#this is @strade obviously

[hiskillingjar]

Body Worship (Strade/MC)

day 29: body worship second person. cw for general discussion of weight/body image, but very VERY positive context

"Do we have any more of that cheesecake you made?"

Strade mused, idly picking his teeth as he stood in front of the refrigerator, inspecting the contents with a scrutinous gaze. 

He'd only just eaten dinner, relaxing into the evening (evidenced by his lazily unbuttoned overshirt and general drowsy demeanor), but was clearly eager for something else to sate his hunger.

Whatever hunger which might have been left over from a big dinner, anyway.

"Hm?" You glanced up from your book, something in German that you were trying to understand (you swore it was getting better, despite how much Strade teased your bad pronunciation), sitting up in your tall seat at the kitchen island, crossing and uncrossing your ankles as you swung your legs underneath it. "Oh, uh, I'm not sure. It might be on the top shelf if it's anywhere. Or Ren finished it off when he stopped streaming earlier."

"He better not have, I was saving it." He murmured through the side of his mouth, sifting through the fridge. "Hmm...ah, here we are!" He said triumphantly with a smile, pulling out a metal pan and setting it on the kitchen island as he looked for a plate and cutlery to eat the rest of the dessert. 

There was still a quarter of the cake left, topped off with a thick swirl of whipped cream, a spoonful of tinner cherries, and oozing cherry red syrup that trickled over the white cream and whipped topping. Captivity gave you a lot of time to pursue some of your abandoned hobbies, whether that be reading, writing, or scratching the one or two sadistic inclinations you had. Baking had been one of them though, and your 'housemates' seemed to enjoy your new hobby almost as much as you did.

At least, Strade's slightly bigger trouser size showed you how much he enjoyed it.

"Now, do I be nice and leave half for Ren?" Strade mused as he set the plate down next to the pan and idly tapped the teaspoon against his bottom lip. "Or do I finish it off myself?"

"I mean, I wouldn't put it past you to finish it," You replied with a little shrug and a slight smirk, shaking your head. "But I can make something else this weekend if you go on a grocery run, so he won't complain about missing out on sweets." Strade didn't need any more convincing as he scooped the thick slice of cake from the pan and set it on his plate. "Maybe a Black Forest cake? I still have some cherries left."

"Very tempting," He hummed with an indulgent smile, cutting off a hunk of the cheesecake with the edge of his spoon and taking a big bite. He moaned softly, lowly, at the very back of his throat, letting out a long sigh through his nose as his eyes slid shut and he lowered his fist to the counter a few times, telling you without words how good he thought the cheesecake was. "Mmm...that's delicious." He raised the spoon to his lips again to lick off the whipped cream. "You've really been outdoing yourself lately, liebling . You'd make a fantastic housewife~"

You let out a huff and rolled your eyes as he snickered away, crossing your arms over your chest, though you couldn't help a little smile coming to your flushed face at the pseudo-compliment.

"I guess I'll have to make that Black Forest cake then..." You murmured, eyes shyly flitting back down to your book as he continued to eat, ever indulgent in his moans and groans.

"Oooh, don't tempt me, you little devil. I love Black Forest cake." He murmured around the spoon with a similar smirk, licking his lips as he pulled it back, his golden eyes admiring the clean metal. "Mm...although," He looked thoughtful as he brought the spoon to his lips again, teasing the edge with his teeth. "I have put on some weight lately," He then said with a huff, leaning against the island. "Maybe I should work out...or stop eating all of your sweets."

He contradicted himself quickly by taking another bite of cake though, which made you chuckle and shake your head again.

"I mean, I think it looks good on you," You murmured with a slight smile, keeping your eyes down on your book, not quite wanting to meet his gaze just yet as you read and reread the same line a few times. "A little more meat to your bones...it suits you."

You weren't lying either. 

In the years of knowing Strade and seeing him pack on a few pounds since he'd stopped working on the streams in such a hands-on way, leaving that responsibility to Ren, you had found that you sort of liked the weight gain. 

You admired the roll of tan, hair-fuzzed fat that fell over his (smaller) trouser waistband before he had sized up. You liked the way his shirt was slowly pulling tighter and tighter over his soft chest, the buttons straining just to contain him. You enjoyed the way his face had softened a little, looking rounder, his wrinkles becoming less pronounced despite getting older alongside you.

Interrupting your train of thought with a soft clatter of metal against porcelain, Strade raised a dark brow towards you, almost willing you to continue.

"And what do you mean by that?" He asked, tilting his head and taking another bite of the cake.

"Ah...w-well," You stammered nervously, reaching up to idly scratch your neck. "I just think you look good a little heavier. More filled up, more commanding. And, like, really handsome." You murmured the final words, as your cheeks flushed darker and your eyes flitted to the side shyly, still not daring to meet his gaze.

