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Yesterday my partner was playing with this mini massage gun we have, holding it up to different things and whatnot. And they held it up to their nose and the vibration made them sneeze! I was scrolling and not paying much attention but I turned just in time to see the spray mist out from under their raised arm. Very hot. Twas a fun discovery. And then they were sniffling for several minutes after which was even more hot.
I hope everyone who had a very specific fetish before they even knew what sex was has a very good day. The isolation you embody as a child because of some innate sense that there's something in you that is Wrong and Gross and Different is deeply traumatizing but I promise you are a full human being deserving of love, healing, and happiness.
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So I finally watched P/roject H/ail M/ary and absolutely LOVED it. I’ve seen in twice in the past 3 days and now I’m reading the book. Pls pls pls send me snz fics! Or regular sick fics!
I found this post by a vanilla artist. It’s an adorable gif of R/ocky and A/drian reacting to G/race’s sneeze :)))
So I finally watched P/roject H/ail M/ary and absolutely LOVED it. I’ve seen in twice in the past 3 days and now I’m reading the book. Pls pls pls send me snz fics! Or regular sick fics!
I found this post by a vanilla artist. It’s an adorable gif of R/ocky and A/drian reacting to G/race’s sneeze :)))
for as much as i love the “out of tissues” scenarios tbh i think what i like even more is a “there’s only one tissue left” scenario
they’re holding off from using that last tissue until they have no other choice; maybe trying to holdback, hitching so much they can’t focus on anything else, their red eyes squeezed shut in a panic. but the hitching doesn’t work, so they pinch their nose and stifle, hoping it’ll contain everything— and at first, it does. but then they stifle again. and again. and all that pressure has made the snot fill their nose, finger and thumb holding their nostrils shut, their fingers now glistening from everything starting to tediously drip down.
it’s useless. they can’t stifle anymore. they frantically pull out the final tissue and clamp it tightly over their red, twitching nose, silently pleading that their nose magically calms down before things get out of control. but a sudden sneeze rips through them and immediately drenches the tissue with their snot, soaking through. they sneeze again.
the tissue is finished, but what are they supposed to do now? they find a sliver of a corner that’s still dry and dab at their wet nostrils, hoping it’ll somewhat clean them up, but it’s only a matter of seconds until another sneeze crawls out of their stuffed-up nose. they spray heavily and snort, they need to wipe off their mouth and nose and their nose is so itchy, they need to rub and rub the intense itch away and blow the ridiculous amount of gunk out of their sinuses. but with a single soaked through tissue, they’re completely helpless. all they can do is sit there and sneeze and sneeze until they’re done.
they hold the soiled tissue over their nose, and of course it does nothing— the snot on the tissue pressed against their face gets all over their nose and lips, shining strings of mess completely covering them. they sniffle and groan, their face bright red in embarrassment, desperately trying to think of a solution to this dilemma. but they don’t have much time to brainstorm, or even think about how humiliated they are, because another snotty sneeze is building up, ready to blow.
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examining the term “love sick.” imagine a world where romantic feelings manifest as cold/flu symptoms. finding someone attractive and waking up plagued with fatigue and aches. overcome by sneezes when they enter a room. when a crush is an attack on the nervous system, the options are endless.
the difference between a kink and a fetish is that kinks are fun and cool and they can spice up the bedroom a little bit and a fetish is a curse that makes you feel like you're missing the part of you that makes you a real person
I love when someone is just rubbing and rubbing and rubbing at their nose before they sneeze. It’s one thing knowing that their nose is itchy enough to make them sneeze, but to see them trying to manage it physically leading up to that point makes it that much sexier imo.
eeeeeee a chance to talk about fixations :)) I've got three for you
Technically my D/aredevil fixation ended a month ago but it was so intense I have to mention it. Then I moved to x/men for a few weeks and now I'm teetering on the edge of the P/itt. At this point the only reason that hasn't become a full on hyperfixation is because I'm trying to avoid spoilers since I've only been watching it once a week when I go to my parents' place for dinner
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(self-indulgent feather fun. started a new job so writing's been tough, and i was already whittling down a lot of the time i was spending on it, anyway, lol. classic "don't sneeze" scenario. visual refs. fic masterlist.)
