Stu

STU MACHER SERPENT / Drug Dealer Exclusively for gangsofwar

[meetyourmacher]

MILENA V.

     Despite her reluctance, she had always came back to Stu. It was hard not to considering she knew what she was getting when it came to him, and it was exactly what she was after at this point in her life. Nothing serious. A bit of fun. And someone with whom had wit about them to the point they had mischievous nature about their time together. Whether it was their antics in the sheets, or just their taunting behaviour, very much like the most recent change in their position. Stu rolling over, pinning her to the bed as he was on top of her, her eyes very much locked on his own hues. Sure, she could have just turned it into another round with the man, they had done so in the evening prior, but at the same time, there was more to their dynamic. Even if he knew how to turn her on, that wasn’t all he was there for in a sense. Despite each of them likely to jump the gun and say they just liked to fuck on the odd occasion. Some might even go as far as to say a friendship. “You sure you weren’t just looking for an excuse to be on top of me again, Macher?” She questioned, more taunting than flirting. But was there really much of a difference when it slipped through the same plump lips of Milena Valdes? Why was she not surprised that he decided to blame the hypothetical bed breakage on her? Any excuse to slip away from the blame, right? All she did was roll her eyes, the male still very much pinning her down, not exactly allowing her to do much else at the time.

          If anyone else was here with Stu, the topic of weight on the table, his response escaping his lips, she was sure they would take it personally. Alas, the Cuban woman had a thick skin and the ability to know where he came from, and that was not out of malicious intent on this occasion. That much had proved obvious. Especially considering it was his twisted way of complimenting her form, to be honest. Or that was how she took it. Milena had always been proud of her physique, and did not see the appeal of the skin and bones look that people went through for a while, curves sensualised a woman in a sexy way, that they could own and feel confident regarding. “Just say I’ve got a bangin’ body like a normal person, Stu.” She insisted at his complexity. Nonetheless, she bit bottom lip before releasing it seconds later, removing the topic from conversation as he soon rolled from her personal space, and announced his desire for a shower. “I can’t tell if that was a matter of fact, or an invitation, but either way, hurry up.” As the topic of Hell Fest came into the equation, she contemplated the idea of turning up, though in reality she had no real intention of arriving until he had generally asked her to in a sense. People dressed up in just about anything creepy, running around causing chaos? Well, when she put it like that way in her thoughts, why would she turn that down? Any excuse for witnessing turmoil and destruction, and no doubt people getting far too drunk. “Y’know what, I think I will. Just gotta find a costume, and you’ll see me there. You’ll just have to take me through one of the mazes, and then you can run along and find a new woman to cling to your arm for the rest of the evening, got it?”

Stu considers Milena’s rhetorical question with his head cocked to one side. “I always enjoy being on top of you, that’s a given.” And, even if it wasn’t -- the smirk that arose afterwards, was further proof of the fact. He enjoyed watching Milena moan and stretch her mouth into a wide “O” every time he found that sweet spot that made her essentially lose her shit. Perhaps, that’s why they continued to fall into bed together. Stu knew what she liked and vice versa. Milena had a few naughty tricks up her sleeve. She wasn’t just your average barmaid. She was also an exhibitionist and an avid fan of the kama sutra. Or so it seems....

“Normal?” What did normal even mean to other people? What Stu believed was normal was not often the same as it was with everyone else. He was a bit eccentric in the way that he did things a little differently and a little more backwards. Most of the time, Stu wasn’t even sure his methods read well or made much sense. In retrospect, they probably didn’t. But, he figured that’s one way he kept others on their toes. It made whatever he did next, sort of like a fun but twisted surprise. “Well, I mean..” Stu shrugged, after he had already risen to his feet and hopped out of bed buck-naked. “You’re always welcome to suck me off in the shower, if you want.” A grin sprawled across his lips as he turned toward her full frontal, as if displaying himself without a single care or fuck in the world. Which was accurate because 98% of the time, he didn’t give a fuck about anything.

Leaning against the threshold leading into his conjoined bathroom, Stu smiled warmly at the fact that Milena decided to take him up on his offer (to hellfest, not the blowjob unfortunately). This way, if any of his other company sucked (or lack thereof), he could ditch them all for Milena. He wasn’t even sure Tatum was attending but, a part of him had hoped so. Even if he was instructed to stay away from her by Dewey, Stu never managed to listen. Speaking of Dewey... Stu wasn’t aware he and Milena were also friends. “Screw that. I was hoping to take you for a ride but, if you prefer the pitch, black darkness of a maze, I’m sure I could swing that too.”

