#and a bit of snz

[selene-and-the-cold]

So, my incredible binge journey of OF/MD is over and I consider myself officially obsessed and hereby offer my first humble contribution to what is the very soft and very squee-worthy OF/MD snz-fic community.

This is really just a drabble and a first attempt of mine to get into the swing of things. Haven't done ANY fanfic writing in ages and never for these guys, so don't known if I matched the tone, but I humbly offer a short snipped of shy and awkward Ed and Stede cuddles blatantly inspired by that pillow-fort scene, but re-imagined into something soft, not the heartbreak-hell it is in the series.

Mostly awkwardness and fluff with a bit of snz.

There was a knock on the cabin door, but Ed chose to ignore it.

Another knock

“Go away!” Edward yelled. To his dismay, it sounded rather whiny. Thank God Izzy hadn't heard.

Silence.

Then the soft turn of the doorknob. For fuck's sake, why would anyone care to knock in the first place if they just decided to barge in anyway?!

“Ed?” Stede's voice drifted into the room. Soft and tentative. “Where... where are you?”

Stede stood in the room, looking about. Edward was no where to be found, neither at the desk, nor in bed or on the couch.

“I'b here... in the blanket fortress...”

“The..?” Following the lead of Edward's voice, Stede looked around to find a construct of throws and pillows behind a curtain to his library. He smiled, then pushed the curtain aside.

“Blue pillow's the entrance door... snfff” Edward hated how pathetic his voice sounded and he would have killed anyone who'd dare to intrude into his private affairs like this. Except Stede. It was kind of Stede's thing to intrude into his affairs and Ed had come to accept it. Come to like it even.

The blue pillow was moved away with a soft whoosh that revealed Stede's face and blond locks. His coiffure was adorably tousled and askew.

“May I come in?”

Ed shrugged. “Why ndot... if you like...”

“Of course I would!,” Stede enthused, his trademark-boyish grin lighting up his face.

Stede struggled to get in, trying it feet first, then thinking better of it and crawling in on his belly, head first, carefully dragging his feet in after himself until he was awkwardly half-lying, half-crouching next to Ed.

Edward himself was resting on a nest of pillows and throws. Upon closer inspection, Stede also spotted one of his silken banyans in the mix. The one with the floral pattern that suited Ed so well.

“It's nice in here.. Comfortable, solid pillow fort...,” Stede commented, looking around with an appreciative gaze, his face doused in the flickering light of the candle.

“... and umm.. may I ask why you built this, Edward?”

Ed gave a soupy sniffle that sounded incredibly wet and thick.

“Dunno... just.. felt like I ndeeded some space for mby-... hehhh... snnnf... mbyself.”

Firm knuckles hastily came up to squash a quivering nose. Now that Stede got a closer look, he saw the shadows that haunted Edward's face, clouding the fire in his eyes to a dull, blary gaze.

“I like it. It's like your own private cave aboard the ship. A true pirate's cave.” Another appreciative nod from Stede before an uncomfortably long pause set in, filled with Ed's involuntary sniffles and Stede's unspoken thoughts.

“We umm... we missed you at dinner,” Stede finally said, shooting Edward a meaningful glance. “You know, the crew and I....”

“Wasn't hungry.” Another deep sniffle, then the rustling of fabric as Edward pulled the blanket tighter around himself, avoiding Stede's gaze.

“Mmhmm... I see. And does this sudden loss of appetite perhaps have something to do with that raging storm we encountered a few days ago. You know, the one where you got drenched to the very bone.”

Stede had noticed that Edward had become more and more quiet over he past few days. He had even passed on a possible raid and had willingly left most of their co-captain duties to Stede – much to Izzy's dismay.

Then last night, Edward had kept tossing and turning in his sleep, the quiet of the night disturbed by stray, irritated coughs, and a few muffled sneezes. Stede could tell that Edward was unwell, but he seemed reluctant to talk about it.

Ed avoided his gaze, finding a sudden interest in one of the blanket's red tassels.

“Perhaps...”

Stede hummed sympathetically, then brought a hand up to Ed's hair, his fingers gently raking through the soft locks. Edward sighed, then relaxed back into his pillows, eyes closing as Stede's gentle touch travelled from his hair to his cheek, cool fingertips brushing over a feverish blush.

