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Jessie's Sick Day

Fandom: Original Fiction Summary: A cold begins hitting Jessie at work, so he heads home to wait for his mate to get off work to come home and take care of him. CW: mess!! stuffy talk, cold sneezes, nose ring play? idk, accidental inducing, caretaking, fluff Word Count: 3,010 words MINORS DNI Author Note: bonus! 2 posts in 1 day lol i've been sitting on this one a WHILE but hey i actually do mean it this time with the mess warning like... i took out some lines while editing because i got anxious someone would see my mess warning and go "oh usually Bex isn't too bad!" and then go "oh fuck nope this is too much"

Ever since he’d woken up this morning, Jessie had felt just a little… off, like something wasn’t quite right. By the time his lunch break at work rolled around, he realized he really wasn’t hungry. He choked down his sandwich and baby carrots before dropping back resolutely into the receptionist’s desk chair. 

Jessie scrolled through what else he had to do today with his elbows on the desk and his chin resting on his hand. 

Every day for work, Jessie flipped his nose ring up into his nose to look more professional and then flipped it back down when he left for the day. It was simple and easy. Except sometimes it tickled his sensitive nose. 

“Ihh-kish! Kitch!” He assumed that’s all it was when he sneezed at first. But then came the runny nose. Worry began to creep into Jessie’s mind as he started to sniffle. He only ever got a runny nose when he was sick. “Shit…” He swore softly and carefully rubbed at his nose with a finger. 

He exhaled slowly and felt his eyes start to water as the tickle reignited with no trouble whatsoever. “Ihhiihh-! Iihksh! Kishew!” He sniffled against the wetness threatening to come out of his nose like a river. 

“Bless you,” Crystal, his coworker, said haphazardly as she tossed a box of tissues at him. They bounced off his shoulder and onto the floor. He pressed his finger to his nose and bent to grab the box before sitting back up. 

Jessie pointedly sniffled as he took out some tissues and pressed them to his face to blow and wipe. “Ugh. Thanks, sorry. Feeling kind of off… maybe I should go home before this gets worse. I don’t wanna infect you or anyone who comes in to get their teeth cleaned.”

Crystal raised her brows when Jessie said he was feeling off and gestured to the door. “Go on. Get. If you’re sick, get at least ten feet far away from me, Caddel.” She demanded and kicked his bag out from underneath the desk on her side over towards him, sliding across the floor. 

A dull pain starts in his head as Jessie bends to pick up his bag with a sniff. “Yeah, yeah, I’m going, germaphobe.” He teased and sniffled as loudly as he could just to be irritating.

“Ugh, gross!” Crystal whined and threw a wadded-up sticky note at him as he left the office. 

The bitter wind whipped through Jessie’s scrubs and coat, making him shiver and sniff thickly as his nose tried to run more. “Fuck s’cold-” He swore as he trembled, fumbling with his keys to get into his shitty Forester. The engine hummed to life finally, and he shakily made sure the heat was on full blast, revving the engine a few times like Hale had shown him. 

“Iihkshew! Kish! Iiihksh!” 

Jessie sneezed into his cupped hands and groaned, rubbing at his nose for a moment, which just moved his hidden septum piercing. It sparked the tickle back up again, and Jessie hitched all over again, “Ihhih-! Ih! Eh? IckShew! Iiishew!” 

Again, his sneezes caught into steepled hands, and Jessie groaned at the mess he could feel all over them. He quickly fumbled in his center console for some tissues, wiping off his hands and face with a liquid sniffle. He got out his phone next to send his boyfriend a quick text. 

Coming home early. Bring home Gatorade plz. Ily <3 – Jes

He threw the SUV into drive and sniffled as he pulled onto the roadway. The drive home was uneventful, save for some more sneezes that seemed to leave him increasingly congested. Overall, he felt relatively okay, just tired, a little foggy, sneezy, and congested. 

When he got home, he tossed his keys into the bowl by the door and finally sat to take his boots off. He felt exhausted. He managed to get his coat and boots off before dragging himself to the couch, dropping down face-first into it with a groan. 

He sniffled and scrunched his nose, nostrils twitching before- “IikSHH! Ugh! Fuck me!” His grumpy shout was muffled by the cushions before he turned his head to rub his palm against his nose. “Mmf…” 

Hale… He wanted his boyfriend. With a grunt of effort, Jessie reached back into his pocket to fish out his phone and checked the time and his messages. There were no messages, and it was still five hours before Hale was set to get home. A soft little whine left him as he tried to wiggle back onto the couch, pressing his back up against the seat so it might feel like someone was holding him. 

For a moment, Jessie fumbled to grab a blanket off the back of the couch and managed to pull down the dark blue one. He breathed a sigh of relief as he gave a small shiver. Getting a fire started sounded like way too much work, and their damn cabin was heated by a wood stove. Usually, Hale was around to do it, and while Jessie could, he didn’t have the energy right now. He just wanted a nap. 

Once the blanket was all situated, Jessie barely blinked his eyes closed, and he was fast asleep, curled up under the thick blue blanket. Eventually, his head was tucked under the blanket to stay warm as the cabin grew colder when the sun set.

Jessie was startled awake with a yelp when the door opened and closed, blinking blearily as he peeked from his blanket cocoon at the intruder. “Hale?”

“Hey, sickie… just me…” Hale whispered softly, fumbling with his snow-covered boots before hurrying over to Jessie with his coat still on. What Jessie wouldn’t give to smell Hale’s sweet scent of fig, leather, and tobacco, but when he tried, all he got was a gurgling sniff. “Jesus, pup, you take anything yet?” Hale whispered after that sniff.

“D’no…” Jessie moaned, cringing as he heard his voice and whimpering again. “Just wanted you.” His nostrils twitched slightly, red and chapped as his nose had been running in his sleep. “Ihh-! H-Hale… godda- IiihkSHh!” He pitched forward into his hands to keep from spraying mess all over his poor boyfriend. Instead, it clung to his hands, and he kept them pinned to his face. “Oh, by god- that’s so gross… I’b so sorry.” 

Hale chuckled softly and ruffled Jessie’s hair before standing to move from the couch and grabbing Jessie one of the many boxes of tissues they kept around the house. What with Hale’s allergies and Jessie’s immune system, they went through more than their fair share of boxes. “Gross? You’re the one who is into this kinda stuff; don’t think I forgot.” He teased, tone soft and loving. 

“Iihpkshew! Ugh, it’s hotter when it’s you sdeezi’g.” Jessie pouts and cleans his face and hands up before slowly sitting up. The shift in position only makes his congestion shift, too. He’s quickly pressing more tissues to his face as he- “Isshew! Iksh! Hiish! EiiksHEW! Ngh…” He groans and gives his nose a tentative blow before looking up at his boyfriend pitifully. 

