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Confessions, Paola's Choice

May 15, 2022

The raw sexual power of Jacob‘s voice and how it’s made the fandom collectively wet and wanting is legendary at this point, but I feel like he still has some tricks up his sleeve. While I headcanon him as having a huge praise kink, getting absolutely mad with lust when you tell him “good boy,” he also loves to give it in return.

He loves to look deep into your eyes when he slowly opens you up with his fingers – he is a big boy after all and he wants you absolutely prepared for his girth. All the while he is humming soft approving sounds, crooning, “You’re so good for me. You take me so well. Always so wet and ready for me.” And when he finally breaches your entrance with his hard cock, he’d keep murmuring his approval. “Cry out for me. Let me hear you,” he’d goad you, his thrusts growing all the more frenzied and intense when he hears your voice raising up in volume and in pitch. In fact, he’d really love it if you indulge in a bit of a dirty talk, too.

Confessions, Paola's Choice

August 14, 2021

I can’t help but wonder how each assassin’s personality would be a complete opposite to their ways in the bedroom. Say, Connor is mostly an even-tempered guy, so I can definitely imagine him to be a demon in bed. Not vocal because he turns that energy into something more carnal, like biting you or digging his hands and fingers deeply into your flesh he’d leave visible marks. Then once you think he’s done, he flips you over, takes your hands and pins them behind your back, and continues his onslaught.

There’s Jacob who’s all cocksure and chaotic, but in bed? He’s the eager-to-please naughty boy who could be very methodical with his approach. He’s not very good at subtlety when he’s about assassinate someone, but he excels very well with how he would seduce you. Maybe a lingering caress on your palm, a teasing whisper in your ear, a slow intake of breath when he leans ever so slightly towards your neck. He’s an impatient guy, but he’s extremely patient when it comes to handling you. He has an almost terrifying laser-like focus with his seduction. Every action is calculated, and every single one of them is meant to drive you insane with lust you’d be absolutely ravenous and begging for his cock.

And what of his twin, Evie, who is his complete opposite? So poised and well-mannered with her clothes on. In the privacy of your room, she unleashes all that pent-up aggression onto you. If you’re a man she’s going to brutally ride your cock with no care at how rough she’s being, pushing you down every time you even attempt to sit up. If you’re a woman she’d fuck you into a frenzy with a strap-on and then demand that you feast on her and make her come.

It’s very enjoyable imagining these characters acting so different from their persona when they’re having sex. But I take one exception: Edward. Expecting a gruff lawless pirate to fuck you like you’re in the middle of stormy waters? That is exactly what you’ll get and in the middle of his ship, too. Gotta show his crew that only he has the rightful claim to your booty.

Confessions, Extended Confessions, Secluded Haystack

July 6, 2021

‘I wailed throughout the captain’s quarters, my melodies like a siren song to my man’s ears. His body and mine laid upon a majestic bed, all hot and sweaty in the heat of passion. We embraced each other, our legs tangling between the messy sheets. I grazed the Mohawk warrior’s chiseled abs before I scrambled on top of him. I straddled his waist while my palms roamed his sculpted torso. I then placed my lips to his ear.

“You are a fast learner, Connor.”’

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Confession [@haythamsenpai]

Confessions, Extended Confessions, Secluded Haystack

June 28, 2021

The cellar was a spacious room with nothing but shelves on all sides, filled with tainted glass bottles of wine. Besides the owner and I, there was another customer in the room too. I did not pay much mind to him for it was not odd seeing someone else in here. However, what was odd about him was his attire: only white robes and heavily armed. A guard?

“Anything new will be located here in the first three shelves. Everything else are the regular signatures and local favorites. Please, pick out as much as you would like.”

“Sí, grazie.”

After that, the room went silent and my walk around the glass gallery began. Red, bold, light, fruity and earthy. For tonight’s purpose of getting drunk, I picked a bottle with the highest amount of alcohol and one of the newer recipes the brewer mentioned for support. As I extended my hand to grab the neck of the bottle, his hand gently grazed past mine. The guard’s. Quickly, I retracted my hand and looked over to my left. When he moved to my side, I could not say. I must have been lost in my thoughts again.

“Mi dispiace signore. The bottle is yours.”

As I apologized, the male chuckled, moved his hand to rest on his hip and turned his profile to see me.

“No need to apologize bellissima.”

It was not the cheesy compliment that made me speechless. No, I have heard plenty of those back in my primal days. I paid no attention to his words actually. It was his gorgeous appearance that really made me doubt his profession as a guard. For one, he wore no helmet. I was able to distinguish how well-groomed both his brown, neck length hair and facial hair was, the fairness in the coloring of his skin tone, the glimmer of interest in his dark brown eyes, and the playfulness in his smile despite how much he has already aged.

