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rreskk · 1 month

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HEADCANONS: Fem!reader in a relationship with the Holy Trinity

MICHAEL DE SANTA – - “Ah, I’m sorry honey. The movies on.” His love language depends on how much quality time interferes with his own interests. While it may seem neglecting, you’ll come to understand that he’s in his own world. And he makes up by gifting you presents – unwanted or not – trying to reamend the many times he’s bailed on dates, etc. - He may have been a charming man at first, but being in a relationship with Michael really highlights his unfamiliarity with intimacy and connection. He’ll find it hard to communicate his wants due to that barrier between short-term desire and long-term love. You’re usually the one to make a move and give him a foundation to build his trust on. - Michael loves to be glamoured with your compliments and praises. One time he bought a new suit and showed you. After commenting on how handsome he looked, it encouraged him to dive deeper, attempting to drink and eat healthier products but also wear more fitting outfits. You make him look more presentable as you provide support and comfort. - He is a father! When dating a father, here comes responsibilities like parenting advice, and what NOT to say. You’ve experienced how dysfunctional he is. Michael knows he’s a troubling father and he listens to your advice – to an extent. He’ll mostly always add a little twist that completely destroys the meaning of your words, but it’s the consideration that counts. And maybe the tearfulness of his children after. And you annoyance because he dismissed your advice. But hey, that’s Michael! - “You’re dating a movie producer, honey.” Michael will always find a way to be prideful. In all cases where you find a flaw, he’ll shrug it off by mentioning how successful he is (in these flaws), making it sound like a good thing by paradox-ing whatever the hell he’s done – whether that’s criminality or being a selfish ass. -Surprisingly vanilla in the bedroom department. The typical rose petals on the bed and his infamous boxer shorts for when sexy time does occur. Though vanilla, it’s charming because it’s Michael. It’s more bonding he focusses on. Because he’s a bit estranged romantically, he tries to ensure sexual activity is maintained. - He invites you into this nostalgic journey. Allowing him to reminisce really brightens his mood. Even more if you engage and ask questions. It may boost his ego, but he’ll assume you are genuinely interested. - Out of the trio, due to his maturity (even that?) and experience, he’s the most likely to keep you out of the criminality, and so he should! Michael protects you from any dangers and will seclude you from his own issues.

TREVOR PHILIPS – - “What do you mean you were busy?” The most clingiest. He’s very dependant when you earn his trust. Everything has to be outwardly expressed, whether that’s a doctors appointment or Jerry from down the road talking about his heater breaking. Trevor won’t even be interested but he’ll feel safe knowing due to his trust issues. You may get interrogated a lot when you forget to tell him certain things, but if you apologise MEANINGFULLY, he’ll forgive you. Maybe… (The grudge stays there though). - He does carry this intense aura around him and it gets a bit uncomfortable. Trevor has got something constantly making him angry or sad, so you’ll have to deal with this baggage, even if that’s listening to him rant or holding him – as requested. It’s better to say nothing because if you try and be rational, he’ll assume you are devaluing his feelings. - “Why are you closing the door? Leave it open. Ain’t no one here except me.” Trevor does not understand privacy and boundaries. You could be going to the bathroom or wanting time to yourself and he’ll demand you leave the door open. For no reason. He just like hearing you shuffle around. It makes him feel less alone and more safe. However, it can be annoying for you since you are forced to deal with his smell and intensive clinginess. - Very touchy and physical. Trevor has a high sex-drive and will crave bedroom time A LOT. From quickies to a passionate 3 session afternoon which leaves you both gasping for water and the bible. He does make you feel loved though. Not an inch of your skin has been left cold. He has touched you all. One way or another… - Unfortunately includes you in his drama a lot. Trevor doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut, let alone his impulses. And he gets into situations all the time. You are either a target of revenge or a cover-up. No in between. SOS babe, you’re in some trouble.

FRANKLIN CLINTON – - He treasures normality out of them all. Franklin craves a normal relationship where you do your own thing, and he does too. Independence is key. However, sometimes you’ll wonder why he hasn’t messaged in days after he left the house last Tuesday. It can strain a bit of your relationship as you don’t share much details about your everyday life, so you have no idea about the activities he gets up to. Vise versa. - “You need a ride out?” Franklin is also observant though. He sees you getting ready and offers you a ride. He sees you looking for something, offers to look. He sees you frustrated, he offers a solution. Despite being the youngest, he’s got a heart of gold towards the people he loves. - You don’t have to prove your self-worth by being sexually active. Franklin is open-minded enough to understand boundaries and feelings. Just because you’re distant that day doesn’t mean you hate him, and he knows that. Just because you haven’t been sexually active in the past month doesn’t mean you hate him, he knows that too. - Franklin tries to keep you out of his business but sometimes information slips. He can trust the wrong people and get into some trouble, causing you to be a target of revenge. He tries to be private but he’ll talk to people he’ll deem “trustworthy”, and sometimes they can be the wrong people. - Takes you out a lot in dates. You’ll visit new diners, movies, bars, discos. Whatever. Franklin loves quality time and will ensure you are taken out every week. That’s how he bonds. You can share memories and moments together, whether that’s funny memories or romantic, or maybe sad. He finds value in everything. - The people he surround himself with can strain the relationship. Criminals and gangsters. He’ll invite strange people home and you’ll have to deal with their antiques. Franklin shrugs it off as it’s “business”, but you’ll always find the strangers invading your personal space and privacy. Dangerous strangers as well. It puts you on edge.

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stat1cstarz · 1 year

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TREVOR PHILIPS

NSFW ALPHABET

Not into Trevor at the moment.. but haven’t seen anyone else do him, so I felt like doing it.

Warnings:rough sex,absolutely filthy bastard

Genre:smut

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He barely takes care of himself, if you’ve seen his trailer you know what I’m talking about. I doubt the shower works anyways, but he’s still mindful of you, and he’ll try to take care of you. Either getting you something to eat, like take out, getting you a drink,etc.. his favorite form of after care though is cuddling you. Just ignore the stench.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He’s pretty insecure I feel, so he doesn’t really like any part of his body, but I’d go with his arms and his dick. His arms because they’re practically weapons for him, and if he didn’t have them he’d probably be broke, or dead. His dick because, well, you know how he is.. he’s a hoe, but we still love him

For you, he loves your ass, he loves thick girls to. So if you have a fat ass, he’s gonna call them his stress balls, cause he’ll take out all his emotions on it. He’ll spank it,bite it,lick it, he has no boundaries when it comes to ass.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He’d prefer if it was on you, he doesn’t see a point of cumming inside you since he’s probably infertile anyways. But whenever he cums,he usually gives you a lot, he likes saving it all for you. But he’ll try to aim for your chest or ass, but he’ll cum in you if you tell him to, but it won’t be the first place he goes for.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I don’t know why, but I see him as the type to wanna get pegged by his partner, he wouldn’t be super open to it though, since he feels like it would ruin his image. But if you’re able to get past that, he’s good with it, he can be a bratty sub to though.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s experienced, he’s had sex on multiple occasions, so he knows what he’s doing. He’s also pretty smart, so he’d pick up quickly on what you like. Where to touch you,your kinks,etc..

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Doggy style, he loves ass. I also feel like he’d be into full Nelson to, mainly cause he likes to be rough with you. He likes that he can hold you by your throat,while slamming inside you at a inhuman pace(probably cause he just snorted some bath salts)

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Serious, only goofy on accident

He’s pretty humorous, especially around you,Micheal,and Franklin. But he sees sex as something serious, he feels like being funny would ruin it, and the mood. He’d also believe that all his progress went out the window, especially if he wanted to try something new, or tried to do something romantic.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Bob Ross bush, he doesn’t shave anything except his face. He’d shave it if that’s what you’d prefer, but if not, he’s just gonna leave it alone.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He’s pretty rough on you, but he can still be romantic. He’d light candles for you in the bedroom, than shove you face down, ass up into the bed. That’s just how he is lol.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He jerks off pretty frequently, but not when you’re home. He only jerks off at work or when he’s in Los Santos or outside of Sandy shores and can’t get help from you. He does like jerking off around you though, like mutual masturbation or voyeurism/having you watch.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Daddy/Mommy kink, slapping,spanking,bondage

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere, literally, anywhere. He has no respect for other people,and he’s a cracked out killer, he’d fuck you in front of a playground if he was horny enough.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Meth, I don’t know if a high libido comes with being high, but when he’s high he’s practically begging for you.

