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[madreen_rua]

the hurt/comfort meme

Hurt/Comfort - Hurt/comfort is a fan fiction genre that involves the physical pain or emotional distress of one character, who is cared for by another character. The injury, sickness or other kind of hurt allows an exploration of the characters and their relationship.

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1. INJURY. You've been injured. Broken bones or bleeding out or maybe just a tiny little papercut. The choice is yours.
2. SICKNESS. You're sick and laid up in bed, at home or in a hospital. The severity is up to you.
3. FEAR/ANXIETY. Something is happening and you're scared beyond belief.
4. LOSS OF SENSES. Sight, touch, taste, hearing, smell, etc. You've lost some important sense or ability and now you're left to deal with it.
5. DESPAIR. Nothing is good or right anymore and you can't shake the depression. Maybe that friend of yours can help though...
6. BREAKUP. You've been dumped. You need someone to comfort you, possibly by the one who dumped you.
7. MAKE UP. Fight or break up, it's time to makeup.
8. RESCUED. You've just been held captive and/or tortured for however long and finally, someone has come to the rescue.
9. BAD ROMANCE. Fight, cheated on, abused, whatever the case is, someone else can clearly see you need comfort from someone who isn't your terrible lover tonight.
10. LOSS. You've experience a loss of some kind and need help getting through it.
11. INSANITY. You're seeing things that aren't really there, hearing voices, or you're just convinced you're at your wit's end finally and you're going to crack. Maybe someone can give you a helping hand.
12. TIRED. You've had a heard life recently and you're just worn too thin to really care anymore. There's no fight left in you anymore. Can someone help change your mind?
13. ADDICTION. Drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling, or any other type of addiction has got you in its grasp. First time or relapse. Will someone be able to save you?
14. INSOMNIA. You can't sleep anymore, no matter how hard you try. Maybe someone can give you company.
15. NIGHTMARES. Or, on the other end of the spectrum, you can't sleep without gruesome, horrible nightmares. Either someone is stuck in your dream with you, witnessing it or they're just waking you up, soothing you out of it.
16. BLACKMAIL. You've been caught doing something you shouldn't and you were blackmailed because of it
17. SEPARATION. You're going to be separated for awhile or were separated for a long time. Either make up for lost time or try to spend every last moment together.
18. VIOLATED. You've been violated in some way. Can include sexual overtones or not. Can someone help you through it?
19. STRANDED. You've been stranded somewhere remote, with no help of anyone finding you for awhile. Can you survive this together?
20. SINS. You're feeling the weight of your sins and guilt clearer than ever. Can someone give you absolution or lessen the ache any?
21. SECRET. It's difficult having to keep that secret of yours, be it a relationship or something you just don't want to share with anybody else. Maybe it's okay to talk about it now though...
22. ADDITION. Babies should be joyous things unless you're in a situation where you know you won't be able to care for them. Either you've adopted or found out you're pregnant.

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[barbedarian]

[ Negan was in no position to argue when Rick approached the edge, even if he could have, because the fact of the matter was that spitting come on the floor was going to get them caught. So he had to embrace the idea that there was power in it, because what choice did he have? Oh, he supposed he could make Rick clean up before he left, but...

No, actually, that sounded rather fun. But not better than enjoying the look on Rick's face when he came, and watched him swallow.

He caught hold of the back of Rick's legs, and held on, sucking down in rhythmic motions until he was sure he'd swallowed down every drop. That was about when Rick went skittering away backward, and Negan released him, letting him stumble. Away he went, putting space between them, so that he could pretend that he had safety with distance. It wasn't real. Negan could have gone after him, and choked him to death easily while he was prone, post orgasmic, torn and broken.

Rick had a lot to be broken about. He was a screwed up guy. He was emotional, and wrapped up in things, and he was going to be a wreck about this tomorrow, but Negan didn't care. Tomorrow was another day; that was the joy of it. Tomorrow meant a new chess match, with a completely different array of pieces.

He concentrated on mopping his mouth, working the back of his fist against the saliva and come on his mouth and beard. He scrubbed a little at it, then, amused, sank back to watch Rick recover.

It didn't take as long as he expected. Not at all. Rick moved back across the room, surprising him, and grabbed hold of his pants, starting to work his pants open. ]

Going to return the favor?

