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[poeticpascal]

Crazier Than Him (Trevor Phillips x Reader)

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Summary: You and Trevor are a match made in heaven, as Michael knows all too well.

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: these two are crazy and in love, poor Michael and Franklin, non-graphic descriptions of torture.

A/n: I've been replaying GTA V lately and was reminded of how much I love Trevor... so here ya go!

Trevor Phillips was the craziest fucker Michael had ever met.

Irrational, chaotic, unhinged. Completely incapable of regulating, understanding, his own emotions. Somehow totally deluded yet desperately nihilistic.

And when he was with you? God, somehow it got worse.

You, Trevor’s girlfriend, who waltzed into his life one day like you were always meant to be in it. That’s what he always said; “she’s a part of me, Mikey. More a part of me than I ever thought my own arm legs were.”

You egged each other on. He was mad? Better believe you were already speeding onto the street, guns loaded and knife in your hand. You were upset? Ten guys would be locked up in your basement by the end of the day, gagged and blindfolded, your boyfriend sat beside them with puppy dog eyes waiting for your next command. 

“The hell did these guys do to her?” Michael had asked, the time he heard that story (because yes, it really did happen). 

“What? Nothing. I took them from the street - I just wanted to help her feel better.”

You made each other insane, more so than you already were, because apparently impossible things can happen. Trevor was so much more… Trevor, when it came to you. He was touchy, sensitive, passionate. And he always talked about you.

“Ain’t she gorgeous, Mikey? Huh?”

Michael wasn’t falling into that trap again. “Sure, T.” He just sighed, hoping that his friend would back down.

“The fuck is that s’posed to mean? You don’t think she’s pretty? ‘Fuck is wrong with you? Franklin, you know what I’m talkin’ about, right?”

“F, don’t-” Michael tried to warn, but it was too late. 

“Yeah dog, shit, she’s crazy, but she’s damn fine.”

Trevor’s face soured immediately as he quickly stomped the short distance between him and Franklin and pointed a finger in the younger man’s face. “Mhm… so you’re sayin’ you wanna fuck my fuckin’ wife? Huh? That what you’re fucking saying, Frank?!”

“T, calm the fuck down!” Michael yelled, and Trevor changed course. “For starters, you fuckin’ asked. And secondly, she ain’t even your wife! She’s just your girlfriend!”

And oh boy, was that the wrong thing to say.

“She’s just- WHAT?! You think I couldn’t marry her, Mikey? How about I marry my fist into your FUCKING-”

Yeah. Franklin learned pretty damn quickly not to give in to Trevor’s provocations after that.

And you? You were no different. Hell, you were worse.

“So, uh, how’d you two meet?” Michael asked, sitting uncomfortably beside you in the back of the chopper. Trevor had insisted you should ride beside him in the front, but Michael knew all too well by now that nothing could get in the way of you both getting… frisky. And he certainly wouldn’t put it beyond you both to get down to business while Trevor’s flying a fucking helicopter across the city - so he put his foot down, instead leaving a very frazzled Franklin to sit next to your boyfriend.

“You really wanna know, Mikey?” Trevor shouted, grinning like a maniac.

Michael groaned. “God, I guess not. Lord knows you probably threatened to eat her left calf or somethin’-”

“The fuck did you just say?” You sneered from beside him, eyes locked on and a violence in them Michael had only ever seen in one others’; the psycho flying this fucking chopper.

“It was a joke, sweetheart-” there was a knife to his throat before he could finish his sentence, already digging in so harshly he could feel droplets of blood start to fall.

You’d all but jumped from your seat, leaning all your weight into the blade against the man’s skin. “You wanna say that again, sweetheart? You think mocking my man’s funny, do ya?”

Michael looked desperately between yourself and the men in the front; Trevor just smiled, and he knew him well enough by now to know he was getting turned on by your display of aggression. And Franklin… well, he’d learned to keep his mouth shut, hadn’t he?

“You think makin’ fun of your friend is funny, Michael? Think you’re better than him?” You sneered. 

“No! For fuck sake, no. It was a joke, alright?”

You finally relaxed, releasing your grip on his throat and returning to your seat. Michael quickly wiped at his wound; superficial, but it stung like a bitch.

