#fatui scaramouche

Pierro:

1/10

I feel like he would look at you and tell you to go and rest, but that’s about it. Maybe you get a pat on your head or shoulder in sympathy.

Il Dottore:

3.5-4?/10

When you’re like, nearly dead? and come to him into his lab in the hopes he can give you medicine. He thinks the sight is pathetic :(

Would help you though and tell you to sit down while gets you some poisonous looking medicine (it probably unfairly works tho). But you’re still burning up so you crave a bit more of a hug. It annoys him (but if you persist in staying annoying to him) he might give you a segment of him that you can use as a plushie for your own comfort if not himself.

Arlecchino:

7/10

I mean hello? Father?

This woman would take her time for you. If you tell her you really need someone to cuddle you, she will agree, why not after all?

Only one condition, she might want to do some work in the meantime which could be anything from reading, to writing and commanding fatui agents, as well as her children around.

But if you commit to laying on the couch next to her not bothering her too much, mommy/father is gonna take care of you while laying by the fireplace. :>

Scaramouche:

5/10

Would also be annoyed.

„Why don’t you get lost in your room and rest there? You’re a drag when you’re sick.“ But you don’t want to go to your room you want affection.

So after long minutes of persuading, he might give in, depending on if he likes you or not.

If he gives in and lets you cuddle him, he’s going to make comments about being annoyed, (all while that man‘s got the joker, puppets surely won’t catch a cold) Yet you don’t care and let him talk because you know that behind all the complaints, he likes it a bit.

La signora:

5/10

This one is tricky, I feel like she would be a little like Scaramouche, also saying she doesn’t want to, but should she give in she might find it slightly pleasant and let’s it play a bit into her Ego, other than Scara who would feel it in affection mostly.

Pantalone:

7/10

If you ask him and he is not out for business, I wouldn’t see what keeps him from it. Especially if you’d be at home with him in that luxurious house. He’d at least stay with you until you’re asleep before heading back to his desk to deal with some contracts. Maybe he’ll send someone to fetch him a soup or anything he would know makes you feel better so when you wake up and want to cuddle again, he could also give you something he knows you like to make you feel better.

Tartaglia:

10/10

This man…, you want cuddles, you’re sick? He’s got your back. Just call him up and he’ll try to finish business as fast as possible to come over and help you get better again. Honestly a sweetheart :(

Il Capitano:

2/10

I believe he wouldn’t cuddle you because he is more into battling something somewhere (maybe Natlan). But on the other hand he wouldn’t be too opposed to making you feel a bit better and comforting you so he would ask you if you wanna come along to Natlan and watch him there!

“Well?” He questioned irritated, venom dripping from his tongue to cloud your judgement with its lethal toxins. “Hurry up and strip. Don’t make me wait.” Your hands came shaky and embarrassed up to the zipper of your cozy sweater, slowly unzipping it and sliding the material off your shoulders. The Balladeer watched in anticipation, his length already beginning to twitch in fast approaching arousal.

“S-Sir can I keep my shirt on? It’s quite chilly, and I-“ You immediately shut up seeing the look on his face. It was hateful and full of distaste. “I told you to strip. Are you disobeying me, (Y/N)?” You quickly shook your head in response and pulled your shirt over your head. Finally you were only down to your underwear, hesitant to slide them off just yet. “Stop there.” Your hands halted. “Come.”

Scaramouche smirked seeing you come in front of him, your butt lightly grazing against his desk. “Sit.” With quick obedience you were on his desk, thighs clenched tight with a flustered expression. “Give me your panties.” Your face only grew redder, sliding your panties off and handing them to him, his fingers coming to clench the fabric close. He looked at you, a dark lust filling his eyes before he licked a filthy strip of your juices off, refusing to break eye contact. You shivered.

“Mm~ Look at you. Shifting so helplessly. Too shy to look at your god lick your juices off your dirty panties?” You nod in agreement to his statement, still flustered and embarrassed at the way he shamelessly licked your panties in front of you. He tossed the fabric aside, his hands coming to rest on your knees before forcefully pulling them apart. His eyes immediately fell upon your soaked cunt, your lovely hole twitching under the sudden action and anxiety of needed him. “Heh, always so shy. But you want this… don’t you? Say it.”