[ He was stunned. He hadn't known what favor to expect--had expected, in fact, to have to con Rick out of it come the morning, but this was a whole other thing. He couldn't have even asked Rick for it with a straight face. Guys enjoyed getting their dick sucked, that was simple math. And if not for having something to gain from doing the sucking, why would anyone do it? Emotion, that was why. Wanting to connect.

Really? Rick wanted to connect with him? That was totally weird. But it was still something he could take advantage of. It'd just take a little more working out to get straight.

That was fine. He could work it out. There was a middle point there too.

He curled one ankle around the back of Rick's, and pushed back on the floor, tugging Rick back with him. ]

Big man. Come on, then. Come on, do it. Do it, Rick.

[ringleadering]

[ Tick, tick, tick.

The countdown for the bomb waiting to happen sounded off in his mind, constantly looping and reverberating but so far not completely exploding. So many times in the past he nearly ignited into a fiery inferno but the connections he forged with others kept him as whole as a person could be in their new world. They all faced so much loss but bonds strengthened resolve and drove people forward when others wanted to stop. If a person had something to fight for, they kept going but if they had someone to battle for, well, they never stopped. They battled until their very last breath.

Rick broke himself down again and again to ensure others remained safe and he fought for them. He took the scars so they didn't have to.

When it came to Negan, he failed to forge a very strong foundation, at least, in the way his group had. Any of his group would do everything in their power to save him, no matter the risk but the Saviors hadn't done the same for their fallen leader. It had to sting and giving Negan something to hold onto could be a card to play.

There were many things Rick knew how to use against a person and while he felt terrible sometimes for it they existed in a world with very darkening morals.

For now, he worked Negan's pants open and pulled out his cock to stroke slowly, thumb pressing beneath the sensitive head on each second stroke to keep the pace different. He never really gave Negan time to get used to it - a twist here, a few pulls and jerks there, pressing and releasing at random times. All in the effort to undo Negan and break something in him.

The shift in position, though, made him pause completely.

While he wanted to be closer, he couldn't be.

But he didn't move back, only resumed stroking Negan, full out ignoring the urge to kiss him or worse. ]

Shut. Up.

[barbedarian]

[ Negan had no idea that he was getting played, that Rick was beginning to get an idea of what his intentions were, and working around how to use his own to break the cycle. Yes, Negan had been ditched, and yes, he liked having people around, but he had no idea that it was harder for him to be alone now than it would have been before.

The problem was, it had been a long time since he had been with anyone willing. Oh, people had slept with him for power, but nobody had ever made him come because they wanted to. It was a whole other thing, and nobody had done that...not since he was last with his wife. Oh, he'd come close, with his mistress, and with his wives since then, but they were so fair weather that they'd left him here to rot. They didn't care how he felt.

So why did he feel like Rick did? Because he was returning the favor? It was absurd, and yet Negan was struggling a lot with the sense of it because Rick was right there, the whole heat of him, an intensity that carried absolutely no shame with it. For some fucked up reason Rick wanted him. Maybe it was the conversation.

He rolled his hips upward, grunting, helpless to the way that Rick pushed him. He ached with it, with desire to do more and the impossibility of it, in his current situation. Rick wanted to do more too, he could tell, but they were pressed for time, and things were delicate as it was.

So, inexplicably, Negan shut up, but for his soft moans, the breathless effort that he was making not to be too loud and give them away. If his prison really was being watched by the man with the stick, then Negan didn't much want him walking in here. It would screw up any chances he had of using this as a power play over Rick if all of his folks knew about it.

Besides, he sort of wanted it to happen again. So if Rick wanted him to shut up, he'd shut up, curling his fingers into his hands until the nails dug into his palms, and breathing harder by the second.

If it was a victory, why did he feel like Rick had won? Again? ]

[ringleadering]

[ Every time he breathed out, he happened to breathe Negan in and it settled more of the fog over his mind. From within the twisting fog, he reached out in more than just a physical way and while he planned to break Negan down, he also shattered himself in the process. If only he could be more distant and clinical; both of which Shane had mastered very early on in their training. But being detached just never worked well for him because he always became too invested. He cared far too much about possible outcomes and while it made him incredibly dedicated, it also unhinged him when things went wrong.

And did things ever go wrong in their new world.

