While it's still 2025, I thought I might do a little throwback to Lightcannon Week in June/July and put all this in one place.
Day 1: "Boogie with me Space Girl" (Space Groove)
Day 2a: "In Spirit's Whisper, We Are Found" (Spirit Blossom)
Day 2b: "By Dewdrop's Light and Bramble's Curse" (Faerie Court)
Day 3: "In Neon Flames, We Burn" (Empyrean)
Day 4: "Keep My Back from The Reaper" (Soul Fighter)
Day 5: "All's Fair in Love and Pâtisserie" (Cafe Cuties)
Day 6: "Splash your Heart on a Concrete Canvas" (ChromaCrash)
Day 7: "Slay it Ain't So" (Zombie Slayer)
Day 8: "What Glitters in Gunsmoke" (Crime City)
Links to individual fics in the list, or whole series below đ
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
This year's LC week was freaking incredible and I was privileged to oversee a ship week event that got us 180 fanfics in one go. It was incredible to see not just so many classic Lightcannon authors come out of their caves to do a full Week, but also so many new fresh talents join the community.
And so many people finished all 8 prompts! Which was bonkers. I was actually one of them, for the first time, and very proud of myself!
Unfortunately the one downside was that there were just....so many new fics to read in LC week that a few got lost in the flood. So I'm gonna give my LC week collection a shameless plug since they're some of my best work to date and just in case any of my regular readers missed them, here they all are!
My theme this year was "Skinlines", and all 9 entries (yep, I did an extra one, Faerie Court and Spirit Blossom were both too good not to do) are based on various League skinline appearances of Lux and Jinx! Wherever there wasn't a Jinx or a Lux in the skinline, I invented one!
This is a real all-you-can-eat buffet of different flavors, genres and moods! Whether you're up for silly but nostalgic retro romance, wistful and tragic folktales, whimsical adventures, apocalyptic doomed lovers, thrilling action, quirky cake rivalries, rebel street artists vs dystopian AI sci-fi, zany zombie splatter comedy or smoky, atmospheric film noir crime thriller, I've got you covered!
Enjoy! And please leave me some comments, I crave your thoughts on these skinlines and if you want to see more of them...or all of them! đđ
For Lightcannon, across all stars, in every single dream đđđŚđŁ
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At first, when Ekko had said he would come home to visit during True Damageâs tour break, Jinx had been excited. She hadnât seen her best friend in nearly a year, and despite the vip passes and flight tickets he kept offering her to come down and see him on stage, she continuously turned them down because her little crush on little man had only gotten worse when heâd joined the band and gotten that irresistible makeover.
She didnât want to blow her cover and risk ruining their friendship.Â
Besides, she had taken a job to help Vi with rent, and while she loved said job, she was a little nervous to tell more about it to Ekko. They grew up frequenting Cafe Cuties and if he knew sheâd ended up working there exactly like she would say at ten, he would find it adorable. And Jinx didnât want him to view her as âadorableâ; she wanted him to find her hot, cool, and mature.
More than that, she wanted him to use her like a toy, and thatâwell, Jinx didnât know how to look him in the eye when sheâd come all over her diary after writing such an entry last night.Â
And now that she's rereading it, trying to invoke some sense of guilt so she'll behave around him and not foam at the mouth, all she feels is heatâunbearable heat.
One more orgasm before he comes might ease her nervesâŚright?
Like muscle memory, she drops it beside her and reaches for the box beneath her bed to pull her favorite dildo out and the bottle of fake cum that goes with it, leaving the box abandoned beside her as well.
As she fills the dildo's pump-chamber with the white, creamy lubricant, her mind drifts off to his visit. Her stomach flutters at the thought of him settling back on that very bed like he always used to do, and tell her how life on tour is really like, show her songs he's been working on.
She suddenly feels a little intimidatedâquite strange when she's know him all her life, but her life seems so dull in comparison and she's not sure he'd care to hear about work gossip or her latest questionable experiment. Not when he probably has so many girls and guys fawning over him everywhere he goes, fellow artists or generally people who actually have their life together in a way she never quite could.
And she knows it's not entirely her fault, that she's been stunted by her trauma and mental issues and really did her best with the tools she had. But it hurts a little bit every time she scrolls on social media to see more rumors about some artist Ekko's been seen close with while she remains home and the closest thing she has to friends are her sister and her gnomesânot even her fucking coworkers because they, too, have fallen victim to the Ekko hysteria.
Even if she's had him on the phone every day, twiceâat 11:11am and 11:11pm to grant each other a wish and check inâand that he's shown no sign of losing interest in anything she had to say, Jinx can't shake her anxiety.
What if he finds her boring in person now?
She shakes her head to reject the thought, telling herself that this is Ekko; the little man she grew up with, who showed her his first partitions before anyone else, who calls her everyday and keeps his location on at all times, who has been with her through thick and thin. Her mind is not objective, it's still ill and she needs to be moreâŚcritical of her beliefs, like Vi and her therapist have said.
