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giggly-squiggily · 2 months

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{Candy Heart Prompts: OFFICIALLY CLOSED!}

Heyo! So long story short- I accidentally deleted the candy heart prompt ask for this one- my apologies anon! I hope you like it all the same!

Nagito x Reader:

Bestie: "Hold still! You're so squirmy!"

“AH!” Nagito yelped, arching some and reaching for his back. “Something’s in my shirt!”

“Huh?” You blinked, watching him frantically try and catch whatever was running along his back. “Calm down, it’s probably a bug.”

“It’s too big to be a buuhuhg! Ehehehe, it tihihiihckles!” Nagito cried, starting to giggle. “Hehehlp me!”

“I’m here.” You tsked, trying not to laugh at his reaction. Coming to his aid, you felt along his back, trying to find said culprit. “Hold still- you’re so squirmy!”

“I chahahan’t! It tiiihihihckles! Ehehheheh, whahahtch your hahahahnds!” Your boyfriend twitched and danced as you and whatever was lose in his shirt tickled him endlessly, cheeks flushing a bright pink as he pressed his arms against his sides. “Chahahahtch ihiihihit!”

“I’m working on it!” Feeling around wasn’t working- time for the big guns. You stuck your hands up his shirt and jacket, making him squeak. “Sorry- cold hands.”

“Lihiiihhittle lahahahte with the whahahrning- ehehehehehe!” This time you intentionally tickled him, pinching his sides. “Iihihih’m shahahry, stahahahp!”

“You better be- oh?” When you went to search more, you felt something soft brush your hand. Gathering it up, you pulled your arms out to reveal..

“Cham-P!” You smiled down at the chubby ham-deva, petting its fur with your finger as Nagito doubled over before you, gasping for air. “There you are- did you get lost from Gundham? Oh, I bet he’s worried about you, little guy!”

“Hhoohohw..hohohoow’d he gehehet in my shihihirt?” Nagito wheezed through tired giggles, watching you coo at the small creature.

“Probably from your hoodie. You know how these little guys are.” Putting Cham-P on your shoulder, you took your boyfriend’s hand, pulling him along. “Let’s go bring him home. Maybe Gundam will put a protective spell on us as a reward.”

“A protective spell, huh?” Nagito mused, leaning closer to you as he wrapped his arm around your waist. “Think it’ll protect me from future tickle attacks?”

“You wish.” You poked his side, making him jump and giggle.

#Candy Heart Valentine Event #chve2k24 #tickle #tickle dabble #Nagito x reader #reader #nagito komaeda #fluff #sdr2 #danganronpa #I don't know if I got the correct sentence starter or not #I'm pretty sure it was bestie?#And the prompt was left open so I just picked one at random #Apologies if this is incorrect!

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incorrectsmashbrosquotes · 1 year

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Shulk: Ok, I figured out what's really going on and I've determined that the stage builder warps actually only affect inanimate objects.

Shulk: So we'll be fine as long as no one teleports anymore items.

Sora: Question.

Shulk: What's your question, Sora?

Sora: I teleported items.

Shulk: ... How many?

Sora: I've done nothing but teleport items for three days. :)

#incorrect quotes #smash bros #submission #source: Expiration Date Tf2 #give or take the opener #incorrect super smash bros #super smash bros #Shulk #Sora #Xenoblade Chronicles #Kingdom Hearts

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phieillydinyia · 3 months

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Adrien: [desperately trying to explain to Nino that he's a sentibeing] okay so the thing is... Me, Félix, and Kagami-- we're all a little different from everyone else

Nino: oh?

Adrien: I'm technically not a ‘real’ human

Nino: ...huh?

Adrien: wait no I mean, I am! I am a real human! I just mean that I was created through, uh.... non-natural circumstances

Nino:

Nino: oh my god

Nino: I was a test-tube baby too!

Adrien:

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous Ladybug incorrect quotes #adrien agreste #nino lahiffe #ml #miraculous #Sentimonster Adrien agreste #Lowkey inspired by Buggachat's story Open My Eyes #Adrien's finally spilling all his secrets #He doesn't have the heart to tell Nino he's got the wrong idea so Adrien just starts inviting him to all the senti-parties #as an honorary sentibeing

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belladonazeppole · 2 years

Conversation

Law: This food is too hot... I cant eat it.

Penguin: You’re very hot, and I still eat you.

Everyone at the table: *silence*

Shachi: YOU GUYS ARE DISGUSTING!

Ikkaku: One dinner... I just want ONE DINNER!

Uni, covers Bepo ears: Why in front of Bepo?!

Hakugan: I expect nothing and I'm still let down.

