‘I want Jacob’s cock in my arse. Make sure to film it too, baby. Can’t wait to watch it back with you, things getting steamy on the sofa as we watch our very own porno.’
‘I’d love to be snuggled in bed with Crawford and just have him kiss me awake, his fingers stroking slowly between my legs, lazily bringing me pleasure in our sleepy state.’
Confession [@castielsangel-x]
‘Edward Kenway and Jacob Frye. Oh lord… these men would be an incredible masters in bed. Especially when they are older. Skillful, wiser… I wonder what kind of punishment they would give if you won’t listen to them… ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)’
‘I’m sorry for dropping this in… but I am so confused and looking for some guidance or words of reassurance. Can someone be assassin-sexual? For most of my teenage/adult life (27yrs old now), I’ve identified as lesbian, dated some girls and never felt attraction towards irl men. But how come the male assassins can get me all hot and bothered (especially Connor, Ezio and Jacob)? Something doesn’t quite add up and I’m just ????’
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Dearest anon, in my view, I think the mere fact that these assassins are fictional is one major draw. I’m speaking from experience here: I find that I’m readily more attracted to fictional characters simply because it’s so easy for me to “project” my wishes towards them. It’s easy for me to imagine that Jacob is a sex god, for example. 😆 In my mind, these fictional characters can never disappoint me. With real people, it’s a lot more complicated.
Of course, there’s also the fact that sexuality can be quite complex. What do our patrons think? 😄
Love,
~ Signora Paola
‘I dream about Jacob being a friend’s partner, and I’m lucky enough to be part of a threesome one day. The expert way he’d eat me out, those powerful thighs slapping against my arse, that cock driving so deep into me and making me gush his name in ways I never thought possible, all while knowing she gets this everyday. God the envy! I’d make sure to enjoy every second of his touch, of his attention on me, knowing it’s a once in a lifetime experience. Fuck me, Mr. Frye ❤️’
‘I literally madly love Jacob’s accent (other than everything about him). Every time I can imagine him fingering me so quickly and mercilessly, as he leans over my ear while he whispers dirty things to me in a low, deep, husky and hoarse voice, his usual smirk on his face. I need him desperately.’
I always thought it’d be frightening and a nightmare to have a gun to the head. I never understood how some people found it exciting and thrilling. But after seeing a fight scene with Jacob pulling out his gun, I sort of understood. I see how a person would feel having a gun pointed to the head, making them gasp, hold their breath, beg and pray, then given a chance to live. In a way, it seems to make life more exhilarating when surviving a near death experience. Practically feeling as though you beat death by chance.
I’m not proud of what I suddenly imagined once I saw Jacob pull out his gun, but… when I saw him fight, I saw myself to be the last one standing, then suddenly tripping, landing on my knees. I hear him pull out his gun, placing it against the temple of my head. I glance over at him with a glare, daring him to pull the trigger. He looks at me, cocking his head to the side, exposing his famously sly grin.
His look of amusement annoys me enough to speak. “Do it already. Stop wasting time, you sod.”
“Quite a feisty one now, aren’t you?” He chuckles faintly, pulling back the hammer of the gun, placing his finger on the trigger. “I must say, you have guts to tell me that. Don’t you have any words to plead for your life?”
I look at him with a scoff. “You already killed everyone, so why are you stalling on killing me?” I shake my head with a look of amusement and annoyance.
“You normally kill first and ask later, don’t you? Or do you always leave one to live for the sake of being a ‘legend’? Get over yourself and shoot me already.” I turn my head a little to show my irritation.
Before I know it, I’m pulled up, the gun now placed against my back. He leads me straight to the train, ties me up and pushes me on a sofa.
“What the fuck is your problem?! Why won’t you just finish me already?!” I growl.
Jacob sits across from me, pondering something I can’t tell.
“You have courage,” he spoke. “Why not join my gang?” he questions.
“I’d rather die before joining an idiotic gang like yours!” I respond instantly.
He laughs lightly. “Is there anything that can persuade you otherwise?”
I look at him, annoyed, but in a way, aroused by his famous smirk. I growl, looking away. “Highly doubt it,” I scoff.
“Not even a private ‘training’ session?” He chuckles, looking as though hoping I’d give in. “Don’t lie to me or yourself.” He smirks. “I can tell just by the way you’re looking at me, you happen to… fancy me as I fancy you.”
I close my eyes, groaning, trying to hold the reins of my interest. I look over at him with a glare, putting full denial on his statement. “Don’t flatter yourself,” I growl. “I’d still rather die than join you.”
He huffs, slapping his legs as he stands up, “Fine. It’ll be a pleasure fighting you again, Miss.” He smirks and grabs me, untying and pushing me off the train. “Hope you change your mind next time!” he laughs.
“You fucking coward!” I yell out, annoyed. I groan in irritation then let out a sigh, my heart racing furiously. I close my eyes, letting out a laugh. “Fine, Sir Frye… Fine. Do dare try to succeed next time,” I speak lowly, awaiting to encounter him again as my chest tightens in excitement.
Confession [@mysterous1412]
‘I’m so excited for the weekend! My roommate will be out of town and I’ll have no reason to hesitate when I ~treat myself~ while thinking of riding that glorious Victorian dick.’
‘It appears I go for men who have great attire and I will admit I used to not go for men with facial hair, but once seeing Jacob Frye and John Seed, I fell in love instantly. Just the sight of all these men leaves me into my deepest fantasies. Some I am not proud of, but am most delighted to imagine. I would love to spend hours alone with them. First teach Connor the feel of human emotions and physical desires on his desk at work from night to morning with the thrill of being caught by his colleagues from the police force in Detroit Become Human. Learn BDSM from John and get mind break from his sexual needs during his baptisms at night in the woods in Far Cry 5. And finishing with my all time favorite man by spending a rough leading to gentle love making with Jacob on the train with the thrill of being caught by the Rooks or even Evie, hoping for a possible threesome. All of these thoughts have led me into being a exhibitionist and I have no regrets of it at all.😆😉😏’
Confession [@mysterous1412]
‘I’m such a voyeur. I want Jacob to cuckold me, have me watch him either fuck another man or be fucked by him. Christ I’d be wet, knowing he’s in such incredible pleasure, knowing I’m fortunate enough to be present. On a second thought, blindfold me, Jacob darling. I just wanna hear ev-ery-thing.’