#trevor phillips fanfiction

[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.

[marchsfreakshow]

Suggestive/18+

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

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

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

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

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

"..alright."

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

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

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

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

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

Your plan went perfectly.

@danzinmfndaze

[dearstvckyx]

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭

𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬

𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐨 𝐡𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ➜ 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

Location: Las Vegas

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thelunahughes life this past week ft this guy who offered me a seat in the coffee shop🫶🏻

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trevorzegras: …. IS THAT THE PHILLIP FUCKING GRAVES

⟶ thelunahughes: YES 😭 i ran into him at a coffee shop here in Vegas and he offered the chair across from him

lhughes_06: TELL HIM WE HATE HIM

⟶ thelunahughes: NO HES SO NICE IN PERSON LUKE

⟶ markestapa: HES A TRAITOR LUNA

⟶ thelunahughes: AND HES HOT OKAY!

jackhughes: THE WARREN KOLE WTF LUNA

⟶ thelunahughes: 😭😭😭

dixiedamelio: so this is my life now

⟶ thelunahughes: yup!

callofduty: that guy looks awfully familiar??

⟶ trevorzegras: LUNA YOU GOT FUCKING COD COMMENTING WHAT

⟶ thelunahughes: hey ducks boys can someone confirm that Z is alive and okay??

⟶ leocarlssoon: he’s… alive ?

(author: don’t ask me why i added warren i don’t know 😭)

[rreskk]

Hello!

I hope you're doing great!

Could you make some headcanons about Trevor being in relationship with teenager/young adult? (with +18/Reader of course lol)

Absolutely! :)

HEADCANONS: Trevor with a younger S/O

-He was surprised that he had fell for someone relatively younger than him (by relatively, I mean a lot).

-The youngest he’d go for would be 20. He feels gross to date someone within the 10s, which is respectfully fine.

-Trevor would constantly use the “I’m older, I’ve lived life longer” argument during heated debates when he’s clearly in the wrong. You’d have to face this one way or another.

-He’s extremely overprotective as he knows that some people can take advantage of youthful minds. He’s always within arm-reach and when I say he’ll kill someone for you, he would. Without hesitation.

-You dated him for the maturity but a few weeks, you realise he had none. It was fine though since you’ve fallen in love for the gremlin he is. Despite being younger, you do take a leading role and will step on the gas when needed. You’re aware of his instability.

-“Table for 2? Is this for you and your daughter?” “THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?”

-You’ll have to deal with people mistaking your relationship. Sometimes for silly reasons. He’d be kissing your neck in the grocery line when someone would blankly mistake him for your dad. It’s both gross and it makes Trevor extremely furious since he’s in the “prime of his life”, not old.

-Due to being younger, you are less financially stable so he’ll often transfer a few thousand into your bank. You’d try and refuse but he insists.

-In a way, he’s very glad that you’re younger since you have better stamina and health. This means that… Sex lasts longer. Trevor may need a breather every now and then but he dives right back in as you’re still ready to go. He loves that. He LOOOVEEESSS it.

-You’ll teach him that not every 20 year old is naive and stupid. He’ll refuse to see it at first but deeper into your relationship, he’s proved wrong.

-Trevor forces you to give him back massages because, believe it or not, his age has caused him some serious back pains.

-“What’s the slang they use today? Someone just called me a fuckin’ babygirl?” “They were hitting on you.” “…Ay?”

[dark-t1des]

Trevor Fanfic Master List 

The Grapeseed Cleaning Service (11/??)

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

Home Sweet Home (one shot)

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

White Elephant (one shot)

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

Paved with Good Intentions (16/16)

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

Blood and Snow (9/??)

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

[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

+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+

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..

[cutepervert]

hi this is my story on ao3 it’s called ugly

it’s about trevor from gta and some lady i made up

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48251926/chapters/121687006

[pattrevorarchive]

Contrary to my other post where someone ships T and Maude together, I remember there was also someone else who was the complete opposite on fanfiction.

I remember reading and finding a fic where one writer and fan wrote about Maude sending a hit and trying to kill T herself….

