The moon was high when you pulled your sleeves back and pressed your fingers into the clay.
It was a stubborn little block—too cold, too dry—but you didn’t mind. The fight was part of the process. It always had been. You liked that you had to coax it, warm it with your palms, earn every curve. There was something sacred about creating something from nothing, like whispering a secret only your hands could hear.
Ekko called it “magic.” You called it breathing.
He was across from you, tools fanned out in a semicircle, soldering something tiny and fussy with a magnifier clipped to his goggles. Every now and then you heard him curse under his breath in that affectionate tone he reserved for stubborn circuits and malfunctioning bots—frustrated but fond.
The little robot beside him whirred its legs as it tried to stand, fell over again, then chirped something close to your name.
You snorted. “You programmed it to say that, didn’t you?”
Ekko didn’t look up. “Programmed? Nah. That bot just knows art when it sees it.”
You rolled your eyes and tried not to smile.
It was easy to forget, sometimes, that none of this was what you—or anyone—expected. You were the artist, the night owl, the wildly impulsive girl who fell in love with sculptures and starlight and stories with no clear endings. He was the engineer, the freedom fighter, the logical one with oil on his hands and the future in his eyes.
On paper, you shouldn’t have made sense together.
But on paper, no one accounted for the way he always made sure your clay was set out to dry before dawn. Or the way you stayed up just to press soft skins onto his bots, shaping them like tiny creatures from your dreams. Or how your poetry lived inside his circuits now—hidden verses tucked into the code, little songs meant only for you.
The kind of love you built quietly, in scraps and wires and fingerprints in clay.
He glanced up at you then—goggles pushed up, his eyes lit gold under the glow of his desk lamp. “You know,” he said, resting his chin in his palm, “I always thought I’d end up with someone more... grounded.”
You raised a brow. “You’re calling me flighty?”
“Not at all,” he said with a crooked grin. “Just saying—you’re the kind of person who names clouds. Who talks to sculptures like they’re listening to every word you say. Who leaves poetry on my workbench like you’re planting flowers there.”
“And?”
“And I like it,” he said simply. “I didn’t expect to. But I do.”
You paused your sculpting. The clay was beginning to take shape beneath your hands—a soft, curved edge like a shoulder or maybe a jawline. Something familiar.
“Yeah,” you said softly. “I didn’t expect you either.”
He leaned back against the wall, legs stretched out, letting the silence settle.
“But we work,” you added. “Even when we shouldn’t.”
“Especially when we shouldn’t,” he agreed, eyes soft.
You looked over at him—hair tied back, grease on his cheek, that dumb little mechanical bird peeking out of his shirt pocket like it was spying on your sculpture.
He was ridiculous. He was brilliant. And in this lighting, he was particularly handsome.
You set your clay down and stood up, walking over until you were right in front of him. His breath hitched—just slightly—as your hands found his face.
“Stay still,” you murmured. “I’m working.”
He grinned. “You gonna sculpt me again?”
“Always,” you said. “You’ve got such a sculptable face.”
You brushed your thumb along his cheekbone, tilted his chin with a featherlight touch. There was a trace of the slightest smear of wet clay, but he didn’t care. You did this often—held him like you were memorizing him, like he was made of the world’s most expensive marble. He never complained. Just looked at you like you hung the stars he loved so dearly.
You leaned in, whispered something soft in his ear—a verse or a wish or maybe just a silly little promise you’d only say at this hour.
“Every time I try to sculpt, I try to make something that feels like you,” you said, looking at him.
He just smiled, and tried to avert his eyes.
“Haven’t quite gotten it yet, but it won’t stop me from trying.”
He let out a shaky breath. “You really do flirt like a poet, you know that?”
“You love it.”
“I do,” he said, not missing a beat. “Even when I don’t understand half of what you’re saying. I still feel it.”
You rested your forehead against his. “That’s the point.”
His hand found yours—gentle, steady. “One day, I’m gonna make a bot that recites your poetry on command.”
You snorted. “You wouldn’t dare.”
He grinned, wicked and bright. “Already started.”
“You little—”
He kissed you before you could finish.
Not urgent. Not desperate.
Just warm. Familiar. The way people kiss when they’ve been in love for a long time and still haven’t run out of reasons.
You melted into it, into him. Into this life you hadn’t expected but couldn’t imagine losing now. You’d been through so much—but somewhere in between, you’d learned how to build.
