Tackle Hugs Novels & Stories

"That's it-keep at it, lass. But don't just hit left and right. I know that you're going to do that" I lift my knee to kick him in the groin, but he slaps my leg away. My thigh stings and throbs under the light tap of his palm. With a frustrated and impatient growl, I sprint towards him. He barely budges as I wrap my arms around his waist and drive my shoulder into his hip. "Aiden taught you how to tackle," He muses and folds his hands around my thighs, "But he didn't teach you how to knock someone three times your size off his feet, huh?"

The sensation of his touch after days of absence felt like a familiar melody playing in the background of my life. His embrace spoke volumes, conveying a longing that matched mine. In that moment, words seemed insufficient, and actions became the language of our unspoken connection. I hugged him back, feeling the strength in his arms and the sincerity in his embrace. It was a hug that held the weight of missed moments and unspoken conversations.

Another girl wrapped herself tightly in a fleece blanket beside the bonfire while loudly announcing to her friends, “I am way too pretty for frostbite.” Takoda watched me adjust the beanie over my ears. The sudden softness in his expression hit so fast it caught me completely off guard. It wasn't lust, and it wasn't raw tension, but genuine affection. The realization stole the breath right out of my lungs for half a second. Reeves pointed a dramatic finger at the crowd, backing up. “Alright! No tackling unless it’s funny.” I shifted my weight on the sand. “That feels highly illegal.” “Probably,” Mason answered beside Harmony, flashing a grin before the whistle blew.

Tonight, we just stood there staring. Determined to break the ice and make things look normal, I stepped forward and reached out my right hand, angling my palm up for a standard, easy dap-up. Just a quick palm smack, a thumb tuck, and out. But Liam misread it. He stepped in at the exact same time, his broad shoulder dipping as he leaned in for a quick hug instead.

he asked and pulled out his phone. " take that shit out of my face " I playfully hit his arm. " I'm sorry for everything I said " Miles cried out and hugged me. " it okay " I patted his back. " hey, you guys hug without calling me " Kelly said as he came to join the hug. " guys, I'm dying " I said trying to disengaged from the hug. " oh, we are sorry " they both apologised as they disengaged in the hug.

But, what I do want, is a hug, I hope you don't mind, that I'm hugging you, during the night. Jack laughed at those words. And he said, in a mischievous tone. —For me, you can do whatever you want to me, the only thing I ask is that, if you are going to do something indecent to me, be prepared, for the consequences. —Don't worry, I won't do anything indecent to you. A hug is not considered indecent, is it? The man, laughing out loud, replied. —In some cultures, touching is already indecent. Amanda looked at him and frowned as she said. —You're saying that I'm indecent, with my brother, with my friends, with everyone. Do you know that I hug everyone?

He released Derek, who slumped back onto the floor with a groan and crossed the room in two strides. He didn’t hesitate, just wrapped his arms around me in a hug so tight it almost squeezed the air back out of me. It was warm, solid and it was real. After a tense second, I hugged him back. It was automatic and then I pushed back, holding him at arm’s length. “Jacob. What the actual fuck happened here?”

From what I knew, he was an okay guy, but that didn’t mean shit right now. Atalanta softly spoke, ignoring us both, “maybe another time? Hugging is kind of new to me.” “What do you mean?” Alpha Tharon asked. “New to you how?” Atalanta smiled, “well, Beta Suzie was the first one to hug me this year. Since then I’ve gotten more hugs than I can count from these two and from some other people, but it’s not something that comes really naturally to me.” “Nobody ever hugged you before?” he whispered it almost, as he stood there staring ahead with his eyes wide.

I slowly walk over to Jason and give him a sideways hug. "You call that a hug sweety?!!" I hear Jared laughing and mocking me, " Squeeze the life out of that motherf.. - I mean Jason…". I look over to Jason again , and I see him with arms stretched out. I jump on him like I did Jared , but this hug - it felt different. Jared hug was bubbly , giggly and playful - Jason's hug was intimate , filled with love and passion. It felt as if it had been hours that he had been hugging but honestly it was merely seconds.

“Ahhh, Alora.” A voice comes from my side and then I’m dive bombed by an enthusiastic male who footballer style wrestles me into a hug before I’m hit from behind by another. Equal stealth and strength and I almost fall over with the weight of two heavy boys hugging the life out of me. Unable to breathe and not sure if this is an attack, I crumple almost to my knees.