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Sorry if this is too forward but I think you have the sexiest energy about you. I feel like you'd be great in bed

Wow, that is not too forward and is also really nice to say, damn, I did not think I had sexy energy but I’m gonna try to bring whatever vibe I have on tumblr over to real life lmao

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Just thinking about dialogue snippets where a character teases a Giant!Sneezer about their condition or berates/humiliates them for having sneezes that are just TOO huge and dramatic. Like:

"Ugh, your buildup is way too exaggerated, why can't you just go outside and blow down some trees like a normal person. No need to cause a windstorm and warn the entire neighbour every time you feel a little tickle!"

"No. We might both have huge, maybe even Gigantic, sneezes. but there's a difference between a nice, big, well controlled sneeze like mine and your freak of nature explosions that could leave a demolition company out of job.

Some people may say "there's no such a thing as too big when it comes to sneezes" but you'd send them flying if they ever decided to watch one of yours. "

"Jeez, watch where you aim that nose of yours! I know having truly big sneezes is difficult, and in your case, holding them back only makes them even bigger,

But if you can't even stop them long enough to find a deserted alleyway, in a few years we might need to live in a deserted island and pray your sneezes don't cause a hurricane in whatever poor country's direction you happen to blow in!"

(Bonus points if the character teasing them for said Giant!sneezes eventually gets a new allergy or a growth spurt that when associated to prideful denial leads to even more catastrophic results than the sneezes they one day judged.)

AHHHHHHH Anon I am so into this I am a little stressed about reading it in public, like especially the second one?? I honestly have A Thing about big sneeze shaming/humiliation and specifically the word “freak” around that like… yeah. It’s pushing some buttons for me. Whew! Honestly it’s hot as a sincere thing but also so hot to me in a BDSM context? Giant sneezer being shamed for how big and dangerous they sneeze and their inability to hold back etc etc

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Been hearing so much more sneezing around me lately, and big ones too. Love that for me.

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…am I the only one who has like 3-5 designated um “get er done” fics/wavs (usually fics for me) that just rotate around on like a six month cycle?

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Literally just “I feel a really big sneeze coming on”

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This 9/-1-1 show is stressful!!! But the newly bi dude is hot.

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I need to write a proper giant!sneeze story but I feel like I’ve forgotten how lol. Image posts are fun but I should try for something more substantive and with a beginning middle and end. Think think think… idk if I should do something more Serious and Dramatic or something more Goofy and Funny. Also inclined to do something with more than one big sneezer, maybe something including a female character with huge sneezes, although that niche is imo always better served than the giant-sneezing dudes (does this particular sub-kink skew male? Much to consider). I’ve had lots of ideas I’ve thought about but I randomly feel like I want a totally new scenario I’ve never thought of before (or as new as it can get while revolving around a few very particular themes lolololol).

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Send me asks or DM me or something, let’s talk about sneezes today! I am going to try to post things, although I don’t really know what.

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Apparently this character is now gay which like triples my interest lmaoooo

Do you watch 911? Because no one fits the description of “big guy with uncontrollable, enormous sneezes” like B/uck.

I do not! I think there is a gay couple on some variation of 911 but that is not the character you are referring to, is it?

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Do y’all want some not actually finished, not-proofread, possibly very wack F/ellow Tr/avelers fic? Well you’re getting it either way cuz I want attention. Will probably revise and possibly extend soon. It doesn’t even have a name, maybe it is just a Drabble that got out of hand but you know what I haven’t read any snzfic for this fandom and that is a crime. Below the cut, violently not-proofread!

“HHHHHEEEEEAAAAASSSSSHHHHHHHhhhhooooooo!!” He announced his presence with a sneeze, a nearly-shouted roar that sputtered out into a quieter, albeit wetter, finish.

“Skippy…!” He called out, faux-anger threaded through his voice. “You’re in trouble now, Skippy!”

Said “Skippy”, also known as Tim Laughlin, peeked his head out of one of the apartment’s bedrooms, chest bare, nostrils pinkened at the rims, face still full of the evidence of the cold he was still getting over—and that Hawkins was just falling into. “Huh, Hawk? Me, in trouble?” Mock-innocence the response to Hawk’s faux-angry call. They both knew this dance, and loved it.

Hawkins was on him suddenly, grabbing the thinner man in his arms and kissing him with intent. “Yeah, big trouble. You heard that sn-sneeze didn’t you?”