Finally, Hale seemed to be shedding his coat and then gently ran his fingers through Jessie’s hair. “Bless you… hey.” He looked at him with a slight frown. “Something’s not right here,” he said thoughtfully, frowning at his boyfriend as he realized something was different. “Hang on, where’s your nose ring? Did you sneeze it off? Is that possible?”

A surprised, congested laugh left Jessie, and he shook his head some. “D’no, oh sweetheart, d’no. I flip it up for work, rebe’ber? I guess I forgot to flip it dowd sidce I left early today…” He reached up to try to flip the jewelry back down but only seemed to instantly irritate his sensitive nose. 

“Iiihksh! Eikshew! Huh- eh-! Fuck…” Jessie sniffled and tried again, slower but with similar results. “Kishew! IkISHEW! What the fuck.. I cad’t get it.” He pouts, red and glistening nostrils flaring and twitching still. 

Hale nudged Jessie to get him to scoot back on the couch and straddled the more petite man. With Hale in his lap like this, Jessie couldn’t help but rest his hands on Hale’s impossibly muscular thighs. Fucking Christ, how did he ever get so lucky? he wondered to himself. 

“Hold still.” 

“What?” Jessie asked, blinking blearily up at his boyfriend, who was gently tipping his head back to look into his nose. “Hale, what the fucgk-“ 

“Just hold still, you big baby,” Hale said softly and carefully used his pinky to ever so gently fish Jessie’s nose ring down in one swift motion. 

The move still sparked the worst tickle Jessie had ever felt; his eyes watered, and he immediately pitched forward into Hale’s chest with unrestrained sneezes, “HihhISH! IisHEW! IishKEw! EhhkSH! EhhtkshEW! ISHHEW! Oh, by fucki’g god…” This time, a thick, gurgling sniffle came from Jessie, and he whimpered when he realized he’d sneezed all over Hale’s work shirt. A wet patch was left where Jessie had lost all control. “Shit. Hale, I ab so sorry. I’ll wash it. I probise.” He apologized quickly.

But Hale was just smiling down at him with a soft expression on his face. “You don’t have to do shit, Jes. You’re sick. Relax.” He said and flicked Jessie’s mess-covered nose ring playfully with the tip of his finger before pressing some tissues into Jessie’s hands.

“IiihkISH!” Jessie sneezed into the tissues after that flick and blew his nose gently. The sound of it was wet and satisfying. “Ass.” He teased Hale and sniffled just a bit. “Are you home for the weeke’d?” Some of the congestion had abated, and there was a note of hopefulness to his voice as he asked, knowing that sometimes Hale got called in for a weekend shift or two. If Jessie had it his way, Hale would stay wrapped up with him in all of their blankets, watching movies all weekend while they had tea and soup and hot, steamy showers. 

Hale nodded and grunted as he scooted back off the couch, his ranger uniform apparently not particularly comfortable for cuddling in. “I am, but let me go get changed first.” He stretched his arms up over his head with a groan. “I’m beat, and you need your Gatorade, sickie.” 

“Aw, you remembered?” Jessie cooed and rubbed at his nose, starting to wiggle out of his blanket a bit more, which caused him to shiver. 

With the blankets now down around his waist, Hale could see Jessie had gotten home and crashed on the couch. He was still in scrubs from the dentist’s office, not altogether bad for napping in. “I did. C’mon. You can have a few sips, then come get changed with me. Won’t that be nice? Get nice and comfy and in bed? I’ll even bring you soup.” 

Another gurgling sniffle came from Jessie as he took his boyfriend’s offered-up hand to stand up, his head swimming a little for the first few seconds upon standing. “Mmf- as lo’g as you start the fire add warm this place up I dod’t care where I lay dowd.” He admits before another more violent sneeze wracked his frame. “KISh-uh! Ugh, fuck, that ode hurt…” Thankfully, Jessie had managed to stifle, but now his nose was running again.

“Bless you, sickie,” Hale whispered. “For that sneeze and all the ones I’ve missed.” He added as he brought Jessie to the Gatorade, letting him sip it some before Hale just scooped up his boyfriend to carry him over his shoulder as he headed for the stairs. 

A somewhat undignified and startled noise escaped Jessie as he was picked up by his boyfriend. “Just because you have the snf! snfff! muscle to do this does dot mean you have to!” He laughed a little and swatted Hale’s ass as he was taken upstairs, only to be gently laid down on the bed. Usually, Hale would toss him, but not when Jessie was sick. It was sweet, and it warmed Jessie, who had often been too busy taking care of his siblings all his life to really get a minute to look after himself. 

Something like a barking laugh escaped Hale and then quieted as he began taking off Jessie’s work clothes for him. “Why not? If I got the muscle, I might as well use it to take care of my poor, adorable, sick boyfriend.” He teased and tossed Jessie’s work shirt into the hamper before leaning down to kiss over his chest, even giving a little nip. His lips linger a moment to trace the scars just below his pectorals with delicate flesh. Then he tugged his pants off, swapping them for extra soft sleep pajama pants and an oversized t-shirt. 

Then Hale changed too, out of his mess-soaked work shirt and mud, snow-soaked pants and into his usual boxers and t-shirt. Bastard always runs so warm, Jessie thought fondly as he watched Hale lovingly. As good as Hale looked in his Ranger uniform, Jessie definitely preferred him like this… relaxed and comfortable and with so much exposed skin that Jessie just wanted to sink his teeth into.

“Jes?” 

Hale’s voice suddenly broke through the hazy daydream he’d been having, and Jessie looked up to meet his boyfriend’s eyes. “Hmm?” The soft hum only irritates Jessie’s already sensitive sinuses, and his eyes water, squinting while his nostrils flare just before he throws an arm over his face. “IikisshHUE! Huh… ugh, sorry, babe.” 

There was a concerned look on the taller man’s face as he reached forward to cup Jessie’s cheek and jaw. “Bless you, puppy. Let me go get the fire started and bring you some soup. You get comfy in bed and just wait for me here.” He urged the slightly smaller of the two, gently pushing his boyfriend back towards the headboard.

It didn’t exactly take much to convince Jessie, who quickly slipped under the blankets while the wind outside their cabin howled. It wasn’t a drafty cabin by any means. Hale ensured that, but temperatures outside still made the ones inside plummet if there wasn’t some kind of heat source. Even the hairs on Hale’s body were starting to stand on end. “Go on, h-hhhandsome. I’ll behave.” 

