Scandalous !!
summary: you were picked to work under the most elite Fatui Harbingers as their secretary. but it seems they have much more in store for you then just paperwork.
pairings: Childe x F!Reader x Scaramouche x Dottore
warnings: dacryphilia, vaginal penetration, clit stimulation, gangbang, throat fucking, degration, humiliation kink, dom Childe, Scaramouche, and Dottore, fingering, Childe calls you a pretty girl, Dubcon, hand job, making out, afab reader, creampie, blow job, lmk if I missed anything
wc: 3.1k
notes: this was a commission that I made longer then expected. Apologies for the one who commissioned this piece, but I hope you will still enjoy! Commission prices are linked here
Being in the Fatui wasn’t really as bad as everyone depicted it to be. Constantly throughout your life you were always told that these people were evil, dangerous. It would have clouded your brains in fear, if your sisters weren't in the fatui. Both of your sisters have worked in the fatui since you were young. It kind of disappointed you that your siblings were always away, too busy with work to accompany you anywhere or to spend any quality time with you, but there wasn't anything you could do.
The first time you ever met another fatui member was at Northland Bank, which was a bank that the Fatui owned. You still remember the sight of them. The men were dressed in red and black in long sleeved clothes that had a hood made of fur. The women were dressed quite similarly, except the women there wore purple, most likely to make it easier to distinguish the difference between the women and men. They both wore a mask over their eyes, you were confused on whether it was implemented in order to hide their identities or not.
Whenever your sisters came back from an expedition, you ran to trap them in a tight hug. Constantly, they would tell you stories about how tiring work is and how you had to work really hard if you wanted to get into a rank as high as them. They would get sent out on expeditions from all sorts of nations and would take pictures as proof of their travels. That was how you started to train in order to get into the Fatui. You knew you had to be the best of the best if you wanted to be picked. You even heard if the Fatui Harbingers really take a liking to you, you would be one of their assistants! Unfortunately, you washed away these hopes of living in luxury, because it was incredibly difficult to get that high of a rank in just a year or two.You had much more time to think about becoming an assistant once you got in, and within about a year, you were selected!
Although it wasn't as easy as you had expected to get into a higher rank. The ranking you had right now was the lowest ranking in the Fatui. You didn't even have an insignia yet, and you knew that had to change. Having a pyro vision did have some perks. Some people believe it is one of the most powerful visions, and while they probably aren't necessarily true, it was a false fact that made you feel just a little stronger.
Within another year of training, you had gone from the lowest rank to just being informed that you were going to work under a few Fatui Harbingers! You were ecstatic! Although you didn't quite understand it at the time, they did. Everyone else only worked under one Fatui Harbinger, if any at all, it would certainly make your job harder if you had to accommodate more than one, seeing as you expected it to be challenging. You’ve seen how the harbingers treat their subordinates, you weren't oblivious to that fact. You were determined to work hard and become as powerful as them.
Although there were a few Harbingers you had your eyes on. Lord Tartaglia, the 11th of the Fatui Harbingers. Lord Scaramouche, the 6th of the Fatui Harbingers, and Sir Dottore, one of the Fatui Harbingers. Would it be wrong to say that you had a crush on all three of them? Lord Tartaglia just had this cheerful aura that could dissipate within a second and something about it was so alluring. You weren’t that stupid, you saw him wink at you when he saw you staring at him, or when he would talk to the lower ranks just to get a look at you. Lord Scaramouche seems scary to everyone, and he also scares you, but you figured it was because of that you were just a little bit attracted to him, even though you tried to deny it. Sir Dottore was a scientist who loved experimenting. To be honest, you’d let him experiment on you. His big grin is so seducing in all the best ways.
Honestly, for the longest time you thought there was something wrong with you, crushing people who you’d never get a chance with? Maybe in another life, but if you could just be in one of their units, you’d be jumping up and down like a little kid! When it was time to announce the lucky candidates that were lucky enough to work under one of the Fatui Harbingers, you saw them all lined up, reading off the people that were now in their unit. You realized your name hadn’t been called yet, and there were only two harbingers left.
This made you worry, because even through the entire speech you hadn’t heard your name once. It wasn’t until you were pulled aside by a tight grip did you understand what was going on.
“Hello!” The man whispered in a light, cheery tone as you scanned his features, trying to identify who he was. His hair was a shade of strawberry blonde that was more on the orange side, and he had a few freckles dotted on his face.
“Lord Tartaglia?!” You weren’t sure if you were more surprised or afraid. Childe was someone who was highly feared on the battlefield, both for his strength and murderous intents. You couldn’t help but blush a little bit, you’ve always had a little crush on him. His features were of a model, if he wasn’t a Harbinger anyone would’ve assumed he was in the modeling industry.
“I apologize for not explaining beforehand. You’re with me and my unit,” He sounded sincere and so you chose to believe him and followed him to where the fatui soldiers were, all lined up perfectly. In your head, you were jumping up and down and trying your best not to grin. You did it, you're working under a Fatui Harbinger, and it's one that you hoped to work under! You quickly parted from him, not wanting to draw anymore unwanted attention towards yourself before blending in with the rest of the crowd. You listened intently to the smaller speech he made to his new subordinates.
