#timebomb fanfic

[musaoculta]

Thanks to @beeandthescreen for allowing me to use her drawing for this cover, as soon as I saw it I knew it was the right one. I hope you like it a lot, the first chapter and I'm looking forward to write more.

CHAPTER ONE : CAPÍTULO UNO

[alba1221141]

My timebomb fics :)

Are we still friends? - a modern friends to lovers au

Die for me - True damage ekko/fangirl jinx

Neon moon - post canon mini fic

Bring me to life - vampire au

Consume - ceo jinx/secretary ekko

[ether972]

New Normal

Jinx and Ekko begin to redefine what they mean to each other, finding warmth and intimacy in a peaceful moment together. Post Season 2 Timebomb.

They don't kiss often—not because they don't want to, but because they never really figured out where they stand with each other. It took time after Jinx came back to Ekko, time to rebuild the fragile bridge between them. But there were fleeting moments—like the forehead kiss Ekko left her with that first night she showed up, after hours of talking, opening up, and piecing together what had actually happened, before tucking her into the treehouse's spare couch and murmuring a quiet "goodnight." Or the cheek kiss Jinx impulsively gave him when she got too excited after he helped fine-tune the flamethrower she'd been tinkering with for days. And then there was that kiss—innocent, but undeniably real—the one they shared on a night when Jinx was too deep in her head, spiraling over whether she even deserved the care and happiness Ekko gave her, after everything she'd done.

Those moments felt significant to her, yet unspoken. They didn't address what they meant, and maybe that was safer for them both. But lately, something had shifted for Jinx. The moments between kisses—the laughter, the teasing, the quiet moments of trust—felt more meaningful than the uncertainty of what they were waiting for. She didn't want them to be defined by fleeting, half-realized moments anymore, by kisses born from chaos or impulsiveness. She wanted them to know. To stand on solid ground together, not in the hazy in-between.

Ekko stood at the tiny counter of the treehouse's makeshift kitchen, cutting up vegetables with the steady precision he applied to everything. The air smelled of spices and sizzling oil, a simple yet warm contrast to the cold scent of Zaun outside. Jinx sat on the counter next to him, swinging her legs back and forth, occasionally reaching over to steal bits of chopped carrot and pop them into her mouth.

"Do you mind?" Ekko asked, shooting her a mock-annoyed glance. "You keep doing that, and there won't be anything left for dinner."

"Pfft," Jinx said, grinning mischievously as she grabbed another piece. "What are you gonna do? Stop me? I'd like to see you try."

"Oh, I will," Ekko replied, setting the knife down and crossing his arms. His eyebrow quirked, a playful challenge in his eyes.

Jinx leaned closer, her grin widening. "You're all talk, Mr Firelight. Bet you're too soft to—"

In a swift, precise motion, Ekko snagged her wrist mid-reach and lightly flicked her forehead with his other hand. She gasped dramatically, clutching her head like he'd just wounded her.

"Betrayal!" she exclaimed, her voice overly theatrical. "I thought we were working together!"

Ekko snorted, shaking his head as he turned back to the cutting board. "Since when is eating all the food before it's even cooked working?"

"Maybe your food's just too good," Jinx shot back, hopping down from the counter to stand next to him. She reached for another piece of carrot, but this time Ekko was ready, swatting her hand away before she could grab it.

Their banter continued as they worked together, Jinx bouncing around the small kitchen space while Ekko tried to keep some semblance of order. She'd stir the pot too vigorously, spilling broth onto the stove, or make dramatic commentary about the vegetables he was cutting. "Look at this carrot. Poor thing didn't stand a chance," she said at one point, holding up a slice like it was some fallen soldier.

But Ekko just laughed, shaking his head as he handed her a wooden spoon to stir with. "You're impossible, you know that?"

"You like it…" she quipped, winking at him.

He rolled his eyes, but the small smile tugging at the corner of his lips gave him away. "Mmhm,"

They fell into a rhythm, a natural back-and-forth that felt easy in a way neither of them had fully understood at first. For all their sharp edges and complicated histories, moments like this reminded them that they could carve out something soft, something new.

Jinx, stirring the pot with one hand, suddenly paused and glanced at Ekko. He was leaning slightly over the counter, focused on the task of slicing the last bit of onion. His brow furrowed just enough to make her smile—a little thing she noticed he always did when he was concentrating. The light in the room cast a faint glow on his face, and for a moment, she just… watched him.

It hit her, then, how far they'd come. From shared glances that carried years of pain to moments like this, where they could laugh and tease like they didn't have the weight of the world on their shoulders.

Before she could think too hard about it, Jinx moved. She set the spoon down and turned toward him, her movements quick but deliberate. Ekko barely had time to look up before she was there, her hand gently brushing his jaw as she leaned in and pressed her lips to his.

The kiss wasn't rushed or messy—it was soft and warm. It was a choice, clear and intentional, and that made it feel all the more real.

