#knk fics

[crybaby-bkg]

tw: mention of incest role play, mention of fear kink, mention of cum inflation????, scummy gojo, also I have no idea how to word this????

gojo who gets paired up with you for a college project, and you’re fucking reeling for a few reasons. one being; he’s extremely attractive and damn near everyone on campus knows who he is. and also, you’re intimidated by his beauty and popularity, especially since you’re only known for giving out the answers when people ask nice enough in classes.

but he’s so…friendly, when you guys meet up to start on the project. he’s all smiles and helpful answers, bites at the people who come up to him and pretend you’re not even there. he listens to you with this dumb (cute) little look on his face, with his lips slightly parted and his brows raised and his white lashes peeking over the roundness of his glasses whenever he nods.

he’s kinder than you expected him to be. funnier, too, with his shitty jokes that you find yourself snorting at in the quiet library. and when you guys are finished with the project, he still keeps in touch. moves his seat to be next to you in class, texts you and asks you out to coffee, even invites you on a date after a few weeks.

and everything is perfect—until it’s not. until he beds you one day and it’s not as special or magical as you were anticipating it to be. he’s kinda…strange, in a sense, when he fucks you. oddly quiet, like he’s holding back, his hands just a little too tight, his eyes too focused on random parts of your body.

but you sleep with him again and again, until he starts becoming real comfortable with you. almost too comfortable, let’s how weird and strange and almost scummy he really is start to shine through, let the mask he’d be unknowingly wearing this entire time slip away.

“What if we were siblings?” Gojo asks you one night when he’s fucking your brains out. he’s gotten better over these few months, gotten looser and more comfortable. too fucking comfortable.

“Satoru, what in the ever loving fuck are you on about?” you ask him in a gasp as you reach a hand back to keep your head from hitting the headboard. but he’s undeterred, his eyes wild and unseeing as he grips your hips tighter, thrusts becoming sloppier.

“No, I mean in a role play way.” He explains, as if that makes it sound any better. “You know? You’re my sweet lil sister taking big bro’s cock so I won’t tell mom and dad about you sneaking out.”

“You’re a sick fuck.” you tell him plainly, frustrated that your tone doesn’t carry the same bite because his nimble fingers started playing with you at the same time. “Fuckin’ weirdo.”

“Incest role play doesn’t turn you on?” he asks, cocking his head to the side like a confused puppy that you wanna kick in the chin. “Maybe, hmm,”

he pretends to be lost in thought, thrusts slowing down and you let out an irritated huff as you slump back onto the bed. but your back arches up when his hips pick up pace again, suddenly slamming into you as he looms over you. one hand cupping your cheek, the other returning in between your thighs as he grins madly.

“Maybe you’d like some fear play, yeah? How’s that sound?” Gojo bends over you until his nose skims yours, his pupils entirely too tiny, makes your breath hitch in your throat. “Me, chasing you around the campus with a big knife, scared that I’ll catch you. You know I would, right?”

he forces you to nod with his big hand cupping your cheeks, pouting your lips at him as you whimper. he kisses you, breathless, chuckling a little under his breath as he mutters something incomprehensible, his cock carving its way deep inside you.

“Maybe even cum inflation? That one’s not the realest thing out here, but I could figure out a way to make that work. You’d like that, right?” he sounds like he’s off the deep end, like every single twisted thought that’s been running through his mind these past few weeks have finally come to the forefront. started spilling out between you two like a cracked dam, like he’s been bottling this up ever since you met him.

you cum only a few seconds after his last inquiry, scared of the way his smile widens, as if your body told him an answer he’s already known.

[mimikusu]

So, this is part of a trade I made with @perfectpaperbluebirds as a commission.

Meet Katy and Aaron from Birdie's Cowboy Verse! Because I love them and because it's the perfect excuse for me to draw some Cowboy snz!

Thank you SO much Birdie for commissioning me and for doing this! I'm super happy about this! 💕🫂

[sugojosgf]

just read a fic here that felt VERY oedipal complex to me im trying not to speak

[harapeveco]

I wonder if writing 52 fics about one specific piece of media and nothing else counts as a sign of insanity

[on-brand-bitch]

reviving this blog because I want friends

random about me that I'm willing to share here:

✦call me vivs (she/they)

✦likes: sneezes, colds, contagion, allergies, inducing, caretaking, fevers, whump, mess, sniffles, stuffy nose voice (+ accents? yum), any genders of this stuff, my own sneezes

✦dislikes: anything like that irl- I only like this stuff in fiction or in audios 🥲 (I'm a germaphobe), 'dad sneezes'

✦fun facts? alcohol makes me sneeze lol ((edit: also apparently lavender 🪻))

✦my new header image for my blog is indeed the famous chainsaw man manga panel of denji because it's a mood

❥❥

boundaries:

🚫 minors DNI

🚫 I will not post photos of myself

✅ all genders ok to interact and chat!

