Hope you like, Papaya. It took me two days to get this as harsh and "wet" as I wanted. So yeah, be warned, HEAVY mess audio.
And as per request, the transcription of the wav is below.
.
J: If you’re going to go in there, you’ll need this.
T: Sanitizer? Why?
J: Do I really need to spell it out for you?
T: Wha–
(Massive snz)
T: …oh.
J: (pleasantly) Also, if you’re still dumb enough to deliver those in person, please don’t come near me for the next week.
T: I’m not going to catch it. I’m careful.
(Another snz, followed by coughing)
J: …but he’s not.
T: Never changes, does he? Wait…doesn’t he have a meeting later with–
J: Why yes, he does. Hm. Must have forgotten to cancel that one ;)
T: That's just mean, Jounou.
(Sound of badly suppressed sneezing)
J: But funny.
(weird-sounding sneeze)
T: …okay, maybe a little.
(Footsteps, Door opens)
(Sneeze)
T: bless you sir.
F: Ugh, thank you. (Blows nose noisily, then mutters, under breath) oh, Jesus.
T: (walks over) So, where did you pick this up?
F: No idea. You might wanna… stay back a bit, Tecchou. (sneezes messily) Mn, sorry about that.
T: It’s alright. You can’t help it.
F: I know, but..sigh. Fuck, (sniffles) do we have any sake left? (Begins coughing)
T: Not sure that’s the best thing for you right now.
F: The press meeting this afternoon, right. Oh man. Do you have the files? (Blows nose) …Ew.
T: Yes. Maybe I should bring you more tissues as well.
F: Heh, they are going quickly, aren’t they? Hh! (sneezes) Shit–(sneezes again) Ugh, this just doesn’t stop, does it... Believe it or not, I’d rather have a hangover than this. (Coughs)
T: You sure you still want that meeting?
F: Of course. Pity will be my friend today. (Blows nose) Haven’t I taught you to use all the cards in your deck, Tecchou? (Coughs some more, follows up with a badly contained sneeze)
F: (into tissue) Oh god. (Exhales, sniffling)
T: Bless.
F: ‘Scuse me.
T: Yes, but-
F: (Interrupts with two harsher sneezes.) Ugh. (Coughs)
T: Sir, are you-
F: Wait. I gotta…I gotta…(sneezes, then blows wetly. Sneezes once more, wrenching. They are coming in multiples now. He blows again, and the cycle of sneeze, blow, sniffle, sneeze repeats, unrelenting, for about a minute)
F: Fuck! (Snuffles into tissue, groaning.)
T: Forgive me for saying so sir, but you sound quite awful.
F: (Stifles a weak sneeze) Forgiven and agreed with. But it doesn’t…change the fact that…wait, step back, I feel a…sneeze coming on. (Hitches)
T: (under his breath) You don’t say.
F: Shit. (Sniffles and hitches some more, but the sneeze eludes him)
T: Uh…?
F: Dang, lost it. Wait I–(hitches, to no avail)….ah, dammit. Well, I–(cuts himself off with a surprise sneeze) Sorry. (starts sneezing rapidly)
T: :/ (over the sound of sneezing) It’s fine. But sir, um, you’ve…
F: Hm?
T: …got a little, uh… (motions with his hands)
F: (Fabric rustles) Oh goddammit. (Chuckles, then his breath catches) Fuck, I’b godda….(sneezes twice) you might wadda…(violent sneeze)
T: Jeezus, boss.
F: (Continues sneezing, repeatedly, can’t seem to get ahold of himself)
T: Wow, um.
F: …shit.
T: (audible eyebrow raise) You alright?
F: Fide. It’s just a little…sdeezi’g…(finishes the fit with a vocal sneeze, a blow, and a groan. Appears to be done, for now…)
T: You sure?
F: (Groans again, this time more out of embarrassment) Sorry about that. (Coughs; it catches on something in his chest) Ow.
