contagion_is_hot

24, sneezing/coughing/just want someone to give me a snotty sneezy cold 18+, minors DNI

[othermedia]

Okay so we all love the idea of someone who wears glasses sneezing and having the glasses slip down thier nose a little bit. However I think there is potential in a different but related scenario:

Imagine someone else with a cold sneezing on the person with glasses instead.

Usually the concept of a cold virus is formed in the minds eye, but not to our glasses wearer in this moment.

The spray of the sneeze forms a mist of dropletts on the lenses. They can practically see the virus within the little rivulets sliding down the glass. (Or perhaps something a little more opaque if that's your preference.)

They know thier inevitable cold is staring them directly in the eye, taunting them.

The best our friend can do is remove the residue by rubbing the lenses on the bottom of thier shirt and wipe thier face with the back of thier hand - but they know it's too late. The virus is already inside them, seeking out the right cells to latch onto and start the process of making our nearsigted friend a congested, feverish, and sneezy mess.

Let's just hope thier glasses don't slip too much when they start sneezing.

Feel free to steal this if you like.

[feverish-cuddles]

you're standing in line at the contagion clinic between a few other healthy people. in a separate line is a sick person who definitely needs more than a couple of tissues. Nose red, streaming, poor person all shivery, shoulders tense and always rubbing at their nose. While you're waiting in line to check in, the sick person gets to the front of their line. A nurse is doing intake behind a plexie glass wall. The poor sickie is answering her questions between hitches, doing their best to what seems like stave off a sneeze that's begging to come out. Eventually their body decides enough is enough and they gasp dramatically and lurch forwards with a harsh wet snz. You watch as mess and spray splatters and drips down on the class at the nurse's face height. More mess is dripping from the sickie's red twitchy nose as they finish with an "ugh excuse bme" and their shoulders slump hard and their face finally slack with relief

[cr0wfeather]

big rough man fucking you into the mattress and sneezing his absolutely sloppy, wet cold down your back. happy thursday btw.

[sf-libet]

spiked tissues are hot. how about a spiked face mask?

there's an extra layer to putting pollen, pepper, perfume, etc (whatever will set off their nose the worst) into a face mask. putting them into tissues is fun, especially if you then hand that off to them directly. but spiking a face mask doesn't even require that extra step to add the intentionality--you know they're going to wear it anyway.

face masks in general are meant to prevent particulate matter from passing through them. now, typically, this is in the context of moisture in your breath (and, of course, coughs and sneezes), but i will not lie; this post was inspired by a clip of a guy putting very fine sawdust inside an N95 and the dust itself still escaping in super fine clouds as he reacted to it.

so whatever you put in the face mask is likely going to be stuck, strapped over top of both airways (nose and mouth), and you'll likely only see both the tool and its effects indirectly, as they sneeze, and sneeze, and sneeze.

[stargazersnz]

Cold scenario w/ mess and contagion ☝️

Someone with such an obvious cold, red nose, sniffling and wiping their nose on a crumpled tissue.

When sneezes hit they only turn to their side, no attempt to cover and sneeze down towards the floor, obvious mess dripping down from each sneeze onto the floor. There’s a pause in between each where just when you think they’ve done they start up again.

It’s almost as if you can feel your own nose itch and a tickle in your throat from just simply being near them.

[feverishbullshit]

Mess and contagion cw!

Sitting on the couch with someone who is so sniffly and congested and who keeps on letting out messy sneezes. Putting a thermometer in their mouth to check their temperature, pulling it out to read 100°. Then taking the thermometer and putting it in their nose, using it to induce messy sneezes all over your face, feeling the spray and strings of snot on your face and hands. When they're done, you have them blow their nose into the thermometer, which you then put in your mouth, pushing all of that snot and phlegm into your mouth, and just waiting for all the germ laden snot to enter your body and replicate, making you so sick and snotty too

[contagion-is-hot]

I would do this in a heartbeat

[dr-ground-zero]

mess fucker + doctor stuff

Dr who's trying to get through their shift with a cold that is slowly getting heavier. Of course they take all the precautions, washing their hands and wearing a mask.

