#sneezefic

[snzluckys]

Saw this in a NON snz blog, so I decided to draw my version 🤭

A T/o/Z OtT fanart based in a fic were l/ink catch a cold a navy take him to m/alon to take care of him 💖

[sunshinesickies]

Feveruary Day 5— “Could you just hold me?”— Jinx x Reader

Based on a request. My first time writing Jinx! I low-key ran out of motivation today and it’s not proof read, but I hope it’s okay, I just wanna do my baby justice

It started about a week ago, your suspicions that your girlfriend was coming down with a cold. At first it was just a few small comments here and there about small headaches or being achy, but nothing even close to outright admitting she might be getting sick.

Back when you’d first started dating, and even before that when you were friends, there had been a few times when you had brought up your concerns about whatever bugs she’d managed to catch at the time, but you’d learned your lesson quickly that being taken care of like that was no where near her comfort zone.

By now, Jinx had become more used to vocalizing her needs and quite often complains about her gadgets and whatnot, but what she still isn’t used to, is vulnerability. Especially when it comes to sickness. She has no problems taking care of you when you’re feeling under the weather, but she herself doesn’t get sick often, and if she does, she rarely lets you know.

So you treaded carefully. But that was a while ago, and you and Jinx have come really far in your relationship and how you go about being with each other. Still, this whole week you’ve been tentative, unsure of how to approach the subject that your girlfriend was very clearly sick and should definitely be resting, not pulling all-nighters to work on her projects.

A few days ago you’d decided that for now, you weren’t going to mention her growing cold unless it got drastically worse, and that for now, you’d just make sure to do little things to make her life easier. Things like reminding her to eat since she often skips meals when’s she’s deep in her work, or bringing her a fresh glass of water, claiming you ‘just want her to stay hydrated’, and buying boxes of tissues and leaving them inconspicuously where you know she’ll find them if she needs them.

Your hope was that eventually, she’d give in and come to you about her illness. But now, almost a week later, you’d begun to believe it just wasn’t something she was comfortable with. You hope that one day she’ll invite you in completely, though you know it will take time, and you’re okay with that. Because there’s no one else you’d rather be with, no one else you rather be there for, and you know she loves you. So you’ll be patient, because you love her too.

Your attention is pulled away from your thoughts when you distantly hear a harsh sneeze followed by a muttered ‘bless me’ coming from Jinx’s workshop. You roll your eyes slightly with a small chuckle. You’d lost track of how many times that had happened even just today, though you took note that Jinx blessed herself out loud every single time without fail. It made you smile each time you learned a new little quirk of your girlfriend’s. A moment later you hear the muffled sounds of her blowing her nose, which you really hope she’s doing so in some of the tissues you’d strategically placed earlier.

You return to your own activity, doing your best to focus and distract yourself from the desire to just storm into the workshop, scoop up your stubborn girlfriend, wrap her in a blanket like a burrito and hold her until she’s better. She’ll come to you when she’s ready. You remind yourself gently.

A few hours later and you’ve finished your work and are now cozied up on Jinx’s old battered couch with a soft blanket, reading a book. A sudden BOOM makes your head jerk up from the pages, your senses immediately going on high alter.

Random explosions and sudden loud noises are something you’ve grown used to, you are dating Jinx after all, but something about this one felt off to you. Not to mention it was quickly followed by a string of unhinged cursing. Another explosive sound echos from the other room and you’re quickly on your feet, jumping up and sprinting to the source.

You burst into the workshop to find Jinx in the middle of what seems to be an emotional meltdown—most likely caused by her sickness, you guess. Once you see she’s not in any active danger, you wait a moment to see if she’ll calm down. She’s swearing up a storm, pacing in front of her workbench and grumbling angrily towards herself and at whatever she’s holding in her hands.

You decide to make yourself known when she slumps down on her stool, tossing her gadget across the workbench with an exasperated huff. “Jinx? Babe you alright, I heard some booms.” You try to speak as softly as possible as to not to startle her. She turns quickly to watch as you further enter the room, her hands pulling at her long braids which are messy and becoming undone.

“oh, hey toots. Everything’s just peachy.” She drawls sarcastically. “And haven’t you ever heard an explosion before? I mean have ya met me?” She tries to deflect but you give her a pointed look. “Jinx.” Is all you have to say and right then, you can see her resolve leaving as her shoulder sag even more and she gazes towards the ground.

“Jus’ a little mishap…” She gestures vaguely in the direction her invention rolled off to. “…can’t get the stupid thing to work, maybe I need to sleep on it.” She mutters, obviously annoyed at herself. You calmly close the distance between you, but leave enough space so she doesn’t feel crowded by your presence.

“You, admitting you need sleep? Never thought the day would come.” You joke lightly to keep yourself from showing your growing worry. Now that you’re closer, you can see smudges of gunpowder and oil all over her skin and clothes, probably from the explosion. Your heart clenches as the thought of her getting impacted by it, at least she didn’t seem hurt.

But she is without a doubt sick. Her normally pale face is alarmingly ghostly yet her cheeks are flushed a deep pink in contrast, and her forehead is practically dripping with sweat from working herself too hard, and from the fever you know she has.

She smiles slightly at your words but her light chuckle quickly turns into a deep coughing fit that has her doubled over and you rushing to rub her back and hold her steady. “Jinx” You repeat when she’s done and she looks up at you, her amethyst eyes watery and drooping with exhaustion. You cup the side of her face with you hand, frowning deeply at the amount of heat you feel.

“Let’s take a break, hmm? Get ya cleaned up?” You suggest gently and you can see her mind spinning, calculating her next move. With the softness in your tone, and the tenderness of your thumb brushing her cheek, she finally gives in, allowing you to lead her to the bathroom. You sit her down on the closed toilet seat and turn to the sink, wetting a cloth with warm water and a little soap.

Silently, she lets you clean off her face, arms, and neck. You could have had her get in the shower, but that’s a battle for another time, you decided as you watched her eyes flutter between open and closed while you worked. When you’re done, you guide Jinx to your makeshift bed, letting her change out of her dirty clothes while you grab her a glass of water.

When you return, she’s already in bed and you hide your surprise that you didn’t have to convince her further. She watches you with tired eyes as you set the water on the nightstand for later before you sit on the edge of the bed. “Is there anything else I can do to uh…” You don’t exactly know how to phrase it, but she nods as you trail off.

“Could, could you maybe just hold me?” Jinx whispers so low and so shyly you almost don’t hear it, but of course you do, because all your love and attention is on her. You smile softly as you nod and immediately move to get into bed with her. “Of course, babes.” She wastes no time snuggling close to your side, resting her head to your chest with a deep sigh.

You wrap your arms tightly around her, grounding her to the moment, and you feel her body soften as she finally allows herself to start relaxing. You stay like this for so long, and she’s so quiet, that you’re sure she’s asleep when you whisper the question that’s been on your mind all week.

“Why is it so hard for you to let yourself be sick, love?” You murmur, your tone one of pure curiosity, with the intent to understand, not a hint of accusation anywhere. She hears you, a breathes in deeply, shifting slightly in your hold. You’re taken aback when she answers quietly a moment later. “I-I dunno…but I think ‘m working on it.” Her words are soft and honest.

“I know you are. I’m here for you Jinx.” You hum, placing a kiss to her blue hair as you hold her slightly shivering form closer. She settles back down, her eyes still closed, but a few minutes later you feel her chest rise unevenly against you. She attempts to pull away but you hold her gently in place, a silent reassurance that its okay.

“Heh’EsSShhhuh! HhHih—hiHSSchHhihww!!” She releases two strong sneezes against your shirt then gives a harsh sniffle. “ugh bless me” she murmurs as you hum the words at the same time.

You look down at her, amused confusion in your expression. “You do that a lot.” You comment lightly. Your girlfriend looks up at you, her tired eyes imploring you to expand. “You bless yourself every time you sneeze.” You explain your observation.

“Oh yeah, I guess I do. I don’t think I even realize I’m doing it, it’s just a force of habit from back when I was…alone so much.” She trails off quietly, gaze shifting down. You hold her a touch tighter.

“Well…you’re not anymore. And as your girlfriend it’s now my job to say it.” You smile at her with a soft toothy grin. Jinx lets out a rough chuckle. “You’re a dork.” She playfully roles her eyes. “Buuutttt I’m your dork…” you pause a moment when you feel her chest rise slightly against yours again and for a moment time freezes as you marvel at her adorable pre-sneeze face before she’s tucking her pink nose away from your face.

“NuhHnnPptsshhiiww!” She sneezes once more before her nose finally seems to be done. She groans into your chest. “…and bless you.” You hum gently as she sniffles wetly. “Thandks.” Jinx mumbles, voice thick with congestion as she shifts around a little until she’s comfortable again.

“ughhh I feel like absolute crap.” She complains and you have to hold back an eye roll. “I know. But maybe you’ll let me take care of you now? I think you pushed yourself a litte too much this week. You need to rest.” You say, trying your new grounds and she hums in agreement.