✅ ok to tell me how my posts make you feel 😈

✅ ok to DM but please ask first before starting RP or sending pics/videos/audios of yourself

✅ ok to ask personal questions but I may or may not answer

💗 I'm one of those people that cares about my online mutual's personal life/problems/successes so I may send an ask or DM occasionally checking in

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#vivsposts = my posts/if I comment on another post

#bless me = my audios

#vivs obs = self observations/my sneezing (text posts)

#vivsanswers = replies to asks

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[ur-local-kiwi]

WAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH I KEEP FORGETTING TO WRITE FOR TOBIREI WEEK AAAAH AAAAH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

[crazywolf828]

New chapter of the rich kids au is up and boy oh boy is it filth

[borathae]

hello author do you have any breeding/lactation knk fics??? and tit kinks??? your writing is so good!!!!!!!!!

Aah thank youu hehe I'm happy to hear that 💜 to answer your question, you exactly managed to get two kinks on my hard limits list BAHAHAHAH 😭 I don’t write about lactation kink as well as breeding kink as both correlate with pregnancy and that is just NO to me. ❌ MASSIVE HUGE NO ❌

I do have a few reverse breeding kink stories though 'cause I like pretending that I can nut in a man <3

wanna see myself inside you [pegging with dirty talk about breeding, JK]

Creampies & Fishnets [breeding Kook with a squirting strap]

Flying High [fucking to get pregnant, the only one on my blog, TH]

Drive You Fucking Crazy [magical cock breeding, TH]

As for tit fics, most are more focused on nipples, but I have a few

Big Tits & Chains [nipple orgasms for sub!Kook]

Anxious [NON SEXUAL nipple sucking]

Surprise in Paradise [love making with nipple sucking, JK]

Cocoa [foodplay with Kook and his sensitive nips]

Let's Make a Bet [3some with TH + JK, sexual torture for masochist!Kook]

Babyboy [babyboy Yoongi sucks your nipples]

[alien-magnolia]

After Hours

Fic description: mean!joel miller comes home after a long day of work at the construction site, and isn't too pleased with his wife's dinner and appearance. Fun ensues!!

Tw: mean!dom!coded joel miller, sub-coded hyperfeminine reader, housewife and service knk dynamics, scent/dirt, bratting, free use, breeding. 18+ MDNI

Request: yes | no

Author’s note: thanks to the anon that requested this! I had a lot of fun with this story <3 if you like this post, pls help a writer out and reblog!! :)

A quaint, White paneled cottage style home, snugly parked at the very end of a cul-de-sac in the suburb of Dallas, Texas. Warm smoke is seen emerging from the chimney, distinguishing the cottage from the others lined up around it. The smoke was hot enough to be visible in a dreary mid-afternoon sky, in the middle of December.

A young woman inside the kitchen. Her dainty fingers, adorned with a large diamond ring, cut up apples and blueberries on a cutting board, placing them in the boiling pot next to her. She tries her best to look presentable, smoothing out her white apron, fixing her ponytail in the mirror.

She’s been at the stove all day, cooking dinner for her husband’s arrival. He provided for both of them, and his job at a construction site was very tough, hard to manage. She understood, and so her cooking dinner at home managed to help. However, she also did a lot around the house today. Cleaning, dusting. All that, plus the additional prep time for dinner, didn’t leave her much time to put herself together.

She was just about finished with her fruit punch and toasted chicken avocado sandwiches, when she heard the keys turn the doorknob.

“Hey, doll,” you hear that gruff voice you love from the hallway, as his heavy boots are heard with him walking into the kitchen. His calloused hands feel nice on the small of your back, as they wrap around your waist, pulling you into him. His stubble grazes your smooth cheek as he gives you a slew of kisses. He stops as soon as he smells you.

“Sweets. You don’t look too good,” his tone suddenly changes, from loving, to abrasive. “Joel — I didn’t have time to shower, okay? I know you wanted me all cute and clean for you, but…,” you trail off. “Ya didn’t. Don’t smell good. You know, I don’t like it when you smell nasty like that, hun,” he retorts.

“Sorry, Joel. I’ll know better next time,” you meekly say, with your head down. “What was that?,” he asks, tone dangerously low.

You knew what this was about. You didn’t use his honorific. His name. His title. The name that showed you that you, belonged to him.

