#katarina arcane

[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

[mywomankatarina]

"𝐀 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞'𝐬 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐭"

Katarina x f! civilian reader - 𝗔𝗿𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗲

𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀 -

You never thought an assassin like Katarina would take interest in a simple civilian like you. But somehow, she keeps showing up—whether it's at your shop, your home, or in the middle of the night, bleeding on your doorstep. And somehow, against all odds, you find yourself falling for the deadly woman who claims she doesn’t need love.

The first time you meet her, she nearly gives you a heart attack.

It’s late. The shop is closed. You’re sweeping the floors when the front door creaks open, despite the locked sign hanging on the handle.

You whirl around, heart pounding. "We’re closed—"

And then you see her.

She’s leaning against the doorframe, breathing heavily, red hair clinging to her face. There’s a gash on her arm, blood soaking into the dark leather of her outfit.

"Gods," you breathe, dropping the broom and rushing toward her. "You’re hurt—"

"It’s nothing," she grunts, but the way her legs wobble tells you otherwise.

You barely manage to catch her before she collapses.

You don’t ask questions that night. You just do what needs to be done—clean the wound, stitch her up, offer her a drink of water.

She watches you the entire time, her sharp green eyes tracking every movement.

"You’re awfully calm for someone who just found an assassin bleeding in their shop," she murmurs.

You glance up at her. "You don’t seem like you’re here to kill me."

A smirk tugs at her lips. "Not tonight."

You roll your eyes and go back to wrapping the bandage around her arm. "Lucky me."

The second time she shows up, she’s perfectly fine. No wounds. No blood. Just an assassin standing in your shop like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

"Why are you here?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

Katarina shrugs. "You fixed me up. I figured I owed you."

You blink. "You’re here to repay me?"

"Something like that." She glances over the shelves of herbs, trinkets, and handmade goods. "What do you sell here, anyway?"

"Potions, tonics, some enchanted charms."

"Huh." She picks up a small amulet, examining it between her fingers. "Anything to ward off assassins?"

"Not yet," you say dryly.

She smirks. "Shame."

After that, she keeps coming back.

Sometimes she buys things. Sometimes she doesn’t. Sometimes she just leans against the counter, watching you work, like she finds amusement in your mundane life.

You don’t know why she keeps coming back, and you don’t ask. Maybe it’s curiosity. Maybe it’s boredom. Or maybe—just maybe—she’s just as drawn to you as you are to her.

But you’re careful. You don’t let yourself fall. She’s dangerous. You know better.

Or at least—you thought you did.

The night she kisses you, you realize you were doomed from the start.

It happens so fast, you barely register it—one moment, she’s standing in front of you, arguing about something, and the next, her lips are on yours, warm and insistent, stealing the breath from your lungs.

You freeze. Then melt.

Her hands cup your face, fingers tangling in your hair, pulling you deeper into the kiss. She kisses like she fights—intense, unrelenting, deadly. And you—foolish, foolish you—kiss her right back.

When she finally pulls away, her breath is uneven, her forehead resting against yours.

"I shouldn’t be here," she mutters.

"Then why are you?" you whisper.

"Because I can’t seem to stay away from you."

She exhales. Then, with a soft, almost reluctant chuckle, she presses a final kiss against your lips.

Author's note - Sorry this was so short, I couldn't think of anything. Btw, thanks who send this request, I really wait for you guys to request something. I'm glad you like my stories. And request was still open.

[leiyanzyves]

"𝘼 𝘽𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙈𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝘽𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙐𝙨"

Katarina x f! reader - 𝗔𝗿𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗲

𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀:

Loving Katarina had always felt like walking a tightrope between life and death. You both knew that love had no place in the world of assassins, but that didn’t stop you from holding onto it until she tore it away. When she chose duty over you, you let her go, believing it was the only way to survive. But fate was cruel. The next time you saw her, it was at the edge of a blade—yours and hers, drawn against each other in an assassination neither of you had realized was meant to be mutual. Now, with the weight of betrayal and love in your hands, you are forced to fight the one person you never wanted to harm.

The rain fell in sheets, drenching the dimly lit courtyard where you stood, heart pounding in your chest. You had long since stopped believing in fate, but standing here now, blade drawn, facing the woman you had once loved—it felt like destiny’s cruelest trick.

Katarina’s eyes met yours, cold and calculating, but you could see the flicker of hesitation in them. A silent storm raged between you, unsaid words, unhealed wounds.

