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i-starcreamed · 1 year

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Hey, I was thinking of a oneshot request for MTMTE Rodimus, Megatron, Drift, Whirl, Tarn, Shatted Glass Optimus Prime and Bayverse Ironhide with a Cybertronian S/O who can transform into a weapon (and it depends on what weapon she turns to, depending on who the character she is with). I was thinking it could be a female S/O as well, to make it easier for you cause I'm aware that's a lot of characters lol. Thank you, have a good day/afternoon/night 🤗

Part 2 of this request

MTMTE Whirl x Cybertronian!reader

this one ended up longer than I thought LOL

Whirl is immediately thrilled to have such a cool partner. At first he was distrustful of you, as usual, and even challenged you to a brawl for no reason. All you were doing was having a small drink at Swerve's, chatting and laughing with a couple of other bots. It was about your second or third time showing up at the bar, you found it quite easy to make friends here. Now, Whirl wasn't particularly interested in you when you first arrived on the Lost Light. Nothing unusual, you were just another bot, right? And yet like many others, after seeing you a couple of times he just couldn't figure out your alt-mode. Were you on the LL for no absolute reason and just another has-been?

And so he did the most logical thing, he suddenly marched up to you and said something like, "c-mere!" So...you did the most logical thing as well. Despite the mechs holding both Whirl and you back, you managed to transform and fire in a split second before you hit the ground.

Despite having a gaping hole in his chassis (nothing fatal, don't worry) he never left you alone after that.

It's been a while since the two of you have been together now, to the surprise of many and others simply said you were meant for each other. So it came to the point where you could trust him as the one to handle your alt-mode.

"You sure this won't uh, blast my arm off or something?"

"I'm not sure, actually, but we'll find out." Anyone who was unfamiliar with you two would wonder why Whirl was talking to a talking blaster that was bigger than the size of his clawed servos, but luckily you were alone. This was the first time either of you had done this, it startled the both of you when you transformed and magically clipped onto Whirl's arm like a built-in blaster meant just for him. Unexpected, but convenient.

"Ready?"

"Re-"

He fired and the both of you went flying backward into the wall. The blast didn't hit the desired target and instead a bit above it, creating a burnt mark on the metal walls. Meanwhile, debris fell onto Whirl as he recovered from the hit, you were both sitting in a dent in the used-to-be wall.

"Whirl! Are you- are you okay?!"

You transformed back and knelt down beside him, gently shaking him by his shoulder plates. He seemed a little dazed, you always wondered how his single optic can be so expressive. He lifted his right servo a bit shakily, the same one he fired with, and placed it near your chassis.

"That was...that was hot.."

You best believe after that, you grew closer than ever. He no longer collapses at your alt-mode's recoil and he looks badass while attacking his enemies, what more could he want?

Although the mech was a little funky, you wouldn't change a thing. You snapped out of your thoughts when suddenly your surroundings went silent, you looked up at your conjunx only to meet his gaze as well. His yellow optic turned into an upside-down "u" shape and you couldn't help but smile.

MTMTE Tarn x Cybertronian!Reader

Let's head back to Issue #7, yeah? Also I can't see Tarn being in a healthy relationship but I love him just as much as others do, so I made him somewhat sane for you, anon (or I made reader just as crazy, idk)

Tarn would never admit how much he enjoyed your alt-mode and well...you in general. He does, but in his own odd ways. The mech is so accustomed to using others for his own gain, taking and taking and taking but giving only when it's beneficial to him. But you? He cherishes you the way he cherishes what he does. You would've never thought you'd be part of the DJD, much less being the literal conjunx of their leader. Yeah, you knew about all their actions but you couldn't help but hold your helm high up as you stood next to your partner, peering down at a beat-up mech as the rest of the DJD stood around him.

Black Shadow, you remembered, was quivering on the ground with most of his armor melted off, barely cooling off. But at what cost? He had already been partially melted by Helex and now it was time for you to partially do your job.

"Y/N, love. Care to assist me in teaching this traitor a lesson?"

You obliged, you transformed into the cybertronian equivalent of a circular saw with the sharpest of blades. Over time, you too had gotten your own modifications of course. More and more blades were added to your alt-mode, resulting in a ravishing and formidable torture machine. The beaten mech's optics widened, albeit weakly, knowing what was about to happen.

