#gta fanfiction

[moonlightkitties]

Hello! Since I see that your requests are open, I was wondering if we could get some needy and jealous Trevor headcanons? Make them as fluffy or angsty as you want them, please.

Pairing: Trevor Philips x reader

Warnings: Drugs, alcohol, mommy issues, NSFW (kinda but not really), abandonment issues.

A/N: My first answered GTA request!!! I love Trevor so much he was literally the only reason why I played in the first place.

Needy Trevor

He is VERY needy

It doesn't matter if you're his s/o or best friend he is NEEDY

If you're his s/o then his hands will be touching you every second of the day, it doesn't matter where or who he is with

Physical touch is one of his love languages so if you refuse his touch he will get very upset

Doing dishes? Hands on or around your waist.

Cooking? Same thing, he NEEDS to touch you.

Relaxing in his grimy bed? Groping your chest.

If y'all are in public at the store or even on a walk, you WILL be holding hands.

He loves you and wants to protect you.

After Michael's "death" he swore he wasn't going to get attached to another person but nooo you came along and had to ruin it.

If you're really busy and need to get house chores done or need to go shopping he WILL whine and grumble the entire time your gone.

If you join him, Michael and Franklin on a heist, you will be with him the ENTIRE TIME.

He was not going to go through the grieving process again.

Also, Trevor doesn't care WHO is watching, he will start groping your chest, ass, ANYTHING.

PDA is a big thing with him.

Kissing, holding hands, he'll even have sex with you in public he don't care.

He's got mommy issues and if you need to go to work or even the bathroom he will call you "mommy" and force you to stay with him.

Jealous Trevor

If he is jealous he will make it KNOWN

If you're talking to another guy, whether he's a cashier, waiter, or even just some random guy Trevor will go up to you, threaten the dude and pull you into a rough, sloppy, wet kiss.

Jealous, angry sex is a real thing when it comes to Trevor.

He gets jealous very easily and will get super petty too.

Oh, you're talking to another guy? Well I guess you don't want to talk to me anymore.

Very bratty.

If he sees Michael or Franklin getting closer to you he will tell them off and pound you in another room until you can't walk.

He doesn't mean to sound jealous he just loves you and doesn't want to loose you.

His abandonment issues are high when you're with someone else.

Wade is like a little brother to you but Trevor DOES NOT like it when you talk to him.

Ron, he doesn't really care about cause he's...well Ron.

Chef he doesn't mind either because he's barley around in the first place.

When he gets high or drunk he'll cry into your chest and ask is he's good enough for you :(

He's very self conscious when he's in that state and all his negative thoughts just explode.

You just cuddle and comfort him because that's really all you can do before he's passed out in your arms.

[gtafest]

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[marchsfreakshow]

Suggestive/18+

Trevor Phillips who's secretly in love with how obsessed you are. He heard that camera and saw the flash out of the corner of his eye. But payed no mind to it. Ron saw you early in the morning, hiding behind Trevor's trailer, waiting a moment to grab something of Trevor's. But this time, the scruffy yet yet handsome man caught you. "You. You're the fuckin bird aren't cha?" You gulp and ask what he means before he rambles about how many photos he's seen you take of him.

But before you can say anything else, he's dragging you into the trailer and yanking the camera out of your hand. Your body landing on the damaged sofa hard. A soft 'ow' escaping your lips. Trevor's hands work quickly, turning the camera on and scrolling through the long list of photos. His eyes widened at all the photos. A wide variety. Even one or two of him jumping onto a train. "How did you get these ones? Did you know what I was doing?!"

"you were jumping onto a train...it looked good." You mumbled, meekly meeting his eyes. They were deranged, but nothing else. Like you couldn't read anything else about the man that stood taller than you.

"I look good to you then hmm?" He lowly asked, discarding the camera and the photo roll your way. The silence went on for a few seconds. "Your silence is offensive." Trevor walked out but turned back to you before he fully left the trailer.

"stay here. I'll be back for you."

"..alright."

The door slammed behind Trevor, and you were left on the rotting couch. Your eyes took in the sights around you. Everything you ever wanted. Right in front of you. leftovers, a shitty rug, a broken table, the barely functioning TV. It made you warm as you thought of every single that happened in this small home.

Getting up, you stepped into the small bedroom. Double bed, a broken TV and wardrobe. The clothes he wore, right in front of you. Your hands ran over a shirt. Freshly worn. The beige lines were lightly stained by little red marks. Blood? You didn't care.

