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the-six-that-thrive-if · 2 years ago
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THE SIX THAT THRIVE IS A 18+ INTERACTIVE FICTION! THIS DEALS WITH DISTURBING THEMES OF HORROR, MURDER, GORE, VIOLENCE, EXPLICIT SEX SCENES, ABUSE, DISCRIMINATION, AND DARK ROMANCE! PLEASE BE AWARE WHEN INTERACTING WITH THIS STORY
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♡ | DELVE DEEPER |
♡ | DEMO | ~ LAST UPDATED: AUGUST 2ND 2023
♡ | PATREON | DISCORD | ASK BOX |
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AMERICA | NORTHEAST | DISTRICT 6 | DATE UNKOWN
ILLECEBRA
/ilˈle.ke.bra/
/noun/
1. the state of enticement and or lure.
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“Anyone with the illecebra Illness is destined to die at the age of 22. There is no cure.”
You were destined to die in 22 years. Since the moment of your birth, you have known your downfall. The age in which you die. You aren’t sure why your parents told you, why they wanted you to know on your tenth birthday, but they did. Holding back tears as if they were the ones to suffer, as if they knew the exact moments they’d die. You like to pretend they prepared you, made you live your life without fear, but—
You’re 22 this year. With no cure in sight, and no way to prevent what is bound to happen to you. You’ll die and you’ll die soon. Unless you can make a deal.
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Nearly two thousand years ago, creatures assumed only myth broke free from the ground and ripped away the sky. Fighting amongst themselves and fighting and killing humans. Unable to fight against these creatures, the creation of districts came into being, representing states, nations, and countries, bound to crawl amongst the floor and a dome of safety for the humans living.
Your story begins within the District of Six, one of the first domes built, and the location of the Eclipse Facility, which is in charge of studying Subjects who are monsters from the outside.
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☼ Bring Death to a vicious cycle and allow destiny to take a course or Save a vicious world, which seems to be beyond saving. It is up to you.
☼ Customizable MC
[Name, Personality, Gender, Pronouns, Appearance(tattoos n scars), Traits, Allergies, Diet, Piercings, Aesthetics, & More]
☼ Ability to have certain traits, likes, and disabilities
[Favorite Foods, Smoking/Drinking Habits, & More]
[Personality, Mental Illness, Hearing Aids, Prosthetic Arms or Legs and choosing how you lost + MORE]
☼ Options that have and effect on romantic and platonic relationships.
☼ Choose between seven romanceable Love Interests or None at All.
☼ Stats that will affect the story.
☼ The ability to fight, run, hide, and survive.
[Harem Route & Poly Routes Optional]
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☽☼☾ [THE DEMON] SUBJECT F-24:
THE FIRE WHICH BREATHS — {AMAB - MAN}
A sadistic and sarcastic demon that is often quiet and looms around you like a shadow, he's oddly cold to others and can be described as being dosed with water. He's smart, far smarter than the others, and only cares for your input. He's murderous and has no qualms about killing others for you. No matter how good they seem. He's lazy but has an extremely good sense of smell and exceptional hearing.
“What the others think, matter not. I’m here for you and you alone.”
༺ Appearance:
6’7FT[200.66CM] He says long, shaggy black hair that reaches his waist and messy side hair pieces that messily shape his face. He has striking almond-shaped gold eyes that seem to glow. He has an athletic build and warm tan skin that's littered with scars, such as cuts, bites, gashes, healed bullet holes, and claw marks. He has a facial scar that runs vertically along his lip's left side.
[UNKNOWN YRS OLD, SPECIES: DEMON BLOODHOUND]
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☽☼☾ [THE ANGEL] SUBJECT L-18:
THE WESTERN WINDS WHICH BLOWS — {AFAB - WOMAN}
A calm and energetic person who switches often. Sometimes being extremely energetic and loud, while others, she's calming, and sometimes you forget she's even there. She's kind and loves humans and mortals. She finds their short lifespans adorable and thinks humans are adorable since she's lived many lifetimes. She is quite the birdbrain and often jumps from topic to topic.
“Aw, humans are the cutest~ I just love, love, love ‘em!”
༺ Appearance:
6’0FT[182.88CM] She's a tall woman with the orangish-yellow talons and legs of a harpy eagle, with two large white wings that fade into a pastel yellow. She has the tail of a bird, which is a pastel yellow that fades into a pastel blue. Her skin is white, almost yellow, and she's covered in an assortment of blue freckles, varying in color.
[3000 YRS OLD, SPECIES: HARPY]
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☽☼☾ [THE DRAGON] SUBJECT R-12:
THE WATER IN WHICH BITES — {??? - GENDERFLUID}
A quiet and soft-spoken woman who spends most of his time reading. She's very straightforward, blunt, and struggles to pick up on social cues. He likes the dark and spends time in the dark corners, only speaking up when necessary. She's obedient and kind but dislikes humans.
“… No. It is simply easier for my skin to remain in the dark.”
༺ Appearance:
5’11FT(180.34CM) She's a tall and slender woman with dark brown skin that looks almost black and black eyes. She has raven black hair that reaches her feet, with two long dark blue horns. Her back is lined with dark blue spikes. Her wrist, upper thighs, upper arms, and ankles have white armbands. She also has a thick lizard-like tail with spikes that run along the middle. While her forehead has an intricate design, similar to a circlet.
[UNKNOWN YRS OLD, SPECIES: DRAGON(UNCOMFIRMED)]
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☽☼☾ [THE ARMADILLO] SUBJECT X-6:
THE EARTH IN WHICH LIVES — {AMAB - GENDERFLUID}
A hardheaded and stubborn individual who is strong-willed but hates change. They often spend time sleeping, curled up into a ball like a rolly-polly. They hate humans and don't shy away from letting you know; they're sometimes outspoken and aggressive.
“Get away, please! The last thing I need is human cooties!”
༺ Appearance:
6’10FT(208.28CM) He has deep brown skin and glowing emerald green eyes, with pale brown armor plates along his back, starting at the base of his neck, with a long flat tail that drags behind him. He has short curly dark brown hair, and his face is dusted in white and pale brown freckles.
[1046 YRS OLD, SPECIES: UNKNOWN (WITHIN ARMADILLO FAMILY)]
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☽☼☾ THE WARDEN:
THE VOID WHICH BECKONS — {AMAB - MAN}
A towering, intimidating man that rarely speaks but is quite sadistic. He cares for order more than justice and is okay with playing the role of the bad guy. He prefers it. He's seen as emotionless and uncaring but constantly aware of his surroundings. He demands attention and unwavering loyalty.
“You must simply follow the rules. Or die. There is no other option.”
༺ Appearance:
6’7FT[200.66CM] Simple black slacks, thick black winter trench with silver buckles and chains, and a black helmet similar to a 12th Century English Knight.
[UNKNOWN YRS OLD, SPECIES: SPECKULATED SHADOW BEING OR CHAOS DEMON]
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TWO HIDDEN LOVE INTERESTS - THE KING & ????
