#fall snz prompts

[selene-and-the-cold]

☕️ and 💧for Silas and Bertie?

Yesterday, I reblogged this great list of snz fall prompts by @buckysnose and was sent this great ask for Silas and Bertie.

Warm drinks ☕️

Sniffles 💧

I really loved the prompt combination, Kaze, and was excited to write for the two of them again. Thank you so much for sending this ask <3 I hope you'll enjoy this little ficlet.

These are my two Victorian-era- inspired OCs Silas and Albert. Their story so far can be read in Part 1 - Taking a Ride, as well as Part 2 - Taking a Rest. I am currently working on Part 3, but it might still take a while.

This little scene is set at some point after Part 3 of their story. It can be read on its own and I apologise for the title as well as for any mistakes because this is not beta-ed.

Warnings: two men in love, one of them with a cold, the other with a valet as cool as a cucumber. Nakedness is mentioned, but not explicitly described. And somehow they are drinking alcohol again. It seems to be their thing. Brief mention of naughty things done with a tasseled belt. And of course some snz.

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Frolicking (OCs, M/M, cold)

"I don't know what you were thinking!,"Albert chided, giving Silas a reproachful look as he hovered over him like an angry bee, then fussed some more as he pried the soaking wet coat off Silas' body. Silas just let it happen, trying his best not to exasperate his friend even more. He shivered slightly, even though Albert's rooms were nice and warm as always, but the damp fabric clung to his body like a second skin.

"Once again, I... hhhehhh... I do apologize, Bertie. It's just that I longed to see you tonight, so I decided to come over for a surprise visit*snnnffff* I meant to sneak in rather stealthily with the key you gave me. It was never my intention to cause any trouble.. and I certainly did not mean to compromise you by letting Barker witness my arrival. ” At that, Albert suddenly stopped the fussing, hands resting on Silas' drenched lapels as he eyed him confusedly. "Barker? Why on earth...?”

It took a moment until the penny dropped and Albert caught Silas' meaning. Apparently, Silas was worried he was angry with him because Barker had seen him enter. Usually, Silas was very good at entering the house unnoticed, but his sodden shoes and trouser legs had naturally drawn the valet's attention as they had made the most horrific noise on the tiles in the downstairs hallway, no matter how hard Silas had tried to slink soundlessly along the hallway.

“Ooohhh...! Oh no, don't you worry about Barker, that's not what I meant,” Albert reassured him, waving his hand dismissively. “Barker won't mind, he is very discreet. No, I'm talking about you, my love! Walking all the way here in the pouring rain! Look at the state of you!" Albert gestured, while Silas kept dripping water from every inch of his being, soaking the plush carpet in Albert's private sitting room. Albert was not wrong. Silas was in an absolutely awful state. The sudden downpour had taken him by surprise only a few minutes after he had left his own house for a sneaky, late-evening visit to his friend. Of course he could have turned around and gone back home, but he had longed to see his Bertie, and besides they did not live THAT far from each other, did they?

In theory, they did not. However, Silas soon found that the downpour was only getting worse and that the distance between their respective dwellings seemed to cruelly stretch out further and further the heavier the raindrops pelted down on him and his fashionable, alas regrettably thin coat.

So Silas had arrived at Albert's town house a dripping wet mess. Barker had met the scene with an almost blank, neutral face. Only the hint of a smile and the slightest twitch of an eyebrow had suggested Barker's real thoughts on Silas' late-evening visit long after respectable calling hours, as the valet had taken him upstairs to Albert's private quarters without as much as a word on why Silas was there. It had all been terribly embarrassing. "I'm sorry, Bertie, please don't be cross with me. I couldn't bear it... heehhhh....Hehh'dzSHhIew!!!" "Ah, there we go! Now you've caught a chill from frolicking around in the rain!" "I did not 'frolic' I was merely walk...wahhhlkhiinnn...Ngg'TSSHiih!! *snffff* Hell's teeth! Excuse mbe!" Silas had hastily ducked to the side to avoid spraying Albert with the poorly stifled sneeze, annoyed with his nose for its terrible timing. Albert just clicked his tongue and gave Silas a withering look. "See?! Quod erat demonstrandum, my love." "It's been only a few sneezes, Bertie. If anything it's a slight case of the sniffles, nothing more... HhEdzZsHIh!! TSSHHIhh!!! *snnfff*" he clamped a gloved hand in front of his face, barely covering the set of sneezes that shook his frame and sent droplets of water flying from his drenched clothes as if he were a wet dog. "*snnnrrff* So sorry.... As I said, it is merely a case of the sniffles. Do not fret on my behalf. You keep fussing over nothing, Bertie!”

“Why don't you let me be the judge of that?,” Albert retorted, sounding audibly piqued. The truth was that Silas had felt not quite like himself for a few days already. He had suffered from a terrible headache and an irritatingly sore about two days ago. The sniffling and sneezing had started yesterday evening and he had felt tired and cranky all day. If he was completely honest, he had felt miserable and craved Albert's sweet, loving embrace and kind eyes, hence why he had decided to venture out for this night time visit despite the adverse conditions. And now he had ruined their evening by getting himself all wet and Albert all cross with him. Tears of frustration pricked Silas' eyes, causing Albert's stern look to soften instantly.

“Come, Sy, let's not squabble about this. The most important thing is that you are here now and that we have to get you warmed up, my love,” he said softly, his hands rubbing Silas' arms in a weak attempt to generate warmth for his sogging wet partner. “We can't have you catch a chill! Now, you stay put here in my quarters near the fireplace, while I go downstairs and organise a few things. And for goodness sake get out of these wet clothes!," Albert chided, since Silas still stood in his wet shirt, waistcoat and trousers, having only shrugged out of his coat, which lay forgotten on the floor in a sorry wet heap.

Silas wanted nothing more than to lean into Albert, to have him close his arms around him and kiss his neck, as was Albert's habit. He was still far too wet, though, so instead of folding himself into Albert's embrace, Silas began to peel the sodden fabric from his body.

“I'll get you one of my pajamas and the warm golden-brown dressing gown,” Albert announced softly, then stayed long enough to ensure that Silas did in fact undress, before he left him to it.

Albert's bedroom was directly connected to his private sitting room, so Silas did his best not to sneeze in Albert's earshot. He could not help the waves of shivers running down his spine, though, and soon he was shaking like a leaf as he tossed one item of clothing after the other on the growing wet pile of fabric. It really was a shame about the beautiful carpet.

“Here you are, my love, you can slip straight into these once you're done drying yourself off. I brought you a towel as well, just toss it on the pile when you're done with it,” Albert explained, sweetly but efficiently, his mind snapping into efficient mode so it would not have to linger on the worries about Silas.

“Thank you, dearest. I am so terribly sorry to be such a burden to you.. Hehh'DZzzSHHI!!”

Letting the last bit of clothing drop onto the pile, Silas snapped forward with a pitiful sneeze that had him sway on his feet. Tears threatened to well up once again, when Silas was suddenly painfully aware of his own vulnerability as he stood there, naked and shivery, barely able to keep his balance in the wake of the sneeze. He blinked, trying to force the tears down, when he suddenly felt himself wrapped into a fluffy towel and Albert's warm embrace.

“Bless you,” Albert whispered softly, his lips mere inches away from Silas' ear as he was hugging Silas from behind, wrapping the towel around his shivering frame. “You are not a burden, Sy. You are a gift I intend to keep protected for as long as I can.”

He turned him around to kiss him, then. Long and slow – a silent promise.

When their lips parted, Silas had stopped shivering.

“That's much better, isn't it, Sy? Now you towel yourself off, slip into my pajamas and get comfortable on the sofa. I'll be right back with a little something to warm you up.”

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Some time later, Silas found himself bundled up in Albert's pajamas, the dressing gown with the tasseled belt, which Albert had once used to spank him, and a warm blanket around himself. Next to him on the side table stood a tray laden with the most delicious treats. It seemed that Albert had raided the kitchen for him, since there were biscuits, a steaming cup of tea, as well as another mug filled with a fortifying hot toddy. The first few sips had filled Silas' cold body with a heavy wave of warmth, and he had finally been able to relax.

He had taken quite a few more sips since then and thus felt a little drowsy, his cheeks red from a mixture of alcohol, the heat from the fire and the first licks of a burning fever. Albert sat right behind him on the couch, so Silas could rest against his lover's chest, his body moving softly with the rise and fall of Albert's breathing.

“And you are certain that it is no trouble if I stay here tonight, Bertie?,” Silas asked in a small voice for about the millionth time.

“Quite certain, Sy, my love. Besides, it is still raining outside and I won't let you ruin my dressing gown by frolicking around in the rain again.”

Silas rolled his eyes. “For the last time, I was not frolicking around! Hehh'TttssSHHieW!”

“Bless you~”

[glitterrosesnzz]

good afternoon i am here to drop off an extensive list of h/azbin snz 'prompts' directly from my Notes, cause i had to cut a TON of stuff out of my list of things to write (it was getting far too long) but i still felt like these Deserved to be seen and ive seen a few other people put up prompt lists so-

long explanatory ramble aside boom here's the list;

A/lastor, as we all know, HATES modern technology. what if... there was another reason he despises flash photography... (aka, photosensitive!A/lastor).

this is less of a prompt and moreso something i think would be neat to see... mayhaps, some S/era snzfic?? idk, i think there's potential there

L/ucifer being sick during one of the meetings at hell's Heaven Embassy.

V/ox vs A/lastor vs A/dam vs L/ucifer. i don't actually remember what this prompt was about i just think the four of them arguing ft. some kind of snzkink stuff going on would be really fun. bonus if at the start A/lastor and L/ucifer are arguing while V/ox and A/dam are Teamed Up, and then by the end A/lastor and L/ucifer are teamed up while V/ox and A/dam are arguing-

Initially, after falling, L/ucifer was allergic to more sinful/demonic stuff. As time went on these allergies faded, and he ended up developing allergies to more holy stuff. The existential/identity crisis he went through when this started to happen was intense. ft. L/ucifer sneezing fire for the first time and scaring the hell out of both himself and L/ilith

C/harlie was given some sort of allergy pills before leaving to Heaven, so that she wouldn't be bothered by all the holy stuff there. V/aggie didn't take any cause she believed she wouldn't need them. This was a mistake.

A/lastor with a dog allergy. C/harlie brings a hellhound (or something like that?) to the hotel. I don't think this one requires any further elaboration.

L/ucifer constantly wears this apple scented perfume/cologne for the Vibes. he's secretly mildly allergic/sensitive to it. (as in, it'll set him off when recently sprayed, but it's fine once it's Been a Bit. this usually adds an hour (or more) to his morning routine).

what. what if messing with A/lastor's shadow could make A/lastor himself sneeze. like as in, if A/lastor's shadow went over a dusty shelf or something, it'd make the shadow sneeze, which would then make A/lastor sneeze??? idk i just think it could be fun

idk why the idea of A/ngel Dust, H/usk, and C/herri bringing L/ucifer to a club only for him to either be a) hiding that he's sick or b) allergic to the drinks/a sneezy drunk (or whatever you call it?) is so fun to me but it IS

C/herri should be allergic/sensitive to smoke i think. i think that'd be really fun.

this one's just cause i think it's a funny scenario but; L/ucifer outright being allergic to soul deals-

A/ngel and H/usk feel the most like caretakers to me, so whenever they get sick, especially if it's at the same time, everything dissolves into chaos from everyone else trying to look after them

[bultaoreunheyyy]

The Smell of Flowers

Title: The Smell of Flowers

Word Count: 2328

Summary: Taehyung is sick sick sick and his bed desperately needs fresh sheets. Seokjin brings him to his own bed while he changes the bedding. It turns out Taehyung is allergic to the laundry detergent that Seokjin uses.

Sickie: Taehyung (flu, fever, nausea, allergies, snz)

Caretaker: Seokjin

A/N: I got the prompt from the double-whump prompts post, but it turned out to be way longer than a drabble so I’m posting it like a full story with a title and everything. Hope you enjoy :) 

Taehyung hates to feel hot. 

Being hot makes him grumpy beyond belief. If he could live in a world without summers, he’d do it in a heartbeat. 

Taehyung really, really hates to feel hot when he’s sick. He’s not sure if it’s the sweat or the fact that his face feels like it’s sunburned, but being feverish and sweaty and gross is the absolute most unbearable part of having the flu. 

He hasn’t left his bed in three days. He feels weak and miserable, plagued by congestion and a nagging cough and nausea. It’s the fever, though, that’s really getting to him, making him shivery and grossly sweaty and hot. His sheets are damp and his hair is greasy and even the soles of his feet are too warm. 

It’s sometime in the afternoon, as he’s contemplating how much he hates feeling hot, that Seokjin knocks on his door.

“Tae?” The door opens and Seokjin peeks into the room. “You awake?”

“Mm hmm,” Taehyung replies. He’s simply too hot to use actual words.

“Time for some more meds. I want to check your temperature, too.” 

“Hmph.” Taehyung already knows his temperature. It’s hot. 

Seokjin settles on the edge of the bed and pushes Taehyung’s sweaty bangs off his forehead. “You could use some fresh sheets,” he says. 

“Ngh.”

“Come on, you can sleep in my bed while I wash and dry your bedding.”

Well. If Seokjin is offering to do the laundry…

“‘kay.”

It’s a bit of a shaky journey from his own room down the hall to Seokjin’s room. Taehyung has to pause twice– once to cough so hard it brings tears to his eyes, and then a second time to lean against the wall for support when a wave of dizziness hits him.

“Don’t fall asleep like that,” Seokjin warns. 

Taehyung cracks one eye open and tries to look at him. The wall feels nice and cool on his cheek. It might not be all that bad if he falls asleep like this.

Seokjin sighs and then wraps an arm tightly around Taehyung’s waist, and it’s too hot. Seokjin is too hot. His body heat is too hot and he’s dragging Taehyung down the hall and it’s too much.

“Whoa,” Seokjin gasps. “Hold on, Tae. Don’t pass out on me. We’re almost there.” 

Taehyung’s legs feel like jelly. Everything is spinning and everything is hot. 

Seokjin deposits Taehyung onto the bed, finally, and it’s all uphill from there. Seokjin’s bed smells nice. His sheets are clean and dry and, most importantly, blissfully cool. Taehyung rolls onto his stomach, buries his face into Seokjin’s pillow, and promptly passes out.

When Taehyung wakes up it feels like his face is on fire.

He’s changing his mind that being hot is the worst thing in the world– because this actually is the worst. This, whatever it is, is so much worse than being hot. And he’s changing his mind about everything being uphill from here. Before he can register much though, he’s sneezing, throaty forceful sneezes that feel like his lungs are angrily trying to escape his body. His sinuses are aflame with the most irritating, burning sensation, something far beyond any tickle his nose he’s ever felt before.  

Seokjin runs into the room, alarmed by the sound, and stops in his tracks when Taehyung aims a mighty sneeze right into his pillow.

“Oh,” Seokjin says, breathless. “Ew.” 

Taehyung sneezes again.

Seokjin jogs back out of the room, returning quickly with a box of tissues, and then helps Taehyung sit up. He shoves a handful of tissues into Taehyung’s palm. He guides Taehyung’s arm up to his face. And Taehyung just lets it all happen, because he can’t control any of it himself, because he cannot stop sneezing.  

“Shit,” Seokjin hisses after what might be his seventeenth sneeze in a row. “What happened?”

Taehyung is pawing at his eyes and nose, but it doesn't do much for the terrible itch. It’s far too deep in his sinuses. 

“Are you–?” Seokjin’s eyebrows are sky high. “Is this—?” He’s gaping like a fish out of water. “Can you…stop?”

It’s almost funny. Almost, because Taehyung understands his concern, but at the moment he feels like it might not ever stop. He just keeps sneezing, one right after the other, with barely any time in between to suck in a shaky breath. He’s almost certain there’s snot all over his face, but now his eyes are feeling itchy too and everything is a little blurry, so he just closes his eyes and hopes the tissues are close enough to his face and lets the sneezes rip through him violently. 

“Yeah,” he manages to spit out after another fit of powerful, itchy sneezes. “I can stop if…if…” He can’t quite finish the sentence before he’s sneezing again. He sneezes three times, squints at Seokjin and sees the panicked look on his face, and then sneezes three more times.

Seokjin is gripping his upper arm so tightly Taehyung is pretty sure it will leave a bruise. “If what, Tae?!” He asks, desperate. 

Taehyung sucks in a mighty breath of air. His chest puffs out. His eyelashes flutter rapidly, his top lip curls up, and his eyes water. With the little bit of air he has, he manages to squeak out, “ifyoupinchmynose–” and then he’s sneezing again, too fast to count them and too hard to do anything but sit there and hope Seokjin will keep him from face-planting onto the floor. 

It takes Seokjin a moment to register the words, but as soon as he does he yanks a fresh tissue from the now nearly-depleted box, cups it over Taehyung’s burning nose, and squeezes his thumb and forefinger together as hard as he can. 

Fuck, it’s uncomfortable. Taehyung’s nostrils flare out, hard, like they’re fighting with Seokjin’s grip. He had no idea his nostrils were so strong. The tickle swirls menacingly in his sinuses, demanding to be released in a sneeze, but Seokjin’s effectively cutting off the air and its ability to escape and so the sneeze is held back. 

They wait. A full minute passes by. Irritated tears stream down Taehyung’s cheeks like a waterfall and drip into his lap. His eyes are burning and his nose tickles so badly that it hurts, and yet, Seokjin keeps pinching his nose shut until his breathing evens out and his nose stops twitching violently. 

“Are you…can I let go now?” Seokjin questions, reaching up to dry some of the wetness from Taehyung’s cheeks with his thumb. 

Taehyung nods and closes his eyes as Seokjin slowly, carefully removes his hand and the tissue. He doesn’t dare try to breathe through his nose, but he wants to sniffle so badly, and it takes every ounce of willpower he has not to.

“Fuck,” he pants out, congested and hoarse. “That was awful.”

“Yeah,” Seokjin huffs out in agreement. Taehyung has never, ever seen him look so helpless and unsure. “How did you know that would work?”

“I didn’t,” Taehyung croaks. “It just seemed like something I’ve seen in a cartoon before. Also, it’s not gonna last long–” He breaks off, chest shaking as his breath stutters in and out. “It’s not gonna last very long. I’m about to start sneezing again–”

He’s right. And he can’t stop it. He starts sneezing again, and while the sneezes don’t come as frequently as before, they’re somehow more powerful, scraping at his lungs and throat and leaving him out of breath. Fresh tears are streaming down his face and everything above his neck is itchy, but the worst part is how forceful the sneezes are. 

Up until this point, Taehyung had been so overwhelmed by the burning tickle in his nose that he’d almost forgotten that he’s sick, but now that he’s sneezing hard enough to burst a blood vessel he suddenly feels it all rushing back to him– the unbearable overheated feeling from his fever, the pounding headache, the ache in his lungs, the sore throat, and, most ominously, the nausea. 

He clutches his stomach with one hand and lets out a thunderous sneeze.

“Seokjin,” he warns. He can barely get the words out. “I’m sneezing so hard I feel like I’m gonna puke–” Another sneeze, so loud it leaves his ears ringing. His stomach lurches. 

Seokjin pales. He jumps into action. Standing, he pinches Taehyung’s nose, not as hard this time, but hard enough to momentarily stave off the sneezes, and then wraps his hand around Taehyung’s bicep and uses his grip to lead him towards the bathroom. 

Once they’re there, Seokjin opens the toilet lid and tries to ease Taehyung down in front of it, but Taehyung is not about to sneeze himself into a concussion by knocking his head against a toilet seat. He’d rather puke all over himself. Instead, he motions for Seokjin to let go of his nose, and he opts to sit on the edge of the bathtub. 

Seokjin takes a large step backward, but his hands are outstretched like he’s ready to intervene at any moment.

Taehyung cups his hands over his mouth and nose and starts sneezing again. 

When he’s done, he sucks down a greedy gulp of air and drags his wrist under his dripping nose. 

“That was ten times in a row,” Seokjin marvels. “I think you’ve sneezed a hundred times in the past five minutes.” 

“Impossible,” Taehyung replies, but then he sneezes twice more and thinks maybe one hundred isn’t too far off. 

“Here.” Seokjin places a pill in Taehyung’s palm that he’d apparently grabbed from the medicine cabinet at some point. “An allergy pill. That’s what this has to be, right?”

Taehyung shrugs, sneezes, and then pops the pill in his mouth and attempts to swallow it dry. He almost gags it back up, but quickly stands and rushes to the sink, turning on the sink faucet and sticking his head right under so he can drink from the stream of water. 

He sneezes three more times as Seokjin guides him back to the edge of the tub to sit, but they’re not as loud this time, like his body is too exhausted to keep going at such an explosive rate.

Seokjin wets a washcloth at the sink and kneels in front of Taehyung. He takes a deep breath like he’s trying to steady himself and presses the cloth to Taehyung’s red, puffy eyes. 

“So, looks like you’re having a pretty serious allergic reaction,” he says. “And I had no clue you’re allergic to anything.”

“I’m not,” Taehyung replies. “Well, I guess I’m kinda allergic to flowers.” 

“Kinda allergic to flowers?”

“Yeah,” Taehyung sniffles. His sinuses are still on fire, but how he’s all stuffed up. “Or maybe like, the smell of flowers.” 

“The smell of flowers?”

“Yeah. I don’t know. Flowers.”

“Okay. Which flowers?”

“I don’t know.” Taehyung sniffles again. “Flowers.”

“Wait,” Seokjin says, abruptly standing up. He hands Taehyung the washcloth so he can hold it himself. “My bed.”

“Your bed?” Taehyung asks, draping the washcloth over his eyes again. The cool cloth feels heavenly against his skin.  

“My detergent,” Seokjin continues. “I just started using a floral-scented laundry detergent. That’s probably what set you off.” 

“That explains why I was having a nightmare about roses attacking me with their thorns right before I woke up,” Taehyung says. “Fuck roses.” 

Seokjin snorts. “It’s not even rose scented. It’s like, lilies and fresh rain, or something.”

“Fuck lilies and fresh rain, then.” 

Seokjin sighs and drags a hand down his face. “Seems like the sneezing has stopped, at least,” he says, just as Taehyung lets out a congested sneeze. “Or at least, it’s slowed down. The bad news is that my bed smells like that detergent, and I’m currently washing all of your bedding with that detergent.” 

Taehyung moves the washcloth to the back of his neck, because even though his eyes are still itchy and irritated, it feels much better there to cool him down.

“What’s the good news?” He asks.

“The good news?”

“Yeah, if you have bad news, you have to have good news too.”  

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” Seokjin replies. “The good news was that your allergy attack is dying down.” 

Taehyung shakes his head. “Still feel like shit, though, so it’s not really good news, is it?” 

“Here’s some good news,” Seokjin retorts, moving close and reaching out to flick Taehyung on the forehead. He doesn’t land it, though, because he’s feeling too guilty and Taehyung really does look like he’s feeling like shit. “The good news– no, the great news is that you get to come cuddle on the couch with me now.” 

“You’re too hot, though,” Taehyung complains, but he stands and follows Seokjin out of the bathroom. He’s starting to feel drowsy, which he assumes is thanks to the allergy pill, and even though he’s still itchy and sniffly and congested– not to mention the nausea, which is still there, lingering just in the zone of not being a serious problem but still present enough to be uncomfortable– he could really use a long nap. 

“You don’t have a pillow,” Seokjin is saying as he arranges blankets on the couch. “So, until backup arrives, you’re gonna have to put up with using me as a pillow.”

