a person in a polycule of 5 people who all share the same bed. they've managed to avoid cold and flu season so far, but one night the person finds themselves squished between their partner on day 3 of a terrible head cold, who came home from work pale and losing their voice and clearly isn't sleeping well between the sniffling and sneezing, and their partner on their other side who's clearly coming down with something and is cradling an ice bag to their aching head, sniffling and snorting in their sleep. the person can feel the heat of a fever radiating from the person on their left, and in the middle of the night they feel the hot spray of a sneeze on their back from the person on their right. the person wakes up with a sore throat, but so do the people on the ends of the bed, and by the end of the week their house sounds like the waiting room at the doctors office and the person who feels the healthiest is making a huge stockpot of chicken soup on the stove, hoping to help them all breathe a little. they're taking turns sleeping on the couch and recliners in the living room and huddling in the hot steam of the two bathrooms and of course it gets worse at night for all of them and they have two humidifiers going, one on each nightstand, and none of them can sleep right between the fever and the sneezing and the wall of congestion they all share. the house itself is a biohazard for anyone not infected to walk into. eventually they all pile in the car and drive to the doctor's office, and the final count is 3 sinus infections, 2 ear infections, 2 cases of bronchitis, and 5 very, very nasty head colds. all of them either are starting to lose their voice or just starting to get it back, but 2 of them have full on laryngitis and are ordered to stop talking and rest their voices. all of them sound terrible, and all of them are ordered back to bed.
Little fic for yall! This is based on a fire prompt by @blooming-trees ty for the idea! She mentioned it on a post I made asking for prompts on the forum but I got cold feet and didn't post it on there so it's only for y'all. Enjoy a sneezy hippie.
Daisy sniffed, she’d been sniffling for the past hour, and complaining about all the pollen and the dust in the air. Occasionally she screwed up her face and drew in a few deep breaths, obviously building to a sneeze, only to moan in frustration when one didn’t emerge. By the fourth time it happened, her friends were in hysterics. They were sitting in a circle in the grass under the early afternoon sun, passing around a joint. They’d arrived at the festival ground late the previous night, and slept in the van until 1. Now they were starting the day off with a smoke circle.
Daisy was wearing a tank top and a patchwork maxi skirt. Her shoulders were pink from a developing sunburn. She was sitting cross legged laughing along to her friend's nonsense with one hand almost perpetually pressed against her nose, scrubbing at the itch. Occasionally she moved it to wipe at her watery eyes.
On her left, Jenny was braiding a chunk of Daisy’s long blond hair. To her right, Marco was hogging the joint. Finally losing patience, she stuck her hand out towards Marco and opened her middle and pointer fingers expectantly.
He laughed and deposited the joint between her waiting fingers. She smiled and raised it to her lips, taking in a long slow drag. She held the smoke in her lungs for a few months, then exhaled, smoke obscuring her face for a moment before dissipating. Her dreamy look was interrupted quickly and was replaced with the familiar expression of allergic anticipation
“Hehh..” her breath caught and she held the joint far out to her side to keep it safe.
A giggle ran through the group as they watched her struggle yet again.
“Hehh- hhh- HEIIISHHEW! HEIGHSHEW!” Her head whipped forward as she sneezed. The hair Jenny had been braiding was pulled from her hands. The group broke out in cheers and cackles at the display.
“Fuck!” Daisy moaned in pleasure. She’d never sneezed this hard while high and it felt amazing. The same way that having sex while high was a whole different experience, her heightened sensed turned the feeling of desperate release into a whole body experience. She snapped forward with three more sneezes. “EEGHSHEW! HISHTEW-EESHEW!”
“Damn this girl can sneeze!” Ethan laughed.
“It was the smoke!” Daisy proclaimed enthusiastically. She was beaming at her victory over her nose. She took another long hit, but was unable to hold in in for long before the need returned, and her hasty exhale was quickly followed by “HiiGHSTEW! ItSHEW! Ooh those felt good” She was sneezing unrestrained down onto her lap, her normal carefree attitude only exaggerated by the pot. She’d never sneezed this hard while high and it felt amazing. The same way that having sex while high was a whole different experience, the feeling of desperate release became a whole body experience
“Gross!” Marco exclaimed. Daisy just laughed.
