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The Sneeze Room

A Sven and Elex Rqst SnzFic

FT: Sick Remi

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Fluff, Sick Fic, Contagion, cursing, bullying

Description: Sven finds a reason to compete against his brother, Draeko. Rightfully so, he tags his boyfriend Elex in, who is extremely apprehensive when he finds out a sick Remi is going to be there…

Author’s Notes: I really wanted to torture Elex in this one and what better way to do that than poke at his germaphobia with a disgusting contagious Remi! :^D I hope you like this one Nonny! Art, Remi, Sven and Draeko all by @aller-geez

Sven came racing into the living room, Elex was putting together some sort of lego project when the cat stumbled upon him, paying no mind to the fact his boyfriend was already busy, he began to buzz. “Babe! Babe! So, I was out at the park, right? And I ran into my insufferable brother, Draeko,” rolling his orange slitted eyes to emphasize his annoyance. “And cause he can’t help but torment me, he and his little friend Levi came to tell me that they’re entering a competition tonight,” Elex was paying little to no attention to the story his boyfriend was prattling on about, simply just trying to make sure he had the right bricks for the right parts.

“Yeah, and?” the badger scoffed at the idea of the leopard and the hybrid being able to accomplish any sort of competition between the two of them.

“It’s 25k and it’s an escape room! I told him I bet half that chunk, me and you could finish before them two,” snickering a bit at the idea but then crossed his arms. “However, they’re bringing Remi as an advantage because they said it was entirely unfair if it was me AND you, seeing as you can escape even a prison cell,”

“Heh, yeah I can,” Elex smirked, still tinkering with the colored blocks as his head grew a size too big.

“Okay, sweet, so you’re in then right?” the other lit up, almost completely ready to start bouncing off the walls he was full of so much adrenaline.

“Wait hold on, you said Remi is going?” Elex suddenly looked up from his project and over at his boyfriend, his face full of skepticism and caution.

“Yeah, why?” The cat suddenly paused, curious to his partner’s reserve.

“I’m not going anywhere near that fleabag,” the badger officially met his boyfriend’s gaze, his own clearly written in distaste now. “He’s been ranting and raving all over Barkbook about how he’s sick again, no, nuh uh, keep that sack of illness the hell away from me,” the germaphobe shuddered, just the thought alone of being next to that mongrel with his open maw expelling hundreds of bacteria at him….he shuddered.

Sven's voice was laced with annoyance, yet tinged with a hint of pleading as he tried to persuade his partner to take on the daunting quest. "Babe, please. We need you to take one for the team," he urged, knowing that their success depended on their joint effort and determination.

“N.O. No. Not doing it, he’s gross, he’s unsanitary, he’s also extremely fucking pigheaded and wont cover his god damn MOUTH, NO!” Elex now sat back, crossing his own arms over his chest, and turning his back to the other. Sven raised a thin brow and cocked his head to the side. It seemed he was going to have to pull out the big guns. Time for operation “Question his manhood.”

“So just like that then? Just gonna let that behemoth be the reason you don’t win this for us? Shit well, I guess I’m dating a pussy instead of a man,” the cat shrugged his shoulders loosely starting to turn on his heels when he could almost physically hear Elex’s last strand of patience, snap in half.

“Excuse me? What the fuck did you just say? That I’m a PUSSY?” the man slowly turned his head to glare daggers in the direction of his audacity filled boyfriend. “A PUSSY?”

“What? It is what it is, you’re scared of a little germy wolf, and that’ll be the reason I never truly out due Draeko, so long as he has that damn wolf,” shaking his head back and forth, clicking his tongue with disappointment. “It’s a shame, you know?” Elex’s mint green eye twitched in response, his fingers pulsating until they closed in to quick, tight fists.

His words were tinged with frustration and a hint of fear, as he vehemently denied being scared. "I'm not afraid…" he insisted, "just…CAUTIOUS... I don't want to risk getting SICK," He emphasized his words through clenched teeth. Despite his efforts to remain calm, the tension in his body was evident as his face flushed with a deep red color. Every muscle in his body seemed to be on high alert, ready to flee at any sign of danger. He was determined to stay level-headed, but the emotions were slowly creeping in.

“No, yeah, right, scared, cautious, pussy, same thing,” Sven clicked his tongue and shrugged yet again, and that was seemingly pissing the badger off even more than his words. How he was so careless and casual about denying his manhood, and his strengths?

“Fine! Fuck! I’ll go! But at the end of the day, if I catch whatever freak virus that asshole has, you’re gonna be the one nursing me back to health, you hear me?” He narrowed his dual colored eyes before aggressively, and less than politely, started packing up his lego project, mumbling to himself with disdain. “Stupid fucking Draeko…always having to trigger Sven into some dumb shit that I get dragged into….why cant that idiot have a….idk..donut eating contest or something? Why is it always so absolutely irritating…” the green haired man was fuming as he went back and forth between cleaning up his mess and keeping what he already had built, safe.

Sven couldn't contain a small chuckle, careful not to let the grumpy badger hear his quiet victory. He was determined to prove himself as smarter, stronger, and more resilient than that damn hybrid, by blowing him out of the water of this competition. With Elex’s innate ability to escape more situations verbally or physically, they had it in the bag.

~LATER THAT NIGHT~

They arrived at the venue, Elex feeling less and less inclined to be there as they parked and started to get out of the vehicle. “Are you sure I have to come? Like…I can’t just stay in the car?”

“No El, you can’t just stay in the car,” the Cheshire rolled his orange eyes impatiently, shutting the door and locking the vehicle behind them with the fob. “Am I really going to have to go into round two of the conversion stage?” the badger sighed deeply at his boyfriend’s response and grumbled back.

“No…please don’t bring my manhood back into this,” sighing with exasperation and an avoidant…distant look in his eyes. As they entered the building, the stench of sweat and stale air filled Elex's nostrils. He wrinkled his nose in disgust, grumbling under his breath about the lack of cleanliness of the venue alone. He followed Sven, who was already strutting towards the entrance, trying to present himself as much more confident than he was.

The two made their way through the sea of random people, avoiding the pungent smells and germs as best they could. They reached the registration desk and handed over their entry forms. "Welcome! You're just in time we start in 5 minutes," the speaker behind the desk said with a grin, handing them a map to their starting location.

Elex could feel the eyes of the other competitors on him, anytime he’d make eye contact with some unsuspecting visitor, he’d lift the left side of his upper lip and scowl. Effectively turning away lingering eyes with his threatening gazes. He then ignored their stares as he and Sven followed the map to their starting point. As they approached, they saw Levi, Draeko and Remi all standing outside a door marked “11” the same number given to them on their map sheet.

“Draeko,” Sven glared at his brother, the two sets of competing eyes glaring down at each other. The first thing Elex noticed however, was Remi, dry heaving and coughing into the crook of his elbow with sunken, swollen and pale glowing green orbs.

“Oh…dear god,” Elex whispered with a terrified expression written across his face. Levi looked up, and noticed the apprehension, and in usual fashion tried to soothe the badger’s worries.

“Hey, El, sorry, I know…but I swear, he’s on the mend! It doesn’t look like it but…I’ve managed to not catch it!” The cat nervously scratched at the back of his neck, voice slightly muffled as he was the only one adorning a mask. The badger narrowed his multi colored gaze.

“Okay well, do you have an extra mask?” crossing his arms over his chest in an impatient, but waiting stance.

“Shit, no sorry just this one…I mean you could have it if you wa-…” the cat embarrassingly shuffling through his pockets and jacket to see if he might have a second but coming up short. He knew he would, but he had to play it off like this wasn’t part of Drae’s plan to keep Elex at his lowest.

“No, no thanks,” shaking his head quickly in response, there was no way in fuck Elex was sharing a mask. YIKES. Especially not with someone he barely even knew. “I’ll just…try to…stay away,” Looking the sickly wolf up and down who could only smirk in response before jolting forward with his hands out to scare the apprehensive man.

“Boo!” Remi chuckled as Elex stepped back significantly to avoid the other’s sudden threatening touch.

“Remi! Knock it off!” Levi nudged the large man with his elbow, trying to hide a snicker of his own. ‘Fake ass bitch,’ the badger thought inwardly catching the leopard’s response. Despite the ongoing fued between Sven and Drae, and Elex at the rest of them, things were seemingly pretty calm at this moment, no insane bragging quite yet just narrowed eyes and stale, uncomfortable vibes.

Sven ignored the bickering three, his focus on the task at hand, scoping out the map and trying to see if he could already spot the first answer but it was really a whole lot of nothing. "Alright El, let's focus on the competition," he spoke without looking up, trying to bring their heads together on this, but Elex couldn't avoid the ill-fated wolf's stern emerald gaze, and the sight of him churned his stomach. He could practically envision the germs seeping from the wolf's every pore, a reminder of the bacteria that could infect him if he didn't keep a reasonable distance. He noticed the way the large man suddenly froze, and hitched…his mouth opening slowly. Elex now stepping back 3 notches when the wolf lurched forward and let out a loud, obnoxious sneeze that sprayed within the few feet radius in front of him.

“Hi”DTSCHIEW!!…SndDff…my bad..” he snarfed loudly, rubbing his wet, red, chuffed nostrils against the sleeve of his button up, Elex almost gagged.

"I think..." Elex began, but hesitated. "I think I made a terrible mistake coming here, Sven, seriously, this guy looks terrible, I want to go home…” he whispered to the side so only his boyfriend could hear his anxious worries.

Sven raised an eyebrow. "We just got here and you already want to tap out? No, don’t make me go into the pussy lecture again..” they both made eye contact now, each one’s gaze stern but neither of them broke.

“Fine,” the badger folded, knowing there really was no telling his boyfriend, no, when he wanted to do something. So instead, he pouted, and tried his best to avoid Remi’s consistent, slightly distant, but cold stare.

“Alright folks! We are getting ready to open the room doors, are you all ready to get going?” one of the hosts announced through a megaphone at the different teams all awaiting their entrances.

Sven, Draeko, and Levi nodded in unison, readying themselves for the challenge ahead. Elex, however, hesitated. He could feel the tension rising in the room, a palpable sense of anticipation that made his stomach flutter. He looked around the room, taking in the different faces of his friends and competitors, each with their own unique qualities and motivations. He swallowed hard and turned his face back to the door. He could do this.

As the host's voice boomed through the speakers, the doors buzzed open, and the group stepped forward. Sven and Draeko pushing and shoving at each other to get through the door first, fighting to take charge. He looked at the map in his hands, studying the intricate layout and trying to envision the path to victory but everything they could see ahead of them was on the paper as well. “Elex check out that right side of the room,” Looking over to make eye contact with the badger who was very apprehensive to move anywhere in that direction seeing as Remi was leaned up against the wall of that side, hanging on for dear life and certainly no help to the challenge itself. Sniffling loudly, his eyes rolled back, he wasn’t even sure why he was there at this point himself. He just did whatever Levi begged of him.

“Fffffuuu…—h’DttTISHh!” Remi sprayed violently in front of himself and Elex groaned loudly, looking back over to Sven who was now back to shoveling and fighting Drae to get a better look under the dressers and furniture. Taking a deep breath in, the germaphobe took a few steps closer to the wolf, that was directly blocking his way.

“Hey can you just…move a little that way?” His voice was neutral, he didn’t want to add too much emotion behind it, because he knew that Remi didn’t do too well with overtly emotional people. Despite that he was physically shaking, his brain swarming with the endless possibilities of illness and death that were haunting him, he remained calm enough to meet the other’s sunken gaze.

“Yeah, no cad do bud, Lebi wands me do keeb you from helbing…maybe, don’d be sugg a baby…SNDDFfF” the wolf tried to tease and chuckle, knowing full well he and Levi were really here to offset the badger. Elex’s brows furrowed and he let out a deep, irritated sigh before he shook his head.

“Fine, dont wanna move? Then I’LL move you my fucking self,” The badger stepped closer, and Remi stood up straighter, crossing his strong arms over his chest and smirking downward before letting in a deep inhale. “Dont….Dont you fucking do it,” the wolf could only grin larger despite the obvious tired look written behind his eyes.

Draeko, Sven and Levi all deeply invested in their searches for clues that they could not even spare a second to notice the ‘man off’ going on behind their backs.

“H-Hah!…” the wolf started, Elex took one step back, he winced but then took a deep breath, prepared himself mentally and shoved at the wolf to move him aside. “Oh-…Hell no,” Remi stumbled loosely to the side, truthfully not suspecting that the badger would grow a pair enough to stand up to him. He reached over, trying to grab the badger by the shirt but he was entirely too fast as he bobbed to the side.

“No! Just mOVE! Dude!” he argued as they did a sort of two step around each other, the badger quickly grabbing a painting off the wall to use as a shield while Remi finally blew his lid unable to contain the sneezes he was using as leverage.

“HNkt’KNXTuhh!! tch’ISSH! iH’tSSH!” the large man sprayed a cloud of salivic mist across the painted frame that was being held a good 6 inches from Elex’s body initially.

“This is my NIGHTMARE! Sveeeeeen!” he finally called out to his boyfriend, who gasped loudly as he turned around, the badger thinking finally he was going to be rescued.

“You found the first clue El! Great fucking work ! “ the spot to which the painting had once hung, was bare, but a single note in the middle of the empty space. The Cheshire snatches the piece of paper and covers his viewage of it. The badger practically turned into the saddest puddle in the world when his boyfriend walked right past him to immerse himself within the escape.

“Hey! Let us see!” Drae reached over to grab at the note the feline snatched it off the wall, but to no avail, completely unable to see what the clue was.

“NO! I dont have to for at least 5 minutes, Elex found it, thats the rules!” the green haired badger looked over at his boyfriend with a raised brow. Did his man just…whine? Like a child? Over rules? He shuddered. Everything about this was not right.

Sven huddled around Elex, both of them curious about the clue he had accidentally found. The cat held the note up, his eyes flicking over the contents. "This is a tough one," he said, shaking his head. "I don't know if I can see anything useful here…” It was just a bunch of lines in a strange pattern. What were they looking at? The badger knew he’d seen this before, somewhere in a codes book, he squinted and scanned it, suddenly feeling a harrowing feeling hover him.

Remi had been stood off to the side, but was becoming curious as he watched Drae and Levi who were desperately trying to peak around the two men. The wolf, still recovering from his sneezing fit, his nose red and raw, slowly approached the group, his open breathing mouth casting over the two as he towered them to read the note. Elex felt the entire world suddenly rattling around him as he felt the man, hosting his hot breath over them. “YO, dude can you, BACK the fuck up?” The badger immediately got defensive, backing a few inches away while the wolf could only snicker again, wetly, the sound of an inhaled and swallowed knot echoed around them. Elex’s lips pulled back in disgust. “GOD, You’re so fucking gross when you’re sick dude,”

“Yeah? Do someding aboud id,” the wolf flexes his chest as he stands firmly in his position, crossing his arms over himself and smirking with a cocky resolve.

"I’m going to-…” Elex begins to wind up his fist and Remi gets ready to respond appropriately, but the two of them are suddenly snapped out of it when the sound of Sven’s irritated voice cuts through them.

“Guys! Knock it off….here Remi, take it…shits useless,” The wolf goes to reach for the note but not before the badger quickly intercepts and snatches it from between them.

“It’s not useless, before Caveboy wonder here walked up to muck up my fuckin’ air …I know what it is…” he stepped away to stand on top of a chair he looked down and pointed at the ground. “There, it’s a super rough, detail-less pattern of the rug…snDff…” he sniffled, unexpectedly, unconsciously, at the end of his grand announcement, something, wasn’t right.

However as proud of the moment it was, immediately Draeko started clawing up the rug to find the next clue. The Cheshire looked over at his boyfriend with a look that almost made the green haired man want to let Remi just eat him. "My bad…” he said sheepishly before avoiding eye contact with his boyfriend who was now just trying to get over to the rug before Drae.

“This damn thing wont pull up!” The hybrid grunted struggling to lift the rug off the floor from any of the four corners, Sven, watching carefully to see what the loophole might be. Elex now climbing down from the chair he shook his head back and forth moving to approach the two before Remi side stepped him and blocked his path.

“Dude, move,” the wolf shook his head. “MOVE,” the duo color eyed man squinted at the miserable wall that was Remington Connors.

“Loog, normally, I lige you, ok, no hard feenings bro,” He paused before shrugging with certainty. “Buuuuuud…whadeber Lebi wands he geds so…" The green haired badger rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me? You can’t just allow me to play the game? Isnt that cheating? Two V One?” shaking his head, he could feel a slight tingle in the back of his throat, unbeknownst to him, the same tickle that was building every second within Remi.

“Yea bud…Lebi lowkey blows ad puddles,” he admitted of his little leopard before he hitched, his mouth falling open and before Elex could even step back, spewed outwardly in a loud, quick, spritzy series of sneezes. “ITSCCCCHH’ah!.. iH’tSSH!.. Hh’IISHH!” each one left him and greeted Elex, who practically went pale, his soul leaving his body as he felt each little droplet invading his skin.

“AAAHHHHHHH!!!” He cried dramatically, loudly, the whole room turned to look at him. “I want OUT! Let me OUT! Oh my god… that was so foul….WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” The badger turned to scratch at the walls, tearing paintings down, knocking over objects wrecklessly in a fit of panic and slight rage. “OUT!! I’m DONE! I do NOT want to be in here with him anymore, nOPE!!”

“Elex! Elex! ELEX!” Sven tried to call his panicking partner who was probably only envisioning his skin burning alive from the amount of sickly contact he’d had.

“No! Sven! I quit, this sucks, I don’t wanna fucking do this anymore,” the cat sighed with disappointment and nodded.

“Fine…Fine…you can leave, it’s fine…” but the badger looked up and he could see the heart break written all over the other man’s face.

“No…nevermind…it’s fine…Um…” he walked over, and leaned into his boyfriend’s ear to whisper. “Try pulling at the middle of the rug…” trying to give his partner the assurance that he was still in this. Sven smiled, only pulled up half his face but regardless, it was a smile. The cheshire walked over, plucked at the middle of the rug and a small square of it came up and a little key was hanging from the bottom of it.

“Holy shit!” the teal and orange haired man was actually stunned to see his boyfriend’s street smarts were still keeping them ahead of the game.

“Fucking A…we were so close,” Draeko sighed with slight irritation, Levi patting his friend’s shoulder to comfort him on their second L of the night.

“Okay bud, where doed thad gey eben go? SndFf'…” the wolf interjected, sliding his sleeve across his running, reddened nostrils. Elex grimaced.

