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Could I maybe request a sick fuku/zawa drabble? Thank you so much for always doing these for everyone <33

awhh, ofc!! I love filling requests when I can, it makes me feel so good to be able to bring to life something someone wants to see!~ Hopefully this lil drabble is enjoyable, sorry it took a bit!~ <33

1kish words, feat: F/ukuzawa, A/tsushi, D/azai, and briefly T/anizaki & K/enji~ --------------------

“You look awful-” 

The words slip from Atsushi’s mouth before he can stop them, the world coming to a standstill as Fukuzawa gives him that familiar deadpan expression. 

“N-not how I meant it to come out….” Atsushi squeaks, shrinking into himself and giving a sheepish smile. “I just meant- you don’t… seem well? Are you sure you should be here today..?” 

“I appreciate the concern,” Fukuzawa states, his voice collected and level, even despite the rasp along the edges of it, “but I am perfectly capable of deciding to come into work at my agency. If I was not in a fit state, rest assured, I would still be at home.” 

Atsushi just nods, slinking back to his desk. Alright, it wasn’t exactly a reprimand, but maybe it’s not his place to question the president. No- no not maybe, it definitely isn’t his place. 

“RRZSHH’uh!” 

The sneeze makes Atusushi jump, Kenji and Tanizaki giggling a bit from their desks behind him. 

“Sorry,” Fukuzawa offers, giving an unreadable glance over to Kenji and Tanizaki (who immediately stop giggling). “I didn’t mean to startle you.” 

“O-oh it’s, it’s totally okay sir, s-sorry for getting startled!” 

There’s a very failed attempt at a contained snort from behind him, and Atsushi debates jumping out the window. He’s a weretiger, his body will heal faster than his pride… 

“No need for that,” Fukuzawa cuts in, pausing Atsushi’s escape plans for the moment, “now, unless there’s anything else you need,” he glares over behind Atsushi, and the muffled giggles stop, “get back to work.” 

“Yes s-”

“RRSHH– RZSHHHH’iuh!” 

“Bless you!” 

Fukuzawa winces, wrist still pressed to his face. Atsushi quickly takes action, grabbing the tissues from the desk and holding them out. Fukuzawa accepts thankfully, and Atsushi turns away to give him a bit of privacy to clean up. 

“That didn’t sound good,” comes a voice from the hall, Atsushi and Fukuzawa turning in unison to see Dazai leaning against a wall. He’s wearing a familiar expression of playful disinterest, but Atsushi doesn’t miss how his eyes scan over the President, clearly evaluating his state. 

“I’m-” Fukuzawa starts, but breaks off into a harsh cough that leaves his lungs rattling slightly as he attempts to maintain composure. While being, Atsushi guesses, about ten seconds from hitting the floor. 

“You know,” Dazai calls again, sliding into the room in something akin to a cat stalking its prey. “A wise man once told me,” 

Atsushi pauses, eyes snapping between the two men engaged in some sort of… standoff? He waits for the words of wisdom, matching breaths sucked in behind him as the whole office seems to be caught in a standstill. 

Fukuzawa meets Dazai’s eye, pulling himself to his full height, coughing subsided for now. He gives a gesture to continue, a single eyebrow raising slowly.

“He said ‘Dazai, you are the best employee we have-”

“I don’t believe that-” 

Dazai holds up a hand, giving a dramatic tilt of his head, “Please, let me tell it as I remember, it was… the most heartfelt thing I’ve ever been told.” A single tear rolls down his face, and Atsushi has to manually close his jaw, risking a peek to find Kenji beaming behind him, eyes full of wonder locked on Dazai. 

Fukuzawa groans slightly, but nods again, rolling his eyes almost imperceptively. He muffles another harsh “RZSHHMPFH– RRSHhh’uh!-” into his sleeve, grimacing slightly as he reaches with his free arm for another handful of tissues. 

“Thank you, thank you. Now, as I was saying,” Dazai continues, stepping forward with an exaggerated wave of his hand, “A great man once told me, ‘Dazai, you are the best worker I’ve ever seen, and because of that, I must impart on you this advice, my most trusted and beloved employee’-”

Everyone is on the edge of their seats, except, Atsushi notes, Fukuzawa, who looks as if he’s well aware where this is going, and is resigned to the dramatics of Dazai being how they have to get there. He simply pulls the tissues to his nose, attempting to (poorly) stifle the next “RZSH-NGT’uh!”. Some form of… politeness, Atsushi guesses, despite Dazai’s… theatrics, Fukuzawa’s still trying to allow him room to finish without further interruption. 

“The advice of which was,” Dazai pauses again, this time Atsushi rolls his eyes with a deep sigh. ‘Oh my god,’ he finds himself thinking so loud it’s almost audible, ‘get to the point already…’ 

“‘You’re of no use to anyone else if you can’t even take care of yourself,’” Dazai finally finishes, voice steadily quiet. He turns at that, facing Fukuzawa, and gives a look that’s so raw and unmasked that Atsushi looks away on instinct, cheeks burning as if he’d just witnessed something intimate he shouldn’t have. In a sense, he supposes, he did. 

“And!” Dazai adds, swivelling back around to face the room with his normal grin, “We have unlimited sick days!” 

“That’s not tr-” Fukuzawa starts, voice cutting off into a gasp as he turns back to his, now utterly ruined, handful of tissues for another throat-scraping, “RRZSHHh’uh!” 