For a split second, Ekko froze, caught off guard, but then he melted into it, his hand coming up to rest lightly on her waist. The kiss lingered, quiet and steady, until she finally pulled back just enough to meet his gaze.

"Whoa," he said softly, blinking at her like she'd just short-circuited his brain.

"Whoa?" Jinx repeated, raising an eyebrow. "That's all you've got?"

"What was that for?" Ekko asked, still processing.

"I… well," Jinx said, her lips curving into a small, almost shy smile. "Every time we kiss... it's like one of us is falling apart, or we just catch each other off guard. I don't want it to be like that anymore. I just want this to be us. A new normal, you know? No more surprises, no more breaking. Just… this."

Ekko stared at her for a moment, her words sinking in. Then, a slow, genuine smile spread across his face. "A new normal, huh?"

"Exactly," Jinx said, her grin growing wider, a spark of her usual energy returning. "Besides, you should've seen your face. Totally worth it."

"Doesn't that kinda defeat the point of no more surprises?" Ekko teased, his voice warm as his hand lingered on her waist. "But for the record… I'm good with this being our new normal."

Without hesitation, Ekko closed the space between them, pressing a quick, tender kiss to her lips. It was soft but certain, carrying all the warmth of his words. Jinx remained rooted where she was, her grin spreading wider as happiness lit up her eyes.

"Good," Jinx said simply, giving him a playful shove before grabbing the spoon again. "Now, keep chopping. Dinner's not gonna cook itself."

Ekko chuckled, shaking his head as he picked up the knife. The warmth of the kiss still lingered, but so did the ease between them—their laughter, their rhythm. Maybe this was their new normal. And honestly? He couldn't think of anything better.

[kekahistuff]

📜 . . . paris para dois — fanfic por nurse-ophelia

— design por kekahi

fanarts: xganyunn / alrunami

• em caso de inspiração, credite.

[powvlet]

Timebomb Beauty and the Beast au but Jinx is the beast and Ekko is belle.

[tasteoftheforbidden]

Whatever theories Sevika had about the resistance’s mastermind were thrown out the window at the sight of white dreads at the end of a long wooden table. “You’re… Benzo’s kid.” She said it more to herself than to anyone else in the room.

“The name’s Ekko. In case you’ve forgotten in your old age, Sevika.” He nodded at Scar who moved to leave the room.

What. The fuck?

The head of the operation… was that snot-faced kid Benzo kept doting on back in the day? The scrawny little child who didn’t even reach her hip? The sassy little shit who always gave her attitude for no fucking reason? The whiny brat who walked like he owned the place when he was barely three feet tall?

“Scar says I can trust you.”

Chapter One of Not My Problem posted on ao3.

The Firelights/Timebomb arc we didn't get to see in Arcane season 2.

[wisegirl25]

Okay y’all who would be interested in reading a fic with this premise

“Ekko, the Angel of Time and Community has been tasked with one job. Find the Devil’s right hand woman, Jinx, the Demon of Chaos and Destruction, and figure out why Angels have been going missing as of late. Sounds simple, right? Wrong. One botched spy mission in Hell later and Ekko is injured and about to be discovered for what he really is.

That’s when he meets her. Her name is Powder, and she introduces herself as a low-level Demon of Vandalism. She offers to help him out, on one condition. She wants a way into Heaven to speak to her sister, the Angel of Creation and Protection.

Ekko agrees, he can’t mess up this job. But what happens when he and Powder begin to regain memories from their time as humans and secrets begin to unravel…”

[beforetimes]

MANGO DRIPPING

The last way Ekko expects to spend his summer is in the car of a girl he hasn't known for five years, roped into a rescue mission for her older sister.

— a modern setting, road trip au where ekko hasn't seen jinx for five years when he suddenly gets a call asking him to drive about 2000 miles across the usa to get to vi, who apparently didn't die in a fire he's been blaming himself for ten years ago. ft grief and picasso sneaking into the narrative while i wasn't looking. link here!

[fandom-reader]

Do any of you know a fanfic where we keep most of Arcane S1 plot, except a different ending for tea party - Silco lives but Jinx still destroys the council? Wouldn't mind the plot being Silco still fighting for Zaun independence his way, perhaps finding a way for different under city groups to work together for it? Timebomb included - that would tick all of my needs!!!

[dreamyrainland]

18+ MDNI

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Pleasures of the Flesh

Timebomb vampire AU smutfic ♡

Content warnings: vampire sex, human/vampire sex, blood kink, blood drinking, biting, inaccurate blood loss, Ekko gets drunk on Jinx's blood, Jinx goes by Powder, penis in vagina sex, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, squirting, rough sex, praise, a lil degradation, begging, wild and desperate sex, multiple orgasms

Word count: 4775 ♡

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It had been weeks. He was just gone. Powder, understandably, was going crazy. People going missing was nothing new around here, nobody was willing to help look for him no matter how much she begged. Everything had been drowned in rain since he left, like the sky knew exactly how much she was hurting and felt the need to amplify it, turning everything into a muddy, slippery mess. She was restless, only sleeping when her weight threatened to give way under her and her vision turned blurred and fuzzy. 

