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marchsfreakshow · 7 months

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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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#gta fanfiction #GTA V #grand theft auto v #trevor phillips imagine #trevor philips #trevor philips x reader #Steven Ogg man <3 #random sorry #trevor phillips #X Reader #gta trevor #trevor x you #trevor Phillips x you #Halloween #suggestive

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imisslucasbaker · 5 months

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hello surviving gta 5 community, take my terrible trikey edit (tw brads coffin at the very end)

#trikey #trevor phillips #micheal de santa #gta 5 #grand theft auto 5 #trevor philips x micheal de santa #you guys ive never editted before so erm sorry if its bad #it was very fun to make tho #tw corpse #do i even need to put that??

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sootrootdoot · 4 months

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#trevor philips #trevorxreader #gta v #gta 5 #grand theft auto #grand theft auto v #trevor phillips #smut #not serious #trevor x you

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songbyrd-writes · 1 year

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Teen au headcanons

Ship: Michael Townley x Trevor Philips

A/N: I'm fucked up rn (partied a bit too hard) And I'm really out of practice so please excuse how bad this is.

It's not like Trevor didn't have other friends, he had plenty who he could hang out with during lunch but Michael was different.

Together they sit under a tree sharing food off each others lunch trays as Trevor shows Michael the newest punk cd he found at a thrift store, Michael tells him about one of the movies from his dads collection.

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Michael tries to impress Trevor by dressing more "punk" And ends up shaving his head in their sophomore year which makes Trevor laugh.

Michael just shakes his head, he wants to get into the things that Trevor likes which leads him deeper into Trevors world of teen rebellion.

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The two sneak out of their houses frequently to hang out at an empty park, smoking weed and drinking whiskey that Michael stole from his dad.

Small moments of shared warmth sleeping together in Trevors beat up truck, the backseats barely big enough to fit the two teens.

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Sneaking Michael into local basement punk shows, Trevor helping Michael put on eyeliner and spiking his hair for him.

Michael taking Trevor to the cinema whenever they play an old movie that he loves, Trevor doesn't usually like the movies but he loves watching Michael smile at scenes he's already seen twenty times.

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Trading drunk kisses, high hugs, and showing each other the parts of themselves that they protect from everyone else.

Michael helpjng Trevor sneak into his room whenever he's having a rough night, they don't talk about it when they wake up the next day.

#can you believe my first post back is a fucking GTA V post?#I'm in my feels over these old men #trevor philips #michael de santa #michael townley #trevor philips x michael de santa #trikey #gta v

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rreskk · 7 months

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HEADCANONS: dating North Yankton Trevor (fem)

TW: angst, smut

-The Midwest was an… interesting time for Trevor. His unreliable nature of starting fights between “gangs”, drug hustling, doing these small-job heists that would have his mugshot printed on every surface in towns, his head being wanted on a stake by the authorities. He was constantly aware and paranoid as there wasn’t a lamppost without his “wanted” poster, alongside his best buddy, Michael.

-He’d use your home as a safe place, and this causes break-ins by warrants, gang-members, people who want Trevor dead. One time you were having sex on the sofa to warm up since the power cut out, and the front door was slammed open.

-This meant you spent the majority of the time sleeping around in motel rooms whenever you were to see him. This avoids your address being the main centre of his whereabouts. But this does strain your relationship. Due to his constant move around, you grew distant as you couldn’t keep up with these new motels and “jobs” he was doing.

-So arguments were common, especially over the phone. The daily “you promised you’d come” by Trevor and your repetitive “I couldn’t. You know that”. Face to face arguments were common as well. Trevor would get fiercely upset when you’d turn up to see him after weeks of no sex or calls. He’d cry, smash things up, snort drugs, sob in your arms until it was all calm. By all means, you spent most of your “hook ups” trying to comfort Trevor and his borderline personality.

-He’s very vocal about you to his crew-members, and sometimes they can be assholes about it. Whenever you go out, he’ll be high and drunk on whatever, laughing alongside his friends as they’d objectify women, hire some hookers who would strip and give them all lap dance. While Trevor wouldn’t accept a lap dance, he’d always drunkenly beg for you to do one in front of everyone so he could “show you off”. If you decline, he’ll get pouty and moody, giving you snarky looks and smoking more drugs out of spite.

-When he wasn’t around any bad influences, he was the funniest and sweetest guy ever. Constant cuddles and dirty jokes that would make you ugly laugh. Trevor would take you out to small diners and you both would rush home to undress and fuck after the sneaky squeezes of your thighs and breasts throughout the dinner.

-Sex would be very involved and needy. The Midwest is always cold and somewhat snowy, so he’s desperate to feel your warm body against his. You’ll find that he uses your tits as pillows and face warmers out of everything. When he’s fucking you stupid, he’d be hiding in between your breasts like his life was depending on it. Hence the constant rashes from moustache and bite marks from his teeth. Because he does it constantly, the marks are beginning to be permanent, scarring you lovingly.

-He would accidentally leave bags of drugs and illegal cash around your house when he does stay over for some nights. You try to end this habit but he always forgets to bring them with him when leaving. This would mean you’d have to travel 2 hours out from the town just to meet him in some shady corner from where he’s staying with his guys. And whenever you weren’t there to support him, Trevor would always look like a horrid mess when he’s out with his buddies for jobs. Uncut mullet, scruffy facial hair, eye bags, new cuts and bruises.

-Trevor doesn’t understand your disgust when he hangs around with his crew. Being so drugged and loyal to his unlawful friends, it definitely causes mishap in your relationship. Michael seems okay but the way he introduces Trevor to new ways of ruining his life, you grew out of favour, causing many arguments between you and Trevor.

-This meant that your relationship was off and on. Breakups after breakups, making up and fucking, a few weeks together and being this happy family, then weeks to almost months where he’s away doing god knows what. Every time you attempt to cut him off completely, he always lures you back with his charms and promises to change. It’s all lies but because he’s so dependent on you, leaving him would put him in an even more suicidal mindset. You wouldn’t bare the idea of losing him, so you’re trapped in this cycle.