Seokjin plops down onto one end of the couch, and Taehyung lies down next to him, stretching out and resting his head in Seokjin’s lap. 

“This okay?” Seokjin asks, rubbing Taehyung’s back. “Not too hot?”

Taehyung nods– or, he tries to, but his head feels entirely too heavy now. He can barely keep his eyes open, and as Seokjin rubs his back, he quickly drifts off into a space that’s somewhere between awake and asleep. He can hear a loud, low rumbling sound accompanied by a faint high pitched noise, and just before he falls all the way asleep he realizes it’s the sound of his own snores and Seokjin’s resulting squeaky laughter. 

p.s. “backup” is jungkook coming with unscented laundry detergent, seeing both seokjin and taehyung asleep on the couch, kissing the top of the heads and smiling fondly at them before going and doing all of the laundry in the entire house with his unscented detergent, and then starting dinner so that when they wake up they have food and clean sheets, and taehyung proudly tells jungkook he has a new allergy to “fresh rain” and seokjin actually flicks him on the forehead and yeah. but I didn’t fully write it out. just thought you should know. it’s a part 2 that will live in outline form for the rest of it’s days 

[nametakensff]

Steve and Eddie- 💦🤬⛈

Thank you for the prompt, anon! ❤️ Here's just over 6k of these dumb guys being in love

E/ddie is in a grumpy mood and hoping that his date with S/teve will cheer him up - but a sudden rainstorm and bout of insecurity might get in the way of that

(I kind of based this after this fic and before all my others where they've been together for a while - I still need to write a fic about them getting together in this sort of AU I've gradually created - but you don't need to read anything else though, it's ultimately just snz porn 😅)

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Content: M/M, Established (but relatively new) relationship, both S/teve and E/ddie have the fetish, E/ddie gets off to his own sneezing, pollen allergies, a LOT of mess (not too graphic but just in case!), blow jobs, cumming in pants, little bit of humiliation, just guys being dudes

CW: Just in case, characters feeling insecure about the fetish momentarily

NSFW, minors dni etc etc etc

“Heh-ENGXtchh!! NGXtchhh!! IGXT’chieww!! Ehdt’TCHIEWW!! FUCK, man…”

Eddie swiped under his nose for what felt like the fiftieth time since the start of this latest Corroded Coffin jam session. Gareth had closed the garage door for him in an attempt to fend off the offending pollen, but the damage had already been done – long before he’d even arrived, if he was being honest. These fucking allergies.

He pointedly ignored the somewhat wary round of blessings his bandmates offered. He was embarrassed as hell, normally able to stifle his hay fever into submission quite successfully if need be. He didn’t care so much about Gareth seeing him this way, not when he’d seen much, much worse over the years – but he didn’t feel like having a full-on allergy attack in front of anyone who wasn’t Steve right now, and even that was debatable. He cleared his throat and stood tall.

“Okay, second chorus, from the top!”

His voice broke slightly mid-sentence and he almost ground his teeth in frustration. This was a bad fucking allergy day. Normally he would have called band practice off with some half-assed excuse to avoid the aggravation. He should have learned about trying to suppress his sneezing for too long, especially after the recent humiliating debacle where he had what could only be described as a semi-nuclear allergic reaction at Steve’s house, in front of all his new friends. That everyone had been super cool about it, and that the discovery of his and Steve’s mutual fetish from that night had urged him to pursue the younger man, was irrelevant. He liked attention, craved it, but only if it was the kind that he cultivated willingly for himself.

Luckily, the sheer grumpiness he was experiencing today was somewhat working to curtail the inconvenient physiological response he was prone to after a consistent bout of sneezing. His cock was cowering away from him, not unlike the rest of Corroded Coffin, for which he was entirely grateful. Being in a bad mood still sucked - he took no pleasure in this moodiness. Tyranny was only fun if he was in complete control of his own emotions.

Gareth counted them in and they started up again. For about twenty minutes Eddie was able to forget his allergies and play for all he was worth. He’d been working on his vocals, trying his best to project from his diaphragm rather than screaming his throat sore, and he was thrilled to find that it was actually making a difference. He didn’t have that long to appreciate it, however, spinning away from his friends mid-song with a sudden wrenching gasp, falling into a fit of violent sneezes.

“IGT’TCHiewww!! Ehh’NGXTT’Chieww!! DZZ’Shieww!! HAGT’TCHieww!!”

They tickled so much his eyes swam with tears. They were also, to his chagrin, particularly high-pitched and desperate sounding. His cock twitched minutely for a moment in his pants and he blushed, hiding in his hair as much as he was able whilst his body spasmed under the assault. This was no good, no good at all. He reared back for the definitive sneeze of the fit, massive inhale stretching his chest to capacity.

“HEHH-ENGXTCHH’tsiewww!!!”

Holy fuck, that had been big. Not only that, it had been messy. He clapped a hand to his face to conceal the productive results, blush burning his cheeks. Still angled away from his bandmates, he fumbled for his bandana, cursing when he came up empty. Just his fucking luck. He sniffled reflexively, cringing at the thick crackling sound of it.

“Gross, dude…”

He span round immediately, anger and humiliation pulsing through him in waves.

“Why don’t you fuck off, Tim!” He spat, trying his best to look intimidating behind the hand clamped to his face.

“Oookay, guys, let’s take five, yeah?” Jeff sighed, placing his guitar neatly up against an amp before making his way into Gareth’s house. He slapped Tim on the shoulder, urging him to follow. Tim gave Eddie one last pointed glare before taking the hint and skulking off through the garage door. Eddie watched him leave, snuffling into his hand.

Gareth, who had silently watched the whole thing unfold from behind his drum kit, made his way over to a stack of shelves in the corner, retrieving a half empty box of tissues. He would never tell Eddie that he’d left it there specifically for him and that nobody had used it before or since the last time he’d been suffering with nasal difficulties at his house. He walked back over to his friend, punching him gently on the arm and pushing the box of tissues into his free hand.

“If I say ‘god bless you’, will you bite my head off?”

Eddie grumbled something that Gareth didn’t quite catch before turning around, balancing the box on his guitar and yanking a bundle of tissues out as best he could with one hand. The drummer gave him some privacy, mindlessly tinkering with the cymbals of his kit and trying his best not to wince at the incredibly thick nose blows that pierced the otherwise companionable silence.

The older man finished clearing out his sinuses as best he could and groaned. He hated losing his temper like that. Tim was right, of course – this was objectively gross, even if he would subjectively love to see Steve in the same state he was currently in. He leaned against the wall with his eyes closed, willing himself to lighten up.

“Bad allergy day?”

Eddie cracked open an eye and peered at Gareth, who was smiling with faux innocence back at him.

“Whadt tipped you off, Nandcy Drew?” He sniped, cringing only slightly at the additional Ds his swollen sinuses sprinkled into the sentence.

Gareth put his hands up in wordless surrender, smiling softly and deciding to leave it. Eddie was aware he was being handled like a recalcitrant beast with a thorn in its paw, and if it had been anyone other than the drummer he would have lashed out in response to the overcautious mollycoddling. But it was Gareth, so he merely closed his eyes again and listened as the drummer fucked around with various drum fills. He muffled another fit of itchy sneezes into a tissue, acknowledging the blessing from his friend with a nod.

“You seeing Steve today?” He heard Gareth ask after a beat.

“…Yeah. Unfortunately. I mean – because I’m – y’know.” Eddie gestured at his face.

“It’s no big deal, dude. He doesn’t seem like the type to care.”

Eddie knew that was an understatement. Steve fucking loved seeing him like this, and normally the metalhead would welcome the undivided attention and subsequent orgasms. But they were still so new, the pair of them – neither had been with a guy before (not that Eddie had really had much more experience with girls than a few drunken hand jobs at the senior parties he used to crash), and they were trying to take things slow. They hadn’t even formally named their relationship out loud, though it was obvious to the both of them this was far more than a mutual crush.

It wasn’t so much that Eddie wished they didn’t have this – shared interest, in sneezing. It was that he was painfully aware of how distracting he was being when he hung out with Steve. Sometimes he wanted to carry out a full conversation without sneezing himself breathless and leaving the younger man with a raging boner, driving himself wild in the process. Not that he could blame him – he’d just about lost his mind the first time Steve had sneezed against his neck, coming into the younger man’s hand in an embarrassingly short amount of time.

This allergy season had been so much worse than any other he could remember, and wondered if it had something to do with his stint in the upside down. It would be just his luck if all those nasty spores and particles had exacerbated his already impressive reactions to pollen. Even if it had been the catalyst to hooking up with Steve, even if he combusted with pleasure every time it earned him a blessing from the object of his desire, it was getting old, fast.

“Yeah, I know. But Tim is right, man – I’m gross. Sick of it.”

“Kid’s, like, not all there. I love the guy but he’s more than a little direct. You can’t take it to heart, man.”

Eddie nodded. He knew he was right. Tim was a socially awkward weirdo, the reason why they had all basically become friends in the first place. He was blunt, that was just the fact of the matter.

“Thanks, Gare. I just don’t want to fuck this up.”

“You won’t. I’ve seen the way Harrington looks at you – now that’s fucking gross. You googly eyed bastards eye-fucking each other, constantly. Yeah, don’t worry, he’s going nowhere.”

Eddie hurled a balled-up wad of tissues at him, laughing as he managed to hit the younger man square in the forehead and earning himself a disgusted shriek in response. He loved this stupid kid – he always seemed to know just what to say to cheer him up. He resolved to keep his temper for the rest of their jam sesh, nervously counting down the time to his date with Steve.

~~~~

He had to admit his low mood had at least been temporarily assuaged by the sight of Steve opening his door, a radiant smile on his face and visibly excited to see Eddie standing there. He drove the two of them out into a particularly scenic clearing he’d found in the woods – nobody else went out there anymore – and nervously laid out a ratty old picnic blanket and the food he brought with him. He felt pretty unoriginal, maybe kind of predictable, but Steve seemed thrilled all the same. Eddie’s cheeks hurt from smiling more in the past couple of months getting to know the younger man than he could remember ever before in his life. Maybe Gareth was right – they were googly eyed bastards. But no one else was around to see, so Eddie happily let Steve lay him down on the blanketed ground and suck a pattern of hickeys onto the column of his neck.

So far, his allergies were giving him minimal trouble. In the couple of hours after he’d woken up at noon (band practice was only at 1pm, so sue him), he’d been at his worst and taken a second round of allergy medication – probably just under the amount it would take him to get loopy off of the stuff. It had worked though, to a certain extent. He was still having little semi-regular fits of four or five, much to Steve’s appreciation, but it was just enough that he didn’t feel like a total mess.

He moaned as Steve sucked particularly hard at the junction of his neck and shoulder, vaguely aware of a creeping tickle lurking just beneath the surface. He sniffled and gripped harder at the fabric stretched over Steve’s muscular back, pressing his hips up against the thigh the younger man had lodged firmly between his legs. He continued to lean into the pleasure until the tickle proved too much –  it felt even stronger than before, buzzing insistently and with malicious intent. Fuck, yeah, he was definitely going to –

“S-Steve, mm’gonna-!! HDDZ’tschh!! Higxtt!! Heh’ENGXTCH’ieww! ‘Tssieww!!”

He rocked upwards with the force of them, attempting to suppress them as much as he was able. He aimed them over Steve’s shoulder, delicate clouds of spray misting the thin fabric of his t-shirt. His cock throbbed against the younger man’s thigh as his own legs reflexively squeezed around it, forcing a gasp out of him. Steve tensed before moaning against him, redoubling his efforts and sucking even harder.

“Bless you, Eds. You’re so allergic.”

Eddie felt his face pinken. It was everything he’d been fantasising about months – being with Steve, Steve getting off on him, getting off to his sneezes – but somehow, in this moment, he felt more insecure than he had since his gnarly allergic meltdown months prior. It was so stupid – that whole thing had more than proven to him that Steve didn’t find him disgusting, that he could actually be perceived as attractive even at his absolute worst. He should be fine. Why wasn’t he fine?

The confusion and discomfort brought back his sour mood in an instant, and he gently pushed at Steve. To his credit, the younger man immediately backed off, helping Eddie sit up, a broad hand supporting his back.

“What’s wrong, dude? I didn’t – I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, no, you’re good. It’s just-“

“Allergies bothering you?”

Eddie looked at Steve, saw the genuine concern on his face, but also the way his eyes lit up over the mention of his allergies. His stomach flipped. God, what was wrong with him?

“It’s – it’s not that. I mean, yes, but it’s – it’s-“

He groaned in frustration, gripping his head in hands and leaning forward so that his long tresses fell over his face. Steve sat back, giving him a moment to collect his thoughts. Eddie could practically feel the anxious energy radiating off of him in waves. He had to fix this. He couldn’t let Steve think he was the problem. But god, was he? He opened his mouth to speak, not knowing quite what would come out but willing to give it a try.

“I feel like – and this is gonna sound so strange – but like – maybe you like my – my sneezing, more than you like me? And don’t get me wrong, I get it, man, I’m into the same shit – fuck, you know that. I just – can’t be sure, when I’m having these – reactions, that you’re, you know, with me because you actually like – well, me. Umm…”

He trailed off, letting the meaning of his well-intentioned rambling sink in. It sounded ridiculous, and he cringed waiting for Steve’s reprobation. Instead, he felt Steve gently tilting his head towards his own, forcing him to look into his eyes. He looked painfully sad. Eddie opened and closed his mouth, his vocal tenacity leaving him as quickly as it had come.

“Do I really make you feel that way?” Steve asked in a small voice.

He looked so crestfallen that Eddie had the distinct realisation that this must be what it felt like to kick a puppy.

“Steve, I’m sorry – just ignore what I said, man, it’s cool.”

He watched as the younger man shook his head.

“No. I can’t ignore it. Oh, man,”

Eddie watched him run a hand through his perfect hair, a distinctly anxious gesture.

“I’m not good at this, dude. I’m not good at making people happy. I’m always fucking up but I’m never sure why, and then it blindsides me.”

Eddie shook his head. He opened his mouth, wanting to reassure Steve that he made him happier than anyone he’d ever met before, but paused when the younger man raised a hand softly, signalling to let him finish.

“I try my best to do what I think I should be doing, but no matter what, I’m always waaay off the mark. I know how to hook up with people, but actually getting them to stay is something I just seem to be incapable of.”

He looked at Eddie and smiled. It looked so weary that his heart skipped a beat.

“If I came across, like, overly enthusiastic about the f-fetish stuff,” He faltered slightly, starting to blush. “I’m so sorry. I’ve never been in this position before, and I thought since you liked it too, I didn’t need to hold back. What I mean to say is – I’m good with sex, that’s what I know best. But clearly I’ve done a terrible job of making you realise how much I like you. Because I do like you, man – haven’t felt this way since anyone but Nance, and even then – this is just – it’s a lot.”

Eddie nodded, watching him intently. Steve ran his hand through his hair again.

“Anyway, I just wanted to let you know I’m sorry. For making you feel like I was using you just for sex or to scratch some perverted itch. I’m not very smart. I mean, everyone knows that.”

“Steve.”

“And I’m not sure how to make you see that I’m pretty much crazy about you. I thought maybe if I just – showed you in the way I know best-“

“Steve.”

Eddie reached out for him and pulled him into a fierce hug. Steve practically melted in his arms, the emotional spiral Eddie had sensed building up blessedly abating under his touch.

“I like you too. A stupid amount. And I don’t think I did a very good job of letting you know, either.”

He pulled back to look Steve in the eyes.

“I mean, what gives, man? It sounded like you thought I wanted to stop seeing you, or something.”

When Steve gave an awkward shrug, Eddie’s jaw dropped open.

“Harrington, you cannot be serious. Tell me you didn’t genuinely think I wanted to end things with you over that pathetic little monologue of mine?”

“Like I said, man. I’m dumb.”

“Ughh, Steve, you need to stop with this low self-esteem shit, honey,” The pet name slipped out before he could help it, but it didn’t seem to bother the younger man, who snuggled even closer to him.

“How about this? I stop ragging on myself when you actually let yourself believe that I want to be with you for more than a gratuitous lay, alright?” Steve said, jabbing him in the chest with an outstretched finger.

“Ooh, big word.”

“Fuck off!”

Steve wrestled him to the ground, pinning Eddie onto his back whilst the metalhead laughed with raucous abandon. Steve silenced him with a kiss.

“I’m serious, Munson. Wanna be with you. And I’ll back off with the – the sneezing stuff, if you want.”

Eddie smirked up at him.

“Jesus, you’re cute when you’re flustered. And god no, please don’t stop! You’ve convinced me. You like me, I like you, grass is green. We’re both not very good at this. I think we should kiss over it.”

Steve smiled down at him and leaned in to resume their making out when Eddie felt the familiar plip of a droplet of moisture bursting against his cheek. He thought Steve might have actually drooled on him for a split second, when there was another small splash against his forehead. And another. And another.

He craned his neck back to peer up at the sky. Clear and serenely blue only minutes earlier, it was now brimming with chubby, grey rainclouds.

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me!”

And with that, the heavens opened up.

~~~~

Eddie was pissed. No, that was an understatement – he was livid. He hadn’t had the foresight to expect rain – a summer storm, a typical occurrence in Hawkins, and yet. He’d been so set on taking Steve on a traditional, normal date that he had effectively mentally eliminated any alternative outcomes to their outing other than a romantic little picnic in the afternoon sun, followed by cuddling and sex. Maybe escalating beyond the hand jobs they’d been trading, if they were feeling a little braver.

“God DAMMIT-!” He cursed as the rain seemed to pound down even harder. Luckily, they’d been able to locate a sheltered area on the edge of the clearing and duck into it before it really started to pour, escaping with minimal dampness. And it was warm, so at least they wouldn’t freeze. However, they’d abandoned the blanket and food in their single-minded urgency, realising only after they’d scurried well out of sight from them. His irritation at this mindless fuck up was only further stoked by the physical discomfort he was currently enduring. The way his wet bangs clung to his forehead felt disgusting; his sneakers were damp and his jeans clung to ankles. Alone, these sensations and gripes were inconsequential – but combined, they were a lethal mood killer.

He felt Steve reach out and squeeze his shoulder in consolation. When Eddie didn’t respond, staring moodily down at his own knees as he sat hugging them to his chest, Steve reached out and pulled him into a clumsy side-hug. The older man grunted, not thrilled about feeling even more wet fabric pressed up against his own sopping clothes, but enjoying the physical closeness nonetheless.

“You’re such a grump. A cute little grump.”

Steve murmured in his ear, sending shivers down his spine. Eddie knew he could feel the responsive trembling, lips curling into a smile against the shell of his ear.

“Come on, Eds. Compared to what we’ve both been through? This is nothing.”

Eddie sighed, finding that although his bitterness persisted, Steve’s presence was a welcoming distraction.

“Somehow, Stevie, that doesn’t really make me feel any better.”

“Want me to sing you a song? I do a really good Phil Collins.”

The metalhead snorted and butted Steve’s cheek gently with his own.

“You do not. I was present for that Karaoke fiasco, Harrington. Leave it to the professionals.” He jabbed at his own chest with a thumb.

“Whatever, man. You liiiked it.” Steve sing-songed against his jawline.

Eddie meant to respond, but was stopped dead in his tracks by the familiar but daunting sensation of an intensely allergic tickle beginning to culminate. He moaned, reaching up with a fist and roughly mashing his nose around, hoping to bully the urge into submission, but no cigar. He could hear the damp squishing noise his sinuses made, worrying his nostrils pink with the effort. He had forgotten temporarily that if anything seemed to aggravate his allergies even more, it was rain.

He glanced at Steve, already feeling his eyelids fluttering in preparation for the release.

“Hh-Hh!! Steve, really gonnnnaa-hah..!! Hh, Start sneezing in a minute, fuck….”

He took in the hungry expression on Steve’s face, the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. He managed a little smirk at the way Steve’s eyes flitted about his face, taking in his flaring nostrils one moment, his furrowed brow the next. He sniffled, more to watch how Steve would react, but then realising he was a lot stuffier than he had originally thought.

“Ugh, I’m probably gonna….make a hh-HH!! Hahh mess….”

He heard the soft sound the younger man made in the back of his throat, felt the way the arm slung around his shoulders pulled him incrementally closer.

“That’s ok, Eds. I don’t mind.”

“Mmm, I’m sure you don’t, big boy…Hh!!”

Steve blushed and shot him a bashful little smile. It was probably one of the cutest things Eddie had ever seen, and he suddenly felt just as shy as Steve looked.

“Can I…keep holding you? While you sneeze? Is that ok?”

Eddie pressed a pair of fingers under his flaring nostrils, temporarily abating the building tickle just enough to respond.

“M-more than okaayyy-HH!! Wanted that f-for-! Months, now!! Ohhh, Steve, Mm’gonna-!! Need’ta-!!”

“I’ve got you, baby.”

Eddie’s head swam at the sudden pet name, feeling as if he’d hurtled over the peak of the world’s tallest roller coaster. For a moment, the butterflies and giddiness threatened to overwhelm the need to sneeze, but as always, the tickle in his nose reigned supreme. He sucked in one final choppy breath before he was sent sprawling forward, helpless as the pollen teased him breathless.

“Hh-HHDT!! DZZSSHH’IEWW!! H’ENGXT’TCHIEEWW!! IGSSCH!! GXXT’Shieww!!”

He felt Steve pulling him closer, turning him effortlessly towards him so that he was halfway into his lap and sneezing towards his chest. Each sneeze felt as if they only exacerbated the tickle, leaving him gasping, tears starting to spill down his cheeks.

“HIGG’Shiewww!! EhhHDT’Tchieww!! IGXXT’tsieww!! HHhohh my godddDXXSH’Ieww!! Hahh!”

Everywhere Steve touched him, he burned in exquisite agony. His nostrils flared in and out as the tickle toyed with him, breath hitching dramatically. He knew he was making a scene; knowing that Steve was hanging on to his every gasp and sigh made the experience all the more pleasurable. His cock throbbed in his jeans.

“EHH’GXXTT’SHIieww!! HGSHHH!! GSHHH’ieww!! EHH’NGXTTtchhh!!”

His nose was running down to his top lip now, dangerously close to overflowing. He reached up with a shaky hand, intending to cover, but felt Steve grasp him by the wrist and gently lower it again. By this point, the younger man had shifted him to sit completely in his lap, and as Eddie hitched towards another round of impossibly tickly sneezes, Steve gently pressed his head down to lean against his shoulder. Eddie gripped frantically at the cotton of Steve’s shirt, grounding himself, before sneezing violently down and across the younger man’s chest. He could hear Steve mumbling reassuringly to him throughout.

“Holy shit, Munson, Bless you – Bless you! So tickly…It’s okay, I’ve got you. You sound so good, Eds. So hot. Fuckkk….Bless you, bless you!”

Eddie’s face was burning, both with the effort of the overwhelming reaction to the pollen and the intoxicating pleasure his own sneezes sent pulsing through his body. He would rather someone else sneeze, but damn if his own didn’t get him going when they rendered him a helpless mess like this. His cock twitched with every expulsion, the releases that burst out of him sending pleasant shivers rippling from the base of his skull to the tips of his fingers and toes. Steve’s breathless encouragement only intensified the experience for him.

“hh-HH-HDDT-!! HIGGG’TSHHIEWW!! TSSHIEWW!! EHHSHHH’IEWww!! ENGGXTCHHH!!!”

He felt mess burst from his flared nostrils with that last body-crunching sneeze, sending twin tendrils hanging over his lips. He felt Steve wipe most of it away with his bare fingers, and the kinkiness of the gesture made his hips buck. And still he sneezed.

