Hi, I'm Vic, 27/they
Gay Sneeze Fetish blog MINORS DO NOT INTERACT (All the characters I voice I age them up to the age of consent in USA (18) if they are younger than that )
Hiya! My name is Vic! I go by she/they. I'm over 18 but under 30
Like many of you I have a sneezing kink, and have had it for as long as I can remember, which is what brought me to Tumblr to express that!
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Commission for @goodlucksnez for a comic ft. their OC Zip and @dr-ground-zero's OC Shu! Dialogue from @oh-no-my-hand-slipped's post!
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Commission for @accidentalmistress of our trio of OCs with @hitchykitty in a classic SWH scenario! Of course, Zayne is very allergic to dust, Gevy has a very sensitive nose, and Aubin's sneezes tend to come out stronger when his honeymoon rhinitis acts up—and they all share the kink ;D
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Idk where my tri/gun fans are but I know when the first season came out it was a popular HC that wolf/wood was allergic to flowers (since they live without plants)
Well in season 2 we do see wolf/wood interaction with flowers and he says he doesn’t like the smell!!!?
Come on they could have given us at least 1 sneeze
Wow another year completed and oh boy this year had its ups and downs. I want to thank all of you who continue to follow me and my content. I am thankful for everyone. I do want to thank a few special people. First @hachiibun thank you for endless blessings and amazing vibes and encouragement. @dr-ground-zero for the continuous honor as my best friend-- words do not describe how much I love you and thank you @hitchykitty for your cheering on and encouragement.
(bc I have no restraint, I decided to write another snz fic for my band au for epic, however this is for a different band)
((CW this will have fake vampirism and this is a bit scatter brained a lil lack luster)
“I can’t believe you actually found a castle, Apollo,” Hyacinthus says, looking out the window of the van, eyes wide in surprise. Apollo jumps out once the doors unlock with a click.
“See, I told ya I’d pull through. It took some searching, but I found a group of larpers online who hooked me up with this place.” Everyone vacates the vehicle and starts unloading their supplies. Camera equipment, props, makeup, music. The band walked up the steps towards the castle’s doors, its ginormous just from the outside, the towers look like they touch the sky. Speaking of the sky, although crowded by a forest, it was still pretty grey and dark even in daylight. It took two of them to open the double doors that creaked open; the distant but dense sound of wings fluttering hard behind made them turn around for a moment before heading inside. Darkness, they were greeted by darkness, aside from the glass windows letting in natural light. Apollo is first to enter and feels around for a light switch, and when he finds it, the view is gorgeous.
The place is lit up by a large chandelier hanging in the center of the entrance way. Fake candles lined the walls, and the floor was a black and white checkerboard marble. A large staircase was only a few feet from them, colors of cream, black, red, and gold, absolutely perfect!
“Holy shit, this place i amazing!” Hermes says as he looks around, Apollo grins proudly as everyone looks around. Aeos- Helios’s dog- guides Helios around as he brushes his hands through the place. He frowns as he feels films of dust covering his fingertips.
“How long has it been since this place was cleaned?” Apollo shrugs.
“I think its been a few months since it's been used. I know one of the people who told me about this place said it was last used as a ‘ball venue’ a couple of months back.” Cassandra raised a brow at Apollo, who already knew what that face meant. Putting his hands on his hips as he replies in a dismissive tone.
“Oh, come on, don’t give me that look, it's just a little dust. How bad could it be?” Cassandra rolls her eyes. She had already expressed her concerns about this place before they had arrived, as well as when Apollo announced that he had scored it. Yet she doesn’t get a word in before Apollo mentioning there’s more stuff upstairs, like a bedroom and a library. Exploring the castle wasn’t too bad at first; some things had to be moved and added. They decided to do their makeup in the living room. Plopping down on the couch was the first mistake. Tufts of thick dust fill the chilly air around them. Some coughed and fanned at the air, but it was too late.
“Damn, snff snd koff koff we should’ve brought a vacuum koff or something,” Hyacinthus said, between sniffles and covering his mouth.
“Well, at least ya got the dust off the couch.” Hermes joked that it was going to be one of the first shots inside the castle.
After some work on makeup and setting up the camera and tracks, they were ready. Hermes instructs Icarus to take the camera and go outside with Cassandra and Hyacinthus.
“Out there, you’ll play the intro track, they’ll be on the steps, and you’ll follow them inside slowly.” Icarus nods, and the three of them head out. Aeos is taken back to the van before the shoot starts, and positions are taken.