-Trevor does attempt to change whatever may be bothered you. Whenever you are invited to hangouts, he’s by your side and (almost always) persuades some sort of alone time in the public toilets… Having you bounce up and down on his cock while he’s calling you “the one and only” and moaning loud enough to make his buddies know. This was his way of reassuring you that he’s always thinking of you.

-You’d know nothing much of his background, even with the amount of time you’ve known him. Trevor refuses to talk about his mother, and he certainly expresses deep hatred when talking about his biologically father. You assumed his mother was quite a figure to him as Trevor, unconsciously, would call you mama and mommy during sex, when he’s close to his climax. Due to his vague answers, you have researched to your ability and made assumptions that he suffers from traumatic mother issues. And you’d mention this during arguments, causing some real problems in his trust.

-But at the end of the day, Trevor refuses to lose sight of you. Even though he’ll spend months on end out of the state, he always returns on your doorstep with this cheeky grin and grabby hands. So you welcome him with open arms since he was someone special to you, despite his assholeness…

#grand theft auto 5 #trevor philips #gta v #grand theft 5 #grand theft auto #gta 5 #trevor gta #grand theft auto v #trevor philips/reader #trevor philips x reader #trevor philips x you #trevor philips headcanons #grand theft auto fanfiction #headcsnons #my headcanons

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dark-t1des · 1 year

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A routine cleaning job goes wrong when you end up at the trailer of a certain lovable trash panda.

Trevor Philips x You!

#trevor philips #trevor philips x reader #trevor philips x you #gta v #gta 5 #gtav #gta #grand theft auto v #here we go again 🙃🙃#Hyperfixation my old friend

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darling-i-read-it · 11 months

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Reunion Part 2

Part 1

Trevor Philips x fem!reader, Michael Townley x fem!reader

Word Count: 3,4k

Warnings: general gta things, murder, the mission where tracey is auditioning for fame or shame, violence, heavy allusions to smut

Author’s Note: Trevor Philips <3 Trevor <3 T <3 (also I don’t plan on continuing this idea but would love requests for this game if anyone has any :))

Tagging: (hope you guys don’t mind me tagging you! You showed interest in a second part and I finally was able to finish what I had <3): @pngxxx, @ugh-why-ugh, @raspberriesbbylol

Summary: The reader and Trevor go to confront Michael.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

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When he pulled up to Michael’s house it was with a slight amount of tension. You were more nervous than him. You had decided the two of you would crash at his friends place while you were away from Sandy Shores, though he made you swear you would go back to the trailer. You weren’t sure why he had fallen in love with the place but you were willing to oblige. You just wanted him to shower first.

“So this is where Michael Townely is living out his days,” Trevor grumbled. He shut the car door aggressively. You crossed your arms. There was a car in the driveway. You wondered if it was his or Amanda’s. Maybe the kids. They would be so old by now. The last time you had seen them they were just little ones, running around, finding personalities.

“Michael Townely leaves the door unlocked,” you noted as you pushed the front door open.

“Fuckin rookie.”

Trevor pushed past you. You could hear the buzz of a conversation happening in the other room. You followed him as he followed the noise.

“Stop it you two! You’re ruining my fucking yoga!” You recognized the voice of Amanda. The shrill was hard to forget.

“Somebody say yoga?” Trevor stepped forward. You remained back a bit, watching to see how they would react to him. Plus, you knew Trevor wanted his moment. There was a long stunned silence.

“Trevor?” Michael asked. Even hearing his voice made you angry. You didn’t know how Trevor was holding it together.

“Michael…” “Hey..it’s good to see you man.”

“Hmm yeah I bet it is. ‘Course, I’m not the one that’s been resurrected.” You stepped into the room, causing another gentle stunned silence.

“Nice house you got here Mikey.”

Michael had gone to your house. He had waited there and you never came. He figured you had skipped town at the very noise of something happening with the job but he should’ve known better. He should’ve known you would go to Trevor first. You would always go to Trevor first.

Michael put his son behind him subtly. You tilted your head at the silent insult. You had held that kid the day he was born.

“I got in a bit of an awkward situation.”

“Hmm you’re telling me bro. One of those…fake your own deaths to your best buddy and then run off with the dough..live in a big mansion. Awkward. Situation.” Trevor approached him. Michael eyed you. If he had the capacity he would be stunned by the look of you. He had missed you so much. A part of him had even missed Trevor. Maybe he just missed the then.

“That’s one way of looking at it.”

“Yeah? Do you have any other ways of looking at it?” you asked. You crossed your arms, leaning against the wall beside a man who had an unnaturally large bun in his hair. You recognized the others in the room but not him. Maybe he was Amanda’s boytoy. You almost snorted.

“It’s been a long time. I’ve been in witness protection, I still am.”

“Save the excuses Michael,” you argued. You pushed yourself off the wall.

“Where are our manners!?” Trevor exclaimed. “We come waltzing in and don’t even say hi to old friends. Amanda, it is good to see you. I missed you. You used to be fatter. Nice new tits by the way,” he said, approaching her. She backed away as he walked forward. You eyed her evenly. He pointed at Jimmy. “Jimmy, you used to be thinner. But ah, can’t blame you.” He gestured to Jimmy’s parents.

You stared, reminded of a life you could have had and never got.

Trevor stopped at the man with the man bun.

“Who are you?”

“Namaste. I’m Fabien.” You snorted. Trevor turned to you.

“You all remember Y/N! Except you Fabien.” You waved. “You know, she thought I was dead. I thought she was dead. I wonder who would’ve pushed that idea!” Trevor was standing in front of Michael again. You walked forward.

“You look good Michael,” you mused. “Amanda, are you fucking Fabien? I’ve gotta know, I’m sorry.” Amanda gasped and tried to stammer out half thought up answer. Trevor interrupted her.

“Where’s Tracey?”

“Jim, where’s your sister?” Michael questioned.

“Uh..um…uh she’s..she’s trying out for TV.” Everyone turned to look at him. The tension dissipated.

“She’s what?” Michael asked.

“Yeah, she’s auditioning for Fame or Shame.”

