UNDER 18 DO NOT INTERACT. JUST UH. FYI. Yeah, it's a sneeze fetish blog.
Name's Libet, although I do answer to pretty boy.
23, he/she/they, en/de, bi, not quite perpetually horny. I haven't updated this bio in years.
I draw things. I write things. Occasionally I sneeze for public consumption.
Icon from maddel_art's lovely picrew.
Add me on Discord? sflibet
Call me Libet, my bio is pretty good at introducing me tbh, but I felt I’d make something of an all intents “this is me” pinned post for those wondering things. I have a dick, but often indulge in gender shenanigans. He/she/they, nobody knows what i am but everyone finds me hot so everyone's gay.
18+ ONLY INTERACTING ON MY POSTS, PLS. I know you’re gonna look anyway, but if you’re underage, please don’t interact with me, be safe, this community has enough creeps in it.
ALSO DON’T REBLOG NONSENSE FROM MY BLOG TO NONKINK BLOGS, PLS N THNK U
now that the disclaimers are done, uhhhhhhhh
My DMs are always open, my discord is in my bio, always open to more interaction, even though i’m a fuckinnnn dork lol
I have a sneeze fetish and an (admittedly, nonsexual) interest in hurt/comfort sorts of stuff. I have other sexual interests (which are tangentially related and you can find out if you wanna dm me about it) but that’s mainly what this blog’s about.
got a lot of ocs, got a lot of interests, i write, i draw, i VA/record myself sneezing sometimes, eeeeverything’s for sale my friend. err--actually no, it’s free. i post some scenarios and some general thoughts, and do my best to tag stuff i make.
#libet blibet for posts i consider "misc"/talking, pretty much any original text post that's not a fic or something i make will include that one
#libet fic for fics
#my wavs for...my wavs?
#my vids for...my vids. shocker
#libet art for art
#snilence is my general purpose tag for an OC verse with a similar name
#ask libet for asks
i’ll probably post some art and fics of some sort at some point in some place (here and here).
Your art is so good what?? Don't be shy, please post more! 💖
Oh wow!! Thank you so much!!! I really appreciate you and others who’ve been so kind about my art!
I did post a couple others on here, for requests, and I do have a (snz) piece currently in the works!
I realize it’s been a while since I posted these, so here you go! (They are snz. Requested snz art of Jess//ica Rab//bit and Bet//illa from Ray//man Origins) Below cut ⬇️
sometimes i see people post really basic snzarios of stuff I've seen a million times but seems to be a novel discovery to them, and it sorta feels like this to me
shaving my legs is fun because the steam from the water loosens my sinuses if I'm in there long enough (like i am when shaving my legs) meaning i start sneezing and my nose runs like crazy. unfortunately the mucus is almost entirely clear and watery (i think water is literally condensing in my nose) so i can never get good pics and the sneezing is really random and sudden so it's tough to record if I'm not outright inducing lol
A vampire seeks out the drunkest prey at the bar to make sure they won’t put up much of a fight. They spot someone leaning against a wall, nursing a drink that must’ve been their fourth or fifth at least, as they seem to be dizzy and off-balance, plus their nose and cheeks are flushed by what seems to be the alcohol. The vampire approaches them and it seems that they’re also slurring their words, dropping all their m and n sounds. The vampire takes this opportunity and drags them out into an alleyway, and in the darkness of solitude, they sink their fangs into the victim. As a defense mechanism, vampire saliva tends to produce an aphrodisiac effect, so when the victim begins to breathe in hitches the vampire attributes it to pleasure. Wrong. The victim throws their head back, but instead of moaning out in ecstasy, they sneeze directly into the vampire’s shoulder, leaving a dampness in their clothes. It suddenly dawns on the vampire that all of the symptoms they had attributed to their drunken state were brought upon by fever and illness, and the blood they had just now revelled in consuming now spelled out the instrument of their suffering for the next few days. It was too late for the vampire, as the virus that had found a home in the victim’s system now ran through the vampire’s veins, dooming them to a week of sneezes and sniffles.
