#temperature blanket 2025

[foxcrochets]

Temperature Blanket: January 2, 2025

High: 58 Low: 35

[beebaguette]

FUCK YOU ITS JANUARY IN SALT LAKE CITY

Colors are daily high actual temperature in F. Greys are daily worst air quality in AQI.

Figured out a way to weave ends as I go, which will save SO MUCH TIME AND ENERGY for the rest of this project!

I'm very pleased with how this is coming along so far. Using Berroco Vintage Chunky yarn. I was initially worried it would be too chunky. And while yes, it is not going to be a full sized blanket for a whole bed, at this gauge it will make a wonderfully heavy foot-of-the-bed blanket.

You can see when the smoke from the LA fires blew in.

[knitmage87]

Temperature Blanket: End of Month - January

The results are in, folks! The least used color of the month is indeed Country Blue with only 7 stripes, Spring Green coming in second with 10, and the winner being Turquoise with 14!! Truly a surprise. Really it is because I bought both white and light blue that I haven’t even touched yet but I already had to go buy more Spring Green and Turquoise!!! In New England nonetheless! I am legit surprised but given that we still have the entire month of February to go through and who knows? March might still be cold, at least compared to what I am used to.

I will say that keeping track of the blanket like this has really been helping me stay motivated. I did, unfortunately, have to pause until more yarn was purchased ( I did in fact, lose to yarn chicken) and that did set me back but I did eventually catch up. It was just trying to post in between rounds of catching up was what really took a toll on me. Because I was legit afraid that I wouldn’t be able to keep everyone updated and I refuse to fall victim to my depression and imposter syndrome. I am doing real life as I do this and, given the current state of the US government, it’s been really fucking stressful (QUIT FUCKING WITH THE COUNTRY THAT GAVE US THE GENEVA CONVENTIONS YOU TWATS) but I plan to keep knitting and stick with this project.

I am also going to make a little scorecard to keep with the rest of my temperature blanket binder, mainly because I am curious as to what will be the most used color out of the entire project throughout the year. If I was still living in TX, I already know it would have been burgundy lol. Shit gets hot there. I am definitely curious to see what will be the most used color out of the entire blanket. 

As for the fact that Joann’s might be going out of business, that’s where I buy the yarn for this project and I am legit not happy. For several reasons and it is not just because that is where I buy yarn, but it is for the millions of people who use that particular craft store for their own small business. I am thankful I decided to use red heart for this project but there are thousands of people who also do a temperature blanket, doesn’t matter if it’s crochet or knit, but they use Big Twist aka Joann brand yarn and if Joann’s goes out, then those people will have to basically figure it out. And it’s just…it’s heartbreaking to me. 

Back on topic though, I am going to finish this with that I am loving how the blanket is coming out, and given that he’s already grown so much since day one, he’s going to be a huge bastard lol. Don’t get me wrong, there are moments that I feel like I should frog the entire project and do one row per day…but that just..doesn’t feel right to me. It’s the fear I think but it is MY project and fuck it, I’ll do what I want. He’s come this far and I love him to death already. It’s going to be interesting to see how BIG he actually gets come December! In the mean time, I shall continue working on this big fella and I shall keep posting!!

[kianlonart]

Temperature blanket progress! All caught up from January now.

[casuallymake]

jan 22 + 24 were both 20-50

jan 23 was 30-50

i’m so behind on posting lmao, i have been keeping up on my squares tho. i have to make yesterday’s and today’s but i’ll take pics of the days i haven’t uploaded soon

i’m beginning to wonder if waiting to stitch them together is a bad idea but like, maybe it’ll be easier to do it a week at a time? in the meantime i’m just waiting to see what february brings

[likeumeanit9497]

gummy bear | m.s. |

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: matt and y/n have plans to get high and watch movies, but what happens when the movie they pick makes y/n confess to a dirty dirty secret?

warnings: fingering; oral (f receiving); overstimulation; edging; dirty talk; use of vibes; whips & chains (hehe); consumption of edibles; overall these two are DOGS; 18+

notes: whew! i fear this was a bit long winded. i luv freaky deaky matt so let me know if y'all want a pt 2 with these two bc as matt said, they aint done yet ;) love u all lots hope you've had an amazing start to 2025 <3333

“Come on, help me pick out a movie.” Matt whined from his place on the couch beside me. His voice sounded far-off and slightly distorted, and all I could do was dissolve into a fit of giggles. “Holy shit,” He chuckled, “You’re feeling that edible already huh.” I finally managed to turn my head towards him — it felt like it weighed as much as a brick — making my lips mould into a slow smile. “I feel amazing right now.” Was all I could get myself to say. I watched Matt take in my face, an amused smile covering his own. “I’m feeling pretty good too.” He admitted, and I noticed his blue irises were glassy and tinged by red. “Now please look at the TV and help me choose something to watch.” He added, and I once again tilted my head so that I was facing the screen in front of us.

“No…no…no…” I whispered the words as he slowly scrolled through various movies on Netflix. My eyes felt heavy as I focused on reading the titles that Matt passed. I struggled to keep them completely focused as I relished in the almost too relaxed feeling that the gummy bear edible had given me. Just as I was about to suggest that we should throw the movie-watching idea out and instead take a quick nap, one title caught my attention. “That one!” I practically exclaimed, suddenly filled with a burst of energy.

“What? You want to watch Fifty Shades of Grey?” Matt’s voice was filled with humour, likely shocked at my suggestion. Him and I had only just recently become friends, so there was a high probability that he couldn’t tell whether or not I was joking. I turned to face him again and lifted my shoulders in a quick shrug. “Dakota Johnson is hot.” I replied matter-of-factly. Matt stared at me for a moment with droopy eyes, but it wasn’t long before he shrugged his shoulders and clicked on the title.

I curled into my side of the couch as the movie began to play, feeling as though I was sinking into the dangerously soft cushions. As the minutes ticked by, neither of us spoke much; we were both settled into our own little worlds as we aimlessly watched the movie. My eyes were so heavy as the THC flowed through my veins, and I continued to fight the urge to drift off into a deep sleep.

After a while, the first sex scene was beginning and I suddenly found the movie to be hilarious. I burst out into a fit of uncomfortable giggles and covered my eyes with my hands as the scene began to quickly heat up. “What?” Matt giggled and nudged me gently with his foot. “You’re the one who wanted to watch this movie.” I continued to giggle and kept my hands over my eyes, but peered through the slits of my fingers to catch a glimpse of the characters on the screen.

