[melancholygirls]

I passed a flower shop next to a tattoo shop and at first I laughed because I thought it was ironic and then i freaked because IMAGINE YOUR OTP IN A FLORIST/TATTOO ARTIST AU

[stillalittlekid]

OMG I COULD TOTALLY IMAGINE THEM LIKE THAT IT WOULD BE SO PERFECT

[christ-with-a-why]

[melancholygirls]

I cannot BELIEVE a post I made when I was 13 is circulating! And also apparently started this trope? I thought somebody had the idea separately and it blew up that way😭

[sutphinblvdlvr]

going to the ER with my legs wide open.

[orbitluke]

okay okay get this..santos who acts all nonchalant going to a club but gets a lap dance from a stripper and start malfunctioning.

hi sorry this took forever, but i love this idea! this ended up being more of stripper!reader dryhumping trinity, but i hope that's just as good lol.

trinity santos x fem!reader (no bodily descriptions or use of y/n | 18+

Hidden in the corner of the bar, dimly lit lights block onlookers from watching you climb into Trinity’s lap. Her hands ghost your hips as you tauntingly press yourself against her. Your lace panties gliding against her thighs, causing her heart to hammer in her chest. She watches you eagerly, her eyes glossy from a mixture of alcohol and lust. She parts her lips, struggling to form words, as you lean down to pepper slow kisses in the crook of her neck. All she could do was watch. You could feel her pulse hammering against your lips, each captivating thud only fuelling you to continue. You wanted to draw out every laboured breath until she came undone beneath you.

Watching Trinity melt under your touch felt glorious, especially since she presented herself like she had all the power. Trinity radiated confidence, moving through bodies on the main floor. For months, you watched her from a far, saunter in at a late hour and captivating the attention of different girls. She’d shrug them off as if she was used to the attention. This was a simple pass time for Trinity, a distraction from long days at work. More often than not, it ended with a pretty girl between her legs, lapping her up like she was heaven.

But tonight, Trinity craved something different.

She’d been watching you from the bar all night. She was captivated, watching your hips move sensually on the stage. Trinity frequented this bar more than enough to know your routine. What time your set started and what time you made your way onto the floor to grab drinks. Trinity told herself she merely observing, admiring you from a far as you teased customers and collected tips in exchange for a dance.

Trinity was determined to have you all to herself.

With one last drink she stepped away from the bar and approached you with ease. Charming words and soft smirks were exchanged, leading you right here.

“I’ve been watching you,” you hum, pushing her hair back behind her ear so you can kiss her some more. “You come in here every week acting like you’re God’s gift. Yet here you are trembling at my touch.”

Your hands fall to the bottom of her shirt, pushing the faded fabric up so you can feel her skin. Her stomach is warm to touch. You imagine pressing steady kisses to her abdomen and teasing her some more.

Trinity grins as your hands wander further upwards, cupping her bare breast and brushing your thumb against her nipple. Your touch made her feel like electricity, buzzing and high from finally capturing your attention. There was something about watching you under the faint LED lights, teasing her, that left her reeling and craving more.

She knew it was only a matter of moments before someone found you back here, touching each other in ways you weren’t supposed to, but that only made her buzz.

Trinity tries to steady you, but as she does, your hands immediately leave her chest.

“You know the rules,” you begin, looking down at her sat breathlessly. “The customer isn’t supposed to touch.”

Trinity mewls in response, feeling herself become wetter. She usually held herself together, yet here she was, nothing but a babbling mess.

Trinity hands quicky fall to her sides, keen for you to begin again. Grinning at her compliance, you lift your hips to the rhythm of the music and tease her further. Your hands trail in between her thighs, making her part her legs obediently. Each movement makes Trinity’s head spin. She couldn’t believe her luck, watching you in awe as you continue your performance.

“Please, let me have you.” She finally cries, no longer confident that she was in control. She needed you in more ways than the club would allow. She’d give you all the money in the world if it meant you would simply touch her. You laugh, watching her desperation as your hands move further to her core. She was usually so stoic, yet she was on the brink of crying at the idea of having you against her.

Rather than continuing your movement, you lean in closer, your mouth lingering just below her ear, and whisper “I finish in 10 minutes.”

[cherubvadi]

add this to mel kings top 10 worst conversations

[docabbott]

what your camera role would look like if you were in a relationship with trinity santos

[juneberrys]

Season 1 Ep. 15 — Season 2 Ep. 8

I love when she just : ☹️🙂‍↔️

Trinity, you mean Everything to me

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[sadmortician]

color practice with da pitt women

[kaletastrophes]

So…okay!

[emziess]

Live Dr. Robby Reaction

[codeblue2]

[corvophobia]

parker ellis are you free on saturday when i am free

[noah-wyles]

she got the ick

[elyon-art]

-Dolled up-

I LOVE SEVIKA WEARING DRESSES RAAAAH (≧▽≦)/

Also If you got any outfit request for her let me know !!

[zaekuun]

LYNN’S CHARACTER SHEETS ⚙️

[angkis]

[zaekuun]

I love my wife. 💋