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Part 2 of the sneezy trunk hunk saga~
Looks like more helping hands are required to properly contain this big sneeze that's brewing, but is it going to be enough??
#snz art#snz kink#big trunk hunk#is what I've decided to call him lmao#snz holdbacks#gigantic snz#which helping hand would you like to be tho?
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someone trying to stave off a sneeze, but every effort they take backfires terribly.
they try to press a finger under their nose? well, their nose won't stop running - they can feel the dampness on their finger already, and that really tiiihckles...
they blow their nose? well, that seems to clear their congestion a little, but now that they can properly breathe again, their next breath only seems to expose them more to whatever allergen/irritant is present...
if they try to go inside? their tickle in their nose increases tenfold... this puzzles them until they realize - how long has it been since this room has been dusted?
or outside? it's springtime, and the trees are fully in bloom, and the slightest glance at the sun is enough to send their breath into another sharp, ticklish hitch...
they try to rub their nose? oh, but their fingers have just managed to graze the most sensitive part of it, worsening the tickle tenfold. what started off as a small, distracting tickle has become an intense, fiercely irritating - hHiiiH!
(not to mention, all this holding back is practically enough to guarantee that when they do finally sneeze - when the tickle they've denied themself relief from for so long finally has its chance to surface, it will be quite the display)
#last one for today! i promise!#been a long time lurker & i'm having so much fun typing up scenarios now ahaha#snz kink#sneeze kink#snzfucker#sneeze scenario#snzblr#snzario#allergies#buildups#holdbacks
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this is basically ten minutes of slow itchy torture. i figured the pepper worked so well that i'd try holdbacks. HUGE! MISTAKE! it started out fine - i had a couple of close calls but i held back pretty well. until it came time for me to let them out and...i couldn't.
but god i needed to sneeze so badly! so i kept putting more and more pepper into my itchy runny nose but it seemed like i'd never be able to sneeze. i was so desperate i ended up inducing my poor nose with a q-tip just to get some relief but even after some big boob-bouncing sneezes i still feel so itchy and unsatisfied. might have to have another round later and get some proper relief...
#snzblr#sneezeblr#snzfucker#sneezefucker#lesbian sneeze#female sneeze#pepper sneeze#holdback sneeze#snz kink#snz video#my video#snzbian
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I've noticed my sneezes have gotten to big and loud recently, I really need to work on getting them under control
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The fetish baffles me sometimes.
On the one hand, it is so incredibly basic that it's enough for a fic to contain the phrase "he caught a cold" to make my insides tingle.
On the other hand, the fetish creates the urge of me writing three paragraphs of lengthy nostril-descriptions, featuring every flaring, red, quivering, drippy detail.
#Snz#Show me an “ACHOO” and I'm quivering#But on the other hand please describe every second of the most prolonged ticklish quivering failed holdback sneeze
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a magic user completely surrounded by their element (fire, water, etc) and being absolutely overwhelmed by the magic they can feel buzzing inside of them. and their nose starts to tickle because thats the only way their body knows how to expel all the extra energy, but they definitely should not sneeze because itll result in explosive, uncontrollable outbursts of their element & itll make everything so much worse
#snz#snz kink#snz thoughts#snzario#sneeze#magic users losing control when they sneeze🥵#holdbacks and stifling perhaps?#sneeze kink#unoriginal idea but like...#so appealing
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🔕 and🍷 please?
🔕 - hold back fail.
Oh no, two spring to mind…
I woke up with a tickle in my throat, and it was slightly sore…but I felt fine. So I went to class (think I was at uni). I got to my lecture.. when I was getting more & more tired, heavy headed, found it hard to think … but more importantly a buzzing tickle appeared in my nose. Usually I don’t mind sneezing at all, but I think it was quiet so I didn’t want to. So I held back this buzzing tickle that was getting more and more intense, I remember it got really intense so I started audibly hitching which I personally find waaayyyy more embarrassing. So then I wanted the sneeze out (but cos I’d been holding back I couldn’t!). Eventually, I did sneeze… but there were 3 big issues. First, my intention was to stifle (I could not do it!! I rarely can’t stifle, so I was shocked!) second, it was not one sneeze… it was at least 5 with hitching breaths in between, thirdly - they got messy and messy quick. You could say the rest of that lesson was one big holdback fail. I know after one messy sneeze, they’ll all be messy (and I had no tissues!!). So yes my intention was to not sneeze again, but I really really did. I went on to have a very sneezy cold haha fml.
I was once kissing someone, with a moustache in allergy season. I think my nose was feeling extra sensitive because it made me need to sneeze (this could never happen outside of allergy season, it’s crazy). Mmm I failed to holdback and was VERY close to covering their face. Heh 😳
🍷- alcohol sneezes
nope I don’t get them. Hungover sneezes, that’s my thing.
#Hungover sneezes#Alcohol sneezes#Holdback fails#Holdback fail#snz asks#snz asks sneezarify#messy sneezes#cold sneezes#snz kink#sneeze kink#snzblr#snzfucker#snz fet#snz fucker
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The Captain leaned over the strategy table, one hand shifting elegant bone markers on a map as the other curled into a fist as he tried to prevent his running nose from dripping onto the map. Queen Grimmaud observed this with interest, taking in appreciatively the way the braziers lit his torso, with its dashingly cut uniform tunic and silken sash – all black, of course. "I'b taken snf the liberty ob snnf movigg these troops snnf to sddf to snnf slf sddf slhh to the bohrd–"
He stopped talking, clamping a gloved fist tight over his nose. A tear escaped from one of his red-rimmed eyes. His queen regarded him coldly.
