Vampire! Trinity Santos becoming interested in mortal! reader after seeing them in a bar
Cw: gn! reader, vampire au, mentions of drinking at a bar + drink spiking, the term "pretty" is used to describe the reader in a gender neutral manner, swearing, light descriptions of murder + gore (and torture lowkey)
A/n: vamp trin just feels so right to me yknow
When Trinity first saw you, it was at some sleazy bar in downtown Pittsburgh. She was cruising the scene, but not for sex--rather, for a meal. Instead, she found you.
The first thing that caught her attention was your laugh, the sound drifting through the air from one of the back corners where you sat with your friends. You were grinning like a moron, obviously already a little drunk, giggling at whatever stupid thing was being talked about at the table.
Her eyes locked onto your form, pupils dilating as she inhaled. Even from across the crowded room, she could smell the sweetness of your blood. Just enough to satisfy a craving without rotting someone's teeth.
She watched as you got up, stumbling around before heading over to the bar's counter where she was. You were even more tantalizing up close, the scent of sweat mixing with your body wash and creating a smell that was right on the edge of being unbearable.
Unfortunately for you, she wasn't the only one to notice just how dazzling you were. Some creep at the other end of the bar ogled and leered as you ordered a few more drinks for you and your friends, slinking over like a predator that was practically foaming at the mouth with hunger.
Her eyes narrowed when he waited until you were distracted again to drop something into your drink, which quickly dissolved after sinking to the bottom. You were far too drunk to notice the now-cloudy look it had to it, making you the perfect prey.
But not for long, she decided, reaching a hand over and smacking the bartop hard enough for the drink to tip over and spill… right in the guy's lap. "Oh, God, I'm so sorry," she gave the apology with a condescending undertone, flippantly tossing a pile of napkins in the guy's direction without a care in the world. "Silly me, I thought I saw a fly."
The guy glared with a stony expression, one that didn't faze her in the slightest. She'd dealt with men far, far worse, including the one who'd turned her in the first place. If a mortal like him thought he was going to get her to back down, he had another thing coming.
"I can order you another one, if you'd like," she offered, finally addressing you directly. "But it might be best if you just decided to call it a night instead. Or at the very least, cut yourself off."
You nodded in agreement at her words, having been mostly unfazed by the spilled drink besides a small pout on your lips (it made you look cute). Trinity doubted that you'd even noticed the guy in the first place.
"I can--hic--give you my number, if you want," you slurred while searching the bar's counter, grabbing a crumpled napkin and stray pen so you could jot down the digits. "You can--hic--call me, or text me, or something, since--hic--since you owe me a drink."
The sight of you batting your eyelashes while watching her with eyes glazed over from alcohol as you shoved the napkin into her hand was enough to make her undead heart skip a nonexistent beat. "Sure thing. I'll do that," she muttered in replied, which caused you to grin from ear to ear before grabbing your friends' drinks and carefully returning to the booth they'd taken up in the corner.
You were far too pretty for your own good.
She looked down at the napkin that'd been given to her, smoothing it out against her palm as she took in your messy handwriting. You'd written your name beneath it, a small heart scribbled at the end.
The corners of her lips quirked up ever-so-slightly, allowing a rare and genuine smile to grace her lips before folding the napkin delicately and placing it in her pocket where it wouldn't be lost. She'd be sure to contact you the next day once your hangover wore off, but for now she had to take care of something.
Something that involved a certain stranger being found in his home later that week, the blood drained from his body and the word "CREEP" carved into his torso. That bastard had chosen the wrong night and the wrong person to fuck with, though she'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy the sound of his screams.
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The worn, almost uncomfortably rough fabric of Trinity's armchair protested under the bruising grip of your fingers. If you had only taken a moment to still yourself, you may have noticed the way that the backrest groaned when your nails dug deep into the fibers. You may have even noticed the burning ache in your knuckles that begged to unclench from the dusty blue cloth. All that you could focus on, however, were the deep, husky groans vibrating against your throat as Trinity fed.
"T-trin. Please." Your breath was unsteady. The weak gasps were broken by little whimpers harmonizing with Trinity’s satisfied groans.
