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guys, I can’t be going through these experiences

CW: kinda self obs, no real sneeze, lots of yapping, I was unknowingly being tortured.

tldr: my friend did my makeup, touched my nose a lot, and god laughed upon me in my misery.

I went over to my friends for a little girls night in (except we weren’t all girls but you know the vibe) okay, normal, fine, cool. One of my friends asks to do my makeup and I agree. I personally don’t wear makeup, but ofc I’d let my friend doll me up, cause it’s all in good fun. She puts all the stuff on there, the primer, foundation, contour, blush, then she gets to blending it because she likes to essentially paint the face with the makeup and blend it all together. Don’t know if that’s normal makeup stuff or not but that’s not the point. she gets to my nose. I’m not a filthy human being so I’m trying to be normal about it. It’s not her fault my brain is silly and touching my nose makes me horny. And really, I thought I’d be just fine because it’s gonna be a make up sponge on my nose.

I was so wrong. A different friend ended snatching the makeup sponge right before she could blend in everything on my nose. And my wonderful, headstrong, impatient friend of mine says she’s just gonna blend it with her hands because we’re not going out anyways, it doesn’t matter if it doesn’t blend great.

so here I am, helpless, with my extremely attractive friend leaning in close to me, rubbing my nose, blending in the makeup. Running her index finger and thumb over my nose bridge, patting the highlighter onto the tip of it. I’m trying my best to think normal thoughts because I don’t want to sexualize my friends like that when they don’t even know what they’re doing. To make it worse my nose starts running, so I sniffle a little and I have to pull away and wipe my nose every so often. Not helping my situation at all because on top of having a sneeze kink I also have a humiliation kink, and boy was I humiliated. My other friends were giggling as I explained I just wasn’t used to the sensation.

That’s not even it. I begin to get itchy and kinda sneezy as she’s dabbing highlighter on the tip of my nose. And I guess she could tell because she chuckled, asked “are you gonna sneeze?” And proceeded to rub my nose, and I mean rub my nose. Like pinch my nostrils and rub the skin there thoroughly. Then she laughed again, and said “sorry I had to.”

I’m already horny as fuck as hard as I’m trying not to be. And I can’t even catch a break because she then grabs me by the chin, tilts my head up, and proceeds to touch my lips via dabbing tinted lip balm over my lips very thoroughly.

god was testing my self control last night between the nose touching, humiliation, and lip touching.

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Sooo someone requested I do some apologetic sneezing… and well, I was kinda h0rny at the moment and took it a step further… *NSFW warning and kinda LOUD

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Overheard from one particularly sniffly person at a crowded, ratty house party

As a fun snzblr project in collab with @sky-snz, here is the script from their recent popular post interpreted as a wav!

Lots of fun spellings and noises and italicized syllables - hope I managed to do it all justice :^)

pls read my bio/pinned post before interacting‼

in the likely event of tumblr's video player being sh*t, break glass below

audio only version -

youtube version - https://youtu.be/tZPTT3fTPZE

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Vampires.

I cannot escape the idea I had while day dreaming the other day, so now I’m sharing it. Here’s how my silly little thought process went.

vampires suck blood. Cool.

mosquitoes suck blood. Less cool.

mosquitoes use proteins in their spit that make the bite not clot, making sucking blood easier.

vampires don’t seem to have to suck real hard to get blood from their victims, probably also have proteins.

the proteins in a mosquito’s spit is what causes our immune system to react and makes the bite itch.

A vampire’s bite would itch like fuck. On the neck too. With two puncture areas. Ugh.

yeah, that was one of my thoughts on the two hour drive I took to get with my family for thanksgiving. It’s been bothering me because I have no one to share it with.

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some kinda messy ones!!! induced w chhinkni and wow it wrecked me then left me solidly congested for the rest of the evening!

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cw: spray, nose blowing, m🏳️‍⚧️sneezing

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i was dming with @nostrildamus who pointed out that i hadn't given you all the full experience of being the sneezy princess's loyal subject, having to kneel in front of her while she sneezes freely. those sneezes are so big and itchy they snap her right in half, down towards the loyal subject kneeling before her.

cw for mess towards the end

(link)

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I am barking and rattling my cages. Love this so much, Ty for feeding me.

heyyyyy I’m feral at the moment and just gonna slip into your asks with a art request (:

Kanai having a sudden sneeze while looking over Al’s shoulder to see something he’s showing him on his phone. And Kanai not having the time to cover so just sneezes into Al’s neck. And Al just pausing for a second, being stunned. And then just melting in horny bliss. Just the thot doing something to ahhhhhh.