“He didn’t deny it!” Dazai calls out in a sing-song voice, casting a wink towards Atsushi, who gives a terrified smile, and suddenly finds the floor incredibly interesting. 

He only breaks that stance when Fukuzawa starts coughing again, Atsushi moving into range to whisper, “Hey, he’s not wrong, you know. I- I know it’s not my place but- if you don’t take care of yourself, th-then…” 

“No,” Fukuzawa starts, then softens his tone and gives Atsushi a measured, yet gentle, look. “I know. You’re both right. I shouldn’t have… I should have listened to you earlier, I’m. I am sorry.” 

“Hey,” Atsushi starts, smiling, “no worries about that! All I care about is you getting better.” “rRZSSHH’uh! RRT’SZHH–oo! guhh…” 

“Now uh- h-how about I help walk you out..?”  Fukuzawa gives a tight nod, leaning a bit of his weight against the arm Atsushi holds out.

“And-” Atsushi continues, “I’ll tell Kunikida to handle the office until you get back, between him and Ranpo, this place will run just fine without you!”

There’s a brief pause, panic beginning to overflow as Atsushi’s eyes widen, realizing what he just said. “W-wait, sorry that’s- that’s not what I meant, we absolutely need you here, I wasn’t trying to-”

“Atsushi.”

“Y-yes sir…?”

Fukuzawa turns to him, a soft smile crossing his stern features. “Thank you.”

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You've told me about a certain... thing you enjoy, and I'm happy to indulge you!~

(all one take - improvised scenario)

feat: sneezing, sniffling, one nose blow (6:28), talking, playfully teasing, I induce for you, you induce me, general acceptance of the kink and kindness towards it, and continuous consent

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someone hesitantly agreeing to use something that makes them sneeze during sex at their partners request. to their surprise, after climaxing alongside a sneeze, they mumble, “that felt kinda good…”

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You have reduced me to symbols. Again.

i am NOT confident i am doing this right but the character ask bingo reblog thingy,

I present you: M/ike C/rew (as we've scremed about many lil guys, but not this one in depth, so I'm interested to see, if you'd like to!~)

HIIIII OFC I'LL DO THE GUY !!

M/ike Cr/ew:

OKOK. I can't decide if he gets big buildups or if his snzes come without warning !! I think both fit him for different reasons and it's just so fhdkdjdjdj- I think more than allergic he's Sensitive to strong scents, so while he's not allergic to for example grass it will make him snz if it's freshly cut and it smells strongly. I also think his avatar powers Do Something everytime he snzs but idk What exactly!

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Could I get fuku/zawa for the bingo ? Sorry for double requesting him omg

of course!~ and no need to be sorry at all, I'm always happy to see you here!~ <3 and around in general~ (i'll be getting to the lil drabble prompts I have a bit later, but bingo I can do while otherwise occupied so I'll fill this one now~)

Bingo under the cut~ +little rambles

I think he's a fairly "rRRZSHh'uuh!" type of person, unless he has to he doesn't really bother stifling, knows it isn't good for him and most of the time doesn't see the point. Might as well let it out, politely turn away/cover, apologize, and return to the task at hand. Though I do think, especially if it's allergies/a fit, he tends to get a bit of longer buildups, and can loose it pretty routinely if he's interrupted. I also think he's the type to "Pardon me, I have to sneeze..." a fair little bit before he actually does, sitting in a bit of limbo with his arm covering his face as he waits for it to fully build~

I think he has allergies, hayfever/general grass/pollen ones, but you wouldn't know that unless he told you or you hang around him often. It's not like he's hiding them per se, he just has a regimen of medication that helps control the worst of it, and he will wear a mask/avoid outside on the bad pollen days. (Only people like Fukuchi, Mori, Kunikida, and maybe Dazai have really seen him break down into bad fits/allergies, most of the others just have some general knowledge that he tends to get a bit allergic sometimes)

I also think he doesn't get sick that often, he knows how to take care of himself, and considers it his duty as the leader to maintain health. Still, when he does get sick, he won't hide it too much, he doesn't want to place anyone in unnecessary risk. He doesn't whine, or walk around talking about it, but he'll offer a vague "oh, I'm gonna keep this mask on I'm under the weather" or such here and there. He cares for himself, takes care of his body, drinks tea, takes meds, rests, etc. Unlike some others in the office (cough Dazai cough) he won't push himself to the limits unless he absolutely has to, and even then, he's careful. He views it as 'more than just him on the line'~

I also think he always carries a handkerchief of two, which has saved more than just his nose in the past~

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Ahhh I know I just asked for the Bingo for fyo/dor but is it okay to request a fyo/dor snz drabble? I'm looking for scenarios to draw uwu

It's absolutely fine if you don't wanna tho!

ofc!!~ I'm happy to write a lil somethin!~ (this came so easily, which is honestly such a relief hehe~ hopefully it's enjoyable, and can help be a bit of inspiration to get your own creative brain goin!~)

1.7k words, so a biiiit over what i said but it took me almost no time or strain, so I'm quite happy with that~ not super heavy on the snz, but hopefully still enjoyable!~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The melody could be heard echoing throughout the empty room. Each note seeming to take their turn to spread uninterrupted throughout the corridors.

Nikolai was out, on some mission Fyodor had hardly been listening to. Sigma was… well, at his casino probably. The man didn’t spend time anywhere else nowadays. 

It was peaceful, the solitude. Lonely for some, but Fyodor was not one of those souls who longed for companionship. The ability to play his cello, far from the prying ears and eyes of others, it was a welcome relief. 