I just find it funny how some people ship them together but others see them as enemies with no feelings whatsoever

Meanwhile there’s me who’s in the middle. I see them as neutral. Not friends or lovers, or even enemies. Just two people who have a business relationship. Nothing more nothing less lol

[midnighttabitha]

Fanfic Writers Are Awesome!

I have absolute respect for fanfiction writers. They let out their creativity, depravity, their humanity in the works they write. The works I read online are different from published ones. Fanfictions, as thoroughly as the writer tries to edit it, is still a rough work without editors. It is in there I can see the raw capabilities and heart of the writer, and the breadth of their imagination to breath life onto characters we share in love is just-- It's amazing.

There are times I read a questionable fic and I'm like, goddamn. That's yikes but also wow. I don't even want the taint of morality politics in fanfics, because it is where people let out a part of themselves they repress. Sometimes, things that are harmful in us still needs to be expressed. Because when you repress and deny the dark aspect of your humanity, you risk hurting yourself and others around you, and fanfics are awesome in that you can do it without hurting anybody. It's a safespace to explore and express yourself, and you don't even have to be a full time writer to do it. From teenagers to busy moms, we find solace in expressing our love for fictional characters that gave us love, and also hatred. Passion. So yep. Rant over.

Yes, this was brought on because of my guilty pleasure character. Trevor Phillips. I know. xD

[sighsinkhuzdul]

Imagine working with Trevor, Michael and Franklin and you save Trevor

“Holy shit, are you hit?” You all but screamed in Trevor’s face. You had seen the shooter mere seconds before he emptied a clip into the thin wall Trevor was using as cover. Before he could start firing, you dived across and tackled him down and out of the way, dragging him and yourself over and around a corner. 

You started frantically checking him over for blood, you know the important places to look.

As you begin to look down at his legs, intending to check his femoral artery, you hear his throaty chuckle.

“Whoaaa Princess, if you’re gonna start playing down there at least let me give you a better angle!” He said as he begins to shift his hips, doing some ridiculous thrusting movements.

You don’t even need to look up at him to know he’s wearing that shit-eating grin. You swat him not too delicately on the leg, more of a punch really.

“Do be quiet, or I won’t bother next time!” You say, with a look of faux-annoyance.

“You seem to be very concerned about me there, you know Princess.” Trevor says, winking at the end of his words.

The nickname makes you tense, as you try not to react with a smile - Trevor would never let it go if he realised you liked it.

“I’m trying to keep this mission going - now c’mon, stop making this hard!” You stand up and offer him your hand as you do.

“Too late, I’m always ha-”

“-Shut it!”

“D’round you”

You were about to scold him when bullets began flying over your head and before you could turn to return fire, Trevor had grabbed you and pushed you against the wall. He was shooting back, and shielding you with his body, his large frame easily covering yours.

He’s protecting me, he’s so cute when he wants to be. 

Trevor is screaming his usual stream of foul language and general indiscernable noises as he fends of the men, stopping only when the enemy fire had stopped and a familiar voice shouted down the corridor.

“Alright T, cool it - we got ‘em. Time to move!” Michaels commanding voice reaching you from behind your Trevor-shield.

“Took you long enough, dick face!” Trevor put on his slighty angrier voice when replying to Michael. You would never admit that it’s kind of a turn on, but the unhinged man before you just works for you. Go figure.

Trevor turns to face you, a mix of expressions flitting across his face.

“Are ya hit?” He begins to look at you, he was about to reach over to check you for injury when you reach out and grab his hand.

“I’m good, thank you, Princess.”

His head snaps up to face you and his intense eyes meet yours as he begins to stare. He lets out a primal mix between a moan and a growl - it makes your stomach feel fluttery. The hand you were holding now links his fingers through yours and pins it to the wall above your head, holding you in place. 

Sometimes you forget how freaky strong Trevor is. When you first met, you referred to it as his ‘crazy guy strength’. As he holds you in place, face very close your yours, you wait for him to speak. His eyes flit down to your mouth, linger for a moment on your lips and then slowly move back up across your face to your eyes. You swear the trail his eyes took is etched into your skin from the intensity. You know that he doesn’t care if you see him staring at your mouth, his brazen nature fully on show.

