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marsbar17 · 7 months

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Hello! Do you have any Bloodhound × Reader headcanons? 👀

YES, SORRY THEY'RE MY FAVORITE CHARACTER IN THE GAME AND I RELATE TO THEM SO MUCH I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS ALSO SORRY FOR NOT ANSWERING SOONER

I'm going to assume that the reader is another legend in the apex games btw

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《SFW》

• Bloodhound didn't reach out to you when you first joined, but that was normal

• The other legends assured you that they were cold with everyone, preferring to keep to themselves

• Your first match together, a duos on King's Canyon, you got to really see how their abilities worked and there was something wildly alluring about it

• There wasn't a lot of speaking between you two, more just observing each other's skills up close for the first time

• After winning that game, the games put you together more often, and through shared curiosity of each other, you got closer

• "You are very interesting, félagi fighter." "I could say the same about you, Hound."

• You started spending more time around them, they wouldn't reach out to hangout with you but they didn't push you away when you showed up at their door

• The line between platonic and romantic was sort of blurry, and neither of you could remember when supportive pats on the back and fistbumps turned into soft holding of your waist or them calling you 'elskan'

• It wasn't until one of the other legends pointed it out jokingly that you both realized you loved each other

• Dating them comes easy, since it felt like you already were

• Their love language is words of affirmation and quality time

• They always make sure you know that you are the most divine thing in the world to them, their gift from the allfather

• I can see them taking you into the woods to go hunting

• Just the two of you in silence, enjoying the sounds of the forest and feeling like the rest of the world doesn't exist

• Life feels easier with them, the pressure from the apex games and the syndicate seems to disappear when you're in their arms

• When you aren't on a team on the games, you seek each other out, competing to see who can kill the other first in a gory game of tag

• Sometimes they just follow you, and you've gotten better at seeing the signs of them, slight rustling of leaves or a crow nearby

• Everytime you're downed at their hands, they make sure to finish you off properly, never letting you bleed out in pain

• "Have I told you how pretty you look like this, elskan?" "Many times, but say it again, please."

• They'd lift your chin up with two fingers, unclasping their mask to give you a lingering kiss before the bullet rips through your body

《NSFW》 (with no specified genitals)

• If they're topping, it's full of praise and worship

• It's either vanilla, or really kinky

• Slight blood kink, bondage, maybe a bit of pet play, very much praise and worship or your body

• No matter what you look like, they think you're beautiful

• "Watching you take me like this, it's hard to control myself, elskan."

• Their favorite positions when topping are doggy and riding, although mating press is a good one

• They groan and let out small moans, but they're aren't very loud

• They're more focused on your pleasure than their own, making sure you like everything they do and that you always cum before they do

• They love eating you out/sucking you off, tasting you turns them on so much, same with the other way around

• Tug at their hair when they're in between your thighs and they will literally growl against you

• Overstimulation, either top or bottom, love seeing you cry and twitch from overwhelming pleasure, and they also love being reduced to a whimpering mess as you make them cum over and over again

• In terms of them being the bottom, they whine and whimper a lot

• Even as a bottom, they love riding

• Will literally grab your hands and drag them to their hips so you can hold them

• Pull their haaaaiiirrrrr

• Just a bit on pain, like pulling their hair or gripping their hips hard enough to leave bruises, gets them to cum so much faster

• Mutters your name over and over, worshipping you and making sure your name is etched in their brain while they cum

• Loves it when you leave your mark on them, it's completely covered by their heavy uniform but just the thought of it being there is enough for them

• Aftercare consists of a lot of cuddling and praise, both ways

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Thank you for your patience! I've been doing stuff for my mental health recently and it's taking a lot of time out of my days (therapy 3 days a week is insane dawg) but I love doing this!

#apex legends #apex headcanons #apex bloodhound #bloodhound #bloodhound x reader #nonbinary #apex x reader #bloth hundr

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angelatmidnight1 · 2 years

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Heya! So as an apex player that is also a part of the tk community I’ve had a blast seeing and reading your stuff! It’s so fluffy and perfect ;-; 💞 just wanted to drop a request if that’s possible, feel free to ignore it!

