ℒ𝓊𝓋𝓃𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒶 ⋆‧°𓏲ּ

❥ I write for basically whatever and whoever I like. Currently writing for Ekko from arcane but I’m open to everything!

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❥ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ 🪽.

༄ fluff, ✰ angst, ❣︎ smut

❥ 𝐄𝐤𝐤𝐨 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞.

- Birthday boy, pt2 ❣︎

- Early mornings ❣︎

- First time ❣︎

- Bf headcannons ❣︎ ༄

- Let me ༄

• His savior

Summary; As the Firelights’ medic, you always fix Ekko’s wounds… until he starts coming back for reasons that have nothing to do with being hurt, and everything changes when he returns on the edge of death.

Tw; Mention of blood? None basically.

The Firelights had never been short on chaos, but they had learned to survive it by building small pockets of order wherever they could. One of those pockets was the medical area tucked beneath the reclaimed structures of their hideout, a place that smelled faintly of antiseptic herbs, burned metal, and damp cloth. It was never quiet for long, but somehow it always felt steady when you were there, like even the worst injuries had a chance to become something manageable again.

You were the reason for that steadiness. Whether people called you a medic, a field nurse, or half-jokingly “the one who refuses to let anyone die” your role had become clear early on. You patched up Firelights after missions, cleaned wounds that should have been worse, and stitched together bodies that always came back a little too often. You never asked for praise, only that they didn’t make your job harder than it already was.

The first time Ekko ended up on your table, it wasn’t dramatic in the way legends would describe him later. He came in with a split brow, bruised knuckles, and a limp he insisted was barely noticeable even though he leaned heavily on the doorway the moment he thought you weren’t looking. You remember the way he tried to grin through it, like pain was just an inconvenience rather than something worth acknowledging.

“You’re going to tear something if you keep pretending you’re fine” You had said without looking up from your supplies.

“I am fine” He replied immediately, then winced the second he shifted his weight.

You had sighed, but there was no real frustration in it, only familiarity with stubborn men who thought healing was optional. You cleaned him up carefully, your hands steady even when his breathing wasn’t. Ekko watched you more than he should have, like the attention of being treated was something new instead of routine.

That should have been the end of it. Patch him up, send him off, forget the face.

But Ekko didn’t forget.

The next time he showed up, it was a cut on his arm. The time after that, a bruised rib. Then a dislocated finger he claimed happened during training though no one else had seen the training. Each visit was just believable enough that you couldn’t outright accuse him of lying, and yet something about the timing never quite added up.

Then it became stranger.

He started coming in when he wasn’t injured at all.

At first, he would stand at the entrance of your medical space under the excuse of checking supplies or helping reorganize equipment. He lifted crates too easily for someone who supposedly needed rest, and he lingered too long after tasks were done. You would turn around from your work to find him still there, leaning against a table, watching you as if he had nowhere else to be.

“You’re not hurt” You said one day, crossing your arms.

“I know” He answered simply, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

A pause stretched between you, filled only by distant noise from the rest of the Firelights. You raised an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation that didn’t come.

“I just… had time” He added after a moment, scratching the back of his neck.

That was the first lie that didn’t look like one.

After that, the pattern settled into something unspoken. Ekko would appear more often than necessary, sometimes with minor injuries that didn’t match the frequency of his visits, sometimes with nothing at all. When he had nothing, he would find something to do near you anyway. He carried supplies, fixed broken shelves, or simply sat nearby while you worked, pretending it was coincidence.

And slowly, without either of you naming it, the space between patient and visitor began to blur.

There were moments when your hands brushed longer than needed while you stitched him up. Moments when he stopped joking mid-sentence just to watch your expression when you were focused. Moments when silence between you didn’t feel empty, just… full in a way neither of you knew how to explain.

“You don’t have to keep coming here, you know” you said one evening, as you wrapped his arm after yet another unnecessary scrape.

“I know” Ekko replied again, softer this time.

