forcebutching trinity... buying her packers and more masculine clothes. using he / him pronouns, groping his bulge and calling him your handsome boy. fucking urself on his strap because real butches know how to
my stomach is flipping just thinking about going through trinity's closet and drawers while she's at work and dumping all her old clothes and replacing them with more masculine ones @__@ no more of that 'boxer shorts for women' bullshit. she's getting real briefs. jockstraps. packing underwear for those packers you have on the way. none of those spaghetti strap tops. real butches wear wife pleasers. muscle tanks for when you give her a workout routine to stick to. thinking of replacing her bras with trans tape 🤤🤤 or fuck. trying to get her muscular enough so she can get top surgery 👀👀
something about calling him santos because trinity's too feminine.
making him wear packers around everywhere, constantly groping his bulge and teasing him for not knowing how to tuck it in properly. sticking your hand down his pants and adjusting it so it gets rid of that 'boner,' jerking him off while whispering about what a handsome butch he's turning into.
slowly watching him blossom into this butch. getting off on molding him into the perfect butch and showing him everything there is to being butch.
forcible T injections 👀 making trinity fuck you with a strap after an injection because you know he's needy and pent up. instructing him on how to fuck you better, having to roll him onto his back and take over because he's just so messy.
slamming your hips down on his strap and showing him how a real butch rides, making him cry because he feels so good. cooing at your butch in the making, telling him that he'll learn how to fuck like a real butch soon. you'll make sure of it.
MDNI 18+ trinity making you keep quiet x fem!reader. strap in v, strap referred to as cock. mean!trinity. brief degradation (slut mentioned). barely proofread.
thinking about trinity who forces you to stay quiet while you're sitting on her lap, her strap buried deep inside your cunt. unfortunately, your time was interrupted when the two of you hear the sound of keys jingling. dennis had returned to the apartment earlier than expected.
trinity's hand is firmly clasped over your mouth, whispering into your ear, while her other hand is touching you. two fingers slowly rubbing your clit.
which is totally not fair that she's making you keep quiet while continuing to fuck with you.
"you don't want him to hear how much of a slut you were for my cock eariler, do you?" she grins against your ear, biting back a laugh when she feels your breath hitched against her palm when she gives a slow roll of her hips, thrusting into you.
you squirm against her, nails digging into her arm when dennis decides to knock. heart dropping to your ass when he starts talking.
"hey uh, trinity? you in there?" he asks behind the locked door.
"yeah, what's up?"
acting casual like her strap wasn't stretching you out.
"passed by a pizza place coming here, looks pretty good. want some?"
"sure, sounds good." trinity says, fingers not stopping their tortuous motions as you try not to whine and blow your cover. thankfully, you hear dennis' footsteps grow faint, already walking out the door.
you let out a huge sigh of relief the moment trinity's hand falls—but now both of her hands grip onto your hips, lifting you off her lap.
you gasp at the sudden action and emptiness, stumbling until trinity manhandles you, pushing you down onto the bed.
you're now laying flat on your back, and she's hovering over you. trinity grins at your surprised face, kneeling between your legs as she pushes your thighs apart so she can have more access. guiding her strap to slide back inside you.
"guess i should reward you for keeping quiet, huh?"
"but what about—" "he'll take long. besides, we're not done."
she loves to watch them expand as you sit down. loves to watch them move as you walk. loves to feel the soft skin beneath her fingers when she places her hand on your lap. loves to see them covered in little marks from her grip and her teeth and her sucking as she has you hovering over her, a little frustrated noise escaping her as she hooks her fingers into the plush flesh, tugging until your weight is finally on her face. she makes a satisfied little noise as she immediately flattens her tongue over your clit, her fingers still gripping at your thighs.
☆ summary: you've been working as a nurse in the pitt for a little while now. trinity can't help but admire both you and the way you take care of your patients.
☆ warnings: coworkers to lovers, trinity is down bad, brief description of an arm injury, reader is a nurse who is friends with everyone in the e.r., likely some medical inaccuracies (i'm an art/psych major i know nothing😭)
☆ author's note: sorry if reader comes off as a bit more like a social worker than a nurse, i'm currently studying to become a social worker so that tends to influence my characters. i hope you still like it!