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myglassesareinkansas · 9 months

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Ethan, noticing Bryce order a daiquiri: That’s a girl’s drink

Bryce, sipping his fruity drink that comes in a pineapple and with a cute little umbrella: Okay ethan. Enjoy your 5% bread flavored soda. I’m drinking a fruit smoothie that’ll have me fucked up beyond recognition in 15 minutes. It’s called efficiency

#bryce lahela #anti ethan ramsey #open heart choices #incorrect open heart quotes #source: twitter #(now known as x)#i know ethan’s obsessed with scotch but still #prolly tastes like medicine

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mydemonsdrivealimo · 11 months

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incorrect quotes w bryce and jensen (and a special feature from aliyah)!!

(these are from all over the place btw)

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jensen: if i ask you a question can you give me a non-irritating answer?

bryce: oh, fun

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bryce: what's your body count?

jensen: do you mean murder or sex?

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*running on 2 hours of sleep waiting for their flight home fr vacation*

jensen, leaning over: excuse me sir--

bryce: *already wheezing laughing*

jensen leaning over again: *starts laughing before he can talk, which makes bryce laugh again*

jensen, trying a third time: we've been trying to reach you about your cars extended--

both: *wheezing crying uncontrollable laughter*

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jensen: when i get murdered, can you make sure i become an unsolved case?

bryce: what?

jensen: i want to be on buzzfeed unsolved

bryce: can we go back to the part when you said "when i get murdered"?

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bryce: why do you have a jojo siwa backpack?

jensen: why are you such a fucking bitch?

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jensen: if you're going to make a scene can you wait until i get back?

bryce: well obviously, i can't flip this table all by myself

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interviewer: what about your lyrics, what are you trying to say in them?

aliyah: nothin. shit to piss old white people off like you

#bryce lahela × jensen valentine #aliyah #jensen valentine #bryce lahela #open heart #incorrect quotes

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every-dayiwakeup · 2 years

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Steve: *is late by 1 minute to pick up Billy for their date*

Billy: Well good for you, you look happy and healthy-

Steve: *eats the last donut*

Billy: I miss the days when I was young and naive.

Steve: YOURE STILL YOUNG AND STUPID.

Billy: I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE WHEN YOU WALKED IN

Steve: *walks out*

Billy: I got my driver's license last week

Robin: So you're the douchebag who nearly t boned me huh

Tags

@emeraldwitches

@geormenia

@hardestgrove

@whoringrove

@harringroveho

@ouizzyharringrove

@wixterirox

@can-i-ship-in-queering-peace

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socalwriterbee · 1 year

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Incorrect Quotes

A little fun this Saturday Evening. Thanks for the tag @peonierose

Used this generator for the quotes.

Open Heart

Ethan: Tessa, can you help me? All of my clothes keep disappearing for some reason.  Tessa (wearing a hoodie that's 5 times bigger than their size) : Spooky.

Ethan: I have a new hoodie.

Tessa: Wrong.  Tessa: We have a new hoodie.

The Nanny Affair

Sam: *texting* Hey can you pick me up I’m drunk.  Sam: Oh you don't have to anymore. I'm home now.  Marie: Yes, I'm aware of that after dropping you off at home.

The next day

Sam: I wasn’t that drunk.  Marie: You colored my face with a highlighter because you said I was important.  Sam: BECAUSE YOU ARE!

#the nanny affair #choices tna #choices open heart #choices sam dalton #ethan ramsey #choices stories you play #incorrect quote #ethan x tessa #marie castro x sam dalton

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a-cloud-for-dreams · 9 months

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Colt *wrapping an arm around Lyra's waist and resting his head on hers*: Hmm, you're hot Lyra *trying to study*: Do you really think now is the best time to flirt? Colt: I meant you have a fever but it's always the right time to flirt with you, Sweetheart Lyra: *blushes*

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Lyra *Placing a Hand on His Forehead*: Omg Nik you're so hot! What happened? Nik *Mumbling*: Years of trauma Nik: ...

Nik: Wait, are you flirting with me, Rook?

Lyra *Gasps*: N-No! I didn't mean that. Not to say that you aren't hot! Uhm- Yeah I'm not making it better am I? Nik *Smiling*: Not at all, but this is very entertaining for me

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Bryce *Mumbling Into Chandini's Shoulder*: You know you're like the hottest person at Edenbrook, right? Along with me of course Chandini: ... I have a fever, darling, but thank you

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Tobias *Checking Ethan's Temperature*: I didn't know Doctors could be this hot... Ethan: Are you talking about my temperature or complimenting me? Tobias: Why can't it be both? ;) Ethan *Hides Blush*: I suppose I can't argue with you on that

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choices-addict · 1 month

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Ethan: "I didn't get the shopping."

OH MC: "What? Why not?"

Ethan: "Because I had a row, in the shop, with a chip and pin machine!"

