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Name's Libet, although I do answer to pretty boy.
23, he/she/they, en/de, bi, not quite perpetually horny. I haven't updated this bio in years.
I draw things. I write things. Occasionally I sneeze for public consumption.
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Call me Libet, my bio is pretty good at introducing me tbh, but I felt I’d make something of an all intents “this is me” pinned post for those wondering things. I am a cis man, but often indulge in gender shenanigans. He/they.
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now that the disclaimers are done, uhhhhhhhh
My DMs are always open, my discord is in my bio, always open to more interaction, even though i’m a fuckinnnn dork lol
I have a sneeze fetish and an (admittedly, nonsexual) interest in hurt/comfort sorts of stuff. I have other sexual interests (which are tangentially related and you can find out if you wanna dm me about it) but that’s mainly what this blog’s about.
got a lot of ocs, got a lot of interests, i write, i draw, i VA/record myself sneezing sometimes, eeeeverything’s for sale my friend. err--actually no, it’s free. i post some scenarios and some general thoughts, and do my best to tag stuff i make.
#libet blibet for posts i consider "misc"/talking, pretty much any original text post that's not a fic or something i make will include that one
#libet fic for fics
#my wavs for...my wavs?
#my vids for...my vids. shocker
#libet art for art
#snilence is my general purpose tag for an OC verse with a similar name
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i’ll probably post some art and fics of some sort at some point in some place (here and here).
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(awawawawa, another fic in the vein of A Royal Request! this one involves Charlie messing about with Cassie in a dusty library. here's a ref for Cassie! hopefully I'll have one soon for Charlie...oh, here's some cool art of my girls, too!)
Cassiopeia was not what she would consider an avid reader--at least, not anymore. Sure, she read plenty when she was still going to school, and she did keep a shelf of books when she lived with her parents. She still had at least one thing she was reading at a time, now, but that was slow, fitful, and she rarely found the time to make it happen.
But when Princess Charlotte proposed to her, the "scholar" of the group (she still has no idea where that one came from--I mean, she dropped out), that she spend time in the royal library; a place filled with more books than Cassie sincerely believed possible, more than the academy, even, which supposedly had shelves stocked by magic; she obviously said yes.
Walking in, Cassie felt less like a kid in a candy store and more like a kid dropped in the deep end of a candy pool.
It was truly a mind-boggling amount of literature, and she struggled to contain her excitement as she entered. No, in actuality, she failed to contain it. She started shaking--vibrating, more like--and a wide smile thinned her full lips as she pumped both fists together and downright squealed in joy; a sound which, though quieter than it could've been, filled the vast space easily.
"Shh."
Charlotte was sat in a comfortable looking chair, holding open a book that looked older than her kingdom. A plain porcelain finger sat against her lips, indicating that she should whisper. Cassie blushed.
Her giddy smile was met with one just as warm as Charlie watched her barely avoid running up to meet the shelf in front, widened eye scanning each cover for only a second before committing them to memory.
"I'm sure you'd like to explore, but I've already had our royal librarian gather books relevant to the prophecy as it is. And," she paused, gaze unmoved, before finishing "your curse."
Cassie stopped, shock briefly appearing on her face as Charlotte's words slap her back into reality.
...Right. Right.
She needs to focus. She's a dropout, but she can read. She's a mage. She's got this, she just needs to keep her eye on the ball. She's had her time hanging at the window and peaking in; she has to let go or they'll smash her fingers. Right. She's got it. No more childish outbursts. They have more important things to worry about.
She clears her throat.
"Thank you. I'll get started right away."
Sndf.
...Ugh, really?
Walking toward the table, Cassie rubs the itch out of her nose before it can start, smushing her nostrils against her glove and ignoring the cold, wet feeling in the spot where contact was made. The air wasn't heavy with it, but Cassie knew dust when she smelled it--or, at least, her nose reacted to dust when she smelled it. Often unpleasantly. Often unpleasantly and shamefully.
