Thinking about yandere Transformers freaking out whenever their human darling gets upset, so they just put a piece of technology in front of them.
"Get the iPad! Get the iPad!"
They shove (gently put) it in your tiny servos, watching with interest as you calm down and turn on some organic entertainment.
What calming thing are you engaging in? They listen to you watching a show that speaks about horrific ways in which orga- humans have died and which of your species perpetrated such things.
The Autobots are contemplating child locks on the primitive tech.
The Decepticons are incredibly interested. You have been hiding this information from them! Your species holds more intelligence than simple barbarism.
Human darling being absolutely traumatized by the DJD so they shove the iPad in front of you to try to get you out of your catatonic state.
What are these colorful depictions? Friendship? Kindness? Fixing each other's "boo-boos"? No wonder you are so easily broken.
The DJD all just being baffled by what you are choosing to be entertained by.
I feel like they'd unironically be entertained by watching the Octonauts.
"Put on that flesh-made drivel. The one with the anthropomorphic animals that speak and live in incorrect environments for their species."
You guys ever think...Earth might be the universe culinary masterpiece?...like you got Yautja's coming in secret to eat some mcdonals or...some pozole from the restaurant?...like cybertronians or mcb always seeing these aliens coming to earth in discuises to partake in their favorite cuisine?...some even becoming ADDICTS to the simple pleasure of instant ramen...or a good old cup of coffee
So, one day, brainstorm or other scientists managed to upgrade their holoforms ENOUGH to be able to taste and digest human food...and i think it goes like how newborn babies try solid food for the first time-
Case and point...poor tailgate trying icecream for the FIRST time went like
Y/n*Smiles holding a simple vanilla icecream for him*Dont eat too much too fast~
Tailgate*Tries a small bite, surprised by the temperature, then savours it, and eyes bulged out and grabs your hand holding the dessert and mushes it on to his mouth*!?!?!
Other Liason*Holding his back and cackles*T-TAILGATE LET GO!
Y/n*Seeing him try to eat more even if he gets dirty*T-TAILGATE!BREATH CYCLONUS HELP-...
Other liaison*Sees her own dessert is now gone and sees Cyclonus is avoiding looking at her*...
Cyclonus*Blushing as his whole mouth is covered in whipped cream and ice cream as his Sunday bowl is so clean there was not even a spot*...
-Meanwhile on the table next to them-
Mcb!Yn*Blinks seeing your humanoid cardbots in pain from brainfreeze*...
Shadow X*Holding his head and whines*AAAAAH, DEATH IS UPON US! I CAN'T FEEL MY MOUTH!?
Heavy Iron*Just finished his ice cream cake, smashes the plate on the floor*I like this! Another!?-...oh
Yuri*Who came in with 10 burgers for each and every one of the bots but glares at heavy iron*Clean.that.up.youngman...
Buffalo*Gasps in awe seeing his burger is in the shape of a heart with flags, smiles as Yuri puts him a bib along kiss on the forehead*Thank you, Mrs Yuri!
Phoenix fire*Holding his head and whines*I-I Been betrayed by the opposite of f-fire...
Y/n*Coming downstairs from your old home, yawning, you head to the kitchen and get ready to start the day with the usual coffee only...to see it's empty along with your morning sweet bread*What the f-...are you fucking
Ratchet passed out on the sofa with crumbs all over his face and shirt, your favorite coffee mug in his hand, and a chicken leg on the other with a big chunk bitten off
Y/n: Not even Judas was this much of a hypocrite...
Y/n*Patting your cons backs and then seeing Tarn's own holoavatar crying*Hon what's wrong-
Tarn*Eating Pizza as his first food for the first time, tears running down his face*L-life ish bea-ifuh...
Rest of the Djd Nodding as they eat and their fill with a bit of cola...which took you awhile to tell them "No, it's not mud water with bubbles"...
----------------------------------At a Maid Cafe------------------------------
Maid!Waitress*Serving you and probably the most rugged, retired commando-looking old man, along with the most man? Wearing a mask, he looks like some cyberpunk fanatic, a strawberry parfait and a big beer, and a kid's jumbo burger and fries with onion rings, Commando guy, him the bear and you kid jumbo burger and the cyberpunk guy the parfait *Enjoy masters~
Y/n & Megatron & Sounwave:...
