#just the idea that he is generally top dog but he willingly submits to this girl for whatever reason

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i love hercules and omphale because despite that fact that he is bigger and stronger and more powerful than her, he willingly becomes her slave (and, eventually, her lover and husband). it's such an interesting dynamic. to know that he could kill her if he wanted to, that her power over him is essentially pretend, but that he, the proud hercules, still plays along, a willing participant in his own subjugation. it's playful and subversive and even romantic.

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Here is a list of amazing bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of December. Between the first month of the Bottom Louis Fic Fest and all the other fics that authors posted throughout the month, it’s clear that this was a great way to end off a great year of bottom Louis fics! We really hope you enjoy this list.

Happy reading, and have a Happy New Year!

1) The One Where Harry Fucks Louis While Wearing A Ballerina Dress  | Mature | 1440 words

So now here he is, Harry Styles, one of the biggest pop stars of this generation, about to head on national tv with a ballerina dress and an hard on. Life truly is amazing.

2) A XXX-Mas Miracle | Explicit | 2078 words

Harry's favorite camboy is doing something special for Christmas. He can't exactly miss it, can he? Absolutely not.

3) Pretty, Pretty Lights | Explicit | 2827 words

It's the first time Harry and Louis have been home for Christmas together since their parents got married. More importantly, it's the first time they've been home together since they'd presented. They meet up under the glowing lights of the Christmas tree.

4) Fine Line | Explicit | 3281 words

This is just a tiny fanfiction that in my head was really just a Survival Instinct spin off, but then became a thing of its own.

5) Starlight In Your Eyes Of Blue | Mature | 4360 words

Harry is in New York while Louis is back home at London waiting for Harry’s return. Unfortunately, Harry may be unable to come back home in time for Christmas and most importantly—Louis’ birthday. Louis can’t wait any longer to be in a bed that’s no longer empty but in the end it changes.

6) Christmas Glows With Love | Explicit | 4837 words

Harry, a photographer, is taking photos for a porn magazine cover. Louis, a solo porn star, is up for just about anything!

7) When You Touch Me, Paint Me Like A Van Gogh | Explicit | 4866 words

There's a cricket in the room.

Louis is pulled from a hazy dream state by the startling knowledge that there's a cricket in his room.

(Harry has been away for a month. He comes home to Louis in the middle of the night - dramatics and smut ensue.)

8) Have A Little Bit Of Pride | Mature | 5906 words

They had talked about going to pride together since they started dating 3 years, but had always been too busy during the month of June to make the move to actually go, but this year they had convinced the boys to go so they cleared their schedule to take part in as many activities as they could.

Or Harry is Louis' really hot boyfriend who keeps getting flirted with at pride, so Louis confronts Harry. Sex ensues.

9) Somebody Gets Hurt | Explicit | 6796 words

Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles have been romantically linked for years. The couple threaten their careers after trying to amuse themselves on a slow day.

10) My Little Omega | Mature | 8339 words

Harry Styles is a well-known boxer that happens to be an alpha. He also happens to be in love with his omega neighbor, Louis.

11) Lights, Camera, Acción (You Can Be My Daddy) | Explicit | 8845 words

Basically, Louis is a slutty little camboy and Harry fucks him. It's literally just porn and the plot is only there to connect the smut scenes.

12) Should Be, Meant To Be | Explicit | 9174 words

Prompt #65: Louis signs up for a Sugar Daddy dating website on a drunken dare. He forgets for a while, until one night he gets a notification for a message request from none other than his really hot (really rich) boss, Harry Styles.

13) Winter Night Traveler | Explicit | 9398 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

A dangerous snowstorm leaves Louis stranded in his cabin. Lucky for him, he gets an unexpected visitor...

14) Call If You Need Me | Mature | 9419 words

If anyone asks later on, Louis plans to tell them that it’s all Niall’s fault.

15) The Time is Now for Me And You | Explicit | 9944 words

Note: This fic included because it is part of the Bottom Louis Fic Fest, but the main pairing is Liam/Louis rather than Harry/Louis.

Louis inhales shakily and then buries his face into the crook of Liam’s neck and cries. Liam just holds him close, keeping his hand moving lightly along Louis’ spine to let him know that he’s here and that he will be alright, despite Liam not knowing what’s going on.

It doesn’t take longer than a few minutes of crying before Louis extracts himself from Liam’s embrace, seemingly having collected himself enough to not break down again.

“Do you wanna tell me what all this is about?” Liam asks gently, keeping a gentle hand on Louis’ arm.

“We broke up.”

or; Liam is a weenie and Louis is a mess.

