#tangiblc

[sapphicfma]

there’s  a  good  reason  why  edie  doesn’t  keep  many  friends  from  work ,  most  of  them  only  ever  want  to  talk  about  one  thing  —  work.  from  med  school  to  residency  to  here ,  only  braggarts  and  people  with  too  much  money  for  their  own  good.  surprising ,  then ,  that  lena  is  not  only  such  a  conversationalist  but  a  flexible  one  at  that.  someone  she  doesn’t  mind  sparring  with.  reclined  on  a  couch  by  the  window  in  her  apartment  living  room ,  she  quietly  set  her  glass  of  wine  aside  to  unbutton  the  dress  shirt  she  came  home  in  to  an  equally  subtle  sigh  of  relief.  “  i’ve  been  curious ,  “  she  began ,  legs  fully  propped  up  on  the  table  as  the  older  woman  peered  around  her  things.  “  tell  the  kids  about  me  yet ?  “  she  knows  the  answer  is  no ,  and  doesn’t  expect  anything  else ,  but  the  thought  brings  a  smirk  to  her  lips  anyway.  she  isn’t  even  sure  how  that  conversation  would  go;  maybe  their  father  still  visits ,  that’d  just  make  it  twice  as  interesting.  “  if  you  haven’t ,  i  want  him  to  be  there  when  you  do.  i’ll  bring  a  camera.  “

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starter for: @tangiblc​. muse: veronica.

               the only good part about getting married was the actual getting married part .. almost like clockwork , veronica finds herself growing tired of her new husband only weeks into the union , quickly finding the honeymoon phase to be sickening and overbearing . can anyone blame her though? this is husband number four , after all .                they’d moved in together a few months prior to being wed , and she still hadn’t adjusted to not having the house to herself , finding it weird to be sharing with more than one other person . maybe that’s why she’s walking around in next to nothing , clad in lacy lingerie and a silky , black robe hanging off her shoulders , waltzing bare-foot through the home under the assumption that her husband was at work , which meant she had the house to herself at long last! or so she thought . she wanders into the kitchen , rummaging through the fridge for the ingredients needed to make herself an iced mocha , blissfully ignorant of the watchful eyes , humming to herself . 

[intcxications]

WHY DO PEOPLE FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU?

because you’re exhilarating.

falling in love with you is like twirling around in the pouring rain, like the air rushing by on a rollercoaster, like the rapid beating of a heart when eyes meet.

tagged by: @kiissme​​

tagging: @hcddenlands ( sage ), @bitemescftly ( anna ), @realforyou ( hendrix ), @thighigh ( arabelle ), @thesociiety ( maggie ), @tangiblc ( grace ), @wildwcmen ( cass ).

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starter for: @tangiblc​. from: cheryl.

               parties and gatherings had never been her thing , having always preferred to drink in solitude than with company as she finds most people to be loud and overbearing , her family included . her husband was a loud drunk , always retelling the same old jokes , bellowing with laughter as others often laughed along with him . idiots . she can tell they all just creep around him for the sake of their reputation , and she’d be damned if she was to spend one of her only nights off with the likes of them .                 she’d slipped away the second the opportunity had reared it’s head , pouring herself a glass of whiskey   -   it’s not her preference , but it was what was available . she hides out on the front porch , glass in hand and cigarette lit . her husband would faint if he knew that she hadn’t really quit , but when she’s married to a man like that , she’s surprised she’s not picked up more than two bad habits . and to think she’d dressed so nice as well , hoping for a little bit more attention than she usually got .. still , she doesn’t look as good as his brand new assistant .

[sapphicfma]

lounged  casually  on  heidi’s  ( not  her  own ,  but  might  as  well  be )  bed ,  not  long  from  getting  out  of  the  shower ,  she  relishes  the  time  to  herself    —  still  early  in  the  morning ,  a  necessary  rest  from  the  exercise  of  the  evening.  still  nude ,  laying  above  the  covers ,  exposed;  dark  gaze  follows  the  older  woman ,  lingering  on  the  bounce  of  her  flesh ,  attempting  to  see  if  a  hitch  had  developed  in  her  gait  yet.  toned  musculature  flexed  somewhat  as  she  adjusted ,  still  slightly  wet  from  the  wash ,  hands  rested  behind  her  head.  “  you’re  not  done  yet ,  “  she  said  unprompted.  less  inquiry  and  more  another  simple  statement  of  fact;  despite  the  necessary  rest  she’d  taken   —  she’d  had  the  other  on  the  floor ,  against  the  walls ,  fucked  so  thoroughly  already  that  she’d  lost  track   —  she  wasn’t  done  yet.  evidence  of  that  fact ,  the  strap  she’d  worn  most  of  the  night  thus  far ,  which  lay  occasionally  dripping  with  the  housewife’s  essence  on  the  nightstand  next  to  her.  remained  unmoving ,  possessively  appreciating  the  woman’s  figure.  “   but  —  . . .  you’ve  been  such  a  good  girl  so  far ,  i  guess  i’ll  let  you  decide  what  happens  next.  “

