#apex legends flirting

[emptyadderallbottle]

What did Ballistic mean by this????

What emotion is this supposed to convey???

Why did he smile and nod after????

#This HAS to be flirting #or i'm just clueless when it comes to socializing #apex legends #apex brainrot #apex #get out of my head #ballistic apex #august ballistic brinkman #ballistic apex legends #I fogor the other characters name help 😭

[smosen]

me scoped in on the enemy fusehound team while theyre making out on the other side of the map

#apex legends #bloodhound #walter fitzroy #fusehound #im being so brave in posting this #anyway they are SO cringe but. some of their voicelines are like #in front of my salad bro??? really?? were fucking dying stop FLIRTING #bamboozle #also bloodhound is into dilfs good for them <3

[the-aromancer]

Thanks & You're Welcome

Bloodhound: I am in your debt, my Walter Fuse: Oh, and I will collect, Houndy

Bloodhound: For this gipt, I will owe you Fuse: Ah forget it. You give lots already, ay love?

Fuse: Aw, I could kiss ya. Get ova here! Bloodhound: Not now. But... perhaps soon

Fuse: I got to thank ya slap for that butt, Houndy Bloodhound: Perhaps not as we are being hunted, my Walter

Reviving player (Thanks & You're Welcome lines)

Bloodhound: You are going nowhere, mitt Walter Fuse: Wasn't dyin'. Just tryin' to get close to ya Bloodhound: You make me blush, Walter. Continue

Bloodhound: I will not lose you as well, mitt...love Fuse: A promise to you's an easy one ta keep Bloodhound: Mitt Walter. Silence and slatra

Fuse: C'mon, love. Bit careless of you, ay? Bloodhound: You are rïkr distracting, Walter Fuse: Oh I'll distract ya till the Nessie's come home, mate

Fuse: Gotta keep my good eye on ya Bloodhound: Your presence, while graced, is, clouding my senses Fuse: You're just gonna have to learn how to ogle AND slatra. Hahaha

#apex legends #fusehound #good for them #they are flirting your honor #losing it at embarrassed bloodhound #you make me blush. continue #Youtube

[keare-linnua]

Season 13 quest has awoken something in me

#apex legends #miraith #mirage x wraith #renee blasey #elliott witt #i'm lazy so it's messy so what #they're flirting at the bar and haven't even kissed yet #just kiss her mirage can't you see the way she looks at you

[biohazard-inevitable]

Apex is so so cool to have canon lgbt characters like Fuse and Seer are pan, gibraltar is gay, valkarie is a lesbian, loba is bi and we get TWO name em TWO TRANS CHARACTERS with Bloodhound and Catalyst and its all CANON like OH MY GODS this is so good and cool and yes

#apex legends #i love ALL THIS SO MUCH #its SO queer #GAY GAY GAY ALL THE WAY #they arent COWARDS about it either #they STRAIGHT UP put it in everyone’s faces #fuse and bloodhound FLIRT nonSTOP #CATALYST ACTIVELY MENTIONS HER TRANSITION IN HER CINEMATIC #THEY ARENT QUIET ABOUT IT AND ITS AMAZING #bigots stay mad

[stark-illerbase]

No thoughts only Fuse's "When I wink at'cha...you'll know"

#des rambles #fusehound #apex legends #walter fitzroy #blothhuntr #bloodhound #bloodhound apex #fuse apex #BLOTH IS JUST A MESS THIS SEASON #how are they expected to focus and win the games when walter is flIRTING

[ruleofleft]

Walter finds himself being a bottom a lot, it’s with Houndy so he never minds it.

#apex legends #fusehound #headcanon #Fuse broke Hounds dry spell #Hound initiates sex most of the time #Fuse flirts a lot #it gets Hound going

[bapplenana]

i want Respawn Entertainment to do Apex Legends just like what Riot Games did to League of Legends which is Arcane, you know what i mean.