Or when you compliment him, like tell him he’s handsome,hot, etc.. he’s gonna be all over you

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Degrading,he only talks to people he hates like that,and he doesn’t wanna think of them. He’s also insecure already, and wouldn’t wanna be talked to like that,especially from his partner

He also wouldn’t wanna include blood,shit,or piss

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He prefers receiving, mainly cause he never gave oral, and doesn’t know what he’s doing. So you’d have to warm him up to it, but don’t push him. Than he’ll just get uninterested in oral all together

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Rough and fast, CBAT shit

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s ok with them, if you’re horny enough or if he is, he wouldn’t mind getting you off.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Pretty risky, and ok with experimenting, only if you’re ok with it. But if you tell him about something, he’d be down to try it. One thing he likes is public sex. One time he took you to a drive in theater, it was pretty crowded, with cars everywhere.

But he decided to try some cockwarming, so there you were, him buried balls deep inside you, on the back of his truck, while a movie was playing

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He’s athletic, and usually cracked out on speed, so he can go for about 3-4 rounds till he’s tired or someone’s overstimulated. He’s also got enough experience to last a while, he prefers if you cum first anyways, so he’ll try to cum after you

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He’s good with toys, he’s willing to use them on you or himself. Wanna try double penetration? He’s got enough dildos for both of y’all. You like vibrators? What level do you want? You like anal? He’s ready for that to

In conclusion: he’s prepared for whatever you throw at him

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves teasing you, making you beg for him makes him hard as a rock.

He also likes being teased, it gives him a reason to punish you and spank you, especially if you tease him around the two other cunts, or try to get attention from Franklin or Micheal. Or if you embarrass him around some important people or business partners

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Loud as hell, the whole trailer park can hear him.

He prefers making growls and grunts to, it’s rare they you’ll catch him moaning

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He loves fucking you while you’re drunk, or on your period. He loves that you’re so horny for him, and you just need him inside you. He wouldn’t fuck you on you period tho, but he wouldn’t mind fingering you. He wouldn’t want blood on his dick, but he gets blood on fingers a lot so he wouldn’t mind it.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

I know that he says he’s not big, but he is

I’ve seen him in just his underwear, and dear lord-

He’s about 9 inches, and 10 when erect. He’s also pretty girthy, but he’s mainly long. He’s not super big in terms of weight, but he’s about 6’1-6’3, so he’s got a good amount of length on him.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

High as shit, he’d fuck you everyday if overstimulation wasn’t a issue

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He goes to sleep late and wakes up late. You always fall asleep first,he also wants to make sure you’re safe to before he decides to sleep

#gta #gta v fanfiction #gta v #gta 5 #i need a big boy #trevor philips #trevor philips x reader

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strawberrybobamilk · 9 months

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SFW Alphabet - Trevor Philips Edition

TWs: Some swearing, brief mentions of violence and drugs

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Trevor isn't the most romantic guy, but similarly to how he acts around Patricia, when he is truly in love with someone he will tend to become a soft sweetheart. Either by holding hands with you, calling you pet names (ex: "cupcake", "sweetcheeks", "gorgeous" etc) and other small gestures, he will always find a way to show his love to you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Trevor as a best friend would be that kind of friend that loves to tease you and mess around with you enjoying your annoyed reactions, but still always being there for you, hanging out with you (mostly to get drunk), and killing whoever wrongs you. Trevor would meet you for the first time by seeing you at the Yellow Jack Inn getting harassed by one of that bar's usual old drunk customers, so Trevor beat up his ass and got kicked out for the hundredth time; you got out to thank him and that's how your friendship started.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He cuddles with you everyday! He loves cuddling with you in bed or on the couch spooning you, playing with your hair and holding you like a big teddy bear until he falls asleep. You're the only one who can calm him like this.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Michael says that Trevor isn't the marriage guy. In some way you could say that is kinda true, but if Trevor really loves you he'd gladly settle down with you. As for the houseworks, as you can tell by the state of his trailer, he's preeetty bad at that; if you ask him, he'd try to do some cleaning and actually manage to make things worse, so you'll be the one taking care of the cleaning: you'll clean the house and as soon as Trevor arrives he'll undo everything by leaving behind a path of chaos. He'll sometimes try to cook you something, but ends up burning the food, or in the best case scenario, the food isn't reduced to a piece of coal but tastes absolutely vile (but it's the thought that counts).

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Let's be honest, this is Trevor. He would NEVER break up with you.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

As also said in the D part, Trevor would love to get committed with you if he feels like you're the perfect one, same for the marriage part: he'd ask you to marry him kinda quickly, like after some months you've been dating.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Trevor is anything but gentle. With people in general. But with YOU it's like he's a different person. His usually gruff voice full of insults towards everyone is instead softer and respectful with you, and his hands that are strong enough to break someone's bones in the blink of an eye treat your body as if you were made of crystal.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He LOVES hugging you and being hugged by you, literally everyday he needs hugs. His hugs aren't only bear hugs, he also likes to catch you by surprise: for example, you are washing the dishes and he surprises you by wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and nuzzling his nose in your neck.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

When you phone him (or he phones you), shortly before ending the call you will always hear him say that. He likes to say it in messages too (typed like "i luv u bb :) ;)"), which always gets a smile out of you. But the moments he says it the most are those moments that could be specified only if this was a NSFW post.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

You can bet your ass he's jealous, VERY jealous. Anyone who even dares to look in your direction will be in deep shit (and dead if they try hitting on you). You're his and only his goddamnit!

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are often sloppy and clumsy but always full of passion, they can range from little pecks to full on devouring your lips. He likes kissing you on your lips, cheeks, forehead, neck, everywhere, and he also likes to get kissed everywhere (he prefers neck kisses though).

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Trevor is surprisingly good with children. Back in his North Yankton days he was basically a second dad to Tracey and Jimmy; when they cried he was even better than Michael and Amanda at cheering them up by playing with them (he would never change their diapers though, in his own words that's a job for Mikey).

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Unless there's still speed in his body, he'll spend the morning sprawled across the bed snoring until 12 AM.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights on the couch eating take away from Burger Shot and watching silly action flicks (the only kinds of movies he'd manage to sit through) are the best nights.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Trevor has A LOT of things to say about himself, but it would take a while for him to reveal them all to you. His troubled childhood, his dysfunctional family, his failed career projects, his relationship with Michael and Brad... he will tell you about all these things only if he really trusts you, and even then he doesn't tell you about them right away all at once, not only because they hurt him but also because he doesn't want to scare you. Bit by bit he will tell you, and bit by bit you'll connect the dots and understand him better.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Easily angered is Trevor's second name.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Trevor will remember EVERYTHING, everything you say, everything about you, every little detail. For example in a passing conversation you'd briefly mention your favorite food and forget what you just said, but Trevor won't, and from now on will go out of his way to get you your favorite food (leaving you surprised like "how did he know that?!").

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

One night when he was returning to his trailer he saw his mother, mocking and belittling him like always, asking him to get a truckload of Deludamol. He went to do that but when he came back with the truck she was gone; he fell to the floor sobbing uncontrollably and just in that moment you came back as well, and you immediately rushed to comfort him, asking him what's wrong and hugging him. It was a horrible moment for him, but your presence and your attempts to comfort him made him feel a lot better. It's his favorite moment in the relationship because that's when he understood he could always count on you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Overprotective. Aside from his clinginess and jealousy, he also knows his criminal lifestyle could potentially put you in danger. If he has to go out alone he'd ask Ron and Wade to keep an eye on you; if you two are out together he'd be very careful and always holding your hand, and if someone poses a threat to you, Trevor will soon "take care of them". He'd be okay with leaving Sandy Shores with you if he feels like it has become too unsafe for you to live there. Sometimes you'd worry for him as well, especially when he comes back covered in blood, but he laughs it off saying that it's just a scratch, or that you don't need to worry about him (even though he actually appreciates you being worried about him).

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Trevor remembers anniversaries and loves surprising you with unexpected gifts (usually something crafted by himself). As for dates, he isn't a fancy dates kind of guy (unless you ask him), he prefers fast food or pizzeria dates.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

A lot. Poor hygiene, drugs abuse and smuggling, a tendency to get pissed off very easily and getting coated in blood as consequence...

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He doesn't give two shits about how he looks. Whatever is in the shop is what he gets.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Absofuckinglutely. Just the thought of losing you by any means would make him break down in tears and despair.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He likes playing with Impotent Rage action figures with you.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

If you are a hipster he probably wouldn't like you. But there are two kinds of people he hates more than hipsters: liars and backstabbers. If you ever betray his trust, he will NEVER forgive you nor forget it (cough cough, Michael, cough..).