Also I stalk the whole art post liking everyone I missed TvT so sorry for the notification clog.

Ahhhh, Blankie! Kezzie and I have missed you, friend! 😭😭

Ive basically lobotomized myself with depression while I’ve been homeless the past few months, so I’m so sorry it took me a week and a half to finish your req 😭😭 I’m also so sorry it’s not the best and lacks dialogue cause I have a pile of mush for brains but I at least hope it at least satisfies your feral urges for the Hellboys 🩶✨

P.s. PLEASE NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR A NOTIFICATION SPAM, I seriously live for people flooding me with love, as your friendly neighborhood geezus has been going THRU IT the past few months and could really use the encouragement 😭😭😭

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Idk if this is the right place to ask but umm... anybody knows any snz fucker guys with soft, cute sneezes? Bonus points if they stifle and/or add a soft "chuu" sound in the end. Asking for, umm, a friend...

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just snatching to keep close don’t mind me.

Hey would you be willing to give some good snz poses? I feel like it’s just so hard to find references

Yes!! :3 I tried to do a range but ofc there's like an infinite variety! I love gestural art so this was an absolute blast to draw lol

did some hands as well, in case that is needed

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🤒🥶💞 with a sick tim please!! preferably with TimKon

anon, i see you and i hear you. one timkon coming right up.

this is a sneeze kink drabble avert your eyes if you dare ! cw for fever and a little mess

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Tim shuddered from the top of his spine down to his legs, the ache plaguing his body and making all movement impossible. A large hand brushed the sweaty bangs out of his face, the back of it gently pressing against his forehead for a moment. Someone whined.

It was disgustingly cold, so much his bones ached, but he couldn't seem to stop sweating. He swallowed, the feeling like hot sand scraping down his trachea. Words dissipated in his brain, another high whine ringing in his ears. Please be quiet, he begged, reaching out to grasp the blankets covering him. Let everything be quiet. Something cold touched his cheek, and he shivered, turning away with the bit of autonomy he had left. The bitter taste in his mouth had long turned sticky and nauseating.

"Uhnn," he groaned.

Everything was so painful. Thinking was painful. His thoughts melded into a long line; every word screamed inside his skull, cracking his temples. Heat radiated from his face. Every thrum of his temples sobered him for a fraction of a moment. Discomfort seeped into his arms, his back. His eyes cracked open, blue orbs bleary with disorientation. A cough clawed its way up his throat, loud and punishing. Too tired to cover, his eyebrows furrowed weakly as his lungs attempted to expel the sickness spreading through him.

...Tim, a voice called.

"hhhahH! hh'aRRSSHh-eu!..."

A cold hand snaked its way up his back. A tear slipped down his cheek.

"Hurts," someone groaned. Tim's heart tightened with the plea. Who was crying? Why was no one helping?

kfffh kFFFHhK!!

More hands. Hands peeling away the blanket, hands running up his shirt. He shivered, the hairs on his body standing on end. Even that hurt.

"...Entirely too hot...bring fever down...and call Leslie..."

"eh-JSCCHH'n!..."

"...Time. Pick up some medicine..."

The voices melted into each other, soft, mumbling, incoherent. Impossible for Tim's scrambled mind to put together. The sharp sound of the door closing hurt his brain. Something wet was laid across his forehead, and he slowly reached up to touch it, shifting it.

"Hey, shh," the low voice rumbled. "You need to keep this on."

The heat plaguing Tim's body brought tears to his eyes. He was horribly flushed, breaths coming in desperate little pants. He tried to move, his voice straining as he whimpered.

"Oh, no, don't cry, little wing," the voice coaxed. A rough thumb brushed his tears away.

"hhuhh, hhehh... hn. hiieh- hap'tschHu'n! -isSHHhYEw!" 

Tim opened his eyes, muscle memory kicking in when he tried to turn away, placing a shaky hand on Kon's bicep.

