You guys have been asking (my apologies, college is a lot and Iâve been really busy moving out and also I just donât come on here often) for an introduction (understandably) so here you go!
Hi! Sorry, this has been a long time coming. You can call me Hara. I am 19, not super active on here because college is killing me, and I use he/him pronouns only! I do not like they/them so please do not refer to me that way. I am bisexual! I am an art major (not revealing my college but I will say that) as well.
Some of my interests include skating, gardening, running, playing Totk (zelda), and collecting rocks! I have adhd as well so whatever my current hyperfixation is I usually am pretty obsessed with that for the time being as well lol.
Some media I enjoy is MHA, Greyâs Anatomy, Stranger Things, and Fire Emblem. Iâm super excited to be in this community! Iâve had this fetish for quite a few years now, have ârecentlyâ (within the last few years) been lurking on here out of fear because I wasnât sure if people would like me or me not finding community, (and I suffer from generalized anxiety) and Iâm not on any other platforms.
Tumblr is a site Iâm not super familiar with, and my other social media is private. Thank you for understanding. Canât wait to meet some of you in the future! You guys seem really nice. I do write fics occasionally so maybe I will post those at some point.
Lmk if you guys have any questions or wanna ask anything about me in my asks!
something about a noseblow triggering a sneeze (or sneezes) just gets me, especially if they're super congested and the blow is so uber productive that the movement/shift in pressure causes a tickle, like they intended it to help them and instead it did the opposite send help
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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 đ
ngl those ridiculous cartoony fics where itâs literally like âand then she sneezed 1000 times so loud you could hear in the next town over and everything around her was drenched and wet and her nose was swollen to twice itâs size and she loved it and everyone around her loved itâ sometimes really get me man, like this is like concentrated porn to shoot into my veins
Had the craziest fucking dream last night where I was trying to sneak away from my mom because I had found some epic fuckin chinknhi that somehow was better than the normal kind and was guaranteed to give me crazy sneezing fits (because the regular stuff doesnât last super long for me) and like I snuck a spoon from the kitchen, hid in my room, laid on my back and fuckin spooned the stuff into each nostril to get it as far back as possible đ
Fuck dude I want that so bad irl. Or maybe someone to blindfold me and sprinkle chinknhi into my nostrils since I have a theory that I may be more susceptible to it if Iâm not expecting it
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dusting off this account... it's been a while! i've still been just as horny for sneezes but kinda got way too self concious about posting, so i've just been lurking. but i'm back! i have a couple fics that i've written/crossposting here.
gotten into cookie run kingdom while ive been gone. feels very embarassing to write fanfic of literal cookies (also sorry the names are so dumb haha) but its not my fault the cookies have a surprising amount of lore! also the gacha is nicer than genshin and so i've been cured of that vice.
anyways enough rambling here's one of the fics
// mess, intentional contagion, one character (shad. milk) has the kink, induced sneezing/stifles
It had been so long since he had last fell ill that he had forgotten just how awful it felt.
Pure Vanillaâ or no. Truthless Recluse dragged his hand against his nose, sniffing for what felt like the hundredth time. There was still mess clinging to the underside of his nose, mess he tried to swipe away subtly as he walked through the spire.
He didnât know where he had caught it from. He knew that Black Sapphire Cookie and Candy Apple Cookie were cookies that went out, not staying put in the spire, so maybe one of them had picked up something and passed it to him, but⊠he had a good immune system. It came with his (previous) profession. Being coughed and sneezed on as a healer countless times made him build some tolerance.
And yet, he had gotten sick. And he had gotten sick fast.
It had started with a tickle in his throat, a small one. That was no botherâhe didnât do much talking these days, anyways. Even though it had been relatively short since he had first become Truthless, he felt as if he had been living life like this for ages. So where a light sore throat normally wouldâve bothered him before, to Truthless Recluse now, it was meaningless.
Except it didnât stay just that. That night, alone in his room, he had sneezed for the first time, a harbinger of many more to come. It had rushed out of him all at once, so itchy, giving him barely enough to even think about covering the spray.
