#the saviors x reader

[gatorbites-imagines]

*crawls* conquest forcing you a young spry guy to breed him out of nowhere when you were just off doing business and now you have a litter of pups and he still riding you until you turn into those dry ass tops *runs*

I love old men...

Hero reader and conquest hmm... 

Conquest putting reader in the amazonian position hmm.... 

Like, reader isn't even one of the big heroes, like he hasn't even been asked to join a team, but he's strong enough to land a punch on conquest during a fight. He would have been able to land more, if he hadn't been so distracted. Conquest is just so fucking hot, how could he not be hard the entire time? 

Conquest crushing the reader against the ground, ready to crush his skull, only for his brows to furrow, nose to flare and a crooked feral grin stretching on to his lips. “Very well, worm. I will admit your proposition is tempting, for such a weakling” cuz viltrumites fight as foreplay. 

Reader gets fucked with a concussion and dude doesn't even care, hands gripping Conquests legs and hands, eyes rolling and back arching. Conquest doesn't have the most experience, but god, having such a heavy muscular guy slamming down on his dick and aching hips is more than enough. 

Conquest laughing and mocking the reader for only being able to “spill your seed” once, and that he should “prove your worth, worm”. Viltrumite, conquestussy level milking and overstimulation. I know that viltrumite hole is lethal, especially for a normal hero like the reader. 

Reader ends up saving earth cuz Conquests spends his time riding dick and milking him dry, instead of destroying invincible and the planet. Give this guy a medal. 

Conquest gripping the readers chin and telling him he will be back when all it said and done, and that reader will become acceptable with time. This is just the viltrumite speaking, he really enjoyed himself. Plus, reader looks cute sobbing with pleasure and overstimulation. 

After Conquest leaves, reader is just limp, sucked completely dry, and he swears his hips have to be broken. Savior of the planet, laying in the hospital bed in the GDA, with his hips in a cast, covered in bruises and a neck brace. “It was all worth it” he says, thinking about that big heavy guy sitting on his face. 

Mark pulling up, unaware of what the reader actually did to “defeat” Conquest to thank him. And readers still dehydrated, exhausted and seeing double from how good and intense it was. “yeah... no worries man... he can come back if he wants, I can take him” reader slurs. And mark thinks “in a fight, he means”. Yeah... not in a fight. 

[shiny-jr]

I’ve just had a vision, what if a yan (e.g riddle or vil because they are most princess-ish) was a trapped in a castle away like in one of those stereotypical fairy tales and the reader decides to save them because they are a ‘damsel in distress’ and reader is like a hero… only to realise there is a reason why they were locked away (because they were batshit crazy)

Warning: Yandere. Gender-neutral reader.

Characters: Vil Schoenheit.

Summary: You are a thief with freshly stolen goods. Chased and hunted down, you avoid capture by finding a castle hidden in gloom and fog. Locals told legends of this place, saying a royal had been trapped within. Of course, you don't quite believe such tall tales. That is, until you discover the royal and learned that they were purposefully sealed inside...

Note: I think I'll call this one, not your valiant savior. It's just a placeholder name for now. Just a quick post, so sorry if it's bad.

It was too easy. What did they expect when they left out a priceless object owned by the royal family and estimated to be worth a fortune? Of course a famed thief on the loose such as yourself, would just be itching to snatch the relic. And snatch you did, living up to your reputation of thief. Each member having unique abilities to assist in stealing. Your mother had speed to outrun anyone in a chase, your grandfather had the talent of picking any locks, your great-grandmother could sweet-talk anyone then rob them blind. And so on and so forth.

And of course, you had your own talent. As quiet as a mouse and with fingers that stuck to valuables like glue, stealing became like second nature. Literally. However, it wasn't exactly a talent valued by the wider community, and if you stole enough you could end up on terribly drawn wanted posters. Which is why staying in one place wasn't wise.

From place to place, you went taking and claiming anything of worth. When you got very low on cash, you set your sights high: on the vault that stored the royal's priceless treasures. There was bound to be endless riches stored within, if only you could get your grubby hands on them. Well, after careful planning, you had. It wasn't a giant gem or sack full of gold.

Time was short, so you had grabbed the closest thing you could before guards could find you. A golden box encrusted with jewels. Who knew what was inside? Maybe some family heirloom, a magical artifact, or something else of high value. And with the box, you bolted, and the chase had begun out of the city and through the woods.

As fast as you could, you ran through the mystic woods, a forrest travelers and locals alike were all wary of. It was the safest place you could go when chased by frightening palace guards on horseback that would do anything to take back what you stole and drag you back to the gallows. Even the woods heavy with fog and dark from the clouds overhead, had deterred your pursuers enough for you to slip out of their reach and deeper into the forrest where there was no way they would be able to track you. Here, you would have to wait until tomorrow and depart early. Then, you'd be home free and rich beyond your wildest dreams.

After what felt like hours of walking, you stumbled upon a bridge over a gloomy lake. In the middle, sat an old castle of gray stone and dark windows. A castle once said to hold a royal captive, but of course, you didn't believe such stories that were so old they were told to your own grandparents. This castle would be your sanctuary for the night. And maybe, just maybe, you'd clutch the jeweled box and dream of simpler times when you were told fairytales of locked away royals waiting for a savior.

The castle was exactly like those set in spooky tales, haunted by vengeful spirits and claimed by ghosts. It appeared abandoned, that much was obvious by the crumbling stone bridge and the battered old wooden doors that once protected the inhabitants.

Cautiously stepping over the splintered debris of the front door, you didn’t bother boarding it up since no one would be stupid enough to follow you inside.

There was wreckage and ruin everywhere. If you had to guess, whatever happened here, whether the people were driven away by conflict or time, it was followed by the destruction of time. Time with weather were likely all factors that led to the disarray of what was probably once a grand estate. Strangely enough, there was furniture and decor. Everything coated in dust and grime, but still here. Had people been too afraid to enter the grounds? There were so many valuables that could've been looted!

"I'll definitely have to come back here later." You scoff, turning over a few clothes or broken furniture with your foot to uncover possible hidden goodies. Maybe something as small but valuable as a ring was lost somewhere on the ground.

Proceeding to carry the golden box under your arm, you decide to search for the cleaniest, not-so-moldy room where you could spend the night. On the third floor halls, you see ripped curtains and frames where portraits loosely hung. Every rug was brown with dirt and dust.

There were items left behind, which showcased the life one led here. A piano too big to steal, the skeleton of a chandelier and broken gems hanging from its limbs, empty glass perfume bottles now filled with dust. The place must've been wondrous once, but now it was like a tomb. A setting frozen in time.

When you found moonlight filtering through the open balcony of what looked to be the master bedroom, you paused to see the space wrecked more than the others. As if more than just weather and time had affected this place. The owner of this castle likely slept in this very room, on that very bed where the sheets were ruffled and unkempt.

"I wonder who used to live here..." You murmur to no one in particular, as you approach the balcony looking over the bridge and woods. This would be a good vantage point.

A heavy fog settled over the woods, extending over the bridge like water. Good, an extra layer for cover. You stepped back into the room, analyzing every carved piece of wooden furniture, makeup and brushes stored on tabletops, a separate room as long as a hallway and filled with all types of articles of clothing.

If all this was still here, then was it possible some jewelry was left behind? You scoured the room, looking for hidden compartments while murmuring to yourself to fill the ominous silence. As you pulled back a curtain against a wall, you furrowed your eyebrows when you saw an uneven lump underneath the wallpaper.

Could this be handle leading to a vault of treasures? With that in mind, you ripped off the old wallpaper. A glimmer of gold made your heart soar with hope, but when you caught sight of your reflection, you stopped and stared. A mirror. It was a large mirror, oval shaped, with golden borders so intricately decorated. However, when a hand suddenly appeared on the other side of the mirror, like a ghostly apparition, you screamed and stumbled back.

A hand– there was a hand in the mirror! You stared with widened eyes full of shock, as the hand pressed its palm against the surface of the glass. You couldn't see anything else, no one behind the hand. After a second, the slim pale hand delicately pointed a long dainty finger at the box you were holding in a vice grip.

"What...? This? You want this? But..."

You had worked hard to procure this golden box from the royals. Pursing your lips, you contemplated your options, with so many questions running rampant in your mind. What was that thing? A magic mirror? A magic mirror would be priceless, much more valuable than any gold. However, if it was magic, it would be tricky. Possibly even sentient. So you'd have to gain its favor.

"Alright, alright, the box. You know, I went through hell trying to get this."

You informed the mirror, unsure if it even understood you. You carefully set down the heavy box in front of the mirror, and watch as the hand made a motion with its fingers.

Click!

It had unlocked the box, without even a key or tool. A grin broke out on your face. Had it done it for you? Apparently not, because the box opened on its own and a heavy thick tome floated out from it and into the air. The hand beckoned the tome closer, and closer it came, until it was literally phasing through the glass.

"Hey! Wait––"

The glass shattered, the sound booming and ringing out in the silence like an explosion. You only had a second to react, instinctually using your arms to shield your face from the glass flying out in every direction. When it stopped, you looked around. The mattress was shredded, the curtains torn to shreds, wooden furniture cut as if done by an axe, but miraculously you were somehow unharmed.

A breath, not of your own, caught your attention. Your eyes darted over to the now broken mirror, awestruck at the vision of a figure stepping over broken glass. They were beautiful, gorgeous, stunning, more than any words could convey. Their hair like gold and eyes an alluring shade of purple like two amethyst stones, soft pink lips, and a tall slim pale figure clothed in odd robes. For a moment, whoever this person was, appeared disoriented for a brief moment, but they clutched the tome like a lifeline. The tome that came from the box you had stolen.

"Thank you––"

He breathed, his voice quiet as he attempted to stand tall and upright. When his legs nearly gave out beneath him, you were there to catch his hand and prevent him from falling as he looked at you with appreciation. You were just stunned, bewildered, in pure disbelief.

"You... You freed me. You returned my stolen tome...!"

He exclaimed in disbelief, as he restored his posture. Somehow, he was able to stand in heels, but heels were currently one of the least important details.

What did he mean freed?

There was no time to ask any questions. The loud sound of the shattering must've alerted any of your pursuers that had followed you thus far, because from the balcony you could make out the torchlights weaving their way directly towards the bridge.

The mysterious man from the mirror took notice of your expression of dismay as he glanced at the distant torchlights. Smoothing out his robes, he looked back at you and took in your expression. "Enemies of yours?"

"Yes..." You nod slowly.

"Now that just won't do. I can't have anyone harming, or even killing my savior. I've yet to even learn your name." Tapping some well-manicured fingers against the spine of the tome, he appeared to contemplate something. When he stopped tapping his fingers, he smiled so sweetly. "I am Vil Schoenheit, prince and prodigy. Here's my proposition to you, my savior: I will destroy your enemies for a small price. You must tell me your name, and I will grant you my protection."

Of course you gave him your name, and almost immediately you saw the fog below turn an odd color. The torchlights flickered out, you no longer heard their encouraged shouts to move forward but instead their screams echoing in the dark woods. All after Vil murmured a few words in a foreign tongue read from his tome, as he continued to gaze at your intently. What exactly was he to cause so much death in a single instant with hardly any effort...? And you were stuck in this abandoned castle with him.

The prince had no plans to abandon you, he's made that much clear when you attempted to casually part ways after thanking him for getting rid of your pursuers. Stay. I can make it worth your while. Once I reach my former glory, you'll be able to bask in it with me. Is what he said as you swore you heard the front of the castle be sealed shut.

The entire time he looked around the castle with disdain, cross as he complained about the state of his home. While helping him clean up some rooms, he told you more about himself. Vil was a prince who once lived in this castle, set to inherent the throne shortly after the death of his father. However, he was widely feared due to being a prodigy in dark magics and genius at brewing concoctions. For attempting to steal the life of a younger kinder foreign prince who specialized in good magic, he was trapped in a mirror with his tome being the only key to grant him freedom.

Vil actually appeared to be much too fond of you, which you attributed to his isolation. If you were imprisoned all alone in a mirror for centuries, you likely would've gone insane. It was a miracle Vil's mind was intact, but maybe he wasn't there entirely. Because what sane person killed people with the snap of their fingers while smiling so kindly at the one who set him free?

