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hello !
could i request a hound x reader (afab, but any lingo is honestly fine!) with a virgin s/o ? the ones i found always had the reader act all cute and shy all the time (not even during The Do) because she was a virgin so my bratty ass is just standing there
also, i can’t wait to get paid just so i can tip you or commission something because oh heavens i love the way you write ! it’s always very well made :D
Tips are always the sexiest but rarest thing I receive so I am EYEBALLS but also tysm! As for this request, reader will be Gender Neutral and have a vulva bc I don’t do gendered readers!
!!!Minors and No Age In Bio blogs dni or you will be blocked!!!
Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Reader is gender neutral and has a vulva, My Bloodhound headcanons, return of Hound’s massive toy collection, mentions of Hound being a Leetle rough
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Virgin? Not an issue. Bloodhound is fully well aware that even the concept itself is not even a Real thing. Of course, if it is important to You, then it is important to them and they won’t make fun of you for using the terminology. Though, it is interesting when you bring it up, Bloodhound never really considered that you would have never had any sexual relations, not with your attitude.
You come off snarky and flirty. You dance around them in a way that makes them feel alive, like a breath of fresh air with your personality. You bite back at them when they sigh at you, you always have a quip back to them even with their own underhanded, subtle sarcasm and cocky attitude. You keep them on their toes, something they learned to like a lot about you. Especially when you were even the first one to ask them out on a date.
Curious little thing you are. They like that you’re able to bare your teeth back at them. Bloodhound is no virgin, at least, depending on what your concept of it is. They like to touch their partners, anxious to be touched back unless they warm up further to you. They admit this to you, offering that they would simply like to touch you instead, and that’s when they learn that this was really your first time doing Anything.
They offer to go slow, but you roll your eyes and scoff, “Hound, I’m not a child, you won’t break me.”
And they pause. Looking at you with a quirked brow and a cock to their head. Looking ever the predator even as you put your hands on your hips and look final in your decision. “...As you wish.” They’d hum, moving in to kiss you and yanking your hips against them with a snarl when you try to act bratty and move from their grip.
They ruin you with their tongue, eating you out and digging their nails into your hips to bruise you as you cry out and twist your fingers in their long crimson curls. The more you moan and squirm and cry, the more Bloodhound moans and becomes messier. Making you cum again and again long before they even get any toys out.
You’ll soon learn about their arsenal when you’re on your fifth orgasm and they’re whipping out a third vibrator and introducing you to their strap on (smaller, for your sake, until they train you to be a good little size queen), and fucking you raw with a hand around your throat and snarling for you to thank your god.
Virgin? Sure. But you told them not to go lightly, and who are they to be a disobedient pup?
Hello, could i please request an imagine for Bloodhound with a reader that wants to induldge Bloodhound's knife kink. So they buy some special knives, and suprise Hound with them. Thank you!
Me who has 100% done plenty of stuff for Hound and their knife play interest.
Me, also: Absolutely. Why not Another one, ya know.
!!!Minors and ageless blogs dni or you will be blocked!!!
Warnings: R18+/NSFT, knife play, predator/prey kink, chasing, sexual threatening????? Reader is gn and ambiguous!
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Hound has lots of knives. All are for special things. You notice this and curiously ask them about them. Their hatchet went into the arena with them- a gift from their uncle, as you learned, and was quite cherished. Their hunting knife, one they always had on them, was for catching prey. Another, bigger hunting knife was used to skin the thicker armored creatures, and so forth.
Imagine their surprise when you bit your lip and asked which one you could use for play time. Something that made their gaze turn away from the blade whittling a piece of wood and looking up at you practically twirling your hair and swaying. They gaze at you for a moment, calculating and curious, before a soft huff of a laugh falls from their full lips and they tell you that they do not Yet have a knife specifically for that. You are the first person to ask them of such a thing.
So you get them a gift. You give them a beautiful hunting knife, it’s shiny and black, the handle being of a custom made leather that’s dyed red. You wrapped it up nice for them in a little box, watching their face carefully as they’d taken it out, twisting it in their grip and giving it a toss to catch the hilt.
“A gift for myself, or a gift for you, beloved?” They’d tease, looking up at you from over the rims of their red tinted glasses and watching you smile that little smile that tells them all they need to know.
You get indulged. They stand to meet you, walking you back slowly until your back hits a wall and the blade’s flat edge slowly goes along the curve of your side, all the way up to your neck where the sharp blade is held just a breath away.
“My sweet, precious little prey,” They’d breathe, obviously getting off on how you whimper and squirm as they smile to reveal their sharp double canines. “Do you want me to hurt you?”
~Rest under the cut~
You swallow thickly, your tongue feeling thick like syrup as you whimper out, “Yes.”
“Do you want me to hunt you?”
“Y-yes-”
“Then run. Pray I do not make a meal of you now.”
And you’re off. You know their beloved game of chasing you through the woods off their cottage, knowing all the trails by now of Talos and where the bigger beasts would not be. You scramble through mud, not daring to look back behind you, because you know they’d only give you a small, merciful ten extra seconds to get ahead.
You try, you really do, trying to make it challenging for them by changing directions. But in the end, you should know how determined Hound is to see you made a mess of.
When they tackle you and you go rolling, you try to kick them off, yelping and squirming and managing to wiggle free, but that doesn’t last long. Not when you’re slammed onto your back, your arms yanked above your head with one of their gloved hands and the other holding that shiny new blade to your throat with a snarled, low voice telling you, “Hold still. You do not wish to bleed, do you?”
When you whimper, rolling your hips up into nothing where they rest on your abdomen, you can see their canines again as they grin.
“Good. Now, stick out your tongue. Like a good pet.” Their voice coos, watching as you obey so they can press the flat of the blade on your tongue and croon yet again. “Lick. Show me what your mouth can do, little one.”
And oh, who are you to say no?
How would Hound react to their partner wearing something like a bunny outfit?
Oh this is really cute!
