(MINORS DNI) This is my sneeze fetish blog where I post and indulge in various fantasy scenarios about women sneezing. I only post about female sneezes. If you're looking for male ones, keep moving. Sometimes I'll write sneezefics about my favorite fandoms or about my my OCs, so if that interests you, then please have a look around.
He/Him Hetero
Adult Toru Hagakure (Clean Lineart with colour and shaded) commission for @autoknight01-nsfw.
Based on the Twitter trend (shadow hand bra), Mina called Hagakure to try it on, unaware that she has photic sneeze reflex (or ACHOO syndrome), so the light will bring a new photo to remember.
*MY HERO ACADEMIA IS PROPERTY OF KOHEI HORIKOSHI AND SHONEN JUMP. DO NOT USE THIS STORY FOR AI TRAINING*
“Why the hell do they have to always run?”
That was the question Yu Takeyama AKA Mount Lady asked herself as she stomped carefully through the city in pursuit of a villain. It was hardly worth losing sweat over, just some no name robbing a jewelry store to make a quick buck. But his getaway driver had a quirk that could let anything he grabbed phase through objects, including other cars on the road. Quirks these days really were bullshit.
Speed wasn’t exactly Mount Lady’s forte, but she was the closest hero in the area and she responded quickly. Turning giant did allow her some enhanced speed, enough to keep up with the car itself, but the idea for how she was gonna stop the damn thing was beyond her. She was already stepping as carefully as she could to avoid damaging parts of the city. She couldn’t put her foot down in front of it. The car would just phase right through and keep going. She could keep pursuit, but she needed backup if she wanted to stop these guys before they got too far.
“This is Mount Lady!” She shouted into her ear communicator as she kept running. “I’m in pursuit of two jewelry store thieves headed south on the Endoru Highway! Requesting immediate backup! Driver has a phasing quirk! Repeat! Driver has a phasing quirk! Any heroes with-ACK!”
Mount Lady’s thoughts and speech were brought to a grinding halt as she felt her face impact with multiple small objects. Turning around, she saw a flock of birds had scattered around her head and flew off in another direction when she swatted a hand at them.
“Mount Lady! What happened? Are you alright?”
That was one of her sidekicks on the other side of the call. Bringing her finger back up to her ear, the giant heroine responded and began to turn back to the highway.
“I’m fine! Villain is still driving on….on…..ngh! H-eh….w-what the…”
Before she could finish her sentence, Mount Lady was rudely interrupted by the feeling of a massive tickle spreading inside her nose. Not only that, it felt like something was moving in there.
Oh shit. One of the birds got up her nose and was probably stuck.
Now she could feel the many many feathers on its body frantically rubbing against the walls of her nasal passage trying to get free. Normally whenever a sneeze would creep up on Mount Lady while she was giant, she would just pinch her nose and that would usually quell the itch. But if she did that, she would probably squish the bird and she did not want that inside of her nostril.
“H-heh….heh…..sh-shit….bird up my nose!” She managed to get out. “I’m gonna sneeze!”
“What?! Hold it in!” The sidekick shouted.
“C-caaahhh….can’t! Bird…w-woh…won’t….stop flapping!”
An index finger went under Mount Lady’s nose as she stumbled away from the chase and started to make her way towards the ocean. There was a beach nearby. If she could let loose there, the damage would just be a temporary closure of the beach for cleanup. That was doable. But her giant sneezes could level a city block if they blew out of her in the wrong place.
“Heh…headed for…heh…heeehhh….Buh…Bespin Beach! Heh! Heh…Oh god it’s coming!”
“Already getting in contact with nearby heroes and police to evacuate the beach! Get there before your nose wins!”
Trying to move while stuck in a pre-sneeze daze was always a challenge. Slowly Mount Lady could feel her nose stealing away all control of her body. Even lifting a leg could become an uphill battle while she was in combat with her sinuses. Every breath she took only made the desire to sneeze stronger. Down below, she could hear the citizens of Japan either running away, or whipping out their phones for a photo or video.
“Heh….g-get out of the way! Can’t you….see that I…hehh…..heeeehhh……..oh…n-no….no….h-hold it! Heh….H-hold it! HOLD IT!”
That index finger rubbed furiously as the bird’s wings flapped like mad, trying to get free from whatever forest of nose hair it had gotten trapped in within the deep contours of her nasal cavity. Mount Lady now was struggling to keep her eyes open as the sneeze built closer to its zenith. Just a few more giant steps, and she’d be in the clear.
“Heeeehhhh……heeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhh….HEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHH!!!!!!”
Those breaths of hers were now echoing throughout the district like an alarm. The last thing Mount Lady could make out before her eyes slammed shut were police cars and heroes at the beach evacuating the citizens, giving her clearance to let loose.
The battle was lost, and Mount Lady’s poor nose not only freed the bird from her nostril, but also let loose a torrent of wind that impacted right into the top of a skyscraper that was still being constructed. The entire top half went flying forward and spread across the beach and into the ocean, embedding into the sand and water like knives.