You thought it was sweet the way Tarn would carefully clean off the spilled energon from your blades every time you were finished with a traitor. Suddenly with you, he had the most gentle servos known to cybertronian-kind. After that was done, the mech let out a soft sigh. He would- read this carefully, he would give your alt-mode a peck and gentle pat on the weapon. He would take pride in the way your bio-lights would brighten.

"You did so well, as always, Y/N."

#ahhhhhh #transformers x reader #mtmte #mtmte x reader #mtmte tarn #djd x reader #tarn x reader #mtmte whirl #whirl x reader #cybertronian reader #maccadam #lost light #lost light x reader

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loveofbots · 1 year

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NSFW DJD Headcanons?

I’m rubbing my hands together like a fly on a table rn

I only did Tarn, Vos, and Kaon for this as I only do up to three characters, but lemme know if u wanna part 2!

Warnings: manipulation, electricity, scary dudes in love with you oh no-

Vos:

- They are the LAZIEST BOTTOM

- literally just sits there and let’s you do all the work

- Likes it hard and slow

- fortunately they’re a switch, so not all sex is that way. They can actually be a very passionate lover. Preferring long intimate sessions over quickies

- Vos can become jealous if you haven’t been ‘claimed’ by them in awhile, meaning if they haven't at least touched your form in an intimate way in about a week? The next day you aren’t leaving the bed until Vos is finished with you

- That being said I don’t think they have a breeding kink as much as they have a cum kink, they love seeing cum everywhere. In you, on you, on them too.

- Very good at aftercare, making sure to clean up all your fluids after a particularly rough session

Tarn:

- you poor soul, you asked for this /lh

- Unfortunately not awesome at aftercare, unless you want like water or food. He doesn’t really like cuddles other than you sitting in his lap.

- Has an arsenal of sex toys

- Cuck alert HEHShsauHEEHHE

- He tops, and he loves watching you pleasure yourself, definitely is a voyeur

- You’re the only person that he lets see all of him, do not break his trust

- Uses his outlier ability to make your orgasms that much harder, his hands are also very skilled at taking other bots apart, so he knows exactly how to make you putty in his hands

Kaon:

- is pet play obvious?

- very soft Dom, he loves for you and cares for you very much, king of aftercare

- Kaon will let you top him if you want to, but if you become bratty he will put you in your place

- consent checks <3

- Some of his kinks extend outside the bedroom too, his electricity can sometimes become too much to contain and watching the little sparks fly across between the two of you is a really big turn on for him

- Likes it slow and steady if he’s receiving, but prefers to give you pleasure

#transformers #mtmte #idw #djd x reader #mtmte djd #asks #headcanons #transformers x reader #mtmte x reader #mtmte vos #mtmte tarn #valveplug

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gribblehusband · 1 year

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Displeasures of the Flesh

Transformers Fanfiction. Kaon/Reader, Kaon/Original Character. It’s functionally an x reader (no name or appearance) but the MC does have a personality and family.

When you almost hit a man with you car, you always expect to get threatened. At least a little bit. What you don’t expect is for said man to believe himself to be a Cybertronian trapped in a human body, and now it’s your job to help him find it.

You don’t quite buy it, but you know enough about people to know there are some parts of his story that are true. Particularly, the parts revolving around extreme serial torture.

In short: there is a serial killer living in your home, but you’re too lonely to care.

Or; Kaon of the Decepticon Justice Division wakes up in a human body and now you have to make sure he doesn’t kill anybody. Not you, though. You’re not sure that’s the part that matters.

#hiiii come look at my baby this is the fic i swaddle in my arms #djd x reader #kaon x reader #kaon djd #transformers fanfiction #transformers x reader #djd imagines #basically this is just. a really self indulgent fic about one of my fav bg characters and my fav tropes #tfw you hit a guy and he promises to kill you but youre like. okay who gaf im ordering pizza #kaon thinks the mc is a normal human and the mc is SUCH a weirdo.#btw i have the entire first arc done and im gonna be posting weekly after i post ch 2 in a few days

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wosemi-sama · 3 months

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HEY CHAT. the silly (it was mammon. we all knew it was going to be mammon) won the poll so i am now legally obligated to write smth for our first man. hope u guys like it 🫶 also. i dont. have. yellow on mobile. so we have to. deal with it. and. use orange instead. #sad

mammon relationship hcs

OH THIS FUCKING GUY.

