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Hehehe soft
(Incorrect quote by @sidespromptblog)
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jjk boys when you open your arms for a hug;
a/n: lots lotsss of teasing from my favorite men.
* ˚ ✦ GOJO's eyes light up so fast as if they weren't bright enough, excitement glimmering in his blues, but believe me, he will try and take his time to tease the hell out of you. hands in his pockets, standing all smug and pretty, he leans his upper body forward so that his face is on the same level as yours, with a smirk so confident you immediately want to slap it off of his face but you just watch him as he pouts at you, "aww, my baby wants a hug?" and it makes you roll your eyes. your arms fall to your sides defeatedly, a sigh leaving your lips as you quickly turn to leave but you still hear his startled "hey, whaー no, wait!". satoru pulls you into him, closing his arms around you tightly and nuzzling his face into your cheek while you chuckle, "m'sorry, baby," he smiles widely, placing a loud kiss on your cheek, "hug me more." "be nice, 'toru." "yeah, sure, now hug me."
* ˚ ✦ TOJI gives you an unimpressed look, eyeing you up and down which makes you regret even thinking about doing this. he turns to face you fully before asking you a simple "what?" as if he didn't understand what you wanted from him. your arms shrink down slowly as you pout and mutter a small "nothing" before turning to leave only to be stopped by his voice, "nah, c'mon, pretty sure you were waiting for me to hug you." you turn around to give him a suspicious look only to see him with his arms open, eagerness bubbling in your eyes. he smirks, clearly amused, and closes his arms around you when you bury your face in his chest, squeezing him. what you don't expect is him squeezing you harder into himself, so hard in fact that you have to slap his back repeatedly to get him to stop with muffled calls of his name ringing in the air, "what, you wanted a hug, didn't you?"
* ˚ ✦ NANAMI thinks you look really cute; there's a small smile on your face as you bite the inside of your cheek and wait for his reaction. and if he's in mood for some teasing(which is something he discovered he likes doing only with you) he will definetly just stare at you. his face with a soft expression, lips threatening to stretch wider, while he just looks back at you, enjoying the way your cheeks start dusting with pink and you just can't stop yourself. "nanamiiiー" you whine and kento breaks, chuckling softly and putting away whatever he was doing before to stride over to you and envelope you in a hug. cupping your face with both hands, he kisses your cheeks and the tip of your nose, muttering about how cute and sweet you are for him, his heart warming when your arms squeeze tighter around his frame.
* ˚ ✦ GETO's eyebrows raise as soon as his eyes land on your figure. a grin stretches on his lips as he decides to not give in to the temptation; instead he opens his own arms, giving you a mischevious look. you shake your head at him and motion for him to come closer with your fingers but he ignores your request, doing the same. you smile at him with a tilt of your head, looking so cute he wants to smother you with kisses and never let go, and the urge is too strong for suguru to handle so he just playfully rolls his eyes and quickly steps forward to hug you, enjoying the way you squeal when he lifts you up. he purposefully lands a big smooch right in your ear, making you whine about the ringing, "ow, suguruu!" "sorry, baby, didn't mean to aim there." "i know you did." he doesn't reply, only kisses you on the lips.
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thinking about how sunarin, whose primary love language is physical touch, would take advantage of the weather everytime it gets cold, saying, "oh look, it's raining— guess it''s cuddle weather, doll..”
you'd always roll your eyes at him, though there's a smile on your face, “rin, it's barely a drizzle.”
“it's still rain.” he pouts cutely, hazel green fox eyes a bit narrowed as you get up to get ready for the day, him still entangled in the sheets of the bed you two share. “c’mon doll, stay home and cuddle with me...”
your eyes soften at your boyfriend's smooth voice, before the same thing that happens every time there's even the slightest chance of rain or the tiniest bit of appearance of gray clouds in the sky happens once more— you sigh, looking at sunarin with a you-win expression on your face. “fine, but only because i'm cold and am actually looking for an excuse to be lazy today..”
he tugs you back to bed in one swift motion and encases you in his arms. he wraps the blanket around both of you and nuzzles his head into your neck. he starts peppering kisses all over your neck and face, sending tingling sensations all over your body and warmth in your heart.
