#sushi-paws

[plushieanimals]

Sushi cat macaroon by douglas x 🍣

[doggystims]

Bengal cat stimboard for anon! ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

🌅 🌅 🌅 // 🥧 🐱 🥧 // 🌅 🌅 🌅

[doberbutts]

Okay but is waking up to your puppies cuddle-wrestling on top of you anything except heaven?

[snootyfoxfashion]

Kawaii Tattoo Flash Inspired Art Prints by missmichellecoffee

x / x / x / x / x x / x / x / x / x

[mythie-paws-blog]

This is my half of an art trade for my awesome friend Aompelo!! <3

Please do not copy or steal!!

[lisamcconniffe]

Sushi Paw 🐾 🍣 😻 // By @paulfuentes_design 💗 #sushi #catsofinstagram #paw #kitty #sushicat #instaanimal #instafood #pastels #sushilove #cutenessoverload

[adelha-mathilde]

Adelha was currently sitting with Claude, Eugene, and Yuji to be sharing bottles of sake with them. The sushi complimenting the drink perfectly as they chatted and laughed. Their table an antique china table for them to be using cushions for their chairs. Until the Paw Posse decides to join them. All four Tibetan Mastiff puppies as well as the Great Dane puppy. With Aqua making a beeline for Eugene to crawl into his lap. The Mastiffs swarming Claude and Yuji for head pats and ear scratches. Yet the Great Dane simply lays down next to Adelha’s seat to wag his tail. Her gloved hand reaching out to pat his head as she grins.

Claude nearly loses his seat when two of the Mastiffs decide to try crawling into his lap for snuggles. His chuckle rich and deep as Yuji holds up his sake cup away from the other two Mastiffs. “Back away, please. No sake for puppies. You may join us for chatting and pets. But no sake.” to which Eugene gets out the bag of puppy treats to offer them out. The Mastiffs soon laying down to happily munch on the treats. But the Great Dane doesn’t seem to want one. Already dozing off as Adelha pets his head. So Eugene sets the treat next to the snoozing puppy to eat for later.

[thatwildnya]

two headcanons? in one day?! more likely than you think~

drake s/o with period teeth

in light of me having to get my wisdom teeth removed, i have decided to make these

context: you’re a drake fae whose teeth fall out about every few months to make way for newer, healthier chompers. the drawback? it’s extremely painful and you become aggravated and grumpy.

Heartslabyul edition

tw: teeth, muzzling, death of a squishmellow

Riddle

he is not used to seeing half your body covered in scales

or your hands and feet changed into sharp talons

or you giving into your instincts and acting more animalistic often

surprised when told he might have to muzzle you if you started clawing at your mouth or become too aggressive and felt bad about doing it

then you tried to murder lucius because you were hungry

he doesn’t feel nearly as bad

let’s you lay on his tummy if you need to calm down

he’ll gently massage your chin to lure the muscles into relaxing

Trey

quickly adapts to the situation as usual

hates putting the muzzle on bc he has to wrestle it on

holds your hands when you start pawing at your mouth

distracts you best he can

he’ll spend his time making painkillers during club time

but unfortunately in this state drugs don’t work effectively 

so to combat this he makes a bunch and puts a dose in everything you consume

he learns to make homemade noodles to make you cold ramen dishes how sweet of him~

Cater

would be taking pictures if you hadn’t destroyed his phone

baby doesn’t like their pain being documented noted

good thing he has insurance

it takes all of his clones to get the muzzle on

and even then he sometimes has to call back up

it takes all his willpower not to cry when he finds the squishmellow he bought torn to shreds after grounding you for trying to turn Ace into sashimi

please buy him a new one after your teeth are done bitching

Ace

“hahaha so it’s like a period-” bad choice buddy

after nearly losing some fingers he’s walking on eggshells when you’re around

Does not feel bad about the muzzle. You deserve it.

but he loves you so he’ll massage your face

keeps you distracted with whatever he can

breaks out Netflix, Hulu, video games, fail compilations, everything

takes better notes  than usual since the pain can make it hard to concentrate

not that he’ll ever admit it

Deuce

tries so hard to make sure everything is perfect and it’s so sweet

please do something as a thank you gift for putting up with you he deserves it

uses his newly acquired chef skills to make you lots of sushi sashimi style meals since it’s easy on the teeth and jaws

when it’s time for the muzzle of shame he does not hesitate

quick and efficient after doing it a few times to get the feel

also lets you cuddle up and use his tummy as a pillow he thinks it’s adorable and his heart squeezes so much when you begin to purr

[husbandohunter]

You want Vitamin F, then let me supply you one;

Genshin boys transform into cats.

A Furry Predicatment [Cat Genshin Impact x Gn!Reader]

♤♡◇♧☆

Synopsis: Venturing to Springvale the boys inhale the fairy dust that turns people into cats, now they must endure the consequences.

Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Xiao, Albedo, Zhongli, Childe, Venti

(A/n): My student just sent me a video of her cat. I think thats a sign anon. This was meant to be written. part 2 here :P

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[Diluc]

The grumpy cat (to no one's surprise) who wears the same iconic frown with the same matching gloomy eyes. He's grumpy about this outcome in particular, plus the fact he can't even voice his frustrations except for meowing noises and the endless craving for raw fish. RAW, how despicable.

The maids were looking for Master Diluc except that he was already there...in your arms. Just like his hair, his fur is the fluffiest as if he were a gigantic ball of hilichurl hair. You would nuzzle your face into it because he just feels so warm!

Absolutely will NOT live like a cat. The uncrowned king of Mondstadt refuses to drink water from a bowl. He cannot eat anything unless you feed him with utensils. NO, no he will not shove his mouth into the plate, its uncultured and unsanitary.

He never though taking baths would be so nerve-wracking (cat instincts). It was terrible, choosing between the feeling of water against his body or licking his paws to clean himself (a much more comfortable choice). This kind of lifestyle was miserable.

~xx~

[Kaeya]

The mischievious cat (oh no) cue pink panther music, he's the Tom with Jerry's brains. Unlike Diluc, Kaeya will ultimately fall into his cat instincts and somehow uses it to his advantage.

You bet he's gonna spy on people. At night he would jump upon the rooftops to peek through Goth Grand Hotel's windows (watching closely at the Fatui), until the Darknight Hero comes in. Diluc knows it's Kaeya, it's rather uncanny how he does it, hence the cat runs away immediately.

The type to lick you upon contact. You think this was a quirk that came with the spell but he was actually doing it on purpose. Usually targets the neck because he could get a reaction out of you (ohoho you're tickilish there eh?)

As he is roaming out on the streets, always manages to escape the dogs. Kaeya knows his way around the city like the back of his hand, he enjoys watching them bark endlessly while he licks his paws in a mocking manner. Until one of them hopped up, now things got tricky. Basically Kaeya gets himself to alot of trouble as a cat, the worst part was when a bunch of kids started to join in too.

