#GTA V

[bearingferal]

Pretend Trisha's clothes are all beat up and dirty I forgot to do that part but that mf is nasty no matter what gender he is 😭😭 anyways erm women moment 🤯🤯🤯

[reztruck2]

[jabename]

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

[vinewoodclassics]

very passionate about tracey not being a natural blonde and trevor originally bleaching her hair for her when she was like 9-10 (without permission. obviously) but this must coexist with that thing i said about michael going gray at 26 because i am even more passionate about him dyeing his hair being his biggest most secretive secret that only trevor knows because he accidentally walked in on it once. the only reason tracey’s hair didn’t get dyed back to brown is because when him and amanda got reasonably upset trevor was like “oh like YOU can talk about being too young for hair dye” and the confused look amanda gave him shut him right up about it forever

[trevor4ever]

gta v as tik toks/clips part 2

[defnotsaint]

"Are we gonna stop for ice cream?"

[rreskk]

Sorry for not being active poopies. April busy :(

Have north Yankton shitty moodboard. I don’t like😣

[vialiar]

👁️‍🗨️

@rreskk

[btteredtoast]

don’t move to Los Angeles or you’ll end up like this

[coloradosnumber1dad]

On the Come Up Part 2 | Trevor Philips x reader

Part 1

@bitter-rabittt tysm for liking it 🙏🙏 I added the ending just for you 😋 sry it took a minute I’ve been super out of it lately

Warnings: Angst, smut, drinking/drug use, reader is afab but not referred to in any specific way

It was 3 weeks since shit hit the fan with Trevor. 3 weeks starved of his touch. He hurt you. He promised he would quit. You knew he wouldn’t. Obviously not. He’s an addict. But you found yourself, lately, waking up in the middle of the night, reaching out for him. And he isn’t there.

“Trev?” You startled yourself awake with a sound coming from outside. You looked around the room, rubbing your eyes and hoping the little spots in your vision would turn into his silhouette. Your hand chopped through the air, nothing. You wrapped your hands around your cold body, shuffling around in bed to find the robe you discarded somewhere before you fell asleep. Standing up, you slipped it over your shoulders, making your way out into the living room. You hated the sound of your feet shuffling around on your own. You were so used to the constant company of Trevor, following you around like a lost puppy.

You looked at the clock on the wall, dimly lit from the moonlight, 2:49.

Fuck.

Your hand hovered over your phone. I need him. No. Not after everything you worked so hard for.

Your hand hovered over your phone. One text can’t be that bad, right?

No. No way.

You stalked over to the kitchen and poured yourself a drink.

Sip, maybe.

Sip, What’s the worst that could happen?

Gone, I wonder what he’s up to?

You poured yourself another glass and settled into the couch, picking up the book you’ve been reading, trying to pull yourself away from the thoughts of him. His touch, the way he held you together. How his scarred hands perfectly cupped your curves, his hands traveling all over your body on a cross country trip, not stopping until every inch of you was warm.

The drinks lulled you into an altered state of consciousness. You weren’t a good person when you drank.

“Trevor,” you whispered out into the darkness, smelling the alcohol on your breath waft back into your face. You picked up your phone, the screen lighting up your face in the darkness of the room.

One call wouldn’t hurt.

The phone trilled

Silence

Again

Silence

“Y/N?” His voice was gruff and uncomfortable to listen to

“I need you,” you exhaled, you wished you didn’t want him. You wished that he couldn’t make everything better. You wished you could leave him behind

“Fuck,” You could hear rustling on the other end of the line and then his door slamming.

Then he hung up.

You anxiously waited for what was going to happen when he showed up. Was there going to be a gun to your head? Were you going to make up? Was he going to tell you how much better his life was without you in it? You paced around in the dark, you couldn’t look at yourself. Your hands shook until you heard his truck drive into the car park.

The door slammed. You could hear his heavy footsteps.

You walked up and opened the door as he was coming up the porch steps “Trev,” you breathed out.

He didn’t even answer before he was through the door and pushing you up against the nearest wall. His hands roamed your body, touching every inch of you. He found himself back in between your thighs, where hit fit almost perfectly.