She had just woken up near the evening and grabbed a big oversized hoodie to put over her top and jeans. She needed to look again. Her Ekko was out there somewhere. She didn’t bother wearing anything particularly weatherproof, nothing mattered if she didn’t find him. She didn’t care if she got wet, didn’t care if she got sick, she just needed to get back out there as soon as possible. 

She had searched the town and the nearby woods top to bottom and decided it was time to climb over the chain link fence into the private woodland on the outskirts of town. She would be shot if she was caught, she knew that, but it was worth it if she could find him. 

The rain continued to hammer down as she trudged forward, sticking her hair and her clothes to her skin, making her shiver. She found herself crying desperately, weeping and weeping the same as the clouds when she realised there were no footprints or any other sign of human life nearby. 

Focus. Now isn’t the time to get worked up. 

Powder swung into a small clearing and found a little bungalow, half of the windows were boarded up but it was stable. It was stable and empty. It was the perfect place to catch her breath, calm down, and refocus before moving forward again. She half ran, half stumbled up to it and pulled at the door handle, it didn’t budge. Of course. Just as she reached for her bundle of tools, tucked away inside her jeans, the door clicked and creaked open, forcing her gaze back upwards. She froze.

“Powder?”

Her eyes widened at the figure standing in front of her. Perhaps her tiredness had brought forth a hallucination just to fuck with her. She didn’t care. She really didn’t care. She launched herself forward into his arms and began sobbing into his chest, clutching him painfully tight in her delirium.

“What happened? Where did you go? How could you leave me? How could you— Why?”

He didn’t hug her back, he just stared behind her, eyes distant as if he was trying to focus on anything but the sodden girl clinging to him like he might disappear into thin air if she couldn’t feel him anymore.

“You’re soaked. You’re gonna get sick out here dressed like that,” Was all he said.

He backed up into the entryway and she stumbled after him, refusing to let go. He led her into a small room with a bed and pointed to a drawer next to it, telling her that there were dry clothes in there she could wear. Ekko watched with a pained expression as she undressed and towelled herself off, noticing the way her limbs were clearly weighed down by exhaustion. 

“I’ll light a fire,” He turned around.

Always so considerate…even when he seems to hate me.

“Why did you go? Please just tell me,”

Ekko shifted uncomfortably, hand resting on the door handle, clearly trying to put as much space between them as possible.

“I—” He sighed heavily and faced her again, pulling down the collar on his shirt to show two puncture wounds on the junction between his neck and his shoulder, “I got bit, Pow,”

“So…what? You’re a— a vampire or something now?” Her mouth curled into a disbelieving smile as if the very words coming from her mouth were a joke, some ridiculous fucking joke.

“If that’s what you wanna call it,”

She stared incredulously, unable to find words, but she didn’t question any further, sleep dragging her under only seconds after settling herself under the blanket.

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Powder’s eyes drift open to meet the dim light of the morning sun creeping through the wooden planks covering the windows. It's early, the birds haven’t even started singing yet. She groans and then freezes, realising that she isn’t in her own bedroom. She scoots back, sitting up against the headboard and looks down. These are Ekko’s clothes. Last night wasn’t a dream, or at least part of it wasn’t. She found him.

She walks out of the room, her body forgetting all symptoms of sleepiness in her determination, looking for proof that he really was here. She finds him in the living room, staring out of a gap in the window. 

“You’re really here…I can’t believe I found you, I was looking for weeks,” She stares at his still figure, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I couldn’t risk hurting anyone. I couldn’t risk hurting you,” Ekko turns to face her, keeping his distance from across the room, “You have no idea how much restraint it took last night not to fucking— not to fucking kill you, Powder. I haven’t fed since I turned, I can’t do that to someone, especially not you. I love you but, fuck, you need to leave,”

“I’m not going anywhere! I just found you again! I don’t care if you hurt me, I need you, Ekko. You can’t just tell me to go, not after everything,” Tears well up in her eyes and threaten to fall at the way he tries to keep away from her. 

She moves closer, backing him slowly up against the wall. 

His breath is cold on her skin, his eyes desperate and hungry as he looks at her wilful expression. He forces himself to look away as her scent washes over him, activating every primal instinct in his body.

“You need to go before I sink my fucking teeth into you,” His voice comes out strained, every nerve feeling like a live wire under his skin.

“Please don’t do this to me…”

His breaths become sharper as she gets closer, caging him in. Her lip trembles as she notices the way he avoids her. A man with so much love and tenderness for her ignoring her as if their souls were never intertwined.

“I’m serious, Pow. I can’t, I need to kill you. I’m fucking starving,” 

A tear slides down her cheek as she reaches for his face, brushing her fingers against his cool skin, “Please, Ekko…Please I—”

She loses her words as he grabs her wrists and shoves her against the wall, flipping them around. She yelps in pain as her back hits the brick and his fingers dig into her wrists with far too much force.

