howdy folks!! i'm remaking so that i can curate my feed a little better, and so i can like posts w/o linking back to my main blog! don't worry, i'm not going to be deleting my old blog; all my previous content will stay up! i'm definitely not as active as i used to be, but that's always subject to my mood and interests at the time!
this blog will be explicit!! there will be other kinks besides sneezing as well!! i am not immune to hot women!!!!!
very lesbian, will mainly be interacting with content centering women or non-gendered content but there will probably be some men making an appearance since so many members of this community are so talented creators (aka too horny to care if a sneeze has a gender)
my MV w explicit content is still active <3
asks/dms are open! not into rp but always down to chat
inducing someone, tickling around in their nose, and suddenly you find a spot that works so well it genuinely surprises them. previously, they were mostly just indulging you, entertaining your fantasies, but not really confident they would sneeze, let alone that you'd be able to make them sneeze consistently.
well well well, look who's left stunned, on autopilot as you tickle sneeze after desperate sneeze out of them, constantly breaking off in their own confused rambles attempting to express their confusion to hitch up and up and-oh, bless you again.
i work in a Walmart (not for) currently and they told me to go dust. my brain did not immediately go into fetish territory because we were using rags but we stirred up so much, i nearly sneezed. genuinely never sneeze from dust otherwise.
damn if my brain didn't go:
"Stirring up dust with the rag I'm rubbing all the dust into. The dust makes me sneeze. I sneeze into the rag on reflex. The rag is covered in dust. Dust. In nose." and my brain was ruined for the rest of the shift
snz wavs are such a revelation like all I want in life is to pervertedly listen to people sneeze and there’s hundreds of people who are like “please pervertedly listen to me sneezing” it’s like christmas every day of ur life
Hello all😇😇 you guys have been flattering me literally sooo much these past few days (plus I have a few new followers) so take this wav i recorded a couple days ago! Also, as the sneezes go on and as they get more desperate they get a little loud at one point, so this is your warning lmao🥲
But yeah enjoyyy!! Ik you guys like the more nsfw stuff (me too) but I’m still not all that used to posting these types of wavs so plz be nice
i’m genuinely obsessed with the phrase “full of cold”
when a girl’s nose is bright red and twitchy, constantly being rubbed at with a tissue. eyes streaming, cheeks flushed. she can’t stop sneezing, and you can hear how wet they are. she ends her fits with a nose blow and a pathetic “excuse me.” and you just look at her and go wow. she’s full of cold 🫠🫠
A sneeze that comes from an itch between the eyes. A few thoughtless blinks. Eyelids squeezed shut. Fingers that gently rub along the lashline in a fruitless attempt to satisfy the tickle. A crinkle forms on the bridge of the nose. Eyes that snap open as the tickle spikes. Lashes that flutter and bob with every “hh… hhHIH— hhHHihh…” Pupils fatten. Vision blurs. Eyes go glassy. Wrinkles at the corner as they squint, trying to see through the haze, abruptly interrupted as the eyes slam shut. “hhHH’ETCHshh!”
Alternatively, a sneeze that comes from an itch in the mouth. A tongue twitch. A grimace. The tip of the tongue caresses the back of the gums, before moving to the roof. A short sigh of irritation as the itch still grows. Jaw clenches. Tongue rubs faster. Nostrils flair. Breath catches— “hhH!” —sucked in through gritted teeth. A swallow, as if the tickle can be gulped away. Another few hitches, “hh’hh— hih! hhah—” is followed by a moan of frustration. The lips part. Panting. Vocalised gasps. “Hhah! hihh’HIHHh! Hehh! ehhHH!” Jaw slackens. A deep breath. “ehHD’SHUHhh! heh— HEH’JSHHUhh! IHH… ihh… iiHHSCHIyiew!”
we've all seen the allergic to downy pillows trope, have we considered: allergic to your downy couch? which is a thing that they make apparently? and is massive and sitting right in the middle of the group home and you're too embarrassed to tell your roommates???
