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[mywomankatarina]

—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.”

[mywomankatarina]

heyyy

please please can you make a smut with Katarina?.I need her

—Red at Your Knees

amab! katarina x f!reader

Tw: amab! Katarina, cockwarming continuation, oral sex (katarina receiving), begging, overstimulation, praise and degradation mix, military powerplay, lap-sitting, kneeling, possessiveness, orgasm control

The ride back to her tent was brutal.

You straddled her in the back of the dark transport carriage, still full on her cock, still stuffed and sore from sitting pretty at the Noxian banquet for over an hour without moving. Her arm had curled around your waist, holding you steady through every jolt and rock of the wheels—each bump sending her deeper, each one a torturous reminder you weren’t allowed to cum.

Not yet.

Not until she said so.

By the time you reached the secluded general’s tent pitched in the heart of the Red Sands, your thighs were shaking, lips kiss-bruised, mind hazy from need.

Katarina dragged you inside without ceremony, slammed the flap closed with one hand, and dropped into the leather command chair like a queen. You followed automatically—like muscle memory—kneeling between her spread legs on the worn fur rug, the scent of blood and sweat and sex still heavy in the air from missions past.

She unbuckled her belt slowly. Letting her cock slap free with weight and purpose, soaked with your slick from hours of stuffing. Thick and pulsing, tip flushed, veiny and twitching from the restraint.

She looked down at you, her jaw tight. “Look at this mess you made.”

You swallowed. You couldn’t stop staring. She was gorgeous like this—feral and flushed, her thighs tensed like she’d been holding herself back all night.

"You want your reward, baby?"

You nodded fast. “Please, Katarina—please, I’ve been good—”

She grabbed your hair, not cruel, just firm, and tilted your head back.

"Show me how good."

You leaned in and licked a long, trembling stripe up the underside of her shaft, tasting yourself, moaning at how fucking hard she still was. Her hand tightened in your hair as your mouth wrapped around the head—warm, wet, eager—your tongue swirling slow, teasing.

She let out a sharp breath through her nose. You knew her tells. She was this close to losing control.

"Gods, I could paint your throat red with it," she muttered, voice low and ragged. "But I want to see you cum first."

You whined around her cock.

Then—suddenly—she pulled you back by the hair, lifted you effortlessly, and spun you to straddle her lap again. Her cock slid right back inside, your soaked cunt swallowing her down with a wet, desperate sound.

You moaned loud. Your body arched.

"That's it, sweetheart." She grinned against your neck, her breath hot. “Now ride it.”

You moved like you’d break apart if you didn’t—bouncing, grinding, finally letting your body chase what it had been denied all night. Her hands gripped your hips, guiding you, her cock pistoning deep, each thrust slick and punishing.

"So fucking tight." Her teeth scraped your collarbone. “Didn’t even make it to the tent flap before soaking me again.”

You nodded through tears, babbling her name, hips stuttering. You were so close—every movement a lightning strike under your skin.

"Cum for me. Now."

And you did.

You broke with a scream, trembling, pussy fluttering around her cock like a vice. Your vision went white. Your body collapsed against hers, boneless and gasping.

Katarina held you through it, grunting as she thrust up hard once—twice—and then spilled inside you, her cock twitching as she filled you to the brim.

The heat of it made your body jolt again.

For a while, neither of you moved. Just breath, sweat, and the soft crackle of a torch outside the tent.

Then she kissed your temple, voice softer than it had been all night.

"You earned that, my little war prize."

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—IMAGINE VI FUCKING YOU IN PRISON CELL

╰┈➤ Vi x f!reader

Tw: Fingering, oral (f!receiving), semi-public, dom!vi, teasing, dirty talk, face-sitting, handcuffs, brat-taming, reader-in-prison-too, rough but affectionate, possessive.

The door slams shut behind you with that same metallic finality you’re sick of hearing. Clang. Lock. You’re tossed inside, wrists cuffed, lips split from the fight that landed you here. Again.

The cell’s not empty.

She’s already there—leaning against the far wall, long legs stretched out, arms crossed over her chest. Pink hair messy. Knuckles still bruised. Eyes locked on you like she’s been waiting.

Vi.

You blink. Breathe heavy. She doesn’t say anything right away—just watches you. Head tilted. Then—

"Look what the warden dragged in," she murmurs, voice gravel and heat. "Told 'em you'd end up back in here."

You scoff, but it’s half breathless. “Don’t flatter yourself. Maybe I just missed you.”

Vi’s smirk widens. Her boots drag across the floor as she moves toward you—slow, deliberate, like a predator circling something that's already caught.

She steps in close. The heat from her body hits you first. Her voice lowers. “Wanna tell me why you’re bleeding?”

You shrug, but she grabs your chin between her fingers, tilting your face up. She inspects the split lip, the scrape on your cheek, and her brows twitch just slightly—concern hidden under cocky bravado.

"Tsk. Always running that mouth, huh?"

You narrow your eyes. “Gonna do something about it?”

She doesn’t answer. Just shoves you gently—enough that your back hits the concrete wall, cold and jarring. Then her fingers hook the chain of your cuffs, dragging your arms up over your head, pinning them to the wall with one hand.

You’re trapped. On display. Breathing fast.

And Vi grins like she’s won.

"You always talk like you’re ready to fight me," she mutters, stepping into your space. "But I know what you really want."

Her free hand travels down your body—rough knuckles grazing your ribs, your waist, your hips. She touches you like she owns you, like she already knows how wet you are through the thin prison-issued shorts.

