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Trevor x reader

Short story

OKAY. I can’t be the only one that thinks of Trevor x reader with Michael’s back story. ARE YALL UNDERSTANDING????

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Tw: drugs, alcohol, sex.

Ignore the misspelling. Please. Kinda 18+ but like not really. Reader and Trevor never officially dated. But y’all did do it a couple times…

You and Trevor’s relationship was…ehhh. You hadn’t spoken to him in years. And a lot happened in those couple years. You got married, had ungrateful kids. Even changed your name.

But I guess Trevor never really got over you?…I mean to be fair, you did die. But like not really!

BACKGROUND-

You and Trevor were the duo of the group. You would always hang out together, alone. Get drunk, get high, and basically everything. You guys had your moments though.

Like that one time you both got so drunk together and started a bar fight, just to run out the back and very quickly fuck.

It was like a romantic kinda thing, to you at least. To you, it was the adrenaline rush in the moment, beer and fighting gets your blood pumping I guess.

But to him, oh to him it was a new beginning. Feeling his rock hard cock pumping inside your wet cunt, as he slurred and stuttered over the words “I fucking love you!…” It opened his eyes to how close you both were. How you were basically the only girl he could have deep conversations with and then fuck right afterwards. Slowly but surely, he started to develop feelings for you.

He started getting more touchy too. Like every time after a mission, he’d sit you down and give you a massage. He definitely knew how to work those fingers.

Or he’d make sure to give you a bigger cut of the cash.

Y’know how people say -he fell first, she fell harder-

Yeah well, no.

He fell first AND way harder. Cause you never really return those feelings, other than a quick fuck here and there.

The closest you two got to officially dating was when the cops got pictures of both of you’re faces and when they put you two on the news they said

“Please contact your local police department if you’ve seen this couple. The male is around 6 feet tall and seems to be very aggressive. The females height is around — and doesn’t seem to be as aggressive but do not confront these people at any point in time. Stay safe and lock your doors.”

Like EXCUSE ME??? Trevor was overjoyed to find out the public thought you two were together. Even the group started calling you both ‘bonnie and Clyde’ on missions as code names.

After a big hit, you all celebrated by throwing a massive party. You didn’t really expect to find your future husband there. He was tall, athletic and he looked like he actually showered everyday, unlike Trevor.

You made the first move. Walking over there and starting a conversation with him, you expected to probably hook up. Or maybe even get drunk then never see each other again. But you guys actually hit it off. You got his phone number and started dating a couple months later.

You knew you had to give up the crime life. You wanted to settle down, get married and have kids! A normal life. You couldn’t do that with Trevor! You couldn’t rob banks for the rest of your miserable lives!

You knew you needed out. And fast.

Right before your last mission, you knew you wouldn’t be able to pull it off. You could just feel something was gonna go wrong. So…you got in good with the police and made a deal. You go free into witness protection and finally get the life you always dreamt of! It sounded nice in the moment, It really did.

Maybe you just weren’t thinking straight. Or maybe your new boyfriend got into your head.

So, you faked your death.

Trevor took it the hardest out of everyone. He tried everything to get over it too. Drinking, drugs, even fucking random girls. It never really filled the void in his heart.

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[user735292]

Male!Kidnapper x fem!reader

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Tw- unwanted pregnancy, graped reader, past dr-gging, size difference (kinda), noncon, morning sickness, and cursing.

(If this isn’t your thing please don’t hate!! I know it’s weird. And I do not support any of this irl! this is fantasy!)

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Mornings were never really your thing. you’d always wake up in a groggy mood feeling like shit. but today something felt worse? you’re stomach hurt and you were incredibly sore in your private parts—you clutch your stomach and squeeze your legs tightly, it hurts so bad.

‘what the fuck happened?!’ you thought to yourself.

You try and stand but you don’t even make it all the way up before letting out a struggled cry. It hurts to sit, stand and basically everything.

As you’re struggling to even move the basement door open and he walks through. you’re in to much pain to focus on him.

“Good morning, baby-” he’s holding your breakfast. pancakes, bacon and a small cup of coffee. It doesn’t take long for him to see you in very obvious pain. he places the plate down on the floor and quickly walks over to you.

“Don’t move, baby.” he places his hand on your stomach, holding you up while his other hand runs through your hair.

You stop—why does this fucker think he can’t touch you?