But out of all your stuff, Lee Bloodhound was just what never knew I needed… and with some voice lines between them and fuse I just.. imagine how fluffy.. ;-; ok bye✨

A/N: There was no way I could hear these new voicelines from Season 14 and not write something for it. I kinda also used inspiration from this Apex Legends comic. It's been a while since I've written for Bloodhound, but I really hope you like it!!

Tongue Tied

Bloodhound’s been trying to show more affection towards Fuse, and Fuse is only too happy to return the favor. He gets a kick out of flustering the hunter and tends to leave them speechless. Things heat up after their match, and Fuse tickling them silly doesn’t help cool things down.

Bloodhound loomed over the last downed member of the enemy squad; they knew, since the death boxes did not immediately appear, that someone had a golden knockdown shield. And, seeing how Pathfinder was moving behind a large storage box, they had a good inkling that he had it. They stopped him and brandished their ax, aiming and throwing it to hit right between the optic. Path went down with a crash; and, finally, both his and Mirage’s death boxes appeared at their feet. But, before they could claim the spoils, they had to pick their own teammate up.

Mirage had gotten the jump on Fuse, ambushing him using his ultimate, and Pathfinder had the perfect perch to rain down shots. He would’ve been a goner if not for Hound coming in at just the right time and mowing them down. The hunter knelt down to revive him.

“Back on your feet, my mate.” Hound said. They grabbed his arm and gave it a strong pull to help him up. Fuse, cracking his bones, exhaled a sigh of relief. Then, while he healed, he eyed the hunter with a grin.

“Oho, mate, eh?”

Hound looked up from a box, their eyes widening with realization. “Oh, nei!” They responded, their cheeks flushing with embarrassment. They looked back down and continued rooting through the box. “Forgive me, I am veikr with your tongue--er, language!”

Walter chuckled and moseyed his way over to them. He knelt down at the same box and playfully bumped their shoulder with his own. “Ain’t nothin’ to forgive, Houndy. I wasn’t complainin’.” He hummed. Hound wouldn’t look at him, so he gently bumped shoulders again. The hunter jumped and finally glanced up to meet his eye. Walter’s grin widened. “It sounds nice, comin’ from you. Even if that’s not exactly how we say it…mate.”

Bloodhound sighed. “I will learn how you speak with time, Walter.” They murmured, pocketing a few more stacks of ammo before standing. “This, I promise you.”

Fuse followed suit. “Don’t worry about it. We’ve got all the time in the world, ay?” He responded, winking. Hound nodded, a small smile tugging at their lips. But just when they thought they were in the clear, Walter continued. “Now, if it’s my tongue you’re lookin’ to learn, well…I’m down for that whenever you’d like.”

Hound blinked, their blush returning in full force. They whirled around to address them, their mouth open…but they couldn’t come up with anything to say. Finally, they stammered, “T-This is not the time for jokes. Let us return to the hunt.”

Fuse smirked and followed after them. They made their way onto a high hill that overlooked the arena. Bloodhound knelt down and brought the scope of their Sentinel up to their eye. Then, while they surveyed the area, Walter leaned down and got close enough to whisper, “I wasn’t jokin’.”

The hunter yelped and accidentally fired their gun. The sound rang out over the arena and, most likely, alerted any nearby squads to their position. Slowly, Hound lowered their weapon and leered at him. The Salvonian defensively raised his hands.

“Just thought you’d wanna know.” He teased. Just then, a smoke bomb came launching at them from afar, exploding at their feet. Hound flinched and pulled the man down to their level before they used their tactical. Bangalore was pushing up on their location with Newcastle bringing up the rear. The hunter looked at their teammate and huffed.

“The andskoti are aware of our position. I’d like to focus our attention on the hunt now, Walter.” They insisted, swapping their sniper out for their assault rifle. Walter got back up and readied their Mother Lode.

“Alright, I’ll behave. Let’s win this bloody game, ay?”

Walter made good on his promise up until it was his turn to pick them up. Despite their best efforts, Hound’s mind kept wandering, and they weren’t as focused as they claimed to be. And Walter didn’t make it any easier when he said, “You ain’t dyin’ until you take me out, Houndy. Hunting, I mean.”

Bloodhound exhaled as they were pulled back onto their feet. They shook their head, a smile tugging at the corner of their lips. “Have you forgotten your promise?”

Fuse snickered, saying, “I guess I can’t help myself.”