“Fineeee. But only ‘cuz I love you. Well, and ‘cuz that stupid gadget refuses to work.” She mumbles, followed by a loud yawn.

You chuckle lightly as your hand moves to start running along her back under her loose shirt. “Thank you baby. Now just sleep, Jinx. I’ll be here.”

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pretty long holdback session -> stifled sneeze -> immediate accidental half stifle -> full let out -> “oh fuck, that feels goo—” -> desperately let out fit

[annie-sniffles]

desc ♡ sum sneezes from my very first winter cold xx

(tried to keep it down but its hard when a virus is teasing your nose. it tickled me until i desperately was sneezing every few minutes. this was all i could catch on camera in the duration of my recovery<3)

requests open!

[silentsneezes]

since the brainrot is continuing, here’s a 1.6k sick v/iktor fic !

cw for talking about disability/chronic illness and a brief mention of dizziness

A few fits from Viktor isn’t uncommon, especially in the spring and fall, so Jayce dismisses the first few series of stifles from his partner. He blesses Viktor, as always, but doesn’t give it a second thought. That is, until Viktor has a particularly long fit, nearing 10 rapidly stifled sneezes without a single breath drawn.

“Bless you, mi amor. Is something setting you off?” He inquires, looking over from his desk to see Viktor’s shoulders shudder with another series of stifles, silent this time. If he hadn’t been looking, he wouldn’t have noticed, but the bobbing of his partner’s head and the shaking of his frame are telltale signs, “Bless you again.”

Viktor frowns at having been noticed, muttering a frustrated, “thank you,” without looking up from his work.

“You know, you don’t have to stifle when it’s just us,” he prompts, expecting to receive the same response he always does: either a dismissive wave of the hand, a glare, or– his least favorite– no response at all. Viktor decides on the latter, letting Jayce’s statement hang in the air unacknowledged.

“I don’t mind,” Jayce continues, “it’s…” he pauses, searching for the right word.

“Incessant.” Viktor substitutes, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“I was going to say endearing.” Jayce shrugs as he walks over to Viktor’s workspace, placing a hand on his shoulder. He can’t help but feel a pang of worry as he notices the heat radiating from his partner, “you should take a break.”

“Science does not “take breaks”. Neither does the hexcore,” Viktor rebuts, his accent thick with a congested drawl.

Jayce bites his tongue, holding back from quiping “neither does your nose.” Taunting Viktor would do no good. Instead he gives Viktor’s shoulder a little rub, his thumb traveling over his shoulder blade towards his neck.

“Maybe the hexcore doesn’t,” Jayce agrees, “But you do. You’re human, Viktor, it’s natural to get sick.” He reasons, his voice soft.

“You know it’s different,” he replies bluntly, not bothering to deny his illness.

Viktor’s words hang in the air, the insinuation obvious; Viktor may not get sick super often, but when he does, it tends to linger for weeks, exhausting his body to the point of dysfunction. Having a plethora of chronic illnesses does not mix well with any sort of cold or flu, as proven by Viktor’s record breaking fevers.

“I know,” Jayce murmurs as he continues to rub Viktor’s shoulder, “but that’s all the more reason to rest.”

Viktor closes his notebook, silently admitting defeat. He looks at Jayce with tired eyes, leaning into his partner’s warm touch.

“Let’s go to bed,” Jayce prompts, stepping closer to Viktor, “you need to sleep.”

Viktor can’t help but let out a tired breath as Jayce steps closer, leaning back as if he’s magnetically attracted to the other man. As much as he likes to pretend he doesn’t like physical affection, he’s always indulgent in Jayce’s touch.

Jayce places both hands on Viktor’s shoulders, stepping closer again, their bodies almost pressed against each other as he stands behind the sick man.

Viktor swallows, nodding. He fumbles for his crutch, his hands tightening around its handle as he forces himself into a standing position. Much to his annoyance, his vision clouds with black splotches for a moment, as it always does when he’s feverish. After a few seconds, he manages to shake off the dizziness, turning to face Jayce. His movements are slowed as the fever exhausts his body, only furthering his sour mood.

“Okay,” He agrees, meeting Jayce’s eyes with a tired, hazy gaze.

Jayce smiles, moving to give Viktor’s hand an affectionate squeeze, “good. I’ll grab my things.”

In the time that it takes for Jayce to gather his notebook and a blueprint he’s currently designing – only a few minutes, if that– Viktor has already occupied himself with a new task. Once again, he sits hunched over his desk, his posture downright terrible as he jots down a few equations in his notebook.

“V, you ready?” Jayce prompts, making his way back over to his partner and peeking over his shoulder.

Ignoring Jayce, Viktor starts, “I realized if we-” his breath breaks his thought with a sudden, quiet “hh-” before his shoulders shudder, his head bobbing down with a poorly stifled fit, “hh’hNgSxch! hh’NZxchh’h-hhNSXCh!”

“Bless you, bless you, bless you,” Jayce murmurs, resting a hand on Viktor’s shoulder, “come on genius, you can work on this when you’re feeling better.”

“Just let me-,” Viktor starts, evidently intent on finishing whatever project it is he’s started, but Jayce cuts him off with a swift, “No. We’re going home.”

Viktor looks up, a little surprised at Jayce’s firm tone. His lips purse in a thin line, weighing the pros and cons of resisting Jayce’s caretaking. Whether it’s his fever or exhaustion that breaks through his stubborn determination, Jayce doesn’t know. He’s just grateful to receive a quietly mumbled, “fine.”

“Good,” Jayce murmurs with a little smile, leaning over to kiss the top of Viktor’s head. He waits patiently for Viktor to stand and get his bookbag, placing a hand on Viktor’s waist as they make their way to the lab’s exit.

Viktor pauses as they reach the door, his eyebrows knitting together as the buzzing in his sinuses returns. Raising a hand to his face, he presses two fingers to the base of his nose just in time to stifle, “h’NGSxcH-nKZXxT! hh’NGSXt’eh! nNGxxXt! hh… hhNSXchh!”

“Bless you,” Jayce murmurs for what feels like the hundredth time that day, watching as Viktor fishes in his pocket for a handkerchief and wipes at his twitching nose.

The walk back to Jayce’s room in the academy is rather uneventful. It’s slow moving, more so than usual, and Jayce mentally scolds himself for not realizing Viktor was sick sooner. Typically he would, but he’s been so enveloped in his work today, it was easy to dismiss the frequent fits.

Of course, it’s likely that Viktor would’ve insisted on working even if Jayce had realized sooner, but Jayce still takes the blame. ‘He’s my partner. I should’ve known,’ he admonishes as a mental debate pans out, one side reasoning that Viktor is often reluctant to accept aid, and the other insisting that it’s Jayce’s responsibility to prove to Vitkor that he deserves care.

Even months into their relationship, Jayce struggles with proving to Viktor that his affection is out of love rather than pity. Admittedly, he’s made a few blunders in learning how to navigate helping Viktor with accessibility without diminishing his autonomy; as eager as he is to help his partner, he still finds himself unlearning certain behaviors he has from growing up able-bodied in Piltover.

His mental dispute is interrupted by a quiet “hh-” from Viktor, immediately earning Jayce’s attention. He looks over, watching as Viktor stands in place, his handkerchief held loosely in front of his nose as his breath hitches. Jayce feels his heart swell at the sight; Viktor looks downright miserable, his nostrils flaring in irritation at the itch.

“hh’ng’KZXchh! hh’TKsCHhew-kGNX’SHh!” The sneezes tumble out one after the other, and Viktor only manages to half stifle the first of the explusions, muffling the second two into his handkerchief.

“Salud,” Jayce murmurs as his hand finds its way to Vitkor’s waist again, giving it a gentle squeeze, “we’re almost home.”

Once again, Viktor doesn’t reply, instead wincing as he swallows. ‘Damnit, he’s worse off than I thought’ Jayce thinks, but he puts his mental chastising on hold, prioritizing the task at hand: getting Viktor home.

It doesn’t take much longer for the couple to arrive at Jayce’s place, and he’s quick to unlock the door, allowing Viktor to step inside. Viktor makes a beeline for the bedroom, not bothering to hide his exhaustion– and frankly, not able to hide his exhaustion with his worsening fever.

Jayce follows his partner, ready to make sure he’s as comfortable as he can be. He gives Viktor space as he climbs into bed, knowing not to offer help unless he’s prompted. Still, it pains him to watch Viktor position himself stiffly on the edge of the mattress, using both hands to leverage his bad leg up before shifting to lay back against the headboard.

Jayce busies himself with little tasks, appeasing his million mile per hour mind by getting tissues, a thermometer, cough drops, and all the necessities in battling a cold. He places the items on the nightstand, leaning over to cup a gentle hand over Viktor’s forehead, “Mi dios,” he mutters, feeling a pang of concern at Viktor’s temperature.

Viktor just allows the touch, his eyes drooping shut as he tries to ignore the swelling pain behind his temples. Now that he’s laying in bed, his work left behind in the lab, he allows himself to feel the extent of his sickness. It’s safe to say, the discomfort isn’t pleasant.

