• gets uncomfortable when people cry around him. for instance, as we know, trevor is a deeply emotional person and is very open about it, so when he cries, wails most likely, near michael, michael just wants to stop it. anxiously so. he doesn't know how to take care of crying and emotional people. tends to go stiff and silent. pat on the shoulder is the best he can do. (which for trevor is not a problem at all because, if he needs cuddles, he will just throw himself at him, and michael will let him take what he needs.)
• he's very emotionally guarded. (canon)
• likes to smoke menthols. (secretly. doesn't pair with the image of smoking cigars, does it.)
• strongly smells of cologne, the scent is manly and nice but combined with his natural mask, very strong, it makes your nose sting. still, it's not a bad smell. just intense. (pretty addicting too.)
• has a very sensitive neck, the sides and down his sternum. (that rose tattoo hurt like a bitch. whimp.)
• he's depressed and suffers from nigh terrors, nightmares and sleep paralysis. (canon.)
• drinks before bed to fall asleep. bourbon.
• ✧.*fragile masculinity and repression*.✧
• incredibly self loathing, drowns in guilt daily. (canon.)
• insecure about his weight and looks but won't ever admit it. ('insecurities about your looks are for women.')
• gaslighter 3000, he's overall very manipulative.
• likes blondes (amanda knows this, that's why she dyed her hair blond. also when they met, she was a blond too.)
• doesn't like mistreating/hurting women, but he's disgustingly ignorant and he's more of a misogynist that he realizes.
• repressed bisexual.
• i strongly believe he loves amanda. i believe you can love two people at the same time and he loves both trevor, and his wife.
• secretly wishes trevor and amanda would get along better, especially pre-ludendorff.
• has a humiliation kink.
• has irish (canon) and italian roots.
• he has a burst right eardrum, he's completely deaf on that ear. (canonish) it was caused by the injury inflicted by his father.
• resents trevor for living in a trailer. michael lived in a trailer his entire childhood, (and expirenced a ton of trauma during. a lot of anger, he felt when he was forced to live there originated from that, because trevor, unintentionally, forced him to relive that experience.) now, he's got a big mansion and resents trevor for choosing to live in a place like sandy shores, in a shitty trailer when he's got enough money to buy himself a villa or two.
my friend studies psychology and he shared an observation during our conversation about micheal:
'sarcasm to some degree is connected to being passive aggressive, and being passive aggressive is a pathological adaptation and should be worked on through therapy because it comes out from a very bad self image, low self esteem and very toxic world view.'
Summary: Living unemployed and sheltered in your older siblings home (trailer), you have a secret fling with your psychotic neighbor…
A/n: nothing about reader is described except for being a bit of an airhead/not the brightest person and having a controlling older sibling (a trashy sister) I thought it would be a fun idea to write!
The sun is scorching as the breeze felt like dragon’s breath stirring up the desert sand, your light pink umbrella duck taped to little white table wobbles but does its job keeping your preferred beverage cool in the makeshift cup in the jelly jar. Inside? Your older sister and her man fight, throwing around the word divorce like a tennis match but you knew they’d never do that…
You push your sunglasses up your nose, enjoying the sun but alas, the rattling of a creaky screen door slams against the neighboring trailer and out stumbles your knight in stained jeans and a ‘Love fist’ shirt with the sleeves cut off.
You smiled and wave at him with a giddy expression. “Hi trev! You’re up early today” you say, usually he only gets up at 3pm and it’s 12 now…
Trevor spits on his porch and eyes you with bloodshot eyes, clearly hung over as a slow grin pulls at his lips now.
“Well look at ya! Princess, soakin up the sun like one of those models in my magazines!” He says loudly, standing on his porch and turning his back to piss off the other side. His magazines being the dirty ones you’ve came across scattered in his living room. “And yeah…the screaming match between dumb fuck one and two isn’t exactly a lullaby” He points at your stupidly pink trailer, the flamingos in the yard knocked down and one missing a head because Trevor shot it one night.
