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[bbu-on-the-side]

BBU Tropes Archive: Intake Papers

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[justplainwhump]

238′s intake papers

[Angels story]

This contains (unnamed) references to @for-the-love-of-nsfwhump s OC Thane Barlow. 

Cw for BBU romantic training (including very vaguely implied BBU-typical noncon), kidnapping.

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[WRU CONFIDENTIAL FILES]

DATE OF ACQUISITION: 05.16.20XX 

LOCATION ASSIGNED: Facility 002 (High-security)

SUBJECT: 002238

PREVIOUS ALIAS: Hammond, Danielle Aoife

AGE: 22

DATE OF BIRTH: 09.21.20XX

HAIR: Blond

EYES: Brown

HEIGHT: 5’9”

WEIGHT: 142lbs

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual; known to lead active sex life

DESIGNATION: Romantic

KNOWN SKILLS: Grad student in psychology, management position in parental company. Skilled negotiator. Experienced in firearms handling and self defense. Former competitive tennis player (state level). High fitness level, recreational sports include skiing and running. Sexually experienced, including light BDSM practices (mostly submissive).

KNOWN CONCERNS: Parental business could endanger acquisition; father suspected to be involved with organized crime. Subject's identity to remain secret. [Note A. Nadler.: Appropriate framing of acquisition could prove advantageous; father's means to cause destruction are notable.]

KNOWN IMMEDIATE FAMILY: Hammond, Stuart (father). Hammond, Maeve (mother, deceased) 

OTHER KNOWN FAMILY: none

METHOD OF ACQUISITION: Assisted walk in.

ACQUISITION DETAILS: Experienced combat team dispatched; no violence applied due to cooperation of subject's employee. Compensation paid.

PRIMARY HANDLER: Senior Handler Alan Nguyen, Senior Training Manager, Romantic division [suggested]

SECONDARY HANDLER: Junior Handler Tyler Parker, Romantic division

SIGNATURE PROVIDED VOLUNTARILY, SUBJECT NOT SEDATED FOR SIGNING. SUBJECT REPORTED EXHAUSTION, HUNGER, AND CONFUSION COMMON TO NEW ACQUISITIONS.

CONTRACT SIGNED: 05.20.20XX, 10:52pm. PRESENT AT TIME OF SIGNING: Kelly Reid, WRU Legal Counsel; Alex Nadler, WRU Customer Relationship Manager; Carly Thompson, WRU handler.

ESTIMATED COST FOR TRAINING: $300,000; COMPENSATION PAID BY PROSPECTIVE: $500,000; ADDED FEES: $10,000 compensation for acquisition assistance paid to Francis Mueller; $5,000 for intimate piercing and familiarization with it; $50,000 for assignment of specialized senior handler; $20,000 extra reporting package including video services; $25,000 security fees. [Note: added $25,000 compensation for irritation during training caused by prospective owner.]

CURRENT LOCATION: Facility 002, room 120.

REQUESTED TRAINING: All standard positions; Romantic subset positions; flexibility training; inability to say "no" and "quantum" [Note T. Parker: ???]. 

COMMENTS:

A. Nadler, 05.16: Client satisfaction of utmost importance; influential figure in entertainment and repeated customer. Any communication runs through me. Client demands "the best trainer WRU has to offer". Requested assignment of Alan Nguyen, currently unavailable. Will continue inquiring.

A. Nadler, 05.20: Handler Nguyen will be dispatched to Faciliy 002 after (extended) holiday at senior management's request.

Handler Parker, 05.21: Very docile and compliant, little resistance or personal boundaries. Beginning basic training until Handler Nguyen's arrival. Phase 1.1 to 1.4. according to handbook.  

Handler Nguyen, 05.26: Trainee is excellent actor, choosing path of least resistance. Well-administered conditioning necessary. Which every handler at WRU is capable of. Knows all the moves already. Piece of cake. Not my pay grade. 

A. Nadler, 06.30: Client caused some irritation during inappropriate confrontation with Handler Parker. Negative effects on subject's training time will be compensated by client.

#angels story #bbu #intake papers #alex nadler #tyler parker #alan nguyen

[castielsprostate]

i wonder what isaac is thinking about right now..... maybe i should switch consciousness like in the sims...

