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[moonlightkitties]

Christmas/Winter Themes Prompts

These are the fics I will be writing every day up in December until Christmas! Most of them are fluff but I have a few angst ones I'm going to write. I'm so excited to write these!

First Snowfall of the Year (Sean MacGuire x Reader) - Celebrating the first snowfall of the year in your new homestead, you and Sean sleep in and spend some time with each other.

Snowball Fight (Micah Bell x Reader) - After doing all your chores and just wanting to rest, Micah ruins it by throwing a freezing cold snowball at your face.

O' Christmas Tree (John Marston x Reader) - John is struggling to put the Christmas tree up while you sort through decorations.

Snowy Horse Ride (Arthur Morgan x Reader) - After a long day of chores, you and Arthur relax by taking the horses out in a cozy snowy ride.

Snowstorm Cuddles (Charles Smith x Reader) - After getting stranded in a snow storm while on a hunting trip, you and Charles share body heat to help warm up.

Christmas Movie Marathon (Michael De Santa x Reader) - Having nothing to do, you and Michael spend the day watching every Christmas movie you find.

Gingerbread Houses (Trevor Philips x Reader) - After getting gingerbread houses for both you and Trevor, you get home and ask him to make one with you. Trevor being Trevor, makes it into a competition and gets frustrated when the icing doesn't keep the walls up.

Christmas Cookies (Wade Hebert x Reader) - You and Wade make Christmas cookies and get flour everywhere.

Peppermint Mochas (Dave Norton x Reader) - Wanting to spoil your older, exhausted husband, you surprise him by making peppermint mochas.

Christmas Lights (Steve Haines x Reader) - You force Steve to take you to go look at Christmas lights.

Pretty Kitty (Lenny Summers x Reader) - You and Lenny find a cat in the snow and take it home.

My Big Strong Man (Bill Williamson x Reader) - You watch Bill chop firewood from the porch of your home.

Mistletoe (Dutch Van der Linde x Reader) - Going to a Christmas party at the Marstons place seemed fine and dandy, until Dutch tries everything he can to get you under the mistletoe.

It's Beginning to look a lot like Christmas (Michael De Santa x Reader) - Michael hasn't been spending a lot of time with you now that he makes movies. Feeling bored, you take the Christmas decorations down from the attic and start decorating.

Northern Lights (Charles Smith x Reader) - Celebrating your first Christmas in Canada, Charles takes you to see the northern lights.

Winter Blues (Arthur Morgan x Reader) - When Mary shows up, unannounced, at your and Arthur's snow covered homestead, what should have been a happy December day, turns into an anxious one as you wonder if Arthur still loves her.

Ice Fishing (Kieran Duffy x Reader) - It's your first time ice fishing with Kieran and he makes sure he has everything before the long weekend.

Christmas Dinner (Dutch Van der Linde x Reader) - You and Dutch go to your parents for Christmas dinner and he hits it off with your father.

Ice Skating (Jack Marston x Reader) - You and Jack have been dating for a few months now, when it starts snowing and the lake has been frozen over, you convince him to ice skate.

Sledding (Kieran Duffy x Reader) - After buying a sled for the kids, you and Kieran spend the entire day pulling them around and pushing them down hills.

The Fat Man (Trevor Philips x Reader) - Ever since he was a child, Trevor Philips was scared of Santa. When you and him have children, he swore he wasn't going to introduce them to "the fat man." After pouting and begging him to let you do Santa with them, he reluctantly agreed.

Twas a night before Christmas (Lenny Summers x Reader) - Lenny reads "A night before Christmas" to your kids.

Sick on Christmas (Orville Swanson x Reader) - It's Christmas morning, and instead of opening presents like you wanted to, you're stuck in bed battling a really bad cold with Orville to help you.

Christmas Eve (Arthur Morgan x Reader) - After putting the kids to bed and putting the rest of the presents under the tree, you and Arthur slow dance in the living room.

Surprise! (Bill Williamson x Reader) - Bill has been weird all week, very giddy and anxious for Christmas day. When it comes, he brings out the one thing you have been wanting for YEARS; a blue merle border collie.

[gtafest]

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[tigertofu]

HIIII IM LITERALLY OBSESSED W YOUR WORK LIKE OMFG KEEP IT UP <3 Can you write trevor x shy! chubby/fat reader smut 😼

hi hiiii !! i could not have asked for a better first nsfw request than this one 😭😭 i had SO MUCH fun with this prompt........ trevor/shy, chubby girl is licherally my specialty so tysm for sending it in 💕💕💕!

i have got to start remembering to add gifs to these posts......

pairing: chubby and shy fem reader/Trevor

summary: One night, the raunchy pickup lines of a strange man lure you from the bar you two met in to his trailer. Your nerves make your attempt at hooking up a bit difficult at first, but he knows just how to put your mind at ease.

cw's: explicit smut

wordcount: 2,747

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“C’mon, sugar. Don’t get shy on me now.”

Your eyes darted up to meet those of the man who’s lips you’d just unlocked your own from. But even in the dim of his cluttered room, you couldn’t meet his gaze. It was so intense it felt like it would burn straight through your retinas. 

“S–Sorry,” you muttered, staring at the cover of a porn mag on his crumpled comforter. A blonde woman in a red bikini, her long limbs perfectly posed, her stomach flat beneath the hint of ribcage under her impossibly round, perky breasts, graced the cover. The apprehension in your stomach quitched. You wondered if, despite Trevor’s interest in getting you out of the Yellow Jack and into his trailer the moment you acquiesced to his raunchy pickup lines, that was the type of woman he was into.

He groaned beside you. Flopped down with his back against the headboard of his bed.

“And stop fucking apologizing,” he said, tugging at the back of your shirt. You relented and scooted yourself back to sit beside him. 

You knew the “sorry”’s were getting repetitive at this point. You’d squeaked one when you’d tripped over an empty pizza box on the way to his bed and caught yourself against him. You’d murmured another when you’d miscalculated which way to tilt your head when he’d first gone in for a kiss, causing the tips of your noses to bump against each other. 

“I’m—” Your sentence got cut off by him reaching over to fondle one of your breasts. The warmth of his calloused palm seeped through your shirt and bra. Your nipple, which had perked up to attention the second his mouth had come down on yours a few minutes earlier, rolled beneath his hand. You made a whimpering sound in the back of your throat before refinding the strength to breathe out: “I–I’m just kinda nervous is all.”

“Nervous? Why?” He cupped your tit from below now, lifting it away from your chest, feeling out its weight and the way the soft flesh conformed to his hand. “You scared? ‘Cuz I promise I’m not gonna hurtcha, sweetheart. Unless you want me to. Orrr… Maybe you’d wanna hurt me? I’m always down for any of that kinky shit.”

“I–I don’t know why,” you huffed. As you spoke, Trevor’s free hand snaked its way to your thigh. He gave it an experimental squeeze. “I just am.”

