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Done 1001 times I know I know, but. I am in fact a Halloween lover and witch, and could not responsibly let the holiday pass me by without an obligatory horny post about it. Scenario under the cut

It’s Halloween and A is so stoked and ready. They’ve had the house decorated since the beginning of August (much to B’s frustration), have been marathoning scary movies and cute kids cartoons alike, and have had their costume planned and sorted for weeks. This year is going to be so amazing! It’s the second year in this neighborhood, and last year they’d garnered the reputation for most decorated house and the one with the best candy. They have to live up to it! Cue their partner B, who is nowhere near as immersed or excited, but lovingly goes along with it for A. All the decorating (“It’s AUGUST, A!”), the planning, the movies. They’ll do this for their lover, just to see them happy.

But A woke up two days before Halloween still so exhausted and a little spacey. They’d brushed it off. After all, they can’t be getting sick right?…right? Not before their favorite holiday! No. B had noticed, sensing something wasn’t quite right, but A had brushed it off as a bad night’s sleep so they’d let it go.

The day before Halloween A started an itchy throat and nose, just a bit runny. Nothing they couldn’t (and didn’t) brush off as allergies. “You know I’m allergic to cinnamon! And it’s in everything and everywhere this time of year!” they’d said to B while they were picking up yet another bag of candy to hand out. B had skeptically hummed and let it go, but kept a closer eye on their partner. Something was definitely off with A, but A is allergic to cinnamon and it is everywhere. Maybe they were worried for nothing. Regardless A kept their excitement and happiness about them (even as they felt more and more unwell, though they weren’t about to admit it to anyone, not even themself.)

The big day arrives and A…has definitely come down with a cold. There’s no way to brush this off as allergies. Their nose is so runny and sensitive and itchy, every little breath of air a small torture. It runs and drips constantly, and by the time they make it through their morning shower and get downstairs it’s already a stunning shade of pink. That’s not to mention the properly sore throat, the tickle that’s been bothering them the last two days having blossomed into pain now, nor the dull throb of their sinuses and how full their head feels, or the aches in their body. But it’s Halloween! They can’t be sick! They refuse to be!

So they go about their day with their streaming cold, trying to ignore it and enjoy their favorite holiday. They stifle so many sneezes once they start coming (and boy do they come, harsh fits of two and three at a time), wipe their nose until it’s a glowing red, and stubbornly put their costume on before B is due to show up.

When the doorbell rings, they muster as much energy as they can, desperate to pretend all is well and they definitely haven’t caught a monster of a cold. But it all falls apart when B lays eyes on them. For a second neither speaks, B just takes in their partner. A’s pale skin, bright red nose and dark eye bags, how exhausted they look, the quiet little sniffle and wheeze of their breathing. And then, before A can even attempt to brush off their concern and deny their cold, they sneeze. Rough and scraping and messy. They hadn’t had time to stifle, it just snuck up on them.

“Ah-AHTSHUU! Hih’tschuu! EsheEEW!”

A soupy sniffle follows.

“Oh baby,” B coos, sympathetic and concerned all at once. “I know the saying is “trick or treat”, but you didn’t need to trick yourself with such a nasty cold.” It’s a bad joke, but A smiles a little nonetheless. “Let’s get you inside okay? We can snuggle on the couch and watch your favorite movies.”

“Bud…bud the kids,” A tries to argue, sounding tired and profoundly congested. “I hab to hand out tghe candy.”

“We’ll put out a bowl, just this once. They’ll be fine. And besides, you don’t want to pass this cold to all of them do you?” Slowly, A shakes their head. “Alright then. Bowl of candy and cuddles it is. Now come on sweetheart, you look feverish.”

And even though they’re sick and they can’t celebrate how they want to, A can’t help but grin and snuggle into B’s side as they guide them back indoors. Maybe Halloween won’t be a total lost cause after all.

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Thinking about doing something for kinktober but for the snz community. I know we have sicktember but I’m thinking of doing something that’s more directly kink based… thoughts welcomed

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I’m desperate for more fictional contagion content. Give me scenarios, fics, random thoughts, I don’t care.

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someone sneezing into the crook of their elbow with the idea that it will help hide the mess. however, when they lower their elbow from their face, they notice the big wet spot on their sleeve, where they just sneezed into, and also that there's a rope of snot dangling from their nose connecting to their sleeve.

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"i feel i-i-i 'bight sdfff have a-a-ah-ahh- H-Ha..Ah'TsSchIEW! Aihh'PTsCHEW! Hih'TsCHEW! Hh'PtSsCHEW! a bid of a cold..sndggff..scuse m'be"

"you sound like you're full of a cold. bless you."

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Y’all ever got a crush on someone but immediately got turned off when their sneeze is not that attractive to you… smh 🫤

(Anw first post lol)

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hearing "that's it pretty boy" "doesn't that feel better" "aw your nose must be so itchy, poor baby" "there you go prince, let it out" "bless you, pretty boy" "c'mere lil one, I'll catch them for you"

"let me take care of your nose, baby boy"

is going to be the death of me!

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i just want someone to sneeze and sneeze and sneeze into my neck while i hold them and stroke their hair (and maybe something else too) and tell them they’re doing such a good job getting them all out for me and i want to massage their sinuses and hold tissues for them while they blow their nose and

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Okay calling all mess fuckers

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sharing a bed with someone sneezy and they muffle their sneezes into the duvet rather than using a tissue

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will never not be hot for muffling sneezes into sweater paws

someone hitching and hastily tugging their sleeves over their hands to press a sneeze into

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someone let me baby them whilst they sneeze into my chest. i'm talking bless yous, pet names, praise, words of affirmation, encouraging you to let your sneezes out, reassuring you that you're not gross and you have no reason to feel embarrassed, back rubs, hair playing, letting you use me/my shirt as a tissue, etc.

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Person A with a horribly messy cold also having a sensitive nose, even the tissues brushing against it make them sneeze. Thee tissue is absolutely ruined and their hand is covered in snot

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fictional contagion is so HOT! irl contagion (unless it's with a partner and it's consensual and stuff) is NOT!

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Cuddling close with someone on a chilly Autumn evening, reading quietly to them, but my nose is being so tickly and I keep sniffling and sneezing while I try to read.

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Okay listen imagine this. You're using a feather to induce your sensitive partner. Every time they build up to sneeze, you pull the feather away and switch to teasing their genitals with it.

Of course, they're not allowed to sneeze or touch themselves until they're told to. They gasp and hitch and quiver as you slowly bring them to the edge. Your poor overwhelmed partner alternates between begging to sneeze and begging you to stroke them harder.

"Oh, please...aaaah, I need to s-sneeze. Please...tickle maaah-my nose a-again... I-huh-huh-huuuuuhohgodwaitdon'tsuh-stop!"

You bring the feather up to their nose once more and tell them not to hold back.

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i just want a floppy golden retriever of a man with terrible hayfever who can’t stop sneezing his gross messy boy-sneezes and a few days after him and all his friends have been thoroughly sneezed on, they realize it was not in fact hayfever but a terrible, sneezy spring cold