Slowly, her mind zones on happier thoughts and memories, conjuring more heat through her body as she shucks her panties off and dips two fingers inside of herself. She's soaking wet and way too impatient to do a little more than push into herself once or twice before she dips them out and smears her juices over the dildo to fuck herself with instead.
His fingers would be so much bigger, reaching deeper and fucking her harder than she couldâhers seem impossibly dull in the face of that.
She's already pent up, biting her lip to stifle a moan as the dildo slowly enters her to not alert her nosy sister to what she's getting up to at 7 in the morning.
It's embarrassing enough to think that sheâs this horny over little man visiting like they hadn't shared a bed for years before her stupid crush made itself glaringly clear.
But it isn't like she hadn't tried to shove it down. Jinx isn't some innocent girl either; she's had her fair share of flings and hook-ups, tried her best to think of Ekko doing slightly disgusting things to get him off the pedestal her stupid crush had so evidently erected for him, but nothing worked.
The problem isn't only that he's gorgeous and has the voice of a god; Ekko is as beautiful on the inside too. No one she's even given a chance held a candle to the gentle tone he used to talk her down from her spiraling thoughts, or to his readiness to help the community, his passion for his craft and his intelligence.
She had never stood a goddamn chance, and what she's doing now is the closest thing to mercy she can bestow upon herself. Even if she'll feel guilty for it laterâbetter that than soaking through her panties the second she sees him.
As she works the dildo in and out of her, the cool air of the room blowing on her beating clit, Jinx snakes a hand up her chest and fondles a tit. She swallows down a gasp when she applies pressure over her sensitive nipple, wondering despite herself if he'd like her breasts, if he'd touch them gently or roughly.
She'd rather the latter, dreams of him manhandling her like a little toy to use for his entertainment and pleasure. She wants him so enamored with her body that he can't help but take it, twist it, mould it after him and paint it inside-out with his cum.
Fuck.
She feels herself clenching at the thought, hard. Her breathing grows more ragged, her nipple is painfully hard as she twists and pinches it, and she so badly wishes the cock inside her now was is.
Jinx wonders how it'd feel with him throbbing inside her, whispering praises into her neck and mocking her for whining about his sizeâshe knows he's big, not how much, but he is. No way he'd have an ego like that if he wasn't, and those fucking handsâŚJanna.
YIt's tempting to curse anyone who's gotten fucked by him, and she imagines it would be life-changing; being pinned down under him, kicking and flailing but being made to take it and mocked for whining but clenching all the same.
She wants him everywhere, wants him to claim every single piece of her and make it hard, make it bruise and fucking stick. She'd take it in her mouth, between her tits, in her cunt, everywhere else he'd want and then all over again, and she's pretty sure she still wouldn't be sated.
Her pace picks up then, her moans a little hard to stifle and making her have to make a fist and shove it in her mouth as her hips roll desperately, as her walls flutter around the thick toy that somehow still doesn't feel big enough.
She wants it to hurt, wants to feel him in her stomach and ache as he stretches her out better than anyone or anything ever had. Her mind wanders to how he would prefer taking her, and whereâwould he fuck her with his own mic too?
Gods, she wishes he would.
The coil in her gut tightens at the thought and pricks of warmth multiply across her skin, sending a thrumming ache for him, only him, and he's not there.
It's not fair.
Still, as she thrusts the dildo so fast inside herself, her wrist aching from her pace, all she can think about is that he's going to be here soon and she's gonna get to smell him again, to feel his shape next to her, wrap around her, and hear his voice undistorted by the phone.
She's going to have everything soonâeverything but being his, which really is all that matters to her now. And her cunt knows it too, clenching more and more often, dripping all over the toy and her sheets. She wonders what he would say if he walked in on her now; would he mock or praise her? Maybe both?
"E-EkkoâŚFuck," she moans as her hand leaves her mouth of her own accord, as though he could hear her, see herâin her haze, she doesn't care who else might.
Her trembling hand leaves her chest to move towards the dildo's pump, ready to shoot his the cum inside herself so she can come just as she imagines him to. But then there's this annoying, grating voice calling for herâVi.
"Jiiiinx! I'm out of toilet paper," she hollers from the bathroom, and Jinx groans, nearly sobs.
For a second, she wonders if it's worth making her sister wait. JustâŚthrusting a little more and shooting the cum to come. But then she'd have to clean up too lest she risks dripping said cum all over the floor as she walks towards the bathroom, andâ
"Jinx, seriously! Get your ass over here," Vi insists.
She sighs, her orgasm ruined and her mind definitely too annoyed now to get there anyway. Jinx pulls the dildo out, carelessly discarding it on her side of the bed, and takes a tissue from her tissue-box to wipe the excess juices off herself before tugging her pair of panties back on.