Voice dipped low, he begins- 

“If you really wan-”

“ -Trev! Y/N! C’mon we gotta go - NOW!” Franklin’s annoyed shouts hit you both at the same time as you see Trevor’s eyes turn from playful and flirty to dark and angry. He lets out a huff that makes the few hairs that have escaped your braid flutter gently.

As Trevor turned, about to start spewing abuse down the corridor, you place a hand on the middle of his chest and it stopped him in his tracks.

“Come on” You say gently  “We’re nearly done, lets get outta here.”

Calm seemed to spread out of your palm until it reached his head, as he held out his hand in a rather dramatic gesture and said -

“After you, my Lady.”

[real-fanta-sea]

Still taking kiss requests? 11 trikey would be cool with an od scare

wow it’s been a month? oops... anyway! Here comes your fic!

"mmmm hello handsome!!"

Usually, when the trailer door was kicked open, and Trevor stomped in, it wasn't at 2 in the afternoon, and Michael didn't stand by the sink in an embarrassingly pink apron, washing dishes. And it also didn't involve two giant plastic bags being tossed towards the kitchen while Trevor snickered and clapped his hands.

"oh my, how did you know I love it when you dress up like a french maid Mikey?"

Michael somehow found it incredibly hard to come up with a coherent answer, because T danced trough the room to slap his ass, snake his arms around him and lay a loud kiss on his neck. Instead of words, he just stabbed him with his signature 'I'll kill you' glare and fidgeted a little to shake Trevor off. It was hot inside the trailer already, and M didn't need another guy sweating into his tank top. To his surprise, the pressure T put on his back was gone in an instant, and when he turned around to find out why, he saw Trevor sitting on the table, drinking beer and checking him out with a predatory grin.

"Trevor I told you not to do that. People might see."

"Isn't it cute how afraid you are to be seen when the whole town hears you moan at night?"

Michael frowned and turned around to fish another dirty plate from the sink and scoff in disgust. When did he sign up to be a housewife? Behind his back, Trevor let out a mighty burp and threw the empty bottle across the whole room right to the open mouth of their new trash bin. When it broke with a satisfying crunch, he cheered and whooped like a teenager with his arms flying all around. It occurred to Michael he was, in fact, the only adult in the house capable of being a caretaker.

"What are you so happy about?"

Trevor opened up another beer and snickered.

"You won't believe it, Mikey. I was on the business trip as usual,"

"Uhuh..." Michael rinsed a plate, turned around and while drying it with a cloth, tuned out the sound and just watched Trevor spill beer while flapping his arms around and overact facial expressions as if he was a kid in a drama class.

"...and when I caressed him gently with my fists a couple of times, he agreed to give me a couple of packs for free!"

Still rubbing the plate, Michael just raised one curious eyebrow "Did you kill him?"

Trevor shifted and pointed the bottle to him so fast a couple of drops splashed out "What kind of animal do you take me for? Of course, I didn't kill him, but I sure took his marshmallows!"

"Wait a second, so those... things are full of marshmallows? What the fuck are we going to do with 100 bags of that crap???"

Trevor tapped his head with his index finger to articulate how stupid Michael just sounded to him. "What else do you want to do with food than eat it, Mikey?"

Michael just shot one dead glare to him and shook his head slowly.

"But I like how you're thinking; we could masturbate with them!"

"Trevor, that's disgusting..."

"Noooo try it! They are incredibly soft!"

"Stop it."

"And so runny when you heat them up! And if you are a good boy, I'd fill them with a very special cream for you..."

"T..."

"Michael, I love you, but you are one big fucking buzzkill, you know that?" Trevor slid down the table, finished the bottle and put it back into the crate. Stretching like a cat, he crossed the space between them and casually leaned against the counter next to Michael and tugged him into a half hug, leaving hand lower on his hip than Michael would have liked. He tried his best to look mad and sulking, glaring up into Trevor's grinning face.

"Aww look at those pretty lips pouting! Why don't we put them into good use..." Trevor leaned closer, and Michael slightly shivered when he felt T's hot breath full of beer and Redwoods on his lips. "...and have a challenge!"

"What?" Michael was utterly baffled. He was so damn ready for a forbidden daytime kiss, but all he could do at the moment was blink a couple of times and see Trevor pull away and laugh.

"Challenge, cupcake! To see how many of these bad boys you can fit into that pretty cockpit of yours."

