#fever dream
https://archiveofourown.org/works/34584919
Fic Summary: Giorno encounters a familiar Stand-wielding white rabbit after being sent home from school. Things are bad enough as it is, but tripping balls with a fever results in some very messed-up fever dreams…and it is unknown if he will survive long enough to get out.
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Fever Dream by Lydia Guadagnoli
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“Awhile ago I had the flu along with a high fever. I managed to drift off to sleep and found myself in a chaotic dream where I was staring down into a pond with koi fish swimming in it. After some time I began to notice the patterns on the koi fish were beginning to depict familiar silhouettes such as flowers and animals. But the one that stuck out to me the most was a very graphic skull. I was so startled that I woke up and couldn’t fall back asleep for the rest of the night.”
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Fever Dream
(This may not have happened. But it’s definitely possible it did)
When I was in college, I had a secret crush on a girl. We’ll call her Arlynn. She was about 5’7”, with dark brown hair and big green eyes. She was bold and brash and incredibly busty. Busty in the sense that her breasts seemed a bit too large for her frame. Not that it mattered. I always thought she was a hottie, but she seemed to be out of reach for me. She was wild. I was terribly socially awkward. Except when I was directing plays. This becomes important later.
Arlynn and I met in a dramaturgy class. The professor assigned us two plays and broke us into groups, where we would then break it all down, research the background of the plays and build scenes based on that. Arlynn and I happened to be in a group together, with four other students. We would meet outside of class to work and it became clear that Arlynn and I disagreed on a lot of things. We butted heads often. Generally, if she had a rebuttal for me, she would look at me, arch her eyebrows and practically cut me with her eyes before speaking. It was incredibly disarming.
In spite of that, I still had the hots for her. Winters in upstate New York tend to be oppressively cold and she tended to dress in all black, but I’d often imagine what she looked like underneath, her breasts bursting out of a bra—we’ll say the thought of that crossed my mind many times while I was masturbating late at night. Nonetheless, I was pretty certain she hated me.
One day, she said something to me at the beginning of class. At the time, I had very long hair, slightly past my shoulders.
“You’d look really good with short hair,” she said to me.
I didn’t think much of it, although when I went home for Spring Break, I did cut my hair very short. Not because of anything Arlynn said, I just got tired of having long hair.
The first time I saw her back at school, she said to me with a wink, “Hey—love the haircut!” The weather had warmed up and while she was still dressing in all black, her thick turtlenecks had been replaced by more cleavage-revealing tank tops and tight t-shirts. We were still meeting in groups outside of class, and maybe Arlynn seemed to be…I don’t know…less argumentative? I couldn’t really describe it. I also didn’t want to read much into it.
We’d developed this scene as a group, and I’d been picked to direct. The rest of the group were performing. There was a particular moment where it called for her character to mirror another character. I’d experimented with a few different actions. One of them was a bit of crude tap dancing. Arlynn dancing…was a bit dangerous. Her breasts were bouncing and shaking around to the point where I found myself silently wishing they’d pop out of her tank top.
One day, after class, our group was leaving the lecture hall. One of the other students in our group was talking about going to see their significant other.
“And what are you doing tonight?” Arlynn asked me, in a kind of a pointed tone. “Seeing your girlfriend?”
“No…” I replied. “I don’t have a girlfriend. I’m probably just going to smoke with my roommates.”
“I wouldn’t have guessed you were a pothead,” she said to me, even more pointedly. “Very interesting.”
I shrugged. Suddenly, she grabbed me around the shoulders and hopped on my back. I was momentarily stunned.
“Am I making you uncomfortable??” she said. The shock of her accosting me, and the feeling of her breasts mashed against my back left me momentarily speechless.
“Um…no…” I peeped.
“We should smoke together sometime,” she said as she hopped off of me.
“I’m down for it.”
***
It was a Saturday afternoon and our group had met in the Theater building to work on our scene. I was giving notes at the end of rehearsal. I had a note for Arlynn. As I was speaking to her, she stepped to the front of the stage. She put her hand on her hip and shifted her body just slightly. I looked up at her. She seemed to tower over me—I did all I could to try and look at her face as I spoke to her, but it was difficult looking past her breasts. I could only hope she simply didn’t care if I looked at her breasts, because there was no way she didn’t notice.
We were finishing up. Arlynn approached me.
“Wanna smoke?” she whispered.
I nodded.
We left the theater building through a side door that led to a secluded area of campus, by a parking garage that was mostly empty. We sat on the ground with our backs against the building. She lit a joint, took a puff and held her breath, her breasts rising and stretching out her tank top. She passed the joint to me and I took a hit.
