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Caustic had to admit, he was amused by Mirage’s theatrics in this moment, his cock even twitching a bit at the sight of his full damp lips being so close to his length. When his tongue finally made contact, he let out a ragged groan, his hands clenching into fists at his sides as his head fell back. His breaths became more audible as he continued, a sharp inhale catching in his throat as Mirage finally took him into his mouth.”Fuck,” he rasped, hands flying to tangle themselves in his hair and head falling forward so he could watch him. Letting out a airy chuckle as Mirage choked and struggled to fit him, he let it slide on the first time, indulging in the wet heat like none he had ever experienced around him. But when Mirage took him in a second time, he jerked his hips forward, forcing his entire cock down his throat this time and looking down at him with a pleased look in his eye as his lips shifted at his root. With large hands he held him there, feeling his throat quake and constrict around him every time he swallowed. The feeling of it had him very hard now and he knew if held him there long enough he would spill down his throat, but he had other plans. Finally pushing him off, his fully erect cock hooked upwards as Mirage’s swollen lips popped off of him, now slick with spit and precum. “You were right. It seems your large mouth is useful for more than mindless babbling afterall,” he gave the closest he could to a compliment. “But I am sure you are here for more than just oral and I must admit, I am curious about what that buttocks looks like when not crammed into those tight pants you wear in the arena.” Cock still out and proud, Caustic took a step back and leaned against one of the shelves with his arms folded across his chest. “Strip for me.”

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Caustic’s stern brow raised a bit as he felt the the hardening length beneath the fabric. ”I must confess, I am impressed,” Caustic claimed, releasing his hold, “Although I am still not entirely convinced that your confidence is not falsified. Let us put it to the test.” Taking a step back, Caustic reached down to the top of his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them slowly while watching Mirage for any wavering in his expression. Finally opening the front of his pants, Caustic slipped a hand beneath the waistband of his briefs, fishing out his length.  With his other hand aiding by pushing the fabric down, he freed his soft cock from its confines, weighing it in his palm for a moment before dropping his hands to his sides. “Ah, there we are,” he sighed, his tone mirroring how pleased he was with his own size. “Now, time for you to put your money where you mouth is. Or should I say, your mouth where my-” he cut himself off, but still wore a confident expression, a small smirk even gracing his lips as he made a small motion with his hands for Mirage to finish the statement on his own and get to work.

Mirage tensed up immediately at Caustic’s reaction, his heart beginning to race as the huge man came stomping over from where he had been standing and positioned himself right in front of him. He instinctively uncrossed his arms and drew himself up to his full height, which did nothing when it came to Caustic. He tilted his head back so that he could look him in the eyes, deciding that if he was going to die, then he was going to face it head on. Barely suppressing the urge to flinch when Caustic placed his hands on the table on either side of him, bracketing him there with his arms, Mirage was surprised to feel a slight shiver run through him when the other man spoke into his ear. It wasn’t one of fear like you would expect, but rather one of anticipation and…want.

You’ve really gone off the deep end now, huh?

Taking a moment to slowly lick his dry lips, Mirage contemplated his next move. It didn’t last very long, however. Before he could even register what he was doing, he was leaning back against the table as he said, “I want you to fuck me.” There was no hint of a stutter this time, and he flashed Caustic a slow, almost lazy grin. “Please.”

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Caustic: I feel most alive when rapidly approaching my death

His teammates:

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“Concise and polite,” Caustic husked,”I wasn’t aware you were capable of being either.” Leaning back so he could get a better look at him, Caustic mulled over a few ideas of how to make this more difficult. It was obvious the other man relied on his strange “charm” to get everything he wanted. Unfortunately for Mirage, it didn’t work on him. It hadn’t from the beginning despite it somehow working on practically every other Legend. Now that he thought about it, he was rather careless coming in here with no other plan than this. Or maybe he did have another plan and he was just waiting for the right time? It seemed unlikely.

Squinting at him for a moment, Caustic started again in an accusing tone, “How about honest? Your mouth may say one thing, but the body tends to have a mind of its own.” Removing one of his hands from the table, he dug his fingers into Mirage’s hip before dragging them down and across to his groin. “Let’s see just how much of you wants this, shall we?” Hand cupping the area where Mirage’s cock sat in his pants, his palmed it once roughly before giving it a hard squeeze.

