#Strade btd smut

[angel-sweets666]

Strades breeding kink problem

Strade x Afab reader

warning: smut, violence

DONT DO ANYTHING THIS GERMAN SADIST DOES, HES PURELY FOR THE FREAKY GIRLS. Also this is kinda short bc I’m bad at writing smut.

Strade always had his fair share of bizarre kinks and fetishes, many of which he had inflicted upon you on multiple occasions. You had endured having your skin sliced open, stabbed, and mutilated purely for his sick pleasures. One of his more… dulled-down kinks, however, was his intense breeding fetish. Strade seemed completely unfamiliar with the concept of pulling out, reveling in the possessive nature of it. The thought of leaving you pregnant and full, waiting for him at home after a day of harassing women and men on the streets, filled him with a twisted sense of satisfaction.

Whenever he returned from his cruel escapades, there was a gleam in his eyes as he approached you. He would caress your swollen belly with a strange mix of pride and lust, whispering dark promises of a future where you were bound to him not just in the present but for eternity. The idea of claiming you in such an intimate and irrevocable way excited him beyond measure. Strade thrived on the power and control he felt, knowing that every part of you, inside and out, was his to command and conquer.

The nights were long and grueling as he took you again and again, driven by his insatiable desire to see you round with his child. Each thrust was a claim, each moan a reminder of his dominance. In those moments, you could feel the depth of his obsession, the possessiveness that went beyond mere physical control. It was a dark, consuming passion that left no room for doubt—Strade wanted to own you entirely, and he would go to any lengths to ensure that you remained bound to him in the most primal way possible.

one night, you were once again in the same position you were in most nights, with your body laid out across his old and dusty mattress and your legs spread while he was ontop of you taking you again. He used his hand above your head to hold himself up, he thrusted into you again “yeah… I’m gonna.. Scheisse! Fill you up with babies… just be a good pet and let me get you nice and pregnant… doesn’t that sound fun~” he grinned down at you as the burn from his cock inches deeper towards your cervix.

You whimpered, clutching the bedsheets tightly beneath you. The thought of being pregnant with Strade's baby sounded like an absolute nightmare. You knew that carrying his child meant subjecting both yourself and the unborn baby to his twisted way of thinking. His possessive and controlling nature would only escalate with the knowledge of fatherhood, chaining you to him.

strade grabbed the back of your thighs and pulled them up towards him, he began to go much faster with you, the tip of his large dick slammed into your cervix once again, he groaned and placed his hand on your lower tummy. Wanting to feel his length going in and out of you. “Doesn’t that feel good..?” He grins with his German accent that will forever haunt you. While being his in captivity wasn’t fun, the more intimate parts like cuddles and fucking; that was pretty nice, he could be a comfort sometimes!

his thrusts became sloppy, your moans and his grunts soon just became a mess of whining and moaning. Strade slammed his hips into your pussy one last time before he began to paint your insides white with his seed

“oh your going to be such a good mommy.”

[smutbutoutofnowhere]

me who has just found a new hyperfixation at the worst time possible and is willing to fail my entire academic career just to read more of the most horrifying nauseating toe curling jaw dropping smuts known to human kind:

[iguessigotta]

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

[xeff-xaff]

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[untilxd3ath]

✖ — rules & intro! ⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖

//hi everyone!! i've finally come around to making a tumblr blog dedicated to one of my favorite pieces of media, boyfriend to death! :D

first and foremost, obviously none of the characters nor art (unless specified) belongs to me. rightfully, they belong to Gatobob.

i'm definitely not new to roleplaying, however i am somewhat new to roleplaying on tumblr...how i never really roleplayed on here in my 10+ years of writing is beyond me LMFAO

that being said, i'd like to write out just a few of my personal rules/boundaries as well as some info about the muse just to put it out there! :-)

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☒ my name is link, however i'm 100% fine with being referred to as the character i'm playing -- in this case, it's ren! my pronouns are they/he. i am a neurodivergent 23 y/o writer, there will be 21+ themes ahead! violence, n*fw, taboo/dark/triggering topics are welcomed and encouraged!

☒ such topics involved in writing/the BTD games are NOT supported in real life, period. i do not condone, support or encourage ANY such interactions. everything written is PURELY fictional with no coorelation to real-life beliefs whatsoever.

☒ MDNI. THIS IS NOT NEGOTIABLE.

☒ preferably, i like to write 2-4+ paragraphs in third person. literate writers preferred as well! in character banter/chatting/light roleplay (aka, using asteriks or something similar) is welcomed in a more silly/fun manner. i'm also open to simple, few-sentence roleplays in a more casual manner.

☒ absolutely discord friendly, however i would prefer some chatting on tumblr first!

☒ i am open to planning out a story or just winging it - i'm rather easygoing for the most part!! :D

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i will add to my rule list as necessary, however those are the main ones that i really would wish to be respected :-)

i'm definitely looking more for those who wish to play canon characters. i would also enjoy any other of gato's characters from any of the games!

if anyone is interested in being a strade or other BTD/BTD2/TPOF characters, and is open to group roleplays...well, i also have a lawrence that would be interested as well! please, PLEASE don't hesitate to ask if you could join!! while ren and lawrence are taken, we would LOVE to start a fun group chat via discord or something where we can just write and be silly and have fun!!!

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for now, that is about it. i really appreciate those who have read this! don't hesitate to shoot me a message if you are wishing for a fun roleplay! i love to recieve new messages, my inbox is always open.

i hope to chat soon! thanks for visiting my blog! :D

[danishpastri]

Welcome To Hell (Ch 1)

A Rire/Strade Smut Fic

Chapter Summary:

Strade gets fucked so good he loses his mind.

