I love your work so much!! The Halloween event sounds so fun but me having to pick a favorite horror movie 😱 I love the horror genre.
I've seriously become one of your big fans. I think you're one of 3 people I have notifs on for. I haven't found a piece of yours that I haven't loved completely. You're an amazing writer and a genuinely amazing person.
If I can, can I get Marcel and Porco? Also can I make a note here that A Dangerous Game made me simp Marcel? Like, you made me simp Marcel.
Favorite Horror movie: I have way too many and most of them are cheesy B rated Creature Features or Disaster Flick. Sooo I have to go with "Train to Busan"
Nsfw if you don't mind and as for the kink, it's fitting for that movie to have a bit of risky public play~
I might hate myself for saying this, but as a horror buff, I gotta go for that Dark Twist ending
Thank you so much and no pressure to do this if you're not up to it hun!
No Where to Run
Words Count:2088
NSFW DNI
A cross county train ride with the Galliard Bros sounds like absolute bliss, especially when they have the hots for you.
You, Porco and Marcel were close friends through most of high school and college. When Fall Break hit and they invited you on a cross country train ride, that THEY paid for, of course you accepted. You were ecstatic. It was deep into Autumn months, and you were going from one end of the country to the other to fully take in the seasonal change. It was just what you needed after a stressful midterm session.
They got a family sized private room in the sleep car section, which had plenty of space for the three of you to have your own bed. Or at least, enough distance for things not to turn awkward. Not that you would mind. You were sure they had feelings for you but, neither of them acted on them because, well, they didn’t want drama between each other. You were certain that was what it all boiled down to.
You noticed over the years; they would have these unspoken one-upping competitions with themselves to get your attention. Sometimes they went without speaking because it just got to be too much. And, despite all the drama, you found it amusing. You loved being the center of their sibling rivalry and it brought about the most amazing fantasies in your head. However, you were also tired of daydreaming. You were tired of things going unsaid. It had been four fucking years, and one of these ass-hats needed to make a move.
So, your goal on this little trip was to do more than sightseeing. You wanted everything out in the open. Riding the train was fun but riding one of the Galliard’s cocks would be so much better.
Now, Porco, despite all his macho pride, wasn’t into horror movies. He got scared easily. Marcel could watch the craziest goriest shit and find humor in it. Mostly because, he loved seeing his brother squirm. You loved horror movies and you were always spitting facts about them, and Marcel loved that about you. He was always your movie date and, Porco trudged along too despite how much he hated them. He just refused to have his brother alone with you because, if anyone was winning you over, it was him. Fuck Marcel. He always got everything.
You sat in the car with them bunched up on either side of you as you held up your tablet and streamed “Train to Busan.” After watching “Squid Games,” Marcel was hooked on South Korean drama and horror flicks, so you indulged him with one of your favorites. And, seeing as you were riding a train, it just made so much sense to pick THIS zombie disaster movie involving a train ride. And Marcel, being the supportive, loving big brother that he was to Porco, happily agreed.
Marcel was giddy, glancing from the screen to his brother who was pressed up against you, cringing and sweating. “Is this…really what you all want to be watching right now?” he stammered out. “It’s like watching a movie about plane crashing while flying in a fucking plane!”
“Relax Pock, it’s all just fiction,” Marcel sneered. “Need me or Laila to hold your hand tonight? Hmm?”
You tutted and rolled your eyes at Marcel. “Leave him alone, Marcy.”
Porco gave his brother a shit-eating grin while Marcel recoiled dramatically at that nickname. “Don’t call me that,” he huffed.
“You know Porco doesn’t like to be called his childhood nickname,” you scold, and you paused the movie. “Anyway, it’s time for a bathroom break.”
You rise and stretch. The only downside to this car space was it didn’t come with its own private bathroom. Passengers had to go down the hall.
“Guess I’ll go find the dinning car and get a few snacks,” Marcel muttered. “Want anything Laila, Porco?”
Now this was the opportunity Porco needed. He considered his brother’s request. “Yeah, kinda hungry, go ahead an put in an order for dinner. Whatever the days’ meal is supposed to be.”
“I think that’s a good idea, then we can finish the movie,” you chimed in. Marcel knitted his brow together. He’d be gone far longer than he wanted. He saw what Porco was trying to do, but he also knew he didn’t have the balls to ask you out.
“Fine,” he groaned, and he stood up to head off to the dinning car while you went the opposite direction to use the bathroom. Porco waited for both of you to be gone. He immediately went to where you kept your dirty laundry. You’d showered earlier that morning and Porco made a mental note of just where you tossed your panties. He snagged them, licking his lips before burying his nose into them to take in your scent.