Without another word, Hale pressed a soft kiss to Jessie’s forehead and padded downstairs. His bare feet were quiet on their old, worn wooden floorboards. It was a good twenty to twenty-five minutes before Hale returned with soup as the cabin began warming up. “I brought chicken dumpling. It was all we had in cans, and I figured you just wanted to eat and get back to sleep. Not wait ten years for me to try and make soup.” His voice was light and teasing, but they both knew Hale wasn’t fast in the kitchen. The silver wolf had once taken a kitchen job, and Jessie remembered what utter hell that had been.

Some old vices had risen to the surface uncomfortably quick with how stressed Hale had gotten, and they’d both agreed that line of work just wasn’t for him. Cooking at home when he had the time to do so was just much safer for everyone involved. 

Now though? As the other wolf brought a tray to him in bed, Jessie could practically see his tail wagging at a job well done of caring for his mate. “C’mere…” Jessie whined softly, making grabby hands at his boyfriend, who agreeably leaned closer so he could press their lips together. 

Hale let out a soft, appreciative hum at the kiss and melted right into it. Though he did still keep it short, “You’re gonna get me sick, pup.” He warned softly and kissed the very tip of Jessie’s nose, igniting a tickle in the irritated pink appendage. 

“T-thought you didn’t get siihh sick…” That tickle turned into a persistent buzz. Usually, Jessie wasn’t quite so sensitive, but his nose was always overly sensitive when he got colds. “H-Hih-Hale… I’m gonna…” They were still face to face, and suddenly Jessie felt a warm, callused hand grab his chin to tilt his face up as Hale straightened up.

A quiet but deep chuckle left the blonde, “You gotta ask if you want a tissue, puppy.”

Another dizzyingly sharp inhale sucked in through Jessie’s lips and nose as he hitched, “C-Can I hhiih… have a tiiiIKSHiew! Oh- Ixxkshhuh! HiiiIKSHiew!” Warm mess sprayed against Hale’s wrist and arm, leaving Jessie mortified as he tried to snuffle back the mess on his upper lip.

“Bless you,” Hale whispered and snatched a tissue from the box on the bedside table to bring it to Jessie’s face, gently swiping away the mess. It made Jessie’s pink and sensitive nostrils twitch, but he gave his nose a rough rub once Hale backed off to try and squash the tickle trying to resurface so soon. “Thagks…” Even so embarrassed, he leans into Hale’s touches. 

“Welcome,” Hale murmurs in response before kissing Jessie’s hairline softly. “And good boy asking for your tissue.”

Warmth flooded Jessie’s chest, and he smiled at the praise and closed his eyes to relish in it. That’s when a warm arm snakes around him and pulls him down into the bed. A congested little gasp slips from Jessie as he’s pressed to Hale’s warm chest, and a shiver rattles him from head to toe. “Holy shit, you’re like a god dabd furdace…”

A little snort of amusement left Hale, making some strands of Jessie’s hair dance as the warm gust of air tickled him. “Perks of being me, s’pose.” He mumbles and then pauses to yawn wide, giving Jessie a little squeeze as he does. Then he tugs the sheets and blankets up over them both. “Get some rest, sweetpup. I gotcha.”

The promise was one Hale made often, and Jessie needed to hear more than anything. He was safe, home, and his boyfriend was holding him close. Even if he felt like shit, they’d get through this. They always did, and they always would.

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[ocs] crow is a shameless thief of boyfriend sweaters (even if black is usually more their colour) and frequent catcher of colds. phoenix is besotted.

(don't reblog to non-kink blogs pls!)

[hachiibun]

Thank you, Anon! I hope to continue making art for you to love 💖 I've been having a crisis of confidence lately, worrying about people not really wanting to talk to me, so all the positivity and your ask came at a really good time 💕 I really appreciate all of it

So to make it special, I decided it's long overdue to have Quinn sneeze! He seems to be enjoying himself — hopefully you enjoy him too~! Maybe I'll do some interactive stuff with him soon...

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[aller-geez]

I know I said no more vanilla art for a while but…

Just look at this magnificent creature… 😮‍💨

[snzyspencer]

Thinking about doing something for kinktober but for the snz community. I know we have sicktember but I’m thinking of doing something that’s more directly kink based… thoughts welcomed

[sunsetsnz]

brooo adhd is wild like. i see a cool thing someone else does and i’m like huh *i* should do that!! like right now!!! (already has a list of incomplete to-dos longer than my own body)

[hidemysoul]

"I don't wanna be myself, so I tried to drow myself. maybe it's a cry for help?"

Luigi my poor Luigi 🥲

[fuckin-sick-bih]

Scent Sensitive

Fandom: Original Fiction (Hale & Jessie) Summary: Hale had always had a great nose, able to follow scent trails for miles. It was one of the things he'd excelled at during training to lead his home pack one day, but that sensitivity comes at a price they find one Saturday while candle shopping. (Jessie has the kink!) CW: spray mess, sneezing on partner/self, pet names such as "puppy" and "brat" as terms of endearment, blunt terminology for body parts below (oral & p in v), maybe hints of BDSM dynamics but they're pretty light?, and running theme of werewolf-esque dynamics as both Jessie and Hale are wolf shifters. Word Count: 4,476 MINORS DNI Author Note: Well, here it is! My OCs in their own universe just... honestly just being in love? Idk I love my boys and I'm enjoying getting to see Jessie grow as a character after all the years of work I've put into Hale. Someday I'll get that book written...

“I’m just saying the cabin smells musty is all!” Jessie complained one Saturday morning while elbow-deep in dishes after breakfast. Pancakes always got a bit messy with the two. They tended to end up slinging the batter at one another halfway through cooking and got a little bit of it everywhere.

There was a roll of eyes from the blonde who glanced over at his mate while drying and putting away their cookware. “I like the musty smell.”

A scoff came from Jessie who promptly flicked water at Hale who flinched and chuckled when he got wet from the flying droplets of warm, soapy water. “Bullshit! I know you’re a nature boy but come on!”

Hale wrapped an arm around Jessie’s waist and pulled him in close to kiss his forehead. “I do! It reminds me of the apartment I had back home in Alaska.” He admitted to his mate, kissing softly over his neck, and breathing in his scent. Vintage leather from the truck Hale had helped him fix and the black cherry shampoo he used to try and cover his natural scent of Texas cactus blossom.

Some people had reasons for trying to hide their natural scents… their pasts…

“Such bullshit… we’re going to the candle store in town. No but’s.” The brunette insisted and bumped his hip against Hale, but it wasn’t the bump that made him groan.

. . .

A soft, digital bell tune played as they entered the shop with their hands clasped together and fingers gently intertwined. Hale ran the calloused tips of his fingers over Jessie’s palm as the brunette slipped quickly away from him to begin going off to find some candles he might like.