“Yeah, me and most of DC, you moose. Last time I heard a noise like that I was at the National Zoo.”

“Me? A moose? You’re just adding to the trouble you’re in, aren’t you?”

“Always do.” Tim said with a smirk, leading Hawkins into the bedroom, where he sat, limbs splayed alluringly. They were silent a moment, just holding each other’s gaze. Until Hawkins’ started to waver, a hand drifting idly up towards his nose. Tim’s smirk widened. “So what am I in trouble for, Mister Fuller?”

“You—snf!—you know what you’re in t-trouble for, you—snf!—y-you dirty little thing you, you gave me your… your hehhhhh… hehHHH…” his broad bare chest leapt with the urge. “your HHEHHHHhhh… gonna…!” The barest flicker of warning, before the inevitable was bouncing off the walls and making the windows rattle in their casements: “AAAEEEEHHHHHRRRSSCHHOOOOOO!” He bellowed. “Damn, sorry about that Skippy… never did figure out how to keep that qui… quiet… here’s a… gotta… notherone…! Huhhh! HUUUUURRRRRSSSCCCHOOOOOO!!!” Tim playfully covered his ears, smiling up at Hawk and sniffing himself.

“Awwww… did big bad Hawkins catch a little cold in his nose?” He teased. “Is that why you’re making all that racket? Just cause of little old me?” They’d been turning the tables more lately, but somehow they always found themselves back in this position: Hawkins towering above his Skippy, Skippy sitting on the bed, looking up at Hawk with at least two contradictory emotions in his eyes. At first, desire and terror. In the bad times, love and hate. In the best times—like now—naked adoration and stubborn defiance. An unwillingness to break and an insistence on being broken. That look stirred the most dangerous parts of Hawkins, in the most delightful ways.

Hawkins drew closer, lifted Tim’s chin, mostly so he could place his big hands near Tim’s neck. “Yeah… you made me sick, you little ball of germs. If you weren’t always sneezing and snotting all over this apartment, maybe I’d still be able to do my very important job.”

Tim rolled his eyes. “Seem to recall you not minding that sn-sneezing and snotting at a-all… speaking of wh… which…” Hawk just smiled. Sometimes it seemed like Tim was allergic to the very word “sneeze.” Between the poor guy’s allergies and a cold in his nose, he was always on the verge of a big, messy sneezing fit.

“Hhhhh… hhhettcchhOOO! Hhhh-hehhhh! EEETTttttt-chhooOOO! Wh-whoa bihhh… big one… hehhhh…. hhettschh… ettscchhooo… hehhshhooo… yyeeeEEttschhooo... Ettssscchhhhh-OOO!” God Tim’s sneezes drove Hawk wild. The little wet, itchy, rapid-fire ones that spilled out on top of each other, as though his nose was so crowded with sneezes he could hardly get one out before the next was fighting to escape; the ones that went all cutesy and high-pitched at the end, almost as though he was surprised his nose tickled so much, the pitch raising at the end like a question. And then there was how intensely itchy he looked, his nose wriggling and alive, like it was trying to escape his face, his whole face scrunching in and then suddenly everything wide open: mouth lolling, eyebrows climbing, nostrils flaring and then…

And then it all started over again. And again. And AGAIN. It made Hawk breathless in a very different way than his own sneezes. It made him hunger, it made him want. It made him hard.

“Look what you did to me.” Hawk said, clutching at his thickened endowment, the bulge visible through his slacks. Tim sniffed, eyes still misty, nose clearly note done with him. But he couldn’t help but notice that. “That’s what you’ve been doing to me all day. Making me sneeze, with your cold in my nose. Making me think about you sneezing, losing control, falling apart for me, so pretty.” He was getting greedy now, pawing at Tim, squeezing his ass, kissing at his neck. “Could barely get through work, you want them to find out I’m a double fuckin’ pervert?”

They each froze a moment, their still-precarious positions and the memory of the time when they were more precarious still a nearly-open wound. But then Tim sneezed again, soft and pliant: “hhcchhssss…. huh… hittscchh!” And Hawk’s eyes were on nothing but Skippy.

“Bless you,” he said, soft and dangerous and hungry and adoring.