“It’s natural baby, we’re all just- just- hehh HeeSHTEEW! EEGHSUU! ghhh.” She shook her head wildly after being bent forward with the force of her sneezes, “we’re all just animals,” she finished with a self satisfied smile.
She took one more hit before passing on the joint. Throughout the rest of the round she continued sneezing every few minutes, usually in twos and threes. They were getting progressively wetter, and a wet patch was appearing on the fabric of her skirt as she sneezed down onto it. Without any tissues she resorted to wiping her nose periodically with her hand and then wiped her hand into the grass behind her.
“This is gedding out of.. of- hhehh, HeeKSHUU! out of hand." she eventually admitted, “i’m gonna- HIISHU! HEEGHSUUU!” it was incredibly wet. For the first time she covered her nose with her hands, apparently hitting her limit for how gross she was willing to be. She still didn’t look particularly embarrassed. “Whad do I do?” she asked, voice muffled by congestion. “It’s everywhere.”
There were various exclamations of horror and laughter throughout the group. “Here.” Sage untied the bandana from her hair and handed it to her.
Daisy accepted the bandana and blew into it aggressively. “Thaaank you.”
A few minutes later Daisy squinted her eyes yet again, raising the bandana expectantly in front of her face. “Hehh… huhh…” she’d been sneezing so frequently that this particular buildup didn’t attract immediate attention, but after a few seconds of agonizing hitching they started to take notice. It was happening again, she was trapped gasping for air, trying to coax out a sneeze that didn’t seem intent on coming out.
“Nooo,” she moaned through hitching breaths.
“I godda- godda-” her face screwed up intensely, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. It was no use.
“Ana!” she called out desperately. Ana was across the circle, joint in hand. “You goddaah-hehh- blow smoke id my face.”
Ana giggled. “Promise you won’t sneeze on me.”
Daisy pawed at her itchy nose miserably. “I promise! C’mooon.”
Ana took a long drag and then leaned across the circle on all fours. She positioned herself below Daisy’s chin, and tilting her head up, blew a billow of smoke directly up towards her nostrils. Daisy sniffed the smoke aggressively through her stuffy nose and Ana sprung back and quickly as possible. Daisy crashed her face into the bandana just in time.
When the fit finally died down Daisy was left panting with a dazed look in her eyes, holding the bandana in front of her face in case she started up again. Eventually she blew her nose messily.
“Christ,” she said.
“Oh you poor thing!” said Jenny, “should we hang out in the van for a little?”
Daisy shook her head. “Nah, I’m done for now. Pass me the joint.”
They’d been this way before, hadn’t they? To be honest, Reed didn’t have an ever-loving clue. No matter how many times she looked at the map, nothing ever looked right. You’d seen one rock or tree or pond, you’d seen ‘em all.
“Y’alrighd, sweetheart?”
Wendy sniffled against Reed’s shoulder, wrinkling her nose. She hadn’t been feeling too well since the storm a few nights ago before had soaked their sleeping bags and tents — and what had started as a case of the sniffles had become a real hell of a cold.
“We cad stop here for the night…” Wendy began, but Reed cut her off.
“You ain’t spending one more night out here, sick as you are. Gunther reckoned he saw snow clouds Tuesday, comin’ straight for the valley.”
Wendy smiled weakly. “He also told ya thad he was champion at cards, but you beat hib every tibe.”
Reed chuckled, patting the horse’s neck as they came across a bubbling stream.
“He’s not all that at cards, but he’s never been wrong about the clouds. Besides, a cold ain’t anything to sneeze-”
Suddenly, Wendy’s breath shuddered, and she buried her nose into the crook of Reed’s neck.
“hhhtch’chiew!”
Reed tightened her grip on the reigns. Wendy tittered and took out her handkerchief.
“Oh, ‘scuse be. Sduck up on me.”
She dabbed her handkerchief on her partner’s neck, then took to dabbing her nose.
Reed swallowed, her face burning. Wendy blew her nose.
“I really ab sorry, Reed. I didn’d mean to.”
Reed cleared her throat. “Don’tcha worry about it. It just, er, surprised me is all.”
