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Franklin whimpers when you go down on him, I picked up a sex worker and she was giving Frankie a bj and he was literally whimpering

YES I SAW THIS TOO I WAS LIKE 🤗

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Absolutely chaotic

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Can I please have a Franklin Clinton x reader where they have soft sex (if you don’t write smut then just a fluff fanfic)

SLOW

It was a hot and sunny day in Los Santos, the sun shining brightly through Franklin’s large windows.

You walked through his house, looking for him.

"Frank?" You called out.

You heard him drop something.

"Upstairs!" He shouted.

You followed his voice and found him in the kitchen.

"What's up, babe?" He asked, turning to you.

"Just wanted to see you.” You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder.

"You're a sweetheart." He kissed the top of your head. "You want some iced tea?"

"Iced tea?" You chuckled. "Are you turning into Michael?"

"I like iced tea! It's fucking hot outside. It's either iced tea or beer."

"I'm good."

"Well, if you change your mind..."

"I know." You grinned, lying down on the couch.

You rested on the couch, the sun shining onto your skin. It was hot through the windows, burning your skin slightly.

You opened your eyes as you felt someone lay down next to you.

Franklin was lying down next to you, his eyes closed.

"You're blocking my sun." You joked.

"Oh, I'm sorry mrs sun soaker." He moved to lie on top of you.

"I didn't say move, I said stop blocking my sun."

"Now who's being mean?" He pressed his body against yours.

"I was joking!"

He grinned. "So was I."

"Oh really?" You smiled.

He nodded, moving his lips to yours.

"Mmm," you moaned against his lips, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He smelt amazing, a mix of sandalwood and vanilla. That was always what you loved about Franklin, his great hygiene. Always freshly washed, smelling of soap and aftershave. He was so clean.

Your fingers ran through his hair, before falling to his muscular back. That’s another thing you loved about him, how well he took care of himself.

You moaned quietly as his kisses went down to your neck.

"Mmm, babe." You gasped.

His hands moved under your shirt, running over your soft stomach.

You moved your hand down, touching his cock through his shorts.

"Fuck." He moaned against your skin.

Your hand pulled at the waistband of his shorts.

He got off of you, pulling down his shorts.

“We’ve got about 20 minutes before Lamar comes back, I think we can make that work.” He smirks, hands running up your shirt.

You pulled off your pants, and slid down your underwear.

He smiled as he watched, completely in awe of you.

"You are gorgeous."

You blushed, smiling up at him.

He climbed back on top of you, kissing you softly.

"I love you." He whispered.

"I love you too." You wrapped your legs around him as he pushed your underwear to the side.

His lips moved back to your neck, kissing it gently.

You moaned as he pushed into you.

He thrust into you softly, kissing you passionately.

You loved how gentle he was with you, he didn’t need to be rough to make you finish.

His hand moved between your bodies, his fingers rubbing your clit.

“Oh, fuck!” You whined, your nails digging into his back.

Soft hip hop and jazz played through his speakers as you made love, the sunlight pouring through the large windows.

It was beautiful, and the only thing that mattered to you was the man on top of you.

He moved slowly, kissing every part of your skin.

You gasped, holding him close.

"You are perfect." He whispered, his lips meeting yours again.

"God, Franklin." You moaned, your fingers lacing into his hair.

He sped up a little, still thrusting into you softly.

His thumb rubbed your clit faster, and your thighs shook.

You were reaching your peak, and he could tell.

He kissed you once more, before he whispered in your ear.

"Come for me, baby."

You couldn't hold it in anymore. Your back arched, your hips bucking up to meet his.

"Fuck!" You cried out, your orgasm washing over you.

Franklin bit his lip, and with one last thrust, he came too.

"Holy shit." He whispered, pressing his lips against yours.

You smiled, and ran your fingers through his hair.

The both of you slipped back into your clothes as Lamar came crashing through the door.

“Big dog is back!” He shouted sashaying into the kitchen.

You and Franklin couldn't help but laugh.

This is what you’d always wanted. A good boyfriend, and a bestfriend.

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Hey!! Can you please do Framar(Franklin x Lamar) FanFiction please and can you also put some smut 🙈in it and also have the insane plot twist 😳at the end of the fanfiction 😃 thank you 🙏

Love ❤️

XZY

DRUGGED

“Eyy! The boy Frank!” Lamar’s voice was heard as he approached Franklin.

