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BKDK hands

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⚠️C/W: P/TSD, FLASHING⚠️

Ken's got some very dark secrets.

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Part 1

I’m heading outta town for a bit, but before I left, I wanted to get this done for you all. I still can’t believe I managed to get it done in time, but I did! 

This is a follow up comic cause I wanted to show M/ic coming down with Sh/outa’s flu before. 

God I love these two!

Anyway posts will be a bit sparse for awhile, but in the meantime I hope you all enjoy this! 

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Someones in denial

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I'm on a roll yall

Two art pieces back to back? Blasphemy

Enjoy some Bakugou stifles! ;u;

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💢 PLEASE DO NOT REBLOG TO NON-KINK BLOGS 💢

companion piece

「 commissions ♥  |  ko-fi ♥ 」

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in response to my earlier ask - can you do erasermic or miritama with colds/allergies? (no preference for either) they’re both comfort ships and either of them is fine!! thank you so much :)

EraserMic time!! I’ve never written anything for them before, but it’s a classic pairing and I had a lot of fun with it!!  It’s pretty short but I hope you still enjoy the fic <3

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“hHA’KTchhh!!”

Hizashi jolted awake at the sudden loud sound in his ear.  His eyes snapped open to a dark room, and it took him a second to recognize the sound.  Sighing and willing his tense body to relax, he ran his hand through his husband’s hair as the other man pressed his face further into his neck.

“Jeeze, bless you Sho.  You good?”

“snf-sNF! Yeah, sorry for waking you.”

Shota’s voice was weaker than he expected, and he took a second to focus his brain on the other man’s condition.  Other than the weak voice, he was woken up with a sneeze, and now that he was paying attention Shota’s face felt hot against his bare neck.  But even past all that the most telling sign that confirmed his suspicions was the shivering.  Even though his husband preferred to be covered almost all of the time he wasn’t actually someone who was always cold; in fact more often than not he was the one to turn on the air conditioning before anyone else needed it.

“Shota, how long have you been sick?”  A long sigh dragged from his husband as their eyes met in the dark, and even without his glasses he could tell the other man looked exhausted.  He wondered if he had gotten any sleep at all.

“Not long, I woke up with a tender throat yesterday but nothing more so I thought I’d be...o-hih! ...okhIIH- EKT’CHhhhuh!!  fuck...”

Hizashi hummed and reached over his nightstand to pass tissues to the sniffling man.  A glance at the clock read - Sunday 2:47am, and just knowing how late it was made him yawn.  After finishing blowing his nose Shota tossed the tissue onto the night stand and pushed further into Hizashi’s side, his shivering never subsiding.

“Came on pretty fast huh?  Ok come on, let me go and I’ll make you some hot tea to take your medicine.”

“Don’t want to, you’re warm.”  Shota huffed, and Hizashi chuckled at the cuteness while he kissed the other man’s forehead.  Definitely a fever.

“You’ll be even warmer with another blanket and some medicine in you.  Come on babe I’ll be right back.”  He felt his husband’s arms tighten around his waist and for a moment he thought he might have to struggle his way out of bed, but the arms fell away with a sniff and he was greeted with the pouting watery eyes of his lover.

“Well h-hurry up...t-thHhn hIT’Chuuh!! Hurry up then, I want to sleep.”

Hizashi couldn’t help but smile as he tucked the bed sheets firmly around the sick man before wiping the other’s dripping nose himself.

“You won’t even notice I’m gone.”

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MMD commission for @sneezybird 🐦

((All credits are at the end of the video!))

Think of this as a first person view of an interaction with the dish soap boi 🧼

God bless him.

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HEY HEY HEY In the newest mha ep THERES A HAWK SNZ!!

It’s at the very end! I was shocked as a manga reader because the scene was entirely anime original.. Thank you bones 😭

I- huhH -

ThanK you sm for sharing this anon (*´Д｀*) - i would’ve never known this existed xD

Its so, perfect for him Dx

Heres a clip because..i can i guess

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Some self-indulgent allergic!Martin that took waaaay longer than it had to because I kept getting too flustered and distracted to focus. <___<

J0n knows how I feel: 

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Snz-Ism #7

Two professors fall asleep in a greenhouse after a night of making passionate love. When day breaks, they wake up to the sound of the door being unlocked. Barely awake and barely clothed, one of them drags the other under one of the tables. It turns out to be a student, who must turn on the sprinklers to mist the plants every morning.

