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rreskk · 5 months

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Heatwave

Summary: Sandy Shores experiences a frightful heatwave in which disturbs Trevor and his sleep, leaving him to use the only source of entertainment - you.

NOTES: Hey guys. I've not answering requests at the moment because I really wanna focus on providing much more focussed fanfics! Trying to improve and experiment with my writing, but this means I'll upload more promising works! :)

TW: -Smut

Pairings: Fem!reader/ Trevor Philips

Word count: 1856

The humidity was ravishing like a spiteful bliss of rushed warmth evaporating from an active volcano. The many layers of heat had tangled Hell into Sandy Shores, the rock roads fuming, the metal trailers sparking and burning up. A horrific heatwave during the summer hours of early dawn. What was present outside was also found inside; unbearable temperatures and sticky mattresses heaving at his naked skin. For once he tried to sleep but it came with a downfall of sweat and irritation. The 3 day bender of meth fuelled chaos ended and the sleep deprivation caught up momentarily. So with tiredness and angst, Trevor attempted to sleep the night before and, almost choked up by the heat, ended up lying there with eyes wide open, his back stuck to the duvet and his whole body measured with sweat — head to toe — every inch.

He glanced over to your sleepy figure and glared with distain. His body rolled forwards and it grinds against your backside, needly asking for some comfort and physical contact while in the moment of Hellish heat. Though you were just as sweaty with the mattress becoming damp, you had somewhat managed to enter the process of a light sleep, your eyes closed and face aching with trickles of sweat.

“Wake up…” his finger brushed across your damp stomach, “Don’t sleep without me.”

This tauntingly disturbed your peace and quiet as you began to stir, his breath heavy on the back of your neck. Throughout the whiplashes of consciousness, his stench grew more intense due to the humidity and increasing pressure of the warm heatwave that caused his bedroom to sickly hold this stream of his sweaty musk. Your nostrils were inflamed at the punch and you peered over your shoulder, just now noticing the layers of sweat painting your skin and sticking to your shirt. He met with your eyes, still frowning.

“What?” You murmured after being eruptively woken.

“I can’t sleep.” He simply said like it was your fault.

Begging to differ, your stomach coiled at his demonising scent and slowly, you sat up from the sticky sheets.

Trevor immediately followed you with his eyes and took advantage of the free access to your body, his hands grabbing at your waist and them warm fingers sliding across your bare skin. It made you shiver as the contrast of your sweat and his sweat mixed. The sensation was more or less hot AND bothering, an unwanted caress of butterflies moving around in your tummy and making it harder to breathe. Them damned hands are only making this heatwave worse for you.

“Trevor.” You’d warn since the illy-balanced fractures of bodily temperatures were apparent to cause future sickness.

“What?” He grubbed in response, scowling. His touch remained fixated on your waist and quietly ushering you closer to his side of the bed.

Knowing it wasn’t smart to argue against this revoltingly lustful intimacy, you shook your head to avoid any more of that sober grumpiness.

“This fuckin’ heat is killing me…” And with a slight tug, you were pulled back and into his lap. Your head planted onto the sweaty chest and he gazed down with a snarky smirk. “Hey.”

A hesitant muffle left your lips as you obtained the urge to find comfort in this gooey, humid situation. While lying against Trevor was a diamond in the rough, it didn’t help with your hair and clothes sticking to your body. Overstimulation, at its finest.

“It’s too hot for this.” You protested and attempted to sit up from his close proximity.

“Is it?” He questioned before grabbing the back of your shirt. “It’s never too hot to spend quality time with my girl.”

Your body went into immediate shut down and you couldn’t hold back the grudge. Limply falling back, you gave him a deceitful sigh. “C’mon, please. We both are tired—“

“From what I can remember, you were sleeping fine. Almost too fine…” He murmured.

“Before you woke me up.”

Trevor grimaced, “What’s wrong? You don’t want to spend time with dear ol’ Trev?”

