(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="http://i.imgur.com/sEDyI8b.png" width="65%" alt="" />](align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[##A Pound of Witt](align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[an explicit Loba/Reader/Mirage fiction]
(align:"<==")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=")[This takes place during Season 5 (Loba's launch season, and //well// before the Crypto age reveal).
This may also seem a little name heavy, but that is to provide clarity for all pronoun options.]
(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[[[Start->Explanation]]]What is your character's subject pronoun?
(dropdown: 2bind $She,"She","He","They")
What is your character's first name?
<input type="text" data-varname="firstname">
What is your character's hair color? (lowercase)
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What is your character's hair length? (short, chin-length, long, etc.) (lowercase)
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What color are your character's eyes? (lowercase)
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(link-goto: "Done", "aPlayer")
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Pronouns (Uppercase): $She, $Hernotposs, $Herposs, $Hers
Pronouns (lowercse): $she, $hernotposs, $herposs, $hers
First name: $firstname
Hair color: $haircolor
Hair length: $hairlength
Eye color: $eyecolor
$firstname ran $herposs hand through $herposs $hairlength, $haircolor hair, $herposs $eyecolor eyes staring across the desert.
If that looks correct, please [[Start Here->Page One]]
If ''not'', please click the curved back arrow above in the upper left hand corner to re-enter the information.(if:$She is "They")[(set: $she to "they")](if:$She is "He")[(set: $she to "he")](if:$She is "She")[(set: $she to "she")](if:$She is "They")[(set: $Hernotposs to "Them")](if:$She is "He")[(set: $Hernotposs to "Him")](if:$She is "She")[(set: $Hernotposs to "Her")](if:$She is "They")[(set: $Herposs to "Their")](if:$She is "He")[(set: $Herposs to "His")](if:$She is "She")[(set: $Herposs to "Her")](if:$She is "They")[(set: $Hers to "Theirs")](if:$She is "He")[(set: $Hers to "His")](if:$She is "She")[(set: $Hers to "Hers")](if:$She is "They")[(set: $hernotposs to "them")](if:$She is "He")[(set: $hernotposs to "him")](if:$She is "She")[(set: $hernotposs to "her")](if:$She is "They")[(set: $herposs to "their")](if:$She is "He")[(set: $herposs to "his")](if:$She is "She")[(set: $herposs to "her")](if:$She is "They")[(set: $hers to "theirs")](if:$She is "He")[(set: $hers to "his")](if:$She is "She")[(set: $hers to "hers")](if:$She is "They")[(set: $was to "were")](if:$She is "He")[(set: $was to "was")](if:$She is "She")[(set: $was to "was")](if:$she is "they")[(set: $was to "were")](if:$she is "he")[(set: $was to "was")](if:$she is "she")[(set: $was to "was")](if:$She is "They")[(set: $wasnt to "weren't")](if:$She is "He")[(set: $wasnt to "wasn't")](if:$She is "She")[(set: $wasnt to "wasn't")](if:$she is "they")[(set: $wasnt to "weren't")](if:$she is "he")[(set: $wasnt to "wasn't")](if:$she is "she")[(set: $wasnt to "wasn't")](align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="https://vatnalilja.neocities.org/images/VK-47_Flatline.png" alt="" width="100">]
"You met Loba yet?" Elliott asked as he wandered back into the bedroom with two plates of food, wearing nothing but a black apron that read "Kiss the Cook" in large, white script. $firstname didn't even know where he found it; $she $wasnt aware $she owned such a thing.
$She $was still nestled in bed. It was early yet and $she had time before $she needed to be at work. Elliott had spent the night and woke $hernotposs up in about the most pleasant way possible: lazy morning sex followed by breakfast in bed.
"No, she definitely has her own agenda. I don't really talk much with the newer Legends. Other than Oc and Natalie."
$She set $herposs mobile down and took the plate of bacon and eggs from him as he got back into bed. $She'd known Natalie for a while since her father had worked on the games. Different area and all, but their paths had crossed plenty. $She $was happy to see her join the games. It gave $hernotposs someone new to cheer for, and honestly, it helped blur that line for $hernotposs a little.