But you did know why. It was the same type of shyness that dewed your forehead with sweat and cinched your vocal chords shut, making your words shaky, whenever you found yourself in an intimate situation. Anxiety that you’d do or say something awkward. That your partner wouldn’t like what they found underneath your clothes. It had increased tenfold the usual tonight though, because you’d found yourself here, in the bed of a man with years more experience than you, who you’d already sensed had a hair–trigger temper.

Trevor didn’t catch onto your lie, thankfully. 

The hand on your thigh nudged upwards, leveraging your legs apart by a few inches. 

“Don’t be nervous,” he cooed against the side of your head. His breath, malty with the half dozen beers he’d drank at the Yellow Jack while trying to woo you, curled warm against the shell of your ear. “Just relax… Relax and let Uncle T take care of ya.”

The nickname made your stomach roll over itself. In a bad way or a good way, you couldn’t be sure. Maybe both. What you were sure of, was that the moment Trevor finished with undoing the zipper of your jeans, he would find a pair of panties that’d already been soaked through with excitement. 

A rolling growl came out of him when he made this little discovery. 

“Nervous but wet as hell,” he said, clearly proud of himself for eliciting this reaction. 

He squeezed your sex, testing the plushness of the area. The wetness spread underneath the cotton of your panties. You let out an airy moan. 

With one hand still shoved down your pants, he moved to tug at the neckline of your shirt with his other. 

“How about we get all these pesky clothes off, eh?” he crooned.

“W–Wait,” you suddenly cried, grabbing his wrist. 

He jerked his head away from its spot beside yours. Flashed you an annoyed glare. You swallowed. 

“I… Can I… I–Is it okay if I keep my shirt on?” 

Trevor guffawed with sheer disbelief, as if you’d just told him to forget all the flirting and the brief makeout session you’d already shared, you’d actually changed your mind about fucking and would rather just watch a movie together.

“Why the fuck would you wanna do that?” he asked gruffly. “C’mon. I wanna see those tits bounce while I’m fucking you.”

“I’m…” Worried you won’t find me attractive. Worried you’ll say something mean. Worried you’ll change your mind about doing this. “…Nervous.”

He continued his confused glare. You ducked your head down, staring again at the porn magazine by your foot. A painful, silent minute spun out. Then, Trevor clicked his tongue against his teeth. 

“Listen to me. You are sexy as hell. You know that?” he said, his voice more low and even than it’d been a moment ago. You felt a bit embarrassed that he’d caught on to your need for validation, but overwhelmingly glad that he was freely giving it.  “The, ah, ancient peoples… Greeks or Romans or whatever… They used to make statues of Venus—y’know, the goddess of fucking—with your type of figure.”

You glanced up at him. “Really?”

“They sure as shit did. Know why? ‘Cuz they had good taste. They knew that the more a woman has, the more there is to love.” He grabbed at your tits again, this time manhandling as much as he could with just one hand. “I mean—look at these puppies! And you’re so fucking soft… All over. Christ. I could just eat you right up, sugar.”

You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth, feeling your cheeks warm. Nobody had ever complimented you like this before. It felt good. It felt genuine.

It didn’t feel quite good enough to quell your shyness, though.

You bowed your head again and watched your hands worry at the hem of your shirt. Trevor let out a harsh sigh as you retreated back into yourself.

Suddenly, he let go of you and clambered out of bed. You looked up and watched as he stumbled over the same pizza box you had earlier, which made you giggle a bit. The giggle stopped when he reached for the fly of his jeans the second he was on his feet and, in one hard yank, pulled them and his briefs down. Your head snapped back to the familiar sight of your own lap. There was a moment of clothing rustling as he stripped himself.

“Look at me,” he said firmly once he was finished.

By the sound of his voice, you expected to see another glare pinching his features when you followed his command. But he was actually smirking. You tried to keep your eyes pinned to his, but they were far too intense and you were far too flustered. So, you let your gaze schlep down his bare body as he stood before you, restlessly shifting his weight from one foot to the other, his arms outspread in presentation. 

Your attention caught on certain parts. His broad chest covered in a smattering of dark hair. The hard muscle filling out his shoulders. The way his waist tapered slightly inwards. A couple–inch–long scar just below his left ribs. His lean but not entirely flat stomach. The trail of hair that started just above his navel and ran down to—

You flicked your attention back up, settling on the ridge of his collarbone.

“Your turn now, princess,” he purred. “Don’t you know it’s weird to be the only fully–dressed person in a room?”

You looked him in the face and gave him a smile now.

“I… Well. O–Okay.” You added, a bit more demurely: “If you help me.”

“Atta girl,” he muttered, stepping up to the edge of the bed again. 

He grabbed at the hem of your shirt and tugged up, encouraging you to straighten your arms over your head. 

Being undressed by him was oddly comforting. The way he struggled with unclasping your bra and unzipping your jeans, growling curses at himself as his fingers slipped in his excitement, made you feel wanted. Desired. Needed. He grabbed random palmfuls of the softest parts of your body as he went, kneading them with shaky appreciation. 

After he’d hooked his thumbs under the waistband of your panties and pulled them down and off of your legs, he paused for a moment. Standing over you as you sat on the edge of his bed, he drank in the full sight of your naked body. His dilated pupils jittered as they traced your soft curves.

“Look at you.” There was hunger in his voice, the corners of his mouth rising into another predatory smirk. You closed your eyes and tilted your chin to your chest, bashfully smiling. “Even fucking better than I imagined.”

A hand cupped your chin. Your head was thrown back and suddenly, his mouth was on yours again. 

He shoved his tongue against yours. Breathless groaning leaked out from between his lips. You tasted them; drank in his desperate exhales and the bitterness of smoked cigarettes and downed beers and burned crystal. Part of you knew you should be disgusted. The other part, which was quickly ballooning into not just a part but a whole, told you to enjoy this—to enjoy all of him as he was enjoying all of you.

Before you knew it, you were on your back. He hunched over you, his broad silhouette blocking the weak light of the bare bulb hung from his ceiling. As he got closer, bending further, you felt something hot and hard and slick bump against one of your knees. You reached out blindly as you continued to kiss him, feeling for his erection. Your hand instinctively wrapped around it the moment your fingertips brushed against its head. Heavy and solid and wrapped with surprisingly soft skin, his cock completely filled your palm. You found that it was quite short, too, as you began to lazily pump it. Didn’t matter. Your fingers couldn’t even close all the way around him, he was so thick. A throb that felt both tightening and loosening at once travelled through your sex when you thought about just how far he would stretch you out. 

Trevor hissed against your mouth, his frame suddenly drawing up tight. He bit at your bottom lip; tugged at it and growled around it.

“Fuck the foreplay. I think we’re both plenty ready.”

You murmured an affirmative sound against his lips, and he straightened himself up from you.

This time, you shamelessly admired his whole body as he moved to his bedside table and rummaged around in its drawer for a condom. A trickle of precum had leaked from the bulbous, red tip of his cock. There was a slight curve to his erection that you knew would press against that sweet spot tucked up inside of you just perfectly. It twitched against his fingers as he shakily rolled a condom down its length. 

When he turned to you, he was grinning again. Your lower abdomen felt like it’d been turned to liquid. And as he grabbed you by the hips and yanked your ass to the very edge of his bed, spreading your thighs for himself, you felt that liquid seep from you. You briefly wondered if you’d ever been wetter; quickly decided you hadn’t. 

