I just finished Jack the Ripper DLC and oh my god… Jacob… He just went from “Your daughter wants to date me” to “Your daughter calls me daddy too”… I wouldn’t mind being dominated by 40 year old Jacob every damn night… This daddy…
‘I’d like to try an enema with milk in my ass. I’d love to see how it squirts out of my asshole while Jacob is fucking my pussy rough and fast, lying on his back with me on top of him. I wouldn’t mind to see another warm ‘milk’ spilling out of my cunt as well 😉’
Confession [@madamretto]
I may prefer a dominant Jacob who loves to overwhelm and reduce me to a panting mess, but interestingly enough I find that when I masturbate thinking about him, the one image that sets me off the quickest is myself being on top and riding him to oblivion. I imagine riding him so hard he’d actually beg for me to slow down a little. But no, of course I wouldn’t do that. I’d fuck him harder and faster until I come. He’d try to sit up, to gain some semblance of control, but I wouldn’t let him. Whenever he’d jerk upwards, I’d place my hands on his chest and push him forcibly downwards. “Don’t move. You’re my fuck toy for the night,” I’d hiss at him. He’d moan out loud, unused to hearing unbridled filth from me. “Yes, I’m your fuck toy,” he’d whine in between gasps. I then notice how pretty his mouth is and I’d hop off from his cock, ignoring his protests.
“As much I love hearing that voice, sometimes you talk too much, Jacob,” I’d scold him. I’d then crawl my way towards his face and sit up, positioning my pussy on his mouth. I’d look down at him, smile at how utterly needy he looks. I’d lower myself until I feel his mouth pressing hard on my wet and well-fucked flesh. “Do what your mouth is made to do,” I’d growl.
I’d fuck his mouth and tongue, but not nearly as hard as I rode his dick; a part of me would hold back because I’d worry about crushing him. He’d notice this and would grab my butt and thighs, pulling me harder against his face. I’d look down at him and see him watching me closely; seeing him all flushed and sweaty while pleasuring me with his mouth would make me come so hard I’d throw all caution out the window and ride that handsome face wildly until I’m spent.
I’d roll over and collapse beside him, panting heavily. I’d reach for his cock, intent on returning the favour when I realise, from the long streams of cum on his abdomen, that he’d already climaxed as well. “How….?” I’d ask, puzzled because I knew both of his hands were on me the whole time.
He’d grin widely, clearly proud that he was able to come spontaneously like a teenager. “I love it when you take control.”
‘I want Jacob to fist my pussy, to spread it wide open as far as possible and make me cum and squirt. Again and again and again… till I can speak no more with ‘ahegao’ expression on my face.’
Confession [@madamretto]
‘Just imagine having rough, dirty hate sex with Jacob on the train, trying to keep quiet so that Evie and the Rooks won’t notice.’
‘I want Jacob Frye to fuck me hard and dominate me in a dark alleyway in London. All the while telling me how much of a good girl I was for him as he cums inside me.’
One of the things that I like fantasising about is waking up to Jacob making love to me. I imagine telling this to him and at first he’s hesitant. “If you’re asleep, I wouldn’t know if really want it, love,” he objects, concern furrowing his brow. “Jacob, you know that only time I wouldn’t want to have sex with you is when we’re visiting my parents,” I reassure him, laughing. He assents to it and whenever we go to bed, I fall asleep, aroused at the thought, wondering if I’d wake up to his cock or fingers buried inside me, or to my thighs resting on his shoulders while he feasts on me.
Being the tease that he is, he takes his time. He waits until I’ve completely forgotten about it. At first I think I’m dreaming. I fall into lucid dreaming easily; I love the feeling when I know I’m about to get into that state because not only does it give me control over my dreams, it makes me feel heightened sensations.
So, at first I think I’m just in that lucid dreaming state… until I realise that I can’t control it. The sensations are intense; it feels like I’m being kissed, licked, and caressed by a countless unseen subjects. My moans are uncontrolled, random words are spilling from my throat, and they get louder and louder until one harsh cry finally jolts me awake. When my vision clears, I can finally feel and see him. Jacob’s face is mere inches above mine, hazel eyes blown with desire, as he fucks me slowly. Too slowly. “Faster,” I gasp. He lets out a loud groan then and acquiesces to my request. We come not too long after.
When our orgasmic high wears off, he gives me his trademark self-satisfied smirk. “What?” I ask a little defensively, knowing that *that* smile means something rather ominous.
“You kept moaning ‘daddy’,” he replies, sniggering.
“W-w-what?!” I yelp, blushing profusely.
“’Oh, please, give me more, daddy!’” he says in a falsetto, imitating my voice and accent.
I can feel mortification running through my veins and I punch his arm. “You’re lying!”
“Now, now, you know I always tell you the truth,” he scolds me lightly. “Besides, there’s nothing to be ashamed about.” The smirk in his face deepens. “I’ve been wanting you to call me that for a long time.”
I want to feel Jacob’s cock buried deep in my pussy; while smothering Arno’s cock with my mouth. I’d gladly take these two gorgeous Assassins at once, any time 😉
Imagine finding all your sex toys gone, and in their place, is a shirtless Jacob Frye laying on your bed, who then says in a sultry tone, “Why use them, when you have me?”
‘Crawford Starrick lets me read his correspondence out loud. I lie on my front, naked, with him in bed and I read out his letters to him while kisses down my back, sending a shiver up my spine. His fingers would explore while I read, knowing he can hear my voice quiver as he does so. I stop at times to moan his name and he smacks my bottom sharply. ‘Keep reading!’ I obey him and he keeps biting and kissing. I feel him smirk against my skin as he did does so. Crawford then hands me another letter which makes me giggle as it is an indecent proposal from a young lady who ‘wants to know him better’. Crawford flips me over and tells me to keep reading once more. I do and his head is between my legs suddenly. I try to read more for him but he has me almost sobbing with pleasure as he tortures me with his mouth. The letters are eventually discarded and he takes me hard, telling me I was the only one for him between kisses and hard thrusts.’
Confession [@castielsangel-x]