#gta 5 fanfiction

[stat1cstarz]

Voyeur!Trevor Philips

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

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

GENRE *ੈ✩‧₊˚ SMUT

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

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

“Trevor, what the fuck is going on?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What the hell are you talking about?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But for other reasons..

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[cultofkakyoin]

Crystal Clear Business

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A/N: This fic was surprisingly popular, I was thirsty for this dirty guy but I felt other fics made Trevor too... Nice? I want Trevor to be so so creepy. Also find it on Ao3. I do try to check these fics for spelling/grammar mistakes but im not perfect so there may still be some, my apologies.

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Relationships: Trevor Philips/Reader, Trevor Philips/Reader/Wade Hebert

Content Warnings!: Rape/non-con, mentions of self-harm, drugs, drug manufacturing, blood, blood as lube. (Tell me if I missed anything.)

"Find her, Ron!" Trevor slams the trailer door shut and stomps off to his truck like an angry child 'aaargh!" He screams. Ron racks his brain on how to find this woman, he doesn't know much about her, she doesn't go out a whole lot, but she does have a presence with the Lost MCs, he only knows she's a woman because of that and Ashley's loose lips...

He also knows she makes pure methamphetamine, not like the kind Chef makes, which puts the crystal in crystal meth. That suggests to Ron that she may have a background in chemistry. But, he still doesn't have a name, she went by Carnie, thanks to a circus carousel on her arm, but Johnny mentioned scars on her arm, suggesting self-harm, Ron wonders if she was ever admitted to a hospital for such things, she also wasn't from San Andreas based on her accent according to Ashley, though she was not the best at naming a region in or out of the US. However, that did help give him some description to work with.

First, he cross-references hospital records of self-harm or depressive episodes with someone with a chemistry background, he finds seven who recently traveled to San Andreas, five are male so that limits it to two. He searches the names, the first woman is only 19 and according to her LifeInvader photos lacks any tattoos, the second woman was practically untraceable via social media, all of it appears to be private and her friends list is small and appears to be only family.

But, one of said family member's accounts are public, looking through several photos Ron finally finds one of this woman... Damn, covered arms. Back to searching. Oh good, a friend, several photos later, finally, he finds a picture of her with a group, arms still covered but what is evident is the people she's with, Lost MC 'old ladies' as it were, and the location was not tagged but with a bit more digging, it's a small bar in Grapeseed, called 'Cherry's Good Time.'

It's not enough for Ron, he's not going to get a woman who might be this 'Carnie' probably brutally murdered. Ron would feel bad and face 'discipline' from Trevor if he got it wrong. He needs more. He goes further back, years back and soon, he finds it, a picture captioned 'Graduation present!' Showing a fresh tattoo on a scarred arm and lucky for Ron (and unlucky for this woman) it's a carousel. Finally, he looks up her name, finding her address, which is just a run-down motel at this current moment in time, she doesn't own any property, which suggests she's probably a cook for another person who can provide a lab to cook in.

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Grabbing his phone, he calls Trevor "Trevor! I've found her, her name is (Y/n) (L/n), she lives at that motel just outside of Sandy Shores- in room 22. But, I don't think she's working al-" damn, Trevor hangs up before Ron can tell him about a boss. Ron didn't want this woman dead, she seems like a nice person based on the few posts he can find of her.

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"We're gonna kill us a cook, Wadey boy!" Trevor shouts, wrapping an arm around the young man with a sound of glee. "Do we gotta kill her, Trevor? That meth was really good" Trevor hits the brakes abruptly, turning his head to stare down the Juggalo "her meth is- it's mediocre at best!" He yells, clearly scaring Wade "you only think it's good because it's cut with sulfuric acid that's melting your mind!"

Wade scoots away from his boss "yeah" he rubs his arm. Trevor slams the gas, speeding through every car and taking extra care to bash into any bikers who catch his eye and it didn't help that he started drinking halfway through the ride.

"Fina-fucking-ly" he exclaims, crudely parking the truck "stay here, I'm gonna go get 'er" he slurs, he's clearly drunk or at least buzzed. Trevor lacks any creepiness for this, knocking loudly on the motel door marked 22, the person doesn't answer but he hears a bit of a stir inside.

"You fucking bitch!" He kicks open the door and walks into the apartment full of rage "and I don't mean that in a misogynistic way, I mean that in a I'm going to skullfuck your brains out of your eye!" His tone gets less casual as he continues his tangent.

He hears a few quiet profanities coming from the bathroom and a scramble. Trevor pauses, swaying back and forth just a bit "Look, just open the door. I'm a nice, reasonable, rational guy. We can work this out. I'm real patient."

She doesn't respond, and despite his reassurance, he's not a patient man. "I'm done being patient" he speeds through the sentence before kicking the door open, and finally he lays eyes on the woman, he wants to kill her then and there but that's not going to send a message to whoever she works for.

She's nothing special, a bit young for Trevor's taste, though not too young for him, she looks to be maybe 25-30, that's what he thinks anyway, she could just look good or bad for her age, depending.

"You- you have been treading my territory!" He shouts as he approaches her "you're Trevor Philips, oh no..." She gulps, whispering the last part. "That's right," he says in a sing-song voice "that's me- Trevor Philips- your worst fucking nightmare! You-you meth dealing little- argh! I can't form the words to describe you" he snarls through gritted teeth.

He grabs her arm, roughly pulling her off the ground "you're coming with me" he grits his teeth together, dragging her out of the motel room. (Y/n) doesn't have anything to say, making Trevor even angrier but what is there to say? (Y/n) is well aware of him and who he is, he's not someone to listen to pleas.

Trevor forces her into the bed of the truck, then zip-tying her wrists and ankles together. The plastic bounds are cutting into her skin, slicing through some of her tattoos. "Stay put." He pats her leg before getting back into the driver's seat.

"Where are we going?" Wade asks, Trevor turns the key, starting the engine "we, my dear meth-addicted boy toy, are going out to the desert to show her who owns Sandy Shores." She sees several people staring at the scene, she knows most of them and she can't blame them for not interfering or calling the police, they were all engaging in illegal activities and didn't want to get arrested, she knew that all too well.

The truck passes through Sandy Shores and only stops when she can no longer see any buildings, just sand, and more sand. Trevor gets out of the car, yelling at Wade to follow suit, he pops the back open and grabs her by the ties, which are now slippery with blood from her fruitless struggle.

Dragging her out and letting go she hit the ground below he closes the bed before stepping on her shoulder. "Are you going to talk, (Y/n)?" He asks, removing his foot and crouching down, and tilting his head.

