#my gosh I can’t this is so adorable 🥺💖

[veryblushyswitch]

THEIR DYNAMIC!! 😭💖💖💖

Belated Birthday Gift!

Summary: Tanjiro didn’t tell Rengoku when his birthday was. As a result, Rengoku decides to have a little fun with his tsuguko during training

A/N: Tanjiro’s birthday was yesterday so happy birthday to that sweet boy!!

Tanjiro’s eyes went wide one moment and then the next, he was shrieking and giggling as he lay on the grass, Rengoku’s fingers poking and prodding up and down his ribs and sides. It started off as a normal day, meeting up to train, however Rengoku had a different plan in mind. Rengoku decided to start with an ab workout and while Tanjiro couldn’t complain since he was able to lie down for the first half of his training session, he couldn’t do much to protect himself once Rengoku began poking and prodding up and down his sides, telling him to keep his core engaged.

To be fair, his birthday had been the day before and he failed to tell Rengoku. He found out from Inosuke, Zenitsu, Genya, Kanao and Muichiro. Rengoku said this was a little belated birthday gift and suddenly started tickling him after he decided to stop poking around his sides but Tanjiro knew it was just a playful punishment for not telling him about his birthday. There was no way Tanjiro could complain and say he hated this. If anything, Tanjiro was having fun, laughing and squirming on the grass.

“Rehehengoku sahahahan!! Ihihi’m sohohorry!!” Tanjiro squealed, Rengoku now kneeling next to him and letting his fingers dance all over the boy’s ribs, making their way up to his armpits. “Nonono!! Hahaha!! Nohohot my ahaharmpits!!”

“Sorry, young Kamado! But this is your belated birthday gift from me! Hey! Ahaha! Don’t try to stop the tickles!” Rengoku chuckled, watching Tanjiro try his best to slap his hands away.

“You ahahalways tihihickle mehehehe!!” Tanjiro whined, shrieking as Rengoku gently dug his fingers into his armpits.

“Yes, when you’re discouraged or you mess up your breathing. Other than that, I hardly tickle you, my boy! Is this you saying I should tickle you more often, ESPECIALLY on your birthday??” Rengoku prompted, suddenly tickling the sensitive spot above Tanjiro’s knees.

All he could reply with was a frantic head shake. Tanjiro couldn’t help but squirm and attempt to get away. It was out of pure instinct but once Rengoku’s fingers successfully worked their way up and down to his thighs, Tanjiro resorted to curling up and laughing his head off. He honestly hadn’t received birthday tickles since his thirteenth birthday and found himself to be very happy in this moment, laughing as Rengoku tickled him silly.

Now that the tickles we’re heading towards his stomach, Tanjiro’s laughter grew, now unable to protest as Rengoku’s fingers skittered and scribbled up and down his sides in quick successions before he started clawing at his belly. Tanjiro couldn’t fight him off even if he wanted to, rolling around for a few seconds before letting out the loudest fits of belly laughter he’s ever heard himself make.

“Ohh?” Rengoku observed, chuckling as Tanjiro’s laughter reached new heights upon poking him in the stomach. “Is this your worst spot? This tummy of yours?”

Shaking his head, Tanjiro flailed for a few seconds only to give in, curling up around Rengoku’s hands as his stomach was clawed at. His legs kicked out and Tanjiro gasped as he suddenly let out a loud snort, his cheeks blushing with embarrassment as his hands flew up to his mouth, covering up his giggles. Rengoku easily removed Tanjiro’s hands, smiling as he saw the bright pink cheeks and the happy smile. Scribbling from his hips up to his armpits and back down to the center of his belly, Rengoku laughed, hearing another series of snorts escape.

“Happy belated birthday, young Kamado!!” Rengoku shouted, giving Tanjiro’s hair a ruffle, deciding that he had enough birthday tickles. “Now that your ab workout is complete, let’s do some sword swings!”

Tanjiro gasped for air, curled up on the grass still, not responding, just giggling hysterically from the residual tickles.

“Unless you want more tickles?” Rengoku added, squeezing Tanjiro’s sides. “I can certainly tickle you a little more if that’s what you want!”

“GYAAHAHAHA!! GIHIHIMME AHAHAHA BREHEHEATHER!!! I’LL DOHOHO THE SWOHOHORD SWIHIHINGS!!” Tanjiro screamed, flailing until Rengoku stopped. “PLEHEHEASE REHEHENGOKU SAHAHAN!!”

“Ahaha! Alright, alright!” Rengoku chuckled, patting Tanjiro’s back. “Five minute break. Then we resume training. Happy belated birthday, Tanjiro!”

Tanjiro smiled, thanking Rengoku for the birthday wishes, resting for a few minutes before getting up and swinging a wooden katana.

[silenzahra]

Regarding that reblog about sending you asks…well…I just want to say that I am proud of how far you’ve come both as a person and as a writer (and artist). I’m so honoured to have you as a dear darling friend as you’re among the first to welcome me on Tumblr when I felt lost and wanting to broaden my horizons to seek a meaningful connection…

My dear darling, you are a stellar writer and you are such a gem in the SMB community. Those who have chosen to overlook you and your content are none the wiser and have missed out.

Thank you for enriching my life especially since we live in vastly different countries but I’m so glad that we found each other on Instagram as well. I wish nothing but fortune to come your way and my online presence to give you strength when you feel overwhelmed (I still can’t get over how you called me your Mario to your Luigi…I wasn’t joking when I said that I teared up at that, my dear darling. I honestly don’t see myself that way but if you say that it is, I believe you…)

To end this, please enjoy more brotherly love with Mario and Luigi…

And a bonus:

My dear @vulpixfairy1985, this ask was such a lovely surprise! AW I’m truly so moved and warm inside right now 🥹 Thank you so much for your kind and sweet words 🫂🫂🫂 You always make me feel so validated, and not only as a person but also as a writer AND an artist??? 🥺🥺🥺 You’re making me blush 😭🫂💖💖💖

I feel so elated and honored that you enjoy my content so much 🥹 I honestly don’t consider myself an artist as I don’t draw too often and I believe my style is so poor, but I deeply appreciate your support and you acknowledging me as one, as well as supporting the art I posted a while back of Luigi playing his guitar 💖💖💖

I truly am so happy and thankful that we met and that we’ve formed such a deep and strong connection, as I really feel that you are the Mario to my Luigi 🥰 Your presence is truly a source of strength and warmth and, just, good vibes! You sincerely enrich my life, dear friend, and I'm so moved that you consider that I do the same for you 🥹 I'm so glad I could make you feel welcome to this wonderful site! You've become one of the most important people in my life, and I'm truly so blessed to call you my friend 🫂🫂🫂💖💖💖

AWEEEE IT'S THE BOYS!!! 😄😄😄 Thank you so much for sending such wonderful gifs! Gosh, I can never have enough of how absolutely CUTE they look in the movie and how they protrayed their brotherly bond 🥹🥹🥹 Also, just as a curiosity: the moment at the beginning when Mario clears a path for Luigi was the very first thing that made me see that Nintendo had truly made an effort to show them as the loving and caring brothers we all know they are 🥹 So I'm truly so happy that you've included this gif here! As well as the reunion one of course, as I can never have enough of that moment 🥹❤️💚 (And the others too, I just, I love them all!)

And the last one with Luigi and Polty 😭😭😭 THEY'RE SO ADORABLE. I have a soft spot for Polty as he's truly the cutest doggy ever, and he always reminds me of my own dogs Baloo and Mauri as they're also so playful and affectionate 🥹 I truly LOVE Polterpup's bond with Luigi and how absolutely CUTE they look together 🥹 Thank you soooo much for such a lovely bonus gif! 🫂💚🤍

And of course, thank you for this wonderful ask that has filled my heart with so much joy and warmth 🥹 I love and adore you so so much, my dear friend! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

[fatuismooches]

I can't stop giggling reading through ur new post, gosh i think i'll have diabetes from this cuteness- 😭💞💞

I always have this headcanon of Capitano whenever he is drunk, just prepare urself bcs he will NOT let u go once he gets his hands on u. He became a bit too clingy 😭💓 everytime u tried to budge off of him, he hold u even tighter and put his head on top of ur head while nuzzling his face on ur hair with a grunt as a warning, so u just stuck there on his lap 😂

And also, BIG YESSS, i also think he is very silent when he is drunk and let his action do the talking 😖💞 also the way he tried to tilt the cup to reader's lips thinking that they can't do it themself??? Hello?? THAT IS SO CUTE AKSKAKSKSJAKSJ- 😭💓💞 Smooches ur brain is so huge omg 🛐🛐🛐 i'm in shambles-

Also i love the last 2 lines on Rosalyne's part 😭 "Experiencing love and loss changes a person more than what they show" And " .., taking care of her means letting her taking care of u" these 2 lines.. Gosh, she already went through a lot 😭(pls mihoyo, let Signora be playable 😔)

U legit never miss with ur writings smooches, they always really made my day 🙏 thank u so much! 🛐 i hope that good fortunes always come to ur way!

