Just woke up and thanks for answering my ask!! (The prev one,,) May I request yandere idw elita-1 or kaon... I love my two evil wives...
Sorry if it's too much 😭😭; Love your art and take care of yourself!!
HII ANOOON omg i'm sorry it took so long to get to your request due to my motivation dying oufff🥹.. i hope you like it!! 🤍
Once kaon gets you, he'll so treat you like you're made of glass, always speaking in a tone he'd use on The Pet too, soothing you when you have some rather emotional moments, conviced that you'd just need some time to adjust.. but he'd reward you generously too when you behave nicely!
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..."
scenario: a group of psychopaths unwittingly become parents to an abandoned newly built found in mysterious circumstance
warnings: this started off as a crackfic series i took too seriously. found family, may get more gory in the future, reader is a child. remember, the DJD is their own warning.
note: this may be slightly OOC, forgive me! also, Vos' dialogue is in a different font to convey the use of Primal Vernacular. this will start off as a coherent story and then diverge into headcanons and 'what-if' scenarios with multiple possible endings.
next: part 2
DISCOVERING A LITTLE FELLA
summary: how they found you
The air is thick on the surface of Clemency. Before Tarn is a vast battlefield abandoned, rusting frames of thousands of Decepticons lie scattered across the horizon, remaining in their position almost like immortalized statues of the destruction this war has caused. Poetically ironic given it's the moment where they approached the end of their mortal lives that have been mostly preserved, the rust only beginning to gnaw into their internal systems. Tarn is filled with a sense of melancholy, almost. How far the war has gone. He will admit though, the view is pretty wonderful despite the dark, dusk atmosphere.
Had their soldiers been stronger, maybe this wouldn't have gone for as long as it had. It's almost an apathetic view but Tarn believes that's the truth. The air feels almost heavy with the weight of this 'necessary' cost of war as he takes in the sombre sight.
“And that's another one.” Kaon mutters, another name crossed off The List. Some cowardly deserter really thought he could hide in the ruins of the battle he ran from. How shameless. Kaon sighs out as he goes through The List, datapad in servo; Helex and Tesarus are chatting off and Vos seems to be interested in the desecrated corpses of their own. Probably for his dissection table, no doubt. Tarn doesn't care, he continues to stare into the horizon. Pondering the future of the Decepticon Cause when a loud scream erupts from where Vos was digging around for organs, the sharpness of which startled them all, Tarn included.
He’s slightly annoyed and all of them immediately walk over to Vos who looks terrified.
“What are you screaming for?” Tarn scowls, the last thing he wanted was one of his own unit members to scream like cowards. Vos points at the pile of bodies uncharacteristically terrified, his crimson optics widened as he rambles out in Primal Vernacular. Despite the faceguard, the distress was apparent from his optics alone.
Offline frames are supposed to stay immobile. This was not a normal reaction from Vos. A small purple glow emanates from Tarn’s fusion cannon as it loads just in case, better safe than sorry. Though, he seriously doubts it's worth their concern.
“It could be just a scraplet.” Helex frowns, Vos’ reaction seems out of proportion and Tesarus nods in agreement. They always warn Vos that there's going to be scraplets… Vos stiffens a little, slightly offended as he turns to face Helex because he's more than well aware that it's a jab at him. Last time, Vos had one stuck inside his systems. It was not very pleasant for him and the team to say the least. Tarn shoots a nasty glare at Vos through the slits of his mask at the memory. He swears, sometimes his team was just reckless and silly despite being infamous mass murderers.
Kaon scans for any signals that indicate spark signatures other than the five of theirs and… there's a spark signature, faint but present. Originating from the pile of bodies Vos yelped from.
“Actually, there's a spark signature.” Kaon wastes no time in informing Tarn who's somewhat surprised beneath the mask. How does one manage to get themselves stuck beneath a literal stack of dead bodies?
