#Yankton Trevor
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Yankton Trevor
#Finally drew him in this era! Tensions are high and so is he#Everyone's least favourite drunk 'uncle' who keeps pawing at your dad in a miserable drunken manner#(the dad being Michael. If that wasn't clear)#Gta v#Gta 5#Gtav#Grand theft auto#Grand theft auto 5#Grand theft auto v#Trevor Philips#north yankton#Yankton Trevor#Gta trevor#gta v trevor#fan art#art#sketch#character art
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cooking up something gtav related... stay tuned.
#this game is killing me#ive got like#10 more wips in theme#north yankton...man#gta#gta v#gta 5#michael de santa#michael townley#trevor philips
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Goobers
( if you have any gta related requests feel free to send them in!! im literally out of ideas )
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GTA V Writing Masterpost:
Trevor Philips:
Trevor-Centric HCs
Befriending Trevor in North Yankton
Smut HCs
General HCs
Smut Alphabet
Smut Playlist
Teaching Michael to Ice Skate
Playing Tennis w/ Reader (smut)
Comforting Reader
Love Languages
Romantic Gestures
Trevor/Go-Go Dancer Reader (smut)
Pegging w/ Trevor (smut)
Trevor/Hypermasc Fem!Reader
Trevor/Fem!Reader Under the Mistletoe (smut)
Trevor/Singer!Reader
Trevor/Reader Who’s a Lana Del Rey Fan
Trevor/Hyper Fem!Reader
Trevor/Artist!Reader
Trevor/Easily Cold!Reader
Holidays In The Hospital (Trevor/Injured!Reader)
Trevor/Reader (After An Argument)
Michael De Santa:
Michael-Centric HCs
General HCs
Meeting Trevor’s Mother
Aftermath Of Meeting Trevor’s Mother
Smut HCs
Learning To Ice Skate w/ Trevor
Love Languages
Romantic Gestures
Michael Parenting Trevor and Brad
Roleplay (smut)
Michael/Singer!Reader
Michael/Reader Who’s a Lana Del Rey Fan
Michael/Artist!Reader
Michael/Easily Cold!Reader
Michael/Reader (After An Argument)
Michael/Wife!Reader In A Toxic Marriage
Franklin Clinton:
Franklin-Centric HCs
Stargazing w/ Reader
Smut HCs
Love Languages
Romantic Gestures
Franklin/Juggalo or Juggalette!Reader
Franklin/Very Pale!Reader
Franklin/Hyperfem!Reader
Franklin/Black, Fem!Reader
Franklin Being Jealous/Protective
Franklin/Hypermasc, Fem!Reader
Franklin/Singer!Reader
Franklin/Reader Who’s a Lana Del Rey Fan
Franklin/Artist!Reader
Franklin/Easily Cold!Reader
All I Want For Christmas (smut)
Franklin/Reader (After An Argument)
Lamar Davis:
Love Languages
Lamar/Black, Fem!Reader
Smut HCs
Wade Hebert:
General HCs
Love Languages
Brad Snider:
90’s-‘04 HCs
Love Languages
Romantic Gestures
Angry/Make Up Sex w/ Brad (smut)
Steve Haines:
General & Smut HCs
Tanisha Jackson:
General HCs
Tanya Wiggins:
General HCs
North Yankton Headcanons/Writing:
Michael, Trevor, and Brad HCs
Michael, Trevor, and Brad HCs (pt.2)
Michael, Trevor, and Brad HCs (pt.3)
Dates w/ The North Yankton Boys
Relationship HCs w/ The North Yankton Boys
Smut HCs w/ The North Yankton Boys
Random North Yankton HCs
“I love you” w/ The North Yankton Boys
Random North Yankton HCs (pt.2)
Random North Yankton HCs (pt.3)
General HC’s:
Reuniting The Family (short HC)
Various Character Relationship HCs (some smut)
Various Characters Love Languages
#gta v#gta 5#grand theft auto v#grand theft auto 5#michael de santa#trevor philips#franklin clinton#lamar davis#brad snider#north yankton#grand theft 5#grand theft v#writing masterlist#writing masterpost#My Writing Masterpost
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Things to consider about Trevor and his character:
Everything is draining me but I got some energy for some “consider” factors :)
-We all know Trevor is maths smart and very intelligent. He is no idiot. He has some serious gut intuition and, despite being so undermined, his intelligence is extremely high through knowledge and street-smarts. However, I’ve noticed low literacy development from his text messages and subtle handwritten notes around his safe houses and liquor store. Although he speaks in metaphors and riddles, I can only imagine he may suffer from slight dyslexia. Whether or not that’s him being lazy (most likely), but it would make sense considering his broken education and temperaments. It’s something to consider and suits his character!
