cuddle moments
The Quiet Moments

Description: Cuddling. Lots of it.

Review: What the fuuuuuuck. This is so?????? Oh my god?? This is definitely the fic you want to read if you want a feel-good fic with so much cuddling and touching your chest physically aches with it. I almost died. So soft. 

Rating: Teen


Imagine Stiles and Derek fall asleep when spooning on the couch.

Derek wakes to a loud crash and finds Stiles on the floor, holding his head in his hands and withering in pain. Derek pounces, quickly checking Stiles for injuries before pulling him back up onto the couch and holding him close, taking his pain and talking to him softly until he settles.
“What happened?” Derek asks.
“I tried to roll over to cuddle you and I fell of the chair,” Stiles mumbled.
Derek gently pulls Stiles’ hands away, noticing the red mark on his forehead that’s very quickly turning to a bruise. He pulls Stiles close, nestling him against his chest and soothing him back to sleep.

Originally posted by nienormalna206

Cuddling with Jeff would include..

Originally posted by itsme-hannahbaker



 -Any moment he gets he will smother the hell out of you. 

 -He will literally get upset if you don’t cuddle him.

 -“You never cuddle with me!”

 -“Jeff, we just cuddled five minutes ago….”

 -You being the big spoon, EVERY TIME! 

 -He loves being the little spoon

 -If you guys are having little arguments he will literally lay on you and not get off until you forgive him. 

 -Always having a tight grip on you

 -Not ever letting you go

 -At school, he will lay his head on your shoulder

 -If you guys are sitting out by the field he will lay between your legs

 -He loves burying his face in your neck and leaving tiny kisses

 -Practically melting when you run your hands through his hair

 -"Baby come love me!“


Welcome Home

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

Description: Tired cuddles with Taeyong

Warning: None

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The red numbers on the clock flashed, indicating it was nearly 11:30 pm. The sheets and thick blankets comforted your tired body, but even the soft fabric did nothing to sooth your racing, worried mind. Taeyong still wasn’t home.
Where is he? was the only thought that was running through your head over and over and over again. Taeyong had texted you earlier, sending you a simple message that was all he could manage to send you during a water break at dance practice.
“Staying late. Can’t seem to get this move down. Don’t stay up too late, jagi. Love you.”
But that was over four hours ago. A small sigh fell from your lips as you tossed and turned in bed, moving to stare at the brightly shining moon that was offering a sliver of light to illuminate the dark room. The bedroom was full of oddball things. Knick knacks. Stuffed animals. Your clothes strung around. His clothes strung around. A random flag in a corner. It was comfortable. Quite homey, actually. But all the stuffed animals in the world couldn’t make up for the one thing you were missing at this very moment. Him.
Preparing to call it a night and just cuddle with a pillow, you held your breath when you heard the unmistakable sound of the front door unlocking and being nudged open. You immediately sat up, waiting to greet him as you listened to his soft footsteps. Finally the bedroom door creaked open, as quietly as he could manage, in case you were already asleep.
“Welcome home.” You whispered, not wanting to spook him.
Even in the barely there moon light, you could see how tired he was. Thanks to the nearly seven hours of dance practice, he had been drenched in sweat. Hair disheveled, the white t-shirt he had left in earlier was clinging to his soft skin. His eyes lit up when he saw you still awake. Even when he was dead tired, barely able to keep his eyes open, you could always give him a spark of energy.
A smile stretched across his lips, he dropped his dance bag on the floor, not caring where it landed as he made his way further into the room.
I swear he makes the room so much more alive. You thought, watching him make his way sluggishly to the bathroom.
You sat silently, listening to the bathroom sink start running so Taeyong could wash the sweat from his face and brush his teeth for bed. Not too long later, he returned to your sight. After washing briefly, he had stripped off his sweaty, smelling clothes, leaving them on the bathroom floor, and walking out in just his boxers.
I’ll worry about that tomorrow, He thought, But for now, I just want my Jagi.
You threw the covers back, shivering from the cool night air now hitting your bare legs, waiting for Taeyong to crawl in the bed and lay with you.
That was probably your favorite thing about your relationship with Taeyong. Even when he was shy and quiet and self conscious about himself out in the world, he never cared when he was alone with you. With you, he could let himself be him, knowing he wouldn’t be judged. He could leave the makeup off, not worry about hiding his body. After the many times you had told him he was beautiful to you, he began to finally believe it as well. At least, while he was with you. And that’s all the mattered to him, that you loved him the way he was.
“Why did you stay awake so long, jagi? I expected you to be out like a light, drooling on your pillow by the time I got back.” Taeyong snickered when you slapped his shoulder as he laid his drained body beside you.
“I don’t drool!” You giggled when he grabbed your hand, preventing you from playfully hitting him, and pulled your body against his. “I just wanted to sleep beside my love, is that so bad?”
“Not at all.” Even when he was on the brink of falling asleep and pretty much was just mumbling,his soft voice never seized to send a chill down your spine. He pulled you tighter against him, nudging the side of your face gently with his nose, liking the way you shivered when he exhaled, letting you feel his warm breath against your neck.
“I love you, Tae.”
“I love you too.” He whispered, pressing the lightest kiss to your cheek, cuddling you, arms keeping you anchored to his side. Letting his eyes close, consciousness slowly slipped from his fingers.
Welcome home.”