Often unpleasantly and shamefully and at the most humiliating times and if it happened in front of the princess she fears she'd die of embarrassment on the spot, which is why she keeps her nose buried in her wrist as she opens the first book in the stack, sniffling and uncomfortable, hoping to stop an allergy attack before it begins. The dust wasn't quite visible, but it was here.
Charlotte casts more than a few glances in her direction, watching the way she massages up and down along the tip and conceals both nostrils, which must be running by now. Her heart is pounding.
But a princess must maintain her decorum. Besides that, she feels like allowing Cassie to naturally lose to her own body is a little more fun.
And, indeed, she knows...it's only a matter of time, now.
Cassie clears her throat, thicker this time. Charlie looks up on reflex and they briefly make eye contact before both turn away in embarrassment. Charlie looks back first, staring.
"Are you alright?" Both are sweating for different reasons. Cassie nods jerkily.
"Y-yeah! I'm just..." She pauses, hoping Charlie will say something elegant to fill the gap, but she just watches. "...ugh, dust...y-y'know?"
Charlie smiles, feeling her heart leap at the word.
"I do have a handkerchief, if you-"
"N-no!" Charlie's finger reappears at her lips, and Cassie sighs, entirely too on edge right now. "No, I'm...I'm fine, your majesty. I'm well. My nose is just tickly."
No, a handkerchief was unnecessary! Totally...unnecessary. It definitely wasn't because she didn't want Charlotte to worry and dote over her more than she had to.
Charlie isn't sure if she's adding emphasis on purpose, or if she's just hearing things. Maybe a little of both. Either way, Cassie is clueless, which is good.
Charlotte stares down at the barest drops of clear mucus threatening to run down her face, moisture settling in small pools at the edge of both nostrils, shining as they reflect light, traveling back and forth as she sniffles.
Charlotte's throat is dry again. She coughs and disguises it as a scoff.
"Alright then, suit yourself." She's still smiling. Both return their attention to their respective books, and Cassiopeia feels tension drop from her shoulders, now that the attention isn't on her. The dust is still prickling in her nostrils, but that's fine. It's definitely calming down.
Definitely sort of...kind of...okay, no, it's getting worse, and Cassie has started rubbing her eyes as well, trying her hardest to stay focused. She's trying to avoid sniffling, now; as much as her nose is running, every bit of air through her nose just makes it worse, and she doesn't want Charlotte to ask after the sound.
She rubs open palmed. Back and forth, around and around in a circle, searching for any relief she can make. She wipes up, then holds her finger under it, attempting to squash the tickle entirely too late.
She can feel the dust as it settles along each surface in her nose; she imagines the billowing clouds as it stirs up from each subtle little movement of her head, twisting and bending around itself in tiny little teasing, tickly motions as it tumbles and spreads itself everywhere inside, trapped by her finger, as it just tickles, and tickles, and--
She pinches her nose shut, trying to stop thinking about the amount of dust filling out the space in her nose completely, itching and tickling with abandon. She-
"hH-" Oh no...oh no, no, no no no no no...please no...!
A sip of breath is all either of them need to hear to know it's inevitable, by now.
Not that she'll go down without a fight.
"iigGHH-Nnxxkt-! HHh-hHigxshh! Ghh-"
...is what Cassie thinks approximately 2 seconds before she gives in to two half-stifles that are so intense she feels a little dizzy afterward.
The princess turns, doing her best to appear shocked (which isn't actually that difficult; she wasn't expecting Cassie's sneeze to sound so powerful), and paints concern onto her face (which is also not entirely false).
"My. Gods' blessings, dear."
"N-nuh-n-" her eyebrows contract and relax, expression changing with the feeling blossoming in her nose, "N-not done...! N-muh-hiihH-!" Her fingers tense against her nose, head falling forward as she- "ghH-kNnxxshhew! Nxxtsh! Nxxgshh! Hnng-KkxxshhHew-!"
She awaits the princess to shush her again, her voice raising in both pitch and volume as time goes on, shame and regret pooling in her chest like a leaden weight, internally asking why she had to come to the library, why she had to be allergic to dust, why she could never just keep herself under control.