“I didn’t mean it like tha—“ Before your sentence barely spat from your tongue, his hand perversely broke an entrance down your sweatpants, harshly groping at your pussy through your sweat-shaking undies. “Fuck!”

You felt him smirk at your initial reaction. Trevor increased his grip as your back arched, the overwhelming presence of heat turning into an internal arousal, defeating your inner dignity. He maintained your steady position in his lap while that hand only abuses your pussy harsher, suddenly clawing at your clit through the damp cloth.

“Trevor, stop…” You struggled with a smile, rocking your hips and thrusted into his hand.

“Atta girl. You love it, don’t you?” He whispered as his lips remained attached to your neck. His voice vibrated throughout your body, assisting the rush of blood to your stomach and lower. And from what you could tell, as that growing urge bulged from his crotch, he was excited as well. A bit too excited.

Disabled of vocalisation – jerking your hips is the only way of communicating since he had stolen your words. How he responded was physically intimate. His finger, clinging to your panties, pulling it aside and freeing the wet mess caused by his monster teases. You just wanted to rip off your clothes and free yourself from the chambers of sweat and overstimulation but he enjoyed watching you grow frustratingly sweaty and sticky. His eyes were peeled upon the hair that stuck to your face, the silhouette of droplets on your forehead and neck illumining from the lamp beside the bed. Trevor always loved it hot and messy, heatwaves setting him off when you submit such a sight to behold.

You clumsily pulled down your lazy sweatpants with the damp panties, kicking it away with the jerk of your feet. Now you could see his veiny, pulsing hands that dared to finger your clit more than it already is. With circular motion, you watched his thumb press down and interrogate the sex, assassinating the build-up of tension starting within your thighs and making them shake with anticipation.

“Oh yeah, that’s how I fuckin’ like it.” You heard him moan when sighting your exposed lower body.

As predicted, he shuffled around, your back hitting the mattress instead of his chest and his hand, based on your clit, increasing in pressure as he used it to continue the yearnful pleasure. You moaned, eyes closed, feeling his shadow looming over your body when another hand opened up your legs more.

“Look at me, baby.” Trevor pled.

“I can’t.” Everything was spinning that you didn’t have the guts to face him in fear of coming too early.

“Yes you fucking can.” He reached for your face and aggressively open up one of your eyes, grinning when your pupils expanded at the sight of his face. Sweat, perverted eyes, wobbly lips, sharply inhaled chest that his ribs were exposed, you were devastatingly attracted to this ugly version of him.

There he was, your dirty man; all rugged for your taste and all energised for the next taster. Trevor ensured you were to keep your eyes open before glancing down, his briefs hanging around his thin waist, tugging it further down until the happy-trail trickled towards the V-line, then hitting the sight of his touch-starved cock that was caked in god-knows how much sweat. It trembled when the dim light of his night-lamp stared it down, showing off the ugliness and divine ravenous.

“Oh fuck!” You cried out, beastly needing the Devil’s touch.

Trevor whimpered and lined his cock against your loose pussy, his thumb remaining tightly against your clit to keep you actively pleasured. Inhaling the last freedom of oxygen, he pushed inwards and took control. You both moaned at the intense gratification and fulfilment.

“Mhm… Yeah, that’s right,” He breathed when thrusting, his sweat being used as lube, “God, I fucking love you!”

You were being rattled relentlessly against the mattress as your back was inhumanly stuck to the material with nothing but pure sweat. His hands gripped your thighs and kept it wide apart when rocking in and out of your pussy, ignoring how frantically they were shaking. It made your head toss and turn to try and express this unnatural wave of euphoria.

Trevor chewed his bottom lip and adjusted himself onto his knees, leaning forward, lifting your legs up, the access to your sex getting bigger and the deeper he gets to fuck you. His hair was coiled in every direction despite the thinness after it was beyond bewildered by the caking of lather. It would occasionally drool down his face and drip onto your naked skin, his own fluids from the flesh of his body warming you up while he’s inside you – how dirty and filthy – how you are bonding and loving it like a Heavan in disguise.