“I think he’s jealous, baby,” you laughed, and Michael couldn’t have hidden his incredulous stare if he tried.

“Mhm…” Trevor replied, his attention completely deviated from the helicopter he was piloting now. He was only focussed on you. “Think we should taste a chunk outta his thigh, eh, sugar?”

Franklin tried to suppress his snicker, though Michael caught it, but he was more concerned with the way you watched him now, a malicious glint in your eye. “Oh, I think that’d be fun.”

Yeah. That’s you two. Loved up, drugged up, hopeless romantics who somehow fit together in spite of everything. It was sweet, really, in a twisted sort of way.

And of course, you egged each other on. How couldn’t you? Just when Michael thought both of you had reached your psychopathic limits, you outdid yourselves, every single time.

“How about we do this by the book, huh?” Trevor grinned, pacing back and forth before the half-conscious man, his chair creaking as he slumped to the side. The tape around his wrists and ankles were just about the only things keeping him upright at this point.

You and Michael sat on fold-up chairs to the side. A third one sat empty beside you; Franklin had left a little while earlier, around the time Trevor picked up the wrench, his stomach unable to handle the torture that was unfolding before him.

You’d chosen to sit back, letting Trevor “have his fun”, as you’d put it. Michael did all he could to stay silent in his chair - he was outnumbered now, and certainly didn’t want to get into a shouting match with you both over what was right and wrong. You needed information from this guy - believing him to be an ally of the late Steve Haines - and he was stubborn to say the least.

Still,  Trevor had been overly brute with the man, who was beyond speaking a coherent thought at this point. The maniac grinned, picking up the blood-splattered jerry can and removing the cloth from the spout, tipping the hostage’s chair upright. “A little waterboarding never hurt anyone, huh?”

“No, Trevor!” You shouted, and Michael jumped out of his skin. You’d left your seat, storming across to your boyfriend who just stared at you in shock, grabbing the can from his hands and placing it back on the table.

Michael sighed - perhaps finally, for all the craziness the both of you shared, you’d hit a limit. The man couldn’t cope with anymore, wouldn’t be useful to you now beyond enjoying the assault on his fragile body, and while Trevor was happy to do just that it seemed you’d put your foot down and-

“You know that’s fucking legal, right? And for good reason. Ain’t nothing good can come from waterboarding the son of the bitch. May as well take him for a day at the park, Trev.” You sneered, all but prancing around the small cart that held each item of torture your boyfriend had picked out.

You grinned, and Michael buried his head in his hands. He knew you well enough by now to know any ounce of humanity he’d hoped for was nonexistent in your mind. The pliers you chose were weighty in your hand, strong, and when you strolled your way to the barely-there shell of a man before you, Trevor could only match the wild look in your eyes,

“Let me show you how it’s really done.”

And that’s how the both of you went along; killing, stealing, running. A fucked up Bonnie & Clyde, Michael always thought. And for all the misery you caused, and all the history between him and Trevor, he’d be lying if he said it didn’t make him feel a certain way to know that even the worst pair of fuckers he’d ever met could find each other.

Yeah, Trevor Phillips was the craziest fucker Michael had ever met. Until he met you.

[titobitex]

Engraved Chain Swings

Niko and Brucie ambled along the dimly lit streets of Liberty City, their steps unsteady and their drunken laughter as loud as ever. The two were buzzed from the amount of drinks they had just a few moments prior and decided that walking it off would do them some good.

a/n: the rest of this is posted on ao3 ☆ click the title and it'll bring you there :]

The pair had been wandering aimlessly for a while now, enjoying the freedom of being intoxicated with no responsibilities to tie them down - for now, atleast.

Neither of them had a car, since they had walked to the bar instead. When Niko suggested stealing one instead, Brucie quickly scolded him and gave him a hard no. Niko would've ignored such a warning and done whatever he pleased, but since he was trying to get his act together, he figured he'd listen to his steroid junkie boyfriend instead.

"Fuck, Nicky, I'm getting tired..." Brucie groaned, trailing sluggishly behind Niko as they walked down the sidewalk. His voice was tinged with a touch of irritation, but Niko knew that his boyfriends complaints were merely a product of the long day they had.

