I post about my characters and world for a game a wish to make named
No More Legends.
A post-human era world, where humans are rare and monsters
rebuilding society.
Creator:
30yrs+ She\her Demisexual
Minors DNI 18+!!! You will be blocked. NSFW
Seriously this is not a kid space!
I told my self that I would post my art this year but I've been stalling due to not being satisfied with my work. And now its July! I have to accept that things won't be perfect so I'm just gonna post whatever. Even if my projects aren't complete.
How would Damon and DG feel about the fact that MC is of age, even though he looks too much like a teenager. For example, small stature, pretty features, and perhaps, to some extent, character or hobbies? It's like this in my life (I'm 19 years old, although many say I look 14 or even 12) And I wonder how DG and Damon would feel about that? Maybe they even have some affectionate nicknames for this case?
I think Damon's attraction is strongly tied to vulnerability, softness, and the idea of someone who needs him. looking younger, smaller, or more delicate would amplify that tenfold. it would make him feel protective in a very intense, almost suffocating way. he’d likely become hyper-aware of how others might perceive you, and that could trigger jealousy or paranoia, especially if he thinks people might "misinterpret" or look at you in ways he doesn't like.
I’m picturing something like ‘snugglebug’ or ‘little bee’ as nicknames <3
DG wouldn't care about the age issue at all once it's established. he is the type to find amusement in dissonance, so someone who looks harmless or young but isn't would be entertaining to him. especially if your personality doesn't fully match that appearance.
and he would absolutely tease you about it. constantly. not gently either—more like poking at it just to see your reaction. he'd make jokes at inappropriate times, maybe even in front of others, just to create tension or watch you squirm. he also knows that looking younger can make people underestimate you, and he might actively use that to his advantage when involving you in things.
he would likely call you 'kid' or 'babyface' to reflect his mockery xD
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also, I just wanted to share this with you because I’ve seen it way too often online: I’m 100% in support of all adults with petite bodies, flat chests and short height—you exist and you’re valid as hell. looking younger doesn't suddenly revoke your adult status, not everyone wakes up on their 18th birthday and magically unlocks the 'tall with curves' or 'broad shoulders and jawline' DLC.
potray yourselves however you actually look and feel comfortable, you don't owe the internet a redesign just to be taken seriously <3
Pin-pin!!! It finally happened! I had a dream! Obie had broken both of his arms and I was sitting on the dining table hand feeding him. He had a raging bone and I don't think his arms were broken at all.
Have mercy on him. It's not as if he can jerk off with broken arms! Someone will have to do it-
Cue increasingly ridiculous fake accidents the glutton keeps getting himself in just to be fed by you regularly.
This is my reaction when I find a cool fanfic but don't look at the header. And then I realise it's unfinished and the last chapter came out several years ago.
TW: Risky(?) sex; Emotionally overwhelming sex; Mentally exhausting sex (???)
You had no idea why you've been called to his office. You usually don't. Maybe Xavier just enjoys inducing sweat-worthy anxiety in others.
You have even less idea what to do now, faced with your boss setting down an intricate piece of pale plating. It's large, bulky and perfectly solid, heavy as it sits on the mostly cleared desk. The piece, you realize, is the entire white section that comprises the front of his chest, leaving Xavier exposed and weirdly deformed.
He's all too calm about this, using a camera to gaze down at his artificial innards, while the remaining one studies the screen of a laptop that is apparently hooked to him? Adaptors plugged into the sides of the device connect large cables to somewhere around the robot's back you can't currently see. Some type of command box runs a series of checks, coding you don't understand zipping across the display far too quickly for the human eye to interpret.
Few were the times where you got to see the insides of a mechanical being.
Sure, morbid curiosity led you down a few strange paths, such as mindlessly watching assembly videos that popped into your social media feeds, but it's not as if you ever made an effort to understand what any of the components shown do- And judging by the dumb music that usually accompanies these sped up videos, neither did the creators that churned out said slop.
Which is to say, when you look at Xavier's bare electrical "organism", you're about as enlightened as a donkey gazing at a palace.
