‘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?’
‘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.’
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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
‘After my evening shower, while standing in front of the wardrobe, I hear the window creaking slightly. Before I could turn, Arno is already behind me. Pulling me so close and harsh with his hidden blade right at my neck. “Stay quiet and I’ll take what’s mine,” he whispers with a very low tone. “Really? Show me what’s YOURS, monsieur.” He pushes me to my now closed wardrobe and rips me off the towel before I could realise. Placing his warm palm on my vagina and another hand fondling one of my breasts, he growls, “These are mine, YOU are mine, and I will do you as I see fit” while slowly dipping a finger in my hole. Then while I try to settle down in that pleasure of him fingering me, he pushes me to the bed and looks at my pussy and smirks from under his hood.
‘I tried to pull my knees closer to hide the embarrassment of him looking at me. “Don’t hide from me, you know you can’t,” he parts my knees, “and now, you’re VERY naked.” He slowly leans to kiss while he penetrates. I tuck my legs around his slim hips and grab his stiff muscular arms under his blue coat. He was naked below his hips. He slowly and calmly makes love to me and comes in me. And when he was done, does his pants, I mutter weakly at him, “Don’t go, monsieur… I hate your absence.” “I must go to the sanctuary, Bellec wants to have me execute a mission for him,” he says while sharing another passionate kiss and jumps out of the window, while I jump out of the bed wrapped in blanket, smelling of him, watch him walk ever so manly in the streets of Paris.’
“I think it’d be incredibly sexy to wear one of Connor’s shirts. Seeing as he’s so tall and muscular, I would be swimming in his clothes. I’d keep the shirt buttoned up (mostly) and tease him while sitting on his lap, just to witness him rip off the shirt and skip the foreplay… *cough cough*”
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 my favourite fantasies about a modern AU Jacob is him convincing me that I should wear one of those remote-controlled vibes during a party or an event we’re both not keen on going, but have to anyway because of obligations. Before I give him the control I make him promise that he’s not going to activate it whenever I’m talking to someone. He swears he won’t, but Jacob being Jacob I just know he’s plotting something.
‘We arrive at the party/event. Our sitting arrangement just happens to have him sit across me in a round table. The people with us in the table are all acquaintances. I try to make small talk with them, but I’m terrible at it. Meanwhile, Jacob is doing a great job charming the pants off everyone in the table and I get a little envious. For a moment I forget that I’m still wearing the vibe until I feel it buzz.
‘I throw a shocked glance at Jacob. He smiles sweetly at me and goes, “I was just telling them how we first met. Care to tell the rest of the story, sweetheart?” Anyone else would think that he’s just helping me with my small talk problem, but I know exactly what he’s plotting. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction, I start to tell the story. I tense up, waiting for the buzz, but it never comes. I’m almost convinced that Jacob is actually keeping his promise until I reach toward the end of my story. I feel it buzzing again, stronger this time, and it takes all of my willpower to keep my face and voice neutral.
‘Just in time, everyone else focuses on some kind of program the party/event is having. Jacob and I, however, don’t give it a second glance. We stare at each other, that smirk on his face getting bigger and more mischievous as he plays with the remote, me biting my lip and gripping the edge of the table. Unconsciously, I make light humping motions on my chair. He still has that smirk on his face, but his eyes narrow and he’s biting his bottom lip. He snatches his mobile phone and quickly sends me a text. “Careful or people will see.” I don’t bother replying back. Instead, I keep moving my hips subtly, my gaze never leaving his face. When I finally come, my resolve not to open my mouth and make a sound causes me to bite my lip so hard that I actually cut myself a bit. Jacob looks alarmed at my slightly bleeding lip, but I give him a smile to show him that I’m fine. Then I send him a text, “Want to ditch this party? We have the time to get cozy in our car. ;)”
‘We’re not even inside the car yet when Jacob bends me over the hood and raises my skirt. Thankfully for us, the parking lot is free of people. ;)’
I imagine the vibe to be something like this ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
~ Signora Paola
“Ezio is tough and ruthless on his missions but I just know that in the bedroom he’s sweet and gentle and needy for love. I keep thinking of the littlest things – I undo his ponytail and brush his hair out of his eyes, press his hand to my chest so he can feel how fast my heart is beating, kiss his neck softly and hear his breath catch…”
[X]
I always have been thinking about glass ceiling. In this case I can watch Jacob fuck me. Watch how his ass moves. Or when I ride him I can enjoy the view of my tits bouncing. But sometimes even an ordinary mirror is fine. Especially, if Jacob describes everything that is going on in deep husky voice with this sexy accent of his, while we are standing in front of it. Damn, I would probably squirt all over the mirror because of that.
[X]
‘I was having a bad day in the office and was awfully depressed. I pick up my phone and call Jacob. He listened to my woes and told me that he was coming for me. He arrives with flowers and chocolates with the horniest grin a man can give. He invites himself into my office, locking the door of my room. He then pushes me against the wall. Undid his trousers and pulled my skirt up telling me he was horny. I guess sex in the office is a better stress reliever than flowers and chocolates.’
‘The library is boring for Jacob but he still insists that I take him with me. When his boredom gets the best of him, I get a text from him even though he’s sitting next to me in the library. I roll my eyes and read his text, ‘You win if you can stay calm for 15 mins, I win if you beg me to fuck you in the bathroom before 15 mins are up.’ I try to protest but he quickly snakes his hand under my skirt and into my knickers and pinches my clit, eliciting a sharp hiss from me. I glare at him but he only puts up a finger to his smiling lips to shush me. The mocking in his eyes irritates me and I decide to take his challenge and set the time but plan on remaining completely inexpressive to his teasing to humble his ego.
‘I focus on my book and from the corner of my eye see his smile widen as he releases my clit and starts gently rubbing it between his forefinger and middle finger, every now and then dipping his digits into my hole to smear them in my rapidly wetting pussy. I start shifting and check the time, 6 minutes, I keep my eyes glued to my book. Being who he is, Jacob easily catches even the slightest changes in my behaviour. He dips his fingers even deeper, now wantonly fingering my hole, sometimes taking them out and dipping it past my pussy towards my asshole. The sounds his fingers are making are becoming louder and my eyes start to wander to my surroundings in fear of being heard. 9 minutes.
‘He dips a third finger and moves very close to me and I hear Jacob’s deep voice in my ear, ‘This is a very wet pussy. You’re dripping onto the floor, you know? Very, very wet pussy.’ I exhale and drop my book. He continues, ‘Right now, I’m faced with a dilemma, I want nothing more than to fuck,’ he stresses the word ‘fuck’ and pauses, ‘this dripping wet pussy with my thick hard cock,’ he watches me drool and dig my nails into his arm, ‘but I also want to stick my whole hand, all five fingers, into this gorgeous soaking pussy and stretch you,’ he growls, his lips pressed to my ear.
‘I check the time with shaking fingers, 12 minutes passed. ‘So what will it be, baby? Five fingers fucking and stretching your wet pussy with people watching or shall I bend you over the toilet and slam my big hard cock into your wet slutty pussy in the bathroom?’ I whimper as my thighs shake and realise I can’t take it anymore so I take his soaked fingers out of my pussy and put them in my mouth. I turn to Jacob, ‘Bathroom, and you fuck me so hard that I can’t stand.’ His eyes light up and he does exactly as I command.’
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