But he still didn’t leave.

The truth was written in everything he didn’t say. He liked being here. He liked you. And in a place built on survival and war, that felt like something dangerously close to comfort.

Then everything broke—

It happened during a mission that went wrong in a way no one had predicted. Firelights returned in fragments—voices shouting over each other, footsteps rushing through corridors, panic spreading faster than any wound you had ever treated. And then they brought him in.

Ekko wasn’t walking— He wasn’t even conscious.

He was carried in by two Firelights, blood staining his clothes, his breathing shallow and uneven in a way that made your stomach drop before your mind even caught up. The room that had always felt controlled suddenly felt too small, too loud, too sharp around the edges.

“Lay him down” You ordered, your voice cutting through the chaos as your hands were already moving.

Someone said something about collapse, about the fight, about how close he had come to not making it back at all, but you stopped hearing the words after the first few seconds. All that existed was him, slipping further than anything you had ever seen him slip before.

“No, no, stay with me” You murmured under your breath as you worked, pressing cloth against wounds, stabilizing what could be stabilized, your fingers moving faster than your thoughts.

His pulse was weak. Too weak.

For the first time, your hands shook.

“You don’t get to do this now” You whispered, leaning closer as if your voice alone could pull him back. “Not after everything. Not like this”

The room blurred at the edges as you pushed yourself harder, refusing to let exhaustion or fear slow you down. You stitched, pressed, adjusted, ordered supplies without looking up, your entire world narrowed to the fragile rhythm of whether he would stay or slip away.

And then, after what felt like an eternity but could have been minutes or hours, something shifted.

A breath. Slight, uneven, but real.

You froze.

Then another breath followed it, weaker than the first but undeniable.

Relief didn’t come gently. It hit you all at once, sharp enough to make your knees nearly give out. You pressed your forehead briefly against your wrist, breathing out something between exhaustion and disbelief, before forcing yourself to keep going, because survival wasn’t the same as safe.

“You’re not allowed to scare me like that again” You said quietly, though he couldn’t hear you yet.

When Ekko finally opened his eyes hours later, the room was dimmer, quieter, the chaos reduced to tired silence and fading tension. You were still there, seated beside him, sleeves rolled up, exhaustion written all over you but refusing to leave.

His gaze found yours slowly, like even that cost him effort.

“You’re… still here” He murmured.

You let out a breath that almost sounded like a laugh, but it cracked halfway. “Of course I am. Someone has to make sure you don’t make a habit of dying on me”

A faint smile tugged at his lips, weak but real.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. There was too much in the silence—everything that had been building long before this moment, everything that had almost been lost, and everything neither of you had dared to name.

“Next time, I’m gonna try not to come in here dying” Ekko said softly, trying to shift the mood, and a soft sound left you before you could stop it, something between a sigh and a quiet laugh. You leaned back slightly, shaking your head a little.

“Yeah—You better” You said, almost gently.

That should have been the end of it, but neither of you treated it like one. The silence that followed wasn’t empty, it just stretched, slow and unforced, like neither of you felt the need to rush through it. Ekko kept looking at you, and this time, you didn’t look away either.

You shifted closer without really deciding to, just enough that the space between you felt smaller than it had a moment ago. It didn’t feel deliberate, just natural, like it had been heading there already.

“Well…” You said quietly, your voice softer now. “Even if you do… I’ll still be here” A pause. “I promise” You added, meeting his eyes properly now. “I’ll always be here”

Something in Ekko’s expression changed at that—not surprise, not disbelief, just something quieter settling into place. Like he was finally hearing something he didn’t have to argue with.

“Always?” He asked, almost under his breath, like he was checking if it would stay real.

“Yeah” You answered simply. Another small silence passed, and then your voice dropped just slightly, less certain in tone but just as steady in meaning. “As long as you keep coming back”

That was enough. No more questions followed it, no hesitation either. Ekko just exhaled once, slow and real, like something had finally aligned the way it was supposed to.