“Oh…yeah i suppose your right. They are awful loud” You chuckled some and fan yourself with a magazine, not missing the way Trevor’s eyes are on your chest now after he zips his pants.
“You gonna come over tonight or what?” He asks and you watch as he advances closer, resting his forearms on the chain link fence around your yard.
“Of course I am! It will be late like always” You lean forward in the lawn chair, legs bent some and you put your magazine down.
Trevor pushes off the fence, grinning as he slowly backs away. “Of course you are, princess!” The yelling in your trailer gets louder as bangs can be heard due to items that are thrown about. “Do they ever shut the fuck up?!” He yells and you sit up and huff at him, knowing if your sister seen him out here she’d give you hell.
Why you let her control you? A fully grown young woman, is beyond Trevor. There’s been times he’s actually questioned your age over it.
“Jesus fuck! How old are you?!” He asked after you had snuck into his trailer the first time months ago, you on your knees between his spread bare ones and flushed after giving him the best head he’s ever had.
And you gave him your age, early or mid twenties and he rubs a scarred and tatted hand down his face in relief. “Then fuckin act like it will ya?! You’re a grown woman and tiptoeing around that skank like she’s your own mother” He said and you knew he was right but you couldn’t ever shake the fear of disobeying her.
Trevor has been trying his hardest to break you out of the mindset your chained down to your control freak of a sister but it’s been a hard task but luckily for you, Trevor is a persistent son of a bitch that takes what he wants…
And right now that’s you.
“Trevor! Don’t be so loud! They’ll hear you!” You whisper yelled at him and he mocks your huff dramatically.
“They couldn’t hear the goddamn SWAT team if they came rolling in! Listen at em! In there screaming about their miserable lives together” He gestured at your trailer as you gave him a deadpan look. “Divorce this! Divorce that…Christ maybe if your brother in laws dick wasn’t so micro-sized your sister wouldn’t be hoppin’ on every single one in town!” He laughs at his own joke as if he’s the funniest person he knows.
You know he’s right, again…he always is. And so you pick the magazine back up and fan yourself once more. “Oh hush…She’s not that bad…” you try to defend her, she’s your own blood after all.
“I’ve met hookers with lower body counts then her” He says with a laugh and leans back on the fence. “Hey! There’s her a job! She’d be livin’ in her dream double-wide then if she did that!” You giggled and hide it behind the magazine as you shake your head at him.
“Trev! Knock it off…” You say through giggles and he gives you a look over again. “And stop staring at me like that!” You blush and he only keeps doing it, smirking this time.
“Sure you can’t sneak into my humble abode right now princess?….” He asks, genuinely wanting you in there right now. You can tell by the way a very familiar and noticeable bulge forms in his dirty jeans stained with questionable substances.
“Trevor! Knock it off!” You say and just then your brother in law barges out of the trailer and you jump, pulling your legs up against your chest as he gets in his jacked up truck and starts blaring Metallica on high blast, crying as he pulls out of the driveway fast….
Trevor watched with a sort of cringe expression on his face. “He’s a bigger pussy than I thought…” He mumbles and now your sister came out and starts smoking, shorts basically like panties as he tube top is hot pink and Trevor backs off the fence some.
Not because he’s scared, oh no, he couldn’t give two fucks what she thinks of him. But because he knew she’d try to get in his pants and he knew that would only lead him down the road of every sexual transmitted disease known to man.
“Mr Phillips…What are you doing all the way over here?” She rasps out, smokers voice thick as she’s already fixing her dyed platinum blonde hair, eyebrows drawn on dark and thick as her mascara was smeared.
“Ah…you…I just came by to uh, suggest some sunscreen to your sister here” He backs off the fence and hides his boner as he adjusted himself.
You shake your head and sigh before going back to your drink, you hated how she flirts with every man she meets, but you especially hate how she tries banging your man.