Mirage tensed up immediately at Caustic’s reaction, his heart beginning to race as the huge man came stomping over from where he had been standing and positioned himself right in front of him. He instinctively uncrossed his arms and drew himself up to his full height, which did nothing when it came to Caustic. He tilted his head back so that he could look him in the eyes, deciding that if he was going to die, then he was going to face it head on. Barely suppressing the urge to flinch when Caustic placed his hands on the table on either side of him, bracketing him there with his arms, Mirage was surprised to feel a slight shiver run through him when the other man spoke into his ear. It wasn’t one of fear like you would expect, but rather one of anticipation and…want.

You’ve really gone off the deep end now, huh?

Taking a moment to slowly lick his dry lips, Mirage contemplated his next move. It didn’t last very long, however. Before he could even register what he was doing, he was leaning back against the table as he said, “I want you to fuck me.” There was no hint of a stutter this time, and he flashed Caustic a slow, almost lazy grin. “Please.”

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Caustic froze at Mirage’s answer, squinting as he made sure he heard him right, which was confirmed by the other man’s rambling. Setting his jaw, he slowly took his glasses from his face, folding them and placing them next to the open case and turned to Mirage. “Pardon?” he hissed, pushing back from the table and positioning himself so he was in front of him, heavy footfalls sounding around the mostly silent room. He stopped when he was standing over Mirage, eyes running over him and taking in his small form despite his best efforts at making himself look large.  So this was the sort of game he was playing at. Part of him wanted to let the rare fit of rage boiling up from deep within take over him, but the other was hungry; hungry for answers, hungry for revenge, hungry for... satisfaction. He couldn’t see why he couldn’t please both.

“Don’t be coy, Elliot. I find it unappealing. Besides, you have already made it this far. It would be a pity for your plan to be foiled by your own miscommunication.” Placing his hands on the table on either side of Mirage, Caustic leaned down and tilted his head so his lips were almost brushing his ear. “Now, run it again, but this time communicate your desires clearly.”

Caustic paused for a long moment, looking Mirage up and down, trying to figure out what his game was and if it was really worth it to let him touch his tools. Fortunately for the other man, his smile convinced him to keep playing, as he was already squirming like a rat whose tail he trapped beneath his boot just from being under his gaze.

Shifting the bottle in his hand so one hand was gripping the neck firmly, he let out a gravelly sigh, “Fine.” Without telling him to follow, he turned and made his way back towards the hall he had originally came from, eyes trained dead ahead as he plowed through the crowd. Apparently though one of the members of the press didn’t get the memo that he wasn’t there to entertain them, striding up enthusiastically to walk along side him.

“Mr. Caustic! You and your gas had some impressive moments in the ring today!” He rattled this all off rather quickly. Perhaps he got half the memo. Still, it was not enough and he knew if they moved on to the man behind him, he would have to leave him and may not be able to satisfy his curiosity tonight.

“Hmmm. Indeed. Would you care for a demonstration?” There was a look of clear confusion across the peppy man’s features before Caustic quickly pulled the small canister from his belt and sprayed the green gas directly in his face. Immediately the man was doubling over and then on the floor, eyes clamped shut and coughing as other members from his crew ran up to aid him. “You are welcome. Few viewers get such a personal look at what really happens in the games. You should count yourself lucky.” Looming over him for a moment, he then continued to make his way towards his destination. “Your airways should return to normal in five minutes and the burning should stop within the hour. If not, I would advise you seek a medical professional,” he called back while keeping his eyes on the path ahead, not looking back to see if the other man was still following or not.

Caustic knew every route to the lab like the back of his hand and it did not take him long for him to return to it, walking through the sliding doors and taking in a deep breath of the sanitized air. Boots thudding against the hard floor as he made his way over to his immaculate work space. Pulling down a toolkit from one of the shelves, he took it over to the table, popping it open to reveal a well-organized case of screwdrivers. “Which head do you require?” he asked, placing the reading glasses back on his nose as he looked over his tools. He liked to keep everything in its own space and he was hardly about to let Mirage go through his things and shuffle everything around.

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Caustic paused for a long moment, looking Mirage up and down, trying to figure out what his game was and if it was really worth it to let him touch his tools. Fortunately for the other man, his smile convinced him to keep playing, as he was already squirming like a rat whose tail he trapped beneath his boot just from being under his gaze.

