Blog Amongst Snez

Currently on Break Busy writing literary analysis essays instead of snzfic. I shall see you at the end of the semester! (She/They/He, 20-something) Hello, good people of Snzblr! I’m a displaced Française, lover of historic romance and regalia, and histrionic poet. I've recently gotten into writing fet fic in a bid to rid myself of crippling writer's block, and I figured it was about time to force it upon the unsuspecting public. Also. I am an adult human. If you are not, please leave.

[icarusrex]

How often do you transmute things that upset you in your actual life into kink content?

Always

Often

Sometimes

Never

just saying hi :)

Voting ended onJan 24, 2025

[lostatsneeze]

My girlfriend is across town taking care of her sick partner, and knowing that is making it very hard for me to think of anything else.

[snzcaretaker]

I see your "desperately sneezing into a scarf" snzario and raise you "desperately sneezing into a cravat/jabot"

...Bonus if it's a lace jabot that in fact covers nothing.

Image source

[lostatsneeze]

This is a very specific fantasy of mine

[snzcaretaker]

𝕿𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝕷𝖎𝖊 𝕯𝖔𝖜𝖓

This is Edwin.

Fun facts about Edwin:

He acts like more of an asshole than he really is.

He's been sickly all his life.

He's trying to get through a formal event but had to lie down in the other room for a moment to try to stop sneezing.

He is definitely not sick.

He has a fever.

He also has a sinus headache.

He hasn't been hugged even in passing for at least six months. He hasn't been held in years.

He gets very emotional when he's sick.

If no one hugs him within the next 10-20 seconds, he's going to start crying.

That will only make the sneezing worse.

But good news for him: if this gets 10 notes I'll draw him a Caretaker <3

[ilovesickboys]

Currently thinking about a sick, whiny character complaining, “This cold is kicking my ass”

[lostatsneeze]

Tonight’s whump feelings: unnecessarily carrying the whumpee.

They barely twisted their ankle, and they only need to get to the next room, but their caretaker insists on carrying them anyway.

Or they have a fever, and they were just a touch dizzy, and it’s already passed, honestly, but they wobbled for just a second so it’s bridal carry time.

Or the doctor sent them home with crutches, but they haven’t been used once because caretaker insists it’d be faster to carry them around the house.

Or, in more modern settings:

Help has arrived, and the EMTs are trying to convince an exhausted and fiercely protective caretaker to lay whumpee down on the stretcher, but they’re so adamant about holding whumpee that the EMTs relent and take them to the hospital with caretaker sitting on the stretcher and cradling whumpee in their arms.

Just. Caretaker whose immediate response to any situation is to pick up their whumpee and carry them to safety.

[lostatsneeze]

So, I learned an important lesson about recreational use of airway irritants.

Here is how my evening went:

Me: Ooh, I should let my girlfriend induce me. That would be so hot!

My body: Ooh, you know what else would be super hot? You could open a container of chhinkni and immediately have an asthma attack!

Me: I don’t know if that’s…

My body: No, that’s the exact sort of thing you like, right?

Me: Umm…

My body: And then she could hold you upright in bed so you can breathe right and hold the nebulizer mouthpiece in place because your dumbass thought “I don’t need a mask, I’m not a child” and you can beg her not to make you go to the hospital and lie wheezing against your satin sheets like a tubercular heiress and she can rub soothing circles on your back while you choke on air and…

Me: Yeah, that’s more of an “in theory” kind of fantasy…

My body:…

Me:…

My body:…hypocrite.

[lostatsneeze]

I just had maybe the most embarrassing possible first foray into snz in the bedroom. Someone come put me out of my misery.

Anyways, who wants to share their snz disaster stories to make me feel better? 🥺

[sickromancer]

I just learned that back on the 1600s Pope Urban VIII banned snuff in Vatican because it caused sneezing, and sneezing was just too sinful a delight, resembling orgasm.

Honestly anyone who calls this fetish absurd is just absurd themself.

(also now thinking about young men of religion smuggling snuff into Vatican on 1600s and sharing it with their friends in a secret absolutely not an orgy.)

[lostatsneeze]

I learned this fun fact as a preteen in French Catholic school. It did irreversible damage to my brain.

[lostatsneeze]

Weird question: do any other bilingual/polyglot writers spell sneezes differently between languages?

I’m going through all my fics trying to make a master book of spellings by character to keep the spelling consistent between fics, and I realized that I tend to have different spellings for English and French language fics with the same characters.

Is that normal?

