Ren falling in love with the new captive headcanons
Based on the "Strade keeps you!" ending
When Strade kept you, he still had Ren. Apart of him hoped for some drama, some tension, but to his surprise, Ren took a liking to his new plaything.
TW : Kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, mentions of murder, violence, mentions of noncon, anything that btd has, general nsfw stuff
Well, well, well, how the turned tables....
Ren originally had mixed feelings about a new captive
Despite all the things that Strade has put him through, he's very possessive of his attention and can become easily jealous of another pet
But when you lean towards Ren for companionship, he can't deny that he almost gets high off the feeling
Attention? That's not him getting beaten up? AMAZING GET HIM MORE OF THAT
He's very hesitant around you at first, especially since he's worried that Strade will get mad if he thinks you're both conspiring
In the game, if you're nice to him, he'll help your wounds, so I can see him at the very least doing that, before scurrying off somewhere else
Moments with him are mostly spent in silence, perhaps with quiet reassurance from him, as well as tips on how to avoid Strade's "bad side"
Just small things
Though nights in the basement are cold, when you curl up next to him, he can't help but savor the warmth, wrapping his tail around you, or letting you use it as a pillow
Whenever Strade lets you both stay in his bed, if the gross man is passed out drunk, he'll carefully climb over Strade and into the space that you left from trying to scoot away
He still gets jealous of Strade pays more attention to you, but thatâs an easy fix
Just...cozy up to him....trust he will fold
Say heâs your favorite, kiss him, cuddle when Strade isnât looking. Be his pet almost. He wonât see you as much of a threat.
and heâll fall deeper
Thatâs goodâŠmost of the time
He pretends he doesnât like you as much as he does for a while, keeping that barrier as though heâs convincing himself you donât have any power over him
(one could say he borders tsundere for a bit :0 )
His body betrays him quickly, though
Especially when Strade is busy with another victim, it makes it much harder for him to not jump your bones
While you sleep, heâll touch himselfâ muffled grunts into the side of your neck, claws squeezing your waist or thighs
He likes to âplay fightâ when youâre up for it, and he almost always wins, pinning you to the floor with a growl, tail swishing, and eager
He likes putting you on your stomach when he wins
Likes that you canât see how worked up he is; the look in his eyes that says something is deeply wrongâ that he would keep you pinned there forever if he could (preferably with his dick knotted deep inside you)
Strade almost certainly has you both fucking each other for his entertainment, and he's all too eager for it
Strade teases him for it often, and he knows what Ren does when you're asleep
Doesn't matter much, though
No matter how much time passes, Ren will become infatuated with you
Your interests, the things you hate, the glimpses of happiness within the horror, the horrified look in your eyes whenever another sorry soul is dragged into the basement
No matter how small the kindness or affection you show him, he's going to take that and hoard it for his own
God forbid something were to happen to Strade.... because even then, Ren would never let you go <3
I could soooo write a oneshot about this :3, I love my boy
Feast my children
Perhaps listen to "Two's a party" by Hania Lee while reading. I had it on repeat while writing. That and pink smoke by the Scary Jokes!!
New chapters of The Heart Grows Fawnâder coming soon!!
Calc final was today! Just a few more college things to finish up and I WILL be back on that fanfic :3 Iâve missed writing it so much, Iâm so excited to have the time! Iâll have to reread it and such to make sure I donât jank up my own story but there should be a new chapter this month :) stay tuned! Apologies for the wait!
ps Iâll also start posting more on here again, itâs another thing I miss <3
hopefully what Iâve written for my fics thus far shall tide my dear readers over cuz Iâm starting up second semester of school AND a new job so uh, itâs gonna be a bit before I get back to itđ
if only I had all of the time and energy in the world, big sighssssss
Just curious what you consider to be an OC over a reader insert? Not trying to be mean, but I know ppls tolerance for traits given to insert characters are vastly different.
I know authors tagging their named OC works as "x reader" is an issue on Hazbin AO3, and not even blocking (character)/original character(s) solves it, but what else falls under OC for you? Is it when the insert has too much personality? Is it when they have a backstory? Can you live with physical features being described or do you want it to be as vauge as possible?
