[feverfangs]

if you had your kink even before you knew what a kink was, you should be entitled to financial compensation and years of therapy. because good lord. that was so hard. I don't know how I survived it...

[citrussnz]

Someone having a stifled sneezing fit until the last few. Just too strong, maybe they weren’t expecting it and didn’t have a tissue prepared? Holding a hand over their nose while desperately trying to find a tissue afterwards

[blooming-trees]

I am at my most raging fetish high right now and all I can think about is complete raw itchy desperation, loud, wet, messy, embarrassingly uncontrollable sneezing fits from a really hot woman who absolutely needs to be in control of herself for whatever reason. 

*buries face in pillow*

*screams*

[kohimi]

Please the sentence " It makes me wanna sneeze" ??!?

EXCUSE YOU, IT MAKE YOU "WANNA" ??!

Like, before you didn't want anything BUT NOW that there's this thing in your cutie little nose, IT MAKE YOU WANT TO SNEEZE ? FROM THE VERB "WANT" YOU WANT IT !?

I'm sorry but this is incredibly HOT.

[twitchyitchy]

Hot take: Allergies over colds.

[snzyflowrr-deactivated20260705]

RETWEET

[n0seferatu]

the sound of someone trying to speak while out of breath is hot. i will not elaborate.

[4108927]

you’re rlly easy to induce? you can’t help but snz in multiples? you whine & moan when you buildup? may even cry a lil? oh so what you’re saying is you’re the hottest most fuckable person on this planet ok i got you

[snez]

a lot of people on here seem to be super repressed, and i absolutely don’t mean that as a neg; lots of people are conditioned in lots of ways to not express sexual desire, but this is so strange in a place where everybody really is truly horny about the things we post

so, with that in mind: - tits bouncing with sneezing: good - same applies to dicks - watching someone from behind bend over with the force of a sneeze so their ass is on full display, nude or clothed: fucking choice - sneezing while someone is inside you: fucking bomb, highly recommended - having someone sneeze while they’re inside you: great also! - someone having to pull away from oral to sneeze, exquiste - someone NOT pulling away from same, if you happen to be into that - someone trying to be dominant while being almost incap’d by a desperate sneezing fit: [censored] - inducing in a sexual context, be it a dom/sub scenario, a bondage scenario, whatever, that shit fucking slaps - dude there is so much dom/sub potential in both directions with this, seriously - fics where two characters have the fetish and are explicitly horny about it, hell fucking yes - i really could go on for about 10 years

i think this is probably the horniest post i’ve ever made because i also have repression disease but check it out, here’s my awesome post, feel free to add on

[sunsetsnz]

delicate moment

✨DON'T REBLOG TO NON-SNZ BLOGS✨

[lunesnz]

I want to make a girl cum mid sneezing fit

imagine it though

her body wracked with convulsions, not knowing where her orgasm begins or ends because she can't catch her breath between sneezes and gasps of pleasure

to have her a mess of her own making, a mixture of humiliation and eventual carelessness, haphazardly sneezing into the air and onto herself as she rides out her climax

[snz-and-comfort]

Imagine that your work crush, although they don’t get sick often, has always been open about it when they do. 

They don’t whine and complain, but they’re direct. “I feel like crap,” they’ll say cheerfully when you notice a change in their voice. Or “Sorry, I’m kind of sick, didn’t sleep well” if they forget something. 

They’ll politely stifle their sneezes and direct coughs into their shoulder, but they’ll thank you when you bless them. 

They’ll take a power nap at their desk without embarrassment after they’ve finished all their work for the day. 

But one day, they’re quiet. They look exhausted, and simply nod when you ask if they’re all right. A small electric kettle and a steaming cup appear at their desk, and they say nothing about it. Except for the times when they have to, they don’t speak. 

The coughs they try to muffle are productive and painful-sounding, and their sneezes are a tired “hehh’TSHeuhh!” sound, followed by blows that they’re clearly trying to keep quiet and the click of a hand sanitizer bottle’s pump top.

At the end of the day, you catch them as they’re leaving. “Are you okay?” 

They slowly turn their head and look at you with glassy eyes. “No,” they rasp. They hold up a finger and suddenly snap to the side for another “hh’IHTSHhh!” into their shoulder. “Sorry, I can’t…” 

When they look back at you, you realize with surprise that some of the glassiness in their eyes is tears. 

Your heart squeezes in your chest. “Really,” you say, “are you okay?” 

Your crush shakes their head. “I feel awful.” They sound so utterly ashamed to have admitted it. 

And then you realize - they live alone. They’ve always been able to take care of themselves when their illness is minor, but not this time. They don’t want to stay at work, but they’re not looking forward to going home. The poor thing doesn’t just need care: you suspect that, even if they won’t admit it, they desperately want it, too. 

You can fix that. 

“Hey,” you say, gently squeezing their shoulder. “I’ll get you home. Let me take care of you.” They look like they’re about to protest, but then you add “Please.” 

So they do. 

[blooming-trees]

A hot middle aged boss lady, in a powersuit, having an uncontrollable sneezing fit. 

That’s it. That’s the post. 

[silversinfinity]

Thinking about people who sneeze from plucking their eyebrows tonight, but specifically a scenario in which someone else is plucking them for them.

Hear me out: They’re already in an intimate, vulnerable position, face so close to yours, your eyes trained in a concentrated stare at them. You ask them to hold still, and they obey.

