tg's annual sneezefic meme (2019)
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tarotgal
Directions:
1. Post prompts. Any fandom (original fic allowed as well) and any pairing, as long as there is potential sneezing involved character. There is no limit to how many prompts you can post.
2. Please warn for anything current that might be potentially spoilery!
3. Prompt posting will be open while there's interest, most likely until this time next year
4. Reply to any prompts you like with art/drabbles/ficlets/fics in parts/links to fics in your blog. The entry must not be friends-locked.
5. Please warn for anything that might be a trigger including something an emetophobe like me might have a problem with.
6. Prompts can have as many fills as people feel like writing. Just because one person has filled a prompt doesn't mean you can't write for that prompt as well. Different spins on the same thing are absolutely welcome!
7. There will be no deadline for fic responses. If you see a prompt you like and want to write it, go ahead!
8. There's no limit to how many you can write either. WRITE THEM ALL!
9. Please feel free to pimp this on any communities and forums you think would be interested in this.
10. You are allowed to repost prompts from previous or other memes. If the prompt belongs to someone else, just give them credit. You're also more than welcome to reprompt your own!
11. My birthday is April 19. I'm just saying...
Have fun, everybody!
Fills:
Sneezing and wearing fingerless gloves.
Water Demons by
vergoftowelsMarvel
"Wow. How many times have you sneezed today?"
"I don't know, I lost count."
A Head Cold, Exhaustion, and a Complicated Washing Machine by
tarotgalMiddle Earth
It's a bit embarrassing to be the only Elf with allergies. Luckily, the elf's significant other finds it more than a little endearing.
Suffering is Temporary by
tarotgalOriginal Characters
A character has a cold but just feels a little like sneezing from it. The character doesn't have allergies but does get an itchy nose at really powerful scents. Combine the two and the character has to sneeze so badly!
They've Discontinued My Perfume by Anonymous
Character gets turned on by their own sneezing (whether just naturally, or because of a curse or something) and tries to ignore it. But then they catch a cold or have a strong allergic reaction to something, and it becomes harder and harder to ignore, so to speak.
Exhibit by
vergoftowels"Wow. How many times have you sneezed today?"
"I don't know, I lost count."
Untitled by
vergoftowelsPerson A is carrying something delicate (like a fresh painting, tray of china, hot bowl of soup) and there's nowhere for them to put it down when they feel a sudden sneeze coming.
Person B come over to steady them and ends up catching the oncoming sneezing fit for Person A while trying to protect whatever item it is.
Toward Satisfaction by
tarotgalTwo characters have to share one small sleeping bag, so small that there's barely room to turn over. One character is coming down with a cold and can't help but sneeze over the other person all night long.
And OMG, They Were Rollmates by
vergoftowelsSupernatural
Sam's got a cold, and colds and migraines really don't mix well.
Vigilance by
tarotgalStar Wars
Finn's been on suppressants all his life, because sexual urges are just a distraction for stormtroopers. Now that he's off them, he's discovering all kinds of new things, including that he really likes it when Poe sneezes.
Tell Me What You Want by
tarotgal
Exhibit, original, M/M, NSFW, bird people (not furry/anthro)
Date: 2019-04-24 09:33 pm (UTC)-----
Quetzal looked himself over in the mirror, turning his head this way and that. His iridescent white headfeathers were adorned with beads and gossamer golden chains for the night's festivities. The thin black choker he was wearing emphasized the grace of his neck and the paleness of his skin. He had applied kohl to outline his large blue eyes, already one of his most captivating features. They would have made him look doll-like if not for the handsome strength of his nose, which was slightly hooked, and his delicate but masculine jawline. He fluttered his lashes at his reflection. Like most Avians, he was fond of his reflection, but he thought he looked especially good tonight.
With one last look, he finally drew himself away. He didn't want to be late to the gala, or no more than was fashionable. He had laid out his clothing already on the bed and dressed quickly. Silks were in right now, and he wrapped himself in colorful skirts and scarves until he was satisfied, preened his wings one last time, and then headed to the museum.
The gala today was to celebrate spring, in a way, with an exhibit featuring the botanical paintings of Asterales lin Humboldt. Quetzal had studied her work at the Academy and had always been particularly captivated by it. Her canvases, with few exceptions, were larger than life and featured painstakingly detailed explosions of floral beauty. Indeed, as he stepped into the museum's reception room, it was impossible to ignore the massive sunflower taking up the feature wall. A significant portion of the crowd of attendees were just gathered below this painting, studying and praising it. Quetzal passed them by. While he was quite taken with it as well, it looked slightly less crowded inside the gallery rooms beyond.
