wickerpark | the emotional support meme

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the emotional support meme

Everyone has bad days. Everyone needs a little support, someone to listen to their woes or just silently hug them and not mind tears or emotional ranting. What reason is life crushing you today? How will you cope with it?

directions

1. Comment with your character, series, preferences, etc in the subject.
2. Roll a number between 1-20 with the RGN for a prompt.
3. Reply to other comments and play the scenario out!
4. Bring tissues.

prompts

1. LOST SOMETHING You lost something important: this could be a person, a family heirloom, or your job… something big or small, it still affects you personally. Can you find it, or get a new job, or find some way to fill the gap in your chest?

2. LITTLE THINGS Little things have been building up: bills, annoying neighbors, your cat is hiding from you, coworkers being jerks. They’re not huge by themselves, but can be when put together. Can you solve them one by one? Or all at once?

3. DEATH Someone near you recently died. It could be someone you loved, someone you hated, a friend or enemy but death is never easy to get over, from funeral arrangements to regrets. Having someone there for you helps, though.

4. BAD DAY It’s just been a bad day. Someone yelled at you, a car splashed mud all over you, you woke up late, and your milk went sour. Can someone cheer you up?

5. LONELY One of the hardest things to get over is being lonely. It either takes a lot of personal strength or the strength of yourself and someone else combined. Can you see that you are not alone, or will someone be able to show you?

6. DECISION MAKING You need help making a big decision: something important, something that could change your life and the life of others around you.

7. INJURY Anything from tripping to getting into a car accident is never fun, and sometimes, you need some help getting over your injuries, but that is what friends and family helping you out and giving some tender loving care are for.

8. DISAPPOINTMENT You were hoping to get or achieve something, but didn’t, and now you have to live with the disappointment. Can someone help you see the bright side of things and get back up to fight again?

9. FIGHT You had a huge fight with someone involving fists, words, throwing things, or anything else a fight might entail, and are left emotionally distraught. Can someone comfort you, and maybe bandage up your wounds too?

10. EXHAUSTION You have either not been sleeping well, have a lot on your mind, too many responsibilities… and it is all weighing down on you. Do you have someone to vent at or someone who can distract you or convince you to relax?

11. JUDGMENT Someone criticized you, and it wasn’t the healthy kind either. Those always hurt the worst, but surely someone will convince you it’s not true.

12. MISSING SOMEONE There isn’t much you can do about someone being on a long trip, moving away, or wanting an ex back, but maybe it would help if someone was there to miss and remember them along with you.

13. FORGOTTEN You have been feeling neglected and forgotten lately, for no reason at all, or maybe there is one. Is there someone to stop this feeling?

14. BROKE UP Ending a relationship is never easy. Sometimes it’s for a good reason, other times it’s a mistake, but it happens anyways. You still need someone around to help you adjust to being single again, maybe convince you to celebrate.

15. JOB DEMANDS No matter what industry you are in, sometimes, it’s sucks. Audits? Mountains of paperwork? Insane hours? It can make you really hate a job and need a little support to muscle through it until you can find a better one.

16. DEPRESSION Then there is just… everything and you get stuck into a rut you can’t get out of and it’s a deeper issue. Can someone convince you to get professional help or get onto a regiment that will work for you?

17. FAMILY They can be the biggest support system a person can have, or sometimes they are the cause of all the problems of the world. Can you work the issues out, or will you need support from an outside source?

18. ILLNESS From a cold to an illness that has kept you in the hospital for months, it’s nice to know that people are thinking of you and wishing the best through bowls of soup, flowers, get-well cards, and more. Best of all are those who come to visit.

19. SELF-ESTEEM Not everyone is as confident as they wish to be, or as the person next to them. Sometimes, life just gives you blow after blow. Is there someone near by who can help lift your spirits and renew your fighting spirit?

20. WILD CARD Is there another scenario you had in mind? Was there something we missed? Roll again or make up your own adventure!