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

If you are around, he falls asleep while snuggling you. If he is alone, he will fall asleep on his back, hands on his chest or on the mattress.

#trevor philips x reader #sfw alphabet #gta x reader #gta headcanons #trevor philips #x reader

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dwellordream · 2 years

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Standalone Book Recommendations

the following books do not have *direct* sequels and are not part of long-standing series. ie. they can be read on their own without having to commit to reading multiple sequels or prequels.

Fingersmith by Sarah Waters. In 1860s London, orphan Sue Trinder, daughter of a murderess, is raised by the tough but kindly Mrs. Sucksby and her adoptive family of thieves. When a con man known as the Gentleman offers Sue the chance of a lifetime to change her fortune forever, she takes it, even if it means posing as a lady’s maid and tricking an innocent young heiress, Maud, into a life of imprisonment in an asylum. However, Maud, her eccentric bibliophile uncle, and their lonely estate of Briar are not quite what they seem, and Sue quickly finds herself in over her head, battling between her pragmatism and her growing feelings for her target.

Blonde by Joyce Carol Oates. Dreamy and romantic young Norma Jeane Baker dreams of true love and a life on the silver screen, much like her erratic mother Gladys. After Gladys is institutionalized in a psychiatric hospital, Norma Jeane is shuffled from orphanage to foster home and quickly taught that life is not a fairy tale, and even beautiful and kind princesses rarely get their just rewards. After marrying at age 16 to avoid returning to the orphanage, Norma Jeane begins work as a model while her husband serves overseas in World War II, and resolves to make a star of herself. The path she takes will catapult her from one doomed romance to another, nearly crush her soul, and make her a worldwide sensation- not as herself, but as bottle blonde flirt Marilyn Monroe.

Mexican Gothic by Silvia Moreno-Garcia. Clever young socialite Noemi wants nothing more than to pursue a university education and break a few hearts while she’s at it. When her father asks her to pay a visit to her cousin, who has married into a reclusive family of Englishmen and begun to send mysterious, alarming letters begging for help, Noemi reluctantly agrees. At High Place she finds that her cousin’s in-laws are more than just high-class snobs; their very house itself seems to be imparting sinister messages in her dreams, and her cousin is unrecognizable. Determined to get to the bottom of this mystery, Noemi resolves to discover the secrets of High Place, but learns that High Place is just as interested in dissecting her as she is it.

On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous by Ocean Vuong. Raised by his scarred and often violent mother and his mentally ill grandmother, Little Dog begins to recount his childhood in Connecticut and unpack the trauma inflicted on his family by the war in Vietnam and their subsequent flight to America. As he ages into a young man, Little Dog begins a romance with his best friend Trevor, and begins to understand the snare of addiction, sexuality, and masculinity that has both of them in its grips.

Sexing the Cherry by Jeanette Winterson. A surreal tale of magical realism in 17th century London, Sexing the Cherry contains many stories within the frame story, which is that of a massive woman accompanied by dogs, and her adoptive son Jordan, taken from the river as an infant. Dog Woman and Jordan journey through many fairy tales, including that of the Twelve Dancing Princesses, who wish to rewrite their myth.

The Corinthian by Georgette Heyer. Faced with the prospect of a loveless marriage, Sir Richard Wyndham goes out for one last night of drunken revelry. Along the way he meets Penelope Creed, who is also fleeing an arranged match of her own. The two conspire to get Penelope back to her countryside village, where she plans to elope with her childhood sweetheart. Penelope poses as Richard’s young cousin, but their plot is complicated by thieves, murder, and an overturned stagecoach.

Here Lies Arthur by Philip Reeve. Gwyna is nothing and no one- a serf, a slave, an orphan. By sheer chance she is brought into the service of the bard Myrddin, who travels alongside the young warlord Arthur, who hopes to unite Britain under his reign. From Myrddin, Gwyn learns they can be whatever they choose to be- even if that means shedding identities the way a snake sheds its skin. Along the way, he forges his own destiny- as a wizard’s apprentice, a page boy, a queen’s handmaiden, and finally, the one who will make Arthur the man into Arthur the legend.

Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman. Richard Mayhew is new to London, but already worn out by his shallow life in finance. One fateful night, he breaks dinner plans to come to the aid of an injured homeless girl. For this act of kindness, he is consigned to Neverwhere, an alternate reality where dangers lurk down every darkened alley, and myths and goddesses walk the streets of a city trapped in every time and place at once. Richard must decide whether he wishes to return to his normal existence, or make an uncertain home for himself among the exiles and misfits of Neverwhere- if he can survive that long.

#recommendations #word to the wise

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eternally-smitten · 2 years

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Halloweeny Self Promo!

♡ hi! I'm Natalie! I'm 19 and use she/her pronouns!

♡ this is my self shipping side blog! I interact with my main blog in my pinned post!

♡ my main f/o is Trevor Philips from GTA V, so you'll mostly be seeing him!

♡ I'm interested in aesthetics like lovecore and dark/romantic academia! I'm also interested in Sanrio!

♡ I also reblog ask games and I always practice reblog karma! I love to interact with my mutuals! :)

♡ you can see my longer f/o list and my dni here!

♡ I hope to be your spooky mutual from Los Santos! :)

#self ship promo #self ship blog #blog promo #self shipping community #heard it was promo time #made a new promo just for this month!

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nervousron · 1 year

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Where do you stand on shipping Michael and Trevor? Pre-prologue did they have an established relationship, an unlabelled "thing," or just ridiculous romantic tension? How about post-canon?

i flip-flop on where I stand a lot. Especially with the pre-game stuff. I don't think it was ever an established relationship, but there are a lot of little comments in the game that make me think they had something going on between them.

(Post Deathwish conversation)

"we're back baby! Mike and Trevor - top of the world."

"T, come on."

"Trevor Philips and Michael... De... *fart sound* together again!"

"Yeah. We're together at this moment, but... ahh... you know it's not..."

"I know, alright? Shit, you're such a downer. I don't even feel drunk anymore."

"Well, you are still drunk. So cheer up."

"Nah, you ruined it."

(Drunk conversation)

(T) Fuck you, actually (M) Dont you wish

(Cutscene in By the Book)

(M) hey, fuck you (T) You know? I'm beginning to think that's exactly what you wanna do (M) Yeah, Jesus. I just said the same fucking thing to my wife

Trevor's attraction towards Michael seems to have been there from the get-go. Lamar jokingly refers to it as "love at first sight" and i dont think he was very far off. When Trevor blew their first robbery together, he was sent to prison for it. By all accounts Michael should've skipped town and continued on his way. But he didnt. He waited for Trevor, a man at this point he hardly knew, and that decision changed Trevor's life irreversibly. I think thats where his infatuation begins.

As for Michael I think the attraction to Trevor comes on slowly. He doesnt realize its happening, and when he does, he makes up excuses for himself so he doesnt have to worry about being a queer. Buddies jerk off together all the time. If your best friend is willing to go a little farther than that and doesn't make it weird in the morning, why not go with it? And if Michael loves him a little, so what? Who doesn't love their best friend. They're Bodhi and Johnny Utah. Butch Cassidy and the Sundance kid. That's all.

I think they had a good thing going for a while, up until Mandy got pregnant. Then they had an on-and-off thing for years that got more and more volatile as their friendship fell apart.( I wrote like 6 paragraphs about that but it was getting really lengthy so that's a post for another day lol.)

Or maybe they just never acted on it and the farthest they got was weird flirting, drunken three-ways with call girls, or jerking off to the same skin-flick. I can see em' all happening and its a horrible back and forth on my end of which makes the most sense canonically.

No matter what I think they had something really deep and guttural together before the Ludendorff heist

As for post-game i have my realistic idea of what would happen, and my idealistic ideas of what would happen.

Realistically:

Trevor is done pining after Michael. He still loves him, that will never change. But he's done with the heartache. They made up, and they'll hang out from time to time, but Trevor is never going to let his heart be broken by Michael again.

Michael is trying with his family. He wants to make his marriage work. He continues to fuck up, probably still sleeps around from time to time, but he's genuinely trying to stay with Amanda. He doesnt think about his past with Trevor very often, because if Trevor doesnt want to bring it up, neither will he.

They have a strained fucked up friendship, but a friendship nonetheless.

