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icybeanheadcanons · 3 years

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I got a lil angsty ask! How would the bad sanses react to a SO taking a blow for them in the middle of battle, but doesn't let anyone know about the injury until their home and collapsing while trying to bandage themselves? Skelly finds the SO bleeding out on the floor? And when asked why they would do something so stupid as taking a hit FOR THEM and hiding it, the SO goes "Because I love you and didn't want you to worry." (you can choose if the SO dies or not). Thanks cold beanie!

OH MAN THIS IS ANGSTY, I assume by the bad sanses you’re meaning Nightmare, Error, Killer, and Dust. This will be kind of chaotic and angsty. A nice little blend if you will.

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Nightmare

Hey, what the fuuuuuucckkk????? He’s gotta heal you, and fix you up so you don’t just DIE. yOU DON’T WANT HIM TO WORRY???? YOU FOOL!!! HE IS A BEING OF NEGATIVE EMOTIONS!!!!! HE DOES IT ANYWAYS!! LAST TIME HE WAS AWARE HIDING IT JUST MAKES PEOPLE WORRY MORE!!!!! YOU JUST ABOUT FUCKING DIED ON THEIR FLOOR???? HOW IS THIS BETTER? THE BEST OPTION? IS BLEEDING OUT AND DYING ON THE FLOOR???? He’s so angry, and he’s grumbling, but he’s still making sure your injuries are alright. If you’re taking hits for him, you have to tell about injuries for fuck’s sake. You’re supposed to come HOME. not DIE. HONESTLY!!! THE NERVE!!!

Error

YOU’RE DYING!!!!! ON THE FLOOR!!!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!! He’s panicked and he’s like fuck, right, healing, healing is a thing. wHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN’T WANT HIM TO WORRY HOW THE FUCK IS HE SUPPOSED TO NOT WORRY WHEN YOU END UP ALMOST DYING ON THE FLOOR???? This is why you don’t go to battles you have no self preservation!!!!!! And that is bad!! Very bad!!! Stop that!!!

Killer

Did he do this or, wait. fuck. No. No that’s you, oh shit uhhhh. Healing magic do your thing. Hey. What the fuck? You didn’t want him to worry??????? Hold up. Let him get this straight. You decided. That. Making him worry. was worse. Then. Letting him know about a severe injury you received in battle. He’s snorting. Okay okay, he’s sorry for snorting, but like. That’s ass backwards. He is Numb (tm) but like he can handle injuries? Please tell him about injuries. If you’re supposed to be in a relationship, communication is kind of key. Like. That’s the whole thing and deal. Don’t let your kindness kill you. And remember to be kind to yourself.

Dust

oH A BODY-NOPE NOPE NOT A BODY THAT IS YOU DYING ON THE FLOOR. HM. LETS MAYBE NOT DO THAT? THAT’D BE GREAT!! He’s slapping some healing magic your way, and asks you what happened. Wait you didn’t fucking TELL him???? WHYY?? You didn’t want to worry him??? Papyrus are you hearing this??? Papyrus thinks you shouldn’t do that, that is your god damn life on the line, you should probably share injuries. There’s healing magic for a reason??? Also he can’t just go back to talking to just Papyrus, like you are the only person he has so he’d really like it if you stayed around. Like. Please? Please take care of yourself and let him help you. People are going to worry, and it is worse to not take care of yourself that causes way more worry. Lets. Avoid worry together.... through. Taking care of yourself. “Papyrus I’m not being hypocritical, I am learning, I don’t know how to do it either.”

#nightmare sans #error sans #killer sans #dust sans #dusttale sans #dt sans #ask #headcanon #undertale headcanons #undertale headcanon #undertale imagines #undertale imagine

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wordstrings · 7 years

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Just popping in to say hello, I love you, and damn I really want to write Accessor IV.

Creative powers and motivations are a renewable resource, but there's only so much to go around per day. My creative resources have more recently been applied toward a more analog pursuit than typing (anybody who likes to sew, hit me up!) but I have not lost my passion for the written word. It's just been taking a much-needed hibernation, I think, and it makes me happy to think about getting back to it after I hone some other skills.

I have become, like, notoriously bad at responding to asks, but message me with this not-at-all-new-and-fancy-anymore Tumblr chat thing and tell me how you're doing. What's life been handing you lately? Has your favorite color changed? Got a fic you wrote or read that you really liked or were proud of? How irritated will you be if that turns out to be Cas' AU double and nobody cared to make sure he had the right coat? Fill me in on your thoughts. I miss y'all.