"Speaking of, did you know Crypto is a year //older// than me?" Elliott asked as he snapped into his bacon. "He calls me 'old man.' "
"Better skincare routine, I guess," $firstname said, giving him a sly smile.
"Damn, okay, shots fired."
"Ask him for some tips on your next jump together. Maybe he has BB cream recommendations."
"You've really been digging through my bathroom drawers, huh?" he asked.
"I don't give a shit how much product you use to stay pretty."
"Go on about me being pretty."
$firstname patted his cheek. "I gotta get ready for work."
"You need help in the shower?" he asked.
"I have to get //clean//, Witt."
Once $she $was done eating, $firstname leaned in and kissed him, letting $herposs lips linger. If $she stayed too long, $she worried he'd distract $hernotposs, but it was hard to pull away. Elliott was a disaster, but he was one hell of a disaster.
"Call in sick. I can open the bar later. Or not at all,” Elliott said.
"Call in sick, he says."
$She handed him $herposs plate and slid out of bed.
"Just send me nudes all day," $she said, flipping a blanket up at him as $she left. "There's an extra keycard in my desk."
"H-how many of us have copies now?" he asked, his tone conveying that he wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer.
$firstname paused in the doorway, tilting $herposs head as $she turned to look at him where he sat. He looked a little helpless. $She $was sure he didn't do it on purpose; he wasn't manipulative. Whatever puppy dog act Elliott had was legit.
"I rekeyed the place last month, so if you take it... just you," $she said, then shot him several finger guns before finally leaving for the bathroom.
"Hey, that's my thing," he called after $hernotposs.
By the time $she got dressed and ready, Elliott was pulling his boots on by the door, $herposs keycard between his teeth. The sight gave $hernotposs a little extra energy to go with the cup of coffee $she had in hand. He stood up straight, adjusted everything with a slight shake, and then slipped $herposs card into his front pocket.
"This is still an open thing, yeah?" he asked.
"Yeah, Elliott. I wouldn't want to cramp your style," $she replied.
"You're a doll," he said. "I'll text ya."
"Sure, sure."
He gave $hernotposs an exuberant kiss on the cheek before making his exit. $firstname stood, staring at $herposs front door long after it had closed behind him, sipping $herposs coffee, wondering whether he'd actually text. Eventually, $she decided that it didn't matter and got on with $herposs day.
(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[[[Continue->Page Two]]]In this bit of writing, the protagonist has a vulva, clitoris, vagina, etc. and breasts. The year is 2733. The protagonist could have this body for a multitude of reasons.
The author has included a tool that allows the reader to select their pronouns.
I am about to ask you some questions about the protagonist on the next page.
What you enter will show up in the rest of the piece, so make sure you capitalize correctly, etc.
These variables will stay the same for the rest of the piece.
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$Herposs skills often went to waste because the Syndicate rarely wanted anything new for the games, but they'd occasionally send requests for non-standard modifications as the seasons went by. Anyone who spent any time in the militia or just out in the Frontier was familiar with the munitions used in the games, but with enough changes, it made predictions difficult. $She supposed that was the point. But none of these changes were secret from the Legends. They were all invited to come in and test the changes before a match.
$She $was pouring over a set of requests when $herposs mobile vibrated on the tabletop nearby. $She regarded it, $herposs lips pursed, before pulling it over and unlocking it. A multimedia message had come in from Witt. He was full of surprises lately.
With $herposs head propped up in one hand, $she used the other to pull open the message. There was no text, just a photo of about six Elliotts, all nude, caught in some attempt to look cool or alluring.
"Must be something good because that's a hell of a grin."
$She clicked $herposs mobile off immediately and looked up, barely recognizing the voice as someone $she had yet to chat with face to face. Loba had entered $herposs shop and was striding toward $hernotposs, her hip sway so pronounced that it was damn near memorizing.
"What brings you in?" $firstname asked.
"The //boys// told me you've got a testing range. I'm curious. Do you have a peacekeeper here I can test?" Loba asked as she looked around the shop.
