#macro micro snz

[quosterswampdregs]

Looks like Nolki won the fic poll! And funny enough, I actually have a 2-year-old fic about Nolki and two normal-sized canines that I realize I NEVER posted!! So here you all go, featuring Nolki, Kyle, and Morse: A camping trip goes wayward when one of them makes a discovery...

"Kyle!! You’ll never believe what I’ve found!”

An arctic fox came jogging out of the shrouded lodgepole pine forest, shrugging off his traveling backpack in favor of a metallic water bottle to press up to his maw. Morse, exhausted from his morning run, had stirred the restless dingo from his camping tent, who peered lazily at the canopy of lush greens and yellows. A proud mountain rested over the crowns of conifers, which all leaned towards the east in a lazy stretch, before stiffening out westward. Strange winds, warm winds, too.

Kyle, equipped in a simple tee and cargo shorts, pushed himself up fully after supporting his upper weight with his forearms. The dingo uttered to himself with great disinterest—what had his friend’s tail flying with great vigor behind him, anyway?

“Why bring it up if I won’t believe it?” Yawned Kyle to Morse, “what, you found another toad in your tent? Good morning, by the way.”

“No no no, I swear it’s more interesting than that, by a long shot!”

“Wh…whhyyy, are your pants covered in dirt? The sun’s barely up and you’ve gotten yourself into something.”

“Augh!!” Morse curled his upper lip and his large ears found their gravity. Kyle gave a start as he was suddenly taken by the wrist and dragged forward by his shorter friend, who was pawing through the dense foliage from the way he came. He still had his water bottle clenched in the leading hand, using it to nudge away stems of ferns and undergrowth. “It’s just gonna be easier if I show you!”

“H-hwuh?! Hey!! Wait!”

Easier, sure, but damn, nothing could have ever prepared Kyle for what sat before him. Only after sampling mouthfuls of forest leaves and branches from being dragged by the paw by little Morse, did Kyle stare forward, aghast with curiosity. In a secondary clearing, only ten minutes of a stride away was a large, chartreuse mass sitting proudly, tucked away neatly with surrounding foliage and trees. Two caverns, both exerting waves of warmth at uneven intervals, sat side by side; caverns by the likes of which Kyle had never seen before. Whatever this was, it seemed almost alive—fleshy, hued in a mossy green tone, and leaking with some sort of liquid that slickened the pinkening walls further back.

A sudden ripple of air combed past the gawking canid and the vulpine, drawing leaves from trees and ferns into the dark depths before them. All of the trees leaned in as if listening in for the gossip of the woods, before relaxing and pointing back to the sky—Kyle, transfixed, watched the leaves spill out lazily against the trembling walls.

“Alright…” Kyle fixed his shark-tooth necklace against his shirt, and Morse shouldered his hexagonal gold-wire glasses further on his face, “Morse, I dunno what the hell you found, but it’s cool…”

“What did I tell you!?” The arctic fox leaped at such a statement, rushing forward to one of the two caverns. It was about five feet in height, which meant that Morse could barely stand up fully once he clambered onto the fleshy surface that sank under his weight. He kept his ears down, as pointing them caused them to brush up against the ceiling.

“No ifs or hows or alsos, you’re just…! Going in?”

“I mean, sure…!” Morse’s voice echoed by the time his tail slipped in after and snuck into one of the trembling caverns, “I wanna know what’s back here!”

Well, peer pressure had its rules, did it not? Kyle was trying his best to speak logistics, but ironically, he was muttering them out as he hoisted himself into the slick, soft, and warm cavern after his friend. It was weird, very weird; to his touch, the ground sank, and the entrance of the cavern lost its solid composure, expanding once, twice, thrice…? And relaxing. Or at least, shrinking again. Thick, clear slime accumulated on the roof of the cave, and Kyle had to hunch down on his hands and knees to avoid touching most of it. His tail dragged along the base of the area around him, and at one point, a shuddering jolt made him flatten out on his stomach, winding himself completely. 

“Yeesh, Morse, it looks like it narrows way up there!!” Kyle huffed in an attempt to catch his breath, seeing that the arctic fox crouched at a certain section with a dip, pinching off the way further—save for a one-foot-tall gap. Morse crouched, lifting his wagging tail that brushed against the slick walls, causing them to visually react and wrinkle away from the featherlight touches. Kyle stumbled uneasily while the floor began to move.

