Hi guys this is a fetish account (minors please do not interact). I'm 29 & married. Into sneezes, colds, caretaking - particularly F/F, also into contagion, spray, and messy sneezes 😈 I identify as lesbian but I enjoy sneezes from all gender identities. I love listening to your wavs.
sickie pressing up against their partner (who has the kink) while hitching desperately and nose dripping down their face. They whine about how tickly and sensitive their nose is, how they can't find any tissues and if they did they'd destroy them pretty fast and how they need something(more like someone) that can handle it
they whisper lowly in that deep scratchy gravely voice in their partner's ear "lets see how well you can handle it" before letting out the messiest snz onto them.
it splatters and sprays them point blank in the face, neck and chest. Multiple cords of mess varying in thick/thinness connect the two together....partner is blushing like a whore but sickie obviously isn't done
that hard shudder from chills that leads to a horrifically messy snz that ends up all over the blanket or towel the person is wrapped in...or it just drips heavily down their face
Cupping a tissue around their nose as they blow and blow. So much comes out it overflows the tissue into your hand. You pull it away to reach for another, their nose still shining.
(MESS & contagion warning)
not to be a whore but...handkerchief sharing (or sharing anything that the sickie has sneezed into)
Maybe A definitely is into contagion and can't keep their hands off B who's come down with a messy cold. A isn't shy about it, and has full on kissed B on the mouth, kissing their nose (which always makes B sneeze). Maybe B has a handkerchief and has decded to indulge A by letting themselves get as sneezy as possible before pulling A into their lap and holding it over their nose and mouth
"there you go, this is what you wadted right? You wadted bmy cold. so go ahead breath it id I've got pledty bmore where that cabe frob" A can practically feel themselves inhaling those germs from that damp (probably soaked) cloth
or option two
Both A and B are sick and there's not enough tissues in the world for the both of them. (or they're too sick to be going out and getting them) Maybe they have a few handkerchiefs or a old t-shiirt B just sneezed into and now poor A is hitching. B reaches over and presses it to their nose. A can feel the snot against their nose, the pre-soakedness feels good to their red twitchy nose. They lean in taking in B's cold ready to add their own into it
There’s a whole variety of different sounding sneezes in here. This whole video was cut down from about a half hour. There was also a lot of nose blowing that was totally cut from this video
Anyway I hope some of you get off knowing how much of a mess I am and how screwed you’d be if you were in the car with me
CW: Sneezes, some coughing, spray, mess, implied contagion, no talking
“I know. You don’t get sick as frequently, but when you do, it hits you way harder than it does me. I’m so, so sorry I got you sick. I know tomorrow night is a big deal.”
Taylor lowered the tissues from her face. “You don’t need to apologize. It’s no big deal. I’ll be fine for tomorrow and I know how hard you were trying to not get me sick.” Over the past few days, Sasha had all but recovered from the sniffles she brought home from her mentor teacher, but when Taylor’s throat had started getting sore, neither of them were expecting it to hit her quite as hard as it did. “If it’s anyone’s fault, it’s Catrina’s,” Taylor teased.
Sasha laughed in agreement. “Are you feeling any better now?” They had ended up sitting on the bathroom floor with the shower running on hot, after Taylor had woken up so packed she couldn’t breathe through her nose and subsequently freaked out. The steam filled the small room and helped clear her sinuses enough that she could blow her nose. Once she started, however, it didn’t seem like she could stop. Snotty nose blows led to harsh coughs which led back to a stuffed up nose.
“I didn’t mean to wake you. You need your rest to feel better too, especially cause you’re teaching tomorrow,” Taylor apologized before stifling a handful of sneezes. “I swear I’m not trying to be so needy. I can go sleep in the guest room. You’d tell me if I was being a burden, right?”
“Bless you, Bug. Don’t hold them in like that. The goal is to get all that yucky snot out of your head.” Sasha kissed the tip of Taylor’s nose, causing her to sneeze again, this time uncovered. “Yes, I would tell you if you’re being a burden except for the fact that you never could be to me. You’re not being needy, you’re being human. And that’s ok. It doesn’t matter what anyone else has ever told you. You’re allowed to be sick.”
“Mhmm,” Taylor sighed, leaning into Sasha. “I’m getting sleepy again.” She pulled away to cough into her elbow, then reached for the tissue box again. She blew her nose before slumping back against Sasha’s chest. “Can we go back to bed?”
“Ladybug, you’ll feel better if you take something,” Sasha said, holding up the untouched bottle of Tylenol she picked up on the way home from work.
“Don’t need to. It’s just a cold.” Taylor responded from where she sat at their bedroom vanity table, getting herself ready for a gala hosted at the hotel that evening. She buried her face in a handful of tissues and blew her nose forcefully.
“Come on, babe. I know you don’t feel good.”
“I’m just a little sniffly. I’ll be fine.” Taylor had grown up in a household that didn’t believe in taking medicine for a cold or really anything. Her mother would say that it’s unnecessary and would ruin your immune defense if you took any over-the-counter meds, or worse, you’d become dependent on prescription medication like antibiotics. “I’ll go eat a clove of garlic if that’ll reassure you that I’m taken care of.”