"Ugh, okay there can’t be too many keyholes in this room right?" Elex replied, still bothered by the germy, contagious raven haired man, feeling his own immune system losing the battle against him.

"Well, it's a key...to where? Do we have any idea?" Levi asked as he examined the small key hanging from afar as Sven held it up.

"I don't know," the other cat admitted, "but we should probably start looking around…" He gazed about the room and amongst the many scattered objects on the ground, Sven having to manually turn and check, taking in the chaos caused by Elex's fit.

"Alright...let's move on, then," Draeko agreed, trying to control his frustration.

As they began searching the room for more clues, it didnt take long before Remi was back at it with following the badger around, hovering his every movement. “Look dude, if you’re gonna be on my dick, fine, but at least cover your fucking mouth….I’m already starting to feel light headed” he started to palm at his forehead, testing his temp. “I swear if you get me sick…”

“Heh, probably already are pal,” the wolf stated with another cocky grin plastered across his stupid, red and tear stained face. Levi looks over to see the two of them back at it, bickering over the fact that his boyfriend was pretty disgusting when he was sick. All according to plan. The leopard looked high and low but all three of them were falling short of finding anything that resembled a key hole.

Elex trying to look around the stupid wolf, immediately noticed something off about the wallpaper that was exposed in a spot one of the paintings had been hung up in, but couldn’t get himself to focus with Remi constantly stepping in front of him. “Okay dude seriously! Stop! You’re pissing me off,”

Elex growled, attempting to shove his way past the wolf, but Remi simply laughed and stepped back further, crossing his arms as he sneered. Elex took a deep breath, trying to calm himself and focus on the task at hand.

Sven, noticing Remi's irritating behavior, quickly stepped between them. "Look, this is straight up blocking, which is cheating, stop," he said, placating him with a stern glance. Remi snickered putting his hands up defensively now.

“My bad, my bad…snDddFf..” stepping to the side he snarfles loudly, his glowing gaze never leaving Elex as the badger cautiously walked past him now.

“Jesus…” Elex shook and then finally stepped close to the wall he had been trying to get a better look at. There was an obvious bump, like the wallpaper had been poorly placed over it. “This is weird…” he ran his flattened palm over it and then began to slowly peel the paper away. Levi stood up, taking notice now and watching along side Sven, Draeko deeply invested in the search still, he hadn’t even noticed the rest of them found a hint.

The badger carefully peeled away the wallpaper, revealing a hidden door behind it. "Babe, I think I found something," he said, excitement creeping into his silently whispering voice trying not to draw too much attention despite the fact Remi and Levi were watching. Well Remi actually had stopped watching to check his phone, he was more than bored being there.

Elex, Sven, and Levi quickly gathered around, staring at the door in disbelief. It was small, but they could all easily squeeze through and nondescript, blending seamlessly into the wall. "Well, let's see where this leads," Sven said unoptimistically, inserting the key into the lock. It clicked as he turned it. The door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit hallway with a faint flickering light at the end. "Well I mean…" the badger said, crawling inside the medium sized entrance that wound him up into a tall but cramped hall. There were large body sized mirrors that followed down. Elex took a deep breath but felt his anxiety creep in when he realized they would all be stuffed in this hall together with Remi.

As they ventured deeper into the mysterious corridor, Remi's lingering coughs began to echo through the narrow space, causing Levi to place a hand over his mask to double shield him from his boyfriend’s germs. Draeko and Sven shared a worried glance themselves but it was quickly melted and masked into that of competition again.

The hall seemed to never end, and the flickering light grew dimmer with each step. The group was getting increasingly claustrophobic, and the smell of Remi's sickness filled the air. Elex’s head felt hot, his throat feeling tighter than it had been and he was starting to sweat at each side of his temples. This wasn’t good. He needed to get through this puzzle, and lock himself in his room away from Sven if he could. “H’H…Hih…HHH…” they heard it from behind them as they squeezed through the hall.

“Please no…” the badger whimpered but not before long the horrendous sound of germs being displaced around them, they echoed in their ear drums and the badger could see the mess of salivic clouds misting painted reflections in the mirrored walls.

“iit”shHIEW! ihh-ih’TSSHHH!!” The other three men shuddered in disgust, covering their mouths and noses as Remi continued to hack and sputter. "We need to get out of here," El said, his voice cracking with panic.

Sven nodded, his face pale as he took a deep breath. "Quick, let's hurry…we’re getting closer to the light we just gotta keep going…” the cheshire managed to motivate the weary crew that continued to push through, but to their dismay, the light was nothing more than a mirror at the very end of the hall reflecting off the light above it. “So what it’s just a long hall of mirrors?” he asked with confusion.

“I guess so…SNdDf…” Elex sniffled, this time realizing it, and quickly snapping his hand over his face to hide it from the cat. “mMmhh…” he hummed as if he was deep in thought. Sven noticed the peculiar behavior but decided to pay more attention to this, apparent puzzle they were locked into.

“Okay, so maybe…one of these mirrors are the door?” Draeko and Levi looked at each other and immediately started peeling mirrors off the walls to check behind them. Quickly, Sven followed suit. “Come on babe! “ El was starting to feel worse for wear as he tried his best to keep it all under wraps, and at bay. It was seriously insane how fast Remi’s super germs spread through one’s immune system and just disables it.

As the group frantically searched through the hall of mirrors, Remi continued to sneeze and cough relentlessly, his horrible and contagious sounds “Hh’IISHH! -hd’ISCHhh!” echoing through the cramped space. Elex could feel himself growing weaker with each passing moment. Disgusting, defeated and downright disappointed. He took a deep breath and forced himself to focus, his eyes scanning the crowded reflections in search of a clue.

Suddenly, he spotted a slight distortion in one of the mirror surfaces. He pointed it out to his boyfriend silently by walking up to him and nudging the cheshire. They both approached the mirror quietly and they hesitantly began to pull, revealing a hidden door behind it. Sven immediately inserted the key into the lock and turned it, the door creaking open to reveal, the very large warehouse they had started in.

They reached the end. “Congratulations!” Sven threw a fist in the air and snickered throwing his index finger at his hybrid brother.

“In your face! We finished first!”

“Oh, actually, you guys are 4th place…but you made it out and thats always a reason to celebrate!” the crew cheered for them and both Sven and Draeko’s faces fell with defeat and disappointment. Elex shook his head and slapped a hand over his forehead.

“We were in competition with EVERYONE in the ware house??”

“Y-yes, that was explained in the sign up and rules section,” the man seemed confused as he looked at the frustrated green haired male. The badger could only shake his head back and forth.

Elex couldn't believe their luck - or lack thereof. Fourth place in a warehouse full of competitors was not the outcome they had hoped for. Deflated, he turned to the group of people he’d come with, who were also wearing expressions of disappointment. So he was basically going to spend the next few days in bed, deathly ill without 25k to smooth it over.

Sven let out a frustrated sigh and Draeko kicked at the ground, mumbling under his breath. "Well, at least we made it out," Levi said optimistically, trying to lift their spirits.

Drae nodded, forcing a small smile. "Yeah, you're right, We did make it out in the end." He glanced over at Remi, who was still coughing and sneezing uncontrollably. "But I think it was probably a mistake bringing Remi…I have a bad feeling we’re all gonna be worse for wear tomorrow," he said, concern evident in his voice.

Remi waved him off weakly. "I'b fide, you guys will be fide too, id’s judt a liddle cold," he rasped trying to clear his throat after the fact.

“Yeah well…this was a bust,” the badger grumbled, his fever starting to burn hotter, his body weaker by the minute as he tried his best to stay focused on getting back home and maybe locking himself up in the shower.

Remi, on the other hand, wasn't doing much better as he continued to sneeze and cough, his entire body wracked with chills and a throbbing headache, the cold he had caught threatening to take him down. “Huh’GDTS’ue! hdt’ishhhh!” the sound of his fit causing Elex to jump out of his skin.

“Alright guys, I’m gonna get him home and in bed….this was fun!” The leopard took his mate by the arm and began to lead him to the exit of the warehouse leaving the three left to stand in awkward silence. Sven avoiding Drae, Drae avoiding Sven, And Elex just desperately trying to swallow his symptoms of illness. He was sweating at a much more profuse rate now.

"Let's get out of here," Sven finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. Elex nodded, staying quiet knowing that is boyfriend was probably feeling extremely defeated after all that effort they just put into trying to win. Draeko didn’t say a word to either of them, simply dialed up his phone and called his demon for a ride. Elex definitely wanted to make sure he was gone before that asshole showed up.

They made their way out of the warehouse, the door creaking behind them as they emerged into the cold night air. The three stood in silence for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts. Elex clutched his chest, feeling the weight of Remi's germs bearing down on him with each crushing inhale.

Sven shook his head, a look of disappointment spreading across his face. "We should've never come here," he muttered to himself. "We should've known better than to trust that idiot to have given us all the information ahead of time,"

Draeko sighed, glancing over at his brother, shaking his head. “You know, Sven, I was almost actually starting to just enjoy spending time with you by the end of this…but you’re just so stuck on the past, it’s really a shame,” the hybrid furrowed his brows before ditching the two with their own thoughts. The badger dare not speak, knowing 7 was already feeling fragile enough.

As they walked away from the warehouse, the frosty air seemed to penetrate Elex's every pore, making him shiver involuntarily. His fever was raging now, and he could feel the cold settling deep within his bones, but he dare not pay it any mind as they made the trek to the car.

"I can't believe we actually went through with this and lost," The words escaped Sven's lips in a low, grumbling tone, barely above a whisper. His body posture slumped as he dragged his feet closer to the vehicle now.

Draeko's eyes clouded over, his thoughts drifting to the harsh words he'd spoken earlier. "Yeah, if they hadn’t been so focused on cheating we might have had a chance," he said after a moment, his voice low and tinged with annoyance.

For a moment, they fell into silence, each lost in their own thoughts about the night's events. Elex could feel his strength ebbing away, his body screaming out in protest as he struggled to keep his footing.

"Let's just go home," Sven said pressing the fob twice to unlock the car, they both slid inside, silently, they started the drive back home.

“Can I play some music?” Elex asked nervously, truthfully he couldnt stand the silence and he needed to drown out the possible noises of him struggling for his life on their way back.

Sven sighed heavily, glancing over at his boyfriend, who gave him a flushed, but innocent smile. He pressed a button on the stereo, and the familiar strains of their favorite band filled the car. For a moment, they let out a sigh of relief, lost in the music. But the awkwardness that haunted them was deafening, and Elex knew he couldn’t hold back his overbearing symptoms any longer. As the music played, and the cat white knuckled the wheel as they drove without a peep, the badger slunk in his seat and allowed his face to fall from the mask a bit. He felt like shit.

His head was on fire, his body felt cold, he was shivering and sweating at the same time, he very steathily, pulled a tissue from the side of the door. He then crumpled it into his sleeve and brought his hand up with the tissue hidden behind his sleeve, he sniffled gently into it. Softly rubbing, trying to relieve himself of the itch. Sven was lost in his own universe, unaware of his boyfriend’s suffering.

Meanwhile, the misery was slowly but surely getting the best of him, and yet he couldn't bear to disturb Sven, he knew that he would only feel worse on top of losing. He couldn’t also deal with the fact he’d forced his boyfriend into illness. The music filled the car with a melancholic melody that somehow seemed to comfort them in that moment.

As they drove through the empty streets, Elex's fever raged on, the cold that had settled deep within his system now spreading to his very core. The heat of the car seemed to only magnify the discomfort, and the pain in his head was becoming almost unbearable. He wriggled in his seat, desperately wanting to peel his shirt off or at the least blast the AC. He took a deep breath in before his nostrils flared, twitched and tickled. Immediately he shut his mouth, trying to hide any indications that he might just sneeze, his nostrils wet with anticipation.

With every mile that passed, Elex grew weaker, and the virus that threatened to consume him grew stronger. He clutched his chest, trying to hold himself together, his body wracked with chills that didn't seem to want to let up.

Fifteen minutes that felt like several days, finally they arrived home. The ill feeling badger pictured himself sprinting inside and locking himself in the bathroom and dying in the shower for a couple of hours until he felt well enough to emerge. Yet, he was unable to even move, it was starting to worry Sven as he saw Elex just laying there with his eyes closed, head slumped back and mouth gaping open. “Babe? You good? It’s time to go in….” asking cautiously.

Believe it or not, the green haired man was conscious he was just incredibly weakened by this point and his legs felt like jelly. He was also beyond drained from trying to pretend like he wasn’t knocking on death’s door. “Y-yeah..gimme a sec…I’ll meet you in there…just tired…” he cleared his throat trying to sound more convincing before he noticed his boyfriend nod, turn and give him his space.

“Holy fuck…finally..SNDFfdF..” he sniffled loudly, it filled the car with the wet sound as he brought a tissue to his persistently itching nose. He rubbed it so hard there was a rhythmic clicking sound that rang in his ears. “H-H…Hh’…” he struggled against the tissue. “H’uSSHHhhiew! h’USHhh’iew!” he suddenly burst from within, his tickling nostrils getting the better of him as he sprayed into the already pretty dampened mulch. “Gross…” he muttered weakly. It felt good at least to get that off his chest…it might have been just what he needed to get in the house, past Sven and into the bathroom.

He mustered up the last of his strength and pushed himself out of the car, stumbling slightly as he made his way towards the house. Each step felt like a monumental effort, but the thought of finally being able to rest in the warmth of their home drove him forward. The badger's pallor was ashen, his eyes heavy with fatigue. Without a word, he walked into the house, quickly, as much as he could, past his boyfriend that spun around to try and catch up, into the bathroom, locking the door shut and sliding down the door in agony. “Fuuuuuu…” he groaned stubbornly, he made it, but at what cost. His head was now spinning. “H-H…Ih…” he struggled against the quickly building sensations inside him.

“Els? You good in there?” He already knew the truth, it was obvious as night and day. Elex only ever rushed to the bathroom like this when he was ill, and trying to actively hide that from him. Idiot. Why did he ALWAYS go to the bathroom? He knocked gently. “Babe?”

“N-No I’m okay just go-gotta piss…” he lied through his teeth before the inevitable came barreling out through his mouth and into the quickly rising palms of his hands. “Heh’EhDTSHiEw! etUSCHOO!” it was like he had entered his own personal hell, he groaned weakly his hands wet of his sickness, and his nose starting to leak down his darkened skin.

Sven's heart clenched with worry as he heard his boyfriend struggle on the other side of the door. He knew Elex too well to believe the feeble excuse he had just given, and the sound of his sneezes only confirmed his suspicions. Without another word, Sven retrieved a spare key from its hiding place and swiftly unlocked the bathroom door. “h’UHtTSCHhiew! hh’ieXSSHH!” more distressing sounds of illness and ache echoed from behind the door, the green haired man falling further into his sickly resolve.

What Sven found inside once he ripped the door open, tore at his heart. Elex was hunched over in the corner closest to the door, pale and shivering, his face contorted in discomfort. The tissues in his hands were already soaked through, and his eyes reflected a mixture of pain and embarrassment.

Sven knelt beside him, placing a comforting hand on his back. "Elex, why didn't you tell me you were feeling this bad?" he asked softly, concern lacing his voice.

“I….didn’t want you to feel worse…after the loss,” he grumbled, avoiding eye contact like a small child that’d been caught in the cookie jar. The sick badger then managed a weak shrug in response, a fresh wave of static tingling over him. He felt utterly defeated, both by his illness and by his inability to hide it. Stupid. The cat's chest ached at the sight of Elex trying to bear the burden of his sickness alone, all for the sake of sparing him more grief. He gently took some tissues off the roll of paper and began to wipe at his hands and then handed him a warm washcloth, using it to dab away the sweat that dotted his feverish brow.

"You’re a pain in my ass you know that?" Sven chuckled jokingly, a mix of fondness and exasperation in his tone. "You don't have to go through this alone. We're a team, remember? I'm here for you, no matter what,” the man emphasized as he leaned closer to kiss the man on his clammy forehead.

Elex finally met Sven's gaze, seeing the genuine concern and love behind those serious orange orbs. A feeling of relief washed over him as he realized he didn't have to suffer in silence. With a shaky sigh, he leaned into Sven's touch, letting himself be comforted by the warmth of his presence.

As the Cheshire helped Elex to his feet and guided him to their bedroom, the badger felt an instant sense of relief, guilt and fondness wash over him. He couldn’t believe what a fuckin dick he was to this man sometimes, truly he didnt deserve him. "I can sleep on the couch if you prefer babe…I dont want you to have to be put ou-..H-Hh’uhSSCHHIHHww!” out shooting another one but the delinquent was quick enough to aim into the crook of his elbow.

Come on you, just get into bed don’t worry about me,” he shook his head at his ailing mate, all he could really think about was getting him rest. Elex sniffled loudly trying to wobble his way to their shared bed and slide inside but was stopped by the cheshire who let out a harmless chuckle. “Babe, you’re still wearing your clothes,”

“Oh…righd…sNdnfF..” he grumbled and groaned the whole way through trying to undress himself before 7 had to step in.

“I’ll do it babe, it’s fine,” taking over as he helped Elex out of his clothes and into a fresh pair of pajamas. The badger let out a soft sigh of relief as he finally settled under the warm covers, feeling a sense of comfort wash over him. Sven tucked him in gently, making sure he was comfortable before climbing into bed beside him.

As Elex lay there, his body still trembling with fever, he couldn't help but feel grateful for Sven's unwavering support. Despite his stubbornness and attempts to push him away, Sven had never wavered in his care and love for him in the last decade of being together. Though his reflections were short lived when he felt a down pour of trickling madness. His nose was on fire, his throat was demanding and it was going to come out again. That same, messy, loud, affliction. “Hh’UmfsHhhiew! h’UsHh’iew!” it was almost like he couldn’t catch a break but the cat handed him a tissue and he smiled weakly. "I love you…" Elex mumbled hoarsely, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sven's response was immediate, his hand reaching out to caress Elex's cheek tenderly after the man had taken the soft material. "I love you too, you stubborn fuck," he replied with a soft chuckle. The green and brown eyed man squinting with distrust now but still cracking a side smile.

“You’re not wro..h-.UShh’iew!” he released into the pit under his blanket, more so into the fabric than not, or else he put himself at the risk of getting his chest wet with sick. He shuddered and Sven leaned in closer to the other, wrapping his arms tightly around the slightly taller green haired grump.

