I don't remember where I got this picture BUT I DON'T KNOW WHY DAVE MAKES ME SO CUTE WHEN HE IS ABOUT TO VOMIT, ALSO HIS GROWLING STOMACH MAKES ME CUTE
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omg i literally entirely forgot i wrote a snzfic already a bit ago... its so self indulgent and messy writing wise and also homest/uck but uploading just in case
okok short debrief for context, karkat is a troll, dave is a human that can fly long story, matesprit is romantic partner, and trickster mode is a mode where ppl get drunk/high off a specific lolipop and have little to no restraint of themselves + gives them bright colors
// mess, intentional contagion
âh-hehhâŚeHâtchIUh!!!â
Karkat paused from reading his book. That... was a sound that sounded suspiciously like Dave sneezing. Hesistantly, he pushed himself up, walking out of his room and peering into Daveâs room. After all, he had no idea if the pitiful human was sick or not. What kind of matesprit would he be if he didnât even check?
Daveâs room was empty. Which was odd. Karkat couldâve sworn he said he was going to be in there for the day, though he didnât explain why, where the fuck did he head off to? Itâs not like their joint house was big or anything. Where the hell was that nookwhi-
Something that sounded⌠almost like giggling rang through the air.
What the fuck.
It sounded like it came from behind Karkat, and he quickly whirled around, but not fast enough. He saw something that almost looked like a flash, a flash of bright colors and cheery pastels, before it vanished in the blink of the ganderbulbs. Like said before, what the fuck.
A sniffle. Alright, thats too much.
Karkat whirled around, shouting âDave, what the FUCK is going on??â, not really caring for his dignity much in the moment. It had to be Dave. This was a prank or some bullshit. And then slowly, following the noise, his eyes trailed up. UpâŚ.upâŚupâŚ.
Dave Strider was currently floating in the air, dreamily staring down at him and just barely grazing the surface of the ceiling, adorned with mint-green hair, a pastel pink-and-yellow god tier outfit, and red, thick gunk dripping steadily out of his flushed nose as he grinned at him. Holy fucking shit, who the fuck was this and what had they done to Dave?
A vague memory registered in the back of Karkatâs mind, of Dirk mentioning how some candy made everyone insane and go Trickster mode as their outfits and demeanor became moreâŚcolorful. How the fuck did Dave go Trickster mode??? How the fuck does that work???
âhey karkles hows it hangin? cmon dudeee lighten up a lil, your expression is s-so⌠hiHâTCHUh! so shocked right nowâ Dave drawled. As he sneezed, he lazily spread his hand over his nose, catching half of the snot in it and letting the rest of the bright red concocture mist the floor beneath him, which included Karkat. Karkat could feel the wet moisture on his skin, and he shuddered, stepping back.
âDave, what the fuck??? Gog, fucking cover your mouth, are you contagious?? Get down, now.â Karkat spat out, exasperated at how nonchalant the imposter was. Dave simply laughed at him. âme? contagious? nah im fineeeeâ
Dave sniffled again, the sound much more wet than previously, and rubbed his fist against his nose, smearing the red gunk all over his hand. He smirked as he slowly withdrew his hand, spreading his fingers experimentally and watching the red mucus web between his slender fingers, glistening. âtotally not contagious at allâ he fibbed.
Karkat could only watch in horror as Dave slowly flew down, feet clicking against the tiled floor.  âhey karkitty i do-hihhâŚnât k-know about youâŚâ His expression screwed up for a second, as he fought to calm his hitching breaths. After a moment, Daveâs grin returned to his face, and with a face smeared with germ-laden gunk, he purred. âbut i feel like making out right now.â
Karkat found his voice again, and he stumbled back a few more steps. âHoly shit, no- are you even *hearing* yourself, Dave??? Youâre sick, you canât-you canât just pretend youâre not, what the fuck??? Dave, I-â
Dave leaned forward and nipped at Karkatâs neck and he whimpered.