“Can I get you anything? Tea? A cold washcloth? A-,” Jayce starts listing, eager to relieve whatever pain he can.

“No,” Viktor answers simply, hooking a slim hand around Jayce’s waist and giving him a weak tug. Jayce submits without hesitation, climbing into bed beside his partner and making sure not to jostle him. Viktor melts against Jayce’s side, his head resting between the crook of Jayce’s elbow and his chest.

“I’ve got you,”Jayce murmurs lovingly, a hand coming up to sift through Jayce’s hair, “Just rest.”

Raspy and barely audible, Viktor mumbles, “What do you think I’m doing?”

Jayce can’t help but smile, chuckling quietly at his partner's sass. Even sick, Viktor is quick to give Jayce attitude, “point taken,” he concedes.

i’m working on the asks i’ve received, as well as a second part to the allergic j/ayce fic, but i figured this fic has sat in my snzdoc for long enough

as always, any comments or tags are much appreciated !! thank you to anyone who read the fic, i hope you enjoyed

[wickedsniffles]

Domestic Bliss

Summary: A bit of morning sex during allergy season. Wade has the kink. Logan has the allergies ❤️ (This got SO out of control but holy moly was it fun to write)

Pairing: Wade Wilson aka Deadpool x Logan Howlett aka Wolverine

Rating: Explicit

Tags: established relationship, oral sex, handjobs, snz, kink!Wade, praise kink, pet names, fluff

Word Count: 1.2K

Wade's situated between Logan's legs, on his stomach, in the warm nest of their bed. He's sucking his cock in an almost dreamlike state, only half focused on the task at hand (in mouth). As nice as it is to get his partner off, as much as he loves to do it…it's getting harder and harder to ignore his own arousal. 

It's all because of the look on Logan's face. Flushed pink and worrying at his lip, Logan is the fucking picture of sexual pleasure. His pretty hazel eyes laser focused on Wade, breathing heavy as he fights not to arch up into his mouth. 

One hand sits on top of Wade's head, fingernails digging into his scalp gently. The other stays at his side, wandering up to his face every once in a while to scrub at his nose. The nose that is much darker shade of pink than his face, itchy and irritated, only drawing attention to the handsome shape and strong outline. 

Wait, what? 

Yeah, you read that right. Wade's unashamedly sucking cock and getting off to how Logan looks like he's trying hard to stay in the moment, focus on Wade, and not give in to the itch they both know is torturing him. 

It's allergy season, baby. And they might both be built to heal anything from a papercut to an axe wound, but that healing factor doesn't do shit against a nose as sensitive as Logan's. He's a wreck with the first warm breeze. 

A polite wreck, to be sure. Uncharacteristically polite. Of course, with Logan being Logan, there's no way he'd come out and admit to being taken down by something as small as a grain of pollen. The first time Wade notices him being allergic to something, Logan stifles it so well that he almost misses it entirely. Like a fucking sneeze ninja. 

They'd been cuddling together on the couch. Logan had just, like, frozen in place and pressed a knuckle to the side of his nose. His shoulders shook once, twice, three times. A soft exhale. 

Wade remembers bristling. Kink activated. “Um…bless you?” 

Logan had gone bright red down to the tips of his ears. “Shut up.”

The more attention Wade paid – and trust him, audience, he was paying plenty of attention now – the more times he caught him. When there's a lot of dust. When it's cold outside. Around certain flowers. God help him. As months passed and they got more comfortable around one another, Logan stopped stifling them like that every time. But Wade knew it was still his first instinct. 

Wade moans around what's in his mouth and takes Logan deeper, pressing his hips hard into the mattress. He can't believe Logan hasn't sneezed since he started sucking him off. 

But he looks like he might. Wade knows the look by now. A lot of blinking with those long pretty eyelashes. Expression going all distant and far away. Breath hitching, lips parting.  

That, or he's about to come. The fact that the two expressions are so similar makes another wave of heat clench in Wade's abdomen. 

“So fuckin' – good, baby,” Logan croaks, sounding absolutely wrecked. He scrubs at his nose with a thick sniffle, swallowing hard. “You gettin’ close too?” 

Wade whines his affirmative. I’d be closer if you indulged my weird kinks, bub. 

Smiling at that, Logan thrusts deeper into his mouth, making Wade take more, and god that’s a treat in itself. 

“You’re –” his breath hitches, followed by another irritated sniff.  “You’re gonna make me come,” he says. Nose scrunching in that familiar way.  “Wade –” 

He can’t take it anymore. Wade takes the hand that Logan has on his head and winds his fingers through, then grabs his other hand by the wrist until he’s locked in place. Oh, oops, sorry, I’m sooo cute and I just wanna hold your hands while I suck you off. Or do I have ulterior motives? 

They make eye contact. Logan tries to break loose from the grip, but Wade’s not letting him move an inch. Logan’s no idiot. He knows exactly what Wade’s trying to do, what he’d like to happen. His eyes narrow, both with exasperation and the effort of trying to hold back. Wade’s heart leaps. 

“You are f-fucking…” 

Oh, he’s not holding back this time. Wade grins like the devil around the cock in his mouth. 

“Heh…heh’ESSH-uh! Esshh! ESSHH-uh!”

Logan sneezes into his shoulder, breathy and desperate. Finally finally finally – 

That’s all Wade needs. With a long, muffled whimper, he comes hard against the sheets, feeling the warmth of it bloom against his stomach with each spasm. He relaxes into the mess, going boneless, and hears Logan scoff out a laugh. 

Wrestling his hands free, he carefully takes himself out of Wade’s mouth. 

“Bless you,” Wade manages, working his jaw. 

“You’re ridiculous,” Logan answers. “I was gonna say ridiculous.” 

“Yeah.” He’s definitely not gonna deny that. Wade Wilson is the original seven herbs and spices of ridiculous, with some added kick to keep people on their toes. 

His Wolverine’s eyes crinkle up into a smile. “C’mere, Red.” 

Crawling up until he’s straddling Logan’s cock, Wade can’t help but mirror the expression. There’s no one else on this planet – no one else in the multiverse – who matches his freak like Logan does. Who loves him like Logan does. They’re two perfect halves of the same fucked up pepperoni pizza. 

Wade rubs his half-hard cock against Logan’s until he’s groaning with need, gripping it tight before leaning in to kiss that spot on his neck that makes him all hot under the collar. Logan gasps instantly and almost crushes Wade to him, pressing his face into Wade’s old t-shirt. Tilting his head for better access. 

“Fuck, please,” he says, breath hot on Wade’s skin through the material. 

He comes undone in only a few strokes, in just a handful of open-mouthed kisses pressed to his neck. Logan pants and gasps through every pulse of his orgasm, arching into Wade’s hand as Wade strokes him through it. 

“Good boy,” Wade tells him, low and hot in the shell of Logan’s ear. He shudders at the praise, dribbling a little more come with the smallest sound of need. Fuck. 

They breathe for a while, cuddled close like that. The feeling of Logan’s arms around him and listening to his pulse gradually slow against Wade’s cheek is his idea of a lazy morning well spent. He’d gladly spend hours like this, if it weren’t for the mess they’re currently covered in starting to get cold. Hell, they might come right back here to their little bed nest after they shower. 

“C’mon, peanut,” he says eventually. “Let’s get cleaned up. We’re gonna be stuck together if we don’t move now.” 

Logan doesn’t answer at first. When he does, his response is another trio of hitched sneezes into the collar of Wade’s shirt, followed by an irritated growl. 

“Sorry. And yeah, let’s go,” he sighs, rubbing at his itchy nose with the back of his hand. “Wade, get offa me.”  

Wade can’t move; he’s stunned into horny silence, more than aware of his cock filling up against Logan’s thigh. 

Once he realizes what’s going on, Logan breaks out in an embarrassed grin, shoving Wade off of his lap and onto the mattress. 

“You are the fucking worst.” 

“I love you too, babygirl,” Wade says sweetly. “And bless you!”

[whumpusgumpus]

Caught him mid flu sneezing fit 👀

[syncsnzthings]

SFW OC snzfic - lab experiment - Rowan and Daniel

I've been obsessed with this concept for a while, I can't stop thinking about it.

SUMMARY: Rowan agreed to be the test subject for his friend, who works in/runs a lab that tests pharmaceuticals for companies that make allergy meds. He has no idea that he's not testing an antihistamine; it's something a lot more interesting. WARNINGS: Sneezing, long holdbacks (in a way), mild scientific malpractice if you squint, something akin to sneeze torture but not really WORDS: 3,100

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The door to the lab finally opens and Rowan's head perks up to see Daniel wheeling in a tray covered by a thin sheet of cloth. Rowan, ever eager to help, had agreed to be the first test subject for a compound Daniel's lab had produced. Although he works in data entry and has no connections to the actual lab practices—save for his friendship with Daniel—he always ends up getting dragged into these things. He has such a hard time saying no when he's the best test subject any of them can think of.

Daniel and his lab associates do contract work for various pharmaceutical companies, mainly companies that produce allergy medication. Because of this—and factors unknown to Rowan, though he knew there were some—Daniel had taken up a project in creating his own compound with some of the research money the lab had been granted.