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☽☼☾ HAREM [MAIN] ROUTE:
F-24, L-18, R-12, X-6, WARDEN, & MC
☽☼☾ POLY ROUTES:
Poly Route One: F-24, WARDEN, & MC
Poly Route Two: L-18, R-12, & MC
Poly Route Three: L-18, R-12, X-6, & MC
Poly Route Four: R-12, Warden, & MC
Poly Route Five: X-6, Warden, & MC
Poly Route Six: F-24, R-12, Warden, & MC
Poly Route Seven: F-24, R-12, & MC
[You’ll learn their names in book]
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marsbar17 · 9 months ago
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You know what I'm here for >:)
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My lovely girlfriend requested some hardcore Bloodhound x reader smut, so here you go! It's the longest thing I've written so far on this blog hshdhsjja
CONTAINS: smut, primal play, bondage, getting hunted in the forest, praise, little bit of degrading, biting, breeding kinks, slight sex ritual stuff, voyeurism if you count the Allfather as a person, proper aftercare for once, AMAB bloodhound, they have a penis because I said so, gender neutral reader
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Bloodhound wasn't the type of person to ask for much sexually, preferring to go along with what you want and ask for. So it was incredibly surprising when they nervously came to you and brought up the idea of primal play. It was shocking, but you weren't against it.
Obviously, you started off slow to warm up to it. Bloodhound started putting you into mating presses more often, even if it was already their favorite position. You swear you could hear them growling under their breath as they fucked into you, pressing all their weight on top of you and keeping you trapped under them. And the bite marks they would leave along your shoulders and chest were hard to explain to anyone who saw them. But it was so good. They way they claimed you like you were some kind of weak bitch made you cum the hardest you ever had in your whole life.
Safe to say, primal play was one of the most popular things in your sex life. So, when Bloodhound came to you again, more confident this time, you were excited to hear what they would suggest.
"I would like to do something more, in terms of these... primal urges." They said, standing by you as you prepared a meal in your shared kitchen. Bloodhound had just come home carrying some fish from a river nearby and handed them to you to cook. It was just the way things were between the two of you. Obviously, they were the better hunter, so in order to balance chores you cooked whatever they brought home.
"What were you thinking of?" You responded, eyes still honed in on where the knife you held slid through the flesh of the fish.
"I would like to... hunt you."
It took a moment for the words to register in your brain, but when they did, you immediately put the knife down and turned towards them. Bloodhound still wore all their gear, and suddenly it felt intimidating. They moved closer, caging you against the counter with a hand on either side of your waist.
"Litla kanína, I want to chase you. To catch you. To claim you. I want you to run from me, and I want you to hide from me while I hunt you down like the prey that you are."
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So that's how you got here, sharp thorns scratching your ankles and calves as you ran through the trees as fast as you could. You had nothing on you other than your clothes and an alarm keychain as a sort of 'safe word.' Bloodhound said they'd give you a five minute headstart, and you intended to use it to get as far away as possible.
The autumn leaves were crisp under your feet as you ran, not even trying to be quiet. Your body was acting purely on instinct, not knowing what to do in a situation like this. Seeing a small alcove made out of fallen trees, you turned towards it and shuffled under the cover.
Breathing heavy, you sat down on the ground, trying to make yourself as small as possible. Frozen in fear, you zoned out in your small shelter, and before you knew it you could hear footsteps dragging on the forest floor. They weren't trying to be quiet either. They wanted you to know they were close. They wanted to make you feel the fear take over your body as they gradually got closer, and closer, and even closer.
Putting a hand over your mouth, you tried to breathe as shallow as possible to make less noise, but your breaths were shaky and uneven. Your hands shook as you could hear the gentle hum of Bloodhound's respirator working, and as they paused their steps.
"Kanína, I know you're here.~" Bloodhound called out. Their voice scared you, but at the same time you couldn't help the warm feeling in your lower stomach. You pressed your body even further against the tree bark behind you, closing your eyes.
"You must learn to cover your tracks, elskan. Something dangerous could find you.~" Their voice trailed off, and you couldn't hear their footsteps anymore. Did they leave? They must've left. There was no sound at all.
After a few more minutes, just to be sure, you inched your way out of the alcove and looked around. Not seeing anything, you stepped out into the open.
Pretty much the second you took the first step, you heard swift footsteps behind you. Before you could react, a gloved hand reached around to cover your mouth as another wrapped around your waist, pulling you against a body. Eyes wide open, you brought your hands up and gripped at the hand over your mouth, scratching at it lightly as you were dragged with the person.
"Greyið kanína, you have not learned anything, have you?" Bloodhound's voice made you relax slightly, realizing you weren't really in danger. However, their hand still covering your mouth and the way they now spun you around and pressed your back against a tree made you panic again. You looked them over, eyes darting over their frame. They had shed their jacket, leaving them in a compression shirt that showed off their muscles, along with their mask and cargo pants.
"I have caught you, ástin mín. Now, I get to ravage you all I want.~" Bloodhound pressed a leg between yours, keeping it high enough that you couldn't escape without falling. They reached into a pocket in their pants and pulled out a bundle of smooth, red colored rope that was usually stored in your bedside drawer.
"I am going to take my hand away. Will you behave?" They questioned, tilting their head and holding the rope in front of your eyes. You nodded desperately, nostrils flared as you breathed frantically. Slowly, Bloodhound pulled their hand off of your mouth and began unraveling the bundle of rope.
You didn't dare speak. You kept your hands by your sides. You barely moved. You could be bratty some other time, this time, Bloodhound was just so intimidating that the thought of disobedience didn't even cross your mind. With the now unraveled rope, they positioned your hands together in front of you and wove it around your wrists and forearms.
"You are so obedient, even when you are being hunted down to be my meal.~" They leaned in closer as they finished binding your arms and lifted them above your head. Bloodhound's chest was pressed against yours, and their knee pressed further against your crotch as they tied the other end of the rope around a branch above your head.
They left you there for a second, stepping back now that you were stuck in place. A small whine left your throat as the warmth between your legs disappeared. Bloodhound just shushed you before reaching into another pocket of their pants and pulling out a pocket knife. They brought it up to your throat and you closed your eyes, wincing. The pain never came, though. Instead, you heard clothes ripping and the wind against your chest. They had cut your shirt open and discarded the pieces onto the forest floor.
"Hound..." You whispered weakly, looking at Bloodhound's masked face. They tilted their head at you, reaching down to begin undoing your pants.
"Do not speak, kanína. Unless it is the safeword, I do not want to hear anything from you other than your sweet cries of pleasure." They pulled your pants and underwear from your body, exposing you to the air.
You tried to cross your legs and hide yourself, feeling extremely exposed in the open, but Bloodhound simply kicked your legs back apart. They just stared at you, looking up and down your body before reaching behind their head to undo their mask.
"You will be a perfect offering for the Allfather." They said, taking off their mask and laying it gently on the ground. Almost instantly they had their mouth on you, nipping and licking at the skin of your neck. It was so aggressive and desperate it almost hurt. They kissed your skin like they were starving, like they hadn't eaten in days.
