#skin care pharmaceutical companies

[hacksandslacks]

Skin care pharmaceutical companies

Skin care pharmaceutical companies are an important aspect of the beauty and skincare industry. These companies are dedicated to developing and manufacturing products that help consumers achieve healthy and beautiful skin. In this blog, we will discuss the role of skin care pharmaceutical companies and their importance in the skincare industry.

Skin care pharmaceutical companies are responsible for researching and developing skincare products that can effectively treat various skin conditions. These companies invest heavily in research and development to create innovative skincare products that are safe and effective for use. Their products are designed to treat a wide range of skin problems, including acne, rosacea, eczema, psoriasis, and aging skin.

One of the main reasons why skin care pharmaceutical companies are important is that they have the expertise and resources to conduct extensive clinical trials and studies to ensure the safety and efficacy of their products. These studies help to establish the effectiveness of new skincare products, and they are also used to obtain regulatory approval from the authorities.

Another reason why skin care pharmaceutical companies are important is that they are dedicated to using high-quality ingredients that are clinically proven to be safe and effective. Many of these companies use natural ingredients in their products, such as plant extracts, vitamins, and minerals, to help nourish and protect the skin.

Skin care pharmaceutical companies also play an important role in educating consumers about proper skin care. They provide information on the best skincare practices, including how to care for different skin types, the importance of sun protection, and how to prevent and treat common skin problems.

In addition to developing skincare products, skin care pharmaceutical companies also provide support to healthcare professionals. They provide training and education programs to dermatologists, estheticians, and other skincare professionals, which helps to ensure that they are up-to-date on the latest skincare products and treatments.

In conclusion, skin care pharmaceutical companies are essential in the skincare industry. Their products are designed to treat a wide range of skin conditions, and they invest heavily in research and development to ensure the safety and efficacy of their products. These companies also play an important role in educating consumers and healthcare professionals about proper skin care, making them a valuable resource for anyone who wants to achieve healthy and beautiful skin.

[oaknethealthcare]

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[giannan04]

I neeeed panty fucking with jungwon😫❤️🫶🏽I’ll love you forever

I love you too and thanks for supporting my work! Here’s the writing, I made it into a one shot I hope you love it!❤️

Pairing: Best friend’s brother Jungwon! X F!Reader

Genre:Smut, slight bad boy x good girl trope

Warnings: SMUT!! Cream-pie, unprotected sex, p in v, panty fucking, slight brat-taming, slight degradation. I think that’s about it.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!🔞

You were always the perky cheerleader, dedicated to your academics and looking forward to college—just like your best friend, Niki. Everyone thought you two would end up together, especially since you were the head cheerleader and he was the quarterback of the football team. Jungwon, Niki's older brother, never let you forget that. He teased you constantly for being a “goody-goody”, for being just like Niki. But Jungwon was different. He was the bad boy who didn’t care about school, dropped out early because he was next in line to inherit their parents' pharmaceutical company (it would’ve been Niki, but he wanted to be a doctor), and spent his time smoking, drinking & partying, and bringing a string of different girls home every week—-much to the annoyance of Niki and his parents. Deep down, you always knew Jungwon wasn’t good for you, but something about him drew you in, even if you couldn’t stand his teasing, low-key flirting.

——

That Friday night started like any other sleepover with your best friend. You were in Niki’s room, hanging out like always. Niki was rummaging through his things, getting ready to head to the convenience store. "I'll be back in a bit, gotta grab snacks," he said, throwing you a grin before heading out. “Don’t get too bored without me.” You nodded, lying back on his bed, scrolling through your phone in your cheer uniform—a mini skirt and bralette that hugged your curves just perfectly. As the door closed behind Niki, you didn’t notice when Jungwon entered the room until he spoke up, his voice dripping with that familiar teasing tone. “What are you doing on Niki’s bed, looking like that?” he asked, eyes raking over you in a way that made your skin tingle.

You rolled your eyes, refusing to look at him. “None of your business, Jungwon. It’s just a bed.”

Jungwon’s smirk deepened as he crossed the room, his presence overwhelming. “You’re such a brat,” he muttered, grabbing your wrist and yanking you up from the bed, making you drop your phone. His grip was firm, sending a shiver down your spine as he pushed you back onto the bed, caging you between his arms.

“Get off me, Jungwon,” you hissed, trying to push him away, but he didn’t budge. Instead, he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear.

“You think you’re so innocent, don’t you?” he whispered, one hand slipping down your body, skimming over your stomach until it rested on the waistband of your skirt. “But I know you’re just as dirty as the rest of the sluts in this town.”

Your heart pounded in your chest as his hand slipped under your skirt, fingers brushing against your panties. You gasped, trying to close your legs, but Jungwon forced them apart, his other hand gripping your thigh. “Stop fighting it,” he growled. “You’re soaked.” He ran his thumb over your drenched lace underwear.

The realization of how wet you already were only made you more embarrassed. Jungwon was right; you were indeed soaked. Your pussy was so wet that your lips and your underwear was sticking together.You tried to squirm away, but Jungwon was relentless, pressing his fingers against your clothed core, rubbing slow, teasing circles that had you whimpering despite yourself. “See?” he mocked. “You’re not such a good girl after all.”

You bit your lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape, but Jungwon noticed. “Don’t hold back,” he taunted, slipping your panties aside and running his fingers through your slick folds. “I want to hear you.”

The shame of being caught like this, combined with the thrill of his rough touch, made your head spin. You had always known Jungwon wasn’t good for you, but right now, you didn’t care. You needed him.

Jungwon continued to toy with you, his fingers sliding back and forth, teasing your entrance before pulling away just as you were about to beg for more. He grinned down at you, eyes dark with something dangerous. “You want more, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you whispered, the word slipping out before you could stop it. “Please, Jungwon…”

His smirk widened, but instead of giving you what you wanted, he pulled his hand away entirely, leaving you panting and desperate. “Not so fast,” he said, sliding your panties back into place. “I want to have some fun first.”

You frowned in confusion as he shifted, positioning himself between your legs. Without warning, he started grinding against you, his hard length pressing against your panties. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through you, but it wasn’t enough. You needed more, and Jungwon knew it. He was teasing you, getting off on your frustration.

“Jungwon, please,” you whimpered, your hands grabbing at his shoulders, trying to pull him closer. But he didn’t give in. Instead, he kept up the slow, torturous pace, his cock rubbing against your soaked panties until you were nearly crying with need.

“You’re such a brat,” he murmured, his voice laced with amusement. “Always talking back, thinking you’re better than me. But look at you now, begging for it like a little slut.”

His words made your cheeks burn, but you couldn’t deny the effect they had on you. Each insult only made you want him more. Finally, Jungwon seemed to have had enough of his little game. He pulled your panties aside again, and without any warning, he thrust into you, filling you completely in one rough motion. The sudden intrusion made you gasp, your back arching off the bed as you clung to him.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Jungwon groaned, his hands gripping your hips as he started to move. His pace was relentless, each thrust harder than the last, hitting deep inside you, making you see stars. It was overwhelming, the way he filled you, the way he fucked you like he owned you. It was almost too much, but you didn’t want him to stop.

Jungwon’s hand slid up to your throat, squeezing just enough to make you light-headed. “You like this, don’t you?” he growled, his voice rough with arousal. “You like being treated like a dirty little whore.”

You could only nod, tears of pleasure and pain mingling in your eyes as he continued to pound into you, his grip on your throat tightening slightly before loosening again. Each time you thought you couldn’t take any more, he would pull back just enough to keep you on the edge, never letting you fall over into complete oblivion.

After what felt like forever, Jungwon finally pulled out, leaving you a trembling mess beneath him. The warmth of his cum filling up your pussy made your body tingle with pleasure; your thighs becoming sticky as it dripped out of you. He let go of your throat, his hand trailing down to your panties, which he yanked back into place. “We’re not done yet,” he whispered, leaning in to press a rough kiss to your lips before pulling away entirely. “I want you to cum for me.” Jungwon was about to take your skirt off completely, then he stilled, looking out the bedroom window and seeing Niki walking up the porch. “Fuck,” he cursed under his breath.