Again, I'm really trying not to be mean, just fishing for information. I may or may not have much suggestions to give since all I need is for the insert to be nameless. Sometimes I just use the y/n web extension to change the OCs name to y/n or some random name picked from a generator lol.
Oh youâre all good! Doesnât come off as mean at all :3 !
For me, I think my main issue is backstory. Like for example, a broken family, a very specific traumatic event that alters the character, a specific past partner, etc. It really just takes me out of the moment, and while it can be well written, isnât for me.
Same goes with specific physical features. Iâm a mixed person of color, so yk the classic and pale skin kinda pisses me off when itâs x reader especially
Name I can deal with if it doesnât change the character! I donât mind it so much
Then thereâs the case of personality which I prefer to be more vague, but honestly as long as the reader isnât a push over or as I always say, a weenieđ, I can like it! I just have such a strong personality; I donât take shit, Iâm incredibly confrontational, and I just canât stand cowards. So seeing so many readers turned into a little small girl who needs protecting justâ UGH I canât đ there was a really good multiple sans AU fic I was trying to read awhile back and the characters were all SO well written but I couldnât get over the reader being a little bitch every five secondsđ and also she had a backstory that affected her character a ton so I just couldnât
I feel like I always sound so picky with my fics, but yk, âall I ship is myself and a good timeâ, so I can only truly enjoy those. Thanks for asking and if you have recs Iâll gladly take em :3 !
Alastor: alright Iâd say youâve had enough of that game. Now come with me to visit cannibal town. I have some errands to run and Iâd like you to come with me
Reader: No way! I canât quit now! Iâm about to level up! Iâm at like 67%
Alastor: âŠ
Alastor: 67
Reader: âŠ.what?
Alastor: 67
Reader pauses game and turns towards him
Reader: Alastor⊠where did you hear that from?
Alastor: I have my ways
Reader: Alastor, I donât do this often but letâs make a deal
Alastor: what kind of deal?
Reader: I will go with you to cannibal town. In fact, I will limit my screen time to 40 minutes a day like youâve always wanted
Alastor: and what you exactly do you get out of this deal?
Anybody got any good Alastor x readers where the reader isnât a weenie and is like, an actual reader insert đ every time I find a nice long one they have the reader basically as an oc
Iâve wrote a lil somethin somethin for Christmas! Itâs technically non canon since itâs out of place in the plot; just a little something fun! Merry Christmas, Sinsmas, and happy holidays to all!!
silly moment :
âAnd now!â You announce with a grin, pulling a glowing, fake red nose and turning to Alastor, who was conveniently seated next to you on the carpet.
âMmmm, no!â He says, turning his head away.
âYes!âÂ
âI refuse at the moment.â
You shimmy forward. He doesnât move.
You smile. His stays the same, pressed line.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Celia my misandrist queen :3 Iâd be her pet for life that also doubles as a house wife that she hides in a little penthouse and I go âhello honey my darling fellow gal pal that likes me romantically :Dâ
ellowow! Found your account really peak, and i love ur ykmet/btd fics. As someone who actually finds ykmet (especially strade nd ren) as coping mechanism and mental comfort, would you mind writing a scenario (or making headcanons? :D) where MC struggles to understand their own emotions and is constantly needing physical comfort (hugging, snuggling, etc) and how ren and strade acts with it? Thankyou so much!! ă3. Strade and ren had helped me feel less lonely and genuinely made me feel heard thats why i loev them sm :p
Oh hell yeah! This'll be fun since I wanna keep em in character while doing comfort! Very fun challenge and I'm so happy you like my writing!!! I love all the scrimblos
I'll write Strade's as MC being a pet alongside Ren, and for Ren, MC being his pet after Strade's gone
Strade & Ren x MC who struggles understanding emotions
Comfort stuff, but TW for general BTD and YKMET things, they are still crazies in adult games l o l
Strade
As we know, Strade has "Dark empathy" and can feel the emotions of others strongly
After all, that's what he gets off on when he hurts people
You, though, his little pet whom he's taken in to play with (alongside Ren), just can't seem to understand your own!