When her fingers press against you—lightly, not even pushing yet—you gasp. Her grin grows.

"Yeah. That’s what I thought."

She drops to her knees like it’s nothing, like she’s done it a hundred times. Your wrists are still pinned above your head, your breathing uneven, but she just looks up at you from between your thighs—hungry.

Then she pulls your shorts down slow. Like she wants to see you beg.

And god, you’re soaked.

She lets out a low whistle, fingers spreading you gently. Her thumb ghosts over your clit, and the jolt of pleasure makes your knees almost give out.

"You’re fucking dripping for me," she mutters, like it’s a sin. Like it’s your fault. “Pathetic.”

But then her mouth is on you.

Hot tongue, slow at first, dragging through your folds. She moans against you—deep and possessive—like the taste alone makes her high. One hand still holds your wrists pinned, while the other wraps around your thigh to keep you open.

She doesn’t rush.

She works you open with her tongue like she’s savoring it. Long, slow strokes. Gentle flicks against your clit that build and build. Your thighs tremble. Your breath hitches. Your hips start to move, chasing the friction.

"Needy little thing," she groans against you. "Didn’t even have to ask.”

Your fingers curl uselessly in their cuffs. You want to grab her hair, ride her face, scream. But she’s got you locked down and spread out, and she’s devouring you like she doesn’t care if the guards hear.

Her tongue moves faster now, circling your clit while her fingers press into your entrance—one, then two, slow and thick and curling just right. The stretch is perfect, and you whimper, body twitching against the wall.

Vi’s watching you come apart.

Eyes locked on your face like she wants to memorize the exact moment you break.

"C’mon," she murmurs, "Give it to me. I wanna see how good I make you cum."

And you do.

The pressure coils tighter, heat flooding your gut, your thighs shaking, and when she sucks your clit and crooks her fingers just right—you explode. Hard. Back arching off the wall, cry half-screamed, half-moaned as your orgasm crashes over you.

She doesn’t stop.

Licks you through it, fingers still moving, pushing you higher, overstimulating, until you’re gasping her name and begging—

"Vi—fuck—Vi please—"

Finally, she pulls back. Fingers slip free. Her mouth leaves you soaked. Her grin is slick and triumphant.

And then she stands.

Her hand comes to your cheek—thumb brushing under your eye, soft again. She unlocks your cuffs, catching you before your legs give. You collapse into her chest, still trembling, heart racing.

She holds you there.

"You good?"she murmurs, voice low and rough.

You nod, weakly. Your voice is wrecked. “Yeah. Fuck. Yeah.”

Vi chuckles—low and warm. She presses a kiss to your temple. “Good girl.”

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—ARCANE WOMAN & THEIR AFTERCARE

Vi—

Warm hands & a warm heart.

She immediately scoops you into her arms, kissing your forehead with a proud little smirk: “You did so good for me.”

Gently cleans you up with a damp cloth she grabbed before things even started. Girl’s prepared.

Wraps you in her arms, tucks you into her chest, and runs her fingers through your hair while humming a tune from the Lanes.

Always asks, “Too much? Did I push too hard?”—even if you’re blissed out and can’t speak.

Will whisper sweet things until you fall asleep, then fall asleep holding you.

Caitlyn—

Gentle, proper, endlessly devoted.

Kisses every inch of your face and neck before helping you sit up. “Are you alright, darling?”

Makes tea or brings you water, wraps you in her robe, and brushes your hair if it’s tangled.

Holds your hand under the sheets and quietly murmurs praise: “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

If you cry after sex (happy tears or overwhelmed), she cradles you immediately.

You’ll fall asleep to the sound of her heartbeat and her soft British lilt in your ear.

Jinx—

Chaotic gremlin turned soft baby girl.

Panting, laughing, sprawled on top of you like a satisfied cat.

“You alive? Blink twice.”

Gathers every blanket she can find and burritos you both in it, then starts playing with your hair.

Gets surprisingly quiet during aftercare—just holds you and listens to your breathing.

Might draw little hearts on your back with her fingers and whisper, “You’re my favorite person. Ever. Don’t die, ‘kay?”

Sevika—

Tough on the outside, soft only for you.

Lights a post-sex cigar, then immediately pauses to check if you’re okay.

Cleans you up with quiet, focused attention. Not a word—just care in every move.

Pulls you into her lap, holds you against her chest, and strokes your thigh with her warm hand.

If you’re sore, she grumbles, “Told you to slow down…” but she’s already drawing you a bath.

Will stay up holding you even if you fall asleep first.

Mel Medarda—

Queen of luxury, goddess of comfort.

Drapes silk robes around you, wraps you in the softest throws, and feeds you fruit and cold water like royalty.

Cleans every inch of you herself, slow and reverent. “My precious love. Let me care for you.”

Loves stroking your cheeks and placing soft kisses wherever her lips land.

Talks about how much she adores you, how strong and beautiful you are—even during your most vulnerable moments.

Aftercare isn’t just a moment—it’s a whole experience with Mel.

Ambessa Medarda—

Still intense—but wrapped in love.

Pulls you against her massive chest like you’re a fragile thing she would destroy the world to protect.

“You did well. You’re safe.”

Doesn’t say much, but everything in her touch screams devotion.

Brings you food and water personally, then sits behind you and massages your shoulders.

Sleeps with a hand on your belly, like she’s guarding your soul even in dreams.

[mywomankatarina]

now switch the prompt and have arcane women sit on our face

- 🌻

—ARCANE WOMAN HCS, THEM SITTING ON YOUR FACE

Vi—

Confident as hell. She knows you love it, and she loves watching you squirm underneath her.

