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《 masterlist｜rules｜about me 》 living in our heads doesn't sound too bad. requests: open for snaps.

[coffeemoods]

her bookstore girl–K.B

Synopsis: Kate wasn’t a fan of literature, but who knew she'd enjoy her time in a bookstore all thanks to a nameless girl. Her bookstore girl.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Fem!Barton!Reader

Warnings: cursing, gay panics, kate bishop being an absolute gay

Word count: 2.2k

inspired by bookstore girl by charlie burg.

part I // part II

Kate Bishop wasn’t a fan of literature.

It was the simple thought of reading a book that Kate couldn’t wrap her head around. How could someone possibly, without being held at gunpoint, enjoy sitting through endless pages of ink for hours, especially those with the literal thickness of an Oxford English Dictionary which should’ve been labeled as ‘family-sized’.

There were plenty of other options that would entertain her for ages, whether it be honing her archery skills or simply running away from her adult responsibilities—but nothing that would require the patience needed to read and decipher the damn words in her brain. 

Yet, here she was, accompanying her friends on their weekly visits to the local bookstore near campus. The shop bell chimed above their heads as they entered the bookstore. Sounds of wandering footsteps and the rustle of turning pages filled the small space.

Glancing back at her friends, Kate chuckled as she noticed they’d already been scouring through the shelves for whatever book that hooked their interest, each one excitedly exclaiming the titles they’d come across. Might as well try to do something productive. Kate made her way towards the nearest aisle, mindlessly browsing through various books and papers without paying actual heed to their covers. 

Amidst a sea of literature and moving figures, it was there where she passed the first aisle of shelves when her eyes caught sight of you. Standing behind the checkout counter, an apron was dressed neatly over your work uniform. You were busy processing payment from patrons, chatting up those who asked for some book recommendations, evidently enjoying every second of your position.

With each new customer passing through the door, you glanced up to meet each of them with a smile before returning to what you’d been doing previously. It was all so mundane yet so enchanting, and Kate found herself smiling fondly at the scene before her. She knew better than to be indiscreet. If anyone were to happen upon this particular moment, they’d assume the archer was watching you like a creep. 

As if sensing she was staring, you finally turned in her direction and her eyebrows rose in surprise, immediately averting her gaze as Kate failed to keep a soft squeak from slipping her lips.

Shit... Your expression changed, though, not entirely out of concern or worry. But confusion, or maybe even amusement? Kate could’ve sworn she spotted a slight quirk tugging at the corner of your lips as you waved at her. Was she imagining things? No, that definitely was amusement playing around with your features. 

“There you are! Franny, I found her.” Kate jumped, snapping out of her reverie as her hand instinctively went up to cover her mouth in a desperate attempt to muffle her loud gasp. Dammit! Now she definitely looked like a creep. Turning to her friends, she noticed them standing before her with their arms crossed. A smug grin on their lips, clearly amused by her reaction. 

“Woah, Kate. What’s got your knickers in a twist?” 

“I-”

Then it hit her. How was she supposed to explain herself without sounding completely weird? Great, just great. Rubbing the scruff of her neck, Kate cleared her throat before settling for a shrug as she spoke, her voice noticeably more strained than usual. 

“Wait, is that the book you’ve been rambling about for the past week?” 

Unwittingly, her gaze trailed over Greer’s shoulder as she spotted you behind the counter once again, your attention no longer lingering on her, and instead, the scanner in your grasp scanned the bottom of a book’s back cover as you greeted the next customer in line.

Then, you smiled, but it wasn’t for her. Kate knew that, of course, as she watched a seeming co-worker in the same apron as yours approach you. But it was the fact that she was nobody but a stranger in your eyes, just as you were to her. Something within her stung, and she felt silly for reacting so strongly to a random, smiling person. 

“Yeah, yeah. I couldn’t find a book that caught my eye, didn’t wanna force myself to read something I won’t enjoy, you know,” Kate replied nonchalantly as someone else stood in your position as you followed your co-worker into the storeroom. 

“Huh? Did you even listen to what I’ve just said?” Fuck, she said something wrong, didn’t she? 

“Uh...” 

“You’ve been zoning out since we walked in. You sure you’re okay?” Greer asked concernedly as Kate nodded. 

“Yeah, totally. I’m just a little tired from all the projects in this semester.” Well, that wasn’t much of a lie. But hey, it worked for now when Greer and Franny sent her a look of understanding before heading towards the doorway, with their recently purchased books in hand.

