This is mainly an Apex Legends writing blog, but I will also write for and take requests for Overwatch, Genshin Impact, and The Legend of Zelda (all games)
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• anything like r*pe, p*dophilia, agepl@y, shit or piss, b*astiality, nothing icky at all
• daddy k!nks, that makes me uncomfortable as fuck
• anything robot fucking that involves the robot having humanoid g*nitalia and being able to feel the pleasure, makes me feel weird and I don't like it
Anything else is on the table unless I edit this again :)
Before you request, take a look at this list of links for everything I've already written
I'm willing to write the same characters multiple times but you might alrighty find what you want in here
Hate having a f/o thats canonically nonbinary bc every tiktok about them people always misgender them but you cant bring it up bc "its not that serious its just a game" but when I call the person a loser IM the problem?? Okay.
hello!!!! do you have any headcanon ideas for Bloodhound taking care of their sick/injured partner (the reader)?
Y'all are fueling my love for Bloodhound. Everytime I write about them I get a lil more obsessed teehee
Bloodhound x Sick!Reader Headcanons
Contains: Nothing, just fluff :)
Bloodhound definitely has some extensive knowledge of the forest and medicinal herbs
They probably didn't have a readily available doctor in their village, considering the peoples’ rejection of modern technology, so I believe they would've picked up some useful stuff over the years
The moment you start coughing or sniffling, the back of their hand is against your forehead to check for a fever
Bloodhound will lay you down in bed with fresh bedding and a glass of water always full on the bedside table
Every so often they bring in jars with labels in Icelandic and feed you spoonfuls of bitter tasting liquids or rub oils on your wrists and temples
Whenever you ask about them, they'll thoroughly explain every ingredient and the healing properties they hold
Once Bloodhound's done making sure you're comfy and feel a bit better, they'll go and clean your whole house/apartment or if you live together they'll do your entire half of the chores
“Now you have no need to get up. Rest, elskan.”
If you ask for cuddles, they will oblige but they'll make sure their mask is secure, their gloves are on, and you're facing away from them so you can't breathe on them
They're pressing butterflies kisses onto the back of your neck and your shoulders, whispering comforting words
You fall asleep knowing you are loved and cared for
When you wake you're greeted with an empty bed, but also the smell of delicious cooking coming from the kitchen
They make sure that you are getting a balanced meal to start your day with lots of carbs for energy and fruits for vitamins
After you’re done eating they will run you a bath, sitting on the edge of the tub to wash your hair for you while you relax in the hot water
They wrap you up in towels like the cats being wrapped like burritos and make sure you’re all dry, so there’s no way you can get more sick
Then they lay you back in bed, opening the window for fresh air and so you can hear them while they work outside
You spend your sick days tucked in bed, listening to the chopping of wood and sharpening of tools, knowing that they love your like you’re their whole world
It is a bit shorter than my usual writing, but I want to post more often and I also have finals coming up so im gonna be pumping out some more shorter ones :)
Sleepy Time Enea will get home from a game or from target practice exhausted, sweaty and covered in dust and dirt from the arena. Going straight into your arms, not caring that you’re telling him to go shower because he stinks. “Missed you, amore” he’ll mumble against your neck as he pulls you into his embrace. Arms around your waist to pull you flush against him as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck.
You have to practically force him into the shower with the promise of cuddles once he gets cleaned. “You promise?” he asks while standing in front of the bathroom door. You sigh, a gentle tilt of your head and a hand to your hip. “Yes Enea” Then he’ll go and shower, knowing he has something to look forward to after.
Sleepy Time Enea who doesn’t fully dry his hair and instead brings his towel to you, looking at you with those big, brown eyes he knows you can’t resist. “Amore” his voice is like silk as he speaks, already adjusting himself to sit on the floor with his back against the bed. He tilts his head back to look up at you behind him, towel in your hands as you dry his bleached curls. He smiles that charming smile, while his hands rest on the backs of your legs, just wanting to touch you in any way he can. You lean down and place a kiss to his forehead, making him smile wider, brightly as he takes the towel from your hands and throws it across the room. It lands with a quiet thud on the dresser.