T: That really doesn’t sound well at all, sir. At least have some soup f–
F: (Sneezes)…Ew. I-(cuts himself off with a surprise sneeze)
T: Bless you. Before the–bless–
F: (Sneezes, coughs) Didn’t mean to interrupt. Just can’t stop sneezing. (Sniffles) I wouldn’t mind some miso, cause you know…me-so sick. Hah, get it? Haha (coughs)
T: …do you have a temperature?
F: Yare yare, no sense of humor at all, I tell ya.
T: Maybe,
F: (sneezes, coughs)
T: …But the effort to maintain one seems quite draining.
F: (Coughs, sighs, sneezes once more) Ah, You’re right. After the–(cuts himself off with a surprise sneeze)…after th–(cuts himself off with a surprise sneeze) Goddamn.
T: (Waits)
F: (Hitches, not sure if the sneeze is coming. Decides it’s not). I j–(SNEEZE) Damn, sorry–I just can’t stop sneezing.
F: After the meeting I’m going to bed. (Under his breath) Hohh fuck, not again…step back… I can’t sneeze…(It comes eventually) Fuck. (The cycle starts up again, just real sick sounds in general)
T: (Waits)
F: …Jeezus fuck.
T: I’ll be back with some soup.
F: You’re not the one making it, are you?
T: There’s no alternative.
F: …Well, shit.
T: I don’t trust Jounou to do it, and we all remember what happened the last time the lieutenant tried to–
F: Sshh, she’ll hear you!
T: From her post at the south wing, sir?
F: You never know with her. (Tries to stifle into a tissue, incredibly wet) Oof, that is nasty. Grant me a moment of privacy, Tecchou?
T: Of course.
F: (Blows noisily. Followed by exhausted sighs and sniffling)
T: (Waits)
F: Alright, I don’t care who makes the soup. This is fucking miserable enough that I’ll take anything. (A final sneeze–or is it the first of another series–slow to dawn)
T: Right away, sir.
F: (Congested sneeze)
T: And if I might suggest doing that into the crook of your elbow, so you don’t ruin your gloves?
F: Mm. If my nose gives me ample warning, sure. But I can’t make any promises.
T: (Begins walking away, then pauses) Do you need anything else, sir?
F: (Under his breath) For someone to knock me the fuck out.
T: (From the door) Pardon?
F: Nothing, Tecchou~! And thank you.
(Door shuts)
F: (Dials a number on his phone with a sigh)...Finally.
F: (Whispering) Yes, I’d like to place an order for delivery. (Pause) Yeah, uh, can I get one order of miso soup, one bowl of chazuke… and uh, (pause) oh, and make sure your courier uses the back entrance… (voice fades)
Your beloved boyfriend has come down with a very sneezy cold, poor thing. He comes to you meek and shuffling, as if telling you his plight is like going to confession.
“I think I caught a bit of a-a… ahhh! hh—hh’nggKtshh!… hht’tCHhhuu—euhh…” He sighs before finishing, “A cold.” You bless him before beckoning him to come closer and he knows exactly what to do. He mumbles, snuggling into your side, rubbing his nose with the sleeve of his knitted jumper. “I’b okay, though. Just… y’know. A little… snff! sneezy. A l-lot sneezy, actually…”
Gentle, but firm, you pull his body to your chest, noticing the little shivers that have taken over his usual, self-assured demeanour. “It’s okay, you know I’ll look after you.” You comfort him.
“I’m sorry you have to see me like this,” He whispers against your neck, sniffling pitifully. “I was gonna warn you, but I—hh-huhh—hhuh’KSSHheww-uhh!! snff—nghh, couldn’t make it past the first sentence.”
Your fingers are already brushing his hair back, tilting his flushed face up to yours.
“I think your nose might need a stern talking to,” you say playfully, though your touch is nothing but soft and loving.
“…It’s a very bad influence on me,” He laughs with a weak smile. “It’s out of c-control— hhuh… HEH’CHhhheww!! snnrk—‘scuse be…”
You kiss his forehead, it’s a little warm for your liking. “Well, don’t worry anymore. That nose of yours is mine to look after now.”