Before following her friends, Kate turned her head towards the door to the storeroom, hoping to catch a last glance of you, even if it were only for a brief moment.

But, alas, you weren’t there anymore and Kate was unsure if she’d ever see your face again, let alone your smile. Stepping out of the bookstore, the shop bell once again chimed in sync with the door’s opening. This time, it marked the beginning of Kate’s admiration for the nameless girl. 

Her bookstore girl.

“Your problem is branding.” She turned to look at Clint as they walked along a street. It probably wasn’t wise for her to engage in this conversation with him right now, but eh, she’d take her chances. 

“No, my problem is you,” he countered casually, unaware that Kate’s footsteps had come to a halt.

“And this ninja suit, and the people trying to kill you because of this ninja suit.”

There you were with your back facing the display glass, dressed in the same brown apron as the first time she met you, with your sleeves just slightly rolled up. Rather than issuing receipts, you were shelving books and papers onto the top shelf on tiptoes, oblivious of her presence through the pane of glass.

When you reached for another copy on the trolley, Kate realized she’d approached the bookstore unconsciously, almost as if she’d been lurking on the doorstep, contemplating if she should step inside. 

“-so I can go home to my family,” Clint said, voice lacing with a hint of irritation as his head turned to the missing presence beside him. 

“Kate, Kate??? Ugh, teenagers...”

“Clint. Clint. Clint.”

Shit. 

Hoping to catch his attention, she moved closer and shook her hand, scribbling ‘little boy’ on a piece of notepaper before holding it up for him to see. 

“Nathaniel? Nathaniel, what are you- what are you doin’ buddy? Is everything okay? Where’s mama?” As his forehead creased into a frown, he eyed Kate’s direction when his son replied to his questions. Listening intently to his response, Kate jotted down his words forthwith while Clint bought himself some time by fibbing about the ‘apparent’ delay in the call’s connection.

‘Everyone asleep. He’s bored.’

“Ah, you’re-uh-you’re-uh bored. You’re the early bird. Hey bud, I miss you,” he chuckled, and the little boy laughed in unison as another voice rang out from the distance. Transcribing the situation hurriedly, she heeded a distinctly contrasting voice, a rather feminine and mature one. 

‘Mature girl’s voice. Dad. Asking if u’re ok’

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m doin’ great. Why are you up so early?”

Weird. Something was soothing about the tone of the woman’s voice. Something familiar Kate couldn’t lay a finger on, but she was certain she’d heard it somewhere before as each syllable slipped off the woman’s tongue in a smooth and rhythmic fashion. And it almost rendered her forgetting to scribble on the notes until Clint’s voice broke through her thought.

‘Excited = couldn’t sleep. Home tonight for movies?’

“Uh, yeah. Tonight’s movie marathon night, that’s right. Um... I really wish I could be there with you, sweetheart. But you already know how much I’d love that, don’t you?”

He glanced at Kate as she nodded.

“Look, I promise I’ll be back for our ugly Christmas sweater party. You ready for that, y/n?”

And when her voice came through the receiver once more, Kate couldn’t help but ponder the name of this woman. She must’ve known her from somewhere. So who exactly were you, y/n?

The next time Kate found herself staring at the welcome mat outside of the bookstore had been after her encounter with the Black Widow assassin. Her mind was in a haze and with Clint, the very person she looked up to, pushing her away? She needed a change of pace from the immense pressure and worry surrounding her, almost suffocating her.

Then she remembered you, the mysterious bookstore girl who seemed so out of reach whenever your gazes locked, who made her heart race with your mere presence alone. Kate still couldn’t fathom why she was so drawn to you, a stranger in the first place. Hell, you probably wouldn’t remember her, anyway. And yet here she was, contemplating whether she should enter the store, hand hovering over the doorknob.

This was ridiculous. She was ridiculous. What was she doing, wasting time loitering outside the bookstore like some kind of creepshow? With a heavy sigh, Kate finally twisted the doorknob and stepped inside, her anticipation slowly ebbing into disappointment when your voice didn’t greet her nor was your presence behind the check-out counter.

She took her time exploring through the aisle, hoping to catch a glimpse of you, but to no avail. By now, she should’ve already left. There was nothing left for her to see here. It was only when she’d passed by the registers did she notice you, standing across the back of the room with your back against a wall, a large book held open before you.