#the freaking lore tho #definitely not wanting to see some darksparks #and valk & loba flirting #nope dEFINITELY not at all #like pshh im not in for gay #im in for plot #yes the plot #hapi pride month lesbians #apex legends #wraith x wattson

[crowxdagger]

seer and catalyst flirting?? 😳

#i was wondering if her sexuality was confirmed #idk if this is like loba seer platonic flirting #apex legends #apex legends catalyst

[dontbethatguy20]

Revenant Boyfriend Headcannons

@reid-levesque

He would insult you, but like in a nice way, if that makes sense. Like "That shirt looks ugly on you, you should change it to something more nice, your face is nice to look at but your clothes aren't."

Definitely would not do PDA, but in private, you probably still wouldn't get much, but you could get a hug and a kiss from him if you are very lucky.

He's definitely a cat person, or I guess cat robot, so if you have a cat, you bet your ass he's gunna like it (unless it's a clingy cat) he thinks dogs are annoying and have to much energy. But his favorite animal is probably a hyena.

He feel would find little things like key chains and think of you. He'll then take it and give it to you. This is one of the nicest things he'll do for you.

If you're short and you need help getting something or if you're too weak to open it, he'll insult or comment on your height or strength (not in a mean way), but he will help you with what you need.

If you are on a team together in the apex games, he'll protect you at all costs, especially in duos. It's the best way he can show he cares.

If you cry because of someone else's doing, he will kill them once he figures it out who it is, and if you don't tell him, he'll find out somehow and still kill them.

No one knows this, but sometimes, he does have hard days. He wishes so hard to be human agian and knows he can't anymore, and sometimes it will fill him rage or sometimes sadness. He'll actually let you comfort him after some convincing.

If you go out in public, most likely because he'll scare people and he just doesn't want to go. But if there is a place he can go without scaring people off, then he sometimes will.

He's the type of person to be like, "I can insult you, but others can't." If someone insults you in front of him, they can say goodbye to life. The same goes for flirting.

If you are in the drop ship and you are tired, too tired to even tuck in yourself, he'll do it for you quickly so that nobody sees him do it. He'll still do it somewhat quickly at home, just not as fast if they were in the ship.

Hope you are ok with bickering, cause you'll have to deal with him and loba bickering all the time, and it will be annoying very quickly.

He is a very jealous robot. He will indeed fight anyone he is slightly jealous of whether they flirt or just talk to you normally, and they make you laugh. And if it's another legend, he'll tell them to back off if an ally and if they just so happen to be so unlucky to be on and opposite team he'll make sure he'll get to them first to kill them off.

#apex legends #apex legends x reader #revenant x reader #apex revenant x reader #apex legends revenant x reader #revenant apex x reader #revenant apex legends x reader #apex boyfriend scenarios

[animentality]

I'm sorry.

I'm just laughing over like... overwatch fans being mad at me for saying their game isn't that fucking great at queer rep.

it has TWO LGBT characters who were openly LGBT as SOON AS THEY WERE RELEASED.

that's fucking Lifeweaver, added to the game in 2023, and Venture-

a fucking nonbinary character who ISNT in the game yet.

do you understand why this is laughable?

overwatch has been around for 8 fucking years and it took a fucking sequel to force them to reveal characters were queer from the get go.

for the past 8 years, they've been queerbaiting mercy and pharah, while hocking how canon gency is, they have been teasing roadhog and junkrat, barely, and I guess.

if you MUST defend blizzard.

you can say well it's ok they did reveal tracer was a lesbian on Twitter and then they admitted soldier 76 was gay literally 3 years after he was released, and then they made pharah a lesbian and baptiste bisexual- literally 7 years after pharah was released and 4 years after Baptiste was.

yeah.

so progressive revealing that in random comics and lore bits that barely show up in game, if they ever do. and I haven't played overwatch in a while, because I have a high degree of respect for myself, but from what I fucking remember, soldier doesn't say shit about his boyfriend, if he even has one, tracer only makes a reference or two to Emily, who might as well be her sister with how mild it was.

and I vaguely recall Baptiste flirting with ana. and pharah as far as I know has never ever said anything about all the hot chicks she dates on the side.

and that's it.

that's your amazing queer rep.

you have two queer characters from the start who were not retroactively made gay, and one hasn't even been released yet.

good work, blizzard.

so revolutionary.