“Trevor! Harder!” You unconsciously whined.

He shakingly gritted his teeth and slammed his hips wildly, “Shut –“ His voice lowered, “– the fuck up, baby. Fuck!”

“Please!”

The witch-craft – or as for now, bitch-craft – of your weak voice made him stammer forwards even more, his cock rapidly beating you to a pulp, just like you wanted.

You grabbed onto his shoulders and panted while he dismantled you like a doll. The sweat becoming equally as arousing, unlike before. He was taking great care of your pussy by demolishing it. So sweet and exasperating, a last blow threw you downhill and you gave him a high-pitched moan. “I’m gonna fucking cum!”

“Cum for… Fuck… FUCK!” Trevor aimed to command you but it backfired as he could barely hold himself hostage. So in a haze of immense desire, he pressed his wrenched forehead against yours and memorised this moment before the urge to cum was threatening to follow.

“Ah! Oh! Ohh…” A hurtful whimper lasted for seconds as your whole tummy went into a series of spasms, cum squirting out, painting his cock which was flooded with more warmth and more wetness than it already was. Trevor kept on fucking you through the orgasm and moaned your name repetitively, staring at you through his eyebrows as sweat dripped off his skin and onto your cheek like a dog drooling from it’s mouth.

Your face scrunched up and your climax met with his, a sudden blow of fluids attacking your pussy and deeper. He threw his head back and shouted. “FUCK! YES!”

The bed stopped creaking and shaking when he collapsed onto you. His face buried itself in the crook of your damp neck and his cock stayed inside you while it shook off the rest of his cum. The only sound was the shared breathing between you both that was as familiar as a wolf feasting its prey.

“Yeah…” He murmured suddenly, hands hugging your curves and more of his body weight pressing against you.

Rubbing his back, you whispered, “That felt so good…”

Trevor didn’t respond and closed his eyes. You were left comforting his tired body as he finally fell asleep, probably sleeping for the next 12 hours and caging you under his weight, making you roll your eyes but smile.

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tigertofu · 8 months

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Hate to love headcanon between a fem!reader and North Yankton Trevor :)

fuck ya love the whole hate to love thing sm 😭 ...... also im sorry i struggle at making headcanon lists that are just pure n simple LISTS as they should be w/out slipping in some form of narrative sometimes and this prompt just lends itself to a story so well..... so this is some sort of half fic/half headcanon list monster. but hey this was rlly fun to write !!! ty as always for requesting 💞💞

pairing: fem reader/Trevor

summary: headcanons/short fic thing about a hate to love relationship between reader and North Yankton Trevor.

cw's: mentions of sex, alcohol

wordcount: 1,714

for narrative’s sake, let’s say that you are a small–time criminal in one of the many little podunk towns of North Yankton. one day, you catch wind of a new crew that’s set up in the area. four guys: a computer–hacking tech whiz of some sort; a big lug of a brute with a penchant for starting unnecessary barfights; a smaller, scrappier brute who’s already sniffed out and either done business with or scared off all the drug peddlers in town; and a stern ringleader who only barely manages to control his anger issues better than the others.

unbeknownst to you though, this crew has also caught wind of you. and one night, as you’re trudging through the snow to your shitty little studio apartment from the grocery store, a car pulls up alongside you and the window rolls down. the driver introduces himself as Michael. he tells you he’s heard about you; heard about how you’re one of the better thieves in the county. he tells you he’s got work for you, if you’ll take it. and ever the opportunist, you do.