Pridefully he listed off his feats and accomplishments. Living prodigy. Most beautiful man in the land. Prince of the land. It felt too much like flaunting, as he wanted you to realize how truly great he was. He replaced your clothes with his own, and while combing your hair he reminded you that what's rightfully his will be returned to him one day, and you would be there beside him that day.

The crown was what he wanted, a crown he believed was stolen from him and passed down to the descendants of the very good prince he attempted to kill. He spoke of a future in the castle restored to its former glory, where citizens would be loyal to him once again, and those that wronged him will receive a fate worse than death. Positions were open for applying once he became king, he told you one day. He was still searching for a vassal, a knight, a jester, or a partner to wear a crown as well.

Was it the isolation that had driven him to become so attached to the one who set him free? It was possible, but you couldn't even be sure. For all you knew, he could've been like this before he became trapped in the mirror. What mattered now was that he did not make any effort to hide his attraction towards you. Vil was offering a thief all the riches he would attain after his plan for vengeance, and his heart in a golden box.

"Keep the knives I gifted you, although I doubt you'll have to resort to lifting a finger. Just allow me to handle it when the time comes. I want to extract vengeance slowly and painfully, make them hurt just as they did to me... And at the end of the day, you will be there, you little thief who stole my affections, to comfort me and drive away those memories of cold lonely centuries in darkness. You'll be there for me, won't you, my valiant savior?"

[jaggedamethyst]

boy savor ⏳✨

ekko (arcane) x f!reader

content: ekko using time...to his advantage

18+ minors dni, smut, porn w/slight plot, edging, soft, (just trust me ik they sound different lmao), oral (f!receiving), complicated/ unlabeled relationship, angst, mentions of death, not proofread

notes: i am a timebomb truther but this is set after the whole ordeal so literally months if not a year or more after the finale...and no the title isn't spelled wrong just read it.

main master list

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。.

You and Ekko found each other after everything. He’d lost his friend—and something more—when Jinx disappeared. Ekko had remained steadfast; she wasn’t dead, couldn’t be. You would nod, affirming him. You understood what others might deem delusion—and empathized with the desire to have someone be alive. 

For you, it was your dad. Like many others you were sent away—forced to join the herds of people who piled up to leave town. This came, of course, in spite of what you wanted. If it was up to you, you’d have stayed. You would’ve died alongside your father. Instead, you were left to wonder if he even actually was gone. With a body never actually being found it was hard to not think other wise.

The relationship between you and Ekko went unlabeled and remains that way. You both could agree, though, that in the midst of the pain the presence of each other filled a void that would persist for years. Deep down you knew that if Jinx did ever show up he would leave without a second thought. But the gentleness he held with you was enough to make the thought a throwaway. 

In a single word, you would quickly describe Ekko as tender. When you were together the just barely there touches and faint grasps made you feel light—as if you could escape him at any moment. Freeing yourself was the last thing on your mind, though. You’d stay with him, like this, in any timeline…forever.

“Can I try something?” Ekko spoke between breaths, lips kissing on the inner skin of your thighs. He’d paused his devouring of you to glance up, motioning next to him. 

“Uh huh,” you were close. The question hadn’t made a difference to you. You didn’t bother to look in the direction he waved. Whatever he did, whatever he intended to try—you would still unravel in a few seconds. If there was no other proof, the heat emanating off of you would be enough. 

A second later, the sound of a clattering filled the room. The fire in you tamed a bit and Ekko had his lips wrapped around your clit again. Just as he had before speaking up. You panted, feeling his breath fanning over you. He continued to move his entire mouth into you, sucking and moving up and down with an urgency that had your legs twisting erratically. 

Ekko slipped in two fingers, then, pulsing them in and out of you at a steady tempo that made you whine. The sound was melodic for him—it made him want to do this a thousand more times, and he would. 

“Can I try something?”

Without thinking, you replied, “Uh huh.”

The phrase felt sticky on your tongue, as if it had left a residue lingering there. You blinked, looking beside you as Ekko fumbled for the counter. He moved up your body, kissing over your chest as he pulled on a string. 

In an incomprehensible moment of time, his lips found you again. Ekko moved against you and you writhed as a result. He felt your body lift and looked up through his lashes to examine you. A smirk found the space between you, a sheen over the bottom half of his face. 

“What?” He asked as he moved a finger to push your clit up and down. The steady and slow pressure was one you loved—and it almost always had you fumbling for him like you were now. The heat found you, again, and gave you pause. A hand found the top of his head grasping at his hair for relief, the fleeting feeling of déjà vu causing you to yank his head up. 

“Ekko-“ 

“You said I could try something…”

Creating a tool to wield time in the palm of his hand was single handedly the pinnacle of Ekko’s existence and nothing else came close to it. Nothing except his ability to use it to his advantage. He loved the sensation of you pulsing against him, the inadvertent response to his body on yours. He could bask in the sound of your quickened breaths, survive off of the feeling of your fingers clawing at him. Every movement that even resembled you finishing for him made him desire the sight, feeling, and sound even more. 

He tapped around, finding the string much easier this time. He had, after all, done this before. Ekko’s fingers twisted and nudged the dial back an additional few seconds. You watched the world seem to warp around you and your sentience of the current moment seem to slip away. 

The sound of his name teetered on your lips again, dragging at the feel of your climax reverting back to being just on the edge of explosion. 

He was still so delicate with you, savoring every moment he had with you. He spoke quickly, “You okay?” 

You sucked in your own lips, stifling a moan. “Mhm.” 

“Knew you could handle it.” 

You nodded, not speaking but revelling in the feeling—inching on the precipice of finally finishing, again that was. 

Ekko had never done this before, tortured you so sweetly in this way. Going back every few seconds added a weight to you that was surprisingly comforting. Reverting to a moment in time, just before he had you fully undone, welled tears in your eyes. 

He licked and slurped you, his fingers again pushing in and out of you. Ekko let his other hand snake up and kneed into the warmth of your stomach. Your lower half began to match his rhythm, swirling up and around in circles. 

“I’m,” you sucked in a sharp breath, “I’m gonna-“ 

He heard the slurred words. The moist sound of your words was an indicator, too. Every detail about you was intoxicating. He couldn’t think too far ahead, just for now. 

Ekko became more fervent, speeding up every pace he’d found. You could no longer keep up; you let the feeling of him guide you. The once slowly building embers snapped in you and jolted your entire body in half—your spine finding its way away from the mattress. 

He crawled up, kissing your lips sweetly until he’d lost breath…and when he did, a crank filled the room. He’d kiss you forever if he could—and with time at the palm of his hands, he’d make sure this feeling would last a lifetime. 

[w1ll0wray]

LET’S RUN AWAY ft. jinx x fem!reader

⊹₊⟡⋆ summary: after hearing the news of her escaping prison, you finally find your girlfriend in desperate need of comfort.

⊹₊⟡⋆warnings: mention of suicide, minors or men dni, jinx almost attempting, mention of other characters.

wc. 1.4k

𐙚 note | I’d really appreciate it if you would not only just like, but also reblog & give me feedback. thank you:)

You ran for god knows how long. Pushing over people— you had one target in mind.

Jinx.

She got out. She got out of jail. She somehow got out and now you were determined to find her. You knew what she was planning— after Isha’s death, her one goal was to end it all. You didn’t want that to happen. 

Caitlyn gave her a chance— a chance to restart. But all Jinx did was escape, without even seeing you. The look on her face when the explosion dissipated, Isha nowhere in sight, it broke your heart to see her surrender. Thankfully, you had sneakily got out before anyone could arrest you— sharing one last look with your girlfriend. It’s been a week since you’ve seen her.

Enforcers flooded Zaun, surveying the areas— surveying the areas to catch you. Right now, you didn’t care if your hood had fallen and revealed your face. 

You had to get to Jinx.

Catching a sniff of fire, you swiftly took a turn, eyes widening at the Last Drop lit up in flames. 

“Oh no.” You scrambled around the building, taking a few turns until a door finally came into view. Barging in, you skipped a few stairs down, almost falling onto your face until another door appeared. Hurrying, you slammed the door open to her hideout, heart leaping out of your chest at the sight of Jinx dangerously standing by the edge. 

“Jinx!” You called out, prompting her to turn her head towards your panicked self. Sighing in relief, you bolted to her and flung your arms around her. 

She remained frozen, eyes not meeting yours as you explained how relieved you were, arms still tight around her. Noticing her absent behavior, you raised your head up, eyes filling up with tears.

“I’m sorry about everything, Jinx.” You sniffle out, slowly moving her away from the edge, hand coming up to cup her cheek, “I’m so sorry.” 

Her rosy eyes remained on the ground, face emotionless. Your arms were around her waist and shoulder, holding her incase she’d disappear again, “Please, Jinx.” Your finger caressed her cheek, searching for any sign of emotion. 

When she doesn’t budge, you burst into tears, tucking her head into the crook of your neck as you hugged her, “I love you so much,” Letting your fingers thread through her short hair. 

“I’m with you, always.” You whispered through sobs, hand on the back of her head, “It’s not your fault—I promise.” Tightening your hold around her, you felt defeated at the thought of her enduring torture in that cell alone. You should’ve never run away— you should’ve surrendered alongside her. 

Maybe then, she wouldn’t have been so alone. Repeating your soft hearted words, you silently hoped that she was indeed listening.

 Lost in tears, you unexpectedly felt the fabric of your shirt turn damp. Pausing, you slowly pull away, eyes searching hers, only to freeze. Your chest tightened, and it felt like your heart had cracked in two as tears streamed down her cheeks. 

A faint whimper slipped from her lips, bottom lip quivering as her gaze finally met yours. Eyes glistening with tears, she grit her teeth, trying to hold back her sobs. Noticing her restrain herself, you lifted her face with your hands, “You’re the bravest person I’ve ever met.” You swept her into your embrace as soon as she faltered, causing her crumble into a flood of tears. 

Once you both met the floor, you pulled her into your arms without hesitation, hand resting on her shuddering body. It was like old times— when she used to crawl back into your arms when Silco scolded her or kicked her out of a mission. 

Running a soothing hand over her hair numerous times, you felt her body soften into yours. 

Without warning, her hands tremble as they wrapped around you, “I can’t live like this anymore.” Her voice was quieter, as if she’d fall apart any moment. 

You frowned, lips pressed together, “We’ll find a way, I promise.” Whispering, you cradle her face, tired eyes meeting yours, 

“It’s not your fault.” She knew you meant Isha and…Vander. 

Though, in the blink of an eye, a gust of wind came from behind you. You whirl your head around, eyes widening at the sight of an old friend. 

Green sparkles enveloping him as he took steady steps towards you both, “I just want to talk.”

“You think she’ll be alright?” You mumbled, finger rubbing your eyes, glancing at Jinx snoozing beside you in Isha’s fort. Ekko only sighed, “We have two choices,” 

You quirked up, watching him get up, “, we join in the war or…” He stares at Jinx’s body laying into yours, “We run away.” 

He knew the answer, there was no way you’d let Jinx go kill herself. No one knows what she might do if she sees Vander again— or even Vi. Raising your head to meet his eye, you said the words , “We run away.” 

Later that night, Ekko had gone out to make sure of things, leaving you to take care of Jinx. She had woken up shortly after his departure, her emotions all over the place. 

“I don’t deserve to live!” She cries out, tears starting to cascade down her face, trying to avoid your touch, “I need to die.” 

You tried your best to stay calm, hands landing on her bare shoulders, “You think you’re the only one with all the guilt?” Cupping her face, you nuzzle her closer, 

“Everyone in this world has done something they regret.” You reassured, gently planting a kiss on her forehead, sensing her tension ease. Afterwards, you tried feeding her some fruits that had been out in the abandoned stalls. She only ate three pieces before commenting that her stomach hurt. 

Thankfully, Ekko had returned, a smile spreading across his face, “I managed to get us a ride.” A surge of relief blossomed in you, prompting you to turn your attention back to Jinx, a soft smile etched on your face.

“We can get out of here.” Her eyes widened, a sign of life returning. That night, Ekko helped Jinx cut her hair, shaving signs of her past life. You were secretly upset about her beautiful locks but accepted it eventually. 

You all decorated each other in marker, Jinx cracking a smile for the first time. She even had the full course meal Ekko had given you both, her face a bit fuller. Once it was time to sleep, she snuggled into you, craving your warmth. 