Slowly, trailing kisses the whole way, they made their way down to your nipples, biting and sucking at them, making you gasp. Bloodhound made sure to abuse each of your sensitive buds before moving on. They bit as your stomach and hips, hard enough to leave bruises. As you squirmed and whined, they finally made their way to where you needed them most.
Bloodhound licked a slow, long stripe from the bottom to the top of your sex. Smirking at the way you whimpered and shivered. After way too long, they finally took you into their mouth, sucking hard before backing away almost immediately. As you whined in protest, they stood and reached into a pocket of their pants again (look, they have cargo pants on, there are many pockets). Holding a small bottle of lube, they kneeled back down in front of you.
You watched as they poured a generous amount of lube on their fingers, spreading it between their thumb and fingers. Lifting one of your legs over their shoulder, Bloodhound placed their fingers against your hole. Their calloused fingertips were a pleasant sensation as they teased around your sensitive opening, only slipping a finger inside once you were desperately grinding down. They ignored all your whines and whimpers, going slow and making sure you were adequately stretched.
"I want to make sure you are prepared because I will no longer be gentle after this." Bloodhound stated as they stood from the ground, wiping their hand against their pants. They sighed as they undid the button, opening the front of their pants. "Aumingja litla druslan mín... I am going to destroy you.~"
Bloodhound practically growled the end of their sentence, tugging the waistband of their pants and boxers down a couple inches so they could free their length. You stared, wishing nothing more than to drop to your knees and swallow them whole. But unfortunately, you were still tied to a tree. So you just whined and struggled against the rope, begging for any sort of attention from them.
"Hush, ástin mín." Bloodhound once again lifted one of your legs, bringing your knee almost to your chest. You had to stand on your tippy toes to accommodate for the position. They stood between your legs and the head of their hard cock teased against your entrance.
Bloodhound rubbed themself a couple of times along your hole before sliding the first inch of themselves into you. The groan they let out was animalistic, and you winced at the stretch. They were practically panting against your neck, holding themself back from pounding into you. They lifted your other leg, pressing you against the tree trunk so it scratched uncomfortably against your back.
"Kanína, you are so warm and tight.~" They began inserting the rest of their length into you. As Bloodhound's hips met yours, they let out a strangled whine as they nuzzled into your neck even further. "Please forgive me for my lack of self-control."
That was their only warning for you before they pulled out and slammed back into you as hard as they could, making you yelp in surprise. Your eyes flew wide open as they started to plow into you faster and harder than you thought anyone possibly could. The pain of your back against rough bark was completely forgotten as you cried out, hands curled into fists above your head.
You'd never experienced this energy from Bloodhound outside of the games. This wild, animalistic hunger. You'd seem them kill many times, you'd even been the one at the end of their axe a couple of times, and this energy was alarmingly similar. They really did see you as something to claim, something to devour. It made you feel so weak and helpless. It was fucking hot.
You could feel your eyes start to fill with tears from how overwhelming the feeling was. Their girth continually bullying its way into your hole, rubbing against all the right spots and reaching so deep inside you. And the pain. God, the pain of bark scratching against your back, of nails digging into your hips, of teeth biting at your skin. It was no surprise when you could feel your orgasm approaching very quickly.
"Hound-"
"Cum for me, I want to feel you."
Of course, Bloodhound could tell. With the way you were squeezing their cock with your walls, the way your back arched off the tree, the way you were panting like you'd never breath again. So as they hit that one spot that made you see stars, you came hard. Your legs shook with the force of your orgasm, and you leaned your head back against the tree, moaning loudly.
Bloodhound slowed their pace, bringing the pocket knife back out and cutting the rope keeping your hands above your head. The only reason you didn't fall was because they pressed their body against you and held you to the tree. You whimpered as they carried you away from the tree, getting on their knees and laying you on the forest floor. They pulled out of you, grabbing your waist and flipping you over onto your shoulders and knees with your still tied hands underneath you.
"You look so pretty, kanína. Quivering and covered in your own cum." Bloodhound said as they spread you open and inspected your hole. You couldn't turn to look at them with your face pressed against the ground, so when they suddenly pressed their tongue against your entrance, you flinched slightly. Their nails dug into the flesh of your ass as they ate you out like a starved man. "You taste divine.~ I need more of you."
Their tongue left your sensitive hole twitching with overstimulation, and you whined softly. Bloodhound didn't spare you for long though before they thrust back into you. You felt them press one of their boots against your head, pressing down so you couldn't move but not enough to cause pain.
"You. Are. Mine." They growled, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. All you could do was whimper and shake as the overstimulation became painful. Tears ran down your face and onto the leaves. "So perfect.~ Laid out so pretty before the Allfather.~"
The thought of being nothing but an offering in a god-worshipping ritual just made you feel even more overwhelmed, and you could feel yourself getting closer to climax once again. Bloodhound's thrusts became sloppier as they too chased their orgasm.
"I'm going to fill you up, litla kanína. Breed you full of my pups.~" Bloodhound huffed, taking their foot off your head so they could lean down and sink their teeth into your shoulder. The pain made you cry out, but also pushed you over the edge again. Your vision faded as you came, dripping onto the leaves.
Bloodhound's hips stuttered before they pressed as deep into you as they could. They growled and grinded their hips against you as they spilled their cum deep in your hole. For a few moments, they just sat deep inside you, panting.
You must've been fading in and out of consciousness due to the pain because you can't remember when Bloodhound pulled out of you and laid you down on the ground. You looked up into their eyes as they gently unraveled the rope that bound your arms. They smiled down at you, rubbing at the sore skin.
"You did so well, ástin mín." Bloodhound cooed, grabbing some gauze from their seemingly endless stash of items in their pants pockets and placing it on the bite on your shoulder. They brought a hand up to brush the hair from your face and rub soothing circles along your jaw. "Let me take you back home. You deserve to rest."
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ourolite2 · 10 months ago
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       ༅ 𝒞irce 𝒴ué'li 𐙚 ˙
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♱ all sobriquets + pseudonyms. ࿓ fang/master yuè’li ( legendary title + formal title ), circo/mr. circo ( playful + respectful, via yashmi ), sir ( his dogs + formal others ), sir circe/ sir yuè’li ( formalities/commonly respectful ).
ᰍ overall notables. plays an electric guitar (named it delune). has a bloodhound named babydoll and a doberman named yìzé. works as a part-time music teacher for 2nd - 3rd graders. asanbosam’s (the type of vampire he is) are more agile in trees and high places, so he’s kind of clumsy otherwise. often recommends products (notably the brand anzhong, originated by an upcoming oc of neso’s), random cleaning tips, or even seasonings. considers calling off of work a lot, though he knows if he does they’re bound to fire him this time. circe also doesn’t socialize too much, and he’s very territorial about his cottage (and so is yìzé— wonder where he gets that from). he’s a little too territorial actually, seeing as circe usually sucks the blood of/eats any trespassers that ignore his precaution signs. he does so by jumping down from the roof of the cottage or a tree and pinning them. (even friends get tackled if they don’t give him a heads up that they’re on the way!) ᰍ standard physical facts. 6'3. retractable wings with a 20 foot span, which are black and grey with red, pink and silver undertones, and retractable iron hooks for feet. tips of his hair turn auburn when he’s experiencing intense emotions. always smells like anzhong products- particularly colognes. has a chinese tattoo on his inner forearm that translates to damu héxián qín. his nails are painted black, but they get chipped easily because he’s really hands-on daily. lastly, he has a deep, relaxed and very distinctive voice which can be heard here!
