#ekko at least bathes

[the-kr8tor]

Hiiii 🤭

Hopping here to request a Reader x Ekko where they're just two love birds and R sneaks into his "office" because she just missed him :( and then one thing leads to another and they're kinda carried away by each other.. that until duty calls up and R watches Ekko switching from loving future husband to the Leader of the Firelights

Love you!!!

Hihihi thank you sm bleaky for the idea!!! Another fic straight from our dms 🤭 I hope you like it, pookie ❤️

Pairing: Ekko x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.9k

Tags: use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader, reader is a childhood friend turned lover, Firelight! Reader, lovestruck! Ekko, no s2 spoiler, cw suggestive, FLUFF!

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The hoverboard whirrs softly from under you, with the moonlight peeking through the leaves of the beloved tree, bathing you in its dappled silver glow. The breeze carries ashen smoke amidst the scent of sweet dew filled flowers.

You lean forward slightly, guiding the board gently towards the open window of the tree house where a certain someone is burning the midnight oil on his workbench. You perch yourself over the window, careful not to make any noise as you slither your way inside. Hopefully staying as a surprise for Ekko.

He felt you before he heard your grunt and the unmistakable sound of your head bumping on the windowsill. Smiling tiredly, he twists in his chair to look at you fondly while you cradle your poor head from the recent bump.

“You know I gave you a key for a reason.” You can practically hear his amusement from his tone.

“Where's the fun in that?” You chuckle, palm patting at the blooming headache. “I thought I'd surprise you.”

Ekko roams his eyes over you as your smirk grows wider with every second he ogles you. “I think you forgot the surprise.” He points at your empty hands, tilting his head to the side in case you've got something hidden behind you.

“Ekko, I'm the surprise.” You wink at him, arms raised to your sides in a ‘here I am’ gesture. He shakes his head with a smile, watching you as you saunter towards him. “You should be asleep.” Your hand finds its place on his cheek, he looks up at you, eyes soft under the warm light of the desk lamp. He leans against your touch, lamenting at the way you gently scratch at his nape. “You can do this once you get some rest. Your board will still be here tomorrow.”

He swears he can fall asleep with your tender touch and voice lulling him to slumber. “I can't,” he sighs, reluctantly pulling away from you to return his attention towards his board that glows softly with green light. “we have something planned early tomorrow.”

Your heart softens for him and his determination. “Am I part of that something something?” Sitting down on his desk, far enough to give him space to work but close enough for you to poke his leg with your foot.

“Not this time,” he glances at you, finding you huffing in place as he screws in the blades tightly. “You still got that shoulder thing.”

“This shoulder thing is alright now.” He raises a brow at you, head shaking lightly. You sigh, surrendering. “Fine, it's acting up again, but it's technically better.” Ekko hums in reply, elbow deep inside the hoverboard. “Kind of. Can I at least help? I don't like feeling useless.”

His hand cups your knee, thumbs tracing swirls on your skin. You can feel how warm his hand is from under his glove. “Just sit there and look pretty for me, okay?” Smirking, he pats you once before returning his hand back to his work as you pout and huff at him. “And you're never useless. You're still healing, trouble. I don't want you getting hurt out there because of a busted shoulder.” A flash of you falling off your board with a sickening crunch fills his vision with dread. He turns towards you fully, tapping his wrench on the wooden table, and gentle eyes softening up at your features. “You'll have your time, I promise.”

You nod, watching as the green hue flickers over his concerned face. “Okay, but you owe me.” You cross your leg over the other while he smiles and turns towards his machine again.

“How many IOUs is that now?” He asks, glancing between you and the board.

You nudge him with your foot, “too many, Ekko.” You say his name with a sing-song lilt, effectively taking his attention. “What?” With a teasing smile, he stares at you wordlessly.

“You're distracting me.” His eyes follows the curve of your jaw up to your lips. Heart stuck in his throat, and eyes glued onto the soft skin. He lays his tools down. Abandoning it immediately.

“Oh,” your shoulders slump slightly. “I'll leave, just get some sleep, okay?” Hopping down, Ekko stops you with his hand on your thigh. “You need something?” You place your hand above his own as he squeezes you.

“Yeah, sit back down for me?” He says it seriously, as if he needs to talk to you about something important.

You straighten up, following his instructions. The desk creaks under your form, and as you wait for his very important words, he stands up from his seat, kicking it away before cradling your face gently in his gloved hands. The rough fabric sits on your cheek, but his touch is softer as he gazes at you with those eyes you've always loved ever since you two were still running around playing pretend.

“Now you're the one distracting me.” You whisper, index looping around his overalls to pull him towards you. Placing him in between your legs, as he leans forward with his head tilted slightly to find the perfect angle of your lips. “What were you saying, Ekko?” Teasing, he inhales deeply, lips merely an inch from your own.

“Let me…?” He says before you crash your lips against his own, answering his cut off question. Your eyes close as he smiles, mirroring your expression. You both kiss in sync, hearts beating in the same pace.

You hear him chuckle softly as your lips fall into a medley of rhythm with his desperate kisses. The kiss runs deep and long, teeth clashing, noses meeting, and hands caressing every angle of you as your own hands roam up his bare and lean arms, until you find penchant on the back of his head. Fingers weaved around his hair, not pulling away, no, pushing him further against you as the air grows hotter around you with every breath you take.

You're home in his arms. And all you can think about is him.

“Fuck,” he murmurs against your slightly agaped lips, leaning away for a moment to take in air and to remove his gloves to feel you fully.

You stare at him through half lidded eyes, cheeks searing hot and stomach throbbing with ache. “Yeah...” Your voice is shaky at best, legs wrapping around him whilst your chest heaves.

Just as you say it, he meets with your lips once again, taking your breath away as you give it willingly. This time it's softer and gentler as he kisses you tenderly. Your head hits the wall with how much he's kissing you, so with his palm sliding behind your head, he cushions you from the blow as he continues to kiss you fervently as if he hasn't gotten a taste of you in years.

“Ekko.” You sigh out as he kisses the curve of your lips, tracing its shape with his own. “Ekko.” Your tone grows breathlessly as he slowly makes his way towards your throat. “Ekko—” His lips were just about meeting with your warm skin when a knock interrupts you both. “Shit.”

“Damn it.” He murmurs, chest heaving, pupils blown out as he gives you one quick kiss against the side of your neck. Definitely not the final one.

You pat his cheek with a lopsided smile, thumb brushing along his kiss bitten lips, wiping away the sheen you've left. Ekko pecks your thumb before moving away from you. He fixes your rumpled shirt, just as you notice that you've smudged the white hourglass paint on his face. Whoops.

“Ekko, you've got…” you gesture towards his nose, trying to tamp down your laughter.

His blown out eyes widens, lungs still trying to intake oxygen from the strenuous activity. His nose scrunches up when he sees you having the same smudged paint on your face. Smile tamped down by biting his lip.

He looks behind you, where a small mirror is hanging just beside your head. He sees himself looking disheveled, hair sticking all over the place, face paint smudged into an odd shape.

Chuckling, the knocking grows louder. “I've got you, don't worry. I won't let your reputation get tarnished.” You take a handkerchief from your pocket, effectively wiping away the smudged mess on his face as much as you can.

“Did you get it?” He's still breathless when he asked.

“And…there. I've got them all.” You get a thankful peck on your cheek for a job well done.

But before he could move away from you, he takes the handkerchief in his hand to wipe at your (his) own smudged face paint. He tucks the fabric away in his pocket, maybe you'll come looking for it one day, effectively giving you an excuse to come visit him sooner rather than later.

Ekko now moves away, clearing his throat but the evidence of your shared previous activity is still evident on how much he inhales and how his hands are so clammy that he can water the tree with the sweat on his palms.

“C–come in.” He curses under his breath at how his voice cracked at the start. The door squeaks open, revealing his right hand man, Scar, waiting at the doorway.

His golden eyes glance at you, Ekko hides your equally disheveled form with his body, blocking your obviously kissed lips and your rumpled clothes. Scar raises a knowing brow, eyes speaking a thousand words.

“Hi, Y/N.” He says gruffly, lips subtly curled into a smirk. You wave shyly above Ekko, afraid that you'd let out incoherent words while you're still reeling from his warmth. “I can come back later.”

Ekko’s seriously considering it. “Is it important?”

“Everything's important with you Ekko.” Scar's eyes turn towards you with the word ‘important.’

Ekko sighs, slightly disappointed. “Right, what happened?”

His whole demeanor changes into what most people would think when they hear about the notorious leader of the firelights. His posture straightens up, and the air around him oozes authority. The man in front of you isn't just Ekko, your love and confidant, he's Ekko, the feared leader of the firelights, and the boy saviour. But you can still see his previous sweetness from how his eyes still smile when he remembers your soft lips upon his own. He's still your Ekko through and through.

“It's the chem barons, they blew out an entire building.” Scar briefs him, and you read the room as their conversation grows more serious.

If you listen to any more, you'd want to join in so you decide to leave before you could give your two cents like always. Ekko was right, your shoulder wouldn't help much with a full blown fight. So you're just gonna stay away, for now at least, until you're fully healed to be of help. For his sanity and your wellbeing.

You take a deep breath, still heaving from his kisses, hopping down from the table even with your wobbly legs. Ekko looks at you in the middle of the conversation, hand reaching out in case you fall down. Scar watches with amusement at the scene in front of him.

“I'm good,” you say quietly only for Ekko to hear. “We'll continue this later, okay?” You say louder this time for both of them to hear. With a wink, and a hand grazing his back, you leave him standing there, aghast at what you've blatantly said.

His own mind betrays him at how *later could go. Ekko has to hold onto the chair next to him to stabilize himself lest he melts in front of Scar, who's absolutely trying to reel his laughter in that he's about to pop a vein on his forehead from how hard he's trying.

As you close the door behind you, you hear his booming laughter and Ekko's unmistakable groaning behind the door.

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[gravegoer]

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[angelltheninth]

Hey I got into arcane recently. The art is just so goooooood. A feast for the eyes really. And everyone is hot like… help. Anyway, sorry for this loser request, but if you haven’t already can you do arcane characters with a virgin fem partner please

Loser request? I really hope that the loser part isn't that the virgin part, because I will have you know Anon that I am no loser. I am on my way to becoming a wizard!

Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn Kiramman, Maddie Nolen, Ekko, Vander, Silco, Sevika, Viktor, Jayce, Mel x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, kissing, virginity loss, gentle sex, praise, cunnilingus, size kink, fingering, orgasm encouragement, aftercare

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A/N: I'm also asexual so my chances of becoming a wizard are higher than your average persons. Only a few more years and I can be a better version of Harry Potter! Chat please tell me you know the meme I'm referencing and I don't sound like I'm crazy.

Was surprised for sure

She doesn't exactly have a ton of experience either but she has some

Can't say she's not excited about taking your virginity

Literally vibrates with excitement and anticipation of having sex with you and being the first one to make you come

At least as orgasms that are given by someone else that is, she would like to watch you fuck yourself sometime

Gets pussydrunk so easily, her grin smug and eyes literally shimmering

Really into making you ride her face, as you will learn over the course of your first night together

Has so much stamina that you can never even hope to keep up with but she never expected you to

Flattered that she could make you come just with her tongue

But wants to work on your stamina in the future

At first she thinks that she should tease you about it

Then she thinks better of it, since it's not exactly something to be ashamed of, she didn't mean anything bad by her teasing either

It's just... she knows she's not your first girlfriend, so how come you never had sex before

Nerves, well in that case she'll go slow with you, make sure you're not overwhelmed by her

Enthusiastic as she is she holds back, her fingers spreading you open slowly, only pushing them in a bit and then stopping fully

Doesn't stop talking dirty to you, grinning smugly when she feels your pussy tightening around her fingers

Likes it when you're flustered around her, not when you're uncomfortable

Cocky for sure, especially when she manages to make you come and didn't even need to touch your clit to do it

If she did she would have overstimulated you, you were already shaking so much

Keeps assuring you that you don't need to return the favor, but would love it if you do

Been a while since she slept with a virgin so she's actually a little nervous as well

Romantic dates, candle lights, relaxing baths, a massage, she pulls out every trick in the book to make it the best night ever

There's a lot of soft touching and affirmations from her

Has to battle a smile when you're blushing because she's making you feel good

Asks what makes you feel good when you're doing it by yourself and tries to do the same

Experimenting can come later, she wants to make your first time a nice experience, a memorable experience

Kisses down your body, almost like she's worshiping you

Seeing you sopping wet for her definitely helps her know she's doing a good job before she dives forward to eat you out

Tells you to pull her hair a lot, she won't mind

Keeps saying how pretty you are, how beautiful your moans sounds, how she wants to be the only one you moan for from now on

Feels really happy and excited that you'd trust her enough to be the first person to sleep with

Very touchy with you, not just as she's undressing you but in general, so it doesn't feel like it's too much when she guides you to the bed

Grinning she pulls you into a deep kiss and wraps her arms around you to press you against her, thighs sliding between each other

She guids your hips to move against her thigh, chuckling when she feels how slick you're making it

Kisses you the whole time because it's her favorite thing to do and because she knows it'll calm you

Doesn't go for penetration for your first time

But really wants you to sit on her face and to fuck you with her tongue

Subtly writes her name on your clit

Won't rush you into an orgasm, she lets you chase it on your own, her hands soothing against your trembling thighs

Post-orgasm cuddles are some of her favorite things so don't think this will be a one time thing

Before you told him you were a virgin he was a lot more relaxed

Now he feels a kind of pressure on himself to make your first time good

His first time was a quickie and not that memorable at all

So as your boyfriend he wants to give you a better experience and make sure you remember it for the rest of your life

Teases you to cover up his own nerves

He talks to you a lot, particularly when he's getting ready to push his cock into you

Before he does he does warn you that it can be painful but it won't last long

Shakes while pushing his cock into you, he really wants to fuck you but he's holding himself back, he's being considerate of you

Keeps his thrusts slow, smiling down at you before he pulls you into a gentle kiss, telling you how good you feel around him

Leaves it up to you if he pulls out or not

Genuinely surprised, so surprised he drops a glass and it breaks

Doesn't think you should be embaressed by it at all

Some people take a lot of time to feel safe and comfortable to be intimate with others

