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@pollen-and-peachblossoms
once again simping for men with dramatic buildups.
buildups that make their eyes go half-lidded, maybe slightly crossed? all leading up to a gentle, maybe tight closing.
his chest rising and falling with every hitch.
is his nose pink? sensitive? maybe a little drippy?
yeah. yeah, that's the good stuff.
she had him bound and on his knees, bringing a lovely bouquet of flowers up to his nose.
his eyes gently close as his breathing started to hitch.
"hihh... oh my god, it... it... hahh...!" she lowered the bouquet, placing a delicate finger under his nose.
she grinned, watching his eyes flutter open as the urge faded.
he looked up at her with desperation, his cock twitching in his boxers as a little precum stained through them.
"you really are excited, aren't you?" she kisses the tip of his nose, her voice gentle and seductive. "then you know what to say, don't you?"
he swallows softly, a small sniffle escaping. her finger remained under his nose, teasing him further.
"please...m-make me sneeze.." she withdraws her finger, bringing the bouquet gently under his nose. freshly pollinated, how convenient.
immediately, his breath hitched, his chest rising and falling quickly. "huhH... heEH...!!"
he sprayed forward with a few wet sneezes, misting both the flowers as well as her.
"hEH'gSShuhH! het'Zzshew! hih... hAAh'tsHiew!!" he sniffled wetly as she lowers the bouquet once more.
"oh, bless you. such a messy boy." she coos, eyeing the bulge now present in his boxers.
"what do you say we make you even messier, hmm?" <3
Thinking about a stoic, intimidating person having harsh, growl-esque sneezes in public…
“GRRSSSHT!”
“H’RRRSHT!”
“HRRRGSHoo!”
But it turns out, those sneezes are just to keep the appearance of authority up. Their natural, private sneezes cuter, softer.
“Hih’tschiew!”
“Eih- Eisshoo!”
“Ih’dschi!”
Bonus points if they’re very hitchy and try to talk between the hitches.
one of the big draws of giant/destructive snz imo is then getting to introduce the character in question to a character who lovingly tends to their nose even knowing what its capable of.
oh to go through life having to be constantly hyperconscious of this very basic reflex that everyone else gets to experience mostly without thinking about it and then meeting someone who wants to share that burden with you (and maybe even enjoys it. maybe even quite a lot.) what a powerful thing..
why should she bother to cover if she's just gonna get back in the water?
Realllly wanna put my finger under someone's itchy nose to either stop their sneeze and tease them, or feel every part of their sneezes on my hand
so, after reading @witchysniffles' hotter-than-the-hottest-day-of-summer snzfic adult swim ... I just had to draw allergic!R/io on her stupid pineapple pool float 🤭🍍
A professor/office worker looking over papers in their right hand, using the handkerchief in their other hand to rub their nose every so often.
Except when they need to sneeze, they accidentally do so with the wrong hands. And now the paper is soaked with their sneeze and possibly the cold they are coming down with. Hopefully the next sneezes don’t make such a mess…
drew a cute lil' doodle based on a scene in my latest fic ehehehe
hayfever misery but make it ✨cute✨
please do not reblog to non-snz blogs // MDNI (18+ blog)
When someone stifles a batch of itchy sneezes against the back of their hand only to realize a second later that said hand was holding precisely the object of their irritation. One they had previously been doing their best to keep as far from their face as possible. The reaction is immediate as their nostrils flare into large rings shaking with desperation. Their breath doesn’t seem to have caught the memo, hitching again and again, unable to catch. Though the moment feels long it was only a few seconds of wait before their breath finally seemed to catch. All at once they dropped the object with a clatter bending at the waist as their hand comes up to cup around their face. The sneezes explode out of them in harsh decisive bursts, some hardly waiting for their previous to finish as their nose forces them out, begging for relief from the irritant. It is only then they remember the lingering irritant on their now mucas covered hands.
Inspired by this comic, and something I'm writing, and my own meandering experiences, I've been thinking about someone who spends the day before a cold hits feeling terrible. And not so much physically terrible - though a bit of that, too - but bad in every way, without knowing why.
They're snappish and short tempered with their loved ones, and impatient at the world. Every interaction seems designed for maximum irritation. But they're also cross at themselves because they just can't think at their usual speed. They're slow at work, make mistakes, can't focus and get so cross at themselves for how stupid they are. They desperately want a nap mid-afternoon, but also feel like this is lazy and of course they can't, only to find their eyes closing against their will. All of which leads to rising levels of anxiety: are they the only ones that feel like this? Everyone else can focus. Why can't they just get stuff done?
Maybe there's the early hints of physical illness: stiff shoulders, a scratch in the throat, a sneeze that's more forceful than usual. But it's also easy to overlook these, or assign them to how busy they've been, their lack of sleep recently. They just need to push through, get an earlier night tonight. Except they can't switch off, their mind is racing, and what if this is how it is now? What if they're just... A bit shit now. Forever.
And that's the fear of the small hours, when they're awake, anxiety rising, cheeks hot, tears burning in their eyes.
So when the symptoms do show themselves the next day - the sneezes and runny nose, hoarse voice and sinus pressure that unmistakably signal a cold - it's almost a relief. Because it means they aren't useless and terrible. They're just sick. This too shall pass.
