“Tough? Listen, I grew up in five states, two countries, fourteen different homes, eight fathers, three care homes, two correctional facilities, one beautiful, damaged flower of a mother, I’ve served time, my country, your country and myself. I’ve committed every mortal sin, I’ve loved, hated and searched for meaning, and do you find me saying things were tough? Do you? Listen, kid, if you take one thing away from me, it is that self-mythologizing and self-pity are for the weak. You got me?”
Please delete this if you're uncomfortable but what do you think about Trevor referring to himself as 'Uncle Trevor' in a sexual way? He says this sometimes when you pick up sex workers in the game.
Warning: Suggestive
Uncle Trevor
HONK, HONK!
“Get in. Come meet your uncle T.”
Your jaw dropped and you whirled around at the sound of the voice, knowing exactly who it is with an offended look.
“Excuse me, Trevor? It’s me!”
Trevor grins from where he sits in his truck on the curb, loving the way you put your hands on your hips angrily.
“Relax, sugar-tits. I know it’s you. Come on. Get in. Keep a lonely man company anyway.”
With a sigh, you head around to the passenger side of Trevor’s truck, buckling up.
“Fine…”
Happy, Trevor peels off the curb and drives through the dusty streets of Sandy Shores.
“It’s good to see you, sweetheart. I missed you.” He grins.
You give him a soft smile back, “thank you… I missed you too, Trev.”
You know he’s driving you back to his trailer, but you don’t protest. You don’t actually mind and you were in the mood as well.
As soon as Trevor got you through the door, he was on you, kissing you hard and backing you into the counter. You match his energy, kissing back with your hands moving up his chest, then your arms around his neck.
When he lays down on his bed, grinning and ready for you, he unzips his jeans as you slowly undress for him.
“You’re making uncle T very happy!”
When undressed, you get back on him, crawling onto his messy bed until you’re hovering over his bare chest. Trevor doesn’t hesitate to get his dirty hands all over your naked body, feeling up your chest and squeezing your ass.
“You miss me, uncle Trevor?” You ask between kisses.
He grins into the kiss, his fingers tangling into your hair and giving it a pleasant tug.
“Mmm… yeah, baby. Uncle T missed you real bad…” Trevor groans and keeps fondling your chest while his other hand travels down. “You’re so gorgeous… mmm…”
You can’t help but giggle at his worship, smiling sweetly before kissing him again, moaning softly as he reaches between your thighs.
Hey! Would you be interested in writing a Trevor x fem!Reader where he sees that shes getting verbally harassed by some guys trying to flirt with her and he gets a bit upset hahaha
Thanks! <3
Trevor Saves Reader
After a big night out at the club in Los Santos, you stumble out of the bar, cursing yourself for getting so tipsy when you swore you wouldn’t tonight. There was the strip club next door, and a few women of the evening stumbling and loitering on the street. You pay it all no mind and head over to the taxi lane for a ride home.
Just as you head past the strip club, a group of drunken men stumble out laughing and slurring, making your heart stop when they start to holler your way.
“Dammit, dammit…”
You flinch as they catcall and slur out lewd comments, wishing they would go bother the literal hookers nearby instead. You panic when they close in, laughing and harassing you as you tear up, only making them more excited.
Just as you thought you were gonna be pulled down to your knees or punched, a red truck swerves to the curb with a screech of its big tires.
“Hey! Cock-snots!”
Your eyes widen and you whirl around to see a man leap out of the drunk with a gun, and before any of you could even process, bullets went flying.
Hookers and any other bystanders went running with screams and cries as the group of men are skilfully gunned down effectively, without you getting even a scratch in the crossfire.
As you lay there on the sidewalk alone, completely in shock and shaken to your core as bodies bleed around you, the man approaches.
“My name’s Trevor, sweetheart. You’re a sweet thing, ain’t ya?”
Trevor grins crookedly and reaches a hand down to yank you to your feet, all the while you stammer and shake like a leaf.
“I… I… thank you.”
You try not to look at the bodies of the men around you two, focusing solely Trevor’s brown eyes and the suspicious scabbing on his face.
“Come on.” Before you can protest, Trevor snakes an arm around you and leads you to his truck. “Come let uncle T give you a ride.”
Feeling weirdly affectionate for you, Trevor helps you up into his truck and makes sure you’re buckled in before he peels off the street. He kept stealing glances at you as he drove, finding the dry tears on your cheeks cute, and also a little sexy.
“You lemme know if another guy is taking advantage and I’ll cut his guts into guitar strings.”
Trevor grins as he pats your thigh, leaving his hand there as he drives off into the night, thinking of how to convince you to come back to his trailer, without him having to kidnap you.