#c: liquid snake

[futurespacess]

mencnfire asked:

( to liquid from kaz ) - "you've not changed a bit-" miller is older now, wiser. his anger subsided though rage would remain in the phantom pain he'd forever carry. he doesn't hold any resentment toward the blonde, hardly knows him in fact. but he's been informed of his allegiances, he knows that he works alongside ocelot now as kazuhira had once done the same. "look the same as you did as a kid." a shrug of his shoulders ( one arm, now prosthetic ). "still got the same sorta attitude?"

Liquid had been tailing this one for some time, and eventually found the location of his current residence. Originally, the plan had been for Ocelot to use his methods, and quietly take out the other, but the blonde had other ideas. He folded his arms across his bare chest, as the coat on him hardly covered that area, due to either just a style choice of his, or how incredible his physique was. The questions lingered in his head for a few seconds, before he decided to answer.

  “Miller! Why, of course I do!” He sounded so chipper, so glad, but there was that tinge of sarcasm in his tone. Liquid Snake was seething with his own sort of anger, but it had everything to do with the world as a whole, not just for this man. “Are you having fun on your little ‘vacation’?” The past he was trying to ignore and forget, but recalled their time together enough. All to quickly wipe it away, and focus on the present between them. “You’re looking quite good for your age, I must say.”

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[futurespacess]

Liquid, no-- No, he was Eli, in this moment -- stood there so proudly, so arrogantly, in the face of someone with real strength. Real power. He was confident enough, cocky enough, to take on this sort of challenge. It was reckless, certainly, but he cared not for his own safety. Never has. The moniker of 'Liquid Snake', or even 'White Mamba' both pale in comparison to the name that was truly his, and one only a handful knew.

Eli felt the beginning of that energy make it's way into his skull, like an avalanche coming over the hill, coating his mind with it's frigid grip. His stance wavered only slightly, a hand raising up to press against the side of his head, fingers against his temple, and he stared the other down.

The strain this was already starting to take was immediately noticeable, and he was so intoxicated by the feeling this was bringing forth in him; a small bout of helplessness in knowing he had no real control. Still, he would try his hardest to resist the temptation to give up, and locked his gaze with the other man. Defiant to the end.

"Is this all you can do?"

@boogomol

@futurespacess / continuing from here

Those cold blue eyes locked with the other at the mention of respect, and he felt himself bubble up with a laugh. “That is easier said, than done, my friend… Not everyone can gain the respect of others, except through shows of grand feats, I imagine.” It was all he knew, battle and more battle. So, of course his view on ‘respect’ was so twisted up. “The things of fairy tales…” Though, for himself and his own form of respect, he had so much of that for this individual, who was casually floating a bottle of alcohol. It was at the next suggestion that he momentarily forced his gaze away, as if distracted by something in the corner of his eye. He hadn’t really ordered the other to do something in a long while, leaving him to his own devices, not since they were children. So, to be given this chance again, after all this time, he folded his arms across his chest to think it over. “… Are you sure?…” It wasn’t the question on if it would relieve his pressure, that he was certain of. No, this was on if the other man was truly fine with him being able to flex his power in a way. Not that he was afraid of getting hurt, far from it, but didn’t want to ever pressure the man into doing something. He wouldn’t be asking, if he wasn’t… The thought came to him, and he sighed. “Very well… - Alright!” A hand moved to rest on his hip as he turned to him, again, and looked so serious. He could only think of one way, at the moment, to get his mind off of everything. “… Hurt me, then.” Again, all he knew was to fight, and keep on fighting. It just made sense to go at this with full-on attack, as he didn’t see any other option, or at least could not think of it. “Go on. I can take it…” He oozed with that confidence, and a dashing smirk.

The bottle abruptly falls out of the air, shattering against the floor. What a stranger request to make of him, almost laughable his psychics attacks are nothing to take so lightly as a game, but if the boss really wanted to play, well, he wasn't one to go against a direct order, not when it comes from him, for Eli he would do anything.

❝ We shall see about that ❞

He playfully retorts, without so much as looking up from where he had made himself comfortable. This was challenge now, a prime opportunity to demonstrate how skilled he had become, sometimes it felt as though his boss took his abilities for granted.

Though for a moment, nothing happens, the air hangs still in an eerie silence, but soon enough the other will begin to feel a tugging at the back of his mind, an inexplicable nagging feeling that rapidly develops into a screeching headache as the psychic forces his way into the other's mine.

[brujahinaskirt]

"memes that would kill arthur morgan. egirls that would kill arthur morgan. songs that would kill arthur morgan." arthur morgan drinks swamp water and eats snake & skunkmeat stew that has been sitting out in 1899 satan's ass crack humidity for 2 days. arthur morgan has to breathe in criminal musk and cowboy gland secretions 24/7 in the zero a/c southern sun while drinking sugarless coffee blacker than hot melt asphalt. you cannot kill arthur morgan in a way that matters. one sip of liquid from arthur morgan's nasty little travel cup would kill you instantly

[borbygorlinbbqworld]

imagine your partner has an oral fixation so they latch onto your boobs whenever it is possible... one day when they're sucking on it, they get a sudden call from someone so they stop. suddenly your boobs feel heavy and you feel something trickling and voila! it's milk!

Per usual, your boyfriend was suckling on your huge breasts in bed.

It was your nighttime routine, one that had started shortly after you were dating. He had been pretty upfront with his preferences; his oral fixation and his complete obsession with big breasts hadn't bothered you one bit. Any opportunity that man could have your tits in his mouth and suck, he would.

For your part, it was quite enjoyable. Not only was the feeling arousing, but it also felt nice to feel like you were nurturing someone, to provide them comfort. You hadn't overly decided if you wanted kids until this man suckled your teats at every chance he could get. Especially when he was stressed, you knew pulling your breast out for him perked him up, and he would nuzzle against your chest and suck on your nipple until he felt better.

The changes to your boobs were also a surprising addition, though. When it had started, admittedly, you already had extremely large breasts. But after your boyfriend's comfort had become a habit, your tits didn't stand a chance in hell fitting into that 36G anymore. Last you measured, you would have been up to an M cup, but with how frequently he needed to suck on your breasts, buying another bra seemed silly when they just would not stop growing. Your shirt was an obstacle enough when he was getting into it.

Besides, recently, you had swollen beyond that M cup measurement anyway. Your breasts were massive expanses, with super sensitive nipples that perked up at the slightest breath against them. Hell, even the thought of him wanting them in his mouth got them to stiffen and make your breasts feel tight. Their weight had suddenly increased too, making walking or sitting up a labourous affair; then again, your boyfriend was often hypnotized when you'd move. Your massive mammaries would sway, your always-hard nipples poking this way and that through see-through shirts you always found yourself spiling out of.

As soon as you walked through the door, your nipples hardened as you saw the expression on your boyfriend's face change. His pupils dilated, like he had taken some sort of happy pill, though realistically you knew it was the mere sight of your breasts that did it for him. The poor guy literally had to wipe drool from his mouth; lately, the action had made your breasts feel super right, almost like they were full.

