#{ thread ; marley }

[thisgusting]

starter for: @vicletnight, based on THIS !!

"wait, wait, wait !! darling, i am so sorry !! one of the interns did not know how to close the lab properly, and... uh... things went awry..." marley called out, reaching for the other's shoulder to pat it ever so gently, attempting to stop them from leaving the booth. who was she to meddle in someone's business ?? well, the answer was clear — nobody !! but... did that ever stop her ?? absolutely not. they were about to leave, the waitress kept nagging them, asking all those questions, and the scientist could not just stand there and do nothing !! with her sparkling personality and an envelope-like purse clutched to her chest, she was ready to act her heart out !! for funsies, of course. and... to annoy the waitress a little bit, but... that's neither here nor there. "just... roll with it, yeah ?? we're going to have a pleasant time, rest assured !!" a wide, sincere smile making appearance on her features as she spoke in a whisper, leaning a bit closer, just to be sure nobody else but them heard her, "i'm marley, and whoever decided to dip, is a douche..."

[jessicaortease]

Jess sighed, the sound leaving her before she could think the better of it. She absently registered the side eye that Jared gave her, immersed in his own tangent as he was. He was telling the whole room a story, everyone so captivated by whatever shit he appeared to be spewing, but Jessie was bored. It wasn’t that she didn’t love her boyfriend – she did, she was sure of it! – but she couldn’t deny that he was a little... uninteresting. He was an accountant, meaning that every day he’d come home, talk to her about his day, and Jessie would be quietly imagining a world where she actually gave a shit about the things coming out of his mouth. It was tragic and cruel, she was all too aware, but she could feel her eyelids growing heavier by the minute, the soft buzz of the few glasses of wine she’d had helping ease her into a gentle lull beside him. 

Just as she’d been slowly drifting off, tucked into his side and pointedly disinterested in the looks of irritation that were being directed at her by their circle of friends, a noise from the kitchen caught her attention. Jess would recognise Marley’s laugh anywhere, and the familiar sound seemed to ground her, dragging her back to reality as she tore her gaze away from the living room and over her shoulder. She could just about see the outline of her friend’s smile, a glow so captivating that it was almost dizzying, warmth spreading through her chest at the sight of her. 

With a lazy, half-hearted peck to Jared’s cheek, Jessica pushed herself up off of the sofa, mumbling something about needing another drink, and ambled towards Marley and her party of one. She already knew that whatever was keeping the pretty blonde distracted on this side of the house was a damn sight more interesting than anything anybody else was doing, and her own presumptions were confirmed the second she rounded the corner, seeing two border collie puppies rolling around at her feet. 

“I actually don’t know what’s cuter. You or the puppies,” Jess laughed, making her presence known. 

In her usual, overly affectionate manner, she joined Marley from behind and wrapped her arms around the other girl’s waist, tucking her chin against her shoulder as she took in the sight that had kept her so amused. 

“See, this is where the real party is at,” she teased, pressing a playful kiss to the other girl’s cheek. “It’s a literal snooze-fest in there. Thanks Jay-Dog.” 

[chronicxwanderlust]

“What’s the matter, handsome, friends can’t come out to play today?” A pout pulled at Marley’s bottom lip, cheek propped up by her palm propped up by her elbow on the countertop that separated the two of them. She’d noticed him the moment he’d first walked through those doors; it helped that he stuck out like a sore thumb amongst his peers, at least ten years most of their juniors, but that hadn’t been the only thing about him that’d caught her eye. Tonight was just the first time she’d caught him alone, his usual entourage missing from his side, and Marley planned on using that to her full advantage. “Hope you don’t mind my askin’, but you always hang ‘round men old enough to be your dad?” Her eyebrows raised curiously, pout turned to a slow grin. “Don’t you got any friends your own age?” She’d like to be his friend, she thought. He was a quiet one, but he had soulful eyes; there was a lot more happening behind them than he let on, that was for sure, even if the most they’d spoken was her asking him how he liked his eggs.

@kiplingwriter​

[thedevilwrappedinsilk]

closed starter for @hcmevideos --- based on this

a   disarmingly   charming   smile   on   his   face,   he   leans   against   their   desk   with   his   back,   tapping   the   wood   with   his   fingertips   before   putting   the   palm   of   his   hand   on   the   back   of   theirs.   "you   work   too   much.   you're   always   the   last   one   to   leave."   

