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It ended up being too big for tumblr, so here’s the link to listen to it on my YouTube:

(Don’t get your hopes up, it’s nothing special—just some slow but never-ending cold sneezes)

I recorded a wav for y’all and then ended up taking an accidental (2.5 hour) nap in the middle of editing it😅😂

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I recorded a wav for y’all and then ended up taking an accidental (2.5 hour) nap in the middle of editing it😅😂

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Got no sleep—pretty sure I have an ear infection

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Feeling sad and lonely? Like you don't have a purpose in life, and no one cares about you?

No more! Starting today, instead of sitting around feeling sad, try Thinking About Your Favourite Fictional Characters Sneezing!

Not sure what to do with your life? Your blorbo stifling an allergy fit!

Lonely and craving human connection? Your lil guy getting induced by a kink!partner!

The days and nights seem to move by in an ever-flowing passage of time that you're just swept along in? They have a sneezy cold and need to be taken care of!

Instead of Sad, try Sneeze instead!

[Available wherever your brain will be merciful and let you dissociate, results may vary, use with caution, side effects may include: h*rny thoughts, snz headcanons, craving more canon snz, and the eventual & inevitable loneliness returning as you realize they are still fictional]

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Been feeling pretty miserable today🤧

I’ve had a bad migraine all day and for once my prescription meds didn’t get rid of it (maybe because my sinuses are involved this time? idk) so I’m still in agony. Every time I sneeze or cough the pain spikes to unbearable levels and my vision blacks out.😣

On top of that, I went to the pharmacy earlier because I had some stuff I needed to pick up and I knew I’d only be getting worse, so today would be the best time to do it, and I almost passed out.😵‍💫 It was super embarrassing stumbling back to the bus stop, holding onto walls and the sides of buildings even after sitting down for 30 minutes beforehand to help regulate my heart rate and body temperature.😅

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I caught another cold🤧

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Unmedicated - Viktor Snz Fic (Jay/vik)

Jay/ce witnessing Yik/tor without his allergy meds on a high pollen day🌷🌻🪻

Based on this post - "when a person is so allergic and sneezy that people ask all the time if they're taking anything for that (they are) only to then forget their meds one time and OH. oh. we see now what the medicine was doing. "

Thank you for this absolutely incredible prompt @hetchiew ! 💕 I hope you enjoy it!

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Viktor had been sneezing off and on throughout the morning and Jayce finally turned to him after a particularly lingering fit.

”Do you…need any allergy meds? I have some in my bag,” Jayce offered tentatively, wary of offending Viktor after having misstepped a time or two with his doting nature veering into overbearing. In this case Viktor merely sighed, having become used to people assuming that his allergies were only this bad because he was unmedicated.

“I already took my allergy medication, but thank yuh-IUSHHHeww…Pardon me,” he said, flushing a little as he only just managed to catch the sudden sneeze against his wrist instead of his elbow or one of the many handkerchiefs he carried on his person during allergy season.

Jayce’s expression went a little wide eyed with surprise and then he winced as he took in Viktor’s flushed nose and slightly red-rimmed eyes. “Bless you. Geez Vik, is there anything I can do?”

If it were anyone else he would have been irritated by the offer but he was incredibly fond of Jayce, perhaps more than was healthy for him, and he found it much harder to be annoyed by Jayce’s sincere desire to help especially when paired with his sweet puppy dog eyes. “No. Snf. Unless you can..hh…snf get rid of all the pollen out,” he said with a quirk to his lips. Jayce huffed a laugh even as his gaze remained soft and sympathetic.

“That’ll be the next step of Hextech, the pollen eliminator,” he joked and Viktor chuckled before wiping his nose for the hundredth time that morning.

Jayce was kind enough not to bring it up again, until an unfortunate day Viktor was running late. It was not truly an issue since they made their own hours and practically lived at the lab most of the time, but Viktor still preferred to get there on time in the morning and share a cup of coffee with Jayce before getting started. So he rushed a little through his morning routine and happened to miss a very important step.

He didn’t notice at first, his usual sneeziness during the spring only made sense. But his meds ensured that as the day went on it didn’t get any worse, and it didn’t take long at all for it to get worse.

“Hh’Ishh-ISshh..hh’ISSHHue…SNdff…” He re-emerged from his kerchief to reach for his coffee cup only for his breath to snag again.

“Hhhhh’IGSHHhuh..Snff..” He blew his nose but it didn’t seem to reduce the itch at all.

“Huhhh’IDJSSHHieww…Hehh’ETZSHHew-EISHHHew..Huhhh’YISSHHOO!…nghh..” His final sneeze had him bent at the waist so far forward his head was almost between his knees and he had both hands holding his kerchief to his nose and mouth to catch the unusually strong sneezes. Jayce immediately took notice of the change in pattern and moved to his side to check on him.

“Bless you, V. Are you alright?”

”F-fine. I..I..IESHHHmphh…It’s like…a..huh-ITZCHew…fuh-feather up my dose I cah-can’t…EGSHHHew…”

”Jesus. Bless you,” He squatted down at Viktor’s side looking up at him with a concerned expression. “Is there something in the lab you could be reacting to?”

”Ndo…there sh-Hhh’Hih’YISSHHeww…ITSH-tssh-Gtsshhew…there shouldn’t be. SNfffff. I don’t…” And then he realized his mistake, that he’d forgotten to take his allergy medication. “Oh ndo. I forgot-Hhhh’IESHHew…I forgot to-Hh’ISHHew…to take mby allergihhh…allergy mbedi-Hih’ISHHIEWW…”

”I have some allergy meds in my bag will that work?”

“Ndo they’re..hhh..hih..prescription,” he managed to finish without sneezing and let out a congested sigh. Jayce winced for a moment obviously thinking that he could see why he would need something stronger than over the counter.

“Ok, do you need me to run and get them for you?”

”Ndo, I should Hhhh’IZSHHew go hombe and Hhhh’hhh’EZSHHuhhh…” He blew his nose, already exhausted by the constant fits of sneezing. He knew he would need to take his meds and shower off and possibly use a diffuser before he could get himself back to baseline and he’d be useless for at least another hour or two before things calmed down.

“Alright. Then let’s get you home, V.” Viktor was grateful that Jayce always listened to him when it came to managing his health, a gift that Viktor did not take for granted. For once he didn’t try to fight Jayce on helping him home.