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Synopsis: You decide to surprise Ekko for his birthday.
Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, reader has nicknames, reader has unnamed family members, noxian! Reader, established relationship, set in my series ink and bedrock, s2 spoilers, cw food mentions, one suggestive joke, lovestruck! Ekko, fluff!
A/N: this is a few days late but happy birthday to the boy saviour! 🎂🎉 Special thanks to @pleaktale
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“Ekko.”
He stirs in his sleep, feeling a warm palm gently tracing his jawline. The touch is as light as a feather, pinky running along his skin like summer raindrops raining down upon him.
“Ekko, come on, firefly, wake up.” Your voice whispers in his ear, breath fanning along his cheek. “Please? This is the only time today that I’ll have you all to myself. Ekko.” You say with a lilt, singing his name like it's a ballad.
Turning towards you, bed dipping down slightly, he nudges his way onto your lap, head resting comfortably atop your thighs and face flushed against your stomach as if he's attuned to your warmth. He feels your hand carefully move away strands of his platinum twists, then you slither towards his scruff, kneading along the back of his head. He could get used to this, perhaps he already has when you keep spoiling him rotten. He always wakes up to your soft voice and even softer touch, to him that's paradise.
Humming against you, face pressed into the plush of your stomach, he wraps an arm around you, clinging onto you in his half asleep state.
“How long have you been awake?” He tiredly asks, fighting a yawn.
“A while.” Chuckling, you place an affectionate kiss right atop his temple even though you might get a knot on the small of your back from the twisted position. “Did you forget what day it is today?”
Ekko inhales the morning air, body clock telling him that you let him oversleep. The fact that he could even afford to sleep more when no explosions wrack him awake, or alarms in his head that are constantly going off— It's pure bliss for him. He can do that now, rest, now that the undercity is doing a lot better than three years ago. Even the air smells crisp and fresher, unlike before when he would take a deep inhale, he gets a lung full of smoke and gunpowder. Zaun and its people are better, there’s still a lot more work to be done, but it’s beginning to look and feel like the Zaun he saw once upon a lifetime ago.
And then there’s you, patient and kind towards his people. You who have made a name for yourself with just your pen and gentle words. Even managed to change the two cities for the better with your work. In their eyes, you're no longer the volatile Noxian they thought you were. You could still be explosive, yes, but you never act without thinking twice, without thinking how it would impact the people around you, and your new found home. You've managed to slink your way into his stone clad heart, chiseled your way inside, and he let you stay there, made a home for yourself in there, painted the walls for you, made furniture for you to rest on— and he wouldn't have it any other way.
All those years of surviving is worth it to see the day that he could just… live.
“Is it…” Ekko croaks out, throat heavy with sleep as he bunches your blouse in his grip. “...Is it soup day in the canteen?”
“Soup day?” Leaning down and giggling, you kiss every inch of the side of his face, making sure that there’s no skin left unkissed. “No,” you tamp down your bout of giggles as you kiss the corner of his sleep ridden eye. “Even better.”
Ekko cracks one eye open, honeyed brown eyes staring half lidded at you. It’s as if the prospect of the day not being about soup intrigued him. “I give up, what day is it?”
Your fond smile slowly stretches into a grin. “It's your birthday.”
He's taken aback, leaning slightly away from you as his eyes narrow suspiciously. “How'd you know that?”
You clearly find him adorable when you nudge your nose atop his own. “I asked…around.”
“Scar told you, didn't he?”
“Maybeee.” Your giggles waft over him.
“And you bribed him for it?” His eyes shine with amusement whilst you try to act innocent by rubbing off the crust gathered in the corner of his eye.
“He may or may not have a whole box of cookies all to himself.” You beam down at Ekko, hand kneading at his skin fondly, trying to flatten the knots in his tired muscles. He looks at you so sweetly that it could rival any type of sweets you made as a bargaining chip. “Happy birthday, Ekko.”
For the first time in a long time, he really thinks that the occasion is a happy one. And not something he feels guilty from, guilty that he got to live and they didn't, guilty that he's older than them now. The reason isn't solely because of you and your love for him, but it’s because the world around him feels brighter now, lighter, that it doesn't weigh over his shoulder like a boulder. His firelights are happier, some even deciding to settle down because of how better the world has become for them, something that they only dreamed of that they can now give their children— A future, Ekko looks forward to the future rather than trying to escape from it, delay it and sometimes even fear it. Now he looks forward to it, wanting to see what his city would look like, desiring to see where you and him would be in the future. The mystery of it all excites him rather than something to be feared. It's no longer bleak in his warm eyes. All he knows is that waking up to you every morning is guaranteed in the future. And he can't wait for the rest.