unfortunately for everyone else in the world my lover and i have figured out the best way to have lesbian snex. scientifically proven. no one can do it better than us but i encourage you to keep trying
AN: Morning gamers uwu im fighting for my LIFE trying to post things bc of the workload I've got going on but DAMN BROOO I DID IT!!! I finished it!! 3750 words, this is the wlw snerotica i said id write!! Sadie goes over to Maud's, silly cold fuckery and perfume sensitivity and other stuff 👀 ensue. ALSO boobah under the cut
The Sunrise Special (lol)
3750 words
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The city was an uproar in the nocturnal hour — jazz bands, traffic, businessmen doing deals. Laissons and bars, dance halls full of people, and the theatre an absolute bustle. Sadie had grown accustomed to it, her voice often filled the club in the later hours, songs that wandered into the apartments above and lured in any passerby like a siren to the coast.
It was her way of starting the day; in the evening, waking up, washing, then bringing entertainment to a hungry audience. Unlike the typical crowd, she got up as the sun started to fade, a nocturnal lifestyle some had called it, and tonight was like any other. Another night of performance was had and then she was left to wind down and take in all the praise and adoration.
How she lived the idea of stardom. Maybe not for the screen, but for the local crowd, those full of story and life, not just the high-brow theatre.
Post-performance, she bathed with the sound of bustle in the streets wafting in through an open bathroom window and the bar below full of chatter. Soon, it would be morning, almost time for her to go to bed, but she’d recently made it a habit of having breakfast before winding down. There was a place she’d wander to, not in the bar nor an establishment of any kind. The residential area, where skyscrapers parted way for tight townhouses and their iron fences with ivy-covered lawns — one house in particular.
She made the habit of calling, too, though the missus of the household was usually up early. The mister was…well, it was a gamble where he’d be. His profession usually landed him in the city, sometimes at her shows.
“Maud…!” She sighed, speaking into a candlestick telephone. She’d brought it closer to the tub on a little stool, but she still had to lean over to hold it. Soap and water dripped from her arm onto the tile floor. Dangerous business, she knew that “Hmm! It’s not that early, is it?”
Not so early that Maud wouldn’t be awake to answer the phone. Sadie waited a little longer, letting the warm water of her bath splash up against her shoulders and collar as she swayed.
Nobody was picking up.
Bother.
With a sigh she stood up and slowly began to make her way out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped over her person. She’d make the journey there regardless, it never hurt to try.
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Her dark heels clicked as she walked down the sidewalk, spotting the Victorian-style home with its dark iron gate and a small row of flowers lining the steps, some twisting around the metal. A bell hung over the door, rusted, property of the previous owners; contrasted by a newer brass knocker. Age was starting to wear into this house, but the scruffy brick and delicately painted window panes brought such a charm.
The cold metal seeped through her gloves as she grabbed hold and knocked.
Stepping back, the breeze slid up the bottom of her buttoned coat, slipping past the fur collar and ochre scarf to her cheeks. Her feather earrings froze her ears, wobbling like wind chimes. As she waited, she watched a leaf blow onto her stockings before flying away.
The door finally creaked open.
“Sadie…!” Came a voice, soft and friendly, but with a rasp that indicated a vice, “Oh, goodness, I should have expected. Come in, it’s windy!”
The door opened further and she was able to quickly scoot inside the dimly lit interior. Maud was the one who greeted her, but her appearance made Sadie turn her head. It was typical for Maud to dress even in her home, normally something good for working or hosting. Here she was in the foyer in her nightgown and what seemed like a homemade shawl. A heavy robe sat on her shoulders too, and based on the size, Sadie had to assume it wasn’t hers but her husband’s. Underdressed...how unlike her.
Her eyes drifted back up.
Maud, if she wanted to, could have put together a catalogue of boudoir looks with her lovely wardrobe. Her hair though, was still in a state of privacy and homeliness, braided and set. Maud seemed to notice her gaze and began to unravel them so her hair would sit over her shoulders. Sadie smiled and looked around, sliding off her coat.
“Have I come at a bad time? I was going to phone for breakfast- well, I did, but I didn’t get ahold of you.”