#sjonnie.text #fun fact when i was old enough to properly play the sims i played it 24/7 #and im talking sims 3 #it got SO BAD that when i went to bed one night i literally thought okay time to sim switch to grandmum SSJSJSJSJSJSJSJS #after that i toned down my sims 3 intake..... replaced it with sims 4 #i also once tapped a piece of paper because i 'thought the screen would turn off'. it was a piece of fucking lined paper

[tardis--dreams]

I wish i could skip forward to December 23 already

#i cannot stand my own whining but god i hate my life rn lol #i mean it's all my fault but i don't see myself improving in this environment #i should just try to ignore myself for the next 3 weeks #i can start packing up and throwing away stuff i won't need here anymore and maybe I'll feel less stifled #idk #just get through it i guess #this weekend I'll be away one last time and then there's only 2 weekends left #then it's essentially only 2 more weeks because the last week doesn't even count #finals start in 2 weeks already so i should be occupied #i still haven't even started my paper i already asked for an extension for and should hand in in November #instead of October #i just need to start focusing on anything but food intake and exercise and my body and I'll be fine #the days only seem to go by so slow suddenly because i'm literally not doing anything but hate my current state #so tomorrow I'll work on my paper and go running or take a walk and I'll book my bus tickets for the weekend #I'll find some enjoyment in occupying my mind with anything but myself #(sounds wrong. but i guess my problem really is that I'm focusing too much on how i dislike everything about me and need to change it #while the solution would be to simply not care and live my sad little life) #void screams #(((affirmation: i will not cry myself to sleep tonight ♡ i will face another day without a mental breakdown over how Wrong i am ♡))

[opens-up-4-nobody]

I honestly don't know if I could have earned my undergrad degree if not for YouTube teaching videos and text to speech features for reading pdfs

#i just cannot read. too dyslexic. #god. if i could read i would be unkillable. i could code. i could learn abt lots of things #u dont understand how discouraging it is to spend hours trying to read a paper and just retaining none of it #i love to learn. i just wish everything with audio. except i also have issues with audio lol so i need the written and the verbal #i was just watching a video on jaccard similarly for a micobial network analysis thing #i spent hours today trying to understand the code description and then i do to a video description of jaccard #and im like oh. that fucking makes sense its just scoring the fucking overlap across samples dumbass #god bless the people making those videos. they got me thru math and chem and cell bio and stats and r coding #if i lived in any pre internet time idk what id do. not be an academic i guess #bc if i had to read physical books i would cry everyday and get no where #sometimes. dyslexia. makes. me. sad. #my dyslexia assessment says im smart when not constrained by language and time. which is like cool. fucking. that's really annoying #i crumble under time constraints and i cant intake or articulate info. great. rip #ugh. annoying. shout out to my dad for afflicting me with this curse. the dyslexia genes r so fucking strong from his family #me. my sisters and my cousin r all varying degrees of dyslexic #if u ask me to read and unknown word aloud its extremely embarrassing. im like a 4 year old guessing at words lol #i have 2 advanced stem degrees and very low reading comprehension #i love to read. i just wish i could read #unrelated

[chocochococoffee]

ngh that diabetes post got me thinkin

tbh the part that i dislike the most is how it dismisses studies under a rug but i know this is the lying webpage where homebrew misinformation is a go. still, theres quite a lot on the dogma of diabetes and nutrition that is wrong, ESPECIALLY in the face of lots of papers and studies being funded by enterprises. theres no real knowledge in the public of what is good and bad. is sugar right? how much of sugar is right? sucralose is bad? should we use it?

all its a battle right now of whta enterprises pushes on us compared to what the plethora of existing doctors (and there is a lot of new studies too!) will say.

i, remembering my studies in public health and that shit (plus talking with Other specialities than just gen docs, like kinesiologists too), keep saying that its better to get a nice intake of sugar in the morning and then a lot of protein plus muscle strengthening exercise. will it make the sugar in blood go up? yeh, but it demands more energy to absorb so it should help better than just dieting.

idk though. i would be happier if thered be better medicines for diabetes than what we got now.

#sighs #health is in a very delicate state rn #for every advance theres a paper that has been supported by coca cola #id be glad if certain dogmas about food consumption and sugar intake are broken #but we need quite a lot more to happen for them to be broken #dont want reblogs on this because this is just me rambling and i need to free this thought #plus i do need to retake my studies orz

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

Made a behavioral health appt with a new provider because I'm getting new insurance and can't keep sering my therapist out of network and I needed a new psych anyway, and somehow these people managed to schedule me an intake for literally the day after Christmas?????

Like.....I called this morning..... and they're getting me in DURING A HOLIDAY PERIOD in under a week???? Take the holidays out and that is literally 2 (MAYBE 3) business days.

Color me fuckin impressed.

Like this is so fucking quick that I just assumed until SEVERAL HOURS LATER that the appt must be for Jan 26th because that made more sense. I checked. December. Like damn yall got some efficient intake procedures.