The scent of the shop itself was utterly overwhelming to Hale’s well-trained nose. Already he could feel it burning in his sinuses and he scrunched his nose in response to the stimulus. Candles or overpowering scents weren’t really his thing, and this was a shop entirely devoted to it. Every wall was lined with candles, incense, and wax melts upon each shelf.

No space was left unused without some sort of scented item or small cups of coffee beans dispersed around the shop. Jessie would call it tasteful maximalism, but Hale just called it excessive. Soon enough, Hale was rubbing at his nose a little as he felt a tingle already starting.

“Jes?” Hale muttered, moving over towards his mate while still rubbing his knuckle against the left side of his nose. Though when he reached his mate, Jessie immediately pressed a candle into his hands for him to hold. “Uh- sweethhheart…” His breath caught softly as he tried to get Jessie’s attention and for once the other didn’t seem to notice immediately.

Jessie, gods above he really did love that man, was rocking ever so slightly back and forth on the balls of his feet while he inhaled deeply from the candle. “Babe, this one almost smells just like y- what’s wrong?” As Jessie finally seemed to notice the way Hale’s nostrils were twitching and his eyes ever so slightly watering.

With a slight shake of his head, Hale held up a finger and turned while his breath hitched dangerously sharp before crushing his nose against his own shoulder. “Hiiih’GHt! Ugh, s’cuse sorry.” Of course, by now in their relationship Hale knew about Jessie’s little kink and when he looked up he swore he could see Jessie’s pupils dilate. He sniffled and smirked ever so slightly, suddenly ready to stay in this candle shop as long as he could stand it. “Must be the scents. You know how I am. What were you saying? That a good one? Let me smell.”

Before Jessie could even try to move the candle, Hale leaned right in to catch a whiff of the candle that smelled strongly reminiscent of his shampoo except much more potent. His nose itched and burned, making Hale jerk his head back in surprise as his nose scrunched. “Oh fuhhh hG’TSH! Ngx’t! Heh… fuck snf! lost the last one.” He grumbled and scrubbed at his nose.

Meanwhile, Jessie was staring at him in utter shock, and he realized it only a few moments later when his mate nearly dropped the candle he’d been holding. “Oh my god, you brat.” Jessie hissed under his breath at the slightly larger wolf and tucked the candle close to his own chest so he could go swatting at Hale’s. “You did that on purpose.”

“Sure did,” Hale replied cheekily with a smirk. “What’re you gonna d-ddiih­ do about it, puppy?”

As Hale’s hazel eyes raked over Jessie’s form, he watched the other shift his weight and how his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed. There was the slightest hint of his mate’s arousal tinting the air now, but Hale could only pick it out of the onslaught of candle scents because he knew it like the back of his hand. Trying to even pick up that scent only brought in more of the irritating candles and Hale’s nose prickled with more of that itch. “Hehh-! Ugh c’mon…”

While one of his hands came up to rub roughly at his nose, Hale spotted Jessie finally unfreezing himself to start browsing the candles again. That bastard… he thought to himself with a grin. Suddenly, Jessie was turning to offer him a candle to smell. “Here. I tried this one earlier, but I didn’t think it smelled like anything. It’s called Summer Nights or something?” Ever so slightly, Jessie twisted the candle to check the label and nodded in confirmation. “Yep. So, what does a Summer Night smell like, babe?” He jokes with a grin, holding the candle out to Hale.

Obligingly, Hale leaned forward to give the candle a cautious sniff. To his surprise, he found he rather liked it. “Huh… actually, can we get this one? It’s subtle. There’s an almost mossy smell to it too.” He hums and offers it back to Jessie who does sniff it once more before shrugging.

“Sure, let’s get it.” Jessie agreed with a soft smile. “Especially if it’s one we can actually use for its intended purpose.” He teased, already going back to looking for more candles. Meanwhile, Hale was busy rubbing at his quickly reddening nostrils as his nose itched worse. It felt like every breath was torture, making his nose scrunch and his breath waver.

Finally, the blonde bent at the waist as he pitched forward with sneezes he tried to stifle as he pinched his nose hastily with his fingers. “HeIXT’sh! Hhih… Jessiih- IX’t! Hext’shh! Ugh, my bad.” He mumbled, realizing there were a few pairs of eyes on them now with his sneezing. “Jes, I think we have e-enough candles. Can we pay and go?” he asked hopefully, eyeing the bundle of candles in his mate’s arms.

Jessie, at least, had the sense to look playfully guilty as he replied, “Can’t we stay a liiittle longer, please?” But even as he said it, Jessie was leading them toward the registers to pay.

. . .

Soon they were stepping back into their “musty” cabin and Jessie was clinging tight to his bag of candles with a bright smile. Hale pawed at his still itchy and red nose, “Happy, puppy?” he asked in amusement.

“Thrilled,” Jessie replied and leaned over to kiss Hale’s lips while they were busy getting their shoes off at the door.

Hale took significantly longer due to unlacing his boots and by the time he met Jessie in the kitchen, there was already a candle lit and waiting. Just one lit candle wasn’t going to hit him fast, so Hale leaned in to carefully give it a sniff. The buzzing sprung up quickly after that and made his sinuses feel like there were tiny feathers crawling through his nose. He straightened up while gasping, “Ihh… Jes, gonna- gonna s-snehhXt’Shhuh!”

His warning almost hadn’t given Jessie enough time to come press in close, holding both of Hale’s hands in his own as his mate’s head jerked forwards with a sneeze. Jessie intertwined their fingers and pressed a soft kiss to Hale’s lips. “Bless you, fuck… tell me why we never thought to do this before?”

“Because… ihhxT’Shiew! Huh, because someone never told me about h-hihh…” Hale hitched and paused mid-sentence to rub at his nose with his wrist, grimacing a little when he realized it was running slightly. “About his kink until we’d been together a while.” A wet little sniffle escaped him before the tickle flared, making his eyes flutter before he pitched forward toward Jessie’s chest. “HiiXT’SHH! Ext’SHiew! Ugh, fucking hell…”

When Hale’s eyes opened, he found Jessie staring at him like he’d somehow hung the moon and painted the stars. “What?” He asked, sounding amused and just a little stuffy as he gave another small sniff.

It seemed to take Jessie a moment to shake himself from his revelry, closing his mouth that hung ever so slightly open. “Sorry, just- you don’t even know how damn beautiful you are doin’ that.” He was so lost in his own thought that some of that Texas drawl slipped out like it often did when he wasn’t thinking about it. It always made Hale smile.

Hale leaned in to press their lips together without another moment’s hesitation, feeling the slight dampness of his nose brushing against Jessie’s own as they kissed. The itch from the candle was, in fact, relentless, however, and after just a few moments of kissing Hale had to pull back as his breath hitched. “Jeeeh-! Jes gonna… s-sneeze… where-?”

