#mavoure

[unecrth]

exhaling   slowly,      aramis   glances   between   the   two   people   in   his   grasp.         there’s   a   lot   of   violence   in   their   past,      a   lot   of   hurt,      but   they   keep   coming   around   each   other,      spiraling   until   they’re   all   too   close.         he   usually   has   more   patience   towards   them   and   the   situation.         but   there’s   blood   seeping   through   the   bandages   wrapped   around   his   torso   and   he’s   exhausted,      in   a   way   he   hasn’t   been   in   a   long   time.         so   the   bickering,      the   scathing   comments   and   attempts   at   reconciliation,      he   wants   none   of   it   at   the   moment.         ❝   brats.   ❞         the   word   is   both   fond   and   frustrated,      the   naked   besides   gauze   male   wondering   what   he’s   going   to   do   with   them.         his   hand   is   sunk   deep   in   verena’s   hair,      pulling   until   her   head   is   tilted   up   towards   the   ceiling.         the   expanse   of   her   neck   is   still   littered   with   marks.         and   emil,      knelt   at   his   feet   with   his   other   hand   at   the   back   of   his   neck   and   keeping   his   head   down.         such   pretty   partners   he   has.         playthings,      at   the   moment,      since   they’d   woken   him   from   the   little   rest   he   had   been   able   to   get.         ❝   what   am   i   going   to   do   with   you?   ❞

𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐋 ( @klarsynt ) & 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀 ( @feroax ).

[dukecrocker-a]

                 ❛        𝙮𝙤𝙪  𝙨𝙚𝙚   ,   that’s   what   i   get   for   helping.           ❜            (     @mavoure​    liked    for    a     𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣  𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚   𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧.      )

[thunderbringer-a]

is this okay?

intimacy / nsfw starters  /  /  @mavoure

this is all still relatively new for him . long hours spent at the gym and hers at the station . they are comfortable together , but they’ve yet to really gotten the chance to truly explore the sensual nature with each other . exploring boundaries and sexual prowess and honestly its been the last thing on his mind lately , as sad as that is to say . its not that he hasn’t wanted to but more so finding the energy to do so . 

right now the fatigue he feels is drifting away with the closeness she is providing . in the darkness he can feel her climb onto the mattress , feeling it dip lightly with her weight . as she goes to straddle his lap , her hands glide over his already bare chest that is intent on betraying him by the deep intake of breath that heaves his entire upper half . 

                 is this okay?? 

doesn’t she know by the way his body reacts to hers on top of him?? his answer , though , comes with large hands spreading fingers wide across her thighs to pull her closer and in for a kiss that he puts so much emotion into . 

[doomdays-a]

@mavoure​​​, 🎵   /   ❝  every morning,  i wake up from a dream  .  .  .    the same one,  all the time.  i mean,  it happens differently,  but it ends the same  ---   i die.  ❞

[pahriahsxxxxx]

                     𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎    𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎    𝚝𝚘    𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕    𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝,      𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍     𝚒𝚗    𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜   𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐    𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚜.          dad,    mom,    spencer.        the    past    couple    of    months    had    scrambled    into    one     long     mourning    spell.     rain    drizzled    by    the    window    pane    as    though   aidan’s    own    grief    had   been   the   turning    of    the   faucet.                𝚊𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚗'𝚜   𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢   𝚠𝚊𝚜   𝚊   𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚙   𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍,    𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎    𝚊𝚜    𝚒𝚝   𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐   𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛   𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚊.            laughter    came    less    frequently   now,    more   so   than   ever.         residents     had     begun    to     long    for     the    penetrating    noise    of     his    loathsome    stereo    at    8am    like    they    once    did,       thus    the    sounds    never    appeared     to    wake    them.         people    talked     as    he    walked    purposefully   to    and    from    his    home    to    the   infirmary    for    supplies,        𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍    𝚒𝚗    𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕-𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛,       as     though     he    was     not     haunted.         but    their   wishes   fell   flat     as     he    returned     home,           without    a    joke,      without    a    word.

                            ❝       𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎   𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜,      ❞         aiden    proclaims,       though    it    edges    towards    confessional    borders;         a     trivial     explanation    that    suggests     his    sudden    absence    was    not     born     of    disinterest.       𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎   𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜.       he    recognises,     even    then,     how    juvenile    the    words    taste;      a    light    indication    that    his    family    had    any    choice    in    the    matter,      though     his    isolation    was    entirely    own    doing,         the     collection     of    condolence    casseroles    beginning    to    rot    upon    porch    floor.       now,     here    he    was,     pushing    away    the   one    thing    still    breathing    he    had    any    semblance    of    care    towards.           𝚑𝚎   𝚠𝚊𝚜   𝚊   𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝,      imprisoned     inside    some   purgatorial     grief.          the   lights   of    the    monroe   house   were   lit,       but    no    evidence    of    sentient    life     wandered     there,       just    a    silhouette    of    a    man    condemned    to    self’s    suffering.             ❝       what    makes    you    any    different?      ❞

✉️     :      𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚜…     𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝. @mavoure​.

[lingeringscars]

@mavoure said🎁 for a spotify wrapped based starter / song: Need You by Travie McCoy

“I need you to understand”

[aspiredlights]

she,       a       child       that       was       forced       to       grow       up.       and      now       she       has       to       live       with       the       consequences.       once       there       was       a       smile       made       of       pure       admiration,       a       living       thing       hidden       within       her,       happiness       and       utter       joy       reflected       within       big       green       eyes.       THE       GIRL       WHO       LIVED.       it       is       now       replaced       with       something       else.       something       worse.       something       dark.       once       there       was       light       :       now       there’s       nothing       but       complete       darkness.       she       feels       it,       tastes       it.       nothing       but       silence       remains,       hues       fixated       on       the       other       girl,       jaw       clenched       together       as       tiny       hands       turn       into       fists.       when       will       it       be       done?       when       will       it       be       enough?       ‘’       i       was       trying       to       protect       them.       i       will       always       try       to       protect       my       friends.       ‘’       loud       and       clear,       bitterness       follows       through,       head       tilted.       ‘’       please       understand.       i       never       wanted       you       to       get       hurt.       ‘’

@mavoure​      (     behati carson      )    says      :       please   don’t   lie   to   me.

[storiesforgeda]

@mavoure​ liked for a starter !

      “  what’s  one  thing  you’ve  never  told  anyone  ?  ”  she  leans  and  holds  out  the  still  half  full  bottle  of  whiskey;  a  lazy  smile  tugging  at  the  corner  of  her  lips.  “  OR  one  thing  you  haven’t  told  someone  recently  ?  ”  drinking  games  weren’t  exactly  her  forte.  but  she  could  down  some  alcohol  and  ask  some  questions  EASILY.