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[ieatratsyummy]

They could never make me hate you, complex female character whose reaction to trauma was not pretty and digestible like how people think it should be.

[royalfig]

I’ve never felt more like a character than I do w her

[gnnha]

please someone i need butchfemme ellabs. specifically butch ellie and femme abby PLEASE. i wrote about this on my other acc but if any of yall have any recs PLEAse let me know

will also just accept ellabs recs in general

[lanialania00]

It all started because I thought what if Ghost got a bunch of random tattoos to cover up the marks they left on him? And well, one thing led to another, and this came out of it

Someone also asked me once if I had some kind of map of Simon’s scars so I guess this works...

[mrladdermachine]

do we think garcia left after making sure trinity was home safe and ignored her after because she couldn’t confront her feelings yet or did she stay and trinity woke up curled into Yolanda’s side

[cheekylittlelezzer]

if i met baran al-hashimi and trinity santos i would tell them ‘all of the internet is fighting about which one of you guys tops’, and trinity santos would spit out her drink. baran would have to slap her on the back to stop her from choking, and then she’d raise a perfect eyebrow and say: ‘our relationship is so much more than that. the idea that top and bottom are set roles is a restrictive mindset rooted in misogyny.’ i’d nod, and then trinity would respond: ‘you only said that ‘cause you’re the bottom, baran.’ and baran would glare at her. trinity would then shut the fuck up.

[misspossexxive]

jack abbot uses medical tools on you...

the stethoscope's chestpiece felt cold against your naked , heated skin. jack held you on his lap, using his left hand to grab your thigh and pull it towards him, exposing your pussy, covered by white cotton panties, while his other hand moved the metal tool across your smooth skin.

your head rested on his muscular shoulder, gentle puffs of air and occasional sighs escaped your lips as the stethoscope touched your nipples, causing them to harden instantly and sent shivers down your spine—shivers that jack could feel on his own body, which was practically fused with yours.

but when his hand slid smoothly downward, almost laboriously slipping the metal beneath the fabric of your underwear, your body tensed in anticipation, and when that same familiar sensation of coolness appeared on your clit, you moaned softly at the touch. in response, jack angled the stethoscope so that its edge brushed against your bundle of nerves, rubbing it in circular motions, pressing harder every now and then, making your legs involuntarily want to clamp shut and you to curled into a ball.

“the blood flow in your pudendal artery is getting incredibly turbulent. tell me, what exactly made your pulse race like that?” he asked, practically whispering the words into your ear, causing a barely audible whimper to escape your lips.

you wanted to answer, but all you did was grind against the stethoscope’s diaphragm, chasing the electrifying sensation that jack had created. his hazel eyes watched your almost desperate movements of your hips, as his ears listened to the wet sounds of your pussy and the hum of friction from your tense muscles, amplified by the eartips in his ears, which carried every little noise straight to him.

but when jack slid the chestpiece down, through your swollen folds, straight to your entrance, you froze. at first, a single, almost pitiful moan nearly escaped your lips, but it got stuck in your throat when you felt the round shape entering you, slowly and precisely, caressing the sensitive walls. you glanced out of the corner of your eye at the older man, confused, but he merely kissed your temple, then pressed his mouth to your ear.

“i still need to check how your pussy’s doing inside—doctor’s orders” he muttered, gently moving the metal part, pushing it deeper, making you mewl.

© misspossexxive

[gnnha]

yk what it would be so fucking cool if pierce the veil did a flair for the dramatic 20th anniversary tour next year. vic fuentes if you can hear me make it happen

[melomani3]

Mel being inexperienced with girls and worrying about not knowing what to do in bed… so she goes to Trinity for advice… 😛😛😛 (Or… Trinity teaching Mel how to fuck you if you’re freaky like dat)

✉️ ABSOFREAKINGLUTELY! my two favs, I'm a santos lover till I die that woman can do no wrong! thank you for bringing this fabulous idea to me my lovely nonie, I'm giving you so many kisses through the screeeeeen <3 love u! xx

demure! threesome (kind of? mel watches), strap usage (r!receiving), spanking, mentions of nipple play, mentions of a praise kink, tiny bit of mean!trinity, tiny bit of possessive!mel, some talk of mel struggling in college </3 wc 2.6k 18+ MEN & MDNI

Mel King never would’ve asked you out if it wasn’t for Trinity Santos.