My giggles faded out as the room suddenly grew heavy with intensity. The room was so silent outside of the groans and gasps that fell from the actors’ mouths, I could hear my own breathing hitch at the sight of the whips and chains. I began to lose my grip on reality as I became hypnotized by the rhythmic actions of the people on the screen. I felt both lighter and heavier as my pulse quickened and my body temperature rose; so conscious of Matt’s very much alive body right there beside me. I knew I couldn’t entirely trust my own mind, but I was almost certain that I could see his own chest rising and falling more rapidly than it had been before, and knew that I wasn’t hallucinating when I saw him pull a blanket over the straining fabric on his lap.

Still, my eyes stayed trained on the screen, now completely transfixed by each word and action that was expressed. I had seen the film before, but the gummy had somehow made me feel like I was there; right there in that dimmed room. I could feel what the characters were feeling, and had to stop myself from moaning in sync with them. I had been put in a trance. A trance so potent that I couldn’t stop the words from spilling from my lips. “I’d like to get fucked like that.”

They were so muted that I almost missed them myself, or even believe that they were just in my head and not spoken aloud. But my trance was suddenly broken by Matt’s voice. “What?” There was a ringing in my ears, and I felt the familiar warmth of shame travel up my neck onto my cheeks. Even I had shocked myself with my vulgar choice of words, and I could only imagine how shocked Matt was. My mouth was so dry — both from the gummy and my shame — I couldn’t reply even if I wanted to. Still, Matt repeated his question.

“What did you say?” This time, there was a hint of humour laced in his words, which eased my humiliation for a moment; still not enough to face him but enough to clear my throat and attempt to speak. “I…I don’t know.” Was all I was able to say, my voice wavering slightly. Matt stayed silent at my response, seeming dissatisfied by my answer and lying in wait for more. “It just seems so…thrilling. Literally handing your body over to someone to use however they’d like.” My voice wobbled and was basically a whisper, but Matt’s sharp intake of breath beside me told me that not only had he heard it, but now had confirmation that he had understood my first remark correctly.

The silence between us grew, and seemed to go on for hours. The room was so still that, if not for the lingering heaviness of my words, I could close my eyes and pretend that Matt wasn’t there at all; that instead I had just shared my deep-seeded fantasies with an empty room. But I turned my head and saw him through my droopy eyelids, staring at me with an expression on his face that I couldn’t read. Finally, Matt released a forced chuckle and blinked a few times. “You’re just high Y/n.”

He turned back to face the movie, putting an end to our uncomfortable conversation. I felt my cheeks flush to an even deeper shade of red as I continued to stare at his side profile. His jaw flexed and seemed to stay in that stern expression as I allowed myself to get lost in my shame. Why the fuck would I say something like that? Matt and I were just starting to become good friends, and I surely just ruined everything by making him think I was some sexual deviant. And why did I choose to make that typically buried confession to him of all people? I hadn’t even exposed that fantasy to my friends who I had known for years, let alone any of my past boyfriends.

Suddenly, my brain that had been moving in slow motion began spiralling as I questioned what this all meant. Why had I blurted that out so mindlessly? Did I just have some subconscious trust of this man who I only became friends with a few short months ago? Could it all be blamed on the fact that I was stoned, like he had implied? Or was there another reason. Could I have made that confession with the hope that he would help me bring my fantasy to life?

With a racing heart and ragged breaths, I continued to stare at his profile. He was attractive, that was just a fact. His features were so sharp, his expression so soft. Even without viewing him head-on, I could see the blue in his eyes; the late-afternoon sunlight making them look nearly transparent. He had a slight stubble across his sharp jawline that trailed up onto his sunken cheeks, and it framed his pale pink, slightly chapped lips. He was leaning back on the couch, his soft brown hair feathered against the off-white cushions. His feet were planted to the floor, and his legs were slightly spread in a way that gave him a hypnotically masculine silhouette. To his right was a throw pillow, and I became transfixed by his long fingers as they mindlessly toyed with its fabric. They rotated between two fingers making slow twirls against the extra material and his cupped hand running against its plush curves, in much the same way they would move along my—

I snapped my head back to the screen in front of me, using all the self control I had to not slap my hand over my mouth at the shock of my own thoughts. My mind was reeling with equal parts desire and shame, and the gummy made me suddenly paranoid that Matt could somehow read my mind; where he would find a deeply unsettling image of him and I. I squeezed my eyes shut, beckoning myself to think of something, anything else. I opened my eyes as quickly as I shut them to try to get myself to just focus on the movie, but when I did all I saw was exactly what I was imagining in real time and knew that I had made a mistake.

Suddenly, I felt a wave of panic and the need to stop watching this movie. “I’m so tired.” I blurted out, even though I felt like I had been lit on fire. Without hesitation, Matt paused the movie; proof that he was also deeply uncomfortable. “Me too.” He turned to face me, his cheeks tinted a pale pink. “You can go sleep in my bed if you want. I’ll…I’ll just rest out here.” He seemed flustered, and for a moment I thought he might have actually been reading my mind all along. “Are you sure? I don’t mind…” Sharing? “I don’t mind sleeping out here.” I finished, but already Matt was shaking his head and getting comfortable on the couch. “No really, I’m good out here.” He replied, avoiding eye contact with me.

With a curt nod, I stood up from the couch and headed into his bedroom. It was dark, the blinds blocking out any light from outside, and it seemed to be about 10 degrees cooler in there than it had been in the living room. As I shut the door, my heart continued to race thinking about the fact that I had officially created unwarranted awkwardness between Matt and I. Slowly, I crawled into his bed. Although I had been sure that my humiliation would prevent me from being able to truly rest, as soon as my head hit his pillow I was engulfed in a wave of pleasurable exhaustion. As I closed my eyes, my heart rate slowed and my breathing became more even, and I rapidly fell into a deep, all-consuming sleep.

𓆩☆𓆪

I was startled awake by the sound of a door creaking open slowly, and immediately felt all of my senses ignite. With my eyes still closed, it took me a moment to remember that I wasn’t in my own bed, but the familiar smell of Matt in the pillow and blanket brought me to reality. I could feel a soft wash of light against my closed eyelids, and realized that the door was still open yet I couldn’t hear any noises. I finally heard soft footsteps before the door creaked shut, filling the room with absolute darkness once again. For a moment I thought that maybe it had just been Matt checking on me before retreating to let me sleep for longer, but then I heard more footsteps; not heading away from me, but instead heading towards me.