Later, when the match was over, Bloodhound decided to bring Walter two cases of his favorite beer. They figured it would be as good a gift as any, especially since they owed him at least two rounds from previous matches. They descended the drop ship and followed the scent of cooked meat to find him. When they did, they called, “Walter Fitzroy.”

Fuse looked up from what he was doing. He smiled. “Hey, Houndy.” he greeted. “Whatcha up to?”

For a moment, Bloodhound faltered, and the beer suddenly felt heavy. What if they brought the wrong kind? What if Walter didn’t like it? They took a breath and pressed forward, putting both cases on an adjacent table. “I brought a gipt for you.” They answered, turning both cases around so he could see them. “As a token of my gratitude for preventing my defeat in battle.”

Fuse beamed and, turning off the heat on the grill, strode over to them. “Well, cheers very much! You didn’t have to do that for me.” He answered, hooking his flesh arm around their shoulders. He squeezed. “Seriously, thank you.”

Bloodhound chuckled warmly and said, “It is no trouble.”

Fuse moved his arm and reached around them for a bottle, pushing it into their hands. “Come on,” he started, fishing in his pocket for an opener. “Let’s crack ‘er open, ay?”

There was only one person that Hound felt comfortable removing their mask around, and that person was Walter. They sat around the campfire Walter made and removed their respirator. Walter plopped down across from them, popping the cap off of his beer.

“So,” he drawled, his grin illuminated by the glow of the fire. “Whaddya wanna toast to this time? Our win? Maybe health and good fortune? Or…”

Bloodhound tsked, smirking. They knew where this was going, and they weren’t going to follow him. “As I have already told you…” They answered, watching the man’s grin widen. “I did not give a toast to butt smacks.”

Walter threw his head back with a laugh. “That’s exactly what you did!” he insisted, slapping his knee. “I know what I heard. Those words literally came outta your mouth.”

“You misheard me!” Hound protested, snickering. Fuse smirked and, leaning forward, he clinked his bottle against theirs. Then, both Legends took a sip of their drink.

“Look, all I’m sayin’ is that if ya ever wanted to smack my arse, you could go right ahead. I wouldn’t mind.” Fuse said. “Hell, I reckon I’d like it.”

Hound choked on their drink. “Walter--” They coughed, putting their bottle down. Fuse chuckled.

“I’m not sayin’ you have to, just that the offer’s on the table.” He responded, winking. Bloodhound cleared their throat and slowly nodded.

“...I understand.” They replied. They picked their bottle back up and took another sip. Walter did the same. His eyes flicked over to the hunter every now and then, noticing that their face was getting red. He grinned.

“You’re thinkin’ about it, aren’t you?”

Hound’s blush darkened and they frantically shook their head. “Nei! I am thinking of no such thing.” They blurted out, slightly turning away from the Salvonian. “I simply underestimated the strength of the flames..”

“Then why’d you turn away from me?” Fuse pressed on, getting up to sit beside them. Hound dismissively waved their hand, mumbling something, and still refused to turn back around. Walter gently poked their back. “Houndy~”

Hound fidgeted, but otherwise didn’t respond. Walter poked them again, this time aiming for the back of their ribs, and he heard them gasp. He kept on doing it, keeping up with their squirming, until the hunter finally reached an arm around. They batted at his hand.

“Enohough..” They tittered. Fuse grinned and slowly moved closer to them.

“Hard to hear ya when you’re givin’ me the shoulder. What’d you say?”

Hound felt Walter’s presence getting closer. They turned around right as he jabbed at their hip, making them yelp loudly. They threw their hand over their mouth, praying to the Gods that no one heard them.

Then, still snickering, Hound whispered, “Plehease dohohon’t do that…”

“What? I still can’t hear you. Move your bloody hand outta the way!” Fuse laughed. He kept on advancing towards them, boxing them in between himself and the corner. He reached for the hunter’s wrist, but they pulled it back. Now, just within an arm’s length of them, Fuse warned, “I ain’t gonna ask again, Houndy.”

Bloodhound raised their free arm, preparing to defend themselves. The playful glint in the Salvonian’s eye was undeniable. And, they realized that they didn’t have any escape routes where they didn’t have to go through him. The hunter slowly extended their arm out, gently pushing him. “Walter, please. Give mehehehe a mohohohment—”

Instead of going for their hips again, Walter returned to their ribs, attacking them with light pokes. Hound flinched and moved their hand from their face, squirming more vigorously.