y'all know blizzard is an American company and gay marriage has been legal in the US since 2015?

whereas apex legends literally started OFF in 2019 openly stating hey this character is trans and this one is nonbinary and this one is gay and this one is a lesbian and these TWO literally hit on men and women- oh also the pansexual and nb PLAYABLE CHARACTERS are dating and they flirt and dote on each other in game-

but I'm getting flak from you weirdo blizzard fans who for some reason think blizzard is worth your devotion?

even if it was good at queer rep, I am not sure if fucking blizzard and OVERWATCH 2, one of the biggest monetary scams in all of gaming are the hills you want to die on.

but at least you'll be dead.

[sapphic-woes]

Since I've been playing Apex nonstop....Sevika as a legend anyone? (Imma avoid the lore cuz I have yet to sit down and learn it fully yet;;)

Apex!Sevika x Reader

I'm thinking Sevika is an assault legend, probably uses her arm for special damage close range and rolls her ultimate with smth heavy. (Like Bangalore)

One the other hand, I think you would be either support, or a controller. Maybe even recon.

Anyways. I'm thinking this isn't your first rodeo. You've been apart of the Apex games way before Sevika shows up. You might look sweet, but you've had your fair share of kills.

But Sevika acts like she's a goddamn hotshot. She hits you with a sneer and chiding words to "aim next time." And even takes the time to pat you head when you're knocked down before finishing the job. (Ok look I dunno abt the lore but let's say in this au it rlly is like the game and you can revive and turn into a box when u die alright...)

So of course, in return you make sure she knows just how smug you are when you win against her. You don't get why Sevika always teases in the first place, but you sure as hell aren't letting her get away with it.

Slowly, everyone comes to know that you both have a sorta rivalry going on. Whenever anyone even mentions spotting Sevika, you're immediately dead set on knocking her down, and it's the exact same with her.

However. The fans notice too, and immediately the public see you both as the perfect set up for enemies to lovers.

You adore your fans, and always want to keep them entertained...but even you have a limit. However, this was a bloodsport, and entertainment came before your pride.

So that's how you find yourself landing on the edge of the map, doing duos with Sevika.

God. It's painful. She takes the shields you call dibs on, the guns from supply bins you open first, even the fucking knockdown shields you stumble upon!

Sevika ignores every time you suggest a location to check out, engages with the enemy without a plan, let alone a warning, and hardly ever acts like a team player. Yet?

"If you're going to be a fucking idiot and die, do it when you're on someone else's squad!" You hiss, dragging Sevika's body behind cover to revive her.

"Ugh, shit–the fucker has like, three hits left on him I swear–"

"And so do I. While he's trying to find us, think it's best to recharge ye?" You tsk, ignoring Sevika's near pout on her face and grumble that you could definitely still kill him. You played smart–played to win, but Sevika?

Honestly? You guessed this was more for the adrenaline rush than anything.

You pull out a syringe with a huff, bloody hands moving to undo her buttons Sevika raises an eyebrow, but youre immune to her subtle flirting, knowing damn well she just wants to get under your skin.

The skin just above her breasts is warm. Her chest heaves, pressing against the pads of your fingers. This close, you're breathing in her scent of gunpowder and cigarettes. Sevika grunts quickly, and her breath is hot against your ear. You nod, feeling her entire body brace before you stabbed her with the syringe. She grimaces, and you tsk, hauling her to her feet.

"Get knocked down on me again, and I'll fucking kill you." Sevika only quirks her dark lips up, and you can't help but think it's unfair. She looks breathtaking despite the mud, blood, and gunpowder covering her head to toe.

"Aw, you worried babe?" What did she just call me? Your cheeks burn at the petname, and you nearly follow through with your threat, pulling out your gun and aiming it at her.

"Huh? Wait! Y/n, are you seri–!"

However, rather than shoot her point blank you shot three times behind her. Your opponent falls to the ground, and you tilt your head in mild surprise as Sevika lets out a shaky breath.

"Huh. So it really was three."

"Well yeah, you said–wait...you were just guessing? You could have gotten us both killed!"

