#trevor phillips/reader

[trevwhorephilips]

i can’t imagine when rockstar were creating trevor philips they expected a bunch of mentally ill young women to be thirsting over him yet……. here we are:)

[that-opossum-bitch]

he makes me so feral. i need to consume his soul (pos)

[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

[chloe12801]

hi hiii ! hope ur doing well 🩷 i have a request for u if u'd like ! im curious to know how u think trevor would be with an s/o who is very quiet/shy/anxious? could be a headcanon list or a short fic or whatever u want ! no pressure and no rush ofc 🩷

Thank you so much for the request! Hope you are doing good as well :))

Headcanons: Trevor with a shy/anxious partner

TW: Drugs and violence mentioning

- He would take it personally at first, feeling that you think you’re better than him

- Really, that’s just because he’s never been shy himself so it doesn’t make sense in his head

- Once he realizes it’s not just a reaction to him and that’s just who you are, he’s way more understanding and respectful about it

- Essentially, it stops being a point of tension anymore

- He gets really happy once you start talking more and more, opening up to him as you get comfortable

- He sees it as his success

- If anyone is mean or even just says something teasing to you about your shyness like “cat got your tongue” or “wow, you talk so much I can’t even get a word in” Trevor will take offense and will start a fight over it on your behalf

- Sometimes the fights end in someone being dead and you being a bit mortified to say the least

- You’re used to people’s reactions about you being shy, it’s at most a bit annoying, but for Trevor it’s extremely disrespectful and makes him see red

- He makes sure your voice and opinions are heard even if he has to say them louder and with more force, getting mad that others aren’t listening close enough or at all

- For example, if you say something and no one pays attention, he’s going to yell at everyone to “shut the fuck up” and that “y/n just said *insert comment you made* but you fucks are too busy being pricks to hear them”

- His reactions might make things worse or embarrass you, but he’s honestly just trying to be helpful

- It would piss him off seeing how often you get pushed around and overlooked due to your shyness and anxiety. He never really experienced that and hates that you deal with it all the time, so he’s going to do everything he can to prevent it

- He always makes sure you’re comfortable and not overly shy or anxious

- If you do become anxious, he’s more than happy to go somewhere quiet with just the two of you to help you calm down

- He prefers your company over everyone else’s anyways

- He’s constantly checking on you and giving you support, even if it’s just him wrapping an arm around you, he always does something to keep you comfortable

- He likes talking and since you’re quiet, it works pretty well. You can listen to his ramblings and enjoy doing so

- He draws attention to himself and therefore to you, so you will likely fight about that. If you bring it up he will take it personal, like you’re embarrassed by him

- His lewdness and worshiping towards you is going to make you blush and feel awkward at first, but after a while it’s one of your favorite things he does

- If you bring up anything the helps you become less shy and anxious he’s going to make a note of it and have it in his mental or physical toolkit when you’re around

-He will probably offer you drugs to stop the anxiety, not realizing it would just make things worse

[grandgtaman1a]

Domestic life with Trevor and Franklin[Headcanon]

Pairing: Trevor Phillips x Fem Reader, Franklin Clinton x Fem Reader Character: Trevor Phillips, Franklin Clinton, Reader Summary: Domestic Life with Trevor and Franklin [Anon Request]

AN: There may be a few inaccuracies Feel free to reblog and let me know your thoughts Do not repost Requests are open Sorry it took time and please it's a humble request to reblog so it gains more attraction to the blog rather than like, please. The image is only for visual representation

Trevor Phillips

Despite his rough exterior, Trevor excels at unconventional domestic skills like fixing appliances and DIY projects. He's the go-to person for any household repairs.

Trevor and you engage in constant playful banter. Your dynamic mixes sarcasm, teasing, and genuine affection, creating a unique and lively atmosphere at home.

You and Trevor occasionally embark on late-night adventures, whether driving to a secluded spot to stargaze or exploring the city when it's quiet. These spontaneous moments strengthen the bond.

Trevor's rough exterior hides a protective streak. He's fiercely defensive of you and has a no-nonsense attitude toward anyone who might threaten their safety or happiness. And it ain't a joke when he kills someone cause they hurt you.

In private, Trevor shows rare moments of vulnerability with you. He opens up about his past, fears, and dreams, creating a deep emotional connection that transcends his tough exterior.