He's actually pretty flattered that you want him to be the one who took your virginity

Knows he's on the bigger size in terms of dick size so he really doesn't expect you to be able to take all of him, maybe half if you're lucky

It can be too much for your first time

You can just make up for it by giving him a really nice handjob

Pulls you onto his lap and wants to cuddle you afterwards, he was always pretty protective and caring towards you

Now that he's your lover you can expect that his protective tendencies will get even stronger

Surprised when you want to go again so soon but he won't argue with you

Had a feeling you were inexperienced but he didn't want to say anything

Then you might feel pressured into having sex with him and that's the last thing he wants

Besides if he was only after sex then he could get it easily

He wants more than just a one night stand, by now you know that he cares about you and wants this to be a serious relationship

Just because he's serious about this doesn't mean he can take the day off

Actually he thinks it might be better if happens spontaneously

His cock is rock hard when he pulls you onto his lap when you tease him in his office

You need to learn that there are consequences for your actions

Keeps his hand on your mouth as he fucks his cock into you, it would be bad if you were interrupted for your first time and you don't get that orgasm you've been so desperate for

From this moment on he expects you to be at his full disposal and he will be at yours, naturally, there's a lot you still need to learn about pleasuring a man like him

Tries to hold back her cocky smirk but she just can't, oh this is too good, a hot lady like you and no one's fucked you yet

Just means she gets to be the first one to show you how good sex can be

After she's done with you there won't ever be anyone else that'll be able to satisfy you like she could

Has to brag about her skills but won't make fun of you for your lack of skills

Offers to do it in the 69 position so you can mimic her movements

The best way to teach is a hands on method, or in this case the mouth and tongue on

Even though your own movements are a little clumsy and you can't focus all that well you still try to follow her lead the best you can and believe her she loves that hard working side of you

Smokes after sex, that's a habit at this point

But the catch is that she smokes after really good sex so you should take that as the highest of compliments

How soon can you go again because she would love to keep you going all night long

Well he doesn't have much experience to speak off either

So you can both learn new things, you don't have to be nervous around him

Gets hard for you really easily and has to focus to keep himself from coming too soon

Usually this isn't a problem for him but you've been the object of his fantasies and dreams many times before, he hopes this isn't another one of those fantasies

But the moment he pushes his finger inside of you he's convinced it's real, it feels right, to pleasure you, to love you

Keeps rubbing his cock while fingering you, he wants to show you he's just as eager and excited for this as you are

He moves really damn fast when he finally pushes his cock into your pussy, he can't help himself, he can't hold back, it's almost overwhelming

After he feels your inner walls pulsing and massaging his cock he slows down just a little

Not fully slow, but enough to get some control over himself

Doesn't want you get you pregnant on your first night together but in the future you can discuss such things

Almost comes in his pants from excitement

Now that would be embarrassing, for him not for you, he bets you'd love to see that

Someday maybe you will but for now he wants to focus on your pleasure not his

Eats you out like he's been starving for eternity

You have to push him away to get him to stop, your juices dripping from his mouth and into his beard, making it all shiny

Kisses your thighs, covers them with kisses and bites actually, same with your pussy

His eyes roll back when he bottoms out inside of you, he honestly didn't think you'd want all of him for your first time but you were very determined

That determination should be rewarded

He has always been the giver, he loves making his lover feel pleasure, especially if he's the first one to do that for her

You won't escape his arms when he wraps them around you from behind, pampering the back of your neck and shoulders with lazy, appreciative kisses after sex

You should have told her this information sooner, then she wouldn't have flirted with you so hard

Not that she regrets having you naked in her bed or anything like that, the opposite is true, she thinks she should have given you more time to fall into her bed

But if you're still sure you want to do this with her tonight then she will be more than happy to give you pleasure until the Sun rises

Always had a way with words and praise is no different

She might be three fingers deep in your pussy and making you squirt but she'll be damned if she'll stop talking about how sexy you are or how lucky she feels tonight

Never been much of a cuddler, she was always very guarded, but this is a special occasion

Of course she'll let you return the favor

Don't worry about clumsiness or anything like that, just do what feels right, do what makes you feel good

Trust that she'll tell you if it doesn't feel good

She doesn't really do one night stands but she also doesn't sleep over at other people's places a lot, so if you want to do this again you're gonna have to make your intentions clear next time

[shan-yee]

𝘋𝘢𝘺 𝘟𝘐 = 𝙀𝙠𝙠𝙤 𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬 𝙖𝙡𝙥𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙝

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 = 𝙀𝙠𝙠𝙤 [𝘼𝙧𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙚]

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 = 𝙎𝙚𝙭, 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙫𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙨, 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙, 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧.

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 = 2154

𝘈/𝘕 = English is not my first language, please let me know if you see any mistakes ! Enjoy ✨

Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

⇰ Ekko is a gentleman, he will happily take care of his partner and make sure she is okay. He will also surely give her a nice hot bath and carry her there.

⇰ He’ll sometimes go and prepare some snacks while she takes a bath and he will bring them to her with a big smile.

⇰ Ekko will always take care of her first before taking a shower !

Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

⇰ His hands are surely his favorite body part because he does a lot of things with them, he saves people, he creates things and above all they allow him to touch the one he loves.

⇰ For her part, he adores her face, more precisely her eyes. Ekko spends most of his time observing her every little reaction and every time he meets her gaze full of love he falls for her all over again.

Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…)

⇰ Ekko is very cautious and most of the time he will want to wear protection and if his partner takes contraception he will be a little less strict about it but does not have one hundred percent trust in contraception.

⇰ He is quite classic and likes to finish inside the reader, however, at the beginning of their relationship he will refuse to cum on her body but with some discussions and if he sees that she wants it he will try it once and strangely he will like.

⇰ He has an average amount of cum and the taste is not too bitter, maybe because he eats a lot of sweet fruit ?

Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

⇰ I think he might like to be dominated by his partner, but be careful, dominate in the sense of being under her, being blindfolded, perhaps also restricted with bandages on his wrists.

⇰ But it will take time for him to talk about it with his girlfriend and he will want to do things right.

Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

⇰ Honestly he won't have much experience, maybe a fling here and there but romantic relationships aren't really the most important thing for him.

⇰ He never took the time to meet women with the aim of starting a relationship but the love he feels for his partner will fall on him when he least expected it !

⇰ He will learn very quickly with communication and of course he will probably be a little embarrassed and clumsy at first but he will quickly understand what to do.

Favorite position (This goes without saying.)

⇰ Ekko will favor positions that allow him to feel his partner against him and embrace her, not being there often, sex is for him a very important moment where he can finally be with her and enjoy.

⇰ Positions like “Face-off” and all the different “spooning” are perfect. In all of them, he will hold her firmly against his chest and help her with her movements at the same time.

Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

⇰ Ekko is in-between, romantic while being slightly humorous and with a touch of seriousness.

⇰ He will like to make a few little jokes here and there or tickle his partner for example. And the next second he will become a little more serious again, for him the important thing is that his girlfriend feels comfortable, after all sex is an intimate moment.

Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

⇰ It all depends on if he has time or not, there will be weeks where he has to go from left to right and he will probably take a shower every three days, and during these showers he will not take the time to shave wanting do it as quickly as possible.

⇰ I think he wouldn't care if his partner shaves or not, after all he doesn't do it regularly so he wouldn't be the best person to make this suggestion to her.

Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

⇰ As I mentioned in “goofy”, Ekko will be a mixture of several adjectives. But mainly I think it will indeed be romantic.

⇰ The first few times he will want to do everything in a big way, with candles, a romantic dinner and a sensual atmosphere, but with time he will calm down a little but there will always be some little touches like a small bouquet of flowers, a little less candles, a hot bath, etc.

Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

⇰ Before being in a relationship he didn't really think about it and the lack of time for himself didn't help things. He probably did it from time to time to relax and relieve his accumulated stress.

⇰ Once in a relationship and after exploring his intimacy with his partner it won't really change, well when he is alone, if his girlfriend is not far away he will occasionally go and ask her for a small favor —wink wink—.

Kink (One or more of their kinks)

⇰ Honestly, as much as I racked my brains, I couldn't find one, I think he's quite open and that if his partner suggest something he'll usually be up for it but that he himself will not really have any..

Location (Favorite places to do the do)

⇰ Ekko likes the calm of his house and the softness of his blankets, he won't really like doing it anywhere other than at home, not wanting to be surprised.

⇰ There are a lot of movements among the Firelights and Ekko does not want to tempt the devil and risk being surprised by anyone.

⇰ But ! He will like to do it in several places such as the kitchen, living room or bathroom but in the end he always prefers his bedroom the most.

Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

⇰ Ekko loves it when his partner touches his face or holds him against her, feeling her body against his is often what turns him on, especially after she showers or in the morning if she fell asleep naked the night before .

⇰ But generally Ekko is turned on by everything his girlfriend does, her simple presence at his side has an effect on him.

NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

⇰ Just like Viktor, Ekko will never hurt his partner even if she wants it, he will understand if it is something that pleases her and will not hold it against her but it will be very clear that it is not something he wants to experience.

⇰ Anything exhibitionism and treesome are also a big no no for him, there is no way he will share his girlfriend with anyone or let anyone watch her in her most vulnerable state.

Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

⇰ He will learn very well even if at the beginning he will not really know what to do, but he will be a master from his second oral, after having carefully observed the reactions of his partner during his movements.

⇰ Ekko particularly likes to give pleasure to his partner and it gives him some at the same time. His nature forces him to help people and take care of them even when he doesn't necessarily want to, but with her it's always a pleasure.

⇰ He will never say no to a blowjob ! But he still prefers to give.

Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

⇰ Being often tired, he will tend to take his time during the act and will be quite slow, gentle and sensual in his movements.

⇰ Of course, if his partner wants it or if he simply feels like it, he will sometimes be rougher and faster, although he prefers to savor the moment.

Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

⇰ Ekko will always be up for a quickie and will often be the one to initiate it, he would prefer to take his time as said above but sometimes it will be better than nothing.

⇰ Even in these moments when he generally doesn't have much time, he will make sure he can feel his partner against him as much as possible.

⇰ So I would say three to four times a week if he doesn't need to travel outside of Zaun or the hideout.

Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

⇰ Honestly it depends on the kind of risk, if we're talking about spicing it up a little by trying new things—wax play, bondage, etc.—surely yes but if it's things like exhibitionism, treesome, breath play, BDSM, etc., no.

⇰ For everything that is exhibitionism and treesome he will refuse directly and will not agree to "think about it", Ekko wants to keep his relationship private and he could not share his partner with anyone else, as he could not do it with another woman.

⇰ For the rest he could possibly think about it but he will surely end up refusing, not wanting to take unnecessary risk—breath play—or just because he’s not into it.

Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

⇰ It all depends on what he did during the day, on his best days he can last four to five rounds without the preliminaries and on the worst two or three, however it will happen that sometimes he is much too tired and falls asleep directly.

⇰ Generally Ekko lasts around ten minutes but he recovers quite quickly, all he needs is a few kisses here and there and he will be up for another round.

Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

⇰ Before being in a relationship Ekko had never really seen one and he would never think of owning one. If his partner has it, he will be quite curious and ask her to show it to him.

⇰ I think he will agree, after long discussions and with a few conditions, to try it on himself. He will probably be embarrassed at first but will relax after a few tries.

⇰ Just like Viktor, if his partner wishes, he will have the idea of creating one on his own to give to his partner.

Unfair (how much they like to tease)

⇰ From time to time he will like to tease his girlfriend, with little remarks or he will stop his movements when she asks him to speed up, etc.

⇰ But he will only do it when he has the energy and knows that he can make up for it with one or two more rounds and fast and deep movements, when he is tired sex with him is much slower and intimate, so he won't make a joke or tease her.

Vocals (How loud they are, what sounds they make, what does they say if they speak.)

⇰ Ekko likes to ask his partner what she feels and if everything goes well during the act, he will always ask her questions and be very attentive to her reactions to be sure that she enjoys it.

⇰ From time to time he will let out slight moans but generally he grunts more than he moans. Also, he is not the type to hold back his noises and he has extreme trust in his partner which means that he is not at all embarrassed, well a little at the very beginning of their relationship.

Wild care (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

⇰ Ekko likes to let the children at the shelter paint his face, he will pretend to sleep while they are having fun and to be shocked once he wakes up. he is also not against the idea of having children when the air is cleaner in Zaun and the Shimmer problem more under control.

X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

⇰ Ekko is average, maybe slightly longer, approximately 16/17cm and 14 in girth. I really hate this part because I still don’t know what to say.

Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

⇰ Ekko really likes sex and will never say otherwise but he is very capable of going several days or even weeks without doing it and it won't even make him in a bad mood!

⇰ Generally three to four times a week is perfect for him but he will never say no to doing it more frequently.

Zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

⇰ Even if he is tired, Ekko will always refuse to fall asleep before his partner. He likes to be sure that she is comfortable and sleeps soundly before relaxing and falling asleep.

⇰ While she falls asleep, Ekko will caress her back or arms with his fingertips and hold her against him to give her body warmth, especially in winter.

[evieelyzabethh]

"awkward"

⭒"you look at me different, so i let you see my body"⭒ Arcane characters walking in on you changing (modern au!, pre-relationship) {fem!reader}

cast ✧ Vi, Ekko, Jayce

cw ☞ slightly suggestive for everyone, slightly pervy jayce + airheaded!reader

♞Vi♞

♞Shocker to no one, Vi doesn't often knock before she enters a room. It's a bad habit she keeps meaning to get better about, but with how often she hangs around your apartment, she thinks of it as her own place. Why would she knock to go into your room? She doesn't knock to enter her own bedroom, and yours is interchangeable to her. Besides, you've been friends for years, there really isn't much she could see that would surprise her. You used to bathe together for fucks sake, granted that was before either of you could speak and ended before your adolescent tongue had figured out how to properly pronounce the letter V, but still.

♞If not for her sake, at least for yours. The number of nights you'd thought your house was broken into only to find it was Vi in your kitchen making herself a sandwich was starting to get a bit ridiculous. It's not even like she's particularly stealthy, she really can't sneak around to save her life, but sometimes you really wonder about putting a bell around her neck.