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VALENTINA M.

It felt more like a hanging out between friends. Stu was not one of her clients. She didn’t have to trick him into buying the most expensive alcohol. What she was doing right now could be compared to a break. Valentina was taking a break from between work at the nightclub and the free time with El Santo. Not that she considered spending time with her boyfriend being burdening, but she never really got to spend time with anyone else. Not counting the men that worked under him. She respected them and even liked them, but they couldn’t hang out like friends. They were always so busy and maybe even afraid of El Santo misinterpreting something if his girlfriend started spending too much of her time with them.

The man she was currently sitting next to was a Serpent, at least he was supposed to be. Though Valentina was not really sure where his loyalties lied anymore, now that he also served El Santo, doing deals involving tentacion on his behalf. How trustworthy was a person of that kind? If Stu was deserving of the trust of the cartel, that would be found out. Such things were impossible to conceal for long. 

“They’re not always old people.” She corrected him. “Of course, you have your usual cheaters, who check their phones every minute, trying to hide all those missed calls from their wives. But there are also guys like you. Young men who entertain themselves by spending money and getting drunk, all in hope to successfully keep on avoiding whatever nasty feelings that are eating them on the inside.” She knew the kind of men who would seek her company all too well. They were all the same, but each one believing they were suffering from a special case of the blues. 

Rolling her eyes, Valentina reached out her hand and quickly snatched the little bag from him. “It might be dark, but people are not blind, Stu.” Opening her purse, she slid the drug inside it, before turning her attention back on him. “You can have it when we leave.” In spite of her job as a b-girl, she took great care of maintaining a clean reputation when in public. “To answer your question, I don’t try to sell them tentacion simply because that’s not part of my instructions. Not from from my boss at the club and not from El Santo. I don’t sell drugs. Technically, I don’t sell anything. I just point people in a certain direction.”

“They’re old,” Stu assures her mid-thought, prior to taking a sip of someone else’s abandoned drink. Sure, it wasn’t sanitary but Stu was high and didn’t really care. A drink was a drink and given that this one was abandoned, that also meant it was free. Stu could afford to buy his own drinks, but preferred to save his money. He hid a lot of it from himself, stashed it for emergencies or when something came up and he just needed it. And in the meantime, he walked around as if he were poor and broke... living in Jake and Brooke’s guest room as opposed to his own apartment where he’d have to pay an absurd amount of monthly rent. Granted, he also enjoyed third wheeling with that couple because listening to them moan and groan all night was still better than pitch, black silence and darkness. If Stu was ever left alone or unattended for too long, his survival rate declined immensely. He’d start to think about shit he preferred to keep buried just so he could continue living this false sense of his “best life”.

As if right on cue, Valentina nailed Stu (in a way that he wasn’t quite used to because they both had their clothes on) summarizing his entire existence in a small, abbreviated, sentence. Of course, Stu didn’t want to talk about those young men, as he was among them and he’s always sworn off therapy before so there was no use in entertaining it now. “You ever think about pick-pocketing their phones? Taking pictures of them with topless, nipple-popping dames and send those pix to their wives? If not, we should. Watch their worlds go up in smoke--” to emphasize, Stu used his hands, expanding his fingers and palms to demonstrate exploding, volcanic smoke after she rolled her eyes and snatched his baggy of tentacion away from his long, theatrical fingers.

Afterwards, a laugh escaped him along with him watching her drop the drug into her purse for safekeeping. Valentina’s eye roll reminded Stu of Brooke. She’d do the same thing to him and Jake practically on a daily basis. “There’s more where that came from,” Stu smirked, allowing her to keep the tentacion as he fished out a cigarette from his side jacket-pocket and slipped it between his tightly-pressed lips. He listened as she explained her answer to his earlier question and at the same time lit his cigarette before taking a long, relaxing drag. Because he liked her, he turned his head to avoid blowing a ring of smoke in her face. Anyone else, he wouldn’t have considered the thought for. “No? You’d be good at it though. You and me.. we could team up like Bonnie and Clyde. My business partner has been roped in by a tight leash now, and so I may be looking for a new one. Say the word and I’ll put in the request to El Santo.”

