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biohazardwastedisposal · 7 months ago
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beebfreeb · 2 years ago
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I can be trusted with the transgender flag.
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uncanny-tranny · 11 months ago
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I've always found the argument against sharps containers being in accessible, public places (e.g. public restrooms) to be weird because... If people are going to use anyway (which, at some point, becomes necessary because withdraw can be, literally, deadly), I'd rather them being able to properly dispose of their equipment. Sharps can be vessels that contain disease regardless of if you use the sharp for medicine, drugs, or drawing blood. It's a matter of the safety of the person using the sharp and other people's safety if the sharps containers are in places where it is known that sharps are turning up.
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scientific-tricorder · 4 months ago
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[Image description: A series of six images. The first shows a screenshot from The Original Series in which a man is wearing a full body protective suit in a frosted over room. One of his gloves is off, and the bare hand is circled and has text that reads: 'Gloves OFF? in HAZARDOUS ZONE?'
The second is another screenshot from The Original Series, showing McCoy and Chapel next to a biobed for surgery in sickbay. McCoy's head is circled and labelled with 'leaving hair strand in your patients innards as a little post surgery gift'. The open door is labelled with 'The DOOR is OPEN?' Chapel's bare hand is circled with the text 'GLOVES?', and text on the bottom reads 'Sterile field Where?'
The third is a screenshot from Strange New Worlds, showing M'Benga pouring a red liquid from a bottle into an Erlenmeyer flask. Text reading 'UNLABELLED' is on the bottle, and arrows point to M'Benga's bare hand with the text 'GLOVES?' Underneath the flask, text reads 'who the hell pours chemicals straight from the bottle into an erlenmeyer flask please use a graduated cylinder or a pipette'.
The fourth is a screenshot from Strange New Worlds showing M'Benga leaning on the lab bench, with many open vials of colored liquid scattered on it. His bare hand is circled with text reading 'GLOVES?' and an arrow points to his uniform with the text 'LAB COAT?' A food container on the bench is circled with text reading 'NO FOOD OR DRINKS ON THE LAB BENCH'. Text near the bottom reads 'ALL THESE UNLABELLED OPEN TO THE AIR CHEMICALS?'
The next image is another screenshot, a panning from the previous one showing further down the lab bench. An Erlenmeyer flask with red fluid and a pipette in it is circled and labelled 'leaving your pipette IN the liquid?' A lab tube rack with open lab tubes containing various colored liquids is circled with text reading 'What the fuck dude'. Large text along the bottom reads 'UNLABELLED!'
The final image shows a picture of a black lab bench with various unlabelled spray bottles and bottles full of various colored liquids and an empty Erlenmeyer flask. Text near the bottom reads 'no comment'. /end description]
I love Star Trek with all my heart, but good god, whenever I see them do "Science" it makes me laugh so hard because PPE and Safety Protocols are literally nonexistent
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Not to mention WHERE is the fume hood......
And not a single Electronic balance to be seen
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princessnijireiki · 9 months ago
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I need you all to understand that this is also why medical history & development (worldwide!) is a horror show, because going "it's free real estate" and shoving bloody razor blades into the wall + terrifyingly massive amounts of recapping injuries predates DISPOSABLE sharps containers by A LOT.
I stipulate "disposable" because otherwise you've just added a middleman to the "biomedical waste & sharps being dumped in a wall and/or (via shipping by MAIL!) loosey goosey in a landfill" problem.
But commercial disposable sharps bins weren't patented or widely available on the US market until LITERALLY 1984. And that's in HOSPITALS.
This country is & remains a beacon of chaos, but things like, "the knife hole. in the wall, the hole for dirty bloody hairy knives" is a SYMPTOM behind which a bigger creature lurks (which can be summed up as "'progress' looking an awful lot like a runaway Roman candle, that is also full of knives & radiation & lead"), not a standalone phenomenon by itself, and EVERYTHING is a lot weirder than at first glance once you get behind the drywall.
I think an easy way to sum up american domestic architecture is that if you are remodeling and older bathroom you have to watch for razor blades in the walls
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biowastefl · 7 months ago
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How To Ensure Biowaste Removal in Winter Garden and Alafaya, FL?