♞You knew she was heading out before you got in the shower only because she shouted it through the door. You didn't hear much through the pressure of the water mixing with the music you had blasting, but you thought you heard the door shut faintly and that was enough to start your everything shower in what you thought was complete solitude. You thought you would've been met with empty air and the clothes you set out on your bed when you left the bathroom towel-less, but you were sadly mistaken. Vi, however, was pleasantly surprised.

You didn't notice her at first as she was on her knees on the opposite side of your bed, feeling around the floor with phone flashlight dimly lighting the dark space beneath your bed. The sound of the door shutting behind you gains her attention, her head popping up to see you...in front of her...naked. Your first instinct is to scream as you grab your clothes and try to figure out what's more important to cover. She sits there dumbfounded with her hand over her mouth and her eyes wide. "Violet!" You shout, wishing she would cover her eyes rather than her gaping mouth, but she is practically frozen until you shout her full name. "Violet?" It almost sounds foreign coming from your lips. Her brows furrow in confusion. Who's Violet? It doesn't help not much is happening behind those eyes. The lights are on, and no one is home. You could've called her Vi and she still would've been perplexed. "That is your name isn't it." Is it? It is! She's Violet, you're her best friend of years...naked and so very attractive and shit she's staring. She stands up quickly, maybe too quickly as she stumbles over her feet as she desperately tries to turn herself around or at least avert her gaze. "Yeah, but I only get the Violet treatment when I do something wrong. I didn't mean to catch you fresh out the shower." "You weren't supposed to be here. Didn't you say you were going to the gym or something!" Getting dressed is made infinitely harder while trying to avoid her gaze. You somehow managed to nearly put your pants on backwards during your struggle. "I mean I was but then I got hungry, so I made something to eat and then I remembered that I left my keys in here, so I came back for them." "And you didn't think to knock?!" The funny thing is, you had fantasized about this scenario before, but it's kinda like how dancing in the rain looks so much more fun in the movies than it feels in actuality. In a porno, yeah, this would be great. She'd throw you on the bed, you'd play coy before eventually confessing you had been waiting for this to happen, and the sound of fireworks in the distance would be covered by the sound of your headboard banging against the wall. You weren't prepared for this. You'd think that would make it hotter, but performance takes some preparation. Spontaneity needs at least the possibility of it happening, and as far as you knew she was hot, sweaty, and punching a sandbag half an hour away. "Please stop yelling at me with your tits out, I can't focus." You collect your bearings long enough to hook the closures on your bra and throw a shirt over your head, completely out of breath and exhausted. "Vi, I don't know why your keys would be in here. Last I saw them, they were on the couch." Her cheeks red, her eyes wide, and her lips pursed, she has a thought for the first time in the past ten minutes. Shit, I did leave my keys there. Not knowing how to leave the situation, she robotically walks to your door, her head down in shame as she mumbles apology after apology and doesn't breathe until the door shuts behind her. When she gets over the initial shock, she does have a bit of pep in her step for the rest of the day. To put it simply, she was given a joy that no one would be able to take from her for at least a month.

★Ekko★

★He thinks he's great at acting nonchalant after the fact, but he is in shambles. It's even worse that you weren't great friends beforehand. Like, if he was to say 'hello' of course you'd say it back, but it was really nothing more than that. Passing acquaintances who, at least for him, was desperately in love with the other to the point of roses, pearls, and unsent love letters.

★He's willing to admit it was completely his fault. You were close enough, or rather it was his way of flirting and trying to get closer to you, that he would swing by and use you as a recipe tester. You were just down the hall from him, practically neighbors, and what was more neighborly than brining by a plate of food every once in a while. He was still workshopping some dumpling recipe, unsure if he got the texture of the wrapper quite right, and he didn't give you any notice, figuring that if you were too busy you just wouldn't open the door for him. When he shows up and you open the door for him, looking as if you had just woken up, he's too distracted to listen to the words coming from your mouth to register that you just told him you were about to get in the shower and that you'd be out in a bit.

★He tentatively waits in your living room for a few minutes, hot plate growing lukewarm in his lap as he twiddles his thumbs on your couch when he hears a large bang come from your room. Being the chivalrous, brave young man Ekko is, he barges in without a second thought, immediately distracted by the sight of you completely topless. He freezes, but only for a moment, swinging the door closed and shouting 'I'm sorry!" from behind it as he basks in his shame on the couch.

It's been a week. A terrible, miserable week of sleepless nights and forced smiles and shame. A terrible week for Ekko that is, Scar finds it hilarious how often he fucks up his words to the point of silence. If the humiliation wasn't bad enough, he hasn't built the courage to even be seen by you. Any place possible to cross paths, in the downstairs lobby to get mail or on the stairs after a grocery trip, his usual dopey smile flashes by in an instant as he moves to duck his head. No 'hello', just the jingling of his keys in the lock and the slamming of his door. You think its endearing how embarrassed he is. It makes you feel even better about how embarrassed you are. Your friends had to have gotten sick of you by now with how often you think about it. "Do you think he saw...them?" you ask, the answer already in your head but you're hoping someone is going to feed your delusions or at least lie to you. "Girl, of course he saw them, he's a lovesick idiot, not blind." You hate how nonchalantly she says it, as if you haven't been crushing on this guy for weeks and him seeing your bare chest is just a normal Tuesday afternoon. "Well, then why hasn't he said anything since?" Because surely, he would. Right? And, believe me, he does want to say something. In his own apartment he's talking to his roommate, Scar, about it, forcing him to roleplay as you, which he does begrudgingly only so he can hold it over his head later. Not that Scar is any help, he does your voice all wrong and slaps him every time he starts to ramble. "Because he's too busy still thinking about it. I really don't know what you're so upset about. You gave him another reason to be obsessed with you." Yeah, and it's absolutely killing him. He feels gross, like some pervy teenage boy. Like a peeping tom! Ekko is a nice young man. He respects women! He doesn't even say the word 'bitch', and he knows that you're much more than your figure. His heart knows and his brain knows. His dick doesn't, but that doesn't matter!! When he decides to settle this once and for all, he is a complete wreck. His palms are sweaty, he spent more time than usual picking an outfit that screamed 'I'm not a pervy loser', he even got you flowers to make the apology really official. After standing at your doorstep for a few minutes to work up the nerve, he eventually knocks, slightly surprised when you answer the door as quickly as you do. You stare at each other for a few moments, flowers awkwardly thrust into your hands as he licks his lips and wipes the moisture of his hands onto his pants. "Hey, so I just wanted to apologize for a couple days ago when I totally accidentally and absolutely not on purpose at all caught you while changing. I heard a bang, and I went to go check it out and I wasn't thinking before I went in there which is totally my bad. I completely understand if you feel violated and if you would like you never have to see my face every again, but I really just wanted to come by and make it abundantly clear that I am not some gross creepy guy and I never wanted to make you uncomfortable and-" "Ekko?" He's so glad you stopped him when you did because he could feel himself going blue in the face from how fast he forced his words out. "It's cool. We're good." "We are?" If he wasn't standing right in front you, he may have just literally jumped for joy. "Yes, Ekko, it's ok. I was more concerned when you started avoiding me. I thought you were like grossed out or something." And he doesn't know how to respond. Something tells him that saying you have a nice rack is probably not the way to go. "NO! I mean, no I wasn't grossed out. If I may, you looked really pretty, not that I saw much anyway. Your towel covered the...important stuff. I just assumed you would want your space from me after that." "If I wanted space, I would've asked. I missed you." He could faint after hearing that. "Yeah, I missed you too."

❂Jayce ❂

❂His crush on you is starting to get really embarrassing, actually. He signs his notes with his first name and your last name, he's giving himself pep-talks in his foggy bathroom mirror, and the number of wet dreams is really starting to get out of hand. It's not like he hasn't imagined what you'd look like undressed before he sees it, on the contrary, some of those dreams are so realistic he gets confused when you don't acknowledge them.

❂He is starting to make progress, by which I mean he was convinced by Mel to start interacting with you like a normal human rather than staring at you from a far. He invites you over to his place, he gets invited to yours, to everyone but you it's very obvious that he's courting you. You don't think much of your walks around the gardens, your coffee shop meetups, or when he invites you to nice events. You think he's just another one of your friends.

❂Jayce knew you liked shopping, why else would you ask him to accompany you so often. At first, he thought it was your way of flirting with him, or at the very least your way of getting someone else to carry your bags, but everything is very platonic. Does it hurt it bit when he finds out you only ask him as a last resort when your girlfriends are unavailable, yeah, but he gets to join you in the changing room, so he doesn't have much of a problem with it.

You had been in this shopping mall for hours, or at least it felt that way. His feet hurt, there were rings starting to form on his arm from where he held your bags, he felt like he was getting a workout in from all the shoe boxes that were shoved into his arms. He could barely see what store he was being dragged into, only feeling the warmth of your hand wrap around his. It wasn't until an employee offered to take the load off him that he sees you're in yet another clothing store. What started as last minute Christmas shopping eventually became buying a whole new winter wardrobe. You had already gone through everyone on your list, including him. You forced him to wait outside of the store with his eyes closed as you asked the man behind the counter to wrap it for you and ship it to your address. He wishes you weren't so good at keeping secrets, because he certainly worked at getting it out of you before giving up after you switched the conversation topic for the umpteenth time. Now, he aimlessly walked around a few paces behind you, occasionally rubbing a piece of fabric between his fingers as you hop from rack-to-rack flitting through sizes and adding looping another hanger over your arm. Occasionally, you'll hold up a skirt or a top and ask his opinion on the color or whether or not they go together, to which he responds to the best of his ability. 'No, I think you should go with the other color; compliments your undertones better.' or 'I would go with the tighter skirt, the flowy one doesn't match the top'. He thinks he's gotten better at shopping with you. You used to look at him like he was crazy when he gave his opinion, but recently he's overheard one of your girlfriends say, you've trained him well. After thoroughly moving through all the displays, you make your way to the fitting rooms, going back and forth with attendant who gives him a death glare as he walks past. "The fitting rooms are only meant for one person." He knew what that tone meant. I don't get paid enough to clean cum out of those cubbies. "Oh, don't worry about it, he's just a friend." The man looks him up and down while Jayce stands there awkwardly, hands clasped together behind his back with a strained smile on his face. "Right..." And bless your heart because you are not picking up on his disgust or distrust that what you're saying is true. "Right! So, if you'll excuse us-" Jayce would look smugly back at the man but he knows exactly how honest you're being. He wishes you two were about to fuck back here, God know he's been thinking about on everyone one of these trips. Instead, he sits on the small wooden stool provided, half of him hanging off of it, as you close the door behind you and meticulously sort the clothes you picked out. He struggles on where to place his gaze as you strip nonchalantly, folding whatever you had on carefully and setting in on his bouncing thigh as he prays to whatever God there is that if he's already hard you're either to kind to say anything about it or too preoccupied to notice it. He's trying his best not to stare at how your tits fill out that bra, but with how long it's taking you to figure out the strappy shirt you picked out and how cramped the room is, of course his eyes naturally flit to them and stay there. By the time you figure it out, his eyes may as well be cartoonishly popping out of his skull. "What do you think?", you ask cheerfully, still playing with the straps and flattening out the fabric against your skin. "I like you." "Aw, I like you too, Jay; you have good taste in shoes. Now what about the top?"

[jjtheresidentbaby]

regressuary day 1: bathing/washing

» for @regressuary & link to bingo card here

» cg!vi & rg!caitlyn & cg!ekko | on my ao3 | wrd count: 2.1k+

» summary: vi finds cait beaten in an alleyway without an explanation as to why and has to care for her, thankfully ekko shows up to help

» tags: arcane agere, set sometime in season 1, hurt/comfort, injuries & blood, other enforcers hurting cait, mentioned undercity & piltover conflict, slight baby talk, nicknames

Vi scoops Caitlyn into her arms carefully, swallowing hard when she hears Cait whine in pain before clinging herself to Vi as tight as she can.

Vi isn’t sure what happened that left Caitlyn in the state she’s in: her enforcer uniform torn, scrapes at her knees, blood on her knuckles, a bruise blooming over her left eye and a split lip on her right. It’s obvious she’s been fighting, Vi just wish she knew who and why.

“Let’s get you home.” She starts the trek from the hidden alleyway towards the Kiramman property but is quickly stopped when Cait lifts her head with a shake.

“Can’t go home.” Caitlyn more mumbles than anything which worries Vi, did she hit her head? Should Vi be taking her to a doctor rather than home for some at-home-patchwork?

“Did you bump your head honey?” Truly Vi doesn’t know why she takes the soft and gentle tone with Cait when nine times out of ten they’re pretty brash with one another, but it seems to help Caitlyn relax a little.

“No jus’ my face got hurt.” Under the streetlights Vi is able to see how nasty the bruise she has really is. It’ll take weeks for that thing to fade and Vi thinks she’ll start to feel her own face ache if she keeps staring.

“Okay, I’ll talk you to my place.” Not that she really wants to take Cait in her enforcer uniform down to the Undercity but she doesn’t see any other option.

-

It’s rough to get to the lanes with Cait cradled in Vi’s arms but she manages somehow and only gets a couple winces from Cait. They haven’t been talking back and forth and that’s worrying Vi so she’s been trying to fill the silence on her own.

“One day I’ll talk you into eating the food down here, it’s better than it looks.” There’s so many people out tonight and every few steps Vi almost knocks into someone. It’s making her buzz with anxious energy.

“Oh and I’ll show you where me and Ekko used to train as kids, you’ll like it there. Would you wanna do that cupcake?” The nickname sounds far too dainty coming from Vi’s mouth right now, Cait nuzzles her face in further to Vi’s neck with a small nod, only making Vi more nervous. Caitlyn has never been this quiet around Vi, even when they were about to talk to the Councilors she was muttering about what to say and what not to.

“Vi?” The redhead stops in her tracks at the voice calling her name from in front of her- as if they just summoned him, it’s Ekko. At least it’s not someone looking to settle a decade old score.

“Hey Ekko.” Protectively Vi tugs Cait closer despite knowing fully well that Ekko is everything but a threat.

“I heard you were walking through the lanes carrying an enforcer around.” Ekko smirks a little as he crosses his arms and Vi falters to reply.

