#cuteness aggression
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r3nblade · 25 days ago
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a redraw from this screenshot specifically because im losing my fucking mind!
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jkvjimin · 7 months ago
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tiny 🥺 cr. 0613data
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fluffynna · 17 days ago
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bro is cutie patootie AAGH-😵
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33-16 · 15 days ago
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i have the most extreme cuteness aggression towards these two grown men. and i love that for me. they give me life.
the max pic is by strawberrymax on twitter and the charles pic is by sediciskyfall on twitter.
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whumpster-dumpster · 2 months ago
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A whumper who gets cuteness aggression toward their pet whumpee
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heretherebedork · 2 months ago
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Cuteness aggression now has a face!
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takami-takami · 10 days ago
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It makes me so mad that Keigo is the type of guy to respond like, "okaaaaay 🥰" when he's in love. Like the boy practically skips on the way to work the morning after you give him his first kiss and it makes me want to throw him in a closet.
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katskindahere · 1 year ago
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twitter loved when i showed off the unused mia fey sprites. middle is my fave but third she is so thinking
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icarusredwings · 2 months ago
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Scent. 2/2
Didn't know I had to tag for fourth wall breaks, but here it is! Logan has cuteness aggression. SFW, pg-13, Primal scenting, established poolverine, countryside comedy, angst, and fluff. Wade gets smothered in front of the fireplace by a big domestic wolverine because of his self-confidence issues. Mental health issues.
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Requested by @asaturnerofficial
“It has nothing to do with the makeup.” 
“Then why do you keep taking it off?!” 
“Because you don't need it! And it stinks like high heaven, that crap can not be good for your skin.” 
“My skins already fucked, James, just leave me alone.” 
Still trying to cover his face, Wade whined, frustrated with him and himself for being the way he was. No, it wasn't his fault, but he still felt like shit. His head wasn't nice to him, Logan knew that feeling all too well.  
It didn't take long for him to learn when enough was enough, either. They didn't exactly have a safe word rather than a scent, and a tone he knew meant too much. To back off. And as much as he didn't want to, he did, climbing off of him as he sat, his chin in his hand. 
“So what? You're just going to do this every day for the rest of your life?” He grumbled, also frustrated that Wade's brain was mean to him, and didn't let him see all the beauty that he had. It took him a long time to learn that what other people thought of him didn't matter as long as the ones that cared about him did just that. Cared. 
Letting out a high-pitched groan, He rolled over, covering his head with his hat, grumbling something under his breath. 
“...This is because of what that guy said earlier, isn't it?” he muttered, now crossing his arms. 
“No-” he lied. And Logan knew it was a lie. He could smell it. 
That was the only thing about being with him that made his partners leave, they couldn't slip anything past him and his need to resolve issues (or just straight up leave) made it even more difficult. But he already promised that he wouldn't leave Wade. Not without telling him first, at least. 
“You're a terrible liar. You know that?” 
“So are you...” 
Not in the sense that he couldn't go pick up milk without him freaking out, but if he was gone for more than a couple of days, he'd get a call. And vise versa. Some things they couldn't tell each other for safety reasons. 
‘Where have you been?? You reek of sewer’ 
‘Job.’ Followed by the zipper mouth motion that meant ‘Don't ask details’ 
‘Aahh.. get it done?’ 
‘Always do!’ 
‘Hard?’ 
‘Nah, panic room.’ 
‘Uggh panic rooms.’ 
‘I know, right?’
‘Soooo…’ He'd gesture to him with a finger, questioning about the smell. 
‘You don't wanna know. In fact, I don't even wanna know!’ 
‘Bar?’ 
‘Shower first.’ 
‘Taco place?’ 
‘Taco place.’ 
Oh, he remembered that day. He ordered tacos from that place Wade liked, and after his shower, they ended up on the couch for a while, then went out for the night. It was like that, and honestly, he had no issues with it. He enjoyed being able to just… BE.. with him. They could just be themselves. 
But now Mr. Merc with a mouth, was taking a break from the mercenary stuff. He's been out of his suit more and more. And covering more and more. But why now? Since when did he cover himself up with this junk? He knew Wade did ‘Touch ups with the makeup team’ or whatever he said, but this was just too much. 
Part of him felt like he was losing it too because he wanted to march up to that ‘make up artist’ and slash them in the face for making him feel like his entire face needed to be hidden. Though he couldn't, obviously, because that person didn't exist in the material world rather than being a figment of his boyfriends imagination. 
“...What gets ratings?” He asks, glancing at him, having an idea. 
“What do you mean?” Barely a whimper. 
“Well… ratings are good, right? So.. what do they like?” God, he couldn't believe he was going along with this. He hoped it wouldn't make it worse. 