It ended up in your hand, stuffed into your face as you laid back on his rickety bed. Every single thing had his erotic and musty scent burned into it. It drove you insane as you lifted your leg and your skirt was pulled up by gravity. A hand subconsciously moving to your red and warm clit. Moans were muffled by the maroon and beige t-shirt. Your obsession finally came to light as you were laid in the man's bed, touching yourself to everything about him you loved. Fuck the age gap, you thought. Following him for months, living off quick meals in the stores and taking little things from the outside of the trailer.

Just as the knot in your stomach was about to go, you heard the door open, "what the fuck?!" Fuck. But it was just too late. Glistening cum covered your two fingers and your inner thighs. Trevor stood in the doorway by his room as you shot up and threw his shirt onto the bed. "oh no no sugar tits. You created this. Let's...explore that." Trevor chuckled, taking your come covered hand and pushing you back into the same position you were in earlier.

You were secretly loving this. Trevor pressed ontop of you, undoing his trousers.

Your plan went perfectly.

@danzinmfndaze

[starksinner]

Why Didn't You Stop Me?

Summary: You left and you horribly wish he would’ve forced you to stay.

Pairing: Trevor Philips x AFAB!Reader, Franklin Clinton x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Sexual Content, Possessiveness, Fuckbuddies, Unhealthy Relationship, Average GTA Stuff

November 16th, 2017.

It was easy to regret not catching a ride back to Los Santos with Franklin in his sexy white Bravado Buffalo S. 

Regret is easy, regret you know. Regret can grow and grow it does as you make eye contact with the hillbilly jacking off next to the icebox in front of the Yellow Jack Inn. 

After a couple of days gallivanting around the desert shit-pile that was Sandy Shores, Franklin deemed that your weed-fuelled, fuck-filled adventures had reached a necessary end.

Despite his intriguing offers of more shenanigans and freaky sex once you both got back home, you weren’t all that keen on leaving the town of meth production and Republican rednecks just yet. 

“M’gonna go see him,” you sighed, resting your head back against the stained motel pillow. 

Moments before, as Franklin had fucked you raw into the cheap motel mattress, you were met with the smell of blood and piss and cum as your face was shoved into the shitty cushion.

Despite the abysmal scent, the man was taking you so good and so fuckin’ hard, you couldn’t force yourself to care. 

Now though, as you laid sated in your post-climax glow of sweat and semen, the smell against your cheek served as an unignorable reminder of your still bleeding heart. 

That man, that asshole, that meth-head-Trevor-Philips-piece-of-fucking-shit—goddamnit.

You still hopelessly, stupidly, selfishly loved him. The fucked kind of love.

Always caked in blood, smelling like piss after running off to get high and grinning like an evil bitch as he came all over your chin and tits. The smell of the Derelict Motel—the sheets, the pillow, the musty air—was all just a nauseating reminder of how much you missed him. 

Your therapist was gonna kill you. 

“You know that ain’t a good idea,” Franklin murmured, running his thumb over the plushness of your bottom lip.

Your eyes met his and you couldn’t help but shiver at the way he looked at you, his gaze so soft and so full of adoration. 

He made you feel like you weren't just a burning shitpile of flesh, bones, and substance abuse issues.

Frank is a good friend, a great man, a nice fuck. He was always there to bring you back down to Earth. He was so easy to love and you sure as shit loved him a whole lot. Beautiful fuckin’ man. “He ain’t right in the head about you.”

“We both know he ain’t right the head about nothin’,” you argued, leaning your body over his. Beautiful man.

“And he’s a big boy. He can take it. Whatever I wanna throw at him.” Your legs quickly became tangled, Frank’s hands resting over your hips as you smiled and played with his chest hair. “He can fuck all the people he wants, but I can’t touch or look or fuckin' breathe around anyone but him? He’s a fuckin’ ass.”

“He fell for you, girl. T’s always been crazy an’ possessive, his shit ain’t nothin’ new.” Franklin snuggled your body closer to his, sighing softly as he pressed his face into the warm crevice of your neck. 

He couldn’t control himself, not when he had you like this. You were so hot and so sweet and just so fucking delicious. 

Shit. 

His lips lingered over the sensitive spot at the base of your throat, his tongue reaching out to tease a fading bruise. He did that. He made that. He marked you. 

