#my tonsils and my ears feel so swollen

[mostesteemedgingeroverlord]

I am perishing

[dontwanderoff]

i miss how colds felt when i was a kid. having a cold as an adult for me is always just suffering, pain and more suffering and pain

[pink-evilette]

came down with the most horrendous tonsillitis while in Wales and when I come back I have two 9 hour shifts at work, and my bf has asked me to come out on Friday night, and on Saturday I'm going to London to a concert and rn I just wanna curl up into a ball and die

[hunnidmilly]

porn w/ no plot. tehehe.

“Roman! Ah! Ah! A-Fuck me!” You scream after each pound he makes to your cunt

“You’re gonna take it. Fucking hell, this pussy is so good. Whose pussy is this? Tell daddy it's his pussy! It’s my fucking cunt! Say it, I want to hear you say it!” His voice echoes off the walls

“It’s your pussy daddy! It’s your cunt!” You cry out gripping the ties on your wrist

Roman adored it when you submitted to his request in the bedroom. Giving up your complete control, allowing him to do what he wanted to your body. Call him a hedonist, but it gave him complete pleasure to see you fucked out, doing and saying whatever he pleased.

Roman reached forward—leaning over your back—and tangled a hand into your curly and sweaty hair, lifting your head from the pillow and slowing his thrust, “I can feel you dripping all over my cock.”

His voice filled with need whispering in your ear, “You like when fuck this pussy? Make you cum? Tell me what you like, baby.”

He takes his hand from your hair to reach around your body to your neck; choking you, and bringing your head up.

“I like when you fuck my pussy.” You answer with a whine and tear stained face, “Ro please. . .” you weap off feeling the affects of your screaming in your tonsils

Roman let’s go of your throat, leaning back up. With a harsh breath he pulls out slowly. Taking a moment to watch you wetness, and essence seap out your cunt down your thighs. He grabs your waist to flip you over onto your back.

You pant harshly to regain some of your energy, just as your eyes start to close. The Tribal Chief leans down to mimic his earlier actions, by lapping at your now swollen clit.

You open your mouth on a silent gasp that never released from your throat. Your chest moved up and down, trying so desperately to regain the air that your lungs lost.

You once again pull on the ties making the bed frame clash against the beige painted wall. Romans tongue darts in and out of you so quick, you couldn’t even tell if you were still conscious or not.

You take your hips to get more of his mouth, and he moves his large tattooed arm over you, pushing you back into the mattress.

“Roman! I—“

Your voice was cut off, by Roman taking his tongue and licking a long stripe up your cunt, making eye contact with you. You let out a squeal as his tongue connected with your small bundle of nerves.

You could feel yourself fading in and out of consciousness, with Romans skilled mouth working you closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Look at me.” Roman urges removing his mouth, and replacing it with his long index finger, “I said look at me.” he forcefully reiterates

You bring yourself back down to earth, to face Romans clouded eyes.

This is who he is. You love him like this.

“Tell daddy what you want.” He questions closely observing your body

“I—“ you begin to stammer as he adds another finger, abusing your g-spot

“Cmon baby, talk to daddy. Tell daddy, what makes his baby girl, go wild. You want my tongue on that juicy clit? You want my fingers? How about my dick pounding this tight cunt till you remember your name?”

Yes. All 3 at the same damn time.

“Roman, just fuck me please!” You screeched to the top of your lungs

Roman lets out an evil chuckle, moving his hands behind your knees and pushing them back to your ears, and slamming right back into you.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, as his hips snapped again. Not long after, you could feel your stomach tightening with that delicious burn. You felt Roman, swell inside you letting you know he was near as well.

“Ah fuck, y/n. Cum on my cock, baby girl. Give daddy what he wants. Give it to me!” he moans leaning down to your face, taking your bottom lip into his mouth

Your legs now trembling on his shoulders, as you both panted heavily in each other’s mouth. The both of you simultaneously let out a loud moan, as his warm thick spurts short deep into your cunt.

Your toes curl and pop, as that feeling in your stomach explodes, making you clench around his cock, coating it; mixing your juices together. You can feel, Roman shiver from the feeling of your pussy hanging on like a death grip— milking him for every single drop.

Every. Single. Drop.

[lovejosephquinn]

hey, lana, i really love your writing! may i request a fic where the reader has a very high sex drive and joe is blown away by her (literally lol) because he's not used to having someone wanting him like this, all the time?

Hello my lovely, thank you so much! & tysm for requesting, I think Joe would be 'blown away' quite literally too 😈

Under 18's DNI.

Just the way I'm about to tease you with the thought:

You couldn't keep your hands off of Joe morning, noon or night. It was like he'd created a whole new version of yourself, you were constantly heated between your legs, he'd only so much as have to speak and you'd be flustered, it didn't matter where you were or what you were doing, your mind was constantly in overdrive imagining the filthy fantasies between you both. You'd never felt this way about anyone, on one hand completely enamoured by him, so in love you couldn't put it into words and proud of his every achievement, yet on the other hand so damn horny all the time that you wouldn't take no for an answer even if he tried to deny. He wouldn't.

The best thing about it was Joe enjoyed every moment, although he wasn't used to being the centre of attention in someone's world, he'd treasure every moment you'd basically leap onto his lap, crashing your lips to his, eating his face as some would describe, sucking the sweet spot on his neck, your nostrils flaring at the intoxicating smell of his cologne or just plainly peppering kisses all over his body; usually ending in you bouncing on his cock hard and deep until you came in unison, maybe once sometimes twice.

Or when you'd have his trousers down to his feet, falling on your knees making him whimper at the way your mouth worked his cock, swallowing his seed as your eyes leaked from the immense pressure of his tip tapping onto your tonsils, your fingers not being able to keep away from your throbbing bud as you touched yourself just plainly over the way Joe looked when you devoured his length. You wouldn't stop there, no matter how much he tried to yank your head away from him, it'd make you grip harder, suck more, your tongue dancing around his swollen tip, leaving his body squirming at your touch.

Joe would always give back what he took, making sure that when his face was in-between your legs, his forehead pressed against yours as his cock rammed through your entrance, your walls clenching around his every thrust or even just when he had you on all fours, bent over any surface (which was pretty much anywhere) pounding into you from behind, spanking your ass cheeks red raw, gripping your hair and pulling you back, whispering dirty things into your ear. Joe was forever giving you his all, the best he possibly could.