(Y/n) sighs "I don't have anything to say" she answers honestly, Trevor stands up, putting his hands on his hips and gazing up into the stars "well, you could tell me who your boss is, not that that'll save you from what I'm about to do, but I may be a bit more gentle if you do."

"It's not like I have anything to lose if I don't" Trevor lets out an exasperated sigh. He grabs her by the zip ties once again, dragging her along the rocky ground for a few feet. Pulling out a knife he kneels by her feet, cutting the ties on her ankles.

He runs his hands up and down her thighs, before hooking his finger under her waistband and pulling them down along with her underwear. (Y/n) clenches her jaw tightly, she knew Trevor was bad but this? His partner seems equally uncomfortable, fidgeting just behind his boss.

He runs the knife up her hip and to her shirt, gripping the hem of her shirt cutting completely through the fabric with a bit of leverage from his grip, once finished he places the knife back in his pocket. Moving the split garment open he exposes her breasts "not bad... Not bad at all" forcing her hands up about her head he gropes her breasts with large calloused hands, pinching her nipples harshly.

Trevor nestles between (Y/n)'s thighs, pressing his pelvis into her bare one, the denim fabric hurts the sensitive skin of her labia and vulva as he ruts against her, he twists her nipples, making her whimper in pain, and tears soon prick her (e/c) eyes, Trevor up and strokes her cheek with his thumb.

"Don't be like that, now" he croons "this is your fault, after all," his soft touch changes when he grips your jaw and squishes your cheeks, and along with that he digs his dirty nails into her nipple.

He abandons her face in favor of her cunt, prodding uncoordinated her entrance and clit. Abruptly he sticks a finger inside of her, making the woman arch her back and widen her eyes, tears starting to fall now.

"Now, that's a face I like seeing." He kisses her collarbone, forcing a second finger inside he feels wetness accumulate, sitting up and looking he sees it's not arousal but blood, and he grins triumphantly.

"Who needs lube when you have blood, am I right, Wade?" The young man jumps in response, scratching his neck he stares down at the two "I guess..." his eyes fixate on his fingers and the blood that trickles down, his baggy jeans suddenly feeling very tight at the sight.

"Dirty boy" Trevor groans, violently thrusting his fingers inside of her, adding another finger to coax a sound of the pain out of her twitching body. It stung so bad, it was so much- too much at once, snot runs down her face her cries turn into sobs.

He stops thrusting, just letting his fingers sit there buried inside her tight insides. Licking his lips he pulls out, wiping the bloodied digits on her shredded shirt, he gets up "don't move, or I'll spill your guts, sweet cheeks" he threatens.

She looks at Wade, her eyes going lower, staring at his erection, she scrunches her face up and looks away, clearly not finding any sympathy from the other man, she closes her legs as his gaze embarrasses her.

Trevor opens the door of his truck open, rifling through the glove box to find two condoms. He makes his way back to her, forcing her legs back open and resuming his previous position between her legs.

Unbuttoning his jeans he frees his cock and tears open the foil with his teeth, wrapping his hand around his cock he slides the latex down his throbbing appendage, he wastes zero time lining up before he pushes it all inside with one thrust.

Letting out a sigh, Trevor leans back, grasping her hips, he looks at his 'employee' "Wade, take her mouth" he demands, handing him a condom, which the man stares confused at "stick your cock in her mouth, Wade" Trevor growls.

Wade hesitates before taking the condom "are you sure, Trevor, I thought this was just for you?" Trevor glares "if I do this alone, you are a liability and next you'll be in her position well I silence you" with that threat Wade relents, getting on his knees next to (Y/n), he pulls down his pants, locking any underwear as it were, his shirt was too long and covered him up, he places the hem between his teeth as he put the condom on his length.

"Open, please" he muffled out through the drool-soaked hem. (Y/n) complies, turning her head and opening her mouth, seeing no way out of this, Wade slowly guides her head onto his cock with both of his hands, Trevor scowls "and who said chivalry was dead?" He threads his hand in her hair and pushes her head all the way down Wade's cock.

Wade moans into his shirt, closing his eyes at the pleasurable feeling of her wet mouth. Trevor begins to thrust slowly, watching intently as more blood leaks from the abused hole, coating his cock nicely, he strokes her scalp as he allows Wade to rock against her race.

"This is all you needed, isn't it? After this, you'll forget all about whomever it is you work for" he breathes out, it was nice having a cunt around him again, especially one so unwilling, it clenches, trying hard to push him out.

Snot begins to bubble out of her nose as she attempts to breathe, Trevor is quite impressed by her self-control, most people would be fighting hard against both of them but not her evidently, he expected more fear, he wonders if this has ever happened before.

Trevor pulls her mouth off of the cock stuffed in it, letting her catch her breath before plugging it back down her throat and making her gag. Trevor pulls out and maneuvers her on her side, lifting one of her legs onto his shoulder and the other beneath him before he buries his cock back in her aching cunt.

"You're not a bad cook, you should-ah fuck- work for me," he says, biting his lip. (Y/n) opens her swollen eyes to look at him in disbelief at the comment, he was raping her and trying to, what? Employ her?

Trevor notices her confusion "I'm being serious" he grunts through thrusts, gripping her leg tightly with one hand to hold her still and get as deep as he could. "That stuff of- of yours is pure" (Y/n) doesn't know what to say, not that she can with the cock stuffed rudely in her throat.

"What is it, like 75%? That's the purest crystal on the market, Wade even buys it, right?" Said man looks to Trevor and opens his mouth, letting the shirt fall on his head and cover his face "ye-yeah! It's real-ly good" he moans, closing his eyes once again and grinding into her face.

"We'd make a killing, you and I" Trevor admits, pushing the shirt off of her face to look at her. "I'll give you a cut too, that's more than I do for those other fuckwits working for me" Wade, one of said 'fuckwits' is far too caught up in the feeling to respond, that or he's just used to being treated that way, either one could be true.

(Y/n) closes her eyes and attempts to ignore the man, who picks up the pace as he's getting closer "50 for you, 50 for me" that, however, was hard to ignore, she was only getting a 25% cut with her current boss, even though she outsources most of the material and cooks, though she can't exactly speak with her mouth full at the moment.

Money was her incentive to start cooking crystal in the first place. She wonders if all that money would help her get over this little event. She could have chosen a less criminal job but money was the issue, that and a few of her own drug habits.

Wade pushes her head down and holds it there as he suddenly cums, luckily it's contained inside the condom, keeping her mouth free of it. Trevor gets even rougher with that, snapping his hips quickly, eager to spill.