Then you glanced up, meeting her eyes briefly as Kate froze. A smile gracing your face when you gestured a hand to beckon her over.

“Hi.”

Your voice...

“Hi.” Kate sent you a little wave of her hand as she approached you. An awkward sensation supplanted the bookstore’s once welcoming atmosphere when both were uncertain of what to say. There was another brief moment when your gazes locked, only breaking eye contact as the pages of your book flipped from the wind overhead before you closed the covers.

“You’re the girl from a week ago, right? The one who came with her friends?” Kate could’ve sworn your voice matched with Clint’s daughter perfectly, as if they were two halves of a whole. But that was impossible, right? Or maybe she was reading too much into this. It could be a coincidence, that’s all.

“Yea-yeah. I’m Kate. Kate Bishop, that is.”

She took heed of your outfit. You weren’t wearing the usual work clothes and certainly not the brown apron. Instead, you were attired in comfortable garments that seemed to suit you perfectly, and the sight alone made Kate’s smile harder to suppress as her fingers ghosted awkwardly by the pockets of her jeans.

“You know, it’s not polite to stare,” you teased, raising a brow when Kate averted her attention onto the surrounding walls, scratching the scruff of her neck.

“Sorry,” she tittered before clearing her throat.

“Well, I didn’t say you should stop.”

“I-I um...” Kate felt the rush of heat creeping upon her skin. In no way had she pictured you being quite this forward, especially when you barely knew each other.

“I was wondering if you had any book recommendations...” She glanced back at you.

“For me?” It was almost as if she’d whispered the last part to herself in disbelief, eliciting a chuckle from your lips as a smile plastered on her face.

“I mean sure. What genres do you normally read?”

Oh shit, uh...

“Any, anything really.”

“You don’t read much, do you?”

“Busted,” Kate sighed, raising her hands mid-air, and you gave her a lopsided grin.

“I figured. Then let’s see... how about some poetry? They evoke awareness and can really pack a punch.” Crossing her arms, her eyes darted to the ground momentarily before lifting to meet your gaze.

“Ever heard of Emily Dickinson? She’s one of my favourite poets out there, bold, ingenious, you name it...” you trailed off, a smug smile evidently curving on your lips.

“But you aren’t really here for my recommendations, are you?” Kate blinked, clearly taken aback for a second as she stared at you, unsure of how to respond.

“How did you-” she stammered.

“I picked up a few tricks from my aunt,” you shrugged, smiling mischievously as you pushed yourself off the wall, listening to Kate’s singular ‘oh’.

“Um... is it a bad moment to ask for a ‘coffee sometime’... perhaps?” she squeaked on the last bit, scrunching up her face but nearly jumping at your abrupt laugh. Evoking a harsh hush from nearby customers in the bookstore.

“Sorry.” Amused, you wiped a fake tear.

“You’re a weird girl, Kate Bishop,” you said, slowly making your way to the check-out counter before halting at the last aisle beside the registers. You turned in her direction, offering a soft smile.

“And I might just take you up on your offer.”

[hollyethecurious]

New Ask game. Send me one of my fic titles and I’ll tell which was THAT SCENE for that fic.

[coffeemoods]

jinx is simply in her emo phase in my universe. fight me.

[coffeemoods]

Yay, Arcane requests are open!! I have a request specifically for Vi: Might I have some headcanons for when she comes back to Zaun and finds that not only has her S/O become its leader in place of Silco -- don't ask me how, they probably deposed him or something -- but has actually made genuine effort to make it a better place to live? Thank you muchly!!

for the better –Vi H.Cs

Synopsis: When Vi returns to Zaun to find you supplanting Silco's place.

Pairing: Vi x Reader (gender not specified)

A/N: okay, ngl this is literal dogeshit. 😭. my mind's been in a daze and this class suspension thingy is not helping with my productivity at all. :')))

also, i hope you don't mind me switching up your request cause i had no idea which direction i was heading when i wrote this!

It was practically engraved in her mind, the two priorities Vi held when Caitlyn released her from Stillwater Hold.

One, she'd do everything in her power to find and reunite with you and Powder. 

Two, she was leaving this shithole with you two once and for all. Away from the Undercity, away from Piltover.

Simple plan. 

Get in and get out, wasting no seconds.

Things were bound to change through these seven years, but Vi could've sworn the city had an aura of unfamiliarity.