"Aw...how sweet," Strade raised both brows with an amused chuckle, finishing off the slice of cake and pushing aside the plate as he crossed his thick arms over his chest, leaning on the counter, his back bent as he idly swept crumbs and cream from his bottom lip with his thumb. "You think I'm handsome, do you?"

"I mean...that's obvious, isn't it?" You replied, your voice still just as soft as your eyes followed his thumb as he raised it to his lips again, and sucked it clean. 

"Is it?" He cocked his head inquisitively with a broader smile. "How about you show me how handsome you think I am?"

"Huh?" You glanced up, swallowing a little tightly. "Show you?"

"Show me," He said again with an easy shrug, before standing up straight again and pacing closer towards you, one hip resting on the marble counter. "Show me how handsome you think I am, liebling ...in a way I know you can."

You gulped again, idly gnawing your lip, though you didn't hesitate for long before you slid off of the tall, kitchen island stool and sank down to your knees in front of Strade. Nervously, your hands shaking slightly as you moved them, you bracketed your palms on Strade's full hips, gently resting them on each side before slowly beginning to move them down his legs, down his soft thighs, and spanning around them, almost groping the soft (and yet firm, muscled, demonstrating his strength and stability) flesh underneath.

"Mm," Strade let out a soft grunt, watching you as his golden eyes softened with lust (crinkling in the corner), hungrily taking in every inch of your trembling body as it kneeled before his, demonstrating your submission and subservience to him. 

There was, no doubt, a hint of desperation in your eyes when you looked up at him, noticing the hunger and lust in his eyes when they met yours and twitched, playfully, like he was testing you. Swallowing again, you leaned forward on your knees, your breathing picking up as you pressed your cheek against the soft cushion of his belly, feeling his warmth, his humanity, enough to make you tremble.

Strade let out a pleased growl, one hand sinking into your hair, tangling tight as it wrapped around his palm, as he reached down with the other to slowly unzip his trousers, slipping a hand into his boxers and squeezing his cock.

"Keep going," He murmured, petting your hair. "I know you can. I know you want to."

The feeling of being able to arouse Strade with little to no effort (at least, this felt like very little effort at this point, you were so far gone) made a tingle run through your spine, and you were eager to continue.

Taking both hands from his hips, you reached up to slowly unbutton the buttons at the bottom of his shirt, biting your lip as your gaze occasionally flitted forward to watch him jerk off, in front of your face, your waiting eyes, to your worship. 

Once the shirt was open, exposing his soft stomach, straining beneath his tight black undershirt (which was riding up, almost pornographically), you found that you were almost salivating just looking at him, in all of his glory, which made him laugh, low and charming and so unbearably attractive (and fuck him for being so attractive).

"I'd almost say 'my eyes are up here'," He commented with a salacious smirk, chiding your obvious arousal despite being so amused by it, tucking his trousers down so that he could pull out his hard, weeping cock, which you eagerly started to dote on with kisses and kitten licks (which he let you do, thankfully.) "But, ah, I really can't oppose to someone looking at me like that...it's pretty sexy. Makes me feel pretty powerful." He pulled your head back for a moment, narrowing his eyes as you strained in his grip. "Tell me, fraulein ...what's gotten you so excited, hm? Why do you like my body so much?"

"Mmm, I like it when you push me down...ah," You gasped softly as he tugged on your hair, desperately trying to yearn forward to lick and suckle on his cock. "I like how much bigger you are than me. I like how small you make me feel when you're on top of me."

"Oh...so you like it when I'm pressing against you. When you can feel my weight on top of you." Statements, not questions. "What is it, honey, are you just in love with my body?" He whispered hotly, as he rubbed his drooling cock against your cheek, smearing pre-cum down your skin and staining you with his sex.

"Yes, yes...I adore it..." You insisted, your breathing growing heavy and your eyes hungry as you looked up at him with something close to awe.

"Mmm~" He groaned, smiling down at you like a predator looking down at willing prey. "Say it again for me...say that you love my body. Say that you love that it's so big and heavy. Tell me how much you adore it."

"I love your body," You said, your eyes widening with feral hunger as you keened against his grip on your hair, wanting to be even closer, as much as he would let you. "I love how big you are, how heavy you are...it's so fucking sexy..."

"You're a few inches taller than me, you know? Or at least, you were." He replied with another laugh, before rolling his eyes and biting his lip, letting you keen forward to tongue the head of his cock, and grunting softly as the stimulation. "Mph...you want me to just...pin you down and press you against the mattress, eh? Throw you around like you're nothing? Make you feel tiny and submissive underneath me?" 

"Always," You said softly, your breath a little short, hot against his cock. "You know I always do...it's all I want."

"Well, since I'm so nice, I can do that for you, baby..." He crooned, running his tongue over his teeth. "You get to be all mine since you're so fucking eager for it."

"God, yes," You moaned a little desperately, pulling at his grip on your hair with a desperate whimper, fighting against him to taste his cock. "I want it, I want it, I want it..."

