To people who start to sneeze right after sniffing a flower / kicking up some dust / spritzing some perfume / opening the blinds and seeing the sun: How does it feel to be the most hot person alive and how does it feel knowing that I'd risk it all for a chance to see that happen
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maybe a bit niche, but there is an appreciable difference between tickling a nose with a feather, and tickling inside a nose with a feather.
in this case, i actually find tickling on the edges and outside of the nose to be hotter when it elicits a heavy reaction. gosh, your nose is so sensitive! this biiiiig fluffy feather brushing up against it so gingerly...it's just the bare edge of your nostrils, and you've already got to sneeze this bad? oh honey...your poor little nose is sooo helpless...
you're just gonna sneeze and sneeze and sneeze....
Sneezes that takes forever to build. Like starting with that small but imminent tickle in the nose, then prickles sharper and makes the person involuntarily take those hitching breaths, bracing for the inevitable.
'....hhh, hhhh... I'm gonnahh... ugh wait, it's right therehh.. hhh, hhh...! sorry, I can feel it, it's... hhh, ghhh...! ...it's hh, hhh... Hhhhhh...!'
The idea of someone sitting miserably curled against a wall, face shoved into their knees, stuck in a frantic loop of tensing muscles as they allow sneeze after desperate sneeze wrench through their body, too tired to hold back any longer. When the fit finally recedes they simply slump there, leaning heavily against the wall as if it is all that is keeping them upright,breath ragged and sniffling heavily every few seconds but too worn out to do anything besides rub the dripping mess into their already saturated jeans. Just the idea of a state of pure, primal, sneezy misery.
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thinking about a person whose initial snz is restrained, polite, almost matter-of-fact, but then it soon devolves into a fit of multiples that only intensify in irritation and urgency, until each subsequent snz is followed by desperate, pitchy gasps that completely ruin the “play it cool” attitude they had tried to start out with
lips parting, breath catching in uneven hitches. hand coming up quickly, pressing beneath the quivering nostrils as the eyelashes flutters against the tickling sensation.
the sneezes tumbles out and desperate to muffle them, shoulders jerks with the sudden release. harsh but stifled into cupped hands, leaving the nose pink and damp as they lower the hands with a rough sniffle.
'...still.... hhhhh, not done.' they express, staying half-bent for a moment, blinking rapidly, fishing out a fresh tissue from the pocket with a thick wet sniffle before another build up takes them over.
the second round hits them harder and they have to lean their shoulder against the wall, keeping the crumbled tissue close to their mouth as the sneezes keeps coming, harsh and now explosive.
A scenario I find hella cute is when a group of friends briefly get caught by a passing irritant – like sudden dust kicked up by a truck – and they all cough, get watery eyes, maybe even sneeze a bit, but it passes. Except for one particular friend who has continued to sneeze minutes afterwards… a light flush imprinted on their face clearly signalling that it’s affected them more than the rest. Did they already have allergies? A cold? Is dust just their big weakness? Nobody knows, but they definitely get playfully teased becau—GOD why are you STILL sneezing??
When someone has a really bad cold or hayfever, and even when they're not sneezing, they look like they're about to. Eyebrows constantly pulling together, eyes narrowed with that vacant look coming and going, pink nostrils flaring/quivering, lips parted, upper lip slightly pulled up, showing a glimpse of teeth... they just look so, so sneezy, even as they go about their day.
And no wonder they look sneezy, their nose and sinuses are prickling and tickling nonstop... sometimes they tip over that tickly threshold and they sneeze. And they sneeze and sneeze. But every time they manage to stop sneezing, they still need to.
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Tense anxious uptight character who mercilessly stifles every one of their (many) sneezes. Tense anxious uptight character who gets talked into trying weed for the first time to maybe calm the hell down. Tense anxious uptight character who is viciously allergic to weed smoke and dissolves into a desperate fit after the second or third hit.
