Fetish Blog - Minors DNI - Do Not Reblog to Non-Fet Blogs
♡ Multi-fetish blog - but first and foremost a sneeze fetish blog. Anything unrelated to sneezing or whump is tagged #notsnzfet. More specifics on tags are under the cut.
♡ I have an extensive list of fandoms I indulge in here. Some of my more recently notable ones include JJK, Deltarune, Iron Lung, and Project Hail Mary.
♡ All my creative endeavors can be found here: Art / Fanfiction Masterlist
♡ If you are going to message me: Please realize that while this is an openly horny space and I love to make friends here, I may not always be interested in intimate conversations with strangers. I expect this boundary to be respected when it's enforced.
♡ Ask box is usually open. I’m happy to hear out requests, but I can’t always make promises. That said, fiction is one of my favorite outlets to indulge in fetish stuff, so don’t hesitate to reach out if we’re in the same fandoms!
Sneezing Fetish and The Like: More "extreme" things like #mess or #contagion are usually tagged. #whump, #fevers, #caretaking, #crying, #noses are also things I frequently post about.
Other Fetishes/Kinks/Interests- not an extensive list but covers the most likely bases: #omorashi or #omo, #size tag (for size difference, micro/macro, g/t, etc.), #tickling, #bondage or #bdsm, #emeto, #medical (for medical play), #vore, #feet, #hands, #tf (for transformation), #smoking, #vulnerability, #intox. I'm also a major #furry. Again, everything listed here AND beyond will be tagged #notsnzfet.
the way the image of a person, distinctly sniffly and huddled into a cardigan and pushing their glasses hopelessly up the bridge of their nose every now and then, can absolutely break my brain
You and I are attending a speech dedication for a garden but my allergies flare up. I try to stifle but eventually those girly stifles aren't going to keep my allergies in check ✨🙃
Classic announcements: I'm gonna, I need to- , Sorry I can't stop -, you're making me-, I'm about to - , I can't holdback -, please pleeehh-, I don't need to- , I gotta holdback- , It's building-, Oh no-, It's tickling - , I need a tissue-, it feels so good- , I want to-, pardon me-, urge to snee-, help me-, Soo big-, I'm not allergic,
✨💚Cheers! If you have other ideas for audios feel free to send me an ask. Can't promise I can do everything but suggestions are welcome. Let me know what you think of this one above👆 and DNI if your not a sneeze blog and 18+.
pushing back the tip of a person's nose and holding a flower right against their nostrils making them deeply breath it in. You can watch their nostrils twitch quiver and flare in real time but you don't remove the flower. You want to make sure you get as much in them as possible and all that mess will keep the pollen trapped inside if you make them hold back
fit with a stilted, interrupting, frequent cadence that seems like it’s being leaned into to annoy who the person is in non-optional company with, until a while of back and forth reveals how they’re just helplessly along for the ride here
I do wonder to what extent we’re propping up the chhinkni market, because who else is buying it and why. As far as I can tell it doesn’t work as a decongestant and I assume most people don’t like making themself sneeze so it’s kinda weird (although good for us obviously) that someone is still making it.
All you need to know is that scientist Ryan Gosling is on his spaceship and decides to investigate an alien material from his little alien buddy.
Disclaimer, I have read the book and not seen the movie. Contains mild mention of mess and cheesy snz tropes. 1.2k words.
I woke up with a jolt. For a second, I felt like I’d recalled something important in my dreams, like a memory of my missing years on Earth. Back home, I would wake up from vivid dreams and briefly wonder if they’d really happened. Now, if I remember my dreams, I have no clue whether they were events that occurred in the past or if they were tales that my brain created to fill in the gaps.
I couldn’t recall any details, but I still felt anxious. Maybe some more research in the lab would help burn it off.
“You’re awake,” Rocky hummed. He was sitting in almost the exact same place in his tunnel from when I fell asleep.
I greeted him back. “Sort of,” I said, rubbing the grogginess from my eyes. It still weirded me out to have him there when I slept and woke. But we’d accepted each others’ culture. “Culture” was like playing a trump card for determining our living arrangements.
I rolled out of bed and floated towards the dorms. “Coffee,” I said to the open air. The robotic arm appeared and handed me a pouch of liquid. It was nice to have a routine, even if there was no morning out in space.
Once I got ready for the “day,” I headed up towards the lab, Rocky scuttling through the tunnels and pulling himself along with the rails. I had grabbed a chunk of xenonite from Rocky’s supply surplus downstairs. He assured me there was plenty to spare and that the materials cluttered in the bottom of my ship were only a fraction of his supply remaining on the Blip A.
I’d messed with the xenonite when Rocky first came over, but I wanted to do some more testing. Maybe some other tools could make a dent in it, or I could gauge its influence on the stuff I did have. I gently pulled open a drawer, careful not to send any of the instruments floating in the cabin. They were always a pain to chase down and reorganize. I learned my lesson from the last time we left gravity.
“What is Grace doing, question?” Rocky asked.
“Well, I hit this stuff with a chisel last time and it didn’t make a dent. But I wanted to see if there was anything else I could do with Earth materials to affect the xenonite.”
Rocky paced side to side, pondering. “Fire damage xenonite. Earth has fire.”
I knew he was just trying to be helpful, but the suggestion was frustrating. I already figured that from the torches he used in assembling his rooms. The fact that the impossible material withstood anything I threw at it puzzled me.
“Why sad face, question?”
“No, I’m not sad,” I shook my head. “I’m thinking. If I think really hard, sometimes it looks like I’m frowning.” For an alien, he was very observant of human emotions.
Rocky clicked his claws together, his carapace lowering slightly as he relaxed. “Understand.”
