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Hello, nurse!

HELLO NURSE meme

You're ill or badly hurt, or at least you think you are. There's only one thing for it: you have to take it easy. Luckily - or unluckily, depending on how good of a patient you are - you have a nurse to look out for your every need, soothing all your aches and pains. An honest to gosh nurse!

Except, actually, they may not actually be a nurse. They may just believe with all their heart that they are one. Whatever works. They're here to make sure you get your medicine and your sponge bath.

Of course, this being a smut meme, the only true path to good health is through sex. Whether the one nursing you back to strength is sweet and pure or sexy and sultry, they'll give you a dose of love-making and some to grow on. Their attention is all on you and, after all, they do know best.

If you're keen on that or not, it doesn't really matter. Their (hopefully) charming bedside manner, soothing presence, and provocative clothing will get you feeling up to strenuous activity. And if your attitude hasn't changed, you're most likely a semi-captive audience.

✚ Comment with your character and preferences and if you're playing the "nurse" or the "patient." You may also want to include if you want more hurt/comfort, non-con, medical kink, what have you! You can even include "ailments," if you wish.
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[[ooc: It's totally canon that Koneko and Kuroka can heal through sex. Yes. Mention whether you want one, the other, or both catgirls in your tag.]]

[Care for this dork after he got banged- and/or scraped-up saving Kuroka from a rival gang ~~whether she actually really needed it or not~~? ...probably with just her, I don't think he'd know what to do with two girls, honestly. XD ]

[Sounds great! The only question - does she help him as-is, or is he injured enough to need healing, but stable enough that Kuroka has time to find a nurse costume first? (It's completely in-character for her to dress up, especially if she fancies him.)]

[Haha, well, Tetsuo tends to have the absurd luck to avoid really serious injuries, when he actually gets hurt at all, so it's probably a lot of flesh wounds and scrapes that look (and maybe feel) worse than they are.]

[Okay! Going with a bit of assumed CR as well, let me know how this looks!]

Kuroka had been friendly with Tetsuo for a while now. Lazy, freeloading stray cat that she was, that tended to happen to anyone who put a roof over her head, after all. But she hadn't expect that merely being friendly wiuld be enough for him to dive right in when she got surrounded by members of another gang who had seen them together, and take quite a beating getting her out.

The worst part was, that was completely unnecessary. Kuroka's Senjutsu allowed her to deal with such riffraff effortlessly, and the Touki that came with... well, she was now the one carrying him back to his hideout, quite effortlessly springing from rooftop to rooftop as they went.

"Not far now, nyan," she promised. "How do you feel?"

Edited 2015-12-27 08:53 (UTC)

Tetsuo was in a bit a sour mood to say the least about getting carried home when he'd meant to be the heroic savior, and he squirmed and grumbled fussily as an expression of his mood. He could have walked, after all. ...even if it might have been a bit slower than usual, fair.

"Kh..! O-oi, 'm fine, yanno...! Had way worse'n this skinnin' my knee climbin'!"

...of course in reality he had a lot more than a skinned knee, even if it was all probably flesh wounds. He was probably just fighting to defend his macho image, knowing him. In spite of his protests, though, he winced a bit at getting bounced along the way.

"Tch-..! ...gh... y..yanno, bit sore, but it ain't nothin' I can't handle! .....w-.. ......whattabout you, you ain't hurt, right..?"

To be fair his wounds weren't life-threatening at all, but Kuroka wasn't keen on letting him get infected. Right now, that just meant keeping him away from the dust and muck at ground level. She'd take care of the actual wounds soon enough.

"Didn't lay a hand on me nyan." And that wouldn't have changed if he wasn't there, which was why she was so determined to take care of him - these injuries were pointless, and taken because of her. "Hold on."

She took a firm grip of him as she jumped again... and completely missed the next building. After a terrifying two seconds of freefall, they went right through an open window of the derelict building he occupied, Kuroka taking the impact to end up kneeling so he'd barely feel anything.

Getting pointlessly hurt (or at least risking getting pointlessly hurt) as a brave but stupid gesture pretty much summed up Tetsuo, really, but his sense of loyalty was a lot more iron-clad than his common sense.

He cringed and clung on to her as she leaped right off the building, wincing as she went through the window with him, and grabbing onto her. ...unintentionally, maybe a good bit more familiar than he otherwise would be, considering how bashful he could be around her. The crazy leaping about at least had distracted him from his shyness, for the moment, but he seemed to adapt more quickly than most people.