And he does, moaning loudly as he cum, he doesn't stop sloppily thrusting through the orgasm, though he does slow down, thankfully. Wade pulls out first, panting "take off the condom," Trevor tells him, holding his hand out, Wade stares in confusion but does what is asked of him.

"Hey! Careful, don't spill a drop." Suddenly, her chest wells with worry. Once the condom is given to him he pulls out slowly, enjoying seeing her walls cling to him, once free he removes his condom.

He flips her on her back, slipping his thumb into her mouth he presses on her tongue, stroking the muscle for a second before hooking his thumb on her teeth and holding g her mouth open as he lines the ends of the filled condoms up with her mouth.

Her eyes widen as he squeezes the condom, and in turn, the cum into her mouth, she gags as the fluid hits her tongue, it's not a good flavor, in fact, it's disgusting.

Once he's satisfied, Trevor forces her mouth to close "be a good girl and swallow for your new boss" he sees her eyes water once again as she holds the semen in her mouth, after a few seconds of him holding her nose closed she's able to down it, letting go of her face she turns and gag violently.

Trevor pulls up his pants before retrieving the knife from his pocket and cutting the zip ties. She didn't realize how badly they had cut into her until she sees the uneven slice marks, she rubs her wrist but then winces in pain.

"Now, I think you've learned your lesson," he says standing up, she looks up at him with a defeated gaze but looks away soon. "You will meet me at my trailer, okay? And I will work out our deal from there."

(Y/n) wants to tell him to go to hell, but she didn't have it in her. And what was she going to do after this? If she did go, would he make good on the 50/50 deal? She hates him, but goddamn if that didn't sound like it would help fill the void this was going to leave.

She needs time to think.

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[theautisticcentre]

DE PHILLIPS

Father figure!Trevor Philips x De Santa!Reader

Y/F/N = Your fake name.

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

And you never saw your family again.

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

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

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

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

"...Amanda."

You and Trevor knew it was Michael.

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

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

Later...

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

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

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

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

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

Los Santos.

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

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

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

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

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

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

THE END.

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[cutepervert]

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

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[suvidrache]

Relationship Headcanons

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 125 / Read it on AO3 | Offline Version

— He would love how nice you are compared to Trevor.

— He wouldn't tell Trevor about you as anyone Wade comes close to dies.

— Unfortunately, Wade isn't very good at keeping secrets.

— He'd try to keep Trevor away from you as much as possible. He doesn't want to share you with him.

— Unfortunately, you might meet Trevor and hopefully, you can stand up to him. Wade wouldn't do anything. He's too afraid something might happen to him or you, or both.

— Wade would frequently buy you gifts just because.

— He likes seeing you happy, and he loves how just him, in general, makes you happy.

— He would talk about you all the time to Ron.

— He would spend more time with you rather than with Trevor.

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[rreskk]

Idk if I asked this already but do you think you could do Trevor x chubby! reader smut (any gender is fine it’s up to you)

Take care sugar 🫶🏾

Of course! Sorry this took long! Much love! <3

Summary: You've been teasing him all morning and when he came back to finish business, he found you asleep... But he knows a way to return the torments of your divine body.

Pairings: Chubby fem!reader/Trevor Philips

Word count: 1548

TW: -Smut

Trevor stepped into his trailer with a rocky balance. He managed to work through his intoxication of meth and gathered enough stability to find his way to the bedroom (where he last remembered seeing you.)

It was around 3 in the morning… He left to retreat some business goods and promised to be back for some “alone time.” The silence of the trailer made him grit his teeth. It couldn’t be too late, right? He craved that body of yours, has been all week. His expertise that day was rushed because he couldn’t contain himself no more. All through his honest nights work of “Trevor Philips Industries”, he only got shit done so he could return sooner than later.

But the dimness of lights happened to suggest his lack of timing. You had fallen asleep on his bed, snuggling closely into the dirty sheets (that he barely uses). You were stripped in only your panties since the Sandy Shores weather swarmed his trailer like a bolt of fire. However, your nakedness only caught his attention more.

Trevor laid his hips against the doorway and tilted his head at your sleepy figure. The tainted lamp that flickered from his kitchen helped outline your frame. He stared at your bare back; finding himself licking his crinkled lips. You looked so divine… The small love bites from the other day remained visible on your shoulders. God… He was so turned on by your shape. He wanted to kiss every inch while fucking you senseless; He felt the need to worship your thighs, lick your neck, fondle your stomach, whisper utter dirtiness into your ear.

“Mhm…” Out of habit, he adjusted his growing bulge and held onto it, feeling it twitch as the pulse increased with every fantasy that riddled in that Godforsaken head of his. Trevor glanced down to his erection and belittled it with his thumb, trying to find a source of warmth as he returned his sights back to you. Your breathing was faint and timid. Imagining how flustered and breathless you get when he’s on top, the thought was enough to set him off right here… He pressed his thumb harder against his bulge, choaking out a unsubtle moan.  

Suddenly he shook his head, “No… No.” The man told himself. He loosened the grip on his boner. Trevor didn’t want to orgasm through masturbation… His raging boner wanted one thing; you. And what is he gonna do about it?

“urgh…”

He eruptively paused as that sweet noise escaped your desirable mouth. In the span of a minute, he had crawled over the bed so he was gently sat between your thighs. He had his hands caressing the tummy roles, each finger examining the soft skin, yearning for your closer affections. Trevor kept a close eye as he began trailing his fingers towards your breasts. It felt wrong… But so right. Maybe he did lack self-control? Maybe he was a maniac on the loose, yet you loved him for it. Trevor thrived through your support; through your praises, living off your hugs, depending on your kisses, hungry for your body… Fuelled with lust, unsuspected with desperation; there was no way he could wait… Trevor watched your face react to his fingers that teased the surface of your nipple. He hoped it would be enough to wake you up.

“Baby…” His voice huskily awoke you from the slumber. Your eyes flickered open, taking a few seconds to adjust the weight that was now heavily placed upon your stomach. Obviously the first thing you saw was his morbid smile. Trevor grinned from ear to ear at your awareness; “Ohh… Baby, I missed you…”

A small moan left your parted lips when Trevor’s fingers began pinching at your nipple. He nudged it between his fingers before leaning down, giving your left breast his improper loving. The wakeup call was unexpected but you couldn’t help grasping what’s left of his thin hair, trying to find the words, only to breathe out shaky gasps and groans. You did feel dazed from your sleep but Trevor’s tongue began abusing the roundness of your breasts, sending electricity down your spine and pathetically alarming your sex about the reoccurring attraction, and neediness.

