‘Everytime when I replayed AC3, I always imagine Connor on top of me, pounding me hard all night long, with no mercy at all.’
confession [@ladymintz]
‘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]
‘You open your mouth to apologize yet again but his demeanor tells you it’s a lost cause. If nothing you say will remedy the situation, you’ll have to use other means.
Coming up behind him and resting your hands on his shoulders, you lean down and say in a sultry voice, “How about I make it up to you hmm?” as you slowly wrap your arms around him and rest your cheek against his.
Jacob seems to consider it a moment as he pauses in his cleaning to tilt his head towards yours and the sly grin that comes across his face tells you whatever he had just thought of doesn’t bode well for you.
“Strip” he orders in a clipped tone, eyes narrowing and looking directly into yours. You swallow nervously. He was definitely upset with you.”’
confession [@datnovice]
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Hello my darlings!
I joined the bordello to simply make graphics for all of your marvelous confessions and here I am writing a full length fic instead—my first one in 8 years as a matter of fact! This marble has been rolling around in my head for quite some time now. What I thought would be a short idea dump quickly took on a life of its own. Signore Frye certainly has that effect on people. 😏 I believe this is our first gender neutral reader insert fic for him as well!
Special thanks to Shao Jun for proofing and the wonderful comments she left along the way. Thanks to Signora Paola as well for the cover gif. 💜
AO3 link is at the end in case anyone would like to do me the honor of giving kudos, bookmarking, or leaving a comment! 😊
~Sister Teodora
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‘Seeing Alexios in a suit has gotten me to want nothing more than to be my master and hold me down to a wall and pulling down my panties and shove his dick in my ass, making me screaming his name loud enough the echoes repeat, grabbing my neck and moaning, breathing and whispering in a deep yet soothing saying I’m his and this ass is his, I’m his queen and cumming so much then carrying me to bed and watching me rest, I wish he didn’t die’
‘Self care is imagining Connor back from a mission, pinning you against the nearest wall and pushing into you from behind while he palms your breasts and pants how much he missed you in your ear.’
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‘I have a feeling that Edward would be veeeery voracious at oral.
He starts by kissing your pussy over your panties, his tongue applying just the right pressure to your clit. After a bit of teasing he takes off your panties, his stubble feels delicious between your thighs and he would start to leave love bites on your inner thighs
He begins to eat you out, leaving marks of his fingertips on your hips while he tries to get you still to flick his tongue over you clit, he hums and moans on your cunt, then runs his tongue over your slit to lap at your juices.
To finish you off he bends your legs and puts your ankles practically on your ears to devour you like his last meal.
You become over sensitive so you have to pull his hair to bring him up (he gets lost in the sauce), his stubble is dampened of your juices, he proceeds to grab your neck and kiss you in the most sinful way.
Kenway men are just 🤤ugh’
‘I love Federico Auditore, and I cannot help but imagine what a sweet, considerate lover he would be. Gentle and careful, he would take me in his arms, lavishing my neck with kisses while disrobing me with such a slow pace to be almost infuriating, his hands roaming all over my body as he finds the sweet spots that render me completely putty. He would whisper in his Florentine dialect how much he wants me to be his and only his, before finally slipping his hard cock between my thighs and finally making me his own all night long.
With stamina for days, we would have several rounds, until we are both sore and spent, but happy. And then, I would spend the rest of the night kissing the tip of his nose, his closed eyelids, lingering on his scar as I infuse all my love in that kiss.’
Confession [@nemo-my-name-forevermore]
‘Okay so, I just got into playing Unity and seeing Arno grab La Touche from the collar, drag him over a table and chaining him up was so fucking hot! I wouldn’t complain in the slightest if he did that to me and then fucked me roughly against the wall.’
‘I love 1868!Jacob, with all of my soul, but 1888!Jacob has a special place in my heart. I love to imagine him coming back home after a long day of roaming around London, adrenaline still pumping in his veins, so pent up and eager to slip between my thighs that the moment he has eyes on me, he doesn’t even take off his coat or his gloves: he just scoops me up, pins me against the wall and takes me right there and then, nipping at my neck and growling against my skin how he had waited all day to come home and and take me in all the way he knows I adore, while pounding into me like there was no tomorrow….and that would be only the beginning of a night together, that would end with us falling asleep in each other’s arms, as the sun comes up. *heavy sigh*’
‘Nothing could get me hotter or wetter than feeling Connor shove me down on my knees and my elbows while he pulls my ass up to claim it like it was his and his alone. His strong, broad frame pressed down on my body, hearing him growl and moan over how good I make him feel… I would love nothing more than to make him feel as good as good as he’d make me feel.’