Warnings: Suggestive but sfw, hints at Bloodhound’s primal play kink, hints of predator/prey
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They’d think it’s cute, probably huff through their nose of amusement and run a hand over the bodysuit on you and comment on how tempting you were. Bloodhound often makes playful remarks on how you are prey to them, no matter how big nor small you are. They often, also, call you prey related nicknames. Little rabbit, little mouse, etc. So to see you take those pet names into account is...both amusing and endearing.
Now, depending on your reasoning for wearing such an outfit, you’d get different responses. Are you wearing it for an event or an outing for something? Like perhaps Halloween and you are going to a party? Or maybe you’re doing some sort of fundraiser? They would not touch you. You are to be elsewhere and you are going to be busy, they do not wish to ruin your outfit.
But. If you’re wearing it FOR them? You can bet they’ll growl at you, maybe try and convince you for a game of chase. With their nails running up the tight body suit and their lips brushing your ear as they murmur the terms of their game and what they’ll do to you, sweet little rabbit, when they catch you.
Be careful, though. Even if you’re wearing it for an even like a Halloween party, if you tease too much, they may...convince you to stay home.
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!
Hi, same anon who asked about matchups! I’d like to match up with a masc character! though if there’s someone otherwise who you think would match really well with me then that’s fine too !!
Excuse me if this gets too wordy.
I’m an INFJ and i’d say i have a balanced and composed air to my personality. And i’m usually quiet, which makes people naturally intimidated by me. It’s also because of my straightforward, honest tone when i speak, elegant stance, and gothic fashion.
I’m not mean, just quaint and a bit standoffish until i start to read and understand other peoples energy. It takes time for me to relax a little, and show more of my passionate, spunky, and high-spirited side.
I’m also very whimsical, poetic, and spiritual at heart. I feel emotions for everything, as everything matters to me. I love love love to create. I’ll get into just about any form of artistry but i mainly draw and play a few string instruments. Especially the bass! My music tastes are mainly house, dnb, folk, rock, funk metal. I also do tarot readings and work on my spiritual self which has me “venturing off” sometimes.
And my love language is physical touch ! My touch is always gentle and helping once i’m comfortable enough with someone. I can also read ppl very well…
I think that’s all i can think of. Thank you for reading!
My immediate thoughts with the first part were Bloodhound, and after reading it all I still think Bloodhound but I'm leaning towards Mirage
In terms of Bloodhound here are my reasonings:
• They can respect your honesty with others, and they admire your unique sense of style
• They also would enjoy being around people as spiritual as they are, and would love enjoy any art that you create whether it's poems, music, or drawings
• Honestly, they just like being around people who know who they are and what they like
• Also, they need some love man, they yearn for physical touch they're just afraid of it
In terms of Mirage:
• My man is amazed by literally anything, he'll drop whatever he's doing to listen to you and to tell you that your creations are beautiful
• I have a headcannon that Mirage is into goth people hdhfjskks he's just some guy who is infatuated with cool aesthetics
• He's great at making people feel welcome and comfortable in my mind, man's literally friends with everyone
• He doesn't care if you're quiet, loud, "weird," energetic, he's just like "oh damn new friend :)"
• Also headcannon, he loves every single genre of music, and will jam out to pretty much any song
I'm very bad at explaining the thoughts in my head so I'm sorry this is so short shdhnskqk I'm realizing now I'm not very good at this oopsies
I hope you like it though!
im like a woman in a desert dying we are so depraved of bloodhound x reader stuff pls just give anything at this point 😭😭😭🤲🤲🤲🤲🤲
Don't worry pookie I am here to quench your thirst <3
Bloodhound is honestly my favorite character to write about and this one flustered me a bit dbsbbsjska
CONTAINS: established relationship, alcohol consumption, jealousy, possessiveness but in a non-toxic way, a little bit of spice, not full on smut but it gets pretty spicy >:)
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Celebrating a win was very popular amongst the legends. Mirage often invited everyone to the Paradise Lounge for some drinks and good laughter, even the less cheerful legends attended most of the time. Caustic could be found sipping beers and glaring at people, while Ballistic complained on and on about how they didn't even serve good tea.
Today, you sat at the bar between a very tipsy Fuse and an arguably even tipsier Valkyrie. Mirage popped in and out of the celebration as he served customers, but he always made sure your glass was full with whatever drink you desired.
"Mate! That wingman shot was bloody beautiful!" Fuse practically yelled into your ear as his metal hand clapped you on the back, making you wince slightly. Somehow, you had managed to pull off a win after responding in the last ring with only a wingman and one other teammate at half health. I guess whatever god is out there took the wheel because suddenly your aim was the best it's ever been and you downed the last two enemies with two headshots.
"I know, Walter. You've told me about fifteen times since we sat down." Rolling your eyes, you down the rest of your drink before scouring the crowd of legends to try and find Bloodhound. They said they'd be there, but you hadn't seen them yet. Although, it's hard to find anyone with the flashing lights and the alcohol starting to take effect.
Giving up, you turned back to your empty glass and smiling friends. If they didn't come, that was fine. They usually didn't enjoy settings like this anyway, they only only came to guide you back to room after you got wasted.
"The old man's right, though." Valkyrie added in, dragging your attention away from Bloodhound and back into the party. "Seeing you hone into the fight always surprises me, I swear your whole energy changes. It's fucking hot."
The pilot said it so nonchalant, taking a swig of her drink and signaling to Mirage for another like she didn't just call you hot. You couldn't tell if the heat on your face was from the alcohol or how flustered you felt. Probably just the alcohol.
"I'm gonna hafta agree with Valk on this one." Fuse said, still quite loud. He put his arm around your shoulders. "You make bloodlust look bloody sexy. No pun intended." His laugh is deep and booming, shaking your body as he leans on you. What the fuck is happening? You knew the two of them were flirty drunks, but you'd never had their affections directed at you before.