“I love you, I love you, I love you…” Trevor worshipped when cupping your tits into the palm of his hands. You were sunken into the mattress at his merciless place of worship. You were the Church to his sinful hands. Every contact of skin made you both fall into a trance of turbulence and bitter sweet love. The fight was overbought, and you grabbed the collar of his white, greasy shirt, slamming your lips together while his hands maintained busy circulating the frame of your body.

“Mm… Shit, sugar-“ Trevor brought your hips towards his, “Baby, let me love you, please… I’m so fuckin’ horny. I need you, I wanna fuck you so hard, sugar… Yeah? You like that, don’tcha? Mhmm… God, you do some unspeakable things to me.” His whispers tormented pleasure into your ear. As you came familiar with the heaviness in his trousers, you whined into his mouth, words still being unavailable in your position. 

His mouth detached from yours. He allowed saliva to spill from the motion of your kiss, lowering down towards your tummy; slurping and gurgling his tongue across your temple, managing to achieve every possible nerve in your system, manifesting the jerk of your hips that occasionally crashed into his erection. Trevor winced whenever you’d abuse him any further… Firstly, you made him wait after a morning of tasteful banter, then you slept before he could even step foot into the trailer… And now you were flattering his struggles more. He could almost smirk at how much you were turning into his desperate girl, so needy of his cock…

“Trevor-” Alas! You momentarily spoke as your voice sounded like Heaven on Hell to Trevor. He continued complimenting your fine figure with his tongue before it grew overbearing. Trevor ripped off his belt, gaping up to face your red and breathless face… Oh, how he loved it.

“You ready, baby?” He grinned, zipping down his flies, “You look so pretty for me. Fuck…” His eyes scanned your body once more, “I fuckin’ love you.”

Holding out and reaching for an imaginary rope, you leaned your head back and prepared; “Yes, please, Trev…” 

The temptation submerged into reality. Trevor’s thumb grazed your clit through the fabrics of your underwear. He tested your warmth and smirked when he felt your pussy pulse and yearn for the cock that kept on twitching, threatening to cum already. He grabbed onto your jiggly hips and guided your entrance to face his penis. He wasn’t large; in a way, he was lower than average. However, his personality and confidence brings out the best of his talents of pleasuring you in general. His size never mattered, he still made you orgasm effortlessly despite the littleness of his cock.

 Trevor stroked your skin with his thumb before he pushed himself into you, gagging moans of joy and delight.

“Ohhh, YES!” Cried Trevor.

No matter how many times he had fucked you, every time felt like your first. Sweat trickled down your forehead as your mouth fell open. Your moans were pushed away since he began thrusting aggressively. Your whole body moved with him, his hands almost bruising your hips while he maintained eye contact; biting his lip, winking every time he pushed out. Trevor’s charismatic smile made you squeal as well as the overwhelming sensation of his cock rampaging to break your sex.

“Mmm, Trevor!”

He rocked faster and harder. He was panting and gagging, gripping your tits suddenly and toying with them while he grunts at how violently he was fucking. You quickly held onto his wrists and released heavy moans from your mouth. The nighttime felt so empty before you two filled the surrounding desert with your screams of pleasure. The bed was extremely unstable considering it slammed against the walls whenever he mounted back into your wetness.

“Oh, God… [y/n], I fuckin’-“ His hands groped harder as he began feeling vulnerable in his state, “Fuck, fuck!” You whined while biting your tongue, feeling the climax approaching. Trevor’s penis was nothing but torture to the man. He fell backwards in attempt to give you a final blow, and when he thrusted back into your pussy, the trigger was pulled.

“TREVOR!-“

You practically restrained him with your hands snatching his wrists still. Trevor, in time, pulled out and came all over your thighs and knees. His tongue fell open as he whimpered at the impact of his orgasm, animalistically staring up into space in his intoxicated manner. You came soon after, wetting the bedsheets underneath you. The moment of pure ecstasy felt like a glitch in the matrix. You grew light-headed since you experienced a rush of blood just after waking up, but it was all worth it.

“Ohhhh, fuck…” Trevor lilts when rubbing his foreskin, wiping away any pre-cum that stained the tip before he even penetrated you. He gazed over to find your face filled with satisfaction. The man felt proud of his efforts and lowered his head, kissing the corner of your drooly mouth. His lips vibrated softly; “I love you, baby.”

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

[j3st3r-13]

black and white movies

this is a preview the full thing is on my ao3 :) read here

He smells like bourbon, redwoods, and weirdly enough kale. He ditched the old cologne his “wife” bought him as soon as you said you didn't like it, he never liked it much either. You soon realise that he is made beautiful and dangerous like the sun he adores to rest under. When you are allowed close enough you're certain that this is what he is, the sun. Bright and flashy but with the ability to destroy anything in his wake.

As you lay, entangled on the white sofa, with movies playing softly in the background you find yourself being lulled to sleep, by the rise and fall of his chest and corny dialogue.

Micheal is your slice of pure sun, and you are the moon that he can't reach his full potential without.

#michael de santa #michael townley #Michael dilf santa #gta v #Gta 5 #michael de santa x reader #michael townley x reader #fluff #gta v fanfiction #gta 5 fanfiction #grand theft auto v #grand theft auto 5

[redtoondevils]

In ending A, where you kill Trevor. Michael will start to have those dreams about him. That he sees Trevor in his sleep. And that it is foreshadowed, when Trevor said, "I am your fucking nightmare!" In the Mission called 'Bury the hatchet.'

He even stated, at some point when they were handing out, and they were talking about their friendship. That even in the afterlife, Trevor will come back and haunt Michael every day.

And it becomes true, when Trevor appears in Michaels Nightmares. Trevor haunts his dreams. That I can Imagine, what his dreams would look like.

Michael is sitting in his chair, watching TV. Till he heard, a loud banging on the door. He get's up to investigate, not without preparing himself. He creeps up on the door, then opens it, only to find no one in sight.

He gets confused, and closes the door. Thinking nothing of it. Then he goes back into watching Television. He spends the whole day, watching some programs then decide to get ready for a nap. He turns off the TV.

Then starts to walk back up stairs, walking past the sounds of Jimmy playing his video games, then walked to his master bed room. He walks in, and finds that his room is empty.

There's no Amanda, she must be still out shopping in town. Michael, makes his way to the closet room to change in his Pj's. Which is just some while short's and no shirt.