“Sorry, daddy,” you pout, turning around to face him. “That’s more like it, girl. Since you’re already dirty, how’s about I add onto that, yeah?,” he snarls. With that, you realized that he hadn't even washed his hands when he came home from work, as sawdust and soil began to stain your pristine white apron, and your pink mini dress underneath.

His smell was a bit musky, mixed with sweat, and some other odor — that you couldn’t figure out why, yet it smelled very good to you. In fact, Joel’s smell relaxed you, calmed you down. It felt right. Your hands train up his gray t-shirt with flannel over it, and you look up at him, as if to ask for permission to take that off. He nods.

You gingerly slide off his flannel, seeing the marks of his day-job on it. He stops you when you attempt to see what’s underneath that gray shirt. “Daddy makes the moves here, sweets. Hope you’re not forgettin.’ Or are you, because you’ve just gotten a bit more dumb in the head, huh?,” he taunts.

“No, daddy. Haven’t. Promise,” you attempt to retaliate back. Usually, you would be a brat. Try and test him, just a little. Not tonight. You wanted to completely submit. You wanted to be his good girl. You were itching for that praise.

“Enough starin.’ Turn ‘round f’me, darlin.’” You stay still, wondering what would happen if you didn’t listen. His strong hands forcefully grab your waist, man-handling you, so that you were now facing him.

“Since you stink, I was thinkin’ I could use that pretty body of yours, huh, sweets? What do ya say?,” his brown eyes peered into yours. Even when he was mean, he still did ask for consent.

“Yes, daddy. Want it,” you reply, being met with his bearded face roughly digging into your shoulder, as he attacked your neck and collarbone with kisses. That led to more.

It led to you getting eventually bent over the kitchen sink, lace thong pulled down, feet kicked apart by his metal toed boots. Soil on the kitchen floor, soil on your dress, your panties. That sweaty cock of his, finally free, right where it belonged: in your puffy and swollen pussy <3 hammering into you. Joel was using his full strength, as the kitchen sink began to shake from the pace he set. You wanted it though.

You were his. His dirty girl, who didn’t make him dinner the right way, who forgot to clean up for him. That’s what you got for it — punished. You did love it though: you’d take his punishment any day.

“You’re mine to use, sugar. Just remember that,” his southern accent would drawl out, as he got you finally cleaned up, after soiling you even more. You’d sit down with him at the wooden table, dinner set, candles lit. You would happily eat your food, sitting on his lap — with his cum leaking down your legs <3

[versegm]

My theory. On why the fgo fandom sucks at commenting on fics. While the fsn one is balling. Is that fgo is an ongoing story. Like if you're caught up on fgo and want More Fgo you can just. Wait for the next event. There might even be more of your blorbos even. Meanwhile for fsn or tsukihime or knk. If you want More Tsukihime. Well you gotta Make The Tuskihime. Sure there's a remake but tis not the same. As a constant feed of new shit just for you. So that's gonna encourage a culture of making shit and encouraging others to make shit. Which fgo does not have.

[nasuversekinkmeme]

Weekly Roundup: Prompts

KNK

Is Shiki Ryougi’s situation anything like DID?

How much does Mikiya really understand about Shiki’s split personalities? Did he really fully understand everything SHIKI/Shiki/Void told him about her split personalities or was he only pretending to understand?

TSUKIHIME

Do you think SHIKI Ryougi is a good person? Is SHIKI a worse person than Shiki?

FGO

smut, Take any pairing, have Merlin either remove someone's dick or give someone a dick (or maybe even to the both of them). Why? Perhaps he's trying to get them together, or maybe they asked him to, or even just because he thought it would be funny. Anyways, sex ensures. It would also be great if they start out feeling strange (or even disliking) their new genitals, but end up liking it.

smut, AU where Da Vinci can't just instantly reformat her body when she's being summoned, she has to transition the same slow method as a normal person. Her getting her pussy ate for the first time after recovering from her bottom surgery.

Billy the Kid forcefem into a butch woman

Gudako and Gudao being part of the same plural system

I want a reader insert fic where you get to be Oberon's coworker at Starbucks. It must NOT be a romance. I don't want a coffeeshop au I want to witness this man's shenanigans in customer service.

smut, Koyanskaya gets bullied by the Tamamos. Alternatively, Koyanskaya gets bullied by the Tamamos (gone sexual) (Koyan gets knotted in every hole and likes it).

[hockeynoses]

what spring does

Summary: Ste/ddie snz fic!  It’s been a long winter and spring is finally here. Eddie’s in the house working on music while Steve is out working in the yard. Steve purposefully forgets to take his allergy meds.