"Trevor, you know I hate it when you call any part of my body a cockpit!"

"But you are not against stuffing it with marshmallows, are you?"

Michael threw the cloth he was holding to the full sink and immediately regretted the splash because the water would get behind the counter and he simply hated fixing that shit. He turned his frowned gaze to Trevor, who watched him with raised eyebrows and waited for round two of winding him up. There was no use going against Trevor who was determined to annoy him till M would give in. He might as well get it over with sooner than later.

"You know what? Fine. Let's fucking do this." Michael pointed an accusing finger and pushed it as close to Trevor's face as he could to see him cross-eyed and grin wider. "But just because you have a killer whale mouth doesn't mean you'll win!"

Michael stomped to the couch, threw his apron over the closest armrest and continued to the bathroom at the same pace, because why not taking advantage and getting his storage empty before the game begins? Judging by the sounds coming from the kitchen, Trevor decided to do the same, but in the sink right next to the washed dishes. Fucking A.

A lot of rustling and swearing later, Michael decided it was safe to return from his porcelain throne and fall back on the couch, scrutinizing Trevor's grin with suspicion and still wiping water off his hands. Trevor returned his gaze with lively flames in eyes and patted the open bag sitting on his lap.

"Ok Mikey, you start."

Michael's unimpressed gaze did not affect Trevor, determined to see his cheeks stuffed. Without a word, Michael reached into the open bag, snatched one marshmallow from the top and put it in his mouth. He almost let his angry act slip when he saw pink tip of Trevor's tongue wet his lips and then lick around the white foam as it disappeared in his mouth. Alright, he can do better than his boyfriend, can't he? The second marshmallow stuck to the inside of his cheek. And then third, fourth, fifth, tenth...

"yoo cunt fat in any mour, Miki? Yoo r a pushi!"

Michael felt a few drops of sweat roll down his temple - and instinctively frowned and balled his hands in fists. He knew he must have looked ridiculous with all the white foam sticking out his mouth, but for love of God, Michael couldn't let Trevor win, not with that smug expression he sported and with the bag almost empty, which meant just a couple of candies away from victory.

"jooosh ya waat, ya kanaaanian fek"

Fuck, his jaw hurt so fucking bad from keeping it forcibly open. It was precisely that kind of pain that woke him up in the night covered in a cold sweat after his brain gave him a dream about blowing a huge cock. Unpleasant and persistent. Michael exhaled through his nose, and while keeping eye contact with grinning Trevor, he slowly craned one hand into the almost empty bag.

Oh fuck!

Nothing could prepare Michael for the feeling of the soft, hot skin under his fingers and the impossibly wide shit-eating grin Trevor put on. It wasn't like Michael wouldn't expect T to cheat, or come up with a different kind of prank. Still, this oddly familiar thing hardening under his fingers literally took his breath away - and Michael shot up from the couch, wheezing, progressively getting more and more red as he stumbled against scarce furniture.

"Bwahahahaha, you should have seen your face, Mikey - I've never seen you more wide-eyed than now! One would think you're used to the feeling of my dick in your hand by now, baby, but thank you!"

Trevor let the rest of the laugh resonate and mix with the wheezing and choking.

"Mike? You can stop, I got it, you hate it... are you ok?"

In answer, Michael's eyes bulged out, and his face tinted blue.

"That's not funny, sugar..."

Trevor's face grew the most serious Michael had ever seen it when he quickly rounded him, hugged him from behind and pushed against Michael's ribs a couple of times with force M was sure was enough to finish him. Instead of crushing into his ribcage, the last blow loosened something within, and he just watched the cursed candy fly through the thick air and roll under the couch in a ball of saliva and dirt.

For a second, Michael could barely do anything else but take deep breaths and hang onto Trevor's arms that held him steady cautiously. However, he never was a man to put rage off, and with one quick movement, he turned around and slapped Trevor across his frightened face.

"YOU FUCKING PRICK, WHY DID YOU DO THAT!!!"

"Mikey, it was just a prank, I didn't want to kill you!"

"REALLY? REALLY? YOU'VE WANTED TO KILL ME SINCE THE FIRST TIME YOU SAW ME YOU ANIMAL!"