Brutality drenched their daily lives and while he fell into its depths at times, he couldn't seem to with Negan. When they first captured the man, he should have finished the job and ended him right then and there. You always trampled the serpent beneath your boot to not allow for it to curl around you and whisper the sweet nothings you are longing to hear. The honey soaked promises were dangerous and drifted focus onto the possibilities that never really existed in the first place. The allure for capture being far more important than the actual validity of what led there.

Negan easily reached for charm but there were already cracks forming in his facade and Rick could tell the solitary confinement had started to influence him. How ironic given how often he used to throw others into a cell. Just desserts or something similar.

The sounds falling from Negan's lips and the scent of him overwhelmed Rick and he pressed closer because of it, stroked his hand faster. Without really thinking about it, his lips messily ran over Negan's neck. Everything about the moment was hurried and raw in a way sexual matters never were in the past for him. It nearly felt addicting, which again he needed to stop.

Why did he have to feel so drawn to Negan?

His teeth scraped along Negan's neck as squeezed his cock, nearly an imitation of how things could be in another kind of circumstance. ]

[barbedarian]

[ Things flipped on their head, and Negan was honestly struggling just to keep everything in focus. Which of them was winning, which way was up, who was who's prisoner. It didn't matter if Rick was more into him than just accepting a warm hole around his cock. It didn't matter if Negan was just a little too much into him in return, as though he'd arranged to get caught, tied up, with the threat of assassination hanging over his head at every moment, just so that he could seduce his own enemy.

It was crazy, and he was done thinking about it, done worrying about his own motives, and Rick's, because essentially none of it mattered. A game of chess could be won or lost by the most unexpectedly mundane of chess moves, made long before the killing blows. He was still playing now, would be playing for who knew how long, but who the eventual victory went to was hard to say.

Right now, it didn't matter. He was just enjoying the game.

He was enjoying the warm, willing, powerful body that was moving over his own, the fact that Rick seemed to manage to play out being dominant and submissive at the same time. The squeeze around his cock, in particular, was something that he found incredibly promising, but at the same time, teeth grazed the stubble at his throat, and made him growl with desire, tipping his head up and exposing just a little more for Rick to nibble. ]

God, yes. You wanna make me come, you gotta try harder than that, sweet stuff.

[ That was crap. He was perilously close as it was, but his silent obedience from before only went so far. ]

[ringleadering]

[ Sweet stuff? The nicknames from Negan were always something different and certainly not something Lori ever indulged in during their marriage. Then again, neither did he but Rick always struggled with voicing his emotions overall and handled actions far better. There were actually so many ways to see he cared but not many took the time to decode his behaviors to figure it all out. Something else Lori never indulged in and he knew better than to assume Negan would be any different.

Their current indulgence would only be a game for Negan, a way to win something or another. For what exactly, Rick needed to figure it out, which meant more proximity with Negan. A danger given his attachment to the man but they needed all the possible facts. At the end of it all, Negan knew a lot and he could be an asset if given the right motivation.

Who knew Negan would want him in any sort of way.

The growl made a shiver run down his spine and okay he really needed to finish this up now. They were becoming too intimate with one another and he couldn't lose himself in Negan. Just no.

With a shake of his head, he shifted his body around until he managed to take Negan's cock into his mouth, sucking hard and scraping his teeth lightly. ]

[barbedarian]

[ It was staggering how easily Rick took advantage of any fault in his defenses. This was just another example of that. He ingratiated himself into the spaces that Negan left open, and before he knew it, he was laying there panting, flat on his back, inclined completely to his present surrender as Rick wrapped his mouth around his cock.

There was nothing quite like it.

The thing was, blow jobs from dudes were always better. Always. And Negan's tough guy image - and his marriage before it - hadn't exactly made it easy to wander on this side of the tracks. But Rick used his teeth just right, sucked just hard enough, had Negan's toes curling in a few seconds, digging deep just to keep his moans at a low enough register that nobody would hear him--a necessity to learn in a world full of things that would eat you if you made a sound.

He'd thought that he would only get a hand job out of it, and even that was unexpected, but this... This was off the charts. Rick was actually blowing him, and if Negan could think actual thoughts, he would yip in victory, because Rick would never want anyone knowing about this.