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Gael groaned as he leaned back on one arm, stretching his lean frame out as he tangled a hand into Carlos' air. "Dieu, mm le suce plus dur," he murmured, barely resisting the urge to push his hips up and bury himself in Carlos' mouth. He wished he had another hand, truly, an extra one to hold his body up at the sharp angle it was at as he reached around to slowly pump the dildo in and out of his ass.

He let Carlos suck and lick him for a long time, before pulled him and up and kissed him deep and hungry. He wrapped his long fingers around Carlos' cock as he started to pump the warm flesh. He wanted more, needed more he thought as they moved against each other. Slowly he pushed back, murmuring more sweet nothings in French as he trailed nips and kisses down Carlos' neck and chest, down his abs where he lavished unabashed affection before he slowly found his way to Carlos' cock.

Sliding his tongue around the stiff member, he explored it slowly before he wrapped his lips around the cock. His head slowly lowered as he took more and more of the cock in his mouth. He returned the favor of giving a slow blowjob, head bobbing up and down slowly until Carlos did not seem able to hide the groans.

When he pulled away, he grinned, coming up to kiss Carlos again before slowly as he reached around he untied Carlos' hands. He kept his lips on Carlos as he unwound the rope until it slipped free of Carlos' shoulders and Gael could slowly rub life back into the limbs after an hour of being restrained. He didn't, however, do anything to take the plug out. If anything, he playfully reached down twist the handle chuckling softly at the reaction it pulled from Carlos before he pushed the man back on his back. It was, at least an advantage that Carlos' arms were still dead.

Pulling the dildo out, he dropped it to the side. He groaned, then, feeling of emptiness left in the dildo's wake. But he wasn't going to let that stand for long. Sliding over Carlos' hips, he hardly paused before he begin to slowly lower himself down on Carlos' rod, reaching down to remove the cock ring around Carlos' dick as he began to ride it.

Edited 2017-08-11 18:39 (UTC)

"You're going to kill me," Carlos managed as he let Gael push him onto his back. Let, though really his arms were still recovering from being tied together at his back for so long. His breath caught as Gael reached under him to twist the plug still embedded in him, and hissed out in a short stream of Spanish. "Eres puro mal," he managed, and he flexed one hand before gingerly lifting his arm to curve around Gael's hips. Only loosely, there were too many pinprick sensations along his arm for much of a grip.

That was probably what Gael had in mind, he thought, fixing his eyes on Gael's face. Well, he'd let him take control, and this was what he got. He wet his lips as Gael straddled him, taking him inside, and his hips arched up just a little as his lover began to move. "Come down here and kiss me," he said. Usually, it was an order, but this time it was an almost sweet request.

Well, kill wasn't the objective technically. Torture? Perhaps. Having begging? Definitely. Still, he rode Carlos slow and steady as he moved up and down, a hand coming down to support his weight on Carlos' stomach before he leaned down as requested. "As you wish, my love," he said in an airy, soft voice. In English for the first time in over an hour as he pressed his lips against Carlos'. He rolled his hips up and down that slick rod. It wasn't likely that Carlos would last long, now that he was free of the cock ring.

Reaching between them, he unsnapped his own, feeling the rush of feeling and blood. His hand closed around his cock, and he pumped it in pace with his hips against Carlos'. And then he kissed the man again, hungrier in his hunt and search for satisfaction that wasn't anywhere near sated just yet. Even after all of this, he didn't think there was going to be much sleep in his future tonight.

"I want you to cum deep inside of me," he murmured against his lover's lips. "And then tie me up from head....to toe." He murmured, licking at the man's lips one more time before he slated his mouth over the other's again.

After an hour, it was a wonder that Carlos was going to last a few minutes, and as Gael rode him as slowly and steadily as he might if they'd only been on the bed for minutes. His self-control was good, Carlos thought; he'd honed it not just with sexual partners but with the circumstances of his adult life, and it too a lot to bring him to the edge. Gael's, he had to admit, was better - at least in this. "Please," he murmured as Gael leaned down to give him his kiss. His hips bucked up, hard and sharp into Gael, though it was still Gael who had most of the control here.

