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someone, at their sick partner’s desperate request, fucking their significant other while they have a bad cold.

the sick partner is satisfied, but sweating and out of breath. they have their temperature taken after, and it’s obviously gone up.

their healthy s/o scolds them, coos over them, and tucks them back into bed, innocently acting like they weren’t the cause of the raised fever.

#nsft #whump #idk how to tag this sorry theres no sneezing but there can be!! you can imagine jt #hope this makes sense i was having a hard time phrasing it properly… #i reaaaaally like the idea of levels being monitored. sorry medical kink at play #hoping this is hot to someone. besides me

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laine and quinn (oc/m snz) 1.5k

hello...after a drought i am here with SNEEZE Content.!!!!! you may have seen one these guys on hachii's oc page, and his other half, Laine, belongs to me!

beta'd also by the lovely @hachiibun... we hope you love our boys as much as we do!! <33

Quinn’s phone dings.

Sorry;;

Laine and Quinn have been dating for a little over a month now. Of course, it’s not like they haven’t known each other for more than half a year, and been schoolmates for longer— They just went at their own pace. Not that Quinn was bothered by it, he knew Laine had a lot to work out before they could date. And that was okay, he didn’t mind waiting. The point was…

(Quinn never considered himself to be an overthinker, but Laine had a tendency to change that.)

Quinn looks up from his phone, trying not to panic. Why did Laine text him, “sorry?” They’re sitting right next to each other. Was he anxious? Overwhelmed? It was their first time out drinking with a friend group, after all.

He looks up, fingers tapping against his phone as he does. ‘Are you oka—’

“hhiH-’ Iish-! -IISh-!.. , h’’ihshU—!!”

Oh. (Laine had a tendency to change other things about him, too.)

Quinn is forcing his voice not to crack, because he’ll be damned if he isn’t the one to say it first. “Bless you!” He says, trying not to seem too enthusiastic. The circle around the table responds in a chorus of echos. Laine turns red, then crimson when Quinn rests his hand on his thigh under the table.

“Sorry..” He murmurs, looking away. His ears are redder than his nose, but that should change by the end of the night. Quinn’s told him he obviously finds his sneezes attractive, but Laine seems to get violently embarrassed nonetheless. Laine ducks his head down, furiously swiping at his phone to avoid eye contact with anyone.

Another ding sounds from Quinn’s own phone, and he silences it. Laine again, for some reason, even though they’re literally sitting so close that they’re touching.

“Sorry”, Laine’s texted a second time. Before Quinn can wonder, “for what?”, Laine starts typing again.

I couldn’t hold it back…

Oh?

Why are you sorry? ;)

Quinn types back, and against his better judgment, he adds a little emoji at the end. 

Because I don’t want to turn you on. I’m sorry..

Oh. Sweet, sweet Laine, worrying about him over something as simple as a bodily function. That won’t do, the last thing he wants is Laine to feel bad over sneezing. And anyway, he underestimates Quinn’s ability as an exhibitionist. He’ll hold out just fine.

Before he can text Laine back, Quinn watches his head lift gently. Through a buildup, he takes the effort to mouth yet another breathy, “sorry” (s, soriiH--) as he succumbs to another fit. This one, true to his promises, is stifled into almost near silence. He pinches his nose and his head jolts forward violently, the sneezes remaining unblessed. He’s managed to keep them quiet enough that no one else around the table notices, and wouldn't unless they were looking his direction.

Quinn very much notices. He lifts a hand to put on Laine’s shoulder, but quickly pulls it back as he gears up again, hands lifting to his face. Stifling makes him sneeze even more. Quinn knows that better than anyone. He’d hope Laine does by now, too, but that didn’t seem to be the case. 

Laine jerks forward again, folding into himself. “hhIh— HIh’’—nt!! hIh’ kT. !! —Ikt !! —hiIh’ IKt!--!chuuh.…” The last one escapes his grasp, and someone else in the party is looking up in concern now. 

“Laine.” Quinn whispers gently. Laine nods, or tries to, stifling two more tearful sneezes in the process. 

“Don’t hold them back, hun.” He expects that to work, as it usually does, but Laine shakes his head no and sniffles violently. 

“ ‘M alright.” He whispers back. Quinn gives him a look, the kind that says no you aren’t, and i know you, and YOU know you, and we both know you won’t stop sneezing if you start like this. Laine pretends he doesn’t know what the look means (he does), and picks his drink back up. It’s something mixed and on the sweeter side, as he’s not a huge drinker. Which is exactly why Quinn is sipping on a 0% beer instead of joining the fun—As much as he’d like to, he wants to let Laine have the experience tonight. 

