Hey all, this is NameTaken from over on the forum - I've never been the most involved in the community but I hope by finally making this blog it will actively encourage me to contribute more writing and (hopefully) art to the already awesome collection of blogs on here đ
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đ: Dusty Paperwork (k/oitsuki) (NSFW)
đ: K/oito drenched by rain (prompt) (k/oitsuki)
đ: Worth It (J/ean x H/arry) (J/ean x H/arry x K/im) (NSFW)
đ: Cat For Grabs (K/im) (bg J/ean x H/arry x K/im) (NSFW)
đ: Relinquish Control (K/im x H/arry) (NSFW)
đ: Tease (K/im x H/arry) (NSFW)
đ: Hitching + Inopportune (K/im x H/arry) (prompt) (NSFW)
đ: Conditioning (J/ean x H/arry) (NSFW)
đ: Finger Under Nose + Edge of Sneeze (K/im x H/arry) (prompt) (NSFW)
đ: Exhausted (K/im)
đ: Heaven (H/arry x D/ora) (NSFW)
đ: Bad Idea (J/ean x H/arry) (NSFW)
đ: Breezy day + Stifles (K/im x H/arry) (prompt) (NSFW)
đ M/etalocalypse
đ: Pervert (P/ickles x T/oki) (NSFW)
đ: Fucked Up (P/ickles x T/oki, P/ickles x S/kwisgaar) (NSFW)
đ: Hitching + Stifles (S/kwisgaar) (prompt)
đ: Homosexual Tendencies (N/athan x P/ickles) (NSFW)
đ L/upin III
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"Hey, I noticed you've been distracted by YouTube shorts for a few minutes now. Would you like to resume watching 'hot desperate needy wet messy snotty chhinkni sneezing and thick gurgly noseblowing' on the TV?
You know, the one downstairs? In the living room? The FAMILY television? That one? Would you like to watch sneeze porn on the family television? You can click this pop-up one time to broadcast sneeze porn from your phone, onto the family TV downstairs. This is for your convenience."
Living with husband: "Oh haha was my phone speaker on, whoopsies, good thing we're alone in the bedroom--"
Living with granddad: separate phone, separate account, never pair with anything other than the ONE headset, VPN, phone speaker audio OFF, only listen after midnight and never on Sundays...
I definitely posted about how I accidentally cast a fetish video to my nana's TV downstairs where she and my sister were watching it after I was finished nutting to it in the upstairs bathroom, right?
Can't begin to tell you how I often I fantasise about being a maid for a ridiculously rich, sexy woman who asks me to come into her home office and induce her with my feather duster because my cleaning has aggravated her allergies
Of course, she never turns away or covers - that would be far too much effort for the likes of me đ
(Extended fantasy: she figures out what I like and will occasionally reward me for a job well done by sneezing in my face)
do you like charles offdensen/have any snz headcanons abt him? he's not even in the band but he's my favorite character in the whole show istg
Hey anon! I *LOVE* Charles as a character but haven't put tons of thought into him in regards to snz - until now! I have a few ideas that I'll slap under a readmore âš
He is an expert at stifling - not because he's embarrassed by sneezing but because he finds it intrusive and distracting. He doesn't care to be fussed over in any way, and sneezing very quietly is the best way to avoid that attention
He always has a clean, neatly folded handkerchief on his person (sometimes several). He habitually sneezes into it (even if he's stifling his sneezes) out of manners
He is horribly allergic to dogs. ENDLESS sneezing if he spends more than a couple of minutes around one (did not attend the mass animal neutering concert in Dethhealth in person for this reason lol). Dethklok do not know this about him and he intends to keep it that way forever
It's extremely rare that he gets sick but when he does he goes down. He'll avoid stifling when he has a cold/the flu etc because 1) that shit hurts and 2) it isn't conducive to ending his illness, nor does he want a sinus infection. He's *pragmatic* with his sneezes!! đ€
Has been sneezed on by every single Dethklok member at least once
One thought I have had a few times before is that he can be very paternal with Toki, especially when Toki is regressing emotionally, and has absolutely held a tissue to his face to catch a sneeze/has helped him blow his nose before. I just see the âšvisionâš of it all
I think he sneezes primarily in doubles with a very small pause between them. Occasionally a third sneeze stronger than the first two will hit him about 5 seconds later and usually that will be it for a while. If he's having an allergic reaction, however, he has lengthy, drawn-out fits with a sneeze every 10 seconds or so, and it's a miserable experience for him
You know how sometimes people sneeze and then immediately blow their nose at the end of a sneeze - like it almost becomes the end of the sneeze? I can absolutely picture him doing that from time to time into his handkerchief
Is very polite and will bless people automatically unless he's distracted by something else. Doesn't mind being blessed but HATES when people make a huge deal out of a sneeze. An emphatic blessing would just piss him off, especially from somebody he doesn't care about - it's just a sneeze, people! Let's get back to the matter at hand đ§âđŒđ
Sniffling pisses him the fuck off. He hates when people don't blow their nose when they need to. Has developed incredible self-control over his anger managing Dethklok, however; nobody would ever know how much it irritates him
His sneezes aren't very vocal sounding - mostly just a light spraying sound with a slight breathy first part of the sneeze. This changes depending on how long he's been sneezing, how tired he is or how sick. Has occasionally indulged in much bigger sneezes with a drawn out vocal exclamation at the end - in private!!
Haven't given up on my new little quest to find myself some nice perfumes btw. Tried a decant of L/ost C/herry by T/om F/ord and it's sooo nice! I smell like a bakewell tart đ€€The part that may interest you guys is that sniffing my wrist has made me sneeze two sets of quadruples in the past hour, which is a fun little bonus x
As a sneezing fit develops and becomes greater in urgency and desperation, the jaw slacks. At the first sneeze, you may be covered in a fine mist. Hundreds of tiny cool specks. But as the sneezes go on, and on, the sneezer begins losing control of the face, making obscene expressions and becoming incapable of restraining the spray. The mouth gets wetter and warmer, so too do the harsh sneezes that burst forward. Relinquishing their power to their unbearably itchy nose, what started as a fine mist becomes a thick spray. You breathe in the sneezes. âI-Iâm s-so s-sorryâŠ!! IâŠ! IâŠ! I cahhâ cahhhnttâ- ihhh⊠ihhh..!! IIIIHHhhGGHHSCChhiiewww!! IIhhhGGHHSSCCHHhhiieewww!â As actual, palpable droplets of spit land across you. As you feel the weight of these geyser like sneezes, that cover you, that are so wet, forceful and desperate. That shoot forth and visibly dampen the air. That cover you again and again.
Okay so I canât remember if I saw this somewhere or if I imagined it, but I think I imagined it? And if not, lmk. Anyway⊠imagine a criminal (or hero) sneaking through the vents. It could be a heist, a spy mission, an escape. But the vents are really small so their chest is pressed pretty close to the roof of it. And itâs dusty. Sooooo dusty. And they have to be quiet. So their breath hitches and their chest keeps expanding to the top of the vent. Maybe they suck at stifling so they end up half-stifling these big, ticklish explosions. Maybe they have an ear piece in and the person on the other end keeps reminding them to be quiet but also blessing them. Maybe they let one out and it only stirs up more dust. Maybe they get caught, maybe they escape. Either way theyâll be sneezing for the rest of the night.
Love when someone sneezes a double but the second sneeze is markedly more forceful and empathic, as if their body is angry at the first sneeze for failing to complete the job properly.
Finally got this T/oki centric fic done!! 5.7k of Allergies, caretaking and gay sex đ€âš
T/oki can't stop sneezing - is he getting sick? Is he allergic to something? Is it just because of the cold weather? S/kwisgaar helps him figure it out đ€
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Content:
M/M, mentions of M/F, allergy sneezes, loud sneezes, sneezing from temperature change, spray sneezes, sneezing on somebody else, sneezing during sex, nose rubbing, talking through build-ups, some rapid sneezing, stuck sneezes, brief manual inducing, sneezing into a scarf, sneezing into someone else's hands, caretaking, noseblowing, T/oki getting off on being blessed/praised, fuck it - T/oki getting off on S/kwisgaar NOT being an asshole for once, mild allergy whump, anal sex, mentions of blowjobs
CW: canon-typical misogyny, extremely toxic relationship dynamics, D/ethklok generally just being assholes because they are, graphic descriptions of semen
NSFW - Minors DNI!
NB: added a few translations for the little bits of swedish + norwegian in the fic. I know the *teeniest* amount of swedish and zero norwegian so apologies to any native speakers if it's total bullshit lol
Being a rich celebrity and spending as long as he had in America had weakened him. His childhood in Norway had beenâŠchallenging, but working long hours labouring in the snow in shorts and a t-shirt had resulted in a handful of undeniable positives; namely, an effortlessly toned body and an imperviousness to the cold. He could kiss that last perk goodbye, it seemed â right now he was fucking freezing.
It wasnât only him feeling the cold, of course. The rest of the band were making it clear they were miserable â vocally and very loudly. It was unheard of that they were inconvenienced so severely and for so long. In totally unforeseen circumstances, their limo had broken down on the way to a show. In Finland. In mid-January. Of course, Charles had rallied as many Klokateers as possible to fix their vehicle, and it would be done soon (âShortlyâ, had been Charlesâ vague response to the five of their outraged whining), but theyâd been stood outside now without the benefit of heating for over ten minutes.
