sneeze fetish blog. 31 years old, female. 18+ ONLY, infrequent nsfw. occasional emeto and dacryphilia. fever and coughing are my mainstays. mishmash of fandoms that don't go together in the slightest. PLEASE DON'T TAG MY STUFF AS ME/KIN, thank you. make a request if you'd like!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!
was able to record for a bit, couldn't have the sexy sound of a naturally congested kinda hoarse voice go to waste
I didn't do MUCH bc I didn't realize not only do I not have my usual inducing tools (those lil flosser things), the house is also out of cotton swabs which are my backup
so I had to use the rolled up tissue method which doesn't work as well for me
and also my brother is sleeping in the other room (... so like, we're open with each other, he KNOWS about this Thing of mine and doesn't care if I record while he's home bc HE'S ALWAYS FUCKING HOME, but it would still be awkward if he suddenly woke up and walked in on/heard me recording lmao)
HOWEVER
I did get two lil things done, short things
some Aylin x listener x Isobel from BG3 and a Jack x listener from Mass Effect
can't promise I'll edit them today bc I still feel gross but just know what will be in ur future >:D
popping in just to say hello and tease y'all with the fact that I'm Unfortunately Fucking Sick and unable to record anything (not that I think it would make me feel any better lmao)
in the process of writing some D&D things so hopefully I'll have something to post in a bit
just found my notebook with the continuation of my Shadowheart x Fen fic (I'm brave and sometimes write in the break room at work on my lunch, nobody pays attention and after I'm done my notebook stays in my tote bag)
I was CONVINCED I had written more and here it is
gonna transfer it to the Scrivener document
reading thru this whole thing and in my head I'm just
aaaaaa I know I haven't been around much but did I tell y'all I have a new laptop???
still struggling with creativity BUT
I am cooking a little for u
yes just for u
currently I have some BG3 and Skyrim fics in the works
(I just started playing Skyrim this year, I was not sure if it would be my thing but I got the Special Edition on sale for $10 and have put over 400 fucking hours into it bc I'm a filthy gamer)
for BG3 I have an Astarion x reader and Shadowheart x Fen (OC) and just started a Nocturne x reader (bc I have the biggest crush on her and I CAN'T. ugh <3)
and for Skyrim I'm about to start something with Serana and my Dragonborn Justicia, but also I have many more ideas there
probably won't be done with anything SOON but just know I am writing things I'm excited about and hopefully you guys will love
I know I have tons of requests already but whenever I get into new fandoms I like to remind everyone that I am VERY open to suggestions
with both BG3 and Skyrim I'm very focused on the ladies (I'm hilariously bi and in my WLW era, bite me) but I'm definitely open to writing the guys
BG3 favs are... idk, basically the whole main cast (Gale and Wyll aren't big favorites yet but they've both been growing on me so they're 10000% fair game), Nocturne, Orin, Aylin, Isobel
Skyrim favs are uhhhh... Borgakh (I married her XD), Jenassa, Irileth (am developing an OC for her hahaha), Ghorza, Serana, Aela, Cicero, Derkeethus, and like, several more minor characters that I'm not sure if anyone cares about (Hert and Hern MY LOVES)
not only do I wanna write these characters (it's too hot to do much lately but as soon as this heatwave is over I'mma try to FOCUS)
I also made like six new DnD based characters (well ok four if you take out that I just, made some bullet point details for Thala and Alurora as well) mostly paired with one another
so I also have started like three sentences of a fic which is essentially: crÚche mother githzerai chases her student who decided to run off to the Material Plane, but it's been a while since she's been here and holy shit has Faerûnian pollen gotten worse or have her allergies just intensified with age, also there's a very sweet and awkward bigender water genasi who's trying to help but crÚche mama is EMBARRASSED about both the fact that one of her kids ran off without explanation and the fact that sHE CAN'T CONTROL HER SENSITIVE FUCKING NOSE
anyway I'm gonna try to post the bullet point details for all my original DnD characters here tomorrow or smth and hopefully once it cools down I can focus on some actual freaking writing
oh uh on the plus side tho I'm just vibing with all these characters I'm having fun thinking about them and plotting with them uwu đ
so my brother actually owns BG3 while I don't, mainly bc my computer is an ancient laptop I bought in 2018 for less than $300 while my brother has a $1200 gaming PC setup that he got around the same time but the difference is that his has more of the internals needed to run big games like BG3 and mine doesn't bc it is a laptop since I prefer laptops
BUT! he let me start my own save file in his BG3 and I've played several hours since I started yesterday, around what he's playing bc obviously it's his and I respect his gaming and friends time but also I work part time and he currently isn't working at the moment (transportation issues, neither of us drive but I'm SO close to getting my license, hopefully in the next month), so it's a lil easier for us to share
AND WHEW THIS GAME IS SO GOOD
which I knew it was by watching clips and reading fic BUT DAYUM it should straight up just be a movie, someone get it to Hollywood đ
jokes aside it makes me wanna write and Shadowheart and goddess wife won the poll so hopefully I'll be working on something with that!!
