#Elliot Witt x reader

[danddymaro]

Cuddle | Mirage x Reader

sweet fluff where you lay next to Mirage

isn’t he sweet?

Word count: 235

Cuddle

As you lay on your bed, your belly was pressed against the mattress with your  forearms fitting snug in between a fluff of assorted pillows.

Elliot sleeps next to you without a care in the world, entirely vulnerable as he continues to snuggle into the comfort of the mattress even more.

He’s a heavy sleeper, one that tends to sleep through the morning time, while you wake up early. It’s not always by choice, but it tends to happen often enough for him to gloat about how you two are a perfect fit. 

Sometimes you can fall back to sleep, but on that morning you didn’t feel like making an attempt to try doing so. 

-Not when you catch sight of him. 

The way he scrunches his face makes you smile, but not any more than when he says your name in a little, whiney voice that has you softly giggling.

You shake your head too, amused, and tickled pink.

His voice is soft, nearly hoarse as he calls for you, not knowing you are right there with him, and the idea that he's in a world where anything is possible, yet he includes you, has your heart soaring.

your face gently warms as you brush your fingers over the messy curls that have become tangled during his sleep. The curls have become frizzed with his nighttime turning, and they've shrunk moreso, becoming tighter springs you adore.

It’s a shame he doesn’t wear his natural hair out more often.

 Soon, you can't help but have your fingers skim over one of his eyebrows before resting your hand over his cheek, lightly caressing it before your hand falls to his chin.

The second your thumb brushes over his lower lip his mouth puckers, and you can't help the way you feel, what you itch to do. 

You come down to offer him a slow, little kiss to his forehead before you leave a quick one on his lips, in the end unable to resist his charm. 

You then slowly melt onto the mattress with a little sigh that morphs into a yawn.  

You hadn’t been too sleepy before, but the longer you look at him, and you watch him sleep with such ease next to you, you think that it’s a better deal to cuddle up next to him again.

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

hihi! I saw you wrote for mirage aaaaand spare some n?sfw fic where Mirage and reader are making out and Octane bounds in?? thank you if you fulfill this request <33

Cockblocker| Elliot "Mirage" Witt

Reader: AFAB/she/her|

Note: Guys, please put the pronouns/gender of the reader you wish, or I'm just gonna do whatever gender I feel like, this is short too

Warnings: starts with smut, ends with octane cock blocking, fingering, making out, 18+

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Elliot fell back on the sofa, his lips covered in lipstick along with his face, his shirt lost somewhere on the floor with his loafers...Date night was going better than expected.

Y/n climbed up on his lap, her hands holding his face, thumb pulling on his bottom lip.

"Hey there handsome." Y/n smiled.

"H. Hey." Elliot chuckled nervously.

"Aw...is my boy nervous?" Y/n teased.

"W. What?! No!" He blew off, Y/n raising an eyebrow at him, "oh just kiss me again alright!"

Y/n laughed, his hands resting on her hips as she pulled her face to look up at her, she leaning down to kiss him, staining his lips even more with the deep cherry red color. Y/n pulled away.

"You look good with lipstick on." Y/n chuckled, her thumb pulling on his lower lip, he leaning his head forward to let her thumb slip into his mouth.

Y/n chuckled, Elliot was biting her finger, no enough to hurt her but to make her feel it.

"Hey!" Y/n pouted, pulling her hand away.

"Ooo did I bite? Sorry."

"Oh you little!"

Y/n grabbed the pillow closest to them and hit Elliot with it. He grabbed one as well and hit her back. A pillow fight started, and they both laughed as they got up, running around the room.

Elliot got her against the wall, knocking down a frame on the wall nearby, she laughing as he kissed her quickly. Y/n hummed with closed eyes and a smile into the kiss, Elliot dropping his pillow and Y/n's pillow following after. She wrapped her arms around his neck, he kissing her sloppily, sliding his leg between her legs.

"Elliot," she groaned.

"Mhm...shh.." Elliot mumbled, "I've got you..."

Elliot unbuttoned her shirt, anxious to get it off her, exposing her bare stomach and bra.

"I hate taking these things off." He argued she was laughing as she pulled her shirt off.

"Leave the good stuff for last.' Y/n chuckled, unbuttoning his pants and unzipping them. They hanging loose on his hips, "yet again i dont know if I can keep my hands to myself."

"All at once is good, too." Elliot recommended.

"All at once is good." Y/n smiled.

Elliot's smile widened, kissing her happily, his hands pulling at her pants, getting the button undone and her pants unzipped he slipped his hand in. His fingers teasing her soaked clit, causing her to pull away and moan softly, two if his fingers pushing into her.

"Fuck.." Y/n groaned, Elliot, kissing her neck only caused her to lean her head back more and grip his hair.

"Hey! Sis!" Octavio shouted, opening the door, "Had to get Wattson to hack the door code, why'd you lock it-"

Y/n looked Octavio's way, Elliot's hand still deep inside Y/n's pants. Elliot looked his way at the group looking at each other in horror before Elliot scrambled to take his hands off of her and fingers out of her.

"Elliot, ow-"

"Sorry! Sorry!" He spoke, pulling his hand out of her pants and stepping away; her wetness coated his fingers and out of panic he licked them clean as if he was just eating chips.

"I'm...just gonna go..." Elliot spoke quickly grabbing his shirt and shoes before leaving, passing bu Octavio quickly.

"Dude." Octavio argued, "What the fuck!"

"me what the fuck!? You what the fuck!" y/n argued.

[cryptonite-exe]

Can I please get some headcanons of mirage with a more alternative reader? like someone who dresses with a lot of chokers wears a lot of black and listens to lots of nu metal

no rushes though! love your writing <3

a new, real love | mirage headcanons

𓆩♡𓆪 pairing ; mirage x gn!reader

𓆩♡𓆪 a/n ; this feels like a self insert FJDFBHDS still thank you for requesting!

elliot could only describe you as "someone different from the others he's dated" and to him that was no understatement

he's had his fair share of women, men, and in between that the planets had to offer and he could say confidently that you caught his eye and peaked his curiosity the most

the announcement of your soon participation in the games had everyone curious in fact, but when elliot saw your banner something in his gut told him to go for it

and he made it a rule to never go out with colleagues

elliot with his very quick to crumble confidence made it his mission to whoo you over

and a mission success it was. you were charmed by the idiot that's now your boyfriend

at first, he was under the impression that you'd bite his head off if he ever breathed in your direction

but to his surprise, you shared a pleasant first conversation with him

elliot thought nothing negative of your aesthetic at all- rather, he found himself growing fond of it the more he saw you

he totally tried wearing your fishnets and the various accessories you had at your shared apartment only for you to catch him red handed

like a dear caught in headlights, he quicky became a stuttering mess trying to defend himself

"how cute" you'd say, kissing him on the temple before properly getting him the right clothes

for hours you both experimented on different outfits, some he liked and some he couldn't look himself in the mirror without the feeling of embarrassment

you discover that elliot is quite fond of fish nets both on you and now on himself

(quite explains the sudden clinginess when he sees you wearing it)

your music taste is definitely something he had to get around on

the usual music playing at his bar was either some stupid sexy song, justin bieber, or the weekend- clearly reflective of his character

so before you started dating, there was a time when you lent him one of your earphones

and the moment you hit play, elliot jumped from surprised, and so did his soul

yes it took him some time to get used to it but now he even got a playlist with songs you've recommended

the only downside now is his willingness to argue with you on which song to play

"hey no not this one, 'a match into water' is better" he says, skipping various songs from your playlist until it played

the more time you spend with him, the more you got to see how black elements started sneaking it's way into his usual pop of color clothes

some being from your own closet but oh well he loves it so much.

his lifestyle definitely changed, but who said it was bad? you filled something in his heart he didn't know he needed

one of his favorite activities now is jamming out with you at the early hours of day

who cares about the neighbor's complaints when he's too busy looking at you

© this work is by cryptonite-exe, please do not copy and post on any other platform.

[kkarmiic]

*sneakily pulls a request* Could I have Mirage with a gn!reader who just really really wants to spend Valentines Day with him, but they're WAYY too scared to actually say it? So it's a lot of gift giving, compliments, and physical nudges (all while reader is freaking out internally) before someone finally makes the dumb trickster realize what reader wants?? Thank you so much, sorry if this is super specific and have fun with it!! <3

# ‘ OBLIVIOUS GN!READER WITH ELLIOT 'MIRAGE' WITT - VALENTINE'S SPECIAL

🫐 ‘CONTENT AND WARNINGS

\\ synopsis: you want to spend valentines with your favourite trickster, however, he keeps missing all your signals.

