You’re not sure what wakes you up at first—you’re not a morning person and it can’t be much later that 6am based on the soft light in the bedroom. Then you hear it, muffled and behind the bathroom door, but obviously your wakeup call: his sneeze.
Well, three sneezes to be specific.
Okay, five.
Seven?! What is going on in there? You get out of bed and lightly rap on the door.
“Baby, are you okay?” you ask. The only answer you get is another sneeze, so you edge the door open. “Oh, sweetie,” you whisper when you see him. He’s sitting on the closed lid of the toilet looking utterly miserable: a fistful of tissues in one hand and the crumpled remains of a others nearly overflowing in the garbage can. His nose is cherry red and his face is flushed; his poor eyes are bloodshot and streaming. When he sneezes you can hear the flooding congestion rushing down from his sinuses and out through those battered nostrils—this fit has been going on for a while. You suspect he’s been trying to keep them quiet so he didn’t disturb your sleep because now that you’re awake the sneezes seem more violent, making his body shake with the urge to dispel whatever is causing the ferocious tickle in his nose. He nearly doubles over as three sneezes tear out of him one after the other and he immediately blows his nose into the clump of tissues that’s been nearly permanently attached to his face since you opened the door.
“Bless you, love,” you say, coming forward and threading your fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp with your fingernails. When he talks, his voice is so thick with congestion it’s hard to make out what he’s saying at first.
how can anyone just be indifferent to sneezing. how can anyone not find it at least a little bit endearing lmaooo like I mean
it's a weird little thing everyone does. it's involuntary. it's amusing. it can tell you so much about a person. and everyone just does it. like it's something everyone's bodies force them to experience, usually without much say on their part. like. Hello??? it's so fucking cute
okay but like. thigh riding and snz. specifically wlw or nblw bc there's not enough of that (big nsft & some spray under the cut, in second person)
just...your allergy-ridden girlfriend straddling your thigh. like a work of art, fully on display for you, desperately hitching at the scent of your perfume. it's obvious the pollen outside has been setting her off, and the sweet, almost floral scent of your fragrance is just the icing on the cake.
she leans in. inhales the scent off your collarbone. as she's doing so, she grinds down on your thigh, the sheer anticipation making her shake. a hitch. a-another-
"o-oh fuck-" she hitches one final time, and you're there to watch her perfect, strawberry lips part, mess already beginning to drip down her cupid's bow, before-
"heh'ISSHEW! EtCHhhEW!"
sopping wet sneezes, aimed haphazardly down at both of your chests, until the both of you are positively gleaming with spray. she whimpers, grinding down on your thigh a little more.
"so pretty," you whisper, hiking your leg up a bit to brush at her sensitive core, and she cries out, her nails digging into your arms.
"ti - tickles..." she whispered, her hips moving a little harder as she begins hitching again. her breasts shake at every movement, nipples hard and prominent underneath her pajama top.
"i'll bet it does, sweetheart," you trace your finger across her septum and watch her head dip back. "pollen's been doing this all day, huh? poor baby. bet you've needed this all day."
she's so purely blissed out on riding your thigh that all she can muster is a little nod. the hitching doesn't stop.
"go on, then," you say. you grab her chin and pull it back down to look at you, before letting her get a good inhale of your perfume. as you lean into her ear and she leans into yours, you can hear the desperation in her breath, and neither of you can tell which whimpers are from arousal and which are from the sneezes that desperately want to be released. "be a good girl, make a mess out of both of us."
it's like your voice unlocks a barrier in her head.
something else i love: when there's a pause between the gasp and release of a sneeze,, like it's hard to explain so ill try and spell it out -
"hhaAH- (a beat) -tTSCHhiew!"
it's like for that second or two in between, the person is just stuck in this torturous tickly limbo that feels like forever even though it's just the briefest moment
I love the idea of heightened sensitivity. Like if someone has a bit of a cold or a touch of hayfever, something that makes their nose run and tickle a little but nothing too severe, and then they’re exposed to something that usually doesn’t give them any trouble, like dust, scented candles or somebody’s cologne, and their nose unexpectedly decides that the combination of irritants is just too much. Cue surprise sneezing fit.
Appears some drama went down whilst I was away for a bit so how’s about a palate cleanse with this brain dump …
The hitch.
It’s different in everyone.
Some people have quiet almost imperceptible hitching. It’s just so damn adorable and when it leads to a big full sneeze it’s just … omgggggg
Some people have gasping desperate hitches. The kind that take over their entire body. Just this amazing visual and physical response to the need for relief.
Some lucky folks have verbal hitching where the voice gets added and it sounds half like a moan and just - I’ve suffered brain cell death there.
It’s all different and nuanced and just soooooo fucking amazing.
