Hello! I’m Valerie, or Val for short I’m 19 and bisexual and I draw sometimes, might post scenarios, ideas, wavs, etc..
I have mostly been a lurker on snzblr except for reposting other than some old stuff I deleted because I was in a relationship (and thought it’d be wrong to have up idk) but ermm I’m single again so I’m hoping to be more active especially after April once I’m on summer break.
sneeze on me while you apologize between sneezes for being such a mess and tell me all about how embarrassed you are that you keep sneezing on me but you just can't help it, the sneezes are coming too fast, and you can't catch them in time
holdback scenario,, spritzing tiny spritzes of perfume on someone's nose, seeing how many spritzes they can handle before they sneeze... even better if the person has claimed they're not allergic/sensitive to perfume-
"Is it a kink or a fetish?" a secret third thing where if somebody even just says 'I need a tissue' in the right voice around me all the blood rushes to my head and I pass out immediately
need someone to climb into my lap and wrap their legs and arms around me as they sneeze and sneeze into my shoulder, soaking my clothes, but they get off on their sneezes too so they can't help but rut into me with every release
I started noodling at this drabble way back in July as an experiment with second person perspective. I couldn't really figure out where to go with it, though, so I decided that maybe it's fine as is. Slightly nsfw. Please do not reblog to non-kink blogs, minors DNI.
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"I don't... have to sneeze."
His hands slide a little further along your outer thighs, his fingertips twitching as they just barely skirt the swell of your ass. Your knees press into the crease of the couch, bookending his hip bones. You hover over his lap, and you can tell by that grip slowly traveling up your legs and the bulge that's starting to tent his jeans that he wants nothing more than to pull you right against him. At the moment, however, something else requires his full concentration.
"I don't h-have to snhh— t-to sneeze."
"Hmm, no?"
You give the feather in your hand another lazy twirl in his left nostril and are rewarded by a twitching flare. Your other hand snakes through his hair, your nails grazing his scalp as you flex your fingers.
"Could've fooled me," you coo.
He sniffles and pants, opening his eyes to look at you as a tear crests one corner to leave a glistening trail down his cheek.
"M-my nose r-really wahhnts to... b-but... but I don't... hh... don't h-have to..."
Cheeky. He knows how much you love it when he says shit like that. His nose wants it. A purr sounds in your throat, but you only give him a slow nod.
"Ohh, I see. Well, if your poor nose wants it that badly..."
You push the feather in a little deeper.
"Wai- nono- hih-hehh!"
His eyes snap closed, brows pinching together. His chest shudders with a staccato of rapid hitches, culminating in a strangled whine as he teeters on the edge. He barely manages it, but he is successful in holding back, and that pent-up breath is released in a relieved, albeit shaky, sigh. Your smirk is catlike.
"Mm, well done."
He shivers at your praise, hips bucking just enough to brush his erection against you.
"I s-said I dihihhdn't have t-to sn-... to snehheeze- hih! Nngh, oh God..."
"Riiight."
You retract the dampened feather ever so slowly, relishing each little scrunch and wriggle and flare as his nose struggles against the teasing. He gives a hard, wet sniffle. It's not the only thing hard and wet.
You take a moment to lower yourself and grind against him briefly, enough to make him moan with desire and a hint of impatience. You lean in close, and he lifts his chin, but instead of connecting your lips with his, you brush them against the tip of his nose.
"Mmnh,” he whines, “that tih-tickles..."
"Aw, your nose is so sensitive right now, isn't it?”
“It's a-always sehhehnsitive.”
He sniffs again with urgency. A lovely pink flush has already spread around his nostrils and is creeping up his nose. More color rises in his cheeks.
“That's true. Hmhmm, my sweet, sensitive darling…”
You grab a clean, dry feather from the side table and lift it to his right nostril, brushing the fluffy fibers gently along the outside rim. The sound he makes is so delicious it sends a jolt straight to your groin.