+* genre: fluff

# 'warnings: miscommunication, alcohol mentions, slight angst

// authors note: don't apologize about it being specific! I had so much fun writing this! posted in time for valentines too!

Valentine's was close around the corner, about a week away, and you already had someone in mind. One Elliot 'Mirage' Witt. Before it was only a puppy crush, occasionally shooting him small smiles, wanting to hold his hand, however recently, it had spiralled, and you just fell harder and harder. Now, you couldn't get him out of your head but how could you just tell him you wanted to be his valentines? You couldn't! It was far too embarrassing, especially if he rejects you. After all, you wouldn't doubt there were more people than you wanting to be his date.

So instead, you formed a plan, one you weren't actually sure was going to work. Soon, you put your plan into motion, beginning with a sweet treat with a bakery you went to.

You found the perfect time to give it to him by going to the bar he works at for a late-night drink to 'unwind' and there he was, pouring drinks, as usual. And now there you were, with a box containing a singular salted caramel cookie.

"Mirage!" You waved, smiling at the trickster, who perked up at the sound of your voice, waving back as you took your seat.

"The usual?" He asked, already beginning to pour it. This is why you like him. He knew your favourite drinks, food, your fighting style, and he held open doors for you. Mirage was a true gentleman and you couldn't ask for anything more.

You simply hummed in response, retrieving the cookie from your bag, and placing it on the bar counter. "A gift."

Elliot was taken aback for a moment, almost over-pouring your drink, simply flicking his eyes between you and the treat, before sliding your drink to you and peering into the box.

"Oh... I hate this." He spoke at first, and your heart just sank before he laughed. "Just kidding! This is my favourite!" He practically beamed at you, and you returned the expression.

However, your interaction soon fleeted, his job doesn't end when you attempt to flirt with him, he still has other customers to attend to.

The second time you tried to gain his affection, was during a movie night you had with Octane, Mirage, and Crypto. Apparently gift giving wasn't the correct approach, it didn't work last time, maybe that wasn't the love language he liked to recieve.

You knew it was going to be a horror movie, that's what you had planned around. And you knew you were all going in your pyjamas. After all, your legend clothes would be so uncomfortable.

You were the last one to arrive, and they were waiting for you on the couch, a blanket folded neatly on the side.

Mirage's head turned, a soft smile forming on his face, again, as you walked in. Even if you didn't know it, Mirage enjoyed spending time with you, every time you walked into a room he was over the moon. Completely ecstatic with your presence.

"You look really good!" You spoke, even while not saying a name, you were looking directly at him, at his pretty hair, his pretty eyes, and the stubble that you could tell was freshly shaved. He was ever so pretty, he made the butterflies in your stomach erupt, and your heart feel like it was running a marathon.

You really liked him, no matter how many times you pushed your feelings away, or lived in denial, you liked him. No. You loved him. You loved Elliot Witt.

"Thankyou you too!" He remained with his peppy attitude, moving over so you could sit next to him, patting the empty space.

Everything was going exactly like you imagined, and so you sat there, listening to the idle chit chatter of the boys talking about the movie, and you'd occasionally come in with your own quip.

It wasn't until the jump scare where you really put your plan into motion. Your heart hammered and you yelped, practically jumping out of your seat. The position you ended up in? Your face in the crook of his neck, gripping onto his bicep.

"Fuck..." You muttered, letting out a laugh, hot breath on his neck.

"You alright?" He turned towards you, his smile even brighter than it was before. However, you still didn't let go of his arm, instead, tilting your chin up and looking into his eyes.

"Don't act like you didn't jump!" You teased, shaking your head, to which he mirrored your actions.

He took a moment to speak, laughing. "Nah! I wouldn't jump at such a ri- Uh.. Rid- Uh-.." He stammered, taking a moment to think before re-forming his sentence. "Stupid movie!" Mirage was obviously joking, and you couldn't help but notice Crypto staring at you from across the couch.

"Uh- Anyways." You spoke, fidgeting slightly, hands trembling as you asked him the big question.

"Do you want to.. hangout February fourteenth? You know.. Tuesday?" You looked up with hopeful eyes, shaking. You didn't specifically say Valentine's for a reason, at least this way, if called out, you'd have the benefit of the doubt. And you're so glad you did.

"Isn't that valentines day?" Mirage questioned, furrowing his brows, and your heart practically stopped.

You took a moment, acting confused for a moment. Playing dumb. "Oh? Is it? Hah." You tried to hide your disappointment. "Never mind." You slinked off of his arm, resigning yourself into the couch cushions, sitting in silence for the rest of the movie. Only laughing half-heartedly occasionally, you just hoped they couldn't tell.

You soon ended up in your room, legs tucked to your chest on your floor. You knew that he wouldn't like you. You knew it. So why did you get your hopes up? Idiot.

You stayed like that, curled in your room for a couple hours, just mulling over your feelings. It was sad, but there was nothing you could do now. Valentines was two days away, and Mirage, quite obviously wasn't interested in you. It was hopeless.

Sleep that night was restless, constantly waking up in a cold sweat from bad dreams, or the sheets being too hot. You were more tired after you woke up, than you were drifting off to sleep.

The next time you awoke, was not to your body temperature being unregulated or a bad dream, but instead to a knock on your door. It sounded awfully urgent and so you pulled yourself out of bed, body too groggy to even compute what was happening. That was until you saw who was there.

Mirage. That woke up you up far too quickly. Eyes as wide as saucers. He was sweaty, hair dishevelled and gasping for air.

"Fuck- Sorry. I probably don't... Look... Good right now." He spoke at last, and you moved to the side, inviting him in and shutting the door behind you.

However, you stayed silent, eyes on the ground, why was he running to you.

"Crypto told me you were trying to ask me out? For valentines?!" He seemed shocked at that statement, you didn't expect him to find out. It was awfully embarrassing and you couldn't even tell how he felt about you, about you trying to ask him out.

Before you could get a word in, he continued. "Is that true? Because- If it's... If it's true I'd really like to go out with you too!" And then you looked into his eyes, how hopeful they were, how he was like a puppy dog waiting on your answer, and you smiled.

"Yeah. It's true Eli." After a moment, he blinked once. twice. thrice and then grinned.

One step closer. Two. "Can I kiss you?" And you let him, let him melt into you, felt the butterflies erupt and your heart race, let him hold you, it's all you'd ever wanted.

Elliot 'Mirage' Witt, was officially your valentines.

POSTED BY: APOLLO

[mekakitsune]

Hiii! I loved reading your dating Mirage headcannons. I've been on a roll with simping and loving him That being said, I'd love HCs of how Mirage would act around his (major) crush on a newer Legend who is kind of oblivious to his care for them... so how do you think he'd act when they get hurt outside of a game?

Thank you so much if you fulfill this request! Your writing is truly admirable <33 take care of yourself and happy holidays!

thank you so much love, you are so kind! luv this request btw, i hope its want u wanted <3

cw: bloody nose mentioned quite a lot, elliot is a mess and so is reader..literally lol

mirage with a legend s/o;

pray for your squad mates. its painful to watch.

elliot is SO flirty with you in and out of the games, and ofc, you dont see it as anything unusual from the legend. hes like that with everyone....right?

makes it his own responsibility to keep you on your feet in battle, would probably leave someone else to die to come help you.

yeahhh renee was not happy with him after that one

definitely a bet going around to see if elliot will actually spill his feelings. its become quiet the conversation starter among everyone.

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you were training one day, something you all did regularly to stay on top of your game

and it can get pretty intense sometimes. but you all know your limits, thats why you called it quits with a bloody nose and a sore back after sparring with kairi.

she was spewing apologizes left and right, and you reassured her it was all in good fun, and that you were okay.

just as she holds out her hand to help you up, the door to the training room opens, and in comes elliot, ajay and octane not far behind him, in their own conversation.

to say elliot reacted immediately would be an understatement, by his reaction you would think you were sitting here being held at knife point.

"what the hell happened in here! we heard yelling... y/n?! youre bleeding?" he rambled on, not really giving either of you a chance to explain yourselves.

kairi steps aside for a moment only to come back with a small white box in her hand. a first aid kit. god knows how long thats been in here.

she passes the kit to elliot, giving a small grin and says "their all yours." with a pat on the back, before following the other two out the door, she turns back to you to mouth "sorry" with a wink. surely she hadnt...planned that.

it was painfully quiet in the room after that. elliot sits on the floor in front of you, opening up the small box to retrieve some gauze.

he hands it to you to place under your nose, and you take it quickly, not wanting to ruin the gym floor or your clothing any further.

hes quiet again, and you look past your hand to see him staring at you.

