Little Spoon Cuddle Novels & Stories

"Bacon makes everything better" We stay in our apartment for the rest of the day, wanting to take it easy, so we cuddle up under a blanket on the sofa, Chilli rests her head on my chest, rising and falling with each breath I take. My arm draped over her, the tips of my fingers gently caressing the smooth skin of her arm. Just this simple action sends smoothing waves of love through my system like a drug, my mind and heart swimming in it. We snuggle deeper into eachother and the sofa, not worrying or thinking about the day we've had or whats to come starting tomorrow.

CARLY WOODS POV "Oh, come on I can't swallow another spoon of anything, I'm already stuffed up," I whine with a pout lowering my spoon in the wooded tray, stretching out my arms and body in an awkward position until I heard a few cracks. Hmm, that felt so good.

Just like a friend. "Can we use this?" Sky brought a large empty box out of his room. He was covered with sweat and his long messy hair makes him look so vulnerable yet alluring. Looking at the state of Sky, Kole was mesmerized. He wanted to look away but there was a magnet pulling him to stare at the imagery, gulping, he slowly without noticing, walks to where Sky was standing. ~~~ Mibu_Mibu Mini-Story! Once upon a time, Daddy plate, Mommy bowl, and their children fork, spoon and mug went to a hot spring to chill. It was their first time going to the hot spring. They were so happy and excited to dip, they felt so good and relaxed.

“Yes, I will.” We both walked to the table, and I sat on the chair in front of it. She opened the first bowl and the aroma of the white soup in it filled my nostrils. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, I couldn’t wait to devour it. My stomach made another grumble when she opened the second plate, and I saw vegetables, fully and beautifully decorated with tomatoes. Next to the plates was a jar of milk. “I hope you enjoy your food, Luna,” Nellie uttered and moved back. I reached for the spoon almost immediately and scooped some soup. I moved it to my mouth and when it touched my lips, I paused. I remembered what happened last night, and I looked at Nellie. She raised her brows after seeing w

Spaghetti sprinted to the fourth bowl, smacked into a chair leg, then finally stopped. I crouched, leaned my back against the cabinet, and watched them eat. The crunch of kibble between teeth worked on my nerves in a way nothing else had. Far more soothing than secret audit reports and Zane’s handwritten notes about risks and my full legal name. “Look at you,” I murmured. “Explosions outside, and all you care about is whether your crunchy bits are enough.” Spaghetti lifted his head for a second, stared at me with round eyes, then went back to his bowl. I stroked his back. His fur shifted under my palm.

"Lena focus on the love inside of you to lift the spoon" I decided to focus on the love, the growing love for Ethan; I used it as a source, then imagined the spoon moving in my head, and the spoon finally lifted and stood in the air.

His tiny fingers reached out, as if trying to touch the petals, and I smiled, knowing that his curiosity would forever fuel his thirst for knowledge and exploration. Meal times became moments of connection and discovery. I prepared nourishing meals, carefully selecting ingredients that would fuel his growing body and mind. As he sat in his high chair, his eyes widened with anticipation, eagerly awaiting each spoonful. I reveled in the messiness, the sticky fingers and smudged faces, cherishing these simple moments of shared delight.

"This is the emergency?" "Life or death, babe." He looked at both. "Cactus has character. Narwhal is whimsical." "Right? I can't decide." He picked up both. "We'll get both of them." She gasped. "You beautiful man." He bowed. "Your indecision is my command." Two carts later, they'd gathered: Three packs of organic bamboo diapers Five animal-shaped hooded towels A lullaby-singing bottle warmer A white noise machine that simulated the womb sound

Dell muttered surprising everyone, The whole place turned quiet as non one is saying anything anymore, everyone is lost deep in thought, just staring at each other and some even had a sad look on I decided to lighten the atmosphere “Guys! Guys the food is getting cold, let's take a picture with spoons in our hand at least we will have something to hold onto!” I said with a smile showing them my polaroid camera “Yesss” Everyone yelled happily and adjusted their position “Please pick your spoon and act like you're about to put a spoonful in your mouth!” “Isn't that childish?” Venom asked “No it's memorable” I smiled “One……two……three!” I counted and took the picture

A little spoon for a sweet little mouth. She beams up at me as I place the bowl in front of her, as though I’ve just bought her a show pony, not a cheap box of cereal. I pour the milk, asking her to say when. “When!” she giggles, and stirs the bowl with her spoon, watching the marshmallow stars drift around. They turn the milk pink.