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So, as promised, here's my first fanfic that'll go on here. This is with Lamar and the female protagonist. 👀

I hope y'all enjoy. 😏

(18+ warning: strong language, sexual content)

The young woman walked out of the airport building, taking a moment to look at her surroundings. Some people were standing around her, either talking or meeting up with other people. In her case, she was one of those who'd meet someone there.

Arriving in the city of Los Santos, she hoped that she could unwind and relax upon meeting her online friend, Lamar. After all, the hours spent in a cramped airplane seat had left her tired.

It did not take long for her to notice him standing by his car, and she walked up to him, spotting a flower in his hands. The sight of him holding it caused her to become confused, making her wonder if it was just a simple gift or if he was interested in being more than friends.

However, her thoughts were answered as she approached him.

"God damn, girl," he commented. "You fine as a motherfucker!"

She reached out and grabbed the rose. As he proceeded to compliment her, she awkwardly glanced around before throwing it onto the ground behind her. He, taken aback by the sight, paused for a brief second.

"Uh... you know... you know, we've been online for so long," he continued. "You know, it's time for us to take our relationship a little bit further. You know, like... in like... a sexual way or something."

She quickly took a couple of steps back and raised her hands in the air, trying to stop his attempt to grab her waist.

"Oh, my bad. It ain't like that? Excuse me, you know?" He paused again. "Fuck it, that's neither here nor there."

She shook her head as she observed him walking toward his car, her quietly following behind. She had only recently arrived in the city, and yet her friend was already showing sexual attraction.

The moment when he attempted to touch her caused her to smirk, finding it more amusing than infuriating. Certainly, she had never expected it to happen.

As she settled into the car, closing the door behind her, she was surprised to see a pistol being handed to her in her left hand.

She started to inspect the firearm, ensuring it was loaded. As she focused on it, the sound of Lamar flirting with her filled her ears again, causing her to look over at him.

"Give me a tongue kiss," he chuckled.

She moved the gun barrel upwards, angling the weapon in his direction.

While she initially found his comments amusing, she began to grow slightly annoyed by them.

"My bad, okay. Let's go."

During the car ride, she had been informed that she would participate in a street race the same night. It had caught her off guard, as she had not anticipated such an event upon her arrival in the city.

Strangely, though, she was excited about it.

Upon arriving at a parking lot, she stepped outside and closed the door behind her, walking away from the car as she waited for Lamar to end a phone call he had to make.

To make herself less bored and impatient, she observed the passing cars on the road near them, each one speeding quickly by. She then lowered her head toward the ground and wandered around near the spot she was originally standing in.

Soon, she heard the sound of the other car door opening, and she watched as he exited the car and walked toward her. A grin crept across her face as if she was asking him what took him so long.

"My bad, baby," he remarked, tucking his phone away in his pocket. "Got distracted talking to the auntie. Now... where the fuck were we?"

She only shrugged her shoulders at him.

"Right, right. So... we need to get you a car, and we can fuck up the streets of Los Santos. And after we race, I can introduce you to my boy, G. He got some jobs you can do. I think I told you about him, didn't I?"

The girl nodded in response.

"Alright, alright. Cool. My brain be fucked sometimes, you feel me?" He paused for a moment, sighing. "Let's find you a car first, alright? Better pick a good one. You ain't gonna beat me."

She silently laughed and shook her head.

"There's some over there," he told her, pointing at some nearby cars behind her. "Why don't you go take one of them?"

She turned around, her eyes set on two vehicles parked on the opposite side of the parking lot. She noticed one of them was a sedan, while the other was a muscle car. Assuming the muscle car would be faster, she pointed at it and turned her head back toward him.

"You going for that muscle car? Shit, you have a good taste in cars, baby. Let's race then!"

Excited for the street race, she made her way toward the muscle car. The red and black vehicle appeared like it was locked, yet she was lucky enough to casually open the door. Upon entering, she did not need a key, as she hotwired it with no issues.