"she got you good, huh?" he said, with what could only be described as a pout.

"its just a bloody nose elliot...im gonna be okay." you said lightly, trying to ease the tension. he grins and shakes his head

"i know that. it...it just freaks me out to see people i care about get hurt, yknow." he said looking away

you let out a small laugh at his statement. "aw..you care about me? what happened to "dont get close to anyone"? you reminded him of what he said to you when you first came to the base.

while his advice rang true in a place like this, you couldnt help but share his feelings.

"you have...no idea" he said softly, looking at you again. you are only now realizing how close you two are, his face mere inches away from your own.

a few more moments go by, and he finally breaks the silence again.

"can i say something?" he askes, sounding nervous.

"of course" you respond curiously.

"i really want to um...i really want to kiss you right now..." he said, cheeks flushed. "i mean only if you want to i dont want to ma-"

you cut him off with a laugh. he looks horrified honestly and it only makes you giggle even more.

"normally, id say go for it. but im kinda bleeding from my nose right now" you giggled as you watched his face turn even redder.

"yeah! yeah right...i knew that....obviously....whatever, lets go get that cleaned up yeah?" he said, obviously trying to change the subject. you giggled again and got up to follow him out of the gym.

"hey elliot?"

"..yeah?" he turned to you

you stood up a little bit taller to place a kiss on his cheek. stepping back you take in the shocked look on his face

"thats for helping me, and if you really wanna kiss me, wait till im not a bloody mess, yeah?" you grinned at him.

he groaned, turning around to walk out, but you knew he wanted you to follow him.

"i hope you realize what you do to me." he says to you with a grin. "but i will take you up on that...if its okay" hes still unsure. you take that as a sign to slip your hand into his.

"if it wasnt okay, i wouldnt be letting you waste your time on something like a bloody nose yknow" you laughed lightly, hoping to ease both yours and his nerves.

"cant have you like, bleeding out to death." he remarks, keeping his hand in yours. you laugh at his comment.

"wouldnt wanna let me die without that kiss huh?"

he groans again, but you dont miss the shy smile on his face.

[marsbar17]

Omggg people write for Mirage???

Idek what to request I just have this huge mirage brainrot rn and I need him😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I've gotchu man, honestly Mirage doesn't get the love he deserves so I'm here to deliver 🫡

Also I might relate to him just a tad bit more than a healthy amount but shhhhh

~Mirage x Reader Headcannons~

CONTAINS: NFSW further down

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《SFW》

• A lot of people see Mirage as a self-centered partner who always puts his own reputation and image above a relationship, but honestly this guy just wants and needs attention

• He'd be the most loving, caring boyfriend you've ever had because he gains his happiness from your happiness

• He's the type of person who constantly wants to be physically touching you, he puts his head in your lap when you're relaxing, holds your hand when you're walking, and always has to be holding you when you go to sleep

• He love love loves it when people play with his hair, he'll pretend to be upset when you mess up his "perfect curls" but he doesn't really care about it

• He is always like on the verge of tears when he has to kill you in the games, he avoids you like the plague. He can't stand seeing someone he loves so dearly be killed, especially by his own hand, even though he knows it isn't real and you're still alive

• He's protective, but not in a "You can't have contact with ANY other men" way, he just doesn't want you being hurt by anyone

• If you come up to him while he's sitting, tilt his head up, and kiss his forehead he will just melt

• Compare him in any way to a puppy and he will also melt

• Dates with him are dinners at fancy restaurants, walks on pretty trails or along beaches, ice cream from cute diners, and just cuddling while watching sad cheesy romance movies

• He loves it when you just sit at the bar while he's working in the Paradise Lounge, chatting with him while he serves customers, you don't even have to buy anything he just loves having you there

• He calls you every pet name in the book, but his favorites are baby, love, darling, and hun

• His love languages are definitely physical affection and quality time

• GIVE THIS MAN AFFECTION, HE NEEDS IT

《NSFW》

• Mirage is a switch, for sure, you can't tell me this man doesn't wanna get pegged, but he also likes giving you the same pleasure

• Always makes sure to give as much as he gets, he also tries to make sure you always cum first before he gets to

• He's submissive, he whines, he whimpers, he begs, he cries, he's so pathetic dhdhjska but we love that

• He doesn't hate using toys for pleasure, it just embarrasses him so he doesn't usually bring it up, he probably will melt if you bring it up tho

• He looooovvveessss orgasm denial, edge him and tell him he can't cum yet, use cock rings, make him cry, make him beg, BREAK HIM

• He also likes overstimulation and understimulation, maybe he just likes sensory shit, blindfold him and watch him shiver at the lightest touches

• In terms of giving you attention, he just loves worshipping you and doing anything you want, he's not good with expressing things through words, so he just hopes you understand through all the worship and submission that he loves you more than anything

• He takes the time to kiss and feel your body before pleasing you, he wants to make sure you know he doesn't want to just use you for his own pleasure and he want YOU to feel good

• Favorite positions are riding and missionary, he likes eye contact, he likes being able to see your reactions

• But also he can't escape the fascination in watching your ass jiggle as he fucks you from behind hfhfndjsidh

• He calls you baby, sir/ma'am, and if you're feminine then mommy 🤭

• He likes being called darling, dear, baby, and pup or puppy :)

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[amourlyns]

hi lovely! I read through your blog and saw you wrote for apex! it's really a hyperfixation at this point!! would you mind if you could write a oneshot with Mirage with a massive crush on an gn!actor!reader? they sit with him a lot outside of the games and go over lines and monologues with him; just a very extroverted and open person... until they get on stage with Mirage and they have to compliment each other for one of Fuse's jokes at a sort of open mic thing? thanks for fulfilling this if you do, and have fun with it! I hope it wasn't too specific-- regardless, have a lovely day and take care of yourself!! much luv <33

⠀ 「 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞. 」

⠀ ━━ 🌷 💕

✦ 𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 ⨟⠀ One thing leads to another and now you’re confessing your feelings to him.

✦ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 ⨟⠀Elliot 〞Mirage 〞Witt + gn actor!reader

✦ 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 ⨟⠀This request is sooo cute omg … I love this sm, tysm for requesting 🤍 also, this posted and I wasn’t finished with it yet ): ➜    masterlist

✦ 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ⨟⠀ None

⠀ ★ ⠀ | ELLIOT FELT LIKE WAS BURNING UP from your touches, they were free, loose and careless. You’d throw your limbs on him hazardously, falling into a fit of laughter. You found of his cheesy jokes funny.

He couldn’t help but smile, his heart was going a million miles per hour right now. And your eyes lingering on his face didn’t help him with the feelings arising in his chest, his heart felt like it was going to burst.

Sometimes, he wondered if you knew what you were doing to him, he was a stuttering, chuckling mess. The poor guy couldn’t help get nervous around you, he felt stressed out and excited at the same time.

He’d talk a little too much when he was around you… it made him self conscious… but it always got his adrenaline going. Now today? Today, Elliot really thought he was going faint on the spot. Apparently, the games thought it would be amazing for you and Elliot to have an open mic night with Fuse.

Well they were wrong. Elliot couldn’t stop fidgeting in his seat while they were doing his hair and makeup, all he could do was glance over at you. And god you looked good, a soft smile plays on his lips.

It’s not long before everyone completes their make up. Bright light shine on the stage, the set is similar to talk show, wally takes a seat in the middle while you sit in the right chair. Elliot decides to take a seat in the left.

Conversation flows pretty easily between the three of you. You’d talk about your latest projects with a bright enthusiasm, Fuse and Elliot would listen intently. After you discussed your future works, you insisted on hearing about the games.

Everything about the games had you on the edge of your seat! Mirage would watch you with stary—eyes. Your enthusiasm only encourages the pair to continue talking. The discussion between you guys eventually simmers down, it’s not long before Fuse suggests something new…

Now, he may be an old dog but he could sense when someone fancied someone. And in this case it was Elliot, poor bloke couldn’t even utter a straight sentence around you. It was charming in a way though, all he needed was a little bit of encouragement… and Fuse could definitely do that.

From the corner of your eye, you see Fuse beckoning over a few of the members from the tech crew. They were all grinning.. what on earth was he planning? ❛ Listen here pups, we’re gunna do somethin’ a lil different! Ever heard of an open mic? We’re doin’ that hit uh.. Valentine’s Day addition. So compliment each other! ❜

This would be easy— you already complimented Elliot all the time, how hard could it be?.. you’d spare a a glance to the trickster only to be met with a soft blush. Was he nervous?