Just rewatched F/ullmetal A/lchemist: Brotherhood, so here's Roy and Riza both trying to hide their colds from each other at the office🥰
3k, set immediately post-series. Minor mess mentions.
*****
Riza Hawkeye was the perfect sharpshooter. Her discipline, precision, and control allowed for near-flawless aim, while her calm and collected demeanor ensured that she could get in, get the job done, and get out without hesitation.
As Riza awoke with her head in a fog and aching limbs, she prayed her skills would not be needed today.
Since joining the military, Riza couldn't recall having a real break. Not that she wanted one, particularly. For every national issue the military addressed, it seemed like two more popped up like the ugly heads of a Hydra. Governing a nation is—or should be—an ongoing exercise in betterment, and as long as Colonel Mustang had his eyes on the highest office in Amestris, Riza would work dutifully by his side to improve the lives of Amestrians. For anyone else, losing one's sight in a battle against a Homunculus who swallowed God and somehow coming out victorious would be a cause for celebration. A vacation, maybe. For Roy, it only kindled his desire to rebuild Amestris on a foundation of justice, carving out the violence and hatred seated deep in the country's core.
As soon as Roy and Riza were discharged from the hospital (and even before), they were back to work. With Grumman taking on the role of Führer, the Eastern Command Center was sorely lacking leadership, and Roy was the obvious candidate for the role. Roy and Riza had now been back in the office for three days, and Riza was starting to wonder if she had perhaps rushed her recovery. Her head was pounding as she entered the Command Center. Her throat burned. Her eyelids drooped. Riza felt, in no uncertain terms, like a pile of hot garbage.
Upon dragging herself into the Colonel's office, Riza noted that despite how sluggish she felt, she was as punctual as ever and had arrived before her superior. She took a seat at her desk and sighed at the mountain of paperwork in front of her; it would be another long day.
As the minutes ticked by, Riza wavered between relief that Mustang hadn't arrived yet to see her sorry state and concern as to his whereabouts. Had he gotten into a fight on the way to work? Had he been kidnapped by a Bradley loyalist? Did he accidentally light himself on fire?
Her hypothetical concerns were interrupted by a persistent itch deep in her sinuses. She pinched the bridge of her nose to try to quell the sensation, but the relentless tickle refused to leave. It only grew and grew, demanding her attention, until she had no choice but to release a double into her cupped hand. "hksShh! hih'KSshiew!"
Riza grabbed a handkerchief from her pocket to clean her hand and dab at the moisture above her upper lip. Before she could fully regain her composure, she heard the familiar sound of military-issue boots approaching in the hallway, followed by the turning of the doorknob. Riza shot up out of her chair and stood at attention.
"Sir!" she barked, a slight rasp creeping into her voice.
Colonel Roy Mustang entered and dismissed Riza with the nonchalant wave of his hand. "Lieutenant."
"Late start this morning?" She analyzed his face and movements, searching for any signs of injury. Though she found no cuts or bruises, the bags under his eyes and unnatural pallidness of his skin suggested that something was off.
Roy averted her gaze. "Yeah, I overslept. I had some trouble sleeping last night."
"Something on your mind?"
"I suppose a lot of things. I want to handle the restoration of Ishval appropriately. Major Miles from Briggs will be coming in next week to discuss what his team is working on so we can collaborate. And speaking of Ishval…" Roy grabbed a piece of paper from his desk. "This is the materials requisition form for the first phase of our project. Can you make a copy of this?"
"Yes, sir."
"I'll be in the archives office for most of the day doing more research if you need me." Roy turned to leave.
"After I make the copy, do you want me to join you?"
"No," Roy answered too quickly. "No, that won't be necessary. After you bring me the copy, you can continue working through our backlog of paperwork—" He gestured to the stack on her desk. "—and if by some miracle you finish that, you can start the proposal for an Ishvalan irrigation system."
Riza nodded, grateful that she would have some solitude today, but finding Roy's behavior somewhat suspect. She would get to the bottom of what was going on sooner or later. In the meantime, she had plenty of work to do.