“Hey man, how you been?” Franklin smiled at his bestfriend, hugging him as they got closer.

"I'm cool, you know me, can't keep this boy down!"

"Damn that's right, shit's still good?" Franklin asked, the two of them walking through the parking lot of the Vanilla Unicorn.

“Shits always good with me Frank.” Lamar laughed as they walked into the club, music drowning their voices out.

They both headed to the bar, ordering drinks as they talked.

"So you ain't found some girl you can call yours? Shit man, you got no game." Franklin teased.

"Bitch please! Go beg Tanisha to call you back." Lamar sighed, taking a sip of his drink. "I'm workin' on it."

"You're workin' on it? Or your dick is working on it?"

"Fuck you homie, my dick is always working." Lamar snorted. "But seriously, I'm working on it, just need the right one."

"Damn, when did you get all deep and shit?" Franklin shook his head.

"When did you start talkin' about your feelings and shit?" Lamar retorted, earning a middle finger from Franklin.

“Oh please,” Franklin laughed loudly at his incredibly sensitive friend beside him.

The club was loud, pop songs blaring through the speakers. Girls strutted around, flaunting their assets and staring up the men.

The two downed a couple rounds of shots, chatting about new gossip and random topics.

“It’s loud as fuck in here! Homie can we go outside quick?” Lamar said, pulling Franklin’s arm.

Franklin nodded, following his friend outside.

They both walked up to their cars, Lamar lighting a joint.

"I'm tellin' you homie, we should start a club or some shit, I feel like I could get down on that." Lamar chuckled.

"Lamar, you can't even afford a car."

"That's why we need a club, then we'll have money." Lamar rolled his eyes, pulling a water bottle out of his bag.

“The fuck is that?” Franklin said, making fun of him.

“Gotta stay hydrated motherfucker! Bitching at a homie for taking care of himself. You want some?”

"Yeah okay." Franklin took the water, drinking half of it.

He coughed, nearly choking as his body tensed up.

"Yo Frank you good?" Lamar put his hands on his shoulder, helping him.

“What the fuck is in that? Tasted like straight ass!” Frank shouted, gagging as he tossed the bottle back at Lamar.

“Stop bitching! Can we go to your crib? This place is draining the shit outta me.” Lamar replied, pushing Franklin and getting in his car.

"Man, a'ight. Fine." Franklin rolled his eyes, getting into his own car.

They both pulled out of the parking lot, Franklin speeding down the streets. He pulled up in his driveway, Lamar close behind. He was used to his best friend being in his house, Lamar usually hung there. He’d basically moved in as soon as Frank got the house, and as much as Franklin acted like it bothered him, he enjoyed having his closest friend around so much.

Lamar got out the car and walked straight into Frank’s house, sitting on the couch.

"Yo, why do you always got this place smelling like a fuckin' forest, homie? Poor chop probably stoned half the time.”

“This the scent of owning your own house, And not living with your mama at the ripe age of 25.”

“Homie that’s wrong. You know I love my moms, she my rock.” Lamar said, kicking franklin and throwing a middle finger up at him.

“Shut up and pass me the remote.”

It had only been about ten minutes before Frank started to feel very strange. It wasn’t a feeling he recognised. His felt face hot and sweaty, and his mood had boosted suddenly.

“Homie, what the fuck was in that weed? I feel weird as fuck.” Franklin muttered, fanning himself and getting up to turn the AC on.

“Pure cali! Maybe you used to the shitty bud your white boys be using.” Lamar said, looking at Franklin.

Frank walked back over, sitting next to him. he could feel Lamar staring at him, and it made his stomach feel fluttery. He was confused and turned to look at his friend to ask what was wrong. Suddenly a wave of attraction hit him, seeing Lamar in a new way.

"What's up with you?" Franklin asked.

"Nothin', just watching you."

"Why?" Franklin asked, his body starting to get warm again.

"Cause I can." Lamar smiled.

"Well don't. You look like you about to creep on me." Franklin laughed, standing up to grab a glass of water.

His legs felt shaky, and he could hear his heartbeat in his ears. He took a deep breath, filling his glass with water and returning to his friend.

"You a'ight man?"

"No."