Feeling and use was returning to his arms, and he reached up with the other, cupping his hand around the nape of Gael's neck as they kissed and moved together. And it only took minutes, really, before he was crying out against Gael's lips and spilling deep inside him. Not much longer, he could feel hot spurts against his abdomen, and his eyes opened slightly to watch Gael as he came.

He lay on the bed like that for a few minutes, waiting for his breath to slow as Gael sprawled on top of him, and then arched slightly up so he could pull the plug from his ass and toss it to the side with the dildo.

He hadn't been joking when he'd said turnabout was fair play, but while Gael had talked to him in French in the bedroom almost the entire time they were together, Carlos had rarely spoken Spanish beyond endearments. Of course, Spanish was increasingly common on the Deck. It could be that Gael knew some already.

"De pies a cabeza, mm? Tráeme primero un paño. Entonces, la cuerda roja, por favor."

If Gael wanted to be bound from head to toe, that could be arranged.

Gael thought moving was going to require much more effort than it really did. But he did manage it after he caught his breath. He watched idly as Carlos toss the plug away, smirking a little as he combed his fingers through Carlos' hair as he slowly pushed himself up to look down at Carlos. The Spanish was, well....fair. Even if he had no idea what the hell the man was saying. Well, red. And possibly something to clean himself with. The red was probably the rope....Mm.

"As you wish," he purred all the same, leaning in to kiss Carlos once more before sliding off him and the bed. He started with getting a damp rag to clean them both up, before stopped to collect the red rope. He didn't know if the rag was wanted, but Gael didn't see how it could hurt. "Shall I wipe you down? Though really...." He said, glancing over at the butt plug on the floor. "Did you have to abuse it so? Whatever did it do to you, my love?" He asked, even as he set the rope aside and started to clean away the cum and lube away from Carlos' body.

There was something decadent about just laying there, idly twisting the rope around his hand as Gael cleaned every inch of his skin. "Sí," he murmured, before glancing at where both toys had rolled to the floor, and his lips curved in a smirk. "Lo mismo que te hizo el consolador, mi amor." Yes, turnabout really was fair play, and he really was not going to speak a word of English.

When Gael was done, though, Carlos took the rag from him, setting it aside. "Siéntate ahí mismo, he said, and pushed at Gael's shoulders before started at his feet before winding the rope up over his legs - less a tie and more a wrap. "
Brazos delante, mi corazón," he ordered, and nudged Gael's arms in position before finishing, binding Gael's arms to his thighs and leaning back to admire for a moment.

"¿Qué debo hacerte ahora?" He said, tapping his hand against his own chin for a moment before he tipped his head to one side, as if asking Gael to answer.

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There was being told not to move, and then there was quite literally being incapable of moving. It had been quite a while since he'd been bound so tightly that moving had not been an option, and it sent a thrill down Gael's spine in the same instant that it caused a spark of panic. It was, however, easy to trust Carlos- even if he wasn't sure why.

His eyes danced over Carlos as he tried to figure out what it was that Carlos said on the last bit before shaking his head slowly. "I do not understand...." He said, biting his lip before he looked down at himself. He must have made a pretty little picture, he thought, as he sat there bound as he was on the bed. His spent cock stirred little by little as he looked up at Carlos again.

"Should I sing for you?" He asked, tilting his head ever so slightly to the side as he blinked slowly. "I could sing a pretty little song of a song bird trapped in a cage. Or a song of seduction.....tell me your desire."

It would be easy for him to tell Gael he wouldn't ever hurt him - and that was true as well, he'd hurt himself before he did that. It was less easy to make Gael believe that, and he wouldn't guess that Gael would have trusted him so easily. But his mind wasn't on that so much as the picture Gael made in front of him. It was such a pretty one, one he'd carry with him on any nights he spent alone.

