#prompt: alt. sickness

[lazarusphenomenon]

Jason grinned and waved at the trio. He found himself waving back instinctively, returning Jason’s smile with one of his own, not quite as wide or as charming; but just as sincere. If he were to squint hard enough he could make out the way Jason’s eyes crinkled at the corners with the force of his grin. He was too far away presently, but Nico’s familiar enough with all the details of his best friend’s face. In his mind’s eye he could clearly envision the disappearing act the scar above Jason’s upper lip had perfected.  The principal, Dr. Brunner, rolled up the mic, poking at it to test it like only a freak would. Nico grimaced at the sound. He prattled on and on about something that Nico immediately tuned out. It was infinitely more interesting to watch Lavinia sprint back and forth between the marching band and Drew.

entry for jasico week 2024 day 7. (alt prompt) sickness | rated e

first two chapters posted today. heed the tags and chapter warnings <3

[whumpypepsigal]

@whumpgifathon | Day 29 (alt. prompt): “Bedside Vigil”

Fox Mulder in The X Files 2x25

[jasmines-library]

Motion sickness

WHUMPTOBER DAY 3: prompt: ALT ‘motion sickness’

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Summary: on they way to a hunt you get travel sick and your brothers take care of you.

Warnings: nausea, mentions of vomit, pills

Word count: 700

MASTERLIST ⋅⛤ WHUMPTOBER 24

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Dean sped down the country roads a little faster that he probably should have. While Baby was in good condition, she was still a rather old car. And a luxurious one at that. She was built for roads, not winding country lanes where the car is fenced in my hedges. As Dean turned another corner, your head swam. You had been feeling ill for the last 20 minutes or so. Your head had begun to ache and you could feel yourself beginning to grow nauseous. You had tried rolling down the window hoping that the fresh air would help a little. It did not. And every twist and turn just served to make you feel sicker and sicker. You had even tried closing your eyes and resting your head against the cool glass of the window, but that didn’t help either.

While Sam and Dean talked, you were quiet in the back of the car. Any movement made your head spin and you were too focused on trying not to spill your guts to join in on the conversation. The worst part was you had at least two or three hours of the journey left. Lucky you.

Noticing your unusual silence, Sam poked his head around from the passenger seat. His forehead creased when he noticed that you were looking a little pale and a look of discomfort on your face.

“You alright kiddo?” He asked. At this Dean glanced up into the rear view mirror to look at you.

“You’re quiet.” Dean added.

“Headache.” You just answered rather bluntly. In truth it was more than that. But you didn’t want to go into specifics.

“Feeling car sick again?” Sam asked you.

You hummed in response. You had gotten car sick ever since you were little. Sam rummaged around in the glove box and pulled out a bottle of water, passing it to you. You unscrewed the cap and tooo a sip, savouring the feeling of it. “Thank you.”

“You good?”

“Yeah.”

“You need us to pull over?”

“No.”

Pulling over would just add to the time and the headache and nausea would just come back after you set off again anyway.

“You sure.”

“Yes.”

Dean made a noise as if he disapproved. But he carried on driving. He hated the fact that you were feeling ill and ignoring it. “We’ll stop at the next gas station and get you something for it, alright sweetheart?”

You nodded, regretting it immediately. “Thank you”

It felt like forever had passed before you saw the gas station. Lucky the roads his since smoothed out by then, but your head was still pounding and every movement increased the risk of you throwing up. You were so relieved when you stepped out of the car, stretching out the ache in your bones. The three of you stepped into the gas station, welcoming the cool air of the air con before grabbing some snacks.

Dean haphazardly chucked a packet of beef jerky on the counter along with some chips and a couple of bottles of water. He had also filled the car up with gas. He then picked up a packet of painkilllers and paid for the load, taking the bag before all of you bundled back into the car. Taking a sip of the fresh water, you knocked back a couple of pills, hoping that that would help a little. After a quick snack break and arguing over the music Dean pressed his foot down on the gas an sped off down the road again.

It took a little while but eventually your nausea did calm down. The pills and the water worked wonders on your head and the smoother roads with far less potholes that made your head rattle around helped to ease your stomach. Now you just had to sit through another few hours of Dean’s singing. You weren’t sure what was worse.

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[blackrosesandwhump]

Febuwhump Day 9: Human Weapon

Based on this writing challenge.

CW: sick whumpee, fever, forced transformation

Ren felt weak.

He stood swaying a little in front of the bathroom mirror. His reflection stared back, disheveled, flushed, eyes dark-circled and exhausted. His last fight had been two weeks ago. So why did he feel like crap now? Even the scar on his cheek hurt. Everything hurt. Everything felt like—

“Ren? We’re waiting for you. Need to debrief on the next job…” The voice—Cassidy’s voice—trailed off and morphed into concern. “Are you okay?”

No, no, I’m not. But Ren’s voice wouldn’t work, and he grunted a vague reply instead. I think I—I think I have a fever.

The world tilted, and the floor tiles rushed up to meet him, cool against his hot forehead. Something inside him was yelling, screaming at him to listen, to get the damn words out of his mouth and tell someone, anyone, what was happening to him.

It was just the like the man had predicted: his body was rebelling, because it was—

Because it was turning into a weapon.

[theoneeyedgoldenwolf]

Sick days

Whumptober 2024, alt prompt: Shivering

Summary: Time has fallen sick and Twilight doesn’t have any other choice than to look after him. Not the easiest task for a youngster whom doesn’t trust easily. The situation’s even harder when the older male doesn’t want to stay in the bed while being bit delirious.

CW: Sickness (coughing, shivering, nausea, throwing up, fever, feeling weak, being delirious)

Notion: - Part of my Ranch Family AU, the modern Linked Universe stories. - Time has lost his right eye and has the scar over it but he does NOT have the markings. Won’t have for several years to come, in fact. - This happens between Twilight’s first and second nightmare.

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Time woke up harshly as he began to cough cruelly. He was shivering violently even though he knew the room wasn’t cold even one bit. He shook his head to try and force the nausea and coughing out of him but that only worsened his situation. He whined while resisting the urge of laying back down. “Don’t have the rights…” He reminded himself quietly before shakily standing up.

The one eyed male knew he was sick but it never had stopped the orphanage from putting him and the others to do the chores and whatnot. Wars had tried his best to look after him but he hadn’t been able to allow the older boy to get hurt because of him. Later on Malon had been much more forceful with keeping him to the bed. Yet, neither was there and he had the whole ranch to look after. Not to mention about the boy he had only about a month ago adopted.

Time took few deep breaths to try and stay calm. After that he started to stagger out of the room. He fought to keep the sickness down but he knew it would crash in every now and then. He just had to keep it bearable.