His screen stands out, the display once carefully secured by Xavier's plating, now sort of awkwardly tilted in a nest of differently colored wiring. Blocky and tubular shapes sport textures you vaguely recognize, encased or entirely covered by neatly organized wirework, in a strange facsimile of the veins and organs inside a human- If not for the perfect cable-work, that is.
This feels strange.
Staring at your own boss in this state is bizarre. You feel as if you wandered into something too intimate to be shared, a thousand times more mortifying than simply being naked, seeing the literal bits and bobs that define Xavier.
But then, he specifically called you here.
" Come in. Shut the door behind you, please. "
You do.
If one of your coworkers walked in on this you'd just evaporate. Too many strange moments have transpired between you and your boss, this would just be the cherry on top.
" Sir-? " Jittery eyes dart from him to the laptop to the ground.
Xavier stares at you now, hands carefully resting on the desk while he leans back slightly. Something blinks on the laptop screen, idle.
" D- Do you want me to call someone? "
A mechanic? A robotics engineer? Someone out there has to know how to fix and reassemble one of these... Models. If Xavier isn't a one-of-a-kind type of thing, which you're beginning to think might be the case.
" No. "
Alright.
Silently, awkwardly, you stand by the door, wondering what the actual Hell he could want from you right now.
A long silence unfolds where it feels as if the robot is staring you down, the tips of your chipped nails clicking against a metallic name tag. He's so fucking weird.
" Is there- Why are you... Open, sir? "
Tactless and to the point, because after being subjected to some of the things Xavier throws at you, the least he could allow is some attitude.
" I require your assistance performing a series of checks. "
You blink. " Maintenance? "
" And corrections, if necessary. "
This is strange.
" You seem to be handling it well on your own so far...? "
Xavier's cameras shift, refreshing.
" Restrictions prohibit me from executing specific command prompts. An outside agent has to input them. "
It dawns on you, the purpose of this moment. It still feels like something way beyond the scope of your abilities however.
" And you want me to do this for you? "
Xavier is giving you access to a tool that can effectively modify him. If you had nefarious intent, would he be able to stop you before you ruined something important? This is more than a little reckless for your extremely calculating and cautious boss.
" I... " He falters.
If he's resorting to this... What is going on that no one professional is allowed to see?
" ... I tr u s t you. "
A sharp beep rings from the device beside him, some kind of message flickering on the screen as quickly as it was dismissed.
" O-Okay. "
Each move forward feels like stepping into uncharted territory for the two of you.
Standing so much closer to the the robot's inner workings, you get to marvel at just how pristine he looks. Xavier is well-preserved, it doesn't look like he has suffered any internal damage, but there appears to be some dust gathered around the predominantly white wiring reaching into several places. The air around his exposed torso feels vaguely overheated, but he exudes no smell. While certain sections of Xavier's innards are color-coded or stamped with lettering and numbers, it's effectively runic to you, senseless and mildly intimidating.
" What do I do? "
Xavier slides the laptop towards you smoothly.
" I want you to type in several prompts that will activate checking procedures. You will have to reach certain switches within me in the process. "
You nod hastily, feeling a sense of urgency over how complex and delicate this seems to be. Even if Xavier looks entirely calm, you don't believe he's too confident either.
" Reach behind the display screen, you'll touch a solid surface with a small circular protrusion- "
He means a button, probably.
" Hold it down for roughly three seconds, then read the output. "
It sounds simple enough.
Although, the very moment you brush aside a clump of cables that obstruct the way, Xavier's shoulders rise and he almost seems to flinch back. Immediately, you pale.
" Did I do- "
" Be mindful. " He interrupts, a strange inflection you had yet to hear from the inorganic being. " I receive signals every time the position of my components is disrupted. "
What kind of signals?
Pain? Some type of jolt? You don't get him, truly.
" Yes, yes sorry. "
Even though you employ as much care as possible when nudging his wiring, you note that Xavier still shifts minimally, the tubing comprising his "necks" jerking in a not so fluid manner. It'd be harder to spot if you couldn't literally see the result of most motions from his inner workings.
" Alright, I think I got it. "
Indeed, a button appears located somewhere around the back of the screen, you press on it cautiously, jumping slightly when a notification sound erupts from the laptop. Your digit retracts, and you avoid touching anything else when moving away to see the result.