Though it seems like something is setting him off, which kind of takes away from all that. But, whatever. 

“Just…,” he watches Laine down the rest of the drink as someone calls for cheers. “Don’t like, hurt yourself.” 

“I won’t,” he murmurs happily, like someone with zero alcohol tolerance would, and nestles into Quinn’s shoulder. He sniffles a couple times, more than a couple, but the worst of it seems to be over. Quinn underestimates Laine’s nose, though. 

“hAh’ -ITt’schue!!” Quinn’s body jolts as, seemingly out of nowhere, his boyfriend sneezes breathily into his chest. Again. And again. And again. He raises his arms up almost in question, but it seems Laine can’t do much else but sneeze. Sneeze, or blink hazily between fits while another was soon to come. He either couldn’t stifle, or didn’t care to. Likely the former. 

“Bless— Bless you,” Quinn offers. As much as he is turned on, he is a little concerned as to what is bringing this on. The rest of their friend group falls silent, a couple offering blessings, most offering questions of, ‘are you okay?’ It’s out of pure concern, but Quinn knows any attention would just make Laine more nervous. 

Holding his breath, Laine looks up from the shield of Quinn’s sweatshirt. “Sorry,” he says, “I’m okay. Just, “ his breath hitches, “ sensitive.” Another sniffle, and Quinn could tell he’s probably reaching his limit. Pinching his nose, he watches Laine reach for his phone. 

Quinn almost sighs with amusement as he leans down to see what Laine is texting. He doesn’t need to wait for him to send it anyway.

Wuinn can w wego. now

The heat from Quinn’s dick goes straight to his fucking chest as he’s overwhelmed with the urge to do nothing but take care of his boyfriend. He gently lifts Laine up, who wobbles a little, and oh he’s drunk drunk. He barely bothers with an excuse, just a quick, “Bathroom.” It’s not like anyone doesn’t know why anyway. 

Quinn laces his hand with Laine’s, the other one preoccupied with being shoved up to his twitching nose. He pulls the other man into a stall, flipping himself against the wall and holding Laine against his sweatshirt. It’ll be damp soon, but he sure as hell doesn’t mind. 

“There’s no one in here,” he says, as Laine begins to hitch, loudly. “Let them out.” 

And Laine does, taking a gasping breath as the sneeze he’s been holding in this whole time finally peaks. 

“hIE’ ‘iEESHuH!! - hIih—!”

The rest come out one after another, overlapping as his body struggles to keep up with how badly he needs to sneeze. 

He looks up, panting, and stares at Quinn. Expectantly, almost.

“Bless— Already done?” Quinn sighs, feigning annoyance.

“-.. yes ..h ..nh.. ‘IT’schuu h!” Laine stutters out, struggling to stop before another sneeze tumbles out anyway.

“There we go. Bless you, hun,” Quinn says, in a tone that is not at all appropriate for a public bathroom stall. Not his fault his boyfriend was this hot.

“Mmh. Thank yh…” Laine pants out. His pale face is flushed from the alcohol, nose equally as red by now. He sniffles, then laughs. “I feel funny..”

Is his tolerance really that low? “Yeah, bud. You’re a bit drunk.”

“Ohhhh.” Laine nods gently, as if it’s needed. “First time.” He says, and sneezes three more times. 

“You, what do you mean its your—”

“Love you.” Laine murmurs, and Quinn’s heart nearly stops. He must really be far gone. Thankfully, he probably won’t remember all this after, and Quinn mentally says it back. A blessing in disguise, he decides. 

“Think..,” Laine starts, then sneezes once. “Thi ..h..,” a second time. He sniffles angrily, and spits it all out in one go. “ThinkI’mAllergicTosomethinghiH-!” It likes the word triggers him, and he sneezes eight more times, open and breathy. Quinn has to rub his thighs together to keep his fucking dick at bay, and actually use his brain. 

“Oh,” again. Quinn only knows this because he’s such a perv. “It’s the..” Laine sneezes, and he stutters in his thought. “It’s the drink. Makes histamines, or whatever.”

“Oh,” this time from Laine. But he doesn’t sound like he honestly cares, or even understands right now. “Hm, ok. Let’s… go home” He nods to himself again. “I’m not done yet.”

Quinn looks at him puzzledly. Does he want to go home? Or not?