“Thank you,” hand reaching up to cup your cheek, he tugs you down for a quick yet loving kiss. “Does this mean I get something?”
Scrunching your nose, you pretend to think. “Hm, you tell me.”
Ekko knows you enough that this is one of your teasing games. He decides to play along, but this time, he doesn't flirt back to get you flustered enough that you soon admit defeat, no, he’ll play his cards right, and in his hand is the birthday card that he knows you'll fall for immediately.
“But it’s my birthday...” His tone turns small, broken, as if you punched his precious hoverboard and threw it into the river. To add salt to your wound, Ekko frowns, eyes downturned.
“Ekko…” you coo, mirroring his frown, but in your case, it’s real. “I do have something for you.” You say the words like you're trying to placate him by giving him a consolation prize. “I'm sorry, I did prepare something for you.” Kissing his cheek, you feel his growing grin under your puckered lips. As you move away, he smiles victoriously. “You little shit!”
“You can't call me that, it's my birthday.”
“Birthday or not, you still played me.” Poking his chest, he chuckles and grabs your finger before taking your palm in his and sewing his hand around your own lovingly. “You’re trying to be sweet on me.” It’s your turn to look at him suspiciously.
“Is it working?” Bringing the intertwined hands to his lips, he kisses your knuckles, pecking gently whilst he gazes at you through half lidded eyes.
You know that he's always been a charmer, under the leader side he always shows, and the almost permanent frown on his lips, his sweetness goes beyond anyone you could compare it to. Not even you managed to fight it whenever he gives you his best smile or when he touches the small of your back whenever he passes by you with his firelights, leaving you frozen in place even if it's such a simple action. But it's enough to have you, a tough Noxian, to melt into a puddle.
Shaking your head, you tug at the hem of his shirt. “Don’t test me, Ekko.” Despite your words, the way you gaze at him defeats the purpose of your so-called threat.
“So it's working then?” He raises a brow, palm splayed on the small of your back, thumb drawing circles around where your shirt lifted up slightly.
“Do you want your present or not?”
“I don't see a box anywhere, red, are you the present?” His lips curl into a knowing smirk, eyes glinting with mirth.
Biting your lip with a tamped down flustered chuckle, you pinch his side lightly. “Maybe for later, but for now…” taking the box you've hidden beneath the bed, you finally show it to him with hidden shyness. “For you, firefly.”
Ekko sits up, his hand never leaving the expanse of your skin as he eyes the neatly wrapped gift. The box is in deep forest green, all wrapped together with a crimson ribbon. The symbolism isn't lost to him, it makes his heart sing for a moment.
“Shit, I was just joking, you know?” He only reaches for the gift, and it takes for you to place it in his hand rather than wait for him to take it. The box is small, it fits right in his palm perfectly.
“It's your birthday, of course I got you something.”
“You shouldn't have, you being here is enough.”
Grinning, the warmth from your smile is enough to rival the morning sun. “Well you should've told me that before I went out of my way to get you that.” Joking, you tap the gift nervously as he chuckles. “Please open it before I burst a vein.”
“Can I guess?” He delays the moment so that he could savour your rare bout of bashfulness.
“It’s not food.”
“I wasn't going to guess that.” As he gently unties the ribbon, you watch with a wobbly grin.
“Yes, you were.” Your words fade out as he unboxes the gift, revealing the present you've been preparing for weeks.
His eyes blink at the metal work, it's a clockface intended for his stop watch. The circular metal is laid upon a piece of silky cloth, and its intricate etching of a map of Zaun faces him. He's too afraid to touch it, as if it'll crumble in his hand.
“Shit, you don't like it.” You take his silence as something negative. “I knew I should've gotten you a—” His lips silences you, kissing along the curve of your mouth, nose nudging together, and a hand cupping your chin.
His lips part just a smidge, and you take his invitation, kissing deeper and deeper until you're tugged atop his lap, head tilted so he could kiss you properly. If not for your need for air, you'd kiss him for hours.
As you reluctantly pull away, you look into his brown eyes, and briefly glance down at his kiss bitten lips. “I don't think you got your point across, Ekko. Tell me more about how much you like it.”