On the other hand, they did hold a brief risk assessment for me on the phone before scheduling and the less flattering (to all involved) option here is that I just scored high enough that they were like "we're slotting this bitch into one of the emergency intake slots"

Hopefully they're just very efficient lmaooooo I don't need yet another phone call letting me know I'm too much of a liability to take on as a patient rn

#the intake is actually done by a separate team from ongoing care #so i definitely won't get meds represcribed that quick #i definitely won't get my assessments done that quick #but assuming they schedule me with my actual providers sometime in january i will still be getting care faster than expected #i DO fully anticipate none of therapists like. chomping at the bit to add me to their caseload #my psychiatric history is uhhhhhhhhh #frightening on paper #in reality i don't get the impression I'm an especially difficult patient? #i'm not easy for sure like i'm not one of those young people just doing therapy for personal growth everyone loves having for a light case #but like. i haven't needed a safety plan in almost a decade #i have a detailed understanding of what kind of care to ask for and how to give useful feedback to my provider #i have a lot of effective coping strategies #that's all just.....sort of hard to tell from my intakes #especially because i have all the hallmarks for SEVERE risk except for....you know....the actual risk #like i am a severely depressed person with emotional regulatory issues #panic attacks; suicidality/self-harm history; impulsivity as avoidance; rock bottom ADLs; no social support system; etc #i just.....have simply decided not to die? #so i'm not suicidal anymore and have little to no risk of becoming so again barring like. major physical health concerns #but god #if *I* saw my chart come down the pipeline as a prospective case I'd be like....please god not me #not this time i beg of you #my caseload has enough clients I have to sleep for an hour after meeting with #i don't need another #so like. when therapists tell me they will not be able to accept me as a patient due to my paper record #i'm not offended or upset #it makes sense #it's just also not great for me because the quality of care one gets at places that don't ALLOW therapists to veto clients is....bad #and yes that has happened before more than once #it's why I typically only see mental health care providers A) through my primary care office or B) through a local hospital #historically standalone mental health clinics won't see me as a patient and independent private practice is a toss up

[parveens-kitchen]

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[zs-starwars]

This is so on the mild side of things for what can be a negative experience at a doctors office so I can't complain much but I've never been asked for my preferred pharmacy and then had my prescriptions sent to the office's preference instead.

#like sure this is a short drive away NOW but I am about an hour roundtrip from this area and my normal pharmacy is ten minutes #just the atmosphere was meh #and i do have a personal pet peeve against dermatology offices that double as aesthetic centers #please do not offer me cool sculpting in my intake papers when I'm here for a medical appointment thanks #doctor mention #tag just in case #z talks

[micamone]

one of the worst ways to just think youre dying is a poor diet fucking your day. like why do i feel terrible. oh i need to eat. noodles. why do i still feel terrible

#surviving by the skin of my teef on frozen dumplings for my meat and veggie intake #my posts #im thinking of entirely giving up on dishes for a while and regularly buying paper plates and bowls for a while #and i wonder how fried rice freezes. 🤔 like i already kno if im havin a good day i can make and freeze a bunch o burritos #but i gotta think of other bulk things to make and freeze for myself too.

[pseudowho]

Good Boy

The first time you called Kento a good boy, his mouth was between your thighs on the sofa, three fingers thrusting inside you, tongue and nose stroking between your folds like your taste would wash away his terrible, awful, no-good day.

Your hips bucked up off the pillows against his mouth, and you gasped, tugging Kento's messy blond hair at the roots; "oh fuck...Kento just like that, don't stop, fuck...such a good boy."

With a sharp intake of breath, and a shuddering moan, Kento came down his thigh, cock leaping in its confines, pyjamas soaked and sticking to him as you reached your peak, thighs clamping against his head. Stunned, Kento raised his head, staring at you in reverence with glistening eyes and a pink blush across his cheeks and nose.

"Kento, did you-- I didn't even think you were close--" you breathed, still panting, and Kento blushed harder. You giggled, a hand over your mouth. With a wicked look in your eyes, you tugged Kento's hair, to pull his face back to your pussy, "but you are a good boy."

Kento shivered again, mortified by how sinfully sweet it felt, to be called a good boy after such a dreadful day.

Ever since, his every bad day could be improved by your softly whispered praises.

Between your legs, his back was against your chest in the bath. You stroked his aching length with soapy hands, squeezing at the tip, wet little sucks coming from the water as your fist swirled around his cockhead. Kento gripped your legs, the sides of the bath, his blond head rocking from side to side as he moaned, a low, desperate, gravelly sound.

Your tongue traced his ear, nipping gently, and Kento shuddered, his orgasm close, but not yet there. He just needed something...something more...something different.

"Please," he begged, hips bucking involuntarily into your soft wet hand, "please..."