Theyâd huddled together like very gay penguins to fend off the worst of the cold. Toki had inched closer to Pickles, knowing that even though he was the least likely to provide as much body heat as, say, Nathan, he could get away with looping an arm around his waist and pulling him closer without getting punched in the nose. Pickles tossed an arm round his shoulder in response, trembling.
âGAHD, this fuckinâ SUCKS!â The drummer was groaning loudly. ââM colder than a witchâs tit, for fucksâ sake.â
Toki agreed. He would have complained too, but his teeth were chattering so hard he feared he would bite off his tongue if he tried.
âGuys! Guys, the coats are here!â
Toki whipped his head round at Murderfaceâs gleeful shouting. Just like he said, here came the Klokateers with arms full of the warmest winter garb they could have possibly hoped for.
âOh, thank god.â Nathan grumbled, reaching urgently for the huge fur coat being proffered towards him. The rest of them were scrambling just as desperately, flinging the coats on and wrapping their arms around themselves, waiting for the relief to kick in. Everyone except Toki.
âNo, thanks you.â He managed to stutter out to the very confused Klokateer in front of him.
âMy lord?â
The rest of the band were watching, equally confused, as Toki waved him away.
âDude, Toki â what the fuck? Arenât you freezinâ?â Pickles asked, practically buried in a huge fur coat of his own. Heâd also covered his scalp with an ear-flapped hat, which, combined with the coat, gave him the appearance of a diminutive billionaire lumberjack.
âWe ams gettings back in the cars soons. There ams no point.â Toki said, clutching himself in an ineffective embrace. He couldnât even feel his arms anymore â ridiculous. He could go for hours as a child without so much as noticing the snow.
Skwisgaar scoffed, shuddering with his arms wrapped round himself in the most luxurious fur coat of the bunch.
âIt amntâs a competition, Toki. You donâts fools any of us, we cans sees you tremblings like a littles goil.â He spat, obviously on the precipice of a legendary temper tantrum. Toki thought it was rich that he was so quick to hurl insults when he looked absolutely wrecked by their circumstances. His nose was almost bright red, standing out starkly in the centre of his pallid complexion.
âYeah, Toki! Donât be an asshole.â Murderface chimed in, trembling just as much if not more violently than Skwisgaar. At least Toki could pride himself on the fact that he was shaking the least of any of them. Still, he decided, this wasnât worth the aggravation.
âFucks off, Williams.â He spat, then gestured over to the hovering Klokateer, who jogged forward eagerly to present the coat to him.
âTheres,â He snapped, yanking the coat round himself. âAms you alls happy, now?â
âNot yet.â Pickles said, and before Toki could protest, he was wrapping a thick, woollen scarf round Tokiâs neck.
âIt gets cold in Wisconsin too, yâknow. Just humour me. I donât want anyone to get sick on this tour. Iâm sick of being sick.â
âYouâre such a mom, dude.â Nathan jabbed, watching Pickles work.
âAnd youâre a broken fuckinâ record. Floridian baby.â Pickles flipped him off. âDonât underestimate your ability to catch a cold and then give it directly to me.â
Toki listened to them bicker, allowing himself to sink into the warmth of both the coat and the scarf. In all honesty, heâd never worn a scarf before. Heâd never needed to, nor seen much point in it. Still, it was nice. He nestled his face into it, enjoying the plush softness of the fibres against his wind-numbed skin.
After another five minutes or so, the limo was finally back in working condition. They piled into it eagerly as Charles spoke conspiratorially into his phone â someone was losing their head over this. Toki didnât particularly have a problem with that. He sat down next to Murderface across from the rest of the band and closed his eyes, waiting for his body to recognise the benefit of the carâs heating. An errant tickle teased at his nostrils for a split second; he scrunched his nose up in response, which seemed to do the trick.
For the next ten minutes, nobody was saying much of anything â mostly because their chattering teeth was impeding their ability to complain. Toki was finally starting to feel comfortably warm and more than a little drowsy. He would have surrendered to a quick nap were it not for the fact that he didnât want to be groggy right before a show. That heâd played shows totally shit-faced was neither here nor there.
He nuzzled further into the scarf, enjoying the way it trapped the warmth of his exhales against his face. He hated having a cold nose â it was one of the few things he did remember actively disliking about working in the snow â and he had to admit the scarf was doing wonders at warming it up. He sighed, sinking into the seat, hands buried comfortably in the pockets of his coat.
Gradually, conversation started to flow between them. Toki listened with subdued interest as Nathan and Murderface discussed the pros and cons of shotguns vs rifles. Pickles appeared to be sleeping; Skwisgaar looked bored and sullen.
Suddenly, a familiar tickling sensation was once again fizzing up in his sinuses, originating in the back of his nose and slowly suffusing the rest of it right down to his nostrils. They arched and flared in irritation, twitching angrily as the sensation continued to build.
Toki frowned, sitting up taller in his seat. He was definitely going to sneeze, but heâd never before experienced a build-up like this. A sneeze normally didnât take much fanfare â the tickle would peak, the sneeze would come out, and that would be that. This time, though, it felt as though several sneezes worth of tickles were creeping lazily throughout his nose in gentle pulses, so itchy it was driving him insane. He grunted, extracted one of his hands to reach up and scrub at his nose, using a knuckle to dig slightly inside his nostrils. Nobody seemed to notice his predicament, which suited him just fine, as the last thing he needed right now was any sort of comment that would distract him from achieving this horrendously stubborn sneeze.
At last, the sensation was starting to concentrate into a sharper, more deliberate tickling. Relieved, Toki allowed his face to slacken in preparation, mouth falling open and eyelids sliding shut. His brows furrowed as he took in several quiet gasps of air, and then â
âHhAHPPâTIShhh!! HaHâPFFTâTShahh!!â
He sneezed openly, spraying the air in front of him with a gentle aerosol that glittered in the dim lighting. Fucking finally, he thought, indulgently scrubbing at his nostrils again, ignoring that his fingers came away damp in the aftermath. Nobody bothered to bless him, but he was used to the general rudeness of his bandmates and it upset him far less than it had years ago. He tried to bless everyone when he got the chance; it was just a nice thing to do. He nuzzled his face back into the scarf and relaxed again.
It was only a couple of minutes later when the tickle returned, far stronger than before. It barely gave him a couple of seconds of recognition before his breath was scissoring in and out of him, more dramatically than he was usually prone. He couldnât help it â it just tickled so much.
He gasped one last time, mouth wide open and eyebrows furrowed in an expression of total desperation. The sneezes, when they came, seemed to tumble right over one another â an endless stream of bothersome releases that felt as though they were encouraging more sneezes to follow rather than scratching the itch.
âWoweeâŠâ Toki muttered, feeling slightly dizzy from the sheer violence of his fit. He couldnât remember ever sneezing with such rapid intensity, even when heâd had that awful cold last year that left him flat on his ass for a week. He wiped his damp lips on the back of his hand, revelling in how fucking nice those sneezes had felt. Theyâd felt so good and taken so much of his concentration, in fact, that heâd forgotten about the four other men sitting near him.
Looking round gingerly, he noticed that Murderface had shimmied himself further down the row of seats with a look of disgust on his face. Both Skwisgaar and Nathan on the bench opposite were looking just as irritated. Only Pickles seemed unbothered, smirking at the spectacle.
âCome on, man â cover your fucking mouth.â Nathan muttered. âSay it donât spray it.â
âHa!â Pickles barked out a laugh, slipping further down in his seat into an even deeper sprawl than usual. âAw, man. Thatâs fucking rich, Nate. God love you, you fuckinâ hypocrite.â
Nathan shrugged as if to say âyeah, and so fucking whatâ, entirely unbothered.
âSorry.â Toki muttered, snuffling, feeling a little embarrassed that he hadnât even had the foresight to turn his head to the side. That tickle had just been too irresistible.
âUgh. Diskustings. Donâts give to me your colds, Toki.â Skwisgaar grumbled.
Toki glared daggers at him. He hated when Skwisgaar directed his general snobbishness towards him in particular, and he doubly hated how it always seemed to trigger a reactionary anger within him. It was like a game he could never win at.
âNah.â Pickles murmured, closing his eyes again and stifling a yawn. âHeâs just thawinâ out. Ignore the Ice Queen.â
Skwisgaar offered a dismissive âfucks youâ, turning away from Tokiâs glare with an air of such practiced disinterest that Toki wanted to cave his pretty face in with a swiftly delivered punch. Whatever. If he wanted to be a sulky bitch, it was no skin off Tokiâs nose. Speaking ofâŠ
 âHeHHâPFFTSHâAhh!! EHDâTZShht!! TZSHHâAHhh!!....Heh! HEPTâCHOOooh!!â
He did turn to the side this time, sneezing openly to his left.
âExcuse meâs.â He added a little absentmindedly. Why was he sneezing so much? Was he really just âthawing outâ?
âBless you.â Nathan said, looking less convinced of Picklesâ theory by the second.