The fact was maybe irritating for her to admit. But it was only just a bit, because Mel liked to believe she was on top of things. That she could overcome the nerves and shyness that had held her back from so many milestones or events that, according to her peers, were supposed to occur at specific ages. Confidence and self-assuredness were two traits Mel had been working on ever since that first day in undergrad, when, even though practically every site on the computer in her hometown’s old library computer stated that people were desperate to make friends, she had struggled to maintain one conversation. Much less actually connect with someone. 

And so, her college years were spent trying to decipher the tone of her personality that people responded best to. Sometimes she was too bright. Too happy for someone who had just failed an exam or spoke too much for an acquaintance who had just worked a 10-hour shift and just wanted to go home. Other times, she was too withdrawn. Not getting a word in during chitchats and only offering nods as responses. It had taken a while, but by the time she got to med school, Mel had thought she’d perfected how to get people to like her. Had spun her own self-reliance to support her through networking and getting close with the other students. She had felt somewhat comfortable in her skin. Enough to where it didn’t feel like she was lying anymore when she had to keep the volume of her voice in check when she got excited or restrained herself from reaching for someone when she was talking at them. 

Until she came to the stunning realization that she was horrible at asking for help. 

Even when she needed it, it would take multiple repetitions of what to say and a few minutes of pacing in her own mind before chalking up enough courage to ask for what she wanted. Becca’s sudden dependence on her during that point in her life didn’t help, either. Mel always had to know precisely what to do. She hated being seen as incapable, and outright expressing the fact that she was missing pieces of information gave that impression. It didn’t matter to whom. Mel would go through every possible option before caving to that humiliating feeling in her stomach that made her brain blare: WRONG WRONG WRONG, and caused her improved esteem to spiral slightly.

It clung to her even when she began her residency.

It was also why she probably fell in love with you after one week. That you never made her ask for things. That you simply just knew. A strange aspect for Mel to consider, that you understood her that well, since she’d been one for the facts ever since she was little and learned how to read. Sure, it wasn’t the only reason Mel became so enamoured (another poor habit that arose with anything or anyone that made her feel seen), but it was the first step. 

You were Mel’s nurse. The only one that made oxygen easier to get in and out whenever she was attempting new procedures or was under immense stress from patients’ loved ones. She needed you because you were the first person she knew who didn’t make her feel ashamed to not have that cutthroat certainty so many demanded from her.

Mel was unmistakably vulnerable around you. 

And that was originally going to be enough for her. Simply being able to exist with you in her life while being able to be her most authentic self. Enough to see you every day and to speak about what seemed to be the stupidest things that actually meant everything to Mel. As long as everything stayed the same between the two of you, Mel would be happy. Even if she wished, in moments after shifts where you would be curled up together on the couch in her apartment, that she could kiss you senseless. 

Everyone at the PTMC knew about it–the affection that Mel held for you. Trinity was the first to get fed up with it, though.

Always in the same scenarios of the three of you sitting around a counter together or working a case: always you walking away first and watching hearts replace Mel’s eyes as you left. Always watching you. 

“You like her?” Trinity had asked one day, her chin jerking in your direction as you’d headed off to find Dana for something. Mel hadn’t responded for a moment, her head still craned to watch you go as her elbows rested on the counter, fingers tangled together. “Mel.”

The blonde did a small double-take before snapping her head back over to her junior, eyes wide. Trinity had copied the expression with a tiny shake of her head. 

“You like her.” A statement this time. It made Mel’s thick brows furrow as her mouth opened like she was going to deny it. Trinity knew she wouldn’t, though. Because Mel hated lying. Still, if Trinity maybe knew her on the same level you did, she would guess that that was the face Mel made when she was thinking about creating a fib. 

“Well, I– Yes, I do like her. It’s hard not to because she’s a very good friend–”

Trinity had cut her off with a long groan and a roll of her eyes. It had been late into their shift, and exhaustion was catching up to her, weighing on her mind and making it difficult to remember the little things for her patients. “You guys are not just friends,” Trinity had pointed out. Mel had done that same weird mouth thing again as her olive colored eyes fell to where her hands were clasped. A sign she was uncomfortable, as Trinity had learned over the past few months. And while Mel could be a bit much for her at times, Trinity did enjoy having her around. “She likes you too,” she’d offered, softening her tone as she kept her eyes on Mel’s face. 