☆ title from: i've got a crush on you by ella fitzgerald
☆ word count: 1830
☆ shoutout to anon for the request <3
☆ enjoy!!!
to say your job wasn't easy would be an understatement. the fast pace, intensity of emotions, and seemingly endless knowledge you needed to have in order to succeed constantly challenged you. but you also couldn't think of a more rewarding job.
the look on a child's face when you tell them they're going to be okay, there's nothing like that.
you enjoyed being challenged at work, you enjoyed learning new things and meeting new people everyday. you loved your patients, but even more than that, you loved your coworkers.
dana had become more than a mentor since you started working at the pitt, she was honestly one of your best friends. robby had quickly taken a liking to you, appreciating how you could handle even the most hostile patients easily, simply by showing them a little tenderness.
the moment trinity saw you, she thought you were way too cute to be working in the pitt. you had this soft smile and a hopeful glint in your eye that made her scoff. you clearly weren't cut out to be here.you quickly proved her wrong.
you had a special way of connecting with patients that trinity couldn't help but admire. kiara and the other social workers often joked that you were trying to steal their jobs.
usually trinity found overly sappy or emotional healthcare workers to be insufferable, but you always treated patients with a deep respect and care most doctors and nurses could only aspire to.
trinity watched in awe as you made difficult and angry patients laugh, you encouraged older patients to open up to you about their lives and you always became friends with kids in the e.r.
javadi asked you for advice on how to connect with patients and whitaker usually just called you for help when he faced difficult people. trinity, however, usually just watched you in awe, making victoria and dennis laugh at her open admiration of you.
trinity of course denied her crush on you when anyone brought her up, but the way she stared at you when you bonded with patients and her obvious preference for you over the other nurses made it clear to everyone else, including you.
you had even overheard robby and dana betting on whether or not trinity would finally get the courage to ask you pit or if she'd just continue to suffer in silence.
the day finally came when trinity decided she couldn't just stare at you longingly from across the emergency room anymore, she needed to get her shit together. especially because javadi and whitaker were enjoying her little crush on you way too much.
it was barely 7:05 when a loud wailing was heard in the e.r. everyone went to cover their eyes, but not you.
you rushed over to the patient as the emt's rolled him in and quickly realized it was just a little boy, who had a very bloody arm injury and a scratched up face. naturally, he was crying so loud the whole hospital could probably hear it.
“dr. santos, you take the lead on this one i'll come check on you in a minute,” robby told trinity, rushing into an emergency heart surgery next door.
“what happened?” you asked as you helped wheel him into his own room, voice remaining steady though the situation was very distressing. trinity quickly made her way into the room after you, javadi and whitaker not far behind her.
“he fell through a first floor broken window and cut his arm on the glass. some small shards of glass are still in his arm. he hasn't stopped crying so we haven't been able to get a name, unclear where the parents are. apparently he called 911 himself,” the emt told you, as the boy continued wailing and waving his arms around.
“someone get him to stop moving, i can't fucking work like this,” trinity said in frustration, as you and the other nurses tried to put an iv in the little boys arm.
“don't curse dr. santos, our patient is a child,” you said sternly, knowing she'd listen because you usually liked to call everyone by their first names.
“everyone stop touching him!” you firmly said, as the boy continued twitching and crying, clearly overwhelmed by the situation.
you reached out and softly grabbed the boys hand on his uninjured arm, looking into his eyes as he finally stopped crying and moving around. he looked into your eyes with an expression of fear and panic, but underneath it you saw a little happiness as he stared down at your interlocked hands, beginning to calm down.
the other doctors and nurses smiled to themselves, admiring the ease with which you comfort and stabilize patients, making it easier for everyone else to do their jobs.
“what's your name honey?” you asked him, as you gestured towards javadi to prep the iv and pointed at his bloody arm, signaling to trinity to begin removing the remaining glass.
“jackson,” he replied, voice very shaky.
“hi jackson, can you tell me what happened to you?” you said gently, as javadi cleaning his inner arm with alcohol and trinity grabbed forceps to remove the shards of glass from his wound.
“i was playing around at home and saw a butterfly outside the window, i reached out hoping it would land on my finger. but then i fell,” he said shyly, beginning to tear up again towards the end.
“i'm sorry that happened to you baby. who lives with you at home?” you asked, trying to remain calm even as you felt him gripping your hand extra tight as they cleaned his wound.