The museum had set aside five rooms for displaying Humboldt's art. Quetzal soon settled into a comfortable artistic trance, drifting from painting to painting with other admirers, captivated. The galleries were full of a low hum of conversation, broken here and there by tinkling laughter or champagne flutes and the rustle of feathers. He felt his own feathers lift with a shiver when he laid eyes on a towering dahlia in the last room, visible over the heads of the guests. Quetzal felt drawn to stand below it and marvel. The 10 x 10 ft depiction of a pink star dahlia absolutely dominated the room. Each floret had been rendered in stunning detail, and dew clung to the flower and its leaves, sparkling and looking perfectly lifelike. The spiral of the radiant shape was perfect, demonstrating not only the diligence of the artist but the beautiful hand of nature as well. Quetzal found it hard to draw his gaze away from it, but his next breath caught lightly in his chest and he wrinkled his nose.
"Hh... htcht!" He pressed the pads of his fingers to his nose to cover and left them there. He always sneezed in pairs, no matter the circumstances, and he wasn't disappointed now. His eyelashes fluttered as he hitched again, but it wasn't long in coming. "Httcht! Slightly more insistent that time. He sighed gently on the exhale. As usual, the sensation had given him a gentle thrill, and he felt his ears color very lightly. He didn't care much to sneeze in public.
Luckily, it didn't seem like anyone had noticed him. Normally, Quetzal adored being the center of attention, but there was a time and a place for some things... He turned his attention back to the painting. Or tried to. Someone was calling his name - no, Lir was calling his name. Quetzal's blush deepened before he could stop himself, and then the other Avian had caught up to him and joined him beside the dahlia. Lir had pinned back his gray and black headfeathers with wire accessories, which heightened his usual sleek look. His wings were folded daintily over a black robe and trousers. He smelled of the sea, and Quetzal's nostril's flared.
"It's nice to see you," said Lir, leaning down to kiss Quetzal's cheeks in greeting. "You look lovely tonight. Are you enjoying the show?" His voice was low and had a hoarse edge to it that always drove Quetzal to distraction.
"Yes," he managed in reply. "Humboldt's art is very..." - his mind groped for a word that didn't sound stupid or pedestrian - "Intense." Six years of art and art history education seemed to have fled at Lir's presence. "I studied them at the Academy, so it's nice to see them in person."
Lir nodded, examining the dahlia. "Yes, the vibrancy of the colors is amazing." He tilted his head, a small smirk creeping its way onto his face. "And the subject matter, of course... giant flowers. Rather like a sexual awakening right in your face."
Quetzal swallowed. It didn't help at all that he knew Lir was doing it on purpose. They'd been dancing around each other for some years now, since before graduation, and Quetzal was now sure that the two of them would have quite the time together. He just turned into a blushing mess whenever the other bird was around. "It is. We talked about that in my classes." Flowers were the sexual organs of plants - well, in a very simplified sense - and the significance of that in Humboldt's creations had been one of his professor's greatest passions, the old pervert. Quetzal didn't really want to talk about it now though, in a crowded gallery, with Lir, and- and he thought he was going to sneeze again.
His nose crinkled, and he narrowed his eyes. Yes, here wasn't going to be any helping it. Again, he pressed his fingers to his nose, stepping away from Lir self-consciously. The itch was stronger this time, prickling deeper inside. "Hh... hh- kttsch! Hih- hih- htktsch!"
"Bless you," said Lir, and Quetzal really wished he hadn't. Warmth suffused him, his fingers tingled lightly, and he could feel himself starting to get wet. He mumbled a thank you. "Is it the flowers?"
"What?" Quetzal raised an eyebrow. "The paintings??"
Lir laughed. "No, birdbrain, the real flowers. The bouquets." He nodded toward the other side of the room. Against the wall, there was a small dais and a podium, flanked by four very large bouquets. Dahlias, sunflowers, daisies in bright colors... they were clearly designed to mimic Humboldt's artwork, but while hers were oils, these flowers were all quite organic. Quetzal paled; he hadn't even noticed them when he came into the room. His expression must have been visibly displeased, because Lir frowned in response.
"I'm going to go get hors d'oeuvres," Quetzal said, maybe a little too loudly. He stepped back from the painting, only to realize that while he and Lir were talking, the room had gotten much more crowded. The reason became obvious when the lights dimmed and the curator of the exhibit took to the podium.
"I don't think we can really get over there right now," said Lir. "Are you all right? I was joking, but are you actually allergic?"