Again, you found yourself looking around the room, and this time you spotted Bloodhound leaning against a wall, watching you. Fuck. They were mad, you could tell. Even without seeing their expression you could practically feel the anger rolling off of them. The fact that Fuse was now playing with strands of your hair and Valkyrie had her hand on your upper arm didn't help your case at all.
You quickly got up, saying a small goodbye to your companions before making your way to a pissed off Bloodhound. They didn't even wait for you to get to them before they walked out the door, leaving you to hurry after them.
"What was that, elskan?" Their voice surprised you as you left the building, and you whipped your head around to see them beside the doorway. They leaned again the wall once again, arms crossed over their chest.
"I'm sorry, Hound. They were drunk and they surprised me and I didn't know what to do and I didn't mean to let them keep going and I-"
"Hush." Bloodhound interrupted your nervous rambling, holding a hand out in a 'halt' gesture. You shut your mouth as quickly as you possibly could, not wanting to anger them any more than you thought you already had. Before they continued speaking, they led you around the side of the building into a less visible alleyway. "I am not blaming you, I simply wanted to know what happened."
They weren't mad at you? Thank the Allfather. Having Bloodhound mad at you was something straight out of a horror film. Your body relaxed, but you still kept your head down instead of looking into their face.
"They got drunk... and we were talking about my win." You started your explanation again, slowly this time to avoid rambling. "Their compliments started getting flirty, and then they started getting touchy. I should've pushed them off, I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize. You are not responsible for the actions of drunken fools." Bloodhound grabbed your chin with a gloved hand, lifting your face to look them in the eyes. Well, where their eyes would be behind the goggles of their mask. "I trust you, elskan. I know that you are mine, and you would not betray me. Especially for someone like Walter Fitzroy."
You laughed, the tension leaving you as you slowly let yourself process the fact that they weren't mad at you. From the way their shoulders jumped slightly, you could tell they were laughing too.
"However," Bloodhound continued, letting go of you and reaching behind their head. "It seems like our other other companions need a reminder of who you belong to." You heard the familiar sound of their mask being unclasped, and soon enough you were really looking into their eyes as they set their mask along with their respirator onto an old wooden box beside the two of you.
You couldn't even speak before they grabbed your waist, spinning you around so your back was pressed up against the rough brick wall. You could only gasp as their hands gripped at your skin and their face nuzzled into your neck, leaving small kisses along your jawline.
"You are so beautiful. So perfect, ástin mín." Bloodhound muttered praise as the kisses slowly became more desperate. They nibbled at your skin lightly, not enough to hurt just yet. You looked towards the alley opening and whined slightly.
"Hound, someone could see us..." You grabbed at their shoulders, trying to push them back away from your neck. They pulled back, not even looking at the alley, only into your eyes.
"Would you like me to stop?" Bloodhound rubbed soothing circles into your hips, keeping your attention on them and not the possibility of someone seeing the two of you.
"No... but what if they see your face?"
"They will not. I will be too busy giving you tons of pretty marks."
Bloodhound didn't let you speak again as they dived back into the crook between your shoulder and your neck, sucking on the skin harshly. You couldn't suppress the moan that left your lips no matter how hard you tried, and you quickly slapped a hand over your mouth to muffle any further noise. They just continued to mutter praise into your skin while they savored every reaction you gave them.
It hurt, and you squirmed in their bruising grip. They were determined to mark you up until they were satisfied and wouldn't settle for any less. It was a miracle no one managed to walk past the alleyway while Bloodhound ravaged your neck and collarbones. It wasn't like you were being quiet either, the intensity at which they sucked and bit at your skin was enough to make tears well up in your eyes and to bring so many sinful noises from your mouth.
"I should just take you right here, where anyone could see how good I make you feel, elskan." They whispered in your ear, making your knees buckle and your eyes roll back. Good thing they were holding you against the wall, or you might've just fallen to your knees right then and there.
After what felt like forever, their teeth stopped grazing your skin and their grip on your waist loosened. You could feel their tongue darting out of their mouth to lick at and soothe the dark bruises they left on your skin. Your moans and whimpers turned to soft whined and sighs as the pain slowly faded into dull numbness. Bloodhound took a couple of steps backwards, looking at their work with a smirk.
"Absolutely gorgeous, kæri. Now, everyone will be able to see your devotion to me." They gave you one last look before grabbing their gear and putting it back on.
You just finished wiping any stray tears from your face before Bloodhound grabbed your hand and led you back into the Paradise Lounge. They escorted you back to your seat at the bar, giving you a pat on the head before walking back to the wall you saw them at before everything happened.
"....Bloody hell." Fuse's mouth was practically hanging open as he stared at the dark purple and red marks that littered your skin. "Didn't take Houndy to be the possessive type." He just laughed and shrugged before going back to his drink. Valkyrie had disappeared sometime during your absence, and all that was left was two empty soju bottles and a $20 bill on the bar.
"Yeah... So where did Valk go?"
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Thank you for requesting, I hope you like it!
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My lovely girlfriend requested some hardcore Bloodhound x reader smut, so here you go! It's the longest thing I've written so far on this blog hshdhsjja
CONTAINS: smut, primal play, bondage, getting hunted in the forest, praise, little bit of degrading, biting, breeding kinks, slight sex ritual stuff, voyeurism if you count the Allfather as a person, proper aftercare for once, AMAB bloodhound, they have a penis because I said so, gender neutral reader
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Bloodhound wasn't the type of person to ask for much sexually, preferring to go along with what you want and ask for. So it was incredibly surprising when they nervously came to you and brought up the idea of primal play. It was shocking, but you weren't against it.
Obviously, you started off slow to warm up to it. Bloodhound started putting you into mating presses more often, even if it was already their favorite position. You swear you could hear them growling under their breath as they fucked into you, pressing all their weight on top of you and keeping you trapped under them. And the bite marks they would leave along your shoulders and chest were hard to explain to anyone who saw them. But it was so good. They way they claimed you like you were some kind of weak bitch made you cum the hardest you ever had in your whole life.