BEWARE OF THE TAGS

Link

[m4yasnotthatcool]

RULES

-for fics and stuff-

Do's:

ask stuff abt my opinion on diff stuff/fandoms idk;

i'll write just abt anything whitin the fandoms i write for;

i'll do character x character as well as character x reader fics;

mostly x reader tough cause i mostly read those;

i can do nsfw (i dont just mean smut. nsfw as in sh, mental struggles, yandere obsessive behavior etc)

you can point out my grammar mistakes cause i know there may be a lot of those (english is not my first language)

Dont's(don'ts? idk)(DO NOTS)(:3)

ask for new fandoms;

no actual smut, just suggestive themes; if someone is to ask me for smut i can write it but its most likely not gonna be any good so you've been warned;

expect your request to be done right away; like yea, im gonna prolly black out one night and vomit like 10 fics, but its not gonna happen often;

ask for polly relationship fics;(sorry)

ask for any illegal stuff like idfk incest stuff (one of the fandoms i'll write for does have incest, but i won't write for that ship) (andrew x ashley for anyone who's curious)

also no male readers, sorry but im not sure how to write those since, yk, im a girl idk

so yea, idk dude, just dont be rude

okay byeee :33

[zefsdarklair]

Something,something x3

MINORS,DNI

[cyb3rsku1l]

Rules and things I write for! <3

Rules:

Will do:

•Smut

•Headcannons

•fluff

•horror

•yandere writes

•Kinks

Won't do:

•Inc3st

•R@pe

•SA

•Gross things in general

•NO FOUL KINKS.

Things I write for:

•WWE:

Rhea Ripley, The undertaker, kane, Roman Reigns + others (depending on who)

•Somethings wrong with sunny day jack:

Jack, Shaun, Ian(?), Joseph, Nick.

•Slashers:

Michael Myers, Thomas hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, johnny slaughter + sissy, Vilmer slaughter, Jason Vorhees, Brahms heelshire, Billy Lenz, Billy and Stu, chucky(?), Freddy Krueger (?), Rusty nail, + others depending on who!

•Overwatch:

Mauga, Cole Cassidy, Hanzo, Genji, + others just name who!

•The Mandela Catalogue: (no smut!)

Cesar Torres, Mark heathcliff, Adam Murray, Jonah Marshall, Gabriel(?), intruder(?), Thatcher + others

•Boyfriend to death

Strade, Ren, Sano, Lawrence, + others (new to the btd fandom at the moment!)

•Lurking for love:

Ovi just Jacob lol

•yandere visual novel characters:

John Doe, Peter, my dear hatchet man, Tate frost, Elias Gallagher and Taylor, dachabo, + more depending on who!

(Please respect my wishes for asks! I will try and write for as many asks as I can so please be patient!)

[axe-writes]

Strade’s Basement

Tw: blood, knives, cnc themes, alcohol, stitches, cutting (non self harm), degradation, kidnapping

Character is Strade from Boyfriend to Death created by @gatobob

You opened your eyes to see a bright florescent light hanging over head. There was a dull ache in your head that all but screamed out how much you drank last night. The only thing is, you couldn’t remember getting that drunk, you thought back to last night realizing most of it was a blur. One thing glaringly stood out, a dazzling smile of a stranger. Not quite a stranger, he had told you his name. What was it? Spade? No. Strade, that’s it, his name was Strade.

After taking a second to scan your surroundings, you came to the conclusion you were in a basement of some kind. A cement floor and walls, to more than likely prevent outsiders from hearing you. “Damn I’ve watched too many crime documentaries,” you mumble to yourself. You could see tools on the cabinets in front of you, and after focusing on your sense of smell you note the coopery smell of blood. “Great I’ve been kidnapped by a serial killer” you say sighing.

The door to the small set of stairs opens and you hear heavy boot steps coming down. You’re greeted by the familiar grin on the familiar face from last night. You felt a slight blush creep across your face at his grin, but reminded yourself that he had you tied up to a pole in his basement. The darker side of you enjoyed the fact that he was attracted to you to the point he kidnapped you, even though you knew it was wrong. Despite knowing that, you felt the blush grow more as he grinned down at you looking you over.

He licked his lips and grinned bigger. “Hey buddy, you’re already awake? Eager to start our fun? Me too.” His hand unconsciously brushes against the knife in the holster at his side and your thighs clench together automatically as your mind began to imagine how he would use it on you. Your train of though is derailed when your kidnapper smacks his palm to his forehead. “Scheiße! Where are my manners? Can I get you something to eat or drink?”

You raised your eyebrow quizzically. “You’re going to feed me?”

He raises his eyebrow back, “You’re my guest, of course I’m gonna feed you. Makes you last longer. Do you want some?” The grin spread farther on his face.

You could feel your own face heating up more, your CNC kink not realizing this was serious. Without thinking you licked your lips looking up at him. “Can I have something to drink?”

He walks over to the fridge bringing back a can of what you could only guess was a German beer and opened it. He squats down in front of you, putting it to your lips. You drank even though you were hoping for something along the lines of water, not more alcohol. He stands putting the can on the counter and turns around pulling the knife out.

“Time to play,” he purrs out at you, “but first.” He leans over cutting the ropes tying you to the pole letting you stand up. “Take your clothes off.”

“Wh..What?” A deeper red spread across your face. “M-My clothes?”

He chuckled and twirled the knife. “Yes, take your clothes off and don’t make me ask again.” His voice carried a growl that made your heart race.

You began stripping and looked at him. He was watching you, tapping the knife to his chin. You got down to your underwear and stopped. “Underwear too?”

He looked thoughtful for a moment then shook his head, “Those can stay, for now.” The grin turned slightly wicked and you almost moaned at the sight of it. He flips the knife over, catching it by the blade and holds the handle out to you. “Take it.”

Your hand shakily moves out to it and as you wrap your hand around it, he lets it go. “Wh-What am I supposed to do with this?”

“Cut yourself.” He stated as if it was the most obvious option you had. “Cut your thigh for me,” the purr in his voice making you squeeze your thighs tighter.

Pressing the knife to your thigh, you drag it, cutting it open deeper than you meant to. Once you look up, you squeak unconsciously at the sight. Strade now had a blush on his face and was slightly panting, “More.” That was the only word he said and you pressed the knife against your thigh again making another cut. “Again.” Once more you cut into your thigh a moan slipping from your lips.