The next morning, he woke up with his throat feeling rawer than sandpaper. There was already the beginning of a headache stirring in him, and as he sat up, bleary-eyed, his nose began to drip. And thenâ
âhhihâ hiâSCHIEWââ
With the tiny bits of morning light filtered in the room, Truthless Recluse could see the droplets in the air, a mist of infection that slowly dispersed through the room, and before he could even reactâ
He sneezed again. And again. And again.
By the time he had wound down from his fit, about seven sneezes later, he felt terrible. His headache had already worsened, his nose was perpetually dripping, and he could feel the beginning of a fever boiling in his jam. Whatever it was, it had come on quickly, and it had come on hard.
He wasnât a fool. He knew he was sick, somehow. Briefly, he considered this being one of Shadow Milk Cookieâs ploys, but what use would he get out of making Truthless Recluse sick? Other than his misery, which he supposed mightâve been enough for the Beast.
Still. He needed food. Assuming that this wasnât Shadow Milk Cookieâs doing, Truthless Recluse would prefer to keep this to himself. He could already picture it, Shadow Milk Cookie clinging onto him, pestering him endlessly and being so overbearing when all he wanted right now was to rest.
So he had gone out, walking through the endless halls of the spire. He knew Shadow Milk Cookie could be watching him at any time. (Something almost like tension, bitterness in his jam at that, because yes, he knew that very well.) This spire was his, after all. So he tried to keep any symptoms of sickness to a minimum, offering himself only sniffles and stifled sneezes as he dragged himself through the halls.
It took him longer than usual to make it to the dining room, but once he arrived, he began to stockpile. He had a bag he had brought with him, and in a rush, he threw in the plainest food they had lying around. Bread, crackers, and a few apples. It would have to do.
Walking back to his room was quiet. For a brief, fleeting moment, he foolishly thought that maybe he had gotten away with it, and maybe he could just lock himself in his room the next week and just be in peaceâ
âWell, well, well! What do we have here?â
Fuck.
Just a couple steps away from his door, from salvation, Truthless Recluse came to a stop and glared to his left.
There he was, floating just a few inches above the ground. Shadow Milk Cookie, looking smug, grinning like the cat that caught the canary. With a sweep of his cane, he hooked Truthless closer to him, grabbing onto his robes.
âI havenât seen you in AGESSS!!!â Truthless Recluse tried to yank himself backwards, make a run for his door, but Shadow Milk just laughed, holding tight onto the sleeve of his robe. âAw, come on. Tell me, howâs my favorite lesser half doing?â Shadow Milk Cookie tilted his head, fake-innocence.
Truthless Recluse couldnât respond. He knew he couldnât. His voice was raspy, itâd give him away immediately. So instead, he settled to just glare. Not like that was much different than usual.
âReally? The silent treatment?? I gotta sayââ Shadow Milk Cookie started, but Truthless Recluse was distracted, because there was a tickle blooming in his nose, mucus dripping downâ â, Nilly, thatâs so dreadfully unoriginal!!â
Shadow Milk Cookie took his hand, interlocking their fingers, and twirled him, the facsimile of dance. Swaying gleefully, as if he was having the time of his life, he just wouldnât stop talking, rambling about how âYouâre so gloomy these days!! And here I thought youâd be liberated, letting go of those pesky things you call Truthsââ, all the while Truthless Recluseâs breath began to hitch softly, futilely trying to fight back, because he couldnât sneeze now, not in front ofâ
âhhehâhgNSXTGh!â
Shadow Milk went still, grip on him loosening.
Seizing the opportunity, Truthless Recluse pulled his hand back, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand. Witches, even with a stifle he still felt so drippy. There was a trail of mess that gleamed on his hand, one he fought not to grimace at. Ugh. The cat was out of the bag already, so he allowed himself a few sniffles too, crackling a bit with congestion.
â...I would prefer to rest n-Â nowâ,â he started to rasp out, voice quiet, but then his snagged. Fuck, not again, why was his nose so itchyâ
âhhi-gNSXGth!!â Another stifle, unsatisfying. He wanted nothing more than to just sneeze in peace, in the privacy of his own space, but Shadow Milk was still there, andâŠ
âŠWas weirdly still, actually. The Beastâs expression was carefully blank, and Truthless Recluse felt a prickle of unease feeling all of his eyes staring at him, pinning him to the spot.
