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thekinkyleopard · 1 year

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Camping Anyone?

Group Snz Contagion

A Non-Canon Group Fic of all the OCs!

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

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Contagion, Snzfet & Self pleasure

Author’s Notes: Welp. Here we are. How did we get here? Don’t ask me, pal. I’m mentally ill.

@aller-geez Owns *clears throat* Remi, Meeko, Draeko and Kanai as well as the art!

Description: The gang goes Camping! Remi has a cold..what shall become of them all?

Color Key

Remi

Levi

Meeko

Connie

Alistar

Biziil

Kanai

Draeko

“CAMPING?! WITH THE GANG?! Who’s /the gang/? Me and you right? Cause I know you don’t mean…” the wolf’s emerald eyes already glowing with pained anxiety, his hands shook as he dared to face his completely calm, but braced partner.

“I mean, Drae, Kanai, our sisters, their boyfriend, and…” suddenly cut off by a voice of sheer panic..

“NO…” Remi felt like he was going to puke, there was no way they could allow that guy to keep hanging out with them. He was a piece of garbage, he hated him more than he hated Drae, which is a lot.

“Look…I’m not really his biggest fan either bu-…” still unable to finish even half of a thought before being interrupted.

“NO!” The man shouted with dread. This isn’t happening, absolutely not. He would never allow it.

“He goes wherever Kanai and Connie go! I can’t help it Remi! He has to come…” feeling exasperated now that he has to fight the man on this, but he really couldn't have expected this to go smoothly in the first place. Getting Remi to do anything with more than just him, was like pulling teeth. Even hanging out with just the girls, he always found a way to be a grump about it.

“If Alistar goes IM NOT GOING, end of story,” the man crossed his arms with fury, turning his back to face his mate. The leopard sighed rolling his eyes.

“Yeah?” He asked cocking a hip, that he decorated with one impatiently tapping hand.

“Fact. No lies. All truth. Not going. Not doing it. Hate it. You can not make me,” Eyes shut stubbornly tight as his head was lifted in a defiant manner.

Two weeks later

Levi stepped out of their bus and looked around at the open woods they had settled in, with a bright smile on his face. It was Remi and Levi in their converted bus, while, at Remi’s specific request, Levi rented a huge RV for the rest of the gang to share. No one was apparently welcome to share with them, logistically it didn’t make any sense to anyway. Remi kept himself cooped up in the safety of his own space he and his mate shared. He was starting to feel like he was coming down with something…it was just sitting there at the base of his throat, a familiar tickle he knew all too well forming in the bridge of his nose. However, he was doing his best to suck it up, he knew this was important to Levi. To have community, and memories.

Biziil hopped out of the said RV and took in the fresh air arms out to the sky as he smiled up at the sunshine that dawned upon his tan and delicate face. “Beautiful,” he said with a Husky tone, not before long, two giggling ladies came grabbing onto each arm, dangling off the 6’6 Man, as if he were a tree. The bear chuckled playfully, holding each Meeko and Connie up with ease, swinging them back and forth.

“Do you think, we can go to the water first, bear? Bunny and I really want to dip our toes in the creek!” Meeko swung her legs about as he lifted them higher off the ground, before he gently set them back down nodding tenderly. “Absolutely, but Levi did have a huddle for us, so let’s wait for the others,” he spoke confidently but with a considerate tone. The girls both agreed hoping off their boyfriend to gather around the unlit, already placed fire pit of the campgrounds.

Shortly after a loud crash and thud were heard echoing from the RV as a loud cackling demon can stomping out of it. “Ahhhh, Yes! A camping trip with all of my favorite torture subj-….friendsssss….” He hissed the last letter of the word, blood red eyes scanning his surroundings. Biziil rolled lilac orbs and crossed his strong arms over his chest. “Any funny business, and I’ll bring Remi out here,” narrowing his eyes, as the other immediately looked panic stricken.

“Hey now, whoa, there’s no need to be hostile, Zeel, my friend, my buddy, my pal,” lifting his blackened palms up in a defensive manner, he slid a sly tongue over his front teeth looking to the side. “I just…Plan to have fun..on this excursion, that’s all…no need to call in the mean scary wolf,” chuckling sheepishly as he scratched the back of his neck.

“Draeko..what is fun?” A navy haired man asked the shorter, brightly colored mate of his as they too exited the large RV. The dual-color eyed man looked up at his confused hellish boyfriend and then furrowed his brows.

“How do I explain…hmm…Oh! You know like…when we went on the Ferris wheel together, the one that rocked?” The shaggy haired younger recalled to his partner.

“Yes…” his tone flat, a lack of emotion that was obviously present within his dead eyes. Drae smiled happily bouncing up and down.

“That! That’s fun!” Kanai scratched the back of his head once, before clapping his hands together.

“So, Alistar plans to take us on the Ferris wheel?” His eyes curled up with pride as they squeezed shut, with the smallest hint of a smile. Draeko hummed lightly, eyebrows furrowed and he scratched his chin between his index and thumb.

“Uh-…well…” the plaid boy started before Alistar suddenly appearing behind Kanai, blacked out hands a top strong hound shoulders.

“That’s right my dear friend! A metaphorical Ferris wheel! We’ll ride this moment of opportunity to the top! You’ll see!” Pointing his index out to the sky ahead of them. Just as Kanai was about to interject with yet another question, Levi came stepping out into the circle of mixed creatures.

“Alright, I have no idea what you’re talking about, Al, but stop…once Remi gets out here, we can game plan! No mischief!” Levi spoke pointing an accusing finger towards the demon who gave the leopard a wink and a kissy face. “I’m serious! I’m not afraid to give Remi the green light,” doubling down, shoving his finger further in the red head’s direction. Alistar shook his head fiercely back and forth.

“No, no, let’s not do that now…” he chuckled nervously looking both back and forth, as well as behind his shoulders to make sure, said wolf wasn’t around currently. “Truly, I can’t afford another visit to hell right now…” he hissed between sly, shut teeth.

“Alright then, BEHAVE…” narrowing his cerulean eyes tightly at the other before he clapped his hands together. “Alright! Speaking of! Remi feels a bit icky today, he said it should be fine, no big deal but I figured! We could start setting up tables for like…a kitchen area?” Biziil immediately nodding and springing into action, Levi giggling. “Wait wait! Do we set up, make food then all of us play cards against humanity in the RV? I figured we would wait for Remi but...he could help us game plan the exploration part I guess...”

Biziil, the girls and Draeko all nodded, clearly paying attention. "I agree, let us take care of setting up, so brother can have some time to gather himself," Meeko spoke with reassurance towards the busy leopard. They all seemed to be invested in this as a group effort. However, Alistar was already digging through the RV storage units to find the alcohol. Scoring on a bottle of ever clear he stuffed in before they left. Kanai was too busy studying a nearby snake that had slithered through the campsite. The leopard blinked once, then twice, shaking his head. ‘Fine, three men down isn’t really a problem..Biz makes up for their lost weight anyway..’ he sighed once over and returned to the few that were paying attention.