#playchoices #choices #pixelberry #mc #incorrect quotes #incorrect playchoices quotes #incorrect choices quotes #source: sherlock #open heart #open heart mc #incorrect open heart quotes #ethan x mc #ethan ramsey

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saintfourr · 2 years

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Open Heart Incorrect Quotes

MC: Ethan says he would have liked to have known me when we were younger but I don't.

Ethan: Why not?

MC: When you graduated from high school I was just starting it!

#playchoices #choices #open heart mc #open heart ethan #incorrect quotes

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luvrxbunny · 8 months

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fangs

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader

Summary: You see Miguel’s fangs for the first time.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, fangs, very minimal self-doubt, cum in pants (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 1.9k

A/N: I used google translate for the spanish so if anything is incorrect im sorry

‘Your package was delivered’

Your face brightens at the notification as you hop out of bed and rush to the front door. When you open it you’re met with the broad, muscular back of your boyfriend, Miguel O’Hara.

“Miggy?” You say with a laugh. “What are you doing out here? Oh my god, are you my package?!” You’re hunched over, laughing at your own joke as Miguel stands from his seated position, casting his large shadow over you.

“Hi, amor.” He places a kiss on your forehead and walks in. “How has your day been?” He asks as he strips off his suit top and walks to the bedroom but you don’t answer, still wondering about something.

“Why were you just sitting out there?” You ask while closing the front door and taking your slippers off. Miguel hasn’t said anything, letting a long pause draw out before answering.

“I was calming down.” He comes back out in a t-shirt that’s tighter than it needs to be and some gray sweatpants.

“The fight was pretty intense, a little demanding y’know? So I just wanted to- I wanted to calm down before coming inside… But how was your day?” You don’t let the subject change, still confused with his statement.

There have been plenty of times when Miguel would burst in, still aggressive and amped up from the latest fight, adrenaline still coursing through him. The first time it happened you were a little scared of course, you’d never seen him like that, eyes clouded with violence, his claws out in the air and threatening, with a deep scowl on his face. But that was a long time ago.

You’ve mastered the art of turning him from Spider-Man to Miggy. You learned it quite some time ago, which just furthers your confusion from his response. He’s rummaging through the cabinets, muttering about how he’s starving and you realize he hasn’t met your gaze since you found him which is incredibly unlike him.

“Miguel, is that the truth? I mean- You’ve come in all amped up before so…” You trail off as Miguel freezes in the kitchen before sighing and running a hand through his hair. He closes the cabinet gently and turns to you, eyes cast downward before meeting yours. He takes another breath and walks to you. “It’s the technical truth uh… The whole truth is that my fangs were out and… I just- I don’t want you to see them.” He finishes his sentence and walks past you, to the bathroom and closes the door.

You stand at the entrance to the kitchen in a stupor as you process his words and go chasing after him. You’re pounding on the bathroom door, begging him to let you see them, to let you kiss him with them out, and every other thought that comes to your mind, hoping it lightens the situation. You stop pounding after a few minutes, arms growing tired and getting a little embarrassed at his silence. You make your way over to the couch as you wait for him.

You think about what he said, that he doesn’t want you to see his fangs and you feel a little pang of hurt in your heart that ripples through your body.

He doesn’t want me to see them? Why though… Does he think I won’t like them? Does he think my opinion of him will change or something? I love him though, doesn’t he understand that?? Maybe it’s something super intimate, maybe he just doesn’t feel enough for me, for him to expose himself like that. Maybe he doesn’t trust me enough to be that vulnerable, to give all of him to me…

Your thoughts turn your mood sour as Miguel finally emerges from the bathroom, teeth brushed and face newly washed. “I don’t want to show them to you.” The words strike your heart again as you nod your head at him, not even looking up at him as you fall into your negative thoughts. He watches you stare into the carpet, obviously deep in thought but you look sad.

“You okay, hermosa?” He wipes his hands in the towel around his neck as he sits beside you on the couch. You don’t hear him, too inside your own head, leaving him ignored. He watches you for a bit before grabbing one of your thighs and turning your body to face him, knocking you out of your trance. You have a deep, heartbreaking expression on your face that you quickly mask with happiness when your eyes meet his. “I asked if you were okay, baby.”

“Oh! Y-yeah! Yeah, I’m fine, sorry.” You giggle at him but it sounds hollow, making him guilty. He already knows why, he knows how your mind works, he knows how you think. He pulls you in, one leg is extended past him and the other is folded on the couch, touching his leg, your face a few inches from his.

“Mi cariño, no tiene nada to do with you, okay? Nothing. I just-” He emphasizes ‘nothing’, willing you to believe him. He’s absently rubbing your calf as he tries to piece together what he wants to say. “They’re weapons. I feel like… I don't think I want you to see that… A part of me that’s a weapon. You look at me like… como si fuera tu todo, like I hung the stars… I love that and I don’t want it to change. Nunca quiero que eso cambie.” His eyes are looking at your calf, how his hand wraps around it instead of you.