"Poor dear..." The princess's gentle voice adds to her humiliation, reminding her she has an audience, and strengthening Cassie's desire for the floor to swallow her up.
"I'm-I'm s-sorry, I- uhNnkSHhh-sshhh-!"
"Bless you! Goodness..."
The princess didn't know the half of it. Not until Cassie finally decided to separate her face from her hand, revealing a slimy trail of mucus from her nose to-she slaps her hand back over her face, mortified.
Charlie fans herself.
"I-d-y-" Now freed from her tight grip, dust has the opportunity to enter and leave her nose all anew, and again, her breath hitches.
"Kuh-hHIIH-kKssshheww!"
...Oh, she needed that one.
More snot runs from her nose, blown out with the force of another helpless sneeze.
She doesn't want to open her eye, nor does she want to move her hand. In fact, caught between the decision of running away, actually sinking through the floor using magic, and just giving up and breaking down in tears, Cassie is stuck in choice paralysis.
Choice paralysis not quite broken by the impossibly soft fabric wiping her eye for her, following a trail down her face, and copying the motion on the other side, careful not to touch the eyepatch.
"Wh-?!"
"Relax. Allow me."
"N-you-I-maj-majesty, I-I-hHiIh-!"
"Give me your hand."
Cassie tried to shake her head, but Charlie's grip wouldn't budge. She reels, determined to hold back this time, however long Charlotte took with her.
If there was one thing Cassie did not want to do, ever, it was to sneeze in the princess's face by accident.
Unfortunately for her, Charlie took special pleasure in making her wait.
It was hard not to, now that she was seeing, with proper attention, exactly what the dust had done to her...was doing to her.
She hovered at the edge, tongue pressing up and down as Cassie stuttered and gasped, fighting for control with her nose, which prickled and itched at her gentle touch, handkerchief wrapped around Charlotte's hand, cloth fingers dabbing at her nostrils, mopping up mess and sweat in the same motion.
She huffed and heaved, baring her teeth and scarcely holding herself together, wrinkles showing just how much force each muscle of her face strained with, every feature fighting an inevitable release with as much vigor and vitality as her meager body can manage.
It's not enough.
"Hgh-!? Hh-hhih-hh-! Hg-highness-!" She wheezes, hands flapping wildly as she tries to motion for the princess to back up, to stop wiping her face, to-!
The itch suddenly presses itself onto the left wall of Cassie's right nostril, bringing the feeling to a fever pitch and finally overwhelming her.
"UhhIISHHHEEWWw-!"
"Oh!"
Charlie smiles pleasantly, aware her plaything cannot see it. She watches as Cassie's head lurches toward her, eye shut tightly, bottom lip pressing in front of the top as yet more spray meets the princess directly this time.
Cassie doesn't have time to appreciate the great indignity she's put her through.
This time, she doesn't have the luxury of wrestling back control. There is no denying it; she is going to sneeze until the dust is done with her, this time. She hitches up uncontrollably, scarcely able to breathe before-
"Ohh, you poor thing..." With barely contained lust, the princess folded the handkerchief over her hands once more, another layer of cloth shielding the open palm she holds in front of the mage's face.
"Here. Sneeze into this."
"Hh-?! Nuh-h-hHIHH-Hh-highness, I-Hhouhgh-?! I c-" She manages to swallow, the thick feeling briefly silencing her congested, broken protests.
"I-I can't stop sneezing-! hHIEHH-!"
Charlotte's smile widens and she clears her throat, trying to muster concern in her voice.
"It's quite alright, Cassiopeia, I assure you. I've got you. Just let them go."
She whines, still holding out.
"That's an order."
"HiUhngG-GGSCHHEWW! IGHHKKSSSHH-ISSH-HiIISHH-GSSHH-! hHIEKKSHHEWW! EHH-GGKSSHHew-uh-gEH-HIIISHHg! Ehhguh-Hshhh-!Ugh-ggsSHhh! Ughh-!" She whimpers, each successive sneeze doing very little to clear the tickle and doing a great deal to loosen the congestion in her nose.
