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[swerveintoshame]

Midnight vampire snz thoughts

Mild blood and mess mention!

I’m sure someone has already thought of this but, consider

A horribly stuffy, cold ridden vampire having to frequently pull away from your neck during a feeding session to take a breath, unable to breathe through their nose. You can practically hear the congestion in the small raspy breaths they take, trying to take caution to not trigger themselves into another coughing fit.

Still, it’s starve a fever feed a cold isn’t it? and they most certainly still need to feed they think to themselves as they pathetically sniffle, attempting to keep the snot from running down their face long enough to finish their feeding session, the thought of accidentally sullying your precious neck absolutely humiliating.

#snz #monstersnz #vampiresnz #definitely not related to anything recent 😳 #blood tw #lemme know if I need to add tags other than a blood warning #snzblr #snzario #snz kink

[livayl]

Thinking of a big, sneezy dragon: (preferably the mighty fire one aka Lillandlians bf. Really want to write an actual fic with this.)

A feathery itch starts to blossom and creep up further into his sinuses. Maybe a dusting of golden pollen or a stray leaf. A teasing feather inhaled too deeply? First his elongated, tear shaped nares twitch and flare with irritation. A fleeting movement but soon they´re pulsating openly as the sensation persists. The soft, pink and swollen inner membranes are made visible. A wet sheen is starting to glisten around the nostrils.

The snout ripples and crinkles with further teases. More and more contorted into an irritated snarl that reveals rows of sharp, mighty fangs. His upper body rears upward in motion of the deepening, gasping breaths. The carpet of leaves around him stirs to motion with every hot gust. Muscle cords strain and bulge with each inhale and make the coal black, sharply formed scales shudder. His body, big and strong yet wiry, is tensing in anticipation of the coming release.  His wings expand and curl inwards again in a helpless, overwhelmed gesture as the tickle reaches the breaking point.

There´s an orange glow, a growing fiery blaze visibly burning and rising up from his chest to his lungs. It illuminates his pitch black body with a red-golden sheen from inside as the inner fire is kindled alive with the teasingly long build up. Finally, the sensation crests enough and his head fluently titles back and up at the same time. And then rears back even more as his blistering eyes close. His chest strains with a final, deep breath that sends fire roaring up his lungs and makes his smoldering core shining visibly through his scales.  The sneeze makes the dragons whole body shudder. So harsh yet relieving his claws tear into the soil deeply.  It´s accompanied by a devastating firestorm burning everything in reach of  several meters to ashes and still scorching and searing from afar.  And it´s carried by a primal, roaring tone able to shake nearby listeners down to the bones. After, the air flickers with leftover heat and fumes with smoke and thousands of vaporized droplets.  His head lowers again as his body relaxed with a relieved sigh that sends flakes of ash dance and tumble into his heated surroundings. 

#things I think of #monstersnz #dragon #sneeze #fire sneeze #my oc

[thatweirdsideblog]

Monsters with sensitive noses. Noses that wrinkle and twitch at the slightest change in atmosphere. One sneeze is usually enough to adjust, but what if theyre in a situation where they can't. Stifling only makes it worse, only makes the tickle stronger, fiercer. If they had only let themselves sneeze at that first tickle, they could've avoided this whole spectacle. But its too late now...

#snezario #mine #monstersnz content

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wild lupine and bluebell!

Answers under the cut.

opinions on monster snz content? can range from human-adjacent monsters like vampires and werewolves to more out-there stuff like dragons and eldritch abominations 

Honestly I love it. I love stuff like vampires and werewolves and stuff having fun sneeze stuff related to their classical weaknesses, like garlic making vampires sneeze and werewolves being extra photic to moonlight, stuff like that. I suppose I can admit I have a vampire OC in the works that I haven’t written about yet, and her thing is she’s allergic to certain blood types.

