King Jacob’s court is open now. On your hands and knees, subjects!
Amazing work, @th3morrigan! I highly approve of this. *clears throat* Everyone, please form an orderly line to give tribute to his majesty.
~ Signora Paola
P.S. To our patrons who need context for this~
Terrible Tuesday it was. I was on the verge of crying my heart out when I picked up my phone and dialled his number. Luckily for me, he answered. I started pouring my heart out.
“Tell you what, come straight home after work. No stopping for drinks in a pub. Just come home. I have something for you,” he said, optimism ringing in his voice.
Later that day, I got home to find what seem to look like a treasure map. I picked the map up to study it and read the instructions. If that was his idea of cheering me up after a hard day at work, it was working.
Following the map, I ended up in the kitchen. There was nothing unusual about the kitchen until I saw another piece of paper on the counter. Like the first piece of paper, it was a map. Again, I followed the markings until I got to another map in another room. I found more maps in various rooms of our house.
It took me a while to go through the route on the maps. At last, I stood at the bottom of the staircase. I went up and at the top of the stairs, instead of a map, I found a pink note telling me to follow the rose petals. I followed, wondering what I would find at the end of the trail. The trail stopped at the floor of our bedroom door. There was a note stuck onto the door saying, “Roses mark the spot and you will find your treasure.” Curious, I opened the door.
It was a pleasant surprise to find Jacob sitting on the bed, naked with a bouquet of roses covering his manhood. “Roses mark the spot and you will find your treasure,“ he smirked, pointing at the bouquet of roses. Judging from the silly (and horny) grin on his face, I knew what he wanted. Removing the bouquet to reveal my “treasure,” there it was waiting for me to wake it. I did what I had to do to wake it up and wrapped my mouth around his girth.
After a while of pleasuring Jacob, he stopped me. “I cannot stand it any longer!” he said, taking off my clothes. He then pushed me onto the bed and penetrated my slick folds. We took it slow at first. He claimed he wanted to feel my tight walls around him and fill me up with his seed. Most of all, he wanted to enjoy the intimacy. We gazed into each other’s eyes as he thrusted within me. He started picking up his pace, thrusting faster. Our loud moans filled the room and he pushed himself deeper inside me when he unloaded his warm seed. Exhausted, he pulled his flaccid manhood out and brought me into his arms.
“I was only stressed out, Jacob. It is not my birthday or anything,” I commented. He smiled at me and planted a kiss on my forehead.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, my Love…” he whispered. “I am glad my plan to cheer you up before sex worked!” he said. Carved on his face was an expression of triumph and happiness. I kissed his lips and thanked him for always being there for me when I needed him.
Indeed it was a good way to end a stressful day at work on Valentine’s Day. Did we stop at that moment? Of course not. Let’s just say I went to work the next day, sore but happy.
Confession [@jezsiema]
‘Jacob enjoys watching me masturbate while he fucks me. The catch? I am not allowed to stop stimulating my clit or orgasm until he cums first.’
Confession [@jezsiema]
Shay would be the King of aftercare. Once he’s made you feel like a goddess, he’s gently rub your arm or shoulder, kissing your forehead until your eyes start to droop. Then he’d carefully remove himself from you, rinse out a cloth in some cold water in a basin, warm it between his hands and gently rub you down, softly, gently, until you feel fresh. He’d bring you a cup of wine, help you drink it before laying down beside you on his back. You rest your head on his chest, falling asleep in his arms.
To continue that ‘Jacob as a drummer while I’m a bassist’ AU confession I made months back, imagine this AU with the Assassins and Templars being in rival bands/management. As you probably know, I headcanon modern Jacob as the type who would keep sending you pictures of himself, both innocent and dirty. I’m very careful with my privacy so I would immediately download everything he sent me to my computer harddrive so my phone and account would be clean. However, there’s one photo that I didn’t get to delete right away. The Templars, in their attempt to discredit our band, decide to hack our mobile phones. They’re successful, but don’t really get anything “scandalous” from us – except one: A picture of Jacob’s dick.
Now, I don’t know if it’s sheer desperation (it probably is), but they leak it in hopes that it will be enough to get the parents of our younger fans all outraged and boycott us. It isn’t. #JacobsPackage becomes a trending topic on Twitter, with most praising the “amazing” girth of his package. Some are understandably upset… not because Jacob’s Package got leaked, but because they’re all jealous that I get to tap that every night. I don’t even mind that Jacob becomes the King of Smug Bastards during that week because those are Seven Days of Orgasmic Bliss.
‘Edward can unleash a dick attack +5 on me any time.’
Your confession was just begging for this edit, my dear confessor. I’m not sorry. ~/o/
~ Signora Paola
I’m trying to learn how to cook. One thing that I’m clumsy at is learning how to slice and dice properly. Jacob would try to help out. He’s absolutely hopeless when it comes to cooking, but he does know how to wield a knife. But of course it doesn’t end there. Since I read from a recipe book, he finds another use of that voice of his: Reading me the instructions. It’s very kid-friendly at first, but this is Jacob we’re talking about. Soon, he’s reading my butter recipes in a buttery sinful voice. He’ll even make dirty jokes about the phallic-shaped vegetables I have. He’d take out one particularly thick cucumber, put it in front of his crotch, and go, “Pretty close to the real thing, don’t you think so, love?”
Thing is, I don’t allow any sweaty romps while I’m working, so Jacob, the little shit, would try so hard to lose my focus. He’s always had near successes, but I always manage to finish before yanking him towards the dining table (or the floor… or even against the fridge) to have my very dirty way with him. Except that one time I left the stove on and burned our entire dinner. Jacob was very remorseful and offered to cook for us. I would never trust him with the full control of the kitchen so I ended up directing him what to do. While he was wearing my cute Hello Kitty apron… and nothing else.
I blame this. I regret nothing.
~ Signora Paola
‘Shay Cormac would be such a giving, selfless lover. He’d hook your legs over his shoulders and ravish you until you’ve come so hard your legs are shaking, and expect nothing in return except the opportunity to pleasure you again. Of course his cock would be rock-solid by the time you’ve cum for him once, but after three times he’d show no signs of wanting to take you. That is, until you beg for him to be inside you, to fuck you. Only then will he allow himself to feel you clench around him as he comes.’
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I ate French-made chocolate truffles last night and they were so good I moaned every bite. I imagine eating this in front of Arno. He’d get so aroused and a little jealous of how I’m savoring the chocolates. When I take another truffle he’d surprise me by taking my wrist and directing my hand towards his mouth. The chocolate is a little melty so I have remnants in my fingers which Arno starts licking and sucking. “Hmmm,” he moans huskily, never taking his eyes off mine. Who could resist that? 😉
‘I want Connor to make me feel loved. He’ll tell me that I’m the love of his life as he fills me with his cock slowly and leaves kisses and bites across my neck and chest. His thrusts get faster and all he can do is grunt and give the most delicious moans at the feeling of me tightening. Just the fact that I can turn this strong man into a moaning mess makes me feel wanted and loved and I cum shaking in his arms with a broken moan leaving my lips.’