In a blink of an eye, it was morning and the streets felt emptier. You all absorbed the undercity one last time before departing from your childhood home. Jinx had her hand in yours, trembling when signs of places she’d been in came into view. You reassured her with a squeeze, “We’re almost there.” Nodding, she let you both guide her out and into the shining sun of Piltover. 

War was near, all the enforcers were gone in some parts, guarding up in town square. Finally reaching the station, you pulled Jinx alongside you as Ekko gestured to the airship.

“It’ll get you out and into another city.” You frowned as he stayed on the ground, not entering with you both. 

“Are you not coming?” You asked, noticing his saddened expression. His gaze lands on the hextech building before meeting yours again, “I need to save my people.” 

Jinx tensed up beside you before running towards him and engulfing him in a tight hug, “Are you insane—?” 

“—Find happiness, Powder.” His voice cracked, eyes glistened as she embraced him, his bottom lip quivering, “Try to send me a message when you can.” He sniffled out, patting her back once she let go. 

You nodded, watching as Jinx slowly walked towards you, “Thank you for everything, Ekko.” Wrapping your arms around him, you then let go, shoving his shoulder with yours, “Stay safe, our boy savior.’” 

He chuckled, guiding you into the airship, a tear escaping down his cheek, “Fate will bring us back together.” 

Jinx held onto your arm as the airship started departing, her cheek resting on your shoulder as you waved goodbye. Feeling her gaze on you, you tilt your head down, a brow raising, “Hm?” 

She pouts, eyes innocently gazing up at you, “We’re in this together,…right?” 

You giggled, gathering her in your arms tightly as if she’d disappear any minute, 

“Together.” 

wanted to write a different one. Hope you enjoyed! ps. thank you sm for the wonderful requests I’m trying my best to reply to them all ! but for the ones asking for part 2 there’s a high chance I won’t reply depending on the one shot :) but continue with new ideas I luv it.

[powdcr]

dating ekko | headcanons

୨୧ teases and "bullies" you constantly because he adores your cute/flustered reactions

୨୧ very protective over you

୨୧ tries to teach you how to ride his hoverboard | "your balance is terrible, but i still love you."

୨୧ always making you inventions or buying you gifts/flowers etc (he likes surprising you)

୨୧ so so proud to show you off to any and everyone

୨୧ he gets nervous initiating PDA but when you do he secretly goes crazy (this boy is in LOVE)

୨୧ has memorized all of your childhood stuffed animals' names | "where is mr. bearington? i haven't seen him in a while. i miss the little guy."

୨୧ usually stays up late so that he can watch you sleep and make sure you're okay

୨୧ teaches you how to fight using moves that vi taught him when he was little

୨୧ is hesitant to trust you at first due to his trust issues, but eventually warms up to you

୨୧ asks you to come with him to pierce his ears (he's secretly a little baby...)

[scary-grace]

tomura “never been on a date” shigaraki x reader who’s about to unleash hell

[rhaenyrathecruell]

People who say that if we followed Negan from the beginning or the saviors were the main characters we would side with them is so wrong. Rick and the group aren’t saints but they do everything for a reason. Negan is a rapist who forced woman to be his wives or be killed which is coercion. Negan ordered children over ten to be slaughtered. The saviors aren’t just “villains” or misunderstood they are monsters. So is Negan. Negan having a redemption arc was the downfall of the show and is where I stopped watching. Rick and the main group have killed but they have morals. Rick would never hurt a woman and force her to sleep with him. He would never kill a ten year old boy. He wouldn’t beat someone to death that on their knees in front of their pregnant wife. He wouldn’t threaten to cut a teenagers arm off.

[untolduttering]

Sanji calling you right as you get off work, asking if you’ll be home soon through his sniffling and hiccuping. Panicked, you ask your sweet boy what’s wrong and he cries to you about how he just can’t cum. He’s too needy and in a haze to feel worried and embarrassed about telling you how he’s tried everything. He’s stuffed you panties in his mouth: nothing. He’s fucked them and still nothing. He rutted into your side of the bed and fucked your pillow, shamefully coating it in all his precum, and it still didn’t work. It all has absolutely nothing on the way you feel and if you could please please please just come home and help him.

[florabellalove]

LET ME SPEAK MY TRUTH 🦢🫶🏼

sometimes I just want to read a reverse comfort fic about some big burly character absolutely breaking down, call it a saviour kink or whatever but there seems to be an absence in this world

[frelonshi]

(request comes from my previous blog

Requests open!)

Ekko with an S/O insecure about their huge scar

Smutty content below the cut! (not very heavy, more focused on the fluff part)

Ekko spent his life surrounded with people with difficult stories, ugly scars and scarred minds. He learnt not to be judgemental, and that everything has a story to tell, often rooted in unfairness, which angers him deeply and only solidify his resolves.

It's also a well-known fact that Ekko is a devoted sweetheart. He tries sometimes to come accross as tough guy, but that façade lasts about 0.5 seconds and everyone knows Ekko has a soft heart. He loves dearly, and you, his S/O, is the person he values the most in life.

You're perfect to him, that's needless to say. Ekko already sees beauty in life itself, in imperfections, but when it comes to you, it goes beyond words. You're his soulmate, the love of his life, and if it weren't for the obvious painful backstory behind the scar, he'd probably never think much of it.

Although in Zaun lots of people have scars and therefore are less prone to comment on it, you can be sure that if anyone makes a bad comment about your scar, Ekko will be here to beat the person's ass.

He tries to be comprehensive when you open up to him about your insecurity. But at the same time, he doesn't really understand what you're insecure about because you're beautiful. Like, breathtakingly beautiful. 'He has already filled dozens of sketchbooks with drawings of you' beautiful.

But he also knows that people's mind are not logical, so he does his best to reassure you. He reminds you every time he gets the chance that he finds you gorgeous and that he's lucky to have you.

The first time you slept together, you revealed your scar to him. He was taken aback, but tried not to show it - he didn't want you to think he didn't like your body, because that wasn't the case. He just didn't know you had to endure it. He asked if he could touch it, because he knows people react differently. If you allow it, he'll make sure to always spend a time kissing and carressing your back during sex, even if it's not focused on it. If you don't, he'll make sure to respect it.

If you don't want him to see your scar, he'll understand. He wishes you could be totally at ease naked with him, but he's willing to work with you through it with you.

I think at night, when you fall asleep together, he kisses your neck goodbye (but that's just something he does regardless of the presence of scars).

[ekkoscakeo]

"Our Final Song"

[a/n] : listen to ma meilleure ennemie while reading this to cry more ;')

The soft hum of "Ma Meilleure Ennemie" filled the small room, looping endlessly, weaving itself into the fabric of the night. It was their song, the one that had accidentally played the night they first danced, awkward and laughing, under flickering string lights. Now, it played again—not as a backdrop to laughter, but as a companion to a goodbye they both knew was coming.

Ekko sat cross-legged on the floor, his Z-Drive dismantled beside him. He didn’t need it tonight. Tonight was for her. She leaned against the far wall, her silhouette bathed in the dim light of the desk lamp. She looked fragile, as though the slightest gust of wind could carry her away. But her smile, soft and knowing, was as solid as it had always been.

“It’s a weird song to love, don’t you think?” she said, breaking the silence. Her voice was quiet but steady, as if she hadn’t just been crying moments ago.

Ekko glanced at her, a small smile tugging at his lips. “It’s weird because you love it, and you’re weird.”

She laughed—soft, barely there, but still enough to make his heart twist. “Says the guy who rewinds time for fun.”

He leaned back on his hands, tilting his head as he watched her. “You’re not gonna let me win this one, are you?”

“Never,” she teased. Then, more gently, “That’s what made us work, though. You challenge everything, and I challenge you.”

He turned his gaze to the Z-Drive. It lay lifeless now, the device that had once given him endless chances. But tonight, there was no rewinding. No second try. This was their moment, fleeting and final, and he wouldn’t waste it.

----

The song played on, its melancholic melody carrying them through their memories.

“Do you remember the first time we met?” she asked suddenly, her voice cutting through the quiet.

Ekko smirked. “You mean when you tried to spray-paint over my work?”

She rolled her eyes, but the smile on her face betrayed her amusement. “It was awful. A galaxy? Really?”

“It was art, thank you very much,” he shot back, feigning offense. “And if I remember correctly, someone decided to fix it by painting stars that looked like fried eggs.”

“They were stars,” she argued, laughing now. “But sure, let’s go with fried eggs.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “I let you win that argument, too.”

She softened, her gaze meeting his. “No, Ekko. You didn’t let me win. You let me stay. That’s different.”

-----

The song looped again, filling the spaces between words, carrying them to the quieter, heavier memories.

“Do you regret it?” she asked after a long silence. Her voice was small, almost afraid.

He looked at her sharply. “Regret what?”

“Us. This. Loving me.”

His heart twisted. He stood, crossing the room to sit beside her. “Never,” he said firmly. “Not for a second.”

She leaned her head against his shoulder, and for a moment, they sat like that, the song wrapping around them like a fragile cocoon.

“I regret the fights,” she murmured. “The times I pushed you too hard. The times I didn’t say what I really felt.”

“You pushed me because you believed in me,” he said softly. “And that’s what I’ll remember. Not the fights. Not the regrets. Just... you.”

-----

The night wore on, their voices growing softer, their silences longer. The weight of the inevitable hung heavy between them, but neither dared to say it aloud. Not yet.

As the final notes of the song played for the hundredth time, she reached for his hand. Her fingers, once so steady, trembled against his. “Ekko,” she whispered, “promise me something.”

“Anything.”

“Don’t stop living when I’m gone.”

His throat tightened, and he couldn’t speak. She turned to look at him, her eyes bright with unshed tears but full of determination. “You have so much left to do. So much left to give. Don’t let this—don’t let me—be the end of you.”

He swallowed hard, nodding. “I promise,” he choked out.

She smiled, leaning her head against his chest as the song began to play again. “Good,” she whispered.

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When the last notes of the song finally faded, so did she. Her warmth, her weight, her presence—all of it slipped away like a fading dream.

Ekko sat there, the silence pressing in around him, his arms empty but his heart full of the love they had shared. The room felt colder, but he didn’t move. He let the quiet settle, let the memory of her linger a little longer.

His gaze drifted to the Z-Drive lying beside him, its cracked surface catching the faint glow of dawn breaking through the window. Gently, almost reverently, he picked it up, his fingers brushing over the fractured casing.

“One rewind,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Just one.”

He pressed the button, the device sputtering weakly before flickering out completely. It was useless, broken when he needed it most. Time, it seemed, had made its choice.

Ekko clenched the Z-Drive tightly, his knuckles whitening as tears streaked silently down his face. “Why?” he rasped into the empty room. “Why give me this power if I can’t save her?”

The question hung in the air, unanswered.

And yet, deep down, he knew. She wouldn’t have wanted him to rewrite this—to steal away the love and the pain that made their final night together real. As much as it hurt, it was theirs. Untouchable. Unchangeable.

The song looped faintly in his mind, the melody carved into his soul. He sat there, the dawn spilling light across the room, his heart breaking but alive with the echoes of her.

“Thank you for loving me,” he whispered again, the Z-Drive slipping from his grasp and clattering softly to the floor.

It wasn’t the ending he wanted, but it was theirs. And in all its beauty and pain, that would have to be enough.

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[jhyoos]

Dreams Come True

Chapter 5: Stalker

summary: you and vi try to discuss what your relationship is now and how this should work, but it was interrupted by a blue-haired girl.

mentions: fluff, pathetic!vi, fame!au, modern!au, kissing, groping, stalking (saesangs), violence, choking (not by vi tho 😔)

notes : i did this while sick and on my period. it has not been proofread 😭. love yall 🫵🩷 im also resetting my taglist for this so if you want to be tagged for the next chapter comment!

The sun hung low in the sky, its golden rays spilling across the bustling streets as you and Mel stepped out of the practice studio. Your legs ached from the grueling rehearsal, but Mel’s persistent prodding about getting ice cream had finally worn you down. She strolled beside you, her duffle bag slung lazily over her shoulder, an almost mischievous grin plastered across her face.

