#Katarina x reader

[mywomankatarina]

"𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐍𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭"

Katarina x f! reader - 𝗔𝗿𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗲

A = Aftercare – Katarina isn’t the softest person in battle, but when it comes to you, she’s surprisingly gentle. After an intense night, she won’t say much, but her actions speak louder—cleaning you up, pulling you close, and running her fingers through your hair until you drift off. She’s not used to vulnerability, but she’ll show it in the way she makes sure you’re comfortable.

B = Body Part – Her favorite part of your body? Your thighs. She loves gripping them, kissing them, and leaving marks as proof that you’re hers. But if we’re talking about her own body, she knows her abs drive you crazy, and she doesn’t hesitate to flex a little when she catches you staring.

C = Cum – Katarina is possessive in bed, and she loves making a mess of you. Seeing you covered in proof of her efforts makes her smirk in satisfaction. She’s also a bit of a tease—she’ll drag her fingers through it and make you watch before she cleans you up herself.

D = Dirty Talk – Oh, she’s filthy. Katarina has a sharp tongue, and in bed, it’s no different. She’ll whisper the dirtiest things in your ear, telling you exactly how good you feel, how desperate you are, and how much she loves ruining you. Expect teasing insults mixed with praise—she loves pushing you until you’re whimpering from her words alone.

E = Experience – Let’s be real—Katarina knows exactly what she’s doing. She’s confident, precise, and absolutely ruthless in making sure you’re satisfied. She’s been with others before, but none of them ever mattered the way you do, and that makes her even more determined to make you fall apart beneath her.

F = Favorite Position – She loves being in control. Whether it’s pinning you down and making you beg or having you straddle her lap so she can guide your movements, Katarina is a dominant lover. She also has a thing for bending you over anything nearby—tables, walls, even her own desk—just to remind you who’s in charge.

G = Goofy – Katarina isn’t the type to joke around during sex. She’s intense, focused, and completely consumed by you. But after? If you’re all flustered and breathless, she might smirk and say something cocky like, “Didn’t think you could handle me, huh?” just to see you get flustered all over again.

H = Hair – She keeps herself well-groomed but doesn’t overthink it. Katarina is all about practicality, so she prefers to keep things tidy without making it a big deal. That said, she loves when you tug on her hair, especially when she’s between your legs—if you do, expect a low growl and an even rougher pace.

I = Intimacy – Katarina isn’t used to soft, tender moments, but with you, she’s learning. She might start rough, but the way she holds you afterward, the way she murmurs your name in a rare, breathless moment—it’s raw, intense, and deeply intimate. You make her feel things she’s never felt before, and that scares her, but she’ll show you in the way she kisses you like she never wants to stop.

J = Jack Off – Katarina has incredible self-control, but when she’s away on missions for too long, thinking about you is her only relief. She’ll run a hand down her body, thinking about the way you moan her name, how soft your skin feels against hers. If she has a piece of your clothing—especially lingerie—she’ll keep it close, smirking at how desperate she’s become for you.

K = Kink – Possession. Marking. Control. Katarina loves owning you, whether it’s biting your skin until it bruises or holding you down until you’re completely at her mercy. She also has a bit of a praise kink—but only when you beg for her. Hearing you whimper, “Please, Kat, I need you,” is pure fuel to her dominant nature.

L = Location – She has no shame. The bedroom? Too easy. She’ll take you against a wall, on a desk, in the training room, even in risky places where someone might hear. Katarina thrives on adrenaline, and knowing you’re just as desperate for her, no matter where you are, only makes her want you more.

M = Motivation – You. The way you look at her, the way you react to her touch—it’s enough to drive her crazy. But if you’re being a little brat? Acting defiant? Oh, she’ll put you in your place. Nothing makes her more eager than reminding you exactly who you belong to.

N = NO – Katarina is dominant, but she’s never cruel. She respects your boundaries without hesitation, and if you ever tell her to stop, she will—immediately. She might tease and push limits, but she would never do anything that makes you uncomfortable.

O = Oral – She’s a master at it. Katarina is skilled, relentless, and loves watching you fall apart under her tongue. She’ll take her time, teasing you until you’re begging for more. And when she finally gives in? She won’t stop until you’re completely wrecked.

P = Pace – Fast and intense. Katarina doesn’t do slow unless she’s teasing you. She loves making you squirm, loves the way you arch into her touch, but once she’s started, she won’t stop until she’s completely satisfied with the mess she’s made of you.

Q = Quickie – She loves them. Missions, meetings, even training sessions—if she wants you, she’ll take you. She’s skilled enough to make it quick, but she’ll make sure you feel it for hours afterward.

R = Risk – She’s a thrill-seeker, and that applies to the bedroom too. She enjoys the risk of getting caught, whether it’s a hidden corner of the war room or sneaking into your quarters late at night. The danger just makes it hotter.

S= Stamina – Insane. Katarina has trained her body for endurance, and that applies in bed too. She can go for hours, pushing you to your limits until you’re a shaking, overstimulated mess. And the best part? She loves seeing you struggle to keep up.

T = Toys – She doesn’t use them often—she is the toy. But if she ever does? She’ll make you watch as she tests it on herself first, just to see how desperate you get before she even touches you.

U = Unfair – She’s a tease. Katarina loves pushing you until you’re begging, dragging things out just to hear you whimper. She’ll hover her lips over yours, whispering, “Do you really want it? Beg me for it.”

V = Volume – She’s not loud, but the low, husky growls and breathless curses in your ear? Absolutely sinful.

W = Wild Card – She loves using her knives. Not in a dangerous way, but she might trail the cold blade along your skin, watching as goosebumps rise. The contrast of the steel against your warmth? It drives her insane.

X = X-Ray – She’s fit, toned, and incredibly strong. Years of training have sculpted her body to perfection, and she knows it. She catches you staring? She’ll smirk and say, “Like what you see?”

Y = Yearning – If she’s away too long, expect her to make up for it tenfold when she returns. The moment she sees you? You’re not leaving that bed for hours.

Z = ZZZ – Afterward, she’ll pull you close, one arm draped protectively over you. She might not say much, but the way she holds you? It says everything.

Author's note - Send request!! btw i do wnba too

[coralaze]

—ARCANE WOMAN STRAPPING YOU HCS

Tw: strap-on sex, size kink, overstimulation, begging, brat taming, ruined orgasms, daddy kink (a lil), marking, hair pulling, filthy talk, power play.

Vi–

Vi wears the harness like it was made for her. Thick, black leather. Buckles tight. And the strap? Heavy. Veiny. Big.

She grins like the devil when you gasp seeing it. “What’s wrong, babe? I thought you liked a challenge.”

She doesn’t ease in — she presses the tip to your entrance, grabs your throat, and whispers, “Take a deep breath.”