“i live in a group home. i have lots of friends there but they were all still sleeping when i woke up. someone broke our windows with a brick the other day. i knew it was dangerous but i went near it anyway. i'm really sorry,” he replied, looking down as tears began to fill his eyes again, he was obviously feeling guilty.
whitaker began to get to work stitching up his arm with trinity supervising, as you continued to try and keep jackson distracted.
“don't be sorry jackson, you we're very brave for calling 911 on your own. we're gonna take real good care of you baby, i promise,” you reassured him, proud of how well he was doing in such an intense situation.
he gave you a shy nod and you squeezed his hand, making his smile widen. then robby entered the room giving you a proud nod as he saw you comforting jackson in the way only you could.
“how's it going, dr. santos?” robby asked, though it was clear you and her had everything under control.
“all good, dr. robby. we just finished stitching him up, should be able to send him up to pedes pretty soon,” trinity smiled, proud of handling this case all on her own.
“excellent work guys,” robby said before leaning down to meet jackson at eye level and asking him, “and who might you be?”
“i'm jackson,” he said, letting go of your hand and reaching out to shake robby’s, making everyone in the room smile.
“pleasure to meet you jackson, has this lady been taking good care of you?” robby said, gesturing at you.
“yes sir,” jackson replied, nodding rapidly.
“perfect. alright guys, send him up to pedes,” robby said, giving you a thumbs up and waving at jackson as he exited the room.
“i can take him upstairs,” javadi said to you and trinity.
“thanks victoria,” you replied, “you guys go, I'll clean up here.”
you moved to start tidying up the room for the next patient and began to say goodbye to jackson but he quickly grabbed your hand again.
“can you come up with me?” jackson asked, voice shaking like he expected the answer to be no.
“of course i can honey,” you smiled back, as you and javadi prepared to wheel him to the elevator.
before you walked out trinity asked you, “could you come find me in the lounge after? i need to ask you something.”
“of course,” you smiled back, having a few suspicions about what she'd finally like to say to you.
you kept her waiting a little longer as you made sure a guardian from jackson's group home would be coming to pick him up and you sternly told him about wound care, making him promise to be careful from now on.
after you said goodbye to him, hugging his one good arm and giving a final squeeze to his hand, you headed back down to find trinity in the staff lounge.
trinity was sitting nervously on the couch, picking at her nails, though she quickly stood up when you walked in.
“hi,” trinity said a little too loudly, “i need to tell you something and i'm just gonna say it before i chicken out or fuck this up somehow.”
“i like you. i think you're really smart, and pretty, obviously. and you're like, kind. like actually kind, right everyone. even the biggest assholes you're still kind to them i don't understand how you do it. but anyway, i was wondering if maybe you wanted to get a drink after work?” trinity blurted out, looking down at her feet as she waited for you to answer.
“of course, I'd love to get a drink with you after work,” you replied with a calm smile.
“oh,” trinity said with her eyebrow raised, “really? you're not just saying that to be nice.”
“you're super cool trinity, i'd totally liked to get to know you better. i really need to get back to work though,” you reassured her, taking a step closer.
“yeah we should probably get back out there, but um, i'll meet you here when our shift ends?”
“sounds perfect,” you replied grinning, turning your head back outside but trinity grabbed your hand before you could leave.
“sorry, one more thing. how did you know what to do with that little boy? how do you know what to do with everyone?” trinity said, asking the same question you got all the time since you started working in the pitt.
“honestly, i didn't know for sure. but i always tell myself to look my patients in the eye and ask myself what I would need if I were them. and the answer is almost always the same thing: tenderness,” you replied earnestly.
“huh” trinity said, “i've never been great with that.”
“i'm sure we can work on that,” you replied with a wink before pressing a tender kiss to her cheek and squeezing her hand as you turned and left the room (bumping directly into victoria and dennis who may or may not have been eavesdropping).
trinity reached her hand up to her cheek and let out a childlike giggle, in awe of your softness, already desperate for her shift to end so she could feel your touch again.
this and sugar supporters trinity and baran announcing your situationship
yummy questionable situationship with pre-established trinity/baran power couple and you are like baby bird in a giant's hand.
having had a sugar situationship on the down low for a long time, but now you've finally gotten your dream job.
having been newly elevated to a high paying and prestigious position in your field : you take on more public standing, responsibility, and office location.
you don't part on bad terms, them automatically and intrinsically respecting your chosen path, though obviously sad to see you step out of your usual gorgeous shared flow.