As the sneeze subsided, so did Mount Lady’s size. Her quirk now off and her nose satisfied, she rushed forward, horrified by what she may have just done. Did she hurt anyone? Or worse?
Thankfully, no.
The beach was cleared on time and the building was on the edge of the city enough to where all the debris she sneezed away fell on no other parts of the city. She held out just long enough to avoid a catastrophe.
Unfortunately not long enough to avoid an insurance compensation from the owners of the building being constructed.
Tags/Warnings: f sneezes, cold/illness, magic sneezes, fluff, no smut.
Summary: Part 9.
PART 9
Day four of her sneezy, sniffling head cold had turned her once-cosy cottage into a chaotic mess of magical misfires. Blankets floated in mid-air, cups turned into cats, and the teapot had developed a habit of teleporting to the roof whenever anyone mentioned tea. And poor Luna, 24-year-old witch extraordinaire, couldn't do a thing about it – every time she sneezed, her magic sparked like a firework.
“Hehh-SHHOO!”
POP!
The lamp beside the couch turned into a small tree with hummingbirds circling it. Luna groaned and collapsed into her mountain of pillows.
“Bless you,” said Miles gently from the kitchen. Her mortal boyfriend had been doing his best to take care of her, despite the unpredictable magical landmine her sneezes had made of their home.
He emerged carrying a steaming bowl of soup – floating two inches above his hands for safety. His dark hair was tousled, his glasses fogged from the kitchen steam, and his expression was full of equal parts patience and awe.
Luna peeked up at him with glassy eyes.
“I feel like a disaster.”
“Okay so maybe you're a little bit of a disaster,” he said, kneeling beside her with a smile. “But you're a very cute one.”
Luna sniffled miserably.
“I can't even sneeze without hexing the furniture. Yesterday I turned your socks into goldfish.”
“I liked the goldfish.”
She blinked at him, lips twitching in a reluctant smile – just as her nose twitched with a new sneeze building.
“No, no, no–” she gasped, fanning a hand in front of her face, but it was no use.
“Aaaahh...SHIEWW!!”
This time, the sneeze sent glittering sparks across the room, and suddenly the couch sprang up on chicken legs and sprinted into the hallway, squawking like a hen.
“Sorry,” she croaked, mortified. Miles sighed, set the soup down (it floated politely), and sat beside her on the now-empty floor. He pulled her into his lap, unbothered by the way her hair crackled faintly with leftover magic.
“You know what I think?” he said, brushing a hand through her hair.
“That you’ve lost your mind for dating a sneezy magical biohazard?”
“I think,” he continued, ignoring her. “that this is just part of loving a witch. Cursed furniture, airborne teacups, and all.”
Luna buried her face in his hoodie.
“I turned the toaster into a duck. It keeps demanding bread.”
“I'll talk to it,” Miles said with perfect seriousness. She laughed, then groaned rubbing her temple.
“Ow. Even laughing hurts.”
“Then rest, baby girl,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I'll keep you warm. And if the bookshelf starts singing again, I’ll handle it.”
With a flick of her hand, Luna summoned a tissue to her nose. She sighed and leaned against him.
Maybe being sick wasn’t the worst thing in the world – as long as she had someone to catch the soup and calm the ducks.
At least until she sneezed again.
***
Luna sniffled and blinked blearily at the fireplace, which was now quietly burping bubbles instead of smoke.
“I think the fever’s down,” she murmured. “But my nose is starting to feel like it’s planning something.”
Miles raised an eyebrow.
“Like what?”
She gave him a pained, foreboding look.
“Like a fit.”
Miles panicked immediately.
“No, no, no – Luna, maybe we should get you outside. Or to a magic containment field? Do you have one of those?”
She opened her mouth to respond, but–
“Aaaahhh-CHHUUH!”
CRACK!
A loud pop echoed through the room as the rug rolled itself into a burrito and scooted under the coffee table.
“Okay, okay,” Miles said, backing up with wide eyes. “That’s one. You good?”
Luna held up a trembling finger.
“Not… not done – huhhh… Hehh-CHHHHHuhh! Hehhh-CHHUUUHH!”
ZAP!
The lights flickered violet, and the bookshelf flung open like a stage curtain, revealing a group of frogs in tiny tuxedos singing barbershop harmonies.
Miles stared.
“We’re definitely not good.”
Luna was fully in the throes of it now, sniffling and squinting, nose twitching uncontrollably. She grabbed a handful of tissues, but they turned into doves and flew away as soon as she touched them.
“HehhhCHHuuuhhh! EHhhTCHHHHhh! Aahh-CHHHuhh!”
BAM! CRASH! ZING!
A chandelier turned into a disco ball.
All the mugs stacked themselves into a tiny, porcelain golem who began waltzing with a coat rack, and poor Miles found himself very suddenly wearing a very frilly Victorian ball gown.
He blinked, looked down at the lace and ruffles, and sighed.
“You okay?” Luna wheezed from where she had collapsed into a pile of glitter and feathers.