“—ah! I thought I heard the phone ringing,” Maud put the heel of her palm to her forehead and furrowed her brows, “Sadie, dear, I do apologize. I was asleep! I’ve been feeling very tired, there’s nothing prepared, I’m afraid. You’ve come all this way only for me to be empty-handed…would you like some coffee?”
“Oh,” She responded trying to not sound terribly disappointed — she wasn’t, it was quite fine that there wasn’t anything! She felt a little intrusive if anything, “That sounds lovely, though I do have to sleep after this. Remember?”
“Of course, of course! I forget, silly me,” Maud sighed, “I just woke up, I apologize, can you tell? I need a cup, if anything…”
Sadie watched her tug up the sleeve of her nightgown and wrap the front of the robe over herself as she wandered to the kitchen. Something was withdrawn from the pocket and before long, Maud’s frame, broadened by the robe, pitched forward.
“Hh-! Hah!hhattzsshHHhew!!”
Such a raspy sound. She coughed too, and lowered her arm to reveal a soft blue handkerchief.
“Bless you,” Sadie offered, tossing her coat on the coat rack, “I’m not bothering you, am I?”
“Not at all!”
“You sound a little under the weather, Maud.”
“Perhaps. But you aren’t bothering me, I’m happy to have the company.”
She turned around, delicately patting her nose with the handkerchief and finishing with a sniff.
“Sit-! If…if you’re willing to stay, I mean, I will take a while to prep and you’re going to be waiting,” Maud gestured to the table and tucked her handkerchief into her robe. There wasn’t much to hold it against her sternum, but that didn’t stop Sadie from eyeing the pale, peach-like pink that had flushed her cleavage. Soft faded stretch marks, distant freckles, the hint of age with how her flesh weighed on bone. Maud was thinner now, but Sadie always imagined she was a bit more full-bodied some odd decades ago. The idea of Maud in any form or figure made her feel gooey on the inside like molten fudge.
She sat and watched as Maud leaned over to retrieve milk and eggs. A finger reached up to tug at the edge of her lip.
“Maud!” Sadie spoke with her voice airy. It was a tone she’d put on without realizing it, and the expectant nature of it caused her addressee to stand and knock her head against the icebox, “Why don’t we leave breakfast up to me for once? I think you might be a little better off in bed.”
“You? But you haven’t got the time, you should be asleep between the both of us!”
“I just think you need the rest. Let me walk you.”
“…being awfully courteous,” Maud’s eyes narrowed and she folded her arms. Sadie’s eyes fell to the valley of her dipping nightgown once again but Maud didn’t bother to adjust it. She rapped her fingers on her arm, “I dare say I sense some ulterior motives…”
“Me?” Sadie put a hand to her chest, “Charmed you think so…Come!”
She offered her arm, which Maud did take with a slightly muffled cough. The weight of the robe looked heavy on her shoulders, and she seemed to tilt with every step up those steep Victorian stairs.
“You’d make a dapper gentleman, Sadie, you really would,” Maud teased as they reached the bedroom. One bed, unmade — she got up to answer the door, Sadie remembered — and everything else nearly arranged, from her vanity to her dresser. As she moved to the bed, Sadie’s hands reached for the top of the robe to shed it.
“Ah-“
“Hm?”
“I-it’s just a bit cold…I’ve been sleeping with it on,” Maud mumbled, retrieving the handkerchief again. It seemed like the missing piece of the unfinished jigsaw of other handkerchiefs. A waning pile of them sat in the corner of the bed.
“It’s always cold in here. You two have such a drafty home,” Sadie put her hand between Maud’s shoulders and guided her into bed; its soft, worn-out sheets received her as an old friend.
A strand of Maud’s hair fell between her eyes and she quickly tucked it behind her ear, at the same time rifling around her pocket for what Sadie expected to be a cigarette. She was right. One was offered then refused.
“I’ve got nothing to offer you then…” Maud chuckled with a sniff. Sadie couldn’t help but notice the redness around her nose now that she was sitting beside her. For some reason, it flooded her with excitement, “Nothing but a cold, I suppose.”