“Bless you, my little earth pig,” immediately Elex rolled his eyes into the back of his skull.

“Stooooobbb I hade when you call me dhad,” Sven couldn't help but chuckle at Elex's grumpy response, finding solace in the fact that even when he was feeling at his worst, his partner still had enough spirit to protest endearingly.

"Alright, alright, no 'earth pig' then," he conceded with a smile, pressing a gentle kiss to Elex's forehead. The badger let out a tired huff of contentment at the affectionate gesture, his eyes fluttering shut as he leaned into Sven's embrace.

In the comfort of their shared bed, surrounded by warmth and love, Elex finally allowed himself to relax. The weight of his illness seemed a little lighter with Sven by his side, offering unwavering support and care. As sleep began to tug at his consciousness, he whispered softly, "Thank you for taking care of me."

Sven held him closer, feeling a surge of tenderness for the stubborn badger who had captured his heart so completely. "Always,” and the two found themselves closing their eyes, and drifting to sleep.

The End

Author’s Notes: I had so much fun with the dialogue in this!!!!! But I really truly hate myself for choosing escape room because A: I’ve never done one B: I put forth no energy to research them either and just hit a road block for two weeks instead 😭🥲 Which is another reason there’s no smut cause I just really wanted to be done 😂 I hope this was at least enjoyable!!! I’ll do better with the next Svelex rqst I promise 😂

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thekinkyleopard · 20 days

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Not even sure if this will post, but I got a little too self indulgent on main……

@thekinkyleopard owns Levi as always 🩶🩶

Here, lemme set the scene for you……

I imagine the boys got into a friendly debate about something, and decided to bet on it, with the loser having to agree to a punishment of the winners choosing. Maybe Remi was a dick about something and Levi knew, if he was right and won the bet, he had to make Remi’s punishment something that would actually suck for him, and when he does win the bet, he tells Remi that his punishment is no sex for 2 weeks.

Geezus, did that punishment hurt Remi. But what Levi didn’t account for was his own needs……….

Then 3 days before the 2 week bet was over, Levi is feeling absolutely DEPRAVED…… but by this time, of course, Remi is sick like usual………

So when Levi comes home at 7 am from a boys night with Drae to let off steam that turned into an all night booze cruise and he’s still drunk as all fuck, he’s more than surprised to find Remi awake when he gets there………

Needless to say, Remi didn’t make it the whole 2 weeks without getting some… (;

#geezieart #snz ocs #remington connors #levi anderson #remixlevi #snzblr #snzfucker #snezblr #snz #snz kink

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thekinkyleopard · 23 days

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Lazy Kez update

Im working on the Svelex fic I swear it should be out next week the latest 😥😰

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thekinkyleopard · 28 days

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I FUCKING LOVE THEm

After 2 days of working on this comic, I finally finished it

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Onyx belongs to @thekinkyleopard 🩶

#geezieart #geeziecomic #snz ocs #zeroh osiris #onyx mintz #zer0nyx #snzblr #snzfucker #snezblr #snz

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thekinkyleopard · 1 month

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By Moonlight

A Zer0nyx Canon Snz Fic

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Snz Fic, Romantic Smut, Fluff, Angst

Description: Zeroh comes back from a particularly heavy crossing and just wants to be seen for once. Amara hints at the reaper, he may not be alone. But with his photic allergies, will it ruin the mood, or lighten it?

Author’s Notes: Needed to poop something new out for these fucking CUTIES!!!! Hope you all enjoy <3 @aller-geez owns Zeroh, Amara and did the art!

Zeroh wandered back into the cemetery that doubled as a work space and home, feeling heavier than usual. Being a Reaper, definitely had it’s downsides, and often left him feeling more hollow than when he left.

Amara sensed Zeroh's heavy heart the moment he stepped into the cemetery, her shiny ghostly black feathers ruffling in concern. She perched on a weathered headstone, tilting her head as she watched him with beady white eyes. Popping in between each stone he passed by to keep with the reaper’s stride. Zeroh moved slowly among the tombstones, his steps heavy with the weight of the recent crossing he had assisted over the veil. The image of the young man’s face haunted him, so full of innocence and light extinguished far too soon. He had sacrificed himself for a lover. A lover. Something he knew the pain of losing but could barely remember the happiness of having.

As he reached a secluded corner of the cemetery where an ancient weeping willow stood guard over forgotten graves, Zeroh sank to his knees. He let himself metaphorically melt into the softened grass that had overgrown the many flattened and forgetten stones of the very distant past. “What am I to do, Miss Lady? How might I carry the weight of all this grief, and still…move forward?” he sighed, the sound escaped his lips in a long, drawn-out exhale, the sound of defeat and weariness. The rustling of leaves in the ancient willow tree seemed to echo his sigh, a melancholy harmony. The crow, warping between the seen and unknown veils finally finding a comfortable space upon his shoulder. She cawed gently, pressing her body suggestively into his neck, earning an eyeroll for a response. “That seems like a lot to press upon the poor spirit, does it not?”

The bird fluffed, and cawed. Bossy little thing. He sighed with frustration, absentmindedly drawing an endless circle in the dirt of the grounds. “Impossible, we hardly speak, I can’t imagine they’d want anything to do with me and my woes, don’t be ridiculous,” scoffing at the insistent creature. Amara’s shadow grew in size and then dramatically exploded into many smaller shadows that melded into the grass around him. “My goodness with the theatrics tonight,” O shook his head with an amused chuckle escaping his lips. “And what if you’re wrong? Hm? Would the possible rejection be worth the risk? I should just keep it all to myself…what would you know hm?” furrowing his eyebrows and sticking his tongue out at her.

The bird paused, and looked at Zeroh that almost mimicked the exact expression of “You have got to be kidding me, right?”

“Im not kidding! And you shouldnt be either…expressing myself isn’t easy, you know this Miss lady,” crossing his arms over his chest and staring at her knowingly. She shrugged her little bird shoulders poofing away and then back again in the tree above him, her shape taking form of the small ghost that was the topic of conversation causing the reaper to quickly look away, if a blush could spread across his face, it would have. “Regardless!…how do you know I’m not opening myself up to being completely humiliated?” the bird rolled her glowing solid white orbs, clearly there was something she knew that was unbeknownst to the Reaper, and would remain so should he chicken out.

Zeroh leaned indecisively against the trunk of the tree. The willow seemed to sway gently in the night breeze, as if whispering secrets to the shadows that danced around the Reaper. He let out a heavy sigh, his thoughts swirling with doubt and vulnerability. The ghostly figure of Amara perched on a branch above him, her eyes fixed on him with a mixture of impatience and understanding. She let out a soft caw, and quickly disappeared again, only to reappear in a cloud of vapor around him, pushing into his side. It was almost as if she was directing him, shoveling him into the right decision. “Alright! Alright…” he put up his hands defensively as he refused to fight against her. “I’ll go…I’ll, try…” he sighs nervously.

O took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversations that would possibly lay ahead. With a newfound resolve, he stood up straight and brushed off his dark cloak, his eyes focused on the distant horizon where the boundary between the living world and the realm of the dead blurred. Amara's ghostly form flitted around him in a dance of encouragement, her presence a comforting reminder that he was not alone in his struggles.

As he made his way through the cemetery and into the night, Zeroh felt a sense of purpose rekindle within him. The weight of grief still lingered, but now there was a glimmer of hope shining through the darkness. With each step he took towards the unknown, he felt a renewed strength building within him, fueled by the support of an unlikely companion. “You’re certain this is a good choice to make?” He spoke to the raven that flittered in and out of the veil between Zeroh’s steps closer to the part of the graveyard he knew Onyx would be attending. She cawed in response, strongly and certainly, the reaper could only groan with anxiety. As they closed in, spotting the apparition placing bouquets of flowers at empty gravestones, Amara vanished, allowing Zeroh to take the next few steps ahead, on his own.

“H-…” he cleared his throat. “Hey, Yixxy…how’s it…tonight?” What even are words? The reaper thought to himself already feeling the intense urge to run away and avoid this conversation at all costs, but in the distance of his peripheral vision, he could see a set of ominously glowing, round orbs, glaring at him. Watching him. He knew there was no avoiding at least, hanging out with the spiritual. The smaller in stature, quickly turned around, spooked as they jumped out their skin.

“OH! Zeroh!” they gasped grasping at their chest “I- I didn’t hear you come over!” Onyx stuttered, nearly dropping the bouquet they were holding. Their normally shadowy face seemed to flush with a faint hue of color, giving their ghostly features an almost lifelike appearance in the muted moonlight.

Zeroh couldn’t help but chuckle softly at the spiritual’s sudden surprise, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I apologize for startling you,” he began, his voice gentle and reassuring. “I hope I’m not intruding. I see you’re paying your respects,”

Onyx nodded slowly, their glowing eyes flickering with a mixture of emotions. “Yes, just… making sure everyone has a little something,” they replied softly, their voice carrying a wistful tone. “It’s comforting in a way, being here to make sure no one goes forgotten,” the little ghost had taken it upon themselves to make sure that old, forgotten, and long abandoned graves were balanced out from the graves that simply had too many. There had been some complaints but, since there was no one living to blame, there was no solutions to be had.

Zeroh nodded in understanding, his own gaze drifting to the gravestones surrounding them. The cemetery felt peaceful and eerie at the same time, the air growing stale between them. Onyx tilted their head ever so slightly before their voice broke the silence. “Was there something you wanted to say, O?” It wasnt too often they found themselves in conversation, a lot of the moments between them were silent passings through the yard, or quietly tending the stones together. Neither of them having the nerve to open up.

Earnestly, Onyx admired the Reaper, being able to be the helping hand that escorts the living into the realm of the dead. The ghost thought of him as some what of a hero, not only for that but for the kindness of allowing him to come along with him. He was so sure of himself, knew his place, his role, and was an absolutely unreplaceable source in this universe. Nothing like themselves who could hardly decide what to wear half the time. The two of them stood awkwardly, silently, Zeroh trying to muster up the courage to say something, anything. Onyx wondering if maybe, they overstepped. The overthinking was overwhelming between them both and the only thing that could break them out was the sound of an exasperated and irritated “CAW!!!” In the distance, Zeroh cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck.

“I…was wondering….” the feeling of wanting to bail growing within the ethereal almost consumed him, but his white eyes flashed back over to the flaring bird, and realized he would much rather not face her wrath. “If you wanted to walk with me? I…had a rough day and,” this time Zeroh looked down, his eyebrows furrowed slightly and then he took a deep breath, exhaled and finished his thought. “Could use the company…” he finally looked back up, a few short inches, and met the look of a very intrigued little spirit.

Onyx's eyes softened at Zeroh's hesitant request, a flicker of understanding passing between them. They nodded slowly, a small smile tugging at the corners of their translucent lips. "Of course, Z. I'd be more than happy to accompany you," they replied, their voice echoing softly in the quiet night air. The Reaper softened. Almost like a very lightweight had been lifted.

As they began to walk together through the cemetery, the atmosphere seemed to shift around them. The shadows cast by the slowly illuminating moonlight appeared less menacing, and a gentle breeze carried the scent of fresh blooms from the many assorted flowers growing and presented within the graveyard. Amara, flew overhead silently back and forth between the veil, her wings beating rhythmically but still quietly as she followed them through the maze of headstones and monuments.

Zeroh felt a sense of peace settle over him as he walked side by side with Onyx, the weight of his sorrow easing with each step. “So…what’s on your shoulders?” Yix asked him, suddenly taking the reaper off guard from the once silent night they were sharing.

“On my shoulders?” He asked quizzically, looking over at the other’s almost absent gaze.

“You slump…every time you return from a particularly heavy crossing…your shoulders, they slump, and I can tell you’re carrying a weight that once wasn’t there,” Zeroh’s eyes almost widened, and this action caused the little spirit to suddenly look away, a flush would be presented across their face, should they have had any blood to produce such. The Reaper was just shocked. To be seen. To be known so intimately, without so much of a word needing to be said? It was almost remarkable. He snorted, almost solemnly through his nostrils.

“That obvious then, hm?” two sets of pale colored eyes met, in a moment of sincerity they both stopped walking, and just stood there for a moment. Eventually, Yix nodded in agreement, their expression soft and understanding.

"It's not just your shoulders that carry the weight, Zeroh. It's in your eyes, in the way you move through the world. I may not know the full extent of your burdens, but I can see that…they are heavy," Their words hung between them in the cool night air, a quiet acknowledgment of the reaper's struggles.

Zeroh was silent for a passing second, his feet sturdy and deliberate as he processed Yix's observation. "I... I appreciate your insight," he finally murmured, his voice tinged with a mix of gratitude and vulnerability. "It's been a long time since someone has truly seen me…well besides Amara but, there once was another that did…” he smiled gently looking up to see the moon peaking suspiciously behind the trees, he felt a slight tingle behind his sinuses, but took a deep breath in and looked back over at Onyx. Who was looking at him in an almost observant type of way, there was a tension between them neither could place.

Ony smiled sympathetically, finally finding the words to address the delicate topic at hand. It was clear that the Reaper was still deeply affected by it. "Whoever they were, they must have been incredibly special," they said softly, trying to provide comfort in their tone.

Zeroh's smile faltered slightly at the mention of ‘special’, not to the fault of the spirit, but O thought way more of his past lover as far superior to ‘special’. A flicker of pain crossing his face before he quickly masked it. He nodded, his gaze drifting towards a distant headstone as memories threatened to resurface. "Yes, they were...special indeed," he replied quietly, his voice filled with a mix of nostalgia and sorrow. Onyx could sense the weight of unspoken emotions hanging in the air between them, an invisible barrier that kept Zeroh guarded despite their growing closeness.

He looked away, the silence between them stagnant and almost slightly awkward, neither knowing how to proceed. Amara appeared off in the visage of Z’s viewing vicinity, and she gave him a look, a knowing look, one Zeroh couldn’t mistake for any other. He knew what she was telling him, and it was to be vulnerable, to open up again, but what if he couldnt? What if it was too late for any of that, and his only chance of it was turned to dust many years previously? Not to mention how presumptuous of him to assume this young soul would want or need anything from him. He was spiraling, his mind swirling in a thousand and one different ways and the bird could see it from a million miles away.

But before Zeroh could retreat further into his thoughts, Onyx reached out a hand and gently placed it on the reaper's shoulder, which shocked him, he hadnt been touched in so long. Yet the gesture was still somehow comforting and grounded him in the present moment. Their touch was surprisingly comforting, sending a shiver down his long form. "Zeroh, you don't have to carry your burdens alone," the spirit spoke softly, their voice filled with empathy. "Sometimes sharing the weight can make it lighter,"

Zeroh met Onyx's gaze, his eyes searching for any signs of insincerity but finding only genuine care reflected back at him. The reaper felt a knot loosen in his chest, a sense of relief washing over him at the thought of not having to bear everything by himself, and that maybe there was something, safe, here.

"I... I suppose I could try," Zeroh whispered, his voice barely audible in the stillness of the night. "It's been so long since I've let anyone in…his name was Sebastian…and I dont think I’ve said his name in…half a decade,” he scoffed, feeling guilty in the most strange way. They each took a seat upon a nearby fallen tree, one that had been neglected to be removed but wasnt causing any issues rotting across graves, so Zeroh felt no need to remove it. Instead they both took a seat under the slow raising moonlight, as the light started to glow brighter, it reflected off the water, right into Z’s sensitive eyes. He shook his head, he exhaled sharply through his nostrils and hovered a gloved hand over his eyes to shield himself. Clearing his throat and trying to shove the strange sensitive sensations that momentarily shook him.

“Anyways…it was a long time ago...I fell…for someone, and his name was Sebastian,” he paused trying his best to not let the brightening light slowly creeping in, ruin the vulnerability of this moment. “He was, so kind, and fun…he made everything seem so much easier than it was…” his face turned up into a softened smile, one that only spread half way across his lips. Onyx listened intently as Zeroh spoke of the man, the name lingering in the air like a bittersweet melody. They could feel the weight of nostalgia and longing in Z's words, the ache of old wounds reopening in the quiet of the night. The reaper's vulnerability touched something deep within Onyx's ethereal core, stirring memories long forgotten in the shadowed corners of their consciousness.

As Zeroh's voice trailed off, lost in the echoes of memory, a soft sigh escaped Onyx's lips. They reached out a hand to gently grasp Zeroh's, offering silent support and understanding. "Sebastian must have meant a great deal to you," the spirit murmured, their tone soft and never losing its kindness. O nodded solemnly in response, looking over at the many graves around them, mindlessly scanning the words but paying no real mind to the context of them.

"He certainly meant more than a great deal...he was my light in the darkness, my anchor when I needed stability…in the strangest ways..” he hesitated, his throat already begging to swallow the words he wished so badly to speak. In the distance again, above him this time, within the trees, the glowing, menacing set of eyes that threatened him in the darkness. That insistent bird…he cursed her for her bossy nature, but he knew she was right, he could use another being like Onyx around, to confide in, to, seek companionship with. “I feel, so closely to you..in the uhm,” he cleared his throat. “Same, manner of way…you’re soothing…and I…” he looked down at their hands, inches apart, so carelessly rested on the wood. “Really, rather enjoy…your uhm…” now finding the courage to look up, they met eyes, Onyx felt like they were holding in the longest breath of air, not that, breathing was terribly necessary. “Company…your presence…the things you say…you’re,” taking a deep, nervous lungful of air in and letting it out loudly. he nodded. “Incredible,” finishing the final sentence to his long drawn out thought.

To his amazement, Onyx sat the whole way through and not once lost their patience nor did their eyes glaze over in boredom. This was going surprisingly well for him, if he had to have a say.

“Wow..I’m…honored, to hold such a valuable space, Zeroh, I’m..” finding themselves at an almost true loss for words. “Immensely grateful…for you…and Amara, and everything…you, have no idea, what you’ve done for me,” They each felt a slight flutter within the pit of their stomachs, something awakening inside them that neither of them had a clue what to do with. O knowing the feeling, but too terrified to really touch it. Or Onyx. “You are…incredibly special, Zeroh,”

The Reaper’s blackened heart swelled at the words spoken by the other so freely, feeling a warmth he had almost forgotten existed for so long. The weight of his past seemed to momentarily lift as he gazed into Onyx's eyes, seeing a reflection of compassion and acceptance that he had been yearning for. A sense of connection blossomed between them, fragile yet profound in its sincerity. As the moonlight bathed them in its gentle glow, O found himself lowering his hand to reach out, but only to pull his fingers back into his own lap, Yixxy noticed, but stayed quiet.