Trevor reached down between the two of you to guide his cock. You felt him bump up against your sex. He made a few jerking passes up and down your slit, teasing you, nudging maddeningly briefly up against your throbbing clit before going back down to press against your entrance. 

Your mouth dropped open when he finally eased his cock into your pussy. As your body stretched to accommodate him, pain bloomed deep inside you. He buckled forward, planting his hands outside your shoulders. You watched him wince and felt yourself grimacing, as well.

“Fuck,” he hissed through grit teeth. “You’re so fucking tight.”

You tried to say that no, maybe he was just big, but then he canted hips further, fully sheathing himself with a quiet squelch. Your words turned into a mewl. He chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah… Thaaat’s it, sugar,” he breathed, straightening himself up again and yanking you even closer to him by your hips, until you could feel his balls pressing warm and soft against your ass. “Make those pretty little sounds for me.”

And then he was fucking you. And it was good. Really good. So good that even if you didn’t want to make “pretty little sounds for him,” they would’ve involuntarily bubbled up out of you anyways.

Every thrust of his hips sent a burst of achey pleasure coursing through your insides. He was so close—perfectly painfully, utterly pleasurably close—to being too thick for you to handle, and yet the generous slick your sex had sopped itself with made it easy for him to piston in and out of you. Each jab into you knocked a grunt from his scarred, parted lips and a wet whimper from your own. 

His pace quickly became messy. Faster. Jagged. You clutched at the threadbare comforter beneath you. Watched, and adored, the faint ripple of hidden muscle flexing and unflexing beneath the fat of his stomach as he fucked you while he watched every tantalizing bounce of your breasts. The heady scent of sex quickly filled the room, mingling with the wet sounds of your bodies smacking against each other, making your head swim.

Just a minute into it, Trevor suddenly drove forward as far as he could. You let out a keening moan as you felt him fully bury himself inside of you, your core on the verge of completely melting down from the sheer goodness of being so incredibly full of him.

“You look so fucking good at the end of my boy,” Trevor growled, moving his hands from the bed to your tits. He greedily filled each hand with one, your plush skin overflowing from the spaces between his fingers. “Like a fucking dream, baby. Shit, shit, shit, I–I love you. I love you so, so fucking much.”

His voice warbled over the sentiment. He began to thrust again, going hard, his movements shallow but primal, keeping his cock almost entirely buried inside of you. Itching, hot tension moved through your guts. You threw your head back. Reached out and grabbed at his forearms as his hold on your breasts turned crazed and almost painful. Felt the hard muscle under his scar–spattered skin as he held onto you and you onto him. 

As quickly as it’d appeared, the tension inside of you mounted up. Every swing of his hips, every huffed breath, every gravelly groan, inched you closer and closer to a climax that was approaching with reckless abandon. 

“Trevor,” you managed to gasp out. “I–I’m gonna cum.”

“Good, good, g–good girl,” Trevor rasped above you. “C’mon, c’mon. Cum for me; cum all over that dick, sweetness.”

The tension swirled and condensed, cinching up every aching muscle of your pussy. With one drawn–out moan, Trevor thrust into you as deep as he could once more and you came completely undone.

Climax ripped through you. Your back, damp with sweat, arched off the bed. Static burst behind your closed eyes. Your pussy clenched and unclenched around his cock with the strength of a coiled spring shooting out then being pressed down again, over and over. In the white–hot haze of orgasm, you didn’t even notice that Trevor had stopped his thrusting until you felt his cock begin to pulsate right against your sweet spot, milked by the fluttering walls of your sex. 

“I love you, I love you, I love you!” he whined.

He collapsed atop you once he was finished.

The two of you raced to catch your breaths. For how long, you didn’t know. All you knew was that, with his chest pressed against yours, the sweat of his skin mingling with yours and his cock slowly going soft inside of you, you felt more satisfied than you ever had before.

[stat1cstarz]

TREVOR PHILIPS

NSFW ALPHABET

Not into Trevor at the moment.. but haven’t seen anyone else do him, so I felt like doing it.

Warnings:rough sex,absolutely filthy bastard

Genre:smut

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He barely takes care of himself, if you’ve seen his trailer you know what I’m talking about. I doubt the shower works anyways, but he’s still mindful of you, and he’ll try to take care of you. Either getting you something to eat, like take out, getting you a drink,etc.. his favorite form of after care though is cuddling you. Just ignore the stench.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He’s pretty insecure I feel, so he doesn’t really like any part of his body, but I’d go with his arms and his dick. His arms because they’re practically weapons for him, and if he didn’t have them he’d probably be broke, or dead. His dick because, well, you know how he is.. he’s a hoe, but we still love him

For you, he loves your ass, he loves thick girls to. So if you have a fat ass, he’s gonna call them his stress balls, cause he’ll take out all his emotions on it. He’ll spank it,bite it,lick it, he has no boundaries when it comes to ass.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He’d prefer if it was on you, he doesn’t see a point of cumming inside you since he’s probably infertile anyways. But whenever he cums,he usually gives you a lot, he likes saving it all for you. But he’ll try to aim for your chest or ass, but he’ll cum in you if you tell him to, but it won’t be the first place he goes for.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I don’t know why, but I see him as the type to wanna get pegged by his partner, he wouldn’t be super open to it though, since he feels like it would ruin his image. But if you’re able to get past that, he’s good with it, he can be a bratty sub to though.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s experienced, he’s had sex on multiple occasions, so he knows what he’s doing. He’s also pretty smart, so he’d pick up quickly on what you like. Where to touch you,your kinks,etc..

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Doggy style, he loves ass. I also feel like he’d be into full Nelson to, mainly cause he likes to be rough with you. He likes that he can hold you by your throat,while slamming inside you at a inhuman pace(probably cause he just snorted some bath salts)

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Serious, only goofy on accident

He’s pretty humorous, especially around you,Micheal,and Franklin. But he sees sex as something serious, he feels like being funny would ruin it, and the mood. He’d also believe that all his progress went out the window, especially if he wanted to try something new, or tried to do something romantic.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Bob Ross bush, he doesn’t shave anything except his face. He’d shave it if that’s what you’d prefer, but if not, he’s just gonna leave it alone.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He’s pretty rough on you, but he can still be romantic. He’d light candles for you in the bedroom, than shove you face down, ass up into the bed. That’s just how he is lol.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He jerks off pretty frequently, but not when you’re home. He only jerks off at work or when he’s in Los Santos or outside of Sandy shores and can’t get help from you. He does like jerking off around you though, like mutual masturbation or voyeurism/having you watch.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Daddy/Mommy kink, slapping,spanking,bondage

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere, literally, anywhere. He has no respect for other people,and he’s a cracked out killer, he’d fuck you in front of a playground if he was horny enough.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Meth, I don’t know if a high libido comes with being high, but when he’s high he’s practically begging for you.