The two stay quiet, but just when they think they’re safe, Professor A feels Professor B’s shoulder against theirs. A turns to see B’s swollen nose, irritated by both the cold morning, the mist, and the granules of pollen floating through the air, quivering with an unmistakable urge.

“Gih...gudda...sde...heeh...!”

A quickly puts a finger under B’s septum, shushing them. B tries to keep quiet, but the itch is too hard to ignore. They just grit their teeth and hold their breath, nostrils flaring and red like the many blooming roses surrounding them.

Finally, the student leaves, and the professors try to get dressed, their clothes soaking wet. A blue butterfly lands right on the tip of B’s nose. Its legs stroke B’s nostrils, and the tickle resurfaces with new vigor.

“Sh-shoo, you’re...huh...HUH...!”

The butterfly flies away, its deed already done, and B leans into A’s scarf.

“HEH’ITCHEW! H-ho, I’b suh...huh...HEH’SHIEW!”

A starts to bless B, but their own nose begins to quiver.

“Bleh...oh...oh m-my...HSH’SHOO! Ungh...blasted pollen...”

A shivers, and B puts his arm around them, stifling another itchy but much wetter sneeze against A’s shoulder.

“Come on, let’s get something dry on. The headmaster’ll be suspicious if we both take a sick day...”

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Bless you

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notice how all the repressers are Emo

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(via)

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Well folks. Here it is. The horniest thing I’ve ever written. CW for some mess, as you might expect for a piece about someone in a shower with a running nose, but I’m not super into mess myself so it’s more implied than described for the most part. I couldn’t get the idea of shower sneeze out of my head so I’ll put it into yours.

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The first thing he does upon getting home is turn the faucet to the highest setting to start a shower white-hot enough to be appropriately described as scalding. That would help, that would probably help.

He undresses as hissing steam gradually fogs the room, his peaky reflection becoming little more than a blur in the mirror. It’s cloudy and dreamlike, almost some fevered unreality by the time he steps into the spray, the temperature change provoking an instantaneous smattering of goosebumps and a good hard shiver. It takes all of maybe one minute for the steam to depressurize his sinuses and leave him with a remarkably runny nose and a tickle so sudden and overwhelming that he’s sneezing before he realizes he’s going to.

He snaps forward into the gushing water with an urgent, “HihYISSHHue—” hard and sharp in the acoustical bounce-back from tile and porcelain, an echolocation of resounding decibels that’s loud in his own ears. One isn’t enough because it never is and especially not right now so of course he’s going to—

“IIXSHHOO!” Sneeze again, “hih!” and—

“ISSHHyue!!” Again.

One after the other and depleting what feels like all of the air in his lungs, mandating a gasp like he’s coming up for air which technically speaking he is, pulling his head from the discontinuous curtain of water, sputtering post-baptismal. He slides his hair back from his forehead, two separate streams now running down his face, and wipes at his upper lip with a sigh.

He supposes it’s not unhygienic, to use his hands to blow his nose into, considering he’s able to rinse them off immediately. It does feel a little gross, even though it’s basically clear and barely viscous, undergoing quick liquefaction in his hands and erased by rushing water. And the obscuring steam makes this an even more private unraveling. It’s okay here, to be sick.

His only objective is to rid himself of every milliliter of it, forcibly empty his sinuses as much as he can, fingers folded over his nose and pressing closed one nostril at a time. It begins, the hopeful emptying, in effortless production, but eventually after dwindling relief crosses some line where it starts to feel aggressive and there’s a stinging burn that reminds him of breaching the surface of a swimming pool.

His nose and sinuses are warm and swollen and ever tendering with his continual abuses. He really should be more gentle or at least pace himself over the course of this cold because there’s plenty more of it to come, so this is the last time he’s going to blow his nose for now. This final go however buzzes so intensely against oversensitive membranes that he has to wrinkle his face and perform a little head shake that actually just makes him want to sneeze again.

Which he does in short order, a stabilizing hand finding purchase against the tiled wall, drawing a tremulous breath, small droplets of water slipping their way into his parted mouth and very temporarily pooling there.

