Tags: pre-Wanderer Scaramouche, reader is not the traveler, fatui member reader, reader has a vision, fighting, name calling/degrading, choking, double penetration, bukkake, improper use of geo, improper use of electro
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Author's Note: this one was really fun to write! I decided to take a bit of creative liberty when it came to how elemental powers are used. Hope you enjoy!
The air in the base was ice cold this morning; colder than it usually was for this time of year. Lots of lower ranking staff were frantically running around, documents in hand, yelling out to each other in frustration. You typically lived by a “not your circus not your monkeys” mentality but as one of the upper middle management here in the research facility, this was indeed a case of your monkeys being let loose in a circus. One of the staff running around locked eyes with you and sprinted at you, knocking a few people’s coffee cups out of their hands and onto the floor.
“Boss!” He whined, as he shoved a bunch of papers into your arms, “Lord Sixth is unsatisfied with the test results and demanded we start from scratch, but the deadline he gave us is impossible! You have to help!”
You grimaced at the thought of dealing the sixth harbinger when he was in one of his temper tantrums. On an occasionally nice day, The Balladeer was decent to work with even with his unending sarcasm and sometimes very bluntly rude demeanor, but that was only because he knew without your help nothing would get done around here. More often than not the two of you were at each other’s throats, much to The Doctor’s dismay. Going to confront The Balladeer would most likely end in a multi-hour long argument and the loss of multiple important documents. No one in upper management saw it fit to see you transferred as you were one of the few non-Harbinger ranked Fatui willing to challenge him.
The nervous employee stood there like a puppy, watching you skim through the documents he forced upon you, waiting to see what your answer was and praying to the Tsaritsa that you would willingly take on the task without a lot of resistance. After giving him a once over you clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth in disapproval before walking off to The Balladeer’s private quarters, heels clicking down the hall that silenced everyone that hurried past, knowing another blow out confrontation was about to occur.
It got colder the closer you got to his quarters, probably designed that way by Il Dottore as some sort of jest to remind The Balladeer to cool off from time to time. Cold enough so that a slight shiver graced your bones, goose bumps rising to the surface of your skin. The large door towered over you dwarfing the two guards that stood alert in beside it. One greeted you by name.
“Morning. State your business.”
Hand on your hip you scoffed at the question. “I’ve come to discuss some project interference with the Lord Harbinger,” you said with mockery dripping from your tone, “He thinks he knows better than the whole research team and I’m going to teach him a lesson.”
The second guard chuckled and shook his head, stepping closer to the door. “Just try not to break too many things this time. The maintenance crew didn’t stop complaining for two months after your last altercation.” With that statement the guard knocked on the door to advise The Balladeer of your arrival before opening the door. “You may enter.”
You strode in not even bothering with formal pleasantries. The Balladeer was sitting at his desk with an extremely annoyed look already plastered on his face. “Oh for the love of Celestia,” he groaned, rising from his chair to walk around to lean against the front of his desk, arms crossed loosely over his chest. “What in Teyvat could you possibly want? Here to complain that you and your stupid lackies can’t complete a simple task?”
“Shut the hell up, Scaramouche,” you growled, jumping directly into conflict quicker than usual which caused the Harbinger to blink, slightly thrown off from his game plan before he quickly recovered. Not letting him interject, you continued. “Temporarily ignoring your incorrect theoretical calculations, the supply chain alone will take far longer to get the cargo to this facility than your absurd deadline will allow. And no, we can’t make it move faster, that’s up to those in the logistics branch and supply carriers.” You paged through the papers to find what you needed and marched over to him, slapping it into his chest. “Not to mention that the mining branch still needs to find a new ore vein to mine, which we were notified of last week if you even bothered to read the newsletter that-”
“Enough!” He yelled, cutting you off and tossing the paper aside, “You are the lead on this project so the responsibility falls onto you to get everything done. If you are incapable then I’ll just have to dispose of you and find someone more useful.” As he spoke he got closer to your face, spittle occasionally landing on your cheeks. “Get. It. Done.”
Unable to control yourself you slapped him across the face. “Why don’t you get it through your thick skull that your demands are impossible? If you want this project done right with good results let us work how we see fit. You are too impatient!”
Scaramouche slowly turned his head to glare at you with hatred so intense that I could shake apart the heavens’ itself. “Lowly mortals such as yourself need to learn their place when it comes to talking to gods!” Electro crackled around his eyes and gritted teeth as a warning for you to back down which you did not take. You felt your own power stir inside you, the geo vision around your neck started to glow as he stoked your inner rage.
“Maybe the so-called “gods” should realize that they aren’t omnipotent, and that their stupid, rash, reckless, and uncalculated decisions will end in wasted supplies, lost time, and ultimately result in failure! If you weren’t so damn stubborn and actually worked with us maybe we’d be able to incorporate some of your expectations into a new design, but no! It's always about you, you, you!” With a twist of your foot, thick blocky crystals of geo protruded out from the floor beneath Scaramouche, enclosing around his ankles and even coming out from his desk to wrap around his neck and arms, pulling him backward so his was splayed out over his desk unable to move. As you turned to walk away you paused for a moment to scold him once more.