And they actually do quite well at holding still… for the first few plucks, that is. Upon plucking another hair, their eyebrows twitch, furrow. You almost scold them as they squirm and shift away from you, but a glance at the rest of their face is all you need to realize it’s against their will. You can’t see the way that painful twinge at their brow trickled down to irritate their sinuses, but it certainly shows on the surface of their face. Lips parted, eyes fluttered shut, nostrils flared out with desperation. A shivery, urgent gasp lifts their shoulders. hih-!

Without time to audibly warn you, they twist to the side as the sneeze rushes out of them. Or maybe they don’t move in time, spraying your neck or chest. Perhaps it’s even intentional, if they know how much you like it.

They apologize and pull themselves together, fixing their hair and returning to their original fixed position. You’re able to return to the task at hand as soon as it had been interrupted, although you’re a tad more distracted now. That thought of whether that might happen again plays in your head like a mantra with every little hair the tweezers pull, and it isn’t long before you seem to will that reality into existence. A second one. And then, an inevitable third. You’ve only just barely finished the left side.

At this rate, it’s definitely gonna take longer than you thought. But you really, really don’t mind…

[ohdearexcuseme]

After thinking about it for a bit, I realised that the thing I find most attractive about sneezing is how even the most powerful, most stoic person–even someone who can power through anything else–can’t deny the urge to sneeze when it comes down to it. I love how the individual–even as strong, weathered, or well-trained as one can be–is completely at the mercy of a tickle in the nose, and how for moments one cedes control because they just absolutely have to expel that nasal irritant

[sicksnifflybabies]

hOoOo bOi

someone who sneezes when they’re aroused (A)? like they’re making out with a partner (B) and it’s starting to reach new heights of ecstasy that they never could have imagined, but there’s a tickle in their nose that just won’t go away. it’s spreading through their sinuses as their partner touches every sensitive spot, burning and itching like mad whenever their partner utters a breathless moan.

suddenly, the itch becomes absolutely unbearable and suddenly they can’t take it. A pulls away from the kiss abruptly and stifles a sharp “In'gtSH!!”

B is halfway through a “bless you, honey” when another sneeze rips through the poor A, this one much more productive and bringing generous amounts of mucus.

“Hihh-ngTSH!! Hhh…” A sniffles and goes back to kissing B after they have blown their nose. However, the sneezing doesn’t stop. A has to duck away from B every few minutes to stifle another sneeze, each one sounding wetter than the last.

“Hiih-ITSCH!! G-guhh…hi'nGsH!! Hh'nngtCH!! Ihhh…hihh-nGTSCH!!” Eventually A’s fit slows down and they succumb to sniffling wetly every few seconds.

B giggles. “Someone’s certainly sneezy today.” They grin and tap A’s poor nose, which sends them into another sneezing fit. “G-Giihh-heh-tscHH!!”

[kiaory]

I’m really liking this premise in general though, even beyond the makeout thing. Them trying to act natural and not sneeze while sitting next to their crush. A flirty friend with a mutual attraction trying to coax out a sneeze with a sexy gesture or comment. Them trying to hold back long enough to descretely ‘relive some tension’ without the sneezing giving them away or waking up other people in the same house at night.

[sickhaze]

picture it:

you're lying in bed, still wrapped up in the warmth of the blankets, and are for the most part still asleep, but gradually coming to as you're forced to wake up for the day ahead. your partner's side of the bed is empty, but that's a common occurrence. they have to leave for work a little earlier than you do, so despite it not being ideal it isn't entirely unusual to waken alone.

as you drift into consciousness you hear their footsteps pottering about the rest of the apartment. they leave the bedroom door open by habit, so you can smell the fresh coffee brewing and honestly it makes getting up for the day just a little bit easier.

their footsteps stall though, and distantly, from the far-right corner of the apartment you hear a ragged sneeze. it appears to stop them in their tracks for a moment, followed by a desperate sniffle, before they continue on.

they trudge onwards, making their way to the opposite end of the apartment, towards the bathroom. a couple more minutes tick by, before you hear the tap turn off and once again ever so faintly a faltering breath proceeded quickly by another sneeze... wait... oh, and another. they sound rougher, wetter, and the outburst is followed by the sound of tissues being ripped out of a box.

okay, you're definitely more awake now, and eventually their footsteps signal their return to the bedroom as they make for the wardrobe to grab their shoes, coat, and by the sounds of it you hope their scarf as well.

you wipe the sleep from your eyes and glance up, getting your first proper look at them and oh they look like they could be in for a rough day, poor thing.

their nostril rims, freshly scrubbed pink and seemingly dying to start dripping again at any second, are flaring towards yet another scraping, miserable sneeze they just can't help - only this time you actually see it and hear it up close. they catch it in their elbow even though they have tissues balled up in their palm; a testament to how worn out and semi-useless they must already be.

"would you prefer 'good morning' or 'god bless you'? jesus, baby..." you say, tilting your head up for your usual good morning kiss. what? how could you not when they look like that.

they roll their eyes and bend down, kissing the corner of your mouth in compromise. you taste coffee tinged with mentholated cherry, and you can't help but savour it.

"i have a feeling i'll be hearing the latter quite a lot today, so i'll take the former, thadks".

[terrestrialyarn]

Love sneezing as the result of an accident: maybe they dropped something and now there’s a cloud of ticklish powder in the air, maybe they’re burning dinner and the spices have made an irritating smoke, maybe they broke a perfume bottle.

Whatever it was, they’d love to fix it, or make amends, maybe even *apologise*, but their nose isn’t going to let them do anything voluntary for quite a while…