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Okay so i don’t usually do obs but this memory came back to me today and I thought I’d share (this was all Pre covid btw).

so I was on bus on my way back to my flat. It was pretty late at night so I was almost alone except for a few people. When these two men walk on. Both looked to be a bit older than me probably mid twenties. one was fairly muscular, tall, and with blond hair. The other (the one doing the sneezing) was pretty lanky, kinda short, with curly brown hair. They sat down in the seats acoss the aisle from me (This bus had two seats on either side). the brunet on the window side and the blond on the aisle side closer to me.

it all seemed pretty normal when I heard two adorable little sneeze come from the brunet. Kind of like Hih-xxshew. Sort of a high pitched build up, a silent sneeze and then a low exhale. His friend (or maybe his boyfriend it was sort of hard to tell). Blessed him, and he thanked him and they went on with their conversation. I thought that would be all. But no. maybe ten seconds later he sneezed again three times

“Hih-xxshew! Hih-xxshew Hiih-xxxxshew!” i could tell the last one had been very hard for him to stifle, i felt kinda bad. the other man blessed him again, and went on talking again like nothing happened. I looked over at the two. His nose was very pink, and his eyes looked watery, so I could Tell it was allergies (it was Also the middle of April so that makes sense). he kept sniffling and rubbing his nose. Until the blond said.

”if your gonna sneeze just do it,”

”suddup”

but apparently that worked but he cover his nose and mouth with his hands and sneezed like 7 times in a row.

”hiih-xxxshew! Hih-xxxxtshew hih-xxxchew Hiih-xxxshew! xxxtsheww xxxxcheww! Hiih-xxchheww!” With a little moan afterwards. I was losing my marbles.

the other man chuckled a bit and said, “bless you!”

“hold on,” the Brunet said quickly and sneezed two more times into his hands, “hih-tchhhew! “Hiii-tchhheww!”

“bless you, bless you!” The blond said.

his sneezes were a lot wetter and harsher now, so he couldn’t even stifle. He lifted his head from his hands, sniffled and shook his head a bit. his nose was even pinker. He laughed it off, but I could tell he still had to sneeze. He wiggled his nose around a bit sighed and said.

”fuck me i have to sneeze again,” paused for a moment then, “Hiih-xxxxtshew! hih-gxxntsheww! Hih- xxxxxchheww! Hih-tshhheww! Hih-tchhew!” He gave a little groan at the end of the fit (i Was dying).

”aww, bless you,” the blond said digging around in his backpack for I assumed tissues, but came up empty handed. then I remembered I had a little pack of tissues in my bag (my allergies can get pretty bad to so I always carry them). I pulled them out and handed them to the blond, he was supper sweet And said,

”thanks hun, he’s not sick just got terrible allergies,”

“oh no I get it,” I smiled (because I do allergies suck).

he pulled out a few tissues and tried To hand the pack back to Me but I said, “oh no, he can keep it, I dont mind really,”

”thanks so much,” he said and turned back to the brunet who blew his nose softly, probably trying to be polite. His sneezing seemed to get better from here. He still sneezed every couple of seconds, but they were just singled or doubles. They were still extreamly wet, but he managed to stifle them. I don’t know how, I could never. He sneezed into the tissue and pinched his nose, “Hiih-xxxcheww!” He sneezed probably like 30 times before his stop. I was too distracted to keep count. the blond was so sweet with blessing him. after a while of sneezing and sniffling. he blond got up and swung his backpack around his shoulders and said,

”alright sneezy, this is our stop,”

he stood up paused for a moment then, “Hiih-gxxxtsheww! Hih-xxxxtcheww!” Into his tissue, “okay good,” he said blinking a bit and following him off.

“thanks again,” the blond said to me.

”no problem,”

it was one of the best obs I’ve ever witness and I thought i’d share :)

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Today I can’t stop thinking about a painfully polite sickie who has quite the cold, yet feels compelled to apologize or excuse themselves after every sneeze. 

Their partner watches with half amusement, half concern, as they snap forward into their tissues for the umpteenth time that hour, a string of apologies following shortly after. 

“h’hutsschiew! k’tschhh! h’kSCHiew! oh goodness snf…excuse me, sorry.” 

Their partner tugs them close with an arm around their shoulder. “Bless you. Sweetheart, it’s just us. You don’t need to apologize for sneezing - you have a cold, it’s to be expected after all.” 

They duck their head. “Sorr– err, force of habit.” 

Their partner chuckles fondly at them and presses a gentle kiss to their overwarm forehead. “It’s alright. Just want you know you can relax around me.” 

When another flurry of sneezes comes a few minutes later, an apology still follows. Their partner just smiles fondly and hands over some more tissues. At least they tried.