The "Take Care" Meme

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The "Take Care" Meme
a shipping meme

Life is hard. You can go through rough patches and over bumps, and sometimes it feels as though you're definitely worse for the wear, both physically and mentally. It's nice to have someone - someone more than a friend - there for you in those times...even if you don't think you want them or deserve them. But they're here, and they'll take care of you.

How to Play:
* This is a shipping meme for more tender, soft moments, but a little more serious than your usual "fluff." It's for people who've been broken down by their experience and those who wish to heal them.
* Comment with your character/your preferences. You may also want to specify whether your character will be the one "cared for" or the one doing the "caring" + pertinent information, but for most effectiveness, it's best to be open to both.
* Comment around.


Prompts
1. Know You've Been Hurt By Someone Else: There are scars left on their heart from a past relationship or fling, and you have to let them know you're not the same way.
2. Can Tell By the Way You Carry Yourself: The person you have feelings for is one of those "cold stone wall" types who pushes people away. Can you get past that?
3. I've Asked About You: You've only heard bad things about this person, but you don't believe it.
4. What's a Life with No Fun: Lighten up a bit! You'd do anything to bring a smile to their face.
5. Please Don't Be So Ashamed: You have a big, BIG secret you don't want the other person to find out about, because surely they wouldn't want to even be near you if they did.
6. I've Had Mine, You've Had Yours: You've both had problems, and it could help to compare wounds so they can begin to heal.
7. Those Lies Heal: Protecting your loved one is more important that the truth, isn't it? It's a lie, but there are good intentions here.
8. You Can't Sleep: Because of past trauma, you're having a sleepless night. Luckily, this time you have somebody to help you and give you some comfort.
9. You Cry Still: The obligatory "seeing your significant other/love cry over something and wanting to make them stop at any cost" option.
10. All Get a Little Taste: Your loved one is sick or injured - literally this time - and you're looking out for them and trying to get them better.
11. You Just Don't Know: Either through magic, torture, or blunt trauma to the head, your special person can't remember you! It's up to you to get them to remember what was between you two by showing all the ways you cared for each other.
12. I Give Her Space: Part of being a careful lover is knowing when you need to leave them alone.
13. Tryna Run from That: Uh-oh, you don't want to fall in love, because you've been there, done that! Maybe there's still time to escape from this...or maybe it's too late.
14. I Will Care for You: After a particularly rough day, you're need a little TLC. Your loved one is going to do everything for you - a bath, food, the works.
15. All the Baggage Just Ain't as Heavy: You know it will take a while for this person to mend psychologically and spiritually, and you're willing to wait.
16. Change the Pace: And the smut option. Show you care through sex.
17. We'll Just Go Slow: You're going to take things one step at a time. No need to rush and define things. Just enjoy each other's company and the healing it brings.
18. We All Have Our Nights: Your lover, because of their past experience, is having a complete breakdown. You have to bring them back from the edge.
19. You Don't Say You Love Me: You both know how you feel, but one of you is having problems saying the four letter word. That's okay, though. Your lover understands.
20. To Save You: After months or years, you've both worked on the problems and old scars and you might just be ready to start something resembling a normal love.
21. CHOOSE SOMETHING ELSE

Comments

[teenyoda]

The sound he made was pure frustration and lust. It was accompanied by the tearing sound of stitches ripping as he pulled his shirt off, tossing it aside and finally getting his belt undone. His eyes were glued to her, watching her finger dip into herself as he hurriedly pushed his pants down, underwear joining a second later.

"Erica..." He crouched down, nose moving to nuzzle in against the hand playing with herself. "Move it."

[better]

Her toes actually wiggled as she watched him strip down, knees rocking in slightly in mild amusement at the sound of him potentially ruining clothing to undress faster. Then as he lowered down to her she sucked in a quick breath, feeling the warmth of his words to her hand. When he told her to move it, she just pressed her finger into herself deeper.