Then Michael walks back over to his side, of his bead, then made himself comfortable. He lay's back, resting his heads under his arms, and feels himself get droopy. Then while, he was about to zone out, he hears a knock at his Bedroom door.

Michael calls out, "Amanda? Are you back, Honey?" He assumed. No reply. Michael sighed, and moves himself off his bed sluggishly. "Amanda?" He say's again walking up to the door. Then, with out notice. The door busted open, which almost got Michael's heart to explode, as he jumped back in surprise.

And he didn't recognize who it was, first thing, but he was horrified. The person, came in, with an angry expression, Michiel begins to recognize this person quickly, he backs up. The person, had hairy legs, is holding a shot gun, in his hands, with thinned black hair, ontop of his head.

Had that strange odor on him, and is wearing a wavy pink blossomed dress. Michael slammed back into the wall, stuttering "T-Trevor?" Trevor gave him the scariest look, then screamed out, "WHY DID YOU BETRAY ME, YOU F-CKER!?"

Michael screamed out. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-" The dream, then fizzled out, then he felt a person calling out his name, and shaking him awake, while he flailed about, kicking his leg's and shouting. 'Michael...' "AAAAH! AAAAH!" He shouts, 'Michael.

Michael, wake up!' His vision comes around, and he's still a little freaked out he swings his arm, in a direction of where he felt the person, and he kind of hit's them. But they held on as tightly as they can, 'Michael!' A female voice called out, "Michael, it's only in your head sweety!" The females face, came in view.

Grabbing a hold of his arm, but she was also in pain. Michael blinked his eyes, then shook his head then immediately felt very bad. "Amanda!" Michael cried, positioning himself correctly, then put's his hand on her shoulder. While she messages her face, from the impact. "Baby! I'm..I'm so sorry!"

He started to apologize. Amanda, sit's up on her lap, looking at Michael, smiling. "Oh no! It's okay, you were just having a bad dream! It's not your fault!" She assures him, but Michael looks down feeling sad, for hurting his wife.

"But, I hurt you!" He say's, still in shock. Then he felt her hand touch his face, then he looks back up at her, again. "I'm okay, Michael! You didn't hurt me too hard! I understand it, it's fine!" Then she strokes his face, while he eye's her. "You are a strong woman, Amanda."

He tells her, Then he hugs her. And she held, her arms around him, then say's "I'm glad that, you are okay. Too Michael." "Yeah." He agrees softly.

She pet's him softly, and could feel that he's still trembling from that nightmare, "Just relax darling. It's alright. Take deep breaths." She instructed, him. Then he lifts, up his head, then breathed in his nose slowly. "Then count to five.", he holds his breath.

For five seconds. "And let it out." He breaths out. Then she said, "Now, come on. Let's get ready for breakfast. We'll wake the kids up, and get them to join us." She suggested, giving him a smile, before turning away, Michael smiled too.

Then he did the same, he turned around sitting on the edge, of the bed. Then put's his bare feet down to the floor, then stand up. Stretching up his back, feeling the air pockets in his spine, and shoulder blades pop. When he stretched, "Aah." He groaned, then let's his arms fall down to his sides, then looked over watching Amanda walk out the door.

Feeling adored, by looking at her long black messy hair. When she was petting it down, with her hands. "That's my woman..." He whispered, pleasantly with a blush. Then, he went around to the cupboard, to go in, and change out of his Pj's. And into his classic, fancy dress up suit. Ready to start the day.

#gta 5 #gta #fanfiction #gta 5 fanfiction #gta 5 michael #gta 5 option A #gta5 option A ending #Gta 5 trevor #trevors ghost gta #GTA #grand theft auto #grand theft 5 #gta 5 michaels dream #nightmare #funny #funny nightmare #ghost haunting #short story #revenge #friends #gta 5 michael and trevor #gta 5 amanda #gta 5 michaels house #trauma #husband and wife

[pattrevor]

Update

Just been doing some research for the potential Pattrevor Plot bunny that I had earlier (You know the one where Trevor goes apeshit and kills Martin because he hurt Patricia) only to realise someone on A03 had the same headcanon and had already done such a thing.

The good news is it saves me writing it, the bad news now I have nothing to write lol. Oh well. Still the author did an amazing job writing Pattrevor though particularly showing Pat’s POV. Here’s the fic where Trevor kills him because Martin hurt Patricia

#gta 5 fanfiction #gta 5 #trevor phillips #fanfiction #a03 fanfic #writer things #writerslife #writer problems #fandom ships #my thoughts #just my thoughts

[theawfulwriter]

hello everyone, I’m new to tumblr,have no clue what I am doing

Hi! I’m planning on doing some head cannons or writing scenarios if I’m brave enough for various shows/videos games, I have no clue what I am doing but I’m hoping this will be ok enough for you guys here is a list of who I will write for:

Games:

Call of duty: reznov,Dimitri,ghost and soap (sorry,short list)

red dead redemption: Arthur,Dutch,Micah Javier,(and others if you’d like)

GTA 5: Michael,Trevor,Franklin and Lester

(I will definitely add more later on so if you have any shows or games request let me know and I’ll see what I can do,but that is all I can think of right now, and I don’t own any of these characters please don’t sue me🥺🥺)

I don’t really have any rules or anything I won’t write for.If you are a writer I would love for you to come to me if you need any requests.thx for reading!!!🥳🥳🥳

#red dead redemption 2 #cod headcanons #gta 5 fanfiction #request

[d-u-s-t-9379]

Hey, guess who spent way too much time designing a fake cover for her fanfic instead of actually writing it???

#gta v #grand theft auto 5 #grand theft 5 #grand theft auto #gta 5 #gtav #gta5 #gta 5 fanfiction #gta v fanfiction #gta fanfiction #grand theft auto fanfic #fanfic #grandtheftautov #graphic design #title drop #the sequel is a-comin' #tfof #tsos

[cultofkakyoin]

Request List  

A/N: Hello, friends, since requests are postponed, I wanted to make sure all of the requests are listed so you all know what I saw your request and this master list will update once new ones are posted 🍓❤️🍰

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

One Night in the City | SDC Dio - Done

Daddy Dearest | 6taro - Done (Ao3)

Lessons for The (Fortunate) Victorian Boy and The (Unfortunate) Victorian Girl | Jonathan Joestar - Done (Ao3)

Cioccolata - WIP

Yandere 4taro - WIP

3otaro - WIP

Cioccolata - WIP

Kars - WIP

Grand Theft Auto

Ron Jakowski - WIP

Lamar Davis - WIP

Resident Evil

Yandere Luis Serra - WIP

Fallout

Myron - Wip

#Requests #wips #works in progress #read on ao3 #ao3 #gta 5 fanfiction #fallout fanfic #jjba x reader #Jjba fanfic #x reader #reader insert #masterlist

[bortchorton]

A poly story about Michael, Trevor, Franklin, and my OC, Bunny. Self-indulgent? Maybe. But there is a plot, I promise.