She’ll pin your wrists just for fun, rocking her hips slowly while teasing you with that cocky smirk.

“C’mon babe, don’t tap out now. You said you could handle me.”

She might finish and just stay there, enjoying the afterglow on your breathless face.

Jinx—

Chaotic and needy. She’ll drop onto your face mid-convo if she’s in the mood. No warning.

Laughs and moans like it’s a game—because it is to her.

Super expressive. You make her feel worshipped, and she eats that up.

Will probably cum laughing and kick her legs in the air like she’s riding a rollercoaster.

Caitlyn—

Surprisingly dominant in the bedroom. Elegant but commanding.

She’ll order you to lie down and stay still while she rides your face slowly and sensually.

“Eyes up, Darling. I want to see you when I come.”

Polished, but when she lets go? She really lets go—grinding deep, holding your hair.

Mel Medarda—

Pure sensual control. Like a goddess demanding tribute.

She doesn’t sit—she descends, and you feel honored.

Tastes like expensive wine and power.

Will whisper your name like a secret as she tightens her thighs and lets go with grace.

Sevika—

Heavy, intense, unapologetic. You will take it.

She’ll sit back with a cigar after, like you were just her toy.

Growls when close and holds your head down as she grinds through her climax.

Might slap your face after as a reward. Or a challenge.

Katarina—

Deadly, sultry, and in complete control. You don’t get to breathe until she says so.

She’ll ride your face with her daggers on the nightstand, keeping eye contact the whole time.

“You better make it worth my time.”

She doesn’t fake anything—so if she finishes on you, she means it.

⊹ ࣪ ˖Author's note— I didn't add ambessa because I don't think she would be sub to someone, but tell me if you wanted me to write about ambessa, cause I'm gonna make a part two.

[mywomankatarina]

—ARCANE WOMAN, YOU SITTING ON THEIR FACE

Vi—

Begged for it the first time, like the cocky brat she is.

She grabs your thighs and buries herself between them like she’s starved.

Loves being overpowered by your hips grinding on her face—gets off on it.

Will moan into you and slap your ass to urge you on. “That’s it, baby. Ride me.”

Jinx—

Thrilled when you sit on her face. Like she won a prize.

Doesn’t want you hovering—wants you sitting. Smother her.

She’ll giggle between licks and talk nonsense while making you fall apart.

“Drown me, I’m good for it!”

Caitlyn—

Usually composed, but when you take control like that? Shook.

She’ll keep her hands politely on your hips but her eyes are locked on you.

Worships you with her mouth, like every moan is a devotion.

Will definitely kiss your thighs after. “You taste divine.”

Mel Medarda—

Encouraged you to try it in the most elegant way possible.

Lies back with that serene smile, like she already knows she’s about to ruin you with her tongue.

Holds your hand while you grind on her face—classy but filthy.

“Darling, don’t be shy. Let go for me.”

Sevika—

Growled “get up here” and yanked you into position.

Doesn’t just eat you out—devours you. Deep, rough, no mercy.

You try to lift up when it gets too intense? She pins you back down.

“I said sit. Don’t run now.”

Ambessa Medarda—

Commanded you to ride her face once—and now she craves it.

She’ll lie back with arms behind her head, looking up at you like a queen under her empress.

Growls praises as you rock against her mouth. “Yes… take what you want from me”

You coming on her face? That’s her new religion.

[mywomankatarina]

—Command and Obey

╰┈➤g!p Ambessa Medarda x f!reader

Tw: g!p Ambessa, lap riding, dom!Ambessa, power dynamics, size kink, office sex, clenching, begging, loss of control, rough sex, possessive behavior, overstimulation

Synopsis: Ambessa is busy at her desk, buried in war strategies and political reports. But you need her. Desperately. So you beg—sweetly, insistently—until you're seated on her cock, her focus never wavering. That is, until you clench around her just right, dragging her into a spiral she can’t control, slamming you onto her desk and fucking you like the battlefield just moved indoors.

The early morning sun spilled golden light across the lavish curtains, but her side of the bed was cold. Again.

You stirred, naked under the sheets, your body already missing her warmth, your thighs damp with need that had been growing all night. You could already hear her voice—low, focused—dictating orders to someone on the comm. Always in control. Always disciplined.

You padded through the villa in nothing but one of her oversized silk shirts, loose and barely covering the ache between your legs. She sat at her desk, reading over military files, one hand holding a pen, the other lazily cradling a glass of something dark.

“Ambessa,” you said softly, voice still thick with sleep.

She didn’t look up. “Back to bed, darling. I’m swamped.”

But you didn’t listen. You walked over, slow, deliberate, until you were straddling her lap, your arms circling her broad shoulders. Her cock—already hard, thick and firm beneath her robes—pressed between your folds as you sank onto her thighs.

“I need you,” you whispered, grinding just enough for her to feel how soaked you already were.

She exhaled through her nose, still not looking at you. “You’re being a brat.”

“I don’t care,” you whispered against her jaw, kissing it. “Put it in. Please. Just keep working—pretend I’m not here.”

That got her attention.

Her eyes, sharp as blades, cut into yours. She didn’t speak—but she moved. Her hand slid between your legs, fingers grazing your slit, your clit, then gripping her cock to line it up.

“You better be quiet,” she growled, thrusting up into you in one slow, devastating motion.

You choked on your moan, hands clutching her shoulders as she filled you to the hilt. She was so deep, your walls stretching painfully, perfectly, around her. You bit your lip hard enough to draw blood as she returned to her papers, fucking working while you sat stuffed full of her cock.

