‘Of all the AC women, the most tantalizing must be Lydia Frye. She’s beauty, she’s grace, I want her to sit on my face.’
Confession [x]
“After Lucy Thorne’s dismissal, Crawford Starrick hires me to replace her and we start working together, sometimes even late at night. Coincidentally, I meet Pearl Attaway and we become close friends. I end up falling in love with them both, and I struggle with that love triangle problem until they decide to solve it with a series of steamy, passionate threesomes in London’s most luxurious hotels.”
“Haytham Kenway is my English History professor. I find myself turned on and wet from his voice as he lectures, and as the only person in the first row I can sense his attention focused on me more often than anyone else in the lecture hall. After the lecture is over, I stay longer to gather my things. I feel him looking at me with an unusual intensity. I look up at him, and he beckons. He hands me a slip of paper with an address and phone number “for tutoring. Private tutoring.”
‘Jacob comes home drunk. Seriously, crazily drunk. He presents himself to me awkwardly, swaying a little due to his intoxication. He falls down on top of me, woozy and half asleep and hard. He’s sweating and and he nuzzles me, smelling of musk and liquor. He’s in no real condition do do anything fun, but his mumbled declarations of what he intends to do once he’s sober are enough for me to comfort myself after he passes out.’
Confession [x]
Screencap credit [x]
“I’d want Desmond to go bar hopping with me. I’d get a little drunk and he’d have to ‘take care’ of me. Once we got back home I’d have my hands all over him and I’d beg him to fuck me. I’d love to see a smirk on his lips as he undresses me. We’d have lips and hands all over each other and start off wild and rough but then get passionate and slow. He’d make love to me and make me feel so damn good. And I don’t get hangovers, so definitely another round in the morning.”
Confession by: altairs-favorite-novice
[X]
“I’ve just realised that Jacob’s birthday and name day are BOTH directly before mine. Now I can’t stop fantasising about all the naughty things we’d do throughout those special days – not being capable of walking would be the perfect result.”
Confession [naraism]
[X]
‘In my dream last night, Crawford Starrick taught me how to deep throat him, and then introduced me to slow, deep anal sex (his two main kinks, apparently). Now I’m haunted by him whispering to my ear, “Good girl” and “Yes, take it all in”. I’m too wet and horny to get out of bed.’
screenshot source: [x]
‘I do stupid stuff sometimes, and sometimes I get hurt doing them. I can imagine Ratonhnhaké:ton getting exasperated with my antics and decides to “punish” me with a set of silken ropes and a gag.’
Confession [x]
Screencap credit [x]
‘Look at how Altaïr walks in “gentle push” mode. That swagger, along with the occasional hand-on-breast action makes me think his hips… certainly don’t lie ♪( ´▽｀)’
Confession [x]
‘Can’t speak for other assassins regarding the 7 minutes in heaven confession, but I wanna bet that Jacob would just unceremoniously take off his shirt and go ‘Shall we?’ with a shit eating smile as soon as you two are in the closet.’
I am… very much inspired to write a drabble of this /o/
~ Signora Paola