Had watched as the other woman’s eyelashes fluttered before she looked back up, the corners of her mouth lifting. “Really?” And that tone of voice was so stupidly hopeful that it had made Trinity cringe just enough to actually fight another eye roll. “Did she tell you?”

And because, unlike Mel, Trinity is not above lying, and actually has eyes, she’d responded: “Yeah.” As soon as the word had left her mouth, Trinity thought that Mel was going to start hyperventilating out of excitement with the way her cheeks had gotten all red and her smile looked too wide to be natural and her hands twisted together. “Ask her out so I don’t have to watch what actual pining looks like.”

So Mel did.

And everything had been perfect after that.

Mostly.

The only issue, after having gotten past the hurdle of being emotionally intimate, was the physical intimacy. Mel wasn’t a virgin; she’d kissed her fair share of people, and even if she didn’t get those sexual urges that often, she still knew what to do to feel good. Even if the concept sometimes made her feel a bit uneasy, she was still human, and ovulation did happen to come around once a month. But during those years she’d attempted to fix her confidence, Mel had neglected the actions to back it up. 

What she should’ve done in hindsight is talk to you. Express all of her worries and communicate that all she wants is to go slow and for you to tell her what you want. What you want her to give you, because Mel would give you anything as long as you loved her. Except that lump kept catching in her throat–that fear that she would screw up something so sacred between two individuals and that you would view her differently after. 

Only one other thing had worked before, which is why Trinity is the person Mel asks for assistance. 

“You’re gonna have to figure out what strap is gonna work best for y’Mel,” Trinity mumbles as her hands trace from gripping over your sides to settle over your hips. It’s only to pull you back further on the dildo, your toes curling the comforter from the stretch that’s still intense even after Mel worked you to two orgasms. One with Trinity’s hand on her wrist and her fingers pinching at your clit, and the other with Mel curling them with that same pace she’d been shown. The drag of faux veins as the silicone slowly buries itself into your pussy makes you whine loudly, fingernails digging into Mel’s hips like you’re trying to prevent yourself from being forced to take more. You’re whining too. Loudly.

Mel shushes you gently like an owner with a fussy pet as her hand strokes over your hair, your face pressed against her stomach. Her eyes remain on the way your skin gives against Trinity’s grasp, the other woman’s lips pressing together as she tugs you back until there’s the soft clap of skin meeting. And another squeal from you as you ease more weight from your upper half into Mel’s lap.

It had been too long since you’d been fucked. Mel would never take anything further than grinding sessions, you humping her thigh more often than not, which you didn’t mind–but you’d missed the feeling of being full. Of being stuffed with a heavy weight that forced your mind to only focus on reaching a release, and for you to be so turned on that you swelled around whatever was inside of you. Preferably, you would’ve rather had Mel between your legs, but you knew her. Knew that she was a visual learner more than anything else and that this would make her feel better in the long run. Plus, with your face pressed against her, all you could smell was her. Your eyes were forced shut, mouth open and panting into the fabric of her t-shirt, pretending that it was her bullying her strap into your cunt.

“I mean, I’ve been doing some research,” you distantly hear Mel say as the soothing pets over your head continue. Your grip on her loosens as you feel yourself begin to adjust, heavy breaths turning into a full-blown moan as your back arches, finally pushing back against Trinity instead of having her pull you. “But I’m not quite sure what her favorite type of intercourse would be yet.” And you can hear the eyebrow furrow in her tone even as you try to shift your hips back to fuck yourself. “She really loves intimacy, and I don’t want to be too rough with her–”

Mel’s cut off by a muffled yelp from you as Trinity’s hand meets your ass, the sound of the slap making Mel blink. Her first instinct is to push Trinity away from you. To gather you up in her arms and comfort you. But then, you’re nuzzling your hips back again, like you’re desperate for more of that kind of handling.

