Always a dance with you



#iwtv#interview with the vampire#the vampire armand#amc tvl#assad zaman


seen from Israel
seen from Lithuania

seen from Russia
seen from China
seen from Netherlands

seen from Türkiye
seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States

seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Israel
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Brazil
seen from Argentina
seen from Georgia

seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Israel

seen from United States
seen from China
Always a dance with you

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
she's just like me fr
I wanna have a dance like this, I already dance like this I just wanna have a dance with someone and where the only ones there entrapped in the moment. I wanna have that freeing moment like this in the rain or somewhere. I would die if this happened, I need it to happen.
I want you.
Warnings: contains spoilers from chapter 43 of my Ekko x OC fanfic, smut.
Full fanfic can be found here.
Word count: 4.1k
*Six and Momo are the same person.*
"There's no way—" Ekko breathed, eyes blown wide as he looked around.
He knew this place.
Knew it well, actually.
They picked one of her lanterns from its hanging and used it to light their path down the narrow passage. They were met with stiff, heavy metal at the end of it, but it didn't take long for Ekko to realize what that metal was, and why no one was able to move it. It couldn't be pushed forward. It had to be rolled to the side. Once it'd been rolled out of the way, they stepped into a place Ekko spent countless hours in.
His personal little scrap yard where he stored bits of metal that was too large and plentiful to keep at the treehouse.
"You've been here before," Six stated rather than questioned. She was looking up at a massive, green Firelight symbol that had been painted on an enormous, slow-turning vent fan. Sizeable patches of rust tainted all four of the fan's wings, while mass pillars of metal that had fallen over with time were visible through the gaps. One of them had fallen in front of the hole they came through, which is why Ekko hadn't noticed it there before now.
"This is where I... keep stuff," he said, unsure how to phrase it.
She circled the place, looking around. The space was impressively vast, walls lined with mossed over metal and naturally lit by swarms of firelight bugs.
She looked at the various things he collected here. Old aerogliders, metal parts she thought might've belonged to a topside vehicle but couldn't be sure, sink taps, a busted radio, and... was that a sink?
There was also a couple of old shimmer barrels, which if she had to guess, were emptied before they were brought here.
But the most eye-catching thing about the space was a white-painted, metallic pseudo-throne. Stretches of fence-like metal pieces branched out from the back, held together by a loop of alloy.
"What's this supposed to be?" she asked, moving closer to get a better look.
"That," he said, getting closer as well, "—is a long story."
She looked over at him in intrigue. "Whose idea was that?"
"It was combination of things," he said before turning around and plopping down into the seat, leaning back and resting his arms on the metallic armrests. "Some of the kids got into the habit of calling me 'King Ekko', and some of the guys picked up on it and made this as a gag." A smiled formed on his lips as his gaze went unfocussed, his mind replaying the memory. "Walked into the meeting room one day and my usual chair was replaced with this thing."
A ghost of a grin tugged at the corners of her mouth as she watched him reminisce. She looked him over, and as she did so, her smile slowly faded away, while her eyes widened just so.
The way he was sitting with his legs spread, his posture hunched against the backrest, and his arms propped atop the makeshift armrests, fingers curling to grip at the edges, made her heat up and her pulse rush to her ears.
Ekko looked up and caught her gaze with his own then gestured with his head for her to come closer, seemingly unaware of how she was currently feeling.
She moused closer to him, her joints suddenly feeling awkwardly stiff.
Ekko seemed to feel the same, his movements rigid yet had a determination about them as he leaned forward, peering up at her with his pretty brown eyes seconds before she felt a slight pressure behind her thighs.
His fingers.
He slid his hands behind her legs and pulled her closer, holding eye contact with her. He looked at her with intention, his eyes glazed over with something dangerously clandestine.
He didn't have to speak for her to know what his intentions were.
He pulled her closer, her legs buckling on their own, and before she could fully process it happen, she was straddling his lap.
The weight of her on his lap seemed to draw him out of his sudden bout of boldness, and she saw as a look of realization sprung to his face.