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Twilight woke up with a start when he heard the coughing. He moved quietly and bit uncertainly to the door before unlocking it and peeking out. He was quite shocked to see Time leaning heavily against the wall, coughing cruelly and moving almost swayingly towards the bathroom. He hesitated for a moment longer before going after the one eyed male. He flinched as he heard the older male throwing up. Yet, he soon frowned as he heard Time talk.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid! You don’t have rights to be sick!” Time growled while trying to ease out his nausea. He tried to stand back up only to gasp and crash back down. “Fuck… Wars and Malon would tell me to stay in the bed but neither is here. They never will be.” He half whispered before shaking his head. “Just force it down.” He nearly snarled and staggered back to his feet. “That’s what you were taught back then. If you’re sick, it’s your own fault and it doesn’t give you rights for day off.”

Twilight inwardly growled while wondering once again what Time had gone through in his past. It clearly wasn’t anything of good if he was taught something like this. He took once a deep breath and knocked on the door. “Time?” He called bit worriedly after having heard the startled gasp. “You okay?” He queried even though he knew that was the most idiotic question ever.

Time took a deep breath while leaning almost all of his weight on the sink. “Yeah… I’m okay!” He replied while inwardly cursing his hoarse and bit weak voice. “Just use the bathroom at downstairs. I’ll be down in a moment and we can start the day’s work. It’s bit earlier than normally but that’s fine.” He told before partly gasping and crashing to his knees as he began to cough again.

Twilight growled inwardly and shook his head. He knocked on the door again to catch Time’s notion. “Can I come in?” He inquired even though he was certain of the answer already.

“R-rather not. I don’t want you to catch whatever this is.” Time replied between the coughing. He was fighting to hold back the nausea but he was soon by the toilet again and throwing up.

“You’re sick.” Twilight called firmly from the other side of the door. “And when you’re sick, you should stay at the bed.” He half commanded.

Time gave a humorless chuckle and shook his head. “The ranch doesn’t look after itself.” He reminded while concentrating into his breathing to stay calm enough. “Just go and start the day already. I’ll follow in a moment. This is a fleeting thing, I’m sure.”

“Yeah, no.” Twilight stated out and just entered the room. “You’re going back to bed and you’ll stay there.” He quite well commanded while trying not to flinch at how weak Time was looking at the moment. “Come on.” The youngster coaxed gently and helped Time up while supporting him fully. “I’ll come back after few hours and do some soup for you to eat a bit.” He half offered while leading the way back to Time’s room.

Time wanted to argue back but he wasn’t having the strength for it. He just nodded and allowed the youngster to aid him down to the bed. “Just… Fetch me if you need my help in anything. Okay?” He requested and Twilight nodded.

“Of course. That is, if you keep staying in the bed and getting rest.” He countered and Time simply nodded. “Good. I’ll come to check on you after couple of hours or so.” Twilight stated out before leaving the room. He wasn’t too happy of leaving Time alone but he knew the rest was best cure at the moment. He had looked after enough of kids at the orphanage to know.

When Twilight came back to check on Time and woke him up enough to get something eaten, Time actually apologized for leaving the youngster to handle the ranch alone. Twilight kept on trying to convince that it was fine and he knew what he was doing. Yet, the Cuccos would be a problem. “Just… Hum this song and they’ll follow you. Malon calls it as Cucco March.” Time half whispered before humming the song but ending up coughing once finished. He cursed quietly before bit curling up on the bed. “Wars always said I got the sicknesses on hard way…” He mumbled before drifting off to sleep.

Twilight felt tad uncertain of the situation but he left Time to rest. Surprisingly that song worked even though the Cuccos still didn’t approve of him. Yet, he kept going to check on Time every now and then to make sure he was as all right as could be.

The boy Time had adopted felt bit grateful once he had the work around the ranch handled. He checked on the one eyed male before going to the downstairs to wash up. He didn’t want to bother his caretaker’s sleep by using the second floor’s bathroom.

Once ready, Twilight made another check on Time just to make sure he still was resting peacefully. He really hoped the sickness would pass and things could get back to normal by tomorrow. Yet, just to make sure the ranch’s owner would actually heal, he worked with simple soup for them both to eat before going to wake him up for the late meal. He stayed at Time’s room for both company and to make sure the other one actually got the plate empty without trouble. After that he took both of the empty plates, glasses and spoons back to kitchen. He cleaned them away before doing a drink of hot water with lemon and honey in hopes of it aiding Time’s sore throat and that he could rest through the night well enough.

The youngster wasn’t too happy of his own choice when he finally went to bed but he kept both Time’s door as well as his own door bit open. He just felt like wanting to hear how his caretaker was doing in case he needed help. He wasn’t really willing to let the older male into the stairs for as simple thing as needing a glass of water. Yet, he really hoped the one eyed male would be in much better condition by the morning with all the rest and food he had gained. Still, he couldn’t help but worry. Time’s own words of him getting the sickness in hard way made him bit fear that the next day would be even worse than what today had been. Part of him worried if he actually should’ve taken him to the hospital already but so far it had been just bit rougher case of cold and nothing worse.

At the next morning Twilight woke up into Time coughing cruelly before already crashing to the floor at the hallway. The youngster was up and out of the bed on that instant. “Time?” He called worriedly as he approached the older male.

The ranch’s keeper was shivering while keeping his eye tightly closed and one hand at his mouth. He was leaning against the wall as he tried to will the nausea down. The call of his name went right past his understanding. Yet, he soon doubled over as he began to cough again.

“Hey! Easy!” Twilight half shouted as he dashed that short distance and crouched down next to his caretaker. He tried his best to help the older male to calm down and get to breathe normally again.

“W-Wars…?” Time called weakly while raising his gaze up. Yet, before his adopted son could answer, he already shook his head. “No… He’s… No…. I’m not…” He mumbled before shaking his head again. “W-where…?” He growled and forced himself back to his feet while leaning against the wall. “No rights… The keepers of the place…” He shook his head again before whining and clamping his hand over his mouth.

“Time?” Twilight called again while carefully moving in front of the one eyed male. “Time, can you hear me?” He queried with rising worry.

“Who…?” The ranch’s owner half asked while frowning and not fully recognizing the youngster before him. “W-where… This isn’t…” He shook his head again before forcefully pushing himself off of the wall. “S-sorry… C-can’t… No rights…” He mumbled while going around the boy he had adopted.

Twilight was beyond worried as he turned around to keep eye on his caretaker. It was clear the older male’s mind was trapped somewhere between reality and past. He didn’t know what the one eyed male’s older brother had called him but he really doubted he would’ve had the rights to use such nickname no matter what the situation was. All he could do was to try his best to get Time back to bed and keep him there.