It was definitely unexpected— but actually pretty cute…you couldn’t pass up this opportunity. ❛ Easy! It’ll come real naturally to me anyways. I do this with him all the time! ❜ God, you were gonna be the death of him.

The first few rounds are cute— very light, they still have him stuttering and blushing but it’s nothing too bad right? Well he was wrong! It was his turn to compliment you and how was he supposed to do this without sound like a huge dork? With a crush.

❛ Alright, alright! you’re good I’ll give you that. But I’ve got one more compliment! ❜ you’d urge him on nodding frantically a soft smile played on his lips. What was holding him back? ❛ Dang, your acting is amazing! I’m hoping to see it in person? ❜ he messed that up big time… ❛ Hah! Elliot are you finally asking me out? It’s a bit informal but I’ve been waiting forever… ❜

He definitely wasn’t expecting that… but he scored a date with you!! Fuse was grinning ear to ear, that heaven sent angel! A few chuckles go around the studio. He must’ve looked like schoolboy confessing to his crush for the first time. I mean, he sure felt like it.

After the shoot was over. You dragged Elliot out, apparently you already had a date plan in mind. Flowers, dinner, a nice private walk with just to the two of you.. no paparazzi… no noise. What else could he ask for ?

[cryptidsnackpack]

Chapter One: The Present

Mirage x GN Reader; Apex Legend Reader; Fluffy fluff.

The tiny present sat accusing and abandoned on his bedside table. Damn it. It was Evelyn Witt’s birthday. A day that would have no more meaning to her in her current state. It meant the world to Witt though. He’d left in a rush, phone pressed to his ear, flapping his hand at your worried expression. He left for the nursing home in a rush. An echoing litany of “Uh huh. She’s calm now? I’m on my way. I’m on my way right now.” following him out the door. A compressed hiss and snick of the door’s locking mechanisms halted your feeble I’ll go with you.

Now you have to go. Present cradled against your ribcage you board the shuttle. Make small talk. Only one person recognizes you, a small blessing. The sun is slipping over the horizon before you make it to Whispering Glade. You’d been here once before with Witt, but never inside.

The receptionist smiles at you sweetly and when you press the nylon visitor tag against your chest her eyes light up in recognition.

“Oh!” You roll your shoulders, smile already in place. Yes, I do play in the Apex games. Yes, you can have a picture. Your practiced speech and smile is misplaced.

“You’re Elliott’s friend! I’ve seen you in some of the pictures in Mrs. Evelyn’s room. Come with me, I’ll take you to her.” She smiled like you two shared a secret, and she’d put a hell of a lot of emphasis on the word ‘friend’. She jabbed a finger into the comm pad and chirped that she was taking a birthday guest to Room 304.

Despite the conspiratorial looks she kept throwing at you and the neatly wrapped present, you would have been hopelessly lost without her. After taking two identical elevators to two identical wings, you ended up in a hallway that looked unsurprisingly identical to all the others you’d walked through.

“Here you are!” She ushered you into the room as if it held puppies that pooped credits and not the husk of a brilliant woman and her tragically dedicated son.  

The room was bright and cheerful. Every patch of wall was filled with vids cycling through several photo albums. Fresh cut flowers cluttered the bedside table in a clumsily painted vase. It evoked memories of your own handcrafted gifts created in a schoolhouse classroom. You would bet your last credit that if you tipped the vase over, you’d find Elliott’s initials carved into the clay bottom.

A flutter of movement from the corner distracted you from the vase, and Elliott crowded your field of view.

“Is everything alright? I didn’t get a notification-” Pulling out his phone he tapped on the screen a few times. As if that would jostle any missing correspondence loose.  

“Hey, did you know both you and your mom’s initials spell ‘EW’.” You said in the way of a greeting, lifting the present to eye level. Realization and relief warred on Elliott’s face and he carefully plucked the present from you.

“Mom, I want you to meet someone.” He wrapped a free hand around your waist and lightly shoved you toward the figure swaddled in an almost nauseating number of pastels. Evelyn Witt waved at you gently with a cake tipped fork.

“Oh, but we’ve met before.” She mumbled around a mouthful of cake. Elliott shot you an apologetic smile, full of tight lips and tired eyes.

“It’s nice to see you again Mrs. Witt.” You wink at Elliott and sat down in the cushy chair he vacated. “How’s the cake?” She was taking what had to be the smallest bites you’d ever seen.

She nodded and hummed approvingly, gesturing between Elliott and a small bakery box. Understanding the pantomime perfectly, he doled out a three-person sized piece of cake.

“Elliott there is no way I can finish this.” You looked up woefully from the behemoth portion of cake.

“I’ll eat whatever you don’t finish.” He sat at the foot of his mother’s bed, adjusting several pillows and a small blanket to cocoon her feet. He took great care to tuck the blanket around her ankles, making his mother look like a floral mummy from the chest down.

“How many pieces of cake have you had already?”

“One” He replied quickly, and just as quickly his mother corrected, “two”. Your laugh was more of a wheeze as it was squeezed out alongside a large chunk of cake.

The second time you almost choked on cake was when Mrs. Witt’s featherlight voice asked, “When is the wedding dear?” It was a simple question. One directed at you and Elliott. Her eyes seemed to grow ten times keener as they flicked between you two. You could hear Elliott’s eyebrows blast off into his hairline. You were coming to the unfortunate, yet unavoidable conclusion that your heart would forever live wedged behind you hyoid.

“Nonono. Mom when I said- y/n and I are- We. We uhm.” He was floundering, which you normally enjoyed.

“We haven’t set a date yet.” The lie slid out of your mouth like it had been rolled out on greased ball bearings. Your heart was now descending. It felt like a care package careening straight toward, what you assumed, was your rectum at maximum velocity.

“That’s right!” Elliott squeaked. “We haven’t even picked out a venue yet. Right y/n?” He looked relieved, so you supposed you were in the clear. At least he wasn’t frog marching you out by your ear, scolding you for telling his Alzheimer ridden mother a very big lie.

The remainder of the visit went by without a hitch. Mrs. Witt opened her present (a beautifully made charm bracelet) and Elliott made himself absolutely miserable on birthday cake. As Mrs. Witt began to nod off her nurse came in with a terrifyingly large container of medications. Elliott left his mother with a kiss on her forehead and soft whispers against her gray curls.

The harsh and unforgiving white cast of the interior lights fizzled into the neon glare of Solace City’s nightscape.

“Hey.” You bumped Elliott’s shoulder. “Why don’t we go to this bar I know? We’ll have to take a tram to get there, and the owner’s a bit of dick.” He opened his mouth to feign offense, but before he could you ploughed through.

“He is pretty great though, the owner I mean. Easy on the eyes. Likes to pretend he doesn’t care about anything. Kind of a mama’s boy though.” You were swept up into a non-threatening headlock.

“Wait, wait, wait. I didn’t say it was a bad thing.” You waved and gave a thumbs up to a concerned passerby. Elliott released his grip, and you took mock gulps of fume drenched air.

There was something unreadable about whatever emotions were clouding his face. Not for the first time you wished he came with a manual. Does your Elliott Witt have (insert facial expression here)? Join us on page 24 for our in-depth explanation.

“Thank you. For today. She won’t remember it by the morning, but it meant a lot to me.” No sarcasm, no deflection.

“Hey, what are friends for? You know, they do things like bombard their mom's room with pictures that could be misconstrued as couple photos, romantic even. Oh, or they tell their mom all about you.”

“Okay yeah, yep. I will pay you to stop talking.” He began to drag you by the arm to the nearest tram depot.

“Ooh! Maybe friend stuff like telling the receptionist about us. Did you mention that my eyes sparkle? That my smile is radiant? That I smell like dewdrops and orchids?”

Elliott stopped so abruptly you smashed into his back with an umph. Turning he cupped one hand to your cheek. Have his hands always been this big, or warm? They smell like cake. Your thoughts were becoming misty, unformed. Elliott was leaning very close to your face, his other hand reaching up to-

Flick the holy living shit out of your nose. You reeled back clutching your now throbbing nose.

“I will give you a five second head start Witt. Five. Seconds.”

You’d only ever seen him move that fast in the ring. His childlike cackle brushed passed your ears as you dodged through disgruntled city dwellers on their way home.

Two things were certain. He was headed to the Paradise Lounge, and you were going to beat him to it.