16) By the Still Of Your Hand | Mature | 10630 words

Louis has a little insecurity, Harry makes him feel better about it.

17) If My Heart Was A Compass, You'd Be North | Mature | 11121 words

Louis is a famous travel vlogger, and Harry is a famous vlogging food critic. They travel the world with their best friends and fall more in love with every continent they step foot on. When Louis' love declaration threatens Harry's dreams of giving Louis the perfect proposal, craziness ensues.

18) Foolishly Laying Our Hearts On The Table | Explicit | 11262 words

The one where Harry is in love with his best friend Louis but doesn't think he stands a chance until some wisdom teeth and a rather unusual confession might just change his mind.

19) Pour Decisions | Explicit | 12203 words

Prompt 80: AU where drunk!Louis fills out a fake job application for hot boss Harry Styles, including lurid details about his ‘desired position’ and ‘qualifications,’ and accidentally submits that instead of the real one.

20) Wrap Me Up In Your Love | Explicit | 13223 words

Every time Louis tries to tell Harry his big news, they always get interrupted. Louis becomes increasingly more frustrated as Harry becomes more confused about his Omega’s behavior. Or the one where Louis is pregnant and keeps getting interrupted in the most obscure ways every time he tries to tell Harry.

21) Just A Little Taste | Explicit | 13257 words

Louis works at The Blind Bat as a bartender during one of the busier times of the night. Typically, there’s one bartender on duty, his best mate Niall Horan, but Louis steps in to help with the demand. There’s always someone who needs a drink, a menu, or something to replenish their energy. He also has to look out of the humans who willingly allow vampires to feed on them. He’s quite protective of the regulars who come to get their kicks with a quick drink and a bite. A vampire’s bite, and the rush of endorphins that come with it, can be addicting. He should know.

22) Wake Me Up With It | Mature | 13699 words

The one where Louis makes Harry tell him a kink he's never gotten to try out, and then he offers to do it with him, which leads to Harry's heart exploding afterward when Louis seems to have meant it as a one-time thing. Featuring a pining Harry, a scared Louis, and excessive use of the word baby.

23) You'll Be Home For Christmas | Not Rated | 15214 words

“Honesty, Lou, just ask Harry for help.”

Louis remained silent as he continued to scowl at the Christmas calendar Niall had hung on their refrigerator.

“And be nice to my calendar filled with holiday cheer,” Niall instructed. “You’re going to burn a fucking hole in it from the way you’re glaring at the innocent thing. It’s not the calendar’s fault that your heat is starting so close to Christmas.”

24) Everything I Do | Explicit | 16390 words

Harry’s ready, has been for a while now, and he’s fairly certain Louis is too, it just hasn’t been on the top of their priority list. There have been offhand mentions, a comment here and there, more in jest than anything, no serious discussion or consideration. Harry stands up straighter, a stomach-churning thought forming in his mind. Has Louis been waiting for him to ask?

OR the one where Harry finds a book of Elizabethan courtship rituals which sets in motion a series of events that can lead to only one conclusion.

25) Don't Call Me Angel | Mature | 16648 words

Manhattan is a dangerous playground for the rich and entitled Alphas of New York. Those same wealthy Alphas are robbed after spending one night in the presence of a blue-eyed Omega and Officer Styles is assigned to the case.

26) Paint Me A Literature Of Love | Explicit | 18513 words

Harry loves literature. It also just so happens he falls in love with a painter who is the perfect subject for prose and poetry.

Louis loves art, specifically acrylic. It seems perfectly fitting that he finds a man that inspires him to paint with all the colours in his supply.

27) Sweeter Still When We're Alone  | Explicit | 20066 words

Louis is looking up at him, eyes glazed over and fucked out. His hair is a mess and Harry truly feels like he’s fallen under Louis’ spell.

“That’s right, you little witch,” he groans. He grabs the back of Louis’ hair and pulls it so that his head is tilted so far back that they’re barely centimetres apart, breathing in the same air. Harry closes his eyes and moves closer.

Nobody ever tells you that love potions taste like cherries.

28) Absolutely Smitten | Mature | 20121 words

Adopting Clifford was a way for Louis to finally cope with his loneliness, as a lively dog would spice up his life and his boring daily routine. Now, he surely didn’t expect Clifford to lead him to meet one strange man obsessed with his cat that he walks and cooks with.

Somehow, Louis falls in love pretty fast along the way.

Or. Louis is walking his dog. Harry is walking his cat. Leashes get tangled, and feelings too.

29) Ready To Fall | Explicit | 21220 words

“Ninety and rising,” Nick says triumphantly, as though making Harry’s heartbeat pick up by thrusting an obscenely attractive person in front of his face is any kind of success. “Louis Tomlinson has just walked into our control room and suddenly our dear Harry Styles has lost all ability to speak. Could this be some kind of strange coincidence?”