“Bizzy…my sweet amazing brother…?” Looking sheepishly at the large man, who was already prepared for the load to be dumped on him as usual.

“Say no more, Don’t worry,” nodding with determination, he, and with the help of the girls and Drae, got down to business, the glampsite being set up in no time.

Whilst the gang worked tirelessly to pick up where those of them slacked, Levi’s slender legs carried him over to the converted bus. Stepping inside to be met with his boyfriend, struggling to get out of bed. “Uhhh..ehhh..” he grumbled snuffling softly with his mouth open. “I dod’t thigk I cad go out…” sitting on the side of the bed, feet on the floor, as if he had tried to get out of bed earlier, but never got past this point.

“You have to! It’ll be okay, you’re resilient, member? Nothing gets Remington Connors out of commission!” Levi grabbed the wolf by his wrists and helped hoist him up to his feet now. Lazily standing, but still able to keep his balance he shook his head slowly then quickly, trying to gain his composure.

“Alright fide, you’re right, I wod’t let this keep be frob speddigg tibe with you..” feeling more confident in himself with the mini pep talk from his mate. They both stumbled out of the bus and joined the others in a night of festivities. Remington being ever so present, slinging his germs about every card, cup, pen, plate and handshake.

Day 5 of a “14”day trip

Levi and Remi sniffled and shuffled as they dragged their feet over to the giant RV. It was hopeless. Whatever virus Remi had brought with him on their trip, had ransacked almost the whole group. It was up to the leopard to call it in early. The whole crew stuffed up inside the RV, Levi and Remi both entered now, practically using each other for strength to stand. Upon entering the traveling domicile, you could hear a symphony of sniffles, coughs, and stifles happening all around, and then, there was Alistar. Sitting on the edge of Kanai and Drae’s pull out bed, he barely fit, but he made himself comfortable regardless. He was calmly, surprisingly, playing temple run on his phone. “Why is this simulation so absolutely addictive? Humans are stupid..creating such a mindless distraction…Pft,” mocking the very thing he was getting lost in. Remi stepped in last behind Levi, accidentally slamming the door shut, hard. Too hard. A loud CLINK was heard from the door, neither paying any mind to it. Levi shook his head to clear his thoughts..he could see to his left down the RV “hall” Biz laying there, mouth wide open, lilac eyes filled with water, in the middle of the bed with each girl on his side, noses full of tissues, faces dusted pink.

“Guys…I thigk we should cagcel the rest of thid trip add go hobe..Rebi got us all sick…” the leopard’s nose completely plugged, trying his best to elevate his voice so everyone could hear him. Alistar looked up and frowned visibly.

“What do you mean? It’ll be fine just, sleep it off, give it a day and you will all be up and at it again,” Clearly, Al was not going to let them end the trip prematurely without a fight, even if it was for concerning health reasons.

“I do dot dow how you guys deal wif dis…is dis dyigg?” Kanai grumbled in a flat suffering voice as he was laying on his back, staring straight up at the ceiling of the space, nose running as he just keeps dabbing at it with his sleeve. Al snickered as he heard the sound of his best friend’s stuffed up voice. He said nothing, however, just looked over at the stressed leopard that continued to fight his internal need to let it all out.

Levi groaned as he leaned himself against the tired wolf, who leaned against the wall…eyes fighting to stay open. It was dark within the confines of the space, all curtains drawn in, lights turned off, just a thin stream of light from a crack. “Look, Alistar, clearly you cad’t relate to gettigg sick but everyode else cad, the trip is over. Pack it id guys..” he shook his head back and forth to try and relieve himself of the horrible congestion within his face. Al frowned, shoving his focus back into his mindless little game to avoid any conflict with the raven haired man a few feet from him. The wolf may be sick, but he wasn’t going to test him any.

“Fine, weenies…” he mumbled with dissatisfaction. Everyone groaned in unison, Drae wafting his hand about the cabin. "Weenies? Whab doed he meab, Drae? I donb wanb a hobdob righd dow" the hell hound asked curiously, and was met with a small index finger against his thin pierced lips. "I'll explain, later ok? Brain hurts....No hotdogs...it's fine" brows knitting together in discomfort. Kanai nodded understandingly and gently, without much thought, placed a tender kiss on his sweaty forehead.

“Okay, go go, there’s too many people in here…I can’t think..it’s going to make me..heh…ihhh..” the usually brightly colored male, suddenly dull as he lay beside Kanai, leg sprawled overtop the hell hound, stifling the incoming storm. “Hh’Gnxt~” so soft, it mostly came from out his nose as he had tried his best to contain it. The red headed demon beside them, blushed brightly across his skin, feeling a tremor go down it. Gaze still deeply lost in his phone as he tried to ignore the feeling of arousal threatening to resurrect itself.

“You’re right, we cad’t have all these bodies id here…We’ll head out…Al, you drive theb all back…” the leopard instructed with his adorable snuffy voice, but which the flustered demon could only grumble in response. As the cat went to turn and open the RV door…he realized quickly, it wouldn’t budge. “Oh do…” he suddenly went pale, shaking the knob, trying desperately to open the clearly stuck door.

“It’s alright babe…I’ll get it," Remi yawned a bit before gripping hold of the knob as Levi released it. Using his full strength, he tried pushing it open again, a soft crack could be heard from the internals.

“Stop! You’ll break the door.. I dod’t wadda pay for the repairs!” The leopard suddenly panicked and grabbed the man’s arm to cease his movements.

“Well how do we get out if we don’t break it down??” the wolf said sounding more than slightly irritated, but still trying to keep his cool in result of who exactly he was talking to. Levi swiftly looking around in a state of panic, unable to answer before they both heard Draeko fighting for air.

“Oh god…” Drae’s mouth hitched open before he.. “Heh’kissh!” Into Kanai’s clothed chest leaving behind small wet marks, whom only looked down at the mess and then back up to stare at the ceiling, fighting off his own urges. His chest hiking, and stuttering, eyes squinting and leaking.

“Hah.. H’sSsHu!” There went Kanai, unable to keep it back, still trying to adjust to these foreign feelings. “Why…doeb my node hurd do bad?” he questioned, strained, as he followed with a long grunt, turning onto his side and grabbing Drae in a full grasp, shoving him into his chest.

Alistar, felt a bead of sweat drip down the side of his temple as he did his best to tune out the two losing their cool. Sniffling from the back of the RV got more intense before long you could hear Meeko, loudly inhale, but it was stammered. Like “h-HhHh..!” And then a “khH'HIISSHHh'uh!” Biziil looking down he noticed she had straight sneezed out her tissues, it was fine. Biz reached over to the headboard, grabbed a fresh tissue and started to gently dab at her leaking nose.