Not even the visible hurt and a couple of tears on Trevor's face didn't stop him from going on with his rant. He paced towards the door as fast as possible and turned around to point a finger to T one more time.

"This is the last time I put up with your shenanigans, Trevor. I'm done with you; we're over, you hear me? OVER!"

"Michael! Wait!"

"FUCK YOU!"

Michael stomped out of the trailer and right into the unforgiving Sandy Shores sun, swiftly passing a bunch of half-dissolved marshmallows, and turned around in the middle of the road to gaze back at Trevor one last time.

"MIKEY!"

"TOO LATE, T! DO YOU THINK I'LL WAIT HERE FOR ANOTHER MURDER ATTEMPT? THAT I'LL KEEP SCRUBBING YOUR DIRTY DISHES AND WASHING YOUR DISGUSTING CLOTHES WHILE WAITING FOR YET ANOTHER KNIFE IN BETWEEN MY RIBS? NO! SO LONG, LOVE, AND FU..."

Whatever it was Michael wanted to say, it was completely drowned in the sound of screeching brakes and sighs of metal being deformed in an impact. Before the world switched off and he slowly slipped into comforting darkness, Michael heard a blood-chilling cry and the same voice calling his name, a voice he painfully needed to hear and hold onto like a lifeline.

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Rhythmic Beeping. So loud. Droplets of fluid. Impossibly loud. And why is this light so damn white?

Michael had to blink a couple of times before his eyes decided to focus and adjust to the brightness in the room. He had no idea what the hell has happened to him, every part of his body switched on to let him know he was in a fucking lot of pain that was somehow numbed by whatever they put into the fluid dropping steadily into his IV. As a result, every muscle in his body vibrated in a very uncomfortable, subtle way, and it occurred to him it felt like that one time when they lived above a night club - a constant, low and very intruse mumble.

Moving his head around was near impossible - there was something around his neck, keeping it still. With a minor spike of anxiety, he decided to check whether his toes and fingers even respond. Good, he could feel the sheets rubbing against his moving feet, gentle creases in the bedsheet under one of his hands and... someone else's fingers under the other?

The hand twitched as if in sleep, and tightened its grip on his own. Somewhere near his bed, a familiar sleepy grunt echoed, and Michael's memory filled his vision with many pictures of lazy mornings in a small trailer bed, where the same sensation mixed with dust dancing in scarce sunrays and unexplainable peace.

"Michael..."

"T... Trevor..."

A rustle later, Michael could finally see the familiar face hover over him and block out most of the light. He looked 30 years older than he did last time Michael saw him, with his eyes red and weighted with huge dark bags. His hair was greasy again, and his stubble coloured salt and pepper from worry. Suddenly, Michael's eyes closed under the rediscovered sensation of Trevor's palm gently caressing his cheek.

"Mikey? Are you awake?"

Michael opened his eyes again to look into Trevor's, and tears he saw gathering in them were breaking his heart.

"Trevor..."

The sudden extra weight on Michael's body as Trevor jumped onto the bed and straddled him made him wince in pain.

"Oh my God, I was so afraid you'd..."

Trevor bit his lip and tried to stop the tears by taking a shaky breath. Then, as gentle as he could ever be, he leaned in and took Michael's head in both hands, and brushed his thumbs over his cheeks in tiny circles - a movement which Michael found oddly satisfying. Just as he closed his eyes and eased into the feeling again, familiar lips gently touched his forehead and stayed for longer than ever as if Trevor tried to channel everything he wasn't able to say trough the kiss.

"I almost lost you, Mikey..."

Trevor could not hold his tears in anymore, and just let them fall down onto Michael's face as he gently pressed his forehead against the very place his lips left a moment before.

"Please don't leave me, I can't... I can't live without you!"

"I'm so sorry I hurt you, love, can you forgive me?"

Michael wasn't sure Trevor heard or understood what he said - instead of answering, Trevor just collapsed sideways and squeezed him tight, sobbing into the white sheets. With all the strength left within him, Michael pulled him into a soft hug, and let his hand resting on Trevor's shoulder.

"T?"

"M?"

"Look, I... I'm sorry it had to end this way... I overreacted and got you worried sick, that's the last thing I'd ever want."