MORE R/yland G/race hcs bc i am insane
- Always says excuse me/sorry either before or after a fit- tries so hard to excuse himself before but it always comes out breathless
- Either sneezes into his wrist or hides his face behind his elbow vampire style
- Has learned to catch his glasses mid air while he’s sneezing bc he’s broken pairs like this before
- Prone to biting his tongue if a snz catches him off guard
- Get squirmy and grossed out easily so he won’t carry a hankerchief ever but he will use a disposable pack of tissues, or two,,,, or three.
A little "heh-hold on, i-" with one finger held up followed by a waist bending sneeze probably wouldnt fix me but it wouldnt hurt!!
A little Ry/land Gr/ace snz art :3
based on convos with @lavanderbouquete ehehe
G/race being the type to let everyone within a mile radius of him know when allergy season has started, simply because the frequency and sound of his sneezes is that recognizable (and that's assuming they hear him before they see the sorry state of his nose).
G/race being the type to sneeze so much he gets hoarse during peak allergy season, to a point of such consistency that his colleagues learn to stop asking whether he's sick at that time of year (unfortunate for the one time he actually is).
On the other end of the spectrum: G/race also being the type to get plagued by endless false starts all day long during peak allergy season, just because his body likes to keep him on his toes, apparently.
G/race being the type to just let himself openly hitch and hitch and hitch, right in the middle of a conversation, because if there's even a chance he might finally start sneezing, he has to take it no matter how embarrassing it is to let it take hold (he doesn't even end up sneezing 🥀).
G/race being the type to get overstimulated and snippy with anyone who talks to him (except his students <3) because he's just that distracted and overwhelmed by his nose's constant itching and lack of sneezing.
G/race being the type to induce when he's finally alone to get the relief he's been needing (and once he starts, he starts).
Better yet: G/race being the type to induce for stress relief on a general scale, because the physical release of tension just feels that good to him (coupled with being so touch sensitive that it's incredibly easy).
R/ocky getting all concerned the first time he witnesses G/race having a violent sneezing fit. G/race is trying (and failing) to reassure him that this is normal for him, as he can barely get a word out before gasping into the next sneeze.
i know i reblogged this already but THIS time i'm going to do ✨DIALOGUE✨ about it (putting ro/cky's lines in a different font because that's fun i think)
Gr/ace: Huhh— AhHDTT’chhiih! Hheh- hHEH’SHhiuhh!
The on-board computer: Bless you, Dr. Gr/ace.
Gr/ace: Thangk you, Mbary- yYHh-! HhDJISHhhew! EhhdtZSCHhieh!
(startled 🎵🎶🎵⁉️ sounds from the rock)
Ro/cky: Gr/ace? Gr/ace okay, question?!
Gr/ace: Ndo, ndo- snff! M’fi- hEHh’huh! AHhdtTISHhhew!
Ro/cky: Gr/ace having trouble breathing so must be dying. Face exploding? This happen when humans die?
Gr/ace: I’mb finde, Rock, it’s a... hH-HEHhtschh! Humband thi’gg— snfF-! Eughh, mby gosh...
Ro/cky: Grace talk different why, question?
(Gr/ace realises he’s gonna have to explain the complexities of the human respiratory system to Ro/cky. He is not looking forward to this.)
Gr/ace: Ughhh, don’t worry about it... H-hehh-! ETSCHhh- Hhdt’TSZCHhuh! Hhh-! EihHGKTtsch’heww!
Ro/cky: Request denied. Ro/cky will worry about friend Gr/ace.
Gr/ace: Sndff—! Nguhhh... That’s. Actually kinda sweet of you.
(he finds something to blow his nose into. idk what there'd be in Actual Space for that but whatever works i guess. maybe an old shirt or something.)
Ro/cky: Disgust.
Gr/ace: Yeah, it kinda is...
(Teacher Mode Activated)
Gr/ace: Okay, so, remember how I told you about breathing...
YOOOOOO HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT
The sneezing fit is somehow caused by Ro/cky accidentally! Maybe he asked to touch Gr/ace’s squishy human face through that stretchy xenonite film thing, and accidentally have one of his little Ro/cky fingers wonder too close to (or already inside) Gr/ace sensitive nostrils.
And as Gr/ace sneezed he panicked inside his little chamber crying: “NO NO NO RO/CKY TOUCHED GR/ACE FACE EXPLODE BUTTON! RO/CKY KILLED GRACE NO NO NO APOLOGY APOLOGY APOLOGY!” or “RO/CKY TOUCHED GR/ACE AIRWAY NOW GR/ACE AIRWAY SELF DESTRUCTING NO NO NO NO ROCKY APOLOGY!” (While either spinning in circles or huddled in a corner with fear and making little whimpering squeaks)
Oh, imagine back in the day, the golden era of Hollywood, picture a lady who just got "discovered" and stars in films, but the poor woman is allergic to everything. Smoke (everyone smoked, she was probably supposed to smoke in the movie, and there was no such thing as fake cigarettes), flowers, animals, everything that was in a shot was actually there, in the shot. And messing up a take could be devastating. 👀
Or just when the transition from silent movies to talkies is in full swing, the pretty movie star catches a horrible cold and her voice is just shot. And she keeps sneezing. 😏
