Since I've had this fetish since childhood and it doesn't look like it's going anywhere soon, I've decided to stop lurking and see if I can get a bit more involved in the community! But first thing's first, some general information:
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💐My name is Deuce! I'm 27 and use she/they pronouns. I'm a snzfucker and monsterfucker so things may get anatomically loosey-goosey around here
💐Not currently open for rp, but other interactions more than welcome!
💐Please do not reblog to non-fetish blogs
Any original posts will be tagged with #deucetalk, art-specific posts with #snzart, and stories with #snzfic
🌸Written Works Under The Cut🌸
🌹Original Stories🌹
Monstrous Release: (M/F, M snz, gargoyle, SwH)
Miriam and her gargoyle lover Pitch hide their nighttime rendezvous as best they can through Pitch's sensitive nose
The Mage and the Maid: (Part One)(F snz, induced)
A mage experiments with the limits of magic in the form of a wooden nose. They test their theory on their live-in maid, who enjoys being an unwitting test subject probably more than she should
(Part Two)(F snz, NB snz, induced)
The mage finally admits that this experiment has passed the limits of academic
Hadley and the Giant: (F snz, giant, psychosomatic and photic)
Hadley refuses to let a spot of bad weather cancel her first village dance, and seeks help in the form of the local giantess
🌹Fanfiction🌹
Lego Monkie Kid - Rule of Threes: (M snz, Sun Wukong, cold)
Apparently Wukong cancelled MK's training session for a very good reason: he's got a cold and can't control the power of his sneezing
pushing back the tip of a person's nose and holding a flower right against their nostrils making them deeply breath it in. You can watch their nostrils twitch quiver and flare in real time but you don't remove the flower. You want to make sure you get as much in them as possible and all that mess will keep the pollen trapped inside if you make them hold back
I love the concept of sneezing into the thing that is causing you to sneeze. You're tickling your nose with a feather duster AND you use the dusty feathers to sneeze into because they're all right in front of your nose???? Same thing with a bouquet of flowers or something fluffy that would tickle your nose like a big pile of fur or feathers. Perhaps an article of clothing with far too much perfume on it.. ouuhh. The way you'd just sneeze and sneeze and sneeze from this 😵💫🩷
Strength determines how powerful your sneeze is. Not necessarily how loud it is, but how strong; how intense; how desperate your sneezes are.
Dexterity is how quickly you can react to a sneeze, obviously--how quickly you cover, stick a finger under your nose, get a tissue or cloth out, whatever. Also determines how well you can do things while sneezing (like getting a tissue out).
Constitution is how well you can hold back a sneeze. Determines how sensitive you are to different potential irritants, and obviously how good your immune system is. Also how well you can handle illness, of course.
Intelligence is understanding how sneezing works, on terms of mechanical action. It's also a measure of your proficiency for inducing--how much you know about making somebody sneeze (whether yourself or someone else). Understanding how the immune system works, and knowing ways to strengthen and weaken it. Intelligence is knowing that sneezing into your hand spreads disease. Intelligence is knowing that holding a sneeze in is bad for you.
Wisdom is knowing that sneezing into your hand is gross, and that holding in a sneeze sucks. Wisdom is putting two and two together that that facial expression means they have to sneeze. Wisdom is clueing into the fact that one of your companions is sick before they do. Wisdom is hearing somebody sneeze and noticing something unusual about it, like that they're sneezing with more intensity when they get near a certain flower, or that they're especially desperate today. As much as intelligence is know-how for inducing, wisdom is intuition. Wisdom guides you, informs you what areas tickle more and gives you a feel for making someone sneeze.
Charisma is the ability to play off a sneeze; to explain your symptoms away as nothing; to convince others you are fine when you are not. To intimidate your companions into not daring to make light of your illness. To make your sneeze sound cuter, or louder, more obnoxious, quieter, etc. To convince others to take care of you while sick.
I love the idea of someone spending all day holding back sneezes and when they get home they're finally going to let them out and instead they're tortured with stuck sneezes and false starts
Sniffling while hitching drives me absolutely feral
Because that same mess you are sniffing up is going to be on your upper lip in about ten seconds anyways. But continue with your futile little sniffles. So pathetically cute
We all know the classic battle between a nose and a feather, but have you ever taken the time to stop and smell the roses (pun intended) when it comes to it?
The anticipation the nose feels just knowing the feather is near, how every nerve buzzes with a subtle itch
The feeling of the first touch, the moment the nose and the feather touch. How it feels, pleasant, at first. Every part of the feather caressing the nose. And suddenly the touch feels like so much more.