“Who told you that? I haven’t been down here that long.” Anyone could’ve told Ekko and the Undercity moves so quickly it’s really a useless line of questioning.

“When someone has a beaten enforcer held in their arms like a baby, it gets around pretty fast. So, you and Caitlyn get into a fight or something?” A scowl appears on Vi’s face, nearly disgusted by the thought of her doing this to Cait. Ekko just shakes his head at the expression.

“I found her like this, I don’t know what happened.” They start to walk again, Ekko leading Vi towards the path that will bring them to the firelights base, which she’s thankful for. It’ll be safer for Cait to be there than the rickety old apartment Vi’s been staying in.

“You just found her? How did you know she was hurt?”

“I didn’t. I… I was going to see if she’d let me crash for the night but she wasn’t home when I snuck in so I thought she was on patrol for the night and that’s when I found her. Nobody else was around and she hasn’t said anything about what happened.” Part of Vi thinks the other enforcers did this, Cait said she was having problems with a couple of them the last time Vi stayed over. If it’s true, she doubts Cait will want to give them up. That job means so much to her.

“You guys can stay with us tonight. I have a place you can clean her up and patch those wounds.” There’s definitely more Ekko wants to say but he’s holding back, probably because they’re still in public, Vi can’t blame him. She feels unnerved walking around like this even if nobody’s said anything to them or done more than shoot Vi a strange look.

“Thanks Ekko.”

-

The firelights base is just as lively and inviting as the first time Vi came in here: people buzzing around with smiles on their faces, fresh air wafting into Vi’s senses in a much nicer way than the lingering smog in the lanes, and most of all, this bass feels safe. Vi doesn’t see a single weapon around or even an angry face seeing Caitlyn’s enforcer uniform when they pass groups of people.

“I’ll go grab some water, you can untangle her from you.” There’s half a chuckle that Vi rolls her eyes at. Cait still hasn’t moved so much as an inch away from Vi, maybe Ekko’s right about untangling her being its own task.

“Hey cupcake we’re safe in here, you can take a bath and I’ll patch you up.” Gently Vi wraps a hand around the back of Cait’s head, still using the other to hold Cait up.

“Mhm.” Is the muffled reply she gets and Caitlyn’s hands gripping Vi’s jacket harder.

“Is that so? Well Ekko is being very nice by letting us use his bath, don’t you think we should oh I don’t know… actually use it?” Her voice falls to the one she’d pull out when Powder was being fussy about something when they were younger: all soft and playful teasing, nothing harsh that could make the kid feel worse. Which is funny to think about, considering Cait is not a kid and is far from it but- Vi thinks she needs to be babied a little right now.

“Hur’s.” It’s slurred and young sounding, Vi sucks in a breath. She hates seeing Cait like this when she’s usually so strong and put together.

“Oh honey. The bath will help it not hurt, okay? I’ll clean you up nice and good.” It’s not necessarily a lie but Vi isn’t sure if patching Cait’s wounds will cause less pain than what she’s already in. It has to be done though.

“That’s it little one.” Slowly, almost like she’s afraid Vi is going to disappear into thin air if she’s too far away, Caitlyn lets go of her and Vi’s able to sit her up on a chair next to the unfilled bath.

Cait looks even smaller than before. Her arms are tucked into her chest instantly, big doe eyes staring up at Vi in waiting with a wet blink, shoulders hunched together, and Vi swears there’s even a pout in her bottom lip. It makes Vi want to pull her right back up to her chest and apologize for ever putting her down until she’s blue in the face.

“Hey you got her down.” Thankfully Ekko comes back into the room with buckets of water before Vi can act on gut instinct alone and have to start the process of getting Cait to let go of her all over again.

“That should warm up quickly.” Ekko kneels on the floor for a minute, flipping a switch so some type of heating system beneath the tub starts up. Vi makes a mental note to ask how he came up with that later on.

“Stay.” Before Ekko can walk past the girls and leave them alone, Cait reaches a hand out to stop his wrist.

The room pauses for a beat until Caitlyn’s face falls and she instantly reels her hand back as if it’s been burned. Her cheeks flush in embarrassment but Ekko only smiles softly, kneeling beside the chair and taking Cait’s trembling hand into his own.

“That’s alright princess, I can stay.” He assures and gives a kiss to the top of Cait’s hand. Vi feels something like happiness swell in her chest seeing the only family she’s really got interacting in good faith. With how Cait and Powder interacted before… she’s more than grateful Ekko is being kind to Caitlyn even under the circumstances.

-

“Do you think you can talk blue?” Ekko is busy distracting Cait where she sits in the tub while Vi tends to the wound on the back of her shoulders. Vi can’t tell what the slice is from or how Caitlyn hasn’t been crying in pain from it. It’s long and thick, maybe a sword? But it’s not deep enough to hit anything major but still has crimson blood dribbling down it slowly.

“I can talk, m’big.” A short laugh comes from Ekko and he reaches to brush some hair off Cait’s face. Him and Vi had a quick conversation as Cait undressed about Caitlyn possibly being in a younger headspace than normal, Vi is only starting to believe Ekko’s theory more and more.

“That’s good. Do you know who did this to you?” A small whimper comes from Cait’s chest, Vi isn’t sure if it’s because she’s pressing antiseptic to her wound or because of Ekko’s question.

“It’s alright sweetheart, I’m almost done.” She murmurs just incase it is the pain causing Cait to shrink in on herself.

“And we won’t tell anyone you don’t want us to if you tell us who hurt you.” Ekko glances behind Cait’s shoulder to share a stern look with Vi- no they won’t tell anyone about who hurt Caitlyn, they won’t need to, they’ll be able to handle whoever it is on their own.

“Was the other enforcers.” ‘Enforcers’ comes out in a mumbled lisp with a sniffle that only makes the rage that quickly starts to simmer in Vi burn hotter.

“They don’t like me ‘cause I’m not like them.” From the angle Vi is leaning over the tub at, she can see how Ekko rubs his thumb at Cait’s cheek while simultaneously clenching his jaw so hard Vi can almost hear them grinding together.

“What do you mean you’re not like them?” Cait shrugs and looks away from Ekko, hands moving the water around her anxiously. She hesitates for a moment before going to speak again.

“I like you guys. I care bout you.” They don’t like her because she’s friends with people from the Undercity, because she actually gives a damn about what happens down here.

“That’s nothing to be ashamed of, and you don’t deserve to get hurt for it. I’m sorry that they did that.” Vi leans herself to press her cheek to the top of Caitlyn’s shoulder where the cut doesn’t reach, Cait easily drops her head atop Vi’s, getting Vi’s hair and face wet in the process but it doesn’t matter.

“Do you know their names?” The gears turning in Ekko’s head are practically as audible as his teeth grinding, Vi can’t wait to hear what he’s planning to do to those bastards.

“Mhm. Uh Johnny, Charlotte and um.. Triv? I don’t know them very well. I fought back but..” She trails off and lifts her hands out of the water, her busted knuckles still red with the dried blood that hasn’t fully washed away.

“You did amazing baby, you did everything you could outnumbered like that.” Vi shifts to press a quick kiss to Cait’s damp skin. She really is proud of Cait for fighting back against the other enforcers, she knows it couldn’t have been easy.

“I stay the night?” One of Caitlyn’s hands reaches to rub clumsily at her eyes before she yawns all small and childish.

“Of course you can. I’ll go get some clothes for you and Vi can dry you off.” Ekko stands and grabs a towel to hand Vi before disappearing out of the room.

Vi almost expects Ekko to go off right then and there and track those enforcers down to get them back for hurting Cait but he comes back quickly with some clothes and blankets. It’s not til Cait is asleep and Professor Heimerdinger is sat by her bed that Ekko and Vi go up to Piltover to defend Caitlyn. They return out of breath and a little bruised up but before Cait wakes up. The three of them spend the rest of the night snuggled up together and safe.

[silentsneezes]

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Masterlist

(below the cut)

Ar/cane

Piltover's Pollen - Caitvi

SWH Jayvik - Kink Viktor

Counselor Talis's Cold

Jayce Essential Oils Allergy - Kink Viktor

Sick Professor Jayce - Part One

Sick Professor Jayce - Part Two

Unexpected Allergies Jayce & Kink Viktor

Unexpected Allergies Jayce Fic Part Two - NSFW

Sickness in Solitude - ViktorxJayce

Sick Jayce Fic — Kink Viktor

Confessions — Sick Jayce and Kink Viktor

Photic Viktor

Sick Viktor

Sick Vander - Zaundads

A Sneeze Worth Applause - Vander Drabble

Sneeze Headcanons (Jay/vik)

Jayvik Bath Sneeze Headcanons

More Jayvik Headcanons

Vander Headcanons

Ekko Headcanons

M/arauders

Remus Christmas Allergies

Stubborn Remus Sickfic

Remus Stifle Drabble

Sirius with Hayfever

Sirius Sick Denial Part One

Sirius Sick Denial Part Two

Allergic Snzkink Sirius (Wolfstar) Part One

Snzkink Sirius Part Two (NSFW)

Remus Lupin Allergies (Wolfstar)

Allergic (trans) Regulus — Jegulus

S/tranger T/hings

Eddie w/ Pollen Allergy (Steddie)

Steddie Roomate au w Snzkink Eddie + Allergic Steve

Steve Cat Allergy (Steddie)

Steve Cologne Allergy (Steddie)

Sick Stubborn Steve

Sick Steve Caught In the Rain (Steddie)

Steve Cat Allergy Denial (Steddie)

Allergic Eddie + Snzkink Steve

Sick Eddie + Snzkink Steve Ficlet

Steve Cat Allergy Drabble

Allergic Eddie + Snzkink Steve: A Perfect Storm

Stubborn Sick Steve + Platonic Stobin

Pollen Allergy Eddie (Steddie)

Eddie Cologne Allergies (Steddie)

Sick Steve (Implied Steddie)

Allergic Eddie + Snzkink Steve Drabble (CW: smoking)

Allergic Eddie Munson

Dead/pool and Wol/verine

Headcanons/Scenerios for DP & W

Headcanons (Kink DP — some Pool/verine)

Pool/verine Snz Rambles

The U/mbrella A/cademy

Klaus Sickfic (Klave)

Allergic Klaus + Snzkink Dave

Sick Klaus + Caretaker Dave

G/ood O/mens

Sick Crowley Fic

M/arvel

Allergic Bucky (Stucky)

Sneezy Bucky (Sambucky Ship)

A/cross the S/piderverse

Miguel Sickfic (+ Peter B Parker w/ kink)

Miguel Snzcanon

T/ed L/asso

Sick Jamie Part One

Sick Jamie Part Two

C/riminal M/inds

Allergic Spencer (MorganxSpencer)

A & B Scenarios

A stifles — B has the kink

Sick B — Kink A

Sick A — Caretaking B

Kink B — Inducing A

CW for Mess — Sick A — Kink B

CW for Mess — Allergic A

if anything is linked incorrectly, please let me know !

any reblogs are appreciated to find snzkink mutuals (must be at least 18 years old to interact)

[fatherlesk]

CHRISTMAS XOXO | ARCANE HCS (MAINLY SFW!)

s2 (early)act2! Jinx and Isha dress up for Christmas (despite Jinx not really celebrating but she does it for Isha) as Santa and Santa's Elf. Jinx builds a snowball shooter, and they go nuts on random people walking in Piltover, while they're probably on top of the roof of some in-construction building.

s2 Ekko would be such a Christmas guy-- wanting to spend his Christmas with Jinx and Isha; decorating a small tree with Isha by putting Jinx's unfinished/non-explodable/harmful towards Isha bombs on the tree, making silly Christmas Carol lyrics with Isha, decorating stolen Santa hats with Jinx and Isha(Jinx having a bomb as the little puff on her hat), etc.

s1 + s2! Mel spends Christmas with a few glasses of wine, bathed in rose water and beautiful body scents. Often thinking about what could've been while she spends Christmas keeping herself together. (ref. to both Jayce and her mother)

I personally think s1! Viktor would've celebrated, but slowly gave up on it because Christmas is majority revolved around religion and despite his prayers, believing didn't heal his leg (hence, he became his own god.) Plus, he was too busy working on hextech to really notice or care how fast the months went by.

s1! Jayce wouldn't shut up about holidays during his time working in the lab. And while sleeping with Mel, and while having little conversations with Caitlyn every now and then. "So-" he says, railing the hell out of Mel, panting like some runaway stray "any.. plans for the holidays this year?" Mel switches positions, now riding him "you're talkative for someone who just came three times, but no,.. no I do not."

s1 act1! Heimerdinger would enjoy the holidays. Especially Christmas. He'd dress up as Santa, giving out small candied treats to people who weren't in a shitty mood on Christmas Eve, then would wear a little Santa Hat and his regular clothes on Christmas Day, knowing he still has a job to do.

s1 + s2 act1! Vi wouldn't enjoy Christmas much, but I think she'd enjoy New Year's. Doing the countdown with family, (rather that's who she's born beside or who she chooses as family) staying up late, doing random shit like taking naps or teasing someone just to kill time knowing she gets impatient, etc.

s1 + s2 act1! Caitlyn would enjoy New Year's as well, but wouldn't mind the snowfall that comes with December's holidays. She'd spend her time drinking hot cocoa, trying to keep her composure on days it's really cold out but enjoying the Christmas lights and Carollers, and maybe ice skating at least twice every two years, just to see if she'll get any better (she won't.)

[solarpire]

Gonna just keep throwing characters into your enclosure, feel free to take or leave whichever you like. Ekko smell?

You'll never guess what I'm watching right now lol

Ekko I think is definitely not the type to really go for smells. Most he'd probably do himself is hair product that smells nice, and maaaybe a gentle cologne he saves for special occasions that he basically never uses (feels a little too guilty to spend time on things like nice perfumes, he puts WAY too much pressure on himself). I definitely dont think he'd smell bad though. Hes definitely the type to lose track of time and spend like 10 too many hours working on projects every once in a while, but he keeps pretty clean. My guess is his overall smell is fairly mellow, but its hints of rosemary and shea butter, some kind of gear lubricant, and the tree the firelights are based in, and I could maaaaybe see some kind of gentle musk (more incense than animalic, amber notes)

My femme and I are doing a little research on their tree too to narrow it down a little, and it looks like a ficus! We also found out, fun fact, ficuses are often used with the intent of air purification! But based on that, I think I'm going to go with a fig smell.