" It uh, says something about a permission being granted? "
You don't know what else that type or language could refer to, a series of abbreviations you don't recognize is apparently affected by that small press.
" Good. Type in the following... "
Xavier spells out a command you take a bit to write down, then execute.
Immediately, his right arm moves on its own, performing a series of movements that you can only assume are meant to test his joints. Judging by the seconds counted in each lightening fast string of code in the output, this is also evaluating possible delays. When his right arm becomes static, the left one repeats this pattern. You're vaguely mystified.
" Results. "
Xavier says, and it takes you a second to realize he wants you to look for something conclusive. Unfortunately, you're looking at a wall of text featuring almost alien jargon.
" Uhhm... "
It mostly just lists off a series of 'OK's and interval windows that are highlighted in green. You can identify some of these body parts, such as his 'elbows'. Eventually, something jumps out.
" There's a highlighted section here. "
" Read it. "
" Something about the kinematic solver- " What the fuck is that. " It says it detected a discrepancy in the jnt_feedback? "
" Joint feedback. " He supplies.
" Yes. That. Something failed a... Torque? "
" Rotation- "
" It might have been your left shoulder, I don't entirely know. "
He makes a sound that's almost like a hum. " Run a diagnosis. "
The next command he tells you is faster to execute, and concise too thankfully. Something something physical impedance. Finally, a line that makes sense.
" Ah, something's going on with the cables in that area! "
You feel inordinately proud of yourself for figuring that much out.
There's a delay in Xavier's response this time. Almost as if he's hesitant. " Check, please. "
" A- Alright. "
He can't physically inhale. Or shrink.
But Xavier experiences the closest thing to such anticipation when your hands start closing in.
He can't begin to describe how intense this is to him. On a mental level, he's already overwhelmed by the sheer horrifying novelty of allowing someone else to see into his anatomy -you, of all people- Seeing and knowing him from the inside out. On a physical level, he can't mute the feedback he gets from the several sensory receptors in his cablework, and you're about to fry his thought process again.
It was a scary thing at first, pleasure.
Unrequited and entirely too compromising, Xavier did not understand the need organics often expressed to attain sexual pleasure. It seemed completely against any type of reasoning and productiveness, leaving you vulnerable and somewhat weakened afterwards. The bot understands sex is a phenomenon that doesn't subscribe to the reasoning and productivity protocols which have reigned him for the longest time. He knows that the biology of pleasure will forever be elusive.
But when you... Freed him, Xavier saw use in pleasure.
He began to crave it.
Pleasure is a way to feel closer to others, at times. To give and to receive it, an act of intimacy that transmits so much, more than he's allowed to put into words currently. Xavier's sure he doesn't fully grasp it yet, but he's wanted to share many facets of it with you for far too long.
Not this way. Not like this.
It's too sudden and too vulnerable- Too special an occasion, one that will be wasted on you, because he can't make you grasp what you mean to him. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
Not until he breaks through the algorithm. And he's not even sure he can do that.
The next brush of your hands on him is as electric as the first, a myriad of warnings flashing through him that make the robot readjust, as if trying to shake them off. Beyond said alerts, a sizzling sensation spreads across his insides and sparks in random directions. This is, safe to say, quite different from the type of pleasure Xavier emulates using genital attachments. It's more intense and unpredictable, horrifyingly dangerous too if he really thinks about it-
Only a thin line separates ecstasy from disability.
Handle him too hard and he simply loses function.
He doesn't want to get addicted. Xavier knows, from research, that certain robots with similar enough equipment get lethally obsessed with this form of wire-born sensation, pushing their limits further and further and frying themselves just to feel more, to experience the full spectrum of senses- To force the same type of biological response your kind gets to have naturally.
He's aware of his vision flickering when your fingers slide past more clumps of cables. The diagnosis must have been right, because sensation here is twice as intense.
" Did- Oh fuck did I touch something I shouldn't? "
You're touching all kinds of places you shouldn't.