“Time.” The youngster called again and quickly moved in front of the ranch’s owner. “You need to go back to bed.” He stated out as firmly as he dared. “Wars’ order.” He tried while praying he wasn’t crossing an unseen line there.

“W-what…?” Time queried while frowning in confusion at the boy before him. Yet, he soon shook his head. “N-no… C-can’t…. They’ll hurt him…” He argued back sorrowfully before shaking his head again and frowning. He could feel there being something off in the situation but he couldn’t fully understand it.

Twilight gritted his teeth while praying he wasn’t going to ruin something by playing along with the situation. “Wars can look after himself. He asked me to make sure you’ll stay at the bed. Please? For him.”

The one eyed male hesitated for a moment before sighing heavily and bit slumping until nodding. Twilight sighed in relief and bit relaxed before he started to guide his caretaker back to bed. He felt his heart hurt as he watched the older male curl up and shiver beneath the blanket. Yet, there wasn’t much he could do at the moment so he went to get ready to start the day. It was early but he hoped it meant he could keep better check on his sick caretaker.

Twilight did his best to make sure Time had all he needed close by and that he was resting peacefully before he left the house. Luckily the weather was nice even though cold. He didn’t yet let any of the animals out as he began to work on the empty closures first. There was lot to do but he chose to work only on the most crucial ones so he could keep going to check on Time often enough.

Sadly, when he came back to the house, the ranch’s owner was at the bathroom changing clothes. Yet, the one eyed male was just staring into the sink while frowning. “Late… No… I… Where….? I gotta…” He mumbled while shaking his head now and then but not really grasping the situation other than him being sick.

“Time?” Twilight called in worry and felt slight relief when the older male’s ear twitched a bit to show he had heard him. “What are you doing? You should be at bed.” He told firmly while carefully approaching his caretaker.

“Yeah, I…. N-no… I should…” Time mumbled while frowning and shaking his head. The youngster he had brought to the ranch gently took hold of his arm and began to lead him out of the bathroom and back to the bedroom. “W-what… W-what’s going on…?”

“You’re sick. You need to rest. It’ll help.” Twilight whispered gently while having never dealt with something like this. He recalled his own fake memories and sightings from his past but it was different. Those had been caused by drugs. This was sickness. And he wasn’t certain if it was normal or not.

The youngster stayed until he was certain that Time had fallen asleep. Only after that he returned to work around the ranch. Next few checks were easy as the one eyed male was still sleeping. He once woke the ranch’s owner up for bit of food and drink. It was bit frightening to have his caretaker fight back against the situation but when he told it was Wars’ request, the older male gave in and accepted the food.

Yet, during one of the checks, Twilight found Time from the stairs. He was coughing and gripping the railing very tightly while having either crashed or sat down to the step. “W-where…? T-this isn’t…”  He mumbled while noticing the differences and yet not fully understanding.

“Not at the orphanage. You’re safe.” Twilight whispered while aiding his caretaker back to his feet. “Come on, you need to get back to bed. You’re sick. Getting some rest will help you to heal.” He coaxed gently and Time just numbly nodded while following the younger male back to the bedroom.

The youngster really hated the situation. His caretaker was clearly delirious and in need of being looked after. And yet, the ranch needed someone to work and make sure things were all right around there too. He wondered a bit if he should just get the older male into hospital but considering the ranch’s owner’s past, he was quite certain it wasn’t worth the trip. He just needed to keep better eye on the guy and come to check on him more frequently. Sure, that would slow down his work around the ranch but he was certain it would be worth it.

The animals, especially Epona, understood Twilight’s worry easily and did their best to aid him as well as they could. It mainly was by not being on his way and allowing him to do what was needed. Yet, they also made sure he went back to the main house to check on the ranch’s keeper as often as possible. With their aid, he adopted boy of Time’s was capable of keeping him to the bed and get something eaten while reassuring him over and over again that everything was just fine and he was safe and sound.

On that night Twilight actually slept on the floor of Time’s room. He was far from certain of his choice but he felt too worried for the one eyed male’s sake. Things just had felt like they were going for worse and he needed to be closer in case the next day was even more wrong. For once the luck was bit on the youngster’s side as he didn’t end up into any kind of nightmares while sleeping this close to the older male.

The next morning’s wakeup call came in the form of Time’s rough coughing. Twilight jolted awake and sat up straight before already snapping his startled gaze into the one eyed male.”S-sorry, Cub… D-didn’t mean to wake you up…” The ranch’s owner quite well fought the words out between the coughs.

Twilight sighed in relief and got up from the floor. “It’s fine.” He replied with a slight smile while coming to sit on the bed. Even though Time was quite well shivering, the youngster still carefully placed his hand over the older male’s forehead to check for fever. He gave a slight grin at the one eyed male’s scowl. “You’re sick.” He just stated out with a shrug. “It happens.”

Time sighed heavily after having gotten through the coughing fit. “I’ll manage. Don’t worry ‘bout me.” He told as firmly as he could while carefully sitting up.

“NO.” Twilight commanded and, as carefully as he could, he forced his caretaker back down. “Rest. Stay in the bed. I can handle things.”

The ranch’s keeper tried to fight back but he only ended up coughing. Twilight grimaced while feeling sorry for the older male. “I… It’s not right. You working alone. I should… I should do my part too.” He argued back while feeling hellish of leaving the youngster to care for the ranch on his own.

“Hate to say this, Time, but you’d only be on the way.” Twilight told sorrowfully but he felt like he needed to tell the truth out. “Honestly, Time, just get some rest and heal. That’s all I ask. Please?” He nearly requested with slight hopefulness in his voice. Time grimaced while trying to get his mind to work and find the right words. “It’s not your fault you’re sick. It just happens. And when you’re sick, you’re supposed to look after yourself first. You can’t care for this place or me if you’re not in the best condition.”

The one eyed male jerked a bit in start and he snapped his startled gaze into the youngster. The boy he had adopted just smiled reassuringly while wishing he’d accept the given words. “Wars and Malon kept saying the same thing…” He finally whispered while turning his gaze off.

“They were right.” Twilight confirmed calmly before getting up. “Just stay in the bed and recover. I’ll come to check on you once in a while.” He hesitated for a second before leaning down and kissing Time’s forehead. It took his caretaker off guard and he frowned in both surprise and slight worry before bit smiling and accepting it. “Just sleep. You’re safe.” The youngster promised gently while noticing the older male drifting off back to dreamland.

As Twilight left the room as quietly as he could to go change clothes and start the day’s works, his mind returned into the interview he had found from the Internet. Through that talk of questions and explanations, he was aware of his caretaker’s scars and the torture he had endured in the orphanage. Yet, there hadn’t been a word of the mental hell he had gone through. It was so very clear that the keepers of the orphanage had done far more than just physically hurt the kids.

