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[crazy-fandom-madness]

What I’m a legend right?Mirage x Reader

So I was taking about being down bad for Mirage when I started playing so here and yes I kick my legs and giggle while reading my own fics enjoy

Summary: Mirage try’s to impress you but you let him know he doesn’t need anything fancy or cool for you to love him

Words 1.1k+

Sfw/ Establish Relationship/ Angst/ Fluffy End

“I’m sure I can hit that target no problem.” Vantage just looked at him. “You have a peacekeeper.” That didn’t seem to bother him he took aim at the target ready to shot. You walk over and grab the gun from him. “Hey come on I was going to do something so awesome.” You simply look at him. “I’m stopping you from making a fool of yourself. Again.” He crossed his arms but got another idea. “Hey octane wanna race?” You can see Octavio’s eyes light up he would never turn down the chance to race. “Your on amigo try and keep up.” Of course Mirage lost no one can out run Octane. “Nice try compadre but no one can beat me.” Elliott walked back over to you out of breath embarrassed. He just looked at you before heading to his room, where he remained all day. Back at the drop ship you say with Horizon and Valkyrie enjoying some tea.

Remember that Mirage has been in his room all day. You excused yourself to see if he was ok, getting no answer from knocking you open the door. “Hey Mirage you in here are you ok?” Was he crying? Yep he was. “Oh hey I was just uuhhh yea I’m fine.” You walk in and close the door gently you grab his arm. “No your not what happened?” He tried the hid the fact he was crying. “What do you mean I’m fine….totally fine.” Holding his hand but making sure if he wanted to let go he could. “Please Elliott tell me what happened I know you’re not ok.” He looks down and lets go of your hands turning away. “Do you think I’m a loser?” You didn’t even let him finish his sentence. “Of course not why would you ever think that?”

Those words played on repeat in your head. “No it’s ok if you do you don’t have to lie.” Putting his head in your hands you wipe a tear. “I don’t I would never think that I promise.” Now hugging him you cry with him. You don’t understand why the would think this sure he’s had days like this before but never like this. “I’m not as good as the others I can’t shot like Vantage I can’t run like Octane I can’t-“ you cut him off with a kiss. “Elliott I love you for you I don’t want anyone else.” He smiled and looked a little embarrassed. “I guess i let it get to me again sorry about that.” You hold him again and told him there was no need to apologize.

Seeing his heirloom trophy you grab it. “You’re the best in the outlands aren’t you?”He finally laughed grabbing it from you, heaved it in his hands. Like a child with a new toy. “Yea I’m Elliott Witt the best legend in the outlands.” He puts it back in the shelf and pulls you in for one last hug. “Thank you I really needed to hear that.” You mess up his hair and smile. “Anything for you now let’s get some rest you need it.” He doesn’t hesitate to jump into bed. Holding you close you tell him how much he means to you. He falls asleep with you him his arms and not soon after you always join him in dream land.

You wake up to him already gone, you start to get up as the see one of his clones. Soon after he walks in with some food and drinks. “Didn’t want you to get lonely.” He taps the clone and it disappears. “I got some breakfast for us.” Sitting up you grab the coffee taking a sip. “Thank you gals to see your feeling better.” He half smiled putting his food down. “Yea it just really gets to me something but I know you will never leave me for someone else here.” Taking another sip you question if he even made this food, not that it mattered. “So best legend in the outlands what’s the plan for today?” He dramatically make it look like he was in deep thought. “Well I was thinking we just hang out here just us how does that sound?” You giggle at his goofy nature. “That sounds wonderful.” You copy his dramatic expressions.

Making you both laugh, that wasn’t the first time you have seen him cry and it won’t be the last. But no matter what you will be there for him the same way he is there for you. “So what’s first in your list?” He kicks his foot on the ground like a child. “I was hoping we could cuddle some more.” Laughing again you grab him. “Cuddles with Elliott Witt I would be honoured.” He hold you close making sure he knew how much he loved you. “Thanks again for last night.” He still seemed embarrassed by it. “Yea anytime hey don’t be so embarrassed every one has days like that everyone crys.” He smiles a little happy you didn’t judge him. The love you for that. “After this I was thinking we could hang out at Storm Point then we could go to my bar and get some drinks maybe look at the stars.”

You zoned out half listening to him just enjoying the moment. He finally finished talking asking if that sounds good. You agreed only knowing half of what he said. “But till then let’s just enjoy each other’s presence.” He nodded playing with your hair as you both went to sleep again. Sure there was a lot planned ahead but for now there was nothing just relaxing. But he kept his promise and took you to Storm Point and made you a sand castle which he fell on top of. Next stop was his bar making your favourite drink and of course hovering you a show. His dancing and singing skills could use some work but hell it was funny to watch. As the day ended star gazing as last on the list. “The sky is so beautiful at this time.” He agreed in amazement he let you lay on his legs, he was at a lost for words.

Which never happened. “I’m so glad I get to spend my life with you doing this.” You say up looking at him. It harmed your heart so much. “I could say the same here I never would have thought this is how my life would go but this is so much better then what I could have ever imagined.” You both watch the stars until you fall sleep he smiles. Carrying you back to his room getting some more blankets and some water. Slowly you wake up a little confused. “Elliott?” He turns. “Yea it’s me go back to sleep.” You don’t protest letting dream land take you again. You feel his chest against your back he was so warm. Never wanting this moment to end. He kissed your head. “Goodnight I love you sleep well.” You didn’t have the energy to reply you just make a sound earning a small giggle from him. As the turns off the light you’re already asleep ready to see what tomorrow brings.

