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[snzs]

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[cattewife]

when you're a shapeshifter and all of your forms have slightly different sneezes >uo

[ pls do not reblog to non-snz/kink blogs, ty! ]

[snzs]

How open are you about your kink?

I don't care who knows. I'm an open book.

I've only told a few people I trust.

I've only told my partner.

Nobody knows. I'm taking this secret to the grave.

Other option in tags

Voting ended onApr 19, 2023

[charm-03]

When someone is having an allergy attack, and you have a cat and they try to explain what the problem is and their breath hitches on the word cat. “I’m allergic to cah-to cah-cah” and the fit takes over from there.

[a-and-b-snz]

Especially love this if A plays dumb when witnessing B's inability to speak properly. They frown and tilt their head, "Allergic to what?"

"To- to cahh- h'eschu!"

"Sorry?" A says.

"I'm - I'm ahh- allergi- idshyeiw! - Allergic to... toohh... heh... t'ushu!"

A is doing a bad job of hiding their smile, but B is too bleary eyed to notice. "What are you allergic to, B? I really don't understand."

"To cah - cahh - allergic to cahh'hah - ha'chishew! Ch'shiew! Chsh!"

This goes on until A takes pity on them and asks, "Cats? Is it cats?"

B frantically nods their head before launching into another triple.

"Oh! Goodness, you should have said something," A says, because they can't resist. "Let's get you out of here."

[manicpixiesneezegirl]

sorry if i’ve said this before but it is so hot and cute to me when someone is clearly having an alcohol induced sneezing fit but they think it’s a cold coming on

[manicpixiesneezegirl]

tbh just generally love a snimbo (person who can’t put two and two together to figure out why they are sneezing)

[a-and-b-snz]

Character A has been incredibly consumed by their work/studies recently. They've always been dedicated to their craft, but as of late it's been pushing into unhealthy territory. Character B is starting to get worried about them, but no matter what they say or do, A can't be persuaded to take a break. Any questions or concerns are dismissed with a curt "I'm fine," "Don't worry," or, worst of all, "I can't talk about this right now, there's too much to do." It breaks B's heart, to see A put themselves in such a state. If they don't do something about it, they'll damn near work themselves to death. At their wits end, B decides to play on A's one weakness. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

B roots around in their bathroom cabinet until they find what they're looking for: a bottle of lavender perfume, barely used. A bought it for them years ago, before they knew about B's allergies, and for some stupid, sentimental reason, they kept it around. Now, it'll finally find some use. B sprays a little on their wrists and a little on their neck, before heading off to find A, who's hunched over their laptop in the living room.

They don't offer any greetings when B enters. In fact, they don't even look up. B plops down on the sofa and picks up a book, flicking idly through the pages like it's a regular Thursday night. It's only about a minute until they start sniffling - soft, at first, and then harsher, as the tingling sensation starts to build. They notice A's eyes dart over to them for a split second, before returning to the screen and, encouraged by this brief attention, they breath deeply through their nose, willing the tickle to climax.

"K'sh!" It's small, sharp and breathy, but apparently not interesting enough for A, who simply mutters a distracted "Bless you," still frowning at their work. B is disappointed, but not surprised. They knew it would take a little more than that. Hesitantly, they raise their wrist to their nose, and scrub.

Their breath immediately snags, and they're thrown into a haze of helpless hitching. And maybe the "Ih... hih'hhih... HAH-" is slightly exaggerated, but at least they've finally got A's attention, who is watching them out of the corner of their eye like they're not quite sure if it's worth turning a single degree more than they have to.

B tips their head back a little, eyelids fluttering, until finally - "Ha'ksh!" They pitch forward into their steepled hands. "K'shh! K'shiew! Ah... heh... heh'ISH!"

"Bless you," A says again. They've twisted in their chair to stare at B now, a mixture of confusion and concern on their face.

B tries to thank them, but they're in the throws of the fit now, and they can barely rush out a breathless "Thhhank-" before it morphs into a "t'schuh!" And another: "Hih'shoo!" And another: "TISHyiew!!"

A plucks a tissue box up from the side table and sits down beside them, sliding a comforting arm around their shoulders. "God, B, are you alright?" B frantically grasps for a tissue, blinded by sneezes and irritated tears. A pulls one from the box and holds it firmly to B's nose. "There, now," they murmur gently. "Get it all out."

And there it is - precisely what B was hoping for. A's natural instinct to assume the role of caretaker can always be relied upon to override just about any other occupation.

When at last the sneezing slows, B slumps against A, panting between coughs. "Sorry," they choke out, "I-I think something set me off." As if to emphasise this, they let out one last "Ih'ksh!"

"That must have been quite the 'something,'" A hums sympathetically, pressing a palm to B's forehead as if to check for any other symptoms. "Poor thing. You'll feel better after your shower. Wash that itch away."

B sniffles pitifully. Through lowered lashes, they whisper, "Will you come with me?"

For a moment, A's eyes flash with - suspicion, perhaps? But it's gone in an instant, replaced with an affectionate smile, and a kiss on the nose. "Of course, love."

[watchingtherainfall-deactivated]

currently thinking about the sweetness behind a quiet, “aw… bless you.”

[evilfloralfoolery]

Rapid sneezes are so hot. The sudden loss of control, the inability to draw in a proper breath, the way the sounds sometimes tumble over each other and run together. Yeees, that's good shit.

[evilfloralfoolery]

Thinking about someone who is just "naturally sneezy." It's not an allergy. It's not an illness. The person is just consistently sensitive for whatever reason. Their friends are used to it. Their significant other is used to it. It's expected. However, even these people will notice if it becomes excessive or beyond their usual pattern.