You moaned ever so gently into his ear; "I want to see you twitch while you cum...good boy." Kento groaned, long and steeped in ecstasy, almost blinded by pleasure as his orgasm hit like a starfall. You swore you could cum from the image of him alone, convulsing against you, white-knuckles gripping the bathtub, gasping, cock jerking warm spurts of his seed into your hands.

Another day, sat at his desk, his head in his hands and trying to contain his throbbing headache, you sidled over to him. He gave only the briefest hesitation when you sat in front of him, your skirt tucked up around your waist, pushing his papers aside. The briefest parting of your legs showed your panties wet, all for him, pushed to the side of your poor clenching pussy.

You pulled Kento to you by his tie, and by the time his lips met yours, he was already feeling fire and spice run down his spine from the intoxication of you.

Gripping him close, as he necked you like an eager virgin, you felt the insistent push of his cock against your puffy lips, and rocked your hips forward to invite him in.

Broad hands clasping at your arse, fingertips bruising, Kento saw a burst of petals and stars as he sank into the plush heat of you. He stayed this way, cockwarmed, as you stroked the day off his shoulders, rocking him, hushing him with his cock twitching deeply inside you.

Your hands worked into the knots of his mountainous shoulders, feeling the aching muscles roll and ripple under your fingers. Kento couldn't help but buck into you, moaning desperately into your neck, trying to stop his thrusts chasing your pussy away. He barely pulled out, just needing to be deeper, closer.

Your hand trailed off his shoulders and to his tie, and you spun it around gently so it trailed down his back instead of his chest. Giving it one slow, choking tug, you whispered to Kento; "you deserve all the best things in the world, my Kento...my good boy."

Kento choked against his tie, his knees almost buckling as he came, biting into your neck with a strangled growl, cum pouring against your cervix, and he bucked like it was his first time inside you.

He was shaking and sated and doe-eyed as he nuzzled your neck, always so happy to be your good boy, when the work he did never complimented him for his efforts.

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[stayathome-ts]

God I hate getting to 4 pm and feeling like I haven’t done a single thing I meant to do.

#I was supposed to be writing a short research paper today but instead we slept in and had an intake appointment #so now I’m here #and I have no idea if that paper will get done today or tomorrow #worst case I can message our prof and ask if we can get an extension #Oh well fuck it I guess I’ll just do the temporarily-isolate-and-work-on-a-project-until-I’m-done trick and hope that works

[flseur]

꒰ 𐙚 started it — suguru geto ꒱

⟡ synopsis : when you can't seem to fall asleep, it's a good thing that your boyfriend suguru can distract you!

⟡ content warning : nsfw ( 18+ ), fem!reader, kind of brat!reader and brat tamer!geto, fluff to smut, teasing, cunnilingus, fingering, praising, edging, blowjob, deepthroating, overstimulation, standing missionary, standing doggy

౨ৎ note : i was going to write more to be honest but i also didn't want it to be too long because it's 2.2k words, so if anyone wants a part two let me know! ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

when it rains, it pours. and nights like these, with the down pouring rain accompanied by thunder and lightning, you’ve always had a hard time trying to fall asleep.

maybe it’s your nerves, or maybe it’s just the sound of the hard droplets of water hitting the windows of your bedroom.

either way, you can’t sleep.

which is quite the opposite of your boyfriend right now.

you can make out the outline of suguru’s sleeping form in the dark, as well as hear his light snores. he had always slept better with sound, and this storm is allowing him to catch up on the rest he oh so deserved.

you sigh, sitting up from your bed and bringing up a hand to rub your eyes. at least one of you was able to sleep. 

quietly moving your comforter, you slip out of bed and try to leave the bedroom as quietly as possible then make your way into the kitchen.

while starting the kettle for a cup of chamomile tea, hoping it will help with your restlessness.

at first the only thing you were able to hear was the whistling of the tea kettle and the pitter-pattering of rain, then you heard the sound of heavy footsteps and you whip your head around to see the cause of the sound. 

“suguru? what are you doing out of bed?” you ask, thinking that you were quieter when leaving the bedroom.

“couldn’t sleep…” he yawns sleepily, walking closer to you. “heard you get out of bed.”

“oh, i’m sorry.” you rush out, turning back to pour the hot water into your tea cup. “i thought i was being quiet. you can go back to bed without me, i can’t fall asleep right now.”

not hearing a response from your boyfriend, you go to turn around to look at him. instead, you feel his arms wrapping around your waist, and his head resting on your shoulder.

“suguru? are you okay?” you ask, feeling his hair tickle your neck.

“come back to bed with me.” he mumbles against the bare skin of your shoulder, where his shirt that you were wearing sagged. his lithe fingers playing with the bottom hem of it.

you let out a light laugh at your boyfriend’s behaviour. “i’ll come to bed in a bit, okay?”

“why not now?” he pouts. 