Surprised was quite an understatement. Ever since they’d gotten on the road this morning, Wendy’s sniffles and sneezes had distracted Reed to no end. Something about that pink nose scrunching up, her eyelids fluttering, her whimpers, her shuddering breaths…
And her sneezes.
Not only were they as pretty as could be, but they were always bestowed to Reed on her neck or shoulder, leaving a wet spray on her leather vest.
Reed also rode high in her saddle, the rocking between her legs giving her both relief and a burden she could hardly stand carrying.
“Oh, s-sakes ali-hive-!”
Wendy put her handkerchief to her nose again. Her nose wrinkled, and she batted her long eyelashes.
“I thingk I bay…hay-!”
Reed steeled herself, trying to pay attention to the path ahead of her. But between Wendy’s warm, shuddering breath in her ear, as well as her bosom pressing against her with every hitch, along with the steady movement of the saddle…
“Hih-! HIH-!”
Reed grit her teeth, her knuckles white on the reigns.
“HHHHI’tchiiiew!”
Reed put her hands on her calves, bending forward as her pleasure reached its climax. She willed herself not to shudder as she ground her teeth and leaned back against Wendy.
“Mmmph…”
Wendy looked up, once again cleaning up her nose.
“Darling?”
Reed took a deep breath, readjusting herself in the saddle.
“Sorry ‘bout that,” she sighed. “Just a…bur or s-something, I think.”
Wendy rubbed her cheek against Reed’s shoulder.
“If I felt byself, I’d fight off thad bush for ya,” she croaked. “Nobody messes with by ranger.”
Reed bit her lip.
“W-Why don’tcha try to rest a bit?” she said. “We’ve got a while ‘til the next town, if the map’s right. I don’t want you to tire yourself out.”
Wendy murmured her agreement, already dozing against Reed — who was still trying to get her bearings.
But while Reed thought that she’d get some peace while her partner was asleep, she was sorely mistaken.
To keep herself from falling off, Wendy had, at some point in the ride, thrown her arms around Reed’s chest, nestling into her shoulder. As she faded in and out of sleep, she would rub her cold, leaking nose into Reed’s neck, sniffling and murmuring in her dreams.
If wasn’t long before Reed has both hands on the horn of the saddle, trying not to wake her sleeping partner. However, keeping herself together wasn’t as easy as before.
“Nnngh~!”
Reed gasped, bending forward with a shudder. Wendy yawned.
“Mm, honey?” she murmured. “Y’okay?”
“Yep,” Reed said shortly. “Right as rain.”
Wendy put her arms over Reed’s shoulders.
“Why don’d we camp for tonight? We’ve been riding an awful long tibe, and I’b sure you’re exhausted.”
As much as Reed wanted to get off the horse, a part of her still didn’t feel right camping out in the cold while Wendy was sick.
But, before Reed could argue, she felt Wendy’s nose wrinkle against her shoulder.
Oh no. Oh heavens no.
“Hihih-!”
Reed wrapped the reigns around her hands, pulling them tight between her fingers. She held her breath. She bit her lip.
But all she could think of was —
“hhhhh’TCHIEW! TSH’IEW!”
“GAH~!”
Reed convulsed, unable to help herself. She ground against the saddle, gasping with pleasure that she for so long hadn’t allowed herself.
“Hah~! Haah~”
Finally, Reed rested against the horse’s neck, almost bent over the saddle.
“Reed!”
Wendy slid off the saddle, coming to Reed’s side.
“Honey, whad’s wrong? Can ya hear be?”
Reed breathed heavily, still not quite recovered.
“Maybe there’s a physician sobewhere,” Wendy said, grabbing the map. “And get ya checked…”
Read swallowed. “Wendy.”
“I kndew we should’ve camped for the night! And you were tellin’ be not to get worn out!”
“Wendy. ‘S fine.”
“It’s ndot! Oh, it’s all my fault. If I didn’d go and catch this cold, we would’ve-”
Suddenly, Reed leaned over, taking Wendy’s face in her hands.
“Wendy.”
Wendy stopped, looking up at Reed with wide eyes.
“I ain’t sick,” Reed continued. “And it ain’t your fault. And if it is, it’s ‘cause you’re just too damn pretty. You and your pretty little nose.”
Wendy blinked. “Huh?”
