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yukiumisakura25 · 4 months ago

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Good Morning

I should be finishing part three of Desperate Cover-Up, but this scene wouldn't leave my head. Takes place on Perry's second Underdark expedition, on which Serafina joins him. They've recently commenced a relationship, and with their newfound intimacy, Serafina has discovered another of Perry's delightful quirks.

Serafina had never considered herself a morning person. Prior to joining Perry on the new expedition, she preferred to wake late, lounging comfortably in silk sheets until Mayna brought her coffee. The campsite in the Underdark was decidedly lacking in such comforts as silk sheets and heavy comforters, but lately, Serafina’s tent did have one thing that made mornings utterly delightful.

Perry slumbered in Serafina’s arms, his golden hair untied and splayed across the pillow. His arm draped loosely across her waist, and in his sleep he had tucked his head beneath her chin, nose pressed against her neck. Judging by the increasingly insistent nuzzling, he would not remain slumbering for long.

Serafina carefully eased herself back, and Perry mumbled something unintelligible, seemingly displeased at the loss of her warmth. As wonderful as it was embracing him, Serafina wanted to be able to see his face as wakefulness claimed him. Perry was utterly incapable of waking up without a sneezing fit, and watching him sleepily succumb to them was the highlight of Serafina’s mornings.

Without his lover’s neck to rub against, Perry wrinkled his nose with a damp snuffle, followed by a congested snore. Serafina smiled, reaching out and ever so gently resting a fingertip on the rounded point of his nose. It twitched delightfully at the touch.

“And what’s got you upset this morning, hm? The spores, as usual? A little dust in there, perhaps?”

Perry gave another snuffly snore, frowning slightly in his sleep. His hand slipped from Serafina’s waist, feeling blindly for the blanket she had dislodged. Serafina replaced it, careful not to wake him, and felt a surge of affection as he gave a sleepy, sniffly sigh of satisfaction.

“Perhaps the chill’s giving you the sniffles this morning?”

Another sleepy mumble. Perry’s nose twitched again, his nostrils flaring. They were starting to look rather damp. Serafina reached for the sleeve of Perry’s nightshirt, finding the handkerchief he always kept there and delicately removing it. She dabbed at the moisture gathering beneath those pink nostrils, and they flared again at the touch.

“Not another cold brewing in there, I hope. Poor thing, the last one kept you in bed for days.”

Perry’s brow furrowed slightly, and he moved his head slightly, pressing his nose to the soft cloth, unconsciously seeking relief from the tickle plaguing him. Removing the handkerchief, Serafina offered the back of her hand instead, and felt warmth beginning to build in her belly as he nuzzled against it. A sleepy grumble suggested it wasn’t quite reaching the itch he needed to scratch. Only a good sneeze would do that, but Serafina could delay that for a little while.

“Here, let me take care of that for you.”

She pressed the handkerchief to his nostrils once more, feeling them quiver at the touch. She rubbed in gentle circles until the twitching slowed, feeling the handkerchief beginning to grow damp. Folding it over Perry’s troubled nose, she pinched and stroked carefully down, expelling some more liquid, and wiped it carefully away.

Perry snorted wetly as she finished, and for a moment Serafina was sure she had pushed too far and woken him. But, ever the deep sleeper, Perry gave another congested snuffle and turned his head slightly, as if seeking something else on which he could rub his itching nose.

The movement dislodged a lock of hair. It fell across his face, coming to rest just beneath his nose. Serafina smiled, watching it sway with each breath. For a moment she considered moving it, but decided to allow nature to take its course. The warmth building up inside her was growing, and she hoped that upon waking Perry might satisfy it.

The hair moved with each breath, swaying closer and closer, until a strand finally curled into one pink nostril. It flared at the intrusion, and Perry gave a great, irritated snort. His breathing, formerly slow and peaceful, began to grow unsteady.

“Time to wake up, darling.”

“Hh… Hhmm… Hhheh…”

Serafina, beginning to squirm slightly, watched as his brow furrowed, his nostrils flared desperately, and his lips parted, revealing a glimpse of pink tongue. Serafina admired the look of pure vulnerability for a moment, before placing the handkerchief over his nose just in time to catch the first sneeze of the day.

“IHShhyiew! Shhiew! HehSHIEW!”

“And good morning to you too!”

The first three rushed out, barely a breath between them. Serafina felt the spray in the palm of her hand, even through the handkerchief. She gave Perry’s nose a quick rub, resting her hand on his back as he sat up and reached for the handkerchief.

“You aren’t finished yet. Let me take care of it.”

Perry was given no time to reply. Serafina could already feel urgent, unsteady breaths. She rubbed his back fondly as he lurched into the next outburst.

“Hihh… HISHYEWW! Eehh-SHIEW! Hh-SHIEW! Hihshhieew! Shhyew! HAHSHEWW!”

They were coming fast and urgent, as they always did immediately upon waking. Serafina let Perry take the handkerchief, blowing his nose in an attempt to purge the tickle. While he tried to catch his breath for the next round, Serafina fondly tucked a lock of hair behind his ear.

“Easy, now. Don’t blow so hard. Let them happen.”

Perry had no say in the matter. Another few unsteady breaths while he rubbed at his nose, and his eyes closed for the next onslaught.

“Hehhh… Ihhhehhh… IhhYESHIEW! Snff. SNF! Ehh-SHIEW! SNF! Ugh. I’m sorry, I… Ihhh…”

They would come slower now that the initial flurry was over. Serafina kept her hand on Perry’s back, feeling each shudder as he struggled against the tickle. Smiling, she leaned in, pulling him into a kiss.

Perry let out a soft noise of protest, plainly not done sneezing. Serafina deepened the kiss, feeling his twitching nose against her cheek. Perry’s hands, one still gripping his handkerchief, came to rest on her waist, and he leaned into the kiss more. Serafina felt each snuffly breath against her cheek, and let out a slight moan.

She was still unsure if she had convinced Perry that his sneezing was attractive to her. Their relationship was new, and after a life of being judged for it, she suspected he thought she must be trying to console him. Although, if he was still unconvinced after the noise she had made the other night, when he had sneezed while on his knees, attending to her...

“Ihh… Hehh… I h-hhh-ave to…”

“I know.”

Perry abruptly broke away from the kiss, barely getting his handkerchief to his nose in time.

“HSHIEW! Iiih… Iehhh… Hm… Hehhh… HIESHYIEW! Snf! Apologies for the interruption.”

“How many times? No apologies. You’re not quite finished, are you?”

“I… Heh… No, I don’t believe I am. Hehh… Ehhyiehhh… Hh… HASHYIEW!”

He blew his nose again, the sound wetter now. Judging by how vigorously he rubbed it, it was still bothering him. Serafina brushed his hair back again, smiling fondly.

“Still one in there?”

“I think… Hhhm… HEH! Hehh… I think so…”

“Let me help with that.”

Serafina took his wrists and gently pushed his hands down, revealing a quivering, scrunching nose that had turned a delightful deep pink. She gave herself a moment to appreciate it, watching each desperate flare of the nostrils, before leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss to the very tip.

“IHSHIEW!”

With his hands restrained, and Serafina so close, Perry had no way of avoiding her. She felt the mist on her neck and chest, and gasped.

Perry seemed to have been granted a reprieve at last. Cheeks flushing as pink as his nose, he tried to wipe away any residue from Serafina with his sleeve.

“I’m terribly…”

“Peregrine.”

“It just came on so fast. I really am…”

Serafina silenced him with another kiss.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for. How did you sleep? You sound a little congested.”

Perry gave an experimental sniff, and blew his nose again, replying through his handkerchief.

“I suppose I am. Those spores I was working on last night had rather a potent effect. My nose still tickles just thinking about them.”

“Let’s hope that’s all it is. As delightful as it is keeping you in bed, I’d rather it not be because you’re ill. Still, perhaps we ought to try and clear some of that stuffiness before we start the day.”

Perry nodded, wiping his nose and grimacing slightly at the state of his handkerchief.

“You’re probably right. I don’t think I’ve quite managed to shift it all. Could you pass me another handkerchief? I’m afraid this one’s rather spent.”

Serafina found another and pressed it into Perry’s hand, but as he raised it to blow his nose, she pushed his hands down once more. He gave her a quizzical look, and she leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek, whispering as she did so.

“I was thinking of a rather more active method.”

“Oh… Oh!”

It was, Serafina mused, rather a delightful way to start the day.