Your favourite was the way his vocals seemed to sing out like the happiest melody your ears had even blessed to hear, the way he always begged you for more:

"Fuck yeah, just like that baby."

"You make me feel so good love, Jesus."

"That's it ride my cock, you take me so well Y/N."

"Please let me cum, I need to cum in that pretty pussy."

"You're so wet and tight. Shit, it's like you were made for me."

"I'm your good boy, use me, use my cock."

And if that wasn't enough, his moans, the way he cried out your name as he was about to release, the way his face would scrunch, mouth gape open as if he were gasping for oxygen, the way you'd both see the stars sparkling in your retinas, your souls heaving themselves out of your bodies as you reached your peaks. You'd never tire of it and that was one of the few reasons why you couldn't stop yourself whenever you got the chance. Joe was took back by the amount of sexual tension between you both as he'd never felt that kind of connection and it was rare you'd make love as it was just something of an unspoken pact that you were both into the way you roughly dominated one another and then made up for it with sweet, passionate kisses after or just being held, your fingers often meeting with the scratches you'd left on his arms or his back. The hickeys you'd created on his neck or his collar bone.

It'd often end up happening a few times through the night when you'd wake up being prodded by his erection being hugged by your bum cheeks, pushing yourself back into him enough to make him stir. You were sure Joe probably couldn't take anymore from the way you'd had him fuck you before bed, but the way his fingers moved down your body, first pinching at your hardening nipples and humming into your ear to then begin expertly thumbing your clit let you know he wasn't ready to give up.

"God, I wish my cock could live inside you forever." He moaned as he bucked his hips upward, your butt practically jerking his foreskin back and fourth as you moved along in time with him.

"Then fuck me, Joey, hard." You whispered. It ended once more with you backwards on top of him, his fingertips bruising your hips as he glided you up and down, the slight sting of pain and pleasure mixed through your orgasms.

You both patiently fell back to sleep, looking as innocent as you both had when you first fell victim to your sweet dreams, knowing full well when you woke, you'd be beneath the covers once more, sucking at his cock and balls relentlessly.

[skipper19]

(Ah yes, another self indulging one-shot. I'm suffering with swollen tonsils, drainage, a double ear infection, and a very sore body. Let me indulge. 🥲😭)

Imagine this..

Matthew murdock new you would be upset, and you had every right to be. He would be upset, too, if the roles had been reversed. But Matt knew one thing for sure, he would do it again. The night prior, you were coughing up too much mucus and blowing your nose multiple times. Matt could hear the crackle and pop in your lungs as you breathed, and every time your joints popped, he would wince.

The line was crossed when he had to listen to you sob from the pain as you showered. It took everything in him not to forget dinner and drag you to the hospital. You had walked out of the bathroom and acted like nothing happened. You tried to wave off your obvious sickness all night, but Matt knew. Even if he didn't have superhuman senses, he knew.

And then you expected him to let you go into work? That's where he drew the line.

When Matt had awoken for work in the morning, he cut off your alarm and called in to let your boss know you wouldn't be able to make it today. Luckily, your boss understood and stated that she suspected you were sick because of your behavior the past few days. Matt thanked her before he hung up. He contemplated calling out of work himself and staying home to take care of you, but he pushed himself to get ready and head out. The day wasn't supposed to last long anyway. There were no trials, only paperwork, so he should be home early today.

He was wrong.

Sure, he had already planned to skip patrol tonight, but apparently, the world had it out for him. Foggy called out, an emergency client was sprung on him, and his phone died. He had no contact with you and you couldn't reach him. Not only that, but it was 5 in the afternoon before he was able to get off of work. Matthew couldn't help the rush in his stride as he made his way back to your shared apartment.

Matthew murdock knew you would be upset, and you had every right to be. But he didn't expect you to lock him out of the apartment.

He could hear your coughing and congested lungs the moment he stepped into the building, so he was already worrying about you, but then he got to the apartment, and the door was locked. "Uh, sweetheart?" He called out. "Can you unlock the door?" He suggested. There was shuffling, and Matt could practically feel the way you stop and fold your arms as you sit up on the couch. "No!" Your strained and muffled voice replied through your stuffed nose and sore throat. "What do you mean no?" Matt was confused, but hurt as well.

"You turn off my alarm and make me miss work, and then -" You paused as a fit of wheezing and coughing interrupted your sentence. You let out a small noise of pain and take a deep breath. "- and then you don't answer any of my calls after I wake up." You replied. Matt's eyebrows furrowed deep above his eyes, and he huffed. He wasn't necessarily irritated at you, just at the silliness of the situation. He knew you were going to be upset, and he expected a reaction, but he really didn't need you to be locking him out right now.

Not when you sound like that.

Not when he can't help you.

"I'm sorry, angel, but you are sick. You couldn't go to work today, I couldn't let you when you sounded like that." Matt heard your sniffle, and he guessed that your nose was probably red and sore. Your feet left the comfort of the couch, and you pushed yourself up, grasping the couch arm to stay stable. Matt cursed to himself as he heard your footsteps pause and your body swayed. "Sit back down, I'll come in through the window. I don't want you up right now." Matt huffed worriedly. "The windows locked too.." You muttered.

Matt sighed and gently knocked his forehead against the door. "Alright, let me in." He spoke. It wasn't long before Matt heard a thud, and his heart stopped in his chest. "Sweetheart?" He called out. "Are you alright?" But he didn't receive a response. He could still hear the crackle and pop of your lungs, but your heart was beating slowly. It's almost like you were asleep. Matt realized after a moment that you had passed out.

He tried the door handle once more, harshly yanking on it and trying to turn it roughly. He cursed under his breath and braced his shoulder against the wood. He hit his shoulder against the wood once, twice, three times, before the door splintered at the handle, and Matt tumbled into the room. He quickly found his bearings and let his hand trail the wall he was familiar with until he emerged into the living room. He could hear your congested breathing better now, and he was careful to get on his knees as he felt around for you. "Angel?" He called out softly. His hands finally grazed over your face, and he moved, so he was cradling your face as he kneeled next to your body.

Time seemed to slow down. The ambulance didn't get there fast enough. Traffic was too slow on the way to the hospital. Ticking from the clock hanging on the wall of the waiting room made Matt want to pull out his hair. Matt's senses were overwhelmed, and the worry he felt for you was not helping in the slightest. All Matt wanted was for you to be okay. And- God- Matt felt so guilty. How could he not?