“Congratulations! I have to say, it isn’t everyday you begin to work under a Harbinger. I want all of you to continue training hard. Remember that just because you're a rank higher doesn’t mean your duties are to be neglected. Don’t disappoint me.” Shortly after, the entire group dispersed more evenly, talking amongst themselves. The next two weeks consisted of mostly the same thing, he’d have his groups train every Tuesday and Thursday, and the other days were just running errands and going to their assigned camp locations. You started to wonder if the Fatui ever got a break. You were at a Fatui camp with a majority of the other units. You felt a tap behind your shoulder. It was Childe again.
“Hey, do you have a minute? I want to talk to you in my office.” Your heart immediately sank, jumping to conclusions at every second. Did you mess up? Did you say something you weren't supposed to? What did you do? All these thoughts were running around in your head, but you had no choice but to follow him, it wasn’t really a choice to disobey your superiors. You watched as he sat down in his seat and you sat on your own. “Let's talk, ok ?” He was acting so strange, so different, but you couldn’t put your finger on it.
“Wouldn’t you like to become my little assistant? You’d have everything. Wouldn’t you like that?” He looked at you and could tell you were beaming. You’d always dreamed of this! How could you let an opportunity like this slip from your grasp so quickly?
“Ah ah! There's a catch. Not everybody gets an opportunity like this so easily.” Childe interrupted you from your thoughts, seeing as you were almost beaming with joy. You were confused.
“Huh? Then what do you want me to do?” He laughed like it was no big deal. “You have to do everything I say.” He emphasized the last three words by speaking slowly, like you were a toddler who couldn't comprehend words. “I can do that. I mean.. It's what I’ve been doing right?” He chuckled menacingly in a way that slightly worried you.
“Is that so?” He questioned your own judgment. “Alright then, Come sit over here.” He patted his own lap affectionately while you stared at him in shock. Was he really, actually serious about this? “Are you sure? Lord Tartaglia, I'm not sure if we should be.. Doing something like this..” Before you could finish speaking, he’d already pulled you on top of his lap.
You felt him rubbing circles into your hips as you squirmed pathetically in his grasp. It felt like he was laughing at your struggle, because he continued doing it. “Um..” you spoke meekly. You heard a loud bang on the door that made you jump in his hold before hearing a voice booming from the other side.
"Childe, if you don't open this fucking door I'm going to come in there myself. I know you took my secretary." You looked up at Childe, only to see him rolling his eyes. "That's Scaramouche, don't mind him." He gave you a small smile but you were panicking in his hold.
"Wait! Lord Tartaglia- what if he sees me here.. and his assistant? I thought.. I was only working as a soldier in one of the units under the Fatui Harbingers, surely there were others that fit your expectations, what about them?" You were so confused but you tried to keep the questions at bay to not annoy Childe. Dread filled the pit in your stomach as you heard a clanging of keys and the inserting of a key in a keyhole. You could only bury your face in Childe's chest to avoid the sheer embarrassment you were about to face. The door opened, you shut your eyes.
"Ey' Childe, the fuck are you doing with OUR assistant?" You heard a voice, it was deep and raspy and it sent tingles down your spine. You opened our eyes and slowly peeked to see two figures standing there, instead of the initial one you were thinking of. A tall man with faded teal hair and such deep crimson red eyes you'd think they were artificial, and a shorter man with purple hair and a piercing gaze so sharp he looked like he could kill you just by glaring at you. You were shocked but also confused, Childe only let out a huff of amusement though, as if he was enjoying the ordeal.
"Your assistant? Well I had her first so I'll be keeping her," he argued right back to Dottore before Scaramouche butted in, "Can both of you shut up? You're giving me long term memory loss". You saw the corner of Childe's lip quirk up before he repositioned you on his thigh and started bouncing it, making you let out a whimper that you desperately tried to cover up to save yourself some embarrassment. You heard footsteps coming towards you, and soon a hand made its way to grab your jaw harshly,
"Didn't know our little secretary was such a slut," his eyes stared into yours as you started to get a little warm in your outfit, squirming around in Childe's lap, which you haven't gotten off of. You heard the door close and then heard it lock. "Don't keep us waiting then. Strip now. That's an order." You saw Dottore, who was crossing his arms as he looked down at you from across the small table. You slowly got up from Childe's lap and tried to stand up properly, your hands were together and they pushed your breasts closer to each other.
"Guys wait, don't you think we shouldn't really be- ah!" You tried to protest, but an arm grabbed you instead and started stripping you of your clothes,
"God, do I really need to do everything around here." Scaramouche's eyes almost looked like they were boring into yours. He made quick work of your skirt and your panties, and Dottore assisted in helping you take off your coat and unbuttoning your blouse before lifting it above your head. Childe rose from his seat and sat you down on the table, not being bothered about the paperwork that fluttered onto the floor. Dottore latched both his hands on your breasts and rolled your nipples in between his fingertips, watching them harden while you were whimpering and squirming about. Scaramouche rested his head in between your thighs, watching your juices spill out from your pretty cunt before shoving a first finger in, listening to the sweet sounds that were coming out of your mouth as he curled his finger up.
