I’m thinking jealous Trevor with a very pretty reader. Maybe she got taken under someone's wing because she's smart (idk, that part’s up to you honestly), but she's also extremely impulsive... kind of erratic. He's basically always enabling her just because she's so pretty and sweet to him. Like,, he's always willing to deal with the consequences (like ppl wanting her dead lmao)
And in return, she just lets him do whatever with her without a complaint. She won't even flinch when he randomly grabs her face just to start aggressively kissing her... she'll just kind of stare at him w her cheeks squished between his fingers. Or like how he'll yank her over, pressing her cheek against his bicep kind of holding her there (half in a lock) js because he brought her up in a convo and wants his pretty girl close while he talks about her. He's just weirdly obsessed with her, and she's completely unbothered by it
Anyways, why or how he's jealous is up to you. I just personally love erratic crazy-in-love Trevor. Feel free to change whatever you want about this or to completely ignore it! No pressure
Perfect
Pairing: Trevor Philips x female reader
Era: I did not have a specific time period within mind whilst writing this.
Summary: You are the gentle touch to Trevor's rather rough exterior, and he cant help but to fall for the very person who contradicts all of the violence and chaos he was created from. Yet, his jealousy often gets the best of him, and thats when his affection towards you can often transform into much more firm.
Warnings: Jealousy, slight obsession, swearing, kissing, fluff, and mentions of: Violence, weapons, criminal activity, and more intimate scenarios.
Word Count: 3,841
Trevor and you had first encountered one another when you became one of Michaels pupils. Mike had seemingly started to mentor you; he would teach you many of his tricks and disclose a large amount of important information regarding the criminal industry. He had shared tips upon how to properly rob someone, without being caught, Michael had revealed the manner in which to murder someone without accidentally leaving any sort of evidence, and he had even aquatinted you with some major connections.
Trevor had seen it many times before, Mike taking a young criminal beneath his wing and teaching them the nuts and bolts of the entire trade. Yet, he could never seem to understand it. The idea that there were so many young individuals who were willing to become an apprentice to his best friend was rather astonishing. Within Trevor's mind, it was extremely hard to believe that anyone could possibly consider Michael as anything relatively related to a father figure. The man couldn't even properly parent his own children.
First, it had happened with Franklin, his best friend had started to guide and train the young man, and now it was happening all over again, with you. However, there was a few rather important differences between you and Frank.
One: You were a girl. You were not aggressive or intimidating, similar to most other criminals. Instead, you were rather small and unassuming.
And two: You were absolutely beautiful. To this day, Trevor swears he has never once perceived anything quite as gorgeous as yourself. Within his mind, you were comparable to that of a celestial being, an extraordinary creature who possessed the beauty that a mere human, such as himself, was completely unable to comprehend. You were adorable, attractive, and extremely captivating. The older man often found himself occupied by the thought of your luscious hair and the vision of your flawless frame. Trevor would spend hours simply reminiscing upon your signature scent or remembering the sound of your angelic voice. He just couldn't seem to erase the thought of you from his mind.
And the fact that you were just so fucking perfect only managed to further confused Trevor. Why would you, a young, beautiful, and extremely intelligent woman, decide to partner up with Michael, that old, fat, piece of shit. It was honestly rather amusing to observe you located beside the other man. It was as if you were the epitome of beauty, and Michael was the depiction of Hell on Earth. The entire situation was just extremely foreign to Trevor. Why Mike but not him? He was obviously much more interesting and reliable compared to his best friend. It just didn't make any sense.
Michael had introduced the two of you, rather begrudgingly, during a random mission. Originally, the expedition had only been scheduled for you and your mentor, a job where the two of you would simply execute a home robbery. It was a rather easy and effortless mission for a beginner, such as yourself, and Mike had regarded it as an extremely elementary job to start with. A simple task where you were allowed to gain your composure and further improve your skills.
Yet, Trevor had managed to somehow appear, randomly arriving beside you and Michael whilst the two of you scoped out the unsuspecting home.
It was extremely obvious that your mentor did not desire to acquaint you with the other man, but the entire interaction was seemingly unavoidable. No matter how many times Mike attempted to push his best friend away, both literally and metaphorically, none of his efforts had succeeded. He would beg for Trevor to simply disappear, to leave the two of you alone, and he had even regarded him with some rather choice words. But nothing appeared to work. The other man was comparable to some sort of immovable force.
Mr. Philips was immediately captivated by you, gazing towards you as if you were some sort of blinding light. Within Trevor's mind, the entire world around him had suddenly vanished. Everything within his vision had disappeared into darkness, except you. And the older man worried that he might have been going insane the second muffled, romantic music had started to echo within the confines of his brain.
"My God." Trevor had muttered as soon as he perceived your presence, his tone both hoarse and breathless "You are absolutely beautiful, sweetheart."
