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Blowing Off Steam

For my beloved @hunterofthegods as a very late Valentine’s Day gift but now an anniversary gift!

Summary: Rune pushed Hound's buttons too hard in the arena and pissed them off. Rune is desperate to show how sorry they are, going to beg to their spouse for forgiveness. But Hound has a better idea for how Rune can show and prove how sorry they are.Or! In which Hound ties Rune up and edges them for their own amusement to use them like a toy; Only for Rune to get out of their bonds and show Hound just how sorry they truly are by ruining them again and again and again.

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Ao3 Link: Here

Fandom: Apex Legends

Relationship: Bloodhound x Bloodhound / Rune x Hound / Puppy Love

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Bloodhound headcanons, Piercings, Bondage, and more! Check the AO3 link for full list of tags jic!

Words: 6k

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The Bloodhounds’ love was as strong as the day they fell in love. 

Patience. Kindness. Understanding. Aaaaand a smidge of bullying was the delicious cocktail that was put into their romance. Ever since they were children, introduced by their parents who were both pairs of scientists. Working on the same project and wanting their children to interact. 

It hadn’t been love at first sight, no, but it had been close. 

Their love was slow and steady; But inevitable. Like a growing red-hot fire that was biding its time to cause a perfectly timed forest fire. No matter how wild it looked on the outside, it would always be something that was inevitable and beautiful. 

And yet, no matter how strong this romance. How much they loved each other so dearly- how ineffable and how unshakable. In the arena, all bets were off. Dying to sink their blades or teeth into their respective spouse to be a beautiful sacrifice to Odin. To appease the Allfather with their lover’s blood, sweat, and tears mixed with the beautiful scent of gun powder and smoke. 

Still. All lovers had their quarrels. Where that red hot love was turned into beautiful tempestuous rage.

~Rest under the cut~

Hound was the more level-headed of the two. They looked to analyze and figure out scenarios or people. They were not emotionally lead. As a leader- a Jarl of their village, and a lover to their spouse who was emotionally lead- this was a good trait. It led to fewer arguments, fewer quarrels, and fewer disagreements. More open, honest communication. 

But sometimes... 

Sometimes Rune knew just how to particularly push their buttons. 

Rune was the cheekier of the two. Pressing Hound’s buttons was their specialty; Kept the marriage ‘spicy’ they would say. It was minor irritants, nothing pressing. Sometimes they would flirt with somebody Hound knew wouldn’t be a good fit. Sometimes Rune would simply dote Hound with PDA in front of the other legends despite their abhorrence of it. Or sometimes Rune would say something a little too cheeky in front of the cameras in the arena when taking Hound down. 

Whatever it was, it struck buttons, but only to get a rise out of them on purpose. Some sort of end game to Rune’s teasing and poking. 

And today? Today Rune had pushed them a little too hard. 

Anger and rage were hard for Hound to express. Rune always encouraged them to express their feelings. Lovingly and sweetly reminding them that they were a person first and a leader second. That they could take the time to feel the dread, the rage, and the sadness that was within them. 

Today. Today Hound feels like expressing some form of it. 

Rune had pressed too hard in the arena. They were on opposite squads. It had come down to just them, their respective teammates downed. It left the two hellhounds to face off in what spectators were delighted to find would be a bloody battle. 

It was honorable. Rune had their hatchet drawn, whilst Hound had their hunting dagger at the ready. Passionate hand to hand combat. 

Intimacy without a bed to contain them. 

They both had been bloody, circling each other, carefully sizing one another up. Words were spat, taunting and loving words. Where Hound had crooned, “You have fought honorably, my love. However, we both surely know the victor of this battle. Spare yourself the humiliation now.” 

And Rune had crooned back, their voice mimicking Hound’s to a T in the arena, “Of course, beloved- except it is I that shall have you beneath me. As the gods shall will it.” 

It was classic to hear the two Bloodhounds bicker. A fan favorite from their respective sponsors. Not to mention the blood and gore the two would leave in their path. Bickering was an agreed thing when the cameras and audio could pick them both up. Filthy words limited to just when they could turn the comms off and spit quiet bets at each other. 

But it was Rune this time who breaks that agreement. When they croon something about having Hound beneath them in other ways. Of what they would do to that sweet cunt when Rune had bested them. 

It was a dirty trick. A strike of embarrassment coursing through Hound like a raw ocean wave down their lungs. It makes them falter, the perfect time for Rune to strike them down with a pound and a swift slam of their hatchet into Hound’s throat. 

It was a dirty trick and they both knew it. Especially in front of cameras. Drones that could hear them. Not that the live broadcast would broadcast such a thing, quickly muffling the audio. But it meant the other legends watching the raw broadcast would have heard. Would have seen-- 

Hound steels their jaw when they wake in the medic wing. On a mission to find their spouse after a much needed shower. 

-- 

Hound doesn’t have to look long, as they shared the same quarters within the compound. But it is Rune who is seeking them out first. Normally they would take great joy in the spoils of their win; But clearly, they have come to Hound with their tail tucked between their legs and apology written all over their body. 

Hound does not look to them as they punch in the code to their room. The door sliding open and walking in first with Rune right behind them, ducking into the doorway to get in- giant that they were. 

The door slides shut behind them, the silence greeting them before Rune’s whine reaches their ears. “My love. My beloved. Engillinn minn. My moon- I cannot begin to beg enough for your forgivene--” 

“You may start with begging.” Hound doesn’t miss a beat, turning to face Rune with a furrow on their brow. Rune looks like the picture-perfect puppy, apologetic eyes and a bowed head. It would be easy, Hound thinks, to humiliate them back. 

Far too easy. But it would not get the point across. 

A click of Hound’s tongue that resembles a tut stops Rune from beginning to beg. Having been fresh from the showers and in their civilian clothing, Hound pulls a hair tie from under their sleeve and from around their wrist. Beginning to pull their wild curls up and into a ponytail slowly, already catching the way Rune’s Adam’s apple bobs in anticipation. 

Too easy.  

Hound doesn’t miss the knitting of Rune’s brow nor the confusion or how they shift on their legs to adjust their thighs. Trained to the sight of Hound tying their hair up/ 

It’s not like Hound didn’t know, they very well knew what that simple motion could do. Trained and familiar with the sight of it before Hound would typically sink to their knees. Or take to batting their lashes up at Rune before letting their touch caress their cock. 

That’s just what they wanted. Rune’s curiosity and attention. Their anticipation. The swell in their pants. 

“I...I am begging you for your for...forgiveness,” Rune begins, distracted in their apology as Hound takes slow steps towards them. It’s a predator’s stalk, and Rune plays the perfect part of prey as they take steps back to mirror them. Until their back hits the wall and Hound is just a breath away, body close to touching theirs. “My behavior was unacc--” 

“Remove your pants.” Hound’s words cut them off. Their tone flat and a cock of Hound’s head as their hands drop from their now tied hair. They bite back a smirk when Rune’s lips stay parted, confusion and curiosity all over their face. Cute. 

“Am I...not...in trouble?” 

“Do not ask questions you know the answer to. Come. You shall sit and hold still. You shall not touch me, lest I wish it.” Hound speaks as they step back, making a come-hither motion to follow. Only pausing when they catch that mischievous look in Rune’s eye. “Do not make me bind you, Pup. I would hate for you to think your punishment is a reward for bad behavior.” 

“Of course. I would think nothing of the sort, my love. Only my best behavior to win your favor back.” Rune speaks, but their tone is fighting back a smile. Following behind Hound and only stopping to put their hands in the air in mock surrender when Hound whips to look at them. A look in Hound’s eyes promising a far worse punishment. 

Surely this could not be so bad, Rune wonders to themself. 

-- 

It’s bad. 

Rune has decided it is really bad. 

Hound decided that their little jest was too much a threat and bound Rune anyhow. Binding them in beautiful red ropes with their arms above their head but legs left free. The bindings continued down over their chest, curving over the plushness of their bare pecs and carefully knotted behind their back. 

The harness was for show, they knew that. This rope was perfectly strong enough to hold them. Carefully created by a wondrous trader back in their home village on Talos. 

Rune’s legs are spread open, their whole body trembling and glowing with sweat but their eyes focused downwards at their beautiful spouse. Hound always looked so good with something in their mouth, but even better with the expression they’re making. Frustrated at Rune for the situation, they are sure. For their words. 

Hound’s red tinted glasses have been discarded. Their fiery curls tied up into a ponytail and a few curls framing across their cheeks messily. Their leather jacket has equally been discarded, showing off the black lace bralette used as a top with their chest near spilling out with peeks of their areola. Something that makes Rune’s mouth salivate at the sight, tracing shapes of the peachy patches of vitiligo and beauty marks downwards. How their piercings make shapes in the lacy fabric. 