დ genshin au notables! n/a ( temporarily ). დ spider-verse au notables! n/a ( temporarily ). დ jujutsu kaisen au notables! n/a ( temporarily ).
ᰍ age appearance. twenty-five ( 25 ). ᰍ birthday. may 9th. ᰍ nationality, race, + ethnicity. ( varies per au ), asanbosam, + senegalese and chinese. ᰍ gender, prns, + sexuality. male (amab), he/him, + omnisexual.
ᰍ sun sign. taurus. ᰍ MBTI. istp-a, the assertive virtuoso.
ᰍ likes. his electric guitar (delune— yes, he named her); playing the guitar is considered his biggest hobby, adoration and talent. his old doberman, yìzé, and his bloodhound babydoll. his cottage. alone time. blood oranges. ironically, loves garlic bread + garlic based dishes (especially pasta). scaring trespassers, or making his friends jump with jump-scares and shoulder-taps for a good laugh. coal black, wine red, and sometimes pink! strawberry icecream. philosophy and sacred music, especially within the selenian race. feminism. boots. silver jewelry. having his hands in aesthetically pleasing positions (pockets, behind his head while laying down,arms crossed, etc). anzhong products. people who use manners. sweethearts, but especially male sweeties (he just wants to pinch their cheeks ugh). MOTHAFUCKING INDIGO! <;3 ᰍ dislikes. random space invaders/leeches. too many home guests (or any really). yellow. stalkers/yanderes/yandere-coded people (specifically when targeted at him). pushy people. paranoia, pessimism + assumptions. difficult/slow learners (as a music teacher he struggles with younger kids that don’t process so easily). jellies and jams. the taste of vanilla. misogyny and misandry. bad hair days. getting stuff under his nails, especially when freshly done. vengeance, gossip + untrustworthiness. cooking for people, especially when there’s a lot of em’— no, even worse if they’re too picky.. bicycling. hot, summer days. being caught in the rain without a stylish umbrella. loud noises. dogs that bark too much.
・゚゚❥ quotes.
After It Rains ୨୧ “Jeez, what a mud bath. *Looks at his dogs.* Glad you two are out of your piglet puppy days heh heh. Guys? *Theyre walking away from him and he’s holding back laughter.* Was it something I said? Come ahhnn! I’m saying you liked the mud!”
About Jihane ୨୧ “The last time we spoke she foretold that my aura was yellow indefinitely. She was wrong. .. It’s red. *Looks off at something in the distance and pauses.* I’m not delusional.”
About Circe: Signature Dish ୨୧ “Nah. That’s a myth, just a little misconception. I use garlic in a lot of my dishes, especially pasta. The best kind I’ve tried thus far? Cherub Sin, easily. It’s a faultless dish. I personally believe the best noodle for any garlic and parmesan pasta is angel hair, and that dish recognizes it perfectly.”
Good Night ୨୧ “Hm.. Remember the night routine I showed you. Ice. Your. Face. Top priority, right? Alright then, and I bid you goodnight. *Nods off salute-like with two fingers and walks away.*”
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ruleofleft · 1 year ago
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Just wanted to let everyone know, it doesn’t matter which BloodHound Is your headcanon, AFAB, AMAB, dark skin, light skin, tanned, dark hair, light hair, red hair, braids or crew cut. YOUR Houndy is valid….. cause Fuse would still want to sleep with them no matter what 😬
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leerevoid · 9 months ago
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Do Not Touch - Chapter 3
I can hear your Call
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Rating : 18+
Pairing : Mhin x afab oc
Tags : Canon-Typical Violence, Set after the Demo, Alcohol, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Smut, amab Mhin, AFAB Original Character, Named Original Character - Freeform, Origin: The Unnamed (TOUCHSTARVED), Written Pre-TOUCHSTARVED Release, Attempted Sexual Assault, Leander is a Bastard in this fic I'm sorry, I love him too I assure you it's for plot okay
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Leere despises the snickering smile Leander makes when she slips back into the Wet Wick, Face reddened by tears. She exchange a look with him, and he only smiles wider. She groans and makes a beeline for the spare room, slamming the door behind her for good measure. She ensures it’s properly locked before making her way towards the bed, and she sinks head first onto the mattress. The joyful sounds of the Tavern are muffled by the heavy door. Someone knocks on her door, and she huffs. She shouts to Leander to leave her alone, voice shaking and unsure, and the knocking stops. 
Eventually, the noises die down slowly, as the customers starts leaving the Inn, only leaving a few Bloodhounds keeping watch and playing cards. Alcohol flows still, and she can hear the cheers as another fool buy a whole round for the others. She crawls into the bed, only bothering to remove her muddy boots with a lazy hand. She doesn’t eat this night, refusing to face Leander’s too-happy face. 
She falls into a light slumber, the bed oh so very cold. 
She doesn’t see Mhin the next day, and neither the following. She doesn’t see them at all for a week, she realizes. 
She wonder what they’re up to, and she cannot help but regret the harsh words she has thrown their way during their confrontation. She misses their warmth and proximity, she misses the way their hair would fall onto their face while they slept, their slow but steady breathing lulling her during the cold nights. 
She gazes at her coinpurse, sitting miserably on the nightstand, and she sighs, desperate. Her funds were drastically low and she needed to get some income as soon as possible if she wanted to move on with her life. She dresses simply, and ties her hair into a messy bun that she hides beneath her hood. She takes a breath before she opens the door of her room, and steps into the way too luminous tavern, already bustling with activity and customers. She locks her door and store her key into her coinpurse. She stares a few seconds at Mhin’s spare key. Mixed feelings bubbles in her mind and she can feel the tears threatening to fall. She closes her coinpurse abruptly, shaking her head. 
Taking a few steps towards the mission board of the main room, she struggles to make her way, having to dodge a few rude bloodhounds who were too drunk to care about their surroundings. The panel is pinned high on the wall, and she has to get on her tiptoes to reach the highest contracts. She hears a few mocking laughs behind her, but she ignores them. She scans each demand, eyes focused on the shaky written words of the parchments. Soulless hunting, Escort missions, Protection of goods… And shadier sentences found on the smallest papers. She sighs, head low. Nothing was fit for her, or, she wasn’t fit for these jobs, more like. As she was preparing to get out of the way, her feet already rotating towards the exit of the Wet Wick, A hand places itself onto her shoulder, breath as cold as death. 
“Who do we have here, hm ?” Vere spurs in her ear. 