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yukiumisakura25 · 4 months ago

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Scatter’s Stuff!

Hi, all! 👋 I’m Scatter, this is my sneeze kink blog, and aside from the wav I did that one time, I dabble mainly in writing 😄

Some additional info:

If you follow me, please include your age in your profile so I know you’re an adult. Otherwise I'll block you to be safe ❌

I love asks! Feel free to reach out with questions or thoughts ☺️

I like friendly messages too, if you are so inclined!

Below are the fics I’ve written. I'll add more to this list as they come! The numbers denote how many parts/posts there are. Thanks! ✨

Original Fiction - [Omicron Verse]

Best Laid Plans - NSFW Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Epilogue A secret agent is going undercover for a few days, and his target has a sneeze fetish. The agency’s best engineer has constructed something to give him an edge.

BNHA Fics

Sinus Deep (1/1) - Katsuki isn't well. Izuku takes matters into his own hands.

Spotlight (1/1) - Izuku is a panelist for a merch-signing event at a fan convention. Too bad he came down with an incredibly irritating headcold the day before.

Last One Standing (2/2) - There’s a cold going around the hero agency offices this summer. Bakugou believes his immune system is superior.

Still Standing (1/1) - (prelude to Last One Standing) There’s a cold going around the hero agency offices this summer. When Izuku catches it, Katsuki has a hard time convincing him to go home.

Shinsou Says (1/1) - While on a mission, Denki gets himself into a tricky situation. It’s up to Hitoshi to get them out.

Hair Down Kinda Day (1/1) - Every time seasons change, Shouta catches a cold. Every time, Hizashi helps him through it.

Formal Affair (1/1) - When pro-hero Midoriya is awarded a national accolade, Todoroki wouldn’t miss the ceremony for anything – especially not for a little cold.

I Do(n’t have a cold) (1/1) - Denki and Hitoshi attend a wedding. Hitoshi isn’t exactly feeling up to it, but Denki doesn’t need to know that.

Visiting Hours (1/1) - After a routine operation, Katsuki is high off his ass on pain meds and hellbent on making sure Izuku knows how much he loves him. Izuku suffers.

Breaking News (1/1) - While trapped in an unpleasant press conference during Hizashi’s allergy season, Shouta permits the man to do them both a favor.

Our Flag Means Death Fics

Lazy Afternoons (1/1) - Ed naps in Stede’s arms while getting over a cold, and he wakes to the relief he’s been craving.

Stress Test (3/3) - Izzy Hands is a fearsome man, but like anyone, he has quirks he cannot help but indulge.

Strung Out (3/3) - NSFW - (sequel to Stress Test) Stede and Ed discover that Izzy’s tendency to sneeze under duress can apply to stress of a much more pleasurable sort.

Other Fandom Fics

Second Opinion (1/1) - [The Witcher] Geralt just wants rid of this bard. Or at least he thought he did.

Dusty Turnabout (1/1) - [Ace Attorney] Edgeworth had no idea Gumshoe was so allergic. Neither did Gumshoe, for that matter.

Catch a Tiger by the Nose (1/1) - [Tiger & Bunny] It’s allergy season, and Barnaby believes Kotetsu’s sneezes are most certainly exaggerated.

Paid Time Off (3/3) - [Hazbin Hotel] After Hell’s stand against the angels, Alastor isn’t feeling so well. He could do without an audience, especially with one certain pint-sized King of Hell.

How'd You Do That? (1/1) - [Venom] Eddie sneezes for the first time since Venom arrived. Venom is curious about it.

Thanks so much for reading!! 🩷

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yukiumisakura25 · 5 months ago

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Introducing a Ta/ka/h/ir/o Sa/k/ur/ai voiced snz compilation!! Ft. ADORABLE harsh snz's, sniffles, hitching, and talking through congestion. And a silly, fitting ending part from C/el/ls A/t W/or/k.

Sa/k/ur/ai is the se/i/yu/u of my beloved G/i/yu To/m/io/ka, and HIS VOICE IS SO FRICKIN HOT!!

I could talk forever about the vocalization in his voiced snz's, his suuuuper amazing sniffles, and the WAY HE REACTS AFTER THE SNZ'S IN THE DRAMA CD AAAAA!! Why is everything this man does SO FRICKIN HOT AND WHY DOES HIS SNZ'S AND SNIFFLES AND HITCHING AND EVERYTHING JUST HIT LIKE ALL MY WEAKNESSES?? AND HE ACTUALLY SOUNDS LIKE HE COULD'VE BEEN SICK WHEN RECORDING IN THE ONE FOR C/EL/LS AT WORK WAAAAAAASJSISOKDJIWIEO The guy at the start is so me thanking him for snz'ing, I swear there was no other context, trust. He's so frickin hot at everything he does, I swear 🥵😭

(Ahem, calm down Al/an. Settle with the keyboard smashing...)

I hope you all love this as much as I do. (He's so HOT!! Time for me to stop typing and rewatch it another fifty billion times—)

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yukiumisakura25 · 5 months ago

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CW: SLOW BURN, B/akugou being tied up/restrained, slight BDSM vibes, feather use, a LOT of sneezing (like…a LOT) long, drawn out holdbacks/build ups, some NSFW sounds if you squint, mess/hints at a lot of mess, feather allergy, my OC Tsumeko being a real bitch to blasty boi, established Pro Hero AU, hands free stifles, forced stifles, B/akugou being loud and having an absolute potty mouth, growly noises (cause yknow angry B/akubrat), forced false starts (if thats a thing), B/akugou being winded/out of breath on a few occassions, cameo from T/odoroki and D/eku at the end, shirt being used as a tissue/noseblowing into shirt.

CHARACTERS DEPICTED ARE IN PRO HERO AU AND ARE 25+!

K/atsuki wakes up tied to a support beam in a structurally unsound building seemingly underground. When he realizes his captor is a well known thief he’s been chasing for weeks, he’s completely seeing red. Will he be able to tough it out against her strange test of endurance or crack under the pressure with a weakness he didn’t even know he had?

Holy fuck guys…this shit is the length of a full on anime episode and idk whether to be proud of myself or ashamed like…idk what to think. All I know is that a LOT of anons wanted this wav and well…here it is lol. It took like 3 - 4 weeks of repeat sessions of JUST sneezing and also holdback training if you will. Most of them were seperate but 90% of the holdbacks in this are 100% real so enjoy my genuine battle against fresh vials of Chinknii xux;

I’m also sort of on the fence with this one, cause it’s been a hot minute since I’ve done a B/akugou wav and I pretty much forgot how to sneeze like him, and I rerecorded certain sneezes but without much improvement so sorry about that u.u Hopefully they get better as I do a few more wavs with him coming up.

SO! Um…hopefully this does some numbers cause I have to be up early and I stayed up to finish this and um…yeah! Im gonna go pass out now-

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yukiumisakura25 · 7 months ago

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When pro heroes D/ynamight and D/eku find themselves in a tight spot, they'll need to muster up their self control in order to prevail and save the day. Unfortunately, D/ynamight has a slight dust allergy...and it's making D/eku a bit weak in the knees.

CW: Sneezing, angry B/akugou, snzfucker! I/zuku, B/akudeku if you squint violently, enclosed space, sneezing while hiding scenario, fic turned wav, holdbacks, sniffling, stifles, wet sounding stifles, hitching breaths and build ups, AN EXPLOSION PLS BE PREPARED! whispered voices, B/akugou sneezing on D/eku consensually, B/akugou hates reporters, potential sequel in store?

It's FINALLY HERE, I think this method of getting wavs done will do me some good, helps me FINALLY finish projects and gives my greedy broke bitch ass motivation to make them as great as I can! That being said, I hope this lives up to expectations! Nonny if you see this (the lovely who commissioned its completion) please lemme know what you think! This is my first wav in MONTHS and I hope this is a proper come back for me and not just a total flop.

apologies for the like...4 month hiatus, and next up is a wav with listener trapped in an elevator with sick, angry, sneezy D/ynamight, hope you're ready ;3

LOVE YALL!!

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yukiumisakura25 · 7 months ago

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Funny Til it’s Not

A Kanai and Alistar SicFic

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Snz Fic, Sick Fic, Failed Caretaking, smut,

snzfcking

Description: For once, Al is sick, and it’s anything but desirable. Kanai is left alone to foot the bill of taking care of him. Can he help soothe the ailing Anti-Christ?