"I... I never thought I would find someone who could understand me like you do, Onyx," Zeroh confessed, his voice steady yet filled with sensitivity. "Your presence brings me a kind of peace I thought was lost to me forever,” He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing, "I want to thank you for being here with me, for listening and caring in a way that no one else has…I feel, lighter, somehow,” he laughed, silently, through his nostrils but found himself sniffling quickly after, shaking his head gently. The emanating light starting to wear him down thin. His throat was itching and the canal of his nose was swelling slowly, eyes watering as he pushed up a hand to wipe the collective black liquid from his ducts. “Sorry…the moon is bright tonight…” he confessed as he fought his oncoming symptoms.

Onyx's ethereal form seemed to shimmer with a newfound light that was beaming from inside him. This being, this, Reaper, was grateful for them? They hadn’t had someone grateful for them, in, centuries. Ony smiled. They reached up a gentle, delicate hand and as it went from transparent to solid, slowly, they placed it under Zeroh’s eyes, using the pad of their thumb to wipe an escaped tear. “You truly are remarkable…” Their response was a gentle whisper, filled with warmth and sincerity. It was all they could manage to utter, their voice carrying a soothing tone that enveloped him like a warm hug.

Despite Zeroh being well aware of Onyx's current state, he couldn't help but gasp and feel a jolt run through his body when the ghost placed their hand on his face. He froze, his expression filled with worry as he scanned Onyx for any signs of pain or uncertainty. Yet, they were still there, smiling at him without a doubt. Letting out a sigh of relief, Zeroh reached up to place his hand on top of theirs. They locked eyes before the Reaper finally spoke up again. "I- I really want to kiss you," he started, but then quickly looked away, afraid of what he might see in Onyx's eyes. "But I'm scared,”

Onyx felt a wave of emotions crash over them at Zeroh's confession. The vulnerability and rawness in his voice tugged at their very essence, stirring feelings they had long forgotten. As Zeroh hesitated, Onyx reached up to gently cup his cheek, their touch cool yet comforting against his lonely skin.

"You don't have to be afraid," they whispered softly, their eyes filled with understanding and a glimmer of something more. "I feel it too...the connection…" Onyx leaned in closer, almost purely off instinct, their breath mingling with his as they closed the gap between them, pressing their lips against his in a tender kiss.

Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in the moment, a rush of feelings swirling within them both. It was a kiss filled with unspoken words and shared longing, a bridge between two souls reaching out for solace and understanding. And as they pulled away, Zeroh felt a warmth spreading through him, a sense of peace and belonging he hadn't felt in ages. Onyx's presence enveloped him in a comforting embrace, the weight of his pain momentarily lifted by the connection they shared.

As they gazed into each other's eyes, Zeroh felt a flicker of hope ignite within him, a light in the darkness that he thought had long been snuffed.

"I... I don't know what to say," the Reaper murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he searched Onyx's eyes for reassurance. The ghostly figure before him emanated a sense of calm and acceptance that washed over him like a soothing balm.

They smiled softly, their eyes reflecting understanding and warmth. "You don't have to say anything," they replied kindly, their hand falling off Zeroh's cheek, only to lay carefully on the ethereal’s hand that was located upon his knee. "Just know that you're not alone in this journey, not anymore,” there were no more words that could be spoken between the two as they just stared at each other in awe, but slowly the light grew brighter, the urges within O were growing impossible to ignore, and he chuffed unexpectedly.

A sense of urgency gripped Zeroh as he felt the familiar tingling in his skin, a warning sign that the moonlight was becoming too intense for his photic allergies to handle. Panic surged through him as he tried to preserve this precious moment with Onyx, to bask in their connection a little longer. But the bright light of the moon crept closer, casting its silvery glow around them, threatening to shatter the fragile peace they had found.

Onyx sensed Zeroh's distress and their smile faltered, replaced by a look of concern. They could see the telltale signs of his struggle against the moonlight, the way his skin prickled and his breath quickened. Unsure of what to do, the ghost just simply sat there, he’d seen this a few times but, every time those..sounds escaped O, the spirit would find themselves retreating. Completely and utterly embarrassed by their body’s natural reaction to it. However, if he ran now, he risked insulting the Reaper or worse, hurting his feelings in the manner of a wrong assumption. They each were in a pickle of sorts.

Zeroh could feel the tension in the air, the impending danger of his condition flaring up. Despite his internal struggle, he couldn't bear to see Onyx's expression shift from gentle understanding to worry. The Reaper knew it was too late to escape it, and they’d both just have to get through it. “I think….” he snorted, trying to desperately push the feeling out of his face, but to no avail. “I’m gonna sneeze…” it came out in a gasp, the moonlight now shining down on him with full force. The feeling crawled down his nose like tv static, or a fizzy drink, and it exploded through his chest. “Huh’…HH’aHTCHh’iew!” into the crook of his elbow, trying to avoid a mess across his new found, crush? Despite having shared an intimate moment, the reaper certainly wasnt concerned with labels as his face felt like it was tingling relentlessly.

Onyx on the other hand, was stone cold solid, eyes widened almost like a deer caught in a set of headlights. If they could blush, they would be, brightly, across every surface of their skin he took a deep, slow, exhale out, sucking their lower lip in between two clenching rows of teeth. ‘What the hell is wrong with me ?’ they thought almost worriedly to themselves as their whole body felt like it was suddenly, hot.

It was in that moment, as Zeroh fought against the uncontrollable urge to sneeze under the moonlight, that Onyx felt a shift within themselves. The sight of Zeroh's struggle sparked something deep inside them, igniting a fire that they had never experienced before. As Onyx watched the Reaper battle his senses, a strange fluttering sensation stirred in their chest, sending shivers down their spine. “Heh’TSSCHT! Huh’TSSSCH!” two more he was regrettably unable to stop as a fine mist spread across his arm.

The light from the moon seemed to caress Zeroh's features, highlighting the delicate lines of his face, the tear stains on his cheeks, the redness in his nose as he wiped, and the vulnerability in his eyes. Onyx couldn't tear their gaze away, captivated by the rawness of the moment and the intimacy that hung between them like a veil.

With each gasp and hitch in Zeroh's breath, Onyx felt their own pulse quicken in response. The heat that had been building within them now roared to life, consuming their senses with a newfound desire that left them reeling. Onyx cleared their throat. “A-Are you okay? Do you uh…do you…shit,” they lost their train of thought. O looking over at the spirit with confusion behind his own gaze. What was this? The little ghost was never this flustered.

“I’b…I..hh—HUH’AHTSSCHHHh’iew!….fibe…” trying to play it off he huffed almost with frustration at himself, ruining a perfectly romantic evening with his stupid allergies, he turned away. “I'b so soddy…” shaking his head back and forth. “SndFf…” trying so hard to keep himself cleared of any further mess. Black ooze slowly dripping out from his nostrils as he kept wiping it away.

“N-No! D-Don’t be sorry it’s uhm…really,” Onyx’s hands were practically shaking, knees buckling under the weight of sudden arousal. “It’s fine,” clearing their own throat awkwardly, the reaper couldn’t help but notice how, squirrely, the other suddenly became and stepped closer to the apparition.

“Are you alrighd? You seem…upsed,” the stuffed up way that the reaper responded was only adding to Ony’s discomfort, he was so attractive it almost made them crazy, they took in a deep breath and tried to be honest, like the other had been so graciously.

“I’m not..I’m not sure it’s just,” looking away they absentmindedly started twirling a lock of their hair, nervous. “The way that sounded…it’s almost as if..…I enjoy it, like, more than I should..” the spirit’s voice was almost an embarrassed mumble. Completely and totally thrown off by the way they felt in regards to their companion’s allergy afflictions.

As Onyx confessed their unexpected situation, Zeroh turned back to face them, his own confusion mirroring the ghost's turmoil. The air between them crackled with unuttered words and untouched emotions, each trying to make sense of the tangled mess that had woven itself between their souls. Zeroh took a hesitant step forward, closing the distance between them until they were mere inches apart.

His heart pounded in his chest as he reached out a trembling hand to cup Onyx's cheek, his touch feather-light against their ethereal skin. "Can I help, somehow?" he asked tenderly, his voice barely audible in the still night air.

Onyx's eyes widened in surprise, the flickering moonlight casting shadows across their face as they processed Zeroh's confession. A myriad of emotions played across their features - uncertainty, longing, and a spark of something more sultry. Yix took a deep breath and shrugged, attempting to look away again before getting lost in the trance of the other being’s lips that were so close. “I-I’m not sure…”

“Would you like me to do it again…?” O asked curiously, tilting the other’s gaze back up to his own with a thin, long index finger.

The ghost felt a rush of conflicting emotions - desire mingled with uncertainty, curiosity twined with fear. As they met Zeroh's gaze, a silent understanding passed between them, a connection stronger than any words could convey.

With a shaky exhale, Onyx found themselves leaning into Zeroh's touch, the sensation sending shivers down their spine. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as they inched closer together, drawn by an invisible thread of fate that bound their souls as one.

Zeroh's eyes held a mixture of tenderness and longing as he leaned in slowly, his breath mingling with Onyx's in the space between them. Their lips brushed together in a tentative kiss, soft and hesitant yet filled with passion still, though, far too short. O pulled away and smiled sweetly. “Well?”

Onyx felt nothing short of dizzy as their lips separated once again, such gentle, tender and yet romantic gestures, so simple, that almost made the ghost feel like they’d crossed over. Shyly, with a bite of their lip they nodded gently, matching the curious, yet heated gaze of the other’s.

Zeroh smirked, nodding in response before standing up straight again, and looking now directly into the moonlight. “Okay…Here we go…” he almost felt rather silly, what if this wasn’t actually what caused the little ghost to be excited? What if he was humiliating himself? He shook it off, unable to really pay focus to the thought as the moon shining into his direct irises was making them water, and itch.

The Reaper hitched, his whole body tensing as he struggled against the bright light that shone in front of him. His jaw opened slightly, as a tickle began to overwhelm him. "H-HH..." he sputtered, trying to contain himself. But the sensation was too strong, and soon he was fighting against it with all his might. "HH'TTSSChh'uu! hh-TSSCCHHHIEW!" The sneezes came out forcefully and without warning, like a cannonball being fired from its barrel. The sound echoed through the air, leaving behind a faint ring that seemed to linger for just a moment longer.

Onyx watched with a mix of awe and desire as Zeroh succumbed to another powerful fit under the moonlit sky. The ghost felt a surge of heat rush through them, specifically to their loins, a particular feeling they were definitely not used to. Their ethereal form tingling with anticipation at the sight before them. While Zeroh recovered from his sneezing, sniffling and rubbing at his nose to clear himself of any blackened mess, he turned to Onyx with a sheepish smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Did you uh…did you enjoy that?" Zeroh asked, nervously, tucking a loose strand of white hair behind his ear, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and uncertainty.

Onyx couldn't help but be drawn in by the Reaper's charm, their heart fluttering in their chest as they gazed into his warm eyes. "I uh….," Onyx clears their throat, nodding and smiling softly, “I very much did…a lot actually��something about the crinkle of your nose and the desperation behind each gasp..” almost a bit too descript with a hint of longing in their tone.

The tension between them crackled like electricity in the air, the unspoken words hanging between them like a delicate thread waiting to be pulled taut. Zeroh took another step closer to Onyx, closing the gap between them yet again. “So then…SnDfF..would you like to…retire…? There’s a nearby mausoleum we could, disappear too…yet to be occupied by any deceased,” The Reaper made it sound more like a sales pitch than a romantic night in.

Onyx's breath hitched at Zeroh's suggestive words, their cheeks flushing a faint shade of blue as desire pooled in their core, it was rather uncomfortable for someone who hadn’t really ever felt sexual attraction before, or ever. Yet, the ghost nodded eagerly, their translucent form shimmering with anticipation. Without another word, they took Zeroh's hand in theirs, the touch sending a jolt of electricity through both of them.

Together, they vanished into the night, their forms merging seamlessly as they made their way to the abandoned mausoleum. The air crackled with a newfound energy, charged with the unspoken certainty that hung between them like a veil of silk.

As they stepped into the dimly lit chamber of the mausoleum, Onyx turned to face Zeroh, their eyes alight with hunger and longing. They hopped up onto the empty coffin that was there in display, spreading their legs just gently to welcome Zeroh’s form. “Cozy,” they giggled shyly, and the reaper couldn’t help but return with a tender smile. “You know…” as O stepped closer, limiting the space between the two as he got comfortable between the other’s knees, gently he set his palms on each of the apparition’s thighs, a softened grip. “I have never, desired to be touched…and for the first time, I do..and it’s when I’m dead…” laughing, they shook their head, pale locks moving in slow wisps, “how lucky that I seemed to be shacking up with the one…being, that probably can, actually…touch me,” O chuckled at this, nodding his head in agreement before parting his lips to speak, fingers gripping tightly to the spirit’s thighs for emphasis.

“You’re not wrong…I do have that fairly helpful gift…” his response was breathy, almost like he was holding back something himself. Onyx reached down and began to slowly strip the Reaper of their protective gloves, he pulled his hands back and looked at the ghost almost in shock.

“You don’t need them…let me feel your hands on me…” Onyx was gentle in their disposition, returning back to grip the gloves at their hems as O settled them back down in between them, and trusted the little apparition instead of allowing fear to drive him.

The reaper’s hands trembled slightly as he allowed Onyx to remove his gloves, revealing blackened, slender fingers that looked almost fragile in the dim light of the mausoleum. A myriad of emotions flickered through his eyes - vulnerability, desire, fear. He hesitated for a moment before tentatively reaching out to touch Onyx's ethereal form, experimentally running them up the hem of the ghost’s sweater. His fingertips grazing their translucent skin with a feather-light touch.

A gasp escaped Onyx's lips at the sensation of Zeroh's touch was suddenly against their cool, incorporeal form. Amazed by the feeling, for both of them it had been entirely too long. The contrast was electrifying, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through them. They arched into his touch, craving more of the intimacy that seemed to spark between them like a wildfire. “Is…Is this okay? Are you okay?” The Reaper asked nervously, looking up at the other, while fingers continued to gently dance across their chest.

“N-No…It’s really…good, don’t…don’t stop, Zeroh,” his name came out like a gasp against their lips and O felt a rush of heat pool in his stomach at Onyx's reaction, a newfound boldness surging through him as he leaned in closer, capturing Onyx's lips in a loving kiss. The ghost melted into the other, sparks flying between them and suddenly there was a mess of hands, exploring, touching, simply touching. Gods it had been so long, they could practically spend the entire night just doing this.

Their lips meshed together in a passionate dance, mouths moving in sync as Onyx’s hands trailed to the hem of the Reaper’s torn up sweater. “Are you sure…?” they pulled apart enough to speak again, Zeroh needing a constant reassurance his new found lover wasn’t hurting, afraid or worse, dying. Onyx nodded as they began to peel themselves out of their shirt, undoing their pants, and Zeroh slowly followed suit. O stood there, shoveled between the ghost’s legs, standing in his underwear, as Onyx sat there in theirs. Slowly, carefully, the Reaper watched as his own hands slid up the other’s soft, solid body, they were transparent, but still so very much here and real and tangible. Unaffected by the curse his touch held. He smiled, now looking up at the other, who returned the gesture.

“Do you think you can…get out another?” the ghost asked nervously, in a whisper of words that almost didn’t escape them. The Reaper bit his lower lip, trying to hold back another chuckle, worried he would embarrass the poor thing, but truthfully he just found them so entirely adorable.

“How could I say no?” nodding before looking out the only window of the mausoleum and making contact with the brightening moonlight yet again, this time having to put effort behind it as he scooched closer to Onyx, bare chests touching, Zeroh’s head comfortably hovering over top the other’s, Onyx was met with a strong chest. They looked up, resting their chin upon it to witness the happenings above their head.

The reaper’s head tilted back, his mouth fell open and out it came. “Hh’TTSsCh’uu! Huh’Tssch’hHIEW!” his whole form flexed and clenched around Onyx, the ghost had taken a hold of each of O’s biceps, gripping them tightly to feel them constrict as he blew. The little ghost shuddered with delight, the sounds of sneeze echoing inside their brain chamber, rattling around like soon to be rot that would consume them. A fine mist fell behind them, tickling and trickling down Yix’s back.

“Wow…” was all the little ghost could muster up, a smile breaking out on their face as they leaned back against the coffin, reveling in the innocent intimacy of the moment. Zeroh chuckled softly at Onyx's reaction, following closely by climbing on top of them, a warmth spreading through him at the sight of the ghost's genuine enjoyment. He settled over the spirit, drinking in their form, both of them now in various states of undress but feeling more connected than ever before. The moonlight bathed them in a soft glow, casting shadows that danced across their intertwined forms.

Zeroh's heart swelled with a mixture of emotions as he gazed down at Onyx, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. The air was charged with electricity, a palpable tension that seemed to draw them closer together. As their eyes met in the dim light of the crypt, Zeroh felt a surge of lust that had long been dormant inside him.

Without a word, he lowered his head, capturing Onyx's lips in a fevered kiss that spoke of longing and passion. The ghost responded eagerly, their hands roaming over Zeroh's body with a hunger that matched his own. In that instant, all doubts and fears melted away, leaving only the raw, unbridled need that pulsed between them.

Their bodies moved together in a seamless dance of desperate need, each touch sending sparks flying through the air. Zeroh's hands trailed down Onyx's sides, fingers tracing patterns on the ghostly skin that seemed to glow beneath his touch before meeting the hem of their briefs, pulling at them before breaking their kiss, pushing their foreheads together lovingly. He tried to catch his breath but still his words came out almost muted. “S’okay? You…’re okay?” not a moment the Reaper didn’t want the ghost to feel uncomfortable.

Their voice quivered uncontrollably as they struggled to catch their breath, the overwhelming sensation of arousal coursing through their veins. With every word, their voice cracked and faltered, overcome by the sheer intensity of the moment. "Yes...keep going," they managed to stammer out, each syllable dripping with a need and hunger that was unlike them. The air was thick with anticipation as they awaited the next move from their partner, their body trembling with excitement and yearning.

Their breaths mingled in the stagnant air of the mausoleum, creating a fog of passionate lust that enveloped them both. The reaper’s hands shook with anticipation as he continued to explore Onyx's ethereal form, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. The ghost arched into his caresses, a low moan escaping their lips as pleasure coursed through their slender body.