“How about I bring you a cup of tea into your pirate's cave?,” Stede suggested, his legs already shifting in preparation for him to wiggle out of the fort.

Suddenly, he felt the grip of a hand around his wrist, Ed's glassy wide eyes searching his.

“Ndo, don't go. I... I.. Hihh-ESSSHhhU!”

The sneeze shuddered through Ed's entire body, locks of hair falling into his face.

“Bless you, Edward!”

“Sniff... Thank you!” Surprised by his own sudden outburst, Ed snatched back his hand, letting go of Stede. “Sorry, I did ndot mbean to grab you like that.”

“It's fine,” Stede reassured him, awkwardly scooting closer. “Is there, perhaps by any chance some room for me under this blanket?”

“I think so,” Ed huffed, but his eyes were soft and warm as he moved his body so Stede could slip under the blanket next to him. They lay awkwardly next to each other for a few moments, Stede glancing over with a nervous smile, before Ed decided to fuck it all and just snuggled up to Stede, resting his head on the smooth fabric of Stede's waistcoat. Stede's arm immediately wrapped around him, and he felt the blond man kiss the top of his hair with such fondness that is made him smile.

“I could tell you a story while we rest,” Stede suggested, stroking the waves of Ed's hair as he pirate sniffled into his waistcoat.

“Ok,” Ed agreed with another pathetic sniffle, his head resting heavily on Stede's chest, eyes drooping close. “But only if you do the voices!”

#of/md #just fluff really #and a bit of snz #my writing

[sickosdotjpg]

[oc] oh, milady's seasonal ailment is acting up again...

(don't reblog to non-kink blogs pls!)

#sneeze kink #snz kink #snz art #did i do this partially to prove i can still draw women: maybe #but also am genuinely brainrotting over this oc (i haven't forgotten crow and phoenix either dw!!!) #(for the curious tho: she's a noblewoman and mage in a somewhat old-timier fantasy setting. maybe a bit victorian gothic-esque.) #(let's just call her milady for now.) #oc: milady 👑 #sickos.art

[hachiibun]

Happy birthday to a certain special fox-eared archer—!

Also, this is a gift for @rachwavs! Surprise, I'm your secret santa! Thanks to @kawaii-kushami for organizing it!

If you like my drawings, and are willing and able to do so, please consider commissioning me, pledging to my Patreon, or donating through ko-fi ☕! You're not obliged to, but every bit helps to keep me living decently and I really do appreciate it!

❗ PLEASE NO REBLOGGING TO NON-KINK BLOGS ❗

#snzblr secret santa 2023 #snz #snz kink #g/enshin i/mpact #tigh/na/ri #cy/no #hachiisnzart #hachiibunart #just to remove any doubt over who my absolute fav character from the game is #hope u dont mind me slipping my tigh/na/ri hcs in here #i like to think he's bad at both holding back and stifling #with assistance he's a little bit better... but not necessarily *good* at it #cy/no is the assistance #or trav/eler

[hockeynoses]

a spraying snz followed by an innocent, "oh no, did I get you?"

an absurd question to ask when it's glaringly obvious that the answer is a resounding yes.

#cw: contagion #snzblr #snz prompts #snznario #malicious contagion #editing this to add - this could still be something as not-gross as an arm or something... a tiny bit of mist on an elbow #if you're particular about that stuff... because I certainly am

[slightlyunconventional]

hi snz squad (Sorry. Not funny.) i got some food for the h/awks fans FINALLY sorry for the wait i had writers block for like a month straight 😜 love that. anyway heres about 1.7k of allergic h/awks and some really badly written fighting/sparring LMAO enjoy!!

“You ready, birdie?” Dabi says, his lopsided grin wicked as usual.