Chuckling, he runs his thumb across your lips to wipe away the sheen left by him. “I could, but maybe later.” Teasing to keep you on your toes, you roll your eyes and drop your head atop his shoulder like you're disappointed so you could hide your obvious giddyness. “Stop being a baby, I love your gift.”
“I know.” You peck the side of his neck briefly before returning to face him. “But that's just half of it though.”
Ekko gazes at you through tender eyes that's slightly glazed over by a fog of deep affection for you. “There's more?”
“Mm-hmm, flip it over.”
He does what you've instructed him to do, with his free hand on the small of your back, keeping you in place and the other gingerly flipping the gift over, he sees a small yet intricate carving of a portrait of you and him smiling together. If that's not enough to have his heart squeezing in place, the small message above it would.
“‘I’m always just four seconds away from you, firefly.’” He reads, each word uttered fills his whole body with warmth. He's loved, he knows that, but not up to this degree. You revere him, love him through and through, and the thought of you being by his side— thinking of him, even when you're miles away from him, has tears almost falling from his eyes.
“It clips right on top of your watch, to protect it.” You whisper, hand resting on his nape. “I love you, happy birthday.”
Ekko falls right atop your chest, inhaling deeply, arms wrapped around you as his cheek presses on your clavicle. He utters the same three words with softness and with so much love that you could feel it through your skin and under your bones.
With your eyes closed, you start to sing him a Noxian birthday song in an unknown language to him. All the while you cradle him in place, gently swaying to your song. To you, the song fills you with comfort, it reminds you of peace back home and of your childhood.
To him, it reminds him of you. The hauntingly beautiful song will forever be etched in his mind as yours.
As you finish the quick song, you smile against his temple, and you feel him softly smile back.
“What was that?” Ekko asks, eyes shining as he peers through his lashes to gaze at you.
“A song from my country, my mother used to sing that to me and my brother during our birthdays.” You smile fondly at the memory. “It's basically just a happy birthday song.”
“It's beautiful.” He sighs out, thumb running across your cheek.
Smiling, your cheeks run warmer at his compliment. “And here I thought a big cake would be enough.” You mumble as he mindlessly runs his index across your clavicle, tracing small circles around your skin.
“You got me cake?” He asks, hand still grasping the watch cover as he smiles at the tiny portrait.
“Of course, what am I, an idiot?”
“Only sometimes.” He jokingly says as you snort.
“I'll let that slide since it's your birthday.” Leaning away, hands cupping his cheek, you gaze at his blissful face. “Do you want to put that on your watch now?” You gesture towards the gift that's safely tucked in his hand.
“Yeah,” nodding, you take his stopwatch from the bedside table. Ekko tinkers with them for a minute, until there's a metallic click as the present secures in place. The map of Zaun faces him, but when he opens the watch, it's you and him that greets him along with the ticking watch. “It's perfect.”
“Yeah?” You sigh in relief, and he nods again, this time with a grin. “That’s good.” Chuckling with unshed tears in your eyes, you peck his jaw. “There's more to this though.”
“I'm guessing that's the cake?”
“Yes, but you have to get dressed for it.”
His nose scrunches. “But that's the opposite of what you usually ask for?”
A loud guffaw echoes around the room. “Not always! You make me sound like I'm a fiend!” Ekko tilts his head and raises a brow. “...fine, I am but not today! Please, I promised them that you'll be down in a minute. And it's been…” you glance at the clock. “...More than a minute.”
“Who's them?”
—
“Surprise!”
The firelights and members of the commune yell out simultaneously the moment Ekko steps off his hoverboard. They throw colourful confetti at him, pieces of paper sticking to his hair as they smile happily at them.
He can't help but match their expressions.
“Happy birthday, boss.” Scar says, giving him a curt nod as he clasps his shoulder.
“Yeah, happy birthday, boss!” Scar’s kid echoes his father's words, trying to clasp him on his shoulder with his shorter arm while he's in his father's arms.
“Thank you.” Ekko's heart swells at the sight. There are streamers hanging above the string lights, it flutters with the wind and the fallen gingko leaves.
The crowd parts for him, and the sun shines on a long table spread out with tons of food, most of them are sweets, probably a courtesy of you. And there are benches all around it, waiting for him and the firelights.