You and Trevor celebrate unconventional anniversaries, like the day they met at a chaotic event or the anniversary of adopting their first pet together. These quirky celebrations become cherished traditions.

Trevor and you discover shared hobbies, whether riding motorcycles together, attending local events, or even participating in unconventional activities that reflect Trevor's wild side.

You find a sense of comfort and love amid Trevor's chaotic lifestyle. Despite the unconventional nature of their relationship, they discover that home is wherever you are together.

Franklin Clinton

You and Franklin have a morning routine that involves cooking a hearty breakfast together. Franklin often surprises you with his culinary skills, whipping up delicious omelets and pancakes.

Both of you are fitness enthusiasts. Engaging in morning workouts or evening jogs together encourages each other to stay active and healthy.

Given Franklin's love for cars, you spend weekends attending car shows, working on personal automotive projects, or simply taking long drives to enjoy the scenery.

You both enjoy quiet evenings at home with movie nights and gaming sessions. They take turns choosing films and games, creating a cozy and laid-back atmosphere.

Franklin's love for cooking extends to the backyard, where he takes charge of the grill during family barbecues. Hosting gatherings for friends and family, creating a warm and welcoming environment.

You both share a passion for travel. They plan spontaneous weekend getaways, explore nearby cities, or take road trips to experience new cultures and cuisines.

Both you and Franklin have a creative side. Might spend weekends exploring local art galleries, attending painting classes, or simply expressing themselves through various artistic endeavors.

Amidst the hustle and bustle of life, You and Franklin cherish quiet moments of reflection. Whether it's sitting on the porch at sunset in Los Santos or sharing stories under the stars of Mount Chilliad, they appreciate the simple beauty of life together.

Note: Don't just like please reblog it too helps with the algorithm a simple reblog is fine too.

[poeticpascal]

Crazier Than Him (Trevor Phillips x Reader)

Masterlist | Request here!

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.

[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

𝗪𝗔𝗥����𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 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..

[capuletcunt]

One day I'll update my Trevor fanfic I promise babes 🩷

[thedetectivesystem]

i personally don’t read these however i tried once and my biggest issue whenever i see “x afab reader” there are people using the term afab as just “woman lite” with the use of she/her pronouns instead of gender neutral pronouns. do NOT say afab unless it is gender neutral and meant for ALL people who are assigned female at birth. if it is for readers who are women SAY it is for women. do not group afab as just another term for women. men are afab too and so are non binary people.

you guys are not being as inclusive as you think you are.

[trevwhorephilips]

[raspberriesbbylol]

Current fixation : Being in love with a psychopath.

[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.

⊹˚.⋆ ₊꒷ᘏᘏ︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹˚ᗢ₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷

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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[eterniivexx]

Can we get a calm s/o while Trevor is prob burning a house down, you know normal stuff

I just. needed to make a short drabble of this it's too good.

Also, I am SO sorry this took so long to get to 😭

"TAKE THAT, YOU NO GOOD PIECE'A SHIT!" Trevor roared at the burning home, he'd already killed the people inside, but that wasn't enough for him. He grabbed a jerry can from his truck and doused the place, all while you watched in the background.

You had grown used to his violent outbursts, they were never directed towards you, only other people. Did they deserve it? ..eh? Sometimes, at least.

"Are you done?" You asked, stepping forward and patting Trevor on the back. He'd nearly forgotten you were there, but his wicked smile only grew wider at the sight of you. "Yeah, yeah yeah yeah-" Deep breath, "WOOH! FUCK that felt good!" He cackled, "You see that shit?!"

You nodded with a chuckle, "Yes, yes, I saw it Trevor. You ready to go?" "Abso-fuckin'-lutely." While he would've loved to stay and watch the entire place burn to ashes, getting home with you two not getting shot at by some pig fuckers seemed a lot better.

[grandgtaman1a]

REQUEST ARE OPEN NOW

Here's the character you can ask for

GTA/RDR

Michael de Santa

Tommy Vercetti

Arthur Morgan

John Marston

Arthur Morgan

Sadie Adler

Charles Smith

Trevor Phillips

Niko Bellic

Any of your Choice

COD

Simon Riley [OG/REMASTER]

Captain John Price

Gaz

Soap Mactavish

Tank Dempsey

Detroit Become Human

Connor

Markus

Kara

Here's what you can ask me

Reminder I may respnd late to the requests