CUT ME UP / FUCK ME UP !!

strade from boyfriend to death. 18+ indie roleplay blog. produced by the fates.

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DRILL OR HAMMER ?

somebody we'll pay back all we've borrowed what we loved today we'll lose tomorrow

strade of boyfriend to death & franchise.

indie, 18+ only, dead dove: do not eat. this is to say i write what i want and tag accordingly. this muse is from a horrorporn / goreporn franchise. it is advised you do not follow / interact if this entails things you don't wish to see!

produced by the fates (20+). it/he. low activity. connections: @file-fnd @snuffox

but i won't need to wait for my share of sorrow because i always kill the things i love.

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// cracks knuckles ......

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          @chrsdeleted           “ alright, let’s get you cleaned up. ” strade @ ren <3

          THE KNIFE IN REN'S HAND FINALLY FALLS TO THE FLOOR with a clutter that echoed in the empty basement. the shows were always hard. brain foggy. unsure if it's from pain, pleasure or to cope with the situation. but with strade's confirmation, he knew he was done performing at least. and he wasn't going to be left overnight, which meant he did good. he doesn't try to move. he's not sure if he even could without passing out. he knew he had to stay awake for awhile longer.

          deep cuts scattered his naked body, some from the other, most from his own hands. he thinks he has a broken finger or two, maybe a cigar burn, whole body a dull ache it was hard to know. broken nose too, which he can tell by the blood in his mouth. a mix of sweat, tears, blood and cum covered his form. possibly vomit too. he doesn't remember throwing up, but there's a stinging in his throat that suggests something came back up at least. half a thought wonders if he'd been drugged for this show, but it doesn't matter and he already can't remember. eyes finally looking up at strade, arms hesitantly raising in order to be picked up by him.

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ㅤㅤㅤ‎‎   it was such a beautiful show. ren makes such an incredible star, strade is grateful every day he chose to keep this one. content, yet ever-hungry eyes admire their collective handy-work. the beastkin is a canvas of cuts, blood, cum, and pain. he avoids dwelling too much as to not get himself far too excited again - the show's just ended and he would like to keep ren alive.

ㅤㅤㅤ‎‎   a hum follows the raised arms, reaching down to pick him up, pressing a kiss to his temple as strade takes him up the stairs to ren's floor. admittedly, they both need quite the wash after this show. strade too is covered in an assortment of both their bodily fluids. it comes with the job, though, so he doesn't pay it much mind.

ㅤㅤㅤ‎‎   " you did really good, sweetheart, " strade mutters beside ren's ear, voice soft, lips brushing the skin as he bumps open the bathroom door with his hip. lowering ren down to sit on the toilet seat, he turns the water on. he wets a washcloth and slowly begins to wipe ren down.

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          WATCHING HIM CRUMBLE AND HEARING HIS SOUNDS, it's a heaven he can't describe. he never thought he'd get this chance, and yet here he is. with strade trapped under him, blood soaking through the other's clothes from a wound he gave him. how many times had this been reversed ? how many times had he, himself begged for mercy under his tools ? if only he had his cameras in this room ! not for them, but for himself to watch later, to relive this moment, to touch himself to this all time high that nothing would be able to match.

          he has a single thought that questions this. is it worth it ? is this really who he is ? how was strade even here and how come he hadn't aged a day ? back then, he had night terrors of him crawling out of that freezer and the punishments that would follow. there's no time for that now. he had to stay focused as excited as he was. wounded, strade was still bigger, heavier, stronger than himself and if he wasn't careful, the tables could be turned on him. he needs to reel himself in.

          " sweetheart ~ , " announcer mocks back, leaning to growl in his ear, claws trailing the exposed skin as he speaks, gun still pressing firmly to the back of his head, " i'm not asking. " in a sudden change, his claw is instead forced deeply into the shoulder wound, digging and stirring the hole. he can't rush this, already panting to himself as he starts to push the bullet deeper into him around the torn, weeping flesh. the sounds it makes, the sounds he makes - delicious. he's hungry for more. " it's pathetic you think you deserved to be touched like that without begging for it. " he knows the pain will get him excited. it's only so long.

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‎‎ㅤㅤㅤ‎‎   there's a pang of regret that washes over him, a pang of fear. strade knows he can't die - not in an tangible sense. he's already done that. dying again will just send him back to rire. it took him so long to crawl his way up here and he can already feel his time slipping through his fingertips - but will ren actually kill him? he never had the guts to before, but he has changed. he doesn't want to go back yet. back to eons more playing rire's pet underling? he's restrained and he's panicking, but the fear mixes with the arousal and his mind spins, goosebumps covering his skin at as the other taunts and traces a claw over him. fuck.

ㅤㅤㅤ‎‎   the claw intruding his shoulder forces something in-between a cry and a moan, tears brimming his eyes as pain pulses through him. strade breathes sharply through gritted teeth, cock throbbing against the floor beneath him.

ㅤㅤㅤ‎‎   " HA-! " he can't manage a proper laugh at the other, groaning as the claw presses at the bullet. hips twitch uncomfortably, craving more, needing to be used. strade groans, wriggling underneath the other.

ㅤㅤㅤ‎‎   " i'm not begging you ... pet, " he taunts, but the words are forced out between heavy and desperate pants.

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ren brings him a dead rat he caught in the basement in his jaws, a gift!

" oh ... ! " strade smiles and laughs as ren approaches strade, sat on the couch, leaned back and watching some shitty movie. he is glad to see whatever rat problem that was budding is already being dealt with before he even knew it existed. a hand reaches out and ruffles the other's hair, grinning warmly at him.

" have you caught yourself some dinner? " the man taunts.

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oops byakuya jumpscare

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aims gun at him

well ... it's certainly not the first time he has been put in a 'life or death' type situation, and the notion of dying doesn't scare him. it's the person at the end of the weapon that catches his eye. she's no piltie, thats for sure. eyes linger over her and he hums lowly. perhaps his past has finally caught up with him.

" ... something i can help you with? " he muses with a chuckle.

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Strade silly

@/gatobob’s character

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This last week has been really exhausting so i doodles myself something to ease my weariness haha

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he's ready ........

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mostly. i need to format tags.

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he's ready ........