‘I’ve never been into older man, and I hate Chevalier so much. But when I see his bitchiness and rude ways, it makes me so horny. I’d totally love being his little slut, and I’d spend literally hours being fucked by him (better if tied up). Shit.’
As the clock chimed midnight, you knew your assassin lover was bound to walk in any minute, and when he did you were going to be the first to give him a birthday surprise. You waited for an eternity it seemed until sleep began to overtake you. Sometime after you ascended into your dream, you were awoken by the closing of the bedroom door. He tried to be quiet, but the squeak of the hinge was enough to wake you. He stood there at the end of the bed, his chest raising quickly as he saw you laying there in the silk gown you’d bought just for this occasion. His eyes met yours and you saw a smirk playing on his lips.
“So sorry I’m late chére. Forgive me?” Not able to stay mad at him in his birthday, you beckoned him over.
“Of course. Je te pardonne. Now come get your present amour.” He then crawled up your body, smiling as he realized you were completely naked beneath the silk and he snaked it up as he moved up your body. Once his lips met yours, you leisurely kissed him for a while. Suddenly you pushed him over, climbing onto his hips as you leaned down and teased his neck. You then took his hands and put them over his head, tying them to he headboard so you could spend the next hour teasing his body before giving him the biggest release he’d had in quite some time.
Confession [@writer-of-smut]
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‘I want to have Jacob tied up in my bed and tag-team fuck him with another patron. Hands up, who’d volunteer as tribute?’
‘I’d love to have my way with Connor, tying him up and teasing him as I straddle his face, keeping him frustrated until he literally breaks the headboard to get free and fuck me relentlessly.’
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‘I love Starrick’s purple scarf (it’s one of my favorite colors) and I can clearly see how he ties my hands up with it above my head. I also love his revolver (it’s so well-made and beautiful) that’s why when Crawford caresses my skin with his gun, I lick this cold metal, not breaking the eye contact we have. And then I take it into my mouth, sucking on the revolver just as I’m going to suck Starrick off later. The burning desire in his gaze is undeniable so he throws the gun away and covers me with his body. He loves to enter me without proper preparation and I love it too, because I can feel him spreading my walls with his cock and it’s so good. I whisper in his ear as Crawford thrusts in me, “Since it’s your birthday, you can take me as many times as you want.” He huffs, not amused. “I can do it whenever I want, not just today.” I kiss him, looking at Starrick playfully. “Well then we can check how long this bed is going to stand without breaking.”’
Confession [@madamretto]
‘I imagine Shay tying me up and blindfolding me while whispering sweet nothings in my ear.’
These days I wouldn’t mind being stuck between a certain Jacob Frye and and one Dean Winchester. When they are not too busy trying to out snark each other, they would be too busy taking turns on each side of me, seeing which one could make me come harder or which one makes me come first. I don’t have the heart to tell them they are tied for both. 🙂
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‘I have had this thought for awhile now: Imagine Shay using prostitutes to replace Haytham and finally agreeing on having his eyes blindfolded and tied to the bed. Then without a sound Haytham would take the prostitute’s place and start preparing Shay. Only when Shay’s ready, Haytham would speak up reveal himself to Shay. Shay hasn’t been that surprised (or hard) ever before in his life. Later he would find out even every minor detail was Haytham’s plan all along.’
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‘All my friends and family mistake me for being sweet and innocent, but they wouldn’t know half the dirty thoughts that fill my mind. The image of Grand Master Haytham Kenway having my hands bound together with his red ribbon, naked, spread eagle, wearing his signature tricorne and cravat teasing the sight of my exposed breasts is enough to leave me throbbing and wanting under his scrutiny. The fact that I was a sweating hot and vulnerable mess excites him. “Shall I satisfy these cravings, pet?”’
Confession [@tears-telling-dreams]
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I headcanon Jacob as being very, very ticklish, and I often fantasise about tying him up, with his arms and legs outstretched, so that I have easy access to every inch of his glorious body, and so I can get to work in discovering exactly where his most ticklish spots are. I start with him fully clothed, tracing my fingers along his jawline and kissing him around his neck, working my way down towards his chest. I then unbutton his shirt and waistcoat, exposing more skin for me to explore, dragging my fingernails gently across it and smiling as he twitches and writhes.
“You’re going to have to try a bit harder than that, love” he taunts with a smirk, as I descend towards the lower part of his body, unfastening his belts and then his trousers, pulling them right down to his ankles and biting my lip as the evident bulge in his pants tells me he is thoroughly enjoying himself.
As my fingernails brush against his inner thighs, he gives a loud gasp, jerking suddenly as he tries to suppress a chuckle. “Oh love,” he growls, “now you’re getting warmer…” Knowing that I’ve found his weak spot, I continue for a little longer, before working my way back up his body and onto his tummy, circling my fingertips around his belly button. Suddenly, his breathing deepens and he gasps again, his gorgeous face twisted with sheer pleasure.
“Mmmmm… does that feel good, Jacob?” I purr into his ear, clamping my teeth gently on his earlobe and giving it a little suck.
Jacob can only lay there helplessly, his hazel eyes hungrily begging me for more, longing for me to ride him whilst I caress his body all over.
“Do you want me, Jacob?” I whisper, running the tip of my tongue across my wet lips, climbing on top of him so I’m straddling him. “Tell me how much you want me.”
“I want you so, so much…” Jacob’s words are shaky as he struggles to release himself from his ties, desperate to just reach up and touch me, but I have him well-restrained so there is no chance of him escaping. “I want to be inside you.”
Without a word, I slip down his pants, and lower myself onto his throbbing manhood, a moan escaping my lips as I feel him enter me. As I begin to ride him, I continue to trickle my fingers up and down his chunky tummy, a delicious sensation burning inside me as I listen to his deep growls of ecstasy with every touch as I tease him mercilessly… oh god that deep voice just gets me so, so wet…
I lean forward and my lips find his, a gentle, sensual kiss that soon turns loud, sticky… erotic, our tongues thrusting in and out of each others mouths as I grind against him even faster, sweat pouring from both of our bodies, both of us so close to climax.
Then, that unmistakeable wave of pleasure sears through me, sending me into uncontrollable shuddering as I grab hold of Jacob for dear life. His breaths are short and sharp as he trembles beneath me, closing his eyes in the throes of passion, releasing his seed inside me in several bursts, sighing as his body relaxes into my embrace.
It is then, that I finally decide to untie him.
“Mmmmmm, now that was divine!” Jacob’s voice is still husky from our steamy session.
“Yes, it was… and there’s plenty more where that came from, I can tell you!”
Jacob gives me a suggestive waggle of the eyebrows. “Mmmmm really? I cannot wait… you naughty thing!”
Confession [@thank-god-its-fryeday]