“The fuck you talking about?”

“You know, it’s that talent slash skill show. She loves it, you guys know that.” “What’s her talent?” “Dancing.”

“Oh Christ, she’s a horrible dancer.”

“She might disagree with you on that.”

“Jesus Christ, now. Now? Where?”

“Um..the Maze Bank Arena.”

Trevor jumped into the father son conversation.

“Our little Tracey being humiliated, let’s go. We go get her.”

“We?” Michael asked.

“We,” you agreed. “You gonna stand there and argue while your daughter becomes a national laughing stock? You’re worse than I thought.” Michael held your eye contact.

“Fine.”

You grabbed Tracey, who was ecstatic to see you and Trevor until she wasn’t. Then you followed some dick head through Los Santos. Trevor punched him, stripped him, then recorded him doing some shitty dance. All regular Trevor things.

“You comin’ babe?” Trevor asked, hoping into the front end of a semi.

“I’ll meet you back at the apartment,” you promised. “I’ll have this asshole drive me.” You gestured to Michael.

“Don’t put any bullets in his head without me.”

“Yes sir.”

“Don’t be long!”

Trevor took a hard turn but before he left completely he leaned out the window.

“Hey Michael!”

“Yeah Trevor?”

He leaned forward, a small smug smile on his face.

“She fucked me. She fucked me.” Nine years of that lingering question and there it was. There was the truth that Michael had been hanging off of. The way Trevor said it, he knew it was true. The eye roll on your face was too obvious. “See ya soon.”

He drove away. You were left in his dust, in the Trevorless hole. You looked at Michael.

“That true?” he asked, like he didn’t know the answer.

“Nine years. All our money. Death certificate.” He nodded slowly.

“So you found the easiest psycho on the block?” Your jaw hardened.

“I found my best friend.” Michael knew he was being hard on you. He shouldn’t be. You weren’t insane like Trevor. You were insane with Trevor. He might’ve been able to build a relationship with you if he had told you he was alive sooner.

You were offended. Michael was acting like he hadn’t just waltzed back into your life after being resurrected. He had no right to judge you and Trevor.

“I thought you were dead,” you told him. He nodded once, gesturing to the car. You got in the passenger seat. There was something to be said about you trusting him enough to drive you around. He could cap you and leave you, you knew that. He was capable of it. But he wasn’t going to, not now that he finally got you back.

“I couldn’t exactly tell you I was, after it all went down.” He started the car.

“Where are we going?”

“I ain’t taking you back to Trevor if that’s what you’re asking.” You rolled your eyes. He avoided your question. “I knew you were out there, I figured Trevor was. I knew Lester was. It was better for everyone if I stayed dead.”

“Brad went to jail.” Michael gave you a side eye. You squinted at him, confused. Finally your eyes opened wide in realization. “They killed Brad.”

“Brad died,” he said, like it was any better.

“Who is in that jail cell?”

“No one.” Your mouth dropped a bit in amazement. All this time, the grave you had been mourning at was not Michael’s but Brad’s. You felt a pang of guilt. He deserved your grief all this time. You looked straight ahead. He was driving through the heart of Los Santos.

“Damn,” you muttered. “Still can’t believe you’re alive Mikey.”

“Me too girl. Me too.” He took a sharp turn. “Thank you for helping me with Tracey. Not that I needed it.”

“You had it handled, I know.” You rolled your eyes. You glanced over at him. Your Michael Townley, alive again. You shook your head. “Amanda seems happy.”

He scoffed.

“You met Fabian. She’s clearly happy.” You snorted.

“I never liked her and then Jimmy came along and…”

“Yeah well I wanted a family,” he admitted. “Fat lot of good it’s done me now. Both my kids hate me and my wife cheats on me. I’m back in the world of crime with my formally dead best friends.” “We were not the dead ones.”

Michael thought of Lester’s words.

She deserved better than both of you. But you have to know she would’ve always chosen him.

He shook off the haunting thoughts. He didn’t let himself feel how much he had loved you.

“I went to your apartment,” he said.

“Stalker.”

“Yesterday,” he corrected. “I waited for you. I had Lester tell me where you lived and I waited,” he explained. “You never came.”

“Yeah I think Trevor cleared that one up for you,” you muttered. “I was in a shitty trailer bed in Sandy Shores.”

“You were always welcome in my bed in Rockford Hills.” You rolled your eyes.

“Townley, you’re a married man!” He glanced over at you. You met his gaze. The joke hung in the air and slowly became more serious. You pursed your lips and a sense of melancholy went over his eyes. “What a life it would’ve been though huh?”

“It doesn’t have to be-”

“Yeah Mikey. It does.” Your voice was serious. The one you used during business. He pulled into the parking lot of the boardwalk. He wasn’t sure what made him come here. He just didn’t wanna go home yet. Kids passed in front of the car, going towards the rides. The car stayed running. “You died on me.”

“I’m not dead now.”

The look you gave him was not a forgiving one. You reached across the center console, grabbing his hand. You smiled sadly at him.

“I gotta go.”

“No you don’t.”

“Yeah, I do.”

For a moment he thought you were gonna kiss him. Your lips were so alluring and so close. The same lips he had fantasized about when he was still a kid technically, early twenties, filled with hormones. Your look was too fucking sad. He had gotten you back, your lips were right there. What had he always sworn he was going to do if he saw you again? Damn Amanda, damn Trevor?

He kissed you. It was feverish. Fast, passionate, filled with years of tension. You kissed him back for a moment. There was a moment in that kiss, maybe longer than a moment, where it was all okay. It was the kiss he had always wanted and it felt as good as he had always thought it would.

You pulled away and got out of the car. You didn’t speak, you didn’t break that moment for him. He was still leaning across the console when you left the car and he lingered there for a moment too long. You took out your phone, walked towards the amusement rides, and called a cab.

You tossed money at the cab driver, enough for a tip as well. The driver left you quickly, back at his job just as quickly as he had come. You were grateful the drive wasn’t long.

Michael’s lips still stained yours. You wanted to kiss Trevor. Bad.

