who ever you choose of marvel and DC with a gf or gn partner who is like not clingy at all and is super cuddly all the sudden and in their lap and stuff? hope your doing ok
Cuddle-bug
ft.Marvel -> Included (Marvel): Wolverine, Nightcrawler, Gambit, The Human Torch, Moon Knight(2022 D+ Show), Blade, Cloak & Dagger, The Invisible Woman, Kitty Pryde, Magik,
UP NEXT (DC): Kyle Rayner, Guy Gardner, Hal Jordan, John Stewart & Shayera Hol, The Flash, Kid Flash, Wonder Woman, Zatanna, Constantine, Booster Gold & Blue Beetle, Arsenal
Content Warnings: Fem!Reader, established relationship, reader's weight/body type is unspecified but the characters involved can comfortably hold them on their lap/chest Moon Knight here is from the series not the comics
A/N: Biting my lip WHOEVER I CHOOSE?? Also I stole the new way i'm formatting names from @/jamesdeanbby (all caps, bolded, and subscripted) ヾ(_ _。）
⚝ LOGAN HOWLETT
Logan had noticed your strange behavior before you had even touched him. You had circled him throughout the day, following along with whatever he was doing (not that he was all that busy).
Every time he had stopped, there you were: in the kitchen, the garage, the porch—and eventually the prickly, itching feeling along his neck and shoulders was too much to ignore as he turned around again. And, as you had been, you were there.
Logan was no psychic. He didn't know what you wanted, but there had to be some point to your clinginess today, and not knowing was creeping him out.
“You need somethin’?” His sideways glance betrayed the gruff and indifferent tone of his voice, hazel eyes darting across your figure.
“Nope,” and at his skeptical look, you just shrugged.
“Right…” and he went back to sharpening one of his knives. You never did really get why he needed them, considering he's basically made of knives, but his precious few hobbies meant as much to you as they did to him.
A minute later, he felt the couch dip, causing Logan to draw his knife closer to his body. Another minute, and you were pressed against his side.
Logan's hand froze.
“You sick?” and you don't even get a chance to shake your head before he continues, “Someone die?”
You sit back slightly and look at him, offended.
“Can I not sit down with my boyfriend?”
He eyed you for another long second before grunting.
"...Usually you don't."
Then, without warning, you swung one leg over his lap and tucked yourself against his shoulder as Logan stared.
"Fucking hell."
“Ok fine then, no being sweet”, and at your first movement away from him, he let out a long sigh through his nose.
"...Don't be a brat."
His knife was tossed onto the coffee table as his broad arm wrapped around your waist almost absentmindedly, holding you in place while he went back to watching television.
The peace didn't last even five minutes before Logan broke the silence again.
"...Seriously though."
"Hm?"
"You got a concussion?"
“Logan if you keep ruining the moment i’ll give you a concussion”
⚝ KURT WAGNER
Kurt had been comfortably settled into one of the library armchairs, one leg tucked beneath himself while the other rested over the arm, an old novel balanced between three-fingered hands. The room was quiet save for the occasional turn of a page and the soft swish of his tail lazily flicking behind him.
He looked up the moment your footsteps entered the room.
"Ach, hallo, Liebling."
You smiled back at your fuzzy blue companion, matching the joyful gleam in his golden eyes, but didn't answer, instead wandering over until you stood beside his chair.
He marked his page with one careful finger.
"Is everything all right?"
You nodded "Mhm."
He waited.
You... continued standing there.
His tail slowed.
"...Did you need something?"
You shook your head again, almost having to stifle a laugh at his confusion, "No, nothing"
"...Oh."
Silence settled between you and Kurt smiled anyway, content enough just to have you nearby, before lowering his eyes back to his book. The smile lingered on his face as he resumed reading. Even while you weren't talking, your company had always been enough for him. There was something so pleasantly domestic about sharing a room without feeling obligated to fill it with conversation, the comfort of silence. His tail idly brushed once against the side of your shoe, the only sign he hadn't forgotten you were there.
Another minute passed before you said something
"Kurt."
"Hm?"
You tilted your head. "...Why aren't you touching me?"
Kurts book flipped several pages when he turned to look over his shoulder, mouth slightly agape in shock. "...Was I supposed to be?"
Your brows knitted together. "I've been standing here forever."
"I did not wish to assume!" he defended, laughing as he hurried to set the book aside. "Normally, if I move toward you first, you look at me as though you are considering climbing out the nearest window."
"I do not."
His grin widened "Ach but leibling you absolutely do." And at his statement, Kurt opened his arms anyway.
"May I?"