“Bless you, darling,” he said reassuringly, not before long a another sneeze echoed the small chamber where they lay. A much quieter one from Connie “H’Kkissh ~” Bizzy furrowed his brows and reached his other hand for yet another tissue. Doing the same he had done for Meeks, he gently cleaned up the younger girl’s face. “My goodness..my poor princesses,” his voice full of worry as he held them closer to him, kissing each on the the top of their heads, before nuzzling into Connie’s soft white and black hair. With a gentle whimper, Meeko reached over to hold Connie’s free hand, the girls looking sympathetically at each other from across their boyfriend.

Alistar’s head had shot to the back, the first second Meeko sneezed, the loudness, the sheer abruptness of it. His body felt hot. Remi and Levi slid onto the floor, sitting there defeated. The demon man looking around at everyone, he realized…this was going to boil up to a huge problem here if he didn’t do something. However, did he really want to? Was this not…entertainment? Was this not a complete and total jackpot? The red head bit his lower lip slyly as his eyes scanned everyone on their last legs.

“Don’t worry, I’ll call for help…” he lied as he rummaged through his phone and chose a random machine automated number. He had many, using it often for his pranks on humans. Turning his volume down just enough to hear it himself, but for no one else to know. He continued on a fake conversation, to absolutely no one. “Yeaahhh Man…door is completely jammed shut. Got a vehicle full of sick people, we are going to need some SERIOUS assistance,” trying to withhold the cackle that threatened to surface, he kept his face completely neutral, as to not tip anyone off. Not that any of them were paying close enough attention, trying to starve off their symptoms.

“Hh’Etshu!” Levi blew into the side of his sweater, leaning into Remi now, as the wolf snaked an arm around his waist. “Bless you…” said the flushed man to his smaller counterpart, pretending to himself like that wasn’t the cutest thing he’d seen all day, while Levi caught his breath. The leopard using the edge of his sleeve to wipe off any wetness.

“3 hours? Oh man…I don’t know..” the white haired man looked up at the demon with panic in his ocean eyes, 3 hours?! “Yeah…well…I get it, it’s the best you can do,” Al sighed dramatically, pinching the bridge of his nose for affect. Eventually, he ended “the call” and shrugged, shaking his head back and forth. “Sorry guys, help will be here at some point I guess,” trying to sound convincingly disappointed, as all he had to do now, was sit back and enjoy the show.

Remi growled deep within his throat and shook his head sharply back and forth. “I serioubly doubt thed bo obe elde we can cabb,” the wolf challenged, before Alistar let out an aggravated exhale through his pierced nose, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms.

“Well, you want me to call the police? Fire department? What Mr Wolf man, what is your suggestion?” His words cut with serious attitude. The sickly man squinted, glowing green eyes stared him down.

“I’be hab jubt about enoubh ob yo-h-HIh’iitschuu!” Interrupted by an unstoppable force within his chest cavity, Levi quickly brought his opposite sleeve over to clean up his boyfriend’s swollen face. “Banks..baby…” he mumbled, his ego thrown off by the embarrassing outburst. Relishing in it, Alistar rolled his eyes closed and inhaled deeply. Oh yeah…that’s the stuff. He didn’t care the source, as long as he could keep hearing that sweet magical sound. "Gubs, fighting idnt goinb to helb ud," Levi said with a clear frustration to his stuffed up words, looking sharply between the two of them.

“Hhuh’EssHu! Nooooo…stooooobbb..” Kanai moaned begrudgingly burying and sniffling his face within the crook of Drae’s sweaty neck. “Oh baby…” the hybrid whimpered, petting the navy hairs with compassionate consideration. Alistar wiggled his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders "I guess, we're stuck here, and just have to wait for the assistance to arrive....but until then..." suddenly cut off midsentence "Hh'esSH!" Kanai's body convulsed into his mate.

The Anti-Christ shuddered once more “Absolutely delectable, K, give me another? Just one more morsel? You know they’re my favorite…” the red haired demon had quickly turned on his feet and brought himself over to the two. Completely distracted from the conversation before. He leaned closer into the pile that made up his best friend and the smaller dog. Draeko turned to look at the glowing eyed cretin and smacked him away. “Shoo! Habe you bo dedendy ?” Bringing himself back to his own bubble of personal space, he stood up straight, Alistar then shrugged with a devilish grin.

“I am an Anti-Christ, I don’t know why you think I would,” snickering at his overtly predictable and overused excuse.

“Typical,” rolling his duo colored eyes before burying himself back into the messy hell hound beside him. Fine, he'd see what else there was to offer, tip toeing his way to the hall, Alistar listened into the thruple that struggled to keep their breathing at a calming decibel. The strain in their throats, the hitch in their breaths…Al licked his lips out of anticipation as he leered in.

“Kh’CHIEW!” Went the little dog, Connie squeezing her girlfriend’s hand in support, before she too “Hih’cHiew~” sneezed into her free hand, the difference between the two, night and day. One loud, one soft, it sent shivers up the red head’s spine. He slid a blackened hand down the front of his clothed chest as he consumed each sound to its fullest decibel. It was far too good to have this much power.

“HIH! K’NgxT!” Biziil stifled, trying to hold it in as to avoid spraying in between, or even on one of his precious ladies.

“Ohhh Zeel~ Don’t hold them back! You know, your eyes could pop out doing that, tsk tsk, very dangerous...Dont be shy..” the demon’s orbs glowed brighter as he zeroed in on the tall Inuit man. Watering lilac eyes narrowed, brows knitted together as he opened his mouth to tell the demon to leave them be…but he couldn’t hold back the feeling that he’d been fighting this whole time, that was finally free. “Huh'AEESHUHh!” Gripping hold of his lower lip between two rows of teeth, Alistar’s body trembled with lust. As the defeated bear sniffled and snuffed, tears streaming down tan cheeks. "khH'HIISshU!" Meeko sneezed loudly once again, curling his toes, Alistar was certain hers was his favorite. So unhinged, audible, proud, they felt naughtier the louder they were.

“That’s the ticket…” his body shuddered, before he slowly turned, hopping his way through to the front of the bus once again, checking in on the rest of the suffering crew. He couldn’t help to notice, what an opportunity he had. Pulling his phone out he figured, these were memories…precious…sweet…delicious memories…he would be damned, (again)…if he didn’t capture it! Alistar hit record on the video function of his phone, in order to maintain forever evidence, of this, delicious moment.

Kanai and Drae, still huddled up together, face to face now on their sides, gripping each other’s hands tightly as they took turns, sneezing into the cluster of held appendages. “ih'tsh! 'TSCH...'sSHIEW!” The tiny kitten like sneezes sprayed past entangled fingers, not long before, Kanai sniffled loudly and “h-H…Hhuh’EssHu!” The two were going back and forth, Draeko apologizing every third, their sensitive noses rose colored, heaving together in unison, the hybrid with sort of a high pitched wheeze.