[writermuses]

@waveofstars continued from here

Nate sat up so quickly that even Cosmo startled. His arms wrapped around his knees and he ran his fingers over his beard. "I don't want to say goodbye anymore, Marley. Why do we keep doing this when we're both miserable apart?" His blue eyes looked over at her, sad and pleading. "Please, Marley? Aren't we worth it?"

[bluerevs-test]

[plantgirlpops]

Poppy didn’t drink often, but when she did it was always very evident why. While the light buzz did her confidence wonders, it usually meant Poppy’s filter was practically non-existent, and she could usually be found whirling around the dancefloor with Diego, her best friend’s hands skimming her body shamelessly, giggles bubbling from the back of her throat. Tonight was no different, only it came with the added bonus that so many of their other friends were there, too. 

While Poppy had wanted to slip into her comfies and settle down with her Islanders for the night, Diego had surprised her at the end of the show by telling her that Chess, Joey, and Marley were all waiting in the VIP lounge. With tonight’s venue just outside of New York, she’d been reveling in the fact that they might just have enough time to make it home for her to sleep in her own bed that night. When they’d exited the stage that evening, Poppy slipping her guitar from her shoulders and handing it carefully over to Noah with a warm smile and a pep in her step, Diego had sprung up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, nuzzling his face against her neck. It hadn’t gone amiss to her that Noah had rewarded them both with a look of repulsion before he’d walked away, but she’d been so distracted by the feel of Diego around her, loose strands of hair tickling her cheek, that she hadn’t paid him much notice. 

Then,en her ex-boyfriend had told her that he’d noticed how lonely she’d been getting on the road, how homesick all the travelling was making her, and that he’d called in a few favours to get their mutual friends some of the best seats in the house, as well as ensuring they had a private room at the club tonight. Diego knew that Poppy wasn’t overly fond of the post-show industry parties that he frequented so often, and she’d rewarded him with a lengthy kiss on the mouth before bouncing off to go and greet her friends. 

Now, she was three drinks in, a little bit tipsy, and all danced out. 

With Henry distracted by Chess, and Joey on the dancefloor with Micah, Poppy was delighted to see that Diego had yet to monopolise all of Marley’s time, and that the seat next to her was still free. Skipping over to the other girl, Poppy slipped into booth that Marley was situated at, and dropped her head against the blonde’s shoulder with a contented sigh. 

“My feet might hurt but my heart is so full,” Poppy announced to Marley. 

Reaching out, she tugged her friend’s hand into her own, tangling their fingers together and letting them fall into her lap. Sneaking a sideways glance at her, staring up through her lashes, Poppy couldn’t help but notice just how pretty Marley looked. 

Not that Marley didn’t always look pretty – she did, she was beautiful, and her smile always gave Poppy butterflies – but tonight in particular she seemed to glow. Her blue eyes appeared to sparkle under the fluorescent lights of the club, and her golden locks were tinged with a pinkish hue that made her look unearthly. For one, fleeting moment, Poppy’s eyes strayed to her lips, and she wondered absently what it might be like to kiss a girl – though, not just any girl, but Marley. 

“You look so beautiful tonight, Marls,” Poppy told her, the words falling from her lips before she thought any better of it. 

She didn’t tend to shy away from complimenting her friends at any other time, but it felt strange complimenting Marley when she was sitting beside the other girl, daydreaming about tasting her tongue against her own. 

“I’m so glad you’re here, by the way,” she added, shifting her face so she could nuzzle gently against the girl’s neck. Absently, she pressed a kiss to Marley’s shoulder, barely falling short of her neck, and quietly hummed with delight. “I’ve missed you while we’ve been gone.” 