“GGGSSHH’IIEWW!! Hh, HEH!! Heh’EGXTT’SHieww!! HNGXTCHH!! GXXXTT’Shiewww!!”

Finally, it felt like the tickle was cresting into a definitive, final explosion. He moaned, not sure if he could handle something of the magnitude the building sensation promised, but all the same he was gasping, head jogging against Steve’s shoulder, back expanding within Steve’s embrace. He hitched once, twice, three times before the sneeze held him on the edge in a silent grimace – and then he was lurching forward, almost sending the pair of them sprawling backwards onto the forest floor with the force of it.

“HEEEIHHHH’DZZZTSHHIEWWW!!! Hahhh-!”

He panted, nuzzling his nose against Steve’s shoulder and wrapping his arms round his waist. Dizzy and exhausted, he slumped against the solid weight of the younger man, luxuriating in the aftermath of that all-encompassing fit. He was painfully hard now. He felt Steve stroking his hair and rubbing his back with broad, open-palmed strokes. He opened his bleary eyes for the first time since his fit had begun, previously unable to do so under the persistent assault.

“Jesus Christ…”

He muttered under his breath, taking in the extent of the damage he’d caused. Steve’s baby blue shirt was almost transparent where it clung to his chest, saturated with the result of Eddie’s impressive allergies as it was. There was further mess dripping slowly downwards, gluing the shirt to his abdomen as it sunk into the fabric. He tentatively looked up at Steve, not quite knowing if he had crossed over the delicate line of sexy to disgusting. One quick glance at the former jock’s ruined expression was all it took to reassure him that he was still very much securely in the sexy camp. He smiled coyly.

“Told you I’d make a mess.” He sniffled for emphasis and rubbed his runny nose against Steve’s shoulder until it sported twin damp patches.

Steve kissed into his hair, and Eddie noticed that he was panting too.

“That was – amazing. Holy shit. I mean – wow!!”

Eddie laughed fondly at how winded the other man sounded, more than a little pleased with himself. It felt so good to sneeze as hard as his body desired, and to know that he was turning King Steve on by being a sloppy, allergic mess was more than a little erotic. He felt like he’d come with just a few brisk jerks of his cock.

“Mm’glad you liked it.” He giggled shyly, a little loopy in the aftermath of it all.

Steve lifted his head up gently by the chin, scanning his face with eyes full of emotion.

“Are you okay?? Fuck, that was so intense. Your allergies, man….”

Eddie nodded.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I mean, you heard me – before, at your place. It can get a little – ridiculous, if I’m not on top of medication. Or when I’m outside in the elements. Or when it rains – god, especially when it rains!”

Steve laughed.               

“Yeah, man, I see that now.” He reached down to touch the slick fabric of his shirt. Eddie didn’t miss the way his breath caught as his fingers slipped over it.

Emboldened, he wiped his nose roughly along the back of his hand and a little further up his arm, grateful to be wearing a sleeveless shirt, before gripping Steve by the collar and pulling his head close.

“Want me to get you off, Harrington? Want me to make you come all over the forest floor?” He murmured against Steve’s lips.

Eddie was expecting a moan of some kind, but not the half-strangled groan that Steve emitted, reaching up to cover his burning face with a broad, tan hand. Confused, the metalhead reached down to grip Steve’s erection – finding a distinctly soft cock and a huge wet patch spread across the mouth-wateringly tight Levi’s that the younger man favoured. He gaped, eyes round in surprise, and stared at Steve in a look of silent amazement. Steve peered at him through the protective cage of his fingers and moaned again.

“I – it’s because – you were so-! And I-!”

As Steve flailed and spluttered, a grin spread wider and wider across Eddie’s face. Holy shit. He had made Steve motherfucking Harrington come in has pants, untouched. He had done that. Holy shit.

“Stevie, did you jizz in your pants for little old me?” He drawled, delighting in the deepening blush that spread all the way to the tips of the younger man’s ears. He leaned forward and gently bit one, feeling the heat of the blood radiating from the delicate skin.

“…Yes. I did. I swear, I’m not-! This hasn’t happened before. You’re just…so hot,” Steve admitted, leaning into the tiny kisses that Eddie pressed along the bridge of his nose and the apples of his cheeks.

“So sensitive, Stevie. I like that.”

He kissed Steve firmly on the mouth, both of them moaning at the sensation of Eddie’s slick nostrils and cupid’s bow pressing up against Steve’s own nose. The older man gasped at the sudden grip of Steve’s palm cupping him through his jeans, thrusting into it instinctively. He was about several pumps away from coming into his pants himself when Steve released his hold. Eddie whined, his hips chasing the receding hand in vain. He looked up at the younger man impatiently.

“Can I suck you off?”

Eddie’s mouth dropped open. He hadn’t been expecting that. But the answer was an absolute, resounding yes.

“Please,” he whined against Steve’s mouth, feeling the younger man smile before starting to push him back onto the soft grass and up against the roots of a tree. It wasn’t the most comfortable position in the world, but the desire he felt for Steve eclipsed the minor discomfort. He watched as Steve eagerly unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock, pumping it softly but firmly enough that Eddie’s head knocked back against the tree trunk with a gentle thunk. Steve paused for a moment.

“I should, uh, say – neither of us have been with guys before, so – this is my first time giving head. Sucking cock, I mean. I’m sorry if I’m not all that good after talking such a big game about sex before.”

Eddie let him finish, nodding his head.

“Well, Steve, rest assured that no matter what you do to me, you and your mouth have the unprecedented honour of taking my oral virginity. So go wild, honey.”

Steve blinked at him.

“Really?! You’ve never gotten a blow job before, not even once?”

Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Now I know it may come as a total shocker to the likes of you, pretty boy, but being the leader of the Hellfire Club and resident freak didn’t exactly leave me swimming in pussy. You’re my first almost everything, basically – or the only person that ever mattered.”

Steve started to jerk him off again.

“Aww, Eds…”

“Don’t patronise me, Harrington, I swear to god.”

“Sorry. Let me make it up to you.”

And with that, Steve took his cock into his mouth and sucked hard. Eddie groaned, reaching forward to grip gently at Steve’s hair but stopping just short, hands hovering in question. Steve peered up at him before guiding his hands to rest on his scalp.

“Just don’t pull hard, okay?”

“ohhh-kayy-ee!!” Eddie whimpered as Steve began to suck and lick him in a punishing rhythm, using one hand to jerk the rest of his cock he couldn’t fit in his mouth. The older man’s eyes rolled back into his head, once again thunking gently against the tree. Steve was a god damn natural. It felt just as good to have a mouth round his cock as he had imagined, moreso, even.

He panted, expression twisted in ecstasy, and looked down the length of his body to watch Steve work. They locked eyes, Eddie unable to look away as Steve’s head bobbed rhythmically, looking prettier than anyone had any right to as their cheek bulged with cock. He wouldn’t last – it was so good, too good, and he was already so on edge.

“God, Stevie, think you're gonna make me come already…! Oh god, oh fuck-!!”

Steve moaned, the vibrations travelling down Eddie’s cock and wrenching a keening wail from him. His eyes scrunched shut, mind replaying the intense sensations of his sneezing fit, the way Steve had held him, the way Steve had actually come in his pants over Eddie spraying him with snot – these pleasurable thoughts combined with a particularly strong suck against the head of his cock pushed him over the edge, coming with a wordless groan. The pleasure was intense, his strongest orgasm in a while, leaving his toes curling in his sneakers. When it finally subsided, he could only moan stupidly, fingers flexing in Steve’s hair.

He felt Steve pulling off of him, and watched as he spat a mouthful of cum onto the ground beside them. Eddie grinned goofily at him, endorphins overloading his system and making this sight far funnier than it should otherwise be.

“You’ll let me snot all over your chest, but you won’t swallow my cum?”

Steve shot him an overly dramatic look of disgust.

“You need to work on your diet.”

Eddie kicked at him feebly. Steve gently tucked him back into his pants and zipped them up.

“So…was I any good?” He grinned in a way that showed he knew just how well he’d done.

“You know you were, asshole. Are you sure that’s the first cock you sucked?”

“Well….I managed to reach the tip of my own with my tongue, one time.” Steve said nonchalantly, pulling Eddie upwards into a sitting position.

“Ha! Better than I managed. Almost threw my back out, and for what?” They both laughed at that.

“Hey, rain’s stopped!” Steve blurted out so suddenly Eddie nearly jumped.

“Shit, finally!”

Eddie made his way to his feet, shaking slightly as his legs were still a little wobbly in the aftermath of his first blow job ever. Steve stood up beside him and slapped him on the back in that distinctive fashion that all jocks and former jocks would continue to do for the rest of their lives.

“Let’s go find the stuff and then we can head to m-my place…Hh!!”

Eddie’s ears perked up immediately. He spun round and watched in delight as Steve barrelled forward with a sudden harsh triple, aimed haphazardly into an upraised elbow.

“HARRESSSHHIEWW!! AESSSHHHUU!! HHRRRSHHH’UU!! Ugh, god…’scuse me.” He sniffled and gently swiped under his nose with a crooked finger.

Even though he was still practically reeling in the aftermath of the orgasm he’d had not minutes earlier, Eddie’s spent cock gave an appreciative little twitch at the spraying sound of those powerful sneezes.

“Bless you, Stevie. Your timing is a little off, but I’ll take it.”

Steve laughed and nudged him gently with his shoulder, looking even more pleased with himself.

“The damp’s getting to me a little. Come home with me? It’s warm and we can…clean up.” He gestured towards his ruined t-shirt.

“Yeah. I’d like that. And Steve?” Eddie said as they made their way towards the clearing.

“Mmhm?”

“I think I want you to come in my mouth next.”

