A Poké/mon trainer going to face the grass gym but anticipating their horrendous spring allergies getting triggered, so of course they take their meds… but meds can only do so much against prolonged exposure to superpowered creatures giving it their all with constant barrages of plant and pollen-based moves designed to be potent and do harm. Not even through direct crossfire, the aromas and irritants soon fill the stadium, leaving the poor the trainer hitching and sneezing through their attack commands, to the point where their own Mons can no longer follow, because “Umbreon! hh.. u-use… shaAAD-GHSHHU!!” is not exactly a coherent command
very horny idea of someone who has the kink who loves being teased, not allowed to snz but to just make a mess
so they one of their usual inducing tools and get to work
they love how depserate and hitchy they get from the back and forth feeling of the item inside. Feeling the inside of their nose swell to try and get the irritant out, then their nose starts to run.
very loose wet thin sniffles between hitches, their nostrils flare. Maybe their get a mirror so they can watch.
The twist the object as they push it in just a lil further and their hitches sound like hiccups, needy hiccups, hiccups like they're so so so close! but they pull back and leave themselves on the edge.
when they pull it out a thin line of snot runs down and they don't both to snort it back much. Seeing it makes them groan and put the tool back in but this time they use the other nostril. Same routine, constantly teasing themself.
They squirm, whine and whimper as their snot leaks from both nostrils- that are getting a little pink- down to their upper lip
maybe they'll give themselves a little relief? just a little.
They let themself snz two times and within those two times snot bubbles and oozes out, the rest that doesn't come out is trapped at the widely flaring edges of their nostrils begging for their chance of escape.
the mirror is covered in spray, with thin trails of mess attached lightly clouding the view of themself. but its so good they want more, the mes they're seeing isn't enough.
i went to an outdoor market today, and spent 5 hours walking around. i realized about 2 hours in that i had forgotten to take my allergy medicine. and now the rest of the night will sound like this because there’s so much pollen in my nose.
the mental image of someone absolutely covered in an allergen of choice (dust, pollen, fur, feathers, etc.) disheveled and dripping with irritation; their situation clear with just one look.
(and, of course, having just recovered from an intense sneezing fit or about to have one. or both.)
Something I need to see more of is messy runny noses. A nose that's so full to the brim with snot that every single sneeze is a mess, its not just dripping, it's pouring. Especially when they don't have a tissue or handkerchief so they have to resort to their clothes, their blanket, or even their hands. Just imagine someone so sneezy and sniffly trying desperately to holdback a tide of mess with just their bare hand.
out of context snippet from the same au as [ this post ] (where h/ual/ian are caretakers for multiple mer versions of themselves, including: canon versions ("crimson rain" and "gege"), princel/ian and xiao h/ua ("d/ianxia" and "san l/ang"), and the two featured here: calamityl/ian and wu m/ing ("calamity" and "wu m/ing")
fandom: m/xtx t/gcf (wildly au at this point lmao)
rating: T
word count: ~900
contains: wul/ian, nonhuman (mer) sneezes, unconventional snz spellings (gill sneezes), allergy sneezing, mess cw, gillplay (fingering) (inducing)
[ pls do not reblog to non-snz/kink blogs, ty! ]
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Wu Ming wakes up with gills swollen, raw and almost sore, passing water through only sluggishly. Great. So it's going to be that kind of day. The brief period where the blooming of the big trees rooted in the tank edges and the pollen season of whatever the hell else that bothers him in the fields around the farm overlap is always rough.
As though to confirm that thought, his swollen gills start tingling with an insistent itch. Wu Ming doesn't have a chance to do anything-- his gills clamp and his breath hitches thickly in, in, in--
"hhHHHHh-- eXXCHHhhwww'hh!!!" The sneeze catches thickly in the ooze coating his insides in response to the pollen in the water, bubbling sullenly and leaving a thick mess slicking down his throat into his clavicle. Ughhhh. The throat gills always get the worst of it, rakers clogging with mucus and making Wu Ming feel like he's choking until he manages to swallow it all down or cough or sneeze it out.
