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Nose red, eyes streaming, nostrils widening as they take in more breaths for sneezes.

Their top is covered in mess that has been, and still is, dripping down their nose. They try to sniff some of it back up, but that only seems to shift the allergen in their nose to new tickly locations.

There is no way they can reach any sort of tissue or cover in time with the way this itch overtakes them. Through squinted eyes, they try to find something. Even if they are indoors now, they can’t even think of sneezing so unabashedly. And as they look down, they notice their spray stained shirt/dress/top.

I mean, the top of it is already drenched, a little more on the bottom won’t hurt. And just as they let out their last hitch, they pull the cloth to their nose, expelling the allergen along with the floods previously contained within their nose. They wipe their nose on the cloth and groan

(Bonus points if their partner could only watch completely flushed when they came in)

The kidnapped victim is bound to a chair and anxiously waiting for the person who will come to pull the info out of him, but when the door opens - it's just a woman in high heels wearing a fur shawl? This has to be a way to mess with him, or some other trick

Skip to ten minutes later where the woman is straddling the man's lap, kissing him, caressing his face and gently whispering sweet nothings in his ear... all while he's shaking like a fucking LEAF, and literally every single breath through his nostrils is completely congested by the oppressive, tingling perfume she's literally drowning him with

And as his eyes, tear-stricken and red weakly open to try and focus, a gentle brush of that shawl, a nice cloud of smoke blown right into his face, or a couple of strands of silky hair, makes the itchy irritation increase tenfold, followed by the most desperate, wet, WHIMPERING inhale possible and a sneeze so powerful it nearly blows her off of his lap, as well as droplets of snot and tears to scatter in the air around

I don’t necessarily mean stifles when I say this, but stifles are kinda under the same umbrella.

What I mean is sneezes that sound further from an “achoo” sound and closer to a cough, growl, or otherwise sounds like a BUNCH of constants forced together. (Usually includes a “dtzzsch” sound).

These sneezes don’t have the time to be voiced, and are the most practical-sounding sneezes. This is a sneeze that sounds like it’s actually expelling whatever is tickling it. Thick and nasally sounding, often times a little wetter than usual, especially if consecutive.

Cough-like sneezes also need more love!! If the practical sneeze is effective and satisfying, the cough sneeze is the opposite. Weaker, doesn’t sound practical at all, and sometimes still leaves the nose yearning for another.

They try to reason. Try to tell themselves that it's just the dry air. That they didn't hydrate enough.

A, who is determined not to let B in on the fact that they are coming down with a cold, ultimately failing to fully hide their slowly worsening symptoms over the course of several hours/days...but accidentally succeeding when B just assumes A's "allergies are acting up again." (Maybe B has articulated this outright to A, or maybe they have just kept it to themselves)

For whatever reason -- perhaps A knows B will make a fuss if they're sick, perhaps B has a thing about contagion, perhaps a secret third thing? -- A does not correct them. Perhaps A even doubles down on trying to prove that they're "fine" or "not sick" by trying to sniffle as quietly as possible, attempting to muffle/stifle every sneeze, doubling their caffeine intake to combat the fatigue that's settling in, and generally biting off more than they can chew.

Perhaps, this little misunderstanding goes on for days, leaving B increasingly baffled/frustrated that A is seemingly refusing to acknowledge or take something for their allergies (which B knows A can usually pretty easily manage with medication).

and now, to add some H/C (choose your own adventure style): At some point, B gets so annoyed by A's constant (despite their best attempts) sniffling and sneezing that B eventually snaps: "Oh my god, A. Will you just take a damn antihistamine already!?" A is immediately taken aback/hurt by B responding this way. This combined with the fever they definitely don't have, perhaps A responds in one of several possible ways: 1. A's eyes well up with tears, their chin wobbling as they quietly admit to B that they really don't feel well. B immediately feels terrible for assuming this was something A could have controlled.

2. A defensively insists that they're fine, snarkily apologizes for bothering B so much, and leaves -- only for B to come searching for A little while later later, finding them curled up somewhere and shaking with a fever/chills.