Just then, the sound of the front door opening echoed down the hall. “Y/N! I’m back!” Niki called out, his footsteps approaching the room.

You barely had time to sit up and try to straighten out your clothes before Niki walked in, holding a bag of snacks. He froze, looking between you and Jungwon, his brow furrowing in confusion. “What the hell happened in here?” he asked, eyes narrowing as he noticed the disheveled bed and your flushed appearance.

You scrambled for an excuse. “We were, uh, wrestling,” you stammered, avoiding Niki’s gaze as Jungwon smirked behind you.

Niki didn’t look convinced. “Wrestling? Seriously?”

“Yeah,” you insisted, hoping he’d drop it. “Nothing happened, I promise.” Jungwon stifled a laugh as you tried to convince Niki that you guys weren’t just fucking on his bed. He turned to walk out of the room, smirking at Niki. “Make sure to clean your bed up, it’s a mess.”

Niki sighed, shaking his head, scoffing as his brother left the room. “I hope you’re right because Jungwon’s not good for you, Y/N. He’s trouble.”

You tuned out the rest of Niki’s lecture, your mind wandering as you glanced at your phone. A text from Jungwon popped up on the screen, making your heart race.

Jungwon: See you in my room later. I’ll make sure you cum this time ;)

“Y/N, are you even listening?” Niki’s voice snapped you back to reality.

“Yeah,” you replied quickly, but your thoughts were elsewhere, preoccupied with the promise of what would happen with Jungwon later that night.

——-

HERE IS PART TWO⬇️💗

[superbat-love]

Clark stared miserably at his plate, seated across from his latest potential marriage prospect, the Omega son of Obs-Tinate, the CEO of Tinate, one of Krypton’s largest pharmaceutical companies.

"So, what do you do for fun?" the Omega asked Clark.

“I read a lot. Right now, I’m going through a book called ‘The Life and Death of Earth’. It’s fascinating—Earth’s culture and history really interest me. I also write under the pseudonym Clark Kent,” Clark replied.

"Oh, you’re a writer. Anyway, you’ll be inheriting your parents' research company, right?" the Omega said, clearly uninterested. Before Clark could respond, a waiter approached the table.

“Welcome to Gotham, esteemed Omega consorts and gentle Alphas. I’m Dick, your waiter for tonight,” the young man said with a playful smile. “First up, we have the hors d'oeuvre, a Gotham specialty.” He elegantly placed the dish on the table.

“Wait a minute, these snacks are cold. I want them reheated,” Obs-Tinate complained.

The waiter looked confused. “Sir, they’re meant to be served cold.”

“I don’t care, they should be hot!” Obs snapped.

Jor-El, Clark’s father, offered the waiter an apologetic smile. “Could you ask the chef if he can make an exception?”

Dick gave a small bow and removed the dish, taking it back to the kitchen.

A minute later, a large, imposing man stormed out of the kitchen. The occupants of the table shrank back as he stomped toward them, his expression furious.

“What do you mean, you want them reheated? Why should I change Alfred’s recipe to suit your unrefined Alpha palate?” the man growled into Obs-Tinate’s terrified face.

“B-Back off, you... you gargantuan Omega!” the CEO stammered, his voice shaking. His son whimpered, trying to hide behind his father.

“Mr. Butcher!” Clark cried out, recognizing the furious man.

The man’s glare shifted to Clark, his eyes narrowing. “You’re that Alpha who’s always loitering outside my butcher shop. Are you stalking me?”

“It’s Kal-El! I didn’t know you worked as a chef here,” Clark said, eyes wide. “Is this your night job?”

“It’s not. In fact, I was never here, and you never saw me.” The man turned, quickly making his way back toward the kitchen.

Clark stood up from the table, ignoring his parents' concerned glances, and hurried after him. “Wait! Can I at least get your name?”

“Damn persistent Alpha,” the man muttered. He stopped and glanced over his shoulder. “Fine. If I tell you my name, Mr. Floppy Bow, will you leave me alone?”

Clark nodded eagerly, his heart racing. He yelped when the man suddenly grabbed his bowtie and tugged him close.

“Call me Bruce,” the man murmured in his ear, his breath warm against Clark’s skin. He released him with a wink and disappeared into the kitchen. Clark caught a glimpse of Dick giving Bruce two thumbs up just before the doors swung shut behind him.

The Ugly Omega AU

[yanderemommabean]

Yandere Job Letter

To whom it may concern,

On behalf of our wonderful CEO, founder, and employer, we are pleased to announce that you have been chosen! For what, you may be asking? Our benevolent, hard working, completely loving boss has asked us to reach out to you in hopes of making you their newest spouse!

You may have concerns about early relationship statuses and learning who our wonderful boss even is, but we assure you, this choice is fast, easy, simple, and will please him greatly! You will be granted an option to either dress formally or casually for your initial meeting, where we will discuss exactly what it is our boss has decided to do with you.

He wants some of the details to be saved for the meeting, which the time and date will be stated by the end of this letter. However, he has graced us with the privilege to tell you a few points of interest, to excite you even more for this lovely “agreement”

-While you will be terminated from your previous profession and status, he will provide all financial needs for you into the foreseeable future

-No other employees will be able to bother you or harass you anymore, and given permission, we happy workers will be thrilled to take care of unfavorable employees

-Romantic gestures full of what (from what our employer believes) you find desirable (whether or not you accept is optional) including meals, kissing, pet names, gift giving, and marking of your skin (be that with teeth, kisses, or etc.)

While we’d love to state you are joining this relationship “at will” let it be known, if you try to leave this partnership at any time, you will be subjected to any, and all precautions necessary to keep you and our boss happy. That may include, but is not limited to-

-Taking away electronic privileges

-Lying to your loved ones about your location and condition

-Binding and restraining you by the hands, neck, feet, or more

-Using pharmaceuticals to subdue you

-Taking away your right to speak with a gag, or even shutting out all methods of communication (aside from with our wonderful employer!) off

NOTE: These methods vary, some are more intense while others are just a simple reprimand! There is no limit to what we will do for him and this wonderful company.

We encourage you to think over this opportunity and prepare for a wonderful new life! We expect you to show up on Wednesday, 11:15 AM in whichever attire you decided to choose listed above.

This offer will never expire, however, we do expect a positive response, otherwise we might try more invasive and dare we say, troubling methods. All questions will be answered at the given meeting above, and any ones not addressed we can happily reply to once our boss gives us permission to.

We look forward to having you as a part of our team, and keeping our boss in love and beyond happy.

See you soon,

Lovely Smiles Corp.

( I hope tumblr doesn't mess up the formatting lol. I didn't have a specific character in mind, and more or less went with a brainwashed or cult like job facility, and I've never written a job letter before so I hope it isn't too bad! If you enjoyed, let me know! I could make more in the future!

-Mommabean)

[extrogem]

it’s been damn near two years since i started taking estradiol. and HOLY shit what a ride. i’ve lost around 70lbs, my skin is clearer than it’s been in my life, my tits are big and my ass is bigger, my skin is soft, yadda yadda you’ve heard all of that before (still true tho!)

but you know what else? i’ve got a spring in my step for the first time since i was 12 years old. i’m largely happy with my life. i’ve got a beautiful, funny, brilliant fiancee and a whole new set of friends and beautiful people who enjoy my company. i’ve got confidence, which, i believe led me to getting an amazing job in a pharmaceutical lab. i look forward to the future and i fear aging far, FAR less than i did in the past. i stopped doing pills, and drinking to excess, and smoking weed all day every day.

gender affirming care made all of this possible. if i did not have HRT i would probably be dead right now.

[calciumdeficientt]

how do you think bif interacts in casual conversation, especially with those he's sincerely close with?

as an infrequent fanfiction Reader i'm struggling to write him

ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY I CAN!!!!111!!!!1!!!! Ive really started to love Bif, i guess its because ive managed to fight the theatre kid demon in me back with a broom and get over the fact that his VA is Andrew Rannells

CASUAL BIF HCS

I’m not gonna mince words here, i think once you get to know Bif Taylor you come to realise he’s a total fucking loser. Like, once he’s comfortable enough to drop the champ persona, you really do find out that the real Bif is just a teenage boy. Not that he’s boring or anything, you can definitely hold a pretty good conversation with him. He’s just… kinda pathetic.

