Get to know: Blythe Nevrin
(owned by @thekinkyleopard )
31 // Female // She/Her/Hers // Lesbian // Succubus Cobra
Full name: Blythe Nevrin
Nickname: Bly, B, Bee, Bumble Bee
Date Of Birth:
Big Three: Virgo 🌞 Gemini 🌙 Leo ↗️
Physical Appearance —
Age: looks 24-25
Eye Color: Black Sceleras with Silver irises
Hair Color: Dark purple with lighter purple ombré tips
Weight: 125
Height: 5’6
Race: Succubus Demon
Distinguishing Marks or Characteristics: Large black circular horns and a pair of small straight horns protruding from forehead, Dimple piercings, labret, septum and right hand eyebrow piercing, Freya with wings tattooed on her collarbone
Personality —
Greatest Strength: Her charismatic charm she can get /almost/ anyone to tell her anything and do anything
Greatest Weakness: Horribly Clumsy susceptible to injury and illness
Soft Spot: Freya, Zeroh, Amara
Mannerisms/Traits: Comes off very strong, cocky, know it all and seductive but also incredibly forward, vindictive and manipulative and catty. She does have a softer side to her that is often saved for very few.
Miscellaneous Trivia —
Blythe tries to often be a better person than she is but by nature her response is to be selfish or animalistic she is a slave to her urges
While living in the woods building their home, Blythe learned magic and potions, how to use her new abilities given to her from Father Lucifer and it helped them survive
Zeroh trained Blythe how to manipulate the veil as Satan instructed him to. This was in order to insure she could spy when necessary undetected. Having spent about a year of time together, she learned to really respect him, and sometimes tries to get him to soften up on Zilya, her neighbor and friend. They have a mutual respect for each other as coworkers and Blythe views him as a mentor and first real male figure that doesn’t manipulate her. Often visiting him when she can and catching up on stories.
Blythe meets Zilya when she and Freya find a spot in the woods they like to start building their forever home. At first the vampire was furious but melted under Blythe’s charm and they became fast friends who often exchange potions, ingredients, gossip and gab when they get the chance
Sneeze Content —
ALLERGIES
Dust
Moss
How severe are they?
She gets pretty stuffy and then have a few fits if continuously exposed
Do they get sick often?
Not too often but she also has quick remedies
How bad is it usually?
She can be a very sicky mess if she doesn’t remedy it with a potion quickly
Do they stifle?
Yes if she’s around others she will try to stifle them
How loud are their sneezes?
Not incredibly loud, medium but expressive
What do they sneeze into?
Palms or down her dress
How often do they sneeze?
Whenever presented by a trigger
How many times do they sneeze in a fit?
2 times at most 3
Do they have build-ups or are they sudden?
Sudden
Do they sneeze in public?
Nope, they’ve got a natural cover; The Veil
Some examples of their sneezes?
Backstory —
Blythe was born to Rochelle and Danny Neverin, two meth addicts that procreated purely by a drugged up accident. Children can be a blessing, in many ways. The second they could they were selling photos, videos of Blythe through various stages of her growth, selling off their daughter’s innocent body to monsters online. Eventually as their addictions escalated, so did their need to make money and thus they began selling Blythe out. Prostituting her from the ages of 13-17. They earned 5k per client and often kept her out for 10+ clients everyday. Though their lifestyle went front trailer parks to gated neighborhoods, the abuse never stopped and Blythe was never treated like a person let alone daughter. Through out her entire life, Blythe felt as though something or someone was watching her. God ? She thought. Often escaping death through insane unexplainable coincidences. Failed suicide after failed suicide and yet never truly feeling alone. It was when she turned 18 that her suspicions were confirmed and an angel by the name of Freya, exposed her existence to her. The angel spoke of an innate need to protect her, a confession of love, sincerity. Blythe felt like she already knew her, the angel’s presence comforting alone. Immediately Blythe knew she wanted to run away with this being and they did but found it very difficult to escape the wrath of God himself. Without much thought, Blythe had heard rumors of an old well and a well dressed man. Upon inquiring the old well, she met a hand of Satan who led her to meet him face to face due to her special circumstances. In order to protect them from the eyes of God, Satan offered her and Freya two necklaces powerful to shield them , but Blythe would have to sacrifice her humanity over to him and in exchange she would become the very thing that tormented her. Sin Incarnate. Turned into an insatiable Succubus she was now forced to be Lucifer’s very own eyes on earth. Yet, she finds herself compromised when tasked with the mission of reporting back about Alistar, Satan’s most rebellious son. While she reports what she is allotted, she can not report it all. Her and Alistar at a stand still. He won’t get them exposed to God, She won’t expose him to Satan. They work in balance but secretly despise each other.
