(A fluff fic of anon cuddling with Big Macintosh. Cozy as intended. Read at your own risk.)
((You're not a real writer until you disappear for years at a time.))
 
>it's the middle of the winter
>nighttime
>you're waiting in your small but homey cottage on the edge of town
>you take another sip of your cocoa, fidgeting in your seat
>you were expecting him to come visit you, but it's getting late
>you finally hear a knock
>you quickly get up, opening the door with a rush of cold air
>the large red stallion is taking up most of your view
>he's soaked to the bone, bits of snow stuck in his fur
>his eyes immediately light up when he sees you despite the cold
>you wordlessly usher him in, starting to brush the snow off of him
>”Thanks...” he mumbles, shivering despite the warmth of your home
>you take off the light green hat and scarf he's wearing, also soaked
“Go get warmed up, I'll be with you in a sec”
>he nods gratefully, trotting over to the fireplace
>he quickly falls to his haunches in front of the hearth
>you can see him starting to thaw out as he inches closer and closer to the softly crackling fire
>you hang his clothing up by the door, swinging by the kitchen to grab another mug of cocoa
>you sit down next to him in front of the fire, offering him the mug
>he gratefully accepts, warmth spreading as he sips the hot drink
>you press close to him, but he fidgets at the contact
>”Ah'm still wet, don't ya want ta wait?”
>you pause
“No”
>you wrap your arm around his midsection, pulling him in close
>he lets out a short, breathy laugh as he presses into you
>”Ah'm glad~”
>he rests his head against your shoulder
>your clothes are starting to get wet too, but you don't mind
>you scooch closer to the fire, savoring the warmth
>Mac shivers again, still partially frozen despite the heat
>you tease him
“You poor thing~”
>he presses his hoof into your side, the cold feeling like a quick slap
>”Hush now, you~”
>you tighten your grip, pulling him in closer
“I'm glad you made it, though”
>he smiles, making your heart flutter in your chest
>”Ah am too~”
>he takes a long drag from his mug
>he's heating up bit by bit, finally
>you run your hand over his back
>he hums in approval, leaning forward to give you better access
>your fingers trace up and down him
>you press in into his back muscles, still a little impressed at how strong they felt in your hands
>he shifts his weight to his other side, eyes closed and calm
>you trail down his foreleg, rubbing and squeezing
>he's no longer shivering, and is finally mostly dry
>heat is starting to radiate off him again, not as warm as the fire but much more intimate
>you bring your hand to his chest, tracing your fingers through the fur
“Nice and warm...”
>he leans over, planting a small kiss on your cheek
>you gently hold his head in your hands
>you lean forward, kissing his muzzle
>his fur tickles your face as he kisses you back
>you stay like that for what feels like hours
>not wanting to let go
>he eventually pulls back, gesturing for you to switch places
>you nod, scooching in close to his chest as his foreleg wraps around you
>he holds his other hoof in front of the fire a minute, making sure it's nice and warm before pressing it against you
>it was much softer than you expected at first, even if it wasn't as soft as hands would be
>he rubs over your chest, hoof swirling small circles into you
>you immediately relax further
>you let out a small sigh, shifting your hips so your back is pressed up against his chest and belly
>he smiles again as he rests his head on top of yours
>his warm breath washes over your forehead, and you can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest as you press together
>his hoof rubs lower over your stomach
>he pushes in, gently massaging your abdomen
>you can feel him holding back his considerable strength while he touches you
>it's become secondhand to him at this point
>you reach up, running your fingers through his orange mane
>he holds you a little tighter, the heat of his body radiating through you
“Mm...my personal space heater stallion~”
>”Mhm...” he idly agrees, kissing the top of your head
>you let out a sleepy yawn, the coziness starting to get to you
>Mac tries to hold it back, but he can't help but follow up with a slow, deep yawn of his own
>”Sorry...ah'm pretty beat”
>you shake your head, holding on to his foreleg
“No no, I am too...”
>the fire has died down considerably, it's almost entirely embers now
>you hadn't realized how much time had passed since he got here
>you try leaning forward to get up, but immediately fall back into him
>Mac chuckles good-naturedly at you
>”Need some help?”
>you nod
>he slowly stands up behind you, grunting softly as the muscles in his legs stretch out again
>he presses his muzzle against your chest, gently pushing upwards
>you hold on to his shoulder, rising to your feet after a minute
>you're a little wobbly while standing, but he stays close to steady you
>you gratefully rub over his neck and shoulders
>he lets out a warm hum, staying close while you work your way over to your bed
>you pull the large blankets and sheets back, the two of you nearly collapsing into the pillows
>you snuggle in together, wrapping yourselves back up
>you press into his large back, holding on to him while he curls up against you
>you sink into the soft mattress with him, cradling the two of you together
>he lets out another sleepy yawn
>”G'night” he mumbles, drifting off
“Night, Mac”
>”Ah love you”
“I love you too”