Which, having seen the way he drove, wouldn't exactly be surprising to her.

"..kh..! ...w.. ...well, good. Glad yer a'right. ...b..but, uh.. r-really, y'ain't gotta make a fuss 'bout me..!"

"Stop arguing, nyan. I'm going to fuss, and that's that." Especially when it was the kind of fussing she could have fun with. She was a bit guilty he go beat up on her behalf, sure. But that also meant she could go all-out looking after his wounds. In a couple of ways.

She got to her feet easily, moving through his place to set him down on his bed. "Stay there, nya. I'll be back to look after your injuries."

And with that she disappeared from the room. She'd hidden something here a while ago, in preparation for the perfect day to have a little fun with him. And that day was finally here. When Kuroka reentered the room, her usual robe was gone, replaced with a nurse's outfit, albeit one with a very short skirt and one her chest barely fit in.

"How's the patient feeling, nyan?"

"O-..oi..!"

Tetsuo huffed anyway, since not-arguing was really not his strong suit, but grudgingly let her set him down in bed, grumbling as she slipped away. Tetsuo hesitated a moment, then huffed and with a fair bit more wincing (since he didn't have an audience, for the moment), shrugged off his jacket and his tee shirt to take a look for himself at how bad the bruises and scrapes were going to end up being.

Hearing her voice, he glanced up again, about to say..... something, anyway, but his mouth just stayed open, instead, staring at her as she sashayed up to him in that barely-covering-the-important-parts outfit. By the time she'd reached the side of his bed, there was already a pretty obvious tent in the front of his jeans, and judging by that and how bright a red his cheeks were, he was definitely not at risk from low blood pressure.

"....t...tight..... i-I mean...!! K-k-Kurosan, what-... ...w-where'd that even come from...?!"

(ooc: up for the two of them to help Hans recovering from some mild frostbite and some warming up? maybe he snags one to warm himself up after coming to without realizing their intent until the second one joins?)

[[ooc: Sounds good to me! Would you care to start?]]

((ooc: sorry about that. New Years got crazy. If you're still up for this I can start.))

[[ooc: It's alright, I know how the holidays go! Would you be so kind?]]

Hans expected to be dead. He thought the cold had done him in as he closed his eyes he assumed for the last time. Which is why it was so shocking to wake up in a shelter, a relatively warm shelter, and without apparently losing a limb! He moved his fingers and toes and found them all there. A good start. His clothes were on a counter top nearby and a brief peek told him he was nude beneath the covers.

And he was not alone.

He flashed and embarrassed and hopefully disarming smile to Koneko. He didn't know how he lucked out but she may be responsible for saving him. Not to say he wasn't greatful, but the memory of the cold numbing every part of his body was still far too vivid and he could use something to get his blood pumping. "I guess I have you to thank for my life? I want you to know how grateful I am and I will be sure you are repaid for your kindness. I am Prince Hans, and if it would not be too much trouble could you bring me a glass of water?"

He just needed her to come close enough to the bed. He could care less about the water. If she did follow through, his hand would shoot out and snag her wrist, dragging her under the covers with him so he could ensnare her. He did not know just how bad he was when he came in, but whatever they did left him with plenty of strength, for better or for worse.

"Not me," Koneko answered matter-of-factly. "My sister."

It had simply been Koneko's turn to mind their unconscious guest. Kuroka had found him out in the cold while escaping this storm, and while the two Nekomata sister had a questionable reputation with the human kingdoms, she did have a conscience. So the older sister had dragged him to their home, and the two had been taking shifts watching him ever since.

While Koneko was suspicious, though, she did have some manners, quickly fixing a cup of lukewarm water and bringing it carefully towards the bed. Hans perhaps would have been well served to watch her tail - low and still, the position of a very suspicious cat.

And when her suspicions were vindicated, Hans would ten rapidly find himself pinned to the bed by a bundle of muscle far stronger than her slight frame would suggest, and a witheringly deadpan look.

"Mind your manner nya. Or you go back outside."

Hans found out quick just what sort of people he ended up rescued by. Looks were deceiving and the fake smile Hans wore was replaced by an all too truthful look of surprise. He did not have words, not at first. All he could do was stiffly nod as he waited to see if he just spelled his doom. She felt like she could do serious harm to him if she willed it.

