Mickey isnât the only one feeling like the walls are coming down around them. I know havenât been on here that long or that often, but I really want to make something of my writing in regards to Lucy. Next to my OC who I nearly always have muse for, Lucy is second right now. That means I want to be able to feel like tumblr is a place for me. For many years now I pushed through my negative emotions & let people think I was happy when I was downright miserable. I let tumblr dictate if I was happy or sad or what I did on my blog. No. More.
So, along with Mickey I will be moving blogs. Lucy will be staying the same, but weâre getting her a new home so to speak. I will be keeping a select handful of threads, but the rest need to go in order for me not to have anxiety every time I get on. Its no oneâs fault but my brainâs. So if you want to continue to love my take on Lucy, click here to find the new blog. If not, have a good life.
Mickey isnât the only one feeling like the walls are coming down around them. I know havenât been on here that long or that often, but I really want to make something of my writing in regards to Lucy. Next to my OC who I nearly always have muse for, Lucy is second right now. That means I want to be able to feel like tumblr is a place for me. For many years now I pushed through my negative emotions & let people think I was happy when I was downright miserable. I let tumblr dictate if I was happy or sad or what I did on my blog. No. More.
So, along with Mickey I will be moving blogs. Lucy will be staying the same, but weâre getting her a new home so to speak. I will be keeping a select handful of threads, but the rest need to go in order for me not to have anxiety every time I get on. Its no oneâs fault but my brainâs. So if you want to continue to love my take on Lucy, click here to find the new blog. If not, have a good life.
Mickey isnât the only one feeling like the walls are coming down around them. I know havenât been on here that long or that often, but I really want to make something of my writing in regards to Lucy. Next to my OC who I nearly always have muse for, Lucy is second right now. That means I want to be able to feel like tumblr is a place for me. For many years now I pushed through my negative emotions & let people think I was happy when I was downright miserable. I let tumblr dictate if I was happy or sad or what I did on my blog. No. More.
So, along with Mickey I will be moving blogs. Lucy will be staying the same, but weâre getting her a new home so to speak. I will be keeping a select handful of threads, but the rest need to go in order for me not to have anxiety every time I get on. Its no oneâs fault but my brainâs. So if you want to continue to love my take on Lucy, click here to find the new blog. If not, have a good life.
Mickey isnât the only one feeling like the walls are coming down around them. I know havenât been on here that long or that often, but I really want to make something of my writing in regards to Lucy. Next to my OC who I nearly always have muse for, Lucy is second right now. That means I want to be able to feel like tumblr is a place for me. For many years now I pushed through my negative emotions & let people think I was happy when I was downright miserable. I let tumblr dictate if I was happy or sad or what I did on my blog. No. More.
So, along with Mickey I will be moving blogs. Lucy will be staying the same, but weâre getting her a new home so to speak. I will be keeping a select handful of threads, but the rest need to go in order for me not to have anxiety every time I get on. Its no oneâs fault but my brainâs. So if you want to continue to love my take on Lucy, click here to find the new blog. If not, have a good life.
Mickey isnât the only one feeling like the walls are coming down around them. I know havenât been on here that long or that often, but I really want to make something of my writing in regards to Lucy. Next to my OC who I nearly always have muse for, Lucy is second right now. That means I want to be able to feel like tumblr is a place for me. For many years now I pushed through my negative emotions & let people think I was happy when I was downright miserable. I let tumblr dictate if I was happy or sad or what I did on my blog. No. More.
So, along with Mickey I will be moving blogs. Lucy will be staying the same, but weâre getting her a new home so to speak. I will be keeping a select handful of threads, but the rest need to go in order for me not to have anxiety every time I get on. Its no oneâs fault but my brainâs. So if you want to continue to love my take on Lucy, click here to find the new blog. If not, have a good life.
Mickey isnât the only one feeling like the walls are coming down around them. I know havenât been on here that long or that often, but I really want to make something of my writing in regards to Lucy. Next to my OC who I nearly always have muse for, Lucy is second right now. That means I want to be able to feel like tumblr is a place for me. For many years now I pushed through my negative emotions & let people think I was happy when I was downright miserable. I let tumblr dictate if I was happy or sad or what I did on my blog. No. More.
So, along with Mickey I will be moving blogs. Lucy will be staying the same, but weâre getting her a new home so to speak. I will be keeping a select handful of threads, but the rest need to go in order for me not to have anxiety every time I get on. Its no oneâs fault but my brainâs. So if you want to continue to love my take on Lucy, click here to find the new blog. If not, have a good life.
Mickey isnât the only one feeling like the walls are coming down around them. I know havenât been on here that long or that often, but I really want to make something of my writing in regards to Lucy. Next to my OC who I nearly always have muse for, Lucy is second right now. That means I want to be able to feel like tumblr is a place for me. For many years now I pushed through my negative emotions & let people think I was happy when I was downright miserable. I let tumblr dictate if I was happy or sad or what I did on my blog. No. More.