Then, before he could even blink, Shadow Milk Cookieâs demeanor shifted. Almost excited, he clapped his hands together, breaking into his classic grin. âSo thatâs what you were hiding! My poor little puppet caught a cold, hm??â
Still floating, he leaned in closer to Truthlessâ face, almost inspecting him, even as he reared back. Shadow Milk gave a considering hum, tilting his head. âWow, you look awful. Your nose is so redââ and at that, Shadow Milk Cookie dragged his fingernail down the bridge of Truthless Recluseâs nose, and fuck--
âhhignXGth!! hhihâhitcNXGTh!!!! Ah, fuckââ Truthless gasped out, so sensitive. Gods, the itch was almost unbearable at this point. His back was practically pressed against the wall at this point, trying to avoid a repeat of that. âS-stop thatââ he forced out, trying to calm down his hitching breaths.
âLanguage!â Shadow Milk Cookie crowed, before leaning in again. âYou keep stifling. Hasnât anyone ever told you those are bad for you??â He scoffed, derisive. âI mean, seriously, what kind of healer are you?â
Shadow Milk Cookie was so close that Truthless Recluse could feel the puffs of his breath against his fever-warm dough. Witches, what an idiot, why couldnât he just spare them both the embarrassment and go awayâ
âIâll stop stifling when I can rest alone,â he shot back, âAnd youâreâ hhihâ going to catch this at this rate. Go.â
The old Pure Vanilla wouldnât have been caught dead like this. Dripping with mess, sniffling back mucus and not bothering to cover his stifled sneezes. But he couldnât find it in him to care. And even after what he just said, a bitter part of him didnât even care if Shadow Milk Cookie really did catch this. What did it really change? Itâd just be another thing shared between the two of them. Two sides of the same souljam, forever linked.
âPlease. Beast of Desciet over here. Just because some silly old cold is enough to take you down doesnât mean Iâm as weak,â Shadow Milk Cookie replied. And okay, Truthless Recluse thought, that was just blatantly a lie. He knew Shadow Milk Cookie could most definitely still get sick, all cookies could.
Before he could argue back, though, Shadow Milk grinned wickedly. âTell you what, Iâll do you a favor!â And his hair began to writhe, surging forward to hold Truthless Recluse in placeâ âJust let me help you out with your little problem there.â
The tendrils of darkness curled upwards, a couple strands of it slithering towards his nose, and Witches, no, goddamnit, he wouldnâtâ
A tendril slipped inside, immediately becoming soaked in mucus. And with that, the tickle in his nose exploded, practically burning as he tried to pull his head back. The damage was already done, though, and his head slammed against the wall behind him as the tendrils made it back in to caress his red, irritated nostrils, burning warm and flaring as he hitched one last desperate time beforeâ
âhheh-TSCHIEW!!â
The first sneeze was practically explosive. All his built up mess sprayed out at once, coating Shadow Milk Cookie in a mist of infection. One sneeze was not nearly enough to sate the itch, though, and before he could even move, his breath hitched againâ
âhiâSCHIEW!! hetâscHEW!!!â More mess, strings of mucus that were immediately pushed back by more tendrils, trying to claw their way back into his nose to tickle him further, âheTSCHIEW!! heh-hiâSCHEIW!!!â A damp spot forming on Shadow Milkâs clothes, dripping downwards, gleaming with the promise of contagion, âhiTSCHIEW!! W-hihhâ witches, y-you hihh-hitâXGCHIEWW!!!! ehâtCHIEW!!!â
The tendrils receded.
And there Shadow MIlk Cookie stood, absolutely coated in mess and germs. His dough practically seemed to shimmer with it, glowing in the light of the hallway. A small string of mess connected from the side of his neck to Truthless Recluseâs red, twitching nose.
Shadow Milk Cookieâs expression was, once again, almost carefully blank for a few moments. Staring wide-eyed, all of his eyes raking across Truthless Recluseâs frame. And Witches, he knew he probably looked awful right now. He felt awful. His nose still itched, satisfied enough for now but still twitching with the promise of future sneezes. Sniffling, he wiped away the rest of the mess on him. At least Shadow Milk Cookie would most definitely get infected now.
