#Sex Jack

[shihlun]

Kôji Wakamatsu

- Sex Jack

1970

[xxurlittlepogchampxx]

Rose Tyler: “These are my three girlfriends. And yes, they smoke weed.”

[soullessjack]

a collection or mood-board of sorts

[valar-did-me-wrong]

I am so proud of this one ngl

Part: 52/?

[moldy-beans]

I wonder what valentines looks like for them. Sun's gotta be broke

OH HE'S GONNA BE BROKE ALRIGHT

[danmeichael]

my favorite thing to think about with bingyuan is bingge having a fetishistic obsession with shen yuan's imperfection.

bingge's wives and every person he's held more than one conversation with are perfect. they're sickeningly pretty, dizzyingly pretty, the sort of pretty celebrities need an hour in a makeup chair and 100k in surgery to achieve.

but shen yuan is so... different. his teeth are adorably crooked, he sneezes in a way that's really only endearing to bingge, he snores and drools on binghe's chest in his sleep. he sweats, it tastes salty on his tongue and makes shen yuan smell acrid and disgusting after it cools on his skin, lingers on binghe's hands after touching him, and binghe is obsessed. every bit of shen yuan that makes him human is what makes binghe rabidly horny.

[in-parkour-civilization]

thanks to that one person who put that fic link under one of my posts

this is the funniest shit i've ever read holy fuck mate

[jimmyspades]

"There are certain facets of my personality that I'm not giving away to some character in a movie. They're mine. And they're mine as Jimmy Spader."

"I think things are great when we accept chaos in life. That goes against my being obsessive-compulsive and ritualistic, but I don't mind adversity. The fight is okay with me. My life is wonderful. It's a grand time, you know?"

"I'm not much good at good, clean fun—and I'm not sure what to do with it. It's just a matter of taste. I like it a lot dirtier."

Happy 64th birthday, James Spader (b. February 7, 1960)! ❤️

[vampire-squid-lesbian]

My favorite genre of music is “Songs About the Dumbest Shit Are the Best Songs You’ve Ever Heard”

[shihlun]

「じゃあ、天誅って知っていますか?」

Kôji Wakamatsu

- Sex Jack

1970

[amid-fandoms]

the huge shift from making sure they show two beds during tatinof to showing one bed in the same room during ii to not showing absolutely anything during tit cause it's no longer part of the narrative it's just a given

[thetrinitytest]

[toxicanonymity]

can we have another sex pollen fic 🫣🫣🫣

picks up after Lazaretto where you were precautionarily quarantined together and subjected to a treatment that had a sex pollen effect on Joel 🥵. Check content settings if you can't see that one.

Lazaretto: Horny reader

1k / Joel x horny!f!reader

Warnings: Horny reader pressures Joel for sex as he struggles with guilt / fear. Jacking off. unsafe P in V sex. Prev story (referenced) was noncon. Unedited.

☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

After Joel is seized by the fog and ferally pounds you, y’all still have another 24 hours in the tent together nearly nude before they’ll let you go. It's a long time to spend with someone in these circumstances. Long enough for you to recover and need more.

He’s traumatized by the experience, overwhelmed by guilt. You reassure him it felt good, as if he didn’t already know you came on his cock, but that doesn’t make him feel any better. He's torturing himself. He’s still feeling the fog, too, even though it’s faded.

He has a hard dick, but by now he’s regained enough control to restrain himself. He’s too ashamed to even relieve himself in front of you. Too ashamed or too afraid of what he might do. You spend most of the day pretending to nap so he can periodically jack off unembarrassed. He grunts and sighs as quietly as he can. You don't want him to know you notice, but it's the hottest thing you've ever heard, and the fact that he’s trying to be quiet only makes it hotter. The squish of his skin and his stifled sounds of pleasure have you starving for his cock.

You wish he’d just fuck you again. You’ve offered. You’ve asked. You’ve borderline begged. You want it that bad. You’re stuck in a tent, horny as hell, with Joel and his hard cock. What’s more, you’re aware of what he can do with it, and every few hours you have to hear him fucking his fist instead of your needy cunt. Your ass is sore, but your pussy wants more. The hornier you get, the more you lose patience. Finally, you’ve had enough and pretend to “wake up.” When you sit up on the cot and face him, he’s cowering on the floor pressing the heel of his palm into his aching member, with his eyes swollen from tears.