Okay maybe pathetic isn’t the right word, but i think he puts a lot of emphasis on his sporting achievements, especially when he’s talking to someone who’s not in the prep clique. It’s a status symbol that he flaunts to separate the wheat from the chaff. But obviously, that doesn’t work on other preppies. They know Bif well, he can’t just talk about how he’s the champ all the time. They know you won again Bif, they were all there, remember? Think of something else to talk about

I think he frequently finds himself short of stuff to say, his interests dont always align with what the other preps enjoy doing, so he probably just choses to listen actively in casual conversation with the other preps and piggyback off of whatever they choose to talk about. Often this ends up being sort of vague statements on the topic to try and pry some information out of the other party. Oh, Bryce went to Bali in winter break, its hot there this time of year isn’t it? Oh great, he’s talking about mosquitoes, prefect now gently slide in the new pharmaceutical company your father just co-opted. Excellent, well done Bif.

One easy topic of conversation is derby, not so much rumours or bitchiness or anything like that, just recounting time spent with derby. He is around him enough that it takes up a good amount of real estate in Bif’s brain. He’s always careful who he speaks about Derby’s personal private affairs with because he’s aware of the the ever looming threat of mutiny from preps who feel badly done to in terms of their leader. Bryce is the only one who Bif can really slag derby off to, then again its never actually anything nasty. It’s more just venting that he had to carry all of derby’s shopping bags, pay for lunch and go and fetch the balls Derby had putted over to the other side of Golf and Yacht because poor Derby’s feet were a little sore from his new loafers.

Now, drunk Bif is where its at, he eases up a lot more and talks freely about his less prep friendly interests. Usually to Justin, he knows Justin is keen to learn all about sports. Bif is usually eager to get drunk after standing for so long on the door playing bouncer. He’s usually tied and more than happy to sit, drink and be merry. And he gets very VERY merry. Red faced, where does the hair end and the skin start, shirt inside out shoes mismatched drunk. He’s loud and bold and laughs himself half to death over every little thing. Drunk Bif is kinder than sober Bif, but equally as receptive. One major change is volume, he yells like he’s in a busy club even if there’s only about four people in the room.

[rebeccathenaturalist]

How to Handle Poisonous Mushrooms

(Originally posted at my blog at https://rebeccalexa.com/how-to-handle-poisonous-mushrooms/)

While edible mushrooms can be found just about year-round in much of temperate North America, fall is by far the most popular time. There’s a greater variety of species available, and fall rains encourage fungi to produce fruiting bodies to spread spores. The cooler weather also entices out those who may have been hiding from summer’s heat. As a result, I see an increase in questions about mushroom hunting from beginners who want to make sure they have a good first foraging experience. One of the most common queries is: how are we supposed to handle poisonous mushrooms?

It’s no surprise that so many people wonder about this. After all, the risk of picking and eating the wrong mushroom is a legitimate concern! While most poisonous mushrooms will give you some nasty gastrointestinal upset, a few can cause more serious symptoms, up to and including kidney and liver failure. Thankfully, with care it’s quite possible to avoid this fate.

The first thing I need to establish is that fungi are not plants. In fact, they’re more closely related to us animals! The plant kingdom (well, the algae that would eventually lead to plants) diverged from our collective last common ancestor first, about 1.5 billion years ago. Meanwhile the last common ancestor of animals and fungi lived about 1 billion years ago. This means that the kingdom Fungi is the closest to the kingdom Animalia. In fact, we are so similar that it is incredibly challenging for pharmaceutical companies to develop new antifungal medications that are safe for us to use. Animal cells and fungal cells frequently metabolize molecules in the same way, meaning that many antifungal substances are just as dangerous for us as they are for the target fungus.

Yet many people still confuse plants and fungi. Both of them seem to grow out of the ground and don’t appear to move from one spot (at least not to the casual observer) and are often seen in the same places together. Sometimes the roots of plants are wrongly seen as analogous to the fungal mycelium. But while they may share some common roles with regards to extracting water and nutrients from soil, and may intertwine with each other in mycorrhizal relationships, their fundamental structure, to include on a cellular level, is quite different. It also doesn’t help that “mushrooms” are often lumped with vegetables in casual culinary discussions, and even on the food pyramid, too.

So why did I bring up this bit of basic biology? Because it’s at the core of the issue of how to handle poisonous mushrooms.

Think about some poisonous or irritating plants. Poison ivy, poison oak, and poison sumac (all Toxicodendron species) all exude uroshiol on their leaves; touch them, and you’re likely to get a nasty rash. Stinging nettle (Urtica dioica) has incredibly sharp little hairs that inject the skin of those who touch it with histamines, acetylcholine, and other irritating chemicals. The capsaicin in some peppers (Capsicum spp.) doesn’t even necessarily have to make it into your eyes to cause a nasty burning sensation. Giant hogweed (Heracleum mantegazzianum) is the most infamous of several plants that can cause severe chemical burns, though some require the sap or other toxic substance to be exposed to sunlight before the chemical reaction occurs. And ostensibly if you went picking berries, got some deadly nightshade (Belladonna atropa) berries mixed in with the edible ones, and the nightshade berries were accidentally crushed in sufficient numbers, there could be enough of their juice on the edible berries to make you sick.

So there are ample examples of plants where, if you just touch them, you could be in trouble. But what about mushrooms? Well, most of us learn about dangerous plants and mushrooms when we’re children. Young kids have a tendency to try to eat things or otherwise put them in their mouth as part of exploring their world. Unfortunately, some of those things can be pretty dangerous! But your average toddler isn’t going to be able to tell the difference between the small red round berries of red huckleberry (Vaccinium parvifolium) and the small red round berries of English holly (Ilex aquifolium). Nor will they know the nuances between edible matsutake mushrooms (Tricholoma spp.), and deadly death caps (Amanita phalloides.) So adults just tell children to not put any plants or mushrooms that they find outside in their mouths–and in fact, just don’t touch them at all. The result is that plenty of people had it imprinted early on that touching any mushroom is dangerous.

To be fair, most adults in mycophobic cultures couldn’t tell you the differences between those mushrooms, either. The mainstream, non-indigenous culture in the United States definitely counts as mycophobic; the majority of Americans are exceptionally wary of any mushroom that didn’t come from a grocery store or on a pizza. This stems from that early message that all outdoor mushrooms are potentially bad and dangerous, and a general dearth of education about edible wild mushrooms. Given that foraging and nature identification in general is a relatively rare set of skills here as well, most people don’t get early opportunities to learn which mushrooms are safe to eat and which aren’t.

All of this adds up to a lot of misinformation about mushrooms in general, and mushroom foraging in particular. Which leads me to the main topic of this article: whether or not you should handle poisonous mushrooms in the first place.

So here’s the $64,000 question: is it even possible to safely handle poisonous mushrooms? The short answer: yes! Here’s the thing. As I tell my students in my foraging classes, I could pick a big death cap mushroom with my bare hands, walk around carrying it all day, toss it up in the air and catch it, and it wouldn’t hurt me. I could stick it into a bag of edible mushrooms, and it won’t “rub off on them.” The spores would be more of a threat if I inhaled them than if some of them dusted the edible fungi in that bag; there’s not enough toxin in the spores to make an impact.

Technically I could even bite a piece off of the death cap, chew it, and spit it out, and as long as I didn’t swallow any of it I’d be fine. (This is actually a fairly common practice among foragers as flavor can be an important factor in identifying some mushrooms.) The only way that that death cap is going to hurt me is if I eat it. I have to ingest it, and leave it in my digestive system long enough for the amatoxins and phallotoxins within it to be absorbed by my body. (And it wouldn’t take much–just a half a cap is supposedly enough to take out an adult human being.)

Now, you don’t have to give up all of your caution if you aren’t comfortable. If it makes you feel better to wear gloves when picking mushrooms, put each unidentified species in its own container, and wash your hands after handling them, that’s totally fine. But understand that these steps really aren’t necessary, other than perhaps keeping the unidentified mushrooms separated from the known edibles to keep them from being accidentally prepared together.