#blog maintenance #holy shit what's this newfangled tag interface on the mobile app #what else has changed while I was elsewhere?#HOLY FUCK RICH TEXT #FUUUUUUCCKKK YEEEEEEEAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH

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pupsung · 3 years

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Y’ALL WHAT THE FUCK YOORAN IS THRIVING IN 2021 WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUUUUUUCCKKK

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reddielibrary · 5 years

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I Like Things Better When I’m With You

Written by @sourmoist

Gift for @hit-me-larry

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak

Word count: 2438

Rating: T

“Just pick a damn outfit Richie!” Stan groaned for what felt like the millionth time that night.

Richie ignored Stan’s blatant attitude and continued to look at himself in the mirror. He wore an outlandish looking, multicolored striped shirt tucked into some black jeans.

“The chain on the side of the Jean pocket looks desperate don’t ya think?” He tells Stan. He doesn’t expect an answer but still looks over his shoulder at the exhausted boy as if expecting one. Stan looks up from his position atop the boy’s bed, but rolls his eyes at the comment.

Richie makes a whine that sounds like he’s in immense pain. How can he not be nervous when Eddie Frank Kaspbrak has decided to graciously be his date to the carnival?

Richie felt like his heart was going to climb out of his chest and slap the shit out of him. He was sweating and his breathing was becoming labored. In his busted red truck was a bouquet of yellow tulips, and a speech he’d practiced for four days. His car gave a rumbling sound as it sat in the Kaspbrak driveway.

“Come on Tozier, don’t be a bitch.” He whispered harshly to himself. He continued to whisper meanly to himself for around 5 minutes.

“It’s just Ed’s you nervous fuck” He sighed. He shook every remaining thought out of his head, and before he could get cold feet, left for the front of Eddie’s door. The bouquet of yellow roses say delicately in his right hand. He twisted them in his hand, playing around with the weight. He was fidgeting and he knew it.

The bouquet started to stick to his fingers from the sweat coming off his hands. He could faintly hear moving from outside the red door, though muffled. Richie has made sure he came over when Sonia was gone, so that meant Eddie was downstairs doing god knows what. Which meant that once Richie knocked, Eddie would immediately be there to open the door. Which is normal but it made Richie’s heart pound even harder.

He grunted tiredly to himself. He wanted this so badly that it physically hurt him. He hated the lingering touches, the sneaky glances, and all the “almost’s”. He could do everything he’s ever wanted with Eddie and it all starts here.

With that last thought, he knocked on the door. And just like he thought, Eddie was there within three seconds.

At first Eddie was excited to see his best friend at his door unexpectedly, but once he saw the bouquet his face went from excitement to confusion.

“Hey Rich” he spoke. His face still held a bit of confusion but was happy nonetheless. His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes kept flicking from the bouquet to Richie. ‘Cute’ Richie thought.

Richie realized he had been silent for too long and panicked.

“Hey Eddie” he waved awkwardly with the bouquet and almost made the flowers fall as a result, but caught them with his left hand in time. Eddie laughed at his sudden demeanor change and looked back up with a slight smile on his face.

Richie looked back up and expected to be embarrassed but found his heart melting at Eddie’s smile.

“What’re the flowers for, Rich?” Eddie asked with genuine curiosity. He looked over at the beautiful arrangement. Yellow flowers with small white accent flowers put in between.

The question caught Richie by surprise. His hands were sweating all over again, and his mouth was dry. His nervousness started to take over but before it could he did the only thing he was good at, talking.

“These flowers are for you. I uhh want to take you to the fair, as my date y’know. Like I’ll pay for your ticket and everything like the gentlemen that I am because I like you Eddie Spaghetti, I mean Eddie. I just hope that if you say ‘no’ that we can still continue to be friends and you won’t tell me to fuck off forever.” Richie said that entire thing with his eyes shut. It wasn’t as romantic as what he had written down, but hey, it still got the point across.

Richie, with sweat dripping down every crevice of his body, slowly opened his eyes and saw something he never would’ve imagined. Eddie stood in his doorway with a tearful shine in his eyes and hands cupping over his mouth. His eyes had three small lines around the edges that indicated that he was smiling.

He looked so beautiful, that much Richie said out loud. Eddie made a wet sound into his hands, at first it looked like he was crying but he was laughing.

Richie just stood there awkwardly until Eddie came up for air.