Ideally:

Abso-fucking-lutely. They figure it out. They're a goddamn mess together, but they're happy. They fight like they always do, but at the end of the day they're both trying

(im working on a post about my ending C Trikey thoughts that was supposed to be a reply to iagami a while back. i have so many ideas for a post-C ending for them and most of it is just dumb "lol thatd be funny" type stuff, but a lot of it has genuine thought put into it too. This post is already too long lol. thanks for reading through it!)

#talkaton #as always thanks for waiting a week for me to give a long winded reply

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trevorphilips-enthusiast · 2 years

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I thought the trans request was so cute 💗 I'm just wondering if it's possible to do a MTF ver with Trevor,,, it's okay if you don't want to ! I'm really enjoying your writing so far !

A/N: YES OF COURSE! I'll write them out tonight and I'll post them tomorrow morning for you!! <3 ALSO, there is mentions of the very first mission that happened back in North Yankton which has been altered for the PLATONIC headcanons

TELLING TREVOR YOU'RE TRANSGENDER (MTF):

ROMANTIC-

Okay so it's quite clear that Trevor doesn't really label himself and just follows his feelings

As long as their heart is in the right place and they make him happy, he would fall head over heals

And that's exactly what happened with you

You guys met through Michael when he vouched for you on a heist

When you first met Trevor, you would admit

You were terrified

HOW COULD YOU NOT BE?!

This is Trevor Philips we're talking about

But he seemed almost flirtatious when you were having one-on-ones

That only made you more nervous around him since he is majorly pretty a little attractive

Throughout the planning of the score and the actual heist, Trevor went out of his way to try and be around you more often

Being around you was juxtaposing to his so-called job and he loved it

He needed a break from time to time and you were the perfect way he could have those needed breaks

After the score was completed, you guys stayed in touch and went out regularly

After about 4 months, Trevor FINALLY had the balls to ask you out on a proper date

Not before whining to Michael about how much he liked you

NOW TO THE PRESENT!

So you were both walking hand in hand around the Alamo sea

Not the most romantic thing but still

Trevor had the best intentions

ANYWAYS

It was at this point that you wanted to tell him something that's been weighing on your mind

"Hey Trevor... can I talk to you?"

"Of course pretty boy, what's going on?"

"Um... I'm transgender..."

Trevor was slightly surprised hearing this

"Oh? Well I'm here to support you because I love you"

Trevor would be an absolute sweetheart about it

REASSURING KING<3

"Is there a name you'd rather go by?"

"Y/n..."

"Okay then, sugar"

Expect little uplifting comments from him

Because he wants you to know that he'll always love you, no matter what

He'd probably let Ron and Wade know (only with your consent) to avoid you getting uncomfortable

"There's my favourite girl!"

PLATONIC-

So you and Trevor met back in North Yankton

Under very awkward and tense circumstances

Let's just say that you were taken hostage from the bank by Trevor and forced to help him escape

While waiting for the heat to die down, you guys were both staying in some extremely cheap and rundown motel

From then on out, you and Trevor spent most of your waking moments together getting to know one another to cure your bordem

Since Trevor believed that Michael was dead, he slowly labelled you as his new best friend

10 years down the line, the pair of you are both living in Sandy Shores in trailers a couple rows down from each other

This meant that you could easily go to each others places and hang out whenever you felt like it

Now

Since Trevor was your best friend, you could trust him with pretty much everything

Right?

Well, he'd hope that you'd go to him about anything

Your biggest secret had been weighing down on your mind for months

And you finally built up the courage to tell him that you were transgender

It was around 2A.M. and you guys had just finished playing a game of monopoly

(It ended with Trevor flipping the board over from rage)

Now you two were beginning to have a deep conversation about life and past trauma when you decided to tell him

"Hey T, can I tell you something?"

"Sure D/N, what's going on?"

"Um, well... I'm transgender..."

"Yeah?"

Literally plays it off so chill

He cares so much about you and this doesn't change a thing

"What name would you rather go by now?"

"Y/n..."

"Nice... although I think Trisha would've been a better name to choose"

"I'm not naming myself after you"

He'd beat the living shit out of anyone who misgenders you since you're his best friend

Goes out of his way to protect you (Not like he didn't before but he's more skeptical of people)

You're like his little sister now and he loves it <3

#trevor philips #gta 5 #gta v #wade hebert #fluff #romantic #platonic #trevor philips x mtf reader #transgender reader #headcanon

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// Request info

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// Will

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Smut (bsdm or otherwise)

Fluff

Angst

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Romantic

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Sequels to any fic I've posted

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Ageplay

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// Skyrim

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Farkas

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Nate Archibald

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// Ace Attorney

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// Batman

Joker (Heath Ledger)

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Hi @trikeycore, I'm your secret art buddy in @gtavfest! xD I've tried writing an Amanda/Michael/Trevor fic for you. I hope you enjoy it, happy Valentine's Day! :3

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It was the first Valentine's Day after Amanda and Michael had decided to welcome none other than Trevor Philips into their relationship.

Rarely anything was simple regarding Michael and Trevor, but remarkably enough, this deal was. Both Amanda and Trevor wanted Michael, and Michael wanted them both. The idea had been born one night fueled by cocaine and booze that ended up with a mind-blowing threesome, and after that, they decided to stick together. Maybe not exactly a thruple — she didn’t bear intense romantic feelings for Trevor, and she doubted Trevor felt much for her — but the sex… the sex was good. Much better than it had been in a long time. She didn’t have to worry about Michael cheating on her anymore, and since both she and Trevor kept his balls empty, he willingly stopped seeing hookers. Oh, and not that she had to admit that out loud since it was so obvious, but Amanda liked having the attention of two men on herself.

And in time, her resentment towards Trevor began to die down. Never in a million years would Amanda have guessed that Trevor could actually be pleasant when he chose to, even though it was only under certain circumstances — he had to be fed, entertained, rested, and sexually satisfied. Sort of like a dog, which was a peculiar notion, but it fit Trevor perfectly.

For the special day, she barely had any plans for them. Going out was out of the question, not with Trevor. She had a feeling society wasn’t quite ready for that yet.

But Amanda still wanted something different, a touch that would mark the special day, so she decided to cook for the first time in forever. The cooking classes she had taken out of boredom came in handy; she made a nice dinner for them entirely on her own, and even though she wasn’t sure if the guys would appreciate it, she was proud of herself.

She put some cans of beer in the freezer fifteen minutes before dinner to ensure they would be ice cold — she had noticed Trevor enjoyed drinking his beer like that. When it was finally dinner time, she took two out and poured expensive wine for herself and Michael before they sat down and started eating.

During dinner, the banter was light and cheerful. The red roses Michael had brought home were in a vase on the kitchen island, and every once in a while, Amanda glanced at them and smiled before returning to Michael to hear about his day at the studio. Trevor didn’t hold back from making occasional remarks to annoy Michael, but he was too focused on eating to cause a scene. He licked the plate clean when he was done, getting some sauce on his nose. While Amanda berated him for not acting civilized like she did just about every evening, she was secretly delighted that Trevor liked her cooking enough to lick the remains. It was a nice ego boost. With a smile she couldn’t hide, she grabbed a napkin and threw it in his face for him to clean up, which earned her an amused snort from Michael.

It was almost nine when they wrapped up dinner. The large dish that once held dessert was empty, as well as the bottle of wine, and more beer cans had joined the list of things on the table that would go to the trash bin. It wasn’t the Valentine’s Day dinner she’d always dreamed of, but she found that she didn’t really mind. All three of them were as close to happiness as they could get, and that was somehow enough.

“Thanks for dinner, Mandy,” Michael smiled lopsidedly, leaning back in the chair and rubbing his swollen gut. “Man, I ate too much.”

Trevor belched, ignoring the eye rolls coming from both spouses, elbows brusquely resting on the table. “That’s what you always say, Porkchop. And you’re not wrong. You ate half of the cake.”

“Not cake, tiramisu. And you ate the other half,” Amanda pointed out amiably, drinking the last few sips left of her wine. “I only had a few bites.”

“Not my fault it tasted good. Since when do you know how to cook anyway, Mandy? The last time I had something you made was back in Yankton, and I can’t remember what it was, but I’m pretty sure it tasted like feet.”

Amanda lightly slapped Trevor’s arm, but she was too charmed by the compliment to get actually upset. “Yeah, I remember. You spat it on the floor like a goddamn animal.” She raised her brows meaningfully. “But I’ve been taking classes instead of dealing drugs and murdering people. You should try it sometime.”

“Nah,” said Trevor as he stood up, his chair making a screeching sound on the pristine floor. “I’ll pass.”