You slap his hands away just as quickly as he placed them there. you know he had something to do with this, you just have to figure out what exactly he did.

“Don’t touch me! I’m fucking f-fine!—I’m fine!” it’s almost like you’re trying to convince yourself that you’re fine.

“You’re not-“

“I said don’t fucking touch me!” you snap. the pain mixing with the anger from him even looking at you is overwhelming.

Then you feel it—a lump in your throat that just won’t go away.

“Take me to the restroom…” you manage to mumble out.

“You’re not allowed in the main house when the suns up. Someone could see you, honey. You know that.” he says softly. It genuinely pisses you off. he talks to you like you’re a baby. like you’re soft and fragile.

“…please…I’ll be fast. No one’s gonna see.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart-“

“Just take me to the god damn bathroom you asshole!” you gag. you know your throw up on yourself if you stay for even a second longer.

He knows you mean business, and how could he leave you down here when you talk so nicely to him? he sighs—picking you up and carrying you upstairs.

You barely make it to the bathroom, what’s going on with you? your acting like you’re pregnant or something…

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IM NOT GONNA GO INTO DETAIL ABOUT THROWING UP.

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After that’s over you lean against the wall and whipping your mouth. you feel disgusted with yourself.

He stands in the doorway watching over you, his brain putting the dots together.

No. no way.

You can’t be pregnant. no way! he only came once and it…he came inside you. he really didn’t mean to! the heat of the moment and he hadn’t felt a woman in years!

“…shit…” he mumbles, walking back and forth with his hands running through his hair.

“what?” you grumbled at him. he’s acting like he’s the one throwing up!

“…don’t be mad. don’t be mad, please!”

“what the fuck did you do? did you give me rotten food or something, creep?!”

“I-I’m so so sorry. I-I didnt know you could get pregnant or anything…”

What the fuck did he just say to you? pregnant? as in, having sex? you’d never! you barely let him kiss you, let alone have actual sex!

“Pregnant?…no. no theirs no way you got me pregnant.” you laugh it off as a bad joke.

“You’re having my baby…” you hear a slit chuckle once he says that. he wasn’t exactly planning to get you pregnant but he wasn’t really mad about it though.

He gets down on his knees with you, rubbing your stomach with a wide—creepy smile on his face.

It all makes sense now. the pain in your private parts, the throwing up.

you feel another lump in your throat but it’s not throw up.

It’s fear.

Not just for you, but what if you actually have this baby? you sleep on a bad dirty mattress in a dark basement. the only times you see the light is when he wants you too see it.

Your eyes water—just enough for a tear to stream down your face.

he looks up from your stomach to see your face, when he sees the tears—he just smiles more.

“It’s okay, baby. W-we’ll be great parents. I hope it’s a baby girl, hopefully she looks like you but my genes are pretty strong-“ he smiles.

He stops talking when he sees you full blown crying. your face burred in your hands. he wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly.

You don’t pull back. you just cry. the last thing you need right now is to fight with him.

“I think it’s the perfect time for a child…I have a great job, a beautiful girlfriend, and we haven’t been fighting that much anymore.” he kisses your forehead.

A chill runs through your body as he says that, you’re not his fucking girlfriend! your not even a friend! your a victim!

You wanted to push him away, you really did. But you just needed someone to hug—someone to lean on in this situation.

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Later on that, he sat you at the dinner table—he only really does that when he’s really happy.

It was late. way too late to be having dinner.

He did your makeup as best as he could, it was simple but he likes the natural look on you. just some mascara, lip balm and a little blush— with the tiniest dot of concealer.

“I was thinking of baby names while in the shower. I know it’s a little early to be thinking about them.” he smiles. “If it’s a girl I was thinking maya or something sweet. If it’s a boy I was thinking William or Arthur.”

He shoved a big bite of his steak in his mouth with an even bigger smile on his face.

you didn’t look up from your plate. you didn’t wanna talk about baby names! you didn’t wanna have a baby.

Before you knew it, tears were streaming down your face. you tried blinking them away but it only make it worse.

It didn’t take long for him to notice, he didn’t say anything—just walked over and dabbed a napkin in the corner of your eyes. He was genuinely happy, it sicken you.

“Do you not like the names I picked? We could discuss it in the morning, you could sleep in my bed with me tonight. I don’t want your back hurting on that old mattress.”