Juno's head lay cozily in her lap, giving Celeste a wonderful view of her face from above.
"Are you comfortable, love?" Juno gazed up at her, alert, but relaxed.
...At least, more relaxed than normal. It was always hard to say with her.
Her legs hung off the end of the sofa, but her back was fully supported, and Celeste's thighs made for a nice pillow. She's in nothing but a loose black tank top and some long black lounge pants Celeste gave her. Celeste, by contrast, is in an orange crop top and brown sweatpants, meaning Juno can feel the soft, warm skin of her stomach, see up close the patches of freckles spread out across the distance around either end of her navel, and also get a decent angle to look up to something a little racier, if she really wanted.
She doesn't, at present, or she would've asked Celeste to take the top off. This is nice enough already.
Her thighs? Soft. The couch? Firm, but she liked that. The heat from her body, cuddled up against her as she was? Heavenly. The comfort; the safety of being cradled against your lover's body, your hair brushed gently by her delicate hands, as all the world falls away around you?
Was she comfortable?
"Yeah."
Celeste smiled.
"Good. Are you ready?" Juno inhales through her nose, as though to test the waters, before nodding.
The brunette reaches behind Juno's ear, before waving the long, black feather she'd stuck there in front of her face as though she'd just done a magic trick.
"Then let's get started, huh?" She fans it against her own nose briefly, shaking her head and scrunching up her face, to emphasize how uncomfortable the feather was. Juno watches, sniffling as she feels a sympathetic tickle blossom in the base of her own nose.
Her breathing is steady. For now.
"Alright. Don't sneeze."
Juno's eyes trail the tip's path through the air, paying special attention to the way her lover deftly weaves it in and around--under her chin, making her gasp slightly, wincing, shutting her eyes, raising her head, just as Celeste had planned.
This angle had given her a good look at her face, but as Juno pressed the top of her head deeper into Celeste's lap, it gave her a view up into her nostrils.
Pale and pink flesh greets her, waiting, defenseless, and she presses a thumb up under Juno's jaw to hold her there.
It's not until the feather twirls just under the tip that she realizes what Celeste got her to do--and Celeste feels heat spreading around Juno's cheeks before she sees it.
"Uh-!" She gasps in earnest now, not expecting so much so quickly. Celeste, for her part simply continues twirling the feather; fluff finding its way around and inside the bare edges of both nostrils, sending an insistent tickle up and inside her nose before she realizes it.
She tries to squirm, but Celeste's thighs press up in conjunction with her left hand, keeping her head mostly steady. Keeping her nostrils--which themselves quiver as she attempts to wriggle her nose back from the feather--plainly in view.
"Ugh-hh-...nngh...huh!"
She's not sneezing yet, and Celeste knows it. She's just teasing her; giving her nose a little taste of what's to come, and reminding Juno who's in control right now. Giving her a sneezy, tickly feeling in her nose, but not quite enough to actually sneeze.
Juno has to fight it, anyway. This should be preferable.
"Nngh-! Uh-fff..."
Not that it's comfortable.
She wrestles herself back to composure, her face relaxing, eyes opening--though her lips remain slightly parted, puffing out another breath. Celeste thinks she can beat her, bend her will, and she's not having it.
She got lucky with the start. That was it. It was clever, she couldn't deny it. But now the real fight starts.
Or at least, that's what Celeste thinks must be going through her head, and it makes her heart go wild with anticipation, flushing her cheeks. In reality, the top thought on Juno's mind at the moment was, predictably:
As Celeste twirled the feather in place, twisting its soft stalk in and out of her nostrils, a little deeper, a little shallower, Juno breathed through her nose as much as she could, trying to avoid more vocal hitching; trying to deny she was responding at all.
In doing so, she pulls small bits of fluff from the ends of the feather, which go to work, spreading the tickle steadily around each wet patch of flesh they can find.
She stares into the middle distance with half-lidded eyes--twitching and blinking in response to the continually growing tickle filling the inside of her nose. She holds her lips together, then lets them fall open again, then presses them together, her small chin quivering, then-
"Look at me."
"Hgh-! H-huh?"
Their eyes meet.