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[meetyourmacher]

MILENA V.

          It wasn’t often that Milena repeated these actions with the same person, but apparently Stu had somehow made the cut, which was an odd feat in itself really. The pair too similar, and yet seemingly not clashing, at least not entirely, besides from the bickering here and there that came up with such strong personalities. And, as she towered above the male, seated beneath her and desperate to hide from the overbearing light shining through the window to his room. Or should she have said, his ‘temporary’ room? It was a new setting for the pair, but that didn’t stop them from enjoying themselves at least twice times, if she recalled? Hell, it could have been more, but the buzz of it all seemed to blur into one, unfortunately. Immediately, she could feel his eyes glancing over at her prior to her jumping to his beside, his shirt hanging off her very small figure, large and oversized considering how tall Stu was.

          She should have known, right? Considering the same mischievous nature she held within her. His hand grasped at her leg, toppling her to the side of him, in the position she was in prior to her rude awakening with the sun only moments earlier. “And you’re an asshole.” She muttered in response, mostly in reference to his most recent action, but definitely not limited to as much, knowing what he was like by now. It had been, what, a year? Plenty of time to get a general idea of someone, even if it was just someone to roll around in the sheets with. “And, whose fault would it be if we break the bed? And I’m not being funny, but if this baby didn’t fall to pieces last night, I think we’re good — unless you’re telling me I’ve put on a few pounds?” A smirk crossed her lips, knowing full she hadn’t. Milena had always been in good shape, and in anything, Stu should remember that much clear as day.

“Aw c’mon,” His lips jutted out in a playful pout, teasing her obviously. Though, Stu took great pride in being an asshole. Chicks dig assholes because it becomes a matter of wanting what you can’t have and the challenge of trying to get said asshole to change. It kept things fun and interesting and Milena, should she choose to deny it, actually secretly loved it. Hence, why she came back. Again and again, and oh yeah.. again. “Those are fighting words. But, I can’t fight you. Though, I can wrestle you.” To make his case in point, Stu pinned Milena’s arms to the bed, restraining her wrists against his pillow so that she couldn’t move or slip away. “Yours...” He claims confidently with a smirk. If Jake or Brooke, (most likely Brooke) asked.. Stu would blame the bed breakage on Milena and not think twice about it. She was a stranger, sorta... given, they’ve seen her come and go a few times, and thus, they’d go easier on her. 

“And I don’t know?” Stu shrugged at the debated question about whether or not, she gained a few pounds. “If you had, I wouldn’t notice. I don’t care for super skinny girls. There’s nothing to hold onto,” He joked, not really acknowledging the fact that his testament could come off insensitive. Stu’s mouth and inability to keep his dick in his pants was the reason why he was single and most of the time, alone. Furthermore, the reason why he slept around so that the deafening silence of loneliness didn’t take him over and swallow him whole. “I need a shower,” Stu rolled off of Milena while letting his hold on her wrists go. He wasn’t kicking her out. He never kicked her out. She was the only girl he slept with (besides Tatum) who never got on his nerves or expected too much or needed any sort of commitment from him. Tatum was still different but, she wasn’t annoying. He just thought she deserved better. Milena did too but, Stu wasn’t even really sure she was interested in relationships. They never talked about it. “You got plans tonight? You should come to Hell Fest. I’ll be there, trying to avoid the Mr. and Mrs. down the hall.”

[meetyourmacher]

closed starter for  @valentina-marquez​

In Stu’s defense, he was high (on weed, -- not tentacion this time) as he sidled up next to Valentina with a bottle of corona in his hand. Weed helped mellow him out and he could really use mellowed out right about now. Hence, him also seeking out Valentina’s company as opposed to some random stranger that would likely only cause him drama and problems by the end of the night. Mainly, because Stu had this nasty habit of sleeping with random girls to avoid the fact that he was lonely. 

