i can't get the thought of swh + contagion out of my head...
A and B are hiding from someone. (maybe they were gathering evidence or secret intel, or maybe they're trespassing somewhere just for the hell of it, or maybe they're sneaking into some locked building past its opening hours.) in any case, they're not supposed to be there, and they'e going to be in big trouble if they get found out.
so when they hear footsteps approaching, they immediately duck into a nearby closet/side storage room. they just have to keep quiet until the person outside (the host, a security guard, an employee, etc. makes their rounds)...
except A is beginning to come down with an awful cold. the dustiness of the closet certainly isn't helping. the first time their breath hitches, B tenses—if A sneezes, they'll certainly be found. so B stops the sneeze in its tracks by pressing their index finger under A's nose.
A sniffles, their nose twitching, the sneeze evaporating in its tracks. crisis averted, for now... but their nose still tickles furiously.
it isn't long before their breath is starting to hitch again. this time, B presses their finger up to A's nose again, with enough pressure that they can feel the slight dampness against their finger.
"don't sneeze," B instructs.
"i can't h-help it," A mouths voicelessly, their breath hitching. "i... have to... hH... hAHH..."
this time, B—sensing impending disaster—pinches A's nose shut. A snaps forward with a messy,
"hAh'dXXtt!"
the sneeze is quiet, thankfully, but it still holds all the force it would've had if A had been able to let it out.
worse, A's nose is tickling even more now. they try and fail to communicate that the pressure of B's fingertips against their sinuses is more ticklish than relieving. soon, they're jerking forward with another: "hAHH'nNGxt!"
"you need to hold back," B admonishes. "i'm not about to risk getting caught."
"i'm trying... but it... hIHh... t-tickles so badly... hih... hiIh.... hiIIHhh..."
with the next sneeze, B clamps a hand over A's nose and mouth. A hits their hand with a spraying, "'TTSHHiish-!", which mists B's hand with thousands of droplets. their nose is openly running now.
the footsteps outside the door pause. B moves their index finger back under A's nose.
"what did i tell you?" they chastise. "if you sneeze again, we're going to be in serious trouble."
what follows is 2 minutes of intense ticklish torture A has ever experienced. they have to sneeze so badly, but every time they come close, B stops the sneeze in its tracks with a finger under their nose, or pinches their nose shut so the sneeze has no room to go anywhere.
"hhih... HIiih... hiiHHh...!!"
the tickle is almost unbearable, they need to sneeze so badly. on the other hand, B quiets them with little sympathy: "don't even think about it," they say. "i'm not going to let you sneeze."
after what seems like an eternity, the footsteps head off in the other direction. there's the sound of a heavy door shutting, and then they're alone again.
relieved, B lifts their cupped hand from A's mouth, seemingly forgetting that A's resolve was just seconds away from crumbling. meanwhile, A can't possibly hold back anymore. after minutes of denying themselves the relief their body so desperately needs, after every holdback and every false start fed directly into the itch in their sinuses, they can't take it anymore. A explodes forward with an absolutely drenching sneeze...
"HEHH'TCHHIIIIIew!!"
...directly onto B's face.
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with all of those sneeze particles circulating in that small, cramped space... it's no wonder that B wakes up a few days later, sneezing their head off. 😌
Snzario ahead. Warnings for some n*dity, uncovered snz, slight mess and implied contagion.
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Someone in a changing room getting their bra size fitted. The shop employee with a terrible cold, their red steaming nose twitching as they get to work.
The customer standing there topless in the small space, which is barely spacious enough for one person, but which currently has to accomodate two people. While the two are standing very close, facing each other, crammed into the tiny space, the employee struggles to fight down the urge to sneeze.
Hitching breaths caress the customer's bare breasts, their nipples getting hard. Suddenly, a tiny gasp, the employee's eyes wide and round in shock before their eyelids squeeze shut and they release a breathy, wet "Hhehhh'PTCCHHEEE!!!" all over the exposed chest in front of them.
A gust of spray rains down on the customer's bare breasts, dousing the soft skin in a million of wet, glittering specks, while the remnants of the sneeze swirl around the two of them in the tiny changing room, making sure the customer takes home a cold with their bra.
thinking about contagion through objects, except take it up a notch...