“Uh, no. It most certainly does not. You’re gonna be out late and you already have my cold. I was miserable and I know you are too, even if you’re not showing it. I know I can’t make you stay home, cause I get that tonight is important, but wouldn’t the event go a little smoother if you were feeling better?”
Taylor shook her head before sneezing down toward her lap.
“Bless you, Bug. Would you take it for me?” Sasha asked as she watched Taylor clean herself up.
That made Taylor pause for a second. “I’m really sorry. I can’t.”
That night, Sasha was laying awake in bed when she heard the front door open followed by the sound of Taylor’s heels being tossed aside and a raspy cough. Sasha waited a moment more, trying to decide whether she should go check on Taylor or wait for her to come to bed.
Before she could decide, Taylor tip-toed into the bedroom. Upon seeing Sasha was still awake, Taylor flopped onto the bed, still in her suit from the event. “Don’t feel good,” she croaked before she started coughing again.
“Oh, you poor thing,” Sasha cooed, getting herself out of bed. Taylor’s coughing fit ended abruptly with a harsh sneeze. “Bless you, Bug. Can I make you some tea and help you get into something more comfortable?”
Taylor nodded against the pillow, sniffling pathetically. “Do you need some tissues first?” Another nod and a grumble. Sasha grabbed the box of tissues off her nightstand, pulled out three, and handed them to her girlfriend. “Here. Clean yourself up and I’ll be right back.”
While Sasha was downstairs making tea, she heard another three loud sneezes scrape against Taylor’s sore throat. She hurried back carrying a mug of tea that was more honey and lemon than it was chamomile. “Bless you again. You must feel awful.”
“I do… got so much worse.” Her words cut out against her sore throat. Taylor had managed to sit up a bit and took a sip of the tea. “This helps.”
“Good. You know what else will help? Sleep. Can we get you into pajamas now?” Taylor nodded. “Do you wanna take a shower? The steam might help.”
“Just sleep… and maybe some cold…” After a whole evening of instructing people of where they are to be and what they are to be doing, her voice was finally giving out. Without any real warning, she sneezed uncovered toward her lap and whimpered at the pain.
“Bless you, Taylor. What were you saying? It almost sounded to me like you were asking for medicine.”
“Please?” Taylor asked again.
“You must feel so sick to be asking for meds. Do you have a fever?” Sasha leaned in to feel her girlfriend’s forehead. “You do, poor baby.” She pulled Taylor into a comforting hug. “Let me go grab some sweatpants and a t-shirt for you to get comfy and then some Tylenol so you can sleep.”
Character A suspects that their partner, B, is coming down with something. They’ve been quiet all day, rubbing their nose every once in a while and clearing their throat more frequently than what would be considered normal.
A doesn’t mention it, because they know the attention would just make B uncomfortable. Instead they bustle about the house in preparation for the inevitable. They double check the closet to make sure they are well stocked in tissue boxes, and rummage through the bathroom cabinet to see how much cough medicine is left.
They’re cuddling on the couch that night, and A slides their hand under B’s jaw to turn their face towards them. They lean in for a kiss.
“Don’t,” B says, pulling away sheepishly. “I think I might be getting a cold.”
A rubs their thumb over B’s cheek and tenderly kisses their forehead instead. They pretend not to have already known. ““I’ll make you some tea.”
a sleepy sickie in bed with the lights off feeling around for where they left the folded tissue only to sneeze openly, the spray illuminated by the light of their phone lying face up on their chest
Trying to get back into the snz kinkspace after a bit of a low kink snz drive by thinking about snzarios.
Today's thought: a person with the most obnoxious sneeze and a cold, who's trying not to sneeze in a super quiet environment like at a church, a museum, or during a lecture. They know all eyes will be on them once one of their extra loud, wet sneezes blasts out and so they try their utmost not to sneeze.
They rub and pinch their nose, they scrunch up their face, press their nose against their knuckles, try to hold their breath, but alas it is all in vain. Their nose is just one itchy, twitchy shaky inhale away from blasting out a roaring, wet, spraying sneeze...
cannot stop thinking about someone with the fetish having a cold and lying in bed, getting themselves off while letting their poor sick nose be overtaken by itchy, ticklish, soggy sneezes that shower down onto their chest
the snot that would fly out of their red, inflamed nostrils while they let sneeze after sneeze fly, not bothering to cover at all, touching themselves and moaning all the while
feeling the snot on their face and chest, that slick sticky mess coating them and maybe using some as lube
just relishing in being absolutely disgusting. cold ridden and snotty and probably contagious but it’s just them in their room, spraying their cold all over themselves
2 sickies curled up on the sofa watching a comfort series/movie, both absolutely full of a cold. both of them are wrapped up in a blanket with a mug of tea in hand. there's a packet of lozenges and a quickly depleting box of tissues between them, readily available whenever their nose needs a blow. they've been coughing, sniffling and sneezing the whole day through, blessing each other and taking turns refilling the humidifier and their mugs of tea. they don't bother covering most of their coughs and sneezes, letting them spray everywhere, since they're both already down with the same cold.
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