Steve yanked him forward by the wrist, breaking out into a half-run and slipping haphazardly on the wet grass, and Eddie laughed until tears pricked at the corner of his eyes.

~~~~~~

(Idk why I always write Steve cumming in his pants lmao.....he just looks like he would to me😤)

[aller-geez]

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Nearly 3K words, RemixLevi snzfic with Remi as the sneezer bc obviously I’m a little bit partial 🫠🫠 Pls enjoy 🖤 would love feedback if you have any! 😭🤧

I’ll Make You A Deal…

A RemixLevi snzfic 🖤

“Remington! What the hell!?” Levi shrieked in frustration as he stormed in from the kitchen, waving around a few different food items in each hand and flinging droplets of water everywhere as he did so. The leopard was greeted by a very lethargic looking wolf who laid stomach down on their shared bed, his mouth hanging open slightly as his dull green eyes remained locked on the screen of their tv and the Xbox controller already clacked away loudly in his hands despite it being 9 am. Both Remi’s eyes and his nose were rimmed with the same matching red, moisture glistening from his septum as he gasped out ragged breaths from his spot the bed. With a liquidy yet unproductive sniffle, the large man finally paused his game to look over at the cat with an eyebrow raised.

“What’d I do?” Remi asked in a low, hoarse voice.

“Did you forget to close the fridge last night after you made your late night snack?” Levi crossed his arms across his chest as he waited patiently for his mate’s reply, almost like a mom after receiving a bad report card.

The wolf visibly thought for a second, trying to imagine himself making his toasted peanut butter and jelly sandwich at 2 am the night before, although everything was pretty fuzzy. Drinking the entire bottle of NyQuil to finally be able to sleep through the constant buzzing in his sinuses probably wasn’t his smartest idea; although he did finally manage to fall asleep afterward, so the canine couldn’t complain too much. “Uh, I don’t remember?”

Levi held the items in his hands out in front of him, waving them around a little with a frustrated scowl. “No, you left it open all night and now all of this food we bought for this whole trip is spoiled!”

A flash of guilt passed over the large man’s features, and he sighed softly before muttering a couple of deep, chesty coughs into his balled up fist. “I’b sorry, Levi, that’s by bad.. I guess it’s doordash for the week, huh?” Remi offered, hoping to try and make a little light of the shitty situation he caused.

Levi gasped and shook his head quickly, a look of horror on his face at the thought of Door Dash for every meal for the next eight days, when they had a perfectly good kitchen to cook in right inside their bus. “Ummm.. no.. we’re going to find the grocery store and get FOOD.”

“Levi, combe od..” The wolf nearly whined, suddenly looking equally horrified thinking of having to be anywhere around people right now in his current condition. As if on cue, Remi’s chapped, dampened nose twitched to life, the tickle quickly becoming too intense to ignore and he could only duck his head down towards the bed weakly. “Hh'IISHH! —hd’ISCHhh!! —h’dtTISHh!!”

A mist of contagious droplets coated the bedspread in front of him, the wolf was left sniffling thickly while scrubbing at his septum with an index finger knuckle. “Nngh. How the hell are we godda do that? Just drive there and park our giadt blue bus in the parkigg lot?” Remi slowly began to rise to a full sitting position, and once he sat on the edge of the bed, his long fingers snatched a few tissues from the box on the nightstand. With a thick gurgle, the wolf drenched the ball of tissues in his hands in one blow, grimacing before tossing it in the trash can and clearing his throat.

“There’s one not super far from here, but I can’t read the directions at the same time as watching the mountain roads..” The leopard thought out loud, taking a second to ponder, before his face lit up mischievously. “I know! Since you left the fridge open all night, your punishment is giving me directions~” Levi giggled with a cheeky grin, sticking the tip of his tongue out towards the very unenthusiastic wolf.

“Levi.. you kdow I dod’t feel good..” The canine whimpered with a defeated exhale, the other’s stern parental -like expression softening slightly when his icy blue orbs met with Remi’s dim green ones.

“I’ll make you a deal.. If you can help me with the directions there, I’ll go in and do all of the shopping and you can go back to bed, okay?” The leopard offered with a gentle smile, to which Remi shrugged his shoulders with a quick eye roll.

“Fide.. But I’m goidg to be extra addoyidg..” The wolf chuckled softly, but his laugh was quickly cut short by a deep, painful coughing fit that echoed through the small living space. Once able to catch his breath, he pulled his hood over his head and came to his feet. Remi managed yet another sigh, and Levi rolled his eyes playfully at how dramatic his mate could be for such an otherwise extremely intimidating guy. The two made their way up to the front where Remi lazily plopped himself down in the passenger seat, and Levi shimmied his way into the drivers seat, keys in hand.

“Here, I pulled it up on my phone already, just tell me as the turns come up?” Levi smiled graciously again towards his mate, passing him his phone with the screen already open on the route. Remi took it, leaning back a little in his seat to try and make himself more comfortable for the 20 minute drive, sniffling sharply against one of his wrists. “Nnngh, my dose is so stuffed up..” He complained hoarsely, to which Levi passed him a quick, empathetic expression.

“I’m sorry love, I’ll get you some more NyQuil at the store if you take it how it’s supposed to be taken..” The cat chuckled breathily, slipping the keys into the ignition and turning them. The bus engine roared to life, and Levi rubbed the steering wheel gently with a smile. “Good job May, let’s get going!” He cheered happily, quickly clicking his seatbelt on. With an almost inaudible grumble from the wolf, they were off.

Only a few moments after leaving the gravel road of the rest stop they had been staying at, the bus finally made it to the main road, coming to a full stop at the stop sign.

Levi took the opportunity to turn to his mate to make sure he was still paying attention to navigating as the other had a habit of getting distracted, but was met with the wolf’s fluttering eyelids, and quickly flaring reddened nostrils that gleamed with moisture. Before words could come out of the cat’s mouth, Remi pitched to the side, one arm weakly lifting towards his face in a half assed attempt to cover his sneezes, although he failed miserably.

“hh'IETSH’UE! HI’DTSCHIEW!” The wolf sneezed harshly into the open space of the cab, spraying not only himself and the air around him, but even Levi was a casualty, placed perfectly in Remi’s ‘Splash Zone’. Without a word, the cat swiped away a few particularly large droplets that had landed on his arm, although he was used to it after being with the large, immune deficient man for so long.

Remi snorted thickly, before scrubbing at his nose in quick, circular motions, a soft clicking sound echoing loudly above the low hum of the vehicles engine as he did. “Nnngh, by bad..” he grumbled again, finally able to focus his eyes on Levi’s phone.

Seeing Remi relax once again took some of the edge off for the leopard, exhaling silently and looking back towards the road with a smile. Pushing forward, they traveled onward for a bit, before the wolf cleared his throat suddenly.

“Turdn left odn Naglee Road up here.” He instructed, looking up at Levi to see that he had heard him. The smaller man nodded with a grin, thankful Remi wasn’t too preoccupied to get them lost, and did as he was told. The bus cruised around the corner smoothly, and the map on the phone in his large hand updated accordingly.

The wolf attempted to snort back some of the congestion that was beginning to make his face throb, although at this point, it was pretty much useless. He whined softly, pinching just under his bridge piercing as another tickle began to bloom deep within his sinuses. Every sneeze felt like it would make his head pop with the pressure, and he REALLY wanted to go lay back down..

Suddenly, Remi’s mouth began to curl up into its own mischievous smirk. To be fair, he told Levi he would be extra annoying if he had to be up here.. Why not make it fun?

Sniffling softly a few times to tease the building tickle from his nose, the wolf wouldn’t have had time to cover even if he wanted to with how fast it completely took over.

“—HEH’TXSSHhh’ih! Hd’IZTSSHHhhh’ih!” The two forceful sneezes tore from the large man’s throat, a large cloud of contagious mist filling the space between them again, and coating the other’s freckled arm. When Levi’s eyebrows furrowed to try and concentrate more on the road, Remi’s smirk got a little bigger. Even someone as sweet and patient as Levi was had to have their breaking point, right? Anyone else would have already been done with Remi’s childish behavior.

Snuffling wetly, he leaned back in his seat again, this time with his sock clad feet up on the dashboard, to which Levi gave him a quick side eye. The wolf grunted, slipping them off again and thumping back on the bus floor.

“What’s the next turn?” Levi asked over his shoulder, clearly unamused by his mates shenanigans.

“Turn right on Belbourde Street in a half mile.”

“On.. what street?” Levi questioned, his eyes flickering to his mate’s face for a second before returning to the road in front of them.

“…..Belbourde.. Bel—“ The congestion behind Remi’s eyes continued to increase, leaving all of his words rounder than intended, and he sighed in frustration. “BMELBORNDE” he barked finally, crossing his arms in front of his chest with a self conscious huff, and Levi couldn’t help but laugh gently.

“Okay baby, we should be almost there. I think there’s one more turn off after the Melbourne exit.” The white haired man smiled, quick to reassure his mate, despite how much of a brat he’d been. But then again, that was just who Levi was.

The wolf huffed again from his seat, coming to the quick conclusion that the extra 10 minutes he would get if he was told to go lay down now weren’t as worth while as he thought, and the canine gave up the grocery sabotage entirely.

Again Levi turned the bus around the next corner with ease, driving the huge vehicle expertly around the tight, windy roads down the mountain a little ways, seemingly in his element as he remained completely focused on the task at hand. After a second, the cat waved one thin hand out towards Remi to get his attention again. “Hey, the last turn off shouldn’t be too far off from this one.. what’s the name again?”

The wolf blinked towards Levi for a moment, his brain fighting for its life against his raging fever that flushed his cheeks and forehead, but he slowly began to register the question he was asked. His dim emerald eyes shifted down to the leopard’s phone screen that sat face up on his lap, squinting to try and read the words through his double vision. When he still couldn’t make out the number or the name of the exit, Remi began to get frustrated again, swiping the phone from his lap and bringing it up close to his face.

“Oh, found it..” he mumbled, Levi passing him slightly anxious glances as more and more exits began to fly by their window.

“Okay, it’s.. Hehh..” The canine’s breath snagged sharply, the intense buzz within his nose returning full force.

God, his nose tickled SO damn badly…

As his thick eyelashes began to flutter ever so slightly, he quickly clamped one large hand over his nostrils to squeeze them shut with a loud squelch , although his breath still hitched helplessly while his jaw hung very slightly slacked.

“Hiihhh.. it’s.. f-fuck.. hhheh—hold on..” Remi’s eyes began to water from the effort it took to fight off such an intense tickle that was burning white hot within his quivering nostrils, although still trying his best to do what Levi had asked of him.

Levi’s gaze flashed back and forth between Remi, and the road, even attempting a quick snatch of his phone from Remi’s otherwise occupied hands, but he was unsuccessful. “Rem!” The cat grumbled loudly.

“Th—huhhh.. The n-nehhhh..” the wolf gasped, raising one finger to point out of his window at a passing sign, and Levi thankfully was able to catch a glimpse of it before it flew by their vehicle.

“I turn off on Pacific Road!?” The leopard raised his voice a little in a panic as the exit sign got closer and closer.

The wolf couldn’t do anything other than nod exuberantly, afraid of the repercussions that would come from removing the hand he had pinching his nostrils closed, but as Levi whipped Maybelle around the corner to be able to make the exit, Remi’s hand slipped from its position in order to brace himself on the door of the bus.

As soon as the fresh air flooded into his reddened, sensitive nose, he gasped an enormous breath of air into his lungs, trying to mentally prepare himself for the hammer to the temples.

“hih’AESSSHH’ue!! HA’AETTCCCHH’uh! Hihhh— hiiih’AETTCHH’uh!! Hhah’AETTTSHH’uh!” Remi sneezed so loudly that the bus windows shook, his poor nose desperate for a release, one way or another and eardrums be damned.

The smaller man let out a startled squeal as the whole right side of his body was sprayed by the canine’s mess, flashing a look over at the disheveled wolf riding passenger who was still frozen in place. Both hands were in front of his face, and his long body was doubled up on itself, hugging his own knees with his feet planted on the floor. Remi dared not move, dared not even breathe lest his nose might have something else to say about it. He stayed frozen for so long, that when the leopard finally pulled into the parking lot at the local grocery store a minute later and carefully brought the bus to a stop in one of the parking spots, the wolf still hadn’t even picked his head up.

“Rem? You okay? Those were some pretty big ones..” the leopard’s eyes were filled with concern for his mate as he stretched out one thin freckled hand to rub his mate’s shoulder gently.

Remi opened his mouth to reply, but the scratchiness of his voice overwhelmed his already sore throat, plunging the weakened man into yet another thick, chesty coughing fit that made him tremble slightly from the force. ‘Nnnngh…” the wolf whimpered after a few seconds, followed by a loud snort that still did almost nothing for the congestion packed into his raw sinuses. “Okay.. I gave you directiodns, and dow we’re here… I’b goigg back to bed dow..” he nearly whispered, his head completely reeling and every inch of his body pouring sweat.

The leopard’s face was taken over by an empathetic, caring expression as he eyed his sickly mate, nodding his head in agreement. “Of course baby, thank you so much for your help. Go ahead and go get comfy in bed, and I’ll rent us a couple Redbox movies, and get us some lunch, okay? If you want, I can even rub some of that vaporub on your chest if you think it helped last time?” Levi leaned down to kiss Remi’s very damp forehead, and the wolf sighed happily this time, his gaze slowly raising to meet the icy blue pools of his mate’s.

“I definitely won’t argue with you.. that all sounds so nice..” the large man’s voice was breathy and exhausted, followed by a few loose coughs that didn’t make it out with the others, and a forceful, deep snuffle as he ever so slowly rose to a standing position. As the canine trudged weakly back to bed, he turned just in time to catch Levi as he was pocketing his wallet right before heading out the door.

“Don’t take too long, okay?” Remi called out hoarsely in an uncharacteristically needy tone that made the leopard’s heart almost explode out of his chest with pure love and admiration for the big wolf.

With a thoughtful smile, Levi nodded as he quietly pulled open the door of the bus, the crisp early afternoon air caressing his face as he stepped out. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Acushla…”

The End…

Thank you so much for reading if you made it this far, it really means a lot to me! 🥺🖤

Hope you enjoyed my snz-y, needy boy as much as I enjoyed writing him 🥺

[thekinkyleopard]

Insatiable

Based off a Prompt

A Remi x Levi Non-Canon Snz Fic

Special Geezie Request

LONG

⚠️Content Warning ⚠️

Snz, Mess, Spray, Smut, Rough Sex, Contagion

Author’s Notes: Tis another Geezie request special ya’ll 🥵 This fic was inspired by @victoriablackrose with a slight twist. Levi does not have the fet, Remi does, but Remi is the only one who fits a rich and powerful character who is prone to sick. 🥴 I’m sorry to those of you disappointed by how long this will be but I promise I stuffed it full of good shit and lots of love so please enjoy. 😊🫶🏻

Description:

Remi is a successful autobody shop owner, he worked really hard, and his shop is the absolute best in town, no seriously he's put half his competition in the ground. This is because the wolf expects nothing less than perfection, and competence from his entire team. Five stars on yelp for that very reason. So much as one screw loose and you're going to have to face an irate Remi, something no one wanted to do on any given day.

He ran a tight ship, but he hired the best of the best which meant, his presence in the shop was less and less needed. Financially, they were doing incredible, he was able to maintain what he had to for the business, as well as pay his employees a good wage including benefits, and he could do the thing he loved the most, take care of and spend time with the love of his life, Levi.

This time he'd booked a very special trip for them, it was going to be amazing. He had rented a private Island along the coast of Bora Bora. However, the week before, was proving to be an entire nightmare. Two mechanics called out sick and one had a family emergency, all with plenty of proof to provide the incredibly stressed man. It was fine, his employees needed to take care of themselves now, so they could return when he went on vacation. Fruits of his labor....fruits of his labor.

Surprisingly, he managed walking out of the week alive, though it was leaving him feeling incredibly, burnt out. Like a crispy chicken. However, he was in Bora Bora now, lounging on a beach towel in their own private paradise wonderland with a full staff to wait on them hand and foot.

"Isn't this wonderful?" Levi asked with his face illuminated by the rays of sunshine basking down upon him, enjoying the environmental ambience of ocean waves and gentle breeze.

"This is exactly...Hh'..." suddenly feeling a burdening sting in his nostrils, his throat getting tighter and his chest feeling heavier.

"Rem?" Levi looked over, lifting his sunglasses above his head to get a better glance at him.

"H'TscHU!" The wolf sneezed openly in front of himself, his body lurching forward from his towel, now in a sitting position. "Fuck...snnff” he sniffled, rubbing his nose against the back of his hand.

"Oh no, are you allergic to something out here?" The leopard now suddenly looking around anxiously at any new flowers, or maybe animals that had crossed their path, not even considering his walking virus catcher of a boyfriend may be sick, again. Remi shook his head slowly back and forth suddenly feeling the mind numbing pressure in his cranium forcing itself to the surface.

"N-No...I think it's just...passing through don't worry.." he sighed softly rubbing the sides of his clammy temples.

"O-Okay, honey.." Not entirely believing that for a second as he watched Remi’s features fall into that familiar state of sick he’d seen so many times before. However, running with it anyway, just to see how it would progress. Having SOME faith in the wolf's ability to identify his own needs. "Well, I'm going to grab you some water, and me a cocktail, I'll be right back.." Levi went to stand up before the man gripped his wrist forcing him back down in the space next to him.

"Babe, don't get up, we're here alone, we have staff, raise your hand up...watch," he explained confidently before raising his arm and waving his palm about loosely. In record time, a handsome young man appeared out of nowhere, dressed professionally in a white shirt and black pants, carrying a tray of drinks.

"Good afternoon, Mr. R-Remi and Mr. Levi. M-May I offer you some refreshments?" The man's voice was smooth as silk but shaky with nerves, his smile warm and welcoming. Despite the trembling in his knees from the sheer presence of the business owner.

Remi nodded, "Yes. Water," his voice stoic, his tired emerald orbs gazing lovingly at his sunbathing leopard. He did absolutely adore the way he looked out in the tropics. No shirt, that freckled pale skin in the sunlight distracting him at every turn, and always wearing some sort of colorfully printed pattern swim trunk. Absolutely tasteful...and he was going to get a taste, full.

"Of course, sir." The man handed him a glass of water with a shaking and nervous hand, snapping Remi straight back into reality, taking it, he shook his head gently, the server now turning to Levi.

"And for you, sir?" clearing his throat before hand, extra emphasis on the respect towards the scarier man's date. Suspecting instinctively it wouldn't go well for him if he was providing anything less than excellent service to the two.

Levi smiled tenderly, "I'll have a Mojito, please." now sighing with contentment as he laid back down, comfortably in the sun. It wasn't too hot, and it definitely wasn't cool. It also wasn't often they got to spend time out in the sun since they had bought their home in Alaska. A breath of fresh air for them both.

The man bowed slightly, "Right away, sir." And just like that, he disappeared as quickly as he had appeared.

Remi sighed, feeling grateful for the staff's efficiency. He took a sip of his water, feeling the cool liquid soothing his parched throat. However, the sneezing fit wasn't going away. If anything, it was getting worse as he felt his sinuses beginning to congest. He knew he had to do something about it before it ruined their entire vacation.

He stood up, feeling the sand between his toes and began to walk towards the water. Levi looked up at him curiously, "Remi, where are you going?"

"I'm going for a swim. Maybe the salt water will help clear my head,” He gave him a reassuring smile before taking his leave down the sand shore and throwing himself into the sea. Levi wasn't complaining, he liked to see water cascading down the man's toned chest, his wet long hair sticking to his neck. He shuddered in anticipation.

As Remi swam around for a few minutes before diving deep beneath the water, he felt the salty sea rushing through his nose and sinuses, causing him to sneeze uncontrollably while down under. "PlfPhtB! Pl'fPhtbB!" A mist of bubbles releasing around him and floating up to break at the surface. But to his surprise, with each sneeze, he felt himself clearing up.

He emerged from the water, feeling refreshed and much more stable than he had going in, his sneezing fit now subsided for the moment being. His body glistening in the rays of the sun. The leopard took this moment to sit up properly and get a good look at his boyfriend coming up to the shore. He whistled suggestively at the man wiggling his thin white brows at the object of his desires. “Feeling better, hot stuff?” He may or may not already have gone one and a half mojitos deep while the wolf had taken his time for a swim. He had told the staff member to keep a full drink in his hand any time he saw him without one. Needless to say, Levi was already feeling pretty light headed and loose.

Remi grinned, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks as he walked towards the ogling cat.

"Much," he smirked, Levi's favorite half toothed grin, long fingers reaching out to run his fingers through the leopard's hair as he closed in on their space. "But I think I need more than just a swim to clear this ache inside me,"

Levi giggled flirtatiously, leaning up to kiss Remi deeply on the lips. Their tongues wasted no time reuniting with their familiar fleshy counterpart, swirling in a rhythm of passion. Remi eagerly returned each hungry advance, deepening the kiss as he pushed Levi onto his back in the sand.

Their bodies intertwined as they continued to kiss, hands exploring every inch of each other's skin. Levi moaned softly, feeling the heat of Remi's wet body pressing and dripping against him. The cool droplets hitting his chest making him shudder. He could feel his own arousal growing, aching for more. Remi's body increasing in temperature for more reasons than the obvious one at current. He was still feeling out of touch with his health, the aching in his head now a throbbing motion, but god..his little kitten just tasted so good...he needed to have him. He would just have to hold it in.

Remi broke the kiss, trailing hot, wet, open kisses down the cat's neck, nipping at his skin with his teeth, leaving behind marks of various sizes against the pale flesh. Levi moaned louder, body expanding and contracting in a rhythm only his mind can understand. His lips parting as he breathed out and then as they meshed together, he breathed in "God, Remi..I want more of you," he whispered almost helplessly, his voice heavy with desire.

Remi reached down between them, his hand gently moved over the firm flesh, matching the rhythm of his body against Levi's hardening member through the fabric of his trunks. "I can feel that," he growled into his ear, adding a hard squeeze that made the smaller gasp. "But first, I need to take care of you..."

Remi gently traced his tongue over Levi's body starting from his neck, down his clavicle, then reaching his delicate budding nipple, feeling it harden and peak under the touch. He traced his teeth across the edges, running his tongue over one of those pink waiting areolas and enjoying the soft moan that filled the open tropical space around them. His hands roaming over the other's smooth chest and stomach.

Levi writhed beneath him, his body trembling with need, his pale skin glistened with the warm humidity of the tropics. Sweat beads upon his brow before being washed away by the gentle breeze. He panted rapidly with each pressing movement, his chest rising and falling beneath the larger man. His ocean eyes half lidded, staring at the photographic sky above him. His mouth parted, breathing heavy.

Remi, descending furtherly, eager to get a taste of his beloved as his nails trailed hard, heavy, deep claw marks down the leopard's delicate sides. This eliciting a drawn out moan from the small man below. "Remi..." he breathed out, his voice hoarse with passion, "Please.."

"Please what?" Remi's voice was low and husky, his deep emerald eyes gazing back at Levi through his eyelashes. He made sure his smile was showing through in his voice, he was so in love with his kitten, and wanted him to know that.

Levi bit his bottom lip, blushing lightly as he turned his face away, "Please…Sir..." answering pathetically. Remi grunted low in his chest inhaling sharply through his slightly still stuffed up nose, he liked the way it sounded. The way Levi's moans echoed through his voice. It was like nothing else he heard, his absolute favorite sound in the world. Enough to keep him distracted from the worsening conditions that were waiting for him under the surface of lust.

"Hmm, come on kitten. You can do better than that..." His teeth gently grazed Levi's delicate hip bones, leaving little blood blisters along the boundary of his V lines to mark his territory. The leopard's swim trunks were sitting dangerously low on his haunches. So low one could see the start of his pubic bone. It was driving the wolf absolutely wild.

"PLEASE, Sir...I want to feel your m-mouth on me...Please...I don’t want to wait anymore..." Levi continued. The words fell out of his mouth in a rushed mess. His eyes shut tight, expecting the wolf to devour him at any moment.

"Oh, tell me all about it, baby…" Remi chuckled darkly sliding his tongue across the top row of his teeth, "Mm, Just as I thought..." he hissed lowly under his breath as he slowly peeled the leopard's swim trunks down past his length.

Levi's eyes shot open as he spoke, "What, what did you think?" but before he could continue he was cut off as the wolf's mouth descended upon the head of his erect member.

"Mmmmm..." the larger moaned softly, savoring the flavor of his kitten. A flavor he loved beyond belief, could never get enough of. He groaned in pleasure as he felt Levi's length fill up his mouth. He had a deep urge to swallow the boy whole. He knew he wouldn't be able to with the persistent burning in his throat, it would be too much despite his abilities in different circumstances. But he could at least do his best.

Levi could only moan in relief at the sensation that traveled down every cell in his body, his toes were curled into the sand and his back was tingling with an electric voltage that could not be stopped. The feeling was almost too much to bear. Remi's lips wrapped around his shaft, and his teeth grazed across the sensitive skin, giving a slight sting that went straight to Levi's gems. His eyes rolled back as he moaned. "G-god..."

The wolf's tongue caressed the sensitive organ, lapping up the leaking pre-cum with each flick.

Levi's body arched in pleasure as Remi's tongue began to trace around the head of his erection, licking away the pearly white liquid. The wolf groaned, this ignited a primal need deep within him to consume the kitten. His desire to taste every inch of him was overwhelming and he wanted nothing more than to take him in one fell swoop. His tongue explored Levi's length, sucking hard as much as he could. The cat’s cock pulsed for release inside the man's throat, when he was suddenly pushed full hilt.

