Derrick

☆ The name's Derrick ✨

☆ Very, VERY avid roleplayer and in general a fantasy enjoyer, player of D&D and soulsborne, so if anyone wants to have fun with any of those, let me know!! I have characters~ Discord a bit preferred, and can go with short texts but lengthy paragraphs and novella-like writing will always be in my heart 💖

☆ Can't really pinpoint the start of this kink but it's mainly an outlet for a large conglomerate of kinks and fetishes involving femdom, hypnosis, long hair, perfume and many other naughtier things as long as I'm on the receiving end~

The kidnapped victim is bound to a chair and anxiously waiting for the person who will come to pull the info out of him, but when the door opens - it's just a woman in high heels wearing a fur shawl? This has to be a way to mess with him, or some other trick

Skip to ten minutes later where the woman is straddling the man's lap, kissing him, caressing his face and gently whispering sweet nothings in his ear... all while he's shaking like a fucking LEAF, and literally every single breath through his nostrils is completely congested by the oppressive, tingling perfume she's literally drowning him with

And as his eyes, tear-stricken and red weakly open to try and focus, a gentle brush of that shawl, a nice cloud of smoke blown right into his face, or a couple of strands of silky hair, makes the itchy irritation increase tenfold, followed by the most desperate, wet, WHIMPERING inhale possible and a sneeze so powerful it nearly blows her off of his lap, as well as droplets of snot and tears to scatter in the air around

(snz scenario)

I already mentioned how snz kink is (at least for me) closely related to sadism/masochism, but I recently thought about pushing this idea even further

Picture how an allergic reaction to something, instead of just sneezes, congestion and burning eyes (however severe) was instead a full-on Anaphylaxis - and how jarring would it be if the cause was something so subtle and innocent like a spritz of perfume

It could easily happen completely by accident, like a clueless guest of a party walking past a woman who unfortunately happens to apply a dose of her perfume right into his face

It would be barely a wisp of it, a light, misty cloud of droplets that would disappear in seconds, but its scent has already pierced into the poor guy's nostrils, rising all the way to his sinuses and leaving behind a ticklish, unbearable feeling - and he could do absolutely nothing to prevent what comes next

His breath would not simply hitch — but nearly stop, leaving him to wheeze and choke in a struggled manner just for the faintest breath of fresh air. And the loud, sharp sneeze that comes after would only knock more air out of his lungs

The sensation creeping in his nose would not be a simple itch, but a burning, painful throb that leaves him no choice but whimper in distress, all while his knees have already buckled to the floor and he can only gasp vague requests of help

Then, the lights in the room would appear more and more blurred, just like the sounds surrounding him. His head feeling lighter and lighter, until he can only hear the shallow pulse of his heart through his temples

And that overpowering, deadly fragrance the only thing his haywiring system can focus on

And maybe it's just me, but if that random woman who unknowingly put his very life at risk wasn't so clueless, but instead a trained assassin that will watch the whole scene unfold with a sadistic smirk on her lips...

... WELL DAMN-

Anyone feels like playing the scenario of a salaryman who has a frail health and a very, very sensitive nose who has a crush on his CEO who is a stern, classy businesswoman and WAY out of his league?

One where they'd find themselves stuck in an elevator and he can do nothing but crumble into multiple desperate sneezing fits from the combination of her overpowering flower perfume, fluffy fur coat and long silky hair that seems to somehow always get in his face?

Come on guys which one of you was it this time

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The sound of splashing water could be heard each time his boots sunk into a puddle, which reflected the streetlights that shone during that night. The rain, ever pouring and heavy, offered a constant background sound while the man kept his eyes on the museum, eyes narrowing beneath the brim of his hat, his coat fluttering in the light breeze