Pickles muttered a closed-eyes, sleepy blessing as well. Skwisgaar pointedly did not, even though Toki knew he almost reflexively had done. Apparently his mood was now Tokiâs problem, which meant that the concert would be a tense one where Toki would have to be less ostentatious with his playing to avoid Skwisgaar having one of his narcissistic meltdowns as the lead guitarist. Murderface was being surprisingly quiet; Toki glanced to his right and noticed heâd fallen asleep, head tipped back and mouth wide open. Perhaps he should get over himself and attempt to power-nap for the last ten minutes of the journey as well.
It didnât work. The sneezing was apparently there to stay, and every minute Toki would snap forward with another couple of spraying releases â increasingly (and embarrassingly) vocal as they grew in intensity.
Nathan had stopped blessing him and was glaring at him with suspicion, in a way that made Toki almost physically squirm with discomfort. Luckily, he was finally convinced of the thawing out theory when both Pickles and Skwisgaar succumbed to it.
âHuhâISHHâOOhh!!  HhâISHHHHTt!! ISHHHHâIEwww! HâohhhâŠâ Skwisgaar sneezed elegantly at the knuckles of one hastily raised hand before sighing indulgently in the aftermath. Toki couldnât prevent himself from muttering a surprised âBless yous!â, then simmered a little as Skwisgaar smirked at him in response. Heâd lost another unspoken game. He buried his face into the scarf so that some of his disappointment was hidden from the Swede.
âHehângxt! NGxtâtshiew-NDdâtt! HehdâTSHHâIEww!! ATSCHâOooh-!! Whoo!â His attention was drawn to Pickles, who was lazily sawing a finger back and forth under his nostrils, looking very pleased with himself. âSee, Nate â thawinâ out. Shitâs normal.â
âJesus Christ, shut up.â Murderface grumbled and turned away from the rest of them before falling asleep again almost immediately.
âBless yous.â Toki said, feeling the tickle flaring up yet again. Even though Nathan had changed his mind, Toki wasnât so sure he wasnât getting sick at this point. Helpless to stop it, his head tilted back with another soft series of hitching gasps as the oncoming sneezes bullied their way out of him.
âHeHBâTSHAHH! HuPTâTSHHâUuu!!â
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 âhH! HEHhâPFTSHHh!! HepâTZSHHâAhh!! EhHâTZSHHH! âDZZâSHAhhh!!â
Toki sighed, gripping the edge of the dressing room table heâd thoroughly doused and steadying himself after those particularly boisterous sneezes. Though still very intense, they were luckily starting to taper off thirty minutes after arriving at the venue. He wondered, vaguely, if there had been something in the car heâd been allergic to.
He reached for a tissue to dab gingerly around his nose and mouth in an effort not to smear the recently applied and still drying corpse paint. He looked over at his bandmates â no blessings, from any of them. Theyâd become bored with the spectacle of it, it seemed. He couldnât really complain, he supposed â even he would have become tired of blessing somebody that frequently. It was good that everyone appeared re-energised after their little misadventure, including Skwisgaar, who was strumming enthusiastically on his guitar. This was reassuring â Toki could maybe slip in a little solo of his own without receiving too much of a major blowback.
âMasters â you are due on stage in ten minutes.â A Klokateer at the doorway announced, backing away hastily when Murderface threw a half-full beer can in his direction.
Blowing his nose one last time and checking that the damage to his face wasnât too brutal (in the non-metal way), Toki braced himself.
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All in all, it had been a great concert â even better than Toki had expected, given his nose was still a little stuffy and his throat residually sore from some of his louder sneezes. The others had had a great time too and wasted no time getting wasted backstage. He drank a couple of beers, but honestly, he was so tired from the sneezing and the show he just wanted to turn in for the night. Heâd also accidentally walked in on Nathan blowing his load in a groupieâs mouth just moments earlier and didnât want to know â or find out â if the vocalist had seen Toki fleeing the scene back towards their changing room.
âHeyyy, Toki!â Pickles called after him. Toki waited as the shorter man jogged over to him, substantially inebriated and almost tripping over his own feet. âWeâre gonna go outside and have a snowball fight with some roadies â you coming with?â
Toki smiled softly. Any other day and a snowball fight would have sounded amazing.
âNo thanks, Pickle. I needs to sleeps. Iâm real tired.â
âHuh. Well, okay. You and Skwisgaarâre no fun.â He slurred without any actual derision or disappointment.
Toki tilted his head slightly.
âWhy? Whats abouts him?â
âOhh, he left with like â eight fucking chicks, including the girl I was making it sweet with. Well, whatever.â He smirked. âIâm too drunk to fuck anyway.â
Toki tried to smile back, but the thought of Skwisgaar habitually abandoning their collective goofing off time as a band to fuck his way through half the female population soured his mood. He felt like it wasnât reasonable for him to be upset, given he was also ditching, but it bothered him all the same.
âWells â sees you tomorrow, I guess.â Toki said, turning and recommencing his journey.
âBye, dude. Look after yourself.â Pickles called out, jogging away before Toki had a chance to respond
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âGets me a cars, please.â Toki said to the Klokateer walking past the open door of the changing room. He quickly hurried away and was back before Toki had even finished pulling on his coat and scarf.
âUnfortunately, sire, the weather means a car will take at least thirty minutes to arrive.â
Toki sighed, slumping down into a nearby seat.
âOkays. Comes gets me when itâs here.â
âOf course, sire.â The Klokateer slipped away, closing the door behind him.
Alone again, Toki nestled into his warm outerwear. Heâd been sold on it â a nice, big, warm coat and a soft scarf felt like a hug from a benevolent winter god. He may as well use this time before the car arrived to get a head start on the sleep heâd be getting in the car.
It was no use. Like some kind of cruel joke, right as he was beginning to drift off, his nose started to tickle.
âYou gots to be fuckings kidding meâŠâ He snapped, sitting upright and angrily mashing his nose from side to side with a raised fist. It did nothing to alleviate the tickle â in fact, it made it ten times worse, so strong and overpowering he coughed several times before hurtling into a gasping build-up.
âHht-! Hiht-! Hh-Huhh-!!â
Holy fuck, his nose tickled. Oh, he needed to sneeze. What the hell was wrong with him?!
 â-!! hhHAHHHPPâSHHAAAaaahh!!â
The first sneeze practically barrelled him forward, pulling itself out of him in a cloud of glittering spray. Heâd barely finished the sneeze, ending on a dramatic, elongated exclamation, before his head was rocking back with another uncontrollable gasp. His nostrils twitched, flaring in and out as the tickle overwhelmed him.
Gasping in the aftermath, Toki snuffled automatically as mess started to amass in his sinuses. It only served to fan the flames of the tickle so intensely that his head shook from side to side before he was tossed forward with another earth-shattering double.
Fuck. His head was spinning with a combination of pleasure and light-headed exhaustion, but he still wasnât done. With the destructive bargaining of an eczema sufferer justifying one last indulgent scratch, he pleaded with his nose: just one more sneeze, a really big one.
He purposely sniffled in huge inhales of air, coughing slightly as the congestion shifted inside his nostrils, but it was working. He could feel the tickle building and building, getting bigger and bigger and spreading outwards in teasing tendrils throughout the entirety of his nose, from the innermost depths to the taut and delicate skin of his arching nostrils.
âHehâŠ!â
He tried not to blush at the sound of his own needy gasps and sighs, working himself up to the sneeze that he begged would put an end to his predicament. His breath snagged on one final gasp, head tipping back and face a miasma of ticklish surrender, and then â
â-hhHUHHHâEIZSHHHHâAAAAHhhh!!!â
Ohhh, yeah. That felt fucking incredible. Toki gripped the arms of the chair as he was tossed forward with the mighty release, one knee jerking upward, an uncharacteristically loud exclamation of a sneeze more fitting for Nathan than him. It hurt his throat, but damned if the rush of relief that washed over him didnât make up for it. Maybe he would sneeze like that more on purpose, if it always felt so good.
âGod blesses you, Toki!â
âOh.â Toki said in surprise, blinking up at the blonde and righting himself. He glanced warily at the obvious spattering of visible droplets adorning the floor before him, hoping Skwisgaar wouldnât notice the mess heâd made. âHej.â
âHej yous-selfs.â Skwisgaar responded in a sickeningly friendly fashion, sitting himself down in the seat nearest to Toki. âI could hears you sneezings from down the hall.â
Toki cringed slightly. He knew heâd been making a racket, but he didnât know itâd been quite as loud as that.
âI thoughts yous went backs to the hotel?â He asked, wanting to change the topic.
Skwisgaar smirked.
âDidnât gets that far.â He drawled seductively. Toki rolled his eyes, pretending that the low register of his smug voice hadnât made his stomach flip over with nervous excitement. He was actually grateful when the tickle reared its head again, saving him from offering any actual response.
When he sneezed this time, he didnât allow himself to indulge to such a ridiculous degree, keeping their volume at a much more Toki-appropriate level. Whilst he still didnât cover, he spared Skwisgaar the brunt of the sneezes, tilting his head to the side.
âOh, prosit.â The Swede cooed from beside him.