"No, I admit, it was stupid to put my dick in the bag. I apologize, Mikey... Are you still leaving me, though?"

Michael's grip on him tightened, seeking the heat and well-known frame against him.

"... No. I said stupid things in the heat of the moment, and now I regret I did. I don't want to hurt you."

"Are you coming back home with me?"

"I am, baby - as soon as I can. I love you, T, and I'm too tired to fight it..."

Trevor's head slowly rose from this shoulder, and he could see both surprise and relief on his face. He would give anything to keep that childlike expression on for longer. His own mouth curved into a slight, but warm smile.

"Let's seal the deal with the kiss, shall we?"

Trevor slowly climbed back upon him, and this time, Michael could feel a familiar kick of lust under his belly as T's ass grazed over the sensitive area. Trevor has never been this gentle with him before, and when he closed his eyes as their lips met, all he could think of was the first time he saw him standing by a lone plane and the way it felt to fall in love at first sight with him.

"Mmmm.... Mikey, careful with that, one more poke on my ass and I'll have to ride you right here."

"Shut up,"

There was no malice in Michael's voice for just a joy of having the old horny Trevor back along with the over-the-edge suggestive banter. The grin over the flushed face above him told him Trevor was more than glad he was back to his old self too.

"And put those pretty lips to work, sugar!"

T just snickered, planted the last brief kiss on his lips and disappeared under the whirlwind of sheets.

[marchsfreakshow]

Angels Can't Cry Darlin [Trevor Phillips]

Hurt/Comfort //Drabble. My specialty; Halloween. You're feeling insecure about yourself, and Trevor is surprisingly comforting. In his own weird way.

Halloween was so shitty for me, I wrote this out of pure comfort lol.

It's Trevor so you know it's suggestive.

No one's perspective.

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Cars zipped past, they shouted party music. All of them. Despite Sandy Shores being decently quiet on a good day, something was always happening around the corner. It just so happened that today was a big 'happening'. Halloween.

What a day. Trailers had one piece of music playing, and beers were drunk. People danced, made out, did any and all types of drugs. Most you wanted to do was drink, and people watch. It was your favourite pastime. That's how you met your boyfriend.

You were sat on a little sandy hill facing the entry to Sandy Shores, legs crossed, and finding a piece of real life entertainment to make your day. Today was the day that a guest's car was parked out one trailer. You always kept your eye on the person in this trailer. He was entertaining you, even if he didn't have a clue about it. But, he welcomed a guest into his 'home', despite his demeanour. They spoke about a 'score' and how 'The Chinese..' would be following them or something. It confused you, but you were so intrigued in what happened.

Before you knew it, the man you were watching for entertainment, was staring at you. You were sort of leant on the trailer's front porch, watching the cars. "Why aren't you at the bar with everyone?"

"You weren't there." Trevor just chuckled and stood next to you.

"Why didn't you go baby?" He asked, staring that dark stare at you.

Your answer was a glance down at yourself. You were dressed as an angel. But not a teenage slutty one. Big wings, a headband as a halo, and everything in white. Trevor thought you looked wonderful. He just couldn't stop staring at you, and how wonderful you looked. "What's wrong with that? You look great!"

"No I don't. I look so shitty, and fuck ugly."

"Shut up. You don't. You look fuckin sexy like that."

You just smirked and swatted Trevor away. He didn't take that as a no, and wrapped his arms around you, leaning on your back. "Nah you look amazing. Want me to show you how great you look angel?" He leant you back using his own strength, kissing the sides of your tear stained faced.

"What are those tears for?" He let you go, and you turned around, holding onto his arms. There was some recognition of comfort in the man, and he took off the wings that really weighed down on your shoulders. You took a relaxed, deep breath, as your posture became less stiff.

"I'm sorry Trevor..."

"None of the apologizing bullshit angel. C'mon." He threw the wings and halo into the road, letting whoever drive over them. The cold air brushed past you, and he took your worrying look into the nothingness as a confirmation you needed to be inside. Your back found the bed as you wriggled around trying to find a comfortable spot. Not like Trevor's bed was very comfortable anyway. He sort of held you best he could. Comforting and cuddling for long wasn't his strong suit. "Your costume looks fuckin brilliant. Don't say shitty things about yourself. Understand?"