A has the worst cold they've had in ages, and they spent all morning going through box after box of tissues. once they finally ran out, they had to resort to using a stack of cafeteria napkins. maybe they're heading out somewhere, so they shove the stash into their pocket.
as they work, they repeatedly rub their red, dripping nose onto the stack of napkins. honestly, their nose is running like a tap... it's not long before the napkins are damp in their hands.
every so often, they lift the entire stack up to their face, just inches away from their nose and mouth as they unleash violent, spraying sneeze after sneeze: "hhh-HAHH-hahh-TSCHHiiew! snf... sdf! hh-hHhAH'TSCHHh'mPF!"
after just an hour, the napkin stack is thoroughly drenched, and their hands are entirely covered with cold viruses. they are intent on going through their day as usual, drawing as little attention to themself - and their terrible cold - as possible, but then...
B - a coworker who A think is a little full of themselves - spills something on some important documents. they all but shriek - "does anyone have any napkins?!" they zero in on the stash A is holding and practically snatches it out of A's hands, despite A's protests.
"wait," A says. "you shouldn't use that. it's..."
but B is too worried about cleaning up the mess to care, or to notice that the napkins are already damp - after all, the napkins still do their job, don't they? they wring every last bit of use out of the napkins - wipe away the liquid that's spilled all over their desk, wipe down their pens and their work keyboard, for good measure - while A watches them, a little horrified, before getting out of their seat to retrieve a new fresh, uncontaminated stack.
"there," B says, satisfied with their work, as A returns with a stack of fresh napkins. "much better." they take the proffered napkins from A without a word of thanks, reaching up with a hand to rest a hand on their mouth while they look over their work.
a few days later, a now-recovered A heads into the office, only to be met with a loud, messy - 'hhH-HehhH-HHEH'TDCHHHHIIW!" from a couple desks down, which absolutely tears into a handful of tissues...
someone with a cold sneezing in a spot that, unknowingly to them, disperses the sneeze particles everywhere.
maybe they're seated in a library, and they just happen to be facing the AC vent which circulates air through the building. maybe they're sitting on the second floor, and they direct their sneezes downwards past the stairway railing unthinkingly, not giving much thought to who might pass by below them. or maybe it's a particularly windy day, and they're taking a walk through a crowded part of town, directing their sneezes downwards in front of them, but with this wind...
either way, they're just at the start of a terrible cold - yesterday their throat was sore, and their nose hasn't stopped running since they woke up this morning. worse, the sneezes are... (hh— HHiih-!) - are almost constant and unpredictable. they've been plagued by all these loud, hitchy sneezes, loud enough to echo off the walls around them, forceful enough to expel a dense cloud of contagious droplets...
and because of where they're sitting, the mist (which is practically teeming with cold viruses - they are in the most contagious state of their cold, after all) is efficiently distributed around them, dooming some of the passersby to wake up a few days later with an awful cold of their own ♡
Dom comes down with a cold and their bratty sub starts playfully mocking them to get a rise out of them. Maybe the Sub sits on their dom's lap to distract them/is in their face
"aaaw poor baby's got the sniffles huh?"
"You look so pathetic underneath me like this"
"You're all whiny when you're like this ya know"
"You wont do shit, i know you wont since you're all sick~"
While their sub is verbally humiliating them, they don't notice that they're dom is starting to look a lil sneezy. Only when the dom tries to warn them through hitching breathes does the Sub know this.
"I-I'mb g-goddaah hah!" But the sub doesn't stop their teasing. Smirking they start sliding their finger down the bridge of their dom's red twitchy nose.
"aaaw you're so sensitive today"
"You want me to get off? You're gonna have to make me~"
They say while tapping the tip of their Dom's nose. Now the dom had decided a good minute ago they'd get their pay back, and they're sure it'll come much sooner than expected.
Gasped hugely the dom pulls the Sub close and sneezes right into their neck and chest, some ended up on their face but a good amount of the mess coming from their nose ends up everywhere.
Cords and webs dripping and connecting to the sub's skin while some oozed lower and lower from those angry red nostrils. The sub was completely frozen in their dom's trap. The last sneeze ended up in their face splattering all the snot the Dom had left. When the dom realized they were finished they let out a small chuckle and face apology.
"Oh dno, didn't mean to sdeeze od you...hope you don't get sick~"
drooling but not from my mouth over someone who is already sick being forced into a situation that only sets off their nose further. Perhaps they're hiding it, and go to spend time with friends, only to go to a botanical garden, or end up hiding in a dusty closet, or they go to sleep over someone's house and are given a feather pillow. Their poor sick nose was already so full of that cold, so stuffy and horribly tickly, but now? Now it's leaking, itching endlessly, and the feeling just keeps building until they break into a fit of uncontained sneezes, so allergic and so sick at the same time, spraying contagious droplets everywhere, all over the place
thanks for all the responses! ♥ i've added a few super basic visualizations of the data in case anyone is interested.
there were 353 total responses across the two polls (not counting the "one of the options in the [other] reblog" option).