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Confession [@x-klamstrakur]

Confessions, Extended Confessions, Secluded Haystack

June 27, 2021

It started as an accident—a simple, innocent little incident—and the young Assassin didn’t know how to feel about it. It all started when he scraped his groin against the desk. He didn’t mean to do it. Oh no, not at all. He just needed to grab ingredients from the kitchen shelves as ordered by Achilles. But then euphoria ignited his loins while he did so.

He never brought it up with the old man, no matter how disconcerted it made him. Such matters embarrassed him too much to discuss in the open. He didn’t want to discuss it with someone not of his tribe, either. So, he left the subject untouched until nightfall.

Connor laid upon his four-poster bed with eyes wide open. He couldn’t sleep until he dealt with this strange issue of his. He felt relieved that Achilles gave him a separate upstairs bedroom to sleep in, far away from the old man’s lower-level chamber. Wearing nothing but a night-shirt, Connor pushed the bedsheets aside and reached for his nether regions. He put his hand right above his loins, unsure of where to begin, or even how to get those gratifying sparks going again.

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Confession [@haythamsenpai]

Confessions, Extended Confessions, Secluded Haystack

June 26, 2021

Mary is her name. His true name. A bold white Englishwoman, with shades of brown coloring both her beaded hair and eyes. I leaned in the rest of the way and pressed my lips against hers again. Together, we shared another passionate kiss like before but this time…Mary began to eagerly remove my clothing. Resisting was never an option for me, rather, I helped her slip away each piece of garment until I was fully naked. Afterwards, she pushed me down on the bed, my head now resting on a comfortable pillow. I fixed my positioning as well, raising my arms up to hide them underneath the pillow and spreading my legs open, to further display myself unto her.

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Confession [@x-klamstrakur]

Confessions, Extended Confessions, Secluded Haystack

May 28, 2021

There he was. Even more gorgeous than the last time I remembered him to be. My heart fluttered with joy, with anticipation. I wanted to be near him, hear his voice, and smell the Jasmine in his robes. We did leave things in a small misunderstanding the last time we spoke. Perhaps it was time…to make amends. Slowly, I slid the door to the side and stepped into the next train car where Henry was. With each step I took, the scent of Jasmine grew stronger and his beautiful features grew more detailed. Slick, neatly combed hair, dark skin, pierced ears, chocolate eyes, long eyelashes, and a slim, firm body. The same body I wanted to overpower me…that lustful night…My love for Henry was never a phase.

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Confession [@x-klamstrakur]

Confessions

February 14, 2021

‘Knowing how much of a romantic he is, you had asked Arno if you could keep things simple for Valentines as unfortunately you had to work that day. So when you get off your shift and see a text that he has a surprise waiting you can’t help but wonder what the man is up to. 

Coming through the front door, you immediately notice how dark it is—the only light coming from small flickering tea lights that line a trail of rose petals up to your shared bedroom. You smile at the gesture as you remove you shoes and coat, anticipation bubbling under your skin. 

Quickly, you make your way upstairs and the sight that greets you as you open the bedroom door takes your breath away. Lying comfortably in bed, with the sheet draped oh so carefully across his naked body, is Arno. 

“Simple enough?” he asks with a smile. Climbing onto the bed, you kiss him deeply as he wraps his arms around your body and pulls you in close. 

“Perfect” you murmur against his lips.

“Good,” he whispers, “you’ve had a long day, let me take care of you.” and he does. There isn’t an inch of skin that goes untouched by his hands or lips as he spends the night worshiping your body.’

Confession [@datnovice]

Confessions, Paola's Choice

February 6, 2021

One night, Sigurd and I had a few drinks to celebrate his arrival. We shared a few words and a few laughs before we began to flirt with each other, leading the conversation to be very suggestive. Then, we acted out on what was said. It started off simple with simple words of praises such as compliments. I, admiring Sigurd’s personality and everything physical about him, while he focused on admiring my smallest of actions and reactions to everything he says. It wasn’t long before he was able to read how obvious I was and began to memorize each small detail. Captivated, I leaned in and we shared a small kiss on the lips.

Everything about the moment was beautiful. The feeling and warmth of another person against me, the strong, bitter taste of alcohol lingering in his mouth and the intoxicating scent of earth. In bed, his scent only grew stronger, but I never seemed to get enough of him. Earth, sweat, musk, alcohol. We had sex in different positions, each of them involving me being the bottom and him being on top, having his way, and controlling when it was okay to cum. Afterwards, we bathed together, and that’s when I realized, I could never part from this man. I love you.

Confession [@x-klamstrakur]

Confessions, Not-So-Dirty Confessions

January 24, 2021

I want to share a glass of wine with Arno. I want to watch him pick it up and gently press it against his lips. After taking a sip or two, he would remove it and pass it over to me. His gaze, as it meets mine, would be soft and he would smile. “What are you staring at amour?” He would ask curiously. Rather than the glass, I would reach out, take his hand in mine and speak with a smile in return. “You.” A small chuckle would have been heard before the two us would lean forward against the table and share a kiss until we were drunk on both the wine and on our love.

Confession [@x-klamstrakur]