Rating: PG-13. I was gonna take this further but I’m too lazy. 600 words.

Notes: Written for an Anon ask: “more sneezing steve with a knk eddie fic? maybe this time they’re in the privacy of their own home and there’s no holding back?” Sorry I didn’t get to any actual fuckin’. This is already a shortened version of the fic because I was too unmotivated to clean the whole thing up. It’s almost more fluffy than horny, but maybe one day I’ll write a part 2. I meant to post this in the actual spring, but never got around to it!

The title is from Pa/blo Ner/uda. 🌺 "I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees." I think it’s a gorgeous line that also happens to be a bit fetish-y.

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“Lots of pollen out there?” Eddie asks casually, stepping into the kitchen and leaning against the counter. He keeps his arms crossed and tells himself not to get grabby.

Steve gives a pointed sniff, dragging a finger under his nose. “Lots,” he says, as Eddie’s eyes track the movement.

“Hmm, spring’ll do that. But the flowers are going to be so pretty,” he says playfully, dimples pressing into his cheeks. His eyes rake over Steve’s frame – the corded muscle of his arms, slick with sweat. The way his long fingers are still rubbing at his pink, freckled nose. “Hey,” Eddie taps Steve’s calf with his foot, “Flex for me, big boy. I wanna see those muscles you been workin’ on.”

Steve huffs a laugh and rolls his eyes, but there’s the slightest flush to his cheeks as he acquiesces, curling his arm up until his bicep bulges in a way he’ll admit he’s pretty proud of.

“Oh yeah, that’s the stuff.” Eddie smirks and waggles his eyebrows.

Steve’s answering laugh is cut short by a hitch in his breath - “Heh…ihh-” He squints up at the light beaming through the kitchen windows, overtaken by a “hih-AEESSHHoo!” that he buries into the elbow of the arm he’d just been flexing. He stills for a moment, blinking in the crook of his arm before pulling up with a little, “Whew!” as he shakes his head, dazed by the strength of the sneeze.

It sends an electric jolt of arousal straight to Eddie’s core, and he can’t control the giddy excitement that floods through him.

“Jesus, you’re gonna kill me.” Eddie stares at Steve, his eyes heavy-lidded as they greedily take in every detail. “Did you take your meds?”

“No…” Steve glances at him to watch his reaction.

Eddie’s eyebrows practically disappear into his bangs. “Oh really? Any particular reason?”

Steve’s eyelids flutter and he pitches forward again. “hih’IISHH’iue! Ugh.” He sniffs, lightheaded. “I ju-uuust - hih’KXXT! gshHT’CHHuh!”

“Is it my fucking birthday and I forgot?” says Eddie, his smile reaching his big eyes. Warmth blooms inside him, his head going all floaty in the best way.

Steve laughs, shaking his head and straightening up. “I just wanted to mbake the mbost of it.” He waves a hand at the window and the invisible pollen that Eddie was seriously going to have to dedicate a song to at this point. “I know you’ve been going crazy with all this gloomby weather and thought you deserved a pick-mbe-up.”

Eddie stares at him for a moment, taking in this marvel of a man. He can hardly believe his luck.

“Oh, I’ll pick you up, alright!” Eddie says with a manic grin before springing into action. With a burst of frenetic energy, he gets his arms under Steve’s ass and hefts him up a foot or two in the air. Laughing, Steve steadies himself by digging his hands into Eddie’s shoulders.  Eddie clambers as gracefully as he can to their room. He can feel Steve’s chest expand against him, drawing in a sudden, shaky breath. Steve’s fingers dig further into Eddie where he’s gripping him for purchase, powerless to cover a spraying “iihh-KSHH!  ah…hah’IITCHuh!” that mists the air behind them.

Eddie squeezes his ass in response, his own dick twitching in his sweatpants. When he reaches their bed, he deposits Steve onto it with a grunt before climbing on top of him.

As ever, Steve surprises him - the world spins in a blur of color and Eddie finds himself flat on his back, pressed into the cotton sheets, Steve straddling his hips. Breathless, he looks up at Steve with stars in his eyes. He’s never going to take this man for granted, ever.

[butyoumakemesohot]

i actually wrote a second part for a fic of mine and i don't hate it?? anyways, you could totally read this on its own, but if you see this and you haven't read part 1, i would really appreciate it if you did!

pairing: ro/nance

word count: 2.3k

warnings: lots of buildup, fingering (f receiving), mess, na/ncy has the knk, you could probably argue that ro/bin does too but that's up to the reader honestly :) MINORS DNI!!!!!