The dishes were left in the sink to be taken care of later. Michael was already yawning, and he excused himself to shower while Amanda and Trevor headed to the bedroom.

Since Trevor had joined them, they had exchanged the bed for an Alaskan King size to be more comfortable performing all sorts of activities. Most nights, they snuggled close as they slept, taking turns in the middle, something Amanda hadn’t expected when they had first agreed on living together. But it was enjoyable enough. Both men were just so problematic; she had always thought one nutcase was enough for her household, but they seemed to balance each other out somehow when it was two — when they weren’t enabling each other to do crazy, irresponsible shit, of course.

They were extremely dangerous to strangers and ridiculously protective when it came to their loved ones. Perhaps that was why Amanda felt so secure the nights she had her nose buried in Michael’s neck, and Trevor spooned her, kissing her shoulder with a gentleness she had thought he was incapable of.

And that wasn’t the only sleeping arrangement she liked. Michael being in the middle worked well for everyone, as expected as that was. When Trevor slept in the middle, he tended to snuggle close to Michael and put an arm around Amanda’s shoulders. It had come as a bit of a shock the first night he had chosen to put his head on Amanda’s chest instead of Michael’s, but she had quickly become accustomed to it. Cuddling with Trevor wasn’t so bad. Ever since she made him start to shower regularly, he smelled of Michael’s luxurious soap. He was warm as a furnace and reacted so strongly to the slightest touches showing affection, and to Amanda’s surprise, touching him didn’t bother her as much as she’d anticipated, and she had soon gotten used to giving him caring caresses at night.

Trevor approached her while she took off her pearl earrings in front of the vanity, and she watched the unreadable expression on his face in the mirror. “Didn’t bring you flowers, but I bought you this,” Trevor muttered with a devilish smirk, pulling out a small box from his back pocket. Amanda took it, unsure of what it was until she read Edible Crotchless Underwear. Peach flavored. Certainly not something she had expected to see.

“…Thank you, I suppose,” she sighed hesitantly, putting down the box to take off her necklace next.

“You’re gonna put them on, right?”

Right. That was, of course, what he would expect. She was just about to brush it off with a maybe later, but then she saw the way Trevor’s eyes sparkled with anticipation and lust. It felt like a weird thing to try, but it also meant Trevor would be eating her out, and Trevor was absurdly good with his tongue. Just like a dog, she thought to herself again, barely suppressing a sneer. It wouldn’t be very wise to turn down the offer. “Fine, but I wanna shower first. It’s been a long day.”

Trevor’s brows furrowed questioningly. “Shower? God, no. No showering, Mandy.” He lowered his voice and added, “I wanna taste you.”

Jesus. Amanda couldn’t deny she was a bit turned on just by hearing that. Despite her better judgment, she couldn’t resist Trevor’s sex appeal she had finally begun to see, not when he was being seductive instead of acting like a madman or as immature as a four-year-old left alone with crayons.

Trevor seemed ready to take a step toward her and get all handsy, pants already tenting at the front, but Michael opened the door and walked in not long after with only a small towel around his waist, and that successfully distracted Trevor.

Michael sat on the edge of the bed and stretched his back with a groan, seeming to notice how close Amanda and Trevor were shortly after. He asked interestedly, “What are you two up to?”

“Nothing, Mikey,” Trevor grinned, stripping off his shirt and throwing it aside while strolling towards Michael. “I just gave Mandy a present.”

“…Okay?” Michael glanced at Trevor’s boner immediately, then pointed at it and chuckled, “Is this part of the present?”

“Sort of,” Trevor mumbled, ogling at Michael’s naked chest while he opened his jeans and took his cock out. “Wanna take a closer look?”

Michael stared longingly at it — he was long past the stage of denial, at least when it was just the three of them. “I do, but I’m exhausted, T,” he muttered apologetically. “Just wanna go to sleep.” He stood up with a grunt, planting a kiss on Trevor’s cheek before disappearing to get clean boxers to wear to bed.

Amanda was disappointed that Michael wasn’t going to be joining the fun tonight — it wouldn’t be the first time, and she was no longer hesitant to get intimate with Trevor without Michael right beside them. But it was Valentine’s Day. She desired to feel the man she had fallen in love with all those years ago touching her.

As if reading her thoughts, Trevor approached her. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, Uncle T will take care of you tonight,” he said huskily, looking almost compassionate.

“I told you not to say that,” Amanda rolled her eyes, turning around so Trevor could unzip her dress.

Trevor took his time with the zipper, planting sloppy kisses all over Amanda’s neck and shoulder, pushing his erection to her ass. She slowly wiggled her hips, sighing when Trevor let out a needy groan.

Michael was already back and in bed, taking the side and leaving them enough space to do whatever they desired. Still, when Amanda peeped at him, she noticed Michael was watching them instead of closing his eyes. She briefly wondered if he would actually watch while they had sex. It wouldn’t be the most terrible thing.

Trevor began sucking on her skin and groped her butt, distracting her from her thoughts. She was already familiar with how Trevor liked it; rough, filthy, and loud, which worked well for her too. Before she knew it, Trevor was maneuvering her to turn again, and the second she did, he crashed their mouths together, kissing her deep and hard.

Amanda’s arms wrapped around Trevor’s broad shoulders. The rock-hard erection she could feel against her thigh was thrilling, and she was impatient to get to the main act already, but she humored Trevor for a while longer, letting his tongue dance with her own. He tasted sweet, with a hint of the beer lingering instead of tobacco. She touched the nape of his neck, then lightly scratched her nails down his back, feeling her arousal grow.

They finally parted after a long moment, and Amanda ordered breathily, “Get on the bed.”

Like a puppy listening to orders, Trevor did, leaving his jeans and underwear on the ground before climbing on the mattress and lying down, eyes still on Amanda while he shamelessly fondled himself, working his erect cock after spitting in his hand.

Amanda hummed, satisfied that Trevor was listening to her, and the sight of him pleasuring himself was fun to watch. There was some distance between the two men, but she realized Michael’s eyes were wide open still. He was observing Trevor playing with himself as well.

“I thought you were gonna sleep, Michael,” she laughed softly as she unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the ground along with the dress.

Michael’s eyes darted to her tits while he released a shaky breath. “Yeah… I was.”

“It ain’t your fault you have two hotties in your bedroom,” Trevor grinned as he rolled over to get closer to Michael, teasingly putting a hand on his lower belly. “You can just watch us if you want.”

“… Are you really suggesting I watch while you fuck my wife, Trevor?” He looked a bit weirded out — it probably sounded worse when said out loud, but his expression softened after a while as he put his hand on Trevor’s and squeezed.

“I said if you want. Jesus. You can rest while I keep her entertained.” With that, he brought his mouth to Michael’s, kissing him deeply.

While they were talking, Amanda had changed out of her panties to the ones Trevor had bought. The idea of wearing or seeing edible underwear on someone else wasn’t necessarily arousing for her, which was why she hadn’t experimented with them before. When she looked in the mirror, she thought the gummy part looked odd against her crotch, and the black strings around her hips that kept it in place weren’t exactly sexy either, but the whole thing would be gone soon anyway.

With nothing on but the panties, she climbed on the bed, her hand gently trailing from Michael’s knee up to his thigh. She could see the beginning of an erection Michael had in his boxers from making out with Trevor, and she gently petted it, eliciting an appreciative moan from her husband.

Realizing Amanda was ready, Trevor pulled away, eyes widening as he hungrily watched her breasts and then the panties, mouth wide open. “Happy Valentine’s Day to me…”

Amanda appreciated Trevor’s enthusiasm. On the other hand, Michael looked stunned, not in a good way, reaching out a hand and touching the strings with confusion. “What the fuck’s this?”

Trevor scoffed, clearly thinking everyone should be into them. “Edible panties, Mikey, haven’t you ever seen one before?”

“No, I have not, actually.” His fingers went all the way down to the opening in the middle of the gummy, lightly stroking Amanda’s folds, then he pressed his fingers deeper, pushing one of them halfway inside her.

Amanda let out a sigh, momentarily closing her eyes. “Sure you don’t wanna join, babe?”

Instead of giving a reply, Michael withdrew his fingers. Just when she was about to protest, she heard a chuckle. When she opened her eyes again, Trevor had Michael’s fingers in his mouth, staring directly at her crotch as he sloppily sucked on them. Taken aback by the clear display, she met Trevor’s crazed, lust-filled gaze, and the next thing she knew, Trevor was yanking her towards himself and pushing her down to the mattress.

“Ow! You animal, take it easy,” Amanda groaned after her head hit the bed, and Trevor put his hands on her knees to spread them apart by force.