The basic rundown he was given was that this medication was supposed to prevent him from sneezing. It's a challenge finding something that will halt Rowan's allergies entirely; he seems to be allergic to everything under the sun, and he's never found an allergy medication that completely mitigates all of his symptoms. Hence, he's the perfect test subject for whatever Daniel and his associates cook up.

"Rowan," Daniel greets him with a friendly smile after he crosses the short distance from the door to the side of the medical cot Rowan is sitting on. He stills the cart, adjusts it slightly to be within reach but not in the way, then turns his full attention to Rowan. "Are you ready to test this out? You haven't taken your usual allergy medication today?"

Rowan returns the smile , his back straightening up in anticipation for the test. "Just like you said. I hope it's worth it, I've been itchy all day."

"Even in the winter, with no seasonal allergens around, your nose is insatiable," Daniel replies, dry amusement coloring his usually professional tone. "And you swallowed the liquid ten minutes ago?" Rowan fixes him with a look. "I have to cover all my bases. It's important that everything is accounted for."

"Yes, I took the stuff when you told me to and then came right here," Rowan says. "I've been waiting here for you forever, you know."

"Ten minutes is hardly forever," Daniel says distractedly. He pinches the thin cloth covering the cart between gloved fingers and tugs it aside, folding it haphazardly and placing it on the counter lining the adjacent wall.

Rowan finally gets a glimpse of what's underneath. He's used to a sight similar to this because of his history of volunteering as a test subject: a tray of allergens, each guaranteed to produce some kind of reaction in him. Usually the tests are for antihistamines, so triggering his allergies doesn't make him react too horribly. This time, he finds himself getting slightly nervous. Daniel had never used the word antihistamine this time, he only said that it was supposed to stop him from sneezing. Daniel is nothing if not precise, so the sudden switch in vocabulary had instantly struck Rowan as odd. He's off his usual allergy meds, and he has an unknown substance working its way through his blood.

"Are you ready to begin?" Daniel turns his eyes back to Rowan, a flash of something Rowan doesn't recognize passing over his expression.

"Well, as ready as I ever am, I guess!" Rowan replies, trying to sound chipper despite his increased nerve.

Daniel nods once. He reaches for the tray on the cart and picks up a long feather, pointed at the tip but quickly morphing into soft disarray closer to the base. Rowan takes in a quick anticipatory breath as Daniel's hand approaches his face. The sharp tip of the feather begins tracing a gentle path along the rims of Rowan's nose and his breath catches again, this time caused by the tickle that instantly spreads up through his sinuses. Whatever it is that Daniel had him take, it did not make his nose any less sensitive to the stimulus.

Rowan pauses, his breath hitching sharply for a long moment. He's entirely prepared to sneeze and let Daniel mark this one down as a failure for now. But nothing happens. His breath evens out again only to pick back up into quick hitches and gasps. He sniffles and blinks his eyes open to look at Daniel.

"Wahh- hih! What's hahhppening? I need to… ihh!" Rowan stutters through his unsteady breathing. His vision is slightly unfocussed, but he swears he sees Daniel's lips quirk up into a satisfied smirk.

"It looks like the compound is working perfectly," Daniel offers as a simple, unhelpful answer. He continues teasing Rowan's nose with the feather, turning it on its side now to let the soft, flexible plumes rub against Rowan's sensitive nostrils.

Rowan twists his head to the side and Daniel lets him do it, lowering his hand to watch intently for a reaction. Rowan's hands hover uselessly in front of his face, steepled to catch a sneeze that doesn't seem to be coming. His shoulder shake with rapid breaths and his face is pinched in pre-sneeze agony. "Haa-! Hih! Ihhh! Ahh… HIH! Uhh…"

After a moment, the immediate need to sneeze seems to pass with no real result, leaving Rowan itchy and irritated. He brings the heel of his hand up to scrub at the underside of his nose, trying to rid himself of the tickly feeling. He turns watery eyes to Daniel. "Wha-hat's going on?"

"This compound is designed to stop you from sneezing, not remove the urge to do so." Daniel watches Rowan rub his nose, then reaches out with his unoccupied hand to gently take hold of his wrist and pry Rowan's hand away from his face. "It's going to take some… extensive testing to be sure it works to its full capacity."

Rowan lets out a shaky breath and sniffles softly. "How much testing?" His eyes fall down to the tray piled with allergens and he suddenly feels much more apprehensive than earlier.

"I'd like to see how far I can trigger your allergies before your body fights the compound entirely. If it does at all, that is." Daniel doesn't wait for a response before reaching down to set the feather back on the tray. He switches to a small, unlabeled glass container with a spritzer. He unscrews the cap, extends it out to Rowan, and lifts it. "Go ahead and give this a sniff."

Rowan can already smell the strong scent wafting out of the container. It's definitely a perfume. His nose twitches with a renewed tickle without even needing to sniff the substance. But Daniel keeps the container held out to him, so Rowan reluctantly leans forward and gives the pungent fumes a tiny sniff. His eyes glaze over with moisture and his nose twitches again and his breath catches.

Daniel urges the container forward. "Again. I need you to take a deep breath through your nose."

Rowan makes a small noise in his throat, half way between a whimper and a gasp, but he does it again. He sniffs the perfume until he has to pull back to gasp again, his nostrils flaring in instant irritation. His sinuses burn and his breath catches, his chest heaving with the rapid inhalations.

Daniel looks satisfied with that and he replaces the cap back on the top of the container. He considers for a moment, then seems to decide on something. He aims the spritzer directly at Rowan and gives a few sprays. The droplets land everywhere; on Rowan's shirt, on his face, on his lap, on his hands which are once again poised in front of his face ready to catch the sneeze that won't come.

Rowan's eyes widen in distress for a brief moment before they flutter shut again. The scent of perfume surrounds them, invading every inch of Rowan's allergic nose and giving him no reprieve from the overwhelming burning, ticklish sensation. He gasps in shallow, rapid breaths that brig him closer and closer to the relief he so desperately needs. It's being kept just out of his reach, driving him wild with need. His hands begin fanning in front of his face like it'll help him escape the feeling.

"Still working as intended," Daniel notes, his own interest barely masked by scientific detachment. He watches as Rowan struggles against his allergies.

Rowan is stuck like this for several minutes, unable to get a single breath in past his desperate hitching and sniffling. He briefly tries to rub at his nose again, but the scent of the perfume is still stuck to his hands and only causes him to break out into another fit of helpless gasps. Allergic tears well up in his eyes and he doesn't have the control to blink them away.

Wordlessly, Daniel lifts a cut sprig of goldenrod blooms from the tray of allergens. As soon as Rowan's breath has almost returned to a manageable pace, Daniel brings the pollen coated flowers up to his face and rubs them directly against his pink, twitchy nostrils.

Rowan's nose is a sight; bright pink, quivering uncontrollably, reacting to even the slightest stimulation. The pollen sets him off again nearly instantly. There's a light dusting of golden dust coating his flaring nostrils and tears streaming down his cheeks. The way he's desperately sucking in breaths is starting to sound closer and closer to whimpers and moans of distress.

"You're quite a sight like this, you know," Daniel comments. He sets the flowers on the cot next to where Rowan is seated and steps directly in front of him. He can see the way Rowan's nose is running, the way he's only barely managing to contain the mess by sniffling nearly constantly—as often as his frantic breaths will allow.

Daniel lifts his hand up to Rowan's face. He uses his thumb to swipe away a tear that falls down his face, then drags it across his cheek toward his nose. Gently, he presses the pad of his thumb against the twitching tip of Rowan's nose. Rowan only reacts by gasping deeply and then returning to his efforts to mitigate his suffering. Daniel can't help an amused hum. He begins rubbing a small circle on the tip of Rowan's nose, adding pressure to manipulate and squish the flesh under his finger.

"The effects of the compound can only reach so far. If we stimulate your nose enough, you might just be able to get a sneeze out," Daniel says thoughtfully, his eyes laser focused on Rowan's nose. He presses up on Rowan's nose and watches his nostrils flare frantically with every breath. "You'd like some relief, wouldn't you? We'll have to increase the discomfort before you can let it out, obviously, but it'll be worth it."

Rowan can only nod rapidly in response, the movement causing Daniel's thumb to rub and press against his irritated skin. Daniel's lips quirk up and he removes his hand from Rowan's face. He looks down at the tray again and takes a moment to scan his options. While he puts together a plan in his mind, he takes a vial of chinkni in his hand and absently holds it near Rowan's face.

"Here, sniff as much of this as you can," he instructs. He doesn't even have to look to know Rowan is eagerly following his instructions. He can hear the desperate little sniffs and feel the puffs of breath against his hand.

Once he can no longer feel Rowan's breath on his hand and he can hear his test subjects whines rise in pitch, Daniel sets the vial down and reaches for the feather again. He tips another vial on its side and sprinkles a layer of dust over the length of the feather, coating it entirely. He does the same with a pepper shaker, then lifts the feather to inspect it, making sure the entire thing is coated in the substances.