-Also consider the fact that maybe, due to his drug and substance use, his height shortened from over the years. He may be 6’1 now but before he fell into the addiction loop, he could have been possibly taller. Like 6’2, maybe a bit taller? Shit like that happens when you grow older with such addictions.
-Trevor mentioned to Michael before that he’s “in the best shape” of his life. This makes me all giggly because — as a North Yankton slut — this basically implies that he was a bigger boy before Los Santos. Man had some fat on him, and his ID from 2004 (cos of his old picture) says his weight initially was 206. A BIG boy. Need to serve him on a golden platter.
-The biggest question in my mind: who introduced him to helicopters and planes. Trevor joined the military with talent of flying. He had his cargo-plane side-job before meeting Mikey in the Midwest, where they met. This brings to think about how exactly he managed to get hands on a plane in the first place…
-Think about his life-style, and think about how flexible his sexuality would’ve been before the professional criminality happened — or just after it started. His ability without the drugs washing the chances of impregnating. His likeness of sex and intimacy. Expect him to have unknown children roaming the states with his genes and DNA.
-He mentioned doing only “petty” crimes before Michael, meaning that he probably hadn’t of killed a human person. (Unless I’m wrong). Petty crimes, for those who don’t know, includes offences like shoplifting, disorderly conduct, common assaults (usually drunk). Real petty crimes without purpose or intent. This meant that Trevor was weirdly innocent, if we are comparing him to present Trevor. With his anger issues as well. Without Michael, he would’ve had a relatively different life with a CHANCE to reparate himself and become something more.
-Following this, consider that it’s not all Michael’s fault that his criminality and incline in mental health was partially responsible for his discharge of the airforce. We all know how Trevor felt about it, I shouldn’t have to explain how distraught he was about it.
-Also consider Trevor and Michael fucking :)
#grand theft auto 5#trevor philips#gta v#grand theft 5#grand theft auto#gta 5#trevor gta#grand theft auto v#Michael de santa#Michael townley#my headcanons#my writing#north Yankton#gta trevor#grand theft v
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Uncle T :)
#trevor philips#gta v trevor#tracey de santa#michael de santa#michael townley#north yankton#fanart#grand theft auto v
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Besties
#trevor gta#north yankton#micheal gta#micheal de santa#grand theft 5#trevor philips#gta v#grand theft auto#gta 5#gta#gta fanart#my art#sinjin drowning#jackass
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Do you think he likes my answer?
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I kinda hc Michael has always been a wuss about injuries (only when babes arent around obvi) #
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❄️☃️
#michael de santa#gta michael#grand theft auto v#gta v#trevor phillips#gta trevor#trikey#they have gay sex after trust me#yankton era
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DOOOOOODDDLLLESSSS!!!!!!
hiya!!! still working on making headcanons post!! also did doodles <3 ENJOY!!!!
#trevor phillips#gta san andreas#michael de santa#gta fanart#t/m#gta 5#gta v headcannon#grand theft auto v#trikey#grand theft auto#michael townley#north yankton#gta art#headcanon
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So how big of a meth head do you think Trevor was before Michael faked his death? In the Prologue, Trevor's face is pretty clean with no scabs or scratches that hint at drug abuse. It makes me wonder when T's meth addiction actually started, and if it had something to do with the anguish and loneliness he endured from Michael's "death".