Things are fine until they stifle a pretty messy snz into their mask and very quickly they can feel the mess inside pressed agains their face and dripping down their nose into the mask. but they're not done maybe they end up having a fit or snzing through out the day. they end up double masking just so no one can see the dampness of the main mask. when they finally get some time alone they unstrap the masks and decide 'why the fuck not' and blow heavily into them. They're getting trashed anyways. Just to grab a new set to cover up the damage- aka their very red angry nose

[feverish-cuddles]

someone walking into a clinic probably just for their physical or something. and the only space left to sit in the waiting room is next to a person who's OBVIOUSLY unwell. they're bundled up in a blanket or coat, Dabbing at their very red streaming nose and haphazardly snzing, sending tuffs of very contagious spray every where and mess dripping down their face. They try to apologize every so often while the other prays for their turn to be taken back comes faster. But the sick person can barely get through much out between thick wet soppy sniffles, desperate vocal hitches and heavy body shaking snzs.

[sneezology]

love contagion love dread love anticipation… but there is also something about someone who seems to have caught a cold without rhyme or reason.

maybe it’s far from flu season, maybe they can’t recall being around anyone who’s been sick—or many people at all, and maybe they’re not the type to get colds often… so why now??

and of course, this means they are likely unprepared. who knows what kind of medicine they may have in the back of their cabinet, if it hasn’t expired (or better yet, anything remotely medicinal packed among their things on a trip)… do they even have tissues? and how long can they make it before their nose really becomes a problem?

[feverish-cuddles]

kissing and licking someone's red twitchy drippy sensitive nose the soft idle but desperate hitching when you swirl your tongue around their rim of one of their nostrils

[clovesnz]

sentiments that might make me queasy on another day but today I mean it so much I could cry (GRAPHIC GROSS cold contagion wishes not snz) -

can someone with a cold please come cough into my mouth. can somebody please lean over me and open their mouth wide and cough their crackling wheezing cough into my open mouth please and thank you. can someone hawk up all that disgusting disease ridden gunk and spit down my throat. and then makout w me nasty style pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls Ive never needed anything more in my life

[snzqt]

"i don’t think you wanna come… i have a cold"

oh my god, shut up. i wanna fuck you and take care of you afterward.

[lezsnz]

really enjoying the idea of two character who have a polar opposite relationship to sickness. Character A gets sick every time they're in the same 100 meters of a sick person. Every year they get strep, the flu, every cold on the planet, and they suffer through cold and flu season never once being able to breathe out of their nose. They're always sneezing and often have some kind of low grade fever.

And character B who never gets sick. They're not necessary a clean freak (although they could be) but their immune system just works dialed up to ten. They often make it through cold and flu season without even once feeling even fatigue or a tickle in their throat. But when the unlikely event that they do get sick happens, it hits them much harder than character A. When they're sick, B has fevers that run dangerously high, and wont keep anything down. With most sicknesses their high fever burns through it in two days.

But the first time A sees B properly sick is when A gives B the flu. A had been suffering through with a chesty cough and a mid grade fever, but like usual A's main symton was sneezing that would just burst out of nowhere. B was a bit too confident that they were in no danger of getting sick that they barely flinched when A, sick and delirious, sneezes openly on them, and B takes to holding tissue for them. A's wet sneezing drenching whatever B is holding. And B washes their hands sure, but they're not very careful.

So when a few days later, when A is on the mend and their fever has finally broken, B wakes up and can barely move, it's not good sign. B doesn't even know what's happening, gone from healthy to deliriously sick overnight and A who had never seen B sick let alone this sick and doesn't realize this is their normal. So A is rightfully alarmed and drags their own still weak body out of bed to bring B to the hospital.

[lezsnz]

Character A goes in for an interview, everything is fine until they meet the person interviewing them, Character B, who is definitely sick. A smiles and doesn't bring it up but as the interview goes on it becomes clear that not only is B sick, but they're unhygienic. Coughing into a balled fist every couple seconds, sneezing into their hand and not even bothering to wipe it off or use the hand sanitizer forgotten on their desk before grabbing a pen or typing on their computer, pinching their squelching nose between their fingers. A tries not to stare or imagine the amount of germs that must be coating them as a misting of a sneeze slips through B’s fingers and lands on A’s face. A also tries not to cringe at the end of the interview when B offers a handshake.