Cassandra shudders as the chilling fall breeze sweeps through her. Wrapping her around herself as she and Hyacinthus stand on the steps. Wet liquid sniffles come from both of them as they wait for the cue to start. When it's given, both let out a deep sigh, and the acting begins. They look to each other and go up the steps, pushing open the door light from both the outside and the candles show the dust floating heavily around in the air as the wind pushes it around. Their shoes click-clack against the floor as they search around. Hyacinthus grabs a candle lamp from the wall, turning towards the camera, walking backwards. However, the light from the lamp does not agree with his nose. With each breath, he could feel the dust fill his nose, which only aggravated it more! That tickling feeling was brewing slowly, starting from the back and making its way to the front. He tries to sneak in a few nose rubs as they walk around. Yet it's only a temporary solution and knows it won't be long until it's back.
The further they walk, they catch a glimpse of Hermes ‘hiding’ behind a column. Right as the camera pans to there’s a sharp.
“NGKssHHHhuhw!!” It took everything in Hyacinthus not to either look at Hermes or say Bless you. Secondhand embarrassment was washing over him. Hopefully, it could be cut out of the audio if it got picked up. There was a split-up next; Hyacinthus would meet Apollo and Hermes in the library and then head back to the living room and end up on the couch. Icarus follows Hyacinthus first.
He sings along with the music track, trying to ignore the buzzing sensation in his sinuses. Humming was the worst; it only made the feeling stronger. He feels it crawling up to the front quickly, and his breath starts to catch quietly in his throat. He tries to hold out till a pause, but it’s hard! Right at the pause, he doesn’t have time to bring up a hand to pinch his nose. All he can do is grit his teeth tight and try not to make it obvious. His shoulders jolt with each almost silent sneeze; there are 4 quick ones before his nose decides that's enough for now. It only gives him half a second to regain his composure and pick up the song. He tries not to sound out of breath while heading into the library. It's big and much mustier and dustier than some of the other places in the castle. The books and shelves are coated in a thick layer of dust. Just brushing his hand stirred up heaps of it. Now he had to actually look through them to find their prop book.
Walking through the aisles, he gets another glimpse of Hermes, then one of Apollo from behind the shelves. Hyacinthus hears them singing as he picks up books, opening one releases more dust into the stale air. As he flips through pages and looks around ‘cautiously’, the dust is fanned into his face. He scrunches up his nose, hoping he looks more focused and confused than sneezy at the moment. The brown and blond-haired man tries to sneakily swipe at the underside of his nose in hopes of stalling any more sneezes. Putting the book back, he looks through more until he finds the one he’s looking for.
A brown leather-bound book with the picture of the setting sun on it. Then a hand slides across his back, he swiftly turns around, and no one is there! He sighs and heads over to the desk in the clearing of the library. Dropping the book onto the table and flipping through the pages, he fanned away the dust. By now, each breath causes small tickles in his nose, gods, he wants to rub his nose off his face so badly! Then a tanned hand grabs at his chin as the singing is much louder; he looks up slowly, seeing Apollo perched on top of the table. His eyes half half-lidded with a dreaminess to them as he sings. His hands are gentle, painted acrylic nails he wears press into Hyacinth’s cheek carefully. The only thing was that his hands were cold. When his face was cupped in his boyfriend’s hands, Hyacinthus did his best not to give a harsh shudder as the chill went up and down his spine. Though he wasn’t the only one fighting it. He saw the way Apollo’s lips quivered, the way his nose twitched, and his nostrils flared. ‘Come on, just gotta last a lil bit longer,’ Hyacinthus thinks, trying to sniffle quietly.
Apollo’s fangs flash at him as Hermes comes up behind Hyacinthus, placing his hands on his shoulders. He just had to last until the run scene! Hyacinthus shakes under their touch, fear in his eyes as he cowers before them. He grabs the book and waits until there’s an opening and bolts. Rushing through the aisles, he tries to make it look a little clumsy, his feet thumping hard against the carpet beneath him. He makes it out the door and to the stairs.
“CUT!” Finally!
Hyacinthus sighs, but it's quickly taken over by hiccuping breath as the urge to sneeze comes back full force. Bringing up his free hand to catch his sneezes.
“Hehh! Heh! Heh'EsSSHH! Heh'EsSSHH! EsSSHH! essschHHHEuuhhw!” His hand was growing wetter and wetter with each sneeze. He shivers hard as another sneeze forces his way through him, the sound of it echoing down the hall. However, he wasn’t the only one sneezing.
“HpP’tsscHHHHff!! HpP’tsscHHHHff! Huhh!hUTTtizzshoo! Uuugh,” A groan that Hyacinthus knew came from Hermes, followed only by the silence to be filled by another fit.
“Bless you!” Hyacinthus called out as both Hermes and Apollo exited the library.
“You too sdnff,” They both replied, trying to be careful about wiping their noses. Hermes untied the handkerchief that was tied to his belt loop and blew his nose.