Fuck.

He groaned as you gave him easier access by raising your chin, letting him worship you like the real fuckin’ princess he always thought you were.

“He was fuckin’ paranoid and possessive in all the worst fuckin’ ways, Frank. I fuckin’ hate him for how he acted when I said I was leavin’ but I still...miss him.” You hummed softly as you felt Franklin’s lips suck right over your pulse point, his teeth just brushing over your delicate skin.

You held down the urge to beg him to bite you.

“Yeah, you miss him, but ain’t nothin’ gonna be solved if you both end up killin’ each other...or fuckin’ each other,” Frank breathed roughly against the shell of your ear as his hand wandered across your stomach and down to your aching clit. 

He immediately preened at your wetness and teased the bundle of nerves with soft, circular motions. You gasped as you felt his cock harden and twitch against your thigh, begging for your pretty fucking attention.

He grinned and quickly shoved a finger into your cunt, making you moan and writhe oh so beautifully against him. “Jus’ come back home with me, baby…”

You could barely solidify your thoughts, whimpering like you were.

His motions were so smooth and perfect and rhythmic. Frank was good at a lot of things, but you considered his talent of fucking you mindless as one of his top three.

You immediately felt your wetness start to leak down your thighs. “If he still isn’t over it...I’ll fuck off, hitch a ride, meet you back at your place…yeah?”

“Yeah, baby,” he gripped your throat just how you like and shoved another finger into you, leaving you mewling and squirming in his grasp. You reached for him, hard and thick in your palm, and squeezed. 

The best girl.

If you were parting ways, Franklin was gonna have you one last time. He understood Trevor’s possessiveness. You were great company, a great fuck, a great woman.

Addicting, hell blazing, heavenly—you were everything. So fuck yeah, he was gonna have you as many times as he possibly could. “Lemme take care of you, babygirl, then you’ll be all good to go.”

The Yellow Jack Inn has never been known for its posh customers or regular demonstrations of human decency, but a man jacking it in front of such a fine all-American establishment is still a sight you couldn’t have properly braced yourself for.

As the ash of your blunt falls to the dirt, your eyes stay transfixed on the man by the icebox as he lets out a disturbing howl and drops to the ground.

His pants are stained, his dick disgusting and soft. He lets out a series of groans as he turns to lie flat on his stomach, his cock scraping against the sand.  

Jesus H. Christ. What a charmer. 

You manage to twist away from the scene in repugnance and perhaps a more sinister part of you in mild delight, settling yourself in the alley next to the bar.

You restlessly attempt to calm yourself against the brick, picking at its shoddy green paint job before you begin rolling another blunt. 

You’re stalling. Like a little bitch. It's embarrassing how much a man can turn you into such a conniving fickle coward. Perhaps not just any man. Your paranoid fuckin’ shitshow of a somewhat ex-lover. 

Embarrassing. Unbecoming. Completely mindfucked. 

You know Trevor’s inside. He’s an enigma, a loud, idiot one at that. Over the noise of clanked bottles and shitty laughter, you can hear him.

Stupid, how much of him you can hear. And see. And smell. And understand. In everything and anywhere and with anyone. He never leaves you even when he’s left you. He never leaves you even when you've left him. He’s a parasite that you’ve coddled, and cared for, and loved and fucked. 

The timber of his voice warms you in a special, fucked up kind of way. It’s familiar and it’s settling and it kills you to know that he’s spent fourteen months ridding you of it. Of him. His clinical insanity has rubbed off on you beautifully. You left and you horribly wish he would’ve forced you to stay. 

God.

Would he kill you? Kiss you? Fuck you? You’re still stalling.

Maybe all three?

Being the oil to a homicidal cannibal’s match, you could never really know what the fuck you were gonna get. You anticipate an explosion, but you’re clueless to its degree. 

You pocket your blunt, walk over the man with his dick in the sand, and open the door to the biggest health hazard in California. 

