#Trimberly Week

[sparrow-mask22]

If I Could Tell Her Trimberly prompt!!

JUST THOUGHT OF THE CUTEST FUCKING THING EVER!!!!!!!

Trini singing "If I Could Tell Her" from the musical Dear Evan Hansen, to Kim a week after the events of the movie, but she sings it as if trying to make Kim think it’s all the things Jason wants to say to her but little does she know that Trini is pouring her heart out to her 😍😍😍😍😍❤️❤️❤️

feel free to use this prompt but credit me if you do.

[5ivebyfive]

Enough depressing shit. Time to get back on my trimberly shit.

I miss trimberly week.

Would current and past fandom members participate in another one? We need a resurgence, even if just for a week.

[emilyskinners]

….I’m kinda curious… Javelia stan??

tbh..... yeah. like it's not the first time i like a pairing that has very little screentime and then has me in a fucking chokehold

also they're one of the reasons i started dino fury and cosmic fury, them and izzy/fern. like lesbians, a female red ranger, and a himbo who sings like an angel? i'm sold

i only recently got back into power rangers since i watched the 2017 film for the first time a couple weeks back and well, got back into pr nostalgia as a whole

javelia (and fizzy) is one of my ranger pairings along with trimberly (2017 version), wes/jen, leo/kendrix, andros/ashley, chase/riley, tyler/shelby, eric/taylor, kira/trent, jayden/antonio, conner/ethan, kendrix/maya (and some of these i also recently got into/saw the appeal of so i'm hooked), and a few more of course. nostalgia can get to me

but i'm obsessed. i also love both characters too which is a bonus as well. they're so sweet 🥺

[trickarrows-bishop]

also, on top of her internalized homophobia and realizing that she would never like guys in the way her mother wanted her to, trini has always been scared of the idea (which slowly turns into "fact" in her head) that, if someone sees the full of extent of her, they won't want to date her. both because baggage reasons and because, well, how can people love someone who doesn't even know what love feels like? and her biggest fear, that the things that set her apart from everyone else but don't even seem to be able to connect to other people the way her queerness can, is that her mother will be right, that she'll be simply too strange for them.

so when she starts dating kimberly, she starts hardcore masking again, trying to smile at the right times, stop flinching away when kim wants to hold her hand but she really doesn't want to (because what kind of fucked up girlfriend is she if she doesn't want to hold her girlfriend's hand?), trying to talk more even when speaking feels like chalk on her mental chalkboard.

contrary to what most people would think, kim doesn't get relieved at dating a "normal" person. in fact, she gets very, very worried, thinking that something's really wrong that she would act like this, act like she never has before. it gives her a gut feeling, something dark and clenching in her stomach, and she can't figure out what it is about it that makes her so on edge about it. plus, trini seems more tired now, too, responds on her phone less when at home, is more aggressive in training, and she doesn't know what to do.

after weeks of worry and conferring with the others (who have noticed and are equally concerned) about it, she sits trini down and asks her what's wrong.

following her denial for a few moments, she breaks and finally explains everything, from how she hid her real self when she was younger, to how it basically sucked the life out of her and so she just... stopped after they started moving, to how all these fears swam back up to the surface and breathed into her once more, and apologizes.

it's the apology that snaps kim out of her horrified silence, because she's just fucking devastated at the idea of trini learning that she was less loveable because of who she really was. she reassures her, through tears, that she would never ever leave her for something like that.

it takes a while, but after more and more talking about it, her fears are laid more to rest, and she starts to unmask and unwind more. kim is extremely happy about this, about how much trini trusts her, and shows her affection as much as she can, in the ways that make trini comfortable. and they r very happy <3

all this is to say that. i <3 autistic trini in trimberly

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA YES OH MY GOD YES

[chaosdeprived]

☾ introduction ☽

lynn ❖ 25 ❖ she/they ❖ latine ❖ gay af

hey there! this is my main (multifandom) blog! i realized i have no real intro page that’s current so this is a little “about me” and what i post! :)

current main interests:

MEDIA: DC (harley quinn, kara danvers, batfam) ✵ Marvel/MCU (kate bishop, yelena belova, carol danvers) ✵ Mean Girls 2024 ✵ Anime/Manga (jujutsu kaisen, one piece, bleach, hell’s paradise, + more) ✵ Horror Movies (abigail 2024, saw, scream vi, + more) ✵ Godzilla (minus one, monsterverse) ✵ Criminal Minds (+ true crime) ✵ The Legend of Korra ✵ Percy Jackson (+ hades game) ✵ Smiling Friends ✵ WLW Media

PEOPLE: reneé rapp, auli'i cravalho, florence pugh, zendaya, hailee steinfeld, margot robbie, billie eilish, chappell roan, jenna ortega, sabrina carpenter

SHIPS: bishova, rejanis, harlivy, yuzugiri, korrasami, trimberly, jemily, avatrice, ronance, nobamai, wenclair, joeysammy

some tags:

#chaos rambles (my dumb thoughts)

#chaos writes (oh wow i posted a fic)

side blog: @thejanisimiike (mainly means girls + rejanis content)

AO3: @/celestialdagger (sometimes i write, most times i don't-)

twitter: @/chaosxbrainrot (spreading out to find more gay mutuals lmao)

a quote to end on (iykyk): "What gave you the confidence?" "Delusion."

*A/N: i'll try to keep this post "updated" with any new links or blog interests as best as i can. thanks for stopping by! :)

[okay random fyi but i *try* not to spoil new content - tv shows/movies/books - when it initially releases so i'll tag the media with a spoiler mention for about 1-2 weeks after: "media title+spoilers" or just a general "spoilers" tag. after a month i'd recommend muting certain words if you're worried about that.]

[misstacy]

Trimberly Week

Hello friends! The Trimberly Dwarves Discord Server and I are hosting year 3 of Trimberly Week. We’re making the categories more vague this year as the fandom has grown much smaller. All writers, artists, gif makers, video editors, etc. can participate!

Day 1: Fluff Day 2: Angst Day 3: HOT (either smut or literal heat, you can decide) Day 4: Alternate Universe Day 5: Free choice! Do whatever you wish!

Make sure to tag your posts like this: #Trimberly Week Day 1 so that I and other bloggers can reblog your work!

Trimberly week will be July 22nd to 26th. I’ll be reblogging the best posts for each day just like last time. Remember that this is just for fun and you don’t have to participate for every day! <3

[wingedsilva]

(don’t ask why) I can paint a picture of you in my mind

rating: T

category: F/F

fandom: power rangers (2017)

relationships: kimberly hart/trini

summary: It’s absolutely infuriating how she can’t even help herself at this point. She used to be able to just feel the urge to draw and pluck something from her imagination to work on. Now, every time she goes to put pen to paper it’s nothing but Kim. And it’s fucking embarrassing. So, she shoves it deep, deep down into the depths of her chest, as far as it allows, and settles herself in the fact that she’s cursed to just let her feelings pour out into sketches in a notebook and remain there, forever, unspoken.

or

Trini has a bunch of sketches of Kim’s face and name in her Biology notebook and she’s fine with living with the guilt of that and her huge crush until she accidentally gives Kim the wrong notebook and oh god she’s got to get that thing back before Kim sees.

So I wrote a thing if anyone is interested in reading. I also procrastinated while writing said thing and made a moodboard. 

[leaughrilke]

Trimberly- you're a terrible cook

find it on: ao3

“Kim, do I - do I want to know?”

“Uh.  No?”  Kim reaches out to quickly pat out the little burst of flame that flares up again in the aftermath of her attempt at dinner, avoiding eye contact the whole time.  Trini’s pretty sure there’s cream in her hair.  “I’m pretty sure you don’t.”