"Continue, Captain," she said.
Fearfully, he did so.
#he's not actually scared of her but he IS scared of damaging his third-favourite map#snz#sneeze kink#queen grimmaud and captain petron#captain petron#stuffy talk#holdbacks
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Self Obs Asks
Basically if you want to share your own snz experiences, reblog it and someone will (hopefully) send an emoji. You know how it goes. :3
🤧 ~ Most basic question of them all. What are you allergic to?
🔕 ~ Describe a holdback fail.
🕘 ~ What’s the longest amount of time you’ve spent sneezing?
🤒 ~ You ever felt like you starred in your own sickfic?
😅 ~ Name your post embarrassing sneeze moment.
💸 ~ Have you ever bought anything fetish related? If so, what?
💐 ~ Someone hands you a bouquet you’re allergic to. What do you do?
📼 ~ Are you a wav artist?
👽 ~ What’s the weirdest thing that’s ever made you sneeze?
❤️ ~ What’s your favorite way to induce?
🍷 ~ Does alcohol affect your sneezing? If so, how?
🌶️ ~ Would you rather be induced or do the inducing? Either way, what’s your tool of choice?
🤭 ~ Do a snz dare from the asker and describe the experience.
😈 ~ You ever sneakily induce?
❓~ Wild card. Talk about anything you want.
#This one might be a tad controversial#like this seems so shark like#but it's only for those who are into self obs!#like I am a LOT#hence the idea#hear me out#these emojis are cursed#I tried to make these creative#rather than just does this make you sneeze#I really hope this is well received
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CW: Fantasy! AU, magic user! listener, traveling w/ B/akugo, barbarian/fantasy! B/akugo, fluff, cold denial, build ups & holdbacks, loud sneezing, sniffling/snuffling, one nose blow, three stifles, B/akugo being a jerk, as usual, slight world building if you squint, thunder & rain sounds, cold & shivery B/akugo, cuddling to stay warm
After setting off on a journey with Barbarian Prince B/akugo, a horrific thunderstorm seems to have appeared out of nowhere and has been following you for some time. It doesn’t seem like much of an issue...until your companion starts to show signs of fatigue and perhaps illness. You both have no choice but to endure the rain and take shelter, while trying to find a way to fight off the chill plaguing your friend.
I know, no one really has been asking for B/aku (Im gonna start on S/hinsou stuff soon I promise I just dont know what his voice OR sneeze should sound like) but I needed a test wav to see how my half assed blanket fort recording studio did, and...to me? the one listening to the wav over and over while I edit? It’s an improvement. I’ve got a noise cancelling blanket on the way from Amazon so hopefully that’ll help even more.
I promise I’m going to get back onto these asks and the like soon, but if it means making the wavs come out better, ya may wanna expect more experimental wav & recording tests
Buuut anyway, I got fantasy au on the brain, had this sitting in my scripts for a while, thought I’d use it to test the sound quality.
Love you guys, ttyl, I’m goin to bed
Also be sure to check out the intro piece I did for The Dragons Prize. It’s got no snz but probably has the best editing I’ve ever done for a wav so far and I couldn’t NOT shaaaare
MINORS DNI. NON KINK BLOGS DO NOT REBLOG!
#kushami wavs#kushami snz#m/ha#b/nha#b/akubrat#B/akugo K/atsuki#fantasy au#fantasy wav#fantasy au brainrot#snz wav#snzfucker#snzblr#snz kink#sneeze kink
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FINALLY, The fic I have been teasing!
Well, part 1 of 2!
(I may have gotten a little carried away with the preface of the night before, and after 4000 words I decided I needed to split it…)
Part 2 should be out in the next few days, and will be in collaboration with the lovely @thekinkyleopard who also owns Levi 🖤
Please enjoy some cold denial, obviously snz, some holdbacks (or I guess Rem’s attempts at holding back..) and of course, miserable Remi on the night before his 29th birthday 🖤
“So, the big 29 is tomorrow, huh, big guy?” The deep voice of his brother-in-law followed by the gentle nudge he gave the wolf’s shoulder broke him from the fog he was in, his slightly duller than usual green eyes adjusting back to reality as he turned his attention to the man next to him. With almost anyone else, Remi would have at the very least had some choice words for the person touching him, however, Biziil was already like a brother to him. The silver haired man had been dating both Remi and Levi’s sisters for a while now, and the girls never had anything bad to say about him. In fact, Remi couldn’t have picked out a better man himself for his sister, even if he was slightly intimidating to the large wolf.
“Yeah, I suppose so,” Remi responded with a small flash of a smile, clearing his throat gently as he adjusted himself in his wooden chair, the loud chatter of the crowded restaurant all blending together in the background around them. Remi seemed a little more distracted tonight than he usually did, although it was was a widely known fact that the wolf also hated his birthday. “Levi’s even making me have a party this year.” Remi’s head lolled towards the white haired man next to him who was deep in conversation with the two girls who sat on the opposite side of the booth, their fingers intertwined with each other’s as they chatted along. The mention of his name pulled Levi’s attention away from the girls and he smiled brightly at his boyfriend, who now sat with his head rested on his hand, elbow propped up on the table in front of him, but he still returned his smile as their eyes locked.