And just as he thought that, the Cookie re-animated, cackling and floating away. âBetter clean yourself up! Donât say I never did anything for you, Nilly!â before opening a small portal behind him and vanishing through it.
Eugh. Truthless Recluse waited for a moment before sighing, scrubbing again at his irritated nose before opening the door to his room and heading inside. He needed some rest.
(What he missed, though: Shadow Milk Cookie, in the privacy of his room. Face flushed, letting the facade drop. Replaying the scene over and over again in his head. And then curling up on his bed that night, almost anxiously awaiting the morning and his incoming infection.)
---
âhaâaTSCIHEGW!!â
Truthless Recluse sat up from bed at the muffled noise. That⊠wasnât him. If anything, it sounded like someone just outside, passing through the hallway.
Surely it wasnât alreadyâŠ
Slowly, he pushed himself upwards, and carefully cracked open the door to peek outside.
Shadow Milk Cookie floated past the doorway, and Witches, he looked awful. His dough was paler than usual, the strongest hint of color on him being the flushed blue tinge to his nose. And speaking of his nose, the edges of it were wet and dripping, as he kept sniffling back mess from his upper lip, trying to keep in contained. His hair dripped behind him as well, the tendrils turning almost into liquid and leaving a faint trail of shadowy mess in his wake.
Oh.
Truthless Recluse couldnât help the bits of schadenfreude at the sight, of a quiet sense of satisfaction. Shadow Milk Cookie only had himself to blame for that.
And just as he almost turned the corner, Shadow Milk Cookie paused, quickly reaching to his pocket to yank out a handkerchief as he reared backwards, andâ
âhâETSCHIGIEW!! HahhâŠhâATSHCHIEW!!â
Only half the mess managed to be contained in the handkerchief. The rest freely misted outwards, ready to infect the next poor unfortunate soul walking through the halls. With a groan, Shadow Milk Cookie turned the corner and left, no longer in view.
With a small, private smile, Truthless Recluse slowly pulled the door shut.
I might have gone a little crazy. a quick allergy fic, done in one sitting, posted before I chicken out. Behold, my writing. K/aeya being a little shit and A/ether determined to prove him wrong.
(I imagine this to be pretty early game, hence why Aeth is never called Honorary Knight)
Minors dni, do not reblog to non-kink blogs!!
An Exercise In Foolery
"Hh- 'hd'ISCHhh-!"
Kaeya eyed him critically as they sat together beneath the great tree, then smiled again, that same cocksure smile that put Aether off as much as it drew him to him. That sense of something hidden, something beneath, something more Aether wanted to uncover. It was a game both of them were playing, and he knew it- but that made it only more of a thrill.
Besides... maybe he just liked the Calvary Captain. Liked what was real between the lies. Even if the lies sent him on wild chases for imaginary treasure- it kept life interesting.
Aether wasn't sure how much he liked Kaeya right now, though.
"Oho, seems our glimmering little Traveler is feeling a little itchy~ that's what now, three? Four?" That smirk. It was aggravating.
He glared at him, then watched his own gaze turn hazy, whatever itch plaguing him teasing him now, just like Kaeya. He sniffled, rubbing, and for whatever reason that seemed to make it worse- but that at least meant he chhould- could clear iIHH--
"Ah- ahDTJSHhh... hdhh... hH?- adTJSHIH-!!"
"Goodness," the cursed captain crooned. "That was a rough one."
Aether's glare was rendered less biting by the itchy tears in his eyes. He rubbed at them, and Kaeya tsked, gently pushing his wrist back down.
"Now, now, that'll just make it worse. I would ask what's causing you such trouble, but I'm certain I already know." He glanced down at Aether's other hand, and the traveler followed his gaze, finding the small collection of windwheel asters he was holding. He'd been in the middle of a commission for them when he'd spotted Kaeya beneath the tree at Windrise, opting to sit and rest with him for a bit, not wanting to miss the opportunity... but the flowers being the cause of this? He scoffed, and Kaeya's brows raised. "Oh? You're not allergic to them, then?"