His cock filled out instantly and his mind began to work the scenario he wanted to occur. You were off on your own in another car while Marcel fucked off somewhere else. He needed to make his move and he needed to do it now.
You were emerging from the small bathroom when your eyes fell on Porco, waiting for you from across the aisle. The moment you opened the door, he was on you, pushing you into the stall. His hands immediately groping your breasts and his form pressing you against the wall.
“I need you,” he rasped. “So bad. I can’t take it anymore. I don’t care if it hurts my brother’s feelings. I gotta have you. I gotta know what you feel like.”
You were dazed until his mouth met yours, hungrily sucking your breath away while you felt his dick press into your clothed sex. “Let me fuck you, Laila,” he begged. “It’ll only be a minute. I swear. I’ve been so pent up. I need…I need to experience you so badly. Wanna cum in you. Please…”
And how could you deny Porco Galliard who was normally such a pouty brat when he begged to fuck you like this?
The answer was you couldn’t. Your pants were to your ankles and his belt clinked as he undid it. His cock was out in seconds, and he was hoisting one of your legs up while he dipped his cockhead into your soaked cunt. He filled you out after a few rough thrusts, hilting himself inside you. “Shit! You’re so tight.”
You never imagined you’d be deflowered in a passenger train bathroom of all the fucking places. People were coming and going. You heard them pass and occasionally pause as he rutted into you, pulling a moan from your chest. Your cheeks were flushed with embarrassment and simultaneously in arousal too. Porco Galliard didn’t care. He loved it. He loved the idea of people listening to your pants and moans and occasional staggered call of his name.
That was, until someone pounded on the door. “The fuck are you doing!?”
It was Marcel.
You gave Porco a panicked expression, but the smug youth came alive with the fact that your audience was now his older brother. You mouthed to him, pleading that you needed to stop. But Porco wasn’t about to do that. Oh no. He got to you first. He was fucking you first. If Marcel wanted this to end, he needed to pry the fucking door open and get a full visual of him fucking your sweet, ruined cunt.
“I’m close,” he told you. “And I’m claiming you for me.”
Porco began a brutal pace, fucking loud euphoric moans from you that caused Marcel to beat on the door again. And right when Porco’s hips stilled, he managed to pry it open and see the moment Porco desperately wanted him to experience. Marcel just stood there as his brother emptied out into you, causing his seed to leak down your leg.
Your gaze fell to Marcel, and you expected him to be furious, but that just wasn’t the case. He was so hard, mouth agape and wide-eyed with lust as he took in the sight of your fucked out face.
“Glad you could join us,” Porco sneered. “I just finished…would you like a go? She’s so tight. Never been fucked before until now.”
Porco pulled out of you and his seed rushed down your legs. Marcel began palming himself through his pants and you just stared at him. He was waiting. Waiting for you to give your consent. Unlike Porco, he wanted to make sure it was okay.
“To our private room,” Porco commanded. “I wanna watch you fuck her. See if you can do it better than me.”
“You know I can,” Marcel sneered as Porco pulled up his pants and moved out the way. Now, Marcel, was tender when it came to you. He reached down and pulled your pants up and helped you gain your footing.
“Come on, I’ve been waiting for this moment for a while,” he cooed. “I’ll get you cleaned up after. Promise.” He gently tucked strands of your hair behind your ear and led you back to your car. Porco was ahead of you strutting with his chest poked out. Prying eyes followed you three, some looked upon you with disgust. Others seemed highly amused. You didn’t give a shit. This was all about you being fucked to oblivion by the Galliard brothers.
And the moment you were in the train car, Porco slid into his seat, after dropping his pants again, of course. His cock was still hard, and he stroked himself while Marcel carefully removed your clothes and his. He laid you down beneath him and he supported your head in his strong hand while he positioned himself between your slick, cum coated thighs.
“I’m bigger than my brother,” he warned. “It’s gonna hurt.”
“Shut up and fuck her,” Porco sneered as he eyed them both like predators.
“You know, if Reiner was here, I’d make him shut you up,” Marcel growled. “You can’t talk shit when you’re choking on his fat fucking cock.”
Porco cackled, pumping his length a little quicker at the mention of Reiner.
Marcel sunk into you, rocking his hips, stretching your poor, abused cunt and goddamn did it feel amazing when he set his rhythm, pumping in and out of you while groaning in your ear. Porco was panting off to the side.