“What an absolutely precious picture…I could just…bust…honestly I could, good stuff friends…I’m gonna appreciate that later…” he chef kissed the air turning the camera now towards the source of all the madness. Remi and Levi, pathetically clung together in a heap on the floor, slumped against the wall by the door that refused to let any of them free, the wolf looked up, with clear annoyance.

“Get thad thinb oub ob my fade..” he snuffled angrily, already catching onto what the other was up to, the demon who could only return with a mischievously snicker, clicking his tongue once, cocked a red eyebrow.

“Never mind that, my dear handsome rival, but, don’t you feel that?” Suddenly emerald glowing eyes looked lost, brows sliding downward in confusion. Alistar pushing the camera closer “That …little…tickle…” red brows raised to counter, as if he was mocking the action pre-blow, mouth gaping, waiting for it to click. Oh, and it did. Remi could feel it, right in there, he shook his head once. No, he wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“Come oooon, Remi…Don’t ya wanna…Sneeze?” Teeth turning up in an evil side grin before the wolf glared, "H-Heh..." he hitched once. He began holding his breath, squeezing his eyebrows down. He tried, with all his strength, he tried but he couldn’t hold it forever and eventually his chest forcibly hitched. This caused his mouth to just barely swing open for a “H’tschu!! h-Hih'iiTSCHUU!” Ah, fuck, the wolf inwardly cursed himself, rolling his eyes closed to avoid having to see that smug piece of…Regardless of what the wolf thought, the demon had it on camera, forever, and he was definitely more than pleased with himself.

“Levi, I didn’t get it at first, and now, I really do…” licking his thin pierced lips once over as the leopard glared daggers up at the lense that panned across the two of them.

“Bou’re horrible! Bou’re reabby enjoying dis doo much!” The cat scolded the mischievous male as he continued to dab, and wipe at his boyfriend’s sore nose.

“You act like I shouldn’t take advantage of this moment, Levi, and that’s hurtful, you’re always preaching about chasing your dreams, and doing what you love…I have a dream…Levi,” he crouched now, knees crooked to be leveled with the slumped two. “My dream…is to record this RV full of …very tasty individuals, blowing their faces off on each other…so I have…” he took the tip of his index finger and dragged it slowly along the bridge of Levi’s rose tinted nose. The very gesture causing the leopard to hitch and hike, chin rising slowly “Material for me time…” bringing the camera in close, the angle from underneath to hopefully catch…

“Eh’ehTSHU! H'stCHu!” The spray shot downward, against the only light that shown in from the crack in the curtains. Alistar’s phone camera managing to catch the symphony of tiny particles that had escaped past his lips. Slowly, the red head shook his head back and forth standing proudly to admire his cinematography. “Magnificent…” before his attention was brought forth by a harmony of diverse sneezing fits that echoed from the back of the traveling home. "Eh' CHiew!" "HhT-TsCHU!" "sS'TsHIEW!" the thruple struggled together, holding tight to one another as their bodies rocked and quaked. “I must go... more content awaits me,” disappearing like lighting, the film itself slurring past an array of cabinet and wall colors.

Levi and Remi looked at each other with swollen noses and leaking eyes, both clearly upset, but too incapacitated to do anything about the rampaging demon. All they knew was with one look that they would never again risk going on a group trip while Remi was sick again. This was, to say the least, a nightmare.

Alistar standing at the edge of the bed that contained all three Biz, Meeko and Connie cuddled up for dear life. “Come on, say hahHhHH~” he mocked the starting sound of what Meeko usually sounds like before a sneeze. Biz narrowed his eyes tightly, not at all pleased with the way the demon treated his girls as if they were objects of his amusement. “Remi!!” Biziil called out, followed by a rough and painful cough. Al peaked up, he looked slowly behind him as he saw the wolf peeling himself up off the ground. “Demon…” he growled low in his chest.

Alistar gulped once, stopping the video to put his hands up as he slowly turned. “Now now..let’s not be crazy..let’s think about this…” he stammered as Remi swiftly grabbed him by the lifted wrist and in one fluid motion, opening the bathroom door, he flung the devil inside. Slamming the door shut behind him and then breaking the latch with one swift punch. Sufficiently, locking Alistar inside. “Hey!!” He banged on the door, though his voice clearly muffed.

“Takes care of that,” Remi huffed proudly dusting his hands off together. Levi wound up standing on both his feet again, sighing, he spoke while grabbing an extra blanket and some pillows "We're going to have to pay for that," displeased as he was setting up a little spot on the floor for them to lay, just under Kanai and Drae, while under the assumption help would someday arrive. "Worth it, finally get some peace," the wolf let out a deep breath. Getting comfortable, Levi pat the spot next to him for his mate to join. Looking over at Drae, then the spot, then Levi, then Drae…then the spot…he groaned with a deep dramatic sigh. “Fine…” he climbed in beside his mate, turning his back sharply away from the other two. Levi rolled his eyes, initiating big spoon to the grumpy wolf, as they all just tried to survive the virus he shared with them.

Unbeknownst to any of them in the RV, Alistar found himself comfortably leaned against the counter as he swiped and edited his new masterpiece. He may have not gotten all of them in, physically, before rudely disbanded, oh no, but he got enough. Well, there was no use hiding it in here, and since he had some privacy, he might as well. Playing the video in it's entirety, you could hear the distinct sound of voices before the first attack comes on. Kanai, and Drae first. "ih'tsh! 'TSCH...'sSHIEW!" sweet tiny sneezes from the sub made Al's teeth grit back and forth as he could feel his already semi-hard cock stiffen in the fabric of his crust pants. Weak at the knees over the way Drae carelessly sprayed into their hands. “h-H…Hhuh’EssHu!” that deep, unexpecting explosion ripping out of Kanai, something so intimate they've rarely shared in their time together as friends. Now forever a piece he holds onto. Watching his mouth burst open every time was a treat in itself. Al's hand roughly rubbing against his clothed inner thigh, grazing just past the print of his aching length.

