#cw contagion

[agoodcupoftea]

A bit of rhinovirus psychoanalysis before bed

So... the desire for a cold. The desire to be taken care of. To be told even one's small discomforts deserve aid and to have someone actually notice and help.

Colds are easy to care for. Larger, harsher illnesses may render ordinary people helpless but colds aren't so difficult.

Colds won't kill the person but they're a good excuse to show affection and care.

Colds. Domestic acts of loving, small comforts, making sure their basic needs are met

Colds. An excuse to dote on someone, to huh them, to ask them if they're ok.

Colds... to know someone has been close enough to someone else for them to have caught the same one

Colds...

#snoughts #snzblr #snz #cw contagion #coldfuckers

[coldshare]

two characters making out when one character (A) has a terrible cold. A warns B that this cold just came on - they're sniffling incessantly; it takes only a few minutes after they blow their nose before it starts to run again; they keep getting interrupted with ticklish, forceful sneezes with little warning.

at first, they turn away every time they feel a sneeze coming, but this cold is terribly unpredictable - their nose is just so ticklish, their breath keeps hitching into false starts for minutes at a time; B just wants to get to it already.

"wait," they say, pulling away, their eyelashes fluttering, their breath hitching. "i think i feel adother one cobidg..."

after several minutes of uncertainty, B gets impatient and silences them with a greedy kiss. A tries to pull away - their nose is tickling so badly, they might sneeze at any minute now - but B just kisses them back harder.

"i need t-to... s-sdeeze..."

"don't care," B says. "i just want you right now." whenever A tries to warn them - this cold is terribly contagious, A has been sneezing all day, they'll catch this - B kisses the protests right off of their lips.

they don't move away when A's breath starts to hitch. A barely has a moment to pull back before they're exploding with a "hH'TSCHhieEW!" just inches from B's face. but before they can apologize, B is leaning back in, thoroughly unbothered, to intercept their apology with another kiss.

#snz kink #sneeze kink #contagion kink #contagion #snzblr #sneezefucker #snzario #mess #cw contagion #this is terribly self indulgent ahaha #i wish to not be perceived

[snzyspencer]

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.

#snz kink #snzblr #snz blog #snz fet #snz fucker #snz #snzfucker #sneeze kink #snzario #snz scenario #sneeze #contagion #illness #sick #cw contamination #cw contagion #cw illness #cw sickness

[snzzenby641]

Introvert who never really got sick in the past due to their anti social tendencies

Enter extrovert, their partner/roommate/best friend who’s always coming home with some kind of cold or infection.

Introvert catches absolutely EVERYTHING off them

#cw contagion #coldfuckery #colds #illness tag #sickfic prompts

[clovesnz]

Went to cvs a few days ago to buy makeup for my show which opens tomorrow and one of the employees had an AWFUL cold. Constant sneezing, sniffing, coughing, nose blowing, and she wasn’t wearing a mask 😖 I was stuck in there for about 30 minutes, and I kept my distance and wore a mask, but today I woke up w a cold 😢 normally I have to walk in the cold and the dark to get home every night which probably doesn’t help. I haven’t been sick during a show in a hot minute tbh and I’m a little worried :(

#self obs #cw contagion

[just-another-mess-in-a-dress]

None too Small

YOI Snz Fic #4:

Hi did you know that I'm a disaster for this series? Because I am 150% and Fetish!Yuuri will never not be my favorite thing ok? He deserves to snz and love it.

Yuuri’s experience with Viktor’s head cold. Sequel to A Simple Kindness and Just a Little… a bit more NSFW under the cut – you know, as a treat.

It takes all of a day and a half for Phichit/Viktor’s head cold to make its way to Yuuri. He finds himself sitting in class two days after Phichit’s return with his nose running a noticeable amount. By the time he’s back in their room, at about three in the afternoon no less, Phichit is up and grimacing at him.

“Oh no.” Phichit winces at him.

