#fatui pierro

“fuck,” he whispers so quietly. “this cunt.” your pussy practically wettens even more when you hear him fumbling out of his clothing—the idea of the Jester being out of control is all so enticing. all because of you.

you all but sigh in relief when you feel the thick mushroom tip of his veiny cock pressing against your sopping pussy. pierro gasps as his cock enters you with almost no resistance, and fills you up to the hilt.

“fuck, oh sweetheart,” his hands move to massage your asscheeks, “this pussy,” thrust, “is fucking,” thrust, “perfect.” thrust.

you moan with each passing thrust as pierro nudges your cervix with every pap, pap, pap of his hips, heavy balls clapping against your clit. you grip the sheets as you pant, feeling your pleasure build up as pierro’s cock tries to breach into your womb.

pierro’s hand travels from your ass to the pouch by your pelvis. he is groaning, panting for breath—calm, collected pierro who leads the fatui harbingers is also putty as he pistons into your cunt.

“this…ah…this womb,” he presses a kiss to your temple, gruff voice now growing shaky, “will start the birth of the new world. no more gods,” he pants into your ear, hand now gripping the skin above your womb, “just like khaen’riah.”

finally, your climax hits you with a shout. you shake against pierro, who curses when he feels your cunt flutter around his cock. he leans back to see white fluid around the base of his cock, and it encourages him more. gasping into your ear, he picks up the pace.

“good girl,” he groans, now shaking himself. you’re like putty in his arms, unable to even croak out “stop”, shaking from overstimulation. “good fucking girl…ha,” he chuckles to himself, “i’m gonna cum, alright? my good girl is gonna take it all here,” he squeezes your stomach again, “all my fucking cum.”

breathless, you nod, “yes, pierro, please. give it to me, ple—ah!”

he groans into your neck as he thrusts into you hard one last time, his cock spearing deep into your cervix as he cums. pierro cums hard, shaking as he fucks all directly into your womb. he whispers, almost to himself, “take it all. fucking take it all.”

finally, he comes down from his high, and turns you both over on your backs. he wraps his arms around you as he makes sure you are alright. pierro smiles at you, “you, my dear, will be the mother of the new world.”

pierro’s eyes shift when he hears you make the most pathetic of whines. he lightly taps your thigh, feeling the way you tighten on his fat cock that stirs up your insides so well! he’ll chastise you, telling you that you need to be a good little baby for him, promising mora for you once he’s finished up his paperwork. he won’t hear any backtalk either, continuing his paperwork as he feigns ignorance to your pleas.

another clench from your perfect hole grabs his attention, setting down his pen and lifting you up on his desk. “you slut.” he growls, “attempting to claim dominance over a man more than twice your senior?” pierro pushes himself further, beginning a pace too unbearable for you to keep up. “i ought to teach a pathetic whore like you your pace.”

and the director does. he makes you scream his name, begging apologies and having your eyes roll back. it never fails to get his dick rock hard when he sees how pathetic you look, with your tongue lolling out of your mouth and empty thoughts in your silly head! perhaps now, you’ll listen to him…

LAWD. i am late anyways i was kicking my feet and giggling while reading this oh my god….. pierro……

The Harbinger plagued y/n's mind every night.

It wasn't her first and surely wouldn't be the last. She had met countless men who approached her with similar intentions. A gift in their hand and a good guy feat displayed just for her, hoping for a night with her or perhaps claiming her entirely. It was part of her work but it never got her to indulge her worldly desires.

But he was different. His demeanour was far from those she had met; she knew at first glance she didn't have the chance to win or break loose. It didn't feel like he was the one who wanted her rather it made her feel like she needed him to satiate her lust. Compared to all the men she had met, he gave an ominous aura even with his gentle facade. A dangerous trail to tread and yet it felt so electrifying and sparked synapses in her brain that itched her brain to find out and if he were to take her at that moment, he would've.

Y/n had washed her face to freshen up, and tried to forget about what happened. She went to the kitchen and looked for something to eat. Upon opening the fridge, right in front of her were the donuts given by the Harbinger and one of the donuts being half eaten. Now it makes it even harder to forget about it.

It took her one night contemplating whether to eat it or not, assuming it was filled with poison or some kind of substance. Many have done that and with the kind of person the Harbinger presented himself she had the right to doubt his offering for the sake of her safety. In the end, temptation had taken over and had her taken a bite.

She expected to at least drop dead like snow white and only to be awakened with a true love's kiss, perhaps like how the Harbinger had kissed her. True to herself, the Harbinger's demeanour wasn't the only thing that kept her awake at night. She figured the Harbinger wasn’t that lowly to attempt cheap tricks like that, perhaps he would’ve done something much more but with the way y/n sees herself she didn’t think the trouble would’ve been worth it.