The bell above the shop door chimed softly as you entered, the cool air inside offering a sweet reprieve from the lingering afternoon heat. The scent of freshly baked waffle cones filled the air, mingling with the bright, sugary notes of the various ice cream flavors on display. The shop was quaint and cozy, with pastel-colored walls and little booths tucked into corners.

After some debate, you both settled on your orders—Mel opting for a double scoop of chocolate fudge brownie while you stuck with a classic strawberry swirl. Finding a table by the window, the two of you slid into the booth, the faint chatter of other patrons blending into the background.

“So,” Mel began, her spoon poised above her ice cream as she leaned in slightly, “are you going to tell me, or am I going to have to pry it out of you?”

You gave her a confused look, though you knew exactly where this was heading. “Tell you what?” you replied, feigning innocence as you took a bite of your ice cream.

“Oh, don’t play dumb with me,” she teased, narrowing her eyes. “Vi. You two were all cozy at the club, and now you’re walking around with this dreamy little smile on your face. Spill it.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the blush creeping up your cheeks. “There’s nothing to spill,” you said, shrugging. “We haven’t confirmed anything yet.”

Mel’s spoon clattered against the side of her bowl as she gasped dramatically. “Yet? So, you’re telling me there’s a ‘yet.’ What does that mean? Did you two talk? Kiss? Make declarations of undying love under the moonlight?”

“Mel!” you hissed, though you couldn’t help but laugh at her theatrics. “Okay, fine. Yes, we talked. And... we might have said ‘I love you.’”

Her jaw dropped, and for a moment, she just stared at you in disbelief before breaking into a wide grin. “Oh my God, you’re back together, aren’t you?”

You shook your head. “No, not yet. It’s... complicated. We’re figuring things out.”

Mel’s teasing expression softened slightly as she leaned back in her seat. “Well, for what it’s worth, I’m glad you’re giving her another chance. You two were kind of disgustingly perfect together.”

You rolled your eyes again but smiled, a small, hopeful feeling blooming in your chest. As you sat there, sharing laughs and finishing your ice cream, you realized how much you’d missed moments like these—simple, carefree, and filled with the warmth of friendship. For now, that was enough.

The peaceful moment in the ice cream shop was abruptly interrupted by a loud knock on the window. Startled, you and Mel both turned your heads toward the sound. Outside stood a small group of fans, their excited faces pressed against the glass. Some of them had phones in hand, already snapping pictures.

You smiled politely and gave a small wave, as did Mel, though her grin was a bit tighter. “Guess we’ve got some fans in the neighborhood,” she murmured, trying to sound casual.

At first, it didn’t seem too serious—just a few people recognizing the two of you and sharing their enthusiasm. But as the seconds ticked by, the crowd began to grow. More people gathered outside, camera flashes illuminating the window in quick bursts. Their murmurs grew louder, and some started knocking again, calling out your name.

You exchanged a concerned look with Mel, who quickly glanced toward the door. “I don’t like this,” you admitted, lowering your voice. “It’s getting out of hand.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Mel replied, scanning the shop. “Let’s get out of here.”

You hastily placed cash on the table to cover the bill, grabbed your bag, and reached for Mel’s hand. Together, you ducked toward the back exit, keeping your heads low to avoid drawing even more attention. The two of you slipped through the rear door into the parking lot, your steps quickening as you approached Mel’s car.

Once inside, Mel made sure to lock the doors immediately. You glanced nervously over your shoulder as you spotted some of the fans spilling into the lot, their phones held high as they rushed toward the car. “They’re taking pictures of your license plate,” you said in a hushed voice, your stomach knotting.

“Not for long,” Mel muttered, her hands steady on the steering wheel as she started the car. She pulled out of the parking lot, her jaw set in determination. The fans ran after the car for a few seconds, some shouting and continuing to record. Mel turned onto a side street, taking back routes she clearly knew well.

The tension in the car was palpable as she zigzagged through the unfamiliar streets, checking the rearview mirror every few seconds. After what felt like an eternity, she finally let out a breath. “Okay, I think we lost them.”

Your own sigh of relief filled the car as you leaned back against the seat. The adrenaline was still coursing through you, making your heart pound. “Holy shit, that was intense,” you said, shaking your head. “We just debuted... I didn’t think we were that popular.”

Mel laughed nervously, her hands still gripping the wheel tightly. “Yeah, I thought we had some time before all this crazy fan stuff started. Guess not.”

You looked out the window, trying to process what had just happened. Your thoughts were interrupted as Mel’s voice pulled you back to the present. “Where should I drop you off?” she asked, her tone steady but still tinged with concern.

You gave her the address to Vi’s apartment, leaning back in your seat and letting out a sigh. “Make sure you change your license plate as soon as possible,” you added, your voice slightly strained from the earlier chaos.

Mel nodded with a small grin. “Don’t worry, I’ve got it handled. No way I’m letting some overly excited fans track me down.”

When you arrived at Vi’s apartment, you thanked Mel and watched her car pull away before heading upstairs. You still had the key Vi gave you, so you let yourself in. The familiar creak of the door echoed in the apartment, and you were immediately greeted by the sight of Vi sprawled lazily on the couch, a bag of Doritos in one hand and a Dr. Pepper can in the other. She was watching The Boys with the volume high, her focus on a particularly dramatic scene.

Hearing the door, she turned her head and smirked when she saw you. “Hey, hot stuff. Sit down,” she said casually, patting the empty spot on the couch beside her.

You couldn’t help but smile as you set your bag down and joined her. “Aren’t hockey players supposed to be on diets? You’re eating Doritos and drinking Dr. Pepper,” you teased, gesturing at the junk food scattered on the coffee table.

Vi chuckled, shrugging as she took another sip of soda. “Well, I’m not an idol, am I? And besides, I need the calories. Helps me bulk up, and you like that, don’t you?” she teased back, giving you a playful wink.

You rolled your eyes, a soft laugh escaping your lips. “You’re ridiculous.”

The moment was interrupted by a notification on your phone. Your smile faded as you opened it to find a TMZ article detailing your earlier encounter at the ice cream shop with Mel. The headline was bold and dramatic, emphasizing how close you and Mel came to being trampled by a growing crowd of fans.

Vi immediately noticed the change in your expression. “What’s wrong?” she asked, leaning over to grab your phone before you could stop her. Her brows furrowed as she read the headline, her expression shifting to concern. “You almost got attacked by fans?”

You shook your head, trying to downplay it. “We didn’t, so it’s okay. It’s normal… I just didn’t think it was gonna happen so soon,” you admitted, your voice quieter than usual.

Vi placed your phone down and turned her full attention to you. “Baby, your group’s account has over 12 million followers across Twitter, Instagram, and TikTok combined. Of course, you’re popular,” she said matter-of-factly. Her tone softened as she added, “You should probably get a bodyguard.”

You let out a small sigh, leaning back against the couch. “I didn’t think I’d need one this early on. I just want to enjoy things like going out for ice cream, you know? Without all… that.”

Vi reached out, taking your hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “I get it. But your safety comes first, okay? We’ll figure it out.”

The next few weeks settled into a comfortable routine: you and Vi alternating between each other's apartments to talk, cuddle, have sex, and then cuddle again before practice. It was a rhythm that felt natural, almost like you were already in a relationship—but Vi hadn’t asked you to be her girlfriend, nor had she even hinted at it. The silence on that front gnawed at you, and today you decided to finally bring it up.

When you unlocked the door to Vi’s apartment, ready to address the question head-on, you were greeted by an unexpected sight. Standing in the middle of the living room was a tall, elegant woman with striking blue hair. Her posture was effortless, exuding a kind of natural grace that instantly caught your attention. The two of you locked eyes for what felt like an eternity before Vi appeared from the hallway, her usual confident grin plastered across her face.

“Hey, baby,” Vi greeted casually as she walked up, slinging an arm around the woman’s shoulder. “This is my friend Caitlyn. We’re gonna be modeling together for Vogue.”

You looked between Vi and Caitlyn, your mind scrambling to process what you were seeing. Caitlyn was stunning, her poise and beauty making her seem almost unreal. When she extended her hand for a handshake, it was with the kind of grace that made even that simple gesture look elegant.

“Hi, I’m Caitlyn. I’m an ice skater,” she said, her voice smooth and polite.

You accepted the handshake, your own movements feeling stiff in comparison. “Hi, I’m (Y/N),” you replied, your voice steady despite the sudden tightness in your chest.

Caitlyn’s eyes lit up in recognition. “Oh, I knew you looked familiar! You’re from the group AURORA. You look even prettier in person,” she said with an easy smile.

“Oh, thank you,” you managed, forcing a polite smile in return. Your eyes darted to Vi, searching her face for any kind of explanation or acknowledgment of how awkward this felt.

Before you could say anything else, you tried to speak, “Hey, can we talk in priv—” but Vi cut you off by leaning in and kissing you. Her hand casually slid to your ass, giving it a quick squeeze before she pulled back.

“I’m sorry, but I gotta go,” Vi said nonchalantly, as if the entire situation was completely normal. She grabbed her things and started heading toward the door. “We’ve got interviews and stuff downtown, so I’ll just be staying with Ellie and Abby in their penthouse for the week.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but Vi barely gave you the chance. “I love you,” she said casually over her shoulder as she opened the door, holding it for Caitlyn to follow her out.

And then they were gone.

You stood in the middle of the living room, staring at the closed door in stunned silence. The sound of the lock clicking into place felt deafening in the otherwise quiet apartment. Confusion churned in your mind as you tried to piece together what had just happened.

Vi’s words echoed in your head. I love you. Yet she’d just left you standing here, no explanation, no conversation about the questions you’d been holding onto for weeks. All of it—her sudden departure, the presence of Caitlyn, and the way she’d brushed off your attempt to talk—left a bitter taste in your mouth. You couldn’t help but wonder: was this love, or was it just convenience?

Hours of stress cleaning had left Vi’s apartment spotless, every surface shining like new. Yet despite your efforts to distract yourself, your thoughts remained restless. Finally, you decided you couldn’t stay there any longer. You changed into one of Vi’s oversized hoodies, the familiar scent bringing a small measure of comfort, and grabbed your bag before heading out the door.

Instead of going straight home, you decided to stop by a nearby burger joint. Your stomach grumbled, reminding you that you hadn’t eaten all day. Once inside, you ordered a burger and fries to go, leaning against the counter as you waited. The minutes dragged on, but eventually, your order number was called. You thanked the cashier, grabbing the bag with a polite smile before heading back to your car.

As you approached your car, keys in hand, a tall man suddenly stepped into your path. His presence was unnerving, but his expression didn’t immediately raise any alarms.

“You’re (Y/N) from AURORA, right?” he asked, his tone overly enthusiastic. “I’m a really big fan. Can I have an autograph?”

You forced a polite smile, trying to keep things cordial. “I’m sorry, I’m kinda busy right now,” you said, hoping he’d take the hint.

But he didn’t. Instead, he stepped closer, his demeanor shifting from eager to insistent. “Come on, just a quick one. It’ll only take a second,” he pressed.

Before you could respond, his eyes drifted to the hoodie you were wearing, his expression darkening. His nostrils flared as he caught the faint scent of cologne clinging to the fabric. Without warning, his hand shot out and grabbed your wrist tightly, making you drop the bag of food.

“What man were you with?!” he demanded, his voice seething with anger. “I thought I watched you carefully enough!”

Panic surged through you as you tried to pull away. “Sir, I don’t know who you are! Please let go of me!” you pleaded, your voice trembling.

His grip tightened, and before you could react, his hand moved to your throat, squeezing with terrifying force. You clawed at his arm, gasping for air, your vision starting to blur.

“Sir, please…” you choked out, your voice barely audible.

His expression twisted with rage. “If I can’t have you, no one can,” he growled, his grip unrelenting.

Just as the edges of your vision began to go dark, you felt the pressure on your neck suddenly release. You collapsed to the ground, gasping for air and clutching at your bruised throat. Blinking through tears, you saw the man being yanked backward and slammed to the ground.

The commotion drew a crowd, and amidst the chaos, you caught sight of your rescuer. Recognition flickered as you realized it was Ekko, Jinx’s boyfriend. His face was steely with anger as he held the man down, delivering a punch to keep him subdued.

