‘The thought of getting double-teamed by Desmond and Uncharted’s Nathan Drake is enough to send tingles down my spine. Being on the receiving end of their attention would be so good, and I would do anything to earn their praise and dirty talk, to hear them moan and curse right in my ear too. My aural senses might get confused from double, but a good time is a good time. (iykyk)‘
‘Desmond and you in your local library, looking for a place to just make out… And ending with the hottest sex ever, in front of Connor, who works as a librarian, and decides to join because it’s a chance that life presents you to live. (To the mods: I didn’t expect that my library confession inspired others to do some similar confessions, honestly)‘
Confession [@vickapinto]
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I’d hazard a guess that it’s likely because most of us in the fandom are bookworms and there is a real allure in finding a hidden alcove in a library ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
~ Signora Paola
Perhaps not a really dirty confession, but still:
Imagine that Shaun and Rebecca being out for some supplies or whatever, so you and Desmond are staying. You are listening to some music in boredom, and lazily lying down on the bed, Desmond doing the same. You are laughing, making dumb jokes or talking about random topics, so you two are having fun, like two idiots.
And then something slowly switches in both of you, gazing into the other’s eyes, and then you start to make out, the caring moves later getting more passionate, as he is on top of you – but if you want to do so, he would like that too. And, well, the rest is up to your imagination…
Confession [@imesthersmith]
‘I want Desmond Miles to fuck my brains out after he comes out of the Animus. We’re both tired from work and he’s horny as hell from being in Ezio’s memories for hours, so he uses me as his fuckdoll and gently makes love to me in the most passionate way while moaning in the Italian he knows from Ezio. When we’re done he holds me and tells me how much he loves me and that I’m his princess.‘
Confession [@secretly-sirens]
‘It may not be a very dirty confession, but indeed, I fell in love with a few Assassins, only in ~2 months, having both comforting and – sometimes very – dirty thoughts about them. Yet, Desmond is one of my most beloved Assassins (besides Ezio, Jacob, Altaïr and a few more). I would just show him how much I love him, doesn’t matter if we’re talking about simple hugs and kisses or having a great time in bed. And then I think about the dry fact that I was born on December 21st, when he died…‘
‘I can’t get the idea out of my head that Desmond, Shaun, and Rebecca had a threesome at least once before Desmond sacrificed himself. I mean come on, you’re facing the end of the world with the two people you’ve been through hell with, and you all are probably attracted to each other to boot? The second William left for errands or a mission, the trio were all over each other. And maybe I’m a sap, but I’d like to think Desmond got a moment (or a few moments) of bliss before he saved the world.‘
“Fuck me like it’s the end of the world.” is a challenge I issue to Desmond Miles. “You have no idea…” is all he says and then my fate is sealed.
In his hands, I am bent over, or riding his lap, or mounted up against the wall, clinging to him with need. It is passionate and primal. The only sounds I hear are the heavy moans and pleas for more, and skin slapping on skin. He takes me like he is needy and desperate to try it all.
There is a lull, and we are both sore and he seems sated. But there is a fire that always burns in me when it comes to Desmond.
“This isn’t all I wanted,” I speak low, my voice hoarse with overuse. I climb on top of him and ride him one more time while he lays below me.
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This time, I take my time and ride him slowly. I bend down so we are face-to-face; so I see nothing but his face, and he sees nothing but mine. In this position, I am full with adoration, my need to be embraced fulfilled. He holds me close and matches my slow pace, caressing my back. Our eyes don’t break contact. Our hands never stop caressing and stroking.
“I don’t want this to end,” are the first words Desmond whispers to me since we started our current round. I can feel his lips move as he speaks, and his breath tickles my own lips.
“It won’t.”
“You promise?” I hear something like desperation in his tone. A need for reassurance. I want to him give him all I have and all I will ever be even in this short time. I never want to let him go.
“I promise.”
After that, there is no space between us. We move together like we’re making love and it’s all we’ve ever known how to do. Even when it ends, I make sure it doesn’t.
I’ve been belly dancing for several years and have been performing for audiences almost as long. Sometimes when I practice at home with no one watching, I pretend that various Assassins have shown up to watch me dance. I’ve been working on a modern pop number, so I sometimes imagine I’m performing as a decoy so that Shaun and Desmond can complete a mission in Rome…but they almost are too distracted by me.
And, while in real life I can’t wait to change into sweatpants after a show (beaded bra and belt sets are not comfortable, if you’re curious), in this imaginary world I have no problem giving my handsome boys an encore afterwards. 😉
‘If I could just live out my fantasy of giving Desmond the best ride of his life. I just wanna climb on that man’s lap and make him see stars! Ugh having him moan for me and pull me close till we reach climax….I would die a satisfied woman.‘
Confession [@mira-winterlight]
‘I bet if I riled Desmond up enough, he’d bend me over and fuck me on a bar counter 😏’