[razedhell]

tags pt. 6 - emmett fallon

[fadinglights]

continued from here, @twistedthings

yuna  had  anticipated  witnessing  heartache  and  rage  in  her  lover's  eyes,  yet  the  sight  of  it  still  squeezes  her  heart.  "but  i  didn't."  she  murmurs,  acknowledging  that  explaining  the  situation  would  require  plenty of  time  if  marley  cared  to  listen.  how  would  she  react  if  the  roles  were  reversed?  yuna  imagines  an  equal  amount  of  disbelief  and  even  greater  wrath.  it's  not  an  easy  pill  to  swallow,  and  she  understands  that  she  cannot  expect  to  be  welcomed  with  open  arms  immediately,  as  if  nothing  had  ever  happened,  as  if  the  betrayal  had  never  occurred.  "i  know."  yuna's  voice  trembles  as  tears  well  up  in  her  own  eyes,  mirroring  marley's  shaken  state.  despite  knowing  she  has  no  right  to  do  so,  her  hand  instinctively  reaches  out  to  cup  marley's  face,  gently  wiping  away  a  stray  tear  only  for  more  to  cascade  down  marley's  cheeks.  "i'm  really  sorry.  i  can  explain."  she's  right  —  she  should  have  stayed  away  and  spared  marley  the  heartbreak  of  seeing  her  back  in  her  life.  it  might  hurt  for  a  while,  but  eventually,  marley  will  gather  enough  courage  to  move  on  and  find  someone  new  who  can  offer  a  simpler  life,  someone  who  can  bring  happiness  without  the  burden  of  lies  that  yuna  carries.  "i  never  wanted  to  hurt  you,  i  swear."  if  there  was  a  way  to  escape  without  causing  pain,  she  would  have  taken  it.

[thedcvilherself]

he knew it was only a matter of time until he had to let her parents to talk to her. they’ve been calling him every day asking about their daughter. asking if she was finally ready to talk to them. if she’s ready to come home. he can’t have that. this was her home now. with him. there was only so many excuses he can come up with until they start getting suspicious. not of him. never of him considering he is her grandfather and they know he wanted nothing but the best for her. but they’ll think something is up. that he’s trying to cover something up for her. the last thing he wanted was for them to come here unannounced, especially when she spends most of her days naked. fitzgerald hated the thought of them ruining the perfect little world the two of them have created at his lake house. “shit,” he groans at that all too familiar feeling as she feeds her sloppy cunt with his cock. fitzgerald finds that no matter how many times he has been inside her, he could never get enough. if he could, he would spend hours of his days buried inside her. cockwarming him as he did his work. now that’s an idea. “oh darlin’…” his hands gripped at her waist, pulling her flush against his body. he leaned down to kiss her bare shoulder, the scruff of his jaw grazing her skin. “this is right where you belong, doll. always on grandpa’s cock.” even her cunt knew. feeling her wall tighten around him as soon as she sat on his fat dick. fitzgerald’s hands slid down to cup her ass. her cunt was a slippery mess so it was easy to push her body upwards until only the tip was inside her before he was thrusting his hips to impale her back on his cock. “fucking feel so good. how are you still so tight around me.” he growls out as he slapped her ass. “show grandpa just how much you love him.. come bounce on my dick.”

the plugs were big but they were nothing compared to her grandfather, a length and thickness that couldn’t be duplicated, that marley wouldn’t find in any toy or any of the boys that would be striving for her attention should she have gone to college as was expected of her. “grandpa...” her face is burrowing into the warmth of his shoulder, body trembling as he pulls her to him, as he forces the rest of his magnificent cock deep into her. there’s an audible sound as he fills her, as he slides back into the place he belongs, liquids squelching out of her filthily. it’s impossible to tell how much of the wetness is her and how much is his leftover seed, knowing only that she was thankful for the ease it presented him in taking her again, even as the warm juices rushed out of her. it wasn’t just audible, it was visible, glistening off her thighs like a trophy thanks to the sun. it should shame her, if nothing else — the fact that boats could pass by his lake front home at any moment, that neighbors or her family could stop in unannounced to find her naked and whining. yet, it wasn’t even a thought in her mind; not when his hands were on her, not when he was inside her, not when she has him to focus on. what else was there to worry about when he was there to love her, to guide her, to show her where she belonged, what she was made for? “i don’t want to be anywhere else, daddy.” as if her words need reaffirming, his grip is guiding her back off his length, only to snap back upwards, a thrust so strong she swore she could feel him within her stomach. it brings a pathetic cry from her lips, tears rushing down her cheeks as her body is overwhelmed with him. “right where I belong.” she repeats the words back to him, somehow an answer to his question. there’s a desperation to tell him how much she loved him but she knows that’s not what he was searching for. he wanted to see it, to feel it as clearly as she felt his love fill her. her hands grip his shoulders, leaning back from the safety of his chest and lifting her hips, drawing her tight cunt back up his cock and back down again, slow and steady, savoring every inch with moans of satisfaction. her hooded gaze is locked onto his face, lips parted as she repeats the action again and again. 