Though, he came to realize quickly enough, he was not rid of all those who wished to pry just yet. He lets his eyes rest on a single corridor. Nothing moves, the stillness remains as unassuming as ever, and yet… he is not alone here. 

“Welcome,” Fyodor says, fingers never pausing their rhythmic strumming, bow tilting with his arm as he glides the strings against each other. “I was not expecting company so soon.” 

“But you were expecting me,” comes the reply, Dazai stepping carefully out of his position in the shadows. 

Fyodor simply nods the cello towards him, tilting his head back and opening a single eye to peer casually at the detective leaning against the wall. “Of course. You are surprised?” 

The game had begun long before either of them had spoken, and each move now was planned down to the letter. Right on cue, Dazai shook his head, letting a small chuckle slip from his lips. 

“Of course not,” Fyodor continued, letting his eyes drift shut again as the haunting melody begin to slow, a melancholy tune that sang of lost love and forgotten past. “There is no point in misleading, it is just us here.” 

“What a relief,” Dazai replies, lowering himself onto the floor and crossing his legs. “I was not looking forward to meeting whatever group you have with you down here in this place. Never was a fan of rats.” 

“And yet,” comes Fyodor’s response, fingers never missing a note. “You seem to have no issues with tigers.” 

There’s a pause. It’s not surprise, or fear, or even curiosity. Dazai is not sizing him up, nor weighing his options. Fyodor never pauses the song, cello singing out as his bow flies back and forth, slow and fast, each note at their time, in their place. 

“It’s beautiful,” Dazai finally says, after a long silence. His usual tone has… deepened. There’s something more genuine to it, and Fyodor opens his eyes and lowers his chin, meeting Dazai’s gaze. 

“It’s quite haunting, isn’t it?” 

There’s no answer, but then again, there was never going to be. Fyodor continues to play, and Dazai continues to listen. It’s not as simple as that, it never will be, never was, but in this moment… neither of them needs to draw attention to anything more that it might be. 

Eventually the melody draws to its end, Fyodor concluding it with a deep sigh, removing himself from his chair with a single movement. Dazai stands in the same, graceful as ever. Neither one makes a sound, not with voice or movement. They both stand for a moment, appreciating the silence in harmony. 

“Well,” Dazai says, the first to break it. He was always going to, but Fyodor can’t help the hint of disappointment that surges through his chest. Dazai continues, “That was lovely, but shall we get on with the real reason I’m here?” 

“I suppose,” Fyodor replies, turning his back to Dazai as he begins to tidy up the cello. “We both know why that is, do we not?” 

“I suspect we do.” 

“Then no need to beat around the bush,” Fyodor offers, turning to face Dazai with a soft smile. “What you have heard is true. Where you have heard it though, I admit I am not sure. Nikolai I suspect, though it doesn’t escape my notice that Sigma and him have been spending a fair amount of time, perhaps you got it from our dear casino owner instead.” 

“And you’re not going to, deny it?” Dazai responds, a hint of surprise lacing his tone. Whether it’s for show, or he’s truly surprised, Fyodor can’t be sure. He can’t help the chill of excitement that runs through him simply from that realization. That he isn’t sure. 

“What would be the point? I’ve known from the minute you walked in here that you were… shall we say, carrying something special,” Fyodor met Dazai’s eye, then drifted his gaze down to the bundle neatly contained in the inner jacket pocket. “A gift, I suspect? Or at least, under the guise of such.” 

The response is measured and slow, but deliberate. Dazai pulls out the parcel, and unwraps it to reveal a set of flowers that Fyodor had been seeing in his head since the second the scent reached him. Lilies, and beautiful ones at that. 

“They have quite the symbolic meanings, you know,” Dazai starts, taking a single step closer and beginning to twirl the lily through his fingers. Not unlike the way Fyodor held the bow to his cello, each stroke calculated and precise. 

“I’m aware, yes. Something about rebirth, new beginnings, and purity.” “Mm yes, but more than that,” Dazai continues, another step closer. Fyodor shows no noticeable sign of distress, he’s sure of that, but it takes conscious effort to resist the itch beginning to dance up the bridge of his nose. 

“Do tell?” 

“They symbolize innocence.” 

“Is that not the same as purity?” Fyodor offers back, though they both know it’s more of a lead-in than an actual question. Still, Dazai accepts the offer, moving one step closer as he does. It’s a dance, a back and forth, and their steps have thus far remained in sync. 

Not literal movement, Fyodor thinks, letting his mind slip for a second. In fact, since Dazai has drawn closer, he’s not moved a single step in any direction. He can’t help but wonder if Dazai knows why. 

Does he think it’s for fear of weakness? No, his weakness is on full display as Dazai draws the allergen closer with every step. Skilled as he may be at hiding it, there’s no doubt Dazai’s noticed the tremble in his breath, or the twitch of his nose. Pride? No again, neither of them are the type, and if Dazai thought he was, this dance wouldn’t be happening in the first place. 

No, Dazai is more than a simple adversary, and there’s no doubt in Fyodor’s mind that he knows exactly why he’s been allowed to get closer. For the thrill. 

It’s with a start that Fyodor realizes Dazai’s merely inches away, and has been talking this whole time. 

“You’re slipping, Dostoevsky,” Dazai says, a hint of disappointment in his tone, in harmony with amusement. “Distracted by something?” 

‘Yes,’ Fyodor thinks, ‘but not what you’d suspect.’ 

“I think you’ll find,” Dazai replies, answering the unspoken, “That you haven’t a clue what I might suspect.” 