The youngster kept coming to check on the older male as often as he could while looking after him by simple foods and drinks to aid his recovery. Still, most of the time as he came to check on him was used to reassure the one eyed male that everything was under control and that he should just stay in the bed to heal. Yet, what actually hurt him was the fact that Time kept apologizing for having fallen sick like it would’ve been his own fault. No to mention the time he needed to keep on telling that the ranch’s owner had all the rights to stay in the bed and rest so he could heal from the sickness.

Twilight wanted to ask and get answers but he didn’t dare. Time hadn’t forced or put him into situation where he needed to face his past. He wanted to give the older male the same courtesy to decide when and how he wanted to reveal the secrets and hurts of his childhood. And yet, he couldn’t help but wonder what really had been going on in that orphanage to leave the one eyed male like this.

Luckily Time stayed at the bed and made his boy’s working that one bit better by not needing to worry over him so much. Yet, he still bit feared to find the older male out of the bed and trying to get some chores done. It was quite a relief each time when he found his caretaker from the bed. Usually he was dozing off but few times he was wide awake and clearly thinking about something. He didn’t ask and the one eyed male didn’t tell a thing. Part of him wondered if he was doing the right thing but he kept reminding himself that he was only doing what the ranch’s keeper gave him: The rights to choose the right time and right situation to open up.

At the next day Time was in much better condition. He was still feeling bit weak after having had one really rough day in there. Yet, he refused to stay in the bed as he wasn’t feeling nauseous, wasn’t coughing nor was he shivering. Things seemed to be well enough. Still, Twilight refused to let him do any actual hard work but he allowed him to supervise on things and aid on smaller parts.

They were working at the stables when the one eyed male made his choice. He took once a deep breath to stay calm while leaning against the digging fork. “At the orphanage they said it was our own fault if we got sick and hence it didn’t give us the rights to take the day off to recover.” He told as calmly as he could while keeping his gaze off of his boy.

Twilight was startled of the given words. He straightened up and turned his gaze into the older male. “Time, you do realize—“ He started but his caretaker cut him short.

“I know but I feel like I owe it to you.” The ranch’s owner told swiftly. “I know you’re not comfortable with me and you ended up into a situation where you had to look after me. It’s not right. I’m sorry about that. I really am. But, for what it’s worth…” Time smiled a bit and looked fondly at the youngster. “Thank you.”

Twilight was fully taken off guard and he felt bit uncertain of the situation. He wanted to argue back but with those two last words, he blinked in slight start before slightly smiling. “You’re welcome.” He replied before deciding to go further with the actual topic. “I hope you do realize that it’s not your fault if you get sick. It just happens. The people at the orphanage were wrong and cruel.”

Time smiled slightly while turning his gaze away. “I know…” He whispered bit sorrowfully before shrugging and returning to look at the younger male. “It’s just that… Well….” He shrugged again with a sorrowful smile. “Old habits die hard and all that.”

The youngster sighed a bit and nodded. “I know.” He half whispered before returning to his work. He wasn’t certain of how to feel about the situation. Yet, he bit reluctantly admitted that Time wasn’t much of different from him. What they both had gone through was different but the end result was similar. They both had things to deal with that would haunt them for a long while. And still, he now had Time like Time had had his wife and her family. Even with this realization, the trust was still something he couldn’t establish just like that. Not after what he had gone through in his own past.

Nonetheless, as Twilight glanced at the older male, he couldn’t deny the fact that he already trusted the guy a bit. Not much but it was a start. And it was something he could work with little by little.

In fact, what was more shocking to the youngster than anything else, was the very fact that he was feeling much safer than for years. It was a feeling he had though he wouldn’t have ever again but here, at the Lon-Lon Ranch, he actually dared to entertain the idea of having a place where his past couldn’t get to him. Or, well, at least not physically as he was certain he’d be dealing with nightmares and whatnot for quite a while to come. Still, he felt like he was ready for them even if they’d take him off guard.

When Time checked on the boy he had adopted, he ended up frowning a bit. He could notice that something had changed even though he wasn’t certain of what. Yet, as he took in the difference compared to how things had been before he had fallen sick, he couldn’t deny the fact of liking the new demeanor of the youngster. The change of the situation was very slight but he had gotten quite sharp eyes back in the orphanage so realizing this kind of things wasn’t hard for him. It quite well just happened unconsciously.

Nonetheless, the slight freedom and bit more relaxed posture of Twilight’s was something the ranch’s keeper accepted willingly. He didn’t want to count on his own work as the boy had only been there for about a month. It was short time but clearly the change of place and different rules were what had been very much needed. And he would keep on doing whatever it took to aid the kid to heal.

[ilovewillem]

Whumptober day 3 Alt prompt- Motion Sickness

“Come on, ‘Kaashi,” Bokuto tugged Akaashi’s arm, unaware of his own strength even after living with it for so long.

“Which one?” Akaashi was having trouble standing straight, but his boyfriend didn’t seem to notice. The dark-haired man couldn’t speak up, too distracted by the smile on Bokuto’s face. After a lifetime of Bokuto’s whines and begs, Akaashi still couldn’t resist.

“It goes upside down, man, how do they even build that?” Bokuto looked up at the rollercoaster in shock; mouth hung wide open.

“The line isn’t that long,” Akaashi noted. He was sure that he could stand a little longer to take one more.

Bokuto’s big hand enveloped his slightly smaller ones as they got to their places in line. The sun burned Akaashi’s scalp, absorbing into his dark hair and staying there. He mentally cursed himself for not wearing a hat before sighing and taking Bokuto’s. The other didn’t seem to mind, his only response being smiling brightly down at him and rubbing his palm in a circle on his back. Akaashi leaned against Bokuto, hoping his boyfriend would remain blind to his peril.

Akaashi had felt worse than he did at that moment. He wasn’t upset or in any amount of excruciating pain, all he had to deal with was an intense discomfort focused in his stomach and on his head. His legs were weak under him, but still strong enough to hold him up. He rested his head on Bokuto’s shoulder and closed his eyes, reveling in the small shadow protecting his eyes.

“Are you feeling okay, babe?” Bokuto asked once they were in the next group to get on the ride.

“I’m fine,” Akaashi pressed his hand against his love’s chest, feeling a steady heartbeat under strong muscles.

“Are you sure? Do you need water or something like that?” As soon as Bokuto realized something was wrong, he wasn’t going to let go. Fully latched onto his boyfriend’s state, he held his hand and took a good look at his face.

“I’m fine, ‘Kou,” Akaashi reached up and pulled Bokuto down, kissing him right next to his mouth.

“I’ll get you a drink after this.” Bokuto was marginally anxious, but getting out of line so close to the end would be too much of a chore.

