[ 🌺 ] ARCANE CHARACTERS deflowering reader !! ( first time with them )
TW : smut, vulgar language, nsfw, not pre-read !! i’m not a good writer so bare with me, please. low case writing. scissor city ! fingering, nicknames, praise, light spanking, dry humping, 69-ing, soft pressuring in some.. ( mel’s is shorter ) ( maddie, ellie , abby, & mizu were taken out until i learn more about their characters ! )
the following characters : sevika, caitlyn, violet, jinx, ambessa, mel, grayson, maddie, ellie, abby, mizu !! ( fem!reader x fem characters, if asked i will do male!reader x male characters ! )
“don’t worry, sweet thing.” : sevika
the room is dimly lit, candles fluttering. sevika hovers over you, hand on either side of your head. you’ve been pushing off this day for forever. it’s not like you don’t want it, if anything you need it. your holes practically pulse her name in morse code.
“‘vika”
“yes, sweet thing?” damn, her voice is hot. her breath ghosting against her neck.
“i’ve— i’ve never done this before.” her hand lands onto your waist to bring you closer, you shutter, she chuckled
“i can see that.”
“what?”
“don’t worry a thing, i’ll take care of you.”
the first thing she does is peel your shirt off, kissing down your neck. nipping, gently, at your skin. she’s sure to be soft, sweet—gentle with you for your first. fingers trailing down to your hips then one beneath your waistband.
“‘vika— fuck—” you hiss, she chuckled.
“i just wanna get you used to my fingers, can you handle that, baby?” her eyes on you, you nodded.
“words, baby.”
“y-..yes, ‘vika.”
the pad of her middle finger reaches your sex first. slipping beneath the folds, rubbing teasing movements. her other hand uses its fingers to curl around your waistband, pulling it down along with your panties, down to your calves. she entrusted you to shimmy them off, which you did.
spreading your legs she smiled, inching her mouth closer to your lips ( not the ones on your face ) she chuckled. “‘vika, what’re you doing?” you ask, she looks up at you, then down at your pussy.
“giving my girl some love.”
she practically makes out with your sex, first, soft kisses. then the kisses twisted into licking, licking and occasionally nipping. her hand settled your legs on her shoulders, her other hand spreading your sex’s lips.
“fuck, she’s gorgeous.” she compliments. you pussy’s arousal mixed with her saliva for the first time is a sight she won’t forget. “i might just get attached, baby.” with that her mouth locked around your clit, eyes on your face as it contorts.
“talk to me, darling.” : caitlyn kiramman
caitlyn and you have spoken about your.. lack of bodies as they say, she’s fine with it, willing to go slow. even when you throw hints that you’re ready, she doesn’t budge, you have to say it.
currently, you cuddle. the bed is firm beneath you, your side digging into the mattress. caitlyn hoisters an arm around you, the following arm also has an hand holding a book for her to read.
“caitlyn.”
“yes, darling?”
“i’ve been throwing hints all week, do you— do you not wanna do it with me?”
“huh?”
she shifts, sitting up, her other hand holding up her weight against the bed as she looks down at you. you continue to lay on your side until she pulls you to lay on your back so she can see your face. your face? it’s flushed. adverting her gaze until a hand on your jaw forces you to look up at her.
“you don’t understand how badly i want to do ‘it’ with you, sweetheart.”
“why won’t you take my hints, then?”
“i want you to say it.”
“what?”
“i want you to say you want to do it with me. say it to my face.”
“what’s next you want me to beg?” you say sarcastically, by her face she was genuinely considering it. you groan, soft and barely noticeable. the kiramman’s eyes narrow, her way of forcing you to speak. your lips part,
“caitlyn, i need you.”
“need me for?”
you huff, she chuckles
“i need you to.. uhm.. to.. fuck me.”
“huh? can’t hear you.” she teases. “i need you to fuck me.”
“if you insist.” she teased, leaning in. her lips crash against yours. caitlyn shifts. your back presses into the bed. she hovers above. hands in contact with your hips. her grip is tight as if she’s afraid you’d leave her like— well, that.
she’s hasty; needy. the woman whines, her lips against yours again. her groin drags against yours through your pajamas.
she hisses. bumping her hips again.. “hah.., that feels good.” she whines, again. you moan, she hisses as if the sound alone evens her pleasure.
“don’t sound like that..”
“hm?”
“i don’t wanna cum just from you moaning.”
“what?”
you giggle, her eyes narrow. arms and fingers curl around your thighs to pull them together and to her left shoulder. a finger hooks your panties and shorts, up and off.
“how about we scissor, hm?”
“cait, i don’t know to—”
“i do, ill teach you, darling.”
caitlyn tosses one of your legs, shifts. she places a thigh on either side of the leg that now lays beneath her body and against the bed. your other leg, up in the air. the woman had pulled and tossed her shorts and underwear in the process.
“i’ll do the work, then next time, you owe me.”