The donut tasted less than what she had expected. It was as if it already lost its flavour because she had left it in the fridge for a night before falling into temptation. Cold donuts turned out palatable but nothing too bad. Nevertheless, the donut never had the suspected substances in the first place. In the end, she figured eating donuts and hot chocolate in the morning could at least lessen her expenses. Plus, finishing it and throwing the trash might help forget everything sooner.

As y/n eats her breakfast while watching the local news, there was a knock on the door. She wasn’t expecting a visitor at all and yet someone had come to see her. A chill ran down her spine, anxious to answer the door, y/n lowered the volume from her television. A series of knocks was heard from her door repeatedly. Fast soft knocks weren't heard too clearly further from her door so she walked closer, careful not to make any noise or sign of presence.

Could the knocks be..... morse code?

There was only one person who could’ve done that but it wasn’t like it’s not possible for strangers to come by and do morse in hopes for y/n to deceive.

Listening closely to the series of knocks, she noted in her head:

A-X….. A-J-A-X

Ajax? What’s he doing here? I thought he went on a trip. He shouldn’t be back by this month…. How come he's here….? Why is he here?

“Милая*, open the door.” The voice called out. "Let me in, please. I've got a few stuff I bought and I thought you might like 'em."

Y/n opened her door halfway and peeked in and Ajax smiled at her sweetly, a bit awkward but sweet.

"I thought you won't come back until next month." Y/n said, looking at him confused and surprised. "And what's with all of this stuff? Don't tell me you're staying here again 'til your next expedition."

"You know me so well! Now let me in."

"No."

"And why not?"

"I'm busy." Y/n hoped it ends there. "And I haven't cleaned up…"

"... I'll help you clean up…!"

"... And I'm naked…"

"... Doesn't look like it... and you know well enough that'll never stopped me."

"...."

"Now, open. Please? Open the door for me, girly? Sweetcheeks? Darling? Come on, my hands going numb from carrying all this heavy stuff are you gonna let me in or not?—"

Y/n had closed the door, not letting Ajax finish, then the locks on the door clicked. Unsure what had happened, Ajax stood still holding his presents with his hand as they slowly turn numb.

"Are you coming in or not?"

Struggling to open the door with his hand occupied with heavy plastics, Ajax surely needed assistance. Moments passed and y/n couldn't take the ruckus he had been doing with her door, y/n opened the door halfway letting Ajax to just kick it open.

"I knew you couldn't take seeing me struggle."

"You were pissing me off."

Ajax went and dropped the plastics by the kitchen table and stoob behind y/n as she continued to eat her breakfast. He leaned down and wrapped his arms around her gently, trying not to restrict her too much from eating, and placed his head beside hers.

"You didn't miss me?"

She didn't respond.

"I missed you." He kissed her lower jaw then her check. "I even brought some stuff I thought you'd like. Got some food, heels, new clothes.... lingerie."

Ajax sighed as she still didn't look like she was paying attention, her eyes clearly glued to her phone as she ate. It seems like to him his words aren't even heard. He looked over to her phone screen and saw paragraphs after paragraphs of a document from her email and before he could analyse everything y/n had turned off her phone.

"So how much do I owe you?"

"Huh?" Ajax was still in the thought of the document, seeing her plate she had already finished. "Oh, it's nothing! Free of charge."

Y/n stood up and faced him, making Ajax release her from his embrace. Though still a couple of inches shorter, she stared him down and repeated her question.

"Odd enough for you to not charge me anything. Change of heart or you'd request something different?"

"Come on, girly. What do you take me for?"

She tried closed the distance between them as Ajax backed away leading him to clumsily sat down the couch.

"A weak man."

"That's a bit harsh. Didn't know you think of me that way." He gave an awkward smile as he watched y/n drop on her knees in between his legs. Her hands trailing his thighs as he puts his hand up unsure what to do next. "Y/n..... Милая."

"Yes?" Y/n continued and unbuckled his belt, slowly unbuttoning his pants and pulling down his zipper. "Use your words, Ajax. You know what you want."

"I—" He placed his hand on top of hers yet she was quick enough to pull out his flaccid cock. "Fuck- your hands are cold!"

She smirked then proceeded to slowly stroke his cock, her eyes looking directly to his troubled face. Not long after, she opened her mouth and licked the tip then sucked, earning a shaky moan from him. She circled her tongue around the tip then dragged it down to the base. She used her hands to continue to stroke his cock while the other played with his balls.

"Archons— fuck, y/n. I really-"

Unable to finish his sentence from the stimulation he's in, he struggled as he kept repeating the same words over and over, hoping she'd stop... even when he hated getting blue balls after.

