Marley Crowe / "Deadline"

Hi, hey, and howdy! I'm looking to write with Marley Crowe, a hitman afflicted with an alien problem and a very poor relationship with restraint.

Marley looks human enough at first glance: button-up shirt, leather jacket, cross pendant, toothpick, amber spectacles, and the relaxed posture of someone who's already decided how the night ends. Unfortunately, what lives inside him is much less human. The Phage is patient, indulgent, and fond of using his voice just a little too well.

Plot Scenarios & Preferences

• Target Spotted: Marley has acquired a new contract to take Y/C out of the world for reasons that are irrelevant to his line of work. Get ready to be stalked and swallowed in a dark forest, long alleyway, or some other location!
• A Stormy Night: Marley is already halfway through digesting in an abandoned warehouse when Y/C enters to escape the storm outside. Compromised? Yes. Considering seconds? Also yes... if Y/C makes enough mistakes.
• The Wild Card: Have a scenario you want to send my way? Go ahead! So long as it's within the realm of my preferences below, I'm down to hear it out.

✅ What are my kink n' interests? (Anything in this vein is fair game!)

• Force-Feeding, Hard & Soft Vore, Oral Vore, Teasing, Weight Gain, etc.

⛔ What kinks are on my blacklist? (Not listed? I'm still not interested!)

• Breeding, Hyper-Fat, Incest, Pregnancy, Sexual Organs, Toilet Stuff, etc.

⚠️ Anything else to know? (Warning! I won't write with those who...)

• ...don't take the time to read and respect my preferences.
• ...use stolen artwork for their OCs (commissions are great).
• ...try to pressure me into something I explicitly don't enjoy.

Boundaries & Author's Note

All characters must be 18+ and I'm happy to discuss limits, tone, and whether the scene is playful, scary, or somewhere in between. I'd like to keep everything SFW with no sexual content.

Message me with your character info and any prefs! Marley is waiting… and unfortunately, he's very good at waiting.

The booth was too small for the silence Marley Crowe brought to the table.

He sat like he belonged there with one arm stretched along the backrest and a toothpick angled between his teeth. His eyes flicked once toward the exit, to the prey's hands, then back to their face.

"Mm."

Something black and threadlike slicked across his teeth. Marley smiled faintly. "You run that mouth pretty well. I'll give you that."

The lights above the table buzzed. The door behind remained shut.

"...But you're done."