"Like that?" She definitely knew that was not what he meant.

[teenyoda]

He nipped at her fingers, tongue coming out to lick at the side of her lips that he could reach. "No. Not like that."

[better]

Eyelids fluttered shut briefly as his tongue teased against her, a soft gasp drawing an even quicker breath into her lungs. She could feel her heartbeat hammering in her chest, that low draw of her pulse throbbing through her as he rested, poised at the join of her thighs.

Her hand moved slowly, withdrawing her finger until she could just slide her touch between her folds and up to brush over her mound. "Like this?"

[teenyoda]

"Better." It was what he got out before he replaced her finger with his tongue, spearing it to slide into her before he licked upward and sought out her clit to torment.

[better]

She took another breath as his tongue pressed to her and then onto her. The warmth that slid over her made her feel that pressure in her ears, the flush pinking of skin between her breasts. Her breathing growing slightly staggered as she let her hand drag up her middle and press the middle finger that had been tucked within her right to her mouth. It slipped in, between her lips, as she watched him.

The first time he had done this she'd been so self-conscious and hyper aware, but now - now she just wanted to see what he did to her, how he did what he did to her.

[teenyoda]

He looked up and saw her watching him and he felt himself throbbing again. Jesus. Just from her watching him. He licked again, lips fastening around her clit so he could suck on it as he slid a finger into her, eyes not leaving hers.

She tasted like sex and Erica and he could feel how slick she was beneath his tongue.

[better]

Sucking on her finger slowly, she could taste herself as she watched Stiles taste her. The throb that was low in her continued as his mouth settled at her clit. He was definitely going to keep quiet by staying there, Erica however might not remain so silent. A whimper was muffled by her own finger still pressed into her mouth. Her hips shifted slightly, trying to settle herself against his attention.

Her finger slid out of her mouth and found a resting place atop her breast. An idle touch circled around an erect peak as her hips tilted herself up toward him. A heavy breath pushed from her as she watched him. "Do you want to make me come?"

[teenyoda]

His pupils dilated as he nodded, pressing a second finger into her as he worked tongue and lips over that nub. He even tried the barest hint of teeth, something he'd read about. Stiles had been doing a lot of research lately on what it was women liked, research done from their perspective, not a bunch of playboy stuff that talked about how they liked having guys come on their faces.

Not that he'd be against that either, but he wanted a different viewpoint to get the story from.

[better]

Her breath caught in her lungs, a hard gasp that was backed with a whimper. That shift, the press of another one of his fingers - she couldn't help but rock down against him, to try and get that mouth to press harder, to have his fingers press deeper.

Her hand moved from settled on her breast to the top of his head. It wasn't foreceful but instead it just gave her fingers something else to touch to.

[teenyoda]

He pressed in, starting a rhythm of fucking her with his fingers, mouth sucking and licking over her as he did. Watching her splayed like this had him aching, leaking precome that soaked into the sheet as he tried not to just start humping against the bed for some relief.

[better]

The pace he began within her was easy to find. Her hips lifted against it, rolling slightly as her breathing grew more labored. Short, shallow exhales were edged with soft moans. She was trying to be quiet, but it was proving slightly more difficult with the way his hand was pressing fingers into her.

"Fuck," she almost shouted, but she hissed the word outward instead. Swallowing against a nearly dry throat from all the heavy breathing, her foot pressed into the bed, flexing her calf as she tried not to bow her legs, tried not to bracket his head with her thighs.

Her hand slid from the top of his head to settle to her knee then slid downward to try and part her thighs for him more. Further, letting him have more access to her center.

[teenyoda]

Without the sides of her thighs threatening to crush his head, Stiles could concentrate more on the licking and sucking, hand turning to curve his fingers up against her, searching for that spot...

Hearing her curse, knowing how close she was to making actual sounds that would bring his dad up here only had a spike of fear-driven arousal going through him. He didn't even think that was possible. No, he didn't want his dad busting in here, but if he did, he'd see his son eating out a hot blonde. There were worse things he could be caught doing. Hell, there were worse things he had been caught doing.