"Please- y/n, I mean it. I mean it just please- stop— fuck!"

Y/n cut him off by surprise by taking all of his cock, the tip reaching her throat. Even when she's gagging from deepthroating, she couldn't help but to continue. She had placed both her hands on his knees to keep his legs open as his thighs were already twitching from the stimulation.

"A-ah! Y/n, please, stop. I can't— we can't," Ajax wanted to push her off but the moment he removes his hand covering his mouth to muffle his moans, it'll be over. He knew that if he couldn't keep his voice down, y/n wouldn't stop until he's spent. Although he might have already known y/n knew how much he's struggling to keep his voice down. "I really just— oh f...uck, i really just wanted to give you a gift! Free.... of cha-charge."

Y/n pulled away from his cock as Ajax had finally got to relax himself for a while. Her eyes looked at Ajax's as she pulled herself up and leaned in his face, leaving a little bit of distance between their lips.

"You mean it?" She asked, slyly snaking her hands back down his cock, holding it gently.

Ajax moaned from the touch and nodded then she dragged her up to his stomach to his neck and cupped his face.

"I'm sorry, Ajax." She gave him an apologetic smile, then gave a small kiss on his nose. "But you're so hard right now. I wouldn't want to leave you hanging after what I did."

"милая, don't worry about it. I'll be gone sooner or later. I could just—"

Y/n stopped him from talking by pressing her lips to his. The taste of donuts and coffee and himself welcomed Ajax as they made out.

As their lips steal each other’s breath, y/n started taking off her pyjamas leaving her with only her top.

"You don't wear any panties to sleep? Naughty girl."

"Take off your pants. Now."

She sat on top of him as soon as his pants were off, her pussy just below his aching cock. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her chest allowing him to grope her boobs as she grinds on his cock. Sweet moans escapes her lips as he grunts from pleasure.

Ajax took it upon himself to remove her remaining clothes leaving her naked on top of her.

"Fuck."

Ajax couldn't help but to laugh a bit, realizing he might've need to take back his word from not fucking her at this very moment.

"You make everything so difficult, милая, you know that?"

"Really? All I know is that you like it. You like this."

"Well I know for sure you're gonna like this."

Without warning, Ajax had already started fucking her. His cock slipped inside her so easily as her pussy had been wet from the start. He had grabbed a hold of her ass as he pulled her up and down his cock earning a series of moans from her.

* милая - honey, darling, sweetie

"Pantalone sure loves taking his sweet time with everything." Dottore complained.

"And you can't just walk around with blood and whatnot splattered around your clothes and expect people to leave you alone."

"It's past midnight, Pierro! And I clean up nicely." The Doctor yelled. "It's not like there's that many people walking around at night, they'd be better off asleep. Even if there were people, they could care less and be on their way."

"And you can't bother yourself to look nice for once?" Another voice joined in. "Apologies for being late, I had to take care of some matters."

"You're just in time, Regrator." The mask man, mentioned everyone to gather around, arms placed on each other's shoulder and all.

"No offence but we look like a bunch of idiots like this." Dottore muttered.

"Come on, don't be so negative! It's like planning a scheme like one of those kids from TV shows." Regrator beamed.

"You're right. This isn't working out." Pierro excused himself and stepped away from the circle, making everyone else follow.

"Zenith is still open, I assume. Let's head there." Pierro turned to his right, facing the masked man. "Would that be alright, Capitano?"

"I suppose that would've been better than a while ago." Capitano agreed. "I just wanted a reason to get close to you all, that's all."

Capitano's confession had him get a weird stare from Dottore, an amused reaction from Regrator, and Pierro could've been more stoic.

On their way to Zenith, it was proven true that there weren't many people around. Some didn't even bat an eye towards them, no matter how Dottore was boisterous enough to be heard for a few more blocks, and even more with Regrator arguing with him.

Pierro had opened the door for everyone to enter then entered last.

"What's with the dim lights?" Dottore called out of the blue. "Are you all about to close or something?"

"Good morning, gentlemen." A man from the counter greeted. "Excuse us for setting this type of environment. We're not usually expecting customers at this hour but you may use our backroom in the meantime."

"There's a backroom at Zenith?"

"Yes, sir."

"Ain't it enough to settle here?" Dottore pointed out.

"I made reservations just in case." Pierro answered. "Precautions."

"Right this way gentlemen."

"You know, until now, I'm still baffled how much time we've invested time for this whore." Dottore said with a hint of surprise in his voice. "How could one bitch like her be useful to any of us when we could just take one— or her, torture to confess, then just dump the bitch somewhere."

