Hello! I’m Sunny [she/her] and I’m in my mid 20s 😇 Residing in Europe somewhere 🌻
This is a sneeze fetish blog. If you’re not into that please do not follow me. Minors DNI, if it does not say that you are 18+ (with an estimated age) in your profile and interact you will be blocked. If you follow from a main blog feel free to pop in and say hi so I know who you are!! 🥰
I sometimes write, it's collected under the tag: Sunny writes
More about me under the cut. :)
Apart from that I like sneezes, especially colds, contagion and caretaking. With that also fevers, coughing, noseblowing, SPRAY. Allergies are also ~nice~. I really just do love sneezing a lot. Always up for rping with plot. Hmu if it sounds interesting.
I'm here to read, write, rp and have some community. That's about it. I do want to engage with people and this community, so don't hesitate to reach out (but please be respectful about it). I love to talk to people in this weird little corner of the internet.
a knuckle pressed against one of their nostrils as they continue speaking - hoping to will the growing itch away.
until there is a lull in the conversation, before they mutter, exasperatedly frustrated, that they are ‘going to start sneezing/going to start sneezing again.’
People who cup their hands over their nose, sneeze strongly, and then the breeze travels up and out of their hands to jostle their fringe (or their bangs if you're nasty).
Not in terrible pain, but not comfortable either, moving gingerly and unable to find a position that actually feels good
Not so bad that they can't focus on anything else, but still persistently nagging enough that they can't ignore it or forget about it either
No longer acutely ill or gravely injured, but not really "well" yet either, still fragile and not back to their full strength
Not incapacitated by an injury or condition, but not perfectly capable either, able to do some things just like anyone else but in other things facing additional struggles or needing to take extra caution
Not permanently life-altering, but not "you'll be fine in a few weeks" either, facing unknown months or years of gradual and frustratingly unpredictable recovery
A character getting more biting and snide when they don’t feel well, only to take a hard turn and becomes very clingy and mushy when they get even worse
i hear this and i raise you ( for the extra angst of course ), the guilt that plagues the character into resisting or not allowing themselves to be comforted by the caretaker when - say for example their cold starts getting worse - they don’t feel as though they deserve it, even if the whole thing as already been resolved. and maybe the caretaker finds them during the night to have snuck downstairs and curled up on the sofa instead of letting themselves be warm and cosy within their arms, flushed cheeks and glassy eyes ( that might be about to start crying ). and the caretaker has to gently remind them that of course they want to take care of them, this is partnership, and they definitely don’t need the sick character to be self deprecating, all is forgiven .
can't stop thinking about someone sneezing so desperately and/or aggressively that their only response is to swear. the other day, one of my (very attractive) coworkers said, 'oh my fucking god' after sneezing so intensely and it was so hot. like wtf why is that so attractive...?
Soft, hands-on caretaking. Fussing. Are you cold? You look kinda chilly. Bundling someone up. Soft bossy caretaking. No you're not going out that sick. Embarrassing questions - have you been sneezing like this all day? Is your nose still all stuffy?
Being upset because someone else is feeling so miserable. A caress mixed with a frown. A gentle but intense hug, a sigh muffled into the curve of their neck. Exclamations - christ, you sound ill.
Comforting someone in distress. Holding someone who is crying, giving an extra squeeze just to express the intensity of one's compassion. Tears of relief becoming outright bawling, like a delayed breakdown.
Grabbing a hand and kissing it. Kissing the top of someone's head. Kissing the bridge of a sneezy nose.
A feels awful. (Whether that's physically, emotionally, or both is up to you.) B is holding them while they cry.
"There, there, baby," B reassures them, rubbing their back and planting an occasional kiss on their head.
A is just starting to relax, but is suddenly overcome by a tickle in their nose, which is unsurprisingly running from the crying. They release a tired, wet sneeze into B's chest.
A quiet evening in. A stiff throw pillow propped up against one arm of the couch where I lay, with him lying on top. Sort of. Mostly on the cushions, his arms around my middle. His head rested on my stomach, breath warming me through the fabric. The living room lighting changed shades with the bright television screen, cutting often between different faces. It was a cooking show rerun.
His breathing gave a small stutter. I pulled my gaze back to him. Brow pinching, eyes still shut. “*e‘hm!*… hmb…” Slowly, he turned and pressed his face into my shirt. “RR‘SSCHH!!-iew…”
A hot blast of air set my skin aflame as he directed his sneeze into my stomach. My hand raised to rest on his back, and gently moved up and down.
“Bless you,” I murmured.
“*hsnf*… *grm!* Thagk you.”
I looked back over at the tv. The pixels formed a lovely-looking cheesecake that I knew wouldn’t win the challenge. He snuffled and buried his face into my shirt. My hand moved slowly over his back as he tried to get comfortable again. His form deflated with a sigh as he lay still. Some moments later, at my abdomen, I felt his nose pressing in. There was brief, tickly pause in the rhythm of his breathing. I gently scratched his back.
“rR‘USSCHHiue-!!“ He sneezed again, with such desperation that made my breathing falter, the ridge of his nose digging into my stomach.
I gave his back another rub. “Bless you, hon.”
He coughed and drew in another thick sniffle. As face lifted away briefly, I could feel a wet patch of fabric on my stomach. He laid back down, breath whistling.
I stared at the coffee table, where the tissue box was out of reach. My eyes fell back to him, limp on top of me, trying to sleep. There was a feeling of déjà vu. And other feelings. His arms squeezed me as he got comfortable again.
“Let me get some tissues,” I murmured delicately, anchored to the couch.
Getting home from work and finding your sweet sick partner exactly where you left them: propped up in bed, wearing pajamas, and hitching, hitching, hit--eh-eh---hitching up to a sneeze.
dramatic sneezer immediately whimpering and begging for it to stop when the fit starts to get long vs stoic sneezer continuing to insist they're okay while they sneeze so much they very clearly aren't