‘I cannot get over that shot of Connor sitting down in ToKW. The first time I saw it I immediately thought I want to ride his thigh (and dick too)😩’
— Ah, my dearest confessor, you are after my own heart. Seven years later and this scene *still* gets to me ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
~ Signora Paola
Things have gotten hot and heavy between you and Connor before but they’ve never proceeded below the waist. He always derails things and the moment ends—until now.
You’re straddling him, both of you roughly grinding against each other seeking any friction you can get. You break off from the intense kiss to lean down to bite at his neck when you finally manage to get a hand down his pants. Then you realize why he always stopped things before they got this far—he’s huge. You always thought he was just shy or nervous but the apologetic look on his face and mumbling of, “no one’s ever been able to” tells you otherwise.
He didn’t want to hurt you.
You smirk, welcoming the challenge, and whisper in his ear, “then I’ll have to show you what you’ve been missing out on” and before he has time to react you’re stripping him of his pants and yourself of your dress. You position yourself above him, deliberately rubbing his cock against you so he can feel how wet you are, and then you gently begin to lower yourself onto him. He sinks into you slowly, inch by inch, his eyes rolling back and gripping your hips tightly as you feel yourself expand around him. You’ve never been stretched open this much before and all you can do is shudder and loosely scratch at his chest as you finally take him all in. After a few moments to adjust and revel in the pleasure you give him a nod and he starts moving, quickly building up a pace until he’s relentlessly slamming into you. It doesn’t take long until you’re both coming, you’ve never been this full before and he’s never been able to completely take someone, but it’s the most intense body shaking orgasm either of you have ever had.
‘I remember reading somewhere that the colour of a man’s lips will resemble the colour of a man’s genitalia. So, whenever I see Arno’s gorgeous, perfect lips I can’t help but think that the head of his cock is that delicious cross between red and pink, expressive and full. I also want to know how thick he is – some pants (like Connor’s costume when he wears it) give a hint, but GOD. I just want to know how pink the head is and how thick so I can prepare for lockjaw to suck it. I really, really want to see him make an ‘O’ face.’
Confession [@warof18dollars12cents]
Now I love Jacob and Connor, but I have to admit that Arno’s lips are very alluring ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
~ Signora Paola
‘Did anyone else notice that after their love scene Alexios was kneeling down in front of Thaletas while the latter was sitting with his legs wide open? It doesn’t take a genius to know what just happened. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Now I can’t help but imagine Alexios the best cock sucker in all of ancient Greece. Hell now I’m imagining him with the other assassins giving them blowjobs.’
We hope you like this gif we made, anon ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
‘I’m convinced that Jacob’s “Jacob Frye…at your service” was 99% seduction. I don’t ship Pearl and Jacob but oh boy nobody can convince me otherwise that he would use everything to his advantage to lure enemies to him. I mean come on his delivery is SCREAMING sex. He’s like the male version of the femme fatale. He can bring disaster to every man and woman he meets and seduces. He’s like James Bond except he doesn’t need a Bond Girl to sex things up. He can do it all on his own thank you.’
In case you haven’t heard the separate audio file yet, here it is 😏
Jacob has always been the ‘giver’ type. He’d sooner go down on me than ask me to blow him, or he’d always make it a point that I come first. I asked him before why it seemed that he didn’t really care about his own pleasure. His response was simple: “Knowing that I made you lose control? You don’t know how much that gives me a high.”
But today is his birthday and there’s nothing more I want than seeing Jacob losing all semblance of control. Yes, there were times that he was rough with me and oh God, let’s not even start about those times where his lewd sounds of pleasure were loud enough that we’d get complaints (and those propositions for a threesome). But despite the seemingly wildness in his actions, Jacob never truly lets go of his inhibitions. In that way we are so much alike, but unlike me Jacob is very good at hiding his true nature.
In the same way where he seems to be domineering when he’s actually a submissive who would offer *everything* to give me pleasure, Jacob Frye actually has a very tight lid on the true extent of his sexual impulses. I *want* him to finally let them loose on his birthday. I *want* him to completely dominate me, defile me, take everything I can give until I have nothing left.
“Tell me what you really want, Jacob,” I whisper as I circle my tongue around the head of his cock. “Tell me your dirtiest fantasies. It’s your birthday. I can make them come true.”
He shakes his head, mild panic in his handsome face. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, love. There’s a reason why I never told anyone about them.”
I smirk at him. “You know every dirty fantasy I’ve had, and not once did you flinch. What makes you think that I’m not ready for what you have in mind?”
He opens his mouth to reply, but nothing comes out. He looks conflicted.