Feeling emboldened by Onyx's response, he let his hands wander further, sliding down to grasp the ghost's hips possessively. Onyx gasped at the touch, their form shimmering in the moonlight as they surrendered to the Reaper's embrace. The connection between them crackled with a raw intensity, each movement bringing them closer to the edge of something wild and untamed.

As their passions continued to ignite, O felt a desperate surge push through him as he wrapped both his hands now tenderly around the back of Ony's thighs, lifting them, he sat back on the coffin, still between the legs he was lifting a mere few inches. “I want you, Onyx, in every way possible, for eternity, would that be, alright?” he asked cautiously, but still, with an aura of confidence as he kissed down the ghost’s thin legs.

“Absolutely, Zeroh, I’m already yours,” the ghost whispered hoarsely. The larger grinned, like a kid in a candy shop kissing down the spirit’s legs with adoring excitement, he felt a shiver run down his spine at Onyx's words. He looked up at the ghost's face, their eyes shining with admiration and all the same, hunger. A spark spread through him at the thought of spending eternity with the apparition, and he knew that he would do anything to make that a reality.

With a renewed sense of grounding, Zeroh reached downward to his own boxers, pulling them down to reveal his hardened cock and slickening his palm with a mouthful of saliva. “You’re sure you want this? You want me?” he prepped himself accordingly, positioning himself between Onyx’s trembling thighs, they nodded, biting their lower lip nervously but with excitement, their hands reached up to grasp the reaper by his forearms.

“I want you, I want to be yours, I want you to be mine….please, Zeroh..” the ghost almost begged, and it was enough for the ethereal to have mercy, sliding himself comfortably inside of Ony’s tight entrance. They both took their time adjusting as the reaper made his way the full hilt, they each took a deep breath in, and the spirit moaned involuntarily with a surprising ecstasy that overflowed them. The reaper’s hands on either side of Onyx’s head now, the ghost wrapping their leg’s tightly around his waist.

“Shhhh…it. It’s been awhile, Ha~ ..you feel really good…” O admitted, the vulnerability of their actions hung in the air like a thick blanket around them. Slowly, thoughtfully, the reaper began to slip back out, only mid way before, tenderly back in.

The air in the crypt was thick with the scent of ancient stone and the mingled musk of their bodies as they moved in unison, their souls intertwined in a dance as old as time itself. Oh’s blueish white eyes locked with Onyx's, the intensity of their affections and desires for one another, reflected back in the other's gazes. The ghost's body writhed beneath him, a symphony of pleasure and pain, their breaths echoing in the silent chamber like the cries of a thousand long-lost souls. “Zeroh~” the spirit whimpered in pleasure as their body was claimed.

Movements became more fervent, their bodies undulating like two waves crashing into one another, creating a tide of passion that threatened to consume them both. As their hips met with a rhythm that was both primal and divine, Zeroh brought his fingers down, tracing delicate patterns on Onyx's skin, leaving behind trails of light that danced in the moonbeams pouring through the dusty window. “My name on your lips…don’t ever cry for another…I could die over and over hearing that sound, and I know it’ll…” he paused, shoveling himself back inside “lead me to salvation…” he huffed through clenched teeth before pushing down and finding their lips again.

Time seemed to lose all meaning as they continued to move, each thrust more deliberate and passionate than the last. Despite the urgency of their passion, they took their time, savoring the feel of each other's bodies as hands made magic as though it might be their last chance to experience this earthly pleasure.

Zeroh's movements grew more frantic, he could feel the ghost beneath him begin to tremble in anticipation of their union. Each time he thrust into Onyx, he could feel himself getting closer to the brink, their bodies humming with electricity as they danced on the razor's edge of climax. Mouths still clashing and melting together like two pieces of chocolate in a wrapper on a hot day.

With a gasp, Onyx's body stiffened beneath him, their eyes rolling back into their head as they arched their back in pure unadulterated ecstasy. Zeroh watched closing while the spirit was coming undone, spurting out from their length over their chests, and he tried to hold back his own orgasm, savoring the sight of the ghost finding pleasure for the first time in, possibly ever, and with a final thrust, Zeroh's own climax washed over him. His seed spilling forth into the ghost's body as their souls seemed to meld together. The air was thick with raw passion and the scent of their mingled fluids, mixing with the musty odor of the ancient crypt.

As they lay there, clinging to one another, Zeroh couldn't help but wonder what the future held for them. Would they be together forever? Could they find a way to be together should Onyx ever pass over? Or would this be just a fleeting moment of passion, a memory etched into their beings? Would they pretend this never happened? They couldn’t…the electricity…the raw passion between them was too palpable.

He brushed a lock of Onyx's hair from their forehead, tracing the lines of their ethereal face with his fingers. For a moment, they were silent, lost in their own thoughts, but then O whispered softly into his ear. “Could we have forever? You think?” the reaper asked, almost with a shaken voice. The ghost tightened their arms around him, comforting him.

“We can,” Onyx whispered back, the sincerity in their voice resonating through the cold stone chamber, enough to give the Reaper the assurance neither of them could really promise. He could feel Onyx's breathing slowing, and their body starting to steady as they began to drift back down from the heights of passion.

As they lay intertwined, still basking in the afterglow of their passions, Zeroh's mind raced with a flurry of thoughts. The possibilities that had just opened up before him were overwhelming, and he found himself lost in them. For so long, he had believed that Sebastian was his one true love, the end all be all of feelings and emotions. But then this little apparition appeared, floating into his life like an unexpected arrow piercing straight through his heart.

Slowly, they started to disentangle themselves from each other, “Should clean ourselves up…we could…continue distributing the flowers to the empties if you’d like?” The reaper offered as they slowly climbed down from the stone coffin, O helping the smaller down with a steady hand.

“I’d love that,” Yixxy smiled back at him, hopping down and helping him sort through their mess of clothes.

“And face the gloat of a match making bird as well…” Zeroh chuckled breathily, running a hand through his slightly dampened and sweaty locks.

“Oh? Did Amara have something to do with your approach tonight?” Onyx looked up from getting dressed to meet the Reaper’s gaze with a raised brow.

“She might have…been the courage I needed yes,” they both shared a gentle laugh, the sound echoing off the crypt walls, the two gathered their things, got dressed and reemerged from the mausoleum, content to enjoy the rest of their night in the company of each other.

The End

Author’s Notes: Idk if it’s cause I spent literally 24 hours writing this piece, or my brain is fried but I feel like I probably could have done better on this 🤣 Ugh they’re so cute I just want to make sure it’s done justice! 🥲🥲 hope yall enjoy! It was fun writing 🫶🏻

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thekinkyleopard · 1 month

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Fanfic account* but yeah. Every now and then I go look at my old writings of an unhinged, feral 15 year old and go “man, I really needed parents”

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thekinkyleopard · 1 month

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Stop it. Yes they do. 🥲

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thekinkyleopard · 1 month

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I’m in love with them already 😭😭😭

I know it’s late so I probably shouldn’t post this yet but Not that many people see these anyway,

So I must indulge more of my Zeroh and Onyx needs 🫠🫠

Chibi this time 😂

@thekinkyleopard owns Onyx 🩶

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The Sagening

A Blythe and Freya Canon Snz Fic

Description: Blythe is saging the new home, cleansing it of any bad energy before the girls settle into it. Unbeknownst to either of them, Freya has a very strong reaction to the smoke…and Blythe can’t ever deny temptation.

Author’s Notes: Figured I’d take the new girls out for a spin since we have had them for a few weeks 😂 Sorry I’m so slow lately guys, truly it’s me trying to get my shit together and being exhausted as fuck but imma keep pumping out fics when I can! Art and Freya by @aller-geez !

Blythe moved gracefully through the rooms of their domicile, the sage smoke trailed behind her like a mystical veil. Each step she took left an ethereal imprint on the wooden floors, infusing the air with a sense of enchantment. Her fingers traced delicate patterns in the smoke, weaving ancient spells of protection and peace into the very fabric of their new home. If there was one thing she knew about, it was evil, and over the years she had gotten incredibly good at the studies of good and evil. This was all apart of her mission to aide in keeping her and Freya safe.

Meanwhile, speaking of, Fry struggled with a particularly stubborn box in the doorway, her nose wrinkling at the pungent scent of sage that filled the air. She coughed delicately, trying to suppress a sneeze as she hoisted the box into the living room, but the feeling was persistent. The effects of the sage on her sensitive senses were undeniable as her eyes began to water and her chest tightened with each breath. “How’s it….” she cleared her throat and tried to put on a brave face. “How’s the cleansing going my dear?” the soft, airy voice connecting Blythe back to reality as she curiously looked over at her inquiring girlfriend.

The succubus grinned, ear to ear before subconsciously flipping her hair from the view of her right eye. Just so she could get a much clearer gaze of her darling girl; the smoke starting to collect and bunch in the vicinity of the approaching women. “Wonderful my peach, I am almost done, just a few more rounds…I want to make sure it sticks,” As the dark haired woman turned back around to return to her previous actions, Freya's eyes darted around the room, desperately trying to blink away the tears threatening to spill over.

She gave Blythe a reassuring smile, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and the effects of the sage. "I'll just... go get the next box," she said quickly, her voice slightly strained as she made a hasty retreat towards the front door.

As she stepped outside, the cool forest air provided some relief to her irritated senses. Freya took a deep breath, trying to calm the itching in her nose and the tightness in her chest. She glanced back through the open doorway to see Blythe moving with such grace and purpose, a vision of mystic power and beauty that never failed to leave the fallen in awe.

Ignoring her escalating symptoms as best she could, Freya busied herself with bringing in the remaining boxes from their moving truck. Each trip back into the cottage filled her lungs with more sage-laden air, exacerbating her discomfort.

One by one the woman brought the boxes into the home, trying to leave them in the respective rooms that matched their labels. Dishes in the kitchen, clothes in the bedroom, toiletries in the bathroom….etc. Each trip tested the fallen’s sensitive sinuses to it’s maximum capabilities.

The last box was the heaviest, filled with books Blythe had collected over the years. Freya grunted as she struggled to lift it, her arms quivering under the weight. She paused at the threshold of the cottage, taking a moment to catch her breath. The scent of sage clung to her like a shroud, making her head swim and her eyes water even more fiercely. Trails trickling down her cheeks now as they overflowed. Her nostrils twitched, and she tried to satisfy its craving by scrunching it in tight circles, but it was subpar to the feeling of rubbing an irritated nose with your closed fist.

She was able to slowly trudge her way through the living room as her face contorted and twisted in discomfort before only reaching half way across the space, and pausing again, and the itching, my GODS the itching, it persisted, growing more insistent by the second. Freya's breath hitched as she felt a powerful sneeze building up inside her, her entire body tensing in anticipation. With a sudden explosive force, she let out a thunderous set of sneezes that echoed through the cottage, causing a cloud of saliva to swirl around her. “Iit’shHIEW! i’HKSHIEW!!” it sprayed out from her unhinged maw unexpectantly, but inevitably.

In her startled state, Freya lost her grip on the heavy box, and it came crashing down on her foot with a sickening thud. Pain shot through her body, but before she could even process it, another series of uncontrollable sneezes overtook her. “EHH’TSHIEW! eshh’IEW!” Eyes squeezed shut from impact, the force of the sneezes knocked her off balance, sending her stumbling back until she collapsed onto the couch with a groan. “Owwie…” she whimpered gently bringing her hand up to cover her slickened and slightly dripping nostrils.

Blythe turned at the commotion, concern etched on her face as she rushed to Freya's side, a slight blush spread across her cheeks. "Are you alright, my love?" she asked, reaching out to gently touch Freya's trembling shoulder. The fallen shook her head gently as she broke down into gentle tears.

“I…hurt myself…..” her voice cracked as she tried to get a hold of her large emotions. “The sage…it..sNdff…I can’t handle it…” she spoke softly, afraid to break the spirit of her partner who was just trying really hard to protect their home.

“Oh, My darling….” she gasped leaning down to envelop her girl in a tight, loving and supporting embrace. Freya buried her face in Blythe's shoulder, seeking solace in her comforting presence. The pain in her foot throbbed relentlessly, but it was the overwhelming effects of the sage that truly weighed on her. Blythe held her close, whispering soothing words and gentle reassurances as she gently stroked Freya's hair. "I'm so sorry, my love. I underestimated the strength of the sage on your sensitive senses," Blythe murmured, filled with regret at having unintentionally caused Freya distress.

The angel sniffled, clinging to Blythe as she tried to calm her racing heart and ease the burning sensation in her nose and chest. She knew the demon would never purposefully harm her, but the unexpected reaction to the cleansing ritual had left her shaken. "I know you didn't mean to, Blythe. It's just... it's a lot for me," Freya admitted, feeling vulnerable and exposed in that moment.

The succubus soothed her girlfriend gently continuously running her long delicately thin fingers through her softened pigtails and nodded in agreement. “I know…I know…but my…you did such a good job at holding on, you got all those boxes in before your poor little sniffer esploded?” she giggled tapping the tip of the girl’s nose with a loving playfulness.

Freya blushed furiously at Blythe's playful teasing, a mix of embarrassment and affection coloring her features. Despite her discomfort, there was a spark of amusement in her eyes as she swatted at the woman’s hand with a small pout. "Stop it, you're making it worse," she muttered, her voice still tinged with congestion from the sneezing fit.

Blythe only grinned mischievously in response, clearly enjoying the reaction she was eliciting from her normally shy lover. Her fingers continued to dance along the fallen's hair, the gentle touch sending shivers down her spine. As Freya tried to compose herself, she couldn't help but notice the glint in her girlfriend’s eyes - it was a look of desire, of something more primal stirring within her beautiful partner.

A sudden realization dawned on the Fallen as she caught the subtle shift in Blythe's demeanor. Was it possible that her embarrassing sneezing fit had caused a spark within her lover’s loins?

Blythe's gaze was intense, a mixture of desire and something more primal that stirred deep within her. Freya's cheeks flushed as she locked eyes with the dark-haired woman, feeling a surge of heat between them that had nothing to do with the oppressive sage-filled air. Tentatively, Blythe leaned in closer, her lips just a breath away from Freya's trembling ones. The angel could feel her heart pounding in her chest, the pain in her foot momentarily forgotten as she was consumed by the magnetic pull of their shared desire.

In that charged moment, time seemed to stand still as they hovered on the edge of something hot and exhilarating. And then, with a barely perceptible movement, Blythe pulled back, crushing the moment under her heel before gently brushing a hand across her girlfriend’s cheek. “We need to do something about that foot my dove, I’ll get you some ice, and a wrap…hopefully nothing is broken,”

Freya's heart sank as the moment slipped away, leaving her breathless and wanting. She watched as Blythe moved away to tend to her injured foot, a mix of disappointment and understanding swirling within her. “Okay…” she murmured softly, her voice filled with anxiousness. The injured woman nodded finally, grateful for the distraction from the intense moment that had passed between them.

As Blythe hurried off to fetch the ice and bandages, Freya let out a shaky breath, trying to steady her racing heart. The pain in her foot throbbed relentlessly, but it was nothing compared to the storm of emotions raging inside her. She couldn't shake the electricity that crackled in the air whenever she and Blythe were near each other.

When Bly returned with the supplies, Freya forced herself to push aside the tangled mess of thoughts and focus on the task at hand. With gentle care, Blythe helped Freya ice her injured foot and wrap it snugly, all the while stealing glances filled with unspoken lust-fueled smirks. The air was heavy with unuttered words of desires, each woman equally afraid and intrigued by the intensity of the situation. “How are you feeling now? It doesn’t seem broken so that’s good…” Blythe asked curiously, sliding back next to her girlfriend on the couch.

Freya shifted slightly, testing her weight on the newly bandaged foot. The pain was still there, a dull ache that throbbed with each heartbeat, but the ice had numbed it enough to be bearable. She turned to Blythe, meeting her gaze with a mix of gratitude and uncertainty. "It feels better, thank you," she replied softly, a hint of vulnerability lingering in her words.

Silver eyes softened as she reached out to gently caress Freya's cheek. "I'm glad. I hate seeing you in pain," she murmured, her voice filled with genuine concern. They sat in silence for a moment, the tension between them palpable yet untouched. Finally, the succubus cut the tension in the air with a thick talon. “My darling…I know we just cleared the air for you, and I was gracious enough to give you a moment to catch your breath but…I cant help but think of how sweet the sound of your sneezes were…” The fallen blushed profusely, and averted her yellow gaze to the ground.

“B-Blythe that’s..” hesitating to finish her own sentence, still unused to be so open.

“What my dear? Naughty?” The woman teased as she leaned into to capture the other’s earlobe between two sharp rows of teeth. “I can’t help myself you know, around you, everything is intoxicating…” She inhaled deeply as the strands of Freya’s pigtails tickled at her face, arms pulling the angel closer to her ‘til she was fully in her lap, cradled by the taller female.

Freya's breath hitched as she felt Bly’s embrace tighten around her, the succubus' words sending a shiver down her spine. The mixture of vulnerability and desire warred within her, unsure of how to navigate the overwhelming emotions coursing through her. She could feel the heat of Blythe's body against her own, the succubus exuding a magnetic pull that was impossible to resist. "Blythe, I... I don't know if we should...there’s still unpacking…" Freya's voice trailed off as she struggled to find the right words, her heart pounding in her chest.

But Blythe silenced her with a searing kiss, passion and hunger igniting between them like a wildfire. The angel melted into the kiss, unable to deny the longing that had been building between them in the last few minutes. In that moment, all doubts and inhibitions faded away as they gave in to the primal connection that bound them together.

The room filled with the sounds of their whispered grunts and gentle moans, the smacking of wet lips before eventually the dark haired woman had enough sense to pull back. “If I lit….more sage, would you be the best girl for me?” biting her lower lip and pushing their foreheads together. “Promise to be gentle with your foot…” giggling breathlessly as her fingers trailed loosely up and down the woman’s thighs.

Freya's heart pounded as she gazed into Blythe's eyes, a mixture of desire and uncertainty swirling in her chest. She could feel the weight of the succubus's words hanging in the air, tempting her with promises of passion and intimacy. With a shaky breath, Freya reached out to cup Blythe's face in her hands, her touch gentle yet filled with unspoken longing. "I promise," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath as she leaned in to capture her saucy girlfriend’s lips in a quick, tender kiss.