Roy exited, and Riza took to carefully typing up a copy of the requisition. Normally, such a task would only take her a few minutes, but today, she found herself checking over each line a dozen times for errors as she fought through increasingly blurry vision and a budding headache. After what felt like an hour, Riza pulled the almost-completed form from her typewriter and grabbed a fountain pen to check the last few boxes and sign off on the form. She pressed the tip of the pen into the paper, only to be interrupted by the return of that irksome itch in her nose.
Not again, she thought.
Attempting to keep the pen steady, she turned her head to the side and held a knuckle from her free hand under her nose. Breath hitching, she inhaled, then exhaled just as shakily, warm air from her nose caressing her fingers. "hih…ih…"
Riza Hawkeye was not one to back down from a fight, but she could tell this battle was already lost. Letting the sneeze overtake her, she curled into her fist, spraying her hand and coat sleeve. "hiihSShhiew!"
Sniffling, she withdrew her hand from her face and returned her focus to the requisition form. Her eyes widened in horror as she noticed that despite her efforts to keep the pen in control, an unseemly ink blot marred one box. Though the form was still legible, she scolded herself for her lapse in professionalism. Ordinarily, she would have retyped the form, but so much time had passed since the Colonel initially asked for a copy that she figured it was better to turn in something, imperfect as it may be.
Sighing, Riza snatched the form from her desk and set off toward archives. She found a perky secretary with her hair in a bun seated outside the office.
"Good morning," Riza said. "I have something to deliver to Colonel Mustang. Is he here?"
"Yes!" the secretary replied with a grin. "Though… he asked not to be disturbed unless it was urgent."
"I'm his Lieutenant. He asked me to bring him a copy of this form."
"Ah, well…" The secretary hesitated.
Riza was unperturbed. "I'm going in. If he has a problem with that, I will answer to him. You've done your job."
She strode into the archives office and shut the door behind her. As it latched with a thud, Roy Mustang popped up from behind a filing cabinet. "Lieutenant!" He seemed frazzled by her sudden arrival. "Did you…" He coughed once into his fist, cleared his throat, and tried again. "Did you need something?"
Riza held out the form, hiding the smudged ink with her thumb. "I have the copy of the requisition."
"Oh. Thank you." As he took the form, she held her breath, hoping he would say nothing about the poor quality. "You can get back to your paperwork. I'll be here if you have any issues."
"Yes, sir."
When she returned to her desk, Riza began to tackle the seemingly endless pile of work in front of her. She had only filed two forms when that obnoxious tickle returned to torment her nose. Having learned her lesson, she dropped everything she was holding and frantically dug in her pocket for her handkerchief as her chest heaved. She pulled out the handkerchief in the nick of time and pitched forward. "hih'kshh! ishhh! Hih'KSHhhiew!"
As Riza blew her nose wetly, the door flew open, and Colonel Mustang entered the room. She hastily shoved the handkerchief back in her pocket and sat up straight.
"Lieutenant," the Colonel said, "please make another copy of the requisition form."
Riza's gaze fell to her lap. "Yes, sir. Was the last copy not up to standard?"
When Roy didn't respond immediately, she glanced up and was surprised to see that the Colonel's face had blanched. "Er, no, it's… I just need another."
Was he trying to protect her feelings? She was well aware of the ink blot, and if there had been other errors she had missed in her groggy state, she needed to know. "Colonel, please tell me if my work was unsatisfactory so that I can adjust accordingly."
A deep red rose in Mustang's cheeks. "We don't need to discuss it further! Just make another copy. That is an order, Lieutenant."
Riza's eyes narrowed. She had no problem following fair and logical commands, but she didn't take well to having orders barked at her without justification.
Roy didn't wait for a response, and left Hawkeye alone once again in the office. She meticulously copied the form again, painstakingly double-checking every detail between sniffles and sneezes. She simply left the form on the Colonel's desk when she finished; if he wanted it, he would have to come get it.
The rest of the day was tedious and lonely. The Colonel stayed holed up in the archives office even through lunch, and Riza found herself struggling to sort through the paperwork all on her own. As her symptoms worsened throughout the afternoon, it became almost impossible to read any files. Her eyes were bleary, her nose was dripping, and her throat was on fire. She wanted nothing more than to curl up and sleep.
