Nothing like some induced sneezes in a cute hoodie to cure an itchy nose (brought to you by me spraying too much scented body spray and just suffering because my nose may itch but it needs coaxing to sneeze lol)
CW: Mess, noseblow, lots of nose wiping, nose rubbing
a sneeze, snot dribbling onto my thigh & a little thigh pat
Showing you a string of snot dribbling out of my nose after a sneeze and giving my thigh a little smack as a little treat for waiting so long for the vid today, and also to gauge if you guys like it ~
Hi my lovelies!! I finally had my house to myself, and what better way to spend my time than to induce and record a video for yall? These sneezes were absolutely huge for me, and there was a LOT of spray (not sure if it’s visible, but trust me it was there). Anyway, I hope yall enjoy!!
Contains: sneezing (mostly uncovered), swearing, nose blowing
(inspired by this post, I've had the basic premise for this written for like a week. it was supposed to be quick and dirty...so it is! it's shorter than feels usual by now. ref for Lilli, still have none for Charlotte, who often enjoys teasing the girls in this way. enjoyyy!)
"Wh-what-?" Lilli recoiled from the feather, scrunching her lips upward and knuckling her nose with a thick red glove. Charlotte reached forward and pulled her hand back, eliciting a confused, teary-eyed look from Lilli.
"What are you-?"
"Shh. I am concentrating." That was a silly question anyway, and Lillia realized it only now. The princess was trying to make her sneeze. This she understood.
She didn't understand why.
After all the time spent fitting her in this gown--she'd evidently told the nice young lady in charge of dressing the adventurers to make it as hard for Lilli to move around in it as possible; at the very least, based on the thickness of her petticoat, that was how it seemed to Lilli--after all the time spent doing up her hair, and applying various powders to her face which she was told to avoid touching, Charlie had produced a long, white feather.
Lillia assumed she was being asked to partake again in some formal official event or what have you, in which she'd essentially be presented like some prized possession of the royal family. She'd be asked to demonstrate some great feat of strength (something easy enough even in this dress, though she'd be a little sweaty for the rest of the event), then she'd have to sit and make polite conversation with nobles or whoever until it concluded.
Truth be told, she was dreading it, so anything else seemed preferable.
Yes, Lillia was expecting to take part in an event.
The princess certainly had one planned.
But that was exactly what Lilli was confused about.
"Hh-hgH-!...H-highness, my...my gown...!"
Her feather danced teasing little circles in both of her nostrils, twirling puffs of a certain white powder, which even Lilli, for all her strength, couldn't resist. Her eyes shut tightly, more of a wince than anything, the tickle intense and overpowering.
"I know! Your gown is soooo beautiful, isn't it?"
The princess used her other hand to grope her knight's breast, the feather continually stabbing at the edge of Lilli's nostrils, never quite enough to truly make her sneeze. Just enough to itch like mad.
She sniffled, hard, her mouth falling open as more powder made its way deeper into her sinuses.
"W-wai-wait-I-!" She tries to slacken her scrunching cheeks, to open her shut, wet eyes, and, without actually touching her nose, she tried to alleviate the tickle, pushing Charlie's hand to the side and wiggling it back and forth as best she can.
The feather reappeared in seconds.
"Hands to your sides, please. It's unladylike to fuss like that." The word unladylike struck Lillia like lightning, turning the twisting mess of feelings in her chest from anxiety over both the event and the gown being ruined to disappointing the princess.
"And it's impolite to hold in a sneeze like that, dear...and especially impolite to hold in multiple sneezes, the way you're doing."
Lilli's mouth shuts, a short whine filling the space between them.
"Here." The feather slides the rest of the distance up with little effort, and its effect is immediate; pink lips become white teeth and a red tongue, sharpened fangs especially prominent from the angle Charlie has below her.
A gloved finger enters her mouth briefly, brushing over top of each point.
"Let me help."
Up to the stalk in, the princess gives her feather a good, quick twist, releasing a cloud of the irritating powder onto every open surface in Lilli's nose. Each particle prickled like a tiny flame, lining every nerve in her nose with a burning feeling no matter where she turned.
Her hands balled into thick fists, then loosened, then tightened again, held stiff at her sides, her mouth alternately gaping open and crashing together as she attempts to grit her teeth and bear the excruciating tickle that made her nose run.
"I'm g-hihH-gonna-! I'm gonna s-sneeze, and, and-!" Her voice rose in pitch to desperate highs as the need to sneeze overwhelmed all thought in her head with one goal, much as she fought.
"Yes. You are going to sneeze. Good job!" The princess hadn't stopped smiling, not that Lilli could see that. Her breath hitched with increasing urgency, but Charlie finally decided this was taking too long.
"Your poor little nose just can't handle my delicate little feather. It tickles horribly, doesn't it?" Lilli breathlessly nods.
"I thought so. You're so itchy, huh?" Her hand presses in along her chin, then her cheek, then her forehead, her brow...over, along to her lips again. Everywhere but her nose.
"Hgngh-! P-please!"
She smirked.
"Go on, then."
And slid the feather all the way up her other nostril.
"W-wai-hGHhH-?!"
She doesn't have a handkerchief, or, or, a napkin, or--
"There you go, love. That's a good look for you." She'll ruin-her, her dress, her makeup, her-
"AhH-! HHaAhgh-! hHhieehHHH-!" A final twitch. And...
"hEEHhp-PTTCCCHhuuuu! Eh-hEH-TSCHHHUuu-! EhGktSCCHHEew! heHh-hEHH-!" Despite her objections, her gloved arms remain locked at her sides as she sneezed and sneezed and sneezed for her, spewing out the feather, progressively more powder, spray, and, as the fit gathered steam, a not insignificant amount of mess.
"Wowww, you really needed that, huh? Gods, bless you." The princess certainly didn't seem to mind it, but Lilli's cheeks were bright red.
Finally, finally, the fit subsided, and Lilli went from gasps and big throaty sneezes to sniffles and the occasional whispered "-tchhuu!" Not that it mattered. She didn't need to open her eyes to know it was a disaster.
"M-muh...my makeup...! My..."
"Oh, come now. You look beautiful. Charlie cupped her chin, feeling warmth spread through her fingers, smile only growing as she took note of her runny nose dripping onto her upper lip.
Lilli cuts short a whimper, unable to bear the thought of ruining the princess's fine...
She opened her eyes to find a full length mirror showing her in all her ruin, leading her to turn shamefully and shut her eyes again.