Burrito Blanket Batmom - Bruce Wayne/Batfamily x Reader

I kinda love the idea of a “burrito blanket” batmom haha, and since I thought the request from anonymous I received was quite similar, I mixed them up together. Hope you’ll like it, particularly you @dannysanime, as usual, feedbacks are very welcome :) : 

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-Are you alright mother ?

It’s early in the morning when your youngest son finds you in the living room, wrapped in a blanket on the couch, eyes wide open and not really looking at anything in particular. You don’t even react as he approaches you. 

-Mother ? Hey ? Mom are you alright ? 

Finally, you turn your head to look at him, blanket all the way up to your chin and wrapped around your head (and all around your body really, your face the only thing peering out of this burrito you made of yourself), you say in a croaked voice : 


Damian is immediately worried. It isn’t often, if not never, that you complain. That you let things get you down. You’re the cheery one of the family. You and Dick often are the ones that see the positive things in everything, so, seeing you there, laying on the couch without even the TV on, and looking as if you were completely done with life…Well, it worries your kid. 

You realize that he’s concerned about your well being when he kneels in front of you, and put his palm on your forehead. Oh, sweet boy. If only everyone could see him as you saw him, if only he’d be as nice with everyone as he is with you…No one would ever call him “brat” anymore. 

-I’m not sick honey, I’m just…I’m just….erf…

-…You’re just “erf” ?

You shrug your shoulder. Or at least, Damian thinks you shrug your shoulder, he isn’t really sure, seeing as you’re wrapped tightly in that damn comforter. 

He’s not sure what’s wrong with you, but he still wants to help. 

-Hum…Is there anything I can do for you ? Do  you want coffee ? Something to eat ? Or do you want me to go put a movie on or something ? Anything, really ?

You smile weakly at him, and it makes him frown. Your smiles are never weak ! They’re always so bright, warm, beautiful ! They always make him feel better, not matter what. Awkwardly, he brushes a few fingers against your cheek, and your smile widens a  little. Here. Better. 

-You’re already doing a lot my boy. 

“My boy”. He loved when you called him that. It made him feel…It just made him feel loved. And like a part of the family. Your son. But of course he was your son, you never saw him in any other way, even at the difficult beginnings…

He kept on brushing your cheek lightly, putting some strand of hair out of your face. You managed to take an arm out of your blanket, and caressed his hair lovingly, he laid his head next to yours, kneeling on the floor in front of you, and you just shared a sweet mom/son moment…So much that you both fell into a deep and comfortable slumber. 

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you gotta love these two boys! Thanks for the request~

Kaminari Denki:

  • he loves physical contact with you, even simple stuff like holding hands (or pinkies!). his favourite way of sitting is with one arm casually around your shoulder
  • so he loves cuddles even more! he thinks they’re very romantic and intimate
  • though he loves spooning, his favourite position is when you two face each other, your head against his chest (or vice versa)
  • loves playing with your hair~
  • he can’t sit still for very long, though, and ends up laughing with you over something or other.
  • around 50% of the time, cuddling ends in a tickle fight

Kirishima Eijirou:

  • loves loves loves cuddles! he will take every opportunity that presents itself to cuddle you.
  • he’s very warm so winter cuddles are especially nice~
  • he loves intertwining his legs in yours, it’s fun and cute! and cuddles last longer because it’s a bit of a hassle to unwind
  • secretly loves being the little spoon
  • but he also loves being the big spoon, holding you close. He likes to rest his head against your neck
  • likes talking about a range of things during cuddles (or sometimes nothing at all!). sometimes he just says sweet nothings, sometimes he discusses conspiracy theories with you. it really depends
“Where did the coffee table go ?”- Bruce Wayne x Reader

Just something short and stupid written in 5 minutes during my lunch break.  Didn’t proof read (I never do, I never can re-read anything I wrote so like meh) so sorry about any awful mistakes. Sometimes, I have really shitty ideas haha, hope you’ll still kinda like it though ^^’ :

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“The mysterious case of the disappearing furnitures by detective/Batman’s partner Richard John Grayson, 8 and a half years old : 

Recently noticed that furnitures around Wayne Manor have gone missing.

_Suspects : Bruce Wayne, (Y/N) Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth or a stranger. 
_Motive for Bruce Wayne : reminds him of his parents so he’s changing them ? But that wouldn’t explain why they’re changed on a regular basis.
_Motive for (Y/N) Wayne : …I don’t know yet, but will find one, she’s too nice to me and maybe it’s a trick so we DON’T suspect her ? Maybe she has a huge furniture dealing web out there in Gotham ! 
_Motive for Alfred Pennyworth : Less to clean.
_Motive for “stranger” : Those furnitures must be expensive, selling them might be good, but then why does Bruce not react ? Maybe it’s a mind trick that stranger is playing on Bruce, getting rid of every pieces of furniture his parents bought ? 