“So, it’s your job right -- to rack up old peoples tabs by getting them to buy a buncha liquor but why not tentacion?” To demonstrate, Stu motioned with his finger for Valentina to hold on as he dug around in his pocket for the beautiful, white powder that made him filthy, fucking rich. And El Santo, too since he created it and had his followers distribute it all over Miami. The Serpents and Reapers both, were fighting over who gets to join forces with El Santo. Meanwhile, Stu and Jake (who were serpents) already joined forces. However, they kept their traps shut about that for various reasons... And they’ve been very careful so far (well mostly, Jake has) about not letting their little secret get out. It was only a matter of time though before someone close to them found out they cut a side deal with El Santo and have been selfishly hiding their intake-this whole time. Oopsy? With, the baggy pinched between his fingers, Stu dangled it like a piece of meat in front of Valentina’s latin gaze, “They’d be nipping at your feet for more of this. Want some?” 

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[odettefairchild]

Don’t leave me in all this pain don’t leave me out in the rain come back and bring back my smile come and take these tears away I need your arms to hold me now the nights are so unkind. @meetyourmacher​

[meetyourmacher]

MILENA V.

          It wasn’t uncommon for Milena to end up in Stu’s bed after a late night left her without anyone else to keep her occupied. A familiar fuck that she knew would do the trick. However, waking up in his bed was not part of the plan, usually one to skip out after the job was done. So, as she pottered around his bed, she began to gather up her belongings, slinging on his shirt in the meantime, saving her from being stark-nude. “Quit complaining.” An eye roll later, her eyes glanced down to the shirtless male, now busy hiding away from the sunlight looming into the room, the noise she was making obviously the source of his stirring. However, she did particularly want to mess with him more, so instead of finishing getting her shit together, she climbed back onto the bed until she stood atop, one leg on either side of the male’s hips, no doubt waking him further. “Don’t be such a drama queen.”

It didn’t take long after she responded for Stu to crack a smile, recognizing the sweet but sultry timbre that only Milena seemed to possess. Every so often, Stu would wake up beside a random girl he met the night before. Rarely, did he revisit the same broads twice, Milena being the only exception. Tatum didn’t count on behalf of her being an ex girlfriend of his and though Stu would never admit it, the first and only girl he’s ever loved. After a minute or so of muffled grins under his pillow, Stu peeled the cushiony headrest from his face to lean up on his elbows, watching with merriment as Milena stumbled around his room in search of her clothes to put back on prior to doing the walk of shame back to her car waiting just outside in the driveway. Instead of her clothes though, she stole his own.

“You’re a menace,” He observes as a hand reaches up to latch around her leg and throw her off balance. There’s a self-satisfied smirk as she tumbles downward into the open space beside him which evidently, she occupied all night. He was sure the fall was loud enough to annoy his housemates, Jake and Brooke, who Stu was crashing with until he got his own place. The benefit of staying with them, though their relationship was nauseating, was the fact that it was free. And he got off on annoying them, especially Brooke. “You break the bed and Spyro the dragon down the hall, will come after you. For a small girl, she terrifies me,” Stu jokes, referencing Brooke, his parabatai’s feisty girlfriend.

[meetyourmacher]

“It’s 9 in the fucking morning, god dammit--” Stu growls at the other’s presence, still looming menacingly by his bedside, urging him to get up. His snarl is drawn out and long, with enough force that he can still taste the bile and alcohol that continues to cling to his lips from the night before. All this partying of his, it would catch up with and kill him one day but he was only twenty two, and quite frankly, sobriety bored him. He couldn’t handle it. Nor could he handle the hot blazing sun as it filtered through the windows nearly blinding him, and igniting a headache. He was sensitive to light... and to people... and just overall life in general at the moment. Whoever was there (fuck if he even knew, he was still too trashed to remember) -- they could come back later.

[meetyourmacher]

Bill L.

taking a nap on a bench at the bus stop? sure, he was open to all possibilities.

surprisingly, no alcohol was involved in this set up. he remembered not wanting to walk one more block back to his apartment, and like magic, this bench materialized on the corner– or maybe a fog cleared (actually, he happened to turn his head before he walked right past it). he had a couple of negatives he needed to develop in his pocket and his camera was safely locked away in his apartment, so he had no worries of being robbed successfully. waking up the next morning, he remembered this after only a minute of uninterrupted panicking. 

catching his breath, he patted himself down for a stray cigarette. bill wasn’t an avid somker. in fact, it was merely one of the many recent things he’d started dabbling with. so far, he didn’t harbor an addiction to it, only thinking to light one up once every other week. mostly when he was bored or thinking. when his search ended empty handed, he pulled himself up into a slouched position. “no offense, but I’d kill you for a milky way right about now.”