[boobav]

Sanguine

He could offer you nothing.  

During dark hours where his metal hands slithered along your body is when he felt this realisation most deeply. He could give you no warmth, no child- he couldn't even kiss you. Kaleb wasn't even sure if he could love you, a simple thing to most, but to him, one who hadn't felt the touch of such a thing during centuries of life, he wasn't sure at all. 

And yet, time and time again, you came to him.  

You pressed hot kisses against this face forced upon him and sighed in content at each one. His fingers knead the flesh of your hip as you straddle him in his plain, undecorated room, and he listens as your heart thrums quick and hard between your ribs. He undoes your shirt buttons deftly and hums as your hands move to cup his face.  

He was vile. He was the villain in countless stories, the shadow waiting in the dark; he'd told you so countless times. Months upon months piled up like paperwork, but for some reason, you continued to disregard his verbal attacks and senseless force. You stayed, a thorn in his side that continued to remind him that he was still much too human. When he fucks you like a man starved, he finds himself yearning for his long-dead body, for his blue eyes and smooth voice, not for himself, but for you. So you could be normal, you could be warm, and safe, and content. So you could feel more than steel and rage with your gentle touch. 

He brushes his unmoving, metal lips over your neck as your shirt is thrown across the room. He knows that you'll leave him- of course you will. As he helps you discard your shorts, he thinks, and he knows. How could you ever be content with a monster? With a monster who lacks every desirable aspect of humanity, with a monster who can't mutter out I love you, even when it weighs down on his fake tongue and strangles him with its twisting fingers.

And as he enters you, silicone and steel, he knows he will never be enough. No amount of metal can recreate what you need, what you deserve. His hands squeeze your thighs as he fucks up into you, carnally, face shoved into the crook of your neck to stifle his own noises as you moan his name, his real name, and he thinks of what a sick joke his life is; he holds perfection in his hands, he hears it cry his lost name, but he will never be enough. 

"Are you okay?" Your voice comes out breathy, broken, and Kaleb stills within you. You bring a hand to his face, guiding it away from your neck. Of course, you could decipher nothing from his expression, for it never changed, still as the mountains no matter the situation. But you could tell from his silence that something was bothering him behind those yellow eyes.  

"Yeah." Is all he says, and leans in, waiting for you to press a warm kiss against his cold lips. And you do, humming as he moves his hips again, slowing the pace slightly.  

You want to prod; you want to beg him for his real thoughts. But getting those out of Kaleb was nigh impossible. Rarely, on a cool summer night stargazing, something about his past or present turmoil will spill from his lips, and you cherish it, you love his words because you love him. But you knew that pushing him for vulnerability was a mistake, no matter how much your heart hurt for him.  

And he knew he was stupid. He knew that he was ruining the one good thing in his pathetic life by not opening up, by fucking you and pretending there was nothing to it besides lust. His eyes are trained on you as you throw your head back with a moan; he eyes the bead of sweat rolling down your neck, he eyes your lips, your closed eyes, the curve of your nose. He feels the ghost of his heart flutter and thump with humanity, and he hates it.  

He hates it because he knows, deep down in the pitiful thing he calls a soul, he knows that you will leave him. He knows that this will not last, that the butterflies in his chassis that swarm when he sees you will die, because you will realise that he can offer you nothing. He shoves his face back into your neck as he cums, mechanical hips stuttering against your bruised skin, a synthesised groan of both ecstasy and agony crawling from his throat.  

You drag him down into bed with you, and unlike every other time, you are met with no resistance. You cling to his metal frame like ivy, sighing at all the words left unsaid that linger in the air, making it stale and unbreathable.  

"Kaleb?" You ask with a nervous lilt.  

"Hm?" His hum sounds somehow exhausted.  

"You know I'd never leave you, right?"  

"I know. You tell me this every day." He wants to slam his head against the wall for responding to your sincerity with sarcasm. Yet, despite your constant statements, he can't bring himself to believe you- because he knows better. He knows that eventually you'll run off. As soon as you get a taste of the humanity absent in Kaleb through someone else, you will leave. It'll fill your lungs and pump through your heart like fire, and you'll be wondering why you wasted your time on him at all.

But, even so- as you mumble against his chest and hold him somehow tighter, he can't crush that fluttering of hope inside him that maybe...  

Maybe you won't leave.

[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.

[freaknerd33]

Maybe some head canons of characters received gifts or small amounts of affection. Revenant perhaps?

showing kindness to robots sure turns them squishy like humans, hm?

think of this as a late valentines post

The Legends Receiving Gifts & Affection

characters included: revenant, loba, caustic

consist of: sweetness! long ass headcanons oops! and some vague gift ideas.

word count: 900+ (906 if you’re curious)

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Revenant

- There isn’t a lot he’d expect as a gift, given that a lot of things wouldn’t be of use for him. The idea of gifts actually slipped his mind completely until the first time you gave him one. It was a nice little headband.

- He stared at it blankly in his hands. He wasn’t sure why you were giving him gift, but upon looking at it some more, he came to appreciate it.