I stayed as still as I possibly could as I waited to see what was going to happen, though I felt my body begin to vibrate in anticipation. There were no more footsteps, and I knew that he was now standing at the edge of the bed because I could hear his ragged breathing and feel waves of his nervousness behind me. After what felt like hours of aching silence, I suddenly felt the bed sink and the comforter lift slightly, and my breath hitched in my throat. I did my very best to pretend like I was still asleep, but my heart had begun racing so violently at the feeling of his warm body hovering just inches from mine that I was sure that he could feel it radiate through the mattress.

The weight of uncertainty had crept into the room upon Matt’s arrival, only now it felt mutual. Matt stayed perfectly still behind me, and although I knew he was very close, he had still not touched me. And so I waited for that touch, because I knew that once I felt his touch, it meant that his uncertainty had dissipated and I could stop hiding from my shame. Time continued to tick away, and in the darkness and the intoxicating tension of the bedroom, it felt bleakly infinite. I felt as though I was a ticking time bomb that could explode at any minute, and only he had the power to diffuse me. I neededhim to touch me. I needed it in the way that a plant needs water. I needed it in a way that I had never needed anything before. So when, after what felt like a lifetime, his knuckles finally brushed ever so gently against my bare shoulder and his voice softly whispered my name against my ear, my entire body shuddered and I released a breath that I hadn’t even known I was holding.

I turned to face him, and even though in the darkness I couldn’t see much more than his tentative eyes of glass, I could feel all of him beside me. I stared at him in silence, unsure of whether I should speak or simply let him say what he came into the room to say. “Are you still high?” He asked, his voice a delicate whisper between us. I took a brief moment to figure that out. My body didn’t feel like jelly anymore, and neither did my brain; all of me felt electric. “No.” I answered honestly, my eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness so that I could now make out the curious expression on his face. He paused for a moment, seeming to think about his next words. “Did you really mean what you said on the couch?”

My mouth dried out and there was an overwhelming ringing in my ears from the sudden realization that we were really talking about this. Not trusting my voice to be clear and confident, I simply nodded my head nervously. As I did, I swear I could see his pupils dilate. He cleared his throat before continuing. “Did you want me to…help with that?” I felt my panties immediately dampen at his words, and the same dirty thoughts that I had on the couch immediately began swimming through my mind again. Slowly, I adjusted in the bed so that I was fully facing him, and I felt my bent knees brush against his stomach under the covers. His eyes burned into my own as he waited for my response, and in an attempt to ease the intensity I grabbed the hand he had used to graze my shoulder and began toying with his fingers. I kept my eyes glued to them as I explored his knuckles and fingernails, before finally responding. “Could you?”

I felt him intake a sharp breath, and my eyes fluttered up to his just in time to catch his overwhelmed reaction. He pulled his hand out of my grasp and instead used it to cup my cheek as he nodded. “Yeah, I could.” He replied softly, brushing his thumb against my plump lower lip. “But if I do, I need to know exactly what you want.” His eyes were glued to my mouth, and I smiled before playfully biting the tip of his thumb. “I want you to use me however you want.” I whispered before slipping his thumb into my mouth and sucking it slowly. “Fuck.” He hissed softly as his jaw went slack.

“Okay,” His other hand found the small of my back and he pulled me into him. “We…we’ll need a safe word then.” He continued, and at my new close proximity to him I could feel his heart racing in his chest in the same way mine was. With a pop, I let his thumb drop from my mouth. “How about gummy bear?” I replied in a whisper as his hand wove through my hair; bringing my mouth closer and closer to his. A content hum fell from his lips. “Gummy bear it is.” He replied just before he placed his open mouth against mine.

His tongue slipped into my mouth as relief crashed down on me. I moaned into his mouth as his hands traveled all across my body. His kiss was harsh and deep, but his gentle caresses against my thighs and ass as he pulled me even closer to him was a calming paradox. Our breath grew more and more wild as the kiss deepened, and I couldn’t stop myself from bringing my hand to his crotch; where I found his rock hard member straining against his sweatpants. I palmed him firmly, taking as much of his cock in my hand as I could so that I could feel all of its veins and ridges, before slowly stroking him through his sweats.

He groaned against my mouth before seductively biting down on my lower lip. My eyes fluttered open and I found that his were already piercing into me; the colour slightly glazed over by his arousal. His hand tightened on my ass while the other stiffened against the back of my neck. We watched one another as my hand worked against his clothed member, mouths parted as we fell into a trance. Suddenly, Matt’s eyes went a thrillingly dark shade of their usual blue and his grip on my neck tightened. He shifted and was suddenly on top of me, supporting himself with his arm while still pinning me down. I gasped as I looked up at him, feeling the heat of his cock pressed against my aching core.

Very slowly, Matt leaned down to my ear. The heat of his breath made goosebumps raise on my skin, and he nibbled on my earlobe before whispering into it. “You’re not going to touch me until I say.” My breath hitched in my throat from his words, but before I could recover he began tugging my shirt over my head. The cool temperature of the room hit my tits, and I felt them pebble against it. Matt took a moment to admire my breasts, running his thumbs along the sides of each before finally grazing my nipples. I gasped at the contact and squeezed my legs shut in an attempt at releasing even an ounce of the pressure that had been growing intensely between them.

Noticing this, Matt moved his attention to my lower half. Slowly, he ran his hands down my chest to my bare stomach, his eyes traveling along my skin in unison with his hands. He finally reached the waist band of my sweats, and quickly hooked his thumbs under them; removing both my sweats and my soaked panties in one swift motion. My total exposure sent a new wave of arousal through me, and I felt my legs tremble as he took his time admiring my naked frame. A satisfied groan fell from his lips as he ran his hands up and down my legs, and I subconsciously widened them as an invitation to the place where I needed his touch the most.

With my wet cunt spread for him, Matt’s eyes fell to it and I swore I could see the sheer hunger in his eyes. I watched in anticipatory awe as his frame bent in the middle until his mouth was just centimetres away from my core. So close I could feel his breath against my clit, my eyes shut and my hips bucked in frustration just before his warm mouth enclosed my nerves; bringing with it a wave of pleasurable relief. That didn’t last for longer than a second, as he simply planted a wet kiss against my clit before straightening his body again. My eyes flew open in confusion, and my cunt began to pulse as his kiss against it had done nothing more than intensify my need for him.

