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Amaury the chocolate guy has done it again

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Hey weird question but what happens if you put two reasonably likeable anthropologists of wildly different cultures together in the same room? Do they study each other? CAN they? Is it like an infinite conversational feedback loop? I'm imagining two dogs eternally sniffing each others butts at the park

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Happy Friday in California, everyone!

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Oops!

Spock x Reader

Word Count:

Warnings: second hand embarrassment, puke

Ao3: N/A

Notes:

I just like the idea of accidentally giving spock a vulcan kiss, okay????

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You knew that Mccoy's response of "Well be more social, then," was a result of him being busy. Not paying attention. But, you'd taken it to heart.

Being alone in your room so often had tanked your mental health. Introverted or not, part of "self care" is letting out your thoughts and feelings.

You can't help but think that self care is too complicated. Hygiene in itself is a fifty point list.

The best plan you had was to introduce yourself to someone. That in itself is difficult. There are too many options and techniques.

It was hard when it was just humans—or at least, mainly humans—back on Earth. But in the Enterprise? With even more races and cultures? Squeezed in? Together?

You enter the lift, blandly speaking out your destination. It's only when you notice the shoes next to you, shining, that you realize you have a chance to just— do this. Get it over with.

The anxiety swells in your throat, and you can't help but think it's not worth it. It'll take so much effort, and if you don't say anything, they'll never know.

"Good morning!" You chirp, before you can put to much thought in. It's much more gruff than you meant. You realize, as you swallow, that this is the first time you've spoken today.

You almost wonder if they're going to reply, but then you see a hand.

It barely takes a second to connect the dots. A handshake! Easy.

In your excitement at the ease of this venture, you bring your right hand to meet their left—and—oh.

Wrong hand. Your hands are touching. Theirs is straight, yours across it. Your ring and little finger are touching the side of their hand, your thumb tucked over their's.

You glance up at them, you don't make eye contact.

Your first two fingers presses against their last.

His last. His last two fingers.

He's male.

"Oh sorry, wrong hand!"

A Vulcan male.

He's Spock.

"Oh shit."

You jerk your hand back.

"The crude wording is not needed, Lieutenant-Commander."

"Spocckkk." You draw out through your teeth, voice high pitched.

"Yes?"

The doors open, no one is there.

"I am. Fuck, I am sorry. It wasn't— fuck, sorry."

The door closes. The lift remains still.

"I didn't mean to—" you take a breath. "It wasn't my intention to—" you pause.

His eyebrows raise, your heart beats faster.

Can he report you for harassment over this? It was just a handshake— be pretty fucked up if he could.

It would be pretty fucked up if he couldn't, too. Damn.

He probably should report you.

He won't.

"Kiss you?"

The words feel like bile in your mouth.

Or are you about to puke?

"That's not a question. I did not mean to phrase that as a question." You attempt to repair quickly. "I did not want to kiss you."

Oh that sounds plan rude!

"Or, er— you know what I mean."

You blink at him. How long have you been talking?

"Are you done, Lieutenant-Commander?"

You stay quiet, and after a few moments, you realize that it's a genuine question.

"You can— you can call me Doctor. And yes. Sorry."

He nods. "Doctor. It was a mistake. It is of no consequence, and does not alter my opinion of you."

You nod, anxiety not fading. You do, however, remember to breathe.

"Can I make it up to you?" Is your timid reply. You find that Spocks eyebrows can reach impressive heights.

"I suppose so. However, I do not see a reason that 'making it up to me' is needed."

You let out a breathy chuckle after a long moment of silence, and it does good to ease the tightness in your chest.

"Okay." You breathe. "When... do you have time?"

Spock doesn't take any time to think. "Tonight would be sufficient."

You nod. "My quarters."

He nods.

"Okay, you'll probably have to add another bead, so it'll fit. Let me—" you shift closer to him, taking a look at the bracelet in his hand. "—look at it."

It's only slightly too small for him, now. He'd decided to use the small glass bead in an elaborate pattern of rust, royal blue and copper. You had used the large plastic beads, and jokingly put an S bead on the bracelet. Baby blue.

"I do not see the point in making bracelets, Doctor."

You laugh. He's been happily putting beads on a string. He'd taken around ten minutes just choosing colours.

"Only idea I could come up with, really. Part of human culture."

You lean over, shoulder bumping his. "Okay, that looks good. Can I check it?"

Spock's eyebrow twitches. "Yes. That is agreeable."

"Alrighty." You gently grab each end of his bracelet, and he sticks his hand out. You bring the bracelet up, cupping his wrist like a U.

"Huh." You huff, scooting forward. "Okay, yeah, that's good. Want me to tie it?"