You rocked gently, whining in her ear. Every movement had you tighter, wetter. You could feel her twitch inside you every time you clenched—so you did it again. And again.

Then one more tume—harder.

The pen snapped in her grip.

In a blur, her chair scraped back, your body lifted like nothing, her cock still buried inside you as she stood up, slamming your back onto her desk—sending scrolls, maps, and glass crashing to the floor.

“You want my attention?” she growled, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand. “Then you fucking have it.”

Her hips pistoned into you, hsrd and punishing. The desk shook beneath you, your cries echoing through the grand office, but she didn’t care. You were her priority now.

“You just couldn’t wait, could you? Had to make me lose control.”

“I wanted to feel you,” you sobbed, legs locked around her waist. “Please—don’t stop—Ambessa—”

“Look at me,” she snapped, voice like thunder, slamming into you harder. “Look at who’s fucking you. Say my name.”

“Ambessa,” you gasped, clenching tight. “Yours—yours—yours—”

She growled deep in her chest, fucking you through your orgasm, not stopping even as you shook and writhed, tears running down your cheeks from the intensity. You were dripping down her cock, thighs trembling.

And still—still—she didn’t stop.

“I’m not done,” she muttered, pulling your hips closer. “You wanted me? Now you’ll take me.”

And you did.

The papers were long forgotten—scattered and stained—your body sprawled across Ambessa’s massive desk as she pounded into you like you were her war drum. Your moans were breathless and high-pitched, nails digging into the polished wood for balance, legs wide open and trembling with every merciless thrust.

You’d already come—twice.

But Ambessa was still hard. Still holding you down like you were her only mission left to conquer.

“Ambessa—wait—too much—” you gasped.

Her large hand grabbed your jaw, tilting your face toward her. Her hips didn’t slow, just snapped against yours with punishing force.

“You wanted my cock,” she growled, her voice raw, “and now you’ll take every drop.”

Her words made your walls flutter again. She felt it. Smirked. Then grabbed your hips and started fucking into you even harder, if that was possible. Your cries turned into high, choked sobs. There was no rhythm now—only need. Ambessa was fucking through her restraint, fucking into her frustration, fucking you like she had no one to answer to.

You were crying by the time she grunted and snapped her hips deep one final time, her cock pulsing hard inside you as she came, breath hot against your neck. You swore you could feel it—her cum, hot and heavy, painting you deep inside.

She didn’t move. Just stayed there, buried inside you, forehead pressed to your shoulder, chest heaving. Her hands were trembling slightly. So were yours.

And then the silence hit.

Only your shaky breaths, her weight pinning you gently, and the faint drip of something sticky between your thighs.

“…You okay?” she asked lowly, voice no longer war-hardened but soft. Human.

You gave her the tiniest nod, too dazed to speak.

“Come on, sweetheart,” she whispered, finally easing out of you, catching your soft whimper with a kiss to your cheek. “Let me take care of you now.”

Author's note: Sorry, if there's a grammatical errors, I was rushing writing this😭 Forgive me my dear readers.

[mywomankatarina]

—Steel and Skin

╰┈➤Sevika x f!reader

Tw: Size kink, rough dom!Sevika, wall sex, possessive behavior, marking, dirty talk, semi-public (Zhaun bar backroom).

Synopsis: Sevika never liked sharing. So when some Zaunite idiot flirted with you a little too long at the bar, she reminded you exactly who you belonged to—pressing you against the cold brick wall of the backroom, fucking you hard and deep with her strap until you could barely breathe, let alone think of anyone else.

The bar was loud—sweaty bodies, clinking glasses, heavy bass pulsing from a cheap speaker in the corner. You didn’t mean to flirt. Not really. Just smiled too long at some guy trying to impress you with a bottle of something cheap.

But Sevika saw it. And Sevika doesn’t share.

The moment her cybernetic hand gripped your wrist and dragged you into the dim, smoky backroom, you knew what was coming.

“You think that was funny?” she growled, voice low and dangerous.

You opened your mouth to answer, but she had you caged against the wall before you could get a word out. Her thigh pressed between your legs. Her lips grazed your ear.

“Smiling at him like that. Wearing this little thing like it’s for anyone but me.”

Her hand yanked your skirt up, baring you completely. No warning. No hesitation. You gasped when her strap—thick, hot from her body heat—rubbed right between your folds.

“Sevika—”

“You don’t speak,” she snarled, dragging the head of it through your slick. “You take it.”

And fuck, you did.

She pushed inside in one brutal thrust, your head hitting the wall with a whimper. It was always like this with Sevika—raw, intense, like she was trying to brand herself into your bones. Her hand fisted your hair, yanking your head back so she could watch your face as she fucked into you, hips slamming like she didn’t care who heard.

“Too tight for someone who was acting like a little slut ten minutes ago,” she hissed, voice rough with arousal. “You just wanted this, huh? My cock buried so deep you forget your own fucking name.”

Your nails scratched at the wall, legs trembling with every powerful thrust. The way she filled you was unfair—too thick, too deep, the curve of it perfect against your walls. Your moans turned into broken sobs of pleasure, your body no longer yours.

“You think anyone else can fuck you like this?” she growled, fucking you harder. “You think anyone else owns this pussy?”

“Y-You do,” you gasped.

“Say it louder.”

“You do, Sevika—fuck—you do!”

Her hand moved to your throat, gripping—not tight, just enough to feel the weight of it. You came like that, clenching around her cock, sobbing her name as your legs gave out. But she didn’t stop.