As evening approached and she was putting the finishing touches on one last file, there was a soft knock at the door. "Lieutenant?" Mustang's muffled voice came from the hallway.
Though her body protested, Riza rose to open the door. "Colonel. I left the new copy of the requisition form on your desk, and I made a dent in the paperwork backlog."
"Thank you. I just wanted to let you know I'm heading out."
Riza nodded. "I'm finishing up too. I'll leave in a few minutes."
"Well, goodnight, Lieutenant." Roy turned on his heel.
"Sorry, Colonel. There was one thing I wanted to speak with you about before you go." Stopping in his tracks, Roy spun back around, face-to-face with the Lieutenant. Riza couldn't meet his eyes. "I wanted to apologize for my substandard work today. I have to admit that I may not have fully recovered from my injuries before returning to the office, and I haven't been feeling well. I know that came through in my work."
Roy was silent for a beat. And then another. When he still hadn't responded, Riza looked up to see his slack-jawed, watery-eyed expression as his chest rose and fell. Roy tented his hands over his face and snapped forward with a volley of powerful, wet sneezes. "hih'JSHhoo! ikSHHhoo! hih-ih-HIH'KSHhooo!" Roy groaned, realizing his charade was up, and wiped a finger inelegantly under his nose. "I could make the same apology to you, Lieutenant. To be honest, I didn't notice a difference in the quality of your work. I've barely been able to keep upright today. I think we picked something up on the train from Central."
Riza wasn't sure whether to be relieved that the Colonel wasn't judging her for her poor performance, angry that he had hid his ailment (though she, of course, had done the same), or worried about his health. She settled on confusion. "Why did you ask me to recopy the requisition form? It wasn't because of the ink blot?"
Roy rubbed a hand on the back of his neck sheepishly. "Ah, I barely got a chance to look at the form. You see…"
Roy recounted his eventful morning.
***
Being a State Alchemist came with perks. Money, fame, power… and, for better or worse, responsibility. Roy often felt the weight of the nation on his shoulders, and today, that weight was compounded by soreness and fatigue. He couldn't take a day off when there was so much rebuilding to do, but… his bed was very tempting that morning. As he donned his uniform for the day, he sat down on the edge of his bed to pull his socks on, struggling to keep his eyes open. He indulged himself by allowing his eyes to drift shut for a few seconds. When he opened them, he was sprawled out on the bed and twenty minutes had passed.
"Shit!"
Roy raced to the office, well-aware he was already late. He tried to keep his cool when Hawkeye questioned him about it, but he knew he had to find a way to distance himself from her, because if she dug much deeper, she would undoubtedly realize he was sick and tell him to go home. The archives office provided the perfect excuse: he did, in fact, need to read through some old files on Ishval, and locking himself away meant he would be free of the Lieutenant's discerning gaze.
Roy splayed out several reports on Ishvalan architecture on the floor and sat down in the middle of them. While his legs were grateful for the opportunity to rest, his sinuses were less impressed by their current situation. Tossing the musty files to the ground had kicked up quite a bit of dust, irritating Roy's already sensitive nose. He inhaled deliberately; there was no use delaying the inevitable. He had locked himself away to dwell alone in his sick misery without feeling judged, so he might as well get some relief.
As Roy breathed in, the itch spiraled deeper and deeper until it became unbearable. His breath quivered, his face contorted, and he snapped forward, sneezing uncovered toward his lap. "hih-Hih'KSshhoo! jSHhhioo!" Spray danced in the air. With a sigh, he leaned his head back against a filing cabinet, hoping to take a minute to recover from the powerful expulsions that just tore through him.
The recovery was cut short, however, as he heard the sound of the creaking door. Roy jumped to his feet. "Lieutenant!" Had she heard him sneezing outside? Would she attempt to relieve him of duty? He had to act natural. "Did you…" Damn, his voice was too raspy. Clearing his throat as subtly as possible, he continued, "Did you need something?"
"I have the copy of the requisition," she said, offering him the form.