-🥝

(Not u putting that tiny angst on Scara's part 😭)

AWWW I GIGGLED WHILE READING THIS CUTENESS OMGG😭💗🛐  YOUR HCS ARE JUST SO RIGHT. He has such a firm grim on you, like you’re not going anywhere besides his lap so just be ready for this man to act all pouty if you try to disagree, and use his strength against you😔💖

AND YESSS HE’S SUCH AN ACTION GUY😩😫😩😫 The alcohol has an effect on his tongue so he’ll just let his actions tell you what he wants to do.😌 And please- I feel like Capitano is veryyy overprotective of you, you’re so tiny compared to him he can’t help but want to do things for you sometimes- he knows you’re fully capable but the alcohol is muddling his senses so just indulge him for a bit,,, it’s adorable anyway, who wouldn’t want that.. (and *cough* the blue eyes are super pretty to look at when they're hazy😖)

Hngg thank you for appreciating Signora ily 🥺, no one talks about how great she is or how sad her story was, it’s so overlooked😔 We’ll be Signora mains one day 🥝 anon… And you know the angst part just came to me, I was like ykw I need to start adding for Wanderer too, I’ll just sprinkle some sadness in here because his whole character is so sad💔

Hehe I’m so glad it made your day that makes me really happy to hear!!💗💗 I hope good fortunes for you as well dear!!

[libertys-lovers]

I have all these gush passes now and by the holy dough i WILL use them!

Now once again - GOSH i love my friends!! I've done a bunch of reorganising and redecorating so i think everyone's a bit happier with the place! I decided to place some snow around since where i'm from there never is any- and Thanksgiving made me get a bit excited for X-mas. (Well, that and Eggnog and Tiramisu being extraordinarily festive prematurely. They even got Wizard and Muscle to put on their costumes!!)

It made Cotton, Captain Ice and Snow Sugar very happy, though it seems to have summoned a bunch of people to my kingdom!?! Why are Crunchy Chip and Frost Queen here???

Anyway, i point this out because MY DEAR SPINCH!! I have asked Sour Belt, Chocolate Bonbon and Mont Blanc to help her out, seeing as she is a vegetable cookie and i got worried about how she might get cold.. She looks adorable in her fluffy coat and earmuffs by the way!

She is so so lovely, always worrying about my health and offering me veggies and fruits. I actually did catch a cold recently and she's been giving me dried apple slices and various kinds of tea 🥺 So yes, i thought i'd return her kindness by helping her out like this.

I'm a bit nervous because i think she might suspect my feelings since i'm.. quite obvious *motioning to my pink cheeks* but i adore her so much i just can't help it!!☆

Thank you for letting me ramble :D

AWE!!!! That’s so sweet of you 🥺🥺💖💓💞💓💖💓💓💖. If there’s one thing I know these cookies enjoy, it’s the good ol’ holiday spirit! The fact that it’s already drawing new cookies to visit your kingdom too…. Your land’s gonna be a tourist hotspot in no time!

The fact you and Spinach are helping each other out too 🥺🥺🥺. Y’all are just the absolute sweetest!!! I can’t even fathom how much she appreciates that new outfit. Especially with the fact you were able to get the 3 top fashion designers to make it?!? She’s gonna feel oh-so spoiled~!

And hey, even if she notices your blush, I’m sure she’ll find it real endearing. She’s probably had a bit of blush herself, and it’s certainly not just from the cold weather 😉☺️. But hey, I’ll make sure none of the cookies spill your, shall we call it, secret(?).

[veryblushyswitch]

I HEARD LER READER & LEE TURTLES AND I CAME RUNNING- 💖💖💖

Hey friend could you write a ler reader and lee turtles fic where’s the reader Ian normally shy burn decides to show them how much they care about the boys with tickles?

Bringing out my ler side I see, excellent choice! /lh /pos

Thank you for the request my friend I hope you enjoy!

People in this: Ler!Reader, Lee!Turtles

Tw: maybe some intense teases, depending on how you look at it, other than that none!these are adorable, but these are tickle fics for future warning if you're not comfortable with it I wouldn't recommend my page :] /pos

Another note: all of my reader fics are gender natural pronouns unless it's a specific request! But yeah :]

With all of that being said let's get these turtles giggling! >:]

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Leo!:

-This man is both over the moon and afraid when you get the chance to tickle him

-He's only afraid because of how his body reacts to it, he quite literally loses all control when he's tickled and he's worried about accidently hurting you

-but other than that he is so over joyed! Especially if it's a way of affection/to show you care, he can't stop smiling or giggling like a little kid

-don't underestimate him though, as much as he loves it he will always get revenge >:]

-But I mean come on, LEE is in his name! Leeo! I'm just sayinggg haha

-And I'm pretty sure they've called him Lee before as a nickname (kinda off topic but still!)

-He's more than happy to be tickled by you! No complaints here! He'll never admit it though! Sooo have fun with that

"Wa-hUh?! HEHeY! COhome OHon!" He squealed in surprise and giggled as he felt ten tickly didgets skitter up and down his sides.

"What's wrong? Too ticklish to take what you dish out LEEon?~" you smirked playfully as you made your way up to his ribs.

His body spazed out of control as he tried to escape the tickly feeling on his ribs "WAHAHAHAIT! (Y/N) NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!"

"Aww but your laugh is too adorable for me to quit now Leo! Plus you seem to be enjoying yourself anyways, Coochie Coochie Coo~"

His face turned a bright red as he stuttered through his laughter "ASDHAHA! OKAHAHAY OKAHAHAY!"

You stopped and rubbed away the ghost tickles, gently pinching his cheeks "Like I said, adorable"

"Thahats it" he smiled brightly "Cohome here you-"

Donnie!:

-He sits like THIS ^^ and you expect me NOT to tickle him I mean come onnnn /lh /pos

-This gif screams lee mood energy (Even though I know he's a ler lean, it's just so perfect!)

-He's not the best with physical contact so you definitely have to ease into tickles with him but if you guys are close (which you are) He's honored to be tickled by you if it is another way you show you care

-Just know when he says stop he means it :]

-He'd much rather be tickling you but he's not gonna complain if it happens (he secretly likes it, juuust a little bit! Hehe)

-Oh and if you're ever worried about the contact thing there's a feather in his tech bo, wink wonk hehe!

As you entered the living room of the lair you spotted Donnie relaxing in his chair with his arms behind his head. You smirked as your ler instincts took over and carefully snuck up behind the chair to tickle under his arms.

They quickly shot down with a squeal and high pitched giggles as you continued to wiggle your fingers into his hallows

He giggled out your name with a smile as he wiggled in his chair "Gehet oHohout of thehere! I wahas relaxihihing!"

"Sorry D! That's what you get for leaving a tickle spot wide open in my sights!" You smirked as you moved down to his stomach

"Is tummytello ticklish? Let's find out~"

"Noho he's nOHoT!" He giggled as he tried to lightly push at your hands, not actually minding what was happening. That was until you squeezed his thighs

"WAHAHAHAIT (Y/N)-" He threw his head back onto the chair laughing

"Tickletickletickletickle~"

His face turned red as he grabbed your hands gently "STAHAHAP!" you immediately stopped and rubbed away the ghost tickles

"Too much?"

"Juhuhust right" he smiled back at you, giving you the reassurance "ihi'll get you back, after I finish relaxing"

You giggled at his statement before going to get a drink from the fridge.

Raph!:

-Deserves all the tickles in the world I'm just saying!

-He's at first a little nervous too, like Leo is because he doesn't want his spikes to hurt you on accident or anything else to hurt you but after you reassure him that everything is all good he will melt to your tickles

-Absolutely taking in every second, he will admit to you that he enjoyed it but he won't say a word in front of his brothers

-He's so happy though that you do it as a way to show that you care, it really means a lot to him

-He will get revenge though, if he feels like it, soooo, good luck getting away from the tickle monster

"Hey Raphhh~" you called out for him with a song in your voice as you entered his room.

He raised an eyebrow at your antics as you approached closer to his bed; "Helloo (Y/n)" he giggled "whahats going on?" He asked suspiciously as you sat in front of him

"Oh nothinggg just a vist,,, from the TICKLE MONSTER!" You giggled as you began to squeeze his sides

"WAhaIt! WhAhAhat?! NoHoHo! TiHihickle mOhoNsTeher!" He giggled lightly pushing at your hands

"Oh come on Raphie, you fight and take down all kinds of villains every day but can't handle the tickle monster" you smirked as your scribbled along his spikes.

"I soho cAhAHAN! WAHAHAHAIT NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!"

"Someone's got ticklish spikess~"

He whined your name through his giggles as he tried his best not to squirm so he wouldn't hurt you

"IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!"

"Okahay okahay! All done you big giggle bug"

He pulled you into a hug "Ihihi love it, buttt you're forgetting somthing" he smirked at you "you forgot that Raph's the biggest tickle monster around!-"

Mikey!:

-Cutie pie! He is literally so happy when you tickle him and is never ashamed to admit it!