“Oh p-please— mmnh!”
You lick your lips, anticipation stoking the fire in your belly.
“What's that? Something you need?”
He shakes his head slightly, which achieves little aside from brushing his irritated nose across the feather.
“N-no, I do- I d-don't ha- hah-hihahH! hhhave t-t-to- sn- sne-heh sneeze!”
“No? Are you sure?” You draw the words out in a sultry taunt as you slip the tip of the feather inside his nostril to prod the inflamed, ticklish flesh.
He opens his mouth, but all that comes out is a desperate whine punctuated by fluttering hitches. Ah, what a wonderfully oversensitive nose this man has. He's reaching his limit.
“Come on, love.” You soften your voice with a thread of tender compassion. “You can say it.”
He manages to crack one eye, both now streaming tears.
A triumphant grin spreads across your face as you lean in again, your fingers in his hair tightening their grip.
“Hmm? You're gonna…?”
“Sneh-hehheeze!”
The feather pushes deeper, and it's over. His chest expands as his lungs draw deep.
“Heh! HEH! HEHHT’CHIEW!”
His head snaps forward, guided by your hand behind his head so that he sneezes right into your chest. The force of it against your skin is so harsh it makes your legs astride him clamp down on his hips as your toes curl.
He lifts his head and fixes you with a glassy gaze, eyes red and lashes dotted with tiny, crystal drops. The moment doesn't last long, and in the next his eyes are screwing closed again, his lungs already pulling in another shuddery breath.
“Heh’ISSHhiew! HEHHSHhieww! I-I- I can't- hh’TCHIEW! ’TCHIEW! ’TCHIEW!”
You hold him close as his sneezing turns fittish. Sharp outbursts mist your chest.
“Ohh, that's it. Let it all out, sweetie.”
He presses himself into your shoulder, your neck. His nose twitches against your skin as he is wracked by sneeze after sneeze after sneeze with hardly room for breath.
“I know you can't, sweetheart.” The feather, no longer needed, is cast aside. Your free hand then goes to his back, stroking up and down along his spine as the force of his hitches flutters against your palm. “Don't worry. I've got you. Just let it all out.”
“M-my n-nose is s-so tih- so tih-hihh! T-t-hih-hehh-HEH! HETSSHIEW! HEH’SSSHIEW! HEHH-TCHIEWW! HEH-ISSHIEW-ISSHIEW-ISSHIEW-ISSHIEW! -Snnf- Nngh… huhh… ticklish… itchiew!”
He leans against you, boneless, his back heaving under your hand as he pants and gasps, your touch gentle as you continue running your fingers up and down. He sniffs wetly, his nose scrunching and flaring against your shoulder.
“I… I-I couldn't… huh-hold it anymore. Mnf… issh-isshiew!” A groan buzzes against your skin as he presses his face into the crook of your neck. His somewhat muffled voice gains a pouty edge. “S-still tickly… -snnf-”
You turn and press a kiss to the side of his head. “You did the best you could, love. I know how hard it is for you to hold them back.” You glide the fingers in his hair down to lightly stroke the back of his neck, then purr in his ear:
Imagine a guy getting fucked from behind while he has a huge, tickly allergy attack. Face down against a pillow, he hitches wildly but can't stop the sneezes from bursting from his nose. He's sneezing so harshly and rapidly that his whole body keeps jerking forward and back with each desperate sneeze.
His partner barely has to thrust their hips as he sneezes and fucks himself against their cock 😊
imagine having this kink before the internet like.. i rlly don’t think I would even understand what this was without the internet 😭 and like you would have no snz content bro that would suck so hard
Me when men ummm me when. Me when a man um when men when they… when man has a nose and uhhh and ummmmmmm and he and he sneezes with it and and and he might even have allergies
Do I need to go back to therapy or do I just need a beautiful woman to wrap her arms around my neck, sneeze forcefully into my chest, and then make brownies with me?