"Go on then. Take my cock, like the good girl I know you are..."

When he finally allowed you to lean in and take his cock in your mouth, you moaned deeply as you took it down, your eyes rolling backward in your head as he took your head in both hands and started to buck into your mouth.

With another low groan and a muttered string of words in German, he jutted his hips forward sharply, burying himself halfway down your throat. You groaned again at the familiar weight of his thick cock on your tongue, your nose buried against coarse dark pubic hair, as his belly slammed up against your face, making your breathing even more of a challenge.

But god, like you fucking cared.

This was probably as close to Heaven as you were ever going to get. You would take it, and you'd take it fucking happily.

You moaned and whined eagerly against him as soon as you were able to, a deep sound rumbling from the bottom of your chest as your entire body trembled against the cold kitchen floor.

With both hands now gripped tightly in your hair, pulling, making your scalp ache, Strade then pushed himself (somehow) deeper down your throat and you could feel your throat close tightly around his cock as he hit your gag reflex, your lips, your tongue convulsing underneath him as your body strained to accommodate him. You swallowed hard around him, just trying to get used to the intrusion and at that moment, even you could admit that you were struggling to breathe when he was pushing so deep.

You just did your best to move in time with his desperate, erratic thrusts, your eyes squeezed shut and tears leaking down your cheeks as more and more drool streamed down your chin, coating his cock and pooling down your chest, but making his constant thrusting a little easier on your poor jaw.

He fucked your face like it was a toy, a plaything, like you were only there to pleasure him. 

And you liked it that way, you always had, especially with him. 

You liked the brutal treatment, when he pushed so deeply down your throat that you almost started to retch around him, and you liked it, even more, when he didn't stop, when even your desperate gagging wasn't enough to put him off. 

You choked, your body spasmed plenty, but you never pulled away from him, and he never stopped. 

In a scenario like this, that almost felt like an achievement. 

You're not sure how you were supposed to feel when you felt his cum on your tongue, when you felt him pull your head back and force your mouth open to stare at the fluid on your tongue, drooling from your lips.

Strade smirked triumphantly, pleased to lay claim on you as he had done so many times before, running his thumb over your bottom lip before he brought it to his own lips, sucking a smear of cum from his skin.

"So sweet," He murmured, his own gaze as adoring as someone like him could be. "So good for me. You always are."

[shocked-collar]

im feeling vicious today so i’ll say it: I think the “drama” surrounding the Gommene Gommene game was not only stupid but also dumb.

[notanotherdexaccount]

would be cool if there was a rq acct that does those name title pronouns packs but you can specify your transIDs. so if you're transgerman, do common German names. if you're transbpd, you can specify you'd like names inspired by BPD characters you relate to. ik the obvious answer is that I could do it, bc I have the idea but honestly? I'm barely able to function rn and I'd rather use the mental energy to like. enjoy crochet and educational content.

[threeyrslost]

Fem Strade Art Block Art Dump

+ Sketches!

It’s okay! Not my fav obviously because I have some blockage going on, but I hope you guys like her nonethelessssss <3 Will probably draw her again when I’m not suffering ACCKKKK

[0viraptoraskblog]

Does Fox cry and if so, why?

Not really, I don’t think. Young Ren used to cry all the time. There used to be moments where he, even after starting his streams and being on his way to becoming Fox, cried over Strade. There was just too many emotions to cope with. But nowadays, I think he’s pushed those emotions so far back into his mind that he doesn’t think about them anymore. He’s got a good thing going now, and revisiting those emotional scars is just a pointless exercise.

Obviously he’s not a robot; I’m not saying he never cries at all. He’ll shed some tears here and there for normal things. I think sometimes he might cry during sad movies (very rarely. But if he was really invested in the story or something. It’s happened). If he gets really really hurt, the pain might make him cry. General stuff.

But actual, serious crying? He makes an effort to avoid that at this point in his life.

[gurokiitty]

Three words here me out:

Strade

Wedding

Angst

a/n: i'm listening, anon !! 👂 👂 👂 ren is here too becoz why not

JUST THE THREE OF US

{ strade x ren hana x f! reader }

word count: 1.4k

warnings/tags: angst, forced "marriage", physical and psychological abuse, tongue mutilation, blood, forced intimacy (kissing), may be kinda ooc for strade?

As the morning dawned, a single ray of light sneaked through the boarded-up window, casting a thin strip of illumination across the dusty floor. It travelled slowly, like a silent, ethereal intruder in the otherwise shadowed space. You watched it crawl up to your legs, highlighting the bruises and scars marking your skin, as well as the bandages wrapped around your foot— a mocking beacon of faint hope in the dim room.

Beside you, Ren sat stiffly. His usual poise was marred by anxiety, evident by the way his ears flattened against his head each time his gaze darted to the heavy door.

