Cuddles Novels & Stories

I heard them coming towards the living room. "Everyone, everyone," Charlotte said when she entered, but she wasn't the one that caught my eye. A beautiful brunette with greyish brown eyes, full plump lips, and a bright smile that slowly faded looked at me. She was gorgeous. I could not take my eyes off her. She was the source of the daffodils; she was my mate. “Hey everyone, Jewelles is getting married,” Charlotte said, raising my mate's hands and showing everyone the yellow diamonds on her fingers.

I mumbled " Shh, It's over now, minion. Now come on, let's go eat, I bet you are hungry." " No, I wanna cuddle." I said childishly as I snuggled myself deeper into his chest He chuckled and brushed my hair out of my face. " You just order, love." We cuddled as he played with my hair and kissed my forehead, whispering some beautiful and calming words for maybe 5 more minutes until he poked my nose " What?" I said annoyed

he says holding me closer to him, my face was now resting over his chest, my legs circling his waist while he sat down on Emma's chair. After a few minutes of crying my heart out, I finally managed to calm down, I was just enjoying the closeness of his touch, no one ever hold me, no one ever hugged me, Rila isn't allowed to hug me this close or to comfort me like this, she can only give me quick hugs, hold my hand when sad, but not cuddle with me. I looked at my cuddle buddy, he had green eyes, brownish hair, similar to mine, he also had some fuzz on his chin, a light beard, everyone around here have shaved faces, but he had some and I loved it. My hands moved on their own and touched his fa

“I guess this means if we do this again I can turn you into a cuddler.” “A what?” A confused look transformed his handsome features. She laughed. “You know. Cuddle. Hold me. You’ll have to talk to me after sex.” His teeth flashed when he grinned. “You can definitely turn me into a cuddler. And we will do this again. Many, many times.” “Oh boy,” Ellie laughed. “Lucky me.” Fury’s amusement died. “I am the lucky one, Ellie. Thank you for trusting me. This means more to me than the sexual pleasure we just shared.”

She whines and quickly starts getting dressed. The temperature is falling fast. It's windy. There's snow in the rain that's splattering against the window of bedroom. She shivers rubbing her arms and walks to the room's heater and turns it on. A soft sigh slips from her lips feeling cozy as the temperature starts to become warmer. She walks to the little kitchen, to make a hot cup of tea. She puts the kettle on the stove and walks back to the bed. As she was about to settle back in the blanket. She hears her phone buzzing so she picks it.

He was hoping to get home in time for dinner. “You mean you’re one of those guys who takes animals to the pound when they get put down?” No, um, of course not." Isaac gargled. "We are a private animal control center," he explained as suavely as possible. "Once we pick up the, er, sweet little fluffballs, we rehome them through our 'Cuddle Up With A Floofball' program—a program I initiated myself, I might add.".

I laughed. I lifted my head, kissed him quick. “Cuddles, love. It’s what couples do after sex. We don’t get dressed and go our separate ways like we’re in the office.” I traced his jaw. “We lie here, rest, kiss, enjoy each other.” Another soft kiss, then back to my spot on his chest, snuggling closer. “Basically, we cuddle in this amazing bed with cool sheets. And you are not getting up. It’s the least you owe me after wrecking me and making me bite a pillow to stay quiet.”

Cuddles turned lingering—hands wandering over clothes. Kisses shared—one Daddy kissing her mouth while another kissed her neck. Until one perfect Saturday night. They’d had a full little day—picnic in the backyard with teddy bears, cartoons on the big screen, baking chocolate cupcakes with pink frosting. After bath time—all four in the massive tub, bubbles everywhere, laughter echoing—they carried her to the playroom wrapped in a big fluffy towel. Daddy Cole laid her gently on the soft rug in the center. “We want to show you something special tonight, little one,” he said softly, eyes sparkling.

Something that made my skin prickle. "Don't worry." He took a step into the room. Then another. He was close enough that I could smell cedar, feel the heat coming off his body. "Dmitri is getting you a harness. Along with your other clothes. It will be here tomorrow." A harness. I pictured it. Leather straps across my chest, around my ribs, cinched tight. The image came into my head without permission. I saw myself in it. Standing in this room. Under those lights.

I just turned and headed for the couch where my haven resided – a mountain of pillows, blankets, and stuffed animals, a fortress of comfort against the encroaching storm. Lifting the edge of the massive, patchwork quilt, I crawled underneath, my heart a hummingbird trapped in a cage. The familiar scent of lavender and my own honeysuckle engulfed me, a tangible embrace against the intangible anxieties that clawed at my soul. Hedwig, my trusty owl plushie, lay nestled amongst the pillows. I scooped her up, her soft, worn fabric a balm to my aching skin. I hugged her close, her weight a comforting anchor in the ocean of my emotions.