Frustrated, she pads out of her room and goes to get their kitchen paper before treading towards the bathroom, opening the door without knocking because if she doesn't get to come then Vi gets to be a little embarrassed, and tosses her the kitchen paper.
"Thanks sis," Vi chuckles, used to her sister's antics by now, and Jinx narrows her eyes before shutting the door with a huff.
 She still aches between her legs, pussy thrumming with the need for release, but one look at the clock tells her she won't have time to get back into it and clean up without it making her late for work.
So she slips back in her room with a beaten sigh and resigns herself to getting ready instead, rifling through her wardrobe for her uniformâa magenta maid dress with a low belt, apron-like corset in white and gold, the skirt fluffed up by layered petticoats.
She ties her green bow around the collar and pins a golden raccoon cuff in the middle before moving to her hair. As she sits down before her vanity to put her long, purple hair in its twisted pigtails, she can't help but blush at what she'd been thinking about earlier.
He'll be here in the flesh now, on that very bed, andâŚhow is she gonna keep it together at all?
She swallows thickly and tries to focus on anything elseâlike her makeup; purple eyeshadow and lipstick. And when she's finally done, Jinx takes a deep breath and goes to the kitchen to get her pre-made egg sandwich before she goes to catch her bus.
Vi is there, though, standing with her back to her before the counter and making coffeeâbleh, she'll never understand how she can drink it with only a packet of sugar and nothing else.
"I can feel you judging, you know," Vi chuckles, then glances over her shoulder at her.
"Yeah, well, if you don't wanna be judged, be lessâŚjudgeable," Jinx scrunches up her nose and shoves Vi aside with a hip-bump to pour herself some coffee in a tumblerâexcept that she is gonna add creamer and sugar and whipped cream and cocoa because she's not a fucking deranged personâŚwell, not like her.
As she tries to move to grab said items, Vi stops her though.
"Did you fall in a vat of perfume or what?" She remarks, frowning in disgust.
"I know you're used to smell like sweat and booze, sis, but some people actually prefer hygiene," Jinx deadpans with an infuriating look.
Vi flicks her on the forehead. " There's hygiene and then there's intoxicating people with chemicals, brat. D'you have someone to impress?" She leans in, jostling her shoulder. "Bet that has nothing to do with little man visiting today, though?"
Jinx's eyes widen and she feels herself blushing but is unable to stop it. "N-no, what? Why would you say that, weirdo? I don't care about what heâ"
"Thinks?" Vi cuts her off, brushing past her dismissively to grab a cereal box. "Mmh, sure, sis. That's why you cleaned the whole fucking apartment for the first time in weeks yesterday and now smell fucking radioactive," she quips and pops a dry cereal in her mouth, chewing with a loud crunch that makes Jinx's skin crawlâon purpose, of course.
"So a girl can't just take care of her living space and herself?" Jinx snorts. "You know, for a lesbian, you're pretty male-centered," she says and adds her extras in her coffee. "Ironic, isn't it?"
"Well, if you really don't care about little man, I should probably tell him not to get his hopesâ"
Jinx's head snaps towards Vi, eyes wide. "What? Did he say something?"
"Ah-Ha!" Vi exclaims, pointing at her. "So you are interested."
Jinx gulps, roughly shutting her tumbler and grabbing her tote bag to shove her things in. "Whatever, Vi. Mind your fucking business," she grumbles and brushes past her on her way to the door.
"Oh, come on, I'm just teasing," she calls after her sister. "I swear I won't tell him."
Jinx whirls around, pointing her finger at Vi. "You better fucking not, blabber-mouth. Behave while I'm gone," and with that, she leaves without a second glance.
"Bye, I love you too!" Vi drawls after her, chuckling, and returns to her coffee.
Little man and little lady; now that's kind of long overdue.
He's been stuck in traffic for over an hour now, his foot is numb from pressing and releasing the clutch, and his mixtape has played on loop twice.
But his label had insisted taking public transportation could prove a little sticky now that he'd gathered quite a bit of fame, and Ekko hated the idea of having someone drive him places like he was above doing it himself.
So there; he owns a fucking car nowâJinx is 100% gonna mock him for his pick too; a beetle. Yes, Ekko owns a bright pink beetleâŚbut it was second-hand and it was either that or a t-tesâhe can't even say it in his own mind, man.
He hates being stuck, though, and he can't shake the feeling that if he was in public transportation instead, he'd be home by now, could go and surprise Jinx at her job after getting Vi to spill where it is. He wonders if Jinx's scent changedâstyle and voice he could get through the phone, but he misses burrowing into her hair and holding her while she scrolled through shark videos.
He misses her, needs her a little more each passing second andâfuck, he's actually hard now?