"ih'tsh! 'TSCH...'sSHIEW!" he rewound and played Drae's again, it was so innocent, it drove him absolutely mad with hunger. Especially the way he caught the little hybrid’s spray on the lense. Wishing desperately to feel it splash across his filthy face. Allowing the video to progress, again, “h-H…Hhuh’EssHu!” the hell hound's inexperienced lack of control shooting shivers up the demon's spine, slowly unclipping the top button and zipper of his pants. "H-Heh..." red eyes scanned the screen as he sucked his lower lip past his teeth, biting down roughly as he closely observed the wolf's struggling face. He freed his cock now, spitting in his open palm without breaking eye contact to his phone, he was waiting for it. Patiently waiting for it. “H’tschu!! h-Hih'iiTSCHUU!” watching his rival fail to keep it at bay made his head momentarily fall back, the counter of this space being the only thing holding his weight up. He began to stroke himself at a faster, more desperate pace as his favorite part was about to arrive. The full view of Levi's open air sneeze. He watched hungrily as the leopard started to hilt and hitch, watching slowly as his lips seperate, struggling before “Eh’ehTSHU! H'stCHu!” His hips stuttered and bucked up inside the tight grip of his palm. All he could focus on was the particles, all those spraying particles, coming out of plump wet lips, god bless 2023 camera quality "Fu-Fuck..." he hissed loosely with crazed desire. “Eh’ehTSHU! H'stCHu!” he played it back. “Eh’ehTSHU! H'stCHu!” and again. His fist rubbing and rutting his now leaking and hung dick. Oh man, he was going to have to thank Remi later for the alone time. Watching the leopard's freckled face leak, and stain he continued to throw his hips up into his fingers. Squeezing and massaging every skin cell of flesh before the finale. "Eh' CHiew!" "HhT-TsCHU!" "sS'TsHIEW!" the three-way orchestra. "Fucking hell...." he gasped rolling his eyes back only to quickly straighten them back on the screen below. He was looking at Levi's flushed face, tortured after his double blow, but you could hear Meeko, Biz and Connie clear as day in the background. A mixture of loud, soft and messy. "Eh' CHiew!" "HhT-TsCHU!" "sS'TsHIEW!" He played it again, scanning over Levi's soft features. “Eh’ehTSHU! H'stCHu!” he replayed the leopard's. It was too much, it was proving to send the demon into a spiral. He grunted low, deep within his chest as he stood there frozen in place, his orgasm rocked through him causing the dragon to lose grip of his phone altogether, "S-Shit..." he cursed, phone falling to the floor with a thud. Alistar shot his load out all over the bathroom floor, some getting on his black boots, unfortunate price he'd pay for the incredible treat he got. Trying hard to catch his breath he gasped in the small area of the restroom, looking around him he saw a small window, taking no time to shove it open. In blew a fresh breeze of cool, uncontaminated air. It felt incredible against the red head's flushed and sweating skin. He tore off his shirt and hiked himself to sit on top of the counter now, leaning his bare back against the mirror/wall. "Oh man....I needed that..." he sighed deeply with contentment, closing his eyes. It didn't matter what rules the group would more than likely enforce upon Remi after this trip of chaos, Alistar was determined to let this happen again. Even if he had to risk getting killed over it.

The end.

Author’s Notes: Uhm….okay…how’d I do? 🥴 cause my brain hurts and I feel like I’ve had a million conversations going on in my head at once for 24 hours straight. What a way to introduce the gang, right? Oh Alistar you stinky sneaky sly shit. I love him. This was a lot of fun despite how chaotic it felt to write in 6 more characters than I’m used to!

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For the director’s cut: Orbs Are Bad News, please? Part 2 (or both, if you’re willing!) It’s one of my favorites 💗

One of my favorites, too! Thanks for the ask! :D I'll do both parts, with Part 2 to follow this a bit later.

Director's cut comments in bold below the cut! MESS, m/m, holding a handkerchief, etc.

This story came from a prompt on a writing meme about a character losing the use of their hands while having to deal with snz. I can't remember at the moment if the prompt was D&D-flavored or if I just picked that setting myself because I was really into playing the game at the time (still am!). Also I'm incredibly sleep-deprived, so I hope these comments don't ramble overmuch.

"Okay, we don't know what we're dealing with here, so let's be careful." Gerrit pushed open the heavy wooden door and lifted his torch to illuminate the room inside. The firelight played over several tables covered in intriguing objects and glinted teasingly off of more than one hint of gold. Gerrit himself spotted a stolid wooden chest in the corner and his heart rate quickened.

When I was a kid, my mom gave me the Dragonlance books and I fell in love with them, although it was a long time before I was able to play D&D myself. I attribute my love of the very traditional fantasy realm to these books and my enduring love of sickly mages to Raistlin (Soulforge was like an EXPERIENCE for me). Gerrit has his origins in Tanis Half-Elven - he's a good guy, kind of a normal/default fighter build. "Jackpot," breathed Remembrance, the party's resident ne'er-do-well. She rubbed her hands together, sharp nails clicking. Gerrit was sure she was assigning price tags to the lot of it, except for whatever she hid in her bags for herself, of course. "I know a guy in the capitol who'll pay through the nose for that pervy little statue there." "That is a religious object," chastised Cordes with a haughty tsk. "It's used in rituals of worship for the goddess Fortuna." "Oh, I'm sure he'll be worshipping," cackled Remembrance, and she slipped past Gerrit into the vault. "Few hundred gold and he'll be rubbing out a grand ol' prayer." Her pointed tail waved with greedy delight. "Hey! The proper course of action would be to bring it back to a temple!" Cordes went after her, pushing Gerrit aside.

Remembrance and Cordes are here to be the beta couple and provide background color. Their development was based on a few factors: A) a D&D party should have ~4 people with different abilities (fighter, sorcerer, cleric, rogue), B) a priest and a devil is never not a fun/ny dynamic, C) I'm not into F snz but I feel bad that most of my OCs are not women, and D) given that Gerrit is a "default" archetype, there needed to be differing characters to contrast his personality with (or he would seem to have none). Also I like dirty jokes, so Remembrance can be my humorous id for this purpose lol The half-elf grumbled but wasn't surprised. "At least TRY not to touch anything cursed," he called. He'd been the one to organize this little band, but although he was the one who reported to their patron, he had precious little influence over what they did. They were happy to point to him when some upstart had a problem with the party, though. Ingrates. He turned to the last member of the group. "What about you, Llewellyn? I thought I saw some books on the far table." "Lead the way," replied the sorcerer, and his usually mellifluous voice sounded strained. Purple shadowed the hollows under his faintly luminous silver eyes, and he had his nose tucked into his handkerchief again. Gerrit hadn't spent much time around full elves, but he'd always believed they couldn't get sick, at least not like a human or dwarf. Llewellyn had been dragging since Saints' Day, though, and seemed to have come down with a flu. His skin, where visible under his fitted robes, was wan.

Fuck up that slender, haughty elf man is an endlessly running subroutine in my head. "Sure," said Gerrit, and he stepped into the room, holding the door out so that Llewellyn could join him. "You, uh, you don't look like you're feeling any better." "Oh," said the sorcerer, "I'm not. I ran out of tonics." He entered the vault and walked over to one of the tables, investigating a strangely shaped glass bowl. "But as we were already down here, I'm not sure what you want me to say. There's no inn at which I might rest my weary bones." "Cordes could make you an herbal remedy," Gerrit grumped. He went over to the chest he'd seen earlier and smashed the lock off with the pommel of his dagger. He didn't need any fancy lockpicking tools like Remembrance's. And hitting something felt good when his companions were all intent to be annoying, acerbic, or both. "I suppose," Llewellyn replied, sounding uncertain as his voice wavered. Gerrit tried to ignore the way his ears heated at that. That was the tone that overtook the elf when he was preparing to sneeze. It wasn't any of Gerrit's concern. His occasional roll in the hay (literal and figurative) with Llewellyn did not make it easier or more appropriate to acknowledge his odd attractions, especially since they were currently ransacking a dungeon with a priest and a psychopath. He focused his attention on searching the chest, and he was rewarded with a heavy coin purse, a stack of calfskin-bound journals, and a ruby the size of a robin's egg. He whistled.