"Lillia. Dear heart." She pulled her around again, fixing her head in place once more.
"Open your eyes. You look beautiful like this."
She does so, ignoring the urge to shudder and disappear into her hands. Her stomach twists, and she threatens to cry in earnest seeing great grey and black streaks running down her cheeks. Never mind the fair amount of fluid staining the front of her...
"Your outfit has only been improved."
She turns, as though startled, and her eyebrows twitch in confusion.
"I prefer you like this. Helplessly, desperately sneezy is a good look on you." As if to punctuate, the redhead's face suddenly scrunched into another tiny sneeze.
"Wh...? Th-the ball, or...!"
"What ball?" Event, something. Surely she hadn't put her in this dress, all this work, just to...?
"We have nowhere to be, darling. So you just focus on pleasing me. Okay?"
thinking about a very hayfeverish person having a massive uptick of sexual confidence upon learning about their partner's fetish. before, they were convinced that every sneeze was anywhere from a mundane inconvenience to a deeply unfortunate event; now, they're downright smug and sparkling, knowing just how wanted they are every time.
giving head was once a timed and delicate enterprise, now it's a free-for-all; the timidness in their movements is gone, and they're pulling their partner as close as one can get, taking care of them in return without worry. they're experimenting, talking dirty, and having fun with the ordeal of their sniffles and sneezes. it's new, but it's sticking the landing shockingly well, because it's coming from somewhere genuine.
even outside of intimacy, they've got this brand new self-assured glow.
the questions keep coming. "so, wait, between my sneeze and [x]'s sneeze, whose is better?" they ask clandestinely out of nowhere, smirking as they do, because they already know the answer.
their partner is mystified that it turned out like this. on one hand... lovingly, when are they going to un-fixate from this subject? they're so enamored, teasing about it constantly and doing their own terrifying research...
on the other hand, their partner remembers the first night they spent together. how they painfully stifled every fit, constantly pulled away, swore under their breath, and untangled themselves free at four AM to go blow their nose with the tap running.
they can be as smug as they want to be. if it keeps them bundled up and held through the night, there are no stupid questions.
(something odd and self-indulgent i've been meaning to write for a while, and then stopped, and then started, and then stopped, and then started. the scene popped into my head and i kinda got into a flow state for a section of this. this is SUPER NSFW. sex is literally a word in the first sentence. visual refs for my girls are here.)
there's really nothing quite like that moment right after sex is interrupted. it was definitely different to the feeling you get during it being interrupted, but...like, kinda similar? like there's still shame there. the same sorta flighty, anxious feeling in your chest. but, like...it was different.
it was like an aftertaste. afterfeeling? is that a word?
celeste isn't sure, but she knows thinking about that is less awkward than actually thinking about what she's feeling right now.
there really is nothing she can compare it to.
your wrists bound above your head loosely, your shirt pulled up to your chin, and your bra removed, pulled up and around--that's the knot tied around your hands, a gesture that initially made you bite the inside of your cheek to avoid laughing. you could probably get out of it if you wanted, but...
your body vulnerable, exposed to open air, waiting; your eyes shifting uncomfortably from one thing to another, while your partner stands in the other room, trying to get over the...interruption. she'd stumbled out in a panic without untying you. again, not like it was tight, but...
yeah, well, maybe this awkward feeling is a touch more unique than your typical sexual indiscretion: for one, nobody barged in. this was exclusively between her and her. for two...well, it was...her fault, maybe, technically. she shrugs her shirt back down, at least.
i mean, it wasn't like this was the first time a new perfume had set her off like this, but it was just-! it smelled so subtle! celeste could barely smell it, how could juno possibly be that badly affected by it?
"Hhnn-eEESHHIEW-!" celeste cringes, practically able to feel the soreness of her throat from the harshness of her sneeze. high pitched, but scratchy. she sighed.
okay, yeah, this was definitely a low point for her.
in fairness, who would've predicted this?
the first thing juno did when she walked in the door was to wrap her arms around her shoulders from behind, leaning in toward her hair. celeste laid a hand against hers, plucking a piece of lint from her shirt...she leaned her head back, closing her eyes, and juno's thumbs were digging into her shoulder blades. she hadn't even been thinking about it.
it all just sort of happened, the same way winding down for the night turns into sleeping; the same way taking a few shots turns into hurling dinner into some guy's bushes, juno and celeste tumbled from quiet, wordless intimacy, into increasingly frantic sex. long day for both of them. they wanted a long night to follow. kissing and licking and biting and-
it was only AFTER juno had gotten through the foreplay of tying her up; slowly, salaciously pressing her fingers across sensitive, soft flesh as she maneuvered her bra off, up, over, around, and...and leaned in to plant another kiss on her lips. she then leaned her head further down, pressing a kiss onto her chin, onto her jaw, onto her neck, onto...
and that was it.
juno's breath tickled as it passed over the nape-and she recoiled suddenly, a hand flying up to squish her nose into her wrist, a sudden gasp ripping through her-- "hH-?!" --almost like she was in pain, just barely managing to keep herself under control as she fumbled (and tumbled) backwards against the bed. "Wh-what's wrong?" celeste mumbled, hands instinctively pulling at her bonds.
"...It's n-" a squeak escaped from her wrist, her eyes tightening shut. "...n-nothhh-ihh-!" the rest of the breath escaped in a wheeze, followed by a cough, trying to squish and rub her nose into submission. "Nuh-...nothing. It's...-snf- nothing." she grit her teeth, stubborn.
on the surface, it looked like she'd regained control of her nose, but both of them knew it was a temporary victory. she could almost imagine the burning feeling...it looked so red...she...wouldn't be able to hold it in forever.
the most obvious indicator to celeste was that far off look in her eyes, which didn't seem to leave. "There's...um." her eyes were normally so intense. harsh. piercing. "There's some...tissues, in the drawer of my bedside table..." that almost sounded like instructions. like a command.
celeste bit her lip.
maybe it was the way her hands had drifted around her underarms when pulling up her shirt, maybe it was the attention she'd paid her breasts as she worked the bra off, maybe it was the fact that she was currently lying on the bed, sweaty, tied up, tits out, with her saliva on her neck, but she certainly was aroused, and the only thing she could think of was how beautiful juno looked right now. how cute.
how weak she looked.