She glanced down, then looked up again, her face turning bright red.
“Oh, sweetheart…”
Reed gave a sheepish smile. “It wasn’t hard the first time, y’know…but the second ‘n third…I couldn’t…er…”
“Now, never you mbind!” Wendy interrupted. “Let’s ged all cleaned up, and then I’ll get in with ya in your sleeping bag. I bet you could use some TLC…”
Wendy took Reed’s hand to help her get off the saddle. Reed limped into her lover’s arms.
She’d tell her about the whole sneeze thing later. For now, what she needed was a sleepy night under the stars.
Idk if this is the kind of weird and impossible you were picturing but my go to sneeze fantasy that I would never write is just like. Sneezy princess with a servant or two whose job it is to catch her sneezes so that she never has to worry about covering herself. And this is just normal and accepted and very hot for said servant(s). And when she has a cold it’s expected that her sneeze catchers use their hands or bodies rather than tissues or handkerchiefs so that they can “take the cold off her hands.”
hey this is HOT and weird and impossible, which are the best kind of sneeze scenarios! I love coming up with shit that would never happen in real life!
I love this vision and am obsessed with this hot princess sneezing purposefully on these servants and they welcome it fully!!
more of my oc's :'] they still don't have names yet but here's some quick doodles! im still trying to figure out how to write and draw snz but hopefully I’ll improve overtime lol,..,
also thank you so much for all the support on my last post really glad y’all enjoyed my self indulgence 😭😭
Every once in a while I'll see scenarios on here that make me want to draw them and this one just tugged a little too strongly on my brain and I literally couldn't focus on anything except wanting to draw this so I sketched this out super fast. It's been a while since I've done any art so I welcomed this inspiration :P
Idk if this is the kind of weird and impossible you were picturing but my go to sneeze fantasy that I would never write is just like. Sneezy princess with a servant or two whose job it is to catch her sneezes so that she never has to worry about covering herself. And this is just normal and accepted and very hot for said servant(s). And when she has a cold it’s expected that her sneeze catchers use their hands or bodies rather than tissues or handkerchiefs so that they can “take the cold off her hands.”
hey this is HOT and weird and impossible, which are the best kind of sneeze scenarios! I love coming up with shit that would never happen in real life!
I love this vision and am obsessed with this hot princess sneezing purposefully on these servants and they welcome it fully!!
a chambermaid rubbing menthol on her lady's chest when she has a terrible cold and savouring every touch because she knows it's the closest she'll ever get to touching her tenderly in bed...
Lily stumbled in the door to the apartment she shared with her wife, Macy. Her head was heavy and she felt like her sinuses had been filled with cement.
As soon as Macy saw her wife, she lit up and patted her thigh. Lily smiled through the headcold haze and sat down on her wife’s lap, leaning up against her chest. “How was your day?” Macy asked, gently rubbing her wife’s shoulder.
“I brought you a surprise,” Lily replied, and sucked in a long, soupy sniffle. HhrrrpPPPXXXXXXXXxxxxst. It did absolutely nothing to clear her nose, but it made her wife shiver. “The new lady in the office brought it in, and she’s been so miserable all week. She’s not much of a handwasher, and get this - she even sneezes into her hands.”
Macy’s hips shifted underneath Lily. “She should be careful, she’s probably very contagious.”
“Oh, for sure,” Lily replied. I only had to borrow her pen once before - hhhhrrssxxxxxxttt, guh - I started to feel a little trickle. That was only yesterday, and I’m already so congested.”
Macy curled some of Lily’s hair around a finger. “I can tell. Although from the sound of it, you didn’t need to get close. Your whole office was probably sticky with her sneezes.”
Lily tried to sniffle again before giving up again and breathing only through her mouth. Sssnrf, skkkkkknrf... gahhh.
Macy pressed two fingers to Lily’s cheek, and Lily allowed her head to be turned towards her wife, who was as flushed with arousal as Lily was with cold. She leaned in and kissed her wife, pressing into her warmth, her softness, and her stream of germs. Lily stiffened. "I'm gonna - Macy, I've gotta - ssSSSSNNNRAKKKK... gah," she sniffled, once again giving up on clearing her congestion and breathing out through her mouth instead. "I... no tissues, I'm gonna sn- aaah, aaaAAAAH KERCHEEEW." The sneeze she'd been fighting burst out in a messy spray. Macy let out a small, private moan.