Gerrit and Llewellyn are the dynamic opposite of Eliseo and Padgett. Gerrit is the less-privileged, more personable, "low class" character and Llewellyn is the high-born, fussier, sarcastic noble; however, in this story Gerrit is the voyeur character with the fetish and the POV window while Llewellyn is tortured for everyone's amusement. Narratively it's more fun and easier for me to describe the non-fetish-having character because I also like the power of the narrator to be that voyeuristic eye. Llewellyn gasped. "Hah- hahttsch-ow!"

I made myself laugh while writing this hahah "'Ow'?" Cordes appeared from behind a bookshelf, one arm wrapped tightly around a thick rug, the other reaching for his pack of salves. "What is it? Cut? Burn?" When Gerrit looked, their sorcerer was rubbing his nose with his left hand. "Bruise," Llewellyn said. He lifted his right hand, in which he held a blue crystal orb that was knotted inside a thin lattice of gold chain. "I got my hand caught." He'd apparently run the thing into his nose when trying to cover his sneeze. Llewellyn's thin face was already dusted pink from the embarrassment. Gerrit couldn't help but laugh. "Very graceful," he chuckled. "I will thank you for keeping it to yourself," Llewellyn replied, and that was elvish dialect for "fuck you." Gerrit laughed again.

Embarrassment is a huge part of my enjoyment of this kink because of the ensuing power dynamics. The victim is thrown into disequilibrium by something (snz) that is inherently seen as socially inappropriate, disgusting, or at least uncomfortable. Almost always their reaction is outsized to what it would probably be outside of a fet context (most people can sneeze in public without feeling shame - which is the typical mode, lol. It's a normal bodily function). However, then the other character, motivated by their BF's anxiety and potential humiliation is prompted to caretake and comfort them, "approve" of the "shameful" act, and deepen the intimacy of the couple. They can also enjoy the embarrassment and the act voyeuristically while feeling their own discomfort about watching, then deal with either having to divulge the kink or be found out by their partner later (because consent is the sexiest thing, really). But I love my characters and I'm not into hardcore stuff so much, so there are almost never any consequences of the "humiliation" - the characters do not get caught out, they do not get shamed by society, they do not actually lose face or have to explain their sexual preferences to anyone who should not know them.

Now you know way too much about my psychology but also the basic formula for any kink story I have written or will write in my entire life. Yay! Cordes had leaned over to see the orb better in the firelight. He was the only one among them whose vision was hindered by the dim light. "What kind of artifact is this?" he asked. "It doesn't resemble anything I've studied."

Lol humans don't have darkvision. "I'm not sure." Llewellyn held it up to the torch. The orb lit up like a lamp, but otherwise nothing happened. "Whatever this chain is, though, it's very prone to tangling." He tried to shake it off his wrist and failed. This was a task for both hands, and he set to freeing himself. And kept trying. And trying. Gerrit frowned. "What are you doing? Cordes, would you get that off of him?" "Sure." The priest reached out to help, but Llewellyn suddenly backed away out of reach. "Uh... I'm not trying to steal it, elf." "Oh, I would let you take it," Llewellyn said, scowling. "But I have a feeling we would be in for some trouble if you touch it now." He held up both hands. His palms were wrapped around the crystal and bound with the ball in that thin gold chain. "I am... I'm stuck."

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"STUCK," hooted Remembrance again. She was crouched at the entrance to the dungeon - a root-cellar-like set of doors they'd found in a small bandit settlement - and hauling out a heavy pack stuffed with loot. In the daylight, she looked menacing and out of place, her horns, dusky maroon skin tone, and black eyes setting her apart from this land's primarily human residents. "And you even said not to touch any curses!"

Jump cuts are funny! I love this kind of thing, honestly. It's some of my favorite humor - that and dramatic irony, which is also often depicted in visual media with a funny jump cut. "I recall you said so as well," said Cordes, who looked exactly like a run-of-the-mill human resident except for the star-like scar on his left temple. He reached down and grabbed Gerrit's hand, steadying the half-elf as he climbed out of the hole. Llewellyn was hanging uncomfortably on Gerrit's back, arms looped around the other man's neck. They'd tried to find a more dignified way to get him out of the dungeon, but he couldn't manage the ladder well enough without the use of his hands. "The artifact didn't react to my detection spell," sniffed Llewellyn disdainfully, and Gerrit was quick to set him down before that sniffing could become another sneeze. He didn't want to blush in front of the others.

Blushing is very appealing to me, so everyone blushes all of the time. "There must be someone in Veigh who can help you," Gerrit said. "We'll just swing by on our way to the capitol." The city was three days out of their way, but they couldn't have Llewellyn stuck this way for the two week trip back to their patron. With his hands bound, he couldn't cast any spells that required him to gesture, and that was almost all of them. He'd effectively rendered himself completely useless in combat. Veigh had a chapter of the Mages Guild in residence, though, and if no one there could help, they might at least be able to send Llewellyn on ahead via a transportation spell.

Let's go on a short tangent about names. Usually I name my characters using Babynames.com or similar sites and I pick based on the look, sound, and meaning of the names. For this little group, things were slightly more haphazard. Llewellyn is a Welsh name meaning "leader." I just happen to like this name already, but it also has a visual beauty and difficulty to pronounce on sight that lent it well to an elf character without me having to look up specifically elven names. When I make elf characters in D&D, I tend to give them a nickname or alias that is easy to remember and pronounce so that the name isn't a hindrance while playing the game.

Gerrit's name was picked based on sound. It is similar to the Welsh name Gareth ("spear ruler"), which is on purpose, but it was altered to make it a bit more fantastical/removed. It's appropriate for a fighter in meaning but also suits his more familiar/pedestrian half-elven experience vs. that of a noble elf.

Cordes was given a short name because he is a no-nonsense human, but I chose it to resemble that of conquistador Hernan Cortes because of the "holy invasion" and "treasure hunter" associations. Remembrance is named using the PHB's suggestion that tieflings often pick "ideal" names for themselves, and she has a complicated past (like most tieflings). "I will hope there is." Llewellyn looked pale and worn, though his fine features still exuded the otherworldly beauty of the high elves. His hair was a silky black, although mostly covered by his hood, and the contrast made his silver eyes look even more curious. He fumbled for a minute at his waist before scowling heavily. "I can't get into any of my bags, of course..." "What do you need?" asked Gerrit. Remembrance had started off through the trees, humming, her bulging pack swaying with her sinuous movements. Gerrit really didn't want to let her get too far ahead, not least because she was scary good at concealing herself in the foliage and might slip the party completely. However, Cordes was with her, and Llewellyn couldn't exactly fend for himself right now. "My handkerchief..." The elf's voice had gone wavery again, and Gerrit watched as his nostrils flared. Fuck.