"That's okay," Kon soothed as Tim struggled against him.

Tim's nostrils flared as he took a ragged gasp, snapping his head to the side with a particularly wrenching sneeze. He grimaced in the aftermath.

"Bless you," a smile played on Kon's lips. He held Tim's face with a cool hand, thumb moving back and forth on his boyfriend's tear-streaked face.

Tim's body registered weight shifting around him, his eyes slipping closed once again. Kon shushed him as he lay beside him, tugging the cool sheet higher over Tim's shivering frame. The taller man drew him close, spooning him as he nuzzled his hair. Despite being sweaty and warm, Tim smelled like he'd recently showered. Kon smiled. It was very like Tim to smell like fresh sheets and vanilla.

Kon felt his boyfriend's back expand against his chest. Oh?

"hhtT-DSSCCHh!"

"Bless-"

"hHuh'GSSCCHh'n!! Unh..." Tim rubbed his nose harshly with a shaky hand.

Kon held his breath. Electricity crackled in his chest.

"huuh! hhn... nnnh, sqshsqcksqk... snfk! hihH! hhAhH! .. hff, nnngg..." Tim whined, hopelessly itchy. The sneeze toyed with him mercilessly, his whole face blooming with the need to sneeze. He shook his head side to side, nose twitching as his breathing came uneven. His hitching breaths seemed to interrupt each other, stuttering against the next sneeze as his chest rose and fell with each gasp.

"hhHuhhDT-! h...? Hn... sqcksqksck, huhhhn. HH! hhheh?! ha..."

"Trouble?"

Tim barely registered the voice over the sounds of him punishing his sinuses with a firm palm. His nose was an irritated shade of red, running onto his top lip. His face contorted, the tickle all-consuming.

"Here," Kon gently felt the tip of Tim's nose with his fingertip, triggering a sharp gasp.

"I know," Kon blushed, the intimacy startlingly new. At any other time, Tim would have hated for anyone to see him in this state, much less help him in such an embarrassing way. Kon reminded himself that he was only trying to alleviate his boyfriend's itch. He ignored the way his heartbeat quickened inside his chest.

Kon massaged a gentle knuckle under Tim's septum, pushing the tip of his nose up ever so slightly with each stroke. A low whine escaped Tim's throat, his pale fingers gripping the sheet in tickly surrender. Kon massaged Tim's nostrils using his thumb and forefinger, lightly pinching them shut as he worked to quell the itch in Tim's sinuses. The older man's mouth dropped open obediently, unable to breathe through his nose. He continued as Tim's breaths became more erratic, wet nostrils flaring against his fingertips. Kon felt the warm puffs of his boyfriend's breaths on his palm, the previous electricity dropping to his stomach. Fuck. What was wrong with him? More importantly, what did this mean?

He blinked to clear his mind, focusing on the task at hand. His thumb pressed against a particularly sensitive part of Tim's nose, and a few tickly coughs tumbled out before-

"hhEhHhD'sSShHH!! AE'SCCHHeu! haa... HIH!? HHN'DSSCCHeuw!!" The rough triple sprayed against Kon's palm, desperate and wet. Kon could only stifle a surprised yelp as the heat in his body threatened to move to his groin.

"huuehH'yhHSCHHht! uhh, USSHHheuh!! ERRHSCHhhn! ADJ'SCHHHh-oo!"

The Kryptonian remained a pillar of support as Tim shuddered again, his back pressing into Kon's chest with each sneeze. A satisfied groan signaled the end of the ordeal, and Tim sank back into Kon's warmth, exhausted and nearly asleep.

Kon-el withdrew his fingers, shiny with spit and undoubtedly a little snot, reaching for a tissue with his free hand.

A nudge startled him out of his skin. Kon held his breath as Tim leaned into his touch, like a moth to a flame, needily moving his nose against Kon's waiting fingers. The man sniffled, nose scrunching underneath Kon's pointer as he paused, taking an impatient breath.

"Nngg..."

Fuck. There was just no way Kon could deal with this. He blushed furiously, eyes wide as Tim helped himself to the cool touch of Kon's fingertips. Feverish, he whimpered again, rubbing his nose more insistently on the knuckle of his thumb, sniffling as his nose left a shiny trail of mess in its wake.