Celeste stares into wet brown eyes struggling to keep her in focus, deliberately slowing the motion of the feather so that she can drink in her expression. As the tickle spreads further; extending off from the tip of the feather, fluttering around and irritating the tips of her nostrils, flowering up the walls and dusting around until finally a light amount of fluff makes it that much deeper into her sinuses--Juno's breath hitches, despite her struggling mouth, despite her hands digging into her thighs, despite the way she blinks, tears now building at the edges of her eyelids, uneven breaths making her chest bounce up and down, her breasts subtly responding in kind.
"Hggg-hhuUHh-hhyiehh-!"
The feather inches its way forward, and as Juno exhales, it comes out in a series of fitful sighs moving in time with her chest, her face--her nose, tingling in time with Celeste's feather.
"Gghh-uh-ugh...!"
She coughs as the tickle spreads further back in her throat.
She blinks, hard, nose scrunching up, gritting her teeth and trying to hold her breath, but as soon as Celeste starts moving it again--swishing it back and forth lightly, gently tickling the same spot, then another, then--the game is over, mostly. Juno's eyes shut, and her teeth are forced open as she gasps and attempts to wrestle for dominance with her nose.
She's-she can't-d-don't sneeze!
"Juno...uh, c-can-um- d-describe it." Celeste stumbles her way into giving a command.
Juno would feel compelled to point out that she doesn't have to try so hard if she weren't distracted.
In fact, she's barely able to parse what was just said through her impending sneeze.
"I-dhHhuh-hiGgh-hh-hhah-! Wh-what?"
Celeste stops moving the feather entirely, leaving Juno with the unpleasant implement buried deep among her nasal walls--no longer actively moving, but still bothering her enough passively to be impossible to ignore.
"Describe the-uh, feeling."
There's a brief pause, Juno still trying to blink her eyes open through the feather in her nose.
"Ihh-it, it-tickles-ghH!"
"...and?"
Juno hangs right on the torturous edge of a sneeze, unable to clear it; unable to make anything happen without Celeste's say-so. It itched. It itched, it tickled--the entire top half of her face felt like it had taken a dip in feather fluff, which she was sure was-
"Hhg-it, my-the f-feather! The, I, l-let me sneeze, please!"
Celeste swallowed, but remained still.
"I-it's-it's stuck! I-hHghuh-hhHuhhh-! I d-ugh-hHihhgh-n-need t-!"
No, not yet.
"It-it's so intense, I-I can't think, I c-hHh-!"
Boop. She pokes the tip of her nose.
"Ihh-it-I-it tickles...! HhhUh! HeEhh-!"
Celeste watches as Juno's nostrils flare and shrink with each breath, feeling her head press and lift as she struggles--watches pale hands white knuckle her thighs, then relax, splaying her fingers out, then tighten again--as her tongue and teeth fail to work more words from her quivering lips, high pitched whining gasps and exclamations as she tries with all of her might to hold back, or will it forward, she doesn't know which anymore...
...and she finally grows tired of watching; ready for the ending, she pinches the end of the feather and starts tickling, gently, slowly, but with increasing speed, and finally, try as she might, the tickle becomes too overwhelming.
Her chest swells with air as one final desperate gasp rips through, louder than the others, and-
-she succumbs to a sneezing fit, helplessly gasping and jerking back and forth, each breath in still finding the same feather waiting, the same tickly feeling, and yet more sneezes. Each sneeze brings only moderate relief, only serving to make the insistent tickle seem that much worse by comparison.
-filling the inside of her nose with a ceaseless, overpowering tickle.
"HnNgsschhuhh-! Ugh...uh-hhUh-!"
Celeste removes the feather, not unaware of the thin line of connective fluid that splits and disappears as she does so, and again makes eye contact with her nose--now twitchy, sniffling, shamefully wet, clearly still tickly, judging by the way Juno sniffs hard and grunts out one last small "Ugh..." as she opens her teary eyes to look at her again.
"...Finished?" Juno muttered, just loud enough for her to hear.
Brandishing the feather again, she considers that.
"...Not nearly. You have a whole other nostril, yknow. Heheheh!"
not in my wheelhouse but in case anyone out there is interested, and since i don't think i've seen it posted, t/om h/olland sneeze from a recent interview 👍
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