Dropping the knife to the floor, you looked up at him. Strade’s face was now red and he was panting audibly but he didn’t seem to care. He grabbed you harshly and threw you too the floor crouching down and looking at your cuts. Leaning over, he licks your blood making your face heat up worse than it has ever been. He leans back and presses his thumb against the wound and you moan loudly before clamping a hand over your face. He lets out a moan and reaches forward ripping your underwear off.

“St-“ your words are cut off by his hands wrapping around your throat squeezing it tight but still allowing you to breathe. You barely have time to register what’s happening, when he slams his thick cock into you eliciting a loud moan from your lips. Your hands reach up and your nails dig into his back as he starts slamming into you with a borderline inhuman strength. Moans and yells of his name fly from your mouth.

The hands around your neck squeeze tighter as he growls out “Aren’t you a fucking slut? Enjoying me using your tight fucking hole?” Heavy pants escape his lips as he thrusts deeper into you.

You whimper wanting to pull him closer, but instead you claw at him wanting him to force you to submit. He growls and grabs your arms pinning you down and slams as deep as he can making you scream out. As the pain mixes with pleasure, the scream turns into a loud moan. You feel a sharp pain and turn to see Strade biting into your shoulder. “Ohh god” is all your able to whimper out as you feel yourself submitting fully to his will.

You feel his hands move from your arms, and the rough feel of rope being tied back around your wrists. He pulls his cock out and turns you over pulling your hips up forcing you to be ass up with him behind you.

Suddenly, you feel his cock slam back in as he starts aggressively pounding into your already abused hole. A glint catches your eye and you register that he’s picking the knife back up. A coldness moves on your back as he drags the knife up and down against your skin.

You pant as the blade slightly pierces your skin below your shoulder and he pulls the knife towards himself cutting you down to your hip. “Stöhne für mich Schlampe.” He presses hard against the cut and you moan loudly feeling yourself getting closer. His hand flies forward smacking your ass hard making it sting, then he begins smacking it over and over as he slams harder and faster into you making your mind empty of all rational thoughts.

You feel yourself growing closer to your orgasm, the bubble close to bursting when you notice his movements becoming more focused. He growls, leaning over to bite your shoulder and slams deep. You feel his cum flood you just as your orgasm hits. He holds his cock in, seeming to enjoy your muscles contracting around his cock.

Once you’re done, he pulls out and stands up, putting his cock back into his pants and grabs the first aid kit. “I want you to last longer so I’m stitching these up.” He sits on the floor and quickly stitches your wounds then grabs a bottle of alcohol. “I forgot to sanitize them!” You watch as he pours the alcohol on to the wounds making you pant then moan loudly. “Maybe I’ll keep you.”

He chuckles to himself, then grabs a towel throwing it at you before going over to the stairs and turning the light off. You lightly pat the wounds on your leg then put the towel over you before passing out. The last thing you hear is the basement door closing and the soft sound of voices behind it.

[candieshound]

I don't talk about Strade a lot but... it would be nice to get.. let's just say, tied up and tortured.

maybe fucked.. Maybe I want Strade to breed me. Maybe I want him to force me to do things to myself on camera, or in public.

Gross things, violent things. Anything, as long as it's at my expense. I'd do anything for him and his greasy ass.

He wants me to fuck myself with his knife, sure! I love him

[yam-writes]

it's a cat - strade x reader merry christmas :) it's a cat! Rating: Explicit Relationships: Strade (BTD/TNR)/Reader Tags: Stockholm Syndrome, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Oral Fixation, Extremely Dubious Consent, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Hair-pulling, Unhealthy Relationships, Emotional Manipulation, Porn, Shameless Smut read here or on ao3

The squeezing made it hard to breathe. He held on tight when he slept, treating you more like a pillow pressed against his chest than a person. When he was awake he had a bad habit of pulling you into a gross excuse for a hug and squeezing so hard you thought you were going to suffocate. You flailed your arms against his sides and grabbed at the back of his shirt to pull him off, but he would just squeeze harder. That didn’t change in his sleep, either. He would pull you to him, burying your face in his chest as his arms crushed your back. You were positive that one of these days he was going to break your ribs.

But that was bearable. His grip would usually loosen and you could turn over and press your back against his chest instead of your face, his arm hanging loosely over your side. The worst part about sleeping with Strade was the snoring. It started immediately after he went to sleep, his mouth pressed right against your ear. It didn’t matter if you turned around, moved your head, inched further away from him, his unclear nose was always making him being asleep as horrifying as him being awake. It’s like he couldn’t even leave you alone when he wasn’t conscious, always hellbent on deteriorating every part of your head until your brain was just a pile of mush above your eyes.

So if you didn’t manage to fall asleep before he did, it was a guarantee that you would be staring at the ceiling for hours into the night. It didn’t matter if you told him to turn over, pushed him onto his side, shoved his face away from yours, there was no hiding from the snoring. All you could do was wait for the few minutes when he stopped and hope you could fall asleep fast enough before he started again.

Besides Strade’s mouth, the rest of the house was always quiet. There was never any noise coming from outside (the neighbors were good), and there was never any noise coming from the inside, either. Because of the stillness, your ears had gotten used to the usual sounds, and even over the fan that was whirring softly and the man that was snoring loudly, you could make out when something was different, when a sound was out of place.

And you had definitely just heard an out of place sound coming from somewhere inside the house.

Your whole body stiffened. You froze, shifting your eyes towards the door. You held your breath, waiting to see if the sound came again. After a few seconds, you heard it, a crash just loud enough to be concerning. This time you jumped up, raising yourself up on your elbows and leaning forward slightly. You squinted at the door, trying to make out something in the dark. Your eyes focused and unfocused, making up shapes and figures where they didn’t exist. You shook your head, trying to clear your mind so you could find something.

Your arms began to shake from holding yourself up, and even though your eyes were adjusted to the dark, you weren’t having any success in catching whatever was making the noise or even in hearing any more noises. You swallowed, turning over to face Strade.

“Hey,” you whispered, reaching out and letting your hand graze over his shoulder. You planted your palm on him and pushed slightly.