[coffee-colored-hopeless-romantic]

Your octane story is cute! Could you possibly do a short story for Elliot? With maybe a non legend? 🥹

Thank you!! Of course! 🥰

Mirage/Elliott x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none! This is mostly fluff with a suggested smut. 💕

You were going to photography school, it was the one thing you could see yourself doing for a long time without getting tired of it. Finally the end of the semester was nearing and your final was to go to a red carpet event for the Apex Legends. Get some good shots, which would prove difficult due to the sheer amount of paparazzi present. But you managed to not only get awesome pictures of the Legend Mirage but you got to interview him!

That’s how you two met. Now, somehow he was your boyfriend. Dating Elliott Witt was a dream, he would dedicate some wins to you and would always somehow bring up “my girlfriend y/n” into almost every interview. Nobody knew your face and you preferred it that way, you didn’t want that publicly.

It had been months since you lay saw him in person. The only interactions you got were calls, texts and FaceTime. Which were great but you missed his hugs, his cooking, his kisses, and the snuggles. You and Elliott hadn’t gotten intimate yet due to his boundaries. He was uncomfortable with the idea of having sex when you hadn’t been together that long, his heart couldn’t take giving someone that side of him if they were only going to break up. But you’ve been dating for 6 months now. Sure you haven’t been physically together most of that time but he’s visited you a handful of times.

Gosh you missed him, you decided to see when the next event was and maybe surprise him there. You found the dates and immediately booked a spot to be right next to the carpet. Getting excited you packed the moment it was final and headed out for the airport when it was time. You kept texting Elliott as if nothing had changed, saying you were doing projects and that you were gonna be a little busier than usual so replies might be slower. He didn’t mind of course, sending encouraging words and gifs, mostly of himself. You laughed and couldn’t wait to finally be in his arms again.

You landed and made it to your hotel, plopping onto the bed in your room. The event was tomorrow! You had to get on something he liked. White button up shirt with a little vest on to show your shape and his favorite jeans that you owned. It hugged your body and showed all his favorite bits. That was the perfect outfit. You could hardly sleep that night you were that excited, but you slept and woke up bright any early to shower and get ready. Everything was perfect, your hair and makeup were on and you made sure to use a lip stain so you didn’t leave little marks on his face, not that he would care. He’d wear them with pride.

You got a ride to the event, camera in hand to blend in and snag some pictures of the other legends on the carpet while you waited. Soon enough they began walking one by one down the way and you finally saw your man. Mirage himself. He was walking with a clone of himself and they were ‘complimenting’ each other before ‘noticing’ the paparazzi. “Oh! Hey! We didn’t see you there. How’s it goin’!” His clone vanished and he began to smile and pose for the camera. His iconic finger guns and winks. He was so handsome in his legends outfit.

“Mr. Witt! Can I get a shot over here?” You call out.

“Well that’s a fancy way to get my attenti-“ he turns to look at you and the moment you locked eyes his expression went from his usual expression for the camera to a wide eyed smile. “W-WHOA! It’s you! You’re here! Like actually here! Unless you pulled a me, but wait.. you can’t do that. Y/N!!” He rushed over to you and lifted you over the rope barrier and hugged you. The embrace was so warm and his musk was stained on the uniform he wore. You nuzzled into him trying to soak it up. He pulled back and kept his arm around you. “This is my girlfriend!!” He shouted proudly. You felt a blush creep onto your face and you looked up at him. “Isn’t she just amazing!!” He laughed and looked at you, not caring about the cameras for a moment and kissed you right there. You almost rested up when you felt his lips on yours. You were home. “Gosh I missed you..” you whispered and he smiled and pulled your hands up, kissing your knuckles. “I missed you a whole much.” Elliott was known for stumbling over his words but right now he was calm and he knew what he wanted to say to you.

Once the event was done and over with you reconnected and he introduced you to everyone. You were happily greeted by most of them, a lot of em teasing Elliott for landing someone so pretty and all he could do was agree with them. He took you back to your hotel and you guys ordered in, watched a movie and cuddled the whole time. You at one point started to kiss on him which of course turned into a makeout session on the bed. Straddling him as his hands rested on your hips. You could feel him get excited but you didn’t do anything about it, not wait to push his boundary.

He pulled back, catching his breathe and red on his cheeks. “C-could we. Uhm.. Yaknow. Do the thing..? O-only if you want!” There’s his stumbling. “Baby, are you sure?” You ask, making sure he was positive. “Yes! I’m so sure, very sure, extremely s-sure! I just I missed you a lot and I really want to be.. uh… closer?” Poor guy was a mess. You kiss him deeply and began to take off your clothes.

The rest of the night was filled with love and closeness between you two. Finally together again.

[a-valorant-effort]

How would Bloodhound, Mirage, Octane, Pathfinder and Revenant (if it isn’t too much) react to their s/o telling them “I love you” first in the relationship?

They/Them pronouns, thank you !

Bloodhound

“My dearest… know that I care deeply for the things we have together. I love you too.”

You’re in it now, 100%

Bloodhound now knows you adore them as much as they adore you, you guys are practically inseparable now.

BH probably already calls you stuff like “my love” or “dearest” so this wasn’t a particularly hard thing to do

Expect them to be sort of clingy for the rest of the day

And for the subsequent week

Mirage

“O-Oh! Oh gosh wow— I— I wasn’t expecting you to— Aw jeez I had this whole thing in my head where I was gonna… y-you know? I had no idea you were just gonna… I— I love you too.”

You have caught him SO OFF GUARD

Mirage despite being a flirt is still a gentleman at heart, and wanted to profess his love for you himself. First.

But NOOOOOO

You just HAD to be so PERFECT and CUTE and LOVABLE and beat him to the confession

You and Mirage then make it a competition to see who says I love you more

It’s very one sided, Mirage satisfied with his victory and you just loving this dork of a man

Octane

“Ah, you’re adorable mi alma. Come here.”

A moment away from the chaos, a moment alone with Octane

Very rarely occurring, but it’s the only time you can get his undivided attention.”

“Hey, I need an extended light mag!”

“Y/N! Wanna watch me make this jump?”

“Here’s to my adoring fans out there!”

You were laying down next to each other, curled in a blanket

Octane pulled you closer, not quite ready to say it back yet. But the way he cradled you closer to his chest said it all.

1000x more affectionate now

And when he eventually does say it back, he 100% means it

Pathfinder

“I love you too!!”

You didn’t. It’s impossible

There’s literally no way you could have beaten Pathy in saying “I love you.” He throws around the phrase too much

But the first time you say it back to him

He’s so happy!!!

No one usually says it back!! This is the best day of his life!!

He picks you up, swings you around a bit, and then brings you into a tight embrace.

Don’t crush em pathy!!

Revenant

“…what?”

This is either a death wish or a

Yeah no, just a death wish

But it’s you, and Revenant makes exceptions for you.

He’s used to pathfinder throwing the phrase around, but no one he actually cared for has said he loved him like how you had.

He wouldn’t say it back. He probably wouldn’t say it to your face ever

But in the dead of night, when you’re sound asleep and Revenant is beside you

He’ll brush a hair out of your face and tell you just how much he loves you

[foreverlilmeowmeow]

Just the Two of Us (Elliott Witt x Reader)

Summary: You and Elliott had finally gotten a weekend off together and all you wanted to do was stay home and enjoy each other’s company

