honestlyanowl

[honestlyanowl]

Been thinking too hard about library sex with Powder, your praising her through silent whispers and accidently mumble an "i love you" augh end me <3

Content: nsfw - silent public sex, praise, soft sex, bottom powder, dom fem! reader, fingering, situationship

You found yourself day dreaming again, pen hovering over the lined paper below your eyes.

And yet, you couldn't will yourself to write the next section of your essay.

You couldn't get- Powder out of your mind.

Her very essence had leeched itself onto your thought process.

The way she spoke, the way she walked with a little hop in her step, the way her eyes sparkled whenever she smiled, the way her foot tapped when she tried to concentrate.

The list went on... you were head over heels; that much was obvious by now.

But who could be so dearly in love with their best friend?

Someone you'd grown up with, someone who'd made it clear she only thought of you platonically.

Accept for when she didn't, how the back of your hands would brush together when you two stood close enough, the subtle glances, the small hearts she'd secretly scribble on your homework... god, the mixed signals drove you insane.

So, you just... sort of sat there, conflicted with your emotions.

Powder sat beside you, neatly writing down notes from an earlier lesson she'd recorded a week prior.

You could smell the enchanting fragrance of her perfume as it occasionally wafted your way.

It was like a glimpse of heaven every time.

Maybe it was the way she was dressed, her leather dress shoes, with laced socks peeking over the top.

Or her denim overalls, embroidered with flowers across the seams.

Possibly even the way she had her short length hair tucked into two rounded buns.

But something had you in a particularly clouded mood.

You couldn't stray your thoughts away from the want to reach out and- touch her, make sure her skin still held it's usual warmth.

The pure need to wrap yourself so tightly around her you'd merge together into one.

Blend in a flurry of colour.

Too far? Okay.

Powder's eyes snapped down to her lap, where one of your hands had unconsciously rested itself onto one of her legs.

It took you a second to notice, yet instead of recoiling your hand and trying to play it off like a normal human being... you rolled with it.

You were just friends anyway, right?

"Can we share notes?" You mutter with practiced ease, covering up the way your heart was practically beating out of your throat.

Powder seems to relax a little under your touch, and if you squinted... it almost looked like she had a slightly more crimson hue on cheeks.

She clicks the lead back up into her mechanical pencil and slid her notebook over to you so you could read through what she'd written so far.

You pretended to read, but in all truth couldn't manage to focus your eyes.

All you could feel was the silky smooth skin of her leg under your palm, and for a moment you thought maybe you'd managed to slide it higher, just grazing the beginning of her thigh.

"y/n..." Powder mumbles a little too quietly, her thighs pressing tightly together as her gaze flickers between your eyes and her notebook; you were oddly still.

But before she could press any further, you spoke.

"What part of the lecture was this in?" You point curiously at a random paragraph you didn't bother to pay any real attention to.

Your side vision however, catches the title.

'First topic.' in big letters, god damnit.

"Well it's-" Powder tries, gently grasping your hand, and nudging it to the bullet note.

You felt your face heat up, and if you hadn't known any better you'd think someone turned off the air conditioning.

There was no point trying to tip toe your way around this one.

It was either rejection, or- hopefully anything more pleasant.

You swiped your hand up her leg, it slipped under the first few rows of ruffles that lined her skirt.

And you managed to elicit a small shaky gasp from Powder.

She contemplated reaching down to grab your wrist, to stop you.

But she found herself frozen in place.

It didn't take long for you to realise what your were doing, you didn't want to ruin what the both of you had... after several years of friendship... you'd both been through so much together.

You didn't want to overstep, you couldn't.

But at the same time, the hunger for her; her very soul... tugged at your heart.

"Can I...?" The words leave your lips, barely audible.

You feel like your breath had been sucked from your lungs the way she looked back at you.

Not with anger, or shock like you'd religiously expected.

But instead with... an equal hunger.

Powder nods frantically, arching her back subtly to urge your hands higher, until they nudged up against her panties, the thin fabric that separated your fingertips from her aching flesh.

You were in a pretty quiet, secluded, area of the library.

So that was a plus, surrounded by two or three book shelves and several empty tables.

Seemed like a win.