And then slacks were coming off, mouth on mouth, mouth on neck, hands everywhere, fingers and spit right where they needed to be, and then Hawk was behind Skippy on the bed, pressing into him, his weight on Skippy’s back, his hard length pressing against Skippy’s ass.

“You still gotta…?” Hawk asked.

“All the t-time, Hhahhhh… Hawk…”

“Can you… while you ride me?”

“Isn’t that how you caught my cold in the first place?”

“Don’t care. Need it. All over me, please, Skippy.”

“Need it?” Skippy asked, turning around to look at Hawk.

“Need it.”

“So what are you gonna do for your boy? When he gives you what you need? Are you gonna give me what I need?”

“Anything.”

“Don’t throw that word around Hawkins, you don’t mean it.”

“No fair, Skippy.”

“Life’s not fair, H-hahhh… hahhhhhh…” Tim’s nose chose that moment to act up, but despite his body’s betrayal (his body’s endless betrayals, when it came to Hawk), Tim hadn’t given up the implicitly negotiated upper hand. He put a finger under his nose, pressed hard. “You w-want me to l-let this loose, don’t you?”

Hawk nodded, and suddenly looked so much like a puppy that Tim almost dissolved into giggles.

“A-ahhh… all o-over you, yeah?”

Another nod.

“Stay with me tonight. Let me—snf!—take care of you.”

Another nod.

Tim barely managed a quick “ohthankgod” before the floodgates opened.

“ettscchhh! yyetttschh! hetchhhh! ettcchhhhhh! Huhhhh… eeYYettschhOOO! Heyyyy-SHOOOO! huhhh… eeeeYYESHH-OOOO! Ah!” They started fast and furious, grew luxurious and free and messy as the lingering cold sneezes in Tim’s nose took over. He ended on a sharp exhale, as he sank onto Hawk. It had taken some practice, learning to take dick in the middle of a sneezing fit. But Tim was a very, very fast learner. And seeing Hawk like this. Spread out under him, wrecked and open, more even than he was when Tim was inside of him, Hawk’s pupils blown wide, nothing else in his mind but Skippy, Skippy, Skippy, Skippy’s nose, Skippy’s ass, Skippy’s chest, Skippy’s wet eyes, closing… closing again as his head tipped back and…

“eeYYYYYEETTSSCCHH-OOO! Oh! Shit, bless me.” Tim murmured. It was easy, now that Hawk was inside him. He barely made any effort to move, knowing too much would send Hawk over the edge early. No, he just let his body have free reign. His sneezes always tended to make him double over or bend at the waist, he just gave them a little more free reign to move his body.

Hawk keened beneath him. “Fuck, fuck, big one Skippy, fuck…”

Tim managed to snark around the urge: “is that a rehhhh… requeahhh… AAAAHHTTSCCHHOOOOOOO!!” Tim sure acted like it was, his voice falling fully into the sneeze in a way it rarely did. Hardly a duplicate of Hawk’s beastly roars, but definitely on the loud side for Tim, tearing out of his throat like Hawk’s desire was a physical thing, had reached in and ripped it out of him. It was often like that for Tim, as though the sheer force of Hawk’s wanting made Tim’s body capable of things it had no ability to do before.

“Shit, Skip, I’m not gonna last…”

“Shhhhh… d-don’t… don’t… aapppsshHHHH! Hahhh… ppllleesshhhhh!! EeeYYYYYeesscchhhhOOO!” The sneezes weren’t stopping, and they were only getting wetter, the bursts of spray on Hawk’s torso no sooner cooled than Tim replaced them with another.

Tim recovered with a firm sniff, in control enough to say, “don’t worry, we’ve got a while.”

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Do y’all want some not actually finished, not-proofread, possibly very wack F/ellow Tr/avelers fic? Well you’re getting it either way cuz I want attention. Will probably revise and possibly extend soon. It doesn’t even have a name, maybe it is just a Drabble that got out of hand but you know what I haven’t read any snzfic for this fandom and that is a crime. Below the cut, violently not-proofread!

“HHHHHEEEEEAAAAASSSSSHHHHHHHhhhhooooooo!!” He announced his presence with a sneeze, a nearly-shouted roar that sputtered out into a quieter, albeit wetter, finish.

“Skippy…!” He called out, faux-anger threaded through his voice. “You’re in trouble now, Skippy!”