You both switch the items to the correct person, you take a drink of the big, Soundwave the jumbo burger meal, and Megatron the cutesy parfait, all three of you enjoying your items
Maid!Waitress*Saw that and thinks of that one meme*"Moe gap..."
OH OH CAN WE HAVE THE HELEX VERSION OF LATEST TARN FIC?? I bet he'd fill up the reader like a Twinkie..
18+ drabble, minors dni — under the cut
sorry this isn’t a full fic, writer’s block is starting to get me LOL. based on this fic
“Boss says it’s fine,” Helex says as he bends over your body, pressing his hot chassis against your back. He grinds his hips, dragging his spike between your legs against your clit. You mewl, wanting to deny him, but knowing you need it.
Tarn is your conjunx, and you want to be with him right now. You want him to be the one to rid you of the lustful urges that the aphrodisiac has left you with. But he won’t be back for a few more days, and you’re not sure you can hold out for that much longer. Besides, beggars can’t be choosers.
Helex is humping against you, the spike in your EM field has caused him to experience a kind of intoxication all on his own. Who knew humans and their pheromones could have such an effect on these mechs?
“How generous of Tarn to offer me up like that,” you whimper, on the brink of relenting. If Helex fucks you, how many will that be now? Tarn, Megatron, and Overlord have all had their turns with you. But you’re meant to be Tarn’s only.
“Won’t do it if you really don’t want me to,” Helex says hastily, eros clouding his processor and clogging up his files.
You drop your head in defeat, making an annoyed sound as you realise this is your only option. Masturbation has provided very little relief for you, and you think you’re about to go insane if you don’t get fucked senseless.
“Do it,” you say quietly, almost frustrated that you’ve have to relent to your base urges.
“Thank Primus,” Helex rejoices, pulling his hips back to align the head of his spike with your hole. Your eyes flutter shut as the heat of him radiates over your lower half, and you swear to fuck if he doesn’t just fuck you alre—
You scream out as Helex bullies past your entrance, acquainting himself with your needy sex. He spreads you out to an obscene degree, his spike is the thickest you’ve ever taken. He even puts the Mighty Megatron to shame, if anyone could believe that.
He adopts a maddening pace right off the bat, hammering his powerful hips against your sore, worked up body. The string of moans that leaves you is impressive, finally having a modicum of relief after two solid days of fruitlessly toying with yourself. All you needed was to be stuffed with a fat spike.
Your mouth drops open, drool already starting to pool over your bottom lip. You pant desperately, your thirst never being quenched. You’re experiencing hot flushes, your skin is boiling to the touch, and Helex’s smelting chamber isn’t doing much to mitigate that.
Your hair sticks to your sweaty skin, and the juices leaking from your core are the only cooling element on your entire body. Your aching core hungers for him, swallowing him like a ravenous beast who hasn’t eaten for weeks. Helex grunts and groans in your ear, elated to finally be one with you. The energy that’s been radiating out of this room has been sending Helex mad, practically salivating and growling as he had to resist the powerful temptation to rip the bedroom door open and fuck you until you pass out.
When Tarn informed them that he wouldn’t be able to come back early, and that Helex was allowed on this one occasion to indulge himself in Tarn’s precious lover, he thanked his lucky stars. He’d never cross that line, and he was always going to make sure every party consented, but he truly wasn’t sure how much more he could take.
“Helex!” You whine as tears well up over your waterline. He’s destroying your poor cunt, and you’re glad that Tarn will still be gone for another few days. You’ll definitely need that time to recover, and knowing Tarn, he’ll come in and rip your clothes off within minutes of being back.
“I see why the boss loves you so much,” Helex utters through a vent, “You feel sensational.”
Hot tears pour down your flushed cheeks, your fingers tighten around the pillow as you take everything he gives you. You cannot believe how big he is, it’s genuinely absurd.
scenario: a group of psychopaths unwittingly become parents to an abandoned newly built found under mysterious circumstance
note: this is kinda short, i have a longer chapter in the works but i haven't been able to post for this story in a while and i really wanted to. this is more like a filler chapter to kind of set up everyone's personalities. some more light-hearted comedy.
prev: part 4 next: ---- start: part 1
CONSEQUENCES FOR IMPROPER HANDLING
summary: Helex brings you to the rest of them, only for the team to end up with a harsh scolding about how to properly hold a newly-built.
"What?" His tone is low, dangerous, almost daring when he says it--- its not even a question, its a statement because Tarn is convinced now that nothing can go right in his life.
