Tackle Hugs Novels & Stories

He just stood there quietly, that silence always soothed me. Then he said, “Can I at least get a hug?” I blinked. The words were simple and casual, something that could be said innocently between friends or pals. But they crashed into me differently. I didn’t know why… A hug shouldn’t be a big deal. I had hugged wolves before, shared physical contact with soldiers, coworkers and even strangers who liked physical contact. I should have been used to it… it was not supposed to be a big deal. But Damon asking for a hug, especially after this?

Just a tight hug to feel safe. ____ A. Gupta

The other guys couldn't compete with Mac Vu, and in less than two minutes he had toppled them all. - Useless bunch. The oligarch began to take action on his own, and finally someone who knew how to fight made Mac Vu even more aggressive, but he could not escape anything, not even six moves the other guy was defeated. A kick that used sixty percent of Mac Vu's strength sent the oligarch flying several meters away, fortunately there was a pier to hold it or else it would have fallen into the sea, not even the body could hold it. At first glance, the other group of people all had their heads cut off, and the heavier ones were lying on their own blood-stained areas.

He went completely stiff. "Physical contact is. Difficult for me. I don't. This is uncomfortable." I didn't let go. Just squeezed a little tighter. "I know. But I missed you. And I needed one." His hand came up. Patted my back. Once. Twice. Mechanical. Awkward. "There. Hug completed. Emotional support provided. Can we. Stop now?" I laughed. Pulled back. "Yes. Hug completed." He relaxed immediately. Straightened his clipboard. "Good. Hugs are uncomfortable. But you looked like you needed it. So I. Tolerated."

I didn’t want to start off the day with us arguing. Henry paused for a moment, his expression softening. He stepped forward and enveloped me in a hug. My heart raced as I nestled my head against his chest, the scent of his cologne enveloping me. I could almost swear that he took in a deep breath, his touch sending shivers down my spine. But just as quickly as he embraced me, he pulled away, his demeanor shifting abruptly.

He opens his arms, "Come here and let's cuddle." I crawled my way closer to Hugo and snuggled myself against his chest. His shirt smelled good and his cologne smelled good too. I placed my hand over his chest while I draw little scribbles using my finger against his shirt. He pulled me in closer to him while he covered us with the thick comforter. We held around arms around each other as I feel his hand rubbing my waist. "Hugo?" I pulled my head up to him and he was opening his eyes again.

He didn't deserve any of it. Ignoring the awkwardness of the situation, I scooted closer and wrapped him in a hug. It wasn't a romantic gesture, but a simple act of comfort, a way to show him he wasn't alone. He stiffened for a moment, surprised by the sudden contact, but then slowly melted into my embrace.

Getting in the position I lay on my back and knock off twenty sit-ups in one go, then I hold the position, my hands clenched behind my head as I try to catch my breath. My stomach clenches as I spy the male in question as he hugs Rachel and Tiana, kissing their cheeks, he high fived the guys patting them on their back as they talk to him about the progression of their training, their challenges, he listens to them one after the other, making suggestions and offering encouragement, even Oliver is over there, the traitor. My fingers clench to a painful point when Rhea jumps on him and kissed his cheek. What is up with these people? Do they not understand the concept of boundaries?

“Can I hug you?” My laugh came out half a sob. “You tackled me out of the path of an angry elder last month,” I reminded him. “I think we’re past asking permission to hug.” “That was tactical,” he muttered. “This is…” He didn’t finish. He didn’t need to. “Yes,” I said. “Please.” His arms came around me carefully, like he was still half‑afraid I’d change my mind and vanish. I stepped into him, wrapping mine around his waist, cheek pressed to his chest.