#mourdors

[ehldrich]

    ‘    SUCCUBITCHES.   ‘    /    @mourdors​

[ofassholes]

         he  did  his  best  to  nonchalantly  catch  up  with  sam  on  the  city  street.  she  likely  had  weirdos  following  her,  trying  to  get  press  on  the  situation  or  ask  personal  questions.  he  needed  to  get  hold  of  her,  but  without  coming  across  like  one  of  those  creeps.  was  it  possible?

         〝  so,  there's  no  not  weird  way  to  do  this,  i  know  what  people  say  about  you  with  the  ghostface  stuff  and  —  〞  he  was  already  mentally  hitting  himself.  not  even  a  hello?  〝  listen,  i  have  some  ideas  on  how  to  stop  the  whole  situation,  i  had  class  with  tara  and  —  〞  oh,  great  thing  to  share.  you  totally  don't  look  like  a  ghost  face  now.  killing  it,  wheeler.  he  rolled  his  eyes  at his  blunder.  nope,  definitely  not  possible.

[spehllman]

❛ I don’t understand your definition of good news. ❜ jo

               ' IF IT CAN HURT THINGS, IT CAN BE HURT. ' a small smirk plays on pink lips as she looks up. ' which means i can kill it. '

[spehllman]

❛  drag .   to  pull  my  muse  closer  by  a  piece  of  clothing . steeb

               THEY'RE IN BED, SIDE BY SIDE. the lack of space is a nice excuse, the kids piled in together in the living room, and his hand pulling her closer by her shirt is welcome and familiar. lips press to his collarbone, hiding her wince as bandages press into the sheets. ' hi. ' voice is hoarse, and hand finds his cheek, thumb running over his skin as she leans in to kiss him. fingers tangle in his hair, hand sliding over his waist. ' want you to touch me. ' she whispers as she parts from him for a moment. ' i just wanna feel your hands on my skin, please? ' she wants the comfort and warmth of his touch, whether romantic or sexual.

[spehllman]

❛  it’s  a  pretty  good  bad  idea ,    me  and  you .   ❜ steve

               HOW MANY TIMES HAS SHE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS? played this scenario out in her mind? bad idea, bad idea, bad idea. is it? is she a bad idea? fingers clutch the cuff of her sleeve where she lies on the grass, his lips so close to hers. she's burning with the ache to kiss him, and eyes meet his. ' steve... ' it's quiet, softer than her usual retort, and she knows he must see the begging look in her eyes, hear the slight desperation in her tone. ' steve, i- ' she needs him to make the first move, needs to know he wants her how she does him.

[spehllman]

               ' I KNOW SOMETIMES IT FEELS LIKE IT, BUT YOU'RE NOT ALONE, TARA. ' voice is soft, and she places a hand on @mourdors' shoulder, trying to offer comfort, anything. ' i promise. '

[spehllman]

❛  say  my  name .  louder .  ❜ steve

               SHE'S GRINDING ON HIS THIGH, SKIRT BUNCHED AROUND HER WAIST, SATIN UNDERWEAR DIGGING INTO HER SKIN WHERE IT'S PUSHED TO THE SIDE, AND HER FACE IS FLUSHED AND EYES WIDE. part of her wishes she could at least pretend to be embarrassed, feels like she shouldn't be enjoying this as much as she is. instead, she just lets her forehead press against his, gasping for air and she grinds down harder, wanting more. his words take a moment to register, and the command plies a full on fucking whimper from her throat as she nods, eyes fixed on his.

               ' FEELS SO GOOD, STEVE. ' volume rises on his name, and she's breathless as she repeats it, punctuated by moans and desperate whines. hand rests on the back of his neck as she picks up the pace a little, free hand scrambling to tug the straps of her top down, finding his hand and tugging it towards her chest.

               LIPS PRESS FORWARDS TO MEET HIS, GROANING INTO HIS MOUTH. his touch is warm, welcoming, sunlight and birdsong in physical form. ' loud enough for you yet? ' she teases as they part, her smile evident as she leans in to kiss him again.

[spehllman]

❛  is  this  good ?  ❜ ethans virgin ass

               THE QUESTION GIVES HER PAUSE, AND SHE NODS, HAND MOVING TO HOLD HIS JAW AND PULL HIM IN FOR A KISS. she holds it for a moment, sighing contently into his mouth. ' you can add another finger, ' she instructs when she pulls away for breath, groaning at the feeling of him. she's not breakable, not a china doll he needs to be cautious with. ' and ... maybe press your palm down? i'll cum faster if you do. ' she grins at him, pulling him down to kiss her again.

               IT'S OPEN MOUTHED AND HOT, AND A MOAN ESCAPES HER AS HE MOVES JUST RIGHT. ' just like that, that feels so good. ' head falls back, neck exposed, and fingers toy with his curls for a moment before sliding down his chest. she lets nails drag over his skin, takes a moment to roll his nipple between her fingers, and continues down to the waistband of his jeans, touch teasing.

               ' CAN I TOUCH YOU TOO? PLEASE? ' the request is soft, almost pleading, and she fixes him with wide eyes, almost pouting. ' wanna make you cum. '