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I like to see them hurt

the hurt/comfort shipping meme

In order to avoid long extrapolation, I'll say one thing: I've noticed that people like what I call "h/c shipping kink." Kink may not be the right word - sex need not be involved - but essentially, crappy things happen to our characters in their crapsack worlds in canon all the time. Sometimes, we like to see them happy. Or relatively happier. And less evil and more adjusted, for those of us who play those types. It's all very self-indulgent.

And, as you can tell from my username, I'm going to be compiling memes that have, for some reason, got micromanaged into ridiculous niches when they should all be under one umbrella. This first project is to wrangle up all the "caretaking" themed shipping memes. Basically, one character cares for the other, be it physically, emotionally, or otherwise. There is also shipping.

The end goal is to weed down redundant memes and, maybe, make this an all-purpose post!

HOW TO PLAY

You know the protocol.
Comment with your characters and preferences. Also, be sure to include whether your character would be the caretaker, the cared for, or if you can play either.
Reply to others.

PROMPTS

Physically Hurt: The traditional h/c scenario. Your partner is hurt, and you break out the bandages to patch them up and give them a shoulder to lean on. May also come with the Florence Nightingale effect, where the "patient" falls in love with the "nurse" thanks to their care.
Emotionally Hurt: You can't put bandages on wounded egos and souls, but you can try your best.
Illness: You're with someone who's sick - maybe even with a long-term, chronic, or mortal illness.
Trauma: Like emotional hurt, this is not an easy cure, and it's even deeper. There will also be blowback on the one trying to care for their traumatized loved one.
Mortality: You're struggling with the fact that one partner may die sooner than the other because of lifestyle or species reasons.
The One Left Behind: One side of the ship is the person left at home to wait and worry.
Triumphant Return: They're finally back and in one piece! Celebrate in the way you two deem best.
Changed by Your Love: You're finding yourself a better person now that you're with them.
Pulled from Depression: You saw no reason to live before you met them.
Physical Protector/Bodyguard: It started out as protection. It became more.
Pure/Impure: You two have varying alignments and varying experiences. Does this affect your relationship?
Remember: Or actually, you can't. You've lost everything about your identity, including your past memories. Needless to say, you may cling to the one person who's helping you. You also may not want to remember your old life.
In a Bad Situation: You're in a dangerous scenario - being hunted, prisoners, bruised and beaten and brought to a strange place - and all you have to rely on is each other. You've been thrown into the fire together and you have to survive.
Inexperienced: Whether it be in romance, sex, or the world in general, one part of the pairing is teaching the other part the ropes. This can encompass so-called "innocence kinks" or age differences.
I Thought I Lost You: Their injuries were so substantial that you thought they were done for. Now, you have to deal with your own emotional
Gentle, Loving Smut: AKA sexual healing and all gentle smut memes or memes that focus on emotional attachment.
Bad Sexual Experience: Similar to the above option, but including sexual baggage that one partner must prove does not always apply.
Trust Issues: One of you has a hard time trusting the other. There may be jealousy involved here.
Unexpected Caretaker: You'd think the sweet one would take care of the dour one, but it's the opposite way around. This is the "surly badasses take care of the one they love" option.
Unwillingly Cared For: You don't need to be coddled. They should leave you alone!
Hurt by You: You have to pick up the pieces of what you've done, thanks to an argument or your temper.
Draining: Caring for them is damaging you and your relationship with them.
Mutually Beneficial: There's not one set "caretaker." You both look out for each other.

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Lioriley, carrying a bucket of water on her hip and a satchel of bandages in her hand, frowned when she spotted him, leylines crackling.

"Dear, darling Estinien," she said with all the love and adoration in her heart and maybe just a tiny little bit of frustration. "Would that you simply asked, I could easily open a window. You should not be venturing from your bed however. Now please. Sit." It was not a suggestion.

Oh no. Crackling leylines. He was on thinning ice.

Estinien sat on the edge of the bed. "An open window is not the same thing. I am going mad from all the laying down and staying still. Would but a five minute walk be the death of me?"

Though not one for puppy-eyed begging, his eyes softened at his question. That desire to move, to do something was sincere enough.

Her own expression softened then. Lioriley set her supplies down with a soft sigh, then moved toward the window to open it regardless. Afterwards, she settled herself in Estinien's lap, arms draped over his shoulders - making sure she didn't jostle his arm overmuch. Thankfully, the sling and brace would keep it steady enough.

"I know, my love, and I am sorry I must hinder you so. But I know that if you were to head outside, you would be more than five minutes - and what if something were to happen to you? It is better you stay inside. I am sure we can find the means to keep you entertained here."