...yeah, okay, maybe she's just very horny. it wasn't like this was the first time she'd felt this way around this, but...well, still.
juno paused, before scoffing, scowling, and leaning over her towards the drawer.
fine, she seems to say. she sniffles, reaching, and- "hnnNNGSHIEWWw-!" without warning is overcome by the first sneeze, her entire chest shaking with the exertion. laying where she was, celeste felt the exertion of juno's body as it bucked in time with it. felt the flex of her chest. her abs. the way everything else seemed to bend inwards, towards...
"Sorry," breathless and sweaty, before- "-nNNSHHIEWww...!" bending double again, finally grabbing a tissue from- "nNN-hHyi-EHSHHHIEW!...urgh..." each and every little breath, sniffle--every little movement of her face as it twitched and tightened--every little detail of each sneeze was on full display for celeste, up close, personal, and unavoidable.
a quiet scream died in her mouth before it could make it to the air. she pursed her lips.
she felt like she was short-circuiting. wide-eyed, sweaty-palmed, and tingly all over. unfortunately receptive to touch.
and even after juno rose, reddening nose buried in a tissue, celeste felt like she had a perfect mold of her body spasming and jerking around as she sneezed against her chest over and over and over and...
...b-buh-!
body! celeste's body. her body. sneezed with her body against hers, not against her...not into her chest, pressing...every...
celeste whined as juno left, nonverbally protesting borh her decision to leave her like this, and her own thoughts.
"I'll...be right back." she sounded almost startled. celeste swears she can see tears in her eyes.
and now, all to herself, celeste can't stop thinking about it. about her.
...hhhggggghhhhsdfdsrhgjuno get back out here i need you so bad-
speak of the devil, and she shall appear, sniffling wetly, still scrubbing at her (increasingly crimson) nose, trying her hardest not to appear embarrassed. which lights celeste on fire.
"So," she leads, "new perfume."
"...yeah, sorry..."
Snf.
"Right. Well. I..." she trailed off, and celeste held her breath. was she going to-?
"...sorry." what. she clears her throat.
"Sorry. I don't think I can...I mean, if I just avoid that one spot, maybe..." ...oh, right, she still hasn't told her this is driving her crazy. and for once she hasn't picked up on the heavy lust in her eyes. no, she's...
"L-...listen. It's...fine." she's too in her own head. juno sighs, not knowing what she wants to-
"It was...kinda...hot?" that last word was whispered, but juno heard it anyway. her eyes widen. Snf.
"...what?" genuine bewilderment, which is not something she hears from juno often. she bites back laughter again, though whether it's at her or at herself, she doesn't know.
"You sneezing, I mean." she managed to avoid stuttering. she seemed damn near confident in herself. that is, until she shrinks inwards slightly and adds "L-like, it's...that was sexy. That was really really hot."
"..."
"..."
juno is not sure what to do with this information.
celeste is immediately regretting sharing this information.
"...So..." juno starts. celeste looked up expectantly.
"...so?"
"...so...do you...d'you want me to-?" celeste's mind flickers and heat fills her chest.
she bites her lip, nodding enthusiastically, and juno is amazed. whether at her or herself, she doesn't know.
...well, it wasn't like it was particularly painful to her, or anything. it was just...
she leans in, reaching for her chin, their faces inches apart.
...it was different. but that was why she liked celeste, wasn't it? different.
"...Alright then...let's go." whispered against her ear. celeste gasps, and juno's lips press against hers hungrily.
it was slow to start, but they quickly regained steam.
lips locking becomes a spit trail becomes handfuls of hair becomes more kissing becomes a hand down her pants. juno nips at celeste's ear, and she moans as 2 fingers press up and down around her perineum. celeste grips the mattress with her hands, digging her nails in. she bites her lip.
"...C-can y...you..." breathless, celeste stumbles through not enough words, but juno knows anyway. still, she can't help but tease.
she inhales slowly through her nose, sniffing up against her cheek, against her ear, against her hair...
"Can I what?" she doesn't smile, but celeste can tell she's amused. her head lightens.
"Use your words."
"...p...please..." it's almost a moan.
"Please what?" her voice rumbled inside her chest, rolling out long, slow; it's velvet against her eardrums, and celeste just remembers to breathe.
"...Please sneeze for me." ...There you go.
"All you had to do was ask." there is, admittedly, something very awkward, and very silly about this. but when juno looks down, celeste is gazing up expectantly, and she can't help herself, really.
...she isn't sure what, if anything, would actually constitute foreplay in this situation. does she sniffle, pretend she needs to blow her nose?
i mean, she doesn't really need more. in fact, celeste would probably prefer less right now based on her expression.
still, she teases.
if sneezing is a need for celeste, teasing is a need for juno.
she leans in, burying her nose in celeste's hair, one hand massaging her inner thigh. she squirms as juno takes a deep breath in, tickling up the top of her back.
juno blinks, hard.
Fuck.
she cringes as the perfume invades her nostrils again, despite her attempt to avoid it. too close. and the scent traveled upwards, obviously.
"Oh-uh-ghh-" a series of undignified noises fell from juno's lips, and celeste bit hers again.
"What's the matter?" her voice was sharp, sharper than either of them were expecting, and for some reason that made both of their hearts leap.
"Ih-it's..." was it hotter to try and deny it, or to announce it to her? when in doubt, she fell on old habits.
"It's...nothing...ih-!" this much was manageable, but that wasn't what celeste wanted. in a second she w-
"No. You need to sneeze."
Huh? Wait-
no, there was no waiting. celeste twisted around, forcing juno's pale nose into the freckled nape of her neck.
"iiIIH-!"
"Let me help you." breathy, quiet, and desperate. oh, and juno has to sneeze, too. she attempts to pull back, but celeste turns her head to kiss her cheek, burying juno's nostrils deeper in the scent.
it certainly had its intended effect.
"hHIUHH-NGGSCHHEWWwww-! hHhnNNNGSCHHHH! Ugh...hH-!" juno just managed to free herself and turn to the side as two massive sneezes buckled her at the waist. celeste watched what spray she could see with great interest.
"Hhgh-hHuhh-! hHhMMSCHHEWw...!" it seemed like no matter how she turned her head, more of it somehow invaded her nostrils. her nose was all ablaze, and she felt tears fall down her cheeks. "gGHIHH-SCHEWW! Guh..."
"Don't do that."
"Wh-hH-?!
"Don't turn away. I want to see you." celeste's face was red. redder than juno's seen in a while. "Please."
her voice drifted through a weird up and down between commanding and whining. juno wasn't sure how to feel, but didn't have time to think about it. her mouth wouldn't shut, despite multiple attempts to clamp down on it. her nose was just too tickly...