This would have been fine, had the length of it not tickled the back of his throat the way it did. Remi gagged once over, pulling himself up, the leopard found this reverberation of sound, extremely erotic, unaware that his mate was actually suffering in this moment. 'Don't do it Rem...keep it together...' he coached himself internally as his tongue continued to work circles around his lover's aching shaft, but his nose still tickled.

Remi with all the mental strength he could muster, continued to push it down, trying to keep himself from ruining the mood, his nose felt like it was going to explode. He breathed in and out deeply, hoping to push out the urge before he could do anything that would ruin the moment, but the more he fought it, the stuffier his nose got, the harder it was to breathe. Groaning deep from within the pits of his chest as he slipped up the other's leaking tip, sucking at a pressure, that proved to be too much.

It was going to come out whether he liked it or not. Just as he thought he was winning the battle against his sensitive nose, he pulled up from Levi's cock with a swift movement and an almighty "Hah'TSCHUU!" escaped from his lips and sent wet droplets of saliva all over Levi's cock.

The wolf quickly pulled away, embarrassed at what had just happened. He wiped his nose and face with the back of his hand and tried to apologize but it came out in a barely audible stutter. “S-sor-..”

"Shh...M'ere," the slightly intoxicated cat whispered, his hand finding the back of Remi's neck and pulling him in to a deep and lust-fueled kiss. A moment of tongues clashing, and mouths sliding together in a messy and needy rythmn, the leopard pulled away just slightly, their foreheads pushed together, his own face wet from contracting the other’s sneezy mess. "That...actually felt really fucking good..."

A tinge of arousal shot up Remi's toes straight to his groin, the little cat thought that....felt good? He liked his blow out? That was surprising, but absolutely delicious news to hear in his throbbing, hazy head.

"Still want me to leave you breathless?" Remi asked, his voice was low again, rough as it pushed through the chords, his lips brushed past Levi's like a soft breeze of wind, panting tenderly amongst each other. The wolf could still feel that hot pressure pushed to the surface of his skull but attending his mate was so much more important than that.

Levi nodded, his reply was simple but filled with desire, "Yes..." he whispered past the man's ever ghosting lips, his hips adjusting in discomfort as his needs increased and as Remi's mouth found it's way to the cat's sensitive neck.

"I'll give you what you want..." Remi muttered, his tongue hungrily exploring every inch. Savoring every taste. His breaths were ragged, messy, it drove the leopard wild with each huff felt across his flesh. Levi's hands quickly snaked their way into the wolf's hair, his fingers curling in to tangled knots as he moaned delicately out loud, his body squirming beneath Remi.

He bit down slightly on Levi's neck, his teeth digging into the skin, drawing a few trickles of crimson and leaving a large hickey. The wolf needed to mark his territory, always, without fail. His teeth pulled back over his tongue, dragging the skin along with it, as he let it slip loose from his jaws. He then licked the area where he had just bitten, savoring Levi's salty taste before kissing it softly.

The action alone caused Levi to all but collapse. His body writhing against his lover's movements, while his moans became more and more desperate with his increased arousal. He knew exactly what was to come, and he knew it was going to drive him insane. A smile split across his face as he felt Remi's lips against his neck, he took a strong inhale of the leopard's skin, relishing in the scent of him, but his nostrils still begging for an ounce of comfort. His breathing hitched, and his chest rose sharply with every tickle that crawled up his nose. "H'h..." he tried to pull away, but the smaller, only pulled him in closer.

"I want to feel all of you..." Levi whimpered loosely, sending a jolt of excitement down the wolf's loins. Did he mean..? He very much did, the smaller was so deeply entranced by their encounter, and desperate for the raven haired man, he didn't care what kind of attention it was, as long as it was on him.

Remi let out a soft, and deepened moan, his tongue flicking over the leopard's skin until it settled on the sensitive area of Levi's throat. His breath was hot and raspy as he stuck his tongue out to deliver one last kiss before allowing his head cold to have the ultimate say, "Hh'itsshhih! Hah'TSCHU!" sending the wet particles of spit all over Levi's neck that trickled slowly downward against his chest.

Levi only responded with a low moan, pressing into the mess but never fully releasing him from their embrace. His hands still locked in Remi's hair as he tilted his head over and met the wolf's glassy green eyes with an expression that could only be described as pure lust. "That felt so good…" he purred, licking away some of the saliva that lingered upon the wolf's lips, before lightly pressing their mouths together once again. In between a slurry of passionate tongues, the raven haired man could be heard with little wet sniffles as his hands explored down the cat's thin body.

Levi's own hands slipped to the wolf's already strained swim trunks, the fabric fighting against the unfastening as his fingers worked to tug it down. At long last it gave way and Levi had what he was looking for. The wolf pressing urgently against the smaller's warm palm, as it rose with every rough breath Remi could muster.

"Hih'ITTSCHU!" He cried out in another fit, his nose twitching against the crook of the younger man's neck, his tongue flicked out the corner of his lips, as if he was trying to fight against the urges within his sinuses, but they were too strong. Remi's entire body shook and convulsed as he let out a deep raspy, "Hh'itsshhih!" His entire face pushed forward as his nose leaked against Levi's pale freckled flesh, who's movements on his cock only seemed to increase. Soft fingers encasing him, and massaging him.

"God bless you, baby...." responding breathlessly to the fitting wolf. The sensation was too much for the Leopard, and Levi's breathing quickened as his hips began to undulate in time with Remi's explosions. His body becoming ever more aroused as it responded to the wetness that trailed down his chest. He began to beg pathetically "Please, Rem...I need you," his voice echoing inside the ravenette's pounding head from the sheer amount of desperation. He wanted nothing more than to feel the wolf all over him once again, pushing against every inch of his skin until he was completely satisfied. In an unorganized rhythm, Levi continued to pump and squeeze at his lover's aching, large length in his shaking palm.

Remi groaned, his sensitive nose was making it impossible for him to immerse himself within the pleasure of his mate's hand, but Levi's pleas were just as hard to ignore. Reaching over, the wolf took a firm hold of Levi's hip to pull him in closer to stop the overwhelming pleasure from becoming more than he could take, his words coming out wet and sex crazed, “Yes...” He grunted, the wolf's voice was strained and tight, like he's trying to hold something back from escaping. He was.

“Don't make me wait anymore...” Levi's voice soft and sensual as his cock throbbed against the open tropic air, trunks still pulled barely below his ass. Remi swiftly overpowered the smaller, forcing him onto his back in the sand.

Remi had been beaten. He didn't have it in him to speak, instead he let his tongue trail languidly from his lips and down the length of Levi's stomach. His arms were on either side of Levi's head as he allowed the older man to lead their dance and with a swift yet gentle shove, he ripped the rest of the man's trunks off with his teeth.

Remi's tongue pressed into the skin of Levi's now peach fuzzed pubic line, as he traveled down and began to work on teasing the smaller length, "H'h..." hitching his breath over the sensitive flesh, allowing the feeling of his oncoming eruption to consume him. "H'Hah...." a slight pool of saliva dripping from his tongue down Levi's waiting cock, his cheeks flushed vermillion.

"Hah'TSCHHUU!" letting it all fly forward and completely coat the cat's waiting member, who, with the feeling of being soaked caused him to push his hips up from the sandy ground to try and elect further sensations out of the wolf's mouth.

"F-Fuck..." Levi whimpered, tossing his head back and forth from the overtly erotic stimulation.

A few droplets of the salty fluid dripped off of Levi's engorged cock and down onto his stomach, which the wolf began to lick away at eagerly, sloppily he moved to suck the cat's tip in rhythm with his tongue. His lips formed a tight seal around Levi's shaft which left the man to believe his brain was about to explode. Remi’s head was bobbing back and forth, side to side, in circular motions that his mouth performed strategically well.

"H-haahh!" the smaller cried out, his whimpers echoing through the private beach as his heart raced and his body ached for more. He could feel his length getting harder, and the longer Remi licked him, the closer he was to orgasm. "It's...too much," he whispered, his moans coming out in ragged breaths as he felt the man's tongue swirl around his cock.

Remi snaked around the exposed flesh, running it's course up and down the shaft as his lips sealed around it once again. The wolf pulled back, allowing just enough of the cat to slip out of his mouth before he dove in for more. With each pull Remi took on Levi, he could feel the man's body tremble beneath him with pleasure that was too much to contain. "I’b gonna dhow you, doo mud," voice stuffy from his previous fit.

Remi smiled wickedly, knowing what Levi needed- a deeper satisfaction than what his tongue could provide. He placed both hands onto Levi's thighs and pushed them up towards his chest, spreading him so wide that the wolf could have full view of the opening between his legs and exposing him fully to himself. Spitting one time onto the area in wanton lust with the excess amount of saliva collecting under his tongue, Remi shifted himself up until their bodies were finally aligned, his cock fully erect outside the hole of his trunks - letting Levi know how badly he wanted to be inside him now.

With a single thrust, The wolf forced himself inside the cat's tight walls, pushing his hips forward as deep as he could go. Remi groaned with each pass, marveling at the feeling of Levi's wetness surrounding him and squeezing him with such pleasure that it nearly made him lose control. He grabbed onto either side of Levi's thighs and began to fuck him violently, almost desperate- pushing himself further and harder into the man below him as his own orgasm loomed closer.

"F-Fuck me," Levi cried out in a strained voice, shivering from pleasure even as Remi continued to pound into him relentlessly. His entire body was shaking now, arching up into the wolf with each stroke as if begging for more even though it felt like he was about to break apart from the intensity of it all.

Remi felt his own claws digging into Levi's flesh unconsciously- gripping tightly onto the smaller man's legs, keeping them firmly pushed against the cat's chest, but as deeply invested in his orgasm as he was, Remi couldn't hide the fighting battle inside his sweating body. It didn't matter though, Levi was past the point of finding a limit and the wolf knew deep down he could use the man like his own property, even like a tissue. As the wolf hovered over the mess of a leopard, he allowed the breath in his throat to stutter and hitch, his face pulling back, eyes squinting from the brightness of the sun. It was any minute now, a thin line of drool falling down the side of his open maw.

"H'TSCHU!" He sneezed atop his lover, a misted cloud of sick falling over the man. Levi jolting at the sudden action, eyes widening in shock as he watched Remi's head whip back to face him again. His mind raced with desire, the feeling of the wolf atop him pushing him closer and closer to his own climax.

What snapped him out of it was not what was happening between their bodies, but instead the sensation of a few drops of saliva that had been released from Remi's sneeze landing on his mouth. Without a second thought, Levi parted his lips slightly and sensually lapped up the stray beads.

The sight of this sent Remi over the edge as he increased his thrusts even more violently now- "Jesus fuck..." swearing lewdly at the scene, as he felt himself come closer and closer to orgasm. With one last powerful thrust, striking Levi against his prostate in one aggressively fluid motion, they both cried out in equal pleasure. Remi busting his seed inside of the trembling cat, while he painted the majority of his own pale freckled chest.

"H-haa," Levi gasped, his white and black hair now covered in a fine sheen of sweat as he panted loudly, his voice broken up as he attempted to catch his breath. He reached down with his hands to pull Remi's hips close to him, causing him to fall forward. Their lips met in a lazy and messy fashion, tongues crashing against one another.

The cat had his arms wrapped around Remi's shoulders now slinking his hands together behind him, kissing him deeply as the wolf returned with equal lust and passion. After a few more heated moments, the wolf pulled away huffing desperately to catch his sanity.

"God, you're rather insatiable today aren't you?" Remi chuckled generously, still panting from his orgasm. The symptoms of his current state falling back to the surface after having been subdued by their moment of passion. His face was much hotter now with the added circumstances, unable to make out whether or not that insistent warbling was a sound being made around them or just inside his own head.

Levi huffed out a short laugh, "You have no idea...You were rather busy this week...I missed you..." his head falling back against the sand as they spoke.

"Mmmm," Remi smiled, rolling off of the cat and laying onto his side beside him, watching as Levi did the same. "I'm sorry, I just had a lot on my plate with the call outs," the wolf sighed shaking his head and laying his hands onto his face to shield his aching head from the blinding rays.

"It's all right!" Levi spoke still in the same cheerful fashion he always did, turning to face Remi with a much more flirtatious look on his face. "You made it up to me now...I'm not mad anymore..."

"OOOH, Okay," Remi laughed, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he reached over and ran his fingers through Levi's hair. "I see you," narrowing his watery swollen eyes in a playful manner.

"Yeah and I see YOU...clearly have a cold coming on...again," sticking his tongue out at the larger of the two who sniffled in persecution, before the leopard reached over and gently rubbed and squeezed his neck.

"I know! I know....I think it's leisure sickness...I may have over worked myself, and now our vacation is ruined...." feeling a bit down on himself for allowing his health to come second to the business.

Levi’s thumb pad rubbed small circles around the flesh of skin on Remi’s neck. “It’s not ruined, my love, even if I spend the whole time taking care of you..It’s always worth it spending time together,” he purred suggestively, leaning forward to plant a heated kiss against his boyfriend’s chapped lips. He sniffled against the cat but still gave as much passion as he received.

“That so?” He asked in a breathless whisper against Levi’s mouth.

“Mmmm definitely…” responding as their foreheads slid together intimately. Hesitantly, Levi pulled back and sat up, he looked around and decided maybe he should get the wolf back to rest up a bit. “You wanna go back to the room?” Looking over with excited cerulean eyes. He loved the beach shore they had to play on, but, he would like to get the sand out of his ungodly places as well as spend more time in their gorgeous bungalow.

“Yeah…be nice to lay down on a bed for a bit…” he mumbled pushing the back of his hand against his sore, and still wet nostrils. Being under the sun with an already growing temperature, was probably a bad idea…and having sex on top of that.

Levi was the first to take his stand, extending his palm out to the other, using the bulk of his own strength to help Remi back to his feet. “Come on, let’s go…I’m due for another drink anyway~” he shook his hips with a giggle, the large man chuckling through his nose and rolling his emerald orbs. Once back on their feet, they fixed their trunks back on after shaking out all the sand.

“Mmm, oh?” Remi laughing once again, knowing exactly where this vacation was going if Levi planned to keep on the cocktail train, shaking his head as they helped each other through the sand. The wolf following the cat back to their temporary humble abode.

It didn’t take too long for them to get there, but as soon as they opened the door to their bungalow, the larger felt a wave of illness wash over his body. He stepped further into the room, trying to fight the spinning and pounding against his skull, taking notice of the beige walls that contrasted against dark wooden furniture and linen bedding. An air conditioner blew cool air from one corner while the shades were blocking out the bright sun rays coming from outside. "Man...just not being surrounded with blinding sunlight alone feels so much better..." he sighed, noticing some relief behind his aching emerald orbs.

Levi giggled in response, but hopped past him, quickly making his way over to an already made drink that was sitting on the coffee table between two white wicker chairs. “Woah! Look at this- A giant fishbowl!” he murmured with wonderment, pointing out to a massive round glass filled with a tropical alcoholic concoction and several different fruits coming out of it.

Remi walked closer to inspect it himself and laughed softly before shaking his head again in amusement. “God damn that's like 4 drinks in one....might want to be careful before I'm peeling you off the floor..."

Levi laughed and looked over to him with a smirk, taking a gulp of his drink before making a pout. “I can handle it! Besides, I’m sure you can catch me if you need to...you're a big strong man.” sending off a wink of his playful ceruleans as he chuckled, Levi finally taking another big swig of the cocktail and settling it back into place. Feeling that continued looseness he had been buzzing off earlier.

Remi rolled his eyes with an even wider smile before he shook his head and fell onto the bed. His face felt hot and tight against the pillow as he tried to fight off the growing tickle inside his nose, feeling like sand may be stuck up his nostrils. “Hah-h..aha...there's no way in hell I'm catching you if you fall off more than two drinks," he replied struggling to keep the mess at bay, laughing between each tickle that threatened to make him sneeze again.

Levi looked over quickly at Remi's sudden laughter, his expression turning from amusement to concern as he noticed the wolf still looking rather uncomfortable in his own flesh. "Seriously though, honey, are you okay? Do we need to pack it in early?" Remi shook his head swiftly.

"Nonsense, I'm sure I'll feel better tom-....H'ITTSCHU! Hih'TsscHIEW!!" He sneezed twice into the open air in front of him on the bed. His body convulsing, every muscle flexing to the surface, which the little leopard took much note in. He wasn't usually the one to be so turned on by his lover's sickness, that was a Remi trope, but with the mix of tropic air and these delicious beverages, it was all so enticing.

"You know what might make you feel better? A nice dip into the jacuzzi later tonight, Once the sun goes down," Levi suggested walking over to his mate's bed side, running his thin fingers through the man's sticky black threads.

"Hah...ha...thats...thats a...good idea..." he snuffled and hitched, his chest arching and flexing against the bed. His whole nose ached with stuffy ick, making it impossible to breath through his irritated nostrils, his jaw slacked as he breathed deeply through his mouth.

"For now maybe...take a bit of a nap? You'll be feeling right as rain in no time." Remi nodded his head slowly, groggily, the sandman already threatening to take over. "Yes...maybe a nap...is what I need right now...Hih'iitsCHUU!" he murmured before it was swallowed by a room echoing sneeze, spraying a mist around the two of them, it caused his nostrils to drip and he groaned drowsily, swiping the edge of the blanket against his messy, wet face.

“Oh, Acushla..." he whispered the Gaelic endearment, while he rubbed at the wolf's forehead softly, cursing himself for not having brought any medications.

Levi watched him quietly for a moment, smiling at the peaceful look on his face as Remi's emerald orbs slid to a close, only the sound of his staggered breathing filled the space. Eventually, when Levi was certain that the man managed to find his way into dreamland, did he turn over to reunite with his beverage. Grabbing his fishbowl and walking to the outside space that led to the jacuzzi and view of the shore, he watched the waves crash against the sand.

The leopard sat on a nearby chair and began sipping away at his beverage - though they were meant for two people that was no match for this little cat's determination. In between gulps and laughs the occasional burp would escape from his mouth as he slowly got himself drunk off of Remi's future headache, hoping to take full advantage of this rare moment with himself alone while his boyfriend napped.

As he did so, the night sky slowly descended upon them both, twinkling stars and a glowing crescent moon enchanting all who laid their eyes on it, Levi finishing his drink with one final gulp before finally deciding upon stumbling out of the chair. He was feeling completely and totally different from the hour ago he sent Remi to bed.

Slowly, the cat managed to get himself over to Remi's bedside once more, now planting soft, sweet kisses across the wolf's clammy face. "Baaaaby~" he whispered gently into his ear. "Baaaaby~ C'mon...s'time to get up..get in the hot tub with me.." starting to slowly peel the covers off his now stirring and grumbling mate.

Remi groaned in protest, his head throbbing something fierce and his mouth feeling like a desert, rubbing at his eyes and stretching. As a reflex his hand went to cover one of his nostrils, only to get it smothered in mucus instead. He grimaced before looking around the room, blinking several times until eventually folding back into Levi's gaze. "B-Baby?" He squinted over at the cat who slowly slid himself out of his own trunks from earlier.

The leopard just stood there with an expectant look on his face, knowing that Remi would never be able to turn him down when he was like this - all vulnerable and cute. Despite feeling like death twice baked, the wolf couldn't help but feel aroused by the sight before him - Levi standing there completely naked with a playful glint in his eye. He smiled fondly and nodded before slipping off the bed himself.

"Alright then," he said with a sigh, rubbing his eyes free of sleep as he stepped out and forward towards Levi. "Let's go for that hot tub you promised…”

He wanted nothing more than to lay down and sleep off the growing cold inside his head, but feeling Levi’s eyes on him excited the wolf enough that he couldn't pass up this opportunity. Stifling a yawn, Remi slowly stripped his own trunks, before following Levi out into the night air. The two made their way over to the jacuzzi nestled in the corner of their private balcony overlooking the open sea.

The lukewarm waters were inviting and comforting as they sunk into it, relieving all of Remi's aches and pains as he let himself relax into the embrace of its warmth. “Seeeeee, isn't this nice?" Levi purred slowly swimming his way across to slide himself gracefully into Remi's lap, fitting like a comfortable puzzle piece.

"Mmm. you're definitely not wrong..." Remi consciously fought off the heat of blush that threatened to overtake his blanched cheeks, trying to keep a cool composure in spite of how drunk Levi seemed. He smiled weakly and nodded, still too exhausted to move much as he continued to fight off the stuffy heat inside him that kept threatening to take over.

However, Levi seemed more than happy with Remi's simple response; With a content smile the cat nuzzled further into Remi's chest before purring out another question - "Is this okay?"

Remi leaned his head back against the rim of the hot tub, running a hand through Levi's hair as he let out a low hum in response. "Yeah, this is perfect," he murmured, feeling his body relax even further in the calming waters.

Levi's purrs turned into contented sighs as he snuggled his face into Remi's neck, feeling the man's heartbeat against his cheek. The sound was soothing, like a lullaby, and the leopard couldn't help but let out a soft exhale of his own. This was exactly where he wanted to be, wrapped up in Remi's arms, with nothing else in the world to worry about.

Minus the sudden hitching, and stuttering of the wolf's chest. Levi leaned back and he could see it all over the man's scrunched up face. "O-h n-H-ah..." Remi whimpered behind his gasping voice. The cat, panicking to avoid a face full of sneeze, snapped his palm over the man's mouth just in time.

"H'PBfFNGXT!" It made a loud sound against the flesh of Levi's palm, and it soaked through his heated skin, cautiously, Levi pulled it back, just an inch off the wolf's lips before another fell out between them. "Hah'TSCHUU!" spraying his lover's hand once more. Levi cooed sympathetically, casually dipping his soiled hand back down into the water before sliding both hands up Remi's chest, wrapping around his neck.

"Bless you, sweetheart," his voice loving, kind, as it always was when addressing the sickly man. He felt bad, but the vulnerability of his mate, the combination of using him like an old napkin as he had been all day, drove something wild inside the drunk cat. He glazed over those soft, wet lips that belonged to the love of his life, and he felt his heart stop in his chest. Levi leaned in, pressing his lips against Remi's in a hungry fashion, his hands locking behind the other's head as he pushed himself forward. Despite being slightly taken back by the leopard’s persistence, Remi allowed them to get lost in the heat of the moment, the steamy waters, and the pleasure of each other's bodies. The wolf’s hands immediately roamed over his little leopard's back, pulling him in as their tongues danced passionately against each other.

Levi moaned into the kiss, his arousal growing with every passing moment. He wanted Remi, badly, and it seemed like the feeling was mutual. Their bodies pressed together, the water sloshing against the sides of the hot tub as they moved rhythmically against each other in a desperate fashion.

Finally, with a gasp, Remi pulled away, his chest heaving with exertion. "Levi...wait...we can't..." he panted, his eyes clouded with desire and illness. "I'm sick...I don't want to get you..."

Levi scoffed, rolling his ocean blues before he bit his lower lip and shrugged softly. "So what if I do?" challenging the man with a heated gaze. "Maybe, I want it...

"Oh?" Remi raised a thin black brow, a smirk growing on his face. "You want me to get you sick? You're asking for it, huh?" His voice was low and threatening as he leaned forward, letting out a devilish chuckle before he pressed his lips against Levi's again only for a few more moments, their mouths moved in messy unison.

The wolf pulled away by a few inches, a mischievous glint in his eyes and a lustful fire burning deep within his chest. As the two of them grasped at each other aggressively, their desire evident in every movement, Remi's nostrils giving off a slight leakage from all the sneezing. But it only seemed like it made the cat more fired up than ever before as he gave into the temptation. Just as he was looming over the sexy, flushed and pathetic little face of his mate, he could feel the the urges burning back up through his throat and lungs. His chest feeling heavier by the second. The wolf reached up and grabbed Levi in a tight grip by his jaw and quickly commanded of him before it erupted. "Open," referring to the cat's mouth.

Levi, curious as always, did as he was told and opened his mouth like he had been taught to do by his larger dominant. He stuck out his tongue, looking very lewd in the process and giving the other man a perfect view of his little pink tongue.

Remi groaned feeling himself harden, loving how passionately the cat gave in to his demands, but before he could enjoy himself and take a mental picture, he blew his lid off, sneezing aggressively into the cat's face. "Hah'TScHIEW!" Levi was caught off guard for a moment, blinking away watery eyes as he felt the cooling difference in temperature as the spray fell upon his heated freckled features, but as the wet mess fell upon his skin he felt his eyes roll into the back of his head, and his hips shifted forward into a rough grind against his partner.

"Yeah? You like that? My dirty little kitten likes to be used doesn't he?" The grin that spilled over his features was something dark, capturing Levi’s breath in his throat at the sight as their eyes locked.

The cat slinked forward, his breathing turned frantic, and his voice seemingly slurred as he spoke erratically. "Y-yes…I fucking love you using me..." His normally, cute voice even more so, panting and airier than usual. The blush that was on Levi's face from the heat of the hot tub stayed, turning into a perpetual dust, as he turned to gaze upon the other man, seeing his lover with a sneeze covered face, nose red, lips swollen, hot, and dripping. Levi's heart fluttered with carnal desires and the intoxication of the moment.