After that, you guys learn that you work, somehow. You get a lot more wins than when either of you are paired with someone else, and eventually you both only like teaming up together. You for the wins, and Sevika because to get a win, there's guaranteed heavy action.

However, as the malice between you two fades, the teasing becomes less superficial, the flirting has a dangerous edge to it all, and every time you come to Sevika's rescue....

Her eyes on you as you press the syringe into her exposed chest, mutter "c'mon, c'mon..." with worry are burning. They're hot as she watches you guard the door as she patches up, hungry as you down enemies easily before letting her know that was the last of the squad....and you didn't even break a sweat wiping them out yourself.

She thinks it's hot. To put it simply.

So one day. One random day of running from the ring, shooting down enemies and getting shot yourself, she goes for it.

"God Sev. How the fuck did you think you could take on three other teams like that? Why couldn't you just wait for me?" You grumble, slamming a door closed before promptly straddling the larger woman.

"Some legend you are, immediately getting gunned down." You speak as you undo her top, letting her rich, tantalizing skin be exposed to you. You glance at her face to see her eyes on you, calmly focusing in a way that infuriates you.

"God, what now? Are you even listening to me–"

"Nope. Not at all." That's it. You immediately stab her with the syringe, smirking when Sevika winces. Her body is a furnace under your legs as you lean forward to snarl.

"You're a fucking piece of shit you know that? I swear to God, I don't even know why I bother saving your ass–!" Lips stop your words mid sentence, and you gasp as Sevika suddenly leans forward to kiss you. Her hand snakes around to the back of your neck, holding you steady and she presses deeper.

Your body tingles, and your fingers holding the syringe tremble. You can't let go, she needs to heal...but she's going to kill you like this! Her metal arm is wrapping around your waist, trailing down your spine and coaxing out a whine from you. Sevika's lips curl into a smile against your own, and she hums with satisfaction.

Why is she doing this? You'd pay to know, shuddering as her teeth pull at your bottom lip when she finally lets you breathe. You huff, scarlet as a now-healed-Sevika eyes her handiwork. Your lips feel sensitive and warm, so you can only imagine how they look–kiss bruised and inviting her to do more.

"Why..." Sharply, a gunshot whizzes past your head, and both of you freeze before scrambling up onto your feet.

"How about we talk about this after we make sure not to die?"

"Definitely."

#sevika x reader #sevika x you #arcane sevika #sevika headcanon #arcane x reader #arcane headcanon #apex legends #apex au

[angelatmidnight1]

Loba Tickle Headcanons

A/N: Not a request, but this something I was working on before I took a break, and it's been helping me get out of my writing rut. Bare with me though, I haven't been super active in the Apex fandom for about 3ish months. I'll try to get Valk headcanons done too at some point :).

Ler-

 For Loba, flirting and tickling go hand in hand, and both come as second nature to her. 

She’s no stranger to touch so if she likes someone, it doesn’t take her long to figure out if someone’s ticklish. 

A brush of the hand, an affectionate squeeze…if someone’s ticklish, Loba will find out. And she finds it adorable. 

Denying it will only encourage her to prove her lee wrong. If the wiggles of her nails don’t get her lee to crack, her words do. There are very few people who can rival Loba’s teasing.

Loba usually likes to give her lee one on one attention, so she’ll trap a retreating lee into a corner, a hallway…wherever, in order to focus on all of her lee’s ticklish spots. 

Once she has her lee right where she wants them, she enjoys seeing that spark of panic in their eyes while she gently prods at their torso. 

“Whatever is the matter, beautiful? I’m barely touching you. What’s gotten you all worked up~?”

Loba initially starts out at a gentle and teasy pace but, the more her lee laughs, the more intense her tickling gets. 

Her nails are just as deadly as any weapon found in the Outlands, and she’s good at using them. 

She’s fond of targeting ticklish necks or stomachs, sometimes at the same time. She’ll trap her lee in her arms and blow raspberries against their necks while her nails skitter up their shirts and along their tummy. 

This position makes it perfect for her to whisper those teases that’d have even the most stoic lee blushing. 