"B-buhhh-" she coughs, sniffling in frustration as she knuckles her nose, eyes still half-lidded.
"Don't rub it. Don't cover it."
"But-b-I-...I wuh-" celeste's arms drop from above, still tangled, but she wanted to pull juno closer anyway.
"I'd b-be sneezing o-hh-! On you-!" the tickle reaches fever pitch, and juno's eyes shut.
"...Yes." what else is she meant to say? "Sneeze on me."
she doesn't have the time to protest.
"hHHHUHH-NNGGTSSCHHEWWWwww-! nnNNGGSCHH-! -SCHHewww-uh-sCHhh-!" sneeze after tickly sneeze forced themselves out of juno's poor nose, initially directed towards celeste's face, but after a quick push, pull, and reorientation, celeste buried juno's pale nose into her cleavage. as if there was any doubt that she was enjoying this, celeste pressed up with her crotch into juno's thigh.
"Juno…"
"hHH-MMGSSCHHEWWWwww-! -mMMNSHH…! hiHh-!" her nose felt cold against celeste's skin. juno struggled not to cough, the feeling of warmth and softness pleasant against the burning feeling in her nostrils. this much juno understood. there wasn't much better than a face full of tits, even if she was covering them with snot and spray. if she could've gotten a hold of herself for enough time, she would've taken a mouthful of nipple.
"nhiHhh-! hH-HHH…!" celeste stared down with a blank expression, watching as juno's face continued to buckle and contort under the tickle.
it was dying down, not that her nose felt any better.
"Ihh-! It's s-stuck…" preferably not that. not that celeste minded. her eyes widened.
more tears fell down juno's face as she tried to will it forward while simultaneously not using her hands…she was usually in the lead, but couldn't deny the urge to follow celeste's command to the letter. this whole thing feels unusual, and she's not sure what to think. not that she can think of much but how much her nose is tickling.
a stuck sneeze was a decidedly unsexy feeling for juno. the same cannot be said for her partner.
"Hey," her hands slipped from her bra easily, cupping juno's chin with one, and gently rubbing the bridge of juno's nose with the other. "Let me help."
"hHGhuhh-! hNhuHH-!" she pants, desperate, helpless, putty in celeste's hands. the feeling is immediate, intense, and uncomfortable. she really isn't sure how to feel about it, and she has no time at all to consider it.
celeste purses her lips. her face, if possible, has gotten redder.
"…I'll help you sneeze…"
"hhHHHh…!"
"…if you help me cum."
"HghHUHhh-! hH-!?" her hands stop, and juno is left in an agonizing sneezy limbo.
"P-plea-hH-!"
"Mm-mm. Come on. Be a good girl."
…juno is learning a lot about herself today.
celeste's voice is a strange mix of commanding and needy. more sultry than she's ever heard it, and it makes her heart pound.
she can't hold the whine in this time, fingers forging past her pantyline to find celeste's cunt while blinking heavily, trying to move her nose without touching it.
she seizes up as juno makes contact, pointer and middle clumsily pressing inside; celeste screwing up her face before promptly moving her own hand again.
juno grunts as she dry humps celeste, grinding her pussy against celeste's body, unable to hold herself back. whether it's the way celeste has her bent, face full of her tits, or maybe it's because she is actually developing this kink in real time, or maybe it's just because she's been pent up all day, neither of them know, but this is, thankfully, doing it for her.
and by god, is it ever doing it.
"hHgHHhiIH-! hHUHhH…!" celeste's hand makes quick work, following the tickle and scrubbing the feeling forward; whether she realizes what she's doing or not, it's working.
"Talk to me."
"…whHHIGghh-uh-! Ab-about wha-hh-t-?" she wheezes off into a cough, despite her best efforts, but celeste doesn't mind.
"Tell me…how it feels." juno isn't sure where to start, but she tries.
"Ih-ihhh-! T-tuh…tickles…!"
"Poor baby…" she lowers juno's chin back down into her breasts, and strokes her hair.
"GhHH-! T-tickles so much…I-!" her face was so twitchy. she felt every little movement against her soft, freckled flesh.
so twitchy.
she kept clenching up around her fingers. juno isn't sure where she is inside her anymore, but even in her sneezy haze, she manages to find her clit.
celeste knuckles the bridge, and this time, juno seizes up.
"HmghUH-! HIUhHHhhgghhh…! I c-can't-hIH-hUhhh-! I'm-I'm gonna sneeze, I'm g-"
celeste wraps her hand around her nose, and juno loses the sneeze, despite it being…right…there…
"GHiHh-! N-no! P-please! Please, please, please…" there are real methods of torture done by real, certified professionals that don't get this kind of behavior out of her.
celeste is dripping. juno is too, in more ways than one.
"Not here. Not in my breasts. Not yet."
"I-I need t-! hNNNHUhh-!"
"Down." celeste was pushing her head, and juno finally responded, pushing herself up on her hands--and promptly being pulled back down, forced to rest just below her waist.
her belt was already off. she just needed to slip th-
"HhHH-! HUhHhhh-!"
pants, off, underwear, down, face…
"Okay. I'll help you the rest of the way, now."
hand makes contact with nose again, and juno moans at the touch, the taste of sweat and celeste still fresh on her tongue, feeling…
"Y-your p-pubihh-hHhHHH-!" celeste began in earnest, and juno lost control of her mouth again. good.
she's not supposed to talk anyway.
her ankle. little bit below her knee. her ankle again, repeatedly--finally she pushes her hand down into her own pants, giving up on dry humping celeste's leg.
"You're so beautiful, Juno…"
"HhH-Ggeh-huhHHH-" celeste presses her finger just above juno's top lip, filling both nostrils with the scent all anew. she wasn't sure if any of the scent would transfer from her neck to her hand, but…
well, it certainly seemed effective.
"gISSCHHEW! HNNGSCHEWW! -gGGESCHHEWWWWww-! HHNNNNGSCHHHH-SCHHHHHuhh…!" again and again she sneezed and she sneezed, over and over, simultaneously overwhelmed and relieved to finally get them out.
"HmGGSCHHEWWWwww-! HNNGSCHhhh…! HmFFTSCHHHHeww-hhg-!" tears spilled down her cheeks with reckless abandon as the fit picked up steam, one sneeze bending into another, into another, as celeste rode wave after wave orgasm against her spasming face.
juno somehow wasn't sure if she was cumming. it sorta felt like it? then again, her whole body was already jerking back and forth repeatedly, and the relief for each sneeze was...well, orgasmic seemed like an exaggeration, but after all that teasing, it...
her hand moved erratically below, shaking and jerking and stumbling against her inner walls, unable to stop herself on either side.
well, there's an answer. if nothing else, it felt good, and she didn't want to stop.
rising tides of pleasure coupled and mingled with rising tides of relief. both juno and celeste were right where they wanted to be, and it felt good.
never mind the twin strings of mucus tying juno's nose to celeste's perineum right now...
