“Paper and ink craft the lovers reality cannot.”

I used to draw an oc (not sure if it was self insert since i gave her a lot of traits from myself) because i had no friends and i dont trust my parents with my problems. This was like when i was still in school & was a minorLOL

I drew more than this but obviously i cant show it since i think it's too much/triggering, well, since i drew her as a form of vent & comfort

No social life + bad relationship with parents (especially dad) made me even more distant with everyone, i tried to make myself feel seen by drawing my own version of n7 with my oc !

Got lotta issues (mainly self worth; self esteem, nightmares, her looks, self inflicted pain, irregular eating habit) she collecting them all like pokemons bru😭

It's ok if u dgaf, her story just she lives with her parent that barely cares for her, often sleeping with plushies on roaches. She dreamt about having som1 that's kind to her. Also about the suitcase thing i had like, in 2 images, in the real world she died n stuffed in a suitcase while she's still dreaming about the life she never had lol she had a name, it was sena, but i often called her sen

She loved to draw just like me, she liked to let's just say; paint

She's still trying to be good even if she wasn't the best

Idk if it make sense but the way i drew and represent her, kinda had to do something about my past self. I never felt like grew past certain age, i was still in middle school. Yknow, playing minecraft alone all day while listening about kikuo telling me im such a useless child BHAHAHAHSHDH i do still have that mindset, though im not a child anymore and it wasnt as bad but it's still there

The only thing i have left of sen in my current oc is the scribbled pupil, it was uniquely hers

Also, in the link above, the 2nd image was her if she lived to 18 (she kinda lost her spark but still going) she's a survivor yeah, the marks on her neck wasnt left by blades but rope. I hope she recovered

Today was... boring. Absolute, mind numbing boredom. It was the bane to Clockwork's existence. This isn't him! He should be doing something fun, exciting, something... EXPLOSIVE!

Yet here he is. Stuck in an office because of owing Doombringer big time for blowing up his stuff.

Again.

Doing... paperwork of all things. Clockwork groans at himself, looking over the paper pile stacked on the desk. It was a lot, something Doombringer needed done soon.

"He could have had the decency to help me..." Clockwork grumbled to himself, recalling how Doombringer said he had his hands full thanks to some other admin stuff that's been getting everyone's hands full.

Even as a robot, it was still dreadfully boring. Page after page, logging information and even having to send emails!

"This is robot discrimination, I swear." Clock work pushes his chair back from the desk, the wheels rolling as he leaned backwards on the office chair.

With his shades looking up at the ceiling, his mind starts to wander. Wandering what to do next, if he should just ditch and either finish this later or not at all. Maybe even bugging Telamon, maybe he'll want to do something fun.

He starts to think about you. What you were up to right now. Probably doing something much more fun than being stuck in your office, faced with what feels like a mountain of paperwork because you blew something up.

Clockwork figured he could entertain himself for some time as a break. Pulling up recorded clips he took during some of the times he spent with you. He felt... a tad bit guilty recording you without your knowledge, but he'll be dead before he even THINKS about showing off these files to anyone.

The videos were all mostly of cute things you would do. Dates, nights where Clockwork brought you along with him for any fun adventure he thought up at the moment. Watching you cling to him when something scary happens. Even the scoldings Clockwork would get from you when he did something a bit too much.

Clockwork, playing the footage for himself in his head, behind his mechanical eyes. He softly laughs to himself, enjoying reliving these memories. Listening to your words and admiring just how cute you were. He continues looking through them when-

"P- please-!"

The unmistakable sound of your pleading cry plays from a particular video he forgot he had. It's funny to think about, a robot forgetting things.

Clockwork jumps in his seat, sitting upright as he felt his fans kick in. But he doesn't stop watching.

You were laying in bed, shirt just discarded. Clockwork was sitting on his knees between your legs, cool metal hands caressing over your warm skin.

Clockwork can't help but to admire the flustered look on your face, trying to hide it behind your hands. He chuckles at your poor attempt, gently holding to your wrists and bringing them away.

Clockwork feels himself grow more heated, spreading his legs while one of his hands wander down. His hand moving the front metal plate of his pelvis, reveling a half hard silicon cock that you picked yourself for him. (It was his insistence to best pleasure you.)

He continued watching the recorded memory, hand stroking himself as it grew harder with arousal.

Your hips kept bucking upwards, wet slit rubbing the underside of his silicone cock. Clockwork not being able to help but to tease you, watching you try to push him into filling you up like you wanted, what you NEEDED.

"Come on babe, use your words." Clock watches the embarrassment on your face. His hand goes to the base of his cock, slapping the shaft against your wet slit, drawing a meekly squeak from you. "I don't know what you want unless you say something~"

"Come on- just- just do it already!" He chuckles are your attempt, finding how adorable you were trying not ask for it without saying it outright.

"Do what sweetie?" He slowly starts to move his hips, sliding his girth just between your lower lips. You legs tightening around his waist.

"You're an asshole!" You slap his arm, hissing from forgetting hes mostly all metal. Clockwork laughs at you, catching the hand used to slap him and bring it up to his mouth.

"So mean doll, what did I do to deserve that~" he licks the balm of your hand, artificial spit coating it from the soft silicone tongue he has. It made your skin shiver, sending sparks down your spine. "I'll stop teasing, trust me. Just say it once... for me?"

He flips the shades up, making eye contact with your. Even with his teasing, the dim lit eyes of his were soft, almost reassuring. You give out a little huff, gulping as you try to gain enough composure to speak.

"P... please Clockwork-" Your eyes shut closed, gasping from feeling the head of his cock stop at where you wanted so desperately to just push inside. "Just fuck me already!"

"That's what I want to hear."

Clockwork's hand starts to pump at his cock, groaning softly as he continues to watch the video, listening to those moans again. His own hand could never compared to the wet velvety walls inside your cunt, but it'll have to do now.

"Fucking hell, Angel-" his hips start to move with his hand, needing to go after this climax. "Wish you were here so bad~"

Your hands gripped on the sheets you were on, hips lifted up and held from the bed. Clockwork watching the way his cock kept disappearing into your pussy, filling you up perfectly and the wet slick sounds being made.

"More please! Don't stop, ahh~!" It amused him just how much he can fuck the shyness out of you, his thrusts unfaltering or losing its pace.

"That's it babe, let it all out~" his hand squeezes your thigh. Other hand resting over your clit before it starts to vibrate against it. The sudden simulation against the sensitive nub of nerves making you cry out in a high pitch, music to the admin's ears.

"Fuck- wanna make you sound like that again-" Hand pumping himself in a desperate pace, artificial precum coating the entirety of his shaft and hand now.

Watching just how hot you were begging for him, hearing it again- he wasn't sure how much longer he can last-

His climax hits him sooner than he expected, artificial cum ropes making a mess in the almost quiet office aside from Clockwork's fans going in overdrive.

Clockwork takes a moment to regain himself, eyes switching from the video to where he actually is. He looks back at the paperwork in front of him, the mess he mad almost landing on the papers.

"S- shit-!" Clockwork quickly tries to clean up the mess, thankful at least none of it landed on the many documents on the desk.

He straightens himself, standing by the desk and looking at all the work he needs to do. Did he really have to get this done today?

"Eh, it'll get done some other time." Clockwork huffs out a sigh, going to leave the office and slams the door behinds him. What was more important was finding YOU and making another recording for himself.

A/N: FOOD FOR THE 5 CLOCKWORK FANS. 5 might be generous. loi