Hii I’m Tani! Loooong time lurker in the snz kink world, very recent poster :).
I’m 25f and use she/they pronouns, bi 🩷💜💙.
I write some fics, and have a few OCs I hope to share here sometime as well! Trying to stay motivated in sharing content and creating writing and wavs on here when I can. I enjoy writing allergies, colds, caretaking and whump, mess and spray etc :). (Currently loving writing for t/he p/itt characters).
I’m into recording my allergies and sneezes when I have time, and feel free to send in polite requests for wavs or writing. I have pollen allergies, cat allergies and can be a bit of a sneezy person generally!
Open to making snz community friends on here too, let’s keep it down to earth and polite! 🥰🩷
heatwave power outage where I live has me thinking about sneezes by candlelight…
A and B are sprawled on the couch on a hot and stormy summer evening waiting for the power to come back on. Gentle candlelight illuminates the room around them. B has been suffering all day from terrible allergies, and with no a/c, the windows have to be wide open to survive the heatwave. B is almost constantly building up for an itchy fit, their eyes watering and nostrils flaring wildly.
“Hiihh..haH! heEAASCHIOOOO!!” B sneezes openingly, accidentally blowing a candle out with the force of their expulsion.
They sniffle and gaze towards A with wet and heavy eyelids, already inhaling sharply again as their nose tries desperately to expel the persistent tickle.
“Ahh-hiihh..HEAASHIOOOO!!!”
“Oh baby…you’re so itchy,” A gently wipes a tear from B’s cheek and then leans to grab the lighter to relight the blown out candle, hoping the power comes back soon so they can close the windows for poor B.
Sometimes the only thing that gets me through the embarrassment of a very public fit is the thought that perhaps one of us is around, enjoying it.
I went to an outdoor beer garden tonight and ended the evening (finishing up at our table, saying goodbye to friends, walking to my ride, getting in my ride, and all the way back to my apartment in the car) hitching my way through a prolonged fit of about a million sneezes. I guess sitting in an open field for two hours was too much for my meds…I just could not stop. I appreciate all the bless you’s but ah I just wanted to sink into the grassy ground and disappear.
Maybe the partner is busy with something, or hasn’t been paying attention to the other all day. So they take some flowers or perfume, get their nose nice and red and twitchy, and flaunt it in front of their partner to try and get their attention.
And if it’s brushed off or refused, they lay it on even thicker with dramatic hitches and fanning their face.
“I g-GEH-uess I’ll just g-go and…snf!…take care of this tickle m-myseh-! Heh-! HEH-!”
Their partner suddenly loses their patience (or perhaps their self-control), and pounces, touching wherever makes their partner whine and squirm. Maybe they try to back pedal, not expecting their partner’s passion.
“Oooh, what’s the matter~? I thought this is what you wanted…?”
(Do you tink you would end up inducing with your allergies or do to tend to be very sneezy already?)
hi anon! thank you :)
my worst allergy for sneezing by far is grass pollen, it causes me to have long fits when my meds aren’t working or on high pollen days. in terms of like itchyness and general allergy suffering, cats really mess me up, but I tend to not sneeze as much (although I still do when it’s bad bad). I will induce if I need some relief because I like it ;) but during allergy season I have fits naturally throughout the day, and can be a sensitive nosed person all the time lol.
Trying to announce and oh boy, I am not very good at it I’ll tell you that! These were so tickly and I felt like I scared them away every time I started to announce haha I just wanted to get them out! A bit shy about posting this one hehe but hope you enjoy anyways. Pls do not share to non kink blogs 🩷
I stay obsessed with the idea of something being slowly dragged under someone’s nose. A long feather? A cat’s tail? Maybe a blossoming plant teeming with pollen?
