Big Spoon Cuddling Novels & Stories

"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.

She then pinned a first-place ribbon on the left chest of her husband and a third-place one on hers. “See? Being second is not always bad, right honey?” she told her daughter with a gentle smile. “Does it not mean that you are actually one of the best?” The milk was already boiling as I was lost in thought of those memories. I then walked to my room with my left hand occupied by the plate containing the glasses of milk. My right hand busied itself with the task of opening the door to my room. As I opened the door, what I saw was not a child playing with my phone, but one who is crying. I put the glasses on the table next to my bed and approached her, hugged her by the head with another arm s

Ada Wood holds a big spoon and reaches out to get the bowl to help him serve the soup. Her outstretched hand, did not touch Viola Turner's bowl, was suddenly stopped bb Aaron, "I want to drink soup." However, Ada Wood takes Aaron's bowl and scoops him a large bowl of soup. She puts it in front of him. Then he picks up chopsticks and puts the dishes for Viola Turner. However, he is stopped by the bowl that stretches over. "I'm going to eat this, and this, this, you get it for me." Aaron casually pointed to a few dishes on the table and looked at Viola Turner .

Her subtle smile, delicately curved on her lips, projected a silent message - an unspoken attempt to bring solace and appeasement to my restless thoughts. The room seemed to transform into a sanctuary of warmth and tranquility only for a second. Scarlett's tender presence, coupled with the enticing aroma wafting in the air, swirled harmoniously, creating a captivating ambience that enveloped my senses. It was a tranquil haven where worries momentarily ceased to exist, overshadowed by the comforting presence of nourishment and genuine care. “Have something first.” She insisted, holding the bowl between her plans. The anxiousness in me grew. “He’s with Papa. Do you need me to call him?” She ra

The fondue pot was filled and bubbling, surrounded by trays of thinly sliced meats, vegetables, and dipping sauces. By the time Archer and Aria returned in loungewear, the little boy in Aaron’s arms had fully woken up and was sipping coconut water with wide, curious eyes, watching the couple descend the stairs like it was a show.

A short, clipped vocalization aimed at me with the unmistakable tone of a demand. Then she holds out the spoon. Not drops it. Not throws it. Holds it out. Arm extended, spoon wobbling in her grip, aimed in my direction. Her expression is dead serious. The face of a tiny negotiator presenting terms. I take it. Her fingers release. Mine close. The spoon is warm from her grip, lightweight, carved from pale wood with visible tool marks. Silas made this. I can tell from the slight unevenness of the handle, the practical shape, the absence of decoration. Form without performance.

Me: “Well, since I’m such a kind sweetheart, as thanks for doing my laundry… you can have a free cuddle tonight.” His head whipped toward me so fast I thought his glasses would fly off. Aaron: “What?” I shrugged casually. Me: “Remember that part where the ghost grabbed the guy’s leg from under the bed? Who knows—she might be under ours. Only way to escape is to be united. And to be united, we have to cuddle. But hey, if you’re not scared of a ghost grabbing your leg…” I started to turn away. Aaron: “Wait, wait, wait.”

She said while trying to grab another spoon from the plate. But before she could touch it, her hand was grabbed by Rush as he replied, "Don't you think it will become a tangling mess of fingers if all of we tried to eat on our own from just one plate?" She scrunched her eyes angrily at his stupid logic. Whatever. She was getting out of there as soon as she finishes breakfast anyway. They fed her one by one with a spoon while eating from the same spoon. Instead of feeling yucky, she felt loved. She had seen people doing that to their loved ones but this was the first time when someone was taking care of her. No one had ever shown this kind of attachment to her.

“We’re making spaghetti, I need these tomatoes boiled and peeled, we are making everything from scratch.” We chat, learn, and sometimes let out a few jokes. The recipe is easy to follow but having the basics is not enough when you never made it before. The counter is dusted with flowers, utensils are being washed, and in the middle of the breakfast table sits a beautiful bowl filled to the brim with hot pasta. The cupcakes are inside the oven. “What smells so food in here?” Buddy is a creature of habit and society. Now every night when he walks through the front door she is the first to welcome him home. She seems to accept him without any issues around me and he may want to hide it but I se

Dmitri nodded then and looked towards me before he smiled and walked over, taking me from Sylar as he purred to me. "Toma~" He purred softly and then held the spoon up to me, rubbing under my chin with his hand as he held me. I let out a pleased moan from the rubbing and closed my eyes. That's it, right there~ I felt the spoon slip into my mouth then as he took advantage of me lowering my defenses. "There we go," he purred and kissed the top of my head as I felt something sweet hit my tongue. I widened my eyes and started to lick the spoon clean, going crazy over the sweetness. I spit the spoon out when I got all the honey off then looked around for more. Where's the rest? I looked towards t