Eyes shining under the sun, he looks for you behind him. He didn't know the day could get any better than this, but it has when you're carrying the biggest cake he has ever seen. He's more entranced by the one holding it though, but the cake is a bonus.
“Come on and make a wish.”
Stepping closer, hands holding on top of yours, the two of you hold the cake as a single lit candle is placed right in the middle of the fluffy light viridescent cake.
“I already have my wish right here.” He whispers only to you before blowing out his candle.
The round of applause and ecstatic cheers echo around the clearing. If he could turn back time further, he would tell his younger self that it's worth it, that one day all the fighting and surviving would be worth it. Just for this moment, his family are finally happy, and the air smells sweet but the smile on his love is even sweeter.
a/n. im sorry i just cant get enough of it, seriously (idk what this is but here you go everyone!) back from the dead
Soft rain sounds pattered against the windows as you sat in Ekko’s hideout, your feet propped up on a stack of cushions. The dim light cast a warm glow over the room, highlighting the scattered trinkets and gadgets Ekko had been working on. You were wrapped in one of his oversized hoodies, feeling cozy despite the growing weight of your belly.
Ekko paced back and forth across the room, muttering to himself as he tinkered with two small devices. He recently told you he was working on there cute anklets for the twins that would alert him if they were ever in danger. He already made one for you, at the back of it there was a small watch that could turn back time. But he emphasized that it should only be used if you were in a situation you knew you couldn't make it out alive. Luckily you never needed to use it. ANYWAYS. His movements were restless, like he couldn’t sit still. You watched him with a small smile, finding his energy endearing.
“Ekko,” you called softly, and he glanced up, his hands still fiddling with the wires.
“Yeah, Firefly?” he replied, tilting his head at you.
“Come sit with me,” you said, patting the space next to you.
His face softened immediately. “In a minute,” he said, though you could see him hesitating.
“Ekko,” you said again, a bit more pointedly. “I’m pregnant, and I want cuddles. Now.”
That did it. He set the baby anklets down with a laugh and crossed the room to you. “You always know how to get your way, huh?” he teased, plopping down beside you.
You leaned into him with a grin. “It’s a talent of mine.”
He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. His other hand instinctively went to your belly, where the twins gave a small kick in response. Ekko’s eyes lit up, his grin spreading across his face.
“The little ones active today,” he murmured, rubbing slow circles over your stomach.
You hummed in agreement, resting your head on his shoulder. “Probably because their dad never sits still.”
“Hey!” he protested, though his laugh gave him away. “I’m totally calm and chill.”
“Sure you are,” you teased, giving him a playful nudge.
For a moment, the two of you just sat there, listening to the rain and enjoying the quiet. Then, out of nowhere, you felt a small pang in your back. A sharp pain that made you wince.
Ekko noticed immediately, his eyes wide with concern. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Is it the twins?”
You shook your head, trying to wave him off. “It’s just a little back pain. Comes with the territory.”
But Ekko wasn’t having it. “Alright, that’s it,” he declared, gently guiding you to lean forward a bit. “You’re getting a massage.”
You laughed, trying to protest. “Ekko, you don’t have to—”
“Shhh,” he cut you off, already starting to work his hands over your shoulders and back. His touch was surprisingly gentle, and you felt yourself relax almost immediately.
“Better?” he asked, his voice soft.
“Much better,” you admitted, melting under his care.
He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Good. Gotta take care of my Firefly.” You couldn’t help but smile at the nickname, your heart swelling with affection. Ekko always had a way of making you feel like the most important person in the world.
“Y’know,” he said after a moment, his hands still kneading your shoulders, “I’ve been thinking about what we should name the them.”
“Oh?” you said, raising an eyebrow. “What ideas do you have?”
He grinned, clearly excited. “Okay, hear me out: what if we name them something cool, like Blaze and Nova?”
You laughed, the sound filling the room. “Ekko, those sound like superhero names.”
“Exactly!” he said, his grin widening. “Our twins are going to be heroes. Just like their mom.”
You rolled your eyes playfully. “And their dad,” you added.
You sat there for a bit pondering about names to give the twins since you were going to be due soon. Never even given the though of giving them a name yet. "What about Noa and April?" you added looking at him, with cute clear eyes. Trying your hardest to find the twins some good names. Who knew it would be tough.
"Eh, Personally I don't like it. Anyways," Ekko’s expression softened at that, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. You couldn't believe he quickly switched the subject. “We’re gonna be a good team, Firefly. You, me, and the little ones.”