Shifting the bottle in his hand so one hand was gripping the neck firmly, he let out a gravelly sigh, “Fine.” Without telling him to follow, he turned and made his way back towards the hall he had originally came from, eyes trained dead ahead as he plowed through the crowd. Apparently though one of the members of the press didn’t get the memo that he wasn’t there to entertain them, striding up enthusiastically to walk along side him.

“Mr. Caustic! You and your gas had some impressive moments in the ring today!” He rattled this all off rather quickly. Perhaps he got half the memo. Still, it was not enough and he knew if they moved on to the man behind him, he would have to leave him and may not be able to satisfy his curiosity tonight.

“Hmmm. Indeed. Would you care for a demonstration?” There was a look of clear confusion across the peppy man’s features before Caustic quickly pulled the small canister from his belt and sprayed the green gas directly in his face. Immediately the man was doubling over and then on the floor, eyes clamped shut and coughing as other members from his crew ran up to aid him. “You are welcome. Few viewers get such a personal look at what really happens in the games. You should count yourself lucky.” Looming over him for a moment, he then continued to make his way towards his destination. “Your airways should return to normal in five minutes and the burning should stop within the hour. If not, I would advise you seek a medical professional,” he called back while keeping his eyes on the path ahead, not looking back to see if the other man was still following or not.

Caustic knew every route to the lab like the back of his hand and it did not take him long for him to return to it, walking through the sliding doors and taking in a deep breath of the sanitized air. Boots thudding against the hard floor as he made his way over to his immaculate work space. Pulling down a toolkit from one of the shelves, he took it over to the table, popping it open to reveal a well-organized case of screwdrivers. “Which head do you require?” he asked, placing the reading glasses back on his nose as he looked over his tools. He liked to keep everything in its own space and he was hardly about to let Mirage go through his things and shuffle everything around.

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Why Caustic is Actually a Really Good Villain Character and Why I Hate (Some of) Tumblr’s Take on Him

Look, to me, Caustic is just a damn good, terrifying villain for a battle royale game. I meam for the love of god, the guy dedicates his life to science and knowing ways to use it against humanity. He is willing to take people’s lives in the name of science. Not just women, not just minorities.

ANY

ONE

Can fall victim to his inhumane experiments. He could care less if you’re a dude as well.

Which leads me to my next topic.

I utterly despise how tumblr just straight up label him as this “cis white incel” without any evidence to back this up. Yeah he’s edgy (given his dark character background) but why for fuck’s sake are people here giving him the “SJW Villain” label? Nowhere did it say he’s homophobic. Nowhere did it say he’s transphobic.

It makes no sense for this guy to be called such bullshit when he just doesn’t like ANYONE equally.

Yall didn’t do that to Moira, who mind you was a scientist wanting to promote inhumane experiments on human genetics (been a while since I read up on Overwatch lore) when she was released in Overwatch, so why do that to Caustic? Oh wait, that’s right, she’s a woman, that’d be blasphomy to talk shit about her.

then again this is tumblr, common sense and logic have no place here

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It was hard to miss Mirage when he entered a room. Other than the cameras immediately snapping towards the fan favorite and a series of murmurs and swoon spreading across the crowd that made Caustic roll his eyes and kick back another drink, he was just naturally a flamboyant person. It was obvious he knew this as well, using an images of himself as his main ability on the battlefield. Although Caustic had blown him off in the beginning for it, he couldn’t deny the amount of times it helped their squad win some risky firefights. It also made it extremely easy to lure enemies into his traps, giving him valuable time to observe and take notes and overall proving its own commendable utility.

He had been watching the little exchange between the three Legends for a while, eyes narrowing as he noticed them taking quick glances back at him. It wasn’t that he was worried about them talking behind his back and spreading rumors like a little school kid, but more suspicious as it was obvious they were up to something. His suspicions only grew when he saw Mirage break off and immediately start in his direction, a low grunt rumbling in his throat at the displeasure of having his “quiet” corner invaded. As he leaned against the wall next to him, Caustic merely blinked at him for a moment, a slight buzz starting at the edge of his mind as he tried to calculate just how many gnat-like brain cells were bumping around in Mirage’s skull. Part of him wanted to shut down whatever he was up to right now to save himself the trouble, but his curiosity convinced him to wait to see exactly where this was going to lead.

