‘I want to watch Jacob struggle against his bonds and whine against his gag while I play with his cock and fuck him slowly with my vibrator. Maybe I’d even rim him if he’s a good boy. I know how much he loves my tongue in his ass.’
‘I don’t consider my nipples as erogenous. Jacob thinks it’s absurd and has made it his mission to convince me otherwise. He grazes his stubble over the tender skin of my breasts, lightly brushing it against my nipples. Then he runs his nose along the curve and breathes over my hardening nipples. By the time he starts using his tongue I’m shaking. And when he delicately brushes his teeth over them? God, I’m so close to coming!’
‘Crawford can be rough and demanding most of the time, but it’s those moments where he’s gentle and passionate that really turns me on. He’d come home from dealing with the aftermath of the Frye twins exhausted and in need of some love. So naturally, I give it to him. We make love in front of the fire, taking all night to undo each other and in the end, lie in bed holding each other gently in our arms. He wouldn’t say anything, he’d just lie there and savor my smell and feel. Yes, please…’
I’m a sucker for angsty love stories so I imagine that Jacob is my first love (and I, his) and we didn’t get our happy ending. He married and had children with someone else; I stayed single because I couldn’t find a man that would make me forget about Jacob. I couldn’t handle seeing Jacob either, so I left London. So many years had passed when I came back. I thought I was completely over him until we literally bumped against each other. It’s been 20 years. I wouldn’t even recognise his face lined with age if he hadn’t opened his mouth. That voice. Of course I wouldn’t forget it. I kept dreaming it even if Jacob’s face in my dreams faded away in the mist of forgotten memories. I wanted to punch him and make him miserable.
When I learned that he was divorced and estranged from his family, I rejoiced. Not because he was single again but because of spite. I wanted him to suffer. But the sadness in his eyes gnawed in my heart. I couldn’t do it. We reconnected and I was surprised just how much he had matured over the years. I didn’t want to fall in love with him again but I did. He wooed me slowly and carefully… including in sex. A far cry from the blistering pace he set when we were young. The last time I had sex was with him so many years ago so it felt like I was a virgin again. He was shocked to know that he was the only one since and vowed to make up for lost time.
‘My phone beeped and I saw that Jacob had sent me a Snapchat. And guess what the man sent me? Why do I feel like I am going to find him naked waiting for me at the door?’
Confession [@jezsiema]
We were in LA when we discovered a club called Lux. Somehow, Jacob had some supernatural attraction towards the place, when he isn’t one for clubs. We went in and saw the place filled with people. And an attractive man played the piano while singing. I could not help but notice that his eyes were fixed on us the whole time. After his number, he approached us, offering drinks and a private room. We accepted his offer and followed him to somewhere more private.
After a couple of drinks, things got heated up between Jacob and me. Despite having so much to drink, I was still aware of my surroundings. It felt awkward but that was my desire, to have sex with Jacob in front of someone. Lucifer noticed my shyness and told me to focus on Jacob. Lucifer watched us until he shouted, “No! That is how you give a woman pleasure!” Next thing we knew, Lucifer was giving Jacob instructions on how to give great pleasure to a woman. I’ve never reached an orgasm the way I did at Lux. The next morning, I woke up and found myself in between the two gorgeous men. And boy, was I satisfied!
Confession [@jezsiema]
‘I just want Crawford Starrick to do anything and everything he wants to me.’
Confession [@castielsangel-x]
Because he’s the king of dirty confessions I can’t help but imagine an AU where Jacob is the highest-ranking incubus with all the other characters as his minions. Instead of giving you erotic dreams and draining you while you’re asleep, they live among us pretending to be people. They seduce and prey on the willing, taking them to new sexual heights, but only make sure to do it once per person because they don’t want to establish any kind of bonds. These poor people would be somewhat deprived after, not being able to feel that amazing kind of sexual high from other people. They’d be able to move on, have new relationships, even get married, but a part of them would always look back. Most of them would even dream about their incubii lovers every now and then.
But to be the prey of Jacob, the master incubus? You might as well say goodbye to any semblance of stability from your life. You knew there was something off about him and something within you warned to stay away, but can you ever hope to resist those hazel eyes that seemed to *just know* what you were thinking, or that rich masculine scent that got more addicting the more you spent time with him, or that smooth velvety voice that sent shivers down your spine and made your knees weak?
You knew the sex would be spectacular, but you had no idea just how much. When he made you first come with his fingers, you knew you were fucked. When you came 8 times (or was it 10?) with his dick inside you, you knew you were well and truly fucked. You wanted *more* even though you were exhausted. He was all too-willing to accept your request, gaining power every time you had an orgasm. He only stopped when a particularly intense orgasm knocked you out cold.
Jacob, despite being a ravenous incubus who drained your energy every time you had an orgasm, would become concerned of your well-being. He did drain much of your energy. So, instead of leaving you behind after the first night, he’d stay and make sure you’d rest and recuperate enough. Problem is, that one day became two days.
Then it became three. Four. Five.
Plenty of time to really get to know each other. By the fifth day, you were well-rested and really wanted to have sex with him again. This time, he was the one who couldn’t resist. A single night turned into several nights.
What was that rule again about an incubus only having sex with a prey once so no bonds would be established?
Well. Fuck.
Original edit [natural eyes, red eyes]
I had a LOT of fun writing this confession and making the edit. ‘Tis a little different from the many incubus/demon!Jacob edits I’ve done in the past primarily because I used older Jacob 😏
~ Signora Paola
For Shay’s birthday, I’m willing to pleasure him however and how many times he wants and drown in his Irish cream. Happy birthday, Templar beauty~
‘I want to see Jacob as a schoolboy. He needs to dress up as one. Maybe he’ll even alter his voice a little, make it a little higher than usual and innocent to really sell the part. Those hazel brown eyes all wide-eyed and pure. Hnggggh yes. But why do I get the feeling that he wouldn’t last long and he’d quickly go back to being devilish Jacob? It’s going to be a real test to my resolve to remind him to keep his innocence up. Problem is, the second I hear that deep sexy voice all my walls break down. 🤤’
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