I’m not generally into anthro characters and such, but I definitely have a soft spot for dragons, plus I’ve always wanted to write something about a character with a pig snout for a nose, be it because of a curse or partial shapeshifting or something like that. My absolute favorite monstersnz thing though is totally a half-human, half-dragon character who can’t breathe fire and instead can only breathe smoke, and they always sneeze out a big cloud of it without fail. It’s such an adorable quirky weakness.

I’ve never written anything about an eldritch abomination sneezing, but I’ve thought about it and I’m definitely interested? I’m just not sure how I’d really go about it. Maybe one of these days.

what’s your music taste like? what do you like to listen to while writing/drawing/etc? 

My music taste is pretty all over the place. A while ago I basically only listened to classic rock, but at this point I’ll definitely try anything. I also listen to a ton of movie and video game soundtracks, and those are probably most of what I listen to when I write. I generally like to listen to music that’s either very chill or doesn’t have lyrics when I’m writing, otherwise I just get swept up in it.

#asks #snezario #monstersnez

[swerveintoshame]

Nagas/snake monsters becoming extra sluggish and lethargic when chilled, being especially prone to coming down with something during the winter months. A somewhat villainous or antagonistic naga lying alone freezing in their lair, silently wishing they hadn’t let their pride get the best of them and pushed away their caring, and most importantly warm human henchmen.

#snz #monstersnz #snzario #i really need to got to sleep but I have snake man brain rot #I also wanna work on fics soon but I need to work of the courage first #I might do something with this nameless naga guy #snz kink

[swerveintoshame]

Fall/out ghoul sickfic/snz headcanons.

No spoilers for the games or the show, this isn’t about any ghoul in particular.

Mess warning. Ghouls are a little gory and gross by nature and have skeleton/hole noses. Read at your discretion.

- The lack of a nose definitely makes them more sensitive overall, to literally everything. Dust, pollen, fur, strong scents, spices etc.

- Having no nose also causes their sneezes to be particularly violent, messy, and hard to stifle. Producing a massive amount of spray if they don’t manage to cover.

- It also makes having a runny nose absolute hell. Constantly having to sniffle, frequently dabbing at their already raw and sensitive nasal area with a cloth, and waking up with mess running down their faces.

- Because of that, a lot of ghouls carry something to use as a handkerchief. Though I’d imagine with the amount of dust and debris in the wasteland air, needing to blow your nose a lot is something everyone would have to deal with, but ghouls especially have it rough.

- Getting some sort of irritant lodged in there isn’t a rare occurrence. Dealing with something stuck in their nose all day, having to endure the constant tickling sensation until it finally triggers a fit.

- Though ghoulifacation may have given their immune system a huge boost and made them immune to most of the viruses that affect humans, they have their own set of infectious diseases and can very much still get sick.

- Feral ghouls are drawn to heat, so I feel like it’s not out of the box to say that ghouls have some sort of temperature regulation issue or are just sensitive to the cold. Their immune systems take a hit during the chillier months, with colds and “ghoul flu” spreading around settlements.

- A lot of ghouls already suffer from chronic aches and joint pain, but it gets amplified when they’re sick, becoming a constant sensation that’s impossible to ignore, the only real sliver of relief being heat and a soft place to rest.

- They’re particularly prone to sinus infections, a minor cold could easily develop into something much worse if they don’t take care of themselves, or just unlucky.

#snz #snzario #monstersnz #mess tw #mess #I’m sorry if this sucks but I NEEDED to talk abt ghouls #the show reignited my five year long obsession and made me start a new playthrough of 4

[livayl]

I keep thinking about a monster regularly setting themselves off with their own fur. Specifically my beautiful white deer centaur with that adorably sensitive nose. Whenever he changes his coat and shakes himself thoroughly it´s a disaster: There´s a whole cloud of fine, white hairs wafting into all directions.They have an almost feathery quality to them and a tendency to stick on fabrics or skin... And whenever he is unfortunate enough to breathe some in it is an instant, almost unbearable tickle. These feathery, wispy hairs cling to his swollen sinuses so badly. And it takes a lot of effort to sneeze them all out...

