#btd x reader

Yeah this would be fucking torture oh my god can you imagine

Not only do you have to deal with Strade but Ren was there first, so of course he'd feel some sort of fucked up superiority complex towards you. He'd treat you like shit, regardless of if he likes you or not.

He'd know he's being a dick, too. He'd misplace your stuff on purpose, blame messes and accidents on you, scrutinize the simplest things that you do to make you feel out of place...just generally, he'd push you around. With how Strade treated him for so long— like he's only submissive which he is definitely not— I can see why he'd get a kick out of finally being the 'bully' and not the 'bullied'.

When Strade's busy with a 'houseguest' is when he really gets to have his fun. Ren is not opposed to petty bribery to get what he wants.

"C'mon. Let me do this to you and I won't tell Strade you're the one who stole his steak from the fridge."

"Take your pants off or I'll rip them off. You know he won't buy you another pair."

"What's worse? what I'm doing to you now, or what Strade'll do to you when he finds out you used my computer to play (insert random game) without asking?"

He knows that he's lying straight through his fucking teeth, too. Not like it'll change anything. You've only been in this house for a few months, you're still very freshly traumatized from Strade.

And, well, yes. Ren can be tender. But it doesn't last long. He's been forced to show his vulnerability enough.

Despite being a complete dickhead, he is willing to help you sometimes, whether it be through painkillers, bandages, small words of comfort, etc. He does know what it's like to be in your place, but he's savoring being in control of you while he can.

Maybe once in a while he'll demand that you bathe with him. He'd face his back towards you and let you wash his hair, and in turn, he'd do the same for you. Maybe after he'll even invite you to cuddle in his bed. But it doesn't last long. Whether it's in the shower or tangled together under his sheets, his hand will end up between your thighs.

And Strade lets him order things too, doesn't he? We all know Ren's into that hentai shit. Now, Strade would never let him put a tentacle dildo in his ass. But with you it's a free game. He doesn't need a 'yes' or a 'no' from you, he'll do whatever the fuck he wants.

Oh, and Strade has noticed this— and in a few instances— even pointed it out. Of course he's invited Ren to his room to 'talk the situation over'. It doesn't really do anything though, besides make Ren's actions the next day infinitely more cruel. Sometimes when Ren tries to tattle on you, Strade'll even tell him to 'take it easy'.

He's certainly one of the more cheerful Uber driver's you've had—if not the most. You've been driven by all sorts of folk, some kind, some quiet, some rude, but in the short moment you've known him—Strade's making a very strong impression. It's a few things about him that already staple him to the front of your mind. For starters, his accent—it's thick and not one you often find in Canada. Secondly, his energy is through the roof. While it is a nice change of pace, he's so bright that it's almost alarming to you. You don't hate it or anything, it's certainly better than having someone being standoffish. However, much like the sun—you imagine you'd handle it better from a distance and in smaller doses—opposed to burning right in front of your eyes. Maybe, it's simply the poor mood your in today. Regardless, you treat him with the same courtesy you would any other.

You're about to reach out for the car door, but your attention shifts to the sound of another door opening. Your driver strolls on over and makes his way to your side. You tense and step back, unsure of what to make of his sudden movements. He lets out an amused huff at your awkwardness and opens the car door for you.

"Oh, thank you." You bite the inside of your cheek, slightly taken by the gesture, before seating yourself in the back.

He bows his head and closes your door before entering the front once more. You mumble out your address to him and the engine comes to life, the car pulling forward into the night. Your first instincts are to put your headphones in and peer outside the whole ride, but your hand barely makes it to your pocket before he begins to speak to you. It flabbergasts you enough that you don't hear his question the first time—asking him to repeat himself and so he does.

"What brought you all the way out here? You don't live close." His eyes catch yours in the rear view before they slip back to the road.

You shift in place. "I was visiting a friend—I mean, I was supposed to. Things just went a bit sideways."

"Yeah? I'm sorry to hear that, buddy." You look for his gaze in the mirror and find that he seems genuine about his apology.

The sincerity feels a little weird, mostly because he's a stranger and you wouldn't expect him to really care. Especially not as an Uber driver, who likely meets people by the dozen. Though maybe, it's not so bad. While you obviously shouldn't unleash all your problems onto this random man, you also found you're more desperate to talk to someone than you realize.

He finds you searching for him, the corner of his eyes crinkling as he smiles. "Want to talk about it?

You nearly deny his offer, so used to keeping things to yourself, not wanting to bother others with problems you could surely handle. That's never backfired on you before..