[better]

The sounds she made kept getting stuck in her throat, which was a good thing considering that she knew his dad was just downstairs, but for the most part she wanted to cry out in pleasures, she wanted to string his name in front of a dozen or so choice phrases about how good it felt, how close she was, and how he was driving her mad. Instead, all she allowed were muffled whimpers as her body writhed beneath his ministrations.

Erica's touch continued to press down against her thighs, keeping her spread for him, glancing down to watch what he was doing how his mouth fit against her and wasn't relenting. That twinge of tension was coiling tighter within her and the more his fingers coaxed against her, the hazier her vision got. She never expected this to transpire when she came over. The day had been long and she had just wanted company, she had wanted him to be close to her and to give her a few hours of rest, but she wasn't going to complain at this level of company either.

God, if all the other girls at BHHS knew that his mouth could do more than just talk for hours there would be a line at the door.

[teenyoda]

Stiles would never complain whenever Erica wanted to change any sort of together time to naked together time. He wasn't stupid. It was also a hell of a rush to watch her trying not to make any sounds, his ego pegging up a notch at the fact that she had to actually do that. That she wasn't faking. Not with how easily his fingers were pressing into her, a fact made easier with each press, or so it seemed.

He fit his lips around her clit, humming because he'd read somewhere that the vibrations were a good thing and he wanted to see if it was true.

[better]

A whimper slipped beyond her lips when his mouth settled around her clit and he pressed that low vibration of sound. It hitched up at the end, nearly a hiccup of sound as her blunt nails dug into her inner thigh. The sounds she made escalated, the soft whimper growing into a heavy panting.

"Stiles," she hissed his name out, low and still to that quiet intimate tone as she felt her body tense. She knew she was close and the flush of color that had settled against her breasts was only growing deeper as her breathing grew more erratic. She could hear the sound of his fingers sliding into her, the hum of his mouth, the huffing of his breath. All of it was just getting her more aroused and closer to her climax.

[teenyoda]

He didn't stop when she said his name, cheeks flushed with his efforts and his own arousal as he tasted her, heavy and tangy on his tongue. His cock was aching with the need to be inside her, but it wasn't about that right now. It was about making her want to scream while seeing if she could keep it contained.

He crooked his fingers inside her, searching along her inner wall for that spot that would get the best reaction out of her as his tongue flicked quickly back and forth across her clit as he trapped it between his teeth.

[better]

It's a definite struggle to keep the sounds to a low murmur. The whimper she presses through teeth is nearing a sob, that breaking sound of wanting to say something but being so tethered to silence that it's more difficult to keep quiet than to not say anything at all.

Her hips press herself down against his mouth and as his fingers press against her inner walls she just focuses on him, on what he's doing, what he wants to do to her and how badly she just wants to feel him hard and inside of her. She wants to have that knowledge of being desired -- not that this doesn't do that for her, because it does, but there's still the desire for that closeness and no matter how incredible this feels, she still wants that full press of his weight against her. She wants to know that he wants to be near her and not just between her thighs. She knows these things, she does, but it's different in those moments.

Not that those moments aren't being pushed aside for the sensation building in her right now as her entire body tenses. Her hips nearly rising off the bed as her body tries to hold onto that sensation of just before the break. A whimper falls from her lips before she bucks, thighs tensing and bowing together despite her efforts to keep them spread apart. They come to close against his head, though her hand still holds to at least keep him from harm. The rush of warmth to her core and the flush of heat to her skin are enough to make a string of hissed words slip free. She tells him to keep going, that he's making her come, that he feels good and how badly she wants him. All of it only a touch above a whisper -- despite how badly she just wants to scream for him to fuck her already.