Warnings: None

Words: 601

~~~~~ It was a quiet night in the household of Witt. You and Elliott had finally gotten a weekend off together and all you wanted to do was stay home and enjoy each other’s company. The two of you now on the couch as you were watching something on TV while Elliott laid on top of you, listening to you breathe. The two of you relaxing as you looked down at your boyfriend smiling, breaking the silence as you petted back his golden brown curls, "You comfy Ell?" you asked as he looked up at you. 

"Mmhmm! the comfiest!" He replied, his arms were wrapped around your waist while his head rested just between your breast where his facial hair tickled you. The light scruff made it hard to focus as you giggled replying. 

"Good, I’m glad.” You gave another laugh, “I'm sure you’d be comfy on my dead body once I stop breathing too." you said as he shot up quickly, panicking, thinking he was suffocating you all because of his weight but blushed as you brought him back down "I'm kidding! I'm kidding!"

He huffed, "Mmmm… Sure! Now, I’m not comfy anymore, thanks…" Elliott said, as his voice was pouty and muffled by your breasts. 

You laughed trying your hardest not to get pouty as well. Elliott moving his head back and forth,  scratching his beard along your chest as he sighed softly at the comfort. His arms squeezing around your waist as this was truly heaven for the both of you His eyes feeling heavy, as his focus on your touch and the sound of your heartbeat. it was so… calming.. So… reassuring. It was like you were one with him. It was like you were perfect for him and he was perfect for you. 

“Getting sleepy, Ellie?” You asked as a few minutes past by and you heard his soft snore come from under your chin.

“Maybe just a little, are you ready for bed?” Elliot asked as he looked up at you rubbing his eyes letting you know for sure he was tired.

“Yeah, let's go to bed, are you ready?” You asked as you reached over to the coffee table and turned off the television, placing the remote control back just so you knew where it was in the morning.

“Yeah, let's go.” and Elliott got up off of you and the couch and held out his hand to take you to the bedroom. Your hand fitting perfectly in his as you both headed down the hall and crawled into bed. Elliott crawling back on top of you as you hummed happily petting his hair as he nuzzled his face between your breasts again.

“I love you.” You smiled down at him.

“And I love you.” he replied, rubbing your sides to comfort him.

“I love you to the moon and back.” You giggled as this was sorta the thing you and him did before you guys went to bed.

“I love you Pluto and back.” Elliot chuckled as he was really getting tired now.

“I love you to Andromeda and back.” 

Elliott looked at you with a questioning brow, “Have you been talking to Horizon again? You and her talk a lot about space and sometimes it puzzles me that one day I’ll have a note on my kitchen table saying you left me for space… are you leaving me for space?” 

You shook your head, “No, babe, I’m not going to leave you for space.”

He got comfy again on your breasts, “Good.” and the two of you went to sleep peacefully. 

The End. ~~~~~ Heyyy! How is everyone doing! I hope everyone is doing well! I wanted to post this little one shot as I had gotten the idea from @ebonage as I read their "Elliott x Kim" and took some quotes from it and then some. Its really cute and you guys should go check out their stories. There super cute!

Anyway, I hope you guys and gals are having a wonderful night/day! And I'll talk to you all in the next one!

P.S. I am still taking requests so please! Fill free to ask away! I don't bite............... much!

~IkariSenpai

[elliotwittsimp]

Plenty of “mes” to go around

Word Count: 1.5K???

Warning: SMUT, 18+, oral (f&m recieving), decoys being used, PIV, anal, swearing and I think thats about it. If I’m missing anything let me know. 

A/N: Sorry if there is misspelling or grammar mistakes. Also idk how to work out the spaces in tumblr. Its been a long time since I written. 

You and Elliot have been dating for quite a while. 5 months to be exact…you were counting. Dating the handsome trickster was the best and unexpected thing to happen. You two met when you started as a new legend. Being in Elliot’s team, he kept flirting with you about your appearance. Also how you and his decoys should have a fun time soon. Laughing it off due to being nervous and not really knowing the man. But also a bit interested with his offer. Skip to him asking you on a date then asking you out while having dinner at his place. Now here you are, spending the weekend on the Mirage Voyage. He was at his grill cooking pork chops as you sat in the hot tub watching him. Yes, you and Elliot were…active…but there were some things you wanted to try with him. Knowing he wouldn’t judge you for anything since he did fuck you out in the open while fighting on Worlds Edge. So why were you nervous to talk to him about this one thing? It’s not like it was weird. Maybe it would be to him? Elliot looked over to the hot tub noticing that you were too quiet and have your thinking face on.

“Everything okay baby?”, he asked as he walked over to you. Slowly sitting up straight as he climbed into the hot tub and sat next you.

“Yea…just thinking about the next match. Kinda nervous since I didn’t do that well last time.”, scooting over and hugging the side of him. Elliot put his arms around you, kissed your cheeks. One of his hands moved to your chin and softly made you look up at him.

“You’ll do great next match. You’re the best legend I know. Well..besides me”, laughing at his cockiness and playfully pushing him away.

“Shut it Witt.”. You stood up and climbed out the tub. Grabbing your towel, wrapping it around yourself. He climbed out as well to check on the pork chops. Becoming very quiet as you walked to him.

“Can…I talk to you about something?”

“Of course you can? What is it babe?”, still focused on the pork chops.

“I know you won’t judge me for anything but I was thinking that maybe we can spice up our sex life…”, nervously playing with your fingers as you thought of how to say it. Elliot chuckled as he looked at you.

“I thought it was already spicy. Is it not enough for you?”, raising his eyebrows trying to figure out what’s going on inside your brain. You took a deep breathe, preparing yourself for the request.

“I would like your decoys to join us. When we fuck next time.” There were no words just silence as he dropped his tongs. After struggling to catch them, he finally opened his mouth.

“W-w-well they’re not exactly t-t-t..you can’t touch them. They’ll disappear”, you thought he just was awkward about it cause he thought it was weird. But you were wrong. He was waiting for you to say something, just that he didn’t expect you to ask for it.

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After a few days you got over the embarrassment of asking about it. It wasn’t awkward afterwards but you two felt the tension in the air. You noticed that after coming back from the Mirage Voyage, Eillot was always in his tech room. Knowing he usually goes in there to fix his holographic suit or something. But he was in there longer than he usually does. You were sitting on the couch watching some show but not paying any attention to it.

“Okay! I got it!” he barged in excitingly.

“What? What did you get?”, pausing the tv to listen to him.

“I figured out how they can be used during sex! I mean they’re still holograms but I fixed it so they and you can touch each other! The last few days I’ve been trying to see how I can change the issue.”, you just looked at him, blushing at the thought of the decoys.

“Elliot you didn’t have to do that”

“I know but…I-I-I wanted to. And plus I’ve been waiting for you…to ask” he sat in front of you.

-

“So…I just sit here and you’ll just throw them out?” You asked him as you sat naked on your knees on the middle of the bed.

“Yea. Pretty simple just gotta” , then Elliot threw 4 decoys of himself. You couldn’t help but bite your lip as you saw them surround you. Elliot was making sure he had everything he needed before he started.

“Ready baby?”, giving him a nod, that signaled him it was okay to start. He and the decoys climbed onto the bed. Elliot crawled to you, pulling you in for a kiss. One of his hands went to your hair as he softly kissed you. The other went down to your breasts, squeezing and his thumb lightly rubbing your nipple. Soon you felt another hand squeeze your ass then another caress your thigh. So many hands were on you touching many places. Trying to figure to out which decoy was where, Elliot’s tongue slipping into your mouth interrupted your thoughts. Distracting you with the kiss, not noticing that he made you lay on your back. His hand separating your legs. Placing kisses from your thigh to your pussy. His mouth placed a soft kiss on your clit then you felt his tongue lick a stripe up. Around your head, the decoys were standing stroking their cocks. You blushed not knowing what to do.

“You can touch them baby. It’s okay”, the fucker smirked before he continued to eat you out. Slowly wrapping one of your hands on the decoy’s dick. Stroking it up and down as he threw his head back. Then licking the tip before you put him in your mouth. Moaning on his dick as Elliot slowly slid in two fingers in your hole. He started to lick your pussy faster, spitting on your clit. Then with his other hand he rubbed it in circles before using his tongue again. The pleasure he was giving you was not letting you concentrate on the decoy’s dick. Soon his fingers found your spot, which made you let go of the decoy’s dick. Your hand pulling Elliot’s hair instead.

“Don’t stop Elliot! Please!”, his finger gained speed as his other hand holds you down from thrusting against his fingers. Whimpering as he took out his fingers before you were able to cum around them.

“Elliot please! I need to cum!”, he laid on his back, smirking as you whined.