It wasn’t that the kiss with Michael wasn’t good. In fact, it was great. It was a good kiss with a guy you had once loved, with a guy you could’ve built a good life with. But now it tasted like betrayal and lost worlds.

You didn’t bother knocking. The door opened slowly into the hallway. You could hear voices coming from inside the apartment.

“Debra isn’t gonna like this,” Floyd said nervously.

“Debra isn’t gonna like any of this. Don’t fuckin worry, I’ll make sure you’re man of the year in way of making girlfriends angry,” Trevor’s voice responded. When you turned the corner you could see Trevor was writing on the walls. The main entrance that had once said live, laugh, love, was now crudely covered with eat, shit, die. You recognized the handwriting.

“I really would prefer it if you didn’t,” Floyd said. Trevor turned around to answer him, some sarcastic answer hanging on his lips. He didn’t say it when he saw you. His face immediately softened and whatever snarky comment he was going to say died in his mouth.

“That was quick.”

“Michael’s fast,” you muttered. He narrowed his eyes on you.

“You didn’t-”

“No. No.” He nodded once. He felt relieved to hear that. You were his. He wasn’t gonna share you any more, he was sick of sharing you.

“Do you think you could get him to stop?” Floyd questioned. You looked at the walls, covered in black markers. You shook your head.

“He doesn’t have a leash.”

“My girl.” He waltzed back over to you, cupping your cheek with his hand and kissing you. It was the kind of kiss you were wanting. You melted into it, not caring that Floyd was watching.

Floyd wanted to make a comment about how you deserved better. But the way you leaned into the kiss was something Debra had never done for him. Maybe he could take some notes from Trevor.

“I grabbed the guest bedroom. King bed.”

“That’s Debra’s bed,” Floyd muttered, but neither of you listened.

“That sounds fancy,” you admitted. You smiled up at him, happy to be back. It was like a dream. All of those fantasies you had about what life could’ve been had started to mold into this weird perfect situation with Trevor. “You test it out yet?”

“I wanted to wait for you m’lady,” he said, lowly. You rolled your eyes but it didn’t seem genuine with the smile on your lips. He put his hand on the small of your back.

“Did you take a shower?” He was the one to roll his eyes this time.

“You’re askin a lot of me doll.”

“We need to go shopping too. I can get you all snazzy,” you promised. “I’ll steal some of Townley’s money to do it too.”

“You had me at steal.”

He was like a love struck puppy. It read in his eyes. Trevor fell in love with every girl who gave him a passing look. This one was looking right at him, always had been. He was so exhilarated with winning the game he and Michael had played for so long that he couldn’t feel anything else except lust and love.

“Shower.” He groaned, long, dramatic.

“You wanna come?” Your smile was playful. You pushed him towards the bathroom. He took it as a no. His hands lingered on you for as long as you let him. “I’ll be five minutes.”

“Scrub between your toes too T.”

“Yeah yeah.” He walked into the bathroom, waving. He hadn’t brought clothes in with him. He would either walk back out in the same outfit, defeating the purpose of the shower, or he’d walk out naked. You walked to the guest bedroom and grabbed some clothes for him, feeling Floyd’s eyes on you.

“How long do you think you guys will be staying?” he asked nervously. He could read Trevor but you were harder to understand. You seemed normal for the most part. He was worried you might blow up on him.

“Hopefully not long,” you promised. You could hear the water running so you opened the door.

“Ocupado!” Trevor called. You put his clothes on the sink.

“Wear these.”

“Is it lingerie?” You rolled your eyes and shut the door behind you.

“I’m sorry we crashed like this. Been a long time since we’ve seen each other.”

“He doesn’t exactly care for boundaries does he?”

“Don’t say that too loud Floyd,” you joked. You looked around. Everytime you entered this apartment it was slightly dirtier. You wondered what would happen when Debra returned, storming through the door. “We’ll be out of your hair as soon as possible,” you lied.

“Okay,” he muttered. He looked down at the table, smeared with pizza sauce and other substances he didn’t want to identify.

“Sorry about him. He’s just kinda..like that.”

“So you two haven’t seen each other in a long time?” he repeated. You nodded once.

“I thought he was dead. He thought I was dead. Life of crime is not for the faint of heart,” you said offhandedly. You wondered if you should run to your apartment and grab some clothes. You wondered how long Trevor planned on staying.

“Yeah I don’t think I wanna be involved,” he explained. You shrugged.

“Happens to the best of us.”

You walked into the guest bedroom to look around for some clothes of your own to change into. You tossed your phone on the sheets, noting the new contact in it. Michael De Santa. There was a text from him.

You looked at it from afar, like reading it through a squint would make it less real.

It doesn’t have to be like this.

That was it. He knew it had to be like this. You had told him. You had a text from Lester as well. His faceless contact made your phone screen bright.

It’s safer to stay out of this, was all he said. You rolled your eyes. When had you ever cared about how safe something was? Your bullet wound in the shoulder ached with the memories. You didn’t like being warned or being persuaded. You turned your phone around.

The bathroom door opened. You were standing beside the closet, moving aside some of Debra’s things. Thankfully she seemed to have brought most of it with her, wherever she went.

Trevor walked into the room, closing the door lightly behind him. You met his eyes. He was clean, wet from the humid water. Finally wearing clean clothes, sweatpants and a shirt. He dipped his head to kiss you like you were giving him his last breath.

“I wanna get married,” he muttered against your lips. He was leaning against the bed, his back legs flush with the sheets. You laughed. “I’m serious. It’s been too long. We would’ve done it ages ago.”

“Slow down cowboy.”

You gently pushed him onto the bed. He looked up at you with the most devoted eyes. You straddled him, pushing your hair so it was out of your face.

“Aren’t you wanted by the FIB?” you questioned. “You think they’re gonna sign our marriage certificate?”

“We can get an Elvis. Get drunk. Have a month long honeymoon.” His eyes wandered your body. His body reacted quickly to you being on top of him. The thought was alluring, you couldn’t lie.

“Okay,” you breathed, kissing him. “Later. We have all the time in the world now,” you promised. “I just wanna stay right…here.” He moaned as your lips nipped his ear.

