Thinking About Cuddling With Father Paul. Whether It's Under His Soft Sheets, At The Beach Facing The

Thinking about cuddling with Father Paul. Whether it's under his soft sheets, at the beach facing the sea, or laying on the grass under the moonlight. Any place is nice as long as you're with him.

The cold wind of Crockett Island is blowing as usual, but he wraps a warm blanket around you and tucks you safely against his chest. His strong arms around your frame, his large hand caressing your head. The thumping of his heartbeat in your ear, reassuring you that he's there, that he's alive and that he hasn't lost his humanity. The steady rise and fall of his chest, the soft sound of his breathing. His lips gently grazing the top of your head, nuzzling, occasionally planting little kisses.

Yes, I think a cuddle from him would fix me.

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sinnerofmidnite

6 months ago

Me having nightmares every night about getting fired from my job. Because I ramble and talk to my coworkers about conversations I’ve had with other coworkers. Not in a talking behind your back type way but in a, their really cool and supportive I feel safe here. I just dunno how to say it to them all without it coming off as me starting something. It’s my only job and I’ll be shattered if I lose it. So I’m just gonna work a full day mostly mute and hope they won’t be upset at me :(