Every breath felt like it might tip him over the edge and send him into a volatile fit at this point, the itch growing maddening now as the candle burned longer and he steeped in its scent. Luckily all of the years playing nice with the old authoritative bastards in his father’s board rooms back in Alaska had taught him a thing or two about holding back. His tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth to try and suppress the urge. Jessie’s hands moved away from his own to pull him in close, just holding him. The way their bodies pressed together let Jessie feel every shuddering breath he sucked in, and Hale could distinctly feel his mate pressing up against his hip. He knew exactly what that meant.

It made his own body warm with arousal knowing he could do that to Jessie so unintentionally. “Against my neck?” Jessie’s voice came out soft, sounding hesitantly hopeful in a way and Hale’s own stomach flipped.

Hale nodded, nuzzling his face right against the Texan’s neck so his running nose trailed briefly against his jugular before his nostrils flared. “Caaahn’t- hEXt’Shh! Oh shit- Heh’txssHUH! Het’shhIEW! EISHiue! Ihh… Ixxt’shhuh! Fuck b’me…” A hint of congestion made itself known after the fit that shook his large frame against his mate, squeezing him gently with every sneeze.

“Yes, please,” Jessie said with a breathless laugh, trailing his fingers gently through Hale’s long, dirty blonde hair. “You can’t just say shit like that after sneezing on me, asshole. I’m gonna cum in my pants.”

A sniff and then a soft laugh escaped Hale as he was playfully scolded by his mate. “Well, that’d be a waste… I’d rather you cum on my tongue.” He murmured, gently rubbing his nose just behind Jessie’s ear before nipping his lobe softly. “E-especially… ihh fuck- hang on…” The tickle was prickling back to life and Hale scrunched his nose, glancing at the candle. Barely even a dent in the wax. Oh, he really was in for it.

Jessie seemed to almost squirm in the moment of anticipation as Hale’s breath stuttered, caught as he brought a hand up to rub at his nose. “Ugh, nope. Sorry, not yet.” He apologized to the brunette and kissed him softly on the lips while leaning back a little. “Get on the counter.” He ordered, patting the granite behind Jessie.

A surprised laugh came tumbling out of Jessie before he pushed himself to sit on the counter. Hale spread the other’s knees, a hand placed gently on each one, so he could fit his hips between Jessie’s thighs. “See? Much better.” He hummed and leaned in to start kissing over his mate’s jaw which then trailed down his neck that let Hale nuzzle his twitching nose against him. “I think it’s about time we really explore this kink of y-yours… hih-! Oh… Hih’xt’sHH! Ugh.”

The sneeze had his head snapping down to practically bump the tip of his nose right against the hollow between Jessie’s collarbones and his mate moaned softly. “Yes, fuck, please…”

That earned Jessie a chuckle and soft sniffle from Hale who was gently running his hands lovingly over his thighs now. “Well since you said please…” He teased and his fingers moved to work at Jessie’s button and fly while he kissed him again. One hand slid eagerly down into Jessie’s jeans, parting the front opening of his boxers to brush his fingers against the drenched folds. “Fuck, puppy… you’re soaked.” He breathed out, looking up to check Jessie’s expression.

A soft little moan slipped out of Jessie who tried to press against Hale’s exploring fingers only to jump when the blonde suddenly flicked his middle finger upward to lightly brush his obvious clit. “Mh-! Told you I have a… y’know, thing for sneezing.” And it was like Jessie couldn’t sit still after that, especially not when Hale sniffled before speaking next.

“Clearly,” he teased in response, red nostrils flaring a little as the itch prickled its way back in again. “Ngh… hehh…” This time he didn’t hold back the little hitches of breath as his digits circled Jessie’s clit, practically feeling him throb with arousal. “W-Which hih-! Ugh, snff which candle did you l-light?” He asked softly, pushing up Jessie’s shirt a little with his opposite hand.

From what Hale could see through squinted, watery eyes, Jessie was struggling to focus and answer him while so enraptured by the pleasure. “U-Um… Morning Blossoms, I think. Oh-” A moan slipped from Jessie as Hale suddenly trailed his fingers to stroke over his clit instead now.

“Smells nice. You should burn i-iihh it more.” Hale teased, nostrils suddenly flaring, and eyes fluttering closed as his head snapped forward to mist Jessie’s hips and stomach with a sneeze this time. All the while he dutifully kept stroking his clit in slow, gentle motions which made Jessie buck his hips and moan when the sneezes came tumbling from Hale.

“Heeh’txSHH! Ext’SHHiew! HehXT’shhuh! “ Something like a relieved little groan slipped out of Hale when he finally rid himself of the maddening sensation for a bit. “Jeez…” Then he was smirking as Jessie was still moving his hips against his fingers. “You like that, puppy? You know I meant it when I said I wanted you cumming on my tongue…” His voice was practically a purr now as he spoke to Jessie. “Would you like that?”

Instantly, Jessie was nodding as he looked down at Hale while his hands clenched at his sides. “Yes please, oh my gods… I want that.” He rambled out and Hale smiled softly at him, pulling his hand out of his pants to tug them down instead.

Once Jessie had his jeans and boxers around one ankle, Hale pulled him to the edge of the counter and dropped to his knees. Before he could go much further, his nose had other ideas and his eyes fluttered slightly. “H-haang…. Ixtt’SHH! HeXT’SHH! ET’SHH!” The itchy triple came out so fast that Hale barely had time to decide where he was aiming. The gasping moan that left Jessie told him his indecision had been just fine given he’d ended up jerking to the side to sneeze against the other’s thigh.

“Good boy,” Hale hummed, moving Jessie’s thighs onto his shoulders before he licked from the bottom of his folds all the way to his clit. The familiar taste hit him, and Hale wrapped his arms eagerly around Jessie, holding onto him and squeezing his ass playfully. Quickly, Hale focused his attention on Jessie’s clit, circling and sucking softly at the sensitive nub of nerves.

It lasted maybe a minute tops before he had to switch to trailing his tongue along Jessie’s folds because his nose was buzzing again. “Hihh… Fuck-” Soft, hitchy breaths puffed out against warm, wet folds and Jessie moaned and whimpered. A hand found its way into Hale’s hair again, fingers curling to grip. “I-Itches sorrehh- exxTSHiew!” The single sneeze had Hale pressing forwards, his nose brushing right up against Jessie’s clit.