“Whatever you want.”

#trevor philips x reader #trevor philips x fem!reader #michael de santa x reader #michael de santa x fem!reader #michael townley x fem!reader #gta imagines

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sinisterexaggerator · 2 years

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Posting these here to keep myself accountable, and to add it to my masterlist for safekeeping, but also to show you guys what fresh hell I have created for myself and how many ideas occupy my mind at any given time. Will update as progress is made, or as I unfortunately come up with new ideas. Plus, I love keeping things neat and tidy.

P.S.: I may take a break from most oneshots / requests for a minute here to focus on my own stories. I have A LOT I want to write, as you can see. You can still send things to my inbox, it just might take awhile for me to get to it, and it has to be something I'm interested in.

Completed:

Trigger Happy (Cad Bane masturbates aboard his ship. )

Cad Bane x M! Reader [one shot]

Beauty and the Bounty Hunter Chapter 4, 5

Stars Above! Chapter 14, 15

Bossk x Reader - Skin and Scales

Hondo x Reader[ rich heiress ]- “Happenstance”

The boys catch reader masturbating: Shriv ✅ Hondo ✅ Bane ❌

Poe Dameron x Reader

Hondo Ohnaka and Tech - Friends in Low Places Chapter 1, 2, 3

Works In Progress:

Stars Above - Cad Bane x OC [Chapter 16–?]

Beauty and the Bounty Hunter - Cad Bane x Fem! Reader/OC [Chapter 6–?]

Friends in Low Places - Hondo Ohnaka and Tech [Chapter 4–?]

All the wrong places - Trevor Philips x OC [Chapter 95-?]

Better than Candy - Shriv Suurgav x Fem! Reader [Chapter 2-?]

To err on the side of caution, or “Look! I’m taking another enormous risk!” / Shriv’s Early History - Shriv Suurgav x OC [Indefinite hiatus]

Handcuff marks and Stubble burn - Trevor Philips x M! Reader [conclusion]

I’m so glad you’re not dead - Cad Bane x Ashoka Tano [Chapter 3-?]

Future:

Cad Bane x Reader [You have seen the Duros only once in your whole life — that was enough for him to occupy your thoughts for every waking moment— until the time comes that you once more get to lay your eyes on him. Will it be in passing?]

Cad Bane's life on Duro [Bane as a teenager. Peek at family life / work life / etc. Gang rivalries. Thieving. Resolve.]

Hondo Ohnaka Escapes Porla the Hutt [ How Hondo escapes slavery and starts his pirate gang on Florrum.]

Hondo tells a story [The time he encountered a siren and escaped with his life.]

Hondo x Grey Jedi [A Jedi needs information. Inappropriate use of the force. Smut.]

Hondo x Bazine Netal [Bazine returns after finding out the truth of the Falcon and Hondo's double-cross. Pissed as hell, she is ready to take his life until he asks her to make a bet as she seems "stressed."]

Tech and Cad Bane [Tech refuses to sell out his brothers and Omega.]

Jango Fett x Hondo Ohnaka x Aurra Sing [Jango Fett is freed from slavery by pirates (Ohnaka's gang in the early days) - smut - humor - drama]

Cad Bane x Jango Fett [Story of mentorship - includes smut - humor - angst - hurt - comfort - whump- multichapter]

Cad Bane x Jango Fett [Bane meets Boba. They work a few jobs together - angst - hurt]

Cad Bane x Hondo Ohnaka (oneshot) [Casino Heist + smut. Jealousy, mutual pining, possessive behavior.]

Cad Bane x Hondo Ohnaka [Hondo is jealous of Jango, and Bane is jealous of Aurra. They constantly fight over this, but the makeup sex is incredible.]

Cad Bane x Hondo Ohnaka [Bane goes looking for Boba Fett/Aurra Sing after Jango's death - hurt - comfort - smut - alcohol - regret]

Cad Bane x Hondo Ohnaka [Bane returns to Hondo after the duel with little Boba Fett - angst - hurt - comfort - confessions - smut - romance ??]

Cad Bane x Hondo Ohnaka [ Cad goes with Hondo to visit his mother who is ill. He learns about his past and his personal history with her as she lies on her deathbed - angst - hurt - comfort - feels - fluff]

Cad Bane x Hondo Ohnaka [Cad must free Hondo from a rival pirate gang who is holding him captive.]

Cad Bane x Fem Jedi OC [Post-Order 66 - cat and mouse - inquisitorius- smut - angst -hurt - comfort- whump - multichapter]

Shriv Suurgav x Fem! Reader/OC [Clumsy/impulsive cadet - smut - humor - angst - caretaking - hurt- comfort - multichapter]

Tech x Fem! Reader/OC [Injured reader is "rescued" before being stranded with Tech during a battle of the Clone Wars away from his squad after the Marauder crashes during a firefight with Separatist droids.]

Tech x M! Reader [The Batch goes to Cid's to inquire about a job when a male patron shows an interest in Tech's company - smut - competency kink - sapiosexuality]

Tech x Pirate OC [Tech is lured over the comms late at night by a heavenly voice who sings for him. After many "comm sessions," Tech flies the Batch to a previously unknown location to find who is on the other end.]

Imperial!Tech x Fem! Reader AU [Oneshot most likely, or a short reader insert series where you become infatuated with your boss.]

Cad Bane x M! Reader [You are an old clone- smut - angst - regret - alcohol]

Shriv and Lando Calrissian [Origin story of how they met]

Shriv Suurgav x Lando Calrissian [Tension after Sullust when Lando says he could kiss Shriv. Leads to smut / awkwardness / Lando being butter smooth. - "See you tomorrow."]