You glance up, making eye contact with Spock. The green of his face makes your eyebrows crease, but his face stays impassive.

He nods.

You promptly begin tying the bracelet, tearing your gaze away from his.

Once you have it double knotted, you reach over to the table, retrieve the scissors, and grab his hand.

Once you've snipped the excess, you hide the knot under a bead.

"Doctor."

You hum. "Yes?"

When looking to Spock, you are met only by his unwavering stare and green cheeks. No words.

Your gaze travels down, your hand holding his.

"Oh fuck me."

"That does seem to be the message you are sending, Doctor."

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Same energy as Connecticut Clark and Malfina (≧ヮ≦)

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Title: Hands

Pairing: Beetlejuice x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Hand holding before marriage.

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You had always wondered what his hands felt like? Were they cold since he is dead? Where they rough or smooth? Whatever they were you wanted to find out. However, here is the problem... you are too shy to ask. I mean how do you ask anyway.

“Hey, mind if I hold you hand?” Or maybe “I know hands hold thing and I want to hold yours” yeahhhhh. Not a chance.

This is the thing that’s been on your mind ever since the ghost with the most popped into your life. Well more like proofed but you get the point. One minute you were ready a dodgy business card, the next poof. A louder than life individual appears in your bedroom.

Today you had promised to sit down and watch a movie with Beetlejuice. Well more like you said you were going to watch a movie and he invited himself, not that you mixed as you were mostly going to end up summoning him anyway.

Popcorn, sweets and drinks are covering the entire coffee table as you snuggle down on the sofa. The film you picked was Wall.E. It was a beautiful story about love striving above all and overthrowing evil. It might not be Beej’s type of movie but it was yours and he didn’t HAVE to watch a movie with you? Time to summon the man of the hour.

“Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice” Then from a puff of dramatic smoke here he floated. Beetlejuice. Looking down at you, he grinned and started to laugh.

“Woah, got all the treats out tonight. Accept the biggest treat isn’t on the table” Beetlejuice floated closer to you, almost directly over your lap.

“What do you mean? We got popcorn, drinks and sweets? What more do you want?” Now this would be a good time to mention that Beetlejuice is very sexual being, he told you himself but you had brushed as to you didn’t believe it... in the beginning.

“Well... you’re not on the table and you’re looking like a snacc” His long black and white stripped tounge comes out his mouth to lick his lips. A flush overcomes your face as he goes to sit next to you. You weren’t wearing anything revealing, just high waisted jeans and a black plain shirt. Damn him.

“Hush, before I get Lydia to call you back and you miss the movie and treats” You weeny going to so that but it was just to get him to behave.

“No, no, no, no need to do that doll, I’ll be on my best behavior. Anyway, what’s going to be playing? Anything scary? Something that make you cuddle up next to old Beej?”

“No, we are going to watch Wall.E” You pick up the controller and press play. By now he is now sitting next to you and by the look of his face, you could guess that he wasn’t happy happy the choice of movie.

“This isnt scary... pu-“ You cut him off before he could ramble on any further.

“Yes, this isn’t scary and if you don’t want to stay, you can leave but I’m watching one of my favourite movies” This of course shut the ghost with the most up.

“Fine, fine but I’m going to eat most of the food” Beej makes for the strawberry twisters on the table. You rolled your eyes, typical Beej.

The movie went along fine well... well until the scene when the damn son came on. The one about hand holding. Surprisingly Beetlejuice was quiet thought the movie. You on the other hand wasn’t paying attention to the movie but Beetlejuice’s hand. There the curiosity only got worse.

“And that is all, till time runs out” you couldn’t quite focus on the singing as the urge to hold Beetlejuice’s hand grew.

“To be loved. A whole life long” The song finished as Wall.E and you sigh at the same time. Luckily for you Bettlejuice was too interested in the movie to catch you sighing.

As the movie went along more, the more you regretted putting it on. It was hitting too many nerves. Well the way that Wall.E was staring at where Eve hand would be. It reminded you too much of yourself. You couldn’t turn it off because then Beetlejuice would want to know why and then you’d most likely make a fool of yourself and he’d never let you forget it.

The movie goes on but everything that damn song play you can’t help but stare at his hand. You just wanted to hold it in yours. There was something incredibly soothing about the thought of Beetlejuice holding you in his arms and hand in hand. Not that you were going to admit it to him. No way, no how.

Then it came to the when Eve is trying to save Wall.E’s life. This bit always got to you as a kid and it still did but what you didn’t expect was to hear a sniffle from next to you.

Beetlejuice was crying? Well sort of. You didn’t want to embarrass him since you knew he’d probably never be this emotionally open to you ever again if you said something to make him feel silly.