The bed was truly a nest. Sadie found it reassuring, the thought of being tangled up in the sheets sounded so comfortable. She knelt over the bed with a slight bounce.
“You know…the fever does a lovely little thing for your complexion, Maud,” She smiled, pulling off her stockings.
“Ah…it does one thing well, I guess…” Maud’s lashes fluttered and she looked for a moment as if she had more to add. Instead, there was a pause, and another raspy, sharper sound, “Hh!hh’aHtzzschhHH! My goodness, excuse me…”
A faint sensation of moisture had settled on the flushed skin of Sadie’s bent knee. She watched the rise and drop of Maud’s chest before she brought up her wrist and hid another sneeze behind it, “—tzzSCHHhheuhw!! Snf! Oh dear.”
“Bless you,” Sadie hummed, leaning forward. Her hands wrapped around Maud’s waist, feeling her breathe. They slipped under the robe where she could feel the heat of a mild fever, but the thin fabric of her nightgown still concealed her skin. Her thumb ran over a hip bone, then traced down towards the frilled hem of the gown.
“You comfortable, hun?”
“Very comfortable. My suspicions were correct…”
“You playing detective now?” Sadie reached up and twirled a finger around a ribbon on her hip. There was a knot under her navel, and she toyed with the ribbon's loop; the hem of her drawers, naturally, “You feel warm…”
She pressed her thumb and forefinger along Maud’s thighs, getting teasingly close to the tender space on the inside of her leg. Doing the same to her sides and hips, the tips of her fingers grazed the soft flesh between her thigh and behind.
As her hand, cool from the outdoors, made contact with her back, there was a sharper gasp, then a shiver.
“Maud, darling, I’ve got a way to warm you up quickly. No need for that robe, you’d be ready to drift off any second,” Sadie retracted her reach, letting the nightgown rest lazily over Maud’s stomach, and hiked up to reveal that ribbon over pale, off-white undergarments. She gestured for her to turn over so she could unbutton her nightgown, and with a quick shimmy, slid the article off. Maud slipped her arms back into the robe and shuddered slightly before dropping her hands behind her head.
Now…what a blank canvas, Sadie thought. Parts of her are covered in old freckles and pink accenting her gently curved joints. She sat up further and put her hands on Maud’s ribs before rubbing her thumbs against the bottom of her nipples.
“Hm, sorry my hands are cold! That feel-good…?” She prompted, watching her lips part with a gasp before she bit down, “You’re so soft..!”
Palming Maud’s chest and feeling her nipples against the sensitive space between her fingers, Sadie watched as the older woman waned into a state of relaxation and acceptance. A groan came from Maud’s closed lips. When she moved her hands, rolling, massaging, the sound only grew in intensity. Pleasure pooled in Sadie’s stomach and she smiled.
“I’m starting to understand the appeal that your husband mentioned-“ Sadie mumbled. The warmth in her hands felt incredible, seeping into her palms with every gentle push. Maud exhaled shakily with a cough.
“Appeal of what?” Answered Maud jokingly. Surely she didn't mean being handsy, this was hardly a first.
“Having someone looking as adorable as you do now…your lowered defences,” She teased, tapping a finger to the tip of Maud’s nose, “Teary-eyed and pink, Maud, you are doing something to my appetite…”
She could sink her teeth into her, like a fox to a hare. Yet, she wanted nothing more than to hold her, protect her, borderline vampiric in her admiration and lust.
“The both of you have odd taste,” She could only respond with that before gasping again. Sadie instinctively pressed a finger to her nares, the warmth and moisture of her septum felt slick against her knuckle. Lust suddenly filled her chest.
She rubbed her finger over Maud’s lip before lightly cupping her cheek and grazing her nails along the grey streaks by her temples. There was a nod and a quiet, near-silent whine. The robe left plenty of room to move, and Sadie felt Maud’s leg nudging against her behind as it turned outwards.
“I’m so tired…” Maud groaned, “This wretched cold, I swear…”
Arching her back seemed to take great effort.
“Sadie, you’ll have t-“
“I’ll be happy to do the work,” She completed with a chuckle. With one hand warming up against her ribs, the other left her cheek and slipped under the hem of her drawers, a slickened finger brushing over her clit. There was an immediate jolt of pleasure and a heavy sigh.