“‘Kay, well, she’s obviously impatient,” Trinity huffs as she returns to that firm grip on your hips, pulling out just so the tip is still inside of you, the drag making you shudder. You’re already sensitive, both from your previous highs and after not being fucked in so long, so the drag over your walls makes your thighs shudder. “So figure it out after I make her cum.”

Mel tenses against you as Trinity sinks back into your cunt, another sound escaping your throat as even the smallest movements ricochet pleasure throughout your body.

“If you get too in your head since, y’know, that’s kind of your specialty,” she continues as her hips roll in another slow thrust, making a wet noise resound from where you’re coupled with her and your walls to clench around the strap even harder. “You can wait for her to get worked up and start backing up on you.” Trinity sounds breathy, movements of her cock becoming a bit more shallow–deeper. Nuzzling against one spot inside of you that has you drooling against Mel’s shirt. 

You’re the only one that’s naked, the other two still having clothing on their upper half, with Mel in sweatpants and Trinity in her boxers. The subtle reminder of fabric against your face warming has another rush of pleasure coursing through your veins, making your clit throb as you arch your back to try and press it against Trinity whenever she does those grinds of the strap into you. 

“Mhm, like that,” Trinity mumbles, one hand leaving your hips to trail down your spine before giving your ass another tap. Lighter than the first one, but still enough to have you gushing around her. Shakily, you let go of Mel, opting to press your palms into the mattress on either side of her thighs to lift your upper half, trying to look back at Trinity.

“More–”

Her hand comes down again, making your head drop with a long moan as Trinity fucks into you hard enough to have you falling against Mel again.

“This isn’t about you,” Trinity huffs as she moves to tangle those same fingers in your hair, tugging you up for Mel’s wide eyes to come into view. The sight of your girlfriend, so stunned with flushed cheeks and slow breaths coming from her parted lips, makes you whine. “Mel’s spoiled you too much.”

“It’s not–” 

The movements of the strap inside of you, coupled with Mel being in your vision while trying to object to Trinity’s words, has your brain going numb. That, and the fact that they’re talking about you like you’re not even there. 

“But it is,” Trinity chuckles, releasing your hair as Mel’s eyes flick from your face to the other woman. “None of my business, obviously, but if you ever wanna try to fix that, her G-spot is right up by her cervix.” 

That makes Mel’s mouth snap shut, a huff leaving her nose as a pout forms on her lips. The reaction pulls another laugh from Trinity as her pace finally evens out, probably finally working towards pushing you over the edge. “I don’t blame you,” she continues, batting Mel’s hands away from your head so she can curl her fingers around the base of your throat. You yelp as your upper half is pulled back to Trinity’s chest, tits bouncing slightly as the angle makes her thrusts feel deep enough to have you gushing. “Think it would be easy to spoil you. Yeah? Mm, yeah, you’re pretty.”

Hands are all over you. On your nipples, over your trachea, on your cheeks– You’re being hauled away from Trinity as Mel frowns at the other woman, settling you back into her lap. “You’re not kissing her.”

Right there– You’re right there. Not that either of them seems to care anymore, caught in whatever kind of staring battle they have going on as the noises leaving you get higher and higher–

“Relax, Melgisterial, let me teach you for once,” Trinity mumbles as that frown remains glued on Mel’s face. “One kiss isn’t gonna make her fall in love with me.” But the way she says it makes it feel like there’s something underlying. Something like: she will if I keep fucking her like this. Weakly, you paw at Mel’s stomach before reaching for her shoulder as words that you think aren’t even really words babble from your lips. 

Her fingers return to your face, squishing your cheeks together with one hand as she leans down to kiss you, tongue forcing its way into your mouth quickly. Much harsher than she’s ever been with you before, and it has you cumming. Body tensing as stars bloom behind your eyelids.

Even as Mel’s eyes stay open, focused on Trinity as she kisses you just a little bit harder.

[clueless-rads]

How much do y’all think Trinity feels the age gap between her and Yolanda and Baran?

When she has to half-heartedly laugh along with them when they’re talking about a movie they watched in theatres that she never did (it was on television channels by the time she was a teenager but with everything going on in her life she didn’t really get to flip through channels…).

When she gets reminded about their difference in life priorities because Yolanda and Baran are discussing the best ways to invest their savings and she is simply trying to pay her student loans on time while keeping a roof over her head.