If he had stayed home with you, maybe charged his phone the night prior, he wouldn't be having this issue! Hell, Matt was starting to contemplate if he was even a good boyfriend. He could have stopped this from happening. You, out of all people, didn't need to be suffering from a sickness that put you into the hospital. You were a hard worker who loved your job. You were a stubborn firecracker. It's one of the reasons Matt fell in love with you in the first place. This time? Matt wishes he would have just stayed home and coddled you all day so you could go back to work after healing. So everything would be normal again. But instead, you were stuck in the hospital with (what the doctor just informed Matt) pulmonary edema. Fuck.

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It was days of recovery before you were released from the hospital. Thankfully, you were sent home on a Friday, so Matt had Saturday and Sunday with you. Foggy said he could handle everything at the office during these days, and so Matt had you to himself without any responsibilities. Daredevil be damned, you were his first and main priority.

You had trouble letting Matt help you, but you really didn't have a choice. Your body was just too weak. Despite the time and medicine from the hospital, your limbs felt too heavy to do anything. Matt had been an absolute angel during this time. He was by your side, never wavering when help was in need. He didn't hesitate to take the household responsibilities onto his shoulders as well. You felt guilty and embarrassed, to say the least. Matt reassured you that he didn't mind, but your pride wouldn't let you accept his help without a bit of resistance.

You have always been stubborn when you were sick. Matt thought it was adorable.

You sulked as you rested your chest against your knees, arms wrapped around your legs to the best of your ability. Your kneecap was pushed almost painfully into your chin as you pouted. Matt bit back a smirk as he poured the water over your bare back. He didn't have to have vision to see you were pouty. "You shouldn't feel embarrassed. It's okay to accept my help, you know." It wasn't a question. It was a fact. And he was right. You did know this.

Despite the gentle nature in his voice and his soft caresses of soap against your back, you scoffed and turned your head away from him. "I'm not embarrassed. I'm," You pause to gather your thoughts. "I'm not incapable of bathing myself. Or cooking, or cleaning, or getting groceries. Hell, you even help me off the couch! You act like I can't do anything myself, and it makes me feel stupid." You ramble on, eyebrows furrowing in irritation. Matt's gentle ministrations on your skin don't stop. He moves to wash your shoulders instead. He leans in and kisses your temple. "Do you know how scared I was when you passed out?" He whispered, drawing your attention away from the wall.

He had a soft look in his eyes, but his jaw looked clenched. "Do you know how scared I was as I waited for the doctors to tell me if you were okay or not?" He wasn't trying to make you feel guilty. He was trying to make you understand. "I don't care how much you have to lean on me, how much I have to do in this house, how long I'm away from work. I don't care. Let me take care of you. Let me protect you and keep you safe. Because if I fail? If I lost you, when I could have prevented it, I would fall apart. Without you, Im nothing. Nothing matters to me if you're not by my side." His stern words worm into your heart and burrow deep into your soul until you're a crying mess.

You lean your head against Matt's chest and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Matty. I just can't stand this, I feel so useless. I know the doctor said to rest, but I hate feeling so powerless and weak. I didn't mean to scare you, I'm sorry." You say into his shirt, your voice muffled against the fabric. Matt cooed and shushed you as he ran his fingers through your freshly washed hair. He knew you were struggling to accept his help, but he also knew how badly you wanted his comfort and aid.

"I don't care how long I have to take care of you for, as long as I know you're okay. I love you more than anything else in the world. Remember that." You sniffled and nodded against his neck. You didn't care that his shirt was getting soaked. From the bath water or your tears, you didn't know. Matt didn't pay any mind, either. "I love you too, Matthew, so much. And I'll get better at accepting your help, I promise. " And that's all he asked for.

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Soooo I started this in November last year, and it took me until today to finish it. I lost my motivation to write this story completely, and I think it turned out horribly. I'm sorry for the wait and the story. Love you guys!

[thedanoriddler]

🟢 Edward Nashton x Sick!Reader Headcanons ⚫️

Hey all, ya girl here has had fucking tonsillitis (or some other throat infection, my doctor just said my throat was SUPER infected) since Tuesday, and also too much time on her hands 😷🤧 figured I might as well put my sickness to good use for everyone!

Warnings: As title implies, being unwell: sickness mentioned is a flu/cold/throat/chest kind of illness, not p*ke. It’s literally just me using my illness and writing Eddie taking care of me/a reader who’s as ill as I’ve been. Literally is just soft fluffy comfort shit.

It starts as a sore throat and sniffle, you think it’s probably just a cold on its way, but then it actually just gets worse and worse

The second you so much as sniffle one morning, Eddie is right by your side because he’s hyper tuned to every little movement and sound you make - you can’t hide anything from him

“I’m fine, Eddie, really, it’s nothing-” “Nooo, no, (Y/N), you’re sick! Lie down, just lie down and I’ll be right back with some tea!”

You literally don’t have a choice, that man insists that you rest and he doesn’t take no for an answer

“It’s probably just a cold,” you mumble as you start to fall asleep, Eddie covering you with a blanket. “I’ll feel better after a nap…”

Yeah, no, you really don’t

You wake up after napping and can’t swallow anything without wanting to gag or cry - it just hurts too much. Eddie worries so much over you as he tries to get you to drink some more tea, but it doesn’t help. You can’t even swallow painkillers because your throat is so swollen

After some debate, you let Eddie look down your throat with a torch because he insists - his eyes widen and he tells you that there’s red and white patches, that you should probably go to a doctor. You’re stubborn though and tell him you’ll feel better after more sleep.