“yeah, totally not ‘cos you just wanna cuddle your hot as fuck boyfriend.” he teases.
you giggle as he presses a sweet kiss on your lips, his fox eyes lovingly gazing into yours. “yeah, totally not that.”
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Pookie, you ATE! The fluff UGHHHH
Puppy Love
Summary: Gabriella wants a puppy! Miguel doesn’t. You convince him. Kinda. Not really. Art: Spinkee on Deviantart (quality is booty but i couldn't find another miguel with a dog hah)
Miguel x Reader, Pure Fluff that’s it.
“No. No, no, no, ningún perro.” Miguel shakes his head at Gabriella, his eyes glued to the TV screen.
His daughter is on her knees on the floor, looking up at her father on the couch with her hands clasped together. She falls on her back dramatically.
“Pero porque nooooo?!” She whines and Miguel sighs, rubbing his temples with one hand and dragging it down his face. He watches Gabriella complain and pound her fists and feet on the floor.
“Ah-ah-ah! Nada de eso.” He says sternly and Gabriella huffs, sitting back up with her legs crossed. She pouts angrily at him to show her fury but all Miguel sees is his baby girl throwing a tantrum.
“Gabi, mija, you’re not even gonna take care of it. Who’s gonna clean up the poop and pee, huh? It’s gonna be me.”
“Papi, I’ll take good care of it! I promise! Pinky promise!” She whimpers, scooting closer and tugging on his pant leg.
“Dije que no, Gabriella. Deja de chillar.” Miguel doesn’t even look down at her, his stress levels heightened after Gabriella had been asking for a pet dog for weeks now.
Gabriella’s face scrunches up, her tiny features contorting unpleasantly as tears well up in her eyes. “MAMI!” She cries, getting up and stomping away from Miguel in the living room to barge in your room where you were folding her clothes.
Gabriella faceplants in the bed, screams muffled as she flails her limbs wildly in frustration.
You pick up one of her clean shirts and fold it neatly in a growing pile. “What happened this time?” You ask her, taking a quick glance up to see Gabriella had moved her face to the side, cheeks flushed red with anger.
“Papi won’t let us have a puppy.”
“Gabi, my love, a puppy is a big responsibility.” Your daughter groans and flips on her back, watching you do her laundry.
“But, Mami, I'm not a baby anymore! I’m ten years old! Ten! I’ll be so responsible! Tell Papi that he won’t need to do anything!”
Once you’re finished folding, you place a hand on your hip and raise your eyebrow down at her. “Papi said no so we’re not getting a puppy, Gabi. Not now.”
“Mami, please!”
“Take these to your room, my love.” You hand the folded pile to her and she begrudgingly takes it. She hops off the bed and goes into her room where she shuts herself in for the rest of the day.
You meet Miguel in the living room, TV volume lowered of a faint cheer of futbol fans during a game. Curling up on his side, he welcomed you with his arm around you, tucking you closer and getting more comfortable with a heavy sigh.
“Maybe we should get a puppy.” You say, breaking the comfortable silence.
Miguel groans, his head rolling back and you look up at him with amusement. “Not you too.”
“We have the funds! I don’t see why we can’t have a little pet around here to keep Gabi occupied.” You place your hand on his chest, rubbing in little circles.
Miguel’s head tilts towards you. “It’s not the funds I’m worried about. I know as soon as that dog comes in, all Gabi’s gonna do is play with it and I’m stuck cleaning it’s shit.”
“Aw, c’mon, baby. It’s our baby girl we’re talking about. Our princess.” You coax him but he’s firm on his stance.
“No. Dogs and all those animals belong outside. So they’ll stay outside and never in my damn house.” He trains his eyes back on the screen.