there's other stuff I wanna work on too but m a n there's nothing like playing the game to reignite the flame of love in my heart for it đ
CONTENT WARNING: Odessa calls the listener a cunt, very casually :) (itâs vaguely an insult in a âyo ya starin at me ya weirdo?â kind of way but like⊠also⊠Aussie lol)
⊠Well, in her defense, should you really be bothering your queen while sheâs clearly busy dealing with her sensitive nose?? Jesus, read the room.
I fought the urge to gravitate towards Astarion for. so long. mainly bc I saw only his surface level personality he presents to everyone and my brain went "meh if you've seen one sassy lil bitch u seen em all" and it is so fucking easy to miss his actual character that it makes me mad
I ALMOST MISSED OUT ON HIM BECAUSE I WAS A FOOL. AN IDIOT. A BUFFOON IF YOU WILL.
SOMEONE FIND ME SOME BIG SHOES BC I AM A C L O W N
I'm sorry Astarion bby sweetie u didn't deserve anything that happened to u
... would I be terrible if I tortured him more by making him horribly ill in a reader insert and alternating between how heavily I lean on hurt and how heavily I lean on comfort
I've been mostly working on diamond painting and haven't done much writing lately oop (there is a deeply embarrassing part of me that wants to get a custom diamond painting of one of my snz art pieces bc I did that with one of my vanilla art pieces and I was sooooo happy with it, NO REAL HUMAN WILL SEE IT, I just plugged the image into an Amazon listing for a custom lol I'm still thinking about whether or not I wanna be extra and do that)
BUT
would y'all like a preview of the sneezy DnD lesbians đ«Ł
tbh I'm usually more into reader inserts and canon x OC (which is also mostly what I read as well lol đ«Ł), buuuut I can see these two having a fun dynamic so I would def be up for trying it!
got any prompts or vague ideas of which of them should be the victim and whether it should be allergies or illness? đ
you're not saying you're in love with me (but you're going to.) [Sevika x reader]
THIS IS FOR THE WLWS
including myself
CONTENT WARNINGS: NSFW themes! nothing explicitly sexual, no actual sex acts, but some talk of sex acts, some boob touching, and the reader is a fem!sex worker at Babette's brothel
all that said... ENJOY OUR SCARY LADY <3
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When your favorite customer rolls onto her back and heaves a sigh after you fuck her, you eagerly follow. Youâre on top of her in an instant, making sure sheâs satisfied. The question of whether or not sheâs okay falls from your lips without even a thought.
âIâm fine, doll,â she murmurs, âitâs just been a long day.â
Thatâs Sevikaâs excuse for everything. She works so hard; coming here to Babetteâs to see you is probably the biggest stress relief she has. Or at least the healthiest one, considering her other vices.
You know sheâs downplaying this time. When she showed up tonight, when you had your hands all over her, you noticed how warm her skin is. And itâs not from whatever she was running around doing. Sheâs feverish. Her voice is raspier than usual, which is saying a lot, and during sex, she had this strange sense of surrender about her. Typically when she visits, Sevika likes to be dominant, to pin you down, kiss you, take what she wants. Tonight, though, despite being on top, she wasnât taking control like usual. You did most of the work.