NSFW, MESS, Semi-public - Padgett and Eliseo leave a dinner party due to distraction.
—-
“Huhkshtt!” Padgett ducked his head into his napkin, ears red, as he sneezed again. His black hair was as messy as usual and he hadn’t gotten it cut since the summer. His bangs were falling into his face. One of the women sitting to his left blessed him, scooting her chair away a little bit.
Eliseo watched from across the round table, trying to keep a straight face. Or at least trying to keep his expression wry instead of interested as Padgett sneezed again and tried to mumble an apology. He was sick again. Eliseo wished with all his heart that his- lover, he supposed, wasn’t quite as vulnerable to illness as he was. Especially tonight, when Padgett was only here as Eliseo’s plus one. No talking him out of it, though.
Eliseo wished he had been able to talk him out of it because listening to Padgett sniffle and blow his nose now was straining the capacity of his silk trousers.
Imagining a sick character coming up to their friend/partner and, rather than announcing that they're sick, simply leaning against them like a cat. Cue the other's exclamation of "wow, you feel warm," and the sickie mumbling "I know" into their shoulder. Bonus points if they're not usually this touchy feely.
Character A has a cold that makes their nose run and run and run. Their nose is so chapped and sore from the near constant wiping and blowing. Their partner B is determined to put some vaseline on it to relieve their suffering a bit but A protests, saying it’s a fruitless effort because they’re just going to end up wiping it all off when their nose runs again. Nevertheless, A finds themself sitting on the couch with B’s fingers dabbing vaseline onto their septum. They’re trying to be as gentle as they can, but A’s poor nose is just too sensitive. Their red nostrils flare for half a second before they’re quickly turning as far away from B as possible; a vicious, sopping wet sneeze tearing through them. B apologizes and thrusts a handful of tissues as them, while A blinks up at them with bleary eyes and a profusely dripping nose and says, “I told you so.”
sickie who is super insecure about being sick and looking and sounding gross x caretaker partner riddled with guilt at being so excited about getting to be the one to look after them in this state
I imagine this leads to constant misunderstandings where sickie assumes caretaker is acting shifty and making excuses to leave the room and flinching every time they sneeze because they’re put off by sickie, when really they’re trying to stay collected and not betray that they’re hopelessly turned on.
Culminating in sickie sneezing unexpectedly and uncovered directly onto caretaker, who gasps at the sudden sensation. The sick character feels so disgusting and guilty, compounded by being exhausted and a bit feverish, that they just break down crying and apologizing for being sick. And the only way caretaker can calm them down is by confessing exactly why they don’t find sickie disgusting.
They were originally headed towards the back, in the direction of the tiny bathroom at the end of the hall, but something unspoken and exciting had them stumbling into the storage room. A was curling with another wrenching, allergic pair of sneezes, while B was gently moving back their hair, kissing along their neck up to the ear. A leaned their head back and chuckled breathlessly, putting out their hands to stop things from being shaken off the shelves.
“—haAAT’SCHIUH-!! huh-! hUTsz’CHIEWWh!! Oh mby gosh-“ A box of wooden utensils fell from the shelf, rattling onto the floor. B laughs and pauses. “You are not real,” A whispers. They put a hand on the side of B’s face. “A thing for sneezes?”
B smiles wide, going red in the face. Their head bows and they press their forehead into A’s shoulder. They feel the expanding of A’s chest as they draw a deep gasp, and the shudder of a sneeze more monstrous than the ones before, “—hhED’zZZSCHHIEWWw!!!” -aimed freely off to the side.
B’s fingers gripped the shelf as A’s back jerked against it, and a package of paper takeout containers tumbled to the floor.
“Jesus, bless you…”
“This caddot be saditary, *hsnff*” A muttered.