It was so surprising he took a bit to register the actual threat. He'd die if truely left out there. A slow and freezing death. There was no way he was going to let that happen. His words came out a bit more horse than he planned as he said, "Sorry. I mean- I'm sorry for my rude behavior."

It was as sincere as he could get. Easier with the actual threat making him so. He laid beneath her grip, watching her face for a sign of his fate. At least the bed was forgiving behind his back.

[Layle here is your typical adventurous JRPG-hero, so maybe he's out raiding some dungeon and ends up hurt, but he DID manage to get the trinket the cat-sisters wanted from the dungeon and they show their gratitude by healing him...

And he shows off how his telekinesis can be used to provide far more than just one set of hands, even if he's laying still and not moving to aggravate his wounds~.

Does that sound like fun?]

[[ooc: That sounds delightful! Do you mind starting up?]]

[Not at all...]

[Slimes. It had to be slimes.

Layle was a dungeon raider of class and rang, in his own not so humble opinion. A man who prided himself on his ability to find creative solutions to problems others claimed could not be solved, and who eagerly jumped at whatever challenge came his way. But slimes, notoriously resilient to all forms of blunt, slashing and piercing injuries and weak to elemental magic, were the kind of people you sent an elemental mage after- not so much a telekinetic whose best hope was to levitate a torch into their gooey innards and hope it didn't go out. He was daring- not foolhardy.

And yet. When a girl like Kuroka crosses her arms, pouts and asks ever so kindly if he couldn't go down in that dungeon and bring back some medallion that had apparently been dropped down in the depths of a slime-infested cave... he had swallowed hard. Looked everywhere but on her bountiful bosom. Nervously, shakily leaned in...

And told her that while having a beauty offering him a nice view was certainly good nourishment for the soul, he was in this business to nourish his stomach and wallet, and in those cases you need something a little more~.

Thus having negotiated an actual PAYMENT for the job, he had then braved the cave and slimes, and after many a battle and throwing slimes against hard walls emerged victorious! With acid burns on arms, legs and some on his stomach, but the trinket had been recovered, the slimes routed, his purse filled... and his burns covered in pain-killing lotion he had to buy from the healers with said payment. So then, all that remained was the matter of his recovery, currently taking place at the sister's abode...]

So... you're the healers here. How long do you think recovery of this will take? Long enough that you'll make back the money you gave through selling me this stuff? Because if so I have to admit, that's a pretty sound business-plan. Devious, but efficient.

( his bio is here; he's a doctor, so this can go either way, although he'll be better as a doctor and a pain in the ass as the patient )

Edited 2015-12-27 06:31 (UTC)

[ooc- Roxy would be a wonderfully stubborn patient, I think they'd be fun.]

( sounds good. since yours is the patient, want to start so i know what mine's treating? )

Getting hurt was an inevitability in Roxy's line of work, eventually even the best laid plans can end in blood. Which is how she ended up with a gash just below her hipbone. Annoyingly large enough to require stitches, but in such a spot that she couldn't possibly do them herself.

And it's for the best to get checked out anytime an injury is in such a sensitive area.

[ooc- hope that's ok. I think it gives the opportunity for an exam, just to make sure she's alright.]

It's been a long day, but it's nearly over. The light is visible at the end of the tunnel by the time Jason makes his last round of the day, a clipboard in hand and his stethoscope around his neck. It's a laceration that needs stitching, so his resident lets Jason take this one on his own while she goes with another intern to check in on someone in the oncology wing.

"Roxanne? Do you go by that, Ms. Morton, or is there something else you prefer to be called?" he asked as he walked into the room, looking up from his clipboard belatedly as he skimmed the paperwork. "I'm Dr. Wilcox...says here you got it pretty good on the hip," he says with a lift of his eyebrows.

He sets down the clipboard on the desk and sits in the chair behind her, jotting something down before getting back to his feet and approaching the gurney. "What happened? Let's see what we're working with here, hmm?"

( ooc: it's totally fine; although heads up, I'm about to go to bed, so that might actually have to be my last one until tomorrow, sorry about that! I didn't expect such a quick response since he's an OC lol )

Edited 2015-12-27 07:10 (UTC)

"Roxy is fine, thank you." Of course he's cute and looks barely older than her. She actually prefers her doctors to be the surly old type, it makes it somehow less awkward to drop your pants for them.

"I tried to help break up a fight and a guy pulled a knife." She's already down to one of those over-starched gowns and she lifts the hem to show him where the wound is. The bleeding has slowed to a trickle from pressure and it is very clean.

