Knuckles Stuffed Animal Novels & Stories

So, I pull myself out of bed—wearing my standard bedtime uniform of cotton PJ bottoms and a t-shirt—and cross to my second closet, the one that would have been occupied with my spouse’s belongings had I any interest in such a ridiculous notion. I walk into the enormous walk-in closet and find myself confronted by my somewhat insanely large collection of stuffed creatures. Mutant-sized Easter Bunnies. Turtles (Teenage Mutant Ninja and otherwise). Bears of various sizes, including Teddy Ruxpin and his aggravating asinine associates. Unicorns and other fairytale critters. Basically, if you have seen it in the bin of random stuffed animals at CVS, I have it. Why would I—a heartless, professional

he declared, beaming. As the afternoon unfolded, the living room transformed into a magical realm. Teddy and Bunny, along with a cast of other stuffed friends, embarked on fantastical adventures. They sailed across the rug-turned-ocean in a cardboard box, battled fearsome dragons (represented by a crumpled sock), and rescued a damsel in distress (a particularly forlorn-looking stuffed cat).

He comes to me and crouches down, putting the kit on the floor. He opens the kit and brings out a bandage from it. He separates it, staring at the bandage with amusement in his eyes, probably because of its pink color and white teddy patterns on it. I like them quite a lot, that is why I still have a collection of stuffed animals in my cupboard.

Thick leather cuffs hung from hooks, some with chains attached. A whole section of metal handcuffs in different sizes, some padded, some not. Nipple clamps—silver ones with little bells, black rubber-tipped ones, even ones with adjustable screws—laid out neatly on velvet trays. Rows of dildos stood upright like soldiers: realistic ones with thick veins, monster-sized ones that made my stomach flip, curved ones clearly made to hit deep inside. Vibrators of every shape—bullet ones, wand ones, rabbit ones with the little clit stimulators.

Video filled the screen. There was Sal—my husband, the Consigliere—bursting from the bathroom, naked, lunging straight for that filthy teddy bear. He tackled it onto the silk sheets, hands groping, face twisted in a bliss that made my stomach turn. The Chamber erupted. "What the hell… the Consigliere, secretly doing that with a stuffed animal?" "Sick. Disgusting. He has a wife right there!" "Humiliating her like this… what kind of man…"

“Open that. Bring me the tools inside.” Knox was the first to move, crossing the room with a predator’s grace and flipping the heavy lid open. His breath hitched slightly as he looked inside. He pulled out a few items, his hands surprisingly steady as he brought them over: a set of leather cuffs lined with soft fur, a sleek, black silicone flogger, and a few sleek, metal… things I couldn’t name but dearly wanted to try. The sight of them in his hands sent a jolt of pure, undiluted heat straight to my core. Oh, yes.

Inside a stuffed wolf. Dark grey. Button eyes. A specific kind ..... the weighted ones, the ones with the velvet ears, the ones that hold their shape when you squeeze them. I know this wolf. I know exactly this wolf. I know the model number and the shop that sells them and the week, three weeks ago, when it appeared at my door inside a plain bag with no note from a man on the third floor who noticed my son had a favourite toy and brought a spare without being asked. I look at Mrs. Yun.

I swallowed a few times when I saw the four-way cuff set. This thing will connect the cuff to the wrist and ankle. The set comes with four separate cuffs with metal clips that can fasten around wrists or ankles and one central connector. My hand will just stay behind me because I can’t move it, and will just stay on my knees because it’s needed. The cuff doesn't hurt when I look at it because it's fabric. I was still searching and wanted to hide when I saw the collar with the leash and the last thing I took was the nipple clamps.

The nursery was silent except for Eleanor's soft breathing. The gentle rise and fall of her chest, the tiny whispers of air through her parted lips. I sat in the rocking chair, holding her against my chest, the locket warm between us. The wood creaked softly with each movement, a rhythm I had come to know in the dark hours of too many nights. The new stuffed rabbit sat on the dresser. Brown. Floppy ears. A small tag sewn into its paw with a name I did not recognize. Clara. Patricia's sister had left it. A gift. A message. A promise. I could not stop looking at it.

When the guy handed over the fairly good sized Panda I crushed it to my chest with a grin. "Lets go find something you aren't secretly good at." With my new stuffed animal in my arms I brushed past Knox, purposely trailing my hand up his arm and leaning in more than necessary. "I'm good at everything babe." With a smirk I continued on past him towards another booth we had yet to go to. I let myself take a quick peek over my shoulder and saw Knox still standing there staring after me. He had an almost stunned look on his face that made me stifle a giggle. The fact that I got a reaction out of him was enough for me.