“After reading all those sausage confession posts for April fool’s day, or just whatever day I see sausage food porn on the DACS blog, I got a major craving for those things. I ended up getting a hot dog everywhere I go. I was eating some form of hot dog or another. And all I could think of while eating them was the sausages of the Assassini and how I would suck on them. Thank you DACS for giving me a sausage fest in more ways than one.”
[X]
‘Oh man imagine the assassinos dancing and singing to “I Wanna Fuck You in the Ass” by the Outhere Brothers 🙈’
Listen to the song [x]
“I think modern day Altaïr and Maria would have sex to Gnar by Bassnectar or Talk To Me by Kill The Noise (sorry I just really love electronic music👌)”
Songs: [X] & [X]
Confessed by: blackheartsweater
‘I really just want to give a chair dance/strip tease to all the assassins and templars (including the female ones) with Ciara’s ‘GO GIRL’ blasting in the background.. afterwards, I’d just want to see the looks on Altair, Connor, Aveline, Edward, Jacob and Evie’s faces.. It would be enough for me.’
Image source [x]
Listen to the song [x]
“I’m not one for butt sex, but if Altaïr came up to me and offered it… Well… Things would happen c;”
“Now, if I’m gonna be completely honest, one of my most popular fantasies as of late has been with Altair. Something about the guy is a major turn-on for me, and I’m almost certain it’s his eyes. Literally WOULD NOT complain if this guy decided to help me jerk off (and whisper some not-so-nice things into my ear while he did it)”
[X]
‘I want to get air-tighted by Altaïr, Jacob, and some other assassin, perhaps Evie with a double dildo. Just the thought of them hardcore fucking me with every hole filled by a dick or two, until they cum and shoot it inside or on me, makes me moan like a whore and become a squirting mess.’
‘Imagine you knowing incriminating knowledge of the assassins. Now imagine them “interrogating” you to find out how you know. ;)’
“I’m a belly-dancer, and I’m dancing for a group of men, including Altaïr. While every other man lewdly praise me, he’s silent, but his eyes betray his interest in me. When one of the men tries to proposition me, I tell him that I have other plans for the night, which catches Altaïr’s attention. As I walk home, someone grabs me from a dark alley; it’s none other than Altaïr. “Do you really have plans tonight?” “Yes,” I reply, pulling him closer. “I was going to give you a private dance.”