You leaned into his touch, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes. “I know,” you said softly.
Suddenly, Ekko shifted, kneeling down in front of you so he was eye-level with your belly. “Alright, babies,” he said, his tone has a hint of mockery with serious undertone. “You better behave in there and stop giving your mom back pain, or we’re gonna have a few words when you get out.”
You burst out laughing, covering your face with your hands. “Ekko, you’re hilarious!”
He grinned up at you, his eyes sparkling. “Yeah of course i am.”
“I love you,” you admitted, reaching out to run your fingers through his hair.
He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes for a moment before pressing a soft kiss to your belly. “And I love you, too. All three of you.”
The sweetness of the moment made your heart ache in the best way. Ekko was everything you could’ve hoped for: supportive, loving, and just the right amount of goofy.
As he climbed back onto the couch beside you, he wrapped you in his arms, holding you close like he never wanted to let go. You rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
“I’m really lucky to have you,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.
Ekko tightened his hold on you, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Nah, Firefly. I’m the lucky one.”
And as the rain continued to fall outside, the two of you stayed curled up together, safe and warm in each other’s arms, dreaming of the bright future ahead.
ekko’s voice is quite, pliant as his eyes adjust in the dark. his breath is shaky, he can feel your lips pressing soft kisses against the tent beneath his boxers.
his breath hitches feeling your lips all over, pressing soft kisses against his achy length, especially at his tip through the growing slickness of his arousal. the fabric grows darker as his pleasure seeps through the fabric.
your fingers slip under the elastic band, tugging down the thin, comfortable, fabric. it pools around his ankles on the floor. you can hear him let out a audible sigh, the bed creaking as he leans back a little.
you giggle slightly, watching his member twitch and leak with his arousal. slowly you lean in slowly, nipping at the base of his heat before dragging your tongue alone the pulsing vain of his shaft. stopping at the plush mushroom bud of his tip
only taking in the head, your plush lips suck as your tongue licks and prods around him.
“…shit.”
he wisps, her thighs already trembling as he reaches to move some hair out your face. he keeps his hand on your hair, softly bunching the strands up a little before letting go. he really wants to fuck your mouth, but the way your eyes fluttered towards him tells him you want to lead this time.
slowly, painstakingly, your mouth swallows his achy length. your breath is shaky, gagging a little as you slowly rise back up and take him again. his hands are supporting his weight as he leans back watching you, his hips innocently rutting up once or twice to meet the roof of your mouth yet your hand push’s him back down.
ekko’s mouth is in a soft O, his eyes hooded as the soft brown iris watch your head bob up and down on his throbbing length. pulling away you kiss down at the base and taking his balls in the wet, enclosed space of your lips.
your fingers are massaging his head, swiping up the clear sticky pre-cum to massage it back on his tip and base, slowly fucking him with your palm.
his moans are so sweet, sugary, a wet pop echoing through the air as you release him to focus back on where he wanted you the most.
“…fuck- please.. i let me finish in your mouth.”
you simply grin up at him, your mouth taking him about halfway, your hand massaging his balls as he raises his left hand to rest it on your head, not controlling you just.. leaving the weight there.
he’s close, the hand supporting his weight tightening on the sheets, the fabric bunching under his fingers as he hisses.
your eyes are watering, your lashes wet as he slids easily down your throat, every gag has him leaking a soft mewl from his lips. spit dribbling down your chin and onto his stomach.
it doesn’t take long for him to cum, the hand once resting on your head pushing you further down as you can feel his hot release periodically shooting down your throat.
it’s quick, sweet, pulling you up to place a sugary slow kiss on your wet swollen lips. his hand warm and cradling your cheek. he can taste himself still on your tongue, and he can feel your body heat.
heyy so i kinda forgot abt this 😇 didn’t expect to become a ekko writer but you ask and i shall receive… slowly
thanks for reading and so sorry for the people waiting as i can see the requests
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ahhh i see all your guys ekkos request and im getting them done one by one! for the person who sent this request:
im assuming by timebomb ekko you mean like before og ekko took his body? if so im gonna try to get a feel on timebomb ekkos personality before writing it, if you already know msg me what it is or request me some more information, thank you!!