Trevor didn’t even seem to be listening. “I want more,” he growled like a predator, getting on his stomach and burying his face in Amanda’s pussy.

Amanda gasped, mouth falling wide open in pleasure. Trevor did not bother with warming her up — he shoved his tongue inside her straight away as deeply as he could, hands fumbling her ass cheeks. It wasn’t delicate in any way, but Amanda didn’t expect that from Trevor.

For a while, Trevor only licked her from the opening in the gummy before eventually getting impatient and starting to bite into it from the sides. First, he chewed up the part that covered her clit and swallowed it, then spat on it and tongued there until she started moaning and squirming on the bed.

It was tough to keep her eyes open when Trevor’s tongue was so persistently stimulating her most sensitive parts, but when Amanda felt a hand on her tit, she tilted her head, meeting Michael’s drowsy yet heated gaze. “Feels so good,” she panted. “I’m getting close…”

Michael lightly pinched and twisted her nipple, his other hand slowly working his cock, which was now whipped out and fully erect. He licked his lips before scooting closer to Amanda to give her a kiss, which she gladly accepted while threading her fingers in his coarse hair, nails digging into his scalp.

By then, Trevor had eaten the whole gummy soaked by her juices. “Fuck, fuck, I’m so fucking hard, you taste so good, Mandy, I wanna hear you say my name…” She could feel the mattress bounce as he frantically humped the bed for some friction on his cock.

“Stop talking and make me cum,” Amanda instructed breathily, pushing Trevor’s head closer to herself and arching her back when he obeyed, sticking his tongue inside her again.

It only took her a minute or so to reach an orgasm that left her body shaking almost violently. Trevor gave her a few more gentle licks before getting on his knees. His mouth and chin were soaked with her juices, and he wiped at them with his palm and brought it down to his dick to give it a few tugs. “I’m gonna fuck you now.”

She took her time replying, trying to catch her breath for a long time. “Not yet,” she murmured eventually, “give me a minute.”

Trevor didn’t look too happy. “Fuck, I’m getting impatient.”

Michael was lying back down again, eyes drooping, but he was still massaging himself, greedy gaze now on Trevor. For someone who claimed they just wanted to sleep, he sure seemed horny.

Trevor crawled to Michael and straddled him, slapping his hand away, so their cocks were pressed together. “I made your wife cum with my mouth,” he purred, almost daring Michael to do something about it.

Michael moaned weakly, “I know…”

Amanda could easily watch Trevor’s hips move from where she lay, and God, his ass was actually nice. Tanned and muscled, and with each thrust, it looked even more alluring. She guessed that if it weren’t for his corrupted soul and occasional premature ejaculation problem, Trevor would be a decent lover.

Michael was the one moaning under Trevor now, uncharacteristically submissive. Obviously too tired to manhandle Trevor and fuck him like he usually liked to do, so he guided Trevor’s hips with his hands. But the two men looked genuinely sexy; frotting, kissing, and making delicious, obscene sounds that got Amanda yearning to be touched again.

She was just about to tell Trevor she was ready when Trevor went rigid over Michael, muscles tensing. “God, sorry, fuck,” he moaned as he shot his load over Michael, trembling slightly with the force of his climax.

“Jesus Christ, Trevor,” Amanda rolled her eyes, taking off the panties while complaining. “Is this over before it even began?”

Trevor grunted, “Of course not!”

Michael pushed him away in a hassle. “I just showered,” he grumbled. Amanda could tell from his voice that he was close, too.

“I’ll clean you up, don’t worry,” Trevor murmured remorsefully. He got off him and dipped his head, beginning to lap at his own cum that had spilled over Michael’s stomach, then he moved down to his cock, first licking it clean, then taking the tip into his mouth and slurping loudly.

Amanda noticed Trevor was still mostly hard right when she was starting to lose hope of getting properly fucked. She pushed him onto his side and wrapped his finger around his cock, gently stroking him while he continued giving Michael head.

“Fuck, Trev,” Michael groaned, “I’m gonna cum, take it deeper!”

Like the good, obedient pet he was, Trevor immediately took Michael in as much as he could into his mouth. The wet sounds coming from his throat seemed to make it even better for Michael. His clouded gaze met with Amanda’s, and a second later, he cried out as he came, head thrown back in ecstasy.

After he swallowed every last drop, Trevor finally pulled away, gasping for air. “Was I good, Mikey?” he asked, thrusting into Amanda’s hand, looking at Michael, waiting for his verbal approval.

“Yeah,” Michael’s hand found Trevor’s head, gently petting it. “You did very well, baby.” He was slurring his words from fatigue at that point.

Trevor seemed satisfied with the answer, nuzzling against Michael’s palm and pressing kisses until Michael pulled it away, fixed his underwear, and rolled onto his side with a satiated sigh. “Go on, then.”

After a few last tugs, Amanda let go of Trevor’s throbbing cock. “Are you gonna watch us?” she asked without much hope of Michael joining them.

“I don’t seem to have much choice. Unless I fall asleep,” Michael mumbled with a chuckle. “You wanna get fucked, right? And I don’t have the energy to do that now.”

Amanda rolled her eyes playfully, resting a hand on Michael’s chest. “You’re such an old man, Michael, and you’re barely fifty.”

“Hey hey hey, less talking, more fucking,” Trevor grunted impatiently, interrupting the banter. “On your knees, sweetheart.”

Amanda gave him a sour look, but did what he said nonetheless after pressing her lips to Michael’s cheek. She could practically feel Trevor’s heated gaze burning into her skin. After carefully examining her naked body, Trevor landed an experimental, light spank on her ass.

It felt good, so she asked for another one, this time a bit harder. “Did you put on a condom?” she purred after that, not hiding that she was excited.

“What? Do I have to put on a condom on Valentine’s Day as well?!”

The exasperated sigh was unmistakably a yes, and Trevor begrudgingly reached for the bedside table, tearing the wrapper with his teeth and rolling the condom down his length. “Happy now?”

“I will be happy if you start fucking me—”

Trevor thrust in without any warning, leaving Amanda gasping in shock. Like that wasn’t enough, he gripped Amanda’s hips tightly, fingers digging into her skin as he began fucking her wet pussy. Amanda could hear the lewd sounds mixing with her moans.

“God, it feels so good inside you,” Trevor growled. He fucked like an animal in heat, really — it lacked the romantic touches Amanda craved and didn’t last very long, but fuck, it was something. Maybe because it felt carnal and raw, and Trevor made it evident how much he enjoyed the fucking, his moans low and raspy, getting Amanda wetter than she already was.

Amanda’s hands were tightly holding the pillow beneath her forehead, whimpers getting louder. “Harder…”

“With pleasure,” Trevor chuckled, pushing in even deeper as he snapped his hips forward without mercy.

Michael’s hand shot up to Trevor’s waist, not applying any pressure but touching him as he thrust into Amanda at a punishing pace. “God, this is hot,” he huffed out, cheeks flushed.

Trevor’s laugh was sinister. “Is it, sugar?”

Michael let out a long hum. “Fuck me, but yeah.”

“Do I look hot, too?” she panted out, coated lashes fluttering against her cheeks.

“You look wonderful, darling,” Michael chuckled warmly. His cheeks were flushed, thin lips curled up into a smile. Obviously enjoying this, which was a relief. Amanda watched him sit up with a groan after that, disappearing from her view as he reached for Trevor’s lips. With her eyes closed, she listened to the sounds of them kissing with passion, bringing a finger to her clit. It was maybe fucked up, but she couldn’t deny getting turned on.

It went on for another minute. She couldn’t quite make out what Michael was saying as he whispered in Trevor’s ear, but Trevor’s grip on her waist tightened, thrusts getting more erratic, and his moans and whimpers became that much louder. “Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum soon,” he notified her — as if she couldn’t tell from the way he grunted. “Look at that ass, God, her pussy feels so good, Mikey…”

Michael groaned, surely in agreement, his hand landing on her butt. It all felt amazing, and she wasn’t that far behind herself, but she needed a last push to reach her climax. “Not yet,” she pleaded, pushing back to feel more of his cock. “Come on, Trevor, just a bit more!”

She wasn’t sure if Trevor was even paying any attention to her. Between listening to his animalistic grunts and compliments about her body as well as trying to focus on her pleasure, she didn’t notice Michael inching closer to her. He was on his knees, mouth close to Amanda’s ear, hot breath hitting her neck and making her shiver.

��Does he fuck you well, baby?” Michael questioned gruffly, earning a surprised gasp from Amanda. “Does his cock feel good inside you?”

