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Things I'm into: contagion, sneezes of any kind, inducing, cold denial, mess, handkerchiefs, using anything but a handkerchief, mainly men sneezing for some reason??
Things I'm not into: Honestly not much, allergies aren't my speciality but I'll still eat them up.
Fandoms I'm in:
Most of my stuff is for Ar/cane currently. BUT I'm also massively into P/eaky B/linders, S/tarwars, T/rue D/etective, J/JK.
I'm quite happy to take requests but will mainly only write if it's something I'm into myself.
It's peak allergy season here....I went on a walk with my friends and dear god...
He has hayfever. He started the walk sniffling, voice bunged up and playing with his nose every now and then. He was complaining about the pollen and how itchy his nose was and how the Benadryl wasn't working.
Then we walked through a field and that really set him off. It was like the dam had been opened. He could NOT STOP SNEEZING. And it wasn't just me counting them, we counted them together- 1...2..3.. all the way up to 32!!
His eyes were streaming too at this point so he asked for us to turn back and we went into Lidl to get some decongestant spray. The man behind the till saw what he was buying, saw the amount of times he was sneezing as he walked through the store and said-
I keep getting the option to Ai 'Summarise' while listening to snz wavs on youtube. And while I'd never press it (cuz I'm not about that slop) I do think it's funny to imagine it just going 'The video shows someone sneezes over and over and over.'
So I told my best friend about this kink and she was sooo totally chill. She paused for a moment and then said "Huh, well let's hope [my work crush] has a really bad cold the next time you see him!!"
A couple break up, or someone leaves the group...But then, a few days later, the other's throat starts to hurt. Soon they're sneezing and snotting into tissues. The person may have gone...but their miserable headcold remains...
Someone in the group has been sick for a few days now. They've been keeping it well under wraps, excusing themselves from rooms, volunteering for the tasks that can be done alone, getting up and going to bed earlier. And god they're so exhausted. But sickness is weakness, they know this.
By day 5, it's getting pretty rough. Their sneezes are getting so thick and heavy that stifling takes everything in them. Their chest is starting to ache from the congested pressure and their bones are growing cold from days of running feverish.
But then, someone else in the group comes down with the cold. Not knowing that it's really original character's cold. This second character has no qualms about admitting when they're sick. The group bands around them, making sure they rest and are well looked after.
This of course means additional chores for original character. They trudge their feet along the ground, feeling their fever growing higher and higher as day slips to night.
As they lug something heavy, nose dripping, head swimming, they look over at the crackling fire. Second sickie, whose cold is mild, is bundled in blankets, sipping something warm. The others are bunched around them, laughing, passing handkerchiefs, faces golden by the blaze.
And as original character turns to keep walking through the silent, glacial night, some quiet, desperate part of them wishes they really would collapse, so the others would take care of them too.
Finally as original character is collecting up the plates for the night, they can’t hold it in anymore and splutter with a hasty, harsh sneeze against the back of a wrist.
Which sets them off coughing and coughing and coughing.
“Woah, you don’t sound too good. Did you catch their cold?” One of the members of the group asks.
Original character opens their mouth to respond but ends up sneezing thickly into cupped hands instead.
“No seriously. That cough doesn’t sound new. How long have you been sick?”
And original character finally admits, voice barely comprehensible from the congestion.
Someone in the group has been sick for a few days now. They've been keeping it well under wraps, excusing themselves from rooms, volunteering for the tasks that can be done alone, getting up and going to bed earlier. And god they're so exhausted. But sickness is weakness, they know this.
By day 5, it's getting pretty rough. Their sneezes are getting so thick and heavy that stifling takes everything in them. Their chest is starting to ache from the congested pressure and their bones are growing cold from days of running feverish.
But then, someone else in the group comes down with the cold. Not knowing that it's really original character's cold. This second character has no qualms about admitting when they're sick. The group bands around them, making sure they rest and are well looked after.
This of course means additional chores for original character. They trudge their feet along the ground, feeling their fever growing higher and higher as day slips to night.
As they lug something heavy, nose dripping, head swimming, they look over at the crackling fire. Second sickie, whose cold is mild, is bundled in blankets, sipping something warm. The others are bunched around them, laughing, passing handkerchiefs, faces golden by the blaze.
And as original character turns to keep walking through the silent, glacial night, some quiet, desperate part of them wishes they really would collapse, so the others would take care of them too.
Character A who's had a hard life, seen too much- blaming themself for half of it. They'd rather die than admit their feelings, let alone let them get the better of them. They're the strong one. The one people rely on.