“Morse?”

“I think I could—ngh—squeeeeze in there if I really tried, looks roomy on the other side!”

Not that Kyle had any time to object before he was wiggling and thrashing, kicking his little paws as he tried to worm his way through the crevice offered by this strange cavern. Kyle opened his mouth to speak, but a sudden blast of air came from behind him, throwing him forward against his friend’s backside, who yipped with the accompaniment of a noise only comparable to a vacuum tube being shoved up to a latex balloon.

“Holy hell!!” Kyle shrieked and staggered back, watching Morse’s lower half writhe and kick with confusion. “Morse!! Morse, you good buddy?? What the—?!”

“Mmrggh! Mngghghhh!!”

“What??”

“Mmrkay!!”

“You’re good?” Kyle stammered, receiving a wagging tail in response. Talk about winds today, what on earth?! “-uhhhhh, well! Good. Lemme pull you out…”

Or at least, make an attempt to. His fur had slickened with the strange…mucus-like slime, so his grip wasn’t half the strength it could be. That, and well, telling by the thrashing and little kicks of desperation, he was pretty stuck either way. There was no way he could get him out, not like this.

“Hmm..we got rope back at camp…! I could try to pull you out that way…are you good with waiting like, twenty minutes?” He offered, receiving a noise of acknowledgment and a wagging tail. Kyle nodded—not quite sure why, given his friend couldn’t see him. “Don’t go anywhere!! Not that I think you will!”

Kyle fled from the cave, surprised by the warmth the outside world offered. As promised, he grabbed his bag from his tent, looking to the tree crowns with the two, brown mountains in the near distance.

Two? He swore there was only one before…one of them flicked, mountains don’t flick, Kyle’s ear flicked back as a natural response.

“Mnuhhh…?”

The sound was absolutely tremendous. Kyle wasn’t expecting it, but he watched in fear as flocks of birds fled from the crowns of pine trees. It was coming from whence the dingo came—a beast of some sorts? He took his defense kit with him, grabbing a stray leafy pine branch off of a tree as he bolted after it. Whatever it was, he couldn’t leave Morse stuck in a cave while that thing was roaming around.

“Hey!” He called in a deep bark, charging through the undergrowth with his pine-needle-twig in hand, “you leave my fr…?”

Nothing, just the flaring and trembling caverns before him, sat upon a row of pearly white teeth, green gums, and a tongue that slipped out past the front teeth to shove and lick against a thin but sturdy septum. The line of its septum was unmoving, allowing the skin of its nostrils to envelop the tip of its tongue, before both caverns—both nostrils, hastily flared and shrank, sniffling and snorting with massive irritation. Those weren’t caves, this was a nose that belonged to the steady, sturdy muzzle of some macro canid..! Kyle, quickly turning pink under his fur, took a few hasty steps back. If that was the case, Morse was in there!

“hhHehh..?! HhhHEH?! EHhhschhuhhw!!”

Barely having any time to react, a forceful sneeze caused Kyle to fall flat on his tail, misted over by a spray of warmth and moisture. It dispersed like a morning fog, leaving his fur standing on end.

“A-! Woah! Hey hey hey!!” Kyle attempted shakily, rushing forward to grab the Macro’s septum with both his paws. He gulped as peach-toned fur and thick whiskers led the way for the green eyes that lazily and tearfully fluttered open. “Easy big guy!! Don’t uhhh…! Don’t panic!!”

See, this wasn’t Kyle’s first encounter with macros; they tended to roam these areas, and Kyle had had a few close encounters with them…don’t ask. Or do, he just won’t tell.

“Udh…mnhHhgh??” uttered the macro, whose gaping nostrils flared to reveal poor Morse, his upper half still stuck, tail thrashing about with defiance. He had his feet planted though, which meant he had slipped out a little! His tail was wagging high, high enough to spark a light bulb in Kyle's head.

Oh, how incriminating this was, Kyle was blushing at the thought—if he could tickle the nose of this big guy, a good sneeze could set his friend free—not often would he get such an excuse to do this, but hey! When the opportunity strikes.