Daniel's eyes flick over to Rowan before he decides to start. Rowan has completely given up on sniffing back the tide of runny mucus in his nose, instead just letting it drip down his upper lip in a steady stream. Allergic tears are flowing non stop from his eyes and he looks like he might break at any moment. Daniel plucks a tissue from the small packet on his tray and uses it to wipe the clear mucus from the underside of Rowan's nose.

"If this doesn't make you sneeze, then I don't know what will." He tosses the tissue into a trash bin in the corner of the room, then brings the feather up to tease Rowan's nose once again.

The light tickling against the outside of his nostrils doesn't seem to do much of anything anymore. Rowan is too lost in the throes of his allergies to notice the light stimulation. Daniel hums shortly and begins inserting the tip of the feather into Rowan's nose. He doesn't stop, slowly pushing until every inch of Rowan's nostril is filled with the tickly plumes of the feather, coated in layers of dust and pepper. Immediately, he uses his fingers to twist the feather in a circle, dragging the instrument against the sensitive inner flesh of Rowan's nose.

Rowan gasps wetly and his nose twitches uncontrollably. The entire appendage seems to be quivering with anticipation of the release. His tears fall in thicker streams and his chest heaves with the frantic, rapid breaths he manages to pull in. Despite all of this, he tilts his head back to allow Daniel better access to his nostrils. He's so desperate to sneeze, he'd let Daniel do anything to him if it meant he could finally get relief.

But still, nothing seems to be happening. He whimpers as the tickle builds and builds, but nothing comes of it. Daniel slowly begins pulling the feather out of Rowan's nostril, the agonizing stimulation causing him to whine in protest. Once the feather is almost completely withdrawn, Daniel shoves it back in as far as it'll go. He repeats the process, quicker now, until he's thrusting the feather in and out of Rowan's desperate, trembling nose. With a quick flick of his wrist, he withdraws it completely, then wastes no time in inserting it fully into Rowan's other nostril to do it all again.

To Rowan's dismay, and to Daniel's enthusiastic interest, Rowan still can't seem to sneeze, no matter how helplessly allergic he gets. Daniel pulls the feather free, watching as a string of mucus connects the tip of it to Rowan's red, twitching nose. With his free hand, he plucks another tissue free and uses it to break the string and pinch the mess away from Rowan's nose.

"Still nothing? This compound is more effective than I thought." Daniel drops the soaking wet feather into the trash bin along with the tissue. He pulls a few more fresh tissues free and guides them into Rowan's hand. "Here, you're going to need these. I have a backup plan."

Rowan's hands tremble as they weakly grip the tissues. He doesn't use them yet, too preoccupied with hitching around several false starts. Daniel watches him for a moment; takes in the sight of his nose, which is bright red, irritated, and wriggling with a mind of its own. Rowan looks like the picture of allergic misery.

After allowing himself to indulge for a moment, he turns to pick up an unlabeled container resembling a sinus spray. He steps closer to Rowan. "This should completely counteract the effects of the compound. You need to be ready, because the effects will be nearly instantaneous. Are you ready?"

Rowan gives a small nod and Daniel nods as well. He lifts the nozzle of the small container to Rowan's nostril and presses it inside. The cold plastic makes Rowan's nostril flare.

"Get your tissues ready. As soon as I spray this, you'll need them." Daniel waits for Rowan to lift his hands, still clutching the tissues, then sprays a mist of the liquid directly into Rowan's nostril. He quickly pulls it away and steps back to allow Rowan a bit of space.

Rowan's face scrunches up at the feeling of a foreign liquid in his nose, but that only lasts for a moment. His sinuses are instantly filled with the tickle that has been building up this entire time. He clumsily lifts the tissues to his face but he doesn't even get them there before he's exploding into a wet, desperate sneeze.

"Haa'tISHhuhh!! Ha-ahh-! 'tISShhUH!!" The force of the sneezes has him jerking forward into the soft tissues. A shaky whimper of relief bubbles out of him.

"Bless you," Daniel supplies, knowing full well that Rowan is nowhere near done.

"I-ihhHH!! Hiih'tISCHHuh!! Ha'TSCHHh'tISHH'TSCHHuhh!!" Rowan can't drag in a single productive breath. Every inhale sends him into another fit of wildly desperate sneezing. "Hih'tishHh'tiSHhh'tSSCHHH! HaahH'tisHHUUHH! Ih'tSHUH! Hih'tshUH! Haa-ahhHH-!! HahHH'TSHUUh!"

Daniel stands a comfortable few feet away from Rowan and watches him dissolve into a helpless, desperate sneezing fit. After a moment of just watching, he reaches to take a few more tissues. He steps forward and gently takes Rowan's hands, swapping out the wet, used tissues with the dry, clean ones. He guides Rowan's hand back to his face, then disposes of the soiled tissues into the waste bin.

"Bless you," Daniel says again, his voice soft as he watches Rowan's attempts to soothe himself.

Rowan stutters through an attempt to speak, ultimately interrupting himself once again. "ThahhH- hih! Thahh'ank y-yo-ouhhH'tISCHHH! Ihhtshh'tiSHhuh! S-Sorhhuu'tiSHhhUH!" He gives up on it and instead buries his lower face completely into the tissues and gives himself over to the reaction. "IhhH'TIShhuHH! Haa'tshUH! Hihh'TSHhh'TISHHhh'TISCHHhuuhh!"

"Wow. Bless you," Daniel muses, a smile tugging the corners of his lips up. "You're a mess without your antihistamines, aren't you?"

Rowan cracks his eyes open to look at Daniel. He tries to shoot him a glare, but all he succeeds in doing is looking water eyed and miserable. He can't keep them open for long, either, because he starts sneezing again.

"Okay, okay," Daniel relents. He hands Rowan another bunch of fresh tissues, swapping them out for the used ones again and discarding them in the bin. "This has been really valuable information. I almost want to do a longer test to see if I can run the compound through its course. Another time, though."

"And… h-hh… hopefully a… Hihh'tSCHhuhH! Proper warning next time," Rowan requests.

"I can arrange that." Daniel smiles at him again before turning to pack up the cart.

[snzagaba]

am I stupid for desperately needing S/tardew V/alley snzfics?

Is it just me?

[snzpkmntrainer]

Powerful sneezes!

Just came back home from work (actually 3 weeks ago) I was waiting to get a decent amount of sneezes before sharing 😂

[petersnose]

Hey!! if you have some time, would you be up for writing a fic where Bucky accidentally gets Steve sick? Thanks!

Hey anon!! I hope this satisfies you!

You’re Mad at Me, Aren’t You?

Bucky knew he was sick the moment he woke up.

Not in a huh, I feel kinda off way, or even in a maybe I just need more sleep way. No—this was the full-body, bone-deep, miserable kind of sick. His head was stuffy, his nose was running, his throat was raw, and he had the overwhelming urge to sneeze every five seconds.

He groaned and burrowed deeper into the blankets, trying to will away the itch in his sinuses. But it was relentless, tickling at the edge of his awareness, teasing him until—

"Hh—hh’RHHSHHhh! Hhh’TSHHhh! Hhh'KSHHhh!”

The sneezes snapped him forward, and Bucky barely managed to catch them in the tissue he had stuffed under his pillow. He sniffled miserably, rubbing at his nose with the crumpled tissue.

A soft chuckle came from beside him. "Wow. Bless you, doll."

Bucky groaned. "Don't start with me, Stevie."

Steve, annoyingly warm and healthy, propped himself up on one elbow, grinning down at Bucky. "I wasn't gonna say anything."

Bucky shot him a glare from beneath the covers.

Steve smirked. "Except maybe that you insisted you weren’t getting sick."

Bucky sniffled thickly, rolling onto his side with a huff. "Yeah, well. I was wrong."

"Big shock," Steve teased, reaching out to rub slow circles on Bucky’s back.

Bucky sighed at the contact, his body already sinking into the comfort of Steve’s touch. He hated being sick—hated the way his whole body felt weighed down, hated the way his nose wouldn’t stop running, and most of all, hated that Steve was still perfectly fine.

It wasn’t fair.

He had been sneezing his head off for two days. His throat was on fire. His body ached. And Steve?

Steve looked annoyingly healthy.

Bucky scowled and nuzzled further into his pillow. "You're supposed to have a weak immune system."

Steve raised an eyebrow. "That was pre-serum, Buck."

Bucky grumbled something unintelligible and sniffled again, which only seemed to amuse Steve more.

But then, as if to prove Bucky’s point, Steve suddenly froze, breath hitching.

Bucky turned his head just in time to see Steve’s eyelids flutter, his pink-rimmed nostrils twitching slightly before—

"Hehh'RSHHhh! Hhh’TSSHHh’uhh! Hh'NGTCHhuh!"

Bucky blinked.

Steve groaned into his wrist, sniffling thickly.

Bucky smirked. "Oh, now you’re sneezin’."

Steve gave a watery sniff and flopped back onto the pillow beside Bucky. "Shuddup."

Bucky let out a low chuckle, reaching over to press the back of his hand against Steve’s forehead. Sure enough—warm.