“Aw, look at that pretty smile~. (Or, if she can’t see her lee’s face, “Listen to that pretty laugh~”.) 

Or, “Aren’t you just the cutest? I could eat you up…”

If Loba’s feeling nice, she’ll let her lee go after a couple minutes of teasing and tickles. If her lee has been bothering her, or wants something from them, then her lee wouldn’t be as lucky. 

Many Legends, namely Valkyrie, have found out the hard way that if someone takes something from Loba, she’s gonna come after you, claws out. The thief is as beautiful as she is devious. 

Lee-

Due to her background, Loba doesn’t have a ton of experience as a lee. 

Pick pocketing and stealing doesn’t give her a lot of leisure time, let alone friends. 

It took a long while for her walls to come down and even then, it’s hard to be fully relaxed when Revenant lives rent free in her mind. 

Still, she never considered she’d be ticklish. The first Legend to discover it was Wattson. 

It happened during a quiet night after the Games. Wattson had been begging Loba to let her do her hair and she finally relented. 

Natalie adored how long and curly Loba’s hair was, and Loba thought it was cute, so she’d let her guard down. 

In fact, she’d nearly fallen asleep until Nat’s fingers accidentally brushed against her neck, making her flinch. 

Wattson thought she’d somehow hurt her and apologized profusely. Loba shrugged it off and told her she was fine, but to be more gentle. 

After that, everything went downhill. At least, for Loba. 

Wattson was super careful whenever she had to touch Loba’s neck, but the thief still fidgeted a bit. 

Nat put two and two together and when the light bulb went off in her head, Loba could see it too. But she was determined to play it cool. “What’s with that look?”

Wattson grinned, saying, “I didn’t know you were ticklish. Why didn’t you tell me?”

Loba claimed there was nothing to tell. But, she knew Natalie, and leered at her, saying “Stop looking at me like that and finish my hair.”

Again, Wattson did as she was asked. But, as she was sweeping her hair into the style, her fingers ‘accidentally’ brushed her neck again. 

Loba squealed and stamped her foot, yelling “Damn it! You’re doing that on purpose!”

Wattson laughed and insisted that she wasn’t, but Loba had enough. 

She got up to leave but Natalie begged her not to go, tackled her, and tickled her for real.

Loba’s laugh has a warm, feminine quality to it that’s pleasant on the ears.

She is averagely ticklish and doesn’t really laugh too hard unless someone targets her neck or hips. 

But she is a squirmer in every sense of the word; she accidentally gave Valk a black eye once when she tickled her.

She’s the kind of lee who’ll threaten her ler while she’s laughing, and she’ll make good on those threats if she gets free. If she manages to escape, her ler is screwed. 

Teases don’t affect her in the same way they might affect someone else. But lighter, fluttery tickles work wonders on her. 

Loba’s kind of giggly after her ler stops, and it’s in those moments where Loba seems more at ease, even if for a moment. 

Calling her cute in that moment may make her instantly go after her ler, or blush, depending on how tired she is. 

Either way, Loba’s 1000% the kind of lee to seek out revenge. How soon that revenge comes depends on whether or not she’s tired, and/or how fast her lee can run. 

#apex legends tickle head canons #apex legends #loba #loba andrade #ticklish!loba #ticklish!lobaandrade #lee!loba #ler!loba #loba apex legends #loba apex

[arclundarchivist]

Spoilers for C3E29!

Go back ye, who have not watched!

That was a doozy of an episode.

Might do a delve into Ruidus more tomorrow, spitting out possible theories about its origin and stance cause…it’s a muddled mess of curiosity.

Fearne and Imogen are both Ruidusborn, but Imogen is from a “bloodline” of those touched by the Moon, fitting into her sorcerous abilities.

Furthermore there appears to be a pretty clear explanation for why Fearne is missing so much time. Morri…might legitimately be the Morrighan, or at least the Exandria version of her. An Archfey, who manipulated time, maybe for selfish reasons, maybe to give Fearne a chance to grow up, we can’t be sure.

And while Birdie doesn’t believe it we know that the Seelie Court has been looking for Fearne prior yo learning of the Unseelie’s intentions…so things might be almost as complicated as Yu made it out to be.