a week later, you head out to meet the rest of the men you’ll be working with. they’re currently squatting in an old, abandoned hunting cabin out in the woods that border town. as you sit down for beers and talk with Michael and the computer guy—who introduces himself as Lester—you get a brief rundown of the crew’s history. they hit banks. this tends to cause a stir, so they’re almost always on the run; they landed in their current safehouse just two weeks before. while Lester and Michael cook up plans for the bigger, more dangerous heists, they make a living off of smaller endeavors. holding up gas stations, gutting truck shipments of electronics that Lester then sells off, sticking up gas stations and liquor stores. this is where you come in: there’s a well–to–do pawn shop in town, and Michael wants to hit it. but the people in your town are weary of outsiders, and the heat from the crew’s last bank job hasn’t died down yet. Michael wants you to go in and case the joint for them and, if you’re up to it, help them hit it.

right after you agree (so long’s you get a fair cut of the profits), the wooden door to the cabin slams open. two men stumble in. their faces are red from the cold and, when they get within your smelling range, you realize from booze, too. one’s tall, built like a truck, blond; the other’s got the scraggly, dark brown ends of a mullet peeking out from the edges of his askew trapper hat. there’s something animalistic in his eyes and in his drunken smirk and when he turns his gaze on you, you realize that despite his disheveled everything, he’s actually quite handsome. and you feel Something. a spark or a pang in your chest.

but then he turns to Michael and slurs, “If we’d’ve known you were getting a call girl tonight, Brad and I wouldn’t’ve stayed out so long!” and that Something instantly snuffs out as you now glare at the man with the mullet. you tell him you aren’t a fucking call girl as Michael lets out an exasperated huff and says “Shut the fuck up, Trevor.” but this Trevor guy has seemingly taken a liking to you. he saunters up to you, wavering on his feet, smirking like a cat with a mouse. asks you if you’re sure you don’t wanna make a bit of money tonight, ‘cuz he’s feeling awful lonely and you’re just a real pretty thing. you roll your eyes, tell Michael to keep in contact with you, and make your leave. you slam the door of the cabin shut on Trevor’s pleas to stick around and have some fun.

as you periodically meet up with Michael’s crew over the course of the next few weeks, your mild distaste for Trevor deepens to downright hate. sure, you think he’s attractive and you find some of his obscene jokes and observations funny, but mostly you just find them disgusting. every time he sees you he tries to coax you into bed with him, or convince you into a quickie in the car, or offers you a hit off his well-loved meth pipe, or asks you out on a date to the local tavern. you decline him every time, each “no” growing firmer and snappier. you don’t know why he makes you so mad. maybe it’s because if only he wasn’t so fucking annoying, you’d have fucked him by now.

the pawn shop heist goes well. so well, in fact, that Michael decides to keep you on for their next job: hitting a electronics store in a town a couple hours’ drive away. he sends you and Trevor alone to scope the place out. at some point during the drive, an argument erupts. Trevor asks you why you hate him. you tell him because. he asks what "because" means. you lose your temper, wondering why he chose to have this conversation now of all times, as you’re driving down an empty country lane through a nighttime snow flurry. you put on the brakes and park up on the side of the road and yell at him that you hate him because he’s disgusting, he’s pushy, and he drives you fucking crazy. as you catch your breath from your tirade, he is ominously silent. and then, in a low rumble that makes you feel things you wish it didn’t, he tells you that you drive him crazy, too.

you kiss him for the first time then and there, if only to get him to shut up. you fuck him for the first time then and there, too. an intense mix of hatred and lust that you’ve never felt before makes it rough going. while he’s got you twisted into a pretzel in the back of the car, fucking you like an animal, he keeps trying to praise you: telling you’re pretty when you’re mad, that he knew you had nice tits, etc etc while you keep snarling at him to shut the fuck up.

it’s good though, and addictive. from that day onwards, all your fights lead to angry sex. if you two start arguing in front of the others, you will both “disappear” soon after the yelling stops. if you two start arguing when alone—which starts to happen more frequently because, despite butting heads, you start to be okay with him showing up at your place unannounced—the spat will turn mid–fight into fucking.