Oho! Here is the plot and the kink conceit. Gerrit hurriedly patted his pockets until he produced his own handkerchief, or what he bothered with when necessary. It was a large square of flannel, rough around the edges. It wasn't embroidered or monogrammed like Llewellyn's, but he figured by now the flannel was a hell of a lot cleaner, and it was soft for an irritated nose. "Here, take mine."

Characters' belongings are also a good way to contrast their situations and personalities. I don't consider handkerchiefs particularly vital to my enjoyment of this kink, but they are a useful visual and I like to describe things. Small details like this are how you can worldbuild without having to do too much extra research. Llewellyn held out his hands plus the orb for it, breath hitching, but no matter how Gerrit tried to drape the cloth, it kept slipping off of the artifact. He supposed he could try to tie it around the-

This is just so funny to me XD Llewellyn made a desperate sound and tipped his head back, exposing the long line of his throat. His breath was coming in soft pants now. And he was raising the orb reflexively. Gerrit couldn't let him whack himself in the face again, so he did the only other thing he could think of. With one hand he reached out and took Llewellyn by the shoulder. With the other, he lifted the handkerchief and pressed it over the elf's nose. His fingers settled firmly on either side of Llewellyn's nostrils, and none too soon. After another half-hitch, Llewellyn ducked forward again with a quiet but insistent sneeze. "Happtsch!

One of the most pleasing sneeze sounds, tbh. Gerrit was sure he was beet red. “Bless you,” he mumbled. Through the cloth, Llewelyn’s nose felt hot, and any gentle pressure resulted in a bit of a squish. “Let me just…” "Whh- wait-" Llewellyn leaned into the handkerchief. "I'm nh- I'm not done hhH-" His eyes slipped shut and he gasped again. Gerrit swallowed and tried to ignore the tenting of his breeches. "R-roger that." He could feel Llewellyn's nostrils twitching against his fingers. "Hh...Haah- Hapttschuh! Snrk... Aptschiu!" His body rocked, and he took a half-step forward. Gerrit could hear the thick sound of congestion in the elf's nose as he tried to stave off another sneeze.

The desperation, talking through the sneezing, and congestion are all vital parts of this scenario. Unavoidable embarrassment + disgust factor + need for caretaking/mitigation. "Blow your nose," he said. "It will help." Llewellyn hesitated, but in the end, he had to comply. There was nowhere for the mucus to go except out. He started to blow with a gurgle.

I used to be really against mess, but the taboo/disgust part of the brain turns off psychologically a LOT during arousal and now I really do not find snz interesting without it. Snz without mess isn't embarrassing enough or visually exciting. Gerrit moved the hand from his shoulder to start rubbing Llewellyn's back. The handkerchief and his fingers were rapidly growing damp, but he really didn't mind. "There you go." He held the handkerchief to Llewellyn's nose until the elf moved back on his own. His nose was red and tender looking, and his cheeks were flushed rosy. He didn't seem to want to meet Gerrit's eyes. Gerrit didn't mention it. He didn't really want to look at Llewellyn either right now. It had been a while since the elf had looked so very fuckable.

Potentially due to my propensity to write fanfic about established ships, all of my OCs apparently have a history or mutual attraction out of the gate. On one hand, it's difficult just mechanically to write a scenario about a romantic or sexual encounter without there being chemistry and an excuse for them to already want to rub bits (obviously), especially in short stories, but I also cannot stand the thin veneer of situational causality that underlies porn (to borrow from Cards Against Humanity). If I can't care about my characters' lives outside of the one random fetish scenario, I can't care enough to write about them at all. He put the handkerchief in an easily-accessible outside pocket of his vest. "Ready to go?" Llewellyn coughed lightly. "Yes." "Excellent." Gerrit gestured for Llewellyn to precede him, and the two of them headed out through the trees, following the sounds of Cordes negotiating the underbrush and swearing about it. --- Travel proved easy enough once they made it to the road. They were fortunate not to meet anyone else along the way. The party could handle a group of bandits without their sorcerer, but they had their treasure to worry about, and Remembrance always drew stares, and sometimes aggression, even from normal travelers. Gerrit thought her skills more than made up for the extra negative attention they drew. And anyway, Remembrance was crazy but she wasn't evil. She did better out on the road than in town, but that was probably true of all of them. Llewellyn kept up with her pace, but it was clearly a struggle. He was usually fairly quiet, but he didn't speak at all as they walked, focusing on breathing and not devolving into coughing or more sneezing. There were a few times when Gerrit hastily reached into his pocket, at the ready, but Llewellyn fought back the itch with admirable determination. He kept his nose from running by sniffling heavily, which sounded somewhere between awful and revolting. Cordes commented on it multiple times with disgust, but nothing could be done. Llewellyn held his tongue, and Gerrit was reluctant in this case to offer the handkerchief without being asked.

Cordes is here providing the societal reaction and voice of reason lol, but there still aren't any consequences or shaming from them. I just imagine how fricking uncomfortable it would be if people acknowledged this porn scenario happening in-world and so that is never part of the story development. They found a place to camp about half an hour outside the small village of Tewks. Remembrance cleared out some brush to make a flat area for the bedrolls and then promptly decided she'd rather sleep in a tree with everything she owned. She found a good, solid oak a few yards from the camp and ensconced herself in the crux of its branches. She had a good view of the road in either direction and volunteered to take the second watch in the middle of the night, which was her favorite time. Gerrit agreed to take the first watch as Cordes started to set up his tent. The priest refused to sleep on the ground and always took an extra fifteen minutes to erect a curious one-person canvas canopy. It wasn't even large enough to sit up inside, but whatever. The priest never asked anyone else to haul it along, so Gerrit wouldn't complain.

Remembrance and Cordes are thus handwaved away from the sexual center of the plot and they will neither see nor hear anything they aren't invited to. These arrangements left him and Llewellyn alone together on one side of the fire, and he supposed that was preferable during the orb situation anyway. Llewellyn couldn't handle his own bedroll, help with the fire, or unpack any of their supplies. Gerrit realized he would probably have to help the elf eat, too. And... Well, when he noticed Llewellyn fidgeting uncomfortably, Gerrit took him out into a thicker copse to see to his other needs. They didn't talk about it... Llewellyn could hardly undo his own buttons, though, and it wasn't the first time Gerrit had taken over.

