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I love the word ‘mount’; It’s the perfect work for what I need done to me. Preferably followed by the word ‘bred’ because yes. I get unironically flustered by those joke-ish posts about ‘mounting’ and ‘breeding’ because I need it done to me so bad //3. I am head, down ass up, presenting- please, I need someone to mount and breed me.
I’m not one to beg, but: please please drape yourself over me and fill me up, I’ll be such a good bunny please just pin me down and breed me, I need to be bred so full of cum, I’ll be good please please plea
I’m sorry, they did what?!
can I just say something? stretch marks are really cute. not in a "oh, you look cute, despite you're stretch marks" way. no, I mean that stretch marks are always 100% a bonus. like, I have a ton of stretch marks, especially on my thighs and butt. and I love them. I desperately want to kiss a butch while running my fingers along their stretch marks. literally, to me they're just as cute as hickeys or bite marks. and I don't see anyone talking positively about them at all.
thank you for the likes and followers !! the exhibitionism in me is excited that more ppl are seeing my horny thoughts djd
anyone got some cute pic ideas or even a nice cute outfit they would like to share with me? i just want to feel nice!
An imagine for @/Z0mb13_b100d_XD on Twitter! Though it ended up more of a drabble, really! But how can I resist revhound?
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Summary: Revhound. Revenant is jealous of how friendly Fuse is being to Bloodhound and wants to remind the hunter who they belong to.
Fandom: Apex Legends
Pairing: Revenant x Bloodhound
Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Bloodhound headcanons + they have a vulva, jealousy, possessive behavior, exhibitionism
Fleshsuits were always an issue to Revenant. Sure some were annoyances, some were just plain disgusting, but then sometimes? Sometimes even Revenant thought they had no place in the world. Breathing its air. Stealing the oxygen they didn’t deserve, their wet meat-bound bodies perfect for slaughter. No use for blood in them.
So who just was it that Revenant was so huffy about that even he thought they needed to take a walk down the rainbow road sooner rather than later?
Walter. Fucking. Fitzroy.
If you asked anyone, Walter was a kind man who would give you the shirt off his back and the last twenty dollars in his back pocket. Kind, charming, a friendly man.
To Revenant? He was competition.
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The hunter of his affections was getting all buddy-buddy with the pyrotechnical bastard. Revenant had heard them laugh-- laugh! This beautiful, genuine sound that only so far he had heard. Not the laugh they did when he said something they thought was petty and they’d do it in a mocking way. But a genuine laugh he’d heard when he’d visited their village and seen them helping children with their hair for the summer solstice festivities.
The day Revenant had seen them look at him with fire in their eyes, a hunger in their soul.
So why. Just why. Was his little hunter- his little red- sharing such intimate moments with this waste of space- this waste of a perfectly good new flesh rug of a man?
They’re on a duos. Revenant and Bloodhound. They’re as beautiful as ever all geared up and on the prowl of Storm Point. Their triple take is steady, Revenant’s sensors picking up how they hold their breath as they steady their aim and squeeze the trigger to pop some poor sucker’s head in one go.
It’s always erotic to him. How poised they could be. How they could be so collected and c-
“I wonder if Fitzroy is managing with Octavio.” Bloodhound’s words break his thoughts, and Revenant swears he sees red at the mention of his name. His name when they’re on a team. This is his time, and they’re still thinking about him.
Revenant’s snarl is not subtle. His new chassis makes it deeper, a rumble of gravel in his throat. The maw of his beast-like new suit clicks shut with metallic teeth, and he swears he can hear the way Bloodhound smiles behind their respirator.
The creak of metal is heard from how Revenant squeezes his mastiff hard enough to bend the metal. His voice coming out low as he turns his gaze down onto Bloodhound who has their head lightly tilted towards him as if waiting his response.
“If you think about him any more, maybe you’ll start developing an accident-prone personality like him. Growin’ like a cancer in your body.”
“You do not take kindly to my friendship with him?” Bloodhound’s voice is honest, if a bit teasing. Their gaze focused back on their scope. And for a moment, Revenant imagines they’re watching Fuse. That they’re watching him, even if they’re with Revenant right now.
His weapon creaks again. This time drawing Hound’s attention to him.
“You’re testing my patience, Red.”
“As you test mine by avoiding my question.”
Revenant couldn’t take it anymore. But, it’s as if Bloodhound was anticipating his behavior. When he practically throws them to the ground of the upstairs of the Control Center, he swears he hears their breath hitch in glee.
There’s a rush to undo their pants, a rush to get them even halfway undressed so he can yank them up. Their back against the wall, their legs folded in half towards their chest and their cunt in his face. All the while Revenant snarls filth to them as his long tongue buries into them, working them into a snarling mess.
“Yeah? Like that, Hound? You love my tongue, don’t you? Fuckin’ Fitzroy can’t even make you half the mess I do.” His voice is guttural, needy. Hound brought that out in him. The fine line of where beast and man lay.
Hound sounds like a dream. Their moans are desperate sounds, their hips trying so hard to hump against the silicone tongue that flicks across them. Revenant makes sure to keep his grip firm on their wrists, his long limbs keeping them suspended and pinned all at once.
No need to breathe. No need to pull back so his mouth could move to speak- his voice box does the trick even when he’s buried tongue deep in their pussy. His optics spin as he watches them, watching how their helmeted head tosses to the side, how their respirator hisses with each breath to accommodate their panting.
“Scream my name, baby. Let everyone hear you. Let Fitzroy know who you belong to, pup.”
Revenant imagines him running in here to take out a moaning, wounded enemy. He imagines Fuse’s face as he sees Bloodhound taken apart by a beast like him. He imagines how his face would fall, how Hound would be crying Revenant’s name like a mantra, a prayer. Like Revenant was the god they were the one sacrificing to-- worshipping.
“R-Rev-- Reva--” Their voice is a cry between snarls. Their body starting to shake, straining against him, their grip flexing in his wrists when Revenant’s tongue pauses on them.
“Come oooon, Houndie. Know you can scream louder than that. Wanna cum, dontcha? Let’s hear my puppy howl, hm?”
thinking about my hands rubbing on my boys tummy while i finger him to the point of almost fisting him