“As I’ll ever be,” replies Hawks. The villain’s left hand is swallowed by bright cerulean flames, so hot there’s already faint plumes of smoke puffing out around it. In turn, Hawks draws his two longest feathers and sharpens them with ease, and raises them into a defensive position. He wonders, briefly, who’ll make the first move, then decides that these sparring sessions are for him to improve against fire; Dabi’s skills are perfectly fine as they are (Perhaps. He does sometimes think the man could do with some extra precision training, but he’s here to incinerate, not sauté, so who’s Hawks to judge?). Hawks lunges forward, feather-blades brandished, aiming straight for Dabi. Don’t hold back runs through his head over and over as he moves, the words Dabi keeps having to say to him every time they do this. It’s not Hawks’ fault he’s got such a hero complex. 

“Don’t hold back,” Dabi had said, flexing his wrists after their spar, “There’s no point in doing this if you aren’t gonna show me your full potential.”

Hawks had sighed. “Easier said than done, hot stuff.”

Dabi raised an eyebrow. “Is it?” he said, “You seem to be just fine facing off against any other villain when you’re on fuckin’ hero patrol.”

“That’s different, and you know it,” Hawks had replied, “This is training. I can’t just- make myself fight you properly without good reason.” He let out another long breath and drank from his water bottle.

“It’s cause we fucked, isn’t it?” Dabi had said, smirking. That had made Hawks splutter on his water. He glared indignantly at Dabi.

“Absolutely fucking not,” he declared. “You wish that was why.”

“Relax, I’m just messing,” said Dabi, with that shit-eating smirk still on his face. “Just fight harder next time, or whatever. Ain’t gonna learn anything if you don’t try.” He left the room, and Hawks had frowned after him.

Dabi sidesteps Hawks, but only just. Had he moved a millisecond later, Hawks’ blades would probably have been stuck in him. Whether that’s for the worse or the better, Hawks can’t decide - Dabi’ll probably chastise him for it later, but there’s only so much potential you can exhibit before stepping the boundary of actual murder. The villain’s blue flames have caught on the very edge of Hawks’ feather, and are creeping down its lengths with some pace, threatening to reduce the entire thing to ash. He quickly shakes it out and lifts the blades once again. If he can convince Dabi he’s planning on sticking this whole spar out melee-style, then maybe he can discreetly send some feathers behind for an ambush. He just needs to find the right moment. 

Then, Dabi raises his own hand and throws a stripe of glowing blue fire straight at Hawks. Right as he does so, Hawks takes his chance and releases a few medium-sized feathers, sending them to hover in position behind Dabi, ready to make their move from the rear. He ducks down, and just in time, too, as he feels the searing heat of Dabi’s attack barely inches from the top of his head. He does his best to ignore the sting in his eyes and how every blink threatens to send irritated tears sliding down his face, but it’s unexpected… that doesn’t tend to happen, and there’s normally a whole lot more fire involved in their fights than there is now. But, Dabi’s unrelenting nature doesn’t allow Hawks more than a moment of thought, and he’s almost instantly back upright, sharpened feathers pointing outwards, stalking Dabi back towards the wall. He keeps having to blink against his blurring vision, though, and it’s affecting his focus. If Dabi picks up on it, he doesn’t say anything. There’s still a thin plume of smoke issuing from his feather, too; those flames are no joke. Hawks crosses the feathers in his hands, preparing to drive forward and strike - if all goes to plan, Dabi will assume that’s all he’s going to do, and counterattack accordingly, then Hawks can compromise him with the feathers he has poised behind the villain. If all goes to plan.

And thankfully, it does, if you look past the single tiny snag. As predicted, Dabi releases a billowing explosion of fire straight forwards. Hawks’ blades are both ignited, but that’s neither here nor there, since he’s focused on bringing his other feathers back from behind Dabi, and up to his throat, mere millimetres away from his skin. They aren’t sharpened, but he doesn’t need to know that. Hawks knows he daren’t step into them to test. 

Dabi’s eyebrows lift up, his expression a mix of amused and impressed. “Not bad,” he says, glancing down towards the feathers at his throat. “Not exactly a technique that’ll work every time, but I didn’t see it coming, so that’s gotta count for something.”

Then comes that tiny snag. Hawks stops listening halfway through Dabi’s sentence when his sinuses start stinging like crazy, with such sharpness that it makes his eyes water even more than they already are. He sniffs, half testing the waters, half hoping it’ll make the sting go away, but unfortunately it only makes it worse. Just as Dabi lifts his hands up to incinerate the feathers in front of his neck so they can begin another round of sparring, Hawks sends said feathers rapidly towards the villain’s arms and pins him against the wall.