Nancy doesn’t get sick - prides herself on the fact that, despite having two younger siblings and a knack for winding up in uncanny situations, at least her immune system never seems to fail her. Which is why, when she wakes up a couple days later with an uncomfortable pressure lodged in her sinuses, all she can do is groan dramatically, tenting her arm over her face.

“Shhh.” Robin’s arms slip around Nancy’s waist, her chin nestled up against her shoulder. Her voice is still delightfully plugged up, half-hoarse from sleep and all the recent coughing. “I’mb tryi’g to sleep.”

“Sorry,” Nancy whispers. Her throat is dry. “I… don’t think I feel very well.”

Silence. Robin’s arms recoil from her waist; Nancy doesn’t have to look at her to know that she’s feeling guilty about it. She finds her hand under the mess of blankets on the bed, giving it a rough squeeze.

“‘S’okay,” she murmurs. “It’s just my head.”

“For n’dow.” Robin sniffles. It’s a wet, congested sound - one that makes Nancy lower her arm from her face so she can eye her girlfriend’s poor, chapped nose as inconspicuously as possible. “Just wait ud’til you start sdeezi’g as mbuch as mbe.”

Nancy fights the urge to smile. On second thought, she doesn’t exactly hate the sound of that.

Unfortunately, the only thing that seems to progress as the day wears on is her headache. She doesn’t actually feel it until later that night - that never-ending, thin trickle of mucus that only seems to exist to tickle and torment one side of her nose. She tries to snuffle it back to no avail.

“Hhhhh… Hehh’ngxt!” She pinches her nostrils together, blinking back the tears that have sprung into her eyes. Each sneeze seems to double the amount of pressure that’s been building in her head all day. “H’gxxtch! *snff* Hn’GTchh! Guh. Excuse mbe… H’ngktt!”

Robin rubs her girlfriend’s shoulder, pouting sympathetically. “Bless you.”

“Thagks,” she mumbles, rubbing her nose miserably. Being Robin’s spectator these past few days has been so riveting that she stupidly forgot the strong likelihood of getting sick herself.

“Poor thi’g. You already sound so stuffed up.”

Some of Robin’s consonants are returning as her nose has begun to unclog throughout the day. Luckily for Nancy, she’s still just as sneezy, her pert nose a captivating shade of red from days of constantly wiping and blowing it.

“Oh, shit, mby turn.” Nancy watches in awe as her girlfriend falls victim to yet another round of sneezing. Robin’s eyes flutter shut, her jaw slacked in anticipation. “H-Hang on, it’s - hH’ESCHhh! There it is. Huh! Hihh-! hih’ITSCHh! ‘tsSHHiew!”

She emits a series of loud, soupy sniffles that make Nancy fight to keep from squirming in her seat. However, her thoughts are quickly interrupted by a second tickling sensation deep in her own sinuses, twice as harsh as the one before. She clamps her wrist firmly against her nose.

“Hn’nkgt! Ihh’Gktch! *snfff* ih‘MPtch!”

“Bless -”

“Ng’xtchh! Sorry.” Nancy sniffles wetly, the sleeve covering her wrist becoming increasingly damp. She inhales sharply, her nostrils still quivering. Stifling only serves to make her nose even more tickly, she's just now realizing. “Hnn’ktch! Hih’NGtt!”

“- you,” Robin finishes, sounding a little amused.

“Guhhh… *snrrf* Okay, I thigk I’b dode.”

Her eyes are still squeezed shut from sneezing when she feels warm, gentle fingers tenting a fresh bundle of tissues over her nose.

“Blow your ndose, Nd’ance. It’s okay.”

Nancy’s almost sure her eyes double in size. She sniffles defiantly, letting her nose run into the cotton. “Robid, you dod’t have to.”

“This is like… what you’re indto, right?” There’s nothing teasing or taunting in her voice - just a spark of curiosity lighting up her features as she tightens the tissues around Nancy’s nostrils. The corners of her mouth lift encouragingly. “Go ahead. *snrf!* It’s okay, babe.”

Nancy gives a slight nod, her embarrassed flush fading as she starts to blow her nose. Robin pinches one nostril shut, allowing Nancy to clear one side of her nose before switching to the other, using the tips of her fingers to massage away any lingering tickles in her girlfriend’s sinuses. The tissues practically soaked through, Robin tells her to give one final blow before tenderly wiping the remaining mess away from her face, offering her another bashful smile.

“How’s that?” Robin asks, adding the tissues to the abundant pile on her nightstand. “I mbean… Was that good?”