As a response, you nodded, your arms wrapped tight around your boyfriend's back. It didn't last long as Trevor had you pinned down slightly, and was placing kisses everywhere. He moved parts of your costume around so he could place a kiss on every part of you. "You're gorgeous. Shut up and don't forget that."

"Okay Trevor."

"Not good enough."

"I'm pretty, and nice looking. All for you." You sighed happily, hoping it would satisfy him.

"Good Y/N." He grinned, finally kissing you properly.

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[trevor-philips-trash]

Best Friends For Better Or For Worst - Chapter 1

[[WARNINGS!!! Before you start reading this story it implies alcohol abuse, depression, self harm, self hate, suicide attempts, and other triggering things. If any of this makes you uncomfortable sont read the story.]]

It had only been a week since Amanda left. A week since his son drugged him and stole his car and blamed Michael for all. A week since Amanda took Tracy with her. A week alone in this fucking house and it was slowly killing him.

So Michael found himself almost through a bottle of whiskey, halfway through a pack of cigarettes and a loaded gun in his hand. He sat out by the pool like he used to do when they were hear. When anyone was here. Now all Michael felt was alone and empty knowing his wife was gone and his kids hated him. The family he wanted so bad, gave so much for, gone. Gone like the wind and Michael didn't care to see how things played out.

So here he sat in his arm chair by the pool and the loaded gun to his head. He closed his eyes for a moment and just breathed. Like that stupid shrink and Amanda's yoga teacher had always told him to do. Although at the moment breathing didn't come easy, but that's all that he could hear. The city and any background noise seemed to fade away. He rubbed his finger against the trigger contemplating whether or not he should go through with it.

Thats when a sound started to make it's way back into Micheal's reality. Not just any sound either, but a voice. A familiar one and it gave Michael a brief sense of hope that maybe, just maybe, someone had came back to the house. Maybe his family. Maybe someone who wanted to kill him. Michael blamed the noise on the booze though. Why would anyone come back for him?

So he picked up the bottle again taking one last swig of it before bringing the gun back up to his head. Although the voice could still be heard he didn't really care about it at the moment. Michael didn't really care about it until it was practically screaming his name behind him and ripping the gun out of his had.

"Michael! Michael! Michael put the gun down!" Trevor yelled and ran over to his best friend as fast as he could, ripping the gun away from him and throwing it off somewhere unknow.

Michael turned around to face Trevor who had a look of panic all over his face. He'd never seen that in Trevor before. Fear sure, but panic? That was something new. Something Michael had never seen in his beautiful green eyes.

"Michael what the fuck are you doing?!" Trevor said breaking the silence before pulling Michael into a hug. Trevor could smell the alcohol and cigarettes on him but it didn't matter at the moment. Nothing mattered at the moment but Michael.

To Trevor's surprise Michael hugged him back and started shaking lightly. "Why did you come here T? Why'd you stop me?" Michael said, his words slurred from the whiskey.

"Why did I- because I fucking love you Mikey. Now why the hell would you do something as stupid as this?" Trevor said in a sofer voice than normal.

"B-because everyones right about me. I screw people over to get what I want, I'm a backstabber, I'm a lier, I'm a fake, I'm an ass, I don't deserve to breath anymore, Trev. Look at what I did to you for fucks sake! And Amanda and the kids left and now what's left for me. No family. No friends. I'm a sorry excuse of a man. No body wants to see that so why don't I just end it all?" Michael rambled while clutching him and crying softly, and as quietly as he could, into Trevor's shirt.

"No, no Mikey your not any of those things. I fucking caused part of this. If anything I lied. Your not any of that Michael. Your stronger, better, and have more brains than anyone else out there. Your not alone, you still got me. Remember? Best friends?"Trevor said trying to sooth Michael the best he was capable of. And before Michael could respond Trevor helped him up and dragged him back into the house. Without making any comments of his weight.

"I'm pathetic, T. I always have been." Michael stammered as they climbed the stairs to his bedroom.

"Your not pathetic. What's pathetic is that you think you are. God what the hell has this city and that woman done to you?" Trevor told him. Although the last part was moreover to himself.

