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The HURT ME Meme
For kinks of pain: physical and emotional.

WARNING: Prompts will contain sexual and violent content and triggers. Click with caution!

THE PHYSICAL:
1 - Slapping. Bare-handed: including spanking, face-slapping.
2 - Flogging. With a leather flog, as soft or hard as you want.
3 - Breathplay. Cut off their oxygen.
4 - Beating (soft). Leaving bruises and marks.
5 - Waxplay. Feels like a burn, but isn't.
6 - Biting. Use your teeth.
7 - Gunplay. It might be the hurt, or the threat of it.
8 - Bloodplay (soft). Just a few cuts…
9 - Sexual exhaustion. Forcing them just a little too far, until it hurts more than it feels good.
10 - Suspension. Bind them so they can't (or can only barely) touch the ground, and wait for it to do its trick.
11 - Dubious consent. Don't know if they want it or not.
12 - OTHER.

THE EMOTIONAL:
1 - Loss. You've taken away something they care about deeply, perhaps destroyed it - or killed someone close to them.
2 - Rejection. All they want is you. Best to crush their feelings into the dust.
3 - Humiliation. Take away their pride.
4 - Punishment. They've done wrong. Time to let them know exactly how.
5 - Revenge. They've hurt you personally, and you want to hurt them back.
6 - Deception. Use the truth, or a lie, to make them hurt.
7 - OTHER.

THE HEAVY:
1 - Beating (hard). Draw blood, leave scars.
2 - Whipping. As hard as you want.
3 - Choking. The hard side of breathplay.
4 - Burning/Branding. Leave your marks.
5 - Fisting. The whole hand.
6 - Oversize Penetration. Double, triple, or just larger than they can take.
7 - Mutilation.
8 - Amputation.
9 - Vore.
10 - Guro.
11 - Non-con. They don't want it, but you'll force the issue.
12 - OTHER.

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[Balthazar lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, and smiles gently.] And it's over now.

[He moves down the bed a little to get a closer look at the burns left behind. They're not nice at all; worse than he'd have expected. Still, they should heal well enough.] Let me get a bit of aloe on the worst bits, to cool you down.

[He reaches to grab the bottle of salve, pauses, and as an afterthought sets the box of candy on the mattress next to Loki's hand. He imagines he'll have to help him drink the juice, but provided the wrappers aren't too much of a challenge, maybe Loki can help himself to the sweets.

The aloe has a very green scent, like crushed herbs. Balthazar starts at one of the bands along his ribs, dabbing the liquid gently with his fingertips. The first touch will probably sting, but it's an effective treatment; the pain should ease quickly.]

[Loki offers a grateful smile as the candy is moved closer, before immediately reaching for another piece. In part, the act of working the wrapper - not impossible, but not easy in his current state, either - gives him something else to focus on, so he doesn't fidget at the sight of Balthazar working out some of the salve.

Still, he can't help but tense a little as Balthazar reaches for him. And at the first light dab of the aloe against his burned skin, Loki visibly flinches, and there's a crunch of him biting down hard on the candy. But after the initial stab of shock, the scent is...actually very pleasant, and the sting fades to an almost tingling numbness, edging on chill. Loki relaxes back into the mattress with a sigh of relief.] Good...

[He wasn't expecting the crunch, and glances up at Loki's face in mild alarm. He almost laughs when he realizes it was just the candy, a wide, warm smile flashing across his face.

Without saying anything, he resumes his work, spreading the aloe gently across his ribs, then moving to the burn on his stomach. He uses more gel there, remembering how sensitive the skin is, and spreads it thicker. Last to be treated is his chest, and once it's soothed, the angel wipes his hand on a handkerchief and moves up next to Loki's head and shoulders again.]

Would you like the juice now, love? [If he seems to be using endearments more liberally than usual, it's because he is. Loki certainly deserves them, and Balthazar feels like maybe he deserves to use them right about now.]

Please.

[Balthazar is definitely using endearments more liberally than usual. Even Loki can notice that. But he doesn't mind, not now. He feels like he deserves them, for once. Just the act of being cared for, fussed over, feels...decadent. Something he can allow himself only rarely, but this is one of those times. Especially since it's not quite as much of a necessity as it's been in the past, not really.

Not compared to the first time Balthazar brought him home.