"Uh-oh," Bucky muttered, more amused than concerned.

Steve groaned, rubbing his nose against his sleeve. "You’re mad at me, aren’t you?"

Bucky smirked. "Mad? Doll, I told you to stay away. I warned you."

Steve let out a congested sigh, already sounding stuffy. "You needed me."

Bucky snorted. "Yeah, yeah." He reached for the tissue box and plucked one out, pressing it into Steve’s hand. "Here, honey, before you sneeze all over me."

Steve shot him a glare but took the tissue anyway, giving his nose a harsh blow.

Bucky shook his head, reaching out to rub his thumb across Steve’s fever-warm cheek. "You’re down bad, Stevie."

Steve sniffled again, burrowing closer to Bucky’s chest. "M’cold," he mumbled.

Bucky sighed, wrapping his arm around Steve’s shoulders and tugging him in. "That’s ‘cause you’re gettin’ sick, honey."

Steve hummed weakly, his breath hitching again. Bucky barely had time to react before Steve twisted to the side, sneezing harshly into the crumpled tissue.

"Hhh’TSCHhh’uhh! Hh'RSHHhh! Hhh'KTSHHhh!—hh'NGTschh! Hh'TSSHHh!"

Bucky winced in sympathy. "Bless you, doll. Damn."

Steve sniffled, groaning as he flopped dramatically onto his back.

Bucky smirked. "You sure you weren’t making fun of me like, five minutes ago?"

Steve grumbled something unintelligible into the pillow.

Bucky laughed, rolling onto his side so he could drape an arm over Steve’s waist. "Alright, honey. Here’s the deal—I’m gonna get up, make you some tea, and heat up some soup, ‘cause I know you’ll whine about it until I do."

Steve immediately grabbed onto Bucky’s arm, trying to keep him from moving.

Bucky smirked. "Called it."

Steve huffed a small, stuffy sigh. "M’head hurts," he muttered.

Bucky’s teasing expression softened. "I know, honey," he murmured, pressing a kiss to Steve’s temple.

Steve sighed into the touch, his whole body relaxing slightly—until his breath started hitching again.

Bucky reached blindly for the tissue box just as Steve turned his head away.

"Hhh’RSHHhh! Hhh'TSSHHuh! Hhh'NGTCHhh!—hh'TSHHHh'uhh! Hh’KTSHHhh!"

"Jeez, bless you, Stevie," Bucky muttered, pressing another tissue into Steve’s hand.

Steve groaned, pressing the tissue to his nose with a thick sniffle. "This is your fault."

Bucky chuckled, running a soothing hand up and down Steve’s arm. "I told you to stay away."

Steve sniffled and nuzzled into Bucky’s chest. "You were suffering," he murmured, voice thick with congestion.

Bucky smiled, kissing the top of his head. "Yeah, well. Now we both are."

Steve hummed in agreement, already half-asleep.

Bucky sighed, shaking his head fondly. He figured he could tease him about it when they were feeling better.

For now, he just wrapped Steve up in his arms, letting the warmth of their tangled limbs keep them both comfortable as they drifted off into the kind of sleep only the truly sick could manage.

[snezus-christ-risen]

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[lemoncatissour]

Hoshi is not good at hiding 🫣

💖 The Family Dragon 💖

Characters and comic series, as well as art By LemonCatIsSour

Please do not repost to non sneeze blogs

[annie-sniffles]

compilation of flower sneezes from today 💐

i dont usually sneeze this hard but holy moly dude

[silentsneezes]

in regards to your essential oils post: i am absolutely interested and i think i can safely say others would be too 👀 if you want to write if you definitely should

i hope this is worth the wait anon! here's 1.7k of j/ayce being helplessly allergic to essential oils

cw for talk about chronic illness/disability and mess! it's mostly just spray, but after the line "There’s a few moments of silence, broken only by Jayce’s desperate gasps" there are some more descriptions of mess

On a good day, there’s little to nothing Viktor can’t manage with a cane and the occasional break to sit down. He’s proven most undercity doctors wrong just by living past 25, and yet both he and Jayce understand the importance of the Hex Core. It’s their biggest breakthrough yet, their closest glimpse of magic aside from Jayce’s rune bracelet. 

Still, it’s not enough. Viktor knows it’s not enough to rely on the half baked mystery of natural runes. So he does what he can. He drinks enough water, he attempts to sleep consistently, he’s even taken up stretching for God’s sake. You may be asking “why now?”, to which he would answer “Jayce.”

Jayce has done everything for him, would do anything for him. So even if Viktor gave up years ago, he refuses to sit back and allow Jayce to watch him bide his time. He’s trying, damnit. 

Today, that effort entails using a new combination of essential oils Jayce purchased— a tasteful mix of eucalyptus, rosemary, and chamomile. Viktor has always denied such simple pain relief techniques, finding it to be more bothersome than it is effective. Except Jayce is nothing if not persuasive and he insists on indulging in buying expensive oils and herbs for his partner– it doesn’t help that Viktor is head over heels in love with him. 

Viktor doesn’t even want to know how much this new batch must’ve cost, but he will admit it seems promising as Jayce begins massaging it over his back. Viktor is laid face down on the cot in the lab, his arms pinned by his sides as Jayce straddles him from behind. Jayce is careful not to put any unwanted weight on Viktor’s hips or bad leg, propping himself up on the edges of the cot cautiously. His legs are bent at the knees, forcing him to rest his ass against Viktor’s– the first few times he’d massaged Viktor, Jayce asked for reassurance that he wasn’t too heavy or causing any pain every few minutes, but by now he’s figured out which position works best. 

Jayce’s hands work over Viktor’s upper shoulders, his thumbs rubbing little circles over the especially tense knots. Viktor emits quiet noises of pleasure as Jayce kneads his fingers into the sore sections of his back, taut and misshapen due to his brace. His spine bends awkwardly at the center, having contorted into an abrasive arch over the years. Still, he looks perfect in Jayce’s eyes. Every notch of his spine, pressing against his skin and accentuating his thin frame. Every mole and freckle gone unnoticed by his previous lovers. Every scar left along his back from the metal brackets of the brace chafing or cutting his porcelain skin. It’s all beautiful. 

Occasionally, Jayce will lean forwards and press a kiss to Viktor’s back, intermixing the massage with a gentle affection. As he does so, Jayce feels a buzzing sensation begin to work its way from the back of his sinuses up to the tip of his nose. He raises a hand, rubbing the bothersome appendage against its backside. Unfortunately, he gets a whiff of the strongly scented oils coating his palms. Fuck. 

Jayce’s breath catches in his throat, a vocal hitch forcing its way out, “hhHH-” Jayce places one hand on the small of Viktor’s back, steading himself so he doesn’t jostle Viktor at all. 

“Are you okay?” Viktor murmurs at the touch, half asleep under Jayce– it isn’t uncommon for him to fall asleep when Jayce massages his back. Jayce nods wordlessly before remembering Viktor can’t see him, “Yeah, f-hhih-fine…”

Jayce’s hands continue working over Viktor’s shoulders, but his mind remains distracted by that tantalizing itch dancing through his nose. It forces his nostrils to flare every so often, his eyes beginning to water with every hitch that catches in his chest. Viktor can feel every minuscule movement Jayce makes, suddenly feeling wide awake as he registers the little hitches. 

Unfortunately for Jayce, the buzzing worsens, and those “little hitches” are quick to turn into full on gasps, “hhHH-uh… hhheh-hhHHngh… hh’uUHH’ hHHHHRSCHHHEw!” 

Jayce barely turns his head to the side in time, the spray of the expulsion narrowly missing Viktor’s exposed back. His body shudders over Viktor’s, his thighs tightening their hold around his partner ever so slightly. 

“Bless you,” Viktor murmurs, feeling his abdomen fill with a swirling heat. Jayce rubs his nose against his shoulder, wrinkling the appendage and sniffling, desperate to subdue the continuous itch, “Shhsorry- did I get you?”

“No,” Viktor answers simply, humming as Jayce’s big hands begin their work again. Viktor waits, listening with rapt attention to every little shift in Jayce’s breathing, hoping the sneeze wasn’t just a single expulsion. 

A minute later, Jayce stupidly leans down to press a light kiss to the mole on Viktor’s upper left shoulder out of habit. As soon as his nose nears Viktor’s oil-covered back, it twitches. He takes in a desperate, “hhHHH-” before snapping forward with no other warning, “hhHGSSXCHHHew!ugh…” Jayce’s head is forced down as he convulses with the expulsion, his nose briefly pressing against Viktor’s shoulder. 

Viktor shivers as he feels the spray cast upon his bare skin, intermixing with the dampness of the oils. He swallows a moan as Jayce’s nose makes contact with his back, only heightening his arousal. He can feel Jayce’s weight shift, a bit more pressure being applied to his ass as Jayce is forced to change positions. 

Jayce’s eyes widen as he realizes the sheen of spray left on Viktor’s skin, blushing crimson and stuttering to apologize as his breath hitches again, “oh god VhhhViktor I’m s-hhH-so hhuHH- so sorrhhhHRRSXCHHh’uh!” 