“What?” Yuuri asks depositing his backpack onto his bed.

“Seems like you caught my cold… that was fast.” Phichit sniffs harshly at the end of his statement.

“I-… I don’t… Do I look bad?” Yuuri manages to ask, stuttering all the while.

“No, no! I just feel kind of guilty that I got you sick.” Phichit chuckles.

“Don’t feel bad, seemed pretty inevitable.” Yuuri quickly presses the back of his hand to the underside of his nose, feeling the dribbly beginnings of a leak.

“Here, good thing you got so many tissues.” Phichit gives a weak laugh as he offers the box. His face is still pale and dusted with irritated pinks, but he smiles at his roommate all the same.

“Thanks.” Yuuri accepts the tissue and turns away to clean himself up.

“How are you feeling?”

Yuuri tries not to let it show how uncomfortable that question makes him. “I’m fine… really. I mean, I don’t really feel sick yet just a little… off. I’m still going to practice.”

“And have Ciao Ciao mad at the both of us? Seems like a bad idea. But I w-won’t… huh… huuhh~… He’tchew!” Phichit lets out a post sneeze groan that leave’s Yuuri’s skin tingly.

“Bless you.” Yuuri sniffles as quietly as he can.

“Thank you.” Phichit smiles through the teary aftermath of the sneeze.

“I’ll pick up food on my way back from practice. Text me what you want, okay?”

“Sure thing. You’re the best, Yuuri!” Phichit waves him off, although Yuuri can hear the gurgling blow left in his wake.

It is probably not the best choice, to go to practice that day, but Yuuri has already committed. That, and the idea of succumbing to his illness already leaves him a bit… weak in the knees. He’s tired and a bit achy, but overall still functional. The Grand Prix Final is in two weeks and he has to be on the top of his game anyhow.

He gets through warmups no problem but he’s not on the ice for twenty minutes before his nose goes from drippy to open faucet. Yuuri barely makes it to the edge of the rink in time to grab a tissue before he’s pitching forward into a sneeze. He can’t even restrain himself or stifle like he usually will in public, which leaves him both breathless and embarrassed.

“Not feeling well?” Yuuri jumps at the sound of Ciao Ciao’s concerned question.

“I’m fine, coach, promise.” Yuuri squeaks out, fighting the urge to sneeze again.

“Come here.” Ciao Ciao beckons him off the ice. Reluctantly, Yuuri steps off the ice towards the bleachers. The coach puts a hand on Yuuri’s forehead and a part of him dies a little on the inside. “You have a temperature.”

Yuuri really is shocked at that, “Oh… I don’t feel that bad…”

“Well, let’s not tempt fate, get back to your dorm for the evening. I want you resting for the remainder of the week, we can probably assume you have what Phichit has. The medication I got him should work for you too, if you need more let me know.”

“Uh… yeah, sure, okay… yeah.” Yuuri stammers. He is quick to turn towards the locker room and sink onto a bench so that he can be alone for a few minutes. God… GOD.

He really doesn’t feel that bad yet, perhaps a bit achy and his running nose seems to have abated somewhat since retreating from the fridged rink. He takes the opportunity of quiet to anxiously check through his schedule, he had the good sense to catch this near the end of the week at least so maybe he’ll be well enough to attend class on Monday?

Once he has sufficiently distracted himself, he rises from the bench and finds his legs wobbling beneath him. Taking a moment, Yuuri braces himself against his still open locker. Phichit hadn’t been lightheaded right? Is this just a fun new twist the virus has decided to take? And why the fuck does it have to happen now?

The wash of dizziness passes and he straightens his back. He pulls out his phone to text his roommate.

Ciao Ciao sent me home, let me know what you want for dinner.

Hardly a minute later Yuuri receives a text:

Oh no! Poor thing 😢😩☹️

Don’t worry about dinner

You need to get back to the dorm to rest!