Estinien hmph'd. She was probably right. He would've tried to keep it to only five minutes, but he couldn't in good conscious guarantee it would've stayed that way. Lioriley was right, he just didn't like it.

Still, the breeze that came in through the window was nice. Maybe it wasn't the same as actually being outside, but it was an improvement. But then Lioriley climbed into his lap, and suddenly that very spot was the only place he wanted to be in all the worlds.

"Perhaps," he replied with a smirk. His good hand brushed up Lioriley's cheek. "Did you have something particular in mind?"

Her cheek was warm against his palm; painted a deep purple because for all the times they had been intimate, she was still easily flustered by him. She wound some long strands of silver around her fingers and hummed contemplatively.

"Well, I am here and I have plenty of energy to spare. Should you be inclined to let me take the lead and take care of you, I can surely provide a distraction." Pointedly, she ground her hips down into his, the edge of her skirt riding up a stocking-clad thigh. She kissed the tip of his nose. "But you must promise not to overexert yourself."

He hummed in his throat as she ground against him. The cherry on top came with the sight of the hem of her stockings. That teasing strip of skin between stocking and skirt had his pulse increasing.

Though that kiss upon his nose was some lovely sweetness to go with the spice.

"I've no complaints from the last times you've taken the reins. Very well - distract me however you wish." A beat passed. "And aye, aye, I promise."

Positions shuffled until Estinien was back to laying down, with Lioriley straddling him. His hand slid slowly up her thigh so his thumb could rub over that teasing stripe just over her stockings.

As they shifted into position, Lioriley splayed her fingers across his abdomen and took a moment to simply grind herself down into him again, soft little moans exhaled into the air. Her gaze shifted to watch his wandering hand, a shiver making goosebumps rise along the path of his thumb. She would leave those stockings on for him, given his affection for them. Her dress, however, would need to go - lest it rip or be dirtied by their activities.

"You have been good." She said while tugging her dress up and over her head, baring her small breasts with already erect dusty blue nipples. Her panties were white laced and delicate. "And you should be rewarded for your patience. I know it must be difficult, being stuck in bed all day." She leaned down to kiss him properly on the lips then.

Estinien groaned and pressed back against Lioriley's grinding. Those simple pants of his weren't much of a barrier between them; his cock soon began prodding her from beneath. And even more so once she took her dress off. He smirked as his hand slid up her body to play with one of her nipples. Lioriley's breasts were barely there, but the nipples were the best part, anyway.

"So difficult. It's not even half as fun playing with my own nipples."

"Estinien." So blunt! She was laughing against his lips as she said it however, the breathy exhales accented with soft moans. Small as her breasts may have been, those nipples were sensitive, and each brush of his fingers made her shiver. "I know you quite like them in your mouth as well - would you like that now, or are you content enough with this?"

Ah, there's that pretty laugh of hers. He was especially fond of her surprised laughs, as they weren't typically as reserved as her usual gentle giggles. All the more reason to surprise her - which he seemed to be good at.

Estinien kissed her again before responding, "Now, please. I'm not one for waiting when I don't have to."

He licked his lips as he eyed her other nipple - that way he could keep using his hand on the other, leaving neither unappreciated.

"Of course, my love." He was being exceptionally patient for a man who had nearly tried to escape his sickbed earlier. And her previous comment remained true - he deserved to be rewarded for it. That, and she liked when he used his mouth, if she were being a bit selfish.

She shifted up so he could reach her chest, a hand braced on the headboard and the other winding into his hair, pushing some silvery strands back from his face. "There you are, darling."

A wolfish grin marked his expression until the moment her nipple was within reach. His tongue swirled several circles over it while his fingers pinched the other. He turned his gaze upwards to watch pleasure play over her expression - especially when, with an eager grunt, he started sucking her nipple.

If there was one thing he could be sure of, it was that her pleasure was always obvious. If not in her expression (and it was now, for the record, with fluttering eyelids and parted lips exhaling soft moans), then in the way her leylines illuminated when his tongue and lips enveloped her nipple. Lioriley shifted; heat coiling in her belly already, and shuddered.

Having a lover who glowed - and reactively at that - made pleasing her all the more entertaining. Estinien watched as her leylines brightened, forming proof of her pleasure and emphasis of her beautiful features. He nipped at her nipple with a low groan, and pinched the other at the same time.