Immediately, Michael became extremely defensive, seemingly attempting to protect you from the stranger in front of you. Your mentor blatantly dismissed the other man, expressing his desperation for him to simply disappear. Mike was aware of the fact that every time T had managed to arrived, things had always went South.
"Jesus, Trev, don't be a fucking creep. Leave her alone." Michael spat, puncturing his elbow against the other mans torso, in an attempt to physically shove him away.
Typically, Trevor would become enraged by such a gesture. The other man was easily offended and insulted by others, and he did not appreciate being referred to as such names. He was quick to anger and determined to defend himself, especially when he was blatantly disrespected by others.
However, within that moment, it was as if nothing else appeared to exist within his mind, except for you. Michael could have called him a shit eating dog fucker, and Trevor wouldn't have even noticed. It was as if you were some sort of all encompassing being to the older man, and the entire world had become both muffled and hazy around him.
"She is an absolute doll, Mikey. Where did you get her?" Trevor inquired, guiding a gentle hand towards your hair before he started to tenderly twirl your locks between his grimy fingers.
Trevor was only further astonished when you had failed to reject his rather bold gesture. Usually, women were often rather unnerved or irritated by the older mans general existence, blatantly rejecting him and not afraid to voice their repulsion. He was accustomed to receiving slaps or hits from women, after he had regarded them within a rather odd manner, such as caressing their hair or gazing towards them without shame.
But not you. No. Instead, you simply just stood there, smiling softly up towards Trevor whilst he continued to twirl your hair between his fingers. In fact, you didn't even flinch. You remained dormant within your position, calm and rather flustered whilst the older man consistently caressed your locks.
From the older mans perspective, it was as if you were some sort of flawless nymph standing before him, displaying your adorable smile and viewing him with soft vision whilst you allowed him to repeatedly pet you, as if you were just some small, fragile animal. You did not regard Trevor with fear or terror, as most others did. Instead, it appeared as if you rather enjoyed his display of affection, completely unbothered and rather content.
"What the fuck are you doing, T!?" Michael suddenly declared, a mixture of confusion, hysteria, and slight disgust audibly laced within his voice, as if the man before you was some kind of dangerous creature, a being you should be extremely cautious of. But within your mind, Trevor appeared rather cute as he twirled your hair, an adorable expression of captivation etched across his features whilst he adored you. It had been a long while since someone had last admired you so boldly, and you cant deny the reality that you rather enjoyed it "Stop fuckin' touchin' her, she's not some fucking toy."
As your mentor spoke, he swiftly brought a firm hand up towards your hair before harshly slapping Trevor's adventurous palm away from your locks. It was an obvious attempt to physically detach the other man from you, literally removing his hand from your hair.
Yet, it was as if Trevor hadn't even perceived Michael's gesture. The other man did not glare within his best friends direction before quickly beginning to scold his rather blunt actions. Instead, Trevors hand just slowly started to migrate back towards your face, as if there was some sort of invisible, magnetic force drawing the two of you together.
In all honesty, you had rather enjoyed the older mans affection. You weren't exactly sure why, being both pet and caressed by a filthy drug addict had never been something you had quite enjoyed. However, within regards to Trevor, it was as if you had just become cognitive. You were suddenly aware of a fact about yourself that you had never previously considered.
For the brief moment that Michael had successfully managed to tear the other man's hand away from your hair, for the few seconds that you lacked the warm touch you received from Trevor, a hollow pit of emptiness had suddenly appeared within the depths of your stomach. Similar to the sensation you would perceive only moments before you began to cry. It was as if the older man's grasp had been the one thing you never knew you required, the final piece of the puzzle that made you feel complete.
Following that day, it was never just you and Michael ever again. As much as your mentor had despised such a situation, Trevor had always managed to infiltrate your time spent together. No matter if you were participating within some sort of mission, or simply hanging out together, the older man had always managed to appear. And you didn't quite mind. In fact, you rather preferred such a reality.
Michael wasn't ignorant to the manner in which Trevor had started to alter your behaviors. Sure, you had always been rather daring and confident, as if you were physically drawn to any form of thrill or excitement. However, when the other man was located by your side, you evolved from both courageous and determined, into much more dangerous and rather foolish. Your confidence was no longer calculated and assured. Instead, you had become rather naive and foolish with your bravery.
Trevor would encourage you to participate within rather idiotic or stupid activities, such as murdering random civilians or jumping across roof tops. Actions that were in no way beneficial, and rather just simply stupid. The older man would inspire you to rob convenience stores upon a whim or persuade you into drunken street races. Anything that avidly put yourself in danger.