Loki sounds drowsy, languid, once more, soothed by the easing of pain and just the sensation of Balthazar's hands working his skin gently. Words aren't coming easily, but it's only partly due to any real difficulty in marshaling his thoughts. The other side is that they just don't seem as...necessary, right now. He's earned the right to stop, for a while.

Still, Loki manages to prop himself up long enough to accept a few swallows of the juice. Once the glass is empty, he licks his lips a little in approval.]

You're endearing when you're relaxed like this. [Balthazar thinks he's endearing most of the time, really, but this mood is new. Another facet of the complicated being he's become so deeply entangled with. He's seen Loki desperate, defiant, enraged, amused, and even tender. And now vulnerable and trusting on a level he suspects few others have ever observed.

He already commended his lover's courage in this venture. He's actually a little bit proud of himself, as well. They've both earned this.] If you want to do this again sometime...I'd like to. Very much.

[He sets the empty glass aside, then fusses about the nightstand a moment, wrapping a hand towel around a few pieces of ice. Turning back, he nudges the covers aside and carefully arranges the compress against the bruised thigh. Loki's own healing factor will cover most of that damage, but the chill ought to feel all right, and if he can limit the swelling it will heal faster.

This done, he rearranges the blankets on top of the other man and takes both of his hands, raising them up to kiss the backs of his fingers.]

Mm. I can get more juice if you want it, darling, but if you're ready to sleep, that's all right, too.

[In this, Loki can reply without hesitation. Looking up at Balthazar with half-open eyes that are nevertheless noticeably more focused, he answers:] So would I. [Very much. Maybe one day, when he's...steadier, calmer, and has maybe started to untangle a few of his many emotional knots, they might even try turning the tables again.

But for now, it's easier than ever to trust. He's trusted Balthazar to make him helpless, to take away his voice, with powers that are the very antithesis of Loki's most secret, innate, and reviled nature.

Compared to all of that...this hardly feels like anything at all.

He settles flat onto his stomach, the better to avoid jarring the compress. Once Balthazar has it settled to his satisfaction, Loki tugs the blankets up a bit higher, until they're over his shoulders. After being so forcibly, thoroughly oversensitized, having a layer of...softness, between himself and the rest of the world, is particularly appealing just for now.

He's prevented from settling fully by Balthazar gathering up his hands, but Loki finds he can't complain too much. A smile playing at the corners of his mouth, a contented sigh leaving him, he lets his eyes fall entirely closed once more.]

Sleep. Thank you.

[...still with just a touch of hesitation, Loki adds:] Can you stay?

[The angel continues to kiss and nuzzle gently for a moment or two, but relinquishes his hands eventually, rises, and tugs his own shirt untucked. Smiling over his shoulder as he tosses the garment aside, he answers:]

What, you thought I might be leaving? I'm in no hurry to clean up. I want to be with you, sleeping or no.

I wasn't planning on going anywhere unless you asked me to. [Already barefoot, he removes his belt but leaves the trousers on. He puts the candy bowl aside before sliding under the covers next to his lover and smoothing back his hair.]

I'm here. I'll still be here when you wake. [An invisible wing arches over him, without quite touching. More a shield than a blanket this time.] And after you wake and start getting snarky with me again, like you normally are, I'll continue to stay, and love it.

Rest well, Loki.

[He hadn't really thought that Balthazar might leave, no. But old habits, old impulses, are hard to break, and Loki sighs in relief to hear that that won't be the case. He moves aside just a little as Balthazar settles into bed, before pressing closer to him once more - not quite cuddling, but visibly welcoming his presence.

Slowly, Loki lifts his hands and runs his fingers gently over the air where he can feel that the wing is. Maybe he can't actually touch the feathers like this. But hopefully the sentiment is there all the same. That of love and devotion and trust, of the sort he's not at all certain he's ever felt for anyone before.]

I love you. [The words are little more than a whispered prayer, as he curls up once more, safely shielded, and closes his eyes.

For all their damage, for all their issues, he's starting to get used to the idea of sleep as a peaceful thing. And, with Balthazar a warm, solid, present line behind him, with Loki too exhausted to doubt, it is once again.]

[He can't quite feel the touch. Not in the sense of nerve endings reacting to stimulus, anyway. But he knows it's there, knows the intent, and it sends a very pleasant shiver up his spine.]

Oh... [He sighs and relaxes, letting his vessel's eyes drift closed. His own eyes, those of his trueform, will watch the night away. He wants to remember this.] I love you too.

[And that's all that remains to be said, at least until the morning.]