Remi smirked, a bit of a sadistic nature coming through as he allowed himself to revel in the sight of his own personal pet who wanted nothing more than to be his, to serve him, and to give him whatever he wanted. "Good…because truthfully," he began, his voice coarse with a heat building deep in his stomach, his hands running up and down over the man’s smooth body, kneading into his bare cheeks from under the surface of the water, sliding his length between them teasingly. “I wouldn’t give you any other choice,”

Levi felt like he could barely contain himself from wanting to sink his claws into the man's shoulders and rip him apart- but not in a violent way- rather just in a way that, he could scar the lover as his. Permanently. Leaving a hot trail of bites and nips against the wolf's bare neck and shoulders, his mate could no longer keep himself at bay, pressing the tip impatiently at the smaller’s waiting entrance.

As Remi's hands moved along Levi's ass, the wolf began to force himself inside, pushing further and further until he was all the way in. The slick flesh of his lover quivered as his body opened up and made room for him, their heart beats mixing into a single rhythm, both seemingly losing control of themselves. "Thaaaat's it...fuck," Remi hissed lowly, the hot water was splashing around them from the outside forces of their movements as Remi wasted no time in finding a steady rhythm, causing the pool to overflow its edges and onto the sides of the tub.

Levi felt himself unable to release his control as Remi bit into his neck, riding him with full effort, throwing his hips up and down against the large cock pulsating inside him. Broken up and stifled cries of pleasure polluted the night sky. "God....I love that cock so much baby..." the leopard whimpered helplessly, his arms clutched behind Remi's head as he used the base of his forearms against the man's shoulders for leverage.

Remi groaned softly, his glowing greens rolling back as the pleasure intensified, feeling his wet hair sticking to his forehead. "Fucking shit...you're so tight...you like using your Master, hm?" he pointedly grunted, his hips continuing to move at a steady pace to match his partner, his heart beating faster and faster as the prickling sensation in his nose was winning over his body, but he had no time to pay much attention as the pleasure burning in his loins out weighed what he felt in his sinuses.

"Y-Yes...I like..claiming that cock…taking it..." Levi gasped as he felt his insides get warmer and warmer, his whole body burned with a heat only his wolf could build inside him. "I want to drain every last drop from it...I want it to fill me over and make me spill..." he gasped between words as he began to grind his hips against his lover's in a faster rhythm, loving how the other’s body felt against his.

Remi could feel the cat's unrelenting need for release, drowning out any of the man's pain or discomfort as he continued to fuck him with quick, hard thrusts. Levi, himself, became more and more dizzy, his head beginning to swim with the building desire and pleasure. Remi's matched with it’s own swirling thoughts between a mix of unhinged desires as well as the primal urge to allow the tickle and strain in his nostrils to have free reign.

"Ohh g-god, I'm gonna fuckin' blow again..." Remi warned as his nose starting to twitch and scrunch, causing Levi to pick up the pace even faster, both of them now desperate for a climax that seemed to be just out of their reach.

"Release, baby...let it out...go on.." Levi urged him on, his voice trembling with an unknown excitement as he continued to ride the pulsating length that assaulted into his prostate.

Remi's eyes snapped open and he let loose with a loud, powerful "HIH'IITSSCHU!" Splashing another cloud of sickness across his escalating lover, he lost all control of himself and was sent hurtling over the edge into oblivion, hitting his orgasm the same moment the sneeze rocked through his sinuses. The man filling the smaller's hole with his hot seed. As his body turned in on itself and shuddered uncontrollably from the pleasure coursing through him, Levi followed shortly in a succession of jolts, his own orgasm punching through him like an earthquake as his lover sprayed all over his delicate body.

They stayed there, connected in one for several passing moments. Yet, once their breathing had returned to normal, Remi felt his body heat up again. His skin was flushed and steamy from all the hot tub water and his hair was damp with sweat. He pulled back just slightly from Levi's embrace and looked down to meet his gaze. "Can we get out now? Starting to feel like a boiled egg in here after all that..." he chuckled sheepishly. Levi groaned with a certain tone of protest, leaning in to press more gentle kisses against his lover's neck.

"Hmm...we definitely can...but that doesn't mean I plan to stop..." the cat purred tauntingly crawling his way off the man and leisurely out of the tub. His body shuddered as it hit the cold tropic night air. Swiftly he grabbed one of the nearby towels and curled it around his body. "Chilly~" he giggled, grabbing the second towel and having it waiting for Remi to take as he too slid out of the heated water.

"Yeah it is..." he took a deep breath out wrapping himself up in the article of cloth. "Am I going to have to tie you up to a chair?" Remi laughed at his overtly excited mate who was already coming up to wrap his towel clad arms around the large man.

"Mmm, I might like that too much.." he teased, buzzing languidly as he ran his softened hands up and down the man's strong glistening arms.

"Hm? Then I guess you'll have to start being less of a perv, hm?" He teasingly bantered with the younger as a grin slipped over his mouth, wrapping a towel around his lower half, before leaning in to give the shorter man a loving kiss.

"Well that's just like asking me to stop having freckled skin...I can't!" Levi laughed, his body pressed closely into the taller man’s motions unable to keep his smiling at bay. Sweetly nuzzling against his chest before turning his head back to look up at the man.

"Yeah...I guess you're right." Remi couldn't help but match the other's loving gaze as he slowly coaxed the drunk leopard inside. "Oh hey...we should probably order some dinner here, I'm feeling at least well enough right now for a good meal.." the wolf spoke genuinely as he picked up the room service menu mulling over the varying options available to them.

"If they have sushi, I want some," Levi hiccupped slightly as he began to messily dig through his and Remi’s suitcases.

"Yeah, Yeah, scales for you, steak for me.." writing down their order on a notepad while he continued to browse their options, simply unaware of the mess his little cat was making of their things.

"And have them send up another one of those fish bowls.." he wobbled about as he plucked a handful of clothes into his palm with his toiletries and headed towards the bathroom.

"Cause you need another one of those, hm?" Teasing the leopard who stumbled about, quickly turning to lock eyes and stick his tongue out at the man.

"I do....to wash down the sushi," he winked with a cheeky grin before quickly disappearing into the washroom.

Remi laughed at the sight, shaking his head as he picked up the phone to order their dinner. His body still fought against the cold chill that was racking through every cell in his body, but he battled through it, picking up the room phone and reaching the line to room service. "Room Service how can we help?"

Remi clears his throat to make sure he can get through it without giving in to his internal struggles against his raging sickness. "Yeah, can I order a plate of steak, rare, and I mean rare, if it's not done right, I will send it back..." He warned harshly through the very silent line. "For the sides, I don't want any of that rabbit food shit, I want two fully loaded baked potatoes," he almost sounded pre-irritated as if they had just presented him the menu noted green beans, twice. Taking a deep breath to try and center himself.

"And then I'm also gonna need... a Shrimp tempura roll, a Dragon Roll, a Spicy Salmon Roll, and double tuna Sashimi," As he placed the order, there was an almost instantaneous build up of pressure from within him that seemed like it had to be released. He held back long enough to finish the rest of what he needed to for the order. "Another one of those...like..really big fucking drinks...thanks....bye," he quickly slammed the phone down and then allowed himself the freedom he so desired. "Hah'TSCHUU! Hh'iitschuu!" he sneezed unrestrained, loudly as it echoed the chamber of the bungalow.

He grumbled feeling like he just got hit by a sack of bricks now, sitting up in the bed rubbing his nose roughly as if trying to scratch the damn thing right off his face. His nostrils were so leaky, and his head was so hot, as if the very air around him was fueling the very fire that raged, more and more each minute. He let out a low groan, pulling his head back in frustration before taking a deep breath and rubbing his nose slowly between two fingers in a circular motion, trying to rid of all the congestion within him. His eyes squinted with satisfaction at the relief he got from this simple action, but it was still hard for him to focus on anything else other than how irritated he felt, looking around the room with watery vision as small streams of tears rolled down his swollen emerald orbs.

Just as he was about to lay down in defeat, feeling a bit relieved after the sneezing fit, Levi slowly sashayed out of the bathroom. Remi felt his breath catch in his throat and all his woes seemed to melt away as he saw Levi wearing nothing else but his favorite Guardin shirt, black with a pink circle, and a little alien dude holding a balloon. It was the wolf’s favorite shirt. Walking out seductively, slowly, with short but somehow, the illusion of slender length, legs carried him across the room with the most alluring little dance. His hips swayed delicately back, and forth moving with grace like precision.

The wolf couldn't help but smile widely at the scene, feeling a bit distracted from his current status of illness. Levi smiled devilishly at him and wiggled his eyebrows before striding over to him and planting a passionate kiss on Remi's lips, stealing away the last traces of cold that had been lingering around them earlier. They broke away, before the leopard placed a hand on his flushing chest. "Oh baby..you're burning up..." he stood back and swiped his palm over the male's forehead. "Maybe I should call room service, see if they have any cold meds," he nodded confidently standing up now to rush toward the bathroom. Remi deflating as the man left his side, almost as if his little leopard was cure enough, spoiler, it wasn’t. He was fooling himself to think it wouldn’t stand in the way of their good time, right?

Levi acquired a hand towel and soaked it through with hot water, before squeezing the excess liquid out. As the white haired man returned to his lover's bed side, Remi reached a hand out to touch his mate's wrist. "Don't call them, they'll be here to deliver dinner soon...just ask 'em then," he smiled sweetly, hoping to ease some of the steps the cat would have to take in order to help him.

"I will definitely do that....now lay back so I can put this hot towel on your sinuses....maybe it'll help clear them up a bit," he laid a hand on Remi's chest, helping him lean back against the headboard and a couple of perfectly stuffed pillows.

"H-huh," he made a sound of hesitation, but he didn't resist as he cocked his head up and let the cat help him lean back, resting against the pillows. He felt an immediate difference in the air as Levi lifted it over his face, the slightly coarse material, the warmth radiating from it. He closed his eyes and smiled, enjoying the sudden release from behind his eyes already.

"Is that ok, baby? It feels good, doesn't it?" he asked softly, pressing the towel gently against his forehead.

"Mm...mmm..." he hummed with a deep grumble as he felt a gentle stream of warmth trickle down his face, neck and chest from the towel draped over him. He smiled warmly before he reached out and firmly clasped Levi's hand in his own.

The smaller smiled in response, letting his mate hold onto him for a few brief minutes, but soon found himself having to pull away. There was a gentle series of knocks at the door, indicating to him that room service was here with the meals that Remi had ordered.

"I'll get that," he quickly strode over to the door, his fingers hesitant to flutter away from his mate's, but releasing anyway and moving with purpose to let the server in. "Hello!" he smiled warmly at the young man with one very large bamboo tray adorned with everything they ordered, in one strong hand. Levi was actually pretty impressed by this but shook it off in order to help the man place the tray on top of the dining table.

"Hello, we have the Sushi, Sashimi, and Steak with two potatoes...oh as well as another large drink," he smiled anxiously at the small white haired man reading off their order, praying everything looked and sounded correct.

"Awesome! Thank you so much..." Levi clapped his hands together happily, momentarily he almost completely forgot he had another quest for the staff. Drooling and ogling over the fresh fish in front of him.

"My Pleasure...can I get you anything else?" the cat quickly shook his head to snap himself back to reality and nodded it instead, ripping his gaze off the delicacy before him and bringing attention back to his partner’s needs.

"Yes actually! Do you guys have any cold medicine perhaps?" biting his lower lip, hoping he wouldn't hear the word no.

"Oh, Uh, Yes, we can provide that for you, just give me a bit and I'll bring that back," the server replied thoughtfully with a smile, bowing once before taking his leave to return with what was requested.

Levi let out a sigh of relief, his mind already envisioning himself enjoying the ocean side feast before him. He turned back to Remi with a toothy grin on his face, glowing underneath the dim lighting of their rental, "Looks like we're having a feast tonight, baby!" he exclaimed, grabbing a set of chopsticks and digging in without a moments notice, slurping his drink in between shoving rolls down his open maw.

Remi smiled weakly, surpressing a laugh, knowing it would only stir up trouble at this point. Regardless, he was happy to see his mate enjoying himself, but just feeling too sick to partake. He let out a soft cough, hoping to clear his throat before speaking up, "You go ahead and enjoy, kitten. I don't think I can eat much tonight after all…" he said softly, his voice hoarse and weak.

Levi swallowed his current mouth full, immediately put down his chopsticks, and snapped his head over to look at the sickly man. There was concern written across his freckled features, and soon found himself rushing back to Remi's side. "Oh baby, are you feeling worse? Let me get you some water…” his hand sweetly brushing bits of hair out of his boyfriend’s eyes before rushing towards the mini bar. He grabbed one of the many complementary water bottles off the small wood counter top, considering possibly taking a cold one as well from their tiny fridge. Yet decided against it, knowing room temp was better for hydrating.

Remi nodded weakly, feeling grateful for his boyfriend's concern. He watched closely as Levi rushed around the room, gathering the supply to help ease his discomfort. He felt a sudden rush of affection wash over him for the leopard, just so blown away by how this amazing man was all his, and always so quick to drop his own needs and wants...just for him. Silly little him.

Shortly, Levi returned to his side with the bottle of water, "Here you go, my love," the leopard smiled brightly with accomplishment. Remi quickly cracked open the lid and took a sip, soothed by the liquid that slid down his dry throat. He smiled gratefully at his mate, feeling that same familiar warmth spread through his chest at the sight of Levi's doting expression.

"Thanks, kitten," he responded softly, tired emerald orbs still gazing lovingly up at his favorite freckled face.

"No problem, baby. Just rest and let me take care of you," Levi replied, settling back onto the bed and pulling Remi into his arms. The wolf hummed gently, feeling so incredibly close, and loved by his little cat. His hands, roaming, clammy long finger tips gliding up the large shirt to feel the hot, smooth flesh of his mate's sides.

"Mmm...I don't wanna rest..." Remi murmured softly, nuzzling his face into the crook of Levi's neck. His hands trailed down to the hem of Levi's shirt, tugging at it gently. "I wanna play with you," he mumbled with a coarse tone, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want to forget about this damn cold," The words came out low from within his throat, almost reaching those ever so feral levels that drove the leopard absolutely wild.

Levi's breath hitched as his mate's words reached his ears. Desire flared up within his intoxicated body, and he wouldn’t even consider resisting the prominent urges that now fluttered to the surface. All he could do was wordlessly nod his head. That was all Levi needed to do to sign away the chains holding Remi back, the wolf consumed him. Pushing away the persistent prickles, and stings that loosely passed over him.

Immediately the wolf hovered the smaller cat, looming over him like an eclipse as his pounding head dipped to meet his mouth at Levi’s own. Their kiss was messy, and brief, the larger had other plans as he placed rough, nips down the other’s jawline, willing away his symptoms, when he paused at the crook where jaw meets neck. He bit down with a feral force, urging a pained yelp from his lover, that followed with a shudder and twitch of his slender hips. “A-ah~” he gasped under him.

Pressing further into his mate, Remi felt himself slipping out of control as he tried to resist the urge to rip his boyfriend open from the sure passion of it all. He didn’t. He wouldn’t. The larger’s strong fingers slid with feather light touch down the sides of his lover’s freckled arms before roughly capturing his wrists and forcing them over the leopard’s head. Levi shuddered, his body squirming below, anticipating every crack through the wolf’s sanity. Small lines of crimson liquid trailed down his neck, under the collar of the shirt he borrowed. It made him shudder.

Remi’s jaw unhinged, he finally pulled back a few inches to take a long look at the bleeding, swollen and bright red mark of his teeth that now stained the cat’s delicate flesh. “I’m trying…so fucking hard…not to just devour you whole,” licking his teeth clean but unable to find authority over the blood that began to pool from under his tongue, his now glowing green gaze baring down on the smaller. Somehow, the dark circles, and the sunken look across Remi’s sickly features only made him look more dangerous. “Aren’t you scared?” Lifting a brow, testing the man as his chest heaved above.

Levi could only crack a devious smile, pulling his swollen lips up before he responded with a sultry velvet tone. “Absolutely,” his heart racing a million miles per second, there was always some percentage of danger being intimate with a mentally unhinged shifter. Especially one so powerful like Remi, and that was all the more why the cat could never get enough. Treading that fine line of insanity as regular as he could, his lover was his own brand of drug. The high of being so passionately in love with someone so unbelievably dangerous, knowing their own desires for you out weigh their animalistic urges…the leopard thrived off it.

Remi’s hands squeezed tightly, closing the pressure of Levi’s breath as it caught, the cat made a struggled sound, but his eyes never left those daunting emeralds. “I could kill you…just snap your fucking neck right now….” There was something completely different tonight, it excited the cat, it left him feeling delirious as his hips lifted trying to brush his completely stiffened length into the other, just an inch shy of real friction. Remi’s upper lip twitched, lifting once, twice, before it turned into a full grin at his little cat’s responses. “You’re so fucking naughty, aren’t you? Needlessly trying to rut your little cock on me, while I threaten to end your very existence….” His chuckle came out in a gasp of hot air across the leopard’s blushing cheeks, his mouth falling open at the lack of oxygen, and the increase of desire.

The only response he could possibly return with was a very stiff nod. His crystal blues now leaking through his overwhelmed ducts, vision blurred as it filled with tears. Instinctively, Levi wrapped his thin legs around his boyfriend, pressing them together, feeling Remi’s solid girth through the fabric of the trunks he fell asleep in.

“My god…you drive me insane,” his voice strained as he gritted his teeth together, he couldn’t get enough of his desperate little kitten’s advances and sounds. It was making the task of trying to remain in control of himself, difficult. “Open your legs,” he growled, the sound of it could make a grown man tremble. Levi took no time to oblige his demands as he unhooked his legs from around the wolf’s hips to now spreading himself wide at his pleasure. “I’m not going to be fuckin’ nice to you, understood? I need a real distraction..I need to lose control…” giving Levi his final warning, he loosened the strength in his hands to give the cat a chance to turn back, speak now, or be in a wheelchair tomorrow.

“Use me,” was all he could manage through his sore throat before Remi quickly pulled himself out of his trunks and angled his now bare cock back to his previous position.

“Remember, you had your chance,” the darkness returning in his voice as he now took both of Levi’s wrists in one feral gripped hand shoved against the headboard. The cat dare not close his legs, they trembled as he anticipated the sharp sting that would soon penetrate him. Levi looked up at his lust driven mate, the slits of his eyes almost completely gone as splats of blood fell from his mouth and onto the man below.

Using this to his advantage, Remi pursed his lips and allowed a stream of blood and saliva to cascade between them and down his twitching length. In a few short seconds, without warning or any time to prepare himself, he felt Remi’s hardened cock force its way inside him. “A-aah!! Nngh..” the leopard struggled behind Remi’s returned force against his neck, familiar fingers tightened on his wind pipe.

“Fffff…” the wolf grunted snapping his hips in a desperate and uncontrolled rhythmic fashion, the sound of slapping skin echoed around them and he found it only encouraged him. The headboard slammed obnoxiously against the wall, leaving blackened lines across the material, but neither of them gave a shit. Levi’s head fell back with a hard *THUNK* against the wood, ocean blues fighting to stay open as they gazed up at Remi.

“Don’t fucking look at me,” he hissed almost angrily, one hand coming off his neck to push the side of his face away and down, his thumb forcing it’s way inside the cat’s open drooling mouth. “If I see that god damn look on your face, it’ll make me want to be nice to you,” shoveling his hips deep within Levi’s tightened walls. “And I don’t wanna be fuckin nice to you right now…” should he feel guilty for treating the love of his life like an old dirty sock? Probably. He didn’t though. He knew how deeply masochistic the little cat was. Truthfully, the only person on this planet that could probably handle a true unhinged dicking from the wolf.

Levi whimpered as his head was forced to the side, his skin littered in goosebumps as his mate completely took over him. He felt like a hole, Remi’s hole, it fueled him, it caused him to push his hips upward to match every thrust slammed upon him. His lips closed around the man’s thumb, sucking as he tried to keep a steady breath through his nose, despite there still being one hand on his throat for the large wolf’s leverage.

“You’re mine….all mine…for whatever I fucking say,” feral words dripped through his lips as he huffed through his open bleeding mouth, staining both their skin as his nostrils were still blocked by the illness that lived inside him. His urges burned through them, all he could feel now was the full desire to claim the cat. Levi continued to suckle, and lap at Remi’s gripping thumb while he felt the assault of rough and sporadic snaps of his lover’s haunches. The larger struck his prostate, over, and over. Each time the cat let out a small strangled squeak, his ocean eyes having rolled back long ago. He felt himself reaching his limits, closer and closer, starting to fall off rhythm the more he could taste it.

“That gonna make you cum? Huh? S’that how fucking desperate you are?” Berating his little toy, feeling entirely satisfied by the very distinctively pleased reactions he was receiving. Remi shot his hips forward again, his hands pressing Levi down into the mattress as he relentlessly snapped inside of him. It was overwhelming, naturally, the leopard caved into his needs, a stream of hot seed shot straight onto Levi’s exposed stomach, just barely missing the misplaced shirt he still adorned. He tried to cry out but alas, his mouth only opened and the best he could do was a high pitched gag as his body spasmed underneath the stronger of the two.

Remi found himself trying to desperately rip his attention off how completely desirable his little mate looked spilling over the edge. He was so god damn submissive for him, it only increased the urges inside him, his hands quickly let go of the cat, and slapped against his thighs. Hiking his hips upward, he used the bit of strength he had left to flip the leopard over onto his stomach now, pulling his ass upward by his right hand hip, his length never slipping out. “My turn,” licking his lips, only to smear crimson across the lines of his mouth. While his right grip stayed to keep the cat’s hips aligned, his left took a fistful of Levi’s wet strands of hair and shoved the man’s face viciously into the pillow.

He worked at a much more desperate, and untamed pace, driving his cock inside the cat at an almost impossible rate. His ear drums rang and his skin shivered as he heard the muffled cries of the tortured leopard. “Mmhmm…take that dick…I’m not stoppin’ til I fill that slut hole,” Remi’s voice rang through Levi’s deepened core, his body was shaking underneath as he maintained the forced arch of his body, working his thighs to push his ass into every harsh pound. “You’ve been so bad today….” He grunted, feeling his groin boil. “Teasing me with this sudden desire for my cold…” another aggressively huffed expression of primal thought. “Where’s that been, huh?” Gripping the man’s hair tighter as he pulled him up to whisper in his ear. “You’ve been holding back on your Master, do you forget I own you? I own your lust, your desires…” nipping, pulling at Levi’s lobe. The cat shivered below him and whimpered in response, uncertain he could speak clearly as he was driven into between each word.

“I-I…di-didn’t know…it-it c-could…” he hesitated, he struggled to proceed. Remi’s grip tightened and he snarled into the side of the cat’s sweating temple now.

“Ca-ca Could?? Could what? Spit it out,” barking his commands with a harsh impatience, his hips only turning more and more desperate left with this cliff hanger of thought.

“Feel so good…it felt so good…” he gasped finding the train of thought he was losing under Remi’s thrusts.

“What. Did?” He spaced the words out dangerously, his palm sitting now under Levi’s chin, fingers wrapped loosely around his cheeks.

“It felt so fucking good when you sneezed on me…I couldn’t help it…please…” the white haired man practically sobbed in between his breathless moans as he confessed his latest discovery. Remi lost all his sense of restriction as his mouth opened wide, pressing his head against the side of his mate’s as he slammed himself forward one last time, nearly blacking out as he hit his orgasm.

“Sshhhee-sus..fuckin….Christ,” he grunted as he sputtered wildly into his boyfriend’s hole, spilling over his load with his haunches twitching and pausing between pumps.

Levi's eyes rolled back into his head as he felt warm liquid hit the walls of his entrance, it caused a shiver to roll down the middle of his spine, his whole body quaking at the feeling of being so full “S-So good…”

"Unbelievably ..." Remi smirked with another huff of breath releasing the frail leopard from his vice tight grips, and allowing each other to just collapse in a heap on the bed. The wolf rolling to his back, and Levi rolling to join him on his chest.

"Good distraction?" Levi giggled playfully unbothered by the mess he was covered in, just wanting to be close to his lover at this moment after such an intense session. Remi labored to catch up to a regular pace of breathing, still struggling to do so out his nose. Finding that the second his animalistic urges had settled, his symptoms came rising back to the surface. His nose twitched, scrunched and he tried to just push it away from his center of attention. It failed.

"I'm feeling better alre-...h..hiH'ITTSSCHU!" his cold unrelenting as a forceful sneeze over-powered his exhausted strength. “Shord libed….” He mumbled with defeat as he slid his hand over his aching nostrils.

“Oh you poor thing…can’t catch a break…” clicking his tongue, despite his body screaming in protest, the leopard slid out of his lover’s grasp and moved out of bed. “Where is that-….” The phone rang suddenly and the cat almost jumped out of his skin. He turned swiftly and picked up the phone to answer. “Hello?”

“Hi there, just wanted to let you know, our staff member felt you might have been busy, so he left your order at the door for your convenience,” Levi blushed brightly realizing that the young man probably heard some very suggestive sounds coming from their room when he approached.