Removing sharp, piercing objects is not easy as they pose a risk of injury and contamination. Health facilities and laboratories use such objects in huge quantities, and many items are ready to be disposed of regularly. Throwing them in the trash bag or adding them to the garbage is a strict no-no. Instead, it is essential to check the standards of the Occupational Safety And Health Administration (OSHA) and the FDA and comply with them perfectly. Sourcing special color-coded storage containers is also necessary to hold the discarded sharps. The sharps container disposal in Winter Garden and Alafaya, FL, is also an additional responsibility for the users. One can engage a reputed service provider to do the needful without violating the norms ​ Apart from needles and scissors, the following used for diagnostic or treatment procedures are also regarded as sharps and must go in the sharps container:
· Empty or broken ampoules · Broken, rigid plastic · Trocars · Butterflies · Suture needles · Broken glass · Culture slides and dishes
Sharps Disposal Containers
It is most important to source the right disposal container for storing discarded sharps that have been used before and are capable of piercing or lacerating the skin. FDA and OSHA advise using red bags or containers that must be labeled clearly.
Such containers are created out of rigid plastic with a line indicating the items' limit. The container will be considered full when the assorted items inside reach the line. The full containers need to be removed from the home, school, lab, or healthcare facility at the earliest
The FDA also approves the usage of other containers when the designated containers are in short supply. The alternative containers must meet the following criteria:
· Must be made of heavy-duty plastic · Must have a tight-fitting, puncture-resistant lid that does not allow sharps to be visible · Must remain upright and stable during use · Must be leak-resistant · Must be appropriately labeled to warn uninformed people Emptying the Sharps Container
The containers must be emptied when they are three-fourths full. The line marking the capacity is present in specified containers. The alternative containers must be emptied before it is filled to the brim. It is vital to have skilled and knowledgeable individuals handle this task. Such individuals should be well-versed in OSHA guidelines as well as state regulations. Proper placement of the sharps container inside the facility and the vehicle must be done as regulated, too. Moreover, they must follow the sharps container removal and disposal procedures guidelines.
Thus, facilities, organizations, and institutions must contact a licensed company for proper disposal of sharps containers as and when needed.
The facilities must also ensure a fool-proof process of biowaste removal in Winter Garden and Alafaya, FL, by using affordable services of a company that will ensure compliance with the safety standards.
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biohazardwastedisposal · 8 months ago
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Save yourself from sharps.
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flock-of-cassowaries · 11 months ago
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My ex would deride me for eating a pop tart, but inject himself with a substance he bought on the internet that had only ever been tested on rats and which, he conceded, might increase the risk of cancer.
But I was being unforgivably irresponsible. For eating a fucking pop tart.
The fact that I convinced myself this man was an exemplar of rare intellectual genius is a fucking testament to my ability to suspend disbelief.
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uncanny-tranny · 2 years ago
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To trans people who are taking injectable hormones and don't have an actual sharps container:
Save your laundry detergent bottles, or any container that is thick. Label it clearly with something like "SHARPS CONTAINER" on all sides, and use that as your container. You want something that won't be penetrable by a sharp, especially considering that your sharps are a biohazard. When it is full, make sure to secure the lid well.
Please don't use glass as glass can be very fragile. If you are disposing of a sharps container, please look up local laws about biohazard disposal. Your pharmacy or hospital might be able to dispose of it, or you may have to go to your local garbage collector. This is a very important part of hormones that people don't always talk about, so I don't blame anybody who wasn't aware of this!
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dynamicfirstaid1 · 1 year ago
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Dynamic First Aid, a leading online Health & Safety product store, offers an essential solution for medical environments with its Sharps Disposal Container. Designed meticulously to ensure safe and hygienic disposal of used needles, syringes, and other sharp medical instruments, this container epitomizes the store's commitment to fostering a secure healthcare ecosystem. Buy Now.
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davidrian123 · 2 years ago
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Sharps waste, which includes items such as needles, syringes and lancets, poses a significant risk if not disposed of properly. However, advances in technology and design have led to innovative solutions that improve sharps waste disposal practices. These innovations provide safer and more efficient ways to handle and dispose of sharps waste, reducing the potential for needle-stick injuries, the spread of infection, and environmental contamination. This infographic explores some of the latest advances in sharps waste disposal, including needle destruction equipment and new container designs.