That night is absolutely miserable for both of you because you can’t sleep for more than a few hours at a time without waking up in pain, and nothing Eddie does seems to help: you’re just in so much pain and you’re running a fever, alternating between having the sweats and having chills

Poor Eddie just wants to help so bad but he feels kind of useless because all he can do is let you curl up with him as you whimper and cry out in pain

You try showering or bathing in the morning but you’re burning up and can barely move, he has to help you get to the bathroom and help you get cleaned up because you can’t stand straight

When Eddie tries to make you some food, you turn all of it down - you can’t even swallow water or ice cream without it burning, without it feeling like knives in your throat, and you have literally zero appetite now anyway

Getting a doctor’s appointment quickly in Gotham is pretty much impossible, the healthcare is severely underfunded in most parts of the city and you’d be more likely to shit gold than find a decent doctor on short notice - but Eddie has his ways; somehow he manages to get a doctor to see you that evening, and he listens to everything the doctor says so he can help you get better

You get prescribed a course of antibiotics (penicillin) and Eddie is so diligent about making sure you start them immediately: he writes down the times you take a dose, makes sure you have all your doses, spaces them out so that you have a chance to eat between doses but can still take the pills on an empty stomach like you’re supposed to… he just wants to help you so bad, all he wants is for you to get better ASAP because he hates seeing you sick and in pain

He knows he could catch whatever you’ve got but he doesn’t care: when you ask him to cuddle you, he’s all too eager. You spend most of the week as you recover with his arms around you, his head on your chin, your head on his chest, his voice low and vibrating in your ear as he mumbles and tells you his favourite riddles

It doesn’t matter that your brain is too fogged and tired to understand riddles right now, hearing him recite them is enough to bring a small smile to your face because it’s just so… him.

You wear one of Eddie’s hoodies or jumpers when you’re feeling shivery and feel so comforted by it because it smells like him 💚

The two of you put some boring daytime television shit on and fall asleep to it together, curled up on the couch with a blanket 🥹

He helps you get to bed early after a dose of antibiotics, pulling the duvet over you as you doze off and pressing a kiss against your hot forehead; he stays by your side all night, barely sleeping himself, watching you and brushing your hair from your face as you sleep

The relief on his face when, the day after you start taking the medicine, you tell him your appetite is back and you’re feeling a little bit better is honestly so goddamn pure, his face lights up and he’s just so damn happy that you’re already doing better

Eddie does his research on what foods and drinks are good for sore throats and fevers because of course he does, and he is all too happy to cook and make things for you to eat

He also goes out and buys a shit ton of sore throat sweets in your favourite flavour, like boxes and boxes of them, it’s really so endearing

Let’s be honest, being sick really fucking sucks - but it sucks a little less when you’ve got Eddie there with you, giving you cuddles and looking after you 💚

[archivist-emoceans]

Forgive me for venting on main rq but my pain is so horrific, I can’t sleep rn. The storm fucked my joints, there’s this rolling band-snap feeling over my shoulder blades, and my tonsils are swollen to hell and back. RA sucks and hEDS sucks and covid made me fucking 80% deaf in one ear so I can’t even sleep on the comfortable side bc I can’t hear the fans OR a podcast (which helps me sleep due to adhd silence things) and hooooo boy I feel like I’m about to mentally break

[middlemistcs13]

“The Strep Situation”

Another CS one-shot! This was not based off of a prompt but instead based on myself and strep and the unfortunate location of my steroid shot. (Yes, I am Emma. Yes, I have strep even though my roommate told me that 3 days ago before I went to the doctor).

On AO3 if that’s your thing. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45559738 

I appreciate any and all feedback! Words: 1.2K

*WARNING: some curse words; story beneath the cut! 

“Stop laughing- this is not funny.”

“Actually, it’s quite humorous love.”

“Getting two shots in the ass is not funny! They hurt like hell.” Emma said, frustration and discomfort in her actual butt cheeks lingering around her. 

“Swan, I told you to go to the doctor several days ago.” Killian pointed out. 

“Getting checked out three days ago would still have ended with two shots in my ass. Not my arms, like a normal place for a shot- but in my ass.” Emma grumbled. 

“I suppose you’re right. Did you at least get any medications to help your ailments?” Killian questioned his wife. 

“I have to go pick them up from the pharmacy in a little bit, but I have an antibiotic and something else I can’t remember. I just hope it helps my ears and the awful earaches. Plus one shot was a steroid shot, and one was an antibiotic. The guy said something about the shots helping to heal me quicker, so we’ll see” Emma explained, finally making her way into their house past the foyer. 

“What did they call your illness again? Is it quite common here?” Killian asked, still trying to hide his amusement as his wife was walking towards the kitchen with a strange gait to attempt to ease her discomfort. 

“It’s strep throat, The bacteria that causes it is called strepto-something another. They just shorten it to strep. It’s pretty common, and I’ve had it a few times before. A few times I had it as a kid, and a few times I’ve had it as an adult. If kids get it a lot then they usually remove the kid’s tonsils, but there was no money for a foster kid like me to get my tonsils removed.” Emma explained, grabbing two soft ice packs out of the freezer and waddling to the couch in the living room. She plopped herself on her stomach on the couch and arranged the ice packs over each injection site. Killian came over and sat down on the floor next to her head. 

“I am sorry your arse is sore, love. But, I am glad you got some medications so you can feel more like yourself soon.”

“Have I been making you miserable the last few days, Captain?” Emma smirked. 

“Of course not, you couldn’t do anything to make me miserable. But you’ve been plenty miserable yourself due to this strep throat.” Killian said. 

“I’ve been fine!” Emma argued. 

“The sore throat? The swollen tonsil- touching your uvula!? The earaches in both ears? The cough? The lightheadedness earlier while eating a small orange?” Killian said, with a raised eyebrow. At that point, Emma knew his argument had won out. 

“Alright alright, I guess, I have been pretty miserable, and they are clementines, not ‘small oranges’. Henry has already been over this with you,” Emma commented while running her fingers through Killian’s hair. He smiled softly at her before turning his head and kissing Emma’s wrist. “I can’t believe you actually looked up throat and mouth anatomy to convince me to go to the doctor,” Emma said, secretly very impressed with her pirate. 

“Anything to convince you that your ailment was quite real,” Killian commented. 

“I have head colds like this all the time, the earaches are the only thing really bothering me, and apparently my ears are ‘very clean’ so they aren’t even infected. They just hurt from the strep and I guess swelling and just lingering infection? I don’t know how ears work.” Emma rambled. 

“Your cough has also been keeping you up at night,” Killian added. 

“Wait a minute- you said that you had been sleeping fine and hadn’t heard me!” Emma said, catching her husband in his lie. 

“I was being polite my love, I’m sure Henry woke up from you coughing the last few nights. I could have heard you if I was on the Jolly!” Killian joked with her. He earned himself a smack across the shoulder and a bewildered look from his wife. Just as Emma smacked Killian’s shoulder, the side door in the mudroom opened and Henry came into the house. 