Soon enough, Helex and Tesarus are working on moving partially rusted frames from the heap of bodies like they weighed nothing, with heavy distaste as their servos come in contact with dried up energon, they preferred it fresh and warm; much better to feel. Tarn scans thoroughly, perhaps, there could've been another cowardly traitor that had joined alongside the now offline Runamuck.
But what Tarn sees shocks him and the others. There it is, a small little frame. The poor thing looks crushed. A tiny Decepticon insignia on its erratically heaving chassis. Helex and Tesarus stop hauling away offline, partially rusted frames. They would feel relieved at the prospect of not having to get anymore rust flakes on their frames but they too are very stunned, not expecting to see a newly-built of all things stuck under the rubble of offline frames in an abandoned Decepticon graveyard.
All of them exchange glances while the little one lets out shallow vents, as if the poor thing was compressed. Tarn looks at the tiny purple insignia once again and is reminded that this little one is a Decepticon. Not a deserter or a traitor. A tiny little thing that's somehow just surviving… likely, all by itself… out here… in a desolate battlefield scattered with offline frames… His faceplates soften a little, for the first time in forever, beneath his mask as he stares deep in thought at the little Decepticon.
For the first time, the DJD has no clue on what to do. Kindness was not something they professed. But they had a sense of duty, being Decepticons; to ensure the future of their Cause. They all look at Tarn for any idea on what to do, but even he, deep down, is unsure. But the strength of the Decepticons lies in its internal administration and what good is the internal administration if it ignores the cries of those who would carry its future?
This was not merely an issue of pragmatism. It would reflect the Decepticons as a whole, or so Tarn feels.
“...we need Nickel.”
Immediately, all five of them move towards their ship, The Peacefully Tyranny. Helex holds the newly-built, trying to be as careful as he can but that proves to be a challenge for the far from gentle giant as he walks, the other four DJD members crowded alongside him. Looking at the heaving sparkling with uncertainty, curiosity and even a bit of worry. These psychopaths never have really been in a situation like this, let alone been near a sparkling. Kaon faintly remembers speaking to a few in idle playful chatter before the war, Tesarus can count the number of newly-builts he's seen on one servo and Vos has never seen one, period. Their optics are fixated on the little thing in Helex’s servos, his lower, smaller pair of servos holding onto the little one as well; Helex fears he might crush the thing. They look fascinated; curious optics in awe at how frail new life was. All but Tarn, who is not accustomed to the uncertain conflict that rages on in his processor.
“How did it even get itself in there…?” Kaon mumbles to himself, musing about how such a frail little thing could've possibly ever ended up under a pile of bodies.
Vos thinks that the newly-built may have felt their presence and so, could have taken refuge that ended up being inconvenient for the little thing.
“Who cares about that? We need to make sure this little thing isn't going to offline on us.” Tesarus mutters, looking at the sparkling. Their plates rattling as it tries to vent properly. Helex can feel how warm its little frame is, frowning a bit and speeds up his pace, the others having no issue catching up.
Meanwhile, Tarn is lost in his own thoughts. The sparkling is Decepticon manufactured. He can see the serial number painted on its tiny frame and the little purple badge on its chassis. He might’ve found it oddly cute in a different circumstance, perhaps. But the questions swirl in his helm.
How in the name of all things Decepticon did a newly built find themselves on Clemency? An abandoned battlefield. There's nothing more than death here. How did it survive for so long? What did it even fuel on? How old was it? More importantly, how did it live with such a tiny little frame…? It's so fragile! Tarn barely remembers back when he was fresh off the manufacturing unit. Was he once this pathetic too? The thought is almost alien to the leader of the DJD.
The thoughts continue to whirl in all of their processors as they finally make it to the entrance rampway of The Peaceful Tyranny, moving towards the medbay in haste. Vos and Kaon continue to theorize about what could've possibly happened. Tesarus looks a bit worried, this isn't the usual routine after all. The three of them stand outside the medbay for now. They peep in and watch, listening closely. Helex meanwhile, stands in the medbay with Tarn as they watch Nickel examine the clearly injured newly built.