The nostrils flare through the long, deliberate drag, and by the time the itchy culprit has fully crossed the underside of the nose the breath is already hihhh-hiH-hitching forebodingly…
stifles until I couldn’t and teasing stuck sneezes (f) 🩷
Itchyyy stuck sneezes with attempts to stifle (then they get loud so headphone users beware lol). These were helped along with inducing after a frustrating tickly allergy day with not much relief 🥲 grass pollen continues to kick my ass… pls do not share to non kink blogs 😚
A and B go for a walk around the neighborhood on a beautiful sunny evening. B watches out of the corner of their eye as A slowly dissolves into a sniffly itchy mess as they pass by multiple lawns being mowed…
“hiih…hIH! heH-etidSZU -itSSCHIEw -heh…hEH! hiEPSCHIW!!”
When they hear another lawnmower a few houses up the street, B kindly directs the walk back towards the house with a gentle hand on A’s back and an “okay sneezy, let’s get you home before this gets too much worse.”
All A can do is nod with their head tilted back and nostrils flaring as they wind up for more hitchy sneezes.
Oof it’s so hard to talk during an allergy fit like this! Tried to stifle some but I’m not so great at that…enjoy! 😊 please do not share to non kink blogs 🩷
grass pollen allergies have been so bad lately so here’s a little hitchy wav to give back to this lovely community! please do not share to non kink blogs 🩷
Description: S/antos has a bad cold on her day off and is frustrated to find that she is, in fact, lonely without W/hitaker around.
CW: cold sneezes, some mess, congestion, fever, angst, caretaking, whump, mentions of loneliness.
(This is my first time really writing a fic/drabble and definitely first time posting something I’ve written so I hope to get better with practice! :))
Non-snz blogs and minors DNI!!!!
In theory, S/antos should have begun to recognize the pattern in her immune response that as soon as the adrenaline of fast paced shifts, skipped meals, and little sleep finally wore off during a few days of real rest, her body had the tendency to fail her.
Really, she thought as she laid in her bed the morning of her second day off in a row, she should have seen this coming. The cold going around the ER had forced many of her coworkers on the day shift to slow their rapid fire pace of work that they were normally so comfortable existing in. It was only a matter of time before she was also taken down by this cold from hell.
Unfortunately, she had convinced herself that she might have escaped it as she left her last shift with her four days off as a beacon glowing ahead of her. The fact that she was wrong only made her grumpier. Her throat started with a telling roughness the previous morning, and by the evening of her first day of rest, she was a sniffling, sneezing mess.
Now, she groaned as she rolled over and checked the time.
6:14am. Perfect.
She sniffled and adjusted her pillow behind her to sit up slightly, hoping to find a way to be able to breathe more easily out of her nose. Her head felt like a cinder block and she coughed lightly at the tickle buzzing deep in her sinuses.
She wondered absently if Huckleberry had come home from his farm widow’s house last night. She hadn’t heard him come in, but he could be very quiet when he wanted to be. She smirked lightly at a memory of her stumbling, bleary eyed, into their shared kitchen for a glass of water in the middle of the night and turning the light on only to find him sitting in the dark, eating crackers straight out of the box, scaring the shit out of her. He apologized like hell and she didn’t let him live it down for weeks.
An odd sense of melancholy settled in her chest as she listened to the quiet of the house around her. He probably spent the night with Amy again. Santos hadn’t seen him since he left the shift they worked together the last day before she was taken out by this cold.
“-hhiih -hiHH’ngxt-chiew…uhgh,” she stifled a sneeze that left her head pounding. She sniffled as the tickled reared again, unrelieved by her restrained release. “-hihh…-hIH -itscHIW- haaTCSIIEW -hiiihCHIEW! *snrfff*.”
She groaned again and closed her eyes. Maybe she could sleep a bit more. Despite her fit of sneezes, she still felt a tickle lingering under her congestion. She grabbed a tissue off of her nightstand and blew to try and relieve it.
Closing her eyes once more, she wrapped her duvet closer around herself as a chill swept down her body. She wished she had grabbed some cold meds from the break room in the ER. She didn’t think there were any around…maybe in the back of the kitchen cabinet if she could just find the energy to get herself up to look.
If Huckleberry caught this he’d probably die. She thought to herself. But a part of her hoped he did catch it, and maybe he would come home from Amy’s to get some sleep in his own bed.