"No," he said, and that was a word that was the same in all three languages. "Tendré que enseñarte." He was unknowingly echoing Gael's French from earlier, though unlike Gael - he broke briefly back into English. Only fair, since Gael evidently knew Spanish even less than Carlos knew French. "I said, what should I do with you now? Creo que tengo una idea." He rose from the bed and moved to the drawer again, shifting through the contents before he found what he wanted, and came back with a set of beads in one hand that had a cock ring attached to one end.

"Inclinación hacia delante," he said as he settled behind Gael and pressed him forward onto his knees with a hand to his back. "Hermoso," he murmured as he pressed them inside Gael's ass and then fastened the ring around the base of his balls. "Muy hermoso."

Gael didn't really have much movement available to him, but he moved as directed and nudged. He gasped when Carlos pushed those balls in, before attaching the ring about his balls. It caused him to squirm uncomfortably as he looked at Carlos. He rather regretted teasing his lover with so much French. It made him shift and twist more as he flexed his fingers.

"I understand that," he murmured, leaning back against Carlos and turning his head ever go slightly. His lips pressed against the smooth curve of Carlos' jawline, his tongue sneaking out to lick at the warm flesh. "I could suck you off, love, and that might be more beautiful don't you think." He wanted to reach around to fondle Carlos, but there was no making his arms from where they were. Instead he used what he could, settling for rubbing his ass against Carlos' hand and cock as he pushed back against the man behind him.

"Surely you've got more for me...." He said in an airy voice, not quite begging.

Carlos laughed a little softly as he spread his knees slightly so that Gael fit between them as he rubbed his ass against his cock. "Te ves hermosa haciendo muchas cosas diferentes, mi amor. Sea paciente al respecto." His hand slid down to tease at Gael's entrance, where the beads had disappeared inside, and then shifted between his legs to tug very gently at the short, flexible string connecting the beads to the ring around Gael's balls.

The fingers of his other hand combed softly through Gael's hair, and he bent slightly to nip at the lobe of his ear. "Soon, I'm going to fuck you so hard," he purred in English. He wanted Gael to understand every word. "And all you'll be able to do is take it." He pressed his thumb against Gael's hole, rubbing the bead he could feel inside.

"Primero," he said. "Beg me to let you suck my cock."

Gael groaned when Carlos tugged on the ring, causing him to bite his lip as his head fell back against the man's shoulder. That groan became a moan in short order though, with Carlos' words mingling with the buzz of desire as he pushed against one of the beads inside of him. And then he was told to beg...and oh how did he love to beg.

"S'il vous plaît, monsieur, laissez-moi aspirer votre bite. S'il vous plaît. Jusqu'à ce qu'il soit difficile et exigeant de m'abuser." He murmured, his hips pushing back against the thumb that teased his ass. Everything had been so terribly gentle tonight thus far, and Gael was ready for something that was raw, rough and hard. He honestly wanted to be so exhausted he didn't know if he could ever move again. "Permettez-moi de sucer votre bite, monsieur. Je t'en supplie..."

"Please," he said with a soft whine as he turned his pale blue eyes toward Carlos. "I'll do anything...if you'll let me lick your cock, to suck you off. I need to."

Gael really begged so prettily, Carlos thought. His cock hardened at those words - words he knew, by now. They hadn't done exactly this, but Gael had begged him in French enough times now that Carlos' vocabulary had expanded a bit. Not in ways that were very useful outside the bedroom, but, really - it turned out that's where French came in the most handy.

"Cualquier cosa es algo peligroso que prometer," he murmured, but he didn't feel the need to translate it. Gael was game for almost everything. A few less things since Patrick, but still far more than almost anyone else would allow, and Carlos had yet to come up with anything that had made Gael balk.

He leaned back against the headboard and turned Gael around. Tied as he was, Carlos had to move him around like a doll, and he smirked a bit as his fingers sank into Gael's hair and he guided him to his lap. "¿Quieres que sea áspero? Que sea bueno, neno."

