[bitterflowers]

sorry for being h*rny but im thinking abt a woman putting her arms around me from behind & pressing her face into the place between my neck and my shoulder ... so i can feel her breath waver uncertainly against my skin as she nuzzles into me, trying & failing to rub away a building tickle. & hear her moan softly with irritation, then hitch softly in my ear. & feel her jerk & involuntarily clutch me tighter as she stifles against me 🤤

[follkyou]

can’t sleep and so im thinking about someone who gets turned on by the feeling of sneezing & they’re having really bad hayfever and their partner is teasing them relentlessly about it while they try really hard to not sneeze and also to not get horny (it doesn’t work)

[follkyou]

seriously v hot when someone has a really harsh, forceful “HHAHDT—!!” but then the rest of their sneeze is stifled or suppressed and then they just exhale out a little breathy and desperate “schhhhew…” like for real idk why but that sends me over the motherfucking edge of a cliff into an icy cold ocean of sexiness

[follkyou]

im so horny for colds right now. like really sneezy colds. like colds that send the sufferer into long hitchy, gasping fits. with tons of buildup before the first sneeze but then once they get going the sneezes just keep coming and they literally can’t!! stop!! like wtf sneezing in fits due to a cold is the hottest thing in the world to me rn.

[snzdreams]

Just thinking about an expressive but almost silent buildup, someone who is so obvious in the tilting back of their head, flaring nostrils, open mouth, even looking up without making much noise at all. Bonus points if the quiet buildup has a startlingly loud sneeze, one that bends them over at the waist

!!!

[terrestrialyarn]

Also, when somebody makes an effort to hold off a sneeze just long enough to grab a tissue/ step away from a hug/ generally be considerate, and the result is to extend the build-up into a series of increasingly short, desperate gasps?

I’m all for that.

[themiseryandcompany]

“Were you gonna tell me that you’re not feeling well or did you want me to pretend like I didn’t notice?”

[snezandsickheadcanons]

characters with a certain calm gracefulness to them. a kind, gentle, scholarly type who manages to to seem refined even when sick with a bad cold. they’re stuck in bed, nose red and chapped, but they smile idly as they flip through their thick book, occasionally pausing to cough into their fist

when they feel a sneeze coming or their nose starts to run, they set down the book onto their lap and grab a tissue or their handkerchief from the bedside table. the sneezes are about as soft and composed as they are, even if they’re a lot wetter than usual. even if they momentarily leave the character breathless, they simply clear their throat, blow their nose, and return to their book without a whine

once in awhile they’ll grab their cup of hot tea from the nightstand, inhaling the soothing stream through their mouth since their nose is clogged before taking a sip. the warmth coats their sore throat, and with a pleased hum they place their mug back down 

even as their fever fills them with chills, they simply wrap a blanket or shawl tighter around their shoulders. perhaps they’ll take a nap in a bit, but for now, they’ll keep reading

[atchew]

have y’all seen that t!ktok trend of girls going “you have to be sick to like it when girls are mean to you... achoo” 😳😳😳

[sneezegalaxy]

When will a girl sit in my lap, straddle me, and sneeze directly into my collarbone

[kaijusnz]

I want to make a girl sneeze so bad 😫

[pollenfeathers]

a specific, extremely h0rny thought that i struggled to word for a looong time today:

someone (a masc lesbian <3) giving their girl head. it's early in the realationship and they're a little clumsy but getting into it... and then they start needing to sneeze.

they're trying to ignore it but the urge isn't going away. their girl is holding on to their hair for dear life, her legs are shaking, she's so wet and they can tell she's close and they really, really don't want to ruin this-

but eventually they have to pull away in a desperate gasp because god their nose tickles so fucking much. their eyes are watering and they can't even apologize before they interrupt their concerned partner with an urgent-sounding sneeze (or five).

they're mortified afterwards, of course, but their girl is quick to reassure them that it's okay.

(the enthusiastic fucking that follows makes them think it's maybe a little more than okay.)

[lavsnz]

if you’re a wlw or nblw & want wlw or nblw friends in the snzfucker community reblog or comment or like because i desperately want to find more like me!!

[lilies-and-hyacinths]

Day 8: Steam

Fandom: Castlevania (Trevor)

Summary: Trevor has a sinus infection that’s driving everyone mad. Alucard uses his medical expertise to help. (Mentions of mess.)

~

“Breathe it in,” Alucard instructed, draping the towel over Trevor’s head.

Trevor scowled and sniffled thickly. He was holding a wooden bowl full of steaming water, at Alucard’s instruction, and there was another steaming bowl on the floor, which his feet were soaking in. “What the fuck are you, a doctor?” he asked sarcastically, immediately mortified by how his rock-hard congestion garbled his words and made them near-incomprehensible. He had been avoiding his “n”s and “m”s for days.

“My mother was,” Alucard bit back, though his hands on Trevor’s shoulders remained light and gentle. “Now breathe in the fucking steam, you cretin, unless you want that sinus infection to get even worse.”

“Sinduses,” Trevor grumbled, grimacing at how stuffy he sounded. God, the pounding sensation in his face just wouldn’t cease. “‘Oh, look at mbe, I’m a fandcy half-vambpire, half-doctor. I use big words and I kndow everything.’”

Alucard snickered. “Are you calling me a genius now, Belmont?”

“Hell ndo,” Trevor said, but he leaned over the steam and breathed it in anyway. He was sick of feeling sick, sick of not being able to breathe or pronounce anything correctly, and he’d do anything at this point for a cure that didn’t involve Sypha’s chicken broth. He loved the woman passionately, but she could not cook.

“Good man,” Alucard said approvingly, clapping him on the shoulder. “Just keep breathing. It will hit you in a few seconds.”