“Yeah, that’s my buddy. I’m gonna get him out, okay?”

He couldn’t tell if his tiny voice could even register, but Kyle stepped into the flaring nostril nonetheless. The twig in his hand was brushing feverishly along the responsive, trembling nasal walls, his tail coaxing against his inner septum with all of his strength and irritability. 

“Hehh…h-h-hHdhk! Hhuhh?”

The sound was frantic and desperate, reverberating all around him in this tunnel of irritation. With his free, remaining hand, he held onto Morse by the base of his tail, guiding it to the tissue that had him pinned and stationary. It began to loosen as the nose flexed, and he was slowly slipping out against the suction he was bound to.

“Udh..hhuh…! HhHHUH- Hh-hhHUH!!”

“Please work…” wince Kyle, who braced for impact. He grit his teeth and pinned his ears in as much of a brace he could muster.

“Huh- hHUEESHHhhuhhw!!”

With enormous force, Kyle was launched out of one of the Macro’s nostrils, his arctic fox friend in tow. The two tumbled, end over end, and Morse was the first to sit up dizzily, coated in mucus and soggy leaves.

“Get down!!” Kyle hissed, grabbing Morse by the scruff and yanking them behind the bush as the Macro hazily stood to full height, towering hundreds of feet above the trees. Runny nose, lazy eyes, and a short, tucked tail. He rubbed his nose from above, wiping his palm on his chest fur with a bit of confusion. He likely didn’t even notice them, by the tells of it, given how he quietly and begrudgingly lumbered away.

“Morse…?” Whispered Kyle, laughing to himself with an exasperated face.

“Uh-huh…?” The fox was on the ground, staring up at the sky with shock.

“Remind me to second-guess things more, if you would?”

[thegiantsneeze]

A giant being used as an unwilling sneezy weapon against their tiny allies. Tied up unable to move an inch, nose pointed toward the nearest village, and their nose being repeatedly tickled. The giant begging to be released, they don't want their sneeze to be used to destroy the village of tinies they're meant to protect, but the sneeze inducing doesn't let up. It's only a matter of time before they blow. They can't resist forever.

[matinbrackets]

Big nostrils.

But, like, BIG nostrils.

Like, so big you can crawl inside them.

So you crawl inside them and feel the sensitive hairs tickling your body, tickling the nostrils as they alert the nose to the intruder. You feel the nostrils grow and shrink around you as they flare, and you feel every detail of the nasal membranes, now moist and oozing mucus.

Nostrils SO big that you can lead an expedition into them, your footsteps and those of your peers causing ticklish vibrations like echoes through a cave. You can travel deeper and deeper, bringing that infuriating itch deeper and deeper with you, and the need for a release to builds and builds.

Nostrils SO BIG an army can flood them, with flags flying and banners soaring, teasing, taunting. Nostrils that flare bigger and bigger. Nostrils that twitch and itch with a burning need to-

Big nostrils that quiver and shake.

Big nostrils that hitch unsteadily.

Big nostrils that just can't take the abuse.

Big nostrils that finally get pushed over the edge, and they flare wildly one last time, taking in all the air they can before they release it all with a huge

AH

HAHH

AHAHHH

HI'GYACHIIIEEEEWWWW!!!

Yeah. I like that. 🤤

[maxsnzsblog]

can't stop thinking about micro crawling through macro's nose and every little movement making the nose twitch and itch, getting redder and runnier as micro gets deeper

[sfblah]

Okay hear me out

A nose ring that's actually like a city for tiny people, or maybe like a research station for tiny people to study the giant person's nose.

[kitti-bun]

Seeing a micro character inside a big giant’s nose 🫠 im developing a kink

Or

Reading a fic about it and it’s in specific detail

[sneezygiant]

Got a sudden burst of motivation. One shot with two random characters

A little over 1,000 words

Mess and a single bong hit

_________

Sammy was  laying on his couch, eyes closed with a stupid smile on his face. Aimed at nothing. He was chilling with his best friend, Blade. Blade wasn't an average best friend, no- Blade was a mere three inches tall, and lying lazily on the bridge of Sam's nose.