The air somehow felt fresher? It was easier to breathe in without the usual sting in her lungs.

Almost comparable to Piltover's quality, if that was even possible.

“Why did you stop?”

“I just- wait, what is this... thing?”

“It's a hospital, Vi. Don't you have those in the Undercity?”

“Not even one. What the fuck.”

It was absurd to even imagine someone from Zaun funding a structure with the literal purpose to heal the ill and injured willingly.

And with their people's poverty exploding day by day? This definitely wasn't one of Silco's deeds.

“Hold on, is that Jinx?” *points at The Last Drop*

“Who?” *glances at the window Caitlyn's pointing*

Without much thought, she clasped Caitlyn's wrist and rushed towards the bar.

(skipping to the reunion cause my brain's in a daze rn)

“Are you real...?”

“Yes, of course. It's me, Vi, your sister– I'm here, I'm right here.”

Cue the heartbreaking hug. :')

Noticing the smile plastered on Powder's face as they pulled away from the embrace.

“Things changed when you left. I changed, y/n changed.”

“I know, I know Pow-Pow. You two did what you had to do to survive.”

“No, Vi. She changed for the better.”

“What do you mean?”

“I'll show you, come!” And before she knew, Vi found herself dragged into the office upstairs, now facing the backside of a swivel chair behind the desk as a silhouette hummed silently.

Fists clenched, voice of venom. She stepped forward, raising her fist mid-air, ready to throw a punch.

“Silco.”

As the chair rotated in her direction, the silhouette came into light, leaving Vi's mouth ajar.

“Y-y/n?”

[impairedsanctity]

Jinx had that begging look on her face when Ekko was about to finish her off, but seconds later she has no issue with deciding to release a chomper from her hand to blow herself up.

One of the writers themselves confirmed that she doesn’t actually have a healthy fear of death.

When Ekko was about to hit the final blow, she plead him to stop not because she was scared to die, she was terrified of being killed by a loved one, her childhood best friend of all people. That would break her more than death.

[autistic-and-radical]

Renata would be a good motherly figure for Jinx

Renata would let Jinx let her emotions all at once, weep, cry, scream, wail but right after she calms down, Renata would help her understand her emotions I think that Renata would project some of her trauma on Jinx but Renata would teach jinx how to heal it and forge it into something new And she'd learn her to accept the trauma Because Renata saw her parents die, but she learned to cope and only when she moved on she was able to use her trauma on her advantage

Silco: keep it burning and burn everything

Renata: put it out and rise from the ashes

[coffeemoods]

i'm working on your requests but they might take a while. school's been immensely hectic these days...

[coffeemoods]

RIOT NERFED JAYCE BUT BUFFED DRAVEN??? WHAT IN THE FRESH FUCK.

[coffeemoods]

having ashe and jayce as your main is frustrating.

[cryo-regalia]

►Relationship Headcanons — Ahri + Evelynn

anon requested: May I request K/DA Ahri and Evelynn general fluff/relationship hcs separately please? (○^_^○) thank you! Have a good day !

hello anon! thank you so much for requesting from me! this was so fun to do and it only fuels my kda addiction lol i hope you have a wonderful day, too, and enjoy!

✘   —   𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬: gender-neutral reader, fluff, a bit of spiciness during eve’s part but otherwise so fluffy it gave me cavities, cut for length ✘   —   𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐧'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: i don’t write explicit spiciness but i would be doing eve such injustice if i didn’t include a little bit. although i did pull a 4kidz and kind of beat around the bush lmao

𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐭. 𝐤𝐝𝐚 𝐚𝐡𝐫𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐧

𝐀𝐇𝐑𝐈

Before getting into a relationship with one another, Ahri’s not familiar enough with your language to speak it fluently if it isn’t Korean. Evelynn often had to translate for her or she used a translation app on her phone, but that’s not something she wanted to do forever. It gets pretty bothersome if she’s being interviewed or chatting with a curious fan, but can hardly keep up the conversation because of the barrier between her and them. She can understand it for the most part, but has a hard time speaking your language that gives her the most trouble. Over time, she’d start to pick up courses on her phone that she could take and become quite good at it that she can’t help but flaunt her newest accomplishment. Ahri still stumbles over these new words, phrases, conjunctions, tenses, and so on, but continues to make good progress with each passing day. At first, she told herself it was so she could communicate with her fans and that still stands, but now her biggest reason is so she can talk with you without needing Evelynn by her side or her phone in her hand. When the two of you get close enough, she’ll ask you to help her learn more of the language as you can answer any questions she may have. She also likes the sound of your voice and will admit that if the time ever came up. If you ask her to teach you Korean, she’ll be a bit taken aback but is happy to oblige. She is aware that she can be a bit of a stern teacher, but if you’re willing to deal with that or unbothered by it, she’ll do her absolute best and try not to giggle too much when you mispronounce a word and say something silly instead. It’s odd, she finds it, but learning the tips, tricks, and origins of each other’s languages makes her feel like she’s understanding you more than she did before.