But the best sight has to be the way Hound’s eyes are narrowed, their good pupil in a dangerously thin slit. One arm rests across Rune’s hips, forcing their hips down with a flex of their impressive bicep. Their plump lips are currently pressing tempting, fluttering kisses across their cock. Flushed from balls to tip, leaking pre-cum with a beautiful golden ring wrapped tightly around the base of Rune’s shaft. 

Hound had edged them now five times. So many years of being in tune with them left them knowledgeable on when Rune was close- no matter how they tried to hide it. The subtle tenseness of their jaw, the turn of their head and their beautiful amber curls cascading down their body, and the way their lips parted juuust so. 

Rune was a filthy and sweet talker whenever they had sex. Shown at the beginning when they had tried to dirty talk and plead their way through Hound getting them close. Perhaps thinking over stimulation would be their game tonight. That Hound would let them cum on their pretty face and tits and paint them white- 

But the second Hound pulled from their cock to instead rest their cheek on Rune’s thigh and draw circles in their other thigh? Rune had let out a growl of dismay at the realization that the game tonight was edging. 

Rune's hips buck, their words going from pleading to hissing and frustrated. Only pausing when Hound sinks their nails into their thighs, their voice low with their reminder, “This is your punishment, beloved. You are my stress relief tonight and I shall use you like my toy as I see fit. You would not ruin my pleasure nor relief, would you?” 

“N-no.” Rune grunts out, their hips falling back to the bed with a tremble and tremor wracking their body. “No, my love. I am your toy.” It’s hard to say it, but at this point they’d do anything for Hound’s beautiful mouth to be back on them. Or their hands. Or be inside them. 

Anything. 

Hound isn’t ignorant to that knowledge either. But, Rune looks sincere. And their poor pup had been patient this whole night- if a bit impatient. 

Hound hums. It’s not as if they weren’t affected either. They’re wet, soaked through their own tight pants now. A sigh passes their lips, catching Rune’s attention as Hound begins to stand up. Hound knows they catch the sight of how wet they are the second Rune snarls, jerking in their bonds to try and get a better look at them. 

“Stay.” Hound’s voice is low, silky, and commanding. Satisfied when Rune settles back down with a weak jerk of their cock, pre-cum beading at the head and drooling down the pierced shaft. Poor thing. 

Hound hooks their thumbs in their tight pants, kicking off their boots and working out of their pants with a slow sway of their hips to keep Rune’s attention. When it’s revealed they have no underwear on, Rune mouths something obscene, their head tipping a bit to the sky and lips parting. Clearly scenting the air. 

Filthy dog. 

Hound removes the rest of their clothing with the same finesse. Taking to crawling up Rune’s frame slowly, resting hands on either side of their head and leaning in to kiss them. Meeting in the kiss tongue first as both of the Bloodhounds moan into each other’s mouths. 

Rune’s hips buck up into nothing, Hound’s weight resting on their abdomen instead to kiss them. Their hand cups Rune’s cheek, guiding them through the kiss as Hound licks into their mouth. Tasting them. Devouring them. 

When they part, Hound climbs up onto their broad shoulders, spreading their thighs and resting their drooling cunt right above Rune’s head. They keep their hips up, just out of reach and hearing just how Rune snarls under them. Rune tries to thrash their body to lean up and get even one small taste of their beloved, but ultimately fails. 

“Patience,” Hound murmurs for what must be the tenth time tonight. They reach down to get a fistful of Rune’s hair. Delicately using their free hand to stroke some stray hairs from their face so they wouldn’t get any in their mouth. A small touch of affection for obedience. 

They take note of Rune’s lashes fluttering, leaning into Hound’s touch as they gently stroke curls from their face. It makes Hound weak, a squeeze in their chest of adoration and sympathy stabbing into them. “Be kind to me and I shall be kind to you. You have been doing so well, my love. Surely you can be good a little longer, yes?” 

Rune grumbles under their breath, something that makes Hound smack their cheek. Not hard enough to hurt, but a firm enough pat to catch their attention to look up at them. “I believe you threatened to have me under you, Pup. Shall I instead take you the very same as you have threatened?” 

A cheeky smile makes its way to Rune’s lips, only to drop almost shyly like they shouldn’t smile. They flick their gaze up to Hound’s face as if gauging if they’re still mad from earlier on that slight. When they find no such rage, but amusement in Hound’s eyes, they allow the smile to return. “A threat to fuck me? You are losing your touch if that is meant to frighten me, my love.” 

A laugh is shared between them, Hound shushing them with a gentle push of Rune’s face playfully. There’s that silent communication between them. That there was no harm in it now, any frustrations had passed. The scene paused for just a moment. 

Just a moment to share. 

However, they are still in the middle of something. Something Hound reminds them both of as they shift atop Rune and lower their hips. Using Rune’s hair in their grasp to guide their head up towards their pussy. “Come. Show me how sorry you are. Be gentle,” The words come from Hound’s lips softly. “Just kiss for now. Worship me.” 

Rune whimpers, the sound desperate and wanting. But they obey, despite how much they know they could show Hound how truly sorry they were. They dutifully press their lips in a kiss to Hound’s pussy; Fluttering kisses starting from their mound, down over their engorged clit, getting their lips glossy with their slick. Slowly and surely moving their kisses from over their cunt to over their thighs in deep, hungry kisses. 

Hound sighs softly over the attention, massaging Rune’s scalp as they flutter kisses over Hound’s lower lips. Rune presses their luck now and again with an open-mouthed kiss, the slightest brush of their tongue against their heated flesh. Each time a tongue is felt, however, Hound pulls their hair lightly. A quiet warning. 

Rune only can truly do what they wish to when they begin to beg. Mumbled words of ‘please’ against Hound’s wet flesh, rumbling through their chest the more desperate they get. Especially when Hound reaches underneath their own body, slipping two fingers into their body with a gasp, then offering those fingers to Rune to lap at like a starved dog. 

It earns more whimpering from Rune, whose hips are now thrusting up into the air for something desperate to grind against. They mumble pretty pleases, quiet mumbles that they shall be good, how they’ll be such a good pup. 

How they’ll take such good care of Hound as an apology- as a thank you. 

“Have you learned your lesson?” Hound speaks softly, still keeping juuuust out of reach with a lift of their hips. They keep a good grip of Rune’s hair, forcing the taller of the two to strain in want, panting with parted lips and taking in Hound’s scent. They try their best to nod, but Hound’s grip keeps them from doing so. “Your words, little one.” 

“Yes. Yes, by the gods, Hound, yes. I will be good; I will be so good. Let me worship you, allow me to take care of you. Release me. Let me ravish you- allow me to have you- Please, please, please-” Rune’s voice is lower, lower than usual. Their natural baritone forming this lower gravel pitched whine of desperation. Their lashes brush their cheekbones with each flutter, threatening to gather tears when they look up at their spouse. 

Once more Hound’s heart squeezes and they are a helpless victim to the look that their lover gives them combined with their sweet words. But Hound knows them better. Rune is manipulative in scenarios like this, promising sweet nothings only to be freed of their grasp and ruining Hound into next week. Smothering Hound in bruises, bitemarks, and making their voice hoarse. 

So, Hound hums, thoughtful and low. They cock their head akin to a dog sizing up their prey, looking Rune over. Their flush across golden flesh, how sweat makes them glow in the dim lighting of the sun peering through the window, and just how sweet their seeing ruby red eye looks up at Hound. 

“No.” Hound says simply, watching Rune practically roar as they strain against their bonds. Their hips thrust up, trying to buck Hound off and thrash their shoulders to try and move them. To no avail; Hound was always good with rope work. Hound lets a smile flirt across their lips. “Settle yourself, Pup. I merely shall not be releasing you. I can give you what you desire, but you shall remain tied. For now.” 

The quiet promise of release on good behavior at least stops the minor tantrum. Rune huffs and chuffs much like a big cat, settling back down and looking up at Hound hopefully. Hound gives them what they want in a controlled manner, carefully adjusting their position to lower themself down to Rune’s mouth. 

Rune’s hands twitch in their bonds, clearly wanting to hold Hound’s thighs. Hound gingerly reaches up with their free hand, lacing their fingers together and squeezing to help ease their need to grab. Feeling Rune’s wedding ring press against their flesh. 

It makes Hound’s heart throb. 

Rune is a hunter of their word. They bury their face against Hound with a longing moan, their forked tongue making quick work of them. They slide their tongue from Hound’s hole up to their fat clit, sealing their soft lips around it and giving it sloppy, suckling kisses. Rune’s moans are starved, matching how Hound sighs shakily above them.  