"I—Is this okay—?" he asked, almost in a panic.
He heard her swallow and saw her give a slow nod.
He didn't say anything else, instead leaning back in small increments until he felt the metal of the throne press into his back. He took her with her, and she readjusted the position of her legs on either side of him to be more comfortable.
And that's how they stayed.
Eventually, their endless staring made her feel dizzy. It was when she blinked away the slow-forming blur from her eyes that she remembered something she wanted to do earlier.
She looked down and picked up one of the ends of her scarf.
Ekko watched as she plucked a piece of wool from one of the frills, then took one of his dreadlocks in the front into her fingers.
She circled the wool around the lower end of it and then secured it with a tight bow. She dropped the dread, and the end of it poked his forehead when it fell. He noticed she'd chosen the dread next to the one that was threaded with her ribbon.
Her eyes dropped to look into his. "Happy Snowdown," she spoke in a hushed tone.
Suddenly, it felt like all of the air in the room had been syphoned out, and all that was left for them to breathe in was each other.
Ekko moved forward and caught her lips with his own, his eyes falling closed along with hers.
This time, it didn't start slow. This wasn't like any other time he'd kissed her. This kiss was esurient.
Tectonic.
And she liked it.
She tried matching his intensity and was met with his tongue fighting its way into her mouth to stroke around hers.
It was dizzyingly endless.
His fingers were in her hair again, careful not to touch too closely to the scar on the base of her skull. He held the back of her head as he ravaged her mouth.
His lips shifted and pressed against the corner of her mouth before leading a wet hot trail to the right side of her neck.
Her head lolled to the side on its own like a reflex and her skin broke out in goosebumps as his tongue pushed past his lips to lave at the skin there. The sensation was so shockingly new that it drew a whimper from her mouth. One that she didn't register.
But Ekko heard it, and it shocked something inside of him to life.
The hand in her hair dropped to join his other one in rubbing sensual paths up her back while he kissed at her neck.
"E—Ekko..." she whimpered out, causing him to still.
He pulled away from her neck to look at her, worried that he had taken things too far.
She looked at him with visible vulnerability, and she struggled to hold eye contact with him. "What... what are we...?"
A soft smile crept on his lips when he realized what she was asking.
"Each other's," he said after a moment.
She blinked. "Each other's?"
He hesitated.
"I... I want... to give you everything that I am... and... to love everything that you are... i—if that's okay with you..."
His words seeped past her skin and bones, embedding itself into her heart so deeply they became a part of her.
Her response was a kiss.
Momo pressed her lips to his, the kiss a contrast to the hungry way they ate at each other's mouths moments earlier.
Careful and slow, allowing them to feel each tiny crevice of each other's lips and the warmth of their shared moisture.
When she pulled away, it was to press a tickling kiss to his cheek.
Their eyes opened and met, and it felt like they were tying themselves to each other.
The moment was transient, both of them seemingly unable to go too long without their lips connected.
They leaned in at the same time, their mouths rejoining and moving with the intensity of waves on the ocean. Deep like the sea and soul-pulling like the tides.
His tongue pried its way into her mouth again, and her tongue met it with eager caresses.
He groaned into her mouth, and it was then that she became aware of a stiffness that had formed between them. It poked her between her legs. She jolted, but didn't pull away from the kiss.
She wanted this.
Wanted him.
Needed him in her blood.
But then, he pulled away, and she almost wanted to sob in protest.
He panted, his hot breaths huffing from his mouth and fanning her face. She heard him swallow in between breaths.
"I... I want to... try something..." he said, still breathless and somewhat hesitant.
She reached up and stroked his cheek with one of her hands, her thumb caressing him underneath his eye.
"What is it?"
His eyes circled her face before reconnecting with hers.
"Can I... try and... make you feel good...?"
Her eyes widened and she slowly sat back, causing her to feel more of his hardened cock. Her throat swelled with an unreleased shriek.
He felt her fingers twitch on his face, and he placed his hand over hers, stroking soft patterns over the tops of her fingers. "It's okay to say no," he spoke gently.
"I want you," she blurted out. "I want you in everyway."
He searched her face for any doubts.
There were none.