Soon, the sound of footsteps approached and the door creaked open. Strade entered with a twisted smile, holding two garments. For you, a faded white dress— obviously a thrift store find— yet it held a semblance of what could have been a bride’s traditional attire. For Ren, one of Strade's old suits, dusty and unworn.

"Time to get ready," he announced, his voice echoing slightly in the cramped space. "Don’t take too long. We wouldn’t want to keep the big day waiting." His smile widened as he tossed the garments onto the bed, pausing briefly at the doorway to give one last look before turning to leave.

As the door clicked shut behind him, you exchanged a brief, fraught glance with Ren, his eyes mirroring your turmoil. The preparations were mechanical; the simple acts of bathing and dressing became an attempt to maintain a shred of normalcy.

In the small bathroom, you sat in the tub and cleaned yourself carefully below the neck. Each stroke on your skin felt like an attempt to erase the gruelling memories of the past days. The water ran pink, mingling dust and sweat with blood— a stark reminder of the reality you couldn't completely wash away.

The ordeal felt more surreal as you dried yourself and slipped the dress over your head. It hung loose on your frame, the soft material grazing your skin in unfamiliar, almost comforting touches. You looked into the fogged mirror, wiping away the condensation to see yourself. Your reflection was simple yet transformative, and for a fleeting moment, you recognized a shadow of the person you once were.

Stepping back into the room, you noticed Ren standing before a full-length mirror, smoothing his hair. He turned his head slightly as you approached, his suit hanging loosely on his frame. The mismatched fit would have been almost comical if not for the gravity of the situation. You caught his eye through the mirror and his ears perked up slightly.

His gaze lingered before he forced a smile and turned to adjust the collar of his ill-fitting suit. "It doesn't quite feel like a celebration, does it?"

You approached him slowly, the fabric of the white dress whispering against the floor. "No, but we'll get through this. Just like we've gotten through everything else." You replied, your voice steadier than you felt.

"I know we will. It's just..." His voice trailed off as he met your eyes in the mirror again, searching for an assurance neither of you could truly provide.

You reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder, feeling the coarse fabric under your fingertips. "We'll find a way out. Together." It was a promise, a thin thread of hope you both clung to, even as doubt whispered in the back of your minds.

The ceremony that awaited you was nothing short of a macabre performance, orchestrated by Strade for his twisted enjoyment. As you descended the stairs, the ceremonial charade Strade had set up in the living room revealed itself. A crude altar stood at the end, draped in an old tablecloth and surrounded by a few flickering candles.

Strade's presence, polished yet sinister in a crisp, red suit, only heightened the surrealism of the moment. His hair was neatly styled, transforming him into a figure vastly different from the one you knew. Yet, as the candlelight danced across his face, it illuminated his familiar smile while he puffed on a cigar; the smoke curling around him like a visible sneer.

"You two clean up nice," he mused, a sinister melody in his voice. "My beautiful bride and my handsome groom, all dolled up for our big day." His smirk widened as he exhaled, the cigar's scent mingling with the stale air.

Then, Strade stepped forward, positioning himself by the makeshift altar. "Let’s begin, shall we?" He said, taking the cigar between his fingers and clearing his throat.

“Während manche sagen, dass es zwei braucht, um eine Ehe zu schließen, / While some say it takes two to make a marriage,” he began, "Wir drei sind ein Leben lang verbunden. / The three of us are bound together for a lifetime."

His smile twisted further as he concluded in a chilling tone, "In life and death, our fates are forever intertwined."

As you stood there, facing Strade in his unnervingly handsome guise, a mixture of dread and despair settled heavily in your stomach. His eyes, sharp and calculating, skimmed over you and Ren, taking in every detail of your forced readiness.

“Now let's get to the good part, huh?” his voice dropped to a husky whisper as he closed the distance between you; his movements poised yet predatory. He reached out suddenly, gripping your chin with a firmness that made your heart skip.

“A little token to commemorate our day,” he murmured before his lips pressed briefly against yours. His touch was cold, his fingers clamping your jaw as he pulled away.

Before you could react, Strade's hand moved to your mouth, prying it open, his fingers pressing against your lips. Dread washed over you as he withdrew a small knife from his suit pocket. The sheen of the blade caught the flickering candlelight as he unsheathed it, his eyes never leaving yours. You could feel Ren's gaze burning into you, a silent plea for mercy mirrored in his expression.

Strade's grip on your chin tightened as he brought the blade closer to your trembling lips, positioning it at the center of your tongue. Without hesitation, he made a long, deliberate cut down the median sulcus, the cold steel slicing through the soft flesh. Pain seared through you as blood began to pool in your mouth, spilling down your chin in thick rivulets, and staining the white of your dress.

You could hear Ren's sharp intake of breath, his own fate mirrored in the cruel twist of Strade's lips. The room seemed to spin, the weight of your shared agony pressing down on you like a suffocating blanket.