-He's the baby of the family so using tickles as a way to show that you care is his specialty! It's what he's used to and he wouldn't ask for anything better than that!

-So yeah he is 100% on board if you tickle him

-No worries or complaints here!

-Just a lot of giggles! :]

Mikey was mixing ingredients together when you spotted him from a far, he was turned around and his side was showing, you couldn't help but wonder behind him and give it a tiny squeeze

"EEP!- (Y/n)!" He giggled out your name as he turned to see who had squeezed his side. Your smirk and wiggling fingers only grew as he set the bowl down onto the counter

You pulled him to the ground gently and sat on his shell so you could have full access to the back of his knees

"(Y/n)- wAhait! I promise I'll let you lick the spoon full of batter!" He giggled trying to talk his way around it

"Deal! I'll take that batter,,, after I tickle you!" You giggled as you skittered your ten tickly fingers under his knees

He snorted and tried to curl up as best as he could, leaning into your fingers as you continued "NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE!"

"Aww and why not giggles?~" You smiled evilly as you continued

"IHIHIHIT'S MY TIHIHICKLE SPOHOHOT!" He said through his laughter as he continued to try and get away

"Really? Huh, I wouldn't have guessed that" You said sarcastically as you continued "Tickle tickle tickleee~ Mikeyyy~"

"OKAHAY PLEAHAHAHASE"

You stopped and got off of him, rubbing away the ghost tickles before taking the bowl of leftover batter "I'll be taking this!"

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THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO MAKE! Thank you for the request my friend!

I hope you all enjoyedd and I hope you have the best day ever because you truly deserve it, Take care of yourself, know that you are loved and valued and that I am so incredibly proud of you for existing and for everything you do daily! /p /gen /pos

-K <3

[meowzfordayz]

i just caught a cold and my throat, nose and face hurts from all the sneezing, how bothersome 😭

so may i ask for teh hashiras (all or some) taking care of their dearest s/o who is sick (as sick as i am, pain and all) ,, thank you!! your stuff is so fun to read <3

(not urgent or anything, take your time)

Hiya. ☺️ I'm sorry to hear you've caught a cold — feel better soon! 🥺 I hope this cheers you up, even just a lil. 💖

Author’s Note: to health, happiness, and helping each other. 💝

when you’re sick — kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader

Word Count: ~800

CW: none

when you’re sick — kamaboko, when you’re sick — kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu, tengen

~faqs~

Does this man make the best soup?

Yes, yes he does

Does this man also serve you way too large of a portion considering you’re feeling utterly and completely under the weather?

Yes, yes he does

He doesn’t ever explicitly force you to eat it all

But the concern in his eyes as he watches you ~struggle

“[y/n], dearest, does it taste okay? Is it warm enough?”

Always coaxes you into eating at least a third

A third being closer to a regular portion and a half

He usually finishes the rest, ignoring your weak protests

“Wait, Kyo, I just, I just ate part of that. I’m going to get you sick.”

Doesn’t faze him

He simply rubs a soothing thumb along your clammy jaw

Smiling fondly as you nuzzle into his touch

Voice soft, mindful that his usual volume might induce a headache given your current state

“Don’t fret over me, dearest,” he presses his lips to your forehead, eyebrows pinching at your radiating heat, “Try and fall asleep, alright? I’m going to get you some water.”

You try to wait for him

You really, really try

But you’re snoring lightly by the time he returns (he wasn’t gone for very long)

Quietly, he places a glass of water on the bedside table

Humming to himself as he settles onto the floor with a book, back leaned against the bed

Making sure your eyes are visible at the edge of his peripheral

So he can be of assistance

The moment you wake up

Knows how stubborn you get when you’re sick

You’re pretty stubborn normally

But sick?

Stubborn tenfold

He blames himself, partially

Knows you put on a strong front for him

Knows you push yourself too hard

For him

But he doesn’t wallow too deeply

Not when he’s got you to take care of first

That kind of serious communication can wait

It’d be pointless to initiate now, anyway

What with your adorable, nonsensical babbling

Of course, Sanemi regrets that you’re this sick

Regrets that he hadn’t convinced you to rest sooner

“Saaanemi,” you whine from your spot in bed, “Nemiii.”

He resists glaring at you, compromising on a stern narrowed glance

“I don’t feel so good,” you pout, “Like a bubble. A big, big, bubble,” you reach for him, fingers catching his wrist

“You’re cute,” he can’t help but mutter, mostly to himself, since your brain capacity is… currently limited

“Nonono,” you swallow dryly, “I’m bubble. Like, shiny, shiny… shiny, carrot,” you nod wisely

Snorting, he laces his fingers between yours, squeezing gently

“How about I tell you a story?” he murmurs, giving in to his worry, wishing he could provide more than physical and verbal comfort, and sits beside you

“Pretty story? Lots of rocks, smooth rocks, drip, drip, drip,” you giggle

Sanemi laughs, roughly, lovingly

Gosh you’re a mess

A beautiful, wonderful mess

As much as he hopes for your quick recovery

He’s grateful for your trust in him

Grateful he gets to tend to you

Grateful you reach for him

In sickness and in health

Never quite knows what to do when you’re feverish, stuck in bed

Usually he’d recommend a leisurely walk

But he’d rather you didn’t faint in front of him

So, no walk

“Giyuu,” you mumble

“Hm?” he looks up at you, chewing anxiously at the inside of his cheek

“M’bored,” you huff

He raises an eyebrow, endeared smile tugging at the corner of his mouth

“Read to me?” you yawn sleepily, wincing as the movement stretches your swollen lymph nodes

“Of course.”

Phew

At least you know what to do—well, what you want him to do—when you’re feverish!

He picks up your book on the bedroom desk

The book you’ve been meaning, and failing—I always run out of time!—to read

Returns to you, nudges you with his elbow, heart fluttering at your drowsy mewl

Gut clenching as you groan in pain, slowly scooting over for him

It’s hot under the blankets, and he already knows he’ll be sweating by the time you doze off

But you’re unwell and he cherishes you and goddamn if you want to be read to, then he’s going to read to you

Until his voice is hoarse

Until his shirt sticks to his back

Until he finds he can’t leave because you’re curled into him, arms wrapped loosely around his thigh

And even though he could probably wiggle his way out

He’d rather not risk waking you

Is content to watch you snooze

His own eyelids feeling…

Heavy…

Heavier…

…

…

[mango-bango-bby]

Hello ❤️ I’ve been thinking about this but can I request headcanons (or a fic whichever you’re up to is cool!) for Sugawara with a naive darling? I was thinking they went over to daring’s house for a study date and when she leaves to get snacks and drinks, he rummages through her things and almost gets caught.

I saw a few of your posts from your spam from a few days ago and I hope you’re feeling better and work is less stressful!

♡ Study Date ♡

(A/N: Ahhhh I love oblivious darlings so much 🥺🥺 One of my favorite tropes!!! I hope you like this, I thought this request was cute 💖 And I’m alright, work has gotten better and I’m feeling better mentally!!!)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, toxic Suga check, Suga being kind of a creep

Summary: Koshi has a darling who is oblivious to his more off-putting behavior (Yan!Sugawara x GN!reader)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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♡ Oh gosh, Koshi absolutely loves the fact that you’re so innocent and oblivious. You’re always just so kind and sweet to everyone even if you can’t see how evil they are like Koshi can. But he still loves that about you, it gives him the chance to protect you.

♡ Also because of your naivety, you don’t notice any of the warning signs with him. You know him! He’s was great friend, you know he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you or upset you. And when he confessed to you, you had happily accepted. Even with your friends telling you something was off about him.

♡ So what if he doesn’t want you to hang out with your friends? You assume he’s a bit insecure perhaps, so you hang out and comfort him instead. And sure, sometimes he would get a bit touchy and it would make you a bit uncomfortable. But he’s just being nice! You ignore all of the signs that something’s wrong.

♡ In fact this was actually your first date, a study date! You needed some tutoring in one of your classes after all, the topic was confusing! And Koshi seemed really good at it so you asked him to help you study!

♡ You two had walked home like normal, Koshi often walking you home anyway. Although instead of waving goodbye with a smile, you two both walk inside.

♡ Koshi would never tell you or anyone else but he had been in your house many times before while stalking you! Not to hurt you, no, no! Simply to make sure you were safe. However he had never been in your bedroom, he felt as though that would be crossing a line (even though he had already crossed the line many times).

♡ Koshi also cannot believe how adorable you are while you’re both studying. He loves the way your eyes light up when you finally understand how to understand a problem or you start getting whatever is stumping you. You even turn to him after he helps you, a large smile on your face as you thank him. He doesn’t think his heart can handle how adorable you’re being!

♡ Although as amazing as helping you was, he was really waiting for the opportunity to snoop around your room. That opportunity was handed to his on a silver platter when you ask if he wants anything to drink or eat. He simply asks for a water and you gladly head to the kitchen, telling Koshi you’ll be right back and to wait there. The perfect opportunity!