“Good writing, amazing actors, a good thrill… I guess.. why?” 
Climbing back over him, Logan hovered him with a soft, almost hopeful smirk. “Does this get ratings?” He asked, gently kissing his head, beginning to rub their cheeks together affectionately. “That do anything?” 
Looking at him, His face already heated up, giving him that look that never got old. The ‘Holy shit did you just do that?’ Glance with wide eyes and a goofy grin. “I-it's not that simple. I mean, you got the tech crew, The Sound Team, the-” 
This kiss was slower, humming into it as he took his hand, holding it intertwined with his own fingers, putting it up above his head. Turning his head a little, He nipped at his tongue, chuckling as he pulled away. 
“What about now?” 
“I-i…” And that folks is how you shut up your Deadpool. Manual restarts can do the system some good once in a while. 
“What? Cat got your tongue, Princess?” 
Getting that stare of utter bafflement, he took that as a yes. “Now hold still for me.” 
Quickly, he nods, putting his other arm up too, clearly excited assuming this was going somewhere else, but in reality-   
Leaning down, He began to kiss every little spot on his face, every patch getting it’s own special attention. Instantly, Wade blushed harder, letting out a sound that reminded him of a squeaky toy, trying to push him away. 
“Eeh!! No! I'm still mad at you! You can't kiss your way out of this!” he giggled, but Logan knew he didn't want him to stop and he was starting to smell better already. 
Rubbing his scratchy beard against him, he began to let out a little growl. This happens sometimes. He would get too overwhelmed with his emotions and would become angry, snarling at him with their noses touching. 
Beginning to laugh, He tried to push his head to the side, knowing he would bite him if he didn't get away soon. “No!! Logan, don't eat me!” He now turned his head elsewhere. “The original line was ‘Please Mr wolverine, devour me in cold hard blood.’ But it didn't test well with younger viewers.” 
“Why the hell are younger people watching this to begin with? Go do your homework or Something, ya little brats!” 
“GGASSPP Wolvie, stop it! They already did all their homework!... at least they were supposed to..” 
“Oh yeah? All of them? Even that one!?” He points directly at you. Yeah, you. You know who you are. “If I find out that you're skipping out on your homework to watch some show that's too old for you, why Im gonna-” 
Tapping his shoulder, Logan looked down again at the man trapped underneath him. 
“Is that what that feels like? Being ignored? Because if I remember correctly in this scene, I'm supposed to be the one getting attention, yeah?” 
“Attention? Sorry, Bub, we're all outta that.” He teased, smirking, happy that his scent was starting to be smothered in him instead of that lousy foundation. 
“Actually I believe I had some on back order? I called ahead, you see.” He says, putting his finger up in a matter of fact manner. 
“What, like a reservation?”
“Exactly. Now, if you don't mind-” He turns. 
“And if You don't mind. I'm the star of this show and I say… Action!” 
And that was his cue, Chomping the finger clean off. With a shout and a complaint of ‘That was my good hand!’ a smaller baby finger began to grow back. 
“Jesus, peanut, I know you're hungry, but that's why I came in here in the first place! I was gonna ask what you want for dinner. The next thing I know, i'm being assaulted!” 
“Oh please. You aren't being assaulted… yet.” 
“Yet!? Woah woah woah, Logie, this story is pg-13! We already used up all of our *Beeps* So careful! The studio is gonna be pissed!” 
“... did you just bleep yourself?” 
“No.” 
“Yes you fu-” 
“Beeep!” 
Staring for a moment, Logan blinked. Alright. That settled it. He was off his rocker. All the screws in his head completely gone, not even loose at this point, just straight up missing. 
“...Fu-”
“BEEP!!” 
“Yeah, I'm gonna show you beep. Beep this.” 
Holding his face still, he decided there was only one way to calm down. And it was a last resort. “You know what I want for dinner, Wade?” 
“No. That's why I came to ask.” Oh good lord, there was nothing in that brain of his. Was there? Probably all those damn chemicals - 
“Well… I'll give you a hint.” 
“Ooh I love this game!!” He cheered, doing a small and excited wiggle. 
At this, he couldn't help but chuckle again, leaning in close. “It's right in front of me.” 
“Wait.. Wha- Yeouch!!”  Before he could fully process the flirt, his oversized weasel of a boyfriend bit him, right in the cheek, and then the nose, then nipped his ears, before finally chomping down on a collar bone. “Hey- No- staaph! Get off of me, you big ape!” He'd whine, pushing his head only for him to bite harder. 