You swallowed when he didn’t move, shifting on the bed. “Strade,” you said a little louder, pushing him harder.

His shoulder moved at your touch and then his entire body shifted as he turned onto his back. He groaned, smacking his lips together, but otherwise didn’t wake up. He raised his arm above his head.

“Strade,” you whined, stretching out the syllable. You moved your hands to his other shoulder and pushed, rocking him back and forth. “Strade!”

He grunted and moved his arm down, rubbing his forearm against his eyes. He moved again, bending his arm and bringing his other hand up to push his fingers into his eyes. He let out another noise and then moved again, turning over onto his other side.

You let out a groan and shoved him again, saying, “Strade!”

Strade let out a sigh and pressed his palms against his face.

“What?” he grumbled, his back still facing you.

You swallowed, his tone scaring you a bit. You had never woken him up before. For one, him being asleep meant that he wasn’t bothering you and two, he always looked like he was enjoying sleeping quite a bit, and you were afraid of what he would do if you interrupted that.

You glanced at the bedroom door and then turned back to Strade. You stared at him, your eyes wide as you pressed your palms on his shoulder.

“I heard something,” you mumbled, pushing onto him slightly.

“No, you didn’t,” he said, his voice scratchy and low. He shifted, moving his shoulder up and down, trying to get your hands off him.

“I did!” you said, emphasizing your point, wanting him to know that you really did hear something. “Out there.”

Strade sighed. He turned over onto his back, forcing you to let go of his arm. You pushed yourself up completely, sitting on your knees. He laid there for a moment, his eyes closed. Then, he finally opened them, looking at you. He stared at you, not saying anything.

“I really did hear something,” you said, your voice lowering. “It sounded like something was moving around out there.”

Strade looked over to the door. He was silent for a second, but then he looked back at you.

“I don’t hear anything,” he said.

“Can’t you just go look?” you pleaded.

A smile slowly spread across his face. He pushed himself up, half sitting, holding the rest of his weight up with his arm. He leaned towards you, shoving his face into yours.

“Are you scared?” he asked, a crooked smile on his face.

You looked down, cringing away slightly because of the closeness. His glare was intimidating, and the tone of his voice made you think that there was something cooking up in his brain.

“Y-yeah,” you muttered, glancing up at him. You looked back down and swallowed. “I am scared.”

Strade reached his hand out, grabbing your chin and pushing up roughly, forcing you to look at him.

“Why are you scared?” he asked.

You stared up at him, your mouth half open. “Someone could be out there,” you said, the irony of the situation not escaping you.

Strade made a sympathetic noise, tilting his head. He moved his hand, cupping your cheek and rubbing his thumb over your lips. He stared down at them before his eyes flickered up to meet yours.

“Don’t you trust me enough to know that I wouldn’t let anything happen to you?” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You swallowed. You did trust him. It was messed up, but you knew that, when it came down to it, Strade wouldn’t let anybody else do too much damage to you. He wanted to keep that for himself. You trusted Strade enough to know that he wouldn’t kill you. You couldn’t say the same about whoever could’ve possibly been in the house.

“I trust you,” you confirmed. “But it would just make me feel better if you checked.”

“It’s make you feel better?” he repeated.

You swallowed and nodded.

“Well, okay!” Strade said, moving his hand from your face. “I’ll do it to clear your conscience.” He tapped his finger against your forehead before scooting down, pushing you to the side as he climbed off the bed. He stood for a moment, stretching his arms above his head and letting out a small groan as he cracked his knuckles. You turned around on the bed, keeping your knees tucked underneath you. You felt so small, sitting there watching him nonchalantly stretch his sleepiness away while you could feel your heart beating against your chest at the possibility of something being in the house. You felt silly, like a little kid. You watched his shoulder blades move as he bent down, grabbing a pair of sweatpants from the floor and pulling them on. He turned back around and faced you.

“Even though you really don’t have anything to worry about,” he said, stepping towards you, a wicked smile on his face. He reached his arms out and grabbed your shoulders, towering over you. You looked up at him. “I’d never let anything bad happen to you.”

Sure, you thought, but you didn’t say anything. You just nodded.

It was silent for a few seconds as Strade continued to stare down at you, his hand rubbing against your shoulders. You could feel the friction from his palms on your skin, irritating the already abused spots. He had a bad habit of staring, a smile plastered on his face. You tried to look up at him, but his eyes were piercing into your soul and even though what he was doing should’ve been considered romantic, you could feel your skin crawling under his gaze.

But after a few seconds, you heard him take a deep breath in and then say, “You have to come with me, though!” as he grabbed your hand.

He pulled you off the bed, your legs still folded underneath you. When your upper body was successfully dragged off the bed, he let go of your hand, causing you to go tumbling onto the floor. You felt your body suspend in the air as you fell, giving you enough time to throw your arms over your face before you hit the ground. Strade stepped back, letting out a laugh as he looked down at you. You groaned against the floor, shifting your body and looking up at him.

“You want me to go with you?” you asked, sitting up slightly as you rubbed your forearms.

“Well, duh,” Strade said, being down in front of you. “If someone actually is out there, I don’t wanna be the only possible target.”

You let out another groan as you let your head fall towards the floor. You stayed still for a moment, only moving when you heard Strade say, “Get up,” the impatience apparent in his voice. You pushed yourself up and turned your head towards him. As you got to your feet, your legs shaking from the fall and the previous ever present abuse, you watched Strade grab a knife from the nightstand. He held it in his hand, looking at it for a moment before dropping it to his side, letting it dangle lazily from his fingers.

“Ready, puppy?” he asked, his hand on the doorknob.

He wasn’t really worried at all. This entire show was for you, and you were feeling the tinges of regret creeping up your body as your brain raced with thoughts of possibilities of what might exactly be the reason he was even putting on this show. But you just swallowed and nodded anyway.

“Great!” He said, beaming down at you. He turned the knob and opened the door. Then, he reached back and grabbed your shoulder. The hilt of the knife pressed against your shoulder and the blade was behind your head, narrowly missing slicing into your face (something that aws only able to be pulled off so skillfully by someone who was as well versed in knived as Strade).