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dollniu · 4 months ago
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lets talk abt kinks ! — JJK MEN
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SYNOPSIS — kinks i think jjk men secretly have…
PAIRINGS — toji x f!reader, sukuna x f!reader, gojo x f!reader, ino x f!reader, higuruma x f!reader
CONTENT — biting and hickeys, blood play, teasing, humiliation, overstimulation, 69, begging, orgasm control, masochism
OTHER — MNDI 🔞
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TOJI — biting and marks
toji shows ZERO mercy when it comes to marking you as his own. while he’s fucking u, he loves biting on your neck and leaving trails of bite marks across your skin that don’t go away for at least a week. whether he’s fucking you from the back or the front, he’s sucking on some part of your body. he loves hearing the the soft moans you make when he bites you which only makes him bite harder, it’s like music to his ears. just using his mouth all over you while he’s throbbing inside you, licking and sucking and kissing, etc. he knows ALL of ur sensitive parts and loves sucking on your sweet spot while ur riding him and the reactions you make when he bites you only makes him go rougher. also the fact that literally everyone can see the work of art he’s made on your neck, bite marks and hickeys (even in places only you two can see 💋) “you’re fucking mine.”
SUKUNA — blood play
sukuna is a mf sadist. he absolutely loves it when you’re at his complete disposal and a little toy he can inflict his cruel desires onto. and there’s nothing he loves more than leaving cuts on your body that leak with sweet crimson liquid. scratching at ur thighs or stomach, anywhere he desires with his sharp nails and watching the blood drip from your tits to your stomach only for him to lick it all up, savoring the taste of you. and the way you arch your back in pain and pleasure drives him crazy, watching you bleed as he fucks you harder and rougher. and the thing he loves most is biting into your neck with his sharp fangs, drinking the blood while he’s pounding inside you. drinking the blood and hearing you squeal in pain from the sudden impact only makes him bite deeper. “your sweet blood is mine, doll. let me taste every last drop of you on my tongue.”
GOJO — teasing/humilation
no matter where you guys are, gojo always finds a way to tease you. whether it’s whispering in your ear how much he wants to be inside you or touching you in the places you’re most sensitive, he just loves seeing you squirm as your face turns beat red. especially at the worst times— at meetings he’ll playfully put his hand in ur inner thigh, inching towards your core just to see that delicious flushed look on your face. he can’t contain himself when he sees you like that, a horny squirming mess. and during sex it’s even better, he’d make you strip down in front of him with his eyes glued onto your body, licking his lips while staring at the flustered mess he created. gojo is the type of guy to make direct eye contact while he’s fucking you. you’ll turn away in embarrassment but he’ll just grab your humiliated face and force you to stare into his eyes while he’s pounding you. it drives him crazy when he sees you squirming underneath him, letting out loud moans that you try to hold in, covering your mouth. but in return, he fucks you harder, rougher, just to hear those sweet noises come out. “come on, you like being like this.. don’t you? my little slut.”
INO — overstimulation
whether it’s you or him, ino loves overstimulation. feeling everything at once, it’s too much to handle but it feels so good. he loves seeing you squirm as he fingers you, making your legs shake after coming for the third time. you tell him to stop, pushing ino away but he knows damn well you want more and he fucking loves it. but whether you’re riding him, giving him a blowjob, or a handjob, he’s gonna be begging for you to keep going. tears flow from his wet eyes, staring up at you bounce on his dick, begging to let him cum. orgasm after orgasm, he wants to come again and again. “p-please! oh fuck- please keep going baby- please l-let me cum!”
HIGURUMA — 69 (duh)
higuruma LOVES EATING PUSSY. this is a known fact, he loves tasting all of you and licking up your sweet juices. and of course, riding his nose is also a factor. you mentioned it once and he absolutely lit up to the idea, looking up and seeing you use him for your personal pleasure made him hard just thinking about it. so when you brought up the idea of 69, you do it every night. sucking his dick while pleasuring his girl was absolute heaven for him, eating you out to perfection while getting a blowjob was just what this overworked man needs after a long day at work! just eating your pussy is enough, but feeling you swallow his dick while he plays with ur clit with his tongue felt heavenly. “god.. you taste so fucking good.. please.. mphm.. keep going.”