To the surprise of some fans, Ahri’s not a natural blonde or anything close to it. Not many people outside of K/DA knew this fact about her until she released I’ll Show You, where she revealed an old school photo of herself with her natural hair color and fur coat. She keeps that picture attached to the frame of the mirror connected to her vanity so it’s not hidden. You’ll most likely catch sight of it because of that if you spend any time in her bedroom, and the closest she’s gotten to her natural color in years is in Pop/Stars where she kept her roots dark. Ahri typically goes to a private hairdresser to get her hair done, but sometimes she doesn’t have the time to pamper herself or things pop up unexpectedly. In cases like these, she’ll take an emergency visit to whatever store has the proper and best products and do it from home. She’s very good at it after so long of doing this herself, but she struggles with the back and making sure she gets her roots. If you’re not busy or up to anything then she’ll come to you and ask for help with the places she can’t see or check for any places she may have missed. It’s honestly so relaxing and she may just nod off in her seat by accident, especially if it’s after a long and stressful day. The cold dye against the brush makes her ears twitch and so you’ll have to hold the tips to make sure they stay still long enough until you reach the top. She doesn’t mind if you get a bit of dye on her skin, she can scrub it off, and she always makes sure to wear a towel over an old shirt just in case, so don’t worry about getting it on her nice clothes. The foil around her ears makes her look adorably silly, but makes it a bit hard to hear so you’ll have a yelling match like an old, married couple and it’s absolutely hilarious.

Ahri doesn’t show her tails very often and when she does, it’s just the one. This is mostly because they’re seen as fake among her fans despite them being very real and they’re starting to suspect that to be the case. She loves the spotlight, it’s what she’s dreamt of having since she was young, but she doesn’t want to be known for how many tails she has and never has. She wants to be known for her talent and passion for her music and her perseverance through the controlling and restricting music companies. As an idol, she knows that her life will never be the same, but that doesn’t mean she’s any less human as those around her and wants to be seen with someone with emotions and limits that some people forget when it comes to their favorite stars. But you, her darling star, she knows that you see her for who she is. You see past the fame, the money, the clothes, the tails, you just see her and that brings her so much relief that it’s hard for her to put it into words. It’s because of her trust in you that she lets all nine shine when the two of you are in private or in the apartment she shares with the girls. They sometimes change colors and reflect off of the walls and Ahri’s so used to it that she doesn’t realize it until you point out that it’s reflected along the walls and ceiling. She gets so embarrassed about this and will end up tossing a blanket over her lap and tail so it disappears or until it returns to its natural crystalline appearance. Her tails are super smooth, which is an odd but satisfying difference in touch because her ears are so soft and fluffy! She doesn’t like to be pat like some kind of dog, but she won’t say no if you want to comb through the fur in the mornings.

Ahri loves shiny and sparkly things, but nothing gaudy and flashy that it hurts the eyes. If it catches her tastes, her eyes will follow it until it’s no longer in her line of sight if she doesn’t stop to look. She has the money to get just about whatever she wants and so she isn’t going without. She also has the one thing money can’t buy: you. It’s undeniably cheesy, but it’s the full truth. Her taste in gifts can become a bit expensive and slaughter your wallet, and that’s not something she will allow to happen under her watch. Thankfully, she can turn it down a notch and enjoy the smaller things that won’t leave you broke by the end of the day. Homemade gifts are so precious to her and she’ll forever treasure whatever you give her, even if it’s not something she would normally get for herself. She doesn’t always need expensive gifts or vacations to somewhere tropical, she loves just being by your side and would never trade that for anything. She’s very meticulous with what she gets you because she wants to make sure they count. Eying that nice shirt? Oh wow, how did it end up in your shopping bag? Glancing at a video game? Does your console need any new accessories because you can consider both yours. Did your stomach just rumble? How about going out to eat? Making something together sounds so sweet, want to give it a try? All you have to do is ask and it’s yours and she’s so used to just buying what gathers her attention that she forgets that it can be hard to ask without feeling guilty for whatever reason. If that’s the case for you, she’ll reassure you with comforting words and a squeeze to your hand, or even a couple kisses to your face that tickle and leave lipstick on her skin. She never minds spending her earnings on you, especially if it means she gets to see your dazzling smile.