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most common type to least common types (with total response count):
INFP (88)
INTP (56)
INFJ (51)
ENFP (28)
INTJ (25)
ISFP (18)
ISTP (17)
ISFJ (16)
ISTJ (12)
ENFJ (12)
ENTP (10)
ENTJ (8)
ESFP (6)
ESTJ (3)
ESTP (2)
ESFJ (1)
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counts/percentages by letter:
I (283) — 80.17% of total
E (70) — 19.83% of total
N (278) — 78.75% of total
S (75) — 21.25% of total
F (220) — 62.32% of total
T (133) — 37.68% of total
P (225) — 63.74% of total
J (128) — 36.26% of total
compare this to the general population:
i found the strong lean towards introversion (I) and intuition (N) within the respondents here to be interesting !
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the 3 most common types, INFP, INTP, and INFJ, make up 55.24% of the total response pool, whereas those three personality types make up only approx. 9.2% of the total population (src).
i wonder if it is this specific fetish/kink, or tumblr itself as a platform (as compared to other places like the forum), or the general online-ness of the responders, which accounts most for this difference.
A has the fetish... and a cold. as much as they'd love to see their partner (B) with the same cold, they take their precautions. they're careful to direct each sneeze away from B, to muffle their harsh, spraying sneezes into a handful of tissues, to use copious amounts of hand sanitizer.
B knows about the fetish. they insist that they wouldn't mind catching A's cold, if it would make A happy. but A, not quite believing that B would really be okay with catching such a terrible head cold, laughs and dismisses them
as the day goes on, it becomes more and more obvious that A's cold is shaping up to be awful. A's nose is running profusely, their nose tickling incessantly, and they find themselves constantly interrupted with harsh, throat scraping sneezes
it's the first day of their cold, so it must be one of the most contagious. they instruct B to keep their distance, continue to politely deny B of their cold. both of them know how hot A would find it if B were to catch this, but A is too embarrassed to do anything about it
that is, until... B has finally had enough.
"whadt are you—" A asks, but they're interrupted by B, cupping a hand around A's cheek and leaning in for a deep, indulgent kiss.
"wait," A says, panting against B's lips. "you should m-move." they attempt to twist away, their chest rising with the sneeze they're fighting to keep contained. "I... hahhh... deed to... hhHAAH..."
B just kisses them harder, unwilling to move out of the way. A has no option to turn away, no option to do anything other than let the sneezes out...
...right in front of them, drenching B's face with contagious spray, as B continues to kiss them, utterly unbothered... maybe even more fervently than before.
"w-wait," A says, gasping for breath. their nose is starting to run again. "what are you doing?! you'll cadtch my cold... HAHh... hAHH'IIIIITSSSCHHUUE!!" the sneeze comes with barely any warning, showering B with glistening spray. "hHEH... HEHH... HEHH'EETSSHHH-IIYYEW!! ahhH'TTSHHhhiIII!EEEW!!"
"if you want to convince me to stop kissing you, you'll have to work harder," B says, leaning into the kiss again.
despite themselves, A feels warmth settle just below their stomach at the thought of what consequences B might face for kissing them like this, just as their breath begins to hitch and hitch...
A has the fetish... and a cold. as much as they'd love to see their partner (B) with the same cold, they take their precautions. they're careful to direct each sneeze away from B, to muffle their harsh, spraying sneezes into a handful of tissues, to use copious amounts of hand sanitizer.
B knows about the fetish. they insist that they wouldn't mind catching A's cold, if it would make A happy. but A, not quite believing that B would really be okay with catching such a terrible head cold, laughs and dismisses them
as the day goes on, it becomes more and more obvious that A's cold is shaping up to be awful. A's nose is running profusely, their nose tickling incessantly, and they find themselves constantly interrupted with harsh, throat scraping sneezes
it's the first day of their cold, so it must be one of the most contagious. they instruct B to keep their distance, continue to politely deny B of their cold. both of them know how hot A would find it if B were to catch this, but A is too embarrassed to do anything about it
that is, until... B has finally had enough.
"whadt are you—" A asks, but they're interrupted by B, cupping a hand around A's cheek and leaning in for a deep, indulgent kiss.
"wait," A says, panting against B's lips. "you should m-move." they attempt to twist away, their chest rising with the sneeze they're fighting to keep contained. "I... hahhh... deed to... hhHAAH..."