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starter for: @tangiblc. muse: tyron, 22 year old street artist + drug dealer. 

               he’d never imagined being able to visit the states, his bank account always being single digits, if not in the negatives, with most of his income coming in the form of cash thanks to his far from legal endeavours. whenever his friend had joked about flying him over, showing him how the other half live, he’d never thought it would actually happen. of course, the two got on like a house on fire   -   that much had been pretty much guaranteed considering all the hours the two had spent on skype whilst gaming their nights away.                but what he’d not planned for was the fact that his sister, the very same one whose whiny voice he’d heard in the back numerous times over the years, would’ve grown to be... well, hot. hot enough to make him regret accepting their offer of giving him a place to stay for the month that he was visiting   -   maybe he should just waste what little spending money he had for the trip on a cheap motel room. but he’d already unpacked, even having showered the morning after his long flight, towel precariously wrapped around his waist, beads of water glistening across his slightly toned and heavily tattooed chest, the smaller towel he’d been drying his short, almost non-existent, hair with flung around his broad shoulders, sticking his head through different open doorways in an effort to find him. instead, luckily for him, he’d stumbled into her room. cue the quick clearing of his throat, straightening his posture as his hand instinctively shifts to grip at the front of his towel, not wanting it to slip down now of all times.  “ my bad, darlin’. you ain’t seen your brother, have you? he said we were gonna go shoot some hoops or somethin’, but i feel like he’s just ditched ‘cause i overslept. in my defence, i’m jet lagged to fuck. “  

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starter for: @tangiblc​. 

               she regretted taking this case on instantly. you’d think that, after twenty years in her field, she would know better by now than to mix her family life with her professional life. whilst it was endearing that her older brother was supportive, and that she spent most family vacations with them as to not feel like a total loser for christmas, what wasn’t endearing was his sons ability to get himself in trouble. and not just small, menial trouble. the real trouble, that required jodie’s legal representation. and whilst she knew this case would come with some challenges, the biggest one of all was also the least expected: the fact that she absolutely, without a doubt wanted to fuck the living daylights out of her nephews girlfriend.                 blonde locks are characteristically tied up, kitted out in her usual attire of a pencil skirt, somewhat sheer blouse over a white vest top and an unbuttoned blazer, heels giving her a little extra height. she slumps back against the edge of the desk, arms folded atop of her chest as she blinks across at the girl, a soft and sympathetic smile gracing her features as she sighed.  “ look, i tried my absolute hardest to get them to lower his bail, but some judges are difficult just for the sake of being difficult. but just because i lost today doesn’t mean i’m going to lose the case. i’m the closest fuckin’ thing you’ll find to a modern day jesus, so if i can’t do it then no one can, princess. you trust me, right? “ 

[tangiblc]

okay ,  so i really want things for my three new older women so like this and i’ll come to you to plot or message me on here or on discord tangiblc#7468 if you want to do something .

[tangiblc]

coming on to work on my drafts but if anyone wants to plot / discuss threads feel free to message me on discord: tangiblc#7468

[tangiblc]

finally working on my drafts, feel free to message me to plot either on here or on discord: tangiblc#7468

[sapphicfma]

tangiblc​:

woman’s close proximity means she has to be on alert, doesn’t trust her enough to relax into the mood that their encounters should allow, perhaps that’s what she likes .  how different it is .  there’s no norm with them, no checklist to run through, not like the one she can see her husband mentally ticking off in his head before he gets into bed for the night .  ‘ that still doesn’t mean basic decorum is something you can abandon . ’  doesn’t fight the pull, allows form to be urged closer, teeth worrying into plump lower lip as she attempts to hold her own, at least for a few moments longer .  the push to admit debaucherous needs has thighs pressing together where she stands, as if the filth that floats through her mind, overtaking every single thought based off of sense, was easily readable by the brunette before her .  ‘ you cannot make me speak on demand, ’  she counters, though eyes dip to where familiar finger is hooked in her shirt, is debating simply giving in .  admitting to the infidelity she craves, but the fact the female brought up her kids has her remaining solid .  for once . 