None of this means that you shouldn’t take the absolute greatest amount of caution in properly identifying any mushroom and then researching if it is safe to eat. The risk of eating something that could make you sick (or worse) is still quite real. Just know that the risk only comes into play once you start eating them; you can pretty much handle the mushrooms with impunity (rare general mushroom allergies notwithstanding.)

Did you enjoy this post? Consider taking one of my online foraging and natural history classes, checking out my other articles, or picking up a paperback or ebook I’ve written! You can even buy me a coffee here!

[thebetterdevil0]

When Angels Cry

3,000 words. A short story about a Blood Angel, and his brother who has fallen to the Black Rage.

My first time writing something like this. Please enjoy.

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Sergeant Marneo was well built, even for a Primaris Marine. The Blood Angel was already a tall boy before the surgeries, and he emerged from them even taller. His brother Hadrian had joked with him that the apothecaries had switched Sanguinius’s gene seed for Vulkan’s during his surgeries. He was less than receptive to these jests. As Hadrian placed his hand on the console to open the door, he remembered those joking moments fondly.

Whatever jokes Hadrian may have made before, they were quickly put to bed by the sight that lay before him. His former Sergeant was chained to a wall at the far end of the room. Needles and tubes filled with various fluids and pharmaceuticals probed his skin in numerous places along his chest, upper arms, and thighs. Marneo appeared to be in a state of delirium, but the burning black eyes that stared at Hadrian betrayed that conception. What stared at Hadrian were not the eyes of some washed out drunkard, or half asleep vagrant, but the eyes of a killer overcome by rage.

As the door closed behind him, Hadrian slowly removed his helmet, and mag locked it to his side. The sound of the armor clicking into place caused Marneo to stir. His head rolled upwards, and his eyes narrowed at Hadrian. He said but one word, filled with malice and hatred. “Brother.”

Hadrian felt his hearts sink upon hearing the hatred in the word. “Hello Brother. How are you feeling today?”

Marneo lurched forward from the wall in an attempt to claw at Hadrian. He was held back by the chains and various needles holding him back. “Why do you care Traitor? Why do you continue to torment me with these visits?”

Marneo seemed to relax in the chains, but the black orbs of hate in his skull remained fixed on Hadrian. Hadrian reached into his back pocket and produced a small, orange fruit. “I brought you something brother. Mangoes. From our home world. Chauntea. Do you remember it brother?”

The scent of the fruit worked it’s way into the air toward Marneo. The scent only seemed to enrage him. “I remember we ate these together before you betrayed our father. Before you led your Black Legion against him.”

Hadrian was disappointed by this response, but he remained determined to get through to him. “Would you like a mango brother? It will help you feel like yourself again.”

Marneo’s face tightened. “Is it poisoned? I would expect nothing less of you traitor. Now I ask again, why are you here?”

Hadrian’s hearts sank further. Still he refused to accept the truth. “I’m here to bring you good news brother. I’ve been promoted. I have your job now brother.”

Hadrian tried to force a smile onto his face. Marneo thrashed angrily in his chains in response. “TRAITOR! YOU DON’T DESERVE THE GROUND YOU STAND ON HORUS! NOW GET OVER HERE AND FACE ME!”

The stone door opened again. The figure of a Blood Angels Chaplain stood in the doorway. The Chaplain called forward for Hadrian. “He is gone brother Hadrian. He belongs to the Death Company now.”

Sergeant Hadrian hung his head low in defeat. He put the mango back in his satchel and turned to leave. Marneo’s continued thrashing and screaming echoed through the room as the door closed once more. Outside, the Chaplain pressed a button on the door console. A warning klaxon sounded inside the cell, followed by a rush of pharmaceuticals flooding into Marneo’s body. The anger drained from his eyes as the drugs worked their way through him. He slumped back against the wall, propped up by his bindings as he entered a deep sleep. “Brother… why…”

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Lieutenant Hadrian Antinous of Wyvern Squad entered his brothers cell once again. It had been many years since he had seen his brother Marneo, and he was eager to deliver the good news to him. A small part of him hoped that Marneo would have come to his senses by now, that he would take Hadrian in his arms and cry out in joy at his brothers success. The rest of him knew this to be a farce.

Marneo was chained to the wall, in the exact way he had been when Hadrian left him. Marneo was fully awake upon entry this time. He made no effort to acknowledge Hadrian's presence. Just like before, Hadrian removed his helmet and hung it at his side. A faint smile adorned his lips as he spoke to his brother. “Brother Marneo, it is good to speak with you again.”

Marneo looked up at him, but made no effort to speak. Hadrian continued. “I’m a lieutenant now brother. We fought a mighty battle against the Orks on Madrigal. We killed so many my armor was green rather than red when we were finished!”

Hadrian forced a short laugh, hoping for his brother to respond. A glance. A movement. A word. Anything. His apparent lack of aggression gave Hadrian hope. Hope that maybe the Rage had left his brother. Maybe he had been cured. Maybe he had been saved. Maybe the Sanguinor-

“SHUT UP TRAITOR!”

Marneo lunged at Hadrian from his position on the floor. Once more, the chains and needles kept him from attacking his brother. In the rattling of chains and the screams of his brother, Hadrian heard the sound of his hope shattering. He watched on in despair as his brother continued screaming at him. “YOU BETRAYED ME! YOU BETRAYED OUR FATHER! YOU BETRAYED THE IMPERIUM! WHY HORUS? WHY?”

Hadrian hung his head low. He removed his helmet from it’s mag lock at his side, and placed it on his head. His HUD blinked back to life, displaying readouts of Marneo’s physical condition. Several warning klaxons blared at him pointing to elevated hormone levels in line with the Black Rage. He felt a tear well up in his eye as he turned to leave. Marneo called out after him. “YOU SCORN ME HORUS! GET BACK HERE AND FIGHT!”

Hadrian wheeled around, his hearts pounded in his chest, anger flowed in his veins, the Thirst flared in his mind as he spoke. “I AM NOT HORUS, BROTHER! I AM HADRIAN! I AM YOUR BROTHER! YOUR… friend…”

He took a deep breath to pull his emotions back under control. He felt his Angel’s Teeth had been stirred from his gums, and he forced them to retract. “Goodbye brother.”

He knocked on the stone door three times. The door grinded open slowly. He turned to look at his brother one last time before leaving. Marneo continued screaming after him, until the warning klaxons in the cell blared again, and once more he was sedated.

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Captain Hadrian Antinous of the Blood Angels Third Company was a sight to behold. His armor gleamed from a fresh coat of polish put on by his serfs, while numerous trophies and embellishments decorated his Gravis pattern Primaris armor. His helmet kept his face hidden as he stomped through the deck of the ship. Chaplain Relus followed him closely, listening to every word he spoke. “I want them ready to move by the end of the next planetary rotation.”

Relus stroked the head of his crozius staff and nodded. “Will you speak to… him, before deployment brother Captain?”

Hadrian froze. He hadn’t even considered that. He had been too wrapped up in the battle preparations to remember. “I-”

He felt a tear welling in his eye. He took a breath and tried to force it down. Relus looked at him quizzically.

“Brother Captain?”

“Yes. Yes brother Chaplain. I will speak with him.

Relus had his own reservations about his Captain’s decision, but the sound of thundering guns outside reminded him there were more pressing problems at hand. “Very well. I will leave you undisturbed.”

Hadrian continued down the hall to the cell of his former sergeant. The Death Company had already been deployed three times before Hadrian had been made a Captain, and each time Marneo had survived mostly unscathed. Protocol would have dictated his immediate execution, but Chaplain Relus felt he could still be of use to the Emperor, and so he was allowed to live. As Hadrian approached the cell, he had a feeling in his gut that this would be Marneo’s final stand. As he punched the authorization codes into the door console, memories replayed in his mind of their time together. Joyfully stealing mangos from their neighbor on Chauntea, playing various games together with their other brothers in training, fighting together on Talos III where Marneo was lost to the Rage…

Hadrian blinked that last memory away as soon as it appeared. In time for the stone door to grind open once more, for what Hadrian hoped would be the third and final time. He stepped into the room, leaving the door open behind him. He did not intend to stay long this time.