Authors Notes: As promised 🫡 this fic was brought to you by @aller-geez depraved requests. She did the art and owns Kanai! Enjoy a fic that didn’t take me 2 months to complete! LOL

Draeko gathered his keys, and everything else he needed on his way out, scrambling quickly. “Okay, Kanai, just remember the list is on the counter of things I need done today…and I’ll be out for most of the day…” he looked around with curious mint and grey colored eyes. “Wait..Al isnt awake yet?” The navy haired man shrugged looking at Draeko with an almost tired, resolve. “Well, make sure you wake him up to help you with the chores, this place is a mess and it would really mean a lot if it was taken care of before I got back,” The hybrid tried to be sweet about his words, not wanting to come off too critical or harsh. However, the two men in particular weren’t the cleanliest of roommates.

Its not really on the demon to do list ‘Scrub bathroom floors’ and ‘Dust all the shelves’ sure they GENERALLY kept their things organized. Important things. It was exceptionally irritating to Draeko how clean Kanai always kept his room but doesn’t compute taking out the trash in the kitchen. “I understand, these things will be completed to your standard, Luciftias,” the mutt smiled sweetly upward at the hound, lifting on his toes to kiss him on the cheek. Kanai nodded gently as a response to the affections.

“See you later!” and out the door he went. Leaving the navy haired man to himself and, apparently, a lazy house mate. Kanai took a deep breath in and exhaled, it wasn’t like Al to still be in bed so he wasn’t sure what the demon had gotten into over the night. Slowly he approached the red head’s bedroom door and knocked with a cautious but confident hand. “Donnie?” he asked gently, without a response in return. He narrowed his thin brows and tried once more. “Donnie?” He spoke a bit louder this time, but nothing became of it. “Hm..” he contemplated out loud to himself, before simply pushing the door open and taking a step inside. “Alistar,” he said more sternly now, glaring at the sleeping blob wrapped under a fort of blankets.

“Hnnn…” A tortured groan escaped from under the material. “g-Go …aw…ay…AHH’EEHGGSHH’IUE!” with the sudden outburst that took them both by surprise, it started to become insanely clear to Kanai now. Alistar was sick. Kanai stood frozen in the doorway, uncertainty creeping into his mind like tendrils of mist. Alistar's thrashing figure beneath the blankets seemed foreign, a stark contrast to the usual boisterous demon he knew. He took a hesitant step forward, his heart pounding with a mixture of concern and helplessness.

"Are you okay?" Kanai finally mustered the courage to speak, his voice soft and filled with worry if it wasn’t so monotoned.

Alistar's response was immediate, cutting through the air like a jagged blade. "Obviously not! I feel like diarrhea dog shit, eaten by another dog, shat out again, and then angrily hosed down by the mean old man that owns the house," his words were laced with frustration, punctuated by a fit of coughing that racked his frame, his voice hoarse and strained.

The navy-haired man recoiled slightly at Alistar's outburst, unsure of how to proceed. He watched as the demon curled into himself, his breaths ragged and shallow. Kanai's concern deepened at the sight of Alistar in such a vulnerable state, he would have to think back to the ways Draeko had cared for them. “Okay, Donnie can you come out from underneath the sleeping materials? I have to put my hand on your face,” He wasn’t exactly sure why, or what purpose this served when Draeko did it, but it was normally the first step in the process.

The grumbling, sick infested demon emerged from the depths of his comfy bed nest and squinted his blackened eyes when met with the sun light peering through his curtains. “Fuckin…..Uncle Christ..” he tried to shield it with his arm but the glare hit him in a place that he wasnt aware needed to be scratched. Right before he could block himself of the light, he sneezed loudly and openly into the space in front of him. “hHEH’TZSCHh’UE!” Kanai took a step back, narrowly avoiding the spray of demon spittle as Alistar sneezed. Suppressing a shudder, he hesitantly approached the sick demon, his hand hovering uncertainly over Alistar's forehead. The demon's greyish hued skin was clammy to the touch, his temperature clearly elevated. Kanai's worry intensified at the realization of why the touch was so important.

"Your skin is extremely hot," Kanai murmured, more to himself than to Alistar. He knew he had to take care of the Anti-Christ, just as Draeko would have done in his absence. Yet, he had so much to do already, and he didn’t really know how to be a comfort to the red head. He thought to himself for a second and then spoke out with an idea "Let me get you some water and medicine," Yeah thats usually what comes next in the repertoire, with that, Kanai hurried out of the room, leaving Alistar to wallow in his own misery. For once, he was not excited to be sick whatsoever, it was really coming down on him, the weight of his body felt like he was being sucked into quick sand despite having a rather firm mattress. His head throbbed with each heartbeat, his body aching with fevered chills. He let out a weak cough, the sound hollow and raspy in the empty room. The demon closed his eyes, trying to focus on breathing through the discomfort, but every inhale felt like fire in his chest.

As he lay there, time seemed to stretch endlessly, the silence broken only by his inconsistent, but intensive broken sinuses. “AHH’EEHGGSHH’IUE! hih’aESShh’ue!” he allowed his open mouth to spew another large cloud of varying spittle. Groaning inwardly after, sliding the back of his hand across his nose to be left with an almost iridescent trail behind his blackened dorsal aspect. “I wish I could enjoy this…SNDf” he snarfled loudly his blackened eyes staring blankly ahead while he sat and waited Kanai’s return. Who speaking of which, was having a semi-mild panic attack because he wasn’t sure WHAT medication to give his suffering friend.

“Headache? Flu? Allergies? What are all these? What do they do? What do I give him?” Kanai frantically scanned the assortment of medicine bottles in the bathroom cabinet, each label a confusing jumble of medical terms. He bit his lip in frustration, wishing he had paid more attention when Draeko had explained their purposes. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Kanai decided to scoop the entire stash and run it down the hall, back to his friend.

"I hope this helps," Kanai said slightly out of breath from the anxiety of it all, he dumped the contents of his arms onto the bed. Alistar blinked a few times, looking at the hoard of medications the hound had bestowed upon him.

“The fuck ones do I take? SndF..” the red head sniffled lightly trying to figure out what the words on the containers even meant. Picking up each one individually to get a better look.

“That part of the ritual is unclear, Donnie, I thought maybe you would know…” he reached back to scratch the nape of his neck nervously. Alistar let out an exasperated sigh, his hand rubbing his temples in a feeble attempt to alleviate the pounding headache that pulsed behind his eyes. The letters on the medication bottles seemed to blur together, mocking him with their indecipherable labels. With a frustrated huff, he tossed the bottles aside, resigned to his fate of suffering through the illness without the aid of modern medicine. “Fuck ALL this…I’ll just go back to sleep…” he grumbled angrily.

Kanai watched as Alistar's shoulders slumped in defeat, well that just wouldn’t do. What else? What else could he provide…he thought carefully looking around the demon’s messy room, he spotted a coffee mug sitting carelessly upon his night stand. Oh yeah! “Should I bring you some of Draeko’s leaf water? And perhaps a wet towel?” tilting his head as he looked over the other who had allowed his head to fall in his clammy hands.

“Sure…Nai…we can try that…SSDndFf…UGhhh…” he groaned again, it truly felt like he was on the verge of visiting dear ol’ dad again. The navy haired hound nodded with determination written clear across his face, he zipped his way into the kitchen rather quickly, trying to gather up the very supplies he had promised. He was struggling to remember exactly how the hybrid made the leaf beverage though. It was usually hot…”So then maybe…” with the only knowledge he had of obtaining hot water he turned on the kitchen sink, and waited a good few minutes whilst fishing around for the substance that made the base of the hot beverage. Unsure of what exactly he was looking for he saw a little dish of colorful flowers, leaves and various herb like substances. It was incredibly fragrant, was this it?

Kanai picked up the small containment and gave it a good sniff. It was incredibly floral, it didn’t exactly smell like the stuff Draeko normally made but he wasn’t able to find anything even remotely similar besides the basic cooking spices. Shrugging his shoulders, the hound filled up a mug with the hot sink water, and dumped the bits of mixed herb in, mixing it around til the water itself turned a fuchsia color. “That’ll do it,” nodding confidently, and without thinking to maybe fish the little chunky bits out of the mug, he instead brought the whole thing, as is, to the rotting demon in his bed.

Alistar grumbled and tossed, sniffling and snorting snot down his throat as he tried his best to clear his terrible congestion. He shuddered. “I have brought you the hot liquid,” Nai stands at the edge of Alistar’s large bed and the red head slowly emerges from the blanket he had been stuffed inside. The anti-christ takes the mug in both his hands and goes to sniff the substance, but is immediately blocked out by his insanely full sinuses. He shrugs loosely.