“God, Richie this is” he paused to look back at the flowers in Richie’s still sweaty hands “this is way more than I could’ve ever asked for” Eddie said breathlessly.

Richie saw the look in his eye, ‘he feels the same way.’ Richie outstretched his hands to give Eddie the flowers with a dopey smile across his face. Eddie took them wordlessly with a face full of awe.

“So..” Richie continues “will you go to the fair with me Friday night?” His hands were permanently fidgeting and even though he was now 99% sure what the answer would be, his voice still came out strained. Eddie looked up with a smile that went ear to ear and nodded.

Both boys looked at eachother unsure of what to do next.

“I’ll pick you up at 7 Eds, don’t make me wait” He tried sounding smooth but his voice came out cracky and excited.

“Yeah, see ya then” Eddie buried his face into the roses and blushed harshly.

Richie smiled at the memory fondly. He looked down, back at the mirror and looked at his new outfit. A dark floral button up that flowed at his waist layered with a long sleeved, black U-neck. The pants were ripped from knee to mid-thigh, connected to the pockets were small chains. Richie sighed and looked over at Stan, surprised to see him actually looking at him and not his ceiling.

“You’ve got ten minutes Rich” Stan stated. Richie flinched and looked at his phone, 6:51pm.

“Fuuuuuucckkk” Richie drawled loudly. With the commotion of getting his keys and wallet you could hear a faint “Language!” Coming from downstairs. Stan watched as his childhood friend ran frantically around his room saying profanities as he walked out the door.

“What? No flowers this time Romeo.”

“The fuck up Stan!”

I’m outside.

Eddie looked in the mirror one last time. His blonde hair fluffed and primped. Looking down he saw his sweater start to ride up, not enough to show skin, but enough to tease the thought. Eddie shivered, he had to admit he was nervous. A big fear he had was that once the date got going it would be awkward.

‘Date’

After all this time he can’t believe that Richie was the first one to make a move. Yes, the tension had become unbearable after last summer. Two of the losers were gone, so Richie and Eddie have spent more time alone together than they used to. That was when their feelings started overflowing. Though, they continued walking on the fine line that separated friends from more than friends.

He heard a ‘beep’ outside and knew his date was getting antsy. Eddie rolled his eyes at how childish Richie was. He wasn’t waiting that long.

Eddie let out one more long sigh before choking down his nerves and walking out the door.

Richie let out a wolf whistle as Eddie descended the stairs of his house.

“Lookin good Eds!” He yelled after him. The grin on his face was brighter than the sun. It made Eddie have a smile of his own

“Not too bad yourself Trashmouth” the nickname rolled off his tongue without thinking. At first Eddie thought that maybe the nicknames were too informal for their first date, but quickly shoved that thought down. The nicknames were part of their dynamic, plus there was no way in hell Richie could ever call him by his first name for an entire night.

Eddie reached out to open the door but was met with a quick smack to his hand. Eddie looked up fast, ready to fight back, but his fist was already being intertwined with Richie’s fingers.

“I’m trying to woo you here Eds.” He deadpans. Richie shakes his as if disappointed as his lanky arm reaches over to the handle of the car door to open it, and slowly it creaks to life.

Richie bows slowly, “After you mi amor” he said in what could be a French accent. Eddie snorts but can’t hide the blush that engulfs his face at the courtship. He quickly shuffled into the car and is surprised to see that it’s cleaned. The sticky stains on the dashboard have been wiped, every crumb on the floor and in between the seats have vanished, and there was a delectable smell in the air.

He takes a whiff of the air and is pleased to smell cherries. ‘He really outdid himself’ Eddie thinks. He hears a loud clunk coming from beside him and sees Richie hurriedly getting in the car.

“Ready for the best date of your life Spaghetti” Richie exclaimed. Although his words contradicted it, Richie looked nervous. His hands were fidgeting badly and he kept looking between Eddie and the steering wheel. Eddie sensed his anxiety, and did what he thought would help.

Eddie took Richie’s hand in his and brought his knuckles to his mouth, giving each a small kiss. Richie remained in eye contact with Eddie the entire time. Even after Eddie was done the eye contact stayed. They stayed in that position for awhile, just staring into the other’s eyes. Richie wanted to lean in, wanted to finally fulfill every fantasy-Well not all fantasies- he’s ever had. But in order to do that, the date had to be flawless. Meaning, he’d have to wait until the very end to kiss Eddie’s precious lips.