Or when you compliment him, like tell him he’s handsome,hot, etc.. he’s gonna be all over you

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Degrading,he only talks to people he hates like that,and he doesn’t wanna think of them. He’s also insecure already, and wouldn’t wanna be talked to like that,especially from his partner

He also wouldn’t wanna include blood,shit,or piss

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He prefers receiving, mainly cause he never gave oral, and doesn’t know what he’s doing. So you’d have to warm him up to it, but don’t push him. Than he’ll just get uninterested in oral all together

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Rough and fast, CBAT shit

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s ok with them, if you’re horny enough or if he is, he wouldn’t mind getting you off.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Pretty risky, and ok with experimenting, only if you’re ok with it. But if you tell him about something, he’d be down to try it. One thing he likes is public sex. One time he took you to a drive in theater, it was pretty crowded, with cars everywhere.

But he decided to try some cockwarming, so there you were, him buried balls deep inside you, on the back of his truck, while a movie was playing

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He’s athletic, and usually cracked out on speed, so he can go for about 3-4 rounds till he’s tired or someone’s overstimulated. He’s also got enough experience to last a while, he prefers if you cum first anyways, so he’ll try to cum after you

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He’s good with toys, he’s willing to use them on you or himself. Wanna try double penetration? He’s got enough dildos for both of y’all. You like vibrators? What level do you want? You like anal? He’s ready for that to

In conclusion: he’s prepared for whatever you throw at him

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves teasing you, making you beg for him makes him hard as a rock.

He also likes being teased, it gives him a reason to punish you and spank you, especially if you tease him around the two other cunts, or try to get attention from Franklin or Micheal. Or if you embarrass him around some important people or business partners

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Loud as hell, the whole trailer park can hear him.

He prefers making growls and grunts to, it’s rare they you’ll catch him moaning

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He loves fucking you while you’re drunk, or on your period. He loves that you’re so horny for him, and you just need him inside you. He wouldn’t fuck you on you period tho, but he wouldn’t mind fingering you. He wouldn’t want blood on his dick, but he gets blood on fingers a lot so he wouldn’t mind it.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

I know that he says he’s not big, but he is

I’ve seen him in just his underwear, and dear lord-

He’s about 9 inches, and 10 when erect. He’s also pretty girthy, but he’s mainly long. He’s not super big in terms of weight, but he’s about 6’1-6’3, so he’s got a good amount of length on him.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

High as shit, he’d fuck you everyday if overstimulation wasn’t a issue

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He goes to sleep late and wakes up late. You always fall asleep first,he also wants to make sure you’re safe to before he decides to sleep

[nevergonnasimpyoumikey]

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Since it has been ALMOST A FUCKING YEAR since I last did these, I've included a summary under read more!

Move on Think about it Help him

You have to swallow a couple of times after reading Trevor's letter. You really were an asshole, huh? If he's being honest, your accusations were false, and if you'd taken just a while to calm down and think it through, you might have realized that. You could have walked away. You didn't have to beat him and leave him lying in the alley like a stranger.

Your bad choices led Trevor to prison and made you lonely again. Well fucking done.

The least you can do for both your sake is to help him.

You tear away a page from a notebook and write a reply, short and straight to the point.

I'll come pick you up, just let me know the time. I'm sorry for what I did, Trevor.

You include the motel's phone number, address, and your room number — still the same place you were staying at with Trevor, just a smaller room — and mail the letter the next day.

The next time he writes, it's just his release date and time, and you make the life-changing three hour drive to the prison in the small hours of December 5th, 1985.

Summary, although you can just read the whole thing in the tag #interactive story: paths - Michael and Trevor met like in canon - They had to abandon Trevor's (boss's) plane because they killed the guy that Michael stole the guns from and the guy's partner got pissed off - Michael and Trevor became friends and robbed gas stations etc. for money for a while - The readers accidentally made Michael homophobic - Michael and Trevor found regular work (selling drugs counts) - Trevor suggested they get an apartment since they are staying, Michael agreed - Michael noticed Trevor looking at a guy -> Trevor admitted he'd been selling drugs at a gay bar -> Michael realizes Trevor is gay but he doesn't admit it - They fought, Michael beat Trevor up and left him lying in an alley (breathing and conscious) (the readers didn't get a choice here since I am evil, there was a vote on whether to continue the story or not) - Trevor disappeared and sent Michael a letter from prison (this is in the previous part)

[rreskk]

hai girly :3 trevor and reader pregnancy kink during fun times but don’t get the reader knocked up thx

All done booby. ENJOY (sorry if it's all over the place, I'm hyper on caffeine and sleep deprived)

Summary: Trevor returned after hiding with Michael. There was only one way to greet each other.

TW: -Smut

Pairings: Fem!reader/Trevor Philips

Word count: 1438

Trevor’s eyes dilated once you were in close proximity to him. It’s been too long, too long. He had to hide out with Michael after the Martin Madrazo incident, and boy did he HATE long distant phone calls. Every time you both tried to sext, Michael would be in the background demanding Trevor to get “a room”, or the distorted line of his crappy phone disclosed your attempts of mutual masturbation. But… Now you were here. In front of him.

Finally.

Words couldn’t describe how fast he reached for your shirt, draping you into his forbidden scent of alcohol and gasoline. It would make any person wretch, but you? It felt like a warm embrace. Although he was so unironically filthy, he was your piece of filth. Trevor’s nose dug in the crook of your neck, breathing heavily in response to his overwhelming sensation of neediness and desperation. After weeks of being separated and detached, Trevor had made many promises from over the phone. Trevor promised to make his absence all worthwhile the second he’d rejoin you back in Los Santos. You could tell he was struggling to decide which promise to act upon. His body was shaking with anticipation and energy. There was no need of vocal communication as when he finally stepped foot in your apartment, his lips were directly greeted with yours.

You both stumbled through the hallway, afraid to part and lose contact of each other. Trevor’s hands were tightly bruising your jaw and neck, kissing you with all his unresolved tension. The roughness made it hard for you to find your way to the bedroom. Every time his nails dug an inch deeper in your skin, you’d squirm in delight; savouring his discourse and urging to feel him more.

The bedroom door slammed open after Trevor attempted many times to turn the handle. Within an instant, he lifted you by the thighs and marched towards the bed, still smothering your face with his selfish lips. You were relieved to feel the bed underneath you while the man threw off his shirt before pressing his hips against yours again, forcing you to stay down onto the mattress. His hungry groans would soon turn into desperate whimpers and short whines. Trevor was so engrossed in your touch that he was losing all sense of reality.

“I missed you,” He’d repeat throughout the intense kisses, his long fingers outlining your figure and occasionally groping your inner thighs and ass into lessening the space between you both. Trevor felt your hands adventure his back; teasing his skin, caressing his muscles, scratching with meaning. He felt your tips trickle across his spine as he carried on abusing your lips and neck. The promise, the promise. You wonder which one he’s thinking of.