He's not baffled, per se; he's seen it before, but he finds a certain pleasure in how you rely on him for comfort, which he'll always gladly provide
If you're upset and don't know why, or even if you're mad, sad, etc... he'll simply kneel in front of you...
"Mien Liebling, what's wrong? Did I play with you too roughly? No? Ah, your brain bothers you again? That won't do, cmere~"
He likes trying to get you to talk about it first and work through it on your own
He absolutely adores how your brain works, even when it's dark (especially so, fucking freak)
He praises you when you slowly recognize what it is you're feeling, and if you just can't seem to, he'll praise you anyway for trying so hard for him
He might try to reinforce some physical pain into a comforting experience, though
Cut you up when you're feeling overwhelmed, getting you to "focus on the pain"; your mind releases endorphins for the pain, and makes you start to believe this is helping
In a way, it does help- you never have time to get caught up in your own stuff when he's playing mind games
He's sweet, though
In a way
He'll trace your scars (especially the ones he made) and tell you how much he loves the real you
You're not too sure what that means sometimes
On a lighter note...
LARGE MAN WITH SOFT, ROUND BODY = ultimate cuddles
His presence, though at times terrifying, is somehow the most calming thing known to mankind when he wants to be
So open about his adoration for you
Makes you feel so special
What is there to question when he looks at you with.... those eyes?
Ren
Ren, our sweet dear, also struggles with emotions
Oftentimes, he doesn't know what to say, and just kinda...tries to sit on you? NOT LIKE THAT-
He curls over or around you with his big, fluffy tail
He probably doesn't even know the pressure is as comforting as it is, but he's just thinking SQUISH IT SQUISH IT BURY IT BURY IT
Which is honestly his thought process for anything stressful, but anywaysssss
He craves the feeling of being needed, so you constantly wanting physical comfort is HIS biggest comfort
While he cooks, his tail will wag if you come up behind him and wrap your arms around him
Almost burns stuff all the time because he'll drop EVERYTHING
Bro could be rage gaming, and he'll turn to you like NO MY PRETTY PRINCE/PRINCESS WHAT'S WRONG????
Seriously, for all the red flags this man has, I DO NOT THINK he would ignore you in favor of a game, especially when you're going through it
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, BRO?! STOP USING UP ALL MY SUPER MEOW MEOW RAINBOW RINGS AND HEAL ME WE'RE GOING TO LOSE THE RAID-" *You tap him* ":0 Baby, what is wrongggg? Noooo come hereeeee tell me all about it right now!"
He might go overboard on baby talk, so if you hate that, you're gonna have to tell him
He sees it in the romance visual novels he's playing as "research."
Has a list in his notes app of what helps the most when it comes to comforting you
Doesn't bother trying to figure out your emotions with you cuz bro sucks at that shit too
If you're a fan of his ears and tail (WHICH WHO ISN'T???), he'll take your hands and plop those bad boys on his ears and let you go to town
Tells you he loves you a million times a day, and if you hit him with the "Say it again :(" He melts and says it TEN million more times
First request kinda nervyyyyy
UGH THEY'RE SO CRAZY BUT I SWEAR THEY HAVE GOOD QUALITIES THAT MAKE ME MELTTTTTT
Along with the spookiness, cuz me love to feel scared and then feel soft :3
Adventures Of A Not So Average Voxtech Employee Chapter 5 : Christmas Episode ~VoxTech Employee Edition
You're a Voxtech employee working a sinsmas party! Wowie!
I wanted to go ahead and post this on here as well, since it could lowkey be a silly christmas one shot!
Word Count: 2.4k~
Here's the ao3 link tho if you prefer !
This year, you are Santaâs assistant.
Not literally, of course, but for the annual Sinsmas party in your department.Â
It has its perks, you suppose. You get to choose the food, the theme (which is SinsmasâŠobviously, but there were votes for Hawaiian for some reason), and what you get to work on for the party.
However, the real Sinsmas gift of this yearâs party is that your manager is out on a holiday vacation! Either with the husband she hates, or one of the younger men she cheats with; either way, the entire office is practically buzzing with holiday cheer.
