Captain Edward Kenway can bury his “treasure” deep inside me any day ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
‘In a modern AU, I have this odd fantasy about Charles Vane just. Fucking me senseless at any given chance. I often fantasize about him fucking me roughly on a couch, clothes off and my shirt pulled up enough to reveal my breasts. It’s even better with a size difference.’
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‘I became very angry at Edward for flirting with a woman one night so I decide to get my own back. The next day I flirt with any man that comes near me until Edward gets so jealous he pins me to the ships wheel and slams his shaft into my core, not caring that the whole crew is watching because he wants to prove that I’m all Edwards and no one else’s’
Confession [@arlaina28]
‘Sisters, I have a confession. I often find my mind wandering, having sinful thoughts about Captain Kenway. How shall I serve my penance when I cannot control these thoughts?’
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Dearest anon, the only penance we admit here at La Rosa in Fiore is more sinning ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) We thrive in your sins and we are certain that Captain Kenway would love them – the dirtier, the better~
‘Getting pounded by Edward Kenway on the beach is probably one of the best things I’ve ever tried. The smell of the salty air and sound of the waves hitting the shore as we moan. His strong hands grasping my breasts and his mouth running down my neck, adding the pleasure to each thrust he makes. Now that’s what I call sex on the beach!’
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You ever spend the day at the beach? You know that feeling when you’re going home, your skin is warm and tan from being in the sun all day, yet partly dry from the salt water? Along with your hair that’s curled, a bit matted, and wind swept? The smell of the sea is all over you, and you revel in the amount of tired you feel? I feel like this is what it’s like to have sex with Edward. And as you lay down in bed, warm, skin to skin, and exhausted, you drift to sleep with him – content, and loved.
‘To be honest I just want Edward, Vane, and Adéwalé to take turns pounding my gay ass.’
The local bar is known for its colorful clientele, frankly it’s known that the Assassin gang hangs out there. You usually don’t go out looking for this kind of attention but the rumors of their members intrigue you. You walk into the bar and immediately take note of all the beauty hidden by hats and hoods. Jacob is the first to approach you as you sit at the bar and order a beer. He has you easily smiling as he sits close and tells you jokes, then as your beer runs dry another appears before you. The bartender lets you know it was sent over by Edward and you turn to see the toned dirty blond smile and offer you a nod of his head. The night ends with you laying between the two men, happy smile crossing your lips as you’re perfectly sore in all the right places.
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‘I think Edward stripping would be the best thing ever. He would know exactly what you wanted as he watched your facial expression, taking off his clothes so slowly it’s painful. You’re practically writhing in your seat, ready for Edward to just get naked and fuck you. “Please don’t touch the art,” he’d whisper, running his hands over his hard body and numerous tattoos, all the while swaying his hips and wiggling his butt.’