Marneo again, was already awake. This time instead of being chained to the wall nude, he was fully armored in the black battleplate of the Death Company. He lunged for Hadrian the moment he entered the room. The eve of battle always stirred the thirst of the Blood Angels, and the Death Company was no different. Marneo’s eyes screamed with intense fury, scanning the room for any possible threat. The only threat he could identify was Hadrian, so he focused on him. Gnashing his teeth and pulling on his restraints. “WHERE ARE THEY? WHERE ARE THE TRAITORS?”

Hadrian smiled under the helmet. Part of him was glad he wasn’t the target of Marneo’s fury for once. “They will be here soon brother Sergeant. You will have your revenge.”

Marneo threw his head back and roared. “BRING ME THE TRAITORS! BRING ME HORUS! I WILL TEAR HIM LIMB FROM LIMB!”

Hadrian stepped closer to Marneo. He reached into his satchel and produced a small, orange fruit. He had pocketed the mango from the mess hall earlier, intending to eat it while in his quarters, preparing for battle. Instead, he held it up in front of his brother. “Would you like a mango brother? It will help you keep up your strength. You will need it if you are to emerge victorious against the traitors.”

Marneo snarled as the scent of the fruit worked it’s way into his nose. He breathed it in deep. Hadrian thought he saw the Rage flicker in his eyes for a moment. After a moment of deliberation, Marneo leaned his head forward, and took a bite of the fruit. Hadrian continued to hold it for him, as if he were feeding a large animal. Soon, only the pit of the fruit was left. Hadrian placed it in his satchel to dispose of later. “How do you feel brother?”

The Rage returned in full force as he struggled against the chains. “I feel like tearing off Horus’s head and presenting it to Father stuffed!”

Hadrian removed his helmet and held it under his arm. He held his brothers gaze for a moment. The thought of what was to come returned to his mind, and his head drooped. “Brother… I know you do not remember me anymore, I know you do not remember the things we did together, but I want you to know I am proud to have fought at your side, and I am eager to see you fight once more.”

Hadrian turned to leave, placing his helmet back on his head. He was about to exit the room, when he heard a voice. “I am proud of you too.”

Hadrian paused. The words came from Marneo, but they did not belong to him. He suddenly felt his blood slow. The Red Thirst had been dancing in him as he awaited the coming battle, but now it fell completely silent. He felt a uniquely divine presence radiating from behind him. He wanted to turn around, to face whatever was there behind him, but he couldn’t bring himself to move. He felt as if he was frozen in place.

“Your brother cannot say it, but he is as proud of you as I am, my son.”

Those final two words finally snapped Hadrian out of his stupor, and he wheeled around to face whatever was behind him. What he saw defied all logic. Throughout the halls of the Blood Angels ships and fortresses, there were countless paintings of Sanguinius. His golden blonde hair flowing magnificently from his head while pristinely white wings carried him across the battlefield. The face of his dead Primarch was well known to all Blood Angels for this reason. Standing before him was that same divine visage. The form of Sanguinius appeared to hover over Marneo, emanating divine power and grace. In one hand he held a mighty golden sword, and in the other a golden chalice filled with blood. Hadrian’s jaw dropped open as his armor’s sensor suite failed to identify what was happening. “F-father?”

Sanguinius’s mouth did not move when he spoke. His words came from Marneo’s mouth, as Hadrian looked on in awe. “You care deeply for your brother. You care for your Chapter. You care for the Imperium. You are the heart of your Chapter, Captain Hadrian Antinous. You are the swift hand which will guide them to victory this day, and beyond.”

Hadrian fell to his knees. No amount of effort from him could stem the tide of tears streaming from his eyes. A direct vox line from Chaplain Relus opened on his HUD. The Chaplain’s barrage of inquiries and commands were ignored by Hadrian, still too enraptured by the sight before him.

Sanguinius’s face remained stoic throughout the whole exchange. He turned his head to the side and raised the chalice. Blood overflowed from the chalice and spilled onto Marneo, coating his black armor in red. Hadrian watched his brother bathe in the blood flowing from his Father’s chalice, before a hand on his shoulder pulled him back to reality.

“BROTHER HADRIAN! DO YOU HEAR ME?”

Hadrian snapped his head to attention and launched off the floor into a battle stance, the Red Thirst suddenly pounding in his veins. Chaplain Relus yanked his hand from his shoulder in surprise as Hadrian scanned the room for threats. He turned back to look at Sanguinnius, and saw he was now gone. Marneo was no longer covered in blood either, and he was back to screaming and thrashing angrily, demanding to be loosed upon Horus and his legions.

Hadrian took a deep breath and focused on quelling the Thirst within.

“Hadrian?”

Relus’s tone was marked with a single shred of worry, something he often did well to hide. Hadrian rolled his shoulders and took another breath. “I am fine, brother Chaplain.”

“Brother Captain I must insist on-”

“I said I am fine!”

Hadrian snapped at him with a hint of anger in his voice. Relus sensed the hostility and decided to back off. Hadrian looked back to Marneo’s screaming, thrashing form, and finally closed the door to his cell. “Continue your preparations brother. I will check in with you before we deploy.”

He did not wait for Relus’s response before leaving. The tears streaming down his face persisted for several minutes before he finally reigned himself in.

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“Are they dead? All of them?”

“Yes brother. All of them.”

Hadrian’s battleplate had sustained significant damage in the battle against the Necrons of this world. He was missing a pauldron, and his breastplate was in pieces. Saying nothing of his various trophies and embellishments which had been destroyed in the fight. Chaplain Relus finished reading off the Death Company battle report, while Hadrian listened attentively. “…Brother Marneo died gloriously. He tried to fight an Overlord by himself and nearly won. He died in the battle, but his efforts weekend the beast enough for one of our tanks to land a scorching final blow.”

Hadrian nodded curtly. “Thank you, brother Chaplain. You are dismissed.”

Relus saluted Hadrian, and both men left the war room. Hadrian returned to his chambers, and called in his serfs to begin the rites of unarmouring. As he waited for them to arrive, he realized one of his side pouches was still intact, and that it had something inside it. He reached into the pouch and fished out a small seed, with bits of orange still stuck to it. He realized he forgot to throw out the mango pit before the battle.

His serfs entered the room, and hastily began preparations for the rites of unarmouring. One of them noticed the seed in his hand and approached him. “My lord, do you wish me to dispose of this?”

Hadrian looked to the serf, then back to the seed. “No. Have it cast in amber and hung on my breastplate. This will serve as a replacement for the many trophies I have lost.”

The serf bowed and took the seed from him. Hadrian watched him leave, before stepping up to allow the remaining to serfs to begin. As the armor was stripped from his body, and the glove underneath was unfastened and removed, he felt the weight of his sorrows lifting from him for but a moment. While he waited for his serfs to fetch him proper clothing, he stood at the viewport in his quarters, gazing into space. The Cicadrix Maledictum would be coming into view soon, and he would need to close his window. For now, he simply took in the sight of the endless stars, and the ships that danced through them. Picturing his fallen brother, dancing somewhere amongst those stars.

[hermizery]

salvation,baby.

n/a : so we all know how leon drinking until he passes out and getting late to his first day of work because he broke up with his gf the day before the raccoon city incident is canon. here’s my spin off. (feedbacks are appreciated :))

words count : 3k

contains : leon x f!reader, umbrella got the best of his girl, angst,babyre2!leon

warnings : none

- He felt it, silently frightened by the reality that was about to crush upon him. The dip in the bed wasn’t as prominent and no warmth emanated from his right side just like it did the whole night. Eyelid still heavy, he didn’t want to open them. she told him plenty of time already about this opportunity this one pharmaceutical company offered her after graduation. At that time, it only held this neat title in the world’s eyes and minds. but still, the thought of his first love leaving him behind after seeing each other for now years wasn’t sitting right in the pit of his guts, hell she has been the first friend he has made after the dramatic turn his life took. he remembered bloody well, sixteen and behaving like a grown woman, he wondered, for so long what was that about her that was so alluring and attaching beside only being a teen. He followed her, Leon always has been the puppy like type of person. Misery traumatized him, made him reach low points of his life and discover miserable reflections of himself he never thought he could lay eyes on, but never lost faith in the human race, not after meeting with his savior for days, the man that forged his future peacekeeper path. The life at the police academy was dull, filled with shouting and orders he had to follow, as much as he could. Leon wasn’t much of a terror, he was quiet and caring, not fully made for this skin scratching life. but he knew better, he wanted to help just like he got helped, especially when he got called in to get scold about his early fragile score at the firearm test to find the pretty general and headmaster’s niece sitting so gracefully in his office putting in the picture the improvement she made in her biology class, oh how much she enjoyed talking about them classes and at that time,it was more than his little boyish head could manage to understand, but one thing he knew, he loved listening to her tired and sultry voice, no matter for how long. after months of trying to get her attention during her weekly visits after classes, sometimes offering her to walk her home during winter or simply clumsily asking her to tell him more about the book she held so close to herself during each visit, it turns out it was a different one each time. Getting to know her better was his favorite part, never ever in his short lifespan he got so intimately close to a girl, Leon wasn’t exactly the girls typa guy, and the universe would scream to blasphemy while taking a look at his divinely conceived traits. 

