Jan 29, 2025
bacteriophage plush anon made me think of my own similar yet much worse creature
behold the gonorrhea plush my brother was gifted as a baby. stunning work
very cute! i think someone was trying to hex your brother
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bacteriophage plush anon made me think of my own similar yet much worse creature
behold the gonorrhea plush my brother was gifted as a baby. stunning work
very cute! i think someone was trying to hex your brother
behold!! the silly bob!!
why the hell did i choose that background! what! it looks like someone shat all over it 🙏🙏
anyways! here u go, my loyal viewers.
Stay safe out there kids!
I know a lot of people think severe STDs can't happen to nice, clean, good smelling people, but they can and they do.
BE FUCKING CAREFUL! This is not your mother's world we're living in.
Ha Sang-min x fem!reader
THIS FIC IS A JOKE N LOWKEY DISGUSTING. DONT TAKE IT SERIOUSLY.
@iphezx loved it. god kill me theres a Special spot in hell for me.
This is your warning: it gets disgusting. Real symptoms. pure disgustingness. I apologize in advance.
18+ content ahead! (Let's be fr its NSFL.) || oral sex (m! recieving), Gonorrhea, pus, discharge, visible sores, cysts, oral sex with infection, tongue and teeth on lesions, degradation, obsession, bodily fluids, spitting, swallowing, sniffing, pus-bursting, pus gargling and swallowing, absolutely no protection, genuinely unhygienic.
You told yourself you wouldn’t do it again.
That the last time was a one-off, a freak accident of hormones and insanity and too much liquor in your blood.
But here you are again.
On your knees.
Tongue out.
Eyes already watering from the stench.
He hasn’t even pulled his pants all the way down.
The second his cock springs free, you gag.
Not from size. Not from nerves.
From the smell.
It hits you like a brick wall of mildew, unwashed sheets, and fermenting.
A mix of sweat, sex, old piss, and infection.
Rotting meat in a ziplock bag left on the radiator.
But it’s his.
His sick, weeping, diseased dick.
And you’re obsessed with it.
It’s… horrifying.
The head is glossy, but not in the good way.
It glistens with a yellowish-green film, thick like old snot.
Strands of it stretch when he shifts, clinging between the slit and the ridge.
Below that?
His shaft is mottled red, dotted with angry little pustules and pale, swollen spots that look like they could burst at the wrong angle.
Some already have.
There’s dried crust around the base.
Pee? Discharge? Sweat? A layer of biofilm?
You’re drooling already.
“Fuckin’ knew you’d come back,” he mutters, voice thick with smugness and spit. “You need it now, huh?”
You nod.
Eyes locked on the sickening masterpiece between his thighs.
A cock only the devil could love.
You lean forward. Inhale.
The scent is dizzying.
There’s a faint sourness like yogurt left in the sun. A kind of warm rot. A bitterness that scratches the back of your throat.
Then you lick it.
The first swipe of your tongue collects a slick, viscous film.
It coats your mouth.
Thick. Gooey. Slightly gritty. Like phlegm mixed with sand.
You gag but swallow it.
He groans.
“Nasty fuckin’ girl,” he laughs, cock twitching. A fresh bubble of pus forms at the base, shimmering.
You go for it.
You wrap your lips around one of the cysts—angry and ripe—and suck.
It pops, squirting into the back of your throat coating your tongue.
A stream of warm, foul-smelling pus hits your tongue. You let it pool in your mouth before tilting your head back and gargling it like mouthwash.
“Atta girl,” Sang-min moans. “Get that flavor on your tongue.”
You work your way up, sucking every sore, every burst blister, using your tongue to lap up every droplet of cloudy discharge leaking from the slit.
Your mouth feels coated.
Your lips are sticky.
Your chin is dripping.
Your eyes sting from the smell.
Your throat burns from the taste.
And still, you moan around him.
He’s fully hard now.
Throbbing. Leaking.
The slit pulses—then lets out a stream of that signature, syrupy yellow.
It’s not cum. Not yet.
It’s thick. Like earwax mixed with phlegm.
You press your tongue right to the slit, eyes rolling back as it seeps directly into your mouth.
Your cheeks puff.
You don’t spit.
You swallow.
You bob your head. Gag. Choke.
Feel lesions rub against your tongue.
Feel the sting of cracked skin and festering blisters.
He grabs your hair.
“Fuckin’ filthy,” he pants, hips bucking. “You’re gonna get ulcers in your lungs. You’re gonna taste me for the rest of your life.”
You hum in agreement, mouth so full you can’t even breathe.
He’s close.
When he cums, it’s not right.
It’s not milky white.
It’s not even watery.
It’s thick. Clumpy. Yellow with streaks of green and brown.
It coats your tongue in globs, and you try to push it to the back of your throat—but it’s so heavy it just sits in your mouth.
You open wide, tongue out, showing him what he gave you.
Then you swallow.
Twice.
Your stomach flips.
you groan like you’re heaven and hell at once.
You sit back on your heels.
Face shining with sickness.
Mouth full of his DNA, his bacteria, his rot.
You smile.
“I want more.”
You are no longer eligible to donate blood.
im gagging this is so fucking nasty, only ppl gettin tagged for this one is ppl i wanna tramatize @iphezx @gyumshot @flowersandsuch111 @syxoki
What's the most interesting thing you've come across as an environmental geologist?
i’m pretty new to the profession, and i mostly work in groundwater monitoring and remediation, basically looking for and cleaning up industrial contamination from groundwater. i’ve been to some sites where we’ve measured feet upon feet of DNAPL (chemical pollutants denser than water such as TCE, PCE, and coal tar).
most of the coal tar contamination i’ve seen has been around the Gowanus Canal. The Gowanus Canal waterway itself is a Federal Superfund Site, and the surrounding blocks are state Brownfield Sites.
the canal has long been contaminated by industrial dumping as well as combined sewage overflow - the latter of which is the source of gonorrhea bacteria in the canal.
which i find mildly interesting but also kinda funny because my stupid rotten brain keeps playing this scenario in my head every time i think about it:
Partner 1: how could you do this to me!!!
Partner 2: i promise, it’s not what you think!
Partner 1: you cheated on me!!! YOU GAVE ME GONORRHEA YOU STUPID WINDMILL COOKIE!!!!
Partner 2: babe, i swear i didn’t cheat on you, i just went swimming in the gowanus canal!
Partner 1: YOU WENT SWIMMING IN SOMEONE’S CANAL ALRIGHT!!!!!
but work’s not always safe, bullet ricocheted near me. @narwhalsarefalling (sorry for the tag if unwanted) also works in the environmental field and i’m pretty sure they found a dead body (don’t quote me on that)
anyone else in the environmental business with interesting/weird facts/stories please chime in
I was in medieval England and instead of the Black Death everyone kept getting Gonorrhea so in the history books they called it “London’s Cheeks: The Clappening”.
Ha Sang-min is a huge red flag but I love the color red
The Sang-min bf headcanons post by @namsgyu gave me motivation to draw him ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧
I actually hate how this one turned out.. I tried to blend in the face for a smoother look but I hate how the clothes look 😭
Who wouldve won this if no one interrupted?
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