Toki moaned, slumping in his chair and letting his eyes slide shut. He rubbed at his nose through the scarf, enjoying the sensation of the soft fabric against his irritated nostrils. It was a shame he was making it all wet.
âTakk.â He sighed gratefully, too tired to remember to be annoyed at Skwisgaar â especially when he was being so nice. He usually was after a good fuck â not that that was unique to him. Toki considered whether he had the energy to jerk himself off before he passed out in the hotel. He hoped the sneezing would have stopped by then.
His eyes jerked open in surprise at the sensation of Skwisgaarâs hand pressing gently against his forehead, palm side down. He peered at Skwisgaar, surprised to find him looking back at him with mild concern.
âYou donâts have a fevers, at leasts.â He said, pulling back his hand and touching his own forehead with it for comparison.
âI donâts feels sick, I tolds you before.â Toki snapped, feeling flustered and frustrated with himself. âAnd donâts touch me!â He added, even though Skwisgaar had already stopped. âYouâs probably got pussy juice alls over your hands.â
Skwisgaar tutted, looking mildly irritated. That gave Toki a little relief, at least â he wasnât sure he could handle Skwisgaar being that caring towards him, even though he really liked it.
âI washed my's hands, Toki. You ams so annoyings.â Â Skwisgaar grumbled, looking disappointed to be rebuffed. Toki despaired to find that lashing out hadnât made Skwisgaar angry, but uncharacteristically sad. Great. Now he felt like an asshole. After an agonising beat of awkward silence, he sighed.
ââŠSorrys. Iâm tireds.â He apologised. Skwisgaar didnât speak, but the scowl on his face visibly relaxed. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he had the chance he was cut off by a sudden, desperate gasp from Toki.
Deciding it was a lost cause to keep it dry, Toki rubbed his damp nostrils into the scarf once more, scrubbing indulgently. When he looked up a moment later, he was perturbed to find Skwisgaar watching him intently.
âWhats is it?â He asked, blinking frantically as, very annoyingly, his eyes had started to water. Fat tears spilled down his cheeks in dual streams, which he pawed at, swearing under his breath.
âToki â I thinks it ams the scarf what ams makings you sneeze likes that.â
Toki blinked.
âWhat?â He unfurled the scarf, eyeing it suspiciously. âBut whys?â
Skwisgaar shrugged.
âI donât knows â a wools allergy, maybes?â
Toki thought for a moment. All the sweaters heâd owned â theyâd been polyester, or exceedingly expensive cashmere wool. He didnât think this scarf was either of those things.
âAms that a thing?â He asked Skwisgaar.
âI thoughts it was. Either ways â your nose donâts likes it.â
If that was true, then fuck the fucking thing. Toki hurled it away from himself, but Skwisgaar intercepted it midair, laughing.
âHeres, Toki â you wants to makes sure? Tries this.â
He leaned forward, bringing the scarf up to Tokiâs face and cupping it over his mouth and nose. Toki raised an eyebrow, peering at him with such naked scepticism that Skwisgaar laughed again, a low rumbling sound akin to a big cat purring.
âSniffs it. I bets youâll sneeze agains.â
He didnât really want to sneeze again, but Toki was curious enough that he would humour Skwisgaar to find out for himself. He inhaled deeply through his nose, forcefully enough that the soft fabric formed a gentle seal around his nostrils.
For a second, he felt nothing at all, and then the tickle hit him like a freight train. It was so itchy that he didnât even get a chance to inhale before the first sneeze struck. His head bobbed forward into Skwisgaarâs hand with a strange, cough-like release that made the both of them jump. He inhaled immediately afterwards, face peeking out from the scarf for a moment before being forced back in with the power of the oncoming fit.
Toki trembled, reaching up with one shaky hand to grip at Skwisgaarâs wrist, the other flailing for the chair arm. Skwisgaar was laughing again, a beautiful, good-natured sound so different to the cruelty Toki was used to hearing. He wished he could stop sneezing long enough to appreciate it entirely, but unfortunately his body had other ideas.
Toki blushed. With both the incredible amount of energy it was taking him to sneeze and the extremely rare and hard come-by compliments from Skwisgaar, he felt like his body was on fire. But fuck, he still needed to sneeze.
âHABâTSHHHhtt!! MPFTSHâAhhh!!â
âBless yous, Toki. Ams you okay?â
Toki coughed softly. He was nearly finished, he could tell â but all of a sudden, his nose was refusing to let him sneeze. He gasped, whining miserably when the tickly sensation refused to culminate.
âI just â needs to-!â
âAms it stuck?â
Toki sniffled, glancing at Skwisgaar from under fluttering, tear-damp eyelashes.
âJa - hjelp meg?â
Looking amused but painfully fond, Skwisgaar gently probed at Tokiâs nose through the scarf, manipulating the tip of it in small, tickly circles that were â yeah, it was going to make him-!
Skwisgaar chuckled, gently wiping at Tokiâs nose with the traitorous scarf.
âNeeds to blow?â
Toki nodded, barely hesitating before blowing his nose enthusiastically, helped along by Skwisgaarâs strong fingers pinching each nostril shut in turn. When he was finished, Skwisgaar balled the soiled fabric up and tossed it with annoying precision into the bin on the other side of the room.
âI should be in the NBLâs, no?â He joked.
Toki smiled despite himself. The sneezing, the compliments and the effortless way in which Skwisgaar had aided him had left him feeling warm and cozy. So what if his face was uncomfortably itchy and he had to leave his mouth open a little to accommodate his swollen sinuses? Nice Skwisgaar appeared once in a blue moon, and he wanted to milk it.
âIâm so tireds.â He whined, nudging Skwisgaarâs boot with his own.
âDids you calls a car?â Skwisgaar asked, reaching forward and pushing a stray strand of Tokiâs hair back from his face.
âJa. It shouldnât be longs now.â
âIâll comes with you, ja?â
âOkays.â
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Toki leaned his head happily against Skwisgaarâs shoulder in the back of their car. The older man had an arm wrapped securely, protectively round Tokiâs shoulders. Whenever Toki would pitch forward with a residual series of sneezes, his hand would slide down Tokiâs back to rub reassuring circles, and he would bless him quietly.
It was addictive, being treated so well by Skwisgaar. He hated him so much at times, but it was only because Skwisgaar was such a prick, normally. Heâd been so much kinder to Toki when heâd first joined Dethklok as a teenager, but something had changed over the years. He wasnât sure if it was fame going to both of their heads or something much deeper, but he resented it. It was so much better when they got along.
He could feel the antihistamines (Skwisgaar had shouted down a Klokateer to procure them for him) working. His nose was still tickly, but the horrible itching and burning was starting to recede. He sniffled, pleased to discover it didnât trigger an immediate sneezing fit.
âYou ams feelings better?â Skwisgaar asked.
âYeps. Thanks you.â
Skwisgaar pressed a kiss to Tokiâs temple. That was the final straw for the erection Toki had been suppressing for the better part of half an hour. He squirmed a little in his seat, successfully stifling a moan as Skwisgaarâs wandering hand reached under the glossy curtain of his hair to stroke at the nape of his neck.
âYou knows,â Skwisgaar started, sounding far too casual for Tokiâs liking. âYou coulds fucks a groupie when we gets back â might makes you feels even better.â
âDonât wants to fuck nobodies right now.â Toki practically purred as Skwisgaarâs fingers skimmed effortlessly over the spot he knew reliably reduced Toki to a puddle of shuddering goo.
âNobodies?â Skwisgaar murmured, voice low and velvety.
Toki smirked. There it was. He turned his face towards Skwisgaar, eyes darting back and forth between each of Skwisgaarâs blown-out pupils, searching for confirmation.
âDepends on yous.â He smiled, knowing he had Skwisgaar exactly where he wanted him. âThose sluts not enoughs for you?â
Toki crushed their lips together, grateful for the opaque partition between them and the driver, thought it probably did little to drown out their mutual moaning. It wasnât the best kiss theyâd shared - mainly because Toki had to pull away rather quickly to breathe, stuffy nose be damned - but the way Skwisgaar tutted affectionately and pulled him back in for a softer kiss more than made up for it. He was feeling drunk on all the attention. Suddenly, all of his exhaustion had vanished.
~~~~~
Was there anything better for his ego than this? Getting Skwisgaar on all fours and moaning for him as he fucked him up the ass? The lead guitarist, the sex god, crying out his name and cumming for him â because of what Toki was doing to him?
He loved that Skwisgaar didnât stop after one orgasm, like most guys â his longevity was legendary for a reason. It meant that in a moment, once Toki blew his load in his ass and made Skwisgaar cum for the second time, he would still be hard enough in minutes to fuck Toki up the ass, which always felt so good Toki swore he went cross-eyed each time.
It was a damned shame they didnât do this more often, but that wasnât on him. Heâd make the most of it whilst he could.
âHeh-!â
He gasped, suddenly â a straggler of a sneeze was sneaking up on him. He let it build in tandem with the gasping breaths the pleasure of Skwisgaarâs slick, tight ass was bringing him.