Thatâs okay by you, of course. Itâs just out of the ordinary, prompting you to want to check on her. She seems to have picked up something nasty somewhere.
You hum softly as your hand goes to rummage around in the drawer of the bedside table. Out comes a humidor box, followed by a lighter you keep around just in case she forgets hers. She likes to smoke after sex, and sheâs obviously not feeling well, so you figure she deserves a little something special.
Sheâs your favorite for a reason, after all. The flame clicks to life for just as long as it takes for you to light the end of the cigar. Then the lighter gets put back into the drawer along with the humidor, everything neatly closed back up. Given how much you adore Sevika, youâve gotten used to doing things one-handed when your other one is⊠occupied.
With that, you gently place the cigar between her fingers. âWell, I was saving these⊠but a long day should be rewarded with a good smoke.â Your tone skirts the line between gentle and teasing as you press kisses to her neck. âI picked these up for you. Not the highest quality, butâŠâ
âPretty good.â She finishes your sentence seamlessly after taking the first drag off it. Almost immediately the tension in her face relaxes, replaced with exhaustion. Not that you didnât help her relax, of course⊠but cigars and whiskey have been an addiction for longer than you have. You get it. âFrom what I can taste and smell at the moment, anyway. Iâm all stuffy right now⊠keep the rest safe for me so I can enjoy them when I feel better, okay? Hate to waste your money, smoking the fancy stuff when I canât really savor it.â
She takes another puff, and you can sort of see the congestion in the way she exhales the smoke. It ribbon-curls from her nostrils, in thinner streams than youâre used to seeing. A thicker cloud comes from her mouth when she suddenly coughs a few times. You notice how she absolutely hates that â both because she prefers to let the smoke filter out through her nose when she smokes, and because itâs an undeniable sign of how sick she is.
A groan leaves her as she holds her hand with the cigar upward, resting her knuckles against the headboard. âYou didnât have to get me anything, sweetheart. I pay you. Thatâs how this works, remember? I pay you and you fuck me? Ringing any bells in that pretty head of yours?â
âTsk, you never forbade me from giving you gifts,â you huff, though thereâs no bite to your voice. âI like you. I wanted to do something for you. Itâs not a crime. Besides, in a few weeks it will be almost a year since you started coming to me specifically. I thoughtâŠâ
Your voice trails off for a moment, your hands tracing down the curves of Sevikaâs bare breasts. Despite the fact that her body is nice, you sort of like all of her. Sheâs given you bits and pieces of her whole self and itâs only left you with this horrible, unprofessional urge to do something more romantic with her. â⊠It was a date that deserved some celebration,â you finish quietly. Because you donât really know how else to describe it without giving yourself away.
She lets out a low, throaty hum when you fondle her breasts. âDamn. Youâre a problem, doll. Thanks. I⊠donât have anything for you, but hey, my gift was early. Iâll make sure to get you something nice when the actual date rolls around.â Her free hand comes up to brush along your collarbone. âShiny new necklace, maybe. Though I might have a hard time finding anything that sparkles more than your eyes.â
You canât help but giggle at the compliment. Itâs always hard to tell whether Sevika is just trying to be charming like most of your customers, or if sheâs genuine with her compliments. Sheâs not easy to read in this context. âBe careful, Sev. Flattery might get you a free round that I donât think youâre up for tonight.â
She clicks her tongue and brings the cigar to her lips for another hit. âItâs just a cold, sweetheart. I can go another round if youâre offering. Insult my stamina again and Iâll make you put your face between my â hh â oh, fuckââ
Her breath hitches suddenly; you think maybe this time the smoke traveling through her nostrils is enough stimulation to tickle her already irritated sinuses. In a flash, her hand is flat against your collarbone, an insistent gesture instead of affectionate. âSweethuhh â heart, Iâm gonna snee â hehâ!â
Oh. Oh, youâre almost pinning her down, arenât you? Well⊠not exactly, but youâre on top of her enough that sheâs probably concerned about sneezing on you.