And they stifle and stifle and stifle right up until the weed actually hits, and then it’s kind of hard to care about stifling anymore. They feel good despite the tickle and they’re so relaxed, so maybe it’s fine to just… let these sneezes out. And maybe take a few more hits between sneezes. And maybe it tickles so much, so badly, so all-encompassingly and maybe with the way their whole body is buzzing right now it feels so fucking good to let out sneeze after unrestrained, needy sneeze. They take a hit, the smoke fills their nose, the haze fills their head. The tickle spreads from the back of their sinuses up through their whole nose, their whole face while their nose twitches and their breath catches and hihhhh…. hahhhAHHHHISSCHHOO! AIIISHHCHOOO’EHHTCHOOO’ISHHHOOO! Fuck…
vampire building up to a sneeze, their top lip curling up into a little snarl as the tickle becomes all-encompassing, flashing a little peek of a fanged tooth
Wrapping your arms around them from behind as they gear up for a sneeze, feeling their abs tighten and their back expand against you with every hitching inhale, keeping them steady when they finally release and it snaps them forward at the waist a little.
In defiance of her rapidly approaching middle-age, she is wearing magenta yoga pants that fit better in her memory of when she used to exercise regularly than in reality, where they are clinging tightly enough to threaten at cutting off circulation. Similarly, in an effort to prove some unknown thing to either herself or would-be onlookers, she has spent more effort on her hair and "casual" makeup for this first session of outdoor yoga in the park than some would spend for a first date. She has remembered her brand-new mat, packed a bottle of coconut water, and applied sunblock, insect repellant, and deodorant.
What she has NOT done, she realizes as she takes her first deep breath on the freshly cut grass, is take her allergy pill.
The itching creeps in just underneath her eyelids and the edges of her nostrils first, but it doesn't take long (only a couple pose transitions) for her entire face to feel like it's on pins and needles, with her nose itching worst of all. Through the next few poses she twitches and wrinkles her nose, stretching her face in more directions than the yoga stretches her body, her hands unavailable as her arms are in use for keeping her balance. In between positions she aggressively rubs her knuckles into her nose, but these few seconds of rubbing do little to provide relief and mostly just serve to coat the back of her hand in mucus. While she always has a tissue box in her car, she packed her bag light, with only her water, car keys, and a towel, so she has nothing to alleviate the constant leak that has sprung from her nostrils.
During the next few poses she snuffles almost constantly to keep her face clear, painfully aware of how much more pollen this action takes up into her nose. The growing tickle repeatedly spikes in one nostril or another, making her breath hitch and her itchy eyes flutter. With increasing frequency, she has to exit a position early to pinch her nose shut and cut off a building sneeze that willpower alone isn't enough to combat. When the group moves to ground poses and she finds her nose only inches above the grass, her face contorts in allergic misery every moment that she isn't rubbing circles into her nose or squishing it flat, her itchy eyes trying to scratch themselves with her eyelids and her nose twitching and wrinkling up as if desperate to put even the smallest amount of extra distance between itself and the pollenating grass.
By the time the group returns to the next round of standing poses, she has lost all hope of keeping her breathing at all steady or peaceful, as each inhalation has to fight its way through a flood of mucus dripping and bubbling beneath her nostrils, mixing with occasional tears from her watering eyes and the swamped remnants of her casual makeup. For reasons unknown maybe even to herself, she is unwilling to simply quit today's session early. In each position her attention is divided between maintaining her balance and restraining the urge to sneeze, and so when the continuously running stream of sniffles and hitches finally builds into a sneeze she is not only precariously balanced but fails to recognize the change in urgency until it's too late.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The force of the eventual inevitable sneeze bends her forward out of her balanced position, forcing her arms askance and her stance wide to prevent herself from fully falling over. With a ripping noise, the sudden bend cleaves the back of her ill-fitting pants, revealing a generous amount of cellulite and a hot pink thong that, from the size, was clearly intended for a much younger woman. Pausing only briefly in shock, she scoops her mat and bag up in one hand and, after a moment's indecision, uses the other to cover the tear as best she can, letting her twitching nose drip freely over her upper lip as her slightly puffy eyes squeeze closed and her breath hitches in preparation for another uncovered sneeze, the first of several dozen in just the time it will take her to reach her car and of countless more throughout the morning as she pays for her lapse in memory.
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I don't have anything to say for myself except the thought of catching someone while they're jerking it because their allergies are acting up and they may be able to keep the moaning quiet but can't keep the sneezing quiet