After breaking away again, the succubus gently moved her lover to the side of the couch, to free herself from under her. Standing up now, she turned back to shoot a quick wink before retreating to pick up her half burned bundle. Rekindling the sage and closing each window as she trailed the smoke around behind her, her long, slender legs peaking through the slit in her dress, Freya swallowed nervously as she watched the other. The woman’s darkened silver eyes never leaving her winged mate, always completely obsessed with the woman, almost impossible to look away in the first place. “You’re going to be so good for me, right?” she asked licking her lips slowly as she watched her prey start to shift, and eyes starting to turn glossy.

“Y-Yes..Ma’am…” the smoke was already starting to fill the room, coiling and twisting in mesmerizing patterns that danced around the two women like ghostly specters. Freya's sensitive nose twitched at the acrid scent, a hint of sage mingling with the sweet perfume that clung to Blythe's skin. She couldn't help but cough softly, the smoke tickling her throat and making her eyes water.

Blythe, on the other hand, seemed unaffected by the thickening haze, a mischievous grin on her lips as she teased her lover with a knowing look. "Can you handle it, my sweet angel?" she purred, her voice low and sultry as she continued to twirl the burning sage in lazy circles. Freya tried to nod in response, her gaze fixated on the demon's every movement, feeling a strange mix of excitement and apprehension building within her.

As the smoke continued to weave its way through the room, casting swirling shadows on the walls, Freya felt a strange heaviness settle as the smoke thickened. She found it harder to concentrate, the room spinning around her in a dizzying whirl. Blythe's voice cut through the haze, low and hypnotic, sending shivers down her delicate spine. "You're going to be so good for me, right?" the words bounced inside her head as the presence of something much more sinister began to crawl its way through. The thicker the room became, the tighter her nasal cavity felt, her nostrils twitching and scrunching as she fought to place it.

“Aht, don’t try to push them away my darling dove, remember, you promised to be good,” Blythe's voice drifted through the smoke, wrapping around Freya like a velvet ribbon, soothing and commanding all at once. The succubus moved closer, her form appearing almost ethereal in the dimly lit room, her eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. Freya tried to speak, to protest, but her words were lost in the heavy air that seemed to press against her chest.

As Blythe reached out a hand to caress Freya's cheek, a jolt of awareness shot through the angel. Her skin prickled with unease as the itching sensation only brought itself forward and she couldnt hold it back any longer. “H-h…” she hitched, her lids squeezing together and her lips parting, drew the other woman in with lust filled eyes staring deeply with anticipation.

Freya's sneeze erupted suddenly, catching both her and Blythe by surprise at how quickly it shot out of her. “H’ihhSHHhhiew!! i’hKSHIEW!!” It was a series of rapid-fire explosions, each one more forceful than the last. The first sneeze sprayed a fine mist of sparkling saliva, like glitter in the air, while the second one sounded like a delicate chime ringing through the room. Blythe watched with amusement as Freya's sneezes continued, “ehh’tnSHIEW! iit’shHIEW!” each one accompanied by a different spectacle - shimmering sparks, tiny bubbles, even desperate gasps in between that floated in the air for a moment before disappearing.

Her amusement quickly turned into fascination as she watched the angel's reactions with keen interest. The sneezes seemingly held a strange power over the dark haired woman, each one more enchanting than the last, drawing her in like a moth to a flame.

Freya's delicate form trembled with each sneeze, her body convulsing in a way that was both mesmerizing and alluring. Blythe couldn't tear her eyes away, captivated by the sight of Freya succumbing to her allergy-fueled affliction. With each sneeze, a new wave of energy seemed to ripple through the room, crackling in the air like electricity, her halo bounced from the force. It brought the succubus closer, and closer. Blythe eventually set the still burning herb down on the ash tray on the side table and loomed over her girlfriend, palms gripped the back of the couch. Freya sunk beneath her, snuffling and sniffling trying to get the mess away from her face, nervously avoiding eye contact with her succubus mate above.

“Don’t be shy…it’s me,” bringing a hand down she tilts the woman’s head up by her chin with a single index and thumb.

Freya's breath hitched as she gazed up at Blythe, her eyes wide with a mixture of vulnerability and desire. The sneezing fit had left her feeling strangely exposed, her body tingling with an energy she couldn't quite place. As Blythe's thumb gently lifted her chin, Freya found herself lost in the depths of those darkened silver eyes, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within her chest.

The room was heavy with the scent of sage and something more primal, a heady mix that clouded Freya's senses and heightened her awareness of the succubus before her. Blythe's touch was both gentle and possessive, a silent command that sent a shiver down Freya's spine.

With a soft whimper, the fallen angel leaned into the touch, her lips parting slightly as she searched Blythe's gaze for any sign of hesitation. But all she found was unwavering hunger and an intensity that threatened to consume her. “I’m..go-gonna..” Freya whimpered her nose scrunching and twisting uncomfortably as Blythe only seemed to inch closer, pressing their foreheads together again.

“Please,” the succubus begged in a whisper as the words caused her angel to shudder once more.

“I-…H—eHH’TSHiEW!” Blythe breathed in heavily, as if the flying particles of spittle that hit her face despite Fry’s attempt to cover herself, were the oxygen to which she breathed.

The sneezes continued to pour out of Freya like fountains, each one more intense than the last. “Eeh’Tshiew!! IIT’TsHiEw!” The room felt like it was spinning, but Blythe only grew more entranced by the sight before her. Leaning in closely, licking the slight dribble of saliva that trickled down that side of her lover’s mouth. The energy that crackled in the air seemed to be building, and she couldn't resist the urge to embrace it. Blythe gripped Freya tightly by her thighs, and pulled her in a swift motion in her lap as she also sat down.

As Freya's sneezes grew more consistent, Blythe found herself losing control. Her own body began to tremble with the anticipation of the next. “Gods you sound so beautiful…” she licked her lips desperately before attaching herself to the side of the angel’s exposed neck. Bly sucked, licked and nipped the area hungrily, her hands and fingers gripping the back of her ass and pulling her mate’s body into her own.

Freya gasped at the sudden intimacy, her sneezing beginning to subside, but the burning sting could never truly leave her so long as the sage was lit, but as Blythe's kisses sent shockwaves of pleasure through her, she couldnt keep her focus on that. Her body responded to the succubus' touch, arching into her grip as though she were a vessel of unending desire. The energy in the room crackled and sizzled, the air thick with magic and longing.

"You're mine," Blythe murmured, her voice a low, whispered promise. Freya could feel her words like a caress, a testament of the bond they shared, the connection that flowed like lightening between them. She could feel the lust flowing through her, the knowledge that she belonged to Blythe, and it was a feeling she never wanted to let go of.

She moaned softly, her eyelids fluttering as the intensity of the moment washed over her. Blythe's hands continued to roam up her tank top, finger tips pinching and gently teasing soft and perky buds. “My girl…your body is my temptation…my sins..I’d die to protect this,” the woman’s voice husky, like melted chocolate dripping onto a soft bed of ice cream. Freya’s bright yellow orbs blinked innocently before she smiled.

“As you’ve always been mine..” the fallen gasped, tilting her head back as her girlfriend found herself busy beneath her jaw, marking the flesh that belonged to her.

Freya's urges were teetering back and forth, as the sage and the energy in the room intertwined. The sexual connection between them was undeniable, and it was written all over their faces. They were lost in each other, their eyes locked on one another as they moved in sync, their bodies melting into one another. Clothes falling off one another bit by bit.

Blythe's grip on Freya tightened, her fingertips tracing patterns over her lover's skin, creating a symphony of sensations that had her shivering. The room was alive with the sounds of their labored breaths, louder and louder that seemed to emanate from their every touch.

Freya's body felt like it was on fire, and yet she craved more. The succubus' grip was a drug, an addiction that she could never get enough of. Their tongues danced, their bodies intertwined, as the room spun around them.

Blythe moaned against her partner’s slickened mouth, pulling away just enough she dipped her hand between her lover’s thighs. “I want to hear more…” The sage still desperately wafting trails and trails of burning herb across their nostrils. Not that it was any a bother to Blythe as she watched intently with her silver orbs while Freya’s features twisted to avoid explosion. “Don’t hide them from me, darling girl, come on now….share with the class,” she wrapped her arms tightly around the woman’s waist pulling her in and rubbing her forehead against the other’s lovingly. She did bring one hand up though, gently caressing and sliding pieces of feather protruding from the others back, through her index and thumb.

Freya let out a series of light but, guttural moans as Blythe's fingers continued to explore her most sensitive spots, the sage's scent now mingling with the intoxicating aroma of arousal. The combination of sensual caresses against her wings and the strong scent of sage slowly burning out was overwhelming her senses, making it hard for her to keep composure. “H’ihhsHHHhIEW!" esHH’iEW!” the angel sneezed suddenly, quickly, and it sprayed across the both of them in a large cloud of misted saliva. The dark haired succubus grinned, toothy and delighted as her hands ran up and down the woman’s sides now.

“I swear, everything you do is perfection…” she whispered seductively between them, her mouth coming up to press gentle pecks against the other woman’s nose, lips, chin and jaw. Freya’s yellowed orbs rolled back in her head as she pressed her body instinctively into that of her girlfriend’s.

“You’re so bad for me…like a poison..” The angel responded to her flirty partner followed with a breathless giggle, and the succubus couldn't help but let out a callous laugh before grabbing the angel by her neck. Their eyes locked in an intense gaze as the woman glared with an amused glint in her silver orbs.

“And yet you’d still take a sip of sin at every chance you get…Tch, dirty girl,” this shot a shiver up the fallen’s spine, her body responding to Blythe’s degrading comments with a building intensity.

“I’d fall from heaven over and over if it meant I could live in your arms for eternity…” Freya whimpered between fighting off the urges ever growing in her sinuses and the succubus’ hands that found their way up her body and lips that continued to decorate her skin. Bly blushed brightly, she never got tired of hearing the words of sincerity, but, was more of a sucker to know she was the thread pulling Freya apart.

“My sentimental little dove…” she responded against the hot, wet flesh of Freya’s exposed clavicle. “Such pretty words while I feast upon your delightful body…” snickering with a teasing resolve, the angel blushed, feeling almost slightly embarrassed, but still her body craved more. Bly’s fingers twisted and pricked at sensitive growing buds discovered on the small mounds that pressed up against her. “You can do better…” licking her lips, whilst both her hands continued to pull and roll sensually skilled fingers across her angel’s swelling nipples. The sensations of her girlfriend’s deviously skilled hands were almost enough to fight off the still ever present itching and prickling of her nostrils. Almost. Sage still clung to the air stubbornly above them, making it almost impossible to avoid.

“I-…Well..H-h…” Freya sniffled, swallowing it and trying her best to fight through the oncoming inevitable. The dark haired woman sought an opportunity and quickly, switched their positions. Bly laid down on the couch, her naked body now in the other’s full view, Freya’s gaze catching a glimpse of her name tattooed on her girlfriend’s perfect figure. Labeled. Hers. The fallen took a deep breath through her watering eyes and ticklish throat, she longed to touch her skin. Yet there was not much time left for day dreaming while Blythe took a handful of her hips and dragged her atop her lap fully this time, still mindful of her injury. The succubus’ head was propped up against the arm of the couch while her gaze was hot against her lover.

“I have a MUCH better view now…please, my personal beauty, continue,” she grinned with her tongue cheekily squeezed between two rows of grinning teeth, her open palms and finger dragging up between her lover’s trembling thighs. The pigtailed woman furrowed her brows and she rolled her black sclera, yellow orbs, but her nose twitched, and scrunched. She was actively trying to fight it and Blythe frowned with displeasure as she took a fistful of each thigh. “Darling? If you would fall from the heavens over and over for me, would you not also indulge me in my pleasures? Hm?” bringing a hand up to grip her chin again between her index and thumb, pulling her head down to meet her pleading gaze. “I promise to make you feel sensational…just let me hear more of that delectable sound…”

Blythe had never really felt this hot before, sneezing from other people or even herself, never brought this sort of feeling out of her, but watching Freya do it? The way her chest would rise and fall through every stutter and hitch…the simplicity of her lips opening and closing as it prepared its release. Her cheeks reddened at the thought while it haunted her, eyes watching ever so patiently.

“Y-Yes, my love…” Freya responded simply, defeated and unable to get much else out as she allowed herself to fall into the feeling, like one fell back on their bed after a long day’s work. “I-..Hi-..H..H’IhSHiEW! Eh’TnSHiEW!” Down came a cascading spritz of Freya’s open sneezes, it landed across the exposed parts of Blythe’s chest, and a few drops across her lips. She watched in amazement from a downward angle as the love of her life twitched and jolted on top of her. The succubus couldn’t supress a delighted groan, her fingers immediately fishing between the woman’s thighs now to meet her quivering loins.

“Fucking Hells…” the dark haired woman’s hazy eyes rolling back in pleasure, Freya let out a soft, sultry moan as Blythe's fingers continued to explore her most sensitive spots. Swirling circles against her delicate bean. The scent of sage and arousal mingling around them intensified, making it hard for her to think straight. But she didn't want to; she just wanted to enjoy the moment, to feel Blythe's touch, to savor the sensation of their sinful desires.

"You are truly a seductress," Freya whispered, her voice husky with desperate lust and a slight soreness from the afflictions of her releases. Her body rocking instinctively into the demon’s touch. "I've never known such intensity in all my centuries before you…”

Blythe smiled wickedly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I’m pleased to know I have such an effect..” she pushed her fingers past the woman’s wet, slickened lips, teasing the tips of her digits against her needy hole. “And I think I've found a weakness for the taste of your sneezes…They’re…intoxicating," She leaned up enough to lick Freya's wet mouth, before collapsing back down, shoveling her middle and ring fingers inside her girl. “Now, do continue…” licking her lips as she watched carefully, Freya’s maw falling open at the sudden fullness of her girlfriend’s hand.

Freya trembled with overwhelming desire, her eyes rolling back as her body was consumed by a euphoric high. She whimpered softly, her neck arching slightly as she surrendered to the pleasurable invasion. Her legs quivered as the sensation spread throughout her entire being, her chest heaving with each ragged breath she took.

Blythe's eyes were locked onto the responding reactions of her angelic lover's face, the intensity of her pleasure evident in every twitch and spasm. She was like a predator savouring her prey, ready to pounce at any moment. The sounds of their labored breaths echoed the room while the stick of sage eventually burned out. A thick final cloud of smoke lingering against their constantly moving bodies.

Bly’s fingers glided expertly in and out of Freya, her hips bucking in time with the rhythm, the angel’s ass rubbing up against her own soaking quim, the demon’s legs shaking as she was being consistently edged. Bly’s heart pounding in her chest whilst she held back her teetering orgasm, helping to prolong the moment for both of them.

"More...please..." Blythe pleaded through a pair of clenched teeth, a drop of sweat rolling down her left temple, her jaw flexing from the amount of effort it took to not forcibly grind herself against her lover’s cheeks into completion. While Blythe’s fingers never ceased to pump and twist, her thumb circling and rubbing all in a rhythmatic motion, Freya couldnt deny that there was still one last fit in her.

Through the rolling waves of pleasured bliss, she could still feel that last prickle, the smoke kissing her nostrils, scratching and clawing at the base of her throat. Despite the discomfort, she was desperate to be a good girl for the love of her life, so whether she had to force it or find it, there was no stopping it. “i’HKSHIEW! eSSH’IEW!” Blythe involuntarily let out an exaggerated cackle, ending it in an almost pleasured sound.

“That’s my fucking GIRL…you really do love, me dont you?” she sat up after having allowed another mistral cloud of saliva and spritz decorate her flesh. Once again, the angel straddling the dark haired woman when the succubus gripped her fallen by the back of the neck, pushing their foreheads together yet again. “I’m going to reward you so well for that little dove,” she whispered breathlessly, her fingers pumping faster, curved to hit Freya’s sensitive g-spot amongst her soft, wet walls.

The pink and yellow haired woman rolled her eyes back in her head, her breath hitching as her body trembled under Blythe's ministrations. The angle was perfect, her climax building stronger with each thrust, each pull, each rub. She couldn't help but arch her back, her nails digging into Blythe's thighs, holding herself steady as she rode through the waves of pleasure in sync to the demon’s fingers.

"Oh, my love..." she moaned, her voice hoarse with passion. "I’m..I’m so close.." her hips rocked almost effortlessly, the space between her thighs soaked through as the other pleasured her sensitive quim.

Blythe couldn't help but chuckle, her fingers never faltering in their rhythm. "My favorite sound…look at me when you cum," she commanded of her lover, Freya’s gaze already snapping to meet that of the succubus’ heated one.

As the moments stretched on, the tension inside Freya reached its peak. She could feel the heat building, the intensity of her desire rising. Her eyes squeezed shut, her body trembled, and she ground herself against Blythe's fingers, fingers that were still expertly pumping in and out of her. The pleasure, the undeniable lust, and the connection between them was overwhelming. She could feel herself releasing, feeling the succubus stuffed within her. She opened her eyes, locking gazes with that of intense silver ones, and let out a soft, wanton moan, her orgasm crashing down on her in waves.

The sound that came out of Blythe was almost unrecognizable as she witnessed her lover’s release, walls clenching around her fingers as it sent her in a frenzy. More she was desperate for more. She flipped their positions, emptying Freya who was now shocked and suddenly on her back. “One more…” she huffed with urgency gripping the back of Freya’s lustrous thighs, squeezing her meaty flesh before taking a feral inhale at her lover’s exposed, soaking bits. “Just one more…” before she dove an open mouth against her girlfriend’s swollen clit, sucking gently before rubbing wet circles with her tongue, moaning against the delightful taste of her lover’s juices.

Bly’s hands had a death grip upon the woman’s thighs, keeping them spread apart to her desires, legs pushed up, almost folding her girlfriend completely in half as she consumed her. “B-Blythe…Holy…Holy Heavens..” Freya's voice trailed off into a series of frantic gasps and whimpers as the succubus’ talented tongue continued to explore and tease her sensitive bean. The demon's eyes were wild, filled with a hunger that mirrored her own, and the fallen couldn't help but respond in kind.

"I c-can't take much more of this," Freya breathed, her hips bucking involuntarily as she felt her climax building once again. Her back arched up against the couch, the first layer of skin dampened by her lustfueled sweating. “You haven’t even-..A-Aah~”

Blythe smirked, her eyes never leaving Freya's face, her mouth just barely stopping it’s motions long enough to reply, hot breath teasing the angel’s slickened lips "Oh, darling, don’t worry about me, but I think you can take a lot more," she whispered seductively. "You're mine, Freya. Every last drop of your pleasure is mine to take…and I will have it…I will feast on it,” before completely swallowing her up again, tongue flickering in faster patterns, the angel falling back to her desires, feeding it.