“You want me to use you?” His deepened voice cut through the once-silent room, and its gruffness made me jump slightly. I nodded my head, squirming under his gaze. “P-please Matt.” I added, wincing at the undeniable desperation laced through my voice. He continued to stay on his knees looking down at me for a moment, his eyes drinking me in for what could have been days. I relished under his gaze, but grew antsy for his touch. Reading my mind, Matt blinked back to reality and climbed off of the bed. I stayed perfectly still, but my eyes followed his frame as he slipped his shirt off and walked into his closet. From the top shelf, he pulled out a fairly large box and brought it back to the bed.

From my position, I couldn’t see the contents of the box as he began to dig through it, but it was obvious that he was looking for something in particular. Finally, he took some objects out and placed them on the bed. With each new object that I could see, my heart began to race quicker and quicker. First, a short whip with what looked like fringe at one end; second, some sort of black leather straps; and third, a small vibrator. Content with his collection of items, Matt closed up the box and placed it on the floor beside the bed.

As he straightened up, his dark eyes shot straight to mine, and I felt as though he was looking straight through me. I swallowed, partially nervous and partially excited, as I watched him pick up the whip with one hand and the leather straps with the other. “Remember the safe word?” He asked huskily, and I gasped at the feeling of the leather fringe as he dragged it across my right arm. I nodded quickly as I felt him wrap one of the leather straps around my wrist. I cried out in pleasure as it suddenly tightened, and when I tried to move it I realized that he had strapped me to his bed frame. Once he was satisfied with that wrist, he trailed the whip back down my arm, over my racing pulse, to my chest; where he suddenly cracked the whip.

My back arched and I cried out in shock as the white hot pain traveled through my body, but almost immediately I felt Matt’s warm tongue press against the place of contact; soothing the skin there. The whip began its travel down my sternum, over my stomach and hips, slowing down as it traveled along my inner thigh down to my right ankle. My body lit on fire from the barely-there contact of the leather, and when he tied up my right ankle I no longer felt shock, only anticipatory pleasure. Once my right ankle was secured, the whip followed its same trail, only once it reached my stomach he shifted it in a diagonal direction, dragging it along my pebbled right nipple before cracking it yet again. My body writhed again, but once again his mouth soothed the pain against my sensitive nerves.

He reached my left wrist and tied it to the headboard, so that now my upper half was completely defenceless. Instead of feeling the expected instinct to fight against the pressure and restraint, I felt myself fall into a state of uncharacteristic ecstasy. My body was completely on edge, craving his touch even more than before. Finally, he dragged the whip back down my body to my left ankle, and when I felt it tickle against my hip bone my core began to drip with my arousal. With all four of my limbs spread apart and tied to the four corners of the bed, I was on full display for him for do whatever he wished with me; just as I had requested. I looked down at him, standing at the end of the bed directly between my legs. His eyes were trained on my glistening core, his bare chest heaving rapidly in anticipation. Suddenly, he dragged the whip along my body one final time. From my ankle, up my thigh, to my swollen cunt. My eyes fluttered shut at the light contact against my clit, and I subconsciously writhed my hips for some sort of friction. My eyes were only shut for a brief moment, however, because a sharp crack against my slick folds caused my whole body to lift off of the bed.

“Fuck!” I moaned out, writhing in the excruciating, pleasurable pain against my bundle of nerves. I felt like my entire body had a heart beat, and had the urge to clamp my legs together to ease the pain. The fact that I couldn’t, that I was completely exposed and defenceless, did nothing but make my stomach flip in excitement. A bratty smirk was just beginning to grow on my face when it was cut off by a sharp squeal as electric waves of foreign pleasure began crashing through me. Looking between my legs, I realized that Matt had pressed the vibrator against my clit.

“Ahhhh s-shit.” I moaned out, my words barely sounding like words as I became consumed by the pleasure that was filling me. My eyes struggled to stay open as I watched Matt watch me; his eyes shifting from my fucked out face back down to my dripping heat every few seconds. “That feel good?” He asked in a cocky tone. I nodded my head rhythmically, growing more and more intoxicated by the pleasure that I was feeling. “S-so good.” I breathed. I felt the urge to grab onto something, grab onto him, but the best I could do was dig my nails into the hard headboard they were tied to. The room filled with the sounds of my animalistic moans and the soft buzz of the vibrator, yet still over all of that I could hear Matt breathing heavily as he watched me unravel before him.

“You look so fucking good, tied up and spread open like a good little sex doll.” Even in my state of euphoria, Matt’s confident dirty talk was startling. Only for a moment though, because I couldn’t help but reply with a guttural moan. Suddenly, the vibrations grew stronger as he turned up the speed of the sex toy, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. “F-fffuck M-matt-” I cried out, my body beginning to tremble as my pleasure began to build. “You wanna cum baby?” His voice was laced with tormenting humour, and I nodded rapidly, desperately. “Y-yes! Oh god yes-s!” As the words fell from my mouth, and my orgasm was just about to overtake me, Matt dropped the vibrator from my clit and instead slipped two fingers into me.

My eyes flew open in surprise and frustration, and I watched as Matt pumped his curled fingers in and out of me rapidly; filling the room with the sounds of my desperate arousal. My walls flexed around his fingers as he pounded into my g-spot, but the orgasm that I had nearly reached had receded back into the shadows at the sudden loss of the vibration. Matt looked up at me with a smirk. “You don’t get to cum until I tell you to cum, understand?” His words, spoken in such a menacing tone, made my stomach do a flip. I bit my lip and nodded tentatively. Satisfied, the smirk fell from his lips as he focused his attention back on my cunt in front of him.

He and I both watched as his fingers disappeared inside of me again and again, coated in more and more slippery fluid each time it reappeared. Seeming to give into temptation, Matt suddenly bent down and ran his tongue through my soaked folds to get a quick taste; forcing a moan out of my mouth before quickly straightening up again. His long fingers felt amazing inside of me, but I needed more. Frustrated, I bucked my hips and released a soft cry. He chuckled softly. “You’re dyin’ for it, huh?” I gasped and writhed in my restraints before nodding my head. “Okay,” He began, and I felt relief as I heard the vibrations once again. “Then you’re takin all of it.”