“Cute,” Stu observed, while watching the slightest touch of drool glisten along the corner of this other guy’s mouth. “But, I think the saying goes... I’ll do anything for a Klondike bar.” At least, that’s what the commercials always advertised. Stu’s never had one. “Do you always pass out on dirty, old stop benches or did Mrs. Old McDonald over there piss you off so you decided to make her stand up on her cripply, weak, legs?” Stu smiled at the old lady who was staring at them and giving this homeless lookin guy, dirty looks. Probably because he was hogging public property. Not that Stu really cared one way or another. He was just curious.

“By the way, you got a little--” Stu motioned to the corner of his own lip in demonstration before he plucked a cigarette from his pocket and lit one up, joining this peculiar stranger for a casual, relaxing drag.

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[ Jake M. ]

Meanwhile, Jake crept up behind Stu and jumped on his back at the bar. Ruining any chance at him nailing this hot, older broad against a wall tonight. “What’s up daddy, why’d you leave me right after you came?” Jake teased behind Stu’s ear until the milf heard enough and got up to walk away from them. Laughing hysterically, Jake stole the woman’s seat at the bar and then her unopened beer. “Sorry, bro. I need your help. You can get laid later.” That was easier for Jake to say, who still had three rounds of Brooke’s cum still leaking off his dick. Which would explain his good, vibrant mood and excited energy despite being worn out and sweaty. “Brooke’s initiating. That’s why she was on stage. The mother fuckers.” He hissed, killing half the bottle of beer in one, dehydrated swig. “She was hopped up on tentacion, man…. Worse, she’s paired up with some dude, who’s, like, half-naked…and shredded.” It was obvious Jake was jealous even though he was the one she melted on for relief. Not Ken Barbie. “Tell me more about Tombstone City. That’s where they’re headin. How gnarly is gnarly?” 

“Daddy?” The older woman, (a busty broad in her mid-40s) shrunk back, taken off guard by the immature comment. She thought Stu was 26, he was just starting his career in IT and was going to be the next big Zuckerberg. She couldn’t be any more wrong about that but, hey Stu wasn’t against lying to get what he wants. Sometimes lying was more fun than the actual truth. Though, it looked like Stu wasn't going to be having any fun because his chance of that had scoffed and walked away when she realized he was likely a perverted, immature frat boy just looking to score. She often went for guys with money and Stu had managed to convince her that he made a lot of it doing something intelligent and practical. Only, now she doubted that was true as she disappeared and faded from his view.  Stu, of course, was pissed at Jake for cockblocking him but he still loved to watch the babe go. Her ass jiggled in her dress and god, it made Stu hard. "Fuck off, you twat!" Stu shooed Jake away as he ignored him to continue shopping. But, Jake didn't budge and instead offered up a half ass apology before claiming he needed another favor. Stu was barely listening at that point, until Jake got to the part about Brooke's dance and why she was up on stage in the first place. Stu attempted to hide his smile behind his glass as he took another sip of his drink and pictured Brooke's tits bouncing in his mind. Stu had always noticed Brooke's chest of course, but he'd never seen it so raw and in the flesh, before. If Jake hadn't of claimed her, Brooke would have been a great candidate to take home and plow until she was mewling like a cat in heat. "All the more reason, you should get half naked and shred some other chick. Like her," Stu tapped Jake's arm before pointing across the bar at some blonde bombshell who was eying Jake up and down, like she was surveying a slab of meat to take home to pussycat. Jake didn't seem to take the bait, when he totally could have. Stu wouldn't have said a word. Well, not so directly. If asked, he might look out for Brooke and then aim to console her and those beautiful, busty tits of hers. Stu got harder just thinking about it. He needed to refocus his attention on something else. And Jake suggested Tombstone City as he proposed his own questions about it. "The fuck you mean, they're headin to Tombstone City?" Stu slapped his hand down against the bar and looked at Jake as if he'd suddenly grown three heads. "TC is like some SAW shit. I hear a few of their guys have their faces sewn up as punishment. The creepy crawlers can't talk or eat. I don't even know how long they survive like that. Shit's definitely not sanitary. Unless they get those food and water injections. Bet that sucks though. Imagine, never getting to eat a big juicy burger or steak ever again. Damn, I'd die." 