“That place is dustier than my workshop closet!” He exclaimed, Hyacinthus nodded.
“Yeah, and cold, your hands were so cold!” He shivered and sniffled wetly, wiping his nose with the back of his wrist.
“Anyone pack any tissues?” He asks, Cassandra’s voice comes out from the other side of the top of the stairs as her and Helios come over.
“They’re in my makeup bag under the sofa in the living room. Its just a travel pack but its something.” Hyacinthus nods and goes over as Apollo tells him to bring the whole pack, while covering his nose and mouth with his hand.
“Seems like it's more than ‘a little’ dust, huh?” Cassandra sassed, and Apollo rolled his eyes at her, moving his free hand in a mocking motion.
Hyacinthus returned with the pack of tissues, tossing them to the rest of the group after snatching a few for himself. Helios seemed pretty unbothered by the dust, maybe a little sniffle here and there, but nothing changed.
“Alright, after a short break, we’re doing the scene with Cassandra and me, right?” Helios asks, Hermes nods as he wriggles his nose around.
“Yeah, its gonna change to Cassadra an-and huhh-hold on.” It was pretty clear from the off, focused eyes, scrunched eyebrows, and nose. His lips parted, showing the fangs in his mouth as he built up. His hand hurriedly brings the red and gold handkerchief to his face as he doubles over.
“UTTtizzshoo! UTTtizzshoo! UTTtizzshmmmphh! Huhhh HpP’tsscHHHHff! Nuuughh sorry.” His compass necklace jingles with his harsh sneezing. He tests a breath and sighs in relief and continues.
“As I was saying, it will change to Cassandra going towards the bedroom, like before, there will be a mix of voice track and you having to sing the track. In the bedroom, Cassandra will ‘find’ Helios, and things will go like we practiced at the house. Then the scene of Hyacinthus and Cassadra leaving with be the last.” The group nods in agreement, and they give themselves a minute before picking up the camera.
Cassandra wandered the dimly lit hallway, candlelight in one hand as she looked around. Pushing open a door, she walks into the bedroom, its walls cream colored with many dark decorum. A large bed pressed against the wall, and a coffin on the ground across from it. She walks towards the bed as she sings. She hears a creaking noise from behind and turns to see that the coffin is completely open now.
The blond woman backs towards the bed until she feels a pair of hands grab her from behind, and her back presses into something. Her head whips around as she lets Helios take over. Leaning over her shoulder and keeping her close to his chest. She squirms beneath the vampire’s grasp, trying to break free, but he doesn’t let her. When she does, he grabs her wrist and yanks to onto the bed with him. When their bodies hit the bed, a heavy amount of dust puffs into the air. Helios twists and is now on top of her; it's not so violent, more like a gentle fight. Each movement kicks up more dust from the bedding. Cassandra could feel each breath pulling in more. Doing her best to keep her breathing steady, knowing one wrong move and she’d end up sneezing. This ticklish feeling was creeping its way through both of her nostrils. Quiet, gentle sniffles were the best she could do during scenes. When she manages to break free, she scurries off the bed and runs to the door. Making a beeline for the stairs, finding Hyacinthus making for the same exit. They grab at the door’s handles, yanking and jimmying at it till it finally opens, running out into the light.
“And Done!”
Right in time, too! Even though fresh air did feel good, with it being so cold, it exacerbated the tickling festering. Cassandra reached between her cleavage and hurriedly pulled out a tissue through her desperate gasps.
“ihHHDTShhhuhw! Hihhh! ihHHDTShhhuhw! hih'ZZSSHHhue! Hiiihh Hih! Hihgh! hih'ZZSSHHhue!” Hyacinthus wraps an arm around her shoulders carefully with a soft. “I got you” As more sneezes tumbled out of her. They were itchy and wet; the tissue was quickly becoming soaked. When the fit finally died down, she gasped for air as the others came outside.
“Bless you! You alright, Cass?” Hermes asked, and Cassandra nodded as she cleaned up.
“Yea-yeah I’m fide snuff snff.”
“Alright, well, we got the video out of the way, we just need a few photos, then we’ll be done.” He says while looking through the footage.
The first few pictures were easy, just some of Cassandra and Hyacinthus in front of the castle. The rest of the photos would be taken inside.
The couch was the first one. Cassandra was placed between Helios and Apollo, her back pressed into Helios’s chest as he took one of her hands by her wrist to his mouth. While Apollo leaned over her front, his mouth on her mouth. As they worked out the pose and worked to get it all into frame, Cassandra heard a small whine-like noise come from the man above her. She looks up and sees his nose wriggling around, his nostrils flaring irritably, oh no.