~xx~

[Xiao]

The fiesty cat (he was always a fiesty cat) who hisses alot. Even his fur stands up like a porcupine when expressing his distastefulness. The way he meows almost sounds like a low growl, bares his fangs as if he were a thirsty vampire. Will scare alot of people away with his behaviour, even dogs.

But damn he would make a pretty cat. Golden eyes, dark green stripes and teal fur, the purple diamond still tattooed between where his eyebrows once were, it didn't take long for Verr Goldet to realize that was Xiao.

And the worst nightmare of all, while Cat Xiao roams around the city at night he happened to attract alot of other stray cats who lived in the streets. They were very attracted to his beauty, cornering him until there was no where to run, that was the only situation where Xiao was scared enough to run away.

His ears are the most sensitive. He can't help but purr whenever you pet between them. Though if anyone were to grab his tail, the outcome would not be very pleasant...

~xx~

[Albedo]

The curious cat (who does not die) that will appear from every corner, silently, mysteriously as if he teleported. Once Lisa found him between the bookshelves of her Library while seeing a pile of books stacked upon the floor. Before she could shoo him out, she realized that the cat was way too smart to be a mere cat and quickly deciphered that it was the Chief Alchemist.

Of course no one else in Mondstadt knew it was Albedo, they thought you just had a very talented pet. Margaret even decided to put him against Prince to see who's cat was the best. It wasn't even a competition. Catbedo could paint a picture just by using his paws.

But Klee found out eventually (she deserved to know). She would open her drawer, take out her bow and stick them upon his fur. It seems that Albedo can never get a break when it was against his little sister, she will find indulging activities to do without consent.

Astounded by the sheer talent your cat possessed, the Knights of Favonius offered to hire your cat to be trained as a Knight Cat because animals are very good at deciphering clues for investigation. Oh how unaware they were.

[Zhongli]

The type of cat for crazy cat ladies. It's the vibe he gives being an old man ranging to a thousand years. Zhongli is very behaving, very considerate and very calm in his cat form. His favourite activity is to snuggle upon your lap while you quietly read a book.

He is indeed a tall black cat. Has incredible and refined posture and if he were to stand up on his hind legs, he can even reach as far as the kitchen counter! Though he does not like the fact that he sheds so much fur, it leaves a huge mess behind him (in which you had to clean up)

Zhongli decided to venture into Liyue's streets and see what it's like to be a cat. He starts communicating with some of them, speaking his cat language (meow meowmewomewo? meeoooow). Needless to say, the cats had no idea what he was saying.

If there were any cat-related dish he eats, it has to be sushi. Raw sashimis if possible. You worry if the choice was even healthy for a cat but you remembered that he was still a god. He'll be fine, right?

[Childe]

The annoying cat (that you must take care of, remember) whos a little too impulsive for his own good. Childe finds the excitement running through him whenever he spots a mouse, a squirrel or even a bird. One moment he's in your arms, the next he just leapt high into the air and running into the streets.

Adventurous as always. You take him to the pond to get some fresh air. Childe is not afraid of water, at all. He plays a game with the fishes, trying to see how much he can catch in one swipe. You had to keep a close eye on him otherwise he'd fall in and drown.

Loves climbing trees but shortly realizes that he can't get down. You tell him to jump but he feels hesitant so you had to climb up and get him. However, now the two of you were stuck and Zhongli had to get you both down one at a time.

Childe has the prettiest blue eyes as a cat. They were big and bright, almost feminine. But you knew that look was the look of upcoming trouble.

[Venti]

Oh God Barbatos.

Venti can't stop sneezing. His own fur is all over the place and he just couldn't catch a break (or a breath). Every second he will hiss-sneeze, they sounded like dying noises.

You had to get him to Lisa as fast as possible otherwise the death of Barbatos would have been caused by his own self.

[yanderenightmare]

I have been reading and rereading your hybrid aus for the past week and they are just *chefs kiss* but how would you feel if it was reversed and the boys were the hybrids? 👀 (And what animals would you think they suit?)

I can also imagine this in like a "golden compass" au. These would be their daemons.

TW: predator x prey stuff, yandere

SHIGARAKI TOMURA

Striped hyena.

A carnivorous omnivore.

Will eat anything he can scavenge.

Doesn't mind living off scraps as long as he's surviving.

But he sure does love hunting.

He's a stalking predator.

Enjoys playing a bit with his prey before finishing them off.

Always snapping at their heels until they exhaust themselves.

Poor little thing falling to his feet all tuckered out and defenceless.

No energy spared to fight him back.

Tan jagged birthmarks lining his pale skin.

Running along his ribs and neck where they go side by side with his battle-scars and those scrapes he has from relentlessly scratching at his throat.

His white hair fluffy, pulled back up into a mohawk mane that runs right between a pair of large pointy ears.

The fucking smile he pulls.

With those sharp canines.

That swivelled-eyed look of utter insanity on his face.

As he chortles and cackles out that horrifying gut-wrenching laugh.

Sharp black claws and a long thick tongue.

Slobbering all over his prey.

His favourite meals are adorable antlered or horned herbivores.

Likes how hard they try to escape only to realise that he's been toying with them from the start.

DABI - TODOROKI TOUYA

Lone artic wolf.

And a predator through and through.

Every word has a little growl in them.

Carnivorous.

But will result to an omnivore's diet in desperate times.

Though, he cannot survive on it for long.

He'll grow weak and thin.

Disgraced like a retched street-mutt.

Starving in back-alleys and underpass-bridges.

No home. No pack before joining the league.

Black tear ducks and waterlines, further intensifying his cold cyan eyes. Looking like a rockstar's eyeliner.

Fur white like freshly fallen snow.

If only he didn't dye the locks black all the time.

A dozen piercings running up and down his shaggy pointed ears.

A couple of cuts on them too.

They're so annoying to colour...

The paint always trickles inside his ear canals.

But his tail is even more of a hassle.

Thick fur constantly growing back out white.

Not to mention he isn't able to put a cap on displaying arousal.

His bushy brush always giving him away, wagging and whipping about like crazy.

Even when he's chewing someone's throat out.

His favourite meals are bleating cloudy-furred lambs.

They're like forbidden fruit in his eyes.

Pretty and untouched and so adorably naive.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

Grizzly bear.

Classified as a fearsome carnivore.

He's way more of an omnivore in reality.

He's far from a beggar, but he'll use anything he can get his paws on to his advantage.

He's a fine diner though and doesn't find himself in a need to lower his standards too often.

He loves raw salmon in sashimi and sushi.

And berries and apples for a snack.

And has a habit of putting way too much honey in his tea.

He has a little tassel for a tail.

People tell him it's cute. Quite like a bunny-rabbit's cotton-dot.

Kirishima will even dare squeeze it every now and again to tease him.

