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Some say that Edwin may not remember much of what his face looks like since he died in 1916. He may have seen his reflection in Limbo's Lobby, but even more heartbreaking, he most definitely knows what his face looks like when he sees the dead bodies of his last selves.
For the majority of his existence, Edwin has mostly seen his face as lifeless.
The videos referenced are the video essay about Blade Runner 2049 by @ladyknightthebrave and an interview between Adam Savage and Matt Parker about his book "Humble Pi: When Math Goes Wrong in the Real World"
go give them a watch they're super cool!
Based on the idea:
STAY STILL
PAIRING — yeosang x reader
GENRE — smut, established relationship, gn!reader w/ fem anatomy, dom!yeosang, sub!reader
WARNINGS — smut, unprotected sex, sex toys, bondage, overstimulation, oral (f receiving), dirty talk/sexual language
WORD COUNT — 975
SUMMARY — “you look so good when you're all tied up like this, so helpless.”
“Stay still,” Yeosang ordered as his hand held the vibrator against you. “You move too much.”
You whined pathetically, your body squirming. The vibrations against your clit were running through you like waves. It felt like it’d been forever, but it’d really only been just a few minutes ago that he’d placed the toy on you. You reached your hand out to touch him. “Yeosang, please —”
“—Ah, ah!” He swatted at your hand. “I didn’t say you could touch me yet, baby.”
“Please let me touch you,” you pleaded. Your only response from him was an increase of the vibrator’s intensity. Your back arched off the bed and your hands flailed out to your side helplessly.
Yeosang moved the toy in circular motions on your clit. It was agonizingly slow and you were fighting back the urge to buck your hips into it. “You’re cute when you beg, but it’s still a no. Now be still and don’t move while you take what I give you, okay?”
You were certain it would’ve been easier to grow wings and fly than to stay still as the vibrator pulsed against your core. Your cries grew marginally as you tried to keep yourself in place. Your legs were spread for him, his free hand resting at your knee. As you got closer to your release, your muscles tensed, legs clamming shut.
Yeosang’s hand pressed against your knee to keep your legs open. “What do you think you’re doing? Didn’t I tell you to stay still?”
You moaned and your core began to flutter as your high neared closer. “I’m s-so close…”
He shushed you. “I know, baby.”
You whimpered when he set the toy to a higher setting, body quivering under the force of your orgasm as it took you. You cried out into the air, voice echoing in the bedroom. Your hands fisted the sheets with a tight grip in an attempt to hold yourself still. The orgasm was intense as the waves of pleasure pulsed through you.
Yeosang snickered as he watched you. His thumb pressed a button and soon the toy was set to its highest frequency. His hand gripped your knee when your legs tried to close again. “Take just a little more for me.”
Your thighs were shaking from the overstimulation. You cried out his name. “It's too much!”
“Shhh,” he cooed at you. Yeosang gazed down at the vibrator as it pressed against your wet heat. “What did I say, hm?”
You gulped. You felt the sweat forming on your forehead. “I have to t-take what you give me.”
Yeosang smirked. “Exactly.”
You were almost like a floundering fish out of water as you lied there, body squirming and convulsing as the vibrator continued to assault your core. Sweat beaded on your skin while you willed your legs to stay open for him. But try as you might, you couldn’t keep them shut anymore. Your second high blindsided you, your legs snapping shut in an attempt to rid yourself of the overload of pleasure. You grabbed his wrist and pleaded with him that it was far too much.
Yeosang leveled a firm expression on you as he watched you wiggle underneath him. “You don’t listen very well.” You could’ve sighed in relief when he took the toy away from your poor clit, but the peace was short lived. He walked to the drawer that was near the bed, opening it to retrieve something inside.
You tensed when you saw what was in his hands.
He turned to you with long black straps in his hands. His eyebrow quirked as he regarded you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Since you won't listen on your own, I'll have to make you.”
You didn't offer up much resistance as he strapped all four of your limbs to the bed frame. Your arms were completely immobile as well as your legs. He had your legs spread wide for him and there was nothing you could do but be at his mercy. You eyed him closely as you waited for his next move. He smirked down at you as he positioned his face between your open thighs.
“This will make you behave much better,” Yeosang spoke against the skin of your thigh, hot breath making chills rise across it.
Goosebumps prickled along your legs and you bit your lip to stifle a sigh. You strained against the straps as his mouth encompassed your sensitive bud, hips bucking against his face. "Oh, f-fuck!"
Yeosang chuckled against you. His hands gripped your thighs as he pressed his face into you further. He used his hands to spread your slick folds wide. His gaze traveled up your body to lock with yours just as his tongue delved between your folds to lap up your sweet essence.
You struggled as you desperately tried to move your arms, the need to grasp something to ground yourself dire as the pleasure of his tongue fucking your hole was too much to bare. The straps were taut as you pulled against them, back arching off the bed you as you cried out. “Fuck, I'm going to cum!”
Yeosang quickened his tongue inside you until your were coming on his tongue. Your whole body tensed, legs desperate to close around his head but restrained by the straps. You came all over his mouth and he hungrily lapped all of it up. He kissed up your body until he was hovering above your face. He smiled down at your sweaty, fucked out state. “You look so good when you're all tied up like this, so helpless.”