♡ Koshi looked through everything you owned as fast as he could. Smiling at all the small trinkets on your shelves, gently running his fingers over your bed sheets. Although he could help but grimace at a picture on your wall of you and your friends. Burdens is what they were. And finally the closet, grabbing one of your shirts for safe keeping. A souvenir of sorts! Although he knows he’ll return it after cuddling it for a while.

♡ However you were already headed back leave Koshi little to no time to hide the evidence! But Koshi was able to quickly hide this souvenir in his school bag. And you’re non-the-wiser! To him this is a mission successful!

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

[candyheartedchy]

OH MY GOSH!! I CAN’T BELIEVE I NEVER TOLD YOU ABOUT THE BEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO ME!!! 😍😍

So I got in contact with a animator that worked on Little Nemo, and when I asked him about my second F/O (REALLY casually 😅) and he not only gave me info about the character and his official name, but ALSO gave me RARE CHARACTER MODEL SHEETS OF HIM!!! 😍😍😍😍

I COULDN’T BELIEVE WHAT I SAW!!!! I tried my HARDEST not to freak out and gush all over, BUT OOH it was SO hard!! 😭😭😭💞💞💞💞 I said thank you, and then literally ran away, giggling like a high school girl who just talked to her crush. And then I posted it to tumblr and screamed in my pillow 💖💖💖 He just looks SOO cuute!!! And handsome!! And ADORABLE!! I LOVE his cute little smile in the first one!! 🥺🥺🥺💓💓💓

WHAT!? THAT’S AMAZING!! I would’ve freaked out!! And that was really nice that one of the animators for the film did that!!

[kedsandtubesocks]

Oh Jana… oh darling I’ve fallen for them and for this fic so hard 😭

First off their dynamic and chemistry was incredible and I ADORED the way you presented this reader and how she handled and also stood her ground with Logan!! You navigated their aches and love and relationship with so much respect and also a deep connection that felt terrifically fleshed out and beautifully human in the most moving ways (if that makes sense omfg I’m sorry I can’t put my overwhelmed happy thoughts into words whajshsywjwl)

And then Logan 🥺 oh Logan gosh you captured him so perfectly 💕

The gruff tenderness and how he’s at his core a protector and also cares SO MUCH!!!

Yeah I can ramble on and on about this thank you so much for sharing this magic with us honey 💖

help me hold onto you

pairing: Logan Howlett/Wolverine x mutant! f!reader

word count: ~3.5k

summary: Logan deals with feeling guilty after he's accidentally cut you with his claws in his sleep.

warnings/tags: explicit smut (-> 18+ only!), able-bodied reader, reader has hair that can be pulled, no use of y/n, Logan lifts reader up but he's superhumanly strong, so-, graphic description of an injury, graphic description of violence, angst, nightmares, Logan's pov, fighting as foreplay, unprotected p in v, rough sex, biting, praise kink, a lot of animalistic behavior due to their mutations, like they're just a little... primal, it's cute i swear, also reader looks like a human being it's just the mannerisms, fluff

a/n: guess i'm a multi fandom writer now? this literally came to me in a fever dream, very much like the logan brainrot itself lol. this is my first time writing for the man, after watching the movies - also for the first time - last week, so please be gentle with me <3 something very similar happens in the origins movie and i wanted them to explore that more, but alas, i had to do it myself.

massive thanks to @kiwisbell for assuring me that this idea isn't terrible and for freaking out about logan with me in general, to @catchallfangirl for coming up with the whole cat theme and for being so supportive, to @sizzlingcloudmentality for matching my freak and taking the cat theme to the next level, for helping me plot and for being an amazing beta reader, and to @javier-pena for listening to me rant about this idea and being so lovely and supportive <3

dividers by @saradika-graphics who is a queen <3

notifications blog -> @guiltyasdavenotifs & full masterlist -> here

Most nights, Logan sleeps easier when you’re in bed with him. Your body pressed against his, your skin soft and warm against his bare chest. One of his thighs between your legs where you’ve wrapped yourself around him, your touch moving over his torso aimlessly, fingers curling into his chest hair, your hands kneading his flesh in your sleep. The soothing little purrs that emit from your chest when you’re sound asleep. None of it bothers him, no matter how many times it disturbs his own rest. 

It keeps him grounded, feeling you next to him. He’d rather spend the whole night somewhere in that haze between waking and sleeping, listening to your sounds, your breath fanning against his skin, than being pulled under into the depths of his subconsciousness. 

He’d rather open his eyes to see you disentangling your limbs from his, stretching your whole body, arching against him as you yawn. 

He’d rather greet you with a smiling “Good morning, kitten,” waiting for that adorable little crease to appear between your brows when you pout up at him. 

“Did I do it again?” 

He doesn’t hide his grin as he nods, growing wider when you flop back against the cushions with a groan. 

“What exactly?”

“All of it.” 

Your sorry comes out muffled as you hide your face behind your hands. 

“It’s okay,” he says, leaning over you to pull your hands away and kiss the pout off your lips. Caressing that spot under your chin with two fingers, watching you go all soft, baring your throat to him. “I like it.” 

He would much rather wake up like this. 

But it’s been a long week and he’s exhausted. Exhausted enough to get lulled into a deep sleep, encased in the safe cloud of your warm body against his and your touch on his skin. Exhausted enough to dream. And his dreams are not a safe place. 

His eyes fly open with a shout, his whole body jolting upwards, every muscle pulled taut. He doesn’t even register the claws shooting out between his knuckles, all of his instincts screaming at him to fight. 

He’s only faintly aware of the sudden yelp of pain from beside him, the movement of something jerking away from him. 

“Logan,” your voice rings through the buzzing in his ears. Smaller hands landing on his shoulders, fighting to hold him steady. 

It takes a few disoriented blinks before he recognizes the familiar bedroom, a few more deep breaths to stop his body from shaking. To clear the fog in his head enough to understand what you’re saying.

“It’s me, Logan. You’re safe, everyone’s safe, it’s okay.” 

His eyes find yours in the semi-darkness. Wide with worry, but firmly trained on his face, repeating that everything’s okay. He finally registers the familiar weight of you straddling him, understands that it’s your fingers digging into his shoulders. 

He’s still panting, not daring to look away from your face again. The one tether that keeps him from getting lost in his mind again. 

“Are you with me?” you ask, your voice softer now. 

He manages a nod, tries to smile, to wipe the deep worry of your face, but he’s not sure if his mouth even twitches. 

As the feeling slowly returns to his body, he notices something else. A kind of wetness, warm and sticky where your right hand is connected to his skin. The unmistakable tang of iron in the air. He stretches to turn on a bedside lamp, jostling you along with his movement. A quiet whimper hits his ears, so low that he’s sure you tried to suppress it. 

With a new kind of panic surging through him, he grabs hold of your arm, bringing it to his eye level. 

Three scratches ooze in deep red, just beneath your wrist. It forces a gasp from him, eyes dancing frantically between the wounds on your arm and your face. How much blood did you lose already while you were busy helping him? As if he deserved it. 

“Fuck, I’m— I’m so sorry baby, we gotta—” He stumbles over his own words, grasping at you almost blindly, panicked tears blurring his vision. He did this. 

“Logan,” you say, still so inexplicably calm. “It’s fine. Look. It’s fine.” 

You gently pry his fingers off your arm and bring your wrist up to your mouth. Your tongue darts out, drawing long licks against your marred skin, collecting the blood and gliding over the cuts in your flesh. 

It pains him to watch, but it’s the least he can do. The least he owes you. He watches you clean the blood off, watches as the wounds start shrinking at the touch of your saliva, as the skin smoothes over before his very eyes until there’s only three thin marks left, a shade lighter than the rest of your skin. 

“Look,” you tell him again, extending your arm towards him. “I told you it’s okay.” 

He knows you can do this, of course he does. Has watched you multiple times, his fascination with your powers never wavering. How fluidly you move, how quick you attack, how skilled you are at surviving. You just never had to survive him. 

You lean down on top of him until your whole torso rests on his, your thighs still on either side of him, burrowing your head into his chest. “Which war did you dream about?” you ask quietly.

Most of the time, the dreams don’t grant him the mercy to zero in on one single memory. It’s a constant stream, one fight after the other, until all he knows is shouting, fighting, blood and death.

“All of them.” 

You sigh deeply, your breath cool against his sweat-dampened skin. Raising your head a little, you start placing kisses on his chest, pressing your lips into his skin where you can feel the faint beating of his heart.

“I wish I could kiss this better, too,” you mumble. 

He chuckles humorlessly, one hand reaching into your hair to scratch at your scalp. You shudder at the touch, an approving little purr traveling up your throat. 

“It’s okay now,” he mutters, leaning in to inhale the scent of your hair. “Just— I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t be.” 

It sounds so simple, falling from your lips like this. But it’s no match for the aching guilt that’s already eating at him, the questions of what if that start swirling through his mind. 

Your body is growing heavier on top of him as you relax, your breaths evening out and your eyelids fluttering shut. It soothes him, has his own breathing slowing down, but he can’t risk falling asleep again. Not like this, not with your body so close to his.