Moments later, Jinx appeared, rounding the corner in search of Ekko. Her eyes widened in horror as she took in the scene: Ekko restraining the man on the ground, and you, sitting on the pavement with a large bruise forming around your neck.

“Oh my god, (Y/N)!” Jinx yelled, rushing toward you. She pushed through the small crowd of onlookers, waving them off as she knelt beside you. “Are you okay? The cops are on their way,” she said, her voice full of worry as she helped you to your feet.

You tried to nod, but the effort was too much. The adrenaline draining from your body left you weak and unsteady, and the edges of your vision blurred again. You immediately fell back on to the ground, Jinx caught you as she held you carefully. The last thing you heard was Jinx calling your name before everything went black.

chapters: one, two, christmas special, three, four , five

edit announcement: it’s a double upload today so expect chapter 6 in a few hours!

[slasherslittlesimp]

The Hunter (TWD X Reader)

PART ONE

There's a long pause of silence as everyone gets lost in their own thoughts- some thinking of ways to get out of the mess they're stuck in, while others think of how they're doomed and that there's no way out. The room stays silent for a long period of time until Michonne suddenly stands up a bit straighter from her spot leaning against the wall. Everyone's eyes move towards her at the sudden movement, finding her eyes a bit wide as she stares straight at Rick. They wait with bated breath to hear what she has to say, and it's honestly not what they expected.

"I think I know someone that can help us." She states, seeming admittedly a bit nervous. "I have never personally met them, but I have heard rumors. If we can find this person, I believe they can help us with our problems."

"And how do we find this mystery person?" Rick questions, a bit doubtful at her suggestion. A person she hasn't seen? Someone she only knows based on rumors? How much faith can someone have in a plan like that?

"Do you trust me?" Michonne stares Rick in the eyes, her jaw clenched tight with nerves as she awaits his answer. When he gives a nod in answer, she slowly unclenches her jaw before raising her head a bit higher to show her confidence. "Then give me a week. I will track down this person and then we can go talk to them."

Rick sighs, rubbing his hand over his beared face. "One week. That's it. We can't afford to waste any more time than that on something that may not even exist."

Exactly four days later, a few members of the group find themselves trekking through the woods that Michonne claims to be this mystery persons territory. For a while they doubt her claims. That is until they hear something that hasn't been heard in years- birds chirping. Looking around, the group watches in slight awe as birds flutter from tree to tree. Then, they hear a twig snap, and they all watch with bated breath as a fawn appears between the trees followed by a few other deer.

Daryl goes to raise his crossbow only to be stopped by Michonne who quickly shakes her head. "I wouldn't do that. Not unless you want to get on their bad side."

Daryl quirks a brow at the statement but relents, lowering his crossbow. Rick watches the exchange before looking around at the bustling wildlife surrounding them, seemingly untouched by the end of the world. "Who the hell is this person?" He mumbles in both confusion and awe. This person has to be something special if they're able to keep this place and it's wildlife protected from all sorts of threats.

Continuing their trek, they eventually stumble upon what appears to be a greenhouse of some sort. It's dome shaped, and pretty much entirely made of glass. They're a bit too far to really make out anything inside, though. Especially when the sun reflects off of it in a way that leaves them squinting.

"You're trespassing." A new voice suddenly speaks up, causing them all to whirl around with their weapons raised. There, leaning casually against a tree as they bite into a peach, is you. You're wearing a simple grey shirt and jeans, but what draws their attention is the black chord with a few animal teeth attached to it hanging around your neck.

Michonne steps forward, having been the only one to not pull out her weapon. "Are you the hunter?"

Your chilling gaze drifts over to her. "Depends who's asking."

"We need your help." There's a hint of desperation in her voice that has you quirking an intrigued brow.

Interest piqued, you hold out your hand holding the peach, allowing the fawn from earlier to come eat it. Once the peach is devoured, you gently pat the fawns head before moving away from the tree, beginning to walk towards the group. Their bodies tense, grips tightening on the weapons they have yet to lower as you grow closer to them. "Come. Let's discuss the details in my home."

The group all look towards Rick whose gaze is locked onto your back as you walk away from them towards the greenhouse. It takes a second, but he eventually puts his gun away with a terse nod, letting the others know that everything's fine for now. Him and Michonne are the first to follow after you, the others following with their guards still up.

As they all enter the greenhouse, their eyes immediately dart around, looking at all of the miscellaneous items you own. Their attention is drawn back to you the second you hold up what appears to be a pot of freshly brewed coffee. You tilt it slightly towards them in offering, but they all stare with distrust. Shrugging, you pour yourself a cup, making it just the way you like before taking a large gulp of it- seemingly uncaring of its scalding temperature.

“The coffee beans are freshly harvested. I grow them here.” You use your cup to motion towards an area of the greenhouse where various types of vegetation grows. “It’s not poisoned if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“How can we trust you?” The other woman in the group- Maggie- questions, her gaze harsh. You can tell just from looking at her that she’s been through a lot.

“You must already trust me at least a little if you’re here asking for my help.” You point out. They wandered into unknown territory- territory they would likely struggle to navigate or fight in- just to find you. So, on some subconscious level, they already trust you. “What is it that you wish to speak about?”

“We need help with a group.” Rick shuffles where he stands, obviously uncomfortable with asking a complete stranger for help.

“A bad group, I assume?”

“They’re called the saviors.” Maggie speaks, her voice a bit shaky as her throat tightens. “Ran by someone named Negan. He killed two of our people, one of which was my husband.”

“The saviors.” You repeat the name thoughtfully. They’re not a group you’ve heard of before. Then again, you haven’t really been in the hunting business since the world ended. This is the first time in a long time that someone is coming to you for something like this. “I assume you want me to kill this Negan guy?”

“Him and his men.” Maggie grits out, jaw clenched with disdain. “None of them should live.”

“And the location?”

You all continue to discuss the details for a while longer. They tell you about what Negan looks like, along with the descriptions of some of the people they’ve seen with him. They tell you everything they know. By the end of it, you agree to do as they ask. People like Negan are exactly the kind of people you used to hunt. And he seems like the perfect target for getting back into it.

Part Two

[dipperscavern]

was talking with @useralba, and in case anyone was wondering, jon snow loves hard. he doesn’t know how to love any other way.

jon's never been wholly accepted, but you accept and worship every part of him; including his last name. he can't help but lay himself at your feet. he literally doesn't know how to love without giving every part of himself to you. robb is passionate, yes, but jon is pure unbridled devotion.

he’s very pretty, strikingly so. his pouty lips, his soft curls, his back, his abs, yes — all parts perfect. but his softness. his gentleness. his understanding. his resilience. his protectiveness. he gives and he gives and he gives and expects nothing in return because he has never been given anything in return.

and i think the cave scene with ygritte is worth mentioning too. he could’ve done anything he wanted, but he chose to please her. and even so, he didn’t move her at all. didn’t ask her to lay down, didn’t manhandle her, he bent for her. he’d get on his knees before bending you to his will.

[waitingandwishing]

(Cross posted on Wattpad)

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“Let’s go over it again,” Grayson said firmly, her sharp eyes scanning the cluttered room. She adjusted her posture, her authoritative demeanor unwavering despite the disarray.

“You have to believe me. I didn’t do this,” Jayce pleaded, his voice cracking slightly as he gestured helplessly at the mess around him.

Grayson folded her arms, her brows knitting together in a frown. “Relax, kid. We know it was a break-in, but that doesn’t explain this.” Her gaze swept over the piles of unregistered items and mechanisms that didn’t belong in an ordinary lab. “There’s a lot of restricted items here, and I don’t see any permits. You wanna tell me how you got them?”

“Hey, hey! Be careful with that, please,” Jayce shouted suddenly, his panic redirected toward an enforcer who carelessly lifted a wooden beam off one of the blue crystals.

“I believe someone should have said that earlier,” Viktor commented, his soft yet deliberate accent cutting through the tension as he turned away from the chalkboard. “What happened here?”

Jayce let out a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose as if trying to ward off a headache. “Science, I guess,” he muttered, his tone both defensive and resigned.

“Last time I checked, science didn’t require illegal equipment,” Grayson shot back, her tone laced with skepticism. She pointed toward a particularly ominous-looking device nestled among the rubble.

“Nor was this approved by the Academy,” Viktor added, stepping closer. His limp was noticeable, but it didn’t diminish the air of authority he carried. “Who authorized your research?”

“It was an independent study… Who are you anyway?” Jayce asked, his tone shifting to irritation as he stared at the thin, pale man before him.

“I’m assistant to the Dean of the Academy,” Viktor replied coolly, his golden-brown eyes narrowing slightly, “Who it may serve you to remember is also head of the Council.” He leaned on his cane as he delivered the reminder. “He sent me here to ensure that anything dangerous is removed safely… Which, according to my list, includes you.”

“What?!” Jayce’s eyes widened in disbelief. “How am I dangerous?”

“Uh, that’s for the Council to decide,” Viktor said with a slight shrug, gesturing to an enforcer to move in. 

As the officer approached, Viktor’s attention shifted, his analytical gaze locking onto the chaos surrounding them. Something had caught his eye, a glint of metal among the debris.

Limping toward it, Viktor bent down as best he could, his thin fingers brushing against the cold surface of a small object. His breath hitched as he lifted it. ‘It can’t be…’

In his hands was a pocket watch, its metallic casing adorned with intricate filigree details. The center of the watch face displayed a celestial design, the deep blue background shimmering under the dim light. A radiant sun and crescent moon were etched delicately, their delicate rays intertwined in perfect harmony.

‘You’re like the moon, and I’m like the sun! Whenever I shine, everyone loves me! And whenever you shine, everyone thinks you’re beautiful!’ Viktor’s hand trembled slightly as he stared at the watch, memories flooding back. 

‘Y/N… It’s been years since I last saw you…’ His lips pressed into a thin line as he fought to suppress the emotions threatening to surface. ‘I wonder how you’ve been doing, mojí drahoušek…’

Sure, Y/N had been known for stealing things. In fact, the whole reason she and Viktor met was because she had stolen something from a few people! But… Would she really dare to steal from Piltover?

Was it fate that they’d meet again? Viktor wasn’t sure if he should be happy or guilty for the fact that they might meet again.

Straightening as much as his body allowed, Viktor pocketed the watch carefully. His expression was unreadable, but his mind was racing, consumed by the past and the implications of finding such a thing here.

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The enforcer threw Y/N against the wall with a force that knocked the air out of her lungs. Her back slammed hard into the rough, crumbling bricks, and before she could react, his hand clamped around her throat.

She clawed at his arm instinctively, gasping for air as her vision blurred slightly at the edges. His face loomed close, contorted with anger, and the veins in his neck stood out as he barked at her.

“Tell me who they were!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the empty alleyway. The metallic clink of his squad’s boots on the pavement was a chilling backdrop to his fury.

“I-I don’t know!” Y/N stammered, her voice raw with desperation as she tried to force the words out. “They were a couple of older people! H-Had green and yellow hair!” She winced as her back scraped against the wall when he pressed her even harder against it.

“Liar!” the enforcer snarled, his face inches from hers. The venom in his voice was noticeable, his hatred seething just beneath the surface. He shoved her further into the wall, grinding her shoulders painfully into the coarse surface. “You people are all the same. Liars, thieves, you’ll do anything to scrape by. Pathetic.”

Y/N’s pulse pounded in her ears, her chest heaving as she struggled to get even a sliver of air into her lungs. The pressure on her throat was unbearable, but she pushed past the terror and managed to rasp, “A-and who set that system u-up?!”

Her words, though faint, hit a nerve. The enforcer’s grip faltered for just a second before he released her completely, letting her drop unceremoniously to the ground. 

She crumpled to her knees, coughing violently as she clutched at her throat, trying to soothe the raw, bruised skin. 

Y/N barely had time to catch her breath before a sharp pain erupted in her side, his heavy boot connected with her ribs, sending her sprawling onto the filthy, rain-soaked ground.

“You dirty scumbags are worth nothing,” He spat coldly. The heavy tread of his and his squad's boots receded into the distance, leaving Y/N alone in the silence of the alley.

“Psst! Up here!” a voice hissed from above. Y/N tilted her head weakly, squinting through the blood and dirt smearing her face. She spotted Ekko crouched on the rooftop, his wide eyes glowing with concern as he waved her over. 

