[He scrubs his hand down his face, he was fucking asking for this by falling into bed with a goddamn cop, but the guy had to know what Stu was when all this started, there was no way, and Gator seemed as fucked up as he was.]
You're not this stupid, you knew I was from Woodsboro and you know I'm
[ Stu laughs a little and waves his hands around his head.]
[ gator's asleep, rolled onto his abdomen, hair falling across his brow. this isn't the first time he's been in bed with stu - the punishing pace, holding him down, gator taking what he wants and discarding him after. that's usually how it happens, but last night's fuck left him exhausted, and he passed out. he knows that this is too close, too strange, so when stu begins to speak, waking him up, he snarls. ]
I'm not fuckin' stupid, asshole.
[ it's said with a groan as he rolls over, sitting up on his elbows. his chest peeks from under the sheets, his eyes narrowed and mean. ]
I know what you are, fucknut. Don't think I'm not fully fuckin' aware. One day I'll get you for it, with enough goddamn evidence.
[ it's not like the sex matters - not in the long run. gator gets off, stu gets off, and that's it. there's no attachment, especially from gator's point of view. irritated and highly annoyed, gator climbs out of bed, naked, picking up his pants. ]
[ the fake crying makes gator sneer, hitching up his underwear before his pants. he buckles and zips, turning fully to stu before he picks up his shirt. he slips it on, then rolls his eyes. ]
Whatever. You think the sheriff'll buy that shit? I don't think so.
[ he picks up his bulletproof vest, and he wants to get out of here - and quick. he merely stares at stu for a second before shaking his head. so what if he's batshit insane? there's something wrong with him - the gaze, stony and steely, the fake sobbing - gator sighs, long and slow. ]
Fuck this bullshit. You're not even that good of a lay.
[ gator's pants are unbuckled, unzipped, and he knows what this is. stu's lucky he looks good with gator's cock in his mouth, in his ass, or this wouldn't be worth it. gator reaches out and slides his fingers around stu's throat, not to squeeze, not yet, but to tilt his chin toward him. gator kisses him - harsh, bruising, before he slaps stu's hand on his zipper. ]
You want more, sweetheart? Earn it.
[ he then nods to the floor, ordering stu to sink to his knees without words. he then finishes the rest of the unzipping. his pants around his ankles in no time, boxer briefs following. he stands, half-naked, bottom lip between his teeth. ]
[Stu returns the kiss with everything he's got and bites down on Gator's lip, almost hard enough to draw blood as the other man pulls away.
Something shifts in Stu's expression at the hand to his throat, the playfulness gone, something almost; no; 100, predatory. It's like a mask has fallen away.
Stu tisks a little, shaking his head. A small, slightly troubling laugh comes out of him, Gator's belt still in his hands. ]
Aww, man, you wanna play these kinds of games? I mean, I like games...
[ He says at the same time he's whipping the belt around Gator's neck and pulling hard.]
[ the belt is around gator's throat before he can stop stu, eyes gone wide as he begins to be strangled. gator's hands shoot up, trying to tear the belt away. he can't breathe, so his brows knit, serious and pissed off. he lifts his boot to stu's chest and kicks him back onto the bed, ripping the belt from his throat. ]
You wanna play rough, huh, shithead?
[ gator rubs at his throat for a moment, briefly, his adam's apple rough in his throat. he then climbs on top of stu, rearing his hand to slap him across the face - hard. he can feel skin and bone, his hand red, and he does it again. ]
[Stu spits out as he gets tackled, and Gator gets a few good slaps in. Stu spits blood up into Gator's face and uses his height to his advantage to flip them, pinning the other man to the mattress, hand around his throat, and actually starting to squeeze.]
Hold still, you little shit.
[Stu says, mouth bloody as he looks down at Gator.]
[Preference for 1 or 3 as a result of either being eliminated during a hunting game. 7+8+17 would be great for Fiona making contact with Yog-Sothoth or summoning Him.]