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gilverrwrites · 6 months ago
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Meet Cute Uglies [Bruce]
AN: Shout out to @luckyarchaeologist whose comments inspired me to go a completely different direction to what I had envisioned.🩷 And everyone else who reblogged/comments/voted for a part 2! I hope it lives up 🩷
GN!Reader/Bruce Wayne, 1.6K Words [2/?]
Part One >[Here]<
CWs: Mild/nonexplicit threats of violence, teasing
His hands are soft, and warm, soothing the tension from your body as he uses them to cup your face and hold you steady as he pushes closer, pressing your body deeper into the wall with his broad chest. Up close you can see a smattering of his five o’clock stubble coming through, even under the dim slivers of moonlight breaking through the gloomy alley. You note a hint of coffee on his breath before his lips brush against-
Loud banging at your apartment door startles you awake. Tired eyes sluggishly take in the time on the nearest clock, you’re barely able to process the numbers before the knocks come again. It’s too early. It’s your day of for goodness’ sake and it sounds like someone is trying to break down your door with their fists. When you answer it’s an equally disgruntled delivery driver. They ask your name before bombarding you with a large box and snapping a proof of delivery photo. You ponder your unkempt morning appearance and pray the sender of this parcel doesn’t ever check that photo.
It was almost certainly not from you because you hadn’t ordered anything, especially not anything this big. You don’t recognise the logo, but it, the matte black tape, and the distinct florally smell permeating from the smooth white container tells you that whatever is inside is expensive. That or it’s a trap, designed to lure you in with its unsuspecting exterior, then BAM Ivy toxin or Joker gas. You’re not dumb, you’ve seen the PSAs.
30 minutes, one morning brew, one disposable mask, one sharp knife, 2 gloves, and a whole lot of nerve later you gently remove the contents from its packaging. It’s wrapped in a layer of security card and glittery tissue paper but it’s pretty evident what it is. It’s a very nice bouquet of flowers. A mix of carnations, hyacinths, and baby’s-breath, already sitting in a pretty crystal vase that probably cost more than your rent.  A gold envelope stands out amongst the colourful petals, and you fork it out to read despite being certain you already know who it's from. Nobody else in your life would spend this much money on flowers for you, even if it were a special occasion. The repercussions of telling your name to a stranger, even a famous stranger, who you’d known of all your life, but never known hadn’t occurred to you until you see it printed in foil against the high-quality textured card.
“As you understandably didn’t allow me the chance to apologise last night, please accept these as a token of my penitence. Regards, B.W.”
You’re not sure which irks you most, him cornering you in a dark alley in the first place, his seeking you out to apologise in an unsettlingly short amount of time, the absurd display of wealth, his pretentiously unironic use of the word ‘Penitence’, or the fact that you kinda liked it. The fact that you’d spend the night dreaming about slivers of moonlight and soft hands that didn’t exist. In actual fact, the remainder of the scene had been clumsy and anticlimactic.
“Who are you?” He demands. “And why are you following me?” You squint to read his expressions, barely able to make him out under the faint light of apartment windows high above your figures. There's a disconnect between the upper and lower halves of his face that adds to your already heightened nerves. His jaw and lips remain in an ever-present scowl, but steely blue eyes seem to soften as you tell him your name. “I'm not following you.” Your voice is stunted, weak due to the unrelenting pressure actual billionaire Bruce Wayne is applying to it. “I swear! It’s a coincidence.” He seems to believe you, or at least, he doesn’t consider you much of a threat because his grip loosens enough for you to find your footing again. Before he can change his mind, you scramble out of there, almost tripping on your accidentally discarded bag on the way. Whatever is up with him is not your problem. “I-“ “Save it.” Creep. You’re not interested in his apologies or excuses. You’re just an average person trying to make their way in the crime capital of the world, probably. It’s a miracle he didn’t put you in an early grave due to a heart attack. You could see the headlines now: ‘Playboy Billionaire Charged with Manslaughter: Officials unsure why he corned innocent Gothamite’ which is to presume a man with as much wealth as Bruce Wayne would ever be charged with a crime. Rich, ill-mannered, paranoid, handsome, creep. “Just stay away from me.”
As you stand motionless, relaying the events of the previous night in your head, it occurs to you that there's still something in the envelope, something slightly smaller and thicker than the apology card. You slip it out and flip it between your fingers, a gift card to the coffee shop you’d first seen him in, with a pre-paid value high enough to keep you and all your colleagues caffeinated for the rest of the year, if not longer.
