‘Jacob is one SEXY beast! I can’t take it! He is a need and I need him! So bloody bad.’
Confession [x]
‘What was that Evie? Jacob has been a bad boy? Well I’ll take care of him~’
Confession [x]
And how well he will be taken care of…
~Claudia
“何てことだ！ (Oh my god!) Jacob Frye is so handsome! The things I’d let him do to me!”
Confessed by: ayanedasurasu
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‘I have this headcanon where the Assassin men are incubi, literal vampiric gods of sex and lust waging war against virginity and panties and celibacy in general. Ezio is their general, Jacob the marshal, Edward the captain. Shay is the spy, Altaïr the “novice,” and Connor/Ratonhnhaké:ton is the heavy artillery.’
Confession [x]
Altaïr art credit [x]
I had a lot of fun making these, so much thanks to @ellestrix for this wonderful headcanon. 8D
~ Signora Paola
‘Petition for Jacob’s nickname to be the “Loin Destroyer.”’
Read more at Secluded Haystack (Javascript-enabled; the page will prompt you few questions important to the story)
Confession [x]
“I want to dress up for Jacob every night, I would dress as a burlesque dancer, a maid, I would dress as a dominatrix! All for that one, sexy beast of a man. Master Jacob Frye”.
‘If anyone wants to see and hear Jacob in bondage and getting whipped BDSM style, they should watch Vex from Lost Girl getting shackled and whipped as a “stupid boy” and him giggling away.’
Confession [x]
SOMEONE ARREST ME I HAVE COMMITTED SO MANY PHOTOSHOP SINS
~ Signora Paola
‘I’ve had this hilarious thought that one of Jacob’s many, many girlfriends has at one point actually asked him, “We’re not doing doggy to “The Trooper” (by Iron Maiden) again, are we?”’
Listen to the song here
What a fantastic song choice, anon! I would personally choose “Aces High” as something Jacob would play in his car while driving and getting a blowjob. *coughs*
~ Signora Paola
‘I imagine Jacob has a praise kink, and I adore him so I’d gladly indulge it. It’d start innocently, me cuddling him close and petting his hair and telling him he’s wonderful and that I love him dearly, all of it true, but slowly my hands would wander to less-proper places, my compliments and words of affection would get filthier, and eventually I’d have him naked and moaning in my lap as I stroked him off and told him how gorgeous he was. I wouldn’t need to come but I’d make sure he did.’