(“My love, it has nothing to do with you okay?” “...like I'm your everything…” “I never want that to change.” )

If he had been looking at you he would’ve seen the look of utter disbelief that rested on your face. You put your hand over his and pull yourself closer to him, placing a kiss on his forehead before speaking. “Miguel, I look at you that way because, despite the way you feel about yourself, I believe that you deserve every good thing the world has to offer. I want you to know that you don’t have to show them to me if you really don’t want to but be aware… I will love you for the rest of my life.. and there is nothing that can change that, my feelings for you literally cannot decrease.”

He stays silent, avoiding your gaze still but you let him. You know that expressing himself is hard for him and hearing people speak positively to him is even harder. You giggle softly at his silence and place another kiss on his head. You’re about to get up from the couch when he pulls you back in, pressing his lips to yours with a bruising intensity that has a fire starting up in your stomach. Your lips part for him as he sighs into you, his hand grips your hair and he grunts as you feel something push against your mouth. He’s breathing faster, kissing you more passionately as you try to pull away.

Eventually, you break from his grasp and try to look at him but he’s already turned from you. You want to protest but don’t want to push him. You bring one of your hands to rest at his nape, playing with some of the hairs there, trying to soothe him. You’re about to tell him that he doesn’t need to turn away, you can leave until he’s calmed down but he turns to you. His mouth is shut but his eyes are so fragile, like they’re pleading with you to be gentle. He holds your eye contact for a bit before opening his mouth in a smile-grimace expression.

A gasp slips from your mouth and your hands come up to hold his face, pulling it to yours. You inspect his fangs as his warm breath floats over your face. You bring one hand from his face to tail over one of them, earning a flinch from Miguel but you run your other thumb across his cheek, attempting to soothe his worries.

They’re much bigger than you expected, they look like they’d barely fit in his mouth. They’re smooth and glossy like marble, cleaner than you expected too. You wonder silently if he lets them come out, brushes them, and then retracts them as your other hand comes from his cheek to his mouth. They’re thick, they look like they could leave a sizeable puncture wound if he bit you. Your fingers squeeze around both fangs, feeling their width for yourself. Your fingers run along the length of his fangs and then go up to his gums.

You’re completely captivated by his teeth, you haven’t even looked back up at him since he opened his mouth. You absently caress his fangs while inspecting his gums, trying to understand where they go when retracted. You give up on that when your thumb runs over the bottom of his fangs.

He groans out, loud and ragged against your face.

Your eyes flicker up to look at him and his eyes are rolled back into his head, eyebrows furrowed as he moans out a loose rendition of your name. You’re staring at him in awe as he mutters out a mix of unfinished words. You immediately look down into his lap and see a patch of dark gray spreading out.

A moan rips from your throat as you press your hand against his hard, twitching, leaking cock and kiss him. His hips instantly twitch up into your hand, using the friction to prolong his orgasm. He’s moaning into your mouth, his hands are frantic as they push your head into his face, his fangs digging into your lips almost painfully. You slide your tongue into his mouth when he moans again, you explore it, feeling the fangs instantly and running your tongue over them.

The action earns a gut-wrenching whine from Miguel as he starts to tremble. His hips are still bucking up into your palm, overstimulating himself as his cock spurts out mini loads.

You pull away from him slowly, your hand gently massaging his cock as he comes down. He drops his head onto your shoulder as he pants, unsteady syllables of your name falling from his lips.

He lifts his head from your shoulder once his cock stops jumping in your hold. There’s a rare pink hue over his face as he leans in to kiss you. You accept it with a smile, kissing him back before pulling away again.

“So…” You start semi-awkwardly, a light laugh in your tone as he groans out, embarrassed. “Did that feel good? Are they sensitive?” A shuddering breath leaves him as he recalls how your fingers felt gliding over his fangs, how arousal punched into his gut the moment you touched them.

“Yeah… It felt-” His sentence is cut off with a whisper of a whine as he thinks about it, breathing speeding up, chest heaving at the fresh memory. You’re surprised at this, you’ve never seen him so delirious so… fucked out. “Me sentí tan bien, bebé. N-no sabía que me sentía así. I loved it so much, you made me feel so fucking good, amor. Te amo tanto, cariño.”

(“I felt so good, baby. I-I didn't know I felt like that”... “I love you so much, darling.”)

A smile graces your face at the one phrase you understand, ‘Te amo’. You pull him in for another kiss before whispering. “Good.” He groans and pulls you into his lap, whining when your weight presses against his sensitive cock. You smile into his lips and kiss him again, pulling away again to giggle at him.

“ ‘S not funny.” He grumbles out as he leans back, laying down on the couch with you on top of him. You continue giggling into his neck and you can feel his cheeks fatten up with his smile.

You guys stay there for the rest of the night, intermittently waking up to smother the other in kisses before falling back to sleep.