[spring-flowers14]

A fancy historical lady wearing a voluminous gown, which her secret lover loves to get under to give her some much needed attention. One day, while this is happening they're suddenly interrupted by another--and no one can know about their trysts. However,the lover is allergic to something in the surrounding area (pollen filled gardens, dusty room, the ladys own perfume/powders) and is now also trying not to sneeze and give themselves away

The lady on the other hand must maintain her composure and conversation and distract from the sniffles and hitchesbeneathhed skirts while feeling her lover rubbing their nose along her stocking covered thighs as they itch their nose while also continuing to tease her

Bonus if she's very much into this scenario and uses the opportunity to tease her lover by saying and doing things to rile them up and make them even more likely to sneeze

[very-freakin-effable]

oh dear sweet heavens to betsy

[lostatsneeze]

Spoonfeeding vampires.

Sick vampires who are too weak to properly bite you, but won’t regain their strength unless they feed.

Vampires who are so overcome when they feed that they don’t trust themselves to stop if they latch onto your neck.

New vampires who haven’t quite figured out how the bloodsucking thing works.

Vampires who are afraid use their fangs, afraid to hurt you, afraid to let you see them as a monster.

Vampires looking at you with carnal hunger and absolute trust as you raise another spoonful to their lips.

[fuckin-sick-bih]

tfw you wanna watch his expression crumple, feel his breath hitch, nibble at his neck while he struggles to hold back just a second longer before- that snap of energy, a rush of air, lungs collapsing with a shudder. his body at your mercy while you sit atop him. quiet "bless you"s rolling off your tongue in between kisses across his chest, feeling that stutter and twitch beneath your lips as his breath starts hitching again

[lostatsneeze]

This morning I told my girlfriend that the light was hitting her hair like she was rendered in tempera by Botticelli, and she told me to “get your histrionic poet ass over here and fuck me.”

This is my ideal relationship dynamic.

[lostatsneeze]

bonne année, beaux salauds!

I celebrated with terrible champagne and surprisingly good gin and carrying my sleeping girlfriend to bed at 10 even though she swore she wanted to stay up til midnight, and I woke up with mascara on my eyelids and my cat curled up on the pillow beside me and my girlfriend in the kitchen diluting the wine with enough orange juice to make it drinkable and the unfounded belief that this year is going to be okay.

[lostatsneeze]

Not snz.

This is a post about how my girlfriend is a perfect goddess who is so much more than I deserve.

This morning I reached a new level of domesticity with her.

I usually don’t bother trying to explain my relationship to gender, because I generally just don’t care. Maybe three or four times a month I have a sense of gender that extends beyond clothes and body parts.

I present feminine most of the time, so while I welcome the use of any gender pronouns, people usually default to she/her.

This morning I was feeling very masc, which never happens, but I hadn’t had a chance to shower and put on masc clothes. I also hadn’t had the chance to tell my gf I was feeling he/him.

But this absolute sorceress walks past me on her way to make coffee, pats me on the head, and tells me what a pretty boy I am.

[sickromancer]

I've been recently revisiting regularly the image of a regency setting drawing room with guests spending time with the host family, and there's some sort of Austen-style matrimonial 10-front war going on, and one of the people sitting there is this young woman from the host side, who has a terrific cold. She is bookish but not in a romanticised way, but rather an annoying know-it-all, pedant and graceless in conversation, a bit of a butt of the joke in the story. Wears glasses too, of course. She had been adamant that the cold was nothing because she wouldn't miss the chance to show off her reading and intellect to some bachelor or another, but really it's just quite comical because her nose is bright red and she has little time to do anything but sneeze - quite violently and in a ridiculous, rising pitch - and blow her snotty nose. She seems to be quite unaware of how entirely off-putting it is to everyone else.

And I... I find her devastatingly sexy.

[sickromancer]

Perhaps she'll still find a ridiculous little bachelor who is a long time admirer and so impressed by her that her cold wouldn't hinder him, and then she can dominate him and sneeze on him.

[lostatsneeze]

The ridiculous little bachelor trying his hardest to pay enough attention to the polite conversation of the host’s younger daughter to give passably coherent answers to her many, many questions while he’s so distracted by the show her elder sister is putting on he can hardly think of anything but the erratic fluttering of her chest as she pitches forward with yet another sneeze.

And he vaguely thinks how rude this must be, to insist on sitting in when she’s in such a state, it’s surely that tactlessness that’s left her unwed and prospectless while her younger sister is taking suitors, but he’s so deeply enthralled with seeing her in such a state that he can’t bring himself to be ungrateful.

He’s so flustered an hour into the excruciatingly long morning visit that he’s certain his face must be at least as red as hers.