--
the two lay, breathless, juno's face still wedged between celeste's thighs, and celeste's fingers still running through juno's hair.
it's a long moment before either of them say anything, still basking in afterglow.
"…That was…mindblowing."
juno tries to sniffle, and instead it comes out sounding like a backed up sink, before nodding.
"…Yeah." she sounds terrible, and her nose is more congested than she thought possible, but it isn't…well, it isn't especially tickly, anymore.
celeste hummed.
"Come here." it takes a moment, but juno manages to separate herself from the forest of limbs below her, cringing as she feels mess peel back from her face, climbing up to find celeste wiping her chest down with a tissue. she goes to reach for one, and celeste grabs her wrist.
"Relax. Let me do it." …juno isn't used to this treatment, but can't deny that it's nice. either way, she feels too worn out to protest.
she sighs contentedly as celeste wipes her face down, too exhausted to really care how silly the whole thing feels, either. besides, whatever makes celeste happy.
at least, that was the thought she had in mind until celeste wrapped the tissue around her nose and pressed one nostril down.
"Blow."
"…no." it sounded more like "ndoh", but juno didn't care.
"Be a good girl."
"…I d-" …celeste waits, but there's no safeword that comes next, as she quietly, bashfully tries to clear her nose.
her cheeks redden, and celeste nearly melts from how cute she is as she stares expectantly up into her eyes.
"…other nostril?" she sounds less stuffy.
"Oh, sorry!"
--
"Urgh…" juno coughs, finally done cleaning up.
"I'm…" celeste pulls the curtain, finding nothing but a new moon and that same streetlight outside her window.
"I guess I'll shower in the morning...Stay…uh, I guess stay…away from my neck?"
"Mm. Don't wanna." juno's ready for bed. no complete sentences left in her.
"...You're gonna sneeze." she seems to consider this for a moment, before shrugging.
"Mmhh…okay."
celeste smirks, shaking her head.
"Okay you're not gonna do it, or okay you're just gonna be sneezing?"
juno shrugs, but doesn't move from her spot on her chest. celeste chuckles, a melodic sound that brings a slight smile to juno's face.
"Okay. Fine. But don't blame me if I start fingering myself when you do."
"…let's shower together." a little kiss on her chest.
Okay, so I went on a walk in the park today (which is always fun on a Very High pollen day) but it was so beautiful outside. And I saw SO MANY SNEEZES (which was definitely not a big part of the reason I went...👀)
First, there was a runner who stopped abruptly, kind of bent over with her hands on her thighs and sneezed three uncovered sneezes towards her chest - “Huhchh! Huhchh! HUHCHH!” And then just kept running again! She seemed like she was used to it - I never really thought about how much pollen your nose must suck up when running. I might use that in a fic at some point…
Then I stopped for an iced coffee and there was a woman in the queue with her friend, who sneezed a big “HAASSHHHOO!” into a tissue she seemed to be holding. Her friend blessed her, and the woman said “I can’t stop sneezing today.” Part of me wanted to pass out, but another part was kind of jealous, because for me ‘can’t stop sneezing’ means like six in a row 🤣🤣🤣
Then there was a woman on a bench who looked like she was struggling and kept rubbing her nose, but she didn’t sneeze.
By then *I* really needed to sneeze (I’d been getting by on stifles) so I decided to be brave - I went to a more secluded part of the park, sat on the grass, and let myself sneeze a few sneezes. It was away from the path, but I think there were definitely people who could hear me. And I recorded them for posterity (they’re a bit tentative because I was so self conscious I couldn’t let them out properly).
I went to see my friend this weekend - I walked because the weather was nice, which of course meant the pollen count was ‘very high’ 😱.
So obviously I arrived with a huge tickle in my nose, but I managed to ride it out with stifles. Then I walked back, and by the time I arrived home I was *desperate* to sneeze. This is about half an hour condensed down, without the gaps in between. Things built and built, and I couldn’t stop - so in the end I used a little essential oil to move things along, which turned out to be very effective!!! 🤧🤧🤧🤧
Yesterday was a lovely day, with a less than lovely pollen count, so this was me by the end of the day. Also featuring my huge, tender, premenstrual boobs, squeezed into my poor bra! Sneezing makes them feel better, at least. 🤧🤧🤧
NSFW CONTEXT BELOW. MINORS AND NON KINK BLOGS DNI.
Soooooo hi. I was supposed to take a nap. I couldn’t fall asleep so I gave up and ended up inducing with chhinkni in the shower..🫠
I’ve wanted to try this for a really long time, I just never did because I thought how different could it be…. Boy was I wrong.
Obviously I didn’t have any tissues so I was forced to let my sneezes out as they were, including some pretty harsh sneezes (for me at least) towards the end. Ergo they felt really good and I got really horny and turned on in the middle of this. For about the last minute I just rested my head against the glass shower door and let myself sneeze onto my chest and thighs, because who cares.. I was already in the shower anyway ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ so by the end of this everything was wet ;) and yeahhh you can probably guess what I did after the recording ended
Okay everyone!! This is a request from the Valentine's Day prompts in this post and the request was for 🧻 - Out of tissues, for Evelyn, as requested by @snzsanctum 🥰
Li'l bit of mess warning.
Keeping Up The Charade (f, cold)
***
Professor Evelyn Reed arrived uncharacteristically late that morning. Her posture was as aristocratic as always, she was impeccably dressed, makeup on point and hair styled to perfection. But a closer look at her revealed that her eyes were slightly glassy, and her regal nose was pink around the nostrils.
“Morning,” she said, deliberately leaving ‘good’ out of it because she was certainly not having a good morning.
“Good morning,” Professor Forsythe said, sipping her coffee. “You look tired.”
“Not surprising. I’m coming down with something,” Reed replied, her voice already raspy and thick with that ‘something’. Unlike her explosive spring allergies, which she never acknowledged, she didn’t seem to have the same issue admitting to illness. She would never admit to feeling lousy, but she would admit to the illness itself.