The remainder of your day is spent relocating the two gifts between errands and relaxation time. The gift card is inserted and removed from the card section of your wallet so many times you’ve probably incidentally rubbed off its magnetic strip. Accepting it, and using it wasn’t bad, not really. He wasn’t buying you or your forgiveness it's just a show good intent, not to mention it was basically pocket change to a man with that much money.
But it did feel a little bit like being bought.
And the flowers reminded you of that conflict every time you looked at them, so they made their way onto every feasible surface and counter until you found a spot with enough light to keep them alive that wasn’t in plain sight 90% of the time. Maybe you could sell or donate the vase once the flowers are dead. It really did make the rest of your living space look shabby-er in comparison.  Or maybe you could paint it to match the rest of its new home, cover it in acrylic paint and use it to hold anything else. If you ever see Bruce again you could show him a photo, see if he really did give it in good faith to be used however you pleased, or if it makes him uncomfortable.
In fact, on your next day back at work you’re scrolling through Pinterest for design inspiration as you queue up for the first of many Wayne-funded drinks when you sense it. Him. The enticing scent of his cologne clueing you into his presence. You cast a look over your shoulder and there he is, smiling at you with perfect white teeth. He seems more casual today, his hair still perfectly styled but appearing free of any products, his suit traded in for just the slacks and button-up. Once again, you’re reminded of his player image, it’s not hard to tell why so many people swoon all over him.
“Oh, hello.” He greets, raising his hand as though to wave at you. His fingers don’t look nearly as soft as you’d imagined. They look sturdy and calloused, strange for a man who guzzles champagne and stands behind a podium, smiling for photographers more days than not. Paperwork does not account for skin that thick. “I was hoping to run into you here.”
“Really?” Internally you’re suspicious, but your voice comes out an octave higher than usual, your skin growing warm under his gaze. It’s stupid to think that he’s pursuing you, flirting with you. He’s probably just looking for closure on his apology, ensuring you don’t slander his image by selling the story to the papers. He really is buying you. Your silence. “Why?”
“I was hoping I could buy you a drink.” And without your confirmation he sides steps around you, joining you in your spot amongst everybody else waiting to be served.
“You’re already buying me coffee.” You flash him the gift card he’d paid for. “Or did you forget casually dropping this much cash?”
He laughs at that, like you’ve made a joke. He’s deflecting? Maybe. But he sounds so genuine, so hearty it’s contagious. Your laugh isn’t as cheery as his, but it slips past your lips regardless.
“No, no. I didn’t forget. I couldn’t forget anything about you. Especially not after seeing you in that delivery photo.” He finishes with a wink. That was flirting, definitely flirting. Or maybe an insult. Either way, you’re feeling just as nervous, if not more than you had been that night in the alley. This is just a different kind of nerves, it’s the butterflies in your belly instead of the pit in your stomach kind. “What’s one more between new friends, huh?”
“Friends?” You raise your brows. He does not have the decency to look sheepish under your dubious stare, he just looks back at you calm and collected, just like he is on the TV. A few days ago, you might have bought it, but you’ve seen him lose his cool in person. Something feels off.
“I’d like to be friends, or I’d at least like to apologise in person. If you’ll let me.” For a man so bent on making amends with you, there isn’t a hint of sorrow in his tone or posture.
It’s almost your turn at the counter, you have seconds to make your decision.
The barista gestures for the next customer, as you answer. “Okay fine, let’s be friends.”
“Excellent. You just made my day.” And then his hand cups the small of your back as the two of you step up to order. He does it so casually that you almost don’t notice, you’re not sure if you’re just susceptible to his moves, or if he’s practised them to perfection. Maybe you’re reading too much into it, maybe all pretty boy billionaires act like this, maybe it’s all strategy to keep his image clean, or maybe there’s something shady about Bruce Wayne and his weirdly hard, slick hands. Maybe he's hiding something, and whatever it is, you intend to figure it out.
If you should enjoy the view along the way, well, who could blame you?
