“My biggest wish is to run away with Altair on his horse and then climb up a tall building and have the kinkiest sex ever. I’m very afraid of heights but Altair’s moans make me relax.”
[X]
‘When Jacob returns from his mission I come up to him from behind, hugging him at first, and then I put a blindfold on his eyes but Frye doesn’t stop me. He’s intrigued by my sudden change of mood. “What are you up to?” “You will know it in a second, sweetheart,” I mock him, barely touching the earlobe with my lips. I push Jacob onto the bed, tying him up with ropes. “I hope you don’t mind.”
I pull out one of his throwing knives and tear his shirt apart. Frye mumbles something about liking this shirt but doesn’t make any attempts to quit the game. I wish he could see my wicked smile as I did the same to his pants. “Oi! You are a bad girl! I’m expecting something that’s worth it.” I leave him alone, almost giggling from the sight of him shaking his head, not knowing what I wanna do next. “Are you still here, lass?” I don’t respond and take some strawberries I prepared beforehand to squeeze them above Jacob’s stomach. The juice covers his navel and chest, dripping down his ribs. “What’s that?” Frye asks confused but I stay silent.
‘When I’m done I loudly lick his body, tasting berries in my mouth. “I hope it isn’t blood,” he laughs nervously. He couldn’t be closer to the truth. I send him a sly smirk tho he can’t see me, as I climb on top of him and press my pussy to his face. No command is needed because Jacob sticks his tongue out and pleasures me until I take his knife again and cut his torso a little bit. I don’t want to hurt him, but I know that he likes it. “Fuck, lass! What the hell?” “Don’t tell me you don’t get off of this. That’s why you love to fight, right? You like a little bit of pain, my dear? I’m not gonna leave one more scar on your beautiful body, don’t worry. I just wanna play with you.” I lick his blood along with strawberry juice as I ride his face.
‘Despite his words, Frye returns to eating me out, moaning into my core. I swallow his cock that’s fully erect now and suck it in the naughtiest way possible. Those sounds maybe such a turn on for him because he has lost the ability to see. “Strawberries and blood taste so good on your dick. But I want more…. Fuck my throat and give it to me, Jacob.” He roars desperately and works on my cunt as his hips buck up. I choke on his sperm when it spurts into my mouth and I cum all over his face. Then I release him and kiss Jacob gratefully. “I’m glad you let me do this to you.” “Well, we both have our kinks and you certainly know mine. I’m fine.” “I love you.” “Of course you do.” “Jacob!” “Just kidding. Love you too, baby.” Frye laughs and kisses my forehead.’
[X]
“I can imagine Connor, in a moment of confidence, mischievousness and cruelty, delaying yet still teasing his lover’s orgasm until they can say his true name perfectly.”
[X]
‘I want to breed Jacob’s baby; I want to be his own cum slut, I want to be filled with his cum while he gives a wicked smile, or a warm and gentle smirk. I want to be all sticky and slick and wet with his filmy pre cum and then his seed. I want Jacob so much…’
Confession [x]
‘I would like to give Monsieur Dorian a blowjob for his birthday. Happy Cake Day, Arno!’
screenshot source: [x]; confession by @kaveenselvi
“I’ve just been beaten in a fight by Evie in the fight club, and I’m off cleaning up at the side. Evie struts up to me and pins me against the wall, covering my mouth. She grabs my balls and squeezes hard until I slump to the ground, and she walks off.”
[X]
‘Imagine arriving home after a really tiring day at work (or at school), eager to collapse on your bed and call it a day, only to find Jacob on your bed, masturbating. You’re not sure what to look at: The hand furiously working on his cock; or his face, eyes screwed shut and mouth agape while he moans, sighing your name repeatedly under his breath; or the way his muscles tense underneath his sweat-slicked skin. Would you immediately jump on him, giving him the ride of his life, or would you continue watching him, observing how he touches himself, listening to the way his voice breaks as he keeps moaning your name desperately?’
“Sometimes I just imagine being carried around in Connor’s arms and blush at the thought of being in such close proximity to him, like a damsel in distress, even if nothing else happens. Then there are the times when I imagine grinding on Connor’s cock and then his face. Until he takes charge and gets me down on all fours and spanks me repeatedly while he screws me ruthlessly and only stops when he’s satisfied and can see hand prints on my hips and ass.”
[X]
‘Yesterday was my birthday, 8/23 and last night I had a dream where Arno fucked me continuously while dirty talking in French then later on, I gave him a blowjob. I can never get enough of that French boy’s ass.’
Screencap credit [x]
Belated happy birthday, amico mio! We hope it was a great one (and we hope you get more dirty Arno dreams in the future ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
‘Because I like fashion, I’ve always wanted to have a photo-studio style apartment where I can photograph my own outfits and invite my friends for a photo-shoot. I manage to persuade Jacob to model for me and let me style him. I apply dark red lipstick and black eyeliner on him and dress him in a luxurious suit. To my delight Jacob turns out to be very photogenic. Lights around the apartment are dimmed, just the two of us in silence with only the sounds of my camera’s shutter. I get increasingly turned on watching Jacob do different poses, loosen his tie, do a boyish snarl with his hands in his tousled hair, smudge the side of his lipstick with his hand, take off his jacket…
‘At one point I say, ‘Hold up,’ go to the bathroom, come back with a bucket of water and before Jacob can stop me I pour it on him and say, ‘Continue.’ He’s annoyed with me at first but then quickly gets into it with more erotic poses and expressions. His wet shirt is clinging to his chiseled torso, his hair is drenched and messy, and water is dripping down his face. The more I look at his wet lips coated in flaming red lipstick and his eyes made darker and accentuated by the eyeliner, I get almost obsessed with wanting to see him like this all the time. A touch of femininity added to his very masculine demeanour does wonders for my arousal. I put the camera on continuous shooting on the tripod, go up to him, push him against the wall and kiss him fervently. Just tasting my own lipstick on Jacob’s lips makes me growl and I unintentionally start biting into his lips like I want to eat them. He grabs my ass and presses me against his damp body. To stop my biting he pulls my head away by my hair and just seeing how smudged his lipstick is all around his mouth, my eyes grow wider with hunger, I breathe rapidly and bare my teeth.
‘Jacob doesn’t often see me act so predatory to the point that he has to restrain me like a mad dog, and when he does, he knows he stumbled across one of my biggest kinks. Jacob kneads my body and roughly bites and kisses my neck, leaving sloppy lipstick marks all over my skin. He bites my ear and cheeks and purrs, ‘Naughty girl, you were planning for this to happen, weren’t you?’ I respond ominously, ‘Quit playing around and fuck me or I’ll bite your pretty lips off.’ My threats always humour him so he grins before throwing me on the floor and taking me right there while my camera continues capturing every frame. I’ve always had this fantasy with Jacob but after seeing The Joker in Suicide Squad and growing sexually obsessed with his makeup, outfits and his psychotic berserk behaviour, I had to revisit it.’
Confession [x]
I hope this edit is good enough, amico mio! (/^▽^)/ I do photography myself and portrait photography is the one thing that I wish to master. I just know Jacob would be an excellent subject ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
~ Signora Paola