Sleepy Time Enea who practically tackles you into the sheets once he’s up from the floor. Holding you close to him and refusing to let go for even a second. “Can’t breathe” you’ll mumble against his chest. Enea only laughs, loud and bright before laying on his back and tucking you against his side. “Sorry”, but he’s not, and you know that too when you see the way he looks at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Sleepy Time Enea who will turn over to lay on his side, his arm draped over your waist and head settling in the crook of your neck. His thumb rubbing light, soothing circles over the fabric of your shirt as he listens to you talk about your day. “And then she cut in front of me, can you believe that?” Enea will either nod or hum in response, loving the sound of your voice. “Then what happened?” he’ll say, looking up at you as he moves to rest his head on your chest, and like it’s second nature your hand will find refuge in his curls. Gently raking through his still damp hair.
Sleepy Time Enea who fights his sleep, wanting to stay up with you, but your fingers massaging against his scalp makes it hard. His eyes will flutter shut, then he’ll force them open and he’ll say, “Sorry, you were saying.” in a thick, sleep-slurred voice. You only smile, knowing he’s tired, but still continuing your story as he half-listens. Enea will wrap his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your chest. A content sigh escaping his lips as he’s slowly lulled into sleep by the sound of your voice and your fingers working wonders in his hair.
Sleepy Time Enea who is out in a matter of minutes. Mumbling incoherent things in his sleep and makes sure his hands stay touching you. Even when you lay down to get more comfortable, he’ll move in his sleep to stay right next to you. He’ll lay on you, or on rare occasions even drape a leg over you to make sure you don’t leave his side as he sleeps deeply. Even if he won’t admit it Enea is a very clingy man, especially when it comes to you. He’ll smother you and call you every pet name in the book, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. Especially not the way he holds you at night, making sure to let you know he’ll always be there.
thoughts on fuse with a partner that has a praise kink they're ashamed of? love your work!
Thank you for the request! I really apologize for it being so late, a lot of stuff has being going on in my life haha. I hope you enjoy the short fic!
Fuse x Reader 1.6k Words
Content: Praise kink obviously, Semi-Public fondling, No Smvt, just foreplay, implied smvt, slight humiliation stuff, idk is a dirty alley a trigger for anyone
Warm lights and friendly chatter transformed the Paradise Lounge from a raging nightclub to a cozy bar. Another win under your belt, but you were tired of the huge parties full of flashing lights and drunk strangers. You asked Mirage if he could keep the afterparty to just the legends, maybe some quieter music, dimmer lights, just a nice time without any worries or chaos
Your mind was pleasantly blank as you stared at the bar television, rewatching your game-winning kill for what seemed like the millionth time. All you felt was the soothing burn of your drink down your throat and the warmth of an arm around your shoulders. Fuse sat on the bar stool next to you, his metal hand curled the neck of a beer bottle while his fleshier left hand rested on your left shoulder.
“Look at that! That’s my partner!” Fuse’s hand squeezed your shoulder, bringing you back to reality. “Oi Houndy! Are you seeing this?”
“Yes, Walter. You have replayed the clip eight times.” Bloodhound was sitting in a booth a few feet behind you. They sipped at a glass of water occasionally, not keeping their mask off for too long. They didn’t usually come to after-game parties, but the promise of a calmer atmosphere tempted them.
“Elliot!” Fuse called to Mirage as he came back to the bar from passing out more drinks. He looked truly in his element, flipping a whiskey bottle in the air before pouring into a shaker. “Can we replay that last part again?”
Mirage laughed, rewinding the tape once again to the point where the final ring just started closing. You couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed at Fuse's enthusiasm, face flushing lightly. You swirled your now empty drink to distract yourself, listening to the light clinking of ice against glass. Fuse noticed the sound and watched your movements for a bit. He knew you too well.
“What’s wrong, love?” His smile had dropped a bit and his attention no longer bounced around, entirely focused on you. You hadn’t even noticed Mirage had set a new, full glass in front of you until Fuse pushed it closer, gently taking the empty one out of your hand and setting it down.
“It’s just a bit embarrassing,” you muttered sheepishly, avoiding eye contact. Fuse didn’t seem deterred by your shame. He knew you would actually be pissed if he was making you feel uncomfortable. A smirk grew on his face, and for a second you felt your stomach drop. That stupid smirk. It meant trouble.
“What?” His voice was teasing. “You’re telling me it embarrasses ya to be told you're doing such a good job for me?” Fuse put emphasis on the last six words, and it almost sounded mocking. You swear all the blood in your body was pooling in your cheeks. It felt like you had a fever with how warm and sweaty you were. All you could do was turn yourself away from the man unknowingly torturing you and take nervous mouthfuls of your drink. Fuse was laughing, that belly laugh that always made you feel safe.