[mournfulminds]

╱ starter for ❪ @waveofstars​ ❫ .

January 23rd happened to fall on a Monday that year and a day after the Lunar New Year, and although Seobin had been very busy up until that time, only seeing Marley earlier that month at a New Year's Eve party she accompanied her to; she was steadfast to whisk her away for the night ─ that was if the birthday girl did not have any other plans. Calling her a week prior when she was in California on business, and mostly to hear her voice, she inquired if she was free and if she could plan something, "nothing huge, I promise," were her resounding words, wanting it to be a surprise. When the day finally arrived, she had left a brief birthday message for Marley, knowing she had a busy day ahead of her and would pick her up at 7:30. She also made her a batch of seaweed soup, a customary dish to eat on one's birthday in South Korea and she thought the other might like it on the chilly wintry day. The thermos was situated on top of a honey cake in the front seat as she drove to Marley's loft on the other side of Seattle.

As she pushed the buzzer, Seobin inspected her appearance in the glass of the doors for the final time, clad in a dress the colour of the flowers she was holding. The bushel of lavender encased in eco-friendly paper and a bow of blue silk, hid her face as she knocked on the door, an anxious quality briefly befalling her. But she was greeted by an elegant picture, and her breath hitched as she stammered to speak, dark hues peeking from between the floral bouquet, "happy birthday, 생일 축하해요 / saeng-il chughahaeyo... là breith sona dhuit, oh gosh, I hope I'm saying that sort of right, feel free to correct me in any way." She was swayed by this figure, her heart no longer timid in its trail. "You look wholly lovely... you sure Jinny won't mind if I steal you away for the night?"

[silascodyarch]

closed for: @marleycallahan

where: north light community center

Two shares, that was all Silas had lasted before his chair scraped obnoxiously against the floor beneath it and he stepped out for a smoke without excusing himself. It was his first time attending, and he already felt dumb for it, even if he couldn't put words to the why of it.

He had just lit his spliff when he found his eyes tracking a blonde who seemed wholly unsure about where she wanted to be. Inside, outside, he could practically feel indecision radiating off her. As far as he knew, there was nothing else going on in the center at the current time slot, so he assumed she was here for the same reason he was.

"Yo blondie, you turned around or something?"

[bowiepens]

♡ @felteverywhere​​​  liked  for  a  lyric  starter  ;

for  dina  zambrano  //  ft.  marley  bautista.

“the first time i tasted somebody else’s spit, i had a coughing fit. i mistakenly called them by your name, it wasn’t the same.”

[chronicxwanderlust]

She'd gotten used to the stillness of the apartment when Dean was away. Marley had never had any qualms about being left alone to her own devices; her favorite company being herself, after all...but if she had to pick a second favorite, the odds were looking good for the man whose smile she had grown to miss in the last 48 hours since his shift had begun.

Dean Jackson had surprised her. Not an easy feat for a woman who tried her best to live life with minimal expectations, and yet a challenge he had rose to the occasion for. Vancouver had never meant to become anything more than a check off of a pages long travel bucket list, a short stop on her way to wherever it was that came next. It still was--still would be, right after it stopped being this. Stopped being the excitement that flooded her stomach with butterflies when the sound of the door opening echoed across the apartment, the familiar footfalls quick to follow, and the sound of how he called out her name.

"In here!" Water lapped gently at the edge of the porcelain as Marley sat up, soapy suds clinging to her bare skin. She liked to imagine that his pace quickened upon learning of her location, watching the bathroom door open in what felt like record timing, and there he stood in the frame of it. Had it really only been two days?

Her grin was instantaneous, body shifting once more to relax into the water. Nonchalance, as if the butterflies were not still batting away. "And here I was thinkin' I'd need to start settin' some fires around here." Her eyebrows rose, "did you miss me?" As if she didn't already know the answer.