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[ Dallas C. ]

Dallas was apprehensive as she stepped into the Reaper’s club house for the first time. She hadn’t planned on being able to get inside this soon into her assignment, but when news of the purge night made rounds at the strip club she had made ground zero of her operation, she knew she’d be a fool not to take the open doors as invitation. 

Making arrests for possession and dealing was easy enough, but that wasn’t what she was after. She was looking for the big fish; the manufacturers, the kingpins, the people who pulled the strings around Miami’s drug culture. She knew she wouldn’t be able to find them simply sitting in the middle of the party with a sign on their chest, and maybe weren’t even affiliated with the Reapers whatsoever. But that was something she needed to find out, and she planned to take the time to peer into every corner she gain access to in all of Miami’s top gangs to get it done. 

She felt exposed in her strapless black dress, despite it covering about as much skin as she typically wore to her shifts pouring drinks at the strip club. But her paranoia about being exposed as an undercover agent made her feel bare naked, even behind the glitzy mask that covered more than half of her features. 

As she made her way across the floor, she scanned the room looking for anyone who may be approachable. She didn’t know where to start, she only knew it had to be somewhere. 

After fending off a few of his fellow serpents in his greatest efforts to help his boy out, Stu was exhausted. He needed a drink. What he got instead was way more than he bargained for but, it was still good. Seeing as they were in Reaper territory, Stu figured he’d blend. He already removed himself of his snake’s skin when he left his Serpents jacket in Jake’s truck on the way over. Contrary to what most people thought, snakes were quiet predators. They slithered out of their bushes or their holes when they sought out prey. But other than that, they kept to themselves. Besides, it wasn’t smart to out his identity in the legendary house of the reapers. Maybe, it would be if Stu’s intention was to get himself killed. And while he may have done a lot of stupid, reckless shit, he was by no means suicidal. 

Once at the bar, Stu ordered himself the Grim Reaper. He wasn’t sure what it was, and also didn’t really care. Though, he probably should have asked. Because it happened to be a mix of vodka and jagermeister, laced with the Reaper’s signature drug; grim. The second Stu drank it, he tasted a bit of cranberry too and immediately shrunk back as the grim hit him like a ton of bricks. He got a rush of euphoria, as his eyes watered and he had a difficult time focusing on the crowds. Though, one thing seemed to stick out in his hazy periphery and that was some dame in a backless dress, who looked a little lost. In the sense that, so much was happening around her and she wasn’t sure where to jump in first. Stu, being the good Samaritan that he believed himself to be, decided to give this woman a helping hand. He ordered another Grim Reaper, and closed the space between him and his prey. When he got close enough, he tapped her on the arm and handed her the drink. “It’ll help, trust me.” Though, he knew a part of her wouldn’t. Not if she was sober and paranoid about being one of those girls who end up, roofied and poisoned. Stu might’ve sold hard drugs to girls with soft bellies but he never intentionally set out to poison them, just evoke fun. He wasn’t that savage. 

[meetyourmacher]

[ Mateo S. ]

the music was buzzing from the outside of the club. - the house - he was told about this place, but never thought to really check it out. it was packed and he was told of the dangers, but why not come check it out for himself. he was meeting up with a few of his fellow gogo boys from the club he was working at, but he came a little too early. walking in and taking a lot of the vibe, the music - he was feeling it and ready to have his fun. making his way to the bar first, he ordered himself a drink. looking out at the crowd, he noticed things that he didn’t expect to see around, but it didn’t phase him much - unless he saw someone drop dead, but so far it was just sexual drive in the air for what he saw. adjusting his mask, he pulled on the tight harness he had around his chest before looking around to see if there was anyone he can have a good time with tonight. - that’s what tonight was about, right? 

Stu was just there... minding his own business (somewhat) when in walked a gaggle of male pros (as in -- male prostitutes). At least, that’s what they looked like in their ridiculous get up. Stu wasn’t judging by any means. He was just curious as to which circus they came from so, he could pay it a visit. Maybe spread some of his wealth and his drugs. It never hurt to rake in new customers and seeing as Stu’s partner (Jake) was too busy getting his dick wet elsewhere, to do any of the heavy lifting, Stu took it upon himself to carry on their legacy. Well that, and unlike Jake, he didn’t have anyone else to focus his time and efforts on. All he had was the cartel’s heavy-hitter drug tentacion, and his (sometimes) winning smile and charm to get him through his days. Aside from that, Stu didn’t have much else to live for. Just drugs, money, and sex (when he could get it). “Duuude,” Stu looked the fellow latino up and down and shook his head with a laugh, “What in the fuck’s name are you wearing? It’s a costume party, or masquerade... whatever... not a strip club. Are those spandex?” Stu wasn’t shameless at all, and so he had no qualms about invading someone’s personal space, uninvited. Therefore, he touched the male’s hip to see if what he had on really was made of spandex. It looked like it but it felt rubbery, too. “Strange,” Stu observed, as he took a step back and proceeded to knock back the rest of his drink. 