Even though the feather only trails the outside, the nose scrunches, hoping to push off the touch. The touch is so light, it no longer is a touch. It’s a tickle. And as the feather moves to the widened openings of the nose, the tickle spreads up and into the nose.
The feather dances around the nostrils, moving with the flares and the squirming of the nose. The tickle now sends waves of warning. Warning that this beautiful delicate object isn’t as innocent as it seems.
And the warning finds meaning as the feather invites itself into the damp opening, swirling and familiarizing itself with the layout. The clear trail of liquid escaping the nose also begins to make the feather stick to itself as the warm breath picks up, pulling the feather in and out.
But the tickle isn’t enough to make the feather leave. It has only begun its exploration of every crevasse and curve inside the nose. And it is almost like it is being welcomed inside with how wide the nose is making itself for the feather.
But soon, the feather takes note of how wet the area has become, how the breaths have lost their rhythm and become even bigger, and it understands that it may not be wanted right now. So it takes its leave, brushing against the interior as it does so.
But the damage is done. The nose has reached its limit. And now it rids itself of the tickle, expelling all the mess that the feather made with it.
part four! and what's this? a new character showing up in the third act? couldn't be. listen we don't play by the rules here. except when we do. which is not now.
summary: with a bit of difficulty sue is finally able to get raizenauld settled someplace safe and comfortable. they're able to get to know each other a little while sue ponders over how to get this poor sick beast home...
2.5k words, Rated PG, no CWs. Cold sneezes, Dragon!sneeze, Magic!sneeze, Clumsy!sneeze, Blessing sneezes, Light caretaking, M sneeze
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Lo and behold they actually made it through the entire room, the next room, and up the stairs out of the basement before Raizen had to sneeze again.
“h’AATSHYOOie!!”
A shower of sparks crackled and fizzled out in midair as Raizenauld swivelled and landed flat against a wall. He slowly slid to the floor to catch his breath.
“Bless you,” Sue said, closing up the door to the basement and looking down at him softly.
“Thank you,” he sighed into his handkerchief. Sue gave him a minute to recover, then helped him to his feet and led him down the hall. She began leading him up a grand staircase to the second floor, keeping a hand at his back all the while to keep him steady on his feet. The exhaustion seemed to be hitting him pretty fast.
“There now, we've finally made it in, properly. I'll get you settled into my day room, and I'll put up some tea. How does that sound?” she asked.
“ihh–hH! h’ATSHHYUUe!!”
Raizenauld opened his mouth to reply, but a sneeze came out instead, sneaking up on him and nearly taking both of them for a tumble in a shower of sparks, if not for Sue's readiness and strength in supporting him.
“Good catch... Thanks,” Raizenauld panted as he recovered yet again.
“I've got you,” Sue assured him, patting him on the back and getting him steady on his feet.
Sue's day room was quite sunny and airy, with many windows and an extremely high ceiling, and it was just off the stairs’ landing, to the right. Ushering Raizenauld along to it, she put her hands on her hips, considering the place.
“I'd like to offer you a chance to get more comfortable, but I'm not sure of your actual size... Can you tell if you would fit in here?” she asked.
The room wasn't enormous, but perhaps if she moved the coffee table to the side, and shoved the sofas against the walls... depending on how large Raizenauld was it might work...
Raizen looked around curiously, taking in the place, but shook his head, taking a seat and opting to remain human shaped.
“I'm alright. I don't like tight spaces,” he explained.
“Very well, then you just remain as you are. I'll be back in a moment with tea. Can I get you anything else?” she offered. Raizen smiled at her.
“No, you're already being very kind. Thank you,” he said.
As Sue went about her kitchen, she spent some time puzzling over the situation.
The poor beast in her sitting room almost definitely needed sleep, that much was true. He'd as much as admitted he was tired, and he'd been practically dropping with exhaustion by the time she got him sitting down. With the time of things he'd been having recently, Sue could hardly blame him. Being chased by a marauding band of murderous adventurers was bound to cause an adrenaline crash, and flying the span of the ocean three times all told can't have been easy. And the poor dear had a cold on top of it all. That sneezing fit earlier had seemed particularly punishing, too...
But he wouldn't be able to get any sleep if he didn't feel safe to transform. Even some of the oldest and most powerful dragons aren't able to hold their shape if they're truly sleeping, and Sue wasn't quite sure she had any space large enough to house a dragon who doesn't like to be enclosed...