Said “Skippy”, also known as Tim Laughlin, peeked his head out of one of the apartment’s bedrooms, chest bare, nostrils pinkened at the rims, face still full of the evidence of the cold he was still getting over—and that Hawkins was just falling into. “Huh, Hawk? Me, in trouble?” Mock-innocence the response to Hawk’s faux-angry call. They both knew this dance, and loved it.

Hawkins was on him suddenly, grabbing the thinner man in his arms and kissing him with intent. “Yeah, big trouble. You heard that sn-sneeze didn’t you?”

“Yeah, me and most of DC, you moose. Last time I heard a noise like that I was at the National Zoo.”

“Me? A moose? You’re just adding to the trouble you’re in, aren’t you?”

“Always do.” Tim said with a smirk, leading Hawkins into the bedroom, where he sat, limbs splayed alluringly. They were silent a moment, just holding each other’s gaze. Until Hawkins’ started to waver, a hand drifting idly up towards his nose. Tim’s smirk widened. “So what am I in trouble for, Mister Fuller?”

“You—snf!—you know what you’re in t-trouble for, you—snf!—y-you dirty little thing you, you gave me your… your hehhhhh… hehHHH…” his broad bare chest leapt with the urge. “your HHEHHHHhhh… gonna…!” The barest flicker of warning, before the inevitable was bouncing off the walls and making the windows rattle in their casements: “AAAEEEEHHHHHRRRSSCHHOOOOOO!” He bellowed. “Damn, sorry about that Skippy… never did figure out how to keep that qui… quiet… here’s a… gotta… notherone…! Huhhh! HUUUUURRRRRSSSCCCHOOOOOO!!!” Tim playfully covered his ears, smiling up at Hawk and sniffing himself.

“Awwww… did big bad Hawkins catch a little cold in his nose?” He teased. “Is that why you’re making all that racket? Just cause of little old me?” They’d been turning the tables more lately, but somehow they always found themselves back in this position: Hawkins towering above his Skippy, Skippy sitting on the bed, looking up at Hawk with at least two contradictory emotions in his eyes. At first, desire and terror. In the bad times, love and hate. In the best times—like now—naked adoration and stubborn defiance. An unwillingness to break and an insistence on being broken. That look stirred the most dangerous parts of Hawkins, in the most delightful ways.

Hawkins drew closer, lifted Tim’s chin, mostly so he could place his big hands near Tim’s neck. “Yeah… you made me sick, you little ball of germs. If you weren’t always sneezing and snotting all over this apartment, maybe I’d still be able to do my very important job.”

Tim rolled his eyes. “Seem to recall you not minding that sn-sneezing and snotting at a-all… speaking of wh… which…” Hawk just smiled. Sometimes it seemed like Tim was allergic to the very word “sneeze.” Between the poor guy’s allergies and a cold in his nose, he was always on the verge of a big, messy sneezing fit.

“Hhhhh… hhhettcchhOOO! Hhhh-hehhhh! EEETTttttt-chhooOOO! Wh-whoa bihhh… big one… hehhhh…. hhettschh… ettscchhooo… hehhshhooo… yyeeeEEttschhooo... Ettssscchhhhh-OOO!” God Tim’s sneezes drove Hawk wild. The little wet, itchy, rapid-fire ones that spilled out on top of each other, as though his nose was so crowded with sneezes he could hardly get one out before the next was fighting to escape; the ones that went all cutesy and high-pitched at the end, almost as though he was surprised his nose tickled so much, the pitch raising at the end like a question. And then there was how intensely itchy he looked, his nose wriggling and alive, like it was trying to escape his face, his whole face scrunching in and then suddenly everything wide open: mouth lolling, eyebrows climbing, nostrils flaring and then…

And then it all started over again. And again. And AGAIN. It made Hawk breathless in a very different way than his own sneezes. It made him hunger, it made him want. It made him hard.

“Look what you did to me.” Hawk said, clutching at his thickened endowment, the bulge visible through his slacks. Tim sniffed, eyes still misty, nose clearly note done with him. But he couldn’t help but notice that. “That’s what you’ve been doing to me all day. Making me sneeze, with your cold in my nose. Making me think about you sneezing, losing control, falling apart for me, so pretty.” He was getting greedy now, pawing at Tim, squeezing his ass, kissing at his neck. “Could barely get through work, you want them to find out I’m a double fuckin’ pervert?”