“You’re so stingy.” You pout and cuddle up to him, head resting on his shoulder.
“She can get a dog when she moves out which is never.” Miguel grumbles, lips pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.
“Remember: Don’t tell Papi how much we spent.” You remind Gabriella, giving her a pointed look with your index finger over your lips.
Gabriella beams with happiness, nodding vigorously as she holds a brand new puppy in her arms. A little black pitbull sniffing the air and wagging its tail from left to right, matching the girl’s excitement.
You open the door and Gabriella places the dog down gently. The puppy sniffs the floor and huffs through its nose, getting familiar with its new home. It quickly sneezes and sniffs through everything, half of its body being swung around with its tail. It gives a small yip and its jumps around, wanting to play.
Gabriella is ecstatic! She chases the puppy around, taking toys from a bag and throwing it. “C’mere Princess!”
You slump on the couch, peering in the bag of pet supplies for a baby dog that Miguel would definitely not be happy about.
Gabriella runs around with the puppy for hours before passing out after a day of play. While placing pee pads in the corner of the living room, You hear the door unlock.
Your lovely and blissfully unaware husband hangs his keys in the hook, shrugging off his coat. “Hola, mi amor.” He greets you.
You welcome him with a hug and a kiss, one he hums in delight. His arms go around your waist and he bends down for another kiss. “How was your day?” You ask him, lips brushing against his.
Miguel sighs. “Fine. Could be…better…” He trails off after hearing unfamiliar footsteps and a bark.
Miguel turns his head to the side to see a little pitbull running up to him and barking, thinking he’s an intruder! Princess circles around him, sniffing and sneezing with her snout, darting this way and that way before looking up at him with a ‘smile’. All she’s really doing is baring her teeth.
Miguel stares blankly at the dog. “You didn’t.”
You grin up at him, wincing. “I did.” You stop him when he groans your name, a lecture on the tip of his tongue. “Princess is already here and Gabi is just so happy.”
“You named it already?” He rolls his head back, hand coming up to cover his eyes in disbelief. He pulls away from you, a pout on his lips. “I’m not taking care of it. You keep that thing away from me.”
“Miguel, now you’re just being dramatic.” You place your hands on your hips. Princess continues to sniff at Miguel’s legs and he shoos her away.
“Mama, listen. I'm not walking or feeding or playing or cleaning it’s shit. That’s for Gabi to do. Whatever it needs, it’s not my problem.”
Miguel kept most of his promise. That was until you went weekly grocery shopping with him on the weekend. While you were finding the meats, you told Miguel to grab the seedless green grapes that Gabriella wanted.
He came back with the grapes and a dogs chew toy. It was a plain bone with ridges around the middle. He tosses it in the cart and hangs by your side. You glance at the toy and then Miguel.
“Why?” You ask. Miguel takes a grape from the box and eats it. Mid-chew, he answers you.
“For the dog. She’s chewing on my shoes.”
“Uh-huh…” You nod, unconvincingly. Miguel ignores the way you don’t believe him, his hands grabbing the handle of the cart and moving without you.
The next time is when Miguel comes home from work, dropping his work bag to the floor and tossing his coat on the arm of the couch. He sits with a loud groan, flipping his shoes off.
The scratches of Princess’s nails scurry down the stairs and rushes towards Miguel, pawing at his pants.
Miguel leans down and rubs her back a bit before patting her. Princess tumbles to the ground and rolls on her back, huffing while her tongue slips off to the side. “Hey, Princess.” He mutters, patting her over and over again. Princess tries to gnaw on his hand, still growing out her sore canines and Miguel tsks slipping his hand off her. “Okay, okay, ya, ya!”
Princess rolls back on her stomach, unphased by Miguel’s snapping. She then sits up and jumps so her front paws are on the couch seat and Miguel shoves her paws off.
“No! Not on the couch! You have a bed!”
You approach with Miguel’s dinner, him taking the plate from you appreciatively. You then stare down at Princess, her beady black eyes looking between you and the food on Miguel’s plate.
