Whitaker: So, what’s it like sleeping with Garcia?
Santos: Once I asked her for a glass of water while she was mad at me, and she brought me a glass full of ice and said “wait.”
Santos: I love her.
pitt posting now the hype is down and I'm not agitated with half the fan base.
if I had everything going on with me that Santos did, I think Al-Hashimi's aura of calm and in control would make my panties wet via mere proximity. I think if she looked at me with those eyes (she's so good at having eyes) I would need to go to the bathroom and touch myself. I think if she paid me an ounce of attention, or god forbid, praised me, I'd orgasm on the spot. I think she's exactly what Santos needs.
Garsanshimi established relationship, and it's Baran and Yolanda dealing with Trinity after she's been a brat all day in a way she doesn't expect
Smut. MDNI
This Trinity did not expect. She knew she'd been a brat okay? All day, pretty incessantly, and normally by now she would have been promised a punishment. Something toe-curling and domineering, like the time they'd both edged her until she was on the verge of tears, telling her that if she promised to be good they'd finally let her come. She'd almost blacked out when she finally moaned an apology, please please please I'll be so good for you I promise, and they finally let her careen over the edge whilst they stroked her hair.
Tonight Yolanda and Baran had peppered her with kisses, tender and heated as they positioned her between them. Her favourite place to be, both of their attention and their bodies close to hers.
Trinity felt unsteady, like standing on uneven ground. She was used to their tenderness by now but she knew she'd been pushing them both today. She'd expected firm directions, admonishment for her earlier behavior. So far none had come and it left Trinity unmoored.
"You're so pretty like this, Trin." Yolanda whispered into her mouth, before pressing their lips together, kissing her soft and caring.
Trinity kissed back, even with her eyebrows rising, confused. She was on her hands and knees, Yolanda in front of her leaning against the pillows, naked.
"Yola's right, sweetheart." Baran's voice came from behind her. Her fingers were trailing gentle patterns on Trinity's lower back, and Trinity shivered at the barely-there touch. She tried not to whine, wishing those touches were harder and involved nails digging into her spine. Where was her punishment?
"Can I touch you?" Trinity asked, breaking away from Yolanda's lips to look up at her through her eyelashes. The words came out more beseeching than she intended, more desperate. Tell me what to do, she couldn't bring herself to ask.
"I think Baran wants to help you first. You feel that?"
Trinity immediately felt Baran's long fingers sliding through her folds, already wet from just being between the two of them. Baran circled her clit a few times, and Trinity keened when two fingers slipped inside her.
Baran moaned at the sight. "I think she's ready Yola."
Trinity turned her head to look at Baran, confusion already making its way across her features, before Yolanda's strong fingers gripped her chin. She pulled Trinity's face back around before locking eyes with her. Trinity's whole body got hot at her expression.
"Baran's going to get something for you. And I've got something for you too."
Presents? Presents were not on her radar given her behaviour today. Something uncertain must have flashed on her face because Yolanda's eyes softened. "You trust us, baby?"
Trinity nodded, and Yolanda's grip on her chin allowed her to. Yolanda pressed another kiss, this one at the corner of her lips. "Colour?"
Trinity swallowed. "Green."
Yolanda smiled and let go of her chin. She gently pushed at Trinity's shoulder, until she shuffled back slightly on the bed.
This didn't seem like a present, now she was too far to sink her face between Yola's thighs like she wanted. Trinity pouted.
Then immediately gasped when Baran's hand found her hip, and the silicone of her strap pressed against her cunt.
She could hear the smile in Baran's tone as she replied, "Then take it sweetheart."
Trinity pushed back, Baran's own hips unmoving, and felt the immediate stretch as Baran filled her. Trinity let her head drop down, letting out a moan.
Yolanda also moaned, and Trinity looked up to see her girlfriend with her hand buried in her own cunt, pumping slowly as she took in the sight. She caught Trinity's eyes and languidly pulled her hand out. Her slick dripped between her fingers and Trinity licked her lips unconsciously.
"You want this too, baby?"
Trinity merely surged forwards, lips wrapping around her fingers. Her tongue lapped between them and she whined at the taste. It took her a moment to realise that Baran hadn't followed her, and she was now empty of the strap entirely. Her head snapped back to look at her.
Baran's dark gaze held her, lips turned up at the corner, satisfied.
Trinity got a sudden, immediate understanding. The anxious, unsteady part of her loosened at the same time that the horny, desperate part of her froze in realisation.
Yolanda's fingers dipped back down to her own cunt, and Trinity wanted to follow them with her mouth. Baran stayed kneeled behind her, waiting patiently.
"You think after everything you've done today there wouldn't be a punishment?" Yolanda cooed at her.