Driving the car out of its parking space, she soon positioned it alongside Lamar's vehicle in the middle of the road. To her surprise, the street had now become empty, causing her to wonder if the traffic temporarily died down.

Directing her gaze to her right side, she watched him as he rolled down his window, prompting her to do the same with her passenger side window.

"How about I make a deal with you?" he hollered from his car. "If you win, shit... then you win! That's that! But if I come in first... I got something I wanna try with you, girl! Just one time! I hope you won't think I'm some motherfucking creep for it!"

She could only frown at him, confused by his words, but as it clicked, she took her eyes off him in disbelief.

Was he serious?

Despite knowing the suggestive affection he initially showed, she found herself shocked by his deal. However, part of her believed he would not pressure her if she declined.

Surely, he would not go as far as annoying her about it constantly.

"Alright, baby!" he yelled, leaning out of the car window. "Let's see what you got! And I do mean 'baby' in a totally non-sexual way!"

Throughout the entirety of the race - from the very first starting point - she was lost in her thoughts, though she tried her hardest to stay focused. Many questions had swarmed her mind, making her feel concerned about her new criminal life in the city.

Would she ever get into trouble with the law?

Could she get killed?

In her hometown, evading the law had been easy for her, but she feared Los Santos would be a challenge to do illegal activities in. After all, it was a new place for her, and she had no idea yet how things worked there.

Eventually, the race reached the end, with her unfortunately finishing in last place. Lamar moved his vehicle into an empty parking lot and stopped it, with her pulling up beside him afterward and looking over to her left at his car.

"Ha!" he laughed. "I win! I told you that you wouldn't beat me!"

In response, she smirked and shrugged her shoulders.

"What do you say? This lot is empty, so we can go ahead and... you know! Or we can go to my place! I'm down for either!"

She quickly spotted a secluded area within the parking lot, the spot being dark with a few walls surrounding it. She extended her arm out of her car window and pointed toward the area.

"What?" he asked, staring in the same direction. "We going there?"

She nodded in response.

"Alright! Looks like a good spot!" He redirected his focus onto her. "You wanna hop in my car?"

She exited her car and closed the door behind her.

"That's a yes then, huh?"

She didn't reply as she opened the passenger door and sat inside.

"Just making sure: you wanna go along with this?" He placed a hand on his chest as he spoke. "I mean, I know I sound pushy, but I'm a good guy. I don't wanna make you think I'm some creepy dude. You can back the fuck out if I'm making you uncomfortable."

She nodded.

"Shit, alright. If you say so."

He drove his car to the empty section of the parking lot, parking it and switching off the engine.

As he turned it off, she glanced around, realizing she had chosen a good spot. She thought it was very dark from a distance, yet she did not know beforehand if it would completely hide them.

"Why don't I prepare you?" he asked her. "I'm sure you ain't wet yet. Are you?"

She shook her head at him.

"Well, then how about I help with that? Come sit on my lap."

She carefully moved herself from the passenger side to the driver's seat. The car, not being very spacious and roomy, resulted in an awkward moment between them; the girl had unexpectedly gotten stuck. Though with a bit of effort, she finally climbed onto him.

She kneeled against the seat and settled on his lap, making some minor adjustments at first to ensure she was comfortable. Once she repositioned herself, she gently rested her hands on his chest.

Lamar chuckled in response, his hands laying against both sides of her waist. "Man, you fit as hell. I like that."

At first, she had been uncomfortable with him displaying sexual interest in her, but as the moment was happening, she quickly adjusted and consented to his affection.

To especially show him that she was enjoying it, she grabbed the bottom of his shirt and slowly lifted it, neatly folding it to let it rest over his chest. With a shy smile on her face, she proceeded to tenderly caress his chest.

He responded to her actions by moving his hands away from her waist, firmly gripping both sides of her ass. The sensation caused a quick gasp from the mute woman, which then triggered another smile from her.

"Mmm, your ass feel fine as fuck - all nicely round and shit. You like me grabbing it, baby? Looks like you do."