She has to refrain a motion of disgust, knowing all to well it would only satisfy him even more. This dude got off over the weirdest things, she thinks.
“And hello to you too, Vere.” She answers flatly, eyes refusing to turn and still fixated over the mission board. 
“Aw, don’t give me the cold shoulder just because your little lover isn’t around anymore…” He sniffs dramatically, but his words ticks her the wrong way. 
“And what do you even mean by that ?” She snarks, answer coming more aggressively that she would have liked to. His nails sinks into her shoulder.
“Oh, you know, the usual… It’s not everyday that the Senobium descends this much into Lowtown.” He laughs. 
Somehow, his sentence rings the alarm for Leere. She can feels that something isn’t right. The hand leaves her shoulder, and she bolts for the second exit door, not even looking at Vere as she leaves the Wet Wick in a hurried pace.
“And don’t forget to say hi for me, will you ?” He calls. It only takes a second before the Wet Wick’s door is burst open, several Senobium’s clerics rounding up the Bloodhounds and customers, holding everyone inside. But Leere is already outside, and the door bangs behind her. 
The street is in a panic, She had never seen this much Senobium members at the same time, not even that day she went in front of the gates. She hears screams and horrid sounds coming from the markets, and she runs for it, despite her brain screaming at her that she’s heading straight into danger. She pass through the backalleys and small streets, hopping over the puddles of mud and what, as she closes in to the markets and lower city, she realizes is blood. 
She passes an angle, and almost trips over the mangled body of a citizen. His face is butchered, eyes gouged and intestines flowing out. She has to refrain a gag, but the ever pressing noises coming from the markers distracts her enough, and she pushes forward. 
Senobium Clerics are rounding up the citizens, holding them together on the main road. What is usually a lively, bustling street full of life is now a massacre. The mud is red, and she sees several other corpses littering the pavement. Soldiers and Clerics are mixed and give each other orders, Clerics trying to calm the people while assuring them this Cleansing will ensure no more Soulless in Lowtown. Soldiers keep watch of the panicked crowd, while a Medic takes one citizen at a time, holding them down and looking at their eyes. Searching. Searching for something. Those who pass the test are relocated to another group too far from her reach, to another street she couldn’t spy on. 
The unlucky, they are summarily executed on the spot. As the medic calls for assistance, a soldier comes from behind and slash the poor boy’s throat with a rusty dagger. His crimson red eyes flashes her a look before dimming to a greyish blue hue. The victim falls into the puddles, holding their necks as friends and family scream in horror at the vision. A Soldier drags each body onto a barrow still full of market goods. The pile is already taller than her. 
They’re hunting the thralls, she realises. Powerless and miserable, Leere only watched in fear as the citizens were sorted one by one by the Senobium. She looked into the crowd, terrified of finding a white head in it, but she sighed of relief when she didn’t. She hated herself to even think about how she was relieved it wasn’t Mhin, but them. She hated herself to think about what would happen if the Senobium fell onto Mhin and realized their condition. Or even herself. 
Passing through the shadows, she crosses the roads in a blink and makes her way for Mhin’s house. The streets are eerily empty, the smell of death still full in her nose. She stumbles in front of her door, struggling to find her key. After a few seconds, she turns the lock one, two times, and pushes it. She scans the room. The living room is as still as ever, no sounds coming from the inside. she starts to climb the stairs as fast as she can, only to find their bedroom dreadfully empty. 
She tries to reassure herself in the fact that nothing seems to have been disturbed, and she sighs.
Where in the world is Mhin ?
And so Leere waits. She waits all alone on the first steps of the wooden stairs. She feels like hours have passed when she finally decides to head out as the Sun goes down. 
She locks the door again on her way out, and carefully steps on the pavement. The streets are empty once more, not a soul in sight. She makes her way back to the markets. The cart has disappeared, along with the Senobium officials and the remaining citizens. Instead, the only proof of their passage being the deep, burgundy pool of blood in the middle of the street. 
Someone shoves her aside, dragging her carelessly by her hair. Leere tries to jerk out of the painful grasp, but the grip of the stranger is strong and unforgiving. 
“Leander ?” She gasps, But as she makes a sound, a solid hand slams itself on her mouth and she protests, muffling. 
“Do you want to get killed, really ?” He scolds her, pushing her violently against the wall. Her head makes contact with the concrete and sounds start ringing in her ears. She pins herself against the next crate, trying to regain her balance while Leander leans against the other wall in front of her.
“What are you doing.. here… ?” She spits, head still spinning a little. 
He huffs and draws a puff out of his cigarette he just lighted. 
“You barely escaped a massacre, and that’s the first thing you ask ? You must really like me. Not that I’m complaining-” He starts, but Leere shoves him as hard as she can against the wall, holding him by the lapels of his coat. She’s on her tiptoes and yet she barely reach his chin. 
“What the fuck are you planning, Leander ?” She seethes between her teeth, eyes fire and warth emanating from her. She was tired of his ploys and remarks. 
“Now now, You know I like you feisty, but I’d rather you do it in bed.” He snaps back, barely shaken by her display of anger. 
He pushes her, holding her by the throat with one hand and pinning her bandaged arms to the wall with the other.  His whispers in her ear, lips grazing her and she shivers at the sensation of his slimy breath against her. 
“Don’t you want to know what it’s like to be held by a real man, Leere ? To have you unravel under me… bending and pleading for me..” He bites her earlobe, and she struggles in his arm, to no avail. She wants to scream but her throat is stuck and she’s frozen against the wall. “You just need to say the words, and I’m yours.” His body getting closer to hers, she makes the motion to kick him in the groin, but she is instantly countered and he tightens his grasp over her windpipe. 
“Now, don’t be a bother and-” 
Leander is cut off instantly as Ais punches him straight in the face. He stumbles into the mud, holding his face with anger and rage. 
“Get the fuck away from her.” He huffs. His fist is covered in blood, and when Leander reveals his face, it’s easy to guess that his nose may be broken. He wipes the blood off his face with a smirk, tainting his glove. 
“Really, Ais ? You already have your bitch, you can leave some to me.” He eyes her up and down, and she wants to vomit. Settling his gaze back on Ais, Leander considers his options. He could fight for it, but he’s not stupid and knows too well than Ais surpasses him in strength. 
Ais lunges forward, pinning Leander to the ground and holding half of his face in the mud, making sure Leander could still see him. He bends down, face close to Leander’s, and mutters : 
“I have given you all the opportunities to redeem yourself,” His words are cold and biting. “And you’re still the same slimy bastard I’ve ever known. You think of yourself like the hero of the people, but in truth, you’re the worst monster out of all of us.” He concludes, clawing his face, drawing blood. “You disgust me, Leander.” Ais spits on his cheek. “Get out of my sight.”
He releases Leander, pushing him one last time for good measure. Leander winces at the pain, his skull colliding with the bricks. 
Leander gets up, eyes the two of them and tries to downplay the ordeal.