"Are you sure?"
She nodded slowly.
Her eyebrows pinched together in confusion when he started shrugging his coat off his shoulders and pulled his arms out of the sleeves.
"What are you—"
"Hold onto me," he said, his fingers feeding underneath her thighs to grip them firmly.
She clung to him, her arms wrapping around his neck in a secure hold. Her breath pinched when he stood, taking her with him.
He spun with her in his arms to face the throne, where he laid her down on the seat with care. His coat acted as a barrier between her and the rough metal.
Momo pushed herself up on her elbows and saw him lower himself to sit on his heels. He started to untie the laces on her boots and then tugged them off her feet.
His eyes found hers again, and they drew him closer. He leaned forward, gaze dropping to look at the waistband of her pants. He reached up and tucked his fingers underneath the very top, then dragged his eyes up to look at her again to search for any signs that she might've changed her mind.
Her chest and face burned with the intensity of a fever, despite the frigid air circulating around them. Her heart caught in her throat when she felt him hook his fingers underneath the waistband of her pants. She noticed him pause and peer into her eyes, wanting more confirmation before he continued. She nodded, and her skin jumped when he started to leisurely pull down her pants, revealing the soft expanse of her legs.
Her pants fell to the floor beside him, and he took his time admiring the parts of her that hadn't been revealed to him until now.
Her legs were slim and hosted a significant amount of raised laceration scars. His eyes burned, and it took everything in him not to break down at the sight. He couldn't understand how someone could perform such atrocities on someone. He forcefully shed the thoughts from his mind. This moment was theirs, and he refused to let fleeting thoughts ruin it for them.
His eyes raked up her legs and stopped at the soft-pink panties she wore. Above it, her clothed tummy rose and fell with elevated breaths. He met her gaze and held it steady.
"You're beautiful," he murmured, then gently slid his hand underneath her ankle to raise her right leg. He pressed a kiss to her inner malleoli and then a trailway up her leg, each kiss becoming more open-mouthed than the last, leaving small patches of moisture in their wake.
She inhaled a shivering breath when his lips met the pillowy portion of her upper thigh, the wet feel of his mouth forcing currents of exquisite heat up her thighs and between her legs.
"P—Please—" she heard herself say, and her fingers dug into his coat.
He lifted his head, his lips falling from her thigh with a faint, wet pull.
"You don't need to beg, Momo... you can have anything you want."
His words stole her breath. She noticed his pupils were blown wide, bringing a deep darkness to his eyes. The way he spoke to her was a discovery. A new side of him that was just for her.
His hands ghosted a titillating trail up the sides of her thighs and stopped at the top of her panties.
He peered into her eyes with something brand new. A gentle, wordless demand that she understood like they were communicating in their own quiet, personal language. A transfer of thoughts by staring alone.
She held eye contact with him as he started to pull her panties down her legs. They wrung and twisted during their journey down and soon they joined her pants and boots on the floor.
Ekko's eyes weren't on hers anymore, now drawn to the sensitive parts of her between her legs. He looked her all over, memorizing the straight line of her unparted folds that were still nestled neatly together, a glistening dampness painting along the slit and catching a green glimmer from the light the surrounding firelight bugs emitted.
She squirmed nervously, and she saw the muscles in his neck strain as he swallowed.
He tugged on the very beginning of her slit with his index finger before using his thumb and middle finger to part the two halves of her folds, causing a quiet wet sound to emit from the parting flesh.
A whine died in her throat as her wetness caught the chill of the cool air.
He stared at the silken skin that unveiled before him, taking his careful time to study the most delicate part of her. He wanted to imprint the sight before him permanently into his mind so he could revisit it later.
While he hadn't seen a pussy before, he knew some things about its anatomy.
There was a tiny hidden knot nestled above her inner lips. It peeked out from a sleeve of skin.
Her clit.
Ekko thought it looked cute.
How was it that everything about her was adorable?
When he felt his knuckles brush against her thighs as she tried to close them, he realized he was probably staring for too long and making her nervous. He peered up at her through his lashes, but once he noticed the notes of insecurity etched on her face, he inclined his head more to look at her fully.