“I hate you,” Harry hisses, forcing his eyes back into Nick’s direction, uncaring that the mic must have picked it up. “I thought we agreed that you were going to play fair.”

“I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Nick denies, except he’s holding up a picture of Louis’ face now, sharp cheekbones prominent, soft lashes nearly sweeping against his cheeks as he looks down, and his fucking mouth –

“A hundred and two!” Nick crows, all but clapping his hands together in glee. “The highest it’s ever been!”

“To be fair, I did bend over the desk on purpose,” Louis’ voice comes crackling in the headphones. Harry practically breaks his neck whipping his head around at the sound of it, gaping at him through the glass panel. “You can’t really blame him for getting a little excited about that, can you?”

30) Written In The Stars (That's You And Me) | Explicit | 22632 words

Louis pushes himself up on one elbow and stretches enough to just barely trace his fingertips over Harry’s jawline. Harry’s eyes drop to track his movements as he does it again. “D’you feel that?” he whispers.

To him, it feels like all of the universe’s magic lives just beneath his skin when he touches Harry with intent. It feels like something special. Louis watches Harry’s lips part and wants to touch that too. He almost does, but then Harry shakes his head. “Feel what?”

Written for the prompt: Louis is a funny and bratty psychic and Harry is set on proving he's a scam.

31) Bloom | Explicit | 24887 words

When they first meet at Harry’s flower truck, Harry falls hard but Louis’ unavailable. Only before long, Harry reignites a spark that Louis thought long forgotten.

32) Swept Me Off My Feet (Took My Heart And Took Me Down) | Explicit | 25447 words

When Louis had decided to reopen his mother's bakery, he never thought a charming alpha would walk in through the door, let alone fall in love with him over tea, dessert and music.

33) The World Is Vast  | Explicit | 25858 words

“I hate this. I fucking hate this so fucking much.” Harry began to cry. “She was only 17 for fuck’s sake. She had her whole life ahead of her! She should be researching colleges and skipping school to hang out at the mall. She should be playing with her little brothers and helping her mother in the kitchen with dinner. This is bullshit! Complete bullshit! I thought I could do this, I thought…”

He didn’t finish his sentence. Instead he kicked the brick wall before collapsing against it, his head back, rain beating against his face, mixing with his tears.

They stood in silence for a few moments before Harry looked to Louis. He saw the same sadness and sorrow as the night before. He felt the same connection, the same feeling that he and Louis were alike - both broken looking to belong.

Or - The Killing Au.

34) Ours Are The Moments I Play In The Dark | Mature | 30830 words

Jane Austen's Persuasion AU. Nine years ago Louis Tomlinson was persuaded to break off his engagement to Harry Styles, a poor sailor. Since then Louis has come to regret being so easily convinced to give up his one chance of happiness. Now Louis' family is in debt and his childhood home is being sold. In a complete reversal of fortune, Harry has returned to England a wealthy bachelor looking to settle down. Events conspire to bring them together once more though Louis is- must surely be- the last man on earth that Captain Styles would think of now.

35) Building Me Up (But Buttercup, You Lied) | Explicit | 31007 words

Harry’s mouth felt dry just saying those words. What he had with Louis was so much more than a simple ‘fuck buddies’ situation. It was slow kisses in the morning between soft sheets and shy smiles, it was holding hands in the afternoon while walking and eating ice cream. It was breakfast for dinner, laughing and licking honey from each other’s lips as they shared goals and even some secrets, it was happiness, it was glow.

To Harry, what he had with Louis meant everything. Until Louis decided it meant nothing.

36) From The Start | Explicit | 32171 words

Louis has no idea that one act of kindness will cause his life to spiral out of control. But that's what happens when his new friend fake proposes to him and a video of it goes viral.

37) Listen To Your Heart  | Explicit | 35019 words

Louis has always been comfortable being Harry’s one and only. When Harry starts to branch out, Louis has a hard time letting him go.

Harry is very lucky to have someone who listens to what he has to say, despite the fact that he’s deaf. He’s finally feeling like he’s coming into himself, but Louis seems bothered by his newfound confidence.

38) Every Lonely Place | Explicit | 38062 words

Facing the fact that he’s been prioritizing his career over his relationship, Harry proposes to his longtime boyfriend Louis on a whim. But when yet another work emergency takes precedence over their plans, Louis decides he’s had enough. Harry goes to bed drunk and alone, and when he wakes, he finds himself in an entirely different world. Over and over again, Harry visits a lifetime he’s once lived, across time and dimensions. And wherever there’s a Harry Styles, there’s a Louis Tomlinson.