Trini’s not sure what she expected when she walked in the door.  Flowers, maybe.  Or wine.  Maybe one of those oversized stuffed animals, like the one Kim had surprised her with a couple birthdays before.  Hell, she wouldn’t have been shocked if she walked into their home and Kim had a string quartet or some shit like that - she and Kim have been together for seven years and in that time, Trini’s seen her fair share of her girlfriend’s extravagant displays of affection.

It used to bother her a little.  Not the displays themselves, but rather how good Kim was at showing her care in this way.  Trini was never one for grand declarations or big gestures.  For a while, right at their start, there were many nights Trini spent scared out of her fucking mind that Kim would get tired of never having her big gestures reciprocated, would get tired of dating someone who panicked every time she took her hand in public.  That she would get tired of Trini.  

The voice that used to whisper shit like that has been mostly quiet for years now; Kim, when Trini finally came out with what had been keeping her up at night, had made it clear that there was no underlying resentment at Trini’s quieter care.

“How can you say that?” Kim had asked, her expression cycling through worry to hurt to confusion and back again.  “You’re, like, the only person that will watch Chopped with me.”

For their anniversary this year, Trini built Kim a new vanity after her old one was sacrificed in the name of sexcapades (in Trini’s defense, she didn’t know the joint connecting the tabletop to the leg was already weak when she grabbed onto it in a fit of ecstasy.  Really, she should blame Kim for doing that thing).  And in the days leading to this, the seven year mark on their relationship, Trini’s been making wild guesses at what Kim would do.

“Are you whisking me away to the French Riviera?” she’d asked over breakfast a few weeks prior.

“Trini, we both know we don’t make enough for that,” Kim had mumbled back through a mouthful of cereal.

Valid.

“Roadtrip to South-by-Southwest?” Trini had guessed while they watched Brooklyn 99 reruns a few days ago.

Kim stuck her with a deadpan look.  “Do you really think I would be able to keep it to myself if I landed us tickets to that?”

Also valid.

And finally, this morning, Trini had, in between slow, languorous kisses, briefly wondered, “Are you proposing?”

Kim had just kissed her way down Trini’s jaw, mumbling as she went, “Baby, we’re already engaged.”

Which, again - valid.

That said, as Trini steps further into the house and looks around, she thinks she was probably closer with her guess this morning if the rose petals, candles, and charred remains of what looked like a very nice dinner were anything to go by.

“Kimmy, I love you more than life itself,” Trini starts, her initial shock softening as Kim buries her face in her hands.

“I’m a terrible cook!” Kim groans, not looking up until Trini’s just in front of her, laying her hands on her waist.

“You’re a terrible cook,” Trini agrees softly.  “And that’s okay.  But also, why did you try and burn our kitchen to the ground?”

“Because I love you.”

“Interesting choice.”

Kim’s look of abject defeat finally gives way to that soft, adoring look she saves for Trini alone as she leans forward, draping her arms over Trini’s shoulders.  

“I was taking lessons,” Kim admits after Trini coaxes her into a few kisses.  “I had this whole plan to propose to you -.”

“I knew it!”

“And then your drunk ass had to go and beat me to it, but guess who still had six weeks of lessons under her belt?”

“Six weeks?”

“And your ring just got back from the jeweler, so I figured I’d keep the plan and give you the speech and do the whole thing how I’d planned it, but then I burned the duxelles and…it was kind of downhill after that.”  Kim sighs and presses her cheek to Trini’s crown.  “Is Chinese okay?”

Trini squirms out of Kim’s hold just slightly, enough so that she can peer up at her in disbelief.  “You took six weeks of cooking lessons to make me dinner?” she asks, gaping at her fiancée.

“I took six weeks of cooking lessons to fail at making you dinner, yes.”

“Kim.”

“I’m not being overly negative!” Kim protests.  “Losing six dish towels to flames seems like a pretty good indicator of failure.”

“Kimberly,” Trini huffs, frowning until Kim fully refocuses on her, rather than the mess behind them.  

Kim quirks an eyebrow.  “Yes?”

“You have a speech?”