Eternity ended short-notedly. Trevor groaned in disbelief when you pulled away from the passionate kisses. He intended to dive into your neck again. His eyes, gleaming at your contempt that disregarded anymore of his affections, fixated on you stripping. Trevor was so focussed on your lips that he hadn’t of noticed your shirt that was now loosely wrapped around your neck. He grinned, helping you lift it around your head, throwing it across the room as he admired your divine body. He fucking missed this. He missed painfully pleasuring every inch of your skin. Like Hell, he didn’t know what to do with himself. He sat on your lap, smirking from ear to ear at the heavenly sculpture of your curves and breasts. He knew exactly what promise he wanted to prove now.

Risky? Sure… But Trevor was all about the risk. He loves playing with fire. There was no second-thoughts. The man leaned against your ear, his breath hitching; “I want to see you so bloated baby, so bloated with my fuckin’ cum.”

You shivered directly after he spoke. You wanted him to continuous speak such unlawful, dirty fantasies as he fucks you hard. Trevor watched you intensively imagine what the next hour would look like, and it made him joyful beyond belief. He licked and nibbled your earlobe, slowly pulling down his trousers and underwear in one go. Countless times you’ve seen his size but never before have you seen him so disturbed and thirsty. His dick practically twitched and throbbed in his hand, extended in an ungodly length. Trevor, while not being the average size, suddenly looked down with a huge grin. He was proud, all prepared, extremely excited.

“Trevor…” You whispered, feeling him lift your legs and basing them around his bruised, and tattooed neck. The legs over shoulders missionary wasn’t your usual position, but for a special occasion like this, it was both your first times. “Oh Fuck,” You felt Trevor already grinding his raw erection against your clothed sex. Counting down to three, he ripped your panties off without caution. The impact left friction burns on your warm skin.

“Fuck, fuck… Fuckin’ beautiful!” Protested Trevor as he began lining himself up. One of his hands kept your legs steady, and the other one helplessly grabbed onto your neck and collarbone. He rocked in his hips and…

“OH!-“ He slammed himself inside you relentlessly. That gasp from your pretty little mouth made Trevor squeal in pleasure. He started off slow, his hand falling from your neck to your tits, gripping and toying while his pace remained safe… For now.

Trevor bit into his bottom lip, eyes ruthlessly scanning your body as he began increasing the pace. He wanted to fill you up, so badly, he was eager; words couldn’t describe, every motion began tipping forward, he was growing desperate, your soft moans… The way your breasts shook at his thrusts… Fuck, he needed all of you. Trevor grunted, “Fuck-“ And kept your legs around his shoulders while he desperately abused your sex, “I’m gonna treat you well, sugar. Fuck… FUCK!” He was unable to speak but he still tried; “P-Please… Fuck me, ohhh… I’m gonna FILL you up, baby, FUCK!”

“Trevor!” You begged, “Oh my god!”

His aggressive nature couldn’t be compared. In all your experience, Trevor (despite his informality and… Unusual approach to romance) had the talents of making you so wet and horny. The sight of him thrusting in and out, his teeth nailing into his bottom lip; his thin hair slowly dampening with sweat, his chest inflating and deflating as his breaths were rapid and complex. You maintained eye contact, your mouth open ajar to let your moans escape effortlessly.  

“[y/n]-“

It grew severely captivating now.

“Fuck… Taking my cock so well, GOD!-“ Trevor whimpered, “I MISSED YOU! BABY-“ His hips slammed into yours again; “I’m gonna fill you UP!”

The neighbours could possibly hear this.

“THE FUCK UP! OH… Yeahhhh…” And he wasn’t going to stop his obnoxious dirty talk. You grinned, you didn’t want him to stop anyway.

Feeling his hand rush back to your neck, one more thrust (you predicted), one more thrust and you were gonna lose it. Your eyes teared up at the sensation. Your stomach had butterflies that was pressuring you to reach your climax sooner…

“Mghn.” Trevor grunted, fucking your pussy once again with a good push.

“OH, TREVOR! FUCK!” He snapped his head up and watched you exhale as cum began coating his flaming cock. He grumbled with a smirk, “Ohhh… You fuckin’ Angel. You wait until I cum in you, sugar. You’re all mine.”

Returning to his honourable duties, Trevor only pulled your legs right up and around his shoulders. You clenched your thighs together, cutting off his circulation; making the man grow red in the face as veins appeared upon his forehead. Trevor grinded his teeth in concentration, rapidly fucking you throughout your orgasm until he could throw his head back and unload his fluids within the warmth of your body. He made sure he was DEEP inside, gasping for air- gasping through the suffocation of your thighs.

“[Y/N], OHH… FUCK, FUCK!”

Trevor’s body shook in ecstasy and his dick slowly descended from your sex. His cum drooled from your body as he rubbed off the remainder of his boner, whining.

You felt so warm now. You were melting in the sheets, thankful that you had both fought against the tension of being apart for so long. Trevor caressed your knees and slowly leaned forward, planting soft kisses on your chest and neck. His body fell lifelessly onto yours, turning you into a human pillow as he carried on mumbling his loyalty and devotion into your ear.

“Mmm… Love you.” His weak voice rumbled from beside your head.

You smiled. It was nice to have him back home.

[loserme-hello79]

*Trevor and Michael, while in a high speed chase with the cops*

Trevor: SLUGBUG! *punches Michael straight in the face*

[beetleblunt]

All dolled up

Summary: TRIKEY HURT!!!!

TW: drunk driving?

Words: 1,082

ao3 link

Trevor shifted in his seat, glancing down at his phone to check the time.

8:27

He grimaced, looking around the dimly lit bar for any sign of his so called “date”. Not that Michael really knew it was a date. Trevor had called him last night, asking to meet for drinks at a place much fancier than the two would usually spend their time together.

“Drinks? You’re kidding.” Michael sighed.

“Not in the slightest, sweetheart,” Trevor said, a little too chipper, “c’mon, it’s not like you’ve got anything better to do.” he added more aggressively.

“Actually I do,” Michael griped back, “and I’m tired of gettin’ dragged to whatever dinky little shack you’ll call a bar for the night!”

“Like what?” Trevor laughed, “Chain smoke by the pool? Listen to your wife get porked by the pool boy because she doesn’t even like you enough to let you watch? Besides, it’s a nice place, ya ungrateful fuck.”

“A nice place?” This seemed to pique Michaels interest enough for him to forget the prior insult, “I’d like to see your idea of a nice place.”

Trevor growled, “Oh you will!” he shouted quickly “I’ll send you the address, be there at eight.” with that, he hung up before Michael could protest, or before he could piss him off even more.

Trevors leg started to bounce and he twitched as he waited, thinking about their last phone call. Sure Michael hadn’t said yes, but he didn’t say no either, and he did say he wanted to see his idea of a nice place, did he show up and decide it wasn’t nice enough? it wasn’t the fucking Ritz, but it was a nice club on Vinewood, a change from the small, smoke and violence filled bars the two were used to. As hard as he tried to stay calm, it was useless. The minutes passing by felt like hours, and Trevor was not a patient man.

A server timidly approached the table, hoping to not make eye contact with him. Luckily for her, he was spaced out, his feet propped on the table, fidgeting with the hem of the red dress that barely made it to his mid thigh.

“Sir? Could I.. uh could I get you anything to drink?”she managed, her eyes trained on the blood stained work boots resting atop the table, clearly terrified.