"Woah," Kon whispered dryly as he stifled another yelp. Snapping out of his shock, he messaged the tip of Tim's nose, smirking when it earned him an appreciative sigh.

"Bless you."

"huhn.. -rrR'SSSHh'eu!! rRFFH'SCHhhuh!" Tim sneezed roughly, the cloth on his forehead slipping off as he sank into the pillow. His breathing slowed, and a comfortable quiet filled the room. Kon listened to his heartbeat, the steady thrum of it nearly lulling him to sleep. A nap seemed to be underway. Kon-el kissed Tim's shoulder as he began to slip into a stuffy, satisfied sleep.

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question for the sneezers

Please reblog, I want to see how a good portion of us feel. I have a very sneezy observation but I don’t want to do something wrong.

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ok, I don’t typically reblog stuff. But I’m screaming, kicking my feet. I love these two. So so much. And the art is wonderful and the description is fantastic. Thank you @aller-geez and @thekinkyleopard for your wonderful ocs. And for always taking my requests.

Let’s pretend the background isn’t such shitty quality compared to the 5 MB drawing……. 😂😂

Part 1 / ???? of Elex’s Chaotic Caretaking of S7en that @iwanttoleavethisblankbuticant suggested yesterday…..

Blankie, you should know by now that any suggestion/request you make to myself or Kezzie always gets taken way further than you probably intended….. whoops, sorry not sorry 👾

(If you were looking for a fic instead, maybe Kezzie can find some time for a short drabble after she finishes How The Wolf Snuffed Christmas at the least, if she loves us enough…. 😏🥰)

Besides his feline allergies, Sven has an impeccable, kick-ass immune system that has no problem maintaining his health year round, which is also encouraged by his boyfriend, Elex’s germaphobia..

But once or twice a year (give or take), there’s always a particularly nasty bug that manages to smash it’s way through his body’s tight defenses, which ultimately always quickly turns into bronchitis or pneumonia and nestles deep within his lungs to camp out.

More often times than not, at some point he needs to be hospitalized for at least a few hours to help him breathe more easily, sometimes not voluntarily. The last time he was sick was at the beginning of his relationship with Elex, and he had suddenly passed out from lack of oxygen while the two watched a movie together on opposite ends of the couch, trying to avoid passing his illness to his then new boyfriend. When he finally came to, he was lying in an unfamiliar hospital bed, and Elex was sitting on the chair that sat beside it, his gaze locked intensely on Sven’s.

As soon as he saw Sven’s eyes finally peel open, Elex was already putting him through the wringer.

He would never admit it, but such a traumatic experience left Elex reeling, paranoid that if the cat were to get sick again, this time would surely be the end for him. Sven tried to reassure him, but the badger would have no part of it.

So of course, when his morning fit routine of his ordinary 6-10 rapid kitten-ish sneezes were replaced by two, loud pronounced sneezes with all of the enunciation on the uncharacteristically gaspy build ups, he felt his heart skip a few beats. He tried to swallow his fear in order to pry details from the quite obviously sickly Cheshire Cat—

But his efforts at a nonchalant, care-free but also (a healthy amount of) concerned demeanor was instantly wiped away when he laid eyes on his downtrodden boyfriend and between breathless, harsh coughs was able to hear his lungs crack as if they were already filled to the brim with wet cement.

At least Sven knows the apparent hostility that Elex exudes is simply a mask to hide his genuine concern for the feline’s well-being 🖤🥺

More Svelex & the badger’s chaotic caretaking based on this same scenario to come~

@thekinkyleopard owns Elex~

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little collection of my brain tangles, relating to my OCs that I previously abandoned… part 3

Headpats, Love, And Sickness

Some cozy domestic caretaking amongst my boys. TW: probably swearing, mentions of sex, trauma, crappy writing, not proof read, two sneezes. there are two sneezes…. Two. I should just become a whump writer at this point. Sneezes aren’t sneezing. Also I wrote this a few days ago while horribly sleep deprived and phasing in and out of consciousness. I barely remember what I wrote and it probably sucks. But ✨content✨

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"-hey, you okay?" 

Asher snaps back into reality at those words and the pat on his head. Hazy eyes look up at Mackie.