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trinity taking you to perfume stores and sampling luxury stuff on you.
getting you the deep earthy colognes you like and ten fold of tiny free sample bottles cause she's still just a girl at heart, one who loves going to the mall with her girlfriends.
baran is more of a coffeeshop and bookstore type. y’all will join her that's just where she's spending two hours plus however long you and trinity will entertain it.
send help extreme style to whoever may mess with baran's long haul. if left in peace she will literally leave with however many books she can carry (you and trinity each trade her one of your lighter bags immediately) but if she gets harangued for lingering long seemingly without buying anything then trinity gets a sixth sense and appears like a Harbinger of Retribution behind the middle manager...
might buy the place just to fire them depending on how rude they are.
doe eyed baran, mouth agape but only to the extent her bunny teeth are exposed... you gently ushering her away to show off your shiny goods, a hand on the hollow of her back, while trinity stands like a wall to Finish Them.
baran entertains some higher end stores, but only if the lighting is appropriate, music low, and has seats splattered about.
if baran does drift around, she likes to touch the soft fabrics. sometimes she’ll be sitting in the middle of the store with you and trinity bringing her hangers of fabric to sample.
once a pile has been agreed upon you all go to do a fashion show of potential buys, though the fun of shopping together feels richer than anything material they may or may not make away with.
them taking you clothes shopping and cornering you in dressing rooms when your top is off, bonus points in you're only in your panties/boxers.
like they have enough notoriety, controlling interest in their respective companies, and hand selected teams to keep things running smoothly regardless of the literally unlimited amount of time off they both have at their whim. and if that whim is staying where you're at for work for the week and whisking you away for international travel every time of you have a couple days off in sequence...
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you're very much mutually enamoured with each other. unfortunately, they won't bring it up in conversation for fear they’d be putting you in an inequitable power dynamic and you won't bring it up being convinced you've deluded yourself into believing this sugar arrangement translated to real feelings of wanting to intertwine lives with each other romantically.
and you're like i so rock with you ladies so hard, yet i have to pursue these opportunities for my baby self and oppressed ancestors and they're like, just so supportive...
but telepathically agreed, they have to lay their claim on you for the world to see. you’re about to get all this international attention and everyone needs to know they loved you first, and before the fame.
to you they're like we absolutely support you seeking career development.
on go your lives as you prepare for a brighter future and they as they roll out the museum wing of (some) their collected art.
at the grand opening they announce their third life partner... you. and there's a lovely professional portrait of you followed by a vacation candid picture filled with love of you, trinity, and baran.
you're just sitting in the airport getting ready to upheave your whole life. your head phones are on but eyes casually trained on the tv in your terminal.
you did not get a heads up about this.
in no way does it negatively impact your work plans/prospects, if anything there's respect and a little fear that you bagged such baddies.
those folks don't have to know twas more they threw you in their luxury knapsack and decided you would be their doll.
you're so flummoxed and flabbergasted cause like, why are these hot rich ladies liking you in the first place let alone getting kinda yan about it. anyways...
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maaay, may! develop this sometime in the future, little snippets and scenes. but for now have this ^ . original photo inspo
butch werewolf trinity with femme vampire reader😳😳😳😳 STAY WITH ME NOW
werewolf trinity who gets a little ahead of herself when you return after a feast, all bloody and worked up from the high of the chase. eyes intense and bright, fangs popped all the way out, tongue running over your teeth to get more of your victims blood. being a chivalrous femme and bringing some leftovers for your butch, giving her their heart as a romantic gesture <3 or maybe trin will just clean your leftovers off your face and inside your mouth with that tongue of hers. forcing your jaw open so she can shove her tongue deep in your mouth, growling and grunting at the taste of blood, maybe a bit of flesh between your teeth that she sucks out... trinity wolfing out while licking the blood off your chin, this huge werewolf growing on your lap, paws holding your shoulders down against the bed.
being as rough as you want because you both heal pretty quickly :3 play fights but it's genuinely just you and her going at it in a forest, tackling each other to the ground, biting down hard on each other's skin.
butch!trinity who offers up her own blood to her very hungry femme <3 she doesn't need to go out and hunt when her werewolf is right here! just stay inside, sit on her lap, and munch away on her neck and wherever else :3 personally, trinity loves when you feed from her thighs...i think she'd kind of love it more if her boxers were on and you just slipped 'em up a bit to nibble close to where she needs you the most.