at first, you insist on parting ways immediately after both of you are re-clothed. but then one night, after having sex in your bed, Trevor doesn’t get up to leave right after. he lays beside you, one arm slung over your bare stomach, his head face down in your pillow. and for some reason, you don’t try to push him out of your bed.

eventually, post–coital cuddling joins the mix. at first it feels wrong and gross. you haven’t quite gotten used to the various bad smells that usually cling to Trevor. but there’s something comforting about being in the arms of someone and having your arms around them after the intense emotional releases of an argument and fast, desperate sex.

he starts to stick around for long after you’ve both had your more physical needs fulfilled. you start to engage him in non–shouting conversation; start to get to know more about him. and then one day when he comes over, and there isn’t any arguments at all. just talking, drinking beers, and the slowest—which is still rough by most people’s standards—sex you two have had yet. he has a habit of sputtering out frantic “I love you”’s during sex, and it’s always annoyed and repulsed you. but this time is different. you tell him you love him to as you feel him finish inside of you.

as soon as your feelings are made known, he starts to relentlessly tease you. "Oh, but I thought you hated my guts!" he'll tease you about this so much that you'll start to actually hate his guts again during these moments when he pesters you.

for a few wonderful months, whatever is going between you two turns into a relationship. there isn’t much work for Trevor to do during this time, aside from prepping for some vague, big heist that Michael has cooked up for the crew.

by now, the other guys have long figured out what’s going on between you two. Brad frequently teases Trevor about it. Michael says he doesn’t care who fucks who, so long’s it doesn’t get in the way of your guys’ criminal careers. and it doesn’t. things go well, until—

eventually the day of Michael's big heist he's been talking up comes around. they're robbing a cash depot in town. you aren’t there for it; banks are a bit more dangerous than the marks you’re comfortable with robbing. Michael knows this and insists you sit this one out. but Trevor promises to swing by your place to lay low for a bit after the deed is done. all day you look forward to it, waiting for him to show up at your door with a big, manic grin on his face, ready to celebrate with drinks and a night in together. but then the time that he told you he’d show up at comes and goes. and then hours pass. night falls, and there’s still no sign of Trevor. you try calling him, but there’s no answer. as you lay in your bed alone that night, unable to sleep, you think that maybe the cash depot heist didn’t go according to plan and the boys had to skip town ASAP. you aren’t too worried, though. you know that Trevor can handle himself and you knew from the get–go that Michael’s crew is one that doesn’t like to stay stationary, so this was bound to happen eventually. so it’s not worry that keeps you awake until the early morning of the next day: it’s a bittersweet gratefulness for what little time you did get to spend with Trevor, and some slight regret that you hadn’t stopped hating him sooner.

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miranita · 2 months

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Here’s a little extra too for @nevergonnasimpyoumikey for the @gtafest 💖

#gtafest #hope you like it Mikey!!#trikey #michael de santa #trevor philips #gta v #gta 5 #my art #dnd #fanart #mir art

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trevor4ever · 1 month

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what song are they listening to?

#gta v #trevor philips #michael de santa #art #music sounds better with you?

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thenoman-sland · 9 months

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For the summer fest, hosted by @gtafest.

#my art #gta v #grand theft auto v #trevor philips #michael de santa #trikey #lamar davis #franklin clinton #chop #NOW while doing this i listened to blister in the sun #which was a song rec by yanko everybody say thank you yanko #is not exactly based on it i was just. listening to it. if that makes sense #when i did the sketches the description for the second one was #t with a towel after going for a swim #sand in his shorts: bad #m just thinks he looks hot.#that was all #gtafest

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trevor-phillips · 4 months

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#this was brought to you by lamar davis. or michael townley. or both #franklin clinton #trevor philips #gta v #gta 5 #gta #sof's thoughts

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folsaeure · 11 months

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GTA V trio but sapphic and trans

#everything's the same except this #Mike still gets together with Amanda and they still have kids accidentally #i literally just went 'hey what if gta5 but add the complexity of gnc trans identities' 🫰#(like in my head while thinking about this)#also this was brought to you by me being tired of ''pretty girl' versions of trev and m lol #hanasartstuff #smol gaming tag #gta #trevor philips #franklin clinton #michael de santa #lamar davis #gta v #gta 5

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reztruck2 · 4 days

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#gta v #fanart #trevor philips #when your sketch does better than anything else you did

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rreskk · 6 months

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Could you make headcanons with clingy Trevor??