You felt his hand grip your shoulder hard as he pulled you to him. At first, you thought that he was going to press you against him as you both searched through the house together, but then you felt your body move as he pushed you out the door. “You go first!” he said.

You stumbled out the door, waving your hands in front of you to keep your balance. You stilled, keeping your feet planted on the floor. Strade’s bedroom exited into the upstairs hallways, so you carefully craned your neck to look around. You squinted your eyes, trying to get them to adjust to the darkness. You didn’t see anything, and you couldn’t hear anything either, but you were still too nervous to step any further.

“Go on,” Strade said from behind you, then you felt both his hands on your back as he pushed you again.

You stepped into the push so you wouldn’t fall. You stood still, feeling your shoulder move as Strade brushed past you. Your head shot up, your eyes following him as he strode into the hallway. You watched him walk down, eye the corners, walk back up, check in the other rooms, anywhere that someone might be able to hide. He even checked in places where no one would be able to hide, eyeing you as he dramatically lifted a flower pot. You finally stepped out into the hallway yourself as Strade turned around and went into the other bedroom. You watched him check there, too, not finding anything.

“I told you there was nothing,” Strade said. He placed the knife on a small table in the hallway and walked back towards you with his arms spread, a shrug on his shoulders.

You looked at the floor, feeling a wash of shame. Then, you looked up and pointed towards the stairs.

“You didn’t check down there!” you whined.

“Come on, you have nothing to worry about,” he sighed. He sounded genuine, but you just needed him to look. You just did.

“Please just go check,” you said. “Please.”

Strade stared at you hard, sighing like a disappointed parent. He swallowed and then said, “Fine. You stay up here.”

You gave him a small nod then watched him turn around and walk down the stairs. You stood there, hugging your arms against your body and rubbing up and down, trying to soothe yourself. You didn’t know why you were so frightened. Realistically, you shouldn’t have gone to Strade for support. He was the very person you should be running from, but he was all you had and you needed him. Plus, obviously he wouldn’t let anything happen to you.

You waited for him to come back upstairs, but after a few minutes, you heard the sound of raindrops pattering against the roof. You looked up, then towards the window that was at the end of the hallway. It was dark, but the street lamp outside gave you enough light to see the rain falling, getting harder and harder as the seconds passed. You could hear the sounds of a storm brewing, and you walked towards the window, completely transfixed. You heard the wind pick up, and pressed your hands on the glass as you watched the grass sway and listened to the wind chimes yell. You leaned in closer, pushing your face into the window so you could watch the storm pick up outside.

The sounds of the storm entered your ears and you watched in wonder as it picked up. You hadn’t been outside in what felt like forever. The only times you even stepped foot out of the front door was late at night when you were taking the trash out while Strade watched, and that was only a minute at a time. Otherwise, you were stuck inside. Though, Strade seemed to be getting more and more lenient with each passing day. He would leave the door open when he went on the porch, he would drag you outside to watch him grill something in the backyard, he would even let you lay down on the grass and point out the constellations. You could feel his trust in you growing, and that just made things even weirder. What exactly was the status of your relationship? Thinking about it too hard made your head hurt.

“It’s a cat,” you suddenly heard Strade’s voice say, making you jump as you were pulled out of your thoughts.

You pushed yourself away from the window, turning around and scrunching your eyebrows at his sentence. What did he mean by “it’s a cat?” Your question was soon answered, though, because as soon as you turned around you saw Strade standing in front of you with a white and orange cat in his arms. The cat looked at peace, perfectly content being pressed against Strade’s chest. His fingers scratched between its ears, and the cat raised up, pressing its nose against Strade’s. He jerked back instinctively, then smiled and let out a small laugh before continuing to pet the cat.

“A cat?” you asked, confusion evident in your voice. You stepped closer. You were a little hesitant, just because you were already a little jumpy, but you reached your hand out and let your fingers scratch atop its head, your fingers bumping into Strade’s. You couldn’t help but smile. “How did it get in here?” you said, the confusion turning from defensive to genuine curiosity.

Strade shrugged. “I don’t know,” he said. He flattened his hand on the cat’s head and stroked his palm down. The cat turned its head towards you and leaned in, sniffing your face. You let out a small laugh. “Maybe he slipped in somehow. Or maybe there’s a hole somewhere.”

You didn’t say anything, too focused on petting the cat. It moved in Strade’s arms and he shifted before pushing it towards you. You glanced up at him before letting the cat fall into your arms. You pet the cat, distracting it as Strade grabbed the collar around its neck.

“Collar says he’s from across the street,” Strade said. “I’ll go over there tomorrow and give him back.”

You finally tore your eyes away from the cat, looking up at Strade. He was staring back at you, a small smile on his face.

“What about until then?” you asked.

“I guess he’ll just have to hang out here with us tonight,” Strade said.

You couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your face. You beamed up at Strade, letting out a small, happy gasp before turning back to the cat. You rubbed your face against his. It was such a good cat, not fighting to get away at all. You wanted to keep it, but you knew that he already belonged to someone else. Still, though, you were happy you could keep it for the night at least.

After a few more minutes, you felt Strade nudge your shoulder. “Let’s go back to bed,” he said.

You glanced up at him and then back down to the cat for a second, before hiking it up in your arms and turning around. You headed back to the bedroom, feeling Strade’s presence behind you. When you both had made it, he reached out in front of you and opened the door. You stepped inside and walked to the bed. You let the cat jump out of your arms and onto the bed. You watched as it sniffed around, watching the indentations of its paws on the mattress, before finally finding a spot and plopping down, right between the two pillows.

You turned around and smiled at Strade. He closed the door and then pulled his sweats down, kicking them across the floor. He walked past you, grabbing your wrist as he did and pulling you to the bed. You both climbed on, letting the cat stay settled between you. You laid your head down, reaching a hand up and petting the cat. You kept petting, but after a few minutes, Strade’s voice broke the silence.