“What about Levi?” The leopard asked with a grin, taking notice of how tired his boyfriend looked as he sat there, the dark circles under the mans eyes hard to miss even in the dimly lit restaurant.
“Rem was just telling me about how you’re making him have a party this year?” Biz snorted a laugh as he grabbed his half full glass of water from the table, fixing the straw between his lips before sipping it.
Remi felt miles away even if he only sat a few feet from the group.
The wolf had been scrounging around the bus earlier that afternoon for a change of clothes while Levi was out running a last minute errand, and stumbled upon a black plastic bag that was tied up and stuffed in the back reaches of their shared closet. In his hurry to find something usable, all common sense was thrown to the wind and his sharp nails made quick work of the plastic, tearing a large hole into the side and allowing a light blue sweater to lazily spill out onto the floor. Without finding any other options thus far, the desperate wolf peeled the sweater from the bag, and pressed it to his face, inhaling deeply through his nose for a sniff test. Instantly, the large man’s bright green eyes began to water, an intense tickle building rapidly throughout his sinuses. “What the—?” The sweater was quickly removed from his face, and suddenly the soft black and grey hairs that littered the fabric where his face once was pressed caught his attention. Too late now.
“H’TSCHH!! HIHH’ITSCHH’IEWW!” Remi sneezed openly, spraying the sweater he held out in front of him. With a suddenly wet sniffle, the wolf grumbled obscenities under his breath, throwing the sweater deep into the closet again. Although that did nothing for the ever present tickle that now made itself home in the back of his nose. “Hhh..” His breath hitched, allergic tears threatening to spill over his eyelids already from the intensity. Waving one large hand in front of his face, his features remained twisted in pure helplessness as he tried to coax out the release he was denied. A few moments pass, and the stubborn itch retreated back into his nose, leaving the wolf painfully congested and desperate for the onslaught to subside. With the knuckle of his index finger pressed under his nose, Remi quickly made his way into the bathroom, where he fumbled to open the medicine cabinet on the wall, the mirror hitting the paint behind it as it flung open. As his thin fingers combed through the various bottles of god knows what they had in the cabinet, the burning within his nose made itself known yet again, despite his knuckle pressed against his septum. Remi never was any good at holding them back..
“H’IITSSCHHH’IIEW!! IH’TTSCHH! —TSCHH!” Each itchy sneeze continued to get messier, until his hand was soaked in small droplets, his eyes watering so badly he could barely see. With a quick swipe, he tore off a small amount of the toilet paper that hung up on the wall beside him, and blew his uncooperative nose into it with a thick gurgle. Thankfully, it was enough to repel the intense quivering of his nostrils enough to be able to locate the familiar white and pink bottle of Benadryl that was tucked in the corner of the cabinet.
“There you are, you little shit..” Remi grumbled, fishing two pink pills from the bottle and popping them into his mouth, swallowing them with ease with just the saliva in his mouth. As the pills slid down his throat, his now bloodshot eyes flew open, realizing his terrible mistake. “Welp, I hope I bake it till the edd of didder with Biz add the girls before passigg out..” The wolf muttered to himself, his voice thick with congestion, replacing the cap on the bottle of Benadryl and sniffling wetly.
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“Yeah, of course I’m making him have a party this year! The man is horrible about his birthday and hasn’t even let me celebrate for the past 3 years!” Levi playfully put his hands on his hips as he spoke, an excited grin plastered on his freckled cheeks. He had been planning things to do for Remi’s birthday party for weeks; since Remi gave him the ‘shrug of approval’ after intense pleading on Levi’s part. When the man was asleep, he planned to decorate the bus they lived in to surprise him, and he had the recipe perfected for an amazing cake he just knew Remi would absolutely love. The gang was to come over to party and celebrate with them until the next morning, to which they were all going to head over to Remi’s favorite diner to have breakfast. It was a typical Levi plan, which is the only reason the grumpy wolf agreed to the idea.
Still propped up on the table on one elbow, the large man smiled back at the leopard, a breathy chuckle leaving him in response to the very true accusation. As he opened his mouth to explain himself to Biz’s and the girl’s shocked gaze, the familiar tickle in his nose that he knew so well caught him off guard, causing the wolf to gasp slightly before scrubbing at his twitchy nostrils with his knuckles.
“Hey, you good?” Biz’s concern for his brother in law was apparent in his tone, his violet eyes searching Remi’s exhausted, run down features. “You aren’t getting sick, are you?”
Remi shook his head quickly, waving his hand frantically in front of him in defense as his other hand rubbed deep, full circles against his nose, trying desperately to kill the distracting itch. “No, no, definitely not.. I Hahh-..” The tickle in the wolf’s nose only seemed to get more intense the more he tried to make it go away, causing his breath to catch but not enough to be productive, leaving his mouth slightly open and his eyelids fluttering helplessly. After a moment of suspense and nothing to show for it, he slumped back into the wooden chair with a frustrated sigh.