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susicheng · 2 days ago
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⋆.˚ i spy with my little eye — l.mk
this is an 18+ work. mdni secret agent! mark x secret agent! reader warnings: death + murder, guns, knives (not used between each other) contains: oral (f receiving, mentioned m receiving), safe sex, piv, mentioned fingering, tease! mark word count: 2376
assignments like this one were always the most irritating. shoved into a tight gown, too much skin visible to any of the rich douchebags surrounding you. a knife pressing against your thigh where it’s tucked into a garter belt discreetly. an earpiece hidden by the over-the-top updo drowned in gallons of hairspray. the sickening sweet scent of perfume lingering on your skin to appeal to the prey. 
the only consolation was knowing your agency wasn’t the only one with commissions for tonight. with this many wealthy men and women in one place, there had to be other targets beyond your own. though, you couldn’t help but hope that meant you’d see who you were really watching for.
that’s how these things always went. you kept an eye on the pig you were assigned to dispose of, and another on the man who erased their touches with his tongue and teeth.
it didn’t take long. you spotted the target before finishing your first glass of wine. so much for a pleasant conversation before enduring the leering glances and clumsy flirting from someone old enough to be your father.
time to play the game. with a final sip of wine and a subtle adjustment to your dress, you moved toward him. a smirk curled your lips as you approached, feigning a stumble to fall into his arms. his annoyance at first contact quickly melted into intrigue as he took in your fluttering lashes and too-innocent expression. you were in.
too many lingering touches, too many thinly veiled innuendos, and far too many explicit remarks later, he was convinced to “find somewhere more private.” by now, the powder slipped into his drink should have started working. his movements slowed, his steps unsteady as the two of you entered a private room.
the door shut behind you two. a hand slid to your waist, and then up, up, up. he didn’t hesitate to cop a feel before pressing his greasy hand firmly against your mouth. you felt the cold press of a gun barrel to your temple. 
“pretty young things like you only approach me for two reasons.” he hissed.
he cocked the gun.
“you either want me dead, or you want to be spoiled.”
“judging by this little thing…” he used the gun to push your hair behind your ear, tap, tap, tapping on the earpiece previously hidden beneath it. his voice lowered to a whisper. “you’re here for the first one.”
it wasn’t the first time a target had figured you out. honestly, it was refreshing that he realized attractive women don’t usually flock to men like him. not that it made him any less deserving of a bullet.
he didn’t get the chance to finish you. with a quick twist and a knee to the groin, the gun was yours, and he was on the floor. now, it was your turn to press the barrel to his forehead.
“you’re smarter than you look,” you sneered. “still slow, though. that wine wasn’t just alcohol, y’know?” 
his grin was sharp, defiant. his hand shot up your dress, pulling your knife from its hiding spot and plunging it into your thigh before you could dodge. instinct made you pull the trigger. 
the gunshot echoed, his blood painting your dress a deep burgundy. pain shot through your leg, the knife buried deep in the muscle. with an easy press to your earpiece, and a murmured “it’s done” you disconnected it and took a deep breath. you had had enough of people barking demands in your ear all night.
suddenly, the doorknob rattled. you raised the gun, limping toward the door. it opened, and a figure entered swiftly.
before they could react, you had them pressed against the wall, the gun at their temple, your arm pressing against their throat as blood dripped to the floor.
“jesus. i check to see if you’re alive and i get jumped!?” they rasped, hands scrambling to pull at your arm.
you stepped back immediately, recognition hitting you like a slap to the face.
“mark?”
his laughter filled the room as you pulled him into a hug.
“holy shit, mark. you scared the shit out of me. i thought i was about to get found out.”
his arms wrapped around your waist and squeezed you against him. you winced at the pressure it put on your thigh. mark pushed you back immediately, dropping to his knees and pulling your dress to the side from the slit in the long fabric.
“my god, you have an entire fucking knife in your leg! and you were still trying to put a bullet in my head?”
you had to say, the sight of him between your legs like that might have been doing something to your body, especially when his stern gaze met yours, making you inhale a sharp gasp. something in you tightened.
a disbelieved laugh echoed through the silent room. “no way you’re turned on right now. there’s a dead guy less than 2 feet from us and there’s a dagger sticking out of you. absolutely nothing is happening until you aren’t actively bleeding on the floor.”
you grumbled as he stood and lifted you into his arms easily, stepping over the corpse as he carried you further into the room, to the bed.