"Why? Wassup?"

"I don't know. My head is fuzzy and my heart is racing."

"Maybe you sick?"

"Maybe." Franklin took a big gulp of his water, trying to calm his body down.

He sat there, staring at the TV but not really watching.

He felt his body heating up. It was becoming unbearable, and there was a new sensation that had just began. He realised he’d become extremely turned on.

Lamar turned to look at Frank again, feeling the attraction also.

"Fuck, you hot Frank."

"You can say that again." Franklin looked at him, his breathing was becoming laboured.

"Nah, I mean you lookin' hotter than usual." Lamar leaned in towards Franklin.

"I'm not sure I can say the same."

"Homie, you wound me."

“I’m playing. You looking hotter than usual too. The fuck is going on?”

“Probably the molly I put in that water bottle earlier.” Lamar smiled cutely, looking at Frank eagerly.

“What?!” Franklin said loudly, looking at Lamar angrily.

“Dude, calm down. I knew you wouldn’t try it! So I had to substitute.”

Franklin didn't have a chance to respond, His heart was racing and he couldn’t hold back anymore. He wanted him, he needed him.

He grabbed Lamar’s face and kissed him.

Lamar was taken aback but responded quickly. Their lips were pressed together in a deep kiss, and Lamar pulled Frank onto his lap, making their position more comfortable.

They were kissing for a while before Lamar started to trail his lips down Frank's neck.

“Might aswell make the most of this molly, huh?” Lamar smirked, his hands on Franklin’s hips.

Franklin was lost for words, moaning softly and leaning his head back.

Lamar bit Frank's neck, licking over the bruise and smiling at the mark.

"Damn Frankie, you moaning and shit. Thought you weren't gay." Lamar chuckled, grinding his hips up against Franklin's.

"Fuck you, I ain't." Franklin growled.

Lamar flipped him over, pushing him down onto the couch. He held his arms above his head, grinding down onto him.

"Don't fight it, homie."

"Lamar,"

"Just trust me."

Lamar kissed down his body, pulling Frank’s shirt off, and exposing his abs.

"Damn." Lamar breathed.

He ran his fingers over the skin, making Franklin shiver.

"Lamar, can you hurry the fuck up? I feel weird as fuck."

"Patience is a virtue Frank." Lamar smirked, looking up at Franklin.

Franklin groaned, rolling his eyes.

Lamar kissed and sucked on his stomach, his hands roaming around Frank's chest.

"Fuck." Franklin moaned.

"I ain't even did anything yet."

"Fuck you, just- do something."

"Yes sir." Lamar smiled, unbuttoning his Franklin’s jeans.

He slid his hand into Franklin's underwear, rubbing his palm against the other man's cock.

Franklin whined, thrusting his hips up and panting.

"You like that shit, huh?” Lamar grinned, eyes locking with his best friend’s.

The atmosphere was hot, and their bodies were sticky with sweat. The room stank of sex.

Lamar tugged down Frank's underwear, exposing his cock.

"Damn, you bigger than I thought."

"Thanks?"

Lamar giggled, licking the tip and sucking softly.

Franklin groaned, his legs tensing up and his mind going blank.

Lamar wrapped his lips around Franklin's cock, taking the head into his mouth. He started bobbing his head, licking as he sucked him off.

"L-lamar.” Franklin whined, running his hands through Lamar’s hair.

He gripped his hair tightly, tugging and thrusting up.

Lamar moaned, his throat vibrating and his mouth tightening.

Franklin panted, his sweaty chest falling and rising quickly. He never expected this to happen in a hundred years, yet it was the best thing he’d ever experienced.

"Fuck- Lamar- I'm gonna-"

Franklin came in his mouth, and Lamar swallowed.

He pulled off, smiling at his friend.

“Told you to trust me.” Lamar whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Frank's lips.

Frank was still catching his breath, and his mind was a blur.

"Damn Frankie."

Franklin couldn't reply, his throat was dry and his body was exhausted.

"Come on, let's get you to bed." Lamar said, helping his friend up and walking him to his bedroom.

"Can you stay?"

"Yeah man, you know I got you."

"Thanks man.”

Franklin was half asleep, and he could barely keep his eyes open.

"Homie before you drift off into a peaceful slumber, we should probably talk.”