"Shh, sh sh sh...that's a good girl."
Cassie shudders, ashamed but relieved that Charlie seems to be...receptive to her struggles, at least...
Charlotte submerges her hand in a sea of black, her curls much softer in her hand than she expected. In fact, everything about her seemed softer than she was expecting, more slight of frame, more...pliable than one expected from a hero meant to save the world.
"Huh-IISHH! Ughh..."
Cassie can feel the shape of the princess's hand wrapped around her nose, shielding both nostrils with the cloth as they work to rid themselves of the dust.
It doesn't seem to be getting any better. In fact, it's getting worse, and she doesn't know why.
There is a lull in her sneezing, and Charlie decides to take her chance before she's trapped in another fit.
She presses her face in, allowing a small gap where Cassie's nose, shining red and profoundly irritated, is visible, and available for a small kiss.
"Dfwhuh-?!?!" The sound of the princess smooching the tip is unmistakable, quiet as it is.
"Such a lovely nose...I thought it needed a kiss."
Cassie's words die in her throat. Her sneezes, on the other hand...
"Egkk-sshheww! Gssh-kkshh-uhhshhew!"
They're taking a lot of the attention she wants to put into questioning what the princess is thinking right now, or what she should do, or-well, there's not much she can do with the princess using one hand to cover her nose, and the other to press her head into her hand.
...And she's continually sneezing...into her hand...into her...
"Hehn-kKsshew!"
Repeated, uncontrollable sneezes, over and over, all held within her delicate hand, guided, under her direction, under her orders, as her...subject, to give in to her nose. To the dust.
To give in to the sneezing fit, and let go.
...Wait, why does this feel like...?
"Finally!"
Cassie jumps, unaware anyone else was in the library with them. Charlie's smile drops.
"I'm finished, ma'am!" A maid appears, popping out from behind one of the enormous shelves sporting a feather duster very heavily laden with dust, as though it were imbued into each feather.
"Every shelf, top to bottom, end to end, across the entire library, dusted as thoroughly as any space can be dusted! This new magic duster you showed me worked like a charm! I didn't need to take any time to clean it, just like you said!"
The maid only now looks up and notices her lady...erm, busy. Very busy.
Very busy with one of the legendary heroes meant to save the world.
Holding a...huh?
"Hihh-gsSSH-eww...!"
...
"Uh-"
"Harriet."
The maid instantly falls to her knees, head to the floor, ready to beg for her job, her life, her family's life-
"Harriet." The princess's voice is cold, crisp, and it stops the maid short.
Harriet raises her head, deigning to look her majesty in the eye. Her expression gives nothing away.
"Leave. Now."
"At-at once, my lady!"
"Wait."
The maid stops short midstep. Cassie's breath hitches, and she pushes her nose deeper into Charlie's hand, trying to rub it.
The princess seems to consider, looking from the girl nestled in her hand to the one halfway out the door.
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sorry, another poll, but i would love to know the overlap of snzfuckers who are also into dacryphilia. those are my only ‘strange’ kinks that i don’t always think of in terms of sex. i am into it in the same way i am sneezing, i mostly (but not always) enjoy it in a causal setting, not a sexual one, just getting to take care of someone in everyday life is hot to me. if you are a dacryphiliac who only enjoys it in only sexual situations, this is for dacryphiliacs of any kind, let me know how many of us there are out there!