"Good morning," Calamity says, sounding far more awake than Wu Ming and amused. Good. Amused is always better than disgusted (or worried, which makes Calamity frantic and mean with it). Wu Ming groans dramatically in response, to make Calamity laugh. Wu Ming loves his laugh; soft and a little broken still, but all the more precious for its return. The farm and the pod has given them so much.
"hh! iHHHH?! heh, eh, eh, eHHHH?! hHnh'ixXXSCHHhhwwiuwh!! Ah, fuck," Wu Ming says, instead of the greeting he'd meant to. Even if the farm does come with perfidious inland pollens that settle on their tank and concentrate in the water, making Wu Ming's poor nose and gills go crazy every spring.
"Hmm, medicine first today, i think, Xing'er." My star, Calamity's name that he chose just for Wu Ming; just for them. They don't share their private names even with the rest of the pod.
"a-Yue," (my moon), Wu Ming protests, because he's still sleepy and comfortable despite the stuffy, drippy gills and the persistent feeling lurking in them like he's about to sneeze again.
"You should see yourself," Calamity says, not ungently. "Every time I think those gills can't go pinker..."
"You can't really see that," Wu Ming says after a moment. It's dark in the underwater caves where they sleep; they're using the senses of the deep to perceive each other here. Touch and smell, the chemical and electrical signals in the water, pressure, and a kind of dim thermoceptive vision catching on movement.
"Hmm, no, but I can feel it." Calamity runs a hand up Wu Ming's waist to brush cool fingers over Wu Ming's gills (this doesn't mean they're unusually warm, he thinks stubbornly, Calamity's hands are always cold). One finger dips inside to caress the slick frills inside and Wu Ming shudders at the intensity of the tickle that shoots up his whole side at that.
"a-Yu-ehh-EH!" Oh, no. Calamity isn't taking his finger out, even as Wu Ming's operculum clamps strongly down on him, and Wu Ming can't stop hitching, the pressure never building up in his lungs quite enough to sneeze properly without that seal.
Finally taking mercy, Calamity extracts his finger from the clamp of Wu Ming's gill and pets it closed. Wu Ming builds up in a dramatic series of gasps and sneezes hard, "hhhHHHHH'wWHSXXZCHHHH'ngt--hhh," water pressure exploding out of his gills and finally taking some of the burning itch with it.
A dull prickle remains to remind him that even that water had pollen in it, too, and the sensitive flesh of his gills do Not Appreciate It.
"Yes?" Calamity says, in a tone that Wu Ming can hear the raised eyebrow in.
Wu Ming capitulates, if only because he's in no state to serve his love like this. Although he can already tell it's going to be one of those days where the medicine the humans Xie Lian and Hua Cheng found for him is going to struggle to make much of a difference.
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"Oh, dear," Xie Lian says, when he sees him. Wu Ming stubbornly refuses to look down at himself, accepting the little pill and taking it with a swallow of tank water. He knows his gills are probably flushed and goopy; he can feel them more acutely when they're clamped closed in the air. Breathing air is also making his nose tingle threateningly, which he hates. His nose has no business getting involved in breathing, no matter how much San Lang says it's better for breathing air. That's for long, slow draws of water over sensitive olfactory passages. Not- oh god--
"eh-heh- EH- HEH!" Air pulls itself in through his mouth, inflates his lungs-- "hHH'EDHt'zSCHHiuuhh!!" --and rushes itself roughshod back up and out, scraping through his throat and nose instead of bursting out of his gills like normal. It forces the contents of his sinuses out accordingly.
"Fu'dgck!" Wu Ming curses, pinching the offending mess away from his nose and trying to rub the remaining itch away while he's at it.
"Hmmm," Xie Lian says. "I'll have San Lang," (his nickname for the human Hua Cheng, no matter how confusing it gets with their podmate's name.) "fire up the RO/DI system. I think you need an extra water change."
Calamity nods perspicaciously. This was probably part of his plan in ringing for Xie Lian as though they were out of meds instead of just grabbing the bottle left out for them.