He hates it. Always has his shirt covering it.

Not to mention his adorable round ears.

Which are a bit harder to hide even as they sit in the thick bush of his hair.

But he's far from cute all over...

Heavy footsteps.

Just massive in size and stupid strong.

Large sturdy hands, thick sharp claws.

Growls in his sleep and on every loud-mouthed gaping yawn.

Showing off those strong jawed fangs that can so easily snap a bone in half.

Likes smaller prey.

Like frisky flighty gibbering little squirrels with frilly red-brown bushy tails swishing about behind them.

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU

Saltwater crocodile.

Reptile.

Purely carnivorous.

Always so kind, people forget he's deadly.

Cute snaggletooth in a mouth full of knifes.

A laugh so disarming you forget regarding the razors of his smile as made for tearing flesh.

Tough skin with some rough rocky scales.

Scattered in places they're needed.

Like knuckles, kneecaps and elbows.

Sharp claws. Solid, thick and sturdy.

Always marring the furniture and tearing textile.

Always indenting his palms with bloody leaking holes as he makes fist to calm himself down when he catches a whiff of blood on the breeze.

Abnormal eyes.

Blood-red iris with a black vertical slit for a pupil.

Made for discerning the strong form the weak.

Not picky when it comes to prey.

He's an opportunistic-hunter.

He'll grab about anything that dares come close enough to get snagged on his teeth.

KAMINARI DENKI

Bobcat.

Carnivore.

But he only picks on things much smaller than him.

Things that are easily snagged and held down by his razor sharp claws.

Retractable so they not dull.

Only used when pouncing on prey, climbing to escape or protecting himself through fighting.

Or threatening terribly soft skin.

Has a mouthful of strong pointy teeth.

Two long sharp fangs decorating both the upper and lower row of jaws.

Made for killing small prey with a single bite.

Cat-eyes.

Large and all-yellow with a drop of pitch-black.

Black waterlines and sharp tear-ducts.

Stylish dark spotted stripes in his blonde main.

Two fine pointed ears decorated with a tuft of black on the tips.

The signature bobbed tail, small and misleadingly cute.

He doesn't look too dangerous next to his friends but...

Good luck running from him.

He's quick as lightning.

It's really too bad his meal of choice are pretty birds that leave him in the dust.

With his speed he could catch about anything on the ground.

But he always seems to go for those who're just barely out of reach.

MIDORIYA IZUKU - DEKU

Fox.

Omnivore.

Loves the sport of hunting.

But will devour anything he can get his fine paws on.

Silent, fast, cunning, deadly.

Always watching...

Always thinking...

You won't see him coming and you won't see him leave.

You won't even know he's there.

Glowing green eyes.

Teeth small, but sharp. Always smirking.

Black tip on his pointy ears.

White tip on his thick fluffy tail.

He'll always tease with it, snake it about and tickle exposed skin.

Has a sick adoration for pretty little cottontails.

Can't get enough of their large innocent eyes on him.

And rubbing their soft fluffy lop-ears...

Finds them mouthwatering.

TODOROKI SHOTO

Snowy owl.

Carnivore.

Swoops in like a blizzard.

Merciless like the firestorm.

Eyes left human.

But no less abnormal.

One grey and the other cyan instead of them both being a deep unsettling yellow.

Majestic wings. Like a royal cape.

One as white as winter in the north.

Pearly feathers strict like pure starlight.

The other red like fire.

Bloody plume stark like the crimson glory rose.

So pretty, people mistake him for a swan half the time.

Only if it weren't for his curved and piercing talons.

Strong and ruthless.

Once those black claws tear into soft tissue...

They're not prone to ever let go again.

His favourite eye-candy are adorable little lemming.

A twitchy nose and bucked teeth.

They always scream so prettily for him.

SHINSO HITOSHI

Spider.

Imagine he has four more arms.

Three of them sprouting out on each side plus his legs.

He'd hold squirming little things down so easily.

Two hands pinning his tiny prey.

Leaving him with four hands spared to explore...

Fine silken string shooting from his palms.

Making the softest bonds.

Tying his prey up nicely.

Bringing new meaning to the art of shibari.

His main eyes left human, milky eyeball with a lavender ring surrounding a pool of black.

But the rest of his eyes aren't as normal...

With three slightly smaller ones decorating each of his cheek bones.

Pitch black looking like obsidian marbles.

Eight eyes in total.

Always watching.

Tusk-like fangs within his mouth. Behind that devious smirk.

Teeth secreting a special type of venom, seeping into his victims bloodstream.

A type of drug that has his prey weak to disobey his every little dirty command.

CHISAKI KAI - OVERHAUL

Andean Condor.

More commonly known as the Black vulture.

Carnivore.

Considered the largest bird of prey in the world.

Despite the fact that their talons aren't nearly sharp nor long enough to catch and kill prey other than small rodents.

Like rats.

They mostly have other animals kill for them and swoop in at a later time to feast without needing to lift a finger themselves.

He'll wear gloves to conceal them.

Never allowing anyone to think of him as less a predator than what his other menacing features show off.

Wings as black as night.

Feathers sharp like blades, carving through the air.

With a wingspan reaching farther than twice the length of his height.

Third widest wingspan of anything gracing the sky.

Always flying above the fray.

Looking down at people as though they're all mere maggots wriggling about in the dirt beneath him.

Signature plague-mask always adorning him.

A curved beak complementing his natural bird-like features.

Feathered collar lining his bomber-jacket.

Also compensating for those vulture-traits he was left without.

Golden brown eyes.

Small and slim.

Regarding everything with disgust, judgement and scrutiny.

Rarely goes hunting for prey and therefor doesn't have a favourite.

But once he fixes his eyes on something... he's not quick to give up.

[barry-j-blupjeans]

10: there's a cat scratching at the door and Taakitz please?

Thank you!

10. There's a cat scratching at the door

--

In Taako's defense: It was raining.

It had been raining for a good part of the afternoon and it had since grown dark, the rain not letting up at all. There was a rumble of thunder every few minutes, and sometimes Taako could see a flash of lightning out the kitchen window. Kravitz had retreated to their office and the melancholy songs he was choosing to play on his cello were certainly setting the mood for a relaxing night.

Taako had been passing by the front door on his way to their office when he heard it. He almost missed it in the roll of thunder that followed, but there was a very soft scratching at their door. He paused, just to make sure he had heard correctly, and when the thunder faded, there it was again. A light, barely there scratch against the door.

And an incredibly soft little "mrow!"

Taako unlocked the door. The scratching paused. He opened it, just a crack, just to make sure, and something shot inside past his feet, leaving a trail of muddy paw prints in its wake.

The cello music came to an abrupt end.

"Hey, uh, babe?" came Kravitz's voice. Taako locked the front door again.