But they both know how Hound gets. 

Those soft sighs soon turn to moans, which become whining moans filled with whimpers. Louder and louder as they grip Rune’s hair tight in one hand, their other squeezing Rune’s hand which squeezes theirs back to ground them.  

It doesn’t take long for Hound’s hips to start moving, humping Rune’s face and across their tongue. Stilling their hips to tremble shakily atop them when Rune’s lips seal around their whole cunt to sloppily lick at them. Rune’s tongue dips briefly inside of them, licking sharply upwards to their poor clit that they once again abuse. 

Rune tends to their cunt like they were worshiping them. Each open mouthed kiss on their cunt purposeful to lick at them and moan shamelessly into them. Sometimes dipping their head low enough to let their nose run across their clit so they could taste them in full. They hum contentedly, softly as if to replicate a purr just as their tongue slowly slides back up from their hole to their clit. 

The vibrations seal the deal with one more talented flick of Rune’s tongue that traps their clit briefly in the fork of their tongue. Hound cums with a sharp, snapping snarl and their head throwing back with a perfect arch of their back. Their grip holds Rune’s head in place as they cum, plentiful slick being licked up with Hound’s squirt as their body trembles and shakes. 

“Divine,” Rune moans against their cunt, muffled as they nuzzle their way sloppily against Hound. “Always so delicious, ástin mín. I cannot get enough of you.” Rune sighs, their tongue once more trying to lick its way into Hound to make a sloppy mess of them. 

Over sensitive from cumming, Hound’s hips jump, but they aren’t sure where to go. At first, they jerk away from Rune’s tongue and kisses, only to press down to try and be flush to meet their touch. A whimper leaves Hound, their legs twitching against Rune’s chest and toes curling. But they finally decide to pull up and away, looking down at the mess they’ve made of their spouse as Hound takes heavy, panting breaths. 

Rune’s face is flushed, slick smeared over their lips and nose. Their pupil is blown wide, near eclipsing the red of their iris as they look up at Hound. Their lips are parted, flushed and wanting. They looked beautiful. 

Too tempting... 

Hound sighs shakily as they climb down Rune’s body to straddle their waist. They reach up, leaning their torso over Rune’s face and being in reach for them to lean up and nip at their hanging breasts. Hound jumps a bit, huffing with a small laugh as Rune finally manages to latch onto a pierced nipple with a longing moan. 

“A-ah- my love, j-just a moment-” Hound’s voice shakes, trying to untie Rune’s wrists and separate the rope that went to the harness tied across their chest. Their hips jump, humping over Rune’s abdomen when Rune merely pops off one breast and moves to the next one hungrily. 

“Rune-” It’s hard to sound stern when they’re caught in a moan. However, with great effort, Hound does manage to untie them. Throwing the extra rope off the side of the bed later and not having time to check Rune’s wrists before arms wind around their body and force them to hold still so their chest can be ravaged. 

Hound grabs the headboard of the bed for balance, arching their back with a whine as Rune’s teeth worry one of their nipples. They don’t bite, merely scraping their teeth before suckling and popping off to make Hound gasp. 

Hound hardly has time to breathe before one of Rune’s arms moves from around them and slides down Hound’s body. They slip two large fingers easily inside Hound’s cunt with a hiss from both of them. 

It helps that Rune is mumbling ‘Thank you’s to them between bites of their breasts. Pounding their fingers into Hound and quirking them forward just right, curling them to make their beloved practically howl with pleasure. 

Hound’s body trembles above them, their body flushed head to toe. It feels as if they can’t breathe. Suddenly overwhelmed with pleasure as Rune’s thumb swipes across their clit with every thrust of their fingers inside. It takes no time at all for Hound to cum again, squeezing around their thick fingers and throwing their head back with a cry. 

Rune moans into their breast, lapping sloppily at their nipple without thought as their fingers stay inside them. Only moving their first knuckles in curling motions to make Hound squirm and whimper beautifully above them. 

“Rune-” Hound starts to whimper out their name, but Rune takes the hint. They come off their breast, sliding their fingers out of them and moaning in want as Hound begins to move. 

They move together without need for verbal communication. Where Rune moves on the bed to lie down and sliding their hands desperately over Hound’s flesh. Hound moves to straddle their hips, reaching back and behind them to grab Rune’s weeping cock and guiding it to their cunt with hurry. 

Rune is...very well endowed, but as they have discovered through the years, Hound didn't want too much prep for them. They liked the bite of the stretch, shown as they begin to sink down now and Rune’s hands fly to their breasts to massage and swipe their thumbs over their nipples. 

Hound’s breath hitches, their brows knitting and their hands pressing to Rune’s pecs in turn to thumb over their nipples. Always trying to one up the other. 

Rune’s moan is wanton and needy, sounding like they were just seconds from dying when Hound slowly takes them inch by inch. Rune’s mouth starts up again, their voice low and growling with each word. “So tight- so wet. You always feel so good, tunglið mitt. W-what I wouldn’t give to stay inside of you for eternity. The gods have made you to take this cock, just like this. What a sight you are for me.” 

It works just as well. Hound’s face flushes, showing more brightly on the peachy spots of their vitiligo. They turn their head to hide their blush, their body shaking and trembling as they work their way slowly down onto Rune’s cock. 

But after so many years of marriage, Rune knows just what they want. 

What they need. 

It’s why they suddenly grab Hound’s hips, holding them with a bruising grip as they force them downwards just as Rune’s hips come up to slam into them. There’s a cry from both of them, with Hound’s being startled and full of pleasure, while Rune’s is more guttural and needy. 

It burns in the best way, the stretch makes Hound’s hips jerk and twitch, their hands finding their way up to grip Rune’s shoulders with nails biting into flesh. Hound’s facial expression twists, their eyebrows knitting and teeth sunken into their bottom lip with tremors wracking their frame. 

It hits Rune what’s happened when they feel the rapid fluttering around their cock and more wetness clinging to their flesh.  

A smug look goes across Rune’s features as Hound rides the waves of their sudden orgasm. A low laugh leaving Rune as they roll their hips, feeling Hound’s nails bite deeper into their shoulders at the sudden movement. 

By the gods- there is a reason Hound tied up their spouse. 

“Look at you,” Rune breathes out in a croon, sliding their hands down over Hound’s curves and over the swell of their hips where bruises are beginning to form. “Beautiful, my love, just beautiful. What a little whore you are. Cumming just from taking me fully. I truly am blessed to see you this way.” 

“M-mind your tongue-” Hound tries to bite back, but their voice is breathless and keening; Lacking any hint of malice or venom. Tears prick at the corners of their eyes from the intensity, their heart still pounding in their chest as they try to gain the reins back in the situation. 

But Rune has been bound for too long. 

Rune moves, holding Hound close to them as they move their bodies as one. Never once leaving their body as they shift Hound to lying down beneath them. It takes some urging, but eventually Hound follows their motions to roll onto their side and hitch a leg over Rune’s shoulder. 

It gives Rune the vantage to lean down onto Hound, bending them in half and showing off their flexibility. A sight that makes Rune beam, showing off sharp teeth before delicately pressing a kiss to Hound’s ankle adoringly. 

“There you are, beloved.” Rune sighs out, rolling their hips slowly into Hound and causing their frame to shudder. “Like this. Let me take care of you. I shall show you how very apologetic I am.” 

“By breaking me?” Hound teases, peeking up coyly at Rune from their thick lashes and through messed up curls, catching the way their spouse grins lazily down at them. A furrow to Rune’s brow in contained pleasure. 

“Would you like an apology any other way?” Rune teases back, leaning further down to capture a kiss on Hound’s cheek after they brush their crimson curls from their face. A loving gesture that makes the smaller of the two smile softly to themself, turning their head to properly catch Rune’s lips in a kiss. 

“If you would like to break me,” Hound murmurs on Rune’s lips, swiping a tongue over their lips with the tip of their tongue in a quick fashion. From bottom lip to upper just to feel Rune’s breath catch. “Then do it how I like it, Pup.” 

“Fuck, Hound.” Rune growls, their voice hoarse as their cock throbs inside their spouse. Rune moves their bodies quickly, tossing both Hound’s legs over their shoulders now and pressing downwards to get into a proper position. 

Now in a proper mating press and feeling fully engulfed by the sheer size of Rune, Hound’s head throws back in preparation. Already feeling how Rune leans down into them, their long, long hair curtaining them both as Rune’s teeth sink into the crook of Hound’s exposed throat. 

They moan together, Hound’s voice louder into the open, sticky air. Rune moves fluidly with them, their hips moving in a practiced way to constantly stay inside Hound. Years of practice making them both acutely aware of how the other liked it. 