For this one I think I'm going to do three layers (I really wanted that wd40 smell and it is RIDICULOUS how hard it is to find shea perfumes, at least on fragrantica)

Perfume one is Une Figue Obvious (havent owned this one, referenced notes and reviews)

Perfume two is Honeycomb Bath & Body Works (havent owned this one, referenced notes and reviews)

And perfume three is Smells Like WD-40 MSCHF (havent owned this one, referenced notes and reviews)

[snoopyhq]

I'M FREE TO COMMENT!!! My smut headcanons where his gn s/o worships Jayce, Viktor, Steb, Vander, Silco, and Ekko's bodies request is so good! The romantic fluff & your creativity for each character is AMAZING 😍 I love it especially Jayce is tied up to the bed with red silk ribbons 🎀, you held him back to dote on him 🤭, he doesn't hide his gasps & whimpers 😳, you're glad he feels safe enough to express himself even in such intimate setting ☺️, you're going to paint him to be your masterpiece 🎨, you marked him everywhere 😁, each of it is to remind him that you love him 💕, Viktor doesn't take time to spoil himself so you decided to do it yourself 😉, both of you managed to have a few nights free together 👥, the mirror is facing both of you 🪞, you praised him as you slowly removed his clothes 🗣️💕, even he's affected by your words 😳, he wanted to look away from his reflection but your encouragement helped 😉, you had jazz music on 🎶, you lightly trailed your fingertips on his body O///O, you kissed his neck & praised him for being wonderful 💋, your magic is definitely working on him ✨, you asked him if he can see how beautiful he is to you ☺️, you thought of hot springs like I did but felt bad for involving it ♨️, a luxury bath is good thought too 👍, there's outdoor jacuzzi in your garden (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠), both of you were enjoying it 😌, you can understand Steb's non-verbal gestures well 👍, he's stressed considering his line of work 😞, he genuinely relaxed during these moments of intimacy 😌, he would be whipped if you're patient & gentle with him 🥴, I definitely agree there there's more to love 😘, just how stressed Vander would be 😅, both of you are drunk together as he doesn't need to hold back with you 🍻, I feel like blushing with the amount of dirty dancing too ⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)⁠⁄, you would sing him praises 🗣️🎶💕, Silco definitely won't go down without a fight no matter what it is 😁, he enjoys how it keeps changing 👍, you have starches & hickies as usual 😳, he did give you rein though 🫴, he didn't leave unharmed 😏, you had him use the blindfold 🙈, you worship him like a feral animal 😘, you will face the consequences later 😁, you removed the blindfold to let him see everything after you had enough fun 😜, you reminded him that you love him with kisses 😘, he has luxurious items for aftercare 👍, you planned it down ✍️, you want to spoil Ekko considering how much he has done 👍, you got him breakfast in bed while watching the sunset with him 🥞🌇, you take him shopping to three different shops at least 🛍️, you treated him to lunch before racing with hoverboards 😁, both of you did skincare together 😌, you intertwined your hand with him as you talked excitedly about your day 🗣️(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠), he relaxed when he's with you 😌, you took your time to make love to him 💕, you told him how you love everything about him 🗣️💕, both of you cooked a meal together 🍲, both of you feel asleep because you two are too 😴, and you insisted on being the big spoon so he can feel protected like he does for you 🥹 Thank you so much for doing my request because I love it so much :)

THANK YOU FOR THIS REVIEW IN THE INBOX !!! Feeling very joyous right now, I LOVE HEARING FROM MY READERS TY TY MWAH MWAH MWAH <333

[f1shbonez]

Ekko was standing there, the biggest stick in the mud EVER, amongst the music and colourful flashing lights. What gives? He’d given her choice of hangout area, she’d chosen, and now he was holding out on her? C’mon, after all the things she’d wasted her time doing for him this week, the least he could do was play along and have a little fun. 

Impatiently, Jinx waited for Ekko to get over whatever the fun-hating voices in his head were saying, as she danced along to the beat of the music from the shooting gallery. Ah, what the heck, he could stand there like a sump-fish as long as he liked, she’d have fun with or without him! Besides, dancing with the silly wooden cut-outs was kinda fun. Twirling around one as though they were partners in a dance, Jinx poked her head up, eyeing Ekko for any sign he was ready to join in. 

Please say yes, he had to! 

"You just wanna sucker me into a game so you can get to swap out and shoot at me," 

A wounded gasp sounded from the gallery, far too exaggerated to be genuine. 

Who, ME???

“What, you scared of fun, or are you just scared you’ll lose?” Jinx asked, snatching up a stray ball from the ground and inspecting it in her hand. 

"...What prize do I get if I win?"

A slow, deliberate grin settled back across Jinx’s lips. Oh, that was all the confirmation she needed. It was game on. A gleeful sound tumbled from her throat as she tossed the ball over to Ekko to add to his ammunition. Okay…OKAY! Time to do things properly. 

Just as quickly as she’d stood in the open, bathed in pockets of coloured light, Jinx vanished towards the back of the cutouts- melting into shadow and glints of neon paint. 

“WELCOME WOOD-BUGS AND DUST-BUNNIES, SINNERS AND SUMP-SNIPES, GET READY TO BE BLOWN AWAY BY THE SHOWDOWN OF THE CENTURY!” Jinx’s voice boomed along with the music as she sprang into the centre of the range, flinging both arms above her head to exaggerate the grand entrance. 

“IN THE BENCHES - OUR HANDSOME HERO! CAN HE FIRE A GUN? HE’S NOT SURE! LET’S GIVE IT UP FOR THE EXPLOSIVE… EKKO!”

The music crescendoed and with it, Jinx dove behind another target before popping out once more. 

“AND IN THE RANGE IS OUR TARGET. SHE’S QUICK. SHE’S AGILE. A STREAK OF BLUE LIGHTNING. HER ULTIMATE WEAKNESS- WHATEVER’S IN THE GUN! THE WEIRD. THE WHIMSICAL. YOUR JITTERY JINX!”

She paused, flashing Ekko a brilliant smile under a pool of green light. Now, to the good stuff! Ekko had raised a very good point. This was to be a competition. She loved competitions! That only left one thing…

With another deep breath, she filled her lungs for the final announcement. 

“FOR THE WINNER: THEIR NAME, IMMORTALISED AMONG THE BEST. THEIR CHOICE OF THE NEXT GAME. AND, THE FABLED SHAME-SPEECH FROM THE LOSER, ACKNOWLEDGING THEIR LEGENDARY SKILL!” 

With a twirl, Jinx stopped short, planting her boots onto the slick wooden floor. 

“AND FINALLY, THE LOSER: EMBARRASSMENT DEEPER THAN THEY COULD EVER IMAGINE! THE LOSER HAS TO– uhhh…– THE LOSER HAS TO PRETEND TO BE THE WINNER FOR 5 MINUTES. AND WEAR A STUPID HAT OF THE WINNER’S CHOICE!” 

Blue eyes narrowed, smug and bursting with excitement as she watched Ekko for his reaction. 

There, how’s that?

With a final wink, she bounded behind a target for cover, sticking out a thumbs-up to open play. 

You had to start slow with stuff like this. A single boot dangling out from cover. A single hand flipping off the opposition from above a target’s head. She was toying with him. It wasn’t fair unless Ekko had a few chances to warm up and get to grips with his weapon, after all. 

After a few generous attempts to draw Ekko’s attention, Jinx twirled between a set of targets, continuing to dance along to the music. She could afford to play while he was busy being clumsy, no problem!

❛ no one's here. we can be as loud as we want.❜ (Ekko)

Things hadn’t been going too badly. 

At least, that was the impression Jinx was starting to get from the way her world was changing around her. The Firelight leash had gotten a little more slack over the past few weeks. Hoverboard lessons, a fixed place on the rota, hell, they’d even invited her along to one of their stupid game nights. Not that she cared, or anything. So what, if the voices of cheering and competitive play were somehow less abrasive when she was a part of it. It didn’t matter. They didn’t matter. 

The more interesting development came with Ekko. Hard-won moments of respite were seemingly easier to win these days. No more awkward dinners in her prison-room where nobody knew what to say. No more bashing someone in the face just to remind him that she existed. Sure, Ekko was just as busy as ever (being Bug-King made it that way), but more than ever it felt like he had carved out a little more time to do more than chastise his troublesome guest. Prisoner? Guest? Jinx still wasn’t entirely sure. 

Was Ekko?

Ekko’s hoverboard lessons weren’t the only thing that had taken them outside the winding tunnels of the Firelight base. Playing nice, it seemed, brought new opportunities to light- ones that even Jinx found herself unwilling to risk losing. Every now and then, a trip on a hoverboard would lead them somewhere private- away from all the buzz and hum of the stupid Firelights. Sure, the Zaun grey was thicker out here than it was in Ekko’s little corner of sunshine, but for Jinx, it felt as though she could finally breathe. 

It was easier to talk when your company didn’t have his mob waiting (and eavesdropping) outside. They were equals out here… in a way. That had to mean something. Ekko never would have started the little ritual if he didn’t at least trust her a little, right? 

What was even weirder, was that he had agreed to let Jinx select today’s hangout spot. Sure, there had been a few perfunctory rules to adhere to: not too far from the base, not in enemy territory, something else she’d already forgotten…blah blah blah. She could handle that! Totally. 

A wall of glass, shattered long-ago, opened its toothed maw onto the street. She’d been here before, countless times, Powder too. Even under Silco’s reign, the deserted building had been a favourite haunt. Nobody came here anymore. The memory of the brutality in the streets, the empty husks of surrounding buildings, the intermittent flooding…nobody had a reason to. Well, unless their name was Jinx. 

Pale fingers trailed an absent, faintly reverent touch through the dust of the guardrail that surrounded a series of pads and targets. Above, the scoreboard loomed, awash with Vi’s name, save for Claggor, still at the very bottom and ‘POW’ sitting second from the top. It was bittersweet. She couldn’t beat Vi’s old score even now, but even if she did, what good would it do? It wasn’t like Vi was around anymore to see or feel the punches or kicks. Besides, one more high score would knock Claggor’s name clean off the board. Forever. Jinx wasn’t sure how that made her feel. Abruptly, Jinx forced her gaze to gloss over it, stuffing the way the names made her feel somewhere deep down. 

Even now, years later, the crude images of Mylo’s face remained where Powder had etched them a lifetime ago. Jinx paused, taking a moment to drink in the sight. The slightest quirk tugged at the corners of her lips. Funny. Had Mylo always looked like a monster? If Powder’s drawings were anything to go by, maybe the answer was yes. 

A dissatisfied growl babbled behind Jinx’s ear. Swatting at it, she spun on her heels, gesturing to the crumbling shell of the arcade for Ekko. 

“Ta-da!” 

Pretty cool, right? 

Or, well, it would be. In a sec. Once she got the whole place working again. 

Blue eyes searched Ekko’s face for some shred of reward. Was he impressed? He recognised the gravity of this, right? This was HER space! Jinx’s! She didn’t have to share it with anyone, but she was sharing it with him. Just like the days he was so darn sappy about. There was so much to do here, they could stay here all night! This totally trumped all of Ekko’s other dumb hangout spots. 

“Betcha wish you’d let me choose sooner, huh?” Jinx teased, swinging her arms as she skipped over to a battered looking fuse box. Juuuuuust as she’d left it! It didn’t take long before the click of power came, followed by a flood of multi-coloured fluorescent lights from all corners. Arcade units beeped to life, followed by the loud bell of the boxing set-up, and more importantly, the music. A broad grin settled on Jinx’s lips at the noise.

“No one's here. We can be as loud as we want.”

Great.

Taking Ekko’s words as further permission, Jinx cranked up the volume. 

Did Ekko know that he got 90% more fun whenever he left the base?

Well, at least he was onboard. Heh. Like she’d have listened anyway! Where to start first? Bouncing on the balls of her feet to the music, Jinx hopped over to the shooting range, waving a tattooed arm for Ekko to follow. Oooooh she was the BEST at this game! There was no way Ekko could beat her. Only, the targets weren’t moving. Pouting, Jinx jumped over the barrier, looking for the trusty cable she’d connected countless times. The floorboards were slick with the residue of floodwater, eating into the mechanical gears- the part that made the whole game interesting. Oh. It was hard to hide the disappointment brewing on her face. This wasn’t exactly a ‘plug it in and you’re good to go’ situation. No fair! 

Talk about spoiling the grand reveal! Maybe she should have snuck out before this stupid trip to get everything ready. It was too late now. For a moment, Jinx’s brow furrowed before an idea that was just stupid enough made her smile again. From behind the shooting range, Jinx stood amongst the stationary sea of dummies, smirking. 

“Wanna play target practice?”

[honey-tongued-devil]

↞[arcane preference] with s/o wet due to rain↠

▶[Jayce, Viktor, Ekko, Marcus, Silco, Vander, Singed, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Mel, Sevika] with s/o wet due to rain (and a bit sad)

I know you missed me <3 I’ve almost finished the exams of this session, so I can write more! I’ve seen some authors join challenges where they write one scenario a day and I’d like to do something similar, in case you have prompt you can dm it to me!

(While I was writing it took a particular meaning, so I specify that in some points is the reader is a little sad/ melancholy)

↠No use of "y/n", gender neutral reader (no pronouns for the reader) ↠TW: fluff?, Sfw ↠Character/s: gn reader, Jayce, Viktor, Ekko, Marcus, Silco, Vander, Singed, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Mel, Sevika

↠If you have any requests, ask the devil.↞

【Jayce】

The rain doesn’t bother Jayce too much, at least when he’s the one getting soak to the bone.

But when you knock on the door of his dorm room, he casts his eyes in disbelief.

He pulls you into the room quickly, raising the temperature of the thermostat.

makes you sit and offers something warm as he goes to prepare the bath, putting clean towels and his clothes on hand.

If they’re too wide, it’s not a problem, he’ll just look away and shrug, his ears flushing. Clearly, his neurons stopped working on that view.