“Yeah, yeah probably.” Frank said, sitting up.

“Now I don’t wanna freak you out, but I do think that was fun. Maybe we should consider a repeat of this, but without all the molly. Lil friends with benefits vibe.” Lamar smiled, looking at franklin’s extremely exhausted face.

“Now that I can agree too. Now please homie, Let me sleep!”

Lamar chuckled and nodded, laying down and pulling Franklin close.

It was silent for a while, the two men almost asleep.

"Hey Lamar?"

"Mm?"

"Love you man."

"Love you too, Frank."

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hi! I was wondering if you could do a request for a Trevor Philips with a female s/o that has depression and maybe suicidal thoughts?? If you are not comfortable writing I completely understand and that is totally fine 😁

TOO MUCH

It was movie night in the Philips household.

You and your boyfriend were staring at the small tv in his trailer, watching some shitty 80’s movie that was playing.

Trevor’s hand was warm, his calloused skin resting on your thigh. He wasn’t the perfect boyfriend, but you made it work. Being with him was exciting, but scary.

There was always someone he had problems with. And on the days he came home covered in blood, you couldn’t help but feel exhausted.

Exhausted with the thought of loosing him, the constant anxiety and arguments, it was all too much. But you loved him. You loved him when the panic attacks were so bad you couldn’t breathe, and you loved him when he came home after going missing on a four day crystal bender.

But it was too much. You turned your head to look at your partner sitting beside you, sitting there so unknowing of the hurt he caused you.

It was getting harder to breathe. You need an out. Somewhere to go. You need to breathe. You can’t breathe.

It feels like you’re being swallowed whole. You get up and run outside, collapsing on the sandy ground outside.

The world around you feels like it’s closing in, suffocating you. You can hear Trevor come up behind you, trying to get you to breathe normally.

But you can't. You can't focus on anything, everything is too much.

“What the fuck is going on?” He says, rubbing your back.

You want to tell him, but the words won't come out.

All you can do is sob, trying to gasp for air.

He keeps asking you what's wrong, and all you can do is sit there, feeling the world close in.

You start to stand up, your legs shaking beneath you. Trevor grabs your arm and holds you up, leading you into the trailer.

You lay on the couch, tears running down your face.

“Y/n, I need you to tell me what’s going on.” Trevor says, kneeling infront of you and holding your hand.

“I don’t know how to explain it,” You manage to say, between sobs.

He rubs your arm, kissing your forehead. You’d never seen this side of him before, and it was comforting to know he wasn’t just a cold hearted murderer he fronted himself as.

You finally begin to calm down, wiping your eyes.

You sit up, your head throbbing.

He sits down beside you, still rubbing your back.

“I think you’re depressed again.” He says, your head resting on his lap.

You sit up, looking at him.

“What are you talking about? It was just a panic attack.” You try to laugh, but his face is dead serious.

You had gotten depressed a few years ago, and he helped you through it.

He understood how it felt, after Michael’s “death” he couldn’t get out of bed for 3 months. And although he’s not the best at helping, he tries his best.

“Look, y/n. I’m not an idiot. I’ve noticed how withdrawn you are, it’s not like you.”

And suddenly, you were sobbing in his arms again. It made sense now. The dark thoughts were back with a vengeance, and you didn’t know how to cope.

“I don’t know if I can do it again. I just wanna give up.” You were hysterical, and his arms were tight around you.

He grabbed your face, making eye contact with you.

“Don’t talk like that. I can’t loose you.” He said quietly, eyes watering.

He held you until the sobs stopped, and your breathing evened out.

After talking for a while, you both fell asleep.

No matter how hard it is this time, you’ve got him. That’s all you need.

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It's time to share my gta phase. To start off with some silly sketches.

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LMFAO

gta v as tik toks/clips part 2

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saw this n instantly thought of them ♡

source ig?

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Shit hit the fan in the De Santa household.

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sometimes i think about how franklin can talk to dogs and i just

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hii there! is there anway i can request a Lamar x fem! reader (smut cx) of helping him get rid of his morning wood? :0 ur fics/hcs are amazing so far im obsessed 😩

WAKE UP

It’d been a long night. You and Lamar had met up with Frank, Michael and Trevor, and spent the night in various nightclubs and bars. Lamar was completely wasted, so you decided to take him home early.