That cold better not be the only thing they get out of that interview

[sneezygirl]

I was waiting to see doctors out hours for my sinus infection as last few days my nose blocked up and in same waiting room was gentleman with worse cold you have ever witnessed which I found so hot ... He had towel as he was sneezing so much , he's nose bright red and dripping all time and he couldn't stop hitching and hitching with he's mouth open wide constantly and constantly sneezing with so much spray

[sntlvr]

Trying to study

CW: snot & phlegm :)

Anna wasn't a germaphobe, and she certainly wasn't careful about staying healthy. When one of her friends was sick, she didn't bother being close to them, sharing food or drinks, studying from a few inches away, or hugging them. This had obviously boosted her immune defenses since she was little, but by February, her antibodies were exhausted, and by that time, everyone had something from a simple sore throat to bronchitis.

She had been studying in the house of a friend of her at the beginning of what was about to become a terrible flu, with her blows starting to thicken, consonants starting to sound nasal, and coughs that were starting to become less dry and more wet. After getting at least one sneeze and a couple of coughs in her face and sharing a cup of tea, Anna returned home and had just enough time to feel a slight sore throat before falling asleep.

The past three days had been the descent into hell of the worst flu she'd had in years. By day 1, she had to buy a generous supply of tissues; by day 2, she'd stopped breathing through her nose and her cough had firmly settled into her chest; and now it was day 3, and she was heading to the library to study for a big exam.

To call her completely blocked would be an understatement: it was 9:30, and as soon as she woke up, she'd immediately tried to blow her nose, but nothing had moved, neither in her nose nor in her chest, which felt really heavy today. But as she rode her bike, the rush of air unblocked both her nostrils, or rather loosened the compactness of her snot, and now she had to fight with all her strength to keep it from running down her face.

Entering the building, she was met with the extremely hot air inside, which immediately blocked her nose again, a welcome sight. She climbed the stairs and took up her usual spot, next to the radiator. She removed her books and a half-empty tissue pack from her backpack. She looked around and noticed used tissues on every table, red noses, and scarves around necks: the healthy were in the minority, she thought with a smile, and began to study.

About forty minutes had passed when she decided to go get a tea from the vending machine to warm up. She saw her reflection in the glass: bags under her eyes, greasy hair, chapped lips from breathing only through her mouth. At least her big nose was feeling a little better today, having not tortured it yet. She sat back down, sipping her tea, and held the warm cup to her chest to try to ease some of the congestion.

She was afraid of triggering a cough, which had been terrible the day before, but the heaviness in her lungs was too uncomfortable; she knew they must be really full. A friend of hers arrived with a tissue in her hand and red nostrils. "Hey, Adda, how's studyihg goihg?" She tried to speak and realized it was her first sentence of the day, and what came out was so hoarse and low that she couldn't understand anything. She cleared her throat loudly, but the phlegm that had accumulated all night remained. Embarrassed, she nodded yes with a thumbs-up, giving up on speaking for the moment. Her friend laughed: "Dod't worry, we're all feelihg worse. I thihk I've filled a whole basket with tissues sidce I've beed here."

Her friend left, and Anna tried to clear her throat, and with that cough, she managed to stir up some phlegm in her chest with a wet rattle that made several people turn around. Anna blushed; it sounded worse than she thought; there was so much phlegm that the coughing had further clogged her throat. She ran to the bathroom, holding back her cough, and once inside, she let out two crunchy, productive coughs that brought a thick mass of slime into her mouth. She spat it out disgusted into the sink and saw that it was greenish and sticky like her snot. "All the stuff I have in my nose, I also have here in my chest," she thought, and turned on the water to wash away the mush. As she sat back down, she noticed a boy who had been in the same place the day before, watching her, trying not to be seen.