Yet, you never appeared skeptical or scared. You did not object and you failed to correct Trevor's rather immature directions. In fact, you seemed completely thrilled, enthusiastic in regards to anything that even slightly excited you. Every time the older man had successfully managed to persuade you into murdering an innocent civilian or battling against the police, you seemed extremely prepared, as if there was nothing else within the entire world you would rather participate within.
Everything Michael had previous feared was slowly becoming a reality: He wasn't molding you into a mini version of himself, a delinquent who was both smart and calculated with their decisions. No. Instead, you were transforming into a young, female version of Trevor Philips. You were acting completely erratic and untamed, like a wild animal that had just regained its freedom after escaping from the confines of a zoo.
However, no matter how much shit you had caused, whether that be selling drugs or kidnapping people, the older man would never allow you to actually get into much trouble. In fact, he always took the blame. Trevor would go to jail for you, he would murder the enemies you had created, and he would actually put himself in physical danger, simply in order to protect you. You could have bombed the literal Federal Investigation Bureau, and the older man would have claimed it was him who had executed such an act, just to shield you from any form of punishment.
Soon enough, you found yourself spending a lot more time along side the other man, rather than Michael. You were no longer occupying your afternoons by participating within simple robberies with your mentor. In fact, you had failed to even respond to his numerous messages. Instead, you were much more preoccupied with Trevor. You would take part within major missions, dangerous tasks, and criminal activity together.
Your adventures with Trevor were fun, thrilling, and exciting. It was always interesting to be chased by the police. But with Michael, everything was a lot more business like. There was no fun allowed when working along side Mike, it was all so serious.
Trevor wasn't afraid to boast about his victory or shit talk his best friend, as if you were some sort of trophy he had managed to achieve. Whether you were simply spending time together, or actively participating within a mission, Trevor would not pass up the opportunity to declare something along the lines of: "See? Aint this so much better than hanging out with that bastard, Michael?" Or "Come on, sweetheart, your Uncle T knows how to treat you better than any other man." And it was always extremely obvious who he was referring to within such statements.
Slowly, things between you and Trevor had started to shift. You were no longer working together as accomplices, simply acting as partners or companions. Unlike with Michael, things with the other man were rather blurred and relaxed. Instead, Trevor effortlessly revealed his true emotions towards you, and they certainly were not considered business casual or appropriate.
Whilst located within his truck together, as Trevor was driving the vehicle and you were simply positioned within the passenger seat, the older man would subtly managed to wrap his arm around your shoulders before forcefully dragging you against his side. Just so he could be closer to you whilst driving. Or sometimes, whilst the two of you were relaxing within his home, watching some shitty movie together, the older man would suddenly grasp your face. Trevor would squish your features between his large palms, caressing your skin beneath the pads of his thumbs whilst simply admiring you. And when you would finally inquire about exactly what he was doing, the older man would simply state something along the lines of "You're just so gorgeous, doll. I cant help but adore you."
Trevor was a rather jealous and protective creature, extremely defensive and loyal in regards to what he considered his.
If you were simply interacting with another man, even if it was just Ron or Wayde, the older man's resentment would never fail to appear. If you were chatting with Ron or joking with Wayde, Trevor would practically appear out of thin air. The older man would promptly capture you within his large arms, wrapping his thick hands around your waist, and constricting you against his figure so intensely, you would often struggle to breath.
Even if you were simply ordering your food at a restaurant, or purchasing items within a convenience store, Trevor was not afraid to display the fact that you belonged to him. The older man would suddenly appear behind you, looming beside you like some sort of evil beast. He would glare towards the other individual, his features shrouded within darkness as he attempted to assert his dominance. And as some sort of extra precaution, he would sometimes wrap his arm around your neck.
At first, such a gesture could be perceived as rather affectionate and sweet. But, as his muscles constricted around your throat and he blatantly strained his biceps, it was obvious that Trevor was simply attempting to display his superiority and ward off any other competitors.
Yet, you would never object. Instead, you'd simply continue talking as if nothing was occurring and everything was completely normal. Such events often rewarded you with both weary and hesitant glances from random civilians, as if they were truly concerned regarding your safety. However, you were aware of the reality that Trevor would never truly harm you. Within the older mans mind, you were just a delicate little flower, and he could never even consider stomping upon you. Instead, he was simply just defending what was his. Although his behaviors were often rather rough or harsh, his motives were always tender. It was as if you were a collection of food Trevor had gathered for the winter, and he was determined to destroy anyone who attempted to steal what was rightfully his.
Even though the two of you had never officially become boyfriend and girlfriend, Trevor wasn't afraid to act as such. The older man would call you every morning and each night, spewing affection words dipped within honey as he referred to you as the 'love of his life.' You would often discover small gifts and adorable presents within your mailbox, items Trevor had viewed and was basically required to reward you with. He wasn't afraid to hold your hand or wrap his arms around you, a gesture that friends certainly never executed towards one another. And the older man would often refer to you as if you were his own possession, like you were just for him and no one else.