Xenonite was completely inert, but I could at least see how other materials interacted with this foreign one from a physical standpoint. I pulled out a pack of chalk and opened it, retrieving a stick. Simple calcium carbonate, a very familiar material.
I rubbed it across the surface. Xenonite was so smooth, it didn’t cause any chunks to break off, instead leaving an incredibly fine layer across the material. When I rubbed my thumb across it, it left the surface completely unmarred, no trace of chalk remaining. With this xenonite stuff, chalkboards could make a comeback.
I rubbed my fingers together, trying to get rid of the chalk. And then I immediately remembered why that was a terrible idea in zero gravity. When I inhaled, the chalk dust floated up my nostrils. I coughed, waving a hand in front of my face to clear the powder away, but it was too late.
After months of breathing in ultra-purified ship air, the tiny particles from the chalk felt like an assault on my nostrils. On Earth, I was used to the air pollution, and a bit of chalk would have been unnoticeable. I didn’t realize how sensitive my nose had become in space.
The itch to sneeze was unbearable, but I didn’t want to deal with the… mess that might float around as a result. I gasped, fighting the urge.
“What is wrong, question?” Rocky asked, moving between his bars a bit frantically.
I shook my head slightly, unable to speak. I held up one finger to Rocky while keeping the other pressed against the underside of my nose.
Rocky remembered exactly what that one raised finger meant and slowed his pacing, still tilting forward in anticipation and puzzlement.
Unfortunately for me, it seemed like I might not have a choice in the sneezing matter. I pinched my nose, but if anything, the forceful touch antagonized it. I doubt being gentler would have made a difference, though. “Hihh-! H-HEH’nNGHXX-guh!”
Rocky hummed a follow-up question, still concerned.
I blinked back tears. I guess the little guy had never heard me sneeze before. It certainly wasn’t something an Eridian would need to do, with their bodies designed to be completely self-contained.
“It’s called a sneeze,” I answered. And it was the least satisfying sneeze I’d ever experienced in my entire life. Now my nose was itchy and leaky and stuffy. “Nothing’s wrong, humans do it automatically to get irritants out of their nose.”
“Chalk is irritant!” He put it together now. “But you hold nose closed, question?”
He had a good point. It defeated the purpose, and I probably wouldn’t get anywhere like this.
“B-because,” I stammered. My breath caught as the urge to sneeze started to overpower me. I glanced around the room, looking for a cloth or tissues, but everything was stowed away. Curse my foresight to be tidy. I couldn’t even remember where the Kimwipes were kept. “Noses have… ha–EH’hNGCH! Heh’mpch!” I wasn’t giving up yet.
“Noses have mucus inside to protect it. And I don’t want it to g-gehh.. get all over my lab.”
Darn, this was getting really annoying. I could feel another one building. There would probably be something useful in the storage bins, or I could start tearing apart drawers, but I could barely focus through the hitching.
Rocky pondered the information. “Nose hold isn’t working,” he observed. Again, helpful.
“Hehh’mNGXt!’ The itch in my nose was starting to go from mildly irritating to almost burning, which was even more uncomfortable. It seems like I might not have a choice at this point. I dropped my hand and quickly raised the neckline of my jumpsuit, pressing it tightly over my nose. “Oh god…heh Hyihh’CSHhuh! Hh’EHCHhmph! Heh…ngGCHOO!”
Ugh. I kept the collar against my face, sniffling thickly. Not very dignified, but it did a pretty good job at containment.
“Noses are strange. They smell and make humans explode. Weird.”
I rolled my eyes, then blinked. “HYEH’ZCHHioo!” I might have to keep the makeshift mask over my nose until the ship cycled out the air.
“You know, on Earth, the polite thing to say when someone sneezes is ‘bless you.’” Another bit of human culture for him to analyze and question. I pushed off the lab bench in search of some Kleenex.
sorry, another poll, but i would love to know the overlap of snzfuckers who are also into dacryphilia. those are my only ‘strange’ kinks that i don’t always think of in terms of sex. i am into it in the same way i am sneezing, i mostly (but not always) enjoy it in a causal setting, not a sexual one, just getting to take care of someone in everyday life is hot to me. if you are a dacryphiliac who only enjoys it in only sexual situations, this is for dacryphiliacs of any kind, let me know how many of us there are out there!
I love the concept of sneezing into the thing that is causing you to sneeze. You're tickling your nose with a feather duster AND you use the dusty feathers to sneeze into because they're all right in front of your nose???? Same thing with a bouquet of flowers or something fluffy that would tickle your nose like a big pile of fur or feathers. Perhaps an article of clothing with far too much perfume on it.. ouuhh. The way you'd just sneeze and sneeze and sneeze from this 😵💫🩷
Guy who hasn't encountered any/very limited plant life due to living in some form of post-apocalyptic type circumstances (or something to that effect idk).
Eventually though the environment changes, and suddenly he's encountering plants of all kinds. It's a welcome change, except with plants comes pollen he's also never encountered, and he's about to find out what it feels like to be allergic the hard way.
Cue the most sudden, itchy, and violent sneezing fit he's ever had.
I get a kick out of combining my fetish with niche interests because it means i get to have wholly unique thoughts. Im the only one who’s thinking up scenarios where glup shitto would be sneezing his head off. Im the supreme leader over a kingdom of one.
Really big fan of when a character is in a dangerous situation or injured (or both at once) and they go unconscious, followed by them waking up in an unfamiliar location. Maybe they wake up scared or just confused and disoriented, only fully relaxing once whoever saved their ass reassures them that they're safe.
Only days away from being able to watch I/ron L/ung again... Computaaaaa... Show me s/imon getting bloodied and beat up and psychologically tortured for two hours straight....... COMPUTAAAAA