“Maybe once you calmed down and grew up, puppet, you’d realize that there’s nothing special about you.”
The clicking of your heels was very rapidly drowned out by the sound of him screaming behind you, and the cracking sound of your geo restraints breaking apart. You turned around just in time for you to see his electrified hand reaching out towards you before it closed around your throat and you were pinned to the ground with such power and electric force that your lab coat was blown to smithereens. The chill of the room hit harder without your protective layer and Scaramouche’s attention was drawn to the standing goosebumps on your skin.
“Aw, is someone scared that they’re going to get beaten to a pulp? He leaned in closer, placing his weight on the hand around your throat, causing the edges of your sight to go black. It was then he noticed two slightly bigger mounds poking through your shirt, and he looked at you in disgust. “You’re turned on by me choking you?” He mocked, “What a whore.”
With a slap of your palms on the floor more geo crystals sprouted from the ground around you acting as a wedge between the two of you giving you enough space to wiggle out from underneath and get your footing. Arms crossed protectively over your chest you spit at him. “You mock me for a natural human reaction to a colder environment? Clearly a puppet such as yourself is too ignorant to understand that the human body is much more complex than you could ever comprehend.” You summoned another tidal wave of geo to push Scaramouche farther away from you, sending him into a nearby table with a whole shelf of beakers. The sound of breaking glass filled the air as he landed on top of the glass shards, tossing up some sort of fume cloud into the air as he hit the floor.
“You fool!” Scaramouche snarled as his hat fell off of his head, “Look what you did!” He kicked his hat closer to you and you saw a few holes in the top; though they didn’t stay small, fingernail sized holes, instead they grew and grew, as if something was eating away at the fabric.
“Powered fabric acid” you scoffed, feeling a bit more secure in your situation as you watched Scaramouche’s attire slowly start to disintegrate off of his body. “How childish. Using that to sneak peaks at some of the female staff?” Your teasing extremely aggravated the Harbinger. Before you could register his moves a long tendril of electro smashed into your chest locking your muscles for a moment long enough for Scarsmouche to pin you back down to the floor. As he choked you out yet again with no intention of letting you go this time around, some of the powder from his clothes fell onto you, and only when your chest was revealed to him did he let go and make a retreat. Unable to stand up, all you could muster was enough energy to lift your head to look at him. Scaramouche stood there, awkwardly trying to hide his growing erection from you all the while continuing to stare daggers into you.
“Like what you see, huh?” You taunted with a huff trying to catch the breath that was knocked out of you. With a weak pulse of geo you propped yourself up on a crystal slab, not bothering to cover yourself in hopes that you could throw the Harbinger off his game long enough to avoid being killed. No longer did your pants, or even your underwear, cling to your shivering skin as the powder had completely dissolved all that was left of your garments. Scaramouche seemed unsure of what to do next so you continued with your taunting; your hands travelled down your chest and cupped your breasts so you could poke and prod your nipples, you bent your knees slightly to give him a small peak at what was between.
Anger and embarrassment painted his face red as he still tried to block your view of his rising bits. “Sluts like you sicken me. Is that all you’re good for around here? Whoring yourself out to any staff member with a cock? Too desperate for dick you can’t get any work done? Get out of my sight!”
You smirked at him, reaching down further so you could open your lower lips for him. “Just because I get action and you don’t doesn’t mean you get to call me such a nasty name, Lord Harbinger. You really ought to work on your manners.”
With another burst of anger he launched himself at you, grabbing your throat again and using his electro powers shocked you again, although this time he was clearly holding back. “I’ll show you that I get plenty of action, bitch, and you’ll come back begging for more. Maybe I’ll fuck you well enough you never interrupt my plans or challenge me again.” You tried to manipulate the power of geo once more to push him off your throat, but once you activated your power Scaramouche increased the voltage, which travelled throughout the crystal clusters which you quickly lost control of. He used his own power, through your muscles, to manipulate the solid structure to bind your ankles apart and your arms above your head. The air in your lungs burned as he finally quit sending the electrical pulses through you, but kept his fingers tightly around the already bruising skin on your throat.
“Ooo,” you barely managed to choke out, “How scary. Is that all you got?”
His angry snarled look turned into an overly confident mocking grin. “It already sounds like you’re begging for it. I would have thought a professional slut like yourself wouldn’t give in so easily.”
You weakly managed to spit on his cheek. “I’m not the one who has a hard on to hide.”