“I’ve missed you,” you breathed out, alcohol laced your breath “I’ve missed the way you touch me, the way you make me feel.”

He only grunted in response as his rough scarred hands found your boobs underneath your shirt.

“God I’ve missed these tits.” Was all he managed to say as he continued to grope you. Most women would think of that as inconsiderate or unloving, hearing it from Trevor made you realize how much he cared about you. How much he missed you.

Maybe he was just horny.

“Mm, need you, Trev” You bucked your hips against him, desperate for any sort of friction

“So fucking ready for me huh?” He hooked his fingers around your underwear and pulled them down. He wiped his fingers up and down your slit, making you shudder in pleasure “So wet for me”

“Only for you, I waited for you” you had. You never so much as looked at another man, you knew the conflict wouldn’t last long. You had touched yourself, late at night, all alone. But you just couldn’t get off without him there, guiding you, watching you.

Without warning he shoved two fingers deep inside you, pumping in and out, hitting that perfect spongy spot deep inside your cunt. He lifted your thigh up around his waist. This gave him better access to finger fuck you deeper.

“Ohh,” you gasped out, clenching around his digits desperately. You were a goner. “So close Trev, oh god”

“Fuckin’ ohh fuckin missed you baby. Missed this pussy. Always so good for me.” He kept grunting as he fingered you, humping his clothed erection on your thigh.

You moaned louder as you felt yourself near the edge, you were so close, just one more push and you’d be there.

But he stopped.

He pulled his fingers out of you as you whined at the loss of contact. “So needy huh? Calm your tits baby, I’m gonna fuck you real good don’t worry.”

He pulled down his pants slightly and pulled himself out of his boxers. You bit your lips to hold back moans as he stroked himself in front of you. His dick twitched in his hand and precum leaked from the tip.

“Please, Trev, I need you so bad,” He groaned in response as he lined himself up with your entrance and pushed himself into you in one swift motion. The stretch made tears prick the corners of your eyes as he thrusted into you as hard as he could.

“I fucking hate you for what you put me through.” He said through gritted teeth as he fucked you harder, making the pictures on your wall shake. His words surprised you. Hadn’t he just been over the moon a second ago?

“You think I-“ you moaned as he hit a spot that made you see stars. A spot only he could reach “You think I don’t know that? You are a drunken piece of shit, Trevor Philips. I hate your guts as much as the fuckers in los santos that want you killed.” You collapsed into his chest, he smelled like smoke and sweat

“I fucking, I gave you everything I had” He slammed his hips into yours, causing your knees to give out a little

“So did I. I gave my whole fucking life for you.” He quickened his pace as he neared his release

“What did you ever give?” He peered down at you, though his eyes darted away from yours every time you tried to make eye contact

“I-I gave up a decent life, a decent job, to live with you. An alcoholic, fucked up addict who can’t seem to understand other people have feelings too“ You clenched around him as your orgasm hit you like a bus. You both didn’t say anything for a few minutes. He kept thrusting into you, the only sound echoing in the house was your panting and skin hitting skin

He broke the silence “I fucking hate you. I hate you.”

“Fuck, then why don’t you fucking go, go back to your shitty trailer, and your drugs, and your goons.”

You didn’t even bother to pick up your underwear as you made your way to the bedroom, laying down in bed. You squeezed your eyes shut in an attempt to keep your crying at bay.

After a few minutes you heard familiar limping footsteps nearing closer. You didn’t say a word as Trevor crawled into bed next to you. You slung your arm over his waist as he curled up into fetal position in the bed you used to share.

He held your hand close to his heart, feeling the steady beat as you both laid there in silence. You both knew each other’s eyes were open and alert. You both felt the tension hang in the air around you, your bodies smelling of sex and regret.

“Fucking hate you, I hate that I want you back” he mumbled into your pillow

You hugged him closer and leaned down to press kisses into his back

“Me too, me too”

[meowicule]

old man yaoi political compass

[veradia]

[yank-a-ton]

My piece for the GTA 2023 Fanzine

[kixzkix]

Bltz play is my favorite mission 🫶

[charliesgayhead]

Been playing GTA Online lately and wanted to draw my character