All Nancy can do is nod again, taking an experimental breath through her nose. She knows she doesn’t have much longer before the congestion returns, so she takes the opportunity to give Robin a much deserved kiss. Her cheek is a feverish flame under Nancy’s hand as she cradles her face, pulling her in deeper.

Robin’s smile widens once she breaks away. “So it was good.”

“So good,” Nancy agrees, fervent desire rising from her stomach to her chest as Robin lays on her back, allowing her to straddle her waist. She rubs her thumb against a shiny spot on Robin’s lower lip. “But you kn’dow - *snff* - what I’b really idto, right?”

Robin nods, staring up at Nancy as she runs a delicate finger down the bridge of her nose, careful not to irritate the tip where it’s chapped and tender. She brings Nancy back in for another kiss, sincere in the way she sucks at her top lip, tasting like something familiar and sweet.

“I think I’ve got mbore thad a few sdeezes left in mbe,” she whispers. Nancy tries not to let it slip that it’s the hottest thing anybody’s ever told her.

That’s good to hear, she means to say instead, but then Robin’s kissing her again, slow and deliberate in her movements. She decides to let her take the reign this time, fatigued from her new cold and her simple desire to be touched. Robin obliges, weaving her fingers through Nancy’s hair while Nancy lowers the weight of her torso against Robin’s chest.

“H-Hang od,” Robin suddenly says. She doesn’t pull away at all this time, her breath coming out in desperate spurts before she unleashes a round of heavy, wet sneezes inches away from Nancy’s face. “IHhschhiew! hh’TCHHh! Hih-! ih’HHShew!”

“I - Bless you,” Nancy stammers.

“You don’t really m’bean that,” Robin says, grinning.

“Just ‘cause I like heari’g you sdeeze,” she pauses, pressing a quick kiss against the tip of Robin’s nose, “doesd’t m’bead I wad’t you to get possessed by the devil. *snffg!*”

Robin giggles. “Dork.”

They only manage to kiss for another ten seconds or so when her nose starts twitching yet again. Nancy eagerly brings her hand back up to Robin’s face, brushing her thumb over a smattering of freckles right by her left nostril as she starts to sneeze.

“Ihh’CHHhiew! ehh’SCHHhoo! ‘TSCHHh’uhh!”

“God bless you, baby,” Nancy whispers, involuntarily grinding her hips down onto Robin’s. The other girl is too much a sniffling mess to notice, her nose all red and glistening as a stream of clear mucus makes its way onto her upper lip.

She goes to wipe it away, but Nancy’s already got a fresh tissue in her hand, tending to her nose as gently as possible. She folds the tissue in half, bringing it back to Robin’s nostrils with a firm squeeze.

“Blow,” she instructs.

Robin obliges, displaying none of her girlfriend’s initial reluctance at the idea of blowing her nose into her hand. She settles her hands against Nancy’s thighs once she discards the tissue, tracing small circles over her skin with the pads of her thumbs.

“Do you…” Robin’s features flicker with hesitancy. She swallows, peering up at Nancy with soft eyes. “Do you want mbe to help mbake you sdeeze?”

Nancy blinks, a fresh wave of heat quickly settling in her cheeks. “Robid, you really dod’t -”

“Yeah, I know I dod’t have to, but I…” she pauses, gliding her hands towards the inner part of Nancy’s thighs, her slender fingers working the skin right next to her heat. God, she’s a menace. “I wad’t to.”

“Robid -”

“You’re so stuffed up. It could help.” She smiles, looking so pretty it hurts. “Just… let me try somethi’g. Please?”

Before Nancy can even verbalize an answer, one of Robin’s hands lifts up to cup her face, the tips of her fingers ghosting the skin surrounding her nose. Nancy’s not sure how, but somehow she’s able to find the exact area where her sinuses are the most inflamed, a spot that’s swollen and tender to the touch.

“Aw, ad’gel,” Robin coos. “N’do wonder you’ve got a headache.”

Nancy lets her eyes fall closed, focused completely on the movement of Robin’s fingers, pinching and loosening some of the pressure around her nose. She doesn’t realize her other hand has crept even further up the length of her thigh until the heat of her hand is radiating against the front of Nancy’s underwear, her oversized t-shirt having been hiked up several moments ago.

“Is this okay?” she asks. 

Nancy nods meekly, relishing in the feeling of one side of her nose loosening up enough to let a bit of air pass through. She sniffles thickly, tilting her head back.

“That feels incredible,” she rasps. 

Robin moves to the other side of her nose, applying small amounts of pressure to her lower sinuses with some gentle massages. “How’s that?”

“Perfect. Thagk you.”