She went over to the coffeemaker but froze mid-step, nostrils flaring as a sneeze began to creep up on her. She raised her arm, buried her face in her sleeve, and muffled two sneezes. The outburst wasn’t soft or quiet by any means, but nor was it the window-rattling allergic eruptions that birch pollen season tickled out of her.
“Huhh-EESCCHHHuh! Hahh… AaaEESSCHHHew!”
Her head snapped forward, the second time with enough force to make her glasses slide down her nose and nearly fall off.
“Bless…”
“That’s not necessary,” she said, but without the sharpness she would dismiss a blessing when she was allergic. In fact, the sentence was spoken in a tired sigh. She pushed the glasses back up on the bridge of her nose, took out a bottle of hand sanitizer and quickly sanitized her hands before she touched the communal coffeemaker and poured the coffee.
Forsythe nodded and went back to the paper she was reading, wisely choosing not to push matters.
Still at the counter, Reed closed her eyes for a moment, her head swimming with a rising fever. Every fibre of her body had protested when she got out of bed, her throat was so tender, and her nose was filled with that prickly, almost peppery sensation that promised more sneezes were coming. The navy-blue silk scarf around her neck didn’t do much in terms of warmth, but it was still better than nothing. These buildings were always chilly this time of year, it wasn’t just the university administration’s attempts at cutting down the heating costs, even if that contributed, but it was a very old building, and the isolation was so-and-so. Normally it didn’t bother her. Today it did. She wasn’t going to let anyone know that, though.
She opened her eyes again and straightened up, taking her coffee and headed for her office to pick up some papers before she went to the lecture.
She had only reached the door when she ran into Professor Adams, her eternal pursuer. In a few years he would move on to another job, and she would get another suitor, Professor Givens… though right now she was still blissfully unaware of his existence. Adams was bad enough right now.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Evelyn,” he said, getting ready to continue with what she feared would be an invitation to dinner.
She cut him off before he could say anything else.
“It’s a dreary Thursday in February, let’s not try and make it sound more appealing than it is,” she said, sniffled, and immediately leaned into the crook of her arm to sneeze again. “Hehhh-EESCHHHuh!”
“Bless you! Did you catch the campus cold going around?”
“I ‘caught’ nothing, the correct phrase is ‘was ambushed by’,” she deadpanned and walked past him.
He sighed and walked into the lounge. Forsythe didn’t even look up, she simply said:
“Forget it, Paul. I guarantee if you try to ask her out, she’s going to demolish your entire self-confidence without even breaking a sweat.”
“Oh come on Elizabeth, I didn’t ask her out. I didn’t say anything,” he muttered.
“You said ‘Happy Valentine’s Day’ to a woman who is clearly running a fever and has to give a ninety-minute lecture on Gothic horror in ten minutes. Then you blessed her and asked whether she had a cold,” Forsythe concluded and finished her coffee. “You’ve said way too much for Evelyn’s taste already, trust me.”
Professor Reed couldn’t have agreed more.
***
She entered the lecture hall with her usual majestic composure, but the students immediately noticed the dark circles around her eyes and the pinkness around her nose that even her expensive, meticulously applied makeup couldn’t fully conceal. And even if it had, nothing could have concealed the exhausted, glassy look in her eyes.
“Wow, she looks awful,” one of the students whispered. She didn’t mean for Reed to hear, but Reed was as perceptive as always, and she may have been so stuffed up her head felt like it was jampacked with damp wool, but there was nothing wrong with her hearing.
“My physical appearance is irrelevant to the subject,” Reed said, taking a box of tissues out of her satchel and putting it next to her pile of books and papers and her mug of coffee, almost like she challenged the illness to a duel. “As is the fact that I have a cold. I assure you I am perfectly capable of teaching.”
Two of the students exchanged looks. Both remembered the time she had the flu and between raw, chesty coughing fits had told a concerned colleague in the hallway that she ‘would teach from a coffin if she had to’ rather than just cancelling class. She didn’t sound as bad now as she had that time, not by far, but she definitely didn’t sound okay.
Not that anyone would dare to question her ability either way.
Reed turned away from the class, closed her eyes again and briefly pinched her nose. It felt hot to the touch, and she was certain the light pink she hadn’t been able to completely hide with makeup had turned a darker shade of misery… most likely very clearly visible despite the makeup. The irritation was dancing in there, teasing her, constantly making her feel like she was going to sneeze. Her throat felt like she’d swallowed razors. The congestion made her head feel heavy. There was no sugar-coating it, she was sick.
And it was significantly worse now than it had been when she left home in the morning. Her cat Elliot had given her the most sceptical look he was capable of when she put on her coat, boots, and gloves, then he had turned and walked back into her bedroom, presumably making the best of the lingering warmth under the blankets. She had felt a deep surge of jealousy watching him disappear, but instead of dwelling on it, she stepped out of the door and locked it behind her.
So here she was, because the show had to go on. If she hadn't learned anything else growing up, that was it. The be-all, end-all. Even if she was starting to feel like she was only keeping up a charade, she would keep it up as long as she could.
She let go of her nose, sniffled thickly before she could stop herself, and reached for the chalk. She scribbled a few notes on the board before the prickle in her nose became too much to ignore. She grabbed a tissue from the box, folding it carefully before raising it to her face even as the sneezes teased her. She refused to rush, rushing implied she did not have control. She did have control. Well. To an extent. She had control over her loss of control.
She cupped her hands holding the folded tissue, over her nose and mouth, and took a deep, shuddering breath before allowing her cold this release.
“Bless you!” a student exclaimed. He clearly hadn’t picked up on her hostile approach to any recognition of her illness.
“No,” she said flatly, dabbed the wetness from her nose, folded the tissue over and dropped it in the bin. “We will proceed without commentary related to my health status.” She looked at the student who fell so silent he almost retracted his words from the very air. “By that I mean any commentary.”
He nodded, pale and wide-eyed. Reed’s glare lingered a few more moments to really make her point, then she steeled herself, cleared her sore throat, and began the lecture.
***
It would be ninety minutes of torture, she had known that walking in, but what she wasn’t prepared for was how much her nose was running. She did tend to get drippy, snotty colds, but usually she had to be sick longer before it reached this level. It felt like her nose was filling up faster than she could deal with it. She was grateful she had brought an entire box of tissues instead of a single travel pack, but she was starting to worry that she had made a grave tactical error in only bringing one box, and no handkerchief for backup. She only used tissues in public when she had a cold – when she had allergies she would alternate between that and a handkerchief, but with a cold she felt more comfortable if she could throw away the thing she had emptied her contagious mess into. At least around other people.