Jason nods. "Roxy, all right," he agrees. Her explanation of what happened makes his eyebrows lift, half-impressed and half with general interest. "Ouch," he says.

Roxy moves the gown and Jason leans a little closer. It doesn't look too bad at this point, but she definitely needs stitches. "All right, tough girl," he says, giving her a charming smile, "you want a numbing agent or should I just get in there and do it up?" he asks as he moves away, back toward the desk, and starts to pull open drawers to take out supplies, all new and still in their sterile wrapping.

It's the easiest half truth she can give. 'I'm an international spy' generally doesn't fly well as an explanation for things.

She lays back a bit, getting as comfortable as she can. "Doesn't look like it will take too many, just go to town."

She's had stitches put in on the plane returning from the mission, they don't hurt too bad.

((Could play either role. Prefer more of a hurt/comfort setup for this one!))

[Care for another episode in their somewhat complicated relationship as pirate and bountyhunter, where she captures him after a drawn-out fight and decides to "treat" him while he's in her custody?]

((Works for me! Would you be kind enough to start us off?))

[Sure, sure! Feel free to add/change anything you need!]

It had been rather a protracted fight, given how well-matched their abilities were, between his powers and her power armor. And it had hardly been their first time fighting, although she'd happened to gain the upper hand on him, this time. The notorious pirate now lay on the bed where he was bound in place with rather expensive custom-made forcefield-based restraints. She'd learned the hard way before that he could phase his hands right through handcuffs. ...it had ended up being an enjoyable lesson, if exhausting and a bit frustrating, as it ended in his escape, but Samus of course was one to learn and improve for the next time.

Takeo stirred, rolling his eyes as he glanced about at his restraints, and chuckled, tugging at them testingly. He healed remarkably quickly, but after the walls he'd been put through, he still had quite a few superficial cuts and a few considerably bruises. He couldn't help noticing he'd been cleaned up at least as thoroughly as tied up. Even if he couldn't see her, yet, he was sure she couldn't be too far away.

"...hooh... very impressive, Miss Aran. Invest in all this just for me? You'll make me blush."

Samus hadn't had a proper rivalry like this before. Largely because she overpowered most sentient species by a significant margin, and didn't like to relate to the non-sentients she fought. (Well, there WAS one exception, but she didn't like to think about that at all.) So after Takeo had given her the slip the first time they met (...according to her official report), she'd ended up dueling with him the second time, and had been soundly defeated for underestimating him. Since then, she'd always brought her A-game, And despite the close struggles she'd come out on top this time.

"Don't flatter yourself," Samus' voice came from off to his side. "If you pay attention, you're in my ship this time, not a Federation junkpile."

His head was free, so he could look in her direction, and Samus was sitting at a nearby table (the inside of her ship was rather eclectically laid out) dressed casually and drinking. Yes, her T-shirt, shorts, and hairpin were all themed around her own power suit. No, she didn't give a fuck.

Takeo tilted his head in that direction, raising an eyebrow, and flashed a grin over at her.

"...is that your excuse for what happened, last time? It's still your custody I was in, gorgeous."

He smirked, taking a brief glance around before his eyes turned back to her. And, really, she knew she had no difficulty keeping his eyes on her, when she wanted to. ...in fact, he watched her drinking with more than a little interest. Knowing him, at least partly because he thought it was hot to see how she could put the liquor away, when she wanted to.

"Well. That's not all I was in, before the night was over, was it. ...speaking of which, any chance you plan on sharing that?"

He glanced briefly at her bottom, eyebrows raised.

"It's my excuse for not having decent restraints, yes." Samus took a swig of her drink - the empty glass had been forgotten a while ago, she was drinking right from the bottle now.

She rolled her eyes in response to his other comment. There was no point trying to deny it when they were alone. Fact was, they fucked almost as much as they fought these days. There had even been a few times they'd been at the same club and gone somewhere to screw without the fighting as foreplay. She couldn't resist, the sex was amazing, and it added a new dimension to the game of cat an mouse they had going on.

"No," she told him, taking another long swig. "Not the good stuff, anyway."

Takeo stirred a little more, watching her that much more closely as she drank from the bottle. He huffed quietly and grinned, eyes her lips as they pressed to the mouth of the bottle, her throat as she swallowed, watching her almost as though she was putting on an erotic show for him, whether or not that was her intention.

"...hmmnh, ouch. You upset with me for something?"

He grinned slowly, more than a little mischievously.