That's not new but in his fucking pink beetle in the middle of traffic sure is. For a second, he entertains the idea of palming himself a little, maybe discretely stroking inside his pants. There's the risk that someone might look into his window but...maybe he could lean forward to hide what he's doing.Â
No, that's just wrong. And not in this ridiculous car either.
But at least the ridiculous car in question he owns now has Carplay, and it's pretty convenient when Vi's contact pops up on the screen instead of him having to fumble for his phone and try to pick up the call without taking his eyes off the road.Â
Can she telepathically know he was just about to masturbate to her little sister?
Gods, he hopes not.
"Hey, little man," she greets him immediately, a little too loud and enthusiastic for his exhausted, irritated state. "How was your flight?"
"I didn't take it, Vi. I drove. Figured it'd be the lesser of two evils."
"You own a car?!" She exclaims, surprised.
"I know," he puffs out a laugh. "Wasn't really my choice but that's being famous for you, I suppose. By the way, how've you been, V?"
"Well, about thatâ"
"Wait, did something happen?" He rushes out in concern.
"No, no, nothing like that," she chuckles, hoping to reassure him. "It's justâŚLook, work's been pretty hectic and something came up so I won't be home until late and Jinx is still on the clock for a bit, so you're gonna have to use the key under the ugly gnome."
"Vi, Jinx has brought home a gnome like every other week lately," he deadpans. "I'm gonna need a little more description."
She laughs. "Oh, don't worry little man. You'll know when you see it."
"O-Okay?"
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Working at Cafe Cuties is usually the dream, but today, it's a nightmare. News of Ekko coming back to his hometown have clearly spread, and Jinx really wishes they hadn't. Because now she's forced to listen as her coworkers fawn over him, fantasize about bumping into him and getting his number, getting their tits tattooedâall of it infuriates her.
She knows he's not hers, knows they're just friends and that he's definitely aware of his charms and using them, but it stings a little. She does her best to shove her jealousy down, busying herself with grounding coffee beans and brewing them, and really tries not to let her ears drone on the giggles and fantasies her coworkers keep sharing about her little man.Â
It's not too far from her lunch break anyway, the place is busy, and she loves it hereâshe has to focus on that, somehow.
"Heard he's got a thing for brunettes too, I've totally got my chance," one of them says. "In fact, I'll dm him right now. I'm a ride he won't survive," she giggles along other coworkers, and Jinx feels herself tense, feels her hand shake.
It takes her a second too long to realize she's spilled an incredible amount of scalding coffee on her hand, and when she does; she screams. Just because she can, just because it'll give them something else to talk about.
Even so, for once, she's more than glad to be sent home early. A burn to stop hearing those horrors and see crush her best friend early is a pretty fair trade, after all.
So there he stands now, car parked in the driveway he once played hopscotch on with Jinx, and facing a garden full of gnomes which were definitely not there when he first left.
He chuckles and scans the area, trying to find the ugly gnome. Vi was right; it really isn't hard to find. There, right beside the dumpster, stands a bald gnome with one eye missing and a fucking stupid polka-dot tie poking out of it. Worse than that, it's got a radioactive green hue to it, as though dropped in a vat of acid.
What would possess her to bring that home?
With a shudder, Ekko walks toward it and lifts it to pick up the key, nearly shattering the gnome with a face only a mother could love when his hand shakes as he quickly sets the atrocity down. And then he walks towards the porch, opens the door, and delves inside the house that would always be like a second home to him.Â
The first thing that hits him is the strong smell of cherries. He remembers Jinx's perfume carrying a faint scent of it, but this is much stronger than he recalled, and he's torn between fondness and nausea. Quickly making himself at home, Ekko kicks off his shoes, pours himself a glass of water, and settles down on the couch with the tv on.
It's nice, at first. Comforting and homely, familiar. But he misses herâso bad.
And Ekko's never been patient, or known boundaries when it came to her. So he obeys the itch to go to her room and take a peek inside her things. It's wrong to most people, but not to them. She's done it to him before, and this isn't his first rodeo either. Besides; what she doesn't know can't hurt her. But it can certainly make him pass the time and mend the ache in his soul while she's still missing from him, from home.
The smell inside her room is even worse, unsurprisingly. He has to pinch his nose as he slowly accomodates to the strong, cloying scent of cherries. And at first, he doesn't notice it, too busy trying not to gag and wondering where to start. But the second his eyes land on the bed and stay, he feels like he's been slapped across the face and all care for smells fade to make room for embarrassment and lust alike.Â
Fuck.
Right there on the bed, there's a dildo with a pump full of...it looks like some kind of artificial cum, and a diary left open with lewd doodles and his fucking name in bold pink.Â
Now, Ekko had had his fair share of wild fantasies over the years; all of which he repressed and only felt guilt over. But to think that she would fuck herself to the thought of him and write it all down?Â
His cock likes that as much as his mind does, and he practically dives for the bed to read every single entryâif it's wrong, then his best friend who's touching herself to the thought of him isn't any better anyway.
