“I’m a very depressed person my heart has been broken and I feel like I want to die, but when I see Jacob Frye. That smile of his it warms my heart. I just want him to make sweet love to me and let me know “you’ll never be alone again.”
Full confession below:
‘I don’t think it’s beyond Jacob to use his sexual appeal to entrap/manipulate some of his targets. One day I come across him making out with an older woman, before swiftly killing her. He doesn’t see it as a big deal and explains this was the easiest way to extract info from her. That ticks me off and we start arguing. I shout, ‘Oh so it’s ok for you to make out with other women just because it makes your job easier? Then how about I start fucking my co workers and my competitors as well?’ He doesn’t take it seriously, so I go on a date with a co worker and make out with him drunk. Knowing where I am and what I’m doing Jacob also drinks himself silly from anger and he comes to pick me up, tries to kill the poor guy and we fight even more, and as soon as we come home we start fighting and fucking at the same time. One moment I’m on top, choking him and trying to rip his hair off while bouncing on his cock, then he flips us over and grabs my hips so hard they bruise, slamming deep into me while sinking his teeth into my neck and squeezing my tit in one hand. Our bedroom would be filled with curses, groans of pain, shouting, hissing and sounds of his skin slapping on mine. The next day bruises, teeth marks, scratches would be all over both of our bodies and we’d probably end up laughing because neither of us can get out of bed from the pain and exhaustion. Idk I’ve been feeling this love/hate type of relationship with Jacob lately, most likely due to my love for Ramsay Bolton rekindling with the new season.’
[Not a confession] THIS IS NOT A DRILL I REPEAT NOT A DRILL
You can buy a replica of Jacob’s top hat. The website is emp(.)de and just put in the serial number. I’m sorry if this goes against any rules I just wanted to let you guys know
For all your cosplaying needs and/or if you just want to look suave like Jacob~
(Although I did have rather amusing mental images thanks to that “hut” typo: Jacob Frye’s Hut: We Might Need More Than A Hut To House His Harem. Or to add to our food porn fiesta: Jacob’s Hut: Call Our Hotline Now And Order Jacob’s Special 18″ Sausage P-zza)
~ Signora Paola
But seriously… I can totally imagine Signore Jacob Frye being the delivery boy of this pizza place: cute little uniform (maybe a suit) and a top hat! Make sure you have money to pay him once he delivers the pizza… unless you know know what you’re doing.
~Claudia
‘For Easter I want to invite Jacob to my apartment for an Easter egg hunt. To his surprise I’ll open the door in a sexy bunny costume with bunny ears and a tail. For the next hour he’ll be hunting for eggs while I lay on the bed eating Easter chocolate, looking carefree and effortlessly seductive and he won’t be able to take his eyes off me in the bunny costume. When he eventually finds the eggs he’ll open them to find a different sex toy in each one, things like handcuffs, clit clip, cock ring, vibrator, strap on, ball gag etc, and he has to use the toys he’s found during our sex that’s sure to follow.’
“Speaking of Jacob’s teasing, I imagine him positioning his cock at my dripping entrance, prodding it with his tip but never entering. I try to push myself against him but his grip on my hips won’t allow it. He ignores my eyes tearing up with need and kisses my lips slowly, his eyes hooded and laced with mirth, clearly relishing the sight of me melting under him and impatiently waiting for him to fuck me already. I start begging ‘Please, Jacob’, and he only responds with ‘Hm? Please what?’ I get so frustrated that I shout at him ‘I’ll strangle you in your sleep if you don’t fuck me now Jaco-’ Before I could finish my sentence he completely sheathes his cock in me with one harsh thrust, earning a loud pained groan from me. His lips curl into a smile. ‘What did I tell you about threatening me,’ he retracts his cock almost fully before thrusting it into me again hard, eliciting a whimper from me, ‘Hm, kitten?’”
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“Jacob is on all fours, completely naked. He has a collar wrapped around his neck, and you’re standing over him, holding the leash taut in your left hand. In your right hand is a riding crop. “Jacob,” you purr. “Yes, master?” He replies. “Stand up,” you order. He obediently obliges, and you coil the leash around your hand, drawing him closer to you. Once you two are face to face, you run the riding crop down his bare chest, his waist, down his thigh to his knee, back up his thigh, and then you settle it right above his growing erection. “How hard do you want me to fuck you?” You ask. He looks up, surprised that you’re asking for his input. Then he smirks. “As hard as I am for you.”
‘Okay, so since Unity never gave us the faces or names of the Frenchman Four, I’ve decided that Greencoat is Nawab Faizi, an English-Persian model. All I can say is Imagine this man being protective of you around any of the other flirtier assassins, and showing you who you belong to when you’re both alone. The idea of his face giving me an intense stare is enough to give me chills….’
“I just wonder how the assassin’s would deal with a sex swing. The person in the swing’s gonna be in extreme pleasure with all the assassin’s “hidden blades” lining up for them. ;3″
*art by doubleleaf
“Yeah, Connor is sweet, nice and a gentleman, there is no doubt about it. But I bet if he had a chance, he would love to fuck like a wild beast and release all that repressed anger. He’s just waiting for someone who can handle and satisfy his animal instincts.”
“Haytham’s lips are just exquisitely gorgeous. I want them all over me.”