hunting together :3 holding hands while picking out victims, stalking them together, both of you being sooo annoying when popping out of the shadows, making some joke right before you tear this guy's head off. trinity always giving you the first bite, waiting for you to dig in before she even touches it.
femme vampire who goes crazy and tears off a bunch of vampire heads because they threatened trinity. sensing trinity in danger, showing up to see her fighting off a swarm of vampires. she's badly hurt, and all you see is red (literally) as you watch her try to fend the vampires off. one second they're all alive, and the next all their heads are ripped off their bodies. thinking of trinity slowly transforming back into her human form, struggling and grunting and writhing because she's in pain. trinity, coughing up blood, smiles at you when you run up to her and cup her cheek. "they're gonna have one hell of a headache, huh?"
femme vampire who can transform into a bat !! annoying trinity with it until she's swatting you away and snarling at you 😭 always scaring her, making her wolf out on accident when you randomly appear in the bedroom.
femme who wears a vial of trinity's blood around her neck <3
how do we feel about butch knight r and femme princess trope..? i cant remember if you’ve ever written anything like that (alternatively dragon shapeshifter r and femme princess) i’m sooo imagining this with femme princess vic OR butch4butch dragon shapeshifter r and knight trinity who was sent to defeat r but catches them in the act of something…👀
I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS
i fucking love butch knight/femme princess tropes!!!!!!!!!! i havent written anything recently but i Think about it sometimes. i saw a pic of isa where she looked Exactly like a princess and i kept thinking about princess!trinity x butch!knight....
spoiled princess vic x knight butch 😝 vic acting like a brat on purpose, begging you to say the wrong thing so she can threaten to tell her dad on you. but it makes her tummy feel all funny inside when you glare at her and tell her to behave. she might be the princess, and you might have to treat her with respect, but she doesn't have to run that bratty mouth of hers constantly. "i mean no offence, my princess."
dragon shapeshifter!R who's also vic's knight....rumors of a scary beast flying around near the castle, sightings of this dragon that have the village on edge. and of course this means victoria must be protected at all costs. her father and mother can't take any promises. her father appoints you as victoria's personal knight, always to be near her and to escort her everywhere. no exceptions. something about reader accidentally shapeshifting into dragon form while on a picnic with victoria and her finding out that you're the big, bad dragon the whole village is afraid of. victoria who keeps your secret, who defends you when her father gets on your ass for disappearing at random (it's hard to control your dragon urges. or smth..). victoria, who hears this huge commotion outside, looks out her bedroom window and sees a dragon being torn to shreds by knights and soldiers. swords being slashed against your scaly skin, bows sinking into your wings, making a horrible wailing sound that makes victoria's heart shatter. dragon shapeshifter!R who manages to get away, who isn't seen by victoria or anyone else for days. she worries about you all day and night, can't sleep without knowing if you're even alive. dragon!R sneaking back into the castle, badly beaten and bruised, to see victoria again. feeling relieved when you don't see a knight waiting outside her door. she must've made some excuse for you then. gently opening her door, sitting down on her bed and tentatively stroking her cheek. vic waking up and nearly screaming out before she realizes it's you, immediately leaping into your arms and pulling you into a hug. smth smth first kiss and nothing bad happens ☺️
butch4butch dragon shapeshifter!R x knight!trinity where she genuinely forgets that she's here to kill you when she walks in on you undressing. maybe it's after a workout, so you're all sweaty and out of breath. turning around and knowing why this handsome knight is here, teasing her for that stupid look on her face.
"are you here to kill me, or drool over me?"
mmffhg mocking knight!trinity and saying smth like, "you know, you're the third person who's tried to kill me this week. also the third to fail," to rile her up. because, i mean, what kind of knight is she? just standing there, ogling your body, sword limp by her side. she's not even trying. trinity, who hates being mocked, suddenly raises her sword and runs up to you, holding the blade right against your neck.
smth smth the sight of a knight on her knees, sucking your strap, makes your entire day. she grunts and huffs whenever you remind her that she was here to kill you and now she's in your bed, getting fucked face down. dragon!R wrapping their wings around trinity while fucking her nice and hard, teasing her and asking what excuse she's gonna make as to why you weren't killed.
sry this was a lot but i'd love to hear ur thoughts anon!!!
