all i think about is you.

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[mari-alice]

REFERENCE : Flower Festival Attire <3

[weshaynes]

mari-alice​:

Mari felt the pressure building up just behind her navel, warmth curling her toes and echoing in the noises spilling out from her lips. She would never flatter someone by faking an orgasm so when she tensed around his fingers and moaned, eyes drifting shut in release, her body trembled around his frame. She peered up at him after a few moments to reorganize her thoughts, she smiled and tried to sit up, “Your turn.” -

Wes had felt her coming close and when she finally came he continued his barrage. Extending her orgasm and intensifying it. When she finally calmed down he stood up and walked over to his bag, taking out a fairly large and thick pack of deep blue rope and a crop. When she smiled at him he gave her a brief smile before changing his posture to a more serious tone.

“Alright, fun time is over.“ He said, his voice dropping and all warmth removed from it. He walked over to her, lifted up her skirt again and tapped her on the thigh with his crop before pointing down next to him on the floor. “Get down on your knees, facing away from me, hands on your back.“ He tapped her twice more before giving her a click of the tongue. “Hurry up, I don’t have all day.“

[mari-alice]

CONLUDED - 09/24/2020 

[mari-alice]

Dutch X Mari - RJ - Dropped

MARI

Mari was at Rammer Jammer, leaned back against the bar and watching her best friend disappear out the front door, attached to a broad Dom. Her stomach growled, low and insistent, and she tried to remember if she had anything at home to eat. But she hadn’t gone grocery shopping in a couple weeks and her heart sank at the thought of the last pretzel hot pocket in the freezer.

“Instead of buying me a drink, would someone buy me pancakes instead if I asked nicely, do you think?” She turned her head to look at the stranger closest to her, the question serious.

DUTCH

It was always a bit unusual for him to be at the Rammer. The place felt way too fancy for his tastes, but here he was sitting up at the bar hovering over one of the nicer beers. It was nice, that he could admit to, even if he balked at the price they were selling it for. He'd been alone that evening minding his own when he heard her voice, speaking over the current twang of the song over the radio. "Don't think they sell pancakes here." He chuckles, "You'd do better to go to Mac's. Best pancakes in town."

MARI

"Eh, I work there. I rather not go unless I absolutely have to. Buuuuuuut I could get free pancakes...." Mari trailed off in thought, fingers tapping against the bar. She suddenly turns her head back to him, "I'll buy your drink if you come get pancakes with me. How bout it?" Her eyes crinkle as she smiles. There was something mischievous about how she look at him.

DUTCH

"Free pancakes? That's a pretty big deal." He'd say, with a light chuckle to his tone. He understood why she didn't want to go back to where she worked, not everyone had the same love for their work like Dutch did. He thought over her offer then nodded. "That's a generous offer, I'd be an idiot to turn it down." He'd smile back, taking up on the offer was probably the smartest choice he'd made lately.

MARI

“Awesome!” She grinned and drummed her hands against the bar in excitement, pointing at the bartender, “Add his drink to my tab, man. I’ll see you later.” She grabbed her leather jacket off the back of her chair and hung it over her shoulder, “Did I mention your driving? That’s okay, right? I usually just walk here cause it’s close to my place.”

DUTCH

"Thanks." He said to her before getting up from the stool, waving towards the bartender before taking his leave. "Am I, huh?" He chuckled, pushing open the door of the place for her before stepping outside. "Lucky you, I brought my bike with me today." He said stepping out towards where he'd parked her. "It's not every day I let people ride her."

MARI

Mari grinned when he held open the door. What a gentleman. It was nice. Then her heart stuttered and she glanced back at him at his words. Maybe it was just a coincidence... Mari followed him to his bike and paused, "Oh my god. I knew it. We were gonna meet up tomorrow for a ride!" The young submissive grins so big she's practically beaming, rocking on her heels.