Instead of answering, you stepped between his knees and folded yourself against his chest. His arms wrapped securely around your back, careful while his tail curled loosely around your calf of its own accord.
"You are very comfortable," he murmured into your hair.
“I think that's my line."
“I wanted to do this much earlier,” he laughed, the sound vibrating warmly beneath your cheek. "I was trying to be respectful."
"I appreciate that,” your hands tightened around the back of his shirt, “I don't know when I’ll be okay to do… this… again”
Kurt's expression softened so completely it made your chest ache. He understood what you meant without asking another question, the reason you two were so perfectly suited for eachother. Tomorrow, you might go right back to linking a finger and lingering beside him instead of leaning against him. You might tense up if he reached for your hand first. But the beauty of it all was this moment where your love was stronger than reservation, where Kurt in his drought had been given a reservoir of water.
"I believe," he said, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, "that is something I will always accommodate, süße." His tail gave another pleased flick.
⚝ REMY LEBEAU
Remy was almost offended. You hadn't done anything wrong, it was almost impossible for you to do anythin worth Remy’s scrutiny, but because you were acting far… far too normal.
No response when he'd greeted you. No quick-handed attempt to steal or destabilize the cards dancing effortlessly between his fingers. You hadn't even rolled your eyes when he'd called you cher. It was like your mind was somewhere up in the clouds.
You'd just... watched him, rather affectionately even, in Remy’s opinion, and he let it go for almost ten minutes before finally lowering the deck into one hand.
"C'mon now."
His green eyes found yours immediately.
"You been starin' holes clean through me. Remy knows you'd tell your ol' lover anythin', so what's got dat head so busy, cher?"
"I have not."
A grin spread across his face.
"Mm. Liar."
Your eyes flicked away at his accusation, that was when he knew something was off. You never lied to him, or if there was some sort of hidden truth you were quick to spill as soon as Remy even gave you a questioning look.
The deck disappeared into his pocket as he leaned forward, elbows on his knees.
"You wanna tell me what's got dat pretty head so busy?"
Instead of answering, you crossed the room. Remy had expected you to busy your hands with his cards, and use your position in his pockets to shrug his coat off his broad shoulders and onto yourself.
Instead...
You simply lowered yourself into his lap, curling up against him as naturally as anyone could, tucking your face against his neck and feeling the stubble beneath his chin.
Every line he'd ever practiced vanished.
"...Well."
His voice came out noticeably quieter.
One hand hovered awkwardly behind your back before settling there, broad palm rubbing once between your shoulder blades.
"Cher..." He smiled to himself. "You really surprised me, y'know dat?"
You looked up, your planned statement interrupted by a chaste kiss to your forehead. “Are you uncomfortable?”
"You looked at me all afternoon like you were figurin' out how t' do dis. Non... if anythin', Ah'm wonderin' why you ain't done it sooner."
Heat climbed into your cheeks, and Remy could feel the burning against his own warm skin.
"Aww..." His forehead rested briefly against your hair. "Poor cher... you were nervous."
"You thought too hard 'bout dis, didn't you?"
You freeze,"...Maybe."
"Mm." A kiss to your temple. "Next time, don't ask your head. Listen t' your heart. Seems t' know what it's doin'."
"'M not usually like this."
"Cher, if anybody knows dat 'bout you, it's me." There wasn't disappointment in his voice, "...Makes it feel like Ah won somethin'."
⚝ JOHNNY STORM
Johnny almost missed it.
Not because he wasn't paying attention, you always had his attention, always, it’s his favorite thing to pay attention to; but because he'd spent the last ten minutes talking almost exclusively with his hands, halfway through an animated retelling of something Ben had said earlier that morning.
"...And then he has the nerve to tell me I'm the dramatic one—"
Your weight settled onto his lap, and Johnny kept talking, wrapping his forearms around your body and talking practically against your skin, breath fanning across your shoulder on each word before his sentence abruptly ended in the middle of a point.
Johnny blinked owlishly before looking down, back up, down again…
"...Hang on."
You'd tucked yourself comfortably against him, one arm lazily draped around his middle as if there were nothing unusual about the situation.
There was. Oh my god there absolutely was. His eyebrows climbed higher and higher as he kept opening his mouth, a wide smile breaking out on his face. Johnny was obviously putting tremendous effort into not saying something to ruin the mood, but his excitement won out after… maybe ten seconds
"...What… no way,”, a reddish flush was blooming on his cheeks, as he rapidly licked his lips to stop them from drying out, courtesy of his still befuddled expression
"What?" you asked. You knew what, your touchy boyfriend was reeling from getting to cling to you without making some sort of bargain, but the cute expressions he was pulling was honestly enough to get you to consider doing this more often
"You." He (lightly) shook you with theatrical disbelief. "You're sitting on me!"