Without a word, Fyodor turns on his heel abruptly. He doesn’t miss the single step back Dazai takes. There’s no surprise on his face, it’s purely to allow room. He can’t deny he’s grateful for that, as he draws his wrist up to his nose and lets loose the first set of stifles that he’d been building to since Dazai first step foot in the building. 

“hh’nGt!- eh’tNgt!- ngDt-! ah’kNGt! h’kgt-nh’dgt-ah’nngt!- ih’nGdT’uh!-” 

“Bless you,” Dazai hums. 

“Surprising, hearing that from you,” Fyodor responds, sniffling delicately against his wrist. “I didn’t think they had such customs around here.” 

“They don’t,” Dazai replies, his voice seeming to shed years like scales as he dipped back into something reminiscent of a teenager. “Just somethin’ I picked up from this annoying guy back in my Mafia days.” 

“And yet it stuck all this time,” Fyodor returns, rushing his words a touch more than he’d normally allow. The next fit was working its way through his sinuses, stifling had done him no favours, and his time was limited. “Must have been someone important if it worked its way this deep into your vocabulary.” 

“Ehh,” Dazai says, twirling the lilies and flicking his eyes down to Fyodor’s nose. No doubt twitching already, it’s all he can do to keep his nostrils from flaring, the tickle spreading deep and quick, like a forest fire through a dead valley. “More like someone who wouldn’t stop using it. Though I think it embarrassed him almost as much as those he used it on.” 

“Might have been the appeal?” Fyodor replies, well aware it’s the last he’ll get before-

“Don’t think so, not his style. More ours,” Dazai pauses, a grin shining out from his eyes alone. “Not done yet?”

They both know the answer. 

“hH’ishhuh!” Fyodor barely has time to turn again, this time cupping both his hands over his face as the fit breaks free. Stifling is more work than help at this point, no point suppressing this. “hH’TShh’uh!- eh’TSHhuh! tshhh’uh! tsHHh’uh!” 

“Blessings again- oh, still more?” 

The taunt is well understood, Fyodor hadn’t even stopped sneezing during that time. It was a show, a display, ‘I know you can’t stop, and I know this weakness.’ In other circumstances he might have been concerned, been planning counter moves long in advance, a way out, a way to end his opponent where they stand– 

“hhISHh’uh! iShh’uh! tzZSHhh’uh!” 

–But this game was long from over, and this move was merely a performative one. I know your weaknesses the same you know mine. For… enjoyment more than anything else. 

By the time Fyodor catches his breath enough to look up, the lilies are placed delicately on the chair beside the cello, wrapped in a thin piece of paper. Dazai himself, is nowhere to be seen. 

Leaning down, Fyodor unwraps it, pausing to direct another fit into his wrist, “hHishh’uh! iShhh’uh! tSHhh’uh! tiEShh’uh!” 

‘Bless you’, reads the paper. 

Fyodor smiles, reaching down and moving the lilies to the floor, before taking his seat once again. He picks up the bow, leans the cello between his legs, and begins to play anew. This time the melody is sweeter, something more airy, more innocent, more pure. 

“ishh’uh!- tShh’tshh’tshh-uh!” 

And not uninterrupted. 

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g//ojo 🪶

Thanks for the request!~ Assuming this is a drabble req, and the feather emoji was not a tooon to work with so I uh- went a little incredibly self-indulgent with it... hope that's alright~ >/<

1.2k words so I'm sliiightly breaking my rule but not by a lot!!~ With these I'm not spending forever editing, just kinda writing and posting, get that creativity flowing, so hopefully this is enjoyable stil!~

(feat. kink!g/eto, and indulgent!g/ojo, doesn't go into nsfw details but def gets quite into the kinkness of this all so, be warned!~ also possibly be warned that it's a bit of a tease if you DO want the nsfw part written, as it's not <3)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “You sure about this?” 

Gojo meets Geto’s eye, mischief glinting even from behind his sunglasses. He gives a slow nod, cocking his head to the side with a smirk. 

Geto had admitted recently to having a certain… interest. And well, Gojo Satoru was nothing if not indulgent. 

The feather slipped in easily enough, Gojo’s nostrils flaring on instinct. A chill ran through him, seemingly mimicked in Geto as the feather trembled. It was almost unbearable, and it took every ounce of control Gojo had not to break instantly. 

“W-whew, that suuhh… sure tickles a lot, I didn’t r-really think it would work this well,” Gojo hums, not missing the way Geto’s cheeks heat up with each hitchy breath. “I mean sure,” he continues, “I’m sensitive, but it juhh… j-just– hiHh!” 

There’s a pause as the feather stops its gentle rhythm, Gojo almost gasping as the sudden stillness for some reason seems to only feed the sneeze. He manages to get his breathing back under control, a single tear slipping from his eyes. 

When he glances over to Geto, he smirks at the pure lust in his eyes, teeth pressed against his lip. Well, he certainly wasn’t kidding, now was he. Gojo takes a small pause, steadies himself, and continues, eager to see just how far he can push this. 

“Sorry, got a bit too much for me there,” he purrs, the feather trembling as another chill runs down Geto’s spine. “Shall we continue?” 

Geto can only nod, the feather slowly beginning to trace its familiar circles once more. Gojo gasps, letting the breath out as a shaky sigh as the tickle dies back into the familiar itch. 