Trevor’s head snapped up at the sound of another voice, and he glared up at her for a second, “Sure. Sure, yeah yeah yeah, whatever” he spat quickly, waving his hand in a dismissive gesture “ugh, just fucking whiskey, neat. And keep ‘em comin”

As the server scurried off without another word, Trevor stood up, took another strained look around the bar, and then made his way to the bathroom. When he got in, the two men, and the couple making out in there quickly cleared out, and as soon as they did, Trevor pulled his phone from the small purse he’d resigned himself to carrying tonight, given his lack of pockets, and tried to call Michael.

After several rings, Michaels voice came through “You’ve reached Michael De Santa, leave a message.” it said, confidently

Trevor’s grip on his phone tightened, “Heeeey, you fat fucking snaaaake, it’s me!” he began, dragging out his words in a sickeningly sweet tone, one that was specifically designed to incite fear and make his offenders skin crawl. The sweetness in his voice didn’t last, and he said the rest through gritted teeth, “The best friend you’ve left waiting at the bar, either call me back or get here, prick.” he hung up, and tried to call again. After several more tries, and strongly worded voicemails, he gave up, looking at himself in the mirror and sighing loudly. The plan was meant to be simple, ask Mikey out for drinks, take him somewhere nice, show up all dolled up, maybe a handy or two under the table, and ignite something deeper than the rocky friendship they’d been navigating since reuniting. Something like what they had back in North Yankton.

A neat glass of whiskey was waiting in the center of Trevor’s table when he got back. Not even bothering to look around again, he sat down and took a drink, savoring the slight burning in his throat. Soon, his drink was empty, and just as requested, he was brought another.

A few drinks turned into several, and after a while Trevor was looking far more disheveled than usual, slumped down in his chair, with hot silent tears streaming down his face, which was slightly smeared with the lipstick he’d stolen from the drugstore on his way into town. The thin straps of his dress fell off his shoulders a bit ago, and his dress had rode down, allowing more of his hairy chest to peek out. Normally he’d have been kicked out well before this point, but he’d actually been relatively well behaved even without Michaels presence, the most he’d done in the past few hours was hit on a few other patrons who quickly passed him by, and mumble strings of profanities directed at his traitorous friend.

A loud crash suddenly rang through the still busy club. Trevor’s empty glass was now shattered on the floor, and he was making his was towards the exit with a few worried staff on his tail shouting something about bills and damages. A firm hand landed on his shoulder when he passed the door.

“Hey, fruitca-”

Before the bouncer could even finish his insult, Trevor spun on his heel and connected their foreheads with a loud crack, sending the other man crumpling to the ground.

When Trevor finally found his truck, he at least managed to fumble his keys out of his bag and get them into the ignition before everything around him faded to black.

When semi-proper consciousness and sight finally returned to him, all Trevor could see was the shattered remains of his Bodhi’s windshield, and the large, dented, metal gate just ahead of him. Letting his eyes drift shut and his head fall to the steering wheel, he didn’t bother looking up when he heard quick footsteps paired with his best friends broken voice, nor when three more equally worried and irritating voices broke through his haze. He felt too heavy to move, and suddenly wasn’t sure what he’d say even if he could, so instead he let the heavy fog in his mind take his body over yet again.

[theautisticcentre]

DE PHILLIPS

Father figure!Trevor Philips x De Santa!Reader

Y/F/N = Your fake name.

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Ever since you could remember, you had been living out in Sandy Shores with Trevor Phillips. You didn't much know of your actual parents, but you knew they fought. A lot. Your mother was involved in the stripper business, and your father was a notorious robber. Whatever they were like, one day, while you were out alone in the snow, Trevor found and ran away with you.

And you never saw your family again.

Today, you walked into the trailer you and Trevor shared covered in blood, finding Wade there. After a few seconds silence, you explained, "Oh, uh, don't worry, none of this is mine." Wade replied, "OK...You seen Trevor?" You shook your head, and went to shower. After a quick 10 minutes, you left the trailer with Wade, only to find Trevor walking up to the porch, causing Wade to hide.

"Heya, dad," you said, before looking to Wade, as Trevor said to him, "Get back here...You're not even hidden. Have you got it?" Wade then defeatedly said, "I've been trying, Trevor." Trevor then gestured to him to climb up, only to punch him as he did, causing you to laugh. "Ah, so, uh, I thought you were locating Michael Townley," you asked.

"There's two Michael Townley's living in Los Santos. One is 83 and the other one is in Kindergarten. I asked her to put him on the phone just to be safe...She threatened to call the cops. I ain't no molester, Y/N!" Trevor angrily respon to Wade with, "Shut up before I molest you, alright! Now, is there anything else?" Wade slowly got to his feet and responded, "I-I looked through the photo directory. I did find a Michael De Santa. About the right age, married with two kids."

"What's his wife's name?", asked Trevor.

"...Amanda."

You and Trevor knew it was Michael.

"It's him. I'll wait in the truck," you said, getting into Trevor's truck. After another few minutes of talking between Trevor, Wade and Ron, all of you except for Ron set off for the trailer park of the Lost MC, set to tie up a loose end. "So, how we doing this?", you asked, causing Trevor to reply, "We're gonna be giving them quite the explosive suprise, my dear son/daughter/child." You were quick to catch the hint.

"Um...that might be nice, but, y'know, I'm starting to get a little wet over here," said Wade, as rain started to pour as Trevor drove. "Hey, so am I, and I ain't complaining," you responded, causing Trevor to laugh. After a few more minutes of driving, you pulled up just outside the Lost MC base. Trevor said, "Wait here, kiddies. Daddy's going to work."

Later...

You and Wade were talking when multiple trailers were blown up, catching you both off guard. As you looked to the scene, you spotted Trevor walking back, a smile on his face. As he got into the truck, you noted, "Well, the Lost are gonna be living up to their name." Trevor nodded, and said, "That they are, kid. Now, let's waste no more time. Let's go find my old buddy." And with that, you three set off on the drive to Los Santos.

"This Michael Townley must've pissed you off real bad, if you wanna find him so much," said Wade. "He didn't piss me off. The guys that killed him, the government bureau. They pissed me off," replied Trevor, before he noticed a bit of blood on your knuckles. "The fuck happened?", he asked, causing you to reply, "Oh, uh, some homophobe was preaching. I preached into his face." Trevor smiled.

As the drive continued, you could sense Wade getting bored. Your sense of compassion took over, and you asked, "Hey, Wade, I got a story if you wanna hear it." Wade immediately, joyfully said, "I like stories!" You smiled and said, "Of course you do. This one's about a troll named...Y/F/N."

"Y/F/N was born to two other, shittier trolls named Amy and Michelle. Amy worked at a strip joint before and Michelle robbed people from under his bridge. Now, Y/F/N wasn't happy. Amy and Michelle argued a lot, and Y/F/N's siblings, James and Trishie, weren't any better. One day, when little Y/F/N was five years old, and left alone in the cold, Y/P ran into a boy named...Trisha. He ran way with Y/F/N, away from the snow, away from the police, away from everything."