39) Now That This Old World Is Ending | Explicit | 49184 words

Needing a good distraction from his broken heart, Louis Tomlinson goes on a camping trip with his friends to Northern England. However, a different kind of distraction arises when his friends disappear from their camp. Hellbent on finding them, Louis soon discovers that the area has been taken over by a cult and teams up with a resentful archer with fire in his eyes and blood on his hands.

Far Cry inspired AU.

40) You'll Find Me (In The Region Of The Summer Stars)  | Explicit | 49929 words

Or the one where they're all greek gods except for Harry, who thanks to Niall has to defeat everything from sirens to giants to dragons in order to survive. What Harry doesn't know is what could be waiting for him at the end of his quest -anything from nymphs to dryads... or even a certain soulmate omega.

41) Thinking About The T-Shirt You Sleep In | Explicit | 52489 words

Harry's alpha fraternity donates to a local thrift shop (because of Liam's latent crush on a cute beta in his lecture). Louis' financial situation (and confusing omega instincts) lead him to make some interesting fashion purchases. Lots of pizza, feelings, and not-really-lying.

42) Warming Up to You | Explicit | 56227 words

“I feel you,” Harry nods along as he zips his bag open, carefully pulling out his fancy looking camera before pressing a button to turn it on. “I love taking pictures for a number of reasons, but I think the best part of the whole thing is that I’m able to go through my older pictures and have all these memories from those moments come back to me.”

He puts the camera against his eye and points at Louis, and before the shorter one can even react, he hears a ‘click’, and Harry’s smiling down at the screen of his camera.

“And I don't think I want to forget about the day I got stranded in a cabin with a pretty stranger,” he finishes off.

43) Not That Gone | Explicit | 61995 words

Note: This fic has mentions of BH.

A few weeks after Louis and Harry, *ahem*, reconnect at their high school reunion, Harry temporarily moves back home. Louis isn't sure he has the emotional fortitude for a prolonged fling with the man of the dreams.

44) Beautiful Stranger | Explicit | 66074 words

When Alpha Harry Styles attends the Gucci Cruise 2020 show, he knows what to expect: clothes, clutch bags, and a few too many pretentious people. What he doesn’t expect, however, is to run into an Omega who is more beautiful than anything on the runway.

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[unholyplumpprincess]

Insatiable

Commission for someone anonymous involving Friends With Benefits Caustic/Bloodhound with absolutely no romance between them. Just a lot of horny. It also hints at Caustane and Miragehound as actual romantic pairs since you know I can’t do anything without a bit of romance in it.

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Fandom: Apex Legends

Relationship: FWB Caustic/Bloodhound (Hinted at Caustane and Miragehound)

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Bloodhound has a vulva, Knifeplay, biting, bruising, rough play, d/s undertones, dom Bloodhound, PWP, Bathroom sex so kinda public but, Friends with benefits

Words: 4.4k

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Bloodhound was an enigma and a mystery that anyone would be interested to solve. Caustic was no exception from this interest. What he never would have expected, however, was the relationship he developed with the hunter.

It turns out that ‘The Hunter the Gods Have Sent’ was touch starved, not to mention sexually pent up. It took a bit of prodding, but he’d finally hit that little switch on them. It had happened outside of the rings in the legends’ compound, when Alexander had prodded with a “Or are you perhaps sexually frustrated and that is why you are so aggressive?”, loudly announcing his curiosity. And they had, in their embarrassment, slammed him to the wall. Their petite frame against his and low snarls behind their helmet.

There was underlying tension throughout anything they did with Alexander around. It hadn’t taken long to convince them. No strings attached, no romance, just two legends working out frustrations. Or rather, Bloodhound working out their frustration, and Alexander offering- gleefully- to be their personal little fuck toy. Bloodhound had scoffed at him at first, claimed they didn’t need him nor anyone to be their pet.

Yet, the more they had thought on it, it certainly did benefit them both, didn’t it?

~Rest under the cut~

Romance was something Alexander wouldn’t consider with Bloodhound. No, they were far too skittish and preferred to not get into anything too deep. Often times he’d be on his knees, looking up to them with adoration and submission in his eyes and that’s all that they needed. He couldn’t say that he disagreed with the terms, considering he was purely delighted for someone to have the reigns on him, so to speak.

Bloodhound was unique in many ways. And one big one being how they liked to surprise him at every turn.

An example of this is today, both of them are in the arena and working on this season’s killings. They’re on opposite teams, but Caustic knows very well that he’s being watched. He can feel the prickling up the back of his neck of a predator’s gaze watching his every move. His own squad mates had been Octane and Bangalore, moving ahead while he lingered behind for loot and stragglers. Bloodhound’s team had consisted of Mirage and a newbie.