“O-Oh! Thank you! Appreciate it!” Hanging out shortly with embarrassment. “Shit, I think the room service boy heard us fucking…” he bit his lip sheepishly to look over at Remi now that, despite fighting a leaking nose and his itching eyes, chuckled.

“Good for hib,” scoffing pridefully now turning his attention to trying to relocate that wet rag from early…considering using it to clean up his suffering nose.

Levi narrowed his eyes and huffed, but feeling a slight twinge of lust prickle at his blood stream while he carried himself to the door, he flung it open and there was a small bag waiting for him outside. “Ah! Perfect,” he picked it off the ground and closed the door behind him, immediately scrounging through the contents. “There’s some Tylenol severe cold and flu in here, think that’ll work? Cough drops…tissues…nasal spray! Ooo,” inching closer to the bed as he rummaged through the bag.

“All ob id sounds abading…” Remi huffed having found the towelette and using it to nurse his swollen face despite it being beyond cold now. Levi looked up and furrowed his brows again, quickly snatching the old towel from his mate’s grasp.

“Use real tissues, this thing is gross now,” he tsked his lover before handing him the sack of supplies. “Take some meds, and blow your nose a bit okay?” Levi now sitting himself on the edge of the bed, feeling uncomfortable as he was becoming more self aware of the sticky situation on his skin.

“Can’d you helb me?” The wolf looked up at him with pathetic eyes, now a much different man than he was but 5 minutes ago. It melted the heart strings within Levi’s tender heart and he could only smile sweetly in response, deciding he could put off his comfort for a tad bit longer as he nursed his mate into bed.

“Of course, baby, of course,” leaning down to kiss Remi’s forehead, taking the bag back now he began to distribute the Tylenol to him, grabbing the bottle of water off the night stand to hand over. “Here, take two,” he instructed, and while the wolf obeyed his little medical assistant, Levi took the package of tissues in his hand and peeled one out from the plastic with his other.

Remi tossed back the pills, and slugged down a few gulps of water, more than necessary, he didn’t realize how dehydrated he actually was til now. “Thang you…” he gasped as he twisted the lid back onto the bottle.

“No problem, sweetie, now I’m gonna need you to blow when I say so okay?” He spoke gently, lovingly, the tissue in his hand perfectly scrunched to fit over the entirety of Remi’s reddened nose. Once he was sure it was fastened snuggly where it needed to be, he pinched one nostril closed and nodded his head. “Blow,” the wolf allowed himself to force the sick out from his left hand nostril with a loud sound. It broke the barrier of silence that had settled over the room, while the cat scooped out whatever was pushed out. Balling that tissue up in a calculated fashion to avoid getting any ick on his fingers, Levi tossed it to the nearby can, making it in. “Score,” he grinned over at the wolf with a cheeky wink.

Remi breathlessly chuckled at his little cat’s playful demeanor, always making light of a sickly situation. Levi then pulled another square of tissue out from it’s packaging and once again, cupped it against Remi’s slowly clearly nose. “Okay last one,” the smaller coaxed, pinching the now clear nostril, the ravenette mustered up a deep breath before he allowed himself to clear the second nostril out with another wet and loud, “FFFFHHHKK,” god that felt so good. It was almost as satisfying as the orgasm he just had. “God damn…” he grumbled hoarsely while Levi swiped and pinched any left over mess off him. “Thanks, kitten,” he huffed, voice cleared as he reached over, grabbing the water once more to take another hydrating gulp.

“You’re Welcome, Acushla,” working to clean up the mess of tissues and find his footing on the ground again. “Im gonna throw this away….clean up, and then you wanna watch something before we go to bed?” He spoke casually but still with that same aura of compassion as his eyes sparkled towards his mate.

“You gonna take another shower?” Remi asked curiously as he sat up and his eyebrows lifted over his eyes as he searched over the leopard’s standing frame.

“Yeah, why?” Levi looking just as curiously over at his boyfriend.

“Can I join? I’m kind of a mess over here…” he chuckled and gestures towards his body that was covered in varying substances.

“Absolutely, we’ll get cleaned up, and spend the rest of the night cuddling with some Princess Bride, how about that?” Remi for the first time since they’d been there, lit up with excitement.

“Deal!” Despite the fever raging through him, and his body being even more sore than he started that day, he really was having a good time with his mate. Though the memories are covered in sick, they’ll always look back on these days together, and remember despite the obstacles, they always made the best of it, and they always would.

The End

Author’s Notes: I’m sorry this took so long, I’m back at work, and my boss really said 🖕🏻 sticking me with crazy long shifts, exhausting me past writing more than a few paragraphs. PHEWWWWW Did you expect the twists? Just a smidge of alcohol and the leopard suddenly catches a Snz Fet 🥵🥵🥵 Oops. Hope you guys enjoyed it took a lot out of me 🤫😂

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it's been awhile since I found a klaus snz fick so I'm excited about giving prompts!!

klaus wakes up in the middle of the night, coughing and sneezing, he can almost feel the snot slightly teasing his nose but he doesn’t want to wake up dave, who's next to him and holding him tightly. little does he knows that Dave is awake and guilty enjoying his suffering? hehe

thank you for the prompt! i’ve been needing inspiration :) i hope you enjoy this!

also klaus is canonically nombinary in the comics and uses he/they prns, so that’s what i used! sorry for any spelling or grammatical errors - i wrote some of this at 2 am lol. the characters are (sadly) not mine!

Klaus stirs in his sleep, pulling the blanket higher up on his chest and shivering. His body aches, even as he lays comfortably in bed, and he can tell his fever’s gotten worse. Their curly hair lays heavily against their sweaty, damp forehead.

He snuggles closer to Dave, burying his face into the older man’s chest and draping an arm over his torso, grateful for his warmth. He closes his eyes, willing himself to go to sleep, but his body has other plans; his nose twitches softly as a burning sensation travels from the tip of his nose to the back. They quickly clamp two fingers around their nose and suppress two small, silent stifles. Dave stirs after the stifled double, and Klaus holds his breath, hoping to quell the itch and not wake his peacefully sleeping boyfriend. After a few seconds, Dave’s soft snoring continues, and Klaus relaxes.

Unfortunately, the stifles did nothing to appease the itch in Klaus’s nose; Klaus’s breath hitches softly, his chest rising and falling with each teasing breath. After a particularly desperate hitch, Klaus jolts forwards with a soft, but damp, “heHTschHew!”

They sniffle wetly and reach for the box of tissues on the bedside table while trying not to wake Dave. After fumbling around for a minute or two, Klaus manages to grab the tissue box, which is just barely within reach. He grabs a tissue and immediately buries his nose into the soft fabric, “hHd’Dtsch! hh-Ng’xtshcew! jesus c-heh-chrrRT’dn’gshew! christ,” each stifle grates his sensitive throat and shakes the small bed. Klaus watches Dave closely, but the older man’s eyes stay closed. He swears Dave’s mouth twitches, but he’s too preoccupied with his running nose to investigate. They blow their nose into another tissue, cringing at the amount of mess each blow produces.

Klaus tosses the tissues onto the floor and clears his throat softly. He can feel the phlegm sitting at the base of his throat, and swallows painfully. He inhales sharply, his lungs suddenly determined to expel whatever air and mucus was bothering them. They roll over, probably a little too harshly, and muffle a series of coughs into their pillow, trying desperately to muffle the noise. His chest rattles deeply with each cough, and by the time he’s done coughing, he’s panting. He glances over at Dave, certain the older man would be looking back at him, but no, he’s still sound asleep. Klaus laughs to himself; he finds it incredibly endearing that Dave sleeps like a rock, oblivious to the world around him.

He allows himself to sniffle a little louder, convinced that Dave is knocked out. As he sniffles, an itch ignites at the back of his sinuses; it starts as a prickly, tickling sensation, but becomes more intense as his breath hitches delicately. The sneezes tease him, making his pink nostrils flare and his eyebrows furrow. They’re too preoccupied with the need to sneeze to notice Dave shifting beside them, moving closer to his sneezy partner.

“hHih-hihhH-nn’GXgt!” Klaus stifles a harsh sneeze, wincing as it grates against his sore throat. Dave feels warmth flood his stomach and lower abdomen, and he waits tentatively for Klaus to sneeze again: they never sneeze just once.

“hhehrgX’Dtshcw! n’gDtschu!”

Klaus’s body shutters with each surpressed sneeze, and it takes everything ounce of self control Dave has not to kiss his partner as Klaus’ stifles become more desperate.

Dave’s desire turns to guilt as Klaus doubles over with chest rattling coughs, burrying his face into a pillow once again. Dave rubs little circles on Klaus’s back until the fit subsibes.

“Just breathe,” He mumbles softly, kissing Klaus’s forehead after they catch their breath. It doesn’t take long for Klaus’s coughing to subside, “sorry to wake you Davey,” Klaus apologizes quietly, voice hoarse.

“No worries,” Dave mutters as he pulls Klaus closer, “bless you, by the way.”

Klaus grins sleepily, “thanks love”

Dave blushes at the pet name, and his blush deepens as Klaus’s nostrils twitch and he ducks into his elbow, “hehHm’PTsCH!” the first sneeze catches them off gaurd, so they mist the air slightly, “hhHrRnsChew!-n’gSCHew!” the second two sneezes come rapidly, one tumbling out after the other.

Dave shifts so Klaus can’t feel his obvious boner and whispers, “bless you bug. you okay?”

He replays the sound of Klaus’s fit in his head, feeling warmth pool in his stomach as Klaus continues sniffling.

“It’s just a little cold, nothing I can’t handle,” Klaus mumbles sleepily, rolling over so they’re facing Dave and burying their face in his neck. Dave kisses Klaus’s forehead and shivers as Klaus sniffles next to his ear.

Dave can hear as Klaus’s breath catches in their throat, hitching delicately. He swears Klaus is teasing him on purpose, but he doesnt care; he loves it.

“-…. hhih?- ugh,” Klaus rubs at his itchy nose, resulting in a quiet squelch and another wet sniffle, “hhHRD-gNSchEW!”

Klaus burries his nose in Dave’s neck as he sneezes desperately, oblivious of the spray on his boyfriends neck and his upper lip. Their breath is still hitcing. Dave can feel as their chest rises and falls dramatically with each teasing hitch.

“Ble-,”

“hHedDTXCHew! h’nNGXtsh!”

“Bless you,” Dave whispers, voice bearly audible. Dave squirms, feeling hot and tight in his boxers as Klaus sniffles and fights against his cold ridden nose.

He sighs and gives in, kissing Klaus’s neck softly, which immediately gets his partner’s attention. Klaus reciprocates by kissing Dave passionately, ignoring the dampness of their nose and upper lip.

After a few moments, Klaus places a hand on Dave’s chest and pushes him away to the best of his ability before ducking to the side.

“shi-GTDdZCH!! h’nGZ’ck! Christ on a cracker,” Klaus barely manages to stifle the double, body shaking with each suppressed sneeze.

“Bless you,” Dave whispers against Klaus’s lips. Klaus kisses Dave again before tucking their face into his neck.

It doesn't take long for the couple to fall asleep again, although Klaus still wakes up frequently to cough, sneeze, and occasionally kiss Dave.

The End

[sleptwithinthesun]

hi!! not sure if you're taking marvel requests for the fall prompts (so feel free to ignore this if you aren't) but how about 🍂 for bucky?

oh, it's been a hot minute since i wrote a marvel fic. this might be bad since i haven't written anything for b/ucky since like. may, i think? sorry for the wait. hope you enjoy it anyway :D

(fill for 🍂 on the fall snz prompts list... written for b/ucky barnes & s/am w/ilson. queerplatonic s/ambucky, i think? it's really just open for interpretation. 0.4K words.)

"hh'tSHuu!"

"It's startling earlier this year, isn't it?" Sam asks, frown audible even with his back towards Bucky. The supersolider blinks up at him from his seat at the table, eyes half-lidded with sleep and still-bent arm hovering lazily in front of his face. "You usually don't get this bad until late October."

Bucky gives a half-shrug, making a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat before clearing it. His voice, when he speaks, is rough, unhewn by his allergies. "I guess."

"You guess? Buck, don't act like we don't—"

"heh'SH'uh! ESHH!"

"—share a house. I can hear you at night. Bless," Sam says, the final response automatic. Bucky's been sneezing enough that he doesn't even have to think about it any more; he's practically been Pavlov'd into blessing him.

Bucky sniffles, letting out a low groan. "Fuck..." he breathes, eyes darting towards the window on their route to Sam's face. Despite the muttered expletive mere second earlier, he still insists, "It's really not a big deal, Sam. This happens every year. Hell, it's been happening since I was a kid, roughly a century ago. Stop worrying."

Sam glances over at him, and upon seeing the other's expression, sighs in defeat. "If you're sure, Buck. Just don't die on me, alright?"

"Wh— I'm not going to— it's not even that kind of allergy," Bucky splutters, standing and walking over to the stove, where he turns off the burner under the kettle. It hasn't started whistling yet, but they can both hear the water inside boiling. Sam slides him a mug, a bag of Earl Gray already inside, and Bucky murmurs his thanks before pouring the water into it and glancing at the clock for the time.

"Is it going to kill you to just, I don't know, eye it for once?" Sam teases, pulling the kettle away from Bucky when his expression twists slightly. "Bless."

"Hhhate when you do that... ht'SHH! eh'TSH!" Bucky shakes his head slightly, holding up a finger to Sam. "h'ESHH! eh'TSH'uh!"

Sam blinks at him, expression softening. "You take Benadryl?"

"Yeah, double dose." He sniffles, rubbing a knuckle underneath his nose. "Don't think it's working."

"Only double?" Sam says with a smile, brow wrinkling when Bucky just sneezes again. "Alright, man, get in the shower. I'll take your teabag out in—" a glance at the clock "—two minutes, and keep it warm for you. Just wash off whatever's triggering this."

Bucky nods, muffling yet another sneeze into his wrist. "heh'TSH!"

"Slow fit?"

"I think so," he sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Just going to, you know, take a shower. Like you said." Bucky starts back towards the stairs, then pauses. "Sam?"

He looks up at him. "Yeah?"

"Thank you. For caring." The corner of his mouth quirks up slightly in a half-smile, one that Sam returns wholeheartedly.

"Always."

[bewitchedfeathers]

Prompt: could you write a steddie fic where steve is sneezing from an alcohol sensitivity? and he can’t really restrain/stifle his sneezes since he’s tipsy?

Thank you for this wonderful request @silentsneezes and for your patience in me filling it! Enjoy!

….

Drunk Steve

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Steve wobbled over to Robin with a wide grin. "ROBIN!" Robin laughed at his drunken excitement. 

"Steve, hey buddy," she said giggling, "How you feeling?"

"So good, Robin. Hhh…" Steve's eyes grew distant, nose wrinkling with irritation. 

"Turn your head, dingus," she said tilting his head away from her shoulder.

"Huhhh'ERSSHHoo! Snff."

"Bless you, baby," Eddie said as he appeared just behind them. "Sounds like you've had enough to drink for the night."

"Eddie," Steve mumbled happily as he shifted to drape himself over the older man. His breath caught and wavered, face starting to fall. "Hhh…"

"Watch out, Munson," Robin warned but Eddie just looked fondly amused, giving Robin a nod of acknowledgement.

"C'mere, sneezy. I've got you," he said pulling Steve close and letting him rub his itchy nose against Eddie's shoulder. 

"Hhhhh-hh'DJSSHHooo…hh'hh'ESSHHuhhh…Snff. Mm, sorry Eds," he mumbled against Eddie's damp shirt as he drunkenly wrapped his arms around Eddie's waist.

"Bless you. It's alright, sweetheart. But I think it's time to go home," Eddie said utterly fond. He pressed a kiss to the top of Steve's head before wrangling his drunken boyfriend out to the car.

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[ Snz Fic Masterlist ]

[btshurtcomfortprompts]

Master List of Prompt Fills

EMETO FILLS

Title: untitled | Author: @sicjimin | Sickie: Seokjin | Caretaker: Namjoon

Prompt: Seokjin has the flu. He feels like he’s going to throw up so he camps out in the bathroom. He’s in there for several hours, nervous to leave because of how ill and nauseous he feels. His entire body aches from the illness and from sitting on the bathroom floor so he finally lets Namjoon convince him to go back to bed. The second he gets into bed is when his stomach finally decides it’s time to bring everything up.

Title: untitled | Author: @sneakykpopblog | Sickie: Seokjin | Caretaker: Namjoon

Prompt: Seokjin has the flu. He feels like he’s going to throw up so he camps out in the bathroom. He’s in there for several hours, nervous to leave because of how ill and nauseous he feels. His entire body aches from the illness and from sitting on the bathroom floor so he finally lets Namjoon convince him to go back to bed. The second he gets into bed is when his stomach finally decides it’s time to bring everything up.

WHUMP FILLS

Title: Shoulder To Lean On | Author: @borahaehae | Sickie: Seokjin | Caretaker: Namjoon

Prompt: Seokjin is so exhausted he can barely stay awake. He’s counting down the hours until he can get into his bed and sleep for three days straight. He tries to keep himself awake until he can do that, but keeps falling asleep sitting up or in strange positions. Namjoon sticks by his side so he’ll at least have a shoulder to rest his head on.

Title: untitled | Author: @crystalsnow95z | Sickie: Jimin | Caretakers: Taehyung, Seokjin

Prompt: The day after Jimin bruises his ribs, he comes down with a cold.

SICKFIC FILLS

Title: Untitled | Author: @crystalsnow95z | Sickies: Seokjin, Hoseok | Caretaker: OT7

Prompt: Seokjin comes down with a mild cold, but then one of the other members notice he’s starting to take a lot of pain relievers after a few days. It turns out he has developed an ear infection.

Title: Untitled | Author: @setsuuestsu | Sickie: Hoseok | Caretaker: Jimin

Prompt: Cuddling a sick Jimin seemed like it would be fine—his immune system was strong, after all. (Of course Hoseok catches Jimin’s illness)

SNZ FILLS

Title: Warn A Guy | Author: @bultaoreunheyyy | Sickie: Taehyung (kind of? allergies?) and slightly injured Hoseok

Prompt: Hoseok gets startled by Taehyung’s loud sneezing, so Taehyung tries his best to warn him before he sneezes.

Title: Snow | Author: @bultaoreunheyyy | Sickie: Yoongi, Taehyung, Jungkook

Prompt: Yoongi sneezes when he gets cold

Title: Ocean | Author: @bultaoreunheyyy | Sickie: Yoongi

Prompt: Yoongi sneezes when he gets cold

Title: Chills | Author: @bultaoreunheyyy | Sickie: Yoongi | Caretaker: Jimin

Prompt: Yoongi sneezes when he gets cold

Title: Untitled | Author: @crystalsnow95z | Sickie: Jimin | Caretaker: Taehyung, Jungkook

Prompt: Jimin loves cats. He’ll volunteer at animal shelters, visit cat cafés, pet any stay kitten he sees walking by. Jimin is also very, very allergic to cats.

[iwritesickfic]

request from @not-quite-girl-nor-quite-boy - 🥵❤️🧊 from winter snz prompts by @sniction-fiction !

fever, cuddling for warmth, and falling through ice featuring Seamus and Theo's first Christmas together

“This is bullshit. We should’ve gone to Bali. Or… I don’t know. Somewhere warm.” Theo’s shivering body is pressed up against Seamus, his hands like ice where they rest on Seamus’s chest. Like the ice he’d fallen through only an hour ago. 

They’re in Vermont for the holidays, and the owner of their airbnb had assured them that the pond on the property was frozen solid. Perfect for ice skating. It wasn’t, come to find out, and though he’d only been underwater a moment, Theo hasn’t stopped shivering since. Even after a warm shower and clinging to Seamus for the better part of a half hour. 

“You can’t travel somewhere warm for Christmas,” Seamus says. His hands run up and down Theo’s back. His skin is warm - hot, almost - but he’s still shivering. They’re lying chest to chest, skin to skin, under the cabin’s heavy comforter. “A cabin with a fireplace is perfect for Christmas. And New Year’s.”

“Tell that to everyone in Bali,” Theo mumbles, though not particularly bitterly. He sniffles wetly, and Seamus hopes it’s just from the cold. He seemed like he might be on the verge of coming down with something this morning, and all signs point to his impromptu swim kicking the virus into high gear. Theo sniffles again and presses himself even closer. “Fuck, I’m freezing.”

“I’m sorry,” Seamus says, and Theo sighs. “It feels like you might have a fever, actually.”

“Fuck…” he groans, drawing out the vowel, and nuzzles his face in the crook of Seamus’s neck. His nose feels damp, his cheeks are hot. “I thought being cold didn’t make you sick. This is such…bullshit.”

“It is. It is bullshit.” He presses his lips to Theo’s temple in a soft kiss. He runs his hand through his still-damp copper hair. “I’m sorry you’re not having a good Christmas. I wanted to make it good for you.” It breaks Seamus’s heart more than anything. Theo’s never had a good Christmas, and this is their first together. He’d planned this trip for months, and now because of a thawed pond and a virus everything’s gone down the tubes.

Theo shakes his head.

“No, no, it’s perfect. I…” He inhales shakily and pulls back. His shivering has finally started to calm, but his cheeks are scarlet. He looks at Seamus with his fever-bright eyes. He lets go of his breath slowly, but doesn’t speak.

“You what?”

“It’s still the best. By a lot. Because you…” He trails off again, and Seamus lays his hand on his burning cheek. Theo’s hand comes up to rest on top of it. Seamus thinks he knows what he wants to say, but sober, below 103 Theo just doesn’t say stuff like that. 

“Because I love you so much?” he teases softly, and bumps his nose into Theo’s, who rolls his eyes even as a smirk forms on his face. “Because I’m here with you? Is that what you’re trying to say?”

Theo rolls onto his back, in a full smile.

“No, I wasn’t going to say that.”

“What were you going to say?”

“Because you’re naked in bed with me,” he says, and Seamus shoves his shoulder. He sniffles and rubs his nose. “But I do love you,” he says quietly. “God, I’m really sweaty now.”

Seamus pecks a kiss on his forehead.

“Merry Christmas.”

[dontfeeltoohot]

Autumn Snz Prompt Day 3 - Sick After Midterms - Teacher AU - Steddie

New AU! I honestly disliked this prompt, and wanted to find a way around dealing with a college AU, so this is what came out of it. I hope you enjoy!

The thing about midterms, is that every person worries about them, and all of the students come to school to take them, even if they’re sick. Which, in the middle of October, they definitely are. So not only does it spread germs to other students, it spreads them to faculty as well. This includes Eddie, who doesn’t even teach a damn core subject or have a real midterm. 

He has a test, of course, making sure the eleventh and twelfth grade students in his theaters arts 3 and 4 classes are understanding the material. Kids who are in TA4 usually all pass any quiz or test he gives out, random or planned. He enjoys working with the kids, and enjoys that they’re the ones who are absolutely going to be actors and actresses for the rest of their life. 18 is a fun age, they have wit and snark, and are (mostly) done with excess hormones and bratty attitudes. 

The last day before fall break, the last day of the teens midterms for the week, Eddie walks into his large room with a sore throat, aching head, fever, and a large to-go cup of coffee, generously given to him by his husband, who’s on his way to his own office near the gym. 

Throughout the day, Eddie lets his dramatics take over. He and Steve have the same break period, but the guitarist stays at his desk when the last of his third period files out. His sinuses are aching, which makes his face throb. Blinking sluggishly, he’s not sure how long he stays hunched in his rolling chair until a hand is being placed onto his shoulder, causing Eddie to jump. 

“Hey, I came to check on you,” Steve frowns. 

“Hey, I came to check on you,” Steve frowns. 

The theater teacher wants to make a joke, say some witty line or lean in and kiss his husbands lips. Instead, he makes a small noise and rubs a hand down his face, turning to cough tiredly into his arm. 

“How’re you feeling?”

Steve fusses with Eddie’s hair, then presses a cool hand to his too-warm face, making the older man let out a small whine. Usually, if he’s sick, he powers through, maybe makes a joke about how germy he is. Today he’s aware he’s unnaturally quiet and listless. He just doesn’t have the energy for much else. 

“You’re burning up baby.” 

“I feel like garbage,” Eddie grumbles, sniffling. 

An itch blossoms in his sinuses, and he turns away, arm heavy as he pulls it to his face. 

“iiGKtSCHew! IhKSHHuhew! ihhGtShh’EW! Fuck..” 

“Bless you.” 

The sneezes scrape at his throat, and when Eddie swallows, his ears tug painfully, uncomfortable in a way that makes him grimace. Chilled, he lets his head fall to Steve’s shoulder, before finally forcing it up again. 

“I’m gonna get you sick.” 

“Like I care? You should see yourself Ed’s. You look sick as hell. Two more classes and we’ll be home okay?” 

Steve grabs a chair and sits with him the forty minutes they have left. Eddie starts drifting, head pillowed against his crossed arms on his desk. He wakes up when his husband jostles his shoulder lightly. 

“Hey baby, you gotta wake up, the bell’s about to ring.” 

Groaning, Eddie rubs at his face, giving Steve a hazy look. 

“You going to be okay if I leave?” 

“Yeah,” the long haired man croaks out, throat aching up into his ears. 

Not very convinced, Steve hugs him tightly then heads back to the gym. Eddie leans back in his chair as his second half of theater four comes in, all looking at him worriedly. Eddie rolls himself to the front of the room, back to the stage they have protruding from the wall. 

“Ok, listen up kiddos. I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck, eaten by Cerbus and spat back out. I have your test. Finish it, hand it to me, then do whatever the fuck you want, as long as it’s not loud and you can grab something to make it look like you’re working if Higgins comes in.” 

All the kids nod. A few of them make sympathetic noises. Eddie has one of the kids, Will; his favorite, hand the test out. It’s quiet aside from the sounds of pens and pencils scratching against paper. Slowly, people start finishing, handing the test papers to him. 

“They’ll be graded eventually, probably not for the first day back,” he adds, voice raspy after the last 18 year old hands the midterm in. 

The students wince at how bad he sounds, his voice on its last leg. Sniffling, Eddie stands and coughs, shivering as he makes his way across the room to throw a few tissues away. As he starts back to his desk, the teacher's head starts swimming, and he fumbles, putting a hand on the wall. 

“Woah, Mr. M, you okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Eddie rubs his eyes and determinedly gets back to his chair, letting out a shaky breath once he’s got his head leaning back. 

“Do whatever, just don’t make my headache worse.” 

When the final bell rings, Eddie stays put, waving half heartedly to the teens. The door shuts with a click, and he’s alone, cheeks flushed red, nose pink, skin pale. He feels entirely too cold, body shaking as he stands, knowing he needs to get his things. 

His classroom is completely cleaned up- Will and Max had taken it upon themselves to clean up everything that they could. Fumbling for his backpack, he picks it up and his arms feel like jello, unnaturally weak. Sniffling wetly, Eddie coughs into his arm and sluggishly goes to find Steve. 

As he walks into the Hawkins High gym, he spots Jason and Chrissy arguing about something. The basketball and cheer coaches are flaring at each other and Eddie, who has to walk by them, wishes he could teleport instead. He’s always hated Carver, from middle school to now, but it’s been a deeper loathing since Chrissy broke up with him and the blonde decided to make everyone’s life a living hell. 

The petite strawberry blonde stalks off in the opposite direction before Eddie passes, but he doesn’t get as lucky with Carver, who zeros in on him. Normally, the theater teacher would have some snarky one liner to direct at the jock, but he’s too tired, too sick, and as he brushes past the man, Carver moves and Eddie stumbles slightly into the wall. 

“Watch where you’re going Freak.” 

Eddie blinks at him, giving a tired cough into his arm. His head throbs as he does, and Jason stares at him with disgust on his face 

“The only reason you’re even a teacher here is because Harrington is the Athletic Director, and he sweet talked the superintendent into ignoring the fact you used to sell drugs to kids, and the fact you failed senior year twice,” the coach sneers. 

“Probably, now if you could move,” Eddie grumbles, really not in the mood to deal with more bullshit. 

