#jacobs ladder

[fataltypes]

silent hill 2 fanart inspired by jacob’s ladder

rendering and layout ib taintedviscera on twt!

[etherafayel]

your boyfriend Zayne doesn't have erectile dysfunction... but a jacob's ladder?! (college au where Zayne attends at the usual age)

Zayne was the last person who you expected to ever be spontaneous. You never thought of your boyfriend as the type to surprise you.

You were on his bed, kissing as usual. You two never really did anything more than that because you never wanted to tear Zayne away from his homework. You’ve only been together a year and a half and he has always backed away from intimacy. He told you that he had certain issues when it comes to getting it up. You fully understood his position, never questioned it, and continued to give him affection without expecting anything more. 

The kissing was getting really heated. His glasses were all crooked and foggy. His hand settled against your waist, guiding you down against the mattress.

“Wait. Aren’t you losing studying time right now?” You ask, knowing how particular Zayne is about how he spends his non-studying time. Zayne took this time to chuck his glasses onto the floor with a hint of aggression.

“I’d like to try… it,” he breathes out, flustered from merely mentioning it. You grab Zayne’s ears and tug him closer, making sure he isn’t messing with you.

“You’re serious? All of a sudden? But you told me you were having… issues…” 

Zayne shakes his head, his hands molding over yours against his face. 

He clears his throat, “I know what I told you. I assure you, it was for a reason you would never guess.” 

“Huh?” 

Now you’re confused. Zayne’s complexion was creeping close to being the colour of a tomato, like he just confessed the biggest secret he’s been keeping throughout this relationship. His fingers absentmindedly fiddle with the hem of your shirt. 

“I’ll show you, just forget whatever I said about the issues. I want you,” Zayne says, almost in a whisper. All his rationale has been thrown out the window. 

Your lashes flutter, your hand pushing up to feel his chest. 

“Alright?"  

His lips crash onto yours. You both resume that heated kissing, your leg hooked around his waist and his hands roaming all over your body. The excitement of finally getting to hook up with your boyfriend was seeping into your actions, given by how quick you were to discard your own clothing while Zayne only got rid of his shirt. 

You finally break the kiss to look down at his pants, that are in the way of your further plans. They’re already zipped down, and only started to bunch up below his hips. 

After asking Zayne again for another confirmation and receiving an impatient nod, you drag them down and out of the way. 

That’s when your eyes widen.

“It- It’s unconventional, I know…” Zayne murmurs. 

“You’re telling me you never had limp dick but piercings instead?!” You exclaim, not believing what you’re seeing. 

“Can I…?” You ask, wanting so badly to touch him. He nods and you’re immediately on it. Encompassing his girth in your hand, giving it a slow stroke and feeling the small belt of ridges on the underside. You lift it a bit, surely enough you see four small curved barbells lined up along his length. 

“I couldn’t be intimate because they hurt. A lot,” Zayne explains, biting back a moan from your close inspection. He was getting increasingly harder from your touch.

“How long did they take to heal?” 

“Mine took a little longer, about 4 months. I wasn’t comfortable with doing anything until now. It has been… 7 months.” 

There’s so many things racing through your mind. You want to lick them, feel the texture of the piercings under your tongue. You want to feel what they would add if Zayne fucked you right now. You wanted to do so many things. 

Zayne hisses when he feels your tongue, hot and wet, licking a stripe up the underside of his cock. You moan yourself when you feel the indents of the piercing barbells. It almost made him taste better somehow. 

You became addicted. Engulfing his length in your mouth, bobbing your head as your lips and tongue trace around his Jacob’s ladder. You squeeze your thighs together, trying to mediate the small pulse from between them. 

Zayne whimpers, his entire body trembles as you keep at it and he feels the heat rising in his stomach. You suck on the head before switching your attention to the underside, small moans of enjoyment telling Zayne you’re exactly where you want to be. 

But then he grabs the base of his shaft and guides it out of your mouth.

“I don’t want to finish in your mouth…” Zayne confesses. 

You don’t have to hear any more from him. It’s almost unchaste how fast you were to undress and have Zayne hovered over your spread legs. He slowly drags his dick through your folds, making you feel the aligned piercings against your hot flesh. 

“I need it, need it so bad,” you basically babble. You wanted, no, needed to know what that would feel like inside you. 

Then he did. Slowly, languidly he begins thrusting. The metal, just a tad different in temperature to cock splitting you open, drags along your insides. It was a different sensation, something that made your body feel lighter. Your hands are practically trying to tear chunks out of his shoulders. 

“Is this enough?”

“More… more…” 

“More?”