She could feel him exploring every inch of it. Although her insides still felt somewhat dry, a throbbing sensation within her began to build up from his touch, making her grow desperate for much more.

No longer caressing his chest, she delicately tapped her hand on his left arm, causing him to stop his actions and look up at her with curiosity.

"Whatcha want?" he asked her. "Something wrong?"

Shaking her head, she paused to figure out a way to tell him about what she wanted him to do next.

Once she knew how to "talk" to him, she grabbed the bottom of her shirt with one hand and slowly lifted it, enough that only her stomach was exposed. She directed her eyes onto him and her hand a few times, hoping he would understand her.

He responded by staring at her, puzzled by her gesture.

Letting out a quiet sigh, she released her shirt, once again tapping his arm, before grabbing the bottom of her clothing and repeating the gesture.

He quickly caught onto what she was trying to tell him. "Oh, shit. My bad, girl. You want me to take your shirt off?"

She nodded eagerly at him.

"Alright, alright. Let me get that off you then."

With the limited space in the car, it took him a bit of effort and time to remove her shirt. However, he eventually got it off, which revealed her bra that had been hidden underneath.

Without hesitation, she also discarded the undergarment, her average-sized breasts gently dropping in their normal place after being tightly confined. Placing it on the passenger seat by her shirt, she took notice of his own shirt, gesturing him to also remove it.

In a matter of a minute or so, the two friends had found themselves shirtless.

Contemplating her next action, she realized that removing her pants and underwear within the small and cramped space would be a challenge, unless she had to step outside just to do so. Instead, she lowered them partially, exposing her entrance and aligning it with his crotch.

Staying kneeled on the seat, she straightened herself up again, allowing him to unzip his pants and pull out his dick through the front pocket. Although she couldn't fully see its size, she hoped it wouldn't be too big.

Immediately, she could feel the tip brushing against her skin, and the sensation alone caused a surge of arousal within her. Lamar tried lining the tip to her entrance, and the second he got it aligned, he began to slowly insert it, though it did not go in very deeply.

Removing his hand from his cock, he looked up at her confidently. "Settle yourself on me, baby."

Listening to him, she lowered herself more onto him, also being relieved that his length was neither too thick nor too long.

The last thing she wanted was a size that was too much for her.

She curled her fingers against his chest, and a gasp escaped her lips from his dick sitting inside of her. The pulsating sensation of it, matching with her insides throbbing, brought her pleasure almost right away.

"Shit... don't you feel nice?" he commented. "Do your thing, girl."

She started to grind on him, her hips slowly moving up and down. As she did so, a sudden, huge wave of pleasure surged through her body, causing her to feel wet almost instantly.

Keeping her eyes on him, she loosened the tension in her hands and laid her palms on his chest. His lips curled into a smirk as he stared up at her, and she couldn't help but respond with a playful smile as well.

As she continued to ride him, it was not long before he reached up and tenderly caressed her breasts with both of his hands. The touch came as a surprise to her, but the feelings within her controlled her so much that she could not protest. She nodded at him silently, encouraging him to continue doing what he was doing.

As some time went by, she could feel herself growing even more sensitive, as her legs easily started to slightly shake and twitch. Although their moment appeared intimate and nothing crazy, she experienced intense sensations as if she was riding him faster and energetically.

And so, that was what she did. After what felt like a long time, she could tell he was getting bored of the slow, gentle sex, even though he had never verbalized it to her.

She peeked at his lower body, her fingers tensing and curling once more on top of his skin, and bit her lip. Her ass quickly bounced up and down against him, and she nearly released a moan. Aside from the feeling of his dick inside of her, his touch on her upper body was enough to drive her completely wild.

"Shit, baby." He paused to keep his hands on her breasts. "You fucking good at this."

She directed her focus back on him, a smirk creeping across her face.

"You normally ride dudes like this? Man, you a motherfucking freak... and I mean to call you a 'freak' in a good way."

She could only stare downward at his lower body, her smile still spread across her face. Having a history of trying various positions with men in her hometown, the one she loved the most was the riding position.