When you come back from the bathroom you find him busy preparing the bed by putting extra pillows and plaids.

will make you find food, no matter if it is junk food or vegetable broth arranged in that little time, the important thing is that you completely recover

"I thought if you’ve been out in the rain so long it’s because something didn’t go right and... uhm..."

obviously worried, but he won’t force you to talk about it. If you’ve actually just caught the downpour, he’ll give you a lecture about bringing always an umbrella and how health is important

If you actually have something upsetting you, he will just caress the back of your neck

will hold you close if you do not want to talk about it, so that you feel that you are not alone.

【Viktor】

You probably don’t even have to reach him. 

Both in the courtyard of the academy soaked to the bone, hair stuck to the face.

on the one hand you are two idiots, on the other the feeling of loneliness, the smell of petrichor, the rain that seems to wash away the problems relaxes you

You go back to the dorm together, arm in arm because of the slippery ground

I can’t really tell what’s the reason, but taken by an unjustified euphoria, mixed with the fact that no one sees you, you would even sing off-key some notes of "Loverboy" to Viktor, who would barely hold a giggle.

It is said that not all evils come to harm, and showering together is proof of this.

It doesn’t have to result in something more, it’s a simple way to replicate the feeling of raindrops on the skin without getting sick.

You enjoy a bit the feeling, a bit the intimacy that is created by gently passing your fingers in each other’s hair.

After the ritual shower you are together wrapped in blankets, talking about more and less with your eyes closed: the exams, the hextech, some embarrassing scene of Jayce happened in the day, up to fall asleep in that position

lulled by the sound of the storm, muffled by the closed glass

【Ekko】

He doesn’t love the rain, but in his defense it is both an obstacle when you move with the hoverboard, both the rain of zaun is so acidic to be almost corrosive.

The first instinct to see you come back to the firelights soaking wet would be to scold you: he is worried, he didn’t see you return to base, he had feared the worst.

Once he gets past the initial reaction, he’ll make fun of you. Look at you, you look like a drowned rat.

he would bring you a warm clothes change and approach you, rubbing the back of your head with a towel partly to remove water from your hair, partly to get a smile out of you.

a quick check to see if you got hurt, ready to medicate you in case, before getting told in detail what you were doing out there, if you saw or did something and how it went.

He would not be too apprehensive, the rain is annoying but it is the least.

But he’s empathetic enough to know if you’ve been taken aback by the sudden rain or if you needed to be alone with yourself.

"Ya know… if something goes wrong you can tell me ‘bout it, if not as a partner at least as a member of this community. We solve problems together. There is no "stupid" or "not serious" problem, if something hurts you"

He’s not one to talk too sentimental, but in these cases he prefers to put aside his character and remind you that you’re not alone

and that if you do not have an umbrella you can stand in two under the same

【Silco】

When you enter his office dripping wet, he looks up from the documents only to raise his brows, before looking back at the pieces of paper, waiting for an explanation.

He is not indifferent to the fact that you are shaking like a leaf, but in his gaze it’s implied a scolding: you should have repaired yourself or should not have gone out at all.

If you don’t feel like explaining yourself, Silco’d just sigh and put the documents in a desk drawer, getting up to go get a plaid hot enough to make you stop shaking.

But he doesn’t wrap you in it or give it to you directly, he walks instead to return sitting on his throne

He places the blanket in such a way that he wrap you when you go to sit on his lap, holding you. It is about respecting the spaces, if you want physical comfort you can hide in his arms, otherwise you can only take the blanket.

Plus, you can take your time.

he would turn on the gramophone, letting the low volume music fill the room.

He doesn’t talk, you already know everything you need to know. He gently runs his fingers through your wet hair until you fall asleep, wrapping you up better.

"Sometimes it’s good for us to carve out a corner of the world for ourselves, to be alone with our thoughts. But don’t overdo it, health is a precious gift." 

his lips whisper these words softly against your temple.

He does not mind the rain, the noise relaxes him, so would take advantage of it to stay for a while in intimacy tight in that position, lulled by the notes that fill the air and by the drops of water on the green window

【Marcus】

He wouldn’t really know how to act, he wouldn’t spontaneously do anything other than ask you explicitly if everything’s okay and what he can do.

He’s a simple man: if you tell him to get the tub ready, he does. If you tell him to make a seat for you at the table, he is already in the kitchen.

he’s not stupid, he just doesn’t know what you feel do to and what you don’t, so he shows his concern in helping you the exact way you need help.

If he has already eaten, he will still sit at the table with you, perhaps peeling a fruit while you are busy eating a hot meal.

And he is going to tell you about his day, about the child, about how the Kirammans are giving him white hair.

"You know Marcus, they kinda suit you well. White hair I mean"

He looks up at you before spreading his lips in an idiot smile that never fails to put you in a good mood

"Then I’ll be working overtime for that family. Double shift tomorrow, definitely."

Maybe he doesn’t have loud reactions or exaggerations, but that normality that permeates the room when you’re alone with him makes you feel safe.

When you start eating the fruit, he stands up and disappears into the bedroom.

You are going to find extra pillows and candles, just to create a small corner for you two

【Vander】

The sigh that comes out of his lips is worth more than a hundred words.

He makes you sit at the counter and prepares you a hot drink, something to warm you up with before he crosses his arms.

"So? You don’t have to tell me anything?" can be a little intimidating, but you know he’s just worried. You imagine that he waited for you with anxiety, that he is worried about you and how you feel.

He knows you’re grown and independent, but he still feels responsible for everything that happens in the lanes, and you also know for sure he was ready to blame himself if anything happened to you.

In case it was just a shower, a second sigh would follow, this time to lighten the chest.

he smiles at you tired but full of love. "One day you’ll scare me to death like this"

If you want to talk instead Vander is a great listener, would remain silent and would take some time to answer you, so that he actually looks for a solution or an adequate answer and not just being polite.

very apprehensive, he is the father of four children after all. Once he’s done cleaning the inn, he’ll carry you in his room, cuddling and covering you in attention.

Being in bed together, covered, while he hugs you from behind is the closest thing you can get to heaven

【Singed】

He wouldn’t be too worried, but you can’t blame him, he’s used to things worse than two drops of water.

He’d look up at you, moving his gaze away from his bakers and test tubes to make sure everything is okay, making room for you next to him.

"Something wrong?" the voice is hoarse and low, almost relaxing in its uniqueness.

he puts his vest on your back to cover you as much as possible to warm you up a bit and take off with his thumb a few drops of rain caught between your eyelashes

You know he’s working and he’s busy, and that attention he gives you while his hands are extracting the drug is enough to make you smile.

From time to time he caresses your cheek, while your head rests leaning against the work surface, with the back of his hand, as if to tell you that he is not ignoring you.

You take the opportunity to close your eyes and rest a bit, trying to focus on the noise of glass and the metal that gently clinks.

"Will you tell me about it?" 

After a while he stops and looks at you, devoting all his attention to you. 

He’s not a talkative man, but he’s a man of science. And when he puts everything on the table, leaning his back against the wall to be able to look at you better you know that he is expressing how important you are.

【Jinx】

perplexed, but amused

"awww, did you go for a walk in the rain?"

It is not a problem if you make the floor wet, but she gives you a signal to not to approach the stationary shovels that act as a bridge to avoid unpleasant accidents.

A lot of questions about why you were out, what the rain was like today, what it tasted like.

She feels enthusiastic even though her fingers are busy tightening bolts and attaching cables.

When you crouch on the sofa next to the creepy dummy, she turns to look at you, you can’t tell the expression, but she throws the device into the void, letting it explode as she approaches.

She doesn’t ask questions, she’s the first one who doesn’t know how to express what’s going on. Jinx just bends over so her face is lower than you, hands on her knees, and tilts her head as she looks into your eyes.

And she is so tender in that moment that you wish you could take a picture of it.

She takes old clothes or rags and sits on your lap, wiping your hair with a playful act, similar to what her sister did with her when they came back from a mission drenched to the bone.

You can’t help but smile as you see her concentrated expression, her incisors exposed by her lips and her tongue between her teeth

She is not good at words, her comfort is physical contact. She would remain embraced by you playing carelessly with your clothes

【Vi】

If it’s her standing in the rain, there’s no problem. She also enjoys the feeling of the rain on her skin as if it could wash away all the guilt she has taken.

But the moment you’re soaking wet, the situation changes.

Vi takes off her leather jacket to put it on your head while you run for shelter, and j

keeps an eye on you, ready to support you if you lose your balance because of the wet roads.

found a shelter keeps you to herself, makes you lean with the head on her shoulder and carelessly stokes your waist

from time to time she takes your hands between of hers and blows on them to warm them up, waiting for the rain to diminish before going home.

holds you closer to herself when she hears thunder or the light of lightning fills the shelter, an instinct that has not lost and probably will never lose.

Once you’re home, she’ll make you undress immediately to wash your clothes, no matter how much you try to reassure her that you’re okay or that you don’t need to, she’ll just give you a scolding look before continuing.

She’s a hundred percent quiet type to cuddle in bed while the storm is raging outside. 

If you’re afraid she holds you, falling asleep holding your hand

【Sevika】

She is the first to come home always wet or dirty, so she probably wouldn’t even notice

but as soon as he sees the clothes sticking to your skin she frowns perplexed 

"Did you want to take a shower?"

She throws you a towel or something with which you can take the damp off you while she carries an ashtray, two glasses and a bottle of liquor on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

She comes from an environment where you cannot be weak in any way, and everything that is not about something concrete is out of her reach

Sevika sits down and makes room for you on the sofa.

If you’ve just been caught unprepared by the bad weather you drink and talk about more and less, while a hand on your thigh rubs it loosely.

But if something bothers you, she won’t force you to talk about it. Silence isn’t awkward, it’s just an intimate way of communicating.

And if the alcohol makes you want to tell her what’s wrong she will listen to you in religious silence staring at the amber liquid in the glass; she does not touch neither cigarettes nor liquor until you are finished

bonus: if you tell her that someone has wronged you, don’t worry that the rain will not stop her from getting up immediately to go and... “talk to them”.

【Mel】

As soon as you show up wet as a drowned rat, she call off the servants, telling them to prepare a hot bath, dinner and the bedroom.

You see her thinning her eyes and crossing her arms to her chest, looking like she’s waiting for an explanation.

It’s not as hard as it may seem, in her work she learned that you have to first assess the situation well and then act accordingly, 

for this reason she wants to understand if it was just carelessness (and turn a homicidal look that will make you burst out laughing because you know that she behaves like this because she loves you)

or if there was a problem.

You see her play imperceptibly with her ring, she knows she can always be little present and the fear of making you feel neglected or not enough consumes her, but she cannot show it or say it explicitly.

It must be said that he is not a person who accepts not receiving answers, if Mel understands that you do not want to talk about what happened she softens the tone approaching, a hand on your cheek precedes her lips, her warm breath on your skin.

She’d find a way to get you to talk, more than out of curiosity because she needs to know if it’s a problem she can solve it.

she would feel guilty anyway, because she did not notice before the fact that you were having troubles, regardless of whether the problem concerns her or not

[cyan-skulls-writing]

Arcane Characters + Washing Each Others’ Hair

sfw go nuts

With: Viktor, Jayce, Silco, Vander, Ekko, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Sevika, Mel

gender/body neutral, I tried to write this race neutral, please let me know if there’s anything funky in here

It’s hard to get Viktor to relax. He’s always working, always trying to improve in the name of progress, you worry for him. That’s why you’ve dragged him into the tub, back and leg brace removed, work set aside for an hour or so as you lovingly wash each others’ hair. He has very talented hands, his long fingers massage your scalp perfectly.

“I will admit I, eh, should probably work less. If this is what I get for taking a break, I certainly could be convinced to rest more…”

Jayce is actually the one who arranges the bath. He feels bad for being gone all the time, between the Hextech and his position on the Council he doesn’t spend very much time with you. You knew that going into this relationship, but he still feels bad. When you come home with groceries that night, he has you leave them on the counter and takes you into the bath. This is as much relaxation as apology, for him.

“Do you like this shampoo? I thought you would, it smells good, right? Here, lean your head back for me.”

You and Silco do this on mutual bad days. When you’ve had a frustrating day running Zaun and dealing drugs, you collapse into the tub together to wash the day away. He spends a long time rubbing in the shampoo, enjoying the feeling of your hair under his fingers. He acts with surprising tenderness, this is one of the few times he can fully relax and be vulnerable with you.

“Here, come here. Just… sit with me for a while. I trust you won’t try to drown me?”

Vander is sort of too big for your tub, and you certainly don’t fit well in it together, so you have to sit in his lap, because he wants to bathe with you and wash your hair and he will not hear otherwise. It’s a nice break format he kids, at least. For some reason, he loves washing your hair but is shy about you reciprocating, he has trouble accepting care form others.

“Ah, darl, you don’t have to— ah, that is nice. No, no, you can. Ha, thank you, bird.”

Ekko doesn’t wash his hair often, although you often care for his locs; if he ever takes them out for a bit he always asks for your help with detoxing, washing and restyling his hair. Of course he loves to help in your hair care too, it’s a little ritual for you two. But these moments, sitting in a hot bath with his hair loose, just enjoying the closeness are very special.

“Thanks for helping me with this, honey. You feel like helping me put the braids in? Later, though, I’m comfortable.”

You often forget how much fucking hair Jinx actually has. It’s always braided, so you forget that it actually reaches the floor when it’s loose. It surrounds you in the bath, floating around you like a blue cloud. It’s a bit of an ordeal washing it, so she greatly appreciates your help with it. She’ll wash your hair while you’re working on hers, she likes to scratch your scalp.

“You’re so sweet to me, trinket. Do you think we need more bubbles? I say we do.”

Vi is unused to having the luxury of a bath over a quick shower, so she finds this all very luxurious. Even if it’s just a tub full of hot water and some soap, having the time to spend with you, exchanging tender touches, she isn’t used to this. She may or may not fall asleep in the bath while you’re washing her hair, if she’s had a busy day.

“Hm? Ah, shit, sorry cupcake. Didn’t mean to pass out on you. Eugh, I’m all pruny. Let’s go cuddle somewhere drier.”

You and Caitlyn do this every night, as a sort of ritual. You’ll come home from your respective jobs stressed and tired, but you always have time for a hot bath. It’s how you unwind, spending time together, washing each other’s hair, chatting about your days, it’s a very calming part of your day. It helps you both to separate work form home— and cuddle, of course.