But they've been sick for 2 weeks, had a steadily rising fever for 3 days now. And on the fourth day it spikes.
Their emotions, usually so caged, forcefully shut away are rising like steam. Close to the surface. Pressing around their congested lungs.
And they can't fucking help themselves can they?
Everything's too raw, too sensistive.
The tears start falling before they even really realise what's going on and by then it's too late.
They try and force themselves to stop - burying their face into their hands, their shoulder, anything.
But the fever slinking through their body, the heaviness coating their lungs, the mess hanging across their sinuses and aching behind their eyes...they just can't help it.
Character B, someone who they're usually the strong one for, who they usually take care of, walks in and sees them.
"Woah are you---... what's going on?"
Character B drops beside them, reaching out hesitantly as Character A twists from them
"Hey.. it's okay... shit." Character B mumbles soothingly.
"S-sorry...I umbb.." Character A stammers their voice wobbles, heavy with tears and thick with congestion.
"Shh..you don't need to....Oh A, don't apologise."
Character B passes them tissues and lets them mop themselves up, walls, though brittle as first ice, still ever up.
B wants to reach out, to pull A into their arms and let them grieve for all that's happened to them and the illness that only seems to be getting worse.
But they don't. Knowing A wouldn't thank them for it. Knowing it would only add to the burdens they blame themselves for.
So they sit quietly for a moment, as A's breathing slows, neither really believing the scene.
Then Character A sniffles, hauls themselves to their feet and B's heart sinks. They know, from the way A trudges off like some caged thing, this moment won't be allowed to be spoken of again.
Guys I met up with work crush at the weekend and....omfg it was like something out of a wet dream...
Full story of him being sick (ehhehe) below
Okay so, he meets me at my door all cold and sniffly and asks how my day was and immediately I noticed that his voice was rough and low.
And so when I ask how his week was he sort of laughs, shifts on his feet and says yeh not great, I've been off ill all week.
He then proceeds to explain in detail all of his symptoms, how he had a fever monday, tuesday. How his had a bad cough and this pressure in his chest. How he couldn't stop sneezing. And how he'd forced himself to work thursday but probably should've taken they off too cuz he still felt rotten.
We had a long day of sight-seeing planned so I asked if he was going to be okay because he honestly looked and sounded pretty rough. And he said he'd be okay.
So me, him and our other colleague set off. On the train he stifled twice and I couldn't even bring myself to look at him cuz I knew I'd give myself away but he pinched them between his fingers. And the warmth of the train vs. outside had him sniffling like crazy.
Day goes on and he seems okay, sneezes a couple times more, much more coughing which he tries to hold back on so they'd end up bubbling over.
About 3pm I look at him and can tell he's starting to flag a bit. Ugh I feel bad cuz he obvs wasn't doing well but this was like the sexiest thing ever to me.
So I ask if he's doing okay and he says yeh and that he'll let us know if he doesn't. That's another thing, he's incredibly secure in himself and his masculinity and had no embarrassment whatsoever about being ill. He spoke about his cold and how it knocked him out so openly.
But I get him something sweet and a cup of tea and keep checking in with him.
Then at 5pm we start drinking...He got fucked up pretty quick lol. Something about being sick gets you more drunk I think.
And then he got emotional. I won't go into detail cuz that's his business but I was trying to speak some sense to him on the train back.
Two days later he's back in the office and looks rough like the weekend had set him back. His voice was shot.
Anyway in conclusion I fear I'm slightly in love with him.
spoiled prince with a bad cold laid up in bed propped up on a dozen well-fluffed pillows coughing and sneezing and whining that he must be dying while his knight kneels devotedly by his bedside with the same fucking cold
After months, I've finally finished it. I hope you guys enjoy!
Snz fic with somewhat of a plot?? Who is she? Okay I lied, there's only one plot point.
CW: Mess, contagion, NSFW!!
Premise: Man with snz k/nk is locked in room and infected, this is day 3 of illness where things are...not great. 2.4k words
You can find previous parts here: Part one. Part two.
Fic under the cut!!
Light seeped through the cracks in his gunky eyes. Nathan tried to open them, instantly moaning as the brightness sent a spasm of pain shooting through his forehead.
“Fuck me.” he groaned miserably, shifting a hand up to press against his aching head.
Then, his nose decided to join in the assault. Despite the fact it was rock solid with the mess that had built up as he slept, a sharp, merciless tickle still crackled down the bridge.