Cad Bane and Todo 360 [Cad does something nice for Todo]

Cad Bane x Reader [Bane goes to a sex worker towards the end of his life - hurt - angst - comfort - existentialism - touch starvation]

Cad Bane x Fem! Reader ["Predator/prey" and menstrual cycle/"aftercare" - smut]

Shriv Suurgav x Reader [Shriv finds your collection of cheesy holoromances on your datapad]

Shriv and Norath Kev [Shriv is a mentor to Norath Kev and they go on a mission. He also gives him advice on girls. >D]

Shriv Suurgav x Fem! Reader [Shriv is aware of reader's ovulation and menstrual cycle/ fighting natural instincts - smut]

Hondo and Little Princess Leia [The two encounter each other somehow. Shenanigans - sass - family fluff - feels ]

Hondo x G/N or Shy Fem! Reader [You are a stowaway. You join the Ohnaka gang. You fall in love with Hondo, though he barely notices you exist... You disguise yourself as a male, train yourself to be a medic, and end up in his service.]

Hondo Ohnaka x Fem! Reader/OC [Rich heiress is kidnapped/held for ransom and whisked away for a grand adventure / Sugar momma dynamic / Hondo is a Rebel and Jedi Sympathizer - smut - humor - drama - multichapter - continuation of Happenstance?]

Cad Bane x G/N Tiny reader [Vore and Lilliputian situation]

Cad Bane x Shriv Suurgav x Fem! Reader [Two Duros and a Duros ho walk into a Cantina - smut - humor - dom/sub undertones]

Cad Bane x Shriv Suurgav [First meeting/Rebels vs Bounty Hunters/"Manhunt" - Action - Adventure - First part of a series- multichapter - will bridge with "Better than Candy"]

Cad Bane x Shriv Suurgav [Forced cooperation/joint mission - smut - humor - angst - slowburn - third part of a series - multichapter - follows "Better than Candy"]

Cad Bane x Shriv Suurgav [Smut collection/Oneshots of their continued relationship]

Cad Bane x Shriv Suurgav [Something goes awry - hurt - comfort - caretaking - regret - angst - smut - fourth part of a series - multichapter]

Cad Bane x Shriv Suurgav [Shriv hunts the bounty hunter - hurt - comfort - angst - smut - fifth part of a series /finale(?) - multichapter]

Shriv and Zay Versio [A series of adventures of them working together for the Resistance and under the orders of Leia after Iden's death in BF2 - Fluff - Family feels - adventure - rated teen ] As a bonus ... Kaz / Norath / others from Resistance?

Hera Syndulla x Ahsoka Tano [Sexual Force Healing after death of Kanan - smut - hurt - comfort - angst]

Shriv Suurgav x Poe Dameron [Shriv doesn't get what women see in Dameron and how he's so successful with the ladies. Poe takes this as a challenge, and seduces Shriv to bed by the end of the night.]

Darth Maul x Reader [Maul returns to Mandalore infuriated over a recent encounter. He takes his anger out on reader ... sexually. >D ]

Aurra Sing x Ventress [They’re both hot, bald bounty hunters - why not? - smut - enemies / rivals to friends to lovers]

Cad Bane x Padme Amidala [Padme hires Bane after "hostage crisis" for a secretive job, for the... right price. :)]

Two Tubes x Fem! Reader [You are a POW]

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coloradosnumber1dad · 1 month

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On the Come Up Part 2 | Trevor Philips x reader

Part 1

@bitter-rabittt tysm for liking it 🙏🙏 I added the ending just for you 😋 sry it took a minute I’ve been super out of it lately

Warnings: Angst, smut, drinking/drug use, reader is afab but not referred to in any specific way

It was 3 weeks since shit hit the fan with Trevor. 3 weeks starved of his touch. He hurt you. He promised he would quit. You knew he wouldn’t. Obviously not. He’s an addict. But you found yourself, lately, waking up in the middle of the night, reaching out for him. And he isn’t there.

“Trev?” You startled yourself awake with a sound coming from outside. You looked around the room, rubbing your eyes and hoping the little spots in your vision would turn into his silhouette. Your hand chopped through the air, nothing. You wrapped your hands around your cold body, shuffling around in bed to find the robe you discarded somewhere before you fell asleep. Standing up, you slipped it over your shoulders, making your way out into the living room. You hated the sound of your feet shuffling around on your own. You were so used to the constant company of Trevor, following you around like a lost puppy.

You looked at the clock on the wall, dimly lit from the moonlight, 2:49.

Fuck.

Your hand hovered over your phone. I need him. No. Not after everything you worked so hard for.

Your hand hovered over your phone. One text can’t be that bad, right?

No. No way.

You stalked over to the kitchen and poured yourself a drink.

Sip, maybe.

Sip, What’s the worst that could happen?

Gone, I wonder what he’s up to?

You poured yourself another glass and settled into the couch, picking up the book you’ve been reading, trying to pull yourself away from the thoughts of him. His touch, the way he held you together. How his scarred hands perfectly cupped your curves, his hands traveling all over your body on a cross country trip, not stopping until every inch of you was warm.

The drinks lulled you into an altered state of consciousness. You weren’t a good person when you drank.

“Trevor,” you whispered out into the darkness, smelling the alcohol on your breath waft back into your face. You picked up your phone, the screen lighting up your face in the darkness of the room.

One call wouldn’t hurt.

The phone trilled

Silence

Again

Silence

“Y/N?” His voice was gruff and uncomfortable to listen to

“I need you,” you exhaled, you wished you didn’t want him. You wished that he couldn’t make everything better. You wished you could leave him behind

“Fuck,” You could hear rustling on the other end of the line and then his door slamming.

Then he hung up.

You anxiously waited for what was going to happen when he showed up. Was there going to be a gun to your head? Were you going to make up? Was he going to tell you how much better his life was without you in it? You paced around in the dark, you couldn’t look at yourself. Your hands shook until you heard his truck drive into the car park.

The door slammed. You could hear his heavy footsteps.

You walked up and opened the door as he was coming up the porch steps “Trev,” you breathed out.

He didn’t even answer before he was through the door and pushing you up against the nearest wall. His hands roamed your body, touching every inch of you. He found himself back in between your thighs, where hit fit almost perfectly.

“I’ve missed you,” you breathed out, alcohol laced your breath “I’ve missed the way you touch me, the way you make me feel.”

He only grunted in response as his rough scarred hands found your boobs underneath your shirt.