There are plenty of conflicting feelings regarding Michael and Trevor's relationship which only intensifies the more time they spend with each other, and with Frank and Bunny.

Franklin struggles with his sexuality, and his confusion has rippling affects on the people around him. Bunny struggles with her anger and the bad decisions her anger leads her to.

Michael is still convinced he can fix things with his family and strings just about everyone along. Trevor is angry, and lonely, and he gives his love while waiting, impatiently, for it to be returned. That's kind of it, really.

#gta 5 fanfiction #gta v fanfiction #trevor philips #michael de santa #franklin clinton #original character #trevor philips x oc #michael de santa x oc #franklin clinton x oc #michael x trevor #poly fic #michael x trevor x franklin #idk what to tag #trikey #ao3 fanfic #archive of our own #my oc #my fic #original post

[cutepervert]

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

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

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

#trevor philips #trevor phillips #gtav #gta v trevor #gta 5 #gta 5 fanfiction #fanfiction

[suvidrache]

Request from @ag098 | Link To Work Here

The reader is kidnapped by Trevor and becomes Ron's responsibility.

Tag List: @eli-chris. @queendeeshorrorimagines. @sunmoongoddess. Join my tag list here.

(Unsure if I can post it to Tumblr or not. but it is here & I apologize for the delay <3)

#gta v ron #ron jakowski #ron x reader #trevor philips x reader #trevor x reader #trevor philips #gta headcanons #gta 5 fanfiction #gta v trevor

[rreskk]

When two souls collide

Summary: A new alternative club opens and you happened to collide paths with a stranger... And to this day, you still think of him.

Pairings: Fem!reader/ Trevor Philips. Goth!reader/ Trevor Philips

Word count: 3500

TW: Smut

Somewhere in the mid-west, 1993.

You can’t recall the clubs name, or which friends even invited you. All your collective memory was based on one particular man, some lonely stranger. Out of everything you could remember from that night, it was him and his rowdy appearance. His hands, to this day, has left a burning sensation over your naked skin. You wondered where he was now… The night was so young but it ended so fast. Wishing you said goodbye, you breathed and lived through the nostalgia of his name, Trevor Philips. A Spector of your imagination, the cause of all your wet dreams, the person that changed your perspectives of a man.

  The settlement of grunge and new-metal arrived. The club was alternative and special. The place was filled with dyed hair, chained bracelets, black platforms and of course, leather jackets. It was the first local business to manage a club based on the new wave of alternative music. All the old rock you were used to? Gone, wiped out, now you were hearing angry yet danceable music with an edgy turn. It was incredible.

You were moving around with a cup full of cheap beer, admiring the people around you totally freak to the new music. The place was scattered in dirt and sweat (none of which concerns you), it helped produce a more enjoyable atmosphere where judgements were kicked out by the front door. Being left alone to explore this contagious energy of a room, you probably met many awesome people along the way. By ‘probably’, you can’t remember… Yet the photos said otherwise. Drunk, plastered… hanging with some random punks; dancing with high goths, exchanging cheap drugs with some underage grunge high-school drop outs. It was a night of complete wonder!

As you were syncing to the music, you got consumed by the melodies of the electric guitars and bass. Your eyes were closed when some… Unfamiliar hands cradled your waist, swerving your hips to the beat. The hands were aggressive and needy. It wasn’t uncommon for someone to crave some exotic dancing so you allowed this person to violate you with their rough fingers, tracing down from your neck to your lower stomach. A few more minutes and you felt their hips grind against your behinds. Admitting it was strange, you turned around and faced this man.

You were met with some piercing brown eyes with a scar running from his eyebrow to his eyelashes. He stared back at you, observing, wanting. There was a silver nose ring occupying his left nostril before some brown hair strands fell onto his face. Like a pirate on a winters day, his hair was tied back, wildly fighting against the black hairband. His face, his jaw. He was scrawny and dangerous. You couldn’t concentrate on one thing… There was so many perfect details from his eyes to his goatee. Your eyes scanned this… Man with fascination.

“Whatcha lookin’ at?” His faint Canadian accent caught onto your attention. This guy was a tease.

His hands remained tight around your waist as you both moved to the music. You didn’t pull away. No matter how crazed this man looked, he was intoxicatingly attractive.

He wore a black vest with a punk band imprinting the fabrics. Even through the dark shades, it was bloodied and dirty. You should be disturbed but the alcohol held you hostage. Instead, you observed him closer as he guided you through the dance floor. His bare arms, tanned and filled with scratches and bruises, enclosed your freedom. His huge biceps taunted you into moving against his chest and crotch. Now you could smell him.

 Pure.

Alcohol.

And.

Nicotine.

You should have coughed, you should’ve gag, you should of refused… No. You didn’t. The beer took you for granted and thought his smell suited this place, this new scene. Jesus, he was insanely hot.

“Can you hear me, sugar? You look smashed.” He grinned with his full set of teeth. He was leaning closer, wanting to hear your sweet voice for the first time.

You returned this flirty exchange.

“Aren’t we all?”

The way his eyes widened at your seductive lullaby of a voice. The man tilted his head and leaned closer, this time, he came closer for another reason. Why you both were swerving away with the majority of the crowd, his eyes sacredly stared at your lips. You noticed this almost immediately and inhaled sharply with temptation.

“Are you drunk?” You quickly asked as his pupils were weirdly dilated and tiny.

“…Aren’t we all?”

Fuck. This man. That smart mouth backhandedly used your phrase for his advantage. It was hot. A bit too hot. It made you blush.

He smirked at your reaction before pushing himself forward, smashing his dry lips against your ones. As the whole universe combusted into multi-galaxies, you reached for his shoulders for stability. Your legs were jelly since he kissed you and if it wasn’t for his broad shoulders, you’d have fallen backwards drunkenly. With a squeeze, you felt his shoulders and came to the conclusion that he obviously did sports. No normal man would develop these types of muscles without a kick-start of heavy lifting or hockey.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” The man inquired after breaking from the kiss.

You looked into his drugged eyes and smiled, “[Y/N].”

“[Y/N]…” He tasted your name on his tongue… The thought process of pronouncing it, he came to the conclusion and gave you a lustful grin, “Gorgeous name.”

“And you?”

