‘I imagine Edward and Jacob as a passionate power couple, each fighting the other for dominance. While I am their mutual slave who crawls around on my hands and knees, kissing their boots while they make out.’
‘I would love to be Edward’s personal chamber maid upon the Jackdaw. Be there for him to fuck anytime he needs to get rid of that pent up tension. Oh how I’d love to be on knees in front of him.’
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It’s sunset, Edward is leaned against a tree while I strip ever so slowly to the music of Sleepwalk by Santo and Johnny. Best summer scenario for me.
Confession by @personalhealthcarerobot
‘I need Edward Kenway to rub me through my panties whilst softly singing a sea shanty in my ear.’
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This may sound weird but I’d love Captain Edward Kenway and Captain Jack Sparrow to become frenemies with benefits. What I wouldn’t give to watch Edward fuck Jack senseless >:D
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I just need Edward Kenway to eat me out. Imagine the depth of the moans emerging from his mouth as his fingertips dig into the back of your sensitive thighs. He’d completely lose himself in pleasing you. He’s an expert in the pussy eating practice and he’d make sure that you knew it. When you tug on his hair, he’d only get harder and more eager to taste you. Whilst one hand grips your thighs, the other would take your hand and smooth his thumb over your knuckles in the same way that his tongue moves between your folds.
Imagine how many times he’d make you come, giving you only a moment to gather yourself again before lowering back down between your thighs. Only stopping to whisper sweetly to you, words dripping off his tongue. By the time you tell him you can’t take anymore, he’s exhausted. He would rest his head on your stomach, enjoying the feeling of you softly scratching his scalp before kissing down your stomach and down each thigh before dragging himself off the bed to fetch a towel and carefully cleanse your soaked skin, smirking up at you while the towel swipes away any evidence of your previous pleasure.
‘I’d like to organize a challenge for Misters Dorian, Frye and Kenway. A little game of “Catch me if you can” with the City of London as our playing field. First one to capture me gets first dibs. :)’
Confession [@sassenach-on-the-rocks]
‘It was midnight in Camelot. King Arthur (the one portrayed by Charlie Hunnam), me and Sir Edward Kenway were having… hot “fun” in the royal chambers. The King rocking his hips against mine while I’m sucking Sir Kenway’s cock, and later having it in my ass. Oh, how delightful night!’
Confession [@vickapinto]
I can’t stop thinking about Edward. I keep on having this thing rolling around in my head where we go back to his cabin. We’re both in a playful kinda mood so as he lowers himself into his chair. He asks me to get on the bed. I do, and before long he’s asked me to spread my legs and remove anything between my hand and my skin down there. “Touch yourself how you’d like me to do it love,” he says. He watches me while I do it, gaze unfaltering and silver. “Just like that love,” he says and I involuntarily let out an “Edwarrrrrd.” He sits forward, eyes still deadlocked on mine and asks me what I need. “I need you,” I reply, slowing my movements to glance at him. He leans back in the chair and beckons me to him, arms spread wide. Pulling my dress back down, I slide onto his lap, hands tangling in his loosened hair as he embraces me. “You want me inside of you lass?” he questions, eyes looking up at mine as he begins to kiss my clothed shoulder. I nod, eyes closing when he reaches the exposed skin of my neck before he pulls back. “I love you, you know that? I don’t wan’ you to think that I’m just using you for pleasure.”
His eyes crease as he tells me this, taking my hand in his to press it against his lips. “I know,” I remind him, “I love you too.”
He smirks then, content that he had gotten that off his chest. “Good because I want to make love to you, not just a quick fuck.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
His hand finds my dripping mound between the fabrics of the dress and he makes quick work of removing them, allowing his fingers to gently massage the flesh. “I need you now,” I gasp when he focuses on my clit. Soon he rids himself off his trousers and lifts me onto his cock. Face contracting as his head lolls forward to rest against my collar bone. That’s when the thrusts start. He did most of the work and I just swayed my hips down to meet his, moaning his name and grabbing at his shoulders while my name left his lips repeatedly and his cock, buried deep inside me, only seemed to get deeper. After a few minutes he suddenly lurched off of the chair, carrying me towards the wall on his cabin. We synchronised our hip movements and I wrapped my legs around his to push him deeper into me. He pulled out before he came, holding me up still with his arms before dropping me down onto his bed and crawling on top of me. He kissed my lips and neck before he finally reached my aching core. Mouth pressing against the tender flesh until I reached my release.
‘Speaking of masts and figureheads, wouldn’t it be fun if Edward fucked your pussy with a figurehead dildo on his desk in the Jackdaw (like the dildo Tyrion had in GoT)’
Confession [@clehjett]