Sevika never stops when she’s mad.

She fucked you through your orgasm, made you cum again, again, until you were crying from the overstimulation, your cheek pressed to the brick wall, begging for mercy.

Then—finally—she pulled out, her hand still wrapped possessively around your waist.

“Next time you even look at someone else,” she murmured, dragging her tongue up your neck, “I’ll fuck you right there in the booth. Let them see exactly who you belong to.”

Author's note - Sorry, I kept it a bit short—I wrote it at 3 AM. Sweethearts, feel free to send in your requests. We don’t have classes right now, so I can start working on them right away.

[mywomankatarina]

—Precision and Control

Caitlyn x f!reader

Tw: Dom!Caitlyn, lingerie, mirror play, slow teasing, rough and soft balance, praising, overstimulation, size kink, riding, light hair pulling.

Synopsis:

After a long day of patrolling Piltover, Caitlyn comes home to find you waiting in her favorite lingerie. Calm, in control, and meticulous as ever, she takes her time—making you watch in the mirror as she ruins you slowly on her cock, whispering how good you look taking every inch like her perfect little prize.

The sound of her boots echoed down the hall. You sat on the edge of the bed, draped in deep navy lace—the set she liked the most, the one that matched her uniform. You pretended to read, but your pulse jumped the moment the door clicked open.

Her voice was calm as ever, but laced with something deeper. Hunger.

“You wore it.”

You looked up, innocent. “You said it was your favorite.”

Her eyes dropped to the lace barely covering your body, and a slow smirk tugged at her lips. She was out of her coat in a flash, gun belt unclipped and tossed aside. She didn’t rush—not Caitlyn. Everything she did was measured. Controlled. But that only made your stomach flip harder with anticipation.

“You know what that does to me.”

You nodded, shifting your thighs a little, just enough for her to notice the glisten between them. Her gaze darkened. In seconds, she had you standing, guiding you to the full-length mirror across the room. She stood behind you, her taller frame pressing close, her hands sliding down your waist as she looked at your reflection.

“Keep your eyes on the mirror.”

You whimpered when she pushed her strap against your entrance, thick and smooth and so perfectly designed to ruin you. The first push made your knees tremble. Her grip on your hips steadied you.

“Eyes up,” she murmured against your neck. “Watch how good you look with my cock inside you.”

She slid in deeper, slow and steady until you were stretched wide around her. Your breath hitched. She kissed your shoulder, keeping her eyes on your face in the mirror.

“That’s it,” she purred. “Taking me so well.”

She began to move, dragging out and slamming back in with a precision that only a sharpshooter like her could master. You moaned, watching yourself fall apart with every thrust. She pulled your hair gently, making you arch for her, her free hand slipping down to your clit.

“Gorgeous,” she whispered. “Fucking beautiful like this.”

The pace quickened. Your legs shook. She fucked you with quiet, intense control, her hips relentless, her voice in your ear telling you exactly how perfect you were, how she was going to fill you, how no one else would ever get to see you like this.

When you came, it was messy—shaking, moaning her name, begging for more even as you clung to the last thread of strength in your legs. But Caitlyn wasn’t done.

“Again,” she whispered, cock still throbbing inside you. “Let me see you fall apart one more time.”

And you did.

Over and over again.

[mywomankatarina]

— 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.

[mywomankatarina]

"𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐍𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭'𝐬"

Sevika x f! reader - 𝗔𝗿𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗲

A = Aftercare:

Sevika isn’t overly affectionate, but she’ll make sure you’re taken care of. She’s the type to light a cigarette, pull you against her chest, and casually run her fingers through your hair. If you’re sore, she’ll smirk and tell you to get used to it—but if you really need her, she’ll wordlessly help clean you up and get you water before lying back down with an arm around you.

B = Body Part:

Her arms. More specifically, her metal arm. She knows exactly how to use it—pinning you down, gripping your throat, or holding you steady while she ruins you. She also has strong thighs, and if you ever get the chance to be between them, consider yourself lucky.

C = Cum:

Sevika loves making a mess. She’s possessive in bed, so if she can mark you, she will. Watching her release drip down your body is a sight she enjoys far too much. If she’s feeling particularly filthy, she’ll make you clean it up yourself while she watches.

D = Dirty Talk:

Filthy. Downright sinful. Sevika’s voice is deep, rough, and intoxicating, and she uses it to get under your skin. Expect plenty of praise mixed with degradation—one second, she’s telling you how good you are, and the next, she’s laughing at how desperate you’ve become for her.

E = Experience:

Sevika has been around—she’s had more than her fair share of lovers, and she knows exactly what she’s doing. She doesn’t waste time, doesn’t hesitate, and is always in control. If you’re inexperienced, she’ll take her time breaking you in—if you’re experienced, she’ll make sure you never forget her.

F = Favorite Position:

Against the wall—holding you up with one arm while she absolutely wrecks you.

From behind—with her metal hand pressing firmly against the back of your neck.

Riding her thigh—watching you fall apart on her while she smirks and takes a long drag from her cigar.

G = Goofy:

Sevika isn’t playful in bed, but she does have a dark sense of humor. If you’re struggling to keep up, she might chuckle against your neck and call you cute before giving you exactly what you begged for.

H = Hair:

She keeps herself well-groomed but doesn’t obsess over it. She’s a practical woman—whatever is easiest to maintain without getting in the way of business.

I = Intimacy:

Sex with Sevika is intense, passionate, and raw, but it’s not always romantic. She sees it as an outlet—a way to release tension. But if she genuinely cares for you, you’ll notice the way her hands linger, the way she presses her forehead against yours, or the way she stays a little longer after it's over.

