2nd Person Snuggle with a Wolf
a role play kind of piece i think? it's you being cuddled by your big wolf boyfriend, k? so get comfy, I demand it
you can decide whatever species, gender, or body-type the one cuddling you is. Whatever helps you imagine the scenario better.
Your eyes creak open, just a smidge. You're in your bed, the sun is creeping into your room, it's morning. Whatever you're laying on is really, really soft. In your state of sleepiness, you realize it's just fur. Lucky old you got to snuggle up with your boyfriend, an anthro wolf named Connor. Yes, there it is, it's all coming back to you now. The temperate, lovely days spent in wonderful company, and just as many nights spent like this, how you were now. Weighted, insulating bedsheets cover you both, making your combined body heat even warmer and more pleasant. He smells good. He feels good. He certainly looks good.
With your ear against his chest, you can make out the ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum of his heartbeat. It sounds strong and powerful. Which makes sense, he's a pretty built guy after all. His chest rises and falls, a rhythm that almost puts you back to sleep.
You feel a paw on the back of your head. "Hey sleepy-head," he says. God, that voice. You feel goosebumps on your arms. Somehow it sounds even better when he's tired. Maybe it's partly vulnerability, maybe it's because it gets a tiny bit deeper, either way, it doesn't necessarily matter. You nuzzle his chest, trying to get closer even though he's literally holding you in his arms. He reciprocates by squeezing you tighter. You both hum contentedly.
"Are we staying in bed this morning?" He asks, his muzzle against your ear.
You just smile and nod: "Mhmm."
"Okay," he whispers, and you feel a peck on your forehead. Without even meaning to, he comes off as so reassuring and comforting. He makes you feel safe and protected.
He begins to gently stroke your head, and it's enough to immediately make your eyelids heavy. You didn't think you were going to drift off again so quickly but... everything is perfect. Your boyfriend is so comfy to lay on. He's so warm and fuzzy and nice and...
Your sight fades to black, your consciousness in a pendulum, until finally, with hearty euphoria in your tummy, you fall asleep in his arms once more.
Not gonna lie boys, I think i've come down with the cuddle fever. It's all I can fucking think about. Not even sex, just cuddles. I guess this means i'm officially down bad.
As much as this is for me, it's also for you. I hope it made you feel comfy, por ejemplo. I'll never get enough of the lovey-dovey stuff, so more of this kind of stuff is def on the way. K?
Yeah rite, YOU:RE DONE CAPS LOCK