It felt impossible to maintain a constant rhythm as you bounced up and down the length of Trinity’s strap, the muscles of your thighs and cunt starting to throb as they stretched around her thick cock. The sting only worsened once Trinity decided that you weren’t stretched out wide enough, groping the flesh of your ass in an attempt to make your hole gape even further.
This was the only assistance she would be giving you as you took in her girth. No matter how much you whined and begged, Trinity refused to buck her hips, her concentration remaining solely at the raw flesh of your neck.
"I know, baby. Soon. You just taste so...so good."
Trinity's lips brushed against your neck as she spoke, words beginning to slur. She was too overcome with the sharp hunger that clawed within her stomach to pull away from the blood dripping down your throat. Her tongue darted out to paint the mess across the gory canvas of your skin.
You did everything you could to sustain your weak, stuttering, rhythm, only pausing when Trinity briefly unsuctioned her greedy mouth from your neck. The relief that you felt only lasted a moment before she swiftly dug her sharp incisors deep into a new vein.
As Trinity’s fangs sank into your throat, her hips finally jolted upward, pushing the full length of her cock into your core. The pain was almost unbearable, your nerves flooded with the feeling of Trinity's cock grinding against your walls and hot blood trickling down your throat. It was too much. Your head began to spin.
"Baby...I'm starting to-" You groaned breathlessly as Trinity alternated each rock of her hips with a flick of her tongue. The constant stimulation overwhelmed you, only worsening the splotches of bright white blooming in your eyes.
"I know it hurts, sweetheart. I'm almost done. You're doing such a good job."
Once again, her voice was muffled against your clammy skin. She relished in the way you squirmed and gasped on top of her.
Trinity knew that she owned every part of you. From your sensitive, puffy clit to the coppery blood that filled her stomach, you were hers, and you were completely in her control. She loved how pathetic you sounded when you moaned her name, and she especially couldn’t help but find it sweet how fidgety you were when her cock was buried deep inside of you.
Until the fidgeting suddenly stopped.
The weight of your body was now heavy against Trinity’s chest as you slumped forward, constant whimpers and cries now dulled to shallow breaths that brushed against Trinity's bare skin.
Fuck.
Trinity’s heart rate quickened at the realization that she had gone too far. She had taken too much, pushed you too hard. Though the motion was familiar, tears began to sting the corners of her eyes as the doctor’s pale knuckles dug harshly into your sternum. Finally, after the tears had already begun to run down Trinity’s flushed cheeks, you elicited a low, annoyed groan.
"Baby? Baby, wake up." Trinity's voice was a mix of concern and frustration. She was enraged with her own carelessness, fingers digging harder into your chest bone. It didn't matter how hungry she was, she promised she would keep you safe. No matter what. No matter who. Even if that meant protecting you from herself.
Finally, your groggy, glazed-over eyes fluttered open to meet those of your lover's. The red hue of blood lust had died down to just the edges of her irises, leaving emerald green to shine vibrantly behind the tears.
"Fuck. You scared me." Trinity’s breath evened as she moved to shift your body to cradle you in her arms. Had you been any more lucid, you would have teased her for the slightly awkward position, noting how her cock was uncomfortably sandwiched between you and her lap. In your stupor, however, the only thing you could focus on was how beautiful Trinity looked with lips and teeth stained the deep crimson of your blood.
“I…I went too far. I’m sorry. I was so hungry, and.. I couldn’t stop, I-”
"Hey. Hey, it’s okay. I’m okay.” You moved a weak hand to Trinity’s cheek, thumb wiping at the hot tears that now fell even faster.
Beneath the anger and fear in those wide green eyes, there was something intense fighting its way to the surface.
Love.
The blood that moved through your veins flowed into her, knotting an intricate web of intimacy you both refused to define. You wanted nothing more than to satiate her, and in return, all she wanted was to protect you from the world.
“It's okay. You did such a good job, Trinity." You whispered. Her head leaned into your touch, searching for the warmth of your palm.
Trinity’s arms tightened around you, holding you with such care that you felt the world beyond her embrace melt into soft, quiet hues.