It’s why Hound’s fingers leave the sheets to instead wind around Rune’s neck, sliding one hand into their longer hair to pull on it hard enough to make Rune keen. Their other hand falls to Rune’s back, feeling the muscles and scars under their fingertips as their nails dig in and leave stripes across their flesh. 

Rune is never loud, but their words always fill that area for them. They murmur into Hound’s neck, growling in between words. “Gonna breed you. I shall fuck you raw, my love. How sorry I am- let me show you. All night. How very sorry that I am. Let me make you cum again and again and again--” 

Hound lets out a whimper against their will, their hips tilting up as best as they can in this position. They pull on Rune’s hair just to hear them groan, feeling how Rune’s hips still against them and pump in shallow thrusts just to make sure they grind against Hound’s clit. 

What a cheater. 

It works, the quiet battle falling in Rune’s favor as Hound’s over sensitive body cums first with a howl from their lips and a furrow of their brow. Rune isn’t far behind them, a snarl ripping from their lips as they press their hips as close as they can get. They cum inside of Hound, pumping them full with excess already slipping out and down onto their ass, down onto the bed. 

The rest of the night is filled the very same with Rune fucking Hound in any and every position they can think of. On all fours, against the wall; In between each round Rune likes to clean Hound up with their tongue, fingers pushing their cum back inside Hound numerous times. Fucking them sloppy with their fingers and then their cock. Then using the very same as lubricant to fuck their ass. 

The whole time Rune tells them how sorry they are, how much they love them. They fuck Hound until their mind is empty, no longer remembering why they were even mad in the first place. 

How could they be mad, after all, when Rune was showing just how sorry they were each time? 

By the Allfather, Rune was relentless. Even during clean up time in the shower, they nursed Hound’s pussy with their tongue. Kissing, licking, dragging their tongue across their flushed flesh and making Hound shiver and shake, clinging to Rune’s hair desperately with shaking legs. 

Even when ice had been applied to help Hound get feeling back in their clit and reduce swelling, somehow that wound up with even more touching from Rune. Ending the night with a nursing session where Hound is straddling their thighs and Rune is bent to worship their breasts. Leaving Hound’s cunt drooling with slick in their pajama pants that are quickly slipped off so Rune can rub and jerk their clit off with each swipe of their tongue over a nipple. 

It’s the most solid sleep Hound gets in months, that’s without a doubt. 

In the morning, when Hound awakens, it is to Rune gently brushing their hair back and kissing their forehead. Murmurs are exchanged, with Hound reaching up silently and Rune taking the welcome embrace. 

“I’ve made you breakfast,” Rune murmurs softly after a few moments of peace, nosing their way against the top of Hound’s head and inhaling their scent. Their next words are playful, spoken with a smile growing on their lips. “Can you walk? Do I need to carry you?” 

Hound huffs this exasperated sound. A bite back on their tongue about how Rune could have fucked them harder. But as soon as they go to stand, they soon eat their words they’d said in their mind, stumbling and almost falling to their knees. Thankfully, Rune catches them by the waist, tugging them back onto their lap and grinning against Hound’s neck. 

“Do not be stubborn, Hound. I am happy to help.” Rune finishes with a kiss to Hound’s lobe, hearing the smaller of the two’s groan as they move to wind their legs around Rune’s waist. Looping their arms around Rune’s neck as huge hands cup under their ass to carry them down to the feast they had prepped for their mate. 

All of Hound’s favorites; Even if everything Rune made was their favorite. They thank their beloved with a kiss at the corner of their mouth, murmuring on how everything smelled delicious and how thankful they were to have them. 

Rune’s shy smile and the duck of their head is enough to warm Hound’s heart. But the nuzzle they brush across Hound’s nose seals the deal with the silent kiss. 

No. They could never stay mad at them for long. 

Their love was just as strong as the day they had fallen in love, after all.

[perinoia]

Little bit of a redraw of some bunny men

[jadeladlowdrawsstuff]

TIME TO DO AN ART DUMPPPP. I used to have a tumblr account a few years ago but I deleted it, why? Don’t ask questions you don’t wanna know the answers to. Anyways because of that I need to give some context to my art, and what’s a better way to do that than to post a bunch of it all in one night lol

Here’s a bunch of drawings from a project that I may continue in the future where I take Apex Legends Characters and try to give them more exaggerated and shape language-based designs.

These are a bit more simple than what I typically go for but I like them a lot. Apex is a game that I love with characters that I also love, and it was a lot of fun being able to represent them in a new light.

See y’all for the next part of the dump!

[hunterofthegods]

Oh, Doctor, did you think the Hounds didn't share everything? When you're married for that long.

Ft. @sinningplumpprincess 's Hound

Sequel to my previous CausticHound!

[wolfy-loves]

Wattson: dont blow a fuse!

Me already on my knees: uhh

[legends-of-apex]

Loba x Reader x Crypto: ‘Something More’ (Part 2/2) SMUT 18+

Summary: A continuation of Part I in which Loba, Crypto and The Reader go back to the Reader's room in the legends compound to decrypt the files taken from Pathfinder's chip. Inevitably, Loba's proposition is brought up and smut ensues. You can also read this on AO3 if you prefer!

A/N:  Hello! Here's the second and final part. This chapter does contain smut after the cut. I've spent the best part of a month on this so I promise there is still a plot as well :D Hope you like it! And I would love to hear your thoughts!  Reader's pronouns aren't specified however they are referred to as having a vagina/breasts etc. so please keep that in mind x Warnings under the cut!

Words: 7, 788

Warnings: This fic contains heavy smut including oral (reader receiving and giving), fingering, penetrative sex and scissoring

The rest of the match went relatively uneventfully, with the three of you finishing fourth after being ambushed by another squad. There hadn’t even been enough time to see who it was before you blacked out. When you awoke, a bright light beaming down upon you made you squeeze your eyes shut again. Forcing yourself to sit up, you felt the familiar rubber of the med bay beds beneath your fingertips. When you dared open your eyes again the lights weren’t so bad and you could actually look around the room. Your head felt heavy, your mind off-centered. A nurse was wrapping your fingers around a glass of water before you could ask for one to soothe your aching throat.

“Hey, can you tell me where you are?” He asked you. Bright eyes brimmed over the top of his surgical mask. He was the same nurse from every other time you were revived after a match and he always had the same questions.

“The med bay back at the compound?” You asked, cautiously lifting the water to your lips.

“Yeah! Well done out there today. You guys were great!” He took the empty glass from you when you were finished and set it down by the sink, his black scrubs rustling as he moved around the room, looking at the various monitors that hung like cobwebs from the walls, “How are you feeling?”

“Just a small headache. The usual.” You answered, knowing if you gave even a slightly different answer you could end up stuck in here for days. The headache you had post-match was always the same, pounding and everywhere all at once. It probably had something to do with the serum they used to revive you after the match but you were more concerned about Loba and Crypto right now. You hadn’t seen them go down.

“Great! Well, you’re all healed, vitals are great. You’re free to head out.” He seemed to sense your eagerness to leave and for that you were thankful.

Loba was waiting for you outside the room when you stepped out, pushing herself off the wall and uncrossing her arms when she saw you. She walked towards you with her arms open, engulfing you in a hug when she reached you. With her six-inch heels and already naturally impressive height, she almost dwarfed you, your chin only just being able to rest atop her shoulder. You knew she was just glad you were okay, but displays of affection were rare for her. Even if the hallway you were in was empty. Usually, she wouldn’t be caught sharing any shred of weakness, but after a match? She always got a little sappy, even if she would never admit it.

“Shall we go wait for the hacker?” She pulled back to look at your face and you nodded before taking her hand, walking towards Crypto’s usual med bay room. His name printed on the outside of the door. Loba peered through a tiny window in the door. “Is he still in there?” You asked. It was unusual for anyone to be kept so long and he knew not to say anything that might prolong his stay. Unless there was some kind of complication? You tried not to think about it.

Loba scoffed. “Oh please, he wouldn’t leave without seeing you alive and well first. He’s still in there alright.” She spared a glance your way and recognised that look on your face. You were worried, even though the chances of any post-match complications were extremely low, nearly non-existent. “I wouldn’t worry, sweetheart. He was downed last so they’ll have had less time with him than us.” She saw that did very little to calm your nerves and decided to change the subject to take your mind off of it. She lowered her voice, knowing for sure that there were cameras and microphones all over this place. “Hey, we might get some promising information out of that chip, huh? Any information we can get on them brings us one step closer, no matter how small the step.” All you did was nod when usually you’d be beaming with excitement at the prospects of new information on the Syndicate and you weren't doing a particularly good job of hiding the fact that you couldn't care less about anything right now except for Crypto still being in that room.