To be perfectly honest, though, he was just enjoying it far too much to give a shit about who was winning, getting a grip on Rick's head with both hands and rolling his hips, undulating upward rather than thrusting, so that Rick could move with him. There was no need to be an insensitive receiver. But he needn't have worried too much. Mindless with desire as he was, it was thirty seconds at most before he came, holding onto Rick tight to make sure that he took it all.

Exhausted, he sank back again, pawing at Rick's hair while his cock twitched, the last of his seed oozing onto his tongue. Make him swallow every drop.

Finally, he forced his hands to relax, no longer white knuckled, stroking at Rick's cheeks and hair almost lovingly. ]

Well I know I'm going to sleep well tonight. Rick... [ He licked his lips, suddenly unsure what he wanted to say, just that he wanted to make sure that this wasn't the only time they ever did this. ]

[ringleadering]

[ Breaking Negan wasn't really too much of a challenge but he never anticipated how much he would break along with him. The man existed as a pain in his side and destroyed so much of what they attempted to build up around them the past few months. The war really took its toll on nearly everyone and everything. So many they cared for were no longer with them and yet through it all the man continued to breathe. No one understood his reasoning and all cried for an example to be made but it felt too much like Negan's kind of example to viciously kill him in full view of everyone. They needed to rise above their anger and look to the greater picture of what rested before them.

They also needed to be better. The words of Dale, Hershel, Bob and Beth constantly rang through his mind and he would not dishonor their memories by falling into the traps Negan made for himself.

He would create a better way. He would and maybe Negan could be a part of it. They once gave the Governor a chance for something along with his community, despite everything he caused.

Focusing on the task, he pushed the thoughts away and began moving his head a little quicker along with Negan's movements. In no time at all, he felt the release in his mouth and he tried to swallow it and not choke at the same time. It had been a really long time since he gave a blowjob - since the few random encounters at the Academy during a breakup period with Lori.

Pulling back, he wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes looked down at Negan and his heart clenched a little in his chest. There were too many reasons he couldn't kill Negan. ]

Good to hear it. We got things to discuss tomorrow. [ Hesitating only a moment, he surged forward to kiss Negan roughly, losing himself just for a second in the oncoming heat. ]

[barbedarian]

[ Maybe an assassination would have been a good way out. At least it would be quick. Here, like this, Negan had a strange, messed up hope for any kind of future. He could be imprisoned or enslaved for years, if Rick's success at rebuilding civilization started here. Hell, if prison and rehabilitation started with him, who knew what it would become. He didn't want to be shot in the head either, though. That would suck. Though to be fair, it really was just deserts, considering the people he'd hurt, the faces he'd burned off.

Rules had been broken. If Rick and the others did punish him, it was for breaking the rules of a moral world, a world that he had thought was over with, at least for now.

But they had killed his people first. That was what it came down to. If his folks had killed Rick's, he would have come after his people with just the same vitriol--and did. A war of retaliations, which nobody could ever win.

Like sex, really.

Negan stared up at Rick, watched him hungrily as he lifted off his cock, swallowing his come as he did. No point making a mess--obviously Rick thought so too. It didn't make it any less alluring when the man close on him, pressed those same lips that had just been wrapped around his dick straight against his mouth, and earned himself a chuckle from Negan into the kiss as a result. It was a dark, promising chuckle, amused with himself, amused with Rick.

He didn't have nothing to say, not when he had a mouthful of tongue, and he tipped his chin up so that he could get a better angle on Rick's mouth, lashing his own back against the attacking muscle, making eager work of it. He wanted Rick to come back. "Things to discuss". Yeah. That was one thing to call it. At least the kiss did a good job of silencing him for now, though. ]

[ringleadering]

[ Untold dangers glistened in his eyes, offset by the never ending spiel of honey soaked words falling from his lips. The ones others just wanted to believe, nearly as if the man could take on anything in the world and come out on top. A rarity in their dangerous world but Negan managed fairly impossible things, just in a different sort of way than he had. Regardless, they were two pillars tested through fires and blood but somehow standing at the end of it all. Death should have come for them long ago and at times Rick wondered how he managed to retain his grip on living when so many others failed to reach out in enough time. They fell in scattered remains and Rick had to constantly navigate through their bones. Fighting with all he had to live up to some standard he placed for himself to keep as many alive as possible.