“Do you feel better?” he asked.

You looked up and saw that he was staring at you. He was holding himself up on one elbow, his other arm hanging by his side. You swallowed and nodded.

“I told you I wouldn’t let anything happen to you,” he said, his voice sounding smug.

“I know,” you whispered.

Suddenly his arm was leaving his side and his hand was tangling into your hair. He pushed your head to his, pressing your foreheads together.

“I’ll always protect you.” His fingers gripped your hair harder causing your scalp to sting. He smiled a wicked smile at you. “You’re safe with me.”

You believed him.

You stayed like that for a few minutes, your foreheads pressed together, Strade’s fingers rubbing against your head the same way they had rubbed against the cat’s. Then, you felt his fingers tighten and you felt the pain of him grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling.

“Since I did something for you,” he said, dragging your head downwards. You were forced to follow, otherwise your hair would come out in his hands, “you should do something for me.” He finally let go, causing your body to fall, your face hitting his thigh. His hand left your head as he shifted, pushing himself up on the bed so his upper back was pressed against the headboard. He eyeballed you, and you stared back, raising your head up. “Be good for me and suck my dick, okay?”

You gulped, glancing between Strade and the cat for a few seconds before looking back at his dick, already knowing what was going to happen. You didn’t really have a choice. If you didn’t do it yourself, Strade would just pull his underwear down, open your mouth, and fuck your face until you cried. He’d make it worse if you didn’t comply, and you weren’t really feeling like fighting him. You gave him a microscopic nod, and then raised up, moving between his legs.

Strade’s thighs flexed when you placed your hands on them. You ran your palms up his thighs, looking up at him through your lashes. He had one hand across his stomach, the other laid by his side. His fingers twitched with impatience as you slowly hooked your fingers into the waistband of his underwear and pulled down. He shifted, allowing you to pull off his underwear and toss them to the side. He bent his knees, spreading his legs so you would have easier access.

He wasn’t even hard. Maybe a little bit, but it wasn’t enough for you to just put his dick in your mouth and get this over with quickly so you could go back to sleep. He’s really going to make me work for it, you thought, swallowing the lump that was forming in your throat. You scooted back between his legs and got comfortable. You slid your palm across his shaft, grabbing the base and holding it up. His dick twitched and you could see it begin to grow as you leaned down and stuck your tongue out, placing the tip on it. You licked a circle around the tip of his dick and looked up at him. His tummy sucked in as he took in a sharp breath of air, his eyes closed and his head leaned back. He looked… cute. He looked at peace. He looked happy, but a different happy than he usually was. This happy was a content happy. You knew it wouldn’t last long, though. You were going slow, and soon he’d get impatient and just shove your face down until your nose hit his pubes. You figured you’d enjoy this seemingly intimacy for the moment, though.

You placed a wet kiss on the tip before leaning back and wrapping both your hands around the base. You pumped, feeling his cock grow in your hands. You listened to his breathing get heavier, letting out small groans as you slid your hands up and down lightly. After only a few minutes, you ducked your head back down and pressed the flat of your tongue on the underside of the tip. You let your lips wrap around for a second, sucking lightly, before moving his dick to the side and licking a stripe down the underside, across the thick vein that laid there.

Strade let out a low groan. You looked up when you heard movement. The arm that was laid across his stomach had moved, his palm flat against the mattress as he pushed himself up more, his elbow bumping into the cat. It jerked its head towards him and then moved, lying down on top of your pillow. Strade’s eyes followed yours as he glanced at the cat for a second before turning his attention back to you. You got your focus back, too, moving your head back to the tip of his dick. You moved your mouth against it, sticking your tongue out to lick at the precum.

When you finally wrapped your lips around him again, his other hand moved. You felt his fingers tangle into your hair and grip tightly. He pushed your head slightly, and you wrapped your fingers around the base so he couldn’t shove it all the way down your throat. You weren’t ready yet. You bobbed your head, letting him guide you. He was letting out groans that were getting louder and louder. You could feel his hips buck up every few seconds and whatever self control he was managing was about to be thrown out the window. Strade didn’t care about you when his dick was involved.

You sucked, spit dribbling from the sides of your mouth as his hand pushed you further and further down onto his dick. You tightened your throat and heard him grunt. You pumped the base lightly with your other hand, but that proved to be useless when Strade’s other hand left the bed and attached itself in your hair.

“Come on, I know it’s big, but you can take more than that, right?” Strade said, his hands gripping your hair tightly. You felt tears begin to well up from the pain on your scalp, but also from the fact that you hadn’t been let up for a breath of air for a while, only able to take in small breaths through your nose. “Good puppies take it all. You want to be a good puppy, don’t you?”

His voice was rough and your head was hazy with a lack of oxygen. You looked up at him, feeling a tear slide down your cheek. You gave him as much of a nod as you could before moving your hand away. You slid your hands under his legs, wrapping your fingers around his thighs so you would have something to grip onto when the inevitable happened. You barely had enough time to do that, though, before you felt his fingers grip even tighter, banging his knuckles against your head as he pushed down.

He moved your head by your hair, the sting making the tears fall faster. You gripped onto his legs, so tight that he might have marks in the morning. You felt the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat, then he pulled your head back and slammed it down again. He did this a few times until your throat was open enough for him to push himself in even further. You gagged, squeezing your eyes shut as he shoved your head down hard, his cock all the way down your throat.

Strade kept pushing your head until your nose hit your tummy. He stopped moving, and you looked up at him, a panic building up in your head. Your nose was full of his pubes, and your throat clenched around his cock, so if breathing was hard before it was almost impossible now.

No, not almost impossible. Actually impossible. You couldn’t breathe. Your eyes were wide as you stared up at him. You took a sharp breath in, but was met with no air. Your pupils were wild as you tapped against his thighs, trying to get him to let go so you could breathe. But he just kept staring down at you, a wicked smile tugging at his lips.