Yuuri tries not to crawl out of his skin sack because holy shit Phichit doting on him might be turning him on.

It’s fine, I’m already out. I still don’t feel terrible yet and we need to eat. Do we need more tissues? If we’re both gonna be down for the count I’d rather be prepared 🙂

Yuuri hopes that sounds casual and caring, not… whatever the fuck he’s actually thinking and feeling. Phichit relents on the condition that Yuuri come straight back to the dorm after picking up food. Yuuri starts to feel run down somewhere between getting the food and hoping on the campus shuttle. His eyes are tired and he keeps sniffing every few seconds.

The aches have settled and his throat feels tickly in the back of it, the feeling claws its way up to Yuuri’s sinuses and before he knows it he’s on the verge of a sneeze. God he doesn’t want to sneeze on the shuttle. God he doesn’t want to sneeze all over his and Phichit’s dinner regardless of the packaging around it.

He tries holding his breath in his lungs, but that does nothing for the itchy needy tickle in his nose. He rubs at it with the back of his hand, still unsanitary but better than nothing. He starts hitching and all he can do is firmly press his wrist beneath his nose.

The action does fuck all to stop the sneeze but it does help him stifle as he mashes his nose into his hand.

“H’xxm-Eh’mmptf!” His nose is not satisfied with the restrain he shows, the wetness that has yet to be expelled sits lower in his nostrils. The cold puts up one hell of a fight and his sinuses are threatening to explode again but Yuuri’s willpower does manage to win out.

When he finally unloads himself from the shuttle his body is shaking. It’s dark out, at least, so no one can see the shimmering mess that has leaked onto his upper lip. He’d tried in vein to wipe the mess away but it had only smeared when in contact with his damp sleeve.

Once he finally reaches their dorm Yuuri takes a deep breath and tries to ignore the congested sound he makes before pushing the door open.

“I’m back.” Yuuri announces, refusing to make eye contact with Phichit.

“How’re you feeling?” Phichit asks, putting up his headphones.

“I’m- uh… I’ve been better, but I’ve definitely been worse.” Yuuri shrugs as he starts unpacking their dinner.

“How was practice?”

“Fine, honestly. I think Ciao Ciao is overreacting.” Yuuri forces a chuckle.

“Let’s hope so.” Phichit makes a sound that blurs the line between a snort and a sniff that Yuuri is absolutely not focusing on thank you kindly. “You’re sure you’re feeling alright?”

“Yup. Totally fine…” Yuuri chuckles awkwardly.

“Hate to break it to you bud, but you have snot on your face.”

Mortified doesn’t even begin to cover the emotion that fills Yuuri as he quickly grabs a napkin to clean himself up. He stutters out an apology that Phichit waves off.

“We’ve all been there, I mean you saw me when I got home right? I was a certified disaster.”

Yuuri is, in fact, doing absolutely everything in his power to pretend that never happened, thank you kindly. He’s aching all over, chills running up and down the length of his spine, and the burn of embarrassment is not helping the fact that is definitely coming down with a fever… shit.

“You hungry?” Yuuri asks lamely.

Phichit, catching the hint that Yuuri is uncomfortable takes his food and sits on the end of his bed – regaling Yuuri with the tales of his Instagram feed as if nothing has happened.

It seems the grace period this cold had given him to get home from practice has worn off. He feels like he’s been hit by a ton of bricks all woozy and fevered. It sucks, he feels awful, and he doesn’t want to bring it up because he would literally rather die.

He doesn’t even notice the prolonged quiet until Phichit nudges him with his foot.

“You want to get into bed? You look like you need the rest.”

Yuuri, suddenly very aware of the fact that he is in an uncomfortable predicament to say the least, shakes his head.

“I think I’m going to shower first… Then yeah, I’ll turn in early…” Yuuri rubs the back of his neck.