Lily reflexively sniffled, hheeeessshhRRRXXXXT, and then tried to wipe her streaming nose with her arm. She only succeeded in spreading the mess on her hand and all down her forearm.
Macy used the hem of her shirt to wipe the contagious spray off her face.
“You know, I should pick up tissues after dinner,” Macy said. “Because I have a feeling I’m about to come down with a heavy, stuffy cold.”
I accidentally thought about a scenario in which an absolute hottie has a terrible cold and I give her full permission to be as careless and inconsiderate about it as possible, flat out asking her to give me that cold any means possible.
And then knowing that at any point of the day, she might come up to me and sneeze right on me. And there is no telling how many things I’ll be touching that she has sneezed all over or sneezed into her hands and then touched. Door handles. Light switches. Phone. Laptop. TV remote. My fucking pillow. Maybe she’d take a sip from my drink on purpose. Sneeze in her hands and then touch me. And by that I mean touch me. 🔥🔥🔥 Constantly talking about how miserable her cold is and how much she’s looking forward to making me as much of a snotty mess that she is.
I have absolutely no explanation for why I think this is so fucking hot right now, but for some reason it is, and I’m climbing walls and screeching like a lioness in heat. (not quite, but I’m very flushed and very horny, like, 24/7, and also very puzzled because why? lol)
An actor, performer, or maybe a musician of some kind getting their makeup done before an interview. Same old routine right? Except for some reason their nose is extra sensitive today. Usually a makeup brush over the nose doesn’t tickle so bad but today their nose is extra sensitive.
They’d been feeling itchy today. Something in the air. The skin of their nose feels hot to the touch. The soft brush drifting up the bridge of their nose doesn’t help matters much. They scrunch it up, trying to escape the sensation. Maybe they joke about it, maybe the makeup artist apologizes and promises they’ll be quick. Soft powder drifting in the air makes their eyes water up. But they can’t touch their face obviously..
Feeling the soft fibers of the brush swiping right under their widening nostrils is near torturous. They can’t help themselves but knuckle at their philtrum, it’s the most they can do to relieve the tickle burning up their nose without smearing the makeup.
They wish they could just have a good blow before they go on stage. Or even better, a good sneeze. They can feel it coming, just at the back of their throat. But they’re a professional. They try and smile through it, answering the host while occasionally twiddling at the tip of their nose with the back of a wrist.
Its a horrible time on stage. They can still feel the phantom brush fluttering under their nose, it’s distracting and eye watering. Under the heavy lights of the stage they can feel that sneeze taking its damn time pulsing in their sinuses. Their nose is definitely caught in a flare. They’re already hitching by the time they finally shake hands with the host. They practically run off the stage digging through a pocket or a purse for a tissue.
The curtains close, they raise the tissue up to their trembling mouth. Finally—
“Hih.. Heh-HEH!!”
someone taps them on the shoulder. They’re being redirected to a line of photographers.
the sneeze fizzles out, leaving their nose aching, their eyes blurry.
probably unintentional- haha that's up to you though!
Finally getting around to responding to this ask about unintentionally sneezing into someone’s mouth. I’ve been trying to think of snzarios that aren’t the typical “two people are about to kiss and one person sneezes” so have my first of hopefully a few different scenarios.
CW: Contagion, illness
Person A and Person B are in the midst of a wrestling match. B is recovering from a cold, but their nose is still dripping like a faucet.
They’re squared up with A, they can feel snot running down their upper lip, causing a tickle.
They can feel a sneeze coming, but they just have to wait a few more seconds until the match is over.
B has pinned A to the mat; A’s mouth is open, panting with exertion. The seconds seem to stretch into minutes— B barely has time to recognize that they are going to sneeze before they let out a strong, wet sneeze right into A’s face and their open mouth. Two more sneezes follow, and B is barely able to move their head to the side so these ones graze the side of A’s face, spraying the mat below them.
B swears their cold isn’t contagious anymore, but Person A and anyone who rolls around on that snotty mat afterwards would beg to differ when— after a day or two has passed— they wake up with equally dripping noses.