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thank y’all for the likes on part 1😩

I don’t know if theirs gonna be another part on this I might log off forever👅👅

AGAIN— I DO NOT SUPPORT ANY OF THIS!

I do not support ANY of this in real life!!! this is only fantasy so don’t get mad.

[user735292]

Male!Kidnapper x fem!reader

Tw- pregnancy (in part 2), grape, dr-gging, size difference (kinda), fast c-mming, Somnophilia, and cursing.

Hey y’all! So I’ve never posted anything before (so this prob when get any views)!!

Im probably not gonna post this but this is manly for me so, yeah:)

(If this isn’t your thing please don’t hate!! I know it’s weird. And I do not support any of this irl this is fantasy!)

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Your anniversary was coming up, or at least that what he calls it. You’ve been missing for four years already.

And you still haven’t warmed up to him.

He knew you’d fight if he tried anything with you, but he can’t really blame you. He thought the longer you stayed down there, the more you’d warm up to him.

Why do you have to be so difficult?

He tried staying patient with you but a man has needs.

He started looking up methods, it started out with him searching up how long it normally takes for people to get stockholm syndrome. He couldn’t wait years.

So, he went the old fashioned way, drugs.

Maybe if he made your favourite meal and put some sleeping pills in there, he could just do it in your sleep.

No struggles, no crying or screaming. And no hating him!!

He got to cooking, he wasn’t the best cook but he was gonna touch you. One way or another.

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You smelt something cooking, you remembered cause you’d always order it when you went out with friends.

You looked up as he walked down with a plate full of it. You hated looking at him. He was a fucking monster.

He sat the plate down in front of you, you look up at him with pure hatred in your eyes.

“I noticed you haven’t been eating what I’ve been giving you…” He explained, normally he just gives you whatever he could screw together.

But this, this was a hot meal.

You could tell he did something to it, he never puts this much effort.

You look at the food then up at him. You wanted to grab the fork and shove it in his eye. But you knew that wouldn’t do anything other than make him mad.

“…thanks.” You say, wanting him to just leave and he does. You don’t really see him leave, you just hear his footsteps fade and the basement door close.

You look at the food then look away, not wanting to eat it.

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But the smell, the way your mouth waters. You give in, picking up the fork and taking a small bite…It’s good. You take another, this time bigger.

It’s not bad.

The next thing you knew, the plate’s empty.

You feel a little sleepy but you just think it’s cause of boredom. You lay back on the thin old bed and in seconds you’re asleep.

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He doesn’t hear any move moving down there so he slowly opens the basement door, stepping inside slowly.

He looks down, seeing you passed out cold.

You look so cute when you sleep.

This is his chance to have you, to finally feel your insides around his cock. he walks down carefully, making sure to not step on any creaky floor boards.

He gets down on his knees, his hands finding your thighs in the dark basement. he spends your legs, his strong—big body sliding between your legs.

He’s holding you like glass. he’s not sure how strong those sleeping pills are, he can’t loose your touch. not now.

He’s grinding his hard cock against your clothed pussy, jaw drops while his moans fill the air.

He could cum from this alone but he’s came this far, might as well go all the way. he slides off your pants and underwear in one swift movement. he doesn’t even bother with his pants—he just unzips his pants and pulls them down just enough for his cock to spring out.

He spits on your pussy—sliding his cock in so deep his balls tighten. then, the trusting begins. first, it’s slow-his body fighting against it self to last just a bit longer.

Then, his ‘gentle’ thrusts turn rough, his hips slamming into your like a piston. you stir, slightly—but it’s not enough to make him scared or anything. him thinking of you waking up and looking in his eyes would be a wet fucking dream.

He folds, his body slamming—basically falling on top you as he burrows his face into your hair. sniffing like you’re the only air in the room. his cock kissing your cervix repeatedly, his moans aren’t quite or soft. their loud growls and grunts—it’s a miracle that you haven’t waken up.

“B-baby!—oh god, baby!…” he murmurs into your hair as he cums.

It fills your stomach, your little tummy swelling up slightly. he lets a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding out. he just lays there atop you. he doesn’t wanna pull out—doesn’t feel a need too.

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I don’t know if this’ll get any views so I don’t really mind posting anymore lol. AGAIN— I DO NOT!!!

I do not support ANY of this in real life!!! this is fantasy