“Don’t you dare,” She whispers. Apollo looks down at her through squinted eyes.
“I’m trih tryihhh trying”
“Alright, ready!” Hermes alert, Cassandra silently cursed as she adjusted herself into position. She watches as the man above her tries to keep his composure. With his mouth open, sharp teeth bared, she feels each hot breath on her neck and shoulder. His hitching is sharp, and the hand on her waist is squeezing intermittently. She sees his lips pull into an itchy snarl from the corner of her eye. The camera flashes, and there’s almost no time to push him off. Apollo tries to move to the side, but he’s already against the backrest of the sofa.
“HdD’hkSSCCHHHhuhw! HdD’hkSSCCHHHhuhw! Huhh! HdD’hkSSCCHHHhuhw!” Spray hits the woman’s back skin the first two times; finally, Apollo is able to bring up a hand and catch the last one. When he finishes, he’s met with a cold, hardened look from Cassandra.
“Did ya really need to sneeze on me?” He just rolls his eyes and grumbles.
“Just had bme a tissue.” Cassandra sighs heavily at him and hands him one she kept in her dress as she replies with a smirk.
“I fucking told you this was a bad idea.”
“I’ll sdeeze od you again, sddck,” He threatens while taking the tissue. They climbed off one another when Hermes said the picture was good. The next set of photos was with Hermes, Hyacinthus, and Apollo in the library after a few staircase photos.
Hyacinthus was being held from behind by Hermes, the collar of his shirt being pulled down as Hermes went in for a neck bite. The cold, damp air mixed with the dust was an awful combination. Hermes was already muttering a quiet apology through hitchy breath.
“Suhh sorry I-I cad hehh help iih it” Hyacinthus feels Hermes’s chest heaving against his back, the fluttering of his breath against his skin. His mouth is parted, fangs fully displayed in the shot as his nose crinkles. Hermes can barely get his eyes open for the shot; he knows that with the way this awful tickle is taking control, he won't last. Hermes gasps and buries his nose into Hyacinthus’s shoulder, shuddering into each sneeze.
“Suuhh so suh sorry! Heh! HpP’tsscHHHHmmmph! HpP’tsscHHHHmmphh! HpP’tsscHHHHmmmph!” The sneezes cause the two to stumble, but Hyacinthus stops the momentum.
“Bless you, you done?” He asks, Hermes shakes his head even though Hyacinthus can barely see it, a congested breathy.
“Dnuhh dno!” comes before the next fit rushes through the redhead. There are moments when Hyacinthus can feel the fangs press into his skin; they’re sharp, too!
A few more pictures ensued; they tried to make it quick, but no one had left that place without needing to sneeze at least once. Well, everyone except Helios. As they packed up their things, they looked to the tall man with curiosity.
“Does dust just not bother you or something?” Apollo asked, Helios shrugged, and rubbed at his nose.
“I mean it does a bit but, it just makes my nose really runny.” As they head out of the castle and towards the van, another strong gust of wind blows through them. This time, Helios shudders hard and barely gets a hitch in before a sneeze explodes from him.
“uhh’SCHhhtt’hhuww!” His cardigan wasn’t thick enough to muffle the noise, nor the cold. He could feel the surprised looks and heard their footsteps stop as he sniffled thickly.
“Well, I guess the cold does make me sneeze, and damn, that place is cold! Thought I was gon- gonna freh freeeehezeh!” Hyacinthus mutters an ‘oh boy’ as Hermes and Apollo go over and hold onto Helios. Fanning at his face, his watery eyes squint, and sneeze bulldozes its way out.
“uhh’SCHhhtt’hhuww! uhh’SCHhhtt’hhuww! uhh’SCHhhtt’hhuww!” Or three.
“Bless you, alright, alright, get in the van, no sense in you catching a chill out here,” Hermes says, ushering their lead singer into the RV.
“I told ya so~” Cassandra teased as she helped load their equipment into the back.
Bro this was so good! The details you put into this were hot as shit.
I mean okay first of we both know how hot sneezing in fangs are
That mixed with the fact they cannot ….denial shit…I was biting my pillow.
I love this concept so much, also all the details you put into about the au makes me so happy: to name a few handkerchief, the neck bite, the don’t you dare
So I’m in the category of being sneezy (over 15+ snzs a day)
I forgot how much cold air makes me sneeze. I think it is because it is dry air and then when you breathe cold air is kinda tingly. Idk all I can say is fall is here and winter is coming.
okay but like Vampires who show their fangs when they're building up to a snz
a vampire who's got bad allergies or a cold having really drawn out build ups opening. Their fangs start to peak out more and more the itchier it is. maybe when they sneeze they grit their teeth and wheen they're panting for breath its even better