I am very into watersports, so it creeps in, although I don't think there's a friendly community out there for that like there is for snz, so I haven't developed any kind of presence for it. It appeals to me for pretty much all of the same reasons as described above. Maybe someday I will start writing those kinds of stories on this account as well, but I don't know if they would find an audience, so maybe not. By the time the fire was hot enough to cook over, Llewellyn had tucked himself up to sit on a tree stump, exuding an aura of furious self-reproach. Cordes took some jerky into his tiny tent with him - for some reason. Gerrit made up two bowls of pottage and sat himself on the ground at the roots of the stump. He put one bowl on the ground for himself and then held up the other. "Hungry?" "Not particularly," Llewellyn replied, voice blunted with congestion. He coughed. "But you're going to make me eat something, aren't you." "I'd prefer you do it willingly." Gerrit tapped the spoon on the side of the bowl. "Come on. It's hot. You'll feel better." Llewellyn growled in a manner more suited to orcs than elves. "I feel like an invalid." Gerrit sighed. "Well, if it makes you feel better, we can pretend you lost your arms in an owlbear attack very tragically." He could feel Llewellyn's fiery glare on him and smiled a little. "Look, we've all done stupid things while adventuring. I'm sure you remember when I tripped and knocked myself out on that knight's shield during the tournament." "I remember," replied the elf, begrudgingly. "Besides, you're sick on top of the whole orb thing. Maybe your detection spell wasn't sensitive enough. Maybe the thing's not even cursed! Maybe it's supposed to do this, and we just don't know why." "I have a hard time believing that. What possible purpose could this serve?"

Porn! Gerrit shrugged. "Don't ask me. Dad says my mother was a druid, but I haven't got a magical bone in my body." He tilted his head. "We could always try smashing it?" Llewellyn's rejection was forceful. "Do you want to explode?!" Gerrit chuckled. "Not really." Llewellyn sighed. Gerrit held out a spoonful of pottage. Feeding both Llewellyn and himself was a bit difficult, but Gerrit did well enough when he could alternate. It would be better if he could use both hands equally like Cordes, but he couldn't, and so he didn't. He just thought about it wistfully as he worked. Llewellyn ended up eating most of his bowl, then went back to sitting quietly and sniffling. Gerrit finished the rest and put the utensils aside to deal with later. And... Even though Llewellyn hadn't asked, he drew out his handkerchief again.

More caretaking, more intimacy. Gerrit is a kind and loving person even though he's a fighter by trade. "Hey," he began, trying not to sound awkward. "You wanna blow your nose?" No one else was paying attention and Llewellyn didn't need to inhale any more of that crap. The elf gave him a shitty side-eye. "Come on," said Gerrit. "Don't be like this." He patted the ground in front of him encouragingly as if Llewellyn was a recalcitrant cat. "I'm fine," said Llewellyn, and then betrayed himself with a quick breath. "Hah--" "Come on," Gerrit repeated, "before you make a mess."

He is also pretty comfortable talking about a lot of things that people with the fetish have generally admitted difficulty acknowledging. This is because even though he's the one with the fetish in this, he is also the "Padgett" character and practical and not caught up in the anxiety prison. Llewellyn came down off the stump to sit in front of him, legs tucked underneath, and rested the orb on Gerrit's thigh to balance himself. His eyes were pinched with reluctance, but Gerrit could see that the elf's nostrils were already damp. "Hah- hh- hurry," Llewellyn gasped.

People should sit in each other's laps. It's good. Again, Gerrit reached out with the handkerchief, enfolding his companion's nose. He could feel Llewellyn's breath fluttering against his hand through the fabric and hear quite clearly how it kept catching on congestion. "Hah-hngk- Hahgkttscht!" Llewellyn ducked forward with the force of it and Gerrit steadied him with a hand on his hip. "Ngkttsch! Hnggktxch!!"

The sneezes now involve nasal consonants because of congestion. Sometimes people tend to have a certain way their sneezes always sound, and I try to maintain that, but these details are important to show a change in the severity of the cold (and evidence of sniffling for hours). Gerrit bit his lip sharply to keep from saying anything, but his body was singing with arousal. Llewellyn hiccupped a short gasp and Gerrit pulled the handkerchief away to present a clean corner. The current spot had become soaked and silvery. "Bless," he managed after a moment, and he carefully readjusted the cloth. "Are you going to sneeze again?"

Hiccupping is also sexy and cute. Also I spelled that wrong in the original, gdi... Llewellyn nodded, eyes teary with the effort of the first bunch. Gerrit wasn't surprised; the elf had been holding back since they left the dungeon. He couldn't imagine it had been comfortable, but Llewellyn had his pride. He never would let Gerrit give him love bites either. Annnd Gerrit was going to have to stop thinking about that. "Haptsch!" Easier said than done. Really. But Llewellyn's comfort came first.

Voyeur with a heart of gold. "Hahkptsch!" The sorcerer groaned softly. "Hah- hh- Hgnaptscxhx!" Gerrit did his best to assist Llewellyn through the fit. He kept the handkerchief secure, moving it when necessary to keep it dry enough. He steadied the elf when the sneezes bent his body or when he felt faint from lack of breath. He even massaged Llewellyn's nose for him when he was trying to blow it and the congestion was stubbornly refusing to move. By the time he felt finished enough to lean back, Llewellyn was flushed and light-headed, swaying where he sat. Gerrit was sweating and needed a towel. "........Thanks," murmured Llewellyn, eventually.

Sometimes kink authors tend to just write out like twenty sneezes in a row and I hate that, honestly. (No shade - I don't even have an example in mind because I don't read a lot of stories anymore and everyone has their preferences.) I just think that the kink should support the storyline and not the other way around. The story should be enjoyable and sexy but have a narrative structure and coherent rising and falling action. Even if a fit is a sexy scenario (it is), trying to make your eyeballs power through a repetitive series of nonsense syllables is counterproductive and takes the reader out of the story and into the realm of annoyance, which disrupts arousal as well. "Yeah," said Gerrit. "Sure." He swallowed. "Let's wash up." He helped Llewellyn to his feet and they went a little way to a creek (generously; it was little more than a ditch through the woods). Gerrit gently washed Llewellyn's face, careful of his tender eyes and nose, and sent him back to camp to lay down for the night. He lingered at the water's edge to wash the handkerchief and, well, to take other matters in hand.

If ya know what I mean. Llewellyn was completely out when he returned, and Gerrit was grateful. He smoothed the elf's bangs back and then settled beside the fire to take watch. The woods in the dark were full of the sounds of insects and small animals moving in the undergrowth. And Llewellyn snoring and sniffling in his sleep. Safe sounds. Gerrit rested his chin on his hand and looked toward the road. Damn orb. It was going to be a long way to Veigh.

And this was getting long, so this is where I cut it to make part 2, which I will also commentate in a bit (hopefully after a nap =___=). Thanks!

#lyk writes #snz #llewellyn mistwalker #gerrit truestride #gerwellyn #director's cut commentary exercise

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