Richie coughed and both boys sprung away from each other like their ass was on fire.

“Let’s get this show on the road eds.” Richie chuckled nervously. Eddie nodded while looking straight ahead. ``why'd I do that’ Eddie internally reprimanded himself. His cheeks were on fire as he continued to verbally abuse himself.

The volume of the radio was suddenly blared out, which made Eddie look over from his spot at the window. Richie wasn’t looking at him, but he could see the smirk etched across his face. He didn’t know why until he heard the lyrics of what was playing.

Deepthroat-Cupcakke

“Oh my god! Can you take anything seriously, Richie” Eddie covered his mouth to keep from bursting out with laughter. As quickly as it came, the tension dissipated. They spent the rest of the ten minute car ride laughing, and yelling crude lyrics at each other.

The Fair was lit up like a torch, you were able to see it behind the locks of trees that surrounded it. Richie and Eddie were walking up to the opening excited. They’re talking amongst themselves while getting out of the car. Any outsider would’ve thought they’d been dating for years.

The fair itself was amazing. Richie pulled all the stops. He bought Eddie funnel cake.

”Stay just like that” Richie hurries. eddie freezes like a deer in headlights at the sudden outburst. eddie just stares as Richie gets his phone out. the picture snaps and richie unapologetically stares at the picture with nothing but admiration. “You had powder on your nose””Richie!”

He paid for their pictures in the photo booth.

The tight space was oddly intimate in Richie’s eyes. He would’ve made a joke at how close they were, but clamped his mouth shut once the countdown started. The first picture is just them smiling brightly at the camera. Second is a silly one, that’s definitely going in Richie’s wallet, with Eddie having bunny ears over Richie’s head and Richie with his tongue out. The third and final one caught Eddie by surprise. The picture contained Richie smacking his lips against Eddie’s bloodshot cheeks. After the picture was shot Eddie looked up at Richie with wide eyes. Richie laughed at eddie’s embarrassment and shoo’s for him to get out the booth.

Richie made sure they played every game, and rode every ride in sight. At the end of the night Eddie held a small stuffed frog named Jackie, and Richie a panda named carlos.

”For someone with long arms you suck at ring toss” Eddie deadpanned, holding Jackie closer to his chest. The night was creeping in as the wind whispered at all of eddie’s exposed skin. “Maybe it’s because I knew my Knight Eddie Spaghetti would come save me from those evil bottles” richie gleamed. Eddie scoffed at how ridiculous Richie was.

Now, they were ending the night. A fresh breeze crossed the night viscously. They sat at the top of the ferris wheel holding each other. Around half-way through their third ride they stopped trying to limit the touching and romantic gestures. Hand-holding and cheeky forehead kisses entered the mix halfway through their date.

“Thank you so much for everything Rich” Eddie say wishfully. He continues to look at the sky, and Richie can clearly see every freckle stretched across Eddie’s face. After a moment without an answer Eddie turns around to see Richie insanely close to his face.

“Hi’ Richie whispers.

Eddie giggles, “Hi Richie”

They breathe in each other for awhile before Richie finally breaks.

“Baby, please let me kiss you.” Richie whispers into Eddie’s ear. Eddie shivers and lets a small breath. Without answering eddie takes Richie’s face in his hands and surges their mouths together. Their lips dance together gracefully in the mist of night. Richie absentmindedly places his hand on Eddie’s thigh, bringing him impossibly closer. They get drunk off each other before pulling away, breathing heavily. They smile at each other, and Eddie brings his head to Richie’s shoulder as they continue to watch the stars.

Not even five seconds go by before Richie speaks again.

“This date couldn’t have turned out more perfect Eddie,” he turns his head to look at Eddie’s doe eyes.

“Would you make my night even more perfect, and be my um, boyfriend” The blue tint in his eyes sparkled brightly, you couldn’t miss it with how close Eddie was to him. There was only one answer that was appropriate at this time,

“Of course, Trashmouth.”

#reddie #halloween event 2019 #sourmoist

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elmo-f-tree · 4 years

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FOUR PORN BOTS HAVE FOLLOWED ME TODAY WHAT THE FUUUUUUCCKKK

#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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bbyygemini-remade · 5 years

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I CANNOT BELIEVE HOW FINE THEY ARE WHAT THE FUUUUUUCCKKK

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lovehelpmewrite · 6 years

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"Baby, it's a deal."

