Sometimes I have this fantasy scenario where two people at a lab are being paid for an experiment. The situation is that the scientists want to see if having one type of cold virus will give you immunity to the other. So they put two incredibly contagious "subjects" in a small room together, and tell them whenever they have to sneeze or cough they need to do it on or towards the other person. Each are inected with a different virus, so they are trying to see if they can spread it to the other.
Sometimes I also add that both viruses cause thier libido to skyrocket and they can't help keep thier hands (or drippy noses) off each other.
And of course neither virus gives you immunity against the other, so inevitably they become double symptomatic- just a non stop runny nose and thick congestion, sneezing twice as much, and shivering and shaking from the chills of a high fever. They'll have to spend at least a few nights in the lab/hospital so that the effect of two nasty cold viruses can be studied when you have them at the same time. Lets hope those protective equipment the doctors, nurses, and scientists are wearing hold up to the job or the whole lab will be a doubly snotty, sneezy mess with the worst cold in thier lives.
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.
Imma be so honest we need a better tagging system for contagion.
Like, sometimes I wanna get off to ppl sharing a cold or sneezing on the bus or dmth, but I either need to go lurk on a specific blog, or risk seeing posts about an old movie or real-life scary stuff.
We already have great tags like #messfucker and #coldfucker but #contagionfucker is too long maybe?
So I was decently exposed to a coworker with a cold yesterday and I could use a break, so everybody send me good vibes in hopes I catch a snotty cold. My immune system is usually pretty strong so it might be tough.
Isn't it great when you're mildly sick but sick enough to be excused of any responsibilities? Crossing my fingers.
Okay, this is probably not that interesting but there's few options for who I can talk to about this topic.
Does anyone here have legit, diagnosed contamination OCD but also have the snz fetish/kink? Particularly colds/contagion.
I want to get OCD treatment but I'm not sure if my kink is related to the fear of getting sick? If I admit it to a therapist, will they try to make me not enjoy snz anymore?
In my mind they are related but also separate, like I don't consider sneezing/contagion sexy outside of fantasy? I don't think it's like a person with a cold in public has their d*ck out or anything.
At the same time I also don't want something of theirs inside of me? Kind of like the fact that I didn't consent to that.
Has anyone any experience of dealing this this? I don't want to lose the only thing that makes me org*sm ever.
Edit: Just wanted to say thanks to everyone who wrote something or DM'd. It made me feel a bit better : )
I think Iβve hit the ceiling of messfuckery with this one fellas. Iβm ashamed to be writing this.
Giving someone their cold (consensually ofc), but taking the usual method of sneezing in their face to a whole new level.
Just sneezing into their nose. Positioning so their nostrils are flush with each other, connecting to make two long tunnels between their sinuses. Then just, sneezing and having all the mess erupt and shoot right up the other persons nose.
Chapter Summary: Well, the time has come. The dreadful cold that Percival has been suffering is no longer his own. At least Vex'ahlia doesn't seem to mind at all, and her libido seems intact.
N.S.F.W - minors do not interact!
Chapter 13 (mess)
Chapter 13 (low mess)
Features:
Contagion / contagion talk
Shared cold between partners
Spicy scene
Previous Chapters: - First Post to Ch. 1
Notes: The end! Sorry for the delay I had some IRL things to deal with. I hope you enjoyed, it was fun to write. :)
I'm not super into allergies but consider:
A person who is so embarrassed about having terrible allergies that they'd rather lie and say they have a cold.
Like having it backfire and have to rest and pretend to be sick, and then the partner is all worried when they're making no improvement.
Or let's say they're allergic to their partner's pet, but the partner insists they stay at their place so they can take care of them. So they have to stay in that environment all night...
Chapter Summary: P/ercy's fever has broken with the aid of medication. The upturn is encouraging enough for V/ex'ahlia's desire for him to flare up again. However, her lover is still in no condition to indulge her.
N.S.F.W - minors do not interact!