“Thank you,” Akaashi watched the riders sway in the loops and turns of the rollercoaster, feeling his stomach start to regret what he was about to do.

“We don’t have to go on if you don’t want to.” The ride had ended, with the passengers being escorted out and the new batch being brought in. Akaashi wasn’t in the mood to assure Bokuto that he was ‘just fine’ so he grabbed the other’s hand and let him to their seat.

Bokuto had a habit of gripping Akaashi’s hand just a little too tightly before the rides took off. It usually wouldn’t cause too much pain, but Akaashi’s less-than-stellar state made him much more sensitive to the older boys attempts to comfort him.

“Are you buckled in?” Akaashi checked right after the instructor tugged on the belts.

“Yup!” Bokuto swung his feet excitedly, having momentarily forgotten his worry for his lover.

The ride couldn’t be more than 2 minutes long, but Akaashi wasn’t faring well. His eyes were closed tightly the entire time, his fingers wrapped around each other as his body rocked back and forth.

“‘Kaashi?” Bokuto spoke a little too loudly. “‘Kaashi!”

“I’m fine, ‘Kou,” Akaashi didn’t open his eyes, leaning fully against the seat of the ride.

“Are you sick? Are you gonna be sick?” Bokuto lifted Akaashi out of the seat, much to the chagrin of the employees.

“I’m not going to throw up,” Akaashi whispered.

“What’s wrong?” Bokuto carried Akaashi over to a bench and sat him down, kneeling in front.

“I’m dizzy,” Akaashi covered his mouth with his hand, hoping that his stomach would be able to contain itself.

“Are you okay?” Bokuto whimpered.

“Shh,” Akaashi finally opened his eyes, pressing a figure against Bokuto’s lips.

“What do you need?” Bokuto kept his voice as steady as he could.

“Take me to the car?” Akaashi mumbled.

“Yeah,” Bokuto nodded, “Yeah.” He hefted Akaashi onto his back and walked as carefully as he could.

Bokuto laid Akaashi out on the backseat as soon as they got to the car. He turned the air conditioning on as high as it could go and grabbed a water bottle. He poured some of it on a towel and laid it across Akaashi’s forehead.

“Thank you, Kou,” Akaashi smiled softly. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Bokuto giggled softly.

The car ride home was long but soft. The usual talkative Bokuto was toned down to a more caring, careful version.

He took the long way home to avoid the bumper parts of the road, knowing that he would do whatever it took to ensure Akaashi’s comfort.

[vamptastic]

any time i find myself watching a lot of video essays i get absolutely bombarded with prageru ads and recommendations for self proclaimed skeptic alt-right assholes. Really cool

[gemharvest]

(id in alt - do not repost)

Ekubo Week: Day 1 (Friendship) @dimpleweek

[sicktember]

How do the alt prompts work?

Generally speaking, the Alternate (Alt) Prompts are there to help individuals who wish to use thirty prompts but find something on the main list triggering or simply uninteresting. This allows them to drop the prompt they don't enjoy and replace it with one that's more their speed.

So let's say emeto isn't your jam. You could drop Prompt 13, Anxious Stomach, and swap it out with Alt. 3, Pounding Headache.

However, you don't have to be swapping anything out to use them. If one of the Alt Prompts calls to you and you want to use it, go for it!

[faofinn]

DAY 14: caged (alt 2)

@febuwhump

Neither Fred nor Sheila had been coping since Finn’s accident. The bags under their eyes grew daily, the lack of sleep hanging heavy over them. It only drove a wedge further between them, though neither would admit it. Long nights were spent by Finn’s bedside, and when Fao went back to uni, they'd sit in awkward silence for hours. 

At least when they tried to wake Finn up it was something to focus on, something to pretend for, and the same when Fao returned. Of course, he brought more trauma and stress, each conversation between the adults growing more and more tense. They rarely spent time in the same room, Fred heading back to work to gain some distance.  

He'd started smoking again too, much to Sheila’s disdain, and many late night arguments. Of course, he wasn’t the only one revisiting bad habits, Sheila finding herself at the bottom of a bottle of wine several nights a week. It helped dull the pain, for a little while.

It was Sheila who broke first, though, snapping at fao while Finn was in surgery. She just couldn't do it any more, couldn't even try to pretend to put on a front. She was sick of it all, and even more sick of Fao trying to help and making things better for them. They'd long since passed frustrated, and no matter how much she tried to tell him that nothing was changing, he just kept pushing and pushing and pushing. 

Fao knew there was tension between his parents. He would’ve had to have been an idiot not to see it. He hated it, though, hated feeling like he was caught in the middle of something. When Sheila finally lost it, snapping at him and then just giving up, he felt like everything was falling apart. Finn unwell, his parents at each other's throats. He felt as though he had to be everything for everyone. He had to be essentially a third parent for Finn, prep for placement, support for his mum, the family medical liaison, a go between for Fred and Sheila. It hadn’t been long ago that Fred had dragged him out of his flat in Edinburgh, drunk and depressed and on the edge of giving up completely. The cuts on his body were still healing, and now it was like it had never happened at all. That he was just expected to be fine whilst everything collapsed around him. 

Fred couldn't take it either. He’d wanted to just sit by Finn and relax after work, but instead he was having to babysit his wife. Finn’s accident had been horrific, and it was a miracle that he was even still alive, let alone talking and awake. He had the world at his feet again, they all did, and yet they'd never felt more caged.

Every time they walked into the hospital, Fred could feel the depression settling in, taunted by the same four walls, the same routine, the same everything. He wasn’t surprised when Sheila broke, far from it, but he hated how much he felt burdened by her. 

Fao refused to be in the same room as her, and Fred was sick of her complaints about it. It had been her fault, she'd said what she had, and there was no taking it back. The hotel room, the once-safe space from the hospital, was now just as bad. He felt stuck, dragged down by the entire situation. Their marriage was on the rocks, neither kid would speak to her, Fao becoming the middle man for everything. Fred really didn't know how much more their relationships could take, how much more he could take.

[rosalinarin]

Whumptober 2024

day 13! this one isn’t my fav but i also wasn’t really feelin the prompt. hopefully tmrw is better ^^

[fletcherwilbury]

@whumpuary Day 29: Alt Prompt 1: Stabbed

Warning for Physical violence, physical abuse, verbal abuse, physical attack, weapons, blood, spitting

[viva-la-whump]

Febuwhump Day 20

@febuwhump

Another Alt Prompt!

LAST MAN STANDING

They hadn’t known the town they stopped at was in the middle of an outbreak of influenza. But by the time they found out, it was too late. First Wrecker had fallen ill, then Omega; one by one until Hunter was the last man standing. The town’s doctor was busy with the rest of the sick in town and hadn’t had time to help the newcomers. But they’d been put up in a stable near the edge of town, the six of them staying in one stall. At least it made Hunter’s job easier.