“Yeah” He said quietly. “I can do that”

Neither of you moved away after that. The distance between you had already faded without either of you naming when it happened, and when Ekko leaned in, it wasn’t sudden or uncertain—it was just the next natural thing in a conversation that had already gone past words.

And you met him halfway without thinking.

It wasn’t rushed. Wasn’t hesitant either. Just slow, steady movement until there was no space left to pretend it was anything but what it was.

The kiss was quiet and unforced, warm in a way that didn’t try to become more than it needed to be. It lingered only because neither of you moved away, not because either of you held on too tightly. His hand stayed where it was, close but not gripping, like even that felt unnecessary.

And even as the kiss slowly softened, neither of you really pulled away. The space between you didn’t fully return, not enough to feel like separation—just enough for a breath, a shift, a quiet pause where nothing ended. Ekko stayed close, his forehead almost brushing yours again, and it didn’t feel like a break so much as a moment you could step out of and back into whenever you wanted, like neither of you was in any hurry to decide where it stopped.

And from that night on, it was clear—Ekko wasn’t going to stop coming back.

idk if ur requests are open to feel free to ignore!! could I please have ekko smut with a (top) male reader and (bottom) ekko? maybe ekko was really tired and stressed for the day and reader decided to "help him out" wink wink nudge nudge

again u don't have to do this if ur requests aren't open lol have a good day!!!!

Heyyy thank you so muchhh💕💕 And yes my reqs are open!!!

But unfortunately I don’t think I’ll be able to do your request😞 i don’t have anything against mlm I just simply don’t think I’m good at it and tbh I don’t really know how to write it💔💔



Is the fandom really dead💔💔💔

She was a thief, known only as a shadow, hiding from a past that threatened to consume her. He was a savior, determined to bring light to a broken city and to those who needed it.

No one knew what she looked like. No one could catch her. No one could capture her. And he knew better that to even try to. Until she messed with what’s his. And then he couldn’t look away anymore.

It was supposed to be just a simple deal. No attachments. No contract after. Just both of them getting what they wanted. She didn’t care for him, and she sure as hell didn’t trust him.

But what if she needed him?— What if he needed her?

• Book content/warnings: contains graphic descriptions of violence, abuse— including child abuse and past trauma, blood, mentions of scars, explicit sexual content, course language and other themes that might offend you.

• The story is on wattpad and you can find it right here 💗💗

• sfw

❥ Ekko isn’t the really jealous type. He trusts you completely and doesn’t get worked up over nothing. But if someone gets a little too close or too comfortable with you, yeahh, it starts to bother him. He won’t make a scene, just gives the guy a cold, warning look first. If that doesn’t work, he’ll step in with a sharp comment while wrapping his arm over your shoulder, to put them back in their place.

❥ His love language is definitely acts of service and physical touch.

❥ Lets you repaint the white firelight symbol on his face every morning.

❥ To Ekko, trust and loyalty are everything. Don’t even think about lying to him! He can sense it almost immediately, just from your first words. He never lies to you, so he wants— no, he expects the same honesty in return, no exceptions.

❥ Gives the best hugs.

❥ Big fan of cuddling/just chilling together and absolutely LOVES back scratches!! Doesn’t matter if his back is on the verge of bleeding, he does NOT want you to stop.

❥ PDA is a bit complicated with him. Ekko isn’t afraid to show you off or kiss you in front of others—he actually likes people knowing you’re his. But at the same time, he doesn’t go too heavy on the lovey-dovey stuff in public. As a leader, he keeps a certain image, so he holds back just enough.

❥ Can recognize you just by the scent of your perfume or the sound of your laugh.

❥ He always gives you a kiss before a mission. Doesn’t matter if it’s your lips, cheek, forehead, or temple—he won’t leave without it.

❥ Plays fight/Spares with you!!!