Dieu, he hated Spanish, he thought. Almost as much as he hated to loss of Carlos' warm body behind him. He would endure, he told himself, but possibly not before setting fire to every Spanish dictionary he could find. Being turned about, his eyes searched Carlos' face for a moment, before he was pushed down toward the man's cock. It wasn't the raging hard on it had been, but it was growing still. And given this would be the third time Carlos came tonight, Gael didn't expect this one to be short and sweet.

His tongue came out to lap up the length of Carlos' cock, circling the head lewdly and as though it were a lollipop as he gave the velvety flesh all his attention. He slipped the head into his mouth and sucked as his tongue teased and swirled about. He kept it up for a long time, his head bobbing up and down as precum slowly started to full his mouth and mix with his spit. He licked and sucked between desperate gasp of air before taking the long, thick member down to the hilt, feeling it hit the back of his throat as he did so before eventually pulling back and starting his routine of licking and sucking again.

If there was one thing he knew for sure by the time Carlos pulled him away- it was that he certainly would look like a mess, and possibly like what people imagine a whore to look like with spit and precum covering her face.

He would have laughed if he'd known the direction of Gael's thoughts. He wasn't sure why he was so fond of Spanish. It was Felipe's language, after all. They hadn't really spoken it much at home, because Bethany didn't speak it, but they had all become fluent largely because it was something of a secret code. Spanish wasn't the most popular language on the Deck; it wasn't refined enough for snobbish Deck parents.

His eyelids lowered as he watched Gael suck him off, and his hands tightened in his hair, urging him on as he grew harder. It wasn't as fast as it had been before, and by the time Gael pulled back, Carlos wasn't so desperate. But that was all the better, really. He didn't want this to be a fast fuck. "Try to turn onto your knees," he said, back to English again as he found the lube Gael had used earlier. He tugged the beads slowly out of Gael's ass and unfastened the ring around his balls before he slicked his cock. It was slippery already with spit, and probably wasn't necessary, but he planned to fuck Gael nearly raw.

A little extra was in order, he thought as he pressed the head of his cock against Gael's ass. "Mm, how much do you want me fucking you right now?"

Gael was still gasping for air when Carlos helped him up to his and to turn about. It wasn't the easiest thing to do without the full freedom of his legs or the use of his hands- but he managed. Even as his chest heaved, his lungs gulping at the air as he tried to slow his breathing down. It wasn't, after all, going to be long before he was going to likely be covered in sweat.

His breathing was under control by the he felt Carlos' dick pushing against his ass, making his moan with want as he tried to arrange his words in a way he imagined Carlos would enjoy. "Frankly, my love, my heart might shatter into a thousand pieces if you do not fuck me right now." He said, turning his head to look over his shoulder. "I need you in me, please. I feel....empty, so empty that I might well die."

Was that dramatic enough to get the point across, he wondered.

Carlos' arm banded around Gael's hips, holding him upright as he pressed against him, and he laughed a little, brushing his lips across Gael's in a kiss that was almost too soft. "Can't have that," he said, and pushed inside with one long thrust.

He'd promised rough, and that's what he gave Gael, thrusts that were so hard and deep that he was sure his lover wouldn't have remained on his knees if Carlos wasn't holding him there. It was a punishing pace, and he could feel Gael tremble a bit as he pulled out and then pushed back in again. "You feel perfect," he murmured in Gael's ear. "I've been thinking of doing this to you for months now, you know."

Gael didn't last long when it came to keeping quiet as Carlos slammed into him, and he was very thankful that Carlos was holding him up as a few of those thrust slammed into him hard enough to left him up of the bed just a bit. His arms strained to move, wanting to reach back and tangle his fingers in Carlos' hair as he dropped his head back against the shoulder behind him.

"Why...haven't you?" Gael ground out, moaning as he rocked against Carlos' thrust. His body was slick with sweat. "Mm, fuck....." He got out, chest heaving as he took heavy breaths. This was, certainly, not going to be a short romp- especially if that blowjob had told him anything. "Fuck....Merde." He hadn't meant to repeat that word like a broken record, but it was rather hard to think of much else at the moment.