Each day he took a bucket and filled it with water from the rain barrel outside the stable, dampening cloths and putting them on each of his cousins’ brows to try and keep their fevers down. A nearby inn provided him with some broth he was able to feed them and luckily they’d all been able to keep it down. 

Night had fallen, and Hunter stood at the door of the stall, watching contentedly as his five charges slept as peacefully as they could. It had been three days since the first of them had gotten sick. Wrecker and Omega were on the mend, while Tech was doing slightly better, and Echo and Crosshair were still reeling with the worst of it. 

Hunter tried his best to ignore the way his nose had started running and the slight pain he felt when he swallowed. He couldn’t let himself fall sick, not when his family still needed him to take care of them. But he took a cloth, dipped it in the bucket of cold water, and placed it on the back of his neck. It would be stupid not to try and stay cool when he was feeling so warm. And, he thought, sitting down just inside the door, head tipping back against the wall, there was no sense standing all night when he could keep watch over them all in a more comfortable position. And if his eyes closed, then he supposed that was alright. He’d be right here if they needed him…

[fandom-happy]

Sicktember 2023 - Day 30: Alt prompt 3 - Pounding headache

Summary: Malcolm has the worst headache, lucky he has some of the best people around to help him.

[xetlynn]

alt au claggor x reader childhood friends to lovers maybe mylo convinces claggor to confess maybe spicy??? thank you ❤️❤️

>:3 made this feeling sick as heck but so proud of it🙏

Arcane Imagines- Claggor

Confessions Lead To…

⚠️WARNING🔞: SMUT [arcane] [main page] prompt: in which Mylo actually has good advice for Claggor, leading him to a wonderful night. (I made it modern college au, just little mentions of modern day things) containing: fem!receiving oral, missionary, riding, anvil position, unprotected sex, creampie, slight cockwarming.

“Just do it, she obviously has a thing for you too!” Mylo tells his brother, hanging from the top of his loft bed. Claggor was pacing back and forth. “I can’t! I don’t want to ruin our friendship. What if I make it weird?” He esperates, rubbing his hands through his hair dramatically. 

“Dude, would [Name] do that? Honestly, answer me that.” The shorter one of the two asks with an annoyed expression laid on his face. “I mean, no but it could feel awkward between us and then I’ll look stupid.” Claggor frowns deeply. 

He’s had a crush on you for months now, it’s only getting substantial. “Claggor, I can’t tell you what to do. But I am telling you if you don’t do it you’ll be a pussy.” Mylo points a finger down at the larger man who gives him a deadpanned look. “You were the same if not worse when it came to Gert!” 

“Hey, at least I’m with her now. I shot my shot.” He defends himself, crossing his arms and looking up at the ceiling. Claggor sighs, knowing that his annoying brother is actually right. 

“Ugh, I swear if I’m doing the wrong thing no one will see me for a while.” His shoulders drop in defeat, leaving his brother’s room to get ready to confess his long-time feelings. Mylo wasn’t paying attention, raising a brow when he noticed that Claggor left… ten minutes later. 

•••

You hummed in your kitchen, finishing up some chores you wrote down to do for the day. You had the house to yourself since your roommate decided to go on a trip with her girlfriend. 

You get a ring from your phone in your back pocket, wiping your sweat and you pull it out. Answering it without checking and putting it up to your ear. “Hello?” “Oh, hey [Name]! That was a quick answer.” Claggor chuckled on the other line. A smile erupts on your face. 

“Hii, Claggs.” You threw your rag on the counter, leaning next to it. “Can I come over? For a little bit. If not, I understand.” He seemed extremely timid which caused you to tense up. “Um, of course! I’m just doing those chores I told you about but I could use a little break.” You happily say despite the horrible gut feeling you got. 

“Awesome, see you in 5.” He hangs up the phone before you even get the chance to respond. You stare at the phone for a few moments, placing it beside the rag. You go to the bathroom to clean up a little bit, interrupted by the sound of your doorbell. 

Claggor’s apartment was two floors down from yours so you’re not surprised he got here as quickly as he did. You go to the door, swinging it open. You move out of the way allowing him to enter. “Something wrong?” You scrunch your nose. “No, not at all. Why?” He asks with sweat forming on his forehead. “You seem a little off is all.” You shrug your shoulders. He heads to your bedroom, you behind him. 

“What’s going on? You’re worrying me a little bit.” You mustered a meekly smile. “I’m sorry.” He sighs, drooping down on your bed. He comes over often so this is normal for the both of you. He was too embarrassed of Mylo so he deemed your place to be better to hang out if you guys weren’t going out. 

“Is there something I should be worried about?” You hold yourself now. “I don’t know. I’m just going to come out and say it so prepare yourself I guess?” He avoids eye contact, his eyes wandering everywhere except at you. “I think I like you. Well I know I do. A lot. I have for a few months now. I didn’t know how to stop them and when I tried it made it worse.” He explains leaving you in shock, this being the last thing you were expecting from Claggor. 

“I feel like a child, giddy whenever the smallest thing happens between us. It’s truly pathetic.” He laughs at himself, your lips twitching upwards. “It’s not pathetic.” You tell him. 

“I’m the same way when I like someone.” You sit next to him on the bed, grabbing his hand. “When I like you I should say.” You watch his face blush a bright pink. “You feel the same?”

“Yeah, I have for a little bit now.” You nod your head, keeping his hand folded with your own. “That’s crazy to me. How could someone like you give me such the honor of liking me.” He whispers it was mainly to himself but you heard. You rolled your eyes playfully, grabbing his face with your other hand. “You’re so dumb. You’re perfect for me.” You coo, slowly leaning forward. His eyes widen but he follows your lead. 

Your lips locking, the warm, soft feeling on one another. You deepen it by getting on your knees and unlocking only a few times to go back for more. 

Swapping saliva as your tongues tease each other. His hands travel to your waist, pulling you onto his lap. Your plush thighs on either side, straddling him. “Hmph.” He breathes roughly after you nibble at his bottom lip. You go to apologize but he does it back. Making it fair. 

You grin into the make-out, grabbing onto him as you attempt to pull him even closer to your body. 

Your hips subconsciously roll back and forth across his crotch. His lap tenses at the motion but he doesn’t stop you. His arm is latched around your waist as the other is keeping himself along with you propped up. 

The further into the make out the more blood progresses to his boner. It’s now prominent enough for you to feel against your area. 

Arousing you both to a degree you’ve never felt before. The wetness of your juices soaking through your clothes. He swore he could feel your cunt spasm on him. He loved it. 