He was cute, and she worried about the terrible state she was in, definitely the opposite of what an attractive girl supposedly should be: definitely not full of snot like she was. She felt she couldn't help but blow her nose anymore, and tried to do it as quietly as possible: with the first blow, a disgusting sound of gurgling slime came out. Now she was redder than ever, yet the day before, she thought, it hadn't been this disgusting, and she had to stop because that side of the tissue was already full. She folded it, feeling all the warm mass sticking inside, and saw for a moment that the boy was agitated. "That's embarrassing, now I'm going to disgust him." She wanted to stop blowing her nose, but it had just started to empty, and the sensation was too pleasant. She blew again with the other nostril, and now the tissue was warm and damp in her hands. She passed it under her snotty nose and then placed it on the table. She sniffed wetly and let out a slight cough, but it was pure phlegm. She still couldn't breathe through one nostril, but she felt much lighter. She got up to throw away the tissue and other waste paper and found a nearby trash can where she threw it all. She sat back down, and less than 30 seconds later, the guy stood up and walked toward the trash can, which was covered by a shelf.

"No, impossible," she thought, but she got up to follow him. She saw him go to a hidden corner and in his hand... yes, it was her used tissue. She reached him and cleared her throat to try to speak. He jumped and almost fell to the ground. "Why did you take by tissue?"

The guy blushed but didn't answer. "It's full of sdot." "I know... I heard you." Anna was confused, she coughed into her elbow, another disgustingly wet sound, and again that look in the guy's eyes. "Are you sobe kihd of fetishist?" The guy nodded, worried. "That's weird, what do you waht to do with by tissue?" And he: "Look inside..." "Oped it theh, if you waht." He opened it with two fingers, and inside immediately appeared the thick mass that Anna had just poured into it. It was unthinkable that all that gunk was inside her nose. The guy was astonished. Anna: Is it beautiful? He: I've never seen so much snot in a tissue. She: welcobe to by curreht life... SDRKK and she sniffed loudly to emphasize her point. He: Sorry, I don't mean to scare you, really. Anna: Doh't worry, I've seed a lot of weird stuff arouhd, ahd you're dot the worst. So you were lookihg at be because I'b a free sdot factory? And he immediately: No! You're very beautiful, and in my opinion, there's nothing more flattering than a red nose and eyebags on a pretty girl. She: Ab I attractive like that... SDRGK... sdotty? He: Very, and I love your nose.

They were definitely the most absurd compliments she'd ever received, but it made her feel strangely good to know she was appreciated despite her terrible appearance. "Thahk you...?" He: You're welcome. Anna: Adyway, by dabe is Adda, ahd you cad keep that if you waht. I cad give you bore... SNNRKK... And he: that would be fantastic.

[lezsnz]

thinking about character A who really wants to get out of an obligation, maybe its a meeting that they're dreading, maybe it's an event, whatever it is they don't want to go.

they start to think... if only they were sick, there would be no expectation to do the thing they're dreading, so they purposefully set off their allergies. It would be more realistic if they sounded sick over the phone after all.

they call in, sounding terrible and sneezing in itchy fits as they hitch out the excuse of being sick. Character B on the other end of the phone is sympathetic, telling them to get better soon and not to worry about anything.

A thinks they're in the clear and enjoys their day until B shows up at their door with soup, tissues, and medicine. A hurriedly shoves their allergen into their face making their eyes water as they answer the door trying their best to look sick and miserable.

"Hhh-whad hhih- whad are you doing he-her- hh'CHiew!"

B apologizes for not calling ahead and coos sympathetically at how miserable A looks. A keeps up the charade, and whenever they have sneezed out all their allergen, they sneak away to induce again.

maybe A did a too good job of looking sick and miserable, maybe it's terrible weather, maybe B is too tired to leave, but B ends up staying the night.

A thinks it'll be fine, tomorrow morning they'll leave and then A can stop inducing ticklish fits, but tomorrow rolls around and A wakes up to wet sneezes from the other room.

"I think I caught your cold." B says, doing a bad job at covering their sick sounding sneezes. "Good thing you can't catch this twice."

and A as no choice but to reluctantly laugh, watching B's cold progress and knowing that's where they'll be soon