#sickness roleplay

[jurassicsickfics]

Anyone interested in some Titanic sickfic rp? Ya'll I'm so bored lol

[something-kool]

Isn't the process of a regular man becoming an obsessed, love-sick, stalker so beautiful?

He never knew you once.

You were just another face to him at work.

But... Maybe you smiled at him when you walked past, maybe you put on a bit to much perfume one morning and it made his mind fuzzy, maybe you said he looked nice, maybe you checked up on him every morning, maybe you asked him if he got enough sleep last night because his eyebags were a bit to dark.

Whatever you'd done it baited him like a fish to a lure.

Now, when you walk by his gaze falls over you and he memorises what you're wearing, the perfume you put on, the way you'd done your hair, how that skirt was just a bit to long for him to get a good glance at anything.

You had just been another person once, but now he sneaked a glance of you in every room he stepped into.

It was infuriating.

He was determined to stop this. It wasn't a crush, he wasn't a school-boy anymore, this must merely be curiosity. Curiosity he was determined to stop having. So, surely, if he indulges himself it will go away, right? Just like a craving, it needed it's fill before he can move on.

He'd never been one for conversation but you were easy enough to talk to. He comes up to your desk everyday now, he asks how you've been, if you've gotten enough sleep. But small talk wasn't enough after a few days, he wanted to know more about you, he needed to end this stupid tug in his heart.

So then he starts to catch you on your lunch breaks.

He sits down with you, starts up conversations about your hobbies, your interests, your goals in life. Thankfully for him your happy to indulge him in facts about your life, like your social media account. Luck must be on his side because you ask to follow him which means he can follow you back without it being out of character.

And sweet Jesus he's glad he did that.

Instagram was his favorite place now.

He wasn't sure how many hours he spent looking over your posts, those smiles, those eyes, those cheeks, those hips, those hands, those tits. More than once his hand found it's way downwards, wrapping around his hardening cock and pumping away to pictures of you. You made him ruin to many good bedsheets and boxers.

He wasn't stupid. He couldn't write this off as curiosity anymore. Every time you walked by his dick twitched and his breath picked up, every time you smiled at him his heart fluttered and his palms got sweaty, every single time your hand grazed his he felt like he was about to cum is pants.

So soon talking to you wasn't enough. He wanted more, he needed more, he felt like he was going to go fucking insane.

So now he follows you home.

Seeing you at home was like a drug. This was the real you and you were so fucking perfect. You were messy, lazy, and oh so cute. You walked around in such short Pajamas and he couldn't help but take some photos of that cute butt that peaked out. And the days he caught you getting changed were the days he felt himself slipping further down the rabbit hole.

And soon that wasn't enough either. He needed to be closer, needed to touch you, to hear you, to smell you.

He knows this wrong but if god wanted to punish him why were your windows always left open?

You were asleep. Lying so peacefully in bed lips pressed in a small pout. He can't help but take photos up close. Can't help but brush his fingers down your waist. Can't help it when he presses his thumb to your bottom lip and collects your drool on his finger. He can't help when he licks it up like it's the last meal he'll ever get.

He promises himself he'll never do more than that... no matter how many times he visits you he makes sure to never disrespect your body, it was a temple he wanted to worship not hurt... but he needs to show his... interest... in you somehow.

It starts as small notes left around your house.

They begin sweet.

Don't forget your lunch this morning

You left your keys on the kitchen counter

Can't wait to see you today

But after a few weeks they get darker, more desperate, needier, grosser.

You looked so cute sleeping last night... I wanted to cum on your lips so bad but I made sure not to. Instead I decided to do it in your glass of water, hope you enjoyed <3

Did you feel my hands on your body last night? You made the cutest little whines in your sleep while I rubbed that pretty clit

Is it insane that I think I might die if I ever stop seeing you?

Soon he started leaving gifts for you. A rose here and there, pictures he'd taken of you, pure smut he'd written about you, he even started buying you sex toys.

It gets to much for him to bear, not being able to see you 24/7, knowing you could be talking to other men drove him insane. He needed you like he needs the sun. He wanted to monopolies your affections, your attention, your love.

And he knows just how to own it.

Sedatives and soft rope.

"Shh, shh, go back to sleep My Love, you need your rest for when you wake up in our new home"

[veronica-lawson-phd]

[Rose falls asleep pretty late on New Years Eve. When she 'wakes up' in Wonderland, she's somewhere odd. She seems to be laying on a table, with restraints, though she hasn't seen them yet]

@rosies-adventures-in-wonderland

[There are two scientists approaching one very short and another tall, but strangely...they look to be made of felt, as if they were puppets. ]

Oh good! The subject is awake.

Meemeememeemeemee

Good suggestion Meeper, we should introduce ourselves. Hello subject I am Dr Honeydew.

