That's a lotta kink

Thirsting hard for miserable villains plagued by bad colds and fever chills🤒

[you-are-hawtchew]

🌺Mozy, they/them, 26🌺

[I don't roleplay, sadly I don't have the energy]

Stuff I write is tagged as #mozy stuff, observations and general talk/panic is tagged #snzfucker panic

Under the readmore are kinks and some other tags you can blacklist if you came just for sneezing. Straight up smut is tagged #nsft

🤒 Sneezing/Fevers/Colds/Alergies/Inducing: snz tag, sick tag, allergy tag, sick whump

🤒 Thermometer fixation: thermometer tag

🤒 Soft dom/sub dynamic: dom tag

🤒 Pet play: master tag

🤒 Soft feedesim: soft feeding, belly kink, wg kink

🤒 Monster/Alien/Non-human fuckery: [tag tba], robosnz

🤒 Size kink: t/g, g/t, sizeplay, size kink

🤒 Caretaking/Soft whump* aftermath: caretaker tag, whump tag

🤒 Soft to mild whump*/Fear kink/Crying: whumper tag, fear kink, crying tag

*I say soft to mild because it usually involves cold temperatures, nothing gore related going on

🤒 Whatever else ends up here, will add a tag if it becomes a reoccurence

[itchy-nostrils]

Ok I’ve been posting soooo many horny thoughts lately…

But someone sneezing the way you prefer, ONLY for you and ONLY around you 🥴🥵

Like:

Intense loud sneezer > half stifles for you because you melt over a breathless lil “choo”

Tissue grabber/Considerate coverer > lets loose uncovered wet sneezes only for your pleasure

Shy bashful sneezer > Stammers out an audible announcement while they blush through a hitchy buildup that they know is getting you hot and bothered

🫠🫠🫠

[pupchoo]

My brain has been wrapped around the thought of a magic setting(past or current) and the most secretive, possibly cold and standoffish one gets hit with a spell of some sort. It will wear off in 48hrs, but now everytime they lie they snz. Tries to just not answer the question? Goes into a fit until they do

[whumpybones]

Caretaker with a cool cloth on a sleeping feverish Whumpee, and Whumpee kinda half wakes up, Caretaker shushes them back to sleep “It’s okay, I’m just trying to get your fever down. You can go back to sleep”

[rooksshinies]

give that character who is usually so stoic a fever. make them softly beg for contact. Make them whimper and sob and plead for someone, anyone to stay. Stay with them— they don’t… Everything feels weird, and it’s safer with you, please—

[fuckyeahhc]

Sure we all love it when caretaker asks "are you okay" and stoic whumpee goes "I'm fine" when clearly not. But what if whumpee is so out of it that they just shake their head and lean on caretaker's chest.

[head-colds]

cute how a cold will seem sooo mild until it doesn’t anymore. but it’s still a cold, just a bad one. maybe an awful one

[n0seferatu]

as long as im being a robotfucker on this day

robot develops some equivalent to human sickness for the first time trope VS robots human companion is sick and they absolutely dont know how to deal trope

fight!!

[pupchoo]

It’s been said so many times but the troupe of someone overworking themselves to the point of getting a cold is just 👌

The worries of seeing this person with dark circles becoming more prominent. A happy go lucky demeanor, or a stressed out mess. Fumbling with easy things, like going to pour a cup of coffee but holding the mug upside down. Or maybe being jumpy since they are so on edge

The eventually snzing that is becoming noticeable in numbers, or sound, or different pattern. Overworked probably not even realizing.

And then the eventually breaking point. Body giving up in some way. Extreme would be fainting, but also just falling asleep somewhere they aren’t meant to. Snoring from congestion, and it’s now the opportunity to check the fool for a fever

Just good shit, feeds me well

[thebeessnz]

there is something so yummy to me about the word “woozy”

fic writers should be using that word so much more

[thebeessnz]

thinking about this again

[sneezegalaxy]

My mind is very focused on thinking about characters with a sneeze they just can’t shake okay……they hitch so dangerously that they’re sure they’re gonna sneeze but—-nope it fizzles out for twenty seconds before itching at their nose again and they keep warring with this need to sneeze but all they can do is hitch

Call it a hitching fit if you will (I will)

[sneezeshame]

someone who’s been slogging through a nasty head cold when their body decides it’s had enough and wallops them with a migraine. they take their rescue medication but it’s too little, too late; triggered by the pressure in their sinuses and their own lack of food and sleep, they go down hard. their nose plugs tighter. they’re dizzy and everything from their ears to their eyes to their teeth pounds and throbs. their own constant thick sniffling and the start of a phlegmy cough hurt their ears, and their sneezing is pure hell; it tears up their throat, shoots pain through their entire head and neck, and leaves them reeling and disoriented. blowing their chapped, red nose is a pitifully painful affair. their eyes swell and water. they lay in bed in the quiet dark, dosed on half their medicine cabinet between the cold and flu and anti-migraine medications, and even the pillows hurt. they’re too stuffed up for a good sleep, forced to breathe through their chapped lips, and their snoring irritates their head and throat even more. ice packs and heating pads caress their head and body. nothing is helping.