“Oh my fuck, don’t you apologize for any of this.” Jessie half whined; half moaned as he twitched his hips up towards Hale’s face. “Please…”

Hale flicked his tongue over Jessie’s clit directly instead, lavishing the sensitive nub in attention now. He was done dancing around, he wanted to taste Jessie. The directness earned him a surprised moan and Hale’s own eyes fluttered closed as he felt his sinuses buzzing. Just as Jessie was starting to squeeze his head with his thighs, Hale’s nostrils flared, and he pulled back ever so slightly to let out a desperate sounding triple. “HehEXT’shh! HIShhiew! N’gHt’shhue! Huh…”

A breathless little pant came out of him as Hale took a second to catch his breath before he dove right back in to resume his affections. Something like a strangled little moan escaped Jessie and his thighs were soon closing in on Hale’s head again. “Hale, gonna-!” And it was barely a few seconds after that when Jessie was twitching his hips up against Hale’s tongue and face. “Fuck!” He could feel the other’s muscles tensing and relaxing as he finally slumped into a post-orgasmic haze.

Slowly, Hale eased off him and placed gentle kisses along Jessie’s lower belly trailing up to his hips. He was still holding Jessie upright, making sure he didn’t fall off the edge of the counter as he got up off the ground. There was a dull ache in his knees, but he’d kneel there longer than a saint in a church if Jessie asked him to. “Feeling good?” He murmured softly, hooking a finger underneath Jessie’s chin to look at him. Checking in on him.

There was a hazy look in Jessie’s eyes, but a smile on his face. “So fucking good.” He practically giggled and nodded, leaning in to kiss Hale. “Was that a warm-up or are you good?” The brunette asked, glancing down towards Hale’s own jeans while scooting back a little on the counter.

Hale glanced down at himself and the slight bulge to the front of his jeans. They were a little tight but given the sneezing and Jessie in front of him, he hadn’t really been paying attention to himself. “I can always h-have a cold shower if you’re done.” He says, bringing a hand up to rub at his nose while his eyes start to water. “Ngh…”

From the corner of his eye, Hale can see Jessie shudder and lean in closer. “I already have trouble keeping my hands off you when you’re not sneezing your head off, Hawthorn.” His mate practically hissed, and Hale laughed before his expression crumpled as he shuddered with a sneeze.

“HihhEXT’shhiew! Oh fuck.” Hale sniffled and his nose continued to buzz, leaving him looking for a moment like he might sneeze again before he just shook his head. “Ugh, nothing. Never mind. Sorry. Just tickly. Snff!” He then leaned forward to scoop Jessie up, picking him up off the counter with ease, to carry him to their large leather couch.

Along the way, Jessie had kicked his jeans and boxers off his leg and was now just in his t-shirt and socks. “I’m feeling very left out being the only one just Winnie the Pooh-ing it right now.” He teased and kissed Hale’s cheek before he was set down on the couch.

“I’m working on it, hang on.” Hale replied with a chuckle, reaching back to pull off his own shirt in one swift movement. In response, Jessie wolf-whistled. As Hale was undoing his belt and shoving off his pants, a soft breath left him when the pressure was finally off his half-formed erection. “C’mere brat,” he teased the other before diving in to attack him with kisses all over his neck, nipping softly.

The scent of the candle was still strong as ever given their cabin wasn’t exactly very large. Hale could feel it still prickling at his sinuses as he pressed up against Jessie. “Tickles…” he warned him softly, scrunching his nose ever so slightly as if that might alleviate the sensation.

A little groan came from Jessie and the brunette reached a hand to trace the straight bridge of Hale’s nose from near the brow bone to the very tip of his nose. As his fingertip reached the tip of his nose, Hale scrunched his nose when it tickled, but it didn’t push him over the edge. “Snff! Good try, puppy. Not that sensitive, but- mehh… hihh… ohh…”

“You sure?” Jessie replied playfully and Hale felt a nudge to his hip. “Swap positions with me? I want to ride you instead while you just focus on that nose of yours.” He said, biting his lip ever so slightly as he apparently waited for Hale’s decision. Only Hale was rather distracted.

The buzzing itch had flared to an absolutely undeniable urge and Hale was left slack-jawed and hitching. “Hihh… Heh-! Ihih?... IHXt’shh! Het’SHHiew! Eishhhue! Huh fuck…” The tickle was still present, but less so right after a sneeze. “Sounds good to me, puppy.” He moved to lay on the couch and let Jessie straddle him instead, feeling his heart skip a beat at the sight.

If anything, Jessie looked even more excited than he felt. His mate’s pupils were wide, and lust blown and the smile on his face was infectious. “I haven’t said bless you nearly enough this whole time…” he breathes out while reaching towards Hale’s cock. “I’ve been in total shock…” Warm fingers wrap around his length and give a slow stroke to start, making Hale give a short gasp as he quickly began to harden the rest of the way.

Soon Jessie was rolling his hips against Hale’s leg while stroking his cock with his hand. “Jes… fuck please…” He lifted his hips this time, feeling that needy ache thrum through him. Above him, he spotted Jessie smiling before moving to get into a better position straddling him, holding his cock before sliding down on it with ease from his earlier orgasm.

The slick, warm heat that enveloped his cock made Hale toss his head back with a groan. “Oh fhuh…” But even Jessie couldn’t distract his nose from the irritant in the air and Hale rested one hand on his mate’s thigh while the other rubbed fruitlessly at his nose. “Ihhih…” For now, Jessie was just adjusting, getting comfortable taking him as he usually did, but Hale also suspected he was enjoying the show. “Hixxt’SHHuh! Ngh- HenxT’Shhiew! Oh, fuck me… I- heit’sHHuh! Ept’sHHue! HuRSHuh! “

For every sneeze, Hale swore he could feel Jessie’s muscles tighten around his cock ever so slightly. “Sir, yes, sir…” He joked in reply to Hale’s statement between sneezes. Jessie slowly began to move his hips, grinding them slowly as he stayed on Hale’s cock for a bit. Then he began to pick up the pace after a little longer, moving faster and with more determination.

More moans slipped from them both as Hale reached for Jessie to pull him in and down, wanting to kiss him. Their mouths met in an eager clash, and it quickly became more heated and excited than Hale was expecting. He rolled his hips up to meet Jessie’s thrusts down and both moaned at varying pitches. It wouldn’t take much at all for him to cum at this rate, not with how Jessie was riding him harder and faster now. As if the other was also growing closer and seeking his own second release.

One of Hale’s hands moved off Jessie’s thighs to instead brush his fingers over his clit, stroking over it gently as his mate rode him. He felt Jessie squeeze him and he moaned softly, continuing to rub his clit as the other bounced. Only when a sneeze snuck up on him out of nowhere did he falter.

“HeN’tshue! Huh-” Hale gasped out after it, spraying down towards his chest and Jessie’s stomach. The brunette moaned softly, rocking on his cock a moment and Hale felt Jessie’s walls fluttering around him suddenly. “Oh fuck, puppy, cumming on my cock aren’t you?” He asked Jessie with a grin, giving a little twitch of his hips as his own pleasure became too overwhelming to ignore.