“Okay, you should feel free to take some medicine too. Try not to be stubborn about it like I was.” Phichit’s chuckle turns into a chesty cough and Yuuri nods slowly, taking a languid bite of food before he realizes that he isn’t hungry at all.

He puts his leftovers in the mini fridge and takes his shower caddy down to the washroom. It’s embarrassing and stupid and he hates it but there’s a stirring deep in his core that hasn’t let up since he realized that he’s coming down with this damn cold.

It’s Viktor’s cold for fucks sake, and he’s just expected to… what? Keep going about his day? Like it’s a regular ass Tuesday and not the day that he caught Viktor Nikiforov’s cold? Via a third party, but STILL.

He is blessedly alone in the showers, it’s an odd enough hour that he isn’t even thinking about being interrupted (that and maybe the fever is getting to him alright?). He starts the water, as warm as he can get it and then he pulls out the smallest travel sized eucalyptus and balsam shower gel. The thought is both dreadfully embarrassing and outrageously sinful – he’s never met a product that makes him sneeze quite as much as this one.

He squirts a bit of the soap onto his wash cloth and instantly his nostrils tickle, an all too familiar sensation. His eyes water as he lathers the product, it doesn’t even touch his skin before he’s lurching forward with a congested, “Eghxx’yuggh!”

Mildly frustrated by the half hearted first sneeze, he lathers himself with the product hoping for something more productive. Instead of sneezing, he leaks, his eyes streaming with tears and his nose running with thin clear snot. His face itches with need but his nose refuses to cooperate.

He allows his free hand to clutch the pale skin of his thigh a groan falling out of his lips as he fruitlessly hitches. There isn’t a sneeze there, but his brain or his lungs don’t know that. His dick doesn’t seem to mind it all though…

He leaves the washcloth un washed as he rinses his body, the warm water running off his body melting the muscles beneath the pattering weak water pressure.  His breath jitters again in his chest but nothing comes of it. He wonders if Viktor was like this, hitchy and helpless, unable to connect his desire to sneeze with his body’s rejection of the act.

Suddenly he gasps before a sneeze tumbles out of him, “He’hggCHHugh!”

It feels so good to let go that he moans without a second thought, but he wants more – preferably he’d like to get all the sneezing he needs to out of his system so he doesn’t have to stifle all night in front of Phichit. A fate he likely won’t be spared considering how horrifically sneezy Phichit has been the past few days.

“AHG’chu-ATCHhuuh!” The congested half releases are starting to get on his nerves. It’s one thing when he chooses to stifle, but now isn’t the time for that. He wants to sneeze, needs to in fact, so his body should just do the damn thing already.

He washes his hair as a few more choppy strained sneezes force their way out of his nose. He’s so frustrated that just as he’s running out of tasks to accomplish he returns to the washcloth and buries his nose into the fabric. He’s deeply inhaling the scent of it before he can stop himself. The sharp woodsy smell makes his eyes water but he doesn’t bull away from the sopping cloth until his nose is well and truly tortured by it.

He pulls away from the cloth breathing in once, twice, and then he stalls. His nose scrunches as the rest of his body prepares for the release.

Yuuri whimpers slightly as the feeling in his nose swells once more, “Puh-… Please…”

Just as he’s starting to raise the washcloth to his face for another sniff, that truly satisfying sneeze finally bursts out of him, “Ah—HAkkAtchuuhh! Ekkghchoo! Eptt’ghCHUUH!”

He opens his eyes long enough to see the sickly splatter coating the wall beside him. It makes his head spin and the already warm parts of his stomach flip as he launches into a fit of deep satisfying sneezes. His head bobbing dramatically, his desperate gasping unrestrained. He can’t remember the last time he indulged himself this much. He isn’t sure he’s ever indulged himself this much.

He’s crying and sneezing so much he has a fleeting thought about how he’ll probably need to scrub his face again after this. But he doesn’t care because it feels so relieving, the pressure in his head alleviates and the tight coil of arousal within him is more than taken care of.