“What are you— Logan?” comes your instant protest when he moves you to your side of the mattress, your eyes flying back open, wide and mildly confused.

“I could’ve killed you,” he mutters. It could have happened so easily. Just a little deeper, just a slightly different spot. 

“No, you couldn’t,” you quip, arching an eyebrow at him. “Cats have nine lives, remember?” You sneak another quick kiss on his chest before finding his gaze again, a teasing smile on your lips. “Even kittens.” 

It’s an attempt to lighten the mood, to make him laugh. He knows that. You hate the pet name he’s given you. 

“And you’re not gonna waste one on me,” he grits out. 

Hurt flashes over your face, more pain in your eyes than when there was an actual wound on your arm. 

“It wouldn’t be—”

“Don’t you dare say it wouldn’t be a waste.” 

The words come out as a low growl, aggressive enough to send most anyone running. You don’t run. 

Your animal doesn’t like it when he growls at you. He can feel the tension rolling off of you, your hair probably standing on end. Gritting your teeth, you take a deep breath, release your fingers’ grip from digging into the sheets.

“Let’s talk about it in the morning,” you tell him, resignation in your voice. 

Your eyes fall shut again, your head for once resting on your own pillow instead of his chest. He misses the weight of it instantly. You doze off quickly, your hands still pawing weakly at his side, like your body can’t help it. He almost pulls you closer himself. 

While you sleep, Logan forces his own eyes to stay wide open, staring unseeingly into the darkness. 

It’s a quiet day. You had tried talking to him, tried to convince him that it’s okay, that it’s fine. He can’t keep listening to you insisting that him almost killing you is no big deal. He should have known, should have been more aware of the risk instead of letting himself get lost in the blissful sensation of your body curled around his every night. You’ve trusted him so completely, only for him to let you down. 

Just like he always does, the voice in his head whispers.

No matter how many times you swear that you can take care of yourself, he should still be protecting you, not actively putting you in danger while you’re fucking asleep. It’s happened once now, so it can happen again, and he knows that he could never forgive himself. 

He knows that he’s hurting your feelings. Sees how your brows knit together when he barely kisses you back throughout the day. How you bite your lip when the way you’re butting your head against his doesn’t make him chuckle like it usually does. 

He should be angry at himself. He is. But you shouldn’t be the one to catch the brunt of it, and it makes him feel even worse. You always say that he should talk about his feelings more, that it would help to let them out. He suspects that you’re right. He just doesn’t know how.

By evening, you’ve grown uncharacteristically quiet, but he keeps catching your burning glares at him when you think he isn’t looking. Finally, after you’ve stared at him for what felt like an eternity and he’s pointedly ignored you, you seem to snap.

“Can you stop it?!” It leaves your mouth in a hiss, triggering his instincts before the words even register in his brain. 

“Stop what?” he growls back. 

Your fingers curl as a low snarl escapes you. Normally, neither of you lets your animalistic side take over like that. Normally, you’re good at soothing each other. 

But tonight, he can feel the energy crackle between you, the tension begging to be released. 

“You know what! This fucking— sulking or whatever it is you think you’re doing!” 

He rises to his feet, pulling up to his full height. One of your hands twitches. 

“I’m not—” 

You charge at him with an angry shout before another word can leave his mouth. You’re on him in a flash, grabbing onto his arm and letting your momentum carry you until you’re behind him, your nails digging into his shoulders until you’re perched on his backside. 

Whipping his head around, he bares his teeth at you, growls rumbling in his chest. You angrily hiss in his face and swing a hand at him in return, leaving angry red scratches down his cheek. They heal and fade as quickly as they came, but a triumphant grin flashes over your features regardless. 

“Come on, Logan,” you breathe into his ear. The edge in your voice sends fire straight through him. “Fight. You’re not gonna break me.” Your canines nip at his earlobe, somewhere between affectionate and challenging.

He tries shaking you off, but your grip on him only tightens. He collects a fist of your hair instead, pulling harshly to keep your teeth away from his throat. 

“Enough,” he grits, trying desperately to regain control, to become more human again, to smother the primal need to match your aggression. 

He finally grabs hold of one of your hands as well and manages to rip you off his back and in front of him, holding on tight to your upper arms to keep you in place. You’re snarling and twisting in his hold, but he doesn’t let up. 

“Enough,” he repeats, searching your wild eyes. Your movements slow down a fraction, giving him a moment of hope, before you surge forward and bury your teeth in his lower lip. It hurts like hell and he can taste blood on his tongue instantly. 

“Fight me,” you demand again, baring your teeth at him.

He pulls you back by your hair with a roar, gathers both your wrists in one large hand and holds you steady. You could still break free if you wanted to, he thinks. He might be stronger than you, but your movements turn almost liquid when you want to escape, he’s watched it more than once. 

The pain in his lip has already subsided, but his blood is still coating your mouth, a stark contrast against the white shimmer of your teeth. 

“Are you done?” His voice is harsh, his jaw clenched, carefully keeping the desire to strike back at bay. 

You deflate a little, some of the wildness draining from you before his eyes. 

“I just— I’m not fragile, I don’t want you to be scared of— of touching me.” Your voice grows small at the end and he’s horrified to see wetness glistening in your eyes. 

The fight mode leaves him as fast as it came, replaced with the overwhelming urge to care, to protect what’s his. His pack, in a way.  

He gathers you into his arms, curling himself around you. It feels good to hold you close again. Breathing you in deeply, he smells the adrenaline still oozing from you, hears the rapid beating of your heart. But mostly, it’s your unique scent, one that he thinks he could recognize anywhere. His tether to this world. 

“I’m sorry, kitten. I’m not scared of touching you,” he mumbles into your hair. 

You sniffle against his chest, but when you finally raise your head to look at him, new determination is glinting in your eyes. 

“Prove it,” you coo, tracing the shape of his lips with one fingertip. “Please.” 

That he can do. He nips at your finger playfully, your responding giggle the best sound he’s heard all day, before he shoves it out of the way to connect his lips with yours. It’s rough, a clashing of teeth and tongues, the tension that has been building and warping all day finally finding a release. 

You gasp into his mouth when his tongue moves against yours, your hands pulling at his hair, needing him closer and closer still, never close enough. His groan at the taste of you travels through you both as he’s grasping at your clothes. 

He longs for your warm skin under his palms, longs for how you lean into his touch so needy all the damn time. You pull away with a moan, helping him to pull your sweater over your head and stepping out of your jeans as he sheds his flannel. 

You bring both hands up to cup his face, to search his eyes. “Don’t be gentle,” you plead, “please, I need—” 

You don’t have to keep talking for him to understand what you need. I’m not scared of touching you. 

With a growl, his hands find your hips, holding you tight as he’s walking you backwards until your ass connects with the backside of the couch. He crowds you in, paws at every inch of bare skin he can reach, his cock already hard and aching at your soft warmth and the sweet mewls that tumble from your lips. 

Hitching one of your legs up to open you for him, he grinds himself against your barely covered center. A keening sound escapes you at the friction from his jeans against your sensitive flesh and he allows himself a grin. 

“Feels good, kitten?” 

You nod mindlessly, holding onto him and rocking your hips against his while you’re letting him move you however he sees fit. 

“Do you want more?”

“Please, Logan.”

You sound so sweet when you’re like this, when you put your body into his hands. I’m not scared of touching you.

Setting your leg back down, he watches with hunger as you hastily take off your underwear while he pulls the white tank top over his head and opens his belt buckle. He could swear that your pupils dilate a fraction at the sound of it, filling him with a possessive sense of pride. 

As soon as his jeans hit the floor, he’s all over you again, palming the weight of your breasts, tugging and pinching at your nipples as he swallows down your mewls. You’re soaking wet already, covering his cock in your slick as he nudges against your folds. He’s impatient to feel you all around him, to sink into you, to stake his claim again and again and again. 

He normally works you open longer, gives you more time to prepare, but your impatience is just as apparent as his own, with the way you whine and plead for him, your fingers digging into his flesh, trying to pull him nearer. 

He follows your pull, pressing your backside into the couch once more as he crowds your space. Leaning in, he kisses you deeply, licking into your mouth, one hand buried in your hair and holding you close. 

“I love you,” he breathes against your lips as he lets go of you. I’m not scared of touching you.

You smile softly, echoing the sentiment back at him. 

A surprised squeak escapes you when he turns you around suddenly, bending you over the back of the couch. He lines himself up at your dripping entrance, desperate to fill you up, to give you what you’re craving. 

“Not gentle?” he rasps once more, one hand curling around your neck from behind, both in reassurance and dominance. 

“Not gentle,” comes your breathy answer. It breaks off into a shriek of a moan when he slams into you with one long thrust, stretching your tight walls around his length. The sting of his sudden intrusion has to hurt at least a little, but you push back against him eagerly, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. 