Wordlessly, you straighten yourself up a bit so that she can move a little easier.
âOh, shit, I canâtâŠâ Her nose crinkles, her nostrils flaring enough that you can now make out the faint hint of red that tints them. Oh, poor girl. Sheâs sicker than she wants to admit likely even to herself.
Sevika sucks in a sharp breath, her head arches back, and her mouth hangs open in a few hitches that you can feel (because of the way her chest moves) but not really hear, before she pitches her head to the side. ââ HxxtSHHH! HxxSHH! Fuck, Iâm⊠nghâŠâ
She pulls her hand away from your chest so she can rub her nose. And she rubs it sort of with a ferocity that implies sheâs mad at it. A light fog of smoke was expelled when she sneezed, and when she moves her hand away from her face, you watch her nose scrunch up in irritation. Thereâs another silent hitch of breath, thenâ âH-hnxxTSSHH! Oh, for the lohhh⊠love ofâŠâ
For some reason, youâre transfixed on the sight. Sevika⊠wants to be viewed as strong. Itâs your every belief that she doesnât want you in particular to see her as anything but a strong, hardened badass who can take care of herself. Although that sentiment intensified after she got her prosthetic arm following the loss of her real one, itâs always been a part of her since she started coming to you. This deep-seated, pathological almost need to be perceived as⊠capable. Sturdy. Invincible.
Regardless. You canât recall a time when sheâs ever let you see her vulnerable. What else do you call this, though? Sick as hell and overtaken by the vicious urge to sneeze whilst sheâs trying to enjoy a post-sex cigar?
If she didnât want you to witness her being weak and vulnerable, she could just as easily have simply not shown up to purchase your services tonight. At the very least, she knew this might happen⊠and decided she was fine with you seeing her even when sheâs not at her best.
Isnât that some kind of confession where a woman like Sevika is concerned?
Her nostrils flare wide, and she stutters in a desperate inhale. â⊠Sh-shit, again? I canâtâŠâ She rubs her nose insistently for a few seconds; when that doesnât work, she pinches her nostrils shut. That⊠still doesnât work. It just sort of prolongs things and possibly makes slightly less of a mess.
âHxxtSH! NhhXTSH! HxxtSHH! Oh, fuckâŠâ God, that itch must be intense, with the way her face is screwed up. Sevika holds her head there for a second, still ducked to the side, before her muscles finally start to relax a bit.
You wait for a moment, then chuckle and continue to trail your fingers down from her breasts along her abdomen. âAm I safe to say âbless youâ?â
â⊠Trying to be funny?â she grumbles. âDonât quit this job to pursue comedy, doll.â Her nose is squished between her fingers for a few more seconds, a clear attempt to quell the itch thatâs probably still there. âBut⊠yeah. I think Iâm done sneezing. For now.â
A sniffle leaves her as she turns her head back to rest on the pillow. âShit like thatâs been happening all day. Iâm⊠probably coming down with something.â
âProbably? Iâd say you are in the throes of it, Sev.â Still with one hand on her body, you reach over into another one of the drawers to produce a handkerchief. Not that you care if she keeps touching you with snot on her hand â youâve had so much worse â but you donât want her to feel self-conscious. âHere, if you want it.â
Her shoulders give a little jump as she lets out this sound thatâs somewhere between a scoff and a mirthless laugh, something thatâs very⊠her. She takes the handkerchief regardless, wiping her hand before bringing it up to her nose to blow a few times. At least thatâs her flesh hand; youâre pretty sure fluids are infinitely harder to clean out of machinery.
After sheâs cleaned up, Sevika leans her head back, bringing the still-burning cigar back to her lips for another puff. She gets a couple of pulls in, then offers a sigh that sounds like sheâs carrying the weight of the world. âFuck. You gotta stop making me so soft, sweetheart.â With her hand clean and having set the handkerchief aside, her fingers come up. Brushing along your jaw, tracing your chin, down your throat, drawing a line on top of your collarbone.