“As I waahh- was saying, I’m quite sehh.. sensitive- hhhieHh–! Mmm. Sensitive, but it just feels so cartoonish? A feather, m-making… making… making you sneeehhze- hhh… hih- hHIH–!” 

This time Gojo presses his tongue to the roof of his mouth, managing to fend off the sneeze at the last second. In front of him, Geto visibly trembles. 

“Woah, ‘scuse me! Almost got away from me there,” Gojo purrs, sniffling roughly. It’s only after that he realizes just how bad of a move that was. 

The feather twitches inside his nose, swirling around in random patterns as the rush of air moves the tufts in all new directions. Gojo barely has time to breath a strangled “Suguru-” before he’s ducking into his wrist with a desperate- “hHHEASHh-ASHH’oo!-” 

Geto, for his part, has the common sense to pull the feather out just before Gojo ducks away. The relief from the rapid double is quickly overshadowed by the itch. Well. This is an unexpected twist. Though, Gojo admits to himself, maybe it shouldn’t have been. 

“S-suguru, I think… thihhh…” Gojo starts, his eyes beginning to flutter shut again, “I think I might- might behhe, aller- ahhh… allehhrgic– hhHIEH! Guhh… allergic to the feaahhehh– feather.” 

“What makes you say that?” Geto murmurs, voice low and raw. Under any other circumstances Gojo might have pinned Geto against a wall just for the tone, but he’s currently a little preoccupied. He doesn’t miss the edge of lust though, his eyes flickering up to meet Geto’s. 

“It tiihhh– tickles,” Gojo whines, scrunching up his nose and attempting to scratch the itch hands free. “It feels like the feahhther… f-feather is….. ihhhs… it- it feels like it’s still ihhn my nuhhh… nose!” 

The tickle hits its crescendo, and Gojo lets his eyes drift shut, nostrils flaring, tongue peeking out between his teeth, ready to snee-

Instead, he lets out a breathy whimper as he feels something pinch his nose shut. His eyes snap open again to reveal Geto kneeling over him, fingers against his nose. Gojo doesn’t have enough breath to speak, the tickle still burning its way through his sinuses. 

He can only whimper, Geto letting out a low growl of a moan in reply. They stay like that for a minute, Gojo working his hands up to grip Geto’s hips, nails digging into his fabric. Geto holding Gojo’s nose, eyes burning with desire. 

“S-suguru, I have… I have to… please-” Gojo begs, blinking out a few tears as the tickle reaches his eyes. Geto, for his part, shivers. The chill runs through him and into Gojo, leaving them both quivering with anticipation. 

“Ready?” Geto purrs, a low noise that nearly chases the tickle away as Gojo bites his lip instinctively in response. 

“hHIEHh–” Is all Gojo can manage in return before Geto gently rubs his fingers together, releasing some of the pressure. The movement sends shockwaves of tickles through Gojo’s nose, his eyes shutting instantly as his breath catches again. 

“I don’t think you’ll even need this,” Geto says, using his other hand to bring the feather up, “but might as well make sure these don’t get stuck, right Satoru?” 

There’s no response aside from Gojo’s desperate hitches, his chest rising and falling in uneven intervals as he fights the urge to push Geto off and just get this sneeze out. After all, this is for Suguru, for his enjoyment, and Satoru is nothing if not indulgent. 

He doesn’t need to wait long before Geto releases his nose fully, slipping the feather in at the same time in one graceful movement. The damn breaks instantly. 

“EESHHH’OO!- Oh thank god, tZSHh’aa! hH’IEShh-ishhh’ishhh’ishhh’ishhh–iew!” 

With each tiny burst, the feather jostles, leaving Gojo no time to do anything but gasp again, building into another useless sneeze as his nose tries desperately to fight against the overwhelming itch. 

“tshh-tshh-tshhiew! eh’ESihh! ieShhh’ishh’ishhh’ishhh-ew! Suguru I- ashh’oo! asSHh’oo! I don’t thhhihh- think I’m- eh’AShhew!” 

Gojo can hear Geto whimper in the background, but doesn’t have time to enjoy it before his nose lets loose with another, “ashh’ahshh’ashh-uh! I don’t think I’m st-stopping… hH’EAShh-oo! eAShh’ashh’ashh’ashhhew!” 

Finally, after what feels like forever, Geto takes hold of the feather again, giving it one final spin before pulling it out. The sensation of it leaving is almost as overwhelming as it entering, and Gojo only has time to pull himself into Geto’s chest before the final sneezes break free. 

“iHH’MFSHH-oo! mMMFPSHh’aa! Whew, that was, wow,” Gojo says with a deep sniffle, watery eyes meeting Geto’s gaze. Seems they’re both out of breath. 

“Are you alright?” Geto asks, thumbing away a stray tear from Gojo’s cheek. It’s a genuine question, clearly checking if this was too much. He’s been witness to more than one of Gojo’s infamous fits, but this was a bit intense even by his standards.

“Perfectly,” Gojo smiles, that glint of mischief back in his eyes. “I had no idea I could drive you this insane, Suguru. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so undone.” 

“Oh shut up, Satoru,” Geto replies.

“Make me,” Gojo retorts, grinning as Geto pulls him in for a hungry kiss. He kisses back greedily, running his hands up Geto’s back. He only pauses to lean against Geto’s neck and let out another, “hh’tSSHhiew!-” 

Geto pulls him back into the kiss, running his fingers through Gojo’s hair. Breaking away once more, Gojo whispers in his ear, “You know, you really picked the right kink to have. You should hear me, I almost never stop sneezing.” 