As she pondered over this, making tea, she heard the poor thing sneezing again. At least he wouldn't need to worry about toppling over now that he was sitting down.
Sue was just about ready to bring everything back into the day room when a familiar, friendly voice popped into her head.
‘Hello, Sue, good evening,’ came the voice. ‘Are you free? I was just thinking of popping around to show you what I've been working on lately for the shop. I think you're going to like it.’
Sue's features softened. There's always something so comforting about hearing from your best friend. Smiling, she set down the tea tray on the kitchen counter so that she could respond, taking hold of the little green stone that hung from a thin chain on her neck and running her thumb over it.
‘I have a guest over right now, but I'm sure it would be fine. Just let me tell him you'll be joining us,’ she thought. ‘Actually, it might be for the best you do come, he may be a bit in need of a way home.’
‘Oh, really? Well that does work out well, then. Is he a friend of yours?’ came the reply.
‘In a sense. I'll explain all once you've been properly introduced,’ she thought back.
Taking back up the tea tray, Sue joined Raizenauld again in the sitting room, passing him a teacup and filling it for him.
“I hope you like earl grey. I always find it useful in chasing off a cold,” she said, before pouring herself a cup and having a seat.
Raizen sipped at his tea, sighing at its warmth and sniffling as the steam made his nose run.
“I don't know him. This is very nice though, thank you for the tea. And for having me over, your house is really nice,” he said.
“You don't...? Oh, no you misunderstand. Earl grey is what the tea is called. I'm not sure why, really, I never thought of it. Perhaps someone named Earl Grey discovered it. It's just the flavor of it, is all,” Sue explained.
“Oh, I see,” Raizen said, sipping his tea again quietly.
“Now, I hope you won't mind but I've just heard from a dear friend of mine who'd like to stop by and show me something he's been working on. Would you be alright with that?” she asked, “I know you aren't feeling well, and you've just been through quite the ordeal.”
Raizenauld looked up from his tea and tilted his head in thought.
“Is he nice?” he asked, giving a sniffle.
Sue's face lit up with a warm smile.
“He is, Eduin's the nicest person I know. And he's very accepting of others, you wouldn't have anything to worry about with him where your nature is concerned,” she said.
Raizenauld tilted his head farther.
“My... nature? Oh, because I'm a dragon? Is that what you mean?” he asked. Sue gave him a nod.
“I know for a fact he's alright with dragons. One of my housemates—he must be off somewhere right now—but he's a dragon as well and they've only ever gotten along nicely,” she explained.
Raizenauld smiled, relaxing back a bit in his seat with his tea.
“That's nice. I think that should be fine, then. I won't mind,” he said. Sue smiled back, glad to have things coming together smoothly and pleased for the opportunity to see her friend.
“I'll just let him know, then,” she said, reaching for the telepathy stone around her neck.
Raizenauld sat straight as another realization hit him.
“Wait, you're housemates with a dragon?” he exclaimed nervously, “He won't mind me being here, will he? I don't want to encroach on his space. I should go. I should probably— eihh– oh no...”
Raizenauld cut himself off mid-panic, wiggling his nose and sniffling as another sneeze started coming on.
“heiHh! snffh! hhHHhhEIHHhhh—!! hAHHTSSHHYUE!!”
Sue collected his teacup at the last minute to help keep it from spilling, and now she laid a hand on Raizenauld's shoulder, a reassurance that he should stay right where he was, collapsed into her couch cushions and not off running himself ragged someplace else.
“It's alright. Montie isn't going to mind if I have a friend over. Even another dragon,” Sue said, adding this last as Raizenauld seemed to want to protest. “He understands that this is a space we share, and he's very friendly and curious besides that. If he gets back while you're still here I suspect I'll have to warn him off you with your cold.”
“Oh,” Raizenauld said, taking this in. “Is he very young?”
Sue passed Raizenauld back his tea and settled back down into her seat, now that he didn't seem on the verge of fleeing.
“No, I don't think so. He is very small and he doesn't talk, and I've never seen him take another shape, so I can't ask him his age, but he's also very bright and clever, and he seems to be fully grown,” she said. “At least in all the time I've known him he hasn't grown an inch. I'm given to understand that young dragons grow very quickly, so I don't believe him to be a youth. I think he's just very quiet.”
Raizenauld nodded and sipped his tea, once again relaxing a little.
“Some dragons are like that,” he said. Another thought struck him and he tilted his head at her then, considering her. “Are you... his? Does he keep you?” he asked.
Sue laughed, the sound like an old crow who'd just played a joke on someone.