[sickromancer]

I never was much into dust allergies, but right now I might be changing my mind because just think of some prissy bastard sneezing their head off because someone else has been sloppy with cleaning, oh dear, I'm positively dripping with sympathy (from the cunt)

[sickromancer]

Ok but what about the handsome, kind (or handsome, nasty?) regency gent who spends his summers at the manor house of a rich aunt or great aunt in the middle of meadows and pastures and lush gardens and he has massive hayfever...

...and he is both mortally embarrassed and turned on by it. And turned in by the embarrassment and embarrassed of how turned on he is.

Starting every morning with a ludicrous sneezing fit, sneezing as he gets up, just sits on the bed and sneezes and blows his nose for a good while, conscious of the fact that he's being heard through the door by anyone who happens to pass by and so embarrassed by the thought. Another guest knocking the door and asking if he's alright, he blushes up to his ears. "Don't mind!" he pipes with a stuffy voice, and sneezes. "Thank you!"

And he's embarrassed by the fact that the servants have obviously been told to keep his nighstand stacked with neat piles of handkerchiefs because he has a streaming hayfever. His hayfever is accounted in how the household is run. Embarrassed, and shamefully turned on.

Perhaps he's adamant about dressing himself because he can't just sneeze all over a manservant first thing in the morning. Or perhaps he just holds a handkerchief to his nose through the whole process, switching hands when needed.

And then there's the breakfast to get through, all the comments, the inquiries about his health, the gentle frowns from the women and jokes from the men, friendly or crass. The smartass cousin who will bless him as she's leaving: "Bless you times thirty-eight" because she counts to vex him. What she doesn't know is that she's also getting him painfully hard.

The well meaning chaps trying to arrange him a meeting with a lady in the garden. Just generally being constantly perceived and commented, though sometimes it's even worse when he's alone, fully gives in to sneezing and blowing his nose, then remembers how easy it is to hear him through the door.

[sickromancer]

And that one time he stays for a visit during winter he immediately comes down with the worst cold.

And the handkerchiefs appear neatly stacked on the nightstand again. Everyone must be thinking he's just always sneezing. Mortifying. (So turned on...)

[snzyyeah]

i’m such a fever lover bro. like yes you’re delirious. yes you’re sweaty but you’re shivering. yeah you’re cuddling up to whoever, yeah you’re pathetic.

[sickromancer]

Have a sick wizard fic

I am in a serious need of sick wizards. So had to write a fic. This is not exactly a fanfic, but I’ve been listening to a lot of Pratchett books lately so that is the general jam.

Also using that idea of a person sneezing in a rocking chair… and a prompt from a prompt list

Content notes: m sick f takes care; mess; pitifulness

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Rocking the chair

It is not easy at all to find a good rocking chair. Sure, many a carpenter could produce something that looked like a good rocking chair, polished all shiny with files and such things and with a good scrub using a sturdy knit sock to finish it off, and would feel like one too, except the moment one actually sat on it. It is all about the balance, hidden all around in the thickness and length and curve of its arms and legs and spokes and rockers and whatnot. And Liselotte’s old rocking chair was nothing short of excellent. So excellent, that instead of getting a new one like indeed many good intentioned a carpenter had suggested to her, she kept taking it out for repairs or at least check-ups for every suspicious new squeak or groan. It was big enough to accommodate some pillows and narrow rug for comfort, with rockers long and curved enough to lean back for a nice impromptu nap, and above all: when Liselotte placed her sturdy, long-serving witch bum on it, it tilted to an angle exactly right for reading, knitting, daydreaming, or whatever she wanted to do in her cherished chair.

But right now the chair was not working properly. Despite being occupied, it still stood nearly upright in an angle that was not exactly uncomfortable, but still left a lot to be desired. Despite the pillows and the rug, and despite all the blankets the wizard currently sitting on it was wrapped in, it failed to settle in that perfect angle. It was probably because the wizard’s bum was too scrawny for the chair to know it was being sat on.

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[themiseryandcompany]

when a character is too cute and damp and pathetic, i take physical damage. like it hurts so good when they’re wet and miserable and dripping. i’m gonna fuckjng bite them in half