Niko slowed down and looked over his shoulder, "Really? You? Brucie Kibbutz, tired? I never thought I'd hear those words from you." The Serbian turned around fully and crossed his arms playfully, watching Brucie be his overdramatic self.

"Oh, fuck you, Niko! Can we just.. sit down or something? Fuck, man." Brucie grumbled, clearly exhausted.

"Here, hold my hand. I'll find somewhere -" Getting closer to Niko, Brucie grabbed onto the man's jacket sleeve as he had trouble keeping his balance.

"Carry me. I don't wanna walk anymore, man." he muttered, desperate to take a break. Niko looked around for a moment, then at Brucie. He wasn't in the best state of mind, but definitely wasn't too drunk. He rejected his boyfriend though, telling him he'll carry him on the way home instead. Brucie gave a skeptical expression, causing Niko to chuckle.

"I'm good for it. I promise, Brucie." 

Bruce nodded, puffing his chest out as he roared, "Alright, I trust you, man. Let's roll!"

[duck-ssi]

Is there a fic out there were Ra's gives baby Damian to the ghost king aka teenage Danny hoping to gain a super Lazarus pit/ectoplasm powered baby and instead Danny just goes 'welp I guess I'm a teen dad now' and doesn't give him back?

[olailamajnoon]

Bruce: *reads The Song of Achilles*

Bruce: *snorts* What a load of mooning crap. I can't believe I spent three afternoons on this book.

Later:

Bruce: *sees Clark*

Bruce, thinking: When he dies, all things soft and beautiful and bright will be buried with him

Clark: *turns around* Hey Bruce!

Bruce (in his head): I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth.

Clark: You okay, Bruce?

Bruce, touching Clark: Your hair never quite lies flat, here. I don’t think I’ve ever told you how I like it.

Clark: uhhh....

Clark: So what have you been up to, lately?

Bruce, murmuring: I think I would know you in death, at the end of the world.

Clark:...

Clark: Is that Madeline Miller?

Bruce:...

Bruce: no

Clark: *laughing heartily* When I read it, I thought of you too!

Bruce: And you don't think that's the slightest bit gay.

Clark: *shrugs* If I was going to be gay, I would much rather it be with you.

Bruce: *looks stunned*

Clark: *smiles* You kissed me at Christmas. I might return the favor next time we're around some mistletoe.

Bruce: That might be a year from now.

Clark: *takes out mistletoe from one of his suit pockets*

Clark: Make your own luck, right?

Bruce, looking at the mistletoe: I'm not entirely comfortable with this.

Clark: Neither am I.

Bruce: I'm not a homophobe.

Clark: Neither am I.

Bruce: It's just something scary, is all.

Clark, shrugging: I'm sure Lois and Selina will understand, if you and I spend more time together. We don't have to do anything, we can take it slow. Or not "take" it at all. It's your choice.

Bruce: How are you braver than me? I'm such a coward. Always running from my feelings.

Clark: How can I explain, that when I am brave, it is due to you?

Bruce, looking up: I would rather die, Clark, than be hurt by you.

Clark, coming closer: I. Will never. Hurt you, Bruce Wayne.

Bruce, closing his eyes: Damn you. I am this close to running away to my room like some hysteric.

Clark: It's not being a hysteric to feel too much and be overwhelmed by that feeling.

Bruce: I am NOT overwhelmed!

Clark, smiling: Hey hey hey. We'll take it at your speed, okay? No expectations. No deadlines.

Bruce: Clark I feel like a teenager discovering himself for the very first time.

Clark: *smiling* We both dress like teenagers, Bruce. Is it a surprise that we occasionally act like them?

Bruce: You know what I was thinking? Thank god it's just Clark, and not someone whose opinion I actually have to worry about.

Clark: *hesitates*

Bruce: But now I realize, the only one in the League whose opinions I give a shit about, is you.

Clark: *goes pink*

Bruce: *picks at Clark's sleeve* You wanna come to my room? We can play GTA 6 like some actual brain dead teenagers.

Clark: Wait. GTA 6 is out? What?

