#comfort fooood

[greensaplinggrace]

feral wolverine breakout scene from xmen apocalypse my most beloved

[cchexmex]

Jax and Kabal wip, floof

“Need to cover up...” Jax opened his eyes at the soft tone of Kabal’s voice. He watched him shuffle beside him, picking at the sheet that loosely covered their legs. Kabal cleared his throat, a scratchy sound that threatened a cough. He pulled up the sheet, hands balling a corner up as he chewed at his bottom lip, thinking.

“You cold?” Jax grabbed the other corner of the sheet, tugging it closer towards them. He sat up, Kabal tossing himself back onto the bed with small laugh as he moved closer to him. They had been closer, Jax set a hand on Kabal’s stomach and ran it up slowly, keeping his eyes on Kabal’s chest. Shallow breaths, up and down, sweat still laying in the dip of his collarbone.

“Not really...” Kabal responded after a moment, reaching up and setting his hand on top of Jax’s. “It’s just... I feel...” he stopped, shutting his eyes tightly and dropping his hand from Jax’s. He sighed, covering his eyes with his hand and finishing his sentence with a small shrug. “More comfortable, with something on...”

“Yeah... ok...” Rubbing his skin, gently, a light brush of his thumb against the swell of a pec, Jax nodded and smiled down at Kabal.

“Sorry...” the word came out with a small laugh, an apologetic grin springing onto Kabal’s face, making Jax huff.

“Baby... don’t give me a sorry, you can keep that...” He dipped down, watching that grin fall and easily be replaced by a small pout.

“Fine... I think I will...” Kabal lowered his voice, rising up slightly to meet Jax. A quick kiss between them, soft and warm. Jax breathed him in, the smell of him filling him up and he lightly sucked on Kabal’s lower lip. Head hot after a moment, he groaned and pulled away.

“Still wanna cover up?”

Kabal lifted up his head, eyes slowing blinking as he watched Jax move from the bed. He nodded once before laying his head down, grimacing as he reached back and tried to fluff up his pillow.

“Where’s your shit...”

“I think it’s all in the living room... at least my shirt is. And my jeans.”

Kabal mused with a light smirk, pulling up the sheet to his chest.

Jax grinned to himself, making his way to a broad dresser pushed into a corner of his room. “You want a sweatshirt?”

“Sure.” Watching him from the bed, Kabal picked at the quilt underneath him, keeping his eyes on the bulk of Jax’s shoulders. “If it’ll fit me.”

“Might be roomy...”

[askdusty]

ALREK

"I knew exactly what you needed upon seeing you, dear." Dust chuckles before removing the cover of the platter, giving room for steam to emit in wafted, rich plumes from the meal before Alrek.

It looks as simplistic as meals get, but beautifully prepared - a thick layer of mashed potatoes, creamy to the point of almost looking like crust with the flaky layers inside and a golden brown tinge along the edges and top. Beneath it is a layer of richly marinated meat, thickly chopped and glistening with sauce lyonnaise. Atop it all, a few sprigs of green - simple dried chives.

"Hachis Parmentier. As simple and comforting as it gets, yes? You don’t get much more ‘peasant food’ than this, really, potatoes and beef." A chuckle. "But you’d be hard pressed to find something heartier or warmer, especially in Skyrim, that still calls to home. And considering those scars you have now, I thought perhaps you could use a little something comforting."