‘I just want Crawford Starrick to throw my legs over his shoulders and eat me out like there’s no tomorrow.’
Confession [@castielsangel-x]
‘I kinda want to see Jacob being sandwiched between Roth and Crawford Starrick. I mean Roth called Jacob ‘my dear’ and Starrick ‘my boy’ (at the end of the game) so I have been fantasizing about them. Jacob on his knees, bound, gagged and blindfolded completely helpless being on two Templars’ mercy. Let’s face it, he’s a Templar man magnet. (Sorry Pearl you’re not allowed to join)’
Confession [@threrorian]
I love Starrick’s voice. That man could just whisper sweet nothings to me and end me right there and I would die happy. Whoops..
‘I want to ride Crawford Starrick’s face, his hands wrapped around my thighs to hold me to him as I throw my head back and moan as his tongue brings me closer to the edge.’
Confession [x]
‘I am a dancer at a gentleman’s club in London. Crawford Starrick is a regular and I notice his eyes on me more often than not. When I finish my set he comes backstage to see me, propositioning me. I can’t refuse him as I have fallen for him and I agree to let him take me back to his home where he takes me to bed and fucks me like it’s our last day on earth, me begging for him to go faster with bites and nips and scratches all over him.’
Confession [x]
I’ve imagined Crawford Starrick with tattoos on many occasions. I’d be all over him like an animal in heat, tracing the ink with my tongue before he fucks me hard into the mattress. 😍
Confession by @castielsangel-x
‘I have noticed that Crawford Starrick has rather large hands (in the scene he learns of Lucy’s death) and I just imagine them all over me, in my underwear, getting me off with his long fingers before he uses his silver tongue to bring me over the edge, hands gripping my thighs as he does so. God, he’s so hot.’
Confession [x]
‘For Christmas, I want Crawford Starrick waiting for me in bed, naked and hard, beckoning me to him with his perfect come-to-bed eyes. I’d have no choice but to obey him, even though he doesn’t say a word.’
Confession [x]
I lie naked in Crawford Starrick’s arms after a rough bout of love-making, just running my fingers over his chest and collarbone, his arm around me, tracing patterns up and down my arm as we rest in comfortable silence. I know the Assassin’s are after him and I know he has to face them but I don’t want him to leave me. I crawl up his body and kiss him deeply before he rolls me onto my back and takes me again, knowing exactly what I’m trying to say with my body alone.
Confession by @castielsangel-x
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Sex in Crawford Starrick’s private train carriage, up against the wall, skirts bunched around my waist as I wrap my legs around his waist and arms around his neck to hold myself up. He thrusts into to me hard and I grip on for dear life, coaxing him to fuck me harder with dirty words and promises and passionate kisses. He obeys until we are a sweaty, sticky, panting mess, in desperate need of a bath and a change of clothes.
Confession by @castielsangel-x
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