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fever progression
Dean, who’s annoyed that he’s stuck with a sickly Sam while their dad’s off hunting without him. Dean, who takes it out on his baby brother, fucking him hard while Sam is achy and feverish and shaky and begging him to stop.
John leaves for a hunt without Dean while Sam’s sick and leaves him with strict orders to watch after his little brother, despite Dean’s protests about it being stupid that he has to play babysitter. Dean’s not at all happy about it, glowering and kicking at the wall with the toe of his hunting boot.
Sam shifts on the squeaky motel bed, scrunching up his face and frowning, squinting at Dean. His whole body aches, and he’s uncomfortably hot and cold at all once. Not to mention, his throat hurts like a bitch, and that incessant kicking Dean is doing is only making the throbbing of his head so much worse. So he’s not proud of it, but he snaps at Dean, something mumbled about shutting it and letting him sleep, the words nearly incomprehensible and garbled with exhaustion.
Sammy knows he must be out of it because Dean seems to only take a second to be standing by his bed, now glowering down at him. He’s rough as he rolls Sam onto his side, making space to join him on the mattress, and in his daze, all Sammy can think about is how Dean’s cool hands feel so good against his flushed skin.
He barely comprehends Dean pulling his boxers down, it’s all he’s wearing anyways, but he does snap to when Dean starts to push into him, his spit-slick cock splitting Sam open. His head falls slack against the pillow, his whole body loosening, pliant to his big brother.
Dean swears before he grabs Sam’s hips harder, mumbling “jesus Sammy, you’re burning up, feels so fucking good” as he buries his head in Sam’s hair, and Sam’s legs fall open a little wider. He tries to say something to Dean but his throat is all raw and achy, so instead it just comes out as a ragged moan, the sound tearing its way out painfully.
Then Dean starts fucking him, long, deep strokes that would be hard enough to shove Sam forward if Dean’s strong hands weren’t splayed over his skin, keeping him close. Dean pulls Sam against him, the cool of his skin against the hot flush of Sam’s back, and Sam’s eyes roll back in an exhausted, groggy, feverish haze.
Dean’s fingers indent his skin, and his thrusts get faster, enough that Sam chokes and tries to wriggle away from the painful rawness, even as the feeling makes his own cock harden more, swollen and leaking against his stomach. Dean fucks into him rougher, and Sammy squirms and whines, but his limbs feel like lead and his head is pounding, hammering against his skull, so all he can manage is to choke out, “De please, please, it hurts”
It’s not long before he’s fully begging Dean, tears forming hot in his eyes and spilling over his fever-flushed cheeks. His legs are shaking, maybe from exhaustion, maybe the merciless way Dean’s fucking into him, or maybe from both. And his voice is weak and almost gone, scratchy and painful enough that it leaves him choking out Dean’s name inbetween thrusts. He begs him to stop until it feels like his throat is bleeding, telling him it hurts, and it’s too rough and, “please plea-e-se De… just wanna sleep, De… De, hurts so bad please no—”.
Dean just shushes him and lays a cool palm on Sam’s cheek, tilting his head back and cooing at him “shhh babyboy it’s okay, I gotcha”
Niche Kink Prompts #3: Fever Whump. He miiight have an infection. But don't worry, Rosie will make sure he's taken care of.
Is there such thing as a fever kink??? Something about having a fever just hits different for me, I guess.
Yeah! There's pretty much a kink for anything, though I'm not sure if that one has a name beyond "fever kink".
I've definitely talked to people who also have that kink, if that's what you're wondering. Especially people who are into things like colds, sneezes, coughing, etc.
I'm thinking about fevers! Please share with me anything you like about fevers! Tropes, stories, things you like about them? I don't care I just need the content!!
(Actually I'd just be interested in whatever you guys got to say about sickfic in general lol. What's got you guys thinking things today?)
Sure, we love a character who rejects care and pushes their partner’s hand away when they try to feel their forehead.
But what about a slightly whiny character who craves care and actually asks their partner: “Do you think I have a fever?”, kind of offering their face to them so they can check. 🥺
fever sex. burning up and sweating and panting and mind all fuzzy from the heat. chest heaving as you cling to your partner, searching desperately for relief. begging for them to take care of you since you don’t have the energy to finish yourself. hoping it’ll take your mind off of your aching body.
I don't know what's going on with my hormones or whatever, but I'm absolutely feral for this image in my head of a shivery, heavily cold-ladened man in a wool sweater sitting in front of a fireplace with congestion so deep you can hear it in every one of his breaths, and nothing is scratching the itch.
Help.