“Define ‘okay,’” he said dryly, tugging at the corset strings. “But I’ll survive.”
“I think it’s… done,” she whispered.
The air shimmered with residual magic. The frogs gave a final “ba-da-dum!” and vanished in a puff of pink smoke. Silence fell.
Then the sofa – now back from its chicken-legged adventure – tiptoed back into the room like a scolded dog and flopped gently to the floor.
Miles sat down beside her again, brushing her hair back.
“You good?”
Luna nodded groggily.
“I hate sneezing.”
“I kind of love it,” Miles said with a grin. “Not only are you seriously cute when you get all twitchy, but it’s like living in a cartoon dimension for five seconds.”
She gave him a long, exhausted look.
“You’re not right in the head.”
“And yet, still the sanest person in this room.”
She sneezed once more – just a small, polite tchhoo! – and a halo of butterflies circled her head before settling in her tangled hair.
Miles kissed her cheek.
“You’re magic, Luna. Even when you’re a sneezy apocalypse.”
“Stop buttering me up," she rolled her eyes, but she was smiling faintly.
“Want some tea?” He offered.
“That sounds amazing,” she said gratefully. "But if the teapot’s on the roof again, I’m not flying up there to get it.”
“Understood. I’ll negotiate with it.”
And with that, he left to find the teapot while Luna curled back into the couch, already dozing off under a blanket that had started humming lullabies.
Scenario where a person has had a relentless tickle in their nose all day and has to rush home knowing their sneezes are too messy and loud for public. Somehow they managed to keep from sneezing until they get home. Home, alone, they can let out their sneezes as explosively and wetly as they like.
Unbeknownst to them there were tiny borrower like beings doing their usual rounds in the house and not expecting the human of the home to return home so early.
That human is coming right their way, fast, buildups already escalating as they prepare to let all those pent up sneezes rip. Now these minuscule beings find themselves right in the line of fire.
Hi everyone! My allergies are worse than ever today! I was walking in the garden at work and my nose started itching! Thank goodness I was alone and I was able to let it all out. I really can't stop. Want to hear my stories of sneezes at work? Some are so embarrassing!
I know the F/M pairing is not a very popular one in the snz and caretaking community, and because my brain is dumb, it seems like it's all I've wanted these past few years because I can't get it. So I'd love to find that little niche if it exists on here 😅
Reblog if you're into F/M caretaking content, fics, scenarios, etc., where the F is sneezing/sick and the M is blessing/caretaking!
Sorry for being late, here are more sketches from Sneezetember, hope you like it:
First we have Sylvia (Handler) from SpyxFamily working while dealing a sneeze fit from her cold (she is not very good at stifling them).
And then we have Verosika Mayday from Helluva Boss
receiving an unwanted gift from her ex, meanwhile her fans are there to see an incredible show.
I will keep drawing a few more request meanwhile I'm working on personal stuff and commissions.
These aren't dandelions, I think they're some kind of thistle, but the puffs blow apart very easily, and I thought it would be fun to make a short little video like this 🤧
I see this sort of thing in other blogging communities but haven't run across it elsewhere. So here, some snz-themed asks you can answer yourself, or have your followers ask you.
REMINDER: this is for the snzkink communities. Minors and vanillas do not interact.
QUESTIONS ABOUT THE SNZBLOGGER:
What was the first piece of media that made you realize you had a kink? ("Fascinations" as a child don't count here, this is your completely aware awakening.)
RE Media, as in fiction: what is your most recent fix?
RE Media, creating: what kind of snz content are you currently seeking out? snz fic, art, audio, video, etc?
Do you create things? What do you make? (Again, snzfic, art, wavs, videos etc)
What are some of your favorite tropes / themes?
What, if any, appeals to you in real life?
What is your dream scenario, either to read / see or hear / watch in real time?
What tropes / scenarios do you love in fiction that you would hate in person?
What do you like that's pretty standard?
What don't you like that's pretty standard?
Describe your favorite symptom(s). BONUS: explain why you enjoy your favorite symptom(s).
Colds vs Allergies (you knew it was coming) and why.
What snz-adjacent things do you love? EX: handkerchiefs, tissues, warm blankets, stolen hoodies, comfort items etc.
If you're into inducing, what are your favorite methods? If only in specific scenarios, feel free to clarify.
What are your top favorite ways to engage with your kink, by which I mean reading, looking at art, listening to .wavs / videos, browsing tumblr / forums etc.
What are your top two (you can add more, but at least two) things you like to do most on snzblr? EX: creating new things, enjoying things other people made, sharing headcanons, lurking etc
What was the tipping point that made you want to make a fetish blog?
How many blogs are you following? BONUS: Are they all snz blogs?
What would you like to see more of, and are you trying to promote / add more of that into the community?
How long have you been in some form of the snz community? (Forums, Livejournal / Insanejournal / Dreamwidth, personal websites, webrings, something else.) BONUS: What was your favorite format and why?
That's it for now, I hope you enjoy! Try to send in an ask to whoever you reblog it from, at least.
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