‘During class I couldn’t keep my mind from wandering to being 40 year old Jacob Frye’s apprentice. After training in the freezing cold, older!Jacob takes me to his house and we warm each other up by making steamy and passionate love…Maybe I should write a fanfic about it ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)’
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Oh, please do, dearest confessor! We would also be very happy if you submit to the Secluded Haystack!
‘Jacob Frye by the time he’s in his 40’s would be a sentimental, candle lit sex kind of lover. He’d praise his partner every step of the way, wordlessly worshiping their body and even begging for them to cum first. After his life experiences I believe he’ll be the type to gently caress his lover to sleep with lots of romantic pillow talk. Alongside improved aftercare of getting them water or opening a window. Maybe an occasional cheeky remark but he’d always smile with a starry look in his eyes.’
‘Me: I’m not that much into the daddy kink…
40yo!Jacob: *Exists*
Me: Oh please fuck me daddy!’
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Oh, I definitely agree, dearest anon. Never was too much of a fan. I’m still not. But I do make a very special exception for older Jacob ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
~ Signora Paola
‘All I wish for my birthday (July 23rd) is the Eivor dude and good 40yo!Jacob waiting for me naked in the bed, ready for a steamy and hot passion all night under the Northern Lights.’
Confession [@vickapinto]
Happy birthday @vickapinto from all of us here at La Rosa in Fiore! May you have the most scrumptious cake with these two gentlemen~
‘After many years, I’ve recently re-played AC Syndicate and I’ve realized how much I had missed Older Jacob. From the few things he says and the few scenes he’s in we can tell he’s much more mature and wiser. He surely has matured on a sexual side, too, right? I imagine myself being a young “Unfortunate Woman” and Jacob visiting the brothel I work in and choosing me out of curiosity, then becoming my best patron and fucking me ardently almost every night. Man, what I wouldn’t let this man do to me.’
‘I’m so thirsty for the older man trope right now, and I can’t stop thinking about older Jacob Frye. Whether he’s my horny neighbour, my boyfriend’s dad who has a much bigger cock and sexual prowess, or he’s simply a stranger in a chatroom where I’ve expressed my penchant for an older man, the result is always the same – me on all fours at the edge of the bed while he stands behind me, fucking me like there’s no tomorrow.’
I’m not huge on the ‘daddy’ kink, but I’d let older Jacob plough me so hard while calling me his ‘naughty little girl’ 😏
Confessed by @swiggle-muffin
‘I imagine Jacob is a tender lover with a bit of a daddy kink. As I ride him he would ask me, “Who’s your daddy?” and I would reply, “You are.” He would say, “That’s my girl.”’
Confession [@deafeningtyphoonblaze]
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.
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