"What's up?" Taako called back, trying to sound like he hadn't just let a wet beast into their home. He followed the trail of paw prints to Kravitz's office and peeked inside. Kravitz had gotten off his chair. His bow was on the desk, the cello leaning against the wall. The paw prints lead across their new, nice carpet and under the other desk.

"I don't think we own a cat?" Kravitz said.

"Mhh, not yet," Taako said. He crouched, peaking under the desk. The cat- a tortoiseshell whose orange markings somewhat resembled a skull around its face- was cowering in the back, dripping wet. "It was at the door."

"Right," Kravitz said. He knelt down, peering at the cat as well. "It's very..."

"Wet."

"I was gonna say beautiful, but those both apply," Kravitz said. "I... I don't know how to take care of a cat. I feel like I should know this if there's one in my house."

"It's like a toddler, I think," Taako said. "But less effort? Maybe? Depends on your definition of effort."

"I don't know how to take care of a toddler, either," Kravitz said.

"Well, we can't just throw it back outside!" Taako said. "That's child abuse!"

"We're not going to throw it back outside," Kravitz said. "Someone would call CPS on us-"

"Cat Protective Services," Taako said knowledgeably.

"Can you- I'm gonna get a towel. Maybe try to lure it out with like, fiiish? Do we have fish?"

"We've got sushi," Taako said, already standing up again. "It's crab though."

"Cats probably like crab?" Kravtiz said, standing up too. "I'll get the towel, you get the sushi, and then we'll meet back here."

"Gotcha," Taako said.

Guess they had a cat now.

[doberbutts]

when will you start sushi’s task training

I have two answers to asks like this and it's:

1- Sushi is literally not even 5 months old yet lmao she's still grasping 'don't piss in the house' and some of her tasks require her to be full grown so that's not really my concern right now

2- what makes you think I haven't already started?

[tackytigerfic]

Animated Dust

A very belated birthday ficlet for darling @zigster-ao3 - Veela Draco rescues a dog. Written for @drarrymicrofic prompt Adoption. Title from Lord Byron because of course.

“Malfoy’s got a dog,” Harry said, into his pint.

Angelina rolled her eyes and muttered something about stating the bloody obvious, and Seamus, who had just arrived and who was still taking off his coat, nearly fell over a stool craning his neck to peer at Malfoy across the beer garden. Malfoy wasn’t hard to find, not even in the deepening violet dusk, because of all his hair under the fairy lights. The dog was barely visible though, tucked into the neck of Malfoy’s denim jacket so the row of closed buttons writhed. Malfoy looked preoccupied as he patted the heaving mound, reaching for his drink with the other hand.

Seamus said disappointedly, “You can’t even see the little fecker. I’m going over there,” and he did, without even bothering to get himself a drink first, and within three minutes of Malfoy looking up at him warily, his face a careful blank, Seamus had nabbed the dog and was laughingly getting very enthusiastic licks all over his face. Malfoy was laughing too, face alight with it, the expression weirdly naked, his devotion so obvious that it was like someone had turned the lights right up.

“Malfoy really loves that dog,” Ron said, watching Harry across the table.

“A pub isn’t really the place for it though, is it?” Harry said, and Ron looked around pointedly at all the other tables with dogs lying underneath or tucked up on their owners’ laps, and the drinking bowls the pub had set out against the wall, and the half-empty jar of dog treats on the windowsill.

“You like dogs, Harry,” Ginny said, sounding bored of the conversation, and fed up with Harry specifically, though she dropped a kiss on the top of his head as she got up to go to the bar, which meant she wasn’t really pissed off with him. “You should go over and ask for a cuddle, if you’re so obsessed.”

“Maybe I will.” Harry stuck his tongue out at her retreating figure, and Luna kicked him gently under the table. “I do like dogs.”

He didn’t go over that night, though, because when Seamus finally gave the dog back to Malfoy, it curled right into Malfoy’s chest in a tight circle of limbs and then seemed to fall asleep. Malfoy carefully buttoned his jacket up over it again and got up to leave, his arm a careful cradle around the misshapen lump. But the following Sunday Harry was walking through Victoria Embankment Gardens, clutching a bottle of some cheapo fizzy white wine that was sweating gently in its paper bag, when he saw Malfoy sitting on the grass, all by himself, except for the dog of course.

They were right next to one of the big flower beds, and the dog was leaping in and out of some phlox, sending dusty puffs of dry mud into the air with each thump of its little paws. Malfoy was trying to hold the lead and eat sushi out of a takeaway box at the same time, which didn’t seem to be going too well for him, but from the way he was looking at the dog Harry thought he probably didn’t mind.

“Do you want me to hold the lead?” Harry asked when he reached them, and Malfoy looked up with a start, squinting irritatedly into the midday dazzle of the July sun.

“Potter? What are you doing here?” he asked, and then the dog ducked in behind him with a small squeak, and Malfoy dropped his sushi.

“I was going to sit by the river and drink this,” Harry told him, gesturing with the bottle. “But you looked like you could use a hand.”

“She’s very shy,” Draco muttered, twisting around toward the dog. The lead was straining. “She might not like a stranger holding the lead.”

“She didn’t mind Seamus holding her the other night.” Harry knew he sounded sulky, but he sat down cross-legged on the grass anyway and went on. “I love dogs.”

“Seamus’s dad is a greyhound trainer and Seamus has two massive rescue greyhounds living in his flat in Shoreditch,” Malfoy said primly. “Seamus is great with dogs. But Peggy is very nervous, especially of men. She’s had a tough time of it. So you have to be careful with her.”

“You’re a man,” Harry said accusingly, then blushed as Malfoy raised one silvery eyebrow. In the full of the sun, his features were flattened down to oblique angles, skin gilded, eyelashes fading to translucence like points of stars.

“Not quite,” Malfoy said, and then he stretched self-consciously, rolling his shoulders, and his eyes clouded up for a moment, plum-dark like the London summer dusk. Harry had only seen him flying once but he remembered it—the greedy spreading span of feathers, and the concave arc of Malfoy’s spine as he leaned into the wind, and when he finally took off, the sinuous rolling beat of those wings.

As Malfoy shifted on the grass, the puppy’s quivering nose slid slowly around his side, and Malfoy dropped his arm back and scooped the dog into his lap.

“This is Peggy,” he said proudly.

“Hi, Peggy,” Harry said quietly, reaching a loose fist out to the dog for her to sniff. She gave his hand a cursory nuzzle then retreated back into Malfoy’s embrace, and watched Harry warily. Her head, cocked to one side, was almost square, the white fur ruffled into tufts, and her body looked too small to support it. Her ears were small triangular flaps, her eyes a clear amber, her paws like small shovels at the end of short bowed legs.

“She’s beautiful,” Harry said, enchanted by her suspicious sideways glare, the raised snaky line of scar tissue over the curve of her snout, her precisely-shorn underbelly with an old surgical mark meandering over the velvet of her flesh. “She’s really perfect, Malfoy.”