The Moon has the ability to force its way into other planes following its Ruidusborn. Which….had a lot of implications.

The Unseelie Fey are in league with the Gray Assassins, towards some unknown end involving Ruidus. They’ve murdered members of the Grim Verity, may have been tied up in the Apex War, and are also behind the attack on Orym’s home….which raises a lot of questions about that slippery, gaslighting snake of a Changeling Yu….

Otahan, is one of the big mortal players, but who is the Elf I wonder. Are the Ivory Syndicate involved?

Another interesting thread, Treshi is beholden to the Paragon’s Call, who are working for one of Ruidus’s possible “minions”/ the ongoing conspiracy but was also partner with Ira…who is working with those that are against what ever possible Doomsday might be on-coming. He also built weapons for the Apex War…so does he know Otohan, one of the legends of that conflict? A Master Engineer and a Master Strategist, there had to have been some overlap.

What is going to go down with him next is going to be intriguing.

As for Yu…I’d honestly have freed their head from the neck, but my blood runs hot and I don’t trust known lying schemers, not matter how sweet they talk at me. Speaking of, why did they use a Half-Elven form to taunt Orym when flirting and how did they know about the Gnarlstone to tempt Imogen?? How long have they been talking them?

To the meatiest bit of new info….there are forgotten gods. Two Gods vanished from the Pantheon, their fate hidden away but why? What happened to them! How does it tie into Ruidus? What were their identities? Their domains? Did they die??

Some have mentioned that one could be the God of Death prior to the Raven Queen but I don’t think that tracks because people know they existed. Their name is gone, their memory whittled down to the barest of bones, but they are still a known factor. These other two do not appear to be. They aren’t remembered as being part of the Pantheon….so who were they? God I want to know.

One last thing of note: 7 Years ago Fearne Calloway was born under a suddenly active Ruidus.

Ruidus began ramping up activity from there.

7 Years ago, Cognouza, a being of psychic might, prophetic dreams, and physical transformation tied to the gaze of unwavering red eyes died.

Side note: Ashton calling a Changelings “basic” might be one of my favorite lines of this campaign so far.

And what is Ruidus, but an eerie eye in the sky staring down upon its disparate “family” and watching their fates unwind.

#critical role #critical role spoilers #cr fearne #cr imogen #cr orym #cr dusk #ruidus #somnovem #the nightmare king #cr ashton #the mighty nein #bell’s hells

[strawberrymemes]

APEX LEGENDS QUOTES PART ONE

a self indulgent compilation of my favorite apex legends quotes. starters may be adjusted slightly to help them fit the theme of your roleplay , including pronouns fixes . trigger warnings apply for death, gore, manipulation, abuse and mature content .

" enough flirting, save it for when we win. "

" no worries, i'll find you. "

" i'm always dressed to kill. "

" you better hope i find you before they do. "

" i've been shooting since i was a baby. i was a very dangerous baby. "

" so i like to have a little fun. so what? "

" by the time you see me coming, i'll be going and you'll be gone. "

" i'll break your heart and then i'll break everything else. "

" i'm the nightmare. "

" i got 'em, mom. "

" all it takes is a single spark. "

" oh sorry, did i confuse you? "

" i'm well prepared. "

" they made me a killing machine. "

" they still think this is a game. it's not. "

" run fast, hit fast, win fast. "

" papa would be proud of me. "

" when you see me, you'll know it's the end. or a new beginnin'. it's all relative, really. "

" who would've thought a blood sport would be so... bloody? "

" think of this as a permanent blackout. "

" beauty is pain. i'm the beauty, and... well, you can guess the rest. "

" time to break some hearts. "

" legend? heh. sometimes we are all someone we are not. "

" my world would've eaten you alive. "

" you've all been marked for death. "

" never saw me coming, didja? it's cool. they never do. "

#roleplay resources #rp sentence starters #rp memes #rp prompts #apex legends quotes

[unholyplumpprincess]

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.

Reblogs > Likes! If you hit like/heart, plz reblog to support future content and make your local writer boogie! Tags and comments shall be smooched furiously and read with great joy!

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.

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