18 yrs old, infectious disease/mess kink, minors and vanillas DNI
Pronouns: surprise me
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This is a kink blog so if you're underaged or aren't into that sort of thing please keep scrolling and move on with your day. Fair warning: I'm hella gross when I want to be. As I said I'm interested in most forms of infectious disease, especially the particularly messy varieties. My blog may also feature other forms of sexual content, idk yet I haven't decided.
I'm probably not going to post very much; My main goal is finding other users with similar kinks to my own who are interested in role playing and/or talking dirty with me. I am not looking for IRL hookups and will not share my location, nor will I show IRL pictures or videos of myself.
My main motivation for making this blog isn't really even getting off (although that is a motivation to be sure) I mostly just want to talk to other people who get it. I've been feeling isolated and alienated in more general kink spaces to the obscure and (to most people) unpleasant nature of my kinks
I also sometimes do kink art so I might post some of that but I do not and am not interested in taking commissions.
My DMs however are open if you want to sext, rp, help my get better at using tumblr or just chat :3
"Lucy, are you okay?" I ask as she enters our dorm.
"Yeah I'm--ihh--I'm so fine--hiihh..." Lucy replies.
Her thin blonde hair is toussled from the wind and her nose is bright red and twitching. She can barely keep her face straight, as her breath hitches and she desperately tries to hold in the inevitable sneeze attack that's coming.
"I go-got--HEHH--got some gro--ihhh... HIHH--groceries for us. Aahhh..." she rubs her nose firmly while setting down the shopping bags on the counter.
She's struggling to keep her eyes uncrossed, her lashes fluttering closed and one nostril flaring more than the other.
"Are you sure you're not sick?"
"No! I-I--ihhh--IHH--IHKCHUH! I'm fine!" she sneezes into her shoulder.
I can see her left nostril glistening as her nose begins to run, but she stubbornly ignores it.
"I got some more milk, so-some--hiihh... ihhh... some ice--EHH--ice cream... uhhhnn... and s-some... IHHCKTCHOOHH! HISCHHOO!" she sneezes twice down onto her scarf, the force of them launching snot rockets down her face. She quickly pulls her scarf up over her nose to hide the mess and holds it with her hand.
"And... *sniff* got some salad stu--uhhh... ehhh... stuff, *sniffle* and more soa--aaahh... heeehhh ihhh--IIIEESHIIIUEWW! Soap... unhgg..."
Lucy caught the sneeze in her scarf but I could tell it made a mess by the panicked look in her eyes.
"Did you remember the kleenex?" I ask pointedly.
"N-no, did we need some? I th--ihhh--think it's f--iiihhh--fine... um, do--GUHHSCHUH! USHHUHH! PSHHUEEW! Uhh--KSSHNGGK! Whew... uh, do we have any left though? Or all we all ou--ehhh... all out--HEHH--all--EEHHGKTCHUHHmmmnngg... *sniff* all out of it?"
"Lucyyy, we needed kleenex! And now you're sick, how are you gonna blow your nose?" I cross my arms.
She clutches the soaked scarf to her nose tightly with each sneeze to try and save face, even though it's incredibly obvious to both of us what's going on.
"You're clearly sick," I say, trying to grab the scarf from her. She paws me away defensively and sniffles wetly. She rubs her nose vigorously into the knit fabric and drops it back down around her neck revealing her reddened chapped nose moderately cleaned up but still clearly brimming with mucus.
"See, I'b fine *sniffle* I don-don't have a-a--ahhh... a col--AAAHCKKXSTCHUUEEW!"
Lucy's huge uncovered sneeze sprays me with her saliva, thick yellowish snot spilling out from both wide flaring nostrils and hanging in front of her mouth.
"M-my scarf just tickled m-me--eeehhh... ihhh-ihhhhh..." her nose twitches and she's practically drooling from being forced to breathe through her mouth, but this time she makes no effort to catch the sneeze despite plenty of warning.
Her snot is still dangling precariously from her face, hanging past her chin now, and Lucy looks so exhausted I have to pity her.
"But I'b fine." she says again, trying to convince herself.
I grab a clean kitchen towel and attack her with it, pushing her onto the couch and pinning her down with my body on top of hers. Her eyes go wide.
"Wha-what are you doin' Steph?" she gurgles.
"Making you blow your disgusting gross snotty nose before you infect everything with your germs."
"I'b not--HGGXTSCHUHmmngg..." she sneezes into the tower wetly, and I push it into her face more forcefully.
"BLOW." I demand.
"NO! I--IGGTSCHYUH! HXXCHTYUH! Ehngg..."
"You're sick, Lucy. You're sick and disgusting and need to learn to blow your nose like a proper grown woman instead of letting yourself turn into a sneezy mess, so BLOW."
Lucy tries squirming out from under me, turning her head and attempting to wrestle the towel away from her face, but she's too sick and weak to do much about it.
"Blow your nose like a big girl, or I'm gonna have to keep doing this everytime you need a kleenex." I mock her.