All at once, Hale clung to Jessie as he spilled inside him with soft little stuffy pants and low moans. “Fuck… oh Jes…” He felt a little playful tug on his hair that had him moaning pleasantly and giving a little twitch of his hips up into his mate. “Mmf- puppy…” The little aftershocks and trickling waves of pleasure were slowly subsiding as he blinked up at his mate who now smiled down at him.

“Bless you,” Jessie said softly, relaxing his grip on his hair as he said it. For the briefest moment, Hale felt confusion trickling in before the itch he hadn’t even been paying attention to by now suddenly flared with a vengeance.

A gut-wrenching sneeze had Hale turning to try to hide against the couch cushions instinctively. “Hiih’DTSHHuh! Ugh fuck, sorry.” Some spray still misted across Jessie’s bare thigh and made the other man shiver delightedly.

Warm hands roamed over his chest and Hale made a happy little humming sound that vibrated pleasantly within him. “I keep tellin’ you that you don’t have to apologize for any of this, y’know?” He murmured and Jessie trails some kisses lovingly up over his chest now, making the blonde relish in the soft and gentle affections.

“How do you even know I’m gonna sneeze before I do sometimes?” Hale asked with a sniffle and a pout just for dramatic effect.

Meanwhile, Jessie was moving off of him to instead get settled laying down on his chest. “Your brows sort of crease at the center. It either means you’re thinkin’ real hard about somethin’ or you’re gonna sneeze.” The happy little laugh that slipped from Jessie was quite possibly one of the most beautiful things Hale had ever heard and if his stupid, frowning pre-sneeze face got that laugh from Jessie he’d take it.

The two settled into a comfortable silence, broken only by Hale’s wet sniffles, occasional sneezes, and Jessie’s little hums in response. In the kitchen, the candle burned unhindered as the two dozed in comfort.

[thedevillionaire]

Alrighty, C&K's romance arc sequence is completed and posted on my sideblog vanilla fic repository thing. I'll try and get a pinned post up there too at some point. And once again, and always, thank you so damn much for your interest/time/thoughts. I heart you.

[hachiibun]

Have Gen helping his date Zion out as a treat in between me working on comms and projects~! Zion is @sailormoon-snz's guy 😌

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[aller-geez]

You may have a little self indulgent fever/injury whump Remi, as a treat~ ⋆⭒˚｡⋆. ˙ᵕ˙

Remi, as I’m sure you know by now, is a grey wolf shifter, and has a natural body temperature that more resembles a canine, but a little warmer⨾ 104.6 is usually where it stays when he’s healthy.

108.6 ˚ would definitely leave him a lil delirious, but thankfully it won’t cause his brain cells to melt within his head (cause c’mon, the guy’s already a lil…. dense… he doesn’t really have much to spare…. >ヮ<)

Damn, Remi, leave some pussy for the rest of us.

( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) 

[sapphicsnzs]

just me life updating about moving and other ramblings in the tags lmao

[juxtaposedrose]

Panopticon [oneshot, NSFW, F/F]

ok. by popular*** demand, here is 1.2k of obsessive evil lesbian mech pilot hatemasturbation. it is very much Not a sneezekink or adjacent fic but still blisteringly horny along a bunch of other axes particular to me, lmao.

some basic character context since these two are part of a larger setting:

Seo-Hyun: stringy spiteful arrogant little yandere. hoards secrets and deeply enjoys using them to pick her enemies apart. Pilots PHANTASIA, a drone-based hacking platform designed to gather a brain-liquifying amount of realtime tactical info and exploit it to the fullest.

Rhea: quiet twitchy butch service top. tall, dark, terrifyingly physical. breaks your arm as foreplay. Pilots RAPTURE, a shock-and-awe assault frame that'll scare you half to death before its lance takes care of the other half.

These two are on opposite sides of a war, and have hooked up once before (it went Poorly, to say the least). Seo-Hyun still can't keep the memories out of her mind, much to her frustration.

relevant tags: cockpit masturbation, overstimulation, degradation, light descriptions of gore, scent kink

You know what they say: you never really know a girl until you watch her capillaries twitch in 5D subjectivity-sync panorama.

Seo-Hyun leans back in the cockpit and frowns, brushing one scene away and flicking over to another. Around her is a broken-mirror constellation of moments in extrapolated spacetime, PHANTASIA's fractal s[y/i]m-sensorium arrayed in full splendor. She's pulling every feed indiscriminately, visual and infra and lancet anatomy and acoustic, a superimposed hypermemory cacaphony. There's no obvious order, no hierarchy, just a common theme:

Rhea, small talk, the way her words form like her mouth is overfull and she can't bear to swallow, Rhea, lips wrapped around the mouth of a bottle like she's ready to bite through it, Rhea, eyes like compound fractures, howling death from hoarse lungs, juiced on killswitch fervor, Rhea, vivisected, splined into diffuse anatomy, cushioned gelsockets and carbon-core bones and spiderwebs of latticed redundant nerves, Rhea, laughing, half-throttled by a tightened throat but betrayed by her shoulders, Rhea and her too-sharp grin, Rhea choking on a mouth full of blood and shattered teeth, Rhea supine staring at her with heaving breaths and matted hair and that same love-hate-fuck-kill expression, in that kiss-you-and-suck-out-your-spine way,

Rhea, glaring, knelt, cock thick and twitching against her waistband and sheened with needy pearlescence—

Seo-Hyun bites down on the inside of her cheek hard enough that only perfect interoception stops it from drawing blood. The fragment is gone not a second after it materializes—using passive voice is infuriatingly unconvincing, even to her—but the damage is done: the flush coloring her cheeks, the stinging in the side of her mouth, the flashfire induction coil of heat uncurling in the pit of her stomach. She glares, first at nothing in particular, then up at one of the hundreds of superimposed slivers of the culprit. Lets herself settle in the chair, crosses and uncrosses her thighs, fails to suppress a small shudder at even the cursory friction.

Rhea in the prefab's meager gym, sweat glistening off pumped trapezius, the glint of subdermals coiling up her spine—

One of Seo-Hyun's hands creeps across her syncsuit, brushing the already-sensitized cap of one of her nipples. She pulls in a sharp breath.

Rhea's lips, full and strong, deathcrushed against hers like she's kissing to win, the taste-heat-fullness of her tongue in her mouth—

The hand slides lower, fingers creeping between thighs, pressed against the cool, near-skintight clutch of the suit. She finds a rhythm, slow at first but unwilling to stay that way, a flushed resentful accelerando.