“Come on, Ais, I’m just-”
“Next time, I’ll kill you.” He cuts him off. “Let’s get you to safety, okay ?” He turns to Leere, holding out his hand for her, suddenly very thoughtful of her wellbeing.
They wait as Leander disappear in the shadows, while they make way for the Seaspring.
She’s oh so very cold.
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Leere is my Original character. Sadira belongs to one of my best friends and is featured in this fic with their permission.
This fic is crossposted on Ao3
Leander is… yeah. For real though, I do love his character but for plot reasons he became the bad guy here. Sorry Leander fans, I'll make it up to you I promise !
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oedonchapeldweller · 1 year ago
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afab fuse amab bloodhound
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xenoraeth · 2 years ago
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do you underSTAND how LONG it has been since I drew my bloodhound hc, 2 years!!!!!!
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tinypandacakes · 3 years ago
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Right as Rain (Fuse/Bloodhound Fanfiction)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/38027137
*Explicit link*
“Walter,” they said softly, reaching their hands up to cup his face. They stroked their thumbs lightly over the tops of his stubbly cheeks. “What has happened to you, krúttið mitt?”
Walter lifted his hand and placed it over one of Bloodhound’s, leaning into it. “It's been a rough coupla weeks.” He stepped back to allow them in, then closed and locked the door behind them. “Didn’t mean to worry ya.”
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Maggie has joined the Apex Games and Fuse is having a hard time coming to terms with it. A visit from Bloodhound is just what he needs to feel like himself again.
open to requests for character/character, character/you <3 gimme a prompt, looking for fun things to work on in between my long WIP
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stinkypinkdinosaur · 3 years ago
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18+ only oh jeez oh lord oh my this one is a doozey oh my
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the-yandere-cryptid · 3 years ago
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Bloodhound with 3 caught my eye (to be fair, tho, most things with Bloodhound would interest me). PS hope you have a great day/week 👍✌️
ty ty, it's been pretty rough for me lately hence the inactivity but I'll be back up and running soon hopefully. Anyways have this and if y'all like it I might write more with them :>
Bloodhound: "How much of that did you hear?"
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It was fairly common for Legends to decline the evac ship from time to time and tour the arena after matches. At least, in Olympus. World’s Edge, not so much. The oppressive climate, the abysmal terrain; it wasn’t exactly preferable over the assigned quarters, but you had a particular interest in Talos as a whole. Back when you worked as a planetary scout, you worked solely on unexplored objects. In over a dozen missions, you had hoped—and failed—to stumble upon some sort of alien presence, extinct or otherwise. Even though Talos was a human settlement, there was a certain melancholy charm to the crumbling buildings, lives abandoned in a single cyclonic blast. It was the fallen civilization you dreamed of stumbling upon, and outside of the heat of battle you had time to admire the sights of what once was.
You crested the hill into the Skyhook, footsteps trodding alongside the ones your team made earlier that day. Comfortable silence blanketed the empty city, enough so that you could hear the magma vents all the way on the other side. Strolling the streets with no real goal in mind, you were so zoned out that you dismissed the first strange noise as a figment of your imagination.
But then you heard it again. You slowed to a stop, looking back over your left shoulder. The building that caught your attention was one you had staked out in earlier that day, posted up on the top floor with Pathfinder to your left, Bloodhound to your right. And if you weren’t mistaken, you thought you were hearing shuffling coming around from inside.
You dropped to a crouch, creeping over to the door on full alert. You hadn’t noticed anybody else staying behind. Just when you were weighing whether or not you wanted to confront a Prowler, another noise echoed down the stairwell. A growl, but…fairly familiar. You had heard it earlier, out of the mouth of a teammate following a particularly brutal 3-on-3 match.
Bloodhound?
You took the stairs on all fours, ears perked. It made sense that they stayed behind, Talos being their home and all, but what were they doing here? Another rumble, clear as day, their voice orotund and unfiltered. The thought that their mask was off crossed your mind, but not soon enough to stop you from peeking around the doorway and catching sight of something wholly unexpected.
Their axe, gun, and their mask were all propped against the wall beside their supine form, their hands preoccupied with their own body. One wrapped around their cock, the other by their neck, pulling down the front of their armor to vent out the heat. Their face was turned away from you, a thick head of curly brown hair hiding the shape of their cheeks from view.
Bloodhound sighed again, rolling their hips upward to fuck their hand. You shut your hanging jaw and turned around, deciding your best course of action was to sneak away and pretend you never saw anything. Of course, it was just your luck you wouldn’t be able to get away with that, because your foot had barely brushed the top step before a bullet hit the wall you were just in front of.
“Who is there?” Bloodhound called out, obviously as disoriented as they were alarmed. You cursed silently and waved your hand in the doorway.
“It’s me!” you called. “Sorry, I heard noises and I thought it was an animal so I came to check and. Uh. Sorry!”
Bloodhound was fumbling the entire time you spoke, probably making themselves decent. You decided now was a good time to excuse yourself, but when you tried to descend a second time Bloodhound stepped into the stairwell, chest heaving and mask disheveled.
“How much of that did you hear?”
You froze, shoulders drawn tight as you tried very hard not to make eye contact with the friend you had just caught masturbating. "Just some...growling. I didn't realize you were, uh, having a private moment."
They sighed, leaning against the doorway and crossing their arms. From how it looked, they didn't really want to make eye contact either. "My apologies, the...heat of battle..."
"I get it," you appeased them, holding your hands up. Something about the thought of Bloodhound relieving themselves after getting fired up felt entirely understandable; an urge that sometimes hit you after a successful match. "Don't apologize, it's natural. I won't tell anyone either."
Those were the words that finally got them to relax, their posture loosening as you said it. "I appreciate that."
"Of course," you dismissed, finally making your way down the stairs. "Just don't miss the second evac ship!"
"...Right."
Hearing nothing else, you exited the building and left Skyhook the way you came, waiting until you were very far away to ruminate on how good Bloodhound sounded when they got off.
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marsbar17 · 1 year ago
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Request from anon that I once again accidentally got rid of:
(may i request a fusehound oneshot of them being very tender, affectionate and intimate together? lots of sappy pet names in icelandic, admiring and teasing eachother, starts off sfw into nsfw? thank you. 💕)
I loved this request and I had a lot of fun with it! It took a while tho cuz I got sick hfbdjsjsk sorry
This is heavily based off of and includes a quote from this
https://twitter.com/PlayApex/status/1704894090825916881?t=2KjqrG5pNU0aiK4DD-jhsw&s=19
comic that Apex Legends tweeted, go check out the artist babes :)
Contains: amab bloodhound, they got a penis and a prostate, anal sex, blow jobs, hand jobs, no aftercare cuz it was getting pretty long, lots of praise and appreciation
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 ��  Bloodhound huffed as they placed the last cardboard box down on their living room floor, breathing heavy from the exertion of lifting heavy boxes for the past half hour. They stretched out their sore back and arms and looked around.