You laughed quietly.
"I can move."
"No!"
His answer came much too fast.
One hand immediately landed on your back, "You don't get to hook me on this and leave, nuh-uh."
"I'm not going anywhere, space boy”
Johnny searched your face for literally anything suggesting this was some elaborate setup. And after finding none his shoulders slowly relaxed.
"...This is awesome, amazing." He couldn't stop smiling. “Its… fire”
And at your loud groan he held you tighter, looking almost boyishly pleased about his terrible pun.
⚝ STEVEN GRANT
Steven had been completely absorbed in a museum catalogue, one knee tucked beneath himself on the couch, reading glasses slowly slipping down his nose.
He didn't even notice you'd come in until the pages stopped turning, your gentle hand pressed against the delicate paper.
"Oh!” He looked up, smiling immediately. "Hello, love."
You smiled back. "Hi Steven"
Neither of you said anything else, and at your silence you could see the corners of Steven's smile wobble, as he tilted his head.
"...Everything alright, darling?"
"Mhm, everything."
He nodded, sucking in a tentative breath "...Right."
He waited for the rest of your statement, eyes following yours as he saw them trace across his features. Did you come over here just to stare at him?
Instead, you carefully lifted the catalogue from his lap, set it on the coffee table, then climbed onto the couch beside him.
For a brief, and hopeful second, Steven assumed you simply wanted to sit together.
Then you kept going.
Your knees slid over either side of one of his legs before you folded your arms over him, resting your head on top of his curly hair with a quiet sigh that sounded almost involuntary. Steven froze, your heartbeat under his ear much calmer than the one he could feel in his own chest, thumping hard enough he figured it could probably walk away on its own if it so wished.
He was suddenly terrified of moving the wrong way.
"...May I..." His voice came out almost in a whisper, cracking halfway through as he cleared his throat "Can I… hold you?"
You answered by curling closer and pulling him down with you, your back hitting the soft cushioning of Steven’s reading couch as he was now laying on top of you.
His entire face softened, smile still ever present as he looked down at you "Oh, I see."
One arm slipped around your waist while the other came up almost reverently to cup the side of your face, thumb brushing against the corner of your mouth.
"There you are."
You hummed sleepily as Steven smiled to himself.
"You know..."
"Hm?"
"I don't think I've ever been this happy."
You laughed quietly against his sweater.
"It's just a hug, Stevie"
"I know, I know…" His cheek rested lightly against the top of your head. "...That's exactly why, love"
⚝ ERIC BROOKS
Eric knew you were behind him, he heard your footsteps stall in the doorway several minutes ago. You weren't being particularly loud, but between his enhanced senses and the stillness of the night he was aware of everything happening within his apartment.
"You gonna stand there all day?" He hadn’t turned to you yet, but he had slowed the movement of his whetstone. Once he had finished, he glanced over his shoulder.
"...Somethin' wrong?"
You shake your head, looking over to him.
Blade hummed, and went back to wiping down one of his swords, occasionally flicking his eyes over to you. He could hear your steps shuffling closer to him,
"...Can I sit?"
He looked up again, balking at your timid demeanor. What the hell could be unsettling you enough for you to be practically shaking in your boots. (You were not in fact, trembling in fear, Eric is just unable to comprehend you being uncomfortable asking him to do anything)
"Since when do you need permission from me?"
At his shocked staring, you move forward and plant yourself practically on top of him- nudging the wrist gone still to keep his sword definitively pointed away from you and your… finagling. Eric had expected you to sit next to him, maybe your feet draped onto his lap as you leaned on the opposite end of the couch.
“Did someone bother you? Have you been having nightmares while I'm out? You don't have to worry, Vlad can’t mess with your mind. I struck a deal with the wizard.”
You stilled while climbing into his lap, your fingers still entwined with his as you looked down,
“You… struck a deal. With a wizard”
“The Sorcerer Supreme, not a wizard. I lied.” His free hand came up almost cautiously, settling against the back of your head.
You felt your cheeks hurting from how wide your smile was, his thumb brushed once through your hair.
"...Missed me?"
You nodded. "...Yeah."
Another quiet moment passed.
"I missed you too. Always miss you” You can feel as his posture slumps slightly, as he tucks your body securely against him to lean down and put away his sword.
“Sweet talker” you murmur “makes me wonder what you’re aiming for”
“ ‘s you, only you”
You laughed under your breath, and Eric’s hand tightened once at the back of your head, not enough to stop you, just enough to keep you there and feel your breath against his neck.