Malfoy looked torn between surprise and delight, and he looked down at the dog in his lap.

“I always wanted a crup,” he said, “but my parents wouldn’t allow it. It was only when I… you know”—he gestured behind himself, a wide sweeping movement that encompassed open skies, the tender fluttering of pin feathers, the sense of each wingbeat as a counterpoint to Harry’s battering pulse—“that I understood why. Veela magic, or whatever, it drives crups mad. Peggy doesn’t mind though, do you darling?”

He slid his hands around her flanks possessively, stroking her into sleekness. Her eyes rolled in delight before she flopped full-bellied onto Malfoy’s thighs. Harry chanced a rub behind her wonky ears, which she tolerated, eyes sliding shut. Around the muscular span of her neck, Malfoy’s fingers met Harry’s, stayed there.

“I’m possessive.” Malfoy was looking down at the dog in his lap, but his fingers were still on Harry’s, a tremble behind the firmness of his grasp. “It’s the creature in me. I can’t help it.”

“Peggy doesn’t look like she minds,” Harry told him, and as though she already understood her name, Peggy shifted in Malfoy’s lap, stretched her four paws out expansively, settling in. She looked at Harry, and he felt the cold nudge of her damp nose against the inside of his wrist, and then the rasp of her tongue, tentative at first.

“She likes you,” Malfoy said accusingly, like it was all some sort of trick, but his hands were still stroking stroking stroking over the disruption of Harry’s fingers buried deep in Peggy’s fur. Between the two of them, they were sending her to sleep.

[foodieforthoughts]

Sorry if this is long winded, but I’ve literally been thinking about this most of the day.

Kal fic or Henry fic? Idk but its what I got.

One day, while Henry is gaming Kal starts following you around. Nothing out of the blue so you don’t think anything of it, he’s probably a little lonely. Days go by and this keeps happening. You go to the bathroom, he’s right there. You sit down and he’s got his head in your lap, and if you lay down he tries to lay his head on your stomach. He even gives a low warning growl to Henry when he tries to touch you. But then it’s like he feels bad about it because he licks his hand right after. You just can’t figure out what’s going on with him.

The next morning you get sick, and you think maybe it’s a stomach virus, but you can’t stop throwing up, and Kal is by your side the whole time, whimpering and whining while you hug the toilet. The next afternoon you’re lying on the couch feeling crummy with Kal’s head in your lap. Henry jokes about how he’s been acting lately, trying to lighten the mood saying his dog has stolen his wife. You talk about how you’re feeling, and he says, “if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were pregnant, and Kal has figured it out before us” you laugh it off, but take a test without him knowing.

Babe, your ask is pretty much a drabble in itself and I LOVE IT!!! 😍 I hope you don't mind I gave a little spin for myself 😌♥️

Title: Little Guardian

"C'mon buddy." You heard Henry's voice from by the door making you peek open an eye to look at what all the fuss was about. "Kal, the sun's about to come up. I need to get back home to leave for work." He continued, tapping his thighs with the leash dangling from his hand.

"What's wrong?" You groggily asked, rubbing your eyes to rid of the sleep.

"Kal won't budge." Henry pointed at the big bear laying on the bed with his head on your knee.

"Is he sick?" You touched Kal's ears to see if he was running a temperature, but they were warm as they normally were. You looked at his snout, wet and healthy as Kal licked your hand as you rubbed his furry head. "He seems okay."

"He is. He's being very lazy." Henry sat next to Kal and ruffled his fur while giving him scratches. "I'll go for the run without him, is that okay?"

You settled against the cool sheets again, putting Henry's pillows next to you and making place for Kal to settle against your tummy. "I think we'll be alright." Kal decided to lay down entirely, placing his head on the crook of your arm and turning on his back. Henry smiled fondly at his bear and scratched his tummy before giving your sheet covered feet a squeeze and walking out the room, switching off the lights as he exited.

Over the next few days, Kal became your shadow. Henry pointed it out while he was on a break from trying out a new game, for when he had called Kal over for a cuddle, the pooch had ignored him and followed you to the kitchen instead. You had laughed it off as Kal only following the scent of the defrosting chicken in the kitchen, giving the bear a treat instead.

But then you started noticing him everywhere. He was there when you woke up and when you went to pee. You saw him following you to the garden when you went to plant new seeds. Kal hated sitting out in the sun, his fur made him vulnerable to heat stroke, but he sat next to you while you continued gardening.

One day you were sitting sprawled on the carpet, reading your book when Kal laid his head in your lap. You scratched his head absentmindedly, taking it as Kal missing human affection. But what took both you and Henry by surprise was when the bear growled at your husband as Henry tried to pull you up to your feet to take you to your bedroom. You had watched as Henry sternly, but lovingly, scolded Kal for the behavior and in turn Kal licked Henry's hand as an apology.

"I think it was the sushi." You spit in the toilet bowl, shivering as nauseous washed over you again. Henry had your hair held away from your face, gently running his hand up and down your back.

You had been throwing up for an hour now, having woken up feeling queasy and sweaty. Kal had followed you to the bathroom and whined, trying to paw at you for comfort. Your retches and Kal's whimpers had awoken Henry and he had been quick to come to your aid.

Resting your head on your arm, you hugged the toilet waiting for the next bout of vomiting to start. Peering at Kal, you noted him sitting with his ears perked up and his eyes staring at you. Reaching a weak hand to ruffled his fur, you patted his head with a smile.

The rest of your day and the subsequent days to come, you make the couch and the bed your only refuge. Like a loyal guardian, Kal stayed put besides you, only leaving your side for food and water. Trying to ease your discomfort, Henry placed a wet cloth on your flushed forehead, the hot flashes leaving you irritated and crummy. Sitting on the armrest and pushing your sweat slicked hair to the side, Henry makes you lay your head on his thigh.

"Kal refuses to leave you." Henry ran his fingers through your hair as you sighed, looking at your buddy bear with his big fluffy body barely accommodating near your feet. "What if he's trying to say something to us? Maybe you are pregnant and he's figured it out?" He joked as you swatted at his thigh, his chuckles making the sickly air bearable.

"We have to have sex for me to start baking the bun in my oven. Do you even remember when we last retired to bed together?" You adjusted in your seat, looking up at Henry who nodded silently. His work schedule was messing with his routine and on several occasions, you had gone to bed alone, only for Henry to join you sometime later in the night.

Although Henry had jokingly suggested about your situation and you had dismissed it, your mind began counting the days to when you should have be expecting your period. It was possible you had forgotten about a session of hurried lovemaking or contraception failure to occur. While your husband had taken to prepare for his shoot the next day, you had gone up to your bedroom with Kal in tow. Taking the single test out of the cabinet you had brought for a pregnancy scare many months ago, you debated whether you were feeling happy or scared.