@xxdutch

[mari-alice]

James X Mari - Rammer Jammer - Incomplete / Discontinued

Mari Simmons

The bar was as busy as any Thursday night. Not nearly as packed as it was on the weekends, but just enough Mari had to wait for a moment before there was enough space to squeeze into. She would get to dancing later. At this moment, she needed something with bite. The submissive leaned across the bar in between warm bodies on either side, back suggestively arched for anyone paying attention, "Johnnie Walker Black on the rocks, if you don't mind love." And there was that charming smile. She was a regular, and was there more evenings than not. The glass appeared in her hand in short order and the painter turned, intent on getting away from the bar due to the lack of seating. Until she turned and met the gaze of a man sitting to her right. There was another person at her back, she knew, and there were people waiting to access the bar to order their own drinks. But she stilled and took a minute to look him over, eyes of burnt amber flickering back to that gaze, smirking, and then finally making a move to step away.

JAMES

James was used to getting what he wanted. It came with the territory of being famous, with women and men alike throwing themselves at his feet, kneeling for him. But, on occasion, James liked a challenge. He wanted a submissive who'd give him trouble, test the limits of his dominance.

And, tonight? It looked like one had found him. Tall, leggy, with a body to die for and a crown of red hair. Who said blondes had more fun? Certainly not this one.

As she passed in front of him, she met his gaze, pretty little pink mouth ticking upwards into a smirk before she moved to step away. No, no, James wasn't letting her get away that easily. He caught her wrist in his grip then, tugging her abruptly into him. A bold move, yeah. A jackass one, too, he knew, one women more often than not ate up. "Where are you off to in such a hurry, darlin'?" he asked her, his own mouth curving upwards into a matching devil's smirk.

Mari Simmons

That challenging smirk didn't falter even as she felt a calloused hand wrap around her wrist and pull. Her gaze flickered back to his, closer now that she was inches away and crowded into his space. She took in the icy blues and the strong jaw, and something in her rose, recognizing the dark in his eyes mirrored in her own. Like was always drawn to like, after all.

As if she hadn't been pulled in to lean her weight into the bar stool and the dominant sitting upon it, she took a drink of the whiskey in her hand she'd managed not to spill a drop of. Casual, cocky. Took a moment to relish in the bite of the alcohol and the hand still around her wrist before replying. "To find a seat. Maybe dance."

[enchantedmoons]

I’m screaming I don’t care…

[arandomthot]

That last line took me out

[mari-alice]

Hazel x Mari - Gift Shopping - CONCLUDED ( Event Centered )

MARI

“Do you think they’d use this?”

Mari showed off the object in her hands, waggling her brows at her friend at the shape of the object and giggled.

“It’s a meat pounder. Get it?”

HAZEL

Hazel snorted. “Oh I’m sure Stella is pounding Avery’s meat alright.” She proudly procured said meat pounder and swung it around until it came to rest on her shoulder. “Definitely my choice of weapon if the zombie apocalypse ever happens.”

Hazel discarded the meat pounder then, crossing her arms behind her back as she turned to grin at Mari. “How many blenders you reckon they’ll receive?”

MARI

Mari scrunched her nose, eyes dancing, “In the apocalypse? Do you have a biting kink I don’t know about? You’d never fight off a zombie with that thing.”

Turning back to the kitchenware they were perusing, she hummed in thought, “At least three, definitely. Avery looks like a smoothie man. Does Stel have a wedding registry? I’m so bad at gift giving.”

HAZEL

Hazel snorted. "Marigold Simmons, it's like you don't even know me." She grinned at her then, bumping her shoulder with Mari's. "Of course I have a biting kink. The harder the better."

She laughed at Mari's comment on Avery. He did look like a smoothie guy. "Probably drinks kale smoothies. Have you seen his muscles?" Hazel hummed. "Don't know, don't care. They get what they get and they'll be thankful." She gestured towards a nice set of knives then, smirking at Mari. "Think these would be too kinky of a gift?"

MARI

“I do know you. And you’d hate being a zombie. So, you know, if we’re teaming up for the apocalypse,” she grins and bumps her shoulder back, “I can’t in very good conscience let you use that as a weapon.”

Ew, kale smoothies. Why someone had to add something green into something fruity and delicious was lost on her. “Oh my god, yeeeeees. Lucky Stella. She has good tastes.” Looking at the knives indicated, she couldn’t help but laugh, “Oh, that is scandalous. They’re a bit pricey for my budget, though, for real. Jimmy raised rent again cause he saw how much I got for that last commission I did.”

Her fingers reached out to a shelf, “What about a panini press or a couple of these little gadgets?” She picked up two, mostly because they were pretty colors, but she wasn’t really sure what they did.