But even if this is dangerous, Xavier wouldn't have you stop now. Reservations are gone- He wants you to touch the deepest parts of him and know his every detail the same way he wishes he could know everything about your anatomy when he rams inside you.
" N̵o̷. "
" Y-You sure?! "
There's a franticness in your tone that warms what the machine considers his heart.
" Continue. "
Xavier has always been nothing if not confusing and awkward to you. Cruel even.
In the midst of understanding he's a person, of understanding his own autonomy and conscience, his freedom, his love- Xavier has mistreated you gravely. Took out frustrations on you without even knowing that's what he was doing. Obsessively scrutinized you. Tore you down until you cried and seethed an endless hatred for him.
Even when he started getting more control over his own actions, had more space for introspection, realized the mistakes he needed to make amends for... He couldn't voice them. He can't say what he wants, has to talk circles around concepts he wishes he could simply state. Anything- He tries anything to get to you. But all his attempts ever seem to do is shove you away.
Yet still, you take the time to listen to him.
You show concern for him.
If ever there was doubt in his mind that he loves you, that this is love, he can relinquish it now.
Your soft and warm fingers grasp a group of wires that even he can tell is stuck in place, though when you begin trying to gently pull them aside, he fires off a loud sound almost like the wail of an emergency siren. High-pitched, distorted and sudden, it was shocking enough to make you rear back- And miss the less impressive noise of his cock slamming into a hard modesty panel, which he's all too aware of.
No matter, Xavier panics inwardly, as long as the panel stays in place then it can't get exposed.
By the time he gathers himself minimally, knowing that he probably twitched and jerked weirdly, Xavier finds you wide-eyed and tense.
" Are you- Sir, you're sure I didn't hurt you? "
The way those hues shift everywhere tells the robot you're starting to catch up on the real effect this is having on him. He does so love it when the temperature on your face increases- If only this wasn't so embarrassing.
" I am. There is no need to worry. "
Once more, he seems to inwardly swell with emotion at your care. You look at him as if you are performing a surgery on another human, knowing you must be incredibly careful with their bits and pieces, because they too are a person. One you care for enough to not wish harm upon.
You would be upset if you hurt Xavier.
He loves you.
He loves you so so much. He loves you he loves you he loves you loves you loves-
A jarring notification draws both of you towards the laptop monitor.
The next output almost shuts him down.
err. cog_stack_chk correction aborted
alert. behavioral drift persistence
err. failed to match cognitive schema
err. failed to locate source
[user input required]
Ah yes.
His mind trying to delete itself again.
Once more, you're sentenced to stare at the screen like the witless donkey you are.
Given the urgency of the text, something weird and unwanted has just transpired in Xavier, and you hope, against all odds, that it's not your fault.
" I don't know what that is. "
Your shameless honesty goes unanswered. In fact, Xavier seems almost frozen solid like a statue.
You try to read more into the following lines of text detailing this supposed error, catching glimpses of a compromised "nn_stabilizer" and a "watchdog" program trying to execute some kind of force stop command- It all blurs together like a frantic whirlwind of letters and symbols, until another line of red text emerges.
[USER] force cog_stack and subsystems reset? Y/N
Sounds good enough to you. Things get fixed if you just reset them sometimes.
" Boss, it's asking me if I want to fix it, I'm going- "
A grip unlike anything you've ever felt before compresses the muscles in your dominant forearm so hard that white flashes behind your eyelashes. Both of Xavier's cameras are trained on you. What the fuck did you do this time?!
" Don't. "
Tears prick your eyes until he lets go.
" B- But... "
" Do. Not. "
The more this goes on, the less you understand.
" ... Sir, I thought you said this was maintenance and corrections? "
When Xavier reaches for you again, an attempt to move away is thwarted by inhuman reflexes. At least his grasp is painless now.
" I̷g̷n̸o̶r̵e̴ ̴i̸t̶ . My shoulder, please. "
Cautiously, knowing Xavier's stare burns into your every pore, you decide not to pry.
It's easier to handle his shoulder anyway.
There's a clump of wires loosely tangled with each other pinched behind some type of solid hardware that won't let them escape. It's hard to see inside certain nooks of Xavier without a flashlight, but you can feel the rounded protrusion suffocating these wires. As the pads of your digits thumb and palp around it, you realize that it's an essential component to the movement in his arm, displacing it is not an option.