"Let's see buddy, maybe you're right?" You patted Kal on his head before telling him to wait outside the bathroom. They were the longest three minutes of your life after peeing on the stick and you had sat on the floor near the doorway with Kal resting his head on your lap. The timer on you phone had pinged and with a deep breath you had reached for the stick on the counter.

With wide eyes and tears beginning to well in them, you had stared at the two pink lines on the stick. Bringing your hand to cover your mouth as happy sobs escaped your lips, you hugged the faithful little guardian by your side, placing kisses on his head and getting licked in the face by him.

"You knew all along, bear." You booped his nose and stood up, wiping your tear streaked cheeks to let Henry know he's going to be a father and his joke just turned out to be true.

[unohanadaydreams]

As the name suggests, I'm always thirsty for the Big Guy 😉 I wonder how Kenpachi would react if Ikkaku found a piece of your lingerie in the barracks, but no one knew about your relationship?

The idea of Kenpachi being viewed as sus for fucking a 4th member fuels me so ofc. This got out of hand but I fully blame the energy IkkaYumi brings to anything ever and not myself. Thank you for understanding.

Features: smut (18+) at the mid-point, IkkaYumi being real <3 for the majority of it, and sub!Kenpachi (☆ω☆), also idk maybe some minor angst but like made Seggsy.

Kenpachi Zaraki x f!reader (and IkkaYumi...mostly them tbh.)

Ikkaku slapped the door open with loudest ‘OI’ he could muster. The paper of the door ripped somewhere along the way as it slid open, the wooden frame wobbling as he stepped into the room.

Despite the noise, Yumichika’s hand stayed steadfast as he finished smudging eye shadow on his outer lid. Another ‘OI’ sounded, but no hand shook him or foot kicked at him while Yumichika held a brush to his eye.

Glacial, he finished blending the color until he was satisfied--rinsed the brush--set it to dry. Through the mirror in front of him, Yumichika looked to Ikkaku’s reflection only after admiring his own.

The lacy scrap of undies in Ikkaku’s hand lifted Yumichika’s brow.

“I thought you hated when I wore those,” he said with a sniff, turning to get a better look.

Ikkaku rubbed at his bald head, “yah think that because I do.”

Yumichika gestured for the undies and Ikkaku threw them. “And yet?”

“Yet, I found ‘em anyway!” Ikkaku fell into a wide squat, his hands fisting into the fabric of his uniform over his knees. “In the captain’s office.”

They stared at one another, both settling deeper into their feelings.

“Ikkaku, you must be joking,” Yumichika said, holding the undies against his arm. “This color makes me look positively jaundiced.”

“You think captain gives a shit about color theory?”

Yumichika threw the lacy bit of bullshit at Ikkaku’s face. Smiling when they landed on his dumb, shiny head. “He won’t even let me do his hair, Ikkaku. Your delusion is exhausting me.”

“Then--”

“Yes, Ikkaku. Then, they’re not mine. And they’re someone else’s.”

Ikkaku pulled the undies from his head, squinting at them. “Huh.”

Rising with a flourish, Yumichika let the sleeves of his robe billow behind him as he went for the cabinet to rummage for sake. Possibly a new boyfriend.

He came back after a few gulps, offering Ikkaku the bottle only after giving him a sound kick to the head that sent the man flopping to the side.

“Hey!” Ikkaku steadied himself with one hand and rubbed where he’d been kicked with the other...undies still in hand. “Ya can’t blame me. No one else around here would wear that shit.”

Yumichika gave a flat look. Took another gulp of sake. Sighed heavily as he sank to Ikkaku’s level.

“Which means they belong to someone who would,” Yumichika offered along with the sake. “Someone from a different division.”

“Must be serious,” Ikkaku said, sake dribbling down his chin. “Never found anything in his office...ever.”

Yumichika kissed at the trail of sake and took the bottle back once he’d settled into Ikkaku’s lap. “That means whoever it is will be back. And now we know what to look for.”

Ikkaku grunted, shoving his tongue in Yumichika’s mouth before the man in his lap could swallow his sake, not pulling away until he’d swiped as much alcohol with his tongue as he could.

“That shit ain’t good enough for you, anyway.”

“I know,” Yumichika said softly, tone at odds with him rising to stand, heading for the door.

“O--” A raised hand stalled Ikkaku from pointing to his tightened hamaka.

“Fix my door first, dumbass.”

@

Ikkaku lowered from his tip-toes, a man afflicted. “No way.”

“I told you,” Yumichika said in a hiss. “Not just from 4th division, but a pencil pusher.”

You looked like the kind who’d scramble to bring an 11th division soldier any impossible request they bullied you for. The quintessential mouse every self-respecting soldier was inclined to paw at.

“Don’t look so fucking smug, Yumi,” Ikkaku grumbled, peeling off the wall and pulling Yumichika back towards the training grounds by the back of the puffed-up peacock’s uniform, right at the lower back. Yumichika had just gotten his fifth pay-back punch in when they hit the gate that separated captain’s estate from training ground.

Theirs might have been the only captain so enamored with battle that he’d moved his quarters as close as the captain general would allow. If it weren’t for the bullshit ‘housing codes and regulations’, Ikkaku was sure the house would’ve been on top of the large rectangle of packed dirt that served as the largest training ground in the entire division. 

Once they’d hopped the low wall, more meant to keep Zaraki’s house away from the grounds than to keep his underlings on the grounds away from him, Yumichika fell on the nearest bench to fix his uniform.

“Well now what?” Ikkaku rubbed at his side, knowing he was going to need to stretch soon or the tight knot Yumichika had punched into his side or even a night drowned in sake wouldn’t numb it when he collapsed in his futon.

Yumichika didn’t look up from retying his stiff, decorative obi but his face softened, “Now that we’ve been successfully nosy? I was thinking that new, chic sushi bar near the 1st. The one where all the wait-staff look just as yummy.”

“No I, mean--yeah, we’re definitely going,” Ikkaku said, his previous thought tripping over the vision of pretty smiles from androgynous beauties. “But, what do we do about the captain?”

“Well, I’m not going to say anything, but I also have tact. And grace,” Yumichika shrugged, fluffing the bow of obi.

Ikkaku kicked dirt and tensed forward at the shoulders, like he planned to lunge and attack. “I ain’t no fucking snitch and you know it. Don’tcha?”

Sliding forward, Yumichika massaged at Ikkaku’s tense shoulders, rolling his eyes. “I wasn’t saying you would. Just that you’re tactless. And might on accident--which makes you an idiot, not a snitch.”