They each froze a moment, their still-precarious positions and the memory of the time when they were more precarious still a nearly-open wound. But then Tim sneezed again, soft and pliant: “hhcchhssss…. huh… hittscchh!” And Hawk’s eyes were on nothing but Skippy.

“Bless you,” he said, soft and dangerous and hungry and adoring.

And then slacks were coming off, mouth on mouth, mouth on neck, hands everywhere, fingers and spit right where they needed to be, and then Hawk was behind Skippy on the bed, pressing into him, his weight on Skippy’s back, his hard length pressing against Skippy’s ass.

“You still gotta…?” Hawk asked.

“All the t-time, Hhahhhh… Hawk…”

“Can you… while you ride me?”

“Isn’t that how you caught my cold in the first place?”

“Don’t care. Need it. All over me, please, Skippy.”

“Need it?” Skippy asked, turning around to look at Hawk.

“Need it.”

“So what are you gonna do for your boy? When he gives you what you need? Are you gonna give me what I need?”

“Anything.”

“Don’t throw that word around Hawkins, you don’t mean it.”

“No fair, Skippy.”

“Life’s not fair, H-hahhh… hahhhhhh…” Tim’s nose chose that moment to act up, but despite his body’s betrayal (his body’s endless betrayals, when it came to Hawk), Tim hadn’t given up the implicitly negotiated upper hand. He put a finger under his nose, pressed hard. “You w-want me to l-let this loose, don’t you?”

Hawk nodded, and suddenly looked so much like a puppy that Tim almost dissolved into giggles.

“A-ahhh… all o-over you, yeah?”

Another nod.

“Stay with me tonight. Let me—snf!—take care of you.”

Another nod.

Tim barely managed a quick “ohthankgod” before the floodgates opened.

“ettscchhh! yyetttschh! hetchhhh! ettcchhhhhh! Huhhhh… eeYYettschhOOO! Heyyyy-SHOOOO! huhhh… eeeeYYESHH-OOOO! Ah!” They started fast and furious, grew luxurious and free and messy as the lingering cold sneezes in Tim’s nose took over. He ended on a sharp exhale, as he sank onto Hawk. It had taken some practice, learning to take dick in the middle of a sneezing fit. But Tim was a very, very fast learner. And seeing Hawk like this. Spread out under him, wrecked and open, more even than he was when Tim was inside of him, Hawk’s pupils blown wide, nothing else in his mind but Skippy, Skippy, Skippy, Skippy’s nose, Skippy’s ass, Skippy’s chest, Skippy’s wet eyes, closing… closing again as his head tipped back and…

“eeYYYYYEETTSSCCHH-OOO! Oh! Shit, bless me.” Tim murmured. It was easy, now that Hawk was inside him. He barely made any effort to move, knowing too much would send Hawk over the edge early. No, he just let his body have free reign. His sneezes always tended to make him double over or bend at the waist, he just gave them a little more free reign to move his body.

Hawk keened beneath him. “Fuck, fuck, big one Skippy, fuck…”

Tim managed to snark around the urge: “is that a rehhhh… requeahhh… AAAAHHTTSCCHHOOOOOOO!!” Tim sure acted like it was, his voice falling fully into the sneeze in a way it rarely did. Hardly a duplicate of Hawk’s beastly roars, but definitely on the loud side for Tim, tearing out of his throat like Hawk’s desire was a physical thing, had reached in and ripped it out of him. It was often like that for Tim, as though the sheer force of Hawk’s wanting made Tim’s body capable of things it had no ability to do before.

“Shit, Skip, I’m not gonna last…”

“Shhhhh… d-don’t… don’t… aapppsshHHHH! Hahhh… ppllleesshhhhh!! EeeYYYYYeesscchhhhOOO!” The sneezes weren’t stopping, and they were only getting wetter, the bursts of spray on Hawk’s torso no sooner cooled than Tim replaced them with another.

Tim recovered with a firm sniff, in control enough to say, “don’t worry, we’ve got a while.”

