Big Spoon Cuddling Novels & Stories

"The Xander I know shouldn't be like this." Abigail stopped her hand movements. "Let's not talk about him." Susanna responded, "Okay, we won't talk about him anymore." With the two of them working together, two bowls of spaghetti bolognese were ready very quickly. Each of them had a bowl of spaghetti, a cup of soy milk, and a fried sausage. After they finished eating their meal, both of them were very full. Abigail let out a satisfied burp which made Susanna burst into laughter.

She also produced a spoon, setting it down beside the bowl with a satisfied nod. Stephan raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What is it?” he asked, peering into the bowl. The rich aroma wafting up from it was inviting. “Healthy soup,” Sylvia replied, watching him closely. “You know how she is about making sure you eat well.” Stephan’s expression softened at the mention of his grandmother. “Let’s eat it together, then,” he suggested, grabbing another spoon and settling back comfortably in his chair. They shared the soup, the atmosphere growing warm and intimate as they chatted about everything and nothing.

“In all honesty, guys, I have had a very stressful day so far. There’s only one thing that can help me find the relief I seek. So, without beating around the bush and being all secretive, I will let you know what is the thing I have in mind. Murder. Ta-daaaa, it’s murder, guys. Now, make this fun for me and run.” I know I’m wasting time here, but I can’t say no to dessert if it’s shoved in my face. “Who the fuck do you think you are to come here, disturb us and act all mighty? You think we are scared? Of what? Of a guy with a fucking spoon? Think again, moron! We don’t fear you.” Lumpy shouts and takes a step closer. I mirror him and take a step closer to them too. A wide grin spreads across

I said while he nodded "I know, I'm actually very good at many things" "yeah yeah, I can see that" There he goes being egoistic "You don't want?" he asked giving me back the same spoon, I panicked as our hands brushed against each other, collecting the spoon, is this only happening to me, he doesn't seem to even have a single thought in his head, as he ran his hands through his hair, pushing his hair backward, I couldn't resist the temptation despite my mind telling me not to use the spoon again, I scoped and took a bite, isn't this considered indirect kiss!

‘I’m hungry too. He smiled in relief. ‘That’s a good sign.’ ‘Why is it a good sign?’ ‘A depressed spirit can’t feel an empty stomach.’ He cradled my face and his left thumb stroked my cheekbone. ‘Let’s get some food.’ ‘I want to cuddle a little longer,’ I whispered, burying my face into that warm chest. He rested his chin on the top of my head and murmured, ‘Alright.’ ‘Rum.’ ‘Mmm?’

"But... the magic cabinet holds a treasure." She pulled open a kitchen cupboard. Rows of instant ramen stood in neat, colorful ranks. "Spicy or chicken?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with hope. "Spicy," Gareth and I answered in perfect unison. We looked at each other, a brief, awkward silence falling between us before we both broke into quiet laughter. "Alright! Spicy special, coming right up!" Shannon reached for a pot, but Gareth stepped forward, already rolling up the sleeves of his hoodie to his elbows.

May 17, 2027 It has been three days since any food passed through his stomach, and two full weeks, give and take a few days after he came out of his dim, ominous room haphazardly converted into a makeshift laboratory. “Luke, are you there?” I made three knocks on the maple wood door, which’s appearance suggests that it has barely been opened over the past few months, certainly since the love of his life and my best friend, Mary Belkacem passed.

In the whole of Cougar Empire, she's the only one that has shown care and affection to Melanie and that's why she's the only one that Melanie has ever reacted to Melanie slowly crawled to where the bowl of soup lay and with both hands, she lifted the bowl and gulped down the whole content. She stretched the bowl back to her with her innocent hazel eyes, Udona was moved with emotion, she took the bowl from her as a tear rolled down her cheeks, she turned araway immediately and walked away.

Or at least one of them… “Duel!” Aaron shouted at me. I raised an eyebrow. “I want to duel!” He walked up to me and handed me a bowl of soup. “After you eat though.” I chuckled taking the bowl and eating quickly. Mm! So yummy! I can taste so many flavors. I have to learn to cook like this! “I want to duel too, Karen!” Arthur said walking over to us. “Two on one. I think you can totally do it.”

she replied, leaning back against the counter, still holding my gaze, her grin unwavering. We stayed there for a while, spooning bites of our chaotic creation between bursts of laughter, sitting close enough that the occasional brush of our arms sent small sparks of comfort through me. The kitchen smelled oddly sweet, oddly savory, a mix of eggs, toasted bread, and something unidentifiably strange that somehow made my stomach rumble in anticipation. I realized I hadn’t noticed the time passing at all. There had been no pressure, no judgment, no complicated plans or dangerous secrets—just us, the floor beneath us, and the absurdity we had made together.