HEADCANONS: Clingy Trevor

-He’s a very intense man. Something simple can make him act up, like not making eye-contact when he’s talking to you. He likes seeing the way you’d stare at him, so whenever you made no effort to form this non-verbal connection, he’ll assume you hate him. Would constantly ask “why aren’t you looking at me?” and “Am I really that disgusting to you?”

-Your hand needs to be in his 24/7. No excuse. Sweat? He doesn’t care. You need to do something? He’s coming to. You want time alone? “You hate me”

-Will listen to everything you have to say. Whether it’s something about him or the relationship, or about Janus from the bar. Trevor needs to know what’s gotten you so happy and grumpy, or he’ll assume you’re losing faith in him.

-I don’t care what you people say – HE WILL STALK. He’s a stalker, it’s canon. Trevor WILL stalk you. You may be out with your friends, at work, in the gym, at a fast-food place. He’s there, in his truck, a distance away, WATCHING.

-Expect sex every day.

-Trevor needs physical contact to live.

-He can’t eat or sleep alone once you’re around. And for whatever reason you aren’t? Dick pictures 24/7, and spam calls of him getting angry over your absence.

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tigertofu · 9 months

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Hello! Hope you are doing well! Super cool that you’re taking requests now, I have a prompt if you’d like to use it :)

Trevor as a dad! Could be headcannons about how he is as a father, how he acts during the 9 months, how he is during delivery, finding out reader is pregnant, etc. Excited to see your take on this scenario!

im doing well and i hope u are too <33 !! and ty for the request ! i've actually never thought much abt what trev would be like as a dad 🤔 so this was fun to come up with X))

pairing: fem reader/Trevor

summary: headcanon list of how Trevor would be during his partner's pregnancy and how he would be with a baby.

cw's: mentions of sex

wordcount: 1,174

• when you first tell him that you’re pregnant, he’ll be completely dumbfounded (despite his dislike for condoms and tendency to fuck rough enough to sometimes break condoms, anyways). he’s always thought he’d make an incredible father, but once he finds out that he’s actually going to be one? utter shock. it’s a good shock, though, and once it wears off he’ll give you the biggest bear hug ever, pick you up, spin you around, and absolutely cover you in manic kisses.

• he’ll watch you like a fucking hawk throughout the whole pregnancy. he won’t let you go out in public unless he’s with you, “just in case” (if you ask him, “in case of what?” he’ll ominously say “in case of anything” as if it’s obvious what he’s referring to).

• get ready to be completely smothered with attention and over–protectiveness. tensions may sometimes rise. you’ll be stressed about the whole growing another human inside of you thing, and he’ll be constantly on high–alert for anything/one that may do you harm, so he will get unfairly snippy with you more than once.

• he has good intentions though, and he’ll use every ounce of self–restraint to prevent these little tiffs from devolving into full–blown arguments because he’ll understand that stress is bad for the baby. despite all this, he may inadvertently do some things that aren’t conducive to a healthy pregnancy. like trying to light up a cigarette or his pipe while you’re sitting right next to him. remind him it’s bad for the baby enough times and he’ll start to remember to step outside to smoke, though.

• he’ll be unable to keep his hands off you during the pregnancy. every single day, he’ll take a moment to press an ear against your stomach, trying to listen for a heartbeat or feel the baby moving around. he might get impatient over this when it doesn’t happen as soon as he expects. but once he does finally hear or feel it for the first time, he’ll (loudly and kinda pathetically but still adorably) cry of happiness.