His nose scrunched up, nostrils wide and flared. His chest tightened, sucking in pathetic desperate breaths. Once, twice, before he-
"HEH'tCHHUOO! h'ettSHHuhh! huh-ih-ITCHHH–Oooh!!”
The sneezes, warm and miserably productive, had nowhere to go but straight down his bare chest. Nathan felt his skin prickle under the sensation.
“Ughh, my god.” he muttered to himself, trying to shift himself up to fumble for the tissues.
His last box was growing thin. Just day 2 of this monstrous cold and he’d already almost cleared out almost two entire packs? Was it even normal for the human body to produce this much mess?
He resolved to re-use some of the scrotty, crumpled things laid out across his desk to wipe himself up. They were dry and crusted under his hands, the products of a painfully long evening where he’d tried to blow out just enough so the pressure in his head would let him sleep.
Clutched in his palm, Nathan brought them down to his chest but before he could clean himself up, the desperate sensation returned again-
He sucked in a gasping, frantic breath before blasting down onto the hand holding the already soiled tissues.
“HAA–AESCHUhh!”
Wet snot shimmered back at him. From his hand, from his chest, from the bottom of his chin.
“Jesus fu—uhh–”
“HAA-ETTCHuhh!!” He sneezed again.
“HHUH-IPPttuchh!” And again.
“HUHH- hih'ISHHhoo!!” And again.
They were all somehow wetter than the last, firing out of him one after the other, with little time in between to suck in a shaky breath.
He was a complete and utter state now, nose still buzzing, as what seemed like the whole of his front was covered in mess.
Okay seriously, what the hell had they infected him with?
He cleaned himself up as best he could, feeling his cheeks flame with embarrassment. From the corner of the room, the red light of the camera flickered. Watching his disgusting outbursts. Watching as he used the duvet cover to wipe up the globs glistening across his chest.
Nathan shifted higher in the bed, exhaling heavily. The need to sneeze seemed to have laid off for a while but now his nose was running in a seemingly endless stream. He raised the back of a hand to press up against it, feeling the wet warmth clogging his nose still spill out onto the skin.
His head heart, his chest ached. His eyes were no-doubt blood shot and crusted.
He’d only just gotten up and he already felt shattered.
Nathan’s vision grew bleary, breath snarling as the ticklish sensation reared up in an insatiable wave once more. He knew it was ridiculous, knew it didn’t work like this, but he could almost picture the viral particles multiplying inside his nose, bouncing and scratching against the hairs.
“H–ahh-uHh….! H’APT-Chuhh-uhh!”
This time it was a one and done. But Nathan felt little relief with the moisture dripping down the side of his hand still uselessly pressed to his face.
Usually a finger or hand under his nose would be enough to quell any urge. But this cold disregarded all typical customs. It did whatever the hell it wanted, leaving Nathan a pathetic mess in its wake.
And, fucking hell, now he needed a piss. The thought of getting out of his comfy bed and padding over to the bathroom exhausted him.
“Ughh…snff.” he moaned as he pushed up from the bed. His head swam dangerously, the dark frame of the bathroom door blurring in his vision. Shivering, goose bumps sprouting across his skin, Nathan headed for the toilet.
When he was done, he turned the tap on to wash his hands, rubbing the soap in slow, lethargic circles, sniffling thickly. He looked up…caught a look at himself in the mirror.
Holy shit. He looked awful.
He’d long since abandoned the glasses that rubbed against his inflamed nose so his face was a little blurred, but he could make out the clamminess of his skin, eyes encased in shadows. His nose was 10 shades of red, the worst right across his septum where he’d been rubbing and wiping at it non-stop. And to his horror, a liquidy trail of mess was leaking down his face, without him even realising it.
Just how disgusting could he get?
An icy shiver snaked down his spine, Nathan curled into himself. He was reaching for the hand towel when the itch in his nose returned. It was like nothing he’d experienced before. All-powerful, consuming. Taking siege of his nose and lungs.
“H–ehhh-uh…”
Nathan’s chapped lips slipped open, nose crinkling. He felt his sensitive, rubbed-raw nostrils flare.
“H-uhh-Ahhh—-”
His chest swelled in and out, like it was building, preparing, capturing breath for whatever was about to come. With the mess already dripping down his face Nathan had a sinking feeling this was not going to be over quickly.
No, his cold had been ignored too long as he’d slept. Now it demanded constant attention.
“Huu–ihhh…Huh..”