It couldn't hurt.

"It's silly," you shrug, leaning back into the seat leather. "My friend and I were supposed to move in together and before I could even pack, they text me that found someone else."

"That doesn't seem very fair to you."

"No, I guess not. I just wish they had told me ahead of time instead of wasting my time."

"What's your plan now?"

"I mean, I still have my own place. Just would have been nice to save some cash on rent."

"Money troubles?" He hums, slowing to a stop as the light ahead turns red.

You worry your lip between your teeth, watching pedestrians stroll past the window, retiring to their homes. "A little, just want to be able to afford nice things every now and again without having to skip a meal or something."

Strade nods sympathetically, finger tapping lightly against the wheel. "Everything is so expensive these days."

A bitter chuckle leaves you. "Can't argue with that."

"Was there something in particular you were saving for?"

There was, in fact. Your lips pull up as you recall, something you've been eager to get your hands on for weeks now. You sit up, nearly about to spill your guts before you feel heat flush your cheeks. You really shouldn't be rambling now, certainly you've said enough at this point. Not to mention, you get so passionate during times like this and you've been told before how annoying that can get. Your shoulders fall and you stutter out your words, eyes moving to find the rear view mirror. You worry for a moment, of what he makes of your behaviour. Strade's eyes glimmer in the reflection city lights—the brown in his iris, now a sparkling amber. A sweet and luminous honey.

He urges you on with playful insistence and you can't help but give in. After all, he's listened to you thus far.

Words are so much easy with Strade, you find yourself telling him everything. It's unusual for you to be so open with a complete stranger, but maybe he's different. You go on and on as he drives, beaming as you're given full permission to explain every detail. He listens to every word. No passive nod or a dismissive coo—he fully engages with you, asking questions and indulging your excitement further. If this is his way of trying to get five starts out of you, he's certainly doing a hell of a job.

You're so caught up in your joint laughter—your driver's voice starting to give you butterflies—that when you turn to look outside the car, you quickly realize that you don't recognize where you are. In a sudden bout of confusion, you check your phone and notice that you've been in this car for far longer than you should have been.

"Uh, I think we might have missed my stop." You try your hardest to laugh it off, hoping it's a simple mistake, but your voice struggles to find the mirth it held before.

Strade looks to you in the rear view and this time, you don't see as much charm in his stare.

"Don't worry," his eyes squint with a concerning amount of glee. "There was traffic down that last road, we'd be stuck there for hours if we went that way."

Right. That makes sense. His job is to make sure you get home the best route possible, so a small detour is no biggie.

You repeat that to yourself over and over, but your stomach doesn't care what you have to say. Your body knows something isn't the same, something isn't right. Your gut, a deer that refuses to stop looking for what made that shifting sound in the bushes.

There's a terrible silence that lingers in the air as you pay far more attention to every street sign you pass. You want nothing more than to see names you remember, to believe him when he says you're almost home. He tries to talk to you again, but your answers are empty and curt, so he yields with a small chuckle. It makes you sick.

When Strade drives over a bridge—an old wooden one built over water, no other cars in sight—you know you've gone to far.

Your heart pounds, throat refusing to swallow while you try to collect yourself enough to focus on escape. You stare ahead at the rear view, keeping an eye on Strade. His eyes are fixated on the road ahead, so you take your chance. Trembling fingers feel over the car door in desperate search for a handle. You move directly over where it should be—you know that's where it should be, where else would it be? You find more door, you find absence, you find nothing.

Nothing?

What?

Overwhelming dread sets into your bones as an inevitability finally washes over you. You're almost convinced you're hallucinating as you press your fingers over the socket that was previously occupied by a handle.

"You know," you find him once again in the mirror, low lidded eyes glazed in delight by your terror. "I really shouldn't be doing this."

He scoffs with embarrassment, like he's about to ask you out, like this is some romantic meet cute. "They say never mix business with pleasure."

"Strade—"

"And for good reason. This job is a great way to meet so many people, all those different lives, but there's too much risk."

The car lags for a moment as it steers off road, pulling you into a forest. It bounces over roots and uneven terrain, branches dragging across the roof of the car and taking you further away from safety. Tears well up in your eyes, death never having been this real to you before. The grim reaper's cold, skeletal finger tracing your neck an a taunting caress. You don't want to die.

"I'm bad, I know." He muses in the way someone might jokingly scold themselves for breaking a diet.

The car halts, every path around you shadowed and unknown—visibility only coming from Strade's headlights. "There's just something about you."