Freya's eyes rolled back in ecstasy as the demon’s mouth continued to please her. She couldn't help but let out a series of soft moans and gasps, her body trembling uncontrollably. The pleasure was building up, and she felt like she was on the edge of a cliff, or the top of a rollercoaster just starting to take its dip. Her breath hitched, and she could feel her orgasm take hold of her.

"Oh, Blythe... I can't... I need to... I need to... Oh gods, I'm gonna..." Freya's words trailed off as her orgasm hit her like a wave, her entire body convulsing with pleasure. She arched her back, thrusting herself against Blythe's face, slickening the woman’s chin and mouth with her bliss while writhing and moaning in delight.

The demon continued to feast on her, sucking and licking every drop of her pleasure, savoring the taste and moment in one. Yet, she was hardly satisfied, hardly full. After the succubus cleans out her girlfriend of every last dripping drop of her delectable sweetness, she lets go of her, she sits up, but then carefully steps above Freya who’s laying on the couch and she smirks devilishly down at her gasping lover.

“My turn,” she inches upward, squatting now, Freya looking up to see her girlfriend’s exposed, slickened pussy as it approaches her face. The angel feels the butterflies of excitement, her own loins pulsating and twitching again, seriously it was like she stuck her finger in a light socket there was so much electricity coursing through her. Carefully, but purposefully, Blythe sits her quim upon Freya’s slowly opening and awaiting mouth.

Yellow eyes widened in anticipation. She'd never done this before, but she trusted Blythe. Slowly, she opened her lips, extending her tongue ready to taste the demon's sopping flesh. The succubus rocked herself onto Freya's mouth, and took hold of each pigtail within her palms. The angel could feel Blythe's hot, wet folds envelop her mouth and chin as she forcibly began to teeter against her, clit pressed tightly up against the fallen’s tongue. She let out a shaky breath. “F-Fuu-ck..” the demon cursed, her head falling astern with a cascading waterfall of hair that went down her back.

Inexperienced, Fry hesitated for a moment, her tongue gently caressing Blythe's entrance. She felt intimidated, but the rush of adrenaline and the intense desire for her lover pushed her forward. With shaking hands, she pressed them at Bly’s asscheeks, gripping them tightly for leverage. The succubus whimpered, the first submissive sound to really leave her lips. “F-Freya…” she whispered with a slight vulnerability that only made the woman fall further for the demon’s charms.

Figuring the angel may be a little out of her element, Blythe tightened her grip upon her lover’s hair and used the pigtails more like a handlebar, forcing the fallen’s tongue to drag and glide against her swelling button. Guiding her. Slowly, but surely, the angel got the hang of her own and enthusiastically, sucked and teased in unison to her demanding woman’s actions. Bly kept pushing her hips into the angel’s mouth, bucking with every thrust, her body writhing against Freya's face. The succubus could feel her orgasm building within, her entire body tensing with pleasure. She moaned loudly into the room, her voice echoing off the walls, drowning out the sound of her own panting.

Freya felt it too, the heat between her lover’s thighs radiating, warming her skin and causing her own sex to throb in response. She ran her tongue over the demon's clit, sucking it gently between her teeth. She could taste the sweet nectar of her love's desire, and it made her crave more. As Blythe felt herself nearing the brink, her rhythm became more erratic, uncalculated as her body was desperate for it’s release. “You’re gon-na make me…A-Ahh~ F-Freya…” The succubus' voice trailed off into a series of unintelligible pleas and moans as her orgasm overtook her, her body trembling, shaking against Freya's face, causing a mix of saliva and her own juices to drench the angel's mug. Blythe's grip tightened around the pigtails, pulling Freya's head deeper into her folds, straining her neck and causing her to gasp in breaths.

The Fallen’s hands, still gripping Blythe's ass, trembled with the force of her lover's climax, and her fingers twitched with the desire to touch herself. The angel's own sex pulsed and throbbed, the dampness between her thighs increasing with each passing second, knowing she was close to her own climax for a third time if she just had a second. Whilst Blythe's hips ground against her face, riding out what was left of her pleasure, The angel quickly reaching down, twisting and rutting her fingers purposefully against her own re-swollen cunt.

“Yeah my love? Can’t get enough, can we?” The Succubus chuckled with a breathless, twitch of her hips again. Without a word, the angel locked eyes back up with her girlfriend still seated upon her face, hips grinding roughly, and desperately into her own hand. “Gods you’re so fucking sexy when I’ve turned you into a mess…”

Blythe's words sent a wave of desire through the rutting angel, and she could feel her third climax building faster with each passing second. The way her girlfriend looked at her with lust and adoration ignited a fire within her that she hadn't felt before, probably how she was so quick to fall apart for her every time. She just knew how to press her buttons. Desperate for more, she began to suck and lick faster, her tongue darting out to tease Blythe's sensitive flesh almost upon instinct, and since it was right there.

Blythe let out a deep, surprised gasp, her hips bucking uncontrollably. "Oh, Freya, that’s it, my dove... feed your desires.." The succubus' hands tightened around the fallen's hair, pulling her face deeper into her sopping pussy. Blythe felt her second climax following close beside the other woman’s third, the angel letting out a crass moan of her own, her fingers still flying against her clit, rubbing and pinching with a fervor that matched her lover. In a unisoned moment the two women found ecstasy at the same space in time, both their bodies rocking simultaneously, eyes rolled back and every nerve ending electrified through their intense orgasms.

When the waves of pleasure finally subsided and their bodies became limp, Bly climbing off her lover and the two of them squeezing lazily into the couch together, Freya resting more on top of the succubus than the couch itself. They lay there, gasping for air, still linked together in a bond that could never be broken. The succubus leaned down, her lips finding Freya's, as their silence enveloped them. The Fallen could feel her heart swell, the love she bore for her girlfriend overwhelming her in that moment as the other’s thumb brushed against the top of her soft hand.

"I love you so much, Blythe," she whispered, her voice shaky as only the sounds of their labored breaths echoed the space instead of their pleasured mewls.

The succubus pulled away, smiling softly. "And I you, darling, not even God himself could keep me from you…truly..you make my life worth anything,” The two snuggled closer, practically crawling into each other’s skin. As they lay there, entwined in each other's arms, they knew of all the uncertainties that surrounded them, but they were excited for this new chapter, home, family. Love. Real, unfiltered, unadulterated, no rules, love. The Fallen thought the love of God was unmatched but, this woman she had been assigned to so long ago, captivated her, and loved even the most broken, flawed parts of her. This was true unconditional love. How could it ever be wrong? “And God himself, will not be able to save you from all the ways I’m going to forcibly induce those lovely sounds from you throughout the years, cause, WOWZA,” Blythe began to jokingly tickle and tease her girlfriend that giggled and squirmed in response.

“Hey! Not fair!” They both fell into a fit of laughter, teasing one another as they pushed on the other while enjoying the presence of love, in a home that they conjured up all on their own. Yeah, they could definitely get used to this.

The End

Author’s Notes: AHHH IM SO GAAAY I couldn’t stop, literally it just kept going. They’re so fucking hot 🥵🫠🫠🫠 FJSJALW this is my new favorite I’ve written. Idc idc.

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Opposite Day

A RemixLevi Vanilla Smut Rqst!

Description: Levi tries to top Remi by stealing one of Blythe’s potions, but screws up and turns himself into a woman! How will Remi react?

Author’s Note: I have a friend who is equally obsessed with Remi but is a male, and requested a Fem! Version of Levi since me and Geez refuse to have Remi sleep with anyone else (he also refuses, we can’t convince him sorry yall) but this idea has been sitting in my head for a hot minute and I needed to put it into a fic! 🤌🏻 @aller-geez did the art and owns Remi!

Levi shuffled through loud clanking and clinking bottles of varying colors, sizes and potencies. “I think it was …blue? Damn it, Blythe, why don’t you label these?!” The leopard huffed as he scoured through her personal, disorganized lab or magic. He found a small vial with the only blue liquid in sight. He’d seen her use it on a plant once, made it stronger and bigger. Thrived instantly afterwards and the cat couldn’t help but be curious. Could it give him the power to dominant his mate for once ??

This had to be it, there’s no mistaking that, right? Levi shrugged his shoulders with an unusually out of character trust in his own instincts, he chugged the vial quickly down his throat before smacking his lips with satisfaction. “Remi isn’t gonna even know what hit-….” With a bright glowing blue light, Levi’s body slowly started to lift off the ground, and his bones, his body, it began to crumple and crack.

Suddenly, a rack of breasts came sprouting from his once flattened chest, curves carved out along the sides of his figure to emphasize the new, plump ass he had grown. What was this??? Levi panicked, feeling his hair grow longer past his shoulders and the cat raced to look in the mirror to see, the very opposite of what he intended.

Before Levi stood in the mirror, was, Levi, but as a woman. She gasped, rubbing at her eyes with closed fists, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. How could this be? In fact why does Blythe even HAVE that potion??? And WHY does it look so similar to the other?? She needed a cure but the succubus wouldn’t be home from her vacation for another week. She was literally stuck like this, and she knew, there was no way she could show Remi what she’d done. Or even why in the first place, it would simply give the wolf ammo to tease her til the end of their lives.

The leopard took a deep, meaningful breath and closed her bright blue orbs. “Okay I just….have to stay hidden…for like a week….I’ll go home, pack a bag, and hide at Draeko’s! Easy peasy…leave a note saying we are going on a boy’s trip! It’s fool proof!” The cat rubbed her hands together before quickly scurrying out of Blythe and Freya’s home, making her way to her own.

Remi’s truck was in fact not in the driveway to their large cabin home, lucky for her, as she quickly made her way inside, rushing to unlock knobs and pull them open. “Okay…okay don’t panic just…gotta be super fast before Remi gets home..” She swiftly entered the home and frantically packed a bag with some essentials, trying to ignore her new body and focus on the task at hand. Levi left a note for Remi, scribbling something about a sudden boys' trip but before she could finish scrawling it down…she heard the engine to Remi’s truck cut out, and she knew she had no time to go out the front door. Levi was unfortunately going to have to hide out in the house and sneak out in the night…PRAYING that the wolf wouldn’t be able to sniff out her scent.

As the sound of Remi's footsteps drew closer to the house, Levi's heart pounded in her chest. She cursed under her breath, frantically looking around for a hiding spot. The thudding of her own heartbeat filled her ears as she dove under the bed, praying that her mate wouldn’t come into the bedroom.

Levi held her breath, listening to the sounds of Remi moving about in the living room. The floorboards creaked under his weight as he walked around, calling out, "Levi? You home?"

Panic seized Levi as she realized he may actually come looking for her in the room. What was she going to do? Maybe switch to the closet…? She had no choice, she had to do something to stay hidden until nightfall. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she heard Remi's footsteps approaching the bedroom door.

The door creaked open slowly, and Levi squeezed her eyes shut, hoping against everything that Remi wouldn’t look under the bed. She could hear him rummaging through the dresser, his scent strong in the air. “Levi? What the fuck, I can smell you in here..” the sound of echoing inhales and sniffs filling the room.

Levi's heart was in her throat as she heard Remi's voice getting closer, his scent growing stronger. She knew she had to act fast before he discovered her. With a surge of adrenaline, Levi made a split-second decision and rolled out from under the bed, prepared to make a run for it hoping he wasn’t facing her general direction. But as she stood up, her eyes widened in horror as she saw the shocked expression on her boyfriend’s face.

"Levi... what happened to you?" Remi's voice was a mixture of surprise and confusion as he took in the sight of Lee now transformed into a woman. The cat stumbled back, at a loss for words as she struggled to come up with an explanation.

"I-I can explain, Remi, it was just a potion I found in Blythe's lab..." Levi stammered, trying to make sense of the situation herself. But before she could say anything else, Remi's expression softened into a small, almost mischevious, smile, his foot steps drawing closer to her.

“You know…I’m not too entirely interested in the how right now…or the why…” his glowing green orbs seemed to shine brighter as he hungrily drank her in. In usual Levi fashion, she was wearing short jeans shorts, barely below her newly thickened ass cheeks, much tighter on this body than the other it had been on, and a white tank top that blossomed with a show of her new set of double Ds. “But I AM very interested in getting to know this…new model you’re rocking…” licking his teeth in a slow, lust fueled manner.

“Remi….please, I need you to focus, Blythe wont be back for a week, I can’t stay like this,” she huffed clutching her fingers into fists and stomping a small defiant foot to try and snap him into reality. It was too late, the wolf’s mind had left the station and was rolling in hot to Horny Town.

“Babe…please,” he brushed the other’s urgency away at the wave of a nonchalant hand and a simple scoff. “Is this not an opportunity?” his body closing in the space between them as he wrapped an arm around her thin waist, playing with the edges of her shorts with the tips of his fingers. His eyes, brighter with every second he consumed her figure, it was amazing. Truly a gift for a bisexual man like himself.

Levi's heart raced as Remi's touches sent shivers down her spine, conflicting emotions swirling within her. She knew she should resist, find a way to reverse the potion and return to normal. But the way Remi looked at her now, with hunger and desire in his eyes, awakened a dormant longing within her. Could this unexpected turn of events lead to something exciting for the two of them?

As Remi leaned in closer, his scent enveloping her, Levi's resolve wavered. She placed a hand on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her touch. Their eyes locked in a silent conversation, both hesitant yet drawn to each other in a way they had never experienced before. It was indeed, exciting.

Yet, as Levi opened her lips to protest, it was followed by a low, yet high pitched drawn out moan as the wolf’s lips came closing around the side of her neck. He left a hot, wet trail down to the crook of her shoulder, sucking the space of flesh there to build a darkened purple bruise. “Mine,” he growled low in his chest before gripping her hips tightly and shoveling her up against the wall in a swift, fluid motion. Instinctively, Levi wrapped her legs around the male’s waist but her palms still shoved at his chest to try and keep them apart, Remi’s face twisting with slight irritation as his lover kept denying him.

“Remington! I need a cure! Not your cock!” The cat huffed with exasperation, but unable to really hide the giddy smile from her face. It didnt NOT flatter her that regardless of gender, Remi couldn’t keep his hands off the cat, and there was no denying how exciting this experience would feel…but they had to be proactive! What if Levi was stuck like this forever?

“Baby…” the wolf whimpered almost as if he was in severe pain, “Come ON,” his hands running up the woman’s thin, curvy sides, dragging his nails across the softer flesh. “I know I can make you beg for it..I know you really fucking want to, deep down…” he flashed a cocky grin at the other who simply rolled her cerulean orbs.

“Oh yeah?” sticking out her tongue and teasing the other who waggled his brows in response. His thumb found its way through the soft material of her shorts his hand between their bodies as he kept her propped up against the wall. The fabric sticking to her skin, moist already from the waves of her arousal and Remi’s forceful teasing behaviors. The tip of his digit glided through the wetness, leaving a slick trail of nectar across his index. As her eyes met his, the wolf's growl intensified, his dark, glowing green gaze shifting between looking at her parted, gasping lips and her slowly glazing sky blues. “Re-Remi…” she whimpered loosely, her breath caught in the base of her throat.

“Yeah? That my Good Girl?” He whispered with a husky resolve, Levi's will crumbled to dust in the face of Remi's hunger, her defiance melting away like a sugary confection in the sun. The cat felt a wild thrill coursing through her veins, her heart pounding in sync with the beat of the wolf's, and she embraced her newfound desire with open arms.

"Okay," she whispered, her voice hoarse with longing, her eyes locked with Remi’s intensively bright greens. Moving his head back in, his breath was hot against her ear, and his passion, a sheer force of nature. The woman felt her disagreements dissipating, and her body trembled with anticipation. Remi's hand continued to explore, his fingers delving lower, seeking the warmth and wetness that beckoned his touch. He found her core, pulsating with life and desire, a paradise he longed to discover. New land.

Their bodies in an exquisite dance, their ragged breaths mingling with their wild passion. The walls of Levi’s quim pulsed under his fingers, a rhythm so captivating that Remi couldn't resist the urge to slip a finger inside. Her muscles clenched around him, a primal response to the wolf's dominance.

As he thrust his digit deeper, Remi could no longer contain his ardor. With a primitive growl, he took her mouth, claiming her as if she were his rightful property, his teeth gripping and sucking at her bruising lips. The cat whimpered behind their passion, her hands reaching up to grip his long black locks of hair, pulling him in, her body wanting more. A few moments of almost animalistic face sucking go by and before they knew it, Remi, was pushing himself forward to use the base of his hips to keep his new girlfriend up right, used his now free hand to grip her throat at the crook of his index and thumb, squeezing tightly. “I want to hear you beg for it,” adding a second digit to her soaking warmth.

“I-..” she struggled behind the tight grip of his hand, he loosened it but pulled her lips up to his ear.

“Hm?” the tone of impatience slicing through her nerves as she trembled.

“Please, Remi, I need you,” Levi gasped, the words falling from her lips like a plea. She could feel the tension in her muscles, the heat of his body pressed against hers, the wetness that had already spread through her core in response to his touch. His thumb playing delicate notes against her throbbing bean. Levi’s heart pounded in her chest, a wild, animalistic beat that echoed the primal longing she felt coursing through her veins. He was right, this was incredible.

Remi let out a low hungry groan, his brighten greens darkening with desire. "You want me, Levi?" he whispered, his voice low and husky. "Then you'll beg for it," He roughly dropped her from position, and the cat went crumbling to her knees with a heavy thud. She blinked a few times but the heat rushed to her cheeks and she bit her lower lip. He’d never been so…careless, but why did that, turn her on? Fixing her position on her knees she placed her palms neatly on her thighs looking upward with pleading eyes her lips parted.

“Please baby?…Please..” her voice broke, and Remi almost felt a tinge of guilt for making her go to such lengths but, if this was only a one time deal, he was going to make the most of it.

“My sweet…sweet girl…” he smirked handsomely, his teeth glinting beneath their bedroom light. Their eyes, never once leaving each other, as the wolf began to slowly unbuckle and unzip his black jeans, pulling the studded belt off and tossing it aside before carelessly pulling his already solid length out of it’s containment. “Show me,” he flattened his palms against the wall behind her, pushing his cock up to her mouth and with an almost innocently shy smile, the woman spread apart her already slickened lips.

Remi was relishing the power he had over her as he slowly fed his length to her willing mouth. As Levi's lips closed around the thick shaft, Remi groaned and clawed at the surface underneath his palms, leaving marks behind that would surely need to be repaired. His hips bucked impatiently, guiding her to take him deeper. The leopard’s tongue swirled around his head, tasting her own nectar mingling with his as she swallowed him deeply, her throat muscles squeezing in rhythm with her heart. “Juuuuusssst like that baby,” Remi hisses behind gritted teeth.