Strade then turned to Ren, who had watched the ordeal with horror etched deeply into his features. Ren’s attempts to protest were muffled by Strade’s swift and brutal actions, repeating the gruesome act. The immediate flow of blood now tied your pains together in the most visceral way possible.

With a monstrous grin, he forced you and Ren to face each other, pushing you two into a proximity that felt both intrusive and intimate. "Now, kiss," he commanded, his voice low.

You reached up, your hands trembling as they framed Ren's face, your thumbs brushing against his cheeks. You could feel his muscles tense under your touch.

Reluctantly, painfully, you leaned towards him, the coppery taste of blood mingling as your lips met. The kiss was soft at first, almost hesitant, but you pressed closer and your wounded tongues touched. The pain sparked again, more intensely, as you both stifled a groan. Blood mixed with saliva, creating a bond that was as real as it was enforced, painting your lips and trickling down in a slow, warm drip that met the front of your dress.

You could feel Ren's breath hitch, his hands coming up to rest hesitantly on your hips, his touch light, as if afraid to cause more pain— or perhaps more connection. The kiss deepened slightly, not out of desire but out of a desperate need to find solace in your shared suffering.

“This is what binds us together,” Strade remarked, “Not just some vows or rings, but blood, pain, and fear. You two are mine, in every way that counts.”

Finally, you pulled away, and the string of blood that had connected you broke, leaving only a sticky residue on your lips.

[rosieveltsworld]

Okay listen, what I love about BTD kid au is that Strade, rire, & sano were friends ever since childhood. I mean it's adorable if you actually think about it 😂

I do have a headcannon story that I would like to tell you all so feel free to read this!

I still don't know how the three met, it's kind of like that one trio where they don't even know how they met each other in the first place so let's just go with that. But I'd figured it would go something like this.

Story: Strade was an only child and had no friends due to his behavior. He met sano when he was around probably 6-7 who was stuck in a pond with ropes around his tail (Sano). Strade upon seeing a young boy with a snake tail, was curious and decided to help him...but the two ended up in the rope and it took 2 hours for them to get themselves free. Strade and sano became friends after that and strade didn't even bother asking about why sano had a tail.

The next part is where the two met rire which is kind of in a weird way. Strade got home from his kindergarten and decided to play with sano as the two were close, sano has an idea to summon a demon, which wasn't normal for a child to say that but hey, he's a naga demon so what do you expect? Anyway, they summoned a demon and you might be asking how and why they did it. Well one; They were pretty dumb kids and also just curious, two; Sano found rire's 'symbol' online for odd reasons and decided to try it. They successfully summoned kid rire but...they interrupted his tea time which made the demon prince angry (Btw he's a prince because his family is still alive, so he ain't the demon king yet). After a full on rampage that goes on for about a few hours, they were able to come into an agreement to become friends.

Childhood Moments: Strade, Rire, & Sano would build their own treehouse in their old neighborhood where they used to live, and they would make the treehouse pretty big. Of course the three had their own rooms and storage for their own stuff, by this time strade had an old camcorder, so he used it to create videos and/or memories of their childhood.

The three would go on adventures and weird places or even terrifying ones. Strades parents never really paid any attention to him so they didn't care if he left the house. Strade likes to draw or doodle in his free time, so he draws a lot of art of him, rire and sano. Sano and strade likes to pull pranks on rire. For example one time, they did a water bucket challenge but instead of it being normal cold water, it was holy water which burned poor kid rire skin. Of course he was not happy, but don't worry...he got his revenge.

Another childhood memory is that the three would occasionally watch horror films like slasher films. Especially paranormal activity, every time there is a demon or spirit that is possessing a person, sano and strade were pretty much scared while rire happily watches the scene. BUTTTT, when it comes to the exorcist scenes...Rire would immediately hold his friends with his tentacles while hiding behind them😂😂 (inspo from the photo above)

Another time, sano and strade did a research and they read that in old Russian ancient times, there used to be a saying that brownies could scare off evil spirits or demons. And so...they tried it on rire, the results did not disappoint them. The moment they bought a brownie cake and placed it on the table in front of rire...the poor boy disappeared. Which confused the two at first, but then they realized it actually works! Rire would stay in hell until he knows for sure, that the brownies were gone.

Treehouse: The treehouse that they built in the forest is still there standing stable till this day, and that treehouse holds a lot of childhood memory. Strade Sano & Rire would often sleep in that treehouse as their comfort zone and also since it's the place they mostly hang out in. They carved their names on the treehouse door, something like this; "LR+SK+S" Which obviously means in order; "Lucien Rire+Sano Kojima+Strade". Of course soon strade had to move out of his old town and so did sano and rire. They left their old treehouse but kept their stuff there.