"What if- we get caught...?" Powder whispers, almost rushed as her eyes are fixated on your hand, unable to see past what was under her skirt, but it gave her the ghost of some kind of reassurance.

"What if we don't?"

You reply, a finger hooking under the white laced panties that wrapped over her hips, tugging it to the side.

You could faintly smell the musky scent of her arousal, and bathed in her sharp inhales as you dragged a fingertip up her folds, gathering slick and discreetly lubricating your fingers.

Powder almost sobs as you stuff a finger into her heat.

Your spare hand slaps over her mouth as you drag the digit slowly in and out; feeling her velvety walls clamp down around you.

"Quiet now." You mutter, bathing in the way each little squeak she made stroked your ego, and the way her thighs fluttered around your hand.

Powder's eyes scanned the room, hyper aware of every little sound around them.

Including the shameful noise her pussy made when you forced in a second finger.

This one seemed harder to take than the last, she squirmed a little on the cushion, breathing heavily against your palm as her hips grinded into your touch.

"You're taking it so well..~" You coo out a gentle praise, lips attaching themselves to her neck as you press affectionate smooches along her jaw.

Fingers pumping faster.

Powder's moans muffled into your hand, she could feel the wetness lathering across her inner thighs every time you'd curl your palm onto her swollen clit.

And she could definitely feel the way her gut was tightening more, and more, with every slide of your digits.

"M'fuckk..." You groan as quietly as you can manage, eyes fluttering against the skin of her neck as you suck little hickeys onto the pale flesh. "Love you- mmn.. so much."

Powder's walls clamp down a little too abruptly, and for a moment you'd like to believe it was her at an edge, but, unfortunately for you. She'd heard that.

You almost certainly lost some colour from your face, because Powder looks like she's seen a ghost.

Did you really just let that slip out...?

"Powder I-" You recoil your fingers from her heat, not even bothering to clean the wetness off of them as your vision blurs out slightly.

"y/n... you know I'm not.." Powder's words seemed to get wedged in her throat, not what? Not gay?

You knew that part very well, you saw the way she looked at him, so why did you look at her with such a heavy heart.

You should've known this was going to happen, something like this always happens.

"We're- just.. friends, aren't we?" Powder inquires, there was an insecurity in her voice, a distant tremble.

And it broke your heart to know you caused it.

"..Yeah, just friends." You try muster an assuring smile, but it comes out more of a grimace,

"I guess it just- slipped out, sorry..."

(REQUESTS OPEN)

did the ending ruin it?? 😭😭

hope you eat this up anyway, it took me ages <3

(Might come back and edit it later to change the ending or proof read)

- Owl 🌹

[honestlyanowl]

im drooling over my screen ♡ if i get the motivation i might write some subjinx later if you have any filthy ideas for jinx, any at all... i'm begging, my inbox is open 🙏

look at this shit I just creamed my pants

[honestlyanowl]

hey, maybe if you’re interested you could write some head cannons for Vi with an insecure reader? like with stretch marks, a curvy body, etc? or jinx too if you’d like :3

Hi doll! That's so cute of course I can <3 (REQUESTS OPEN)

♡ I feel like Vi would be super sensitive around the subject, but absolutely not afraid to shut down your self negativity, showering you in compliments. You'd notice a cluster of stretch lines and visibly grimace a little. Vi would snake her arms around your waist, tracing the pads of her fingers over the marks and cooing softly.

"they're like little battle scars," I feel like her voice would be teasing, but yet filled with so much adoration. If you got embarrassed, she'd be quick to point out her own, the faint stripes of purple and white that skimmed over her shoulders. And if you had a curvier body? Once again, Vi really loved you however you were, whether that meant the slimmer form some obtained, or something uniquely as beautiful like your own.

♡ Though if it were Jinx, it's be every second mention. She'd trace over them with vibrant paints and in turn let you copy that on the veins that ran around her eyes. She loved them, to her they made you look badass. And if you had curves? She couldn't give less of a shit, she was just as obsessed. Jinx never found herself caring about your appearance, in fact all she could ever do was compliment it. You were different from the cookie cutter perspective a lot of people aimed toward, and she loved that about you. As long as you were happy, so was she. And if you weren't? She'd make sure to drown you in reassurances. If there was even a brief moment where you wondered if she really loved your body, she'd make it very clear that she definitely did. Even if that meant rambling on for minutes on end about everything that made her fall in love with you in the first place. - Owl 🌹

[honestlyanowl]

"Oh yeah, they love you."