Laine clarifies like it’s obvious. “Sneezing. Not done.” He smiles up at Quinn, sniffling hard to prove his point “The rest is for you.” He giggles to himself.

Cool. Today is the day Quinn fucking dies and ascends into heaven. 

All he can do is nod, and silently lead a stumbling Laine to their car. 

#bumping this #was looking at my old fics and honestly i was cooking… #i have a couple drafts floating around but theyre all for That One Character. sorry. i miss writing finished stuff though… #writi(n)g

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omg i was feeling like shit all day, awful headache, dizzy, i was all like “am i getting sick?” (nope. just realized i forgot to take my meds last night

#looked down to take my meds tonight and notice #yesterdays are still there. Ah. #i was literally like ‘i feel all dizzy i dunno why :( ‘ 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 #THATS WHY DUMBASS #btw postingn this here cuz u can freak on me if u want. Idc. im whump coded #u can perv on me being unwell. i enjoy it #taking them now dw but im still dizzy bleh #text

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There was a period of time where I couldn’t find your account as an anon and I thought about you here and there. Now I know your account, and I’m shy about this, but I just wanted to let you know that I’ve secretly admired your posts for the longest time! ❤️

oh my goodness 😭😭😭 this is so sweet… im so glad you enjoy my account 🥺🥺🥺really WAHH this is insane to me thank u?!<3 seriously you guys are giving me the biggest confidence boost tonigh🥹🥹🥺

#im assuming u were lurking and i changed my user? maybe not but thats my guess #unless u have a blog in which case hi!! come talk to me if youd like!! i only bite if u ask :3 #but asks are fine if youd prefer!! thank you for saying hi!! #but never did i think someone would like my posts or think abt my blog🥺🥺 #THANK YOU..!!! #ask

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anon opinion!!

you seem like a very genuine person, and i love seeing your tags on peoples work - theyre always so positive and lovely to see !! also your old fics are literally some of my favorites 🫣🫣

WHAT!!!! which fics..!!! are they the g3nshin ones.. im so honored omg 😭😭esp bc these are old im so happy u still like them🥺 ik i dont write for it anymore, but im more than happy to take a rq if theres something you liked in a fic rhat i can apply somewhere else !!

also tjank you WAHH!! WAH!!! this is so sweet. thank u.. sniffle🥺

#AHHH #Thank you……….. people are so kind today… … Uuu….. #but yeah honestly if there was something u lijed abt an old fic.. let me know!! i can do more like it :3 #i physically cannot remember anything frm g3nshin but if i did id write another for u anon.. kissy #theyre old so if we talk a lot you may have seen them before but i do have a handful of g3nshin fic drafts that werent finished/posted! #if i havent shown you these you can msg me if youd like em :D #ask

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I’m just gonna put these in a nice little pile right here so I can look at them

#good post op #the fucking #ok i knew to expect Something w sneezing bc i saw the clip posted here #but im an anime only #and i got to that fucking ep and i was like WOAHHH HEY NOW #that shit was crazy. #food dungeon

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Anon opinion - you are a really warm and personable person. I love seeing you hype other people up in the OC server and take genuine interest in others' OCs and ideas; I think you really make them feel appreciated and seen. You have a great sense of humor, and I am grateful for how you carry the conversation forward! I also really admire how easily you seem to connect with others. It's always fun hearing what you're up to, and I like reading the life updates you post here!

Hey did you know this is actually going to make me cry, (positive)

#WAHHHHH #thank you whoeveer sent this this genuinely made my week lol #i was seriously all like ‘ahh wahh im not gonna get anything for the ask thing’ so this genuinely shocked me #You like hearing what im up to… you like when i post life updates..???? #im glad its not annoying i was worried 😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 #;u; #this means so so much to mean seriously lol lifes been kicking my ass #thank u… :’’) #ask

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Thinking about someone who gets sneezy when they drink.

Just cute, giggly, sneezy, I cant

#🌱

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Caretaking that is casual. Caretaking that's domestic.

You're sick, but it's just a cold. You're exhausted and sleepy, but it's nothing too serious either, so there's no need to worry.

So you're on the couch, sipping tea, trying to read, ending up just lying there, huddled under your blanket, drowsy and halfway to sleep.

Meanwhile, your partner is sitting next to you, also reading. Or playing a video game while you are watching, blinking tiredly but happy to be entertained in this way.

Or it's your friends. They're chatting, talking about their days. Watching a film. All reading. Studying. Playing cards.