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I get a kick out of combining my fetish with niche interests because it means i get to have wholly unique thoughts. Im the only one who’s thinking up scenarios where glup shitto would be sneezing his head off. Im the supreme leader over a kingdom of one.
there is something about not wanting to do something/not wanting something to happen specifically because it'll make you sneeze.
not anything else. not "oh, i'll be so stuffed up, oh, i'll ruin my makeup, oh, i'll be spraying snot everywhere," no. it's about seeing a sneeze as an inherently bad thing. a thing you have to do that sucks. something that happens to you that sucks.
and there's something that makes you sneeze, whether you want to or not, so you want to avoid it, because sneezing sucks. and being around this thing sucks because you'll be sneezing.
teasing someone with a cold saying "oh it's not that bad, what, you're sneezing a little more often? got a runny nose? pshh. lame." so they get pissed off and decide to give you their cold to see who's lame now
Oh? You have "the sniffles"? You think you're "catching a cold"? You're "very sneezy" today? Those flowers are "tickling your nose"? You're "all stuffed up"? ..ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME
Kim and Ramona decide to go out for drinks while Scott's at home sick. One thing leads to another, and Kim brings up an old interest without thinking about it, inadvertently saying something very silly, which may or may not, in turn, lead to her doing something silly.
I was initially planning on publishing something Scott focused first, but I woke up one morning and this entire scene just kinda spilled out of my head. I hope you lot don't mind some vaguely lesbian shenanigans. It's a bit of a slow burn to start.
"...Kim, what th' hell are you on about?"
These are the words that slap Kimberly Pine out of her drunken stupor and make her realize where she is, who she's with, and what she just said. Her cheeks practically glow from the heat they're producing.
Where: Lee's Palace, a little after midnight, several drinks deep, head lazily propped on one hand, everything slightly spinning.
Who: Her and Ramona, on their own, shooting the shit. Kim wanted to go out for once, but Stephen was busy, she preferred drinking lighter fluid to going alone with Scott (besides, he was apparently coming down with something, or at least that's what he'd said at rehearsal), and anybody else felt a little weird, like, she just didn't know them well enough, and trying to get to know them sounded like too much effort.
And she didn't want to go alone. That was somehow sadder than going with Scott.
It seemed like an obvious choice. Besides, Kim liked Ramona and Ramona liked Kim. They certainly had things in common.
...Yes, they had things in common. Many.
But apparently not this.
"Jus'..." she cleared her throat, shaking her head to try to bring her mouth into focus. "Just...forget it, okay?"
What: Kim might've said something weird. Very, very weird, now that she thought about it. Weird enough that Ramona had paused, smile dropping, and started staring at her.
She hadn't really thought about it for a while--I mean, Scott had a shockingly good immune system. What was that saying about idiots and headcolds...? It just wasn't something that came to mind much, anymore, and they'd just been talking about nothing in particular, Ramona had brought up Scott, since he was sick, apparently, and...it just...
It didn't really matter at this point. She'd said it, Ramona heard it, and now she was staring.
She didn't really know what she'd exactly said--it wasn't really something she was thinking about, so she didn't really remember it. The words sort of just...spilled out before she could even consider how bizarre she would seem. Maybe it was the vodka, maybe it was just how comfortable she felt around Ramona, but she could never seem to keep her inside thoughts from becoming outside thoughts around her. And now, for maybe the first time, she was actually regretting it.
"...Okayy..." Ramona let it hang for a moment, clearly not finished with her thought. "...but...like...no, seriously, what?" ...yeah, Ramona was pretty sloshed herself. Maybe if Kim was lucky, she wouldn't remember any of this. "You think that's hot? Like, sexy?" It's not the first time, but Kim's not sure she's ever felt so strongly about curling up into a ball and dying.
She sighs, exasperated, and Ramona finally realizes what she's doing and not so subtly averts her eyes. For some reason, she's feeling embarrassed as well.
"...kinda." There are those inside thoughts again. It was barely above a whisper, to be fair.
Well, and-okay, maybe-she's sure Ramona is into some weird stuff too. It's not like-like-sneezing of all things was probably one of the most tame things you could be into. It was also, like...I mean, there are people who get off to piss. And like, people pissing themselves. Like, sneezing is kinda...normal, compared to that, maybe?
These are the thoughts running through Kim's head as she agonizes over whether Ramona will ever see her the same way. She knows she isn't convincing herself, but it's all she can do to keep from dissolving into a puddle. Or just, like, running away. Yeah, that seemed preferable.