“Sorry, what–” he begins, startled.

Hawks lifts the fur-lined collar of his jacket and ducks down into it. For a moment, nothing happens, but–

“heHt’sSHHhue!”

Dabi pulls a face. “I swear to God, if you’re doing this and you’ve got a fucking c–”

“ah’hAH-! eH’SHHhyu! No, you cock, I don’t have a cold. I’m not that stupid.”

“You are, but okay,” Dabi says flatly, “Why do I have to be pinned to the fuckin’ wall?”

“‘Cause your psycho ass would probably attack me while I waahhs s-sn-hahh! hheh’sHHh’hiew!”

He pitches forward into his collar again, cutting himself off mid-sentence with a third desperate sneeze. They’re already getting harder to keep in check; and what the fuck is itching this badly? Sure, it’s mid-spring, and his hayfever’s probably acting up a bit, but no way in hell is it this bad. Maybe he’s just… sensitive today. He didn’t bother checking the pollen count this morning, so…

“You think I would do such a thing?” says Dabi dramatically in mock offence, “Sweet, innocent me?”

“Shut up. Yes, you absolutely woul- Jesus– h-haHh!...” Hawks’ breath catches sharply in his throat, but he’s exhaling shakily a moment later. 

“Lost it,” he says, only a little breathlessly, “You are the furthest thing from innocent and we both know that.”

The need to sneeze hasn’t left Hawks, despite the last one having eluded him. It’s laying dormant (for now), an incessant buzzing high in his nose that seems to also be accompanied by profusely watering eyes. He tries scrunching his nose to quell the feeling - it doesn’t help but rather slightly the opposite. Dabi arches an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. You gonna let me go or what?”

“Uhh… oh! Right, sorry. Instinct, I guess,” Hawks says. He withdraws the feathers holding Dabi in place and the villain subsequently takes a few steps towards him. There’s still smoke rolling off of his arms, where he’d used his quirk, and it floats lazily upwards in greyish plumes. That smoke has always been mesmerising to Hawks, the way it curls and twists, almost as gracefully as Dabi’s flames themselves. It seems different to regular smoke, though, realistically it probably isn’t, and Hawks has just convinced himself it is so he has something else about Dabi to admire with childish adoration. The smell of it often clings to Dabi, though, fainter, obviously, but it’s still distinct if you’re up close. It’s filling the air now, the bitter scent comforting, strong, but stinging, and–

“-ah’hHahH-?!” Caught completely off guard, Hawks desperately draws in a staggered breath before he’s truly able to comprehend it. 

“hh’heHSHHh-iihHSCHHh’ue! Huuhh… fucking Jesus–” The double volleys through him with unexpected force, leaving him more than a little winded (but almost certainly not finished).

Dabi’s staring at him now, his expression half concerned, half incredulous. Can’t exactly blame him. He opens his mouth to say something, but Hawks is already cutting him off with another sneeze.

“haH’iihtTSHHhyu!”

“So, about that cold you don’t have?” Dabi says, after Hawks has recovered - for now - with a series of pitiful sniffles and a less than kind rub at his nose with one gloved hand. 

“No, it’s–” his voice wavers slightly as he speaks, “it’s not that, I think it’s, ihh-it’s–”

Dabi shakes his head. “Sneeze first, speak after.”

“Rihhh– right, yeah I– hah-hhaHH’sSHHuuhh! ehHISHHhue! Jeez, okay, done now..” Hawks isn’t one to sneeze loudly per se - they’re usually softer, fairly subdued - but these ones are well on their way there. They’ve got the same intonation as usual, but with the intensity amped up a shocking degree. He’s not quite used to it.

“Done, done?” 

“Yeah, whatever– ‘m not sick, I think it’s your-” Hawks gestures vaguely at Dabi with one hand, and the latter’s eyebrow raises again, “-yourhhHehHTSChhnn!”

“What did I just say?” Dabi says, exasperated, and maybe a little fond.

“Leave me alone, that one didn’t give me any warning-!” whines Hawks in response, “You are so mean to me.”