“No, no. We're friends, companions that's all. Montie doesn't keep humans, no. We just share a space,” she said.
Raizenauld smiled and nodded his understanding, sipping some more of his tea. He looked around at the sitting room, then, searching it, peering curiously at everything in a new light.
“Does he keep a collection?” he asked, sniffling.
Sue nodded.
“He does, yes, down next to his den. You don't need to worry about disturbing it here,” she said.
Raizenauld let his breath out in a sigh. He nodded and settled back into the couch more comfortably again. Sue patted him on the knee.
“You're safe here, I promise you,” she said. “You can relax. Now, I'm just going to let my friend know it's alright to come over, this will only take a moment.”
Once again she took up her necklace, running her thumb over the stone pendant.
‘Alright, now you're free to visit. I've let my guest know you'll be over. We're in the sitting room, but perhaps it would be best if you arrived into the entryway... He's been through quite a lot and he's a bit jumpy from it I think,’ she thought.
‘I might be a moment,’ came the response, a few moments later. ‘The last person into my shop was ... ... ... Pardon me. They ... ... They were wearing this strong perfume, and it–oh again ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... I'm going to need a minute.’
Sue sighed, still smiling fondly. That was her Eduin. Always something with that man.
‘Take your time, dear. We're just having some tea, there's no rush,’ she responded.
Dropping the stone, aloud she said, “I'm afraid he's been held up, but he'll be joining us for tea in a little while.”
Raizenauld was looking at her curiously, or more accurately he was looking at her pendant.
“Does your friend live in that rock?” he said, and then, “He must be small if he does.”
Sue couldn't help but chuckle at the notion.
“You have the most creative ideas. No, dear, this is a telepathy stone,” she explained. “Basically, it lets me communicate with him no matter where he is, using our minds. It's very convenient for someone who travels as much as he does. I enchanted the set, myself, a very long time ago.” “
Oh, that must be nice,” Raizen responded. Sue nodded her agreement.
“Very nice, indeed. More tea?” she offered, seeing Raizenauld's cup nearly empty.
He smiled back at her, obviously pleased by the attentiveness and care.
“Yes, please,” he said, holding his cup out for her to refill.
With the opportunity at last for Raizen to rest someplace comfortable, and without sneezing every minute or so, Sue had the chance to get to know him a little better.
Ordinarily, he taught choir, band, and orchestra at a university near his home in Praglyn, and when not in this role he mostly acted as a conductor for the local heritage theater. Raizenauld, as it turned out, was actually quite skilled and talented when it came to matters of music and instruments, and had quite the collection of his own instruments in his home on the large hill that overlooked the city.
“I love it up there,” he said. “You can— hh- hhuh! hATSSCHhue!! snf! ‘Scuse me. You can play anything to your heart's content and the neighbors never come knocking. Mostly because there aren't any neighbors. Or at least no one close enough to come and knock.”
“Bless you,” Sue said. “So is that what you keep, then? Musical instruments?”
Raizen tilted his head thoughtfully.
“Partly. I mean I definitely do, but they're only part of my collection,” he said. “I keep music, really. Musical instruments, yes, but also musical experiences. I just love going to concerts, snffh! ballets, musical theatre, oh and pubs have some wonderful musical guests at times too! Oh and records, I love records, and record players, phonographs—Anything that makes music really, I just can't get enough of it.”
Even sniffling and exhausted, his eyes lit up talking about the subject. It was clear that music was this dragon's lifeblood. It made sense, then, why he'd been so drawn to the enchanted flute she'd sold him, even in the middle of what must have been a very frightening situation for him.
“What a wonderful thing to collect,” Sue said, offering him a warm smile.
“It really is wonderful,” Raizen said, practically aglow thinking of his hoard. “I'm usually humming something, too, but with how full my sinuses are it just wouldn't sound right. Notes get all nasally when I have a cold, it's terrible.”
Sue was distracted from his last few sentences by Ed's voice floating back into her head.
‘That's better. Ready for me to come by?’
She smiled and raised a finger to Raizenauld asking him to pause, then picking back up the stone around her neck.
‘Yes, dear, come on over. I'll—
“hAAHHTSCHHYUe!!”
‘—meet you by the door,’ she thought back.
“Bless you, dear,” she then offered aloud to Raizenauld as,
‘Oh dear, is he quite well himself?’ floated into her mind, Raizenauld's sneeze having interrupted her thoughts sufficiently enough to have come through over the stone.