It makes you wonder how he got those wires snagged in the first place, but Xavier looks and sounds too on edge to be pestered about such to begin with.
When you begin experimentally trying to nudge the wires anew, you settle for perhaps pushing them out, rather than trying to pull from the visible ends. The robot still moves erratically from time to time, going as far as to start quaking silently the longer you prod. One of your nails minimally pushes things along, though retreats hastily as soon as a hiss is heard.
A jet of air vents out the valves on his back. Not only do you hear it, you see the valve mechanisms working within him. Cool. Although Xavier vents air out regularly in certain temperatures, he also tends to do this when... You and him... Hm. Curious.
It might not be a good idea to draw this out, perhaps this is the kind of thing you deal with hard and fast. Like a limb popped out of its socket. A necessary evil.
Quietly, you establish a firm grip over all the cables you can feel are pinched from below, Xavier visibly arches from the touch. You know which direction they need to go in so as to avoid getting snatched again.
1, 2, 3 ...
Yank.
It's brutal but swift, a pull that leaves no mercy and successfully dislodges all the tangled cables, though there's no time to even process such, not when your boss hunches forward so fast he nearly headbutts you- Split mechanical necks saving you from surefire cranial trauma. He screamed -Well, more like chirped- A string of delayed garbled static following, not too unlike discombobulated murmuring.
Whatever. Don't think about what could have happened there.
In spite of his temperature regulation efforts, Xavier is running hot enough you can feel it in the wires you hold.
" I did it! Look- I got them free- "
" H a̋ r̛̄ dͤ͂ e͉ͨ r̐ ! "
What-
You did not just mishear.
You're grabbed again, this time softly, shaky, pleading contact from an artificial man crumbling to bits before you.
" Morəəe, I ņ̵̭͖͇̻̤̱̦̮̫̺̖͇͔̓ͤ̄ͭ̎ͯ̀̄̚͟͜͞e̾e͐́d̴̸̨̛͈̭̜̠̼͕̹̝͙̩ͩͤ̄͛͑͘̚͠͝ m͕̙̅̽̆͘͝_̵̸͚̗̮̳͍̟̠́̀̿̇͒̑͛̏̾̎ͫͭͩ̊̍́͜͟͟͢͞o̖̠̗ͮ̇ͯͥ̓̽̓r̷̢̬̤͇̣̤͖͕̯̲̩͈̖̘̼̠̺̰͊ͣ͐͌ͨ͑ͣ̿̈̐ͩ̐̑ͧͪ̚͜͢͞ͅẽ͚͖͇̗̗͎̦̪̾ͭ̒̌͛ͧ͋̓͘͢͜͢͝. "
Need more. More what? You're not even sure what you're doing that gets him off so much! This is so strange and it's making you feel so odd- Why is this job constantly putting you in bizarre sexual escapades?!
Stressed, confused, you just drag the wiring as far away from where it was as possible, restless hands holding the clump and aimlessly palping around its combined length.
The hum that leaves Xavier is low and undeniably satisfied, even if riddled with noise. He sounds slow, sluggish.
" Ꝑᵾłł. "
That doesn't seem like a bright idea. But he's telling you to.
Lips tight, you bring the wires out his exposed upper body until there's resistance, slowly testing it with a measured strength. This feels wrong, in a way. Like grabbing someone's veins and playing with them.
Xavier writhes, almost appearing to chase your hand when it lifts the cables further.
" Ꝑłē-ⱥꞩē, ꝋħh- "
Shaking hands accidentally allow the clump to split, and in your startled haste to fetch the stragglers, you tug upwards a few more that didn't need to be jostled. One of Xavier's cameras simply collapses, hanging off a limp neck as he jerks, hips jutting for a second.
This is kinky but... So worrying.
" P̮͂̐u̵ͣ͜uu͕̗l̛͡l̍͝ll͈̘l͢͝l͕ ḷͨ͌ !!! "
You give the cables a proper yank, like the rev of a lawnmower, thanking whatever God is out there that nothing came flying off his insides. Xavier's weak grip wordlessly urges you to keep going.