With a smirk, you walked across the room past him to the kitchen to drop off the groceries.

"Fuck... I can't believe how big they've gotten, babe." He came up behind you and cupped your nipples in his hands before hoisting your breasts up. You released an immediate sigh of relief; sometimes it was easy to forget how heavy they had gotten.

He bounced them up and down, sloshing your fat around, which only made your nipples harder.

"C-Can I...?"

It was honestly surprising it took him this long to ask. With a giggle, you pulled your tits out for him. He knelt down and suckled at your right breast as you continued to put groceries away.

His mouth sucked the entire areola hungrily as his tongue did a run against the nipple. He moaned at your breast, which only made them feel tighter and fuller than they already did. His saliva against your skin made you ache; it made you want nothing more than to fill him up with liquid warmth.

Snaking your hand through his hair, you pushed his face closer to your breast. He suckled deeper, getting a moan out of you. With a chuckle, he massaged your breast, his fingers working into blue veins you had noticed appeared last week.

But your ecstacy was short lived when his phone rang. With a growl, he pulled away and looked at it; the scowl on his face told you it was his boss, a call he simply couldn't ignore.

"I'll be back, okay babe? Keep them out." He clicked answer on his phone as he left the room. "Hey, what's up?"

Keep them out.

They were swollen from the sucking, and you doubted you'd be able to out them away any time soon anyway. Your glands felt sore, like they had no more room, or like they were... full.

You shifted uncomfortably as the feeling persisted; your boyfriend hadn't been gone that long, but the longer he left you, the more needy your breasts felt. You wanted nothing more than to be suckled on until you both fell asleep.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

What was that?

You had to take a step back to see two small puddles of white fluid on the counter. It looked and awful lot like--

"Milk?"

You turned to see your boyfriend, phone still at his ear, staring with his mouth agape. His eyes were transfixed to your apparently leaking mammaries. Throwing the phone over his shoulder, he nearly raced to your side. Drool dribbled down the corner of his mouth as he knelt down and grabbed your breasts in his hands.

The touch was gentle enough, but it must have played against a swollen gland, because a squirt of milk sprayed against his lips.

Though it was only a little, the express felt amazing, and you moaned in relief. You felt his hard cock rub against your leg.

"I'm gunna fucking drink you dry."

His hot breath against your breasts made you ache even more. You pulled his head close as he took your breast in his mouth and began suckling.

It was absolutely ecstacy. You filled him wkth milk, just as you knew he was going to fill you with his seed later.

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[atzloverr]

Hongjoong - NSFW alphabet

I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a while, school has started now so let’s just say it’s a lot. Hope you enjoy!!!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

If he hurt you in any way (bites, bruises, scratches etc with consent) he’ll hold you tenderly and kiss your forehead repeatedly, asking you if you’re okay. He’ll praise you for taking him so well, lightly petting your head.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your lips, or just your mouth in general (lol). When you lick your lips while focusing on something, or bite your lip while looking in his eyes, he can’t ignore the bulge forming in his pants.

He doesn’t only find your mouth sexy, he also adores it when you smile or laugh, your grin giving him butterflies in his stomach. He’ll smile widely if you pout slightly, finding your little kissy face adorable.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves the lewd thought of your pretty face covered in his cum, watching you lick your lips, tasting his liquids. He knows it’s a quite dirty fantasy, but he also can’t help but get hard at the thought of it.

If he can’t come all over you, he’ll gladly come all over himself instead , urging you to lick up his stomach, giving you a taste of his cum.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He sometimes touches himself without your knowledge, sneaking a hand under the table and slowly rubbing himself as the two of you have a conversation. He can’t help but grow desperate at times, hearing your beautiful voice, so he’ll try his best to keep a straight face as he slowly pleasures himself.

He’s actually very possessive over you. He doesn’t want to scare you off or make you uncomfortable, so he keeps his jealousy to himself most of the time. As much as he loves seeing you in revealing clothes, he can’t help but see everyone else’s eyes on you. He’ll snake a hand around your waist while scanning the room, making sure everyone knows who you belong to. (more about this on W)

As possessive as he is, there’s actually one person who he thinks deserves the pleasure of having you. Seonghwa. One time, he caught Seonghwa’s eyes staying on your form for a bit too long, as you walked past only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of short shorts. He would’ve gotten mad at anyone else, but he just couldn’t find himself getting angry with his dearest friend.

Ever since that day, Hongjoong had imagined a scenario of the three of you, indulging in your desires. He knew you would never cheat on him, but you definitely found Seonghwa attractive, that was for sure. He would silently touch himself to the thought of sharing you with Seonghwa, and as much as he would want it to become a reality, he could never admit it to any of you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Hongjoong’s pretty well experienced in bed, but he hasn’t had many long lasting relationships, before you that is. He had basically only had one night stands, or fuck buddies, so he’s not really used to the romantic aspect of it.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

I actually don’t think he has one. Hongjoong will be happy with any position with you, and as much as he enjoys the intimacy of missionary, he’ll gladly take you from behind, fucking into you at a fast pace.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s not very serious during the act, and he’ll let out airy laughs as he rams into you, giggling at your flustered state. He thinks sex should be something fun for the two of you, so he’ll be smiling the whole time.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Hongjoong is very busy, so I think he might not always find the time or energy to shave. If you don’t mind, he’ll keep his hair pretty long just for that reason. He’ll trim it occasionally, and if he’s not that busy, or if he just feels up to it, he might shave at times, liking the feel of having little to no hair down there.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s not very romantic per se, but he is intimate. He views sex as something fun, but also a way to express love and intimacy. The first time you did it together, he was really careful, and made sure you felt loved at all times, but in your established relationship, it’s very different from time to time. One night, he’ll think of it as fun playtime, but another night, it can be something very intimate and important to him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Hongjoong SCREAMS pillow humping. In bed, he’s on the dominant side, but when jerking off, he acts like a cute bunny in heat. He’ll quickly fuck into a pillow, whimpering and whining quietly. If you ever walk in on him, he’ll feel sooo embarrassed to be caught in such a moment, but you’ll just reassure him, telling him how cute you found it.

He jerks off pretty often I think, or at least more often than most people. He gets pretty desperate at times, and just feels the need to get himself off quickly. I think he does it at least once a day👀

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Cockwarming.

He loves it when you just sit on him, or when he spoons you from behind, keeping his hard cock inside of you as you fall asleep. He’s obsessed with the feeling of you pulsing around him. When you try to move he’ll firmly grip your hips, tutting and telling you to be patient.

Dacryphilia

He loves seeing you cry from all the intense sensations he gives you. Seeing your beautiful tears running down your cheek as he overstimulates you. He’ll gently kiss your tears away, petting your head lovingly.