Present: Whenever Y/N is free they sometimes go to the Kojima brothers house just to hangout or sleep over. One day they stumbled upon an old photo of the main trio. Rire in the center, strade on his left side and sano on his right side. The photo looked like it was taken a few years back and Y/N was able to open the frame and found a note attached to the back of the photo which had coordinates, which if your guessing correctly; Leads to their old treehouse. Akira & Y/N visited that place and found the treehouse with all of their stuff still there in the same places where they left it. And if they went all the way to the back, they would find a wooden box container which is filled with many cassette tapes and writing of dates. Strade would record those childhood videos and put them on cassette tapes so there was a lot of them. Of course, Y/N & Akira ended up watching some of the videos in the end and didn't bother telling sano, strade, or rire.

Anyway that's pretty much my version of the BTD main trio kid AU. Let me now which one should I do next down below here ⬇️⬇️⬇️

(Btw, credits to the art above belongs to @darqx)

[gentlysable]

there's a voice in my head and it keeps uttering "cowboy strade..... cowboy strade" so obviously i gave in

+closeups and an extra doodle

[hiskillingjar]

Nipple Play (Strade/MC)

third person. female mc with discussions of pregnancy, sex work and drugs. some strade backstory and beginning developments into being insane <3

"Are you pregnant?"

The prostitute on the bed looked up at him, raising a pencilled on brow as she unbuckled her bra, her heavy breasts sagging down and around her middle, pillowy and soft with fat.

She knew how this worked. She wasn't going to fuck around and be polite to him, just because he had paid her.

"Ja. Four months along.” She nodded, sitting back on the bed and crossing her legs over the edge of it, full flesh still clad in sheer nylon. “How did you notice?"

"I'm good at noticing that kind of thing,” Strade replied, giving her a charming, if slightly buzzed, smile and cocking his head to the side. It was his first night in Berlin, he had scored some high quality ecstasy at the club, and he was eager to fuck the night away, even if he had to pay for the privilege. “Why are you still working if you're pregnant?"

"Why are you asking?" She asked, giving him a sour expression that worked well on her sheet-white face of paint and powder.

"Consider me curious.” He chuckled, taking a step closer and unbuckling his belt. “So, why are you still working?"

The prostitute crossed her arms over her breasts, her painted mouth twisting into a somewhat annoyed expression.

"I can't afford not to, obviously." She said curtly, her attitude dismissive, while her body opened up for him, uncrossing her legs and placing them both on the ground so she could open her legs gradually as he got closer to her.

"Mmh, I suppose you're right.” He said with a sympathetic click of his tongue, placing a knee onto the bed and between her thighs, and subtly urging her back against the mattress, hovering above her. The nylon in her tights stretched as she spread her legs further apart, and though he wanted to tear them open himself, he resisted the urge. He had to have some decorum on his first night out. “It's a shame you're not getting the support you need. A pregnant woman shouldn't be...ah, whoring herself out, ja?""

"Evolutionsbremse, do not try and Pretty Woman me.” She bit back, just as curtly, sitting up underneath him and bringing her face close to his. She smelled of powder and musk this close. “I don't need your sympathy."

"Hah, you're so feisty. I love it!" Strade laughed heartily, giving his head a little shake. "You will get, ah, no sympathy from me, I promise you."

She let out a huff and lay back on the bed, resting her hands on her slightly swollen tummy.

"Right," She murmured, rubbing the tight skin absentmindedly, her painted nails idly grazing the thick veins, and Strade couldn't stop himself from staring at the thoughtless motion.

Even when she was only four months pregnant (not even halfway done with the process) and clearly didn't have much of an attachment to the thing growing inside of her, she instantly knew to put a barrier between the child and a stranger who might harm it. She just had that instinct to do it, without anyone telling her to and learning the reasons why.

She just did.

People were so fascinating, and he was learning so much about them, being in such close proximity to them now.

He was eager to find out more.

"Hey," He said after a beat of quiet, tilting his head again and drawing his belt from his pants. "I don't suppose I can suck on your chest, can I?"

She was pulled back into the present and blinked up at him, utterly confused.

"Suck on my chest?" She said, peering down at her heaving breasts for a moment, before looking back at him.

"Mm, try to feed from you." He explained with a nod, speaking like his motivations should have been quite obvious. Wasn't that the first thing you asked of a pregnant sex worker? "You don't mind, do you?"

"That's...very weird," She replied with a little roll of her dark eyes, though she manoeuvred herself into the best position to raise her hips and let him drag down her tights and her panties as he wanted.

She might have had her tastes, but it seemed that those weren't going to get in the way of a job.

"I'm sure it's not the weirdest thing you've been asked to do." He said absentmindedly with a teasing smirk. He tossed aside the nylon and cotton and looking back at her, his dark brow twitching upwards with amusement and anticipation. "Can I?"

She pressed her painted lips together in a tight line, her eyes going up to the popcorn ceiling of the motel room, before she let out a huff.

"...Fine," She grumbled softly. "But it'll be another fifty marks."

