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I don’t know, probably most things I write about Trevor need a TW, but this feels particularly horrible. Warning: Rape, SA, Domestic Abuse. Please be careful 🧡
Trevor and Pregnancy 🔞🔞🔞
You could write essays about Trevor fetishizing pregnancy. The Mommy Issues are the obvious place to start, but it’s not the whole picture. The act of breeding in the first place. Your stomach rounding. Your breasts leaking milk at the sound of a baby crying. Your body changing because of him…
He loves the symbolism of it—the proof that he was there, that he mattered. That he left a mark on someone's life that could never be erased.
But beneath all the sentimentality is something much simpler:
It’s harder for you to leave him if he knocks you up.
He'd trap you. Take the time to poke tiny holes in every condom. Hide your pills. Throw them away. Replace them with something else. He'd even tell you he thought your birth control was making you fat—hurting your feelings would be a small price to pay in the long run if there was nowhere else for you to go.
Most often, he'd just stop pulling out. He’d swear it was an accident—tell you that you just felt too good, and that he wasn’t thinking. If you brought it up afterwards, he'd start sulking around the trailer. Snapping at you. Acting like you'd accused him of something awful. (“Ooohhh, so sorry for lovin’ ya too much, sweetheart. Sorry that makin' love to you feels too good. Sorry that ya apparently hate it when I touch you…”)
Worse still, sometimes he’d even hold you down.
You'd realize what was happening before he did it. At first you’d gently ask him to stop, thinking he was just getting carried away again. Then you'd ask again, a little firmer this time. You’d start to panic, knowing you were off the pills, knowing he was about to cum inside you.
But the more you struggled, the tighter he'd hold you. For the first time, lying underneath him, pinned by all his weight, you'd finally understand why everyone else was so afraid of him.
Then the tears would come.
His tears.
He'd sob until snot was running down his face, apology after apology tumbling out of his mouth until he could barely breathe. He'd tell you about his childhood. Tell you he was broken. A monster. He'd threaten to hurt himself for what he'd done to you.
And somehow, by the end of it, you'd be the one comforting him.
You'd have your arms around him, reassuring him that he wasn't a bad person. Telling him it was okay. Feeling guilty for ever being angry in the first place.
Trapped.
And once he’d successfully bred you, it wouldn't stop there. If anything, it would get worse.
That period after the baby was born—when you were exhausted, vulnerable, and more dependent on him than ever—would drive him crazy. You’d beg him to be patient, keep reminding him how dangerous the doctors said sex was this soon after giving birth.
But he wouldn’t be able to help it. He'd find your new body beautiful. The knowledge of how fertile you were right now would linger constantly at the back of his mind.
Even the evidence of what you'd already been through fascinated him. The physical reminder that you and him had created something together.
Even your wounds turned him on.
The baby would only reinforce what Trevor wanted to believe: that people stayed when they were tied to him tightly enough. That love could be made permanent.
The walls would keep closing in, one brick at a time, as he kept finding new ways to make sure you'd stay.
Desperately trying to convince himself it would last.
one of the hottest pictures of franklin and i'm wondering if half of his appeal is not just him having a dog, chop is so cute, they are both gorgeous, i love my man♡♡♡
AND I KEEP FORGETTING chop was supposed to be LAMAR'S dog (╥∆ ╥)