“What will hit me,” Trevor went to ask, but he had barely got out more than a syllable when he felt it: a piercing, agonizing tickle, which barely allowed him enough time to clench his hands around the wooden bowl, trying to keep it from sloshing hot water onto his lap, before it overwhelmed him.

“hisshhsshheww!”

To his horror, he immediately felt the product of the sneeze. The congestion that had taken up residence in his sinuses, immovable and thick, was suddenly going all loose and wet and drippy, forcing its way out of his nostrils in two streaming pools. Not to mention, he was too busy holding the bowl to cover the sneeze, so he’d had to spray it out over his lap.

“Isn’t that better?” Alucard asked smugly.

But Trevor was already sneezing again, too hard to answer. “hisshhhshooo! isshhshooo! …ISSHH! huh… huh-huh-HUH… eisshhshhooo!”

Still bent over his lap with his eyes screwed shut, Trevor felt rather than saw Alucard take the towel off his head and the bowl of hot water from his hands. The dhampir left the one soaking his feet, though the steam rising from that didn’t seem to be affecting him as badly.

A cloth was pressed into his hands, and Trevor took it and wiped the snot off his face, still gasping for breath. He caught a glimpse of it when he dared to open his eyes, and cringed at the unhealthy greenish color. He was suddenly very glad that Sypha wasn’t standing there. She’d seen him at his worst, but that didn’t mean she needed to see him at his most disgusting, he thought.

“There,” Alucard said, a touch more concerned this time. His voice was silky and low in Trevor’s ear, where he stood behind Trevor’s seated form, and the sick man shivered. “I told you this would clear you out.”

Trevor went to blow his nose, but had to stop midway through when that only encouraged another phantom sneeze. “huh… ihhh… isshhieeww!” he burst, then immediately segued into blowing his nose again before another sneezing attack could hit him.

“You,” he bit out in panting breaths, once he was reasonably sure he was done sneezing for now, “are a fucking menace to the medical profession, Tepes.”

Alucard laughed, then.

“And,” Trevor added, with a smirk and a sniffle, “a terrifying mother hen.”

“Excuse me?”

“You shove me in this chair, make me breathe in steam, try to get me better faster,” Trevor pointed out. It had worked, a bit—he sounded much less congested, and the pounding headache had left him for now, though his nose was running like a waterfall. “It’d be almost sweet, if you hadn’t just nearly killed me through nasal detonation, you mad fucking bastard.”

Alucard sputtered, offended by the implication that he cared. “I did not—I am not mother henning you, you utter moron, I—! I am simply tired of you sniffling and hacking your way through all hours of the night! You’ve been ill for days, I’m simply trying to end my and Sypha’s suffering,” he declared. “We can’t sleep, goddamn it.”

Trevor grinned and sniffled into the cloth he’d been given, then let loose a final, viciously wet sneeze. “hiesshhieww!”

“You are a plague on this earth,” Alucard informed him. “I mean that in a literal and metaphorical sense.”

Trevor gave him an innocent look. “What’s a metaphor?”

Alucard groaned, shoved the steaming bowl back into Trevor’s lap, and threw his hands up in exasperation. “Breathe that in. Maybe you’ll drown in your own mucus and I’ll be free of your bullshit,” he growled, stalking out of the room.

After a moment of feeling self-satisfied of his ability to chase vampires away—with his whip or his sneezing, who cared which method, as long as it worked at the end of the day?—Trevor picked up the bowl and breathed it in again. Already, he could feel how it prickled and teased at his sinuses, threatening to break up the mass of congestion there with another incessant sneezing fit. It promised to continue being messy, and annoying, and ticklish beyond all goddamned belief, but he told himself it would be worth it to be able to breathe properly for a bit. Maybe he would even be able to sleep tonight without sitting up, for the first time in days.

And Alucard never need know that Trevor Belmont had, for once, listened to his advice.

[rosy-bless]

in love with people who have desperate, breathy, unmistakable buildups but still choose to stifle. do they think they're getting away unnoticed? do they think it's impolite to let themselves sneeze openly? can they just not help how needy their hitching breaths sound? what's making them deny themselves the satisfaction of that sneeze they obviously need? so many sexy mysteries to ponder 😌

[sneezingsims]

obsessed w sneezing while driving

[sneezingsims]

assorted concepts:

-1 hand on the wheel and 1 hand holding a tissue, maybe pressing it to your septum to either soak up the mess or in an attempt to stave off another sneeze

-having such a bad fit that you have to pull over

-eyes watering so much you can’t see and having to pull over

-driving in icy or snowy weather while coming down with a cold and having to sneeze down towards your lap or off to the side because you don’t want to risk taking a hand off the wheel

-a partner or a friend in the passenger seat with tissues in hand, knowing the exact right moment to pass you one

-a partner in the passenger seat with tissues in hand but withholding them until you say please and/or are already a mess

-a passenger asks for the heat turned up and the dry air makes your nose dry too and sneeze in a raspy, wrenching way, or they ask to crack a window open when you’re driving through the countryside and it’s allergy time

-you know you’re getting sick and your partner has the kink/is very into the idea of catching something from you so you make sure to direct your tickly, wet and uncovered sneezes all over the steering wheel and gear shift of the car you share

-getting in a quick but desperately needed noseblow at a red light

-trying to quickly prod a stuck sneeze out at a red light while you have a few seconds to give your nose the attention it needs

-starting a road trip not looking worse for wear but by the end you glance yourself in the rearview mirror and feel a little jolt in your gut at how red and raw your nose looks or how swollen and bloodshot your eyes are

[atchew]

having a niche fetish and being a lesbian means I’m gonna have to make the content I want bc no one else will 😤😤😤