He also just loves manhandling you, gripping your thighs roughly and putting you wherever he wants you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He loves doing it in the studio, propping you up on the desk and fingering you while leaving love bites all over your thighs, but nothing quite compares to doing it in the bedroom. He loves being able to shove your face in the pillows, or fuck you on the floor against the mirror, while having access to all the toys he owns.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He loves seeing you be passionate about one of your interests, babbling on about it with a smile on your face. He’s ashamed of how turned on he gets when you excitedly go on and on about one of your favorite subjects.

When you look at him with that lustful gaze, he’ll immediately get turned on. He loves it when you flirt with him, and gets even more turned on when you get flustered as he flirts back. He’ll keep looking in your eyes as you try to avert your gaze, reminding you who’s in charge.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I don’t think he’d be into anal (receiving). He just doesn’t enjoy the feeling that much honestly.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

I think it’s 50/50 for Hongjoong, but maybe he has a slight preference for receiving. He loves going down on you, and he’ll gladly be in between your legs for however long you need. But there’s something about when you go down on him, a feeling that he just can’t put into words. The second he feels your warm mouth around his cock, he can’t help but buck his hips into you. He might even grab your head, just to steady himself. He almost becomes slightly submissive when you work your tongue on him, moaning loudly and shaking with pleasure.

He’s very skillful with his mouth, and passionately uses his tongue and hands on you as if you’re his last meal. His tip is extremely sensitive, so if you really want to rile him up, you should focus on that.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Hongjoong’s really rough, and easily manhandles you and throws you around, despite his small height. He goes really rough, and usually fast. Even when he’s dominant, he’ll desperately thrust into you, drowning in the bliss of being inside of you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He loves quickies. Doing things quickly and efficiently works perfectly for him, and as much as he loves taking his sweet time and being able to savor the moment with you, he never says no to a quickie.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He likes experimenting, but also has clear boundaries and won’t cross them. He doesn’t fuck with public stuff, since he believes your cute sounds and reactions are for his eyes only, but he could do something risky. He doesn’t mind doing it in a public restroom, or in his studio where one of the members might walk in. If we should include the other members, I don’t think he feels very ashamed of showing PDA in front of them. He just makes sure they know not to try something with you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Hongjoong’s stamina is really high, and he’ll even want to do more than his body can handle, not being able to get enough of you. He’ll go for as many rounds as he sees fit, still going even as your body is becoming limp in exhaustion. He’ll want to do as many positions as possible, not feeling satisfied if he doesn’t get to feel you in as many ways as possible.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He owns a fair amount of toys, and mostly different types of restraints. He has silk bindings that he’ll tie you up with at times, but he might also pull out his rough rope, wanting your wrists to have bruises afterwards. He doesn’t use many toys on himself, and probably doesn’t want to either, but he’ll gladly try out different things on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He lives for teasing you, and just can’t get enough of your cute little reactions when he does so. He’ll make you spell out exactly what you need from him, or make you practically beg for him to give it to you. Sure, he loves the way you look and sound when you bask in pleasure, but nothing beats your desperate whines and the way you squirm around when he deprives you of your needs.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not very loud, and his sounds usually consist of airy moans, heavy breathing, small giggles and laughs. He’ll occasionally let out a whimper if he feels really good, like right when he comes or when he enters you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Hongjoong tries his best to hide his jealous and possessive nature, but sometimes, he just can’t ignore it.

“Hongjoong, what’s up? Is something the matter?” you asked, rubbing his arm slowly. You could tell something was off, he had that grumpy face ever since you arrived to the party you had just come home from. Hongjoong sighed, sneaking a hand up your bare thigh. “Did you see the way those men looked at you?” he asked, clearly annoyed.

You tilted your head. “No?” Hongjoong suddenly lifted you up from where you sat beside him, and placed you on his lap, facing him. “They were eyefucking you all night,” Hongjoong pouted. You smiled in confusion, cheeks slightly flushed at your current position. As you tried to move slightly, Hongjoong pressed you further into his lap.

“I need to make sure they know who you belong to,” he smirked. You felt his erection pressing against you through his jeans. You couldn’t help the squeak that you let out when you felt your boyfriend’s lips on your neck. You pressed down against his crotch slightly, and a small growl was heard from underneath you. You were in for a long night.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I think Hongjoong’s average down there (maybe even on the smaller side hihi) but he has more girth than length.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is higher than most people’s, and he often finds himself sexually frustrated, needing some sort of relief, hence the reason why he jerks off a lot.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep)

He can’t fall asleep until a while afterwards, still needing a while to cool off and get his mind in a peaceful state. Even after he’s done it with you, he still finds himself feeling horny, so he might need a while.

Hope y’all enjoyed thiisssss <3 please leave requests if you have any!! (which member next???)

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Starter for @futurespacess

It’s freezing on this god forsaken island, but at least she can camp out here if she’s smart enough. Nat only arrived a few months ago, hearing that this ‘nuclear’ facility was hidden well enough from the public, and affiliated with FOXHOUND. It was a prime place to stake out while she bided her time. Besides, so far they haven’t noticed some of the rations being whisked away, and the thermal goggles haven’t picked up on her body heat due to sneaking around outside. With such harsh elements, the parasites needed Nat to do her part of getting energy. The cold didn’t help much, and neither did the lack of sunlight.

She’s making another excursion outside of the base, the parasites have done their part by allowing Natsusia to be entirely invisible to the other soldiers on base. If she’s quiet enough at least. Nat was no fool, these soldiers were dangerous if her cover was blown. Her parasites spread from her skin to the bag of rations she delicately tossed inside, some crackers and water to keep her moving until another cargo ship makes a stop at the frozen island. Perhaps then it would be time to leave.

A few more steps are carefully placed as her boots make contact with the snow, Natsusia not daring to uncloak once the FOXHOUND sniper makes a sweep in the opposite direction from the tower. Once they’re occupied, the wind picks up and swirls the snow violently about and in taking this opportunity, Natsusia leaps effortlessly across the snow with the parasites being put to work.

Once in the thick pine forest on the outskirts of the base, Natsusia uncloaks and relaxes her body as she walks amongst the pine trees, snow occasionally falling from the branches and landing on the ground with a thud. Perhaps it was becoming too risky, as Natsusia pitches her white tent and kicking snow onto it. Better to blend it in now, she was getting too bold. Hopefully, Nat was not pursued. If anyone’s pursued her, the base wasn’t blaring it’s alarms. But it’s not like there was any feasible escape from the island.

Figuring out that they had an intruder took some time, but when the inevitable numbers came in that some of their stock had either been stolen by their men, or someone else, each and everyone had been grilled. The threat of being under Ocelot’s ‘treatments’ was used, and all still agreed that it wasn’t them. So, Liquid had gone off to find this person himself. He was used to tracking individuals for missions, many he had undertaken over the years, and many more were specifically spent on learning all forms of combat.