When she goes on tour, Ahri would love it if you came along with her and the rest of K/DA! They go all over the world and she would love to see the beautiful sights and create treasured memories with you by her side. It can be quite exhausting, however, and so she may want to spend a day trying to recover from her jetlag or relaxing from performing once you both return to her hotel room. Being curled up into your side in her comfy and loose pajamas is a nice luxury she cannot say no to when she’s given the time to sit and rest. You’re just so warm and comfortable, and you make her feel like she’s right at home. Between performances and being off her feet, she’ll offer to go out to get something to eat with you and try the cuisine and get a souvenir. If it’s matching, she’ll be in love and happily carry it with her the entire time until you get back, and she’ll show it off to the girls the first chance she gets. Ahri makes sure you get the best seats in the house if you want to be in the crowd and can’t help but blow a kiss your way, and looks your way to see your reaction. Her fans mean so much to her and she appreciates their support so much, but she can’t help but melt a little bit if you cheer her name. If you can’t attend and come along with her, she’s disappointed by the bad timing but totally understands! You have to do what you have to do and she gets that, but it breaks her heart to be so far away. All the while, she picks up souvenirs for you and sends pictures. She always calls before she gets on stage or when she gets off the plane to remind you that she’s thinking about you and loves you so very much. The same goes for when she’s about to go to bed and it’s not uncommon for her to fall asleep on a regular voice call or FaceTime, but she always makes an effort to stay awake.

“-and I showed Seraphine the food market. She tried hotteok and I swear she fell in love with it.” The pop star burst into gentle giggles as she shifted onto her stomach on the luxurious hotel bed. Ahri laid her head down on her arms crossed in front of her, brilliant but exhausted blue eyes staring up at you through the screen of her propped up phone. “I miss you, starlight. I wish you could have been here to see it with us. Be patient, I’ll be in your arms again soon, I promise.”

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[coffeemoods]

Hey, im the personn who requested the "tribbing with the Charecters" request. Im so sorry if ive made you uncomfy. I genuinly 100 percent feel like shit for it and i am so so sorry if i ruined any request chases for someone else. Im so sorrryyy!

nonono, it's fine, really. you don't have to feel sorry cause i technically brought this on myself when i accepted suggestive content requests.

if anything, you actually did me a favor by letting me know my limits and boundaries!

[coffeemoods]

Headcanons for tribbing with these charecters? <3

-Jinx

-Vi

-Caitlyn

tribbing with... –H.C

Characters: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn

Warnings: mildy nsfw content? you're responsible for your own media consumption.

A/N: ngl, i lowkey dislike the scissoring position. 💀

oh yeah, i'm probably closing my suggestive content requests cause writing smut upon request makes me feel strange(?), if that's one way to put it. but,,, i still had fun writing this.

Jinx

She's kinda goofy throughout the session.

Will crack a joke every now and then but quickly diverts her attention when a moan slips from her lips.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

Clasping on your leg, her grip becomes tighter and tighter as your hips rock in tandem.

The stillness in the atmosphere only serves to amplify the drenched friction between your slits, and the desperation in your voices.

Digging her fingernails into your skin when the searing pleasure numbs every part of her nerves.

When she rides out her orgasm, she'll let out a series of chuckles in between pants.

“We *pant* should really *pant* do this more *pant* often, toots. Fuck.”

Vi

Slow and gentle at first while your hips set a steady rhythm.

Will lean in to nibble your earlobe, murmuring sweet nothings and slipping in the occasional smug remark of how good she makes you feel.

But the teasing is short-lived when all she emits are voiceless sighs of your name whenever her lips part, cutting herself off mid-sentence.

It’s the moment she hears you utter something so vulgar, eyes clenched shut as your slits pulsate with each grind of your hips.

The need to ruin you with only her touch proves unbearable.

Her unoccupied hand will find its way to your neck, tugging you close as she swallows your delicious moans.

“Fucking hell, babe. You have no idea what you've just gotten yourself into.”