"I was really tempted to let you keep me chained up, last time, but that look in your eyes when you felt my hands on your hips... I'd say I'd hoped there were no hard feelings, but I'm pretty sure you liked the hard feeling I gave you."

Samus rolled her eyes again. "You just quit pretending to be subtle the moment we're alone, don't you?" she accused. "You being nice enough to bone me is only going to get you off the hook so many times." She said that, but considering she'd contemplated sucking his cock several times now, she knew there was more to how bad she wanted him than just being sex-starved when they crossed paths.

She finished the last sip of her bottle, then noticed where his eyes were. "You keep looking up every time I drink. Something you like?" She was winding him up as she reached for another bottle.

"Hah! 'Pretending to be subtle,' says the towering Amazon with the powered combat armor, the sexy skin suit, and the personalized handcuffs."

He grinned, tugging indicatively at his restraints.

"I think you know exactly what I like. Like how you know perfectly well you don't need to tie me down to get me in bed, you just like to. ...although, the way you moan when I escape and get you on your hands and knees... ...oh, that's definitely worth the inconvenience."

Takeo smirked at that, as though reviewing the memory. ...or memories. After a moment, though, he narrowed his eyes, watching her a little more intensely as she started up another bottle.

"...hmnh... if you're going to keep making me thirsty, you should definitely share."

"I don't pretend to be subtle, I know I'm not," Samus refuted. "And those aren't personalized. The Chozo just knew how to keep people still."

She didn't dignify his little rant with a response, because she wasn't going to deny it, either. She certainly did greatly enjoy the sex, and he was polite enough that neither of them felt the need to shoot each other in the back afterward. That was worth a little bit of leeway when it came to how securely she locked him up. (Lesser bounties than him had ended up in the stasis locker for much less.)

She didn't reply to that last point either. She just smirked as she opened the bottle, and proceeded to drink the entire thing in one go.

He laughed casually not particularly fazed by her protestations that she totally wasn't doing anything special on account of him; from where he was sitting, she just had to call him "baka" to complete the tsundere image. But the way he watched her chugging from that bottle was definitely more than casual, bordering on hungry.

"...nnh... feeling a bit parched? I'd be glad to offer you a drink, myself."

Takeo flashed a grin at that, his meaning pretty obvious. Not only from his tone and his expression, but that hard-to-miss bulge in his pants. And she was quite well aware, by that point, what to expect she'd find.

She thought that might shut him up. And frankly making him stare like that while he was firmly tied down was a victory in her book. Smirking smugly, she stood up and walked over to him. Her breasts jiggled a little with every step - the simply T-shirt wasn't as supportive as her zero suit, especially with nothing under it.

"Oh, I think I've had enough," Samus commented. "But I could do with something else now."

And she leaned over the side of the cot, nipping at the side of his neck before he had a chance to flinch away.

Takeo watched raptly as she approached him, admiring her curves as the way they moved, as always--and huffed at that nip, shivering and tensing a little, although hardly trying to flinch away, although her certainly strained against his restraints.

"...mnh..! ...hnh, careful, Samus, beautiful... mmn, what you wish for. ...might get more than you're prepared to take, if you're not careful."

[Kuzan here is ex-military in his canon, so I'm thinking that he's ex-federation here, who knew and maybe even taught Samus back during her academy days. He's currently a vigilante law-keeper out in some ass-end of the galaxy the Federation doesn't have much reach in, so he hires Samus to help him clean up some douche-bag raiders making life hard for people under his jurisdiction. She gets hurt, he sort of slips into his old teacher role and oversees her as she gets medical attention... but she chafes under having him see her as a little chick when she's fully grown, and decides to prove just HOW much she's grown (not that she likes it when he takes care of her or anything shut up that's a dumb idea and you're dumb for suggesting it).

Does that sound like fun?]

[Need a little healing magic? Also willing to play injured party. Consensual-only. Crosscanon and assumed CR both ok.]

[[Would Zatanna be okay with an older (26/27) Warren Peace?]]

[Can either be the injured one or NURSE UNDYNE IS HERE TO HELP???]

[He has quite a sweet and caring personality who wouldn't mind nursing his partner back to help. ~~Wearing a nurse's outfit can be part of the deal.~~ canon and cross canon welcome.]

[ The healer. Or she can be the injured party, and your character can sit back and wtf as she heals abnormally fast. ]

Edited 2015-12-28 00:55 (UTC)

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