Blythe loves potions, magic, and has the fet. She’s allergic to moss, rats, dust, and rosemary. She has a medium type immune system neither good or bad
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Just a little morning cold [3/?]
Part 3 of this story, part 1 can be found here. In short: A spiraling romance between two roommates where one is down with a pretty bad cold, and the other one is a caretaker with the kink.
Contains: Male sneezing, cold, contagion, caretaking, slight mess, coughing, nose blowing, fluffy caretaking. ~3k words.
This has previously been posted on the forum, but I want to post it here as well since I've recently written new parts that will only go on here. Anyways, enjoy!
PART 3
The next day he managed to drag himself out of bed at the sound of his alarm by some sort of miracle. His head was swimming with headache, and the fever still raging inside of him made it really hard to convince himself to not just pull the blankets over his face and continue to sleep forever. He had stuff to do, and so it wasn’t really an option. Like a zombie he moved through the apartment to the bathroom, and whilst the warm shower helped with the ache in his limbs, it definitely also aided in releasing some of the congestion in his nose. The hot steam trickled in, tickled him and loosened up the heaviness that had settled like a compact mass inside of his sinuses. As he started building up, halfway through shampooing his hair, he had to stop and place one palm against the wall to steady himself as he succumbed to the hitches that just didn’t seem to stop. Leaving him with a hazed expression, shaking his head slightly back and forth as if to shake the sneeze out.
aaahh hhahh hiiiehhh hhhhahh hhhhe hHHAAAT’CHEISHhhieeew!
The first sneeze teased its way out of his nose, but once it came, it was as forceful as ever. His head bobbed forward, the spray shooting out of him, mixing with the droplets of water on the tile. The first sneeze seemed to open up his nose, and from that point onwards he was constantly interrupted by teasing, hitching breaths as he tried to quickly wash himself off and get out. His irritated nose didn’t seem to let him. Furrowing his brows into a deep V shape, his eyes closed and mouth slightly open, he hitched as the itchiness completely took over his being.
iiiihhhi hhhha hhHIETCHSSSUUuuu! iiiihhaa’TCHUUuu! ehhhh ehhh eeeSHUUUuuw!
He had to place both of his soap lathered hands on the cold tile in order to steady himself as the sneezes just kept coming. haaah hhhha “For fuuh-uuks saa-haakeee–” EISHUUessSSHUUw! eei’TCHUUww!
He aimed his sneezes down, his face and mouth directed towards the floor. Snot dripped down from his nose, becoming more liquid as it mixed with the steaming water from the shower. As he continued sneezing he could feel the light mist of spray hitting him on his ankles and feet as the sneezes kept coming in full force. After the most intense part of the fit was over he was quick to rinse away the shampoo and soap. Before getting out, he blew his nose hard in the palm of his right hand. The slightly yellowed snot oozed out in a wet gurgle, filling his palm with the warm, thick mess. When he was done he let the water rinse the mess away before turning the water off and stepping out of the shower reaching for his towel. Even once he had dried off and put on some clothes, the sneezing had only subsided a little bit. The shower really had left him a sneezing, dripping mess. As the block in his nose had cleared it had left space for the snot to come pouring out, and blowing his nose only kept it at bay for a couple of seconds before he had to resort to sniffling to keep it from seeping out. How on earth was he supposed to make it through the day if he kept this up? After gulping down two ibuprofens together with some water, he cleared his throat and went back to his room to get dressed. He did not, at all, look forward to the six hours of school he had ahead of him.