You opened the door to your apartment and walked Lamar inside.

He turned to you. His words were slurred as he spoke, and his movements were clumsy. "Thanks,”

"No problem. You need help getting to bed?"

"If that means you staying, then yes.”

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?” He pouted, looking down at you.

"Lamar, you're drunk."

"So are you! It’s fine.” He laughed, pulling you to bed.

You rolled your eyes and followed him. He was insanely drunk, tripping over himself like a toddler. It’d be a miracle if he wasn’t hungover tomorrow.

“Come here,” he slurred, patting the bed. You laid down next to him.

You were lying on your side, staring into his deep brown eyes.

He leaned closer, and you could feel his breath on your face.

And then his head dropped onto your stomach. He was asleep.

You sighed and pulled the covers over the both of you.

After a long night of tossing and turning with Lamar wrapped around you, it was finally the morning. You woke up to Lamar laying on his side, facing away from you. Sitting up, and looking for your phone you looked over at him. He looks so peaceful, forgetting the chaos he caused last night. Luckily, you’d recorded it all.

After staring at him for a while, you noticed something. A lump under the covers. It took you a minute to figure out what it was. You covered your mouth, laughing at your unconscious boyfriend.

"Wake up, Lamar," you said, pushing his shoulder.

He groaned, rolling onto his stomach.

“Seems you’ve got a little problem.” You said, giggling at him.

His eyes widened. He sat up, his head hitting the wall. He rubbed the back of his head and looked down at his crotch.

He sighed, obviously annoyed, before looking at you.

“I mean, you wanna help?” He winked, grinning in your direction.

You smiled, pushing him onto his back.

You moved so you were on top of him. You leaned down, your lips just barely touching his.

He smiled against your lips, placing his hands on your hips.

You kissed him softly, feeling his arms wrap around your waist. You pulled away from him, looking down at his crotch. Putting your hands on his shoulders, you slowly grinded against it.

“Oh fuck,” he muttered, looking down.

You smirked, watching as he threw his head back.

You pulled his shirt off and threw it on the floor, before doing the same to yours. You leaned forward and began kissing his neck.

Lamar moaned, holding you closer.

You sat up, unbuttoning his pants. He watched you, his face red.

Pulling his boxers down, you licked your lips. His dick looked sore from how hard it was. He needed this. Lamar bit his lip, watching as you slowly took him into your mouth.

"Shit," he mumbled, running his hands through your hair.

You looked up at him as you started sucking him off, watching him moan and buck his hips.

His grip on your hair tightened. He was close, and you could tell.

You bobbed your head, moving your hands to his thighs. You moved your hands in small circles, massaging his skin.

He threw his head back, and he pushed your head down. You choked slightly, and you heard him moan.

He let go of your hair, and you lifted your head up.

Lamar was panting, and his tattooed chest was rising and falling quickly.

“Fuck!” He said between breaths, smiling at you.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, and climbed up next to him.

“Movie?” He suggested, wrapping an arm around you.

“Yeah.” You said, resting your head on his chest.

A lazy day was definitely a good idea after last night.

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the fact that trevor doesn't deny micheal being his boyfriend is kinda funny yet cute in a way to me

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I WISH HE WOULD DO THIS TO ME WHATTTTTT

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totally self indulgent but could I request some headcanons for being Michael de Santa's girlfriend? perhaps being spoiled etc and if he's cuddly/what he's like with affection? I have the wooorrsst crush ever and must remain anonymous so no one knows xD thank u thank u take ur time <3 adore your writing !!

i have another post where i list loads about this but i’ll add some new ones for u :)

(the other post ^^^)

• super romantic

• classic 1960’s love

• suit and tie, long dresses, expensive restaurants

• sitting together watching his favourite films, with a £100 bottle of wine

• he makes you feel sooo special.

• kissing the top of your head, and your hands

• true gentleman with you :’)

• so gentle with you

sorry for the short one i ran out of ideas :(

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trevor creepy uncle kink..👀 what does this Mean /j

i’m aware this is a joke but for for the people who don’t know trevor has a huge creepy uncle kink like when he picks up ursula he goes “your making uncle t very happy!” and i think when he’s in the strip club he says something like “come fix your daddy issues” and “who’s your creepy uncle now”

LOL we love him tho x