“Noohohohoho!” Hound whined, belting out a laugh whenever Fuse got a sensitive rib. They grabbed onto his hands to keep them at bay, but Walter kept getting one hand free and resuming his attack. So, Hound pivoted their body to the side, using their free arm to block some more. “Stohohohp it, Wahahahlter!”

Instead of complying, Walter wrenched both hands out of their grip, pushing them under their arms. He prodded at their armpits, earning a yelp of laughter. His hands ended up trapped under their arms, but it didn’t stop him from tickling. Hound yelled and laughed harder, making the Salvonian grin.

“Ah, there ya are! Thought I lost ya for a second.” Walter chuckled. It wasn’t easy to bring the hunter down; they were strong, and he had to really worm his fingers along their armpits before they finally fell. Then, he kneeled over them, working to get ‘em pinned down. He scooped their wrists up into his metal hand and pulled them above their head. Now that there wasn’t anything hiding their face, he could easily see their flushed cheeks and wide grin. “What’cha blushin’ for, mate? Was it somethin’ I said?”

Hound’s eyes widened and they struggled harder to free up their hands. They turned their head away from Walter’s teasing grin. “I already tohohold yohuhu…” They panted, tugging against his grip. “I became overheated…”

“Heh, that’s a hell of an understatement.” Walter, keeping their wrists in his metal hand, resumed his tickle attack on their armpits. This time, he took his thumb and dug it into their hollows, earning more laughter. “And you’re sure it has nothin’ to do with what I said? Nothin’ at all?”

“I ahahahm cehehehertain!” They repeated. They arched their back and laughed louder when Walter scratched his thumb around in circular motions. “AHaha! PLehehehehease dohohohohn’t!”

Walter snickered; getting Hound to laugh was a treat on its own, but being able to see their smile was the icing on the cake. “Fair enough,” he shrugged, dropping his hand onto their rib cage. This time, he scratched between the bones giving extra attention to the spots that made them yell. “I still ain’t lettin’ you go, though.”

“Whyhyhy?!” Bloodhound yelled. They drummed their legs against the ground when Walter switched from scratching to kneading in between their ribs.

“Because! I didn’t know you smiled like this when I make you laugh,” Fuse responded, suddenly gripping their hip bone and squeezing. Hound, bucking their hips, screamed and cackled. Walter did it again, having to sit down on their legs to keep from falling off. “Haha! I wouldn’t miss this for the world, mate.”

“NOHOHOHOHO! STAHAHAHAP!” Hound yelled, writhing under his weight. They bucked again when he drilled his thumb into their hip. “REHEHELEASE MEHEHEHEHE!”

“Fine, but only cause I like you, ay?” Walter grinned. He let go of their wrists, as promised, but went right back to attacking their hips. This time, he grabbed onto each hip and dug all ten of his fingers into the bones. Hound thrashed against the ground, trying to get him off of the awfully ticklish spot. Their hands shot forward and gripped onto his wrists, pulling frantically, but he wouldn’t budge.

“THIHIHS IS NOHOHT WHAHAHAT I MEHEHEANT!” They laughed, squeezing his wrists. Fuse laughed along with them and pinched just above the hip bones. Hound yelped and threw their head back, laughing harder. “WAHAHAHALTER!”

“What? I let you go, didn’t I?” Walter playfully tutted, continuing to tickle the spot just a hair above the hip bones. Hound bucked again, dipping into hysterics, and made it that much harder for Fuse to keep tickling. “Now what’re you whinging about?”

Hound was laughing too hard to answer him. So, after re-pinning their arms above their head, Fuse poked at random spots along their armpits. The hunter panted, their hysterical laughter dying down to heavy giggles.

“Plehehehease stohohop tickling meehehehe…” They gasped, flinching when he flicked his nail at the center of the armpit. Fuse scoffed.

“Nope, what’d I say? I’m lovin’ this smile you’ve got.” He said, poking their cheek to make a point. When he smiled again, it was a kinder, gentler smile, unlike the previous teasing ones. “It suits ya.”