“I'm a wolverine, actually. THE Wolverine.” He growls, connecting their foreheads as he smirks, his canines flashing in the firelight before shifting himself to bite him again. The entirety of his neck sat between his jaws, a grumble of satisfaction and playfulness coming from his throat. 
His hands came to his hair, petting him a bit and playing with the little curls on the sides, perfectly content to let him get his aggression out. “Are you purri-” 
“Nuh!” He growled a bit louder, biting harder, causing a small gasp. 
“I don't know, baby girl, sounds like purring to me-” 
“Shuddup!” Placing his fist against his skull, the other took his hand, holding it tight. 
“God you're so pathetic, aren't you big boy? Getting all worked up over nothing.” Wade teased, not minding his neck becoming a chew toy and his hand getting crushed. Infact he was smiling, looping the little ears around his finger with a giggle. 
“Says the one who needs his whole face covered just to go feed chickens.” he grumbled, pulling away and shaking his head a bit, getting off that extra energy. 
“That's not fair and you know it.” The one on the floor mumbled, crossing his arms again. 
“.. Just because some of us don't need the makeup chair doesn't mean none of us do..” 
“You're a real idiot ain't ya?” He muttered, getting up, kicking off his boots as he began to walk off. Sitting up, of course he wanted to follow, but Logan turned, pointing at him sternly. “Stay.” 
“Oh, what!? Noo!! I hate when you do this! Logan!” He whined, pouting and kicking his feet like a child, or perhaps A demon who was just placed into a salt circle. Maybe both. 
Laying here, Pouty, Wade decided right then and there that if he came back with a camera, he was going to kick him in the balls so hard that they'd have to grow back. How he wasn't sterile by now was beyond him. Then again, Logans never had to do intense chemotherapy either. Blinking, he stared at the fire, debating if he should start doing that again… It made him feel so much worse, but in the long term, he did admit to feeling better.. that was the best part about having a suit that fully covered you, though. No one ever assumed that Spidey had stage 4 cancer. Not ever… oh web powers would be pretty cool though, yeah?  
“Yeah.. they would, wouldn't they..” 
“Are you talking to yourself again?” 
“Do you think it would be cool to have web powers?” He asked, avoiding the question only to turn and see that Logan awkwardly was carrying his make up bag and his template of multiple brushes and eyeshadows. 
Within a second, he sat up, panicking with the assumption that he was going to destroy all of it. “Don't you dare!!” 
“Don't I dare what?” The man stopped, wondering why he was so upset. He thought guys were into their boyfriends doing makeup for them? They were online anyway. “And as for your question, I'm almost 400 pounds, what do you think? I doubt they could even hold me.” 
By now he was standing, almost teary eyed as he pointed at him. “I'm serious, Logan! Don't!” 
Blinking, He looked around, a little on edge as if there was a bomb or something, but he didn't see anything. It then hit him in the chest that Wade might actually need to go somewhere else for help. He knew he saw things sometimes, but there really was nothing. “Don't what!?” 
Following where he was looking, he held up the bag a bit more. “What? This?” Really, he couldn't be more confused. He knew that it was expensive but he didn't know it was ‘Don’t touch it’ expensive. 
“..Please…don't.” Wade whispered, the tears leaving the station, his body language changing to become more shut down, holding himself as he turned to walk in a tiny circle, pacing. 
“Okay, okay! Just… "Let's take a breath ..okay?" I didn't know.” Slowly putting the bag down, he put his hands up, taking a step towards him instead. “Come're. What? What's wrong?” But he didn't come nor hear him at all, shaking his head, sniffling. 
Oh, it was times like this when Howlett really wished one of his daughters was home. They were so much better at this kind of stuff. Okay.. what would they say.. 
“Erm.. it's okay.. pumpkin.. just.. tell me, what's wrong?” That sounded terrible. “Uhm..please?” 
And that sounded even worse. 
Turning, he swallowed, choking out. “Yo-you're going to break it..”
Between the look in his eyes, the way he was standing, and this sentence alone, His eyes widened. “..You thought I was going to bust up all your makeup? On purpose?” 
The silence was enough to answer, staring at him as if he'd hurt him if he replied. A lot of people didn't actually know this, but behind that blood lust and violence, there was so much hurt. So much trauma. It was kind of crazy how well their lives matched up, actually. Scary even. Maybe it's why they worked. 
“Shit, Wade… I didn't.. I'd never do that to you. I know how much it means to you I just.. Damn words are hard.” He groaned, putting his hands on his head for a moment, trying to think. It was harder to think when he stared at him like that. He's had plenty of people stare at him like he was a rabid, feral animal. They were terrified that he'd hurt them. But this was different, and it hurt a lot more. 