“y’know,” you said with a smirk, “you just said nothing’s happening, and now you’re carrying me to the bed. mixed signals, mark.”
he rolled his eyes as he gently laid you onto the plush sheets of a hotel bed too luxurious to be familiar with the stain of red seeping into it. 
the moment you opened your mouth to continue your teasing, mark decided to tug the dagger out of your leg, eliciting a loud groan of pain. somehow he had found a first aid kit. how, you’re not sure, but mark always had a trick or two up his sleeve. obviously, being in this field had caused both of you to pick up some life-saving medical tricks. his hands moved with practiced efficiency, stitching and wrapping the wound with care.
“all done,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to the bandages.
your fingers tangled in his hair as fire lit in your eyes.
“you sure nothing’s happening?” you murmured, voice low and teasing.
mark sighed, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward. “you’re impossible.”
“you’re already down there… might as well finish what you started.”
you didn’t miss the way mark’s eyes fell to the thin piece of fabric separating himself from your core. when he met your eyes again, there was heat in his gaze. a subtle nod from you, and he was sliding your underwear down your legs, throwing the garment somewhere onto the hotel floor. 
he dove into you with an eagerness you were not prepared for, grip on his hair tightening as a whine slid out from between your lips. his tongue moved expertly, pressing every button he could to work you up. his arms adjusted to wrap around your thighs (careful to avoid pressing on your wound), effectively pinning you down. all of your squirming and hair pulling was futile as mark dove deeper and held you tight against his mouth.
your whimpers were increasing in frequency, hands tugging hard on his hair as you desperately tried to pull him away from his place between your thighs.
“mark— mark, wait.” you gasped. “mark— need you… inside. please”
just when your orgasm was about to crash into you, he pulled himself away, adjusting to kiss up and down your thighs instead. your whine, of relief and of annoyance at your denied pleasure, filled the room as he continued to happily mark up your inner thighs, your hands still attempting to pull him upwards and get a move on.
that was one thing about you and mark that was different. he preferred to take his time. he liked to take you apart, piece by piece. cover the touches of your targets with touches of his own. make your body forget that it had ever been defiled by anyone other than mark himself. you, though, were impatient. you hated begging for what you wanted. you preferred to get what you need without much trouble.
something about the way mark forced you to be patient, though, was undeniably attractive. working you up until all you could think about was him, and then giving you an orgasm satisfying enough to last until the next time a mission overlapped. you couldn’t help yourself from craving him 24/7, though, despite the fact that it would never be possible to pursue a relationship given your careers. for now, these spontaneous rendezvous were enough for you. 
with one final tug, after what felt like hours, mark relented and allowed himself to be pulled up your body. your lips finally met for the first time that night, your own taste lingering on his tongue. 
“get inside of me. now.” you pulled him down further to whisper in his ear, delighting in the groan it earned from him.
“condom?” you sighed and reached into your bra, pulling the condom you had stashed there out and handing it to mark. the placement brought another smile of disbelief to his face, shaking his head as he unzipped his dress pants.
you hadn’t really had the time to appreciate it fully, but he looked good in a suit. you let your eyes drag up and down his body, gaze lingering on his now exposed dick as he rolled the condom on smoothly.
“ready?” you snapped your eyes up to his, meeting the smug expression on his face with a roll of your eyes.
“mark, if you don’t get inside of me right now, i might grab that gun and put a bullet in your leg.” his laughter echoed as he busied himself with lining himself up to your entrance.
he slid in smoothly, bottoming out with twin groans escaping both of your mouths. this part was always surprising to you. every time you saw each other again, it felt like he had gotten bigger. pressing deep into every part of you. he barely had to angle himself to hit all of the spots that elicited loud moans from you.
his movements began slow, his kisses traveling down the side of your neck and over the exposed parts of your cleavage. he had always liked leaving marks on you, painting you in shades of purple and red that he scanned your body for even when it had been months since you had last seen him. his kisses turned sharper, teeth infiltrating and pulling on your skin, as he picked up his pace. your hands clawed down his clothed back, one sliding up to wrap into his hair and pull him back up to meet your lips. with the moans you were letting out, and the grin on mark’s face, there wasn’t much actual kissing happening. 