But this does not scare Nickel, not in the slightest. She continues to look up at him, rather confused. Was she hearing this right or was Tarn trying to threaten her? Whats up with that tone? She raises an optical ridge, look at him dead in the optics with a boldness the others could only dream of mustering up in the presence of Tarn. She had a feeling he would take it badly but she’s prepared to deal with him.
“Are your audials glitching?” The medic asks, servos on her hip-struts as her optics narrow at the purple mech in front of her. “I said that there might be a chance the kid doesn’t understand what we’re saying.” She repeats herself flatly as Tarn takes in a deep in-vent.
His dream of an eternally loyal Decepticon might have to wait because his plans keep getting hit with one wall after another, continuously and its barely been a day since the sparkling has been on-board the Peaceful Tyranny. Within that time, the little thing has managed to nearly die on Nickel’s operating table, get lost in the hallways and now he’s being told that there is a chance that you might be functionally mute. How are they going to figure out your name? Do you even have one? How are they going to figure out the mystery behind, in Helex’s words, “the deadbeat slagger” who left you on Clemency?
Will they ever figure it out?
Slag it all, do you even remember how you ended up there?
Tarn can’t do anything other than take a deep in-vent, trying to make sure he doesn’t actually lose it because so far, the ‘sparkling ordeal’ has been agitating. He’s trying his hardest not to get angry… Nickel had specifically warned him about his Nuke dosage exceeding safe levels, an outburst would prove her right. He does not want that… its the last thing he needs to add to his many, many on-going pains.
“Then… how will we manage to get it to talk?” His tone is tired, accepting of his fate as he asks Nickel. She stops to think for a moment.
“Teach them.” She replies, the answer is obvious. Tarn lets out a heavy ex-vent, the situation is ironic in a cruel way— For once, Nickel lacks foresight and Tarn seems to be more considerate.
“You know that won’t work if we tried.”
“I doubt that.”
“Please, Kaon has been trying to teach Vos Neocybex for ages and the only words he’s picked up on so far are profanities.” they never should’ve taken the sparkling in, Tarn feels; had he known the pains of parenthood mentoring earlier…
“...true.”
Suddenly, Tarn has his comms connect live to Helex. Of course he went directly to the audio function instead of text, Tarn rarely opens the text channels and looking at the current 256+ unread messages, Tarn is glad he doesn’t but a part of him wants to beat the sparks out of them for wasting their time like that… they should be prioritizing their current mission! Not-
“Helex, reporting.” Tarn’s train of thought is cut off by the smelter’s gravelly voice.
“Speak.” The usual commanding tone returns to his voice, hiding the disappointment from the news he’d learnt moments prior.
“I found the kid.” Helex responds flatly. For a smelter, he had a more icy and cold stoic presence than anything, it reflects in the way he speaks sometimes. But finally, Tarn had real good news.
“Good work Helex. Return to the main hall… And I suggest you stay away from the text channel. For your safety.” Tarn cuts off the commlink and opens the text channel and he can see that once again, there’s some or the other petty argument unravelling within the confines of the channel. Sometimes he wanted to maul his team. The momentary joy he had from the good news is replace with a much more sour mood.
“Nickel, I need you to disable your audials for a moment.” Nickel has been with the DJD long enough to know that what Tarn said was a warning and she also knew what he was about to do, those sorry sods… She sighs and shuts off her audials, disabling them.
Tarn takes a moment to clear his voice.
“If you insolent fools care to know, Helex has managed to locate the sparkling unlike you torpid space-slugs. Return to the main hall immediately.” His voice goes dangerously low, soft as ever with his outlier abilities packaged in a voice note for the remaining team. All typing ceases and the channel goes dead. Good, Tarn thinks. He doesn’t even bother reading the messages prior.
However, the moment Tarn goes offline from the chat…
Kaon__:: Torpid space-slugs is a new one
Tesarus__:: Unnecessary.
Vos__:: i am goyng to kil elx
Elsewhere, Helex has managed to keep you relatively… not stubborn so far because you’re mindlessly munching your spark away on treats, you’re probably not thinking about anything else right now, thankfully. Though its coming at the cost of his snacks, Helex can live with this just fine. He can get go get some more back at his usual go-to energon stand… and maybe bring you along with him for taste testing. The giant smelter continues to think as his pedes thump against the ground loudly with each step, carrying you in his servos like you’re fine-china and he’s a reckless bull, he just doesn’t trust himself enough to not break something on your frame by pure accident. After he had managed to get you off of him, Helex immediately notified Tarn that he’s managed to locate and capture you and so Tarn said that they should all be at the main hall for a more proper introduction. Whatever the frag that means.