Caustic knew from prior encounters and a confession that Bloodhound enjoyed hunting him in the ring. He was easy prey, they had put it while holding him down with his throat one night. Telling him that he made beautiful sounds while he died.

He’d be lying if he said that hadn’t turned him on.

The competition of the season, however, is what keeps him from just allowing them to have him. Not to mention they wouldn’t be interested if he just rolled belly up and LET them have him however they pleased. They had made this clear when they told each other little bits of kinks and interests. Caustic certainly liked to submit, but he did not like giving it up so willingly without a bit of a fight.

The firefight that inevitably comes is well fought. The newbie is taken down by Bangalore, only for her to get tricked by a decoy and taken out of the equation by Mirage’s hand. Octane does pretty well in running circles around Bloodhound to distract them, but inevitably gets downed and finished by a swift and merciful hand.

Caustic’s NOX grenade does a good job in capturing the newbie and Mirage off guard. With low health and no armor, it doesn’t take them long to get knocked and finished with his peacekeeper. It’s truly his mistake, in the end, to not pay attention to where his little hunter has gone. That is, until he hears the click nearby of a magazine being dropped and the loud, thunderous snarl.

He whips around at the ready to fire, not expecting them to be so close as they mow him down with their spitfire. Bloodhound’s eyes glow fiery red behind their goggles, the huffing snarls exhaling from them being helped by the Allfather’s blessings coursing through their veins.

They’re the only two left on each team.

He’s downed in one of the buildings, propping himself up on the inner wall of the building in the darker corner, panting as he holds his wound. Bloodhound approaches like a starved predator, each calculated step pounded to the floor to make them sound bigger. Caustic can’t help but grin, wheezing out a laugh, “And how do you intend on finishing this, little hunter?” A taunt passing from him. Perhaps not his smartest of things to say.

There were no cameras in the corners of these buildings. They both knew this.

Bloodhound doesn’t speak, not at first. Instead, they drop on top of him, straddling his hips and use their gear to their advantage, as it makes them heavier. He grunts in turn, letting himself slump flat against the floor when their knees dig into his hands to keep them against the floor and away from his weapons. They follow the action by removing his gas mask and at least have the kindness to set it to the side nearby instead of throwing it.

With a slowness, they pull out their blade and point the tip below his chin, seeming to get a thrill when his breath hitches. They follow the point lazily down his neck to the top of his suit, cocking their head to the side softly in a gesture that reminds him of a large cat toying with their prey. His cock is fattening up in his suit, pressing eagerly to their ass, but they make no notion that they even notice it.

Alexander is about to snap out a question, maybe dare them to stab him, but they just chuckle lowly. His mouth shuts just as they coo out. “Look at you, Alexander,” Their voice is low, dangerous with the way their helmet amplifies their tone.

They drag the blade back up on the blunt edge, allowing it to scratch but not slice over his flesh. “You fought so well. And yet, you do not fight me now.” Bloodhound’s hips grind downwards harshly, right against where they feel him swell up. Grinning in their helmet like a feral beast when he groans and his head falls to the side. Too easy.

“Ten squads left. You will let yourself be taken out this early?” Bloodhound continues to taunt, letting their blade come to the corner of his lips. It’s an unspoken thing, they’re telling him not to reply. It still makes him grunt under his breath, shuddering as they generously rock their hips against his crotch to keep him interested.

When he does open his mouth after a moment, they snarl at him and bring the blade to his throat again. Letting the sharp edges bite at his soft flesh there. “Do not move, prey.” Their voice low and daring when he tries to flick his eyes up to them. He’s painfully hard now, cheeks dusted red and each breath comes out shaky. His hips ache to push up, aching to feel the heat so well hidden behind their layers, but he resists. Holding still.

They wait for a moment, no words, letting him contemplate what they may want. It’s deathly still, until they hum and draw their blade away, sitting back on his crotch and making him groan in a strain. “I will offer you a trade,” They start, rolling their hips once more to give him an idea of what kind of trade. Alexander whines faintly in his throat, hands twitching under their knees. “You shall service me. Here. In the arena. And in turn, I shall allow you to continue to compete.”

In the arena. In... the arena? Alexander’s mind slowly reels at the idea. It makes him whimper, the idea that anyone could catch them, the idea that the cameras could somehow be on in here for once. He knows, logically, Bloodhound would have ensured that that worry was eliminated. They didn’t want outsiders to have any hint of an idea of their image. Yet, he’s nodding quickly regardless in turn, pleading faintly.

