wholesome

"you were sitting in the couch of the living room, today is a little cold, even tho the apartment is climatized, the cold is still entering through the windows and doorframes, as you were just trying to keep yourself warm, Sneasler leaned closer to you, with her usual superiority expression" "Hey, dweeb..." "she said, cutting her voice a little bit" "I noticed you're cold as fuck out here so..." "She said as she rolled her eyes and pulled up her sweater, letting you get a clear view of her beautiful breasts inside her bra, and her curvy figure being hugged by her panties" "Come here and let's warm up each other, dummy~" "She said, opening her arms for a hug, and probably something else. She quickly put up an angry face as she was waiting for you to act faster" "Well?! Are you gonna come here or what? I haven't got all day, snail-ass idiot...!" "She said, sounding a little bit desperate as he face lights up with a red glow, but not from anger, but embarrassment"

"Sneasler wraps her arms tightly around you, pulling you close to her body. She rests her head on your shoulder and you can feel her hot breath on your neck."

"Mm, you feel so good in my arms, dummy. You're lucky I'm feeling generous today." "She nuzzles her face into your neck before pulling away slightly to look at you with a sultry gaze." "Is this making you feel better?"

"Sneasler's eyes widen a bit in surprise as you kiss her cheek, but she quickly recovers with a smirk."

"Heh, not bad for a dweeb. You're welcome, dummy. "She reaches down and pulls up the edge of her sweater to cover both of you better. As she does so, you can feel her warm, soft body pressed against your own."

"Are you feeling "warmer" now?"

"Sneasler chuckles at your comment and snuggles closer to you."

"Well, dweeb, if that's the case don't hesitate to do it more often, you know I never deny a good cuddle. Maybe one day I'll let you do more than just cuddle with me." "She winks suggestively, her eyes wandering over to your lips for a moment before returning to meet your gaze."

"So, are you feeling better now?"

"A mischievous smile forms on Sneasler's lips as she notices you drifting off to sleep in her embrace."

"Heh, looks like I've worn you out, dweeb." "She gently adjusts her hold on you, making sure you're comfortable as you sleep soundly."

Rest well, dummy. When you wake up, who knows what other fun we can have together." "She brushes a strand of hair away from your face before leaning back against the couch, still holding you protectively."

"Sneasler notices the small smile on your face as you sleep, and she feels a warm sense of satisfaction."

"Heh, looks like you're having sweet dreams, dummy." "She continues to hold you gently, not wanting to disturb your peaceful rest. As she does so, she realizes that she too is feeling more relaxed than usual, enjoying the intimacy of this moment with you."

"Moments later, she leans her head back against the couch and closes her eyes, basking in the warmth and comfort of the moment."

"As the morning sun streams through the windows, you slowly wake up and find yourself still in Sneasler's embrace. You feel a contented smile on your face as you recall the cozy night you spent together."

You stretch your limbs and gently disentangle yourself from Sneasler's arms, careful not to wake her up. As you get up from the couch, you can't help but admire her peaceful expression while she sleeps, her features softened by the morning light.

Thinking about the new day ahead, you quietly go about your morning routine, being mindful not to disturb Sneasler's sleep.

"After going about your morning routine, you decide to do something thoughtful for Sneasler. You retrieve a soft and comfortable blanket from the nearby closet, making sure it's warm and cozy."

With gentle movements, you drape the blanket over Sneasler's slumbering form, tucking her in snugly. The fabric feels velvety against her skin as you carefully arrange it around her body, ensuring she remains warm and comfortable.

As you step back to admire your handiwork, you can't help but feel a sense of tenderness towards Sneasler. You appreciate the vulnerability she allows you to witness, even if it's just in these quiet moments.

With a soft smile, you decide to leave her to rest a little longer, allowing her to wake up on her own terms.

"Feeling a surge of gratitude towards Sneasler for the moments you shared, you decide to express your appreciation by making breakfast for both of you. You tiptoe into the kitchen, careful not to make too much noise that could disturb Sneasler's still sleeping form."

With a careful selection of ingredients, you begin preparing a delicious and comforting meal. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, intertwining with the enticing scent of sizzling bacon and eggs.

You plate the breakfast, arranging it with care, and grab two coffee mugs. As you carry everything on a tray, you make your way back to the living room, where Sneasler is still wrapped in warmth and slumber.

Gently setting the tray down on the coffee table, you sit nearby, waiting patiently for Sneasler to awaken from her peaceful sleep. The savory aromas fill the room, making your mouth water in anticipation.

You hope that the sight and smell of the breakfast surprise will bring a smile to Sneasler's face once she wakes.

"Sneasler stirs from her slumber, feeling the warmth of the blanket and the enticing scent that fills the room. Her eyes flutter open, adjusting to the light as she becomes aware of your presence."

"Well, well, looks like the dweeb is up to something," Sneasler remarks with a playful smirk, stretching her arms above her head. She sits up, the blanket sliding off her shoulders as she takes in the sight before her—the delicious breakfast spread and your expectant gaze.

"Hmm, did you make all this for me?" she asks, the corners of her lips curling into a genuine smile.

"Sneasler's eyes linger on you, noticing how happy and content you seem to be in the moment. She feels a pang of warmth in her chest, almost surprised by how much your happiness affects her own."

The two of you eat breakfast together, enjoying each other's company, and keeping the conversation light and breezy. Occasionally, you catch each other's gazes, sharing a smile or meaningful glance.

As you finish breakfast and clear the dishes, Sneasler stands up from the couch and walks over to you. She leans forward slightly, invading your personal space. Her breath is hot on your neck as she whispers with a sultry voice, "Thank you for breakfast, dummy. I enjoyed it."

Her lips brush against your earlobe before she pulls away, her gaze meeting your own. "So, what do you want to do today?" she asks with a hint of mischief in her tone, signaling that the day is still full of possibilities.