The look in her eyes is half-fond, half-fever-glass, when her hand cups your breast. Not for the first time tonight. Still not quite as enthusiastic as usual, just radiating exhaustion. âYouâre painting a target right on your pretty little ass. If I lose my edge âcause youâre making me soft, Silcoâs gonna come after you.â
âThen donât come pay me to scissor you while youâre sick,â you fire back, before leaning down to kiss her neck. Her skin is warm still. Despite clearly being a low fever, not enough to really affect her, itâs sapping her energy. âYou know me. You knew Iâd want to take care of you.â
Sevika doesnât say anything to that, probably because thereâs nothing she can say. No defense, no denial that wonât sound like denial. She just looks at you, silver eyes trying to drown you like a drop of mercury, and takes another drag off her cigar. It takes a sudden coughing fit to bring her attention off you, though she has nowhere to bury her face but into your neck since youâre so close.
The coughs trickle down after a moment. â⊠Fuck you,â she mutters, sniffling against your skin. âStop looking at me like that.â
You press a kiss to the strip of skin just below her ear. âLike what, Sev?â
âLikeâŠâ Her breath stutters. No sneeze, though. Itâs not a buildup to one, itâs simply a shaky inhale. Her hand moves to your hip, and itâs⊠gentle. Youâre not used to her being gentle. âLike you see me. Like Iâm not just another customer. Like you actuallyâŠâ
Care about me. It hangs in the air, clinging to your skin the same way the smoke does.
The momentâs fragile. Breakable. If either of you say or do the wrong thing, itâll shatter into a million pieces like a mirror and there goes any luck you ever fucking had with her.
All you can hear is the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears and Sevikaâs ragged, congested breathing. Just what the hell are you even supposed to say to that? âOf course I care about you, so why would I stop looking at you like I can see you? Stop being a gigantic baby about cracking yourself the slightest bit open.â
Before you can figure out what to say, thereâs a knock on the door followed by Babetteâs voice. â(Name)! Hey, honey. All good in there? The hourâs up, Iâm just checkinâ in.â
You feel Sevikaâs nose crinkle against your neck. This time, when her breath hitches, it sounds like sheâs ready to sneeze again.
âNo, no, weâre good!â You quickly pull back from Sevika, and with barely a thought, you reach down to pinch her nose between your thumb and first finger. Might as well help her hold back just long enough to talk to your boss.
The look Sevika shoots you is murderous, and her nose twitches insistently in your grasp. Better make this fast. âActually,â you call toward the door, âIâm not going to take any more clients tonight.â You look down at Sevika, giving her a playful smirk. âMiss Sevika changed her mind and decided she wants me for the whole night.â
âOkay, fine by me.â If Babette is at all suspicious, she doesnât sound it. âSheâs got five minutes before I come knockinâ again if sheâs not out to pay.â
âAlright, sounds good! Sheâll be out just as soon as she makes herself decent.â
You can tell that Sevika wants to bite back with some retort of Donât talk about me like Iâm not fucking here â she genuinely canât if she doesnât want to sneeze right now, though. And youâre pretty sure sheâd rather not if she can help it. So she just glares at you, her nostrils trying desperately to flare against your fingers.
A few seconds pass, and when you donât hear anything more from Babette, your hand releases Sevikaâs nose.
The effect is immediate. She doesnât have the time to turn to the side like she did before, so she just sort of tucks herself forward against your shoulder. And for this round, well⊠âAaaXTSHH! HaaIXSHHH!â Interesting. Her attempts at stifling them in the beginning didnât do much. Now, however, those attempts are token at best.
If it wasnât clear that poor Sevika was sick before, itâs clear now. A misting of snot and saliva sprays against your bare skin as she sneezes. Itâs not a lot, just⊠enough mess to make it obvious that her sinuses are full. Each one disturbs the smoke thatâs still drifting about the room too, like the kaleidoscope of a candle being blown out over and over.