J = Jack Off:

She doesn’t need to often, but when she does, it’s quick, efficient, and purely for release. Sevika prefers to have a partner, but if she’s away for too long, she’ll handle it herself while thinking about how wrecked she’s going to leave you next time.

K = Kink:

Domination & control – She’s always in charge. Always.

Size kink – If you’re smaller than her, she’s going to use that against you.

Overstimulation – She enjoys pushing you past your limits.

Choking – With her hand or her metal arm—she likes watching you squirm.

Teasing – She loves watching you beg for her, dragging things out until you’re a desperate mess.

L = Location:

She’s not shy about where she takes you. Her room, her office, a dimly lit corner of The Last Drop—as long as she has control, she doesn’t care where it happens.

M = Motivation:

Sevika gets turned on by submission, confidence, and neediness. If you’re defiant, she’ll enjoy breaking you down piece by piece. If you’re already desperate for her, she’ll take her time dragging it out just to see how much you can take.

N = No:

Sevika doesn’t do soft, romantic sex unless she truly cares about you. She also doesn’t tolerate bratty behavior unless she’s in the mood to punish you for it.

O = Oral:

Giving – Sevika is a goddamn expert. She doesn’t just go through the motions—she devours you, holds you still, and doesn’t stop until you’re a shaking mess.

Receiving – She loves it. Watching you on your knees, staring up at her with pleading eyes, is enough to drive her wild.

P = Pace:

Rough, deep, and unrelenting. Sevika doesn’t believe in taking it easy unless she’s in the mood to torture you with slow, drawn-out teasing. Either way, she’s always in control.

Q = Quickies:

Sevika loves quickies, especially when she doesn’t have time for a full night of ruining you. She’ll pull you into a dark corner, have her way with you, and leave you breathless and shaking before heading back to business.

R = Risk:

She’s willing to take risks, but only when she knows she can get away with it. She’s had you up against the wall of a back alley before, hand clamped over your mouth to keep you quiet.

S = Stamina:

Absolutely ridiculous. Sevika can go all night, and she has no problem pushing you past your limits just to see how much you can handle.

T = Toys:

Sevika enjoys using toys, especially when she wants to push you further than you can handle on your own. If she’s in the mood to be particularly mean, she’ll tie you up and watch you struggle as she takes her time.

U = Unfair:

Sevika is incredibly unfair. She’ll edge you mercilessly, drag things out, and watch you squirm just because she enjoys seeing you beg.

V = Volume:

She’s low and rough, more grunts, growls, and dark chuckles than anything else. But if you get her worked up enough, you might just hear a deep, broken moan against your skin.

W = Wild Card:

She loves biting. Hard enough to leave marks—your neck, your thighs, anywhere she wants to remind you who you belong to.

X = X-Ray:

Built like a goddess of war—all muscle, power, and raw strength. Every part of her is made to dominate.

Y = Yearning:

Sevika doesn’t crave sex emotionally, but if she wants you, she will have you. If she actually cares about you, though, you’ll notice the way her hands linger a little longer.

Z = Zzz:

She doesn’t stay unless she really likes you. If she does, she’ll pull you against her chest and rest her metal arm over your waist, keeping you right where she wants you.

[mywomankatarina]

"𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐍𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭."

Ambessa x f! reader -𝗔𝗿𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗲

A = Aftercare:

Ambessa isn’t the overly affectionate type, but she takes care of her partners in her own way. Expect her to clean you up, bring you a drink, and let you rest against her if you need it. She won’t smother you, but she’ll make sure you’re comfortable. If you impressed her, she might even stay the night instead of leaving immediately.

B = Body Part:

Her hands—large, strong, and calloused from battle. She knows how to wield them just as well in bed as she does on the battlefield, whether she’s gripping your hips, pinning your wrists, or teasing you with a light, controlled touch.

C = Cum:

Ambessa is a messy lover—she doesn’t hold back. She likes marking her partner, whether it’s with her release or visible bruises. She enjoys watching the way it drips down your body, a sign of her claim.

D = Dirty Talk:

Oh, she lives for this. Ambessa’s voice alone is enough to send shivers down your spine. Expect deep, gravelly whispers in your ear, praise mixed with degradation, and reminders of how good you feel. She enjoys making you beg and will tease you mercilessly just to hear you plead for more.

E = Experience:

Highly experienced. Ambessa has had many lovers in her lifetime, and she knows exactly what she’s doing. She’s patient, confident, and in complete control of every encounter. If you’re inexperienced, she’ll take pleasure in teaching you. If you’re experienced, she’ll test your limits and push you further than you’ve ever gone before.

F = Favorite Position:

She prefers positions where she’s in control—standing with you pressed against the wall, bent over a table, or with you straddling her thigh as she watches you work for your pleasure. She also enjoys having you on your stomach so she can pin you down and whisper filth into your ear.

G = Goofy:

Not really. Ambessa doesn’t joke much during sex—she’s intense, focused, and utterly dominant. The closest she gets to humor is a smug, knowing smirk when you completely fall apart under her touch.

H = Hair:

She keeps herself very well-groomed—clean, trimmed, and maintained with military precision. She sees it as part of her discipline, but if you express a preference, she might make adjustments just to tease you.

I = Intimacy:.

Sex with Ambessa is intense, passionate, and demanding, but it isn’t always romantic. She sees sex as a power play, a test of endurance and skill. That said, if she’s truly attached to you, there will be rare moments of surprising tenderness—a lingering touch, a softer kiss, a rare moment of vulnerability.