“I heard this clears up your head!”
“Wherever did you hear that?” Maud breathed, knowing the answer full well. Her eyes were shut but her brows, knitted upwards, furrowed further, “EhH-excuse me—hiitscHHHIiiew!! Nnhhuh…”
Sadie felt a buck against her hand and a throb of pleasure that came from both Maud and herself. She dragged a finger over her sensitive bud once again, feeling the flesh around it with her narrow fingers. The trembling from Maud’s legs was nothing short of appetizing, and she couldn’t help but playfully pinch her thigh.
“Forget breakfast, Maud…” Sadie groaned quietly herself, “You’re doing plenty for my cravings right now…”
“Y-you’re going to leave spots on my legs,” She parted them even further. Sadie shifted aside so Maud could comfortably rest one against her thigh. The pink flesh before her was dizzying, her soft folds, the playful streaks of honey-coloured fuzz amongst a gracefully aged grey, and she could not think of anything more than watching her twitch to the touch of her hand. Two fingers traced around her clit, tugging and resting just by the edges before occasionally going in for a gentle kiss of a touch. As if rewarded, she found her fingertips soon tracing Maud’s cunt, slick now with her fluid.
The moans above her suddenly grew quiet, and she looked up to see Maud gathering up a handkerchief to her face.
“Something bothering you?”
“Juh-just—! Itchy-! Don’t stop-“ Maud rolled her hips against her hand but Sadie was just out of reach. In fact, she put her hand on her thigh to ensure there’d be no friction at all, “HhIP’sschHHIhhww!!”
“Bless you. My goodness, bless you…” Sadie bit down on her tongue feeling a pang of excitement in her abdomen, “Lose the handkerchief for me? It’s distracting you.”
“Sadie-“ She gasped, interrupted by Sadie moving forward and resting her forearm against her bare stomach. The heel of her palm pressed to her throbbing clit while her fingers delicately dragged along her folds toward her cunt. Sadie’s dark lips brushed against her ear as she fully leaned over her.
“I don’t want you muffling any of those sounds,” She cooed, her words tracing against her like the fine feathers she always wore, “From here on out, you don’t hold back anything, do you understand?”
“Mmhm…” Maud answered with a liquidy sniffle, “Oh, dear, you’re wearing perfume…”
“I always am.”
“The scent will linger on the sheets…”
“Well then that would be my parting gift, I hope you and Mr. Kyrios have a fun time…”
Maud coughed a little before gasping vocally, eager to please. On the third gasp, a raspy sneeze forced its way out.
“HHEh!! hh-!AdtsschHHhehw!!”
Her sex suddenly clenched and Sadie had to suck in a breath to keep from giving a remark. Her middle finger was just by her opening, and the thought of slipping into Maud’s needy cunt was becoming more and more appealing.
Slowly at first, with a fingerpad pressing against it. The slickness covered her knuckles. Maud’s chest was heaving and she could see those pale blue eyes eyeing her with uncertainty as she pressed her lips to her sternum, leaving a bright red lipstick mark. Her skin was so warm, so thin too. She could feel the flesh just underneath, aching, yearning for her tongue. She gave another kiss on her breast, lips then parting so she could drag her warm tongue over that sensitive nub. Maud moaned again, voice hoarse.
“Feeling warmer yet?” She hummed, sighing heavily at the spot just above her nipple. A single strand of saliva strung from her lips. Glancing up, she had failed to notice, but there was a similar string of mess attached to Maud’s red lips. She could see her poor nose, her flaring nares. The way they twitched, with the light illuminating them from behind in a casting of warm pink. She smiled against her skin as her fingers pushed into her.
To her surprise, Maud’s nostrils flared as she scrunched her eyes shut with a pleasured moan. She saw them flaring again; perhaps, she figured, a reaction to pleasure.
“Good, very good-“
“HaAH’AtzzshhHHIhww!!”
“Mmh-!hhah, bless you, Maud, my goodness…!”