He moved one hand from your hair to your face, cupping your cheek. His other hand still gripped your hair, making it impossible to move. You really couldn’t breathe, and you could feel your face getting hot and your vision getting foggy. You felt his dick twitch in your throat as you felt slapping his tight, grunting and groaning around his dick, trying desperately to get him away.

“You look so pretty when you’re choking on my cock,” Strade said. He rubbed his palm against your cheek, swiping his thumb down to catch a dribble of your spit. “I think that’s the face you should always make. I think this is all you’re good for. Just made for me to shove my dick in, yeah?”

You let out a choked sob at his words. A few seconds later, his hand moved, pulling your head back. You released from his dick, a ling of spit trailing from your mouth and falling onto your chin. You let out a sickening cough, gasping for air.

“That has to be the prettiest sound in the world,” You heard Strade’s voice say over the sound of the blood rushing in your head and your own coughing.

You looked up at him. His eyes were heavy lidded and his face was bright red. His pupils were blown out as he stroked his dick, his hand pumping up and down. The smile on his face, the way his eyes stayed fixed on you, the way he licked his lips as groans left his mouth. His… pretty mouth. His pretty mouth that praised you, encouraged you, got you through the hardships. He got you through the hardships. You needed him to get you through the hardships, and he was always there for you. You swallowed.

“Come here,” Strade said.

You obliged, quickly crawling back between his legs. You looked up at him as you stuck your tongue out, feeling his cock press against it. When you felt the warmth hit your throat, you closed your mouth, wrapping your lips around the tip and catching every drop of his cum, swallowing it down. Strade let out a deep groan at the sight, his hand squeezing around his own dick. You leaned back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you swallowed down the last of him.

Strade let his body fall against the headboard, his hands dropping to his sides. His chest heaved as he breathed in and out. He raised his hands and ran his fingers through his hair. You sat back on your knees, staring at him. He came, and now you wanted to hug him and press your body against his and feel all his warmth pressed against you. You didn’t even care if he snored or gripped onto you tightly, as long as he was holding you. All you wanted to do was bury your face in his chest and breathe him in until he was the only thing surrounding you.

Eventually, his eyes opened and landed on you. He jerked his head to the side, gesturing for you to come to him. You wasted no time, immediately crawling towards him. The cat sat on your pillow, but that just gave you an excuse to press yourself against Strade more. He raised his arms slightly, allowing you enough room to slide in, placing your head on his shoulder. You wrapped your arm around his tummy and squeezed, causing him to squeeze back. You didn’t even care, though. He grabbed the blanket with his other hand, pulling it around the two of you.

You were snuggled against Strade, your eyes closed and your brain on the edge of sleep when you felt something furry touch your arm. You opened your eyes and saw the cat pushing itself between Strade and you. It laid down under your arm, and you moved your hand and placed it on the cat.

“I think he likes you,” Strade said, a laugh leaving his lips.

You looked up at him, your eyes wide and a smile on your lips. “You think so?” you asked, your voice getting slightly higher.

Strade nodded. “Maybe we’ll have to get one of our own.”

“Really?” you exclaimed, raising your head. The excitement already filling your head.

Strade let out a laugh and then rubbed your shoulder. He threw his head back to let the laugh really leave him. “Go to sleep.”

You grumbled before letting your head fall back against his chest. He was probably just saying that, and besides, a cat was too much trouble. But the knowledge still didn’t stop you from letting your fingers graze against the cat as you fell fast asleep, Strade’s heartbeat filling your ears.

[iguessigotta]

Hey! Here's an info post! Wow! [updated july 2023]

INBOX (not???) FIXED?? - Since the inbox on this blog is still busted, send requests to my main blog. I'll update this post once the problem is fixed.

[things i've requested] [dream tag] [#theherofuse]

I mostly write fluff, but also write smut - those posts will have warnings on them and will be 18+

Inbox is open for requests:

fics/drabble

headcanons

imagines/scenarios

you can also infodump about the weird character-related dreams you've been plagued with like some sickly victorian-era nobleman

I am willing to write romantic (❤️), platonic (🌼), or dark (💀) content for my faves:

Darkiplier (markiplier)❤️

Karl Heisenberg (re8)❤️

Kars [potentially the other pillarmen too] (jjba)❤️🌼

Kakyoin (jjba)🌼

Jotaro (jjba)🌼

Bruno (jjba)❤️

Leone (jjba)❤️

Risotto (jjba)❤️

Cullen Rutherford (dragon age inquisition)❤️

Kurama/Yoko Kurama (yyh)❤️🌼

Julian Devorak (arcana)❤️

Rire (btd)❤️💀

Strade (btd)💀

Eddie Gluskin (Outlast: Whistleblower)💀

Bucky (mcu)❤️

Loki (mcu)❤️🌼

Geralt [Eskel is a fave too but I haven't played the games yet & what they did to him in the show is a travesty so idk if I actually can write for him] (witcher)❤️🌼

Shunsui (bleach)❤️

Ukitake (bleach)❤️

Michael Langdon (ahs:a)❤️💀

Elder Prince Lorian (ds3)❤️💀

Younger Prince Lothric (ds3)❤️💀

More faves can and will be added as I think of them

I am willing to write platonic (probably only headcanons tho) for characters connected to my faves.

Wanna request a character but you're not sure if I'll write for them? Go ahead and send it in, worst case I'll turn it down.

[cynicism-on-ice]

BTD / TPOF Roleplay search

Hello! I’m searching for a 1x1 Boyfriend to Death or The Price of Flesh Roleplay particularly right now. OC Friendly! 

As this fandom is not for minors, neither is this RP request. I am now only taking people who are 20+ for BTD roleplays no exceptions. I will not put up with people keeping their age from me or lying about it.

As for who I play for BTD, I mainly play Ren, Strade, and maybe Rire. However, I strongly am looking to play as Ren or Strade but of course I can do Rire as well if an idea interests me enough.

For TPOF, I’m most confident in The Announcer, Derek, Mason, and then Celia in that order for the main routes, and for more side characters I also play Dragon, Komodo, and Tom. Maybe even The Demon(to avoid spoils) if you suggest a good idea?