“If I were out here for those cockroaches, I wouldn’t be standing in a secluded corner armed with the proper repellent,” he replied in a disparaging tone, his free hand settling on the small container on his belt as he eyed Mirage. “No, I am just here for the Spirytus,” he raised the bottle of clear liquid, before taking another drink, much smaller this time as he felt it beginning to go to his head. Releasing another crisp, satisfied sigh as the beverage burned down his throat, he examined it closely as he continued, “This is the closest a human can get to drinking pure alcohol... without the potential rapid cellular dehydration, that is. Lifeline was going to taint it by creating some sort of fruity compound, was my conjecture. I rescued it from such an ignominious fate.”

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Another day. Another win. Another dumbass who managed to lodge a bullet in a gas trap trigger mechanism. Cramming a screwdriver next to the bullet, Caustic growled as he worked it around best he could until the bullet finally came free, clattering across the workshop floor and rolling out of sight. Glancing into the port, he scratched through his thick beard with the end of the screwdriver as he assessed he damage. It was horribly misshapen and covered in a black residue, the metal was pulled back on one side where the bullet had hit just to the side of the edge and made its own path. It hadn’t even been a good shot which just added insult to injury. The trap was useless until he could get a new panel made for it. Putting the device back with the others, Caustic let out a sigh, hand coming up to ruffle the back of his hair, still damp from his rinse in the chemical shower. 

Taking a glance around the Apex Games’s sorry excuse for a laboratory, he was debating his next course of action when he saw his tablet screen illuminate with a notification. Scowling, he made his way slowly over to it, picking it up and unlocking it with a swipe only to squint curiously when he saw it was Wraith.

W: I made a bet with Gibraltar that you would actually join the party tonight.

C: You are a poor gambler.

W: Then you don’t have anything to be afraid of if I offer you a bet.

C: I’m not interested.

W: Hold on. Let me make it first! I bet you can’t drink Spirytus neat.

C: ...

W: Either that or AJ is going make mixers with it.

C: What are the terms?

W: You get Spirytus and I win a bet? Can’t it just a be a win-win situation? 

Tugging at his wild beard in thought, Caustic paused a moment, squinting at the screen. This was a lure to get him out into the crowed, Wraith hadn’t even tried to cover that up, yet he was tempted to take it. Spirytus was a weakness of his. It had the highest level of alcohol that was possibly safe to drink and it went down hard, but that was what made it so satisfying. After just another moment of thought, he replied back.

C: That is much more a deal than a bet. You should check your vocabulary next time to avoid confusion.

Setting his tablet down, Caustic adjusted his reading glasses on his nose and tugging down the bottom of his chemistry shirt, he began making his way towards the door. Reaching for the handle, he paused for a moment and doubled back for a small container that closely resembled pepper spray. Hooking it on his belt, he then proceeded out the door, the sound of his thick-soled boots echoing through the empty hall.

It took him a bit to reach the common area and when he did, he found himself immediately regretting his decision. Heavy bass wracked his ears and people were everywhere, dancing and talking. Worse yet, the press were there interviewing people. It was a good thing he brought his spray, but he kept it sheathed for now, instead walking purposefully towards the beverage table while ignoring surprised glances. Honing in on the bottle of clear liquid, the large man swiftly popped its cap while his eyes scanned the crowd for Wraith. Unsurprisingly enough, her eyes were already on him when he finally found her and when their eyes met, he kicked back the bottle, taking a good few gulps before lowering it with a quiet satisfied sigh. His mouth and throat burned, but he relished in the sensation, lifting the bottle in Wraith’s direction only for her to flip him off and offer him a rare smile. Giving her a flat look in response, he took another swig and wandered towards the quietest corner of the room, leaning against the back wall and watching a screen playing a highlight reel from the last game while absently swirling the liquid around in hand.

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My two sexuality headcanons for Caustic are either

. Sex repulsed asexual with a superiority complex

or

. Kink lord extreme, fucks to survive

and there is no in between

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Yo so how much of my soul would I have to sell you for a drawing of overworked caustic with his nerdy coffee mug? (Your art is amazing btw)

i love the god damn nerd cups

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Breeeathe it innn~~