❥ He absolutely LOVES when you’re wearing his clothes. Always gives you his jacket when it’s cold and his shirts to sleep in.

❥ He only really trusts you with his hair. You’re the only one he lets touch it, play with it, or mess with it however you want.

❥ He memorizes every little detail about you—your habits, your likes, all of it. And anything he doesn’t know yet, he wants to learn. You mention liking something once? Don’t be surprised to find it on your desk one day. You simple saw something that caught your interest? He’ll remember and bring it to you later.

❥ Loves teasing you. Just loves to see that look on your face and the way you roll your eyes in mock annoyance while trying not to blush whenever he makes a teasing comment.

❥ Most of his notebook pages are filled with sketches of you— your face, yours eyes, every little detail of your body. He just loves drawing you whenever you’re not looking.

❥ Does push-ups with you on his back!!!

➾ Picks you up like you weigh nothing. Easily manhandling whenever he needs or simply wants to.

❥ Teaches you how to fly a hoverboard whether you like it or not. Doesn’t matter if you’re a Firelight or not—he WILL teach you how to use that thing. He’s patient about it, but also very persistent, and won’t stop until you at least know the basics and can stay on it without falling every two seconds. He doesn’t do it just for the fun or thrill of it— he thinks it’s pure survival.

❥ Always, and I mean always wants you to be with him. Whether it’s during meetings or missions, doesn’t matter, just needs you by his side. HATES going out or anywhere if you’re not attending as well.

❥ Can’t sleep properly unless you’re by his side.

➾ BIG SPOON!!!!

• nsfw

❥ Knows your body better than you do, he can make you come in five minutes or less if he wants to.

❥ Puts your pleasure about his.

❥ He doesn’t enjoy receiving oral as much as he enjoys giving. Of course he’d never turn down a good head— Especially ifs it’s you under his desk while he’s “working”— But it’s definitely not something he’d ever ask for himself.

➾ DEFINITELY an eater!! You had a long day? He’ll eat it. He had a long day? He’ll eat it. Dives in like a starved man. Always gets too drunk and easily carried away just by your taste. Can overstimulate you with just his tongue. Makes sure to lick you clean after.

❥ On the thicker side, 6.5–7 inches.

❥ Loves marking you just as much as he loves being marked by you. By the time he’s done, there are hickeys all over you—but the next morning, he makes sure they’re all covered. He doesn’t want his team noticing anything.

❥ Quickies are very often due to his busy schedule and duties as a leader. This man really does not have much free time.

❥ He absolutely loves it when you take control. There’s just something about having you on top of him that drives him crazy. He loves being a sub tho he’ll never really admit it.

❥ Is into praising instead of degrading. “My good girl/pretty girl”, “you’re doing so well f’me” “That’s it, let me hear you, baby”

➾ He could never bring himself to call you things like “slut/whore” Maybe, just maybe, he’d try it once—just once— if you were really into it, just because he wants to please you, but he still wouldn’t like it. Don’t ask or expect it again. Even if just in private, he can’t bring himself to disrespect you like that.

❥ Ekko is a very VOCAL man!! Groans/grunts, soft whines, whimpers, he doesn’t really hold back. But unfortunately, with the lack of privacy in the hideout, both of you have to keep it down, no matter how hard that is.

❥ Very clingy. His hands are always on you—your face, your body, your legs. He just needs to be touching you, like he can’t get enough.

❥ When not exhausted from the constant missions and his duties, he can go multiple rounds. He has a lot of stamina (definitely more than you) so buckle up. Overstimulating you beyond words. Doesn’t matter if you’ve already cum five times. He just loves pushing you right to your limit, keeping you there until you’re completely worn out and can barely move.

➾ You will not be able to walk the morning after.

❥ King of the pull-out game!! Ekko is a very responsible man and usually doesn’t take risks like this— But he just loves the feeling of you around him. Loves cumming on your stomach or back (depends on your position). Not much of a condom-fan either.