Baran's voice was molten. "Good girls get everything they want right away. Brats have to make choices."
idgaf how feminist or lesbian you think you are, if you don't fw trans women do NOT interact with my posts i will stick you to my blog with gorilla glue and my bomb will kill both of us
THIS IS A SCENE OF GIGI (sepi) GETTING HER HAND MOVED BACK SO THAT SHE CAN FINGER BETTE
i need this but with yola and baran 😔😭
there are literally two maintenance guys in my studio apartment right now to fix whatever the fuck is making the place smell like gas but i had to write this
nsfw under the cut: d/s tones and fighting for dominance, teasing, minors DNI
Yolanda runs her hands up Baran's sides, bunching the fabric of her silk robe. If it could even be called that. The garment doesn't even make it halfway down Baran's thighs and barely closes enough in the front to cover her breasts. Not that Yolanda has ever complained about that, truly, she's a big fan of this sorry excuse for nightwear.
Yolanda came home in a mood. Not an exceptionally bad one, by any means, but she had been looking forward to driving herself and Trinity home from work to enjoy the rest of their evening all together. The resident, unfortunately, had to stay late in the ED. Baran already had the day off, so at least Yolanda wasn't walking into an empty house.
No, she was walking into a house inhabited by her incredibly sexy older girlfriend, clad in nothing but a nightdress that barely reached her ass and aforementioned robe. Things could be worse.
So to work through her incredibly complex and layered emotions (read: grumpy that she has to nap in only one of her girlfriends' tits, not both girlfriends), she decides to take it out on Baran.
Or at least tries to. Baran isn't known for her submissiveness.
Baran is known for her easy dominance, the way she takes control of the room. She's known for being nurturing and caring even when she holds all the power. She's known for being the only person to ever successfully make Yolanda Garcia submissive.
But that doesn't mean Baran is only ever dominant, just that it's rather rare for Yolanda to have all the control. Even now she doesn't.
Even after manhandling her girlfriend from the kitchen to the dining room. Pressing into her from behind and forcing Baran's hips into the table. Pulling her robe fully open and letting her hands roam all over Bran's perfect body, silk slip barely leaving anything to the imagination.
From just over her shoulder Yolanda can see straight down the nightdress, the tantalizing skin of her girlfriends breasts just out of reach. She busies herself with pulling the hem of the dress up so that she can force Baran's legs to spread and finally feel the wetness she knows has gathered at the apex of her thighs.
Baran pushes back, shoving off of the table and into Yolanda's chest, turning her head to try and get a better angle on the taller woman's face.
"None of that," Yolanda says gruffly, pushing Baran's hips forcefully back into the table and nosing her head back into place. She knows that if she lets Baran kiss her, then she will lose any and all control she has.
"Not yet," Baran sighs cheekily, but her snark is cut off by the feeling of Yolanda's middle and ring finger thrusting into her without warning. She gasps, hips rolling into the sudden intrusion.
"Baby," Baran sighs, once more trying to turn her head into Yolanda's.
"Just let me have you," Yolanda barks back, with a dominant edge to her voice.
She curls her fingers roughly into Baran the way she knows the older woman likes: starting from deep inside and pressing firmly on the way out near her entrance. Baran's wetness gathers quickly, slick sounds growing louder along with her moans.
Yolanda could live in his moment, the wet heat of Baran's cunt wrapped snuggly around her fingers, the smell and sound of her girlfriends pleasure. It's the kind of thing she lives for, making Baran feel good, which is different from her dynamic with Trinity. She enjoys dominating Trinity for the sake of dominating her, knowing that is what gets both of them off.
But Baran, her pleasure is addicting. The noises she makes, the way she smells and tastes, the way she is incapable of not praising her girlfriends for fucking her so good.
"Yola, so deep baby, so good," she says, voice breathy but still controlled. She's clearly enjoying this but she hasn't reached the headspace Yolanda is pushing her towards. The one that allows the surgeon to actually seize control.
Then Baran rolls her hips backwards at a calculated angle, pressing her ass into Yolanda's core just right that she feels her aching clit scream for attention. In that moment Yolanda knows that there is no chance in hell she is getting Baran to submit to her tonight. She can spend as much time as she wants pulling as many orgasms out of the older woman as possible, but Baran will be in charge for all of them.
"Yeah, love, keep making me feel good. Your fingers feel so nice inside me." Yolanda barely stifles a hiccup, a noise of shock at how quickly and easily Baran has flipped the table on her. Or, more realistically, how she has revealed the true nature of their situation. Taking control of Baran Al-Hashimi is no simple task, and it is not something she gives up easily. She will take as much pleasure as she desires from her girls, but she likes calling the shots. Always has.
"Were you thinking about this on your drive home, Yola? So keyed up that Trinity isn't able to join us? Cranky that you wouldn't get to have your way with her tonight, so you thought you'd try your luck with me?" Baran's hips keep rolling backwards into Yolanda's hips, grinding her perfect ass back and forth so that she teases the taller woman but also rocks herself forwards to meet every thrust of Yolanda's fingers in time. "You know that never works, baby, you know you're all mine."
Yolanda groans. There's no fucking way she's coming back from this.