“I’m dangerous Powder, look what I’m doing to you,”

“I don’t care. I don’t care. I still need you. I still want you,”

He’s slowly beginning to lose control being so close to her, breathing her in, basking in her warmth. The delicious noises she makes when he forgets his own strength reminds him that he’s nothing but a predator and he finds himself unable to resist wondering how she might taste, how she might satiate his unending thirst. He loosens his grip and brings her hand towards his face, brushing his lips against the inside of her wrist. Her pulse beating softly under her skin makes him groan quietly. She’s alive. She’s alive and she’s everything he needs right now.

“Please, Ekko,” she says softly, gazing up at his crazed face with all the love and fear in her heart.

He crashes his lips into hers, holding her face with both hands. There’s fire and passion in the way their bodies meet, both needing to be close to each other. He tastes her tongue on his, wet, messy, and perfect. He needs to get closer. His hands travel down her body, pulling at her waist, making her gasp into his mouth. He’s pinning her against the wall, a leg easily sliding between her thighs. 

She bites down on his lip and tilts her head back, grinding against his thigh, needing more. She’s desperate, she’s been missing him for so long and wants nothing more than for him to have her in whatever way he wants. 

He presses his lips to her jaw and works downwards, darting his tongue out and reveling in the taste of her. He sucks the skin of her neck into his mouth, listening to the way her breathing hitches at the new sensation. More. He mouths emptily against her neck until he feels it. The rush of blood hammering under his lips. Warm. Fresh. Blood. He freezes. Everything in him is telling him to stop but—

He snaps.

His fangs sink into her pale flesh on instinct and he doesn’t let go. He pulls the punctured skin into his mouth and drinks ravenously as she squeals and squirms above him. He uses his palm to push her head up, keeping her neck bare for him. The struggle lights a fire in him and dark clouds dance at the edge of his vision as he feels himself falling and falling. He forces himself to pull away, bright, scarlet liquid dripping from his chin as he brings himself to face her. 

“I love you,” she whimpers.

He’s dazed, fighting between continuing to drain her and leaving her, letting her live. He wants her so badly. His entire being aches for her, despite knowing how he can rip her apart.

She pulls him in, kissing the blood on his lips, smearing her essence across his body as she licks and kisses down his neck. She fumbles with the buttons on the too big shirt that she wears, letting it slip off her shoulders as she continues covering him with bloodstained kisses. She reaches for her bitten skin and brushes her fingertips over the blood trickling from it. Powder holds her hand up to his face, staring expectantly into his hungry eyes.

He guides her fingers into his mouth, licking the pads gently, savouring the rich taste of her blood as he cleans her. Her hand slips back down to hold onto his shoulder and his body burns at the lingering taste of her and the feel of her bare torso pressed into him.

“Powder…”

“You can have me. You can have me however you want,” She moves her hips slightly, further increasing the friction between his thigh and her aching, empty, cunt, “Please,”

“Fuck— fuck I— you don’t know what you’re asking for—”

“Use me,” Her eyes glint wildly as she grips onto him, refusing to let him go, “Drink me, fuck me, hurt me— I— kill me— I don’t care,”

And he’s sending her back into the wall again, forcing his mouth onto hers, drinking in the intoxicating smell of her blood that remains on her body. 

She moans into his mouth, pulling his hair, pulling him closer. All she can think is that she needs him inside her in every single way possible. 

He drags his teeth over her bottom lip, slicing into the soft flesh, spilling the warm liquid into both of their mouths. The metallic sweetness spurs him on, drenches him in his newfound addiction. His arousal heightens with every sweet noise she lets free as he laps at her tongue. He finds himself grasping at her breasts, rough thumbs rubbing over her sensitive nipples. He’s never felt so drunk in his life.

“I need you, I need you, please,” she pants into his ear, whining at the way he squeezes her too roughly, far more than he would ever consciously let himself.

His vision seems to blur at the edges as he scans her body, red marks and bruises covering her neck, a bloody bite mark that’s since closed itself off, the pink splotches littering her skin from the way he had been touching her. He watches her chest heave, hears the way her heart thunders inside her ribcage. His eyes wander further, seeing the way he has his thigh pressed harshly against her throbbing centre. He eyes his boxers that she wears, they hang off her slim hips pathetically, allowing him a glimpse of soft, blue hair trailing down her lower abdomen.

“Fuck, pretty girl, look at you,” He slides his thumb under the waistband teasingly, “I shouldn’t’ve left, I wouldn’t’ve left if I knew you were this desperate for me. You need me? You need me this bad?”

She nods furiously, bucking her hips against him in her fervour.

He holds her chin between his finger and thumb and moves her head to the side, kissing up the other side of her neck roughly. He pushes her briefs down as he grazes his teeth across her throat. He bites into her once more, loving how he has her trapped with nowhere to go as he swallows her in. 

