#noseblowing

[cutenose]

Cupping a tissue around their nose as they blow and blow. So much comes out it overflows the tissue into your hand. You pull it away to reach for another, their nose still shining.

"Oh baby you're so sick."

[lake-snz]

Gigantic Sneezes (from across the room - f)

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It started with a few sneezes. Vocalizing as I built up each time, I enjoyed teasing myself by saying “achoo” and announcing that my tickly nose would sneeze soon.

Letting the buildup wash over me and allowing my breath to catch, I hold a crumbled (and already wet) tissue to my nostrils. I begin to sense that the sound of my sneezes is changing slightly, the feeling and itch turning more sensual by the moment. Blowing lightly, I ache for more. You can hear it in both my voice and my sneezes that the act only causes me to get more horny.

A couple more sneezes, and I resolve to moving to the nearest window. The sun, streaming in brightly, works with my desires and assists me in building up yet again.

Knowing that I’m further from the microphone than usual, I let these fly. In fact, every part of these sneezes were beyond satisfying and all-encompassing. Honest to god, gigantic sneezes aren’t usually my thing, but it seems they’re difficult to resist🫣

[sunflowersniffles]

Sneezing and blowing through an entire pack of tissues while waiting for the bus to arrive because their allergies are that relentless. And it's another 20 minutes on the bus before they get to their next stop.

[dozecode-blog]

The sneeze blow combo

You know the drill. She has a terrible head cold and blowing through tissue after tissue. Her sneezes are thick and wet. Down to the last tissue and after three or four stifles, it’s reduced to a shredded damp pile of pulp in her hand.

But another sneeze is working down from the sinus into her left nostril… what to do?

She reaches for the soaking wet remnants of a tissue, brings it up to her nose, head goes back and immediately sneezes hard with a huge honk right into what remains. There’s no time and the force is too great. She just lets out a full honking l, snot filled blow into the torn tissue. It fails!

Snot has gurgled up the sides of the tissue and her nostrils, soaking her nose thoroughly in green goop.

…oh no! another sneeze is on the way… She has no choice - drops the tissue and just sneezes hard into her hand, letting loose a full blow as soon as she stifles between her two fingers and thumb.

… then the mad dash to the bathroom to clean the mess before another sneeze takes hold. “Hey Out of the way - Sdotty bess bakig way - ahhhh ahhh chhhhhoooompppph - too late Sdiff Sdiff “.

[selene-and-the-cold]

Concept: Two people A and B sick with a very sneezy cold. One caretaker C. They are all sitting on a couch together, A and B sitting on either side of the couch framing caretaker C in their midst. Both A and B have bright red, shiny noses and are bundled up in blankets, scarf and cardigans. Both of them look absolutely miserable and pitiful, tousled hair, bags under their eyes and a feverish glow on their cheeks.

The worst thing is the sneezing, though. Sudden, desperate sneezes one second, long, tantalizing drawn-out hitchy build-ups the next.

Both of them are way too preoccupied with their suffering to cover their noses, so the caretaker sandwiched between them is busy covering their noses, alternating between pressing a handkerchief to person A's nose, and quickly catching B's spraying sneeze in their bare palm, constantly wiping and tending to leaky, drippy noses, while piles of used tissues and handkerchiefs rise around them.

[garaththetigon]

[sparesneezies]

Someone waking up with the stuffiest head cold

Their mouth was open while they slept, the only way they could get air, so their mouth and throat are terribly dry as their eyes squint open. They start coughing immediately, chest aching as they struggle to sit up. Their nose feels solid and cold, and when they rub it, it gives a half-hearted squelch.

They can feel the pressure in their ears when they swallow. God, their nose was clear when they went to bed after a particularly cleansing sneezing fit, but now it seems all the mucus in the world had crammed itself into their already tightly packed sinuses.

Attempting to exhale through their nose makes them cough again, not so much as a sliver of air escaping their poor nose. So they grab for the tissue box and blow into a sloppy handful, and it takes four attempts before anything comes out.

The mess is incredibly thick, sticky, and a sickly yellow in color. It's goopy and awful and they just blow and blow and blow, desperate to clean themselves out. It takes over three minutes of consistent blow-sniffle-grab tissue-repeat before they're final satisfied. They still struggle to breathe a bit just due to their swollen sinuses, but they sigh in relief nonetheless.

Then, without warning, their nose starts to tickle...

[sfgooglebooks]

The Sergeant's Christmas Mission by Joanna Sims

"Do I need to sign a new lease or are you giving me notice?" Shane asked. His previous landlady, Ginny Martin, had passed away and his lease had expired while her will was in probate. There was a shortage of housing in Bozeman, Montana; if he got kicked out of his apartment, he would most likely have to return to Sugar Creek Ranch, his family's cattle spread.