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angel | csm
Ramza Beoulve | Final Fantasy Tactics | m/m
esther moreau / original / m/f
isabelle carriere | daryl dixon | f/m
The Man With No Name | Leone Westerns | M/F
till / alien stage
Percy De Rolo | Critical Role | ota
Sherlock Holmes | Moriarty the Patriot | castmates
Vax'ildan Vesser | Critical Role | ota
Hal | The King | M/M 25+
carrie. ( f/m, with certain f/f exceptions )
GATOR TILLMAN, FARGO.
Slight Au so Stu Survived... and got away with it lol
You're not this stupid, you knew I was from Woodsboro and you know I'm
[ Stu laughs a little and waves his hands around his head.]
But now it's a problem for you? You had to know.
what a little bitch.
I'm not fuckin' stupid, asshole.
[ it's said with a groan as he rolls over, sitting up on his elbows. his chest peeks from under the sheets, his eyes narrowed and mean. ]
I know what you are, fucknut. Don't think I'm not fully fuckin' aware. One day I'll get you for it, with enough goddamn evidence.
[ it's not like the sex matters - not in the long run. gator gets off, stu gets off, and that's it. there's no attachment, especially from gator's point of view. irritated and highly annoyed, gator climbs out of bed, naked, picking up his pants. ]
This ain't Woodsboro.
Careful he'll cut you
[He grins a little]
You've seen the scars I've a victim buddy, and if you came at me.
<small>[He grins a little]</small>
You've seen the scars I've a victim buddy, and if you came at me.
<small[He frowns fake tears welling up in the sociopaths eyes.]</small>
I just got so scared, he came at me, I didn't know what to do, it was like I was right back there.
<small>[ He drops the mask of traumatized survivor]</small>
Who are they going to believe? It's great right?
he can try.
Whatever. You think the sheriff'll buy that shit? I don't think so.
[ he picks up his bulletproof vest, and he wants to get out of here - and quick. he merely stares at stu for a second before shaking his head. so what if he's batshit insane? there's something wrong with him - the gaze, stony and steely, the fake sobbing - gator sighs, long and slow. ]
Fuck this bullshit. You're not even that good of a lay.
[ so why does he keep coming back? ]
Re: he can try.
No, I'm not, and you know it.
[ He grins starting to pull the belt out of the loops with a thawp sound.]
Don't think the sheriff is going find out, or if he does believe.
troublemaker.
You want more, sweetheart? Earn it.
[ he then nods to the floor, ordering stu to sink to his knees without words. he then finishes the rest of the unzipping. his pants around his ankles in no time, boxer briefs following. he stands, half-naked, bottom lip between his teeth. ]
Suck it like you mean it.
All the content warnings from here on out LMAO
Something shifts in Stu's expression at the hand to his throat, the playfulness gone, something almost; no; 100, predatory. It's like a mask has fallen away.
Stu tisks a little, shaking his head. A small, slightly troubling laugh comes out of him, Gator's belt still in his hands. ]
Aww, man, you wanna play these kinds of games? I mean, I like games...
[ He says at the same time he's whipping the belt around Gator's neck and pulling hard.]
buyer beware.
You wanna play rough, huh, shithead?
[ gator rubs at his throat for a moment, briefly, his adam's apple rough in his throat. he then climbs on top of stu, rearing his hand to slap him across the face - hard. he can feel skin and bone, his hand red, and he does it again. ]
You wanna fight? I'll fight, you waste of spunk.
no subject
[Stu spits out as he gets tackled, and Gator gets a few good slaps in. Stu spits blood up into Gator's face and uses his height to his advantage to flip them, pinning the other man to the mattress, hand around his throat, and actually starting to squeeze.]
Hold still, you little shit.
[Stu says, mouth bloody as he looks down at Gator.]
geto suguru | jjk
rin sohma | fruits basket | m/f or tohrus
rinoa heartilly | ffviii | m/f
peko pekoyama | super dangan ronpa 2 | m/f
junpei tenmyouji | zero escape | m/f
Fiona Gilman (aka Priestess) | Identity V | OTA
edelgard von hresvelg | fire emblem: three houses/hopes