“‘cause i can’t sleep, suguru.” you tell him. “i might work on one of my papers or something.”

“i’ll stay up with you.” he says, flipping you around. the small of your back now pressed against the granite of the countertop with his arms caging you in. 

“are you sure? you don’t have to.”

“i want to. i’ll keep you company.” he tells you.

“okay…” you respond, not entirely believing your boyfriend due to the fatigue that shows in his brown eyes.

suguru gives you a quick peck on your lips, “i promise, i’ll stay awake.”

“i believe you.” you giggle.

“no you don’t.” he kisses your temple, then the corner of your mouth, then on your neck before resting his head on your shoulder again. “you think i’m going to fall asleep.” 

“if you do fall asleep i don’t mind, honestly.” you tell him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“but i’m not going to.” suguru noses against your skin, intaking the scent of your shampoo and conditioner from the shower with him the night before.

“promise?” you ask.

“i promise.” he tells you. “i’d never leave you alone.”

“good.” you kiss his lips.

“go sit at the table,” he says. “‘m gonna make you a snack.”

“‘kay.” you reply, pouring your cup of tea before making your way over to a chair. “are you making yourself some too?”

“of course i am. woke up without my beautiful girlfriend beside me and an empty stomach.” he jokes.

“ha ha.” you reply sarcastically. “what’re you making?”

“apples.”

“apples?”

“yeah, having some sort of fruit always helps with studying,” he replies. “my mom used to do this for me in highschool.”

“that’s sweet of her to do.” 

“yeah, i appreciated it a lot back then.” he tilts his head back and looks at you. 

“thank you.” you smile at him. “i really appreciate it.”

“‘course,” he smiles back. suguru grabs the plate of sliced apples and places it down on the table in front of you. “here, make sure to eat them all. you need to energize your brain.”

you pat the chair beside you, “come and sit with me. i want you to have some too.”

suguru lets out a light chuckle before sitting down in the chair, “i don’t want to distract you…”

“it’s okay, i like being near you. besides, weren’t you hungry too?”

“okay, if you insist.” he jokes before popping one of the apple slices in his mouth. he then leans over and then pecks the side of your mouth.

suguru grabs the edge of your chair, and the wooden legs scrape against the floor as he pulls you closer to him.

“why’d you do that?” you laugh.

“just wanted to be closer to you” he replies coyly, leaning in and pressing another kiss to your lips. the act is sweet but his intentions were anything but. his soft lips press into you more, making your head spin.

just as you were about to pull away, his large hands come up to the side of your head, deepening the kiss.

suguru bites at your bottom lip before running his tongue over the stinging flesh, asking for entrance into your mouth but you pull away quickly, hoping to catch your breath.

“sugu,” you sigh his name, your forehead resting on his. “i need to work on my paper…”

and though you protest, you don’t fully mean your words because when you catch his eyes zeroing in on your lips, you find yourself leaning in for more.

suguru pulls you out of your chair by your waist, making you sit on his lap. you can feel his growing erection in his grey joggers through your sleep shorts. the harder he kisses you, his hands pressing you impossibly closer into him, the more you squirm in his lap.

suguru groans against you then pulls back, smiling slightly seeing how you chase his lips.

“shit,” he gasps, looking down at where you continue to grind against him. your flimsy cotton shorts doing nothing to hide the arousal pooling at your core. “y’can’t keep doing this to me baby, you’re driving me crazy.”

“you started this…” you reply, continuing your ministrations.

“don’t be a fucking tease.” he chokes out. “i’ll make sure nothing else comes out of that bratty mouth of yours.”

“then do it.”

and before you can get another word out, suguru has manhandled you into bending over onto the dining table and removing your sleep shorts, internally groaning about your lack of panties.

god, you looked so fucking good like this. bottom half of your body bare, your ass on display and your arousal was dripping down your inner thighs.

“stop staring and do somethin– oh…” you start then being cut off by a moan, feeling suguru’s large hands grab at your ass and his tongue slither its way to your pussy.

his wet muscle runs between your folds, circling your clit before his lips wrap around it and he begins to suck it into his mouth.

you let out a desperate moan, pushing your hips back further into his face. you didn’t want to beg for more, didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he’s making you feel so good.

so when you feel one of his hands leave your ass and his lithe fingers dance up your inner thighs, you bite back a small smile.

“fuck! oh m’god!” you sob as you feel him push one of his digits into your sopping cunt.

suguru smirked against your pussy, feeling your walls twitch as he pistons his fingers deeper into you. he angled his fingers to hit your g-spot, making sure to hit it with every thrust.

he could tell you were going to cum soon, your moans were becoming more high pitched and airy while your body writhed above him.