Especially if that friend or significant other is a snzfucker. 😏

[a-and-b-snz]

“Can I buy you a drink?”

B has been mooning over A from afar for quite some time now. They’re everything that B is not: charismatic, confident, extroverted. All their friends know about their little crush, but despite their encouragements, B can’t quite pluck up the nerve to introduce themselves. They’re happy being a wallflower, to simply silently fantasize rather than to risk embarrassment. And they might have been able to carry on like this, if it weren’t for -

“Hih’ngt! Hi-mnxt! Ngxtx!”

- Well, that. This ticklish cold that seems to be concentrated right at the tip of their pink, quivering nose. They can scarcely go five minutes without being pitched into a small fit. And no matter how desperately they try to stifle their sneezes into silence, heads still turn every time they set off again. And again. And again.

B tries to keep their own head down and fixed firmly on their tasks as they go about their day, squirming under the curious stares from strangers. They grow more and more sluggish as time passes, with their energy and focus consumed by how ill they’re feeling. This harsh Winter air is only making things worse, stinging their lungs with every inhale. They’re almost about to give up  and head home  after the billionth sneeze when a familiar voice cuts through the haze.

“Bless you.”

B peeks over their shoulder and - horror of horrors - finds A standing there with their hands in their pockets, a mixture of amusement and concern on their face. 

“Oh,” B says meekly, sniffling. “Um, thank you. I… I’m… Hiht’nxn’chu!” They dip forward, hands steepled over their nose, and then twice more. They almost don’t want to straighten up again, to avoid meeting A’s gaze. Hopefully B can pass off their flushed face as feverishness, and not as a result of their complete and utter mortification. This is just about the worst first impression they could have made.

“Bless you!” A says. “Oh, jeez. Here, take these.” They offer B a travel pack of tissues, who graciously accepts one from the packet, and tries to give the others back. “Oh, no, keep it. You need it more than I do,” A chuckles.

B snuffles into the tissue whilst still avoiding eye contact. “I’m so sorry,” they mumble. “I hope I haven’t been bothering you. I can try to be quieter, if -”

“Of course not! If anything, you should be louder, B. Those stifles sound kind of painful.” A smiles, like this is some sort of everyday repour that they have, and not the first time that they’ve graced B with their acknowledgement.

B is sent reeling by the fact that A actually knows their name. “Oh,” they repeat, because they’re not quite sure what else to say.

“Hey, listen.” A rubs the back of their neck, almost bashfully. “Can I buy you a drink?” B’s eyes grow wide, and they hastily amend their invitation. “A hot drink, I mean. It’s just - you seem like you could do with some warming up.”

“Oh,” B says for the umpteenth time, totally caught off guard. “That’s - That’s really… hahh…” A tickle flares up, saving them from embarrassing themselves with an answer. “Ha’tishiew! Ahh.” They can’t help but let out a tiny groan of relief. It felt good to be given permission to sneeze properly. They’re so overcome that for a moment they forget that A is expecting an answer until the silence stretches on for just a moment to long. “Uh, yes!” B says abruptly. “I mean, yes please. I would - I would really appreciate that.” When A grins at them, B can’t help but smile back, just a little.

[uhhmmm-moved]

i'm all for someone trying hard not to sneeze & disturb whoever they're cuddling with/sleeping beside, but what about? a sneeze that comes on so suddenly that all they can do is direct it into their pillow to try and muffle the sound, and oh their nose still tickles after that actually,

[dopaminty]

I just have a special place in my heart for the way a handkerchief falls covering the hand when held one-handed just under a nose. Just something in the visual. Mmm.

[silklined]

There's something charming about people who, after sneezing, excuse themselves to no one in particular - when sitting alone in a busy cafe, working in a library, waiting on a train platform. Especially if they do so because they're conscious that there's something about the way they sneeze that attracts attention.

[caringsatan]

varying responses to "your nose is running."

- "i'm aware."

- "what?" (cute tiny exclamation of embarrassment) "ahhh...!"

- "you're gonna have to get used to that."

- (smiley faux-whining) "i can't help itttt, i have a colllldddd..." (pulls tissue from pocket)

- (jokey) "you can't call me out unless you have a tissue." (pause) "...do you have a tissue?"

- "ugh, me and the rest of the world... i take it you haven't been outside." (referring to either pollen or windchill)

- (pressing hand to upper lip) "oh! god, sorry. wow. i can never trust my perception again."

- (slowly wipes nose on the back of hand while making bold eye contact, intentionally sniffling in an extra-prolonged manner, because... comedy? needling? inciting lust?) "what about now?"

- (awkwardly) "i can... feel that happening, yeah."

- (coyly) "oh, dear. what should i do?" ... (whispered) "i know i have tissues, i'm trying to--" (wink wink)

[caringsatan]

when someone is so polite/conscious of their illness that when they sniffle just a little more noticably than expected, they seem surprised at themselves and say "so sorry"/"excuse me..." and everyone is kind of like ??? because it was literally over a sniffle and also they have drawn way more attention to it now

or maybe they are fully a mess and it was a particularly awful-sounding sniffle, and they're apologizing breathily with a bunch of tissues held to their face... either way it's such a sweet small thing to apologize for

[spring-flowers14]

A noble person receiving a gift from a visiting ambassador, who gifts them with a bouquet of flowers from their nation as a symbol of good relations and possibly affection 

Unfortunately, the noble is very allergic to them— not the greatest start for a bond between two nations