The fit ends when he finally allows himself to blow his nose, he almost doesn’t want to but the water is starting to get cold and he’s not about to take a cold shower when he’s feeling poorly. He stops the flow of water packs his things away and sets up at one of the counters. He feels more sneezes in the recesses of his sinuses but it’s not urgent anymore… at least not now.

He blow dries his hair and finishes his shower routine in peace. At one point, he shamelessly sneezes uncovered towards the floor while the blow dryer is still running. No one needs to know about that…

Yuuri spares a look at himself in the mirror before he goes, now that the steam of the shower is gone he can see his eyes look irritated and his cheeks are flushed with fever. Phichit is bound to comment, but at least Yuuri has himself under control… for now… But he’ll take that over the alternative – which is being both pent up and sick…

He heads upstairs, desperate for his bed and hoping that Phichit is well enough in the coming days to give him a little more privacy.

#snz kink #snzblr #snz fic #my writing #yoi #fetish!yuuri #sneezy!yuuri #snz fan fic #cold #mess #cw mess #cw contagion #contagion

[kushamiqueen]

This manga really is something else!

#snz #snzblr #coldfucker #contagion #cw contagion

[mimikusu]

I'm like a broken record, but (cw contagion):

A, who's been having a bad cold that was making them weak and weary, their head pounding and their sinuses packed, is finally getting better due to B helping them through it. Of course B's coming down with something early after, only they sneeze up a storm, their poor nose so tickly they can hardly catch a breath.

"Are you sure this is my cold, you caught?" A asks, but it's only shrugged upon, as they both assume there can't possibly be any other explanation for it. Until... A is getting sick again.

#feeling glitchy #can't help but think about suffering followed by suffering #and of course this time A will do their best to help B #cw contagion

[kitti-bun]

Enjoy, I decided to come up with this since it was on my mind.

The thought of B being in a crowded place, and a couple people out the crowd either are sick or have allergies and B is trying to compose themselves hearing wet sniffs and messy sneezes all around them. B takes a peek at D Who’s stifling into there knuckles one after another also trying to ease the tickle in their nose. B then looks at D which is in front (but like a little to the left) and sees their nose which is slightly red, and holding a used tissue up to their already dripping nose then sneezes 3 Harsh sneezes into it with a snotty snort after because that one poor tissue can’t handle all that mess (I HAAD to add it it’s been a thing🫣 Back to The Story) At least that’s what B thought. Eventually their stop came to an end and now B has something to think about while she has fun with her self.

The End.

(Ik this is original buttt I love it lol sorry if it’s not that great I try to write it as I’m thinking so I won’t forget)

MINORS DNI!!!!!! ALSO

No reblog to no kink blogs

#snz kink #snzfucker #snz fet #sneeze thoughts #snz short (ouuu I like that) #cw contagion #kinda #snzblr #mess #snz blog #snz

[devilscastle69]

cw: contagion ref

thinking about how my new coworker came in yesterday and I was like oh we’re all so happy to have u ^^ and she like 2 mins later coughed in my face and I was like ok I’m gonna walk away now (I hate u) like ru fucking kidding me it is 2024 wtf is wrong with ppl

#not snz #cw contagion #cw coughing

[sylvsforest]

Fluttershy in Everfree. She fled to protect her friends from her insatiable hunger. Unclear if she’s still sentient….

#art #queer artist #artists on tumblr #trans artist #my art #digital art #illustration #mlp #fluttershy mlp #fluttershy #cutie mark contagion #horror #body horror #animation #mlp infection #mlp infection au #mlp infected au #mlp infected #mlp au #body horrow cw #body horro tw #creepy pasta #mlp creepypasta

[sonic-chaos-contagion-au]

What are the stages of the disease you've documented?