  “Ah... So, you must be our little thief, hm?” He spoke over the gust of wind that picked up through the trees, his large coat billowing from it. This had taken some time out of his day, but he would soon be rewarded for his efforts. A prize like this was worth it, and he could only guess this must be someone from an enemy country... or perhaps even the biggest pain in his ass, America herself! “Now, you will come with me... I’d prefer it if you picked the option to fight me, first, but... it may be easier on yourself if you do not resist, I suppose.”

Confident as always in his skills, Liquid smirked, moving to lean against the tree with his arms folded over his heavy coat. “I must say you were pretty difficult to find... Using the snow as cover worked well, until it didn’t. And it looks like from here, I caught you right in the act of trying to use said cover, again. Such unfortunate timing...”

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[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Poison

References (Forms, Actions & Examples of Poison; Route of Administration; Some Symptoms; What to do if a Poisoning Happens)

400 years back, Paracelsus stated that, “All substances are poisons; there is none which is not a poison.”

If the right dose is taken, it could become a remedy, otherwise poisonous.

Poison - a substance which when administered, inhaled or swallowed by living organism causes ill effects on the body. It is defined also as a medicine in a toxic dose. Toxic substance may be solid, liquid, gas or any environmental agent.

Forms of Poison

Physical form: Gaseous/volatile/vaporous forms of poisons act faster than liquid poisons as they are quickly absorbed. Similarly, liquid poisons act faster than solid poisons. Gaseous or volatile > liquid > solid. For solid poisons, powdered poisons act quickly than the lumps. For example, there are certain seeds that escape the gastrointestinal tract as they are solid, but when crushed, they can be fatal. For solids: powdered > lumps

Chemical form: Few substances like mercury or arsenic are not poisonous as they are insoluble and cannot be absorbed when they are in combination with other substances like mercuric chloride, arsenic oxide, etc. In other cases, the action is vice versa. For example, there are some substances that become inert in combination with silver nitrate and hydrochloric acid and are deadly and poisonous when present in pure forms.

Mechanical combination: The effect of poisons is significantly altered when they are combined with inert substances.

Action of Poisons

Local action: Direct action on the affected site of the body. Examples include irritation and inflammation in strong mineral acids and alkalis, congestion and inflammation by irritants, the effect on motor and sensory nerves, etc.

Remote action: Affects the person due to absorption of that poison into the system of that person. For example, alcohol is absorbed in the system and then it affects the person.

Local and remote actions: Some poisons can affect both local and remote organs. Thus, they not only affect the area with contact to the poison but also cause toxic effect after absorption into the system.

General action: The absorbed poison affects more than one system of the body, for example, mercury, arsenic, etc.

Route of Administration

The route of administration is the path through which a drug, toxin, or poison is taken or administered into the body of a person which is distinguished by the location where any drug is applied. It is mostly classified on the basis of its target:

Topical—has a local effect

Enteral—has a wide effect, i.e., affect the whole system

Parental—follows a systemic action

Poisons are given or taken so that death can occur at once by shock due to stoppage of body’s vital systems.

Route of administration plays a very important role in determination of death by poison as time in which death occurs are fastest in inhaled poisons, relatively slow in injected and lastly when ingested orally.

Some Symptoms

Sore throat

Trouble breathing

Drowsiness, irritability, or jumpiness

Nausea, vomiting, or stomach pain without fever

Lip or mouth burns or blisters

Unusual drooling

Strange odors on breath

Unusual stains on clothing

Seizures or unconsciousness

Examples

Poisons Based on Mode of Action

1. Corrosive poisons

Strong Acid - sulfuric acid, nitric acid, hydrochloric acid

Strong Base - sodium hydroxide, potassium hydroxide, ammoniumhydroxide

2. Irritant poisons

(a) Inorganic:

Metallic - lead, arsenic, mercury, antimony, copper, zinc

Non-metallic - chlorine, bromine, iodine

(b) Organic:

Vegetable - croton oil, castor oil

Animal - snake venom, scorpion venom, spider venom

(c) Mechanical: powder glass, diamond dust

3. Neurotic poisons

Cerebral - alcohol, opium, barbiturates, benzodiazepines

Spinal - strychnine

Peripheral - curare

4. Cardiac poisons

5. Asphyxiants - CO2, CO

Poisons Based on Medicolegal Classification

Homicidal poisons - aconite, abrus precatorius, strychnos nux vomica

Suicidal poisons - opium, barbiturate, organophosphorous, organochloro compounds

Accidental poisons - snake bite, CO, dhatura's seeds as it resembles capsicum seeds

Abortifacient poisons - quinine, calotropis

Stupefying agents - dhatura, chloral hydrate

Agents used to cause body injury - corrosive acids

Cattle poison - abrus precatorius, calotropis

Used for malingering - semicarpus anacardium

Poisons Based on Toxico-analytical Classification

1. Gaseous poisons: methanol, ethanol, benzene, toluene, acetone

2. Volatile substances: ethane, butane

3. Organic Non-volatile substances:

Drugs - opiates and synthetic narcotics, sedatives and hypnotics, stimulants, depressants

Pesticides - insecticides, fungicides, herbicides, rodenticides, nematocides

4. Metallic poisons: arsenic, lead, mercury, antimony, zinc, copper

5. Anion poisons: bromide, cyanide, fluoride, hypochlorite, nitrate, phosphate, sulfide, sulfate

Poisons Based on Physical State

1. Solid: lead, arsenic, mercury

2. Liquid:

Organic - ethanol, methanol, chloroform, acetone

Inorganic - liquid ammonia, liquid sulfur dioxide

3. Gaseous: carbon dioxide, carbon monoxide

Poisonous Fumes or Gases

In the home, poisonous fumes can be emitted from the following sources:

A car running in a closed garage

Leaky gas vents

Wood, coal, or kerosene stoves that are not working properly

Mixing bleach and ammonia together while cleaning, which makes chloramine gas

Strong fumes from other cleaners and solvents

Common Household Products

Oily hydrocarbon products are thin and slippery and can easily suffocate if the substances are drawn into the lungs when ingested. The products can cause chemical pneumonia by coating the inside of the lungs. Products that are required to have a safety lid include:

Baby oils

Sunscreens

Nail enamel dryers

Hair oils

Bath, body, and massage oils

Makeup removers

Some automotive chemicals (gasoline additives, fuel injection cleaners, and carburetor cleaners)

Cleaning solvents (wood oil cleaners, metal cleaners, spot removers, and adhesive removers)

Some water repellents containing mineral spirits used for decks, shoes, and sports equipment

General-use household oil

Gun-cleaning solvents containing kerosene

Oil products that are thicker and more "syrupy" are not as problematic, since they are not as easily inhaled into the lungs.

What to do if a poisoning happens

Swallowed poisons

Stay calm, act quickly, and follow these guidelines:

Get the poison away

If the substance is still in the mouth, make them spit it out or remove it with your fingers (keep this along with any other evidence of what was swallowed)

Do not make them vomit

Do not follow instructions on packaging regarding poisoning because these are often outdated. Instead, call Poison Help to get connected to a local poison center.