Then it came to the most powerful scene. Eve was now holding Wall.E’s hand. You took a deep breath and slowly inches your hand to Beetlejuice’s. The tension was thick and your hand inched closer to his. Soon you hand was covered by his much larger one. It felt smooth and cold but it was nice.

You quickly looked up at Beetlejuice to see him looking back at you. You were now holding hands. You had expected him to make a joke or say something to embarrass you but nothing came. Only him smiling at you and then turning back to the film. Your heartbeat increased when you felt his thumb begin the stroke the back of your hand. A flush is spreading across your face as it hits you.

You are in love with Beetlejuice and you love being with him, wether it be scaring your neighbors, spending time with Lydia or just being near him. You love every second of it. Now you all you have to do it tell him... maybe another time but right now you just wanted to savor the moment.

“To be loved, a whole life long”

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The Entity calling out the Singularity Fuckers

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Two halves to the same coin

Sometimes, tumblr tags are fucking golden

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What about My Little Pony? Who do you ship?

I ship;

1) Twilight Sparkle x Capper Dapperpaws

2) Sunset Shimmer x Chummer

3) Fluttershy x Discord

4) Rarity x Fancypants

5) Applejack x Trenderhoof

6) Rainbow Dash x Soarin

7) Radiant Hope x Flam

8) Flim x Apple Cinnamon (MLP oc by me)

9) Braeburn x Crystal-Lily Meadow (MLP oc by me)

10) Princess Celetsia x good King Sombra

11) Princess Luna x Scorpan

12) Princess Sweetheart Cream (MLP oc by me) x Sheriff Shiverstar

Any questions, you are free to ask in my inbox.

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Hell yeah it’s endgame.

is natalie/satan endgame?

You see, tbh, I get asked this a lot, and frankly, my opinion on Natan being endgame is

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Full, UNCENSORED panels are up on my Patreon for anyone interested.  You can read Satan and Me on Tapas and Webtoons.

For more goodies, like Natan pics, NSFW, and monthly early update previews, check out my Patreon: www.patreon.com/orangeplum

I’m v active on twitter with art and comic musings too, so if any of you are interested, the twitter account would be the place to get weekly SaM content

.ALSO! I’ve just been RENEWED into the program on Tapas for a FOURTH TIME where I get paid for all my views. It’s a free way to support me and help me keep this coming going. If you could hop over there to see the update every month that would help me greatly. Thank you! ; u ;Your foottraffic the last 6 months has really helped my income!

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Full, UNCENSORED panels are up on my Patreon for anyone interested.  You can read Satan and Me on Tapas and Webtoons.

For more goodies, like Natan pics, NSFW, and monthly early update previews, check out my Patreon: www.patreon.com/orangeplum

I’m v active on twitter with art and comic musings too, so if any of you are interested, the twitter account would be the place to get weekly SaM content

.ALSO! I’ve just been RENEWED into the program on Tapas for a FOURTH TIME where I get paid for all my views. It’s a free way to support me and help me keep this coming going. If you could hop over there to see the update every month that would help me greatly. Thank you! ; u ;Your foottraffic the last 6 months has really helped my income!

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Full, UNCENSORED panels are up on my Patreon for anyone interested.  You can read Satan and Me on Tapas and Webtoons.

For more goodies, like Natan pics, NSFW, and monthly early update previews, check out my Patreon: www.patreon.com/orangeplum

I’m v active on twitter with art and comic musings too, so if any of you are interested, the twitter account would be the place to get weekly SaM content

.ALSO! I’ve just been RENEWED into the program on Tapas for a FOURTH TIME where I get paid for all my views. It’s a free way to support me and help me keep this coming going. If you could hop over there to see the update every month that would help me greatly. Thank you! ; u ;Your foottraffic the last 6 months has really helped my income!

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Pussy Drunk Thomas Hewitt - Drabble

Thomas Hewitt x FEM!Reader

Tags: established relationship, cunnilingus, forced orgasms, talk of bruises, wet and messy, squirting, dacryphilia, overstimulation

Word count: 1.1k

fucking obsessed with the idea of Thomas getting absolutely, down bad, pussy-drunk as soon as he gets a taste

like his virgin-ass being too afraid of hurting you to fuck you at first and getting on his knees for you. he gets a taste, kind of pulls back and licks his lips and you can see his pupils dilate and his eyes fucking glaze over and he just falls face first into your pussy

sloppy, wet, spit slick, hungry oral from that man. his teeth bump into you in all the right ways sometimes. one moment he's whimpering into you and the next he's grumbling and trying to get his tongue deeper and deeper into you to taste more

and it does not matter to him when you beg for him to slow down and how you can't cum anymore. because you keep dripping on his face and tongue and making wonderful noises and you just taste so fucking good, how could he stop??