Without a moment for me to react, Matt pulled his soaked fingers out of me and used them to spread me open; exposing all of my raw nerves before firmly pressing the vibrator, now on full speed, against my undraped clit. There was a moment when the room went completely silent — so silent that it was nearly deafening — as my body was hit with the shock wave. And then, a murderous scream fell from my lips at the white hot sensation that made my mind go completely blank. Immediately, my body began convulsing and lifting off of the bed like a scene from The Exorcist. I could feel the vibrations from my head to my toes, and it was an all-consuming pleasure that was almost too painful to cope with. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe; I felt like I was no longer capable of ordinary human functions.

My arms and legs fought hard against the restraints, and the sounds of my guttural cries were accompanied by clanging metal from the buckles. I was so overstimulated that I wasn’t even sure if I was capable of detecting an impending orgasm; each wave of pleasure already feeling more intense than any orgasm I had ever had before. Matt apparently could tell, however, because his suddenly gentle voice filled the room. “It’s okay sweetheart, go ahead and cum for me.”

It was as if those words held a power over me, because as soon as they fell from his mouth I was swept into a tsunami wave of my orgasm. My body shook violently against the bed; rattling the frame at my subconscious attempt at curling into myself. My nails dug into the wood so deep that I was sure that the tips of my fingers would be bloody and raw. I rode through my high, screaming incoherent words as electricity continued to surge through my body. I felt a warm gush in between my legs and watched as Matt instantly dropped to his knees and wrapped his mouth around my opening; drinking me up as I squirted against his tongue.

Finally my body slowed from convulsions to trembles, and as my cries grew softer and calmer Matt pulled away the vibrator. His mouth traveled from my opening up to my overstimulated clit, where he left one final tantalizing kiss before pulling himself back up. My tits rose and fell rapidly as I struggled to catch my breath, and I watched through my eyelashes as Matt walked over me to plant a soft kiss against my panting lips. I felt my breathing begin to steady, then, and watched as he began untying my limbs from the bed frame. As he released each ankle and wrist, he used his warm hands to sooth the raw skin before kissing them, too.

Even once I was free, I couldn’t find the energy to move. I stayed in that starfished position as he knelt beside me. He ran his hand through my damp hair, and I turned to face him. I gave him a weak smile, and he mirrored me before kissing my sweaty forehead. “Can I get you anything?” He asked, his voice so soft and sweet. I shook my head gently, and he replied by climbing into the bed beside me. Finally adjusting myself, I winced at the stiffness in my joints as I curled into his half-naked frame. He kissed my hair and I closed my eyes to enjoy the tranquil state he had put me in.

“Was all of that okay?” His voice broke the silence of the room after a few moments. I lifted my head from his chest to look up at him with a blissed smile on my face. “Well I didn’t say gummy bear, did I?” I replied with a soft laugh. Thoughtful for a moment, I continued. “I guess we didn’t really need a safe word after all.” His eyes grew playful as he brushed a stray hair out of my face. “Don’t speak so soon sweetheart,” He chuckled, running his knuckles against my cheek, “I’m not quite done with you yet.”

─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

[ad-caelestia]

potions vs charged waters

updated version

i most often see the word “potion” used as a blanket term for any liquid mixture that you enchant with magic, but it's a tiny bit deeper than that.

potions

a potion is broadly defined as a mixture of liquids with magical, healing, or poisonous properties [source] and is meant to be ingested - essentially, a potion is a liquid spell you're supposed to drink in order to feel the effects of said spell. in fact, the word "potion" is derived from the middle english pocioun, from anglo-french poisun, pocioun (drink, potion,) from Latin potion-, potio, from potare (to drink) [source].

you can essentially enchant any beverage to be a potion, and create your own potions using edible ingredients. wanna make a strawberry banana smoothie with the intent of having a super good day? bam, potion.

but, please keep in mind that even if something is edible, that doesn't mean it's safe. do your research and don't ingest harmful substances!

charged water

charged waters are infused with the energy of an external source - the moon, your favorite herbs and crystals, and elemental energy, for example. charged waters can be edible (potions) or inedible, which entirely depends on your intent. no really, i mean it. if you want to use this water strictly for spellwork, anointing items, adding to spell jars, etc., then you can add whatever the heck you want to it - crystals, oils, herbs, you name it.

but if you want to drink it or turn it into a potion of some sort, please for the love of the cosmos do NOT add a bunch of oils and trinkets and accessories to your DRINKING water.

essential oils are not for human consumption!!! and - you shouldn't be drinking something you just put a bunch of rocks in!!!!

tips

regardless of what you plan to do with your magically enchanted water, leaving it out at room temperature is a potential breeding ground for bacteria so plan to refrigerate it or store it in a cool, dark place and dispose of it within a couple of weeks.

final notes

anything you plan on drinking: use edible ingredients only, and store accordingly. do not add random nonsense to water you plan on drinking.

as always, do your own research and use your best judgement to discern what is safe and what is not.

© 2025 ad-caelestia

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

anyway today I went for a long walk downtown and got coffee, sat in the cafe while drinking it and read a book, then stopped by some shops and got my mom a nice set of produce bags she's been needing and myself a nice candle for my new bedroom. in three weeks I'll be moving into a new house where my bedroom walls are purple. I'm making myself a fancy pair of pants to wear to a play at the end of the month. tomorrow the DVD copy of Over the Garden Wall I ordered is coming in the mail and I'm going to sit down with my sister and some popcorn and rewatch the whole series. my mom got our family reservations at a fancy restaurant. I'm going to crochet a temperature blanket in 2025. I'm teaching at youth group tonight. I love my dogs.

everybody sound off in the notes what things you're grateful for or looking forward to or happy about or hopeful about today

[fishy-redhead]

In January I dived straight into two amigurumi projects, rather ambitious for a beginner and someone who tends to give up or run out of steam halfway through things 🙃

The first one is a ball python. I jokingly asked my husband if he wanted me to make him something, and he said "a full sized Indian python" 🙃 We compromised, and now I'm making him a ball python.

Pattern is by ChunChundra on Etsy. I just modified the colour scheme a bit to add a fourth shade. I'm using a 2.5 mm hook, and Rico Creative Cotton Aran yarn in Black, Saffron, Buttercream and Cinnamon.

The second one came to be after I learnt about temperature blankets. Basically, each row corresponds to a temperature of a given day of the year, be it the highest, the lowest, or average. But a blanket sounded boring, so I thought I'd make another snake! And to complicate things further for myself, I decided to go for both highest and lowest daily temperature for the back, and weather for the belly 🤣

And whaddya know, I already had a snake pattern with exactly 365 rounds! It's a corn snake pattern again by ChunChundra. I just modified the colour scheme quite heavily for my needs. For this one, I'm using a 2 mm hook, and Scheepjes Catona yarn in way too many colours - 12 so far, and there will be more!