"Ah! Wait- mm! This is.. so wrong.." Childe turned your head to face towards him and pressed his lips against yours to silence you, starting with a few closed mouth kisses and then gently brushing his tongue on your bottom lip. Soon, he was using his tongue to stimulate your tongue and your lips, swirling your tongues together and groaning into the kiss.
"You're clenching down here, you deny it but your body is really honest, isn't it?" Scaramouche laughed when he shoved a second finger in, using his tongue to suck on your clit. A failed response came out of your mouth, too occupied with Childe's tongue and the many ways it was pleasuring yours. You heard crinkling of fabric and it was Dottore undoing his shirt, throwing it somewhere irrelevant on the floor which initiated Childe to do the same, his lips leaving your mouth and ridding himself of his own clothes.
"Oh.. My Lord.. My Lord..!" Your attention was mainly focused on Scaramouche, who could feel your cunt clenching tightly on his fingers, signaling to him that you were close. Your expression was no less then pure lust, your lips parted and your legs spread, your eyes glistening.
"Come on pretty girl, you wanna cum don't you? Cum for us.. you want it don't you?" Childe was teasing you, pressing fluttery kisses on your jaw and making his way down to your neck, sucking on the skin. "aa-ahh! St-stop tha..t!" You could feel Scaramouches smile as you released all over his fingers, clenching onto his fingers tightly as you reached your orgasm.
"Look at that. You're telling us to stop, but you enjoy every bit of this don't you?" Dottore whispered harshly in your ear, Scaramouche removed his fingers from your cunt and he took no time in unbuckling his pants and zipping them down. Childe pushed your back onto the table, muttering words like "Just relax, we'll take good care of you," you heard sounds of shifting and you felt something prodding against your hole.
“Sir..! Dottore.. Please.. Wai- mm!” You didn’t have time to protest as Childe took this opportunity to guide his shaft to your mouth, harshly pulling out and slamming it back into your throat. You felt something sliding into your hole, looking down and seeing Dottore slamming his cock inside you, his tip kissing your cervix as he bottomed out on you. You helplessly moaned around Childe’s cock but all that could be heard were muffled screams of pleasure. Scaramouche guided your fingers to pump his aching cock that had been strained for so long.
“You like being treated like this, huh?” Dottore slammed into you harder, you could feel the wide grin on his face. You tried to respond that no, you didn’t like being treated like this, but you could feel yourself clenching around him and whimpering desperately around Childe’s cock. You felt a finger slide up to rub your neglected clit, pinching and pulling the bundle of nerves to send electricity all over your cunt. It made you twitch in pleasure, you felt hands caressing your tits again, you saw Scaramouche fondling your breasts, pinching your nipples till they went hard and pulling on them harshly. You felt their pace fastening. The way Childe fucked your face harshly, pulling out only to slam himself back into your mouth, as groans escaped his lips. Dottore having your legs lifted above his shoulders, throwing his head back as he rubbed your clit rougher and faster than before. Scaramouche letting out soft moans as your fingers got faster around his cock, helping him near his release.
"Fuck, pretty girl, you gonna take our cum? Wanna cum in your mouth.." Childe panted hard and fast. He thrusted a few more times before releasing into your mouth. "That's it, swallow all of it… good girl.." he used his index finger to scoop up the remaining cum and shove it back in your mouth. You turned to Scaramouche and started jerking him off harder, watching him desperately trying not to moan.
"That's it.. just like that.. fuck.. cumming..!" You opened up your mouth to allow him to cum into it. You made sure to swallow and to look back up at him and open your mouth, ensuring that you swallowed it all. You quickly choked on your own spit when Dottore started to fasten his pace, slamming into you harder then before. You moaned pathetically against his cock, his fingers were rubbing circles into your clit.
"Aa-ahh! Fuck..fuck… Sir.. It feels too good, please.." You whimpered underneath him. Tears started to well up in your eyes and trickle down your cheek. "Aa-ahh! Gonna cum, m' gonna cum..!!!" Your cunt spasmed around his cock as he thrusted a final time, letting his cum fill your hole up. He pulled out and admired his own work, watching his cum leak from inside your pussy. You were out of breath, panting and tired. Childe was the first one to break the silence,
"Well, we should get you cleaned up now shouldn't we? Don't want the others to know what went down here." You couldn't hear anything else as your eyes shut, too tired to care. You woke up in Dottore's harbinger room the next day, with Childe and Scaramouche sitting on the couch while Dottore was making coffee.
After that, you ended up being a secretary for all three of them. The job was challenging, you wouldn’t lie about that, but also fun and exhilarating. You met up with your sisters the moment they got back from their expedition, and they were surprised to see you had made it all the way up to the secretary position so fast! They would ask you for your secrets and what techniques you used, but you just shrugged like you were dumb even though you knew the answer.
"I guess they just take a liking to me."