He gently raked his blunt nails down Skwisgaarâs back, which the blonde loved, moaning predictably and so unabashedly that Toki nearly came on the spot. Before his orgasm had a chance to overwhelm him, however, the sneeze finally came to fruition. He let it come as it would, shuddering forward as it burst out of him, settling over Skwisgaarâs shoulder blades in a delicate cloud of aerosol.
âhHEHHâPFFTSHâAhhh!!â
âMm, prosit, Toki-!â Skwisgaar groaned underneath him, far from angry.
The dulcet, emphatic blessing and the aftermath of the satisfying sneeze was ultimately what did Toki in. With a shivering moan, he buried himself to the hilt in Skwisgaar, fucking into him with gentle thrusts as a powerful orgasm pulsed outwards from his cock in a soothing rush. It always felt so fucking good when he was with Skwisgaar â another level of ecstasy he rarely achieved without multiple partners, and never alone. It left him weak and dumb with pleasure, collapsing over Skwisgaarâs back when it eventually released him.
With what little part of his rational brain remained, he reached down, knocking Skwisgaarâs feverishly pumping hand out of the way and replacing it with his own, squeezing his long cock. Somehow managing not to lose his balance in his post-orgasmic splendour, Toki wrapped a strong arm round Skwisgaarâs slender torso and pulled his back flush against his chest, then pulled them both up into kneeling position. Skwisgaarâs head lolled back against his shoulder, and Toki took the chance to suck a hickey onto the pale column of his elegant neck. His asshole clenched around Tokiâs flagging cock, making him hiss with overstimulated pleasure.
âCums for me.â He murmured, feeling like the king of the world when Skwisgaar did, groaning and shuddering dramatically, squirting long arcs of cum into the air and across the satin bed sheets. He loved how loud Skwisgaar got â had hated it at first, thinking of it as performative the very first time theyâd fucked, then quickly learned it was Skwisgaar at his most earnest.
When Skwisgaar finished and slumped bonelessly against Toki, the last of his strength gave out, and the pair of them sank down to the mattress with an ungainly flop. Toki couldnât remember the last time heâd felt so satisfied from sex. He nuzzled his face into Skwisgaarâs neck again, sweeping his blonde locks aside and sucking another hickey onto the skin.
âHm.â Skwisgaar hummed, tilting his head to give Toki more room. âYou wants to sleeps now? I thoughts you ams tireds.â Toki could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke, and the pride of knowing heâd made Skwisgaar so happy was almost better than the orgasm heâd just had.
âIâll sleeps when you does.â He answered, blowing softly on the wet skin under his mouth and earning a full-bodied shiver from Skwisgaar.
âFines.â Skwisgaar said, flipping Toki onto his back with such a smooth and skillful motion Toki could do nothing more than blink in surprise. He gazed up at the blonde hovering over him, hooking his hands under Tokiâs knees and pushing his legs towards the mattress, spreading him. Tokiâs spent cock started to fill with blood so quickly it hurt.
âLets sees how much you cans handle.â
Translations:
Prosit - Bless you (swedish + norwegian)
Takk - Thank you (norwegian)
Du Àr jÀttesöt - You are so cute/you're the cutest (swedish)
Finally got this T/oki centric fic done!! 5.7k of Allergies, caretaking and gay sex đ€âš
T/oki can't stop sneezing - is he getting sick? Is he allergic to something? Is it just because of the cold weather? S/kwisgaar helps him figure it out đ€
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Content:
M/M, mentions of M/F, allergy sneezes, loud sneezes, sneezing from temperature change, spray sneezes, sneezing on somebody else, sneezing during sex, nose rubbing, talking through build-ups, some rapid sneezing, stuck sneezes, brief manual inducing, sneezing into a scarf, sneezing into someone else's hands, caretaking, noseblowing, T/oki getting off on being blessed/praised, fuck it - T/oki getting off on S/kwisgaar NOT being an asshole for once, mild allergy whump, anal sex, mentions of blowjobs
CW: canon-typical misogyny, extremely toxic relationship dynamics, D/ethklok generally just being assholes because they are, graphic descriptions of semen
NSFW - Minors DNI!
NB: added a few translations for the little bits of swedish + norwegian in the fic. I know the *teeniest* amount of swedish and zero norwegian so apologies to any native speakers if it's total bullshit lol
Being a rich celebrity and spending as long as he had in America had weakened him. His childhood in Norway had beenâŠchallenging, but working long hours labouring in the snow in shorts and a t-shirt had resulted in a handful of undeniable positives; namely, an effortlessly toned body and an imperviousness to the cold. He could kiss that last perk goodbye, it seemed â right now he was fucking freezing.
It wasnât only him feeling the cold, of course. The rest of the band were making it clear they were miserable â vocally and very loudly. It was unheard of that they were inconvenienced so severely and for so long. In totally unforeseen circumstances, their limo had broken down on the way to a show. In Finland. In mid-January. Of course, Charles had rallied as many Klokateers as possible to fix their vehicle, and it would be done soon (âShortlyâ, had been Charlesâ vague response to the five of their outraged whining), but theyâd been stood outside now without the benefit of heating for over ten minutes.
Theyâd huddled together like very gay penguins to fend off the worst of the cold. Toki had inched closer to Pickles, knowing that even though he was the least likely to provide as much body heat as, say, Nathan, he could get away with looping an arm around his waist and pulling him closer without getting punched in the nose. Pickles tossed an arm round his shoulder in response, trembling.
âGAHD, this fuckinâ SUCKS!â The drummer was groaning loudly. ââM colder than a witchâs tit, for fucksâ sake.â
Toki agreed. He would have complained too, but his teeth were chattering so hard he feared he would bite off his tongue if he tried.
âGuys! Guys, the coats are here!â
Toki whipped his head round at Murderfaceâs gleeful shouting. Just like he said, here came the Klokateers with arms full of the warmest winter garb they could have possibly hoped for.
âOh, thank god.â Nathan grumbled, reaching urgently for the huge fur coat being proffered towards him. The rest of them were scrambling just as desperately, flinging the coats on and wrapping their arms around themselves, waiting for the relief to kick in. Everyone except Toki.
âNo, thanks you.â He managed to stutter out to the very confused Klokateer in front of him.
âMy lord?â
The rest of the band were watching, equally confused, as Toki waved him away.
âDude, Toki â what the fuck? Arenât you freezinâ?â Pickles asked, practically buried in a huge fur coat of his own. Heâd also covered his scalp with an ear-flapped hat, which, combined with the coat, gave him the appearance of a diminutive billionaire lumberjack.
âWe ams gettings back in the cars soons. There ams no point.â Toki said, clutching himself in an ineffective embrace. He couldnât even feel his arms anymore â ridiculous. He could go for hours as a child without so much as noticing the snow.
Skwisgaar scoffed, shuddering with his arms wrapped round himself in the most luxurious fur coat of the bunch.
âIt amntâs a competition, Toki. You donâts fools any of us, we cans sees you tremblings like a littles goil.â He spat, obviously on the precipice of a legendary temper tantrum. Toki thought it was rich that he was so quick to hurl insults when he looked absolutely wrecked by their circumstances. His nose was almost bright red, standing out starkly in the centre of his pallid complexion.
âYeah, Toki! Donât be an asshole.â Murderface chimed in, trembling just as much if not more violently than Skwisgaar. At least Toki could pride himself on the fact that he was shaking the least of any of them. Still, he decided, this wasnât worth the aggravation.
âFucks off, Williams.â He spat, then gestured over to the hovering Klokateer, who jogged forward eagerly to present the coat to him.
âTheres,â He snapped, yanking the coat round himself. âAms you alls happy, now?â
âNot yet.â Pickles said, and before Toki could protest, he was wrapping a thick, woollen scarf round Tokiâs neck.
âIt gets cold in Wisconsin too, yâknow. Just humour me. I donât want anyone to get sick on this tour. Iâm sick of being sick.â
âYouâre such a mom, dude.â Nathan jabbed, watching Pickles work.
âAnd youâre a broken fuckinâ record. Floridian baby.â Pickles flipped him off. âDonât underestimate your ability to catch a cold and then give it directly to me.â
Toki listened to them bicker, allowing himself to sink into the warmth of both the coat and the scarf. In all honesty, heâd never worn a scarf before. Heâd never needed to, nor seen much point in it. Still, it was nice. He nestled his face into it, enjoying the plush softness of the fibres against his wind-numbed skin.
After another five minutes or so, the limo was finally back in working condition. They piled into it eagerly as Charles spoke conspiratorially into his phone â someone was losing their head over this. Toki didnât particularly have a problem with that. He sat down next to Murderface across from the rest of the band and closed his eyes, waiting for his body to recognise the benefit of the carâs heating. An errant tickle teased at his nostrils for a split second; he scrunched his nose up in response, which seemed to do the trick.
For the next ten minutes, nobody was saying much of anything â mostly because their chattering teeth was impeding their ability to complain. Toki was finally starting to feel comfortably warm and more than a little drowsy. He would have surrendered to a quick nap were it not for the fact that he didnât want to be groggy right before a show. That heâd played shows totally shit-faced was neither here nor there.