Chapter 2

a/n: found this oldie from 2021 that i was in the mood to refresh & post! i haven't written in literal years, be nice to me! also, happy ten years to this stupid fucking game. i love u. i feel old (i'm not) and i'm tired (constantly) and i hope you enjoyed (lie to me if you didn't) :3

✧ masterlist ✧ ao3 ✧ send me an ask / let's chat! ✧

[rreskk]

trevor fic recs? i just know you have some GOOD fics tucked away somewhere

Trikey:

When bad people kiss — https://archiveofourown.org/works/2295644/chapters/5048552

Rip me open, baby — https://archiveofourown.org/works/2125371

I fought the law — https://archiveofourown.org/users/nightbloomings/pseuds/nightbloomings

The five finger job — https://archiveofourown.org/works/9536591/chapters/21563963

Heat of the moment — https://archiveofourown.org/works/1036052

/reader:

Booty call — https://archiveofourown.org/works/3876802

Held at gunpoint — https://archiveofourown.org/works/2181312

Post-score celebrations — https://archiveofourown.org/works/1474774

No more talkie — https://archiveofourown.org/works/29969604

The insane and lovely — https://archiveofourown.org/works/42244980

The right place and right time — https://archiveofourown.org/works/38035627

OC works:

West on an Endless trail — https://archiveofourown.org/works/53568019/chapters/135595150

Real love makes your lungs black — https://archiveofourown.org/series/3162789

Troubles always gonna find you — https://archiveofourown.org/works/51294100/chapters/129603646

Cut here — https://archiveofourown.org/works/21990991/chapters/52476292

[nevergonnasimpyoumikey]

“So everything should be fine, right? Happy wife, happy family, and all that,” he said dryly. The silence after the question was tense. He continued firmly, getting to the point. “I thought you’d be happy, Michael. You got everything you dreamed of.”

He stared emptily into the distance. “Maybe I was dreaming of the wrong things.”

Suffocating in Ao3

***

Long time no commission and I missed it so much! Thank you @prim42 for sharing the love for these depressed fucks with me :'D <333

[dark-t1des]

Trevor Fanfic Master List 

The Grapeseed Cleaning Service (11/??)

A routine cleaning job goes wrong when you end up at the trailer of a certain lovable trash panda… Trevor x YOU story! 18+

Home Sweet Home (one shot)

Unforeseen circumstances have forced you to relocate your life in Los Santos to Sandy Shores, and after a heavy night of drinking all those trailers start to look the same… Trevor x YOU story! 18+

White Elephant (one shot)

The unholy trio and you play a festive game of White Elephant, but things get weird when you realise Trevor doesn’t know the rules… Trevor x YOU story! Teen & Up

Paved with Good Intentions (16/16)

Ellie Sullivan returns to San Andreas for one last score, but can she keep her eyes on the prize or will she be distracted by a former flame in the desert… Trevor x OC! 18+

Blood and Snow (9/??)

Los Santos Bounty Hunter, Rory Brown, has flown out to North Yankton on the hunt for a small time local thief, but a chance encounter with a mysterious man in the woods threatens to change the course of her life forever… Trevor x OC! 18+

[strawberrybobamilk]

Cut Here (Part 8)

TWs: Language, alcohol, some kinky content, a little blood

The three men were in their hideout, cackling at their new successful crime. Trevor and Brad were ecstatically checking the inside of the freshly stolen Ponsonbys fuchsia purse, as Michael smiled and lit a cigarette behind them.

"Did you see that bitch's face?" Brad laughed and made a high pitched squeaky "EEEK!!".

Trevor kept grinning and laughing but ignored Brad's mockery of the robbed woman, and kept joining the blonde in their act of digging their hands inside the purse "Alright, let's see... perfume, lipstick, tissues... ah condoms, she was gonna get busy..."

"Here it is Trevor!!" Brad proudly took a snake skin wallet out of the purse, digging his fingers into it "Oooh damn, it feels so fat..."

Trevor rolled his eyes "Of course it is, if she can afford all this fancy schmancy shit"

They both turned to Michael, who had his back against the wall: he was smoking and looking at them both, and didn't seem as interested as them in the purse.

"Everything ok Mikey?" Trevor asked.

Michael put his cigarette between his fingers and cleared his throat "I just think it's time to step up our game" .

Months passed. Michael never explained what he meant by "stepping up their game". Although, it was clear that he was becoming increasingly tired of his life in North Yankton. Which had become even more evident once he met Crystal aka Amanda. Ever since he met her he started to spend less and less time with Trevor and Brad, and more and more time at the strip club instead. Brad seemed indifferent about the situation: he kept chugging beer in his slumped position on the couch and laughing at the idiotic show playing on TV. Trevor on the other hand looked at the spot on the couch near him, the spot Michael would usually sit on, now empty. It has been empty for so many days. He would only come back at night nowadays.

