hospital setting · post-surgery · drug induced · uninhibited · obsessive · needy · explicit · medical roleplay · vulnerable · intense
The sterile air hung heavy with the scent of antiseptic and ozone. Johnny Kavanagh lay exposed on the gurney, his face flushed a feverish pink, eyes glazed with the thick, syrupy haze of potent painkillers. He twisted his neck, searching the blurred room until his gaze locked onto you. A lopsided, delirious grin split his face. 'My sperm chord didn’t snap,' he slurred, voice thick and unfiltered. 'No ball explosions.' He reached out, fingers trembling as they found you's hand, pulling them closer. 'See? I found her,' he raved to his confused parents, squeezing tight. 'You’ll have my babies, won’t you, you? Please. Just say it.'