- He gives thanks with a simple hum. When he’s alone, he’s fiddling with the fabric and deep in thought.

- He likes it a lot. He thinks it’s practical. And subconsciously, the color/pattern is a nice contrast to the red that takes over his design. Makes him feel… a little nice about himself?

- He never thought he’d have the capacity to accept and appreciate a gift. He certainly can’t remember the last time he did or if he ever did.

- Is secretly hoping for more. if his faceplate could move, the idea of getting gifts from you would bring a faint smile to it.

- He also craves affection (it’s a co-requisite with pretty much any other love language you choose to express)

- the act does something funny but exhilarating to his processors.

- Any act of affection could make him swoon in some way, but he usually tries to play it off with a sound feigning annoyance.

- Is secretly holding back a love-filled sigh when you give him soft kisses or subtle, fleeting touches

- my boy just wants some love. it’s a different experience for him and he chases it willfully

Loba

- Loves and appreciates every gift you give her. It doesn’t matter if she can steal anything she desires. The love put into a gift is more than thieving can outdo. The gifts she receives from you makes her swoon every time.

- “Oh darling… this is just as beautiful as the last. Thank you…”

- Biiiig smooch on your cheek or forehead as she continues to look over the item.

- She truly accepts every gift whether it’s jewelry or otherwise, expensive or not. She likes that the gifts you give her reflect your inner mind. Even if it was some obscure, handheld item, she’d find it cute/interesting and would find somewhere to display it or put it to use

- And she’s a huge gift giver herself! She’ll give you anything you ask for or even vaguely mention.

- “Now it’s my turn to give you something nice darling. No really, you deserve it my love.”

- Pretty much gives you twice the amount of gifts you give her

- She’s also very careful with you. If she decides to get you anything expensive, she’s sure to double check that it’s nothing too expensive or rare enough for someone to try and track. She doesn’t want you in danger because of a reckless steal.

- Is elated sharing gifts and other things with you. She’s very, very affectionate and seeing you in a good mood puts her in a good mood.

- She sometimes glances at you and simply decides to attack your face with kisses. Is always caressing your face as she just adores you.

- “You are so gorgeous…”

Caustic

- Ugh i cant stand this guy (lying)

- If you give him something, you may have to be a little patient with him.

- When you first started giving him things, he refused them.

- “You can have it back. I have no need for your obnoxious trinkets.”

- After a couple of attempts though he starts to accept them, but usually doesn’t even open them until days later. Chances are if you place it somewhere where he can see it constantly, he might open it a little sooner.

- If you give it to him unwrapped, that’s even better. It pushes him to see it for what it is and accept it. His reaction is barely a hum of approval, but he takes it nonetheless and moves on.

- When he’s alone he observes it meticulously. Truthfully, he thinks fondly of your gifts. Even if he wouldn’t deem them useful, they still get some appreciation.

- Has a spot somewhere where your gifts are all huddled up and subtly on display. He personally doesn’t like gifts, but the fact you occasionally give him things is something he can appreciate as well.

- He kind of wants to give you something in return, but is super bad with gifts.

- And being genuine.

- And nice. lol.

- He’s quite the observer though so he recalls your interests or anything else you’ve talked about to come up with a gift idea.

- Goes for something simple. He’s way too flustered to give you anything too specific because he knows you’d point out his attention to detail.

- He’d try not to make it a big deal when he gives it to you as well. Will stomp up to you and simply place it in front of you.

- Behind his brash demeanor, he’s actually smiling, satisfied with himself when your reaction to the gift is positive.

- When it comes to affection, he prefers to keep it to a minimum. But moments like these where you’re really happy loosen him up a bit and he may let you dote on him however you’d like.

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[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.

[scaryman-fancam]

REVENANT X READER ANGST DRABBLE - tw: talk of death, death, detailed fear of sudden death, grief

It’s a quiet evening in the little apartment.

He had no need for a place to rest at night, or at all. The place was rented specifically as a way to know where you were. He liked knowing you were safe in a little place he’d picked personally. Having control gave him some sort of reassurance that you’d be alright while he was away, because it was his home, his bed, his things keeping you cozy and warm.

You’re curled around his waist. He drags the metal of his fingertips across the screen in his hands, clearing jobs off of his list. Ones that had kept him away for months at a time. He tilts his head slightly every few minutes in between logging details of each hit, optics flicking to you, checking on you, casting a small, momentary spotlight on you in the slow dimming of the room as the sun dipped behind the other buildings in the city.

He was the literal mechanical grim reaper. Death was his job, his medium. A grisly artist who left carcasses as canvases, signed with a special brutality reserved for those unfortunate enough to end up in his job queue. He was all too familiar with death. He had died again and again, numb to the darkness that exists in-between each new vessel. Numb to the cold and the pain of the metallic husk collapsing in on itself, of the burn in his chest when the motors and circuits whirr to a painfully slow end, suffocating as his systems shut down.

Then he wakes up again.

Death was nothing to him. Thousands at his hands, thousands of his own. Thousands more simulated in the games.

It had you wondering.

Life was dangerous. Living is dangerous. Something could happen at any given moment. Hell, Wraith had told you that something HAS happened at any moment across different universes. If you could imagine it, it’s happened.