“Hey Killian, hey Mom. Are you feeling any better?” Henry greeted his parents. 

“Killian tricked me into going to the doctor’s office,” Emma grumbled. 

“It wasn’t a trick Mom, you’ve been sick for like a week!” Henry said, exasperated with his mother’s antics. 

“It has not been that long!” Emma argued. 

“Lad, have you heard your mother coughing at all the last few evenings?” Killian asked, interrupting Emma with an amused smile on his face. 

“Oh yeah. One time I came to your door because I thought you were choking.” Henry said, coming into the living room and situating himself in the recliner facing Emma and Killian. 

“Okay that is being a bit dramatic mister,” Emma said with a playful roll of her eyes. 

“Maybe just a bit.” Henry laughed. “Why are there ice packs on your backside?” 

“It’s my ass Henry, you can just say it. And I had to get two shots when I was forced into going to the doctor’s office.” Emma explained, with a pointed look at her husband. 

“Mom, the only curse word I’m allowed to say is ‘hell’, and that is only over here. I can’t say that at my Mom’s house, she would flip out.” Henry said. 

“Regina needs to chill. You’ve been to actual hell and back, kidnapped by your evil great-grandfather, saved us all from self-imploding in the author’s twisted world, and single-handedly made a group of New York citizens believe in magic to get literally half of our family back from The Land of Untold Stories. I think you’re mature enough to say a few cuss words.” Emma sighed. 

“We’ve had a hell of a last few years,” Henry said with a smirk, causing Killian to bark out a laugh and Emma to chuckle so hard the ice packs moved from where she placed them. 

“That was an excellent use of your single curse word, Lad!” Killian finally choked out through laughs. Emma nodded her head in agreement and smiled proudly at her son. 

“Proud of you kid,” Emma said, fixing her icepacks because her ass was still sore. Numb, but still sore. “We sure have been through the wringer, huh?” 

“Yeah, but I’m glad we are where we are. I like our family and everything crazy about Storybrooke.” Henry said with a smile. 

“Me too kid”. Emma added with a soft smile at her boys. 

“Henry, have you ever had this ‘strep throat’ your mother has?” Killian asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. 

“Yeah, I had it a bunch when I was little, so eventually Mom had Whale take out my tonsils so I don’t get it anymore,” Henry explained. 

“What do we want to bet Killian gets strep in a few days?” Emma asked Henry. 

“I bet a week’s worth of trash duty that Killian doesn’t get strep. He is literally never sick. It must be from his extensive history,” Henry joked with his stepdad. 

“It’s called experience lad, and as I must remind your mother often, I have still retained my youthful glow,” Killian defended himself. 

“You’re on kid.” Emma agreed, ignoring her husband. “If Killian gets strep in the next week, then you have to do your regular trash duty and do the dishes for the week.”

“Deal!” Henry exclaimed, before picking up his book on the coffee table and starting to read where he left off. 

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Henry was not so happy four days later when Killian had switched spots with Emma on the couch, ice packs on his ass, and antibiotics on the table to treat a diagnosis of strep throat. 

“Don’t worry babe, at least I can sympathize with your pain and discomfort and we can be on the same antibiotic schedule!” Emma commented in an effort to console a very grumpy- and sore- Killian Jones. 

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Thanks for reading! Hope you all enjoyed! 

[lago-morpha]

have every strep throat symptom to a T but the woman with custody over me refuses to take me to a doctor and gets actively hostile when i mention having symptoms and yells at me the other things it could be. i have patchy white shit growing on my tonsils and fever hot/cold and chills but she wont believe i have a fever. i used 2 thermometers, one read me as 100.5f and the other was reading her as 96.8f but didnt say i had a fever so she yelled about how i “want to have a fever”. she literally argued over me having the audacity to ask her to take me to the doctor. by the way, her 2 1/2 year old grandson is spending nights here and im helping to take care of him. i will probably have to have my mom take me which will be really awkward and triggering but i can barely eat or drink and its been like this for days. it spread to my ears and my lymph nodes on my neck are swollen to fuck now (my tonsils have been for days and is the reason for the whole swallowing bit) but she still refuses to think im sick... if i have little white dots on my tonsils that has to be strep, right? I’ve popped off my own tonsil stones before so I know it’s not that. i feel like im going crazy :(

[its-fnaf-time-bitches]

ok folks lets play "symptoms ive noticed but doctors refuse to check"

tw for medical stuff

jaw shuts assymetrically (the left side of my bottom teeth hits the right side of our top teeth)

extra flexible everything (including tongue, can lick nose)

skin streeeetchy

my hip and fingers keep popping out of socket

cramps in leg that last half an hour and its like its attached to a rubber band so i cannot move it without difficulty and pain

if i sit on my legs once i move them i get the cramps and im in so much pain i sometimes scream

i used to be able to walk ages, now cannot walk 20 minutes

hip clicks constantly (probably cause i have perthes disease and the screws tend to rub)

my foot??? curls inwards???

sometimes when i stand my vision goes black, my ears ring and i fall to the ground semi unconsious (my doctor says this is normal)

constant tremor in my hands

my thumb in my writing hand cramps and like i get bruises where the bones in my wrist are after writing for ages?

spines now curved, it wasnt before

cannot use a bike anymore

tonsils have been swollen for a year now

i can see my heart moving in my chest (not like the skin jiggles, no i can see the bones pushing against the skin where my heart is)

i feel sick after eating always (doesnt stop me though i love food)

pee like 10 times a day

black stuff coming out of nostrils

my face is drooping on one side, it didnt use to do this

theres probably more but i struggle to remember, if you know what this could be feel free to reblog

[roboraindrop]

Apparently I am sick... Time to daydream about my loves taking care of me 💕💕

[futuresoon]

hot tip for online dating: when meeting someone in person for the first time, find a way to casually mention that you might have tonsillitis, and if things don’t go well and you need an out, say you’re starting to not feel good and have to leave

granted, today i was actually being completely truthful with both of those things, and the meeting was going fine, but, you know, it’s probably a useful tactic

at least he was really nice and understanding about it

[saintobio]

write more dilf gojo plssss

daddy on duty (18+)

drabble to sensei off duty

cw. explicit smut, profanity, dirty talk, unprotected (married), calling each other mommy and daddy, quickie, creampie, mentions of pregnancy, more domestic gojou bc y not

“Satoru, you bastard—”

“Shh.” There was nothing that could stop his mouth from pressing on the slope of your ear, jerking his hips further until he had you gripping on the kitchen countertop. “Be a good mommy.”