“Thandk-KTshew…Snf Thandk you, Jayce.” Jayce stood up and offered his arm for Viktor to grab and lever himself to his feet. Then Jayce wrapped an arm around his waist, not moving him with it but just stabilizing him.

”Bless you, Vik. Alright, just lean on me if you need to.” Later Viktor would be mortified that he needed to rely on Jayce for help because he was sneezing too much to function, but for now he was just grateful he wouldn’t be risking tripping and falling if he sneezed at the wrong moment while trying to manage his cane.

“Hhh’Huh’IGSHHew..Ihhh’IsHEW-Itshh-tshh-TShhew…Snff..” He let out a frustrated groan as he snuffled in the now drenched kerchief. Jayce pulled out one of his own and offered it to him and Viktor stuffed his in his trouser pocket as he quickly brought Jayce’s to his nose, not daring to keep his nose uncovered and risk sneezing on his partner. He grabbed his bag, throwing it over his shoulders and then grabbed his cane.

He felt like he must have sneezed over a hundred times by the time they reached his apartment and Jayce’s support had kept him from tripping or stumbling numerous times over the uneven cobblestones Piltover favored.

When they got inside his apartment he pulled away from Jayce with a muffled and exhausted sounding sneeze into Jayce’s kerchief.

Jayce followed along behind him like a loyal dog as he hurriedly headed to his bathroom where his meds were in the medicine cabinet. He ignored his own hitching breaths and tried to keep his watery eyes open but then his chest heaved as another sneeze overcame him.

”Huhhh-EkSHIEW-uh…” He stumbled and might have banged into the wall if Jayce’s arm hadn’t shot out and pulled him back against his chest with an arm wrapped around his stomach. Viktor’s face felt hot from embarrassment and the proximity.

“Bless you. Let me help, Vik,” he murmured right against his ear and Viktor’s sure his face must look like a tomato now. As much as Viktor hated needing the help he couldn’t deny that he did need it for the moment.

“Alright,” he muttered as he snuffled into the kerchief and leaned away from Jayce’s chest and more against his cane.

“Hhh-Huhh,” Jayce’s arm firmed against his torso and Viktor braced against his hold as he bent forward with the force of the sneeze. “Huhhh’IZSHHeww…ughh..”

”Bless you, V.”

Jayce shuffled along beside him into the bathroom where Viktor quickly took his meds between sneezes. Viktor convinced Jayce to wait outside while he showered once he pointed out the shower seat and grip bar in his shower. Thankfully the combination of washing off lingering pollen and the steam helped him get out some congestion while his meds kicked in and gave him a large amount of relief. He was tempted to let out a tired cheer when he managed to get dried off without a single sneeze interrupting him.

“Need anything in there, V?” Jayce called through the door and Viktor’s lips quirked up in amusement at his fussing.

“Could you grab me a change of clothes?”

”On it, Vik.”

Viktor cracked open the door with the towel wrapped around his waist. Jayce adorably had his head turned away when Viktor took the clothes from him, cheeks lightly pink. When Viktor shut the door he saw that Jayce had brought him pajamas.

“Jayce, you…hhh..huh..” Viktor cursed under his breath in annoyance at the interruption. “Huh’IZSSHHuh…snf You brought me pajamas. Can you bring me my work clothes?”

”Viktor, please tell me you don’t plan on returning to work today…”

”I’m perfectly fine. It was just-IGZSHHewww..ngh just some sneezing.”

”V, that was the worst allergy attack I’ve ever seen in my life. I’m sure you’re exhausted. At least let yourself take a nap and come in later today.”

Viktor huffed but he couldn’t deny that he was exhausted and laying down sounded heavenly. He’d sneezed so much that his abs were sore. He wanted to insist on principle, that he could continue working and he wasn’t incapable. But Jayce had proven he didn’t see Viktor as infantile or unable to make his own decisions about what he was able to do, the man was just also a terrible worrier.

”Fine. I will lay down, just for a..hh..a short while…hhhh’ITSHew SNF.”

”Bless you, V.”

Viktor changed into the pajamas and let Jayce hover over him as he hobbled tiredly to bed. When he slipped between his sheets and laid his head down on his pillow he couldn’t suppress a soft sigh of pleasure at the relief. Jayce was smiling down at him looking soft and fond in a way that made Viktor feel slightly flustered and vulnerable.

“Alright, you have fussed enough, Jayce. Go back to work.” Jayce’s lips turned up with amusement but he didn’t argue the point.

”Anything I can get you before I go?”

”No, I’m fine Jayce,” he paused and then murmured a soft sincere, “Thank you.”

”Of course. I’m always happy to help anytime you need it,” he said, affectionate and genuine, “I’m just glad to see you doing better.”

“Hh’Ishh-ISshew Snf.”

”Bless you.”

”Alright, shoo. I will see you later after lunch.” Jayce had his own key for emergencies so he could lock up as he left.

”See you tomorrow, Vik.” He tossed over his shoulder as he stepped out of the room.

”Jayce,” Viktor said chastisingly and then called after him when Jayce didn’t slow down, “Jayce I am not taking a full day off over my allergies. Jayce!”

”Bye, Vik. Sleep well.”

Viktor grumbled to himself about overbearing puppies before he drifted off to sleep and Jayce was smart enough not to comment when Viktor came in the following morning having taken the rest of the day to recover.

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I almost just sneezed while preparing my t shot, that would’ve been bad lol

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Cold Snz~

I recorded this when my cold was at it's worst and I'm just now uploading djhddhdydy sorry about that.

nevertheless I hope you all enjoy my sweet sweet suffering ;)

CW: loads of sniffling (wet sniffling), violent sneezing, moaning sounds of discomfort/relief, slight coughing, noseblow at the end, some talkie

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I go over to my partner's place to hang for the night. However, my nose was not prepared for the cute and tiny commitment she made...

Please don't reblog on a non-kink account!

If anyone has any ideas/requests for a different scenario, hit me up!

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“ESSCCHhuh!”

“bless you :(“

“snf. thadks.”

“...oh mby god, stop lookig at mbe like that.”

“like what :(“

“it was one sdeeze.”

“well, yeah, that’s why i blessed you :( do you think i can’t count now :(“

“heh… hERSSCHHugh!”

“that was two sneezes :(“

“ugh, fide, you wadt mbe to go to bed?”