Her door was still closed shut when he entered the kitchen, no signs of any life or light on the other side of it. Most likely her classes started later. He envied her for it, how he would have needed some extra hours of sleep. He cleared his throat again, it really bothered him, and went to put on some coffee in the hopes to make himself feel a bit better with some warm, dark caffeine. A while later he stepped out of the door, prepped with packages of tissues, ibuprofen and nasal spray. Maybe that would make today a bit more durable. He highly doubted it, especially since he left the house in the midst of a deep, wet coughing fit that rocked his body and left him aching even worse than before. Today was going to be great…
He pushed through the day by pure willpower. Adrian had laughed at his sorry state once they’d met up at school before the first class, and simply squeezed his shoulder with a compassionate “Sorry about that”. Although the words didn’t make him feel any better, the apology was not unnecessary. Adrian was definitely the source of his irritated nose and clogged up chest, after all. Once lunchtime had passed, and the time for the mandatory discussion arrived, his voice was hoarse from the continuous sneezing and coughing fits that he had suffered throughout the day. He could feel the glares of the two girls sitting closest to him as the session progressed, and he really couldn’t blame them.
“So, the phages will enter the cell by binding to the cell membrane and then injecting its own genetic information into the cell, aaand deh-dephhending onhh ahhhnn oh sorry I neeeehhd too–” ehh hhh hhienx’gt hnn’xxxgt! He sniffled embarrassingly loudly, cringing at the wet sound that it made, before clearing his throat. “Sorry. So, the cells machinery will then be hijacked by the virus DNA or RNA to only produce more viruses, and that's the only thing it will do until it’s so filled with new virus particles that it explodes, which lyses the cells and releases the viral particles that goes on and infects new cells.” He sniffled once again as he finished his sentence before clearing his clogged throat. The irony in talking about how viruses multiplied as he sat there with his own cold viruses oozing out of his every pore. By now, he could feel the sweat dripping down his back, leaving his entire body feeling clammy despite his continuous intake of fever reducers throughout the day. His head throbbed with a headache that only seemed to get worse by the second. Yeah… one could for sure see the irony in the entire situation.
“Good, and bless you.” The teacher said with an emphatic smile before she shifted focus from him towards the rest of the group. Once he wasn’t the focus of attention anymore he fished out a tissue from his last package, it was almost empty by this point. Luckily for him he got to go home in about ten minutes. He didn’t feel comfortable blowing his nose surrounded by so many of his classmates, instead he resorted to wiping at it before simply pressing the tissue up against his dripping nostrils. Those sneezy words were the last thing he contributed to the discussion before it ended, apart from another stifled sneezing fit and a few silent coughs that is. As soon as it was over he was quick to gather his things and head for the door. He couldn’t wait to get home, to his bed and to a long nap.
Jake's nose did not go easy on him on his bike ride home. Every other minute he had to cover his face with his hand, each sneeze making him sway slightly with the bike. It really wasn’t a very good idea to sneeze and bike at the same time. The alternative though, to walk, was not very tempting at all. He wanted to get home as quickly as possible.
Despite the sneezes he managed to get home without any accidents, and once he’d parked his bike he made his way up to their shared apartment. It didn’t take long until he was wrapped in not one, but two blankets in a comfy lite cocoon. He was freezing. It was most likely a sign that the fever reducers he’d taken that morning had started to wear off and his fever was peaking through again. Horrible, that’s what it was. After making himself as comfortable as possible on their, in all honesty a little bit too small couch, he was soon fast asleep, snoring softly due to his clogged nose.
That’s how she found him when she got back home an hour later. He looked adorable, snuggled up in his blankets. He was deep asleep with his lips parted slightly, most likely in order to be able to breath. The quiet, snoring sounds were incredibly endearing, and he looked so relaxed and helpless where he laid. She couldn’t help but stop in the entrance to the living room and watch him for a moment in order to take in his cold-ridden state. His sharp nose was bright red. She could see the skin underneath it being chapped. It must hurt, she thought to herself. He looked hot, not that way… well that way too, but the flush on his cheeks made him look a bit overheated, especially in combination with the small droplets of sweat glistening on his forehead. Some cold medication would most likely do the trick, but she didn’t want to wake him up just yet. Instead, she left for the kitchen and started to cook dinner for them both. Perhaps it was time to feed him something that was not a sandwich.