Take or send the poison container with you to help the healthcare provider find out what was swallowed.

Poisons on the skin

If someone spills a chemical on his or her body, remove his or her clothes and rinse the skin with lukewarm—not hot—water.

If the area shows signs of being burned, continue rinsing for at least 15 minutes, no matter how much they may protest.

Then call the poison control center for further advice.

Do not use ointments or grease.

Poison in the eye

Flush the eye by holding the eyelid open and pouring a steady stream of lukewarm—not hot—water into the inner corner of the eye.

If this is a child, you may need help from another adult to hold the child while you rinse the eye.

Continue flushing the eye for 15 minutes, and call the poison control center for further instructions.

Do not use an eyecup, eyedrops, or ointment unless the poison center tells you to do so.

Poisonous fumes or gases

If someone breathes in fumes or gases, get him or her into fresh air right away.

If they are breathing without a problem, call the poison center for further instructions.

If they are having difficulty breathing, call 911 or your local emergency service (EMS).

If they have stopped breathing, start CPR and do not stop until they breathe on their own or someone else can take over.

If you can, have someone call 911 right away.

If you are alone, perform CPR for 2 minutes and then call 911.

Be prepared for a poisoning emergency by posting the poison center telephone number by every telephone in your home.

Sources: 1 2 3 ⚜ Writing Notes & References

Writing Notes: Fictional Poisons

[lazyevaluationranch]

*pats askbox gently* there are more Thermoreceptors?

(I'm sorry ur dome was so hot; I hope its much cooler now!)

My bluff has been called! Hooray!!

I am not a neurologist, a biologist, or a scientist. If anyone with better credentials than "obsessed with emergent properties" contradicts me, listen to them instead.

Cell membranes include little portal proteins that open under certain circumstances based on the shape of the protein and let chemicals into and out of the cell. These portals are useful for all sorts of things: managing water and nutrients, sending messages to nearby cells, serving the whims of tiny intercellular cats. Science hasn't found the tiny intercellular cats yet, but we all know they're there; the existence of a door that can be opened necessarily implies an indecisive feline.

Some protein shapes open up if the temperature is within a certain range. This means that if a cell with that sort of protein in its membrane experiences a temperature in the right range, it will move some chemicals around. This is used to make nerve cells that send a message towards the brain whenever they experience a certain temperature.

Because evolution does all its best work the night before the deadline while on a Code Red Mountain Dew bender, the opened-by-temperature portal proteins are mostly copied from opened-by-a-specific-chemical portal proteins. All of them, in fact, still open for specific chemicals, which means there exist out in the world liquids you can put in a bottle that most animals will instead perceive as "a temperature between 8 and 26 degrees" So things can get a little weird.

Temperature-opening portal proteins:

TRPA1 Opens for temperatures below 12C (not air temperature, skin or body temperature, so you might be kind of in trouble when this happens). Used by hunting snakes to detect where heat isn't so they can find prey. Feels painful in an itchy sort of way.

This one also opens for allyl isothiocyanate. Many plants have evolved to take advantage of the existence of a chemical most animals perceive as itchy pain, especially horseradish and wasabi. Allyl isothiocyanate is harmful to plants, so they keep two separate components in tiny compartments. When an animal bites the plant, the compartments break open their contents mix to create allyl isothiocyanate.

"This plant tastes like itching" is a good defense against almost all animals, but some humans have taught themselves to appreciate the taste of itching.

TRPM8 Opens for temperatures between 8 and 26 degrees. Opens for menthol (peppermint, spearmint, wintergreen) and linalool (roses, orange blossoms, basil). Feels cool or cold.

"This plant tastes like cold" is a somewhat less effective defense against being eaten than "this plant tastes like itching" but it's a more widespread defense because TRPM8-activating chemicals don't harm plants and don't need elaborate two-part storage.

TRPV4 Opens for temperatures from 27-37 C. I'm not sure what this one feels like, or if even feels like anything, since it covers normal human body temperatures. Whatever feeling we get from this one, we're feeling it nearly all the time.

Plants do make a chemical that tastes like this temperature, and it can repel nonhuman creatures with different body temperatures: allicin, the flavour of garlic. Like allyl isothiocyante, it is stored in two compartments inside the plant, and combined when the plant is bitten.

Maybe this is why vampires abhor garlic. There is a feeling that, as humans, we always have. Something we don't notice, something deeper than touch. That feel disappears forever when you become a vampire, except those unbearable moments when garlic returns to you for a fleeting moment the experience of lost humanity.

TRPV3 Opens for temperatures 33-39 degrees. Opens for eugenol, found in cinnamon, nutmeg, bay leaf, holy basil, ginger, allspice, and cloves. Feels like warmth.

Plants with high quantities of eugenol, like holy basil and Japanese star anise, are sometimes sacred to buddhists because they smell nice and bugs don't like to eat them, so you can burn them as incense without worrying about all the little crawly guys.

Humans apparently think food that tastes like "warm" is comforting.

TRPV1 Opens for temperatures over 43 degrees. (The one I was experiencing in the overheated dome, which I had never felt from air before) Opens for capsaicin, the active chemical in hot peppers. Opens for the combination of temperature and acidity of fevers and infected wounds. This one we feel as pain, as burning, as flame.

TRPV1 says: Your flesh is failing, and your doom is very near.

Humanity says: This is incredible. We are going to breed plants that cause this sensation as much as possible, and we will spend thousands of years getting it right. We are going to dry this and powder this and flake it and grill it and ferment it and eat it with everything.

And when we leave earth and go into space, we take hot peppers with us. Without gravity, fluid builds up in nasal passages, and astronauts sort of have colds the entire time they're in space and can't smell food very well. But the Nearness Of Your Doom is not a smell and is not perceived by the nose, so - with their doom always on the other side of ten centimeters of insulated aluminum - astronauts can taste hot peppers. In 2002, Peggy Whitson, commander of the ISS, jokingly refused to let a replacement crew on board until they handed over the hot sauce.

We are a strange and wonderful species.

[kisses4kaia]

dom charlie walker fucking you infront of a mirror😍

this is canon, actually ! (charlies kinda toxic here but we all love the toxic ones, don't we?)

mirror, mirror🪞- c, walker ,,

"look at you, such a slut for this cock, aren't you?" charlie had you bent over the bathroom sink, fucking you so good from behind, leaving you to stare into your own eyes.

you would've felt embarrassed, humiliated, even, if it didn't feel as ecstatic as it did.

he mocked you, too. "mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the biggest whore for my dick of all, hm?" he'd as rhetorically before he'd pull your hair so your back was flush against his toned chest as he fucked up into you.

this new position had your back arched pornographically, and his tip was hitting so much deeper.

it didn't take long for you to cum after charlie snaked his other hand around your abdomen and onto your clit, drawing fast circles.