She exhaled.
“Do you like me?” she said as I held my breath. I paused. Her forwardness was slightly intimidating. Her question hung in the air for what seemed like ten minutes. Maybe ten seconds had passed before I exhaled and passed the joint back to her. I opened my mouth, but she spoke again.
“You totally like me,” she said with a wicked look in her eye. “Admit it.”
She took another hit and passed the joint back to me.
“Yes…” I said slowly. I wasn’t quite certain where she was leading me with this. But I was feeling quite turned on.
I took a long drag off the joint. I hoped the high would kick in soon and I’d feel a little more at ease. Arlynn stared daggers at me as she tugged on one of the shoulder straps of her tank top.
“Would you like to see more of me?” she said as she leaned towards me.
I took another hit. I was starting to feel a gentle wave of high sweeping over me. I looked at Arlynn. She slipped the shoulder straps of her tank top off…then slipped her arms out of her bra. Her skin was pale, stark in contrast to her dark hair, and her breasts burst forth. They were very much as impressively large as they appeared under the constraints of her bra. Her areolae were big, and light colored. Her nipples were small. The left one was pierced.
“Go ahead,” she said. “Touch me.”
I reached out and cupped her breasts in my hand. They were firm, with just a slight bit of squish to them. I slid my thumbs around her nipples and flicked the ring on her piercing. She gasped.
“Are you hard for me?” she said, as she reached for my pants. “Mmm, you are.”
She took a puff off the joint, then handed the last nub back to me. By this point we were both feeling its effects. I shifted myself so I was lying more on the ground. My face was at eye level with her breasts.
“Bite it,” she said. “Bite my nipple.”
I obliged. I gently ran my teeth around her piercing and ran my tongue around it. She undid my belt and stuck her hand down my pants. I felt her fingers grip my cock and she started sliding her hand up and down…up and down…the sensation…was electric…and I felt like I was going to explode right then and there…
She rolled onto me, pushing me on my back and climbing astride my left leg. Her hand remained down my pants. Her breasts hung down in my face. I was absentmindedly sucking on her pierced nipple and rubbing her other nipple between my fingers. She tugged on my cock harder and harder. She pressed her breasts into my face, practically burying me in her cleavage.
I could hold on no longer. I let out a guttural groan which vibrated against her breast as I came, shooting my load into her hand…and my pants…Arlynn continued to tug until she’d drained it all out of me. She sat up, pulled her hand out of my pants and turned to me.
“Did you enjoy that?” she said. “Was it fun for you?”
I nodded.
“I enjoyed it as well.”
She started to re-dress herself.
***
My tryst with Arlynn was brief. And it didn’t happen again. We would see each other in class, but there were no further entreaties or invitations. It might have been just as well. Or not. The semester ended, we moved on, and I was left with the sense memory of her magnificently large breasts hanging in my face.
***
It was many years later. We’d graduated and moved on. Eventually we found each other on social media. We had both gotten married.
One day, out of nowhere, I got a message from her.
“Hey, look what I found!” she wrote.
It was a photo of the script of the scene we’d worked on, with some notes scribbled on it. Among them my name and phone number.
I responded kindly. Out of curiosity, I looked at her social media to see what she’d been up to.
Turned out she had two kids. I scrolled through her photos a bit and, sure enough, found some pictures of her when she was pregnant. She was…very round. Both in her belly and in her breasts. That little bit of sense memory suddenly came flooding back to me…her breasts in my back…on my face…in my mouth…I wondered if her nipple was still pierced. I wondered how breastfeeding would have worked for her.
But I kept my mouth shut. Some things are best left as enjoyable memories.
it’s been months since i posted anything but i needed to share this really wird thought i had
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Fever brain fever brain fever brain!!!
Also overstimulatiom brain ig but ya boi here cant have one without the other!!! And this is what it feels like!!! God i wish i was asleep!!!!!!!
noontime, 2008
Does anyone else remember in the 2000’s there was like this Disney Channel contest where a fan got to be in an episode of something (don’t really remember, maybe Lizzie McQuire, Sweet life of Zack & Cody, or That’s so Raven?)
And during a commercial break Disney aired like a snippet of behind the scenes where they were filming something with the kid that won but part of the bit they aired was after they called cut and the kid said to some adult on set (director?) “I’m just trying to make it work” and that person snapped at the kid like, “You don’t make anything ‘work,’ you just read the line!” Or something like that?
And then the camera cut away to something else real quick like we weren’t supposed to see that? And then we never saw it again? (honestly I don’t even remember if the episode even aired or if I just missed it.)
Does anyone else remember that? Like did that actually happen or was it just a fever dream? Lol