You pulled against the straps yet again as you cursed when he rubbed the tip of his cock against your folds. Your body shuddered as he pushed himself in.
“See how good it is when you behave for me?”
AUTHOR’S NOTE — please tell me if this was even any good i feel so rusty when writing these days :’)
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Even more toad
Thanks to the friends who inspired me to make a New Vegas OC!! Instead of a courier six, I thought it would be fun to make a companion character instead!
He’s a pre-war ghoul named Richard Marlow, but he usually goes by Marlow, Dick or other little nicknames. Before the war, Marlow was a high society dandy and a very famous plastic surgeon. His flawless record granted him seats in the wealthiest circles of the United States, so when he wasn’t working, he was partying with some of the most influential people of the time.
In 2281, Marlow is a traveling doctor who doesn’t concern himself with the warring factions of the Mojave. He used to live in Underworld until Doctor Borrows and the others couldn’t handle his eccentric nature anymore. Charon was tasked with literally throwing him out, but Marlow has a big crush on him so there’s no hard feelings.
Almost all of Marlow’s clothing is made of waterproof materials like rubber or vinyl because his job gets extremely messy. He has very poor vision that’s getting progressively worse with time, but he’s conducted so many surgeries that he can almost drive by feel at this point. Should the courier choose to recruit him, he will provide perfect medical care, but you’ll have to deal with his loud and outgoing personality in the dangerous wasteland.
Rick Moranis in every movie (193/?)
Little Giants (1994), dir. Duwayne Dunham
Carol didn’t think Chrissy was interested until she shows up on her doorstep one morning.
(This takes place in the Got What You Need Universe but can be read as a stand alone and does not need to be read to understand and keep reading the rest of the series.)
I’ve Been Thinking About Doing That (A Chrissy/Carol Interlude)
Carol is up in her warm blush painted bedroom waiting for Steve to come by when the doorbell rings. Which means it cannot be Steve, he knows where the spare key is and uses it whenever he comes by even if her parents are home. She glances at the clocks, it is still early afternoon and a Sunday, not the post, maybe her step mother ordered something and forgot to mention it, she is not great with reminding.
Carol finally climbs out of bed when the bell comes again, feet slipping into soft purple slippers She glances at herself in the mirror, the baby blue and green jumpsuit is lazy and comfortable but cute and a few finger brushes through her hair has her feeling primped enough to be seen.
She is half way down the stairs when she sees a vaguely familiar blonde pony through the windows that line the door, steps rushing faster. She pulls the door open to see Chrissy’s retreating form, wearing a teal tracksuit clearly meant for the gym if the duffel back she has over her shoulder is any indication. To perfect and put together to be coming from there.
Chrissy whirls around blue eyes wide, having given up on anyone being home. A hesitant smile splits her pretty pink mouth and she offers a wave. “Hey.”
Carol leans against the door frame, eyes tracking the length of Chrissy’s body wondering what she has on under the matching jacket and pants. “I was beginning to think you were never going to come by.” Carol had invited her to stop by anytime that night at prom. It has been a while, long enough for her to have given up hope that Chrissy might be interested. Just because Chrissy got caught up in the moment when Carol kissed her goodnight does not mean there is anything there. Carol has that hope fluttering now though, maybe it had not just been a one time thing.
Chrissy drops her eyes to the ground, hand coming up rubbing behind her ear before curling a lock of hair around her fingers. “Yeah, I wanted to but my schedule got really full and I wasn’t sure if I should come by later in the evening and I just…” Chrissy trails off, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth for a long moment, coming out pinker when she finally releases it before she offers up a big hopeful smile. “I’m here now.”
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alright they added 101 songs to wrapped this year everyone tell me that lucky 101 that squeezed its way in
“Charles!”
Charles feels the magic lock onto him, searing into his skin, into his incorporeal form. It doesn’t burn like fire, no it burns like ice and that makes it all so much fucking worse.
Charles grabs a hold of the slightly glowing magic, the leash, and yanks it as hard as he can.
It refuses to yield.
The collar digs hard into his neck, pressure and pain and the not-quite there feeling of fabric that Charles encounters every time he touches clothing of any kind.
The witch who cursed him is running, full sprint, hand out, reaching for the glowing tail of the leash attached to the collar around Charles throat-
Edwin is there first.
Grabbing a hold of the glowing leash, already speaking a language Charles doesn’t know. Magic then, a counterspell?
The leash doesn’t disappear, however, not like Charles thought it would with Edwin here helping him.
The witch sneers, jerking back, backtracking, and spits “Of course you’d want to control him”
Before Charles can figure out what that cryptic shit meant, Edwin bites back “Better than letting you decide his actions!”
Charles gets a very, very bad feeling what this collar spell might do.
It’s only confirmed, of course, when Edwin yanks lightly on the glowing leash and tells Charles “I need you to run, love.”
Without input from his brain, without input from anything but Edwin’s soft words, Charles begins to sprint away from the scene, to where they had stashed the mirror just outside the park they were fighting in, running right to the safe place of their office. Edwin as always right beside him.
Come on, babe. You aren’t romantic at all. How do I be romantic? Like this. And… this. And…
WE ARE | EP11
does he have to be soo adorable and squishy 😭
as if anything could go wrong on christmas eve
So was anyone going to tell me about these parallels or was I just supposed to fIND OUT ALL ON MY OWN?????