A chill runs down Geto’s spine, paralleled in Gojo’s as teeth grip at his neck, then find their way to his ear to reply, “I’m quite aware.”

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Fy/odor from bsd?

(again assuming this is for bingo~) I'd love to!~ Ah, horrible awful men that are goddamn gorgeous, how I hate to love you and love to hate you <3

Bingo under the cut!~ & rambles

I definitely think this man gets sick way too often, and is quite sensitive to cold, and this is- this is basically canon (though the anime cuts it out because thEy Hate uS sob.) and I think he's definitely the type to keep working on what he is, maintain composure, but be slowly crumbling before their eyes (wants to be more subtle than he is, but points to him, it will never stop him, even when he's so dizzy from the fever he can barely stand)

I also hc quite hard that he is allergic to like, all of nature. The outside Does Not Agree With Him. And for Lore/Spoiler reasons or not, I don't think medication helps much, and he's quite against it since it might interact.... interestingly with his body at times~

I also think his buildups are long, and he suffers from false starts a lot, but you wouldn't be able to tell from the outside (unless you're someone like dazai, nikolai, ranpo, etc. either a 'genius' or someone who knows him/hangs around him a lot) and that he can quite easily 'lose' them, though given he's almost always trying not to sneeze, i'm not sure 'lose' is the right word~

Also def a chronic stifler who has those rapid fits where you aren't sure they're breathing, though he recovers swiftly and gracefully- can just duck to the side with like 12 bottled up stifles painfully piled over each other, and then just stand up and resume speech as normal~

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cho//zo....? 🤭

I'm gonna assume this means C/hoso...? but if it doesn't, I'm so sorry!~ this bingo is for 'c/hoso', and if 'cho/zo' is a different character, I don't think I'm familiar <3 (all meant as genuine, not teasing <3 I genuinely want to make sure I'm answering the right character~)

(last bingo in this set so hopefully the spam will go down a little <33)

Bingo sheets under the cut!~ + rambling as always

Choso my beloved aghagh <3 i think as part curse who isn't used to this world, he is just- so allergic to most things. And also just the most sensitive, I put 'weird allergy', it doesn't exactly fit, but I hc so hard that if you touch/stroke/anything on his facial markings, the one over his nose, it gets him so desperately sneezy~ little kitten snz too, that he stifles instinctually, no one taught him he just does it~

I think he gets sick a lot, again, not used to the world, and he does not know/care to take care of himself well enough to prevent it, and he doesn't want to get anyone else sick (especially his 'family') but he also doesn't want to be alone <3

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babygirl vash IS on my 2025 bingo card!!

(no but can we see his plz <3)

hehehe~ v/ash is such a lil babygirl, he's adorable~ thank you for the ask!~ happy to provide~

bingo card under cut!~

bbygrl <3 i don't actually see him as being that allergic, just some mild dust allergies, but I completely see him as being incredibly sensitive, and just kinda generally sneezy?~ even though it's not usually allergies or sickness, he just kinda has a couple sneezes/fits every day or two~

I also totally see him being a sweetheart when he's sick, very caring and cautious, cares a lot about not getting others sick, not someone who whines a lot about it, but also not completely "don't be near me leave me alone" vibes, just more "oh, I'm alright <3 besides, can't have you getting sick too~" type of person

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would you *bless* us with shoto todoroki for bingo? 🔥

ahehe, I see what you did thereeee~ I'd love to! (this is Pro-Hero s/hoto though of course~ which most people would assume, but I'll clarify just for comfort <3)

Bingo dropped under the cut~

Shoto kinda strikes me as someone who has allergies forever, but develops more later in life, (ie: allergic to cats forever, but when he's 25 the dogs that never used to make him itchy now do, spring always was a bit rough but now fall is also kinda itchy, etc) but is pretty chill about them, not too worried about it, apologizes for interruptions, but takes medication and is generally unbothered (which... is sometimes a problem, as he adores animals and will NOT remove himself from their presence, even tho he cannot. stop sneezing.)

I think the same would apply to colds, doesn't deny it to all hell and back, but doesn't whine either, when he was younger I'd reckon he was more shy/figuring they made him weak (thanks dear old dad) but as this is Pro-Hero Shoto, I think by now he's learned it's just part of being human, and handles it well~

(though it's some of the most emotion you'll see from him when he's had a stuck sneeze for. ages now. and it finally comes out, pure relief~)

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WAIT WAIT I wanna know ur Kepler and Jacobi thoughts (no pressure bc i already sent an ask) - Lex

i'm gonna be so honest with you- i do not remember J/acobi enough to form hcs AHDSOJLKF- I stopped a little bit after meeting them and i just- haven't known him enough to really care/form thoughts sdhsjhfsj- (i promise i WILL get back into it and finish it at some point, but now i have tbs and i love it so deeply so w-numbers is gonna have to wait till after 😭)

But! from what i remember (😭😭) about K/epler, here is some bingo under the cut!~ (I do not remember/know a TON so don't consider these super set in stone!!!)

[also apologies for the bingo spam ahdskjdks- I promise after I've answered these I'll stop spamming the feed~]

Not a lot of explanation/details for this as most of these are 'gut feeling' hcs after knowing him for only a lil time, but he just doesn't strike me as a 'gets sick a lot' person, more a kinda always a bit sniffly/stuffy, but not actually sick person??

And then dog allergies is the vibe I get from him, though- where he is that's....... not as much of a concern....... though I do think he takes meds to handle a dust allergy (as his is manageable, as opposed to Eiffels which. meds do not help anywhere NEAR enough.)