• sex will be even more frequent than it was pre–pregnancy, if you’re up for it.

• constant handholding while in public together will become a must. he’ll want everyone to know that you’re his and that it’s his baby you’re carrying. just knowing that you two will soon be a little family of three will make him insanely proud. he’ll be sure to mention that you’re expecting every single chance he gets, to literally anybody you interact with, no matter how irrelevant/inappropriate it is to any given conversation.

• the day of the delivery can go either one of two ways. if you go to a hospital, things might get a bit not–great. he’ll stay glued to your side and regard any poor nurse or doctor who comes into the room with a scowl and intense suspicion. he’ll demand an excruciatingly in–depth explanation of every single procedure they do on you. fights with healthcare professionals may or may not happen. if they do, he’ll probably get carted out by security (after a struggle that may or may not result in the costs of broken medical equipment getting added on to your final bill). then somehow sneak his way back into your room not an hour later. don’t worry, they’ll eventually give up on trying to throw him out.

• things will probably be a lot easier if you have a homebirth with the help of a midwife (depending on the patience of the midwife and whether or not Trevor decides to tidy up his place before the delivery.)

• wherever you have the baby, he’ll insist on being involved throughout the entire birth. you can hold his hand and squeeze as hard as you want to. he’ll constantly give you words of encouragement.

• if you let him, he will also take interest in (closely) watching the actual moment of birth itself. he obviously isn’t squeamish, and he’ll insist on his face being the first thing the baby sees as it enters the world so that he can “imprint on them and they'll know who their dad is” (try to tell him you don’t think that’s how it works and he’ll vehemently disagree.)

• while you’re recovering from the birth, he’ll dote on you 24/7. he’ll ask you a million times per day if there’s anything, anything at all, he can do or get for you and the baby. most of his time will be spent right by your side, but he may sometimes get extremely irritated by the baby’s frequent crying. he’ll take a moment to have some alone time outside when this happens, probably just to pace around and punch a tree or an unlucky passerby, though. then it’s right back to snuggling and fawning over the baby once he’s blown off some steam.

• no matter what the baby’s sex is, he’ll ask if you can name it Trevor Jr. he’ll let the naming be ultimately up to you, though.

• limiting the amount of time the baby is left alone with him will directly increase their chance of surviving past infancy. not because Trevor would ever do anything harmful to them on purpose, but because he isn’t the most well-versed in what objects/food/substances are appropriate or not for a baby to interact with. he’ll try feeding them solid food the day after they're born; probably meat of some kind so they’ll “grow big and strong.”

• if you decide to breastfeed, expect him to over–eagerly and constantly ask if he can help with pumping or if you want a breast massage. he will also definitely ask, at least once, if he “can have a taste.”

• he’ll absolutely love to spend time with the baby, when he’s in the right mood, which will be more often than not. he’ll lay down and have them sleep on his chest. he’ll intensely stare at them while they sleep with an expression that looks like something halfway between mild disbelief and annoyance. but he’s really just in awe that you and him have made an entire other human being together. he’ll love to let them hold onto his fingers with that, like, automatic grabby fist that babies do.

• he’ll talk to the baby a lot. Trevor loves to talk about himself, and now that he has someone who can’t tell him to shut up, or tell him that he’s fucking insane, or question whether or not his stories are real? perfect. he won’t talk to them like they’re a baby; he’ll treat them as if they understand every word he’s saying. definitely for the best that they actually won’t though because he’ll recount some very gorey stories about his past escapades.

• however, he’ll also frequently tell them that they are the most badass, most handsome/beautiful, smartest, strongest baby ever. he'll constantly give them kisses and gently poke at their chubby cheeks. despite all his shortcomings, he’ll be a very loving and protective father.

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