He'd rather they both be bad, if this is what it looks like, though.
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Jinx stands mortified in the doorway to her room when she comes home to the sight of Ekko on her bed, reading her diary which she fucking squirted on and exorcised all her dirty thoughts about him, and lying right beside the dildo that had been inside her only a few hours ago.
Fuck.
"Oh Gods, I'm sorry, I can explain," she splutters when he meets her eyes and gives her an unreadable look before rushing towards the bed to throws the diary out of his hand. "You were never meant to see these, and I swear I've been...um...trying to get all that under control, but I completely understand if you're super weirded out andâ"
In a second, he's sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her down to his lap, crashing their lips together to stop her word-vomit. Her world stops for a beat, her mind struggling to catch up with the fact that:
1. he's not mad
2. he's fucking kissing her???
His lips are soft and warm on hers, his hands big and steady at her waist and back, and Jinx feels herself melting into an incoherent, weak, little puddle on his lap. She sighs into the kiss, relieved that it's finally happened; as though her soul had longed for it since the day it breathed into her frame, full of fuzzy memories of other lives in which he'd been hers and she'd been his.
And while she processes the fact that her childhood best friend and long-time crush has read her diary, seen her toys, is kissing her now, Ekko takes the opportunity to flip her on her back and kiss from her jaw down the column of her throat as she whimpers and burns for his touch. His fingers skirt below her dress, teasing the ruffled pettycoat barely keeping her decent anymore with the momentum of her being flipped over, and she's never been so turned on before.
Today is a blessed day. Jinx is sure it should make it to the calendar, be some kind of bank holiday, a sacred dateâit is to her, it should be to the world too.
She weaves her hands through his gorgeous locks, making him look up at her, and she's even more ruined for it. His pupils are blown out, his lips slick and bruised, and he's fucking smirking at her.
Gods.
She's heaving, her mind running a mile, but she needs to not jinx this too.
"E-Ekko...Fuck, wait, what are weâ"
He crawls back up, brushing his lips over hers and pressing his bulge through her skirt. "What we should've done ages ago," he whispers and snakes an arm beneath her waist, rolling his hips down into hers.
She nips at his bottom-lip, pulls, and fucking giggles into his mouth as she arches and rocks back into him without hesitation. He presses her closer, squeezes her, bunches up her skirt to make her feel his need for her more evidently, and she gasps into his mouth; which he gladly drinks in.
The way they move is laced with years of unconfessed feelings and repressed desire, burning like wildfire from embers stoked too long but never tended to. Sheâs pawing at him, trying to either rip or tug his shirt off, and Ekko loses it.
He throws his head back with a groan of her name and once again flips them over, then sits up with her in his lap.
She cups his face, eyes searching for his for a moment, and then tries to dive inâhe lets her, just a little; only because he likes the feel of her a little too much to deny himself any longer. And then he pushes her back, cutting through her confusion before that adorable pout turns into something else.
"Heard you wanted to be a little doll for me, mmh?â He purrs, skimming down her shoulder and pulling her sleeve down as he goes. âShow me how you take this off then. Entertain me.â
Jinx nearly comes on the spot, her moan betraying her and causing a furious blush to rush through her cheeks.
"E-Ekko, IâShouldn't we...talk?" She says and chews on her lip.
"Later," he breathes, strained. "Right now, I want to see you. All of you."
She hesitates, waiting for the other shoe to drop. But when it doesn't and he eyes her with a mix of adoration and carnal desire, Jinx manages a nod and gets up on slightly wobbly legs.Â
She's a little nervousânot just because she's gonna undress in front of Ekko, they've seen each other in their underwear plentyâbut she really hadn't planned for anything to happen and...her choice of underwear isn't exactly the best for the occasion.Â
Slowly, she strips down to her pink cheeta-print and black lace thong with a mismatched blue cotton bralette, leaving her dress on the floor. When she meets his eyes, though, what she finds is pure awe in his eyes, as though he'd seen divinity in the flesh. She'd always known she was fairly pretty, but not...like that. Not the way he's looking at her now.
Why is he looking at her like that?
His hands reach for her thighs, slowly dragging up her hips and waist before he pulls her closer and breathes her in, kisses her stomach, makes her utterly weak in the knees and sends another flood of arousal soaking through her panties.
"So fucking beautiful," he marvels into her skin. "Can't believe you just walk around looking like...that."
A tremor rolls through her as he runs his hand over the underside of her bra and he notices, finally leaning back on his elbows with a smirk, legs spread.
"Why don't you turn around for me, sweet thing?" He demands, licking his lips and eyeing her up unabashedly. "Come on. Be a doll and show me what I'm working with here."