#things I think of #my oc #Lillandlian #monstersnz #centaur

[livayl]

Tusks and Training

Aka- the promised bad-ass-Orc-warrior-woman-sneeze fic. xD You might know Azra from her previous story: https://livayl.tumblr.com/post/189575537427/tusks-and-comfort But you don´t need to read or know anything else to have fun with this one. :)

It starts out with a (hopefully gripping) fight that melts into an unexpectedly close combat. Which gets even more intimate when Arza feels irritated by the dust she´s covered in. No injuries or real harm done to anybody but a mention of blood. Also they´re a little rough because Orcs. Please only re-blog to other sneeze kink blogs, thank you! <3

The dry air smelled of  fights, dust and sweat. Heavily underlined with the ever present scent of slick weapon oil and this distinct metallic odor of thoroughly forged weapons one could almost taste. All distilled under the cruel, burning blaze of midday sun which honed the orcish warriors even further. It was a blood boiling, temper rousing blend and Azra loved every single nuance of it. Reddish clouds of powder wafted through the flickering summer air. Stirred from the auburn colored sand that was only a fleeting carpet to the bone breaking floor of the vast arena. Plumes of dust wafted upwards by fluent motions and blistering winds. They richly stuck to every inch of exposed, sweaty skin and coated ones lungs with every inhale.                                                                     Though slightly rusty in shade by nature it´s color had deepened richly with spilled blood and broken dreams over the years. Decades that had added a lingering, potent iron perfume deeply associated with battle, triumph and painful disappointment.

Azra fluently dodged a sharp, vicious swing of her opponents ax and met it with her own only a heartbeat later. The ringing clash of steel split the air as both Orcs forcefully leaned into the motion before parting to resume their hazardous dance once more. Despite her supreme height and muscle mass Azra was known to be swift and deadly on her feet. But so was her adversary.   The two orcish soldiers stalked each other with predatory agility, clashing and parting in a rhythm so refined it was as beautiful as it could be deathly.   As a sudden gust of parching wind swept up a new billow of concealing, sense numbing sand Azra took her chance to dive beneath an already low aimed blow. She managed to quickly kick her opponents legs aside with enough force to make the massive Orc stagger and than roughly tackled him towards the floor. She held him down with her whole body as her own ax came to rest right at his throat: The sharp, slightly curved blade did cut in just enough to draw a fine cut. A slowly withering stream of crimson trickled down his grayish, strongly muscled neck and spilled over the mirroring edge. Red beads glistered on the dangerously grounded weapon that had come to a steady rest despite Azras panting breath.

The attack had happened swift and with apparent ease but the female warriors body language spoke of an ongoing stress that had now lasted for several hard hours. Her muscle cords were clearly visible and strained under a gleaming layer of sweat.                                                                                                                     More than a few droplets were running over the rugged, scarred and firm landscape that was her body. They sprinkled the sand and left countless round, fast vanishing dots that accompanied the fewer blossoming red ones. Her luscious mass of hair had come loose and now cascaded down- enveloping both fighters in it´s dark shroud.   "You give up?" She asked. Her voice as well as her expression stayed eerily emotionless and blank. Steady and adamant as her grip.   Still tightly trapped in her oppressive grasp the other Orc could feel her weight as well as every shallow gasp for air stroking his heated skin. Scattered, salty beads of sweat that had first trickled over her body now dabbled his own. Her rival swallowed forcefully against the blade. A motion that made his adam´s apple bounce and forced the narrow cut open a bit more. The gash felt seething hot in contrast to the cool ax.