Chapter 12 (mess)
Chapter 12 (low mess)
Features:
-Caretaking
-Female m*sterbtion
-Male m*sterbation
-Contagion mentioned
-Mess (in the mess version) including as lube
Previous Chapters: - First Post to Ch. 1
Notes: SPICE IS BACK. Sorry if that's all you were reading this for, but this was supposed to be a minimal plot fic, then became an "oops all plot" fic. It's very self indulgent.
Chapter Summary: Feverish and miserable, Percy is tended to by Vex and Cassandra, who both express their concern that there's more that's making Percy so ill than just his cold.
N.S.F.W - minors do not interact!
Chapter 11 (mess)
Chapter 11 (low mess)
Features:
-Whump
-Caretaking
-Contagion mentioned
-Mess (in the mess version)
Previous Chapters: - First Post to Ch. 1
Notes: This chapter is another whumpy chapter, but the spice will return in the next chapter
when you're out in public (on the bus or train or something) and decide to sneakily read/listen to snz porn on your phone but end up making yourself horny but obviously can't do anything about it so you just sit there suffering and basically edging yourself by continuing to read/listen hahahahaha fuuuuuuuck
Chapter Summary: A doctor's arrival promises some relief from P/ercy's suffering, but needing a doctor was also telling as to how severe his illness is.
N.S.F.W - minors do not interact!
Chapter 10 (mess)
Chapter 10 (low mess)
Features:
-Whump
-High fever / delirium
-Contagion talk
-Mess (in the mess version)
-Bit of a doctor exam (fantasy genre style)
Previous Chapters: - First Post to Ch. 1
Notes: This chapter, and probably the next chapter will be whumpy, though it will still contain sneezing/mess/contagion all through. There should be two more spicy chapters after, then an epilogue. It's all written, just needs refining/editing.
Ambrose came to help Edwin with his cold, as always. The drawing where he was suffering alone can be found here. And Ambrose's journal entry is below! CW: very NSFW, mention of contagion, discussion of virginity and what counts as sex. Did you think we weren't going to talk about the fact that these are out-of-wedlock gay and trans activities in some vaguely Victorian era? Well so did I, but then inspiration struck.
Edwin and I ought to be credited as great inventors, for we have discovered an innocent sex.
Surely this is intercourse, what I do with Edwin. To rest abed with him. To entwine ourselves so completely that we can hardly tell where one begins and ends. To attend to the comfort of his wretched body by physical means - the only means I have of expressing an unspeakable love. To caress a reddened, flaring, pulsing opening until it becomes productive. To feel his humors enter me and seed something feverish that will grow and blossom in my body and eventually need to be nursed. To hear him moan and cry out in greater and greater complaint and then finally spasm with relief!
And it affects me how intercourse would do! I cannot think - my mind is a white sphere of fire that sits between my loins, not in my head at all. His every snuffling, miserable sound inflames me, calling me to attention. My heart thrums under the exertion of a constantly escalating urgency. I squirm and writhe and press into him as if possessed - for he possesses me, wholly. I press and press untilβ¦ohβ¦Oh, how I debauch myself on his account!
Yet I have never felt so wholesome, so clean. Never have I kissed him beyond a tender, lingering peck. Never has he complained that I don't carry what most men carry between their legs. Never has my hand strayed below his waist. That equipment is quite irrelevant to us. We are as virginal as two angels - clothed, touching only cheek to cheek and hand to nose and cradling each other, and yet I find myself in ecstasy again and again. He can't stop sneezing, and I can't stop these flushed explosions of heavenly feelings. I counted at least ten combustions last night for myself, and my dear Edwin found himself wanting fresh trousers more than once. Of course, then he had to get out of bed, and chilled, and took to sneezing again, and the whole affair began anew.
Ought we to be married before we do such things? If so, my conscience has not noticed. Perhaps it's that I feel married to him already. Never has a marriage been more surely consummated than his reliance on me has been. This strange relationship of caretaker and invalidβ¦it is a wedded thing, to be sure.
Even if it weren'tβ¦my Edwin needs me. I would not stop nursing him for all the world, and that's the truth.