(REQUESTS OPEN) Heyy :) I've had a little idea in my head for a while now about Jinx; so I thought I should write about it. Let's say the reader and Jinx met when she snuck onto one of the blimps, going to Ionia. Anyway, reader is from Ionia and worked making deliveries to Piltover, Noxus, etc, etc. She knew of Jinx through small mentions of the people in small town, though instead of wanting to imprison her, like most of the people in Piltover would've wanted... she welcomed her, gave her a place to stay, and with that, the small community near reader's home, helped her heal. I don't know how accurate this is to League lore ig? But bare with me okay I've never touched the game once in my life 😭

Jinx wasn't the easiest person to love, but that didn't make it impossible. There were moments of distance, where Jinx would push you away, needed time to herself to think, and to process. But it was never very long until you'd find her, sat beside a gentle stream of water, her bare feet dipped under the crystal liquid.

Her smoky pink eyes dulled, and for a moment they almost seemed a subtle shade of blue. You caught yourself gazing it her, like a moth to a flame, but at this point, who wouldn't? To see someone who was always on some sort of edge, some sort of high, so... calm. It was a sight to see. She was dressed in a long maxi skirt, it was one you'd given to her to borrow, and yet she'd never given it back; though, you didn't mind. Over it, was a cloak. Slightly ripped, but you'd helped her stitch, and patch it back to a comfortable state. And her hair, over the years had grown a decent amount, now fallen just past her collarbone. "How long are you going to stare for...?" Jinx murmured, her eyes lifting to meet yours. Her expression was unreadable, and yet still the furthest thing from the broken look it used to hold. You felt your face heat up a little, a gentle crimson colour freckling over the tips of your ears, and brushing over the end of your nose. "Ah, sorry." You chuckle, a noticeable tremble in your voice. You sat beside her with a small smile, inviting yourself down onto the soft grass. A couple flowers folding under you. Jinx hummed, her lips tugging upward for a moment as she shrugged, and yet her eyes remained blank and barren. "What's got you in such a go-lucky mood?" Jinx inquired, cupping her hands and scooping up some water from the stream, dipping her head and rinsing it through her side bang.. washing out some old paint. The kids here loved to pester her, which usually ended in them convincing her to do their face paint. And to no surprise, always resulted in mess. "Me? Nothing," You giggle, turning your gaze to the small town in the distance. "Just... happy you're fitting in." You finish, turning to look back at Jinx. Jinx met your glance, her bang falling over her face in a kind of fringe... She ran her slender hand through it, moving the blue locks out of her vision. "You think so...?" Jinx asked; though, in place of her usual teasing manner, was a sincere question. "Oh yeah, the kids love you." You answer without having to think. You didn't hesitate, not even for a second. And it was certainly not a lie. Although Jinx's rough past, she'd made a huge difference here in this side of Ionia. A good difference. Jinx had helped you deliver cargo to Noxus, and stayed back to help harvest whatever was necessary when you'd go to Piltover. She'd use her old skills in tinkering to make toys for the children, little wind up monkeys, or even as far as vibrant face paints for special events. Children practically swarmed around her in the holidays. and despite Jinx's awkwardness around them, she still managed to have a soft spot for their playful tendencies. It was a welcomed change, Jinx was healing. "Oh," Jinx blinked, even after all those little moments of connection with the community here. She'd never considered they actually... liked her. You gave her an affectionate nudge on the shoulder, a shit eating grin on your face. "You're doing good, I'm proud of you." You mutter, your tone was softer now— as if to prove your words held truth. Jinx's brows furrowed, and her eyes remained fixated on the water that lapped over her ankles. Yet, before she could muster the words to respond to the praise; you pressed a kiss to her cheek. A chaste show of your love; something still fresh between you two, but more than obvious by now. Jinx went a little rigid, but quickly relaxed. A soft heat forming over her cheeks. She'd never admit how much these moments meant to her. Her and her sanity.

I hope this was okay! I really enjoy writing my version of Jinx. And I hope you enjoyed reading about her! Let me know if you have any requests or questions! My inbox is always open <3

- Owl 🌹