“i’ve already fluffed the pillows :)”

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Tired Sneezes - Allergic Viktor Snz Fanfic (Ja/yvik)

Thank you anon for the request:

Uhhhhhh.... literally anything with V/ik being too exhausted from allergies to cover once he gets home and letting himself sn/z on J/ayce. 🙏🙏🙏

Sorry this ended up softer and less horny than intended but feel free to send in another request if this doesn't satisfy 💕

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Viktor had spent the day in a field overseeing some of the Hexgates construction and by the time he got home he was exhausted from pain in his back and leg and from sneezing. His allergies had only gotten worse throughout the day surrounded by blooming grasses and flowers, pollen getting kicked up by the constant movement and disruption of the ground. He’d taken several doses of allergy medication throughout the day. And even so on the walk home he’d been too exhausted to even to try to cover his sneezes, letting them out openly towards the ground.

He limped into his and Jayce’s shared apartment and collapsed onto the couch with a groan.

Jayce emerged from their bedroom, apparently having just finished changing into soft comfortable clothing, his hair still slicked back with product after his own long day talking with investors.

“You alright, V?”

”Hhhh’Esshew…Snf..”

”Ah. Bless you, caro. Nature didn’t agree with you?”

”Ndo. Snf. The construction is-ISHew snf is going well but they were kicking up all the pollen and dust. I’m tired of-Isshhuh sneezing.” But he managed a tired smile for Jayce. Being around his partner always managed to make him feel more relaxed but also helped him recharge.

“Bless you. I’m sorry, amor. Next time you can stay in the lab while I go hang out around all the plant life.” Jayce sat down next to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. Viktor leaned heavily into his side and then turned to hide his face against his chest.

”There are flowers blooming now. You might-Hih’Tsshhew SNF shit. I’m sorry,” he mumbled as he moved to pull away so he wouldn’t sneeze on Jayce again, but Jayce just tugged him back into his side.

”I don’t mind. I can just change my shirt later. Relax, sweetheart.”

Viktor hesistated for a moment but he could tell Jayce was being sincere and didn’t care if he sneezed on him or used his shirt as an incidental tissue. He gave in with a tired sniffle and Jayce pressed a kiss to his hair. He knew Jayce liked the physical affection, especially after a long stressful day so Viktor assumed it was worth the trade off for the comfort of cuddling.

“Snf. Sorry, I was saying you might not fair any better.”

Jayce gave a chuckle of amusement, dipping his head in rueful agreement. “Well at least we can take turns.”

“Snfsnf. I suppose that’s fair. Hhhh’Ishh-ISHeew…Snff.” He rubbed his nose against the soft fabric of Jayce’s shirt embarrassed by the damp spot his sneezing had left behind but too tired to resist staying where he was.

”Bless you. We should get you showered off or your never gonna stop sneezing.”

”In a moment. I just want to sit for awhile first.”

”Leg bothering you?”

”Some. But I’m fine. Mostly tired,” at Jayce’s mullish silence he gave a fond sigh, “You can help me shower in a bit.” Jayce pressed another kiss to his hair in silent gratitude for allowing him to help.

“How was talking with the investors?” Now it was Jayce’s turn to let out a pained groan, as he buried his face in Viktor’s shoulder. Viktor laughed at his dramatics even if he wouldn’t trade him places even with all the sneezing he’d been doing.

“Terrible. They’re all awful. But it went well, I think.”

”Of course it did. You are very charming when you want to be. Hhh…hh’ISSHew…hih’igzshEWW…sndf.. Pardon me.” He snuffled tiredly into the soft fabric of Jayce's shirt and Jayce ran a hand over his hair.

“Bless you, amor. Come on, let's go shower off all that pollen.”

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snzfucker: damn i wish there was smth in the air that’d make ppl sneeze like crazy

the humble pollen grain:

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Soot Sneezes - Jayce Snz (Ja/yvik)

For the anon request (Thank you darling anon!) -

For a Jayce prompt - maybe coming back from the forge all shirtless and sweaty and nose throughly irritated by the smoke and soot? And Viktor just about dying at that visual 🫠 I love the idea of someone who’s not usually very sneezy having a random reaction and being so stunned by it 😭

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Jayce returned from the forge shirtless and sweaty and streaked with soot and Viktor kept his gaze firmly on his desk out of self preservation.

It was a sight that had left him dumbstruck the first time he'd seen it. All glistening bronze muscle and waistband low enough to show the beginnings of the trail of hair below his belly button. Jayce had to say his name three times for him to hear it and when his eyes had snapped back to his face far too late Viktor's cheeks had burned even as he tried to play off his ogling as tiredness. Jayce's raised brow suggested he didn't believe him but he was kind enough not to tease him about it.

So now when he knew Jayce was returning from his forge Viktor kept his eyes turned carefully away to avoid his brain shutting off and metaphorically drooling over the tantalizing play of Jayce's smith forged muscles.

“How is the prototype coming along?” he asked as he pretended to be immersed in the notebook in front of him. But when Jayce didn't respond he was forced to look over with a hint of concern before his brain flatlined. Because not only was Jayce shirtless he had a hand hovering in front of his face as his nostrils flared and his chest expanded with hitching inhales, brow pinched with sneezy desperation. It was by far the hottest thing Viktor had ever seen.

“Hh…hhh…HUH’ERSSSHHEW…sndff..” he sniffled and snorted in clear irritation as he rubbed at his nose smearing a hint of soot across the tip. But it didn't seem to help as his face fell again, breath catching.

“Hh…hh’Huh’EDJSHHHuue…SNDFF…guh..”

“Are you alright?” he managed to say breathlessly as he stared at Jayce.

“Sndfff...sorry thuhhh…sndfsnffff smoke and soot huhh…got to mbe today. Ndot usually so…suhh..sedsitive..hhhhh-ERZSHHHuhhh…sndff…”

“Oh my god….” He muttered under his breath as his cock throbbed in his pants. “Uh, bless you,” he said slightly louder.

“Thandks…hh…” He breath caught and he scrubbed at the underside of his nose with two knuckles but it didn’t seem to help at all much to Jayce’s furstration, “fuh-uck..heh’Hh’EGZSSHhXxt…guhh…” He winced even with his poor attempt at a stifle, it seemed his powerful sneezes weren’t meant to be contained. Viktor certainly wasn’t complaining.

“I didn’t realize you were bothered by the forge?” He posited it as a question, silently just wanting to hear Jayce keep trying to talk through his ongoing fit of sneezes.