“I know. Now spit it out, you’ve got me on the edge of my seat,” replies the villain dryly. 

Hawks rolls his still-watery eyes. “Shut up. It’s your smoke, I think,” he finally gets out.

Dabi looks slightly perplexed by this, and he voices it, “Never bothered you before.”

“No, I know, but,” He needs desperately to sneeze again. It’s all-consuming, but he’s determined to at least get a sentence out; “spring allergies’re making me s-sensitive to it.. I think that’s it, anyway–hhah sorry, I reahhllyneedto-hhiihSHHh-ehhH’shHHuue! Ugh.”

“Oh. Okay,” says Dabi, “so probably best we take a break for today, then?”

“Mm, yeah,” Hawks replies, knuckling at his nose. 

“Postmature bless you, by the way,” Dabi says with a funny look. Hawks nearly laughs.

“...Postmature?” 

“Yeah, like the opposite of premature. Is that the opposite of premature? Screw off, you’ve got me questioning myself now,” he replies, trying and failing to hide a stupid smile.

“It is now, I s’pose,” says Hawks, not at all fondly, “Thanks.”

#my favourite part TAG RAMBLING!!! #im ok w this fic i think its decent idk. turned on while writing it so thats gotta count for smth #i think next ill finish my other h/awks wip for a request prompt thingy in my inbox #then i wanna do some kink!h/awks … mm #alright ywah #thats that #sorry the fighty bit at the start is SO BADDDDD i cant #sry… #alr bye enjoy #snz #snzblr #snz kink #snzario #snz blog #sneeze kink #snzfic #d/abihawks #h/awks #m/ha

[nostrildamus]

banter and doing silly little bits is the best foreplay, just so you know

#not snz #but I needed it to be known #if you flirt with me by razzin' me and committing to the bit #I will be smitten

[sickosdotjpg]

honestly think one of the hottest things a person can do is sneeze into the cowl/collar of a turtleneck sweater or similar

#like for starters there's just the act of wearing one in the first place #the fact that their throat specifically needs a little extra warmth? inherently hot. #and then the desperation of not having anything better on hand to cover with... #the “oh fuck” expression of regret/panic when the snz turns out to be a bit more uhh Productive than they expected. maybe. #whoops this one got away from me a bit but! im goin' thru it ok! dual-wielding oc brainrot AND blorbo from my shows brainrot on this one. #if i think too long about *** ******* doing this i might combust like actually for real. right ok thats enough from me skdjffkjh #snz kink #snzario #sickos.txt

[casspikaeyaliker]

Today's the day! Guess I ought to post this-

HAPPY SNALENTINES DAY IG??? to @snz-eriya , who I was assigned to! You like SO MANY of my favorite characters and I struggled on who I should draw😭in the end, I went with some R/osaKae, as they are currently infecting my brain😭👍I hope you like it!

#24snzvalentines #snzblr #snz kink #g/enshin i/mpact #genshin snzpact #snz art #k/aeya #R/osaria #R/osaK/ae #ik its a bit messy #i kind of hate it #but i love these two I had to draw them😔

[snznstuff]

A result of an inducing session from a couple weeks ago. Figured I might give this a try

Soooo yeah, that's my sneeze! Might delete this or start doing more of these, idk that's something for future me to decide

#snz wav #my snz #the quality is a bit shit but I hope it isn't too bad

[plzsnz]

holding someones hand, and every time they stifle a sneeze they turn away to be polite. but you know exactly whats happening because they clench your hand every time they stifle

#snz #snz thoughts #sneeze #snz kink #i love stifling #and handholding #im a bit of a handholder myself #sneeze kink

[nobodybetterlookatme]

So our new bird at work says 'achoo' and vocalizes sneezes for attention. Think he clocked me because apparently I'm the first person he's done that with here 😭

#snz #the nerve honestly #yeah he's only been here for a few days BUT STILL #the vet said he's fine and the old owner confirmed that he does that #so he's okay #i was worried like bro was just sneezing #but he just does it for attention???? like hello????? #who is this bird???? #he's a sweet old man if not a bit crusty #but man wtf why would he do that to me