“No way, by allergies are actigg up.” Remi finally finished, trying to ignore the concerned look his boyfriend was giving him from down the booth. “I accidedtally foudd Levi’s jacket he wears after shiftigg earlier.. I swear its really just allergies. I’b fide,” The wolf’s voice was thick with congestion but he was able to give the others a rather convincing smile, despite how tight his face felt already from the building pressure behind his eyes. One thin hand suddenly came to rest on the wolf’s knee, and Levi scooted in towards his boyfriend, rubbing tenderly in reassurance.
Levi already knew. Remi might have been able to convince himself that he wasn’t going to be out of commission tomorrow, but the feline knew his mate better than anyone else. But then again, who was he to give him a reality check?
With a wet snort, Remi’s gaze was adverted to the floor beside him, a soft blush dusting his already reddened cheeks from the amount of eyes on him. By this time, Meeko and Connie who were still sitting as close as possible to each other with their fingers still interlocked were even focused on him, his younger sister’s lime green eyes laced with worry.
“Rem, are you sure? You just look really tired..” The pitiful tone of the girl’s voice made him grit his teeth tightly, and when Biziil clapped one of his own pale hands against Remi’s shoulder empathetically, the wolf flew up from the table, his heavy wooden chair squeaking loudly as it was forced back. The group suddenly became silent to watch the volatile man, unsure what to expect from the sudden outburst.
“Excuse be..” Remi grumbled, his voice hitching on the last word almost silently, but it definitely caught the attention of his boyfriend.
Without another word, he excused himself from the table, quickly darting for the bathroom in the back of the restaurant. His nostrils flared helplessly under the single knuckle he scrubbed desperately against them, bright toxic green orbs quickly filling with tears as he tried to hold back the tickle that tried so desperately to escape.
Not here.. not in front of so many people.. the wolf thought to himself in a panic.
His long legs carried him quickly through both of the crowded dining rooms, around booths and tables full of people who gave him a judgmental glare as he slid past them, and finally into the hallway that would obscure him from watchful eyes that led directly to both bathrooms before the buzzing of his nose finally won out.
“H-h’ngkt’ischhh!! HhH’Nght’tschh!” Remi half stifled into his elbow before once again scrubbing at his itchy nose, the release having done nothing to relieve the tickle that burned within his sinuses. “Nnnng..” he groaned after exhaling slowly, his head swiftly filling up with more congestion. Suddenly, the wolf had a hand at his shoulder, giving him a gentle squeeze before the familiar body of his mate was wrapped around his waist from behind, causing him to jump in response before relaxing into him. Remi wasn’t usually startled whenever healthy, however the somehow both stuffed and runny nose he currently had definitely blocked his ability to smell anyone approaching him, thus making him an easy target.
“You okay back here, my love?” Levi’s sweet voice was like music to the wolf’s stuffed ears, and the anxiety melted from his rugged features. The cat’s thin arms rubbed at his mate’s chest tenderly, a freckled cheek pressed against the man’s warm back. With a telling liquidy snuffle, Remi swiped at his streaming nose with the sleeve of his suit, a wet trail joining the rest that already stained the fabric there.
“Yeah, I just dod’t wadt to be babied by by sister add her boyfriedd because by allergies are actigg up..” The large man grumbled thickly, his pride obviously hurt by the interaction.
Levi couldn’t help but let out a gentle chuckle at how someone of Remi’s size could have such a LARGE ego, but he only tightened his tender grasp on the wolf’s frame when he felt the familiar swell of his chest.
“ih’ttschh! ht’tttszch!! iht’tsschieww!” The large man pitched forward sharply with each sneeze, his eyes streaming against the single index finger he had pressed against his septum. Thankfully his last fit seemed to keep the irritating tickle at bay, climbing back up into his overcrowded sinuses, and leaving him slightly dazed. Purring softly behind him, Levi fished in his own pocket for the tissues he always carried for just occasions like this, and once his thin fingers slid past the plastic that wrapped them, he stuffed the personal pack of tissues into the wolf’s slightly clammy hands. The older man tossed him a defeated look of gratitude, before pulling out a tissue from the top and loudly blowing his nose into it.
“Cmon baby, let’s go home. Biz already picked up the tab for us for your birthday, and he and the girls said they’d be over tomorrow for your party.” Levi cooed, still wrapped around Remi’s waist from behind.
Remi let out a raspy sigh. He would never admit it, but he did kinda feel like shit.. The constant buzzing in his nose just seemed to get more and more aggressive as time went on, and he was starting to get a very raw feeling down his throat that made him a little uneasy.
Shaking his head quickly to dismiss any other thoughts, the raven haired man snuffled through his full nostrils, and finally nodded in agreement. “Alright, let’s go home..”
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“Okay Mr. Birthday Boy! I know it’s not your birthday quite yet, but you get to pick the movie we watch before bed, okay?” Levi chimed happily as the two men pushed their way through the door of their fully converted school bus RV. The leopard was cheery as always, prancing up the stairs into the living room with his butt swaying back and forth with excitement. Remi, however, came trudging up slowly behind him, trying to hide the pure exhaustion that coated his features. He flashed a tired smirk in the leopards direction, already peeling the jacket to his suit off of his muscular frame and tossing it lazily to the side.
“I feel like you already know what I’m going to pick though..” he chuckled in a hoarse voice, clearing his throat softly to avoid the cough that caught in his chest as he spoke. Remi was notorious for always picking the same movie; his one guilty pleasure comfort that Levi was the only one besides his sister, Meeko, that knew about.