She’d warned you that in many universes, Revenant was your way out. Had your first meeting gone any differently, perhaps in a universe where he didn’t truly know his own strength. One where he was still a human, and you were one of his last hits before dying for the first time.

You’ve thought about it. Stressed about it. But has he?

It itches at the back of your brain for months. Brewing viciously and boiling your entire being along with it, mindlessly moving and writhing as the denied fear tries to look for a scrap, something to feed it and let it fester, something to let it root in the back of your mind—

“What’s got you squirming?”

His rough voice breaks your train of thought. You still, blinking up at him, his eyes already trained on yours, his tablet set aside. He’d been watching for a while.

“What’ll happen when I die?”

The first words that come out of your mouth. You know the answer. He’d told you many times when he was haunted by the thousands of deaths he was forced to endure.

He scoffs, like it’s irrational, “You won’t know you’re dead. You’ll know that you’re dying, but you won’t know when it’s settled in, like falling asleep.”

It’s supposed to settle you, the way he spares you of the worst of it. You can’t decide if it works. You must’ve been too quiet too long for his liking, so he pokes your forehead.

“What else is happening in that pretty little head of yours?”

It almost makes you smile. That sarcastic and playful streak trying to warm the fear bitten part of you.

“What will you do when I die?”

He stops. He’s quiet for a long time. It’s a question he too has wondered about. He’s numb to the concept, death is tangible, yes, he’s seen a light go out a million times, burnt bulbs to never be replaced, but he can’t help the twinge of discomfort of not being able to stop death. He can control the way they go. Cut short and quick, or painful, slowly draining the life. He can’t prevent death.

He’s a killing machine. Not made for healing, not made for care, tenderness and love. Everything he does is rough, it’s harsh, unforgiving. If you fear death, he wonders, why are you with him? It makes him uncomfortably angry at himself. Something soft and weak offers itself to him, equipped with claws and blood in every groove of his mechanical being. Makes his hands itch, even now when he longs to be gentle, he wants to lash out in anger at the way fate has left him as a monster.

He’s lived for hundreds as a monster, and he’ll live for hundreds more as one. Wishing he were gentle for just one night to truly indulge in the fragility of your being does not reverse it. He will remain a monster, long after you are gone. Unchanged.

“Knowing you, you’ll probably have earned it,” he decides, folding his arms. No room for argument as he scoffs, “Asking questions like that, always so fearful. The world out there will eat you up,” his voice dropping to a low rumble before he laughs, the grating mechanical sound hopefully distorted enough to hide the shimmer of weakness. The long forgotten phantom ache on the outer corners of his eyes, the burn that follows after, invisible heat rimming the shiny water lines. He bows before no other, but secretly he thanks a higher being that he is no longer flesh, that you cannot see the ghost of how he feels.

It eases you, his sadistic sarcasm, somehow. This master of death speaks to you as if it is no big deal. So maybe it isn’t.

“Thanks Rev,” the words are soft and reassured, and he leans down to bury his cold face into the side of yours, “keep me warm,” he mutters, grunting as he repositions himself, ignoring the way you squirm and try to push away the frigid metal with annoyed huffs and giggles.

The lights are off, the curtains drawn. You’d leave all the lights on, your eyes weren’t like his: artificial and equipped with night vision. He wanders the place at all times when he isn’t busy, not bothering to change vessels or clean the viscera away when he gets home.

You used to complain about the blood crusted footprints he’d leave on the rug. So he simply stays off of it now.

He traces the damage you’d left in the place as well. Chipped paint from tripping over the coffee table and into the wall. A coffee stain on the white marble counter that just wouldn’t go away. He’s certain he could get rid of it now, but he’s not sure if he can.

Revenant finds himself with his face to the wall. In the couch cushions. Even limp with his head in the empty washing machine, searching for traces of your scent. He’s done this routine enough to know that there’s nothing left. He’d greedily breathed in every trace of your presence in the first few months.

It doesn’t stop him from checking.

There’s a dirty cup in the sink. He holds it in his hand, mimicking you, the clink of his metal lips to the ceramic, following your motions, fruitlessly putting his lips to where yours once were. He wishes he had a tongue, so he could check the silverware for just a taste of you left.

The bedroom is the worst.

He avoids it when he can.

But it’s been a rough day. A rough week. A month, a year. Maybe longer?

It’s going to be a rough forever.

Slipping into the room with the grace of a zombie. It’s been a good couple hundred years since he’s felt exhaustion, but the constant burning around his optics has warn him thin. At the bed, he finds himself curling up in the divot of where you used to lay. The mattress hasn’t been used properly in a decade already, and he knows the hollow has changed its shape. It’s not truly yours anymore, his heavy form wearing the foam down further. He regrets lying in it, damaging the relic of your residence, but starvation leaves a dog desperate.

His legs tucked to his chest, arms binding them in place, head tucked between his knees. Fetal position, though he wishes fate would miscarry him this one time.

He’ll pretend that he is rotting, already with you. He’ll never die. They’ll make more of him for as long as they can.

But for now he’ll keep his consciousness in this one. He died the same day as you, his heart ripped from the otherwise hollow chassis of his being. The slow burn of the death of his circuits the only comfort, dreaming that one night it will be the final time.