she  leaves  the  little  slight  hanging  there  for  a  moment ,  before  she  snaps  the  first  button  of  lena’s  shirt  open.  “  i  thought  you  liked  it  when  i  abandoned  basic  decorum ,  otherwise  you  would’ve  found  somebody  else.  “  speaking  like  someone  who  knows  she’s  right ,  agile  fingertips  pull  another  button  open ,  revealing  more  of  the  woman’s  collar.  two  fingers  remain  hooked  inside  lena’s  skirt ,  right  hand  ghosting  along  newly  exposed  skin  along  still  covered  breasts ,  down  her  ribs  and  over  her  ass ,  where  she  leaves  a  possessive  grip  in  turn  when  her  words  are  met  with  another  challenge.  only  a  vocal  one   —  she  can  tell  by  how  squeamish  the  woman  has  become  that  whatever  words  are  coming  out  of  her  mouth  right  now ,  her  body  clearly  isn’t  on  board.  “  sure  i  can ,  “  she  taunts ,  relaxing  her  grip  only  to  rear  back  and  leave  a  rough ,  echoing  spank  against  firm  muscle.  as  she  eases  back  in ,  left  arm  curls  around  the  older  woman  languorously ,  warm  breath  giving  way  to  the  touch  of  her  tongue  against  lena’s  throat.  “  but ,  now  that  i  think  about  it ,  “  in  that  moment ,  body  flush  against  hers ,  edie  paused  and  pulled  away  entirely  —   two  steps  back ,  then  three.  then  turning  her  back  to  the  other  woman  entirely ,  content  to  leave  her  stewing  in  her  own  embarrassing  emotions  until  she  did  as  she  was  asked.  “  maybe  you  just  aren’t  in  the  mood  tonight.  “

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tangiblc​:

doesn’t know how she ended up here, in the apartment of a distant colleague rather than tucked up at home with her family, but can’t possibly dwell on that consideration for too long .  gaze helps itself to apartments decor, as if assessing the other’s taste, thought it may offer up some kind of insight to the woman relaxed upon the couch   –––   glances over only when brunette speaks, brow immediately quirked as first words are offered up .  immediately tenses, lips press into a hard line at the mention of her children, because it’s a brutal reminder of her failings, a reminder that she’s given up time with them in order to satiate a need of her own .  ‘ don’t talk about my kids, in any content, ’ she managed, finally, ignores reference to soon to be ex-husband, of course the sadist would want him there, knew how much she’d relish in seeing that man learn of her behavior with other women .  ‘ you’re never going to be around them, and it’s when you say things like that that really cement that rule, can’t believe they allow you to interact with patients, ’ femme quips, nudging a book on the shelf in faux-curiosity, could threaten to leave for that comment alone .  though fears other may call her bluff .

part  of  her  knows  she’s  striking  a  nerve ,  but  that’s  what  makes  it  so  fascinating.  surely  if  she  were  so  insufferable  she’d  be  alone  tonight ,  at  least  that’s  how  she’ll  justify  it.  but  she  concedes  the  first ,  and  puts  a  hand  up  to  signal  such.  “  point  taken ,  “  she  responds ,  before  slowly  rising  to  full  height.  dark  gaze  falls  upon  the  older  woman  as  she  lasciviously  slinks  across  the  room ,  faux  curiosity  painted  on  her  features.  “  but  i  don’t  get  paid  to  interact  with  patients ,  that’s  your  job.  “  true ,  much  of  the  allure  of  surgery  is  how  simple  it  is ,  how  much  like  a  puzzle  the  human  body  becomes.  “  i  get  paid  because  i’m  good  with  my  hands.  “  every  new  step  an  echo  on  the  tile ,  her  tone  softer ,  a  rougher  grit  to  it  as  she  reminds  her  doubter  just  what  landed  her  back  here  again.  “  something  i’m  sure  you’re  intimately  familiar  with  by  now.  “  she  sees  how  close lena  is  to  the  door ,  but  steps  closer  to  her  anyway ,  close  enough  for  her  breath  to  reach  the  woman’s  skin.  despite  being  at  a  disadvantage  in  a  few  ways   —  age ,  height  —  her  confidence  remains;  despite  all  of  this ,  and  lena’s  righteous  anger ,  she  knows  just  how  firm  her  grip  is.  and  she  isn’t  afraid  to  exercise  it ,  thumb  curling  loosely  into  the  other  woman’s  belt  with  a  curt  gesture  bringing  her  ever  closer.  “  you  can  put  up  as  much  a  fight  as  you  want ,  “  she  practically  exhales ,  warm  breath  seductively  caressing  exposed  throat  as  pointer  finger  drags  excruciatingly  slow  down  the  woman’s  neck ,  to  the  first  button  on  her  shirt ,  hooking  into  it  but  not  undoing  it.  “  but  we  both  know  why  you’re  here.  say  it.  “