She swallowed — what kind of question was that? — and whimpered, clutching his thigh, polished nails digging into his meat. “Yes… Very good.”

“Are you gonna cum around his cock, then?” His gentle hands wandered over her back, tracing her spine before sliding down to fondle her tits, and he sounded so genuinely sexy with that low tone of his that Amanda couldn’t even question what the fuck was wrong with him for encouraging this.

“I will,” she nodded frantically. “I just need… something…” She didn’t know what it was herself, hoping Michael would help her out.

Michael pulled away with a hum, and Amanda couldn’t help but feel a tinge of disappointment in the pit of her stomach. She tried to focus on Trevor’s moans instead of lingering on it, fingers desperately rubbing herself. So close… and right when she thought she could come, the feeling slipped away.

But then she felt someone tugging at her hand, and a second later, something warm and wet replaced her fingers. “Oh, fuck…” Her eyes rolled back from pleasure. She tried to tilt her head to see; Michael was under both of them, hands on Trevor’s thighs, pulling him closer to Amanda with each thrust, and his tongue was working on her clit, lapping at it.

Her orgasm hit her hard. She convulsed around Trevor’s cock that was pumping in and out of her deliciously, feeling the greedy hands of not one but two men on her body now. The pleasure was intense, body taut even when Trevor fully pushed inside and cried out as he filled the condom. She would have laughed if she wasn’t still recovering.

Michael’s lips were on her clit again, making her shiver with how sensitive she was before he slithered out from between their legs. “See, I can make her cum with my mouth, too,” he told Trevor smugly.

Trevor groaned, “Whatever. I fucked her.”

“As if I don’t do that.”

“Stop arguing and pull out!” Amanda whined. Trevor didn’t sound too happy but complied nonetheless, and Amanda lay on her back, trying to catch her breath.

Trevor carefully removed the condom, showing it to the other two like a kid showing his parents an achievement. “I’m gonna go flush this down.”

“No, you’re gonna clog the toilet. Put it in the bin,” Michael told him sternly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Amanda’s legs felt wobbly, but she followed Trevor into the bathroom after putting on her nightgown. She washed her hands and grabbed cotton pads and makeup remover from the cupboard while Trevor dumped the condom in the trash.

“Was I good?” asked Trevor as he stood by the door, an arrogant grin on his lips. It was apparent he believed he’d delivered a terrific performance — which he had if she had to be honest, she hadn’t come twice in such a short time in a while. Yes, Michael had helped, but it counted still.

She started taking off her smudged eye makeup instead of voicing that thought, humming noncommittally. She was too tired to boost his ego.

Trevor pouted when he wasn’t praised. “What? What does hmm mean?”

Michael appeared behind him, giving him a light pat on the shoulder, then proceeded to head to the toilet. “Fishing for compliments, T?”

“No! It was just a question!”

“I’ll have to get back to you on that later, I’m busy now,” Amanda teased with a satiated giggle, watching Trevor’s scowl deepen.

Michael didn’t wait for anyone to leave the room to start taking a piss. “Hey, it wasn’t that bad, Trev,” he huffed, adding to Trevor’s fury.

“Fuck you! Fuck you both! I was great!” Trevor’s hands fisted by his sides. He sounded more disappointed than furious. “You know what, I’m leaving. All that effort, and you don’t even show any appreciation. Neither of you deserves me.”

“T, hey!”

“Don’t T me, you asshole.”

Amanda glanced at them only for a second before continuing to take her mascara off.

After he was done pissing, Michael made it his job to guide Trevor back to the bedroom by wrapping an arm around his waist, speaking to him in that hushed tone he put on whenever he tried to soothe Trevor. And Amanda knew it worked every time; Trevor was like a wild animal, and Michael was the tamer who had learned all the tricks to control him.

She finished cleaning her face and did the rest of her skincare. Nearly ten minutes had passed by the time she returned, only to find Trevor in Michael’s arms, looking much calmer now. Michael lazily spread his other arm, inviting Amanda close with a tired smile that indicated he might fall asleep any second.

But she got on the opposite side of the mattress instead of cuddling up to her husband. Trevor hummed faintly when she pushed her naked body against him, sliding a leg over his. “You were good,” she murmured, fingers caressing his arm.

“I know,” Trevor huffed weakly, burying his face further into Michael’s chest.

When Amanda peeked at Michael, she noticed he was already asleep. It was a surprise he’d held out for this long, but it had been so worth it. Gently, she touched her hand to his hair, stroking lightly. It moved to Trevor’s head after a moment, brushing over his cheek and ear as she whispered good night.

#gtavfest #trikey #amanda de santa #michael de santa #trevor philips

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rfxiii · 5 months

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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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rreskk · 8 months

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Hello mother of Trevor smut!

Do you write for Michael? And if so... I am in dire need of Micheal fucking reader in front of Trevor (reader is dating Trevor) and reader moans Michaels name so Uncle T gets mad.

Thank you!! -Anon

A good old angsty- drama AND smutty fanfic??? Yes!

Summary: His best-friend made you feel way better... And he hated it.

TW: -Smut -Drug use

Pairings: Fem!reader/ Michael Townley (slight /Trevor Philips as well)

Word count: 2226

Back in the North Yankton days, it wasn’t uncommon for the boys to share girls for good sex. You’ve seen it yourself when chilling in their motel rooms. While you and Trevor would share smokes and watch crappy movies through this static TV, Michael (or Brad) would have this prostitute in the background, fucking her pussy stupid. They’d take turns as well.

It was hard to get used to considering you’ve never seen people so open and shameless about their sex addictions. Even Trevor’s sex-drive was a complete shock to you after every night of sex, he’d wake up horny still. You were constantly bouncing on his dick whenever he wasn’t hiding from authorities or doing God knows what with Mikey and Brad.

However, this one night had changed everything.

Trevor had brought you along to this fairly cheap, shitty motel room. It was in the middle of nowhere. Literally.

“Bro, I’m telling you,” Brad was in a middle of an argument with Trevor, “I’m looking at this fucking map and there’s no booze store or strip-joint nearby.”

You were holding both yours and Trevor’s rucksacks as they continued to bicker heatedly. It was a normal thing.

Michael had sat down beside you with a tired expression. He ogled you for a moment before smiling. Your relationship with Mikey was sweet and close. He always looked out for you in such ways that made you feel… Important. Although you loved Trevor, he didn’t have that “boyfriend material” to him. Unlike Michael. He was pure “husband material” from the way he’d help clean all your clothes, protect you from Trevor’s occasional tantrums, drive you places, steal you period products (etc…)

“You’re a fuckin’ prick!” You heard your boyfriend cry as he’d storm over and snatch his bag from your arms. He hurried through it, pulling out a stash of cocaine and stomping to the small bathroom.

Sometimes… Just sometimes you looked at Michael and wished he was your boyfriend instead.

And sometimes… You think he knows that.

“Great, he’s in a bad mood – “ The bathroom door slammed shut, “… Again.” Mikey muttered.

“He’s a fucking asshole!” Brad attempted to correct Michael’s vocabulary.

“He’s not that bad.”

“Don’t lie to yourself, [y/n]. You deserve better.”

You sighed. Michael was right.

“I’d get myself a proper man, if I were you.” Remarked Brad who kept his concentration on the small map provided by the motel.

“He is nicer when we are alone.” You tried to comfort yourself.

“Really?”

“Yeah. We cuddle, watch movies together… And, uh… We do other things as well – “

“Have sex, yeah. We know,” Mikey exhaled, “Trevor tells us everything.”

“He does?” You felt your heart ache a little bit. Your nights alone together, you thought it was romantic and sentimental. Now you’re realising that he sees as nothing but a stress relief.

“Yes. Is date nights really just blowjobs and handjobs?” He’d ask.

Being honest was painful. When you nodded, it was basically telling Mikey and Brad that Trevor ain’t worth shit.

“I don’t suppose you know if he actually… Loves me, right?”

Michael was hesitant but kept his composure.

“He does love you. He just struggles with expressing it,” He’d tried to explain, “He does think of you a lot, trust me. He knows he ain’t the model boyfriend, but he can’t help it.”

“Right.”

“He’s a bit loco, [y/n].” Brad whistled.

“Listen, [y/n]… I know it’s hard being around him. I mean, I’ve known the dickhead for years and he’s always been pretty manic.” Michael was sitting close to you at this point.

“Well, yeah, he’s literally snorting coke right no – “

“Brad, shut up!” Mikey groaned, his hand hesitantly touching your thigh as he returned his attention to you.