Okay, but how about someone lacing a makeup brush with chhinkni/pepper/perfume, unbeknownst to the person whom the brush will be used upon? As it flicks across their nose, the bristles soft and tickly anyway, they can't help but gasp an inhale, taking in a deep whiff of it. Their nose scrunches as the irritant lodges deep within, and their breath starts to waver and hitch. As their eyes flutter closed, the person wielding the brush just watches, enraptured...
The feel their heart race as they put the finishing touches to their creation and hide the evidence. It's not a moment too soon, as A comes through the door a second later.
"Okay, B. Make me beautiful," they say, as if they were anything but already. "Those damn cameras pick up on everything."
"Don't worry, I'll take good care of you," B says, knowing full well A has no idea how they're going to take care of them.
"You always do," A grins easily. Dazzling, and gorgeous. Managing a bashful smile, B positions the chair so A is facing them full on.
"Okay A, let's just make sure your face is clean first, otherwise you won't be able to get rid of me."
They manage to make it sound like a joke, even as their stomach flutters, their hand reaching for the powder brush. They can barely keep their voice level as they say 'Eyes closed, please.' A, of course, obliges, and B bites their lip, setting to work sweeping the brush over A's forehead, down their face, along their chin, then over their cheeks, gradually creeping closer to their wonderful nose.
"These things always tickle me," A murmurs with a laugh, visibly trying to keep themselves still. Then their nose crinkles slightly, and B almost forgets how to breathe.
"Won't be much longer," B murmurs, mouth suddenly dry. It's now or never, they think to themselves.
Hand trembling, they sweep the brush from the bridge of A's nose down, then right underneath their nares, unable (and unwilling) to tear their eyes away. Just as always, A's nose scrunches further, gasping from the soft, tickly bristles, and B's heart somersaults in their chest. But this time as A pulls back, their brow furrows further, and their eyes fly open. Their normally sharp eyes are hazy, unfocused.
B barely breathes.
"Oh," A shakily exhales then sniffles. "Oh does thhh-at brush hhih... hih ? snf! have per-perfume on iihht ?"
"Um," B forces themselves to frown. "I don't think so. You're allergic to perfume, right?”
"Yehhh-yeah! Snf!”
"Oh,” B brings the brush to their nose, drawing in a deep whiff of the scent they spritzed over the brush just moments ago. “Oh no, it does smell like it has perfume on it! I’m so sorry A,” they squeak. But A’s not listening; their eyes are fluttering closed, their chest rising and falling rapidly. Feeling heat pool in their stomach, B watches, entaptured.
"Hehh… I’m gonna sn-hh-eeze hih-hih-hih! Ihht’s cohhm- com- com! Huh... Hh-eh! Heh-uhh-hih! Gohhna! Ih-hih’HIKshoo! HHhh-Ehkshuuh! HETCHuuhhh! Guh…” A snaps forward, allergic tears pooling at the corner of their eyes. B merely blushes, their every nerve on fire, as A gears up for another round.
With the final sneeze, A melts back into the chair, hair in disarray and tears streaming down their face. Though their nose still quivers, the irritated look has disappeared, morphing into tiredness instead. B struggles to keep themselves from trembling.
“Bless you,” they all but whisper.
"Ugh, thanks,” A says around wet sniffles. They gratefully reach for the tissues B nudges towards them, blowing harshly. “Sorry B, that just made your job 10 times harder. I’m good now. But maybe let’s not use that brush, eh?”
"Absolutely,” B squeaks, hastily retrieving another one. But they made sure to keep the other brush close by, just in case.
you’re rlly easy to induce? you can’t help but snz in multiples? you whine & moan when you buildup? may even cry a lil? oh so what you’re saying is you’re the hottest most fuckable person on this planet ok i got you
you’re making them count to 10 out loud while you’re holding the tissue/qtip in their nose. with each number their breath is getting hitchier and hitchier and it’s becoming harder for them to speak, “fi-ahh! hih! haaah… five…” their nostrils glisten and flare with every twist of the object. they’re desperate… and then they sneeze, and it’s wet and messy and so so itchy. they only made it to 7. “you’ll get it next time, baby.” you say as you slowly ease the object back into their nose.
An android or similarly humanoid non-human is fascinated by human behaviour, is also rather interested in the compulsion of sneezing. After watching one of their companions do so, they inquire about it, wishing to experience it for themselves. Their human companion indulges, both allowing them to watch as they induce themself and run through the process of what it feels like, before twirling up the edge of a tissue and giving them a first hand demonstration
Ok I genuinely don’t understand what’s going on because I think I’ve been more horny in the past week and a half alone than I’ve been in my entire 22 years of living like first I make an account on the forum (even tho I don’t plan on interacting there much) and now snzblr blog in the span of a WEEK? are u kidding???? not even counting the countless hours I’ve spent listening to wavs and endlessly scrolling snzblr for the past few days. WHAT is in the air pls tell me bc I need answers
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