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so how do we feel about couples where person A has a harsh/powerful sneeze and person B is into it but the twist is that A's sneezes are at risk of being destructive (elemental, gusty, whichever) so B has to help them fight it/hold back (all blushy too because it could involve feeling their heaving chest and/or their twitching nose/nostrils huuafff)
person with supernatural abilities that become dangerous and out of control when theyre sick x person with a power-nullifying ability who needs to put themself in the line of fire so to speak to prevent their sneezes from taking out a wall
just. destructive sneezer turning to them with a miserable strained expression that reads very plainly as someone whos been holding back for A While and in the most ticklish, wavering voice saying, "i need you."
and thats the last thing they manage to get out before being overtaken by frantic hitching breaths. either they trust them to get to them in time or they really just cant hold back a second longer.
the first time destructive sneezer is able to have like a full satisfying sneeze without worrying about property damage they nearly burst into tears right there. oh the relief to be able to do something as simple as sneeze right when they need to without having to hold it back or crush it down!
Thought plaguing me: maid muffling sneezes into her apron. Maybe she doesn't have a handkerchief/tissues, maybe it's a sneezing while hiding situation and she needs to dampen the sound (dampening said apron in the process)...
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Imagine hooking up with an attractive stranger - you're back at their place after a couple of hours of increasingly loaded conversation and there's no more beating around the bush. You're all over each other, and now they have you on your back on the couch whilst they hover over you. Their hand is down your pants and you can't believe how quickly your orgasm is approaching; they're good with their fingers. You expected to have to guide them at least a little, but no - they seem to be one step ahead of you when it comes to your pleasure.
Suddenly, they're lifting their head from where it's been nestled into your neck as they suck and nip at the skin there. You glance at them, taking in their expression of - dismay? Confusion? And then realisation hits you. Your whole body goes hot, and your genitals throb. Surely they aren't about to-
It happens so quickly - their hazy expression draws tight, face twisted in a near-snarl as they pitch downwards with an exceptionally violent and unrestrained sneeze. The spray catches the side of your face and the arm you had wrapped around them. They leant a little to the side, but not nearly enough to avoid dousing you. You gasp in shock, both at the sensation of the spray settling on your heated skin and the way the sneeze had been absolutely perfect. Just the right mix of vocal desperation and spraying wetness. Their unguarded expression before and during their sneeze was painfully erotic in its naked vulnerability. To top it all off, their hand is still stroking you with expert precision, having barely faltered as they convulsed. You feel your orgasm lurch even closer. And then they sneeze all over again.
It's another incredibly intense, open affair; the spray drenches your arm as they sneeze with what seems, and certainly sounds, like all of their might. The sheer force of the eruption shudders through not only them but you and the entire couch. They seem to have purged the tickle - you watch through unblinking eyes as their expression loosens and becomes one of self-indulgent satisfaction - basking in the aftermath of a truly relieving pair of sneezes. They lick their shiny lips clean and sniffle, then peer down at you in unabashed pleasure and mutter a shameless 'Bless me. Those felt fucking incredible.'
You cum instantly, writhing underneath them and groaning, their fingers moving gently with it and prolonging the release for you. When you finally sag back into the cushions, twitching and gasping, you see them staring at you inquisitively. They reach up with their free hand and sniffle, rubbing their itchy nose from side to side whilst they continue to watch you. Their nostrils flare and glisten with wetness; the motions of their efforts result in an audibly damp squishing sound. When you are unable to stifle another moan in response, your body shuddering with a couple of residual orgasmic spasms against their hand, their face splits into a grin.
You know they've got you all figured you out, and you want to be mortified at the degree of your transparency, but your body and mind are far too blissed out - and, like a benevolent sex god, their fingers are continuing to delicately stimulate you, promising many more orgasms to come. When they lean forward and rub their nose against your own, you exhale shakily. Then they tilt their mouth towards your ear, and say:
'I have the most aggravating tickle in my nose. I just want to sneeze. Will you help me?'
The irrepressible orgasm that rips through your body in response is the only answer they need; they laugh gently, working you through it. You're in for a long night.
i have the worst craving to just absolutely pamper a big pretty nose right now. i want to rub it and stroke it and kiss it. i want to tickle and tease it so gently and praise every sneeze with such absolute adoration you never want to stop.
A snzario has been floating around in my brain for a while now. Consider thisβ¦
Royalty commanding a nose-tender to tend to their noses for them when they are suffering from sneezy colds or other illnesses?
Like, they have so much money, they donβt need to tend to their own drippy noses! They hired this person, whose entire job is tending to the sick personβs nose.
Idk, just the idea of someone catching wet sneezes into a carefully held-out hanky while the royal person goes about their day as normalβ¦
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ANOTHER COMMISSION DONE! this was so fun. Thank you guys for commissioning me! Thank you to @sf-libet for this. I throughly enjoyed drawing your lovely OC!
More coming soon! Iβve been working on some stuff not related to the commissions. So look out for that! ;)
Oh thank you!! βΊοΈ I actually drew this today! I wanted to make a character to represent myself for this blog so this weird little mouse guy came to be ^-^
I did a few more iterations below, this is just the one I chose for my profile for now!
I went in for a "pathetic wet squishable creature" vibe, and I think I succeeded
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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.