“Damn right,” Ikkaku grunted, anything but Yumichika’s agreement sliding off his bald head like water. “Wouldn’t snitch for anything. But what if someone else finds out? Like a captain or something. We can’t kill one of them and--”

“Oh, stop worrying about it,” Yumichika said, interrupting and pulling at Ikkaku’s arm--he was hungry, both for refined food and beauties. “No one who wants to live will chance Kenpachi asking for a fight. Or that Captain Unohana; she seems vicious in a way more of our men should be. Such grace.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right,” Ikkaku nodded, letting himself be dragged off for sushi, sake, and sublime wait-staff. Still, there was morale to think about. No hardened warrior of the rukongai wanted to hear their fearless leader had a weakness for...the weak.

There had to be something more to it but Ikkaku wasn’t going to dig more into his captain’s business. He was more than happy to put the shovel down and follow Yumichika, even as the truth sat uncomfortably at the base of his skull.

@

You were weak in all the ways shinigami measured such things--swordsmanship, spiritual pressure, and kido were subjects you studied more than you practiced, let alone pulled off. But you had enough power to pass school and be sorted into the 4th division ranks, where you excelled.

An aptitude for medical procedure, surgery, and technology was what garnered you not just safety, but respect among your peers.

As for the other divisions? Well, you had some friends in 12th who fully understood your position.

Kenpachi Zaraki? Certainly wasn’t someone who could relate to you.

But, that was fine.

You preferred your men muzzled, anyway.

“Too bad, Cap--tain,” you breathed, stretching his title with your tongue playfully. “I was hoping they’d find out everything.”

Pulling yourself up, one fist over the other, by the leather leash tied taunt around Kenpachi’s neck, you delighted in seeing the muscles there strain to accommodate your weight and the need for breath at the same time.

You pressed your lips against his ear after admiring the rough line of his mouth being forcibly split open by a ball gang, pretty, pink, and yours. “Can’t you go faster?”

His answering grunt was followed by his body pressing into yours quick enough turn your teasing into moans. That’s what you liked most about Kenpachi; he was always striving to be better and exceeding expectation.

it would be effortless for him to put his hands on you without permission or rip out the ball gag, but he didn’t. Even when you met in a grimy bar close to the 11th, too drunk to realize who’s thigh you were toying with, his attention to what you wanted was surprising.

You panted, toes curling as he hit that lovely spot only he ever had, “H-hands on hips.”

So eager, he kneaded from the tops of your thighs to your hips like dough, obviously glad to be rewarded. You were eager too--for the angle. Your hips tilted upward gave him more depth and your fingers tightened on his leash.

There was no need to command for more, because he was giving you his all. And he kept going until your scattered breathing paired with the tight heat he was pounding into you snapped all at once, so intense that your eyes watered.

While you basked in the trembling after shocks, catching your breath, Kenpachi went still.

Until you said, “Sit on floor.”

The bed creaked and rose as he left it, leaving you to collect yourself in peace. When you rose to sit, he was kneeling on the floor, his cock hard and bobbing above his thighs.

You walked to him slow, nails scratching through his rough, black hair as you circled behind him. “Such good work,” you praised, “Just like always.”

Trailing down to the buckle, your fingers made quick of his ball gag, parting it from his teeth gently, and tossing it on the bed.

“What do you want me to reward you with, Kenpachi?” You asked him, only once you’d come to face him, your hand urging his jaw up, his eyes on yours.

“To get off,” he said, shameless.

You hummed, “then do it.”

Frowning, Kenpachi leaned his face into your touch. “I want you to.....please.”

The word ‘please’ was said slow, his eyes leaving yours several times before he said it. You wondered how many people Kenpachi Zaraki had ever asked, for anything. Let alone, with manners.

You kissed his nose, finding the almost demure behavior cute, “Then I will. Lay down.”

He did, his arms behind his head, like he napping under a tree instead of waiting for your hands to give his weeping cock relief.

You took your time, teasing him with sensation by spitting into your hand and giving him light rubs, again and again until his hips lifted off the ground.

The lacy bit of pink undies that stretched tight over his thighs, were yours too. And you peeled them off, throwing them toward the ball gag as his breathing grew heavy in the air.

Perhaps you deserved less teasing, but you couldn’t resist dragging out the fun a touch more, one hand fondling his tightening balls while the other scratched lightly at his inner thighs.

His breathing was catching on groans and audible ‘ah’s that had you biting your lip. Thigh’s clenching, you finally began circling the tip of his cock. Soon, you were giving him his first pump, slick hand trailing his length from tip to base in smooth, steady motions.

Straddling his thighs, you took advantage of the position and put both your hands to work, gripping him harder but keeping the same pace.

“Look how hard you are,” you cooed, hands pausing as your thumb circled the slit topping the bulbous head of his cock. “Do you want to cum for me?”

His, “yes,” was immediately pushed from his heaving chest. You hummed, so tempted to climb on top of him fully. But, that would be a kind of weakness you didn’t allow yourself.

Kenpachi’s lone eye struggled to stay open as you lowered your lips to kiss the tip of him. You rose back up and licked them as he watched, his pre-cum salty as it settled on your tongue.

You couldn’t call him unraveling under your firm, fast touch seeing him at his weakest. But, you were certain it was a kind of vulnerable he seldom experienced. Even his arms had come from behind his head, his fingers flexing around air while he struggled to keep them away from you. His hips began bucking with such strength that you were forced to tighten your thighs around his to keep your place.

Desperate, is what he was. For you to give him what he worked for.

And, you did.

His cock pulsed as you wrung his orgasm out, thick ropes of cum falling over his sweaty stomach and dripping down your hands. His moan was loud, deep, and reverberated through out the room like a cry of victory.

You kept stroking him until he was completely spent, until he made a sound almost like a whine.

“I need--”

He sat up, setting you on the floor before padding to the bathroom, and coming back with a damp cloth. “Here.”

“Thank you,” you said, keeping your eyes on your hands as you willed yourself to calm down. His orgasm had made you want him again, badly. But you had things to do. He had things to do.

What you had with Kenpachi was strange and tenuous. And your smug confidence drained a bit as you cleaned yourself and him, until you were almost unsure.

What now? You’d never even seen his house before this. Always in more public places, where you parted almost immediately after playing with him.

“You want these back,” he asked, lifting the ball gag and undies in one hand while pulling back the blankets on the bed with the other. The leash was already on the bedside table, his neck angrily red still.

If you took them, you wondered if it was all over. “No, you should. They’re easy enough to clean.”

“...You sure?”

You nodded, not so attached to a couple cheap props that you’d be wounded if something happened to them. “They’re all yours.”

Shrugging after a moment of silence, he gestured with his head to the bed, “unless you wanna take a shower first.”

“I’m fine for now,” you responded, climbing under the blanket, more confused than obedient. “Are you tired?”

“Enough to sleep.”

The bed dipped from his bulk, forcing you closer. He tossed an arm around you, so you could get comfortable against his side. You lay your head on his chest, eyes still open, listening to him breathe.

At first, you’d thought maybe it was all a joke. That Kenpachi Zaraki was trying to trap you into....something, like those men who feigned nice before using all their muscle to force you to bend as they wanted. To teach you a lesson for trying to dominate him.