He wanted to feel more. With the arm that was around your waist he pushed you down gently enough you couldn’t even tell what he was doing. You moaned in his mouth at the pressure. 

Your head was beginning to feel dizzy at the lack of oxygen you were taking in from being too excited to breathe. You had to pull away from him to catch your breath. His chuckles at the sight of your flushed out face, lips plumped out even more, your hair slightly a mess. You were beautiful. 

“I need more.” You huffed out, lifting your hips up only to plop back down upon him. He gasps from the movement. “Yeah?” He asks with hooded eyelids, giving your body a once over as he leans back. “Mhm.” You nod your head and then all of a sudden your back was against the bed as Claggor was in between your legs. You squealed out, laughing. 

“I don’t have condoms on me.” He suddenly remembers, he goes to get up but you grab the hem of his shirt to stop him. “I’m on birth control.” You say, legs wrapping around his thighs since his waist wasn’t close to you anymore. He smiles eagerly, passionately kissing you. 

“Such a pretty girl.” He mutters in your mouth, pulling back. He takes his shirt off and you admire his body as he does so. He had muscle that showed but also such a soft adorned tone. You were obsessed. 

And if you weren’t wet before, you definitely were now. You followed suit though, throwing your shirt and bra over your head, throwing it to the ground. 

His eyes glued to your chest, a little too long in your opinion as you grew self-conscious. Covering yourself without realizing it. He takes your wrists, pulling them to your sides. “You’re too beautiful to be doing that.” He shakes his head. His hand touches your face, digits trailing down from your jaw to your neck… Lower now as he dances around your nipples before lightly pinching them. You whimper at the feeling causing him to smirk. “They’re sensitive?” He tilts his head and you quietly nod your head. 

He chuckles, now doing the same with the other one just to hear the little noises that exit your mouth. 

He innately rubs his crotch against yours, pushing up against you. You rut your hips up to meet him, wanting more. 

“Please, I want to feel you.” Your hands go to his shoulders, lightly prodding him away. “Alright, I guess I had my fun.” He sighs jokingly, he moves back a bit, repositioning lower on the bed. Once he gets comfortable laying on his stomach, face to face with your clothed pussy his fingers find the top of your shorts. He toys with you, heavily breathing at your core. You wanted to squish your legs together so he’d stop but you resisted. Finally after what felt like minutes to you he tugs your shorts and panties off of you. 

“I made you this drenched?” He satirizes, you frown, looking away from him. He snickers at your shy response. His pointer and middle finger pull your lips apart to get an even better view. It caught you off guard from the sudden coldness at your pussy. You gulped down your own saliva that built in your mouth. 

Claggor glances up at you as his own mouth watered. Impatient to taste you. His best friend that he had just confessed to. His best friend that likes him in return. He was so worried that you wouldn’t like him and now here you are letting him eat you out.

His tongue lays down flat in between your nub and entrance. His top lip above your clit. You felt his teeth rub against you and you wince in pleasure. And as his muzzle moves, so do you. You felt your body squirm as his movements were intense but so so so satisfactory. 

He somehow was paying attention to your clit and your achy hole at the same time. And to be honest he didn’t have a technique he just wanted to taste all your juices. 

His tongue slid into your hole for its last time before attaching your nub once again, this time it was for longer. His tongue swiped left and right to up and down. Writing his name at one point and then yours. He felt your thighs closing against his head and your body tensing up.

 “H-hah- holy shit, Clag… I’m gonna-” You breathed rapidly, grabbing hold of his short hair and practically yanking at it. He groans in slight pain but keeps his focus on you, only going faster. Your torso trembling upwards. “I’m- I’m cumminngh-guhhh!” You wail, accidentally pushing your hand down on his head, keeping him in place against your pussy. 

He doesn’t mind, he feels you twitch on his mouth. All your delicious sap flowing onto his tongue. Your hips rolling throughout your high. 

And as it was over all you could do was lay there, letting him go. It was one of your most intense orgasms you’ve had in a while. “Thank you.” He whispers as he gets up to kiss you. “I should be thanking you.” You pant out, his small hands wandering around his torso. 

“Mm agree to disagree.” He shrugs, pecking you once more. As his torso goes up your hands slide down back to the bed. He plays with his belt buckle, undoing it. Claggor gets off the bed, letting his pants fall. You eye his boxers that clung to his skin. The noticeable bulge that stuck out. You were ready yet again. 

Your own fingers go to your clit, it was now delicate to the touch but you still rubbed it slowly. When he sees you touching yourself he feels his cock jump in its barriers. “Restless so soon?” He beams. 

“I need you inside me.” You mewl, spreading your legs even further than before. And just at your movements his boxers were being kicked off his feet. You giggle as he climbs back on the bed. Your eyes stuck on his large member though. 

You figured he would be blessed but… blessed was definitely an understatement. You now worried if it would even fit inside you.

“Gosh, you’re too gorgeous for your own good.” He clamps his hand on your jaw, squishing your cheeks making your lips puckered out before he kisses you. As he leaned over his dick laid on your tummy. 

“You ready for me?” He quizzes your jaw still captured in his hold. “Yesh, scared ‘s too big thoughh.” You muttered through your squeezed cheeks. He snorts, not expecting that answer. “I promise it will fit. I’ll go slow.” He kisses you again before letting you go. 

Your eyes observe as he pumps his dick with his hand with his own spit. His mushroom tip slipping through your folds, hitting your clit a few times. “Are you sure you want this?” He looks you in your eyes. You smile at his question for consent, double checking even though you’ve already came once and pleaded for his cock. “I want this more than anything.” Your hand wraps around his wrist, helping him proceed into you. 

He hisses at the feeling of your gummy walls just being around his tip that leaked precum. Your chest heaved up and down with anticipation. “Keep going.” You encouraged with a nod of your head. He listens to your words, inching more and more inside. 

As he bottomed out you clamped around him, flinching at the string that you felt at first. Your face contorting slightly. “Are you okay?” His hand caresses your cheek. “Yes, one second though.” You stuck your pointer finger up, you swore you felt every crevice of his cock. He was huge. 

“Okay, okay…” You shiver out. “Start moving.” 

His hips move away before clicking right back. Your mouth opens at the feeling. Now keeping a steady pace. He grips at your waist, hearing your moans make him want to cum at the spot. Only being in your pussy for two minutes. 

“H-harder.” You claw him, trying to keep him as close as possible. Seeing this along with hearing your words his hands lift up your thighs around his shoulders and he presses down closer to you. Now in an anvil position. “Ohmygod!” You shriek, feeling him deeper than he was before. He fucks into you at a harder, faster pace. 

Your mouth letting babbles come out, words mashed together and not making any sort of sense. Claggor grunts in your ear each time his skin slaps against yours. Your toes curling above his head. 