Bruce: *winks* Not technically it isn't. But things tend to make exceptions for me.

Clark: You bastard! How long have you had it?

Bruce: Not very long, a couple of months?

Clark: *high pitched* Months? You've had it for months?

Bruce: Well...yeah?

Clark: Now I'm rethinking our starstruck romance. The fact that you would keep such an important secret from me...

Bruce: You really ARE a teenager, Kent. *strides away*

Clark, trailing after him: Can I play or was that an empty promise to lure me to your den?

Bruce: Forget it! I'm rescinding the offer.

Clark: No please daddy I'll be good...

[ddaenismo]

⤷ ☕︎ — 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟎 .ᐟ

📆 [25/01/25] artista: Giselle (aespa)

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Será que alguém pegou a referência dupla? Se sim, ufa! Porque a primeira coisa que pensei quando vi a giselle com aquele besourão e cabelo rosa foi em GTA KKKKKK só precisei rever velozes e furiosos pra achar a combinação perfeita entre ela, a suki e a máquina babilônica q era esse carro. Amém, suki

[moonlightkitties]

*drive through order voice* can I get uhhhhhh….. Trevor with a reader who’s “out of his league”, angst on the side with some gender neutral. Thanks

Hi anon!! Of course!! I love feeding my customers angst Trevor fics. I don't know if it's as much angst as you wanted but I did throw in a little bit of fluff.

Pairing: Trevor Philips x Gender Neutral! Reader

Nicknames Trevor calls You: sugar and sweetheart.

Plot: You've been avoiding Trevor as of lately. He just thought you were busy with life or just needed some time to yourself, but when days turned into a week he gets suspicious and confronts you.

Word Count: 849

You've been avoiding him.

At first when you didn't answer his texts he just thought you were busy with your own life but when you ignored his calls, that's when he got worried.

"I dunno, T, maybe they're just busy," Michael said over the phone. Trevor grumbled "That's what I thought too, but they've been avoiding my calls. Mikey, that's not like them!" Michael sighed "I don't know what to tell you. Just give em' some time, they'll come around, they always do."

Trevor let out a frustrated sigh "I guess," he replied, before hanging up on his friend without a goodbye.

Trevor paced around in his trailer, his mind racing. He didn't even know if you were okay. You could be hurt for all he knew!

After fighting with his thoughts and emotions about if he should go to your apartment and confront you or just leave you alone, he chose the later and sped down the highway to your Los Santos apartment.

While he drove, to your place, you were busy on your computer doing work stuff; filing paperwork, doing research, blah blah blah. You knew ignoring Trevor was an awful idea but you couldn't help it. You didn't think you were good enough for him.

Trevor deserved someone like him. Someone rough, strong, someone that doesn't take anything for anyone. Not someone who was too scared to ask the teenager at McDonalds for an extra ketchup packet. You've been struggling with your self-doubt for a while now but just recently started ghosting him. You felt awful, you really did, but you didn't want to talk about your feelings with him and then him agreeing that you weren't good enough for him and then break up with you on the spot.

You couldn't deal with that heartbreak.

But you also knew that Trevor was probably heart broken over you ignoring him. You were just a complete, anxious mess.

As you shut your computer off, you were about to head into bed, until you heard banging on your front door and your boyfriends voice on the other side of it.

You froze. What was Trevor doing here? And why?

You made your way to the door after he didn't stop banging on it and opened it. The November chill made its way in the house as you stared up at Trevor, his usual smug, cocky look was replaced with a concern and hurtfulness.

"T-Trevor?" you asked "What do you want?" he barged in your apartment and took a deep breath "Is everything okay?" he asked, his voice rough. "Why would it not be?" you asked, your hands shaking. Trevor narrowed his eyes at you "Don't play dumb with me, sweetheart," he snapped "You know what you've been doing, you've been avoiding me."

You flinched at his tone. Of course he knew, he wasn't stupid, quite the opposite.

"I...I don't know what's wrong," you told him after a few moments of silence, your voice shaking. "Come on, angel, you can tell me, you know that, right?" he urged, he grabbed your hand and squeezed it. "I'm not good enough for you, y-you don't deserve someone like me." A weight of relief got off of your shoulder, you've needed to tell him that for a while now.