"But we can pretend. Just take good care of me and I'll let you pretend you're the one in control, for now at least." Yolanda honest to god whimpers at the lustful tone of Baran's voice. "You want that, sweet girl?"
"Fuck," Yolanda grunts. Grinding herself into Baran's ass is suddenly not enough, not even fucking close, and she grabs Baran's right hand to bring it in between them. She pushes it roughly under her scrub bottoms and underwear, guiding Baran's fingers towards her own wetness. She gasps, Baran just hums. Like she knew this is where they'd end up. Dammit.
"Just make me cum," Yolanda spits out, but the dominant tone she had earlier is slowing vanishing, now thin and thready. Baran humors her, true to her word.
"Fuck daddy, so wet. This all from me? You just couldn't help yourself, you love my pussy that much?" Yolanda bites down on Baran's shoulder to stop herself from sobbing out loud, both at Baran's words but also because at that moment her thumb makes contact with Yolanda's neglected clit. She ruts forward sloppily into Baran's hand.
The older woman moans and whines, high pitched sounds that are obviously all for show. It's nothing like what she usually sounds like, these are too high pitched and girly. They're not pornographic, but close enough that they are both arousing and condescending. They're meant to maintain the facade of Yolanda's dominance while still reminding her of the truth: that Baran is in charge, that Baran dictates how this scene plays out, and she can change it to be whatever she wants whenever she wants. Yolanda only gets to fuck Baran like this because Baran is letting her.
Basically, Baran is playing with her food.
Yolanda feels herself tighten at the thought, core fluttering around Baran's fingers as the older woman pushes inside. It's and awkward angle, and she can't get very deep, but Yolanda is so strung out that it doesn't even matter. She thrusts her own fingers relentlessly into Baran's cunt, curling them deep and rubbing her palm over Baran's clit.
Baran keeps moaning, pitch lowering incrementally the closer she gets to her orgasm. Yolanda smirks into the back of her neck, presses a wet kiss there before biting down.
Baran retaliates with a pointed curl of her fingers, pressing harshly into Yolanda's front wall, and grinds her ass backwards just as the taller pushes her hips forwards. They moan in unison, panting into the quiet air of their home.
"Fuck, Baran," Yolanda groans, rutting into her girlfriends hand. "Fuck.. that feel good?" It's meant to sound sultry, like she knows it's good and just wants to hear Baran say it. But she's too turned on and too far from dominant right now to accomplish that. Instead, the question comes out sounding much whinier and desperate than she wanted.
Not nearly as desperate and whorish as Trinity sounds when she asks them that question, but it's definitely in the same realm.
Baran groans loudly at it, no doubt mind reeling from how pitiful Yolanda sounds.
"Oh, baby," she gasps. "Yes, honey, you feel so good." Barns rolls her hips pressing into her own hand, then Yolanda's, then her own again. Rocking her hips so that she's seeking her own pleasure while still helping herself fuck harder into Yola behind her. It makes the surgeon's blood run hot, eyes glazing over and mouth watering.
She's completely fixated on her girlfriend, entranced.
"You fuck me so well, daddy, you always do."
Shamefully, Yolanda cums immediately. Her orgasm rushing forward like a tidal wave as soon as Baran calls her 'daddy'. She clenches down fiercely on the older woman's fingers, hips stuttering as tremors run through her whole body.
Baran laughs, loudly and cruelly. She is kind enough to keep curling her fingers, guiding Yolanda through her orgasm before pushing herself off of the table and spinning to face the younger.
"You had your fun, daddy? Are you finally ready to be good for me?" Her fingers, still wet and slick, curl and tap teasingly at Yolanda's jaw and lips. Her mouth falls open, hoping Baran will shove those fingers down her throat. She's so blissed out right now she can't think straight, it's a miracle she's standing on her own.
Barns hums, brow arching, and Yola finally registers that she's been asked a question. She nods hastily, completely unaware of what she is agreeing to. It doesn't matter anyway. Baran could ask anything of her, anything, and Yolanda would play along readily.
Baran's grins stretches sharp and mischievous and a little terrifying across her face, like she's so fucking happy to have finally put Yolanda in place like this.
She probably, no definitely is.
"Good girl, daddy," she lilts, voice cunning and clear. "How about you go put on your harness and get ready for me on the bed? Hm?"
Yolanda nods shakily, still trembling.
"Wha-" She's interrupted but her voice cracking. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. "What are you going to do?"
Baran's gaze darkens, something conniving and mean and excited in her eyes that screams danger. Yolanda feels pinned in place by it.
"I'm going to ride you until you break," Barns whispers into the empty space between them. "Does that sound nice, daddy?"
i think my favorite thing about trinity santos is how genuinely corny she is. i love how she unironically changes whitaker’s nickname from huckleberry to fuckleberry when she’s upset. i love the exaggerated hand gestures and the way she bows as she makes her dramatic exit saying, “so long, fellow losers”. she is so undeniably cringe that i can’t help but love her
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