So, along with Mickey I will be moving blogs. Lucy will be staying the same, but weâre getting her a new home so to speak. I will be keeping a select handful of threads, but the rest need to go in order for me not to have anxiety every time I get on. Its no oneâs fault but my brainâs. So if you want to continue to love my take on Lucy, click here to find the new blog. If not, have a good life.
Mickey isnât the only one feeling like the walls are coming down around them. I know havenât been on here that long or that often, but I really want to make something of my writing in regards to Lucy. Next to my OC who I nearly always have muse for, Lucy is second right now. That means I want to be able to feel like tumblr is a place for me. For many years now I pushed through my negative emotions & let people think I was happy when I was downright miserable. I let tumblr dictate if I was happy or sad or what I did on my blog. No. More.
So, along with Mickey I will be moving blogs. Lucy will be staying the same, but weâre getting her a new home so to speak. I will be keeping a select handful of threads, but the rest need to go in order for me not to have anxiety every time I get on. Its no oneâs fault but my brainâs. So if you want to continue to love my take on Lucy, click here to find the new blog. If not, have a good life.
Smut Prompts: Send me a word and Iâll write a drabble or starter aboutâŚOur muses having their first time.
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There is no vodka, no team, & definitely no holding back.
After everything that happened when they went to save Jiya, save Rufus, take down Emma & Jessica⌠Lucy found herself still living in the bunker. Mostly, she didnât want to leave her room. She doesnât want to live in a world where her entire family destroyed & thereâs nothing left for her. She became a historian because she looked up to her mother, now? She doesnât even want to know all the things she does because it reminds her of the woman that ruined everything.
Admittedly, she thought she was alone. She didnât eat much, barely had the energy for the one shower she took in the week she had stayed there, & didnât even turn the lights on most of the time. So when her door opened, she immediately grabbed a book & was prepared to throw it at whoever was trying to loot the place until she realized she knew who it was. Garcia, smiling at her as always. It didnât occur to her that he was still there as well, not exactly a free & innocent man in the eyes of the government.
She puts down the book & sits up, looking over to him. Without using her words, she quietly invites him to sit with her. Its an invitation he understands as he makes his way in, sitting next to her. â I didnât even know you were here. Maybe thatâs why my cereal disappeared the other day⌠â His comment makes her smile just a little, but she ultimately is still feeling quite down. She doesnât know how to interact now that she feels like sheâs lost a part of herself.
He can tell that she isnât there because she has a thing for old military structures, but because sheâs not ready to move on. Something he can entirely relate to. They both have lost people because of Rittenhouse, & as far as they know thereâs no way to get them back. He parts his lips to speak, but Lucy does so first. â I feel alone, Garcia. Everything I love is gone or ruined. All of it. â She pauses for a second, looking up at him. â I guess, except you. Youâre the only one who talked to me when I was down, protected me, or generally even fought for me. Thank you. â
Lucy moves in for a hug, surprising Garcia some but after a few seconds he opens his arms & holds her. Heâs not sure what it was about the day that he was given her journal, but ever since then he felt like it was his job to do everything he can to make sure that sheâs safe. Wanting to make her happy? Thatâs a byproduct he wasnât expecting but one that he tries to push down along with his own happiness. After losing Lorena, he doesnât feel like he deserves the right to give her something he canât find in himself. The man who failed to protect his family doesnât deserve to be happy, rightâŚ?
Lucy looks up to him as they sit there, suddenly feeling things that had never popped up before. Maybe all the stress & emotional trauma has made her change, but sheâs looking at him & seeing him differently. A man who clearly cares about her & the best sheâs ever done is defended him to their team & had a few glasses of vodka together. Garcia can see thereâs something different in her eyes, something familiar yet new. Before he can ask whatâs on her mind, he sees her move & her lips are against his. He wants to pull away, to be the gentleman & the person who still doesnât feel like he deserves it⌠but he canât.
Before everything, before Lorena even, he was a different man. One that was rougher, more casual about the way he handled intimacy. But after all the events in his life, all the things the broke him, heâs so much different. Softer, more caring. So as Lucy moves herself onto his lap, he hold her gently against him by her hips. His kisses are soft & almost hesitant. It isnât until she starts to pull at his shirt that he realizes that its real, that theyâre actually doing this. That theyâre really & truly changing their dynamic.
As he pulls himself out of his thoughts, he finally can do more than kiss her back when he realizes that sheâs almost naked. She managed to get his shirt off, but now so is hers. Sheâs slender, but not so thin that one would worry if sheâs been eating. Her breasts are such a perfect shape that Garcia finds himself blushing as he considers them. The last time he was this close to anyone, it was Lorena. But Lucy⌠she would be the only to break through his walls & find the man who desperately needs to be loved. Hesitantly, his hands move from her hips to her chest & softly cup her breasts. She makes soft sounds, ones that make him smile just a little.
He knows that what theyâre doing isnât going to fix anything, but it just feels⌠right. Like this is where theyâre heading if her future self was any indication. He tries not to think about that, or much else, as Lucyâs hands move down to undo his pants. Sheâs not sure if she should be doing this, least of all Garcia, but she wants to. Her mind is apparently made up on the matter because she needs comfort, pleasure. Sheâs never going anywhere near Wyatt again, & she honestly has no one else in her life anymore. No one but him.
