Oh, it is that time of the year again where Jacob the Devil would fuck me and make me an Angel who loses her halo and wings.
What? No Kesegowaase? I love to hate Kesegowaase and I’d love to be hatef*cked by him, gloriously rough and vicious: biting, scratching, hairpulling (I would love to pull his hair!), amidst brutal, punishing thrusts that feel so good that they should be illegal. (But I’d also love to be epic friends with benefits with him, getting dirty in all sorts of unusual locations to release the tension or pass our assassin downtime.)
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My life has literally fallen apart. Because of this, I will not be sending any confessions in for a while, until I am back on my feet. I still read everyone else’s confessions though. Also, Connor is no longer my favourite, everyone’s favourite Jacob is. I hope to be back to writing confessions, but I need to take care of myself, and my mental well-being first.
October 31, 2017
Please take care of yourself first and foremost, my dear. Fandoms and places like this can only do so much; they can help you forget, but sometimes they can get rather toxic to anyone who’s vulnerable. So please focus on yourself right now and please do not hesitate to seek help. I personally know how difficult it is to ask for help especially when you have a strong front to maintain, but it is during these difficult times that we find our most treasured friends and loved ones.
Love,
~ Signora Paola
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Who needs a horse when you can ride Ezio Auditore, the Italian stallion 😉
‘Whilst getting ready for a party, Jacob tells me to wear no underwear. I do as he asks, wondering what he’s planning. Later that evening he’s sitting by himself in a darkened corner and he gestures me over. When I get there, he pulls me down on his lap after lifting the back of my skirt up. I press my back into his chest as I jolt in surprise, feeling his shaft pushing into my entrance. He makes me ride him there and then, knowing we could be caught at any moment.’
Confession [@arlaina28]
I want Desmond to do body shots off my butt naked body.
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Not really a confession but I just want to let you know I always love when you mods personally reply to stuff because you guys are so adorbs ♡ keep up the sinful work!! I love all of it—
October 30, 2017
Seeing this message had truly made my day! <3 <3 <3 <3
We, too, enjoy reading what you’ve all got to say to us here. On behalf of everybody from the Rosa in Fiore we are eternally grateful for the support you’ve given to us.
We are looking forward to more of your confessions!
Love, Annetta~ <3
Arno chases me through a hedge maze in an opulent garden in Versailles. We are breathless and laughing, and finally Arno catches up to me, pinning me down to the soft grass to keep me from running away. Thrilled by our run, I smile up at him invitingly; and he gathers me up into his arms for a kiss, peppering hot kisses across my bare skin. I slip out of my dress, trying to stifle my moans of ecstasy as Arno’s mouth finds its way around my nipples, and his fingers make their way up my skirts.
Imagine your favorite and second favorite characters are in a relationship with each other. They live in the apartment next to you, and are very open about their relationship, making out in the hallway and sometimes accidentally leaving the door open so you get a full view of them curled up on the couch together. Seeing them together like that always makes you blush, since you’ve had a terrible crush on both of them from the day you moved in. One day, you walk back up to your apartment, tired after a long day at work. As usual, their door has been left open, just a crack. As you fumble with the keys, you’re startled by a loud, desperate moan coming from their apartment. There’s another moan, a name this time, and you can tell it’s your fc from the voice. But it’s not your sfc’s name he’s moaning; it’s yours.
As you stand frozen at the door, you hear more noises, panting and slapping sounds. A picture forms in your mind unbidden, of your fc and sfc entwined on their couch, naked and desperate. Then your sfc starts to speak, their voice low and rough. The things they say are indecent and obscene, and every last one of them is about you. How they’d like to spread you open, make you beg for more, take you until you’re flushed and screaming. All of this is met with enthusiasm from your fc, who groans and gasps out your name in apparent eagerness. The words and sounds alone leave you aroused and wanting, until you give up on decency and push your hand down your pants right there in the hallway. It doesn’t take you long to get off, listening to those filthy, beautiful things. You collapse, trembling against the door just as your fc and sfc shout out their own climax.
Quickly, before either of them can recover and notice the open door, you let yourself inside. Breathing hard, you lean against the wall and start to think of how you can make those words you heard into a reality.