 Sam gave a lazily hum, blinking his eyes open, and stretching out his arms and legs. That led to him sitting up, of course followed by little protests from the borrower. Who had to right himself so he didn't fall right off of sammy's face.

  "Hey! Warning next time? I could have fallen…and I was comfortable-you jerk!" Blade protested as he gave a harsh tug to the piercing implanted into the bridge of Sam's nose. Right between the brows.

 "So wha' if ye fall off me face? Ye got wings, an' tha' cute itty bitty tail." Sam teased with a bit of a laugh, leaning over to pick up a gorgeous,glass bong that had been sitting on the floor.

 Sam held the bong to his lips, fishing around the couch for a lighter, until he found one. A deep breath out, a click of a lighter, a deep breath in, and of course- more protests from the little man sitting atop his nose.

"So what if I have wings? I could have been asleep! You're just careless and I don't want to hit the ground!" Blade whined, poking a pointer finger into Sam's eyebrow.

Sam gave a snort of amusement, before giving a slight huff through his nose, blinking thrice heavily. The snort had pushed the smoke into the back of his nose, starting a teasing tingle.

"Ye snore like a , snf!, Like a black bear in tha' middle o' their wint'ah sleep." Sam tried to tease playfully, much to Blade's annoyance. Blade's tail gave a few upset flicks as the little man crossed his arms. That wasn't helping the tickle in the bigger's nose.

Sam quickly put his bong down, not wishing to break it. He gave a strong sniff, bringing a hand up to knuckle at his nose. Being mindful of the septum piercing he had. Blade started to put his situation together as soon as Sam's eyes got hazy with a distant look, and it wasn't because he was high. It was all confirmed when Same spoke up airily, breath starting to hitch.

"I'm..g-goon…nuuuuuh! Huuuuh!... Gonna…sn-snu…snf! Huuh…uuhH! Gonna sn-snee..snuuuuuh!"

 

Sam had tried to warn, but ended up trailing off as his eyes fluttered closed, chin tilting up. It was too late now, the sneeze was the only thing dominating Sammy's mind. Blade, and where he was sitting, momentarily escaping his mind. 

The 'giant' huffed and puffed, pointed ears tipping down as he lazily brought up a hand to his face.

"Hey hey hey! You can't sneeze now! Stop!" Blade squeaked out in a panic, raising his wing to try to fly away, but it was too late. two more lazy hitches forced themselves out of Sam's throat, leading into a sloppy sneeze right into the palm of his hand. The action flinging Blade into the palm of his hand as well.

"Hiiih….huuUUH. HUH'DHiiih….huuUUH. HUH'DTSHEIIW! "

Fortunately for Blade, the sneeze had been dry. Unfortunately, Blade knew Sam wasn't done. Sam always sneezed in multiple, often odd numbers. Not to mention how mindless Sam could be. For these reasons, Blade tried to scramble out of Sam's hand as fast as he could.

Lady luck was not on Blade's side, as soon as he got the slightest bit up, he was met with a sneeze. A sneeze that misted spray onto the small man. Sam's sneezes were showing signs of becoming wet, and that definitely wasn't good.

"Heeeeh…heeh…snf! Huuuuh…HUUUH! HUH'DTSHIEEEW! snf…! SNF!....hiiih….HIIIIHH?" 

"Turn your head away at least, you mindless beast!" Blade snapped, glaring up at his friend's pre-sneeze face. He knew Sam wasn't listening, consumed by the need to sneeze. Mouth slack, nose scrunched and starting to run, nostrils flaring as Sam took uncertain-itching breaths, eyes squeezed closed.

"HIIiiih! hhhhhh! HIH'TSHEEIIW!! Snnnnfff! Huh….huuuhh….snf…..huuuh…snf…snnNNFF!"

A third sneeze, a wet sneeze, assaulted poor blade. The clear spray plastered his hair to his face, drenching his clothes; making them cling to his small body, as well as sodding his feathered wings. Trapping him until the itch cleared itself from his best friend's sinuses.

Blade just wanted Sam to stop sneezing, but the runny nose, distant look in his eyes, and all the huffing puffing, and sniffling Sam was doing, it wouldn't be likely.