Rebecca, who held her body stiffly and had an anxious, worried look hovering in her eyes, glanced over her shoulder at her two boys before answering.

"I'm not here to kick you out," she told him. "I thought we'd see how it goes until the end of the month. Aunt Ginny always spoke so highly of you."

"All right." Shane nodded with a deadpan expression that didn't reflect his relief. It looked like, at least for now, Ginny was still looking out for him.

"I have to get my boys to school." She glanced at her phone to check the time. "We're running late. As usual."

"Okay. Well. Nice meetin' ya." Shane opened his door, about to walk back inside and get back to the business of finding a beer and lying back down on the couch, when Rebecca stopped him.

"Wait." She waved her hand at him. "This wasn't a social call."

Rebecca jogged over to the spot where her sons had been waiting for her, picked up the squirming kitten, and headed his way with her two boys following along behind her.

Great, Shane thought. I threw one back and four jumped into the boat.

"We found this poor little kitten under the front porch this morning." Rebecca held up the wiggly, bedraggled kitten for him to see. "Is it yours?"

Shane got within three feet of the scraggly black-and-white kitten and started to sneeze.

"No." He shook his head. He had always been highly allergic.

"Then we can keep him," the younger of the two boys said to his mom.

"I'm sorry, Caleb," Rebecca said in a soft, but firm, tone. "We can't.”

She handed the older boy the keys to the car. "Carson, you and your brother wait for me in the car. I'll be right there."

The kitten was making a high-pitched cry and Shane had a feeling the little creature was hungry, thirsty, and missing its mom.

"I'm not sure what to do with him." Rebecca tried, unsuccessfully, to soothe the kitten. "I can't just lock him up in the house. I don't have a kitty box or food. Is there a shelter in town? Do you know?"

She talked so fast that Shane couldn't figure out when he was supposed to respond. That high-pitched crying noise was making his headache worse. While he was trying to figure out a solution to the problem, the kitten finally managed to twist out of Rebecca's hands; the moment it hit the ground, the kitten bolted through the crack in his front door, into his house.

"Oh!" Rebecca exclaimed. "I'm so sorry! I'll go get him."

The last thing he wanted was for his new landlady, who held the fate of his address in her hands, to venture into his dungeon. No one went in there and that's how he liked it.

"No." Shane blocked her path. "You're late. Get your boys to school. I'll catch the kitten."

"Catch?" She had turned away, paused and turned halfway back to him, the expression on her face concerned.

"Not in a mean way. I'm allergic." He tried to reassure her. "But I love all animals."

Rebecca hesitated for a moment longer, appearing to be conflicted. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." He frowned at her, not liking how distrustful she was of him. "I've got this."

She thanked him, seemingly relieved to have a solution for the kitten, and without glancing back at him, jogged toward the carport on the other side of the house.

Shane scratched his long beard with a yawn as he shut the front door of his house.

"Damn." The soldier stood in his galley kitchen, noticing, as if for the first time, how truly messy his small garage apartment had become. It was a dump. And it smelled.

On his way to the living room, Shane picked up the clothing and trash on the floor. If the kitten wanted to remain hidden in this disaster zone, he could do it. The first thing he really needed to do was get some light into the place. So Shane did something that he hadn't done in months - he opened the curtains and let the sunlight in.

Balls of dust were kicked up into the air when he yanked open the curtains. Coughing, Shane waved the air in front of his face. Dust was going up his nose and into his throat. After he got his coughing under control, Shane began the task of finding the kitten.

He'd always had horrible allergies, and now, with the dust stirred up and a kitten on the loose, he was sneezing one sneeze after another.

"Quit it!" Shane snapped, frustrated at his own nose. He grabbed a roll of toilet paper out of the bathroom, knowing that a box of tissues hadn't entered his apartment ever, and blew his nose every couple of minutes while he tried to find the kitten.

He searched the living room, picked up the trash as he went. The kitten wasn't there. Shane made a second cursory inspection of the tiny bathroom before he headed into his cramped bedroom. He tried to flip on the single overhead light, but then realized that the bulb had burned out sometime last month. Or maybe it was the month before that.

"Recon." He spoke to his companion. "You haven't seen a renegade kitten, have you?"

Shane tried to open the curtain covering the window in the bedroom. When it didn't move, he yanked a little too hard and the entire structure, curtain and curtain rod, crashed onto the ground at his feet.

More dust sprayed into the air, making Shane cough and sputter. "Damn it!"

This day was not going according to his usual plan. He should still be sleeping off his hangover, not worrying about a stowaway kitten.