"Oh, yeah. Just a bit out of it." Asher responds finally, giving a sheepish grin. He blinks and tries to clear the fog from his vision. Asher takes in his surroundings, to ground himself and get his head straight. Knox was siting on the couch. Vex was sitting on the other side of the couch, far away from Knox. Mackie had been sitting between the two but was now standing beside him. Asher himself was sitting alone on the rocking recliner. 

"The meds are making you sleepy, huh?" Mackie guesses, a soft smile on his face as he looks down on his obviously not all there friend. 

"Mmm, more like… fuzzy." Asher mumbles. Blue eyes meet green eyes, then Mackie pats his head once more and goes back to his spot between Knox and Vex. There he sits, being a peace maker between hot heads and leaving Asher to rest. 

Asher doesn’t know when he fell asleep, but he knows when he woke up. Or, more so what he woke up too.

"Xchuu! Tchu!" He feels his body snap forwards twice before he’s even aware he’s sneezing. By the time he thinks through his clouded brain, his wrist is coated in a think layer of saliva. 

"Ugh…" Asher groans at himself. Then he swipes a tissue from the box tucked beside him. He cleans his wrist up, then his irritated nose. Once he’s gotten hisself somewhat under control, Asher looks up at the rest of them. They’d all moved slightly. Mackie was leaning into Vex, and Knox was reclined on his seat of the couch. Vex had stopped playing video games with Knox and Mackie, now opting to read his book. Still, the room had that same comfy feel to it. No one seemed to mind his fit of sneezing. He was just there. And Asher was fine with it. Honestly, this felt better to him then how he spent most of his Friday nights. This was better then being naked in bed with a stranger, smelling of booze and not remembering how he got there. Just going through the motions. Letting his body be pleasured as his mind was numbed and dulled. This was better then that. Just being in the presence of friends while feeling a bit under the weather. The soft crinkle of paper as Vex closes his book. The clicking of buttons on Mackie’s and Knox’s switches. The tune that Mackie hums under his breath subconsciously. All these sounds are the sounds of home, not some random stranger’s moans. 

Asher got so caught up in his own thoughts he didn’t realize that Vex had closed his book so he could get up and got to the kitchen. Mackie was moved to Knox’s side and Vex stood and walked to the kitchen. There was the clink of metal and after a while the screech of a kettle. Soon Vex reentered the living room, two cups of tea in had. In his way to his own seat, he sets one of the cups in the coffee table near Asher. Without a stop in his strides he goes back to his spot on the couch. Not a word on the kind act he just did, not a look. Asher had realized this is how Vex is nice. He does stuff for other’s physical. His words always sing one tune, but his actions have always sung a much softer melody. 

Asher smiles to himself as he drinks the tea, it soothing his throat. To spare Vex the embarrassment, he doesn’t thank him out loud. Vex had obviously not wanted Mackie’s and Knox’s attention on him. So Asher shoots him a quick text of thanks, and continues drinking his tea. He had made love plenty of times, but he felt more loved now then ever.

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~welp, this haaas been on the back-burner for a while, but I was too shy to post it ><  So here you guys go! Looots of subby moaning, talking, wet sneezes, and an explosive end 👀

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little collection of my brain tangles, relating to my OCs that I previously abandoned… part 2

Wow, I wrote again. Who would have thunk it. Just an fyi these posts aren’t connected beyond they have my oc’s in them. This is just my one shots for my oc’s basically. Anyways on with the fic. Hopefully this one won’t be neglected like part 1…. Hopefully.

TW: swearing, gay, sickness, coughing, brief mention of parental induced mental trauma and neglect, one sneeze (I’m sorry, my brain isn’t braining on the sneeze stuff idk why it just wants to write fluff and angst…)

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Knox woke up with scratchy throat. Nothing to horrible. It could be put to ease with sips of water though out his day. It wasn’t an inconvenience, it wasn’t a problem. He didn’t pay much mind to it. That was then. Now it’s now. And his throat hurts. It takes up all of his focus, he coughing constantly and he can feel the beginnings of an itch in his sinuses. Least to say, Knox was not having a good time. He didn’t particularly want to go to the doctors, it took a long time, most the time nothing was really wrong with him, it was a long drive, sitting in the germ infested lobby probably would only give him more illness. But he would go if he needed to. With that in mind, he wondered out into the living room. There he spotted Mackie.