    Fuse's stuff was finally all in the house, a small cabin-in-the-woods type of house that felt cozy and isolated from the world. He had asked to move in together a few weeks ago, and finally it was done. Bloodhound sighed, just remembering all the memories they made with Fuse in the past year. All they could think about when they saw Fuse was safety, a warmth in the cold of their life.
    Speak of the devil, arms wrapped around Bloodhound's waist, one rigid and metal while the other was warm and soft.
    "Whatcha thinkin' about, Houndy?" Fuse's mustache tickled their exposed neck as he whispered in their ear, making them shiver.
    "You, mitt Walter." Bloodhound turned around in Fuse's arms and cupped his face in their hands, rubbing a thumb along the scar over his eye. "Our time together is engraved in my mind. I think about it often."
    Hound pressed a light kiss to Fuse's lips before backing out of his arms and turning back to the mess of boxes and random trinkets hung on the wall. Skulls mounted on plaques, herbs drying from the ceiling, even Fuse's signature 30-30 repeater. They were already making it feel like home. The first home either of them had in a while. And it felt even more like home with eachother.
    "You should begin unpacking, elskan. I will be in the bedroom organizing the clothing." Hound kissed the other's cheek one last time before leaving the room, a smile hidden under the respirator covering their face.
    They had been planning something, crafting something, ever since Fuse had smashed his old guitar. A new guitar, a killer one. It was sort of an anniversary gift, and they added elements of themself into it. The fact that it could be wielded like an axe, the sharp blade at the top. A symbol of the hunter's connection to their lover. They had incorporated some pieces of the old guitar too, to show Fuse that his past didn't need to be erased for him to be himself.
    All that was left to do was tune it, but Hound had no experience with instruments, and didn't know how. So they sat on the bed, mindlessly plucking strings in an off-tune melody. They could hear Fuse's footsteps walking around the main room of the house, before starting to approach the bedroom. He opened the door, looking confused at why he was hearing a guitar.
    "What's that?" Fuse questioned, pointing to the guitar on Bloodhound's lap. "When did you get that?"
   "Well, it isn't very good, and I don't know how to tune it, but it is a present for you, mitt Walter." Bloodhound explained without looking at the other before presenting the guitar to him.
  "You... you made this?" Fuse took the gift from Hound's hands and turned it over a couple times, admiring the details.
    "Yes, using pieces from your old guitar. I wanted it to represent our relationship, and our pasts." They stood from the bed, pointing out small details of the piece.
   "Your past is not something to be denied or erased. You need not be afraid of it. It is what brought us together. For me, for us, there is nothing you must be, except who you are.
   The man I love."
   Fuse didn't speak. The act was so touching, and Hound had such a way with words. It hit him hard. Plus he was just in awe at how cool his new guitar was. He just stood in silence, gawking.
   "Do you... like it, kæri?" Bloodhound spoke hesitantly after a few moments, afraid they had upset the other.
    "Do I like it? Houndy, it's gorgeous! And looks bloody sick too!" Fuse just held it out in front of him to see it all at once, his jaw dropped. "You're amazing!"
    "I am glad. I know it's a bit early for an anniversary gift, but I could not wait, ástin mín." Bloodhound stood with their hands clasped behind their back, waiting for Fuse to finish ogling his new guitar. After a few moments, Fuse put the guitar down, leaning against the wall, and pulled them into a hug.
    "I cant wait to spend our lives together, Houndy." He whispered in their ear, sounding oddly soft for a moment.
    "I cannot wait either, elskan."
   Fuse pulled away but kept his hands on the other's shoulders, just looking at them. He loved their eyes, deep in color and down-turned. He loved their cheeks, soft with freckles scattered, but also scarred from their lifetime of hardships. He loved their lips, pale peach and scarred from the cold. He loved them, so fucking much.
   "You're so perfect Houndy, God I could kiss ya right now."
   "Then do it." Hound reached behind their head and unclasped their respirator, letting it drop into their other hand before resting it on the bed beside them.
    As soon as they had it out of their hands, Fuse grabbed their face and kissed them. It was harsh, passionate, just like the man himself. Bloodhound whined into the kiss and wrapped their hands around Fuse's shoulders, tangling fingers into his hair and pulling him closer. After they pulled apart, but stayed in each other's arms, both were panting slightly.
   "You're so bloody irresistible, love." Fuse kept one hand on Hound's jaw, gliding his calloused thumb across their bottom lip. They just let their mouth fall open, panting and staring into Fuse's eyes. "And incredibly sexy too." Hound let out a huff at that, smiling.
   "I am not tha-"
    "Oi." Fuse interrupted them, "You better not be sayin' anything self depreciatin', that's my partner you're talkin' 'bout."
   "Walter..." Hound's voice trailed off, leaving the word sounding like a whine. They just wanted Fuse to admire them, to love them and tell them they were beautiful.
    "What would you like, love?"
   "Please, kiss me again."
    Fuse didn't need any more, he connected their lips again. This time he was softer, but more sensual. He grabbed Bloodhound's hips and pulled them to meet his own, making the other gasp and giving him the opening to slip his tongue in. He explored their mouth hungrily, practically grinding against the other with how much his was grabbing at them and pulling them closer.
    "Elskaður, slow down." Hound whined, breathing heavy and grasping desperately at Fuse's shirt.
   "I need to appreciate ya, need you to know yer perfect, Houndy." Fuse muttered against the skin of Bloodhound's neck, moving to leave open mouth kisses along it. "Will you let me?"
   "Of course, Walter." They barely whispered it, too caught up in the way that he was sucking and nipping at that one spot that made their eyes roll back. "You may do whatever you'd like to me."
    While he continued to kiss their neck, Fuse walked Bloodhound backwards until their calves hit the bed frame and they had to sit in order to not fall over. They were eye level with his crotch and reached their hands up to start undoing his belt but Fuse swatted their hands away before kneeling on the ground before them. Hound was confused, usually he loved letting them please him to get him ready, but they didn't complain as Fuse reached for their own belt.
   "This time," He smirked up at the other, undoing their belt and slipping it from the loops. "I want this to be all about you, pup. I'll give ya all the attention you deserve."
    Bloodhound couldn't do anything but lift their hips up as Fuse tugged their pants and boxers off of their body and placed them on the floor. It had all gone so fast, so they weren't yet fully hard, but Fuse didn't mind. He just reached into a small box nearby labeled 'bedroom' and pulled out a bottle of lube, putting a small bit on his fingers before wrapping them around their length.
   They gasped at the cold liquid, before moaning softly as Fuse started off with gentle strokes, focusing on the tip of their cock. Hound grew hard very quickly, it's hard not to when those skilled hands were bringing all the sinful noises out of their mouth.
   "Ah~ fokk, Walter." They tangled a hand into Fuse's hair and subconsciously pulled his head closer. Fuse laughed under his breath and pressed a light kiss right under the head of Hound's cock, making them whine.
    Fuse took them into his mouth, sucking on the tip while he continued to stroke the rest of their length.
    "Skítur! So.. gott~" Bloodhound desperately pushed his head further down, and whined when Fuse just pulled back, chuckling.