$firstname knew precisely what this was about. Loba had gotten a fully kitted-out peacekeeper from a care package late in the last game and hadn't landed a single shot with it. To be fair, $she also found it suspicious. The gun didn't look like it was behaving properly. These were the little ways the games were fixed—drop a care package directly on a team with a weapon too good to resist, only to be mysteriously betrayed by it. $firstname couldn't say that out loud, though. Not here.
"Sure. Right in back. When you're done, let me know."
"Oh, I will," Loba said before gliding away, her two long braids swinging behind her like pendulums.
$firstname forgot about $herposs phone for a moment as $she watched Loba go. The sound of the shotgun finally shook $hernotposs loose from wherever $she had mentally drifted off to. $She flipped $herposs mobile back on. Knowing Elliott, he was probably midway through a crisis since $she hadn't sent a response yet.
//One of each, please//, $she replied and shook $herposs head as $she looked at the photo again.
$She returned to work, or at least tried, as $herposs mobile buzzed several more times. While tempted to take a look, the firing range grew quiet, and Loba returned, her face dark. All $firstname could do was sigh and sit back in $herposs chair.
"Not here," $firstname mouthed, whispering faintly.
"I'll get your number from Witt," Loba replied, her eyes narrowed.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Of course not," Loba said.
Once Loba was gone, $firstname grabbed $herposs mobile and got up. $She needed a break and was long overdue for lunch. Mostly, $she just needed to get away from the premises. $She went just far enough into the city to treat $hernotposs-self to some ramyeon and pulled open Witt's messages.
$She had to hand it to him—where most guys would send pictures of their dicks, he put in the effort to take nice, full-body nudes. His vanity had its upsides. And every reply $she sent resulted in more. If this was how he was spending his day, $she $was a little jealous.
Thanks to his distraction, the day went by fairly quickly, and sometime around 1900, $she got a message from an unknown number.
//Come to the Paradise Lounge.//
Was there really any point in discretion anymore? It seemed like a waste after what had happened in $herposs own workshop, after all. There was no way $herposs employer didn't know if they didn't want to. As long as it didn't interfere with $herposs job seemed to be the key factor, and $she certainly $wasnt the one rigging the weapons. That happened after they left $herposs hands.
Resigning $hernotposs-self to the inevitable, $she headed straight from work to the Lounge.
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"Hey!" Elliott said from behind the bar in surprise as $she strolled in. "What brings you in?"
Loba was sitting alone in the back with a bottle of wine and two glasses, waiting. The place was otherwise empty. $firstname pointed at the bar's sole occupant.
"Loba asked me to come."
"Ohhh ho, so is this how tonight is going to—"
"Stuff it, Witt," Loba called from across the room.
"I'll catch up with you, handsome," $firstname said, then made $herposs way over to Loba, who was already pouring a second glass of wine.
"So tell me. Was that shotgun absolutely fucked up? Because it couldn't have been me," Loba said as $firstname sat.
"What do you want me to tell you? That the games are rigged?" $firstname said. "If it makes you feel better, I didn't jack that peacekeeper up. That's above me."
Loba laughed a genuine, cheerful laugh, which caught $hernotposs off guard, then clinked their glasses together. The thief's demeanor changed completely, melting from stand-offish to something much warmer, almost inviting.
"It's just a job, isn't it? I suppose we all need to get by," Loba said. "Well, I've changed my mind. I like you. You're straight to the point. I wasn't sure what to expect from Witt's SO—"
"I'm not that," $firstname said.
"Of course, you aren't. You don't belong to anyone, do you?" Loba asked with a wink. "But you're doing the poor man a charity."
"He just needs a lot of attention," $firstname said as $she downed $herposs first glass of wine, glancing over at him where he stood wiping out already clean glasses, trying not to blatantly stare at them.
He was failing.
"You need more time with the girls," Loba said. "Why don't you and I get to know each other."
$firstname paused and gave Loba a long look, then held out $herposs wine glass for a refill. $She had no idea why this gorgeous woman was flirting with $hernotposs. While $firstname was confident in $herposs appearance and proud of $herposs body, the Legends were... the Legends.
"Sure. Just don't think it means I'm going to be a treasure trove of Syndicate information," $firstname said.
"Darling, I'll be happy if you tell me when I've been fucked over in a match. Also, you have lovely eyes," Loba said, filling $herposs glass.