“Truly though, darlin’, I'm so proud of you.” The laugh disappeared from Fuse's voice. He leaned over, making you feel more secluded from the rest of the bar with his arm pulling you in. “You've been doing so good lately.” His tone has changed, getting deeper and more suggestive.
Your eyes widened at the change, head spinning to look at the man beside you, but he had quickly engaged in a conversation with a very drunk Valkyrie. Fuse’s arm had left your shoulder, leaving you stunned and missing the warmth. Thoughts circled your head as you were left to your own devices. Mutterings of “so good” and “so proud of you” in that low drawl making the heat from your cheeks drop lower.
Shaky hands lifted your glass to your lips and you sipped, urging your brain to blank. Unfortunately, you didn't have much control over your thoughts. The thoughts of his voice turned to images of him above you. Chest sweaty, hair a mess, breathes coming in short huffs. You’re so perfect for me, he’d say. Look at ya’, so eager to take it like a good pup. The images turned to feelings. A deep need set low in your stomach. A throbbing that wanted so badly to be satiated. You shifted in your seat, thighs rubbing against each other in a subconscious attempt to gain friction. Noticing your body betraying you, you turned sharply, hopping off the bar stool. The sound alerted the man you totally weren’t just having a sex daydream about and he looked at you with confusion.
“Where ya goin’, darlin’?” he asked, readying himself to get up too.
“Just need some air. Don’t worry about me.” You brushed him off, practically speedwalking your way to a side door that led to the alley where everyone went to smoke.
As soon as the door swang shut behind you your body melted against the brick wall. Legs too shaky to support your weight, you slid down the wall until you were crouched. A hand instinctively fell between your legs to apply pressure. A pathetic whine came from your throat. You thought of how desperate you had to be to touch yourself in a dirty fucking alley, the smell of acrid cigarette smoke lingering in the air, but you couldn't help yourself.
Just as you thought “fuck it” and started unzipping your pants, the door opened and you jerked your hands away. Looking up, Fuse stood over you with a smug look on his face. For a few moments neither of you spoke, staring at each other. You looked at him with fear. He looked at you with amusement.
“You're really into that stuff?” He chuckled, breaking the silence. You swear your face couldn't get any redder. You could tell he didn't mean it in a mean way, but you were still so ashamed.
“No, no, no!” you lied. Your hands flew up and you tried your best to stand, stumbling over yourself. “I just needed a break!”
“With your pants unzipped?” Fuse said pointedly, smirk growing ever wider. You were caught. As you zipped up your pants, tears started forming in your eyes from the shame. There was no denying it anymore.
“It's embarrassing,” You muttered, looking downwards. Staring at his shoes, you could feel his eyes still watching you. The thought of staying here felt like death, and you could never go back inside knowing that Fuse had just caught you with your pants unzipped in a filthy alley. “I'll just go home. You guys can still enjoy the party.”
You were about to step away from the wall and walk home, but Fuse grabbed your wrists and put them above your head, pinning you to the wall. You looked at him in surprise, the first time you'd fully made eye contact since he came out here.
“I think it's bloody hot,” Fuse muttered, leaning in really close to your ear. You swear your brain short-circuited, and all you could think of was his breath on your neck and the way his hands easily wrapped all the way around your wrists. God his hands were big.
“What?” You said dumbly. Fuse chuckled, amused at your inability to form thoughts. He moved your wrists over to hold them with one hand and trailed the other down your side. Your skin tangled under your clothes everywhere he touched.
“I love how weak I can make ya just with a simple compliment.” Fuse's hand ghosted over your crotch, making you gasp and then look over to the street. It was late in the night. No one was in the street. Fuse could fuck your brains out right now in this alley and no one would know.
“Walter.” Your voice was strained. Fuse stopped his hand movements, but you could see his eyes darting from yours down to your lips every few seconds. He was trying so hard to hold back, to give you room to say no. It takes everything in you to not just submit right here, to not drop down to your knees and let him use you right here. Instead, you said, “What if one of the legends comes out here?”
“You’re right, love. Wouldn’t want any of them to see how desperate you are for me. That’s all mine.” Fuse sounded utterly depraved. His words made you shiver, and you swear you could feel the wetness spreading to your thighs. He leaned down and pressed his mouth to yours. His tongue bullied its way past your lips and teeth. You were pressed against the wall to the point where you couldn’t move, and you felt what was definitely his bulge pressed against your hip.