“i-i’m gonna cum… fuck! suguru–!” you cry out, ready to tip over that peak until the pleasure your boyfriend was giving you was ripped away. “what? why?”

you whip your head around, glancing over your shoulder to see the shit-eating smirk suguru was wearing on his face. “ah… i guess you really wanted to cum right?” he teases, one of his hands rubbing soft circles on the globe of your ass.

“no shit, suguru.” you groan, rolling your eyes until you feel him pull you up and turning you to face him.

“aw… m’sorry baby,” he coos at you, his hands coming up to rest on your jaw. “but brats don’t get what they want, now do they?” he says, the grip on your face tightening.

“suck my cock.” he tells you, hands moving to your shoulders to gently push you to your knees.

and you oblige, sinking to your knees and your fingers dance at the waistband of his grey joggers before rubbing him through the material.

“don’t tease.” he groans, throwing his hand back.

you begrudgingly pulls down his pants and boxers at the same time. suguru’s cock sprung out and hit below his belly button, it was flushed pink and had precum oozing from the tip.

you kitten lick the head, feeling it twitch against your tongue and tasting the saltiness.

“baby…” he moans, his breath hitching when he finally feels you wrap your pretty lips around it.

you take him as far as you can before wrapping one hand around the rest and squeezing lightly, while the other one massages his balls.

“fuuuck, so good for me…”

suguru’s hands frame the side of your head, using them to guide your spit-covered lips up and down his cock. he fucking loved it when you gave him head. always taking him as deep as you could, sputtering around his cock and swallowing every drop of cum down your throat.

and as much as suguru would like to cum down your throat right now, he’s already decided to save that for when he’s fucking the bratiness out of you.

“‘kay… baby, shit, i’m gonna cum… you gotta stop.” he warns you, but you continue on and quicken your ministrations. you take him as deep as you can, gagging around his dick and you feel it twitch in your mouth.

you knew he was going to be annoyed with you, but you continue to take him further until you finally feel the stutter of his hips, his melodic moans, and his cum down your throat.

“f-fuck! y/n!” suguru groans, his chest heaving until he pulls you off him. “you’re going to regret that.”

though the look on your face held little to no remorse. you grinned up at him, licking your lips then leaning forward and pressing a chaste kiss to the sensitive head of his cock.

“y’sure? i doubt that i am.” you taunt him.

next thing you knew, suguru is pistoning his thick cock into you unforgivingly, your arousal coating his length. he had you pushed up against the wall in the dining room, your legs wrapped around his waist tightly. 

you looked so beautiful. tits bouncing, tears lining the waterline of your pretty eyes and your skin was hot to the touch. his hands grabbed at the plush skin of your hips, grinding you down further on his cock and you sob at the feeling.

your nails scratched at the skin of his broad shoulders before you wrap your arms around his neck. your breasts pressed against his chest and his breath hitches as he feels your nipples brush against him.

“you about to cum, princess?” he coos at you, leaning forward to press open mouth kisses to your neck. “do it… cum on my cock, i want to feel you…”

he could feel your pussy clench around him tightly. he was hitting all of the right places in you, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you swore you seen stars.

“su-suguru! oh my fucking god! m’cumming!” as you cum, your pussy squeezed his cock impossibly tighter and your vision blurs from the intensity. 

suguru rarely gave you enough time to recover before he sets your feet to the ground and you nearly feel your legs give out. his hands grab at your hips once again, manhandling you into turning around to face the wall.

as you feel his cock sink into you, you moan out once more and you ball your fists against the wall.

“feeling alright?” he whispers in your ear, wanting to make sure you were okay before starting again.

you nod your head, mumbling a quick ‘mhm’ then try to fuck your hips back onto him.

“words, baby.” he tuts.

“yes…now move.” you say, still being able to give him attitude while being fucked out.

“still being bratty, huh?” he scoffs, thrusting up into your cunt abruptly, making you cry out. “the only thing that's going to come out of your mouth is going to be those pretty, little moans, alright?”

“yes, suguru...”

"that's my girl."

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[purpleisbeyondneutral]

Math will haunt my dreams and scar my pencil's mental health. I'm sure of it.

#math #who made it #why is there is so much of it #so much of it its starting to flood my house #my pencil is not the only one scarred by math #the paper also needs therapy #i think theres a limit to how much math you can intake because i stopped chewing a while ago

[vintagexherry]

Gift from Santa

Miguel O'Hars x Wife!Reader

//Smut ver. of this, NSFW, pINv, hint of breeding kink, aftercare, muffling of moans

Requested by: @safixiovi

A/N: i apologize for safixiovi since I accidentally deleted ur request so i couldnt directly answer to it but here u go

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"I thought Santa drops by from the chimney?"