Powder lets out a small surprised squeak as he lifts her body against the wall, hooking her legs over his hips and pushing his clothed crotch into her bare pussy. She trembles against him, pained, pleasured gasps spilling from her lips as she pulls him closer, begging him to satisfy himself. She fumbles with the hem of his shirt, needing him to be bare for her. Her hands freeze in place as she accidentally pushes herself further into his mouth in her blind attempt to strip him. She feels his teeth rip deeper into her throat, making him growl against her, her blood flowing freely over his tongue.

He draws back sharply, taking in her flushed face. He feels stronger now. His senses sharper. He acts on pure impulse, painting her blood onto his fingers with his tongue before trailing them down her body. She shivers under his delicate touch. He teases his fingertips through her slick folds, creating a filthy mix of blood and arousal over her sensitive skin. There’s something about the way she bucks her hips against him, the way she drags her nails over the skin of his neck, wishing she was inside his very flesh, that has him wanting, no, needing more. He needs to undo her, to hear every little sob and whimper, to see her pushed over the edge as he takes and takes. Everything but her is hazy, nothing could ever matter more than this perfect moment, this perfect balance between predator and prey, devotion and obsession, between pain and pleasure.

She lurches forward, capturing his lips against hers once more, lips moving rhythmically the same way her hips do. She moves lower, nails digging into his skin as she starts to kiss his neck and jaw. She takes in the salty taste of his skin and lets out a quiet gasp as Ekko easily slips a finger into her, all the way down to the knuckle. It doesn’t take long for one finger to turn into two, the feeling of the pads of his fingers massaging her sensitive inner walls forcing her to bite down on her lip and bury her face in the crook of his neck.

The longer Ekko goes without the taste of her on his tongue the more he feels his self control slipping from his grasp, he could bite her again so easily and she would let him. She’d let him do whatever he damn well pleased to her and maybe the rational part of him should be worried about that. Unfortunately, the rational part of Ekko had long since been buried, now drowning under hunger and lust. Here he was with the love of his life helplessly pinned between him and the wall, his fingers buried deep inside her while she shakes and whimpers. The way he holds her up feels effortless, his muscles don’t burn from exertion anymore and a newfound strength courses through him each time the monster in him breaks free and rips into her, flooding him with sweet, hot, blood. Her moans and cries of pleasure twist and tangle the wires in his head, crossing over and melting together desire and thirst. He can’t get enough.

Ekko finds himself stumbling backwards, holding Powder in his arms securely and laying her down on the sturdy wooden dining table near them. He can’t rip his shirt off fast enough when he sees the way her face contorts at the loss of contact with him. Then he’s in between her legs, kissing up and down the soft flesh of her thighs, worshipping her body the way she deserves.

“Bite me,” Her chest heaves as she props herself up on her elbows, “Ekko, I need you to bite me,”

He doesn’t hesitate, not this time. His teeth find her pale skin as he draws her leg closer to his face and he rips into the meat of her thigh, delighting in her quiet, pained squeak the second blood starts flowing down his throat.

Her body trembles slightly as she lays back against the hard wooden surface. She lets him have his fill, loving the quiet fuzz that begins to cloud her mind the more he takes from her. Powder pulls one of his hands resting against her unbitten thigh and places it against her wet, needy heat. She presses her own hand on top of his as she glides her folds over his steady palm. He’s not the only one who can take.

Ekko groans into her flesh, drinking, drowning in her. The coppery liquid, hot on his tongue, makes him drunk, so fucking drunk. He barely notices the way his cherished victim ruts against his hand, working herself towards sweet release despite dancing between life and death itself. He slowly, slowly drags his lips away from the open wound, up and up her thigh, deep, brown eyes settling on pale, lust-filled baby blues. He pushes his palm against her harder, watching the way she seems to slip further and further into debauchery. He chuckles, the sound dark, dripping from his throat, and only then does he snatch his hand away from her. He watches the way she shakes, the way she chases his touch like it’s the only thing keeping her grounded. He pulls her towards him, spreading her thighs, perfectly exposing her dripping cunt to his prying, hungry eyes.

“You couldn’t wait? Had to get yourself off while I drink you dry?” he growls, cold, fiery breath fanning over her slick core.

“Need— need it—” She reaches a trembling hand between her legs, trying to find something, anything to soothe the painful ache that wracks her body.

He catches her wrist effortlessly and pins it down by her side, “So desperate…let me take care of you, sweet girl,”

His tongue darts out and barely slips over her pulsing clit, laughing to himself as she whines, all high-pitched and broken, and tries to drag him closer with her legs over his shoulders. He’d love to tease her, unravel her until she’s begging and begging him to fuck her. He’d love to break her, make her cry, all needy and wet, dripping and dripping just for him. How he’d love to make her wait so the only thing she can think of is him, him, him. He shakes his head, a more patient, less blood-drunk, more human Ekko would indulge these thoughts but now? Seeing her all fuzzy and hazy, ripped and torn open, bleeding and dripping just for him? He wants nothing more than to ruin her, wants to get higher and higher, lost in blood and lust, wants to just slam into her and make her forget everything she knows. 