"And they lived happily ever after?", asked Wade, to which you answered, "In a way. But the details are for another day." As you replied, you spotted it. The big sprawl of fake and greed.

Los Santos.

You drove to a nearby hill. As you pulled up, you and Trevor got out and walked to the edge, and Trevor said, "So, Michael...this is where dead men come back to life, hmm?" You followed up with, "...Nearly 10 years. Oh, but you didn't even bother looking, did ya, father?...You fucking fuck!" Trevor finished with, "I grieved for you! You weren't even fucking dead...you were my best friend. Well, guess who's coming to shit on your doorstep, you fuck!" With that, you both walked back to the truck, and drove off.

"My cousin lives in a condo in Vespucci Beach," said Wade. You nodded, and you were headed there. "So, Y/N, what you gonna have to say to your old pops when you see him again?", asked Trevor. You thought for a second, before saying, "Well, he certainly won't like my words, that's for fucking sure."

And after another drive, you arrived at the condo. Wade got out and quickly made his way to the front door, you and Trevor not too far behind. "Floyd, it's me, Wade!" "Who?" "Me, Wade, your cousin!" "Who?"

Trevor then kicked the door open, knocking over Floyd in the process.

"Your cousin! Fuck! He's come to visit you, you rude fuck." You three made your way inside. You looked around, and told Floyd, "Nice place. Now you got any Sprunk, E-Cola, shit like that?" Floyd gestured to the fridge, in which you found a can of Sprunk, and swigged it down.

You were gonna need the energy for what you and Trevor had planned.

THE END.

[cutepervert]

Ron was becoming so much of a well rounded character in my story that I made a playlist of music he puts on the radio show when he’s busy doing Trevortivities (Trevor Activities)

[derangedandbestfriend]

a little something i just wrote about trevor in the aftermath of michael's death

death wasn't new to trevor, so his first kill didn't affect him as much as it probably should. the sight was disgusting and terrifying and he'd never forget the smell of burning flesh, but it didn't turn him crazy or overwhelmed by guilt. soon, with the career he chose, he became so accustomed with death, that it didn't even scare him anymore. the suicidal thoughts and lack of care for his own life were a big part of his life since childhood, so that didn't bother him either. death was safe, death was familiar.

but nothing, absolutely nothing could've prepared him for michael townley's death.

it wasn't brutal by any means, at least not by his standards, but that didn't stop it from being the worst fucking thing trevor has ever witnessed. those few tragic seconds were enough to traumatize him for the rest of his life.

every time he closed his eyes he saw michael's lifeless, bleeding body. it wasn't like in all these movies michael forced him to watch. it all happened so fast, there was no time for last words, last wishes or last kisses.

trevor used to hate michael's movies. they were all fake and unrealistic and he watched them just for michael's sake. but now he wished so fucking badly to have something straight out of them. he wanted nothing more than to sit with michael's head on his lap during his last moments and tell him everything that he was too afraid to say before. how his love only grew from the moment they met. how michael was the only thing keeping him alive. how he wanted to cry and scream and destroy everything in sight whenever michael would go back to amanda. how, despite the growing distance and resentment between them, trevor would still always choose michael's life, michael's safety, michael's happines over his own.

he wondered if michael would let trevor kiss him then. he was always so reluctant to display any affection in public, the fear of his biggest secret being discovered was too much. and trevor understood that, he really did, but that didn't mean his heart didn't sink every fucking time michael refused to even grab his hand when someone could see them. maybe the cops would be enough for michael to shut off completely. or maybe, just maybe in his last moments he'd finally stop caring about other people and be himself, even if just that one time. maybe the truth about their hidden love would even make it to the news alongside the information about their deaths. what a perfect fucking way to be remembered. trevor philips—michael townley's partner in crime, best friend and lover.

but he couldn't have that. michael died in mere seconds, his last words were meaningless and so many things were left unsaid between them. he wanted to scream.

he thought about their actual last kiss and how he was the only person alive who even knew about it. michael held him just a little tighter than usual. they were just about to get inside that fucking cash depot and there was desperation in michael's eyes before he pulled trevor in for a long kiss that was broken only when brad yelled at them from around the corner. it was beautiful, heart wrenching and so emotional that even thinking about it made trevor want to smash his head against the nearest wall until he passed out.

most of the time he did.

[moonlightkitties]

About to write a trevor x reader fic where reader and trevor aren't dating but she's super jealous of Mrs. Madrazo

Think I'm gonna cook chat idk

[gtafest]

Feels Like Summer (GTA Summer Fest 2023)

It's a cruel summer, late nights in the middle of June, this summer's gonna hurt like a motherfucker

Welcome to the GTA Summer Fest 2023! Creators of any kind are hereby invited to join the event: whether it's art, fics, roleplay scenes, screenshots from the games, memes, mood boards, headcanons or something I can't even imagine to mention here! All GTA games and all characters, including OC's, are welcome.

This time the theme is summer songs! You're free to use your favorite summer-themed songs as inspiration for your work but I'd also love for every participant to send an ask or a message with a few of your favorite songs so I can make a post with them, and maybe others can find some inspiration from those if needed!

Other than that, there's no need to sign up, just post your work in July or before August 15th with the tag #gtafest and tag this blog (notice the new hashtag and name since the events aren't only for GTA V anymore!). If you do NSFW work, please censor it and link the full work somewhere.

Happy creating and have a lovely summer! <3 Consider reblogging this post for visibility.

mod: @nevergonnasimpyoumikey

[tigertofu]

💌 = ao3 | 💞 = mild nsfw | 💗 = explicit smut |❓ = requested

18+ only ! minors DNI.

please heed the tags on my ao3 fics !

❀ longfics ❀

A Toxic Strain | E | Trevor/Female OC | 220k words, complete 💌💗

After a territory dispute with dispensary owner Franklin Clinton, 23-year-old Kacie Ocampo is coerced into abandoning her simple life of slinging dime bags of homegrown weed on Vespucci Beach and relocating to Sandy Shores to work for a violent, unpredictable criminal: Trevor Philips. A storm of conflicting emotions brews within Kacie as she falls victim to Trevor's manipulation while also harboring intense feelings of attraction to him - a storm that threatens her senses of morality and rationality with obliteration. She finds herself dragged into increasingly dangerous situations as Trevor tangles with a vengeful gang of bikers, his own mental instability, and a past that he refuses to let go of.

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Growing Pains | E | Trevor/Female OC | 230k words, complete 💌💗

Kacie and Trevor's first few months as a couple have passed by in a hedonistic haze of sex, drugs, and petty crime. A toxic codependency has taken root, and neither of them have even tried to mitigate its growth. Trevor is more than happy to have an unlimited source of affection and attention, and so long as she's having fun with him, Kacie cares about little else. But a series of bad choices - some made by her, some made by him - may be enough to make things decidedly unfun.