Just about to yield he stopped as he noticed a subtle change in Azras facial features. He was trapped underneath the other warrior with her face hovering right above his own and had a perfect view: Her nostrils, which had formerly merely pulsated in rhythm with her steadying breath, now started to crinkle open a lot further. They widened and flared backwards irritatingly- exposing her septum and it´s many glittering adornments.  The layered, fine argent rings shook slightly as her nose crinkled with a wet sniff. He could see the swollen and damp inner membranes of each nostril with every opening motion. Azras thick brows had drawn together deeply. A movement akin to frustration or anger that in truth must have been an answer to a fierce, unpleasant stimulation. He watched as her former piercing gaze slowly lost it´s edge while her black lashes started to flutter erratically. Against her will Azras mouth trembled slightly. Her upper lip curled back in a snarl that exposed a sharp row of fangs in addition to the already present tusks. That unusual display left the fierce warrior open and more vulnerable than the other had ever been privileged to witness. Now her breath started to quaver and deepen in an irregular pattern. Gasping deeply again for another reason than exhaustion. Stray wisps of hair danced around her chiseled and now grimaced face with each increasingly helpless hitch. He felt each breath stroking and tickling his skin as her leather clad chest began to rise and fall with irregular rhythm as well. Ready to be overcome by an urge entirely unfit for a fight. In truth the whole build up had probably happened very fast. Yet to him every subtle and then obviously growing sign of irritation had been a precious first and thus seemingly extended and stretched time.

Both Orcs startled out of their shared stupor at the final, deep and voiced gasp that crested in a sudden and rushed sneeze: "hhHH- HUHR-EIZSSSCH-ue!" Azra had tried to angle her head to the side but with their close contact it was impossible to spare him a rather different kind of baptism. He felt the fine mist coating his shoulder, neck and left cheek as well as the newly mounting urge to sneeze that made her body go rigid with anticipation. The defeated warrior watched as Azras head titled back and her neck strained with another enormous inhale. He managed to get a last glimpse into teary red eyes before they tightly closed. The sneeze trembled at the cusps of release a moment longer, trapped her face in a longing grimace. Then it caused her head to snap aside in a motion similar to a whiplash with a harsh sounding, almost growled sound: "HUHR-ERRSSCH-hah!" Again accompanied by a fine yet clearly visible cloud of spray and a full bodied shudder. Her hand had held his shoulder in an adamant grip before and now clenched deeply into him with barely suppressed force. He felt her claws pierce his flesh.  

These small discomforts aside- the conquered warrior could not remember a recent time where he had been equally thankful for years of hard training and discipline. Despite being almost completely distracted and undone by that sudden tickle: Azras weapon, still deadly nestled against his throat, hadn't even flinched while the rest of her body shook. It still pressed on firm as she recovered with some much needed sniffs. Then he felt the sharp edged pressure lift at once. "Ugh.... Fuck. I´m sorry." She mumbled and fluently moved back to first melt into a crouch and then rub at her still deeply blushed, slightly runny nose. He could see Azras many piercings move and wiggle with the massaging motion that was accompanied by clearly audible sounds of wetness. "Gesundheit. I assume the "sorry" is for nearly cutting open my throat?" He grumbled while sitting up- much less graceful but not really angry. Undeniably achy? Maybe. "No. For sneezing on your face." Azra replied. Fully standing, almost towering above him now. He could see her squint and twitch with leftover irritation as she extended a calloused hand to help him up. His likewise rough, sweat slick skin met hers as she lifted him to an upright position as well. Again, the intimate and close contact lingered for longer than needed.