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lol, somebody dug up my old Drea/m D/addy fic from the blue forum. I had a whole plan for a series of fics based on that game. I feel like I’ve lost the rhythm and the writing style for them, but it’s still a really fun setting. Did I ever share my very loose outline for that here? I only did the Damien 1 and Mat 1. I REALLY want to do the Brian and Hugo ones, but does anybody still care about D/ream Dad/dy? Is it still something worth writing about? At first I thought I would need to totally replay the games but I think honestly I could just re-read my own fics and brush up a little on the dialogue of the other dads. I think. Add it to the long long list of things I have to write…

Damien 1: Cary is allergic to Damien’s garden

Damien 2: Damien gives Cary snuff (Damien is a fetishist)

Mat 1: Cary sneezes Jonathan Jones and the Speakeasy Choir off the stage.

Mat 2: Mat has a cold, sneezes loud (he sneezes quiet otherwise)

Brian 1: Dad Sneeze competition. Obviously.

Brian 2: Brian and Cary are both sick with the VERY INTENSE MAN FLU, trying very poorly to take care of each other.

Joseph 1: Joseph’s Church Sneezes (dutiful, restrained)

Joseph 2: Joseph’s Boat Sneezes (Full On Dad Sneeze of Thunder)

Hugo 1: Him and Cary reading together silently, Cary tries to hold back a sneeze, but Hugo sneezes massively.

Hugo 2: ????

Craig 1: Craig used to sneeze loud as a rocket back in their college days but he’s become more restrained. Still forceful, powerful, but nevertheless restrained, almost dutiful. Can’t jostle the baby.

Robert 1: ????

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Giant!sneeze dialogue:

“If you don’t get that dog out of here, I’m gonna blow you both to the other side of town!”

“Pepper? You decided to shake pepper all over this? Do you not get how big my sneezes are? You put half the restaurant in danger!”

“Cmon, you can’t wear cologne around me, you just can’t. If I get set off wrong, boom, there goes a wall.”

“You don’t understand, I know other people have big sneezes, but I have BIG sneezes, like really, really big. Trust me, you don’t want to be around when I let loose.”

“Full-out? Oh, I haven’t sneezed without holding back since… I dunno, it’s been years. I’m scared to imagine what a real sneeze from me would be like now. You know it feels like they just get bigger and bigger every year.”

“Bro, I gotta huff and puff and blow some shit down, I’m not even joking, my nose tickles so bad dude, I’m gonna blow…”

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Actually writing some things for once. Hoping to keep that train rolling. Send suggestions? No promises, but maybe it’ll keep me inspired. Also, do y’all have any favorite super-sized sneezing scenarios you’d like to see? Trying to get back into writing another proper giant!sneeze fic, which I haven’t done in a while now, I don’t think, aside from the little image posts.

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1) What makes you sneeze?

I have seasonal allergies, unfortunately they mostly make me more stuffed up than sneezy, but usually I’ll have to sneeze four or five times in the morning not too long after getting up. And then I’ll sneeze a few times throughout the day. I think I’m also allergic to dust, though I don’t know that for sure. Eating spicy food often makes me sneeze. I don’t sneeze too too much with a cold, but a decent amount. And of course I can always make myself sneeze with chhinkni or the good old fashioned tissue method.

2) How often do you sneeze?

I’m pretty sure I sneeze at least once every day. Like I said, often I’ll have a somewhat-spaced-out fit in the morning, then sometimes again while eating spicy food (which I do all the time). I’d say outside of allergy season I probably sneeze five times in an average day; during allergy season probably ten to twelve over the course of the day, sometimes fewer, on rare occasions many more.

5) Do you have a sneezing pattern?

It’s rare for me to sneeze just once. Sometimes I’ll just sneeze over and over, spaced out a decent amount, until I can blow my nose. Other times two or three is enough to clear the irritation.

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Ask me these! (Although a lot of it is obvious…)

15 Sneeze Asks🤧

1. What things make you sneeze? (can be allergies, inducers that work, illness, etc.)

2. How often do you sneeze?

3. How often do you blow your nose?

4. Do you like to induce yourself? If so, how often do you do so?

5. Do you have a sneezing pattern? (ex. you always sneeze 3 times)

6. What makes you sneeze more, colds, allergies, or inducing?

7. If someone gets off to your content, would you wanna know?

8. Are you open to people requesting content?

9. Are you interested in sneeze roleplaying?

10. Do you prefer sneeze fics or sneeze wavs?

11. Do you prefer masculine or feminine sneezes?

12. What is your favorite kind of sneeze? (harsh, wet, stifled, kittenish, etc.)

13. How much mess is too much mess?

14. Where’s the best place to be sneezed on?

15. Do you have any other kinks?