Tackle Hugs Novels & Stories

“Don't you want to join your friends and me in bed?" Hazel pulled her arm back. She's so tempted to retort as sharply as she can but she didn't for she feared he'll recognize her voice. “Oh, so you're playing hard to get, huh?" He chuckled. “Let me convince you then.” She should've known it would happen. It's becoming a habit already, though the guy's unaware of who she was. As her back hit the wall, she quickly turned her head to the side. His lips landed on her cheek instead. He chuckled at this, the tip of his nose brushing along her cheek. Hazel on the other hand, kept her arms tightly to her chest, hugging her bag to keep him off.

He gives her a dap and a bro-hug. "It just keeps getting weirder and weirder." I think. He's shirtless, in nothing but grey camo knickers, the white waistband of his underwear peeking through to say hello. Amanda doesn't even flinch, she returns the hug as if she hugs sweaty boys for a living. Then finally, it's my turn.

I thoughtlessly asked as we grabbed each other in a casual hug. I breathed deeply as I felt my hands slide around his t-shirt and over his back. One arm over, one arm under. The hug was about three full seconds, reasonably long for a ‘straight’ guy-to-guy hug. It felt much longer though. My hands lingered as my fingertips lightly slid over his right shoulder blade while my left hand rested on his lower back, subtly pulling his hips closer to mine.

she says. “Charlie, it’s touch football. No tackling. All you have to do is not get touched.” I pull off my sweater and as I’m grabbing my t-shirt Charlie whisper yells, “What is that?!” while pointing to my shoulder. I try to look but can’t see anything, “What is what?” “This!” She says and pokes my shoulder, “Ouch! Charlie I can’t see there!” She pulls out her phone and takes a picture. When she turns it to me, my eyes widen and my cheeks turn red when I see the giant reddish purple hickey.

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."

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?

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 said as he stepped closer until we were almost touching. "Thank you," I whispered, my eyes dropping for just a moment. Then, almost hesitantly, Liam asked, "Won't you receive a good luck hug before leaving?" I looked at him, clearly puzzled. "A good luck hug. I saw some young people do it, and they said it was fun. They believe that the person who receives the hug ends up having a successful day. I’m not sure if that is really true, but I thought it might work for you," he explained, looking directly into my eyes.

Can he smell my sweat? My questions all paused and I was taken aback when suddenly he just tackled me in a tight hug, protectively grabbing my head and placing it in the crook of his neck, and his other hand circled around my waist in a tight embrace. I brought my arms around his neck hugging him back, as I greedily inhaled in all his scent as my eyes started to tear up in happiness. This was surreal. "Why are you crying, my beautiful mate?" I almost fainted at his light yet deep voice wiping my tears. He asked me with so much love and adoration in his eyes making me tear up again.

"If you aren't a hugger, you'll most definitely be a kisser. So you may now kiss your groom." I could have sworn I heard the smirk in his voice. I let out a breath sharply through my flaring nostrils and without rethinking, I stepped forward and pulled Mr. Asshole in for a hug. The scent of his cologne -tobacco and vanilla- filled my nose and I found myself unconsciously taking in deep breaths. Just because I liked the smell of his cologne didn't mean I didn't still feel like bashing his face open with a pickaxe.