“I promise I won’t judge,” I assure him, tracing my thumb lightly and around his frenulum, smiling when I see his eyes glaze over at the sensation.
The morning after his birthday, I lay face down on our bed, the sweat on my back still cooling off. I feel sore and tender all over; both of my orifices feel stretched and I imagine it would take days before I can sit down without discomfort. I feel the stickiness of his ejaculate in between my thighs, my breasts, my buttocks, even my face. Dimly, I wonder, ‘How many times did Jacob come last night?’ I lost track of time after *I* came six times.
“You should see yourself right now, love,” Jacob remarks from behind me. Ah, yes. That smug tone. I turn around slowly to face him, wincing when my muscles ache in protest. He is sitting on the windowsill, his brown hair mussed in the most epic (and adorable) bed head. “You sound chipper for a man who got knocked out cold after his last orgasm.” My statement would’ve been a retort if it weren’t for my tired hoarse voice.
He smirks and walks over to me. He lays down, resting against his elbows. “I came seven times, you know. I was 14 the last time I did that.”
A slow teasing smile lifts the corners of my mouth. “Just seven? I was hoping you’d hit nine, considering the 9th is your birthday.”
He makes an exaggerated groan and spanks my thigh. “You’d be the death of me, you know that?”
‘You know, I often wonder just exactly how deep Jacob’s voice can go. Like, when he’s softly moaning in your ear in those sensual growly tones, when he’s telling you all the unspeakable things he’d love to do to you… Those erotic groans and murmurs and hums when he’s in the throes of passion… When his beautiful hazel eyes are wandering all over your body as he runs his tongue slowly across those sumptuous lips as he takes in your unclothed beauty… When he’s deep inside you and on the brink of release…
Phew, is it hot in here???’
Confession [@thank-god-its-fryeday]
I may prefer a dominant Jacob who loves to overwhelm and reduce me to a panting mess, but interestingly enough I find that when I masturbate thinking about him, the one image that sets me off the quickest is myself being on top and riding him to oblivion. I imagine riding him so hard he’d actually beg for me to slow down a little. But no, of course I wouldn’t do that. I’d fuck him harder and faster until I come. He’d try to sit up, to gain some semblance of control, but I wouldn’t let him. Whenever he’d jerk upwards, I’d place my hands on his chest and push him forcibly downwards. “Don’t move. You’re my fuck toy for the night,” I’d hiss at him. He’d moan out loud, unused to hearing unbridled filth from me. “Yes, I’m your fuck toy,” he’d whine in between gasps. I then notice how pretty his mouth is and I’d hop off from his cock, ignoring his protests.
“As much I love hearing that voice, sometimes you talk too much, Jacob,” I’d scold him. I’d then crawl my way towards his face and sit up, positioning my pussy on his mouth. I’d look down at him, smile at how utterly needy he looks. I’d lower myself until I feel his mouth pressing hard on my wet and well-fucked flesh. “Do what your mouth is made to do,” I’d growl.
I’d fuck his mouth and tongue, but not nearly as hard as I rode his dick; a part of me would hold back because I’d worry about crushing him. He’d notice this and would grab my butt and thighs, pulling me harder against his face. I’d look down at him and see him watching me closely; seeing him all flushed and sweaty while pleasuring me with his mouth would make me come so hard I’d throw all caution out the window and ride that handsome face wildly until I’m spent.
I’d roll over and collapse beside him, panting heavily. I’d reach for his cock, intent on returning the favour when I realise, from the long streams of cum on his abdomen, that he’d already climaxed as well. “How….?” I’d ask, puzzled because I knew both of his hands were on me the whole time.
He’d grin widely, clearly proud that he was able to come spontaneously like a teenager. “I love it when you take control.”
‘Just watched Brokeback Mountain and now I cant help but imagine Arno and Jacob fucking each other in a tent on a mountain the way Ennis and Jack did… Arno all shy and serious like Ennis and Jacob being his witty self and starting all of this like Jack Twist. But weird how Arno looks more like Jack (J.Gyllenhaal) to me.’
‘I really think that the best oral performer out of our boys would be Jacob. He may lack Ezio’s technique and Altaïr’s control, but he makes up for it with passion, teasing bites on the insides of your thigh, slow broad licks and hungry sucking, alternating all the time. He’s not afraid of going down on you and getting dirty – in fact, he wants to get dirty. He craves it. I really feel like by the time he’s done with you, you’ll be a boneless mess of arousal – and that’s when the real fun begins 😏’
Confession [@thefangirl-that-waited]
I approve ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
~ Signora Paola