Then she thrusts, slow but deep, stretching you until you’re clinging to her biceps and gasping her name like a prayer.

“That’s it,” she grunts, fucking you with steady rhythm. “So fuckin’ tight. Can’t even take all of it, huh?”

Slaps your ass and thrusts harder when you whine. “You’ll learn, sugar. Daddy’s got time.”

You lose count of how many times she makes you come. And she doesn’t stop.

“C’mon. You said you could take it. Let me see you cry.”

Caitlyn–

Caitlyn’s strap is elegant — sleek, deep violet, maybe even monogrammed. Because of course.

She fucks you in front of a mirror. She wants you to watch yourself fall apart.

“Spread wider,” she murmurs, as she lines herself up behind you. “I want to see you take every inch.”

Her thrusts are slow, cruelly precise. She hits your g-spot like she mapped your body.

She wraps her hand around your throat and forces your gaze up to the mirror.

“Look at yourself. Dripping. Writhing. You’re humiliating yourself for my cock.”

You cry when you come. She kisses your temple and keeps going until your legs shake and give out.

“Oh no, darling,” she purrs, pulling you back up. “You don’t get to lie down yet.”

Sevika–

Sevika wears the thickest strap she can find — and she’ll pin you to the mattress like you owe her rent.

“Face down,” she growls. “Ass up.”

She spits on it before sliding in. You moan. She smirks. “Nasty little slut.”

Sevika doesn’t make love — she fucks. Deep, brutal thrusts that punch the air from your lungs.

Her metal arm grips your hips so hard it leaves marks.

“Scream for me,” she commands, voice rough. “Let the whole block know who’s ruining you.”

You sob. You squirt. You beg.

She laughs. “You’re addicted to this cock, aren’t you?”

When you collapse, she kisses your shoulder and mutters, “Next round’s with the double-ended one. Don’t pass out yet.”

Ambessa Medarda–

Ambessa doesn’t just strap in — she owns it. Gold accents, regal leather, the kind of toy that costs more than your rent.

“On your knees. Hands behind your back. Good.”

She starts slow — lets you beg for it. Trails the tip along your folds until you’re shaking.

“So desperate,” she murmurs. “You’ll behave now, won’t you?”

Then she slides in with one stroke. You scream.

Ambessa fucks you with her hand wrapped in your hair, her voice in your ear.

“You’ll come when I say. Not before.”

She holds you on the edge, makes you earn every orgasm. One eyebrow raised, amused at your pathetic little whimpers.

When you finally break, coming so hard you sob, she smiles and kisses your tears.

“Beautiful,” she whispers. “Now clean it up with your tongue.”

Katarina–

(Adding her, cause i want her)

Kat’s the one who smirks while strapping in — eyes blazing, red hair wild.

“I don’t do soft,” she says, climbing on top of you. “You want this? You take it.”

She rides you first — grinding the strap against your core until you’re soaked and needy, begging for more.

Then she flips you over and fucks you like an enemy. Rough. Fast. Unrelenting.

She chokes you with one hand and slaps your thigh with the other.

“Look at this hole. You were made for my cock.”

She doesn’t stop until you’re drooling into the sheets, barely able to move.

“That’s what I thought,” she mutters, pulling out with a wet pop. “Now lie still. I’m not done yet.”

[leiyanzyves]

— ARCANE WOMAN STRAP HCS

Warning: smut, use of strap on, etc.

Sevika—

She’s all power. Sevika doesn’t ask—she takes. She’ll smoke her cigar, eye you down like you’re tonight’s main course, then strap in like it’s just another weapon in her arsenal.

She wears it low and heavy. You feel the weight of it between her thighs when she steps close, and she makes damn sure you see it too—just to watch your face go hot.

Loves bending you over. No sweet missionary. Sevika grabs your hips, growls your name into your shoulder, and pounds into you like she owns you. And let’s be honest, she kind of does.

Dirty talk is rough and relentless. "Look at you takin’ me so good, baby." Or "Didn’t think you could handle this, huh?" And she says it right into your ear, voice low, smoky, and dripping with cocky pleasure.

She grinds into you when you moan. Loves dragging it in slow, then slamming deep until your knees give out. That wicked grin of hers only grows the messier you get.

Hand around your throat. Not tight—just enough to remind you who’s in charge. It’s never scary, but it is hot as hell.

Aftercare is lowkey but real. She’ll wipe you down with a towel, light another smoke, and pull you onto her lap—metal arm around your waist, lips on your neck, murmuring, “You’re mine, y’know that?”

Caitlyn—

She’s composed—but filthy in bed. Caitlyn acts like the perfect noblewoman… until the strap comes out. Then she becomes cold, in control, and devastatingly good at what she does.

She takes her time. She preps you with fingers, praise, and soft kisses first. Because when she finally straps in? She wants you trembling from anticipation, not just from pleasure.

Prefers eye contact and missionary. She loves watching your face—loves hearing every broken moan. She’ll cup your cheek with her gloved hand and ask, “You’re taking me so well, darling.”

Precision, always. Her thrusts are clean, deep, and deliberate. She knows exactly how to angle her hips to make you lose your mind—and she takes notes on your reactions like a damn detective.

Whispers in your ear like a proper lady. Except what she’s whispering is absolutely not proper. “Do you want more? Say please.” And if you’re stubborn? She’ll edge you until you break.

Uses elegant, custom toys. You know hers are top-tier—sleek, perfectly designed, maybe even engraved. She likes quality, and it shows.

Aftercare is soft and spoiled. She wraps you in silk sheets, brings you water and a warm cloth, and curls up beside you like she didn’t just destroy your soul ten minutes ago.

Vi—

She’s cocky with it. Vi puts that harness on like she was born to wear it. Walks around like it’s just another extension of her confidence—and she loves the way your eyes drop every time you see it.

Teasing is her foreplay. She’ll grind against you through your clothes, whispering filthy things in your ear, making you beg before she even touches you properly.

Rough but playful. She pounds you into the mattress, but she’s smiling through it—laughing when your legs shake, kissing your nose between thrusts, saying “What’s the matter, cupcake? Can’t take it?”

She lives to make you scream. Vi’s competitive. She’ll go hard just to see how many times she can make you come before you’re a mess in her hands.

Aftercare is sweet chaos. Sweaty cuddles, dumb jokes, kisses all over your face while you recover. She lives to wreck you and then hold you.

Ambessa Medarda—

She’s pure domineering energy. Ambessa doesn’t ask. She commands. You kneel when she tells you to. You open your mouth when she says so. And when she straps in? You obey.

Luxury and leather. She uses the finest toys—custom-fitted, heavy, designed to ruin you. That strap doesn’t just look intimidating—it feels like sin.