It’s with quickness that they move off him. Sheathing their blade as they work their tactical pants down eagerly to mid-thigh. Alexander, despite the pain, is able to drag himself up onto his knees, allowing himself to be moved deeper into the corner of the building. With one of Bloodhound’s gloved hands in his hair, he messily kisses up their inner thigh, nosing his way up with blurry eyes. His nose brushes their wet curls and much like a dog he uses his senses to guide him there.

Bloodhound always tasted like a salty and tangy treat. His hands shake as they come up to grab their thighs, feeling Bloodhound brush his hair back from his face with a pleasured sigh. He’s quick to act, not playing around as his lips seal around their juicy clit. Already hard and reddened with arousal. His own cock strains, but after many times practicing, he can ignore it. For now.

His tongue swipes from their hole up to their clit just to greedily get more of their juices. Alexander can only smirk when they snarl, tugging his hair to get him to where they wanted him the most. His tongue circles around their fat clit, nosing into their dark curls to inhale their scent as his lips seal back around it. With a few harsh sucks, they’re shaking, holding the back of his head with one hand as their hips hump against his face.

When Bloodhound takes over, he’s smart enough to not resist them. Alexander parts his lips open, sure that his beard is rubbing their thighs uncomfortably yet they don’t seem to mind. He lets his tongue loll open, letting them fuck against his tongue as one of his hands moves from their thigh. He’s quick to throw his glove off to not get anything dangerous inside of them, just before he’s introducing two fingers to their entrance and pressing inside. Scissoring right away to strain them and quirking them up to rub with quickness at their frontal walls.

The sounds they make, in turn, make Alexander moans against them. Their feral snarls fading off into soft, desperate noises as they hump against his face. Using his hair to guide him into licking harder where they wanted.

When they cum, it’s with a soft shake of their body and frantic humping against his mouth and fingers. He fucks them harder with his fingers in turn, letting them ride it out until they slump back against the wall. They’re at least kind enough to pet his hair back, cooing softly about what a good job he did as they pull his head back to look at him. Alexander’s lips are flushed red, slick making his lips and chin glossy with some sticking to his mustache. They cup his cheek, using their thumb to wipe is off and pressing it back into his mouth, pressing hard down on his tongue in a way that makes his hips thrust into nothing.

Without much more ceremony or formalities, they let him sit back on his knees and find his glove and mask again. Just as they pull back up their pants and their weaponry. They unclip the gold knockdown from their hip, throwing it on top of him and nudging him with their boot to get his attention as they walk past.

“I do not miss, Caustic. Remember this when my bullet lands its mark.” A threat that they intend on finishing what they started.

He couldn’t wait.

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The champion is Bloodhound. Armed with a triple take and a spitfire for both close and long range battle. Caustic made it to top three, just in time to watch them take down the remaining squads and half watch them fight each other. In celebration, Mirage, who had been on their team and therefor was a champion as well, offers drinks at his bar. When Alexander hears Bloodhound accept, he’s quick to do so as well with a nonchalant shrug. Free drinks were free drinks.

And any chance to see Bloodhound without their fancy helmet was always a treat.

So, Alexander arrives at a decent time. Not late to the party but not early. The bar is a bit more club-like than he’s used to, with flashing lights and booths around the rooms. The big bar is beautiful in the center of the room, fit with many different drinks and glasses hanging about. He’d admit, Elliott had good decorating skills at least. Even with a few groups on the dancefloor eagerly moving bodies to the bass around them.

He dresses simply but nicely with a nice fitting black t-shirt under a left open dark green and black flannel. His jeans are nicely fit, not quite skinny jeans and are of a dark fade. Glasses are perched on his nose, hair pushed back from his face as he greets the other legends at the larger booth. Anita, Ajay, Wraith, Octavio, and Elliott are all present already. Natalie isn’t too far behind as she eagerly sits next to Wraith and plants a kiss on her cheek at the same time Anita does to squish her cheeks together. Even Alexander can’t help but laugh.

Steadily, more people join until just one is left. One he anxiously awaits.

As they approach the table, Elliott is first to make their presence known with a low whistle under his breath. Alexander couldn’t blame him. They prowl towards the table, crimson curls pulled into a ponytail to reveal their shaved underside and pierced ears. Red tinted large glasses rest on their face, protecting their eyes from the bright flashes of lights. A black mask on their lower face is pulled over their nose with sharp white teeth and a filter on the side, a gift from Octavio he recognizes.

On their body is a black tunic styled crop top with a leather jacket thrown over, dark raven feathers on the shoulders and fur on the inner lining at the neck. Tight leather pants and combat boots complete the look, fit with fingerless leather gloves and a black choker.