“Trevor Philips.” There was no hesitation. This guy, Trevor, gave his full name and studied your expression. He seemed satisfied when you smiled.

It got more crowded when a popular song came on. Trevor noticed the increase in population and took your hand, tracing your drunkenness across the floor towards a quieter end which was only held captive by some drunks and stoners. It stunk of weed. The drug must have contaminated the air since you felt light-headed yourself… until he nudged you against the wall, his fingers teasingly crawling up your shirt. As soon as the cold tips grazed your skin, a lasting sigh relieved itself from your throat. Trevor grinned at the affect he had on you.

“You like that, ay?”

You nodded before giving him a desperate kiss. Trevor grumbled through this heated intimacy as he caressed your naked back, his veiny hands crumbled underneath your layers of clothing. He held you against this brick wall and the heavy music, in the background, helped give you both a beat to work with. Your eyes flattered closed while Trevor tilted his head, breaking his tongue through your guards. He was intense with this kiss. There was no time to prepare yourself considering he attacked you with this sudden pleasure. There was hesitance when you felt his tongue touch yours. Despite the lack of sobriety, you understood that this would lead to further actions, further association with this stranger that had you wrapped around his finger.

You gasped when his fingers unclicked your bra. It seems as though he took the advantage when exploring your back. That sneaky son of a bitch’s hands migrated from your back to your waist, to your stomach… To your breasts. He squeezed your breasts through the loose bra, toying with them like a ball of slime. Your cheeks burnt with fire! Trevor was groping you in a public place. Clearly he found enjoyment as he’d chuckle through the rough kiss, gaining no control of himself at all.

You forced your lips away from his and proceeded to beg for air. You took deep breaths while the man surprised you with some tainted neck kisses. Within the crook of your neck, he licked up and down, not wanting to depart at all.

“Trevor,” You croaked out.

He couldn’t hear you.

“Trevor.”

The man snapped his head up in an instant. You pushed his hands away from your body and clicked your bra back up. He looked disappointed.

“What’s the matter? I thought you were enjoying yourself.”

You tried to shake off your blushed cheeks, “I was. It’s just… I don’t like being watched.”

Trevor’s eyes squinted, “Someone’s watching us, hm?” He turned around and observed the area like a hawk. “Who’s the stalker? Who wants a taste of me-“

“No, no. No one is. I just don’t want them to.” He seemed confused. You sighed and explained yourself again, “Privacy…”

His eyes lit up after connecting the dots. Trevor gave you a toothy grin again, grabbing your wrist with authority as he ushered you towards the bathrooms.

“Arhh, I can’t wait. Hand job? Blow job? Boob job?” He listed when sheltering you into a small public toilet. Trevor’s shoulders and height was undermined. The space was so overwhelmingly tightly closed, you cringed with a nervous chuckle. He didn’t seem to care though. He carried on babbling out. “We could go risky and I can pull out. You want me to eat your pussy? Finger? Oh! What about a thigh job!”

Fuck, he was obviously used to these types of hook-ups… It nearly made you feel jealous. You watched this man worship your body with his hands only to realise he’s probably taking no importance to you, at all. You leaned against the sink and remained silent.

“Well? You gonna say something? You gonna at least hold me? It’s rude leaving a man wanting… Or are you one of those evil witches who makes out with you and then leave.” Trevor ridiculed with a scowl.

You shook your head, “Oh, sorry. What were… The options again?”

“Am I a fuckin’ male prostitute, huh? Do I look like one?” He snapped, flaring out his hands to seem intimidating.

You reintroduced yourself with his appearance. Black vest, black cuffed ripped jeans… Black boots, chained bracelet, some random bandana tugged into his pocket, pink socks. To be honest… He does look like a prostitute now.

“WELL?”

“No, you don’t.” Another lie detected, “I’m just wondering what you wanted to do.” God… You sounded so bored and uninterested, it even killed you internally.

Trevor’s expression darkened. He moved closer, the complexity behind the shallow surface area making tensions hotter. You held your chin high when he immediately came closer than an arm’s length, staring into your nervous eyes. His jaw was clenched and you could see the bones grind together, it made his facial hair move with the skin. It made you… Scared.

“I don’t like being rude to ladies, especially beautiful ones… But that… That fuckin’ bored look you have going on? It’s fucked up. Do you want me or not? You did on the dance floor. What changed in that fucked up head of yours, huh? Am I no longer attractive? Do I need to get naked? I bet you are judging my dick size, aren’t cha. You wanna see a piece of my meat? I’ll give it to you, FOR FREE. You’re lucky I’m offering a good fuck without paying some petty cash.”

He stood back after ranting and gave one last look at your body. It was like he was eye-fucking you. The way he smirks, it was disgusting. You could tell he’s imagining something going on, something involving you and his dick.

“Why would I wanna let a sweet girl like you run off?” He whispered before making eye contact. You froze and turned red in the face again. His mood-changes were so deadly but now… You couldn’t resist his idolisation of you. The attention you craved, he’s serving it without shame.

Trevor attentively noticed this change in persona as your shoulders dropped and your knees got weaker. He breathed out a cackle.

“You just want someone to worship you, hm?” He cruelly winked, “You want some hands abusing that body of yours… Isn’t that right?”

Closing your eyes, you nodded.

Trevor bit into his lip, “Hmm… I like your kind… They are always so… Different and kinky.”

“My kind?”

“Yes, your kind. Dyed hair, black claws for nails…” He dazed to your legs, “Fishnets…” He looks at your chest, “Leather jacket with… Black laced bras…” Trevor smirked, “Goths. Gothic women… Fuck, so hot.”

He was getting under your skin. His deep voice hanging by a thread with every word. You tried to keep it under control but he was still opposite you, waiting for you to break. Trevor stared and stared until there was a change in attitude.

“Why don’t you… Let me love you, sugar. I don’t bite… Unless you beg me to.”

A finger demanded you to look at him. Trevor held your chin and caressed your cheek with his thumb.

“Just say yes. Come on… I know you want to…”

Trying to keep up your dignity, it all fell like shattered glass the moment his hand stroked your cheek… To heavily choking your neck. How did he know you liked it rough? His palm threatened to cut off your airlines as his fingers teasingly played around with your bottom lip. You pathetically fell into his grasp, making Trevor smile with pride.

“There we go…” He purred before slamming you against the sink again, “Come on, baby. Help me out here.” He tugged onto your waist, silently asking you to jump up onto his crotch. You held the sink behind you and bounced up. Trevor automatically caught you, holding your weight as your legs wrapped around his hips. Your back leaned against the mirror and wall, it shook pretty hard.