"...huh. M'kay." Ramona's hard to read sober, and it's even harder when both of them are trashed, but she thinks that's...a good sign? "But...so, like, what about it?" "Whuh-?" "What about it is hot? I don' really get it." Kim, after a moment of processing, slowly sinks deeper into her hand.
Kill me now. Please. Please just have the roof collapse in on me.
"I...I dunno, i's just like...I dunno." She guesses that she has to give a proper answer to that, if only to keep the conversation from stalling, and making the entire thing more awkward than it already is. "Like, it's...I guess, it's like...y'know, it's vulnerability. Like you can't...you can't help it, you know? Or something..."
"Hm. I never really thought about it like that..." Ramona seemed genuinely fascinated, and Kim wasn't sure if she liked that or hated it. It certainly made her feel more at ease, though she was still feeling very self-conscious.
"And like, they're...I guess they're cute." Scott's in particular, she mumbles her way through saying. Ramona tried imagining the sound of everyone she knew sneezing, keeping Kim's words in mind, and...well, she saw what Kim meant about vulnerability. And some of them were definitely cute. Scott's definitely stood out, and there were a few...I mean, Lucas Lee had those little fairy sneezes that she'd always teased him about. She smiled thinking back on it...well, and there was Roxie. Those tiny little squeaks she always tried to muffle so she wouldn't notice...and that sound like a gunshot when she finally let them out uninhibited, thinking Ramona had already left.
But she doesn't really get what turned her on about it. It was hard to really imagine.
...Her mind turned to the sound of her own sneezes. The feeling of sneezing. Well, there was definitely something very...relieving about them. It felt good to let them out, as much as she hated to admit it. All things considered...I mean, it kinda made sense, but like...
"Huh. I guess." Now that she thought about it, she hadn't ever heard Kim sneeze. And now that they were talking about it, it made her curious. Well, and she figured, this in mind, watching somebody sneeze up close seemed like a better way to see what she's talking about.
It seemed awkward to just ask for it, though. I mean, like, to Kim, that was...that was equivalent to asking for nudes, or something, wasn't it? And it was a weird question anyway.
...But the more she thought about it, the more she wanted it. It was difficult to enunciate why.
I mean, well...
She liked Kim. That seemed like reason enough.
"Wellll I've never heard you sneeze before." That was maybe a bit forward, but she doesn't care. Kim never minded before. And the way her face lights up, sweating bullets as she lifts up from her hand, taken aback, also strikes Ramona as very cute.
"Y-" she blinks, hard, "Y-yeah, I...guess you haven't." It's all she can think to say, and her heart leaps as it makes Ramona chuckle.
"Sorry, that was sudden, huh? Just thinking out loud." Ramona's regained control of her speech, the alcohol apparently doing nothing but giving her more confidence. Kim, by contrast, seems to be tripping over her own tongue. Ramona had never seen her so out of sorts over anything. "Y-you..."
Kim's brain is short-circuiting. Is she suggesting what she thinks she's suggesting? What she hopes? Or is she just completely fried? I mean, she and Ramona...like...
She can't think straight. She's never felt this...out of control around her. Things had gotten hot and heavy before, sure, but...
"W-" she licks her lips, "...would you like to?"
There was her mouth working before her brain again. Though there was definitely another body part more in control than her brain or her mouth right now...
"Yeah." Ramona was blushing as well, and she wasn't entirely sure why.
There were other people in conversation around them, but the vibe had mostly simmered to more low energy, relaxed chatter; the room was filled with that kind of low drone and warmth of people enjoying each other's company without putting much effort into talking. It would put you to sleep if you weren't careful.
Kim, by contrast, was wide awake. Her whole body was filled with electricity.
She was too conscious, actually. She picked up her glass and downed the last of it in 3 gulps, slamming it onto the table so hard she feels like she'll break it, before picking up a napkin from the stack and getting to work.