Helex stayed off from the text channel the moment Tarn said what he said, he knew what awaited him and didn’t bother even checking it out. Thinking about it… Helex probably should’ve told all of them instead of just Tarn….
Meanwhile, Tarn is speaking to Nickel about something Vos could really not care about in the slightest. He’s still wondering why they can’t throw away the little bot. The solution is right in front of them! Why can’t his fellow Decepticons see it the way he does? His spark still feels strange from that dose of ‘The Voice’... When Vos gets his hands on that overgrown furnace…! He didn’t even have the decency to let everyone else know first!
As Helex approaches the main hall, the other who were already there, waiting in silence, look at the sight before them…
Vos doubles down in laughter, it sounds like a screech almost, a cackle filled with amusement but its painful to the audials, perhaps maybe almost as much as Tarn’s outlier ability with the was Tesarus jumps at the sudden noise and Kaon chuckles. All of Vos’ prior animosity towards Helex is temporarily sated by how he’s carrying you as if you’ve got the Rust Plague or maybe even radiation sickness, Helex holds you by your pede with you dangling down as you gnaw on the last energon cube sacrificed to you. For some reason, you’re surprisingly pliant like this despite what anyone would’ve thought, maybe its because you have no thoughts… just enjoying Helex’s premium energon. His servo are out-stretched, holding you by the pedes far away from his frame. The size difference is comical, his one servo wraps around both your pedes and then some. It does nothing to help Vos.
“I found them in a vent. The thing can climb, clawed its way up.” Helex replies, seeing nothing wrong with the way he’s held you.
“...” Tarn has nothing to say, he just goes silent as Helex approaches him. You seem to occupied with your fuel to really care, not even a beat of acknowledgement. It confuses & surprises Tarn. You definitely were… unique in a way. Not so much like the usual whiny, crying sparkling he thought you would be. More keen, observant; you have a good intuition. You knew he was dangerous without even knowing anything about him or his team. A strong survival instinct, its a good sign of a soon to be Decepticon. Not to mention you can pull up your weight like that in order to climb. Your potential is undeniable. "Good work Helex."
“That's… impressive for its size.” Kaon mumbles as Tarn realizes there’s claw marks on the walls of his pristine ship and it won’t be easy to clean up, wonderful. Vos’ laughter dies down and the climbing detail registers in his processor, the fact that you can go through the vents means there’s a chance he might lose his go-to substitute corridor… just great.
“YOU BAG OF BOLTS, YOU AREN’T SUPPOSED TO HOLD A KID LIKE THAT!!! GOOD WORK MY AFT.”
It seems Helex can’t do anything right because a very sour Nickel approaches him with a frown so deep, you might think it was trying to dig through the floor of the ship. The sheer aura of a pissed-off Nickel makes everyone turn to look at the minibot as if she were the God of Wrath itself, a glare so hard that would make even the toughest crack into pieces like a glass vase and Tarn wants none of that, he steps away from Helex like its instinct to make way for the medic. No one knows if Vos has an intake behind his face-guard but if he does, he would’ve been smiling wide, gleefully. Helex’s shoulders sulk knowing what's to come. She was so loud that it knocked you out of your trance with the taste of real refined energon and you realize who’s around you.
Oh no.
It was something both you and Helex had registered in your processors.
He took you to them! Of course you couldn’t trust the big bot with lines on his faceplates! You flash a look of betrayal and distress of Helex who fails to pick it up with the looming threat of a angered Nickel. There’s an almost sympathetic look from Tarn as he’s moving away to mind his own business.
“Tess, hold them.” Helex gently hands you over to Tesarus who seemed to know the ‘right’ way to hold a sparkling. Dammit. Helex was hoping he’d mess up so it wouldn’t just be him having to deal with Nickel’s long tirade's.
May Primus have mercy on Helex.
The aftermath was Nickel having to teach all five of them how to hold a newly-built properly, very angrily.
Notes: I don't care HOW popular he is or isn't I just want to BANG him !!
Content/warnings: The DJD, overstimulation, pussy eating, human x Cybertronian(s), spitroasting w/ Tesarus mentioned, dubcon? , Helex is kinda mean.
