#Art by @/petradragoon on twt.

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— 11. [PEDONE] FATUI HARBINGERS DRABBLE X FEM! AFAB READER

Pairings : Pierro, Columbina, Pantalone, Tartaglia, Dottore, Capitano, Sandrone, Arlecchino.

Warnings : Orgy, hand jobs, cunnilingus, power imbalance, vaginal penetration, NSFW (DNI IF YOU AREN’T 18+)

—As the Tsaritsa pins the insignia on your chest, a gold crest with two scarlet crimson branner dangling from the end, you stand tall. You were ecstatic, you were finally the 12th harbinger after Ajax, but are you?

Nothing could have prepared you for what was going to happen. You didn’t get it, you were prepared to be on the front lines, determined even, so how did you wind up here?

Kneeling on all fours with a collar around your neck as the harbingers sit in a circle with you as their entertainment, cheeks dusted pink as fat tears roll down your cheeks, how? 

They mocked you for hours on end, “You thought you were going to fight alongside us didn’t you?” As a burst of laughter rang through the headquarters, there was always one who merely watched you, Pantalone, as he is called, sitting in the far corner as darkness swallowed him, spectacles perched on his pointed nose as his eyes pierced through you. 

How can the harbingers not gang up on you when they return after another unpleasant mission? You're so ignorant, ambitious, and clueless that you thought a lady like you could last here.

You always seem to wind yourself tied to a table, hands, mouth, and cunt full to the brim as you did your utmost to take all of them, it was overwhelming, filling your senses until all you could think about was them.

You rub Dottore as he makes pleasurable sounds, while on the other hand you clutch Pierro firmly, his brows knitting from how hard you jerk him away. Tartaglia is occupying your cunt, a sneer painted on his lips, thrilled by how far his cock plows into you.

“Pussy so tight, how can anyone resist you? You should be thankful your needy pussy is getting filled everyday, isn’t that right?” Tartaglia cooes as a series of hum fills the room.

Arlechinno takes her seat on your lips, hips straining to make you work up, knees seated next to your head, hand reaching out to rub the scar etched with a hot knife on the underside of your breast, all their names in a list.

You were flipped onto all fours while Arlechinno rests on her back, your lips devouring her, tears streaming down on her navel, and she laughs at how pitiful you are, so pathetic and adorable.

"Give me a turn!" " Columbina, as you see the girl bare herself in front of your mouth, elbows supporting her as she watches Tartaglia and Capitano demolish your little cunt and soft ass, mask hanging over the side in a haste to have their cocks buried into you.

Sandrone fills your stupid mind with sweet accolades, enticing you to take more, sacharrine voice cooes on the side of your head, breath ghosting the shell of your ears.

"Keep being a good girl for us so you don't get in trouble; we don't want that to happen, do we now?" " She sings as she grins, soft fingers reaching out to wipe the tears away, you give her a hum and a small nod of your head, lips too busy eating Columbina out.

Your high is approaching, and your sight meets the fiery eyes in front of you as darkness engulf them, and you stare, a silent permission to cum.

Pantalone tilts his chin, a small nod, and you can't help but break apart from the agreement, your body buckling as your head crashes on Columbina's legs.

Mouth, cunt, hand stained with cum, how pathetic and pliable.

After all, you were just a pawn, Pedone.