She quickly averted her gaze, her eyes falling closed in embarrassment.
"I—I just... fuck... you're so beautiful, Mo," he breathed out, keeping his eyes latched onto her face despite the almost painful desire to look down again.
She peeked her eyes open and looked at him through a blur of unshed tears.
The sight made his heart stretch and pull in his chest. She looked so vulnerably stunning in this moment; it caused his longing for her to bolden.
"You're perfect. All of you... it kind of put me in a trance..."
Momo felt like she might collapse in on herself. She couldn't speak. Embarrassment had tied her tongue. Her lip trembled, and suddenly all she wanted was to be held.
She wordlessly opened her arms, reaching upwards for him.
He knew immediately what she was asking for. He lifted himself off the floor enough to fold himself over her, where he then balanced his weight on his left forearm, while his right slid between his coat and her back, embracing her close. His face pressed against the crease between her neck and shoulder, where he pressed a sequence of open-mouthed kisses.
"So beautiful..." he whispered against her skin in between kisses.
"So lovely..."
Kiss.
"So precious..."
Kiss.
She whimpered at his continuous praise while tears spilled from the corners of her eyes, forming wet streamlets down her temples.
"Mine," he murmured against her neck.
A soundless gasp fled her mouth.
"You're mine."
He shifted, lifting himself and sliding his hand out from underneath her. His fingers crept across her cheeks so he could cradle her face, and he looked down at her with hooded eyes, which soon fell closed as he leaned forward to seal his lips over hers.
It lasted a small moment but also forever, mouths gliding as their bodies melted together.
He pulled away seconds later and slowly leaned back, his hands floating down her clothed sides until they reached her naked waist, where they paused for a moment before switching directions and drifting between her legs.
Her thighs fell open at his touch, and he moved his hands closer. He used his thumbs to part her folds, this time further than before. Her clit peeked out from its hood from the pull. His face drew closer, and he was inches from her pussy when he felt Momo's right-hand paw at his forearm.
He moved, grasping her hand and locking their fingers together while rearranging the fingers of his other hand to keep her spread for him.
He viewed up at her, eyes lidded with arousal while he leaned forward again. The first thing he did was loudly inhale, and her legs started to close from embarrassment.
"So good..." he groaned out.
Before she could further react, he experimentally used the tip of his tongue on her tiny bead of nerves.
Her hips jerked and she squeaked.
He did it again but stopped when her sounds and jolts told him it was too much. He didn't know what he was doing, but for some reason he felt determined rather than discouraged. He wanted to learn how her body worked—listen to the sounds she made and feel its small movements.
He tried again, this time instead up licking her clit directly, he nudged the side of it. Slowly. Up and down. Over the hood. Then repeated on the other side. He witnessed her beautiful response, sincere whimpers flooding from her mouth and her hips twitching with each stroke.
The slow torment from his tongue sparked electric filaments to life that zigzagged their way down her thighs and to her toes. Her breathing faltered, her brain going numb from the slow-building pleasure, causing its automatic processing to hiccup.
The crescent traces of his tongue developed into full circles, tracing tight rings around her clit. By now, she had eased into the stimulation, allowing him to apply more pressure.
She let out her first moan, her head pushing back into his coat and her eyes rolling closed.
He glanced up at her from over her mound, encouraged by her reaction. His tongue strayed from her clit, instead delving lower to taste her natural lubrification. He groaned, sending vibrating ripples through her body that caused her hips to tense.
He pulled away just enough to speak. "You taste so good..." Then his tongue was on her again, lapping at her wetness and making sounds that made it seem like he was the one being pleasured.
She panted during the momentary break on her clit, and her head lolled to the side where her eyes opened to watch him feast on her. The sight of him between her legs, mouth hungrily latched onto her pussy, sent fresh wetness spewing from her. It was so erotically pleasing to watch. Such a gorgeous man with a beautiful tongue.
And he was hers.
She whined when his tongue abandoned her inner lips to drag her wetness upwards, spiraling it around her clit to create more slickness around the nerves. He went back to circling it with his tongue, easing her back into it until he wrapped his lips around it again and sucked.