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Burning in Heaven | E | Trevor/Female OC | 34k words, WIP 💌💗

After starting a new life together in their totally–legally–obtained home in Rockford Hills, Kacie and Trevor are hard at work finding their footing in Los Santos. Getting Trevor’s new lifestyle coaching career off the ground has turned out to be no small feat, and the couple have turned to more familiar ways of squeezing profit from the city’s scores of drug–addicted citizens in the meantime. Though their work is challenging, more strenuous problems arise. Their relationship has finally levelled out into their own twisted (yet mostly happy) version of domestic bliss, but as an old flame is reignited and a new one is set, their peace is threatened by more than just the dangers of Los Santos’ criminal underbelly.

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Handsome in an Ugly Way | E | Trevor/Fem!Reader | 27k words, WIP 💌💗

You're a clerk at a liquor store in Sandy Shores. The job is mind-numbingly boring and most of the customers are assholes. But one customer, the biggest asshole of them all, has caught your eye. And on one particular night, he notices you looking at him.

❀ headcanon lists ❀

my stupid-long list of general trevor headcanons 💞

trevor w/ pregnant fem!reader & their baby 💞❓

north yankton trevor w/ photographer fem!reader 💞❓

general north yankton era headcanons about trevor, michael, and brad ❓

trevor as a husband and father ❓

hate to love w/ fem!reader & north yankton era trevor 💞❓

north yankton trevor w/ a goth fem!reader 💗❓

❀ oneshots/short fics ❀

fem!reader meeting & hooking up w/ trevor 💗

north yankton trevor meeting & falling for fem!reader who is into boxing 💞❓

post ending-b trevor/fem!reader who reminds him of michael 💌❓

sandy shores exhile era trevor/michael 💌

fem!reader surprises trevor in lingerie 💌💗

chubby and shy fem!reader/trevor 💗❓️(+ separate ao3 link)

[stat1cstarz]

Voyeur!Trevor Philips

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦*ੈ✩‧₊˚ VOYEURISM - BREEDING KINK -CUNNILINGUS/ORAL-P IN V

DEC *ੈ✩‧₊˚ After Trevor finding out you had to deal with an ex, he got his revenge, in the best way possible. Maybe for you, but not the ex..

GENRE *ੈ✩‧₊˚ SMUT

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Ever since you’ve moved to Sandy Shores, where you live with your current boyfriend Trevor, you hadn’t had many run ins, fortunately with your Ex. You also told Trevor about this Ex to, he knew they were an asshole, and he knew that if he ever did meet them they’d be dead with in a second. He also took measures to keep you away from them, not wanting you to deal with them.

But you weren’t surprised when Trevor walked into the trailer, your ex shirtless, only in his boxers with a trash bag over his head, the scent of shit and a musky cologne lingering off of them.

“Trevor, what the fuck is going on?”

He quickly answered your question, throwing the man to the ground, ripping off the trash bag. The man was terrified, and vulnerable, his pupils small and eyes buggy.

“Recognize him? Found him outside the trailer. Fucker thought he was smart”

You stared at your lover in disbelief, and confusion. You continued to stare at him, Trevor seemed proud of himself though, arrogance surging through him as he pulled his aviators down to the bone of his nose bridge. He peered through his lashes, thinking of ways to torture him, until a lightbulb appeared in his head.

He went over to the man, who was now sat up, with a roughened rope tied around his wrist, squatting down to his level.

“Hey buddy, since you wanna see er’ naked so bad, how about I give you a treat?”

He went over to the kitchen, grabbing a wooden chair, setting your Ex in it. The entire time, you seemed zoned out, not paying attention to anything. But what he said seemed to get you to snap out of your dream-like state.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

You asked him, but him pouncing on you and corralling you to the couch answered your questions. He kept his eyes on your ex, making sure he was still paying attention to the scene that unfolded in front of him.

“Be grateful you’re getting this, catch me on a bad day and you’d be dead with in a second”

Trevor calls out to him, before eagerly sneaking his tongue into your mouth, your tongue fought his as well, forgetting that another male was in the room. You were only focused on Trevor, and what he planned on doing with you. He than slid down south, his face in front of your lower half. You kept eye contact with him the whole time as he pulled your pants down your legs.

He left you in just your underwear, your shirt had been thrown off due to his orders. You were practically bare to the elements, as T took in your heady scent. “God she smells so good, bet you missed this huh?” He chuckled out, watching as your ex grew hard in his boxers. He than hooked his teeth into your panties, sliding them down your limbs, before huffing out a warm breath over you.

You quickly gripped at his hairs, what little of it he had left. He than started to work at your clit, wiggling his tongue over the sensitive pearl. You began to grind against his face, pulling at his hair as he changed his pace every so often. “T, T fuck, don’t stop!” You cried out to your lover.

He continued eating you out, sliding in his thick middle finger, the texture was leathery and rough, but it felt amazing. You already felt your orgasm creeping up your spine, as a symphony of wines and moans left your pink lips. Your noises had Trevor getting erect in a matter of milliseconds, as he slid in two more fingers.

You felt the tight coil rip, your release coating his face. “Good girl, good girl” Trevor praised, picking up the cum on his face and sucking it off his digits. He than picked you up, ridding himself of his boxers and jeans, dropping them to his ankles before placing you in his lap. He had you in a full nelson position, your back coddled against his pecs, and his thick arms around your legs as your legs stuck up in the air.

He allowed your ex to get a good view of the position he had you in, letting him see you in all your glory, knowing it would be the last day he would see them, or anything for that matter.. “Pretty thing huh?” Trevor rasped working his fingers through your sex, massaging every part of your womanhood. He than slowly shoved himself inside you, thrusting inside of your snug hole at an inhuman pace. You moaned and cried out loudly, matching with his low rumbling grunts.

He pressed his lips in your neck, biting and sucking on it, as one hand moved up to your chest, ripping off the bralette that hugged your breasts. Shreds of the lace garment fell on the floor, revealing your swelled chest and pebbled nipples. One hand went to play with your nipples, the same two fingers that had been inside you earlier.

You wetness coated your buds, leaving a shine on them and the nearby plump flesh. Your ex whined the whole time, not getting any sense of relief from the growing erection. He tried to not look, but the scene was to much for him, it was hard to not stare.

His hand that was once on your breasts migrated south, playing with your clit. He quickly released from feeling your tightness, and hearing your whines. Bucket loads of his seed coated your walls, causing it to leak out. He than got you over the edge, pools of your combination leaked out your abused whole.

He slipped out of you, taking two fingers and spreading you open, letting your ex take in the view, as you rested in the after glow. He than took two digits, getting some seed on it and sucking on it. He than got up, placing you on the couch before going to your ex, dragging him outside. All you heard was the TV playing, rock music, and blood curdling screams.

You’re sure no one slept that night, especially you guys.

But for other reasons..

[nevergonnasimpyoumikey]

Did I write the first Franklin/Lamar/Jimmy fic? I think I might have. It's not as silly as it sounds but also... it's just as silly as it sounds.

Happy late birthday to @despitethecold! <33

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He only agreed to let Jimmy come over because he got tired of the constant begging and pleading. He knew that he was going to get pissed off at some point, but Jimmy wasn’t malicious. Just stupid. And lonely.

And somehow, Franklin seemed to attract stupid and lonely people who pissed him off.