He obliges her by helping with his pants, slipping them off & pushing them to the floor. Now all thatâs left is Lucyâs shorts, the only barrier left between them. Thereâs some hesitation on both sides, contemplating the ramifications of actually going through with it⌠But the both look at each other & see how much they need it. How they need to feel good for once after all the shit thatâs happened to them. So Garcia reaches out, sliding his hands slowly down her sides as he makes his way to the edge of her shorts, making her crave it just a bit.
His hands push under the material, touching her skin as he slips them off her. Her skin is so damn soft, so hard not to touch. Lucy starts to settle back down in his lap, but Garcia flips them over once all of the clothing is out of the way. He lays her down in the blankets, his hands traveling her bare skin. Heâs learning her, feeling her every curve as he explores her body. He makes soft sounds here & there when he finds her sensitive spots, which is information he stores in his mind for future use.
â GarciaâŚÂ â His name gets his attention, looking into Lucyâs eyes. Just like earlier when he opened her door, he understands her silent looks. This one⌠This one tells him everything he needs to know about her desire. With quite a bit of care & gentleness, he pushes himself between her legs. He doesnât do anything for a moment, just kneeling there while he looks down at Lucy. Heâs making sure she wants this, him, & her soft nod confirms it for him. Part of him wants her to say no, but thereâs a bit part of him that wants to feel good & loved.
Already worked up from their actions leading up to that moment, his erection obvious & ready. He takes himself into his hand & rubs his tip against her folds, making her moan softly. He almost made a sound as well, struggling to contain himself. He keeps up his teasing for a moment before Lucy looks up at him, begging with her beautiful eyes. He smirks a little before giving her what she wants, slowly pushing inside her. Now he makes noise, groaning at how good Lucy feels. He apparently isnât the only one feeling that way because sheâs sounding quite the same.
Garcia takes it slow, not having sex in years & not exactly sure if Lucy ever has. Its not a normal conversation topic, so he tries not to assume too much⌠but damn does she feel good. He bends at the hips, propping himself on his forearms as he hovers above her. Lucy wraps her legs around him, clinging to Garcia as they lay there, making love. It definitely isnât âfuckingâ, because it feels so much deeper than that emotionally. Theyâre connected in so many ways, & this is just adding to the pile.
Time passes slowly for them as they kiss & moan to each other, both getting lost in the pleasure. It isnât until Lucy feels her body start to build up to her orgasm that she speaks again. â More, please? Iâm⌠Iâm close. â She feels a bit of embarrassment asking, the awkwardness between them still present, but Garcia can feel her body shift energy, tense up as he continues in & out of her. He understands what she needs. His hips move faster to satisfy her request, but he still stays gentle to keep the moment special.
It only takes but a minute or two before Lucyâs lips part to speak, but only moans leave her. She wants to tell him sheâs orgasming, but he doesnât need her to tell her that. He can feel it, her muscles tightening around him & her back arcing. She cries out in pleasure as her body overloads, his name even leaving her lips. Her face is flush, her body soft & beautiful in his hands. With all of that combined together, it doesnât take much more for Garcia to his his climax as well. His hands move to her hips, holding her in place as he thrusts deep inside her. He moans loudly, louder than he had since they started, filling her with his seed.
Theyâre panting, catching their breaths by the time his hips stop moving. He looks down to Lucy, trying to gauge her as they both relax & come to terms with what just happened. He half expects her to pull away from him, to be disgusted or upset⌠but instead, she kisses him. Not just a peck or something soft, a full on kiss. â Thank you. I⌠I didnât know that I needed you like that but⌠just⌠hold me?â He doesnât need to be asked twice as he carefully rolls them over, holding her against him.
He wasnât tired before, but he certainly is now. As he lays there, his eyes close while he starts to pet her hair. â Thank you, by the way, for reminding me that its okay for me to feel emotions other than anger. You truly are an incredible woman, Lucy Preston.â She smiles at him, feeling proud of herself for not only letting someone in but helping him be more human again. She starts to reply to him, telling him about how much she cares for him, but she soon realizes that Garcia is dead asleep. She chuckles softly to herself as she lays her head down, letting herself do the same.
the portal snapped shut the moment she toppled out onto the floor of his foyer where he stood waiting. his gaze glanced up as the portal faded away before he looked back upon the woman currently laying across his floor. â hello lucy preston. my name is doctor stephen strange && the two of us need to talk. â he confessed. â sorry for the abrupt â it was urgent. â
One moment she was sitting at a desk trying to focus on the list of places that Garcia Flynn had gone after in an attempt to figure out his plan, & the next she wasnât. She feels herself no longer sitting but falling on her backside onto a hardwood floor. Before she can manage to pick herself up, someone is talking to her & knows her name. Her eyes turn up, seeing a stranger standing before her. â What... How in the hell did I get here? What is going on? â