The students were watching her fight with her own body until it became a strange kind of rhythm; she froze mid-sentence, reached for a fresh tissue, sneezed into it, sometimes just once, more often twice, three or even four times, wiped her nose, dropped the used tissue in the bin, continued speaking as she took another tissue, paused only long enough to blow her nose, dabbed at her reddening nostrils, dropped the next used tissue in the bin, continued speaking. Rinse and repeat.
After a while her nose was running profusely between sneezes as well, and she found herself having a tissue in her hand all the time, dabbing, wiping, even just pressing against her sore nostrils in a vain attempt at placating the itch.
She looked miserable, and among the students were a strange mix of horror, sympathy, and not least fascination. How much longer could she do this? She looked like she was getting sicker by the minute.
There was another thing too. Reed didn’t look at the tissue box, it was as if she tried to not acknowledge that she needed it even as she reached for a fresh tissue, but the students did look. And they saw how fast it was depleting.
“… and the great tragedy of Jekyll is not that he….” Her breath caught in her throat, which was so tender that her eyes teared up for a moment, and she reached for the tissues once more, unknowingly taking the very last tissue out of the box. She sneezed heavily into this final Kleenex, blew her nose only to interrupt herself with a second sneeze mid-blow, before she was able to gather herself enough to finish and drop the tissue into the bin, where a snowy mountain of already discarded Kleenexes had built up.
True to habit she continued speaking right where she left off, as if the sneezes didn’t happen at all;
“… unleashes Hyde, but that he believes he can do so without consequence… snrfff… Hyde is not the opposite of Jekyll, he is Jekyll without the mask. Snrrk… uh…” the small sound was something between a sigh and a moan, and sounded far more pitiful than anything she’d normally allow herself in a lecture hall, but she couldn’t help it. She was fighting the cold, but she was increasingly worried that the cold was winning.
Her nose was still running, and she reached out to take another tissue from the box. This time her fingertips only hit cardboard at the bottom. She froze, a brief look of panic flickered in her eyes as she withdrew her hand.
“Well. That’s unfortunate,” she said so quietly that it was only audible to the students in the first row. They knew she said it to herself, not for them to interact, sympathise, or try to help her out. They may have wanted to, but they knew how she reacted to that.
Inwardly she cursed, creative sulphur-oozing expletives that she would never utter out loud, as she realised she had been so certain that an entire box of tissues would last her all day that she hadn’t even brought a backup handkerchief.
Outwardly, all that was noticeable of her fearful fury was that her jaws tightened for a moment.
She sniffled thickly, offended herself by the very sound she made, but it was a matter of desperate times and desperate measures. She despised sniffling, but currently the only alternative was to let her nose run down her upper lip, and that was not an alternative she was going to choose.
But the sniffling only made the nasal irritation worse, and a sneezy expression already began to form on her face again, her elegant, regal features pulling into a look of itchy, tickly need.
Still, she pressed on, her voice getting raspier with each sentence.
“One might say that Jekyll is not a tragic victim at all, but rather a hypocrite… snnfff… wanting to indulge in vice…. snrrfff… without paying a moral… hahh… price…”
Her voice rose in pitch the further into the sentence she got, and she couldn’t hold it back anymore. Without tissues, she was again forced to do the socially correct but visually dreadful thing of sneezing into her elbow. She had hated it from the moment it became the norm and never warmed up to it, but keeping the cold viruses to herself instead of sharing them far and wide was nevertheless the choice she would have to make.
She turned slightly to the side and leaned into the crook of her arm, breath hitching several times as her eyelids fluttered shut.
She kept her eyes closed for a moment longer, her eyelashes wet with irritated tears, as she could feel a fourth sneeze deep within her nose, teasing her, but eventually deciding to keep speaking until it came rather than playing hide-and-seek with it and look like an idiot.
“Stevenson is showing Jekyll as the embodiment of Victorian s-self-decept-TSSCHHH!-ion, emphasising the era’s rigid moral codes… snrrfff…. ugh… and the contrast between public respectability… snrrrkk… and private vice.”
At this point she was mentally drafting a letter of complaint to the powers that be, as her nose was running more and more each time she sneezed, and the more her nose leaked, the more she needed to sneeze. She was locked in a negative spiral, and she wasn’t going to admit it, but she was close to panic. She knew the lecture would be over soon, but she was no longer certain that she could hold out until then. She was about to start dripping.
One brave student had placed an open travel pack of soft balm tissues at the edge of his desk, and now made eye contact with her as he nudged the tissue pack in her direction, so discreetly it could have been by accident.
She looked back at him, trying to give him her usual death glare that was guaranteed whenever anyone drew attention to her weaknesses, and he had expected nothing less. What he hadn’t expected was the split second of desperation he saw in her eyes before she forced herself to look away.
She turned towards the chalkboard and, with her back to her students, quickly wiped her nose on the cuff of her crisp white blouse. Not on the blazer, a streak of mucus would have been far too visible there, but the blouse would simply have to take it.
She was so congested that she had to breathe through her mouth, and before she turned back to continue the lecture, she quickly glanced at her vintage Cartier watch to see how much longer she would have to keep pretending she wasn’t drowning in her own cold.
Five minutes.
Five more minutes. She wasn’t sure she had five more minutes.
The tickle in her nose was turning into that kind of concentrated burning spot that could have been created by a sunbeam through a magnifying glass, that deep, heavy, almost painful burning that was as awful yet somehow very different from the allergic itch. It was the hallmark of a forceful oncoming cold sneeze, and this time she didn’t think she’d be able to contain the flood inside her sinuses.
She blinked. Her eyes watered from the sheer irritation, and she had a feeling her makeup was a lost cause.
Professor Reed never ended her lectures early. She made use of every minute. But she could feel her body trembling with the effort of just staying upright, her throat hurt, and she felt like she might lose her voice at any moment. Still, all that she could weather for another five minutes. But her nose was a different story. It was about to commit treason, and she was unarmed.
She had to end this lecture five minutes early. It was that or losing control completely.
“Until next time, I want you to write a 2000-word essay where you will examine the novella’s treatment of the ‘double’ as a psychological and cultural phenomenon,” she said abruptly, writing the assignment on the board and underlined it.
That, she realised too late, was a mistake, because the chalk snapped in two and released a small but tickly cloud of chalkdust in the air, hitting her right in the face. Her nose, already suffering greatly by the virus that had overtaken it, twitched in protest as the tiny particles teased her reddish, damp nostrils.