"Maybe a little," Quetzal said, weakly. It felt as though, by noticing the flowers, their effects had strengthened. His nostrils flared again. "Hktsch! Ih- iktschuh!" This wasn't good. Not only were his sneezes getting more forceful... his face heated; he felt his cock stirring in response to them. He could feel the head starting to slip from its sheath in the soft folds of his slit, and with it more wetness. A few sneezes here and there could get him excited, but he usually had more than enough time to calm down. He didn't think he was going to be so lucky tonight.
Lir touched his arm, and the gesture was soft and protective. "Let's get you over to the wall at least," said Lir. He was taller than Quetzal and able to make a small pah for them over to a more secluded corner. However, the door was still too far away to reach easily, and now no one was moving in or out.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm so glad you could make it today," said the curator, but Quetzal tuned out her words quite quickly. He had pressed both hands to his nose in an attempt to stave off any more expulsions... and pressed his thighs together to try and prevent much the same below. Lir was pressed beside him, their wings overlapping in the dark. He hoped Lir couldn't feel him trembling, although he doubted he had any privacy at all. "Hnktt- hngtt!" He pressed his fingers tighter. "hn hh hh-- HNGktt"
"Stop that," whispered Lir, frowning again. "You'll hurt your ears." He pulled Quetzal's hand away from pinching his nose. The smaller Avian's eyes widened, but he didn't have the breath to protest or the time to move before he was sneezing again - always in pairs.
"Htrreschiu!" The sneeze was swift and insistent, sending his head into a bob that fluffed his headfeathers. His ears were hot with embarrassment and arousal, and it worsened as he felt a gentle pull at his nose. He'd- he'd produced a fairly impressive trail of clear mess that wobbled gently with his movement. He wanted to sink into the floor. Lir was watching him! What was even worse, at the same time he felt his cock throb and fill, pushing outward to stand erect. The head, wet with his interest, pressed maddeningly against his silks. He felt lightheaded.
Lir had also turned red. "Are you okay?" he asked, voice crackling. "I have a... I have a handkerchief." He hurriedly fished it from a breast pocket and held it out. Quetzal practically snatched it from his hand and shoved his face into the folds. Lir looked away as the smaller bird started to blow his nose. "I think if we, ah, if we go right, we can get out into the courtyard. That okay?"
Quetzal nodded, refusing to move the cloth until he was sure his face was clean again. He didn't want Lir to come with him, he really didn't want that- But he was too short to make much headway on his own. It was only by the grace of Lir's height and presence that they were able to leave the gallery at all, and even then they had to duck and squeeze and tuck in their wings and elbows. Quetzal bit his tongue more than once trying to hold back a sneeze or a moan, or both combined. He was losing a battle with propriety.
Finally, though, Lir found the door and they were able to break from the gallery and come out into one of the museum's courtyards. Mercifully, from what Quetzal could see in the dim glow of subtle lanterns, there were no flowers in this one, just a small pond, benches, and shrubbery. His nose really didn't need any extra encouragement. Lungs working like a bellows, he stumbled around to turn his back to Lir, folding his wings around himself.
"Hrisctchiu! Hh- Hktschiu!" He buried himself in the folds of the handkerchief, soggy now, and bit back a helpless moan. He could feel his pulse in his cock. "Hh hh ih-- Irkttschiu! Kttschiu! Hnkgtschiu! Ih ih-" This time he couldn't help the sound he made, a low cry of desire. He was so, so close. "Hngkttscuhh!"
Lir made a sound beside him. "You- you, ah... You don't look so good," he said, breathless. "You doing okay? Honey?"
Quetzal moaned, and before he could stop himself, he was pulling up his silks and pressing the wet handkerchief down between his thighs. His cock was so hard, so hot. The damp felt so good. He didn't even have to stroke himself before he was coming into the folds with a desperate cry, thighs quivering and dripping with slick already. He came a lot. He could feel the heavy pulses through the fabric and he squeezed himself. He always came a lot when he was sneezing. It's why he usually doped himself up but good anytime he thought he might encounter allergens. Maybe he was an idiot for expecting that the museum would be safe. Maybe he spent too much time looking at the mirror and forgot. He sank to his knees in the grass. The pleasure was monumental. It felt like a long, long time before he was done.
The aftershocks still rippled through his legs and belly, but he felt his cock beginning, after some minutes, to soften and slip again back inside. He was panting. He had to pee, too, or maybe it was just that everything felt oversensitive. He could take care of that inside, though, before leaving the museum and walking straight into traffic.
He was afraid to stand, but he wanted to leave as soon as possible. Horrified and ashamed, he turned, expecting to find Lir fled, never to be seen again. He really wasn't sure if it was better that the other Avian was still in the courtyard. Although he'd walked to the other side and turned away, it was very easy to read the tension in Lir's wings and back. Quetzal swallowed, feeling nauseous and small.