“Ma-” he immediately starts to cough and hack, doing so into the cuff of his sleeve.

“Mackie” he finishes, his voice so scratchy Mackie could hear his pain. Between the hacking coughs and the pitiful state of his roommate, Knox had all his attention.

“Yeah?” Mackie questions.

“Can you look at my tonsils?” Knox’s chokes out.

“Sure, come’er” Mackie says, using his soft voice that is reserved for vulnerable matters alone.

Knox nodes and stumbles up to the couch where Mackie’s sitting. Tiredly he sits down beside him. 

“Come on, lay your head down bub.” Mackie coos gently, patting his lap. 

Knox hums in response and lays down on the couch, head resting on Mackie’s lap. 

“Say ‘ahhh’” Mackie whispers fondly, looking down at him with a soft smile.

Knox’s starts too. Then his breath hitches and he turns his head to the left so he’s facing away from Mackie. He hitches for about a minute, Mackie waiting patiently. But the sneeze never comes. After a minute or so, Knox tentatively moves his head so he’s facing upwards once again. Then he opens his mouth for Mackie to take a look.

Mackie, not saying a word but understanding, leans over Knox and looks down his throat. Sure enough, his tonsils are swollen and inflamed. 

“Poor thing…” Mackie coos, stroking his head.

“You ought to go to the doctor.” Mackie adds, a certain gentleness in his voice. 

Knox turns his head to look at Mackie

“Yeah-” Knox starts but the once forgotten sneeze rears it’s head all of a sudden. 

“Hurrshchu!” Knox snaps forward with a sneeze, right into Mackie’s uncovered belly, having been wearing only his binder.

“Shit. Sorry.” Knox mumbles, sounding disappointed in himself.

“I didn’t mean too-” but he’s cut off.

“Aww, it’s alright. Your sick, it’s to be expected. I just want you feeling better.” Mackie interrupts.

“Now, how about I call you in a doctors appointment. Then I’ll drive you there. That sound good?” 

All Knox could do is nod his head as tears well up in his eyes. He hadn’t ever been taken care of like this. From the time he turned 10 Knox had been expected to do things for himself because he’s a man. 

Maybe it was the fever, maybe it was just a freak occurrence. But Knox let a few tears slip as Mackie called and made an appointment for him. 

The soonest he could go was tomorrow morning, so Knox began to get up and go to his room. Mackie had other plans.  He looped his arm around Knox waist and pulled him back down.

“Where do you think you’re going? You can’t just cry then expect me not to cuddle you.” Mackie says with a grin.

Knox wanted to say so many words of thanks but his throat wouldn’t allow it. So he just nods and sinks back into Mackie.

 Not long later Asher and Vex get home from their separate work places. 

“Wha??? Cuddles without me? How dare. Move your feet, I’m joining.” Asher announces. 

“I’m sick” Knox’s warns.

“That doesn’t mean you can pick your feet up for two seconds so I can sit down.” Asher say with a smile. Knox giggles lightly, the giggles quickly turning into coughs. Once he’s done coughing and laughing, he picks his feet up and Asher slips under him. Now Knox is laying on top of the both of them, feet in Asher’s lap where he teasingly tickles him, head in Mackie’s lap where he plays with his hair. And where’s Vex in all this? He’s in the kitchen, scrolling through Walmarts app and preemptively buying soups for when they all inevitably get sick.

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little collection of my brain tangles, relating to my OCs that I previously abandoned… part 1

Yooo I actually wrote something! Bare with me because I’m not a good writer and I’m a visual thinker. So when I think of these stories, they’re in WEB/TOON form in my brain. Then I have to translate all that into words. It’s a painful process for me. But I actually wrote and it feels good

I’m sorry if the story makes literally no sense. It’s hard for me to get the world I built down.