This time, she moaned out loud, her hips bucking and her grip on his hand tightening, fingers nipping the sides of his. Her eyes fluttered closed once more, and in the darkness all she knew was him and the pleasure he was pulling from her body.
Momo couldn't feel her feet, feeling only tingling. Her whole body twitched when she felt something firmer poke her inner lips, pushing them further open and then circling around the ring of her entrance.
Ekko peered up at her with his mouth still latched onto her pussy, watching her reaction as he carefully pushed his index finger of his free hand past her opening.
Her body automatically clamped down, trying to push out the invasion. She released a broken whimper, prompting him to pause his movements and pull away.
"You okay...?"
"Y—yeah—it's just—it feels... different..."
He studied her face. "...Good different...?"
She swallowed. "It's just... new..."
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No—! No... please..."
He blinked, and after a few moments a slow smile curled at his lips, which became hidden when he returned his mouth to her pussy, keeping his eyes on hers as he lapped at her clit. He spun his finger around and pushed further inside, feeling her inner muscles hug him. She was so warm and wet inside, and it caused his cock to strain further against the barrier of his pants, painfully so. He wanted her. So badly. But this wasn't about him. He wanted to introduce her to overwhelming pleasure; his own needs were the least of his worries.
Her body started to relax around his finger, and he responded by fully sheathing it inside, right to the knuckle, while making sure he kept a good pace on her clit to help her hole remain accepting of him.
At a long, maddeningly slow lick of his tongue, she arched forward, the fingers of her free hand curling and clawing at his coat, while her other hand started to tremble in his hold. Her insides felt like they were searing, melting away into liquid molten that leaked out and ran down his knuckles.
Her moans became more urgent, her hips starting to stutter and squirm. She hardly registered the soft strokes of his thumb on the curve between her index finger and thumb, her body trembling and tingling. She was approaching something, yet it remained out of reach, circulating inside her tauntingly but refusing to break way.
"E—Ekko—" she whimpered out pitifully. She wasn't even sure what she was going to say.
He responded with a grunt against her pussy and decided to try something. His finger curled upwards, probing at the upper muscles inside her pussy. He pushed his saliva forward in his mouth, further lubricating her clit to prepare it for his increased sucking.
"Oh God oh God—" Her mind went liquid and spun upside down, her nerve endings jumping. Bursts of light twinkled across the dark void under her eyelids, lighting up her head like visual tingles. Her legs spasmed and locked, and she would've squirmed onto her side if Ekko hadn't pulled his hand from hers to hold her down.
Ekko listened to her sweet whines and moans as she fell apart against his mouth, her arousal spewing out of her and coating his finger. He groaned against her, her pleasure his own.
He listened to her body when he felt it start to buck away from his touch, gone sensitive from her orgasm. He slowly freed his finger from her pussy and replaced it with his tongue, lapping up the mess he made.
When her mind finally rebuilt itself, her eyes tiredly opened and watched as Ekko continued indulging on her pussy. She forced herself up on her elbows so she could see more of his features.
His eyebrows were pinched, his eyes closed. She heard as he made the softest of groans.
His eyes opened suddenly, meeting hers, and she felt him smile against her folds before he pulled away.
They stared at one another in charged silence, interrupted only by their breaths.
She was the first to move, throwing herself forward and wrapping her arms around him.
He jerked in surprise and quickly placed a hand behind him to support both of their weights. His other found its way to her back to pull her closer.
He smiled into her hair.
"...Can I do it again?"
Full fanfic can be found here.
LADY GAGA, THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE TO THIS COUNTRY

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
stranger things happening in the arcane
arcane x stranger things (st intro)
i was doing some fanfic stuff and decided to edit this scene because i love the way ekko looks here, so i removed powder!
so for anyone who wants to use/edit smth from ekko too, feel free to use this! i know it's not the best, you can still notice the "edit" on the picture, i did all this on ibis paint x, if someone wonders, it's not ai.
(i don't hate timebomb or smth, it's just for edit purposes)
Jinx needed Ekko, Edit made by me.