She stares daggers into my eyes.
I hold one of her nostrils closed to plug it up and try again.
"Just one blow." I coax her. "Give me one small blow and I'll let you go." I lie.
She makes a pitiful squeak.
"Bigger than that."
She scrunches up her eyes and furrows her brows and forces out a big snotty blow into my towel covered hand.
"That's better. Now the other nostril."
She tries to squirm out of my grip again, but I hold her tight.
"I'b not sick! Let me--hehh... unghh, let me g-go... GSHSHCHUUHM!" I feel the towel fill as her nose involuntarily clears out a thick wad of snot.
"No, you're a walking disaster!"
She glares at me again and inhales deeply before blowing a sick gurgling long blow as hard as she can, absolutely drenching the towel. By the time she's done both nostrils she's panting and out of breath.
"See, that wasn't so hard was it?" I coo, folding up the towel and cleaning up her nose with the edge of my sleeve.
"But now I have another problem," Lucy admits.
"What?"
"Now I'm turned on from you lying on me with your enormous tits bouncing in my face, and you have to fix it." she smirks.
"Oh do I now?"
"Yuuup."
"And what if you sneeze your cold all over me and make a mess, gross girl?"
"Then I guess you'll be forced to clean it up again."
I tear off her scarf and pull her sweater up, revealing her bare tits underneath, and get my own breasts out much to Lucy's delight.
She starts sniffling again, trying hard to hold back the ceaseless flow of snot from ruining her moment.
I lift one of her legging-clad legs up in the air and rest it against my shoulder, getting in position to scissor her with my pyjama pants still on. We grab onto each others forearms so I can pull on her tightly and start thrusting against her pussy hard. It doesn't take long for me to feel how wet she is even through the layers of fabric.
"Did you wear underwear?" I ask.
"Never," she answers.
"Well that's why you got a cold then, no bra and no undies."
"It's not a cold!" Lucy protests.
I let go of one of her arms and squish her nose between my thumb and forefinger a few times, forcing out her snot like a soap dispenser.
"Stop it!" she bats my hand away, and her sniffling gets thicker as she tries to fix the mess, but she's already moaning from the sex and her nose is quickly forgotten, leaving it to run down her face in twin streams.
"Fuck, Steph... I need to suck your tits."
"Good girls say please." I remind her from our previous sessions.
"Please please please plea--" I silence her by rewarding her with my nipple in her mouth.
She sucks hard, leaving bruises all over, and wipes her face on my bare skin too, but I'm so close to cumming that her gross closeness only turns me on more.
"Wha--" she cries in surprise as I stick my pinky finger up her nose and use my nail to tickle deep inside her stuffed nostril. "You ca-can't do... hihhh... do tha--AHHH... hehh... EHHKTSCHUUH! HIISHUEW! PSHHUH! Ahh... PSHHTSCHIEWWW! HGXX-HXXGTSHU! KSHEW! KTSCHHUUHMMNNG... oh my--oh my god, uhhhnnmmmmmnngg..."
Her sneezes explode over my tits, covering them and her face in string after thick string of neverending snot until I'm over the edge and collapsing into her, our nipples meeting between the web of mucus.
I withdraw my finger from her nostril shakily.
"I think that was the hardest I've ever cum." Lucy confesses breathily, wiping her snotty nose into my neck and hair.
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.
random contagion thought while washing dishes (pretty gross so scroll away if that's not your thing)
ok i went on a complete coldfucker tangent while imagining my gf btw. no promises it makes sense.
imagine a sickie with a really congested cold wiping her nose on the towel she needs to dry dishes with, but she's so out of it she doesn't even notice. she drags the towel under her dripping nose once, maybe twice, then goes back to drying plates. those plates sit on the very top of the stack, ready for her partner to use it for their next meal. if her cold is really messy, they might notice a part of the plate with some... residue on it, but they brush it off as just a spot that dried unevenly and place their lunch right on top. now even if she was so careful not to spread her cold- her partner has already caught it. it's no wonder their nose fills up two days later, dripping thick snot like their girlfriend.
let's be honest though if she's absentmindedly wiping her nose with the towel she's probably not being careful... their tiny apartment is likely already COVERED in her cold. it wouldn't be hard to notice the soaked tissues on nearly every surface. the bedside table was the first to fill up (of course) but in lieu of actually emptying the tiny trash bin, she piles them up on the coffee table and the bathroom counter. couldn't be bothered to throw them away after several wet blows in an attempt to empty her nose. it fails, but this doesn't stop her from finishing her makeup in the bathroom mirror and going to work. she knows it's probably the last day she can manage before she's too tired and stuffy to work tomorrow. she knows from experience how awkward it is to lead a meeting with a thick headcold. she knows said cold will be increasingly obvious as the day continues, as she can already feel it getting worse. her head feels stuffy, nose full and leaking, sneezing every couple minutes (always in doubles). it's no surprise her voice sounds super congested.