Her size? Devastating. Ambessa is big, strong, and she uses that to make you feel small beneath her. She likes seeing you fold under her weight, crushed into the bed, absolutely wrecked.

Dirty talk like a goddess. “You exist to be fucked by me.” “You were made for this, weren’t you?” Her voice alone could break you—and she knows it.

She watches you the whole time. Arms braced beside your head, hips rolling deep, eyes locked on your face like you’re hers. And you are.

Aftercare is possessive and regal. Bath drawn. Clothes brought. Your head on her chsst while she pets your hair and calls you “my good girl.”

Katarina—

(I gotta add her, cause she doesn't have any smut fics. And, I love her so much.)

She’s confident as hell—Katarina doesn’t hesitate. The moment she straps it on, she owns the room like it’s a battlefield. That smirk she gives you? Yeah, it means you’re not walking tomorrow.

Leather and black straps all the way. Nothing flashy, just sleek and deadly like her. She’ll wear it low on her hips, confident and commanding, making you feel like prey the second she steps toward you.

Low growls and rough whispers. She’ll curse under her breath when you moan for her, tell you to be louder, tell you “you take me so well, don’t you?”—all while keeping a hand tight around your waist.

Her pace depends on her mood. If she’s had a rough mission? Expect hard, punishing thrusts with her hand tangled in your hair. But if she’s missed you? Slow, deep, intense—she makes sure you feel every second of it.

Eye contact is a must. She loves watching your face twist in pleasure beneath her. If you try to look away, she’ll grab your chin and force your gaze back to hers.

She doesn’t stop at one round. Katarina is tireless. Once she’s got you spread out and shaking under her, she’s going again—and again—until your voice is hoarse and your legs give out.

[thesecondhandwoman]

SEVERED TIES

Katarina x f!reader

Synopsis: You and Katarina were once lovers, now enemies hunting after one another, but even love from the past can cause hesitation in the final blow.

A/N: Just because Katarina isn’t a girl kisser doesn’t mean I won’t make her one (because yes, I need her to be).

The air was thick with tension, the kind that felt like it could crush you if you dared to breathe too deeply. The abandoned building groaned under its own weight, its decaying walls a reflection of the battlefield that was about to unfold.

Katarina prowled silently through the dim corridor, her twin daggers a natural extension of her hands. The chill in the air prickled against her skin, but it was nothing compared to the storm raging inside her. Somewhere in the shadows, you were waiting. She knew it.

And she hated that she could still feel you like this, even after all these years.

“Still as quiet as ever,” Katarina muttered under her breath, lips twitching into a humorless smile.

You had always been good at hiding, better at slipping away. She remembered the way you used to vanish into the night, leaving her alone in dark alleys or behind enemy lines. But tonight, there would be no escape.

A whisper of movement behind her. Katarina spun, her blade slicing through the air just as you ducked beneath it. Your own dagger flashed in the dim light, aimed for her ribs. She twisted, the blade missing its mark by a hair.

“Ah, hi there, Kat,” you said, your voice low and dangerous.

Katarina’s green eyes narrowed. “You’ve gotten sloppy, Y/N.”

Your smirk was as sharp as the blade in your hand. “Or maybe you’re just getting predictable.”

The sound of movement came from her left, and Katarina turned just in time to block your strike. Steel met steel with a deafening clang, the force of your blow sending a jolt up her arm.

Your eyes locked as you pressed closer, the fury in your gaze almost palpable. “You’ve got nerve showing your face here,” you spat, shoving her back.

Katarina stumbled but recovered quickly, flipping one of her daggers in her hand. “And you’ve got nerve thinking you can take me after all these years .”

The fight exploded into chaos. Blades clashed in a flurry of sparks, each strike more calculated than the last. You moved with a precision that mirrored her own, every feint and lunge like a reflection of battles long past. It was infuriating how well you still knew her, every weakness, every opening.

But Katarina knew you, too.

“You’ve improved,” she admitted, her tone almost mocking as she ducked under your blade.

“Why are you here, Kat?” you demanded, your blade catching the light as you deflected another attack due to your miss.

“Why are you here?” Katarina countered, her voice tight with frustration.

You hesitated, and she saw the flicker of something in your eyes—guilt, perhaps, or maybe sorrow. It was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by the steely resolve she had come to expect.

Your blades locked, your faces inches apart. The proximity was suffocating, the weight of your shared history pressing down like a vice.

The hesitation cost you. Katarina moved like lightning, her dagger finding its mark as it sliced across your arm. You hissed in pain, retreating a step as blood seeped through your sleeve.

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” Katarina said, her voice softer now.

You laughed bitterly, shaking your head. “That’s rich, coming from you.”

She pushed you back, breaking the stalemate. “You wouldn’t understand,” she said coldly, though her voice wavered. “It was for the mission.”

Your laugh was bitter, almost deranged. “The mission? Don’t lie to me, Kat. You left because you couldn’t handle the consequences of what we had.”

“Don’t you dare—”

“What we had meant nothing to you, didn’t it?” you shouted, your voice cracking. “You sold me out for glory. For Noxus.”

Katarina flinched as if you had struck her. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, I don’t?” you spat, your grip tightening on your blade. “Then tell me, Katarina. Tell me how it felt to leave me bleeding in the dirt while you walked away without looking back.”

Her heart twisted, memories flooding her mind, memories she had spent years trying to bury. She had walked away, yes, but not because she wanted to. She had been given an impossible choice: you or her family, her duty. And she had chosen wrong.

But she couldn’t say that now. Not here.

“I did what I had to,” Katarina said, her voice colder than the steel in her hands.

“No, you did what you wanted to do.”

You lunged at her, your blade slicing through the air with deadly precision. She dodged narrowly, her mind racing. This wasn’t just a fight, it was an execution.

And you were ready to deliver the final blow.

The moment came when you feinted to her right, spinning behind her and hooking your leg around hers. Katarina hit the ground hard, her dagger slipping from her grasp as you pressed your blade to her neck.

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t end this,” you said, your voice trembling.

Katarina’s chest heaved, her green eyes locked on yours. “If you were going to kill me, you would’ve done it already.”

You hesitated, the weight of her words settling in the pit of your stomach.

“I trusted you,” you whispered, the blade in your hand shaking. “I loved you.”

Katarina’s lips parted as if to respond, but the words caught in her throat. She couldn’t let this end here.

In a swift, brutal motion, her hand shot to the dagger strapped to her boot. She drove it into your thigh, the blade sinking deep into muscle.

You screamed, the pain blinding as your grip faltered. Katarina seized the opportunity, shoving you off her and rolling back to her feet.

But even them, she wasn’t done.

She lunged at you before you could recover, her body colliding with yours and pinning you to the cold, bloodstained floor. Your weapons clattered out of reach as her weight pressed down on you, her dagger flashing in the dim light.