Her chest still heaving, she forced herself to her feet. Her entire body protested with every movement, pain shooting through her ribs, but she gritted her teeth and reached for the ladder.

“Are you okay?” Ekko whispered as she finally pulled herself over the edge of the roof. He placed a steadying hand on her shoulder, his gaze scanning the bruises on her face and the blood trailing from her nose.

“Yeah,” She croaked, her voice raspy and tired. “Just accidentally got pinned down by some of the enforcers.” She offered a small, strained smile that didn’t do much to hide her discomfort. “Ekko, the enforcers are looking for the rest of them. We need to get back.”

Ekko’s eyes widened, and he nodded solemnly. Without another word, the two darted across the rooftops, the wind biting at their skin as they moved. Y/N’s body screamed in protest with each jump and landing, but she didn’t slow down. They had to make it in time, there was no other option.

The Last Drop loomed ahead, its faint lights barely visible through the grime and smog of the undercity. They slipped inside through the roof, sliding into the dim, cluttered basement undetected. The faint hum of muffled voices reached them as they climbed onto the beams above.

Y/N scanned the dimly lit room, her sharp gaze immediately meeting Vi’s. Vi’s expression shifted to alarm as she noticed the blood on Y/N’s face and the bruises beginning to form on her skin. Y/N tilted her head, giving her a small, reassuring smile. She was okay, at least, that’s what she wanted Vi to think.

Her attention snapped to the sound of a creak. Powder was losing her balance, her foot slipping against the uneven beam. Y/N’s stomach flipped, her heart racing as she lunged forward, barely managing to grab hold of Powder’s shirt. 

Her fingers clenched tightly around the fabric, her other hand locking onto a beam to steady herself.

The faint light flickered ominously, then blinked out, plunging the room into darkness. A second later, the basement door slammed shut with an ominous thud. 

Powder gasped, losing her footing entirely and falling to the ground with a sharp yelp. 

Y/N dropped down after her, ignoring the protest of her battered body. Her boots hit the floor with a solid thud, and she crouched to help Powder up. 

Wiping the crusted blood from her face with the back of her hand, she straightened, her eyes meeting Vi’s concerned gaze.

“What happened to you, Y/N?” Vi asked, stepping closer. Her tone was sharp with worry, her brows furrowed.

“Enforcers happened,” Y/N replied flatly, her voice tinged with bitterness. She crossed her arms over her chest, wincing slightly at the ache in her ribs.

“Yeah! But she was a total badass!” Ekko chimed in, his face lighting up with excitement as he gestured wildly. “He was like, ‘Tell me who they were! You people are just liars and thieves!’ And she was all like, ‘And who set that system up?!’” He mimicked the enforcer’s gruff tone before switching to an exaggerated version of Y/N’s voice, grinning proudly.

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, the sound light but short-lived. It felt good, even if just for a moment.

The basement door creaked open, and Vander’s imposing figure filled the doorway. He scanned the room, his expression tense. “Are you all okay?” he asked, his voice calm but heavy with concern.

Vi stepped forward, her jaw tight. “No, we’re not okay,” she snapped. “They almost saw Powder. What if they’d taken her?” Her voice rose, her anger barely contained as she glared at Vander.

“No one is taking any of you,” Vander said firmly, his voice unwavering. “I won’t let that happen.”

“It’s already happening!” Vi shot back, her fists clenched tightly at her sides. “Y/N almost got her ass handed to her and sent to jail! You heard him, Vander. They won’t stop. They never stop. We need to fight back!” She slammed her fist into the wall with a loud thud. “And if you won’t, I will.”

Vander’s shoulders sagged, and he sighed deeply. “I’ve heard this kind of talk before,” he murmured, his voice low.

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Mojí drahoušek. Viktor scoffed at his own words, the ink smudging slightly as he scratched them out with a frustrated sigh. He leaned back in his chair, staring at the half-finished letter as if it could somehow write itself.

It had been years. Years since he’d seen her, heard her voice, or even allowed himself to think of her without that familiar ache creeping into his chest. Yet here he was, pen in hand, the words refusing to come out as smoothly as they once might have.

“It’s been a long time, Y/N,” He muttered, his voice low and tinged with exasperation. His fingers drummed against the table for a moment before his hand shot to his face, rubbing at the weariness that seemed to cling to him. “Of course it’s been a long time. You left her.”

What was he thinking? Ever since he stumbled across that pocket watch, it had been impossible to keep his thoughts from straying to her. 

Her eyes, that piercing gaze that could read him like an open book. Her smile, rare but unforgettable. Everything about her haunted him, a ghost lingering just at the edge of his mind.

Viktor dipped his pen into the ink pot once more, his grip tightening as he resolved to try again.

Dear Y/N,It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?

There are many questions I have to ask you. I would assume you’d think the same, though I suppose I have no right to assume what you’re thinking. I must apologize, leaving you was a mistake I’ve come to regret deeply. And yet despite the time and distance, I still find traces of you everywhere I go.

A lab partner of mine reminds me of you in more ways than one. The way he speaks, his stubborn determination to be right… It all brings you to mind. And then there are the smaller things.

The color olive green always makes me think of your cloak. I wonder, do you still have it? Or has it been discarded, like so many other pieces of our past?

You once told me we were like the sun and the moon, shining bright at different times. I told you we were more like two halves of the same coin yet didn’t realize that meant we were also destined to remain apart. The distance between us now feels so long, and I know it’s my fault. I let it grow. I let you slip away.

I found your mother’s pocket watch in the wreckage of my lab partners robbed lab. What a small world.

Magic and science… It's fascinating, isn’t it? The potential to intertwine them could revolutionize Piltover, though I can’t say the same for the Undercity.

I don’t expect to send you this letter. And if I do, I don’t expect a response. Nor do I expect you to act on anything I’ve said here. But I want you to know I’d like to return the pocket watch to you. 

I know how important it is, as a piece of your mother. Meet me in the Undercity, our old home. Perhaps in the alleyway where we first met. Where everything began.

This isn’t about closure for me; I’ve forfeited any right to peace of mind. Nor is it an attempt to make you remember me, I’m sure you already do. This is simply a transaction between old friends, nothing more. 

Afterward, we can go back to our separate lives. Though I doubt I’ll ever truly forget you, you have the choice to decide.

Love From, Viktor.

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[bellybuttonbooks]

I love you, part 1

Part two

Ekko x Fem!OC smut

SPOILERS AHEAD FOR MY EKKO FANFICTION, WHICH CAN BE FOUND HERE.

warnings: overly detailed smut, oral (fem! receiving), idiots in love, scars, loss of virginity

*Six and Momo are the same person*

word count: 6.4k

Six leaned back in her chair watching Ekko rearrange the items on the table. He had taken her to the safehouse after saying it was time for them to continue their inventing lessons.

"What are you planning for today?" she asked, noting his trance-like state as he shoved some gadgets to the back and pulled his aeroglider to the front.

He rummaged through his tool sack for the tools he predicted they'd need for today. "You're gonna help me fix up this glider."

"I am?"

He plopped down into the chair next to her and scooted it closer to the table. "How familiar are you with chem tech?"

"It's a chemical concoction that can produce energy, light, and heat. But it's also unstable due to its toxicity and explosiveness. As for the chemicals... I heard vaporized grey is used."

"Have you worked with it before?"

Six shook her head. "You can't use chem tech in the medical methods I use. I know you can use it to power prosthetics, but that would require knowing about mechanics and technology."

Ekko flipped over the glider to display its underside. He placed his fingers on the clear tubing that was stained internally with neon green, though chem tech wasn't actively running through them anymore. "It's how our gliders are powered. This one is an older version, since mine got lost in the canyon. It doesn't have the extension feature that the newer ones have. So, my plan is to add the extension, and... I also have an idea for an upgrade."

Six looked between the glider and Ekko. "Which is...?"

His face held a dose of smugness as he pulled a rolled piece of paper from one of the inner pockets of his coat.

Something gold and circular fell from the same pocket, colliding with the floorboards with a light thud before rolling.

Six looked down, seeing it roll into her boot and then tumble onto its side, where it wobbled on the floor until it came to a stop. She bent over and picked it up, turning it over too quickly to notice the design on the back, revealing a roman numeral style pocket watch.

She offered it back to him, but instead of taking it, he flipped it over again and held his hand over hers, temporarily hiding it from view. She looked up to discover he'd gone coy.

"I made it for you. I was gonna give it to you after I found a chain or something to attach it to, but I guess now's a good a time as any."

When his hand dropped from hers, she peered down at the watch's back, her breath nipping at what she saw. Carved in the metal was a delicately lined firelight bug and a bumblebee, the stencils filled in with green and yellow paint. She took in every chisel, every effort that he poured into this thoughtful gift. She ran her thumb along the cool metal, feeling the small dips from the carvings.

"Ekko... this is beautiful," she breathed out. She turned the watch over again and noted every detail. The font. The wispy design that framed the glass. The thin hour, minute, and second hands. And the Myosotis flower painted behind the numerals and clock hands, the petals painted in grey, but its centre painted yellow around the dial.

A fever crept its way into her chest, where it pulsated and bloomed, threading its way through every part of her. He made this for her. Spent time putting together the little pieces. Carefully engraved personable details.

All for her.

While thinking of her.

Ekko remained awkwardly quiet and still, examining her face for every minute reaction to the gift. He saw genuine awe, a gentle adoration shining in her eyes as she turned the watch this way and that to make sure she saw it in every angle. A smile played at the corner of his mouth.

I love her, he thought.

"I love it," she said.

He reached for her before he realized what he was doing, his hand curling along her jawline, hugging her face in his palm.

She turned her attention to him, her eyes gleaming.

"Good," he said, his thumb skimming across her lips so faint it left behind a tickle, causing her to part them. He collected some of the moisture between the seams of her lips, using it to wet them.

His face moved towards her so quickly she hardly processed his movements until his lips covered hers.

His eyes closed and his lips moved against hers with a gradualness. Slow and steady until it was red hot and incendiary. His hand dropped to her hip, the pads of his fingers gouging her shirt in attempt to inch her closer to him.

She felt his tongue sweep past her teeth then spiral around hers, slick and gliding. She reached up and gripped his upper sleeve as she drank him in, feeling a sudden thirst that could only be quenched by him.

Heat gathered in her lower abdomen, and he must've sensed it because he leaned closer before gathering her into his arms and standing without moving his lips from hers. Her arms circled around his neck to hold herself steady, the watch still in her hand, encaged under her fingers.

He pulled away and pressed little kisses to her jaw. "How far do you want this to go?" he asked against her skin, his breath turning to vapor on her flesh.

Her eyes opened and caught sight of his dreadlocks, rolling closed again moments later. She wanted him. Needed him. All of him.

"As far as it can."

Ekko's nose flared, his eyes shadowing over with desire. His response was wetter kisses that made their way back to her lips. He licked into her mouth and prod at her tongue.

The kiss was deep and delirious, silky and wet.

She returned his kiss until he pulled away to press his forehead against hers, squishing his dreadlocks between them.

He nuzzled her nose with his, eyes remaining closed as he unknowingly shared his face paint with her. "I'll take care of you."

She believed him.

He carried her up the stairs after manoeuvring her hair so that he didn't accidentally step on it.

She hid her face in his neck, eyelashes fluttering against the underside of his ear while she pressed timid kisses to his pulse point.

His grip on her tightened and he struggled not to stop mid-climb and pin her against the wall.

In the bedroom, he eased her down onto the old, scratchy blankets making the bed.

Her head dipped into the sole pillow, her hair flowing around her like chocolate and plum rivers that waterfalled over the edge.

He stood straight to pull off his coat, leaving it abandoned on the floor.

The mattress sank under his added weight as he joined her. He leaned over, pausing for just a moment when he noticed his white paint smeared across her nose. A slow smile formed on his lips as he leaned in, locking his mouth to hers once more.

Seconds into the kiss, she responded by matching his intensity.

Each smooth glide of his lips on hers fed the growing heat between her legs. It was a type of burn she hadn't felt before. Not even when they made out on his throne before he pleasured her. The scorch of emptiness. The ache to be filled. Filled by him.

His tongue fought its way into her mouth, where it explored like it hadn't ever before. Licking up her taste. Caressing her tongue. Punctuating his claim.