“Oh fuck, Laila, you’re so tight!” Marcel whined. “Porco was right. Love feeling you clench around me every time the train hits a rough bump. Fuck! I’m not going to last long.”
There was a scream a few cars down, and it caught Porco’s attention more so than yours and Marcel’s. You were lost in Marcel’s brilliant eyes as he stared down at you baring his soul while he slammed his hips into you. Again, there was a flurry of shouts.
“Did you…leave the movie going on your phone, Laila?” Porco questioned, grunting as he increased the pace in which he pumped his dick.
“W-What?” you stammered as Marcel approached his peak. You couldn’t remember where your phone was or if you had left the movie going. But you heard what sounded like some sort of commotion between Marcel’s desperate groans of your name. His hips stuttered, and suddenly the train breaks squealed. The immediate attempt to halt this barreling locomotive sent you both into the floor and Marcel braced himself as he came hard despite the shock.
People were running past your rooms entrance, and Porco stuffed his cock back in his pants. He was pissed more so about the fact that he was so close to cumming. “What the fuck is happening out there?”
Marcel came down from his high and looked to you. “A-Are you okay?”
Porco threw open the door and was met with a horrific sight. He screamed in terror as he was dragged from the car by people with strengthen that they really shouldn’t have possessed. Marcel was up on his feet while you were on the ground.
Both of you watched in horror as Porco turned and reached for you both. He was dragged into the aisle, kicking, and screaming while disfigured, bloodied animated corpses ripped the flesh from his handsome face.
“Porco!” you screamed, and Marcel shouted as blood flooded from Porco’s mouth after his last desperate cry. Marcel sprinted over and slammed the door closed, locking it in place before anything else could get in. An explosion sounded up the way and you wondered at that moment which would claim you first…a fiery inferno, or the zombies, beating and scratching at your door with Porco now among them.
If someone finds any Marcel smut please tag me in it. I have yet to find even one. Marcel is a sexy son of a bitch and no one seems to really appreciate his fine ass.
Warnings: I think the prompt pretty much says it all.
Disclaimer: I don't own one direction.
A/N: I've never written anything with Marcel before, but I have enjoyed reading it before. Sort of based on "Talk Dirty To Me".
Louis Tomlinson: International superstar, pop sensation, teenage heartthrob. Girls fall at his feet wherever he goes and he could have anyone of them if he wanted; except he doesn’t have eyes for any of them. No, Louis has his sights set on one person and one only.
Except that’s exactly who Louis wants. It’s impossible to explain, Louis’, for some reason just finds him so attractive. Those big, black frame glasses that sit just right on the bridge of his nose; that head of jet black hair that’s always gelled back out of his face. In all honesty Louis didn’t really know what it was, but what he knew for sure was that he was going to get that boy in his bed; Marcel would be his, no matter what.
The day started just the same as many others. Louis had gone for yet another meeting with management, an hour of having to pretend to listen to whatever the hell it was they were angry about this time and when it had finished Louis was just happy he could get the hell out of there.
When Louis finally made it free of the meeting room he was nearly sprinting to get out, the cramped rooms and narrow corridors staring to make him feel rather unwell, but he did stop. He stopped because he noticed that boy in one of the offices. The boy he’d seen many times before, he’d never really had a proper conversation with him, but he knew he fancied the beautiful little arse off him.
So Louis decided to take a plunge and knock on his door, tell him how he felt, what he wanted to do to him. Marcel’s voice rang out through the door asking who it was; Louis replying by simply saying his first name.
Marcel opened the door a moment later, revealing his smiling face making Louis quite literally weak at the knees. “What can I do for you Mr. Tomlinson?” The young man asked, silently inviting Louis into his office.
“You can tell me your relationship status,” Louis said very upfront, keeping a point blank expression on his face.
“Um... no offence Mr. Tomlinson, but I don’t think that’s really any of your business,” Marcel blushed, turning his head to the side in a vain attempt to hide it from the pop star.
“Oh come on Marce,” Louis tested the nickname for the first time, deciding he liked the way it sounded, he continued on, “You can trust me; I’m not going to tell anyone.”
“You promise?” Marcel asked biting his lip as he stood uncomfortably in front of Louis.
Louis nodded, “Ain’t got no-one to tell anyways,”
“I-er-I haven’t exactly had one yet,” Marcel flushed again when he saw Louis jaw drop, attempting to turn back to his work, but he was stopped by Louis putting a hand on his shoulder to stop him.