And you're just sort of... there. They ignore your sniffling, don't mind when you blow your nose. They don't think you're gross or annoying. Occasionally, somebody might walk by and absent-mindedly pet your head. Squeeze your shoulder. Without even really looking at you.

"You okay?", somebody says, half-amused, when you sneeze forcefully.

"Fine", you mumble, closing your eyes again.

"You want tea?", somebody asks, but it's just an afterthought. They were already on their way to get tea for themselves.

"You warm enough? Want my jumper?", somebody offers. But it's only because they just took it off since they felt too warm.

You're literally just... there. Like a pet. Still part of it even though you can't do much. And you're so happy to simply be around them, feel included. Know you are cared for even though the illness is not that bad. Know you are loved without having to do anything for it.

#i know ive rbed this before im rbing it again. because its one of my fav posts on here #casual caretaking is so fucking good #also the ‘like a pet’ gets me every time… #this is like the most non romantic form of love and domestic-ness to me ever. idc

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reblog this if you want anonymous opinions of you

#🥺 #if u so desire

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When someone has allergies, but they can't get their sneeze to come out...

Just constantly feeling that unbearable tickle in their nose, but maybe they're in public, or at work, so there's no opportunity to induce themselves... they just have to deal with that damnable, persistent, eye-watering itch all day...

Until they finally get home, their partner seeing their red, twitching nose and instantly knowing exactly what they need... taking the allergy-stricken partner's chin in their hand, they use the other to lovingly feather their nose, tickling gently as they coax out each and every one of their trapped sneezes... watching them hitch and whine, their chest heaving and eyes filled with tears... shuddering and sniffling as each loud, wet sneeze finally brings relief...

They tenderly wipe their beloved's irritated nose, kissing their forehead, their cheeks, their lips... sweeping them into their arms and tucking them into bed, safe and loved, they drift easily into restful sleep...

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Newly obsessed with the idea of two characters debating whether cold or allergy sneezes are stronger/more forceful. ✨️

Since I don't have any allergies myself, I've got to ask the allergy sufferers among us! Help a girl out?

#oh im curious on this #i wanna see the results but i dont wanna skew the results (doesnt rly apply to me) so im rbing it so i dont lose it lol

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i have been introduced to n4mari.

oh btw ive barely started dunge0n m3shi but i adore it. marc1lle is sooo cute i adore her

#I NEED HER SO BAD I FEEL DIZZY #SHES PERFECT #SHES SO PERFECT #HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLY SHIT #every time she speaks my throat goes dry im serious. shes perfect holy fucking SHIT #food dungeon #thats my tag #btw if u wanna mute it

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One thing that gets me about people who are sick/definitely coming down with something is that increased sensory sensitivity.

They’re having one of those days where they wake up in a fog. Their limbs feel impossibly heavy, but they have to go about their life as normal, since otherwise they have no symptoms of illness. They hope tha They’re on autopilot, feeling as if they’re being controlled by another entity and watching from a third person perspective. It’s that dissociation that happens when you’re entirely checked out due to how shitty you feel.

They’re making careless mistakes, zoning out, hardly aware of what’s going on, until they bang their knee on something. It’s not hard, it shouldn’t hurt, but it shoots waves of pain through their body, and it takes them a good minute or two to shake it off. The feeling of their feet hitting the ground as they walk is jarring with each step. The buzz of fluorescent lights overhead is deafening. The world is too bright, and their chair is uncomfortable.

As the day goes on, a dull ache starts behind their skull, which turns into a pounding pain that won’t stop. Soon they’re covered in goosebumps, they’re shivering and pulling their sweater close around them. Even the feel of the fabric against their skin hurts, it stings, but they’re desperate to warm up. Their face is losing colour, but gaining a sheen of sweat.

Finally theyre sniffling, starting to feel congested. Around this time is when they make more mistakes in their work, and receive a reprimand, gentle or harsh, but it unleashes an uncharacteristic rush of emotion as they admit that they really, really aren’t feeling good.

#Ahhhhhh #🌱 #<- this is so him sorry

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Mutuals jerk off while fantasising about me and report back to me about it in detail challenge 💕

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Weed gummy should cost 50¢ and be sold out of vending machines and at corner stores

#420

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i come bearing gifts in the form of two phrases:

"we need to go inside, i'm getting sneezy"

"ugh i think this is a culmination of allergies and whatever fucking disgusting illness i have"

#tags from last rb… i totallt get it #using a ‘fancy’ /professional word then following it by a swear… yea hot #🌱