A soft moan escaped from your mouth as your lips parted. Fuse backed up a couple steps, letting go of your wrists. You shivered against the wall, not trusting your knees to hold you up. He grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together, and led you away from the wall. You’re glad your legs decided not to give out this time. The embarrassment would kill you.
Before your brain could process, Fuse had brought you to his car. Opening the passenger door, he gestured for you to get in before closing the door behind you. As soon as he sat down in the driver’s seat, your seat warmer was turned on and he put some cheesy love song on. You couldn’t believe he could just go back to the loving, corny boyfriend after almost shoving his hand in your pants behind Mirage’s bar.
Fuse’s hand stayed squeezing your upper thigh the whole way home. And you bet he’s making you cum at least three times that night.
thoughts on fuse with a partner that has a praise kink they're ashamed of? love your work!
Thank you for the request! I really apologize for it being so late, a lot of stuff has being going on in my life haha. I hope you enjoy the short fic!
Fuse x Reader 1.6k Words
Content: Praise kink obviously, Semi-Public fondling, No Smvt, just foreplay, implied smvt, slight humiliation stuff, idk is a dirty alley a trigger for anyone
Warm lights and friendly chatter transformed the Paradise Lounge from a raging nightclub to a cozy bar. Another win under your belt, but you were tired of the huge parties full of flashing lights and drunk strangers. You asked Mirage if he could keep the afterparty to just the legends, maybe some quieter music, dimmer lights, just a nice time without any worries or chaos
Your mind was pleasantly blank as you stared at the bar television, rewatching your game-winning kill for what seemed like the millionth time. All you felt was the soothing burn of your drink down your throat and the warmth of an arm around your shoulders. Fuse sat on the bar stool next to you, his metal hand curled the neck of a beer bottle while his fleshier left hand rested on your left shoulder.
“Look at that! That’s my partner!” Fuse’s hand squeezed your shoulder, bringing you back to reality. “Oi Houndy! Are you seeing this?”
“Yes, Walter. You have replayed the clip eight times.” Bloodhound was sitting in a booth a few feet behind you. They sipped at a glass of water occasionally, not keeping their mask off for too long. They didn’t usually come to after-game parties, but the promise of a calmer atmosphere tempted them.
“Elliot!” Fuse called to Mirage as he came back to the bar from passing out more drinks. He looked truly in his element, flipping a whiskey bottle in the air before pouring into a shaker. “Can we replay that last part again?”
Mirage laughed, rewinding the tape once again to the point where the final ring just started closing. You couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed at Fuse's enthusiasm, face flushing lightly. You swirled your now empty drink to distract yourself, listening to the light clinking of ice against glass. Fuse noticed the sound and watched your movements for a bit. He knew you too well.
“What’s wrong, love?” His smile had dropped a bit and his attention no longer bounced around, entirely focused on you. You hadn’t even noticed Mirage had set a new, full glass in front of you until Fuse pushed it closer, gently taking the empty one out of your hand and setting it down.
“It’s just a bit embarrassing,” you muttered sheepishly, avoiding eye contact. Fuse didn’t seem deterred by your shame. He knew you would actually be pissed if he was making you feel uncomfortable. A smirk grew on his face, and for a second you felt your stomach drop. That stupid smirk. It meant trouble.
“What?” His voice was teasing. “You’re telling me it embarrasses ya to be told you're doing such a good job for me?” Fuse put emphasis on the last six words, and it almost sounded mocking. You swear all the blood in your body was pooling in your cheeks. It felt like you had a fever with how warm and sweaty you were. All you could do was turn yourself away from the man unknowingly torturing you and take nervous mouthfuls of your drink. Fuse was laughing, that belly laugh that always made you feel safe.
“Truly though, darlin’, I'm so proud of you.” The laugh disappeared from Fuse's voice. He leaned over, making you feel more secluded from the rest of the bar with his arm pulling you in. “You've been doing so good lately.” His tone has changed, getting deeper and more suggestive.
Your eyes widened at the change, head spinning to look at the man beside you, but he had quickly engaged in a conversation with a very drunk Valkyrie. Fuse’s arm had left your shoulder, leaving you stunned and missing the warmth. Thoughts circled your head as you were left to your own devices. Mutterings of “so good” and “so proud of you” in that low drawl making the heat from your cheeks drop lower.