“Don’t worry. Mirage will let you cum. Just have to be patient.”, straddling him as the decoys followed. One was behind you, two positioned themselves on each side of you. The last one was in front of your face, his dick almost poking your mouth. Elliot grabbed some lube and rubbed it against your holes. His dick slid into your pussy so beautifully. His cock stretching your hole and filling you up. Not able to take a breath, his decoy slowly slid his dick into your ass. He caressed your back to distract you from the pain as he entered. Once you were comfortable with the two of them filling you up. They started to thrust with the same rhythm. The decoy in front of you grabbed your head as he pushed his dick into your mouth. Feeling bad, you gave attention to the other two. Stroking their dick with your hand at the same time. You never felt this much pleasure. Everything about the situation was making you wetter and overwhelmed. Since his decoy was fucking your mouth, drool started to run down your breasts. Elliot licked up against your breast, catching your drool. The one behind you slapped your ass, thrusting into you faster than Elliot was. Moaning and stroking their dicks faster. You knew you weren’t gonna last long. Trying to tell Elliot that you about to cum, but couldn’t due to his decoy’s dick making you gag. You felt yourself stay still, squirting hard on Elliot’s dick, making his dick push out. Pulsating around the decoys dick as he stayed still in your ass, letting you enjoy the best orgasm you ever had. After they let you rest for a bit, Elliot told you get off so he can stand up.

“Get on the floor!” by the tone of his voice, you knew he was close. Quickly getting on your knees, they surrounded you again. Looking at the five Elliots stroking their dick near your face was making you want to cum again. Their grunts and watching them thrust into their own hand. Did something to you like nothing ever had. Elliot made his dick tap your lips.

“Open that mouth”, obeying his command. You felt him and the others cum all over your face. Stroking two of the nearest ones you could reach, to make sure they got everything out. Sucking Elliot’s tip as he watched the mess that him and his decoys made. He was so proud of himself that he is the only person to give you this much pleasure.

Maybe he should use his decoys more often.

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Mirage-

Just mirage p l e a s e

The lore has been so mean to him lately I just wanna kiss Elliot Witt on his stoopid little face-

Simple ask just soft GN cuddles with pretty boy

He deserves it 🥺

Alone for Just a Moment | Elliott "Mirage" Witt

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Reader: Gender Netural| they/them | Romantic

A/N: YOOO I have a cuz named chase. anyways. I also love your profile picture., also I'm assuming GN means gender-neutral instead of Good Night

Warnings: Bloodhound and Fuse cannot keep it in there pants,

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"No!"

"yes! Y/n I am telling you!" Loba spoke.

Y/n and Loba laughing over dinner at the mess hall.

"And don't get me started on the nails, please," She complained, "I should just have the nail tech live with me at this point."

Y/n chuckled, "What about my nails-"

"Please, don't start ruining them with acrylics." She took Y/n's hand into hers, "You know, I wouldn't mind seeing dark green on you, you know green that looks black but in the sun looks like...a velvet green!"

"Ooo! That sounds cool!"

"When will they stop talking." Mirage rolled his eyes.

"Aye! if you're bothered by it, go take your babe back!" Walter tried to persuade, "Aint that right Houndy? Like when I take ya back?"

"Walter!" Bloodhound argued, an unmistakable tone of embarrassment to their voice, "...continue."

"Oh, I will."

Mirage groaned.

"Don't worry Elliott!" Wattson tried to cheer, "I'm sure Y/n will come around soon!"

"Tea, the day has been long," Crypto spoke, setting the tea in front of Wattson.

"Thank you!" She cheered with a smile, grabbing Crytpo's hands to tug him to sit down, "Sit sit!"

He did only on account of her, Wattson giving him the biggest love-pounding heart-stopping smile.

"You are beautiful."

"Tae Joon!" She was flustered, it easy to spot as her face became red..

"You may try and run Houndy, but I will always find my way back to you."

"Walter- Please!" Bloodhound laughed.

"Just like the cherry blossoms." Crypto smiled, "I'll take you to see them."

"Really!" Wattson cheered, eyes lighting up, "I'd love that!"

"Anything for you."

"fact, why don't you treat ol' Fitzroy to the money maker." Walter purred.

"You will have to wait my love." Bloodhound protested playfully, "There are people present."

"Never stopped me before, plus dinners gettin' cold anyway, there are far better things to be eating, don't ya agree?"

Mirage tried to cut in unbelievable to what was happening in front of him.

"I know of a crepe place along the way," Crypto spoke.

"Let's go now!"

"But dinner-"

"Why eat when there are sweets to be had!" Wattson cheered getting up and pulling Crypto off with a jump in her step.

"Guys!"

"I suppose there are better things to be fed." Bloodhound purred.

"I like the sound of that!" Fuse spoke.

"hey wait- what-"

Fuse happily pulled Bloodhound along.

"Hello?" Mirage asked still getting no answer.

Fall sucked. Everybody falls in love, off doing...other lovely dovey things, and he was alone, watching the love of his life being talked up by Loba: she knew everything to say, and how to say it. He wouldn't be surprised if he was soon falling out of his relationship anytime soon.

He felt, alone, both mentally and physically.

His eyes were covered, "Guess who it is?" They smiled.

"Uh..." He spoke in thought, a signature smile on his face, "I don't know! Honestly!"

"it's me." Y/n teased, their arms wrapping around Elliot's neck.

"That was my next guess!" He defended, Y/n chuckling into his neck.

"what are you doing here all alone?"

"ah, ya know!" He spoke, "Takin' in the sights."

"Ah yes, the mess hall is quite beautiful." Y/n teased kissing Mirage's cheek, "I'm off for now."

"uh, where?" Mirage asked, leaning up to look up at them, "if, you don't mind me asking."

"Loba wanted to show me some nail stuff." Y/n answered, "And Obi asked to see me."

"Oh! Yeah! Yeah!" Mirage smiled, and Y/n cocked an eyebrow.

"your hiding something," Y/n commented.

"No, not at all. Do I need to hide anything? I don't need to hide anything, not from you-"

"and your rambling, someone's either upset, nervous, or over-excited." Y/n spoke, taking a seat next to Mirage, "What's wrong now? Unless you're overly excited for breakfast tomorrow?"

Mirage chuckled, "no."

Y/n frowned, reaching out to hold Mirage's hand, "Go ahead, tell me."

Mirage moved his hand, Y/n frowning, "Mirage."

He was silent as he played with his food, "Elliot..."

Y/n's hand reached out, caressing Mirage's cheek, Mirage's head turned without a fight, his eyes still lowered, avoiding eye contact.

"Elliot, please, look at me, tell me what's wrong," Y/n protested, "lets fix it, together; like we always do."

"Are...we good for each other?" Elliott asked.

Y/n was shocked, what kind of question was that?

"I think we're perfect." Y/n spoke up, "Not even death could keep me away from you..."

He smiled softly, leaning into's Y/n's touch, Y/n smiling softly as they ran their fingers along Elliott's cheekbone feeling a small cut.

"Odd," Y/n spoke softly.

"What?" Elliott asked.

Y/n stifled a soft chuckle, gliding over another mark, "So many flaws, makes up perfection."

Elliott looked up, his gaze catching Y/n's white rose eyes, they soft and full of love as he looked at Y/n.

"Come on," Y/n spoke standing up hand out to Elliott who took it with a smile.

Y/n led Elliott to their room, it is not uncommon for Elliott to stay the night in Y/n's room.

"Let's turn in early for the night." Y/n told him, "I think we both deserve that."

It was easy, getting undressed for bed, they help one another out of their clothes which ended up on the floor, Y/n pulling Elliott in for a playful kiss which sent them accidentally into the bed, the two laughing happily.

"You are not wearing this to bed." Y/n protested, taking the goggles off Elliott's head.

"Always ready for action."

Y/n rolled their eyes playfully, hanging the goggles on the bedpost, and settling back down into their side of the bed.

Elliott closed the gap between them head laying on Y/n's chest, listening to his lover's heartbeat.

"get some sleep babe," Y/n spoke softly, Elliott humming in response.

"I love you."

Y/n smiled, "I love you too."

[cryptonite-exe]

a little comfort | mirage

𓆩♡𓆪 pairing ; mirage x gn!reader

𓆩♡𓆪 genre ; angst with comfort, self deprication

𓆩♡𓆪 a/n ; had a breakdown and listened to anti-hero so i ended up with this (wont be using too much tags this is mere self indulgent)

you lay still in bed, looking up at the ceiling in wonder. your head was clogged with so many thoughts. and what seemed like minutes after lying down to sleep was actually hours. you felt elliot shift and turn in bed numerous times, yet you remain perfectly still. you recall the events of the past weeks and how everything went down. the stress of both the games and your personal life has been wearing you down.

"he shouldn't see me like this." you thought, he was already dealing with so manty things and seeing his lover like this- what would he think? "what's wrong with you" "why are you like this?"

you bit your inner cheek as numerous emotions flood into your system. the bottle you stuffed everything in finally broke. every emotion, worry, fear, and distress you hid away so carefully broke loose. you felt glass shatter and scatter and everything goes to hell. and before you knew it, tears. you didn't even notice until the ceiling wasn't so clear as you last remembered it looking. endless beads of water just sliding down your cheeks and onto the once dry pillow.

you felt the feeling of choking up and knew you couldn't do this here, not when he's having his peace right now. waking up to comfort you wasn't what we wanted after a tiring week. you got up, shoving the covers and blankets off your body and tried as quietly as you could to exit the room.