With a grunt Scaramouche shut you up by shoving his cock roughly into your shivering pussy. As much as you hated it, the warmth of his body pressed up against you felt fantastic. Not to mention the feeling of being stuffed was way better than being killed; perhaps the danger of the whole situation did indeed turn you on. You stubbornly refused to vocalize your inner thoughts as you bit down on your lip to keep your mouth closed but the slight fluttering of your eyes gave you away. It seemed as if Scaramouche was in the same boat as you; his shaky breathing was the only hint he may be enjoying this strange interaction. You can’t say you’ve ever fucked somene you hated, had sex mid-argument, or been with a partner that could so easily kill you.
The Harbinger wasted no time pistoning his hips and roughly smashing them against yours. Your fingernails clawed against the crystalline shackles while his left indents on your skin, deepening the color of the formed bruises that marred your skin. The air flow was cut off just so that the outer edges of your vision remained black and the slight head high you felt was exhilarating. Scaramouche’s quick and forceful pace made your insides jump around and your walls desperately clenched around him while you enjoyed the friction.
“Your body gives you away,” he sneered at you, “Only a slut like yourself would feel this much pleasure from getting royally fucked by her own boss. Do you think that this means I’ll show you more favor in the future?” His cock pushed harder against your cervix that you had to bite down harder to keep from moaning out; a small bubble of blood formed under your tooth.
“What a disgusting degenerate you are. Lowly mortal; giving in so easily to the desires of the flesh. How pathetically weak.”
As much as he degraded you, you could feel him getting harder still, and twitching between your walls, clearly enjoying this as much as you were. What did this say about both of you and your heated rivalry against each other?
You tried to use your vision to stir up some more geo once again, perhaps just to irritate Scaramouche again, but this only amused him as he once again sent an electro current through your body and twisted your powers, forcing the geo structure into the shape he desired. “Tramps like you love getting your holes filled, so why don’t I help you with that?” You felt a hard, faceted presence press up against your rear sphincter, not giving you any prep before intruding into your hole. Scaramouche had once again used your power against you.
“Take it, bitch,” he laughed with an almost unhinged sneer. The phallic geode invaded pushed further into you, only stopping once it met resistance. Being double stuffed caused your innards to clamp down harder and the two of you choked out subtle moans simultaneously, which only fueled the brewing hate that steeped in the room. With his free hand, Scaramouche grabbed your breast with a rough squeeze, enough that you knew that it too would bruise soon enough.
Unable to hold his gaze, you let out a struggling sigh. “You… Really can’t keep your hands to yourself… Aaahh~... Can you?”
Scaramouche gave your neck a harder squeeze. “Cum dumpsters don’t have the right to talk to gods; learn your place and shut your mouth like the good little whore you are.” With a forceful shove he let go of your throat and breast to reposition his hands onto your waist, imprinting the small crescent shapes of his nails into the unsullied skin. His eyes reminded you of the look the Eleventh Harbinger would get when he was allowed to enter combat with a fellow Harbinger: wild, full of desire, and sheer lack of the ability to hold back.
Your groin burned with the intensity of a nearly approaching orgasm but even the encroaching bliss wasn’t enough to discourage you from taunting your superior. “If I’m a whore what does that make you? You were the one that couldn’t take a bit of sexual teasing without folding. If anything you were the one who was begging to get his dick wet.” You squeezed yourself around him again, pushing your hips up to allow him to go deeper.
The breathy whine that came out of him was almost inhuman. Completely lost in the sauce Scaramouche, for once in the whole time you worked for him, didn’t come back at you with a sassy remark or some kind of threat. The rhythm to his thrusts started to break down, but the force he used increased. With white knuckles he held onto you for dear life, hastily humping his way to victory. His breathing became more labored and even in the cold environment sweat had started to bead on his brow.
“This… Is all your fault…” he groaned, his words a bit whiny. “Look at what you… Did to me. I’ll… make you pay!”
With a few more hard, sloppy thrusts his thighs clenched to brace the on coming tidal wave. With one fluid movement he pulled himself out of you, much to your dismay, and shot a hot, steady stream of cum directly up your body with a fair amount of globs landing on your face. Unwilling to lose the orgasm you desperately fought for, you used his compromised condition to use your power to break your restraints and redirected the flow of power to form a piece of geo behind him so he was forced to penetrate you once again. Your hips rolled on their own, going along the full length of his still hard and twitching cock. Scaramouche did not fight back, allowing you just this one time to do as you pleased, letting you get yourself off on his shaft. Your orgasm was soon to follow and your legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer to you as you let out a silent scream with rolled back eyes. From deep inside you his cock gave a violent twitch of overstimulation and once you had started to relax your muscles he ripped himself away from you.
You freed your wrists from the shackles and sat on the floor, neither of you willing to look at the other. Eventually, it was Scaramouche that cut off the silence.
“We don’t speak of this to anyone.”
“Couldn’t agree more,” you, for once, agreed with him.
Silence continued to stretch on for a few minutes before he gave in again. “I have to say… I wouldn’t be adverse to settling our disputes like this again in the future. But don’t think that means I’m going to go easy on you, or that I won’t put you in your place.”
You turned to him, as he was now looking at you, and gave him a cocky smile. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
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