“Bottoms up,” though apprehensive upon seeing the floating debris he regrettably trusts in his best friend and begins to slurp the hot beverage…before promptly spitting it out. “UNHOLY FUCK…” he shouts as the sting of potpurri burns down his throat, shards of wood and dried petals lodging themselves between his teeth. “What the actual fuck did you put in this??” Kanai steps back sheepishly and scratches his head with confusion.

“I do not understand, is it not good?” He tilts his head almost innocently enough it convinced Alistar, he truly had no idea what he had given him.

“It’s fucking horrendous…” Kanai winced at Alistar's reaction, feeling a pang of guilt for not being able to provide the comfort he had hoped for. He watched as Alistar continued to cough and sputter, his black eyes watering from the overwhelming taste of the concoction. With a sigh, Kanai reached for the mug, intending to take it away and make amends for his mistake.

"I apologize, I suppose my find was insufficient," Kanai muttered apologetically as he grabbed the mug. Alistar wiped his mouth with the back of his blackened hand, grimacing in discomfort.

"Insufficient is one word…absolutely fuckin’ terrible is another…SDnfF…H-hih’…" Alistar rasped out between coughs, his voice hoarse from the ordeal, the light hitch of another oncoming sneeze haunted him as he tried to unearth it by looking over at the light peaking from the blinds. It was better to release than explode trying to hold them in.

Nodding with understanding, Kanai disposed of the failed remedy and fetched a glass of plain water instead. He handed it to Alistar who took it slowly in his hand, still staring steadily toward the light, his mouth hung open just barely agape as he tried to coax the phenomenon to the front. “H-H…” his breaths came out in short gasps, as if it was just below the surface ready to break free, he inhaled sharply, his eyes squeezed til they were almost closed and he, “HEHH’DZSCHh’iEEW! huh’ESSSH!” barreling forward as it splashed from his mouth and into the open air around him, Kanai trying to avoid getting hit with a plume of saliva by taking a few steps back. “SNNNNDDFF… Gahhhh…Id’s neber been dis bad bebore…sdarding do regred a lod of dedigions…” the demon struggled through his words as they became mush in the presence of his worsening illness.

Kanai watched with concern as Alistar suffered through another violent sneeze, feeling utterly helpless in the face of his friend's deteriorating condition. He could see the frustration and discomfort written all over the demon's face, a stark contrast to his usual confident and sarcastic demeanor. As Alistar sniffled and rubbed at his raw nose, Kanai knew he had to do something more to help.

With determination in his eyes, walked up to his partner in crime and scooped him in his arms bridal style, out of the bed without much protest from the other. “SndFf…Where we going?” he asked curiously, but without much energy to even fight the other’s current process, wrapping his arms around the other’s neck.

“Hot soak…” nodding his head as he carried the ailing man to the bathroom and gently set him down on the closed toilet seat. “Undress,” he ordered gently, and while Alistar obliged, at the pace of a snail, Kanai began the one ritual he WAS sure of. More times than not he ran baths for the little mutt whether because he was sick physically or mentally, the hound knew that there was a stash of helpful remedies on deck. These ones, he knew did what. Taking out the bag of epsom salt as the water began to heat up, Kanai also looked around for a wash cloth, finding a clean one in the drawer. “Okay now…” the hound spoke out loud mostly to himself. Al sat on the toilet, naked now, staring blankly ahead with wet, swollen black eyes, he blinked them one at a time.

Kanai plugged the tub and began to concoct a comforting, and hopefully, sinus clearing, hot bath.

The steam began to fill the spacious bathroom as Kanai expertly poured the Epsom salt into the warm water, a soothing lavender scent wafting through the air as it slowly dissolved. Alistar watched with tired eyes, his body trembling slightly from the chill that seemed to constantly plague him now. The hound eventually finished his preparations, and then turned to face the demon, his expression soft yet still determined.

"Alright, time to get in," Kanai said gently, offering a hand to help Alistar into the tub. The demon hesitated for a moment before accepting the assistance and lowering himself into the fragrant water. Alistar let out a long sigh of relief as the warmth enveloped his aching body, easing some of the tension that had settled in his muscles.

Kanai sat by the edge of the tub, watching over Alistar with a mixture of apprehension and care. The red head sat for a moment in silence with his eyes closed and his head resting against the wall. “Hnnn…” he groaned lowly as he allowed the bath to sooth his aching muscles. “Nai?” he then suddenly asked slowly opening one blackened sclera.

“Yes, Donnie?” the navy haired male looked over at his friend curiously.

“Will you get in with me?” now opening both his eyes to look fully at the other, a slight visage of vulnerability could be seen behind them. The hound mulled over the idea for a moment before coming to a stand and slowly stripping his clothes off his body.

“Make room,” he answered at last, and while the red head obliged, there wasn’t a whole lot of space. Kanai sat behind Alistar, and the red head snuggled up between the hound’s legs, Nai wrapped his thin around the other’s torso while they settled comfortably into one another. Alistar let out a gentle sigh of relief, feeling comforted by the other’s body heat pressed into his back.

As the two demons soaked in the warm water, the tension began to melt away from Alistar's body. The lavender-scented steam provided a soothing relief to his aches and pains, and he felt a sense of calm wash over him for the first time in 24 hours. Kanai's presence behind him, his arms wrapped protectively around Alistar, offered a comfort that words could not express for either of them.

The red head leaned back against Kanai, closing his eyes and letting himself relax fully. The warmth of the water seeped into his bones, easing the constant chill that had plagued him. With each passing moment, he felt a little bit of his strength return, bolstered by the care and concern of his friend.

Kanai held Alistar close, feeling the tension slowly leaving the red head's body as they both soaked in the healing waters. He could feel the weight of Al leaning against him getting less and less restrained as the black eyed demon slowly let himself trust. Lazily, the hound reached for the wash cloth and began to gently run it up and down the demon’s chest, up to his neck and around his shoulders, the Anti-christ let out a softened moan. Neither of them were used to this sort of intimacy, maybe Nai with Draeko, but they werent typically this soft with one another. However, they both relaxed, and enjoyed this moment of vulnerability. The peaceful atmosphere enveloping them, the sound of water lapping gently against the sides of the tub mingling with their quiet breathing. Alistar felt the tension in his muscles slowly unwind under Kanai's gentle ministrations, his body growing heavier with relaxation. The hound's touch was a balm to his weary soul, a reminder that despite where they come from, moments of respite and care could still be found.

While Kanai continued to wash away the grime and exhaustion that clung to Alistar's skin, the red-headed demon found himself falling back into bad behaviors, his body slowly rolling into each motion as the heat of the water gave him the illusion of feeling well and the touch of the other was beginning to excite him. “Nai…lower…” he whispered breathlessly. Kanai paused for a moment, his hand stilling on Alistar's skin as he considered the request. He could sense the shift in the atmosphere, the undercurrent of desire mingling with the comforting warmth of the bath. The hound knew that crossing this line could change the trajectory of the night, but as he laid back in contemplation, the hound could not deny who he was down at heart either. Depraved. Both of them.

With a soft exhale, Kanai leaned in closer to Alistar, his touch becoming more intimate as he followed the red head's whispered plea. The water around them seemed to hum with anticipation, a charged energy threading between them as they moved together in the steamy bath. Alistar's breath hitched while Kanai's hands explored lower, sending shivers down his spine and igniting their sinful natures just as the hound’s bare palm met the red head’s stiffened length.

“Hn..nn..Hah..~…F-fuck…” Alistar gasped, noticing the better he felt sexually, the more needy he became to combine his illness with their actions. “Touch my nose…” the red head commanded, almost urgently. Kanai hesitated again for a moment, but the desire building in between them was impossible to ignore, and the hound simply loved to please where he could. With a mix of slight hesitation and longing, Kanai brought his hand up to gently brush his thin fingers against the red head's nose, tracing the lines of his philtrum with a tenderness that belied their usual interactions.

The weakened demon let out a shuddering breath, his body reacting to the dual sensations of pleasure and relief from the bath. The red head’s body trembled and his head fell back against the other’s strong shoulder before the pressure of Kanai’s tickling index sent him over the edge. Like tv static that ran up and down the central nerves of his entire face, the sensation over took him. “hHEH’TZSCHh’ue! hih’AESSHH’ue!” hips desperately thrusting upward into Kanai’s slowly closing palm. It was both exhilarating and humiliating to be reduced to a sickened humping dog, but it only made the experience that much more enjoyable to Al. He snuffled softly. “SndF…” before Kanai swiped his finger across the other’s leaking nostrils to assist. “So good…” the red head moaned.