“God I’ve missed these tits.” Was all he managed to say as he continued to grope you. Most women would think of that as inconsiderate or unloving, hearing it from Trevor made you realize how much he cared about you. How much he missed you.

Maybe he was just horny.

“Mm, need you, Trev” You bucked your hips against him, desperate for any sort of friction

“So fucking ready for me huh?” He hooked his fingers around your underwear and pulled them down. He wiped his fingers up and down your slit, making you shudder in pleasure “So wet for me”

“Only for you, I waited for you” you had. You never so much as looked at another man, you knew the conflict wouldn’t last long. You had touched yourself, late at night, all alone. But you just couldn’t get off without him there, guiding you, watching you.

Without warning he shoved two fingers deep inside you, pumping in and out, hitting that perfect spongy spot deep inside your cunt. He lifted your thigh up around his waist. This gave him better access to finger fuck you deeper.

“Ohh,” you gasped out, clenching around his digits desperately. You were a goner. “So close Trev, oh god”

“Fuckin’ ohh fuckin missed you baby. Missed this pussy. Always so good for me.” He kept grunting as he fingered you, humping his clothed erection on your thigh.

You moaned louder as you felt yourself near the edge, you were so close, just one more push and you’d be there.

But he stopped.

He pulled his fingers out of you as you whined at the loss of contact. “So needy huh? Calm your tits baby, I’m gonna fuck you real good don’t worry.”

He pulled down his pants slightly and pulled himself out of his boxers. You bit your lips to hold back moans as he stroked himself in front of you. His dick twitched in his hand and precum leaked from the tip.

“Please, Trev, I need you so bad,” He groaned in response as he lined himself up with your entrance and pushed himself into you in one swift motion. The stretch made tears prick the corners of your eyes as he thrusted into you as hard as he could.

“I fucking hate you for what you put me through.” He said through gritted teeth as he fucked you harder, making the pictures on your wall shake. His words surprised you. Hadn’t he just been over the moon a second ago?

“You think I-“ you moaned as he hit a spot that made you see stars. A spot only he could reach “You think I don’t know that? You are a drunken piece of shit, Trevor Philips. I hate your guts as much as the fuckers in los santos that want you killed.” You collapsed into his chest, he smelled like smoke and sweat

“I fucking, I gave you everything I had” He slammed his hips into yours, causing your knees to give out a little

“So did I. I gave my whole fucking life for you.” He quickened his pace as he neared his release

“What did you ever give?” He peered down at you, though his eyes darted away from yours every time you tried to make eye contact

“I-I gave up a decent life, a decent job, to live with you. An alcoholic, fucked up addict who can’t seem to understand other people have feelings too“ You clenched around him as your orgasm hit you like a bus. You both didn’t say anything for a few minutes. He kept thrusting into you, the only sound echoing in the house was your panting and skin hitting skin

He broke the silence “I fucking hate you. I hate you.”

“Fuck, then why don’t you fucking go, go back to your shitty trailer, and your drugs, and your goons.”

You didn’t even bother to pick up your underwear as you made your way to the bedroom, laying down in bed. You squeezed your eyes shut in an attempt to keep your crying at bay.

After a few minutes you heard familiar limping footsteps nearing closer. You didn’t say a word as Trevor crawled into bed next to you. You slung your arm over his waist as he curled up into fetal position in the bed you used to share.

He held your hand close to his heart, feeling the steady beat as you both laid there in silence. You both knew each other’s eyes were open and alert. You both felt the tension hang in the air around you, your bodies smelling of sex and regret.

“Fucking hate you, I hate that I want you back” he mumbled into your pillow

You hugged him closer and leaned down to press kisses into his back

“Me too, me too”

#trevor philips x reader #trevor philips #gta 5 #coloradosnumber1dad #gta v #trevor philips gta

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rfxiii · 8 months

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Trevor x gogo dancer reader!!!!!!!???

*So, I wasn’t actually sure what exactly being a go-go dancer entailed, so I googled it and google said it was kinda similar to a stripper but they walked around the club to keep the vibes going. So, if I’m totally wrong I’m so sorry!

**TW: smut

Trevor Philips/ GoGo Dancer Reader:

You’ve worked at the club for a few months now. The nights are mostly the same- the club is crowded and the music is almost always deafening, but the tips and hourly pay are great. And frankly, you love the attention. You moved to Los Santos months ago for an opportunity to get away from the smaller, San Andreas city you used to call home, but once you found yourself here you quickly realized that to live in this fast paced, expensive city you needed a fast paced, well paying job. You’d tried several different jobs before landing here at the club on the recommendation of a friend of a friend. And you had no idea that tonight would be the best night of work in your life.

You’ve never seen him before in the club, but the presence he commands is enough to catch your attention over the blaring music and grinding bodies. You slip easily through the crowd, politely declining offers to dance from passing patrons until you’re across the room and close enough to watch him. He’d entered the club with two other men- an irritated looking, stocky man in his late forties and a young man in his twenties who’s gaze wanders to the dancers before locking on the bar. The older man follows his young companion to the bar, leaving their third companion unattended as you continue to watch his engrossing presence.

You know you’re staring, and you frankly can’t be bothered to care. He’s tall, lean and lithe muscled, his face is weathered and littered with lines, he looks unhinged, dirty, and dangerous. And when he catches you staring and a smirk twists his scarred lips to reveal dangerous, stained teeth you feel a chill run up your spine.

He’s walking toward you before you even have a chance to break away from his gaze. His stride is long and with purpose as he pushes people out of his way until he’s standing right in front of you. You’re nearly eye to eye with the heels you’re sporting but the look he gives you makes you feel inches tall as his deep, discerning gaze makes your legs tremble.

“Hey there, sugar. What’s a guy gotta do for a dance with a pretty thing like you?” he purrs dangerously- his scarred hand, littered with faded tattoos coming up to gently brush your jaw.

Everything about him has you feeling electric, your brain warring between fight or flight as you feel like prey being sized up by the most dangerous predator in Los Santos. He terrifies you and enthralls you all at the same time. And while you can tell he’s obviously dangerous, the need to get to know him overwhelms your self preservation, “You could tell me your name.” you challenge, voice barely above a whisper. Yet he still manages to hear you over the deafening music.