He nuzzled further into the scarf, enjoying the way it trapped the warmth of his exhales against his face. He hated having a cold nose â it was one of the few things he did remember actively disliking about working in the snow â and he had to admit the scarf was doing wonders at warming it up. He sighed, sinking into the seat, hands buried comfortably in the pockets of his coat.
Gradually, conversation started to flow between them. Toki listened with subdued interest as Nathan and Murderface discussed the pros and cons of shotguns vs rifles. Pickles appeared to be sleeping; Skwisgaar looked bored and sullen.
Suddenly, a familiar tickling sensation was once again fizzing up in his sinuses, originating in the back of his nose and slowly suffusing the rest of it right down to his nostrils. They arched and flared in irritation, twitching angrily as the sensation continued to build.
Toki frowned, sitting up taller in his seat. He was definitely going to sneeze, but heâd never before experienced a build-up like this. A sneeze normally didnât take much fanfare â the tickle would peak, the sneeze would come out, and that would be that. This time, though, it felt as though several sneezes worth of tickles were creeping lazily throughout his nose in gentle pulses, so itchy it was driving him insane. He grunted, extracted one of his hands to reach up and scrub at his nose, using a knuckle to dig slightly inside his nostrils. Nobody seemed to notice his predicament, which suited him just fine, as the last thing he needed right now was any sort of comment that would distract him from achieving this horrendously stubborn sneeze.
At last, the sensation was starting to concentrate into a sharper, more deliberate tickling. Relieved, Toki allowed his face to slacken in preparation, mouth falling open and eyelids sliding shut. His brows furrowed as he took in several quiet gasps of air, and then â
âHhAHPPâTIShhh!! HaHâPFFTâTShahh!!â
He sneezed openly, spraying the air in front of him with a gentle aerosol that glittered in the dim lighting. Fucking finally, he thought, indulgently scrubbing at his nostrils again, ignoring that his fingers came away damp in the aftermath. Nobody bothered to bless him, but he was used to the general rudeness of his bandmates and it upset him far less than it had years ago. He tried to bless everyone when he got the chance; it was just a nice thing to do. He nuzzled his face back into the scarf and relaxed again.
It was only a couple of minutes later when the tickle returned, far stronger than before. It barely gave him a couple of seconds of recognition before his breath was scissoring in and out of him, more dramatically than he was usually prone. He couldnât help it â it just tickled so much.
He gasped one last time, mouth wide open and eyebrows furrowed in an expression of total desperation. The sneezes, when they came, seemed to tumble right over one another â an endless stream of bothersome releases that felt as though they were encouraging more sneezes to follow rather than scratching the itch.
âWoweeâŠâ Toki muttered, feeling slightly dizzy from the sheer violence of his fit. He couldnât remember ever sneezing with such rapid intensity, even when heâd had that awful cold last year that left him flat on his ass for a week. He wiped his damp lips on the back of his hand, revelling in how fucking nice those sneezes had felt. Theyâd felt so good and taken so much of his concentration, in fact, that heâd forgotten about the four other men sitting near him.
Looking round gingerly, he noticed that Murderface had shimmied himself further down the row of seats with a look of disgust on his face. Both Skwisgaar and Nathan on the bench opposite were looking just as irritated. Only Pickles seemed unbothered, smirking at the spectacle.
âCome on, man â cover your fucking mouth.â Nathan muttered. âSay it donât spray it.â
âHa!â Pickles barked out a laugh, slipping further down in his seat into an even deeper sprawl than usual. âAw, man. Thatâs fucking rich, Nate. God love you, you fuckinâ hypocrite.â
Nathan shrugged as if to say âyeah, and so fucking whatâ, entirely unbothered.
âSorry.â Toki muttered, snuffling, feeling a little embarrassed that he hadnât even had the foresight to turn his head to the side. That tickle had just been too irresistible.
âUgh. Diskustings. Donâts give to me your colds, Toki.â Skwisgaar grumbled.
Toki glared daggers at him. He hated when Skwisgaar directed his general snobbishness towards him in particular, and he doubly hated how it always seemed to trigger a reactionary anger within him. It was like a game he could never win at.
âNah.â Pickles murmured, closing his eyes again and stifling a yawn. âHeâs just thawinâ out. Ignore the Ice Queen.â
Skwisgaar offered a dismissive âfucks youâ, turning away from Tokiâs glare with an air of such practiced disinterest that Toki wanted to cave his pretty face in with a swiftly delivered punch. Whatever. If he wanted to be a sulky bitch, it was no skin off Tokiâs nose. Speaking ofâŠ
 âHeHHâPFFTSHâAhh!! EHDâTZShht!! TZSHHâAHhh!!....Heh! HEPTâCHOOooh!!â
He did turn to the side this time, sneezing openly to his left.
âExcuse meâs.â He added a little absentmindedly. Why was he sneezing so much? Was he really just âthawing outâ?
âBless you.â Nathan said, looking less convinced of Picklesâ theory by the second.
Pickles muttered a closed-eyes, sleepy blessing as well. Skwisgaar pointedly did not, even though Toki knew he almost reflexively had done. Apparently his mood was now Tokiâs problem, which meant that the concert would be a tense one where Toki would have to be less ostentatious with his playing to avoid Skwisgaar having one of his narcissistic meltdowns as the lead guitarist. Murderface was being surprisingly quiet; Toki glanced to his right and noticed heâd fallen asleep, head tipped back and mouth wide open. Perhaps he should get over himself and attempt to power-nap for the last ten minutes of the journey as well.
It didnât work. The sneezing was apparently there to stay, and every minute Toki would snap forward with another couple of spraying releases â increasingly (and embarrassingly) vocal as they grew in intensity.
Nathan had stopped blessing him and was glaring at him with suspicion, in a way that made Toki almost physically squirm with discomfort. Luckily, he was finally convinced of the thawing out theory when both Pickles and Skwisgaar succumbed to it.
âHuhâISHHâOOhh!!  HhâISHHHHTt!! ISHHHHâIEwww! HâohhhâŠâ Skwisgaar sneezed elegantly at the knuckles of one hastily raised hand before sighing indulgently in the aftermath. Toki couldnât prevent himself from muttering a surprised âBless yous!â, then simmered a little as Skwisgaar smirked at him in response. Heâd lost another unspoken game. He buried his face into the scarf so that some of his disappointment was hidden from the Swede.
âHehângxt! NGxtâtshiew-NDdâtt! HehdâTSHHâIEww!! ATSCHâOooh-!! Whoo!â His attention was drawn to Pickles, who was lazily sawing a finger back and forth under his nostrils, looking very pleased with himself. âSee, Nate â thawinâ out. Shitâs normal.â
âJesus Christ, shut up.â Murderface grumbled and turned away from the rest of them before falling asleep again almost immediately.
âBless yous.â Toki said, feeling the tickle flaring up yet again. Even though Nathan had changed his mind, Toki wasnât so sure he wasnât getting sick at this point. Helpless to stop it, his head tilted back with another soft series of hitching gasps as the oncoming sneezes bullied their way out of him.
âHeHBâTSHAHH! HuPTâTSHHâUuu!!â
~~~~~
 âhH! HEHhâPFTSHHh!! HepâTZSHHâAhh!! EhHâTZSHHH! âDZZâSHAhhh!!â
Toki sighed, gripping the edge of the dressing room table heâd thoroughly doused and steadying himself after those particularly boisterous sneezes. Though still very intense, they were luckily starting to taper off thirty minutes after arriving at the venue. He wondered, vaguely, if there had been something in the car heâd been allergic to.
He reached for a tissue to dab gingerly around his nose and mouth in an effort not to smear the recently applied and still drying corpse paint. He looked over at his bandmates â no blessings, from any of them. Theyâd become bored with the spectacle of it, it seemed. He couldnât really complain, he supposed â even he would have become tired of blessing somebody that frequently. It was good that everyone appeared re-energised after their little misadventure, including Skwisgaar, who was strumming enthusiastically on his guitar. This was reassuring â Toki could maybe slip in a little solo of his own without receiving too much of a major blowback.
âMasters â you are due on stage in ten minutes.â A Klokateer at the doorway announced, backing away hastily when Murderface threw a half-full beer can in his direction.
Blowing his nose one last time and checking that the damage to his face wasnât too brutal (in the non-metal way), Toki braced himself.
~~~~~
All in all, it had been a great concert â even better than Toki had expected, given his nose was still a little stuffy and his throat residually sore from some of his louder sneezes. The others had had a great time too and wasted no time getting wasted backstage. He drank a couple of beers, but honestly, he was so tired from the sneezing and the show he just wanted to turn in for the night. Heâd also accidentally walked in on Nathan blowing his load in a groupieâs mouth just moments earlier and didnât want to know â or find out â if the vocalist had seen Toki fleeing the scene back towards their changing room.
âHeyyy, Toki!â Pickles called after him. Toki waited as the shorter man jogged over to him, substantially inebriated and almost tripping over his own feet. âWeâre gonna go outside and have a snowball fight with some roadies â you coming with?â
Toki smiled softly. Any other day and a snowball fight would have sounded amazing.
âNo thanks, Pickle. I needs to sleeps. Iâm real tired.â
âHuh. Well, okay. You and Skwisgaarâre no fun.â He slurred without any actual derision or disappointment.