Both options 1 & 2 obviously could immediately roll into B caring for A who perhaps is too worn down at this point to protest it, and secretly (or not so secretly) welcomes it. Unless of course, A is so stubborn they reject all of B's attempts to make it -- and them -- better, leading to even more tension.

The first few times Rosie signed into InstaGerm she felt really awkward. Over time, it became like a second nature. With every session, she felt more and more comfortable being her avatar, which she named "anosebyanyothername". She first thought of choosing a name like "rosenose" or something, but decided to get a little more creative. When it came to her sneezes, she chose not to upload her own. Users had the option to either upload audio samples of their own sneezes or choose from a variety of existing ones on the site. That choice could be changed at any time and some people liked to experiment with different kinds of sneezes. Rosie was pretty pleased with the ones she chose. Even though her avatar's sneezes didn't sound like her actual ones, they still felt real. After all, that was the whole point - everything felt real. Same goes for her avatar's appearances, though she assumed other people's avatars didn't resemble the way they looked IRL either. It didn't matter much. She liked the way she looked and the way she felt when she was online and that's all she cared about.

Signing in, Rosie found herself back at the apartment where her avatar lived. It was much nicer than Rosie's actual apartment, but she preferred not to dwell on that too much. The whole point of the site was for her to feel comfortable being who she was and liking what she liked, even if that meant doing so online. Having a nice apartment was just one of the many perks the site had. There was a half empty box of tissues on the table, a reminder of her previous sessions. She could've chosen to "reset" the apartment for each new session, but she liked the memories. The place was a mess, but it was a mess she was fond of. She was dressed in her favorite set of "sick day" clothes: A pair of pink sweatpants, an oversized gray sweatshirt over a simple white shirt and a pair of fuzzy slippers with plain socks. No need for fancy dresses to impress Alexa, whom Rosie knew was on her way.

Alexa, who was known as "infectmeyes", was a woman with whom Rosie had lots of fun sessions before. The two of them knew each other well enough to use their first names, though that was all they knew about each other's life in the real world. While Rosie often preferred to be instantly sick upon signing in, Alexa liked a more personal touch. There were times when she waited for Rosie to infect her, but not this time. She told Rosie that this time she will be taking the bullet train, an in-world means of transportation where people could get infected. Rosie didn't mind the fact that Alexa will be meeting her after getting sick from someone else. It wasn't personal, just another way for them to keep things fresh and not repetitive.

Then, Rosie felt it - the familiar tickle. Her nasal passages were already filled with thick mucus just dying to get out. "Hu Pshooo!" she misted the air in front of her with uncovered spray. The sensation was incredible. She didn't particularly like sneezing IRL, but this was different. While sneezing and being sick IRL made her feel embarrassed, doing so on the site made her feel free. It was part of the huge appeal germaphobes with a kink for sick sneezes had for this site. Both Rosie and Alexa shared that trait, Alexa even more so than Rosie. IRL, Alexa wouldn't be caught dead near sick people, but online she was a downright contagion fanatic. "Ha A Pshooo!" Rosie sneezed again. She grabbed a couple of tissues from the box on the table and blew her nose, relishing the sensation of filling them with her snot. "Ha... Ha..." the tickle returned. She waited excitedly for the sneeze to come out, knowing how good it would feel. "Hi Pshooo!" as always, the sneeze delivered. "Haap Shoo, E Pshooo, Hep Ishooo!" droplets of spray landed on her sweatshirt, turning into visible memories for future sessions. Sniffling, Rosie sat down on the couch. There was a blanket on it, big enough to cover both her and Alexa. Later they might move to the bed, but for now that was enough.

A has the kink. & today B decides to come into work with quite literally the sneeziest cold they’ve ever seen. A has never heard B sound so awful.

little does A know, B is playing up every single shaky breath, every hitch, every desperate sneeze. Painfully drawing them out, making them as loud and unrestrained as possible, just so they can look over at A’s desk & watch them squirming in their chair all day. they both know how aroused A is & there’s absolutely nothing that can be done about it.