#hvncycd

[palmtreeindie]

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bridget wasn’t sure where she was anymore. all she felt was a burning every time he pushed into her. that was all she could focus on. she was tied up to the bedpost, blindfolded and gagged and it seemed like he had been fucking her ass for hours. maybe he had been. she wasn’t even sure if it was his dick or a toy in her. she was disorientated and she wanted him to stop, really - if this was a private thing - but it wasn’t as if she couldn’t take it, as a professional. she hadn’t used her safety signal, which was tapping the bed with her foot. she was screaming into the gag though and crying, too. overwhelmed. unsure of what to do. she had forgotten emin was on the way, and wasn’t even conscious of time, really. she had no clue, but she had resigned to staying on her knees, ass up and letting out a low, raw scream as she cried, hoping he’d finish soon.

[palmtreeindie]

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floriana couldn’t stop looking at him. their little boy. their son. she had carefully taken him out of the car seat and was now carrying the three-day-old infant into their living room and sitting down, before giving carter the most brilliant smile. “he’s... he’s perfect.” she told her girlfriend and looked back down at him. “absolutely perfect. and so small.” she said. she didn’t know she could love a little human that quickly. she had been afraid that because they adopted him that it would take a while for love to grow, but the moment they told them that this was their son - floriana fell in love with the little baby, only nineteen inches long but already the center of her world. she sighed and leaned in to kiss his forehead.

[palmtreeindie]

@hvncycd

maya was curled up in bed, having fallen asleep as soon as she got home from work. it was late and she was tired, smelling of coffee and aching all over. after a small nap, her eyelids fluttered open as she slowly came to, to see pearl there watching her, a soft smile on her face.  maya was shy all of a sudden, looking up at her through her lashes. “hi…” she mumbled, sleep drunk and soft. she moved forward, hands reaching for her and seeking comfort. maya was always grateful for the time she got with any of her partners, but lately she hadn’t had much time to herself with pearl. she took full advantage of it then, eyes getting a little teary as she wrapped herself around her, getting comfy in the bed. “’love you…”

pearl had been watching maya sleep for half an hour. stephen had come in to say he was awake and she’d told him that he could watch cartoons and they’d be down in an hour to have breakfast together. the boy was just excited to have free reign over the television and went off to go settle in front of the television. pearl was glad maya was here and only maya. she had missed her and grinned at the sleepy voice. she let the woman settle into her side and she kissed her forehead. “good morning.” she told her and stroked her back. “i love you too.” she told her and let her hand move from maya’s behind to the middle of her back and then down again. “stephen is already up, he’s watching cartoons downstairs but we have half an hour or so, before i promised we’d have breakfast with him.” she informed her partner.

[unsctisfied]

based on this. 

“fuck. i know this isn’t supposed to be like a big deal to me. people just assume this shit from me until it’s award season, but my mom is going to fucking murder me. do you get that? she’s going to whoop my ass like there’s no tomorrow... and yours too.” @hvncycd

[palmtreeindie]

“I could just fall asleep right here.” (emin @ bridget)

bridget was dozing after cumming so damn hard. she wasn’t sure that even someone she knew privately, whom she actually dated, had ever excited her as much as emin. she was now the one cuddled up into emin’s side and she smiled softly as she mumbled “i could just fall asleep right here.” and pulled her a little closer.

[palmtreeindie]

dichen lachman!

* MÄDCHEN HOFFSTADT // DICHEN LACHMAN — thirty-five. homosexual. homoromantic. switch. verse. veteran & accountant. she enlisted in the army when she was nineteen years old and served until she was hit by a roadside bomb and lost her right leg up to her knee. most days, she is pretty optimistic, especially now that she’s learned to walk with her prosthetic but there are other days, when the doubts set in. will anyone still want her without her leg? could she have done more to save her fellow soldiers that day? and just when it hurts. then, she can get really down. she is resilient, brave, lionhearted and sporty.

[palmtreeindie]

katie mcgrath?

* ETHEL SLOANE // KATIE MCGRATH — thirty-five. pansexual. panromantic. switch. verse. funeral director. a woman of great sadness. she lost her first love when she was at university, she passed away in a car accident. no one was to blame, but ethel was left scarred. she got married to her ex-spouse when she was twenty-six, but after three miscarriages, their once loving marriage had been reduced to a sad shell of what it once was. she is an only child, who has lost her parents to dementia, even if they’re alive. her life is one, endless stream of loss, even up to her job, as she makes her living off other people’s death. she is sullen, moody, pessimistic, comforting, generous and fashionable. 

[paintingskylines]

anahita had spent all day writing. this piece she was doing was so intense. she couldn’t believe all of the truths she was uncovering with this story. she kept on finding more and more leads, and getting more and more dirt on the inside of the industry. she was so tired but she wouldn’t trade the job for anything in the world. it was truly something she loved to do. after a long day of writing and calling and interviewing and research, she finally decided it was time to close her computer and head out. she mentally made a list of all the things she needed to do tomorrow and started to put them in her phone as she walked out of the office building. despite the fact that she had just told herself that she was going to stop, she couldn’t help herself. she found herself huddled in a starbucks with her computer plugged in, typing away. when someone sat next to her, she didn’t pay it any mind until they tapped her shoulder. “sorry, i can’t really talk right now, i’m writing.”

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