"Those are some strange priorities you've got there." He countered with a wry grin that exposed his own impressive set of teeth and painted friendly wrinkles around is dark blue eyes. "Nooh- hhh- not really. Beheading is a common thing in fights and should be expected. Sneezing- iihhh-" She broke off and slightly turned to one side. He could see her profile beginning to contort with a beginning sneeze. Felt her shoulder brush against his own as her breath and grip on his hand tightened. And saw the annoyance as it left her with unfulfilled duty. "... Sneezing isn't." Azra finished lamely, voice thick and speech dulled with congestion. She now used both hands to rub over her face and audibly swollen nose. And somehow managed to look cute and absolutely miserable at the same time. "Are you unwell?" He asked, a tad bit worried now. The male Orc had not noticed any lapses or signs of weakness in their prolonged fight but knowing the other that did not mean much. "Nu-huuh-...." Her breath hitched behind protectively raised hands and teased her palms with stuttering flutters."No... Ugh... Just itchy... Hhh-hold on-" Azra then explained before turning away from him completely. He watched as her shoulders first tensed than rose and fell with another series of fruitless hitches that ended in a deeply vibrating, angry growl. It was strangely exciting and endearing to witness her in such an uncommonly soft, control-less state.

Both had now completely forgotten about their fierce training and weapons bedded to rest in the grinding sand. Utterly distracted albeit for slightly different reasons. He gently stroked sweat damp waves of midnight colored hair aside and kissed the soft parts of her shaved nape. "Let´s go and wash that grime off." His lips mumbled against her skin- words more hummed than spoken. It made her shiver with pleasure as tingling goosebumps blossomed all over her back. She felt his fangs and protruding tusks lightly scratch her and would have enjoyed the soft tease if not for the much more demanding one buzzing inside her sinuses. Azras mouth turned into a feral snarl with both rising need and kindled annoyance. "Fuuh--fucking shit!" She cussed as the growing prickle spread once more and forced tears into her eyes. It lingered for a few heartbeats, right on the verge of tripping from "almost" to "finally enough" only to draw back again- displaced by the surprisingly smooth lips against her neck. "Hold on!" Azra almost snapped, more sincerely and completely in command this time. "Sorry- I can´t focus on both. Wa-hhheh-haaiit a moment." She then added, speech already discordant but not unkind sounding. Arza halfway turned around and felt almost disappointed at the retreat of fondling and advance of... That cursed...Feeling...Right there.... Just a bit more... He watched as her body shook in silent, gasping struggle and felt something not unlike curiosity. Even anticipation as she used an outstretched claw and hooked it in one of her septum rings. And definitely shock while witnessing her yanking said jewelry down almost brutally. The harsh trigger caused an exploding stimulation, a mixture of exquisite tease and stinging pain. Azras eyes squeezed shut under desperately knitted brows right after while her mouth and nose opened for a deep inhale. She felt a building pressure rising through her lungs, straining her chest. Finally enough to fuel the much needed, throat scraping sneezes: "Huuuhr-RRRSSCHooh!- HAH-ERSSSCHH-ue!- HUH-EIZSSCHhah!" The finally released force had bent her almost in half while making her stumble slightly. Clearly audible throughout the whole arena, the rushed sneezes left both eyes and nose damp and her head finally cleared. Albeit more than a bit dizzy. She absent minded rubbed the space between her breast where a not uncomfortable pang still echoed the previous outbursts.  

"Huh.... Finally..." Azras almost moaned relieve was accompanied by a good humored chuckle and rewarded with a hard, passionate kiss. Now she would have much more attention left to revel in her victory as well as in the surely following and very eagerly presented prize.

#my fic #my oc #Azra #Orc #female #monstersnz #sneeze #sneezing #dust #I had a lot of fun writing this #hope you´ll like it! :) #formatting was mean again- hope that doesn´t show x.X

[livayl]

To find pleasure in the small things

This is with my Satyr-like OC Zephyr and just a light, very self-indulgent story to get to know him and his preferences when it comes to sneezing. And to that I have a little warning because he has the kink and explores it on himself. While there are no descriptive sexual contents it has an undertone + contains self inducing and finding pleasure/excitement in it. Hence the title :P 

Hope you enjoy & please only reblog this to other snz-kink blogs, thank you :)

Zephyrs delicately bronzed, long fingers gently combed his still damp hair as a quiet, pleasant moan escaped his slightly parted lips. The Satyr was enjoying the subtle massage that sent tingles all over his scalp, racing and shivering down his spine as well. The thick and silky, jade colored wisps were still dew wetted, glistening with hundreds of opalescent droplets. Some strands were interlaced with his brunet, lightly curved horns. Not yet dry enough to form the soft waves that typically swirled around his elegantly sculptured face.