"Ah, you are an expensive date," Strade grinned. 

Still, he didn't murmur a word of complaint about the increased price as he reached up to cup her heavy breasts, idly pinching both of the prostitute's nipples, soft and dark, and rolling them between his thick forefinger and thumb, until they slowly started to fatten and harden.

"Mmh," She moaned weakly, lids fluttering and her chest keening forward, trembling all over, and seemingly not noticing when a bead of pale fluid was squeezed from her nipple and ran down her soft breast.

"There we go," Strade murmured, his voice thick with desire, watching intently as the drip of breast milk ran in between the valley of her soft breasts, his mouth watering for it. "Perfect."

Before he had the chance to ask again, his mouth clamped down firmly on the sensitive peaks, sucking them hard with wet kisses and quasi-bites, and circling a pierced tongue around the puffy, plump flesh. He appreciated it all the more when each of the soft nubs continued to harden and swell against his tongue, and his mouth was filled with the sweet taste of her milk.

The sounds of his appreciation were lewd and messy, almost obscene - and he was enjoying it all the more because of it.

"Ugh, fuck." She groaned loudly, pushing a hand into Strade's tangled hair, the other reaching down to his skinny hip as he forced her legs to part even further, and nudged at the crease in her panties with the head of his cock.

Though sex wasn't all that interesting to Strade right now. 

He was much more interested in seeing how much further he could go with this.

"Yeah, you like that now, don't you?" He murmured hotly, pinching the one nipple that was not in his mouth and squeezing more, eager little drops of breast milk now leaking down the prostitute's full chest and her soft middle. "Good girl."

"Mmf, that's so sensitive." Her eyes rolled back into her head, looking just as Gothic as the rest of her, as she pushed her chest firmly against his mouth, seeking more of the heat, more of the everything.

Strade said nothing more, but suckled and kissed hungrily, switching between one breast and the other like a man starved. 

 "Nghh, don't bite!" She then complained suddenly, giving his hair a sharp yank and tugging him away from her chest when she felt the scrape of his teeth against her skin.

"My apologies," He breathed hard as she yanked him away again, finding his own lids fluttering slightly at the sharp pain in his scalp. It felt pretty good. "I get a little excited."

"Well, settle down," She chided lightly, before letting go of his hair and allowing him to continue his 'worship'. She even pushed her panties aside and allowing him entrance into her satisfyingly wet cunt, though he wasn't nearly as intent on fucking her as he had been. "And, fuck, ah...l-let's just have our fun without anyone getting hurt, ja?"

"Mmf," Strade hummed in seeming acquiescence, though he was busy feeding from the prostitute's dripping chest, sucking hard on the nipple in his mouth, rolling it on his tongue, before he finally clamped down on the soft flesh, again, all teeth, tasting a thick mix of the breast milk and blood ooze over his tongue.

"I'm sure if I paid you enough, you'd let me get away with what I want."

[shocked-collar]

//should i make a sideblog so i can post away from rp stuff

[playerprincess]

GERMAN WOMAN WANTS DISGUSTING GERMAN MAN (NOT CLICKBAIT)

And doesn’t know what to do about it

Dear Btd/tpof fandom I seek your advice

I’ve been playing with the thought of getting into Btd/Tpof recently but I am unsure for various reasons. If anyone has the time to read through it all I‘d appreciate it :]

First of all I am not a minor, I am 20yrs old so that’s not an issue.

The story of the games intrigues me, and more so the different characters. Here is where the problem starts: I am very sensitive. Anything regarding t*rtute is usually completely off the table for me. I’ve already read through the trigger warnings and seen some of the cutscenes, and while I do find it a bit gross, I am still kind of curious about it. I feel like Btd/Tpof could be a safe and harmless way to kind of face my irrational fear of being harmed. I am particularly interested in Strade and Ren (the most gruesome guy, idk either), but I don’t know if this curiosity should be sated. I don’t condone their actions and real life and to be frank, I kind of feel a bit 'disgusted' by my want to know more about these games. On the other hand, maybe it would do me good to get in touch with the more 'darker' sides of myself. I know all of this is fictional and I’d never defend it.

I am unsure if I should indulge myself or rather keep my hands off it. I feel like most people have very personal reasons for playing this type of game, so I‘d like to know if it has helped anyone confront their Trauma or anything similar.

I will probably discuss this with my therapist as well, but I‘d like your thoughts.

At the end of the day it’s obviously my decision, I‘m an adult, but I‘d still like to know what others think. Thank you for participating if you do, u guys r pretty chill from what I‘ve seen so far :p

You can reblog or dm me I don’t mind either <3

Edit: perhaps I should clarify: I am very aware Btd is a fetish game. I‘m interested in that sort of stuff, I‘m just new to getting to know this type of desire. Dunno if it’s related but I have my fair share of trauma (including SA), I‘m just worried if this will affect my mental illnesses somehow :]

[theshypinkflower]

Where do u think dereks route is happening? Sahara? Or other desert?

