[feverfangs]

- "Everyone's 'under the weather' bro, it comes from the sky--" - "Hihh-g'shieww!" [ ... ] *glare* - "Sorry."

[sky-snz]

commiserate (m/f, illness)

-

The other side of the bed was empty when he awoke. He made no sound - swamped with muck and fever, the world like a thick painting of greys and blues. And she wasn’t there on the other side of the bed, where she should’ve been. Curious. 

He heaved his sweating, aching form upright, facing the empty unlit bathroom. A streetlight in the window dotted yellow like a bright star. Dull pain swam in his head. A heavy combination of nasal congestion, and perhaps dehydration, and any number of things… Soreness in it all. Breathing, against a course of inflammation and mucus. 

“*snrk* …. *’grmm*…”

He found himself standing some moments later, in the upstairs hallway. In a checkpoint of sorts, head still swimming. He dragged his feet to the stairs, and descended them in slow steps, clinging to the railing.

A lamp was on in the living room.

“*sdrff!*” He stood at the bottom of the stairs, still holding onto the railing. The air was cooler downstairs - somehow making the streaming of his nose more apparent. “*sndrff*…”

There was a tissue box on the coffee table in front of the sofa. And on the sofa, there was a lump of blankets, and from the lump of blankets, came a peculiar sound. Slowly, he shuffled closer. 

The blanket pile groaned softly as he reached the sofa. From an opening in the fabric, her face peeked out, half-obscured with a rumpled tissue. Making the same strange muffled sounds as before, her body shuddered beneath the blankets, as she muffled sneeze after wet sneeze into the tissue in her palm.

“-d’eisschhiuh!!-isshhiuh!!-isschh!!- hh’Isschhiuh! -eisschh!!”

He sank down next to her on the sofa, not trusting his face not to burst with pain if he bent over. He pulled the tissue box nearer. His hand found her shoulder on top of the layered blankets as she sat in a dizzy interlude, panting through parted lips. Her head hung, causing her hair to fall into her face. Carefully, he lifted a hand and moved back the unruly strands.

Her face crumpled with a closed-eyed scowl as- “iyY’ISSCHhiuh!” another sneeze came, misting his hand. She lifted the damp tissue to sneeze again, over and over, intense and less smothered than before. “huUd’ISCHHh!! uht’ISSCHH!!-isschh!!-isschhioo!!” Suddenly, he turned away from her and let out a harsh, spraying sneeze, too quick to consider covering.

“hdt’zZZSCHHhioo-!!” He sniffled liquidly, and coughed, blinking teary eyes. She huffed an awful, wheezy shell of her laugh. The “Bless you” sounded worse. The urge was still strong, making his breath snag. She was pressing a tumbleweed of tissues into his hand, which he only had time to lift before a fierce second sneeze burst from him. A desperate exclamation, grazing his raw throat and soaking the layers of tissue. “haAD’TCHIEWWhh!!!” He pulled more to blow his nose, making a noise he could’ve compared to a brass solo in a sad andante. 

As he sat quietly, blinking in reset, he felt her head sink onto his shoulder. She drew a thick, liquid sniffle. The warmth that emanated from her was both pleasant and concerning. He let the side of his head rest gently against hers.

[sky-snz]

the after (m, illness)

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The warm dim lighting of the bedroom is delicious, a soothing break away from white fluorescents. He’s emptying his pockets, shedding his jacket, throwing a handful of crumpled sodden Kleenex into the trash. She’s up before he can take three shaky steps into the room. 

Pain sparks like pop rocks as he makes a murky attempt at clearing his throat. He turns his chin, eyes aching, vision blurring as he exhales some assuring words. He feels her hand on his shoulder, then her cool fingers against his temple. She says something, and he opens his mouth to disagree. Before he can, he’s consumed with the urge to sneeze again. And again. 

A dizziness hits him, and the room starts to move on an axis. Turning, before a hand steadies him by the shoulder.

Next door, there’s faint bass. While she gets him to sit, his attention shifts to focus on the fuzzy sound, similar but separate from the pounding in his feverish head. It’s too fast to keep up with. 