"Oh. Thank you." Roy approached her and took the paper, trying to keep his movements natural and his speech level. He felt rather like a drunk person feigning sobriety. "You can get back to your paperwork. I'll be here if you have any issues."
"Yes, sir."
As Hawkeye shut the door behind her, Roy let out a breath. Phew. She doesn't seem to suspect anything.
Roy perused the form from the Lieutenant, making sure all the right boxes were checked. "Mhm, looks good," he mumbled to himself, followed by, "Oh. Oh no. HIH'JKSHHhioo!"
Roy sneezed squarely in the middle of the paper. Where droplets of spray had hit it, the ink was already starting to run. "Shit, shit, shit." He held a gloved hand behind the paper and snapped, intending to create just enough of a flame to dry the wet spots on the page. Instead, the whole sheet ignited and crumbled to ash at his feet.
Colonel Mustang, the Flame Alchemist, a man renowned for his pinpoint accuracy, stared in silence at the charred remains on the floor. "Hm. Fuck."
***
When the Colonel finished relaying the incident with the form, all Riza could do was shake her head while suppressing a smile. "That was why you needed an extra copy?" she asked.
Mustang hung his head. "Yes."
Riza suddenly stood at attention, her fierce eyes aimed dead ahead and her posture impossibly straight. "Sir! Neither of us are fit to work, and our illness will continue preventing us from completing our tasks unless we take time to heal. I am requesting to put in a sick day for tomorrow."
A smile toyed at Roy's lips. Lieutenant Hawkeye almost never took time off. She must have been feeling as awful as he was. "Granted, Lieutenant. Please get some rest tomorrow."
"And sir! I am also requesting that you take a sick day tomorrow."
Roy was taken aback. "Lieutenant! I have been entrusted with overseeing the Eastern Command Center. I can't take a day off just because I… I f-ih-eel… ih-hih… hih-ih-HIKSHhhioo! Ugh… Just because I feel a little…" He sniffled. "…sick."
Hawkeye held her ground. "Sir, if you come in tomorrow, I will too." As if to emphasize how bad an idea this was, she cupped a hand over her nose, and her head bobbed down with a rapid fit. "ikshh! h'Kshhuh! ih'KSshhiew!" She blew her nose to punctuate her point.
"Lieutenant…" Roy sighed. "Fine. Request granted. We should both take a sick day tomorrow. Is that all?"
"I have one final request." Maybe it was a budding fever talking, but Riza was feeling bold. "I am concerned that you will not take care of yourself properly if you're home alone tomorrow. As your adjutant, it is my responsibility to assist you so that you can operate at your best and most efficient." Riza stared Roy straight in the eye. "As such, I am requesting that you come back to my apartment to recover. Sir."
It was an absurd request, and an obvious transgression of the military's rules about fraternization between superiors and subordinates. But maybe for one night, just until he felt better… Roy imagined Riza bringing him tea, wrapping him in a blanket, maybe even laying a gentle hand on his forehead to check for feverish heat…
I need someone who is newly embarrassed by their sneezes. Someone who didn’t used to be shy or bashful about them until a few friends or their significant other dotes on them and calls their sneezes cute. Now, whenever they need to sneeze, they already start blushing because the current subject matter has died down in favor of tuning in to their build-ups.
witch putting a silencing spell on a handkerchief and then getting too used to it for one reason or another (the fetish; being generally guarded about sneezing; etc). it’s only after they’ve already loaned it or lost the spell on it that they are bodily reminded just how hard it is to silence their sneeze without it
a preemptive "bless you!" when somebody hasn't outwardly indicated at all that they're going to sneeze is very hot. especially if they don't even know they're going to sneeze, but you do. (bonus points for being the reason why.)
partner… who is very strict about saying bless you…. and insist it can only be said with a sneeze. and if they say it to you and you havent sneezed, well. youd better go fix that :)
Ho..ly... shit. Yep — Chhinkni absolutely destroyed me. It's the only thing that makes me sneeze so so rapidly 😵💫 Watch me be a masochist and proceed to do 3 rounds of the stuff~ Nude and dih out for the 2nd half of the vid, as voted 😉 Plus some nice closeups
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