âOkay, people, tomorrow morning, 10 am, Santaâs coming to townââ
âSANTAAAA OH MY GODDDDD!â Dave screams, jumping up and down.
âYesâŠâ You trail off, looking at one of your other coworkers, whispering âI thought he was still respawning fromâ no, never mind.â You clear your throat, âAnyway, we actually really need a volunteer for Santa this year. You know, dress up for shits and giggles. And for pictures! If any of you have kids, you can bring 'emâŠI think, Iâm not actually sureââ
One of your coworkers raises their hand. You had told them to wait til the end, but she was going to continue staring at you with that annoying stare of âLOOK AT ME BITCHâ until you acknowledged her.
âYes, Christy?â
âWhoâs bringing the fruit cake?âÂ
âI donât know, the Grinch? Satan? Nobody likes that.â The words leave your mouth like a flood, so you try to force a smile and change your tone. âYou can, my highly respected fellow worker at the place where I work. You can provide it.â You blink and quickly turn your gaze away from the surprised gazes of those around you, feeling the impact of your unexpected attitude. âOr anybody. All food will be posted on what we need, and everyone can sign up for what they want to bringâŠand youâre gonna bring it!â
Damn it, theyâre going to start ostracizing me againâŠugh, what bitchesâŠ.
Another hand raises.
âYes, Christy?â
âIs the party tomorrow or on Christmas?â
âI donât know why it would be tomorrow OR Christmas, Christy, so Iâm going to say neither. I got the email that it would be soon, and there was no decided date.â You state simply.
âNo, it's tomorrow.â Another coworker chimes in. Theyâre one of the more tolerable demons, and thatâs probably why they were deemed as an elf for the party. It is possible that your boss was actually making fun of their short stature, large pointy ears, and that they are not actually going to be helping you put this all together.
â...What?â You ask slowly.
âIt was decided a minute ago.â
âNo wayââ they shove a phone in your face, pointing to a VoxTech email.
Dear VoxTech employees of the script writing, composition, and editing department, Section A2! It has come to my attention that there needs to be a Sinsmas party! This conflicts with your 80-hour (or more, depending on workloads) work schedule! So hurry up and get it over with! By the end of tomorrow! VoxTech appreciates your commitment to our company!
âVox
You stare at the screen so long that your coworkerâs arm begins to tremble. Your lips press together, and you give one of your horns an irritated scratch.
âThereâs no way he took time out of his day to write this bullshit.â You groan. With a quick breath, you begin writing on your Voxtech-issued assistance tablet. âOkay, Iâm sending out the digital forum for everything. If some people could help me set up after hours,s that would be great.â You clap. âOkay, gang, dismissed, hashtag merry sinsmas or Kwanzaa or Hanukkah!â
Youâre not surprised youâre the only one setting up after hours. Or that you are the only person who is on the âparty crewâ. OR that your manager emailed you that if the place isnât decorated top to bottom, she was going to maim you. You cannot come up with even the most minuscule of clues as to why she gives a single fuck about how this party looks.
âWhy the fuck does she even care? Sheâs not fucking here, sheâs only watching through the damn cameras.â You kick over a bucket full of fake snow. Youâve taken off your work shoes and use your hooves to spread the suspicious substance around. Itâs rather tough fake snow, and somehow also cotton-like, so you fully trample it to make it even across the office and walkable. âVox-Tech approved the box says, but watch this stuff contain asbestos or some shitâŠ.â Youâre so deep in your own Sinsmas-themed misery that you donât notice the glowing screen thatâs entered the room.
âAH!â On instinct, your legs push you into the air and away from your boss. You sputter a greeting as soon as you realize itâs just big boss Vox. âOh, hello, sir.â You say with a small tip of your head, before turning back to kicking around the fake snow and attempting to ignore the embarrassing screech you just let out. You know heâs giving that big, vicious, demeaning smirkâŠbut you choose not to look up at him, and focus on your task.
âYou know, I figured you wouldâve just gone home.â He murmurs. Your eyes drift to the mug heâs holding: a blank Voxtech cup. The scent of rich hot chocolate wafts with the steam, and your nose twitches, your sensitivity immediately catching the awful kick of fire brandy that he must have loaded in.