“Tell me you want it, tell me how bad you need it, right now. Please, Powder,” His voice comes out wrecked and fractured, on the verge of collapse, holding onto the very last strings of self restraint.

She nods and nods, hands shaking, reaching for him, arching her back, making her tits bounce invitingly, “Need it— need it right now. Please, please— ughn— please, Ekko, please—”

“Fuck…such a good girl. Such a little slut for me, aren’t you?”

She whimpers in response, biting down on her already bruised lip. 

“Yeah,” He guides two fingers into her tight, wet hole and curls them, hitting that gooey, sensitive bundle of nerves just right as he wraps his crimson stained lips around her beating clit.

He doesn’t bother warming up, immediately pumping his fingers in and out, licking up the mess he makes of her as he goes. He sucks her clit into his mouth, working his tongue over it, working to make her cry out and try to push his head away. Her hands are weak and shaky as she smacks them against his head, only serving to make him groan against her and pick up the pace, melting her into the table, dizzying her mind more and more. Ekko thanks whatever fucking god is out there that they’re basically in the middle of nowhere with the way that she’s screaming and sobbing as wave after wave of pleasure assaults her body. Her pussy spasms around his fingers and he imagines being inside her, stuffing her full of his cock, and pounding, pounding into her. 

He pulls his fingers out of her suddenly and he’s swiping them over her clit, rubbing the sensitive little nub until her voice breaks and her whole body goes still. He raises his eyebrows, smirking at the way she trembles and gasps for air as she comes. She looks so vulnerable like this. He sinks his teeth into her soft, pale thigh again, pulling her close, sucking the blood down greedily as she starts to go limp against him. 

Her desperate gasps turn into soft little moans as she cards her unsteady hands through his locs, “Drink me— drink a-all of me, baby…”

“Tastes so good,” he hums, “Think I’m addicted to you,”

Blood drips from his lips as he examines her perfect form, he can see everything. Her chest rises and falls softly, slowly lulling her into an endless unconscious. Purples and pinks adorn her flesh like carefully picked flowers. Red seeps into white, staining and branding everything it touches. Evidence of pleasure slicks the plush skin of her inner thighs, mixing with slowing crimson weeping from her wound. She’s delicious, delectable really, her whole form flawless and worthy of worship. What better way to worship a perfect being than to ruin it?

He rises, carefully letting her legs slip off his shoulders. Reaching down and unbuckling his belt he glances up at her flushed face. He pulls his cock out, too focussed on needing to be inside her right now to even think about bothering to shed the rest of his clothes. 

Her bitten lip trembles with need, eyeing his every move. She gasps as he coats his already wet tip— leaking precum— in the pool of arousal between her legs. The head bumps into her red, swollen clit over and over, leaving her breathless and whining. All she can think is that she wants more. Her shaky body betrays her attempts to force him inside, her muscles too weak to really move, her being seemingly one with the hard, unyielding surface below her.

Firm hands grip and caress her waist, desperation giving way to adoration, “You’re so perfect like this, my love,”

A silent plea falls past her lips as he slips into her. He fills her much the same way she filled him, leaving her dripping and soaked, feeling deliriously drunk and robbed of control. He seems to stretch her out forever, her pussy spasming and fluttering around him like her body can’t decide whether to suck him in further or stop him entirely. She watches through half-lidded eyes as he sinks further and further into her wet, hot cunt. Her fingers furl and unfurl shakily, reaching to grasp something— anything— to ground her against the feeling of white-hot pleasure that courses through her with each inch he feeds into her. 

“I’ve got you, baby,” He laces his fingers into hers, his grip reassuring and steady, “Just lie back and feel it. Let me have you, let me make you feel good, baby,”

Powder nods, clinging to his hands as he moves inside her. 

His cock grinds into the softest and most sensitive part of her again and again, gliding past it, pushing into it, pushing her further and further into the abyss. The taste of her weaves itself into his tongue, embedding itself into the electricity of his body as he fucks into her. He shudders as he speeds up, his hips slapping against hers, her body feeling so raw and real as she wraps around him. Her tight, slicked pussy seems to drag him in faster, harder, rougher as he begins to lose himself in her. He forgets where he begins and she ends, feeling as though he would be nothing without her. He slams her hands down by her sides, reaching to hold her wrists down instead of tangling their fingers together. 

She’s crying, tears dribbling down her cheeks, her head far away, mouth gaped open, letting the most wrecked sobs and moans spill from her throat. It’s too much. It’s not enough. It’s everything she needs and everything she wants all at once. Everything is so fuzzy as the pleasure ruins her body, digging itself into every fibre of her being until she’s wrecked and broken.