his arms wrap around your thighs and he holds onto them hard and firm and keeps you pulled close to his face. you can feel that it's gonna bruise and you're going to cherish those bruises for days

he doesn't even notice how hard he's gripping you because he's trying to get all of his senses filled with you. he tastes, smells and feels nothing but you. the only thing his ears can focus on are your moans and whimpers. his hands massage your thighs periodically and when he opens his eyes it's just to look at your face, thrown back in pleasure. the only thing better is when you're looking down at him with tears in your eyes, still moaning for him

Tommy is completely drunk off your taste. he loves the feeling of your pussy on his tongue and he loves the little whining groan you let out when he sucks on your clit

now, when he keeps going and going and your hand in his hair trying to push him away finally falls to your side, he doesn't even realize what he's doing next. it's all out of instinct when his hands readjust so his arms stay wrapped around your thighs but his thumbs are spreading open your folds. that's when he really loses it

because he can get his tongue even deeper like that. he can bury it inside you and find the spot that makes you drip a little more and that makes you moan all broken and needy. once he finds it he abuses the fuck out of it. keeps licking over it, poking at it with his tongue and savoring every drop of you that spills into his mouth

and then. his holy grail. you grab his hair again and moan louder. you're sobbing and begging him to slow down because it feels different this time. he doesn't listen of course. all he knows is you're about to do that thing again where he can feel your pussy flutter and twitch and your thighs squeeze around him and your moans get all whimpery

he keeps going until your hips lift up into him. he stays attached to your pussy and keeps doing what he's doing, knowing he can't stop. needs to keep going to get you to do that thing

suddenly you gasp and go completely quiet. then you moan so loud it's almost a scream. a sobbing sort of thing that's absolutely gorgeous to him. on top of that your hips start wildly shaking along with your legs and your pleasure starts gushing out of you

Tommy moans into your juices and gets closer if that's even possible at that point. he shakes his head so he rubs over your clit side to side while he keeps his tongue abusing that spot inside you. and fuck does he get drenched. he swallows down as much as he can of you and whimpers into it. anything he can't get, drips down his face and drenches his shirt and lap

once you come down you realize he's still going and you can't handle it anymore. you start crying more and weakly kicking your legs out which finally makes Tommy look up. he sees your devastated face and while he thinks the sweat mixed with tears and drool, as well as the tortured pleasure in your eyes is a heavenly sight, he listens to your weak pleas

he finally pulls away and you sigh in relief. Tommy stays away from your pussy (as much as he hates it) and spends his time licking your thighs clean. just a minute away from your pussy makes him whimper and look up at you pleadingly. your legs are still shaking and you shake your head at him

so Tommy whines and starts biting your thighs instead, getting closer and closer to your pussy until he's mouthing right next to it. you're shaking and sweating and still losing a coupe tears when he licks flat over your clit once. then your back arches and you gasp, trying not to make too loud a noise

you know if you moan he's gonna start again and you think he might actually kill you that time. he softly licks over your clit again, wraps his lips around it and you slap a hand over your mouth. but Tommy sees your lack of noise as a sign to keep going and starts sucking on your clit. when his teeth graze over it your hand whips away from your mouth to his hair and you yell out a moan that ends with a broken whine

immediately you know you're in for it. Tommy moans happily and grabs your thighs hard once more. he dives into you again and gets back to his sloppy, needy and enthusiastic pace without hesitation. all you can do is moan, whimper and whine as Tommy makes you see stars over and over again

he's obsessed with making you squirt on his face and listening to your whimpers as he tastes you. he loves the feeling of your heartbeat in your clit, pounding against his tongue

sometimes you can't get him off of your pussy until he's had at least a couple hours of his way with you. he's obsessed with your pussy and a single taste makes him entirely lose his mind. he'd do anything to fall to his knees in front of you

he would spend forever between your thighs if it was up to him

your pussy is his paradise and his salvation. every gush of your juices is a baptism of wonder. you are his goddess and he worships you at every turn

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She can freely touch him

and make comments like that?

The shared hatred for that one particular person?

But also the mutual compliments?

Peak friendship if you ask me. They're truly besties ❤️

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Y/N: Beej? Am I ugly?

Musical!BJ: What nonsense! Im looking at you right now, you're the most beautiful breather I've ever seen!

Y/N: BJ? Am I ugly?

Keatlejuice: *eating a fly* Very much.

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Y/n: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night? Beetlejuice: It was autocorrect. Y/n: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."? Beetlejuice: Yes.