[teenyoda]

He moves along jerkily with her as she lifted up, not stopping with his mouth or fingers even though his jaw was starting to feel a little overworked. He was more than willing to suffer a little when she was making those sounds and talking like that. There was officially nothing hotter than a hot girl talking about how she was coming. Well, a hot girl talking about how he had made her come. Okay, yeah. That was the best.

He sucks on her clit, tongue flicking rapidly over it as he slid his fingers out, gasping as he lifted his head and looked at her, cheeks flushed and hair messed. "Yeah? Good?" See that expression? That was a puppy wanting to know he'd done a good job.

[better]

Him stopping is a good thing. She's certain if he had continued she definitely wouldn't have been able to keep quiet. There would've been whimpering sharp cries that would've definitely been too loud. As it is she's slightly breathless, her chest rising and falling as her fingers drag up against her body. The light sheen of sweat makes her feel a bit more warm than just the fact that she is warm.

Exhaling, she glances down to him, her fingers pushing into his hair as she nods, "Very good." A heavy breath gets pushed from her lungs as she offers him a crooked smile, "Incredible good." She lifts her chin slightly, trying to beckon him up toward her as her fingers flex in his hair.

"Come here and I'll tell you exactly how good - kind of good."

[teenyoda]

He didn't need to be asked twice. Or once, really, since he was already moving to eagerly crawl up her body. He paused for just a moment to press a kiss to one breast before he hovered over her, then lowered his lower half against her. He angled it so his cock was trapped against his stomach and her, but even that felt ridiculously good.

He let out a small sigh, still smiling broadly as he propped himself up on his elbows over her. "So.. how good was it?" He waggled his eyebrows at her intentionally, smile widening.

[better]

Feeling him move up against her frame, she watched him until he was right before her. Erica leaned in closer sweeping her mouth against his. She can smell herself on him, nearly taste herself against his lips and that drew her arousal around once more. A low hum murmured to his mouth before she smirked at him. Stiles is all of her experience, but since she's been sleeping with him she's branched out a bit in her online search history.

"Stiles, that mouth of yours," she let her words press to his lips. "I want it all over me." Taking a breath, she kissed him slowly, pulling back to speak once more. "You made me come so hard, Stiles. I want you, God, I want you inside me." She wasn't sure if that came out as sexy as she had thought it might. It seemed like it could, but maybe she just did it wrong.

[teenyoda]

The strangled whimper should have informed her of just how sexy he thought that was. "All over you? Because I can do that. I totally can." He's kissing her mouth, sucking at her lips before moving down to her neck.

He really was completely eager to please, willing to do pretty much anything she wanted if it both let him have sex with her (because hello, sex was awesome) and if it made her enjoy herself. His ego was floating along on cloud nine right about now.

[better]

"I do want that, but right now I just want you," she breathed out the words her hips lifting slightly to brush to his frame more than she already was. She needed that closeness, that connection. She wanted it. She wanted him. One of Erica's hands moved along her side and across her hip. She tucked it between their bodies and pressed her fingers against where his mouth had been working her over. She could feel that sensitivity, but she also felt how wet she was. Just at that touch her mouth moved up to his, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth before shifting back to kiss him hard. A low whimper slipped free as her fingers brushed against herself. All she wanted was to keep feeling this good, to not stop that throb that was starting to dull within her.

"So wet," she murmured against his mouth. "Want you, please." The light bit of pleading comes in a near hum of words as she kept up that contact against her own heat.

[teenyoda]

The sound he made was like that of a pained animal stuck in a trap. He somehow managed to reach over to the side table without elbowing her in the face, jerking the drawer open and fumbling inside for the box he'd started keeping there. Oh, thank god. Pulling it out, he managed to get one...two...three condoms out. Shit. He only needed one.

For now.

He dropped the others, not concerned with where they wound up right now as he moved back, kissing Erica with that eager urgency that was making him vibrate. "Just a sec. Just gimme one sec."

Then he tore the packet open and pulled the coin of latex out to begin to roll on himself.