Toki tilted his head slightly.
âWhy? Whats abouts him?â
âOhh, he left with like â eight fucking chicks, including the girl I was making it sweet with. Well, whatever.â He smirked. âIâm too drunk to fuck anyway.â
Toki tried to smile back, but the thought of Skwisgaar habitually abandoning their collective goofing off time as a band to fuck his way through half the female population soured his mood. He felt like it wasnât reasonable for him to be upset, given he was also ditching, but it bothered him all the same.
âWells â sees you tomorrow, I guess.â Toki said, turning and recommencing his journey.
âBye, dude. Look after yourself.â Pickles called out, jogging away before Toki had a chance to respond
~~~~~
âGets me a cars, please.â Toki said to the Klokateer walking past the open door of the changing room. He quickly hurried away and was back before Toki had even finished pulling on his coat and scarf.
âUnfortunately, sire, the weather means a car will take at least thirty minutes to arrive.â
Toki sighed, slumping down into a nearby seat.
âOkays. Comes gets me when itâs here.â
âOf course, sire.â The Klokateer slipped away, closing the door behind him.
Alone again, Toki nestled into his warm outerwear. Heâd been sold on it â a nice, big, warm coat and a soft scarf felt like a hug from a benevolent winter god. He may as well use this time before the car arrived to get a head start on the sleep heâd be getting in the car.
It was no use. Like some kind of cruel joke, right as he was beginning to drift off, his nose started to tickle.
âYou gots to be fuckings kidding meâŠâ He snapped, sitting upright and angrily mashing his nose from side to side with a raised fist. It did nothing to alleviate the tickle â in fact, it made it ten times worse, so strong and overpowering he coughed several times before hurtling into a gasping build-up.
âHht-! Hiht-! Hh-Huhh-!!â
Holy fuck, his nose tickled. Oh, he needed to sneeze. What the hell was wrong with him?!
 â-!! hhHAHHHPPâSHHAAAaaahh!!â
The first sneeze practically barrelled him forward, pulling itself out of him in a cloud of glittering spray. Heâd barely finished the sneeze, ending on a dramatic, elongated exclamation, before his head was rocking back with another uncontrollable gasp. His nostrils twitched, flaring in and out as the tickle overwhelmed him.
Gasping in the aftermath, Toki snuffled automatically as mess started to amass in his sinuses. It only served to fan the flames of the tickle so intensely that his head shook from side to side before he was tossed forward with another earth-shattering double.
Fuck. His head was spinning with a combination of pleasure and light-headed exhaustion, but he still wasnât done. With the destructive bargaining of an eczema sufferer justifying one last indulgent scratch, he pleaded with his nose: just one more sneeze, a really big one.
He purposely sniffled in huge inhales of air, coughing slightly as the congestion shifted inside his nostrils, but it was working. He could feel the tickle building and building, getting bigger and bigger and spreading outwards in teasing tendrils throughout the entirety of his nose, from the innermost depths to the taut and delicate skin of his arching nostrils.
âHehâŠ!â
He tried not to blush at the sound of his own needy gasps and sighs, working himself up to the sneeze that he begged would put an end to his predicament. His breath snagged on one final gasp, head tipping back and face a miasma of ticklish surrender, and then â
â-hhHUHHHâEIZSHHHHâAAAAHhhh!!!â
Ohhh, yeah. That felt fucking incredible. Toki gripped the arms of the chair as he was tossed forward with the mighty release, one knee jerking upward, an uncharacteristically loud exclamation of a sneeze more fitting for Nathan than him. It hurt his throat, but damned if the rush of relief that washed over him didnât make up for it. Maybe he would sneeze like that more on purpose, if it always felt so good.
âGod blesses you, Toki!â
âOh.â Toki said in surprise, blinking up at the blonde and righting himself. He glanced warily at the obvious spattering of visible droplets adorning the floor before him, hoping Skwisgaar wouldnât notice the mess heâd made. âHej.â
âHej yous-selfs.â Skwisgaar responded in a sickeningly friendly fashion, sitting himself down in the seat nearest to Toki. âI could hears you sneezings from down the hall.â
Toki cringed slightly. He knew heâd been making a racket, but he didnât know itâd been quite as loud as that.
âI thoughts yous went backs to the hotel?â He asked, wanting to change the topic.
Skwisgaar smirked.
âDidnât gets that far.â He drawled seductively. Toki rolled his eyes, pretending that the low register of his smug voice hadnât made his stomach flip over with nervous excitement. He was actually grateful when the tickle reared its head again, saving him from offering any actual response.
When he sneezed this time, he didnât allow himself to indulge to such a ridiculous degree, keeping their volume at a much more Toki-appropriate level. Whilst he still didnât cover, he spared Skwisgaar the brunt of the sneezes, tilting his head to the side.
âOh, prosit.â The Swede cooed from beside him.
Toki moaned, slumping in his chair and letting his eyes slide shut. He rubbed at his nose through the scarf, enjoying the sensation of the soft fabric against his irritated nostrils. It was a shame he was making it all wet.
âTakk.â He sighed gratefully, too tired to remember to be annoyed at Skwisgaar â especially when he was being so nice. He usually was after a good fuck â not that that was unique to him. Toki considered whether he had the energy to jerk himself off before he passed out in the hotel. He hoped the sneezing would have stopped by then.
His eyes jerked open in surprise at the sensation of Skwisgaarâs hand pressing gently against his forehead, palm side down. He peered at Skwisgaar, surprised to find him looking back at him with mild concern.
âYou donâts have a fevers, at leasts.â He said, pulling back his hand and touching his own forehead with it for comparison.
âI donâts feels sick, I tolds you before.â Toki snapped, feeling flustered and frustrated with himself. âAnd donâts touch me!â He added, even though Skwisgaar had already stopped. âYouâs probably got pussy juice alls over your hands.â
Skwisgaar tutted, looking mildly irritated. That gave Toki a little relief, at least â he wasnât sure he could handle Skwisgaar being that caring towards him, even though he really liked it.
âI washed my's hands, Toki. You ams so annoyings.â Â Skwisgaar grumbled, looking disappointed to be rebuffed. Toki despaired to find that lashing out hadnât made Skwisgaar angry, but uncharacteristically sad. Great. Now he felt like an asshole. After an agonising beat of awkward silence, he sighed.
ââŠSorrys. Iâm tireds.â He apologised. Skwisgaar didnât speak, but the scowl on his face visibly relaxed. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he had the chance he was cut off by a sudden, desperate gasp from Toki.
Deciding it was a lost cause to keep it dry, Toki rubbed his damp nostrils into the scarf once more, scrubbing indulgently. When he looked up a moment later, he was perturbed to find Skwisgaar watching him intently.
âWhats is it?â He asked, blinking frantically as, very annoyingly, his eyes had started to water. Fat tears spilled down his cheeks in dual streams, which he pawed at, swearing under his breath.
âToki â I thinks it ams the scarf what ams makings you sneeze likes that.â
Toki blinked.
âWhat?â He unfurled the scarf, eyeing it suspiciously. âBut whys?â
Skwisgaar shrugged.
âI donât knows â a wools allergy, maybes?â
Toki thought for a moment. All the sweaters heâd owned â theyâd been polyester, or exceedingly expensive cashmere wool. He didnât think this scarf was either of those things.
âAms that a thing?â He asked Skwisgaar.
âI thoughts it was. Either ways â your nose donâts likes it.â
If that was true, then fuck the fucking thing. Toki hurled it away from himself, but Skwisgaar intercepted it midair, laughing.
âHeres, Toki â you wants to makes sure? Tries this.â
He leaned forward, bringing the scarf up to Tokiâs face and cupping it over his mouth and nose. Toki raised an eyebrow, peering at him with such naked scepticism that Skwisgaar laughed again, a low rumbling sound akin to a big cat purring.
âSniffs it. I bets youâll sneeze agains.â
He didnât really want to sneeze again, but Toki was curious enough that he would humour Skwisgaar to find out for himself. He inhaled deeply through his nose, forcefully enough that the soft fabric formed a gentle seal around his nostrils.
For a second, he felt nothing at all, and then the tickle hit him like a freight train. It was so itchy that he didnât even get a chance to inhale before the first sneeze struck. His head bobbed forward into Skwisgaarâs hand with a strange, cough-like release that made the both of them jump. He inhaled immediately afterwards, face peeking out from the scarf for a moment before being forced back in with the power of the oncoming fit.
Toki trembled, reaching up with one shaky hand to grip at Skwisgaarâs wrist, the other flailing for the chair arm. Skwisgaar was laughing again, a beautiful, good-natured sound so different to the cruelty Toki was used to hearing. He wished he could stop sneezing long enough to appreciate it entirely, but unfortunately his body had other ideas.
Toki blushed. With both the incredible amount of energy it was taking him to sneeze and the extremely rare and hard come-by compliments from Skwisgaar, he felt like his body was on fire. But fuck, he still needed to sneeze.
âHABâTSHHHhtt!! MPFTSHâAhhh!!â
âBless yous, Toki. Ams you okay?â
Toki coughed softly. He was nearly finished, he could tell â but all of a sudden, his nose was refusing to let him sneeze. He gasped, whining miserably when the tickly sensation refused to culminate.