Blinking from a fog, he sees she’s placed a clean, comfy shirt next to him on the bed. She’s still there, by the closet, rooting around. Going on about having put away the winter things just for the temperature to drop again. He recalls the gaping holes he’d avoided on the road - too many to count. She comes back over and sets down a pair of flannel pyjama pants next to the shirt. Pausing to watch as he stares at the clothes, zoning out. He feels her hand on the back of his head and her lips press to his forehead. The next words she murmurs to him, he doesn’t contest. 

[fetishy-ivy]

how it feels like to read a sneezefic without any "bless you"

[sf-libet]

there is something deeply, maddeningly intimate about making somebody else sneeze, I feel

particularly if their nose can be stubborn--it's often relatively simple for someone to induce themselves to sneeze, simply focusing on the feeling building and moving their hand with respect to that. inducing on another's nose, by contrast, is sort of like stumbling in the dark, with only cues from the person you're inducing to go on, whether that's verbal confirmation, hitching breaths, shifting facial expression, etc

you have to figure it out--you have to learn what makes them tick, what to take advantage of, and through trial and error work your way to success

it's a learning process, and as you learn, you gain much deeper knowledge of their body, of their nose, of how they respond to certain things, and how to use that to make them do what you want. you're experimenting with what works for them, what works on them.

i wasn't initially thinking in this direction, but it's unironically like sex, isn't it? figuring out what works for them, experimenting with different things, to ultimately induce some kind of release.

[sleepysoftsnz]

Gonna go feral at the thought of someone visibly on the cusp of sneezing, but something makes them laugh and they lose it at the last second.

[snezus-christ-risen]

I love when someone blesses like it’s their love language. 🥰

[koreofitall]

@fetishy-ivy here he is! R/ei snz for the people.

[snezus-christ-risen]

Blessing someone between pressing kisses to their pussy.

[fetishccinealfredo]

"hh...hheEHh...!" his breath hitches, his bare chest rising and following. he was gently restrained on the bed, completely at her mercy.

she giggles, continuing her inducing. she used a feather, which she now moved in slower, teasing circles.

"does that tickle?" she asked knowingly. of course it tickled, more than anything.

he lightly shudders under the sensation, feeling his dick twitch in arousal and anticipation.

"huhh... ehHHhh...s-so much..!" he got that out by the skin of his teeth. she grins, deciding to lightly pick up the speed.

his eyes flutter a few times before fully, helplessly closing.

"mistress, please, i... i-- hihHhh--!! i n-need to...-"

"go ahead, darling. let it all out." she grins, tickling his nose a little deeper to 'help him out'.

"hhEH'tsSHeww!! ehH'tShuh!! hehh... eHHh... hEh'tsSHiieww!! hah'tSSHhieww!"

"oh, bless you, darling. i love that you're just so allergic to feathers." she giggled sweetly, kissing his nose softly.

he sniffles wetly, his cock erect and a slight mess on his face. but he's turned on, satisfied.

"thank you, mistress."

[snezus-christ-risen]

Sexually teasing someone who is also nursing a stuck sneeze.

[snzsuckers]

MINOR AND NONE SNZ BLOG DO NOT INTERACT!!

Meet my Snz OC Alnus and Juniper

[silentsneezes]

someone reading aloud to their sick partner and having to pause to say “bless you” every few pages

[swooningdelirium]

somebody checking a thermometer and looking at their loved one with sad eyes, not even reciting the reading out loud.

just a soft click of the tongue and an “oh, honey.”

[fetishy-ivy]

Deep, masculine voice + soft, breathy sneezes 😩

[koreofitall]

I think something so wonderful about a blessing is the acknowledgement of it. The 'thank you' specifically. There's something so sexy about someone acknowledging a moment of their own vulnerability and appreciating the acknowledgement from someone else.

It can be a bit of a mindless little gesture. Common courtesy and all that jazz. But when the person receiving the bless you really takes it in and offers a proper and purposeful thank you, FUCK I get tingly.

[sunsetsnz]

also just wanna make it clear while i’m actually here for a sec: fuck israeli government, fuck israel as a state, fuck zionists. free palestine, and free lebanon from this war now too. gen0cide for any reason is unfathomably evil.