#snznario

[peter-steeles-wife]

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.’

wonderful.

[sickromancer]

Ok but what about the handsome, kind (or handsome, nasty?) regency gent who spends his summers at the manor house of a rich aunt or great aunt in the middle of meadows and pastures and lush gardens and he has massive hayfever...

...and he is both mortally embarrassed and turned on by it. And turned in by the embarrassment and embarrassed of how turned on he is.

Starting every morning with a ludicrous sneezing fit, sneezing as he gets up, just sits on the bed and sneezes and blows his nose for a good while, conscious of the fact that he's being heard through the door by anyone who happens to pass by and so embarrassed by the thought. Another guest knocking the door and asking if he's alright, he blushes up to his ears. "Don't mind!" he pipes with a stuffy voice, and sneezes. "Thank you!"

And he's embarrassed by the fact that the servants have obviously been told to keep his nighstand stacked with neat piles of handkerchiefs because he has a streaming hayfever. His hayfever is accounted in how the household is run. Embarrassed, and shamefully turned on.

Perhaps he's adamant about dressing himself because he can't just sneeze all over a manservant first thing in the morning. Or perhaps he just holds a handkerchief to his nose through the whole process, switching hands when needed.

And then there's the breakfast to get through, all the comments, the inquiries about his health, the gentle frowns from the women and jokes from the men, friendly or crass. The smartass cousin who will bless him as she's leaving: "Bless you times thirty-eight" because she counts to vex him. What she doesn't know is that she's also getting him painfully hard.

The well meaning chaps trying to arrange him a meeting with a lady in the garden. Just generally being constantly perceived and commented, though sometimes it's even worse when he's alone, fully gives in to sneezing and blowing his nose, then remembers how easy it is to hear him through the door.

[wtvwant]

My boyfriend loves antique shopping and yesterday him and I went. It’s the first time I’ve gone with him. And holy shit, I should go with him more often.

Idk if it was the dust, or the old smell but he was sooooo sneezy, sniffly and stuffy. and better yet, he says he is always like this in antique stores. But even better than that, he continued to be stuffy and sneezy all day. I was in heaven.

[xx-1cyhot-xx]

Has anyone thought of kabedon snz already?

If not, well... there can be many possible outcomes

A kabedons B and well B is wearing a perfume/cologne that A ends up reacting to. A is trying their best to keep cool and shake off that itch but ends up either 1. Sneezing on B or 2. Ends up turning away to sneeze to avoid B only to find them trying their best to not laugh.

Other scenario

B is trapped in a kabedon by A and A's is unknowingly(or knowingly cuz i know how y'all are lol) wearing something B is definitely allergic to causing them to sneeze on A leaving both of them blushing messes.

I'm sure there are other ways that could play out but this post would be hella long and I honestly feel like it'd end up repetitive lol.

Anyways, I'm done yapping

Feel free to use those scenarios for art/fics/etc.

[congested-crescendo]

Based on recent experiences: You're at a concert for an indie band and they're talking to the audience about songwriting and whatnot. Your nose has been itching throughout a few songs but is otherwise behaving. There's a lull in the singer's speech and the tickle in your nose spikes. You sneeze, the sound echoing off the venue's high ceiling, and the lead singer prefaces the next song with an "Oh! Bless you!".

[gemandthesnots]

Messy snznario

Standing in line to order coffee and she starts to feel a tickle in her nose. There are two people already lined up in front of her. The frosty cold from the door nips at her exposed face as more people enter behind her.

She tries to hold back the sneeze and hopes it'll go away, but her eyes start watering from the intensity and now she's sniffling as her nose suddenly decided to become a waterspout. One person in front of her now.

If she can just hold back the sneeze until after she orders, then she can dart into the bathroom quickly where nobody will be looking at her. She wipes her nose on her sleeve, the mucus holding onto the wool knitting.

She has just about willed the sneeze to dissipate when it's finally her turn to order. She takes one last big sniff to hold back the cascade of snot, and smiles at the cashier."

"Can I order a latte with a non-dairy milk? I'm aller-allergi--HEEETSCHEUUHHH!"

With horror, she realizes her sneeze sprayed all over, escaping before she could cover, leaving pronounced droplets on the cafe counter and catapulting her snot onto the shocked and disgusted barista's apron.

"Oh my god, I'm so sor--EEHHHTSCHUHH! I'm sorry! HITTTSCHEEEW! Oh god..."

Her sneezes just kept coming, drenching the counter and barista further. She had her hand up a few inches away from her face as an attempt at covering but it did little good.

"Could I p--PTSCHUUH! Please get a napkin too? Ighh'GSHHTSCHUEEW!"

She looked behind her and realized that now everybody in line was staring at her in pity and disgust, giving her lots of space for her to sniffle desperately and scramble to clean up the snot hanging from both nostrils with her already soaked sleeves.

Another barista wordlessly tossed her a wad of paper towels, and started disinfecting all the surfaces while the old barista went on break to clean herself up.

Her nose gurgled as she blew loads of snot into the soft paper towels until they were falling apart.

"Sorry um, could you throw this out for me?" she passed the full paper towels to the barista. "And could I still get my latte please?"

[snzghostking]

Snznario

Imagine you and your partner are having a date outdoors, let's say a park, unfortunately it's spring and your partner seems to be developing allergies, so suddenly you hear him sneeze, the sound is so small and cute.

They decide to go to one of the two's apartments to continue having a good time and one thing leads to another, they start kissing, you already know what's coming, So you get into a more favorable position and let your partner handle the situation. But suddenly, he stops abruptly, turns around, and all you hear is a "Hhh’Tschiieh" followed by another and I just see you again and you're all blushing and on the verge of the inevitable. They just look at you and mumble an apology while rubbing their nose, just continue with their thing while you only think about their previous outburst.

However, it's not over yet, as after a few minutes it abruptly turns again and you hear again "Hhh’Tshwie" and then another and another until it becomes a full on attack and you can only watch as his face scrunches up, his shoulders tense with each surge, so breathtaking and arousing, god you're about to cum, what filled your patience is

Hhh’TSCHhhuh.. Hhh’TSChiieh.. I dod't kdow..hh..hah...Hhh’TSCHhhie.. that I..i..hht..is happeding...Hhh’TSChiieh

and everything spills out, you pull it towards you and realize it's probably all the pollen they collected while they were still outside, but you decide not to say anything and can only kiss it between sneezes

[hockeynoses]

Something inspired me, and I wanted an "I Told You So" situation, so I wrote this. It's only a teeny bit D/s, with a sweet ending.

“Aww, sweetheart, you look miserable,” says A.

“SNF. I amb,” B responds, their words thick with congestion.

“I’m sorry you’re feeling poorly. But you know, this could have been prevented.”

A miserable, viscous sneeze is B’s only response. It fills the tissue that’s held desperately to their face, a constant presence under their red, streaming nose.

“Like I said, if you had only…” A looks at B expectantly, prompting them to finish the sentence.

“If I had… ha… ha’ERRSSHH’IUE!” B groans miserably into their mangled tissue. “If I’d have godden bmy flu shot.”

“Yep. Then you wouldn’t be…”

“Ha’IIGHHH’SHUU! Ugh. Sigg.”

“With?”

“The… huh- the -heh’AAIIEEH’SHUH! With the flu,” B practically whines into the tissue.

“Correct.” A can’t control their smug, satisfied smile. “Now, are you going to listen to me next time?”

“Yes. ihh-KIIISSSHH’iew!”

“Good,” says A, their smile turning sunny.

“Can you brigg bme sobme tea now?”

“Of course, love.”