“Rem, come onnnn…” Levi whined to his mate playfully, removing his own suit jacket and folding it neatly over his arm, unlike the large man in front of him. “That can’t seriously be the only movie you ever want to watch..” The leopard gave Remi a quick shake of his head to show his shame, the white strands of his hair falling messily across his freckled forehead.
By this time, the wolf had managed to completely strip out of his fitting smoke grey suit down to just his boxers, the sudden quick bobs of his head as he changed causing his already noticeably red nostrils to leak profusely.
“Uh, Hey, who’s birthday is it agaid? Whed it’s your birthday you get to pick the bovie…“ Remi smirked again while helplessly dabbing at the already raw, chapped skin around his nostrils with a tissue he had retrieved from his suit, which brought a sarcastic eye roll from Levi, but was followed a smile. With another thick snort and a grumble under his breath at the ever present congestion that filled his already rather empty head, Remi managed to retrieve a deep crimson button up sweater from the back of the couch beside him and lazily drape it over his lanky frame.
Levi had already thrown on some teal silk sweatpants and a tee shirt in place of his once formal attire, and was sifting through their surprisingly large collection of movies with thin fingers, his butt wiggling in the air behind him. When the cat managed to find the movie he was looking for, he clicked his tongue loudly before swiping it from its place and thrusting it in the air above his head with a huge grin.
“Found it!” The feline giggled happily, bouncing back over to their shared bed that was blanketed in stuffies, with Remi already making himself comfortable in his usual spot with the small pack of tissues clutched tightly in one hand.
Levi couldn’t help but smile at the adorable picture Remi made among all of the brightly colored plushies, the wolf’s red cheeks and nose giving him a more animated appearance despite his constantly streaming eyes and mouth that hung slightly ajar as he struggled to breathe through the congestion. The cat’s ivory hands popped open the disk case, and carefully took out the DVD by the edges, before sliding it into the DVD player on their tv that hung on the wall of the bus. After a few seconds, the black screen faded to the title screen.
“The Princess Bride” the screen said in large letters, the familiar music causing a smile to tug at the corners of Remi’s mouth. Once the movie began to play, Levi scurried quickly back to the large bed, diving under the blankets and wrapping himself in the wolf’s strong arms, sighing in contentment when the older man pulled him tightly to his chest.
Remi could recite every line of The Princess Bride, and against the leopard’s wishes, usually did so under his breath throughout the whole movie, bright green orbs locked on the TV. However, this time was a bit different..
The words Levi had got accustomed to having breathed directly into his ear were scarce and far between this time, every few moments punctuated by an unproductive snuffle that seemed to get more and more frustrated as they went on. As they neared introducing Remi’s favorite character which usually drew a large reaction from the wolf, the buzzing that had finally subsided within his dampened nostrils roared to the front of his sinuses before he had a chance to catch it.
“h’dzzshh’uu! —’tschuu!!” Remi sneezed openly to the side, the air suddenly misted with hundreds of small droplets that cascaded down on the bed, although Levi’s exposed arm got the brunt of it. Before the feline could even turn his head to address his mate, the wolf’s sensitive nose exploded into another itchy fit.
“ih’ttschh! ht’tttszch!’iuh! hih— Ht’tssch’iew!! Sdnff—!”
Without another word to Levi, his freckled fingers quickly drew a handful of tissues from the box they kept on their nightstand, and he attempted to thrust them into the wolf’s trembling hands, but the other’s face was still twisted up desperately as the burning inside his poor nose only seemed to increase.
“I’b hih—! not d-donee!” Remi hitched helplessly, his huge chest hiking up and up as his wet nostrils flared, only a small sliver of glowing green iris visible under the pools of tears that poured over his eyelids.
Thinking quickly, Levi cupped one hand around the back of Remi’s head, and the other hand full of tissues pressed firmly around the wolf’s raw nose, his thumb and index finger on each side and pressing in on his quivering nostrils just in time.
“hH’kngt! Gnxxxt’iew!! HAh—! HIH’IITSCH’IEW!” The last sneeze tore through the wolf’s throat at an unexpected volume, even making Remi grimace before sniffling a few times, taking the wad of tissues from the felines hands and fully blowing his nose into them with a liquidy gurgle. Trying to rid his sinuses of the pressure that continuously got more intense with each unsuccessful sniffle, Remi rubbed quick circles into his dampened nostrils, a soft clicking noise could be heard from inside his nose as he rubbed.
“Nnnnh, sorry babe..” Remi apologized gently to the cat who still sat perched on the bed in front of him, concern filling Levi’s ocean blue eyes as the older man ducked into his shoulder, a short fit of ticklish coughs capturing all his attention now.
“Remi..” the cat’s voice was gentle as he rolled over to now have his dainty frame wrapped around the wolf’s huge one, his fingers combing through Remi’s jet black hair in reassurance.
It only took a few moments for the rhythmic motions of his mates fingers up and down his scalp to suddenly put the large man to sleep, and before long, the thick snores from the wolf’s stuffed nose filled the bus as he slept. With a small frown, the leopard got comfortable next to the older man, his limbs draped completely over Remi as they always were when they slept.
Levi placed a tender kiss in the middle of the the wolf’s sweaty back, his lips ghosting across the dampened skin as he whispered.
“Twenty nine, huh? You’d almost think you were celebrating your birthday as One Year Sicker, and not one year older every year..”