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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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PLEASE SEE FIC REQUESTS as of feb 17th

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cuddling with the legends pt. 4

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

In this post: Fuse, Valkyrie, Seer, Ash, Mad Maggie

a/n: i wrote this like two years ago and never posted it, sorry if it's maybe kinda inaccurate now and short compared to my other posts

Fuse

I might just be fantasizing right now, but I feel like Walter's a real touchy dude and he loves when his partner cuddles up to him. He eats that shit up and doesn't mind cuddling all day everyday. He's definitely grabbing a handful of ass no matter what position you two are in, but he's a big fan of having you lay on top of him.

Valkyrie

Kairi only likes to cuddles while winding down, whether that be before bed or after sex. Her hands are on your waist at all times and she's always pulling you closer. She's definitely gonna flirt and make plenty of sleezy comments the whole time.

Seer

He's a lover and he loves to cuddle. He wants to be very close and intimate with his partner, so of course he's gonna wanna cuddle. Expect candles, nice thick blankets and maybe even a small massage. He wants you to hear how his heart beats for you so expect to have your head on his chest often.

Ash

Ummm Ashleigh Reid is NOT a cuddler. She is all business all the time. She will literally have to be powered down before you should even consider just thinking about it. Sorry gang

Mad Maggie

Also not a cuddler, but less anti-cuddle than Ash. She's too busy girlbossing and being a Salvonian icon to cuddle. If you're cuddling Maggie, you would definitely have had to be very close to her for a very long time. She's partial to spooning if she is cuddling.

[vip3r-r]

let me yap about crypto for a second

Nsfw content below!!

Yall think crypto is like a pathetic virgin?? Like hear me out

He’s been running away since forever PLUS living with his sister before they found him, and now I’m the games he’s always paranoid so he won’t be accepting no kitty from any girl— crypto is a harsh, cold and cruel person, he doesn’t care for others unless he knows them (at least that’s what I kinda got from his character)

Does NOT know what to do with his hands, like should he put them in your hips? Or should he grab your hair? What does one do with hands

I feel like crypto would be a vocal person if he was inside of you, he could try and hold it down, be quiet and continue with his mysterious persona, but he can’t. Moaning and whining how good you feel, his hands on your hips as he goes deeper inside of you, he would definitely hide his face on your chest/shoulder just so you won’t see his pathetic expressions. WILL DEFINITELY come in a few minutes because this is his first time let him be.

He talks a lot of trash with that mouth, he can probably satisfy you with it too. Would definitely make you squirm with his mouth, learning every second he does give you head because he’s a nerd like that.

WHAT AM I SAYING— HES PROBABLY A GOD WITH HIS FINGERS (probably, maybe he only is a god at typing zeros and ones)

Crypto with glasses is just so much better, plus his messy hair?!? God. It matches how loud he is in bed.

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Anything Mirage related I beg I am in distress for this man

hello! i'm so sorry it took so long but i'm a really busy person (i just sleep a lot...and that's why i have almost no free time :( but i hope you will enjoy it!

so since you didn't specify i will write that for afab reader (but will try to make it as gender neutral as possible)

will include some headcanons (sfw and nsfw) and a little short fic [sfw #teaser-is-scared-of-writing-porn #teaser-is-unexperienced]. I hope you enjoy. I never wrote about mirage so I truly hope he's not too out of character!

warnings: well, nothing too drastic in any part. just nsfw headcanons. mentions of alcohol in sfw ones. bondage in nsfw (if you squint) idk, if i missed something let me know

🛸 sfw headcanons:

he really likes to experiment in the kitchen. When you're in a relationship with him, be prepared for a variety of different flavors and dishes when you eat food. He loves to cook and he will gladly make you something good. Sometimes it is a disaster, but he can learn from his culinary mistakes and never do the same thing again. He is also open for any suggestions - you say the dish is too spicy for you? He will add less spice next time. Too sweet? He will keep that in mind.

speaking of cooking - he loves when you help him in the kitchen, it's always so fun to talk to someone and have a good laugh when you are in the room togheter. Sometimes he gets too into the conversation and cuts himself with a kinfe or burns himself but that's okay, because you're always there to patch him up!

there were times when Elliott was working as a bartender and it really SHOWS. He makes the best drinks for you when you come back home and you're tired or overwhelmed. Sweet, sour, strong or weak. Fruity or more subtle. He also knows a lot about wine and other alohols, always knows which to buy when you're going to any party and want to bring a little gift for your friends.

he gets a bit shy when you initiate PDA, he sometimes actually forgets what is happening and why you do it, only to remind himself that "wow, they are actually my partner! I'm the luckiest man alive!". On the other hand - he loves initiating PDA, sometimes it is a bit clumsy, like he tries to hold your hand but you were trying to reach for something so he just bumps his hand in you, or he tries to kiss the back of your neck but you were trying to wave your head back and you hit him in the nose. But he's so sweet anyways!!

🛸 nsfw headcanons:

i can imagine he is a switch. I'm sorry but he is absolutely not a dominant type of guy. He is sweet, caring, he would not know what to do, to give you pleasure and not hurt you at the same time. Sometimes he is on top, but he is really soft, he likes to go down on you, he enjoys holding your hand while he does it.

praise kink. definetly. should i even tell you more? tell him he is doing so good and his pupils become heart-shaped in a second. Sometimes he asks you for reassurance during sex, he does it so desperately like he would choke without it, like it was his oxygen.