”Ndot…hh…usually…ondly if the…thuhhhh-IGZSHHHOO!…nghh…” He caught a sneeze that bent him forward at the waist in his elbow and then groaned.

“Bless you. Would you like a kerchief, Jayce?” He offered not sure if he wanted to help or if he just wanted an excuse to get closer.

”Sndff. Oh, uh, if you dond’t mbind…” he said cheeks flushed at how obviously he needed one from the congestion in his voice and the dampness rimming his red nostrils.

Viktor pulled out a kerchief from his bag and walked over to where Jayce was standing next to his own desk, closer to the door. “Here,” he offered out the kerchief and Jayce took it with a bashful thanks as their fingers brushed when he took from him. And not a moment too soon as his nostrils flickered right before his breath caught and he buried his nose in the folds of the kerchief as he bent forward with another powerful sneeze.

”Huhhhh’ERZSHHHmphhh…Scuse mbe,” he muttered as he turned away and blew his nose productively. Viktor knew he should walk away or at least stop staring so blatantly but he couldn’t resist the tantilizing sight of Jayce shirtless and sneezing.

“Bless you. It’s alright. But what were you saying?”

Jayce looked back with his cheeks still flushed but seeming a little more composed. “Oh, right. Snff, If the chimney hasn’t been cleaned Snf recently in the forge sometimes you get more smoke in the…SNF in the forge and if I’m there for long enough breathing it in it can…hhhh…se-set me off…suh-sorry gonna sneeze-Huh’ERSHHHmphh…hh’hh’IZSHMMPH…” He snuffled in the kerchief for a moment before giving a soft blow and then rubbing at his nose through the cloth. When he lowered the kerchief the base of his nose was almost red.

”Bless you, Jayce,” he breathed, swallowing heavily as he tried to ignore how he was almost fully hard in his slacks and any moment now it would become incredibly obvious if he didn’t think of something repulsive.

“Sorry, I’m such a mess. I didn’t mean to distract you from your work. I’ll go take a hot shower and that should Snffff get me sorted.”

”It’s alright, I don’t mind.”

Jayce raised a disbelieving brow, “Viktor, I’mb disgusting SNfff you don’t need to…hh..co-coddle me…” his face fell and he brought the kerchief back up to his nose, “I’m sorry I have to…hhh…Huh’IZSSHHmphhh…guhh… Sorry I cand’t stop sndf sndeezing..SDNF..”

“Bless you, Jayce. It’s alright. I know you can’t help it.”

Jayce’s head hung down between his shoulders for a moment as he tended to his nose and that’s what proved to be Viktor’s undoing. Jayce paused suddenly and then looked up at Viktor with a curious analyzing gaze that took Viktor far too many seconds to parse the reason for. Before he realized how tight his pants had become and how obvious his erection must be if that was the case.

“Viktor…?”

”I…I can explain,” the words tumbled out high pitched and nervous as his whole face went hot. But then he merely froze like a deer in the headlights floundering for any reasonable explanation besides the truth and coming up with nothing.

Jayce’s brow knitted with concern. “You dod’t have to, Viktor. I wod’t SNDF bri’g it up agaid.” He held up a finger requesting a moment as he blew his nose again.

”Well I…I am attracted to you,” Viktor said in an ‘as you know’ kind of way.

“I mean you did seem a little flustered the first time I came back from the forge,” he admitted gently teasing and then he licked his lips and continued softly, “And, I mean, I’ve always thought you were gorgeous.”

Viktor stuttered out, “W-What?” Completely blindsided by the Jayce’s words even though he also said it as if it should be obvious.

Jayce looked surprised. “You really didn’t…snff kndow? I thought I was being obvious…” He said with a self-deprecating laugh.

“No, I had no idea. Although…” he continued as he thought back to some of Jayce’s odd behaviour on occasion that in hindsight might have been because he was flustered, “…I suppose it does make sense looking back on it. But then why did you never, eh, make a move.”

“Just because you found my body attractive didn’t mean you were interested in…hhh..scuse mbe a-hah..HEH’ESSSHHmphhh…SNDF sorry.” He turned away muffling another powerful sneeze into his borrowed kerchief and leaving Viktor staring dazed and hungry before he realized what Jayce was saying.

“Jayce, of course I am interested in all of you. Your mind and kind nature most of all,” he added since it was clear that Jayce was less certain that his personality would be as well received as his body. Which was ridiculous to Viktor. That this eager to please, science obsessive, stubborn and sweet man could ever be anything but a dream to him seemed almost ridiculous. But perhaps Jayce was merely meant for Viktor’s tastes.

Jayce’s smile was wide and bright when he lowered the handkerchief clutched in his hand. “I kndow I’m a little gross right ndow but can I kiss you, V?”

”You are not gross at all,” he said as he closed the distance between them and they met each other in the middle to kiss. It was passionate and warm and utterly consuming to finally get to kiss Jayce but it only lasted for a few moments before Jayce jerked his head slightly to the side, arm wrapped around Viktor’s back and pressing him tight to his naked chest as he sneezed openly over his shoulder.

“Heh’HIh’IERSSHHHHuhhhh…hh’Huh’UGZSSHHHuhhhh….fuck, SNF sorry Viktor,” he mumbled bashfully as he released his firm grip and swiped at his nose, cheeks pink with embarassment. “Did I get you?” He asked worriedly as he pulled away.

Viktor floundered for a moment, skin practically buzzing from desire and mind replaying the feeling of Jayce sneezing while pressed against him. “Oh…eh, no,” he licked over his lips, “No, you didn’t get me.”

Jayce scrubbed at the underside of his nose. “Still, maybe we should continue this Snff after I shower?”

”Why don’t I join you?” Viktor said with a wicked little grin.

Jayce flushed a little more but he smiled back, “Sounds good.”

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And then they fucked in the shower while Jayce sneezed the last of the soot and smoke out of his nose.

The End

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The Experiment, part II

Thank you to everyone to read part 1 of the experiment and wanted more! You are all perverts!! Here's part two: extreme mess, contagion, and NSFW ahead. Some sneeze spellings stolen from the great @sickromancer.

That night, Alex tried to recover from his humiliation in the hotel room they’d provided him. He didn’t feel sick yet—it would probably take a few days, the scientists, had told him, although Casey had been so sick that he himself wondered if it wouldn’t be sooner. 