“My…yours sure are expressive, Donnie,” the hound simply teased, earning a softly dusted blush across the other’s face. While Kanai continued to explore Alistar's body in the warm water, their movements became more urgent, more primal. The red head’s ass starting to rut carelessly up against the other demon’s growing length. The steamy atmosphere of the bathroom seemed to heighten every touch, every whispered breath between them. Alistar's grip on the tub tightened as he felt a wave of heat rush through him, his body arching into the hound's touch.

“Shall I make you go again, hm?” The navy haired man tickled and prodded at the other’s swelling nose, it dripped with anticipation. With a sluggish moan, the red head responded excitably, his hips grinding backwards for more friction. The hound’s mouth split into an almost half smirk, allowing himself the role of dominant as his index moved ever so gently to swipe and poke. Alistar hitched, catching his breath in the middle of his throat before it felt like he was being suffocated by the need to let go.

“H-Huh..” it started slowly. With every movement and tease of Kanai's hand, Alistar felt like he was rolling in a pile of a thousand tiny needles. The sensations were both painful and exhilarating, as if his body had never known anything else. While Kanai continued his teasing, Alistar could feel the acute awareness of his sickness combining with the pleasure, making every twitch and spasm feel that much more intense. His nose twitched, and spasmed while the overwhelming sensations consumed him, he released. “Huh’ESSSHHHUH! hEHh’eEZSCHHhh’iEW!” Loud and expressive the sneezes shot out of his mouth and cascaded like sparkles across the bath water in front of them.

He tried to remain still, to simply absorb the pleasure, but his body wouldn't listen. Every movement, every moan, they all served to heighten the experience at hand. Alistar's chest heaved, his skin breaking out in a cold sweat as he struggled to keep up with the intense onslaught, trying to be satisfied with what was given but ultimately craving more.

The redhead's hands clawed at the side of the bathtub, leaving his knuckles to turn bright grey against his tattooed flesh. Kanai’s breathing turned hard and strangled against the red head’s exposed left ear, which only proved to make matters more intense for the both of them. “Put it in…” Alistar practically whined as he pressed himself up against Kanai’s hard cock. The hound's breath hitched but he obeyed. He felt the tip of his erection brush against the sensitive entrance, and he could tell the red head was well and truly ready for him. With a silent prayer for resistance, Kanai slowly pushed himself inside, his muscles clenching and releasing in a futile attempt to mitigate the sensation. The red head's body writhed, pleading for more.

The water around them churned with passion, their movements becoming even more frantic, their mouths creaked open whilst rough, patterned huffs escaped them both. “Just like…that, Nai…fuck don’t….stop…” the red head grunted, pushing himself back to match each desperate thrust, water sloshing over the edges of the porcelain, crashing to the floor.

Kanai could hardly believe how far they'd descended into their own depravity, and yet the intensity of it somehow only added to their pleasure. He gripped Alistar's hips tightly in one hand, their bodies slamming together in a primal dance, their breaths ragged as they surrendered to the wild beast within them. The red head’s nose flared and twitched under Kanai's still persistent touch, the scent of their desperation and arousal mixed with lavender overwhelming them both. “I’m gonna fuckin….Hih….HIH’AEESSHHH’uE! hHah’AETTTSHH’uh!” His body lurched under the hound’s tight grip on him, splashing waves of bath water over the edges while his sinuses released themselves of pressure. His head throbbed between the dizzying effects of the hot water and pleasure all in one. Alistar could hardly hold himself together anymore, Kanai losing himself in his expertly timed rutting.

Unable to contain the monster that lived inside him, Nai moved his head to bite down on the side of Alistar’s exposed neck, his teeth sure to leave deep indentations as his hips worked forward, desperation taking over as he sought release. “AHhh…fUCK, Nai,” the red head cried out.

Their bodies lost all semblance of control, as if possessed by something beyond their own understanding. The passion was no longer just physical, but rather a fusion of fire and water, a whirlwind of intense lust that threatened to engulf them both.

Alistar’s hands clawed at the porcelain tub, cracking a few of his nails down the middle, all while the hound thrust deeper and harder into him. His voice lost in a strangled growl, Kanai couldn't help but feel vindicated for the brutality of their actions. With each harsh slam, with each ragged breath, the feeling consumed him, fueled by an overwhelming desire to possess, to claim, to conquer.

Their bodies shuddered and convulsed in perfect synchronization, as if bound together by an invisible thread. “Don-nie…I’m going to….” he tried to warn his devious counterpart, his rhythm becoming more jagged and unhinged as he reached closer to his climax.

“Cum…Cum for me Nai…” without hesitation to release the other of his restraints, he wanted to feel the hound blow inside him, in fact by this point he craved it. “I’m so fuckin’ close…” finally reaching down the black eyed demon began to tug and pleasure his own leaking length, their bath water now infused with pre-cum as they leaked to their finish line.

"Get closer, I can't last much longer," Kanai whispered hoarsely with a hint of sass against the other's ear. His voice was thick with need and arousal, a primal grunt that matched the clawing of his nails against the red-head's hips.

Alistar's eyes fluttered shut, and he moaned softly in response, his voice shaking with want. It was as if their bodies were a single entity, sensations coursing between them and intertwining in a way that transcended even the most intense of physical connections. Kanai could feel Alistar's heart racing against his back, the two of them lost in a haze of sin.

As the hound's hips continued to piston forward, Alistar's voice rose in a crescendo of unhindered pleasure. His hands clawed harder at the porcelain tub, almost as if he were trying to pull chunks of it away in his desperate need for a deeper connection. Their rutting became more frenzied, bathwater sloshing over the sides and splashing against the cold tiles.

"I'm gonna cum so fuckin' hard," Alistar gasped, his voice cracking with the intensity before he completely blew his load within the confines of their bath water, his body shaking as he hit his ceiling. “UNHOLY FUCK…” he cried out his head falling back against the other. Kanai's breath hitched, pleasure coursing through him like lightning. He could feel the other's climax ripple through him, a shared sensory experience of raw, unadulterated ecstasy. The hound's hips bucked wildly, propelling them both towards their release. As Alistar's walls clenched around him, Kanai felt his own resistance crumble like a sandcastle at the ocean's edge.

"I'm cumming, Alistar," Nai growled, his voice thick with lust.

Alistar moaned depravedly, his body trembling as he felt Kanai's hot seed spill deep inside. The hound's release bringing a sense of accomplishment that settled deep within his bones, they both panted as they tried to catch their breath, Kanai softening inside the other’s still clenching hole.

“Just….what the doctor fuckin’ ordered amirite?” Alistar chuckled a bit breathlessly to break the tension that was thick inside the bathroom. The mirrors had been all fogged up, the bath water was soiled and slowly starting to run cold. Kanai took in a deep breath as he relaxed himself against the cool tile wall.

“I think….we should….probably get out now…” the hound spoke tiredly. Alistar nodded in agreement, a light smirk playing on his lips. He slowly extracted himself from Kanai's grip, his body still trembling from the intense experience. As he stood up, he reached out and grabbed Kanai's hand, helping him to rise as well. Together, they made their way out of the soiled bathtub, the water now drained and leaving only a pool of slight residue.

They stepped out and dried themselves off with a nearby towel, wrapping it around their waists. The room was filled with a hazy aroma of eucalyptus lavendar and arousal, the scent lingering in the air like a misty veil. As they Surveyed the bathroom, Alistar couldn't help but love how the mirrors had fogged up, leaving a steamy reflection of the deviant act they'd just shared.

“I figure…” Kanai clears his throat and looks around before making eye contact with his friend. “I should probably attempt to make you the liquid meal…” the hound trailed off almost unsure if he could accomplish anything other than the bath on this evening. Alistar yawned lazily, stretching his arms out and feeling a bit relieved after the events that unfolded.

“Or, we could just cuddle in bed, have the pet pick something up,” the demon shrugged his shoulders with a look of carefree contentment.

“OH! Oh no…the pet…there’s chores I must proceed with before I can be released to lounge, Donnie,” the navy haired man almost seemed panicked, overwhelmed even. Alistar stepped closer and put both his palms on each side of the other’s face.