“He’s emotionally unstable.” You’d whisper.

“Very…”

Silence overcame you both. Your eyes drifted to his hand-placements, finding yourself happy when he fondled your legs and sit as close as he could. When making eye-contact, you both smiled warmly.

“I still can’t believe that lucky bastard managed to charm you.” He’d whisper before leaning close, sight fixating on your lips.

You had the temptation for a while, now it was within your reach. The risk… He was only in the other room filling himself with every drug imaginable. You hoped if he was to see this, he’d be too high to see or function.

Bradley noticed the increased tension of you both and sucked in his lips. He decided – last minute – to turn his back and “pretend” he wasn’t aware of what was going on (a cowardice action to avoid confrontation since… He didn’t want to be the target of any fury).

Then he heard shifting on the other bed and cringed. Trevor’s totally going to kill Michael.

You were lying under him as he leaned closer before your lips touched. Your hands touched his shaved head, clasping his jacket, feeling his jaw when you both grew very indulged throughout the kiss.

Michael would continuously peer over his shoulder before you both began stripping clothes. He was anxious as well, you could tell. You didn’t want this to disturb his performance so you guided his lips against your neck and begged him to carry on. He was quick to react and made love to every inch of your exposed skin until you were a hopeless mess.

“You don’t want him to hear…” Mikey murmured in your ear, his hands removing your shirt and bra.

“Guys, c’mon… If you’re gonna fuck, I ain’t gonna stay around!” You heard Bradley murmur as he stumbled out of the motel room.

“Good riddance.” Michael’s voice rumbled against your neck, his tongue leaving trails of his saliva, reaching your collarbone and lower.

No matter how good it felt, each moan shook with guilt. He was only in the other room, you boyfriend, well… Unconfirmed boyfriend (thanks to his possessiveness), and now you were getting freaky with his best friend.

“Oh, fuck – “ You’d struggle when he kissed down your stomach.

Then a deep ruckus occurred in the bathroom, the sound of things being dropped and whatnot. It was followed by a deep, slurred voice (after the digestion of cocaine).

“Baaaabbeeee!” Trevor called from behind the closed door, “Where’s my fuckin’… Lighter? It ain’t in my fuckin’ bag!”

Mikey froze and gazed up at you. He mouthed something but you were too busy panicking.

“[y/n]? Answer me, baby! I want to have my weed!”

“I- I think… I think it’s, uh…”

“Argh, I found it! It was in my fuckin’ hand.” Shouted Trevor as Michael breathed out in relief and continued kissing your tummy pouch and hips.

His lips reached your pantie lines and your hand itched, grabbing the back of his head for support. He’d grunt in response before pulling down your panties and looking up, waiting for your signal.

“What if he…” Your words trailed off when you stared into his blue eyes. It instantly melts you.

“[y/n], it’ll be okay.”

And with that, you nodded and lifted up your hips for him to confiscate your panties. Michael smiled warmly. He threw it aside and hovered over your naked body. He skipped the usual foreplay you were used to with Trevor. It was weird not having him suck your boobs, leave huge marks on your neck, make out until your lips were swollen.

It was refreshing… Yet when he pulled your legs up to line himself with your wet cunt, it was just hard to miss that extra loving.

“Ah, yes!” Your thoughts about Trevor were washed away when Michael pushed into your pussy. He caressed your thighs when thrusting in and out, holding your legs over his shoulders.

“There we go…” His words were comforting and soft, the opposite of him.

“Oh, God… It’s so good, Mikey! – “

You both were unaware of the bathroom door opening. Facing the bed, Trevor’s high-state quickly crashed down. He held the blunt in his mouth and stared at Michael, who was making you moan louder than he’s ever heard.

The betrayal, jealousy. He was ENRAGED.

“Fuck, fuck!” Your whimpers combined with Mikey’s grunts sounded like nails on a chalkboard to Trevor.

The shock he felt made it hard to speak. He just stood there, weak. He let the blunt drop from his mouth as he watched his best friend fuck his girl. Trevor ogled the way your body shook when being fucked. He watched you stare up at Michael with nothing but pure lust and admiration. The jealousy quickened after your moans only increased in pitch.

“Mikey!”

Deciding to make his awareness known, Trevor stepped closer to the bed and make eye-contact with you. You gasped and held your breasts, as if that helped the situation.

“Uh, yeah… Oh, fuck – what? Huh?” Michael noticed your shocked expression before he peered over his shoulder and saw the murderous glare from his best buddy, “Shit, Trevor, bro! – “

“The fuckin’ fuck! Are you fuckin’ my girl, Mikey? What… [y/n]? What the fuck is this!” He’d outrageously shout, eyes burning with Hell.

“Trevor,” You breathed as Mikey continued to thrust despite being caught, “Please, Trevo – Ah! Michael! Yes!” Then he found your G-spot, ruining your chance of an explanation by pathetically moaning his best friends name.

“Sorry, Trevor.” He’d pant through the cycle of hitting your G-spot until you were both on the edge of a good orgasm.

Even though he was completely furious and psychotic, whenever Trevor watched you moan, it was arousing. He held his tongue. He developed a boner, raging like his anger. He wanted to yell, he wanted to punch Mikey, but most of all, he wanted in. He tried to ignore this fantasy by screaming insults at you both.

“YOU ARE BOTH JUDAS!”

Yet it toned down after he couldn’t contain himself. Michael, using his thumb, rubbed your clit as he thrusted deeper and deeper into your pussy. He worked hard to see you so beautifully shaken.

“Mikey! Ah! Yes!” You’d moan unconsciously.

Trevor leaned against the wall, pulling out his erection and rubbing it raw. His glare remained fixated on you. He jacked off to you being fucked stupid dumb. He pleasured himself dry, wishing he was in Michael’s place. The jealousy. He was in anguish knowing that you were receiving the best sex of your life.

“I fuckin’ hate you both.” Trevor growled from the wall, his hand beating his cock until it was bruised and swollen.

“I’M GONNA CUM, MIKEY!”

“I fuckin’… hate you…” Your boyfriends voice turned into harsh whispers as he was intensely motivated on jacking off.

“[y/n]… [y/n]…” Michael breathed and jerked his hips into your, crying out your name. His penis shivered and soon enough, you gasped as you climaxed, cum caking his dick that was begging for disclosure.

“AH! YES!”

He fucked you through the orgasm before pulling out and touching his tip, encouraging his semen to squirt and paint your tummy. He squeezed his eyes shut and inhaled. The climax, for Michael, looked much needed since he stumbled onto his knees and placed a hand on your breast, struggling to breathe.

“Mmm.” Trevor huffed when witnessing the hot-mess. He clawed his cock, even though it was burning with brutality. He whispered your name and when he made eye-contact with your guilty face, his mood grew more hostile and his masturbation got increasingly heavy.

Michael quickly stood up and tucked away his length, deciding that he had tortured his buddy enough. He gave you knowing glance, a signal to maybe… Get dressed and leave the room to give him some space.

“I thought we were done with sharing her. She’s my girl, now.” Trevor grunted at Mikey, his hand suffocating his cock.

“She needed some real love.”

“Fuck you, Mikey. Fuck you. FUCK YOU!”

“Sharing is caring…” Was the last thing he could say before a lamp was thrown his way.

You took that sign and dressed yourself, following Michael’s lead out towards the door before he called your name.

“[y/n]… Don’t fuckin’ leave. We ain’t finished here.”

“Trevor, I’m sorry, I really am – “

“Save it. Just stay here. I ain’t gonna let that cunt touch your pussy again, you hear me?” He hissed.

“I am sorry though.”

“Oh, yeah. You looked it.”

“Trevor – “

“I don’t do forgiveness. You can’t even earn that shit from me. But I’ll get my way.” Words barely made it out clear as he was close to his orgasm as well, masturbating with pure stamina due to the high drugs in his system.

You sighed, shame making you feel sick.

“C’mere…” He’d order.

You hesitantly walked over before he came all into his hands, moaning your name in the process. He made you watch as his dick squirted semen against his shaky palms.

“Yeess…” His groans were low-key, almost sounding angry itself.

Then he wiped all that cum onto your face with a sick grin. He rubbed every inch until you were covered.

“There we go… I feel a tiny bit better…”

It was so warm and sticky. You held back the urge to shiver considering it was overstimulating. Trevor then caressed your bottom lip before he walked past you, his shoulder brushing against yours. He walked out of the motel room in silence and left you to think about what you have done, and what is about to happen next.

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