âYou couldnât just add a bit of cayenne? Thatâs a more common thing, you knowâŠâ
âSpice? Disgusting. I donâtâŠ.eck, consume herb cumâŠâ He shivers, takes a large swig of his drink, then shoves the cup into your hands. You drink, albeit looking at him with wide eyes and parted lips that want to ask what the fuck heâs talking about.
Can I complain to HR about this? Oh, wait, no, Valentino is his business partnerâŠand probably boyfriend. You tilt your head back, finishing his drink in a compulsive act to spite him. At least doing this shit tipsy might be easier.
âHEY! You little shit!â He snatches the mug from you, one eye enlarging to look at the barren bottom of his cup. âCould fuckinâ take that from your pay.â His digital mouth is pressed into a large line that spreads across his face and downturns in the corners, causing a prick of nervousness to push at the back of your mind.
âSorry.â You say quickly. âPlease donât fire me.â You donât sound nearly as pathetic as you were trying to, though you doubt it would actually garner any sympathy. Despite your tone, he gives a huff and puts a hand on his hip.
âSâa joke.â He grumbles, tossing the mug into a trashcan. You almost pause on the odd action, but feeling the awkward tension grow greater than your confusion on whether he was actually joking or not, you quickly change the topic.
âDid you need something, sir? Everyone else went home, and I still have work to finish up after this.â You say, gesturing at your computer, which glows a soft light in the dim office. âI can try and get whatever you need right now, though. I assume it's urgent.â
â...Yeah, actually.â He claims, as though realizing it for the first time. Slowly, his charismatic, toothy grin spreads across his screen. âI do need something.â He tilts his head and points a finger at you. âI need you to go back to your Voxtech-assigned apartment and go to bed.â He says it so softly, it nearly gives you chills.Â
Not in a sweet way, justâŠthereâs more behind it. And with all the shit youâre dealing with, youâd rather there NOT be more behind it.
ââŠhuh?â
âThisâŠdisplay of Sinsmas cheer isâŠwell, okay, it looks fucking awful. I have no problem in saying that.â He presses a button on his own screen. âVelvette is taking care of it.â
âI thoughtââ The words barely leave your mouth when both his hands clasp onto your shoulders from behind, materializing impossibly fast from his electrical transportation. âWOAH, okay houdini .â
âWeâve got media shit to do. So be a good little elf and go back to your room and fucking sleep.â He removes his hands, grin getting wider. âPapaâs going full Santa this year.â He starts laughing way too intensely for this situation.
âOh, umâŠ,â You pause. âOkay.â You give another nod, grab your unpacked bag, and jet out of there.
âIâm Santaâs helperâŠdick.â You mumble as soon as you get in the elevator. âNot that it matters. WOOOO SLEEP! WaitâŠwait, but I was supposed to work on all that by myself!â The elevator doors shut and begin taking you down to the apartment floors.
You choose to accept your possibly fatal fate like a bad ass child accepts coal as their only gift.
âI told ya Vee, look at how epic my lilâ worker bees got it!â Velvette exclaims, gesturing to the
âThank you so much, maâam!â You exclaim, looking around. âThis is actually amazing! Are you guys going to be taking pictures soon?â
âYou bet your ass! Like I said, MEDIA SHIT!â Vox snickers, rubbing his hands together. âOhoho, the people of hell are gonna eat this shit up!â
You look at Velvette.
âMaâam, is he good orâŠ?â
âUgh, yes, babe. Of course he is.â The influencer overlord doesnât spare you so much as a glance from her phone as she snaps pictures of the party. âHeâs always got his mind on being the best. That includes sad, low-level corporate Sinsmas parties.â She says pointedly. âActually, can you get a pic of me by the tree? Iâve gotta get a twin shot.â The question is truly just a statement, because she doesnât wait for your answer, and has you dragged to the oversized, blitzed out tree within seconds.Â
You have to admit, red is really her color.Â
âLove the Ms. Clause costume by the way.â You try to mention casually as you take her photos. Sheâs too busy posing to respond, but when sheâs done, her picture-perfect smile drops, and she gives you the harshest eyeroll known to man.