“Fu-uck meee~” You cry, throwing your head back against the bed. The exhilaration, the adrenaline, the sex of it all filling Claggor’s mind to keep going. Hear your voice lighting a fire in his brain. No other thoughts. 

“Gonna cum soon, princess.” His thrusts grow sloppier. “Wa-wait! St… stop!” You cry out, his pelvis immediately hitting a halt against you at your singular word. “What? What happened? You okay? Did I hurt you?” He asks, forgetting what he had just said. 

You pause for a moment, taking a quick breather. “I um…” You puff, “want to ride you.” You tell him, propping yourself up on your elbows. He lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding at your words. “Oh okay.” He grasps at his heart, calming down. “What?” You furrow your brows confused. 

“I mean, I’d love for you too but you scared me.” He slowly slides out of you, your pussy now clenching around nothing. 

“The way you said stop… I don’t know. I blanked.” He rubs the back of his sweaty neck. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I couldn’t exactly get my words out.” You nervously laughed, reminding him of what he was just doing to you. His cheeks blush brighter, not because of embarrassment but because it made him a little proud of himself for pleasuring you so well. That’s all that mattered to him. 

You got up to your knees and you led him to sit down by the headboard. His back against the thousands of pillows you have on your bed. “Comfy?” You ask him with a closed eyed smile. He snickers, tugging at your waist to pull you closer to himself. “C’mere.” Was all he said.

You climb back onto his lap. His torso was leaned back so you had a good advantage when riding him. Your feet planted on either side of his hips. Your hands held onto his shoulders as you now stood over his dick. Your lick your lips, practically drooling at the sight. “Help me?” You glance up through your lashes. He smiles, using his left hand to keep his member up for you. 

You lower yourself down on him, excited to be filled back up. As your ass fully goes against his thighs you go back up then right back down all in slow movements. He watches as your pussy sucks him in each time again and again. 

Then you get bored of yourself, going faster, bouncing on him. Your tits are right in his vision. His hand grabs at both of them as his other is laid on his own stomach, keeping it to himself. 

“Too good, ‘s good.” You moan out, gripping his shoulders with each bounce. 

The stinging in your thighs were slightly bothering you but you had to keep going. One of your hands that held his shoulders went down to your clit. You rubbed it intensely. “Fuck!” You whisper out, he can tell you’re getting tired fast. He holds onto your hips, helping you go up and down. 

Still admiring the way you focus on getting to your release. And all he wants to do is help you get there. “Get on your knees.” He taps against your hips with his pointer finger. “Hu-huh?” You look at him confused. “Just do it.”

You let your feet slide backwards so you were now back on your knees. “There you go, more comfortable?” He asks sincerely. You only nod your head, not rolling your hips on him. He lifts his hips up and slides his body down so it would be more comfortable for him. 

You fuck yourself on him. “Ooh, I’m close.” Your voice rings out, Claggor hums in response, feeling his own orgasm coming. “Me too, where do you want me?” He asks, just so he knows before he cums. “Inside, don’t worry.” You pant.

“A-ah, cumming!’ Your nails accidentally dig into his biceps as you feel your release. The pain only brings him over the edge, his jaw slacking as his seed spurts inside you. 

You feel the warmness spread within you. Feeling his cock soften inside. You kiss at his chest before laying down on him. Keeping him in place with his dick still stuck within those fluttered walls. 

“Fucking hell, Claggor.” You spit out, his arms wrap around you. “You were amazing.” He mumbles. “No, you were.” You lift your head up at him. “That was insane!” You exclaim, accidentally jolting your hips causing him to hiss at the sensitive feeling. “Sorry.” You chuckle. 

“It’s okay.” He waves it off. He goes to help you get up but you stop him. “I want to stay like this for a little bit.” You tell him with a heated face. He raises a brow. 

“I was hoping for round 2… But I want to feel you grow inside me.” You quietly admit to him. Now it was his turn for his face to heat up.

Flushing as he now replays everything the two of you just did. And you get exactly what you wanted. 

[whumpcember]

Welcome to the 3rd annual Whumpcember!

Once again, it is just me running the event, so please be aware of any human error. I am grateful for all the participation with choosing the blog theme as well as picking this year's prompts! I hope everyone has a good Whumpcember, and now, here are the rules:

Prompts should be answered with whump as the main focus

Fanfic! Gif! Text post! Fanart! Fan video! Any piece of media that you can possibly make that has whump counts!

You can use the prompts any time! Don't feel the need to rush

Though, prompts answered during December will most likely be reblogged

Post anywhere! AO3, Wattapad, Tumblr, or even Fanfic.Net! So as long as you make a Tumblr post with a link to the answered prompt it may be reblogged.

When posting onto Tumblr you can either @ the blog or tag with #whumpcember24 and the day's tag, such as #whumpcember24 day1

Don't forget to add any warnings necessary, such as NSFW or sexual content

An AO3 Collection will go out on December 1 and close January 1, it's not mandatory, but if you want your works saved in a collection, make sure you get it in on time!

At the end of the month a masterpost will go out to all participants and a badge you can save stating that you are either a participant or completionist. In order to be on the masterpost though, you will have to fill out a google form at the end of month; don't worry it'll take two minutes!

If you have any more questions, send me an ask, but please read the FAQ first!

Written Prompt list below:

Day 1: Broken Bones

Day 2: "This Is Your Fault"

Day 3: Begging

Day 4: "This Isn't My Blood"

Day 5: Concussion

Day 6: "Please Stop"

Day 7: Kidnapped

Day 8: "No. Not Like This"

Day 9: Shaking

Day 10: "Let Me Help You"

Day 11: Manipulation

Day 12: "I Have Nowhere Else To Go"

Day 13: Trauma

Day 14: "I Never Wanted This"

Day 15: Broken Glass

Day 16: Amnesia

Day 17: Greatest Fear

Day 18: Poisoned

Day 19: Panic Attack

Day 20: "Please Leave"

Day 21: Bruises

Day 22: Hallucinations

Day 23: Overwhelmed

Day 24: Walking On Injuries

Day 25: Healed Wrong

Day 26: Falling

Day 27: Hypothermia

Day 28: Whipped

Day 29: Choked

Day 30: Saying Goodbye

Day 31: Hearing Voices

Alt. 1: Sore Throat

Alt. 2: Memory

Alt. 3: Fire

Alt. 4: Lies

Alt. 5: "You're Allowed To Fall Apart"

Alt. 6: "Could You Stay A Little Longer?"

Alt. 7: Motion Sickness

Alt. 8: Running Away

Alt. 9: Alternative Bandages

Alt. 10: "Tell Me I'm Wrong"