It was nice, he enjoyed the warmth of heartful conversations. he got to know what made her act so motherly and warm-hearted towards him everything while keeping on her natural flaws and unspoken esoteric thoughts. It broke his heart, but he couldn’t get enough of her, and that is all he did for the six following months, drowning more and more in the embrace of her own world, one he never heard about but who was he to decline any sorts of travel, a traumatized yankee?truthfully. He came to an end, no matter for how long their conversations would last, he would just stop wishing to fix whatever was broken onto the two, that’s when he realized that the both have been in symbiosis for even before he came to notice it. What she called salvation, he called it love. They have been each others first without the unneeded approval of the world, it felt like heaven being the only light of her morbid and isolated flesh prison just like it felt to her to take care of her little boy. It’s not like the world ever asked them to put them in such situations, but them, they loved it, they established a loving relationship with the world, their world, from the moment they crossed path, at least for him it was clear like crystal. they both have been different stories, but he saw his reflection in her eyes, not that she inspired him to be like him, more like he could only see himself live in her. Leon knew, to love someone is firstly to confess, only, he wasn’t prepared to be devastated so abruptly.

now against the unnatural turn God’s land got hold of, knowing she took part of it and he never wished more for salvation.

© hermizery, 2023. do not repost, steal, translate or copy my work.

[hacksandslacks]

Skin care pharmaceutical companies

 There are numerous skin care pharmaceutical companies globally that specialize in developing and manufacturing products for skin health and beauty. Some of the prominent players in the market include:

Johnson & Johnson: A leading consumer health and personal care company, Johnson & Johnson offers a wide range of skincare products, including cleansers, moisturisers, sunscreens, and acne treatments.

Procter & Gamble: The company's skincare portfolio includes popular brands such as Olay, Crest, and SK-II, and offers a variety of products for different skin types and concerns.

L'Oreal: L'Oreal is a multinational beauty company that offers a range of skincare products under its various brands, including Lancome, Kiehl's, and Vichy.

GlaxoSmithKline (GSK): GSK is a pharmaceutical and consumer health company that offers skin care products under its Stiefel brand, which specializes in treating skin conditions such as psoriasis and atopic dermatitis.

Unilever: Unilever is a consumer goods company that offers skin care products under its popular brands, including Dove, Noxzema, and Ponds.

These companies invest heavily in research and development to create innovative skincare solutions that meet the evolving needs and preferences of consumers. They also collaborate with dermatologists and other skin care experts to ensure the safety and efficacy of their products.

In addition to these established players, there are also many smaller, niche skin care companies that focus on specific skin concerns, such as acne, ageing, and sensitive skin. These companies often use natural and organic ingredients in their products and may offer more specialised and targeted solutions for skin care.

Overall, the skin care pharmaceutical industry is highly competitive and constantly evolving, as companies strive to meet the demands of consumers for safe, effective, and affordable skincare products.

[oaknethealthcare]

Pharmaceutical Skin Care Companies | Oaknet Healthcare

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[giannan04]

Can you please do a part two to the Jungwon one shot you wrote!🩷

Ask and you shall receive! A few people asked me to make a part two to my Jungwon X F! Reader one shot (https://www.tumblr.com/giannan04/760529750415589376/i-neeeed-panty-fucking-with-jungwon-ill-love) and I was thinking of writing a part two, I just didn’t know how much people would like the first part! I’m so thankful for everyone who supports my writing!🫶🏻

⬇️Part one is listed here ⬇️

Pairing: Best-friend’s brother Jungwon x F! Reader

Genre:Slight bad boy x good girl trope, smut. Best-friends brother

Warnings: SMUT! Cursing (F word is thrown around a lot), God’s name said in vain like twice (I’m a Christian 😭) choking, p in v, cream-pie!, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP Y’ALL), oral sex (f! Receiving), choking, that’s about all I can think of.

MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT!🔞

You were always the perky cheerleader, dedicated to your academics and looking forward to college—just like your best friend, Niki. Everyone thought you two would end up together, especially since you were the head cheerleader and he was the quarterback of the football team. Jungwon, Niki's older brother, never let you forget that. He teased you constantly for being a “goody-goody”, for being just like Niki. But Jungwon was different. He was the bad boy who didn’t care about school, dropped out early because he was next in line to inherit their parents' pharmaceutical company (it would’ve been Niki, but he wanted to be a doctor), and spent his time smoking, drinking & partying, and bringing a string of different girls home every week—-much to the annoyance of Niki and his parents. Deep down, you always knew Jungwon wasn’t good for you, but something about him drew you in, even if you couldn’t stand his teasing, low-key flirting.

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It had been hours since Jungwon fucked you (and your panties), leaving you breathless and wanting more. The heat of his touch still lingered on your skin, making it hard to focus on anything else. You couldn’t stop thinking about the text he had sent when you finished earlier, the one that made your heart race: ‘See you in my room later. I’ll make sure you cum this time ;)’

You were now in the living room, curled up next to Niki, trying to concentrate on the latest season of ‘Attack on Titan’ but your mind kept drifting back to Jungwon. The way he had touched you, the way he spoke to and took control of your body with such ease—it was all too distracting. Niki, blissfully unaware, sat beside you with his eyes glued to the screen, excited to binge-watch your favorite anime. Every time you even thought about slipping away to Jungwon’s room, Niki would either start the next episode or ask, “Where are you going?” and “Why do you keep getting up?” trapping you in place.

Your phone buzzed again. You glanced down to see a picture of Jungwon’s hand gripping his hard-on. His dick was pressed against his boxer-briefs, begging to be freed. You squirmed on the couch, desperate to get up and leave the living room, but every time you did that, Niki would play the next episode. ‘I’m waiting for you’, the text read. Heat rushed through your body and your stomach fluttered, your body itching to get up and leave, but Niki kept chattering about the show, keeping you in the conversation. You could barely focus. All you could think about was how badly you wanted to be in Jungwon’s room.

Another text came in not long after. ‘Wtf are you doing?’ Jungwon's frustration was obvious, and you quickly typed back: ‘I’m trying to get away from Niki, but it’s hard!’

Minutes ticked by agonizingly slow, feeling like house until finally, Niki groaned, clutching his stomach. “Shit, I shouldn’t have ate so many snacks” he groaned, wincing. He stood up and headed toward the bathroom. “I’m gonna be in there for a while,” he added dramatically, and you watched as he dashed down the hallway.

This was your chance.

Without a second thought, you rushed to Jungwon’s room. The moment you slipped inside, you found him undressed, his lean frame illuminated by the dim light. He turned to you, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Took you long enough,” he drawled, eyes raking over your body. “Strip.” He ran his tongue over his lips in anticipation.

You hesitated, suddenly shy, your hands trembling slightly as you stood by the door. ‘Why am I so nervous?’ you thought. ‘It’s not like we haven’t done this earlier… but still…’ Your mind raced. ‘What if he doesn’t like what he sees?’ You couldn’t shake the insecurity that crept in as you stood there, feeling his eyes on you. You couldn’t believe that you acted all impatient earlier just to be nervous in front of him.