He was scared of being hurt emotionally, not physically. And that feeling alone made him want to walk away. To go far far away from Wade so he could never hurt him. 
‘I'm not going to walk out on you just because you cry, moron’ 
‘..promise?’ 
‘Sure.’ 
‘Pinky promise? Cross your heart?’ 
‘Heh. Sure. Cross my heart. Hope to die’ 
This promise rang through his head every single time he had this feeling. The one deep in his gut that got him here in the first place. He got here by running away. Not anymore. Not ever again. 
“Wade, I-... I wanted to do your makeup.” He admits, swallowing seeing as this type of intimate, gentle conversation was new for him, nervous that he'd mess it up again. 
“W-what?” 
“Yeah, I… I figured..” rubbing the back of his neck, He put another hand in his pocket, grumbling at how stupid this all sounded. 
Taking a step forward, he seemed… Hopeful. Trusting and honest. “C-cross your heart?” 
Immediately Logan perked up, nodding and crossed his heart with a finger. “Hope to die… come here?” Ah yes, Come here. The classic ‘I'm too manly to ask for a hug’ move. 
Sniffling, Wilson wiped his eyes, now feeling like a fool, coming to him as he hugged him, keeping him close as he began to giggle awkwardly. “..H-hi..” 
Holding him close and firmly, He rubbed his back, scratching it softly with his nails. These little hellos after disagreements or misunderstandings helped greatly. He wasn't sure why Wade always greeted him, but it felt nice. Part of him wondered if it was himself coming back down to the front or if he was simply saying ‘let's start over’ 
“...If they can hold a 4 ton truck, they can hold you.” 
“Huh??” 2 seconds after making up, and he was already confused. 
“The webs.” 
“Oh. Yeah, they could then, couldn't they?” 
He nods, specifically nuzzling into his chest, taking in that musky, hard-working man smell he always had. Maybe.. he'd stop using the stinky ones. 
Move over Janet. You've just been fired and replaced with Mr. Howlett. Director of Scent and the new makeup artist in town. 
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socially-anxious-wizard · 8 months ago
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They make me ill.
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alltoounwellll · 8 months ago
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Remus gets cuteness aggression with Sirius
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preciouslittle-bhaalbabe · 1 month ago
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I want to love and care for him and make him feel safe but I also must SSSHAKE HIM. GRRRRRRRRRR
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iwasntstable · 1 month ago
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he makes me mad
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sources: X + X
don't actually know where that last one is from if someone can let me know I'll add the source
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eldoradofineng · 4 months ago
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Softie boi with ruffled hair 🥹❤️
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kiroshere IG
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fashionteahouse · 29 days ago
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Can I request Seth x reader who getting the worst case of cuteness aggression because of him where they'll be like "I would kill someone for just looking at you wrong but you're so cute it pisses me of and I wanna hit you with my car" and the pack are just concerned but Seth's just like "she's so nice🤭"
bad habit - seth x reader
Sparkles in the eyes shine greater than the sun, the moon, and the stars in the universe. Cuddling on a love seat, the cuteness overload of Seth ignites you. A cheek reaches over and meets his cheek, gently pinching it and your nose was scrunched while a smile. Seth affectionately rubs your leg that you have resting on him.
Sam appears then, with a pair of scissors and a barber cape. It’s time for the boy’s to get their haircuts, preventing their fur to be tangled the next time that they have to phase. Seth being the youngest, he was picked to go first.
You lean and kiss his cheek, with your lips attached, your teeth graze and nibble the fat on his cheek. You let go, “So cute. I just want to eat you up.” you say to him lovingly. He looks at you with lovesick puppy eyes with a blush faint on his face as he makes his way to the kitchen with Sam.
It didn’t take too long. All he needed was a touch up trim. Seth comes out with a handheld mirror with a fresh cut and looks to you, “What do you think?”
You run your fingers through his hair and gently tug while smiling. “I love it.”
“I don’t know. It’s a bit shorter than I would like. I hope none notices.” He says a bit unsure.
You cup his cheeks and look him straight in the eye, “I would kill someone for looking at you wrong but you’re so cute it pisses me off. I just want to hit you with my car.” you coo to him and he closes his eyes and smile.
“Whoaaa. A tad bit far.” Sam says.
“That was nice of her. Isn’t she sweet?” he says in a sappy voice with a smile to match. You pinch both of his cheeks to solidify the love you had for the boy in front of you.
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asleepdeprivedbugnerd · 1 year ago
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CLOSE UP PICS OF MOTHS ARE SO CUTE AAA😭💖
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HOW DO PPL HATE THESE BABBIES?!!??😭💖
THE CUTENESS AGGRESSIVE AAAA
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