“I guess I shouldn’t feel too bad.” Robin slips her free hand through the fabric of Nancy’s underwear, expertly palming her bare heat. “That I got you sick.”

“Dot at all. *snrrf!* Trust mbe.”

One of her fingers passes through Nancy’s folds, causing her to gasp in pleasure. There’s a satisfied smirk on Robin’s face that somehow makes her even more enticing, all at once surprised and inquisitive in her ability to consistently fulfill all of Nancy’s needs.

“Are you goi’g to sdeeze soon?” she says softly. “Dod’t hold back, baby.”

Robin presses down on Nancy’s sinuses one final time before her airways are clear enough to allow a thin, watery trickle to escape the thick congestion in the upper parts of her nose. Robin manages to lower her hand from her face before a set of rapid, powerful sneezes explode out of her.

“ehhSSHH’uhh!” She doesn’t stifle at all this time, letting out a small gasp when Robin digs another finger past her folds, knuckles curling at the perfect angle inside of her. “ahh’TCHHHhiew! ‘KSHHHhew! … Hahh - ISCHHhh’uh! Sorry, I cad’t - ASCHHHIEW! - cad’t stop - hh’ESCHHHH!”

“Do you wad’t me to keep goi’g?” Robin asks, looking slightly panicked. 

Nancy suddenly realizes how aroused she’s gotten in such a short amount of time, leaking hot and heavy onto her girlfriend’s fingers as continues to pump them in and out of her entrance.

“Y-Yes - ehhSCHHHOO! - please… *snuurf* ‘TSCHHHhew! hh’TSCHHH’uh!”

Nancy sucks in a deep breath, using the gap in her sneezing as an opportunity to wipe her streaming nose against the back of her hand. It isn’t long before she notices Robin’s gone uncharacteristically quiet. Through her sickly tears, Nancy can see her face twisting familiarly. Holy hell.

“hihh’SCHHew! Shit. *snffg* hh’PSCHH! eh’ESCHhew!”

“Fuck, Rob,” Nancy breathes, letting out a tiny giggle. 

Robin smiles up at her, looking blissful despite the mess on her face. Nancy leans down and kisses her, ignoring the salty taste on her tongue, the way Robin’s lips initially twitch in protest before melting against hers. Her fingers pick up the pace inside of her, working her clit until all she can hear is the gurgling of Robin’s soft sniffles, her head thrown back as she quietly falls apart.

Nancy sits frozen like that for a while, jaw hung and thighs trembling while Robin diligently brushes a tissue across her skin, mopping up any slickness she can find. When she comes back down to earth, Robin’s still smiling, brushing her lips over Nancy’s knuckles with a tenderness that feels infinite.

“Come here,” she says.

Nancy lets herself fall into her side, sniffling her bright red nose while Robin drops a smattering of kisses along the top of her head.

“That was…” Nancy begins, her vocabulary coming up short. She doesn’t know if she’ll ever be able to articulate how she feels right now.

“Yeah. It was.” Robin agrees, squeezing her tight around her shoulders. “Hhh… hh’ehhSCHH!”

“Bless y-you… eh’SSHHHOO! *snrfg!*”

Robin laughs. “Back at you, baby.”

They room goes quiet again, Robin’s hand absently stroking the damp skin at Nancy’s navel while Nancy presses the side of her face into her chest. She feels wide awake now, Robin’s gentle touch still registering as wild sparks of heat. She’s never felt so perfectly pleased in her entire life.

“So…” Robin says, clearing her throat. “Would you wad’t to… do that agai’d later?”

Even after everything, Nancy still blushes, taking her bottom lip between her teeth. “I mbead… I ab still pretty stuffed up.”

Her voice lights up with clarity. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” 

Nancy lifts her chin, kissing her for the hundredth time tonight. Kissing her in a way that she hopes communicates how happy she feels right now. Robin laughs again, winding her arm around Nancy’s waist as she tucks her face into her neck. 

Now that she truly knows how to push all of Nancys’ buttons, Nancy can’t wait to figure out how to push all of hers.

[harapeveco]

My fave reinochi fandom moment ever is when very early into knk (im talking very late 2020- very early 2021) one of my besties made a reinochi comic where they kiss and got a comment asking something like “but isn’t Tobi a 20 something?” Dkjdkdkfkfkf we truly spiraled into chaos that day good times

[moonice20408]

Smeyer is obsessed with teenagers fr

So, after seeing this post by @the-most-pathetic-edge-marquis, I ended up going through the Illustrated Guide a bit more thoroughly to look at the ages of all the Twilight Vamps when they were turned. It's a bit creepy honestly, and the woman the woman is for sure not trying to hide her knks with these mostly teenagers. 