“Good answer.” You tipped your head up to look at him.
He didn’t bother pretending not to notice. His eyes stayed on you for a long second before he finally looked back down at your mouth, then your face, then your mouth again like he was considering whether or not to say something else.
“I want you to stay.”
It came out rough, almost grudging, like he was annoyed at himself for saying it out loud. You only smiled wider.
“I was planning on it.”
⚝ TY JOHNSON/TANDY BOWEN
Ty noticed you before Tandy did, not because he was watching you, but because the living room dimmed almost imperceptibly as you wandered in, stepping in front of a small lamp in the corner. He looked up from where he'd been reading, watching you hesitate in the doorway for several seconds.
"Love, is everything okay?"
You nodded. "Mhm."
That wasn't exactly reassuring.
Tandy, still stretched out across the opposite end of the couch with one leg hanging over the armrest, finally looked up from her phone.
"What?" she asked, glancing between the two of you. "Why're you both making faces?"
"I'm not making a face," you muttered.
Ty raised an eyebrow. "You've been standing there for almost a minute."
“Have not!”
Tandy snorted, "Sweetheart, you're gonna have to give us something."
You crossed the room, before your nerves could get the better of you at the last second. Instead of sitting beside him like you'd intended, you found yourself half climbing into his lap, your arms wrapping around his middle before your brain had a chance to object.
Tandy gasped almost instantly, which in turn led you to immediately start second-guessing yourself.
"I can move—"
"No!" she answered so quickly she startled herself, the little ring of light around her eye glowing brighter as Ty chuckled. His arm secured you across himself, a steady arm siding across your back, he left enough room open that you could slide out if you really wanted to, but the look in his eyes would hold you there for some time.
You looked over to see Tandy staring at you with her mouth hanging open.
"...You're cuddling us."
"I know."
"No, I don't think you do. Oh. My. God” She bit her lower lip and sat back, basking in the sight of her favorite people being adorable together. Ty was more physical than either you or Tandy, but because all shadows were an extension of himself he seemed more reclusive. Ty's quiet laugh rumbled beneath your cheek, his other hand settling carefully against your cheek as though he was afraid too much movement would scare you away.
"You've never done this before."
"I just..." You shrugged against him. "Missed you."
Tandy's expression softened so completely it almost hurt to look at.
"You missed us?”, she drew out every syllable, dragging her ponytail holder out of her hair before crawling across the cushions until she was pressed against your other side, her arms wrapping around both you and Ty in one movement.
"There," she sighed happily, rubbing her face across your chest.
"Now it's a cuddle pile."
You laughed despite yourself, "I was thinking of… a little less… touching."
"Too late.” and at Tandy's blunt comment Ty smiled.
"I don't think she would've accepted anything less."
"I absolutely wouldn't have,” she tucked herself closer, resting her chin on your shoulder. At her opening her mouth to say something else, Ty gently pushed her chin back up and shook his head.
The look in his eyes almost telepathically communicated his sentiment: not now, they can talk about this tender moment again and again in the late night. Let her ease into it.
⚝ SUE STORM
Sue had been halfway through a magazine when the couch dipped beside her, and she smiled without looking up.
"Hi, sweetheart."
No answer, instead, you quietly tugged the magazine from her hands, folded it shut, and set it on the coffee table before climbing beneath the blanket she'd draped over her legs.
Sue blinked. "...Oh."
You didn't say anything as you simply curled against her side, tucked your head beneath her chin, and wrapped an arm around her waist like you'd done it a thousand times before. Except… you hadn’t.
Normally, you loved her fiercely from a respectable distance, the love the two of you shared was enough that she never questioned your affection, and Sue was more than happy with that. She did occasionally wonder if the two of you would ever get to a point where, this, would happen, but having you close to her yet stiff from tension and discomfort wasn't the sort of future she wanted so she was willing to wait.
At the lengthy silence, she rested one hand lightly against your back.
"Can I hold you?"
You answered by scooting impossibly closer, nuzzling your face into her neck and smelling the perfumed shampoo she had recently washed her hair with.
Sue laughed under her breath.
"I'll take that as a yes."
One arm settled around your shoulders while the other smoothed slow circles between your shoulder blades, and she let several quiet minutes pass before she spoke again.
"...Long day?"
You hummed, "A little."
"I'm sorry, darling”
Your fingers lazily gathered a fold of her sweater, smoothing the fabric out and tracing your fingers across the soft woven material "I just wanted my girlfriend."
Sue's heart nearly stopped, she closed her eyes for a second, smiling to herself before pressing a kiss into your hair.