Jesus. It was 7 in the fucking morning. To think that you were planning to make a nice breakfast for your husband and son, well... Gojou had a different breakfast in mind. They didn’t consist of pancakes and waffles, but of deep thrusts and echoing moans.

A few minutes ago, it was not in your expectation that he would embrace you from behind while you were whisking some eggs—an embrace that turned into vulgar whispers and sensual nibbles on your earlobe until you had everything discarded on the side because you were far too immersed with the pleasuring feeling brought by your needy husband. Satoru started by feathering kisses on your neck and grinding his morning wood between the valley of your buttocks. Now, with your underwear resting above your knees and the hem of your shirt pulled above your breasts, you were nothing but a slave to the divine sensation.

“Won’t you ask me how I like my eggs in the morning?” he teased with a hoarse morning voice, jolting his hips forward to sink his shaft deeper into your core. He was grinning the rougher his jostles were, bending you over the counter as he gripped your hips and angled his cock better. “I want it fertilized... inside mommy’s warm kitty.”

“D-Daddy,” titillating moans were released from your parted lips because your husband was pounding on you quicker than you could take. His large hands fondled the softness of your bust, kneading the rounded mass concurrent to the rhythm of his hips. In the midst of being fucked from behind by Satoru, you were silently hoping that little Sachiro wouldn’t walk up to find his parents having steamy sex in the kitchen like two animals in heat.

Because frankly, Satoru Gojou was a damn animal. In bed, in the shower, and in every corner of the house that you could think of. He was a predator and you were his submissive prey, mating day and night to satisfy your needs and his. When Satoru said it would be quick, he did live up to his promise. And in exchange for a quickie was an animalistic pace that left your body swinging like a rag doll on top of the marble counter.

Two fingers sunk deep in your mouth, reaching your tonsil as you heavily panted. The base of Satoru’s cock was hitting your bum with each slam that equaled a raucous skin-slapping sound. “Fuck yes,” you could feel the smile in his voice, “Shit. This position feels so good.”

“S-Satoru, I—” your inability to continue your words was solely because it was replaced by your whimpers, “A-Aah!”

“So naughty, honey,” he snickered, pulling your hair as he increased his pace. The stretch on your scalp made you see stars, fueling the sensation of his thick cock plowing your cunt to no mercy. “You like that? You like me fucking you raw like this?”

His palm was rubbing on your stomach to touch the exact place where your second baby would be. “Mm—yes! Faster!”

“Fuck.” What you asked for, he generously did. He didn’t hold back at barreling himself inside your tight walls—plump folds now swollen with a tinge of red as he earned your dulcet moans that matched his sonorous grunts. Man, was your husband so hot. He was as hot as the spurts of seed he released inside of you, pulling away only to see his warm cum oozing down on your inner thighs.

“Mama!” At the sound of your son’s voice, you uttered a series of cusses as you hit Satoru’s chest while still recovering above the countertop. He was quick to peck your lips and claim that ‘he’s got it’, pulling your shirt back down and your shorts back up. Soon enough, he left to get your son and returned to see you still leaning against the counter with an undulating chest. “Mama, you okay?”

“Yes, she is,” answered a teasing Satoru, carrying his three year-old son with one arm while pulling you back up with the other. “Give mommy a kiss, Sachi.”

You smiled, leaning in to peck your adorable son on the lips, cooing, “Morning, my baby boy,” and then looking at your husband. “You want coffee?”

Gojou hummed in response, kissing your lips until Sachiro cutely covered his sapphire eyes. “Dada, no!”

“But mama gave more than just kisses to dada—ow!” He received a pinch on the arm from you before he could proceed making naughty remarks. “Fine, fine. No kissing in front of my little bug.”

Chuckling, you didn’t mean to slip your next statement, “You’re gonna deal with two of them soon.” Oh. You weren’t supposed to reveal it yet but Satoru’s cerulean eyes were already wide with delight.

“You’re pregnant?”

You matched his million-dollar smile with a nod. “Two weeks, daddy.”

[hoesoflamentation]

k!nktober 2021: the whole thing. | beel x gn!mc | 18+

Prompt: Cock worship, size k!nk

Pairing: Beel x GN!MC

Warnings: oral s3x, cock worship, size k!nk, gagging, spit as lube, penetration, use of "daddy," a$$-slapping

A/N: it's day one of k!nktober and i'm already burned out. fellow om! sluts (affectionate), i'm doing this for you <3

"Mmm, you suck it so well, MC."

Humming in pleasure at the sixth-born's declaration, MC licked the underside of Beel's shaft, tracing the throbbing, swollen vein with the tip of their tongue.

Unable to help himself, Beel grabbed a fistful of MC's hair, thrusting his hips lazily as he yanked their mouth further down onto his enormous cock. With his forceful movements, the head of his length brushed past their tonsils, making them gag.

Beel didn't think it was possible for him to get any harder. Turns out, he was wrong.

Tears welled in MC's eyes as they peered up at Beel from beneath their lashes. The way he towered over them, broad-shouldered and muscular, while they perched on their knees below him dampened their thighs with arousal.

"You like that, baby?" Beel murmured. "You like choking on my big, fat cock?"

MC held Beel's gaze as their head bobbed up and down on his length, his teasing words only fueling the hunger in their eyes.

Low on air, they released his head with a pop. MC stroked Beel's shaft with a firm grip, leaving their mouth free to sing his praises.

" 's so big, Beelie," they gasped. "Don't know if it'll fit."

Beel smiled, his hands cupping either side of MC's face as they descended on his cock again. His voice -- and his thighs -- shook slightly as he replied:

"I know it's hard, baby -- but I wanna see you take the whole thing. Will you get on your knees for me, sweetheart?"

MC whimpered and nodded, releasing his cock from their wet lips and clambering onto the bed on hands and knees. Their back arched in desire as they peered back at Beel, eager for him to plunge his length into their gaping hole.

They wanted to feel full, in every sense of the word -- and Beel wanted to be the one who filled them.

Beel spat into his massive hand, chuckling as he massaged the lubrication against them with his thumb.