"What do you mean?" he asked "Of course I deserve you! You're amazing!" You shake your head "No...it's not that," Trevor tilted your chin up to look at him "Then what is it?" You let out a deep breath.

"You're tough, and dangerous, and confident," you began "And I'm the complete opposite! You-you need someone better, someone as strong and tough as you."

"Woah, calm down, sugar," he said, putting his hands on your shoulder "I love how you're the opposite of me, do you know that?" he didn't give you a chance to answer before he was already rambling. "You know what they say, right? That opposites attract? I love coming home to you and seeing that smile you give me." His praise made you feel a little bit better, but you were still doubting yourself.

"And the way you wrap your arms around me when I step inside your apartment. Babe, that's the best part of my day, you're the best part of my day."

Tears welled at your eyes. Trevor loved you, he adored you, why were you getting worried for nothing?

Trevor wiped them away "Now, look me in the eyes and tell me you're good enough."

"I-" You hesitated and Trevor cut you off "Come on, sugar," he said, his tone a growl, "Don't make me force you to say it."

"I-I'm good enough," you whisper, putting your head down.

"Huh? What was that?" Trevor asked, "Louder, sweetheart."

"I'm good enough," you said, louder this time. Trevor smiled "Yeah, you are," he said, leaning down and pulling you into a messy kiss.

"I love you, don't ever think you're not good enough for me," he said as you both pulled apart.

"I love you too," you wrapped your arms around him and rested your head on his chest.

[tacticalhimbo]

HAPPY HOLIDAYS @despitethecold ! I come bearing a gift for you, courtesy of @gtafest !

Your prompts were GORG and I loved them all, but I saw your suggestion of a very Lester Christmas(tm), and decided to give him some love because he's underrated imo <3

Also because complex holiday feelings and complex feelings surrounding disability... felt 😔✌️

But I promise this has a happy ending :} Hope you enjoy it!

WORDS: 1.1K FANDOM(S): Grand Theft Auto 5 WARNINGS: Mentions of Internalized Ableism, Post-Game Plot (Ending C/Deathwish)

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Let me know if you’d like a more permanent copy of this, too! I’m always happy to provide a PDF version of the writings I do!

[NEOCITIES MIRROR]

Life keeps ticking. That’s what everyone says, isn’t it? That life’s some great climb; you only get one, so live it to your fullest! Hell, he brought into that ideal briefly–thought it would make things in his personal life better. But it didn’t. And now that the snow began to fall in the once tropical streets of Los Santos, and the neighboring homes began to glisten with multicolored strings and twinkling lights, Lester realized that yet another year had rushed by.

He was just another year closer to the inevitable.

It hurt when it’d hit him. Punched him in the gut as the realization sunk and kept sinking. It was going to be harder to get out of the house now, more than it already was given the crumbling steps in front of his home and the lack of reliable transportation now that… he was alone. Back to ol’ reliable: Solitude. Isolation. The status of a ghost, as everyone else had to go off the radar after The Big One™. What was done was done, and it was done for good. Michael and Trevor seemed to have made up enough to not kill each other in the end–truly a Christmas miracle, if one was to ask Lester–and Franklin decided that he was done with this sort of life. He struck gold, and decided after all the shit he’d been through… enough was enough. He wasn’t going to throw it all away because he got a luckier break than his counterparts. Or so Lester had thought, until he’d caught a glimpse of movement outside the door. A blip on the security screen. Tired hands reached up to adjust thinly-framed glasses, eyes squinting to account for the change in focus. When they did, a finger slid to enable the microphone.

“Franklin? What are you doing here?”

The bundled-up man outside looked around, then up to the corner. His head tilted until he’d noticed the camera staring back at him.

“Hey! Lester. What’s good man, was wonderin’ what you were up to. I was in the area and… you know, figured I’d drop by.” 