His hands sailed along her sides, fingernails catching in the rumples in her shirt. They trailed their way to the middle of her abdomen, the tips of his fingers teasing the top of her waistband. He kept them there, giving her time to stop him if she happened to have changed her mind.

She only kissed him harder.

He pushed past the waistband on her pants, then her panties, stopping only when he felt the start of her slit.

They groaned into each other's mouth when his middle finger slid between her folds, smearing through her collected wetness.

He ran the finger up and down her slit, rubbing against unparted folds, feeling her soft skin and slick arousal while listening to the pleasing wet sounds that it made.

Momo whined into his mouth, her arms rejoining around his neck to hold him close. She felt his finger press more firmly into her slit and slide upwards to stroke along the side of her clit. It started out slow but progressively grew more deliberate.

He swept measured circles around her clit, increasing the speed of his finger gradually, easing her into it, having learned from last time.

She moaned into his mouth, her sounds growing in urgency the more he touched her. The pad of his finger pressed directly onto her clit, and she cried. Something electric shot down her legs, numbing her feet and sending sparks up her spine.

He pulled his mouth away from hers, his lips wet from their shared moisture. "I've been dying to taste you again," he murmured and then pecked her lips before she could respond. Over and over and over, while his finger moved faster and faster and faster.

He kissed his way down her neck while shifting his finger lower. He teased her opening and toyed with her inner labia, building anticipation before easing into her. Just like before, her insides clenched against his finger. He couldn't wait to feel her around his cock instead. Tight, hot, and wet.

She whimpered, her body trembling while he nudged his finger in and out of her, her thighs trembling and rubbing together.

He pulled his finger from her and freed it from her pants. He leaned back, his lips parting from its unfinished trail down her neck to her shoulders.

Her eyes cracked open, which went wide when she saw him lick away her wetness that had dripped down between his fingers with one long stripe of his tongue. She swallowed, witnessing his eyes roll back and close.

"So fucking good," he said once he dropped his hand from his mouth, his eyes opening to reveal the haze casted across them.

She noticed his pupils had widened, his irises now more black than brown.

"Need you so bad," he ground out, his fingers dipping underneath her shirt just so. His gaze raked up her body, pausing on her breasts, then moving upwards to look into her eyes. "But only if you still want it."

This was beyond want. This was agonizing need.

"Please," she practically cried. "Please please—"

"Shh, I've got you baby."

A silent gasp fled her mouth at the nickname, fresh wetness spewing from her pussy from the word alone.

He lowered himself while his hands worked their way up, pulling her shirt with them. He stared at the bruise on her tummy, which remained painfully dark. "My poor girl..." He pressed feathery kisses around her navel. "So sorry I wasn't there to stop it."

Her breath fluttered and hitched at his tickling kisses and the new way he was talking to her. His words... his voice... she wanted him to talk to her like that forever.

Like she was precious to him.

Like he loved her.

Her body tensed then liquified when he licked a line up her tummy, tugging the rest of her shirt up at the same time until his hands reached the cups of her soft-pink bra. He explored the silky material with his hands, palming her clothed breasts, pulling another whine from her.

"Can I take it off?" he asked, pulling away once his tongue had reached the underside of her bra.

She peered down at him and nodded a yes.

He pulled back. "Sit up for me baby."

That nickname again. It sent simmering desire through her veins, infinitely multiplying her arousal. She wondered if he could tell.

She sat up, and he carefully pulled her shirt off her. Her hairs stood on end, the air cool against her newly naked arms.

Ekko dropped her shirt over the edge of the bed then took a moment to just look at her. He had seen the raised markings lining her arms before, but it was still painful to see again. His eyes fell closed for a moment and he exhaled slowly through his nose. She had gone through so much pain and was forced to carry the physical reminders of it everywhere she went. He would take care of her, this time promising it to himself. They would learn pleasure together. He would master her body, memorize her reactions and sounds.

When he opened his eyes again, he realized his quiet stillness must've caused her to feel insecure. She was hugging herself and looking away from him, unfallen tears pearling in her eyes.

"Mo... look at me."

Her eyes made their way to his and she looked at him through the blur of her tears.

"Please don't hide yourself. I want to see all of you. Every freckle... every scar... everything that you are... deserves to be loved."

Her bottom lip wobbled and she blinked, the tears finally breaching her waterline and rolling down her cheeks. His hands reached for hers, and with a gentle tug he pulled her arms from her torso. To her surprise, he didn't let go of her hands, instead bringing both of them up to his lips.

He pressed soft kisses along each of her finger joints, then her knuckles, the back of her hands. The further he kissed, the more he opened his mouth. His lips traveled up her arms, taking turns kissing each and every scar on both of them, determined to replace the pain they represented with love.

Each kiss caused her chest to stutter and her body forget the feel of the bed underneath her, instead lost in the sensation of his wet lips.

Once his mouth reached her biceps, he pulled his face away and laced her arms around him.

She tangled her fingers into his shirt, bunching the fabric into her hands. She wanted to feel his skin on hers.

He moved closer to her so he could rest his chin on her shoulder, then his arms snaked around her in search of the clasp on her bra, where he struggled for a bit until finally it gave way, the straps going loose on her shoulders.

Ekko's chin lifted from her shoulder to lean back. He held her gaze while he pulled the garment down her arms. He dropped it onto the floor, paying no mind to where it landed.

He looked her chest all over, etching the sight of her breasts into his mind. They appeared to be a little less than a handful, round and perky, her areolas and nipples a few tones darker than the rest of her skin.

"Fuck..." His fingers twitched, his palms starting to sweat in anticipation.

She felt her nipples harden from the new exposure, sending goosebumps across the swells of her breasts that prickled their way across her torso and bled over her shoulders then down her back.

"So fucking beautiful," he said, practically a moan. His hands moved upwards to scoop the soft lumps into his palms. His teeth grazed his tongue when he felt her erect nipples poke his skin.

She released the quietest of moans when he squeezed them, her eyes falling closed, but would soon snap open again when he dragged his thumbs over her sensitive nipples. Her whole body shuddered, a deep-rooted groan forming in her throat.

"Lay back for me," he said, whispering the instruction and dropping his hands from her chest.

She nearly whined at the loss of contact. She laid back down, her ferocious hair already messy and getting everywhere, bunching behind her neck.

He leaned over her and kissed her desperately. Hungrily. He was starved for her. His cock had grown so rigid he thought it might've been the hardest he's ever been. His blood pumped with potent arousal, his heart racing. He needed her more than he ever needed anything before in his life. It was agonizing.

But he forced himself to hold back. Momo was fragile, both body and mind. He would rive himself apart before he allowed himself to be rough with her.

His hands were everywhere. Her sides. Her hair. Her arms.

He parted from her lips with a wet pull and sat back. He pulled the strap of his coveralls over his head and dropped it, a square metal chest plate unveiling underneath the front when it flopped and folded. He shed the metal sheet and then his shirt, dropping them over over the edge of the bed.

Her eyes drifted towards his newly exposed torso. She'd seen him like this before back when she treated him after he was poisoned, but never this close. His muscles were thoroughly hardened and defined, a ladder of abs climbing his abdomen up to his pecs. Her gaze drifted lower to the deep groove that curved over past hips and led down between his legs.

He worked hard for that body, years of training to build muscle and vigilante activity moulding it into what it was today. But that wasn't the only evidence of his work. His dark skin was carved with various scars, each of them different sizes and shapes, coloured different shades depending on the severity of the injury. She recognized some of them. The bullet wounds she had treated all those years ago.

He was gorgeous.

She felt bewitched.

He grabbed her ankle gently and raised it. He ducked underneath it so that he could settle between her legs, then released it down onto the bed next to him. He bent over her, his chiseled torso brushing against hers as his head traveled upwards. His chest pressed flush against hers, flattening her breasts against his hardened muscles. His forearms rested on either side of her to hold his weight up.

She placed her hands on his shoulders as soon as he was close enough to do so, the hand holding the pocket watch he had given her pressing the warmed metal against his skin.

He dropped his head and captured her lips once more. He kissed her thoroughly, his tongue delving into her mouth.

The tips of her fingers pressed into his shoulders as he ravaged her mouth, losing herself in the sensation. Her breaths were forced through her nose, every inhale bringing with it his musky, woodish scent.

Abruptly, the kiss slowed, his tongue retreating from her mouth. They kissed with just their lips.

Slow. Gentle. Soft.

A sensation caught in both of their chests, a blossoming, unravelling warmth that opened like the petals of a flower in the sun.

This wasn't just sexual attraction.

It was pure adoration.

Years in the making.

Each individual experience leading them to each other, their fates winding and braiding together.

This was right. This was good. And it was theirs.

Irrevocable love.

There but confessed by only one.

Could he tell how she felt by the way she kissed him back? Or when she gazed into his eyes? Could he feel it in her fingers on his skin?

His lips slid from hers, but wouldn't give her time to miss them before they pressed to her chin. He descended down her body, his mouth leaving behind kisses as he moved.

She jerked when she felt the hot wetness from his tongue dragging a slow trail from her chest and down her sternum, drawing a damp line between her breasts.

He paused there, and she felt his nuzzle his face between them.

Her chest rattled with a soft laugh.

He could feel it, and it prompted him to peek up at her, the sloppy remains of his face paint dragging a white trail between her breasts.

She ducked her head and met his gaze, his innocent eyes causing her to laugh again. "What are you doing?"

"You're so soft," he murmured, his words muffled by her skin.

She could feel his lips move as he spoke, and she bit the tip of her tongue.

He kissed the insides of both breasts. "...and warm." He repeated the action. "...and perfect."

Her face softened. Her free hand moved away from his shoulder and felt its way upwards. It paused at his right ear, her thumb tracing the side of it, then the cartilage down and to the pierced lobe. She lightly grasped the silver loop earing, the metal cool between her fingers.

"You keep saying I'm perfect... but I think that... you're the one that's... perfect."

His eyes widened, irises flickering.

She smiled down at him while her hand slid to the back of his neck, then up the faint fuzz of hair shaved close to his scalp. Her fingers explored the dreadlocks in his bun, careful not to get her nails caught in any loose, curly strands.

He didn't respond, instead pressing another kiss between her breasts. This time he ventured down, kissing his way down her tummy until her reached the waistband of her pants. He peeked up at her, keeping his lips on her skin.

Was he asking for permission? Again? She smiled once more and nodded.

He sat up and started removing the remainder of her clothes, starting with her boots. They landed on the floor with a thud. He pulled her pants and panties down at the same time then dropped them on top of her boots. He even took off her mismatched socks, pausing to stare at her toenails that adorned sparkly, apple green nail polish.

She wiggled her toes, and he smirked.

"Cute.”

He sat back on his heels and grasped her ankles.

She flinched when he kissed the soles of her feet, the sensation tickling.

He kissed his way up her legs, her legs sliding up his shoulders the further he went. He positioned himself so that his weight was being held up by his elbows, his hands running up and down the outside of her thighs. He nuzzled his face against her left thigh then pressed his mouth against the soft skin. He looked up, catching her gaze and holding it.

Her breathing quickened then stalled when his mouth finally met her folds, forcing a whimper from her throat.

He flattened out his tongue and licked a firm strip up her slit, starting at the very bottom and stopping at the top. He did this repeatedly while groaning out his pleasure at the taste, sending vibrations through her pussy and up her lower abdomen.

"E—Ekko—please—"

He groaned again, slightly louder this time. He caved his tongue and swirled the tip around her clit.

She twitched and trembled, his tongue sending electric currents shooting to her toes. She moaned out, her fingers curling in his dreads, creating a slight pull that made him groan once again.

His tongue slowly sped up, accustoming the sensitive nerves to the pleasure he was about to pull from it.

When his lips wrapped around her clit and he started to suck, her hips tensed and canted, trying to run away from the pleasure.

He grasped her hips and pressed them down, holding her still while he continued to work her with his tongue. The thought that he was doing this to her, bringing her this pleasure, causing her to writhe, felt rapturous. Euphoric. A type of high that could never be replicated by a drug.

Her grip on the watch tightened, fingers twitching. She cried and moaned, unable to stay still.

He let go of her hip on the left side to position his forefinger at her entrance. He pushed it inside then dragged it in and out of her.