TW: swearing, male arousal, sneeze, slight mess, gay. It’s not letting me add a cut again I’m sorryyyyy. ——————————————————————— the whole crew (Vex, Mackie, Knox, Asher) all being going out to eat. They get seated, order there food and drinks, and just bask in the coziness of the little diner they’re in. Mackie, being unable to sit still to save his life, begins the fidget with the condiments on the table. “the hell are you doing?” Vex asks him incredulously, cocking an eyebrow at him. “deciding what condiments I’m gonna use when I eat your knee caps.” Replies the gremlin with a happy smile. Vex just scoffs and looks at the other two people at the table. Knox is looking over at Asher’s phone as Asher mindlessly scrolls. Vex doesn’t particularly like talking, but he wishes someone would say something. Or something would at least happen. He shouldn’t have wished that.

Mackie, in his fidgeting, knocks over the pepper shaker. No damage seems to be done. Nothing spilt, so Mackie just picks it up, puts it back with the salt, then continues fidgeting with a ketchup bottle. a few minutes pass until they notice that the pepper shaker did have some effect. “*hih*” the tiniest, breathy-ist hitch comes from Knox. It flys right over Mackie’s head. But Vex and Asher are both hyper aware of it immediately. “you good there, big man?” Asher asks tentatively, wondering if he’s in for a show. He can’t help the smirk that pulls it’s way across his face.

“yeah. Nose itches a bit.” Knox mutters, not paying much mind to the question. But those words fill Vex full of dread. And Asher full of anticipation.

“oh? Why’s that? What’s bothering your nose?” Asher presses, smirking. “I don’t fucking know. That pepper shaker dust whatever. When Mackie knocked it over. Sent little bits all up in the air. It just makes my sinuses buzz.” Knox says with a shrug. Vex wanted to curl up and die. All this nose talk had his mind going places he wished it wouldn’t go. Especially over Knox! He hated Knox. But fuck. That kinda talk was doing something to him.

“just blow your fucking nose, dip shit” Vex hisses. “stop being an asshole. I don’t need to blow my nose. You can shut the fuck up if your getting mad at me for just existing.” Knox growls.

Vex just rolls his eyes and turns his head to his left, facing Mackie. Vex hoped that would be the last of it. A new conversation would pick up, he’d calm down and soon eat food then go back home where he could sulk. But of course that wish didn’t come true. Soon vex could hear the faint squelching sound of someone, Knox, rubbing his nose. Curiosity killed the cat and Vex looked up at Knox, only to find him rubbing circular motion into his irritated red nose. Vex was all too aware of Knox suddenly. He forces his eyes back to Mackie. He forces his eyes to stay on Mackie even when he hears another hitch come from Knox.

“hehh… hii.. fuck me” Knox groans under his breath.

“My dick would like to” Vex thinks to himself, very much annoyed at Knox and his sensitive nose. I mean, who even sneezes because some peppery air exists. And why must it drag out so long? If it was a one and done sneeze then Vex could manage himself. But no. He just doesn’t have that luxury.

“Daddy chill~” Asher says in response to Knox’s murmuring. Asher smiles cheekily at Knox who just rolls his eyes. “shut up. Both y’all” Vex says through gritted teeth. “both of us?? What the hell did I doooo heh! Hiiihhhh mmmm, fuck. Heh.. heeh. Ah!…nhg.. shit, fucking lost it..” moans and groans Knox.

Vex wants to not exist. Even more he wishes Knox didn’t exist. He could feel the urge for his hand to go to his crotch. But he refused to palm himself here and now, especially to Knox.

“Aww, what’s your nose doing? Can’t handle the mildest spices” Mackie teases.

Knox huffs and goes back to rubbing his nose. “I guess. This stupid tickle just won’t leave.” Knox moans. With a thick sniffle that makes Vex want to decapitate himself even more, Knox sniffs back up the mucus building in his sinuses that’s trying desperately to roll down his upper lip.

“just go to the fucking bathroom and blow your nose and get your shit together” Vex growls.

“yeah? I ought to drag you with me and beat your ass while I’m at it.” Knox says back with a scowl. “…” Knox’s words put a whole plethora of ideas in his head, non of which he wants to do with Knox. “no.” Vex says finally. An awkward silence falls amongst the group. But it’s quickly filled with Knox’s hitches.