Not a lie; not the whole truth. The fact of the matter is… Franklin missed the camaraderie, despite the intense arguments and the chaos that often ensued. He missed the opportunity; the feeling of being busy and having a purpose beyond everything he’d settled into. One thing was certain enough, though: There was no way in Hell he was going home for the holidays. Denise would have his head if he’d suddenly shown up after fucking off to his new home in the hills–after all, she’d finally gotten what she wanted: peace and quiet and a home to herself. Lamar and him were still on rocky terms after everything, too. Sure, they’d more or less made up, but there was still tension in the air; a stiff sense of betrayal that’d left a bitter taste on their tongues. And beyond that… The Unholy Trinity were all Franklin really had. With them gone their separate ways, the best option–besides spending the holidays miserable and alone–was with the one connection he knew he had.

And it went both ways.

“Alright, fine, come in.” A few button presses. A click. The door unlocked and Franklin was more than happy to step into the warmth that’d awaited. Hands finally left his pockets, rubbing together rapidly to take it all in. The friction alone generated enough heat to warm his palms, whilst the interior’s stiffness brought the backs to an equal temperature.

“Surprised nobody else stopped by. Woulda thought…”

Lester wheeled himself from the computer and to the cluttered living area. When he got to the threshold, he felt along the wall until the hilt of his cane fell into his hands. He took a moment, adjusting the placement, before using it to pull himself up and lazily push the chair back.

“Michael’s been handling things with his family, and Trevor… well… he’s doing his own thing I’m sure.”

“You doin’ your own thing too?”

“Something like that. You know, I’m… surprised you’re here. Figured you would have found some chaos to dig yourself into.”

A lighthearted, albeit stilted, laugh from Franklin. “Nah… Flyin’ solo for now.”

Curiosity. “And your first thought was to come here to resolve that?”

Well, when Lester put it like that… it sounded pathetic. Sad. Bitter. And perhaps it was. The subtle disavowing of his own worth, and the subtle chiding of Franklin’s loneliness. There was recognition in it. An intimate understanding of what it felt like to be alone while the world around you kept moving. Franklin sighed and shrugged, finding himself skirting around the question in an attempt to guide the conversation elsewhere.

“Well, it’s on the way up to Mirror Park. When Lamar and I were kids, we’d always walk up that way and look at all the decorations people put up–’course I drove down here and parked somewhere else. Wasn’t about to haul my ass down from the Hills–but he’s got his own thing going, and sometimes walking alone’s just… you know, relaxing.”

“Can think as much or as little as you want, that it?” A subtle vulnerability; an acknowledgment of understanding.

“Exactly.” A pause. “You wanna come? Could be fun laughing at all the tacky blow-up Santas and shit.”

And as much as Lester wanted to say yes, he knew all too well going out in the cold and walking was not an option. Nowadays, walking was hardly an option as is; everything fucking hurt and the more he lingered on his feet idly chatting about the prospect, the more he felt like just laying down and trying to sleep it off. Was it the best way to manage the pain? No, but it beat the amount of medications he was taking just to ‘stay functional’ while overseeing the Unholy Trinity’s shenanigans. Now, it was down to the bare essentials, and even then…

“Look, Franklin, I appreciate the gesture. Really. But… Ah, fuck it.” 

It wasn’t worth rehashing. Not to him; Franklin, however, noticed the hesitation backing his words. The subtle but visible discomfort as Lester pressed on toward the door.

“Hey–hold up. Let me go get my car.” A pause. “Does your chair fold?”

He paused.

“That old thing? Never got around to getting one that could. Figured most of my work was done in-house and I’ve never been interested in going around the city and witnessing all these… whiny West Coast douchebags.” A subtle smile followed by laughter from Franklin.

“Man, fuck you–this whiny West Coast douchebag’s trying to be a good friend and this is the thanks I get?” A lighthearted jab–Franklin was already in the midst of pulling out his keys and stepping out the door. “Listen. I’ll go get my car, ride us up to the little lot by the park, and we’ll take it from there, yeah?”

“... Alright, fine. Only because you twisted my arm. And, uh, thanks Franklin.”

[rreskk]

Request: either Michael or Trevor with a plus size girl reader? Extremely vague request lol but I’d love to see what you come up with. I’m always craving some body worship in this fandom!! Thank you (and sorry if my English isn’t the best)

MICHAEL LOVERS, COME GET YOUR JUICES NOW!