➾ If you’re on the pill, he’ll still pull out just in case. Can’t afford risking knocking you up. He already has too many responsibilities on his shoulders and can definitely not handle raising a kid right now.

❥ Fav position is probably missionary— he just wants to be able to see your pretty face and how good he makes you feel. But also loves the sight of you bent over his desk—or any furniture tbh—while he thrust into you from behind. Will flip you onto your stomach when overstimulating you.

❥ Not really into threesomes and would probably never suggest or even think about it, but if that’s what you want, then he’s down (after some convincing). Would be very picky with the person too— He just wants what’s his, staying only his.

❥ Remember when I said he loves to tease you? Yeahh, meant it!! Ekko will take his absolute sweet time with you. Edging you till you beg for it. (When your time isn’t limited ofc)

❥ Aftercare is really important to him. Will always clean you up no matter how tired he is. Will go as far as to showering both of you if things get really messy. Pulls you close and cuddles right after.

Summary; Ever since Heimerdinger came to the firelight hideout, you two had no time for eachother.

Tw; smut, mdni +18, p in v, sub!ekko x top!reader.

"Fuck—"

You whined softly, nails digging slightly into Ekko's skin as you rocked your hips slowly. Ekko sighed, the grip on your waist tightening, fighting the urge to trust up into you.

"Shh, 's too early, baby. People gon' hear you" He mumbled, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. His eyes stayed locked on your face, watching as your teeth sank into your bottom lip to muffle the sounds threatening to slip out.

The scent of sweat and sex lingered in the small room, thick in the air. Soft pants and restrained whines echoing softly against the wooden walls as your hands pushed on his bare chest, stabilizing yourself as your hips rolled on top of his own.

With Heimerdinger always being around—and you mean always—it was hard for you and Ekko to have any time to yourselves. There was always something: working on a new project, fixing an old one, discussing new ideas, or developing previous ones. Heimerdinger would often come into your room uninvited, knocking just once before walking in, arms full of papers pressed to his chest.

So the risk of you two doing... anything was high, and your time was limited. You couldn't even remember the last time you had Ekko to yourself. These past few weeks had been nothing but small kisses, unfinished make-outs, and touches that always begged for more. Every time you tried to even start something, there was always a knock at the door, someone yelling Ekko's name, or people bursting in before anything could happen. And at night, Ekko would either be busy with plans or come back far too exhausted to even form a proper sentence.

Of course, you respected that.

You let him rest, let him get the sleep he deserved. But at the same time, you couldn't help the feeling that kept building inside you... that need. It didn't even have to be the whole thing—his fingers would do, or his tongue, or even his knee—anything to make that aching throbbing and friction between your legs disappear. And him being so damn fine didn't make it any easier for you. The way his biceps looked under the morning light, his muscles flexing whenever he worked on something. The way his jaw tightened and his eyes rolled whenever someone said something completely stupid. Everything about him just made things worse.

Not that it was any easier for him.

After going so long without you, his body had started reacting in ways it didn't before. He would randomly get hard in the middle of the day, making him curse under his breath as he tried to hide the very obvious bulge in his pants. Still, there was no doubt he handled it better than you. Not because he didn't want you— cause, fuck, he needed you— but because his mind was almost always occupied with something else. Plans, inventions, missions. Always something to distract him, to make him forget, even for a moment, the way his body reacted whenever you looked just a little too good.

You were both just humans after all. Humans with needs. Needs that grew way too impatient—

So you took whatever time you could get, no matter how little. Even if it meant waking up way too early because you simply couldn't take it anymore.

And that's exactly what happened.

You, restless and frustrated, unable to sleep properly—not like this, not with Ekko pressed so close behind you. His chest flush against your back, his arm wrapped around you, his presence warm and suffocating in the best and worst way possible. Every small movement made you press back into him, your ass brushing against him through the thin fabric of your clothes.

And before any of you even process it— You were both wide awake.

