You can pry the whump and hurt/comfort from my cold, dead hands

[pippilongsockings]

hurt/comfort smut; meme Bruised. Beaten. Stabbed. Sapped of energy. Tricked. Mentally played and abused. Perhaps you've even seen your home world destroyed, depending on how Homestuck you are. Any way you slice it, characters go through a lot of crap. There's nothing wrong with wanting to see them get pampered and taken care of when they're ailing. In canon, they may not have someone who can provide them with care when they're injured, support and love when they're sick, and physical intimacy all around. In this post, AU or other scenarios can provide them with a caretaking partner of their very own (or, maybe, someone to take care of, if the reverse is their preference). So, for once, weary traveler, you don't have to carry that weight all by yourself.

to bring you out of the darkness; The injury may not be a temporary physical or mental one, however. Some characters suffer more deeply, even if they don't know it. Darkness covers their hearts, they're withdrawn, insecure, angry, or lonely. They need someone to reach out to them and show them unconditional love. This post can provide that, too. Whether it be the cliche and shameless "changed by your love" trope or something more subtle like getting someone to open up, the characters here can offer that and more. All are welcome, they just have to take that first step. » Comment with your character, canon, preferences, and info about what your character's role would be, if you'd like. » Reply to others. » Thread.

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[improbable_logic]

( His wet lips parted, a faint blush to his cheeks, his hair messy... Spock betrays so many of his emotions by appearance alone. He would feel ashamed if he weren't in such a state of sensual eroticism. The likes of which he hadn't entirely experienced with Uhura. Questions, so many of them, flooded his mind.

All silenced the very second Jim commands him and in one smooth, swift motion, he stands. Even aroused, his movements are graceful in their precision. Halfway up, one of his hands slide from Jim's hips to the column of his throat, a feather-light but insistent touch. )

An order for this is hardly required...

( Spock teases in that same damnably formal tone. With one hand to the back of Jim's neck he pulls him closer, closing the gap between them as he obeys the command. A soft, breathy moan escapes him and he presses himself more insistently against Jim, whimpering at the simultaneous too-much-and-too-little friction to where he needed it most. If Jim held even a shred of doubt about Spock's desire, the swell of hardness beneath his trousers would eliminate every bit of it. )

[onlywinscenarios]

( Spock looks downright beautiful at the moment. He always is, but typically in this untouchable distant way outside of the times he gives Jim little smiles or playful eyebrow raising. Jim feeds on those moments but nothing could prepare him for this. Now all Jim wants is to fully debauch him, to make his hair messy, his expression wrecked, his head tip back with pleasure.

Jim meets him in the kiss with pent up passion, not taking it slow or easy, licking his way aggressively into Spock's mouth to taste him. One hand dives into his silky hair to hold him there but he can feel Spock's eagerness. There are few things sexier than someone wanting him desperately, and it's Spock.

Jim wastes no time at all by dropping his hands to Spock's trousers and his fingers are skilled, fast, knowing. This is hardly the first time he's been in a rush to get someone out of their Starfleet clothes, it's just been a bit. He himself is already stepping out of his clothes, diving his hands under to grip Spock's bare ass and squeeze it, tugging him into Jim's knowing and rocking hips.

If he could keep kissing Spock forever that would be great but he needs to breathe and he also needs to break them apart long enough to tug Spock's shirt off him and over his head. Jim gives a very quick but very thorough glance over him, breathing raggedly.)

Take off the rest of your clothes and get on my bed.

( It is somewhere between an order and a genuine plea, he just has to see this fantasy come to life, Spock spread out on his bed, his perfect long limbs stretched out on his sheets. )