Miguel freezes

Since when were you awake and how come he wasn't alerted?

You smile as he turns around with confused wide eyes looking at you as if you caught him stealing a cookie. You held back a chuckle when he looked ridiculous with a fake beard and full-on santa outfit, although this one doesn't have a fake belly on it.

While you eye his face, Miguel was busy eyeing your body.

You were wearing a robe opened and a deep red slip nightgown with subtle yet seductive lace designs. You seemed to have been expecting him to judging from the book held in your hands.

"Well...." He lowered his voice, and this time, you chuckled. How long is he gonna keep this act?

"Chimney... Is on fire?" he ended unsurely.

"Right, should have put it out, but then again, I didn't expect Mr. Claus to visit." You smiled

Miguel huffs, he bets that Lyla purposely didn't inform you of his plans.

"Well, Mrs. O'Hara, aren't you supposed to be in bed?"

"Well, I would but, sadly my dear husband wasn't beside me, leaving me all cold and lonely." You sigh, mocking a hurt tone and putting a palm over your heart.

Miguel chuckles, dramatic as ever. He put down a sack of gifts beside him and put out a box wrapped in paper and ribbons.

"Thankfully for you, Mrs. O'Hara, I hope this present keeps you warm."

You looked back at him with a questioning look.

You decided to stand up from your place and approached him with excitement. He gave you the box, and inside was a thick white sweater that you had eyed during your walk around the city with Miguel.

"Oh Miguel, you shouldn't have." You smiled fondly up on him.

You gently placed the sweater back into the back and stood up on your tip toes to give Miguel a kiss on the cheek.

"Is that it?" Miguel pouts through his fake beard, and you lightly laugh. But nonetheless followed his wishes, and you wrapped your arms around him and he did the same, lightly lifting you higher for your lips to meet.

His body warmth surrounded, and you and his lips tastes minty and feels cold, good thing you were there to warm it up.

Once you both let go to breath, you heard light patter up the stairs. Turning around you saw nothing.

"Did you just hear something?"

"Hm?" Miguel looked at where you were looking. "Probably was just snow from the outside."

With that you shrugged and gave Miguel another peck.

"Say...." You started, Miguel looked at you with expectant eyes.

"Does this mean Im on the nice list?"

Miguel smiles and removes his fake beard. "Your more than in the nice list, perhaps this year you have a special gift as of today"

"Hm? And what's that?"

Miguel leaned down to kiss your lips again.

"Me."

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You laid down on the carpet, and your head was supported with pillows from the couch.

The warmth of the fireplace doesn't compare to the heat your feeling right now.

"Mmh! Miguel" You softly gasp as Miguel sucks on your clit and his finger thrusts into you smoothly.

"Shh Mi vida, don't wanna wake the kids, right?" He says he didn't give you time to respond before diving back right in to lick a big stripe.

You gasped again, and your hand went down to clutch his hair and the other clutching the pillow beneath your head.

You suddenly feel a rising tightness within your stomach, your body tensed and your legs started to shake.

"Miguel! Im- Im-" You harshly whispered between intake of breaths

Miguel seems to know what you just need since he started thrusting into you faster and his sucks onto your clit harder while shaking his head left and right to give you more friction.

The coil within your stomach snapped, and you cummed directly onto Miguel's mouth who didn't let and drop go to waste.

After a few seconds, Miguel lightly licks to ground you while you come down from your high.

"S'good for me mi amor, so good."

Miguel looked down at you at all breathless. Your nightgown bunched up above your breasts, and your body highlighted with the glow from the fireplace.

Beautiful, that's what you are.

Ravishing too.

Miguel doesn't have the patience to completely remove his costume. Instead, he zipped down his pants low enough to take his length out. Your hands went to his shirt to unclasp the buttons of his costume revealing his chest.

You didn't go too far since Miguel grabbed your wrist and pin it down beside your head.

"This is all about you, mi amor. You better not move a muscle unless it's your legs shaking."

You bit your lips and nodded obediently not trusting your voice.

Miguel didn't waste time grinding his cock agaist you to collect your slick, leaving you breathless. As he grinds, his head dipped to suck your nipples leaving them hardned. He moved up to leave trails of hickies up your collarbone and neck his hair and light stubble leave a ticklish feeling behind.

He stopped by your jaw and slightly lift himself up above your face to admire you.

You didn't expect him to dive into your lips and at the same time thrust into you in one go.

Your moans were muffled and swallowed by Miguel's lips, his hips, on the other hand, continuously smacked against your ass making the place surround the both of you with wet slaps and shlicks.

You tried grounding yourself by digging the heels of your feet onto the floor, but alas, it barely did anything, not when your head feels lightheaded with the kiss of Miguel and the rough thrusts of his hips to you.