Her breath hitches and she presses her thighs together, the coil in her gut tightening at his smug demeanor alone. But she nods and executes herselfâbecause Janna, she wants him so bad she thinks she might die if she fumbles this now. He's exactly how she fantasized, maybe even better.
She's not gonna hold up long at this rate, but by the Gods, he sure can push her a little, make her take it.
As she turns around, slowly, making a show of it, she can feel his eyes rake up her back, then her ass. His breath is heavier, the tension between them burns and crackles, and then a slap lands on her ass, making her jolt and gasp in surprise.
He chuckles, pulling her ass to his face by the hips and burying his face right over her panties.
âFunny squeaky sounds my girl makes," he remarks, then bites on her ass hard enough to bruise, right under the lace of her thong.
She squeaks this time and he groans, immediately spinning her around.
"You donât just look like a toy, you fucking sound like one,â he growls and roughly hauls her on his lap.
Oh, Gods.
Did she justâ
"Did you fucking come untouched, bunny?" He puffs out a disbelieving laugh, and she nods, a little embarrassed, and burrows into his neck to hide said embarrassment .
His hands come to settle on her ass, roughly kneading and lightly spanking it as he rolls his hips up into her, groaning in pleasure.
"You're really gonna ruin anyone else for me, are you, baby?"
She nods more eagerly this time, digging her nails into his back, and he chuckles, immediately pulling her thong to the side and gathering her arousal on his fingers. He feels her entrance twitch, feels just how soaked she is, and it makes him groan again; this time much lower, hungrier.
She's already ruined, maybe more than he says she's ruined him.
âEkkoâŚ" She shudders and sluggishly leans back to look at him, trailing a finger down his beautiful, kissable lips. "When did you become soââ
âBold?â He finishes for her, slipping a finger inside her heat which makes her moan right in his face. âIâd say this little thing over here,â he picks up her diary from and sways it in her face, âmight have done a number on my restraint with you.â
âR-restraint?â She chokes out as he pumps his finger in and out of her and rolls his hips, pushing his bulge into her aching core.
He adds a second finger, growling when it makes her clench and cry softly before his face.
âYou haveâno ideaâhow long Iâve wanted to fuck the shit out of you, sugarplum,â he rasps out and starts to practically bounce her in his lap with eager desire for her.
âB-but youâyouâMmhâyou didnâtâyou went withâFuckâwith these otherâgirls and guysâŚnot me. Never me,â she pants out, feeling so overwhelmed with how large and strong his fingers are inside her, how easily heâs unraveling her like heâs known her intimately before.
âAw, did you want to be my only little toy, baby?â He coos a little mockingly, just to see that pout he loves so much.
She nods, a little sulky, but breaks into a slew of mewls when he adds a third finger and finds that sweet spot that makes her see stars.
âTell me, pretty,â he purrs and leans to plant kisses across her neck. âYou gave this tight little cocksleeve to other people too, right?â
Her breath hitches and he knows she didâtheyâve always shared their milestones, like their firstsâbut he wants to goad her a little, wants to make her squirm and blush and falter.
âY-yes,â she mumbles, fluttering around his fingers.
âFucking hypocrite,â he chuffs and rolls her hips down on his bulge, hard. âYouâre a greedy little thing. So selfish. So needyâŚâ
She nods, rocking harder against him.
âFuck, you shouldâve told me, sweetheart,â he groans, torn between wanting to pin her down and ram inside her or make her sob on his lap just like this. âYou shouldâve told me how you wanted your little man to use you like a toy. Janna knows I will now, baby.â
She whines, clenching around his fingers. âI wantâI want it. So bad. Please.â
He quickens his pace, pressing her closer as he whispers in her ear, âTell me your filthiest fantasies, my lovely, needy girl. Tell me what you couldnât dare write in that little diary, yeah?â
âI-IâMmhâI want you toâFuck, Ekko!â She sobs when he adds a fourth finger, stretching her out almost painfullyâjust like sheâd wanted this morning. âI want you toâtake me any-timeâanywhereâwithout asking. Justâjust pull me in corner andâŚFuck, IâI want you to use me likeâlike a stress-relief.â
Her admission makes his pants tighten painfully, makes him buck up into her so hard she cries out his name beautifully.
âContinue, babydoll,â he growls, hammering his fingers inside her sopping cunt. âGo on, tell me.â
âMmhâI wantâI wantâFuckâWant you to finish inside my pussyâalways,â she croaks out, so strung-out she fears the intensity of her next orgasm. âI wannaâwanna be yourâyour cum-bucket,â she admits, rocking into his hand with fervor. âI wantâbabyâI need to keep you in me. Wanna feelâyou leak into my panties andârub it over whenâwhen I touch my-myself.â
That makes him nearly come in his pants and his pace grows merciless, the room filling with their pants and grunts and moans as he unravels her in seconds, making her squirt all over his shirt and pants, all over his pruned, soaked fingers.