You struggled, your movements frantic and desperate, but she was faster, stronger. Katarina’s knee pressed into your injured thigh, and you cried out, your strength fading with each passing second.

“Stay down, Y/N,” she growled, her voice low and dangerous. “I don’t want to hurt you further.”

Your vision blurred as she shifted, her dagger slashing across your arm to disarm you further. The pain was unbearable, but you refused to scream again.

“Damn it, Kat,” you gasped, blood pooling beneath you. “Just finish it.”

Katarina hesitated. Her dagger hovered over your throat, her green eyes flickering with something you couldn’t name.

“I can’t,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

Before you could respond, her fist came down hard, striking the side of your head. The world tilted, and darkness crept in at the edges of your vision.

As you slipped into unconsciousness, you felt the faintest brush of her hand against your cheek, a touch so fleeting you might have imagined it.

Katarina worked quickly, tying your wrists and ankles with lengths of cord she had tucked into her belt. Her hands shook as she tightened the knots, her mind racing.

She looked down at you, at the blood staining your clothes, at the soft rise and fall of your chest.

Memories clawed at her mind: the way you used to look at her with unshakable trust, the nights you had spent whispering secrets and dreams. She had ruined all of that.

But it was better this way. At least, that’s what she told herself.

“I told you I didn’t want to hurt you,” Katarina whispered, though she knew you couldn’t hear her.

With one last look, she turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving behind the only person who had ever truly known her.

A/N: Wish I made this longer because this woman deserves it, but the next one will be about Leblanc.

Taglist (completely forgot): @halle5s @lilyyx0 @imfckngfantastic @fict1onallyobsessed @sugrcookiiee @isabelawritesthings @thatonetargaryen @coffee-is-my-oxygen

[isabelawritesthings]

The last dance

Pairing: Katarina x F!reader

Synopsis: You are one of the guests at the Black Rose Ball, and your dance partner catches your eye.

Word count: 823

Warnings: Mentions of war and death, mentions of relationship breakups.

An: I know it's just a cinematic, but my heart can't stand seeing beautiful women in fiction and not writing about them 😭 I tried to make it longer but my creative block isn't helping. (In case you're confused and only know Arcane, Garen is her romantic interest in the lore of League of Legends and Jericho Swain is the one who rules Noxus, Demacia and Ionia are regions that are at war with Noxus.)

What happened in Piltover was surprising for all of Runeterra. A simple inventor becoming a kind of God? Even more so in the city of progress? Simply surprising.

Your parents were longtime members of the Black Rose, and with Mel Medarda's return, the organization needed a distraction. And just like in the times when Noxus was a monarchy ruled by an emperor, why not have a ball?

"You look beautiful.” Your mother said to you. “Do we really have to go to this ball? Are we really going to pretend that Ambessa's daughter isn't coming back to finish us all off?" Your mother looked surprised. "You better not say things like that at the ball.” Your father enters the room. "We're going to be late like this, ladies."

It was a masquerade ball, as the Black Rose always liked anonymity, but you didn't care, you wouldn't be wearing a mask that night, you thought the masks were too ugly to wear.

“Honey, do you mind if me and your father go say hi to some friends?" Your mother asked. "No, I think I'll just dance a little." You walk out onto the dance floor, and dance with the first person you see, not caring who it is under that mask. “You dance very well," said the masked person, it was a female voice. "Thank you... Are you part of the Black Rose, or are you just one of those nobles they invited?" The person behind the mask laughed. "You tell me, you're not wearing a mask after all.”

“Those are pretty ugly." You and your dance partner change positions. "I prefer you like this without the mask, you're very pretty.” You gave a small laugh. "You must be the one who's beautiful, redheads usually are." The woman looked you in the eyes. "Maybe we could talk in a more private place." You smiled. "I'd love to." The two of you walked to the garden.

In the garden, the mysterious woman takes off her mask, you weren't wrong, she was indeed beautiful. "Nice to meet you, Katarina." you smiled. "Y/N." Katarina sits on the garden bench. "Your parents are members of the Black Rose, aren't they?” You sit down next to her. "Yes, long before I was born." She gives a shy laugh. "They're all liars and murderers... You don't look like one of them.”

“And I'm not, it's just my parents who have these crazy ideologies of theirs, if I could, I'd be in Demacia or Ionia right now, but I would rule out going to Ionia, there's a very anti-Noxian sentiment there thanks to the war.” Katarina looks at the floor. "Demacia... That name brings back memories." You looked curious. "Are you from there?" Katarina looks at you. "No, I was born right here... It's just that it was there that I lived the best moment of my life, because I found love." You looked even more curious.

“Garen, his name is Garen, he was in the Demacian army, it could never work since we are also at war with Demacia, he would probably be executed for treason if anyone found out.” She looked sad. "Jericho Swain is still going to destroy this country with those stupid wars!" She looked at you again. "I still love him, but it could never work." You changed the subject. "So, what are you doing here? You don't look like a member of the Black Rose." Her eyes looked at you intently. "Let's just say I came to finish something." You thought it was strange that she was staring at you like that.

“You're taking too much of a risk by meeting me in a secluded location, if I were a spy you'd be dead by now." You looked even more surprised. "I... I... It's just that I found you quite peculiar…” She stopped staring at you. "Peculiar? I've heard better compliments... You look like you're also trying to forget a love." She figured it out pretty quickly. "I fell in love with a girl recently, she was in the army, she ended up dying in Ionia." Katarina's face remained still. "I'm sorry." You looked at her. "Don't be sorry, this fate was already predictable.”

You lost track of how much time you spent talking to Katarina on that bench, the more you found out about her, the more impressed you were, like how she had been trained by generals from all over the country.

“I think you need to go now, your parents must be worried." She stood up. "Thanks for the evening, I needed a little chat before I do what I came to do." You stood up too. "You keep mentioning this duty you have to do tonight but you never say what it is." She looks at you. "Let's just say it involves shocking some people at this ball."

She kisses you on the cheek before she leaves, you blush slightly.

[sweemmy]

⋆｡ﾟAfter reading this, would you be up for another date with these girls? I know I definitely would. ﾟ｡⋆

— Vi, Caitlyn, Sevika, and Jinx… with a rare appearance by Katarina and Elise.

VI.

With her vibrant and overwhelming energy, she immediately sweeps you off your feet, her confident smile whispering without words: "Today will be a day you’ll never forget." She leads you to a secret corner of Zaun, a place iconic with mystery and charm. It might be an underground bar, hidden in the shadows, or a secret viewpoint only visible to her, a spot that feels like it belongs to her and her memories. She loves the idea of offering you a unique window into her world, showing you every corner from a perspective only she can understand.