Tags: Not established relationship; no specific details abt R, only that they’re shorter than Ekko; mention of Shimmer as drugs; FLUFF
A/n: Another cute idea for a one-shot, enjoy 🫶🏻🤭 Plus, so many new Snowflakes joined, so in general welcome 💖❄️
The air was thick with tension, all of the fighters at the Tree were together in Ekko’s office, a massive map laid out on his desk, which, for this occasion, was put in the middle of the whole room. It was already past midnight, children and other people sound asleep while the group was having a heated argument. Everyone was tired, but the adrenaline rush that was palpable was keeping them awake. The arguments started to get louder, the debate about where Silco’s gang is going to show up the next time starting and finishing without a single, normal, or logical outcome.
The situation with shimmer was worse than ever, more people came to the tree, especially children that either escaped from child labour at the plants or from losing their parents. More people were drugged and laid on the streets, begging for a single coin that was definitely going to be invested into the radioactive, purple goo. The air was stiff and dry, the wooden floor almost invisible due to the different papers scattered all around it, or the different utensils they used while coordinating Silco’s next move, like a pair of dividers or a ruler.
Ekko felt like he was ready to rip his hair out. What do you mean he couldn’t find out where Silco was? What do you mean, he couldn’t magically figure it out?
His whole attire was messy, shirt dirty from the spilled coffee and face paint smudged from him rubbing his face in frustration. It was definitely not his best day, and he was not happy with how the meet-up was going. Everyone was already slumped in their seats, absolutely defeated and ready to give up. At that sight, Ekko grumbled and knocked some useless papers off the table.
“Are you guys even listening?! We are having a crisis right now! Look at the stats! We are running out of spaces and rooms, and yet the people still keep coming! Are you even getting what this means?!” He yelled out, the multiple oil lamps illuminating his glare. As Ekko continued his monologue, the sound of the door creaking open echoed through the room. Ekko was still too devoted to his speech that he didn’t turn around to the door behind his back. His stance was broad, hands gripping the sides of the table tightly, so that his back and shoulder muscles tensed and flexed under his tank top. That’s only when he realised that something was wrong, since everyone's eyes weren’t fixed on him but on something behind him.
“What?! Did I grow wings or what!” He called out, before turning around and dropping his jaw.
There were you, bare feet touching one of the maps and a towel over your shoulders, as if you had only, only now left the shower. Your form was looking warm and cozy, a pair of black night shorts on and a white tank top that looked familiar.. with a jacket that looked a bit too familiar.. and an unmistakable.. orange infinity scarf around your neck. Ekko’s eye started to twitch. Didn’t you both agree on keeping the relationship secret?!
Before you could even say anything, Ekko tugged on your hand and out of the room, his face and ears cartoonishly red while the guys suddenly didn’t feel as tired as they were before seeing the amazing Ekko run around like a preschooler.
While you were laughing, he quickly pushed you against the wall, glaring, no, more like pouting down at you as you smiled sheepishly.
“What..?” You giggled quietly, feeling your knees buckling slightly and you slipping down the wall. Ekko quickly caught you up, sliding you up so you were making eye contact, feet and toes freely dangling down as he held you with a suppressed smile.
“What was this about?” He tried his best to do an intimidating glare, but you could see it right through him by the way he would bite his lower lip.
“What was about..?” You asked innocently, feeling like a little child.
“You know perfectly well what I mean, that was anything but undercover…” He chided you, the only thing that was missing was his finger shaking in disapproval.
“I was cold, plus, the only thing that I found were your clothes..” You murmured quietly, avoiding eye contact, and before he could say anything, you interrupted him in his thought.
“You know that they’re a lot more comfortable than mine!”
He let out a long sigh, both from tiredness and you, even though he would take being annoyed by you over Silco on any day.
“You do know that I have a meeting..?”
Nod.
“And you know that they are waiting..?”
Another nod.
“And you know that they will definitely ask questions..?”
This time you didn’t do anything but just stared into his eyes, pleading for understanding.
“You know-“
The door creaked open and Scar looked over to both of you, a knowing smile on his features.
“Um, so, whatever this is.. can it wait until after we discuss Silco and his plan?” He murmured, lazily stuffing his hands in his pockets as he watched Ekko’s face fall once again in shame.
“Yeah- yeah.. of course..” He murmured and quickly let you down to your feet. Not knowing what to do and how to act around another pair of eyes watching you, he chastely pecked your cheek before entering the room again, and if you’re not wrong, you think you heard Scar laughing and Ekko cursing him out under his breath…
