‘I’m torn apart between Liam and Shay…but that’s what threesomes are for. Lol.’
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‘With this horrible depression and bad situation going on with my life right now, all I want is for Arno Dorian to show me passionate and expressive love like no other. Just to have his arms around me and his kisses just before he shows me how much he loves me by making one-of-a-kind love to me. That’s a dream come true.’
I can pick a scent of the desert, the nile on Bayek’s skin as I litter his chest and tummy with thousand kisses. Slowly wrap my lips on his cock, my tongue twirling on the silky top, then I let him take over tighten my lips around him as he start to deep throat me and soon I can taste his own flavor in my mouth when he moans my name the loudest. What a delicious poison he is and I can not get enough of him.
Confessed by @shatinn
imagine your FC gasping and moaning “Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, oh FUCK” during sex then blushing and biting their lips to hear themselves talking so dirty.
I’m not huge on the ‘daddy’ kink, but I’d let older Jacob plough me so hard while calling me his ‘naughty little girl’ 😏
Confessed by @swiggle-muffin
Shaun’s birthday (November 16) is coming up soon! If you have any birthday-related confessions, please submit them now.
@scarlettrosas sadly, this is the fate of every Assassin’s Creed protagonist. They may have a long story arc like Ezio’s, but the ending is never a “happy ever after.” Frankly, I still feel bitter that Ezio has three games (and a short film) that showed his growth. However, everyone else only has one game to their name, so we never really have a proper farewell to them.
Syndicate was different in terms that the ending DID feel like a “happy ever after”……. until they released the Jack the Ripper DLC. ಥ_ಥ That said, I completely understand what you’re going through. I felt a lot of anger and hurt when I found that Ubisoft had no plans to continue Connor’s story, for example. This was the main catalyst why I gave up on the franchise. I just couldn’t bear the heartbreak. So, for 2 years I didn’t want to play the games. I didn’t want to do anything with the franchise all together. This was the time I considered leaving the bordello to someone who was still a fan. I mean, why continue moderating a blog in a fandom/franchise I grew dissatisfied with?
When Syndicate (and mostly Jacob lol) drew me back in, I think my experience with AC3 and Connor made me realise that I should treat each game and each protagonist as a chapter in my gamer book. I don’t know how long the chapter will go, but I know it’s just *a* chapter, and one day, I’ll be writing a new chapter with a new protagonist or even a new game all together. It’s sad, but let me put it this way: You can always go back to the previous chapters and enjoy them again. Heck, I found that being away from a game for a while and then going back to it is an immensely enjoyable experience! It’s like re-discovering an old love of your life and remembering why you love them so much. ❤️
Love,
~ Signora Paola
‘All I need right now is for Starrick to pin me down and shower me with love and pleasure.’
‘I would happily be a toy to any of the Assassins, as well as most Templars. If I’m being totally honest, anyone of the decadent ladies whom put together this page could call me pet and I’d be delighted.’
Be careful what you wish for, dear confessor 😏
~ Signora Paola
Imagine being assaulted by a group of brigands on remote road not far from New York, then saved by a warrior your recognise as the famous, or infamous, Connor Kenway. As your assailants lie hacked-up and dying, you approach the blood-stained Assassin to express your gratitude for saving your virtue and possibly your life. Up close, the Native man with the half-shaved head is even bigger than he seems, your head barely coming up to his chest, and stunningly good-looking beneath the warpaint and blood-splatter.
You have to stand on tiptoe and tug his head down to press your lips to his cheekbone, which makes him blush, and look awkward. As you do, his erection presses into your body and you have to hide a grin of exhilaration at the size of it, grinding against it as much as subtlety will allow. It appears that the fight aroused him as much as it did you. His body is huge and hot and solid under his robes, comfortingly so.
“Do you always thank people like that?”
“For saving me like that? I must say this is a first. But for you, I’d gladly do more, Master Kenway.”
“More… you mean…?”
You press against him again as you describe the delicious things you would gladly do for him. He listens with rapt attention, barely an intake of breath and a widening of the eyes to betray his shock and arousal.
“Not here. Someone may find the bodies.”
You end up in even more secluded part of the woods, kissing his mouth hungrily while he undoes his pants and gives his cock a few pulls to demonstrate the hard, fast rhythm he likes. In his large hand, his cock looks merely big, in your much smaller one, it is too large to grip properly.
You ask him to fuck you instead, hitching up your skirt as he lifts you and holds you up against the tree with ease, teeth gritted against coming too early as he sinks into your wet heat slowly, his considerable size stretching you in a way that’s both a challenge and its own delicious reward.
“Please fuck me,” you beg, pulling him into you, and he fucks you properly, hammering into you the way you both craved ever since the fight earlier.