To her, it was a lot of fun... much more than the others she had previously tried.

Releasing his hands from her breasts, he gently rested them on her hips, gripping each side. His fingernails lightly pressed against her skin, causing a faint poking sensation that she did not pay any attention to.

He was suddenly overwhelmed with his own pleasurable sensation that was different from what she was feeling. For him, there were feelings within his lower body that nearly pushed him over the edge. However, he was not yet about to finish, as the urge to had not yet come to him.

On the other hand, the girl experienced feelings which had physically impacted her. Not only did her vagina pulsate and throb, but her legs trembled and shook a lot more than before, though she tried to keep them as steady as possible. Her heart was also beating fast, enough that she felt as if it was about to burst through her chest.

She certainly did not regret accepting his deal by then.

The moment between them was too incredible for her.

She could sense the dam within her being on the verge of fracturing. It caused her to gasp, her hands clenching into fists. She was uncertain if he was close, too, but she realized that she was herself.

"Mmm... fuck, girl," he remarked. "You... you about to make me fucking bust."

She peeked down at him, trying to give him another smile, though she was unexpectedly interrupted by another surge of pleasure. The intensity nearly resulted in a scream from her, but being unable to talk, no sound escaped her.

Then, in a matter of moments, the dam finally cracked open. She sat down and clenched her fists even tighter, her legs convulsing violently as she rode out her orgasm.

Coincidentally, she felt his climax occurring almost at the same time. Never did she anticipate that they would be synced, and she was taken aback by it. Though she felt him releasing his warm cum deep inside of her, she was too transfixed by the overwhelming sensations of her own orgasm, unable to fully comprehend the idea of wanting to have him pull out. Instead, she only sat there, allowing him to coat her insides.

Once things calmed down between them, she allowed herself to relax, maintaining her sitting position atop him. Another grin crossed her face, as if she was asking him if he was satisfied.

After all, he had been desperate to do sexual things with her.

He chuckled, his focus staying on her. "That was... good. Shit. But we should probably get the fuck out of here before some motherfucker sees us. Maybe we can chill somewhere else after all that. Why don't you get back in your car?"

In response, she nodded and lifted her body, allowing him to take his dick out. She then pulled up her underwear and pants before opening the driver's side door, awkwardly and slowly exiting the car.

"Oh, don't you forget these, baby! Don't wanna be driving around with those titties out!"

She looked at him, noticing him holding out her shirt and bra to her. She smirked as she shook her head and took the clothing items from his grip.

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korn-dogz · 3 days

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“I don’t understand the deal between you two.”

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korn-dogz · 3 days

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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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korn-dogz · 4 days

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I loved those Ron dating headcanons 😭 please do chef dating headcanons

Wooooo boy. It's been awhile since I've done this.

Time to get back to these asks. :)

Chef dating headcanons

Not even gonna lie, I could so see Chef as a malewife.

I mean, Chef will cook and clean for you.

He could be cooking up something and you could come up behind him and wrap your arms around him (even if you're shorter than him), and he'd turn his head to giggle and smile at you before he'd go back to cooking.

Chef would play some instrument (probably an acoustic guitar) and sing and play your favorite song.

He's probably the most average man to date.

Chef would so simp for you and everything you do, he would go on rants about how perfect you are.

He would definitely rant to his friends about you.

He loves giving (and sometimes getting) forehead kisses.

It doesn't matter who you are, what you're like towards other people, or what you do for a living, he'll still love you all the same.

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korn-dogz · 5 days

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when you accidentally say lamar’s activation code

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korn-dogz · 5 days

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By Cjzuero, look at Trevor petting chop tho <3

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korn-dogz · 5 days

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Idk if you’ve done this I’m planning on doing it myself eventually but different gta v characters love languages,

Gift giving, physical touch, spoken ect

Love Languages of the Different GTA Characters:

*ty for the ask! this one honestly made me think so hard, and I loved it!