âI just â needs to-!â
âAms it stuck?â
Toki sniffled, glancing at Skwisgaar from under fluttering, tear-damp eyelashes.
âJa - hjelp meg?â
Looking amused but painfully fond, Skwisgaar gently probed at Tokiâs nose through the scarf, manipulating the tip of it in small, tickly circles that were â yeah, it was going to make him-!
Skwisgaar chuckled, gently wiping at Tokiâs nose with the traitorous scarf.
âNeeds to blow?â
Toki nodded, barely hesitating before blowing his nose enthusiastically, helped along by Skwisgaarâs strong fingers pinching each nostril shut in turn. When he was finished, Skwisgaar balled the soiled fabric up and tossed it with annoying precision into the bin on the other side of the room.
âI should be in the NBLâs, no?â He joked.
Toki smiled despite himself. The sneezing, the compliments and the effortless way in which Skwisgaar had aided him had left him feeling warm and cozy. So what if his face was uncomfortably itchy and he had to leave his mouth open a little to accommodate his swollen sinuses? Nice Skwisgaar appeared once in a blue moon, and he wanted to milk it.
âIâm so tireds.â He whined, nudging Skwisgaarâs boot with his own.
âDids you calls a car?â Skwisgaar asked, reaching forward and pushing a stray strand of Tokiâs hair back from his face.
âJa. It shouldnât be longs now.â
âIâll comes with you, ja?â
âOkays.â
~~~~~
Toki leaned his head happily against Skwisgaarâs shoulder in the back of their car. The older man had an arm wrapped securely, protectively round Tokiâs shoulders. Whenever Toki would pitch forward with a residual series of sneezes, his hand would slide down Tokiâs back to rub reassuring circles, and he would bless him quietly.
It was addictive, being treated so well by Skwisgaar. He hated him so much at times, but it was only because Skwisgaar was such a prick, normally. Heâd been so much kinder to Toki when heâd first joined Dethklok as a teenager, but something had changed over the years. He wasnât sure if it was fame going to both of their heads or something much deeper, but he resented it. It was so much better when they got along.
He could feel the antihistamines (Skwisgaar had shouted down a Klokateer to procure them for him) working. His nose was still tickly, but the horrible itching and burning was starting to recede. He sniffled, pleased to discover it didnât trigger an immediate sneezing fit.
âYou ams feelings better?â Skwisgaar asked.
âYeps. Thanks you.â
Skwisgaar pressed a kiss to Tokiâs temple. That was the final straw for the erection Toki had been suppressing for the better part of half an hour. He squirmed a little in his seat, successfully stifling a moan as Skwisgaarâs wandering hand reached under the glossy curtain of his hair to stroke at the nape of his neck.
âYou knows,â Skwisgaar started, sounding far too casual for Tokiâs liking. âYou coulds fucks a groupie when we gets back â might makes you feels even better.â
âDonât wants to fuck nobodies right now.â Toki practically purred as Skwisgaarâs fingers skimmed effortlessly over the spot he knew reliably reduced Toki to a puddle of shuddering goo.
âNobodies?â Skwisgaar murmured, voice low and velvety.
Toki smirked. There it was. He turned his face towards Skwisgaar, eyes darting back and forth between each of Skwisgaarâs blown-out pupils, searching for confirmation.
âDepends on yous.â He smiled, knowing he had Skwisgaar exactly where he wanted him. âThose sluts not enoughs for you?â
Toki crushed their lips together, grateful for the opaque partition between them and the driver, thought it probably did little to drown out their mutual moaning. It wasnât the best kiss theyâd shared - mainly because Toki had to pull away rather quickly to breathe, stuffy nose be damned - but the way Skwisgaar tutted affectionately and pulled him back in for a softer kiss more than made up for it. He was feeling drunk on all the attention. Suddenly, all of his exhaustion had vanished.
~~~~~
Was there anything better for his ego than this? Getting Skwisgaar on all fours and moaning for him as he fucked him up the ass? The lead guitarist, the sex god, crying out his name and cumming for him â because of what Toki was doing to him?
He loved that Skwisgaar didnât stop after one orgasm, like most guys â his longevity was legendary for a reason. It meant that in a moment, once Toki blew his load in his ass and made Skwisgaar cum for the second time, he would still be hard enough in minutes to fuck Toki up the ass, which always felt so good Toki swore he went cross-eyed each time.
It was a damned shame they didnât do this more often, but that wasnât on him. Heâd make the most of it whilst he could.
âHeh-!â
He gasped, suddenly â a straggler of a sneeze was sneaking up on him. He let it build in tandem with the gasping breaths the pleasure of Skwisgaarâs slick, tight ass was bringing him.
He gently raked his blunt nails down Skwisgaarâs back, which the blonde loved, moaning predictably and so unabashedly that Toki nearly came on the spot. Before his orgasm had a chance to overwhelm him, however, the sneeze finally came to fruition. He let it come as it would, shuddering forward as it burst out of him, settling over Skwisgaarâs shoulder blades in a delicate cloud of aerosol.
âhHEHHâPFFTSHâAhhh!!â
âMm, prosit, Toki-!â Skwisgaar groaned underneath him, far from angry.
The dulcet, emphatic blessing and the aftermath of the satisfying sneeze was ultimately what did Toki in. With a shivering moan, he buried himself to the hilt in Skwisgaar, fucking into him with gentle thrusts as a powerful orgasm pulsed outwards from his cock in a soothing rush. It always felt so fucking good when he was with Skwisgaar â another level of ecstasy he rarely achieved without multiple partners, and never alone. It left him weak and dumb with pleasure, collapsing over Skwisgaarâs back when it eventually released him.
With what little part of his rational brain remained, he reached down, knocking Skwisgaarâs feverishly pumping hand out of the way and replacing it with his own, squeezing his long cock. Somehow managing not to lose his balance in his post-orgasmic splendour, Toki wrapped a strong arm round Skwisgaarâs slender torso and pulled his back flush against his chest, then pulled them both up into kneeling position. Skwisgaarâs head lolled back against his shoulder, and Toki took the chance to suck a hickey onto the pale column of his elegant neck. His asshole clenched around Tokiâs flagging cock, making him hiss with overstimulated pleasure.
âCums for me.â He murmured, feeling like the king of the world when Skwisgaar did, groaning and shuddering dramatically, squirting long arcs of cum into the air and across the satin bed sheets. He loved how loud Skwisgaar got â had hated it at first, thinking of it as performative the very first time theyâd fucked, then quickly learned it was Skwisgaar at his most earnest.
When Skwisgaar finished and slumped bonelessly against Toki, the last of his strength gave out, and the pair of them sank down to the mattress with an ungainly flop. Toki couldnât remember the last time heâd felt so satisfied from sex. He nuzzled his face into Skwisgaarâs neck again, sweeping his blonde locks aside and sucking another hickey onto the skin.
âHm.â Skwisgaar hummed, tilting his head to give Toki more room. âYou wants to sleeps now? I thoughts you ams tireds.â Toki could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke, and the pride of knowing heâd made Skwisgaar so happy was almost better than the orgasm heâd just had.
âIâll sleeps when you does.â He answered, blowing softly on the wet skin under his mouth and earning a full-bodied shiver from Skwisgaar.
âFines.â Skwisgaar said, flipping Toki onto his back with such a smooth and skillful motion Toki could do nothing more than blink in surprise. He gazed up at the blonde hovering over him, hooking his hands under Tokiâs knees and pushing his legs towards the mattress, spreading him. Tokiâs spent cock started to fill with blood so quickly it hurt.
âLets sees how much you cans handle.â
Translations:
Prosit - Bless you (swedish + norwegian)
Takk - Thank you (norwegian)
Du Àr jÀttesöt - You are so cute/you're the cutest (swedish)
You know what.....I *might* have to write a brief fic about L/eon K/ennedy and A/da W/ong fumbling around in some secure room in Castle Salazar, fucking on some desk or up against a wall, really getting into it because it isn't guaranteed that either of them will survive once they leave - and then L/eon starts to have an unexpected allergic reaction to A/da's perfume....
Ended up having a dream last night that I was touching myself to a close friend's text messages about her sneezing đ
For context, she's one of my oldest and best friends and growing up she was the only person I knew who had occasional sneezy allergies. Had a formative memory involving these in high school that I won't go into detail about here (for obvious reasons) other than I was unintentionally sneezed on more than a couple of times đ”âđ«
She knows about my fetish (I told her when I was about 19, and as I've mentioned before, practically all my friends know) and once, unprompted, when we were sharing a bed and she was running her hands over my back (COMPLETELY of her own accord and it felt wonderful), she said that I ought to find someone with a nasty cold to fuck. Which I am in total agreement of, but?!?!
Anyway, in this dream, she was texting me all about how she couldn't stop sneezing and her nose was so itchy. I was texting back things like 'oh, you poor thing' and she just kept elaborating about the tickle in her nose and updating me every time she sneezed like 'Just sneezed another two times, it's not stopping' etc. Dream me was rubbing my clit and real me woke up before an orgasm could come of it (thanks, alarm) but it was still...very fun