“How was your day, love? Ah, that does sound annoying, I’m sorry. Well, we’re here now, right?”

Sevika doesn’t actually like baths that much, they mess with her arm and she gets impatient just sitting around. She’d rather have a quick shower and cuddle you in bed, but she can appreciate the hot water on her sore muscles and your hands running through her hair. She will playfully noogie you when she washes yours, though, expect no mercy from her.

“What? You asked me to wash your hair! Hey, don’t take that tone with me, mouse. I’ll start splashing.”

Mel goes all out for when you bathe together. It’s a whole event, rose petals, bath salts, candles, fancy soaps, wine, the whole nine yards. She has a super intense hair care routine to keep her curls Immaculate and she greatly enjoys when you help her with it. She likes to read to you while you put in all her hair oils and leave-in-conditioners after you’re out of the bath.

“How’s the wine darling? Good? I’m glad. Yes, I thought after the week we’ve had we deserve a little reward, yes?”

[demacianhcart]

The she-dragon turned around, facing Ekko. She was no stranger to trouble in the streets of Zaun so of course she was ready for a fight if the boy wanted to pick one. Once he mentioned shimmer, her face showed pure disgust. Who would even want some of that crap? All it did was numb the senses in the worse way possible, the way it glittered was unatural and hurtful even.

"Obviously not, I don't need to depent on substances to handle my problems. If you want a demonstration I'll be more than glad to give you one, boy." Shyvana replied, a growl on her throat. She hated having to fight in the city, there was never enough space for her as she was used to the outside and Zaun was not exactly too dragon friendly. At least not without risking taking a bath in chemical substances.

"But if you want to keep that pretty face of yours unmelted I sugest you get out of my way."

Ekko had always kept watch of shipments that came to and from Zaun. That meant he was aware if any of the cargo was something he needed to be concerned about, namely the endless shimmer shipments that the Firelights always interrupted. Every single one ruined. This also included street deals that Ekko usually personally sabotaged.

That's why he was following the stranger. A face he'd seen only a handful of times, but he didn't trust her. However, he quickly noticed that she caught wind of him. She was far more perceptive than most. He owed her at least a chance, then.

"If you're here to buy or sell shimmer, you might as well leave now." His voice was thankfully masked by owl shaped mask on his face as he was ready to for a fight any second now. "It's bad enough already without any assistance from outsiders."

[snowberry33]

Stamina & Grace

Ekko/Jinx -- 4712 words

Warnings/tags: explicit smut, minor allusions to abuse, drug use, and toxic relationships, hurt/comfort

Something I wrote for a Tattoo AU made by Grim (@girlshapedmnstr) on Twitter!! After ending a rocky and volatile relationship with Kayn, Jinx runs to her best friend who she's been having entirely unsuspicious tension and on-and-off fights with about her being with another guy. They make up and make out...and more. (Because of course they do.)

Canon discrepancies that aren't explicitly clear in this fic: -- Ekko & Kayn are tattoo artists and sorta rivals (Jinx got her tattoos from Kayn) -- Jinx used to live in Piltover -- Jinx uses shimmer along with Kayn (Ekko does not like this. Obviously)

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Jinx shows up on Ekko's doorstep far into one rainy night; he can't remember the time, he just knows that most of the lights are off and he's already locked up the place, but he's not hesitant to undo his work when he hears frantic rapping on the worn, trembling door. Though he can only see her silhouette through the stained glass, he recognizes the tap of her hands; lightweight, but strong, purposeful.

When he opens the door, the silhouette fills out to a shaking, sobbing Jinx, shining purple-pink tears drawing tracks of eyeliner and mascara down her pale face. The awning above the shop's door shields her from the downpour to no avail, as she's already soaked from whatever journey she's taken to get here. But Ekko doesn't care; he pulls her in the moment she looks up at him, wraps her safe in his arms and lets her sob it all out—the shimmer, the cold of the night, and all the things she came to pour out into him.

Jinx doesn't tell him anything that night—not with her words, at least, but rather the way her fingers claw at him, desperate for something to hold her onto solid ground, and how she nuzzles into the crook of his neck for some trace of warmth, of familiarity.

When she finds the will to walk again, Ekko takes her down to the Firelights' base, gets her some proper TLC. Which, of course, includes snuggling up in his bed, pressed together under his covers—too close for comfort for anyone but them, and certainly for Jinx's tatted up, jacked, and mildly murderous boyfriend who happens to rival Ekko's business.

That is, her boyfriend until the night she showed up at her childhood best friend's door and spent the night in his bedroom. 

He'll take that well, sure.

In the morning, after she's taken advantage of Ekko's warm water to wash off the dirt and grime and whatever else of the previous night, she sits on his bed to watch him work; silent with her voice, but the weight of her stare distracting him like the persistent hum of an engine. It's then that he gets the chance to look at her—to really look at her, when she's fresh out of the shower and couldn't be bothered to put clothes on before hovering over Ekko’s shoulder, in that very distinct 'Jinx' way she does. A thick bath towel protects her decency, but leaves a window open to the dents and scratches littering the protective coating that is her skin. The stains of the shimmer and the memories that she can’t wash off in full view without the clutter of gaudy clothing or paint splotches or gunpowder to distract.

Ekko takes it in thoughtfully, the display; shrapnel scars and dark purple veins peeking through their pale, thin shield. But it’s the red trails down her sides and the barely faded bruises that catch his attention, and sparks the question; “Did he… hurt you?”

Jinx looks up, shifts a bit—processing. 

“No. No, he doesn’t hurt me, he’s just… You know…” she pauses, waves her hands around incomprehensively. “Kayn.”

Her shoulders fall as it seems she’s lost her vocabulary, and she shrugs the question and all its implications off as she looks curiously and nonchalantly around his room, like the extensive injury on her body is nothing more than another petty inconvenience. He’s not amused when she meets his eyes again. “What?”

“I’m worried about you, Pow, I—”

“I told you to stop calling me that.”

“I know,” Ekko says, immediate regret falling upon him with a heavy sigh. “I know. I’m sorry, I just…”

He hesitates for a moment, long enough for a thick tension to settle in the air between them—the lingering tension from the weeks prior that’d stuck to them and tracked its way in like mud from the rain outside.

“I can handle myself, you know. I don’t need you to come to my rescue.” Jinx breaks the silence for him, an undeniable venom in her voice. 

Ekko reacts to that, but catches himself before he can shoot back that she was the one who showed up banging on his door in the middle of the night after running from her ex. “I know, I know, but fuck, I care about you, Powder, is that a crime—?

“I said stop it.” she growls—and really growls this time; the last warning a feral dog gives before it bites. 

That seems to do the trick, as another long pause drags out between them. Slowly, carefully, Ekko moves from his desk and sits beside her on the bed. Jinx watches him the entire time, as if any sudden movement he makes poses a threat, but she does nothing—just stares.

“I don’t wanna be like this,” he starts. Jinx looks him up and down, releases some of the tension in her shoulders. “Look, I’m sorry, really—about everything, I just… it’s been a long time. Things change. Still going through the growing pains, y’know?”  

Jinx is quiet. Ekko worries that maybe he’s said something wrong, that she’ll huff at him and tug her clothes back on and walk out the door. But it seems to be an irrational fear as she gives a forced smile. 

“We’ve both changed. I get it.” she says, all too vulnerable for a few seconds before her smile turns playful, the Powder—Jinx—that he’s had to grow used to since she’s been back. Her hand creeps onto his knee and pulls her forward. Ekko’s heart skips a beat for a second, and she clicks her tongue. “You’re taller than me now,”

They both laugh at that, melding into the familiar playfulness that comes so easily to them. Ekko notices how she bites her lip when she giggles, and just as he thinks his gaze has been lingering there too long, his eyes have fluttered shut and Jinx's mouth is on his. On instinct, he reaches out to grab her face, and she moans, the smooth skin of her arms looping around his neck as she deepens the kiss. She tastes like sugar and smells clean from the shower, and Ekko can feel the warmth of her breath from the soft pants on his lips. 

It's been so long, so many nights daydreaming about what she tastes like, what it feels like to have his hands grace her skin—and seething that someone else took that away from him—that he's too caught up wondering if all of this is even real to notice when they shift positions and Jinx is on his lap, bare thighs settled on either side of his, smooth against the fabric of his pants. Until he realizes that he's getting hard, and fuck , she's grinding on him, slow and purposeful circles against his growing erection as she pushes her body into his and her tongue into his mouth. 

The friction makes Ekko groan, which she seems to take as approval as she continues her motions and whines softly into his mouth. He places his hands on her hips—to stop her or encourage her, he hasn't decided. They shouldn't do this. They can not do this. He knows that—she's just broken up with her boyfriend; she's vulnerable, and he's probably pissed—and yet the sugar on her lips is the sweetest poison he's ever tasted, her skin like polished marble under his fingertips practically magnetic to his touch. And the way she whimpers as she grinds down on him, the heat of her cunt seeping through his pants, no doubt leaving a wet spot on the fabric now—fuck, fuck, fuck. This is wrong.

"Jinx... Jinx, what—" he starts once he gets a breath of fresh air, cut off by another low moan when Jinx leans down to suck on his neck instead. "What—what are we doing?"

Bewildered, she slows the motion of her hips to a stop and removes her lips from his neck. Her brow furrows, eyes darting down to Ekko's lap where her naked pelvis sits comfortably atop of his bulge. "...What's it look like?"

"Well, it looks like you're trying to fuck me," Ekko huffs out a breath of laughter and immediately feels the dread sink in when Jinx shifts in his lap. The towel has long since fallen down her shoulders and left her chest partially exposed, but she tugs at it idly at the prospect of rejection.

"You don't want this?"

Her voice is firm enough—she's being practical, polite—but it wavers with confusion and thinly veiled dejection, and Ekko knows what she's really thinking; you don't want me.

"I—" Yes, I do. I want this. I want you. So badly it hurts. "Don't think it's a good idea."

Her skeptical gaze narrows into his, searching him for a bit. Then it clicks. "Kayn,"

"Kayn." Ekko repeats with a heavy sigh.

A sick smile spreads across Jinx's face, a familiar one of amusement that he recognizes from their childhood. He dreads what's about to come out of her mouth but finds relief in seeing her smile, if only for a second, before she buries herself in the crook of his neck.

"You're jealous!" she purrs, warm breath and gentle giggles against his skin. Before he can even protest her accusation, she's in his face again, staring him down with those big blue eyes and lips donned in mischief, dripping mockery. "What's the matter? You worried you won't measure up?"

She puts a notable strain on the phrase as she rolls her hips, drawing a harsh wince from Ekko that melts into defeated laughter. 

"I dunno, seems pretty promising," Jinx chuckles, low and husky against his lips before she captures them in hers again. 

Ekko puts a hand on her face and pulls her away before they can get caught up again. As much as he wants to let himself lose himself in her, in her taste, in her scent, in between her legs—focus—there's still a problem. "I'm worried,"

She smiles with a soft, amused hum, and cradles his face in her hands. Ekko finds himself leaning into her palm when she runs a thumb over his cheekbone, draws it down to his lips. "Aww... you're chicken." 

"Worried for you ." Ekko pulls her hand down, but keeps it in his grip, weaves his fingers with hers. "He'll be pissed; he probably already is. If he takes it out on you—"

"I'm a big girl, Ekko," Jinx cuts him off, sharp and forceful, like a guillotine. In that way she does when she's clearly tiring of his shit. But the hostility melts when she leans down and presses a ghost of a kiss to his lips, replaced by something he can't quite place but raises hairs on his neck when she whispers; "Stop talking about Kayn. I don't want him—I want you."

Ekko's breath hitches as she pulls his lip between her teeth—not hard enough to draw blood, but he doesn't doubt her willingness to. "You're sure? ...You want this, like, really?"

Her answer comes as a deep breath, soft giggles, and a teasingly slow buck against the bulge still painfully prevalent in his cargo pants—he takes that as a yes. Hands clamping down on her hips to guide her motions, Ekko lets instinct take over and indulges; breathing in the scent of her shampoo, letting his hands roam Jinx's back once she's got a steady rhythm of rocking in his lap, and most importantly, absorbing the sound of her moans and pants. The pretty song of her pleasure that only increases in volume as she grows needier and needier, pressing herself into him and whining into his neck. A wordless plea.

"Here, let me—" Ekko says through the haze, right before scooping her up by her thighs and letting her fall back on the bed as he kneels between her spread legs. The towel splays out behind her, now completely useless as she lays exposed to him like she's on display.

And gods, what a display. 

With pretty perky tits that he can fit in his palm, blue swirls of ink along her curves and over her hipbone, where under lies a patch of curls surrounding what he's only got a sparse glimpse of when it pressed against his erection.

\With all the scars, the scratches, shimmered veins, bruises, and every little mark and signature that makes her… her—what makes her Jinx. And Jinx is... 

Gods, she's perfect.

And Ekko wants to make sure she knows that.

Once he thinks she's getting bored with his ogling he descends on her, pinning her with his body as he subjects her to a relentless string of kisses from her lips, along her neck, her collarbone, and down to her chest where he takes one of her pierced nipples in his mouth, curling his tongue around the tiny barbell. She gasps into a shaky, sighing moan as her hand makes it into Ekko's hair and curls around his locs. One hand goes to tease her other nipple while the other trails down her side, slowly, dragging it out til he reaches her thighs and slides between them. With a pleading whine and a roll of her hips against his hand as affirmation, he slowly runs his fingers along her folds, only lightly brushing her clit but earning a nice sharp inhale every time he does.

He detaches from her nipple just to see the look on her face—her half-lidded eyes glazed with a look of need that he's never seen from her before, but makes it a priority to see more of; her lips pointed down into a pout that asks why he's stopped, pleading for more, for him to touch her, fuck her, please her—and to see the noticeable twist in pleasure when he rubs her clit more pointedly, in quick but precise circles to make her writhe under him.

"You're stunning, you know," Ekko says in a low growl, lips brushing her neck where he plants a few gentle kisses and then trails up to her ear. He doesn't quite know where the words come from, but sweet talking seems to come naturally, and definitely gets her worked up—something that awakens a competitive streak in him. "Did he ever tell you that? How gorgeous you are?"