Vi is full of energy and vitality, always ready to challenge the routine with new adventures. She loves surprising you with unexpected plans, like inviting you to an impromptu race through the bustling underground market or suggesting a friendly fight in an arena that appears out of nowhere. Everything she does aims to make you smile or leave you in awe with her agility and skill. Excitement and fun are her way of connecting with you, showing you her bold and charming side.

She can’t help but stare at you every time she thinks you're not looking. She wonders how someone like you ended up in her life and if she truly deserves such immense happiness. That mix of innocence and vulnerability makes her even more enchanting.

Though she struggles to express her feelings with romantic words, her way of showing affection is even more sincere and direct. If she senses you're cold, she won’t hesitate to offer you her jacket as a gesture of protection and care. In moments of closeness, she’ll take your hand without warning, silently merging her presence with yours, but in a way that speaks volumes. And sometimes, she’ll remain quiet by your side, relishing in the simple joy of sharing the same space, letting the silence say what words can’t.

As the date comes to an end, she approaches you with a charming smile, her eyes sparkling with that mischievous glint only she knows how to express. With a soft sigh, she leans in, letting the moment take over, and in a warm, conspiratorial whisper, she says, "What do you think? Shall we indulge in this again tomorrow?"

CAITLYN.

The date begins with a meticulously planned invitation, in a refined location in Piltover. Picture an elegant restaurant atop a tower, where the city lights stretch out like a cloak of stars, or perhaps a private garden surrounded by exotic flowers, enveloped in an air of absolute tranquility. Caitlyn wants everything to be perfect, because to her, every small detail carries profound meaning.

The conversation flows naturally, as if each shared word is a mutual discovery. Caitlyn genuinely shows interest in your thoughts and opinions, asking questions that invite reflection, exploring every corner of your mind. Her soft, enchanting laughter escapes with each witty remark you make, a sincere response to the spark she finds in your words.

At several moments, you may feel her gaze fixed on you, attentive and full of tenderness, as if she wants to preserve every gesture of yours in her memory. Though she doesn't say it aloud, every second spent with you is a true luxury for her heart, a moment she treasures more than words could express.

Throughout the evening, she surprises you with small, carefully chosen gifts—presents that reflect how much attention she pays to your tastes and desires. A rare, delicate flower, which she explains symbolizes something deep and unique; or a book she assures you, with a smile, you'll greatly enjoy.

The end of the date arrives with a softness that leaves a warm sensation in the air. Perhaps a gentle, respectful kiss on the hand, or a caress on the cheek that speaks more than words ever could. Caitlyn smiles, and with a promise full of mystery, assures you that the next encounter will be even more special, leaving in your heart the certainty that something truly unique has just begun.

SEVIKA.

She picks you up with a calmness that disarms, as if nothing could disturb her tranquility, and leads you to a corner of Zaun where the noise dulls, even though the chaos still lingers in the air. Perhaps you step into an underground club, where the music, vibrant and enveloping, seems to pull you out of time, or into a hidden spot that serves the best food in the area, like a small refuge amidst the madness.

She isn't one for many words, but her mere presence conveys a deep sense of security, an anchor in a sea of uncertainty. When she looks at you, it’s with an intensity that goes beyond the physical, as if she could read every thought passing through your mind, though it's also clear she enjoys your company, as if you were in her favorite place in the world.

Throughout the date, her protective instinct naturally reveals itself. If someone bothers you or if the crowd becomes overwhelming, you barely have time to react before she's already sorted everything out. There's something in the way she moves that makes you feel invisible to threats and completely taken care of.

Over time, she lets slip fragments of her past, revealing a vulnerability she usually keeps hidden. It's her way of showing you that she trusts you, that you mean something deeper to her than she could ever admit aloud.

The goodbye comes quickly but with meaning. Sevika leans in, her face close to yours, and with an unexpected softness, brushes her forehead against yours before leaving. Words are few, but there’s something in that gesture that tells you everything you need to know: she wants to see you again, and she knows you do too.

JINX.

The scene begins with an explosion... and I’m not talking about a metaphor. Literally, the air fills with smoke and chaos as Jinx pulls you into a dizzying whirlwind of action and adrenaline. Whether she's evading the authorities with wild laughter or exploring the darkest, most disheveled corners of Zaun, Jinx's energy is so electrifying that you can't help but get swept up in her frantic madness.

With a mischievous smile and a look full of spark, she shows you her messy yet genius world. Proud of her eccentric inventions, she invites you to create something together, perhaps a wild mural or shoot one of her most unpredictable explosive toys. “Nothing says love like an explosion, babe!” she says, that unmistakable glint in her voice.

But beneath her uncontrollable energy, there are moments of vulnerability. Occasionally, she catches you off guard, staring at you with eyes full of palpable melancholy, as if she fears that, like others before you, you might vanish from her life. It’s her silent way of fearing abandonment.

And then there are the nicknames—quirky and exaggerated, filled with a unique tenderness only she knows how to express. At first, they might seem like teasing, but you know they’re her unmistakable way of showing affection, a secret language between the two of you, a personal touch that only you understand.

At the end of the night, Jinx takes you to a high spot where you can see the city’s twinkling lights. She sits next to you, the laughter gone, leaving only a soft and sincere smile on her face. In a whisper, with a vulnerability she rarely shows, she says: “Thanks for not running… should we do it again tomorrow?”

KATARINA.

The encounter begins shrouded in an aura of mystery. Katarina leads you down an uncertain path, perhaps to a rooftop bathed in moonlight or to a secret trail through nature. She doesn’t reveal her intentions, but a strange sense of trust settles within you, as if you know there’s no danger in following her.

Her presence is direct and confident, yet her gaze, her attention, envelops you in a way that you cannot ignore. Katarina has a way of making you feel unique without needing many words. Every gesture, every look, is laden with meaning.

She offers you a glimpse into her world. She teaches you to throw daggers with a skill that takes your breath away, or takes you to witness a duel where you are merely an observer. Though she doesn’t allow you to intervene, there’s an electric tension in the air, a delicate balance between danger and care that she handles with unsettling perfection.

Though her guard is never completely down, she offers glimpses of her more human side. A flash of a genuine smile, the echo of a soft laugh, or a sincere comment on how much she values your company. Those moments, fleeting but real, show you a side of her that few are privileged to see.

The farewell is brief, almost as mysterious as the encounter itself. A quick kiss, full of unspoken promises, and an enigmatic phrase that leaves you thinking: “This isn’t over, we’ll meet again soon.”

ELISE.

She invites you to a date that exudes luxury, but also a lurking danger, like a spider's web woven with intrigue. In the darkness of a radiant Noxian castle, candles dance, casting shadows that seem to come to life. A banquet of exquisite and exotic delicacies surrounds the hall, but something in the air tells you that not everything is as it seems. A walk through the moonlit garden, where the twisted trees' shadows blend with her figure, adds an unsettling touch to the encounter. She is the queen of this realm of mystery, where everything revolves around her will.