    "So bloody needy, aye pup? Just be patient, you'll get what ye need." He then took them back into his mouth and as far as he could down his throat, making them throw their head back and let out a string of curses in Icelandic.
   Fuse continued to go slowly, stroking them while kitten licking the tip, and then occasionally deep throating them without warning. It was when Bloodhound started getting quiet and breathing sharper that the other stopped everything and just sat back, rubbing his hands along their thighs and watching as a bead of precum leaked from the head of their length.
    "Walter." Hound protested after they had caught their breath again. "You tease me, why?"
    "Wouldn't be fun without it, pup." Fuse just smirked before standing up and undoing his own belt. "Strip completely while I do this, would ya?"
    They immediately complied, undoing the buttons and buckles on their coat and tossing it off their shoulders before dragging their shirt up over their head and dropping both items on the floor by their other clothes. Now sitting completely naked, they shivered at the cool air and waited for Fuse to finish taking his clothes off and join them. They couldn't help but stare as he lifted his shirt slowly, revealing the hair that ran from his navel to under the waistband of his pants. Arguably one of their favorite parts of his body.
   Fuse finished stripping and Bloodhound had to stop themself from licking their lips at the sight of his length. He wasn't too huge, more girth than length, but Hound loved it. Pretty much eerytime they sat him naked they tried to initiate something, just to be able to suck him off.
    "I can practically hear your thoughts, Houndy. May I remind you that I'm supposed to be pleasing you today?" Fuse walked up to the bed and made Bloodhound look his in the eyes by lifting their chin up. They whined in protest but Fuse just chuckled and parted their lips with his thumb. "As much as I would love to watch you drool around my dick with these pretty lips of yours, I wanna fuck you even more. Face down ass up, pup."
   Again, they obeyed. They turned around and presented themself to their lover, chin against the mattress as they arched their back to show off their body. And hopefully tempt the other to let them cum quickly.
    "So bloody beautiful." Fuse muttered as he poured more lube onto his hand, warming it up between his hands before pressing one one finger to Hound's puckering hole and using the other to stroke himself a couple times. "You're practically quivering, love."
    Bloodhound just whined, feeling Fuse circle their hole and trying to shove their hips back so he would finally let them feel the stretch they craved. As much as he wanted to tease his lover, Fuse relented and slipped a finger in, thrusting slowly to let them adjust.
    "More, ástin mín, please more." It was barely a minute before Bloodhound was rocking back onto Fuse's finger and begging. The same happened with two fingers, and even three.
   "You sure you're ready? Usually takes a while longer." Fuse curled his fingers inside them, trying to find that special spot inside them. When he finally pressed against it, the moan Bloodhound let out was whorish.
   "Just fuck me Walter- Fokk it's been so long I need it svo mikið~" Hearing Bloodhound whimpering and desperately fucking themself against his fingers, Fuse realized it really had been a while since they'd last been intimate. Moving had taken that out of their minds, he guessed.
    "Alright, love. It's okay I'll take care of ya." He comforted them, slipping his fingers out and kneeling on the bed behind them. He lined himself up, rubbing against them to make sure the lube hadn't dried too much, and then groaned as the head of his cock was sucked into their hole. Bloodhound panted, adjusting to the girth of him inside them, before once again rocking their hips back.
     Slowly, inch by inch, Fuse sheathed his whole length inside them. Once at the base, Fuse paused to let Bloodhound adjust and rubbed along their back and ass.
   "So good, pup. Takin' me so well." He spoke in a comforting tone, brushing some of their long hair away from their face and smiling at how relaxed they looked. Fully submitting and ready for anything Fuse would do to them.
   After admiring them for a few moments, Fuse dragged his hips back at an excruciatingly slow pace. He wanted to make sure Hound felt every inch of him leave their hole before thrusting sharply, slapping his hips against their ass. The whimper they let out was music to his ears, and he couldn't help himself from continuing to thrust hard and deep. They definitely weren't complaining about it though.
   "Já, já, já~ Meira, meira, Walter~" Bloodhound kept muttering under their breath along with whimpers and whines. Fuse could tell they were really enjoying it, their mouth hung open and their eyes rolled back. He grabbed their thigh and spread them just a bit further before gripping their hips and fucking them even deeper now.
   "Touch yourself for me, pup. And don't stop, even if it's too much." Fuse enjoyed watching Bloodhound weakly reach down to take their length in their hand. They started pathetically twisting their wrist, stroking along only the tips on their cock. The sound of their own slick being spread over their length was a new type of lewd and some of it even dripped onto the sheets, but they didn't care. They were too addicted to the feeling of being pounded over and over and the sound of sweaty skin slapping against sweaty skin.
   Fuse took a second to adjust his position and suddenly was directly hitting Bloodhound's prostate with ever thrust. Their whimpers turned into cries and the overwhelming amount of pleasure made them tear up. Their strokes grew more frantic as they started chasing orgasm, crying into the sheets.
    "Elskan, gonna- hah~ cum!"
    "Cum for me, pup. Wanna feel you milk me dry." Fuse was panting, approaching his own orgasm. All he needed was the addition of Bloodhound squeezing around him to push himself over the edge. And god damn, they came hard.
    Bloodhound sobbed as they came, tensing their muscles and clenching around Fuse, making him groan. Their cum painted their hand and the sheets and they dropped their hand from their twitching length. Fuse wasn't done yet though, and the overstimulation made Bloodhound raise their head out of the mattress, tears running down their cheeks.
    "Walter it's too much-"
    "Take it for me, love. I'm almost there you can do it."
   After a few more moments Fuse's hips stuttered and he bottomed out, pressing their hips together as he came as deep as he could inside the other. Breathing hard, he pulled out, making them whine in discomfort and emptiness. He sat back, spreading them wide and watching as his cum slowly dripped out of their hole.
    "Bloody beautiful, just like the rest of ya, Houndy."
    Bloodhound didn't have the energy to deny it, so they just hummed and smiled, basking in the afterglow of their orgasm and the love of their boyfriend.
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hunterofthegods · 4 years ago
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So. I'm not done drawing Bloodhound. But this isn't done just yet. *WIP again*
Damn braids to rival Loba.
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ruleofleft · 1 year ago
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My Bloodhound has a muscular back, I’m never really 100% if my I imagine my BH AFAB or AMAB but the always have a defined back, anyone have that one thing that their BH always does/have, doesn’t matter if it’s physical or mental or just habits.
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nevaryadl · 4 years ago
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An attempt at my hc for Bloodhound’s face. I really, really love the thought of them having a beard (or best attempt past the scar tissue)
Bloodhound uses they/them, misgendering them will not be tolerated
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mengestress · 5 years ago
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@ people writing bottom Bloodhound: yall doing god's work
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xenoraeth · 5 years ago
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k so I drew and wrote down my hound headcannon changes
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you can tell which one I liked drawing more lmao
I'll eventually draw and write more down but it will have to wait, its 4:40am rn
also I just typed everything out on insta cuz I had too many spelling errors in the original writing and my writing is sloppy tonight
take my pride and joy
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