Safe to say, primal play was one of the most popular things in your sex life. So, when Bloodhound came to you again, more confident this time, you were excited to hear what they would suggest.
"I would like to do something more, in terms of these... primal urges." They said, standing by you as you prepared a meal in your shared kitchen. Bloodhound had just come home carrying some fish from a river nearby and handed them to you to cook. It was just the way things were between the two of you. Obviously, they were the better hunter, so in order to balance chores you cooked whatever they brought home.
"What were you thinking of?" You responded, eyes still honed in on where the knife you held slid through the flesh of the fish.
"I would like to... hunt you."
It took a moment for the words to register in your brain, but when they did, you immediately put the knife down and turned towards them. Bloodhound still wore all their gear, and suddenly it felt intimidating. They moved closer, caging you against the counter with a hand on either side of your waist.
"Litla kanína, I want to chase you. To catch you. To claim you. I want you to run from me, and I want you to hide from me while I hunt you down like the prey that you are."
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So that's how you got here, sharp thorns scratching your ankles and calves as you ran through the trees as fast as you could. You had nothing on you other than your clothes and an alarm keychain as a sort of 'safe word.' Bloodhound said they'd give you a five minute headstart, and you intended to use it to get as far away as possible.
The autumn leaves were crisp under your feet as you ran, not even trying to be quiet. Your body was acting purely on instinct, not knowing what to do in a situation like this. Seeing a small alcove made out of fallen trees, you turned towards it and shuffled under the cover.
Breathing heavy, you sat down on the ground, trying to make yourself as small as possible. Frozen in fear, you zoned out in your small shelter, and before you knew it you could hear footsteps dragging on the forest floor. They weren't trying to be quiet either. They wanted you to know they were close. They wanted to make you feel the fear take over your body as they gradually got closer, and closer, and even closer.
Putting a hand over your mouth, you tried to breathe as shallow as possible to make less noise, but your breaths were shaky and uneven. Your hands shook as you could hear the gentle hum of Bloodhound's respirator working, and as they paused their steps.
"Kanína, I know you're here.~" Bloodhound called out. Their voice scared you, but at the same time you couldn't help the warm feeling in your lower stomach. You pressed your body even further against the tree bark behind you, closing your eyes.
"You must learn to cover your tracks, elskan. Something dangerous could find you.~" Their voice trailed off, and you couldn't hear their footsteps anymore. Did they leave? They must've left. There was no sound at all.
After a few more minutes, just to be sure, you inched your way out of the alcove and looked around. Not seeing anything, you stepped out into the open.
Pretty much the second you took the first step, you heard swift footsteps behind you. Before you could react, a gloved hand reached around to cover your mouth as another wrapped around your waist, pulling you against a body. Eyes wide open, you brought your hands up and gripped at the hand over your mouth, scratching at it lightly as you were dragged with the person.
"Greyið kanína, you have not learned anything, have you?" Bloodhound's voice made you relax slightly, realizing you weren't really in danger. However, their hand still covering your mouth and the way they now spun you around and pressed your back against a tree made you panic again. You looked them over, eyes darting over their frame. They had shed their jacket, leaving them in a compression shirt that showed off their muscles, along with their mask and cargo pants.
"I have caught you, ástin mín. Now, I get to ravage you all I want.~" Bloodhound pressed a leg between yours, keeping it high enough that you couldn't escape without falling. They reached into a pocket in their pants and pulled out a bundle of smooth, red colored rope that was usually stored in your bedside drawer.
"I am going to take my hand away. Will you behave?" They questioned, tilting their head and holding the rope in front of your eyes. You nodded desperately, nostrils flared as you breathed frantically. Slowly, Bloodhound pulled their hand off of your mouth and began unraveling the bundle of rope.
You didn't dare speak. You kept your hands by your sides. You barely moved. You could be bratty some other time, this time, Bloodhound was just so intimidating that the thought of disobedience didn't even cross your mind. With the now unraveled rope, they positioned your hands together in front of you and wove it around your wrists and forearms.
"You are so obedient, even when you are being hunted down to be my meal.~" They leaned in closer as they finished binding your arms and lifted them above your head. Bloodhound's chest was pressed against yours, and their knee pressed further against your crotch as they tied the other end of the rope around a branch above your head.
They left you there for a second, stepping back now that you were stuck in place. A small whine left your throat as the warmth between your legs disappeared. Bloodhound just shushed you before reaching into another pocket of their pants and pulling out a pocket knife. They brought it up to your throat and you closed your eyes, wincing. The pain never came, though. Instead, you heard clothes ripping and the wind against your chest. They had cut your shirt open and discarded the pieces onto the forest floor.
"Hound..." You whispered weakly, looking at Bloodhound's masked face. They tilted their head at you, reaching down to begin undoing your pants.
"Do not speak, kanína. Unless it is the safeword, I do not want to hear anything from you other than your sweet cries of pleasure." They pulled your pants and underwear from your body, exposing you to the air.
You tried to cross your legs and hide yourself, feeling extremely exposed in the open, but Bloodhound simply kicked your legs back apart. They just stared at you, looking up and down your body before reaching behind their head to undo their mask.
"You will be a perfect offering for the Allfather." They said, taking off their mask and laying it gently on the ground. Almost instantly they had their mouth on you, nipping and licking at the skin of your neck. It was so aggressive and desperate it almost hurt. They kissed your skin like they were starving, like they hadn't eaten in days.
Slowly, trailing kisses the whole way, they made their way down to your nipples, biting and sucking at them, making you gasp. Bloodhound made sure to abuse each of your sensitive buds before moving on. They bit as your stomach and hips, hard enough to leave bruises. As you squirmed and whined, they finally made their way to where you needed them most.
Bloodhound licked a slow, long stripe from the bottom to the top of your sex. Smirking at the way you whimpered and shivered. After way too long, they finally took you into their mouth, sucking hard before backing away almost immediately. As you whined in protest, they stood and reached into a pocket of their pants again (look, they have cargo pants on, there are many pockets). Holding a small bottle of lube, they kneeled back down in front of you.