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[ Brooke F. ]

Brooke immediately rolled her eyes, at Jake’s admission of it “not being like that” when the truth was? That’s exactly how it was. And sure, it wasn’t entirely Jake’s fault. If Stu wasn’t such a reckless moron, Jake wouldn’t have to come to his rescue as much. But, Jake said it himself, they were parabatai. And therefore, despite Brooke not fully understanding or grasping what that meant because she didn’t have one herself, she sort of respected it? She respected Jake’s loyalty to Stu just as much as she respected Jake’s loyalty to herself. Which, of course, out weighed Stu’s but Stu still had a portion of Jake’s time and efforts. “Would he?” Brooke wondered, honestly. She knew Jake would have Stu’s back but would Stu really have his? Brooke wasn’t so sure, as she hasn’t seen this much herself. It was possible, of course… but without proof, she wouldn’t claim to know that wholeheartedly.  “I already have my knight in shining armor and parabatai,” Brooke claimed as she motioned with her index finger for Jake to come closer so she could share the secret of who with him. In the meantime, Jake stretched, flexing his dark, tattooed muscle as if taunting Brooke with something he knew she couldn’t have. Well, not until later at least. “You…” Brooke raspily sighed, while allowing Jake to pull her up by her hands. His laughter at her struggles to move caused a scowl to form on her lips, “Don’t laugh at me.”

Yet despite giving the order, Brooke laughed herself and held her arms up so Jake could slide his serpent hoodie down over her small frame. The hoodie felt like a dress, stopping a few inches above the knee. Underneath it, Brooke slipped on a pair of panties that Jake tossed her from her suitcase, which they’ve been living out of in her mom’s standing room. It was homey in it’s own temporary way. “Do I?” To confirm Jake’s approval for herself, Brooke walked to the body length mirror in the bathroom and checked herself out. She noticed after standing close to it, that she had dried cum in her hair. “Ugh, Jake!” She whined as she turned on the faucet quickly by the sink and used her fingers to wash it out. She didn’t have time to take a proper shower so that would have to wait until later when they got back. Hopefully, Stu wouldn’t be joining them.

Though, Brooke couldn’t be sure about that as they later arrived at the Miami county jail where Stu was being held. The cop who checked them in, collected Jake’s ID and then asked him and Brooke to wait as they finished processing his discharge paperwork and Jake’s posted bail. It cost him 10k which Brooke assumed Jake would make Stu pay him back. Seeing as, Jake had already planned on setting himself and Brooke up with their own place using the money he made working for El Santo these last few weeks.

“C’mon pretty boy, your girlfriends are here to bail your scrawny ass out.” The cop tending the holding cell let Stu out and handed him back his belongings before releasing him into Jake and Brooke’s custody. “You got lucky this time, kid. Next time, you won’t be.” Little did Jake or Stu know, these so called “cops” who helped them out, collected their 10k and got to cash it for themselves. Dewey never pressed any charges. His only intent was to scare Stu straight and in the process, any money the cops decided to make off of it, they were promised they could keep for themselves so long as they kept the ruse between them. “Well, well, if it isn’t mommy and daddy,” Stu jokingly licked his lips as he smirked at Jake and then at Brooke. “I’m honored. But, you know this could have only taken one of you right?” And by one of them, Stu meant just Jake. Though, they were brothers and parabatai, sometimes Stu hated how Jake brought Brooke into everything. Stu liked Brooke, don’t get him wrong but sometimes, he missed the days when Jake was single and dark. He was a helluva lot more fun. Always high as a fucking kite, vulgar as can be, and even fucked his way through a few one-night stands in his greatest efforts to cut ties with the old him. Now, everywhere Jake went... Brooke followed. It was like taking a dog out on a leash. Not that Stu would ever say this out loud. And perhaps, he was just bitter and jealous that he didn’t have his own ride or die like Jake and Brooke. Either way, it is what it is....