You feel his cock drag in and out of your velvet walls, the head of it crashing against your cervix.

He lets go of your lips to release a grunt.

Meanwhile, you're busy trying to stifle your moans by turning your head to the side and squishing your head further into the pillow.

"S'tight... 9 years of marriage and.... A-and still tight f'me huh?" he grunts.

You couldn't reply properly but Miguel could careless.

Suddenly, you feel the familiar tightness around your stomach, your legs shaking, and your lungs breathless.

"Mmmm- Miguel! I-" You tried warning him, but before you could finish your sentence, a hand suddenly went and covered your mouth.

"Mmhm!"

"Shhshh, just come for me, love, just co- ugh." Miguel grunted as his pace stuttered and became desperate. The wet smacks sound louder than ever his breathing got heavy but his gripped on your jaw go covered your mouth never faltered.

Your hands went to grab onto him, mainly his shirt and with it Miguel dipped his head into your shoulders to muffle himself and continued thrusting faster and faster until..

"Hgrk!- Fuck!"

"MMhm!"

The coil snapped and Miguel felt your walls tightened around his making him unload his cum into you in large spurts.

You feel warmth spread in you and can't help but roll your eyes back, your legs are tensed and shaking, and Miguel held himself up to avoid crushing you.

You don't know how long it felt, but you and Miguel finally caught your breath and he let go of your mouth.

"That... haa... Was amazing as always mi amor." Miguel says as he kisses your forehead.

"Mmm yea..." You replied, your head still feels high from your orgasm and Miguel smiles.

After a second of catching his breath, he carefully pulled out and watched as his cum dripped out of your walls and before it could hit the carpet, Miguel gathered it with his finger and slipped it back in making you whimper from your sensitivity.

After a while, he put back your panties and pulled down your nightgown back in place while he zipz back his pants.

Miguel didn't waste time carrying you bridal style up to your and Miguel's bedroom.

He made sure to make breakfast for the kids tomorrow.

The End

#atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel x you #spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse #wife #miguel smut #smut #santa

[quantumfeat72]

for the past few years i’ve had a personal rule that i do not sign anything i haven’t read - mostly because i genuinely think it’s a good idea, but also as a kind of social experiment - and i wanna share some observations

when i worked at an amusement park, i was one of like two or three people in a group of around twenty young adults who read the employment contract

i gave up on reading every TOS and privacy policy early on - now i only read them if it’s a website or company i’ll be giving personal information to (and even then i only skim them) - but i’ve never found anything super suspect in one

i also have an exception for when i’m made to feel like i’d be an asshole for stopping to read something. notable examples of this going into effect include the patient-intake paperwork at the ER when i went in a few months ago. (i really wish i’d just gone ahead and been the asshole in that situation, even though i have no reason to think there was anything bad in it)

i think the only time i was the only one to read something that the people who gave it to us actually wanted us to read was the waiver at a cat café, which included a lot of safety information about how to interact with the cats

one time i was approached by a guy with a petition who told me it was an anti-fracking petition (which was a real petition that was going around at the time), but the paper he handed me was a petition to instate a “citizenship requirement” for voting. i pointed this out to him and he tried to convince me that even though that’s what it said, it’s not really what my signature meant, and then named the university he graduated from as though it gave him some level of extra credibility??

i have more than once been given a HIPPA form at a doctor’s office where my signature certifies that i’ve been offered a copy of their privacy practices, when i had not, in fact, been offered a copy of their privacy practices. the last time this happened, the receptionist didn’t actually have a copy of their privacy practices, and had to get me to me sign it several days later once she got a copy from her manager

99% of people are very accommodating when you tell them “i want to read this before i sign it,” but it’s never what they’re expecting

on a related note, if someone thinks it’s important that you know what’s in something they’re giving you to sign, they won’t wait for you to read it - they’ll go through, point to each section, and tell you what it says. this is what happened when i signed my lease, and it’s actually a pretty common instance of using my asshole exception, because then i feel like i’m calling the person a liar if i stop to read it myself

the moral of the story is... like... we treat a signature like it’s the absolute most surefire way of saying “yes i understand this and agree to it,” but in practice there’s not even a pretense that a signature means you’ve READ whatever you’re signing. in fact, handing someone a piece of paper and saying “sign here” is one of the LEAST effective ways to make sure they understand and agree to something, and PEOPLE KNOW THIS, and we do it ANYWAY because what else are we gonna do? notarize it??

i don’t have a solution but like. that’s kinda fucked up, you know?

#mine #i didn't realize i had this many things to say about it until i had it all written out #but like #read your contracts guys #i know it sucks but its important #100 notes #500 notes #1000 notes #5000 notes