Ahem.

This hesdcanon is based off a theory I had a long time ago. Instead of BTD 1 taking place in Canada, I suggested it took place in the United Statss. Due to the fact there's a bar called "Route 66" which is famously a United States historical highway for those who dont know. It also just made sense cause why would CANADA have something based off the United States. There a multiple states along Route 66 but I landed on the idea of Texas, due to Vincent being Texan, Texas having Germanic history, and also it's far away enough from Ren's village pre-Strade.

With that in mind I've come up with two possible solutions for where the desert gang visit.

1) Somewhere in the Chihuahan desert border

Now obviously when I say this I dont mean the EXACT Texas Mexico border. More like the Chihuahahn desert. Originally I suggested Mexico but considering TPOF would take place in 2050 (assuming BTD 1 takes place in 2016) i thinks it fair to say NONE of the desert members would have an easy time getting across the border. Although Mexico would be more ideal (if they coukd get away with it) because im pretty sure if anyone started hearing someone scream they'd immediately run back inside (probbaly cause they'd think its the cartel). But kinda hard to do with America in the way. So its fair to say it kinda has to reside within the United States. Seriously, each of them would have a difficult time going from Canada all the way down to even Texas. They'd definitely be stopped before they even reached New York for Christ sake. West Texas is empty enough that you'd be walking for a long time before reaching civilization (or water).

2) Mojave, Great Basin, or Sonoran desert

These deserts are all close together, just surrounded by more states. Honestly suggesting Derek and Dean are Californian isnt that bad of an idea too. I haven't been to these areas but I imagine they should be pretty vast. I dont know how empty the middle of the desert is. Honestly it's hard to pick when all of these deserts have canyons AND pools of water like the ones shown in game. Gato really decided to make it hard for a nerd like me. These deserts aren't bad ideas but they are significantly smaller compared to the Chihuahan. It's not a bad idea i just prefer the Chihuhahan since its significantly bigger.

Honestly, I could try booting up my TPOF save and do some serious math. Try and look at sun patterns to determine where we are and what season we're in (and maybe cross reference the lizard we find) but im literally at work so im not doing all that right now lmao

TLDR: Chihuahan Desert

[anatryhard]

I never thought I'd ever end up animating Strade with Patrick Bateman's voice lines yet here we are.

I wanted to do a little silly oc x canon shitpost before I get to actual work and this felt like a fresh breath of air🦭

Self insert belongs obviously to me but Strade belongs to @/gatobob !!!

[mustystrade]

When do you think YKMET will be released? Everyone says summer of 2025 but I'm looking at the website and it says AT LATEST spring 2025. Everything seems to be progressing pretty well, I'd be surprised if all the art wasn't finished by end of dec. I don't know how long everything else will take, but hopefully not too long since it's still marked as in the red which i can only assume is little to no progress on it.

i really have no idea honestly! obviously i hope its going to be done as sson as possible!! im so exited to see all th enew routes for strade and all the art!

if i rememeber correvt there would also be a ykmet lawrence and ren.. if im going to be honest i really hope she works on the lawrence version first we got enough ren already lolol

[0viraptoraskblog]

how would BTD characters react to tall partners who are female? let's say the girl is 5'6 - 6 feet tall (something in between or even taller) ty for your blog. take care of yourself

Gato actually had an ask like that! I’ll show those and add my own headcanons too :)

Maybe as a partner/pet specifically, I think Strade would enjoy it. It’s not that he’d seek it out, but now he has someone who’s smaller than him (Ren) and someone who’s bigger. More opportunities and fun things to try!

Self explanatory, I would have said the same thing ;)

Fox especially would love a partner who’s taller than him. Not only does he like the size difference, but knowing that he successfully ‘trained’ someone who’s possibly stronger than him is an ego boost. Not that he needs one, but still.

IF he paid attention, I think he’d have the same focuses he normally would; they’re just a little different because you’re taller. How are your bones different? Is the height more from your legs or your torso? Does it change how you move at all (if you’re allowed to move)? He focuses on those kinds of things rather than the traditional ones. Because he’s Lawrence.

I think as a partner, Celia *might* prefer someone shorter than her, just because of that competitive feeling, but it’s not a strong preference. I think if she already was attached to you, and you happened to be tall, she’d be indifferent.

I don’t have much to say with Derek, but.. I think if he had a tall female MC then he might subconsciously be nicer when talking about women. I say subconsciously because he would never admit that he’s intimidated by you, so it’s not intentional. And it’s not by much, obviously, but a little. (I’m not saying he’s sexist or anything, he’s just.. offensive to everyone in every possible way. You know?)

Also self explanatory, and this makes you more likely to become a partner— he’s more likely to fall in love if he sees you as an equal, not prey, and the first step is to best him.