I also don't get the vibe of a stifler, more someone who just lets it out, not super loud or violent, or dramatic, just pauses, sneezes, excuses themself, and continues~ Puts his whole body into it, though not as much by choice, more like he turns away to be polite, and ends up bending a bit over just through the power (not SUPER loud or anything, just a fairly involved sneeze~)

(though again, all of these COULD change once i know him better!!! this is just knee-jerk reactions~)

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Eiffel OR a certain Not Vampire Boss for the bingo - Lex (or am I)

or are you...........? 👀👀👀 well this is unfair and cruel bc now i have to CHOOSE from them???? i love them both 😭😭 But!!! I am going to go with M/al A/ria (lawyer from a podcast called s/uper s/uits that i'm absolutely in love with) because i don't think anyone else would ask for/do his, as he's not exactly that famous here??~ and I am in love. with him.

As always, bingo sheets under the cut!~ (and lil rambly thing at the end~)

Again a few 'contradictions', I think he both has sneezes that 'come on with no warning', and long build ups, it depends on what is triggering them?? like, just a random fit, or dust/cat allergies, colds, etc, will take longer, but with lights/photic he's doubled over before he can even get a full breath in

Tries to deal with it alone and hiding it and such all apply to the office, but not to his husband <3 he's the only one who actually gets to see the softer/sicker side of Mal, and Mal will often cuddle up and enjoy care from him~ But in the office? Unheard of. He's a professional, and he's here to work!

Also I don't think I mentioned this to you Lex/I don't think we screeched about it, but he absolutely gives me the most intense Cat Allergies But Cat Lover Who Owns Like Six energy 😭😭😭 and ofc we decided as the Totally Not A Vampire he is, he's desperately photic, and was even before the 'vampire situation/allegations' (hard to get if you don't listen to the podcast 😭) which is also why I put 'incapacitated half the year' and 'allergic to life', as while they aren't seasonal allergies, he cannot go out during the day bc of how bad it gets (our hc but uh it's canon now <3 to me <3)

Thank you for the askkkkk!!!~ (and i'm also about to go answer your other one too 👀👀 never feel bad for sending multiple!!! i love screeching with you both in dms and through asks!!~)

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gojo bingo 👀🤍❔️

absolutely!!!! 💗 ah, my husband <3 he will always be one of the characters that gets me the most feral/insane <3 love this man in ways words cannot describe~

thank you for the ask/request!!~ Bingo sheets below the cut~ (with lil explanation/rambly section at the bottom~)

A couple of these SEEM like contradictions ('doesn't want to be alone' / 'tries to deal with it alone' + 'loves being cared for' / 'stubborn') but I honestly think they all fit him, it just depends what the situation is~ he's the strongest, so he's resistant to take meds and thinks he should be able to deal alone, but he's also Satoru so he wants cuddles and care and whines like a baby, etcetc~

Also peak 'allergic to everything' core, with his powers and just who he IS i cannot and i mean CANNOT picture him having anything but the most sensitive nose, and everything. making him sneeze. (included 'unusual allergy' bc i feel he's allergic to a lot of 'rich person things' that are less common~)

and.... is he canonically someone who doesn't care about covering? sort of. but i personally do not love! that trait! so in my hcs that is not part of it <3 he might let them out loosely to freak people out specifically, but he does actually care, and feels bad if he ever gets anyone else sick <3

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May we see akutagawa's bingo 😙 please? But only if you want ofc!!!

Absolutely!~ He's not one of my main lil guys, but I do have love for him~ (little less clear in my head on these ones, so this is vaaguely what I think I'd put him as~)

Thanks for the ask!~ Bingo squares popped under the cut~ (with lil summary/explanation at the end~)

All in all, I think he's quite allergic to nature, but not so much animals/perfumes/etc, (though him with a dust allergy fits in my mind~) and he's canonically quite sickly, his lungs are </3 bad </3 so I feel he'd get sick a lot more often, and be hit pretty damn hard by it~ and I did put 'hates sneezing', though I think it's less that he hates the feeling, and more that he hates the 'weakness' or attention that comes with it~

Again, thank you for the ask!~

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Introducing - sneeze bingo! Send someone an ask with a character and they’ll fill out the board.

Take one, pass it down!

Allergy edition:

Cold edition:

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U CAN TOTALLY SAY NO BUT,,,, can I request an E/iffel drabble 👉👈 -Totally not Lex

Oh gosh, it's just crazy that you're totally not Lex, because you see, I have this friend called Lex who introduced me to w/olf 359 in the first place, of whom I've screeched about E/iffel many times with, isn't that just crazy??~ (:] hehe, I'd be honoured to give E/iffel a lil shot~)

Here is about 950 words of E/iffel's allergic misery~ (spoilers for w/olf 359, not a lot but, well, proceed at your own discretion~ also contains swearing so be aware of that too <3) ~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You can’t be serious,” Minkowski says, entering the room to find Eiffel still sneezing. 

At the interruption he glances up, meeting her firm gaze. He only gets a second before he smoothers his face into his hands again. 

“ih’chew!- ish’ew!- ishh–ishh–ishh–ishhiew!- Oh god- hh’NNch–iew!” 

“I left you like this an entire hour ago,” Minkowski continues, ignoring constant hitching and curses coming from Eiffel. “That plant… monster… thing- we both saw it leave right before I did, how the hell are you still sneezing?” 