âCostume, bitch, this is a designer Sinsmas outfit!â She nearly walks past you, but stops dead in her tracks next to you, and is suddenly looking you over. âWait a minute, youâre actually veryâŠâ She raises your arms. âI know a few skimpy outfits you could rock for the cold weather~â She snickers. âThink Voxâll let me borrow ya?â She laughs, waving Vox over. You try to creep away to the snack table, but Vox places his hands on your shoulders once heâs within range, leaning on you slightly.
âYes, Vel? All done?â He asks, boredom only frosting when you try to slip from his hands. He doesnât let you, of course.
âCan I borrow this one for a few outfits later this week? The Cool but Cozy Winter line needs another body, and this one is perfect!â Her hands go to your waist, shooting to turn you in different angles like her personal doll. Vox scoffs and tugs you away after only a moment of contact.
âFuck no, get your own! I need this one working on my scripts.â
âOh? You sure youâre not just mad Iâd have one of your âbest employeesâ running around with their holes out for Val to try and market?â
âPfft, like Iâd care,â Vox says with a laugh, though he quickly gets serious, muttering, âShoo! Go to your weird ass broke party or whatever!âÂ
You choose not to question it. After all, Valentino would probably try to snatch your ass if you modeled for Velvette.
The two disappear from the party for a good while, and yet as soon as youâre going back for another round of snacks, Vox is back in the department, and making a beeline towards you with something in his hands. He looks around at your drunk coworkers, paying them little attention when he stops in front of you.
âHere.â He says, handing you a wrapped box. Itâs not super tinyâ but you had to use two hands to hold it. Youâre surprised that the wrapping isnât Voxtech themed, and instead find yourself pleased by the crisp, light blue and white colors with glittery snowflake detailing. âYour work is above average. Far beyond it. VeryâŠgood.â In the short time youâve seen Vox, your boss, so enigmatic and full of corporate confidence, you didnât think he could present asâŠawkward. And yet here he was looking like he would glitch if he gave you much more honest praise.
Honest praise from him? Is such a thing possible? It must be when his expression isâŠ
âGood work.â He says, finally, turning on his heel and walking off briskly.
You donât open the box until after the party, just in case your coworkers saw and got even pissier with you than they already areâŠor in case it's a bomb.
Sitting in front of your TV on the floor, you begin to unwrap the gift. Itâs wrapped so well that you have to use your claws to split the paper, and youâre finally able to remove the cardboard lid and reveal whatâs inside.
Encased in two sets of styrofoam, which you easily take apart, is a large drink container. It has a light blue, squishy outer layer for grip and insulation, and the top was cool to the touch.
âSomething you wonât break. Use it for your coffee.â You read, âLiterally it's made ofââ You have to squint and mutter to yourself, âWhoa, I thought they only had that material in the pride ring!â You canât help but giggle. âI could just sell this shitâŠâ You contemplate it for a hot minute. But then you actually use it for some hot, sleepy time tea andâŠ
âYeah, this shit is buss.â You murmur, curled up around the bottle at midnight. âI shall sheepâŠ.purrrâŠpurrrrâŠ..purrrrr.â
Youâre out like a light, unaware of the electrical pulses that pulse through your new drink container. They throb like a heartbeat, sending you fast into the dark of your dreams, and allowing a certain Television demon to get a small peep into your personal life.
 Could he use the roomâs cameras? Yes, but he has his own reasons for doing this. Itâs not like youâre special; he checks on all his employees! Hell, this is the first time heâs checking up on you, and heâs already regretting it.
âEck, weirdoâŠâ Vox murmurs, cutting off his monitor. âKnew I shouldâve gone with the Sinsmas glitter bombâŠthat wouldâve been fucking hilarious, and I couldâve posted it.âÂ
OH GOD HE'S HERE AGAIN-
PLEASE NO CHRISTMAS VOX DON'T SHOW UP ALL OILED UP IN MY HOME NOOOOO NOOO NAURRRRRRR
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