"...So, like, what makes you sneeze? Should I tip this pepper shaker over your head?" Ramona wiggled it between two fingers, and Kim felt her chest tighten. "No-and put that down." Ramona quietly complied, smirking at that snip.
"I have..." the alcohol washed over her, and her hands stopped for a moment, before resuming. "I have...pretty bad allergies, but...yknow, meds. So-" finished with her creation, she held it up, one end of the napkin twisted into a downright tiny point. "We're gonna have to get creative." Ramona stared at it curiously, making an enthused little oooh sound as Kim shoved it up her left nostril.
Her nose wasn't the most sensitive in the world. I mean, even on bad allergy days, it more just felt like there was a constant itch in her nostrils that wouldn't go away, no matter what she did. And, drunk as she was, the feeling wasn't very easy to find. Add on that she hasn't done this in a while, and it makes the first minute or two of the action uncomfortable.
"...Sooo, you just twist it up like that...h'v' you done this before?" It was innocent curiosity, but the implication made Kim squirm. "Y-yeah. It's...like, one of the most consistent things you can use." "Napkins?" "Any kind of paper, really, but mos' people use tissues." She sniffled, and Ramona watched with great interest. "You ever use anything else? Like...q-tips, or something? Feathers?"
"Y-hehh-" Before she knew it, Kim finally brushed up against an especially sensitive spot, and her breath caught. Ramona's eyes widened slightly, pursing her lips. Kim cleared her throat.
"Yes. Shush, I'm tryna focus..."
Ramona smirked, enjoying both the effort she was putting in and the slur in her speech.
It went back and forth. One moment, Kim's breath caught, her eyes shut, and her body seized up. The next, her eyes blinked open, sniffling in disappointment. Ramona's eyes picked up on every little detail as it flashed past her face--the subtle way Kim's eyes would narrow into shutting, each little twitch a successive frame in series, wrestling with a reflex. The way her lips pursed and buckled as she grit her teeth; a soft pink becoming a more pronounced gradient blurring the lines between lip and skin. And that little crinkle in her nose--like crow's feet, digging into the freckled flesh as her mouth opened wide and she gasped, each breath stuttering forward high pitched and desp-
"Hh-hheEsSSSHUHH!"
-erate as she squeezes up, and up, and pitches down, forward, pressing her nose into the napkin as the sneeze explodes from her.
There's a slight lull in the air--in comparison to the lowkey vibe around them, the sound of her sneeze was about 20 dB higher. Which is to say, given the way decibels work...well, y'know, the scale is logarithmic, so-
It was really fuckin' loud.
Kim feels her cheeks redden as the room lights up in a variety of "bless you!"s and "holy shit"s, and she can hardly bring herself up to look at Ramona...who is also blushing, but also smiling in a way that makes Kim's heart sink. Her hand is practically over her mouth in muted shock, and Kim fights the urge to groan.
She sniffled, the sound significantly wetter now.
"...Okayyy..." Between the alcohol and her grin, the k sounded more like a g. She leaned in, jovial expression unbroken as Kim shifted uncomfortably. "I think I'm starting to get the pictureee..." Admittedly, Ramona isn't sure what she's getting. Kind of a boner? Definitely kind of a boner. Definitely kind of sort of a boner. "Bless you~!..." Ramona chuckled as Kim sank further into herself.
At least, looking down at the way Kim was reacting...well, and the more she thought about the sound, she supposed she did...
Maybe she's just drunk, or maybe...all of those faces Kim was making...maybe, I mean, just with her, maybe...
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"Oh." "Bwuh?!"
Bright white text appeared above her head. Some dude across the room spits out his drink. Ramona's cheeks brighten. Kim wishes she could melt through the floor.
"..." "..."
Ramona rolled a lock of her hair over her finger. "...So are you doing anything after this?" Kim blinked, watching Ramona put on her coat. "...sleeping?" "Awesome. Let's go." "...what?"
AND THEN THEY WENT TO KIM'S AND HAD AWESOME SNZBIAN SEX.
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