\FIN
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*"my" star and moon are not exactly the correct translations of their chosen names but look, NARRATIVELY--
I'm actually a huge slut for characters who get stuck in public while their allergies are going crazy. Stuck on a public bus, an elevator, a movie theater, a restaurant — all while something is relentlessly triggering their allergies
Those scenarios where the allergic person literally sticks their nose in the allergen and starts sneezing fit, and says, "I think I might be allergic to *insert allergen*
Hahaha, oh my god, these days I've really been thinking about sneezing and sneezing fit itchy and desperate
Big fan of when someone has a super sensitive nose. A single strand of hair brushing their nose makes them sneeze. A strong scent immediately sends them into a fit.
someone desperately trying to hide the fact that they need to sneeze but everything else about them says otherwise.
their nose is bright red and twitching. their breaths are hitchy and erratic. their lips are always slightly parted. there is a slight sheen to their upper lip and finger they’ve been tending to it with.
A fantasy world assassin who is, unfortunately for himself, rather tall with a sensitive nose. So not only does he have to find creative ways to squeeze into sniping posts around the city in order to remain hidden from his enemies, but with each movement of his large figure, he kicks up dust from the old and somewhat grimy spaces
For instance, having him up in the rafters of an old stone building hiding amongst gargoyles, rifle in hand and scope to eye as dust motes float in the air dancing in and out of sunbeams. He shifts slightly as one of his muscular legs starts to go numb. However, the slight movement sends a cloud of dust up into the cramped space between the gargoyles. His nose begins to twitch as the irritation takes hold, but if he sneezes now, he'll blow his cover and possibly the entire mission
Just thinking about how similar needing to sneeze and crying can look like.
Imagine character A seeing character B sitting somewhere, head in hands, breath uneven, sniffling. It looks like they’re crying. A rushes over and forces B to look at them. B’s eyes are watery and bloodshot. A immediately thinks this confirms that B is crying. In reality it’s hay fever. Now A is cupping B’s face, demanding to know what’s wrong. B keeps trying to pull away but A won’t let them. B tries to tell them that they just need to sneeze but their breath keeps catching, making talking impossible, so they resort to pleading sounds, but that only makes A more convinced that B is sad. B is trying so desperately to get away because they need to sneeze so bad now and they don’t want to sneeze in A’s face, but they’re firmly held in place. So B just has to wait for the inevitable to happen
thinking about someone so desperate to sneeze that they’ll use anything, anywhere:
- someone hiding their face in the corner of the bus to induce with a hoodie string
- a working person rolling up terrible quality toilet paper to induce with in a public washroom while their hands shake with every teasing hitch and false start
- someone using a blade of grass while on a hike, only to make it worse by piling extra pollen into their already irritated nose
- someone in a mall going into a makeup store to smell perfume to try and coax out their sneeze
- someone buying flowers for their partner and their nose starts to act up in the store. as soon as they get into their car, they bury their face in the bouquet and let lose
- OR someone so desperate to sneeze that they BUY A BOUQUET FOR THEMSELVES TO INDUCE THEIR ALLERGIES (maybe they even lie to the cashier and say they’re getting them for their partner)
THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS PLEASE FEEL FREE TO ADD MORE SO I CAN READ THEM
A bitter ex going to their (sneezefucker) ex-partner’s wedding and deliberately triggering their allergies so that they sneeze throughout the ceremony. Nobody can blame them or accuse them of interrupting on purpose, even though that’s exactly what they’re doing. If the ex is a sneezefucker, then it also serves the dual purpose of reminding them what they’re missing out on (and probably distracting them from their vows as well)
thinking about nose rubbing right now... not just a person rubbing their own incessantly itchy nose to stave off a sneeze, but imagine a person in the middle of a delicate task, requiring their full attention with both hands occupied, while their partner/trusted one/assistant rubs their nose for them any time they notice their nose start to twitch or their eyes water, equipped with a tissue or handkerchief in case their nose starts to run, with their focus entirely on the sneezy person's sypmtoms... they swoop in whenever commanded, but if they're really observant they'll know when the itch is building up enough to require rubbing away
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