"go on, cum all over that cock you love so much," you were moaning so loud, you were sure the whole city knew his name. two more rough thrusts and the coil in your stomach unraveled.

you felt hot, everywhere, you felt him, everywhere. his own thrusts got sloppier as his groans got more guttural as he was pushed closer to release.

"gonna let me cum inside this pretty pussy, huh?" he asked you, genuinely. "please," you whimpered as you tried to cum down from your high. "fucking slut," he muttered under his breath.

he came inside your womb not 10 seconds later.

charlie watched as his cum and yours mixed and dripped down your bare thighs.

and he couldn't have that, so he got on his knees and pushed his fingers into your raw hole, forcing all the liquid to stay in you.

[toruro]

shower sex w chan i feel like he'd love that

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✘ genres. smut (18+ / mdni), fluff / humor ✘ pairing. l. chan x reader

oh my god yes chan would absolutely love sex in the shower just because he finds it so intimate and domestic. he loves you and your naked body so much, and seeing it under the running water will literally just drive him insane and something as intimate as washing each other off would turn him on so fucking fast.

now i firmly believe that chan is an ass man through and through but that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy boobs—especially soapy ones. he'd be rubbing soap over your body and obviously his long, rough fingers brush over your tits and as you lean into his touch under the hot water, you start to notice how he's paying extra attention to this part.

"mm, channie i thought this was just a shower," you murmur, looking over at the way he gazes lustfully at your tits lathered in bubbles.

chan huffs, shamelessly continuing to stare down at you. "yeah, yeah, you know that was a lie," he replies, eyes flickering up at yours. "you knew what you were getting yourself into," he continues, finally harshly grabbing one of your breasts and tweaking the nipple between his fingers, causing you to gasp.

"hmm, maybe," you manage to reply as he snakes a hand down your slippery thighs to play with your clit roughly. "should've known you're literally a horn-dog."

chan scoffs, leaning back so he can look at you properly, not halting his ministrations. "don't act like you didn't want this too."

"that's irrelevant," you mutter, before letting out an audible moan when his fingers graze that spot that has you weak in the knees. "c-careful," you grunt, "i'm not trying to fall down in the shower."

chan grips your waist tightly and presses you against the glass door of the shower. "relax babe, i got you," and the way he says it so smoothly has any of your doubts withering away.

"o-okay," you mumble bashfully as he slips his fingers out and turns you around so your face and chest are pressed up against the door, smearing clear spots into the condensation on the glass. you can feel chan's thick tip prod at your entrance, and you sigh at the realization that maybe you are a bit more needy than you initially thought.

"fuck, you're so wet," chan groans as he slides between your folds.

"yeah babe, it's almost as if we're in the shower," you shoot back, but your chuckle is cut short when he sinks into in one go. it feels like the air is being punched out of you, and you arch your back so your hips are further pushing into chan's pelvis.

he bottoms out inside of you within seconds and tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the burn, the stretch, from the fucking fullness. chan stills his hips, rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs into your back as you take deep breaths and adjust to the stretch.

it takes a few moments of not moving, and suddenly you feel a cool liquid on your back.

"a-are you putting soap on my ass?" you half-shriek, looking back with your hands on the glass to steady yourself, only to be met with the sight of chan holding a bottle of soap above you. he just smiles bashfully down at you, but you can tell he feels no shame.

"sorry babe, butt and bubbles just go together."

"is my butt not a bubble?"

"you're not making any sense."

"says the person putting soap on my ass."

"it's hot! 'm sorry! but there's nothing i can do about it!" he exclaims.

"fine, but you better not get soap in my pussy."

chan smirks, leaning down to press a kiss on your shoulder as he throws the soap bottle to the side. "the only thing that's going in your pussy today," he murmurs, pulling his cock out 'til the tip so fast it has you dizzy, "is my cum, babe." he slams back into you, and that's when you are reminded exactly why you agreed to showering with chan in the first place.

a/n: please let me know what you think <3 hope u have a great day, and pls leave likes/comments and reblog!

[xiihyunn]

Tara Carpenter NSFW Alphabet Headcanons

a/n: ik i said i was gonna post a drabble, but headcanons works too right? posting the rest of the letters if this blows up 🤷‍♀️

> masterlist → | a-g here | h-p here! | q-v here | w-z here |

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Tara cuddles up with you after having sex, she makes sure that you feel loved and cherished by her after having an intimate time together.

She doesn’t like it when you’re left alone after being so physically vulnerable for her, and she wants to be close to you as much as possible like both of you are already.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

She takes pride in her hips, mainly because of how low effort it is to roll them against your pussy, or how easy it was for her to grind her strap into you even at a fast pace.

Tara absolutely loves your tits, the way she just gets super turned on by the sight of them, clothed or not, it just makes her feel something inside.

Was it the thought of your jugulars bouncing when she fucks you? Or was it the thought of your nipples standing just because she makes you feel so horny? We never really know.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Tara likes to play with your cum.

When she feels you wet beneath her, she snakes her fingers to your slit and moves them around almost like she was collecting them in her palm.

She even makes you suck on her juicy fingers after fingering you non-stop, the white, wet, and hot liquid just glistening under the dim light of her room was all over her hands, and she wants you to clean them dry with your mouth.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Tara at some point stole your favorite panties.

Once, you asked her to help you find them not knowing 2 pairs were inside of her pockets. Tara 'helps' you, and then ends up telling you to just buy another pair (for her to steal too).

She also masturbates to the panties she stole from you.

You found one under your bed sheets later on, and you wondered why some spots were hard, and there was some white stuff stinking at it too.

Being oblivious like you are, you shrugged it off and threw it on the laundry to get cleaned.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Tara is most definitely a natural at this. The reason is because before she used to have a porn addiction, so she knows what to do, and how it’s supposed to be done. And yes, she does know what she's doing all the time, she takes notes of what makes you feel pleasure, how you liked your sex, what makes you weak on the knees, and what makes you submit to her.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary style. She loves to see your face churn up in pleasure, how you desperately try to grab onto her bedsheets, or how you try to keep your voice down, and of course the melons rocking back and forth along with her movements.

G = Goofy (are they more serious at the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Tara's the type to fuck you while having a casual conversation with each other, but this only happens if the sex is vanilla. With rough and kinky sex, she's serious about railing you until you pass out on her bed with cum covering both of your bodies.

a/n: you want more? beg for it.

[futurespacess]

OPEN RP | Muse: Liquid Snake

  “Oh, this would happen!...”

Frustrated, he found himself aggressively pacing the room, and could not believe that so many of his plans were heading in a downward spiral to another failure. He could not stand to be inferior-feeling to anyone, and how much it weighed heavy on his mind. What ego he had, which was huge, always shattered at the slightest inconvenience, and he was always in need to reign in his temper.

[blairtrabbit]

"Need, z-ziraphale..."