“I should’ve known it would be you.” Her voice was sharp, but there was something frayed at the edges.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, tightening your grip on your dagger. “I didn’t.”

For a moment, neither of you moved. Just standing there, under the darkened sky, with nothing but the sound of rain and the distant hum of the city beneath you. But you both knew—this wasn’t a moment you could stay frozen in.

Then she struck.

You barely dodged in time, her blade slicing through the empty space where your throat had been a second ago. The clash of metal rang through the alleyway as you blocked her next strike, the force of it sending vibrations through your arm. She was fast. She had always been fast.

“Paano lalaban, kung ikaw ang kalaban?” The words echoed in your mind, twisting into the rhythm of your clashing blades. “How do I fight, when you are my enemy?”

Your body moved on instinct, but your heart rebelled. Every attack, every counter, felt like it was tearing a part of you apart. And you could see it—see the hesitation in her strikes, the way her movements faltered ever so slightly, the way her breath hitched when your dagger nearly grazed her ribs.

She didn’t want this any more than you did.

But duty was duty.

And then—she made her move. A low sweep of her leg, a sharp twist of your wrist, and suddenly, you were on the ground, vision swimming as she struck you hard enough to disarm you. Your dagger clattered to the pavement, your body paralyzed from the hit.

Katarina loomed over you, drenched in rain, her breath coming fast. Her blade hovered at your throat, but her hands trembled.

She should’ve finished it.

Instead, she spoke, voice a whisper against the howling storm.

“I love you.”

Your heart clenched, eyes burning. You tried to move, tried to reach for her, but your limbs refused to obey.

“I love you, I’m sorry.”

Through blurry vision, you saw her figure standing over you, her daggers trembling in her hands. She could finish this. She should. But she didn't.

Instead, she turned.

"Katarina…" Your voice was weak, barely more than a whisper.

She paused, just long enough for the city lights to cast her in an ethereal glow. Then, without a word, she disappeared into the night.

Darkness swallowed you whole.

When you woke up, she was gone. The only proof that she had ever been there was the faint warmth lingering where her hands had held you down, the ghost of her breath still lingering in the air.

And the undeniable, agonizing truth that she had chosen duty over you.

𝗔𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲- I hope you like this story of katarina. I write this listening to "Di na posible" by similar sky, and "I love you, im sorry" by gracie abrams. Btw, feel free to send request.

[aurelion-solar]

"I LIKE IT WHEN THE BITE MARKS CUT THROUGH THE SKIN" -WELCOME TO NOXUS SEASON START CINEMATIC

[syngularitysyn]

Welcome to Noxus Katarina The Sinister Blade vs Elise The Spider Queen

[insaneption]

she's so fine 🌹

[art-of-arcane]

ARCANE | Welcome to Noxus Katarina Masquerade Design | Julie Marguerie & Amélie Dadies

[melmedarda]

Welcome to Noxus Key Art.

[artofchinara]

Welcome to Noxus.

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First painting of 2025! And that trailer was just incredible, I had to paint something.

[teradul]

Holy fuck Welcome to Noxus is amazing.

And I do mean that. And part of the hype is for how it folds Arcane in, but it also kinda has me worried.

Like, with Arcane and its canon, the best approach to the timeline is to let all of the cuncurrent events that work in a comic-book like environment of connected but mostly self-contained stories (that necessitates that concurrentness given the scope of the stories and the number of artists working on different parts at any given moment) to be spread out into a much larger timeline. Where a strong narrative drive can be better explored.

And with the state of the Noxian invasion of Ionia, especially the Singed of it all, it would be, imo, the best interest of the story to make Arcane as early in this timeline as possible. Before the first invasion of Ionia, AT LEAST. Makes sense, right?

But we see Katarina going against the Black Rose. And we see them talk about the next move while teasing what seems like Riven's Blade. And all of that is very much post-invasion stuff. Like, Katarina has her daggers infused, which also means we're post J3's death and in the middle of the Mage rebellion in Demacia, which is something that with "The Arcane is waking up" from the show, would have fit much more easily into the Sylas is recruited by the mageseekers part of that plotline than being forced to be happening right now.

We're currently 1 step removed from Arcane and shit is already looking wobbly at the seams because it was never intended to work like this, and even though Welcome to Noxus was incredibly hype and might be dethroning RISE to me, it very much needs you not to think too much about the broader universe implications, despite its purpose being trying to sell me on that broader universe.

[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.

[thesecondhandwoman]

Alrighty who wants some fanfics about these little divas? (Because I am so up for it)

[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.

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