"Snnnf…. Huuuhh…hhh!! Hiiih…." Sam's breath continued to hitch, his eyebrows knitting together as the sneeze momentairly played with him. He then abruptly gave two final sneezes, yet again onto the palm of his hand. Each wetter than the last.

"HIH'TSHIIEEW!!! huuuh….huuuh! hhuUHHHDSHHHEEEW!...snnnnff…guuhhh.." 

The sneezes blasted out of Sam, him giving a sniffle,and a soft groan. Poor Blade was absolutely drenched in clear, warm slime, and he definitely wasn't happy about it. He stood up and purposely shook as much clear mucus as he could off his arms and wings.

The little man scowled up at his bigger friend, who still had a bit of a dazed look in his eyes, but that was just a post sneeze daze. 

Sam also had mess running down his face unashamedly, strands over his parted lil, and drinking down his chin on just a few drops. Not to mention the utter mess in his hand. If he pulled his fingers apart they would have webbed.

"I'mb…snf! I'mb so sorry Blade, tha' smoke…made me nose….itch." Samuel apologized, a sheepish smile on his face, absentmindedly bringing his other hand up so he could swipe at his nose with his sleeve.

" Health." The borrower growled through clenched . "Now put me on the ground, I need a bath." Blade huffed, pointing to the floor to empathize his point.

Samuel gave a soft pout, feeling a tad guilty. He gave a nod and ever so carefully placed his buddy onto the ground, repeating "I'm sorry Blade" then mumbling "realla I am" 

Blade marched to a mousehole, going in them peeking out again, softening just the slightest. "It's fine, you're just an idiot. I don't even know why I'm friends with you." The borrow said in an annoyed huff.

"Now clean yourself up and blow your nose!" Blade then slightly snapped before disappearing completely into the walls, going to go take a bath.

[thegiantsneeze]

I haven't drawn in a while but the power of snz compelled me. This is so messy lol. An overrendered giant about to blow and a stick figure tiny in the danger zone >:).

[chaos-proffessa]

Ok guys I don't post about hazbin hotel or helluva boss much

Spoilers for the new helluva boss ep btw so feel free to scroll or save for later

Ok so .... SATAN KINDA HOT NGL

Like literally and holy shit bro so many snz ideas man ok so like

First of all

He BIG!! like stature wise so many ways for micro macro sort of fun things and then also also WHEN HE HUFFS OUT HIS NOSE ITS LIKE GALEXY LIKE SPACE UO IN THERE!! IMAGINE THE SNZ ART OF THIS MAN WOTH HIS GALEXY ASS SNEEZES OMG SOMEONE NEEDS TO DO THAT!!

Imagine stary mess and galexy spray guys omg

[accidentalmistress]

New Intro Post - Read before interacting

Since my Master Post seems to get longer all the time, I thought it might be a good idea to separate out my little "about me" section into its own post so I could go into a little more detail without making my Master Post cluttered.

Hi there! I'm Reed, a disabled, femme enby on the asexual spectrum. Welcome to my snzfucker blog! This is where I post stories, wavs, and other nonsense that has to do with sneezing (and the occasional non-snz post). Let's establish a few overall ground rules:

Please do not interact with me/my content if you are a minor. I can't stop you from looking, but please keep it to yourself for now. Stay safe out there, and come back when you're older.

Please have some indication of your age on your blog if you are going to interact with me. You can give a generalization or range instead of an exact number, but please give me some way of knowing you aren't a minor or a bot!

Please don't reblog my posts to non-kink blogs. I know some folks may follow or like posts from their main, but let's keep snz posts within containment!

I'm open to asks and chatting, although I tend to be a bit shy and may not reply right away 😅 I do ask that the following be kept in mind:

I generally don't like going too in depth into kink stuff right off the bat. I'd rather be treated as a whole person than a sex object.

Please don't ask me to roleplay.

Explicit sexual discussions make me uncomfortable, being ace.

I am very fond of compliments, so long as they aren't too explicit or personal.

"Your sneezes are so hot 😩"; "I looove your content 😍" ✅ OK

"God you make me cum so hard"; "I'd love to tease that nose of yours 😈" 🚫 NOT OK

I can't guarantee that I'll get to them, but feel free to send requests and/or suggestions for writing or wavs.