“Of course.”

Trini falls silent for a moment, gathering her words or her courage.  They’ve been together for so long, but sometimes - sometimes Trini still gets nervous about this.  About asking for what she wants.

“Can I hear it?”

Trini’s sure she’s said the right thing, her choice affirmed in the way Kim’s entire face lights up, in the way her shoulders loosen infinitesimally.  She’s even more sure after the way Kim kisses her, like she’s someone to be wonderstruck over.

“You can hear it so long as you promise not to change your answer after I tell you every sappy thing I’ve ever thought about you and us,” Kim tells her some time later, her lipstick a little worse for the wear.

Trini slips her fingers under the waistband of Kim’s skirt, just to feel the smooth heat of her skin and to see the way Kim’s pupils dilate, to see how her throat bobs as she swallows hard, to feel the way her breath catches.  Kim leans down for another kiss, coaxing the heat building between them to spark.  

“Mm,” Trini hums against her lips.  “You could not pay me enough money in the world to change my answer.”

Kim grins at her, awestruck.  Kisses her again, something slower and sweeter and more tender, something that pulls at the very core of Trini, something that makes her chest ache with love.

“Okay,” Kim whispers.  “But not in here.”

She shoos Trini out onto the patio, into the cool, dusky evening, before running back into the house.  When she comes back, little wooden ring box in hand, Trini’s just finished lighting the candles they keep out on the patio table for nights when it’s too nice to eat inside.

“Ugh,” Kim groans, wrapping Trini back up in her arms.  “I love you so much.”

Trini can’t help laughing, dropping her lighter onto the table and slipping her arms around Kim’s waist in response.  “That better not be the speech,” she teases.

“Oh, please,” Kim huffs.  “My speech made the boys sob like babies.”

“Historically not difficult to accomplish.”

“It made Tommy cry too.”

Trini pauses.  “Respect.”

Finally disentangling, Kim steps back and shakes out her arms quickly.  “Okay,” she starts.  “Do you want to be standing or sitting?”

“How do you want me?” Trini asks, leaning into the double entendre with an eyebrow waggle.  

Kim, always committed to the drama of it all, ignores the easy joke and instead asks, “How do you picture your perfect proposal?”

“How did you propose the first time?”

Trini can answer that - they were in the shower, Trini too hungover from the night before to really do much else beyond make out under the spray, and Kim had backed her up against the tile, crowding her and had asked, “So, were you serious last night?  Because I was very serious.”

“About what?” Trini had mumbled, struggling to focus on anything but the drops of water racing down Kim’s neck to her chest and rethinking her policy on only making out.

“You, me, holy matrimony.”

“Please don’t rhyme at me.”

“Wedded bliss.  Were you serious?”

“That’s still a rhyme.”

“Trini.”

At the sound of her name, Trini had snapped her eyes up and seen the open, searching look Kim was leveling at her, the look that said I’ll drop this if you were joking, but please don’t be joking.

“I meant it,” Trini had answered quietly, half drowned out by the rush of water around them.

Kim’s hands, previously settled on Trini’s waist, began to drift up over her ribcage, her shoulders, up to cradle Trini’s face.  “Seriously?” Kim had asked.

“Seriously.”

And now they’re here.  Trini’s not sure she can think of anything that could top Kim’s original proposal, whether she’s sitting or standing or whatever.

Silently, she sits.

“Okay,” Kim breathes, bouncing from foot to foot.  “Okay, I’ve got this.”

“You’ve got this,” Trini echoes encouragingly.

Kim flashes her a grateful smile before she sinks to one knee.  “Trini Gomez,” she starts before falling silent, tilting her head a little and staring openly.  The flickering candlelight casts a warm glow across her features, her brows drawn together, her lips parted.  Trini could die from loving her.

“Yes?” Trini prompts, wondering briefly if Kim was chickening out.