It was so closer, just tearing on the edge. He gripped his fingers around the sink, breath lurching in and out until he…. Until he…
“HAahH’DIZSSSH’uh!..Huh–ehh–HuUHH-EPTCh’uhh!”
He bucketed forward into the sink, knuckles growing white around the rim from the force of them. He heard the splatter as the mess hit the porcelain.
When he was done he took a second just to breathe, let the dizziness wash over him. Then he snagged some toilet paper and blew thickly- watching the way his face scrunched and eyes watered as he did so. He sneezed again into the wad of paper, warm and heavy even through several layers.
Feet dragging, Nathan shuffled back into his room. His head was swimming, a threatening ache was building across his sinuses. With a jolt, his foot placed awkwardly and he nearly stumbled.
Fuck, this wasn’t some stupid cold. He was sick for real. This hadn’t at all been what he’d signed up for. Sure, he’d known he’d be infected with a cold virus but he’s been expecting something more ordinary. Something that made his nose run and burst out a sneeze every now and then. Not the sickness flowing through him now that had him sneezing his brain out every other minute.
Nathan plopped down on the bed and hung his head in his hands, sniffling all the while.
“Ermm..” he called out, voice hoarse and crackling, face still buried in his hands, “Could I get so–ome.. Uh.. some—HHE’H’ETShh-ieww!” the last sneeze blew out of him with no warning, half blasting into the palms holding his head, half spilling to the wooden floors below.
“Some umm but do you have any fever meds, please? Sorry, I err don’t know if that’s allowed but…ugh snff I think I’m running a temperature”
The intercom flickered on, the voice coming through low and concerned.
“Morning Nathan, we’re so sorry to hear that. Remember you have the right to withdraw at any time. We’ll send some down and someone to look at you right now.”
On his bed, Nathan shivered. “Ughh…”he brought the back of a sleeve to scrub against his leaking nose, “Thangk you.”
Bundling himself back into bed, trying to get warm, Nathan heard a knock at the door.
He sat up again awkwardly, “Come in.” he croaked.
The same scientist from yesterday came in carrying a tray. Nathan spied Lucozade, tea, more tissues and a packet of paracetamol.
Halle-fucking-lujah
“Hi Nathan, I’m so sorry you’re feeling this rotten.” she said, voice crackling through the mask of the hazmat suit as she perched on the end of his bed.
“It’s—HUHhh…It’s— H’’EHT’SChuhh! Sorry snff.. it’s okay. I mean, I signed up for this right?”
Even through her hazmat suit, Nathan could sense the scientist look down at her hands, her shoulders growing tense.
“Nathan…there’s…something we need to tell you.”
But Nathan’s nose wasn’t satisfied from that singular sneeze. Through hazing vision he held up a shaking finger, telling her to pause. The sensation rolled through him like hands in dough, he was utterly at its mercy as it made his breath hitch and hitch and hh—hitch.
“Ehh-TSGHHH! Huuhh- hhehH–GK’TSshht!!”
He directed the sneezes down onto his lap as best he could but at this point he didn’t really care about the mess. Head bent, nose streaming, he caught his breath for a moment, feeling the aches and fever roll through him.
A cool gloved hand was on his shoulder.
“Bless you, Nathan. Here” she held out a wad of tissues.
Nathan croaked out something close to a thanks and held them up to his face, blowing until mess turned the material flimsy and his ears crackled and popped.
“Ugherrm– sorry. What was it you needed to tell me?” he asked as he placed the soiled thing on his mountainous desk pile.
Again the scientist looked almost sheepish, her hands dropping to the tray and gripping the sides of it.
“Well, you understand that this experiment was to see how quickly a common rhinovirus would infect you- three different strains, each a different severity?”
“...right.”
“And we opened the vents to allow your air to be mixed with someone at the height of infection.”
“Yeh.” Nathan was growing impatient, he was cold and tired, the skin around his nose stung and he just wanted to take some meds and roll himself away under the covers.
“Well.. when we opened the vent we…errr.. We actually opened all three.”
Nathan’s exhausted brain struggled to put the pieces together.
The scientist turned to face him straight on.
“Nathan, we believe you are simultaneously infected with all three strains.”
.'.
Nathan kicked the covers off his chest for the 10th time, suddenly boiling hot once again. He curled into himself and coughed bitterly, hearing and feeling the rattle of his congested lungs.
Brilliant, just fucking brilliant.
Why did he have to be miserably sick with not one, not two but three colds at the same time? Why did he have to be the victim of their stupid mistake? Why had he signed up for this in the first place??