"Well..." Another kiss. "She’s awfully glad you came to get her." Sue could feel you getting heavier against her as sleep threatened to win, her soothing voice continuing to lull you towards it. Eventually she whispered
"You know..."
"Hm?"
"You never have to earn this."
You looked up, confused. "Hm?"
"Me, the affection, anything… I’m always your girlfriend, not just on a bad day” Her thumb brushed across your shoulder as she pressed another gentle kiss against your forehead.
You stared at her for a long moment before burying your face right back into her neck.
"...I know."
Sue smiled into your hair. "Just making sure."
⚝ KITTY PRYDE
Kitty held her breath as you walked over with a blanket, stilling her movement on her phone, worried even the minor dragging of her finger against the screen would scare you off like some sort of wild animal—and it seemed that her paranoia paid off when you laid across her lap, pulling a pillow from the other end of the couch to act as your headrest as you draped your body horizontally over hers.
For a second, she forgot how to breathe.
You'd never been one to initiate this sort of thing. Sitting shoulder to shoulder? Sure. Holding hands? Of course. But climbing into her space so casually, settling in as though you'd decided her lap was the best place in the mansion to spend your evening?
Kitty wasn't about to question a miracle.
She barely even dared blink.
As soon as she was sure you were comfortable and set for a LONG time (there was really no option other than staying there, knowing she'd pull the saddest face as soon as you started to move away), Kitty slowly... so slowly... moved her arm up to capture a selfie of the moment, sending it to Kurt with fire and thumbs-up emojis.
Look. LOOK.
His typing bubble appeared almost immediately.
Don't scare them.
Kitty physically had to bite the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing.
I'm trying.
She stared down at you, her eyes following the planes of your face and the peaceful expression you wore as you attempted to sleep, even with your chest uncomfortably placed over her thighs.
Eventually, the giddy feeling in her chest grew too much, the little sharp pains of her biting her lip to keep quiet wasn't enough to distract from it- her shoulders shaking with silent laughter because she genuinely couldn't believe you were the one cuddling her, and she hastily tossed her phone across the couch to lean down and squeal as she wrapped her arms around your figure, nuzzling her face against any exposed skin she could reach.
“I've so won in life. I have a cute girlfriend who is cuddling up to me... Did I do something to make you so happy, goofball?” she was giggling through her entire sentence, feeling you squirm under her arms as she unexpectedly blanketed herself over your body.
“I just missed you, is all,” and as you pressed your cold nose to her skin, Kitty shrieked; mostly you think, out of joy that you were nuzzling into her
“I don't think I could take being away from you long enough to getcha to miss me,” she sighed. “But please do this more often. You're so welcome to miss me even when I'm right here.”
⚝ ILLYANA RASPUTINA
Illyana didn't say anything as your thighs bracketed her own, casting an owlish, wide-eyed stare at you while you shuffled around to place your head on her chest—thankfully not covered in her armor at the moment.
She lifted her arms and held tight to her book as you got comfortable, her body completely still and stiff until your final sigh of contentment, and then slowly lowered her arms down in a perfect arc. The mechanical maneuver reminded you of some sort of rusty robot, and you giggled as you thought of the creaking sound that would emanate.
“You should tell me your jokes instead of laughing alone.”
You looked up to see your girlfriend’s pouting face, her chin now disturbed from its resting place atop your head, her gray eyes flicking back and forth between your own and her spellbook.
“You’re moving like a robot, ’Ya,” and with a soft laugh, you went back to laying on her chest—or you tried to, as Illyana sat up at your comment, causing you to fall backward with a yelp, now laying back on her knees and shins, which were notably less soft than her boobs.
“I’m being very good about the touch! You’re trying to prank me for your TikToks, and I was being cute for the camera!” She had raised her voice, now obviously flustered from having to admit her take on the situation, and for a second you felt bad about not approaching her slower to start off with. The two of you worked so well together, especially given your largely touch-adverse nature.
You sighed as you sat up on your elbows, rocking her side to side with your knees pressed alongside her ribs.
“’Lya, I was just trying to show you I love you. It's not something I planned, I just thought it’d be sweet. I'm sorry I didn't say something about it first, but I didn't wanna talk myself out of the mood.”
She cast her eyes down to the side, a red flush climbing from her ears to her cheeks and down to her neck, fully closing her book and setting it down to play with the cuff of your socks, running her fingers on top of and then under the cotton material.
After a few moments of silence, Illyana shuffled back, pulling her legs from under you, only to then place her head on your chest.
“I like you always. I didn't expect you to do something different from usual. I like it for now.”
And as your laugh rang out above her, Illyana relaxed and melded against you. She likes this. Maybe not always, but on a rare occasion, it feels nice.