J = Jack Off:

She doesn’t need to often, but when she does, it’s efficient and calculated. Ambessa prefers to have a partner—she enjoys control and the power dynamic of physical intimacy far too much to rely on her own hand.

K = Kink:

Ambessa is into dominance, power play, and control. She enjoys making her partners submit, whether through force, teasing, or sheer skill. She also has a bit of a size kink—if you’re smaller than her, she’ll relish in overpowering you.

Other kinks include:

Orgasm control – Making you earn your release.

Praise & degradation – She’ll tell you you’re doing well, but she’ll also remind you who’s in charge.

Spanking & biting – She enjoys leaving marks on her partners.

Public teasing – Whispering threats in your ear at a formal event, brushing her hand over your thigh just to watch you squirm.

L = Location:

She prefers a controlled environment, like her private quarters or a secluded space where she can focus entirely on you. That being said, if the opportunity arises, she won’t hesitate to take you against a desk, a wall, or even a battlefield tent.

M = Motivation:

Power, challenge, and submission. Ambessa is turned on by confidence—if you’re bold enough to challenge her, she’ll enjoy breaking you down piece by piece. On the flip side, if you’re naturally submissive, she’ll enjoy training you to respond to her every command.

N = No:

She refuses to be dominated. Ambessa is always in control, and she doesn’t take kindly to attempts at reversing the roles.

O = Oral:

She loves giving—it’s another way for her to exert control. Expect slow, deliberate teasing, holding you down when you try to squirm away, and pulling back right before you finish just to hear you beg.

She enjoys receiving just as much, especially if you’re kneeling before her, looking up at her with pleading eyes.

P = Pace:

Usually rough, controlled, and demanding. Ambessa doesn’t rush—she knows exactly how to push you to the edge and will keep you there until she decides you’re ready to fall.

Q = Quickies:

She enjoys them, but they’re still efficient and calculated. Even if it’s quick, she’ll still make sure she’s the one in control.

R = Risk:

Ambessa is cautious but adventurous. She enjoys the thrill of danger, especially when it comes to power dynamics and control, but she won’t risk compromising her reputation. She prefers secluded but intense encounters rather than reckless public ones.

S = Stamina:

Ridiculous. Ambessa is built like a warrior, and she can go for hours without tiring. She enjoys pushing you past your limits, seeing how much you can take before you’re begging for mercy.

T = Toys:

She doesn’t rely on them, but she appreciates the efficiency of certain tools. If she uses them, it’s to tease, torment, and push you further.

U = Unfair:

Extremely unfair. Ambessa thrives on teasing and control—she’ll bring you to the edge multiple times, whispering how desperate you look, only to deny you until she’s satisfied.

V = Volume:

She’s not loud, but she’s intense—low, guttural groans, dark chuckles, and murmured commands. She likes hearing you, though, and will encourage you to be loud for her.

W = Wild Card:

She loves pinning you against a wall and making you look her in the eyes while she ruins you. Eye contact is non-negotiable.

X = X-Ray:

She’s built like a goddess—muscular, powerful, and imposing. Every inch of her is honed for battle, but she knows how to use her strength for pleasure.

Y = Yearning:

Ambessa doesn’t crave sex in an emotional way, but she enjoys physical intimacy as a means of control and satisfaction. If she has a partner she’s attached to, though, she will find herself wanting them more than she’d like to admit.

Z = Zzz:

She doesn’t stay unless she’s truly interested in you. If she does, she’ll sleep with one arm possessively around you, keeping you exactly where she wants you.

Author's note - Send request guys!!!!

[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

[mywomankatarina]

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝘖𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘵

⁣𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞 -

𝗞𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗮

• Hiding the pain

• Katarina headcannon

• A blade's soft spot

• Katarina Nsfw Headcannons.

• Not Worth the Risk

• Katarina Nsfw alphabet

𝗔𝗺𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮

• Ambessa nsfw alphabet

[mywomankatarina]

What if reader was there during Katarina's fight with Elise and ended up getting hurt (almost dying) which causes her to back off and instead get help for you. Kinda fluff/angst because I imagine she would struggle with the idea of leaving her target alive but also her care and fear of you dying overshadows that struggle. <3 ur stuff so far!

"𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐤"

𝖪𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖺 𝗑 𝖿! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 - 𝗔𝗿𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗲

𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀-

Katarina always finishes the job—always. But when you get caught in the crossfire of her fight with Elise, bleeding out and barely conscious, she faces an impossible choice: finish her mission or save you.

The night smelled of damp earth and blood.

Katarina stood in the ruins of an ancient Noxian outpost, her daggers dripping with dark ichor, surrounded by the twitching bodies of Elise’s brood. The sickly glow of spider silk illuminated the cracked stone walls, casting jagged shadows that twisted and crawled like living things.

Her breath came in sharp, measured exhales, but her focus never wavered. Elise stood across from her, poised, untouched, her crimson eyes gleaming with amusement.

"You should have come alone, Katarina," Elise purred, brushing a strand of inky hair from her face. "Bringing a civilian to a fight like this? That’s not very assassin-like of you."

Katarina's grip tightened around her blades, every muscle coiled, every fiber of her being screaming for blood. "She wasn’t supposed to be here."

She hadn’t wanted you anywhere near this. She had told you to stay back, to let her handle it, but you—you had always been stubborn, always too brave for your own good. You hadn’t listened, and now—

Her stomach twisted violently as her gaze flickered to where you lay slumped against a crumbling stone wall. Your clothes were soaked through with blood, a deep gash stretching across your side. Your breaths were uneven, your hands trembling as you tried—and failed—to press against the wound.