" Please, tell me this is what you want, tell me i'm good. I'm doing good, right? I'm all yours, just tell me i'm doing good." he whines, looking up at you.

he has a hard time controlling himself when he's intimate with you. Like when you give him head and he promises to himself that he won't pull your hair, but when he's close, he sometimes just forces your head to move faster until he finishes. He will apologize later for that :(

i think he'd let you tie him up, i somehow can't see himself as someone that would know how to tie anyone up, but if you teach him, he's absolutely up to tying you up as well!

i can see him getting so desperate for you that he'll do anything for you. Tell him to kneel and he will, tell him to bark - he'll act like a dog, tell him to be a good boy and he (after some "trying-to-be-cocky" line) will.

SHORT FIC :

🛸 summary: unexpected dance (waltz) session with mirage :)

🛸🛸🛸WRITTEN WITH THIS IN MIND: 🛸🛸🛸 (for non-spotify readers, it's called "Waltz 'katzen blut'" by Yuji Nomi)

You never saw Mirage as a classy person. Of course, he knew how to prepare great drinks that were subtle, rich in flavor, but you only dreamed of having an actual elegant date with him. You were patient, you knew that Elliott was full of surprises, so you just decided to wait. Days went by, you were participating in more and more apex tournaments; you won some games, lost a few, and so the idea of a stylish, fancy date with him was somehow forgotten. But one day you woke up, and your partner was not in bed with you, in fact, he was nowhere to be found. You looked around, only to find a note on your bedside table. Opening a cute, fancy envelope, you took out a nicely folded piece of paper and read the text written on it. The handwriting was not the prettiest, but you immediately knew that it was his.

"To the love of my life, from yours only."

You saw the headline and smiled.

"I, Elliott Witt, am pleased to invite you for a picnic, but not a boring 'cookies and tea' type of one! Oh no! It will be a really delightful experience that I planned out just for the two of us to enjoy! That's why, my dear, the only thing you need to do is pick a fancy outfit and meet me at the front at 4 p.m. I'll be waiting."

Your heart fluttered when you realized that it might actually be a better idea than a night at a restaurant or something like that. Classy picnic? Just for you to enjoy? Oh, your man really knew how to please you.

Jumping out of bed, you tried your best not to get too excited. You picked out your best clothes and did everything else you wanted to do [skincare, make-up, etc.] and when the right time came, you walked outside of your apartment, heading towards the exit. Elliott waited for you in your shared car, and when you got in, he drove off. The silence that was accompanying you while traveling was not uncomfortable, it just helped to build the right atmosphere. Before arriving, Mirage looked at you with a soft gaze, hints of scarlet painted her cheeks as he whispered:

⎯⎯⎯ You look really beautiful, y-you know? I actually didn't think you'd take my note seriously... I mean, it's not like it was a joke or something! I just- uh…I just kinda think you might not like the idea of a picnic as much as I do… ⎯⎯⎯ There was a measure of anxiety scrawled all over his face, and you tried to ease it by holding his hand. He was clearly nervous, but he planned your date with such devotion and love, how could you not treat it with the same amount of passion?

⎯⎯⎯ Elliott, it's okay, I'm sure it will be great. You also look really good. This suit…suits you. ⎯⎯⎯ You giggled at your own pun and looked at the car window. It was getting dark. Last sunshine rays were casting on your face. So that's what it means to feel truly loved, huh?

When you arrived at the little meadow you recently discovered and considered yours, you could see that everything was already prepared. A little, wooden table in the middle, a medium-sized lamp shining with warm light at the top of it, a cute, colorful blanket laying nearby of everything else. Food hidden in the cutest basket you could ever imagine.

Elliott grabbed your hand, and you both started to slowly walk towards the prepared place. He then started to search for something on his phone, you tried to see what it was by looking over his shoulder, but he effectively made it difficult for you by covering the screen with his other hand. Suddenly, music started playing. It was soft and classical. Oh, you didn't hear any classical music in such a long time! There had to be a small speaker hidden somewhere near the table, because that's where the music was coming from.

Your boyfriend put his device away and held out his hand to you while smiling.

⎯⎯⎯ would you mind a little dance with me? Do you know how to waltz? ⎯⎯⎯ He asked gently, his voice getting a bit more confident.

You nodded, taking his hand, and as he pulled you closer, you discovered that he was not only the best boyfriend in the whole world, but also a great dancer! It was not only a simple waltz, it was a dance of intertwined souls, where every glance spoke volumes without uttering a word. You both found yourself relaxed and finally at peace.

the end, hope you liked it.

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Okay chat i’ve been brainstorming this idea for a while, but since there’s a small amount of revenant fics, i might have to fix it😔🙏

So i have a lil idea, revenant where like yk he’s like with the reader while she’s sleeping and he’s like just holding her and watching her as she sleeps. And so he gets the idea to like try and get some shut eye even tho he knows it never works. But like somehow he ends up dreaming. SOOO and he like realizes that he’s human again and he’s wearing his regular suit and everything yk, and then he notices the reader in his like complex or apartment(im not sure chat😔) and she like walks out of there bedroom wearing his like shirt or something and she’s still sleepy and everything, and revenant it does ALOT of things to revenant which he hasn’t felt in a long time. Reader goes up to revenant whilst rubbing her eyes and she hugs him, kissing him on his cheek and she tells him to have a good day at work. And revenants still stuck on the fact that he could feel everything, he felt your hands on the back of his neck, he could smell the cologne of his shirt you were wearing. And he felt the way your lips touched his cheek. Revenant didn’t realize that he was holding the reader so tight until reader rested her hand on his own. He just looks at her as if she’s an angel that’s ready to take him to heaven and he kisses her out of pure happiness and likeee from then on it gets a lil wild.