When they’re out for dinner and they’re laughing about having no memory of their intern year, having been so terrible and just so long ago. But it wasn’t, for her it was barely two years ago.

Do you think they notice how Trinity gets quieter and quieter in conversations? Not offering her experiences and perspective? Do they know it’s because she doesn’t think that they hold common ground anymore? Or do they just think she’s just tired?

Do they know that she is simply waiting for one of them to realise this and break up with her?

[yuripittpilled]

any chance of anything mcsantos i can't stop thinking about them

jesus, santos, look at you, cassie says, hands roaming and squeezing as she reattaches her lips to trinity’s neck

trinity- if we’re going to fuck, you might as well use my first name, the other woman pants out, hips rocking in tiny little motions from where she’s straddling cassie on her sofa

cassie’s neck straining so her lips can trace a path up towards trinity’s jawline, alright trinity, you want my fingers or my mouth first?

[yuripittpilled]

mccrashtos?

oh yeah cassie adores watching trinity and vic fuck, sat in a chair, legs splayed wide, hand working languidly in her boxers, as trinity and vic kiss filthily, paw at each other as clothes slowly disappear

cassie interjecting where she sees fit to direct them, like her own personal porn, made to her taste, let trinity on top vic, is she wet? yeah, show me, start slow trin, just one finger for now

and trinity gets a bit bratty sometimes, will grumble over her shoulder that she knows how to fuck a woman, thank you very much and cassie will stand with an exaggerated sigh, close the short distance to the bed and pull trinity up from where she had been working a mark into vic’s neck.

vic get up, go sit in the chair, and now vic’s whining because she didn’t do anything wrong, and cassie catches her by her wrist, kisses her deep, a commanding hand pulling her in by her neck. trust me baby, you’ll like this

and then it’s cassie making trinity fetch the harness and strap, making her help cassie put it on, down on her knees, before she’s hoisted up and pushed down onto the bed on her back, cassie working the strap into the wet heat of her. fucking her hard and fast and relentlessly, panting as she says you and that mouth santos, always getting you into trouble

impressively trinity manages to get out, amongst the punched out breaths, i don’t call this trouble

cassie grins, something genuinely amused because of course trinity is having the time of her life right now. vic, come over here and help me shut her up, slowing down her thrusts to help vic straddle trinity’s face, facing cassie, and the last thing cassie hears trinity say before she tugs vic to her mouth is, come to daddy and she can’t help but laugh whole heartedly at it

[yuripittpilled]

vic who offers up cassie’s their guest room when trinity’s apartment has no heating. which is all well and good until a week into her stay there, she’s awoken at 1am by the sounds of the bed across the hallway creaking, low grunts and then much louder m-mommy please, don’t stop

and trinity knows she shouldn’t be turned on by this, listening to the muffled sounds, slides her hand down towards the apex of her thighs. and then not quiet at all, but clearly cassie needs to be heard over the way vic is moaning, baby you gotta be quiet, otherwise she’ll hear you

trinity isn’t sure what possesses her to type out a text to vic, one handed as her other hand works at her clit. either invite me to join next time or keep it down

she isn’t expecting her door to creak open 20 minutes later with a sweaty, panting cassie in a clearly hastily thrown on combo of shorts and vic’s too small for tshirt, with a grin, up and at ‘em santos, i got her all warmed up for us

[bloodhound001]

i'll never stop talking about trinity santos genuinely a god-tier character. craves connection and camaraderie but is clueless about how to build it so tries to brute-force it. funniest person in the er. pigeonholed as mean and cynical but is incredibly empathetic and perceptive. generous to a fault. scared the shit out of a child molester. offered to share her home with a guy she just met and thought was kind of annoying, just because he had nowhere else to go. got caught losing the idgaf war and crashed the fuck out. too invested in her situationship. puts her whole pussy into karaoke night. they could never make me hate you

[loverifle]

new MW4A trailer. No Gaz. First soap now him. What else can infinityward take from me.

[lostamongthefearnes]

do we want a little barantos text exchange this evening??

[gnnha]

i wanna sniff cassie mckay’s greasy bangs. okay there. i said it. i’m trying to be more honest with myself.