‘For Arno’s birthday, I’d want to make it something really special for him because the poor baby has been through a lot. I’d set up his room all nice for him and make him feel special, no going out or whatever. I’ll do whatever he wants; baths or naps or food. And later that night I’d ride him and make sweet love with him, go with his pace and let him know how much he is loved, and whatever comes, we’d stick together. And then who doesn’t enjoy rounding out the night with cuddles :D’
‘I want Arno to fuck me in a secluded place in Paris.
I want him to enter me strongly, making me forget my name and making me think only about him and his big cock.
I want his beautiful lips to kiss me, not letting me scream too loudly with pleasure, so that no one can find us.
And I don’t care that my back will be scratched against the wall against which he leaned me. I don’t care that my thighs will be bruised by his hands, and my whole neck will be red from his hot kisses.
Arno, please…’
‘I have been pondering about Federico Auditore a lot lately. I always imagine him as a sweet guy, but as of late all I could truly think about is how passionate he would be in his kisses, those blessed lips brushing against all the right spots.
I know that he would be an absolute tease, starting just beneath the jaw, torturing my neck with small bites, teasing my breasts mercilessly.
But he wouldn’t stop there, oh no.
His eyes—those teasingly beautiful brown eyes—are set on his true goal: the set of lips hidden between my thighs. He continues to descend, ever so slowly, nipping at my skin each time I let out a moan of frustration. When he finally reaches for my folds, he does nothing more than giving me small pecks, frustrating me even more. I try to run my fingers through his hair to guide him toward me, but he would grab my wrist, and softly says: “Not yet, amore mio. Only when I decide to,”
And the moment he decides to, he truly goes down on me, his lips and tongue finally giving me the attention I desperately wanted, while his fingers find their way inside me.
At first he is still deliberately slow and tender, gently slapping my thigh each time I try to move my hips to accompany his mouth. But when he picks up the pace, he does so until he brings me over the edge, and I am left trembling and breathless and asking for even more.
And he would happily comply. Again. And again and again.’
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‘Assassin’s Creed totally gave me a huge daddy kink. I’d love to call a sexy older man like Shay Cormac or Jacob Frye Daddy while he fucks me and calls me his good girl.’
‘Like always, I keep thinking about being with Arno. It’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone, but I’d love to have a turn with him. I can’t decide how I’d want him: I love the idea of a gentle Arno, slowly spreading me out and taking his time, with sweet kisses and endearments. He’d take care of me so well, I think. On the other hand, the idea of a rougher Arno, pinning me down and taking what he wants instead of his time, endearments still there but rougher, mixed in with comments about how good I am or how I’ve made him feel. I’d be helpless and just melt into it, happy for a night or more to be his. I mean, either way I’d like to have him, the night would end with him holding me close as I drift off to sleep warm and happy, so it’d have to be a win-win!’
‘More often than not, when watching the cutscenes in Unity, I can’t help but imagine Arno talking so casually in my ear in the soft, velvety voice of his about a mission or the most random subject, while his hands and his cock are doing things to me below; his words interrupted by the occasional kiss, sigh or groan as his own excitement grows. Doesn’t matter where. It could in his bed, where we have all the time in the world…in a private room during a mission, while he’s waiting and keeping an eye out for a target to show up…or even riskily standing in the corner of a crowded room, with no one noticing just what is going on between our bodies underneath those long, gorgeous robes of his…’
‘I want Mary Read to fuck me until I can’t walk’
‘Submission is my ultimate kink. I just have such a strong need to relinquish control to a dominant master who takes control in the bedroom and pleasures me senseless. I feel that Shay Cormac could be the dom of my wildest dreams, commanding me with those broad shoulders and that deliciously sexy Irish accent. Some of my dirtiest fantasies involve him doing things like calling me a needy slut, spanking me, and tying me up while making me call him master.’
‘I don’t often have a fictional character crush but something about Jacob Frye is very sexual irritating , I want him to pull me in a alley way at night , ripped off every piece of my clothes and fuck me like a whore I don’t mind if he’s older that would be much better too’
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‘I’ve read a few fanfics of this and as unlikely as it is ever since then I like the sound of being in a Jacob Frye/Connor Kenway sandwich. I’m obviously not alone with this idea.’