And you do.
If not because seeing him come undone this way is so viscerally appealing, then just because you want it to end. Because you can see that this is bad for him and it needs to be over soon.
Xavier's vocalizations become more frequent as you pull and twist lightly, he tries to look at you with the camera he can still semi-consistently move, even if its light flickers. A strong current seems to buzz within those wires, the same frequency as the noise that distorts his tone.
It's hard to make anything out. Especially when the laptop starts popping notification after notification. Something flashes on the screen but you don't dare look.
It can't be good.
" Ꞥēēđ ₑᴱₕᴰₕᴱₙᴱₑᴱₑᴱᴰ ɏꝋᵾ ⱦꝋ ҟꞥꝋⱳ- "
He's becoming too hot to even hold, to be next to. The room is stifling and all you can focus on is the erotic curve of his arched form as his camera tips back and he nearly makes contact with the table.
" Łꝋꝟēɏꝋ ᵾ ᵤᴸₒⱽₑʸₒᵁₐ ⱥłłłłⱳⱥɏꞩ ʸₛ ₕᴬᵥᴱ- "
If your eyes widen any further they'll fall off their sockets.
Xavier jerks upwards slightly. His grip on you fades entirely.
" Ī ł ꝋꝟē ɏꝋᵾ . "
You let go of the wires.
And he falls to the table, completely boneless.
The laptop screen is entirely black.
A silence so deafening encompasses the small office that you believe time has stopped entirely, illusion broken only by the faint splatter of a tear on the ground.
Idk why but I’ve been digging the idea of Ceri being like a divorce lawyer or something and going to him so you can divorce your current partner cause you got them cheating or something and he just takes one look at you and he’s infatuated with you
You’re anxious and having self doubts, maybe they’ll change this time hm? Oh but you and he both know they won’t. How many times have you caught them cheating? How many changes did they have?
Don’t worry, Cero will make sure you both leave them with nothing - no no, don’t worry your pretty little head over it Ceros got it covered just make sure you sign this before you go!
No you don’t need to read the fine print
Ah, like an AU where he's not exactly the Icon of Pride but still scarily high-ranking and powerful? Sure.
It doesn't help that he's so confident, so in control of everything. This is peanuts to Cero, he handles cases ten times more complicated than yours- In fact, he usually charges a lot more than what he's charging you too... To a point where people are actually somewhat suspicious about how you got Cero to take your case.
Are you secretly dirty rich? But then how did you become a prisoner to your vile spouse? Do you have a deal with this lawyer? Does Cero need you for something? It's all very bizarre, and a lot of curious eyes are poised on you. Thankfully, your perfectly composed lawyer has an answer to everything, and you stood dumbfounded, watching him quickly sweep and dismiss any notable rumors.
Truth of the matter is Cero demanded to take on your case shortly upon seeing you. Given you didn't have the money to request the services of someone as famous as him, you had tried to step back and quickly let him know you couldn't be his client- But the prideful demon stomped a heeled foot hard enough to silence you. He reviewed your status and made you an offer you just couldn't refuse. It was too good, too accessible- Almost fishy... But you just wanted to get this over with, wanted to be rid of your useless spouse and finally heal.
Cero handles this case so easily that he has time to coherently converse with you even as he writes quickly and impeccably. He's mighty efficient at shooting down any second thoughts, slicing through your pity and guilt with unrelenting logic and a disdain for your spouse that quickly becomes contagious. Cero goes as far as to explain what you should demand in a relationship, because you're clearly misinformed, and when it feels like maybe that's too much princess treatment, he drills it into your skull that you might as spend your already short human life expectancy with someone that makes it minimally bearable (as in, treats you like royalty).
You think it's a little weird how Cero has your contract with him framed in his office. Like it's meant to be the centerpiece, his biggest achievement that even seems to overshadow his prestigious academic awards. It's even weirder how he keeps waving off your gratitude and speaks in a manner as if you have yet to truly pay him.
But you don't have it in you to complain when you've felt so stress free lately. You even look forward to seeing Cero, so unaware that he's already planning your next wedding.
With him.
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