Something in you breaks and you stop thinking, your body flying into sudden action. You turn your body and begin to slam your foot as hard as you possibly can into the car door. Every kick shakes the vehicle, giving you hope that it might eventually be enough force to break, to set you free. Tears fall down your face, your throat scratching as you scream out in frustration, loud enough that you don't hear the door behind you open. The back of your neck is grabbed so tight that you choke, your body dragging backwards. Another hand latches onto your shoulder just as tightly, throwing you out onto the cold dirt. Something stabs your side and you sob harder, turning onto your side before you realize where you are. You try and scream again, but his palm cracks across your face before it covers your mouth.

"I knew I was right about you." He's out of breath. "So viel Geist."

You barely get to react before his hands are around your throat, his grip growing tighter and tighter. Your vision spots, your hearing beginning to muffle as you weakly claw at his arms. His own eyes grow lidded, yet they never leave yours. His face mimics yours, you wonder if he's mocking you. It looks so natural on him that you almost consider that he's passing out alongside you. His strength never falters even once and you perish the thought.

Strade says something that you miss, only the words 'fun' and 'home' are clear enough to you before you fall, slipping unconscious.

While hope has left you and you never expect to open your eyes again—you'll find that when you do—there are fates far worse than death.

There's a crack, then a slam. You barely see a thing, your vision moving far too quickly before it's suddenly dark. Pain shoots through your skull, creeping down your neck and shocking your spine. Blood spills down your forehead and rushes in your ears. Except—no, it's far louder. That much blood couldn't be rushing out of you, could it?

Water. That's the sound of water.

You try and sit up, but you barely move an inch before a grip hits the back of your neck and forces you down. Air has left your lungs and water fills your every sense. Your body fights to force it all out, but it surrounds you fast. Your hands scramble to pull you out, but even that is an arduous task—a fruitless one—as they're collected into a single grasp and pressed into your back.

You might be crying, but it's impossible to tell like this. Everything starts to dim, lungs beginning to accept their inability to function. In all of this torture, you feel a faint sensation of something moving against you. It doesn't matter anymore, there's nothing left for you. There's nothing.

Light. Blinding light is all you can make out before your coughing—the fight returning to your body like an electric shock. You gag and choke out any ounce of water that you can rid yourself of. It burns—everything from your nose to your chest to your eyes to your ears. Just as water begins to fall from your hearing, you clue into heavy breathing that isn't your own. A whine allows you to return back into that feeling you noticed earlier. In all your haze and discomfort, your body welcomes the heated weight that rubs against your ass. You can barely think, simply hoping to find some relief in misery, moving back against it and gaining a shocked grunt.

Water—or maybe drool—drips down your chin. "W-What are you—"

"Quiet."

A single slip up returns you to your watery grave. You scream and it dies in the wet, making sure not a soul knew of your suffering. None but the rotting one that lays in the chest of the man that couldn't stop himself from grinding into you. You shut your eyes and close your mouth, but the bathwater makes it way through your nose and down your throat. All of your bucking and squirming seems to only encourage Lawrence more, to take things a step further. Your behind begins to feel a slight chill, before there's warmth between your legs. Fingers fumble over your exposed folds, pressing and exploring you with hurried yet curious motions.

You hack and cough out water from your lungs once again—hiccupping through tears and the sudden intrusion of two fingers. You don't know what's worse—that you know what's bound to come after this or that you're somehow wet despite everything. It's not enough, biting down on your lip still allows a sound to slip past as his fingers move in deeper.

He scoffs against your shoulder, it sounded almost amused. "You just don't listen."

Lawrence's fingers curl inside you and you let out another strained moan. "I'm s—"

His fingers drag out of you slowly, pressing in. Your words melt with a shaken breath and can't help but wonder if he's doing this on purpose, just to see you fail.

"..sorry." You whisper as his fingers finally leave you.

There's nothing left to say, not as you feel him push into you, his hand quickly shooting up to cover your mouth. You cry out into his hand, coughing up more water that drips in between his fingers. His cock fills you and you feel like your drowning again. Your mind floats and flutters at the stretch, trying to piece together what reaction it should be having to all of this. Lawrence's cock ruts up into you and your body makes that decision for you.

The pain doesn't leave, everything still aches—but the pleasure that rocks through you in waves makes it bearable. You might even say the soreness makes the ecstasy all the sweeter.

Maybe you're finally losing it.