âHahhXXTSHH! Fuck, I canât⊠youâŠâ Her grip on your hip tightens and youâre pretty sure itâs going to bruise. Good. Sheâs been so languid this evening, she hasnât left any marks on you yet. ââ AAXTSHHHH! Oh, shit.â
Well, there was an air of finality with that one. âBless you, Sevika,â you murmur. Your hand shifts up to comb through her hair, raking her bangs back away from her face. Dammit. Why is your heart like this? You like her. âYou okay?â
It takes her a moment to recover. Sevika stays there for what feels like forever, with one wrist still against the headboard with cigar in hand, and the one she has on your hip slips around your waist. Despite being horribly ill, her grip on you is tight. Like she doesnât want to let go. Like regardless of all the tough bitch, scary lady persona she projects, maybe she wants to be a little soft with you.
âNo, Iâm not.â Her voice is thick with congestion, hoarse from a presumably sore throat, and it sounds like it takes all her strength to admit that sheâs not fine. âIâm fucking sick. My headâs been pounding like an enforcer slammed my face into a wall. I canât stop sneezing, but Iâm so stuffed up itâs a Goddamn mess every time I do. Constant tickle in my throat making me cough, which makes smoking a nightmare. My joints ache, including the ones on the arm I got replaced like it thinks itâs still fucking there, Iâm pretty sure Iâm running a fever, andâŠâ
The next breath catches in her throat. She brings her cigar back to her lips to take a final puff before snuffing it out in the ashtray on the bedside table. â⊠Youâre right.â The admission sounds like sheâs getting a tooth pulled. âI knew. I knew when I came tonight that youâd make me feel like this. Like IâmâŠâ
She shakes her head and lets her eyes fall closed. She does that half-scoff, half-not-really-a-laugh thing again. âLike Iâm worth taking care of. So yeah, fuck you, I hate it, butâŠâ The last dregs of smoke filter from her mouth and nose. âFuck me too, I guess.â
âMh.â Thatâs all you can say for a minute â a soft, gentle show that youâre listening. Acknowledging what she says and how she feels. Sevika is⊠complicated.
But then again, simplicity never really appealed to you. Sheâs your favorite client for a reason.
You lower yourself down, resting your head on her chest. Your hand dips into the drawer for a fresh handkerchief and you press it against her nose. âDoes this mean youâre actually staying? I told Babette that so sheâd leave us alone for a few minutes, but⊠you can just go out there and say you changed your mind again and that you donât actually want me for the whole night. If itâs not in your budget.â
Itâs bullshit, you know that much. Ever since shimmer caught on, trading in the undercity has blossomed. Especially working for Silco, Sevika has more than enough money for fun things.
She reaches up to smack your hand away, but thereâs little heat in the gesture. She blows her nose a couple of times without your help, then sighs as she looks up at you. Her hand on your hip softens. âYouâre always in my budget, doll. Let me justâŠâ She sniffles a couple times, gesturing for you to move. âFind my pants and shirt so I can go pay the lady. Iâll stay. You can fuss over me all you want.â
A quiet moment passes in which Sevika swings her legs over the edge of the bed so she can put her trousers back on. And her tank top. You watch her in silent appreciation; your eyes following the lines of the muscles in her back and biceps. Although sheâs moving a little slower than usual, whatever cold she picked up hasnât affected how Goddamn pretty she is.
âBut.â Her voice suddenly cuts through the silence. And even with her back to you, you can hear the smirk in her tone. âIâm doing you a favor by staying and letting you fuss over me⊠right? So⊠youâll do me a favor by eating me out. And shoving your fingers inside me. Give me the realâŠâ Sniffle. âUgh. The real girlfriend treatment, sweetheart.â
Your lips curve into a smile and you slip your hands up the back of her shirt. Please, what does she take you for? âOh, of course. Thatâs part of fussing over you. If I make you come any less than five more times by morning, Iâll be sorely disappointed in myself.â
Sevika laughs. It turns into another coughing fit, but⊠you think thatâs the first time youâve heard a genuine laugh from her.
You like it. You like her.
Next time, you tell yourself. Next time youâll have the courage to ask her on an actual date. For now, a night together getting to fuck her and fuss over her is close enough.