An hour later she took the lasagna out from the oven and put it to cool down on the stove. She had started to become really hungry as the hour had passed, and her stomach felt more like a gaping hole than anything else. After a quick glance at the clock, 19.30, she decided that it was about time to wake him. He needed to be able to sleep tonight as well, and if he continued napping now, there was a great risk that he would have trouble with that later on. That, and he needed to take another fever reducer. With that decided, she made her way into the living room and gently sat down on the armrest to the sofa.
“Hey, Jake.” She said with a soft voice not to wake him up too harshly. When that had no effect, he continued to snore softly beside her, she reached out one hand and gently dragged it through his dark hair. His skin was way too warm against hers, and she could feel a pinch of worry manifesting in the pit of her stomach. Maybe she should have woken him up way earlier?
“I made some food for us.” More soft words. This time it seemed like they had an effect. He stirred a bit under her touch, moving his head to look at her as his eyes fluttered open. “Morning sleepyhead,” she said as she met his gaze, smiling down at him, still with one hand in his hair.
“Mbording–” He furrowed his eyebrows, a hazy expression passed over his face for just a second before… hhHAT’xxuuh!! The sneeze seemed to catch him by surprise, like his sleepy state had made it impossible for him to connect the itchiness in his nose to the bodily function of sneezing. It was incredibly hot, and it sent a hot shiver running through her body where she sat so close to him.
“Bless–”
hhhah! ha-HA’tshuuuh!
“–you.” By the time the second sneeze came out of him he managed to cover it, simply by pressing the blanket over his face. The sneeze was directly followed by a harsh sounding coughing fit. It didn’t sound very good, at all. In an attempt to be comforting she gently stroked the hair from his face, and in doing so she could feel her fingers getting damp from his sweaty forehead. When the coughing finally subsided he sighed loudly, shaking his head as he slumped down on the cough.
“I’b sorry. Cad I habve a tissue please?” He asked, his voice all hoarse from the coughing. She quickly reached for a tissue from the box on the coffee table and gave it to him.
“Here you go.” He neatly folded it before putting it to his red nose and blew, a loud bubbling sound coming from him as he cleared his nose from some of the congestion. After a finishing wipe he removed the tissue from his nose and lowered his arm, tissue still in his hand.
“What time is it?” He asked, voice hoarse and raspy, looking at her with glazed eyes, clearly still a bit out of it.
“Half past seven. I thought it was time for some dinner, do you want some? I’ve made lasagna.”
“Oh lasagna you say? My favorite.” He tried to smile, but the effort of using his voice only made him break down into another coughing fit, this time also aimed straight down into the soft fabric of the blanket. They might need to wash that blanket after this was over.
“I’ll go get some for you, stay where you are.”
After some minutes of scrambling around with plates and glasses she was back, placing a plate with a large slice of lasagna in front of him.
“Here you go. And take this also.” She gave him a jar of ibuprofen. “You are practically burning up.”
“Thank you Leah.” She smiled at him and gave him a quick wink before going back into the kitchen to get her own food.
“Bon appetit, or whatever they say.” He laughed quietly, which just made him cough again. The cough seemed to have settled deep in his chest, sounding ominous in the way it rattled through his body. Like it was only about to get worse. It was concerning. A sneezy nose she was all for. It was no harm. Deep coughing? Pneumonia? No thank you.
Once they had finished their food, they both agreed to put on another episode of the tv series they had started watching. It wasn’t long before he was comfortably cuddled up in her lap, blankets wrapped around him. She played with his hair with soft motions, twirling the dark hair strands around her fingers. Just as the couple on the screen joined together in a long-awaited kiss she could feel him starting to hitch. She felt every ticklish breath, felt how his chest heaved and how his body tensed. His nose scrunched up, and with every inhale his nostrils flared in waiting for the big release. It was damn near impossible to focus on what was going on on the screen as his lips slightly parted, his pink tongue visible behind his teeth.
hhhha hha haaah!