It's humiliating how slick the sounds that come from between your legs are, the wet slap just as telling of your enjoyment. Your face is soaked and you can't tell if it's tears, sweat or simply just water. Adding onto the list, Lawrence drags his tongue along your neck up and up your cheek. The heat of his breath and mouth encourages you to lean into him—his hips quickening. He lets out a broken noise against your shoulder—his hold dropping your wrists to lock his arm around your chest. His desperation becoming contagious as he fucks into you like a toy.

"Just- Just let me—" Lawrence begs into your skin.

Your voice is useless to deny him, not that it mattered. You have no power here.

All of your cries and moans seep into his skin as his hand squeezes against your jaw so hard it hurts. Still your cunt tightens and swallows him with all the eagerness of a succubus. His siren, his venus fly trap. He should have killed you earlier, but he can't imagine having missed this. Your hole is so warm and tight, no graveyard fling could compare.

Maybe, just maybe, he didn't have to kill you.

You scream out into his hand as you cum around him, his movements picking up speed and sending you barrelling through an orgasm. Lawrence lets out a deep groan through gritted teeth, slamming his forehead into you before biting down on your skin to quiet himself. He rolls his cock into you again and again and you feel like your in heaven and hell all at the same time. Then your body's being filled with cum and you nearly collapse against him. You should break at the strength of his hold, but you don't.

Eventually his hold relaxes and you sit there, in his arms. Soaked, fucked and exhausted. Lawrence's mouth presses against your temple and you nearly think it's a kiss before he speaks.

"I'll kill you next time, okay?" He mutters.

You smile.

Ren (btd2) :3

Primal play, obvi

Chases you around the house, tries to corner you in the basement, because of all the “fun toys” down there (only a few are fun for you lol)

He’s gonna bite, scratch, make you bleed, and cuddle you later, admiring any marks he left

He’s a verse, so it really depends on whether you’re behaving and his mood

Subby him is very cute

Tug on his ears, tail, he doesn’t even try to hide how much he enjoys being your “pet”

I’d like to think he makes lil fox noises when he’s overstimulated; little yips which he toooootally won’t find embarrassing until later

Yes, he has a knot

Yes, you’re getting that every time

Yes, I think he’s got the prettiest dick of all of Gatobob’s characters– WHAT ABOUT IT

Bro WILL put you in a maid's dress

He’ll also wear one for you if you ask ;3

He’s the sweetest and gives the best aftercare, always murmuring praises and apologies, even if injuries are “for your own good.”

Loves when you call him baby boy

Gets pouty if you call him puppy

"I'm a fox! >:3" which is true lol

Ride him until he cums inside a few times, though, and he won't care WHAT you call him

He's a big fan of overstimulation, mostly on him

Especially if you're "punishing him," he wants you to use his dick until he's shooting blanks

His dick gets really flushed when he's excited; towards the tip, this rosy red, glistening with thick precum

Fav position is mating press, it gets him going like nothing else

He will fold you for hours, just hitting your sweet spot over and over until he's "bred" you enough

Lawrence

I don’t see sex with Lawrence being super often, once a week TOPS for this man

I wouldn’t say ace spectrum, just low sex drive vibes

But when he gets down, he’s a FREAK

I think a verse that leans towards dominant, but likes to be on top

Def has a thing for choking; takes it too far half the time

He “likes when you stop breathing”....okay, weirdoooo

Gets a little mean when he’s about to cum, but then whimpers like a bitch :D

“Shit— fuckin…stay still…st–stay still! *puts his hands around your throat, a scowl painted across his face, before leaning down to moan into the pillow next to your head*”

Sometimes he will want you to roleplay as a corpse, which, if you’re down for that yay, if not I don’t think he’d push it too much

He is into somnophilia, though, specifically with you being the one sleeping/pretending

Prefers receiving head to giving; he finds giving anxiety-inducing lol

He's kinda bad at it anyway (both sucking dick and eating cunt), fucking loser...God, I love him for it...

He has cried exactly once during sex...you still don't know why, but he gets mad if you bring it up

Seldom lets you shower with him, scary ass hoe, but if you get in there, he is super shy

You can get away with doing a little reach-around action and jerk him off from behind

His tall ass starts shaking when you pull that

Honestly, in any position where he doesn't make eye contact, he gets a lot more expressive

Strade

Sex all the time, whether you want it or not, you’re lucky he even kept you

Tops almost always

Obviously a sadist, hardcore

You have to beg him not to fuck your wounds half the time

If you shower, you honestly have to prep to wash up twice cuz he’s gonna fuck you against the wall