She needn’t have worried.  In a flash, Kim is surging forward, up off the ground to stand between Trini’s legs and curl over her, cradling her face between her hands like Trini’s something precious.  “I love you so much,” Kim manages before she’s kissing Trini hard, pressing forward until she’s in Trini’s lap.

Trini grips Kim’s hips, making a single, soft noise of surprise before she gets with the program.

“Just - it’s wild how much I love you,” Kim tells her between heated kisses.  “Every day I wake up to you and - oh!”  Kim sucks in a sharp breath when Trini’s hand slips under the hem of her skirt.  “Trini, are you trying to make me lose my place?” she reprimands.

“You kissed me!”

“You were looking at me like that and you expected me to what?  Just not kiss you?”  Kim leans back, her expression turning smug at Trini’s whine of protest.  “As I was saying,” she grins, “the moment I first met you - really met you, I wanted you in my life.  However you wanted to be there.  In whatever way.”

Trini sways forward, pressing a soft kiss to Kim’s jaw.  She leans back when Kim stares at her, offering her an innocent smile at Kim’s raised eyebrows.

“I can’t believe we waited as long as we did,” Kim continues, her voice growing softer, her eyes misting over.  “It was kind of torture, but the best kind.  I’d have lived through any kind of torture if it meant I got even a little bit of you, for the record.”

“Kim.”

“And you’re your own person and I’m my own person, and we’re entirely whole unto ourselves, to be clear,” Kim tells her seriously.  “But I like to think that we’re our own whole, individual selves, but just a little better for knowing and loving each other.”  She leans in to kiss the corner of Trini’s mouth.  “I know I am.”

Trini strokes her thumbs over the warm skin of Kim’s thighs under her skirt, swallowing hard against the burn of tears.

“I wake up to you every morning and every morning I am made the happiest woman in the history of the universe over again,” Kim says, her voice thick.  “I - I had more to say, but I really want to kiss you again, so what do you say?  Will you marry me?”

…

Later, in the heavy dark of night after the candles have burned out, Kim and Trini giggle as they gather up their scattered clothing.

“You know,” Kim murmurs as they head back inside, Trini already searching the pockets of her jeans for her phone to order in.  “I see the upside to having a privacy fence now.”

“If you think for a second that my insistence on getting that fence means that outdoor sex is regularly on the table, I will throw this ring at you.”

“You’re just mad that your hair got messed up.  Also I love you,” Kim teases, coming up behind Trini and resting her chin on her shoulder.

“Always with the smooth recovery,” Trini grumbles even as she leans into Kim’s embrace.  “You’re smart, Kimmy.  Might just have to marry you.”

[owl-elementary]

Cookie Party

Ship: Pink Lemonade/Trimberly

Prompt: Trimberly Week - Fluff

Summary: Trini is exhausted. Kim bakes.

***

Trini sighed and closed the pantry door.

“What’s wrong?” Kim asked.

“I’m on my period and want cookies!” Trini grumbled. “I’m going to run to the Holiday Mart.”

“No you’re not,” Kim said gently. “You got your ass kicked in training today, you just got over the flu, and now you’re surfing the crimson tide -”

“Oh hi, the 90s called, they’d like their slang back.”

“- all that to say, you need your rest. Go lie down and do your reading for English. I’ll take care of the cookies.”

Trini kissed Kim and shuffled over to the living room. She snuggled down on the couch and rolled up in Kim’s fuzzy blanket. She was planning on doing her reading - they had midterms coming up in two weeks - but she fell asleep.

Trini woke up to an amazing smell. She tried to get off the couch, forgot she was wrapped in a blanket, and fell. She was extricating herself from the blanket when Kim came in with a plate.

“Ice cream sandwich for the second sexiest Ranger.”

“Second, huh? Who’s the first?” Trini asked, taking one of the desserts. The cookies were still gooey, and Trini made a mental note to beg Kim for cookies more often.

“Zach,” Kim deadpanned, keeping a straight face for approximately three seconds before laughing at Trini’s glare.

Trini groaned, taking a bite of the ice cream sandwich. “The only reason you’re getting away with that is because you offered treats first.”