figuring the couch was the next comfiest thing to cry on other than the bed, you head towards the living room. now that you've found comfort on the couch, it wasn't long until your sobs started leaking out your throat. you wanted to contain it in so, so bad. you were slipping and stumbling over you own thoughts, the crying and pain was nonstop. you were barely able to breathe properly, your sobs echoing throughout the quiet home you and elliot shared.

your crying paused when you heard the door of your bedroom open and close. "there you are, the bed felt empt- oh" he says, rubbing his eyes awake. before you could say anything he was already at your side. he kneeled down and brushed away the hair covering your face. "hey, what's the matter?" he hushed. "god- why are you up? you should be sleeping-" you asked, shaking your head and hopefully the tears too.

"babe- listen to me, this isn't about me. my beloved is crying here and i will be here to make sure you're alright." he says, bringing his hand up to your cheek, wiping away the tears that runs down. "you can tell me you know?" he murmurs, "do you want to talk about it? i mean- its fine if you don't want to i'm your boyfriend after all and i really care about you" he says and before he could continue on, you hug him. he immediately embraces you back, arms around your waist.

"don't wanna" you reply muffled. "that's alright too! we could just cuddle like this because i am the bestest boyfriend and i love you so much," he kisses your temple before maneuvering both of you onto the couch and into a cuddling position. his arm remains around your waist, bodies flushed against each other. your head rests on his chest comfortably while his other hand brushes through your hair.

"we could order your favorite food if you'd like" he interrupts the silence of the room. you break out in a fit of laughter at the random proposal. "you are an idiot" you giggle. "ah no. correction- i am your idiot yeah that's right you're stuck with me."

soon the sun rises and a person delivers your food with a very much tired look on his face and seeing such a couple be so intimate at this hour of the day might've been the last straw but oh well. and eventually you do talk, with him listening and his hand holding yours the entire time to let you know

i'm here

© this work is by cryptonite-exe, please do not copy and post on any other platform.

[kkarmiic]

mirage anon here! naming myself how quaint today has been kinda shitty so could I get some good ol Mirage comfort after a really, really bad day? I'm talking the worst day possible-- outfit ruined, bad hair day, just EVERYTHING going wrong?? thank you if you end up doing this <33

# ‘TOMORROW - MIRAGE X GN!READER COMFORT

🫐 ‘CONTENT AND WARNINGS

\\ synopsis: everything that can go wrong, goes wrong, mirage is there to help

+* genre: fluff/comfort

‘# warnings: eye pulling, self doubt, he calls you love

// authors note: hey mirage anon! I’m sorry to hear about your shitty day, I understand how those feels, I hope this helps at least a little.

Your day had been downright awful, down to every single detail. From the moment you opened your eyes, everything was already horrific. You had seemingly slept in a weird position that night, evident by the dull ache in your shoulder and neck.

To make matters worse, you were already twenty minutes behind schedule, you had slept through your alarm. Fuck. Stomping over to your mirror, rolling your shoulder in a feeble attempt for the pain to disappear, you realized how obvious your dark circles were and how your hair stuck out in directions you didn't even know were possible.

Of course, you tried to push it aside, telling yourself it could be fixed with a little concealer and styling. That, however, did so little to help with your situation. The concealer had run out the day prior and your hair would just not lay how you wanted it.

Just your luck.

Tonight was supposed to be your date with Mirage, it was quaint, sure, he was going to make you a homecooked meal and you two were planning on watching the stars, but still, what would he think of you if he saw you like this?

It was only early days in your relationship, about a month in, and you weren't prepared for his perception of you to change, for him to see you as lazy, or a slob.

You were far too stressed out for ten in the morning, pulling your eyes down and just... Staring. Staring at yourself in the mirror, criticizing your appearance.

You know what they say, when things are at their lowest they can only go up.

Wrong. You were on a Ferris wheel, locked into your seat with no way of escaping, on a constant round of low, and high and low and high, with seemingly no end. It was exhausting, and you just wanted to get off.

So there you were, wearing your favourite outfit, hoping it would lift your spirits a little, and hopefully distract Mirage, at least a small amount. And it did, only for a mere moment though, you were halfway to Mirage's when the rain began pouring down, and this happened to be the one day where you didn't bring your umbrella, too focused on being late, and the way you looked, to even worry about checking the weather forecast.

Hands trembling as you walked, you reached for your phone in your pocket, before realising, that wasn't there either.

Panic. That was the only word to describe what you felt at that moment, pure panic. Had you dropped it somewhere? Maybe on the way to his? You were too late to turn back now, someone probably would've picked it up by now, and maybe it was already stolen. Maybe-

You left it on your bedside table, next to your umbrella.

Nonetheless, you kept walking, and you couldn't tell what was rain and what was tears after a certain point. They were so perfectly blended, heart aching as you walked.

Mirage, no, Elliot, you reminded yourself, always looked so perfect, with his neatly formed curls, and clear skin, you'd never seen him with one blemish, or eyebags like you, or with his hair askew. What would he think of you?

You had half a mind to turn back now, go home, and text him, faking that you were sick. But he'd probably turn up at your door instead, that was the kind of man he is, a gentleman.

Elliot couldn't worry about you, it wouldn't be fair to put him through that, and that's how you ended up on his doorstep, even despite all your worries. Placing three tentative knocks before it was quickly swung open, it seemed like he'd been waiting for you.

However, his smile quickly faded to a frown, of concern or disappointment, you couldn't tell.

"You're going to get s- uh- soa-" He paused, readjusting, instead of correcting his sentence, he ushered you in, he knew you knew him well enough to understand what he meant.

"Are you okay?!" He asked, shutting and locking the door behind you, hand placed gently on your bicep, feeling the soaked fabric of your shirt.

You wanted to tell him no, about how awful your day was, about how everything seemed to be going wrong, about how the whole world was against you, but you didn't. "Yeah... Just forgot my umbrella." You muttered, offering him a shrug of your shoulders, but that didn't seem to convince him, not one bit.

"How about you go upstairs? Get a hoodie and some sweats. You left some here last time. Or you could get changed into mind. I- Uhm- I don't... I don't mind." He took a shuddery breath, covering the pink tint on his cheeks.

"Anyways! I'll have a warm drink down here when you're done, okay?" He offered a soft smile towards you, already beginning to make your drink of choice.

When you returned downstairs, your drink was sat in your usual seat, the smell of food wafting from the oven making your mouth water.

"Want to talk?" He asked, cocking his head, waiting on your answer, and when you didn't respond he continued. "I can see something's buggin' ya. If you need to talk I'm always in your corner."

The compassion he was showing you was too much, he was too nice, and that was too much. You cried for the second time today, choking on your sobs as you tried to tell him about how shitty your day was, but nothing was coming out.

Mirage's eyes widened in shock, rushing round to your side before taking the seat next to you, a firm hand resting on your back, rubbing slow circles. "Take your time, love." He was ever so patient with you, you could never ask for more.

"I've just- I've just had the worst day today." You choked, covering your face with your hands. "I woke up and I obviously slept in a funny position, my whole body hurts." You began recounting your day. "I even left my fucking phone at home, like an idiot!"

There was a moment's silence before he moved his body to be facing yours, pulling your stool closer to his, and grasping your hands. "Darling. You're not an idiot. We all have bad days and that's fine. Sometimes you need a few days, to recover or... For it to just pass." He rested his forehead against yours, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose.

"No matter what, I'm right by your side. Tomorrow will be better. Swear on it."

POSTED BY: APOLLO

[mekakitsune]

well im back 💪 requesting for my babygirl mirage, can i get either nsfw hcs for him or cute things he does for his s/o hcs?

nsfw bc i havent done it for mirage yet 🫶

NSFW MIRAGE HEADCANONS

→ minors do not interact

switch <3 loves pleasing you but will not hesitate to slut himself out either

good at head but in the "idk what im doing so i'll do it all" sense. "accidentally" overstims you a lot. also a fast learner and great with his tounge

not super kinky and complex in bed, he kinda just goes with the flow, isnt afraid to try new things but is also not afraid to voice his likes/dislikes! we love communicating

ride that man into the sunset and he will be yours forever

tiny bit possessive but not overbearingly so, more like "no one can fuck you like me anyways" :,) which is true

edge him and he will cry <3 dont worry he likes it

thinks its super hot when you take control ngl, he feels like hes gotta put up a front most of the time and to be able to break him down like you do...sheeesh

just make sure u hold him extra close after or he may start to overthink <3

isnt rough unless hes really worked up, he likes to really show you how much you get him going hehe

breeder balls there i said it !