“heh hiiii… hehehe! Hehh. Ahh.. ahhh.. he-hehhhh…. Ngh… heeehhh. Hiiihhhh. Mmmm~ fuck… ehhh… hih-hih-hhheehh.” Knox hitches, sounding an awful lot like something else. Vex can’t help but rest his hand on his pent up member. The weight of his hand mixed with the noises Knox is making, Vex uses all the self control he has no to buck his hips. “heshhhuu!” Knox sneezes finally, not covering his mouth despite all the warnings the sneeze gave him. Droplets off spray land on the table. None reach Vex, but they still drive him mad. A tendril of snot clings to Knox’s upper lip. Knox wipes it away as Mackie whines about getting sneezed on. Apparently some of the spray had gotten on him. “I’m gobing to thd bathroomb.” Knox says, punctuating his sentence with a thick sniffle. “oki, bless you Chico~” Asher says as he gets out of the booth so Knox can get out. Vex is just glad it’s over with. At least he is until he hears Knox sneeze again from a distance and the problem on his hands gets bigger. Or more like the problem between his legs.

[iwanttoleavethisblankbuticant]

I’m back and ready to disappear again after I post this

!tw: mess. Like heavy mess. Don’t read if easily grossed out!

Hello, I am back and I bring you a little imagine~

Imagine just sitting at home when your roommate comes back. Their nose is an irritated red, snot pooling under the nostrils. With a sniffle they walk over and join you on the couch. 

"I have hay fever and I hate me life." They whine as they curl up beside you. 

"I feel so icky and I’m not even sick. My immune system is just bullying me and getting worked up over flowers." They add. 

Your pitiful roommate looks up at you from their spot by your side. Then suddenly their chest starts to rise and fall frantically and they bring a hand up to their mouth. 

"Hurrshuu!" They sneeze primarily out of their mouth, making no dent in the mucus in their nasal cavity, only pushing more up out of their sinuses to reside in their nose, too thick to run out.

"Sorry." Your roommate croaks out.

You assure them their fine and ask how they got suck bad hay fever. Your roommate just shrugs their shoulders weakly. 

You pull them into your arms, soothing them gently. They bury their overflowing nose into you chest, getting snot on you in the process. 

They squirm, unable to get comfortable with the itch in their skin and in their nose. 

"Can I be disgusting?" Your roommate asks weakly, having no energy left to even try and be functional anymore.

You promise him you won’t judge And that it’s fine. 

With the green light, your roommate gives up on all attempts at being put together. They squirm, moan, and groan into you. They rub their overfilled nose in a circular motion against your chest, trying to relieve the itch in their sinuses but only succeeding in plastering snot on your clothes. They let out a whine as the tickle won’t leave them be.

Then you feel their chest rise and fall rapidly against you, pressing against your chest then releasing suddenly as their breath hitches with a building sneeze. Their head tips backwards, their jaw slacks, then their bright and abused nose flairs and they snap forward with a sneeze stifled into your chest.

"Hu-hinngk!"

 Stifling was a bad idea because immediately they snap forward with another half sneeze, and another, and another. They’ve gotten themselves stuck in a cycle of small rapid sneezes that bring them no relief and only push more snot into their nose. 

Knowing they need your help, you pinch their nose shut, forcing some snot out onto your fingers as you keep them from sneezing long enough for a full on sneeze to build.

"H-hii-hehh hehh… Hechiewww!" 

They sneeze as soon as you let go. They had clamped their hand so tightly over their mouth that it forced the sneeze to come out of their nose, forcing yellow snot out onto your chest and all over themselves. On their hand, on their sternum. They really did make a mess. 

They pull away from you, thinking the fit over but are immediately proven wrong as they duck back into you and release another gurgling sneeze into your collar bone.

Their mucus is sinus infection yellow, no wonder they feel so miserable.

"I-I’m sorry. That was gross of me-" your roommate starts but you stop them. Then you grab a handful of tissues and begin to clean them and yourself up. They had hay fever and a sinus infection, you couldn’t hold it against them. So instead you held them protectively to your chest. You scratch their itchy and irritated back as they rub their equally itchy and irritated nose against you, leaving snot damped spots on your clothes.

They continue to sneeze into you, soaking you with snot as they bury their feverish head into your chest with ever spasm. You wipe allergic tears from their eyes as they snuffle back mucus. Someone so allergic to flowers really shouldn’t be a florist.

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This may be a little teaser to an oc I’m thinking of, but it puts you in the shoes of his roommate. Enjoy, sneeze fuckers and whumpies.