“You just ate, Princess. Go. Bed.” You command and she walks off to her little round fuzzy bed, collapsing on it and rests her head on her paws. She looks between you and Miguel again, her eyes become more and more cute in hopes of some extra food.
“You taught her stuff?” Miguel asks after taking giant bites of your cooking. You sit on a chair by the couch, resting your feet on the coffee table in the middle.
“Me and Gabi.” You hum and turn on the TV to a novela that you and Miguel both liked.
Miguel grunts. “Quick learner.” He mutters.
The other time is when you woke up and couldn’t find Princess. You knew Miguel was on his run so she couldn’t have escaped so she must’ve been hiding. But where?
You searched high and low before Gabriella woke up in the morning for playtime. A deep pit of worry in your stomach began to brew, the thought that Princess might’ve escaped somehow.
While making your own breakfast, you hear the front door open and a loud bark, followed by loud panting. You leave your breakfast, moving over to peek at the front door to see Miguel huffing and puffing and Princess on the ground equally exhausted but her leash around her body.
“You took Princess?” You ask, placing a hand on your chest in relief. You wouldn’t face a ten year olds tantrum today.
“I thought Princesa could use an actual workout instead of twenty minute playtime with Gabi and—“ Miguel sighs again, wiping sweat off his forehead and fanning himself with the front of his loose white tank top. “Jesus, she has energy.”
“Princesa?” You ask with a raised brow.
“What?” He sniffs. “It’s still Princess. Don’t be weird.” You put your hands up in defense but he quickly surrounds his sweaty arms around you.
“Ew! No!” You laugh and try to leave him embrace. Miguel pressed a loud obnoxious kiss to your temple. The sound of the kiss making Princess jump up and start barking. She lunges at you both, using her force to push you enough to take a step back.
She continues to bark and whine, nudging herself between you and Miguel’s legs. Miguel lets go of you which makes Princess jump up as high as possible to Miguel. He leans down and pats her body all around.
“Alright, alright! I’m gonna shower.” He laughs and leaves another pat to her head before giving you a proper soft kiss to your forehead.
But what really solidified Princess as an O’Hara was when Gabriella had a mini talent show in front of Miguel.
With one hand she held a treat. Her other hand did commands for the tutu wearing dog.
“Sit!” Gabriella said. Princess followed.
“Spin!” Princess spun.
“Roll over!” Princess stood still.
“Roll over!” Gabriella tried again. Princess tilted her head. Gabriella faces her father. “That one is still a little new.” She frowns but Miguel chuckles. He pats the seat beside him and Gabriella giggles, jumping into his arms.
Princess barks, feeling left out and tries to jump in as well.
“No, no, no! Bed!” Miguel shakes his head, commanding her while trying to push her off and Gabriella helps her up.
“Papi! Just let her do this one time!” Princess whines when Gabriella tugs on her front limbs.
“Gabi, no! The couch is gonna smell like dog!”
Princess lands on the couch, her body having grown a little bit bigger after these few weeks. She places all her weight down on Miguel’s lap, tumbling down to lay down on top of Miguel and Gabriella’s lap. Gabriella tries to move but can’t so she laughs.
“She’s getting heavier!”
Miguel groans. “Oh, Jesus Christ.”
Princess tilts her head up, her tongue coming out to lick his neck and face. Miguel stops her. “Eww!” And Gabriella breaks into laughter.
After a while, Miguel stays up watching TV, Gabriella and Princess both asleep in his lap, Gabis arm around Princess.
You come from outside your shared bedroom and yawn. With your slippers you shuffle into the living room and see all three of them huddled up together.
“You’re still here?” You ask, another yawn escaping you.
Miguel looks at you and then his two girls in his arms. “They were so tired.” He mumbles softly.
You sigh and shake your head. He could be soft about his daughter and dog another day. Not in the middle of the night. “No. C’mon. Take Gabriella to bed.”