Ekko uses the leverage he has on her wrists to fuck harder, harder, hammering into her soaked cunt until he’s dizzy. He feels himself getting close, throwing his head back and feeling the way she clamps down around him, her bloody, bitten body unable to do anything but give in to the way it instinctively reacts to his cock dragging against her heated, oversensitive walls.

“Fuck— fuck, pretty girl— look at you taking my dick so well,” he growls, sliding a hand over her body and using the other to lock her leg tighter around his waist.

She wails pitifully, arching her back at the feeling of his fingers teasing her stiff nipple, groping over her small tit as his eyes rake over her pathetic form, moulded like putty underneath him. Powder reaches a quivering hand between her legs and grazes the pads of her fingers over her clit with a feather-light touch. The pressure sends icy-hot threads of electricity through her body, stirring the oncoming release twisting deep in her gut.

“In— inside— want it—” she chokes out through each pant and moan that seeps straight from her chest.

He thrusts into her hard, eyes dark and hooded, gripping her dangerously, “You want my cum, sweet girl? Powder— Pow— fuck—” He groans, his voice cracked and ruinous, perfect, “Wanted me to drain you dry and fill you up with with my cum instead? You’re so good— so fucking good—”  

He drills into her, fucking with reckless abandon, pushing past the vice grip her cunt has on him as she continues to stimulate herself. 

Her pussy spasms around him, her body seizing violently and all noise and breath completely knocked from her throat. Her orgasm has her vision whiting out, each inch of skin trembling and shaking as she completely stills, forever stuck in the droves of pleasure that seem to knock her off her feet over and over, making her trip and fall further and further into pure bliss. 

Ekko knocks her hand out of the way when she freezes, rubbing tight, hard circles into her pulsing and twitching clit. He strokes and fucks in a tandem, going and going until he rips a wretched scream from the blue haired girl beneath him and she splashes hot, slick liquid all over his abdomen. He falls head first after her, slow and shaky thrusts releasing thick, pearly cum and filling her until it flows out around his throbbing cock. Panting from effort, he leans over her, hands smoothing over hers and up her arms, up her waist, grounding her and himself the same as they both fight to catch their breath.

Powder closes her eyes and lets her head fall back unceremoniously, a small, satisfied smile tugging at her lips as her chest rises and falls gently. She feels him pull her up, big, rough hands cradling her head and her back, holding her against him with a gentleness that only comes from pure love and devotion.

“My perfect girl,” he murmurs into her hair, kissing the top of her head.

[musaoculta]

she asked me if she was pretty

well, it’s clear that the girl’s a fraud

[alba1221141]

Ekko - are we still friends? (Modern timebomb AU)

Out now:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62833570/chapters/160875787#bookmark-form

[ether972]

A Safe Spot

Just Ekko and Jinx taking a nap together. Takes place sometime well after season 2. In my mind Jinx found her way back to Ekko after the whole "dying" thing... the details aren't important lol. Complete timebomb fluff because I literally need to see more of them.

Ekko was stretched out on the old, slightly lumpy couch, his arms folded behind his head as he tried to enjoy a rare moment of peace. The weight of the day hadn't quite settled yet, and he figured he had maybe fifteen minutes before someone—or something—demanded his attention.

But then, as if on cue, Jinx appeared.

Without warning, she flopped down on top of him, her full weight pressing into him as she made herself at home. Her cheek landed right on his chest, her arms loosely draped around his sides, and she let out a contented sigh.

"Jinx," he said with a half-hearted groan. "Seriously?"

"Shh," she muttered, squirming slightly as she tried to find the perfect spot. "I'm busy."

"Busy doing what?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, though he made no attempt to move her.

"Napping," she replied simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. She tilted her head slightly, her face now nestled against the crook of his neck. The warm puff of her breath sent a small shiver down his spine, and he could feel her body completely relax against his.

Ekko sighed in defeat, his hand instinctively coming up to rest on her back. "You do realize this couch is big enough for two people, right? You don't have to flatten me every time."

"But you're better," she mumbled into his neck, her voice muffled but unmistakably soft. "The couch isn't safe."

"Safe?" Ekko echoed, caught off guard. He tilted his head slightly to glance down at her, but all he could see was her blue hair spilling over his shoulder.

"Mmhm," she hummed, her voice quiet and almost shy. "You're safe. Like… I don't know. My brain won't shut up, and I'm always—" She stopped abruptly, her arms tightening slightly around him. "But when I'm with you, it's… different. Feels like I can actually breathe…"

Ekko's chest tightened, her words hitting him in a way he didn't expect. He didn't say anything at first, afraid of ruining the moment, but his hand began tracing slow, soothing circles on her back.

"You're safe with me, Jinx," he said quietly, his voice steady and warm. "Always."

She didn't respond right away, but the way she nestled even closer to him said enough. Her breath was warm and soft against his skin, her weight grounding in a way that didn't feel heavy at all. If anything, it felt… right.

"I don't remember when I started doing this," Jinx murmured after a while, her voice drowsy. "Laying on you, I mean..."