You watched as they poured a generous amount of lube on their fingers, spreading it between their thumb and fingers. Lifting one of your legs over their shoulder, Bloodhound placed their fingers against your hole. Their calloused fingertips were a pleasant sensation as they teased around your sensitive opening, only slipping a finger inside once you were desperately grinding down. They ignored all your whines and whimpers, going slow and making sure you were adequately stretched.
"I want to make sure you are prepared because I will no longer be gentle after this." Bloodhound stated as they stood from the ground, wiping their hand against their pants. They sighed as they undid the button, opening the front of their pants. "Aumingja litla druslan mín... I am going to destroy you.~"
Bloodhound practically growled the end of their sentence, tugging the waistband of their pants and boxers down a couple inches so they could free their length. You stared, wishing nothing more than to drop to your knees and swallow them whole. But unfortunately, you were still tied to a tree. So you just whined and struggled against the rope, begging for any sort of attention from them.
"Hush, ástin mín." Bloodhound once again lifted one of your legs, bringing your knee almost to your chest. You had to stand on your tippy toes to accommodate for the position. They stood between your legs and the head of their hard cock teased against your entrance.
Bloodhound rubbed themself a couple of times along your hole before sliding the first inch of themselves into you. The groan they let out was animalistic, and you winced at the stretch. They were practically panting against your neck, holding themself back from pounding into you. They lifted your other leg, pressing you against the tree trunk so it scratched uncomfortably against your back.
"Kanína, you are so warm and tight.~" They began inserting the rest of their length into you. As Bloodhound's hips met yours, they let out a strangled whine as they nuzzled into your neck even further. "Please forgive me for my lack of self-control."
That was their only warning for you before they pulled out and slammed back into you as hard as they could, making you yelp in surprise. Your eyes flew wide open as they started to plow into you faster and harder than you thought anyone possibly could. The pain of your back against rough bark was completely forgotten as you cried out, hands curled into fists above your head.
You'd never experienced this energy from Bloodhound outside of the games. This wild, animalistic hunger. You'd seem them kill many times, you'd even been the one at the end of their axe a couple of times, and this energy was alarmingly similar. They really did see you as something to claim, something to devour. It made you feel so weak and helpless. It was fucking hot.
You could feel your eyes start to fill with tears from how overwhelming the feeling was. Their girth continually bullying its way into your hole, rubbing against all the right spots and reaching so deep inside you. And the pain. God, the pain of bark scratching against your back, of nails digging into your hips, of teeth biting at your skin. It was no surprise when you could feel your orgasm approaching very quickly.
"Hound-"
"Cum for me, I want to feel you."
Of course, Bloodhound could tell. With the way you were squeezing their cock with your walls, the way your back arched off the tree, the way you were panting like you'd never breath again. So as they hit that one spot that made you see stars, you came hard. Your legs shook with the force of your orgasm, and you leaned your head back against the tree, moaning loudly.
Bloodhound slowed their pace, bringing the pocket knife back out and cutting the rope keeping your hands above your head. The only reason you didn't fall was because they pressed their body against you and held you to the tree. You whimpered as they carried you away from the tree, getting on their knees and laying you on the forest floor. They pulled out of you, grabbing your waist and flipping you over onto your shoulders and knees with your still tied hands underneath you.
"You look so pretty, kanína. Quivering and covered in your own cum." Bloodhound said as they spread you open and inspected your hole. You couldn't turn to look at them with your face pressed against the ground, so when they suddenly pressed their tongue against your entrance, you flinched slightly. Their nails dug into the flesh of your ass as they ate you out like a starved man. "You taste divine.~ I need more of you."
Their tongue left your sensitive hole twitching with overstimulation, and you whined softly. Bloodhound didn't spare you for long though before they thrust back into you. You felt them press one of their boots against your head, pressing down so you couldn't move but not enough to cause pain.
"You. Are. Mine." They growled, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. All you could do was whimper and shake as the overstimulation became painful. Tears ran down your face and onto the leaves. "So perfect.~ Laid out so pretty before the Allfather.~"
The thought of being nothing but an offering in a god-worshipping ritual just made you feel even more overwhelmed, and you could feel yourself getting closer to climax once again. Bloodhound's thrusts became sloppier as they too chased their orgasm.
"I'm going to fill you up, litla kanína. Breed you full of my pups.~" Bloodhound huffed, taking their foot off your head so they could lean down and sink their teeth into your shoulder. The pain made you cry out, but also pushed you over the edge again. Your vision faded as you came, dripping onto the leaves.
Bloodhound's hips stuttered before they pressed as deep into you as they could. They growled and grinded their hips against you as they spilled their cum deep in your hole. For a few moments, they just sat deep inside you, panting.
You must've been fading in and out of consciousness due to the pain because you can't remember when Bloodhound pulled out of you and laid you down on the ground. You looked up into their eyes as they gently unraveled the rope that bound your arms. They smiled down at you, rubbing at the sore skin.
"You did so well, ástin mín." Bloodhound cooed, grabbing some gauze from their seemingly endless stash of items in their pants pockets and placing it on the bite on your shoulder. They brought a hand up to brush the hair from your face and rub soothing circles along your jaw. "Let me take you back home. You deserve to rest."
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Hunt gone wrong (Bloodhound x reader)
Going out hunting with bloodhound and their village was a good idea in the head but now that we are here, I am unsure. Hunting one of the bigger beast who has been putting the village in danger wasn't that smart when you do not know the terrain around you. Hound might have shown me on maps and told me about it but it's way too different when you finally are out in the field.
"jafningi minn, are you alright?"
Looking up from some tracks that I was following, staring up at bloodhound.
"Your head seems to be somewhere else."
Standing, rolling my shoulders, taking in a deep breath of the fresh air.
"Even with you talk me over about Terrain, I'm still unsure about it. I'm just scared that I might fuck everyone over with me not knowing it well enough."