"You have lovely... everything," $firstname replied.
Loba laughed again, the sound filling the bar.
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$Herposs new friend made it a habit of inviting $hernotposs to the Paradise Lounge for wine after work about once a week or so. The later $she got there, the busier it was. When there happened to be a crowd, $firstname got to enjoy an entirely new experience: watching Elliott try to flirt. At first, he seemed to do well—he was handsome and famous enough to grab anyone's attention. But as the minutes went by, $she could see the party with whom he was chatting slowly start to disengage.
"How can he be so bad at this?" $firstname asked as they watched from their usual spot.
"Looks can only get you so far," Loba said. "He tries too hard. You, of all people, should know that."
$firstname leaned on the table and swirled the wine in $herposs glass idly, thinking back to all those months ago when the man would come into $herposs workshop to half test the modifications to the weapons and half bother $hernotposs. $She remembered how obnoxious he could be, but $she $was forced to endure his company over a long enough period that $she got to know Witt bit by bit. $She $was sure that despite the shit the other Legends gave Elliott, they felt similarly. $She had seen it here and there. In fact, they were a much tighter group than the public realized.
"You might be the only person who has spent more than ten minutes with him that looks at him like that," Loba said, smiling in a way that told $hernotposs there was more going on in the woman's mind than she let on.
The bar slowly emptied as the night wore on, leaving just the three of them sometime in the early hours of the morning. $She had tried to head home several times, but Loba kept $hernotposs, especially once $she let it slip that $she $was taking the morning off the next day.
"Elliott, be a dear and do me a favor," Loba said, standing and pulling $hernotposs along.
"What could you possibly want?" he asked with a flick of his hair. "Besides me."
"Go lock the front door and then take all your clothes off," Loba said, tugging her newfound friend behind her to an unoccupied lounge sofa.
"Wait, what?" Elliot asked.
"What?" $firstname asked, nearly in unison.
"You too, darling," Loba said.
Not wanting to miss an opportunity, Elliott rushed to the bar's front door and engaged all of the locks, then turned back to the women, discovering that Loba had already ensnared $firstname in a kiss, arms wrapped around $herposs waist. $firstname wasn't struggling—in fact, after a brief moment of what appeared to be surprise, $she returned Loba's kiss, which was firm, nearly domineering, but at the same time, had far more finesse than that any of her male counterparts.
He pulled his shirt over his head as he approached them, hardly believing his luck. When he drew close enough, Loba looked at him in such a way that made him pause.
"Finish and sit down," she commanded, pointing to the sofa.
As he struggled with his trousers, Loba slid her hands under $firstname's shirt, finding $herposs breasts. She squeezed them gently, smiling from ear to ear. Without another word, she sat $firstname down on the sofa next to Elliott and began removing $herposs clothing, her hands running along any newly exposed skin. $firstname let out small sounds that were a mixture of surprise and pleasure as Loba groped $herposs hips and thighs.
"What about you?" Elliott asked.
"Shut up, Witt," Loba said, her light brown eyes narrowing as they shifted toward him.
"Shutting up."
"Sorry beautiful, but my nails are too long," Loba said as she pushed $firstname's knees wide. "But there are other ways. Why don't you take care of your boyfriend here while he watches."
When she received no objections, Loba leaned in between $firstname's legs, her tongue immediately on $herposs clit. Elliott took $herposs hand and placed it on his cock, but $firstname was in such a state of shock that $she $wasnt registering anything at that moment, so he formed it around his shaft and used it to stroke himself as he enjoyed the show before him.
Long whines escaped $firstname as Loba used both hands to spread $herposs labia and sat back to admire $herposs flushed pussy. She ran a finger up and down over $herposs clit, then looked up at Elliott with another grin.
"You just want to make $hernotposs come, don't you?" Loba asked. "Listen to the gorgeous sounds $she (if:$She is "They")[make](else:)[makes]. Look how wet $she (if:$She is "They")[are](else:)[is]... Here's what I'm going to do, Witt. I'm going to make $hernotposs come, then (if:$She is "They")[they're](else:)[$she's] going to sit on your dick, and I'm going to make $hernotposs come again. How does that sound?"