Title: "Baby, It's a Deal"

Pairing: Juice Ortiz x Reader

Word count: I should really get one for mobile

Summary: so I smutted. I don't know if I did it well or not but I fucking love Juice so I thought I'd give it a try because there isn't much Juice smut out there. I was inspired by the above gif (btw how in hell are you supposed to not love Juice??). Anyways, hope you guys enjoy me living out some fantasies via writing.

Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it boys), general smuttiness, swearing (as always)

If you want to be tagged in anything just ask and I'll do my best :)

I sighed out a moan as I pushed the vibrator back into myself.

"Oh fuck," I breathed.

Juice walked out of the bathroom oblivious that in the next room his closest friend was getting off to the thought of him fucking her.

"Fuck, Juice," I breathed out again, trying to keep my moans quiet.

Juice wrapped the towel tighter around his waist and went to knock on my door when I let out a particularly loud moan, my vibrator pressing against my g spot in the best way.

"Juicey, fuck!" I let out in a whine. Juice paused at the new bit of information before opening my room's door and walking in, letting it close loudly behind him.

Just as I was about to cum I heard the door and scrambled to get the toy out of me and turned off as Juice watched.

"Jesus, Juice. What? What do you want?" I asked, half annoyed and half terrified as my heart hammered in my chest.

"I want you to moan my name again," he stated, a grin taking over his face. "And I don't want you to stop moaning it until I'm done fucking you into that mattress."

My core throbbed at his words, heat starting up in my stomach again as the embarrassment dissipated. Juice dropped his towel, his cock full, and thick, and fucking perfect.

I hurriedly pull my underwear the rest of the way off, followed by my tanktop before I turned away from him on my bed, leaning on all fours.

"You gonna fuck me or not, Juicey?" I asked, turning my head back to see his face after he hadn't made a move.

"Most definitely, sweetheart," he said, climbing onto my bed and let a hand rub over my ass. He gave a light swat, causing me to bite my lip and let out a quiet moan. "You like that, baby? Want me to spank this ass red?" Juice asked, punctuating his question with a harsh grip onto my flesh.

"Please spank me, Juice," I moaned, looking behind me to see his eyes closed and his hand around the base of his dick, trying not to cum too early.

"Anything for you, sweetheart."

A smack echoed around the small room, followed by my whine. I pitched forward slightly on the next few spanks, letting out a low moan as I pressed my face into the pillows. Juice pressed the head of his dick against my opening, gathering my wetness before sliding inside me.

We both let out a groan as he bottomed out, his hips pressing harshly against my sensitive butt, his hands on my own hips pulling me back against him.

"Juice, fuck me, please," I pleaded, trying to rock back onto his dick.

Juice slid out of my slowly, groaning at the friction, and the image of his cock disappearing inside of me over and over. Suddenly he slammed his hips forward, making me moan out and pitch forwards on the bed again.

"Juicey, just like that, fuck," I moaned out as he picked up his pace. I wrapped my fingers around the blankets, trying to ground myself as Juice pounded into me from behind. He slapped a hand across my already red ass, sending fire straight to my clit.

"Oh fuck, baby, I can feel you tighten around me, fuck," Juice breathed out, landing another slap to my ass.

I reached down and pressed a hand to my clit, rubbing furious circles as Juice's hips started to speed up and stutter.

"Fuck, Juice, I'm gonna cum baby, I'm gonna cum, oh fuuuuuucckkk," I moaned out as my orgasm consumed me. All of my muscles ratcheted tight as my orgasm triggered Juice's, his hot cum spilling inside of me.

He stayed inside of me a minute more, both of us panting to catch our breath. When he did pull out, I whimpered in sensitivity, letting my body fall onto the blankets below.

Juice followed suit, staring at the ceiling as he laid next to me. After a few minutes, when I had honestly almost fallen asleep, he turned his head and looked at me.

"I've been wanting to do that for a while," he paused, nervousness seeping into his voice. "I hope you'll let me do it again?"

I peeked an eye open and laughed a little at his question.

"Juice, baby, you can fuck me whenever you want if we're going out," I replied, a small grin on my face.

He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to my lips, keeping his forehead against mine as he spoke next.

"Baby, its a deal."

#my first published smut #wow #what an achievement #i did my best with it but i have a feeling its a little less than great #smut #juice x reader #juice x reader smut #juice #juice ortiz #juice ortiz x reader #wrap it before you tap it #ella writes #not spn #not marvel #soa #sons of anarchy #im on a juice cleanse.

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