Feeling them place their hand on my shoulder, making me turn to them.
"You will not, jafningi minn. You are one of the best legends I know. We will come out on top." Taking another deep breath, looking up at the sky.
"May the all-father guide us." Bloodhound nods, a small hum coming from their mask, as we moved forwards.
As we moved forwards one of the villagers signaled that the Goliath was sighted and that we should be on high alert. This is it, pulling the hunting knife from my back, holding it tightly in my hand. Let the hunt begin. Hound seems to stay close to me, their own axe held tightly in their hand. Seeing the crows circle in the sky, showing us where the Goliath is.
As we came closer, a roar letting us know that the beast was close and ready to fight us. Signaling hound that I will take position in the trees to give us a birds-eye view and to be able to jump the Goliath. I know we have Arthur, but it would do us good to have someone jump the beast. A scream ripped through the air, snapping us right into action, jumping through the trees, seeing the beast hold one of the villagers in its mouth.
With a scream, I jumped down, nailing my hunting knife in its skull. The Goliath dropping the Villager as one the others quickly pulled them away to help them. Pulling out another knife, stabbing it into one of the eyes. But a harsh shack and a claw almost coming down on me, I had to rip out my hunting knife and slide of the Goliath. Bloodhound jumping onto the beast's backside, making that back leg immobile.
A claw that they didn't see made harsh contact to their side, sending them flying. Landing and sliding away, a groan left their mask, I quickly cut open their front leg. Not enough, that claw quickly came down on me. Rolling backward, the claw missing me, one of the villagers throwing a spear, making the beast turn to them. With it distracted I rushed to bloodhound's side.
"You good?" pulling them up into a sitting position, they nod.
"I'm fine, jafningi minn, Let's finish this."
A grin pulled at my face, pulling them up as we took a look at what to do next. "Take out the legs and then go in for the kill."
"That would be the safest way to do it, jafningi minn."
With our mind set, we each picked a leg and we rushed back in, a roar coming from bloodhound themself. Beast of the Hunt was active, their lenses were bright red, this side of bloodhound was always a welcome one when you are on their side. Turning to the beast, I slide along the beast it's side and went for its front leg. My hunting knife deep in its flesh, ripping through the muscle. Seeing one of the villagers trying to help us.
"No!" the claw came down hard on the villager.
Rushing to the villager I jumped to them, pulling them into my arms and rolling away from the next hit.
"Sam!"
Harsh contact was made with my side as Bloodhound pushed me out of the way of a very angry beast. Them sliding away, lying completely still in the snow. Eyes wide, the villagers looked at their fallen warrior.
"Go! return to the village!"
And they did, rushing over to bloodhound, I pulled them into my arms. Trying to check for a heartbeat, with the layers of clothing I couldn't feel anything. A roar made me pull back from bloodhound, tears in my eyes, I picked up their axe. Taking in a breath, I rushed at the beast, hacking straight into its skull. A claw coming at me once more, I jumped back leaving the axe in its skull, but it scaped my head. Hair falling into my face, blood dripping down my face.
It didn't seem to be interested in me, Bloodhound seems to be the one it was after. Rushing over to them, I placed myself over them, glaring the beast down. It came charging at us with a loud roar.
"AAAAAAAAAH!"
Screaming my head off at the Goliath trying anything to make it back down. It stopped looking down at us, breathing heavy, I jumped up, nailing my knife into its other eyes, and continued stabbing at it. Breath fast and short I wouldn't let up, it had to die. A hand grabbed at my wrist, whipping around seeing bloodhound looking down at me.
"It's over, hermaður. You killed it."
Looking back down at the Goliath it was indeed dead, its head open with stab wounds. Looking back at Bloodhound, I threw myself at them, wrapping my arm around them.
"You're alright. I thought... you already got hit ones I just-"
Their mask leaned against my head, the cold of it stung against my head wound but I could care less, they were alright. Not motionless on the ground. Their hand, pulling on the back of my head, making me tilled my head back, it's seems like they were inspecting my head wound.
"Let's get you cleaned up, jafningi minn. After that, we can honor the beast by making use of it." Agreeing we returned to the village where they helped me clean up.
Staring down at the bones that I requested having, which they didn't have to be told twice. Bloodhound took a seat next to me, hand on my shoulder making me look up at them.
"You did well, jafningi minn. You killed the goliath, helping the village return to peace."
"I know. Thank you for letting me help, Bloodhound. I... Bloodhound what does that name you keep calling me mean?"
Bloodhound looked away from me, their sight now on the waters, their hand taking hold of one of mine.
"It means 'My equal.' as that is what I see you. We have been battling side by side for some time now. I see you as a strong warrior who never gives up. I think the all-father made our paths cross for a reason."
Softly smiling at Bloodhound, I turned to them. Giving their hand a soft squeeze, making them turn their head to me.
"I'm happy to have met you as well, Bloodhound. Having you next to me in the field, it makes me feel stronger and a lot safer. And over the time we spend together, I might have started to feel and look at you more than a friend."
Leaning down, they placed their forehead onto mine. I could feel them smile under their mask. Taking hold of my other hand as well, they lifted it to their mask pressing it asked my hand.
"Thank you, elska."
Recognizing that word from one of the other villagers, a grin pulled at my lips. A happy laugh leaving my lips, slightly pushing against their mask.
"Anytime, my love."
A chuckle left their mouth, pulling me against them, both of us looking over the water as the sun was setting. We might not have said it but we both knew how much we loved each other.
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Translate
jafningi minn - my equal
hermaður - Warrior
elska - love
I'm sorry if there are any spelling errors!
i do hope you enjoyed it tho! <3
Hunt gone wrong (Bloodhound x reader)
Going out hunting with bloodhound and their village was a good idea in the head but now that we are here, I am unsure. Hunting one of the bigger beast who has been putting the village in danger wasn't that smart when you do not know the terrain around you. Hound might have shown me on maps and told me about it but it's way too different when you finally are out in the field.