Now that neither of them were carrying it, they've come to realize that the sparkling is actually… a tad bit taller than Nickel. Vos probably would've said something snarky about it and Helex definitely would’ve chuckled but neither chooses to comment from where they stood, the air filled with tension.
“You know, you guys bringing back a newly built is the last slagging thing I could've ever expected…” The foul mouthed medic mutters out as she expertly works on the little one's small frame. The little one lays on one of the medical berths as Nickel moves with calculated precision, having to use a stool to really see past the berth in order to work. Helex and Tarn look at each other momentarily. All of them are very well aware of the irony of the situation, they were the last mechs that should be allowed near a sparkling.
“Yes but that… thing is one of us.” Tarn isn't sure what to call it as he points at the tiny purple insignia, Helex merely nods in agreement, lacking anything to add on. Nickel stifles an amused laugh at the way Tarn calls a sparkling as a ‘thing’, still focused on the soldering. A master of multitasking. She wonders how she got along with just out-of-touch and downright insane mechs sometimes.
“Yeah, they've got all the trade marks from a standard Decepticon manufacture unit.” Nickel replies, optical ridges furrowing slightly as she words to untangle wires and fix a clogged ventilation system. Such high unnatural frame temperatures were a standard sign of it and considering the poor thing was beneath literal corpses, Nickel is damn sure the kid probably is infected with a virus after all, they don't exactly give firewall updates on Clemency. “...including the bugs.” She mutters out to herself, making sure neither of them heard that but Tarn raises an optical ridge beneath his mask; however, before he could question her by what she meant, a thought strikes Nickel.
“...what are you guys going to do after they wake up?” She asks, looking at the two of them and… Tarn freezes for a moment, what he was about to ask hitting a screeching halt and Helex stiffens. This truly was something he had no idea on what to do. It would appear neither of the DJD had any foresight on what to do next. Helex looks at Tarn, understandable since he is their leader but Tarn does not dare to look back at all. Infact, he wishes Helex wouldn't look at him for this.
“That… will be decided shortly.” Tarn leaves the medbay, signalling Helex to follow. Nickel shrugs and goes back to repairs, the sparkling letting out a sound almost akin to a glitchy cough. Poor thing, Nickel feels. Sighing out words of comfort, she can see the terror in their optics.
“We need to make a decision about the sparkling, now.” Tarn would've unanimously taken a choice himself but… he honestly has no clue what to do here. The urgency is present in his tone as all the other three perk their helms up to Tarn, Helex standing nearby him.
“I say we drop them off at the nearest training facility.” Tesarus says, it is a rather logical choice but…
“The nearest MTO facility is lightyears away and if we go that far, we'll lose our trail on Overlord.” Kaon frowns as he speaks. Flickers of annoyance are hidden beneath Tarn's mask at the mention of that wretched designation.
Vos adds onto Kaon's point. Overlord was a high priority target, they were all aware of that.
“Agreed. But it's not like the DJD can keep a sparkling on board.” Helex huffs, optics narrowing slightly at Kaon. Keeping a kid onboard the The Peaceful Tyranny was a stupid idea. Newly-builts are curious and none of the rooms on their ship are exactly suitable for the little one. Not only that but it's not typical of their reputations to keep a sparkling onboard.
“Are you saying we should risk the possibility of finally getting Overlord for the wellbeing of a sparkling?” Kaon raises an optical ridge, questioning Helex who now has second thoughts on what he had said.
“...fair point.” Helex mutters out. Vos who went silent voices his opinion, his red optics brightening a bit as he finally gets an idea on what to do with their new problem.
Vos says, feeling rather proud of himself for racking his processor up for that idea. Helex, Kaon and Tesarus look down at Vos; faceplates in disapproval. But at the same time… something stops them. They can't really put a digit on it either.
“Normally, if it were any other mech…” Kaon mutters out. The others clearly didn't expect a response like that but it wasn't exactly unwelcome. Though, they were disappointed that neither of them thought of such an easy solution.
“In the usual case, yes…” Helex replies, this was not the usual case after all.