"F-fine by me," he said. "Hey, I'm just happy to be here."
"That sound good to you, beautiful?" Loba asked, pressing on $herposs bud, which had become much more pronounced.
$firstname nodded emphatically.
Loba's mouth was on $hernotposs again, flicking $herposs clit with lightning speed. $firstname attempted to pay attention to Elliott but was too distracted to do so. $She couldn't remember the last time anyone had $hernotposs this keyed up so quickly. $She $was on the verge of coming already, $herposs breaths turning into whimpers and then desperate whines. Loba forced $hernotposs back onto the sofa as $she came, $herposs body wanting to arch up off the cushions as the tension that had built in $herposs lower abdomen exploded. The Legend didn't let up immediately, though, giving $hernotposs several more insufferable moments of attention that made $hernotposs let out a string of curses. Only then did Loba relent, sitting back and wiping her mouth on the back of her wrist.
She helped Elliott pull $firstname onto his lap, facing away from him. $She $was just coming out of $herposs fog when he slipped his erection up into $hernotposs, making $hernotposs groan long and loud. He grasped $herposs hips and pushed himself up into $hernotposs as $herposs orgasm repeatedly gripped and released him.
Loba sat on the sofa next to them, her mouth on $firstname's breast, her tongue rolling along $herposs nipple. As Elliott began thrusting from underneath, using the sofa to bounce himself up in and out of $hernotposs, Loba's two fingers found $herposs clit.
"I just came," $she murmured, holding onto Elliott's arms.
"Why stop at just one?" Loba asked, her voice perfectly smug. At that moment, she clicked on the small finger vibrator she had quietly slid on her middle finger and pushed it into $firstname's bud, returning her attention to $herposs breast.
The sensation was overwhelming. $firstname was still sensitive from $herposs first orgasm, but now with Elliott's dick, $she $was sure $she $was going to lose $herposs mind. $She wanted to push them both away. It was too much, and yet at the same time, $she wanted to ride it out and see how far this overstimulation would go.
At a certain point, time might as well have stopped. $firstname could no longer tell how long they had been at this. Elliott was growling behind $hernotposs, one of his hands now on $herposs other breast, clutching at it roughly, while Loba teased $hernotposs with the finger vibe.
"Please," $firstname begged, $herposs voice growing ragged.
"Isn't that sweet?" Loba asked. "Since you asked so nicely."
With that, Loba pushed the vibe firmly into $herposs engorged bud and spun the speed up to high. $firstname practically screamed, $herposs hands scratching at Elliott's forearms. $She didn't notice when Loba moved the vibe away and quickly rolled down the tops of her leggings, moving her hand between her own legs as she enjoyed the show Elliott was providing. $She $was too busy grinding $hernotposs-self against him, $herposs $eyecolor eyes rolling as far back into $herposs head as they could possibly go. $She felt like $she $was going to blackout.
With a few final thrusts, he stammered something that resembled words and pushed the $firstname down into his frame as hard as he could. He kept $hernotposs there as his leg began to shake, his head rolling back onto the top of the sofa. His arms then went limp, and the moment he let go of $hernotposs, $herposs back fell against his chest as $she gasped for air, $herposs legs giving out underneath $hernotposs.
Minutes went by before they both returned to reality. He spread his legs wide, letting $hernotposs sit between them. $She continued to lean against him but turned $herposs head to see how Loba was doing.
"Am I losing my mind, or is she just not here?" Elliott asked, waving his hand to the empty space where the woman had once been next to them.
"She snuck off," $firstname said, stretching $herposs legs out in front of $hernotposs. "She probably didn't want to hear any Mirage à trois jokes."
"Oh, come on, that's good material," he said, pretending to be wounded. "But seriously, did that... just happen?"
"I must have been //very// good in my past life," $firstname muttered after a bit. "Because I can barely believe it, either. Fuck, it's late."
"Well, you don't have to go home," Elliott said, nuzzling her $haircolor hair. "But you //can// stay here."
"Thanks," $she said through a yawn. "Let's go fill your bed with dupes."
"Babe, you know exactly what I like."