Summary: You always felt insecure about your body, but the way he'd touch and look at you had made this fear completely vanish.

TW: -Smut

Pairings: Plus sized!fem Reader/Michael De Santa

Word count: 844

His masculine hands hovered the skin of your shaky thighs. He had you lying underneath, body exposed and the natural light of sunset enhancing your bodily glow. His lips trailed slow kisses down your tummy rolls where it would shiver against his touch. The part of your body which you try and avoid showing, he was taking great care in loving you.

“Michael…” You whisper to gain his attention. But you earnt no response.

Michael reached the tip of your pussy, his warm breath penetrating you.

“C’mon… Mikey,” Another attempt of pleading, “I need you, so bad.”

He raised a thumb and inspected your wetness before smiling up at you. Although he was usually distant and… Sexually deprived, you’ve never seen him so romantic. He had jokingly touched you all night and here you both are, huddling his bed naked.

“So, you need me now?” He’d tease.

“This isn’t funny…” You wanted to shy away at his tormenting behaviour. He grinned at your reaction before hoisting you up by the waist. Your thighs began to cuddle his waist and Michael leaned over, hands exploring your body, favouring your thick curves that slid right through his fingers.

“C’mere.” He murmured, ushering you closer where he passionately kissed your wobbly lips.

Your hands tangled the back of his black suit. You tried to grip but it was loosened when he pulled away. Already whining at the loss of contact, it was soon replaced by the sound of his belt and trousers being shuffled around. He allowed you to help. Michael watched the way you’d threw his trousers aside and simply praise the sight of his cock that was throbbing unremarkably. Ever since Amanda failed to contribute to his sex-life, he found home in your touch, that attachment slowly becoming romance.

“God…” A small moan left his lips as you stroked the tip of his penis. 

You’d whisper again, whispering words of encouragement, hoping he’d give into this game and fuck you nice and hard. You kept on whispering his name and adding pressure to the hand around his cock. It would have complete spasms within the reach of your palm, and without notice, he was already lining himself up, pinning your arms above your head.

“Mikey!”

He demanded you to be quiet, with that sly smirk, and pushed into you. Michael’s pupils dilated as your breasts shook together when being thoroughly penetrated. He stared down at your curves and thick features, finding it utterly beautiful as they’d all move with the tides of his thrusts. So much so, he couldn’t stand anymore space between you. Michael wrapped your legs around his waist and praised when you moaned louder and louder.

“Good… Good girl… Taking me in so well.” He’d lowly mention.

Another pant turned into breathless words. You squirmed and tried to reach for his wrists that held onto your stomach and breast.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” Michael met your hand, intertwining fingers and immediately soaking his heart out – something he always struggles to do. It was heaven to hear. You wanted to return his expressive speech, but a high-pitched moan stopped you. Despite being romantic and passionate, he was also rocking into you brutally.

“Fuck, fuck!”

“C’mon, [y/n], God! I feel so good…”

You nibbled your bottom lip and closed your eyes. The bed squeaked underneath you as he carried on fucking you perfectly. Your thoughts fell back onto his words, his occasional words of affirmation when in heat. Looking up at his blushed face, you made eye-contact, and you pulled him towards you, lips greeting each other’s. At first, he seemed hesitant, but Michael gave in and kissed back with such euphuism. His hands travelling up your body and beside your head, trapping you. He kept his body stable above you as them hips continued swerving with great strength. Your pussy was already dripping with the cum he caused from the constant edging earlier on. You couldn’t help but murmur your upcoming climax, in which he replied;

“M'yeah… I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum too – “ His words broken at the impact of his suppressed emotions.

He steadily carried on before it was safe to pull out. Michael grinded his bare crotch against your thigh and watched the cum squirt out, painting your skin white. In the meantime, you had also orgasmed heavily. You’d moan his name and hold his head close to your neck. Mikey was breathing frantically and made little noise, but the sounds that did escape, it was small whines that sounded similar to the syllables of your name.

“Ah… Ahh, yeah.” He murmured in your neck, his body collapsing onto yours.

Though sore, you felt great. Your body felt worshipped. Michael’s arms were draped around you tightly and you couldn’t help but keep him close.

“I love you.” You finally managed to expression.