“Maybe if it were an Autobot sparkling…” Tesarus mumbles, in thought.
“We could just reprogram it into a Decepticon then.” Kaon sighs, why waste an opportunity to get a new addition like that? Tesarus looks over at Kaon, murmuring out that usual saying; "Once an Autobot, always an Autobot.".
Vos, despite the faceguard, is very clearly frowning, rather agitated by the fruitlessness of this discussion with his peers and even more so, unable to understand why they feel obligated towards a random sparkling they found in the middle of nowhere on Clemency. Crimson optics narrowing a little. They're the DJD! They commit atrocities! It's literally their job too! Why must they tolerate something which gets in the way of completing their sworn, near divine duties?
“Because that sparkling is a Decepticon. It isn't a traitor. It's probably too young to even know what counts as treachery. We are the Justice Division. What Justice is there in killing one of our own simply because of their presence being a mild inconvenience?” Tesarus retorts. Vos looks down for a moment, not wanting to admit that Tesarus had a very good point there. They were cruel, they were the DJD but that cruelty was supposed to be reserved to those who truly deserved it. They all go silent for a moment, they've discussed enough amongst themselves now. They turn to Tarn as their final beacon of… not hope, Tarn never gave hope but their beacon of ‘knowing what the frag to do right now’.
Tarn thinks hard about all the points they have presented. All of their helms glued on him. As their leader, he's the one that gets the finalizing vote. The sparkling should probably go with more… sane bots but then, they'd risk losing track of Overlord. They can't kill a sparkling. Megatron did give strict orders not to involve themselves with those not on The List and as far as Tarn was concerned, newly-builts never showed up on The List. But… if they kept the sparkling, they could perhaps raise a strong Decepticon… After all, it survived on the wastelands of Clemency all by its lonesome without hardly any weapons other than the tiny handgun blaster that's out of charge that they found clenched so tightly in its little servos. Anticipation floods the air as he continues to think.
The idea of moulding a Decepticon… an eternally loyal Decepticon…
There is a lot of appeal to that prospect.
“The sparkling is to stay.” Tarn sighs out, making a decision everyone seems to have mixed opinions on. Kaon seems slightly pleased, Vos let's out a frustrated groan, Tesarus looks as unsure as ever and Helex is... well, he's rather indifferent to it.
But the real issue was informing their wonderful medic about this...
the fanon term is ‘sparkling’ but in the comics, they mainly use ‘newly-built’ for freshly made Cybertronians so i’ll be switching between the two but i’ll mainly use the canon comic term. also, reader is not a baby. i think it makes more sense for newly builts to be smaller but able to walk immediately when they are made since they are Cybertronians. though, i feel like other functions like transforming are slowly learnt.
also, most transformers start off with mentor figures which i believe are similar to parents for humans.
Offering some comic panels in return for some Kaon??? 🫴
Sure! 🔞 Mass displaced mech 🌶️ I can see him being a bit like Mirage about wanting to fuss over and pamper his human
Darling
Kaon x Reader
• Plating still damp from the washracks after helping do his part to bring justice to another traitor on the list, he studies his servos to make sure there’s no energon left in the joints, because he can’t stand the thought of soiling you with filth like that. Letting himself into his habsuite, his black optics slide over his berth until he finds you sitting among your things, running a brush through your hair. And you’ve dressed up for him, wearing that soft, loose covering that hangs open in the middle to show scandalous hints of warm skin. Lovely, delicate things that you insist don’t suit you at all, but you wear for him all the same. Spike stirring when you smile up at him, he secures the door.
• He’s back, the inky pools of his optics almost hypnotic as his head tips and you shift slightly, leaning onto your hip to show off the silly, lace garter belt you’d found in his latest haul from Swindle. Knowing he likes that sort of thing as he rumbles softly. While you wish he’d let you go with him so you could have some input in what you get, you’re pretty sure he wouldn’t be happy with your tastes in clothes considering the romantic, soft outfits he likes to put you in. “Look how sweet you are,” he whispers, using a big servo to tip your chin up and you hear his internal systems hum when you ease back, the silk robe splitting open to reveal more skin.