Never has Jayce been hit by an allergen so intensely, having thought he had no allergies until this very moment. But the itch ravaging his nose is evidence enough to prove him wrong, causing him to hitch and whine. He can’t even raise his hands to cover or attend to the twitching appendage, knowing they’re both coated with the essential oils. 

“hhHhhngh- ehhhhHh- huh’hhHHEH-“ Jayce builds up to yet another sneeze, his hands now holding Viktor’s waist tightly in an attempt to keep some semblance of control, “hhHZZSXCHHuh’hh!”

The sneeze mists Viktor’s skin again, causing arousal to thrum throughout his body. It doesn’t help that he can feel Jayce’s hips buck against his ass with every expulsion. He muffles a moan into the cot’s surface, his body alight with desire. 

Jayce buries his nose against his own shoulder, berating the appendage as best he can without the use of his hands, “hhhuhh-ngh’uh,” Jayce’s breathless hitches are audible despite his efforts to suppress them. 

‘Foolish’ Viktor thinks upon hearing Jayce’s attempts at suppressing the build up. Viktor of all people knows just how loud Jayce’s hitching can get, having toyed with inducing his partner on many occasions. 

“hhHihH- Vik I’mhhh-I’m ghhehHgoing to sn-hhhHPDTSCHhew!” Jayce once again mists Viktor’s skin, his hands holding onto Viktor’s waist in utter desperation as the sneeze tears through him. Jayce stays bent over, not bothering to straighten up as he feels his breath catch haphazardly again. 

There’s a few moments of silence, broken only by Jayce’s desperate gasps before, “hhHHGGDZSCHh’uhh!” Jayce freezes as he feels a string of mess trail down his upper lip. Before he can move to catch it, it falls onto the nape of Viktor’s neck, causing the pinned man to shudder. Viktor doesn’t bother muffling his moan this time, his imagination running wild at the sensation of the mess against his skin. 

Jayce is quick to clean it up, gently swiping his fingers over the wet splotch and cringing at the sensation of the snot against his skin. He wipes it on his pant leg, murmuring a stuttered, broken apology, “sorry, I thinkhhhI’m hhHHallerghhHiHH– HHRRXSCHHeWw’huh! snNDFF- allergic.” 

At this point, Jayce’s thighs are pressing tightly against Viktor’s hips in order to maintain his balance, his big hands cupping Viktor’s bare waist. With every expulsion, Viktor can feel Jayce’s fingers grip his sides as the sneezes rack his body. 

The fact that Viktor can’t even see Jayce just makes him all the more aroused. Of course he enjoys watching Jayce sneeze, finding his expressions utterly enrapturing, but being pinned face down is equally as exciting; it leaves some of the experience up to imagination, allowing Viktor to picture his partner’s appearance while feeling every movement atop him. 

It doesn’t take long for Jayce to recognize that he’s not going to stop sneezing, unable to do anything but blink away allergic tears as sneeze after sneeze tears through his strong frame. After a little, Viktor shifts, signaling for Jayce to move off of him. Obedient as ever, Jayce attempts to do so, nearly stumbling over as he dismounts his partner. 

Once he finds his footing, Jayce looks at Viktor in utter disarray. His eyes and nose are streaming, a sheen of mess trailing down his upper lip, his nostrils flaring, his eyebrows knit together in a constant pre-sneeze expression. He holds his hands out in front of him helplessly, unable to tend to his nose. 

Wordlessly, Viktor stands and pulls Jayce into a kiss, taking his partner by surprise. Jayce melts into the kiss once his initial shock at the affection dissipates, reminding himself that Viktor finds his disheveled mess of a state hot rather than disgusting. Jayce has one arm draped around Viktor’s waist in support, his other hand tangling itself in his partner’s hair. He finds himself momentarily relieved as his and Viktor’s tongues dance along with each other.

Unfortunately for Jayce, the itch’s temporary dormancy is over. He takes in a desperate, quick inhale, his lips still pressed to Viktor’s, “hhHH-” before shuddering with a wet sneeze, “HHGGSXCHHew!” Jayce blushes crimson as he feels the spray of the sneeze intermix with the kiss, but his embarrassment is forgotten as Viktor moans, deepening their embrace. 

By the time Jayce’s allergies finally die down, it’s safe to say Viktor’s pain has been tended to… though not how the couple had initially intended. 

“You know,” Viktor murmurs lazily as he sits beside Jayce on the cot, “I now see the value of those essential oils you insist on purchasing.” He grins coyly at Jayce, watching his cheeks flush in response to the slight taunt.

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Been holding onto this one for months— so excited to finally post it!! 🥳 Feveruary Day 26– “Are you sure I’m sick? Because I feel fine”— Daisy Johnson x Reader

“Hey babe!” You chimed happily as you walked into the sitting room of the Playground, a warm mug of hot chocolate in your hand. The town the base lived in had been snowed in for days, and while it was gorgeous, it brought a chilly draft into the base.

You didn’t mind too much though, it was almost Christmas time and the halls were decorated festively and cold weather made it feel magical, plus it meant you could drink your famous extra-chocolaty hot chocolate and steal your girlfriend’s hoodies to keep warm.

“Eggnog already? It’s like 2pm.” Daisy joked as you made your way over to her, sitting down in an armchair across from the couch she was stretched out on.

You took a long sip. “It’s hot chocolate.” You sent her a playful glare, matching her sass with your own. “Though I wouldn’t be surprised if Hunter already found our stash for Christmas Eve.” Goofy smiles dawned on both your faces as you thought about it. Daisy nodded in agreement then raised her eyebrows at you.

“Still, isn’t that your go-to nighttime drink?” She asked and she smirked when you let out an incredulous huff. “Um excuse me, it’s cold in here! And hot chocolate should be allowed to be enjoyed at any time on this base if I have anything to say about it.” You shot back with a smile, taking a long sip from your gloriously perfect drink as you listened for Daisy’s usual witty retort. It didn’t come.

Her expression change slightly as she wrapped hr arms around her legs. “It is a little chilly in here.” She hummed and your eyebrows shot up in surprise. Daisy almost never complained about things like temperature, usually just people and missions.

“What?” She inquired when she saw the look on your face which turned more worried as you answered her. “You never complain about being cold.” You set down you precious mug and moved to stand by your girlfriend.

“Th—that’s not true! I complain about everything.” She rolled her eyes and opened her mouth again but stayed silent, a look of questioning on her face as you moved even closer, studying her intently.

Her cheeks were flushed the slightest pink, her skin was a little paler than normal and the edges of her nose looked red as if she’d been messing with it.

“Whatcha doing?” She asked but you ignored her, instead, you leaned down, your arms bracing your face just inches from hers. You smirked and she blushed, her gaze flickering from your eyes to your lips.

But before she could move, you swiftly pressed a kiss to her forehead to confirm your suspicions and pulled back just as fast, standing up once more. “You’re sick.” You simply stated, fully confident.

Daisy looked up at you incredulously. “Inhumans don’t get sick, I’m not sick.” She tried but you could only smile slightly at her denial, moving to rest your hand on her shoulder. “Yes, Daisy, you are.” You said but she still didn’t look convinced.

“Are you sure I’m sick? BecauseI feel fine.” You nodded at her words. “I’m sure babe. Trained super-spy here, remember?” You answered and she finally gave up, her whole demeanor changing drastically.

She could be vulnerable, but for you and only you. “Maybe you’re right.” She mumbled, shoulders slumping as she thought about it and noticed a slight tightness to her throat and pound in her head. If she wasn’t sick now, she was most likely coming down with something.

You kissed her forehead before turning back to grab your mug. “Here. You need this magical warmth more than I do.” You handed the sweet drink to your girlfriend who you now noticed was shivering slightly. “Are you sure?” She looked down into the mug, a few mini marshmallows slowly disappearing into the brown liquid. “B-but…” She gazed at you confused and you chuckled softly

“I’ll just go make another one. You sit here and I’ll be back in a couple minutes.” You handed her a blanket that was thrown across the back of a chair and tucking it gently around her legs.

Daisy looked up at you, eyes shining with gratitude as you turned to leave. Without thinking she reached out and rugged on your shirt so you’d turn around. “Yes, love?” You asked, looking down at her as her eyes widened then glanced down at her lap. “Um…thank you, y/n.” She spoke softly, almost shy.

You smiled and bent down to kiss her cheek. “Love you.” You hummed before turning and leaving your girlfriend to watch you leave with great adoration in her expression as she watched you go.

Daisy shivered then and pulled the blanket up closer around her shoulders as she waited for you and your warmth to come back. She sipped on the hot chocolate as she pondered on the fact that you were probably right, especially with the way she felt her a faint ache in her bones. She thought that had been from yesterday’s extra long training session.

She was fully convinced a few minutes later when her nose started to itch and rubbing it didn’t make it go away like normal. “nuhuhh…shhchcoo!” She sneezed twice before letting out a congested sniff.