Sure, maybe he sometimes got a little itchy when he stopped to watch them- he loved these flowers. The way they idly turned with the wind... but that didn't mean he was allergic, did it? It was just a human thing that happened sometimes.
Which in itself was contradictory, given he wasn't human... but whatever the goddess that stole his sister had done to him, to his power, seemed to have rendered him human enough for a sneeze on occasion. That still didn't mean he was allergic, because just human enough or not, he didn't have those. He couldn't be allergic to the flora of this planet, it just wasn't feasible. He couldn't exactly explain that, though, so he just huffed, shaking his head. No.
"Are you sure? You do still look rather tickly."
Sometimes Aether hated him. He felt his nostrils flare, rubbing at his nose with distaste. Stars above... "...hh.. h- hhHH..?"
Oh.
"snf- hhah-- hhADHT- mmnhff..."
Oh, this had to be some sort of torture.
"Hmm," Kaeya hummed, sympathetic. He watched the blonde scrub at his nose like a child, almost trying to paw it off his face, and couldn't help but chuckle. Hitch. Hitch- gasp-! Nothing. It was making his own nose tickle. "Good grief, here- why not try one of those flowers you're so certainly not allergic to, Traveler?"
Aether side-eyed him, then hitched, gearing up... for nothing. He whined softly and decided he had nothing to lose, he just- he had. He had to sneeze. At this point he even wanted to sneeze! He couldn't think for the itch, just removing an aster from the bunch, slowly bringing it to his nose. One of the pretty orange petals brushed beneath it, and-
"hhAH-! haDTSH-!! ahDTJSHhh-'TTSH!! 'TDSHOO!!!" Oh, gods, as the locals might say- what a relief. Aether groaned, slumping back against the tree, sniffling thickly. Oh, he hated this part... Kaeya held out a handkerchief, and he accepted it, blowing his nose, rubbing at it through the cloth.
"So," the other said, too smug for Aether's liking. "Shall we revisit my-" He was cut off by the traveler's glare, and laughed in disbelief. "What? Traveler, surely you can't still think you aren't allergic to the asters?"
He stubbornly shook his head.
"I didn't know our dear little visitor was a fool! What more evidence do you need??"
Aether rolled his eyes, which annoyingly still itched. It probably wasn't the flower that had finally made him sneeze. The contact against the tickly appendage had been enough to tip him over the edge, that was all! This hadn't proved anything, and he didn't have to worry about any reaction to these beloved flowers.
Kaeya couldn't believe the lengths of his stupidity. He'd have to make note of this. "Look," he said, some sincerity finding its way into his words. "As amusing as it is to watch you be your own undoing, I must insist that you very much are allergic to the windwheel asters, and should set them aside for now before this gets worse for you."
A shake of the head.
"Traveler."
Glare.
"Goodness, what do I have to do! Shove one up your nose to prove my point?"
Actually... that was a thought. Aether looked down at the asters. If he could sniff these and not sneeze, then it would be his point proven instead! He could have something to finally hold over Kaeya's head, and get the man off his back about his silly idea. The captain in question seemed to realize where his thought process was going, opening his mouth to try and warn him off it, but Aether was lifting the little bouquet long before then. He stuck his nose right into the center of it, taking a long, deep sniff.
Aether had never felt anything like this before- this all-consuming, burning itch that just made him want to sneeze, and sneeze, and sneeze. He gasped, completely overtaken by this, head snapping down once, twice, three times more- right back into the flowers, which only made him do it again- again! He felt the sensation of Kaeya taking the flowers from his hands, but couldn't do much in the way of reacting, because-
"KTSZH!! Hh- H'kttssh-'ktsh-'tsczh-"
"Trav-"
"AkTCHOO!!"