You were on top of him, straddling him while Ekko laid flat on his back, his hands on your waist as you rode him. His shirt still clinging to your body, panties pushed to the side, his sweats and boxers shoved down to his thighs. Both of you too impatient to remove any of your clothes properly.

"Shit, just like that" He grunted, his dark eyes focused on your face and the expression of pleasure written all over it. Your pussy clenched around him, his cock dragging in and out of your warm, slick walls. You could feel the veins twitching, the pre-cum licking from his tip, mixing with your wetness.

You picked up the pace, moving up and down his length a little faster, earning a low groan from the Firelight leader, his adam's apple bobbing as he felt your pussy tighten around him. His hands wandered higher up your body, sliding beneath the shirt and stopping just under the curve of your breasts. His grip tightened slightly, his thumb rubbing slow circles against your skin.

"Fuck, Y/n—" Ekko gasped as you rolled your hips to a new angle, your velvety walls sucking him in all over again. "That's it, that's it" He praised, groaning as quiet as possible as his eyes lowered to where your pussy sucked in his cock. Your lips parted, your head thrown up to the ceiling as you whined.

Ekko grinned faintly, a soft chuckle escaping him. "Keep quiet, baby—Uh— You gon' wake people up" He teased, even as he struggled to hold back his own sounds when your nails dug into his chest.

You rolled your hips again, your breath uneven, warmth spreading through both of you as the new angle hit just right. "Ek, fuck, 'm close" Your whimpered quietly, dropping your head forward again. Your pussy clenched tightly around him as you sank down, making it harder for Ekko to keep his groans quiet. "Yeah, me too. Just keep doing that, fuck—"

You nodded, biting down on your lip as your hips slotted down against his pelvis and his cock nested all the way inside you, making him whimper softly. And you took note of that, repeating the action over and over again, making sure to slam a little harder, roll your hips just right, each time.

Ekko's pants grew louder, his control slipping, unable to hold his sounds back as your walls squeezed him tighter. Without thinking, your hand came up, covering his mouth with your palm as you slid down on him again.

His eyes snapped to yours, locking instantly. A smirk formed against your palm, his lips brushing your skin as his cock twitched inside you at the feeling of your fingers gripping his face a little firmer. He couldn't help himself— his hips jerked upward, meeting your rhythm, driving himself deeper inside you.

Your lips parted, a moan ready to escape—but before it could, Ekko's hand shot up to cover your mouth. You frowned at first, but then you caught it— that look in his eyes, that knowing glint, his smirk still pressed against your hand as he thrust up into you again.

You were both losing it now.

Both of you moaning freely, your sounds muffled by each other's hands as Ekko's hips kept meeting yours, noises of skin slapping skin echoing in the room.

You pressed down again, his cock fully seated inside you, your clit grinding against him and sending another wave of pleasure through your body. A soft, muffled moan vibrated against his hand.

That familiar coil in your stomach tightened further, pulling you closer and closer with every movement. And so, you picked up your pace, spreading your legs a little wider and letting yourself drop down on him harder, drawing a whimper out of him. The new position bringing your bodies even closer, your clit rubbing more firmly against him as his cock reached deeper inside you, his tip hitting your g-spot with every drag of your hips.

Your pussy clenched, squeezing him tightly, and Ekko threw his head back, a loud, yet once again muffled groan caught beneath your hand as your grip on his face tightened slightly, his eyes rolling back.

"Mmmgh—" Ekko mumbled, tried to say something against your palm, but it came out broken, followed by another strained whimper as you slid down on him again.

You grinned slightly, knowingly, slowing your movements but pushing deeper each time. You felt his grip tighten on your waist, guiding you down harder along his length. Your gazes locked, your whimpers growing more frantic, breaths coming quicker and heavier. Your walls tightened again, and Ekko's cock twitched inside you, throbbing—only a few more deep thrusts were enough to push you both over the edge.