Shane used a dirty T-shirt he found on the floor to wipe his eyes and his face. Then he balled up the T-shirt and threw it back down on the floor. Recon had lifted his head and was watching him curiously. That was when Shane noticed that his canine companion was harboring the kitten.

"Recon." The ex-soldier walked over to the side of the bed he rarely used. "Didn't I just ask you about this kitten?"

The kitten was curled up tightly in a ball between Recon's legs. The only way the kitten could have gotten up onto the bed was if Recon had put the kitten in his mouth like a chew toy and lifted him.

"Look, buddy. Don't get attached. You hear me?" Shane stared at the odd pair. "That kitten's not staying."

But, when he reached his hands out to take the kitten from the safe haven, Recon growled. Recon never growled at him.

"What was that?" Shane asked, surprised. He pulled his hands back.

Recon rested his head on his paws, providing complete cover for the sleeping kitten.

The soldier stood by the bed, stumped by his dog's behavior. Recon was acting as if he was protecting a favored toy. Recon had always been friendly to cats and kids; he looked big and scary, but he was a sweet dog. But he'd never adopted a kitten before.

"Listen to me, Recon. I'm going to clean up and then I'm coming back for that kitten. So be prepared." Shane pointed his finger at Recon with a sneeze. "You can't keep him."

"I really appreciate you trying to fix this for me," Rebecca said. "My sons make a ton of laundry."

"Boys tend to do that." Shane pulled the dryer from the wall.

"Yes, they do."

Before he opened the back of the dryer, Shane pulled the discharge line - the large silver tube hooking the dryer to the vent - out of the wall. "Well, here's some of the problem."

"Oh, my gosh." Rebecca peeked over his shoulder. "Is that all lint in there?"

"It's packed." Shane began to pull the tightly packed lint out of the line.

"You know, I had a brand-new front-loading washer and dryer, but I sold them because there was a washer and dryer listed in the will. I had no idea that they were the same washer and dryer that Aunt Ginny had when I was a kid."

"Your aunt liked to hang on to things, that's for sure." The memory of Ginny brought a brief smile to his face.

Shane sneezed several times, and once the discharge line was unclogged, he pulled some tissues out of his pants pocket and blew his nose. He was still sneezing from Top and his eyes were driving him nuts because they were so itchy.

"Is that from the lint or the kitten?"

He sneezed again. "I've never been allergic to lint."

"Shane."

"Yeah?"

"Have you seen your eyes?"

"No." He blew his nose again. "But they itch like crazy."

"They are swollen. And red."

"That explains it, then." Shane pushed the dryer sideways so he could remove the back.

"I'm going to get you some over-the-counter allergy medicine. I always have some on hand because of Carson."

"No need to bother." He knelt down by the dryer. Rebecca heard him, but ignored him. She disappeared into the house while he unscrewed the back of the dryer.

Once the back was off, Shane was sure he'd found a second cause of the problem. He had cleaned a large ball of lint out of the discharge line connection that was located inside of the dryer when Rebecca returned.

"That's disgusting," she exclaimed. "How has this dryer not caught on fire?"

"Luck."

"Here - take these. Generic Benadryl."

Shane decided to just go along with Rebecca; she had that motherly look on her face and he knew better than to fight those instincts.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Hi."

Shane was in the middle of a sneezing fit when Rebecca showed up at his door. Top had been home for a couple of weeks and one of her favorite places to sleep was curled up in the space between his shoulder and neck. He tried many different sleeping configurations - Recon and the kitten in the living room and him in the bed, or Recon with him in the bed - but nothing worked. Someone was unhappy unless they were all together. So Shane had given up and given in, and the kitten got to sleep where she wished. And he just dealt with the sneezing and swollen, itchy eyes. It wasn't the worst thing he'd ever dealt with in his life.

"Hi." He sneezed again.

"Bless you."

"Thank you."

“Kitten?"

He nodded as he blew his nose.

Rebecca showed him a pile of papers in her hand. "I have the new lease for you to review and sign."

He nodded. "Come on in. I'll look it over and sign it now."

Rebecca handed him the papers and immediately dropped to the ground on her knees to show Recon and the kitten some attention. Shane sat down on a bar stool at the small kitchen bar and began to read over the lease. It was standard - no real surprises. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Top turn upside down in front of Rebecca, her black-and-pink paw pads up in the air, batting a feather toy the landlady was holding.

"Top! You've already gotten so big!"

Shane hadn't expected it to happen so quickly, but he had fallen in love with that little rascal of a kitten. Yes, he had to load up on boxes of tissues and allergy medicine, but he didn't mind. Top was the funniest, sweetest little soul he'd ever encountered. And Recon and the kitten were best friends.