“Shh…chores shmores I’ll take the heat, as well as do the dumb ass chores when I feel better….for now…I need a caretaker, Nai, you can’t let me go to bed unattended….” The red head pouted, making a persistent and compelling argument.

“Yes, but, Draeko needs the house to be clean…” Kanai trailed off as he sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping in defeat. Alistar chuckled softly, leading him towards his bedroom with a sly grin on his face.

"C'mon, Nai, let's just get into bed for now, and I'll help you with those chores later. A little rest will do us both good, don't you think?" Nai couldn't help but oblige at the other’s persistent charm, knowing that eventually, he would be unable to resist and would succumb to the temptation of the warm, inviting bed as he’d now exhausted himself anyway. Al led the hound to his bed, pulling him in as they snuggled close together, Alistar resting his pounding head against the other’s strong chest.

“Fine…but you will have to face the pet’s rage if he returns before the list is complete,” the navy haired man began to lazily mull his long fingers through the red strands of hair that lay upon him.

“Deal,” Al snickered, wrapping himself around the other like a greedy leech. They laid like this, til they both succumbed to sleep.

The End

Author’s Notes: I get so depraved writing these two besties that fuck 🫢 Hope yall enjoyed ☺️

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CW: Allergy sneezes, hiding while sneezing, HOLDBACKS, SO MANY HOLDBACKS/BUILDUPS, sneezy D/eku, closeted snzfucker! T/odoroki, hands-free stifles, pinched nose stifles, muffled sneezes into T/odo’s chest, messy stifles, spray, allergy attack, background footsteps and/or voices, accidental quirk activation, SOME EXPLOSIONS courtesy of B/akugou, angry B/akugou whos yelling a lot, loud noises in general tbh, you’ve been warned, sneezing fits, two noseblows, T/odoroki gets sneezed on a LOT, sniffling, hand over mouth/hand over mouth sneezes.

When pro heroes S/hoto and D/eku find themselves hiding from a huge group of villains in their hideout, they’ll have to lay low until B/akugou and reinforcements arrive. However, that’s easier said than done when the leader of this villainous gang has a quirk related to pollen heavy plants…and our favorite green hero is at the mercy of his allergies. Will T/odoroki be able to keep his cool while fighting a totally different foe in secret?

HEADS UP THIS SHIT GETS LOUD WHEN B/AKUGOU SHOWS UP! It might SPOOK YA

For those of you that like holdbacks and buildups, and D/eku in distress, this is for you lol. Took two days to edit D/eku’s parts alone, holy fuck.

I’m gonna try to finish the V Day wav w/ B/akugou as soon as I can but I do have work tomorrow so I just need some time, it may be a little late so keep that in mind @-@ Anyway, hope you guys enjoy!

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yukiumisakura25 · 11 months ago

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inhale release break conduct retreat

**deep breath** 🎄🎄MERRY (late) CHRISTMAS BITCHES🎄🎄!! Now that it’s finally DICKmas 👅💦Santa’s about to slide 🎅🏾😉 down your hot 🔥 hot 🔥chimney tonight... (@themiseryandcompany i was your secret santa)

Fandom: Attack on Ti/tan // Characters: Levi/Erwin (25+), minor 104th ensemble cameos

Summary: “Oh yeah,” Hange stepped in, “Ever noticed how we don’t have any flowers in our barracks or our ceremonies? He’s fine, but he’ll probably be stuck like that for a while.”

Levi and Erwin experience difficulties during a routine meeting. For entirely different reasons.

Tags/Warnings: Spoilers up to mid season 3, voyeurism, degradation (a little.. this is captain levi..), handkerchiefs, smut, spray descriptions, semi-public sex, sneezing while hiding (ish), covering someone else's sneezes, being sneezed on (like barely), kink Erwin

18+ only please thanks!!

The wealth displayed within the confines of Wall Sina was egregious. It left a bad taste in the mouth of most, to see the ribbons and banners adorning the paved roads to the royal headquarters, the manicured lawns, the pruned hedges - things the previous residents of Wall Maria likely had no concept of. Probably not before the breach, and certainly not after.

As Erwin led the procession of the Scouts through the courtyard, he kept a stoic face. That didn’t keep him from noticing the poorly disguised awe of his greenest subordinates, nor did it keep him from taking stock of how many new decorations adorned the area since his last visit to the capital.

There was a surplus of money, in light of the Wall’s disappearing population. Swatches of color drew his eyes upwards, towards boughs of blooming flower baskets lining the sills of all the windows. An explosion of magentas, violets, and reds. Pops of vibrancy that were out of place in their otherwise dreary reality.

Fascinating, really.

His mind wandered to the smaller man at his side. Captain Levi wore an unapproachable expression of practiced boredom, though Erwin had no doubts that the man was cataloging the area, just as he was. Surely, he’d taken note of the flowers.

Of course he’d taken note of the flowers.

It was a well known secret among the most senior members of the Survey Corps that Captain Levi found anything floral as disagreeable as a streak of grime on an unexposed surface. If there was a hidden layer to his scowl, a resigned annoyance, a pissed off dread, it would be recognizable to Erwin and Hange alone.

A thread of electricity fluttered low in Erwin’s stomach, charged with possibility.

Queen Historia, newly anointed with the crown, was waiting in a room with high ceilings and a regal, velveteen carpet unfurled like a tongue from the maw of the throne. Flanked on either side of her were the Vice Chief of the Military Police and his aides. There were others that Erwin didn’t recognize, new officials, possibly royal waitstaff. The turnover in their profession had always been quick. Dismal.

The Garrison representatives were already present, filling the right half of the room. Banners with inflated insignias for the three branches rested above the Queen, imposing.

Erwin allowed his scouts to fill in the furthest seats before striding to the front of the room. He knelt beneath Historia, right fist to his heart, before taking his seat in between Levi and Hange.

“Welcome,” announced one of the aides. “Thank you for joining us. We’re here today to discuss the state of affairs in Walls Sina and Rose now that true royal blood holds the throne. Given time, we will also hear from the Scouts regarding the retaking of Wall Maria, and the information held in the Shiganshina district. ”

Beside him, Levi crossed his arms, leaning back in his seat. Never one to be concerned with displays of proper composure in front of authority, his posture was lax compared to the other officials in the room. Erwin had never corrected it. Captain Levi commanded respect by daring others to do just that, disregarding unspoken rules, inviting those with more power to voice their discomfort, which they didn’t, and couldn’t.

“First, we invite the Military Police to speak.”

Erwin tuned out. They’d speak about taxes and resource allocation. Groundskeeping and news coverage. A litany of things that weren’t nearly as pressing since the emergence of Eren Yeager.

He didn’t care about the Military Police budget, doubted anyone else did either. Historia was putting on a dutiful, stoic facade of interest, starkly dignified, as if she’d been born for the role. And hadn’t she? No one could’ve guessed that mere weeks ago she’d been a soldier, rolling around in titan blood just like the rest of them.

He thought back to the last one of these he’d presided over. Eren had been restless, clenching and unclenching his fist in his lap, leaving Erwin to bide his time until the young recruit spoke out of turn. Arlert and Ackerman had been there too, silent and stiff. Erwin had observed that Arlert had a habit of brushing his hands against his uniform when he was nervous, picking absently at his short nails. When it was their turn to hold the floor, Erwin was sure these tics would appear again.

It was a bad habit that he never paid true attention in these meetings, but he knew what was important and how to keep a passive expression. The insights hidden in the composure of those around him always proved to be far more interesting at these sorts of things.

For example, he’d noticed that Levi had been impatiently twitching his foot. Bouncing it up and down every so often as a representative continued on about what to do with the estates of a prior noble.

There was something off about it.

A quick glance down revealed that Levi’s fingers dug into his cloak, his grip strong enough to leave impressions in the fabric. This continued for some time until finally, he snuck a hand to his face and held a knuckle to his nose, one nostril quietly flaring against it before his cupid’s bow flexed downwards. That same hand resumed its tense grip.

To Erwin, there was a beat of silence. The voice of the Military Police representative grew softer, almost faraway. He held his breath.

Beside him, arms crossed and jaw clenched, Levi gave an almost imperceptible shudder inwards.

“h-nkt!”

Now this— this was far much more interesting indeed.

Erwin could practically feel the breath of release afterwards. So slow, so controlled. As if nothing had happened in the first place.

He’d noticed immediately upon entering the room that the windows were open. He hadn’t had the vantage point to see if the beautiful, excessive flowering baskets hung just outside of them, but it seemed that Captain Levi had just given him his answer.