“You mean, like, never?” Louis breathed face to face with Marcel now, getting close enough so the boy could actually feel his hot breath on him.
Marcel nodded his head, his breath hitching in his throat when Louis let his hand slip from his shoulder to his hip, giving the flesh there a gentle squeeze.
“Have you ever been kissed?” Louis inquired further sensing Marcel’s awkwardness, but continuing anyway. Marcel shook his head looking down so as he could avoid Louis’ burning gaze. “Would you like to change that?”
Marcel’s head flicked up quickly, his mouth opening a little as if he was trying to speak, but nothing coming out. He blinked hard a few times, swallowing the lump in his throat in an attempt to find his voice, but still no words seemed to form.
Louis smiled to himself, taking Marcel’s speechlessness as a yes and leaning forward towards him. Their lips only brushed at first, the lightest of touches before Marcel finally let his hands fly up to Louis’ neck to smack their mouths together in a heated snog. Louis managed to force his tongue between Marcel’s lips and into the hot, wet cavern of his mouth, covering every inch of it.
Suddenly Marcel’s hands were off his neck and his mouth was torn away from the other boy’s as the gelled haired boy yanked himself free. Louis raised an eyebrow with a questioning expression hoping that it would cover the fact he was really worried that he had fucked up any chance he had with Marcel.
“I-I don’t want you to think I’m the kind of person to just... you know... with anyone,” Marcel stammered his front teeth sinking into his bottom lip.
“What? Oh, oh no, no, I don’t!” Louis exclaimed one of his hands waving out in front of him at the dismissal.
“Good,” Marcel breathed lunging forward again and reconnecting their mouths with bruising force, teeth clashing in a brutal motion. Louis’ moved his mouth to start trailing kisses and bites down Marcel’s neck, “Jesus,”
“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable,” Louis said between biting down and sucking on the soft, pale skin of Marcel’s neck and collarbones.
“I don’t,” Marcel moaned his hands tangling in Louis’ hair and tugging slightly on the golden brown strands there.
“We don’t have to go any further if you don’t want to. I can stop anytime you want,” Louis insisted, but he still didn’t stop.
“I don’t want you to stop!” Marcel exclaimed pulling Louis off his neck and slamming their lips back together.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” Louis mumbled as he kicked the door shut, flicking the lock as well and closing the blinds on the window and door so that no nosy perverts could peer in on them from the corridor. He was then on Marcel again, pulling at his jumper and tugging it along with his top over his head.
Marcel almost tore the buttons off Louis’ shirt with the way he ripped it open, desperate to see him, “God you’re so hot,” Marcel whispered.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” Louis smirked pushing Marcel back until the back of his legs hit the desk that was situated just a little further back than the centre of the room. With a quick wink, Louis used one arm to sweep the content of Marcel’s neatly arranged desk onto the floor; the older lad lifted Marcel off his feet and sat him on the desk that was now clear.
It didn’t take a second for Marcel to be tugging at Louis’ black leather belt, unbuckling it and yanking it out of the loops on the twenty one year olds jeans. Once he had removed the belt, Marcel made quick work of getting Louis’ trousers off. Ignoring the fact that Louis had completely ruined his neatly arranged desk Marcel led down onto his back to let the Doncaster boy get a better view of his pale torso.
Louis almost growled as he leaned down over the lad to lay his mouth down on the snowy flesh of his collar bones, his fingers working the zip on Marcel’s beige trousers at the same time, pulling them half way down his legs and letting Marcel kick them off the rest of the way.
The tight, black material of Marcel’s briefs was torn from his body as soon as his trousers hit the floor and he could see Louis drop to his knees in front of him. Hot breath ghosted on the milky flesh of Marcel’s thighs where Louis was breathing heavily between his slightly spread legs. Using the back of his hands, Louis opened Marcel’s legs further so he could get a better view of what he wanted to see so badly. “Pretty, pretty boy,” Louis quirked smiling at the way Marcel shuddered, moaning above him.
“Christ, would you just bloody do something, Louis?” Marcel huffed out after moments of Louis simply staring at his naked body without even so much as putting his hands somewhere on him.
“Shh. Have patients, love,” Louis muttered leaning his head forward more so that he ended up at eye level with Marcel’s tight, waiting hole. “You’ve never done anything like this before, have you?”
Marcel’s cheeks flushed a hot pink in embarrassment. It was a tad bit sad that he was almost twenty years old and he hadn’t been laid yet, until today he hadn’t even been snogged before. “Maybe I have, maybe I haven’t. That’s none of your business, Tomlinson.” Marcel said playfully, deciding he like the way that Louis’ eyes shined a little at the teasing tone in his voice.