But he failed. He failed so often.

Negan, on the other hand, took a harsher approach and never seemed attached to many others around him. If they died, they died. But when it came to him, Negan appeared to have more investment, which drew him closer when it should have made him turn the other way and run.

Things were always a battle with them and in the end, Rick usually tipped things into his hand but now he wondered if Negan let him. If so -- why? The thoughts prickled along his mind as they kissed and why had he initiated something far more intimate? The other acts were easily written off as getting off and a mouth being a mouth but kissing.

Slowly, he pulled away, biting back the deep groan and the shiver scattering along his back from the sudden cold as he put distance between them. He needed a better hold on things and never allow for this to happen again.

Weakness could not be tolerated. ]

Was decent. [ A low murmur and a twitch of his lips as he looked down at Negan. Something inside of him ached but he ignored it and with sheer iron will he turned and walked to the entrance of the cell, stepping out and locking it behind him. The finality of it stuck a cord within him but he ignored it too. ]

Morgan will be by and I'll be stop by before I leave for a couple days. [ After his meeting with Simon, he needed to make a show of good faith but being there to begin the trading post and setting the ground rules for the new way the communities would run with one another. If he managed to not fall over in the process, of course. If he left now, he could sleep maybe an hour or two. ]

[barbedarian]

[ Negan just took a good breath when he was free to, not sure what he was expecting. He'd decided to give up on expectations as far as Rick was concerned. He was a screwed up guy, and nothing about him made sense. but at least he wasn't the only one. Getting kissed by the guy was out of the blue, and technically speaking way too intimate. Way too confusing. It was the kind of thing guys did in the showers when they were experimenting with each other, not two grown men who made out it was all about letting off steam.

The compliment was a whole other layer of confusing, but it wasn't like Negan wouldn't return it. It had been a damn good blow job.

He had to resist the urge to laugh, pulling himself back upward with genuine effort, ignoring the cuffs even though he could have returned them to his ankles. The fact of the matter was that he'd rather they were off, and he could always tell Morgan than Rick took mercy on him when he'd dropped in. He didn't have to mention the oral sex.

Still, his eyes crinkled minutely as Rick moved back to the other side of the bars, locking them. He winked at Rick. ]

He says, with the look of a man who's used to closing up again after monkey business in the cells.

[ He raked a hand back through his hair, and played Rick his most carefree smile, pulling his own protective walls back up. It was half hearted mockery. ]

Don't worry. I'll keep our dirty little secret. Get some sleep, Rick. You need it.

[ringleadering]

[ With one last lingering glance, Rick left the cell and walked back towards his house, ignoring anyone who gave him a pointed look at being in there so long. People would think what they wanted to regardless of what he tried to say so why even bother? When he made it to his bedroom, he didn't bother to clean up and just crashed, on top of the blankets and everything. Not even an hour later, Carl woke him up, explaining about Simon being there and a few other things he couldn't seem to grasp onto.

Stumbling to his feet, he managed to make it to meet Simon and begin the negotiations. The man had a more shrewd attitude than Negan but he found it more surprising to see Sherry back after everything Dwight mentioned about the woman. Apparently, she went by Honey now and ran things with Simon, although, she seemed more in charge. Her attitude worried him far more than Negan's ever had.

And because of said attitude she demanded they leave right then and set things up or the deal would be off. So, rather than sleep again, he loaded up the vehicles and headed out.

It took longer than anticipated and when he managed to return to Alexandria, a week had nearly flown by. They ran into some difficulties, shown by the blood and dirt caked all over him and the various gashes scattered along his body. The walker hoard had been taken care of, at least, and all the communities agreed to the terms. They were all set up but Rick would need to keep an eye on things and it meant even less sleep than he already enjoyed.

Between the trading post, supply runs, running the community and keep everyone safe, Rick had very little time for anything else.

Starting towards his house, he paused and decided to go and check on Negan instead. It had been longer than a couple of days, after all, and he wanted to make sure the others hadn't mistreated him in his absence. It didn't really occur to him how extra terrible he looked. ]

Hey. [ The word was a soft greeting, Rick leaning against the bars. ] Simon showed up earlier than I thought and brought along somebody. Had to take care of things right then. Sherry is in charge now. She's goin' by Honey. Don't think she likes me much.