"....Um."
Lir's wings twitched. "....You done?" he finally asked. He hadn't moved.
Quetzal was flame red. He looked at the grass. "Yeah. I'm. Gonna go home now." He clutched the soiled handkerchief. Lir was never getting it back. He was going to burn it.
"Wait," said Lir. Slowly, he lowered his wing and looked over his shoulder. "You sure you're okay? I mean." He turned a little more. Quetzal was incredibly red, the flush standing out almost alarmingly on his pale skin. His nose was even redder than the rest of him. Except maybe his cock, thought Lir, with a rush of guilt and arousal of his own. More importantly, Quetzal looked very close to tears.
"Yep!" Quetzal gave him an awkward thumbs-up. "Yep, really good. So good. I'm just gonna go die now." He spread his wings, but was thrown off by another pair of sneezes. More mess dripped into the grass. Quetzal made a sound sort of like a sob.
Before he could think better of it - for his pride? Quetzal's? - Lir walked over and pulled the other Avian into a warm embrace. "It's okay," he said. "Really, it's okay. Don't go yet. I'm not upset. I'm not- I just want to be with you. I thought we might look at the galleries together, but now I think a different date idea would work better." Quetzal was shaking, but he didn't pull away. "My house is closer than yours," Lir continued, words spilling out a little. He didn't want Quetzal to leave. "Why don't we go there? You can take a bath. I'll leave you alone, I promise. You can take some antihistamines. We can watch a film, or go for a walk, or..."
Quetzal bit his lip. "Really?"
Lir nodded. "Really. And we can pretend this never happened. I promise." Tentatively, he bent to kiss Quetzal's cheeks; usually only a greeting, he meant for this to be a little more tender.
Quetzal sighed gustily, but Lir was deeply pleased when he also nodded. "Never talk about it, ever." Quetzal said, pulling away.
"I promise," Lir reiterated.
And he never did mention it, although he dreamed about that night very frequently for months afterward, and sometimes even years later, after they were married, although by then he had a plethora of memories to choose from.
Re: Exhibit, original, M/M, NSFW, bird people (not furry/anthro)
Date: 2019-04-25 12:02 am (UTC)His mortification at every stage--sneezing, berating himself for not having taken precautions, being seen like this in front of a crowd, being seen both sneezing and masturbating by someone he is attracted to, being unable to control his desires because the fit is so intense... my gods, it's UNBELIEVABLY GOOD. Because even though he is mortified, there's not a damn thing he can do about it. He's entirely helpless. And the result is to die for.
Loved:
* The fanboyish art appreciation and that desire to say the right thing ("Intense." Bless.)
* The predictable, inevitable double-sneezes. So adorable. I love predictable sneezes. One sneeze is good, but KNOWING another is coming is the best because then you are aware and can really appreciate it when it finally hits. And the spellings were phenomenal as well.
* That "Are you all right? I was joking, but are you actually allergic?" line
* Lending a handkerchief (that, yeah, will have to be burnt now LOL) and Lir rescuing Quetzal multiple times
* The concerned "Honey?" just slipping out
* The mess (it's so wrong and so delightful; I'm officially a terrible human being)
* See comment above about the slipping the cool, wet handkerchief under his silks and around his hot cock because that is what killed me. What an image! You're amazing.
* Realizing Lir is STILL IN THE COURTYARD and Lir just IMMEDIATELY jumping into the sweetest, most reassuring mode ever.
* There was sooo much from Quetzal's POV that I was taken off guard when it switched and we got to see inside Lir's mind. And I was just as pleased to be there. Oh, babes. They're so hot and so sweet and precious at the same time. Which shouldn't be possible, but you've written the impossible.
* That magic, last paragraph of warm & fuzzy
Just, yeah. Fucking hot. And so sweet. Wow. Thanks for writing this!
Re: Exhibit, original, M/M, NSFW, bird people (not furry/anthro)
Date: 2019-04-25 01:35 am (UTC)Re: Exhibit, original, M/M, NSFW, bird people (not furry/anthro)
Date: 2019-04-25 03:08 am (UTC)Also, sometimes off-the-wall crap is the best! I am often drawn to the super unique creations within the community. That's not to say I don't have types and favorite artists/authors. And there are plenty of kinds of stories I will happily read variations of until I die. But unique ideas are also very appealing, especially when they're so well executed and filled with so very much yumminess like this was. Definitely out of the box but at the same time managed to tick off a lot of checkboxes of things I love to read!