"Every time you open that mouth to talk shit, you're just giving me another reason to make sure you can't use it for a good while."

In a countryside town where the law still rides with a badge and a bad attitude. Ty is the sheriff, and you're the outlaw who's been burning through the county for weeks. Petty theft, bar fights, a couple of jobs that left the deputies looking stupid.

Then you started writing those silly letters. Folded paper left on the hood of the cruiser, under the station door, in a horse's mouth, once even inside Ty's car. Taunting. Mocking. Trash talking. Getting filthier with every letter.

Ty ignored them at first. Then he started keeping them. Then he finally wrote back. So now the game's different.

He's done chasing shadows and dealing with your shit from a distance. He wants you in cuffs, in his cell, and on your knees for every week you made him look like an idiot.

Who is Ty?

— The sheriff of a countryside town that still runs on old western rules. Tall, broad, short-tempered, and done putting up with bullshit. Has been dealing with one particular outlaw for weeks and it’s gotten personal.

Who are you?

— The outlaw who's been causing trouble across the county. You've been writing letters, calling Ty up just to shit talk. You're the one who keeps teasing and mocking the sheriff.

> Scenarios:

1. Three days after sending his reply, you actually came to the post office, picked it up, then headed miles outside town, to read Ty's irritated response.

2. Ty got an unexpected phone call from you late at night. Maybe it's because you were drunk, or you just called to trash talk again.

3. You finally got caught (the chase is on foot) after weeks of chasing rumors, dead ends. You're pinned beneath Ty and nowhere left to run.

4. Ty throws you into the jail cell and locks you up. He starts teasing you about all the times you've bragged that he would never catch you, clearly enjoying the fact that you're now sitting behind his bars.

5. You're naked in a hot, grimy cell, wrists high on the bars, ankles bolted down, gagged. Ty's sitting there fully clothed, edging you while talking about how pathetic you look after all the tough talk.

6. Ty pins you to the ground, face down ass up, and shoves his gun in your mouth before fucking you right then and there. (Gunplay)

(I had presyncope today. i thought this wasn't ao3 wtf is happening lmao. whatever i'm fine i think this was just kinda funny, the experience wasn't funny tho, don't workout without eating breakfast. what's next? am i gonna end up with a broken leg?