As he hitched, he managed to raise the tissue he held in his hand, pressed it against his nose in preparation for the sneeze.
hhaaAHH’mpppfff! hhhaa–mmmfffp! HAAT’ttmmppff!
The muffled sneezes right on her lap made her insides tingle. Each sneeze made his head jerk forward with the force of it, even as he was laying down in her lap. She could feel every rocking breath, every movement as the sneezes ripped through his body. Without even thinking about it, she started to gently stroke him over his arm in a tender motion, wanting to provide some sort of comfort as he was obviously feeling so poorly.
“Bless you.” She reached for a new tissue and handed it to him, it really looked like the one currently in use wasn’t much help anymore.
“Thadk you,” he managed to get out through the congestion, before he sniffled wetly and placed the used tissue on top of his finished plate amongst a bunch of others before accepting the fresh one. “I hate beidg this sick,” he groaned as he sniffled again, the congestion still very much audible in his words despite having just cleared it. He looked so incredibly sick and helpless, and she couldn’t stop herself from bending down and placing a small kiss on his forehead. Soft lips against hot skin.
“I hate that you are this sick too,” she whispered emphatically, and it was the sort of true. She did… and she didn’t. Both things were true at the same time.
“Me too.” He blew his nose softly and she could see how he cringed. It probably hurt. “But I might have to get sick more often if this is how you’ll treat me every time.” He looked up at her and winked, his usual foolishness still present. It made her happy, maybe it meant that he wasn’t that sick after all.
“You don’t think I treat you well normally?” He shrugged, a mischievous smile spreading across his face.
“Not this well…” She let the words hang in the air for a brief moment, thinking about what she should reply. Was it the time to make a move? Maybe. She for sure knew she wanted more out of this relationship.
“Well maybe…” She let her index finger trace his eyebrow, falling down and caressing his cheek. “I should.” Letting her gaze fall from his eyes, they were too sparkly to look at, and instead looked at his lips. She couldn’t shake the feeling of wanting to kiss him. Maybe she should just go for it?
“I wouldn’t mind.” His voice was low, the words barely a whisper, as if he too felt the tension. Like electricity sparkling between them. Pulling her closer. Or maybe he had just noticed her staring at his lips. She looked up and met his eyes again, searching for confirmation or dismissal, and found the former. His hazel eyes sparkled with the same want as she was feeling. Okay. Here goes nothing. She leaned forward and noticed how he did the same. It felt like her heart would beat its way out of her chest. And then their lips met. Lightning and sparkle and fire. Suddenly they were kissing, the first one lasted a handful of seconds and as she pulled away ever so slightly she opened her eyes to look at his face. Searching for his thoughts in it. Then he smiled, and all felt alright with the world.
With newly found courage she leaned in again and met his lips in a new kiss. It was wonderful. The kisses were soft and playful and all that first-kisses were supposed to be. The second kiss lasted a bit longer, but before she was ready for it to end he suddenly pulled away with an audible gasp. A millisecond of worry struck like a pin in her stomach before she realized it wasn’t a sudden spur of regret from his part, it was simply–
hhIETT’sshuuu! hieet’ssshuuu!
He had ducked away and managed to aim the sneezes to the side, down into the cushion closest to him. Breathe, she reminded herself. So… not only did they finally have their first kiss, he also sneezed during it. Wow. She was a lucky girl.
“Ugghh I’m sorry,” he groaned and reached for a new tissue, fumbling around for a second before getting hold off it and pressing it to his nose. “I’m such a mess.” She could see the burning blush on his cheeks and felt the blood rushing to her own, making her match him. Two tomatoes on a couch. For two completely different reasons.
“Bless you. And it’s okay, you’re sick after all.” She stroked him over his soft hair and couldn’t help the grin from spreading across her face.
“I am.” He blew his nose, as a way of emphasizing the fact. “And now I think you are doomed too.” She laughed, relieving some of the tension that had built within her.
“I think we passed that stage a long time ago.”
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