God, Casey. His sneezes, his voice, so redolent with congestion and infection. The way he hadn’t been able to control his messy, explosive outbursts. Alex squirmed in his bed, feeling his cock twitch. It was difficult to sleep, thinking about Casey and his cold. 

There was a knock on the door and Alex, bleary-eyed, got up to answer it. He looked through the peep hole first and saw Casey himself standing on the other side: eyes tired and bloodshot, lips parted to breathe. Alex’s heart sped. He opened the door. 

“Um, hi?” Alex was remembering once again that he’d come in his pants in front of this man, this sick man who did not have a sneezing fetish. 

“Hey,” Casey said, and muffled a cough into his fist. He looked, if it were possible, sicker than before. His nose was swollen and shiny with wetness, the underside of his nostrils and his philtrum chapped and raw. His face was puffy with congestion and his breaths were audible. There was a hanky half-hanging out of his pants pocket. He smiled. “Do you mide if I cobe id? Snnnrrrfff.” 

“Oh—of course, of course.” Alex stepped back through the doorway.  They went into the room where, Alex realized with a blush, it was clear he’d been asleep. 

“I’b so sorry to bother you right dow,” Casey said, trailing off with a stuttering cough. “But do you thidk I could sit dowd?” 

“Of course!” Alex said. They sat down, one on each of the room’s two queen sized-beds. 

“I kdow you were ebbarrassed today,” Casey said with a slight smile, “but you—“ he broke off as his breath hitched. “But you—ehh—ohh—heh-schhhnttt.” He buried a wet, soaking sneeze into the hanky he’d hurried to pull from his pocket. “Excuse be. That’s beed happedidg a lot,” he added ruefully with a bigger smile. “I dever seeb to kdow whed they’re cobidg.” He gave a long, noisy nose blow into the hanky, which already looked drenched. He looked up, eyes hazy with cold. “What was I sayig?”  

Alex was already beginning to wish he’d pulled a pillow onto his lap. “That I—um—that I shouldn’t have been embarrassed?”

“Huh, yeah. Snnnnnsrrrrffff.” Casey’s sniffle was long and crackling and deep, reflecting sinuses clogged to the hilt with thick mess. “I said that colds dod’t get be goidg, and that’s true, but, ubb, I ab gay, add seeidg you so turned od defiditely bade be a little bit hot. Cough cough cough.” 

Alex was surely blushing horribly. “Oh,” he squeaked. “I guess I’m glad that I didn’t make you uncomfortable. I mean, I know you signed up for the experiment, but still, you don’t feel very good, that’s clear, and to see me, um, well, enjoying it—” His face was beet red. 

“Snrrgggh. Let’s be clear, Alex. You edjoyidg it was the—ehh—was the—ehh-SCHIEW! Snnff. The best part of it.” 

“Ha!” Alex blurted out. His pulse was thumping in his ears. “Well, I did. I guess that’s why they picked me for the experiment, huh.” 

“Cough-cough, cough-cough-cough.” Casey half-heartedly covered his mouth with his hanky as he coughed. They both knew it was pointless; he’d openly sneezed all over Alex six hours ago, which was the objective of this experiment anyway. Alex was supposed to get sick. “Alex let be bake this clear,” he said. Those coughs were starting to sound thicker, chestier, crunchy and wet with congestion. “This whole experiedce, while, umb, pretty udcobfortable, has beed weirdly, umb, snrrrff, hot? I dod’t kdow, mad.” He shrugged with a sheepish smile. God, his nose was red, and there was a gleaming puddle underneath it growing larger, like it was running onto his upper lip without him even realizing it. “Ad also, this is hot for you, and like, it bight be a dice distractiod for be… Would you wadt to—ad you cad say—eh—-ehhhhh—youcadsaydo——HETSCHOOGHHH.” He gave a tremendous, torrential sneeze into the hopelessly ruined hanky, a sneeze that left a waterfall of opaque, infected snot trailing from his nose and mouth. It was disgusting. He tried in vain to sniffle it back up, leaving strands of mucus trembling over his mouth and nose. 

Alex surged forward and kissed him. It tasted like salt, a distinctly messy kiss, but he didn’t care. As Casey relaxed into the kiss, he gave a little huff of breath that pushed more mucus out of his nose and onto Alex. Casey huffed and pulled away. “Oh god,” he moaned, wiping his face with the back of his hand, “that’s disgustidg. I’b so—I’b—ehh—HSSSSHOO! Cough-cough, I’b so sorry!” Despite his swagger of moments before, Casey seemed truly abashed. The tips of his ears were red and he couldn’t quite meet Alex’s eyes. His face was misted with spray, and his eyes had the glaze of a light fever. He was the most arousing thing Alex had ever seen. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Alex soothed. “Let me get you some tissues, you’re a wreck.” He went to the bedside table, his cock already throbbing, to grab the whole box of tissues. He wouldn’t put Casey through what had happened in the experiment today. “Blow,” he said, pushing a fistful of tissues intoCasey’s germy hand.  

“Cough-cough, thadk you,” Casey croaked, and covered his soaking, snot-smeared face with tissues. His blow was horrendous: thick and gurgly, choked with seemingly unending mucus. The disruption to his sinuses made him cough. When he pulled the tissues away from his face, they were visibly wet and unusable. Sheepishly, he threw them into the waste basket and reached for another handful. Oh. He wasn’t done. 

In the end, Casey blew his nose into four bouquets of tissues, each blow wetter and looser than the last. 

“You poor thing,” Alex said, mesmerized. “You’re so sick.” 

Casey gave a long, crackly sniffle. Snnnnsgggrffff. “I really ab,” he said, half pitiful, half smiling. 

“Are you sure you want to—”

Now he was really smiling, albeit through a cough. “Cobe od, Alex,” he rasped. “Dod’t you—ehh—dod’t you wadt—oh god—uhhh-uuuuhhhhh—ACHOO! Snnnnrrfff. Dod’t you wadt to bake be feel better?”  

Alex stared at him, hardly able to breathe. Then he thought, this situation is already strange enough. He might as well make the most of his wildest fantasy coming true. “God, yes,” he croaked. “Get on the bed, okay?” 

Casey clearly felt a bit better after blowing his nose, because he didn’t sneeze or cough, just said, “Okay. Cad I take off by padts?” 

“Please do.” Alex and Casey both partially disrobed, smiling awkwardly at each other. 