I'm using a plastic armature for both of them, as I don't fully trust wires. It holds the pose perfectly, but working around it slows down the process significantly.

It occurred to me only after I started on these that 2025 is the year of the snake, I swear this wasn't planned 😂

[foxcrochets]

Temperature Blanket: January 4, 2025

High: 68 Low: 53

[polymoth]

How it started:

How it's going:

I finished my temperature blanket! Because the number of days in a year is not neatly divisible by the dimensions of a twin-size blanket, or at least not in a way that makes whole numbers of crochet rows, my temperature blanket actually covers 1/1/24-1/8/25 (374 days). I'm going to add a charcoal grey border around the edge to even out some of the wiggliness and bind up some of the ends, but! The important part is done!

I'm really proud of myself for sticking with a project for a whole year (and change). Watching my blanket grow square by square and row by row was both a delight and an exercise in patience. I'm glad I made something I really like and that I'm excited to have in my life for a long time to come. I hope to carry forward the delight in incremental change and the patience required to achieve that change into the rest of 2025.

Special thanks to my friends putting up with and cheering on my frequent blanket pics and updates in the arts and crafts channel of our discord server, as well as to Minion, who has taken every opportunity to snuggle with me while working in this blanket (and frequently hindering my ability to work by demanding my attention).

[knitmage87]

Temperature Blanket: Week 5

So it's been a bit but that is due to life. I am still chugging out on this blanket and I am super ready to discuss what all has been going on with it. So much lol the end of the month will also be a different post to fully discuss a bit more about the project. This has essentially become a mini diary but with a focus on weather and yarn. I am enjoying this project more and more with each passing day.

Jan29 - Spring Green - 50°

So today was one of the WARMEST days of the month aka it hit 50! So exciting lol It was rather nice to actually go outside in a lighter jacket than my big coat.

Jan30 - Turquoise - 32°

Aaaannnddd once again, cold. I miss the warmth. No wonder people here in New England get crabby. Shit is fucking cold. Low key over it all lol Like I used to be one of those people that said “Oh, it’d prefer it to be too cold vs too hot. I can always add layers!” I’m no longer that. Bring me back into the heat that the only relief is for me to peel off my own fucking skin. God fucking DAMN.

Jan31 - Spring Green - 40°

It’s here! The last day of the month!! There is something poetic about the last day of the month being the same color as the first day. I have been playing catch up like a motherfucker though. Work got fucking WILD and I’ve been..hella tired. Been working hard on this project and I’m very proud of how it is coming out. It’s also going to be a super fucking BIG project. Like, I kinda did not expect it to be this big. Whoops lol but that’s ok! It’s going to be amazing at the end of it!!! Time to go onto the next month and keep going. Just remember: any form of progress, no matter how small, is still progress!!!

Feb1 - Turquoise - 37°

So, due to how last month ended, I am kinda hoping that the end of February also ends in turquoise lol It should be fine though. I am just excited that I am now into month 2 of the temperature blanket! Let’s see this baby grow!

Feb2 - Country Blue - 27°

Ok, I have no clue what happened but today just FEELS colder than anything in the past few weeks. It legit has a bite to it and I do not care for it at all lol. Side note: Looks like I am finally going to have to go get more of this color. I am legit almost completely out of it and I have a feeling I am going to need more of it in the next couple of weeks.

Feb3 - Spring Green - 41°

It definitely snowed last night and I bet you all anything it will be mostly gone by either this afternoon or tomorrow. As for the knitting, yeah I was kinda expecting to stick with the same 3 colors we have been since the start of this project. I am insane for hoping it to get colder so I can actually see some of the other colors. I legit have a skein of white and a skein of light blue that has not been touched. At all…….If I end up not using them at all during this project, I will figure out something to do with them.

Feb4 - Spring Green - 43°

Snow is all but gone but it is rumored to snow either tonight or tomorrow. Which is fine by me. Except I gotta go to work hella early tomorrow morning and I don’t like to be cold at 5 in the am. I don’t think anyone does if I am being perfectly honest here. 

[gundamthey17]

Day 5 of Payneland Promptfest 2024

I am in fact still working on the Payneland Promptfest 2024 prompts..... maybe I'll finish by December of 2025

Day 5: Snuggling (alive!au)

(the ao3 link has more info about the backstory for this au if anyone's curious. it's not super necessary for this fic, but i spent an inordinate amount of time on it because i am incapable of writing a story without context)

Summary: The Dead Boy Detectives (who are actually very much alive, thank you) find that the heat has broken in their flat-slash-office. 

xxx

23 December 1990

“Charles, do stop kicking the radiator.”

"You tried your way. Now it's my turn, innit."

Edwin, who was seated at the desk and holding the phone to his ear, sighed. "If tools were ineffective, I highly doubt blunt force will do the trick."

"Won't know until we try, will we?"

Edwin rolled his eyes as Charles continued kicking.

"What did maintenance say?" he asked between kicks.

"I am still on hold."

"Bloody brills."

Edwin pinched the bridge of his nose, a sure sign of a budding headache. Charles knew he ought to stop kicking the radiator, but he needed to vent his frustration somehow.

"You are not going to accomplish anything beyond potentially hurting yourself or breaking it further. If you would just be - yes, hello." Edwin motioned for Charles to be quiet. He covered one ear as he spoke into the phone. "Yes, that is correct. No, we still have power, just no heat... I beg your pardon?"

Charles looked up at the change in Edwin's tone. 'What?' he mouthed, but Edwin shook his head and continued speaking.

"But we have no heat! It is snowing, for heaven's sake! Is there no way you can - but I - very well. We will see you then." Edwin hung up the receiver with more force than was strictly necessary.

"What did they say?"

"As it is currently after business hours, and the start of a holiday, they cannot send anyone out to fix the heat until Wednesday."

"What? Can't you try the emergency maintenance number?"

"That was the emergency number. Apparently, lack of heat in December does not constitute an emergency," Edwin said, his voice dripping with contempt.

"What a load of bollocks!" Charles looked around their flat-slash-office. He shivered. "They seriously expect us to spend three days like this?"

"Evidently so."

"Bollocks," Charles said again.