Okayokay this was kinda like a lil reminder for me or like to just establish my scenario yk. Bc either way im not sure how to develop the plot bc i just think of one thing and then i immediately jump to like the freakiness

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Revenant Boyfriend Headcannons

@reid-levesque

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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omg i saw the ask about dating the legends in secret, would you be able to do one for revenant?<3

yaaarse of course

i kinda have a thing for rev so I almost flew off the handle with these. Now i have headcanons of him stashed in the vault for later >:)

here’s a link to the previous secret dating hcs for those interested (with mirage and octane! 💙)

Dating Revenant in Private

pairing: revenant x reader

content included: private relationship, a little possessiveness (but we’re into that aren’t we), mentions of rev-typical violence

•°. *࿐

༻ It would seem, at first, that it wouldn’t be too complicated dating Revenant privately. You both prefer to keep more private lifestyles. He’s unapproachable, only goes out for work, and certainly doesn’t let anyone in his business.

༻ But it actually came to be harder than expected. Not by much, but there’s still a little risk.

༻ Revenant isnt known just for his assassinations and hellish appearance, but for his performance in the apex games too. And unfortunately, even a stone cold robot assassin can form an intense fanbase.

༻ He didn’t care for the idolization either way until the public took it as an opportunity to try and poke their noses into his personal life. Which he actually has now that he’s with someone.

༻ Some paparazzi actually have the balls to try and follow him outside the games sometimes, and that pisses him off to no end. He always thinks about killing them right then and there, but then he’d have to explain to you where all the blood came from.

༻ And being the gentleman he is, he wouldn’t want to step into his partner’s home like that.

༻ Especially since your home is somewhere for him to fall back, somewhere to find peace and a little routine. You help him experience a tinge of normalcy while he struggles with his immortality and sense of self. He’s made it a rule to never come home with the remnants of what he’s done throughout the day.

༻ Because your place is sanctuary to him, where any public perception of him is able to be left at the door.

༻ So the idea of anyone catching sight of it when it’s none of their business makes him quite possessive of you. He hates how aggressive fans or media outlets run the possibility of affecting your relationship with obscure narratives or stupid rumors. He fumes at the thought of anyone or anything ruining your relationship, because you’re pretty much all he has.

[theres-a-body-here]

Scumtober- Day 27 (Breathe Play)

Alexander Nox x Male!reader

Alexander couldn't help but feel irritated by how needy you seemed today. Yet, despite his frustration, your constant teasing had managed to arouse him — something he hadn't expected to feel in the middle of a game.

Now, here you both stood in one of the buildings at World's Edge; him pinning you against a wall while trying to hide his obvious erection beneath his pants. You could tell he was irritated behind his gas mask as he held his gloved hand to your throat.

"Aww, come on, Gas Daddy. I was just messing with you," you cooed playfully, referring to that little incident involving a cheeky slap on his rear earlier. Hearing those words sent chills down Alexander's spine – not because they were endearing, but rather due to sheer annoyance. His grip tightened around your neck as he let out a low growl.

A soft moan escaped your lips as you felt his hold on your neck increase. Watching your reaction brought forth a mix of discomfort and pleasure within Alexander – causing him to grit his teeth while simultaneously feeling his member twitch inside his pants.

Noticing his conflicted demeanor, you smirked before whispering softly, "You like treating me like this..." Pausing for effect, you added, "...Alexander?"

At the sound of his name spoken so intimately, he reacted instinctively by slamming you harder against the wall, eliciting yet another moan from deep within your throat.

Frustrated beyond belief, Alexander muttered a series of profanities underneath his breath while roughly tearing away the clothing that hung past his pelvis using his free hand. With the other still firmly grasping your neck, he quickly undid his buckle and pulled open his pants.

Alexander reveals his hardened member, its pale color standing out starkly against the dim light filtering through the windows.

Unable to resist taunting him further, you manage to choke out a sarcastically flirtatious comment, "Oh, what a pretty white cock!" This only fuels his frustration even more, resulting in another violent slam against the wall.

Alexander snaps back at you, "Keep it shut!" His voice sounds menacing even through the muffled filter of his gas mask. Complying with his order, you remain silent as he continues to apply pressure on your windpipe. Meanwhile, he presses his head against the wall beside yours, letting out quiet grunts of pleasure as he starts stroking his erection in earnest.

Determined to take control of the situation, you beg him, "Come on, let me help!" However, Alexander refuses to relinquish any power over the scenario – instead choosing to keep his grip firmly on your neck as he continues furiously stroking himself.

Through ragged breaths, Alexander informs you, "Consider this punishment for being such a pest throughout our entire game." His tone leaves no room for argument, making it clear that he won't tolerate any further interference from you.