There was a knock at the door.

“The boys are here,” Trini said.

Kim opened the door to find the rest of the Rangers. “Hey guys! Everything okay?”

“We were playing Super Smash Bros when Trini flashed across our Ranger link,” Zach said. “Like hella flashed. We figured y’all were eating something good, because it wasn’t like the sex flashes.”

“Zach!” Billy and Jason groaned.

“What?” he yelped, and then turned back to Kim. “We ran here. You got enough for us?”

Kim laughed and stood aside to let them in. “Sure thing.”

“Ranger cookie party!” Trini announced. “You guys make your sandwiches - I’ll pick a movie.”

[jadedsunshine]

Kimberly wants to cook a special dinner for Trini... what could go wrong?

[stepsofthepalace]

Chapters: 4/5 Fandom: Power Rangers (2017) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kimberly Hart/Trini Characters: Kimberly Hart, Trini (Power Rangers) Summary:

First time properly participating in a Trimberly Week!

Day 1: Fluff Day 2: Angst Day 3: HOT (either smut or literal heat) Day 4: Alternate Universe Day 5: Free choice

[5ivebyfive]

Hi! What’s your absolute favorite fic you’ve written? And what about it do you love the most?

That’s a good question! It changes a lot and varies depending on how I look at it. Like, favorite to write, favorite storyline, etc. It changes. But if I had to pick one overall, it would probably be live fast, die young, bad girls do it well.

I love the plot, them being mob women. I love the process it took and how I obsessively wrote it in 2 weeks or less. I love the dynamics of them as a family and their associates. Mostly I love how trimberly are trimberly through it all and you can like….viscerally feel their love and devotion to each other.

I would link it but I’m on mobile and lazy, lol.

[bluearrow126]

The Trimberly fandom is really blessing us all this week

[filmfanatic82]

The Surprise (Trimberly Week / Day 3)

AO3 Link (HERE)

“How about now?” Trini huffs as she blindly runs her hands through her hair, pushing the short strands away from her eyes. She’s been sitting on the edge of Kim's bed for the last ten minutes, eyes shut in complete and utter anticipation of--

A surprise.

A birthday surprise to be exact. One Kim has been teasing Trini about morning, noon, and night for the last two weeks now. A surprise that according to Zack would probably leave her walking funny for at least a week, if not more.

After that hint, which was dropped randomly during a training session in the pit, Trini spent the next few days desperately trying to decrypt it. Not that she wanted to ruin the surprise but just wanted to be prepared. Prepared for anything.

“Just one more second,” Kim hums in response.

Walking funny?

What the hell’s that supposed to mean?

Maybe Zack was just--

“Okay. You can open them.”

Trini swallowed down a lump of nerves and then ever so slowly opens her eyes.

There before her stands Kim, looking just as beautiful as she always does in her go-to skinny jeans and pink crop top. Messy raven locks spilling down around the edges of her face, framing it ever so perfectly.

So fuckin’ beautiful.

But--

“Baby, I don’t get it. What’s the…” Trini trails off, trying to piece together what she’s missing.

A slow smirk crawls across Kim’s lips as she approaches Trini. “Surprise?”

“Yeah.”

“Hmm,” Kim inches even closer and then gently grabs hold of Trini’s hand, guiding it down her rock hard abs. “Now where could it be.”

Trini’s heart rate instantly skyrockets. “Kim…”

But Kim doesn’t respond. She merely continues to guide Trini’s hand further down her body. Past her belly button. Past the edge of her jeans. Until Trini’s fingertips reach--

Holy shit.

That’s the surprise.

Trini locks eyes with Kim as a look of realization sweeps across her face.

“Surprise,” Kim husks out in a low, sultry voice causing a wave of instantaneous chills to run down Trini’s spine.

Trini starts to open her mouth to respond, but before she can get her words out--

Fuck me.

Oh dear god.

She’s died. That’s the only answer.