He could feel it. The wet mess dripping onto his neck, as Dave gave a shallow sniff and as his breath hitched even more, the vibrations against his skin, Daveâs saliva intermingling with the rest of the shit getting onto his neck as he sucked gently and gave him a hickey. The sensation was so taboo and revolting it was almostâŚ
Dave leaned back, expression contorted. His narrow eyes seemed to almost stare through Karkat, and he paused, before, oh, fuck, it sunk in. âg-ghh- gonnaâŚsn-heHh..eeze!-â he forced out, and even as he was about to fucking sneeze, he still managed a wavering smirk as he tried to stare down at Karkat. It didnât even look like he was trying to pull away, if anything, he had leaned forward, leaving only a few inches between them as he used his finger to gently guide Karkatâs chin up.
Speaking of which, Karkat felt himself frozen in place, too shocked by how quickly everything had just happened to dodge the incoming flood. âheh-HEâtchIU! hihh..hih..hâtsHIU!!â The lazy covering that Dave had done before wasnât even present. Dave sneezed freely and openly on Karkat, and Karkat instinctively shut his eyes, feeling the contagious mist against his skin. Dave wasnât done yet, though.
Karkat could only open his eyes for a second, seeing a strand of snot dangling from Daveâs nose as he leaned his head back, right before Dave went back to sneezing. âEHâtchu! Hiâhishuu!! Ehtchuu! hih..ih-HISSHU!!â Sneeze after sneeze, rapidfire. Fuck, it was disgusting, but Karkatâs face felt soaked, totally fucking decimated after Daveâs sneezing fit that he didnât even bother covering. Was this his plan? What the fuck??? Realizing that he hasnât breathed at all during all that, Karkat let in a shaky breath, and then immediately regretted it as it set in that he probably just breathed in more of the shit.
Shuddering, he quickly wiped off his face, cringing as he saw the red fluid coating his sleeve. Holy shit, how much even was that? âD-Dave, what the fuck-â Karkat started, but Dave cut him off with a smile. âdont worry im not contagious karkitty. now about the makeoutsâŚâ Dave reached up to cup his cheek and run his thumb against Karkatâs lip, and Karkat went pale as he remembered the web of wet gunk between his fingers. Oh goddamnit, he had just wiped his face.
Deep down, he knew wiping his face did nothing.
âWe know thatâs fucking bullshit. Are you trying to get me sick?!? I-Iâm not going to make-out with you, not when- ah-â Karkat started, and then Dave shut him up by licking a stripe up the hickey he had given him earlier.
Dave let his red eyes fall upon Karkatâs. His red nose dripping, glistening, eyes narrowed, mouth curled up like a cheshire cat, he leaned forward and whispered in Karkatâs ear, the congestion in his voice evident âkarkat. lets entertain the thought i am contagious, ok?â Karkat shivered, but this time in an entirely different context.
âits too late for you. from the first sneeze, from the moment i got this cold, you were doomed. even if you tried to leaveâ He giggled, deliriously. âi already sneezed into your pillows, to let these theoretical germs have home there too. sharing is caring, right? and youâre going to get this coldâŚhihâŚâ Karkat stared, dumbfounded. Dave leaned back from his ear, and placed a finger gently on Karkatâs nose, tracing the edges. âi-in here.â
a pause, and then a grin.
âso-hiHh- s-so why try toâŚt-to avoidâŚihhâŚhiHâTSHIUU!! ehâtsHIU!!â Daveâs head snapped forward. His sneezes were getting more wet, and mucus sprayed onto his face, leaving wet stains on his sweatshirt. Karkat couldnât even process what was going on any more. And then, Dave gently leaned forward, stopping just before his lips. âjust enjoy it.â The taboo of it all⌠the seductive gleam in Daveâs eyesâŚDaveâs erection pressing against his leg⌠the most obvious fact that Dave was into this (and that they probably had to had a talk later, jesus, openess about kinks was important)âŚGod, it was too much.
Karkatâs may or may not have leaned forward to meet his lips.
And well, if Karkat let Dave shove his tongue into his mouth, if he let Dave sniffle and sneeze onto him, damning him and most definitely ensuring heâd be just as snotty and disgusting as him later, if he did, well, nobody had to know.
Iâm trying to revive sick-nasty-beats, which if youâve been lurking in the tags for more than two years, you probably remember. Itâs the premier place to play out all your illness/injury fetish dreams. If youâre interested, the link is here.
When Tavvy gets sick, Jake does his best to help his son recover peacefully. Granted, he's not exactly the best at making soup or measuring out meds, but there's one integral part of the process he excels at: sitting by his son's bedside with a loaded clown-hunting rifle.
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