“I promise you,” Eiffel retorts, voice starting to fade a bit from all the sneezes, tiny as they may be. “I want to stop more than you want me to stop. hh’shhew!”

“At this point you’ve gotta be doing it for attention,” Minkowski cuts back. “That or your nose is as dramatic as you are.” 

“I think it’s-” Eiffel starts, before his eyes drift off, tongue beginning to peek between his lips. They both stay there for a moment, silent, before finally Eiffel spins to the side and- “hiHhshew! iiEEShhew! ieshh–ishh–ishhieww!- Holy fuck.” 

“I’m not blessing you.”

“Didn’t ask you to.” 

Mikowski rolls her eyes noticeably, shooting Eiffel a glare. “You were saying something?”

“hH’tshhew!- Uhh, yeah I probably was, wasn’t I… hm. hH– h’ntch–uh!” 

“Will you just spit it out already? Sitting here listening to you sneeze is not exactly on my list of priorities. I have a ship to maintain, you know.” 

Eiffel looks up, giving a deeply exasperated gesture to the state of his face. In all fairness, he does look pretty miserable. “I’m so sorry that my face exploding is inconveniencing you! Oh how could I be so selfish. You know a little sympathy, or even pity would be n-nuhh… nice– hH’ISHHew!- ih’YSHh–iew!” 

Minkowski does have the decency to offer an apologetic look. Alright, if it was her husband- or hell, almost anyone else in this situation, she’d be a lot more sympathetic. It’s just… Eiffel. He does his best to be as irritating as possible, so seeing him get hit with- almost a dose of his own medicine… damn near cathartic. Still, he does have a point, this particular instance isn’t exactly his fault.

“Fine, I’m sorry. This probably isn’t your favouri-” 

“Oh! Right,” Eiffel interrupts, rubbing his nose raw as it twitches against his palm. “I remembered what I was gonna say earlier.” 

Monkowski debates hitting him, but with a deep breath, decides against it. It’s better to just let him get it out now, god forbid it’s actually important. “Yes?” 

“I think it’s back in the vents again. The uh, the plant monster thing. I heard a few noises, and well, I’ve b-been… sn- snee… sneezingmoreagain– iSHhiew!- ishh-tshhh-tshhh’uh!- tzshh’uh! Fuhhck– hHNNT’choo!-” 

“And you just- didn’t mention this?!” Minkowski snaps, eyes darting up to the vents. “I’ve been hunting this thing around the whole damn ship!” 

“I was- a little… b-busy… hiiehh– hhih- hH’SHhiew!- yyshhiew!- itshh’tshh’tshhh’tshh’tshhh–chew!- Oh mby fugck.” 

A few deep breaths later, Minkowski calms herself enough to not throw something at him. The fact there are literal tears running down his face does help. Much as Eiffel is a sarcastic, annoying, irritating asshole, this is getting to be a bit too much. 

“Hey,” She starts, softer than before. “Why don’t you get Hera to direct you to some medication, and wash your face with some cold water.” 

Eiffel nods, sniffling pathetically against the back of his hand. Minkowski tries not to visibly wince at the display. 

“Ndot a bad idehhh… hH’ISHh’uh!- tshhh’ew!-” 

“Bless.”

Eiffel stops, that familiar shit-eating grin starting to spread against his features. “Minkowski, did you just bless me?” 

Suppressing the urge, again, to hit him, Minkowski instead replies tightly, “A moment of weakness, Eiffel. Don’t make me regret it.”

“Awhhh,” Eiffel coos, sniffling in a way that sends unpleasant chills down Minkowski’s spine. “I knew you cared!

“I will personally cover your pillow in dust before you sleep,” comes the reply, Eiffel visibly wincing.

“Oh god- ih’nNDt–iew! hh’ndGt–shiew! don’t even joke about that, I’m already itchyy-” 

“I think that’s more from the pollen than the idea of dust.”

Eiffel groans, bobbing into his chest while pinching off another set of stifles. “Guhh, it’s both. hh’nNchew!” 

“You really are allergic to everything, aren’t you,” Minkowski says, her tone accidentally slipping into something almost sympathetic. She’s quick to correct that before speaking again, “how did you survive before if you’re this damn allergic in a space ship??” 

“It’s not my fault there’s a goddamn plant monster in outer space!” Eiffel replies, gesturing wildly to the vents. “Ya know, I kinda thought going this far away from earth would mean less pollehh- eh’CHew!- iShhew!- guhh. Would mean less pollen, not being hunted by it.” 

Minkowski rolls her eyes again, pinching the bridge of her nose. At this rate she’s gonna eyeroll herself into another headache. Just the effect Eiffel has on people. “You’re not being ‘hunted by pollen’, there just-” She pauses, not unaware of how ridiculous the next part sounds. “There just happens to be a plant hybrid living in our vents.” 

“You do hear yourself, right?” 

She doesn’t justify that with a response. In any other circumstance this might have turned into a bit of a competition, who can hold out longer, who will break first, admit how ridiculous this is, but- 

“eIShhew!-” 

Eiffel’s nose breaks the tie. 

“Go wash your face, Eiffel. And this time if you hear something moving around in the vents, tell me right away, yeah?” 

There’s a nod, Eiffel too caught up in a false start to speak. He instead waves a hand, finally releasing the “ishhh’iew!-” as he steps out of the door, a muttered curse following close after. 

Though she’ll never admit it, seeing Eiffel so downright miserable… well, it does give her a bit more incentive to catch this goddamn plant.

No one fucks with her crew.