Jinx doesn't answer him with words, but with laughter that melds into a long whine as she throws her head back into the mattress. All attempts at a response lost to the pants and moans spilling from her throat, she only musters up the word 'please', and when that proves ineffective, she clamps her hand around Ekko's wrist and moves it down to where his fingers grace her entrance. He pauses at the interruption, but the message gets across. With the lustful look in her eyes his confirmation, he slides a finger inside her, then two, and works up to a steady pace of finger fucking her that makes her back arch as she cries out to the heavens and rolls her hips into his hand to meet his movements.

It's fucking mesmerizing, watching her in the throes of ecstasy, sanctifying his sheets with the sweat rolling off her bare skin. Makes him wonder who could ever take such a sight for granted, should she choose to give them that privilege. He realizes in that moment that no, he's not worried about "measuring up" to Kayn; he wants to outdo him; fuck her better and with the passion of 7 years of unspoken love that he can never take advantage of her giving herself to him again and he can seethe about how he never loved her right to really earn her.

He's so focused on squeezing every bit of pleasure out of her that when she clenches around his fingers, he only pushes in harder and uses his other hand to hold her steady as she thrashes about, pale knuckles curled tightly around the sheets. 

Voice strained and desperate, Jinx murmurs under her breath; "Ekko—Ekko, please—please, I'm gonna, I'm gonna cum—"

"Good, good..." he coos, dipping into her neck to get the most from her pretty sounds and litter her skin with his kisses, hoping to replace the bruises from the night before and give her some that she can be proud of. "Come on, baby. Cum for me, beautiful."

All it takes is a bit more force—one more push against the sweet little spot inside of her—for her to fall apart with a resounding cry and collapse shaking on the mattress. Ekko slows his movements, letting her ride out the high until it seems like she's spent, and then pulls his fingers out of her, now covered in the creamy white fluid of her arousal. There's still the towel, but when she reaches out to caress his face, dazed and blissful, he decides to clean it off with his tongue instead—make a show of it for her. 

That makes her erupt in joyous giggles as she pulls his face down to meet hers. He can't gauge her reaction to the taste of herself on his tongue, but he hopes it isn't too unpleasant as he follows her lead into more messy, needy kisses. 

"Figured you'd be good with your hands, but I didn't know you were that good," Jinx quips as soon as she breaks away from him.

Ekko huffs in amusement, burying his head in the crook of her neck while her hands tread his hair. "C'mon, don't placate me."

"I'm serious!" she laughs—not just mischievous or mocking chuckles, but pure, untainted laughter—as she gives him a little slap on the arm. It's not visible, but the lilt of her voice gives away the smirk on her face so clearly Ekko can picture it in his head. "You know, making me cum like that is deserving of a reward."

"Oh, yeah?" 

Her smugness is, apparently, contagious, as he smiles against her neck and then lifts his head up to see just the smirk he was expecting—like déjà vu—with her bottom lip curled under her teeth as she looks him up and down.

"Mm, yeah," is all she says before she goes in for the kill. As soon as she's got his lips trapped in hers, she's all hands; reaching under his shirt, feeling every inch of warmth his skin offers, and sliding over his crotch to bring to attention the fact that he's still painfully hard—watching the girl of your dreams cum all over your fingers will do that to you.

Luckily for him, she makes quick work of his belt and uses the advantage of him being distracted to switch their positions so that she's hovering over him, hand down his pants and lips still interlocked. Until he finds the room to groan at the touch that he's been holding out on himself—slim fingers gently running up and down his cock—and gives her a chance to make fun of him.

And she does, of course. Not too brutally, but with something like a pitying chuckle as she watches him struggle to keep his composure. "Jeez. Excited, much?"

He doesn't have the strength to quip back before she's pulling his shorts down, taking his boxers with them, and leaning between his legs, lips dangerously close to his tip.

Instead of what he shamefully admits he wants her to do, she wraps a hand around his cock experimentally, glances up and down like she's looking for something, and then lets a sly grin spread across her face when it seems she's satisfied with the results of her inspection.

Slowly, hand still wrapped around him, she meets his eye level, and something in her stare is absolutely terrifying in the most intriguing way that only she can achieve. The voice that comes out of her mouth is low, a level of sultry he didn't know she was capable of, and makes him feel things in all the right places. 

"How long have you been waiting for this?"

It's a simple question. One that shouldn't make him as dizzy as it does, but pinned under Jinx's stare, it feels damning, and he can't come up with an answer to save his life.

She rephrases—"How long have you wanted to fuck me?"

This time, the question comes with a slow drag down to the base of his cock that makes him shudder. Slumped against the headboard of his bed, helpless against her interrogation, he meets her eyes.

"How long have you been back in town?" 

That seems to be the correct answer, as she gives a coy giggle and pushes his legs apart. She settles comfortably atop his thigh, nuzzling into his side as she strokes him, starting with gentle rubbing with her fingertips—testing the waters, tease him a bit, drink in the soft, needy growls in the back of his throat—and eventually taking the whole thing in her hand. Her pumps are slow and gentle, yet firm, and speed up just a bit as pre-cum leaks from his tip to lubricate her movements.

"You must've hated it." Jinx starts in a whisper, raising hairs on Ekko's neck. He's too hazed to ask what she's talking about, but she clarifies for him; "Seeing me with someone else, wanting me all that time."

Right. That. The bitter, angry part of himself that he always pushed down, but always came bubbling back to the surface. The part that hated how much they'd grown apart over the years, how different they'd both become, and channeled the hurt into spite. The one that he'd let slip only moments ago when he'd taken a hit at her ex, and maybe, unintentionally, at her for dating him. It's only fair she'd turn that stunt back around on him.

Yeah, it sucked to see her tangled up in this guy who she barely knew when Ekko was standing right there and she couldn't see how much it hurt to be snubbed while he watched her get worse, collecting scars and scratches and drowning the natural blue in her eyes with that vile substance. 

But neither of them wants to think about that now. When she describes it—with her lips against his ear, warm skin against skin, and her hand carefully drawing him closer to climax, but not too close—she leaves out all the anger, the fights, the nasty words thrown back and forth, and shines a light on the parts neither of them spoke about. The blind spots, the shameful moments alone in the dark. And her voice in that godforsaken tone makes them sound absolutely filthy.

"You wished it was you, huh? Every time you saw us? I know you did—I saw you too. Part of me made sure you did, to piss you off." she continues speaking over Ekko's husky moans and sighs, not even waiting for an answer. He knows she doesn't want one. It's all rhetorical, all part of her little game to get him riled up and he'll be damned if it isn't working. "You get off to that, imagining yourself in his place? Touched yourself thinking about it? About taking me from him?"

If her voice in his ear wasn't enough, reverberating through his body and raising pinpricks on his skin, Jinx rolls her hips, still so wet and warm as Ekko can now feel with her pressed against his bare thigh. There's a pause in her sinful rambling where she takes a sharp turn in her demeanor, only for a second, as she grabs his chin to face her, and he takes a moment to realize she wants an answer this time. It comes as a simple nod and a stuttered, barely audible 'yeah' which, upon hearing, she drops the tough act. She runs her hand over his cheek and into his hair.

"It's okay, me too," she goes on, now with her forehead pressed to his and slowly grinding against his thigh, gracing his lips every once in a while but never sealing the deal. "It feels dirty, right? Like you're doing something wrong? I tried not to—not to think about you but I just couldn't help it. Even when he was fucking me sometimes, I'd imagine it was you instead."

That hits a nerve somewhere inside of him, something twisted and spiteful that he knows he shouldn't indulge in, but fuck, it feels so good. She feels so good with her hand working him just right, getting herself off on him, and reciting sickly sweet nothings like some kind of erotic poet. He swears to every god he can think of that it's the hottest thing he's ever witnessed. 

"Holy shit, Jinx," he strains, now having to put a bit more effort into holding himself up on his elbows as she picks up the pace on his cock.

"Yeah?" she presses her lips against his neck, panting hot on his skin. "Are you gonna cum?"

"I—fuck, yes—I'm so close—"

"Do it inside me." 

She says it with no hesitation and so fast that Ekko almost doesn't hear her, and he runs through the thought process of actually registering what she's just said and how it's incredibly sexy and they definitely can't do that, but they're already here and she's already slowed down, and he's about to cum and wants to fuck her so badly and—

Without thinking about it, he pulls her into his lap again, positioning her right over his dick, but pauses. They lock eyes for a second, both panting and sweating and desperate for each other, and it's like something's clicked. Something that's been dormant for so long that neither of them can really place it, but it's overwhelming, drawing their lips together as Ekko helps Jinx take every inch of him inside her. And it lingers as they thrust and grind together and as Jinx clings to his hair and stifles her sounds in his neck, and as her warmth clenches around Ekko's cock and overcomes him and he releases inside of her and they finally collapse, damp and breathless, together as one for a few blissful moments.

It takes a while to recover, and in the meantime, it's quiet. Just the two of them in the aftermath, basking in the inimitable glory of it all. Jinx's loose hair falls over her shoulders and splays out over her chest, sparsely covering her nipples—not that she's keen to. She almost falls asleep on Ekko's lap before he nudges her a bit, drawing out a soft "hm?"

"I... You know I love you, right?" he says, pushing some of her hair out of her face to get a glimpse of those blue eyes that make him so weak for her. "I mean it. I don't know why it took so long to say it, but I do."

Jinx cracks a smile, wraps her arms around him like a koala bear and simply giggles, lighthearted and airy. "You're so stupid,"

A pause—she’s quiet again. Then she pipes up.

“I love you too,”

It’s small, murmured in the crook of his neck, but that’s how he knows she means it; she doesn’t say these things lightly. Ekko breathes in deep with the affirmation he didn’t know he’d been seeking for so long. He clutches her close like she’ll slip out of his hands and fall away if he lets go, runs his hand over her arm, feeling the curve of her muscles.

“Do you wanna stay here for a bit?” he asks. She nods wordlessly, and Ekko gets the impression he doesn’t have a choice anyway as he notices her soft snores.

With the rain outside settled down from last night’s storm but still notably present, and Jinx nestled in his arms with her smooth skin against his, he feels an almost unsettlingly unfamiliar sense of peace wash over him. But it doesn’t raise suspicion. He doesn’t feel the need to check the locks on his doors or windows, and only one prevalent thought occurs to him;

Yeah, he could get used to this. 

[crypticpaw]

Vi and Caitlyn's Disastrous Wonderful Wedding

Just a bunch of fluff and crack I put together but got too lazy to turn into an actual fic! If you want to write a proper story based on any of these, feel free to, just tag me so I can see it! This is pretty long and all over the place because I have no idea of how a wedding is supposed to go. Feel free to add anything if you want to!

Jinx and Vi got into a screaming match when Caitlyn first popped the question, but they talked it out and Cait managed to buy Jinx's blessings with ice cream.

Caitlyn had to physically fight Cassandra from having any saying over anything about the ceremony. If it depended on her, she would have invited the entirety of Piltover while the brides just wanted a small party with family and close friends.

Vi got an awesome white tuxedo with a bright red vest, and Caitlyn got a beautiful goth black gown. Jinx, somehow, got a hold of their clothes and doodled all over them.

The ceremony would be held at a public park near the event venue they rented, which meant Warwick got to play guard dog and shoo away any unwanted guests or paparazi. He loved it.

Lux and Jinx were left in charge of making the invites, drawing/writing them all by hand and delivering them themselves.

Tobias made their cake and all the sweets they would need with the help of a hired crew. Yes, there were cupcakes.

All of the Firelights were invited, even the kids, and Ekko rehearsed a whole choreography for when they arrived on their Hoverboards.

Mel helped them with shopping for the clothes, decoration and flowers since neither Vi nor Caitlyn had a good eye for these kinds of things.

Jayce and Viktor got matching suits and Mel got a beautiful golden dress. Ekko also pulled a ragged suit together Zaun-style and doodled all over it. Lux got a lovely yellow and white dress, and Jinx just put Silco's coat over her normal clothes and called it good.

Everyone also managed an afternoon to give Warwick a bath and pull together a big enough bowtie for him.

The preparations were very stressful for the both of them, but they managed to overcome it all together, as they always do.

Cassandra almost passed out when she heard about all of this.

Caitlyn and Vi just had one bachelorette party together at the Last Drop and it was awesome.

Heimerdinger was the officiant. Lux was the flowergirl. Jayce, Viktor and Ekko were the bridesman and Mel was the bridesmaid. Jinx was the ringbearer.

On the day of the ceremony, both Vi and Caitlyn got really cold feet. It didn't help that they hadn't seen each other all day. Cassandra and Tobias managed to comfort Cait and Vi snapped out of it after Jinx gave her a "Get Your Shit Together" speech.

Vi started crying while saying her vows which made Caitlyn cry. They were happy tears, but it still got them a loud "GET ON WITH IT, ALREADY!" from Jinx.

They finally exchanged their rings and kissed. Everyone cheered. Warwick gave a long, loud howl of celebration. Lux made them a magic light show and Jinx set off the fireworks she had made just for that day.

Both Caitlyn and Vi had made it very clear they didn't want cake shoved in each other's face. Jinx found this absolutely outrageous and demanded Lux shoved cake in her face at least three times.

She didn't even need a plate, she just ate the bits of cake on her face and clothes.

Jayce and Viktor got drunk out of their minds and Mel had to guide them around by their hands like two out-of control-toddlers.

Tobias danced with both Cait and Vi at the Daddy-Daughter dance because Warwick made the ground shake when he walked. Jinx felt bad for him and they danced together instead. Everybody was holding on for dear life.

At one point, Ekko and Jinx got into a fistfight and Lux had to separate and scold them both, loudly, for a good ten minutes or so.

Vi and Caitlyn couldn't keep their eyes (and hands) off each other the whole time. They left to the bridal suite a little after 9pm while the ceremony went on a good while after midnight.

It was a wonderful day for the both of them and everybody left with great photos and memories of it.

The newly weds spent their Honeymoon at Caitlyn's parent's summer cabin for a week or so. Jinx and Lux went along with them, mainly because the younger girls couldn't be trusted around the house unsupervised.