@hazel-jean

[mari-alice]

Hazel x Mari - Texts ( Misc.) - CONCLUDED. <3

Mari Simmons

TEXT: are you alive? cook said you called out today TEXT: you never call out when we work together. TEXT: i need to make up a cringy nickname for you. that’s a sign of friendship. TEXT: hazel for real have you been kidnapped and do i need to bust down someone’s door

HAZEL TEXT: alive? subjective. TEXT: my head hurts like a bitch, mari TEXT: bring me something greasy TEXT: pls GOD TEXT: no i wasn't kidnapped. sheesh, ur such a worrywart. TEXT: fucked within an inch of my life tho? hell yeah TEXT: mac pissed? this is like the second time i've called in this week lol TEXT: love ya? hope it didn't suck TEXT: tho i prob did bc i wasn't there

Mari Simmons TEXT: what did you get into TEXT: oh, oh WHO got into you spill the deats!!! TEXT: nah he’s fine. you know you’re his favorite. TEXT: is this a situation that calls for cheesy grits or bacon? TEXT: we got slammed a bit ago but im making that dough thx to you skipping out to get laid. TEXT: were they at least cuter than the last one? then i forgive you

HAZEL TEXT: you mean, who did i let inside of me TEXT: i think his name was richard. dick maybe? TEXT: eh. can't remember. wasn't real high on my list of priorities. TEXT: bacon. def bacon. TEXT: pls. mac totally loves u more than me. i'm convinced he only lets me get away w/ shit to get on your good side. TEXT: ugh. ur never gonna let that go are you? it was dark in that club ok? TEXT: yes girl hot with two ts.

Mari Simmons TEXT: you lucky traitor, you totally had fun last night and left me at home TEXT: i’ll bring you some greasy heaven TEXT: pls. mac tolerates me. he always acts weird when i ask to talk to him 1v1 TEXT: okay okay, the club was dark but what about when you got outside and into a cab? TEXT: imma be needing some of that hot with two ts too September 16, 2020

HAZEL TEXT: Ugh. This hangover is killer. What the hell kind of alcohol were they serving at that claiming? TEXT: You make it home alive?

Mari Simmons TEXT: evil cackle TEXT: but no, yeah, i got home safely. a little sad nothing came of getting all dressed up tho <-<

HAZEL TEXT: I may have gotten lucky. September 19, 2020

Mari Simmons TEXT: im so proud of you ;-; TEXT: did you catch a name

@hazel-jean

[kitty-n-classe]

[doll]

I drank because I wanted to drown my sorrows. But now the damned things have learned to swim.

Frida Kahlo (via doll)

[mari-alice]

allnrssell​:

    Allen arched a brow, eyeing her for a moment and absently running a hand over his hatless head, pushing light brown hair out of his face. He was suddenly hyper aware of the way he looked, a warm sweater and some jeans, he hadn’t really been planning on any publicity or camera’s but that wasn’t what this was. The man’s blue eyes narrowed for a moment before realization shone through his features, a small laugh brushed past his lips and he nodded, throwing a thumb over towards his table. “I’ve been camping out, hat’s taking a nap,” even as the words left his mouth Allen made a face, *hat’s taking a nap? what?*. He shook his head and laughed again, “– I can put it on if it means you won’t be so flustered, but… you’re cute when you’re flushed.” 

‘Hat’s taking a nap’? Mari’s shoulders shook, a giggle rising out of her unexpected. She never giggles. Oh, Oliver would be having a field day if he could see her right now. Marigold Simmons, practically queen of one night stands, being instantly charmed by a comment about a hat and her being cute cause she’s flustered? Ridiculous. “I mean, I’d say the damage is already done- actually, I’m feeling a little faint,” she rests the back of her hand up against her forehead and her face falls, just for a moment to drive home the point, “Do you mind if I take that extra chair at your table?” Then she’s smiling at him and picking up her drink from the counter as it’s called out. 

[weshaynes]

mari-alice​:

Mari practically keens, maybe a little too into the idea of him essentially taking her over his knee and making her ass bloom red. She wasn’t too certain about how she was going to feel about it in the morning, but right now, she was taking every rough touch, every deep motion and loving it. Her fingers tightened in his hair for a moment in protest as he withdrew, and she peeked up at him. 