All of the suspect have a motive, and a good one if I might say, and I will find what is happening to all those poor furnitures ! 

09/08/01, chest of drawers disappeared.
10/08/01, new chest of drawers arrived, Alfred rolled his eyes at it.
14/08/01, lawn table gone.
14/08/01, a bit later, saw Alfred took down a few pieces of Bruce and (Y/N)’s bed, the headboard I think.
18/08/01, started my interrogation : when I asked Bruce he became very pale and looked “horrified” (according to (Y/N) who entered, she said : “what’s that horrified face my heart ?”). I’m not sure what horrified means, but it doesn’t sound nice…maybe he feels guilty ? When I asked my questions about the broken and missing pieces of furniture to (Y/N), she just burst out laughing.
26/08/01, today, almost the entire living room was empty, I asked Alfred and he said he was remodeling…I think he doesn’t want to worries me about our furnitures being stolen.
01/09/01, Saw da Bruc Dad Bruce sneaking out with the a plank that I believe is from the coffee table in the living room…very suspicious”.

Smiling, Dick stops reading the clumsy handwriting he had when he was eight and puts down his old “very important cases” notebook back on his deck, sighing, nostalgic. 

Oh the good old days when he was the only “Batboy” (who was he kidding ? Dick knew that without little brothers his life would be boring. He makes a mental note though, to hide this forever from his brother’s sight, they would mock him too much for almost everything written in that thing).

“Where do all the furniture go ?” was his actual first case, and…oh ew, just thinking about what he discovered, a few years after he “opened the case”, where those furnitures went, was grossing him out. 

But he still couldn’t help but smile at his younger self. 

He was a rather cute kid wasn’t it ? His mom would agree.

His mom. 

“(Y/N) Wayne”, the woman who was “too nice, must be a trick”…Oh he was so wrong about that. You were nice because you were the best woman in the World. You were more than nice. You were…Oh man you were the best in everything ! Your hugs and soothing wordsgot him through so many difficult moments…

One of the only thing “bothering” him about you, was still kind of awesome.

It was so damn disgusting sometimes. But also overly adorable.

Your only “flaw” was to be too in love with Bruce, and vice versa. 

You two could be so gross when together, forgetting the world around you, kissing and embracing and EWWW ! 

Sometimes, your sons had to make sure you both knew they were here by making loud noises, and even then, more often than not, they’d be the one leaving the room rather than you two stopping being so goddamn in love. 

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The One Where Everyone Finds Out

Originally posted by parkrpeters

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader, Dad Tony Stark x Reader, The Avengers x Reader

Request: Can you do a Peter Parker imagine where the reader is Tony’s daughter and they are secretly dating and get caught making out by like everyone on the team except for tony and try to keep it a secret but he finds out and freaks out but then gets chill! Sorry if it’s super confusing! Love your work! (by @savannerlovesbananers123 )

Word count: 900

A/N: I’m sorry, this isn’t the best thing I have written but I hope it’s what you wanted and that you’ll like it! :)

The rest of the team was on a mission, you and Peter were the only ones staying at the compound. You two decided to spend the night watching movies and cuddling each other. Moments like these didn’t come that often. Peter was still pretty new on the team and you didn’t want your dad to find out that you two were dating. He would lose his mind if he found out that his dear Spiderling is dating his dear daughter. You two had to be really careful if you didn’t want to get caught. I mean you lived in a place filled with superheroes. So, tonight was your night, the team wasn’t coming back until the morning.

You put on the movie and joined Peter on the couch. You had seen the movie before and lost interest halfway through. You cuddled Peter while he was still watching the movie. Your hands felt cold so you decided to warm them up under Peter’s shirt. He was always so warm and cozy. When Peter felt your cold hands against his stomach he jumped a bit. “I’m sorry I just wanted to warm up my hands” you said with a sheepish smile and kissed him quickly. Few minutes later you two were making out on the couch. The movie was long forgotten. 

Suddenly you heard someone clear their throat. Both of you froze. Slowly you two let go of each other and saw Steve, Bucky and Sam standing in front of you with crossed arms. “What is going on in here” Steve asked with a small smirk. “Oh shit, you two are together? Great now I owe Natasha twenty bucks” Sam groaned. 

Originally posted by hopeinloveinfinity

“What – um- what are you doing here?” you asked still in a slight shock. “The mission ended early. Now explain this” Steve said pointing his finger between you two. “Well, um, we have kind of been dating for the last two months and I would really like if my dad didn’t find out about this so could you please keep your voice down?” You explained quickly fearing that your dad could be coming up any minute. 

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