The cat chuckled near silently to himself, and slowly drifted off to sleep around the snoring wolf.
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10, 11, 12 for the asks plsss
Thank you for the asks, lovely! 🥰
10. Do you prefer sneeze fics or sneeze wavs?
Hmm. I suppose it really depends what I'm trying to get out of it? For getting off quickly and reliably, wavs are definitely a go to! If I have more time I loooove reading snz fics though. Words and descriptions when used well are the most erotic things in the world imo! Also love consuming fanfic, not exclusively for getting off. I think it's probably a tie?
(I fucking LOVE a good observation, though 🥵)
11. Do you prefer masculine or feminine sneezes?
I don't think I have a preference! It really depends on each unique sneeze. When consuming content (wavs, videos, fics) it's a pretty even split! I'm a little more picky with my masculine sneezes though
(I approached this meaning more male and female? But it still applies if we're not talking specifically about sex and more like...manliness and womanliness lmao. Or whatever. I'm bisexual, it's literally all good across the board! 💕)
12. What is your favorite kind of sneeze? (harsh, wet, stifled, kittenish, etc.)
Oooh okay. Desperation and/or audible wetness are huge things for me, if I had to pick off the top of my head? But. I genuinely cannot get enough of all kinds of sneezes? I love vocally rich sneezes but I also really love when they just sound completely nasal or like a rush of wetness and air. Also can't say I strictly prefer stifles or let outs - it really just depends on my mood! I love audible build ups and talking between sneezes - someone blessing or excusing themselves is always 😩💦
I think it might be easier to say what I don't care for? And that is sneezes that sound exclusively like a yell, or those that just sound like coughs. You know. Good ol' snoughs. And whilst I can appreciate holdbacks I'm very impatient half the time and just want snz as soon as I can get it so 🤷♀️
(I always go back to 'Looking Up and In' on bondi's wav page - partially because I had my first ever orgasm listening to him lmao but also because he has a massive variety of extremely harsh, vocal and desperate sneezes mixed in with some smaller ones that just seem to really scratch the itch for me)
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Genshin Navia snz pls
Yesss I was halfway through her list!! I love when asks line up with my own wants lol
Navia
Not shy about sneezing at all
But she will chuckle out a little sorry if she had a huge sneezing fit
Announces that she needs to sneeze
Dust allergy
Rainbow Rose allergy
The dust allergy is worse but she comes across Rainbow Roses more
Allergies make her sneezes sound more itchy
Looks like she would have little ladylike
sneezes but they're actually big
8/10 in volume, 6/10 in pitch, 6/10 in
wetness
Sneezes into gloves or turns away
Does carry and handkerchief but forgets it exists
Will make a comment about how big her
sneeze was or how tickly her nose is
Always at least 3 sneezes
Vocal buildups but just little ones
More like just some little noises before sneezing
Pretty consistent sounding sneezes
Can holdback if she needs to but finds it hard to be quiet and can't do it for super long
Could probably do it longer with help
Not good at stifling
Most of the time it's a half stifle and rarely can she fully stifle them
Does that one finger under nose rubbing while sniffling
Will bless herself
Very sneezy when sick
Being sick makes her sneezes sound a little different too
They're messier and get more rapid too
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Valentine's Gift For Dsnzfb
Hi @dsnzfb! I was your secret snz Valentine! I wrote some P/hoenix and E/dgeworth for you, I hope you like it!
Story features: allergies, holdbacks, stuck sneezes, very very slight character-with-the-kink, and E/dgeworth being the flustered mess we know and love.
Unfortunate truth the first: M/iles E/dgeworth was allergic to cherry blossoms.
Unfortunate truth the second: he had made this -fascinating- discovery due to the limited-edition Spring In Neo Olde Tokyo Samurai & Pink Princess Scented Plushie Set, a Valentine's Day-adjacent product of which only two hundred had been manufactured and sold.
Unfortunate truth the third: he had a meeting with W/right in approximately five minutes to discuss an upcoming case the man wanted E/dgeworth's advice about, and he very much did not want his...rival? friend? Crush...to know that he had purchased such an item. Yes, he no longer deluded himself into thinking that W/right wasn't at least a bit aware that he was a closet Steel Samurai fan, but owning a -bright pink- -highly romantic- -Valentine's themed- -limited edition- plushie set wasn't something he was -quite- ready to admit to the man who stirred in him such complicated (unnecessary) feelings.
Unfortunate truth the fourth: W/right was early for the meeting, for once in the man's blasted life, and E/dgeworth had time to do nothing but shove the plushie set in the top drawer of his desk and close said drawer, desperately hoping that the teasing, tickling scent would remain trapped inside for the duration of his conversation with W/right.
W/right hadn't even finished laying out the case documents he'd brought for E/dgeworth to look over when his hope was squashed.
He can smell it. The horrible, cloying, artificial cherry blossom scent. He's not sure if it's because his desk isn't doing enough to block it out or because enough of the perfume had spread into the office air before he sealed away the offending plushie, but he can smell it.
And oh, his nose -tickles.-
When M/iles E/dgeworth is allergic to something, he's not the kind of man who sniffs delicately or has a slight cough or develops hives or anything along those lines. No, E/dgeworth's allergies manifest in one way and one way only:
Enormous, trumpeting sneezes that simply -cannot- be stifled and -cannot- be stopped.
