‘I love AC:3 and I really have a dirty thing for Connor. I even have a figurine of him that stands watch over my bed at night. I just feel really weird when I masturbate and he’s watching. I don’t want him to lose his innocence like that, the poor virgin.’
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♫♬ He sees you when you’re sleeping
He knows when you’re awake
He knows if you’ve been bad or good
So be ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) good ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) for goodness’ sake~ ♫♬
‘After seeing Jacob’s Maximum Dracula, I’m losing myself. Any time I watch him walk in that outfit I just want to be pounded by him. I want that white glove to finger me and that black vest pressed against my back as I ride him. Urgh! My animal instincts are coming out~’
‘Imagine how you’re watching Jacob fight at the fight club. You’re standing close enough to see him in all his glory. You can even catch a glimpse of sweat drops on his muscular and beautifully-build body that’s slowly sliding down his chest, his tattoos or between his shoulder blades down his spine. You lick your lips wanting to lick those drops instead if not Jacob’s whole body. He doesn’t see you and doesn’t know you are here – he’s concentrated on the fight. He loves it, maybe too much because it gives him some kind of arousal he desperately needs. Jacob also licks his own lips, excited to finish an unknown guy off. When Frye is done with him, he disappears very quickly. But you follow him, feeling that you’re aroused as well.
‘You find him in a secluded place, his forehead is pressed against the wall and his hand is moving fast between his legs as he strokes his hard cock. You can’t take your eyes off, wanting to keep watching this sacred act and your mouth opens unwittingly, so you have to swallow when you realize how much saliva you have in your mouth right now. Jacob is too busy with himself to notice you, but you “help” him by sneezing – again, unwittingly. He suddenly turns around and sees you. Even in this black-out room your flushed cheeks are visible. When he pushes you to the wall you can finally smell his scent and it turns you on very much. Your eye contact is so intense which leaves you unprotected as Jacob grabs your shoulders tight and kisses you senseless. Your knees are shaking, but he keeps kissing you, not letting you fall. You both have the most passionate sex in history, with him whispering dirty phrases in your ear and you can finally lick his skin as you wanted. You reach your peak simultaneously, but he won’t let you go for a while, saying how much he loves you and how happy he is with you being in his life.’
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“I imagine Jacob’s stubble would feel really good brushing against the insides of my thighs. I wonder what that handsome mouth of his could do to set my legs shaking; when it gets to be too much and I beg him to stop because I’m overwhelmed with the pleasure, he holds me down and keeps going until I can feel my soul leave my body.”
Ayyyy, anonimo, what are you trying to do to me? (Honestly, though, continue sending confessions like this, alright?)
~Claudia
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“So I was watching a movie, it was like an innocent Disney movie. And for some odd reason, I couldn’t stop imagining Jacob doing a live stream on Youtube. Like he’s really seductive but when he starts masturbating he’s really sensitive. Like he even humps a table. And there’s this one girl who keeps commenting. Just telling him to go faster and moan her name. But when he’s so close he just says in a high tone: “I-I can’t.” But she just comments: “Shh. I know, I know Baby.” He finally cums as he released a broken moan. Then the live stream ends.”
This scene has the right facial expression from Signore Frye for this confession: a mixture of pain and maybe a tad of pleasure. Perfetto. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
~Claudia
‘I wanna watch Desmond masturbating. Imagine: he’s in the shower, eyes closed, lips parted, water streaming over every part of his lovely body, hand moving faster and faster- and saying my name in a sigh or a moan as the pleasure peaks.’
‘I have a great desire to lay out on the bed in nothing but black lacey underwear, while a fully clothed 40 y/o Jacob sits relaxed in a chair nearby. Lying on my front, my large chest is spilling on the bed for him to see as I wiggle my ass. A smirk appears on his lips as his eyes wander my body as he watches it move. Staring him dead in the eyes I whisper seductively, “Spank me Daddy.” A low growl comes from his throat as he joins me on the bed and fucks me roughly doggy style.’
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The uncut version of The Phone Call is here and I am frankly embarrassed that the original 1763 word count ballooned to 7398 words. (/ω＼) Because of this, we have decided to again increase the Haystack’s word count to 10,000 words. You see, my primary reason for limiting the Haystack’s word count in the first place was really the fact that I wasn’t sure if the scripting we use could handle so many words! These past few months certainly proved that it could handle a lot. Heck, if we receive a submission that has more than 10K and it works out well, we may even forego the limit all together. (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و
Grazie for reading and I hope all you Jacob fans enjoy this. ♥
~ Signora Paola
‘Connor makes me want to go both ways – that is, either the slow, sweet lovemaking by the fireplace during winter OR the animalistic, acrobatic fucking that would go on for many rounds. I can imagine the pleasure it would give, the kind that would make your fingertips dig and leave marks on his upper back. Can’t risk poor Achilles walking in on such acts, right? Damn, I have a thing for different locations in the house hhhnnngggg’
‘How hard do you imagine it would be to break Connor’s control? He loves you, he’s worried about protecting you from the Templars, so he’s probably keeping his distance – how far would you have to go to get him to snap? To let go? To use that brute strength of his to flip you over, or throw you against a wall and kiss you with everything he has? To strip you bare and explore you in every way you’ve ever wanted him to?’
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