“I won't ever get carried away like that again." Trinity’s voice was barely audible against your ear.
You shifted back in her lap only to return her sentiment with a cocky smile.
“Actually, I wouldn't mind it.” You giggled. “But I think things are going to be really awkward at work if you have to bring me in for blood loss.”
Trinity rolled her eyes and grabbed onto you tightly as she stood. Your head naturally fell into the crook of her shoulder, breathing in the soothing scent of her cologne.
Trinity carried you to the bed that lay only several feet away, uncurling her strong arms to gently lower you onto the plush mattress. You couldn’t help but feel abandoned when the doctor turned to leave, long strides allowing her to exit the room before your quiet whines could even reach her ears.
“Trin! You can’t just leave me here, I’m going to-” You began to yell before noticing Trinity already leaning against the doorframe, arms cradling a bottle of water, a juice box, a box of Oreos, a damp washcloth, and a first aid kit.
“You were saying?” Trinity sat at the edge of the bed, already pressing the warm cloth against your wounds and wiping the remnants of your blood. Her hands were quick and skilled, painlessly cleaning and bandaging your injuries while her lips gently grazed your forehead and cheeks. Despite having used the cloth to wipe herself clean as well, Trinity’s lips remained tinged pink.
“Eat. I don't want you passing out again.” Trinity lifted a cookie to your lips, hand remaining perfectly still until she was sure that you would take a bite.
A/N: This accidentally became super fluffy, I just can’t help being romantic about Trinity. I have so many vampire HCs (including Trinity having super strength that allows her to easily lift anyone) that I may post later. Also, fun fact, I almost didn’t write the Oreo scene!
For the remainder of the night, you allowed Trinity to fuss over you, her busy hands finding any excuse to run over your sore body and ease the pain. All the while, you couldn’t help but feel guilty as you wondered how long you would have to wait until it was safe to do this all over again.
Vampires Dennis and Trinity getting busted by Jack on their first day at the pitt.
He'd bought a second hand record decades ago for a partner at the time and a few polaroids had fallen out of the sleeve with "D&T, the rose and thorn, 7/4/79" inked on the bottom.
A young pair, a man and a woman. He'd assumed, from the way they're draped over each other, that they're a couple on a night out. Wine glasses lolling, a lively moment captured into stillness, as they have what seems to have been a very animated conversation.
Every time he sees the pictures he wonders who they are and what happened over their lives. To have been seemingly in their mid 20s in 79 they'd be in their early 70s now, if they'd made it this far. Did they stay together? Lose touch and never think of each other again? Would they still remember that night?
As the years had passed and the photo couple -he'd settled on Dean and Terri for their names- had become the longest constant in his life, he'd moved the pictures to the fridge door. Chatting merrily to them on good days and resentfully glaring, barely able to stand their perfectly preserved joy, on his worst days.
Visitors have asked about the photos, because of course they have, and Jack has variously claimed them as friends and/or family before moving the conversation on to avoid the questions about the VERY dated hair and clothing styles putting the pictures as having been taken when Jack was a child. Older cousins was the story for a while. The one time Robby and Dana came over for what ended up being a catastrophic dinner, doomed not to be reattempted, he'd passed them off as having been med school mates on a themed night out.
As he's walking in to help the day shift with the pittfest casualties, Robby pulls him into a hug and as he surveys the ED floor over his friend's shoulder he just. freezes.
It's them.
They're here.
That's impossible.
And over the next few minutes he's almost convinced himself he's wrong and it's their relatives or maybe he's just spotted the bizarrest set of doppelgangers when the pair are talking to each other and life imitates art.
It's an IO drill and a blood bag rather than wine glasses but they're looking at each other the same way, their hands gesturing in the exact same pose, and Jack nearly cries.
the vampire trinity fic... OHHH MY GOOODDDDDDQGGHH i love monsters and that like scratched my itch i would donate coin to you for a series or something
I have so many HCs for this AU in my head! I actually planned on making it a series but, for some reason, I didn't get a lot of interaction compared to my other posts. I might say fuck it and write about it anyway because vampire fluff sounds really good to me rn...