And i dunno, quick fic info sheet if it helps anyone 🤷‍♀️

Edward – 17

Bella – 18

Alice – 19

Jasper – 19

Emmett – 20

Rosalie – 18

Esme – 26

Carlisle – ‘Approximately’ 23. I would like to take the time to mention that people did know the date when he was alive, so the fact Carlisle canonly doesn’t know his exact age is ridiculous. AND ALSO the London sewers had not been created at this time, so how was he killed by sewer vamps smeyer!?

Victoria – Born in the 1550s, transformed late 1560s, at around 18.

James – Born around 1780, turned around 1805, making him about 25. 🚩

Laurent – DOB 1700s, turned around 1740s at about 40.

Eleazar - DOB 1700s. Transformed in 1700s.

Carmen – DOB 1700s. Transformed in 1700s. Lazy writing. 🙄

Irina – DOB 1000s. Transformed 1000s.

Kate (full name Katrina I just learnt) - DOB 1000s. Transformed 1000s.

Tanya - DOB 1000s. Transformed 1000s. We get it smeyer, you can't be bothered...

Garrett – DOB mid 1700’s. Transformed around 1780. Won’t lie. I read that wrong at first and thought he was 80 for a sec…

There is not really any info on the girl’s mother, Sasha, that isn’t in the books, but the immortal child, Vasilii, she created was 3.

Aro – Ok, so the guide says ‘Born around 1300 BC’ and ‘Transformed around 1260 BC’ But at the bottom of the same page says he was ‘transformed in his mid-20’s’ so ????

Marcus – ‘Transformed before he was 20’ But at the top of the page has his DOB as ‘Around 1350 B.C’ and his date of transformation ‘Unknown’… Like girl can you not do simple math!?

Caius – Late 40’s. But same as Marcus, has a DOB but and unknown date for his transformation.

Sulpicia – Described as a ‘lovely young orphan’ 😶

Didyme – No age, but is younger than Aro.

Athenodora – No real description, was already turned when she met Caius.

Alec – 12 or 13

Jane – 12 or 13

Demetri – DOB around 1000 AD. Transformation after 1000 AD. Thanks smeyer, very helpful.

Felix – Mans got no birthdays 😔

Heidi – DOB before 1550. Transformed before 1550. Yup, ‘before’ on both dates. How can this woman give everyone an exact height, but lose interest with the birthdays? You size-kink is showing smeyer.

Renata – Around 20. Why does this random character who doesn’t show up until the end have an age, but my man felix got nothin!?

Chelsea – DOB before 1100AD. Transformation after 1100AD. Girl just pick a number 😤

Afton – No dates

Corin – No dates

Santiago – No dates

Amun – Born before 2500 BC, but no indication of age.

Kebi - Born before 2500 BC, but no indication of age.

Benjamin – Born sometime between 1790 – 1800. Transformed sometime between 1805 – 1820 at age 15. HE IS 15!?!?!?! 👶

Tia – As a human, she was 3 years younger than Benjamin. But she was turned 5 years after him when she was 17. They are also distantly related. Because of course they are 🥴

Liam – Born around 1615, turned around 1651, making him 36.

Siobhan – Born around 1490, turned around 1510, at approximately 20.

Maggie – Born 1832, turned 1847, also 15! 👶

Maria – No DOB, but transformed 1800’s or earlier, at 19

Lucy – No dates.

Nettie – No dates

Stefan – Unknown DOB, turned before 1000 BC.

Vladimir - Unknown DOB, turned before 1000 BC. Also, smeyer did enough research to know Romania was not yet a country when these two were turned, but didn’t know about the London sewer system. My girl, get 👏 it 👏together👏

Alistair – Born around 1300, transformed around 1320, so is around 20

Peter – Born between 1860 and 1920. Turn between 1860 and 1920. Just pick a number woman.

Charlotte – Born between 1920 and 1925. Turned around 1938, at 18. Smeyer, just say she was born in 1920, why is it so hard for you to do that. The amount of times I’ve written ‘around’ is starting to piss me off. JUST DECIDE. IT IS LITTERALLY UP TO YOU. 😤😤😤

Kachiri – No dates

Senna – No dates

Zafrina – No dates. Rude. We know why. 🙃

[thebanishedd]

What are three things you didn't expect from having a partner with the knk?

Hmmm.

1. When they’re sick it’s infuriating if they don’t listen, not cute like in fic.

2. Every sneeze is like. Turned up to 100 with him. Like it’s hotter than I ever thought.

3. Out in public we judge other peoples sneezes with distinct gagging noises.