At least he can’t dunk your head under water

Threesomes with ren all the time mwahaha

Softer in the morning sex, so best to try and drain him then

He’ll often let you ride him at times like those, or he’ll spoon you and fuck you from behind

Likes to watch you and Ren fuck, plain and simple

I think he’s a huge fan of giving and receiving head

To get him in a mood? Suck him off nice and slow, but gag a ton and breathe as little as possible

If he’s in a good mood? He’ll eat/suck the FUCK out of you. Over and over until you’re shaking, and even then, he might end up fucking you roughly

But sometimes he just gives head and admires your reactions

If ur afab...PERIOD AH PERIOD UH (aka period sex, it turns him on so much it's gross)

Probably gonna piss on you at some point, better than in u tho

Derek

Going off of the “Derek took you home” ending mwahaha

You’re getting fucked EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

You’re always gonna be subbing even if he yanks your ass on top and makes you ride him

Raw. Next question

Aka, if you’re afab, he gave you an IUD with that tracker.

“Like I’ll let some useless whore ruin my life with a kid!”

He almost always wants you begging, even if you’re enjoying it, you'd better act like you’re in pain or he’s gonna make it hurt

Sadistic af, you’re almost always bleeding

An upside is he does like to watch you cum, so you’ll finish most of the time

Seeing you lose it gives him an ego boost, like even if you hate him, he’s still making you cum, so boom double fun

Also, he can be really soft from time to time when he’s tired from work

Exhaustion from his dad can either lead to the beating of your life, or Derek's version of love…kinda

When he’s tired and feeling attached to you, he’ll just make you blow him and then cuddle him and order alcohol for you both

He says he loves you a lot when he's wasted, and might even cry to you about how much he needs you while fucking you terribly

He'll beat you if you bring it up, tho, so don't say nothin

Probably has a thing for public sex, too

He'll take you to parties, the casino, anywhere really, and fuck you right in front of everyone

Mason

Two words. Size. Difference.

Assuming you’re not the same size as him at least erm sorry for those over 6’5

He’s got a thing for chasing you down and fucking you in the woods, as we’ve seen

Sometimes he’ll switch it up and haul you back to the cabin to fuck the shit out of you; man is proud with the “meat” he brought back

Speaking of meat…HHEHEHEHEHE

He’s average length wise but THICK as fuck

You stretch painfully every time he fucks you because he almost always rushes into it

More “animalistic” if he just puts it in rather than prepping you, he says

Rips clothes like it is nobody's business

Secretly gets off on how his clothes swamp you and make you smell like him

Aftercare is actually pretty good here ("Ooooo this is noiceeee! Gurllllll")

Always gives you hearty food and water after, tea if it's cold outside

The morning after he cooks something especially reguvinating so you have your strength for more hunts ;) and cuz he liiiiikes you hehe

Cockwarms almost always after cumming in you

He has walked back to the cabin, carrying you with his dick inside you, because he didn't wanna pull out

You're still getting hunted in the winter btw, that will not end unfortunately

He will always give you a nice warm bath and cuddles after, though, so you don't get frostbite

He's a strong ass man, so he fucks you standing often

Either that or from behind, he's not the biggest fan of missionary but if you beg enough he'll do it

Ceilia

MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY

Can y’all tell she’s one of my favs…hehe

She is always dominant, even if you’re on top you are in absolutely NO control

Especially if you’re a man/masc presenting, she’s gonna love making you her bitch (WE LOVE OUR CANONICAL MISANGRIST)

Don’t worry, girlies! She will still gonna crush you <3

She’ll step on you in the fiercest pair of stilettos and then coo that you’re her “pretty little pet”

Let’s be honest she’s gonna make you paint her toenails (the color of your eyes if she’s feeling sappy), and after it dries she’ll have you massage and suck each one

Not full-on foot fetish, she just likes feeling above you

If you’re good she’ll let you suck her tits

If you’re bad you aint touchin her for a WEEK

Unless it’s to eat her out but even then maybe not

You're getting the strap no matter your gender

The one she uses will usually be a pristine, clear, 6 inch dildo, but she has MANY others

Same with toys; vibrators, wands/rabbits, butt plugs, etc

Back to my first point, she'll make you call her mommy

Or ma'am, but mostly mommy

If you have a dick, expect CBT

Less likely to have your puss tormented if you have one, but don't push it

Domestic sex is not frequent, but if you're in that ending where you run away together, sometimes, if she wakes up after a good night's rest, coffee and breakfast made, it'll be nice, slow, and loving

Edit : I can’t believe I forgot to add my ending gift but here we go ITS LITTLE RENNNN