Elise is captivating, like a snake slithering through the folds of your mind. Every word she speaks wraps you in her web, and though she seems to have total control over every situation, she leaves small openings where you can feel special, as though you’re part of a greater game whose rules you don’t understand. She enjoys playing with your emotions, but without malice… or at least not in the way you understand it.

She seduces you with fascinating tales of her past, dark and powerful stories that might be more than just stories. The line between lies and truth blurs, yet you remain captivated, wanting to know more, eager to discover what’s real and what’s not. It’s impossible to look away; her magnetism is as deep as the abyss of the Shadow Isles.

Elise takes pleasure in seeing you mesmerized by her presence, as if your admiration feeds her growing power. Every reaction you have seems to fuel her desire to keep seducing you, keeping you on the edge of the unknown. Perhaps a touch of her hand, an unexpected brush that leaves your heart racing, knowing that something more awaits.

At the end of the date, her farewell is as elegant as it is terrifying. "I hope this night has left a mark on you as deep as it has on me." Her smile, now almost supernatural, is like a veiled threat, but you can’t help but long for the next time your paths cross. Because, just like all those who’ve fallen into her web before, you know that no suitor leaves unscathed from her embrace.

[portraitsofguilt]

[genmaichafan]

Katarina du Couteau x fem! Zuanite reader.

Rated t for slight violence. Maybe a one shot but short and sweet

“What will it be today [y/n]”

”that good ole demacian ale please.”

”a lady with taste.” the bartender curtly nodded

You thanked the barkeep for the large tankard full of the golden beverage. You’ve had this strain three times before but this particular brew was good even by demacian standards.

You took a big swig. You savored the effervescently bitter liquid. It had slight notes of malt and citrus. Demacian always had the best brews but this was on another level. You chocked it up to the readily available grain that received many hours of sun and the many places of shade for hops to grow. Not to mention the brews were on average stronger than the ones you drank at home. Remembering the lighter taste made you excited to drink the ale in front of you again.

not to mention with so much of it it never broke the bank even for someone traveling the world.

You sat down in the corner of the room alone. The dimness of the bar giving a all around relaxed atmosphere heightened by the merry making on the part of the other patrons. Often farmers but the odd soldier was there, the odd one sleeping from the long shift.

luckily for you no one seemed to bother you.

probably because you looked like you personally looked like you were from piltover.

______

3 large tankards later more than fairly buzzed.

With the tab paid for left for a night stroll.

you were in one of the outer towns of Demacia and the late evening air was crisp. the walk would’ve been rather relaxing if it weren’t for the fact it was low key creepy as hell out here due to the stories of people going missing in recent years.

That's when you heard someone talking in the distance. They seemed to be having a kerfuffle. Due to your nosy nature you decided to check it out.

and Lo and behold it was a fellow traveler being harassed by guards!

While definitely a traveler you had no idea where she was from, but a drunken kinship formed in your stomach. You were reminded of the lanes and how enforcers would harass the average person at home too and you would not stand for it here either.

”hey-“ you called out to the unbothered guards.

“HEY-“ you shouted as you approached more and more aggressively.

The guard turned around and palmed you on the chest, probably clocking the slurring of your words.

”don't get involved; demacian business”

”What's the problem?”

”the problem is this here is a noxian-“

”what?! No!” You hastily lied. “ that's my friend!”

This caused the soldier to eye you suspiciously.

’welp this isn’t going to work.’

You hastily and heavily clocked the man into unconsciousness causing the other to turn. Luckily for you the red haired woman seemed to know how to handle herself as well and chopped the distracted man in the neck. Pressure point causing him to pass out.

”thank you for helping, even if i had it handled.” She smirked slyly with crossed arms

”oh-!” You awkwardly laugh while rubbing the back of your head in embarrassment.

the adrenaline half sobered you.

”sorry- the names [y/n] by the way.” you stuck a hand out. The red haired woman gave it a firm grasp.

”Katherine”

”well,,, Katherine,,it's nice to meet you.” You winked then continued.

“Do you have anywhere to lay-low?” You shook your still sore hand.

”I may have an idea. I hope you can keep up.” ‘Katherine’ took off fleet of foot with you in tow.

______

‘Katherine’ seemed to take you off the path into an abandoned windmill. It seemed that she had camped here for a while as it actually looked quite comfy.

”whoa sick hideout-“

”It's camp.” she coolly leaned against the wall only to slip a bit.

hearing you giggle in response she decided to change the subject.

”You know you're very spirited. You could be a very good noxian.” She looked at you fondly.

”i'll think about it.” Understanding the worded gesture.

______

you two chatted for a while and the physical distance faded between you two. You found yourselves sitting next to each other, both your hands brushed the others but neither bothered to move.

you learned in a slip up that her real name was katarina and that she was on business.

Also that she was very fond of the inventions of both piltover and zuan. you swear she was humoring you but she'd give you a flirty look and the thoughts of doubt would leave your head.

the alcohol long since worn off when she leaned in and asked “may i?” Before closing the distance. Nodding you two shared a small kiss, which briefly deepened before parting. An apology for the bad news to come.

”by the way you should leave demacia. It’s going to get strict to strangers in the coming month.”

you tried not to think the nature of her business and heeded her warning soon after parting ways.

[misswynters]

might write something for katarina du couteau…

(idc if she’s supposed to be with that one guy 😗)

[lizisthecoolest]

i need "i can't take me eyes off of you" (heath's version) immediately 😭😭 NO BUT I NEED A MAN TO DO SOMETHING THAT ELABORATE AND BIG AND OBSTINATE AND GOOFY AND ROMANTIC 😭😭

[mywomankatarina]

𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧

Katarina x f! reader - Arcane

Synopsis:

You knew Katarina would overreact. She always did when it came to your safety. That’s why, after a mission gone slightly wrong, you made the conscious decision not to tell her about the injury you sustained. It wasn’t that bad—just a deep cut along your ribs. Nothing life-threatening, nothing you couldn’t handle.

So, you did what any reasonable person would do: you cleaned it up, wrapped it tightly, and went about your day like nothing had happened.

You thought you had gotten away with it. You thought Katarina would never notice.

You were very, very wrong.

Because when she did find out, she didn’t just get mad—she lost it.

And suddenly, the cut on your side wasn’t the biggest problem anymore.

The moment you stepped back into the house, you could already tell Katarina was in a mood.

She stood in the center of the living room, arms crossed, her emerald eyes locked onto you the second you walked through the door. Her gaze swept over you with calculated sharpness, assessing, scanning for anything out of the ordinary.

