I have many things I would like to do with Jacob “my sexual baby” Frye. First! I would like for him to be a bloody mess. Like really bloody, maybe his own blood a little bit or other people’s blood. I know sounds odd but it’s my imagination. Second! I want Jacob to moan and whisper into my ear. Something about him moaning so loud that his voice breaks makes me feel wet. And fourth! Passionate and sweet intercourse with cuddles. And we both wear cat ears! Then last but not least, a rough fuck! Sounds like a good thing? And in order for him to do all these things, he has to seduce me with his voice and tease me in public. Like finger me and when I was about to cum, he pull away and just smirk deviously. “Not too strong now are you, Love~?” He would whisper before I seduce him. I’m sorry Father Jacob.
“One of the biggest turn ons about Jacob (and Evie), is the fact that they’re assassins, that they are so good at fighting and killing. I wouldn’t reveal this to Jacob until one day he returns home drenched in enemies’ and some of his own blood after a particularly difficult mission, which he’d presume isn’t something I wanna see so he’d hurry into the bathroom. He’d take off his clothes and set down his blood-soaked weapons, when I come in and look over his naked muscular, bloodied body, his face looking most feral with blood smeared around his eyes and on his lips. (//) I wouldn’t be able to restrain myself and kiss him, licking blood stains around his mouth and suck his bloodied fingers. While taken aback at first, he’d quickly guess why I’m turned on and eagerly fuck me against the washing machine and whisper in my ear ‘You’re disgusting’, and by the end of it I’d have bloody handprints all over me, red smeared all around my mouth from making out and him shoving his fingers in my mouth, red all over my thighs, crotch and ass. This is why I do multi-kills so often in the game (Evie’s are more brutal btw).”
Confessed by: echydna
‘Me and Jacob had a quarrel and haven’t been talking for while. When I go to bed, he presses me into the mattress. “No good night?” “No!” “Are you sure? Because when you say “no” it is usually means “yes”, love,” he giggles but I kick him in the face. “No means no!” He wipes small drop of blood from his lips. “You’re lying!” Despite me hitting him, Jacob captures my mouth with his roughly as I try to push him away, but his blood tastes so good for some reason. “Fuck you!” I roar and he laughs. “Yes, please.” His lips crash into mine again and I give up, because he’s right – I want him so damn much. He fucks my brains out ruthlessly, leaving me all sore with the taste of his cum on my lips. I savor this moment while both of us are lying in bed tired, but happy.’
[X]
“If Evie were a vampires*s in the present, I’d let her drink from me in exchange for sex, specifically during the feeding itself. One thing we’d be fond of doing is cowgirl under a strobe light as Darkthrone’s song “Transilvanian Hunger” plays in the background. Evie would softly rasp along as she grinds into me in a dirty fashion, then bite in between verses. I assume her vampiric form and the strobe lights would even make it look like she’s wearing corpse-paint.”
‘There’s something about Ratonhnhaké:ton’s mouth… I want it on me. Everywhere. It makes me wild. I want him to make me scream and silence me with his kisses. I want his strong hands to caress but his teeth to bite and his lips to whisper over my hurt. The drag of skin on skin, sweat and blood. Heat and shivers. I want his broken love.’
‘I cannot get the image of Ratonhnhaké:ton, sweating and breathing heavily with some Templar blood adorning those pecs. Those are some glorious pectorals.’
Confession [x]
I’m a person with a fragrance kink, I love smelling people’s skin. I imagine Jacob to smell of smoke, sweat, blood, dirt, and his own musky, masculine scent. If only I could inhale this bouquet of aromas in real life, I would definitely get turned on.
“I often fantasize about Jacob barging into my room after an especially rough fight club experience, all beaten up and bloody but also pretty smug, then pushing me up against the wall face first and fucking me hard without a word. The thought of his harsh breath on my neck and the sweet sound of his strained groans make me all worked up real fast. Just imagine the pace and the way he’d take anyone while that good dose of adrenaline still coursing through his system. Mhmm~”
[X]
“I see Altaïr as fully dom in bed (or in towers) and there is nothing I wouldn’t give just to tease him with dominance wars which end with my knife play, pulling him to edge again and again while he’s tied, drinking arak from his bite bruised neck, rubbing his lap, clawing his back with my nails and making his lip scar bleed. It would be my pleasure to make this firm, silent man scream for me and at last, when I let him go and cum, he’d weakly moan “What sorcery is this…”
Fiora’s note: Arak is an alcohol beverage made from anise.
‘I imagine Crawford Starrick fucking me like there’s no tomorrow. I was so near orgasm and I can tell this one will make me shiver and fall down. “Lord Starrick, I’m gonna cum please!” I scream. He tutted, “Not yet dear.” Then he gets his knife, the knife was simply hovering upon my neck. “If you cum, you know what will happen.” That kind of situation excites me even more. He begins to fuck me harder but this time at knifepoint. I moan with every thrust, every thrust accidentally draws out blood bit by bit adding to the pleasure. I can’t hold it in anymore “Crawford please!” I scream out loud. With that he drops the knife, grabbed my hip and thrusted into me with animalistic power and we cum together.’
Confession [x]