"Look how eager you are," he cooed. "Such a needy little thing. Is this what you've been waiting for, baby?"

MC gasped softly as the tip of his cock throbbed promisingly against their hole. They nodded furiously as Beel rubbed himself into their slick, the pressure making their entire body ache in anticipation.

"Please, daddy," MC whined. "Just want you inside of me."

Painstakingly slowly, Beel gave them what they wanted, pushing past their body's initial resistance until he was balls-deep inside of them. He groaned in relief at the sensation of their walls closing in around him, careful of moving too quickly as he leaned forward to murmur into MC's ear.

"Tell me if it hurts, okay?" Beel whispered, his concern interrupting the scene for the briefest of moments. "I'm a lot bigger than you."

In lieu of a response, MC flashed Beel a look of defiance and pushed back into him, plunging Beel's length deeper into their dripping cavity.

Once Beel recovered from the surprising jolt of pleasure, he laughed and pecked them on the cheek.

"That's a good MC." He gave their ass a firm slap, emphasizing his words. "Now, show me how well you can take daddy's cock."

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[ozarkthedog]

Tethered / C. Evans x Fem!Reader

summary: After two months apart, Chris is finally home and he’s wearing that belt.

warnings: SMUT. 18+ only. rough oral sex. rough sex. asphyxiation. restraining with a belt. fingering. slight breeding kink. spanking. dirty talk. over stimulation. female ejaculation. basically, pwp.

word count: 2,369

author’s note: honestly, this was supposed to be a smutty little fic about his infamous red belt, but then it turned into so much more. also, for having not written anything in 2 weeks, I’d say I did ok with this.  *credit goes to gif owner.

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Lips were locked and bodies a tangled mess as you crossed the threshold with an “-oof.” Chris barely shutting the front door behind him with a callous foot.

The foyer was dark, dimly lit from the Kitchen light as it left just enough glow to illuminate your silhouettes. Chris pushed you against the closed front door, not caring about your pained whines when he slotted his body over yours.

Finally, you were alone after so much time spent apart.

“Missed you so much.” Chris admitted between rushed kisses, “Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you. About this body.” His hand dove into your leggings and found your panties drenched. “About this sweet pussy.”

He leaned his forehead against yours watching as your face twisted in pleasure as he ground his palm against your tiny nub, “Can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me. Gonna split you open all over again, just like the first time.”

It’d been 2 months since you’d last seen one another and the tension was palpable. The car ride home from the airport via a car service was full of longing stares, playful touches and sneaky kisses as you sat in the back seat like anxious teenagers, desperate to get your hands on one another.

Your eyes slammed shut at his statement, knowing that despite the times you fucked yourself with the few dildos you owned while he was away, nothing compared to Chris.

He was right. It’d be just like your first time together.

He dragged you from your thoughts when he pushed two fingers into your sopping heat, tearing a broken gasp from your lips. His auburn beard scratched your cheek as he peppered kisses down your jaw. Your silky walls welcomed his digits, fluttering and constricting at the intrusion.

“Damn. Forgot how tight you can get, Darlin’.” His lips fit over your open ones as you let out a tiny moan when he scissored his fingers, spreading you open. The kiss was vicious, his tongue diving over yours with long, playful swipes. Your core clenching so hard his fingers faltered.

“That’s my Girl. Come on, lemme feel you cum. Give it to me.” He grunted, while thrusting his clothed covered hard on against your hip.

His command pushed you over the edge and you came with an abrupt shout, easily hitting your peak via another person after so long. Your body shook in his grasp as he eased away the aftershocks with soft, tender kisses.

You stared at him, relishing the way his eyes were blown wide having just seen you come apart so quickly under his touch. It took your breath away to be back in his hold again. To have him home.

His lips twisted into that dorky smile as you sunk down to your knees wanting to return the favor before he split you in two. 

“This belt. This fucking belt.” You laughed, slipping the thick red material through the shiny double loops. He wore this belt all the damn time. It simultaneously drove you mad and caused your pussy to combust. Of all the belts he could wear, he always chose this bright red one and you loved it.

Chris stared down at you in a stupor. “What’s the problem?”

You quirked your head, “Something about this belt drives me wild.”

Chris smirks at your admission but then his jaw falls when your fingers find their way inside his jeans and circle his length. His hips involuntarily jolting in your grasp.

“Fuck, it’s been so fuckin’ long.” He groaned as you pull his rigid cock from the confines of his jeans and playfully lick at his swollen crown.

He stared in fascination as you licked from base to tip before circling the bulbous head with your lips. His cock was heavy on your tongue as you swallowed him down and jerked the base with tight tugs. You rolled his balls in your left palm, clamping your thighs together to ease the ache whenever he let out a lewd groan.

You bobbed your head skillfully over his length eventually feeling his cock swell. You flicked his perineum friskily before pulling away, leaving him painfully on edge.

A deep growl resonated through his chest, “You’re playing a dangerous game, Sweetheart.”

“Then why don’t you punish me?” Your tongue poked out the side of your mouth, hoping he’d take the bait and fuck you on the floor.

He surprised you by shaking his head and dragging that god forsaken belt from his jeans before wrapping each end around his fists. “I’ll get to that sweet cunt in a minute. But right now, I want your mouth back on my cock.”

One moment you were sitting on your heels gloating and the next Chris had looped the belt around the back of your neck pulling you flush against his lower abs.

“Gonna punish that wicked mouth before I open up your cunt.”

His cock bounced in your peripheral as he held you close before easing up enough on the belt for his girth to find your lips once more. He gave you no time to adjust as he pushed his length between your lips causing you to sputter.

His hold on the belt barely gave you any freedom, only allowing you to pull off until your lips brushed his reddened tip. He let you suck on the crown momentarily until he forced his way back into your mouth when he tugged on the ends of the belt.

Your hands sought out his hips as he drove his thickness in and out nudging your tonsils with every pass. His grunts of satisfaction had your core quivering and the way his cock swelled whenever it hit the back of your throat had your eyes rolling with arousal.

“Missed bein’ on your knees for me, huh, Pretty Girl?” His mouth hung open as your debauched groans vibrated his cock in reply. “Missed havin’ my cock stretch out your holes?”

Your belly twisted at his words and then heaved when he pulled on the belt making you take every inch of his length. The breath in your lungs burned and the belt around the back of your neck dug into your skin as he watched from above at your pitiful struggles.