Elliott sounds about breathless beside him as he guffaws when Bloodhound strolls up to the table. They apologize for their lateness, offering that Muninn and Arthur were none too happy to be put to bed early. Elliott is quick on his feet, pulling a chair out for them on the opposite side of the table so he could rest next to them and Octavio on the other side. Alexander directly in front of them.

Bloodhound is sweet on Elliott, something that doesn’t bother Alexander considering they were in a no strings attached sort of relationship. He notes how they gently bow their head when Elliott compliments them before starting up friendly banter. Alexander can’t help it either, looking at Octavio who has his own mask tugged around his neck so he can down drinks. He’s talking a mile a minute, occasionally getting up to continue his story and throw out his arms as he speaks.

Alexander can’t help but smile fondly at it. He’d admit, he liked the little spitfire, especially when his green streaked mohawk was as tousled as it was now and his shaved sides had grown out to a fuzzy texture. He pays far too much attention to the way Octavio, at some point, is talking to Ajay about their different transitions. Excitedly pulling up his own crop top to show his scars under his chest as Ajay sqwacks and flags for him to pull back down his shirt. To which he responds with his double pierced tongue sticking out and saying he paid good money to do that.

It’s a nice outing for all of them. Bloodhound doesn’t drink, and Alexander hardly touches his own. More interested in listening in to the conversations going around the table and the laughter, especially the deep one near him from Makoa who holds his belly as he laughs.

It’s all fun and games until halfway through taking a drink, Alexander feels a boot resting between his thighs across the table. Judging by the weight and the pressure of it and how Bloodhound is holding their cheek, not looking at him, he just knows it’s them. They look at Elliott as he takes another drink, obviously buzzed as he chats away with Octavio about their squad match together a few days ago. Both reenacting the scene of them shooting. Bloodhound lets out a soft chuckle among the rest of the laughter around the table, and Alexander only coughs out a sound.

Pressure is applied more between his legs until he’s forced to shift in his spot, rocking his own hips into the boot as he grits his teeth. Alexander never got off earlier, didn’t have enough time between the game and then coming here. He’s easy to arouse, and with them doing it so nonchalantly in public? That’s just cold, even for them.

Yet, he’s even more turned on.

Alexander rolls his neck, and apparently seems a little tense because Octavio asks him if he’s alright. Reaching across the table to take Alexander’s hand that’s gripping the glass tight, laughing a bit and telling him he’ll break the glass. Alexander just might at feeling the cooler body temperature from Octavio and how he looks at him concerned.

Just as the boot rolls its heel into him and he has to step up and excuse himself. Thankfully a few others do as well, saying they’re going to get more drinks. A perfect opportunity for him to grab Bloodhound’s arm and offer for them to come with him to gather drinks for each other as well, saying he’d like their recommendations.

Lying through his teeth as he tries to conceal how hard he is in his jeans. Alexander can FEEL the smirk on their lips as they accompany him. Alexander doesn’t even play coy as he leads them through bodies, it’s easy to get lost, no one should miss them for a half an hour, yes? He could just say they wanted a smoke break or something. He’s so busy coming up with lies that he doesn’t realize he’s started gripping their arm harder as he leads them to the private restroom.

As soon as the lock clicks into place, he’s shoving Bloodhound back against the door. “You little tease-” He hisses out, tugging their mask down and around their neck at the same time they push their glasses up to rest on the top of their head. He gets to peer at them, their blinded fiery eye, the dangerous ruby red sheen of the other. The way their full lips twist into a grin to show off the double set of sharp canines.

He doesn’t get the upperhand, despite having them backed against the door. Their fingers twist into his shirt, their breath mingling from how close they are as Bloodhound slips a thigh between both of his legs. “Did I not tell you that I do not miss?” They tease back, eyes flickering down to his lips just as Alexander surges forward.

There is no love in the kiss. It’s lust, hunger as their teeth click with his. Their pierced tongue licks its way into his mouth at the same time he grabs a handful of their plentiful ass, yanking them closer to his body and in turn grinding himself onto their thigh. Bloodhound moves with him, one hand moving from the grip on his shirt to instead twine into his hair and yanking it back a bit. Causing him to break from the kiss just as their teeth sink into his bottom lip and pull it softly.

They let go, only to attack at his throat with a harsh bite to the junction. Bloodhound growls immediately to his huff of pleasure, suckling on the bite to leave a hickey as they force their thigh harder up against him.