“He’s super busy Trisha! Hes not interested and your married!” You snap at her and she shoots you a death glare, one that you knew meant punishment was already set in stone and you look away with a frown now.
And Trevor has always been known as a man who can’t contain his anger, he snaps, acts, and doesn’t ever think. “I’d rather stick my cock in a radioactive waste hole then rather then the Chernobyl between your legs!” He yells angrily and approaches the fence, wanting to unleash hell on her but you shake your head.
“Trevor! Stop! Go home!” You say in the soft, wavering voice that somehow gets him to listen and he pushes off the fence and storms across the dirt road separating your trailers, one that a four wheeler flies down and the driver yells at Trever for not watching where he’s going.
“Suck my fuckin dick you motherfucker!” He flips them off and yells loudly before marching up his porch steps and slams the door back shut, then rips it open again and storms to his truck, remembering he did still have business today.
You watch as he flips your sister off and speeds away after tossing a piss filled bottle out of the truck and at her feet as it shatters and she gasps loudly.
You laughed at the sight and she storms back inside and you laid there to finish sun bathing.
It’s 3 something in the morning as you hoist yourself up into Trevor’s kitchen window, falling to his dirty floor with a yelp and you push yourself to sit on your knees as you see Trevor watches from his stained old couch.
“Well damn…already in position and you just came in…” He jokes and stands, walking over to look down at you on your knees. “You alright princess?” He asks with surprising quietness, gently holding under your chin as you smiled sweetly and nod.
“I’m alright, I’ve had worse falls” you giggled out and slowly stand up as you dust your bare knees off, since you’re in pale pink sleep shorts.
“Noo…I mean are you alright after what you said to bitchzilla today?” He asks again and you huff at that, look away as you shrug and make yourself at home in his trailer, going to sit on the sofa.
“Yeah, she just didn’t give me any dinner is all! She made something she knows I can’t eat” You say as if it’s the most casual thing in the world, but Trevor was already seeing red and you catch on quick.
“Please don’t do anything crazy! I’ll eat later! I’ll eat this!” You held up his near molded pizza box and he takes it from you and throws it against the wall, knocking poor mr raspberry jam off the end table.
“That’s five weeks old! You haven’t ate today? She didn’t feed you?! Motherfucker! She’s worse than I thought!” He paces and you sigh while standing there, hands on your chest.
“Trev baby please…calm down it’s fine” You say softly and he shakes his head.
“It’s not fine! Those assholes dine like fuckin kings and you eat shit! I’ll kill them, I’ll cut his micro-dick off and beat her to death with it then stomp her motherfucking head in!” You grab his arms and he stops pacing as you push him to sit on the couch and you fall between his open legs, working his belt off fast as he shakes his head.
“That’s too merciful for her! I should fuckin….fuck…fuck princess” your mouthing at his boxers, eyes on his as you pushed his jeans open, feeling him become hard rather fast as you kept kissing and sucking through fabric.
You knew how to get him distracted, that’s for sure. You rub up his thighs and slowly hook your fingers in the waistband to pull them down and his once clenched fists are now splayed over the back of the couch as he rests his arms up there.
“Let me take care of ya…please trev? Can I?” You ask sweetly and he can never say no to you. So he nods and looks down at you as his cock springs free, hitting his lower stomach as it’s tented with a red/pink hue, tip already oozing precum as he sighs and his hips move up some.
“Yeah princess, suck it..don’t be shy and take all of it in, I know you love my big dick doncha?” You nod with a blush and felt heat pooling in your belly as you stroke him, starting at the base and slowly tugging up as you gnaw your bottom lip.
He groans, head falling back as he weakly thrusts up into your hand, cock twitching when your wet and warm tongue laps up the precum on his tip.
“Fuck…Fuuck yes just like that, doll…” He praises and looks down at you and his cock jumps again as you suck on the tip, perfect lips wrapping around him as your tongue works that slit…fuck he loves when you do that.