"jafningi minn, are you alright?"
Looking up from some tracks that I was following, staring up at bloodhound.
"Your head seems to be somewhere else."
Standing, rolling my shoulders, taking in a deep breath of the fresh air.
"Even with you talk me over about Terrain, I'm still unsure about it. I'm just scared that I might fuck everyone over with me not knowing it well enough."
Feeling them place their hand on my shoulder, making me turn to them.
"You will not, jafningi minn. You are one of the best legends I know. We will come out on top." Taking another deep breath, looking up at the sky.
"May the all-father guide us." Bloodhound nods, a small hum coming from their mask, as we moved forwards.
As we moved forwards one of the villagers signaled that the Goliath was sighted and that we should be on high alert. This is it, pulling the hunting knife from my back, holding it tightly in my hand. Let the hunt begin. Hound seems to stay close to me, their own axe held tightly in their hand. Seeing the crows circle in the sky, showing us where the Goliath is.
As we came closer, a roar letting us know that the beast was close and ready to fight us. Signaling hound that I will take position in the trees to give us a birds-eye view and to be able to jump the Goliath. I know we have Arthur, but it would do us good to have someone jump the beast. A scream ripped through the air, snapping us right into action, jumping through the trees, seeing the beast hold one of the villagers in its mouth.
With a scream, I jumped down, nailing my hunting knife in its skull. The Goliath dropping the Villager as one the others quickly pulled them away to help them. Pulling out another knife, stabbing it into one of the eyes. But a harsh shack and a claw almost coming down on me, I had to rip out my hunting knife and slide of the Goliath. Bloodhound jumping onto the beast's backside, making that back leg immobile.
A claw that they didn't see made harsh contact to their side, sending them flying. Landing and sliding away, a groan left their mask, I quickly cut open their front leg. Not enough, that claw quickly came down on me. Rolling backward, the claw missing me, one of the villagers throwing a spear, making the beast turn to them. With it distracted I rushed to bloodhound's side.
"You good?" pulling them up into a sitting position, they nod.
"I'm fine, jafningi minn, Let's finish this."
A grin pulled at my face, pulling them up as we took a look at what to do next. "Take out the legs and then go in for the kill."
"That would be the safest way to do it, jafningi minn."
With our mind set, we each picked a leg and we rushed back in, a roar coming from bloodhound themself. Beast of the Hunt was active, their lenses were bright red, this side of bloodhound was always a welcome one when you are on their side. Turning to the beast, I slide along the beast it's side and went for its front leg. My hunting knife deep in its flesh, ripping through the muscle. Seeing one of the villagers trying to help us.
"No!" the claw came down hard on the villager.
Rushing to the villager I jumped to them, pulling them into my arms and rolling away from the next hit.
"Sam!"
Harsh contact was made with my side as Bloodhound pushed me out of the way of a very angry beast. Them sliding away, lying completely still in the snow. Eyes wide, the villagers looked at their fallen warrior.
"Go! return to the village!"
And they did, rushing over to bloodhound, I pulled them into my arms. Trying to check for a heartbeat, with the layers of clothing I couldn't feel anything. A roar made me pull back from bloodhound, tears in my eyes, I picked up their axe. Taking in a breath, I rushed at the beast, hacking straight into its skull. A claw coming at me once more, I jumped back leaving the axe in its skull, but it scaped my head. Hair falling into my face, blood dripping down my face.
It didn't seem to be interested in me, Bloodhound seems to be the one it was after. Rushing over to them, I placed myself over them, glaring the beast down. It came charging at us with a loud roar.
"AAAAAAAAAH!"
Screaming my head off at the Goliath trying anything to make it back down. It stopped looking down at us, breathing heavy, I jumped up, nailing my knife into its other eyes, and continued stabbing at it. Breath fast and short I wouldn't let up, it had to die. A hand grabbed at my wrist, whipping around seeing bloodhound looking down at me.
"It's over, hermaður. You killed it."
Looking back down at the Goliath it was indeed dead, its head open with stab wounds. Looking back at Bloodhound, I threw myself at them, wrapping my arm around them.
"You're alright. I thought... you already got hit ones I just-"
Their mask leaned against my head, the cold of it stung against my head wound but I could care less, they were alright. Not motionless on the ground. Their hand, pulling on the back of my head, making me tilled my head back, it's seems like they were inspecting my head wound.
"Let's get you cleaned up, jafningi minn. After that, we can honor the beast by making use of it." Agreeing we returned to the village where they helped me clean up.
Staring down at the bones that I requested having, which they didn't have to be told twice. Bloodhound took a seat next to me, hand on my shoulder making me look up at them.
"You did well, jafningi minn. You killed the goliath, helping the village return to peace."
"I know. Thank you for letting me help, Bloodhound. I... Bloodhound what does that name you keep calling me mean?"
Bloodhound looked away from me, their sight now on the waters, their hand taking hold of one of mine.
"It means 'My equal.' as that is what I see you. We have been battling side by side for some time now. I see you as a strong warrior who never gives up. I think the all-father made our paths cross for a reason."
Softly smiling at Bloodhound, I turned to them. Giving their hand a soft squeeze, making them turn their head to me.
"I'm happy to have met you as well, Bloodhound. Having you next to me in the field, it makes me feel stronger and a lot safer. And over the time we spend together, I might have started to feel and look at you more than a friend."
Leaning down, they placed their forehead onto mine. I could feel them smile under their mask. Taking hold of my other hand as well, they lifted it to their mask pressing it asked my hand.
"Thank you, elska."
Recognizing that word from one of the other villagers, a grin pulled at my lips. A happy laugh leaving my lips, slightly pushing against their mask.
"Anytime, my love."
A chuckle left their mouth, pulling me against them, both of us looking over the water as the sun was setting. We might not have said it but we both knew how much we loved each other.