Word count: 285
You're not entirely sure how many orgasms you're at now- Brain turned an incohesive mush that slips out of your fingers with every flick and stroke of Helex's glossa. It started as prep for his spike- Trying to use the heat that radiated from his frame to help relax your muscles- Turned into him deciding he'd rather just have you writhe as he slowly pulls you apart with his intake.
Servos keep you still; two on your thighs to keep them cracked open for his head, another capturing your wrists and the last cradling the back of your skull and neck, forcing you to look him in the optics when you try to shy away.
Helex purrs when you buck against his faceplate, glossa retreating from your achy, lubricant-slick cunt with a final teasing drag of it against your clit that has you sobbing out a fucked out slur of gibberish. His derma mash into your lips, and you're flooded with the taste of yourself that's almost enough to distract you from the sound of retracting panels, followed by his spike slotting itself between your thighs and resting against your sex.
You're taken worse, and a lot more, thanks to Helex's habit of sharing with Tesarus and the two of them spitroasting you, but doesn't change the fact your legs won't stop shaking, or that you can tell you're definitely going to be sore later, and as big of a sadist as Helex is, he knows you have a limit you're nearing. So, he pauses there. Digits drumming against your thigh and allowing you to go limp as he releases your wrists without much word, spike twitching and biolights cycling between various shades of purple.
A thought just came to my mind of what if the DJD came across a human that regenerated? Like they tried killing them in every way possible and the human is just. Still there. They humans over here cackling while getting shocked by Kaon because they thought of something funny. Just some silly little shenanigans with an immortal human who also happens to be petty and insufferable :)
On a side note reading ur name felt like catching the familiar scent of something nostalgic bc that’s what I named my favorite doll when I was younger
Decepticon Justice Division [MTMTE]
In which the DJD finds a human far, far away from their planet, that they just cannot seem to kill.
Reader is: Gender Neutral | Human | Unaligned.
No matter how brutal, how totally destroyed you are, even to the atom, you will slowly repair your body
It's your hellish eternity, and you feel every part of it, but it is your reality
It wasn't that bad when you first started; you knew you could handle the destruction of being without air, so you took to space where fewer harms could come your way
Or so you thought
Everything changed when you ended up thrown into the war between the Cybertronians, facing chemical agents that'd dissolve your skin, pierce your links, and disintegrate you
But worst of all was when the Decepticon Justice Division found you, specifically Vos
The one you learned to be a scientist was nothing but a sadistic organic-hater that made sure every mix of elements was tested on your stomach, sliced open for display
They all took joy in your pain and even more in your predicament
It was your worst nightmare and their wet dream
Well, it would be bad if you hadn't long since rewired your pain sensory areas into a dead-ended lump in your brain
The worst you got was splitting headaches, but those were nothing compared to what you'd faced
As Vos cuts you open for the thousandth time, as Kaon shocks you with his new highest voltage, you could only crack a smile
Oh yes, these people took such good care of you; they were always pushing you towards improvement, always testing your limits
Some don't mind it, but others, like Kaon, it infuriates him
How many times could you recall being strapped to his chair, shocked till he had no juice left as he tried to convince himself he could outdo your little tricks
And yet, nothing
They keep you because you're a fun toy, and Vos 'claims' his ownership of you, and you'll stay their experimental toy
You're just as much of a psychopath as them, if not worse, so you'll fit right in with the circus of freaks as their first-ever masochist
Author's Note - That is such a specific thing to say about my name but also so sweet and so me-core your'e amazing! Thank you for telling me!!!
Hi, could you do a DJD headcanon for a human reader, like they were just gonna take it as hostage but eventually became a honorary crew.
i love this trope for the djd lmao
honorary djd human
they weren't sure how, why, or when the change happened
one day you sat in a cage for an animal, and now you're atop tesarus's shoulder while you argue about human reality tv
nickel is by far having the hardest time with this change. she despises humans, more so than the usual decepticon hatred towards humanity, and for good reason honestly
nickel will never go out of her way to talk to you, but she at least tolerates your presence and refrains from ripping you limb from limb. call it a win
she does, VERY reluctantly learn human anatomy and medicine at the request of the crew (she wasn't going to until tarn got involved)
speaking of tarn, he is also handling it very poorly. he's conflicted. on one servo, he strangely enjoys the alien presence. his world has been opened to a variety of music and literature he would have NEVER willingly exposed himself to before. on the other servo, he's a decepticon. not just a decepticon, he is the leader of the decepticon justice division.