You kept your face neutral, your movements steady.

“Finally,” she muttered, rolling her shoulders. “You were gone longer than expected.”

You shrugged, making your way toward the bedroom. “Got held up.”

That was technically true. You had gotten held up—just not in the way she thought. The mission had been simple, but things had taken an unexpected turn, and in the chaos, you had taken a blade to the side. It wasn’t deep enough to be life-threatening, but it was deep enough to be a problem if you weren’t careful.

But you had been careful. You had cleaned the wound, wrapped it tightly beneath your shirt, and made sure to move as normally as possible on the way home.

You had this under control.

Or so you thought.

Because the moment you stepped past her, Katarina’s fingers shot out, wrapping around your wrist in a firm grip.

Your stomach dropped.

She frowned, her eyes narrowing as she pulled you back toward her. “Why are you walking like that?”

Shit.

“I’m not walking like anything.” You forced a casual expression, willing yourself not to wince as her sharp gaze flickered over you again.

Katarina’s eyes darkened slightly. “You are,” she said, voice laced with suspicion. “You’re stiff. And you’re favoring your right side.”

Damn it.

You kept your expression even, slipping into a well-practiced lie. “I’m just tired. It was a long mission.”

For a second, you thought she bought it.

Then, without warning, her hand shot out, pressing firmly against your ribs.

A sharp, agonizing pain exploded through your side.

You barely managed to choke back a gasp, your entire body flinching violently away from her touch.

And that was it. That was all it took.

Katarina’s entire expression shifted.

Her eyes flashed with something dangerous—something wild and furious as she stared at you, her hand still hovering in the air where she had touched you.

“You’re hurt.”

It wasn’t a question.

Your pulse skyrocketed. “It’s nothing—”

“You lied to me.”

Fuck.

Before you could react, Katarina moved.

In a blur of motion, she had you backed against the nearest wall, her hands gripping your arms, her face mere inches from yours.

Her breathing was sharp, uneven, her emerald eyes burning with something raw. “Take off your shirt.”

Your face flamed. “Katarina—”

“Now.”

You hesitated, trying to think of a way out of this, but the look on her face made it clear—there was no way out.

Sighing, you relented. With slow, careful movements, you peeled your shirt off, revealing the hastily wrapped bandages underneath.

Katarina’s breath hitched.

For a long moment, she said nothing.

Then, her fingers gently reached out, tracing the edges of the bloodied bandage with an almost haunted look in her eyes.

“…How bad is it?” Her voice was quiet, but there was something lethal lurking beneath it.

“It’s just a cut,” you murmured. “I handled it.”

Katarina’s jaw clenched.

She grabbed the bandage and began unwrapping it with practiced ease. You didn’t protest—there was no point anymore. She worked in silence, her lips pressed into a tight line as she revealed the deep, still-angry wound along your ribs.

Her fingers trembled.

For the first time, she looked scared.

“You should’ve told me,” she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

You sighed, placing a hand over hers. “I didn’t want to worry you.”

Her eyes snapped up, furious. “That’s not your decision to make.”

You exhaled, exhaustion starting to set in. “Katarina—”

She snapped.

“Do you have any idea what would’ve happened if that cut was just a little deeper?” Her voice was shaking. “Do you know what it would’ve done to me if you didn’t come home at all?”

Your chest tightened.

You had expected her to be angry. You had expected her to yell.

But this—this fear in her voice, this desperation in her eyes—this was different.

You softened. “I’m okay,” you whispered.

Katarina’s hands clenched into fists before she let out a slow, controlled breath. She carefully reached for the nearby medical supplies, pulling out fresh bandages. “Sit down,” she muttered.

You obeyed, letting her kneel beside you as she cleaned the wound with gentle precision.

Her fingers, usually so steady, still trembled slightly.

You watched her, your heart aching. “Katarina…”

She didn’t look up. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Katarina.”

She paused, her shoulders tense.

Slowly, she exhaled, setting down the bandages before finally meeting your gaze.

Her eyes were glassy.

“I can’t lose you,” she admitted, her voice barely more than a whisper. “I won’t.”

You felt something inside you crack.

Guilt swelled in your chest as you reached out, cupping her cheek. “You won’t,” you promised.

Katarina leaned into your touch, closing her eyes for just a moment before shaking her head. “Just—don’t ever do this again,” she murmured, her voice raw. “Don’t hide things from me.”

You nodded, rubbing slow circles against her cheek with your thumb. “I won’t.”

She studied you for a moment longer, as if deciding whether to believe you. Then, with a sigh, she leaned forward, pressing her forehead against yours.

“You’re impossible,” she muttered.

You smiled. “But you love me.”

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Unfortunately.”

You laughed softly before wincing as a sharp pain shot through your side.

Katarina immediately pulled back, glaring. “That’s what you get for being an idiot.”

You smirked. “And yet, you’re still babying me.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Shut up before I change my mind.”

You chuckled, letting her finish bandaging you up, knowing full well that—for the next few weeks—Katarina wouldn’t let you out of her sight.

And honestly?

You didn’t mind at all.

Author's note — Since there's no fic of katarina, I've decided that I write story about her. I really love her, even though she's not a girl kisser. By the way request are open.

[leiyanzyves]

—G!P ARCANE WOMAN + COCKWARMING HCS

Vi—

Back alley club scene, you’re in her lap in a VIP booth

You’re in a dim, pulsing undercity bar. Vi’s cock is buried deep in you while the music throbs.

You’re straddling her in the back booth, dress bunched up, hips locked to hers.

She’s relaxed, drink in hand, arm around your waist.

Her mouth is at your ear: “You feel that? You’re mine. Don't move—unless you want everyone to see how needy you are.”

She’ll flex her hips when someone walks by, just to make you gasp.

If you’re good? She’ll make you cum the second you step outside. If not? You’re staying stuffed the whole ride home.

Caitlyn—

Piltover charity gala, you're sitting on her lap in the lounge.

Elegant gown, perfect posture, and you perched demurely on her thigh—except her cock’s inside you, and no one can tell.

She’s calmly chatting with donors while your pussy clenches and leaks around her.

“Don’t forget to smile,” she whispers sweetly, fingers tightening around your waist.

Every so often, she adjusts her seating just a little—making you twitch and bite your lip.

She will not let you cum until the gala ends. But once it’s over?

Backseat of the car. Face in the leather. Absolutely ruined.

Jinx—

On a stolen motorcycle, middle of the night.

You’re straddling her in an alley behind some Zaun rave, her cock buried to the hilt.

Her arms around you as she revs the engine, the vibrations running straight through both of you.

“Bet you won’t last ten blocks, sugar.”

You bounce just slightly, riding the motor’s rumble while she holds your hips down.

She keeps you plugged while speeding through Zaun, your moans lost in the wind.