"Oh, dear." He was being pulled to his feet now, led to.. he had no idea, he couldn't very well see. Away, probably. Where he'd wanted to sneeze before, now he just wanted to stop. But no matter how often he sneezed, it just tickled, and burned-- maybe if he-
Kaeya, leading him to the little creek, glanced down at him as he pinched his nose shut. "No, no, wait--"
"NGT-! Knnxt- ngxt- nxGNT--"
"Traveler!" Oh, his hand was being pulled away from his face. Good, because Aether found that hadn't helped at all, it just pushed the tickling farther up, where it made things rapid and useless and ohh fuck he needed to-
"ahDTJSHhh- 'dtjshh- tdshh-tsh-tch-tch-hhAH-!! Nksh-ksh-ktch-kTCHOO!! Hh... hh-? Hahhh..." Kaeya sat him down by the sound of running water, supporting him for the final, grating "AhDTJSHhhOOOO!!!!"
That finally seemed to scratch at the horrible itching sensation, and Aether groaned, just complying as Kaeya directed him to wash his face. He was panting, stunned by the intensity, slumping against him as he recovered his ability to breathe. Never before had he felt anything like that, and he hoped he never would again. Kaeya nudged him to blow his nose, so he did, finally deciding maybe it was a good idea to listen to him.
"Well!" Kaeya said, once it seemed he'd recovered enough to prove the sneezing wouldn't start up again. "Do you believe me now, dear Traveler? Not only are you allergic to them, you're very allergic. I haven't seen anything like that since Master Diluc's incident last Windblume." Aether whined softly, and Kaeya sighed, gently patting his head. He didn't mind the blonde leaning into him for support after all that.
"...fine," Aether whispered hoarsely. "You were right."
"Oh, I do love those words."
The traveler elbowed him, and Kaeya snickered. Yet another win for him- he was quite enjoying this little game.
I'm at a/nthrocon right now with a friend who is a f/urry, and today in the shopping area I saw a stand selling a shirt that said "I â€ïž SNEEZING"
I was super nervous but my boyfriend encouraged me to buy it because it was both funny and applicable to me. I got up there and said "I'd like that sneezing shirt please" and pointed to it. They laughed and said something about how 4 other people had bought it before me. I said "Well, I actually *have* a sneeze fetish." One of the vendors said "That's fair, I get it!" and the other said, "Hell yeah!"
Now, I was extremely embarrassed when I first thought about putting the shirt on, but then I remembered that there were people there in p/up gear and there were at least 10 stands selling i/nflation and f/eeder merch.
I walked around with that shirt on for several hours and guess what happened? NOTHING. 99.9% of people didn't bat an eye. A couple vendors asked me about it and all I said was, "Yeah, I have a sneeze fetish and someone was selling this shirt." and they were chill and laughed about it.
People were selling a/bdl stuff and full on kink gear in the 18+ section, which is far more taboo, and there I was trying my best to not feel ashamed about what I was wearing. That shirt wasn't even inherently sexual either! THERE WAS A FUCKING "FEET AND GREET" LAST NIGHT AND I FELT EMBARRASSED ABOUT MY SNEEZE SHIRT!!
I wanted to post this because I see people all the time who are too embarrassed to tell their partners or spouses about having a sneeze fetish. Granted, I wore that shirt in front of a bunch of strangers whose opinions are inconsequential, but I also think that it shows that we make our fetish out to be way more embarrassing in our heads than it actually is.
I think part of the reason we feel ashamed is because people (mostly ourselves) believe that there is a non-consensual element to our fetish. People can choose not to show their feet in public, people can choose not to use public restrooms, people can run to a bathroom to throw up, etc. But people typically cannot control when/where they need to sneeze, and so they are unintentionally "indulging" our interests. I think we need to remember that we are not our thoughts, and if we were our thoughts, then people with intrusive thoughts or O/CD would be terrible horrible criminals, which they generally are not. People aren't considered awful people for finding certain features sexually attractive. It is ok to find things attractive. Finding strangers attractive is how we eventually reproduce, actually.
Sometimes when I tell a person my fetish I feel nervous and tell them it's really weird and that they've probably never heard of it before, and then when I tell them, they say "Oh, that's it?"
I have told probably around 15 people in my life that I have a sneeze fetish, and I have come to find that most people are completely neutral about it, and at worst they just find it funny. We have nothing to feel ashamed about. If I can state my fetish in front of thousands of strangers, then I think all of your partners will still find you lovely â€ïž