And, of course, -always- seem to come in fits.
He needs, he realizes, to hold off the fit until W/right has left. He remembers the other man having been aware of his massive fits when they were children together, back when it was a source of humor rather than embarrassment, but he does not want his rival-friend-possibly-crush-definitely-someone-he-wants-to-impress to know that he is STILL plagued by such undignified sneezes.
It is not going to be an easy task.
The scent is everywhere, in every breath. He breathes through his mouth, and it helps not the slightest. His nose wants desperately to twitch, to hitch, and keeping his face still is a Herculean task.
Still he tries.
And tries.
But oh, he has to -sneeze-.
And then, of course, it gets worse, because he's supposed to be helping W/right with a case, so it's not like he is able to simply stay quiet throughout the meeting. Soon, W/right has finished listing out the facts of the case - as though E/dgeworth hadn't researched it beforehand, which he of course had - and is asking the prosecutor for his opinion.
"The reason my client, Mr. Blossom, is accused of the murder is because the victim, Miss Addison Shoo, recently purchased a huge bouquet of flowers from his shop, Blossom's Blossoms. She had a boyfriend, who she planned to gift the flowers to. The prosecutor - one of the Paynes, although I can't for the life of me remember which one - is going to insist that the flowers were poisoned, because the victim's cause of death was poison."
"That's patently ridiculous," E/dgeworth responds. For a moment, he's so caught up in the insanity of the Payne's accusation that he conquers the tickle, getting out a full sentence. But then, he takes in a breath to speak more, and the tickle spikes, driving deep into the back of his nose. For a moment, the sneeze feels like an inevitability, and his attempt to get out his next words without hitching is a miserable failure. "How could flah...ehhh...flowers be poisoned?"
He hopes Wright won't catch the hitch.
He hopes in vain.
"Are you all right, M/iles?" the defense attorney asks in that damnably soft, stupidly caring voice. "If you're not feeling well, we can-"
"I'm fine!" the prosecutor snaps. Do not let your voice hitch, he tells himself. Do not take in a sharp breath. Do not allow your traitorous nose to twitch. You are in control. You are -fine-.
He is not fine.
"I am merely ahh...noyed that a prosecutor in my employ could make such a..." Here he pauses, forcing another hitch back, back, desperately trying to conquer the tickle. For a moment, he emerges victorious. "Such a ridiculous accusation. The poison must have been delivered another way."
W/right looks down, eagerly shuffling through the papers, presumably looking through the record of the victim's final hours for any sort of other method by which the poison might have entered her body. E/dgeworth takes advantage of the other man's brief distraction to press a single longer, aristocratic finger underneath his nose.
For a moment, it works. For a moment, it is bliss. The tickle subsides, and E/dgeworth keeps the finger pressed where it is for one, two, three, four, five glorious seconds. Then W/right looks back up, and E/dgeworth hurriedly removes his finger and tries to act as though he was simply adjusting his cravat.
For one blessed moment, he thinks the tickle is gone.
Then that scent, that horrid -scent- invades his nostrils once more, and he knows that he is wrong. Worst, he has misjudged the situation, quite badly.
Holding his finger under his nose had only allowed the tickle to incubate. Now, when it returns, it is sharper, fiercer, a battering ram against his formerly iron defenses.
He dares not move. He dares not speak. He dares not -breathe-.
He just needs to fight this cresting wave, and then the tickle will surely, -surely- back down again. He just needs to be strong for a little longer, and he will not sneeze. He! Will! Not! Sneeze!
"Huh, wait, this is weird," W/right says, his brow furrowing as he notices an odd detail in the paperwork he is scanning. "It says here that Miss Shoo was financially unstable, having lost her job a few weeks ago and not found any new one - but according to Mr. Blossom's testimony, she purchased the most expensive bouquet in the shop."
Oh, it tickles. Oh, it -tickles-.
"Consisting entirely of rare and exotic flowers-"
Do not sneeze. Stay strong.
"like passion lilies, birds of paradise..."
"Ahhh..." Okay, that had been a hitch, but acceptable damages, W/right had been too caught up in expounding on his new theory to notice.
"....oh, and hmm, also it looks like the bouquet contained a lot of..."
No, W/right, do not say it, or I shall lose this battle! E/dgeworth thought as his nose twitches and throbs. Somehow he knows that even the word will set him off, will remind him of the scent that invades his nostrils.
"...sprigs and sprigs of fresh cherry blossoms."
"HAH'SCHUUUUUUU!" The sneeze is out of him before he can even think to stifle or hold back. His allergies are so severe that even hearing the word -cherry blossom- was enough to spark a sneeze.
W/right looks up, shocked. "Ble-" he starts to say.
"kSCHUUU! hah'SCHUUU!" Two more sneezes follow before he can even get the word out.
"M/iles, are you all right? We can postpone if you-"
The tickle is still there, but he fights, he -fights.- "No, W/right, please, it was merely a brief irritation." He is not going to sneeze any more. He is not going to reveal the allergen tucked within his drawer that he had so foolishly purchased. "Continue."
"Okay, if you're sure..." W/right doesn't look sure, and E/dgeworth does not -feel- sure, not with the tickle still battering against his nasal defenses, not without now knowing just how -wonderful- the relief of a good sneeze had felt, but onward he presses.