#gta v#trevor philips#michael de santa#maybe T's vices weren't as extreme during their time in north yankton#at least not as extreme as huffing gasoline
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idk why does this concert art exists but im loving it
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It’s winter, and I can’t stop thinking about North Yankton. So, here’s some North Yankton era inspired texts feat. the boys+Lester:
#gta v#gta 5#grand theft auto v#grand theft auto 5#north yankton#trevor philips#michael townley#michael de santa#brad snider#lester crest#wonder how much nonsense I can post before everyone unfollows me then kills me in the street for annoying crimes
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Can you write a HEAVY smut abt Trevor and fem! reader doing it in the bathroom? (I'm sorry if tooo heavy)
BATHROOM BREAK
Summary: Based on 2003, you were a "training" gunner for the crew. While competing one of your first heists, Trevor took you aside to work on your "skills."
TW: Smut
Pairings: Fem!reader/ Trevor Philips
Word count: 1378
Michael’s eyes lingered the room which all hostages were cowardly cornered by Brad’s booming body — entrapping their ability to run as he spent a few seconds counting the crew, only to find two missing from the action. This made it extremely harder for them to gather the money and handle the witnesses; his heart thumping and hands gripping the gun. He found it restricting to breathe from under his mask.
“Where the fuck is T?” Mike shouted towards Brad who seemed equally as stressed.
The man shrugged in response and attempted to hush the crowd of hostages who were in hysterics. Both of them felt the anger bubble to surface at Trevor’s absent placement. Then noticing your truancy as well, being the newest member — the “trainee,” as they’d call you.
Michael gritted his teeth and cursed your name as he could only imagine where you are.
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“Oh- oh… fuck.” You grabbed the back of his neck after being pressed against the bathroom wall, his finger mercilessly confiscating your panties that fell around your thighs, then ankles.
Trevor’s mask was thrown on the floor beside the door, his hair nattered in all directions, the grease slicking it back and forwards; the ruggedness increasing by the aggression of your hands which migrated up his neck and onto his roots. Whenever you tugged, he grunted lowly and slid his finger between your opening, warming you up with his forehead nuzzled against your jaw, his breath causing you to exhale sharply.
“Trev, we gotta… we gotta wait.” You murmured despite enjoying his affections.
He scoffed in return and gently nibbled the surface of your neck before inserting a finger inside, changing your mind almost instantly as you demanded a closer contact, pulling his chest closer to yours. Making him grin.
“I can’t concentrate when I see a woman like you know her way around a gun.” He teased in your ear, his finger pumping in and out. “It gets me excited, sugar.”
He stole all your words away in an instance and your body crumbled into his arms. He worked as a foundation and kept you against the wall before feeling you grow wetter by moment. A small growl left his lips then he leaned close, kissing your lips harshly, removing his fingers one by one
“Fuck…” you sighed, leaning your head back and staring as he unbuckles the belt around his hips. Trevor still had his coat on but you still managed to see him tug out his boner that sat in his gloved hand. He really couldn’t help himself, resulting in quickies like this.
“Keep looking at me.” Trevor muttered under his breath while adjusting himself close, his hand spreading your legs more to make it easier for him as you are both standing up. The distressing restriction of flexibility was difficult until he grabbed onto your shoulders and pushed himself into you, whimpering and placing his lips against your forehead to control his heart rate.
It was hard to define how hot it was. You gasped for your life and grasped his broad shoulders when he entered, his cock buzzing with anticipation, roaming until his full length was buried – then pulling out to repeat the cycle. In and out, in and out, your back grinding against the cold wall; Trevor holding you with his arms and ensuring his cock stayed inside before proceeding forward. He also made sure you were looking at him, following his words.
The bathroom warmed up at the sound of skin-to-skin roughness and heavy breaths. Usually he was more vocal but the bathroom was settled near the main room where the crew were based. You could hear the background of yelling and shots being fired but that didn’t distract you from Trevor’s cock that sloppily thrusted into your pussy recklessly – like he had no worries nor consequences when approaching the spot that made your toes curl and mouth open with desire.
“Oh, God…” You whispered and felt him hold you closer.