How else can she explain what’s transpiring?

Kimberly fuckin’ Hart is--  

Kim pulls out of the sheering hot kiss, but not before nipping a bit at Trini’s bottom lip. “Well? Are you gonna unwrap your surprise?”

Trini eagerly reaches for Kim’s jeans and without a single moment of hesitation, unbuttons them. She pulls them down in one fell swoop, revealing that--

Kimberly Hart is wearing a strap-on.

A freakin’ strap-on.

Sure, they’ve talked about it once or twice. Even drunkenly one night browsed them on Trini’s laptop.

But never in her wildest dreams did she think that--

“Trini?”

Trini snaps out of her thoughts. She glances up at Kim and notices the smallest hint of insecurity hiding just behind her chocolate brown eyes.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to. I just thought… Well, we had looked at those ones on… And I…”

“Stop.” Trini cuts Kim off, pulling her downwards onto the bed, on top of her. She cups her hands around Kim’s face and plants a quick but suggestive kiss on the older girl’s lips. “I love it, Princess.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Really.” Trini matches Kim’s smirk. “Now, are you gonna fuck me or--”

Kim doesn’t wait for Trini to finish her sentence. She grabs hold of the hem of Trini’s track pants and in one swift motion, rips them off along with Trini’s boxer briefs in process.

Oh god… Oh god… Oh god…

Trini desperately tries to control her breathing as her eyes focus in on the goddess of a woman before her. She wraps her hands around Kim’s supple ass, bringing them even closer until she feels it against her core.

“Trini,” Kim says in a passion laced whisper. “Are you sure?”

Trini nods, conveying a world of emotions through her hazel eyes.

Love.

Trust.

Desire.

Each one fighting to overpower the others. All fueled by one thing and one thing only…

Kimberly Hart.

Trini reaches down, takes hold of the tip of the dildo, and ever so gently guides it into place. She bits back a bit of a moan as she feels herself stretching to accommodate its entire length. It’s a foreign but familiar sensation all at the same time.

Fuck.

Kim is inside of her.

And it feels fucking amazing.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” Trini replies, adjusting her hips to bring their bodies even closer.

Kim latches her lips onto Trini’s pulse point as she starts to rock her hips in a deliciously slow but consistent rhythm.

Trini shuts her eye as every inch of her body lights up in an indescribable pleasure. She races towards the edge at a feverish pace that up until now she couldn’t even imagine achieving.

“Dios mio… Dios mio… Dios mio…” Trini chants like a prayer as Kim picks up the pace. Their bodies collide together in perfect harmony, etching an unforgettable beat onto Trini’s heart.

“Oh god. Baby, I’m gonna…” Kim pants out, unable to catch her breath.

“Me… too…”

Just as Trini feels herself plummeting over the edge, her eye pop back open and lock with Kim’s. They exchange an intense stare as their bodies succumb to the tidal wave of pleasure

Fuck.

She loves this woman. With every being in her entire body.

Kim collapses down on top of Trini unable to support herself anymore. “Happy Birthday.”

Trini reaches up, runs her hands through Kim’s sweaty raven locks and plants a tender but passionate kiss on her lips. “Thank you, Princess.”

[barbie-verse]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Power Rangers (2017), Power Rangers Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kimberly Hart/Trini, Kimberly Hart & Zack Taylor Characters: Kimberly Hart, Trini (Power Rangers), Zack Taylor Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Trimberly Week, Kim has a white girl order, but she's not white, Trini gives her a different name every day, Alternate Universe - College/University, ish, teen rating is because of swearing Summary:

On her first day at the college, she knew exactly where to go to grab her morning cup of coffee, Topped Off was always guaranteed to calm her down.

Or at least that’s what she thought.

What wasn’t guaranteed was Kim walking in through the door only to find the prettiest girl she had ever seen standing behind the counter.

If only the girl would actually get her name right.

Trimberly Week - Day 1

[nayacutyonails]

Fffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuck I need a supernatural thing for trimberly week