“Here,” B reached over A’s shoulder to retrieve a white cube from the shelf, plastic crinkling in their ear. “Napkins.”
someone who’s been sneezing kind of periodically throughout the day. certainly more so than usual, but not enough or to any great consequence that it’d be super worrying.
until at some point mid-evening, when it’s dark and the temperature’s dropped - maybe they’re at work or maybe they’re relaxing at home after a long day - they sneeze again, but this time…
whether it’s a stifle so harsh that it was almost a failed stifle, echoing with an ominous hint of wetness and a sudden slight resistance…
or a sneeze that’s unusually ragged, desperate with a certain need, and grates uncomfortably against their throat, topped off with a tight sniffle…
oh god, they need a tissue…
their stomach drops, dread creeps in, and right then and there they just know they’re fucked.
thinking about a poor exhausted allergy sufferer/sickie grabby hands reaching for their partner so they can collapse into their arms and muffle a tired fit into their chest…and their partner has the kink ofc
We’re dissecting the fetish today because my husband (who is no stranger to fetish space) has some very good points to get me thinking about this. Under the cut just cuz it’s long
(I’m gonna use the words fetish and kink interchangeably, I know they’re technically different but it’s both for me)
The snz kink community is a bit of an outlier even in terms of kink spaces. Most fetishes are like “yeah we’re into X, so what?” Or proud of it in some way, raising awareness even. We are so secretive it’s actually funny. And it comes down to the sense of embarrassment we all feel at being turned on by something so mundane.
But where I think it comes from, at least for me, is the non consent aspect. Bear with me.
I saw a Tik/Tok about tattoo artists and kink space, like people who are into the pain or whatever it is getting a tattoo and being weird and creepy to their artist about it. And the Tik/Tok was an artist talking about how they don’t consent to you putting your kink on them like that, which I 100% agree with.
So when someone sneezes, anywhere, and I get turned on, my brain goes “oh I’m a terrible person for including this random stranger in my kink how dare i”. Because no one asked to make me horny, they just sneezed.
So even at home when my husband sneezes, I play it cool (much to his annoyance lol) because idk if he wants to fuck or if he just had to sneeze.
No this is exactly what it is and makes all the sense in the world to me.
Because sneezing is involuntary and done by literally everyone, I feel so ashamed to be turned on by it because not only do you not choose to turn me on, you do not even choose to do the thing that turns me on. It's involuntary.
Like we're so secretive about it because it's so easy to feel like a pervert when the thing that turns you on is naturally involuntary. I feel like a pervert forcing my kink onto people who are already forced to do the thing by their own biology, even though I don't really get off to it in real life so much as in pornagraphic depictions. So if I announce to someone that I have a kink for this, even if we're in a romantic/sexual committed relationship, I feel like a pervert because you don't just do the thing that gets me hot and bothered within the bedroom when you consent to have sex, it happens all the time. So I feel like I'm sexualizing you constantly, even when you might not want to be.
I have kind of a semi-kink for hands, I think that's why I'm so crazy for when people touch/rub their nose and cover sneezes with their hand/s, the whole "holding up a finger to signal that they're about to sneeze", clutching/balling up a tissue, also holding a tissue in one hand but still sneezing openly to the side, like they're too tired or distracted (or careless) to realise they have a tissue right there. 🥵😈
“Well, I’d, *snnrff* I’d probably start over here. *hsnrg* Right besihhde… hh’right besS’ZZISSCHHhiew!! *snnngk!* Right beside your ear. *sngk!* Or… maybe right idto your… hh… hhD’ZZSSCHHhhieww!!! *snngk* idto your ear. *snngk* God bless be.
the other night my bf was spooning me and i sneezed about 6 times spaced out and good lord. it started with “bless you” and then “bless you baby” and then moved into “aw are you okay are you getting sick?” “that was five poor baby” and then commentary on how cute my sneezes are and how he’d take care of me if i was getting sick
it of course ended with me guiding his hand between my legs
annaxmalina
titsay
gummygunk
germansingergirl
