“I’ve been growing rather fond of Adéwalé lately, and I like to imagine how gentle he would be with me, since he would keep in mind that he could easily hurt me if he wanted. The lovemaking would be slow and sweet, with his large hands, roughened from plantation work and life at sea, touching me so carefully. I love thinking about how much my really pale skin would contrast against his much darker body. Afterwards, he would hold me close, stroke my hair and back, and cuddle me to sleep.”
“I always think of Arno being the rough type in bed. Like hair pulling, biting, and dirty talk. He may be a gentleman but never in bed. His gold eyes would be looking down on me while he’s pounding his large cock in me muttering curses in french and I’m just moaning out like a helpless woman. Arno would give no mercy during sex. NONE.”
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‘OK LADIES I HAVE A CONFESSION TO MAKE: This kind of goes with the Kenways-in-suits confession, but you know how the AC devs said that Haytham was supposed to be a sort of ‘evil James Bond’? Well now I can’t help but picture Haytham dressed in a suit, Mad Men-style and lounging in a chair, all the while puffing a cigar with one hand and swirling around a glass of whiskey in the other. Imagine him commanding you to take off your clothes slowly with this image of him in mind. Dayum!’
Confession by [x]
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Ehem. Again, I couldn’t resist making a manip of this. /o/
~ Sister Teodora
“Desmond and I almost get killed in a mission. We escape and head home. Desmond seems restless all the way there. When we get there, he just walks to a random alley even though it’s raining heavily. I follow him and when I reach him, he stops, pushes me against the wall, kisses me hard and fucks me possessively against the wall like it was his last time ever. He doesn’t lose eye contact even for a second as if to make sure that we both are still there and alive. He moans out loud when he comes.”
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“Not too long ago I was in Paris myself and in my room at night, I would get the most incredible view of the city all lit up. One night when it was particularly hot, I left the window open and I dreamed that Arno paid me a visit, where he taught me the difference between making love and fucking. When I woke up from the dream, I saw a red rose in a vase on the bedside table and I couldn’t help but be reminded of Arno and my dream…”
Confessed by: Assassinofthebluerose
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‘I imagine Connor coming home at night, in a bad mood, and takes his anger out on me. He kisses me roughly, and his muscular, large fingers squeezing and grabbing all over my body. He pulls my clothes off as quickly as he can, and his as well. I can imagine him bending me over the counter and fucking me while he moans loudly and pushes his fingers in my mouth to keep me a bit quiet. He pulls out, and then forces himself into my mouth, grabbing my hair and neck. He then cums, moaning loudly.’
One of my favorite scenarios to imagine is giving Connor his first blowjob. Since he’s so oblivious to things such as sex, I love to think that he wouldn’t know what was going on. He would tangle his fingers in my hair while I went down on him, unconsciously pushing my head down further and further, tugging on my locks every now and then. And when he came? He would moan loudly without shame, and damn, that would be an amazing reward to hear.
“I’m a Templar that goes to a ball to stop Arno from signing a very important deed. He discovers my presence, and snatches me into a closet and crushes me against a wall. He ravishes me, kissing me hard on the lips until I get hot and bothered before hiking up my dress and fucking me hard against the wall until I’m helpless and moaning his name. He whispers against my lips, ‘Ne me suivez pas, sauf si vous voulez que cela se produise à nouveau,’ before smirking and continuing his business.”
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“Ne me suivez pas, sauf si vous voulez que cela se produise à nouveau” translates to “Don’t follow me, unless you want that to happen again.” (Translation provided by epikalia)
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‘I can’t stop thinking about Connor. I’d imagine him to be really shy when things heat up a little, being really careful and delicate with me…but knowing damn well what he’s doing. He would tease slowly and sweetly to make you beg for more, and once you do…he’ll take you in ways you could only dream of. He’d make you feel like you’re the most important person in the world for him, and he WILL make you come’
Yes, dear anon, that is precisely how you submit your dirty confessions. 😉 enjoy this one.
*Rosa
Art by: [x]
‘During Carnevale, you are pressed up against a wall by Ezio, masked and anonymous. While he fucks you he whispers to you in murmured, slightly breathless Italian.’
Confession by [x]