She couldn’t fight it, and she had nothing but her Armani blazer to hide the potential fallout into. She took a deep, gasping breath and buried her face into the crook of her arm again, sneezing violently.
“Huhhh-ATSSSSCHHHuhh! Cl-class… hhhahhh.. d-dismissed,” she managed, still with her nose and mouth pressed into her sleeve, as she was still hitching her way through a buildup to what would turn out to be an entire fit.
The students began filing out, too well drilled to offer a blessing. She was unleashing the full wrath of the virus into her expensive outfit, eyes closed and ears popping from the congestion and force of the sneezes.
When she finally opened her eyes again, the lecture hall was empty. But on the desk next to her satchel was an opened travel pack of soft balm tissues.
This time she wasn’t too proud to take them.
***
Somehow she made it through the rest of the work day without any incidents quite as bad as that, even if she had to make an emergency run to the nearby pharmacy to stock up on tissues during her lunch break. However, by the time she stood at her own front door, digging through her purse for her keys, she felt like she had been fighting the revolutionary war, on both sides.
She finally made it inside, hung her coat and purse, then she sneezed openly into the air, a messy, uncontrollable sneeze that shot mess out of both inflamed nostrils and right onto the front of her blazer. She looked down at it, sighed, and wiped it off with one last crumpled tissue from the second box she had used up over the day.
“Oh God,” she muttered. “I’m repulsive.”
Well. At least she no longer had to keep up the pretence that she wasn’t. The only one in this household except for her was a deaf feline who probably slept on her desk or in her bed at the moment, and that little creature, bless his heart, didn’t care if she was dripping with a hideous cold as long as she served him quality cat food and acted as his personal heating pad at night.
She went into the kitchen, tore off a large piece of paper from the kitchen roll, and blew her nose so vigorously it made her dizzy. Then she just stood there, allowing herself to feel how her head was spinning, how the fever was working its way through her system, how deeply seated the congestion was and how much she still needed to sneeze. Her throat was scratchy and felt hot. She wasn’t coughing yet, but that didn’t say much; she didn’t usually get much of a cough with her colds. Mostly she sneezed. That felt like the story of her life, really; she sneezed. A lot.
She sniffled miserably, groaned, trying to decide whether to cook dinner or not. Mashed potatoes had been her comfort food since childhood, and soup was what you were ‘supposed’ to have when you were sick, but if she was being completely honest with herself, she didn’t have the energy to make anything more complicated than a cup of tea.
She took out her phone and looked at it, feeling a headache beginning to build, a direct result of the persistent sinus pressure. It made it hard to think.
She never ordered food for home delivery. Hadn’t done that since those very rare instances she’d ordered pizza when she was studying for finals at university. And her throat likely wasn’t going to thank her if she tried to eat pizza tonight.
“Alright,” she said, wincing as she realised her voice was becoming involuntarily sexy-sounding. “Let’s compromise and order a chicken noodle soup with some bread on the side.”
At least she didn’t have to make a phone call and try to order while sounding like she was trying to seduce whoever answered, like a last-minute Valentine’s Day pickup attempt, she could just place the order online. One good thing that technology had brought to the world.
While she waited for the food to arrive, she made some tea and put more honey in it than she could really defend, and sipped it while she flipped through her lecture notes for tomorrow. Because she was certainly not going to take a sick day, miserable as she was. It was just a cold, and she was too busy to be weak. Besides, tomorrow was Friday. Calling in sick on a Friday was worse than weak, it was lazy.
When the food arrived – she had specified that she wanted it put outside her door, just so she wouldn’t have to interact with anyone – she brought it to the couch, which was another thing she never did. She never ate dinner in front of the TV. She would have a glass of wine or a cup of tea while watching TV, yes, but she would never eat a meal or even a snack. It could get messy. But today she was a mess in her own right, and she had no energy left to deny it. She just wanted to be comfortable.
Elliot, who, unlike her, wasn’t stuffed up, had smelled the chicken noodle soup and came barging in with a loud meow to claim his fair share. Evelyn had never figured out how they originally agreed what his fair share was and was pretty sure she had been scammed, but didn’t have the heart to deny him a piece either.
He took his piece of chicken and jumped down on the floor to finish it while she pulled a blanket tight around her and turned on the TV. She knew her students probably assumed she didn’t even own a TV, much less actually watched it, but she did. Not as much as she read books, but she wasn’t living like a Luddite. She even had Netflix, for crying out loud. She smiled to herself thinking about what they would say if they knew that, then picked a movie at random and hit play. Elliot came back up on the couch and snuggled up close to her, purring so loudly she could barely hear the dialogue on screen.
Not that she had an abundance of focus to give it either way. She wasn’t sneezing as much as she had earlier in the day, but the irritation in her nose was still constant, and now the urge to sneeze flared up with full strength again. Her breath hitched and she turned away from the soup and the cat and sneezed over her shoulder.
“Huhhh-RESSSCHHHuh!” She winced and cleared her raw throat. “God damnit, that hurt!”
She sank back against the cushions, finally entirely resigned to the reality she had no way of escaping.
She was still going back to work tomorrow, as the formidable Professor Reed, the Ice Queen of the English Department. But for tonight, she allowed herself to just be Evelyn.
For tonight, being Evelyn was enough.
***
(Quick note; this one takes place a couple of years prior to the Force of Nature-fic, and while that fic has her writing on a whiteboard, I decided that Evelyn probably would prefer a regular black chalkboard, because tradition, so she has a black chalkboard in this one and will have in the future too because she probably complained to the administration that she didn’t want the new fancy whiteboard. 😂 Not that it’s very important, inconsistencies will show up here and there, and it’s a sneezefic I write for fun, not a published novel, but still. In case anyone spotted it. No, you're not crazy. 😆)
so uhhhh, it turns out chhinkni works 😳
some thoughts:
-- i started off being SO overwhelmed by the sensation that I think it was distracting me from sneezing for the first minute if that even makes sense lmao
-- rapid-fire fit starts at 1:07 if that's your thing
-- I was 🤏 this close to hyperventilating at one point lol
-- i was also trying very hard not to swear please be proud of me 😅
-- my lungs start to get the better of me towards the end so I quickly stopped recording and had to jump in the shower 🫠
-- you can tell I was nervous because I started stifling asdfjkdsflhak hello mental block my old friend
anyway, this was not anywhere near the 'pea-sized amount' recommended sooooo maybe I'll try again tomorrow 🤭
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