Casey sat on the bed and rubbed his nose, eliciting a wet squeak. With rheumy eyes he surveyed Alex’s flushed cheeks and the bulge in his underwear. “This really—huh, you really get off od this, dod’t you?” 

Alex blushed and squeezed his eyes shut. “At least you’re getting something out of it.” 

Casey laughed, breaking into a cough. “Yeah, six huddred dollars.” 

“Six hundred dollars and a blow job.” Alex climbed onto the bed and straddled Casey’s stretched-out legs. “Look, can you do something for me?” 

“Depeds od whether you deed be to breathe out of by dose, cough-cough,” Casey said. His nose was starting to drip again. 

Alex immediately had a vision of Casey trying to suck his cock without being able to breathe through his nose, choking on Alex’s cock and his snot, but he put this out of his mind. “It, um, doesn’t. I just—I’m going to make you feel good, but I don’t want you to use tissues or hide your sneezes, okay? Just let them come, and I’ll clean you up afterward.” 

Casey gave a glazed but smug smile, and reached down to palm Alex’s crotch. “This really does sobethidg to you, kid, snnnrrrffff,” he said, “okay, you got it.” 

Alex rolled his eyes. “Just lay back and let me do the work.” Casey’s cock was also getting hard, possibly more from Alex’s embarrassment than anything else. It didn’t matter. Alex pulled down his boxers and gave his substantial cock a light stroke with his hand before he applied his mouth. 

A broken croak of a moan came from Casey’s mouth immediately, and then he started to cough, the sound resonating in his chest. His cold was definitely getting worse. 

“Do you want me to stop?” 

“Fuck, cough cough cough, no, cough cough cough, distract be, please.” He reached up distractedly to rub at his nose with the back of his hand, leaving a slick, shiny trail on both his hand and his cheek. 

Alex nodded and went down on Casey’s cock, sucking and licking. Casey kept moaning and coughing, sniffling and, inevitably, hitching. “Dod’t st—dod’t stop—-Htd’gsssshiigh!” He sneezed into his own palms. “I’b fide, please keep goidg, please keep g-heh-heh-heh-Hdfgsssshiigh!” He dropped the second sneeze, even wetter than the last, into his hands again, and cupped them as if to hold onto the thick mucus he’d deposited there. There was also the spray—Alex could feel it on his face and shoulders where he was knelt between Casey’s legs. Each sneeze made Casey’s hips hitch a little bit, pressing his cock roughly and unevenly into Alex’s throat. He loved it. God, Casey’s sneezes sounded horrible—the wet thick sound of a burgeoning sinus infection. Alex rewarded him with a light caress of his balls and a hard suck on the head of his cock, and reached down to adjust his own dick in his underwear. 

Casey moaned, as much as in despair as in pleasure. “You’re disgustidg,” he choked out, “if you get off od this. I’ve dever beed so—-beed so—-god, Alex, I’b godda sdeeze again, I’b gonna—uh—ehh—huh—god, do, it’s stuck, cough, cough, snort, snruggffffff.” 

Casey must be able to tell that Alex got off on the humiliation of being watched, because being called disgusting by the most symptomatic and contagious man he’d ever seen had him ready to come. “Can you stop sneezing long enough to come?” Alex taunted, pulling off his cock for a second. 

“I dod’t—fuckidg—probably dot—oh god, it itches, Alex, it hurts, cough cough, heh-Huh-ssshtttoo!” That one had produced a thick webbing of mucus that Casey stared at in his hands. “Ad I cad’t wipe by fuckidg dose—you’re evil, sdrrrrrffff, I’b gonna—oh god, right there, udder the head—Hssht! Hsssshtt! Heh-Shhhht! TSSST! Hattgssshiih!!” He sneezed over and over into his hands until he was splattering mucus in his lap, and meanwhile, at the very same time, his hips were bucking and twitching as Alex sucked him. 

“Blow your nose, if you want,” Alex said, pumping Casey’s now-wet cock with both hands. “You can do that.” 

“With no tish—tishCHOO! Cough cough cough cough cough, fuckkk. Uhh, uhhhh, Alex, that feels so good, snrgggfffff. I’b godda—mmmm, I’b godda—“ 

Alex could feel the pressure in Casey’s balls, the frantic twitching of his hips and his cock. He sucked harder as he felt Casey start to explode from both his groin and his nose. 

“IshTCHOO! HuhCHOO! HuhCHOO! Hattgshhhhoo!” As he sneezed, he came spectacularly down Alex’s throat, an endless double explosion that culminated in Casey flopping back on the bed in a helpless, coughing mess of snot, sweat, and come. His eyes were full of coldish tears and his face was wet with mess from his cheekbones to his neck. His nose was so red and swollen that it looked painful and hot to the touch. And his eyes were closed with bliss.

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The Experiment

Okay everybody, I have written... the most disgusting, depraved piece of snz fic I can think of, and I have decided to share it. Please be warned that this is very NSFW, very messy, very contagion, very humiliation-centric, and very medical kink. But I know a lot of you weirdos like that, so. Read on.

Part two is now here!

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“Alright, Mr. Teich,” said the scientist. “Let’s go over the details of the experiment one final time. We’re conducting a formal study on the phenomenon of sexual attraction to colds, sneezing, and illness. You have agreed to be our test subject today, and to accept the risk of being infected with a real rhinovirus. Do you understand?” 

Alex swallowed hard and nodded. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. He felt a knot of anxiety in his stomach, and, if he admitted to himself, a similar knot of arousal. “Yes,” he said finally, in case she needed verbal consent. This whole process was so strange. 

“Perfect. We’re going to hook you up to a variety of monitoring machines that will test your arousal in response to visual, aural, and physical stimuli.” 

Alex’s heart thumped in response to the word physical. Was someone sick going to sneeze on him? He hoped not. Or did he? The scientist asked him to remove his clothes so she could equip him with a heartrate monitor, sweat monitor, and, most humiliatingly of all, a loop around his penis that measured his erection. Afterwards he was allowed to put his clothes back on, but he was horribly aware that every one of his reactions was being monitored. 

“Wonderful,” said the scientist. She sounded bored. “Now you’ll be exposed to a variety of common-cold related stimuli as associated with your preferred gender of sexual interest.” She consulted her clipboard. “Male.” 

Alex swallowed again, horribly embarrassed. It was such a strange and clinical way to be called gay. “At first we’ll test a video of someone with a cold, and then we’ll move to in-person stimuli. The subject has been infected with a rhinovirus in our facility and is reaching the peak of the symptomatic phase. They are also being monitored for their own sexual response to being witnessed in a compromised and infectious state. Alright, do you understand?” 

