T H E door slams with an audible thud. Mammon lifts his gaze from his work to spy Ollie standing by the door, frame visibly shaking with what appears to be anger or perhaps something else. He continues to idly stand there for a few more seconds as if he was deciding what to do then makes his way over; climbing up the desk to scramble over towards the Sin in a frantic scurry. Metal fingers clasp unto the rich yet dark chestnut of the Sin's vest and when he starts to climb, Mammon merely watches with his usual aloof expression. When the robotic jester eventually reaches his shoulder his frame sinks down to curl around his neck, letting out a few splutters and whines.
M A M M O N tucks his chin down allowing it to rest against Ollie's frame, his way of touching and soothing what apparently was a very upset robot. He lifts his hand towards his front pocket to fetch himself a cigarette but decides against it and merely leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest.
"...W H A T ' S wrong?" The question comes rather abruptly yet soft, tone unintelligible. It's enough to have Ollie stop his incessant whining and lift his helm up some, green optics flickering a few times. "W-Why... Why do people get c-c-close to you only to hurt you? Why? Why is that? Do.. Do they n-not know they're d-doin' it or they do know n' t-t-they just... They just--" He disappears back down into Mammon's neck, squeezing his frame even closer.
"T H E Y j-just hurt you n' hurt you over n' o-over again n'... what for? J-Just.. Just so they can? 'Cause they can? It makes no sense. It m-makes no sense. I.. I-I--"
"C A L M down. You're going to send yourself into a fit," Mammon exhales slowly, now running a finger up and down along his robot's spine, "Sometimes people hurt you because they don't know they're hurting you and sometimes they hurt you because they want you to feel the same pain they feel. Regardless of the reason, it happens one way or another but that doesn't mean you shouldn't trust. Just learn from it so you can prepare yourself ahead of time. There will always be someone who wants to hurt you one way or another."
"I d-don't want to hurt a-a-anymore..."
"I know Ollie, I know." This conversation isn't anything Mammon hasn't heard before. Anytime his robot got close to someone or let something get to him he knows he shouldn't, he starts to fall apart. He falls apart so easily sometimes. Nothing a simple little rewiring couldn't help with. Feeling the tension starting to ebb out of the Jester's form Mammon glances down and gives him a light poke. "Come on. I'll get you as good as new."
L I F T I N G from his chair he makes his way out of his office and down the hall, heading towards one of the various rooms in his manor that held special intentions; the sound of his bells jingling with each of his steps only to fade as he disappears behind a door.
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{☆} characters arlecchino
{☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader, transfem arlecchino
{☆} warnings 18+ content, breeding kink, degradation, stomach bulge, dacryphilia, restraints
"Arle, hah..please. I can't– I can't wait any longer."
The pleading, almost pouty, words had her letting out a deep, husky chuckle as she fiddled with the buckle of her belt, admiring your body as she stepped up to the bed. Her knee sank into the mattress as she knelt down, pressing a placating kiss to your brow and gesturing for you to turn over.
"Come on, dove. Be a good girl, or I'll treat you like the whore you are." Arlecchino clicked her tongue, firmly grabbing your hands and tightening her belt around your wrists, giving the leather a firm tug to test its strength– and to make sure it wasn't too tight. "I'm in a good mood. Don't spoil it by being a brat, little dove."
The pout it drew from you made her grin, canines flashing beneath her lips as she settled in behind you, cupping your ass in her calloused hands with an appreciative grumble. Your panties were already sticking to your cunt, the fabric soaked. She couldn't help but drag one of her digits across the fabric, teasing your folds beneath it.
"Lucky I adore that pretty mouth of yours or I'd have cut out your tongue," She gruffly spoke, her tone neither in jest or too serious– perhaps she would, maybe she wouldn't. She liked to keep you on your toes. "Hm. Maybe I'll use your throat after– shut you up properly. You look so pretty gagging on my cock, you know?"
Arlecchino slid her fingers beneath the waistband of your panties, tugging them down just enough to see your slick cunt, her fingers pulling the folds apart. Fuck, she could feel her cock throbbing against her boxers at the sight– she'd never get tired of it, just like she'd never get tired of using you like a toy.
"But in the meantime.." She finally pulled down her own boxers, her aching cock slipping free and slapping against your thigh– she slid right between your thighs, forcing you to squeeze them together around her. "Fuck, that's it." She growled, pumping her hips a few times before she was satisfied, lining up her cock with your entrance.
She had the decency, at least, to sink in slowly at first..let you adjust to her size for a brief moment before she snapped her hips forward and sank fully into your cunt with a sharp hiss.
Arlecchino typically enjoyed teasing you first, making you practically beg just for her to give you her cock at all, but she had other plans tonight– she wasn't going to waste time playing around this time. Her hand slipped down to your stomach pressed against the mattress, a low chuckle building in her chest at the distinct bulge her cock left. It was a wonder she fit at all– but she'd make it fit even if she hadn't.
"Be a good girl now and don't complain." She grumbled, leaning down to press you down into the mattress with her body, nipping at your ear before she pulled her hips back, hissing at the way you clenched around her in response. She took a moment to sit there, letting you ruminate and squirm at the lack of movement– only to grab a fistful of hair and start pounding you into the mattress before you can even think to whine about her lack of movement.
How quickly, how easily, you turn into a blubbering mess as she uses you like a toy for her own enjoyment. Not that you won't enjoy what she has in plan for you– just maybe not as much as she does. The mental image of filling you with her cum..it drives her thrusts harder, faster. She wants to fuck you stupid with her cock, fill you to the breaking point until her cum pools on the sheets, unable to be fully plugged up. Just the idea of watching her cum dripping down your thighs makes her control slip just the slightest bit.
She's already big enough to bulge your stomach with every thrust, but she wonders if she can push it further.
She certainly wants to, and she intends to.
The fat tears rolling down your cheeks only got her more excited, her hands gripping your hips so tight she can already imagine the bruises in the shape of her fingers against your skin.
"That's it, dove, give in," Arlecchino hissed, a low growl rumbling in her chest as she continued to pound into them relentlessly, her thighs already stinging from the sheer force of it. "Fucking take it, you whore."
Her muscles flexed in faint restraint, the shifting of your arms against her as you nearly screamed at the intense rush of pleasure making her sink her teeth into your shoulder in warning– a futile effort, really, as your body twitched when you came so hard she briefly considered if she had to stop..but you were still moaning even through the tears rolling down your cheeks, rocking back into her thrusts weakly, unable to keep up.
She wasn't too far behind, either. Her teeth dug deeper into your skin, muffling the growl as she plunged into your soaking wet cunt, bucking into you in much shorter thrusts until she finally felt her cum spilling into you. It was almost enough to send her over the edge again– fuck, you were practically sucking her in with how tight you were, squeezing around her cock.
Her head slumped against your shoulder as she pulled her teeth from your skin, taking a moment of respite to catch her breath and let the sting and ache settle in deep– she welcomed it, if anything. But she wasn't done.
She was going to fuck you till you were full– fill you up until she couldn't fit another drop.
For now..she pulled out, admiring the way her cum dribbled out of you. She didn't mind all that much..she was going to replace it tenfold, anyway.
She couldn't wait to plug you up and see you squirm during the meeting tomorrow, full of her cum and unable to find relief– maybe she'd make it a toy, see how long you last before someone realizes what's going on. She was going to enjoy it thoroughly.
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