“Bless you.” She heard you murmur softly as you came back into the room and heard the tail end of her sneeze. She murmured a ‘thanks’ as she moved over on the couch to make room for you.

You smiled, getting settled under the blanket with her. Daisy immediately snuggled into your warm arms as you wrapped them around her lovingly. Already the both of you forgot about your hot chocolate as you focused on each other.

Daisy breathed in deep as she inhaled your sweet, comforting scent. “Mmm you smell good.” She murmured into your chest. The small laugh you let out rumbled below her, the vibrations bringing her an immense sense of comfort.

“I’m surprised you can smell at all.” You joked and Daisy huffed. “I’m barely sick.” She tried but her defense was useless when she coughed a bit, her words getting caught in her throat. “So you admit it?” You smiled wider, smirking slightly. “If you say so.” You mused.

Daisy ignored you. “You’re wearing my hoodie.” She noted. “I am. I stole it. You’re not getting it back.” You joked lightly and Daisy ignored your fake threat. “Looks better on you.” She mumbled with a yawn. You gazed lovingly at her cuteness. How did you get so lucky to call her your girlfriend?

“And sleep looks good on you. Get some rest babe, your body needs it.” You hummed, one hand trailing mindlessly shapes along her back while the other rants its fingers through her silky hair.

“M-kay.” Her answer was an exhausted mumble. “Love you.” You murmured into her hair. Daisy shifted to get even more comfortable in your arms. “Feel better, baby.” She heard you say right before she drifted off into a light doze, feeling warm and at peace in your arms.

***

You lay happily, content to hold your girlfriend while she slept. Your fingers never stopped their gentle ministrations and your gaze shifted to the door every few minutes to make sure no one would interrupt this moment or disturb the peaceful slumber of the girl in your arms.

One death glare from you had every agent who passed by hurrying away from the room before they could even touch the handle. You found slight amusement at the fact you could scare them that much. To Daisy and the rest of the team, you were basically a puppy, always happy and enjoyable to be around, making jokes and checking in on everyone. And you could be like that with others too, but when it came to your girlfriend, or anything else you were serious about, you knew exactly how to scare the shit out of anyone in your way.

A while passed, maybe an hour, maybe two, maybe less. You weren’t sure. But eventually Daisy stirred, twisting and turning in your arms while mumbling random nonsense.

You could tell she was having a bad dream. You’d been with her long enough and she trusted you enough to know about her past. The things she’d done, seen and been through. Sometimes you’d hold her close after a rough mission or comfort her on the anniversary of a friend’s death or even just when she randomly felt down. You were always there for her.

But mostly, her trauma manifested through nightmares that awoke her many a night in tears and sobs. You comforted her through it all and she was eternally grateful for everything you did for her.

Now, she seemed to be have one of her worse dreams. This one likely coughed by the fever that you had noticed steadily growing as you held her. When the dream didn’t stop, you decided to wake her up.

“Hey, Daisy.” You tried speaking her name a few times and when that didn’t work, you gently shook her shoulder and spoke a bit louder. “Dais, babe, wake up.”

That did the trick and she jolted awake with a sharp gasp, immediately disoriented and overwhelmed. You knew exactly what to do.

Like every other time, you held her closer to you, tight but not suffocating and rocked her gently while murmuring sweet reassurances. “You’re okay baby. It was just a dream. You’re here with me, we’re both safe. It’s alright.” You hummed in her ear until her heartbeat slowed back to normal and she got her bearings. She let out a heavy sigh and you placed a lingering kiss to her hair.

“Hey Daisy?” You spoke after another couple minutes of just holding her. She turned in your arms to look up at you, she looked exhausted. “You have a fever. I think we should go to the lab and have Jemma check you out.” You suggested softly.

Daisy opened her mouth to say something but paused, her expression changing suddenly as her face scrunched up adorably.

“huhHshsShu! Uhhhuhcsshoo!” She quickly ducked her head against your chest as she muffled two sneezes into your shirt. “Sorry.” She mumbled. You kissed her head.

“You’re okay. Bless you Daisy.” You hummed sweetly. “How ‘bout that trip to the lab now, huh?” You asked and she nodded with a tired sniff. You helped her up and wrapped an arm around her waist, giving her some support as she leaned heavily on against you.

After making your way slowly towards the lab, you directed her to the medical bed and sat her down before going to find Jemma. A short basic exam later and Jemma confirmed what you all already knew, that Daisy was sick.

“But she’ll be okay, right?” You asked your friend. Maybe you were being a but too worrisome but you just cared. You cared about your girlfriend so damn much and just wanted her to be okay.

Jemma nodded with a kind smile. “Yes, don’t worry one bit, y/n. She just has a bad cold, should be better in the next few days to a week. In the meantime I suggest lots of rest. Make sure she stays hydrated, and most importantly, no missions or work. I’ll notify Coulson that the both of you could use a few days off.”

You smiled at Jemma’s words, giving a gentle squeeze to Daisy’s hand which you hand been holding since you arrived at the lab. “Thank you, Jemma. I’ll make sure she follows her doctor’s orders.” You joked lightly.

“Think you can handle it babe? No missions or work of any kind. You’re officially on bed rest until you’re better.” You turned back to your girlfriend, helping her off the examination table. You knew how much Daisy loved to stay busy with work, basically never taking a break unless she was injured or you convinced her.

She nodded, her eyes fluttering between open and closed. “I’m so tired even the thought of a mission makes me want to pass out.” She mumbled as she leaned her head on your shoulder once more. You kissed her hair. “Let’s get you to bed then.” You hummed, thanking Jemma before leading the sleepy, clingy inhuman back to your shared bedroom.

Immediately after you shut the door, Daisy released herself from your hold and flopped herself on the bed. She tried to curl up under the blankets but you stopped her.

“Wait, baby. Let’s get you changed first, okay?” You suggested, sitting her up and running your hand through her slightly damp hair as her eyes fluttered open then closed once again as she tried to focus on your words.

She gave a small whine but nodded and you helped her undress before you handed her a pair of black shorts and her favorite cozy hoodie which also happened to be one of yours. Daisy sighed heavily as she finally curled up under the blankets and minute later with you quickly joining her.

The second you were in bed she snuggled up as close as she could, holding onto you and much as she could. Wrapping your arms protectively around her, you also tangled your legs together, giving the sick inhuman every ounce of comfort you could. With another tired sigh, Daisy nuzzled her head deeper against your neck and you smiled as you felt her soft warm lips kiss you there ever so lightly.

“Thank you.” She expressed with a loving whisper. “You’re welcome, baby.” You hummed back casually and felt Daisy’s head shake against your skin as she lifted her head enough to look you in the eyes.

“I mean it. Thank you.” She repeated, pausing a moment before continuing and you stay silent, knowing she wasn’t done. “I’ve never had someone to…well…well I’ve never had someone take care of me like this before.” She admitted shyly, breaking eye contact.

You smiled softly, a bit of sadness behind your eyes as you gently cupped her warm cheek with you cool hand, a feeling that she leaned into as she looked to you again.

“Aw, Daisy, you know I’ll always be here for you, love.” You cooed, your thumb brushing lovingly along her feverish skin. Your heart ached, knowing her words were true, that no one had ever really cared for her in any way before she joined SHIELD, let alone in this way. But you were happy to know that you were now the one that could give it to her, wanting to make sure she knew she was loved and that she knew she deserves to be loved.

A small smile dawned on her face. “I know…just—I love you.” She hummed back, her eyes shining so bright with adoration you felt like you could see the stars in them. “I love you too, Daisy. Now get some sleep, you need it.” You kissed her forehead.

“You’ll stay with me right?” Your girlfriend asked, her voice small and riddled with congestion and exhaustion. You smiled warmly at her, knowing this was probably her fever talking. Of course you’d stay with her, there was no doubt about it.

“Of course I will. There’s no where else in the world I’d rather be right now. I’m not going anywhere.” You reassured her gently and she smirked sleepily.

“Really? ‘Cuz I wouldn’t mind being on some warm tropical beach with you right now.” She slurred, even in her somewhat delirious state she was making jokes and you loved it. Chuckling, you tucked her head back into your neck and rested your head atop her’s.

“I’d like that too babygirl. Maybe we can bribe Coulson for a vacation when you’re better.” You felt her smile against you neck. “Okay.” To mumbled her mind now fully drifting away as she was pulled closer and closer to sleep.

You held her trailing your fingers along her shoulder and you thought she’d finally fell asleep when a few soft sniffles pulled you from your thoughts. You kissed Daisy’s hair and held her closer as she tried to move away from you.

“It’s okay baby.” You assured her right before she took a shaky breath and tucked deeper into your neck. “Huhhsshuuh! Hheshchhoo! Nunhh…uuhhhschoo!” She sneezed wetly against your neck, followed by an embarrassed “sorry” mumbled quietly.

“Don’t be. Bless you, love.” You hummed gently with another kiss to her hair.

“Even when I’m all gross?” She mused, a hint of humor in her voice although she was completely serious.

“Even now. And tomorrow, and always. You never have to be sorry with me.” You whispered back, feeling a smile against your skin before soft snores filled the room.