even with her lassiez faire attitude about spreading her cold, she does mostly keep it contained to her desk at work. but boy is this desk covered; it's a biohazard itself. with only a couple tissues left in the box on her desk, she can't waste them on covering every sneeze. her desk is constantly getting sprayed. at first she tries to keep them contained, but that effort quickly falls apart as her nose fills up. stifles become impossible and every attempt leads to mess pouring out of her nose, no air able to get past the thick snot. the first time this happens she needs to use one of her precious tissues... but oh shit that's not enough. it's completely soaked and she has no choice but to grab the last one. first to finish what the first started and catch the pools of mess dripping from her nose, and second to wipe off her hand- an unfortunate victim in an attempt to cover herself. it's too saturated to blow but her nose is still dripping... she has to sniffle it back up and hope that's enough.
it's only a few minutes later that she feels her nose tickle again. even on a good day she sneezes pretty often (around 8-10 times) so a cold makes it that much worse. she brings her elbow up to her nose as her breath hitches- the first sneeze manages to stay somewhat contained, but the second sends mess gushing out, landing mostly on her sleeve but some drips onto her desk, joining the rest of the germs from previous messy sneezes. at this point it's obvious she needs to go to the bathroom to clean herself up, so she speed-walks past the other cubicles, elbow still over her face. her coworkers aren't surprised. it would be hard to miss the countless sneezes plaguing the office these days. she finally locks herself in the bathroom and begins to clean herself, but thick snot sticks to the fabric of her dress shirt a little too well... and the spray still shows on the sheer fabric, leaving lots of evidence of her cold all over her sleeve. she blows her nose with a gurgling sound. then blows again. and again. she gingerly places her tissues on top of the private bathroom's trash, the newest addition to a growing pile of similarly sodden tissues. it hasn't been uncommon for everyone to rush off to the most private bathroom to blow their noses these past few weeks. she grabs a couple handfuls of tissues and stuffs her pockets full, hopefully that'll last her until the end of the day.
maybe when she stumbles in the door after work her partner has cooked dinner, she has a hot meal waiting for her. it's worth it even if it makes her nose run, dripping down her face as she eats. after interrupting dinner with near constant sniffles and sneezes, she gives her partner a thank you peck... then offers to do the dishes.
Enjoy this fic i did not beta read, did not flesh out the characters of whatsoever, and heavily relied on my bon3r to write. Messy Lesbian sickfic snzfic grocery store worker hijinks because im not that creative but i am horny about extremely specific things and love pretending in my mind that i am a sexy sneezy little thing. like barely over 1k words genuinely just written in like an hour.
A person trying really hard to keep their contagious cold to themselves, but also trying to not let anyone else know they’re sick, not wanting to admit their weakness. They cover their face and stifle to keep their secret, and instead of carrying around tissues they resort to using their sweater collar and sleeves to blow their nose and sneeze into, reasoning that no one was going to get close enough to their clothes for it to matter if they were covered in contagious snot.
After a particularly bad heat flash from their fever, they take off their sweater and leave it on their chair as they go to the bathroom, but when they come back they see that their friend had taken it off the chair and put it on, as it wasn’t unusual for them to share clothes and they were chronically cold. The sickie now has to grapple with their two choices: let them keep wearing the sweater and doom them to this horrid cold or tell them to take it off and reveal that they’re sick, betraying their facade of strength.
two desperate people, A who's desperate to get sick any way they can and B who's desperate to get the cold out of their nose
They're cuddled up to each other, A"s nose swirling deep in B"s flaring overfilled nostrils while they desperately build up and snz. Between snzs A is moaning softly and begging for more, whining how they want more of B's cold in them, and about how good it tastes.
B is telling A where to put their tongue to get the most out of it, which just rile's A up as they whine and hitch about their awfully, messy, tickly, snzy, contagious cold
just thought of a business person coming into the clinic straight from work on a friday afternoon. Dressed in their up tight lil business outfit (this is gender neutral so imagine however you please) soaked from the cold pouring rain. You'd thought it was the rain that has them all sniffly, until you hear them coughing and how thick the congestion is in their voice as they ask you how to get a room bc 'I don't know what's worse my work week or this cold'
You a nurse have them fill out an intake form, offer blankets, towels and tissues as you guide them to the waiting room. Poor thing sounds absolutely awful. They set their bag down and slump into the chair as you drape the towel over their shoulders, their top stuck to their upper body from the rain.
While you go back to attend the front desk, you eye them every so often as they hitch, sniffle and rub their nose through the paper work. When they finally come up to give it back to you, they have the most pitiful look on their face as they tell you 'fidished it" You can see their nostrils flaring, they're definitely red and angry. It isn't long before you hear a desperate gasp and snz and see them rocked forward hard with the blanket cupped to their nose and mouth. You watch them pull it away and solemnly cringe, strings of snot were oozing down. Yet another sneeze interrupts them and they mutter a soft 'excuse be'