“I need something,” you say. “Anything.” You slip your hand under your gown and start touching yourself.

“Can’t give it to ya, sweetheart. It ain’t right,” he says for at least the third time today.

“No, Joel. God, I’m sick of hearing that.” You don’t stop touching yourself. "What ain’t right is you not giving me a choice right now. Gimme the choice you couldn’t give me earlier.”

He doesn’t know how to respond to that.

“Get over here and lie down on the cot,” you tell him, your voice more gentle than the words. “Let me take what I need," you add.

He rubs his temples with the thumb and ring finger of one expansive hand. He shakes his head, then looks at the ceiling of the tent. A few seconds later, he hesitantly stands up with a groan like his whole body hurts. You avert your gaze from the considerable tent in his gown as he makes his way to the cot trying to hide it.

Joel lays down on the cot and says, "You don't have to do this. You really shouldn't." You feel a little bad for him, but you do have to do this. Your body needs it. In your mind, it will benefit you both. "I don't wanna hurt you, sweetheart. Get me started, I dunno if I can stop."

"Relax, Joel." You get on top of him and pull up his gown, your breath hitching at the sight of his commanding cock. You take your own gown off entirely, hoping the sight of your tits helps him get on board with this. You watch his face darken as you position yourself on top of him and both his hands come gently to your breasts.

"Fuck," he breathes as he palms your nipples with his tired eyes nearly closed. You notch the angry tip of his cock at your weeping cunt and he shudders "Ohh, God," pinching his eyes shut. His hands slide down to your hips then he opens his eyes again. As you begin to sink onto him, he pulls you down hard and lifts his hips, sheathing his stiff member in your warmth. He grunts and you sigh as you're impaled on his rock-hard length.

"Fuck, you feel good," he winces.

You lean forward and tilt yourself to press your most sensitive place against his pubic bone, softly cushioned by hair. You begin to move your hips, grinding against him and giving him space to rail in and out of you. His thick cock is hurried along by your ample slick each time he impales you. His eyes water, swollen and sensitive from his earlier tears, and his rough hands grip your ass harder. He kneads your cheeks and you wince in pain each time they spread.

Joel grunts and sighs as he buries his length in you. Your knees squeeze his broad torso as your clit begins to twitch. His face is overtaken by the inner animal again and he begins to rail you mercilessly, pulling you down harder each time he thrusts up into you. You lift up his gown and slide it up his torso, then rest your hands on his pecs for leverage. The sight of his scars and light chest hair make you weak and his firm pecs under your palms make you twitch more. You push your ass down and back as he fucks up into you.

You lower your torso against his, slipping your hands under his arms and resting them on the cot. With the added contact, you’re close to the brink. He plunges his thick cock into you for another minute, your walls gripping him each time he fills you up. You teeter on the edge of your climax, then he grunts loudly and pleasure seizes you, from your clit spreading inward, strangling his cock as you sigh. His nipples harden against your breasts and he shudders then explodes inside you with a long, low sigh.

You stay on his cock and he reaches down to the ground to pick up the blanket. He covers your bodies and you fall asleep with him inside you. Finally you both get some much-needed rest.

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[captain-ghost]

His ass was NOT going over case files and reorganising the safe.

His ass was NOT doing a diagnostic test on the security cameras.

His ass was NOT moving a desk.

[spookygibberish]

what *is* huxley?

Huxley is Half Siren!

Sirens being a kind of fae 'freshwater serpent' with a great deal of physiology in common with salamanders, the ability to take a human form and a supernaturally alluring voice.

They're considered a kind of dragon, although that's a taxonomically meaningless category, about as good as calling something a worm (or a wyrm ahahahaha). Adult females are apex predators of both fae and mundane ecosystems where they occur, which in the US is exclusively the South due to environmental preferences for humidity and temperature.

Here's some old art of a male, the smaller of the sexes. The females get... much larger.

They are the State Fairy of Florida.

[benevolenterrancy]

Ah yes. Me. My boyfriend. And his 90-million-year-old, 2 metre tall pteranodon.