tarn will act like letting you free on the ship was his call, just to feel like he has control over you, as if it wasn't because helex wanted a mascot, tes got bored, and kaon thought you would be a cute new pet
kaon treats the human like a pet that can talk, not like a sentient being with autonomy over themself. he really just sees you as a friend for the pet, just a little smarter
from an outside perspective, it seems that vos has the same mindset as kaon. then again, no one ever really knows what's going on in vos's little head
in the start, vos found fun in tormenting you. dragging you into the vents and watch you get lost and terrified, throwing you around, just generally terrifying you.
then, when he got bored with that, and had some realisations surrounding his past and your situation, it turned more into a morbid curiosity
but now you're no better than him. the vents are your domain
helex and you have kind of a.. strained relationship
he was banned from interacting with you when you were still caged. he kept threatening to eat you. the others thought it was just to scare you, until he actually tried
so yeah, that's still on your mind
helex is probably the freakiest of the whole djd, in both meanings of the word. he will not stop trying to weird you out, but depending on your reactions, he might warm up to you
once you said you were cold so he threw you in his smelter on a low setting. you still freaked the fuck out bc you thought you were going to die
nickel thought it was hilarious, kaon was pissed that helex stressed out his little pet
i'm definitely biased because tesarus is my favourite, but you and tes get along like a house fire.
his previous interactions with human media give him more understanding of your references you might bring up
you are the only one allowed in tesarus's room. it is filled with cutesy plushies, posters, and human media references, he will die before the rest of the djd finds out.
given you are human, he feels safer revealing this to you
he will kick your ass at mario kart, don't fucking test him
hello!! i was wondering if i could request some Kaon x Reader headcanons?? :D
Hello! Oh my god yes of course, esp for my first ever Kaon ask!! I’m going to answer this with the assumption of a decepticon mech!Reader if you don’t mind.
Kaon x Reader Headcannons
Attracting the attention of the DJD incurred nothing short of mortal terror.
Your squad kicked you out, locked the door and huddled in a prayer circle - for all that would help - as the infamous ship roared through the atmosphere to land close by, the radio crackling with your name.
You accepted Kaon’s... interest with the glares of the other DJD burning into the back of your helm and the sense that your spark would sear it’s way out of your throat if you didn’t swallow it back down.
Kaon doesn’t take up nearly as much space as his teammates, but that doesn’t mean his presence doesn’t fill the corridors you tiptoe through. Static crackles over your plating, and the ships cameras all turn to focus on you as you walk by.
You thought he was blind, but it becomes increasingly clear that just because his sockets are empty that doesn’t mean he can’t see.
All cycle he watches you through every camera on the peaceful tyranny. He’s got you in 3 angles at minimum all day, idly trying to decide which looks best on you.
He’s memorised the sound of your footsteps through the ship, and the way sound bounces pleasantly off your clamped plating, his echolocation delightedly accurate enough to see how you flinch.
You had to adapt. And as part of that adaption – you do not. EVER. Think about the pet. Don’t ask about it. Don’t look at it. Grit your teeth and smile when Kaon insists you three go on walkies together and makes you give it organs as treats.
Tarn, ever mindful of his crew, noticed your reciprocation was’t exactly...enthusiastic. And took to humming *almost* at the frequency of your spark to jog things along.
So you panicked and grabbed Kaon’s hand when he absolutely was not expecting you to.
You came online again with half your circuits fried and Kaon himself in an apologetic meltdown over Nickles unimpressed face. Dimly, something in your brain clicked as you watch the eyeless mech hover frantically, his usual collected air discarded.
He blushes with static.
Like you can steel yourself, walk by, smile in his direction and say something sweet and he’s just so loaded with static that the next person to walk by as to flatten themselves against the wall to avoid his coils.
This, uh, also has the side effect of making him Very Touchy.
He can control his voltage if he’s initiating- he’s not a grabber, but is prone to deft little strokes of his fingers as you pass by, a lighthanded squeeze, idly mapping where he knows the circuits and lines are under your plating, and you’re ashamed at how you squeak each time it happens, and at how his lips curve into a self satisfied smile every time.
This should not be attractive. You’ve been here too long.
Congratulations, you’ve adapted.
FYI – Wireplay hits different with someone who channels electricity and has ‘torture’ as a profession. Just saying.