His brows pitched together when he felt your throat convulse, “Lookit’ you droolin’ all over my cock like a good little cock slut.”

You scratched at his jeans desperate to breathe, lungs sizzling aflame and just as your face started to tingle, he pulled free from your mouth letting you fall onto all fours.

You coughed out the stale breath from your lungs while Chris dropped to his knees behind you. He ran his hands over the curve of your ass before shoving the waist band of the leggings and your panties down your thighs effectively trapping your legs together.

-SMACK-

Your head shot up with a shriek when Chris landed the belt onto your exposed skin before grabbing a handful of your behind. “Love this ass. Love watching it jiggle as I fuck you.”

Teeth nipped at your flesh causing you to call out his name in the dim foyer and push back onto his face with a soft whimper. His fingers found your core once again, tracing your slit from end to end before spitting onto your puffy mound.

Your arms buckled and your upper body fell onto the carpet with a whine as Chris spread apart your inner lips, “What a sight for sore eyes.”

He pushed two fingers through your glistening lips, curling his digits just right to make you see stars. Your body yearned as it instinctively pushed back, softly chanting, “More.”

“You think you can take my cock? Think it’ll fit in this tight cunt?”

You whimpered when he smacked his pulsating girth against your soaked core after removing his fingers, teasing your quivering opening with his throbbing cock head. “It’s going to hurt, Baby...”

You shook your head, not caring about the repercussions. You needed his cock, now.

He slowly pushed into your warmth as the foyer filled with debauched moans and low growls. Every inch felt like it lasted forever before he bottomed out, punching the breath from your lungs when he bumped your cervix with his massive cock. He stretched you so wide it felt like you’d split in two if he wasn’t careful.

He caressed the junction of your neck with tender kisses as he leaned over you, “So good to finally be buried deep inside you.”

He kept his hips still letting you relax around his girth until he felt you shift. The growing need to get fucked was consuming your body to the point of vibration once your core got used to the thickness. You wanted him to take you hard. Fuck you into the floor and make your voice hoarse.

He chuckled in your ear at your pitiful attempts of moving under him. He breathed in your scent, the one he missed waking up to every morning while he was away. He withdrew his cock slowly before slamming back into your heat with a heavy punch that made your body shove forward with a wrecked moan.

“Need it so bad, don’t you Darlin’.” He repeated his actions, making your cheek burn on the carpet as he fucked into you so powerfully your world spun. His grip was tight on your hips as he thrusted into your swollen core, leaving crescent moons in your flesh.

“I’ll take care of you. Make sure your cunt is molded back into the shape of my cock.”

His hips never faltered. The steady pace made your body surge with every drive. He reverted to curling his hands around your shoulders making you take every inch he was giving.

Still, you needed more.

You tried to buck your hips, not knowing why you were doing it but your body just needed something. Your hands slammed into the floor and you screamed out in confused agony. Your core was tight and ready to explode but you just couldn’t get there.

Chris stilled his hips watching your turmoil before reaching for the fallen belt next to him.

“Shhh. I’ve got what you need, Darlin’.” He whispered into the dim room while grabbing the base of your neck and hauling you onto your hands.

Your head hung forward despairingly, on the verge of tears when suddenly you felt the rough belt at the front of your neck. Chris grasped both sides again, pulling steadily until you were on the tips of your fingers. Your heart leapt into your throat feeling your neck compress at the odd angle but your belly strained immensely.

Anxious gasps echoed off the walls when his hips began to move. Picking up pace with every drive, sliding over your soaked walls and pressing against your cervix with fury and determination.

Chris tugged on the belt, using the momentum to fuck your body back onto his cock, grinning madly at your raspy, choked moans and the way your walls convulsed. Slick dripped down your tied-up thighs soaking your leggings as he molded your cunt around him.

“Like me fuckin’ into this cunt like I own it?” He grunted, snapping his hips quickly feeling your walls obscenely tighten signaling your oncoming peak. “Gonna fill this pretty cunt. Make you swell with my load.”

Your body bowed; the tension unbearable. Your neck pushed against the unforgiving belt until you exploded into a million pieces when your peak slammed through you. You squirted your release with a hoarse shout, soaking your thighs along with Chris’s as he rode out your orgasm.

Chris groaned sinfully as he felt your cum drip from his sack and smack against your ass with every pummel of his cock. He pulled on the belt savagely until you were slotted against his chest. Chris wrapped his right arm around your waist possessively as your knees buckled, threatening to give out.

His left hand held both ends of the belt keeping your head locked against his shoulder. His voice gruff in your ear as he pounded into you with a controlling force.

“Such a dirty girl takin’ my cock on the floor… like a good breedin’ bitch.” He licked up the side of your face making you whine. The over stimulation had your body thrashing as he kept an even pace, pushing through your folds with a punishing pace.

His left hand tightened the slack on the belt cutting off your sobs instantly. He withheld your oxygen for a few seconds, relishing the way your body locked up around him. Your mouth bobbed open like a fish, desperate for air the entire time.

He eased the tension with a teasing chuckle, “Something about watching you struggle makes my cock so hard.”

He cut your air off again, spearing into your swirling warmth while your hands scratched at the arm wrapped around your waist frantically. The pressure in your belly boiled. You were going to cum and there was nothing you could do about it.

“Lemme feel that cunt soak my cock one more time, Darlin’.” He urged, nipping at your jaw.

His hips stuttered for the first time, getting closer and closer to the edge with every drive. He wasn’t going to last much longer but he wasn’t going to cum without you.

Your mind started slipping from the lack of oxygen and the constant over stimulation. Your body was tired and beaten, but still the pressure in your belly was intent on snapping.

“Gimme that cunt. Cum all over me.” He demanded with a harsh slap to your mound and released the slack on the belt. His fingers slapped against your tiny nub over and over until your body lit up and you shook heavily in his arms, cumming with a silent scream that finished with a feral growl.

Chris grunted in your ear as you milked his girth forcefully. His cock swelled and flooded his spend into your awaiting heat where it welcomed everything he had to give.

Chris slipped from your body and lowered the two of you to the ground panting the final tremors of the ravenous act. Your eyes felt heavy and your body screamed, but you lifted your head to plant a soft kiss on his lips as he leaned over your spent body.

“It’s good to have you home.” You whispered, against his lips as he pulled them into a smile. 

“It’s good to be home.”