“Yes,” Alex said, and his voice was horribly dry. He couldn’t believe this was happening. 

“Alright. I will stay here to monitor the equipment, but feel free to act as if I am not here. We’ll dim the lights and play the video now.” The lights went low, but Alex was very aware of the pretty, disinterested, and very professional woman scientist in her lab coat beside him. He was also aware that this was probably his last day not being sick with a cold for a while. Just that thought sent a little thrill through him. 

The video was played on a large screen before him, and it showed a reasonably attractive man about Alex’s same age—late twenties. He was white and a bit more filled out and muscular than Alex himself. His face was pale and his eyes glassy, and his large, roman nose was pink and swollen from abuse. His lips were parted a bit as if he was too congested to breathe through his nose. There was a slight gleam of moisture from one of his nostrils. 

Before the man on the screen moved or made any noise, Alex heard the click of the scientist turning on her voice transcription recorder. “Subject is showing early signs of arousal at the simple sight of the infected object,” she said into it. “Heartrate slightly elevated.” 

Her words made Alex blush horribly. God, he wasn’t going to be able to hide anything. 

“Umb, hi,” the man on the screen said. “I’mb baking this video as part of this experibent, srnnnnnfff.” He stopped to give a long, wet, gurgling sniffle. His voice was hoarse and congested, with no hard consonants to speak of. He sounded horribly sick. “So I guess I’mb just supposed to talk about by cold?” He gave a shallow cough. “Umb, I’ve had this cold for about three days. I was idfected with a—ahhemb—a, umb, syridge? The first day I didd’t feel buch, but the secod day I started to feel pretty buch—guh—ehh—huh—pretty shitty.”

His nose was twitching a lot now, and his breath started to catch. 

Alex heard the scientist who must have been supervising him say in a low, comforting voice, “You can sneeze any time you need to, Casey.”

The man—Casey—waved off his handler. “I’mb fide. So yeah, the secodd day I started feelidg bad. Codgested, sdiffly, and dow—oh shit—eh-SHHUGH.” He brought up a crumpled wad of tissues to muffle a gigantic wet sneeze at the very last second. Then he groaned into the tissues. “Sorry.” 

“It’s perfectly fine,” said the scientist off screen. 

Alex’s own scientist handler said into her mic, “The subject is showing advancing signs of sexual arousal. Heartrate is rising. Sweat beginning. Physical discomfort in seat. Slight swelling of the genital area.” 

Alex blushed hard, feeling like his face was on fire. He hated knowing that this woman could tell everything about his shameful attraction to this man’s disgusting, beautiful cold. But he also… didn’t hate it? It was confusing. 

On the screen, Casey rubbed his tired, puffy eyes. “No, I’b fide,” he said to his handler, but then coughed into his fist. “I just dod’t kdnow—what else do you wadt me to talk about?” 

“You can talk about your cold,” the scientist said. “But you can also talk about something else and we’ll simply record how the cold shows up for you.” 

“Umb, okay. Cad I have a tissue first, though?” 

“Of course, Mr. Smith.”

“Add it’s okay to blow my dose on here?”

“You should treat your nose however you need to. The goal is to test your responses.” 

A disembodied hand gave Casey a box of tissues, which he grabbed with enthusiasm. Alex noticed that he grabbed two at once, as if one tissue wouldn’t be enough for his nose. And clearly it wasn’t; when he brought the tissues to his sore, red nose, he let loose such a torrent of a nose blow—wet and sodden and gurgling with infected snot—that the tissues were instantly soaked. 

Alex’s scientist said, “Subject has a pronounced reaction to object blowing his nose. Erection now swollen by one inch in diameter.”

“Shit,” Alex whispered, humiliated. He had liked hearing and seeing the poor man blow his nose. He didn’t need it rubbed in his face. 

“Sorry,” Casey said on the screen, gulping air through his mouth, “I thidk I’b godda sdeeze agaid---ehh—ih—hg-SSCHNTZ!” he stifled the sneeze fiercely, directing the spray into the clump of used tissues, but Alec could still hear how wet it was. 

“Subject has reached 120 heartbeats per minute,” said the scientist. “Alex, are you ready for the in-person encounter?” 

Alex shifted in his seat. He was keenly aware that his cock was about to start pressing visibly against his jeans, and he was also aware that he was about to be infected with what looked like a truly terrible cold. He swallowed. “Yeah, I guess so.” 

The scientist spoke into an intercom. “You can bring the symptomatic subject into the room now.” 

Alex heard the sound of a distant door opening and closing, and the screen that showed Casey and his scientist was shut off. A minute later, they appeared in real life: the scientist nondescript in his white coat and mask, and Casey miserable and incandescent with cold. It was clear right away that he was much sicker than he had seemed on the video. All the details were sharper. His lips were chapped, but far worse than that, his nose was swollen and red and chapped, the delicate skin between his nostrils starting to peel. He clutched a handful of soggy tissues in one hand, and his lips were parted to let him breathe. He clearly couldn’t get any air through his stuffed-up nose at all. 

“Hi,” he said to Alex, his voice deep and hoarse. “I’b Casey. I guess you probably dod’t wadt to shake hadds, huh?” 

He tried to laugh in a self-deprecating way, but it caught in his throat, making him cough. Lightly at first, but then hard, with a wet crackle of congestion in his chest. He tried fervently to cover his mouth with the tissues, but it was clearly he was in a deeply unsanitary way. Alex’s face was probably bright red. 

“The subject’s erection has swollen another half inch,” said his scientist in a business-like tone. “This reaction is uncommon for the coughing symptom.” 

Fuck. Alex blushed even brighter. He forced himself to speak. “Hi,” he said, his voice creaking for a different reason. “I’m Alex. You must be—um, you must be feeling really crappy.” 

Casey huffed, making him cough a little again. “I guess you could say thad,” he managed. “I’b so stuffed up I cad barely sdeeze, but I still feel like it all the---heh—oh shit—all the--heh—HEH-GNSSST!” He doubled in half with the force of his sneeze, which was stifled not so much because he held it back but because it was so choked with mucus. The mess poured from his nose in infected, opaque strands, overflowing the tissues and smearing over his hand. 

“B-bless you,” Alex stammered. He looked down and saw that his cock was now visibly pressing up against the fly of his jeans. Shit. 