@sinsoakedsaints​​

[thedevilwrappedinsilk]

••   closed   starter   @aconites  –   plot:   **   Someone   give   me   an   angsty   plot   of   “I’m   pregnant   and   your   mistress.   What   do   you   mean   you   won’t   leave   your   wife??   You   said   you   love   me.”   Imagine   the   angst   when   she   cuts   all   ties   with   him   for   months   and   then   he   runs   into   her   and   she’s   got   this   big   belly.   He   just   stands   there   like   f.uck   I   do   love   her.   I   gotta   win   her   back.   **

at   first,   he   acts   as   if   he   doesn't   see   her.   she's   in   the   baby   aisle,   a   newborn   onesie   with   cute   little   ducks   painted   on   it   in   her   hands.   it's   unmistakable,   the   swell   of   her   belly,   and   he   absentmindedly   remembers   his   mother   once   telling   him   that   babies   in   this   family   always   run   large.   she   looks   vulnerable.   fragile.   at   last,   he   steps   next   to   her,   heart   beating   wildly,   and   pretends   to   search   for   something   on   one   of   the shelves.   "   hey.   "

[petals2fish]

He’s shirtless.

He’s fucking standing there, shirtless.

Lily did not know what to do with her hands, or eyes, or legs, or hair. She’s frozen in the middle of the field where she’d been meeting Marley for a post practice walk back to the castle for the Slug Club meeting. Marley was busy blabbering on about Anna Spinnet getting on her nerves, going on and on about some rule book thing.

Maybe.

To be honest, the words didn’t even register in Lily’s brain. There was nothing going on up there, not a single brain cell firing, not once she caught sight of him. Instead she stood there, mute, wondering if she could die from attraction.

Next to “Fatal Attraction” in the dictionary, was James Potter.

Now don’t get her wrong, she crushed on him everyday. He had many qualities that made him worthy of a swoon.

His hair, for one, was windswept to one side with curls sticking out in places he’d not managed to tap down. She’d once gotten to run her fingers through the strands and they’d felt like sugar candy from the fair, waves spun like thread that might melt from her touch.

His eyes, if she were standing close enough, would be a deep shade of brown with gold and green flecks. Not emerald green like hers, a softer green, like the color of the sea in photos from southern islands. She’d seen it in postcards, almost like diamonds reflecting a green light.

More impressively, he was shirtless.

Rippled arm muscles demanded her gaze as he drank from a water bottle, the water dripping out of his mouth he was so careless with it. It was May, warming up, and the early summer sun had slightly tanned his chest. Curly black hair ran across his chest, and normally she hated chest hair, but this was James Potter. 

He broke all her rules but that only made sense where he was concerned. Lily often wondered if the man had ever followed a rule in his life. He was known for detentions and late night parties with friends. He had no idea how to stay out of trouble, but maybe that’s why she liked him so much.

She couldn’t stay out of trouble either.

Lily imagined if he ever showed up to class like that, she would grab him by the waistband of his quidditch joggers and pull him into her lap. Merlin, he’d tower over her, consume her, on top. His hand was big enough to hold a quaffle so he could handle her breasts with ease. One of those hands ran across his beautiful body, preparing to stretch and—

She swallowed a sigh just as someone side smacked her, making her call out and capturing the attention of everyone nearby.

“What was that for!” Lily demanded with a cry, rubbing the side of her head and glaring at Sirius Black who had his arms crossed and was looking at her like he could read her mind.

“Dunno,” Sirius tilted his head, his grey eyes slightly narrowed, “I couldn’t tell if you were having a stroke or not, your eye kept twitching.”

“So you hit me?” Lily stepped away from the tall Gryffindor, still rubbing her cheek pathetically, her eyes darting back to James who (still shirtless) was now watching them with one eyebrow quirked.

“My house elf taught me to smack my uncle Boris when he was having a stroke,” Sirius shrugged as he waltzed past, cool as could be, in James’ direction. “Hasn’t failed me yet.”

“I wasn’t having a stroke!” She called after him, “I was—“

Sirius grinned wickedly as he turned on a heel to watch her expression momentarily falter as she stopped herself from speaking. “I know what you were doing, but until you’re willing to pay up, gawking counts.”

She shot him a nasty hand gesture at which he laughed before finishing a complete turn to face James who mumbled something to Sirius quietly. Sirius kept in a bit of laughter as he passed James a shirt, not answering.

Lily cursed Sirius within an inch of his life when James took the shirt and covered back up. Sure, she might’ve made a bet with Sirius that she’d never date James Potter, or else she’d owe him twenty galleons, but that hardly meant she couldn’t stare politely when James offered himself up for it.

She just had to figure out how to get him shirtless again.