B just kisses them harder, unwilling to move out of the way. A has no option to turn away, no option to do anything other than let the sneezes out...
...right in front of them, drenching B's face with contagious spray, as B continues to kiss them, utterly unbothered... maybe even more fervently than before.
"w-wait," A says, gasping for breath. their nose is starting to run again. "what are you doing?! you'll cadtch my cold... HAHh... hAHH'IIIIITSSSCHHUUE!!" the sneeze comes with barely any warning, showering B with glistening spray. "hHEH... HEHH... HEHH'EETSSHHH-IIYYEW!! ahhH'TTSHHhhiIII!EEEW!!"
"if you want to convince me to stop kissing you, you'll have to work harder," B says, leaning into the kiss again.
despite themselves, A feels warmth settle just below their stomach at the thought of what consequences B might face for kissing them like this, just as their breath begins to hitch and hitch...
I know you’ve done contagion scenarios already, but please do more! I love your stuff!
thank you anon! ♡ i realize it's been a hot while (pls forgive the wait), but i missed writing and posting prompts here. here goes...
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a character (A) who is always snapping at others to not pass on their colds, but who is simultaneously hypocritical about their own standards. they can barely go one cold/flu season without berating others to cover their mouth ('why did you even come in today? i can hear you sneezing from all the way over here!' or 'have you ever thought of covering your mouth?' or 'can you take another step back? i really don't want to catch that' or 'they have a cold? you'd better keep your distance')
on the rare occasion when they come down with a bad cold, though, it doesn't even cross their mind to be considerate. so what if they let out another, spraying sneeze? it's not like they can help it, the sneezes just snuck up on them! you'd understand how hard it is to cover if you had their cold... the sneezes are just so unpredictable!
why didn't they stay home today? well, the world isn't going to stop for a cold, obviously! and what if someone catches this from them? well, clearly someone else wasn't careful enough with their own cold if they have this cold in the first place, so why should they be the first one to pick up the torch? they sneeze openly, reveling in how good it feels to get them out, and blow their nose loudly and with no shame, oblivious to - or unbothered by - the irritated looks sent their way.
but what they don't account for is...
colds can often be invisible. one day, another character - B - comes in with a cold, and has to occupy a space that A is later going to occupy. maybe it's an office cubicle, or an elevator, or an aisle at the grocery store; maybe it's a particular seat on a train, or a table at a cafe.
either way, B - who has a terrible, contagious head cold - finds themselves sniffling incessantly, so much that they have to wipe their nose on their hands to keep it from dripping. and god, their nose is so ticklish... they find themselves with their eyebrows scrunching up, eyes half lidded, to sneeze and sneeze. some sneezes get caught in a cupped hand, the spray narrowly escaping from between their fingers; some they don't even bother to cover, given how fruitless the endeavor feels.
B really wouldn't have shown up if they had any choice, but for whatever reason, they're here, running errands or getting work done, or heading home... best to go through with it, then. it's a good thing there aren't many people around to hear them sneezing.
by the time B is done, the air is heavy with contagious particles. everything they've touched is thoroughly contaminated, every surface gleaming with spray. they pack their things up and leave, but not before unleashing another spraying sneeze into the area
...a few hours later, enter A, unsuspecting, ready to use the space as they believe they're entitled to...
A person with a nasty cold is SO tired they just can't bring themselves to trudge up the stairs to 15th floor, as their sinuses are so full and congested that they hurt with every step.
A person unaware of catching a cold, stepping in the full elevator only to feel a sudden tickle overpower their unsuspecting nose, causing them to release the very first sneeze of their cold into the crowded elevator
A person being completely miserable and full of cold, who just spent one hour in a meeting, suppressing sneezes until their sinuses were on fire. They step into the empty elevator, so glad thar the meeting is finally over, and take a deep breath as the doors slide close. Finally, they are alone, not under the scrutiny of bosses or colleagues. It feels so nice to just breathe and... "Hehh'YiiSsHhZzshu!!" Oh God, the sneeze they'd been holding in just escaped... right as the elevator doors had opened on the next floor to let more people in...
Two peolpe stepping into the empty elevator of their apartment building, one leaning heavily against the other, their bright red nose peeking out from behind a well-used handkerchief. "We're almost home, love," their partner reassures them, "then we can get you changed into your favorite pajamas and get you to bed." The reply is a sharp, wet, desperate sneeze, followed by a shy sniffle. "That sounds ndice...."
germaphobe lathering on hand sanitizer after a sickly-sounding sneeze is unleashed next to them, but the scent of their hand sanitizer irritates the cold-ridden nose even more...
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