Things I'm into:

Allergies, masc snz, snz that blurs gender lines (especially femboys), buildups, holdbacks, inducing, feathers, dust; skinny, nerdy guys with big noses and glasses who are embarrassed and apologetic about their sneezes 🫠 (I may have a Type)

Things that I'm neutral about/can enjoy in the right circumstances:

Spray, fem snz, photic snz, some illness content, macro/micro, anthro/monster snz, whump

Things I dislike:

Contagion, emeto, screaming "Dad" sneezes, heavy mess, the word "snot", bodily fluids in general, explicit depictions of genitalia

Other things to know about me:

I am not a naturally sneezy person, and the only thing that I have found that will get me to sneeze reliably is chhinkni.

I'm married and in an ethically non-monogamous relationship. This does not mean that I'm "easy" or interested in casual relationships.

Large age gaps can make me uncomfortable. I don't mind generally interacting with people who are younger or older than I am, but I prefer that those interactions remain friendly. Please don't flirt with me if I'm old enough to be your parent 😅

That's pretty much it! Don't be a creep or a jerk, and we should get along just fine.

[maxsnzsblog]

[sfblah]

Friendly wholesome woodsman x shy clumsy giantess wife.

And naturally lots of stuff makes her sneeze.

She tries to stifle, but every now and then one gets away from her. I imagine her sneezes being more loud and blustery than destructive, but still pretty forceful ofc. She needs a hug but she's too beeg.

[nostrildamus]

4, 5, 7 and 15 for the asks? 💕

why but of course~💕

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

I actually do sometimes enjoy inducing! Tragically though, I rarely have the time or the privacy to do so, so it's usually relegated to special occasions waaaaahhhh. I enjoy sneezing for others, so any time I induce I sure as hell am gonna try to record it and share with fellow snzfuckers <3 Being induced by someone else tho? Now that's where it's at.

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

I think I'm kind of inconsistent tbh!! It's always at least 2 in a row these days though. Sometimes they're rapid and back to back, almost overlapping, sometimes there's a torturous pause between them where my nose is just on fire. At most I'll have 4 in a row (naturally), if I'm inducing or using chinkkni tho then it's all out the window, my sneezes are all over the place haha.

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

Oh 100%! Like I said I enjoy sneezing for others, but also making snz art for people to enjoy! I just like knowing that I can make y'all horny one way or another, what can I say I'm lowkey a slut for attention lol. So if u ever get off to my wavs or my art, please let me know, it is immensely flattering (and sometimes hot) to know someone has nut to my content 😌💕

15. Do you have any other kinks?

Oh man I sure do. A lot of them admittedly I only enjoy in combination with the sneeze kink (my main kink/fetish) but just to give an idea:

-size kink (i.e. macro/micro, size difference, hyper, etc.)

-praise/humiliation (I enjoy receiving both but also giving in some cases)

-exhibitionism/public stuff (works great with the snz kink because you can snz for someone in public and nobody will bat an eye LMAO)

-orgasm denial (probably as nsfw as I'll get on this list)

-medical (something about cold, clinical talk gets to me dfgxsfsfd)

Anyhow, thank u for the asks NT!! Hope my answers are satisfactory 💕

[oh-no-my-hand-slipped]

I raise you…a tiny going inside a dragons nose…no fire breathing,just imagine how sensitive and sneezy and…mmm yeah

I don’t know what happened. I saw your ask, blacked out, and this is what was on my screen the next morning…

Let’s just say this has opened quite a few doors for me…

[his-tamine]

People think my name on here is Spider because I think it sounds cool, but it’s really because I wanna be stepped on 🙄 (/hj)

[sf-libet]

concept i thought of at work

a person in the giant’s nose, just hanging out, chillin, usual

giant going about their business in the giant world, doing some giant cooking or some shit

they toss some spices into their giant soup, oh what fun i bet this’ll taste great

their nose starts to prickle as they add pepper, though they’re careful not to rub it, potentially harming their small friend.

their small friend, meanwhile, is absolutely overcome with fit after drawn out fit of sneezing, the giant’s mighty nostrils inhaling great puffs of pepper, and showering our poor micro’s head--and more importantly, nose--with the spice.