Her muscles had clenched around Sadie’s fingers, sending jolts of arousal right through her. The heat from inside her feverish body was intoxicating, and Sadie felt a certain frustration in her own chest as she trailed her tongue over Maud’s collar. The sneeze had been aimed at her shoulder, and Sadie felt her collarbones and chest tense and relax as she came back down from the sudden movement.
Moving her fingers caused a series of breathy gasps as Maud clenched right onto the bedsheets, rocking against the firm yet smooth joint of her wrist. Her clit throbbed, and every pulse was mirrored in the way she tensed around her fingers.
“I can’t stop sneezing—!” Maud gasped with an embarrassed whine, “I-It’s dizzying…!”
“Probably because all the blood is rushing to your head,” Sadie chuckled, watching her hitch and hitch again; loudly too, as requested. Her chest trembled, “Best to get it out of your head, though! Not bad for a quick fuck…!”
Not bad at all! She could see Maud’s brows furrowing, a sign of concentration, of deliberate yearning. Best help her along…!
She pressed the meat of her palm to her clit, letting her grind against her as the tips of her fingers continued to tease and stroke her from the inside. Maud’s gasping grew noisier, higher in pitch.
With a sudden movement, she raised her head and buried it in Sadie’s neck. Her breath felt cold against the flushed skin of her shoulder. Maud’s nostrils trailed against her skin, leaving a light streak before a wet gasp brought her away.
Quite like the perfume she was so sensitive to, Sadie felt the spritz of moisture against her collar. Hot and heavy though, half muffled in place of a proper handkerchief. A sudden groan cut her off and there was a pulse that squeezed at her fingers. Warmth overcame her, and as she brought her fingers out, a wave of slickness quickly followed.
“That felt good, didn’t it?” She hummed, amused. Hearing her breathing slow, Sadie put her hand on Maud’s breasts. She felt so plump, achy and full in her hands in the aftermath. With a cold, a head high was probably more beneficial than not, and a sense of pride lingered as she watched Maud’s brows relax, “Alright there…?”
“Mmhn…”
She sat back, folding her legs beside her and feeling the soft bedding. Maud was still twitching with her legs lazily strewn over the bed, but she didn’t dare interfere. The poor girl needed a moment.
“Don’t suppose you would like a cigarette…?” Sadie chuckled, retrieving the one that was brought out earlier from the edge of the mattress, “Let me light that for you, darling.”
“N-no, no, I need to just…none for me,” Maud coughed, her lashes parting to reveal tired but thoroughly adoring eyes, “I’m a bit too preoccupied…”
“You sound like it,” Sadie chuckled again, rubbing her leg, “Now that I’ve got you in bed, how about I make some breakfast, hm? Breakfast in bed?”
“You needn’t trouble yourself-“
“I think I will! You look awfully tired to be up and about! I don’t think either of us want to go back and forth at this convincing game, Maud, let’s not kid ourselves now!”
That earned a sleepy snicker of acknowledgement. Maud batted her lashes again before sighing and gesturing with her hand that she resigned. Sadie stood up, triumphant.
“Good…! I’ll fetch you a wet cloth to tidy up, and then I’ll get started,” Sadie glanced down the hall. She would wash up too, of course, “Anything else for you?”
“No thank you…”
“Very well, Maud. Stay here, rest up.”
She bent down, taking both sides of the robe and carefully covering her up to stay warm. A kiss was planted on her cheek before she made her exit, gathering a set of matches to light that smoke on the way out.
She’d be going home a bit later than usual, but for now, she knew she was satisfied. Making breakfast, bringing pleasure, surely she couldn’t see it as anything else than doing a good deed, being a Good Samaritan. Such is the life of the city nocturnals.
Heya guys in need of commission work to pay bills once more!! Come dm me for a slot or just reblog this to share it! I do require aid! So anyone kind enough to help out would be very much appreciated.
Randomly made a wav because I was bored, and also have a headache which sometimes gets better after a few sneezes. Not this time though, so Ibuprofen it is. But at least I did a thing. 😆
Keep the volume down, I was pretty close to my phone when recording.