Caitlyn

Lowkey gets caught off-guard by your suggestion.

Despite being a little flustered, she's always down to experiment with different positions with you.

“Is this okay? Do you feel comfortable like this?”

Constantly asking whether you're feeling uncomfortable or if she's overstepped your boundaries unwittingly.

With your reassurance, her bold and cunning side takes full control, pecking on the smooth skin as your leg rests on her shoulder.

Settling her forefoot on your thoracic before scooping you towards her.

Mumbles an ‘I love you’ against your lips, barely intelligible but enough to reach your ears. 

Upon pulling away for air, you'll take heed of the menacing grin plastered on her face.

“I can't wait to show you what I have in store, my darling.”

[coffeemoods]

OH MY GOD POLY VIOLYN W/READER if you’re comfortable can i request the headcanons thing with them please 😫😫😫💗💗

sure, why not. i'll see what i can do. ;)

[coffeemoods]

coffeemoods' request is open! [CLOSED]

Accepting headcanon request for Arcane!

Characters I write for:

Jinx

Vi

Caitlyn

Sevika

-might try writing poly violyn, who knows

-update: i'm no longer taking suggestive content requests. just the wholesome ones. ^^

-happy reading!

[coffeemoods]

Can you please do a Suicide Squad imagine where Cleo introduces the reader, her wife, and three year old son, Hernando, to Robert?

my request for drabbles isn't open currently, but i'll keep your idea in mind in case i write it in the future! ^^

[coffeemoods]

Can you do judo master headcannons? Idk why I like him-

sorry.

[coffeemoods]

how they like to kiss you –H.C

Characters: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Sevika

Warnings: slightly suggestive for vi and sevika(?) ig.

A/N: writing sapphic shits at 1 am, didn't fail at life.😸

Jinx

Kisses are like surprises to Jinx, she loves to jump on you whenever you're unaware of her presence or too focused on other things.

When you're taken aback by the weight upon your body, she'll latch onto your waist, rendering your escape impossible.

“Toots, I want your attention toooo!”

She won't go for the lips first.

Loves pampers your entire face with feather-light kisses.

Soft pecks on your forehead and eyelids before moving down to your nose and cheeks.

This little shit will deliberately kiss the corners of your lips, goading you into eliciting a groan.

Yes, she'll miss your lips twice.

ಠ_ಠ Unbelievable. *in tiny*

“So now I have your attention!” >:)

Giggles before finally pressing her lips against yours.

Vi

She's really affectionate behind closed doors.

Loves to back hug you out of nowhere when you aren't paying attention.

And when you whine playfully while she nuzzles your neck, warm breath grazing the skin ever-so-slightly.

She feels as if she's melting from your tenderness.

Will leave pecks along your neck, soft kiss noises upon contact as her lips skim across your collarbone, then up to your shoulder.

Taking her time to mark up the sensitive skin on the side of your neck.

Smiling at the soft gasp that slips from your lips when she sucks on the spot she's just kissed.

“I missed you, cupcake.”

She saves your lips for last while leading you to your shared bedroom.

Caitlyn

She prefers slow and tender touches, savoring each moment her lips touch your skin.

The warmth on your knuckles.

The press of your palm to hers, lacing your fingers together as she holds you close and plants a kiss on your temple.

Whispering another “I love you,” before closing the proximity between your lips.

Lingering and comforting.

It's the perfect balance between passion and gentleness.

Hands pulling away but still finding purchase on each other.

Will let out soft chuckles upon remembering how lucky it is to be with the person she cherishes the most.

“Have I told you how much I adore you, love?”

“About a hundred times.”

“Let's add a hundred more, then.”

Sevika

A fucking tease and she knows it.

Much like Jinx, she deliberately misses your lips every time she's just millimeters away.

With a firm hold on your neck, her kisses trail along your jawline, gradually gliding downwards to meet your collarbone.

Practically feeling her smirk as she bites down on the skin, leaving a pretty bruise to serve as a reminder of who you belong to.

Loves to push your buttons until you reach your breaking point, yanking her by her leather collar for a searing kiss.

Running her fingers through your hair as your lips met and locked, breath mingling, eyes clenched shut.

She'll nip lightly on your lower lip, seeking entry to deepen the kiss.

Tongues tangling, slow and languid.

Flashes you with a smug smile upon pulling away for air.

“You're just begging for more, aren't you pet?”