The spot where he promised Michael he would never leave him.

He started to wonder if that promise ever actually meant something to Michael.

He exhaled, stood up and walked towards the door.

"Hey Trevor where you goin'?" Brad half burped.

"To see if that asshole is still among the living" Trevor grunted.

"Ok" Brad simply said keeping his eyes on the TV.

He got to the car and carelessly drove to the strip club. He knew Michael was there. He simply knew. And this time he wasn't gonna leave him there.

To Trevor's surprise however, the strip club was closed. Or, HAS BEEN closed. Shut down. What once was a crowded fancy looking neon lit club, had been reduced to a dismantled building. And it seemed like it has been that way at least for a couple weeks by now.

But... if there was no strip club, then where was Michael?

"...M...?" he quietly said as fear took him over: he walked around the eerily quiet tiny snowy streets surrounding the defunct club, his right hand gripping the gun in his pocket, trying to find anything resembling human life.

At some point, he did find some sort of human life: he started to hear some muffled gasps and grunts.

He quickly ran towards the source of the noise, and saw... Michael... pinning Amanda against the wall, the two sharing a heated loving kiss, grinding his hips against hers, cupping his hands around her breasts (which looked strangely bigger and faker than when Trevor saw her the last time)...

It lasted only a fraction of a second because the two quickly noticed Trevor's presence and yelped, Amanda quickly covered her breasts in embarrassment and Michael recomposed himself with a "T!" while turning around with the sound of a zipper sliding up.

It stung. So much. He didn't even know why.

"T what are you doing here?" Michael awkwardly walked towards Trevor.

"I thought it was pretty obvious" Trevor swallowed, trying his best to ignore the feeling of his eyes burning and the pain in his chest "I thought we were a TEAM. I THOUGHT WE WERE TOGETHER IN THIS" his voice becoming increasingly louder and broken.

Michael looked confused "We are T, I just... need some time alone someti-"

"YOU ALREADY HAD A SHIT TON OF TIME ALONE!! YOU MEAN YOU WANNA SPEND EVERYDAY GETTING YOUR DICK SUCKED BY YOUR PERSONAL HALF STRIPPER HALF SLUT, IS THAT IT?!"

Michael's face darkened "Don't talk about her like that"

Amanda interrupted their bickering with a soft "Michael", putting her hand on Michael's shoulder. The blue eyed man angrily exhaled "I'll see you and Brad later", and with that they walked away.

Trevor let out an earpiercing scream and repeatedly slammed his head against the wall, over and over, until the wall had a splatter of blood, letting the tears now run free.

That night, Michael had finally came back home, finding Brad and Trevor on the couch: Brad was still watching TV and was half asleep, and Trevor was sitting like he was waiting for Michael's return. But most noticeably, he had a bloody wound on his forehead.

"What happened to your forehead Trevor?" Michael gasped.

Brad yawned "Oh you know, Trevor's always getting into bar fights, ain't that ri-"

"SHUT. THE FUCK UP, BRAD" Trevor hissed, causing the blonde man to flinch.

"I-I gotta go" Brad hurried to the bedroom and closed the door.

Trevor smirked and returned his attention to Michael "Anyway, I'm surprised you give a shit, MICHAEL".

"Oh for fuck's sake..." Michael scoffed.

"Yeah, for fuck's sake" Trevor roared "We promised each other to be a team, don't you fucking dare give me that 'time alone' bullshit again if you're gonna leave everyday and return at night just because you gotta prioritize your boners over your PARTNER!" he emphasized the word 'PARTNER'.

Michael sighed and took some minutes to answer "I had to make that fucking strip club shut down"

Trevor paused "What? So you were the one who caused the strip club to shut down? Why?"

"The owner was Amanda's mother. Fucking pimp. Amanda told me everything. So, called the police, got her investigated and arrested. Oh and of course, I wasn't the one making the call. I made HER call and turn herself in. Under some 'persuasion' pointed to her head" Michael explained.

Trevor took a moment to process it all, then he said "So you did this all on your own... leavin' me and Brad on the couch like two bums and without telling us ANYTHING" he growled "You could have called us too or at least FUCKING TELL US SOMETHING!!" he let out an angered roar standing up from the couch and marching to the fridge, hoping that Brad had left some Pißwasser "Nice teamworking skills there Townley!"