A shiver of pleasure shook her frame, and Mari groaned. She frankly loved being tied up and restrained in whatever shape or form her partner preferred. To get properly tied up, she usually had to arrange a scene specifically for it. Wes tying up her hands? The thought alone sent a shock of warmth and anticipation through her body to pool between her legs. As he continued, she bit her lip and purposely bucked her hips against his hand.

-

He loved her noises, her grinding against his fingers, he felt her getting close and he wouldn’t stop until she came. Hell, he might not even stop when she came. His left hand was digging into her thigh, holding on tight to keep him steady and give her more sensations to excite her.

The thought of tying her up, of dominating her, of having her in his full control excited him. He knew he was hard and excited, his every fiber of his body made sure he knew that, but he also knew that his time would come. She would take care of him, she would have to. He would make sure of that.

[mari-alice]

Mari felt the pressure building up just behind her navel, warmth curling her toes and echoing in the noises spilling out from her lips. She would never flatter someone by faking an orgasm so when she tensed around his fingers and moaned, eyes drifting shut in release, her body trembled around his frame. She peered up at him after a few moments to reorganize her thoughts, she smiled and tried to sit up, “Your turn.”

[mari-alice]

acashbury​:

@mari-alice​.

  She was perhaps a little tipsy, more than tipsy but not completely drunk that’s what her mind was reasoning as  Chloe wandered back to her table with the pitcher of beer. Her eyes trained on the little round spot when a redhead crossed her path. A rather unusual noise from her - sounding much like a housewife running into a girl from her wild times. “Mari!!” She shouted, spilling the beer a bit as she waved her arm up. “You’re here!”

Mari winced at the sound of her name being shouted from not five feet away but laughed good naturally when she recognized the woman behind it, “Chloe! I am here.” The submissive grinned and moved forward, “But I’m always here. I even have a tab. You on the other hand, I haven’t seen you in awhile. Oo- careful with your beer. Let’s sit down for a moment. Where’s your table?”

[allnrssell]

mari-alice​:

@allnrssell​

The bell above the door into Perk Up chimed in greeting as Mari pushed inside, face flushed from running. It was a relief to have the cool air of the cafe against her heated skin, and the smell of honey-roasted coffee had her pausing to relish in the familiar atmosphere. It was still a bit earlier in the morning, but the submissive had been awake for hours. She’d tried to paint when she woke up but had found herself far too restless to work on her latest commission and dawned on her lighter work-out wear before taking to the streets of Edgewater. For as much as she had run, she still felt energy buzzing under her skin. Anticipation. For what? She couldn’t remember. So she was trying to ignore it and go about her typical morning. “Can I get a chai tea latte?” She smiled at the familiar face behind the counter and paid, moving over to the seating to wait for her drink. 

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     Morning’s when Marion was in school were the ones Allen took the most advantage of, packing up his laptop and other items he’d need, Allen totted Marion off to her school and promptly made his way to Perk Up. Not only was the place usually somewhat quite, but the coffee was great and Allen had a an appreciation for good coffee. He’d managed to work his way through a good portion of his work when he ran out of the nectar of life that was sustaining him so far, Allen stretched back in his seat, realizing how he’d been in the same position for some time now due to the ache in his muscles. The man slipped from his seat and picked up his cup, locking his laptop screen before pocketing his phone and moving up to the counter to the barista. 

       Blue hues caught sight of the person moving away from the counter to wait and Allen smiled softly and nodded, making his own order and somewhat joining the young woman in waiting for his own coffee. “Mornin’,” he hummed to the woman, letting his gaze move over her for a moment before he smiled again, a little more friendly than just a casual greeting. “–you alright there? you seem a little flushed.”

[mari-alice]

Mari glances at him, a smile tugging at her lips automatically with the easy energy in the air. She normally was a bit grumpier about this time of day, but she really was just feeling super energized. Not to mention, he was really handsome. “Good morning.” Her lips pulled up into almost a grin as recognition lit up in her eyes. He defintiely looked a bit differant than the profile picture but it was unmistakable when attached to those sweet baby blue eyes. “Must be because you walked in. Where’s your hat?”