“owe y— mmh!”
her clit bumps against yours. you whine, she chuckles. her nails dig into your skin, she rocks her hips, slow and needy. faster—faster. then—
“ah..! cait— cait— feels so— i’m gonna—”
“fuck.. hah..talk to me b-.. mmh.. baby.”
caitlyn’s eyes lock on yours, well— until your eyes rolled back. she only seemed to move faster… then—
“i’m gonna cum!”
“then you take the controls .” : violet
things with vi always get a little heated. play fighting turns to kissing.. kissing twists into making out. now? you’re on the shared bed, her back pressed against the headboard, her wrists pinned by yours against the wood.
“vi..”
“yes, baby?”
her hands break from your hold, you let out a breathy giggle and she sets her hands on your hips. pressing you into her lap, leaning in too close. even if things get heated, she never pushes you too far. she presses kisses along your neck and shoulder, you hum.
“i’ve never.. done anything like this?”
“okay— oh!”
she looks up from your neck, you look at her. she laughs, you pout. “it’s not funny, violet.”
“violet, huh?” she breaths out.
“fine then, baby, what do you want me to do—take control, show me what you like.”
her words hit hard, you try to stammer out and answer, she just looks at you all clueless. hee hands on your hips rub, slow and steady. even if she doesn’t wish to push you, she subtly rocks your hips, grinding you against her sweats. you moan, she chuckles. “so you like this?” she hums, rocking you a bit faster. you work with her, moving a bit faster. “mmh— mhm.” you moan.
“fuck— you look so good on my lap, like this, moaning.” she says, breathless since in her eyes—you’re breathtaking. you rock, her hips grind upward. vi moans, not grunts or groans, but moans. she has always looked like a moaner.
“mmh— i could cum just at t—” her words cut off, she notices you. you’re hips are stuttering, your grinding growing rougher and faster. she chuckles, “you’re gonna cum from dry humping?”
“fuck off, vi.”
“no, no, just hold it in a bit…” she whispered, she grinds you down, you moan. she grinds upward, faster, whining. “i wanna cum together, baby, just—i’m so close— just hold it in a bit longer..”
“i can’t— i—” you babble, she hisses, moving faster until—the orgasm rips through you… and her.
“i like playing with my food .” : jinx
you sit on her work bench, her things shoved over by her so you could. she works on a bomb—no, a gun? who knows. you’re busy looking at her hands. not her nails, her hands. her hands are rough, damaged, yet slim and—
“yohoo, doll, are you listenin’?”
“huh? oh— i was.. distracted.”
“by my hands? what a pervy move, pretty girl.”
she knows those nicknames always get to your head. her hands leave the bomb—no, the gun— no, whatever the fuck it is. you’re focused on how she shifts the chair below to sit between your thighs, her hands landed on the plush skin to squeeze.
“janna, you’re so pretty, i just wanna eat you.”
“eat me?”
“mhm..”
her voice trailed, that look on her face. she parts your legs further, her head laying on your inner thigh so you won’t close your legs.
“doll face, have you ever..?”
“ever..? oh! uhm— no, jinx.”
“ha! i knew it! let me.. fix that.”
“fix tha—”
the side of your knees hit the edge table, her hands roughly parting your legs. she pressed kisses along your thighs, slowly inching upward—until—
“ah.. fuc—”
“language, doll!” she jokes, her lips landing on your mound through your pants that her hands already move to strip off of you. with a thud and shift she tossed off your pants but oddly enough she kept on your panties.
“jinx. stop fuckin’ joking around.”
“don’t rush me, doll, i like playing with my food.”
jinx licks you through the fabric, her tongue flat and teasing. you would protest but you’re too busy shuttering and whining. she chuckles, leans in, and bites the mound. you know she wants a reaction, she got one. one where you whined and whimpered and fussed at her.
“just teasing.”
she licks again, dampening your underwear. her tongue moves as if she’s against your bare folds especially since you’re so wet that the fabric sticks to your skin. licks, sucks, smells, all things she does. she nudges your clit through the sticky fabric through your fabric.
“you taste so good,”
your words grow broken, your sentences are shaky. your hands in her hair, pulling you in, she licks and sucks until—
“cum for me, pretty girl. soak yourself.” she mumbles against your mound and you always listen so well to her.
and yes, she did make you continue after that.
“isn’t this better ?” : ambessa medarda
you sit on her lap, she scribbles into paperwork. reading glasses hanging low on her face. she glances over, your nose deep in your phone. eyes locked on the screen, she pats your thigh.
“hm? yes, bessa?”
“darling, how long have you been staring at that screen?”
“uhm.. i don’t know..?”
her hand lands on your thigh. her fingers slipping between the fat, rubbing up and down. ambessa is never the pushy type— well, she believes she knows what you want and when you want it. if she feels you want food, you will eat. if she feels you want time alone, she’ll give you exactly that. if she feels she you want to lose your virginity? you know better than to deny the general.
“you’re so pretty.” she hummed, she’s never been one for empty comments and compliments. “stand up for me.”
you stand, while in the process of turning she stops you. the front of your thighs digging into the wood of her desk. her hands rubbing up and down on your thigh, her eyes locked on you. her touch left, a soft click as her glasses settle on the desk.