The thing is, he’s sure Carver is right. The first school Eddie had applied to, he’d been denied. Then the second. He’d sworn to himself in the beginning he wouldn’t work at Hawkins High, wouldn’t go back to the place he spent 6 years of his life in hell. But he needed a job, so he’d applied and then somehow been accepted. He’s sure his husband had everything to do with it, but he’s never brought it up, because at the end of the day, he’s still got a job, despite however he got it. 

“You sick or something Munson? God you’re disgusti-“ 

“Hey Eds,” Steve walks out from the hallway that leads to everyone in the athletic departments offices.  

“Steve, think your husband is sick, might wanna take him home,” Carver says tersely, eyes traveling over the both of him. 

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m doing now, Jason. But thanks for the info. I’d also appreciate it if you’d not harass him,” Steve’s voice is clipped, and Eddie’s sure he uses the word harass to signify he can go to HR. 

“See you after break,” the blonde growls, stalking away. 

“You okay?” 

Steve’s got his bag with him, keys around his wrist. Eddie nods and rubs at his face, swallowing. He just wants to go home. 

“Can we leave?” His voice gives out at the last word, but he doesn’t bother trying to clear his throat, instead he just shuts his mouth and lets Steve lead him to the car. 

At least they have the next three days off. 

[bultaoreunheyyy]

Jimin's Hayfever

Title: Jimin's Hayfever

Word Count: 437

Sickie: Jimin (snz/allergies)

Caretakers: OT7

“I’m hoooome!”

Taehyung’s booming voice rings throughout the entire house. No one pays him much attention, except for Jungkook, who calls back from the kitchen, “We’re in here!” 

A minute later, Taehyung appears in the entryway to the kitchen, carrying in his arms a ridiculous amount of tissues– a whole pallet, practically, boxes stacked in a long double row and plastic wrapped together.

“I got the goods,” he announces. He holds the tissues above his head like a weightlifter and Jungkook bursts into giggles.

Namjoon pokes Jungkook in the side to make him giggle more. 

“Taehyungie, you’re so cute,” Hoseok smiles. 

“Thanks for remembering to get those, by the way,” Namjoon tells Taehyung. “They’re gonna be needed.”

Yoongi approaches with scissors. He cuts the plastic off the boxes, and then takes the tissues to distribute them throughout the house, leaving three boxes on the kitchen table.

Seokjin, who’s cooking lunch, clears his throat. “Hyung would have gone to the store to get those.” 

Taehyung shrugs. “I wanted to help. Plus, he can’t go another second without tissues.”

“Who can’t go another second?” Asks a sleepy voice from behind him.

They all turn to see Jimin standing there, looking like he just rolled out of bed, hair sticking up in all directions. His nose is red and stuffed up, if the way he’s breathing is anything to go by. 

It only takes a moment for Jimin to realize Taehyung is talking about him. 

“It’s not that bad,” Jimin insists, rolling his eyes. He plops down into a chair and rubs a finger under his nose.

Taehyung pats him on the head. “Okay. Sure.” 

Jimin ducks away and frowns. He points an accusing finger at Jungkook. “He’s the one who’s bad,” he deflects. 

Jungkook shakes his head. “Nope, I’m properly medicated now.”

Jimin ignores him and directs his finger toward Yoongi. “And he’s the one who’s bad in the fall. And he–”

They don’t get to find out who Jimin’s next target is, or even see who he’s pointing at, because he’s interrupted by his own sneeze. 

“hhh-HGSH!”

“Woah,” Hoseok comments, biting back a grin.

“There he goes,” Taehyung murmurs, patting Jimin on the head again.

“I’ll open the tissues!” Jungkook offers, reaching for a box and tearing the top open before handing it to Jimin with a bright smile. 

“Maybe I should have left a few more boxes out here,” Yoongi says, returning from his task.

Jimin squirms in his chair, pouting. “Stop,” he whines. “My hayfever isn’t that…that…”

“That what?” Taehyung prompts teasingly, only to be swatted away by Jimin a second before he sneezes again.  

“hhhKTCH!”

[oh-no-my-hand-slipped]

Hello, friend!

I have been holding onto the last prompt you sent me for far, FAR too long and I'm sorry to have let our prompt exchange die. I assure you, that is my first priority after Sicktember, now that I have cleared out all the other asks!

As a peace offering, I come bearing another prompt, since I saw you asking for inspiration. Without further ado:

Picture this: an incorrigible, lovestruck dandy, standing out in the rain to serenade or otherwise woo his beloved. (Is that person indifferent to him or do they favor him also?) He gets very ill for his troubles, coming down with a raging fever. His mates have you wrestle him into a tepid bath for his health while he continues to spout sonnets of love for his dearest.

Does the loved one come to take care of him? Or do his mates end up saving the day? Something else? Up to you!

I miss your work, and even if this prompt doesn't spark something or suit your fancy, I hope to see your writing on here again soon!

All the best to you.

Oh, my dear, dear friend! My snz companion! My rare and very much missed muse!

This is a wonderful idea. I love every bit of it. Now, that being said, don’t feel like you have to use my prompt soon, or at all! Just because I’m using yours doesn’t mean you have to “repay” me. Your creative, mental, and physical health comes first.

Now, without further ado, may I proudly present:

Love’s Sick

Length: Ficlet - Fic

Rating: 13+

Genre: Caretaking, Fever, Sickness, Emotional

Content Warning(s): Crying, Nightmares, Strong Language

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“I don’t believe in magic

No stories or fairy tales

No hidden gold, or a talking stone

Or dwarves drinking their weight in ale

But if there is no magic

No mermaids in the ocean blue

Then why am I charmed into your arms

Under this spell for you?”

Simon tried to move on to the chorus, but the strings of his lute scraped as he coughed roughly into his elbow. He looked up at the duchess’s window, hoping to see her eyes peeking out through the curtains. But, though he had been there for several hours, he was completely alone in the manor’s front garden.

“Nothing wrong with…a small intermission for m’lady…” Simon rasped sitting down against a nearby cherry tree.

Sweat slicked the back of his neck, and his chest heaved with effort. Without a handkerchief or a rose or even a loving gaze to keep him going, his bard’s heart sank along with him. With a cold gust of wind, Simon felt a few raindrops fall onto his forehead.

He looked up at the swirling gray clouds. He knew he should probably find more shelter than the leafless cherry tree, but he couldn’t bring himself to rise. With a pounding head, Simon closed his eyes, letting the pattering of rain lull him.

He began to drift in and out of sleep, hearing the howling wind raindrops against the branches. But he could not rest - her eyes watched him wherever he went, teasing him with her beckoning gaze. Simon tried to reach toward her, but his body felt of lead. Even when he began to hear familiar voices tripping over each other around him, he couldn’t lift his eyes.

“Of course, on the day he decides to rest himself it rains! His empty skull is surely so flooded one could catch fish.”

“He has never fallen asleep before, not even after several pints of mead. Is he…?”

“Oh, you weeping ass, of course not! See how his breast rises? He most likely found a tavern to his liking and had a few rounds.”

“A slave to the drink, not he. He isn’t a servant to mead. But out of this gloom, we must away soon, and then we may very well see.”

“Martin’s right. We can ask him once we find shelter from the storm - he doesn’t look well.”

“I certainly hope he isn’t. Perhaps then he will learn not to trot after wealthy heirs like a slobbering lapdog.”

“Zeal…”

Simon heard Zeal sigh.

“Oh, alright. He shall receive a proper scolding once we return to the cottage. Now, you take his legs, Martin, and I his shoulders…Ferdinand, clear a path. Now, on three. One…two…”

Simon drifted off again, not waking until he felt someone’s hands feeling his face and neck as the rain poured on a thin straw roof.

“Oh dear, he’s burning up. I knew he didn’t look well - he didn’t seem himself last night either.”

“Serves him right, for making us drag him through this tempest. A chill will cull his ever-burning heart. Perhaps that will keep him out of noblewomen’s windows and the rain.”

Simon’s heart squeezed, and he felt hot tears streaming down his cheeks. Even in his sleep, he knew. His temptress laughed tauntingly. Ferdinand began to shush him, running his hands through his dampened hair.

“Shhh, Simon, Simon, it’s alright. You’re back at the cottage. We’ll draw you a bath - oh, Zeal, look what you’ve done!”

Zeal clicked his tongue in annoyance, but said nothing else. Simon heard water being poured into a pot.

“Make sure not to boil it,” Ferdinand fussed. “He needs to be cooled. Martin, you’ll hold him up, won’t you? He could drown…”

“Gah!”

Simon cried out as the shock of cold water pooled around his body. He trembled, his chill only made worse by the frigid bath. His eyes finally blinked open.

His fellow bards were scattered around him. Ferdinand, with his large, brown eyes knelt next to the tub, hands clasped over his mouth. Zeal was at the table, leaning back in their only chair, reading - or pretending to read - a pamphlet he had gotten from an up-and-coming scholar. And though Simon couldn’t see Martin, he could feel his strong arms under his own, keeping his limp body from sinking any further into the water.

“S-so…c-c-cold…” Simon chattered, his naked body trembling. His soaked clothes had somehow been made into a pile on the floor next to the tub. Zeal snorted, closing his pamphlet.

“Shall I get the scullery maid?” he murmured, only just loud enough to make himself chuckle.

Ferdinand gave Zeal one of his reproachful looks, then looked back at Simon.

“We must cool you off first,” he said. “Then we’ll wrap you up nice and warm.”

Simon was going to protest, but a sting in his nose stopped him in his tracks. Martin’s arms moved further around his chest, keeping him steady.

“hih…hiiii’YESHOOOO!”

The sneeze made the bathwater ripple around him, spraying a few droplets into the air. His nostrils ached, still twitching. Ferdinand already had a piece of cloth in hand, setting it over Simon’s nose.

“Blow.”

Simon did as he was told. By the time he was finished, his chest was heaving from the effort. He had begun to warm up again - not even the tepid water was providing any relief. His eyes closed again, the dull light from the window hurting his eyes.

“Could it be a witches curse, or a-” Simon rasped before a ragged cough overtook him. His head pounded to a beat he could no longer follow. He felt himself being lifted again, but not with Martin’s ease. He heard bed springs squeak as he was laboriously set down.

“He really is a dandy, isn’t he?” Zeal said, his voice much closer now. “Even now, he sings for one he’s never met.”

Blessedly cold hands cupped his face, and Simon sighed with relief.

“If this fever doesn’t kill you, I will myself. You lovesick fool.”

Simon shivered, and, with a resigned sigh, a soft quilt was laid on top of him.

“And then I’ll kill whomever weighs upon your heart. That gigglesome goose was most likely hiding behind the curtain, drinking up your misled affections. But she’ll sing for thee, alright - a swan song!”

Zeal flew into a passion, his namesake.

“I’ll hang her from the rafters!” he proclaimed. “With a sign announcing her misdeeds written delicately with a bitch’s blood - quite fitting, I think!”

Simon would have laughed if he had the strength to. Zeal continued, quoting Othello’s final speech, describing in detail Judith’s murder of the general, and even taking a moment to wonder aloud where he would store the body after it had taken its last breath (the forest next to an abandoned road, he reasoned, would be best).

Zeal then went a bit into fever himself, and sat down at the table to rest.

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It wasn’t long before Martin and Ferdinand had come back, burlap sacks over their shoulders. By then, Simon had opened his eyes, but could barely turn his head without wincing. Every bone in his body ached, and it took all his strength to move even a finger.

“What did get from market today, market today?” Zeal sang, whispering the rhyme as the Martin and Ferdinand came in. “What did you get from market today, oh please tell me do!”

Ferdinand set down his burlap sack, replying without pause as he emptied it. He was quiet as well, glancing at Simon.

“A witches finger, two shillings off, the broom that kept her hide aloft! A silver tray, and may I say, it looks to me quite new!”

“The devil’s eye,” Martin replied, “to future seek, a bucket that has sprung a leak, a phoenix feather, tied and tethered, to my leather boot!”

Simon opened his mouth, but nothing came out. There was a pause, until Zeal sputtered.

“Ahem, er - that’s what you found at the market today, market today? That’s what you found at the market today, treasures far and few?”

Zeal clicked his tongue sharply against the back of his teeth.

“It’s alright,” Ferdinand said, already chopping what they had really bought. “It is a bit…different this time.”

Martin cleared his throat.

“The rhythm of life falls short - the tune is missing a chord. But as all the best, our friend must rest…for he has much endured.”

“You mustn’t be so dramatic,” Zeal said, flipping to another page in his pamphlet. “You talk as if he has one foot in the grave.”

Simon’s breath caught, and he began to cough. Martin’s large hands lifted him by the underarms and sat him up against the bed board, patting him on the back. His head swam from the blood rushing to it, and he could swear he heard a woman’s tittering.

“Diana?” he mumbled, before starting to cough again. Martin held him up with one hand, and felt his forehead with another.

“Should we draw another bath?” Ferdinand asked, the vegetables long forgotten. “Or perhaps light the fire? Oh dear, he hasn’t eaten since this morning, has he? Aren’t you supposed to starve a cold?”

Simon could almost see her feather fan, her sharp eyes only just peeking over the edges. Her gown shimmering like the night sky around her thin frame. Her ruby lips pursed as she whispered to the others.

What a beautiful nightmare.

A chill overtook him, and his entire body shivered - from fear or fever, he couldn’t tell. He made a strangled sound, almost collapsing in on himself.

“Simon!”

His chest heaved in what little breath he could, and began to cry, tears pooling down his red cheeks. She was so close, and yet so far. Yet again, his heart had been dropped.

And this time, it had finally shattered.

A cloth began dabbing away at his face.

“The fever is only getting worse,” Ferdinand said. “We can’t go to town - not in this storm! He won’t make it that far!”

Simon grasped at Martin’s shirt. He couldn’t be alone. Not now.

Suddenly, Simon felt himself being shifted to the side, then up. He came to rest on Martin’s chest.

“This chill isn’t caught from the rain - it’s an ill of a love ungained. With the warmth of a friend, and a soft hand to tend, his health will soon be regained.”

It wasn’t long before Simon’s chill subsided, and he calmed from Martin’s steady breaths. A squeak of the bed springs, and Ferdinand joined them, his arm only barely able to reach Simon’s side.

There was a silence, then yet another sigh from Zeal.

“If I awake with a single sniffle…”

The threat was left unfinished, and they were soon comfortably curled around each other, quilt only just fitting the three of them.

The rain fell much into the night - and even then, the musicians slept, their only sound a soft snoring.

@perfectpaperbluebirds

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The Anthology of Sick

The master list of what I've written! Recently I've been better about tagging things I write relatively uniformly, but I'm going to hunt back through and collect everything here so you don't have to!

Just a reminder/disclaimer. I write sick/snz fic, and nothing is really more than PG13. Fics written for the Sicktember 2022 challenge are denoted by a (S22) and their appropriate prompt number/day. You can also find them under the hashtag #sicktember 2022 on my page.

Fanfiction

All Creatures Great and Small (2020)

Stretched Thin (S22 #12)

After taking on the brunt of the work at the practice while Siegfried and Tristan are away, is it any wonder all the stress causes James Heriot to fall ill? Still, there’s no rest for him, not when a difficult bovine birth case needs his attention.

Like a Well-Oiled Machine (S22 #21)

While working in the clinic by himself, Tristan has an oversight that leads to some painful consequences. James is not impressed, to say the least. (not snz)

Black Sails

I Will Care for You

Thomas has a migraine. James is unused to the role of caretaker, but for Thomas, he will learn anything. (not snz)

Inland (S22 #6)

Slight pre-canon AU setting. Thomas takes James for a weekend holiday to the countryside. The cold James brings with him doesn’t prove nearly as disastrous as he had feared.

Landfall

Captain Flint returns to Nassau richer, but also wetter, sicker, and a bit more injured than when he left. Miranda puts up with him. (Pre-show, and relatively spoiler-free)

The Lord and the Lieutenant

London, 1705. James feels sick. Thomas feels some feelings toward him. Some tenderness between two friends who'd like to be a bit more than that.

Warmth

A long, cold-ridden day for James is brightened by the unexpected visit his lover pays him.

Don Quixote

Hour of Need (S22 #19)

A hero’s hero suffers a hero’s cold. Sancho Panza just suffers. (All apologies to Miguel Cervantes)

Horatio Hornblower

Building Trust

Early in his time on the Indefatigable, wet nights spent in the rigging catch up to Horatio, who tries to hide his illness. Archie notices and offers friendship (and a handkerchief).

Relief (S22 #15)

Sunburns and colds are a painful mix, no matter how soft your handkerchief is. Archie tries his best to help.

Shore Leave (Part 1, 2, 3)

Shore leave for our two heroes is dampened by the rain, Horatio's illness, and the unavailability of lodging. Archie tries his best to alleviate at least one of these sufferings.

The Man from Uncle (2015)

Lazy (S22 #18)

The combined forces of Napoleon and Gaby just might be strong enough to force Illya to take a sick day when he really needs one. 

Merlin

A little Merlin ditty

(Ficlet) Arthur has a bit of a cold. Merlin notices, and of course fusses a bit.

Stop and Go (S22 #24)

On the road back to Camelot, Arthur gets sick. (CW emeto mentions, not snz)

Night Fever (S22 #23)

Merlin can’t use his magic to heal Arthur, but perhaps his company is just as potent of a cure. (not snz)

Ted Lasso

Didn’t Feel That One Coming (S22 #5)

Jamie is fighting a cold; Roy is fighting his inclination to care about that fact.

Painkillers (S22 #2)

Roy is annoyed when Jamie asks him for painkillers. Annoyed. That feeling in his chest is definitely not concern, not a chance. (not snz)  

Three Musketeers

BBC Musketeers Drabble

The Inseparables are a bit worse for wear. Aramis is sick, Porthos is hurt, and Athos just wants them to shut up.

Care and Keeping (S22 #1)

D’Artagnan knows he’s meant to be caring for Aramis, but he doesn’t exactly know what such caring entails. Constance isn’t pleased when he pleads ignorance.

Ensconced

The fic where Porthos gets into the most contagious bedding known to man in order to comfort his flu-ridden brother.

Fearing the Unknown (S22 #28)

Ever since his head injury, Aramis suffers from chronic migraines. This is one more area in which D’Artagnan must expand his knowledge if he wants to be part of the Inseparables' brotherhood. (not snz)

The Handkerchief(s) of Aramis

D’Artagnan asks his friends to accompany him to London. Aramis agrees, but warns even his vast supply of handkerchiefs won’t be enough to get him through the damp weather. He proves correct.

A Helping Hand (S22 Alt. Prompt 2)

Aramis has a bad cough, and needs to apply the 17th century version of VapoRub. The problem is, he doesn’t have an uninjured hand with which to do so. But he does have a Porthos.

In Which the Character (and Handkerchief) of D’Artagnan is Put to the Test (S22 #13)

Inspired by: “No, you can’t fight a duel with a hay-fever like that.” But when the duelist in question is D’Artagnan, he’ll find a way through all the sneezing. 

Keeping Vigil (S22 #14)

With his three brothers all sporting various injuries and in need of care themselves, Aramis ignores his own health as he tends to them. D’Artagnan is less than pleased to find this out, but can he do anything about it?

A Little Help from My Friend 

Aramis has a cold and some terribly stuck sneezes. Porthos has a feather, a kink, and an idea.

Midnight Mass (S22 #29)

After spending weeks abed and terribly ill, Aramis swears he is well enough for one little Mass. His brothers aren't so sure.

An Off Day (S22 #20)

When the best shot in the regiment is having a bit of an off-day, Porthos gets to the bottom of what’s troubling him. (not snz)

Perfumed Peril

His lover's perfume is giving Aramis a bit of trouble...

Recitations

Aramis is too sick to visit his mistress for the night, but not too sick to visit Athos (who would much rather be drinking alone, thank you very much). Aramis puts Athos's self control to the test when he recites some of the poetry he was supposed to share that night with his lady friend.

Room Service (S22 #16)

Aramis checks up on Porthos after the man faints during his first day of training. Porthos gets the chance to return the favor when Aramis falls ill. 

Routine Intervention

Still new to the Musketeers and unsure of his place, D'Artagnan does not know what to make of it when Aramis, grumpy from his cold, and Athos, grumpy from his wine, get in a fight at the tavern over the latter's drinking habits.

Survivor’s Guilt (S22 #27)

In the wake of the massacre at Savoy, Aramis’s obsession with medicine and health adversely affects his own.

The Torment of D’Artagnan (S22 #10)

On the road, Aramis could really use a handkerchief, and D’Artagnan could really use a course in anger management.

An Unconventional Tryst

In which Aramis suffers the consequences of foolish lovemaking.

Under Control (S22 #4)

Athos swears his drinking is under control. Aramis finds evidence to the contrary. (not snz)

Weighed Down (S22 #17)

Aramis faints on a hot day. (not snz)

Yuri On Ice

Preparation

Yuuri has a competition. Victor is sick but insists he is well enough to coach. Tensions escalate as Yuuri feels increasingly that this isn't true.

On Video (Ficlet)

Away from his husband, Yuuri facetimes Victor, only to find the man has caught his cold. Victor isn't too upset.

Yuri on Ice Ficlet

Victor shows up to practice sick. Yurio and Yakov tell him off, each in their own way.

Taking Flight (Part 1, 2)

Already running late and terribly sick, Victor has a terrible travel day.

Germophobia

Yuuri's nightmares come true when Victor gets sick. He does his best to keep his head as well as show his husband the care he deserves.

Original Fiction

A Rainy Day's Work

Vague 17th/18th c. A highwayman, his lover, and a cold. Inspired by the folk song, "Whiskey in the Jar".

Fisherman's Friend

Late 19th c. A merchant fisherman finds himself with a cold while working the North Sea. Help comes from an unexpected source.

Time Sensitive (Ficlet)

Set during that vague era of ports of call and tall ships. A lad home from sea has the perfect present for his lover, who has the fetish.

OCs

Anatoly: Vague 20th c. A young country doctor and those who populate his practice. Ft. his tenuous relationship with a stray tabby cat named Mashka.

In vaguely chronological order:

Old Time’s Sake (S22 #9)

University student Anatoly is home from school when he catches a cold, and his mother’s folk remedies clash greatly with his modern, medical sensibilities. 

Things Unsaid, Things Undone (S22 #2)

Homesickness isn’t the only sickness Anatoly has to deal with on the train from his home to his new village. Still, his medical knowledge leaves him helpless to treat either.

A Welcome Sight 

The story of how Anatoly came to his countryside practice and found a cat along the way. Of course, he’s a bit under the weather for the whole excursion.

House Calls

Anatoly catches the cold that’s been going around his patients, which may present a few issues when it comes to administering his doctorly care.

Don’t Make Me Come Down There (S22 #8)

Sick with a lingering sinus infection, Anatoly gives his mother a call. She tries her best to coddle him from afar.

Finally Warm (S22 Alternate #3)

Usually the bringer of open windows and chills to Anatoly’s home, Mashka finally brings him something a bit more welcome when he is ill with the flu.

Not Alone (S22 #22)

When Anatoly comes down with a bad case of flu, he feels ashamed to call for help when he needs it. Dr. Rosenbaum tries to cure him of both his ills and his foolishness. 

Jonathan and Sarah: 1750s. Jonathan Lindsay, a member of Parliament, has entered a marriage with Sarah Lindsay, an asexual woman of a wealthy merchant background, to divert suspicion of his sexuality. They care for each other deeply as friends and know what the other does and doesn't want in a marriage.

Unspoken (Part 1, 2)

Jonathan is coming down with a cold, but still wants to care for his wife. Sarah wishes he'd care a bit more for himself, though, especially as he readies himself for a visit from his father.

Suffering in Silence (S22 #26)

Perhaps Jonathan Lindsay should not have gone into Parliament with a brewing cold; in any case, he is here now, and he will not interrupt the proceedings by coughing.

A Bit of Sun (S22 #30)

Jonathan and Sarah have opposing ideas of the best place to be when recovering from a cold. They make it work.

Lady Madeleine and Jeanne: F/F, France, 15th c.

Admittance (S22 #7)

Lady Madeleine pines after her chambermaid, and she may be able to leverage the slight cold she contracts while her husband is away to her benefit in this regard. 

[silentsneezes]

could you maybe elaborate on the whole ”cold season is a nightmare” thing? like maybe how many times he gets sick? that would be totally awesome. (ur work is legit so good, i aspire to write sneezes that good one day🫡)

of course! thank you so much, i’m glad you enjoy my writing :) i hope you enjoy this sick eddie ficlet! (slight snz kink steve)

“Can I get you anything, love?” Steve asks sympathetically. Eddie is strewn over his lap on the couch, breathing congestedly and trying not to let the grim reaper take him away (his words, not Steve’s).

“A new immunde systemb?” Eddie jokes. His pink nostrils flare delicately, raw and bothered from hours of sneezing.

Unsurprisingly, Eddie caught another cold. He’s never been particularly healthy, but cold season always kicks his ass. It seems like every time he gets healthy again, he gets knocked down by some illness. Of course, hanging out with kids all the time hasn’t helped.

Eddie’s chest rises and falls abnormally as his breath catches. Steve reacts before Eddie does, grabbing the (already damp) bandana from Eddie’s lap and massaging the sick boy’s nose.

“Snff… heh…” a sneeze teases the sick boy. His brows are furrowed, mouth slightly agape, pink nose trembling with anticipation for the expulsion. Steve rubs at Eddie’s nose softly with the fabric, either trying to coax out a sneeze or quell the itch. Eddie’s nose decides on the former.

"h'PSHHH! eh EH'K'TSHH! N'GXSHT!"

His body jolts forwards with each sneeze; Steve frowns sympathetically, catching the string of sneezes in Eddie’s bandana.

“Bless you,” he mumbles, shifting to relieve some pressure in his pants.

Eddie relaxes back into Steve, snuffling against his wrist and shutting his heavy eyes. The trailer fills with quiet congested breathing as Steve plays with the ill boy’s hair. They have a few minutes of peace before Eddie’s nose starts twitching again.

He sniffs harshly, not eager to sneeze again, “You’re shidding.. snf… me.”

Steve presses a sympathetic kiss to Eddie’s warm forehead, frowning at the heat. He lifts Eddie off of him and stands up, leaving his ill boyfriend on the couch temporarily. He wanders over to the kitchen and grabs some medicine, a thermometer, and a mug of tea.

"eh'KTSHUH!" Eddie sneezes wetly, resulting in a heavy sniffle. Steve blesses him and returns to the couch.

“Open up,” Steve prompts softly, positioning the thermometer under Eddie’s tongue.

“Well, areb’t you a handsombe nursde. Where’s your dress?”

Steve rolls his eyes and flicks Eddie’s shoulder, “In your dreams, Munson.”

Eddie mumbles a sarcastic comment, but stops when the thermometer nearly falls out of his mouth. The two boys sit in silence as they wait for a temperature reading.

Eddie scowls as a sudden prickling in the back of his nose grows. He brings his thumb and forefinger up to his nose, scrubbing the raw skin roughly.

"k'tshh ih'ntshoo hih'p'TSHH!"

Three sneezes tumble out of him, caught in his bare hand. The thermometer falls onto his lap.

“Shid,” Eddie fumbles for his bandana, cringing at the moisture on his palm.

Steve swallows dryly, his pants creating a tent and his stomach filling with heat.

“Holy shit,” Steve breaths quietly, completely smitten with the sneezy boy, “Bless you.”

Eddie looks up at Steve after giving his nose a soft, but productive, blow. He smirks, “Sorry I’m just so… snddff… sdeezy.”

Steve flushes red, “Shut up,” he quips embarrassedly. He places the thermometer back under Eddie’s tongue.

Luckily, Eddie’s nose decides to calm down for a while. He takes a few fever reducers and curls up on Steve’s lap again, falling into a feverish sleep after a few minutes.