Imagine your favorite character spying on you while you masturbate with a vibrator. They then interrupt you by sneaking in and stealing the controller much to your surprise and embarrassment. They give you an evil smile while they turn up the power, which causes you to moan loudly and beg them to fuck you as hard as possible.
‘I’m 5’0. And it just struck me, THE SIZE DIFFERENCE! Imagine how wrecked
I’d be the next day getting fucked by Jacob? Or Shay? Sweet lord, I’d
be Desmond and Shaun’s little doll any day.’
‘Is it me, or do I think Leonardo would be deliciously creative in bed? Especially adding Ezio into the mix, oh my~’
[X]
‘I have Arno Dorian blindfolded and shirtless and strapped to a chair.
The sight of his beautiful sculpted muscles delights me as I saunter up
to sit in his lap. I tease him slowly, leaving a trail of kisses down
his jaw, nibbling on his earlobes. I strip naked, brushing my lacy
lingerie over his face. His breathing gets heavier, and I feel his thick
cock pressing against the fabric of his breeches. When I lift his
blindfold and undo his bonds, he all but lifts me to fuck me hard, then
and there.’
[X]
When I first saw Kassandra, my jaw literally hit the floor. She’s the sexiest specimen in the whole gaming world.
I would like to be the cheese between a hot and steaming Jacob
Frye & Aiden Pearce (From Watchdogs) sandwich. Both gents take their turns
in which hole they enter.
Confessed by: @simoneviper
In Forsaken, Haytham talks about the women in his bed and dear lord, my
mind has created a fantasy in which I’m a waitress at an opera building
that he and his friends attend one night. I manage to catch his
attention with seductive smirks and my revealing dress. Towards the end
of the play, he excuses himself and exits the terrace to find me. It
doesn’t take him too long, and with a simple introduction, I lead him to
an unused room and let him fuck me as hard as he likes from behind.
I can’t help the loud moans escaping my lips as his thick cock enters my
folds, causing him to let out short moans as well. As I start to reach
my climax his thrusts meet mine and we come at the same time. The
cheering and saluting from the hall lets us know that the play has ended
and makes us chuckle as he leans against my back. He thanks me and I
thank him before he leaves, letting him know that he’s not the only one
who needed relief.
[X]
I have been down the path of depression again for the past two weeks… and now I am hitting the ground hard… All I desire is to be hold by Arno, him telling me that everything is going to be alright, that my fears have no reason to be… That he loves me… Then we would make soft abandoned love as he made my tears turn into smiles and my sobs into laughters. Maybe that at some point I would have the strength to go back out and see the light…
Confessed by @mercutio1789
Imagine waking up the morning after beside your favorite character. You catch your reflection in the mirror beside the bed, hair a mess and bite marks and hickeys peppered all over your neck and shoulders. You feel the bed shift and turn to find scratches down your favorite character’s back, blushing as the memory of the previous night catches up with you.
‘I saw a video that reviewed the Kyra and Kassandra romance for the next
Assassin’s Creed. It’s… wow… There’s a scene where Kyra pushes Kass
into a wall by her neck and kisses her. She’s so forward and badaba da
ba I’m lovin’ it. Like, they’re sitting on a beach at night and she
goes: “I want you, Kassandra. Here. Now. Under the stars,” And my gay
heart died.’