The demon pleaded, his voice a barely there hiss. Death embraced Crowley with care, cupping his head with skeletal fingers, handling the ancient creature, a being older than time, like a newborn made of expensive porcelain.

"Oh, Crowley."

The concept of mortality sighed. The sigh was cold as wind through dead cornstalks and felt like hopelessness.

"I'm afraid you're dying."

In Heaven, a book was opened.A delicate, dignified hand began to apply golden liquid eraser to a slightly burnt capital "C".

"I had thought I would still be quite mad at you, given your part in canceling the End Times. Alas, I'm not the best at holding a grudge and it's impossible to stay angry with a being so single-minded. To be angry at you for your actions in the apocalypse would be like raging at a Snake traveling on its belly. Fighting to remain on Earth is simply in your nature. Perhaps She always planned it that way."

An "r" and "o" disappeared under a deliberate coat of shining magic eraser; Crowley's vision was going. Death held his boneless weight effortlessly.

"I feel no sadness in doing my job Crowley. I have my own nature to deal with."

Crowley had a passing fancy that he should speak, but the drive quickly disappeared along with the a "w" and "l" in the book of Life. The light in the Demon's eyes was flickering, guttering in and out with jack-o-lantern intensity.

"It's interesting. So, interesting... you're the first Demon I've ever collected with a hint of Her light still inside you. It's broken, but not beyond recognition."

Crowley didn't want to look at Death's smooth, grimacing skull anymore. He let his eyes close. He wished Aziraphale here.

The letter "e" vanished under an oversized blob of 24 karat liquid paper.

"I suppose you can't shatter the grace of someone who has such a big heart."

Death said with notable finality. He pressed a lipless kiss to the Demon's forehead, whispering some last, dusty secret into Crowley's ear.

The "y' was gone and with it Crowley's name from the book of life. Crowley slept like the unborn, tucked tightly in void, thoughtless in the folds of Deaths cloak.

@owlygem for vous

[cshfvck]

𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 - 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 "𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧" 𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ♥

Genre: fluff, smut

a/n: fluff! with a side of smut... i hope you enjoy!

c/w: nsfw

Male reader!

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾ 　☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

"Touch me, please."

...

"Si... I need you so bad-"

Your body fell hazy with the uneven rhythm, skin on skin echoing throughout Simon's room, your eyes watering with pleasure and over stimulation. Simon's thrusts were soft yet brutal, the hardness of his thrusts making your hips buck and twitch with every move. Brown eyes met teary e/c eyes, Simon's face softened as he kissed you, mask long gone as he kissed you deeply, his tongue swirling inside of your mouth, eating up every sound you made. He grunted into the kiss as you squeezed around him, your fingernails digging into his shoulders as you cried out, Simon hitting all of your sweet spots at once. He cooed you and ran his hands over your bare back, down your sides, and to your inner thighs, running his hands back up to your waist and rubbing soothing circles into you as he watched himself thrust in and out of you.

Almost seeming proud of how much you were whining under his touch. Your back arched and you whined as he hit your sweet spots over and over again, he hushed you and pressed his stomach and chest against your back, holding your face and making you look at him. He smirked at your face and kissed your nose ever so softly before moving to your ear and whispering.

"I love you, all of you. You're so handsome... all for me as well.. your so good for me..."

Calloused hands turned soft as another hand took yours. your legs were tied, now they were free. I like the thought of freedom, how it falls off my tongue like your sp-

"hey, hey, are you.. Hmph- okay? Your a bit quiet... ah..- love..""

Your body lay still as you looked up at Simon, with tears in your eyes you nodded and shuddered. Your hands were gripping onto Simon as you kissed his nose.

"I'm just.. So lucky- so lucky to have you Si..."

His lips met yours first. Greedy, wanting. Bodies entangled within each other, the secrets that flow in each sacred body. The glass used to be broken, smashed, nothing could ever fix it, now the glass was full, overflowing with liquid. Hoarse cries, broken pleads, Simon held onto you as you shivered. Coming undone so easily. You used to write to forget about everything bad, you don't think you'll be writing tonight. whiskey was spilt on the bed as was the floor. I love how the rich liquid flows out of the tip.

Collapsing in the bed, Simon put you in his arms and smiled as he spoke quietly.

"I'm so proud of you."

Tears fell from your cheeks, the blanket wrapped around you that you thought were thorns was now an actual blanket. You shook your head as you cried, hands covering your face. Another pair of hands snaking their way around your waist, rubbing soothing circles into your hips.

"I really am, believe me. Get some rest now love... I'll be here when you wake up"

Bruises formed into hickeys. Eyes fell shut, tear stained cheeks shone in the moonlight. You will always love him too the moon and back. Always.

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾ 　☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

I finally wrote happy stuff... not for long though

hope you enjoyed this! xxxxx

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾ 　☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

[yoonzinuhh]

run to you

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𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : seungcheol x reader,mingyu x reader (not a poly)

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 : office au. boss x worker,co workers,fluff,smut,lil drama.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : contains smut (minors dni)

𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 : this is purely fiction. i have no intentions in sexualising any artist,these just for entertainment purposes. let me know if you want to be added in the tag list (for the series/permanent tag)

series list , episode 1 , episode 2 , episode 3

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episode 4

things with seungcheol was pretty much simple. you stay late for work and end up fucking or you want to fuck so make excuses with work. which leads to him dropping you home almost everyday either you have sex or not. and with mingyu being busy on business trip it was easier. but you’d be lying if you say you don’t miss him. he’s your closest friend after all.

just like any other day you end up with a hot makeout session with cheol infront of your house in his car,probably ending with him eating you out and praising about how good you taste. and whats little unlikely was-

“do you want to come over” you say breathlessly which has now lead to him thrusting you from behind,his fat cock hitting your spot with every bang,one hand gripping you by your shoulder and the other on your waist as he forced you to look at the mirror.

“seungcheol r-right there yes YES YES t-there” you moan out and he just goes faster. pulling you closer,his breath hitting the back of your neck he pounds faster.

“y/n im close” he gives out a warning and slowly snaking the hand that was against your waist little lower and circling your clit. you feel your knees going weak,your rest yourself onto his chest,gripping his arm little too hard. you both reach you high,moaning each other’s name,running out of breath.

he slowly brings you down as he rests his back onto the bed’s leg making you sit between his legs,stroking and kissing your hair gently. once he sees you relax he kneads the sides of your thighs.

“can you give me one more darling? if you’re good?” you were tired from all the stand fucking but you know he’s going to make you feel so good. so good that you keep asking for more. every single time. so you just nod.

“good..i’m going to make you feel so good.” gripping your jaw and making you look at your reflection. “eyes on mirror pretty..hm?”

your reflection..well,you look pathetic. your eyes are teary from pleasure,nipples hard,drool around your face dripping through your jaw,his and your cum oozing out of your hole. you look pathetic. but to him that was the prettiest view ever. he made you feel so good. he’s proud.

opening your legs wide he slipped his fingers onto your core covered with hot slickness. massaging your lips he slowly drew his fingers through your folds. breath hitching you clench around nothing closing your eyes tight at the sensation. removing contact you whimper.