"Well, purchasing such an expensive bouquet surely implies that she had come into some money, somehow? And we know it wasn't a new job, at least not anything official - she was constantly active on social media, and she posted about all of her previous jobs the same day she was hired."
"Heh..." E/dgeworth agrees with a hitchy nod. There's another sneeze building, and he's tempted just to let it out. He's embarrassed, true, but he'd already sneezed in front of W/right and admitted to a "slight" tickle in his nose (although "slight" is not -really- the word he would use to describe it) and so another sneeze would not seem -that- strange. And this is a devilishly tickly one.
So he'll let it out, he decides. It feels like a single, and not a particularly large one, by his standards, and it will probably go a long way towards alleviating the teasing tickle.
Only, now that he's decided that, it seems that the sneeze doesn't -want- to come out.
"Heh...ahhh..." He hitches under his breath, trying to urge it a long. Just a moment ago, he had been desperately trying everything in his power -not- to sneeze, and now the sneeze simply...won't come.
"She hah...hahh...hahhh...d a boyfriend, didn't she? Wouldn't such a bouquet make sense for a romantic gift?" He breathes in through his nose as he talks, trying to urge more of the tickly scent into his nasal passages, but the dastardly odor seems to have at last dissipated, because the sneeze remains firmly stuck.
W/right eyes him oddly, but has the good sense not to question him. That, or he's genuinely too caught up in the discussion of the case to notice. "Yes, but they'd only been officially dating for three months, and it didn't seem from Miss Shoo's posts that things were getting serious yet. And it wasn't any sort of anniversary, or his birthday, and they definitely weren't getting engaged or moving in together or anything of the sort."
Breathe in, breathe out. Tickle, tickle. Sneeze, damn you, sneeze! he tells himself. But it won't happen. It will not come. The sneeze is well and truly stuck.
"So she wasn't in a financial place to buy him a fancy bouquet with no reason..."
His nostrils flare. "Ahh...heh..." For a moment, he thinks he has it. But no, the damned thing backs away again.
"...and there -is- no obvious reason, which makes me think it has something to do with money. She had gotten some, and was planning to surprise him with the bouquet alongside the good news. It would make sense - Mr. Blossom confirmed that the boyfriend was a regular customer of his, and his social media is full of pictures of his houseplants. He was a known flower fan."
"Did Mi...did Miss...heh...ahhh...Did Miss Sha....Miss Ah....Ahhhh...Ahhhh...." Even the victim's name seems to tease him, reminding him of the sneeze he desperately wants to release from his poor, tormented nose. "Did Miss Shahh...Shaaaaahhh....Ahhh..." The tickle is poised right there on the edge, but it -just won't come out-, there's nothing he can do, he can't talk without hitching, can't -breathe- without hitching, but he just simply cannot SNEEZE!
"M/iles, please, just sneeze if you need to. You don't have to hold back on my account. I'm not grossed out or anything, I promise."
"That's nahh...nahhh....not..." His voice has taken on a helpless, whining tone that he hates more than anything. "It's stah...stuck!"
"Oh." The tone of W/right's voice is not pity or amusement as he had dreaded, but genuine concern, mixed with...Interest? Fascination?
Between gasping breaths, E/dgeworth looks up. The defense attorney's eyes are locked on his face - no, on his desperately twitching, flaring nose. In those eyes are an intensity E/dgeworth almost never sees outside of the courtroom.
The evidence leads to only one conclusion, although he cannot for the life of him figure out -why- it is so:
P/hoenix W/right wants him to sneeze.
And he wants to sneeze, too, now. The tickle has been teasing him for well over a minute, he cannot -breathe- without even gasping.
Throwing caution to the wind, E/dgeworth flings open the drawer, freeing the awful cherry blossom-scented plushies within. A wave of faintly floral air bursts upward, and the sneeze crests at last.
"KA'SCHOOO! ahhhhCHOOOO! haaaaaa....ahhh....ACHOO! KER'SCHOO! AHHHHHHHHHCHOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Well, not sneeze, but -sneezes-.-
When the fit has calmed at last, the expression on P/hoenix W/right's face has moved from mere interest into something pointed and dark, filled with the promise of very, -very- interesting discoveries for a curious prosecutor to make should he pry further.
In a move far more spontaneous than he is used to making, he hands the scented plushies to the defense attorney. "Happy Valentine's Day, W/right," he manages to get out before gearing up for yet another tortured, allergic sneeze. "HAH'SCHOOO!"
"Happy Valentine's Day to me indeed," W/right murmurs, the case documents on the desk completely forgotten as he thoroughly examines his new acquisition.
(M/iles E/dgeworth's theory about the affect his sneezes have on one P/hoenix W/right turns out to be correct, and the scented Steel Samurai and Pink Princess plushies quickly become both the bane and the blessing of his existence over the next many, many nights spent in W/right's arms. Eventually, they do manage to solve the case, finding the stub of a winning lottery ticket that had been purchased by a Miss Addison Shoo but cashed in by her boyfriend, a Mr. O. Bviousguilt. During the trial, the cherry-blossom filled bouquet becomes a key piece of evidence, much to the delight of a certain defense attorney and the frustration of a poor prosecutor who decides to support his -own- new boyfriend by watching the whole thing from the gallery, a sneezy, allergic mess throughout the trial but there to cheer P/hoenix on regardless.)
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