[meetyourmacher]

[ Charlotte De A. ]

Charlotte felt strangely heavy and light at the same time, like her body was asleep and going to collapse at any moment, but her spirit was miles above it, tangling with the smoke of the fire and drifting on and upward. She placed both hands on Stu’s shoulders to ground herself, not having anticipated feeling so close to out of control. It wasn’t a good thing when she had a task at hand to tend to. 

“Save it for later,” she suggested, deciding she would ask him for a second sale before they parted for the night. She needed to bring some home to Killian. But for now, what she needed to do was move her body. 

“Dance with me,” she pleaded, pressing her body to Stu’s and trying to pull him closer to the fire. Remembering her request to feel like the gypsy woman, she took her top off and considered tossing it on top of the car, but instead threw it onto the flames to watch it be devoured. 

Part of why Stu liked attending and doing business at these sort of events had everything to do with the girl standing before him now, ready and eager to party the night away. She wasn’t afraid to take what she wanted, or remove what she didn’t. Per her request, Stu gravitated toward the fire and her body as it danced in front of the flickering-hot bonfire. Without second-guessing it (because he was high as a kite) Stu grabbed ahold of her hips and pulled her back in against his chest. Her skin felt hot through his t-shirt due to the heat emanating off the fire. “What are you?” He whispered against the shell of her ear, his breath ghosting along her neck. She wasn’t a normal girl or woman. She carried the same provocative nature of a siren and he was genuinely curious.

[meetyourmacher]

closed starter for  —  @jakemaddox

“Hey pretty boy!” Beside him, along the other side  of the holding cell, was a guard who called out to Stu from beyond a bearded mouth that plucked a toothpick from between his giant, big bunny teeth. Stu turned to look at him through the rusty metal bars but refrained from moving. He refused to give up his seat and make it easy for the greaser standing behind him to butt fuck him the first chance he gets. He’s heard the stories about prison bitches and while the idea of getting fucked by another man was no longer a universal taboo anymore, that didn’t mean Stu was interested. “Time for your one phone call. 5 minutes, get up let’s go.”

As Stu turned his head to take in a sideways glance at the greaser, he stood up quickly and stalked towards the opening door that swung apart to let him out of the community cell, holding block. From there, his feet dragged as he was ushered towards one of the six payphones lining up against the wall. Given that his mother would flip her shit and likely leave him there to rot, Stu decided to call the one and only person he knew would have his back and bail him out, with the least questions asked. His parabatai, Jake Maddox. You know, unless Jake was too busy nailing the fuck out of his girlfriend to stop and pick up the damn phone.

As Jake’s cell rang and rang and rang and then finally, was answered, Stu quietly picked up on the sounds of a masculine, strenuous sigh. The kind of sigh one gives after fucking his way through an entire sorority. If only.. that was Stu’s life right now instead of being holed up in this shithole thanks to Sheriff Doofy as they liked to call him because both Stu and Jake were immature. “Yo, this conversation’s gotta be quick. I only got five minutes so I’m gonna cut to the chase, I need you to strap your dick back on and come bail me the fuck outta here, quick.”

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[meetyourmacher]

[ Aria D. ]

Aria sighed as he took out his pocket knife, a small smile on her face as she shook her head. “Of course I have…” She said, quirking an eyebrow at what he might be insinuating. “But they have good coffee, and the staff can be nice…” She muttered, taking a sip of her drink. “I’m always with you no matter what, Stu. You know that.”

“Nice?” He hissed, though not out of any form of anger but out of a sudden impulsiveness and desire for foul play. A tight virgin begging to get screwed was nice. This place? The complete and utter opposite of that. It reeked of haughtiness and wet blanket cunts. Not the good kind. “Prove it,” he challenged her, as he slid his pocket knife across the table and into her grasp. “Take this and bring me back a souvenir.” Stu paused to motion over his shoulder at the barista who complained about his barbaric behavior not even five minutes ago. “I like her earrings. I want them. I could sell them on the black market. Put little tracking chips in them, make a fortune, buy me a ranch. Do you like horses? I’ll get you a pony. Name her pinky after you. I’ll even let you dye her hair. What do you say?”