You didn’t delude yourself into thinking you had real, tangible power of him or any man you’d toyed with, after all. Just something momentary, like a brief understanding.

But you felt less cautious as your eyes drooped shut and your thoughts circled around his intentions. He always approached you and asked, vague and gruff, ‘here good?’ And you’d find a closet or office or twisty alley that would do.

This time, you asked him. And he took you to his bedroom, compliant as ever, waiting for you to sprinkle nice words in his ear, for you to give him pleasure for being his best.

Drifting off to the rise and fall of his chest, you wondered if things like that meant so much to him.

[dokifluffs]

Baby Halloween | Suna, Osamu

Pairings: Suna X Reader (female), and Osamu X Reader (female) 

Genre: domestic, spooky, fluffy halloween

Author’s Note: Osamu’s is canon (it’s not but you can’t tell me he WOULDN’T DO THIS). you can’t tell me otherwise. suna’s is also long ah ha ha

Baby Halloween | Konoha, Sakusa // Baby Halloween | Kenma and Kuroo // Baby Halloween | Kita, Tsukishima 

Warnings! Haikyuu dads with kids, post time skip

Suna: gif from @rivaillerose​ 💛 

Small hands tugged on his hand and arm dangling off the edge of the bed  

He took a deep breath in and let out a longer breath as he stretched his body beneath the cover draped over his bare back

He laid on his stomach with one arm curled beneath the pillow half his face was smushed into, the other arm beginning to play with his little girl as she stood beside the tall bed of his

He twirled his fingers as she tried to catch them in her hands, her small voice letting out happy squeals as he played with her in her attempts to wake up her father 

He purposefully ticked her, beneath her chin, played with her hair, gently nudged her around as she stumbled with her balance, trying to hold down her dad’s arm

“Hm, what’s up squirt?” Suna’s voice was raspy and muffled as half his face was still smushed into the pillow, part of him still asleep 

“It’s halloween,” his little girl looked up to him with her bright yellow-grayish eyes and dark brown shoulder length hair, soft as anything he’s ever felt and it had always been this way when she was born

“Hm.. I see. Are you excited?” He pushed himself up as the blanket slid off his back, the sunlight shining through a crack in the curtains right onto him as he sat on the edge of bed, his bare feet meeting the fluffy carpet below

He pushed out a yawn, wiping away a stray tear that welled up in his eye as he scratched the back of his neck, stretching his torso

His little girl waddled and stood at his feet, reaching up to him 

“upsy daisy,” he mumbled as he bent down, lifting her up to sit her on his hip as he stood, carrying her with him to the bathroom as he washed up and she sat on the sink counter beside him 

he poked her plush cheeks, nuzzling them with the back of his index finger as she let out a big yawn, her little tongue sticking out as she did this and a little smile pulled on his lips 

she was quiet just like him

while in the middle of brushing his teeth, he watched her do the same with her tooth brush, and even tied her hair into a simple pigtail on the top of her head 

after washing up, he carried her out again, still in his pajamas which only consisted of black sweatpants hanging loosely on his hips as he walked into his little girl’s room, her small toddler bed unmade with half the little plush blanket hanging off the edge of the bed 

“what do you wanna be this year?” he opened the wardrobe, sliding her clothes on the hanger to the side, pulling forward her costumes 

“this one,” she quietly pointed, one arm hugging around her father’s neck, little fingers combed through the hair at the bottom of his neck as she pointed to the beige color little fox suit 

“alright,” he hummed as he set her down on his bed, pulling the costume off the hanger, helping her get her feet through the fox onesie, zipping it up 

she snuggled her face into the sweater paws of the costume as he pulled the hood up, little fox ears on top with a plush fox tail that dragged on the floor as she walked, following him back to his bedroom 

she bounced around, hopping on her two feet, excitedly looking back to her tail 

“are you a bunny now?” he smiled as he glanced down to her 

“no,” she giggled up as she hugged his leg as the two of them stood in the master closet 

“I guess I have to match with you,” he sighed as he pulled his old fox onesie, changing into it so now he was the papa fox and she was his baby fox 

Osamu: gif from @rivaillerose​ 💛 

“Y/N, are ya ready for the cutest costumes ever?” Osamu called from upstairs as you waited downstairs at the bottom in your own costume

Every year, well every year since your twins had been born, Osamu and you were to take turns dressing them up

Last year was their first halloween and you had the privilege to dress them and now this year, their second one was Osamu’s turn

“I’ve been ready for the last few minutes, ‘Samu, lemme see our babies,” you looked through your camera roll, looking back to last year’s photos that you took of their costumes which were a brown bear and panda bear while you and osamu were ice bears from the show “we bare bears”

A classic that you and Osamu loved to watch, even if it was pretty childish at times but still an amazing show for the two of you nonetheless

After all, having a marathon of that show ended up being one of your guys’s dates in college

And here the two of you were seven years later

Married, financially stable after a few rough two, almost three years since graduating from college but the hardships were over and it was smooth sailing for the two of you as Osamu’s success began to grow  

He was all you needed and you were his - but then again, this all changed when you showed him the pregnancy test, and your little munchkins came

“Alright, eyes closed,” Osamu called as you went back to your camera app, preparing yourself to see them

But then again, nothing could ever truly prepare you for the two lives Osamu and you had brought into this world

“We’re comin’,” you couldn’t keep your heart from racing so fast, you had to cover your eyes from peeking on their own

You could hear their steps, well, Osamu’s as well as the giggles and baby sounds of your kids in his arms as he did the thing he always did while stepping down the steps whenever he held them

He always added a little extra bounce to make them laugh

“You two ready to show mommy our costumes?” He knelt beside them, his arms wrapped around their bodies, hands on their plump bellies

The two nodded as you squealed, squirming around the back of the arm of the couch you leaned on

“I’m most definitely winning this year, okay open your eyes in 3…2…1…”

“Oh my god!” You instantly collapsed to your knees, walking on them toward your twins as Osamu had dressed your daughter as a sushi roll and your son as a bottle of soy sauce

“Her little wasabi headband,” you squealed as Osamu wore his Onigiri Miya uniform, serving the two of them to you as himself

The two of them babbled as they raised their hands, spouting out incoherent sounds that you assumed were meant to be words

Osamu and you had been trying to get then to either say “mama” or “papa” first but alas, it was still too early

“So did I win?” He leaned down as he stuck his face in between theirs, pressing their cheeks to both sides of his own

And this did it

The three pairs of eyes of the ones you loved most in this world were just staring back at you all so cute in their outfits

“Yes, yes, you win, oh my god ‘Samu, my heart-“ you rest your hand on your chest as you overflowed your phone with pictures of the two of them, getting them to hold hands, to sit beside the pumpkins on the front step of the house

It was too perfect, you couldn’t have asked for a better husband or life at this point

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