‘The poor thing's picked up a bit of a stress cold, but everything's been taken care of now so it should clear up well enough soon. I'll fill you in on everything when you arrive,’ she replied.
Then, turning back to Raizen, who was truly eking the last scraps of usability out of his handkerchief, “I'll just be back in a moment, I'm going to meet my friend at the door. Do you need anything?”
Raizen shook his head.
“Alright, then I'll be right back,” she reaffirmed, making her way from the room.
I induced myself for the first time ever last night (rolled up tissue, just to see if I could). I had to really fight to get those three sneezes (and one false start lol) out of me, but I'm honestly surprised at how turned on it made me????
I've never been one to feel anything towards my own sneezes, maybe it's different when intention is present? 🤔 Much to consider
Something like a seraphim or other monster character with like 4+ arms having to dedicate one of them to rubbing their nose and/or trying not to sneeze while they do a bunch of other stuff.
I don't know about you, but I'm ALWAYS down for the classic "Caine gets a computer virus and destructive sneezes ensue" trope 😛
Alternately, Caine witnesses one of the others sneeze and asks why/how it's done. And then tries to replicate it as accurately as possible because he's a learning AI 😌
(No pressure to do either of these though, just some pitches!)
Oooh! These pitches are so good!! I find the first prompt hotter lol, so I'll write it out!
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There was a strange(r) event in the circus today; C/aine had contracted a bug, his usual spontaneous spirit on a much dialed back note.
P/omni opened the door to her room, greeted by sounds she didn't think she'd hear.
"W-Wait, C/aine, hold it in!" Uttered a concerned R/agatha.
C/aine was audibly building up a sneeze, how...odd, thought P/omni. Wait a minute, why is G/angle ducki---
"hahh... ahHHh--!! hEH'tSSHeww!" And with that sneeze, parts of the circus glitched temporarily. The sofa was temporarily upside down before returning.
G/angle went flying and landed on the floor, on her back.
R/agatha stumbled backwards from the force, landing on all fours. Definitely a knee scraper.
Several objects fell and landed almost a little too close for comfort.
"C/aine..? What's going on?" Questioned P/omni as everyone tried to regain composure.
C/aine cleared his throat, letting out a sniffling sound. Wait, how does he even do tha--
"I...don't know," C/aine spoke, almost sounding tired. He glitched for a moment, letting out a shuddery breath.
"I started up like this, and I haven't... heHH.. ehHH...!" Oh no! Not again!
G/angle yelped and quickly took cover, R/agatha got quickly down on the ground and wincing for what was to come.
But parasite to the rescue, B/ubble stepped in, splatting his tongue on C/aine's front teeth and eyes. "Nope! Blagh!"
That was his attempt to stop the sneeze, and it worked.
After a minute, B/ubble removed his tongue from his face, it being back in his mouth as he smiled almost unsettlingly.
C/aine sniffled, unsure of what to think but wanting to quickly move on. "Uhh...thank you, Bubble."
"Soo...about this....thing you have. Are you...sick?" Asked R/agatha, which caused C/aine to look down the floor.
"I'm starting to believe I am...but I still want to be...good enough, for you all." Spoke C/aine, choosing honesty in the midst of his sudden vulnerability.
"I want to try and make an adventure or somethihH-- hEhh--!!" His breath hitched again, and before he could help it, he sneezes again.
"HEH'TSHUHHhh!!" More things fell down around them, one thing landing inches near R/agatha's eye, to which she dodged just in time.
A grand piano suddenly appeared above P/omni, for which she ran before it crashed down into fragmented chunks.
There was another sound accompanying the rapid beating of her heart, and it was..C/aine having a sneezing fit!
"hEH'tSSHuh! eHh'tSSheww! EH'tSHEW!!" A giant rubber duck appeared, easily two-three feet taller than P/omni.
A large 8 ball was rolling after G/angle, who was up and running.
R/agtha looked around, as C/aine tried to snap. They got much smaller, but didn't go away.
He tried to brush it off and continue, but this virus wouldn't quit.
"ahhH... haaAHH... e-everyone, hide, quick!" Warned C/aine, hovering a finger in front his teeth.
P/omni scrambled and hide behind the sofa, G/angle joining her.
R/agatha looked around frantically before finding somewhere to hide.
And just in time too, they didn't think he could hold on much long--
"HEH'TSSHEEWWW!!" An eruptive sneeze caused the entire circus to glitch and shake from underneath them.
After a few seconds, it dissipated. Once everyone rose to a stand, P/omni stepped forward.
"How about...for today's adventure...we take care of you."