Eyes still trained ahead, hands folded neatly on the table in front of him, Erwin gave no indication that he’d noticed Levi’s lapse in composure.

That didn’t mean, however, that in the corners of his vision, he couldn’t make out Levi’s hand creeping towards his face once more. Levi gave his nose a decisive rub between his index and forefinger, wiggling it between the two before huffing out a single exhale that could only be described as irritated.

If he was doing this, then it was already too late. Really, by the time that single sneeze escaped him minutes ago, it had already been too late.

Levi was known for… well, Levi certainly didn’t do anything in halves.

The promise of this was making Erwin’s pants feel tight.

He glanced up, words bleeding together in his ears and the wings of the Survey Corps flooding his vision.

“h’Mpt-dh!”

It ran through him like lightning, quick and crackling and destructive, flashing hot from his stomach to his groin.

Levi let out a whispery scoff, then pulled out a handkerchief with a motion so precise it was as if he’d conjured it from thin air. He tented the cloth around his nose and began to massage it with a controlled vigor. Abruptly, he paused and clasped his fingers at his nostrils.

“‘ndt-yhh!” His head dipped forward enough to unsettle a few strands of hair. They shook in tune with his tensing shoulders, bearing the brunt of a concentrated pressure. He remained in the same position, pulled towards the front of his seat, until he — “h’gkhxsst!” — sneezed again, this time loud enough for the crisp sound to fill the room.

It was hardly enough to draw attention. People sneezed. Meetings plowed forward.

Hange leaned forward, curious. With a calculated pinch pull motion, Levi dropped his handkerchief to his lap.

Not to his pocket, but to his lap, palms strategically placed to hide its use. This was something not lost on Erwin.

Pointedly ignoring the other captain, Levi shifted back into his usual cross stance. The corners of his nostrils had grown an abused shade of pink.

For the first time since the meeting started, he sniffled. The barest hint of congestion crackled in the soft sound. It went straight to Erwin’s dick.

This was only the beginning.

The thing about Levi was that once he started sneezing, it went on and on. Erwin had never seen anything like it. He sneezed as if something was taking vengeance on him, and he handled these fits as if he were fighting a tactical war. The more he suppressed them, the more they seemed to overcome him, until he was a frenzied, pissed off marvel of irritation.

Levi guarded himself so carefully against episodes like this. The cleaning, the quarantining of his soldiers after so much as a single, too heavy sniffle. He was a man who believed in prevention over damage control.

And here Erwin was, with a front row seat to an undoing he could do nothing about.

A few minutes passed before Levi caught Erwin’s attention again. Caught wasn’t the right word. Levi lingered in the peripherals of Erwin’s thoughts like an animal who’d caught the scent of its prey.

He hadn’t caught Erwin’s attention so much as demanded it when he leaned forward, handkerchief clamped tight around his mouth. The allergic flush that hugged his nostrils earlier had spread to the bridge of his nose. Elbows resting on his knees, Levi shivered.

“Hhdt’ngk-dh! hh-hh—! Ghdk-tssih!” He was fighting to swallow the sound, to tamp it down. It had the opposite effect, Erwin thought. It seemed painful. It only made him seem more overcome.

He turned his head and arched an eyebrow.

Levi’s hand was still lifted, chest rising and falling unevenly. Was he breathing into it or against it? Erwin couldn’t tell. He simply waited until a deep exhale gave way to an urgent, gasping inhale.

“hhhH’Ndt-tieu! hah’Ngxss-hh!” Levi stilled, brows still tightly pinched, and then shuddered with a final— “Hd’Dgk-tseh! -snf!”

When he finally lowered the abused cloth, Erwin caught a glimpse of the moisture at the rims of his nostrils, shimmering in the sunlight, giving a watery sheen to a nose that was already attention catching. There were freckles of discoloration adorning his ascot. A dark iris slid towards him.

Their eyes locked together. Levi was the first to look back at the representative, as if to say, forgetting something, Commander?

Erwin could feel his heartbeat. Beside him, Levi moved again. Subtle, easily overlooked by the untrained eye.

He was shaking his head.

The moments until the recess was announced were torturous. Levi’s nose continued its onslaught, bending him with small fits of choked sneezes every few minutes. It was enough for Erwin to notice the officials at Historia’s side all glancing their way in unison whenever Levi’s defiance produced one that sounded particularly odd or painful, polite ignorance having long faded into curiosity.

Levi was the first to leave. While the others in the Survey Corps took the time to stretch their legs and chat idly, Levi had promptly stood and walked briskly out of the room.

“Well, that was a fun one,” Hange said, one arm raised above her ponytail. “I think I lost count. What’d you get?”

“Seventeen.” Erwin answered.

“Seventeen — hah! Same here. Still got it.”

“Commander,” Arlert said from behind them, “is everything alright with Captain Levi?”

“Oh yeah,” Hange stepped in, “Ever noticed how we don’t have any flowers in our barracks or our ceremonies? He’s fine, but he’ll probably be stuck like that for a while.” She put a hand to the side of her mouth like she was about to tell a secret. “Back in the day, we used to place bets on how many he’d get to.”

“It’s that serious?” Eren asked. He looked unsure of himself, like he was trying not to look over his shoulder.

“Mhm,” Hange nodded. “He won me some pretty good rations. Say cadets, wanna pick up an old tradition?”

“Don’t let him know,” Erwin bit down a smile. “He’ll be in a bad mood on the way back.”

“I don’t know.” Eren said hesitantly.

“What’s the prize?” Asked Mikasa. “Maybe.”

“Hmm,” Hange put her chin in her hand, looking up thoughtfully. “Winner picks who cooks dinner for the next three days. And what we’re eating. How’s that sound, Erwin?”

“I like the way you think, Captain.”

“I’m in!” Sasha popped into the small circle that had formed around Hange, “What are we doing for dinner?” Connie was beside her, rubbing his eyes as if he’d just woken up from a nap.

“Hang on,” Erwin said, all eyes falling to him as he turned to Eren.

“You can have your fun, but first, Eren.”

“Sir!” Reflexively, Eren went rimrod straight, fists curling in salute.

“Do you have any questions before the second half of the meeting starts? The MP’s will call on you, and there’s still some uncertainty among them about what you can do. You’ll have to be straightforward.”

Irritation flickered across Eren’s face, followed by determination. Rage.

“No sir. I can do this. We have to do this.”

“Very well.” Erwin said, resting a hand on Eren’s shoulder. “I trust you’ll do your part today.”

Eren nodded sharply. “Sir!”

“Alright.” Erwin’s gaze swept over Hange and the remaining cadets. “I need to go find our other man of the hour. Hange, fill in Braus and Springer.”

He paused on his way out, body angled away from his subordinates.

“I’m guessing somewhere in the twenties before the day ends. I want Kierschtein on kitchen duty.”

“Well that’s hardly fair,” Hange said, a knowing glint in her eye. Erwin dared her to say more.

“You won’t be staying with us after this, so why should you get to choose?”

“I’ll be here for the night,” Erwin supplied, finally gathering himself to leave. He parted ways with the group with a flick of his hand. “And I love a good omelet.”

Levi was, predictably, camped in one the furthest corners of the floor. He was near an unused meeting room that Erwin recognized from previous visits, leaning against the pale brick and viciously blowing his nose.

“Commander.” He said in a nasally voice before Erwin even had the chance to speak. His tone was an eye roll personified. “I had a feeling you’d search me out.”

“I just wanted to be sure you made it back in time. The cadets are worried.”

“Cut the shit.” Levi grumbled, using his index finger to rub the skin underneath an eye. They’d taken on a similar raw hue to his nose, an indicator of just how deeply the floral arrangements were affecting him. “You just want…hh—!” Levi's harsh gaze grew unfocused. Urgently, he twisted his entire body away from Erwin, cape fluttering behind him, lips curling into a snarl.

“Huh’RRSchhh‘Iuh! hh.. Hah! -AESCHH’ieh!”

“Geshundheit.”

Levi sniffled sharply. “You’ve been waiting all day for that, haven’t you? Bastard.”

Erwin glanced down on a hunch, amused to find out he’d been correct. He could see the outline of Levi through his cloak.

“I could say the same for you.” Erwin stepped forward, and Levi watched him, unmoving. He reached down, confirming his suspicions as he ran his head over Levi’s dick, hard and straining against his uniform. “Or are you going to tell me this just started?”

“It’s your fault.” Levi huffed as Erwin came closer. His breath fanned out against Erwin’s neck, arms remaining crossed.