“You really give a shit about him, huh?” she asks and you look to her, confused.

“If it was you in there I’d be just as worried.” Loba sighed and took your hand again, bringing your knuckles to her lips before squeezing your fingers gently, careful not to scratch you with her nails. That meant more to her than you knew.

The door before you opened with a click as Crypto finally emerged, hands already stuffed back in his jacket pockets by the time the door shut behind him. The look of relief on your face was enough to tell him you’d been worrying. You had dropped Loba’s hand in an instant and went to hug him, opening your arms a little first and waiting for his permission. He felt himself sigh into your arms, his own wrapping around you tightly as he could. However brief, he would always treasure each touch you gave him. You made him realise how much he craved being held, being close to people. It made him forevermore thankful that he was lucky to be as close to you as he was, even Loba as well to some extent. You shared a piece of your life with him, your kindness, your time and occasionally: your bed. Whilst you did the same for Loba, he never found himself growing jealous, only more thankful to have you when he did.

“You still got the chip?” Loba asked him over your shoulder. He nodded. “We had better get to it. The decryption might take a while.”

The first thing you did when you got back to your room was kick off your shoes and flop down, face-first, on your bed. All the running and the stress of the games could really take its toll. Meanwhile, Crypto headed straight for your PC, plugging in all kinds of strange contraptions and external hard drives no doubt filled with some kind of dodgy software. Loba asked if she could use your shower to which you told her there were already fresh towels in there ready to be used as you gathered a bundle of clothes for her to wear when she finished.

You looked to your broken arm shield emitter and groaned as you were getting changed into more comfortable clothes than your games gear, the realisation that you actually had to fix it dawned on you. You struggled to your feet and pulled up a chair beside Crypto at your desk and released the shield from your arm with a whirr. Most of it had survived, only a few small grenade fragments lay buried within it. Easy fix.

“Hey, I just wanted to let you know that I overheard some of what you guys were saying earlier. Loba had her communicator still on. And I just want you to know that although I did tell Loba about us sleeping together, I haven’t said a word about… you know, you. Your identity. That’s yours to tell and I would never betray that information to anyone, even Loba.” You were one of two living people with the privilege of referring to him by his real name in private. By telling you about his past, even just by telling you his name, he put so much trust in you. And you wouldn't betray that for anyone.

He stopped typing to look at you, letting you know he was sincere. “I know you wouldn’t. I trust you more than anyone. But thank you for the reassurance. And I’m sorry that you heard that, I don’t wish for you to be treated like an object.”

You knew then that he didn't quite trust Loba’s intentions with her proposition but were quick to reassure him. “Oh, don’t worry. Loba asked if I was down for it beforehand. And it’s sweet that you two want to make me feel good, but I don’t require any payment for what I do for you two, especially in that kinda way. I do it because I care about you.” Tweezers in hand, you carefully began removing the fragments from your device. It was a good excuse to not have to look Taejoon in the eye during the conversation.

“Heh, that’s precisely why Loba thought you to be deserving of such an arrangement. And I have to say, I agree. You need to let us give back to you, though it doesn’t have to be in the form of what Loba was suggesting. In any way that you choose.” You could have laughed. On their own, they were amazing enough, both more than proficient and attentive lovers but together? You couldn't help but groan at the thought. “ Trust me , as long as you two are up for it that arrangement is totally fine by me! I couldn't think of anything better.”

You see Crypto’s head move suddenly in the corner of your eye, you turn to see Loba looking the softest you had ever seen her. Her hair was damp, falling all the way down to her waist. A pair of your baggy sweatpants hung low around her hips. She looked comfortable, her eyes held no sense of impending danger and you swore it was the first time you had seen her so at ease.

“Is that my shirt?” Crypto asks and she shrugs, looking down at the plain black material. “I don’t know, is it? It’s… cute?”, You sheepishly turn back to face Crypto as Loba dives straight onto your bed, stretching out on her back. “Maybe?” you offered, knowing damn well it was his from the last time he had stayed over. He wasn’t going to pry it off of you as you slept, especially since you looked so comfortable. It was his pair of sweatpants too, but he didn't need to know that. A low grumble sounded from your stomach and you took that to be the perfect topic change, “How about take-out?”.

“Lovely idea, I’m starving!”

You phoned up the best pizza company you knew, the woman on the line informed you that it would take a while because of the games. People liked to go for pizza after watching the apex games apparently. “We’re going to have to wait a while.” You said solemnly, hopping onto your bed behind Loba and taking your hairbrush from her hand. Her hair was long and so very soft. Crypto politely excused himself to also take a shower whilst you played with her hair. You combed through it with your fingers first. Loba released a long breath as you dragged the brush from the edge of her forehead, down her scalp and all the way down her back, holding the ends in your other hand. “So Crypto’s down for your idea.” You gently gathered her hair together in a bunch before letting it fan out again over her back, the strands so long they reached the covers below.

Loba leant back a little, resting on her palms. “Oh? I’m not surprised. He seems like he would do anything that involves you. That poor boy looks at you like you’re made of gold.” She chuckled, looking back at you over her shoulder. You pecked her lips, her skin was soft and supple with a subtle hint of cherry lip balm. “Ugh, I can’t wait to devour you.” She groaned, “If he doesn’t get out of that shower in the next two minutes, we’re starting without him.”

“So impatient!” You laughed, “Hair up or down?”

“Eh, leave it down.”

Crypto made his way out the bathroom still towelling off his soggy hair. He set his jacket on the back of your desk chair, along with his waistcoat and every other piece of his games gear apart from his baggy trousers and t-shirt. The pendants on his necklaces jingled together as he moved around, like a cat with a bell.

Far too impatient for subtly it seems, Loba decided now was the best time to initiate things “She looks good enough to eat, don’t you think Crypto?” He stops in his tracks, towel still raised to his head with his mouth hanging open before he cleared his throat and straightened his posture. He hummed in agreement, taking the towel and folding it in half before laying it over the chair behind him. He now leaned his back against the desk so he could face you, bare arms crossed over his chest as he looked at you. You couldn’t help but blush at Loba’s words and the way he was looking at you, feeling the heat rising in your cheeks.

Loba now turned to face you, mischief and wanting in her eyes and leaned in close. “We would love to take care of you if you’ll have us, of course.” She pressed a single kiss to the side of your neck, your skin tingling from the warmth of her lips, “What do you say?” You turned your attention back to Crypto who looked at you in question, his head tilted. Neither of them were moving without your say so.

“Sounds perfect.”

With that pushed you back so your head lay gently on the pillows. Her finger wagged in Crypto’s direction when he took a step forward, telling him to stay put. He gulped and leant back against the desk again. “Well then. Just relax and let us take care of you, hm?” She ended her question with a smile, already sliding downwards onto the bed in front of you. Placing her hands on either side of your sweatpants and giving the outside of your thighs a light squeeze. She looked up at you through her lashes, asking if she could take them off. You nodded and soon she had them tugged off, your socks soon followed.

She leant right down, pressing a kiss to the cloth of your underwear, her lips putting the lightest flutter of pressure on your heat. Your mouth fell open and she laughed quietly, seeing a dark patch on the fabric of your underwear. “Mhmm already dripping for us, Crypto.” she called back to him over her shoulder, “What do you say we take these off as well? No need to be shy. We already know how beautiful you are, sweetheart.” You nodded again, her fingers delicately taking the band of your underwear and making quick work of shimming them off your legs. A string of words, no doubt in Portuguese left her, as she took a moment to look at you. She had spoken far too quickly for you to have any hope of understanding what she was saying.

Her hands were on your sides in an instant, and her lips were back on yours as her hands made their slow descent back down towards your heat. Her kisses a rough contrast to the preciseness of her touch. She kissed with her heart it seems, everything else was calculated. A shiver wracked its way through you when her fingertips reached the hem of your shirt, but she didn’t lift it, only gently massaged the bottom of your stomach and over the tops of your thighs. Circular motions everywhere except the place you wanted them to be.

Her lips left you as you whined softly, “So eager.” she smiled at you again, before leaning in to kiss your neck as her fingers finally touched where you so craved them so much. A moan escaped you as she wasted no time in finding your heat, circling her two fingertips within its wetness before dragging them up and down your slit. Over her shoulder, you could see Crypto standing biting his lip so hard it looked like it would bleed, face flushed.