"I am though. I'm a pathetic man who's family left him because he's and angry sociopath, and now I'm alone in this empty fucking house." Michael said with a sigh as Trevor sat him on his bed.

"Because Amanda told you that? Are you really gonna believe all that crap she tells you? Fuck Amanda, don't listen to her or anything that bitch says. And that was hurtful Mikey. I'm still here so your not alone. I'm not going anywhere." Trevor said and pulled the older man into another hug. "Don't you ever try something as stupid as that again."

"I'm sorry, Trev. I am I'm really sorry for everything I've done to you. For leaving you and lying to you." Michael sobbed into his friends shirt again. Neither was sure how long they stayed like that but it was comforting for the both of them to be in one another's company.

Michael broke the silence this time by pulling away from Trevor briefly, and before Trevor could say anything Michael spoke up. "Would you...Would you stay here with me tonight? I don't wanna be alone, T." Michael said with a pleading tone.

"Sure Mikey. I'm not going anywhere." Trevor said and moved Michael over to lay down on the bed beside him. Trevor wrapped his arms around Michael protectively and rubbed circles on the other mans back. Michael was out like a light soon enough, but Trevor was left lying awake playing out what he had just saw his best friend go through.

[[Let me know how this is guys!]]

By @trevor-phillips-trash

[rreskk]

Hey! Some time ago you made headcanons about cuddling with Trevor. Could you make now some headcanons about making out sessions with him?

TW: -Light smut

HEADCANONS: Making out with Trevor

When he’s happy: Making out with Trevor when he’s in a happy mood would consists of tongues. You’d feel him smirk against your lips as he’d basically attempt to suffocate you with his tongue. He’s incredibly intense. You’ll find that he’d have both hands on your neck and jaw, deepening the kiss with urgency. By all means, it’s not slow. Trevor is very quick and you’ll be breathless by the time he pulls away. He definitely leaves you with swollen lips that are red (like a cherry), thanks to his desperate kiss.

When he’s angry: There would be no warning. Many times he’d come home angry and just slam you against the wall and attack you with his lips. Trevor likes to take control when he’s angry. He’d have his hands pining your arms above your head as he’d bite your lip, suck your tongue, lick your teeth, grinding his chest against yours. Most of all, he’d growl and huskily groan. When he’s angry, you barely have to do anything. You just have to open your mouth and he’ll kiss you like there’s no tomorrow.

When he’s sad: When he’s feeling miserable, his kisses are more clingy. Trevor would most likely be embracing you before the kiss. Unlike his other moods, he’s slow. He’s still intense with his kiss but he’d begin by rubbing his nose against yours and cowardly hiding in your chest. You’d be kissed a few painful seconds later and it’s still a rather heavy kiss, but there’s a sense of neediness. He’d whimper and talk to you throughout the make out session. He’d take time to look into your eyes and mutter the most depressing things before returning to your lips. However, he’s much happier afterwards.

When he’s horny: Let’s be honest, he prefers getting down to business when he’s horny, but he wouldn’t mind a few sessions of making out and foreplay. His kisses would be spiteful and deep. Trevor would have his hand roughly tangled in your hair, the other one on your tits/chest as he’d use his tongue to lick around your lips and sensually fight against your one. He’d French-kiss, drool in your mouth, kiss you until your lips would be bloodied. He’ll wait until you’d be heavily breathing before deepening it even further and making you completely self-indulged by just his mouth.

[dark-t1des]

The Grapeseed Cleaning Service Chapter 8: ngl very little cleaning in either this chapter or the last, so if you’re in it for the intense cleaning descriptions, I apologize.

Trevor Philips x You story!

[freshprince-of-lossantos]

Hey guys, I wrote a new fanfiction if you’d be so kind as to give it a read. I’m so excited for this!

Factory Girl {t.p} - God Bless Your Soul, Johnny K (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/cAMhQQS2OB Kat Martel is all kinds of trouble, twenty-two years old, runaway, meth head, sleazy. She'd always been a disappointment to her parents but not as much so before until she'd run off with her boyfriend. A former bank robber, current black market salesman who was not only psychotic but old enough to be her father. Everything was fine, they lived off the grid in Sandy Shores. But when Kat's boyfriend hears a voice from his past, he drags her into the world crazier than she'd ever imagined.