Logan holds himself still for a moment, mesmerized by the sight of your squirming body and your needy little sounds, before he pulls out almost entirely, only to push back in forcefully. Your toes barely reach the floor with how far he’s bent you over, lifting you into the air with every harsh thrust, but he’s holding you steady with ease, both hands possessively spanning over your waist, positioning you exactly where he wants you. 

“Taking me so fucking well, like you were made for me,” he growls, gently scratching over your back with his nails. You arch up to chase his touch, tightening around him, almost purring with pleasure. Wetness pours out of you, coating his cock. I’m not scared of touching you. Not when it feels this good. 

“M–more, please,” you whine, blindly reaching backwards to him. 

He leans over you, cages you in, his arms on either side of you, his breath hot against your skin. His teeth sink into the back of your neck, not so deep as to draw blood, but enough that he knows the indents will stay there for quite some time. 

Your whole body goes limp at the sensation, a surprised mewl escaping you as you clench around him wildly. 

“Fuck,” he breathes, his own hips stuttering, “give it to me kitten, come on—” 

He reaches around your hip, fingers teasing through your slick folds and up to your clit, rubbing with slight pressure as he keeps pistoning into your heat. 

“Logan—” you gasp, getting almost impossibly tight, before you shatter around him. He keeps thrusting into you, keeps up his ministrations on your clit, until the pulsing of your cunt around him sends him over the edge as well. He spills his release deep inside of you, the thought of leaving a part of him with you always filling him with a primal satisfaction. 

Pulling you up instantly, he gathers you in his arms, your body soft and pliant against his chest. Walking around the couch and sinking into the cushions to lie down, he gently moves you until your weight is resting on top of him, his embrace wrapping around you.

You stir a little, needing a moment to take in your position. The look of uncertainty that you give him damn near breaks his heart. “Is this okay?” You sound uncertain, too.

God, he’s such an idiot. 

“Yeah, kitten. It’s— fuck, of course it’s okay.”

thank you so so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed, and if you did, a comment or a reblog would absolutely make my day :)

[rillils]

hello I see your stucky content in my dash a LOT and I have finally officially learnt how to spell your username bc I read the wolf!Bucky hc (STUNNING by the way) and then saw this on instagram and just…melted

thank you for all your doing for stuckies! xx

Sweetie oh my gosh, I’m actually blushing right now afsafhsgs *flailing intensifies* First things first, thank you so, so much for sending me such a sweet ask, darling, I can’t even express how humbled and grateful I am, reading your words 💖💖💖 Also, that part about my username made me giggle so much xD I guess all of those L’s make it look weird and kinda confusing, I’m sorry 🥺💕

Ohhh oh my gosh, that video is the single most precious thing ever, I’m pretty sure I’m about to melt too!! 😍😍 When I picture wolf!Bucky, I imagine him as gentle and sweet and fluffy as that pupper :3

You know, in that headcanon (and I’d like to thank the wonderful nonnie who shared that amazing concept once more 😘), I was going with a werewolf!Bucky in the more traditional sense, which I absolutely ADORE (pls wish me luck as I try to turn it into an actual fic adfgsdfgh), but also this video gave me THOUGHTS and those thoughts scream Wolf!Bucky + kids and now I can’t help but wonder about a slightly different AU, including but not limited to:

shapeshifter!Bucky who can shift into his wolf form anytime he wants;

actual White Wolf Bucky, because I cannot pass up that chance, it’s just too perfect;

his neighbours quickly warming up to wolf!Bucky once they realize what a big big softie he really is;

the children absolutely LOVING wolf!Bucky and begging to play with him all the time, and Bucky caving because he just can’t say no to those little “🥺” faces;

wolf!Bucky, this massive, majestic, supposedly serious creature, frolicking in the grass like an actual puppy, soaking up the kids’ happy laughter and letting them all take a turn riding on his back - all the while Steve watches from the sidelines, sitting in the shade of the trees with one of the smallest children and two baby goats in his lap, wondering how they got here - and thanking all the gods he knows that they did, because he wouldn’t trade this for all the gold in the world;

(Steve thinking, who knows, maybe there could be children in their future, too. Someday. Their own children, grabbing handfuls of Bucky’s gorgeous fur and laughing, happy and carefree, when Bucky splashes around in the lake with them.)

the kids crafting beautiful flower wreaths for their wolf friend, which Bucky wears proudly - and then unravels later, so very carefully, so that he can press all the flowers between the pages of his books and save those precious memories forever;

wolf!Bucky quickly becoming the village’s designed babysitter; being very protective of the children, watching over them when they’re playing outside and making sure they don’t stray too far; gently, so very gently grabbing them by the back of their shirts when they’re being too stubborn or reckless (god knows he’s got decades of practice with that); herding them back home when it’s time for a nap;

wolf!Bucky essentially acting as a shepherd dog both for the children and for the goats (and groaning every time Steve makes another kid joke);

Bucky being surprised when the children go out of their way to hang out with him, and not the wolf;

Bucky realizing that they look up to him, and see him not just as a playmate but also as a cool uncle, a friend, a part of their family;

Bucky realizing, belatedly, that they’re as fond of him as he is fond of them;

Bucky realizing that they care about him - every time he’s having a bad day, and they come by only to leave snacks and little treats for him; every time they teach him a new word, and laugh with him when he gets the pronunciation horribly wrong; every time they offer to braid his hair for him, ask for a story from him, or watch attentively as he polishes his prosthetic arm;

and Bucky lowkey hiding his face in the crook of Steve’s neck, wet eyelashes and all, when that realization truly sinks in;

“They love you, Buck,” Steve murmurs in his ear, and Bucky knows he’s smiling even if he can’t see Steve’s face just now - he can hear it in his voice, feel it in Steve’s soft breath, in the fingers scratching idly at the base of his scalp. “You didn’t know, sweetheart? How much they love you?”

Bucky burrows closer into Steve’s arms, settling in for their own nap, his flesh hand splayed over Steve’s stomach. There’s a jar on the windowsill, filled with dried flowers and pretty pebbles the children found by the lake and gave to him, the smooth stone glinting softly in the afternoon sun. The smile comes before he can even think to stop it. “I know now.”

[the-widow-sisters]

i know i request so many fics, but i love your writing so damn much i can’t help myself. since it’s getting closer to winter, i think this would be a cute one shot: natasha and yelena getting snowed into the avengers compound with the rest of the team. queue lots of cuddling, hot cocoa and being buried under blankets together, and both girls wearing hoodies and pajamas. maybe as a bonus, the team being so happy and feeling warm and fuzzy inside because both of the girls who have been through so much are happy and content together. soft domestic stuff, where everyone is happy and alive lol. thank you!! i continue to love your writing everyday, and i reread your fics all the time. you truly have an amazing talent, and i think you’re so awesome! hugs, and thank you again!! 🥰🥰

A/N: Oh, my gosh, thank you so much 🥺💖 You are just the sweetest! You are an incredible writer and it means a lot to hear that from you!

And thank you so, so much for this wonderful request! This was so adorable, and I love writing some fluff for my girls 🥰

I hope you enjoy! 😊

Word Count: 2695

“Okay, so great news… The soonest that a snow plough guy can get here is tomorrow afternoon,” Tony announced, irritation rolling off of him as he strode into the room to address the group gathered there that consisted of Peter, Natasha, Yelena, Steve, Sam, and Clint.

Yelena and Natasha shared a glance, the both of them having aimed on going back home for the night, but now that this development had occurred, they knew they were going to be stuck there for a while longer.

The Avengers had gathered for a meeting, snow falling quite a bit outside, and they all had elected to stay in for a bit until the snow stopped falling so intensely. However, when they had went downstairs to check and see how the ground was looking, they realized that they were completely stuck by masses of fallen snow covering the doors.

“So we’re snowed in?” Peter questioned, looking worried as he pointed out the obvious.

“Looks that way, kid,” Tony replied, folding his arms over his chest. Yelena just shrugged, not seeming too disturbed by the whole thing.

“Well, we might as well get comfortable,” Yelena informed him, shifting her weight from either side as she looked at the staircase carefully. Natasha noticed her glances and was beginning to get a good idea of what Yelena was planning.

After a moment of quiet, Yelena just shrugged.

“Well, if no one needs us and since we have nothing better to do, we will be back shortly to join you,” Yelena told them, and Natasha immediately knew what Yelena meant by the statement. Yelena took the silence as her cue to grab Natasha’s hand firmly in her own and tug her sister to their room in the tower.

The blonde was a little bit sleepy and given the longing glances she kept giving Natasha, the redhead knew that she wanted cuddles. And the best way to give cuddles was to be dressed in more comfortable clothes than they were in at the moment. Natasha honestly thought it was absolutely adorable, and she wanted to

Soon enough, they were both in their shared room, and Yelena started to pilfer through the dresser, pulling out a pair of pajama bottoms and throwing them at Natasha quickly.

Natasha just huffed fondly before removing her jeans and replacing them with her pajama pants. Yelena then proceeded to change her cargo pants to a pair of pajamas. Natasha narrowed her eyes a little with a slight smile.

“Are those my pants?” Natasha questioned, and Yelena just glanced at her slightly.