Jungwon raised an eyebrow, clearly sensing your hesitation. “What’s the holdup? I already fucked you earlier,” he said, his voice low and teasing, as he smirked at you.

“It’s different this time,” you muttered, tugging at the hem of your pajama shirt. “Before, it was quick… and I still had my cheer uniform on. Now it’s…”

Jungwon rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders, clearly unimpressed by your nerves. “It’s not a big deal. Get undressed.” He palmed his erection with impatience.

Your fingers fumbled with the waistband of your pants before you finally managed to strip. You stood before him, feeling exposed and vulnerable, your arms crossed over your stomach and chest. ‘Is he really going to like my body?’ The thought kept looping in your mind, but you pushed it aside, trying to focus on the moment. Jungwon’s gaze softened just slightly as he approached you, his eyes trailing up and down your body. He reached out, his fingertips tracing the curve of your waist. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice softer than usual.

“Thanks,” you replied shyly, avoiding his intense gaze.

Jungwon didn’t waste any more time. He picked you up effortlessly, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the bed; you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. He laid you down gently, pressing his lips to yours in a deep kiss. Yet, as his hands roamed your body, he paused, sensing your hesitation. He pulled back, his forehead resting against yours. “What’s wrong now?” he asked, his tone sharp with impatience. “I already told you, you look good.”

You bit your lip, trying to find the right words. “I told you… this is different.”

Jungwon let out an annoyed sigh, running a hand through his hair. “Please stop overthinking it,” he muttered. “Just let me get to work. I wanna make you feel good.” You blushed. You wanted Jungwon. Badly. You knew he was right, you were doing too much overthinking about everything. “Okay.” Jungwon smirked at your response. He lowered back down and began kissing your stomach.

He trailed kisses down your stomach, his lips brushing against your skin as he moved lower. When he reached your core, he didn’t hesitate. He immediately flattened his tongue against your wet pussy lips. Jungwon’s tongue began to explore you, teasing and tasting, making your body writhe with pleasure. His touch was both demanding and tender as he focused on your clit, swirling his tongue and applying pressure. The sensation was almost too much, and you moaned, your hands gripping the sheets. “Oh my fucking God Jungwon. It feels so good.” You moaned louder, your fingers twisting in Jungwon’s hair as you pushed his face deeper inside you.

"Good girl," Jungwon murmured against you, his voice vibrating through your body. "You love this, don't you?" He picked his lips, using them to suck your clit gently.

The pleasure built quickly, and despite your exhaustion from earlier, your body responded eagerly. “Jungwon…I-I’m so close.” Jungwon’s skillful movements drove you to the edge, as he moved his tongue faster, and you cried out as you came, your body trembling under his experienced touch.

Once he was satisfied with your reaction, Jungwon shifted positions, his hands gripping your hips as he entered you from behind in a rough, commanding thrust, the sounds of your wet cunt filling the air. His dick plus the feeling of leftover cum from your last orgasm filled you with so much pleasure. The raw intensity of his movements made you gasp, each thrust hitting deep, relentless and powerful. "You’re so fucking tight," he growled, his breath hot against your ear. "Already came, and you’re still so perfect for me." Hearing him praise you while he fucked you so good left you craving for more. “Oh my god.”

His pace was unforgiving, his hips pounding into you with each stroke. You could feel his balls slapping against your pussy from behind. “I’m going to make sure you feel every inch," he groaned, pushing you further, your body arching and grinding back against him. His movements were punishing, but the pleasure was undeniable, making you cry out with each forceful thrust. “Yes, Won, you fuck me so good!”

Jungwon’s grip tightened on your hips as he felt his own release approaching. "I’m gonna fill you the fuck up," he groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic and frantic. With a final, deep thrust, he came inside you, his body shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm. The warmth of his cum filled you, and he stayed buried inside, panting heavily. The warm cum and his thick cock felt so good inside you, you didn’t even want him to move.

Afterward, Jungwon carefully pulled out, his eyes still intense as he grabbed a warm cloth, which he already had waiting on his dresser. He began to clean you up and you felt the care in his touch. "You did so well," he said, his voice a mix of praise and control. "Such a good girl, taking everything I gave you." You’re murmured softly, that was all you could do. You were laying there spent, made a mess by Jungwon.

He leaned down, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs as he continued to clean you. "Look at you, all wrecked and perfect," he whispered softly, a teasing edge still present in his voice. "Can’t even move after all that."

He helped you into his arms, covering you with a blanket and pulling you close. His touch was soothing as he rubbed your back, but there was still that familiar sharpness in his tone. "Don’t get too comfortable," he warned with a smirk. "Next time, I won’t be so easy on you."

He pressed gentle kisses to your forehead, his hands lingering on your body in a caring way despite his earlier harshness. "You did great," he whispered, his voice softening. "You’re amazing." You really did like Jungwon. Besides how good he made you feel sexually, you could feel how much he cared for you. And he made you feel good about yourself. But you couldn’t help but wonder if Jungwon saw more in you than just sex.

As you lay there, deep in thought, Jungwon noticed the distant look in your eyes. "What’s on your mind?" he asked, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

You hesitated, feeling a blush creep across your cheeks. "I was just wondering… what does this mean for us? Are we… official, or am I just… your fuck buddy?" You bit your lip nervously and played with your fingers, unable to meet his gaze.

Jungwon rolled his eyes, a smile tugging at his lips as he pulled you closer. "What do you think? You’re my girl," he said confidently, leaning in to kiss you deeply. Before you could respond, he continued, "I’ve always wanted you. It drove me crazy that your little “good-girl” self was too occupied with school and your friendship with Niki to see that."

He looked into your eyes, waiting for your response. "Do you feel the same, despite what you’ve heard about me? I know Niki told you I’m not good enough for you”

You nodded, kissing him back with equal intensity, holding him close. "I do," you whispered, your voice filled with sincerity.

Just then, Niki barged into the room. "I knew you guys were fucking!” he exclaimed, giving you both a stern look. "Seriously? I couldn’t even take a shit in peace without hearing everything! And you’re supposed to be my company, Y/N!”

The tension in the air was thick as Niki stared at you, in the same bed as his older brother. You laughed awkwardly, attempting to break the tension. “Um, I’ll be right back down, Niki.”

Niki huffed, rolling his eyes. “So, are you guys like “a thing” now?”

Jungwon smirked mischievously at his younger brother. “Damn right.” He leaned down and kissed you, not caring that Niki was watching. Niki wrinkled his nose in disgust. “Gross”, he said, turning towards the door.

Before he left the room, he looked over his shoulder, directly at Jungwon. “Just make sure you treat her right. I don’t play about Y/n.”

Jungwon held you even tighter, his face nuzzled in your neck. “No shit. I’ll treat her like a princess.”

You couldn’t stop the cheesy smile that tugged at your lips. You knew Niki wanted the best for you, but you had no doubt in your mind that Jungwon was good for you.

——

A/N: Y’all, Jungwon is a DOM and I will die on this hill!😭🫶🏻

[alkali1]

Testimony Part 1

They thought she wouldn't come. The pharmaceutical company's lawyers had pushed to make her testify in person, figuring she wouldn't physically be able to show up, and they'd win the lawsuit by default. Five years ago she'd taken an experimental, unregulated fertility treatment, and now she was suing when it worked all too well. 260 weeks pregnant with sextuplets, she was unable to give birth either naturally or by c-section, and she was doomed to grow and grow until her body could no longer handle it.

Even though she had been bedbound for two years, and homebound for even longer, she knew her only hope of winning a settlement was to appear, so her partner and care team heaved her up onto an extra-wide rolling bed and rolled her into the court building.

Everyone turned to stare as the doors opened and her carers attempted to squeeze her through. The wide courtroom door was still too small for her massive body, and they struggled to maneuver her through. All they managed is to get her stuck, as her fat shelf of an ass and heaving belly each overhang the sides of her gurney and become lodged in the doorframe. She groans in extreme discomfort as her bloated body is squished and prodded as they try in vain to fit her through. Sweat drips down her face, smearing her makeup, and she gasps for breath, exhausted and overwhelmed just from the strain of being so massively, inhumanly pregnant.