He went silent before glancing up and giving you a calm smile. He didn’t say anything, but you knew he loved you back. He just stayed in your arms and continued stroking your frame with his rough hands.

[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

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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

[gtafest]

GTA Valentine’s Day Secret Art Exchange 2024

Here we go again!

Read the sign up form carefully since there are some changes!

Make a gift and keep it a secret even if you know the person you're making a gift to.

Post your gift and get one for yourself on Valentine's day!

Theme: love and smut. This means that people over 18 can wish for nsfw gifts and people over 18 can choose to make them.

This is a good time for all your fluffy, romantic, soft, cute, or sexy prompts. You can also leave other kinds of prompts if you want. Platonic love and best friends being best friends definitely counts! Themes so heavy that they could make people uncomfortable are not allowed, but canon-typical mentions are okay. Always ask if you’re unsure!

You can join by filling in this form. It will only be available until January 16, so be quick (but read the form carefully)! By the end of next week, you will receive the information about the person you’re going to gift your work. Then you will have until Valentine’s Day, three weeks, to work on your gift.

That’s about it! Feel free to reblog this post and hopefully, we get a lot of participants again!

Mod: @nevergonnasimpyoumikey

[poeticpascal]

MORE TREVOR PHILLIPS FLUFF!!

*the crowd cheers*

Hahaha this made me laugh 🥺 I’m so glad you liked my Trevor fic and would be up for more!! He is my perfect sweet beautiful angel baby who can do no wrong 🫶❤️

I just saw your ask (assume it was yours!) as well saying you noticed I’m not writing for Trevor currently - tbh, I have that on my masterlist because most of my stuff lately has been for Mr Joel Miller, but honestly if you’ve read a fic from me about a different character you’re more than welcome to request for them!! In fact that Trevor one is my most recent fic I think so hey maybe I’m a Trevor blog now. I mostly just wanna avoid being asked to write for characters I don’t know/connect with so no one gets disappointed!

I am being crap with writing at the minute but I really want to knuckle down and make it more of a priority in the new year, so your request for more Trevor is boxed up in my head ready for when the inspo hits. If you have any specific ideas, please feel free to share them!!

Thank you so much again for the love, I honestly didn’t think there’d be many people interested in that fic so even just one person being so kind means a lot. Thank you and I hope you have an amazing day!! ❤️x

[southern-sighthound]

worst things ive ever drawn compilation

[finemealcreates]

Loss Like A Severed Limb Fanart

Made fanart for my friend @littlestartopaz's fic "Loss Like A Severed Limb" for an art game we did on @haunting-heroes-creative-games's server! Uhh ... spoilers, this is a mini comic that spoils the ending of the fic

[marchsfreakshow]

Duckie's Masterlist 🦆

°Multifandom°

‼️Some of these works are 18+ or atleast suggestive! Be careful of what you read on the internet. However, I'm not your big sister I can't force you to do anything‼️

Age Boundaries!! General boundaries

Request Rules Requests : Open

19. Autistic. Moon's online sister

I have a wonderful boyfriend. No flirting.

Warren's real wife!! ♡

Atj's sweetheart

#tmi Duckie for nonsense posts

Letterboxd

Recent works:

A Hand On Your Shoulder [Friedrich Harding - Nosferatu]

Unexpected Peace [Lip Gallagher - Shameless US]

Little Signs [Dave Lizewski - Kick Ass]

American Horror Story Masterlist

[AHS Imagines Collection here]

Grand Theft Auto V Masterlist

Outer Banks Masterlist

X-Men Masterlist

Miscellaneous Characters

C.AI/Jan.ai Bots

Character Playlists

[more-comfortable-in-hell]

B. - The Time Hasn't Come Yet

"I mean, I don't know what I did to deserve this motherfucking luck. I got my kids back. My wife. And a job that I love. I mean, I made it. We made it. You and me, bro."

Michael had been so blind, so caught up in his perfect fairy tale ending, that he hadn't noticed the look in Franklin's eyes. He should have seen it coming, he kept telling himself as he sped on the train tracks, but really how could he have? If there had been any signs, he hadn't seen them.

Read it on Ao3 here.