He can feel the tingles it shoots down his spine, making his hips move up into your mouth some and you twist your fist around his cock and take more in. He’s a big man, girthy so it takes a lot to shove the whole thing in your mouth and he knows it, and he lets you set the pace.
“Cmon…let me feel your throat, princess, let Me fuck it” He rasps out and lets out small whimpers and breathes when you slack your jaw and push down further, halfway in your mouth and his tip is already pushing past your uvula and you gag some, making him moan out as he grabs the back of your head and shoves you down all the way and you squeeze your watering eyes shut as you choke around him before he pulls you off with a grunt.
“Gonna fuck it, you want that? Want ole Trev to fuck this warm and wet cute fucking throat uh?” You nod and he laughs some as he pats your cheek. “Of course you do…I see the way your squeezing those thighs, I bet your wet ain’t ya?” You nod again because fuck…your soaked. Squeezing your thighs together to get some form of friction.
Trevor wipes your eyes and you close them as he pushes your head back down, this time, just holding his hand there on the back of your head so you can do the rest yourself.
And you do, you deep throat him, letting him slide in all the way, then drag out as you breathe and repeat the actions. He moans, whimpers, says your name like it’s a prayer and when you feel him getting close? You push all the way down and stay, swallowing around him.
And those contractions around his aching and sensitive cock is what pushes him over the edge, he lifts his hips off the couch as he came, hot ropes of cum spurts out thick, massively and you have to pull off some so only the tips in your mouth as you swallow it all, coughing some as you pulled off and it dribbles from your lips.
“Fuck!, fuck, fuck!” He pants and then looks down at you, flushed, cum dripping from your mouth and eyes wet. “You alright?” He pants out and you nod and smiled as you wipe your mouth, Trevor sighing contentedly as he pats his thigh.
“Cmere…wanna hold you” You get up, knees aching as you sit across his thigh and he tugs you down, arm around you as your head rests on his shoulder. “You should get the fuck outta there…It’s your life! Not theirs…they can’t tell you what to do” You look at him as he rubs your arm and sigh, wanting so bad for him to be right about this too…
“She’d hate me, she’s the only family I got” He scoffs and shakes his head as he squeezes you in a playful but also frustrated way, shaking you some.
“She already fuckin hates your guts! Just fuckin move in with me already Jesus!” He yells and you laughed as he shakes you.
“Trevor! I can’t move in with ya!” You laughed out and he stood shaking you, easing his old as he frowns, an almost pout on his face as if you just told him he couldn’t ever have sex again. A true horror to him.
“Why not?…” He said it quietly, and you look into his eyes, playing with his thinning hair.
Why not?…you didn’t know, you supposed you were afraid, afraid of change, afraid of having the only family member that wanted you gone and hating you. But he’s right, she already hates you…
And then you realize it’s fear of abandonment, what if Trevor leaves you? Then you have nothing to go back to, no home, no nothing.
“Well…what if you don’t want me anymore? Then my sister hates me and I have no where to live…” You say and he laughs as if that was the most absurd thing he’s ever been told.
“If i didn’t want ya anymore id have you suck my dick and shoved back out that window…but after I take care of that achy little pussy if yours were going to the diner to get you something to eat so you don’t starve…” He makes you straddle him and held your thighs, looking up at you.
And you stared at him with a wave of emotions, happiness, embarrassment at his crude words, and love…something you believed a man like him was incapable of feeling but damn…when he looks at you like this it makes you question all logic.
“Okay….” You say with a grin and he hugs you with a triumphant laugh as he tosses you on your back on the couch and kisses down your chest and belly excitedly.
“Oh princess! You have no idea the shit we’re gonna do, I got ya one of those pink fuzzy blankets on my bed right now! All yours!” He tugs your shorts off and throws them, tearing your panties as you scold him for it but he doesn’t care.
“Just uh…don’t question what’s on it…” He mumbles and dives in like a man starved, sloppy and still so fucking good…
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