Sucking gently on the soft skin of your neck, Loba pressed her two fingers right onto your clit. You couldn’t help the noises that escaped you or how you clung to her so desperately. She soon switched back and forth between gently massaging all-around your folds and slowly circling one finger directly to your nub. She was teasing you. The alteration driving you insane, legs beginning to shake. Just as you felt the dam about to burst she drew back away from you entirely, leaning back on her knees as she brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked on them lightly.

“How does she taste?” Crypto asked, his face warm. Loba leaned back from you and you near-whined at the loss.

She brought her fingers back down your heat and gathered some of your wetness onto her fingers again, standing and extending her fingers in his direction. “Like honey. Want to try?” He bypassed her altogether and walked towards you. “Suit yourself, Hacker,” she rolled her eyes.

“May I?” He asked so softly you nearly melted then and there. “Yes, please.” You managed and before you knew it he was sliding one of your legs over his shoulder, shortly followed by the other. He began by pressing the gentlest of kisses to your thighs.

“Ooh nevermind.” Loba went back on her previous statement with an approving nod of her head, “One second.” The glare he sent in her direction could’ve stopped a charging bull but Loba just waved him off and laid down beside you, pulling you into her lap so she could support your body. Crypto tugged you down towards him so the back of your head rested against Loba’s chest. Warmth radiated from Loba’s body beneath you in a constant wave of gentle, comforting heat but your focus wasn’t on her right now.

The moment his mouth made contact with your core, your body went lax. His tongue came right after and your back arched with such ferocity that Loba almost lost her hold on you. When the most desperate noise left you, you felt the vibrations of his laughter roll through you and his hands gripped the tops of your thighs more firmly to keep you in place. His eyes flickered up to you for a moment, soon after your hands found his hair, tugging lightly on the damp ends in an attempt to have him closer.

Loba’s lips ghosted over the shell of your ear “I know you said he was good but you really weren’t kidding,” she whispered before her mouth before she latched her lips back onto your neck.

Tugging his hair seemed to only spur him on more as the groan he emitted was borderline feral, bringing his tongue to circle over your clit at such a pace that the pressure built within you to the point where you were about to burst and likely would have had to not pulled back for a second to quickly catch his breath and get a better look at you.

“I know you want to come on his tongue, beautiful. Go on.” Crypto was back between your legs then, doubling his pace. “Come for us.” She whispered just as Crypto decided to wrap his lips around your clit and suck. You lurched upright, grip tight on his hair as you grind your pussy against his lips. When he slowly coated one of his fingers before slowly pressing it into you and pumping to the rhythm of his mouth, that was it for you.

Your body barely felt like you controlled its movement anymore as pleasure wracked its way through you in gushing waves. A drawn-out moan you’d probably be embarrassed about later escaped you as you went limp in Loba’s arms. Crypto helped you ride it out, wanting to make you feel the best he could. His tongue didn’t leave you until your pussy ceased its tensing then releasing around his finger, pulling it out of you and to his lips immediately. Loba’s arms kept you steady as your body slowly returned to normal, cold air stinging as Crypto left you. You missed his mouth and hands on you immediately but Loba was quick to distract you by helping you rid yourself of your shirt all whilst trying to keep her lips latched on to yours. Her fingers so swift in how they undressed you and herself that you were suddenly reminded that she was a thief, quick hand movements were her speciality. Her hand came to cup your bare breast for a moment, glee in her eyes at the sight. Once you helped her out of most of her clothes, you felt Crypto’s lips on the side of your neck. His mouth leaving marks no doubt right beside the ones Loba had made already. A hand in his hair again had him whimpering. Loba noticed and released you so you turned to face him, your mouth finding his as you stood on shaky legs. His lips were swollen but still soft. He kisses you like it was the last time he would have the chance, one hand gently cupping your face as his other arm wrapped around you.

“I’m going to let you two have this round.” You pulled back from Crypto and looked at her with confusion, she hadn’t even had any kind of pleasure yet and she still insisted you and Crypto go ahead. “I like to watch.” She clarified with a smirk, seating herself in your desk chair, legs folded neatly over one another. Her lacy black bra and panties somehow made her even more attractive but comply with her wishes you would. Plus you wanted the chance to repay Crypto for his services.

Soon enough, Crypto is stripped of all but his boxers, seated upright at the edge of your bed and facing Loba’s general direction. Running your finger over his cheekbone, you look down to notice just how hard he is. “You like eating me out that much, huh?” You asked as you swung one leg over both of his and knelt so you could grind against him, wringing your arms around his neck. You felt just how hard he was then and Crypto looked like he might have came if you weren’t careful, his mouth opened slightly, eyes closed. His hands found the bottom of your back to keep you steady as you slowly grinded onto him, feeling the hard outline of him pressing against your sensitive lips. “예수 그리스도'' He moaned at the feeling, bottom lip now trapped between his teeth.

“Really wanna ride you.” You told him and his eyes snapped open, hand gently cupping your cheek as he brought you in for another kiss.

“Then ride me.”

You sat back from him to run your fingers over his clothed cock, feeling it twitch with your touch. Soft moans fell from his mouth with each drawn-out stroke, he was so terribly sensitive. Tentatively tugging down his boxers, you freed his member from its confines and rubbed along the shaft before thumbing its tip. His throat hitched.

“If you keep touching me like that, this is going to be over a lot quicker than either of us could have hoped,” His hand found your bare pussy again, fingers gliding through your folds to make sure you were still wet enough to take him, “Let me know when you’re ready.”

Leaning further forward so your hips rested against his, bracing against his strong chest for support, you pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’m ready.” You told him. Without a word, Crypto reached down and aligned the two of you before oh-so-slowly lowering you back down onto his lap, feeling his length buried within you to the hilt.

You moaned together when he filled you, Crypto burying his head in your shoulder when you began to move, his hips rocking to meet the rhythm of yours. It felt delicious, his length rubbed your walls in all the right places and you felt a pressure begin to build quickly within your stomach again. His moans were so soft you almost had to strain to hear him but his strong grip on your hips as you swayed atop him telling enough.

Looking over your shoulder for a moment, you saw Loba lazily rubbing herself through her underwear, her eyes utterly transfixed on you and Crypto. One particularly measured thrust on his part hit your most sensitive spot directly and had your attention turned all the way back to him immediately. Gripping his hair as you rode him, you felt the pressure of his teeth on your shoulder as he bit back a moan. You slowed your pace and tilted his face up to see yours.

“Be as loud as you want baby, we wanna hear you,” you assured him and he looked at you through half-lidded eyes, skin flushed and lips bitten. You felt his cock twitch inside of you.

Pulling you back towards him so you were flesh to flesh, his hips snapped up into you with renewed vigour as his lips found your neck. Right next to another small mark Loba had left not a few moments earlier, he tentatively suckled on your skin until it bloomed. He swore he wasn’t a jealous person, he just wanted things to be even. His lips slowly trailed down towards your chest until he found one of your breasts, ready and waiting for him.

You let your head fall back. His consistent pumping up into you, filling you over and over and his tongue on your nipple combined with the knowledge that Loba was watching and enjoying all of this was quickly becoming too much for you to handle. You felt his cock twitch within you again.

You cupped his face in your hands as you brought him away from your nipple to press his swollen lips to yours again. That was when he reached between you and let his fingers trail over you clit. A cry escaped you. You were reaching the point of overstimulation and it felt like heaven.

When his thrusts became distractingly fast, you had to leave his lips but still held his face in your hands. “Come for me baby,” you told him and he felt his mind going numb. A few more thrusts and he was spent, all low moans and mumbles as he buried his face in your chest. His warm release within you felt so good, coating your walls and making you feel so wonderfully full. The coil in your stomach was wound, near the point of breaking now, but it wasn’t enough for you to reach your peak.

You just held each other for a few moments, petting over his hair as you relaxed in his arms. Even though you hadn’t come a second time that didn’t matter all that much when he still managed to make you feel as good as he did. When he caught his breath he looked up at you and frowned, “You didn’t-“

Loba was quick to interrupt him. She was up from her chair and walking towards you the moment you had regulated your breathing, “I’ll take care of that, pretty boy. Go take a minute.” With one last kiss and a groan as he pulled out of you, he reluctantly lifted you off his lap and sat you gently on your bed. He usually held you for hours after sex so this was new for him but just as he was learning to trust, he was also learning to compromise.

Loba bent down beside you as Crypto got up from your bed, tilting your chin upwards with her fingertip. “Ooh what a mess he made, hmm? Guess I had better help you clean up.” You were already oh so sensitive but your release was building again, all worked up from Crypto’s cock but surely going to be finished by Loba’s fingers.