“i said eyes on mirror”

and you obey. his other hand makes its way to your boobs kneading the flesh making you feel more,and more. you feel another orgasm approaching due to his phase. bucking and squirming against his back trying to close,he gripped your legs more harder holding them apart.

waves crashing,white fuzz all over your head,your toes curling you feel it burst and he doesn’t stop.

“c-cheol oh my god c-cheol s-stop CHEOL” and before you could even process you feel your liquids splash out and your thighs trembling as you shake hard against his chest,your body raising up in the air. you see a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and see seungcheol’s eyes widen a bit soon turns into a smile.

feeling you drive out you hide your face onto his neck crook closing your eyes.

“that was so embarrassing i’m s-“

“y/n oh my god..that was so..so hot..we should do this more often” he winks giving your forehead a peck. after you were steady enough he took you up to the washroom for a small bath.

making sure you were all relaxed and cleaned he packed his things down.

“i guess i’ll leave then..”

and thats how it ends,the next day in office where you pretend nothing happened. like every other day.

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“he’s going to die in my hands” you mumble to yourself looking at your phone.

15 messages,4 missed calls,you were standing infront of sick mingyu’s house.

sighing you almost walk away when he opens the door at your last ring.

“y/n?” he said with a yawn. you were mad but he looked little too cute with that yawn and little too sick to be flicked on his head.

entering his house like it’s your own you put down the food and medicines you bought for him. turning back at him who looked like a confused puppy you raise your brows.

“do you have no habit of even looking through you phone ? or atleast inform someone how you’re doing when that someone calls you every hour to check on you ?” you basically rap while having your hands on his forehead to check his body temperature.

“worse. you still have fever” you sigh while glancing at his side table filled with all kinds of packed food,ramen and cans of soda.

“you’re fucking kidding. mingyu what’s wrong with you why do you- YOU ARE PUSHING 30” you storm in clearing his table while he’s just..standing.

“y/n..my mouth can’t taste anything..and..i made a mess in kitchen so my food is just..i just want to taste something okay” here. he makes that creasy face. somewhere between crying and annoyance. but god mingyu feels so grateful to have you as a friend. but he hates that too,that you’re just his friend.

“and that’s why i made you food and called you fifty thousand times but you just wouldn’t pick up” you say moving to his kitchen to throw the wastes.

“YOU’RE CRAZY DON’T EVEN GET INTO THIS KITCHEN AGAIN” you shout from inside and peak out to see him giggle while opening the food you made.

“okay mom”

“mingyu wait..have these first” you rush in to search through the bag to find his pills.

looking up you find him staring. he stares and stares. “y/n relax” he says as he walks onto you staring at you intensely. and for some reason you felt nervous. the way he looked at you,walked at you. something feels wrong.

you back off as he walks closer until you hit the table. he breaks the eye contact by glancing at your lips twice and going back to catch your eyes.

he wants to kiss you. he always wanted to. ever since you started bringing him food just so he doesn’t get sick. ever since you let him cry because of his family on your shoulder or ever since you held his hand tight during the roller coaster ride.

to be honest he felt bad. maybe he is mistaking your care for him. but he needs to do something before it’s too late.

“are you and mr.choi a thing..by any chance?”

a single no nod from you. thats all he wanted.

he gently places his lips onto yours,kissing you softly while his hands find the back of your head. he kissed you. mingyu kissed you. but you don’t.

hope you guys like this !! lmk to be tagged <33

tags : @shadowyjellyfishfest @thepoopdokyeomtouched @leah-rose03 @wonwootakemyheart @aaniag @fragmentof-indifference

[chimerahyperfix]

The spot of endless night-time in the sky mocks you. It chases it's way to the House through the sky like a snake approaching its prey. Because that's what the King is; a predator coming to feast on the weak. It's the sign of the end. The end you can't seem to stop. A big old "crab you" for even thinking of trying.

You try anyway. Try to climb the mountain with your bare hands. Push the boulder up the hill. You tackle the situation from all angles, but nothing works. You've worn yourself thin throwing yourself at the equation, and it's killing you. Literally.

It's stopped being as painful, which sends alarms ringing through your brain. Your nerves are frying. Dying. Being frozen in time has thawed to the sensation of pins and needles instead of being bone-chilling. Caustic liquids don't hurt to chug down as much. You can phase out of thinking when the King attacks you. You can simply turn your thoughts off and move through the day like a phantom. It concerns you and you just don't care at the same time.

Your blood sings and your voice rots and you go and go and go, pushing yourself thin until you are a walking corpse.

It's just you, though. One for many. You have you have you have you have to remember that. Remember that. Just you just one, saving everyone else. Just you. No one else will remember this.

No one else will remember this.

You sit in the big room with the big window and all the dot charts. You don't remember what it's called-- did you ever know? Who cares? It's not important right now. Sit on the floor and look out the window like a child looking over the ocean.

The King, you can see him now. His tall, dark shadow appearing over the horizon, lit by the moon. His armor shimmers like the stars he seems to love so much. [Because that's what they are, right? Is that the correct term? Stars? You're not sure. There's a torn page in your mind where it should be.]

Just seeing him drives you up a wall. Echoes of pain from how he's killed you run through your body, even though you know its imagined. Mashed to gore painted on the walls screaming howling make it stop make it stop. You don't care anymore. He can come, and he'll kill you. Or you'll kill him! Eventually! It has to happen!

Maybe he can feel your stare. It looks, to you, like he looks up just a little bit, to look in your direction. You, alone, sitting behind a giant window under a shaded masterpiece, clashing sky of sun and moon and all his stupid stars. [Stars feels like the right term, it feels nice in your mouth, but you're not sure. You don't know, if it's right or wrong or if you've just crabbing made something up to describe simple spots in the sky.]

You want to kill him. You want to make sure no one ever has to hear his stupid wails again, or fight his monsters, or be frozen in time or look at his stupid crabbing sky ever again. Make that armor of his a cradle, a grave, a casket or a cage, it doesn't matter, you're going to bury him in it. Trap him six feet under like time has trapped you, a squirming angry animal of a thing behind bars of a birdcage.

No one will find you here. That's fine. The other housemaidens have started to avoid you, because you've become an angry little thing overnight. You don’t bother Mirabelle and some loops you flat out avoid Euphrasie, because they shouldn't have to see you like this, clinging to what was you from over a hundred today's ago. You don't want to worry the two of them, overstep a boundary you can't remember or something, because you've done this all for them and the consequences of your capital-C Change can come later when the King is gone and you don't have to do today over.

For now, you will wait. This loop probably won't be the one because, realistically, when will it be? When will you win? Are you going to be trapped here forever, doomed to repeat the same day over and over in a cage made of craft and wishes and pure spite?

You just wanted to help. Look where that got you. Over and over, forever.