Finding courtroom clothes to fit her sickeningly exaggerated body had been a nightmare, and the only option was ultimately to cram her into the largest, stretchiest pink dress they could find. It was technically 'modest' as it covered all the skin from her neck to her fat thighs, but it clung tightly to her fertile curves, leaving little to the imagination. They had crammed her massive tits into the largest nursing bra available to avoid her thick nipples being on permanent display, but her constantly engorged udders spilled out everywhere from the inadequate cups, and the tight fabric of her dress put every bulge on display. She'd been milked dry before they left, and she hoped that she wouldn't be here so long that she'd leak through her dress.

After several humiliating minutes her caretakers are able to squish enough of her cellulite through the door that her belly is able to be squeezed through. Gasps and murmurs fill the courtroom as everyone gawks at her, finally getting a good look at her hugely gravid form.

Her womb is a mammoth, misshapen lump, coming to a sickening point at her taut, herniated navel. The six toddlers inside her shift in their cramped space, making her moan in discomfort. Her hips, continuously widening for a birth that may never come, are buried under pounds and pounds of piled-on cellulite that strains her tight dress to the absolute limit. And the sheer size of her breathtaking bump pushes her tremendous cleavage up into her face. Every day for her is a battle to not be smothered by her own enormous body. The judge begins the proceedings. She tries her hardest to stay silent and not grunt or groan from the painful pressure and movement in her womb, but her choked noises frequently disturb the quiet courtroom.

After two torturous hours, It's finally time for her to take the stand. She's rolled up as close as her bed can get, and the judge moves a microphone down to her swollen, sweaty face. Now she will have to describe the discomfort and humiliation of her daily life, trying to win the sympathy of the judge and jury...

[moonflower-ifs]

Care to share some facts about the ROs?

Hi! Thanks for the question! Since I received three of them, I'll divide them into three parts, so to share more facts about the ROs! This is the first part!

Ashton: his father is Korean American, while his mother is Japanese; He studied to become a doctor (to be a medical examiner), but then his acting career took off; He's 179cm / 5'10.5"; His birthday is December 24th (He's a Capricorn); Here's his reference for skin/eyes/hair color; He's known MC since middle school; Zee, Hazel and Lucrèce from high school; Marilyn & Maribel since his 20s;

Lucrèce: his father is British, while his mother is Lao. The truth is that his "father" is not his biological father, who remains a mystery to this day. He studied both Law and Business, since he's the heir and future CEO of his family pharmaceutical company; He's 183cm / 6'0"; His birthday is August 9th (He's a Leo); Here's his reference for skin/eyes/hair color; He's known MC since high school, and Hazel since middle school, they became a couple in high school, and he proposed to her in their 20s. They recently broke up. He had known Zee & Marilyn since high school, and he met Maribel in his 20s.

Hazel: her parents are both British, they were never married and now are with different people; She studied to be a pharmacist, and now works as such; She's 165cm / 5'5"; Her birthday is May 4th (She's a Taurus); Here's her reference for skin/eyes/hair color; She and MC have known each other since they were babies, their mothers were best friends, but they lost touch during middle school (frequenting different schools), meeting again during high school. She's known Ashton & Marilyn from high school, and Zee & Maribel in her 20s.

Zane: both of their parents are African Americans, and they recently celebrated their 40 years of marriage; They studied cinematography, and for now, they're working as a photographer, but they dream of becoming a filmmaker; They're 193cm / 6'4"; Their birthday is March 2nd (They're a Pisces); Here's their reference for skin/eyes/hair color; They and MC have known each other since high school, some months after they had become friends with Ashton; They've known Hazel & Lucrèce during the same period, but they've spoken and met for real in their 20s, the same for Marilyn & Maribel;

Marilyn: her father is Irish, while her mother is Colombian; After high school she didn't frequent any university or college, focusing on her career as a singer, her current job; She's 173cm / 5'8"; Her birthday is July 20th (She's a Cancer); Here's her reference for skin/eyes/hair color; She and MC knew each other by sight during high school, but met for real during a party in their 20s; She's been best friends with Hazel since high school, where she met & knew Lucrèce, Ashton, and Zane.

Little by little, I'll answer all the asks and post more information about the game!

[thewonandonly]

23:51 — why don't you get it? can't you get it? understand, they're gonna execute the mother, to elevate the man. they're gonna propagate the killer, eliminate the youth. | digital silence by peter mcpoland

trigger warnings: this extra contains heavy subjects such as strained family relationships, child neglect, drug/alcohol abuse, and mentions of mental illness. please read at your own risk.

it was barely enough time to take a shower before your father decided it was time to shut off the water. so, you decided against it as a whole. the last time you showered was almost two weeks ago, at san's house.

the milk crates that held your mattress up were uncomfortable on your spine, the middle of the mattress sinking downward, making you have to sleep on the very edge of the bed. it was hardly your room anymore; your mother and father's clothes littered the floor, covered your makeshift desk and the stool you used as a child.

you laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling and watched the daddy long legs in the corner catch a mosquito in it's web and quickly dashed to the area the mosquito landed.

in all honesty, in this house, the daddy long legs was your only friend; protecting you from harmful creatures, keeping you company in the empty space. with your youngest sibling living with your grandmother, you were the last one to be left in the room.

fuck it, you sat up, i'm taking a shower.

you crept down the hallway, sticking to the wall like a daddy long legs to avoid the squeaky boards, before you lifted the door slightly so the hinges didn't squeak and stepped into the bathroom.

you started the shower head, the bath tub already filling from the clogged drain of hair, soap and oils. your father promised to clear it out, but, he never did. just like how he promised to take you to the park after you got your new bike for your birthday. that was before he sold it to get his next hit.

you only just started to undress when a knock came from the door.

"what do you think you're doing this late?" your mother shouted over the water.

you sighed, pulling on your shirt and shorts to go open the door, looking at your mother's sunken cheeks, deep set eyes and blisters the covered her skin, especially her fingers, "i was just going to clean the bathroom a little. mop and everything."

"your father is about to turn off the water." she rolled her eyes, "we won't have hot water for a week. he needs the water heater."

"what for?"

"aren't you the child? don't question me!" her voice raised and that's when you knew; he needed the water heater to sell. "once you get into the sciences, you can have all the hot water you want."

you hated when she brought up the future she wanted for you; pharmaceutical science. you didn't want to do that; you honestly weren't even smart enough to do it.

ever since your parents got into this lifestyle, your grades have suffered. you only went to school because it got you away from their house and their fighting. you would eat alone at lunch, since seojoong started living with your grandmother and since san had second lunch, whereas you had first.

you didn't focus in class, you hardly even participated. you weren't a good worker, and you didn't even know how to study properly. homework never got done, tests got failed. but your parents never cared. they never showed up for your meetings with the principal.

and you couldn't just tell the that your parents sold your youngest brother to your grandmother, or that you haven't taken a decent shower in two weeks. or that you only got to eat at school.

or that they would take a copious amount of drugs.

because if you did, you were going to be put into the foster care system, and then, you'd have to work from the bottom up again.

so you just swallowed your pride and told them that your parents were at work, and that you would pass on the word to them when you got home.

but, you never did. you always let the wound fester, and then eventually forget about it.

if anyone asked what you wanted to do with yourself in the future, if you got away from this torture of a family, you'd always say the same thing.

"i'd want to be happy." you shrugged.

it made sense, right? to do everything you love while being happy.

if you had the choice, and the money, you would sign yourself up for sports. you know san and his family would come watch. maybe even grandma and seojoong.

"you're right, mom." you smile at her, as everything began to play in your head; the tears, the strained words, the hospital visits.

because of all this, you can't even trust your instincts. is smiling so bad that it'll cause you to get yelled at? is even telling her she's right going to get you in trouble?

"i know i am." she forced herself into the bathroom, and you stopped the running shower before wandering back to your room.

the daddy long legs sat there, staring at you.

and you stared back.

he was the only one who witnessed everything.

if only he could speak.

PARK SEONGHWA is a stone-cold, cantankerous punk-rock player. He hates everything about the world, and if he had just one chance, he’d do anything to keep the best thing about the world in his arms; you, the complete opposite of everything he’s ever built up to hate.

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