Her touch was so different to Crypto’s, so delicate yet precise. She Plucked your body as if you were a harp, and she was a harpist with the most experienced hands. Her hands trailed over your shoulders and your chest, a nipple pinched and pressed deliciously between her fingers. With a few strange movements of your legs, Loba manoeuvres you by your hips, weaving your legs together. She draws her fingers up the underside of your thigh then down your lower leg, teasingly with a wicked grin plastered across her face as she does.

Loba scoots you closer together, her hands exploring your thighs as she goes, until you’re so close to her that you can feel the heat of her pussy against your own. She pulls you in for a kiss again and you take a handful of her full breasts. Loba rocks forward suddenly, rubbing your dripping cores together. She was most definitely keeping herself busy whilst you were with Crypto because she was soaking. Your pussy was so sensitive, so worked-up again that even the slightest touch had you reeling. Another slow grind and Loba’s eyes flutter closed. A twist of your thighs and you were fully locked together, her core providing yours with a delicious pressure. With a groan, Loba favoured a rougher rolling motion, her nails clawing at your thighs as your clits rub together.

“Shit!” Loba cries and her hips jerk into yours more sloppily. It was rare to see her so needy. The pressure from her clit on yours and the way her face contorted in pure pleasure had your insides twisting until you felt the dam burst for the second time that night. You found her lips again as you felt her too reach her release soon after, panting between kisses and cursing. Her movements slowed, as did your own until you were faced with the task of untangling from one another. “Guess we were pretty worked up, huh?” She asks and you nod in agreement, “You still have another round left in you? Pizza guy won’t be here for another twenty minutes…”

You were exhausted, dripping wet and still trying to catch your breath but you still managed to stifle out another “Yes, please.” You couldn’t get enough of them and you were dying to have them both at once. You felt more than just lust for these two. They made you feel loved, feel safe. All three of you had issues with connecting to people, whether it was simple distrust or even trauma but you were lucky enough to find one another. All the time spent with them trying to take down the Syndicate made Loba and Crypto learn to trust other people again. Not only that, they learned to care for you and in-turn allowed you to care for them. And being cared for wasn’t something either of them imagined would happen any time soon. Your tenderness and love made them feel human again like they were more than just their past.

“What do you think? Up for round three?” You looked to Taejoon and saw him sitting where Loba had been. When he moved one of his hands away from his lap to smooth his hair back from his face, you saw his cock was already erect again.

His chest heaved. “Are you sure you can take any more,애인(lover)?” Sitting up on your elbows now you looked at him and then to Loba who lay beside you, trailing her smooth fingertips up and down your arms. Excitement bubbled within you again.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

They were both beside you in an instant. You weren’t sure who was touching where and frankly you couldn’t care less. Feeling both their bodies on yours at once felt amazing, your skin tingling all over as you knelt sandwiched between them. Despite your oversensitivity, you welcomed the metallic fingertips that found your folds again. You were so, helplessly wet. Your multiple releases, coupled with Loba and Crypto’s had your thighs and sheets a mess. The cold metal of Crypto’s fingers were a wonderful contrast to the warmth of your pussy as he trailed along, up and down your lips, purposely avoiding where you wanted him to touch.

He left your lips in favour of hooking a finger inside you again. The friction was welcome but it wasn’t enough. “Please!” You whimpered and you heard Loba chuckle.

“Oh, baby girl, are you eager for his cock again? It’s a shame we aren’t at my place, you could’ve had mine as well.” Crypto raised a brow at that. You just whined at the thought of Loba’s strap.

He hummed as he found your clit with his thumb as he continued to draw his finger in and out of you. “Crypto, please!”

“I think you should tell him what you want him to do, sweetheart.”

“Please fuck me. I-I need-” You cut yourself off with a moan of his name and Crypto thought he might just die. He leant down to kiss your lips, rougher than usual now but still gentle. When he pulled back from you and gave you a chance to lay back, he had his dick in his hand and took his sweet time coating the tip in your juices, slowly dragging it through your folds.

“Ready for me?” he asked and you nodded. He tugged your knees around his hips and he leant between your legs and slowly entered you, inch by inch until you felt that wonderful fullness again. He let out a shaky breath and a gasp as he entered you. You felt so warm, so soft and so unmistakably you that he had a hard time moving for a moment for fear he might lose composure too soon and leave you disappointed for a second time. When you gave him the okay to move, Loba began teasing your breasts again, but you had other ideas for her.

“Sit-” A particularly drawn-out thrust from Crypto had your words misforming, “-On my face?” you asked her. Seeing as how Loba hadn’t garnered all that much from tonight’s proceedings, you were eager to make her feel good.

Her lips twisted into a smirk as she drew back from your chest, “Oh, sweetheart, I thought you’d never ask.” Crypto slowed his movements to let you two get comfortable. Loba now knelt beside your head, swung one leg over your head as you lay flat upon the bed so she now kneeled directly above you. It was the perfect access point. None of the pressure was on you, only what you wanted there to be.

Pulling her down by the hips until her core ghosted so close to your lips that your exhale made her shiver, you made sure you had a good enough grip on her even if all her weight was on your mattress. Crypto took Loba’s chin aiming for the heavens as his queue that you were comfortable again and started back at a slow pace. He always liked to alternate between almost teasingly slow, slow enough that you got needy when he pulled fully out of you, before you the exact pace that you needed from him.

Loba tried not to grind against your face but your actions did nothing to deter her from it. She was extremely responsive to any stimulation she received and your tongue was right up there as one of her favourite ways to be pleasured. Your strokes were careful, teasing and just how she liked it. Although your body jerked forward with each thrust from Crypto, Loba didn’t seem to mind and simply rocked her hips along your face in time with his movements. Each time he pulled back out of you only to fully sheath himself inside you again, a small gasp or moan escaped you. The vibrations just made Loba’s experience even better, small rhythmic cries falling from her lips.

When you felt Crypto’s fingers on your mound again, you had to lift Loba off you slightly to breathe. He always knew exactly where and how to touch you and even though you couldn’t see him, you could hear his soft laugh at the sound you made when he circled your clit. The feeling of being filled over and over by his thick member was divine in and of itself, his girth allowed him to rub your walls with ease especially at the angle he had you in now. Your legs wrapped around his hips and he kept your lower half-raised slightly off the bed. But combined with his hands? It was difficult to concentrate on anything but.

The more you got distracted by Crypto, the needier Loba became, jerking her hips in tiny thrusts to enable some kind of friction. Your fingers dimpled the backs of her thighs to keep her in place as you tried to make up for your few distracted moments. She was getting close now, you could feel it. The poor woman wasn’t used to actually being on the receiving end of such things until she met you.

“I think I’m going to come,” Crypto said with a sharp intake of breath, followed by a barely spoken curse.

“Me too.” She whined, “Pick up the pace, Hacker.” She leant back on her heels to the point where she was nearly sitting on your chest now, a hand in your hair and the other keeping herself steady. Unable to tear her eyes away from your face as you worked on her, an intense ripple of pleasure rushed through her when your eyes met hers. As you tugged her clit back between your lips and sucked all whilst flicking it with your tongue over and over, she was done for. Her head dropped back and her hands now gripped your head with all her desperate strength as she cried a far louder noise than you had ever heard from her before. Her release fell from her entrance right onto your wait tongue, making sure to keep up the intensity until you felt her body relax within your arms.

“Shit!” Crypto cursed and you felt his cock again twitch within you as Loba rolled off to your side, “Are you close?” He asked, voice strained and breathless.

“Yes!” Now that Loba was off of you, you were free to reach forward and cling to him, nails digging into the back of his shoulders and dragging him back down onto the bed with you. With the new angle, his cock hit right where you needed it, the tip brushing over your g-spot over and over as his hand continued to work on your clit. You were almost there now, he could feel it. You felt so good, clenching and releasing around him as a new rush of moisture left you. Loba decided at that moment that sucking one of your nipples into her mouth was a good idea. Suffice to say: It was and it very nearly finished you off. You looked up at them above you, their focus solely on you as they worked and shaped your flesh to bring you the most pleasure they could.

It was only when Crypto leaned in to kiss you that you finally came for the third time that night. Neither he nor Loba ceased their efforts until your orgasm fully ceased. Wave upon wave of glorious pleasure washed over you. Your release was enough for Crypto to come again too, his face buried in your neck as he whimpered. Your oversensitive walls welcomed the sensation of him filling you again.

Loba collapsed at your side and Crypto basically flattened out on top of you before realising that maybe wasn’t the best idea and rolling off of you. Their hands were still on you. Gentle, loving caresses as you caught your breath and fully came down from your high. Your skin still pleasantly tingled from their touch, small shivers still coursing through from your orgasm. All three of you were spent and thoroughly satisfied.