“My fault, is it?” Erwin laughed, incredulous.

“If you weren’t into such weird shit I wouldn’t have to get hard thinking about you being into such weird shit. What kind of fuckass gets off to—“

Erwin cut him off, hungrily pressing his lips to Levi’s, reaching under his cloak to hold the arch of his back. He kissed him with the urgency of a man with no time.

“Bastard,” Levi breathed between kisses, grabbing Erwin by the collar to take the man on his own terms. “Don’t pretend to grow a sense of shame now.”

“Who said,” Erwin began, entire body seizing with liquid anticipation when Levi wrenched out of his hold and gasped, pushing him backwards.

“—URSCHH’yuh!” The sneeze was loud and throaty, blotting out the sound of Erwin’s boots scuffing against the tiled floors.

“Anything about,” continued Erwin, and Levi held a hand out, a warning, a threat and a promise all at once.

“Stohh- stop talhh— hh!“ He would have been more menacing if his breath weren’t teetering. Using his shoulder to brace himself against the wall, Levi drew in a great, swelling inhale and then folded miserably into a waiting handkerchief. “AHdYESCHH’hew!”

“Me, of all people, having a sense of shame?” The look Levi shot him was scathing, yet underneath it, even in this disheveled, unkempt state, with his red rimmed, teary eyes and the unsightly speckles of his allergy attack dotting his collar, his cloak, his obscenely used handkerchief, Erwin sensed something ravenous. Levi was out of breath, from sneezing, from his obvious arousal. New color flooded his cheeks. “Gesundheit, Levi.” He drawled. “You’ll draw attention if you keep sneezing like that.”

“I said stop talking.” He leered, as cold and disengaged as ever. Gaze fixed on the door across from them, Levi took a step into the hallway. He glanced down the corridor, then met Erwin’s eye. “You’re wasting my time. So stop talking and fuck me already, Commander.”

His voice was like ice, sliding down Erwin’s spine, igniting every nerve it passed on the way down. He was painfully hard.

By the time he caught up to Levi, and locked the door behind him, his uniform was already half undone. The brassy sounds of unfastened clasps and belt buckles filled the room with a sloppy, hurried fervor. Levi’s cloak had been tossed to the corner. Erwin’s soon fell on top of it.

Erwin drew the shades, and then he bent Levi over the edge of a table he’d once used to show a battle formation to the MP’s. He couldn’t remember what it was. He’d also fucked Levi here, and there, and in the corner there too. Once, he’d even perched himself upon the same defiled wood and let Levi take him in his mouth, losing himself against the man’s tongue, his hands, the saccharine look of amusement in his eyes at their trade off in power.

How else could he have known exactly where Levi had hurried off to when the recess began?

He took Levi in one hand, warm and slick with precum. A ghost of a smile flickered across his lips, and Erwin cataloged his pride for a later time. He hadn’t even done anything yet. Levi had worked himself up this much all on his own.

“Already this close, Levi?” Erwin teased, working along the length of Levi’s dick. He drank it all in, the hitches, the pants, the sniffles, how Levi bucked against him, legs trembling against the table.

“I told you,” Levi’s voice was low and heady.

“What was it you said about me earlier? Yet here you are,” Erwin took his hand off of Levi, slowly teasing in a slick finger, then two, “getting off on your own.”

“Mm,” Levi hissed as Erwin entered him, breath hitching as he pushed deeper, “Couldn’t stand the thought of you sitting in that room, thinking of me, driving yourself insane.”

And god, had he been.

“I couldn’t tell you a damn thing they were saying,” Erwin said, breath heavy as he started to fuck into him. He set a hand on Levi’s hips to angle him, then pried Levi’s own fingers from his dick so that he could stroke him off again.

“Erwin,”

“Hm?”

“AHd’ZIHSCCHhIEWh!” A vicious sneeze threw Levi forward, freckling the table beneath him with the aftermath.

“Ges-“

“Save ihh—! Save hhhH—! ADSCHHHhyIEW!” Pulses of heady pressure shot through Erwin, sickly sweet, grazing his nerves like a wildfire. He glanced down and shivered. Levi was making quite the mess.

And quite the commotion. And that just wouldn’t do at all. The curtains rippled from some unseen force.

Ah, yes, thought Erwin. The windows.

“You’re making a lot of noise, you know.” Erwin honestly wasn’t sure if Levi had heard him. He couldn’t see his face, but he could differentiate between gasps induced by pleasure and by pollen. He could picture it, Levi’s wildly twitching nostrils, the shade of deep red they’d become. The way his lips curled into a half sneer before he was overcome, bested by nothing more than a rich man’s decoration.

“Hold yourself up.” Instructed Erwin. He let go of Levi’s hips to slip his hand into his pocket, producing his own unmarred handkerchief. Leaning into Levi, he held the cloth to his face, pinching it around his nose. Levi’s nostrils flared against his fingers.

Something wet dripped onto one of his knuckles. A tear, perhaps. Flowers truly were his undoing.

“What are you—?” Levi gasped.

“Preventative measures. If you can’t control yourself, then-“ He didn’t get to finish his sentence. Levi was already starting up again, and Erwin could feel for himself, how his features scrunched as he fought against it.

And lost.

“Hihd’DJSCHH’hu!” The cloth dampened in his hand, kissed by the violence allowed by Levi’s exhaustion. Erwin fucked him harder, stroked him faster, his own breath coming in heavy, gutteral pants. He wanted Levi’s legs to tremble harder than they already were. He wanted Levi to come as undone as he was, wanted, foolishly, to fuck him until he was within an inch of his life.

Levi’s breath stuttered again, his white knuckle grip on the edge of the table preceding — Erwin felt the telltale strain of his nostrils quivering — another sneeze. He kept the cloth firmly pressed around Levi’s nose and mouth.

“Go ahead.”

He heard Levi attempt a scoff and again, found himself amused. As if I need your permission.

“AEHD’SSCHhyuh!” A great, heaving gasp, “hUH’DtZSSH-hiuh! Hh-! Hh!—“ His legs shook fiercely, thighs vibrating against Erwin’s. Erwin slowed his pace. He didn’t want to come just yet, but he was so ridiculously, mercilessly on the precipice of it. He made the quick decision to move his hand from Levi’s mouth to his groin.

He held Levi against him as Levi pulsed through an orgasm, feeling the already soiled cloth grow fuller, warmer, as Levi spilled over it. His breath came in a mess of desperate gasps and pants, his whole body shuddering from release, from — “AEISCHH’IEH!” — that.

Heavy spray settled across Erwin’s shoulder. Oh, how Levi would’ve hated to know that he noticed it, that it had happened at all.

He threw the soiled handkerchief to the side, hands finding their rightful place at Levi’s hips. He fucked Levi until the pleasure blinded him, sinking his teeth into the nape of Levi’s neck to stifle the sounds of his own climax.

Breathing into the afterglow, clarity returning to him in waves, Erwin stepped back to catch his breath. He retrieved his handkerchief from the ground, cleaned up what he could of himself with what little untouched space of it remained, and then went to shut the window.

He squinted at the fresh sunlight, still hyper aware that Levi was struggling with his nose in the background. When Erwin turned back around, Levi was half dressed with a wrist pressed to his nose, scowling as he surveyed the table beneath him.

“Disgusting,” he muttered. “Don’t know what you see in it.”

Erwin chuckled, moving to retrieve both of their cloaks.

“I think you understand more than you let on.”

“Hd’DSsshyu! — Agk’DJSCHH’hiew!”

He glanced up, finding Levi fumbling with the clasps of the harnesses adorning his thighs. The sight of it felt vulnerable, imperfect and human. The urge to assist washed through him, and he let it end there. He folded Levi’s cloak, leaving it draped over the nearest seat.

There was a fresh handkerchief in one of the pockets, courtesy of one Hange Zöe, that he’d surely find soon enough.

He met Levi’s eyes, gaze softening for a second, before nodding to signal that he would be heading back first.

—

There was time to spare, as Erwin had known there would be.

As he made his way back through the meeting room, he paused at the side to admire the view. The royal courtyard of Wall Sina spread out before him, vast and aged and stained with the invisible blood of the citizens who kept the inner walls from ever seeing the horrors that lay beyond them.

Waves of petals rippled at the windowsill. A rare display of intentional, pampered beauty in their cruel, unforgiving world. A misplaced symbol of resilience all its own. In a few short moments, he’d be advocating for another with a clear head on his shoulders.

He shut the window.

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