Half an hour later, Edwin was still sitting at the desk. He had put on his coat, but otherwise seemed to be steadfastly ignoring the rapidly falling temperature inside the office.

Charles, wearing two jumpers and his jacket, had other ideas. He was in the process of raiding the bedroom and the closet for every single blanket they owned, and tossing them into a growing pile on the small couch. Even the tiny, crocheted throw blanket got added to the pile. (They had received it as partial payment for a case. It was canary-yellow and supposedly enchanted to always smell good without ever needing to be washed. It was too small to really make a difference, but Charles had already committed to finding every blanket, so onto the pile it went.) He muttered a steady stream of curses under his breath as he worked. When he had gathered every last blanket, and the couch itself was hardly visible anymore, he climbed into the middle of the pile and nestled himself in. Even after all of that, Charles was still shivering.

He also hadn’t grabbed anything to entertain himself with, or turned on the telly, before settling into his blanket nest. And once he was inside, he was loath to come out again. Surely, at some point, physics would take over and the blankets would have to start doing their job. Surely Edwin would finish whatever he was working on and – and what? Talk to him? Anything to occupy his mind and distract him from both the boredom and the bloody freezing office. He tried to wait it out, to be quiet and patient and let Edwin work.

He did not last long.

“Edwin,” Charles whined.

Edwin hummed but did not look up from his writing.

“I’m still cold.”

“And what exactly would you like me to do about that?”

It was a good question, that. Charles hadn’t actually thought about it. But the answer became immediately obvious. “Come sit with me.”

Edwin’s pen stopped. He glanced up at Charles. “What?” he asked, and there was a slight edge to his voice that Charles didn’t know how to interpret.

“Please? It’ll be warmer with both of us.”

"I find it improbable that you can still be cold under all those blankets."

"I've got bad circulation. Look!" Charles held out his hand. True to his word, his fingertips were pale and bloodless.

Edwin frowned at that, but he shook his head. “I am busy. We have a case, if you recall.”

“So? It’s a holiday, and clearly no one else is working. If emergency maintenance can take a holiday, we ought to be able to.”

“I am sorry, Charles. There is simply too much to do.” Edwin started writing again.

"Edwin! If you don't come over here, I'm gonna freeze to death."

"Charles," Edwin said in a scolding tone. "Given your history, you should not joke about such things."

"Given my history, I'm allowed to joke about such things," Charles retorted. "Come on, I know you’re cold too. I can see you shivering."

Edwin sat up straighter and pulled at the collar of his cardigan. “I am perfectly fine.”

Charles sighed. He suspected now that he knew the true cause of Edwin’s reluctance, but he was unsure if he ought to press the issue. The wind picked up, rattling the window, and Charles shuddered reflexively. Abandoning caution, he said, "Look, mate, I know you don't like touching, but if there was ever a time -"

"I never said I don't like touching," Edwin said quickly.

Charles looked at him curiously. "Didn't have to say it, did you. You go stiff every time I so much as pat your shoulder."

Edwin set down his pen and pressed his fingertips together. "I... am not used to it," he said slowly, choosing his words carefully. "But that doesn't mean I do not like it."

“Would you be willing to give it a shot? Please?” Charles hated the note of desperation that had crept into his voice. “I’m really bloody cold, mate.”

Edwin sighed and stood up. "Let me put the kettle on, and then I'll join you."

"Aces!" Charles couldn’t keep the grin off his face.

—--

Charles made an opening in his mountain of blankets so that Edwin would be able to sit next to him on the couch. Edwin handed him a steaming mug of tea and took his seat. They wrapped the blankets around themselves, their shoulders just barely brushing together.

Charles stared pensively out the office window at the falling snow. "Do you ever think about what would happen if we got caught? Do they arrest people for truancy? Or would they just split us up and force us to go back to our parents?"

"I think the latter is the most likely, though I shudder to think of the consequences. My father would have me institutionalized."

"For reals?" Charles turned to look at Edwin, but Edwin's eyes remained focused on the opposite wall.

He nodded. "He said as much before sending me to the school." They never mentioned St. Hilarion's by name if they could help it. "Said it was my last chance to prove that I could be... normal."

Charles snorted derisively. Then, feeling like that wasn't enough to fully communicate his disgust, he added, "That's bollocks."

"That is all assuming, of course, that the demon does not find me first." They never used Sa'al's name either. Edwin was unsure whether it could hear its name being spoken, and neither of them were keen to find out.

"That thing is not gonna take you away from me. Not a chance in – well, you-know-where." He gave a crooked grin.

The ghost of a smile flitted across Edwin's face. He took a cautious sip of his tea before asking, "And what about your parents?"

With a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, Charles said, "My dad would probably just beat me senseless. He’s done it for lesser offenses." He shrugged, feigning nonchalance, and let out a single, humorless chuckle. 

Edwin finally looked at him. "I will make sure that never happens again," he said fiercely.

Not quite knowing what to say, Charles nodded. "Cheers to that," he muttered, lifting his mug.

"It is irrelevant anyway. We are not going to be caught. We are presumed dead; no one is looking for us. We just have to make it for another year, and then we will be of age and we won't have to worry about the police or our parents."

"And we're gonna figure out how to undo a demon sacrifice, so we won't have to worry about that bastard anymore either."

Edwin's brow knitted. "I do not know if the ritual can be nullified without the caster. Since Simon and the others are all dead, it may not be possible."

"We will figure out a way. I promise."

Edwin suddenly pushed the blankets off and stood up. Charles’ face crumpled as he feared he’d gone too far. Edwin noticed and smiled placatingly. "It is all right. I'm just getting a book."

Charles sighed, relieved. He smiled too, a genuine one this time. "Brills! How about another one of those Poirot stories? I like him. He's a fun chap."

"He is a fun chap," Edwin agreed. He grabbed a large hardcover book from the bookshelf nearest to the desk, and returned to the couch.

Charles shifted under the mound of blankets so that he could put his arm around Edwin's shoulders. "This okay?" he asked quietly.

Edwin nodded. He cautiously leaned back against Charles' arm before opening the book. "What about The Adventure of the Clapham Cook? I do not believe we have read that one yet."

"Don't think so. Let's hear it."

Edwin cleared his throat. "At the time that I was sharing rooms with my friend Hercule Poirot, it was my custom to read aloud to him the headlines in the morning newspaper, the Daily Blare.”