You were barely conscious.

A cold, suffocating fear wrapped around Katarina’s throat, tighter than any garrote she’d ever faced.

She had to end this. Fast.

"You should focus on me, darling," Elise cooed, shifting on her feet, the movement eerily fluid. "Or do you want to watch her bleed out?"

Katarina lunged.

Her daggers met Elise’s claws in a violent clash, the force sending sparks flying. She twisted, aiming for the exposed curve of Elise’s neck, but the woman was fast—inhumanly so. She dodged, her laughter echoing through the ruins as she struck back, slicing through the air with deadly precision.

Katarina should have been faster. She should have been able to predict Elise’s movements.

But her mind was fractured—half on the fight, half on you.

A pained whimper from behind her made her heart stumble.

Her moment of hesitation cost her.

Elise’s clawed hand raked across Katarina’s ribs, tearing through leather and skin. Pain burned white-hot through her side, but she barely flinched.

"Pathetic," Elise sneered, stepping back with a smirk. "You’re hesitating. That’s not like you, is it?"

Katarina staggered but held firm, blood trickling down her waist.

She could still kill her.

One well-placed strike. One more push.

And yet—

"Kat…"

It was barely above a whisper, weak and strained, but it was you.

Her heart lurched.

Her grip faltered.

And Elise saw it.

"Tsk, tsk." Elise tilted her head, feigning disappointment. "You assassins—so ruthless, so efficient… until you fall in love."

Katarina gritted her teeth. Her vision tunneled, rage and fear clashing like a storm inside her chest.

She could still do this. She had to—

But then she saw you again.

Your body trembling. Your lips parted in silent pain. The way your fingers twitched against the wound, too weak to stop the bleeding.

And suddenly, nothing else mattered.

Not the mission. Not the kill. Not Elise.

Only you.

"This isn’t over," she snarled, voice raw with fury.

Elise’s smirk widened, triumphant. "Oh, I know."

Katarina didn’t waste another second. She turned and ran to you, dropping to her knees as her daggers clattered to the ground.

"Y/N—"

"‘m fine…" you murmured, but your voice was barely there, your skin too pale.

"No, you’re not," she snapped, pressing her hands against your wound to slow the bleeding. "Gods, why the hell didn’t you listen to me?"

Your lips twitched into something almost like a smile. "Didn't wanna leave you alone."

"Stupid," she muttered, but her voice cracked.

Your hand—weak, trembling—lifted to brush against her face. "You’re warm…"

Katarina let out a shaky breath, her forehead pressing against yours for just a second, grounding herself. "Stay with me. Just—just stay awake, alright?"

She needed to get you out of here. Now.

Ignoring the searing pain in her own side, she scooped you into her arms. You let out a weak whimper, curling into her instinctively, but she shushed you softly.

"I’ve got you."

She turned, expecting Elise to attack, to try and stop her—but the spider queen was already gone.

It didn’t matter.

Nothing else mattered except getting you somewhere safe.

Katarina held you closer as she carried you into the night, whispering reassurances against your temple, her voice thick with something unspoken.

And for the first time in her life, she abandoned the kill.

For you.

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[mywomankatarina]

"𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐍𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬"

Katarina x f! reader - 𝗔𝗿𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗲

𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 & 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞

Loves Controlling the Pace: Whether it’s teasing you until you’re begging or keeping you pinned beneath her, Katarina always dictates how things go. If you try to take charge? She’ll smirk, let you have your moment, then flip the situation right back in her favor.

You’re Hers, and She’ll Make Sure You Know It: Katarina doesn’t just say it—she shows it. Whether it’s her nails digging into your thighs, her teeth leaving marks along your skin, or her voice in your ear, reminding you who you belong to, she makes it clear no one else can have you.

Biting. Lots of Biting. She loves sinking her teeth into you—your neck, shoulders, inner thighs—anywhere that’ll leave marks. She wants you to wake up sore the next day, a reminder of what she did to you.

Loves Seeing You Fall Apart: Katarina has a very patient, almost sadistic way of drawing things out. She’ll tease, edge, and overstimulate you just to watch you squirm. “Look at you,” she purrs, “so desperate for me.”

𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 & 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥

Ties Your Hands Up (Just to See You Beg): Whether it’s with her belt, her own hands, or pressing you into the bed, she lives for the way you writhe beneath her. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? You were so confident before.”

Loves Whispering in Your Ear: Katarina has a way of making your knees weak just with her voice. She’ll lean in during the most unexpected moments, whispering the filthiest things against your ear, just to see you flustered.

Doesn’t Let You Hide: If you try to cover yourself in embarrassment, she will stop everything. “None of that,” she says, pinning your hands away. “I want to see everything.”

Loves Making You Say Her Name: Whether she’s teasing you, completely ruining you, or drawing out the pleasure, she wants you gasping, moaning, and saying her name like a prayer.

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 & 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭'𝐬

Denies Being Soft (But Totally Is): She won’t admit it, but after everything, she insists on cleaning you up, running her hands over your body to make sure she wasn’t too rough.

Pulls You Close (Like You Might Disappear): When the fire dies down, she always drags you into her chest, arms wrapped tightly around you, her lips pressed against your temple.

Loves Watching You Sleep After: There’s something about seeing you relaxed, body spent and breathing steady, that makes Katarina feel a sense of pride (and possessiveness all over again). She’ll smirk, brush her fingers down your spine, and whisper, “Mine.”

𝗔𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 - Send request!!!

[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.