"I HAD TO DO IT ALONE!" Michael protested "This was something that concerned only me and Amanda! I need to protect her, I need to be a good father-"

The last word stopped Trevor in his tracks, making him turn around incredulous "...what?!"

Michael swallowed and quietly said "Amanda. She's pregnant".

[czechkris91]

*new story alert*

I will have a one shot dropping on December 21st in memory of my late father. It is set between my two main stories and captures the spirit of Christmas in Liberty city.

I have about half a chapter written for The Price They Paid but it’s not hitting like I want. So hopefully that can be your new years gift. Been suffering from anxiety and depression as I’ve lost my job of 8 years.

[zach-is-an-alien]

*slams this down*

Ok so I decided to write (I only got the one chapter down)

the fic in question

Inspired by

[moonlightkitties]

If I wrote winter/christmas themed x reader fics for everyday in December up until the 25th would y'all read them?

[gtafest]

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[marchsfreakshow]

Sorry 'Bout It~! [Michael De Santa]

fluff / teasing smut // just a drabble

Being Michael's constant affair partner was a situation. Especially when you were friends with his children before-hand.

Take it. Another Michael fic because I have old man Mikey brainrot. He's invaded me with this song.

Now a wedding present for my friend @danzinmfndaze! I love you lotta daze and I hope you enjoy this when you get a chance<3

No one's perspective

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1am.

The most silent yet noisest time of night.

Amanda, somewhere in another man's house, Tracey, 'partying' at a producer's place, Jimmy, deep in his games. Michael?

With you, in his pool out the back of his mansion. In your favourite swim suit. Enjoying the warm water in the moonlight, shining stars brightining your time together. "If only Jimmy wasn't here.." a whisper escaped your lips as you glanced up at the house.

"Useless little shit..." Michael's only response to your words.

"Hey! He's a cool guy sometimes."

"Nuh uh. Shh, this isn't about Jimmy. It's about you sweetheart." His words only served as consent, for his kisses on your neck. They never went further than kisses and caresses when you were in that warmed pool of his. A noise between a chuckle and a moan left you as those kisses became bites, licks and nibbles. Small marks pressed around the skin of your neck.

"Mikey.." the little whimper left your lips, and it served as some fuel for Michael's fire.

"c'mon...it's been so long angel."

Sudden hesitation. It froze you, and as much you were in lust with the older man...there were always worries in the back of your mind. I mean, you were friends with his kids. Close friends with Tracey and the one who would just sit with Jimmy, playing Righteous Slaughter with him. "What? You worried suddenly?" He asked gently against your ear, frowning slightly.

"I...I suppose so. I'm not sure how to describe it."

"describe it best you can to me sweetheart, c'mon.." His hand rested on your thigh, softly stroking it under the warm water. That warm voice of his. It always melted you. No matter what.

It took you a moment to find a response. But you found it, eventually. "Knowing Jimmy is like...right there, and he's my best friend it's...it's breakin my heart Mikey.."

"oh baby.." A vibrating hum left your lips in response to the nickname, escaping his eye contact. His wet fingers reached up to your chin, pulling your face close. Glassy, worried eyes meeting more stronger, confident looks. Michael would be the death of you, and you both knew it. "You are the best person i've ever bought things for. I..I love my family, you know I do...but jesus I think I love you more."

"don't say that Mike.." Awkward chuckle escaping you, smiling gently as he pressed his lips to yours. Such darling kisses, always melting you. Momentarily letting you forget the other three members of the De Santa family.

"it's true.. always will be.."

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Tag: @beetleblunt

[karls2001]

I’m writing a fanfic of Trevor and I 🫢😏

[lotusyiyen]

[nevergonnasimpyoumikey]

Hey, @yank-a-ton! I'm your secret gift giver at @gtavfest and my humble offering is smut inspired by one of my favorite pieces of art from you that always makes me weak!

Bone to Pick With Happiness

(Explicit, violent and kinky smut, mind the tags!)

He laughed, a low chuckle at first, but a louder bark mixed with a grunt of pain and arousal when Trevor’s nails dug into the skin of his neck. “I just thought you didn’t wanna do this anymore, Trev.”

Of course he had known Trevor would want to. He knew the man better than anyone ever would, and the cocky smirk on his face quickly brought Trevor to the same page, as well.