“If they are, what’re you going to do about it?” Yelena challenged, and Natasha just raised an eyebrow.

“Y’know, if you like my clothes so much, why don’t you just go to the store and try to replicate my wardrobe?” Natasha asked, and Yelena shook her head.

“It would not be the same because I wouldn’t be aggravating you nearly as much,” Yelena informed her, and Natasha simply rolled her eyes, well-aware of the true reason.

She knew that Yelena just liked wearing her stuff because it made her feel safe and she liked the smell of them. Natasha knew this because she felt the same way every time that she wore Yelena’s vest. It was why Yelena’s vest was what she wore any time she was sad. Such a strong piece of her sister really helped her through things.

They soon enough changed clothes, and Yelena grabbed Natasha’s hand firmly.

“Let’s go downstairs to the big, comfy chair,” Yelena told her happily, and Natasha just chuckled as she let Yelena drag her along. She held her weight back a little just to give Yelena a bit of a hard time.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay up here? We’re already at the bed, and it’s comfy, too,” Natasha offered with a smile, teasing her just a little, and Yelena stopped, looking at Natasha with a completely unimpressed expression.

“But it’s not like the recliner. And besides, I’m hoping that the Star Spangled Speedo will make some of his famous hot chocolate,” Yelena told her, and Natasha just grinned knowingly, immediately understanding precisely why Yelena was in such a hurry to get back downstairs.

Natasha let Yelena drag her back downstairs, and they quickly arrived back in the main room. All of the guys except for Steve were distributed across the couches, but the recliner was left alone. Something told Natasha that Tony and Clint had something to do with it if their fond gazes and nods in her direction were anything to go by.

Natasha sat down first, situating herself in the chair, and she let out a grunt as soon as Yelena let all of her weight fall down on her older sister. Natasha wrapped her arms around Yelena, and the blonde just rested her head on Natasha’s chest happily. She then looked up, glancing about before settling her gaze on Peter.

“Hey, where did America the Brave run off to?” Yelena questioned, and Peter grinned widely.

“I asked him to make some hot chocolate as soon as you left. He should be back soon,” Peter excitedly informed her, and Yelena smiled, full of satisfaction as she just chuckled happily.

“Ah, little Peter, you’re a boy after my own heart,” Yelena told him. He wrinkled his nose slightly at the nickname, but mostly ignored it. Yelena had been calling him that since she met him and his dislike for it had slowly faded as he realized the fondness behind it.

After a few moments of the guys talking happily with Natasha adding her input occasionally, Yelena started to shift uncomfortably on top of Natasha, sticking her cold nose against Natasha’s neck.

“I’m cold,” Yelena whined softly, her words quiet as she uttered them so that only Natasha could hear. Of course, Peter could hear as well due to his enhanced senses, but Natasha knew that Yelena did not feel judged by him and trusted the boy because of his undyingly kind heart.

“And I’m warm,” Natasha replied to her, her voice full of teasing as she raised an eyebrow at the younger woman. Natasha’s hands were cold, but she was mostly focused on the warmth radiating across the majority of her body from Yelena’s weight on top of her. Yelena just narrowed her eyes slightly as she pulled back to look at Natasha.

“Well, of course you’re warm. You’re being warmed by what little body heat I have,” Yelena whined more dramatically, her voice slightly louder, and Natasha just rolled her eyes fondly before looking at Peter, knowing he was listening judging by his slightly amused glance in their direction.

“Can you please hand me that blanket for whiny-butt here?” Natasha asked Peter, pointing at the blanket draped over the couch. She could feel Yelena’s glare on her face, but she chose to ignore the look in favor of keeping her eyes on Peter, knowing it would just irritate Yelena even more. Peter wasted no time in picking the blanket up swiftly, balling it up some to toss it over to Natasha.

“Thank you,” Natasha muttered, knowing Peter could hear her as she focused her attention on firmly flopping the blanket and draping it over her and Yelena. Once she had extended it over them, she nestled back into the cushions, and she could feel Yelena relaxing more against her.

Natasha finally looked down at her fondly, smiling at her softly.

However, she was met with Yelena’s own evil grin as the blonde ran her chilled hands underneath Natasha’s shirt and onto her sides and stomach. Natasha gasped quickly, but swiftly regained control over herself as she glared at Yelena with slight disapproval. Yelena just smirked and wrapped her arms around so that her cold hands were touching Natasha’s back.

Natasha groaned slightly, rolling her eyes, but a slight grin came onto her face as she ran her own, much colder hands onto Yelena’s back. Yelena jumped with the feeling, a strangled yelp escaping her, and she narrowed her eyes at Natasha with something that could only be described as betrayal. Natasha just raised an eyebrow playfully before withdrawing one of hands and playfully gripping Yelena’s chin.

“Two can play that game, sweet girl,” Natasha murmured to her, making sure her voice was low enough so that most of the Avengers could not overhear. Yelena huffed slightly, her chin heavily leaning into Natasha’s grip.

“Here’s the hot chocolate!” Steve cheerily announced, and Peter immediately opened his hands as Steve brought in a tray of mugs, eager to get his cup. Natasha did not miss how Yelena’s eyes focused on the passing mugs, her honey-greens locked onto them firmly. Natasha could not help the slight smile on her face in reply to Yelena’s absolutely adorable fixation on chocolate.

“Took your own sweet time getting here with it. I’m surprised it’s still warm,” Tony jabbed, but anyone could see that he was just kidding with the super soldier. Steve just raised an eyebrow slightly.

“They say that things get better with age,” Steve told him, and Tony looked a little surprised at Steve’s witty reply. Steve just straightened with a slight smile, offering more of the mugs to the other Avengers. Clint and Sam took theirs, and Sam had an enormous grin on his face as he held out his hand to fist-bump Steve. Steve returned the gesture with a chuckle.

“There you go, man!” Sam praised, and Steve’s smile grew a little as he finally reached Natasha and Yelena. Yelena unwrapped herself from Natasha quickly, settling between Natasha’s legs as she reached out and grabbed the mugs. She handed one to Natasha and she eagerly began sipping at her own despite the temperature.

Natasha rolled her eyes at Yelena’s eagerness.

“You’re going to burn your tongue,” Natasha warned, but Yelena did not listen, simply drinking more of the stuff. However, after just a moment, she pulled her mouth away from the mug swiftly, releasing a sharp exhale as she obviously tried to relieve some of the overwhelmingly hot temperature inside of her mouth.

“Told you,” Natasha told her with a raise of an eyebrow, and Yelena groaned.

“Don’t rub it in,” Yelena whined slightly, her voice somewhat hushed as she tried to keep her dramatics mostly just between her and Natasha.

“Oh, dang it, I burned my tongue, too!” Peter cried, and Tony laughed heartily, patting the boy on the back affectionately.

“It’s okay, kid. Just give it a break for a minute and let things cool down,” Tony told him sympathetically, and Yelena turned a grumpy glare to Natasha.

“See? Stark gets it, and he’s sympathetic.”

“Well, if he’s so sympathetic, then why don’t you go and sit on him?” Natasha teased, her voice warm. She took a sip from her hot chocolate and she almost laughed at the look of pure offense on Yelena’s face.

Yelena just harrumphed, sitting back against Natasha and squishing herself more firmly against her older sister. Natasha chuckled in reply to her, and she pressed a somewhat wet-lipped kiss to the side of Yelena’s face, her mouth covered in hot chocolate. Yelena winced, her nose wrinkling as she furiously wiped her cheek with her sleeve in disgust.

“Ugh! You’re so disgusting!” Yelena declared and Natasha laughed, feeling her chest warm with her sister’s reaction. Natasha sometimes found her terribly cute when she was annoyed. At least, when Yelena did not retaliate with something herself.

Natasha quickly did not find Yelena so adorable anymore when Yelena pressed a gross, hot-chocolate-covered kiss against Natasha’s cheek close to her nostril. Natasha scrunched her entire face, moving her head down and wiping her face on Yelena’s hoodie that she had stolen from Natasha. Yelena let out a sound of protest, but Natasha simply ignored her.

Natasha then raised her head back up, continuing with her hot chocolate but keeping her eyes on Yelena to make sure that her nasty little turd sister was not going to pull another stunt.

Yelena just watched her carefully, sipping on her hot chocolate.

The other Avengers were talking, but Natasha was not paying them any attention, her focus too intensely upon her younger sister. Yelena did not seem to be focusing on them either, her gaze never leaving Natasha. They held each other in a long staring contest, their mouths lowered to their mugs as they sipped more and more of the hot chocolate.

Finally, Natasha broke, and Yelena grinned in victory, pulling her mouth away from the mug. Natasha’s eyes softened and a fond laugh erupted from her as she eyed her little sister. Yelena furrowed her brow, trying to understand the source of Natasha’s amusement.

Natasha just shook her head wordlessly, moving her thumb forward and gently wiping at the hot chocolate mustache on Yelena’s upper lip, the cream from the mug making a mess on her. Natasha then held out her thumb to Yelena for her to lick. Yelena started to extend her tongue, but she froze mid-way, narrowing her eyes at Natasha.