A smile splits his cheeks, taking your cue to continue as his hands fall to your waist- brushing smooth skin exposed by your scant little outfit, “The name’s Trevor. Trevor Philips.”

You’re pushing your luck, toeing the line between professional and personal, danger and the safety of just doing your job. But something about Trevor Philips makes you disregard everything you know to be right and sane. You’re not a stripper, this job is supposed to be safer than that. You dance for and dance with who you want to. You keep the party going. But right now the only thing you’re interested in is what the man could offer, “Alright, Trevor. Lead the way.”

His grip on your hand is like a snake coiling around its prey. And now that he has you in his split, dangerous claws, you’re not sure you’ll ever want to escape.

He’s not a “good” dancer. But what you’re both doing is much less like dancing and more like shameless grinding on the dance floor. His hands are on your waist, then at your hips, stroking up the exposed skin of your spine as he pulls you closer and closer until you’re practically the same person. Your hands wander his toned arms, against his stained shirt to brush teasingly against his chest, up his tattooed neck, before your fingers knot delicately in his greasy, thinning hair. He smells like acridic meth sweat, copper, and piss- it’s off putting but the way he touches you, the words he mutters into your ear, and the way his slimy tongue just traced up your throat has your thoughts someplace else completely.

“Hey..” you rasp against his ear, giving the front of his shirt a firm tug to catch his attention, “We have a VIP section in the back.. It’s more private..”

The grin on his lips is Cheshire-like and devious, his fingers digging into your hips as he leans in until his nose brushes with yours, “Ooh really? Well,-.. Lead the way, angel.”

This could get you fired in a heartbeat, it’s probably the stupidest thing you've ever done. But god, you just can't resist one dangerous, taboo night with the most insane looking man you’ve ever met. Maybe Los Santos life was getting to you.

The curtains of the VIP section snap shut and as soon as you’re given the little privacy the velvety curtains afford you he’s on you, devouring you like a starving man. You meet his intensity with your own vigor, pulling him closer and clashing your tongue and teeth with his. He tastes like booze and something chemical, and you drink it all in. His fingers fall to the ties on the back of your top, tugging it off without finesse while he nips and sucks at the delicate skin of your throat. Your little skirt is next, shoved higher up your waist as he tugs down your panties, leaving your skin stinging from the forceful friction.

His pants are jerked down his hips in seconds, dropping carelessly around his ankles alongside his underwear. He’s a little below average but his thickness is more than enough, you can already tell. He catches you eyeing him and a smug grin creeps to his lips, “Like what ya see, sugar?”

This is your last chance to back out, to come up with some excuse or turn him down. But when you meet his eyes and see that flaming aura of danger and lust in his gaze you decide there’s no way in hell you’re running away from this, “Trevor~ Shut up and fuck me.”

You don’t even make it to the large, leather couch in the VIP section. He simply snatches you off your feet like you’re weightless, pinning you to the wall and forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist while he grinds the pulsing cock against your wet, needy entrance, “You don’t gotta tell me twice, angel. Now hang on and be good for Uncle T.”

And really, hanging on is all you can do. He pushes into you all at once, pressing you firmly against the wall and digging his split nails into your bare thighs as he sets the harshest, dizziest pace you’ve ever had. He huffs loudly against your ear, his hips jerking erratically as he pumps inside you. One of his rough, cracked hands leaves your hip and finds your chest, kneading at soft flesh before, almost too roughly, pinching a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You let out a shocked cry, a mix of startled pain and overwhelming pleasure as your back arches and you press yourself further into him.

He’s loud, and a talker. You should be worried about getting caught with how excessive his volume is, but your brain is too hazy with pleasure to care. He growls against your neck, planting bruising bites on soft skin, “Fuuuck.. That’s it, sugar! Come on! You take me so fuckin’ good!” he practically whines, “Uugh, please! Mama, I love you! I love you!”

The nickname and professions of love have you tensing up in shock, but before you can think on it too long he hoists you up higher and hits a spot inside you that has you quaking in pleasure, “Trevor! Ooh fuck! Don’t stop!” you squeal, the fear of being overheard long forgotten, “You feel so good! Please! I’m gonna cum! Ooh god!”

His pace becomes so frantic and ravenous that you feel the wall shaking behind your back. And when he presses as deep inside you as he can, hitting things inside you that make your vision hazy and your loud moans string high into pathetic mewls, he cums inside you. The heat floods your body, staining your insides as you tighten around him and cum with a wail of his nail- your nails digging into his shoulders as you quiver around him.

Your breath hitches as he pulls from inside you and sets you back on your feet. You try not to stumble when you bend down to pick up your top and straighten your skirt, and when he reaches out to smooth your hair down for you and you meet his smarmy, pleased smirk, you can’t help but giggle.

You follow him back out to the main floor of the club, unsure of what to even say. But luckily for you he fills the silence before it grows too uncomfortable, “That was fun, sugar. But, I gotta say-… I think your talents are wasted here.”

You chuckle softly in confused disbelief, giving him a tilt of your head and encouraging him to elaborate, “Really? And what do you mean by that, Trev?”

He clearly likes the choice in nickname if the growing grin on his lips tells you anything. And the way he leans in and brushes hair behind your ear has you enthralled, “I'm speaking from a business perspective, angel. You’re hot as fuck, and with moves like yours I think you should work at a place deserving of your skills.” he purrs as a hand slithers against his waist, “I have a club across town. The Vanilla Unicorn. And I would kill for someone like you to dance for me full time. So-.. What do ya say, sugar?”

You’d only been in Los Santos a few months, but the longer you’re here, the crazy things get. This city is definitely getting to you, “Alright, Trev. When’s the interview?”

“You just had it. And angel- you passed with flying colors. You’re hired.”

#grand theft auto v #gta v #gta 5 #grand theft auto 5 #trevor philips #trevor philips x reader #gta x reader #trevor philips/reader #requests

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