“Thadks, sdnrrrrrrrffff,” Casey sniffled. He helplessly wiped his face and hands with the soaked tissues, which had the effect of smearing the mess around rather than cleaning him up. “Umb, cad I get some bore tissues?” 

His scientist looked around. “Oh no—Casey, I’m terribly sorry, but I seem to have left the tissues in the video room. That wasn’t my intention.” 

Casey sniffled again—a deep, crackling-wet breath that spoke of furiously clogged sinuses. There was a slick trail across his philtrum and lips. Alex’s heartbeat was throbbing between his legs. “Umb, okay,” he said, clearly a bit at a loss. “Could we get sobe bore?” 

The scientist looked genuinely contrite. “I’m afraid that Dr. Patterson and I have to be present for the duration of the experiment, so we can’t leave. You’ll have to hold on till then.” 

Casey reached up and rubbed his nose hard back and forth against the back of his hand, eliciting a loud clicking, squelching nose from all the wetness within. He was breathing audibly through parted lips. “Ogay,” he said, voice more wrecked than ever. “But I’b defiditely goidg to be baking a bess, thed.” He coughed. It was clear that longer sentences make him out of breath. “How lodg does the experibedt go od?” 

Dr. Patterson looked up from her clipboard in a cursory way. “10 more minutes,” she said. “Or until you or Mr. Teich ask to stop. Are you requesting a halt to the experiment?” 

Casey, for some reason, looked at Alex, as if wanting his opinion. Alex didn’t know how to tell him that he wanted more than anything to stay in this room with Casey and his horrible, messy, contagious cold for as long as possible. He shrugged, and then shook his head. 

Casey smiled at him, which made Alex’s stomach twist a little with pleasure. “I guess we’re stickidg it out, thed,” Casey said, coughing again, “so I hope you’re ready for this to get bessy, cough-cough-cough.”

“We understand,” Alex said, his own voice thin. “You’re sick, you can’t help it.”

Casey’s face was already contracting in a dazed, sneezy expression, his eyes fluttering shut. “Do, I ree-heh—ally-- Hd'gsssshiih! Guh, my god, I really cad’t.” The sneeze had sent a torrent of snot down his face again and tears gathering at the corners of his eyes.

Alex was about to say something, to drown out the sound of the scientist saying, “The uninfected subject is now fully erect, sweat pronounced,” but Casey raised his hand as if to halt then both, as if to say, I’m not done. “Oh my-- Hdjissssssshuh!” He burst out. There was snot dripping off his chin, his fingers. He looked wrecked. The sneeze sent him spontaneously into a fit of chesty, crackling coughing. Alex looked down and to his horror, saw a wet spot of precome on his pants. He could almost see himself throbbing. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to come in his underwear in front of Casey and the scientists. “The symptomatic subject’s sneezing fit has produced a very pronounced arousal response in the uninfected subject,” said the scientist, marking it on her clipboard. 

For the first time, Casey looked down and caught sight of Alex’s state: strapped into devices that measured his every reaction; his face scorching red with humiliation; the huge tent in his pants and leak of precise that demonstrated his arousal. 

At being looked at, Alex’s face blushed even harder, and his cock twitched. He looked back at Casey’s snotty, mouth-breathing gaze. 

“Dabmn,” Casey said in his gravely congested voice, “This really does do it for you, doesd’t it? Guh.” He lifted his elbow and coughed into it, the sound getting deeper and wetter. He had to sniffle before he spoke again. “I bead, i’b dot judgidg, believe be. I get the experibedt. I just—eh—gihh—”  His chest was rising and falling like crazy as his breath hitched. His huge, red, gleaming nose was twitching. “I just—AshHiisgggshhhhh!” He erupted into his cupped hands, the strands of mess thick and dangling from his poor nose. “‘Scuse be. I just—cough cough—cad’t relate. Doesd’t get be goidg.” 

Alex swallowed convulsively, his face ever hotter with shame. “Yeah,” he said, and his voice squeaked. “Sorry. I’m not trying to—”

The scientist said quietly, as if to herself, “The patient’s blood pressure continues to climb, erection reaching pain threshold.” 

Casey waved his hand to signify don’t worry, then moved it up to swipe at his still wet nose with the back of his wrist. “Do, stop,” he said. “I, uh, cough cough, I like that you like it. Sorry—” His eyes had started to flutter as he gasped for breath again. His nose twitched and ran in a stream down to his mouth, his breath loud and clouded with congestion, and the sneeze seemed to be there, but he abruptly sighed. “Lost it,” he muttered, breaking into a stuttering cough. “Dabmn, though, are you sure you wadt to do this? This cold is—snrfff—absolutely brutal, bmadn.”  

Alex swallowed again. “To be honest, I don’t mind at all. But I am sorry if you’re uncomfortable. With the cold, or with—” mortified, he gestured to his groin. 

Casey smiled, a little leer in it despite how bloodshot and rheumy his eyes were. “I dod’t kdow if this is allowed, but do you wadt be to do sobethidg about that? I could—I could—oh god it’s—ehhh—back—ehSHUGHHHH!” He sneezed openly, nothing to cover it, as infected, contagious snot flew everywhere, all over Casey, all over Alex, and all over the scientist in his hazmat suit. As it happened, Alex felt a building, giddy heat in his balls, a pressure that overwhelmed him, and all at once, before he knew what was happening, he came in his pants. The stain of it was unmistakable on his jeans. 

“Oh my god,” he groaned, hiding his humiliated face with his hands. 

“Wow,” said Casey. He was staring at Alex, not doing a thing to clean up his disgusting face. 

“Now, I think,” said the scientist, “you may have some tissues.” 

[hetchiew]

I’ve been *DYING* to listen to you and your girlfriends wav

inducing my girlfriend @sapphicsnzs with chhinkni made BOTH of us extremely sneezy per the laws of my nose and honeymoon rhinitis…let’s just say i tried So hard to hold back and let her doing the sneezing but we ended up taking turns sneezing all over each other :) i hope you enjoy, hopefully we’ll be able to record some better wavs in the future 

also i’m so sorry that the audio quality is awful AND my sneezes sound really weird because i was stuffy from a cold + that combined with trying to hold back while my gf induced made my attempts at stifling sound a lot different than my normal sneezes….so i’m very insecure about this wav on top of being shy about the honeymoon rhinitis aspect so…be nice pls