The realization that she came this hard, with no warning, makes him ache to ruin her even more, to see how far he can push.
But Janna; she looks so pathetic and needy, and he lives to make her squirm, make her blush. He needs to tease like he needs to breathe when it comes to her.
"Are you telling me I drove and waited hours for you to come home and you came that fast just from my fingers?â He puffs out in a laugh, withdrawing his fingers with a wet smack. âHow pathetic."
âE-EkkoâŚIâI need you,â she whines, pupils blown and cheeks a bright pink that makes him want to sink his teeth and turn them a pretty purple just like her hair. âWant you to call me names, to use me, to fuck me, andââ
"Toys don't made demands," he growls and spanks her, making her whimper.
Then he whirls her around, sitting her on his lap with her back to his front, and the way her ass presses against his bulge makes him want to explore other parts of herâŚbut later.
He leans to breathe in her neck, then nips her earlobe. âBut youâre lucky I feel like using you a little more, mmh?âÂ
She shudders, weakly nodding, and when her eyes open, she finds her reflection in her vanityâso filthy, indescent, beautiful.
Heâs going to ruin her for anyone and though sheâs not sure where theyâll stand after this, she doesnât think anyone else, even with the thought of him, will ever feel pleasurable anymore now that sheâs known him this way.
The second she sees him pick up her dildo, however, she canât help a whine. And really, he doesnât waste a second before he slides her panties further to the side, parts her folds, and pushes the tip of the toy inside her.
She holds her breath, bracing for the pace heâs going to choose, and cries out when he sadistically shoves it all the way in.
âI just want to see how it works, alright?â He coos mockingly, pulling on her nipple through her bra. âStop being such a whore for me, pretty,â he pulls the toy almost all the way out, âOr donât, I donât care,â he chuckles and slams it in.
She sobs as he sets a brutal pace right away, blinking in and out of bliss to meet her reflection being utterly split open by her own toy in his big, claiming hand. She feels owned, used, and filthy.
Itâs everything sheâs dreamed of and more.
âYou know you make such an adorable fleshlight,â he shakily breathes out, meeting her gaze in the mirror. "Had I known you were gonna take it like a good little bitch I would have brought you home a collar instead."
She whimpers, rocking into his hand, into the toy, chasing after an orgasm, and he slaps her tits, roughly fondles it, and slaps it again as he sucks bruises and licks all over her neck.
âSuch a cute little snare you are,â he chuckles. âFucking adorable in that little outfit, so damn beautiful and sweet, almost innocent, and thenâFuck. Just look at you,â he marvels, groping her chest so tightly it makes her cry.
âGotta fill up this slutty little pussy, baby. Donât fucking move,â he groans and leaves her chest to reach for the pump and squeeze, squirting out the fake cum inside her and keeping his gaze locked in the reflection of her cunt as white gathers around the hole.
Jinx comes loudly the second it floods her insides, biting her lip so hard she draws blood, and burning the sight of her ruined hole while sheâs sitting on his lap in her mind.
âSomeoneâs got a breeding kink,â he teases, slapping her sopping cunt and making her cry out in oversensitivity. âDonât worry, Iâll give you the real deal later, pretty,â he winks at her in the mirror and continues to thrust the toy in her overwhelmed, leaking cunt.
âEkkoâEkko, itâs tooâtoo much,â she whines, hips twitching. âI c-canâtââ
He spanks her pussy and she breaks into a sob.
âIf I wanted to hear you talk back, I wouldâve just called and not drove all the way home, you whiny brat,â he growls and shoves the toy out of her cunt, making her gaping hole clench around nothing. âFor once, can you show me how good you can be with your mouth."
He turns her around and shoves her on her knees and nods towards the box beside her bed with âLittle Manâ written on it.
âShow me your favorite toy in there,â he commands.
She gapes at him but eventually executes herself, having to take out the shirt sheâd kept from him that sheâd sometimes wear when sheâd touch herself.
âSuch a cute little thief too,â he chuckles. âBut you can keep it, bunny. In fact, why donât you put it on right now, mmh?â
She bites her lip, and nods, tugging it over her sensitive, bruising body.
âSuch a perfect sex doll for me,â he groans, freeing his cock from his pants and languidly stroking himself.
She gasps at his size, blinking fast with awe and anxiety marred in her traits.
âHow the fuck am I gonna take you,â she mumbles to herself, but hears it and chuckles, patting her on the head.
âYouâll do just fine. But Iâm gonna try that mouth first, remember?â She whimpers and presses her thighs together at that. âNow be a doll and get your toy like I told you.â
She swallows thickly but nods and reaches for her rabbit wand. Itâs green, his favorite color. And that doesnât get lost on him at all.
Their eyes remain locked on each other as he strokes a little faster and she gathers her slick to smear over the toy.