“Your hands are clean, right?” Yelena questioned, and Natasha shrugged noncommittally. Yelena just stared at her for a moment, and Natasha held her urge to laugh together as the younger girl debated her next move. However, she soon decided that the cream was irresistible and with a quick lick, she quickly had the glob in her mouth.

“Y’know, come to think of it, I used the bathroom a few minutes ago and forgot to wash my— ow!” Natasha laughed, Yelena punching her arm that was not holding hot chocolate in retaliation for her words.

“Jerk,” Yelena muttered, but she then pressed her cheek against Natasha’s arm, repositioning herself so that she was across Natasha’s lap in the recliner as she offered her older sister affection. She shifted her head so that it was against Natasha’s shoulder, and Natasha wasted no time in moving her arm up and around Yelena as she cradled her against her, putting down her hot chocolate mug to more fully embrace the blonde as Yelena clutched her mug gently and let it rest against Natasha’s stomach and on top of the blankets.

Once Natasha lifted her gaze from her sister, still feeling a haze of love and warmth within her, she froze as she realized the Avengers were staring at the pair with soft smiles on their faces.

Yelena soon seemed to realize Natasha’s lack of movement, and she looked up at her curiously. Yelena then moved her head, furrowing her brow as she craned her neck to look over at the Avengers. Once she spotted the group staring at her and Natasha, she jutted out her chin defiantly.

“What are you all staring at?” Yelena questioned, challenging anyone to make fun of her position cuddled on Natasha’s lap, and Natasha snorted lightly, a grin coming onto her face. However, she was mostly curious about why they were all staring so much.

Tony and Peter shared a slight glance and Tony squeezed the back of the boy’s neck affectionately. Sam and Steve just shook their heads with slight grins, and Clint shrugged with a smile of his own.

“It’s just nice to see you two so happy,” Clint admitted, and the other guys nodded in agreeance. Natasha’s eyes softened, and she smiled a bit, unable to keep away the fondness swelling within her for her weird little family. Yelena lost all signs of sarcasm as she looked down at her hot chocolate mug.

After a moment, she pressed the majority of her face against Natasha, and the redhead quickly recognized this as an attempt to hide any emotion that was rising up within her. Natasha just sighed contentedly, a smile on her face as she dropped her gaze and brought her hand up to thread through Yelena’s hair.

The Avengers then kept conversing, and Natasha leaned down to press a gentle kiss to the top of Yelena’s head. Yelena just snuggled more deeply against her, and Natasha could not help the giant grin that spread across her face.

This was undoubtedly the best way that Natasha could think of to spend a day snowed in.

[inklore]

I think you are an amazing person, and I wish i possess half the talent you have. I really admire your tenacity and your passion for your works. I'm also envious of your talent too. I wish i'm that good.

oh my gosh, babes 🥺. i appreciate the compliments and love so much, you have no idea! but there’s no need to compare, we are all talented and amazing in our own ways. i am guilty of constantly comparing myself to others and wanting to change my writing/style because of it, but i’ve learned that i can’t thrive or be happy or let my talent show if i’m too busy comparing.

i don’t want anyone to compare themselves to me, i want yalls talent to thrive and shine and not have the shadowing of comparison bringing you down. i love you, anon, i adore you, you are talented, and your beautiful words to me and encouragement means so much. 💖

confess something you've thought about me on anon!

[taegularities]

OH MY FREAKING GODDDDDD 😭😭😭 i shit u not my heart leapt to my throat when i saw the notification for RY 😭 every single one of these 10.5k words are so special to me this has to be one of my favorite things that i’ve read from you 🥺 this part was so beautifully written i s2g everything you described about their relationship hits so good, it IS all about the yearning dear lord 😭 i can’t help but feel like something devastating is gonna happen after all this angsty fluff 😭😭

you’ve gotta be one of my favorite writers on tumblr, it’s insane to think i only found your blog less than 3 weeks ago. and idk if you remember this but i was the anon that downloaded ur stuff from ao3 just to highlight my fav parts (i was v new to ur blog and v shy!!) 😭 i love writing and i dabbled from time to time but never really found the time/courage to fully get into it but in all seriousness, you’ve inspired me so so much in such a short amount of time that i’ve started to get back into it again and more seriously than i ever have and hopefully some day i can publish something of my own on here!!

this is kinda rambly and word vomitty i just couldn’t contain myself while i was reading it and as soon as i was done i had to go straight here to say this 🥺 you’re always one of the highlights of my day with ur fics or even just ur snippets of them and ur answers to questions about them!! you’re genuinely one of my fav people even tho all i’ve done is send u a couple asks lol. anyways you’re amazing and magnificent i love you have a good day 🥺🥰💖

oh my god ??? no kidding, i waited w answering this ask cos it's SO KIND I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY? first of all, ur excitement for this series has my heart pounding too, and it makes me incredibly happy that u enjoyed the fic and the yearning 🥺 and yeah, devastation is on the way for sure...

and yes omg i remember u !!! it means so much to me that i could inspire u in any way 🥺 i am rooting for u and i know that whatever u publish, it will be amazing ❤️

and gosh, one of the highlights of ur day? one of ur fav people? i swear, i don't deserve u wtf i adore u to bits !!! 🥺😭 i hope u are having the most beautiful day, bcos gosh, someone as precious and amazing as u deserves it <3333

[bougainvillea-and-saltwater]

^ GIGI’S REACTION STARTER PACK Y’ALL.

Oh my gosh, I’M DEFINITELY NOT CRYING RIGHT NOW. Pictured here: early in the morning for me, ready to go to work, and I’m here, morning absolutely made, STARING AT MY SCREEN IN INEXPLICABLE ADORATION BECAUSE AAAAAAAAAH LOOK AT MY GIRL, MY MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRL, LOOK AT HER, JUST—😭😭😭

The voluminous red hair??? That soft smile (I’m sure she’s looking at her Miraak 🥰)??? Her lashes and those gorgeous amber eyes??? HER TINY FRECKLES!!! I LOVE IT THAT YOU REMEMBERED HER FRECKLES...🥺🤲 AND THAT OUTFIT 😳 I’M FLUSTERING AND TWIRLING MY HAIR... 😳 You’re so right! I think Miraak would probably have a heart attack if he saw her dressed like that... (He Will, poor Raak...👀) Also, I really love the background! Those little flowers in yellow shades are so her! 🌼

My friend, I can’t thank you enough for taking the time to draw my Jia... And for all your lovely words, you really sparked my writing and blorbo mojo, you’re so sweet! And don’t feel nervous! You drew her LIKE THE GODDESS SHE IS, SHE’S BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL, and I’m sure I won’t stop looking at her for a long while! 💖🫂💖🫂

jia, @bougainvillea-and-saltwater’s lovely last dragonborn!

[fancycolours]

Hello, Mrs. Lamm! 😊 I drew this for you!

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ASDFSDFGHJK OMG! I’M GONNA CRY! 😭🤧 THAT’S MY MAN! 🥰 THIS IS SO ADORABLE! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH! 🥺💜 THANK YOU, DEAR! THIS WAS VERY SWEET OF YOU! 🤗 AND I JUST LOVE HOW YOU DREW HIM IN HIS OVERALLS TOO! YOUR DRAWING STYLE IS SO GREAT! ✨ THIS MADE MY DAY! THANK YOU AGAIN! GOSH, I CAN’T GET OVER HOW PRECIOUS THIS IS! I’LL TREASURE IT FOREVER! 💖💖💖

[illumiiiz]

Tsukki, yamaguchi, tanaka for kck

Aah thank you for sending these in!! ^^ Sorry I'm late answering!!

KISS, CUDDLE, KABEDON + Tsukki, Yamaguchi, and Tanaka

KISS- Tanaka. Oh gosh do I wanna kiss him. Dude oh my gosh. Kisses go one of two ways with him: either it’s soft and adorable, and he’s v gentle and cute about it (80% of the time). or he’s messy and rushed and tongue is instantly in your mouth, bc testosterone y’know. I’ll happily take either one 😌🥴

CUDDLE- Yamaguchi, aaahh sweet boi 🥺🥺💖 Cuddling with him would be the best imo, just rolling up in blankets and being a soft lil burrito together. And totally kissing his freckles while you’re wrapped up facing each other and he can’t nudge you away, all he can do is hide his face and rapidly deepening blush in your neck. ALSO LET HIM BE THE LITTLE SPOON PLEASE 🥺🥺🥺

KABEDON- this leaves Tsukki... oh lord. Do y’all know how much taller than me he is. Ugh. >:/  (My head only comes up to about mid-chest for him, so my arm would be like.. at his waist lol) Honestly I can see him being like “oh? the pipsqueak wants attention?” and just patting my head and walking away SKDJSHDK 😭💀  (or if he was in a mood, watch him easily flip it around bc of the size difference and lean down and murmur “tell me what you want, princess. go on.” FHSJFHK SIR 😳🥴)

- Eve