Zephyr leaned forward, closer to the dormant lake. Tender moss and young grass blades caressed his skin and ruffled his chocolate colored fur. His amber tinted, golden hued eyes met their reflection in the cyan painted water- the Satyr thought that both colors were matching his fine brilliant chains and gemstone jewelry perfectly. Zephyrs full, long lashes slightly fluttered as one of his turquoise painted claws traced the fragile chain attached to the blooming gem flower that pierced his nostril and blossomed on the outside. The slight tug had evoked a new tingling sensation that pulsed through his whole body and his left nostril responded with wavering irritably.   White, faintly pointed teeth bit into his lower lip, caused it to blush not unlike his vexed nose.

His other hand slowly disentangled from his mass of hair, now attracted by a new source of excitement. Zephyr watched heavy lidded as his likeness used a sharp nail to playfully trace his straight, sharp nose bridge all the way down to the slightly rounded, soft tip. He shivered as both nostrils responded with bilateral flaring and observed them expanding widely backwards, exposing his vulnerable septum. A long, outstretched finger made the delicate chain jingle and sent tickling sparks on a sprint up his sinuses. Zephyrs reflection became blurred as his gaze was cloaked by irritated tears, lashes heavy with fluid and passion.  

The Satyrs lush lips had opened- breath quickened to a tense, eager pace as his fingertip continued plucking the golden adornment like a harps string. Each sway made his nose tingle irresistibly and awakened a quickly rising need deep inside. 

Unable to revel in his reflection any longer because the growing sensation forced his eyes shut Zephyr concentrated solely upon the rapidly approaching climax.

His sinewy torso expanded, flexed with deepening inhales and his head titled back, exposing his slender and drip dappled neck. It felt so close for the teasing feeling to reach its peak. Around him the rhythmic breathing made leaves dance and rustle in the treetops.

Both hands fanned out on his chest, right above his lungs, the Satyr could feel the sensation build through another hitching inhale. It made his hair sway in its rising breeze, a building crescendo that aimed right for the much longed release:

"hah-heh- HAH-ERRSCH-iiuuh!- HAH-IZSSCHH-iuh!- hheh- ah- Hadt-EISSCHIOO!"

The final result had been a harsh trio that, despite vibrating pleasantly under his palms, had also caused an achy echo and unleashed power that had thrown his lithe figure out of balance.

As his upper body toppled forward with the unexpected force Zephyr had been unable to witness the fine droplets carried by a strong gust of wind that had woken and stirred the former glassy lakes surface. The sudden outbursts caused it to ripple into unsettled waves crowned by freshly detached leaves and petals. So close he could already smell their sweet fragrance as the momentum had caused his face to almost touch the cool water.

The Satyr watched his reflection slowly calming. Loose verdant curls contrasted an unusually flushed complexion. His gleaming eyes became focused and more awake with every blink. He softly wiped away a stray tear arisen from irritation that had caressed his cheek. 

Zephyr observed with silent amazement how his nose still responded sensitively, crinkling and quavering to every deeper inhale that wafted in the spring perfumed air.

Not unlike the shaky aftershock vibrating through the rest of his body in gleeful remembrance of the preceding actions.

He felt tempted to again trace the underside of his septum and rims of the slightly pulsating nostrils as a big, newly broken branch drifted his way.

Maybe... That had been enough teasing for now.

#my fic #my oc #Zephyr #satyr #sneezing #sneeze #self-inducing #male #snzfic #inducing with jewelry #monstersnz #he´s a vain little monster #with a snz that´s a little destructive