His cock twitched and throbbed as Levi moaned around him, her eyes locked on his. A low growl emanated from the dark haired man as he felt Levi’s mouth envelop his length. Her precise sucking motion was slow at first, but it quickly accelerated, her lips sliding up and down his shaft. Her pointed canines scraped across the sensitive skin, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him. The scent of her arousal wafted up to him, mingling with the musky scent of their combined sweat and passion that radiated from them.

His eyes met hers, and he could see the raw desire and need mirrored in her glossy orbs. He couldn't resist the urge to tug on her hair, pushing one hand off the wall and gripping a fistful of white locks, driving her deeper onto his throbbing member. She whimpered around his cock, the vibrations sending a series of electric pulses of pleasure to his loins.

Remi pulled her head off of him just enough to catch his breath, letting her lips gently release his swollen length, which left some of her saliva connecting them lip to tip.

“I’m so excited to break this pussy in,” he smirked, biting his lower lip, suckling his piercing with anticipation as she slowly came to her feet. His hands immediately wasted no time, ripping at her top, tearing it down the middle and tossing it aside to expose her large ample breasts. Gripping each in a strong handful he brings them up to his mouth, messily licking and lapping at her flesh, finding a nipple in between his series of sloppy kiss. His tongue swirls around the base of her areola before sucking, and biting at the tips of her sensitive buds. “Mmm,” he groans in the midst of his attack, Levi tossing her head back lazily as the feeling of pleasure seared her very veins.

“Please…Remi…stop teasing me…” her voice sounded so pathetic, desperate, it was just enough to make the wolf take her seriously, that and her body pushing up against his, was enough to weaken his own resolve.

“That’s my girl,” he whispers against her hot wet skin before gripping her by the hips and roughly, tearing off her shorts, and forcibly, turning her to the bed and shoving her onto her back, clearing himself of his own wardrobe. He inches closer to her, taking a rough hold of the backs of her knees apart as he got a good glimpse of her slickened naked body. “Merry fucking Christmas to me,” he licks his lips hungrily, glowing green orbs savoring every inch and memorizing it like the last time.

Remi knelt between her spread legs, his eyes locked on her glistening entrance as his heart pounded with anticipation. He released her leg with one hand and brought it down to run his fingers through her slick folds, making Levi shiver with pleasure.

"So wet for me already…but I couldn’t expect any less now could I?" he growled, his voice a low rumble that seemed to reverberate through her very core. "Let's see how that feels, shall we?"

His fingers slipped inside her, just a little, feeling the tight heat that gripped him so urgently. Levi moaned softly, her hips bucking up against him. He dipped his maw closer, opening his jaw to welcome her swollen bud between his soft lips, sucking gently, letting go and swirling his tongue in small circles while his fingers began to stuff her walls. The cat’s back arched against the sheets, her head tossed back and a small trail of saliva trickled down the side of her mouth. “A-Ahh~” she moaned helplessly, her hips moving all on their own accord to meet each softened swirl of Remi’s tongue. “Oh my fucking god, that’s insane…” the woman cried, Levi had gotten head, as a man before, but as a woman? This was an entirely different experience, this was somehow better. The electricity shook every nerve ending in her body and she couldnt wait to feel his full length pulsating inside her.

Remi smirked, watching Levi writhe beneath him, her moans becoming more desperate with each passing moment. He knew he had to resist the urge to plunge inside her, to feel the warmth and tightness of her body around him. Instead, he continued to tease her, his fingers moving in and out of her, gliding his tongue in different shapes and patterns.

Levi's body was a living thing, responding to her lover’s every touch. She writhed against his hands, her hips bucking and grinding against him, her breaths becoming more horse with each passing second. Eyes closed, lost in the pleasure and the sensations that he was creating within her.

"Please, Remi," she cried out. "Please, I need you. I need to feel you inside me," there was no more beating around the bush at this point she’d start screaming in retaliation if she didn’t get what she wanted. Lucky for her though, Remi could no longer resist her pleas. He needed to be inside her just as painfully as she needed him there.

With a growl, Remi positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his cock pressing against her wet folds. He took a deep breath, savoring the scent of her arousal before thrusting himself inside her in one swift motion. The white and black haired woman cried out at the sudden invasion, her body trembling at the feeling of him filling her up.

"Fuck, you're tight," he spoke behind a clenched jaw squeezing his length inside her, his hips jerking forward as he began to move. Her moans were music, a symphony of pleasure and need, rising and falling in a chorus of ecstasy, her arms snapping around his shoulders and her nails digging into the flesh of his back.

Remi's pace quickened, his cock sliding in and out of her with a slick sound. Sweat dripped from their bodies, mingling with the steam from their heated passion. The light haired woman’s body trembled, the other leaning forward pushing their sticky foreheads together. “You feel so fucking good…holy shit,” the wolf huffed almost too quietly between their desperate gasps for air.

Levi's eyes locked onto Remi's, her need and desire mirrored in his own intense gaze. As their bodies moved together in perfect sync, she could feel a fire burning deep within her, intensified by his every thrust. Her nails dug into his back, leaving trails of blood, but she didn't care. She needed him, needed to feel his length deep inside her, needed to release the desire that he had created within them.

Their sweat-drenched bodies slipped against each other, slick skin sliding against slick skin. The room was filled with the sound of their labored breathing, moans and whimpers escaping from their crashing lips as they became one in their frenzied dance. Remi's rhythm grew more erratic, faster and harder, his hips slamming into Levi's body with a force that left her breathless. “You like that don’t you? You like when I make you mine….when I claim you…don’t you?” he broke their kiss staring the woman in her watering glassy blues. Slowly she nodded, afraid her response would just be a series of broken moans. “Answer me,” the wolf commanded of her, his voice strong and demanding.

“Y-Yes….Yes baby…I love when you make me yours…I’ll always belong to you…no matter what form I take..” she managed between gasps as his cock continued to assault her tightened halls. Remi brought a hand down, swirling his thumb around her sensitive bean, her body convulsed, and her eyes rolled back. “H-Ha- Aah~” she gasped with pleasure, her body rolling in response to every movement.

“Don’t think I’ll neglect my favorite hole though,” he smirks loosely with his bright white teeth glistening as he slowly pulled his length out and began to push into her lonely puckered ass. A familiar playground for them both but his thumb never stopped pleasing her throbbing clit, they each grunted with unadulterated pleasure, Remi pulling out and pushing his cock right back in again, his pace getting faster and more desperate with each force inward.

Levi's desperate cries and moans filled the room, her body thrashing beneath Remi as he mercilessly claimed her, taking her in ways she never thought possible. The intensity of her pleasure seemed to fuel him, driving him on as he relentlessly pursued his own release.

Levi could feel her own climax building within her, differently than it had when she was male, the rising heat coiling deep within her loins, barely contained by the thin barrier of skin that separated her from Remi's throbbing, hot length. The man’s breathing grew ragged, his lungs burning for air as he thrust desperately, trying to push past the edge of ecstasy with her as he listened to her get silent, before spilling over and filling the space with ragged huffs of air.

Her body convulsed and twitched under his continued motions while her orgasm seeped through her, Remi’s hand never ceasing to maybe get another out of her. Jolts of electric energy shocking her core. The cat’s nails dug deeper into his back, leaving furrowed trails in his skin, but he didn't care. He needed this. Needed to feel her body twitch and release around him, to hear her voice breaking with pleasure as she begged for more.

The sight of her flushed face, the feeling of her clenching walls, it was just the right conditions for the man to finally blow his load, but not in here, if it was going to be anywhere…quickly pulling his length back out and in her dripping pussy, it only took a few more solid thrusts and they both found their edge. Levi for the second time as her arms and legs clenched tightly around him, the wolf buried himself in the crook of her neck, his arms gripping her thighs suddenly, pubis pushed to full hilt as he emptied himself. They each moaned with a strained sound, clasping onto the other for dear life as they road out their orgasms.

Time seemed to slow as they lay there, gasping for breath and basking in the afterglow of their shared passion. Slowly, Remi pulled out of her dripping quim, his cock throbbing and twitching as he watched droplets of their combined fluids glisten in the faint light. He couldn't help but admire the sight of his lover, her skin glistening with sweat, white hair mussed and lips swollen from their frenzied lovemaking.

"Fuck, that was..." Levi's voice trailed off, her breath still heavy with exertion. "That was..." Her eyes fluttered shut, her words lost in a deep sigh.

"Unreal," Remi whispered, brushing a tender kiss across the curve of her neck. “You okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“Even if you did….” They both shared a knowing, playful grin.

“Yeah, honestly, forgot who I was talking to for a second there,” they both laughed in unison, rolling comfortably onto the bed now. Levi finding a home in the crook of his armpit. They cuddled together, naked and slick with their own messy fluids. “You know…I think I’m going to enjoy this body for the week…. just for the fun, one time of it all,” the wolf snickered pulling her in closely.

“Yeah, yeah, well, enjoy it while it lasts because I’m never drinking one of Blythe’s potions blindly ever again!” The cat huffed shaking her head with disappointment. Truthfully, she had known better but, didnt do better. Yet, it wasn’t a total loss, she really did get the experience of a life time.

“Hm, how about, willingly and knowing exactly what we will get out of it?” Remi asked curiously brushing her forehead with the tip of his nose teasingly.

“We’ll see….We’ll see…” the leopard giggled in response, rolling her eyes with amusement, nudging him with her elbow. Remi let out an equally responsive and excited laugh before releasing a quiet, contented sigh, the room falling to silence. They laid there in each other’s arms for a few moments before the dark haired man looked back down with mischevious glowing greens. “What?” Levi asked, her gaze perking up to view his.

“Round two?”

The End…?

Authors Notes: HNNNGGGG 🫠🫠🫠🫠 hearing feminine praises from Remi is so *woof woof BARK BARK* anyway I hope yall enjoyed this I might make more of Fem!Levi 😉🫠😎

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thekinkyleopard · 1 month

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Okayyyy WIP 2

I’m lazy and don’t wanna make a new post

I have the Nonny Svelex Snz in my drafts I’m like 1.5k words in

As well as Zeroh / Onyx snz in my brain castle haven’t started plz forgive

I got my wisdom teeth pulled out yesterday and a bunch of bullshit I gotta deal with this week so I’ll try to get these out in the next two weeks 🫡 same with the OC interviews!

Kezzi Update

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Hey everyone 🥰🫶🏻 I have had severe writers block, every time I open up a draft, it’s just dialup sounds. However!! I’ve had some inspiration as of late so here is a WIP update

The Sagening - BlyFry Snz

Opposite Day - Fem!Levi X Remi No Snz

SnzOver - A group fic Blythe, Freya, Kriia, Meeko and Connie Snz

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That is all I have that I’m currently motivated to write and work on so ….huzzah! Those will be trickling out this month 🫡 maaaaaybe SnzFire part ….5? …6? Whatever. Maybe that too 🫣

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thekinkyleopard · 1 month

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MY NEW GHOSTY BABY !!!

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Get to know: Onyx Mintz

(Owned by @thekinkyleopard )

18 (109; dead for 91 years) // GenderFluid // He/They/She // Asexual // Half Elf Ghost

Full name: Onyx Mintz

Nickname: Ony, Yix

Date Of Birth: unknown

Big Three: Cancer 🌞 Cancer 🌙 Cancer ↗️

Physical Appearance —

Age: 109 years old. (Died at 18)

Eye Color: fully white

Hair Color: Pale purple and green

Weight: weightless

Height: 5’4

Race: Half Elf Spirit

Distinguishing Marks or Characteristics: usually wears two peach colored clips in their hair, large scar over their left eye, as well as their throat, snake bite piercings, and a nose piercing on the left side.

Personality —

Greatest Strength: Their empathetic nature to understand everyone and everything

Greatest Weakness: Their inability to be kind or understand themselves

Soft Spot: Amara, animals, Zeroh, their mother

Mannerisms/Traits: shy, emotional, twitchy, bases all their choices and decisions upon Zeroh and Amara’s approvals

Miscellaneous Trivia —

Onyx really loves chess, it was their favorite game to play, their mom taught them and they used to play together when they were a kid

Onyx’s pronouns typically change between whatever gender they’re representing that day. As they’re not tied to a mortal flesh they can easily transform their body to the gender representation of their choosing

Onyx loves birds, one reason they become so attached to Amara is because they’ve always had a strong connection to them, they used to often feed the local park pigeons and crows on Sunday afternoons before their death

Onyx’s death was violent, and traumatic, their spirit stayed behind because before the elf passed they had no idea who they were or what they even desired in life, feeling incomplete, unfinished and unsatisfied. So long as Onyx never finds the answers to these questions, they’re stuck on the mortal plane for the rest of eternity.

Normally, Onyx can’t really be bothered for sex, or sexual attractions since they’re dead and have no real blood flow, but upon connecting with Zeroh, and being exposed to his sneezes, they find themselves feeling sexual attraction again.

Sneeze Content —

ALLERGIES/TRIGGERS

Dust

Being walked through

Mold

How severe are they?

Severe when exposed to triggers but it’s a quick one, two maybe three, and then they’re done

Do they get sick often?

No, they’re dead, they don’t really have an immune system. That doesn’t mean anything next to a Remi cold though.

How bad is it usually?

Pretty bad, puts them out of commission, they don’t really understand what alien virus that wolf carries, but it can knock them right off their feet

Do they stifle?

No, they’re incapable of knowing when a sneeze is coming it just sort of blasts out of them quickly

How loud are their sneezes?

Loud to Zeroh and Amara and Syphus, but no one else because they only reveal themselves naturally to those 3. Any other instance of them sneezing they’d do hidden in the veil. (Alistar and Kanai can see them through the veil)

What do they sneeze into?

The open air like a sicko 😏

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?

hIH’IKTSHhh’uuh!

hh'kTShuhhH!

hh'ItChUhhH!

hh’kTShuhHh!

Backstory —

Onyx was born to a teen mom, Lorna Mintz Fitzgerald (Mintz was her maiden name and the surname she gave Onyx) in 1913. One of several women in her decade to be “sold” off, to her own father’s best friend. She was 16 and the man was 37. Forced to wed and carry his spawn before he was shipped off to the war, a slight bright side to Lorna’s new, forced life. They lived a rather comfortable existence, everything paid for through her husband’s services in the military. She and Onyx were close, and despite her young age, she was an attentive and loving mother. Supportive. They were best friends even into his young adulthood, where things started to get muddy. Onyx loved gender expression, they would often dress up in their mother’s clothes and use her makeup and go out on the town with their friends in such attire. Lorna never wavered. With all the love she had in the world, it went to Onyx, and home was always a safe place. Only a mere two weeks after Onyx’s 18th birthday, he was on his way home after having been out drinking with friends, dressed rather flamboyantly that night. Inhibitions out the window, the sense of self preservation burnt to a crisp, didn’t even register for a moment they’d been followed home. *TRIGGER WARNING* what proceeded that night was a series of horrific events after another. After the group of men broke in after Onyx, they tied them up and made him witness horrific things being done to his mother, only to switch her places and be forced to watch as they did the same to Onyx but instead in a string of slurs and violent assaults, murdered the young elf in cold blood to punish her for allowing Onyx to experiment with gender and sexuality. For trying to give them the space to discover who they were. She tried, and after they left, after Onyx’s death, she locked herself away in that house. She made attempt after attempt to communicate with the lost soul of her child that she knew wandered the walls of their domicile. She pleaded with the gods, tried to beg the devils, but Onyx was always there to make sure his mother /lived/. Ignoring her pleas, her calls, her cries. If she knew he was there, if she knew she could be with him, so he wasn’t alone, she would. So he stayed there with a metaphorical brick wall between him and his best friend, until one night, when she turned 93, a very tall, interesting looking man entered their home. Shyly, Onyx had watched from the shadows though immediately seen by the raven he arrived with. It was when the tall man reached to place a hand upon her that Onyx cried out to him. Pleading with him to stop but Zeroh explained, it was simply her time. Understanding immediately the weight of the situation, Zeroh thought it may help Onyx pass over if they came with Lorna and him, to the light. So, they all went together. And Lorna held her child for the last time, apologized for not protecting him, and was able to pass peacefully through the veil, but still Onyx stayed behind. “Please, don’t make me go back there alone…” the ghost begged of the reaper, who eventually sighed and nodded. Accepting their new journey together.

#onyx mintz #geezieart #snz ocs #0nyx #snzblr #snzfucker #snezblr #snz #snz kink #sneeze kink

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thekinkyleopard · 1 month

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Guys Im seriously so fucking feral for my newest Reaper OC, Zeroh and the raven spirit that follows him around

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So here’s his first snz art ఌ︎

#geezieart #zeroh osiris #amara the raven #snz ocs #snzblr #snzfucker #snezblr #snz #snz kink #sneeze kink

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thekinkyleopard · 1 month

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Me: Okay, Brain. Think about what happens next in this chapter.

Brain: *Skips three chapters ahead*

Me: No, no. This one, this chapter, the one we are writing right now.

Brain:.......*47 scenes forward*

Me: NO

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thekinkyleopard · 1 month

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The Sagening

A Blythe and Freya Canon Snz Fic

A sudden realization dawned on the Fallen as she caught the subtle shift in Blythe's demeanor. Was it possible that her embarrassing sneezing fit had caused a spark within her lover’s loins?

“B-Blythe that’s..” hesitating to finish her own sentence, still unused to be so open.

“Don’t be shy…it’s me,” bringing a hand down she tilts the woman’s head up by her chin with a single index and thumb.

“Please,” the succubus begged in a whisper as the words caused her angel to shudder once more.

“I-…H—eHH’TSHiEW!” Blythe breathed in heavily, as if the flying particles of spittle that hit her face despite Fry’s attempt to cover herself, were the oxygen to which she breathed.

“As you’ve always been mine..” the fallen gasped, tilting her head back as her girlfriend found herself busy beneath her jaw, marking the flesh that belonged to her.

"I love you so much, Blythe," she whispered, her voice shaky as only the sounds of their labored breaths echoed the space instead of their pleasured mewls.

The End

Author’s Notes: AHHH IM SO GAAAY I couldn’t stop, literally it just kept going. They’re so fucking hot 🥵🫠🫠🫠 FJSJALW this is my new favorite I’ve written. Idc idc.

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