“I-“ Your words were stolen by his sudden kiss. Your head was pushed back into the wall behind, Trevor completely taking control of the situation. Not purposely, he was seemingly desperate and impatient. He growled animalistically in the kiss as he placed you onto the sink. You were going to question his intensions but it was answered the second you felt his hand tear your fishnet, freeing the access to your panties. It made you gasp into his mouth.

And a finger curiously stroked your pussy through the fabric. One hand remained around your throat while the other explored up your skirt. Your fishnets were ruined. The holes were big but Trevor craved freedom to your clit, destroying your favourite tights. He broke away from the kiss to bend down and take a sneak peak of your dampness; his hot breath discriminating your thigh.

“Oh God…” You mumbled.

“That ain’t my name, sugar.” He spoke, emerging from your skirt. Trevor’s eyes glistened before he pushed his hips against your open legs, edging you into giving him what he wants. Pleas of pleasure.

“Mhmm…” Your throat vibrated against his hand as it clenched more.

“Come on…”

“Trevor-“ You were pressed against the wall again, “Trevor, please!”

“Please what?” He chimed.

“Please… Please fuck me, fuck me.” Finally, the deed was out. It was in the open, making the room more unbearably hot and humid.

Trevor grinned and loosened his grip around your neck. The change in aggression, he started caressing your skin again. The serotonin boost from this affection altered your desires and you found yourself hurdling your hips forwards, wanting to stroke against his large bulge that throbbed every few seconds.

“Ohhhh, you naughty girl.” Trevor snickered.

A finger flicked away your pantie line and your pussy was met with the humid air. Knowing it was coming, you kept your sight on him. Trevor unzipped his flies and handled himself rather violently. His cock twitched and erected further up. You nibbled your lip and gave him lustful eyes. He melted at this and, without warning, thrusted himself into you. Showing no mercy, nothing but pure sexual delight.

“Fuck!” You squealed and cried.

“Oh, oh-“ Whimpered the man, his whole demeanour changing as he let every noise to mankind escape his mouth. He grabbed your ass from the sink and lifted you up. He slid into your deeper considering your hips were practically towering onto each other. It was revoltingly amazing. His tongue hung out like a dog and you were biting into your lip, making the skin peel and bleed.

“Oh, yes… Yes!” Apparently your praises motivated him to fasten the pace. Your whole body jiggled as he bounced you repeatedly on his killer dick. Merciless, he ascended into a haze of ecstasy. You took sight of his ecstatic scowl, taunting and beating you.

“Fuck, fuck.” He’d grunt.

You were beginning to sweat now. The humidity grew and your shirt began sticking to your laced bra, giving Trevor the viewpoint of his fantasy. The way his eyes beamed. He dug into you while watching your tits bounced.

“Shit… Oh, oh yes!” Protesting and whining, you gripped onto the collar of his vest and was in shambles when he was rough and tough. The night turned out better than you thought. Wherever your friends went, you didn’t care. If you would tell them that some random guy was giving you the best shag of your life, they’d assume you were lying. You stared at Trevor completely drooling over the sight of you on his dick. Something about the way he stared back, it was a yearning sign of intimacy. Soon, your lips were brought together as the friction below wasn’t enough. He lied there inside you, pumping and bruising your clit while devouring your mouth with his selfish tongue. He devoured your intercourse, as Othello would say… Something so biblical and inhuman about this situation, it was beyond your capability to enjoy it any further.

“I’m a-almost…” Trevor whispered against your wet lips, “Fuck… Oh, God. Baby… Baby!” The voice of desperation lingered and lettered with echoes. You would be sure people would hear now. This guy was ruthless and loud, obnoxiously slamming his boner into your crying pussy. Trevor inhaled sharply before…

“Oooohhh, GOD!”

He edged forward, burying his face into the crook of your sweaty neck. His hot breath penetrated your skin and he pulled out just in time to stain your leather skirt with his semen. You gasped and bit your lip to refrain further moans.

“Fuck…” Trevor gulped, jacking himself off to your clothes. You held his head still as he was still nuzzled into your neck. Although he finished before you, the man held no hesitation and brought two fingers into your wetness. The warning wasn’t there and you yelped in surprise.

“Say my name, baby.” Clearly out of breath, he tried his best to keep his stamina flexible for you.

“Trevor…” You repeated, “Trevor, oh my God.” His fingers were brutal. They skipped through and fingered your clit, speedily resurrecting your climax through the sound of your precum squelching between his fingers. You’d gasp and pant. He remained tucked into your jaw, pressing delicate kisses while his upper body shook dramatically at the affects of his fingering.

“Shit… I’m gonna cum…”

“Do it, baby, loud… Loud for me.”

A sudden wave of pleasurable nausea interrupted and you cried out his name. Trevor licked his lips when he felt you come all over his fingers and nails, pumping in and out to help extend your orgasm.

“Trevor!” You croaked out with a pitiful glassy eyes. He lowered you onto the sink again and rubbed your pussy gently, submerging into aftercare considering you were both brutally assaulted by the strength of your orgasms. Trevor was still panting. You weren’t sure if it was his adrenaline or nicotine playing with his lung capacity. Either way, it was attractive.

“You goth girls are the fuckin’ death of me.” He proclaimed after a minute of silence.

Trevor leaned away as he zipped his flies back up. He watched you while you wipe away the semen on your skirt, trying to recover from the hook-up with discomfort and shame. With squinted eyes, he grinned.

“Don’t look so depressed, baby. You still look gorgeous as you did before… Just more… Beautifully ruined.”

Beautifully ruined? You sighed. The compliment was great and you returned this with a small smile. Trevor helped you off the sink before opening the bathroom door again. The atmosphere seemed more intense now you just finished having sexual intercourse with a stranger. You walked with a limp and scattered away from Trevor, who looked offended at your sudden skittishness. You’d think he’d do the same so you didn’t look back… Trying your hardest you cover the massive hole in your fishnets, you reunited with your friends and gossiped about your experience. The laugher increased in pitch as drinks were involved and for a moment, you reproclaimed your intoxication; unaware of the man you left behind accidentally.

He saw you leave the area. Hiding behind a large crowd of drunken punks and rowdy bikers, he cursed to himself with internal anger.

“Everyone fuckin’ leaves.” His shallowness threatening cracks.

With another one gone, he floated lifelessly to the bar and drunk until the night was officially claimed over… Until the anger was kicked out with waves of alcoholism and weed.

However, to this day, you think of him…

And he still thinks of you.

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