When she parts her legs to slip it in, laying the outer branch over her clit and turns on the vibration before dropping the remote beside him, she lurches forward and rests her on his thigh, a few inches away from his angry, leaking cock.
He draws a hand to her cheek and tenderly strokes it. âThereâs a good little slut,â he praises, then grasps her pigtails and pulls her roughly to his cock, shoving it between her lips before she can even brace for it.
She chokes on his length as it hits the back of her throat, leaving her no time to adjust to the weight and girth of him in her mouth, and he chuckles.
Jinx scowls up at him, mumbling some insult with his length muffling most of it, and he pulls hard on her hair, bobbing her back then down.
"Sorry, it's a little hard to hear you with my dick in your mouth,â he mockingly drawls, reaching for the remote beside him which makes her eyes go wide. âDid you want me to turn the vibrator up more for you?"
She doesnât know, torn between shaking her head no or nodding, but he decides for herâlike he would a toyâand it drives her crazier than the amped up vibrations.
Her cunt throbs, too numb yet too needy, and she moans around his length, engulfing him not just in warmth but also in needâin pure surrender.
He relishes in the sound of her moans and spluttering as he fucks her throat, bobbing her head with his grip on her hair, and he can barely withstand her stare.
So much for dominating her like sheâd wanted.
"Come on, be a good cocksleeve and hollow those cheeks for me," he demands, and she executes herself with a groan that reverberates through his length.
When she comes around her toy for the first time, moaning loudly, Ekko yanks her forward, and buries her face in his lap; making her gag and tear up before he lets go and repeats the motionâtoo close himself now.Â
But she takes it all so eagerly, bucking into her own toy, not ever pushing on his thighs when she gags, and taking deep breaths each time he frees her swollen lips.
"FuckâMâgonna come in your fucking mouth," he groans when she swirls her tongue around the head and takes him all the way in on her own, gazing up at him with unbridled lust. âGonna use you like the little cum-dump you so clearly wanna be, dollie.â
She whines around his cock, close to coming again on her toy at the words alone, and he wants her to get there with him; wants her to associate orgasms with his pleasure, like a good fucking toy.
He amps up the vibrations, counts to four, and she comes loudly around his cock. His hips stutter and he grunts, bucking all the way into her throat.
A guttural groan leaves him as he comes in her mouth. For a moment, he keeps her there, barely breathing as her nose presses into his stomach, and then he releases her; completely ruined.Â
Heâs panting, but somehow still half-hard, and she shudders at the sight.
Ekko reaches a hand towards her face and swipes cum off her lips, makes her suck it off his thumb, then slaps her cheek with two light taps.
She stares up at him with drowsy, teary blues; her face flushed and sleepy, but sated too. His heart flutters in his chest then, and he needs to hold her close.
He taps his thigh and commands, "Come here, doll.â
She whimpers, trying to get up on wobbly knees but falling right back down not a second later, too tired and overwhelmed to hold herself up.
The sight makes him puff out a fond laugh and he hooks his arms beneath her shoulders to haul her up, plopping her in his lap. She slumps into him immediately, letting her head loll on his shoulder as he gently strokes her hair.
"You're so pretty, baby," he coos in her ear, placing a soft kiss on her temple. "Gods, the things you make me wanna do to you. I'd love to bring you on tour with me, slip into corners to fuck you anytime I want while you scream in the palm of my hand and let me use you like a damn masturbation tool to let off some steam before and after shows," he confesses, grasping her wrist and leading her practically limp hand to wrap around his half-hard cock, curling her fingers around it himself.
"Fuck, you make such a good doll for me, bunny," he groans when she weakly squeezes his dick on her own. "I'm gonna use this pretty little pussy the second I get hard again, you know? Need to test my new little fleshlight and break it in a little before I pack it up with me on tour," he skims up her waist, relishing in the whimper that leaves her bruised lips.
"You gonna spread those pretty legs and be a good little cocksleeve for the rest of the night now, will you?" He coos and tilts her head to make her look at him.
She bites her lip, pupils completely blown-out as she debates between her exhaustion and her desireâthe latter winning when she weakly nods.
"Gods, it's no wonder they don't make dolls like you," he marvels and scoops her up to lay her down on the bed and settle between her legs as she instinctively parts them for him, revealing her glistening cunt to his rabid, darkened eyes; still full with the turned-off toy he gets to take out himself.
He wastes no time then, rubbing his cock through her folds to coat it in her fluids and lining up for her entrance while his other hand reverently cups her face, his thumb brushing over her jaw.
"If they did," he breathes and pushes the first inch in, punching a gasp out of her as she surges forward to clutch his shoulder, "everyone would fight over them and raise chaos just for oneâ" another inch, a grunt met with her whimper and the digging of her nails, "second inside it."
And then he pushes all the way in, making her cry out and setting an urgent pace without wasting a secondâbecause she's his doll, and dolls take without complaint.