Shaky hands lifted your glass to your lips and you sipped, urging your brain to blank. Unfortunately, you didn't have much control over your thoughts. The thoughts of his voice turned to images of him above you. Chest sweaty, hair a mess, breathes coming in short huffs. You’re so perfect for me, he’d say. Look at ya’, so eager to take it like a good pup. The images turned to feelings. A deep need set low in your stomach. A throbbing that wanted so badly to be satiated. You shifted in your seat, thighs rubbing against each other in a subconscious attempt to gain friction. Noticing your body betraying you, you turned sharply, hopping off the bar stool. The sound alerted the man you totally weren’t just having a sex daydream about and he looked at you with confusion.
“Where ya goin’, darlin’?” he asked, readying himself to get up too.
“Just need some air. Don’t worry about me.” You brushed him off, practically speedwalking your way to a side door that led to the alley where everyone went to smoke.
As soon as the door swang shut behind you your body melted against the brick wall. Legs too shaky to support your weight, you slid down the wall until you were crouched. A hand instinctively fell between your legs to apply pressure. A pathetic whine came from your throat. You thought of how desperate you had to be to touch yourself in a dirty fucking alley, the smell of acrid cigarette smoke lingering in the air, but you couldn't help yourself.
Just as you thought “fuck it” and started unzipping your pants, the door opened and you jerked your hands away. Looking up, Fuse stood over you with a smug look on his face. For a few moments neither of you spoke, staring at each other. You looked at him with fear. He looked at you with amusement.
“You're really into that stuff?” He chuckled, breaking the silence. You swear your face couldn't get any redder. You could tell he didn't mean it in a mean way, but you were still so ashamed.
“No, no, no!” you lied. Your hands flew up and you tried your best to stand, stumbling over yourself. “I just needed a break!”
“With your pants unzipped?” Fuse said pointedly, smirk growing ever wider. You were caught. As you zipped up your pants, tears started forming in your eyes from the shame. There was no denying it anymore.
“It's embarrassing,” You muttered, looking downwards. Staring at his shoes, you could feel his eyes still watching you. The thought of staying here felt like death, and you could never go back inside knowing that Fuse had just caught you with your pants unzipped in a filthy alley. “I'll just go home. You guys can still enjoy the party.”
You were about to step away from the wall and walk home, but Fuse grabbed your wrists and put them above your head, pinning you to the wall. You looked at him in surprise, the first time you'd fully made eye contact since he came out here.
“I think it's bloody hot,” Fuse muttered, leaning in really close to your ear. You swear your brain short-circuited, and all you could think of was his breath on your neck and the way his hands easily wrapped all the way around your wrists. God his hands were big.
“What?” You said dumbly. Fuse chuckled, amused at your inability to form thoughts. He moved your wrists over to hold them with one hand and trailed the other down your side. Your skin tangled under your clothes everywhere he touched.
“I love how weak I can make ya just with a simple compliment.” Fuse's hand ghosted over your crotch, making you gasp and then look over to the street. It was late in the night. No one was in the street. Fuse could fuck your brains out right now in this alley and no one would know.
“Walter.” Your voice was strained. Fuse stopped his hand movements, but you could see his eyes darting from yours down to your lips every few seconds. He was trying so hard to hold back, to give you room to say no. It takes everything in you to not just submit right here, to not drop down to your knees and let him use you right here. Instead, you said, “What if one of the legends comes out here?”
“You’re right, love. Wouldn’t want any of them to see how desperate you are for me. That’s all mine.” Fuse sounded utterly depraved. His words made you shiver, and you swear you could feel the wetness spreading to your thighs. He leaned down and pressed his mouth to yours. His tongue bullied its way past your lips and teeth. You were pressed against the wall to the point where you couldn’t move, and you felt what was definitely his bulge pressed against your hip.
A soft moan escaped from your mouth as your lips parted. Fuse backed up a couple steps, letting go of your wrists. You shivered against the wall, not trusting your knees to hold you up. He grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together, and led you away from the wall. You’re glad your legs decided not to give out this time. The embarrassment would kill you.
Before your brain could process, Fuse had brought you to his car. Opening the passenger door, he gestured for you to get in before closing the door behind you. As soon as he sat down in the driver’s seat, your seat warmer was turned on and he put some cheesy love song on. You couldn’t believe he could just go back to the loving, corny boyfriend after almost shoving his hand in your pants behind Mirage’s bar.
Fuse’s hand stayed squeezing your upper thigh the whole way home. And you bet he’s making you cum at least three times that night.