But Nathan knew the answer to that last question. And so did his cock.
Every since the scientist had informed him of his unfortunate situation his mind had been running wild.
He’d been breathing in the desperately cold-infested air of three separate people. Three people's germs swimming about the room, diving deep into his lungs and now flowing through his bloodstream. Three people’s colds taking complete ownership of his body.
His cock was growing stiff and heavy in his boxers.
It was something out of his horniest fantasies. And his body was reacting like a teenager who'd discovered jacking off for the first time. Plus, it had been days. He usually banged one out at least once a night so the pressure coiling low in his stomach was hungry and raw.
Your absolutely sick, idiot. He tried to tell himself. Tried to tell the bulge pressing against the fabric of his pants. You have to stay in bed and sleep.
It was no use.
And so, legs shaky with the fever that only seemed to be getting worse he stood up, keeping his discarded top strategically placed over his lap.
Nathan stumbled to the bathroom, letting the door shut firmly behind him.
Just as he was slipping his fingers below the elastic waistband of his boxers, a breath caught against the hairs in his nose.
Nathan paused, nostrils flaring, lips parting, feeling his eyes slip shut and losing himself in the sensation.
“Hhehhh- ehh…hih’TTSSHOO!!...“HaAAH’SSCHIU-uhh-!!” They exploded out of him strong and heavy, but with little result. He was too miserably congested to clear much of anything. But fuck they still felt good.
Which one of their colds was making him sneeze like this? All of them? They’d surely all been sniffly, sneezy messes but what if one time they’d all sneezed at the same time?
“Fu-uhhck.” Nathan groaned as his fingers finally wrapped around his cock.
He ran his thumb up to his slit to steal a bit of the moisture building there. He wished he had some lotion or something but honestly he was too sick and too needy to care all that much.
Breath gasping from the ever present tickle and from the heady feeling of the pressure growing and growing, he lost himself in the desire.
He picked up the pace, pressing his back against the bathroom door for stability, pressing his lips together to stop himself from gasping out.
“Nghhnn…huh–ehh?? “AEE-Hhehh- ISHH’IEW! Huh…” this one was his nastiest yet, exploding down his face, his chest, even dripping onto–
“Sh–hit…ughh.” he breathed under his breath, watching the way his palms ran the extra moisture up and down his length in increasingly desperate strokes.
His knees were wobbling, his head pounding and his nose. God it was unrelenting. The deseprate need for release built through his sinuses once more but he didn’t stop, didn’t slow down.
He let the sneeze build through him. The sneezes they'd given him. The sneezes he'd breathed in.
The need rose through him. Like water in a jug. Bubbling, bubbling up until he– he….
“yIiHH'tSshiew! Ih'Pt’’ISHH’IEW!” they snarled out of him fiercely.
Nathan’s fingers slipped from their task but they soon resumed. He didn’t bother trying to wipe the mess from his face. It didn’t matter now. None of that mattered now.
He just needed to…needed to…
“HHA’’HUH–TSXCHuchh!”
With roaring electricity he came right as the sneeze exploded out of him. Nathan was bucked forward in rolls of pleasure, desperately stuffing the back of a hand in his mouth to stop himself from crying out.
His breaths came fast and staccato, eyes shut, gasping from the white-hot pleasure shooting from every nerve.
It took him a few minutes before his breathing pace returned to normal. Sweat sprouted from every inch of his fevered skin. And he was cold and unstable and his nose hurt even worse from the congestion swelling in his sinuses.
But fuck it had been more than worth it.
And as he stumbled back to bed, exhausted but satisfied, he wondered for how much longer the colds of three people would continue to dominate his body.
A Kingsguard on duty, in the centre of his group. Lined up perfectly. Not allowed to speak or move or show emotion.
But a cold has been brewing in his nose for a few days. And today it refuses to be silent.
Said guard hitches with as much restraint as he can manage before stifling hands free. He can't help the mess that dangles from his nose, he can't lift his arms to cover or swipe it away.
But the stifle didn't satisfy him. The tickle is back stronger than ever.
Lacing its way down his nostril, making him employ every force in his power to stop his lips curling into a snarl. His eyes are a lost cause, red and irritated he can't help the way they helplessly scrunch up as his breath begins to catch again.
He just prays no one is looking.
Another stifle. Another drip of mess. And the tickle is growing loud and angry now.
It won't be long before it takes hold of him completely, snapping him forward and blasting a sneeze onto the guards surrounding him.
It wouldn't be long before he-- before hee--hUHH-huh