As his mouth returned to licking and sucking, his hand slid down Lioriley's body. He pushed the crotch of her panties aside and eased two fingers into her. Her heat made him moan against her nipple. His cock stood hard beneath his loose pants, poking Lioriley's thigh here and there.

"Oooh, Estinien..." she moaned softly, carefully rocking her body to grind into his fingers while trying not to dislodge his mouth from her chest. Her fingers curled into the headboard, the one in his hair gripping tight and tugging lightly when something felt particularly good.

She could feel his cock against her thigh and sighed; craving the feeling of him inside her the second she felt it twitch against her. "Mmm - you are doing too much work, my love."

Estinien kept going a moment longer anyway. As he sucked, he pulled away slowly, slowly, until her nipple and his mouth separated in a burst of suction and a "pop".

"Am I?" he asked, smirking slyly. As continued, he pressed his thumb to her clit and rubbed back and forth. "What should I stop doing?"

Her eyelashes fluttered, leylines sparking bright. The cool air against her now slick breast made her shiver as she leaned back, still grinding herself down into his hand despite her earlier protest.

"Touching me - no. I-" she didn't want him to stop doing that, actually. But still... "I am meant to be entertaining you, darling. Let me... mmn. Let me take over."

Estinien chuckled, his rough voice rumbling through grinning lips. "Then tell me what to do. I'll even stop touching you if you really want me to," he replied, though he still rubbed her clit.

Oh, she was torn now. On the one hand, she really did not need him moving so much with his injury. On the other... his touch was like heaven; her body already singing with pleasure. She squirmed; whimpered, and then finally reached down to grasp his wrist to gently pry it from between her thighs.

"Enough." She said, raising his hand to her lips to lick her slickness from his fingers. "I want you inside me."

Estinien moaned softly as she sucked her wetness from him. As much as he wanted to taste her, watching her eagerly suck at him was a worthwhile sight. His cock throbbed against her inner thigh as best as it could through his pants.

"That makes two of us," he replied barely more than a whisper. "I'm yours for the taking, Lior..."

His thumb brushed over her lip, and his devious smile softened.

She kissed the pad of his thumb, tilting her head to nuzzle against his palm sweetly. For a moment, she just held his hand against her cheek, eyes shut. Then, she felt his cock pulse again, and she slowly retracted.

"I will be swift to indulge us both, then." She said, easing back so she could tug his pants and underclothes off, leaving him bare for her to run her fingers along the length of his hardening cock.

Thus released, his hand drifted down her body and came to rest on her thigh. He exhaled in relief when his cock was finally freed. It throbbed at her touch. Estinien wanted to shift his hips and rub against her hand, but with all of Lioriley's insistence, he willed himself to lay still. That did, however, mean he could focus on watching Lioriley herself. He watched her fingers brush over his erection, let his gaze follow the ethereal glow of her leylines over the landscape of her body. Gods, she was so beautiful, and dream-like, and...and pretty.

Words be damned, all Estinien needed to know was that he loved looking at her and having her touch him. Especially his dick. Lioriley was free to continue doing so, so he could continue loving it. And her.

Lioriley was patient and diligent, her fingers stroking up from the base of his cock to the head, thumb smearing precum over the tip. It was not long before he was fully erect, and it took everything in her not to put her mouth on him. She had offered otherwise first - and she would be damned if she refused him or went back on her word.

She would tease him however, perhaps unintentionally as she shifted back and away from him entirely, scooting to the edge of the bed and lifting her legs so she could slide her panties off. Once discarded, she turned back and straddled his hips. She grasped his cock and aligned the head with the slick folds of her cunt, lowering herself slowly while her other hand braced on his abdomen.

Estinien moaned as she stroked him. He let himself go limp against the bed and just indulge in Lioriley's touch. That was one way to get him to relax. As much as her moving away nearly made him sit up again, watching her remove her panties was enjoyable - especially because of what was to come next.

His hand rested on her thigh again, and he watched his cock disappear into Lioriley's body with a deep, rough groan. Swallowing, he tried to relax again, his hand squeezing while the rest of him was allowed to ease into the bed.

"Hn...you feel good...so tight..." he muttered. He wasn't as much of a talker as Lioriley, but she seemed to like a little affirmation now and again.

Both hands braced for balance once she was fully seated in his lap, a soft moan exhaled as she rolled her hips in slow, teasing circles. Lioriley did enjoy hearing him speak in such intimate moments - enjoyed hearing him speak in general; that deep, churning voice of his like music to her ears.

"And you fit perfectly, as always, my love." She purred, nails gently taking across his stomach as she started to bounce, slow and rhythmic, making sure they both felt each movement in full.

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