“Y-Yes, Lord Scaramouche…” His cold hands removed from your knees, watching with a sadistic grin seeing your knees wobble already. His fingertips slid down the inside of your thighs, stopping once he was nearing your folds. He let out a dry laugh, running his index finger up and down your slick lips, lightly wagging it as he caught lovely glimpses of what he desired most. His tongue came to moisten his lips before he blew teasingly against your hole, relishing in the way it twitched. “M-Mmm… M-My lord…”

“What is it?” He questioned gruffly, his arms coming to hook under your thighs, pulling your hips closer to his face. You whimpered in anticipation, embarrassed to even mumble your sinful request to him. He paused and looked up, sensing your desire to speak. “Spit it out, (Y/N). Tell me what you want.” You shivered and bit your lip, staring at him so cutely he could barely contain himself. “P… Please… li… lick my pussy, my lord…~”

“Heh, so pathetic.” His hand came to smack at your ass harshly, causing you to gasp and arch into his touch in surprise and pleasured pain. “You listen so well. That’s why you’re mine. Too perfect for anyone except me.” His breath fanned over your folds, staring up at you seductively and longingly. “Now praise, praise the name of your god. I’m the only one who gets to see and use this pretty pussy. The holder of all your pleasure. The source of all your desires. I own you.”

His tongue came flat against the bottom of your folds, grinning up at your broken expression as he licked a dirty stripe all the way up to flick his tongue against your puffy throbbing clit. Your legs trembled, the tip of his tongue coming to circle your sensitive bundle of nerves. You couldn’t help but shake violently when he brought his hand to lightly smack your pussy, laughing darkly as he drank in how responsive you were to his touch.

“That’s it, moan for your god. Worship how well I please you. And don’t you ever forget whose whore you are.” The Balladeer drove his face between your legs, his mouth coming to slurp against your hole, tongue darting out to swirl and thrust teasingly against your fluttering cunt. The noises were simply sinful, only bolstering the heavy arousal that sat within the divine puppet. “Please…! L-Lord Scaramouche~ I-I’m… y-your whore, hah, please… please… p-please…!” Oh how your desperate begging turned him on. Warmth pooled within his abdomen, his cock beginning to twitch more, pre-cum pearling at the flushed tip.

He moaned against your clit, sending jolts of electrifying pleasure up your spine. Your hips bucked anxiously up into his mouth, your body deceiving you and your embarrassment to chase the godlike touch that was of Scaramouche, the sixth of the Fatui harbingers. A divine puppet created by a god. The holder of your heart and soul. And the giver of all of your pleasure and pain. He was practically your entire world and you were putty in the palm of his cool yet soft hands. Pliable to his every want and desire.

“You feel so good! Mngh~! L-Lord you- hah!- you feel a-amazing! It’s so, so, SO -Mm!- good!” Your praise ignited a fire between his legs, his foot bouncing up and down off the ground as he tried to quell his the arousal that threatened to spill out of every crevice of his body. He needed to make you cum by his tongue before he decided to fill you up with his deliciously thick cock. “That’s it. Keep praising your god, maybe if you praise good enough… I’ll let you cum all over my face.”

His tongue dove between your folds, teasing his tongue through the muscles of your gummy walls to thrust his tongue inside. Your legs shook, head thrown back as your lips spouted praise and pleasured gasps. Your fingers came to gently touch the back of his head, scared to attempt to push him further or grip his hair. Scaramouche hummed in response, lightly tapping your waist to signal his approval for your much needed actions.

Your hands pushed against his head, his nose driving right against your clit to grind against the pulsing nerves and send pleasure through your nerves. His tongue darted in and out of your fluttery and whiny cunt, drooling for his cock, drooling for his cum to fill up your hole and claim you as his. Your fingers curled to entangle into his soft indigo hair, holding it shakily while your hips bucked weakly into his mouth.

Your walls fluttered around his tongue, your body beginning to tense with a burning heat rising up in your stomach. “M-My Lor- Ngh!!” Scaramouche brought a hand closer to your cunt, angling his head so his fingertips could pinch and roll against your clit, his dark and lustful eyes glaring at you seductively through the thickness of his gorgeous lashes. He was practically demanding you to cum. “C-Cum-! Cumming! Hah!”

With a loud cry of his name, you unexpectedly squirted onto Scaramouche’s face. Your body jerked up quickly, sobering up from the drunken state of ecstasy with lightening speed. He pulled away with haste, eyes wide with his breathing ragged and uneven, surprised himself at what you’d done. Once he realized what had happened, a sadistic grin spread over his lips, his cock getting impossibly harder. His face glistened with your fluids, dripping off his chin and rolling down the sides of his face.

His tongue licked over his lips, standing with haste he began to remove his pants. You could only blush a deep scarlet in embarrassment at squirting all over The Balladeer’s face, dirtying him with your sinful impurity. An apology was quick on your tongue until a pair of soft and wet lips pressed against yours reassuringly. A whiny gasp escaped during the kiss, the dripping head of his cock nudging and rubbing up and down your twitching cunt hole.

“Shut it.” He didn’t let you speak, only glowering down at you with a dark lust sparkling within his eyes. “Now… please your god with all you’ve got, whore.”