Carlos tipped his head slightly to scrape his teeth against the side of Gael's neck as Gael pressed back against him. "Well, darling," he purred, "it's not exactly a place you start." They'd never been vanilla, of course, but even the first time with the flogger hadn't been that out of the ordinary, in BDSM circles. This, here? It was a bit more exotic. It was something you were as likely to see in fetish porn as anything else.

Perhaps they would have gotten here sooner, if Patrick hadn't come back, and if Carlos focus for the last several weeks hadn't been keeping Gael from falling too far. He brushed his lips against Gael's shoulder. "You're going to have such pretty marks on you, baby," he said.

"I really wouldn't....mm," he started to say, before his breath hitched and his back arched after a particularly harsh thrust smarted enough for Gael to be cut off. "Fuck, fuck...uh," he groaned and moaned as he tried to keep himself from falling forward helplessly. He just, he couldn't...think. He couldn't... "Uuuh, harder," he said with a whined moan as he squirmed more against ropes, frustration building in him.

"Fuck me," he said through a moan, breathing harder as Carlos moved against him. "I....I want to- I-o cum. Please. Please. Uh, uh....T-touch me." He begged, his eyes closing as his head rolled to the side against Carlos' neck, hiding his face a little as he winced just a little from a thrust deep inside of him.

Carlos smiled as he curled his hand around Gael's dick and pumped it, first gently and then harder, in time with his thrusts. "Come on, darling," he breathed out against Gael's skin. "I've got you." He wasn't sure he'd last long enough, he thought, licking his lips, but maybe it was time to prove his own self-control.

He took a deep breath and released it as he continued to fuck Gael, and continued to stroke him, listening as Gael's breath hitched and groaning as he writhed back against him. "Je t'ai eu," he murmured in accented French as he forced Gael higher and closer to that edge.

Time stopped, really. It had to have stopped from the moment that Carlos told him that he had him until he was spurting hot, sticky cum over the other man's hand and across his slick stomach in what was one of the hardest orgasms he'd had in a long while. He lost, then all ability to do two things- hold himself up and to be quieter. It was perhaps lucky for some that they did not have thin walls in the castle.

It was only moments after that that Carlos was burying his face in Gael's hair as his grip on Gael grew tighter, holding him as close as he could as he thrusted up into his own orgasm. Cock still buried deep, Carlos pulled Gael down with him when he collapsed on the bed and Gael hardly had the power in him to protest. He could feel the cum deep inside, the other man's cock twitching as if it were still pumping that hot, milky fluid into his depths.

"Je ne peux pas, je ne peux pas ... mm, embrasse-moi. Je pense que je t'aime, merci de m'embrasser." He murmured, fighting to keep his eyes from drifting shut. It would be, after all, most unwise to fall asleep while tied up as such.

"Don't fall asleep," Carlos murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Gael's hair. Perhaps, if he weren't still pulling himself from the dazed pleasure of the aftermath of his orgasm, he might have been able to pull Gael's French out and translate part of it. Je t'aime, after all was up there with Bonjour for most common French he'd learned. Instead, the words just sounded lovely and sleepy, and made him smile as he pulled out and reached around to start in on the knots.

"Breathe," he ordered as the ropes around Gael's arms and thighs loosened, and he rubbed at Gael's skin as the feeling started to rush back. Then he let Gael fall back against the bed as he slipped lower to release his feet, stroking there to soothe the punished skin before he slid up again to kiss Gael.

Gael hissed as feeling started to rush back into his arms and legs, down to his feet. It was a sharp biting sort of pain that caused his eyes to squeeze tight as he gasped out in displeasure at the thousands of needles pricked his skin. He returned that kiss as Carlos slid up to him, before pulling him close and holding him.

They fell asleep like that, tangled up in the blankets, smelling of sex and sweat. And really, Gael would reflect when he awoke the next morning- he was content in a way he'd not been in years, and he'd had a good nights sleep. He didn't know if it was a good sign or not- but he suspected that this was going to be more...common place soon. For better or worse.

For the better, he hoped.

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