—

Several short stories later, Charles had fallen asleep. His head lolled against Edwin's shoulder. Edwin was surprised to find himself feeling quite comfortable. Between the blankets and their combined body heat, he hardly noticed the frigid temperature of the room. He gently set the book aside. Then, hesitantly, he rested his head against Charles'. Charles did not stir. With Charles' comforting warmth next to him, and his soft curls under Edwin's cheek, Edwin closed his eyes. Soon, he too fell asleep.

[thewoodshungers-if]

Holiday Special 2024

Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, and happy new years!! I know that I'm not really consistent with updates, and I'm thankful that you guys are still around, even just to chat and/or see how I'm doing.

I got myself a desk now, so I should be able to work more consistently on my IFs! Hopefully an update in 2025.

Now the special: ROs reaction to being snowed in with you (crushing stage).

there is only 1 bed 👀 + it's fcking cold 🤤 = you have to cuddle, with details.

Viel:

He would try his best to get the fire going as much as possible, might even consider stripping the furniture inside the cabin for firewood if you didn't stop him (or you can also burn the wooden chair together with him, if you'd like).

Would hesitate to join you in bed 'to keep the fire going', but would give in quickly if you admitted that you're still feeling cold. He buried his head into your shoulders, one hand thrown over your stomach as you laid on your back.

"I'm not worried that you're cold. I'm worried that we'll get cold. Do you understand the difference here? Now help me snap this chair leg-"

...

You ruffled his hair and he grumbled, pulling you closer, "What? You're still cold? You're so spoiled for a so-called knight..."

Nora:

Her first worry: Her body's normal temperature is ice cold, and cuddling her would be like cuddling a block of ice. You would have to argue with her for quite a long time to convince her to just share the bed with you to keep warm.

Would melt under your touch the moment you pull her under the covers. She couldn't help but stare at you as you lay face-to-face under the covers, fingers intertwined, your gesture more than enough to keep her warm from the inside.

"I won't die if I didn't sleep for one, cold, night. You on the hand, might just die as a block of ice. Well, yes, I could feel the cold just the same- That's not my point-"

...

She pulled your hands towards her, blowing warm air onto your fingers with puppy-dog eyes full of worry, "Your fingers are so cold, are you sure you'll be alright? I hate this... I couldn't even warm you up..."

Ylfa:

Could barely contain her giddiness at the thought of spending the night with you, just the two of you lmao. Would think up so many games to play with you for the night, but the moment she saw how cold you were, all of it would be forgotten.

Would have the initiative to pull you under the covers, pulling you close so that she's pressed against your back. Her thumb drew circles on your arms, a soft hum of an ancient lullaby lingering as you drifted to sleep.

"What?? You're cold? Why don't you say so? Our games can wait-"

...

She rested her forehead against your back, "Don't forget, you owe me a game night- Hm? No, I meant just the two of us... "

Aen'frie:

Would wonder if it was a good time to try to trick you into their schemes in exchange for keeping you warm. That thought was thrown out the window the moment the word 'cold' left your mouth, and would get flustered at the thought of actually sharing the bed with you to keep warm.

Would be worried they'll accidentally impale you with their horns, but when you threw your arm around them and pulled them close to you, they blanked out.

"What do you say I keep you warm, and in exchange, you'll give- You're cold? You want to share the bed with me? No! I mean, of course, but my horns- And you-"

...

They kept your hands between theirs as they played with your fingers, drifting off to sleep, "You're so warm... I wish we could sleep like this every night... "

The Cook:

Would miraculously find an alcohol flask (for drinking) hanging from his toolbelt 😭. They would share it with you, heavy blanket thrown over your bodies to keep warm. But the fun and rowdiness would trickle away when it was actually time to sleep, and they'll feel self-concious all of sudden.

He would feel all warm and comfy at first, arms around you with your back against their chest, but if you kept moving around and if they're awake for long enough, their mind would veer into the gutter (sorry MC).

"The party has only started! Now let's- What? The flask is already empty? You wanted to sleep now? Together? I... Uh, no, I don't have a problem with that..."

...

Their hands found your hips, pinning you to the bed to keep you from moving around, "Fuck... I'm begging you here. Stop moving around. Why, you ask? It's... It's annoying, I can't sleep like this. Now stay still."

Caine:

Would be more worried that you'll feel obligated to stand and keep watch of him in the cold. He resorted to fussing over you and making sure you're warm, throwing the blanket around you and checking if your fingers were cold.

He laid on his back, pulling you closer until your head is resting on his shoulders, one of his arms around your waist. Would quickly regret the position though, since you might feel his abnormally fast heartbeat.

"We can share the bed- Would that be uncomfortable for you? I don't want my knight to be sick, you understand? Now keep yourself warm-"

...

His free hand found yours, checking to see if you're still cold, "How are you feeling? Me? I feel warm with you here- My heartbeat?? No, you're imagining it, this rate is normal for me-"

Also see:

ROs reaction to 'there is only one bed'

ROs big spoon / little spoon preference

Thank you for following the development of The Woods Hungers!

[casuallymake]

jan 19- 20s-40s

jan 20- 20s-30s

jan 21- 20s-30s

no <20 for us, but it did snow a little! the wind is so sharp

[igetnosleep]

This cold front got me fucked up

What do you mean it’s snowing in Pensacola???

“The day after tomorrow” was not in my 2025 bingo

You stared at the thermostat 59° for free.99

There was no way.

Fuck no way for this to be real.

But the layers you wore were real and the cold that seeped through the walls almost mocking you at your enjoyment for not having to use the AC.

The year had barely begun and yet it felt like you should have had this weather just a month ago.

Leon wasn’t doing so hot either. He just got home and it felt like he was in an igloo. What do you mean you don’t have a heater?

You glared at him if he tried to claim one of the many blankets you placed on yourself sweaters that were once his now under your custody. He was freezing and truly regretting letting you have free range over the drawers.

A younger naive him believed that your belonging would be separate only to then go missing once the temperatures dropped.

Where were his socks? You were wearing them.

Hoodie? Yours.

His sweatpants? He never stood a chance.

This poor man was freezing there was only so much he could do to stay warm, until he decided to say fuck it and crawl over to your pile of warmth.

“Hi.” He whispered as you peeked up feeling his hands snake around your waist and shuffling under the blankets hearing you whine he mumbled a half hearted apology feeling himself warming considerably now in your presence.

Leon closed his eyes sighing and relaxing and you snuggled closer. “feel better?” “So much better.”