Rhea, soaked head to toe in blood, eyes bright and adoring, a still-beating ventricle clenched her teeth. "For you," comes her voice from unmoving lips, "all for you, Seo—"

Rhea's arms Rhea's mouth Rhea's tongue Rhea's cock Rhea's teeth Rhea's scent RheaRheaRhea—

"Ffuck," Seo-Hyun breathes, leaning back further. She can feel the slickness beneath the suit, the way it shifts under her fingers, can feel the way this makes her feel and hates it, needs it, needs more—

She shuts her eyes and pulls PHANTASIA's focus inward, wrapping herself in a deep-field scanblanket, and exhales sharply as she finds her prize. A half-millimeter of dark hair on her collar, thicker than her own, desiccated but still flush with bioresiduals, salt and shed epiderm and lipid fragments. She turns the Ardor's attention to it, then twists in the cockpit, pulling a folding survival knife from its place in her field carry with her free hand and taking a bundle of her syncsuit in her teeth. After a few dilated seconds of desperate sawing, the knife drops with a clatter, and a fist-sized patch of her own crumpled suit cuts free. Seo-Hyun shoves the fabric in her face like a chloroform rag, inhales greedily, and routes all twenty-four of PHANTASIA's mimesis clusters to olfactory.

The million-sample approximation of Rhea's musk hits her like a tide, ozone and iron and sweaty kevtex and camphor and cheap prefab soap and hot debasement dripping down her back and the noise it pulls out of her is so high and ragged and slaveringly hungry she flushes crimson as she hears it. Something like shame crawls from her stomach and she balls the hand holding the scrap into a fist and slams it hard enough against the Ardor's endoskeleton to jam a finger but even the sunburst of pain feels like a polybraid-tendoned hand pinning her wrist, like the lust-edged grunting satisfaction of an armbar dislocation, like her—

"F-Fuuuhcking useless brih—hhck," Seo-Hyun half-moans, hips bucking as her good hand works furiously against the heat-trap smoothness of the syncsuit. She’s so wet it’s all but frictionless now; it isn't enough—she pulls back and fumbles for the zipper, normally-surgical movements made sloppy and scrabbling by overboiling want, and plunges two fingers just below its terminus, fucking herself with rough, spiteful desperation. "Pathetic bleeder frhheak. Waste of a—ahn—a ffucking Ardor on a glazed-over h-hhammerbrai—hh!ned mutt—"

She imagines hissing it in Rhea's ear, imagines what she'd get back, the mewling repartee—and before she can second-guess, PHANTASIA has it ready.

"Yes," says almost-Rhea, half-whispered and thick with barely-shackled lust, 99th-percentile synthesis reverberating through her cockpit. "More."

"Yes. More? Dihh—hn—dsappointing even from you," Seo-Hyun hisses, less steady than she wants and too horny to care. "You're f-ffucking lucky I bother wasting breath when all I get back is your mh!—monosyllah—bic animal want. Garbage," She's getting close, the cadence of her fingers tightening to jagged staccato. "Whiiny, defective fuhh—hcktoys don't deserve to share my air or hear my voice, let alone be spoken to." She thinks of Rhea, the real thing, face tearstreaked hands bound cock throbbing at attention, begging for reminders of her place, and feels the molten wave building in her gut begin to crest.

"Yes, Sir," Rhea's voice, moaning now, the perfect swell of need, the perfect tint of shame—"I'm worthless. I'm nothing."

"Nnnh��no," growls Seo-Hyun, curling fingers in her core, the lightest brush of her thumb across her clit like the jolt of an arc flash, an erupting cascade of pleasure down her spine. "You’re worse—"

The sensorium shatters as Seo-Hyun does and for interminable seconds she has only her thoughts in her brain alone and the only thing there is her her her, gorewhore supplicant Rapture fuckbitch with voice like a lathe, her name a fucking curse, an oath, a profane prayer—

“Fuck you, Rhhmmnn—!!” She muffles the taboo into an arm and clenched teeth, hips twitching in the air as she rides out the most shameful and brainmeltingly intense subsync orgasm she’s ever had, endorphins crackling across every inch of her like sheets of cold fire.

Eventually, it settles, and she regains nominal control of her limbs and lungs again. In a drainpipe rush of sensory collapse, Seo-Hyun breaks sync from PHANTASIA, pulling back to solo subjectivity. For several minutes, she lays unmoving in her pilot’s chair, legs trembling, heady with oxytocin and adrenaline and fury and a hundred other things that for once she has no desire to dissect or categorize.

Next time, if she lives that long, she’s stealing a pair of boxers.

[thekinkyleopard]

Here’s an updated WIP List

Writing:

Just between us - Kanai x Drae snz, Al tease

The Happy Ending- Al x Drae Sick Fic Caretaking/Smut

Hot for Teacher P.6

Connie Lore “Little Orphan Nini”

Conceptualizing:

Remi x Levi “I’m not sick” Competition Ft Biz and the girls Snz

Remi x Levi Snz Series Remi is a junior college bully, Levi is a fresh meat nerd. (Constant bully inducing)

Al x Ka x Drae Night out bar Fluff

Late night tickle 2 Remi snz

[nobodybetterlookatme]

Man do y'all remember the days when I was uploading like a fic a week? Crazy that I had that much time and motivation lmao I miss that shit. Now I just rotate my OCs in my head and write/draw nothing 😭

[fuckin-sick-bih]

not to be a slut or anything but UGH i am in such the mood to write about my OC Hale stuck with a wretched cold in the most insufferable town meeting he can't get out of

i will be going feral about this under the cut

can't focus on anything with how badly he needs to sneeze, and can't leave because that's not very Future Head Alpha Of The Town of him. PLUS his dad Morgan, the notorious asshole running the town, is watching like a hawk from across the table while also keeping the meeting running through every sniffle, stifled sneeze, and uncomfortable shuffle/shiver from Hale.

poor thing is just so stuffed up, can barely breathe so he does his best to breathe quietly through his mouth only it just makes his lips chapped and hurt. every stifled sneeze sounds horribly congested now. pinched off and squelching when he pinches his nose to try and keep them contained.

he just can't do it without using a hand anymore. usually he's great at stifling, could do it all day long, but now he can only just barely hold back the messy, coldish sneezes that threaten to tear through him.

he's exhausted from all these food rationing meetings and it's only just the start of winter. when he pauses to rub at his temples or his eyes, maybe even at his sinuses a little, he can feel Morgan's eyes boring holes into him. glaring him down. so he slumps as much into his seat as he's allowed and powers through.

when it's all finally over and he stumbles home into his drafty, musty little apartment to curl up on the couch he drops right to sleep.

i'm torn between hurt-no-comfort or hurt-then-comfort