“Oh jeez, you don’t look so good…” he would probably say when he saw her. “Did you get that cold too??”
“Damn Dr. Whitaker how did you deduce that one??” She would snap back and roll her eyes.
And then they would probably sit together on the couch watching trash reality tv together, order soup and make fun of the dumb contestants and their silly little scripted problems all afternoon.
“haTSHEW! itchIEW! -hihhH -hiH” she waited for the last sneeze to come with her head tipped back, mouth open and pink nostrils flaring slightly. She took a shaky inhale and hitched and hitched, “hiiHhh…hihHH…HITCHIEW!” Finally.
Maybe she should text Huckleberry and check to see if he did catch this too. But no…she would let him be. If he did catch it Amy would probably love to coo over him for a few days.
And I’ll just stay here, sick as a dog, by myself. She thought bitterly. She was used to it. Despite the last few months of unlikely friendship with Whitaker, she was used to relying on herself. But she couldn’t help but feel a sense of longing to have his annoying ass around when she felt so terrible, even just to go get her some cold meds from the drugstore.
Another shiver wracked her. She definitely had a fever.
Despite herself, she let out a little whimper as she sniffled and another tickle wound its way through her nose. “hATChiew! -hiiHH-chIEW! -hiHH! itcHU!” she sighed and snuggled deeper into the bed.
Slowly, sleep blissfully started to take her.
****
She woke again later with a pounding head.
9:47am.
Although she was still wrapped in her blankets and hoodie, her teeth chattered and rounds of shivers felt like they were running through her bones. Okay, really time to go find some meds now.
Pulling a soft throw blanket from the end of her bed and wrapping it around her shoulders, she dragged herself into a seated position.
Her nose twitched in protest and she breathed a shaky inhale “hiiHdshIEW! -schIEW! hih…hitchIEw..uhhh.”
Santos sniffled and got to her feet, wobbling slightly on her way out of her room and through the small apartment to the kitchen.
Dialed in on the cabinet she suspected had some cold meds lurking in the back, and wanting to get herself back to bed as quickly as possible, she jumped when she heard a voice from behind her.
”Uhh hey, you good?”
She whirled around, and regretted it instantly as a wave of dizziness clouded the corners of her vision and she wobbled slightly.
Whitaker jumped forward and gently steadied her by her arms. “Woahhh there. I see…not so good” he took in her appearance in with a grim look and a wince. “Bad cold eh?”
“N’do gendius, I’mb feeling fandtastic” she replied, but her rasp and heavy congestion took away some of the bite of her words. She coughed lightly into her fist, sniffled, and moved away from her roommate to go back to searching for meds.
“Looking for these?” Huckleberry asked and she looked back to see him holding a new pack of cold and flu meds out to her.
She nodded and took them from him, actually looking at his face and noticing slightly more darkness bagging under his usually tired eyes, and a redness to the edges of his nose.
“Ahh so Am’by didn’dt wan’dt you sticking around to spread the plague?” She asked him as wryly as her current state could allow.
“Ah no, I just thought I’d get out of their hair in case I passed it along…I don’t think it’s hit me as hard as you though” he sniffed lightly and looked at her with an edge of concern around his eyes. “Have you taken your temperature?”
Santos rolled her eyes again and cringed as she swallowed down a dose of cold medicine. Was she really missing him earlier? Of course he would come home and immediately start mother-henning her.
“Im’b a Doctor, Huckleberry, I don’dt need you t-hiihh-“ she was cut off as her nostrils flared. “hiihH- hiT’ngxt! Ngtxh! hitNGXT-CHIEW!” The sneezes sounded painful and she and Huckleberry both winced.
“Hey…okay, why don’t you go sit on the couch and I’ll order some soup for us?” Whitaker took out his phone and gazed over at her expectantly.
Santos grumbled but didn’t argue as she made her way over to the couch and curled up with her blanket.
“Chicken noodle or hot and sour?” Huckleberry called from the kitchen.
Santos felt a smile tug on her lips and though she still felt like crap, her heart felt a little lighter.