Once their breathing regulated, Hound nodded politely, slightly bowing their head. Although they were comfortable in removing the mask around him, the compliments were new, and it gave them butterflies. “Thank you, I appreciate you saying so.” They replied, smiling. They moved to pull their hands down, believing he was done tormenting them…but Walter hadn’t loosened his grip. Fuse smirked at them and squeezed their wrists. That was all the motivation Hound needed to renew their squirming. “B-But surely there are other methods…!”

“Oh, I don’t doubt it.” Fuse agreed, poking a finger back into their ribs. Hound recoiled to the side and yelped. “But they wouldn’t be as fun as this.”

“No! Wahahahahahait!” Hound pleaded, jumping again when he poked the opposite side of their ribs. They tried to reel in their giggles and focus on escaping…but Walter wasn’t making it easy for them. They shook their head, twisting from one side to the other, while his hand danced across their rib cage. “Yohuhuhu dohohohn’t hahahave tohohoho dohoho this!”

“Like I said, it’s too damn fun.” The Salvonian repeated, raking his nails along a particularly sensitive rib in the middle. He wasn’t tickling very hard but, from the way Hound was giggling, it was hard to tell. He chuckled. “I’m barely touchin’ ya! You’re just a cute lil’ bundle of nerves, aren't cha?”

And just like that, Hound blushed again. They opened their mouth to answer, but ended up arching their back again when Fuse poked a finger into their hip.

“NOHOHOhohoho I am nahahahat!” They argued, yelping out a laugh when Fuse poked into their other hip.

“Liar,” Walter shot back, smirking. Although it was easier to tickle them when pinned, it kept him from getting to both of their hips at the same time. So, he let their hands go again and went for the spots, latching on despite Hound grabbing his wrists. He squeezed again, again, and one more time for fun, leaving the hunter in stitches.

“WAHAHAHALTER PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” Hound yelled. They bucked their hips repeatedly and pulled at his wrists with all their strength, but it didn’t deter him. Their laughter echoed into the night as they kicked and bucked. Just before their laughter could go totally silent, Hound noticed that the flames of the campfire were dimming, and it was their only usable life line. “STAHAHAHA! THEHE--THEHEHE FLAHAHAMES!”

Fuse halted their tickle attack, arching a brow at them. “What?”

Bloodhound breathed heavily, blinking the tears out of their eyes. “Yohuhuhu need…tohoho relight thehehe fire…”

Fuse glanced over at the campfire. “Oh, right. Don’t go anywhere, ay?” He responded, giving their hips one more squeeze before he let them go. The fire had gone down a lot, and it’d take some work before he could get it bright again. Bloodhound rolled onto their side, still trying to catch their breath. By the time they did, Walter was still working on the fire, and they’d gotten up to finish their drink. Fuse heard the shuffling behind him and glanced over his shoulder.

“Houndy, where’re you off to?” He called, having to squint in the darkness. Bloodhound, however, was accustomed to the dark, and could see the Salvonian just fine. They opened their mouth, but then closed it, toying with the idea of revenge. They remained silent and began approaching him from behind. They were quick to grab their respirator and attach it back to their mask. Their steps were slow and deliberate, as if they were stalking prey, and they made little to no noise. Walter whirled around to where he thought he heard them, but he still didn’t see anything. “Alright, very funny, mate. I can’t see a damn thing! Can’t ya just tell me where you are?”

Hound smiled and refused to say anything…until they were close enough to attack. “I am right here, Walter.” They whispered, suddenly seizing his side and squeezing. Fuse yelled in surprise, turning sharply, and falling flat on his butt. He didn’t land anywhere near the fire, but his scream kind of made him wish he did. Bloodhound snorted.

“I apologize. I thought you heard me approach.” They said, snickering. Fuse narrowed his eye.

“Oh no, you’re not laughin’ at my expense! Come here,” He shouted, grabbing their leg to pull them down. Bloodhound went down, again, but not without a fight. For a while, both of the Legends’ laughter filled the night sky. But ultimately, because Hound didn’t get Walter’s metal arm off in time, the Salvonian won the tickle fight and re-pinned them down. He squeezed and tickled all along their waist and hips, making them howl with laughter.

“STOPSTOPSTOP!” Hound cackled, but Fuse refused to let up. If they wanted to laugh, he’d make them laugh.

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