Your muscles still felt soft but you knew you would be sore in the morning. All you wanted to do right now was to lay with them. Feel their arms around you and them in yours. Have Loba hold you from behind whilst Crypto buried his face in your shoulder and clung to you like a Koala bear. You just wanted to drift off in their arms.

But then the doorbell decided it was going to ring.

Crypto moved to get it but Loba stopped him. “No no no, you go to the bathroom. I’ll get it.” Before pulling Crypto’s shirt over her head again and attempting to fix her hair, she covered you with your sheets, a wad of cash in her hand ready for the delivery driver. She looked adorable in such a long t-shirt, so long it came to her mid-thighs. A plain black t-shirt with no shape and clearly sex-tousled hair yet she still looked like she belonged in a magazine.

“Pizza’s finally here!” She exclaimed, kicking the door shut behind her, a large flat box in her hand. Her other hand was empty and the massive bundle of cash was nowhere to be found.

“How much was the pizza, Loba?”

She shrugged as she set the box down atop your covers, “No idea, you know I like to tip big!” Crypto returned from the bathroom, wearing only his pair of sweatpants you had given Loba earlier, “Off you go, your turn.” She nodded towards the bathroom. She was very responsible when it came to after sex. As much as you wanted to sleep afterwards, she was always adamant you go clean yourself up first. It was one of her rare ways of showing how much she cared.

When you were finished, you toddled out of the bathroom and back towards your bed, feeling decidedly underdressed before Taejoon noticed you rummaging for something comfortable and tossed you the very shirt he was wearing that day, with a smile. That left none for him but he didn’t seem to mind. As you pulled the fabric over your head, you couldn’t help but inhale his scent that lingered.

The three of you sat on your bed in relative silence, eating the lukewarm pizza until your hunger ceased. For once, Crypto was the first to interrupt the silence when he left the bed to check up on the decryption status, “Another nine hours until the decryption is complete”.

Loba yawned, both from tiredness and at the thought of waiting nine hours for anything, “Well, in that case, we had better get comfortable.” She took the empty pizza box from your bed and discarded it by your desk.

After gathering up all the courage your tired brain could muster, “So… what do you say you guys both sleep here tonight?” You asked. Crypto was already stretched out at your back, his arms wrapping around you and his warmth seeping into you when he said, “No, I think we should awkwardly go back to our own rooms and talk in the morning.” You scoffed, knowing he was joking, he took every given opportunity to have you in his arms.

Loba stood at the edge of your bed like she was actually considering what he said to be something other than sarcasm. She rarely stayed with you after sex. Even in her own apartment, she would place a kiss on your temple then leave no doubt to pull some kind of heist. It was almost like she was afraid to get too attached to you like someone might take her from you as well as everyone else she had ever loved. But now, as she looked at you, your eyes all soft all and pleading, she thought back to only a few hours ago in the medbay when you fretted over Crypto and had told her you would do the same for her. She realised she could more than just meaningless material things and vengeance. She finally felt like she deserved more.

She sighed, “Well, alright. Not like I’m doing anything else tonight.” And so she clambered beneath the covers and into your open arms. “Have we done enough to satisfy?” She asked and you couldn’t help but laugh. Your legs were already beginning to ache and your entire body felt like each nerve ending and been caressed.

“Just being able to spend time with you both is already enough,” Her hand came to cup your cheek, thumb tracing over your cheekbone. You felt Crypto place a kiss on the top of your head as he allowed himself to relax a little more, his body near-painted onto the back of yours, “But yes, thoroughly. You’re both so wonderful that I never really thought to stop and wonder what it would be like to have you together and it was better than I ever could have hoped for. Thank you for taking such good care of me.”

“Oh sweetheart, you do so much more for us than we could ever hope to repay.” She pecked your check.

“More than we deserve.”

“That’s not true, Ta-” you cut yourself off, “That’s not true. You shouldn’t have to worry about the Syndicate or Revenant trying to take you out every ten minutes. You deserve to be happy and safe a-and loved. As long as I’m around, I’ll do my best to make sure you feel that way. Because I know that’s not something neither of you have had in a very long time.”

Taejoon tightened his arms around you, holding you closer to his chest. He placed one hand over yours as you rested it on Loba’s side, his fingers interlocking with yours. That meant so much more to him than he would ever let on in front of Loba. Meanwhile, you could see the water pooling in the corners of her eyes as she looked at you so endearingly. She brought her lips to yours for a moment, in the softest kiss you’d ever felt from her before she nuzzled her nose into your cheek.

Sandwiched between them in a mess of warm and tangled limbs, you felt safe and for once,  they did too. Loba was the first to drift off to sleep, her grip on you going lax as her breath evened. You felt Crypto shift behind you slightly, his arm beneath you no doubt beginning to go numb.

“It’s alright, you can rest. We’ll still be here when you wake up.” He whispered, voice as soft as he could make it.

And so you did. With Loba sound asleep in your arms and Taejoon wrapping you up in his, you let your tired limbs melt into the soft mattress below and your heavy eyelids close for the night.

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Aight this is a bit of a different post but @darkmttrcat asked me a while back what some of my headcanons were for my favourite apex legends ship so I thought I'd just type them out here so they'd be cohesive ( ´ ▽ ` )b Just a mix of both ship headcanons and singular character headcanons for Caustic, Mirage, Octane and Bloodhound, and also a mix of fluffy/normal/smutty hcs

I tend to push aspects of myself onto characters I like so, for starters all these bitches have high libidos KSHDKWM,, very sexually open, confident people that embrace their sexuality and their high drive. I have this same headcanon for the rest of the legends but I thought to still list it here

They really like taking naps together,,, Caustic and Bloodhound don't get enough sleep and Mirage and Octane have made it a goal to get them better hours.

Mirage spends a long time on his hair when he gets ready for anything. He needs that shit lookin Good all day err day - even after sex the first thing he'll do besides clean up is fix his hair LMAO

SPEAKING of hair, bc Caustic and Bloodhound have long hair (Bloodhound MUCH more so but they're still lumped up together) Mirage and Octane LOVE playing w it, as well as the former two playing w each others. Braids, buns, ponytails, offering to brush it, the works.

Octane doesn't drink alcohol, and I am again projecting. He prefers other drugs, particularly psychedelics. He frequents weed, lsd, shrooms and ecstasy.

The other three enjoy alcohol, but vary w other drugs. Bloodhound will occasionally use shrooms, Mirage sometimes smokes weed and takes shrooms, and Caustic rarely uses shrooms. The latter leads a mostly sober life with the occasional exception, and especially so now that he's an older man. He was no stranger to drugs in his youth.

Caustic had a vasectomy in his 20s. Sex w Bloodhound is particularly nice for this reason.

They don't want kids. Again projecting. The thought of having kids disgusts them and they will make fun of you for even thinking they would, and rightfully so.

Bloodhound used to be a mercenary/assassin before joining the games.

The trend here is I project. These four totally love looking at gore online, and have no issue discussing morbid conversation. Seeing how the human body works, ways to be cautionary in life to avoid disaster, or just morbid curiosity is their reasoning.

Caustic works as a toxicologist/chemist, and a mortician. He worked previously as a medical examiner before settling on the latter career, along with his more on-the-nose scientific fields.

Bloodhound can Drink. They can throw back quite a few beers before they start to feel tipsy. They've been affectionately dubbed a Viking Drinker.

Octane likes being carried. The other three like carrying him. Win-win.

Bloodhound is a bottom, Mirage and Octane are switches, and Caustic is a top.

Bloodhound curvy. Wider waist, wide hips, sizeable bust, the works. They're also complimented on their legs quite a bit, and have gotten more comfortable wearing shorts and shorter skirts/dresses because of it.

Mirage can fucking ROCK a pair of heels. He and Renee, back in college, would sport matching heels together on a few occasions they had a night on the town. Pumps, stilettos, pole dancing platforms, he's got it covered, though they're never his shoe of choice. As he's gotten older he's worn them less and less, but on a rare occasion he will sport them.

Nationality/Race headcanons on the following bullets:

Bloodhound: Icelandic/Faroese

Caustic: American, Russian ancestry

Octane: Mexican

Mirage: American, Arab/Saudi ancestry

Using this as a chance to allude to one of the upcoming fics of mine, they're all a hell of a poker player. Caustic seems to just get lucky ass hands, Octane has Yet to ever lose a game if he's playing, Mirage can bluff like nobody's goddamn business, and Bloodhound has damn-near no tells. Piece of advice, I wouldn't play the round if they're at the table, and especially not if more than one of them are playing.

I could make this list go on for longer but I decided against it, since I think my upcoming fics will show off some more headcanons I have for them (˶⸃ ⴰ⸃˶)♡