“do you want this?”
you feel a tremor, you part your lips to answer—
“no need to speak, your body tells me everything i need to know.” she rubs you from behind, pressing her fingers into the fabric of your bottoms where she believes your hole would be. you moan, loud, your hands on the desk as you lean against it. “ain’t this better than playing on that.. device?”
“i’ll treat you so much better, this feels so good to you, hm?” she doesn’t even need the nod you give, you legs are shaking, practically trembling and begging for more. your hand clenched and wrinkled a piece of paper, she paused, pat your thigh a bit rougher “be good for me, don’t get messy with my things.” she says—no, she demands.
eventually, after teasing you, tempting you, questioning you. she removed your bottoms, arousal sticking and connecting you and your panties together with a string of it. she didn’t bother removing your bottoms all the way, let them pool at the floor and pushed her finger inside. you hiss, whined. she chuckles, pushed in deeper.
“isn’t this better than your device? hm?”
“y-.. mmh!”
“speak.”
“yes, ambess—”
“general medarda.”
“yes, general medarda!”
she chuckled, pushed deeper, curled. you whined, hips rocking back against her. she leans back in her chair, pushing her fingers in and out steadily. your arousal splashes and leaks down your thighs, she chuckles at this sight.
“you’re so easy.”
“mmh..! it feels weird.”
she pat your thigh.. well, the pat was more of a slap. “not weird. it feels good, doesn’t it, child.”
“yes! so good, general!” arousal leaks down your thighs, your legs. you whine, moan. ambessa moves faster and faster until— it rips right through you. fingers clinging onto her desk enough to create nail marks. “good girl.”
“pretty girls make pretty noises .” : mel medarda
“don’t worry, darling, you’ll be fine.”
“i’m not worried.”
“you’re shaking.”
mel hovers over you, thighs on either side of your head. her arousal dripping onto your face. she’s leaned forward, her boobs pressing against your stomach as her mouth hovers over your mound.
“you look so perfect down here, don’t worry yourself.” she hummed, leaning down to press a kiss. you shivered, she kissed again, you moaned. “you sound so pretty.”
she lands her mound onto your face, grinding, begging you to get to work on her. you do. janna, she sound so pretty. your tongue is nervous, as nervous as you are. it pokes at her likes she’s an experiment. the muscle, you only continue with a movement when she moans and praises.
“right there— ah..” she moans when your lips close around her clit. you suck, she moans. her lips close around yours. she licks, sucks, the coil in your stomach tightens. you pant against her mound, she grinds down. she works harder, you struggle to continue with the distraction of her lips and tongue.
“fuck! mel— i’m gon— gonna—“ she moans against the mound, you moan, she grinds hard. you reach your peak, she soothes you through it, even so, you and her both try to get her to the edge. when she makes it there? she soaks your face. the arousal dribbles down your face, your lips, you moan.
“i couldn’t wait until you were ready .” : grayson
grayson, your dear grayson—hadn’t pushy at all. not to the slightest bit. her desire for you, her need, all were hidden beneath loving gestures and lovey-dovey comments. lately, kisses have been lingering longer. lately, hands have been drifting. her restraint has been slipping.
how could it not? the more comfortable you get, the more of your body you not-so-accidentally show. from your chest in low cut shorts or stomach in low cut sweats or jeans. the smallest things tick a timebomb inside of her until— it explodes.
you sit on the bed, nose deep in a kindle she had bought you. grayson, fresh from work, huffing and making her way to been. goodness, you’re like a goddess to her. just—gorgeous. her hand reaches out to touch, to tilt your head. her head lowers to kiss, starting off slow. the kiss ignites from a spark to a flame in seconds. lips to lips, hands on —no, under your pajama top.
“darling, are you sure you’re ready?”
dear janna, what is she on about! of course you’re ready! even so, she’s beyond ready. she can’t wait until you’re ready much longer. your lips smack into her, tongue to tongue. she leaned in until your back hit the bed. finally pulling away with a grunt.
“i’m exhausted, doll—.”
“then let me work for you.”
“hm?”
the positions adjust, a yank of her arm as a swift movement or two.. you’re straddling her lap. she lays back against the headboard. worried eyes focused on you. “baby, you can’t take my strap just yet.”
“i—i know.” you’re fiddling. with what? her fingers. she smirks, her raspy tone making it sound like she can read your lustful mind. her hand angled down, pressing against your heat with two fingers. “good girl,.. how about you just rock for me for now.” as instructed your hips grind against her fingers. faster— then, she slowly pushes a finger in. thick, making you groan.
“okay, i’m sorry, darling. can you bounce on my finger for me, hm?” as instructed, you do. grayson kisses against your skin, a lot. your neck, shoulders, throat, even your jaw. all to soothe you. you bounce, slow. until, finally, you— “come on, let go, for me.” she rasps— and yes, it was that easy— you let go. you stain her pants, her fingers, even so she hums and kisses you through it.
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