(Feat. Michael, Trevor, and Franklin. And then Lamar, Brad, and Wade bc they’re my top three fav secondary characters)

Michael De Santa:

-I feel like Michael’s receiving love language would be words of affirmation. He comes off as really self assured and full of himself. But during different dialogs it’s clear that Michael’s self loathing is just as strong as his ego. So, I feel like receiving words of affirmation to confirm that you do love him, and do genuinely enjoy being around him would be incredibly beneficial, and appreciated by him.

-Michael’s love language given to others, I think, would be gift giving or physical touch. I feel like gift giving is probably the easiest for him. He knows what you enjoy, and getting a gift to say ‘I love you’ is far easier for him than sorting out his feelings to say it in words. And, while I feel like physical touch may be a little less frequent and only for certain people, that it could also be one of Michael’s chosen forms of showing love. During that one scene after the Union Depository score, Michael moves to hug Trevor out of excitement. Now, despite how much he tries to deny it, Trevor is Michael’s best friend- and in that particular moment, Michael chose to show his affection toward his best friend through a hug. So, while more rare, if you’re close to him, Michael chooses physical touch to show love.

Trevor Philips:

I believe, both giving and receiving, Trevor’s love language is equally every single love language.

- Receiving, I think he’d take well to every kind of love language because he never received any kind of love as a child, and for most of his life. Touch, words, gifts, acts of service, or quality time- Trevor loves all of it because he’s never been given any of it. He may be a bit hesitant or slow to accept some things- like physical contact or words of affirmation, because he isn’t especially used to them though.

- And giving, if he loves/cares for you he’s going to show it. It’s not going to be traditional in any sense, but it’s all going to be well meaning and heartfelt even if it is weird and unorthodox. When Trevor Philips decides he loves you, there’s no limits to ways he prefers to show you.

Franklin Clinton:

- Receiving, I think Franklin would appreciate acts of service. He’s always had to be the responsible one, the one who took care of everyone else. So, having you care about him by offering to help him do things- even if it’s simple things, really takes the weight off his shoulders.

- And giving, I think Franklin would communicate best through gift giving. Even though it was a bit backhanded, when Lamar was upset and asked for help, Franklin readily gave him the money out of his wallet. So, I feel like Franklin probably likes the reaction he gets seeing you light up when he gets you something he knows you’ll love or something you need.

Lamar Davis:

- Lamar prefers receiving quality time the best. When he cares about someone he wants to do things with them, to talk to them,or to hang out and do nothing at all with them. He just genuinely likes spending free time in the company of his favorite people.

- Giving though, I feel like Lamar likes either words of affirmation or physical contact. If you’re someone he cares for he’s constantly giving out hugs, resting his elbow on your shoulder or atop your head, or leaning up close against you. And, with his words, he’s the biggest hype man. If you’re feeling low, if you’ve just gotten a new haircut or outfit, or if there’s something you’re particularly excited about, Lamar is going to have exactly the right things to say to make you feel better about the situation.

Brad Snider:

- He’s got a big ego and can be narcissistic as hell. That being said, even if he is self assured, he likes it when you reassure him that you like him and tell him about the things you enjoy about him. He likes being told when he’s done a good job or hearing you tell him how much you like him.

- I don’t know why but I feel like he’d best enjoy giving physical affection (but maybe I’m just biased because he looks like he gives good hugs and I want one). He likes being close to you- giving you hugs, shoulder bumps, resting an arm around your shoulder or wrapping you in his jacket with him.

Wade Hebert:

- He would enjoy receiving physical affection the best. He spends most of his time with Trevor- and for Wade, that means being hit at random times with no provocation. So, when he’s with someone he loves, receiving gentle, loving touches after a day full of getting beat up is such a relief for him.

- And giving, I think he shows his love through acts of service. Again, he spends most of his time with Trevor- who’s always ordering him around and yelling at him to do things. But when he comes home and does things for you it makes him feel good. He’s forced to do things for Trevor all day, but with you it’s because he loves you and wants to see you happy even if he’s spent all day doing things for other people.

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