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October 7, 2017

Every time I go to the gym and work on a very brutal set focusing on my butt, one thing that really gets me going is imagining how Jacob would find the changes my body is going through. He’d ask me to wear booty shorts in the house, even suggesting that I just wear underwear (or none at all). He’d sign up for a gym membership, not because he wants to stay fit, but to watch me and glare daggers or even downright intimidate anyone who looks at me inappropriately.

I never thought of him as an “ass” man, but after watching my transformation he has grown to be quite fond of my butt.

During foreplay, he’d kiss and even leave hickeys on it, when before he’d simply squeeze it. He’d then completely shock me by asking if he could rim me. I’d refuse at first, concerned about how unhygienic it is, but after convincing me that it could be hygienic as long as we’re both well-prepared I give in to his request.

I never thought it possible, but I would grow to *love* it as much as I love him eating my pussy. I knew at the back of my mind that it was all leading to him wanting one thing: I’m not surprised when he asks if he could fuck me in the ass. He had fingered me several times that I knew that it *could* be pleasurable, so I consent to him fully.

The whole act makes me feel so dirty, so depraved and yet… I love it. “Good” girls shouldn’t love being fucked in the ass, right? But I do. And I know it’s all because of *him*. Certainly, all of the Assassins are sexy and irresistible in their own way, but the one thing that tells me if a character really hits all the “right spots” for me is when I start imagining him doing things to me I wouldn’t think of doing in real life.

Jacob Frye, thank you for making me more sinful than I ever thought possible. You are truly the king of dirty confessions. As a reward, you are welcome to fuck my ass and cum inside it. I’d even wear a butt plug after to make your cum stay inside me longer.

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October 5, 2017

‘Sometimes, when I masturbate I fantasize about Jacob catching me in the act. But instead of stopping me so he could finish what I started, he’d start masturbating too. He’d sit in front of me, working on that beautifully erect dick with one hand while he’s staring at the way my fingers are moving inside my pussy. I’d soon beg him to put his dick inside me but he’d refuse. “You started it. *You* need to finish it,” he’d purr in response. When I finally come, it’s not even 3 seconds into my orgasm when he finally pushes his dick inside me, and he groans loudly when he feels my walls trembling and squeezing around him. He fucks me hard and fast then, almost brutal, because he’s a little annoyed that I’d masturbate on my own without waiting for him.’

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September 30, 2017

I wonder what will happen to me if I were to find myself naked in the presence of three other naked men; Jacob Frye, Gladiolus Amicitia and Lucifer Morningstar.

My… My… Will my body be able to withstand three hungry and strong men? We’ll put it to the test, shall we?

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September 25, 2017

“Look at what I found in Greenie’s library!” Jacob cried excitedly, running into our chambers. I turned and saw him carrying a book. “I want to try everything I can learn here! And like they say; when in Rome do what the Romans do.”

“Tell me more,” I said, stripping. There was a gleeful grin carved on his face, as he placed the book onto the table and took off his clothes.

“Piditaka sounds tight! In this position, have her lie on her back and pull her knees into her chest, resting her feet on your chest as you kneel in front of her. You raise her hips onto your thighs with your knees on either side of her hips and enter her,” he read. He stopped for a bit and looked at me. “You look ready!” he exclaimed when he saw me lying on the bed. “This is a good guidebook! I am going to refer to this book for new positions. So, being here in India, let’s show our respect then.”

Those very words made me giggle. That boy fascinates me. I know he is not one for books. So, I am going to allow him to indulge in a book he finally gets excited over, the Kama Sutra.

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September 15, 2017

‘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!’

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September 13, 2017

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

Confessions, Paola's Choice

May 14, 2017

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.”

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May 9, 2017

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.”

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April 25, 2017

‘I’m not normally into rough handling and rough sex, but god do I want Jacob to grab me by my hair, rip my clothes off, and throw me down on the bed like a ragdoll. And then when I expect him to fuck me mercilessly and quickly, he instead fucks me good, *so* good. Torturous low thrusts that get deeper with each stroke, his mouth pressed tightly against my ear because he doesn’t want me to miss every single filthy word he utters in that brain-meltingly erotic voice.’

Confessions, Paola's Choice

March 17, 2017

‘One of my personal favourite dirty headcanons about Jacob is how he reacts when you come. When he feels that you are close, he’d hold you closer to him, his grip tightening, almost crushing you against his body. He wants to feel your skin breaking out with goose shivers under his fingers, the surge of your body trembling against his, the heat of your gasps searing the sensitive skin of his neck. He’d watch you intently, like a hawk observing its prey, committing every nuance of your expression to memory. He never tires of the way you come undone, so much so that he always wants you to climax first because he doesn’t want to miss every single moment of you unravelling right before his eyes.’

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