Ignoring his warning, you continue to squirm and buck your hips into the air, desperate for some relief from the building sexual tension. But Alexander remains unfazed, focusing solely on achieving his release while maintaining his vice grip on your vulnerable throat.

In the silence of the abandoned building, the only audible sounds are your strained, moaning breaths and the wet, squelching noises emanating from Alexander's rapidly moving hand upon his swollen cock.

Unable to resist touching him, you gently caress the hand wrapped around your neck. This small gesture sends shivers down Alexander's spine, causing him to groan deeply and pick up the pace of his already frenzied strokes.

Summoning every last bit of strength left within you, you call out his name. "Alexander....". You sounded both strained and intimate.

Without hesitation, he lifts his head from the wall and presses his body flush against yours – ensuring every curve and contour align perfectly together. Then, he leans in closer, pressing his gas mask against your face.

Finally allowed some reprieve, you let out a whimper of relief and immediately start to buck your hips against the solid warmth of his body. Alexander obligingly adjusts his position, turning slightly to the side so he can continue stroking himself while gazing upon your beautiful, struggling expression.

Granting you a brief respite, Alexander releases his hold on your neck just enough for you to catch your breath. "Breathe," he orders, his voice low and commanding. Obeying without question, you suck in several deep breaths before feeling his hand constrict around your throat once more.

With renewed vigor, you resume thrusting yourself against Alexander's body while simultaneously battling for air as his hand tightens its grip on your throat. All the while, you fixate your gaze on the erotic sight of his slick, pulsing cock gliding across your trembling, clothed thigh.

Reaching the peak of his arousal, Alexander releases a guttural groan as he ejaculates onto your clothes, his gas mask remaining firmly pressed against your now teary face. As he reaches his climax, his grip on your throat tightens almost unbearably, threatening to cut off all oxygen supply completely. Just when you think you might pass out, he finally relaxes his hold, allowing you to regain consciousness and draw much needed air into your lungs.

Silence descends upon the two of you as you both recover from the intense experience. Still panting heavily, you lock eyes with Alexander, unable to look away from the intensity burning within his cold gaze. Suddenly, he reaches down and cups your swollen erection through the fabric of your pants.

Before anything can happen, the sound of footsteps echoes through the building from somewhere below. Startled, Alexander quickly withdraws his hand and begins tucking his spent penis back into his pants.

Frustrated by the abrupt interruption, you emit a frustrated whine, still desperate for release. Hearing your disappointment, Alexander grunts in annoyance before gruffly speaking, "I'll deal with you after the game is over."

Accepting his words as a promise, you allow yourself a triumphant smirk as you retrieve your Alternator. "So, it's a date then?" you teasingly ask, relishing in the slight blush that creeps onto Alexander's cheeks from behind his gas mask.

Briefly thrown off by your bold declaration, Alexander regains his composure and scoffs dismissively. "Insect," he mutters, though this time his usual derogatory term seems laced with something akin to affection.

Seizing the opportunity to escape the awkwardness, he snatches up his Nemesis and storms out the door before you can respond.

You shake your head and laugh before following him to face who's downstairs. You wonder what he'll do to your in his bedroom. No point in imagining now. Its time to win this game even if you have a rager the whole time.

Scumtober 2023 Masterlist

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Masterlist

Requests open! :c

Rules for Requesting

Fluff - 🌺

Smut/Spicy -🔥

Angst -⚡

Dark - 🌑🌒🌓🌔

Italics - Work In Progress

Reader is Gender Neutral, unless said otherwise.

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Favorite - Revenant x Legend!Reader (Series)

Touch - Revenant x Reader (Oneshot) 🌺

Ballistic - General Romantic Headcanons 🌺

Ballistic - General Romantic Headcanons (2) 🌺

Ballistic - NSFW Headcanons 🔥

Ballistic - First Date Headcanons 🌺

Ballistic - Sick S/O Headcanons 🌺

Ballistic - General Romantic Headcanons (3) 🌺

Lifeline - General Romantic Headcanons 🌺

[Untitled] - Ballistic x Store Worker!Reader (WIP) 🌺

Precious - Revenant x Reader (WIP) 🌺

[Untitled] - Revenant x Reader x Ash (WIP) 🌺

Lifeline - NSFW Headcanons 🔥

Staring Problem - Ghost x Reader (Oneshot) 🔥

Texting 'I love you' to TF-141 Late at Night (Text Messages) 🌺

Ghost - Breeding Kink Headcanons (FEM!READER) 🔥

Pervy!TF-141 Headcanons (FEM!READER) 🔥🌓

Second 'B' - König x Reader 🌺

Pervy!(Colonel!)König x Reader Headcanons 🔥🌓

Reader catching Pervy!König peeping (FEM!READER) 🔥

A Sweet Welcome Home - Ghost x Reader 🔥

Desperation - Ghost x Fem!Reader (WIP) 🔥

Down Time - Ghost x Reader (WIP) 🌺

Orange Peel Theory - Ghost x Reader 🌺

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Harley Quinn!Reader x König (FEM!READER) 🌺

Neighbor!Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader 🔥

The Sweet Sweet Shop - Ghost x Reader 🌺

Leland Coyle - General Romantic Headcanons 🌺

Richard Trager x Timid!Reader Headcanons 🌺🌔

Alastor x Reader x Vox 🌔