Instead of trying to shoot back a cheeky reply, Louis simply leaned forward and flattened his hot tongue against Marcel’s virgin hole, licking a line from the younger lad’s lower spine to his perineum.
Oh and the moan that fell from those once so innocent lips was worthy of a sex addict, it really was. Until that point Louis had been unaware that virgins could even make such beautiful sounds on their first time.
“Say my name, baby,” Louis growled as he continued to relentlessly press his tongue against Marcel’s tight hole. “Fucking moan my name.”
“Louis,” Marcel barely managed to gasp out, “God yes, Louis!” He was gaining a little more confidence now and he wasn’t sure if it was because he was blinded with pure pleasure or whether it was the supreme power Louis had with his tongue that was making him moan and whimper without any sort of self control.
Louis ran his tongue in tight little circles, dipping inside the younger boy sometimes, making him squeak and through his head back with a low groan.
It was undeniably the best thing Marcel had ever felt when Louis brought one of his hands up beside his mouth and pressed his middle finger inside up to the first knuckle. There was a slight burning sensation at the unfamiliar stretch, but it was the last thing on Marcel’s mind as Louis continued to repeatedly lap his hot tongue over his hole.
Slowly, Louis edged his finger in the rest of the way, thrusting it shallowly; he was being extra careful at the moment since he knew it was Marcel’s first time and he really didn’t want to hurt him. Adding a second, Louis scissored them slightly, wincing when he heard the pained his from the younger man.
“Is this okay?” Louis questioned, curling his fingers a little inside the other lad.
“Y-yeah,” Marcel stammered, “Just not used to it is a-all. You can move them now.”
So Louis did. He pulled his two fingers almost fully from the boy before thrusting them back in deep and spreading them as wide as he could in the tight confines.
This action was repeated several times before Marcel was moaning and whining at Louis that he was ready.
“I don’t have any, like, protection...” Louis warned as he yanked his boxers down his own legs and spat into his own palm, covering his cock with it.
“Don’t care,” Marcel panted, “Just need you, like, right about now would be a good time.”
Louis chuckled and hovered himself over Marcel’s skinny body, “I’ll go slow, love, but tell me if it’s too much.”
“Will do; now, can we- OH!” Marcel was cut off when Louis pressed the head of his cock inside him. It was a bigger stretch than Louis’ fingers had been, but he could accommodate it without it being painful.
“Okay?” Louis asked using all his will power not to just thrust all the way into the tight haven that was surrounding him.
“Mhm,” Marcel nodded, his hands slid down Louis’ spine, pulling him in closer until the older man bottomed out.
“Yeah, you like that?” Louis groaned thrusting shallowly a few times to let the both of them get used to it.
“God, yes!” Marcel cried letting Louis pull out almost all the way before quickly refilling him; Louis’ pace began to speed up, taking Marcel’s pleasure filled moans and cries as encouragement.
Neither of them were going to last long, they were far to riled up for the foreplay before hand, but they didn’t care, for the moment they were far more than pleased to be joined with one another.
“You like my cock in you? Like being my little slut?” Louis growled, the obscene sound of skin slapping skin filling the room around them.
“L-Louis,” Marcel panted, nails digging into the flesh of Louis’ back, leaving bright red scratch marks in their wake, “Touch me, t-touch me, please,”
Not needing to be asked twice, Louis reached his hand down between them and grabbed a hold of Marcel’s achingly hard erection, jerking him in time with his thrusts.
“Gonna come for me?” Louis asked gruffly, rapidly trying to get Marcel to his release.
Marcel couldn’t say a thing, he was completely breathless; Louis’ hand on his cock and wonderful places deep inside of him being brutalized. All he could do was let go entirely, allowing himself to climax, release over Louis’ hand and clench his walls around his cock.
Louis stuttered a little, his thrusts momentarily losing their rhythm before he to reached his peek, realising into the younger boy.
"I really want to be with you," Louis sighed, his hand petting through Marcel's gelled hair.
"You don't mean that," Marcel hung his head, no one had ever wanted to be with him. It's just the way it was.
"Yes I do," Louis hummed, pressing a kiss to Marcel's forehead, "Don't try and think my feelings for you could be affected just because you've never had a serious relationship or whatever. I really, really like you."
They lay in that exact same position for almost ten minutes, neither man saying anything, but both thinking the exact same thing.