[fuckin-sick-bih]

bf obvs below i'm m e l t i n g

he counted for me :) he. counted. his. sneezes. 5. i gold to hold him and fuuuck he was so pretty. "that was five by the way." my sweet sweet guy, he tears up so much when he sneezes and it's so stinkin' cute <3 the way his chest swells out just before he's thrown right into a snz... fuck and they were desperate and itchy sounding, he did these cute false start things before a sneeze? i don't know how to even describe it but my god

#boyfriend obs #just bex talkin #snz obs #i bit the hell out of him for the record #honestly i feel a lil bad that i bite like a rabid chihuahua #i'm now imagining him wearing a shirt that says: “me and the bad bitch i pulled by having allergies” bc he would 100%

[nametakensff]

Reposting h/arry and k/im now with j/ean 💕 the d/isco e/lysium trinity is complete

#I gave j/ean a little bit of texture in his hair #obviously project whatever you want onto these - like they’re sick or allergic or whatever #but if we’re talking allergies #h/arry has cologne/perfume allergies #k/im is allergic to dust #and j/ean has killer hayfever #so yeah #fic coming soon guys it was just easier to bang this out and I’ve been meaning to draw j/ean for a minute #ntsffart #d/isco e/lysium #sneeze kink #snz kink #snz fet #sneezefucker #sneeze art

[waterfallofspace]

A sick/snz thought currently nesting in my brain: Someone usually pretty sensitive being sick, and because of the fever, they’re even more sensitive than normal, in more ways than one.  Cue their lover/partner pressing kisses down their neck/collarbones, eliciting gasps as it sends chills down their back. Maybe they lightly bite at certain points, a moan escaping through their lovers chapped lips.  But more than that, because of the haze in their brain, they have less control over reactions, so chills, gasps, and sneezes, all slip out easier.  Leading to their lover planting kisses up their jawline, smiling against the flushed skin at the purring they get in response, then planting light kisses down the bridge of their nose, leading to a fit of ticklish, unrestrained sneezes. 

#snz thoughts #but also not sneeze also kinda just fever/sick #not actually smut so not readmore but if its a bit too close lemme know #but yes this is haunting me #just the idea of someone already sensitive being SO sensitive bc of fever #something about the warmth making their nerves react more #or maybe its the fog in their brain preventing them from stopping the reactions #whatever it is its adorable and its haunting me #im thinking about g/ojo lets not beat around the bush its him #g/ojo and this is rotting through my brain #might write about it bc its KILLING me #are these tags too long? yes. but its my post so its ok i say :D

[hachiibun]

So the bf is recovering from a cold right—

While dealing with it, @collectivelyallergic's been waking up all congested and sneezy, letting me know through texts. We'd called a few times where I'd gotten to hear his recent fits, but he'd assured me that it's the worst in the morning. Unfortunately, we hadn't had the chance to call in the mornings so I could help him out.

Until today when he messaged me "Help—"

So we're in the call and at some point he starts sneezing and... he just doesn't stop. It doesn't matter if he stifles or lets loose. His fits are long and rapid. I lose count — I only have a rough idea of just how many sneezes tumble out of him.

The first fit is at least 15. Another one several minutes after hits 15 again before he gets a pause and sneezes at least another 25 times.

Then a while after, he starts having fits of over 40 until he's sneezed easily over 120 times in a span of 10 minutes. Holy shit.

And he just said "I'm still itchy..."

#snz #snz obs #snz kink #bf posts <3 #he also just said “i think i'm mcfucked it's not going away” #and then we were laughing about something for a bit and he goes “don't worry my nose didn't forget” #he will be the death of me. #he insisted i brag about him but i don't want this to just come off as bragging pls—

[nostrildamus]

someone I'm dating and whom I care for very much (who I have told about the kink) just very casually dropped that they were "sneezing up a storm" and....I think they still do not understand the extent to which phrases like that effect me, let alone the imagery of it or just the fact that it was just.....happening?? how to explain these things without sounding crazy LMAO

#not exactly snz #what do I say do I say nothing do I just play it cool #like they know about the kink in name only like they don't know about the inner workings of it lol #but they seemed a bit averse to sneezing due to being averse to mucus and all that which I understand but #come ONNNN when they be saying things like that I instinctively want to act up!!!! I'm too horny!!!