“you look really good covered in blood, by the way.” he gasped out against your lips, reminding you of the blood that had splattered over your entire body when you had shot the man still lying in the hotel room earlier.
stunned laughter sounded from your lips, morphing into a strained moan when one of mark’s hands slid down to press against your clit, the other arm working to hold himself up. 
it didn’t take long for you to get close. his tenderness as he treated your wound worked you up more than you would care to admit, and he worked you halfway to transcending into another dimension when he ate you out.
“mark— mark. i’m,” you subconsciously clenched down on him, hard, pulling a hiss from his lips. “i’m close. please.” 
he doubled his efforts, shifting down so his lips were brushing your ear as he spoke.
“yeah? go ahead. cum for me, pretty.”
the raspiness of his voice, his steady thrusts into you, his fingers abusing your most sensitive spot, all of it worked to push you easily over the edge, whimpering his name as he shuddered with you, flooding the condom with his own release. 
you panted against each other for a who knows how long, until mark pulled out and tied off the condom, throwing it into the trash can placed in the corner of the room. he pulled you up, ignoring your whines and complaints as he dragged you into the bathroom to wash up.
after a quick shower together, in which you got on your knees to repay the favor from earlier and mark thanked you by burying his fingers inside of you until your legs were so shaky he had to carry you out of the tub, you worked together to scrub at your bloodstained dress. you shot a message to your agency’s cleanup crew, providing them with a room number as you blow dried the expensive fabric of your dress. thankfully, most of the more noticeable splatters had been mostly washed out. the worst of it was on the torso.
mark handed you his jacket to wear over the dress, effectively hiding the evidence of your kill. you tried to be discreet when you inhaled his scent surrounding you, but you still heard mark bark out a laugh, shutting down any thoughts that you had succeeded at that.
this part was always the hardest. leaving the hotel room hand in hand, still bantering as you made your way to the lobby, where the party had mostly vacated by now. making excuses to stay together. 
“i’ll treat you to a quick dinner” led to “let’s just have a quick smoke break” which ultimately faded into “i’ll call you a ride. let me wait with you so i know you make it safely.”
getting into the car was difficult, mark leaving you with lingering kisses and promises gently whispered into your ear. 
it wasn’t until you made it home that you noticed it. casually reaching into your (mark’s) pocket, instinctively looking for your phone there (which was still sitting safely in your purse), you found a small slip of paper. a smile spread across your face as you took in the contents.
0802 127th street
if you ever get sick of rushed one-night stands, find me here :)
— mark
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genderqueerdykes · 2 months ago
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I saw the thing about sharps containers and let me be the one to say: A lot of things we consume on a daily basis, when properly sealed and marked, can be a sharps container! I use jugs of water (need distilled water for my CPAP) that I've emptied, bc they're rather tough. You have to clearly mark that they are a sharps container, with sharpies, and tape the top lid closed. You can also use aluminum cans, soda bottles, and other jugs (think lemonade, Kool-Aid, Sunny-D, etc!) again you just have to tape the top shut with duct tape preferably and sharpie it to death with a warning!
hey thank you so much for sending this ask, you reminded me that i got a handout about this at my local library! thank you for your input, i'll add that info to complement yours. keep in mind, this is written from the perspective of helping homeless people dispose of sharps, but anyone can benefit from this:
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[Image ID: A photograph of a small horizontally oriented card detailing how to safely dispose of needles. It reads:
DISPOSING OF NEEDLES
Use gloves or thick material to pick up needle.
Place needle inside an empty container (thicker plastic is better, but is not always an option)
Seal the container- with tape if possible as an extra precaution.
Write "biohazard" on the container with a market (I recommend carrying a sharpie along with your Naloxone kit).
dispose of the container in the trash, or call the fire dept or local needle exchange program, if you want someone else to dispose of it.
There are two graphics displaying what types of containers to use are preferable.
The graphic on the left shows a milk jug and a small handheld personal disposable water bottle with a thumbs down graphic. The graphic is attempting to convey that any plastic containers with very thin walls should be avoided.
The graphic on the right shows a thumbs up next to kitty litter, laundry detergent and shampoo bottles, attempting to convey that plastic containers with thicker more durable walls should be chosen if possible.
End image ID.]
this goes to anyone who uses needles for whatever reason, HRT, insulin, substance use, whatever it may be, having sharps containers is important. and i agree mark the container clearly that it is a biohazard and a sharps container. "SHARPS" does the trick. hope this can be of help to some people!
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biowastefl · 7 months ago
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