Parked on a rooftop later, she finally fucks you while fireworks go off behind you both.

Sevika—

Underground poker game, in her lap while she deals cards

No one suspects a thing. You’re on her lap, face calm, heart racing.

Her thick cock’s fully seated inside you under the table, one hand casually stroking your thigh.

“You're gonna sit there and take it like a good girl. Don’t clench. Don’t squirm.”

She’s dealing cards like nothing’s happening—except she keeps whispering filth in your ear, low and raspy.

You leak onto her thigh. She grins. “Better hope no one folds early. I’ll make you pay with that pretty mouth.”

Mel Medarda—

Council chamber, you’re sitting on her lap “taking notes”

Your face looks professional. Your body? Not so much.

You’re full of her elegant length, seated proper on her thigh as she talks politics.

She brushes your hair from your ear and murmurs, “You’ll behave, won’t you? This vote is very important.”

She’ll shift beneath you when you start zoning out, drawing your attention right back to the ache.

If you interrupt the meeting with a sound? She won’t move an inch for hours.

But if you make it through with grace? She’ll fuck you on her desk until your legs give out.

Katarina—

Noxian war meeting, sitting on her lap while generals argue.

Her fingers grip your hips under the table while her cock stretches you wide.

You’re on edge, barely able to breathe, while she doesn’t even flinch.

Occasionally, her voice will drop mid-meeting: “Sit still, pet. You're dripping onto my thigh.”

She wants you humiliated by how desperate you are, but still obedient.

The moment the meeting ends, she shoves you against the stone wall and whispers,

“You did well. Now scream for me.”

[kumabeom]

anti romantic

chapter 1 : love is a lie, i loved that lie

synopsis : anti romantic, college student choi yeonjun who thinks he’s seen everything in a relationship, promising himself that he won’t go through another relationship ever again to prevent himself from going through another heartbreak. that was until he sees yn, a classmate, chasing his heart. will his walls be enough to scare yn away, or will they continue chasing yeonjun with all they have ?

yeonjun walked into his first class of the day, americano in his right hand, tote bag hanging off of his left shoulder.. although he stopped as soon as he walked in, realizing that him and yoojung had the same class. he wasn’t necessarily surprised, after all him and yoojung had met because they were both doing a fashion design major.. however he had somehow forgotten, the problem also lied in the fact that it was almost a full class, meaning nearly all the seats in the lecture room were full.

yeonjun’s eyes examined the room, he couldn’t just pray that yoojung didn’t show up, because what if his manifestation failed and then he was stuck sitting next to a cheater. he couldn’t help but think how many times he was sitting next to her a day after she had cheated on him, how many times had he kissed her after someone else’s lips had been on hers. yeonjun bit his lip, chewing on it, deciding to play it safe. finding an empty seat to one of his classmates. not paying much attention to who it was, all he knew was that he had never seen them before. little did he know that the person next to him was completely fangirling over him, yet they somehow managed to keep their composure.

yn woke up today, thinking it was just gonna be another day full of lectures, admiring choi yeonjun from afar, and then eating before going to sleep. had someone told them that they were going to be sitting next to THE choi yeonjun for their first lecture of the day then they would have probably pinched themselves thinking it was another silly little daydream.

however, yn also woke up in a particularly magnificent mood. the sleep they had gotten was beyond being able to explain, their feet did not immediately get hot after waking up which usually made them get up earlier attempting to get rid of their hot feet condition. yn stayed in bed a little longer after being woken up from their noisy alarm. the walk to uni was not unbearable due to the bright sun or the freezing wind, rather it was a perfect mix of the two, the sun managed to not blind them the minute they stepped outside, and the cold breeze was much more bearable than they had expected. and before entering the lecture room, soobin, their baking buddy, had finally agreed to give them a handful of small little fruit tarts, which they had already ate half of them. and now- choi yeonjun was sitting right next to them.

while yn was bouncing their leg in excitement and nervousness, yeonjun was in the complete opposite situation, yes he was also bouncing his leg, but more due to nervousness, he really hoped that yoojung would not show up, he knew that he would have to face her at some point but he truly wished that it wouldn’t be today.

yeonjun’s wishes, however, were not met. the wooden door creaked open. yoojung walking in, her expression was noticeably worried, anyone in the room could connect the dots, yoojung and yeonjun had obviously broken up, or fought, but it was very obvious. especially when yeonjun and yoojung were constantly by each others side, their relationship was very publicly known, they always sat next to each other. and even though your wishes were being fulfilled, you couldn’t help but feel yourself worry over the couple.

even though it worried yn, they couldn’t help but come up with the idea of distracting the boy next to them. “hey, do you have some of the notes from yesterday ?” you asked, quite worried about the confrontation, you didn’t want to look like a creep nor did you want it to look like you were trying to take advantage of the fact that he had just fought with yoojung.

“.. i do,” it took him a moment before he replied, his blonde hair moved quickly as he reached into his tote bag, his americano waiting right on top of the table that multiple students shared. yeonjun’s hand lingered around his bag.. where was his ipad, the one he had written all of his notes in ? had he not put it in his bag last night before going to bed, although to be honest, last night was definitely not the best, after witnessing his girlfriend cheating on him, he went back to his place with kai, who took care of him throughout the night. “..not, i’m so sorry.”

yeonjun picked up his head, eyes finally meeting yours for the first time. your heart couldn’t help but pound, he was handsome from afar and it was even more unbelievable that he was this ethereal.

“it’s okay, i didn’t really need them. i just noticed that you looked a bit- uncomfortable.”

“oh- thank you.. ah- also can you send me your notes later.”

“y-yeah, i can.. but umm.. i hope my note taking system doesn’t bother you too much. i tend to write my notes a bit differently..”

“it’s fine, i’m the same way. oh should i give you my number ? it’d be easier than taking pictures of your notes.”

“whatever you’re more comfortable doing is fine, if it’s more efficient then i don’t mind.” you quietly spoke, realizing that the lecture had started. you watched as yeonjun signaled you to hand over your phone, copying down his phone number onto your contacts.

and yoojung could only watch your interactions from afar; the smile on yeonjun’s face as the two of you giggled over somethings which she didn’t know what the subject was. she really regretted last night, had she been more careful then she wouldn’t be in this situation.

©️ kumabeom

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[isabelawritesthings]

please, writers of this site and arcane fans, write about katarina 😭 I've been completely in love with this woman ever since riot made a comic about her, I NEED to read more katarina x fem!reader stories!

[johnnyvalance]

katarina stratford is absolutely a girl kisser and i volunteer for the job

[p-taryn-dactyl]

idk if anyone would want this but im going to ask (even tho I am 100% gonna write for her) does anyone have any Katherine Pierce x reader requests?