For who you play, I’m OC friendly and though I strongly prefer canon characters and I’ll take just about anyone, I will also take OCs with no problem, so don’t worry! Bonus points for interesting/unique OCs.

Some ideas I have had come to mind:

This one includes Ren and Strade where the positions get flipped. It could happen when Strade gets attacked (or at some point before it), but instead of Ren freezing up, this time Ren ends up saving him only to take him captive in his own home, taking advantage of his injured state and it goes from there. I just think it's fun. I prefer to play the Ren there, but I could do Strade in it instead if you prefer.

Or, a roleplay where Ren does end up saving Strade when he was nearly killed and maybe Strade wants to include Ren more on his antics?

Now, a (perhaps odd for BTD) OC idea premise. What if the OC, for one reason or another, has Ren staying with them and wants to help him heal? Be they someone whose home Ren broke into after running off at one point, an officer or investigator if the home was found and raided before or after Strade's death? Idk. Healing wouldn't be smooth or go well at all, and that route could go in a number of different routes tbh. It kinda interests me.

That’s the basics of those ideas, the rest such as levels of smut and gore can be discussed privately if you are interested! 

But if you aren’t interested in those ideas, then that’s absolutely fine! I love to discuss roleplays, and if you come to me with a character(or characters I can help choose from), we can definitely discuss something that will work together. c:

I’m also very open content wise, so there is fairly little that I will turn down, so no fears in suggesting things to me!

If you’re interested in any of the characters I play and think you’d like to RP with me, or have questions, you can message me here or ask for my Discord!

[slashesotron]

Tag Game!

@beetle-drip tagged me!

1. Why did you choose your URL? It, and my smutty art blog, are plays on my regular art handle. I think I’m funny. (Also, it was to both avoid having minors find my accounts, and to make it so that people who follow my regular blog would go ‘oh, it’s you!’)

2. Any side blogs?

This is a side blog! I also have...

My main blog / reblogger / mishmash

My main art blog

My smutty art blog

A murderoc / dark content reblogger to keep this account mostly just my art (and so I can be embarrassing in relative privacy)

A smut reblogger ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

A Dragon Age sideblog (mostly dormant)

A Fallout sideblog (mostly dormant)

A Shigaraki sideblog that I once did writing and art for (mostly dormant)

Avery’s aes blog (retired)

3. How long have you been on tumblr? Oh god, uhh.... I’m not sure, but I remember that my very first theme for my main was Loki-based......... if that says anything.

4. Do you have a queue tag? Nah.

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place? I started this blog because I figured my gore and dark content should probably stay separate from my more vanilla stuff, especially since I’d started getting into BTD and it was getting more frequent.

6. Why did you choose your icon? Avery’s tits are pretty. Also it just... suits, even if this blog has been more Atlas than Avery for a while.

7. Why did you choose your header? Aestus riddled with arrows just makes a good header... and does a good job at giving an idea of what you’ll find here.

8. What’s your post with the most notes? I checked jetblackcode and it turns out it’s the one of half-dead Lawrence being forced to lick Strade’s boots. You’re all perverts 😔 Second place, third, fourth. One I didn’t expect was my yandere Lupin piece to be in fifth place.

9. How many mutuals do you have? I have absolutely NO idea.

10. How many followers do you have? On this blog, currently 2018 (I’ve blocked so, so many people without ages in their bios)

11. How many people do you follow? 589, though I’m sure a huge portion of those blogs are inactive now.

12. Have you ever made a shitpost? Now and then! I even have a tag for them.

13. How often do you use tumblr each day? Let’s just pretend I don’t check it at least a dozen times or more.

14. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? Not really; more just people being extremely weird.

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts? Fuck offffff.

16. Do you like tag games? Only sometimes!

17. Do you like ask games? Occasionally!

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous? I feel weird name-dropping jfldgkhjdkf

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual? That’s beyond the scope of this blog 🔪

20. No pressure tags: @anger-issue @angelblood @deathstalkersdemise @murotic

[morgana-ren]

Would you ever consider writing for Ren?

I assume you mean BTD Ren, right? Ummm… I guess that highly depends, honestly. 

I might be able to write a cute little ficlet or drabble based on Ren, but when it comes to huge, time consuming, multi-chaptered fics like the ones I have for Strade, I sort of doubt it? This is for a few reasons.

I know Ren is canonically of age, but he gives off a super innocent vibe to me. Like I want to protect that little fellow. I know he sort of goes 1-fuckin-80 in the second game, but his first impression lasted on me. 

I’m what my sister calls “A Big Bad™ fucker.” I write for villains usually. I want someone who is gunna grab me by the throat, force me to my knees, spit in my mouth and then tell me the only way I’m leaving them is death. I know Ren could technically be that way, but I feel like he would be trying to mimic Strade too much in my writing. A lot of Ren’s personality feels like he was so warped by his time with Strade that he almost couldn’t function without that dysfunction anymore, so he tried to be something he wasn’t. He started wearing Strade’s clothes, and even ate his heart in what feels to me like a weird way to “absorb” him or become him because his Stockholm Syndrome had become so strong that he NEEDED that. He NEEDED Strade, but Strade died as a resort of his mind’s last ditch effort to escape. I can write cutesy shit. It’s not my strong point necessarily but I can do it. I could write a cute one shot or something where Ren and MC end up in a mutual love arrangement. But writing Ren as a domineering, sexual being like I do with Strade? Writing a smut scene with him? Nah, maybe not unless I was really trying to expand my perspective. Maybe even a torture scene or something. But my guess is it would turn into a deeper look into why Ren feels the need to continue Strade’s legacy despite the fact that he’s dead and Ren can be free and seek help now. Or maybe I’m just too thirsty for Strade’s cock to even think about another character from that game. (I always wanted to write for Cain, though. I’d let that demon fuck me into a new dimension. And Vincent ain’t half bad either. I have a strange love for Sano and Akira.)I love Ren. I love him as a character and I find him cute and adorable. But I don’t think he really fills my need to be dominated and owned, and I assume that’s what you mean, since that’s usually what I write?