Zayne increases his speed, driving deeper into you. You almost scream from how sudden it was. You meant to tell him it was more than enough, not ask for more!

Zayne’s thumb finds your clit, applying the right amount of pressure and drawing circles around the sensitive spot. He expertly brings you to the point where you’re unloading all over his cock,  you start wishing he would’ve gotten the piercing sooner. 

The first time with you really knocked the life out of him. You plan to really milk more from him in the near future, but for now you play around with his hair.

Zayne's fast asleep, a large human blanket slumped over your body. His fingers twitch every once in a while as your hands are intertwined.

[weepingwidar]

Andrew J. Park (American, 1996) - Jacob's Ladder (2026)

[vampirecorleone]

"Eckhart saw Hell too. He said: The only thing that burns in Hell is the part of you that won't let go of life, your memories, your attachments. They burn them all away. But they're not punishing you, he said. They're freeing your soul. So the way he sees it, if you're frightened of dying and... and you're holding on, you'll see devils tearing your life away. But if you've made your peace, then the devils are really angels, freeing you from the earth. It's just a matter of how you look at it, that's all. So don't worry, okay? Okay?" Jacob's Ladder (1990) dir. Adrian Lyne

[tapeworrmart]

Collection of some of my fav fan art pieces I did in 2025! Overall, this year has been quite difficult in terms of motivation and inspiration, but I still had fun trying diff mediums and drawing diff characters.

[skullingwaydraws]

recently rewatched an all time fave. Still one of the best. to me

[gguummzz]

FLASH WARNING!!!!

every1 get more psychosexual NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[vieberry]

𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚟𝚎.𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠 — Michael Kaiser

[ jacob's ladder ] » He showed it to you. Hard. Pierced. Beautiful. But when you reached out, he smiled and said no.

cw. power play dynamics, verbal teasing, edging, genital piercing, emotional manipulation (mild), desperation themes

You weren’t expecting it.

One minute, he was dragging you onto his lap, mouth hot against your throat, tongue wicked against your skin. The next, he was shoving his sweatpants down, hips lifting just enough to free himself. A casual motion. Almost careless.

And then you saw it.

You froze.

"...Michael," you whispered.

His cock was thick, flushed, hard and lined with silver piercings. A full Jacob’s Ladder, perfectly spaced, each bar gleaming like something sinful. Beautiful. Dangerous.

Your mouth fell open. "What the hell."

Michael just grinned, lazy and arrogant, like he’d been waiting for this moment.

“You like it?” he asked, voice smug and hoarse, hands bracing behind him as he let you look. “Got it a few months ago. You’re the first to see it.”

Your eyes were wide, lips parted, absolutely wrecked by the sight alone. You didn’t even realize your hand was reaching out until he caught your wrist mid-air.

“Nah,” he said.

You blinked up at him. “...What?”

“I’m not letting you touch it yet,” he smirked, leaning in until your noses brushed. “You don’t deserve it.”

You were stunned. “Michael are you serious? Are you actually... ”

“I show you my best work,” he said, nodding toward his erection, “and you just wanna jump right in? You didn’t even say please.”

You stared. “Please.”

“Too easy.” He licked his lips. “Say it like you mean it.”

You shifted in his lap, frustrated, breath catching as the head of his cock brushed your thigh hot and heavy, pulsing. He wasn’t unaffected. You could see how hard he was. How badly his body wanted it. But his mind?

His mind was sick with power.

You swallowed your pride. “Please, Michael. I want it. I want you to let me have it.”

His smirk deepened. “Have what?”

You grit your teeth. He was cruel. Absolutely cruel.

“The piercings,” you whispered. “I want to feel them.”

He hummed, gaze dark and electric. “Where?”

“On my tongue. Between my thighs. Anywhere. I don’t care. I just— please...”

You sounded wrecked. Desperate.

Michael tilted his head. His cock twitched but he still didn’t move.

Instead, he leaned in and brushed his lips against your ear, whispering low: “Not tonight.”

Your whole body shuddered.

He pulled back, smiling like a devil.

“You’re gonna think about it now, huh?” he said softly, cock still hard and glistening between you. “Every time you close your eyes. Every time I kiss you. You’re gonna imagine how it’d feel.”

You bit your lip, thighs squeezing around his leg.

He chuckled.

“You’ll get it,” he said. “Eventually.”

Then he tucked himself back in, still hard, and kissed your cheek like he hadn’t just ruined you completely.

#notes: i honestly think he'd be the type to get one of these during off-seasons and it would look GOOOOOOOOD on him. its like putting a damn crown down there too yknow that i mean👀