Tails: i shared my research before but it couldn’t hurt to put them up one more time. The drawings are a bit scary tho…

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic au #sonic chaos contagion au #sonic:sos #miles tails prower #sonic infection au #tails the fox #my art #sonadow #reference sheet #mlp infection au #infection au #horror #horror art #body horrow cw

[hockeynoses]

“If I’b dnot careful I’b goddaaa – haaah… I’b godda gedt everyeeehh - hih’GGKSSHH’IUE! Ughhh, I’b godda ged everyond sigg.”

#snzblr #snz prompts #snzfic #tw: contagion #cw: contagion #sorry I can't stop... I've literally been so horned up this week 😩

[snzyspencer]

I’m looking for a fic and I’m hoping snzblr can help me out.

I swore it was on Tarotgalsrealm but I couldn’t find it. It’s an 18+ mlm fic, and the plot is essentially a sick man comes home to his boyfriend who has the fetish and they have sex. I don’t remember much, just that contagion was a big part of the fic. The partner with the kink wanted his partner to retell how he was sneezing on a train/subway and how those people would likely get sick. If anyone knows what I’m talking about please let me know, it’s killing me that I can’t find it.

#snz kink #snzblr #snz blog #snz fet #snz fucker #snz #snzfucker #sneeze kink #sneeze #contagion #cw contagion

[selene-and-the-cold]

I'm still hung up on holiday and new year's scenarios, so please consider this:

Person A is coming home to their partner B on New Year's Eve. The two of them were supposed to go on a party to celebrate the countdown into the new year, but A has caught a hell of a cold and as soon as they walk in through the apartment door, they let out a thundrous sneeze, which leaves no doubt that they caught something nasty.

B, who is already in their nice fancy party clothes, immediately notices what's going on. For a moment, their heart sinks, because they had been looking forward to the party, but they worry much more about A. So they step out into the hallway to greet A, cooing over their red rimmed eyes and pink nose and telling them that they will inform the host that they won't make it to the party.

"What? Ndo!," A protests. "You dod't have to cancel! I'b fine, really. All I ndeed is a bit ohhh.... oHHHh?! snnnfff of rest. Hhh'RrrrUSSSHHhah!!"

They sneeze forcefully to the side, specks of spray dancing in the light. B just raises their eyebrow at A and glares.

"Ugh... S'cuse mbe snfl, that was just a fluke, A, I promise! Give mbe a short power nap and I'll be ready to go! snnnrrfff!"

~~~~~~~~~

A few hours later, B joins A on the couch. The moment A hit the pillow, they went out like a light, sniffling and coughing in their sleep, fever rising on their cheeks. B tucked them in, not even bothering to try and wake them. Then canceled their party plans to stay home with their sick, sniffly A.

It'll be only a few more minutes until the new year. Perhaps A will wake up in time to greet it with B. Perhaps B will nudge A gently awake with a new year's kiss.

Whatever happens, though, B could think of no better way to start the new year than right by A's side.

#snzarios #Colds #New Year's Eve colds #cw: spray sneezes #cw: contagion #at least implied contagion #snz

[clovesnz]

I’ve been sick twice since I’ve been with my partner, and I get SUPER cautious about contagion. Like, from the moment my throat tickles to the last of my lingering cough, I don’t even let them be in the same room as me. We normally see each other every day but last time I was sick I only let them see me once the whole week and we both masked

But today my partner mentioned that their throat was sore, and they didn’t know if it was a cold or just allergies. Later they were like “hey, why have you still been kissing me, I thought you were super paranoid about sickness?”

I was like dear god how do I even begin to explain

#of course I don’t want to get them sick because I don’t want them to suffer #but there is an added layer of guilt when I know I will be attracted to the symptoms you have if you’re sick #at this point getting others sick is like a phobia of mine #however… #the thrill at the thought of them getting ME sick #as well as my…loving them and desiring our regular physical closeness #completely overruns any fear of illness I may have when the tables are turned #coldfucker #coldfuckery #cw contagion #snz