It’s messy and rough, just how Alexander liked it. Liking the way they snarl when he lifts them up against the door, effectively shifting to wind their legs around his waist. He keeps one arm braced on the door, hand fisted and his other on their ass. They keep a hand in his hair, teeth and lips on his neck as Alexander begins to thrust against them. The zipper on his jeans doing no favors for his confined cock and their leather pants doing no favors being so easy to slide against. They don’t get the friction they want, snarling against his neck and moving to his ear instead to nip at the lobe.

With both their frustration at lack of friction, there’s a bit of a shift and tug until Bloodhound can unwind from him. They flip the script as soon as they have the upper hand, twisting Alexander until he’s pushed against the door. He’s about to complain, a snarl on his lips and managing to get out, “What are you-” Until they huff at him, grabbing his cock through his jeans and squeezing harshly.

“You will take what I offer, Alexander.” They growl out dangerously, giving a rub over the bulge he’s made and watching his eyes flutter with sadistic glee. “You have played my game long enough today, I think you deserve a treat.” Alexander can’t stop the way his eyes open briefly in excitement at that word. Treat. Were they really going to- in a restroom???

The answer is given when they wait for him to object or whine, satisfied when he just holds still as they sink to their knees. They work quick on the fly of his jeans, unbuttoning them and sliding them a bit down on his hips. Normally they’d tease, nuzzle and lick at his flesh for ten to twenty minutes, but they know they must make this quick.

Bloodhound, instead, sighs at his scent. Nuzzling at his gray boxers where a wet patch lays from his drooling cock. Their tongue slips out, licking at him through the fabric and delight in the way he squirms and places his hands flat on the door behind him. He knew better than to grab, especially when they look at him from under their lashes, taking a long lick upwards and showing glints of their canines.

Yeah, he knew better than to disobey.

They don’t tease him long, pulling his boxers down to reveal their prize. Alexander’s cock was certainly large, about as thick as their wrist and eight inches long with a beautiful shiny pink head peeking from foreskin. Freckles dot up the base of his dick into trimmed dark auburn curls. They sigh at the sight of him, nuzzling at his cock from underneath and his cheeks flush from embarrassment.

Bloodhound loved giving head as much as they liked receiving it. If they could, they would have perhaps made this a show, taken their time. However, it appears Alexander did not have the patience they were expecting from him today. They suppose they couldn’t blame him, not when they had dressed like this and teased him.

They take his cock in one hand to stroke him languidly, pulling back his foreskin so they can wrap their pretty lips around the head and suck. They lap at the head when precum drools from him, taking him halfway and repeating the motion. Able to watch his head fall back, lips part and struggle to keep quiet. They quite like when he peeks down at them, his cock jerking when they make eye contact briefly before they take him a good ways down their throat and slowly pull back to the head.

The way he groans out, “Fuck.” under his breath is always such a treat. He tries to be a good boy, they can feel it in how his hips strain not to thrust. But, just in case, their free hand rests on his hip, gripping him hard enough that their nails sink into his plush skin there as a warning. When his hips do wind up twitching, they let their teeth scrape across his sensitive flesh on his cock and relish in the way he lets out a low, unrestrained whine.

What a masochist.

As Alexander edges closer, he always watches when he can. Eyes half lidded, peering down at the way they suck on his cock. Pulling off just so they can lick from base to tip from the underside and return back to bobbing their head. His fingers twitch, aching to yank them down and choke on his cock, but the last time he did that he ended up in lingerie and pictures taken of him. And as much as he enjoyed the humiliation, he’s not sure he wants to do it again.

Yet, before he can cum, they move from him. Wiping off their mouth on the back of their hand, but before he can cry out and ask what they’re doing, they move closer.

Alexander almost cums when he realizes what they’re doing. One hand wraps around his cock again, stroking as they work down their pants and their underwear. Beginning to jack him off with the head of his cock kissing their lower lips and rubbing against their clit. They offer him a hum, “I would prefer you not to make a mess of Elliott’s bar.” As if explaining their reasoning was as simple as cleanliness.

Alexander’s nails scrape against the door, a knot building in his abdomen and releasing tension when he cums. He can’t tear his eyes away as he watches himself cum onto their underwear and over their lower lips. A strip of white streaking over their reddened clit that twitches with its own arousal and he almost begs to clean his own mess up.

With a few last strokes to make sure he was soft enough to tuck away, they help him with his pants as they pull up their underwear and pants as well. Affectionately patting his cheek before they pull back on their mask into place and lower their glasses back down onto their nose.

The rest of the night, Alexander is hyper aware of any shift Bloodhound does in their seat, and wonders if they’re easing their own arousal.

When they find him later in the compound outside their door, they laugh and call him insatiable.

Maybe he was. But when you get someone as wild as Bloodhound in your life, could you blame him?