"E—Ekko—I—I—" Her eyes rolled back, her jaw clenching and her eyebrows slanting.

Encouraged, he pulled his finger out then added his middle. He crept both fingers inside, feeling each internal ridge and crevice.

Her heels dug into his back, her throat straining with continuous moans and the roof of her mouth tingling.

"I—I can't—"

You can, and you will, he thought, not letting up. He curled his fingers, prodding at the soft, upper muscles.

She gasped raggedly then went abruptly quiet, her eyes slamming shut and her brow pinching. The warm and fluttery pleasure in her lower abdomen was almost done being wound up. She held her breath.

She came with a cry, her back curling away from the mattress and her thighs clamping the sides of his head.

He kept the same pace, riding it with her. Slickness flooded out of her, drenching his fingers and knuckles. He slurped and sucked.

Her orgasm faded, the pleasure on her clit replaced with rawness. Her body twitched as Ekko continued pleasuring her with his mouth and fingers. She whined in protest.

It was too much.

"E—Ekko I can't—"

Until it wasn't enough.

She moaned unexpectedly, a second orgasm approaching, much faster than the first.

"Fuck fuck fuck—"

Everything dulled, the only thing left being the sharp pleasure between her legs. She moaned and moaned, awash in sensation.

His name repeatedly fell from her mouth as she broke apart, but she couldn't hear herself.

Ekko pulled away only when he was sure she was done, sucking her clit into his mouth once last time, tugging on it as he withdrew to clean her up with his tongue.

Momo panted, her eyes rolling behind her eyelids. Her brain had gone numb, her body tingling.

His kissed each of her thighs then finally parted from her. He shuffled off the bed, standing next to it.

Her eyes opened, blinking slowly to clear her vision. She turned her head, finding Ekko standing instead of on the bed. Their eyes met and locked.

He held her gaze while unbuckling his toolbelt, letting it drop to the floor, the metallic bits and trinkets in the various pockets jostling and clinking at the collision. He kicked off his boots clumsily, one of them getting thrown underneath the bed accidentally, but he didn't acknowledge it. His thumbs hooked into the rim of his pants and stared into her eyes for several moments before pulling them down his hips with his underwear.

She looked away only when his cock was freed from the barrier of his pants, springing free and bobbing. It was slightly slanted, pointing upwards. His skin was darker around the base, growing lighter towards the tip. She thought he might've been above average in length and girth, if she recalled what she read in one of her biology books correctly. A band of skin connected his foreskin to the head, which was slightly rouge and peeking out of the dark sheath, a tiny slit at the very tip. Between his legs dangled his heavy balls.

She visibly swallowed and slowly looked up at the ceiling.

He stepped forward and picked up her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "You okay...?"

She closed her eyes, giving herself a moment before nodding and reopening them.

"It isn't too late to stop if you want—"

"No—No I don't want to stop. I need you, Ekko," she assured firmly.

He searched her face for any signs of hesitation but found only absoluteness.

She sat up slowly without pulling her hand free from his. She ogled his cock then blinked, averting her gaze to peer up at him. "Can I... touch it...?"

"It's yours to do whatever you want," he said softly.

Her heart glittered at his words, then burst when he slowly lowered her hand he was holding, guiding her until the tips of her fingers met the top of his cock.

She remained still at first, even after Ekko had released her hand. It was hotter than she expected, burning like a fever. Slowly, she ran her fingers along the length of the top. His skin here was velvety soft and raised with trails of veins, a sleave of flesh covering his rigid shaft.

Ekko's jaw stiffened at her fluttery touches. They were so light, he thought he might lose his mind if she kept it up.

Tentatively, she wrapped her fingers around it then stilled, peeking up at him to make sure what she was doing was okay.

His eyes were half lidded, his jaw set.

She moved, sliding her hand upwards then back down again, gaze dropping to watch her movements. She noticed the muscles in his thighs tense, becoming more defined.

"Does it feel good...?" she asked him.

His mouth opened and the breath he'd been holding rushed out. "It does." He reached up and thread his fingers through her hair, combing through the strands.

Encouraged by his words, she quickened her movements, pumping him up and down, watching his foreskin stretch back with each push then slackening at every pull.

His legs trembled where he stood, and he let out a long groan.

"Fuck—Momo—"

Her hand spasmed around his cock at his pinched tone, his arousal audible in his voice. She was doing this to him. She was making him feel good. The realization caused her pussy to ache with renewed yearning.

Her strokes were clumsy, and yet still felt so good. It was the first time he'd been touched like this by a hand that wasn't his own, and it brought a type of bliss that he wasn't able to feel on his own. He moved his hand from her hair then slid it across her cheek, caressing the side of her face and stroking her freckles with his thumb.

Her hand slowed to a stop at his touch and she looked up at him.

He gave her a small smile, his eyes soft with adoration. "Lay down for me." He felt her fingers twitch around his dick at his words. He reached down and grasped her hand, unraveling her fingers and dropping his own between them, pressing their palms together. He leaned down and snagged her lips with his, kissing her delicately.

She fell back until she felt the rough blankets against her shoulder blades and elbows, taking him with her. Her arm whose hand wasn't holding his folded around him, her closed fingers pressing into the center of his back as she continued to fist the watch.

They maneuvered until her head was resting against the pillow again, and he encouraged her knees to fall open with soft touches with his free hand, their joined hands resting beside her head, surrounded by wisps of her hair.

He crawled between her parted legs while their lips remained pressed together, his tongue licking at the seams of her lips once they were both comfortably settled.

She parted them for him and felt as he started to lick into her mouth. She felt a sudden heat poke her thigh, causing her to jerk.

He kissed her harder, hungrily eating at her mouth.

She whined into the kiss, and he wasn't sure if it was from impatience or something else.

She felt his lips curl into a smirk on hers before he finally pulled away.

"So needy..." he teased. But then his expression straightened out, growing more serious. "I don't want to hurt you Mo, so you need to tell me if something hurts, okay? I'll stop."

She viewed up at him silently. She remembered Belladonna mentioning it could hurt for girls the first time they had sex.

"But I don't want you to stop."

He stared down into her eyes, then exhaled an extended breath through his nose. "Just—promise you'll let me know if I'm hurting you."

"Okay..."

He leaned back and grabbed his cock, shuffling closer to her and looking down to watch it nudge her unparted folds. His teeth bit into the insides of his bottom lip as her slickness smeared onto his cockhead. He opened her slit with the tip and slid it up and down, collecting more of her arousal, the friction creating lewd wet sounds.

She tensed and whimpered at each glide through her folds, her pelvis quivering with anticipation. She wanted him to fill up her emptiness and stay there for the rest of time.

He pushed his cock down, notching it at her entrance, but when he tried to push forward, the head of his cock slipped on her wetness, missing her opening and instead gliding through the part of her folds and nudging her clit.

She twitched and let out a surprised moan.

"Sorry—" He tried again, his tip butting between her inner lips at her tight opening. He pressed forward slowly, breaching her entrance.

Every muscle in her body went tight at his intrusion, the girth of him putting demands on the work he'd done earlier with his fingers to open her up.

He kept a hold of his cock as if it might do whatever it wanted and ram into her if he didn't. He grunted through clenched teeth, her wet warmth a tight hug around the top of his cock as it tried to force him out. "So tight—" He fell forward, finally releasing his dick. He needed to be closer to her for this, feel her skin pressed against him. He dropped his forehead against hers and pressed soft, fleeting kisses to her lips.

Her thighs locked when she felt a resistance inside of her break way, her hand clamping down on his. Her lower abdomen burned with an internal fire and the air rushed out of her throat in the form of a whimper.

He came to a sudden stop at the pained sound and lifted his head to look at her. "Momo? Are you okay?"

"Hurts—"

His eyes widened and he started to withdraw in a panic.

"No—" She locked her legs around him, her heels digging into his ass. "Please—I want this. I just need a minute..."

His eyes fluttered closed, her movements causing her to impale herself further onto his dick. He released a tense breath, his eyes opening once more. "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

He leaned forward at her confirmation, kissing her. His freehand found its way to her cheek, his thumb tracing constellations on her freckles.

She kissed him right back, lips gliding against his, matching his gentleness.

After several moments, he pulled away and pressed his forehead against hers again.

"I love you, Momo..."

Her breath caught in her chest. Before she could properly process his confession or respond, his lips were on hers again.

He kissed her and kissed her.

And she kissed him.

He slowly moved again, tentative and leisure. He pulled his lips from hers. "Is this okay?"

She swallowed hard and nodded.

"You're so perfect..." Little thrusts at a time, he tunneled himself deeper, feeding her pussy with his cock, her muscles keening at the stiff intrusion, until finally, he met the end of her, their pelvises meeting.

Ekko stills, his whole body gone rigid from the consuming tightness clamped around his dick. He lifted his head just enough for their eyes to lock, where they both become transfixed by the absolute feeling of completeness.

Her insides twitched around him, his cock making her entrance feel like a burning ring.

Unbeknownst to them, all three clock hands of the watch secured in her hand came to an abrupt stop.

4:44.

He kissed her again, ravaging her mouth to distract her from the long drawl of his cock withdrawing as he pulled back.

She whimpered against his lips, then again when he shifted, rolling his hips and working his cock deeper as he thrust back into her. Then again, each gliding withdraw arriving slicker than the last.

"Fuck fuck—" he groaned out, lips ghosting over hers as he pulled away just so. "You feel so fucking good—"

She moaned and panted, their breaths swirling together as they both exhaled through their mouths.

The world outside of the safehouse stopped moving, gone still with the time. A phenomenon unnoticed by them.

"I—I don't know how long I can last—" he warned shakily, his hips already starting to tremble.

She squeezed his hand in response, and he squeezed hers in return.

His mouth strayed from hers to press kisses to her neck, which soon lowered to her chest. He pulled back slowly, his hand dropping from her cheek. He grasped her breast and gave it a light squeeze, his mouth closing in on her nipple. His tongue swirled around the hardened bud, wetting her areola.

She moaned, her pussy clenching around his cock.

He moaned on her nipple at the sensation, then switched breasts, sucking her other nipple into his mouth.

His thrusts remained maddeningly slow, each push and pull handled with considerable restraint.

Her moans died into a whimper when he pulled away from her chest.

He licked a pathway up to her neck, where he kissed and sucked, leaving behind little, darkened patches that brought back her moans.

He started to move just a little faster, tension building in the base of his cock. He raised his head to peer down at her with half-closed eyes, his mouth parted.

"You pussy—" His eyes rolled back and momentarily shut. "So good—" His nose bunched, his teeth grinding together, eyes snapping open again. "Shit—fuck—where—where do I—"

"Inside," she said, her one arm hugging him closer while her hand tensed within his.

He released an extended groan, his hips stuttering as he forced them to continue thrusting forward. His balls churned and drew tight, his cock twitching and convulsing inside of her.

She looked up at him in awe, witnessing the muscles in his neck visibly strain as he continued to plunder into her. His jaw fell open, a look of utter ecstasy consuming his face as he stared down at her. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

"Fu—Fuck!"

His thrusts started to jerk as he felt his climax rush up from the base of his cock to the tip and spurt outwards. He pushed out his release, spewing onslaughts of his cum inside of her. He groaned louder than before, his ears ringing and blood burning under his skin.

She moaned quietly, faintly aware of the new fullness he had pumped deep inside of her.

He fell forward, trying his best not to put too much weight on her. His chest heaved, his body slick with sweat.

The watch finally ticked.

4:45.

Rest of the fanfic can be found here.

Fanfic summary:

Shimmer is back.

Two years after the war with Noxus ended, a new gangster emerges within the undercity.

Daunter is a ruthless chem-baron who has reformed the city's drug empire. He refloods the streets with shimmer and gains the title 'Silco's Heir.

The Firelights are back in commission after two years of lax, taking down exports just like the days when Silco was still alive.

When the group arrives at an export and finds it already taken down with the barrels drained of shimmer, it becomes apparent that Daunter and his gang aren't the only ones they need to look out for. They had competition. Or... did they?

Ekko finds himself involved in a seemingly endless cat-and-mouse chase with another gang leader, a woman who moves like the wind. He wants to know what her motives are, but he has to catch her first.

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Ekko x OC | Slowburn Romance | Enemies to Lovers