A/N: Heavily inspired by my own parents teehee
Durge doodles with his little sister and Gorth ❤️
Can I please get a match up? I’m a 5 foot nothing, plump chick with wavy, brown shoulder length hair. My eyes are grey and I wear glasses. I enjoy cooking and get told I’m pretty good at it, baking sweets is my favorite. I’m pretty reserved until I get to know someone but once I’m attached I’m one of the most loyal friends anyone could ask for. I’m a bit of a mother hen and I like making sure the people I care about are taken care of. My birthday is the day before Halloween and I’m a Scorpio.😊
I match you with… Thomas Hewitt!
You think you’re reserved? Try this boy. Y’all two met under odd circumstances, but the more that the Hewitts kept you around, the more they wanted to let you live. Thomas never got to interact with a woman who didn’t end up becoming dinner, so he was constantly skittish and shy around you. Sometimes avoiding you altogether.
Even though he was a good foot and a half taller than you were, he felt small whenever you looked at him. Something about you made him feel… something he couldn’t figure out. Why was his heart always racing when you were in the same room??
It took about a month, but you slowly warmed up to your new family. Luda Mae absolutely LOVED having you in the kitchen. She adored having someone to talk to on a regular basis besides Henrietta. And the fact that you loved baking? Lord have mercy.
One of the few times you were cooking, Thomas came up from the basement and you called him over to taste the chili you were working on. His eyes were glued to the floor the whole time, but he made a noticeably happy sound when he tried your cooking (even though he felt silly afterwards).
Stomaching where the meat came from was difficult at first. But in that house you either get used to it or become it.
You constantly caught Thomas and Hoyt sneaking your baked goodies, shooing them away before they ate them all. They both got a little bit rounder around their middles, too..
Since it was… well, Texas, and the Hewitt property, Halloween was very low-impact on the family. Still though, you kept a little bit of holiday spirit in the old house, making Halloween based desserts for everyone (pumpkin pie, ghost shaped cookies, etc). Now everyone kind of looked forward to it.
Thomas always had a bad habit of not taking care of himself. Once you moved in though, you were havin’ none of it. You made sure he bathed on a regular basis, brushed his hair, teeth, etc. He had very little clothing, and most of it was always filthy, so when you did his laundry he wound up sitting next to the washer in pj pants and no shirt, with you scrubbing his clothes, his whole face as red as a tomato.
It took him a while to properly get acquainted with you and with his lack of speech, it frustrated him often when he tried to communicate with you. You picked up on what he was trying to get across to you quickly though, so in the end he felt a lot better about it.
One day you had caught him without his mask on. He was mortified. He went without seeing you for days. It took a bit of doing, and a LOT of patience, but you managed to convince him that even with his lack of a nose, and damaged skin, you still liked the big guy.
From then on Thomas was glued to your side. No one ever complimented him like you did. No one ever spoke to him with such a beautiful voice. He was smitten. And it was very, very obvious.
Every night before bed, you would read to him. This often lead to him grabbing your arm and looking up at you with those big, beautiful eyes, and cuddling him to sleep. It became a ritual to him.
Whenever he had a particularly hard day, he would lumber over to you and pick you up, sitting on the couch with you in his lap for at least an hour. His face buried in your hair, or neck, just breathing with his eyes shut until he was ready to face the rest of the day.
Let's go on a picnic, and let me read poetry to you while I feed you fruit under the bright sun.
Then at sunset, we could enjoy each other’s warmth. I can lay on top of you while I comb my fingers through your hair as I pepper kisses all over your face.
They’re boyfriends 🥰
YOU WILL GO LOVE MY MOTHER AND YOU WILL DO IT NOW
no but seriously please do it she makes some really adorable shit and she's the best, show her some love <3
Are YOU a dumbass bitch who needs some energy?
well hoo diddly skiddly do i have some good news for you
You can get this design and a couple others on my redbubble!
I would appreciate any reblogs, as I am just starting to sell my stuff! Either way, have a good day!
They’re so cute I hope nothing bad happens
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