Ekko's smile softened, his hand continuing its slow, soothing motion along her back as her words echoed in his mind. I don't remember when I started doing this, she'd said.

But Ekko did.

Her words reminded him of that night—the one he'd never forget.

It had been a while ago now, in her old hideout, a chaotic mess of wires, explosives, and half-finished projects that mirrored her restless mind. She'd been standing on the edge of that propellor, a detonator clutched so tightly in her hand that her knuckles turned white. The sight had stopped him cold, his breath hitching at the sheer exhaustion etched into her face. She looked so small, so fragile—like a ghost of the girl he used to know. Her hair was cut, her eyes sunken, and when she glanced at him, the hollow, desperate look in them broke something inside him.

"Go away, Ekko," she'd rasped, voice cracking as if the words themselves cost her more than she had to give.

But he hadn't left. He couldn't.

After multiple attempts of his Z-Drive he finally managed to get her to listen. He sat cross-legged on the floor a safe distance away, talking—just talking. About anything and everything. His memories of Zaun, stories of their childhood, the ridiculous escapades they used to get into. He carried the conversation like a lifeline, hoping to pull her back from the edge she was teetering on.

Eventually, her grip on the detonator slackened. Her walls crumbled, piece by piece, until she was crying—sobbing—harder than he'd ever seen her cry. Between the broken gasps and hiccups, her words came spilling out in jagged pieces. About Isha. About Vi. About Silco and how "everyone who gets close to me dies, Ekko."

He hadn't known what to say to that. What could he say? He'd just held her as she cried, his arms tight around her as if he could somehow shield her from the ghosts that haunted her.

Eventually, her exhaustion had won. She'd laid her head on his shoulder, her breaths slowing, the tension in her body easing as sleep claimed her. Ekko didn't move, his eyes fixed on her face, taking in every detail—the faint streaks left by her tears, the way her lashes rested softly against her cheeks, the curve of her lips now free from their usual smirk or sneer. She looked different like this—quiet, calm, almost vulnerable. It struck him how rare this was, how long it had been since he'd seen her without the weight of everything pressing down on her. In that moment, she wasn't Jinx the loose cannon, the living storm. She was just her. Peaceful in a way he couldn't remember ever seeing before.

That night, as her soft breaths evened out against his shoulder, he'd made a silent promise to himself. Whatever it took, however hard it got, he'd always be there for her. Always. Even if she never believed it, even if she never asked, he'd stay. Because someone had to. Because he wanted to. Because beneath all the chaos and sharp edges, she was still the girl he'd once known, and he couldn't lose her again.

Jinx's drowsy murmur brought him back to the present. "I just… it's nice."

Ekko's lips curved into a small smile, and his hand stilled briefly before brushing through her hair again. "It is," he admitted, his voice soft. "Even if you're basically smothering me."

"Shut up," she grumbled, but there was no real bite in her tone. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, her nose brushing against his cheek so she could look at him. "You like it."

"Maybe," Ekko teased, though the warmth in his voice gave him away. His fingers continued their gentle path through her hair, untangling a few strands absentmindedly.

For a while, they just lay there in silence, the quiet hum of the room wrapping around them like a blanket. Jinx's breathing started to slow, her body growing heavier as she drifted closer to sleep. Ekko tilted his head slightly, resting his cheek against the top of her head. Her hair smelled faintly of gunpowder and something sweet, and he found himself smiling again.

As Jinx dozed, Ekko stayed still, his arms holding her securely against him. It wasn't often she let her guard down like this, and he wasn't about to ruin it. If being her safe place meant letting her sprawl all over him and nuzzle into his neck whenever she wanted, then he'd gladly be that for her.

After all, nothing in the world felt quite as right as this.

[lilymoonlily]

Timebomb fanfiction - now complete!

Like a twisted remake of the end of their last fight, Ekko steps in just as Jinx pulls the pin of a bomb – a more powerful, deadlier version of the bomb she’d used then to try and blow both of them up. He sees it happen nearly in slow-motion; her lonely silhouette in the middle of the fan blade-bridge, hair chopped short, head bowed; ripping herself to shreds before his eyes in a flash of bright blue and pink light. His hand yanks the Z-drive handle before he can even gasp, and green light flares out of it, undoing the pink and blue; Jinx’s pallid skin knits itself back together, the pin returns to the bomb and her dark Shimmer-pink eyes open back up, finger about to pull.

Eventual smut, lots of angst, hurt/comfort, and two traumatised young adults trying to figure out if and how they can make their way back to each other.

[allgreekbitch]

pls if you guys have any arcane fluff fics NOW IS THE TIME TO SHARE

[powvlet]

Currently working on a fantasy Timebomb AU where Jinx is a witch and Ekko is under a curse so he seeks out her help and she decides to help him only because she has ulterior motives and a curse of her own to break ..

It’s still in the making but I’m so invested in it 😋 will post more updates if anyone is interested