"That whore you were talking about has connections with the Ragnvindr." Regrator talked back. "We might as well as keep her as bait."

"Ragnvindr?— oh, OH... doesn't ring a bell."

"That kid who took down most of our strongholds. I believe he didn't even had his vision back then and he took on a suicide mission. Surely, he and Childe would get along. Possible but unlikely to end in good terms."

"And what's bait going to do us good if that Ragnvindr kid hasn't been showing up to Snezhnaya?"

"Well, if you used that big brain of yours, you could've also thought we'd know everything about that Ragnvindr kid."

"What information could you even get from a whore like her? How good he fucks her all night?"

"That's enough!" Capitano firmly said. "From the data gathered by Regrator, she's been living low-profile. If she had the chance to meet and get along with the Ragnvindr, then she's much more to use than anyone in Abythòs."

"She's had connections with the Ragnvindr for a while, I'm sure she knows something a lot more than what's happening in Mondstat. Perhaps even a whore like her could be of use to us." Regrator added.

"Which is?"

"I did a bit more digging. This person had an extremely low profile in Snezhnaya however I've found that outside, numerous people had come to know her. An incredible fighter and healer."

"Perhaps she was a factor to how that Ragnvindr kid managed to survive."

"Perhaps." Pierro replied. "Whatever and whoever she may be, we'll need a plan to take her to come with us."

Pierro was always quite rather possessive over you. For example he got really jealous when a certain banker tried to talk to you and give you gifts. Which is exactly what happened during one harbinger meeting.

You were standing and Pantalone walked over to you and began striking up a conversation with you.

You noticed that Pierro's gaze was shifted over to Pantalone and his eyes were digging holes onto his back.

"By any chance are you single?" Pantalone asked.

"They're taken by me." Pierro said as he put his arm around your waist while shooting a glare at Pantalone. "Back off."

The other harbingers saw the scene playing out infront of them. Most of them were shocked after all. Two harbingers dating each other? Unheard of.

Pantalone's expression turned into a frown as he took the hint and walked away to talk to someone else.

Your face was bright red because you were really embarassed at the events of what just happened.

"You know you didn't have to do that right?" You said while giving Pierro a kiss on the cheek.

"I happen to be really possessive of you my dear." Pierro hummed as he nuzzles his face into your neck. "Hopefully now the other harbingers won't make a move on you."

The Damselette’s singing echoed through the icy chamber, her delicate figure could be seen laying on her fallen comrade’s coffin.

“Conventional wisdom holds that divine knowledge rationally comprehended,” Dottore paused. “After conquering the Divine Gaze, he will make his next move.” He once again spoke, an amused smile flickered upon his lips. extending his arm, holding a potion in his hand.

Footsteps could be heard as Dottore moved his head to look at the source of the sound, curious. “It’s time to end tonight’s foolish theatrics. Right now, you have no captive audience,” The 1st Harbinger spoke, his lips in a thin line.

“We have an intruder in our hands,” Arlecchino suddenly enunciated, squinting her eyes, side-eyeing. “Someone dared to interrupt the fair lady’s funeral? How ludicrous!” The Marionette scoffed, her smile turning upside down into a frown.

“My my... you finally noticed my presence? ” You spoke, stepping out of the shadows, heels clicking against the concrete. You had a pale complexion and dull eyes with small pupils— which makes you look more intimidating.

“I—”

Blades made of hydro dashed towards you— making you furrow your eyebrows. In return, you extended your arm forwards and a geo shield surrounded your figure, making a sly grin flicker upon your lips. “What a rude way to greet a guest,” using your anemo delusion, you swept away the hydro blades and made them turn against the attacker.

The harbinger widened his eyes and quickly dodged, his frown aching to turn into an amused smile.

“Tartaglia, don’t try anything rash. ” commanded Arlecchino, glaring at the person that appeared during a comrade’s funeral. “Don’t you feel ashamed— treating the Tsaritsa’s right hand like shit?” You muttered, a [e/c] glow emitting from your eyes.

—that made the glacial chamber be filled with silence. The 11th harbinger slightly widened his eyes and lowered down his hands, unclenching his fists. “The Tsaritsa’s right hand?” muttered Pulcinella, his nose scrunching.

“The Tsaritsa’s right hand is Pierro, you know nothing of the fatui.” Capitano argued, his anger slowly rising.

“And how can you confirm that? You know nothing of The Tsaritsa’s life. The Tsaritsa calls my name whenever she speaks of the gnosis’, not his. ” You exclaimed and ended with a hushed whisper, an amused grin slowly showing itself. “Your name? ” Pantalone asked, his usual expression present.

“Brighella.”