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Translate
jafningi minn - my equal
hermaður - Warrior
elska - love
I'm sorry if there are any spelling errors!
i do hope you enjoyed it tho! <3
Hi, I hope I'm not bothering you, I was wondering if I could get and Apex Legends Match Up. I’m a girl, I’m bisexual. Mexican. Very honest. I’m reserved and shy, it's not my thing to initiate conversations. Sarcastic, impatient, overthink, grumpy, scathing, ironic. I love memes, I breathe memes. Goth 24/7. Most of the time I prefer the old over the new. Poetry, music and painting is everything for me. Ideal date, dancing in the rain. I love nature because it gives me the feeling of freedom.
I match you up with bloodhound (:
-You both love nature, you guys would enjoy just walking through nature well probably holding hands. There's some beautiful places that they know and could show you.
-they wouldn't understand memes or vine if you reference them, they would be very confused.
-I feel like they would like painting with you, they'd try to paint you or recreate what you make, but they'll have to learn to be as good as you.
-they like how you're honest. They like how you don't sugar coat things when telling them is a good way to explaining it. They'll also be as honest with you as you are with them.
- I feel like they'll like some type of Lofi hip-hop to calm them down. They don't listen to much music anyway though so they don't really know what music they really like. He also has no opinion on poetry.
-you guys are opposites when it comes to patience. He is a very calm, collected, and patient person. And when you become inpatient they'll tell you to "please be patient or at least try"
-when it comes to dancing to the rain they don't dance... unless you bug them to, then they do, as long as no one is watching they'll dance.
-when you overthink tell try to reassure you and calm you down. Comforting may not be one of his strong siuts but he's better then some of the legends.
Requests are open again (: I do overwatch and apex legends scenarios, headcannons and match ups
Howdy! Can I please get an Apex matchup if possible (platonic or romantic is fine!)? It’s entirely fine if you’re too busy :)/pos
I’m a non-binary (both femme and masculine preferring), pansexual person without any preferences. I’m 4’11 and very petite and sickly, unfortunately, but I try not to let it bother me. I enjoy cooking and reading, but I’m decent at painting as well. I like to make different kinds of coffees too (I try to make a new recipe each day). I also know how to throw hatchets and knives (one of my uncles taught me). I’m touch-adverse as a result of being too afraid of coming off as clingy. I’m actually quite touch starved.
Personality wise, I consider myself to be a very calm and collected person on the surface. I’m very patient when it comes to other people, but I get frustrated when things don’t go my way as a fault of my own actions. I’m very reserved and quiet upon first meeting, and it takes a while to get out of that shell. I always trust my gut instinct above all else, and that helps determine whether or not to trust a person. I have difficulties trusting people with ease. Though, I’m actually very chaotic and excitable in nature. I’m in tune with peoples’ emotions, but I always neglect my own in favor of helping others with theirs.
Again, please don’t feel pressured to do this one!! :)
I match you up with bloodhound
They are really good at cooking, he could teach you how to make food his clan (I don't know what else to call it) thought them. They also prefers to grow his own crops instead of buying the crops at the store.
They do enjoy reading but don't do it very often do to how busy they usually are. But on his travels, if they finds a book they think you will like then they'll get it for you.
They also throw hatchets and knives. They could teach you some tricks and stuff to help you be better and soon a professional.
In the beginning of your guys relationship he won't give much physical touch but once you guys have been together for a good long while he will welcome it and will give you cuddles and hugs.
You two are exactly the same when first meeting people. Both are reserved before getting to know the person.
If there's anyone to really trust it would be him, they would never lie or do anything to hurt people he cares about.
They see how you put your own needs aside for others. They will tell you how you should take care of your own needs. If you still don't after they tell you he will make you have a self care day.
Hey! I'm here for an apex matchup!
I'm 19, turning 20 soon. I'm pansexual but here lately I've been leaning tworads men.
I'm 5'3", I use any pronouns but my original gender is female.
I'm a pretty outgoing person, I like going out on adventures and exploring alot but, that doesn't mean that I don't enjoy some peace and quiet every now and then.
I really like music, like alot. I'm often found listening to music, either singing along or just silently tapping along with the beat.
I think it'd also be good to mention that I'm a VERY chaotic person, depending on who I'm around.
Like, depending on how comfortable I am around certain people decides how crazy and rambunctious I am around them.
Likes: cooking, spooky stuff, drawing, animals, and fungi. And I absolutely LOVE it when people come up with nicknames/ pet names
Dislikes: centipedes, deep bodies of water, clowns, mannequins, and dolls
I match you with bloodhound
You both love to adventure, they are very careful when there doing it though, especially in the Mountains.
They like music but very diffrent type of music then people usually like. You know the flute like instrument that link pays in the Legend of Zelda? I feel bloodhound would play that instrument in there free time.
They also likes to to cook, but they don't buy the ingredients from the store, they like to grow them fresh.
Sometimes bloodhound will ask you what you're drawing. There the type of person to notice all the little details and point them out and sometimes complement it.
If you're ever with them well they are in the forest either hunting or something else, you are bound to run into centipedes sometimes, and if you kinda freak out about it, they'll pick it up and move it very far away well shaking there head.
could you do some bloodhound with a sick reader headcanons? :D
(Sorry this took so long)
First of all, bloodhound wouldn't give you store bought medicine. They would make there own remedies for you and the stuff they make for you works surprisingly well.
They would also make you tea go sooth your throat. They would make food that you want too. As long as you don't have to much sweets during the time you're sick, it's ok. They believe to much sweets won't make it any better.
They would be adamant that you drink tons of water. Water is important, especially when your sick. It helps get it out of your system.
Another thing that they would be adamant about is the amount of rest you get, they'll make you stay in bed, but they don't want you to have to much naps or you won't sleep that much during the night.
They wouldn't worry about getting themselves sick, they very rarely get sick, it's so rare that they don't even remember the last time they've been sick. So if they sleep next to you will be ok.
Bloodhound is by any means a cuddly person, but they will give you cuddles when your sick if you want. Use it to your advatage, they very rarely cuddle.