[lackpenny]

very quick dee because i miss her

[crocodile-knight]

🐍 - Get back in bed before I drag you back myself and you sure as hell will not like that. *holding him up by the scruff, how does she do that*

((ooc: Dk if the sick plot is still up or if it was just for one person, pls lmk if it was or if it's over

//yo your good it's a event for all! And ye sebby will be sick for a while

Surprised croc noises when you do this, only his mother ever did such a thing to him, only he was too weak to fight back

"Eh? Mom? Mom is that you? Why..are you here??" "Am I in trouble?" His fever hallucinations were tricking him right now as well

[katherine-fisk]

I think i got everything...

I don't know what size... shark... you wear, I just got you an XL

@merc-with-the-m0uth

[the2ndrobin]

"Guns are too dangerous" this "guns are too dangerous" that

They're only dangerous when I stick the barrel in your mouth looser

[ajax-lightning-zephyr]

{Ajax lays in their bed staring at the wall in front of them, the lack of sleep this season was interesting... they didn't feel tired, even if he was working on getting better the whole time they've been here. The demons have kept his mind off most things, replacing- gaining new friends, so maybe that's why he didn't notice the new pain in his throat, or how hoarse his voice was sounding.

He didn't want the others to worry about this little sickness that swept them under so, he hasn't talked much or interact much with the others. He's fine anyways...}

[whosmoraless]

How tall are you?

swear on my mama, if you call me short i'll never forgive you🫵

5'8

[jurassicsickfics]

Ok so I know I've posted this before but the list of fandoms I'm comfortable doing sickfic roleplays with has changed a little so here it is again lol

Looking for a roleplay partner for any of these fandoms:

Halloween

Carrie

Twister

Titanic

Perfect (1985)

Prom Night (1980)

Please remember: Must be interested in sickfic roleplays and or hurt comfort. I welcome couple roleplay but nothing too sexual or graphic. I do better playing caretaker but I can play sickie if needed. PM me if interested!

[chaeeyull]

Are you sure that your Internet "friends" actually exist, and are not my regular fake accounts with which I learn more about you?

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

[tea-pot-tyrant]

*throws a splash potion at dog!Riddle*

Hopefully that'll fix this

- 🦊

Is back to normal instantly, but the magic anon said he could get sick if anyone tries to turn him back on there own

He instantly collapses, coughing, great now he's sick but at least he's not a dog anymore

[embrace-your-illithid]

my Thirsty Sword Lesbians ttrpg character.... Scoundrel class aka slutty disaster thot 😘

[agent-stone]

IVO GERALD ROBOTNIK IF YOU DO NOT TURN THIS GODDAMN WATERPLANE AROUND I'M GOING TO DO ONE OF TWO THINGS

Go back to Aimé

CRASH THIS FUCKING SHIP SO WE ALL DIE

I get you want to teach him a point, but I'm getting sick of the bullshit you keep pulling.

Also, your underwater latte is ready. That is all.

-- Stone

[grunklefordpines]

There seems to be a horizontally rotating triangle man in my closet

Hit him with a broom.

Maybe he’ll scamper away.

[mcflymemes]

just spotted that rant complaining about shipping in the rpc (the one using an ableist slur as an insult, which already discredits the post's validity in my eyes) and i just wanted to offer my two cents.

"remember when people wrote with you nonstop, bombed your DMs with headcanons and gushings, tagged aesthetics that reminded them of the shipped muses? remember when people actually knew how to juggle and be a partner? it was a double effort and we had loads of fun."

i just did a poll on this blog to determine how long people have been in the rpc... and 66% of the people that voted have been here for 8+ years. do you know what that means? it means "back in the day" when we were "writing nonstop" or when we "knew how to juggle and be a partner" many of us were younger. a lot of us were in high school or college, or we didn't have jobs, or we weren't old enough for huge responsibilities. many didn't have families or kids. we didn't have the responsibilities 8 years ago that we do now.

many of us have busy irl lives with travel, work, children, spouses, family members to look after, animals to care for, money troubles, schoolwork, medical issues. homes to look after, groceries to buy, mental health struggles, irl friends to visit with, etc. as much as we all love this hobby, and we want to find people who are passionate about our characters or our writing as much as we are... you are not owed this. you were never owed this. it was simply easier a few years ago.

you are owed kindness, basic human decency, and a respect for your blog rules. you are not owed ships. you are not owed someone's passion or their constant enthusiasm or their time away from irl events. you are not owed their daily messages, their instant replies, their eternal passion for your ship.

"i long for the days that when someone said they wanted to ship with your muse, they meant it."

they still mean it. unfortunately... they don't always have the time. our lives have evolved and with that, the rpc has evolved into something with less pressure, less demand, less of an obligation. and that's okay, because we have irl things to worry about. this is a hobby. this is not a job. more important things in our lives have taken priority. the rpc has changed... and that's okay.

finally, and most importantly, you should know better than to use the term "spastic" as a derogatory term in your quest to insult these people.