• Thighs closed, the way you’re sitting is hiding most of your secrets from him almost like you’re shy. Even though he’s claimed you more than once, the guilt of sullying you warring with his hunger every time. Part of him tempted to never interface with you, keep you sweet and innocent, but those noises you make when he’s inside you? “Did you miss me?” He growls softly, the back of a servo skimming up your leg. Needs to hear it as his fans click on when you ease back and he splays a hand on the berth beside you, looming over you. Hungry.
• “Always,” you whisper because it’s what he wants. Loves you to be dramatic when he leaves, to cry and beg him to stay, and to shower him with affection given freely without him having to ask. Playing along keeps him smiling and happy. And he’s much easier to deal with if you play his games. Trying to not react to the vertigo inducing discomfort of him mass shifting, his mouth covers yours as he stretches out over you, just enough of his weight on you to pin you as his spike pressurizes between your bodies and he’s rocking against you. Sometimes fucking you, but sometimes just rutting against your thighs until he overloads. Either way, he always immediately carries you to wash away the evidence of what he did. Gets upset about it.
• Wants to release inside you. To bury himself deep inside you and thrust into your silken heat until he fills you. Shouldn’t. Groaning as the head of his spike beads with slick just from grinding against your softness, those little hands cling to him like you’re giving him permission to ruin you with himself. Hears you whimper his name as you squirm under him. Begging him. He’s allowed. Just this once. He’ll clean you up after. He’s allowed. You moan as he presses inside you with a snarl, hips pumping.
• Head back against your pillows as he drives deep, thrusting urgently you know he’s going to be funny after. Always is when he allows himself to come inside you, but you’re getting used to navigating his moods and hangups. Know after he’s done, he’ll be upset with himself. That he’ll clean you up and then stretch out with his head in your lap needing you to stroke his helm and reassure him that it’s okay. That you’re his. That he can have this. “Let me, just this once,” he growls against your lips, hips surging against you. Driving you ruthlessly to the peak. And you gasp as you shatter, nails digging into the mesh inside his seams. Hear him snarling, groaning as he keeps moving until you feel the heat of his release and you hold him as he shudders against you, venting raggedly and filling you over and over as you whisper that it’s okay.
What someone is doesn't really bother him; organic or not, if you can't be killed, then he may as well enjoy your properties
You're not worth even trying to kill, not his usual way, because human fluids get really caked on, and he doesn't want to clean up stuck-on flesh
Kaon will never get over how infuriating it is that you can just...live through his strongest shocks
They don't even incapacitate you for that long; a week, and you'll be up and at it again
Instead, he's focusing on what he can do to make your life a living hell: restraints, isolation, treating you like shit
Oh well, he'll get over it eventually
Nickel hates organics a lot, so she doesn't mind watching your torture even if it does little to you mentally
But, eventually, enough is enough for her
If it's really not doing anything, and they won't get rid of you, she will put up with you
She is interested in monitoring your mental state and determining whether it can revert to its initial emotional state
Tarn just doesn't have time for these sorts of things
His voice can't control non-mechanical forms, so it's not as if he can do anything but shoot you or get creative
He's fine with keeping you around for research purposes, and of anyone, he's the least concerned with your existence so long as you don't get in the way of anything
Once his team gets bored, like they always do, he'll throw you away again
Tesarus is bothered, only because you're easy to step on, and it's extremely difficult for him to clean all the nooks and crannies of his peds
You're not that interesting, you're easy to kill and shred and take forever to put yourself back together
If you want to hang around him, fine, he'll talk if you ask the right questions, too
Vos finds you most intriguing, though that is of his scientific nature to want to study
You're also not as small compared to him, so he can really get a good look at how your flesh pulls itself back together after being torn and ripped
It's fascinating, and you've become a frequenter of his lab so he can forcefully collect samples and try to recreate the technology with Cybertronian metals
Author's Note - These guys r a little mean and evil but thats cool...thank you for requesting!
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.