Ekko’s gaze shifted, questioning in a way— asking for permission. And you got it immediately, nodding without much hesitation.

Your release hit at the same time, both of you gripping each other's mouths a little tighter to better muffle your moans. Ekko's hot cum filled you, spilling deep inside and slowly dripping down his length, mixing with your own juices before trailing onto his stomach.

Your head tipped back as your hands slowly fell away from each other's faces, your quiet, heavy breaths filling the room instead. Your chest rose and fell, your legs trembling slightly as you lifted yourself off him, letting him slip out before you collapsed against his chest. Ekko's hand came up to you back, gently rubbing up and down your spine as he tried to catch his breath, a soft chuckle leaving him at your weakened state. He pressed a small kiss to the top of your head, lingering there for a moment.

"God, I needed this. I missed this— Missed you" You mumbled between pants, sighing in relief and Ekko followed, nodding. "Yeah, I missed you too" He said softly, still catching his breath, your body rising and falling along with his as his chest heaved.

"Y'know" You started again. "I read somewhere that when two people finish at the same time it's called unicorn sex" You said, your voice calm, steady as your breathing slowed.

Ekko frowned in confusion, his hand pausing on your back as he blinked. "Unicorn-What?— Where did you even read that?" He asked with a scoff, chuckling slightly. "I don't know, just, somewhere" Your muttered, nodding slowly, your cheek still pressed to his chest. Ekko shook his head, still finding it too funny to take it seriously.

"Okayy... Why unicorn? Why that name?" He asked, still frowning in disbelief. You sighed, slowly shifting and rolling onto your side. "Cause unicorns are supposed to be magical, and rare— Just like finishing at the same time" You teased, giving him a kiss before resting your head on his chest.

Ekko pulled the covers over your bodies, his other arm remaining wrapped around you, holding you close. "Does it have a meaning, or...?" He asked, chuckling teasingly again.

You shrugged gently, your hand playing around with his in the air. "I think it was something like— 'it represents a rare moment of emotional and physical synchronization-like both people being so in tune with each other that their bodies respond at the same rhythm'" You explained, repeating the line word for word.

"It symbolizes a deeper connection" You added, playfully interlocking your fingers. Ekko nodded, humming mockingly. "Yeah, well, obviously we're connected. I was inside you just a minute ago—" He teased.

You rolled your eyes instantly, an annoyed sound leaving your lips. Your hand dropped his and moved to his face, squeezing his cheeks firmly. "I meant like mental connection, not physical!" You said, your fingers gripping his face tighter, shaking it slightly and making him hiss between laughs.

"Okay, okay!" He managed through his squeezed cheeks, chuckling as you let go of him. "All I'm saying is that we got both covered" He said, voice still teasing, lifting his hands in mock defense.

You rolled your eyes again, but couldn't stop the scoff that escaped you, a small smile tugging at your lips. "You're so annoying" You said in mock annoyance, letting out a playfully groan, pretending to turn around. "Mhmm" Ekko mumbled, his arm tightening around you and pulling you back to him.

His lips found yours, kissing you, completely ignoring the way you kept up the act. Yet, it didn't take long before you gave in, melting into the kiss once again. Your leg slid over his stomach, moving to the other side until you were straddling him again.

Ekko's hand moved to your face, cupping your cheek to pull you closer. His tongue brushed against your bottom lip, waiting for permission to which, of course, you complied, parting just enough and letting him slip in. You rocked your hips slowly, swallowing the sigh that escaped him almost immediately, smirking as you felt him harden again, his cock pressing against your ass.

Ekko pulled away slightly, a faint smirk on his lips. "What's you say? Another round before Heimer bursts in with more inventions" He asked teasingly, titling his head.

You didn't answer—Just grinned, leaning in again to meet his lips. You lifted your hips slightly, your hand already moving down to line him up to your entrance, both of you letting out muffled sounds into each other's mouth as you sank down on him again.

"Fuck—"