[weshaynes]

mari-alice​:

Mari arched into the second intrusion, eyes shutting at the feeling. She didn’t know how other people went more than a week without sex. It was just so lovely and warm and god, his fingers were doing things to her. When he paused to let her adjust, she moved her hips back onto his fingers in protest. A bit of a bratty move, but she really wanted him inside her. 

The dominant wanted her to describe things? That was a bit more brain power than she had. But if he was into dirty talk, she could attempt to do that. “Oo- um, I’d love you to restrict my hands? M-maybe? I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I-I- please do that again - I’m a bit of a brat? I like you te-telling me ohhhh what to do. Rope is cool, cool.” She arches into his mouth, giving into the urge to tangle her fingers into his hair with a low groan of pleasure. “Just - uh, don’t mmmmmm - don’t stop, please.”

-

He loved her movements to allow her to get more of him. He loved her breathless talking, her moaning in between forced sentences. Her heat radiated from her and his fingers were slick with her wetness. He continued his movements as she talked. He slowly removed his mouth from her clit and responded, his fingers still dancing insider her.

“A brat? You’ve been such a good little girl up until now. You wouldn’t want me to have to punish you, right? Would be such a shame see your ass all red, such a beautiful shame…“ He continued his circles on her clit, all softness forgotten, he was really putting pressure on her, his fingers also roughly and deeply penetrating her. He felt her fingers in his hair and smiled widely, breaking free once more.

“I see what you mean, we might have to do something about those grabby little fingers soon, they can stay for now though…“ He quickly said before continuing his work on her squirming body.

[mari-alice]

Mari practically keens, maybe a little too into the idea of him essentially taking her over his knee and making her ass bloom red. She wasn’t too certain about how she was going to feel about it in the morning, but right now, she was taking every rough touch, every deep motion and loving it. Her fingers tightened in his hair for a moment in protest as he withdrew, and she peeked up at him. 

A shiver of pleasure shook her frame, and Mari groaned. She frankly loved being tied up and restrained in whatever shape or form her partner preferred. To get properly tied up, she usually had to arrange a scene specifically for it. Wes tying up her hands? The thought alone sent a shock of warmth and anticipation through her body to pool between her legs. As he continued, she bit her lip and purposely bucked her hips against his hand.

[mari-alice]

@allnrssell​

The bell above the door into Perk Up chimed in greeting as Mari pushed inside, face flushed from running. It was a relief to have the cool air of the cafe against her heated skin, and the smell of honey-roasted coffee had her pausing to relish in the familiar atmosphere. It was still a bit earlier in the morning, but the submissive had been awake for hours. She’d tried to paint when she woke up but had found herself far too restless to work on her latest commission and dawned on her lighter work-out wear before taking to the streets of Edgewater. For as much as she had run, she still felt energy buzzing under her skin. Anticipation. For what? She couldn’t remember. So she was trying to ignore it and go about her typical morning. “Can I get a chai tea latte?” She smiled at the familiar face behind the counter and paid, moving over to the seating to wait for her drink. 

[mari-alice]

Chip Happens - OPEN

Fuck. This was not how Mari thought her night would be going when she left her apartment in search of ice cream at the corner store. Yes, she realized she probably should not have gone out drunk, but the alcohol made her do it. And she was in terrible need of some Chip Happens. Staring at the large see through freezer door, she glared at where there was a small 'SOLD OUT' sign where her prize normally sat. She was too drunk for this. A snicker drew her attention to the boy behind the counter who was eyeing her long legs- wait, no. She'd forgotten her shoes. Fuck. She just wanted her ice cream and to go back home to her comfy couch and Star Trek. He tapped on a sign behind the counter. ‘No shirt, no shoes, no service.’

Narrowing her eyes at the boy, Mari straightened her back and went to leave. She looked ridiculous wearing her favorite silky sleep shorts and a Halloweentown University sweater, but she was owning it, even if she swayed a little as she passed the counter. "Get lost, slut." Mari stopped in her tracks. He did not just- oh, fuck she was too drunk for this shit. She whirled, gaze burning, because yes, she was drunk and wearing skimpy shorts and no shoes but she hadn't said anything and he was making assumptions. But her balance was off so instead of twisting around all the way, she tripped over her own legs and started falling backwards. "Shit, shit, shit!"