“That’s right, baby,” Trevor moaned, “I’ll make you feel so fuckin’ good.”
Like he wasn’t already, your hips were toyed with and he helped you grind into him. Hearing him moan encouraged you to loosen up. Yet your ears were still listening out for the crew who were working against the clock. It made you feel bad, Trevor noticing by the stiffness of your hips before he grabbed your face with one hand and caressed your cheek with his thumb.
“Concentrate on me. Not them turds.” His voice cracked due to the arousal hitting him high.
“Uhuh…” You nodded your head hesitantly.
“Your pussy feels so good. How could I stay away?”
This made you smirk; his dirty words distracting you from the heist taking place.
He saw your reaction and pecked the nuzzle of your jaw again, ushering, “That’s my girl.”
After exchanging a saying, Trevor focused back onto the feeling and pierced his lower lip with his teeth, striving towards a comfortable pace that made you both groan with pleasure. He was known for coming quick so you were wary of how intense he was getting by the expression depicted from his face. And you saw his brows cross together, his eyes closed, meaning he was finding it difficult to hold back.
Nonetheless, you were already soaked enough beforehand that one touch made you grow butterflies – let alone his actual cock further tormenting your sex. If he was approaching fast, it made your mind speed-race into imagining the closeness and intimacy, craving his mood afterwards where he’d collapse and melt. You wanted him to come just for the taste of his exhaustion and vulnerability. The thought of it made you arch your back and softly moan, soon to be joining him as the feelings grew heavier.
“Ngh!” Trevor grunted and squeezed his eyes shut to embrace the excitement.
Moments were quicker than expected. You grabbed onto his coat and exhausted a moan as you felt him push back inside, at the same time coming, his face utterly painted with mania.
“Oh, fucking fuck!” He cried out. His legs shook and hands falling onto your forearms for support. Due to the haze of his orgasm, something else trickled down your legs and soon realised you had came previously as well. Your cum trickled across your thighs while Trevor panted heavily. His mullet was not recognisable anymore since it was coated with sweat and grease, slicked back and barely holding his crazed personality. It made him look ruined and pathetic – to your likeness.
He slowly pulled out and sighed at the state of himself; his trousers were ruffled with cum stains on them, and not to mention his coat with sweat dropping onto the fabric from his hair. This was no stranger to his usual mannerism but it would be obvious to the rest. Especially the red cheeks and his manic eyes.
Trevor kissed the corner of your mouth and then grabbed his hat.
You took this a sign to get yourself together, taking a deep breath and proceeding the formality of your appearance.
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“Are we all set?” Michael called out after collecting his stack of cash. Once he received a nod, they returned to the main room and waited for any signs of cops.
Brad was checking the cameras outside until a door opened. All hostages were held in a locker room so this was completely out of their plans.
They all gushed around and aimed up their guns before seeing Trevor walk in with a smug grin, his hands raised.
“Woah. Hey, hey.” He purred in an idiotic sing-song voice.
Mikey’s face dropped into a snarl and he caught a glimpse of you standing behind Trevor. He began to understand what exactly happened, glaring towards his so-called best friend and shook his head. “You gotta lot of audacity, man.”
Trevor raised an eyebrow, “I ain’t hurting no one? We’re right on time.”
“Where the fuck were you?”
“I needed a one to one with our trainee here. Working on her aim and… Delivering.” He said in the most perverted mutter.
“By the looks of it.” Michael commented about his appearance before turning his back. “Don’t slack around anymore, T. We only just made it.”
“On it, Sargent.” Trevor grabbed onto your wrist and tugged you against him as they all exited the doors. Being sore and freshly used, it was difficult to catch up, but he’d look back with a small grin, offering you support when running towards the getaway car.
#grand theft auto 5#trevor philips#gta v#grand theft 5#gta 5#grand theft auto#trevor gta#grand theft auto v#trevor philips/reader#trevor philips x reader#gta v trevor#trevor philips fanfiction#trevor philips/you#trevor philips headcanons#trevorphilips#my writing#my headcanons#my fanfic#my fanfiction#my fanfic writing#north yankton#thank you!#requests
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