If you were relaxing within his trailer, splayed across his lap whilst he massaged your back, Trevors rather protective and jealous tendencies would never fail to reveal themselves.
"You never did nothing like this with Mikey, right? I swear to God, if that slimy rat ever-" the older man would begin, each caress and tender rub upon your skin becoming much more harsh and intense with every second his resentment increased.
Trevor was prone to becoming extremely frantic and irrational. If a rather negative thought had managed to burrow itself within his mind, no matter how outrageous it truly was, the older man would instantly become crazed. And within that moment, Trevor had been overwhelmed with the sensation of both anger and rage regarding such a notion, before you had even managed to respond.
Yet, you would quickly interrupt him, successfully dismissing the older mans insecurities before he had eventually managed to explode with fury. And if you had been anyone else, like Ron or Michael, such an interjection would have certainly infuriated Trevor. But with you, he did not mind. In fact, he didn't even notice. You could have slapped the older man across the face, and he probably would have thanked you.
"No, Trev, I never did anything like this with Michael. Only you." You would declare the honest truth, and such a statement always appeared to properly satisfy the older man.
No matter how manic or insane Trevor truly became, whether he was overwhelmed with anger or struggling with sorrow, you would always regard him within such a tender manner. The older man was accustomed to others referring to him with hatred or even violence. But with you, it was entirely different. He could be throwing objects around his trailer, completely overpowered with rage, and you would always treat him as if he was the most delicate creature upon planet Earth. As if he somehow deserved both your patience and affection. And your rather tender and gentle actions only further pleased Trevor.
One evening, following a rather stressful mission where both weapons and violence had been included, you and Trevor were situated within his truck. He had nestled the vehicle within the depths of the mountains, attempting to escape the evasion of the law whilst the two of you both recovered and regained your energy.
The sun had started to set, casting an array of tangerine and marigold hues through the windshield of his truck. Rather quiet music was echoing through the radio, some sort of metal or rock that Trevor favored, whilst the two of you simply sat together. Typically, the older man would be talking, rambling about some sort of none sense you could barely comprehend, all whilst you nodded politely. However, within that moment, the two of you were quiet, simply enjoying each others presence.
The audio of fabric rustling and the weight of Trevor's movements had captured your attention. You glanced towards the older man and perceived the manner in which he had successfully managed to shift within your direction. And as some sort of reward, you had stirred within your seat as well, situating yourself until you were properly facing him.
Trevor's movements were both swift and rapid, his limbs blurring as he reached forwards. His motions had been so quick, the image reminded you of a snake attacking its prey.
The older man had secured his gripped upon your face, clasping his hands around your cheeks and compressing your features within his grasp. At first, you weren't alarmed, assuming that he was simply about to admire you, as he always did. You expected him to gaze into your irises, adoring you with a rather soft and smitten expression plastered across his face.
However, when Trevor swiftly managed to drag you across the expanse of the bench, successfully pinning his face against your own, you momentarily squealed. Your lips connected within a rather harsh and intense manner, causing your teeth to clash and your nose to nudge against his own.
Your hands flew up to the older man's firm shoulders, rewarding him with a rather weak shove. Yet, Trevor did not budge. Instead, he kept his face practically glued to your own whilst he completely devoured your mouth. He lapped and nipped at your lips, his tongue diving into the depth of your mouth as he allowed himself to further explore and savor your taste.
Once your mind had finally acknowledged the fact that it was Trevor who was currently kissing you, the man who had always been so extremely gentle and soft towards you, the individual who had somehow managed to infiltrate each and every one of your waking thoughts, your struggle had slowly ceased.
The older man's attack upon your mouth continued for a long while. He failed to conclude the kiss or detach your lips. Instead, the two of you remained glued together for another ten minutes of so, all whilst Trevors exploration of your mouth persisted.
You practically melted into the embrace. Your hands drifted up the expanse of his neck, tangling your fingers within his thin locks, and even rewarding him with a few, gentle tugs, which he appeared to greatly appreciate, due to the manner in which he would slightly whimper.
Nothing more had transpired that evening. It was as if Trevor was struggling against his own, primal urges, determined to express his appreciation through a much more tender and soft manner, rather than his usual depraved and desperate tendencies. Typically, the older man was prone to sex, regarding it as some sort of transaction. But with you, he was within no rush. Even though he desired nothing more than to simply toss you down upon his bed and finally revel within the sensation of your body wrapped around his own, the older man somehow managed to control himself.
Within Trevors mind, you were absolutely perfect. A flawless and fragile little creature, and he just couldn't bring himself to treat his special little flower with such rough intensity. At least, not yet.
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