Oh? You're gonna send me a baggie of your clothes? Cool! I'll be totally normal about that! I definitely will not be shoving my face into that baggie every time I touch myself or anything, that would be crazy...
y'all know the rules with BTD stuff: 18+ ONLY, no exceptions
Strade x transmale reader (nothing specific tho) we getting self indulgent tonight
gonna fuck the greasy man fuck yeah here we goooooo
first off this man is GROSS. NASTY. HORRIBLE.
don't expect him to smell nice you'll just be disappointed lmao
he drinks so much beer you're sure his mouth permanently tastes like the stuff
as horrified as you are by the idea, you think you might be becoming addicted to it
Strade is ROUGH in bed
i'm talking wrenching your arms backwards while his other hand presses into the back of your neck, leaning his weight onto you and forcing your face into the bed, leaving you to struggle for tiny breaths through one nostril
he will straight up fold your ass in half (you didn't even know your body could do that)
and one time he fucking threw you across the room-
no one can deny that Strade loves marking you up - just look at what he's done to Ren!
bruises, hickeys, perfect imprints of his teeth, scabbed over and sure to leave a scar
and the toys he brings into the bedroom?
ropes, handcuffs, gags, knives, lighters, duct tape and a plastic bag over your head, suffocating you and keeping you trapped on the verge of passing out as Strade ruts into you like a feral beast
the lewd groan he lets out when you clench around him nearly makes you cum right then and there
half the time Strade isn't fucking you, not really
he's simply using your body to get off. like some kind of living fucktoy
what's worse is he tends to fall asleep afterwards with alarming speed
sometimes right there on top of you, leaving you to rut desperately against him, crushed under his weight and still fully impaled on his slowly softening dick
sometimes you wake up to him fucking himself into you - seemingly still asleep himself
you're too delirious in your own half-asleep state to stop yourself from rolling your hips against his, whining softly when he presses himself in deeper. your eyes roll back as you spread your legs, allowing Strade's sleeping body to chase its own pleasure within yours. greedily you clench again, spurring his body to fuck a bit harder into you. you use his sleeping body just as he's used yours. and as you fall asleep, Strade's body still awkwardly moving against yours, seeking the friction you'd cruelly stopped giving him, you can't help the small smile that creeps its way onto your face
and this isn't even mentioning when Strade decides to include Ren, who's face makes a great seat
I have a silly hedcanon that after the death of Srade, Ren could not immediately accept it and for some time talked to his corpse, watched TV with him, and so on. Maybe hedkanon is stupid, but I like it
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