Loser.

Will do stupid shit to impress you.

"Hey, watch me carry this comically large box!"

"Mammon, I don't think that's a good idea."

"Don't be ridiculous! Look!" *dies*

You mention it's kind of cold? He will immediately take off his jacket and have you wear it. His brothers will not hear the end of it.

"Hey, guys! Guess who wore my jacket? That's right, it was-"

"Mammon, nobody cares."

After a lecture from Lucifer, Mammon will look for you in search of comfort (and cuddles)

He'll bury his face in your shoulder and complain while you rub circles on his back

He loves affection, but he gets embarrassed easily

Super clingy once he's comfortable in your relationship, but don't be fooled, he gets flustered all the time.

He's amazing at giving gifts. He knows exactly what you want without fail. Mammon just knows you best.

He's also surprisingly good at knowing where you are??? Like, Lucifer will ask him where you are and he'll respond with "I dunno, try the cat cafè." And you're there??? You didn't even tell him where you were going, he just guessed.

So annoying about you. He won't shut up about you, but he can't help himself!! He just loves you so much and everything about you is so perfect that the list would be over 30 pages long! Don't tell him I said that-

He may not be the Avatar of Envy, but he tends to get jealous easy.

You're hanging out with his brothers a little too much for his liking? That's it, you're legally obligated to spend the day with him now.

Physically cannot be more than 30 feet away from you or else he will implode.

So, so many movie marathons. At least once a week.

He tends to fall asleep easily though, so they usually never get finished.

Wakes you up in the middle of the night for the dumbest reasons and pokes you until he's sure you're awake.

"Hey. Hey hey hey hey hey hey-"

"...What..?"

"Ya hungry?"

He would never admit this, but he likes making you laugh. He just finds the way you scrunch up your face so adorable. And your laugh too. He loves your laugh. He could never get tired of it, even if he wanted to.

It is genuinely so difficult to get this guy to say "I love you" because he recharges his courage to actually say it every 6 weeks because he thinks it's SO embarrassing.

Just because he doesn't say it a lot doesn't mean he doesn't. Mammon just finds it difficult to say. So remember that he loves you, will you?

#ough this is straight ASS why djd i write this.#“bc mammon won the poll” yeah yeah ik....#im not gonna main tag this. fuck you. /silly #ok time for tags and THEN i add this to my masterlist and THEN i add it to most recently written and THEN i remove it from wip.#i lowkey didnt know how to end this...#minorinrin layout. rosemi url. mammon hcs. im mr worldwide fr.#obey me x reader #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x reader #obey me mammon x you #youve got mail! wanna open it?💌#obey me x you #why is tjis probably the worst thing ive ever written ITS LITERALLY MY FIRST OBM POST HGELP.#also good lord TJERES SK MANY TAGS??? HELP ME????

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michaela-o · 1 year

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I haven’t posted in a while so here’s a bunch of wips i’m planing to finish🥰

Made a lil drawing of myself aswell as used selfinsert. I tried making myself super tiny since Overlord is one of the bigger mechs😳

#transformers #transformers headcanons #transformers x reader #yandere transformers #idw drift #idw rodimus #djd #overlord #mtmte overlord x reader #small artist #digital art #self insert #mtmte x reader

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liaswritesrobots · 8 months

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Inspired by @montyuh's asks about terrible soulmates.

"Check his arm." Tarn commanded Vos.

Vos shook his head after examining the mech's arm.

Still no luck. Though he supposed that was a good thing, since he didn't want to be the sparkmate of a dead mech. Still, it's been centuries and he still hasn't found anyone with the name that was written across his arm and he hasn't found anyone with his name on theirs.

He sometimes imagines what kind of bot they are, to have such a strange name for a cybertronian- perhaps they weren't born on Cybertron and instead are a part of a colony off world. He wonders if they're a Decepticon. He hopes they're a Decepticon... or at least a neutral that could be easily swayed into joining the Decepticons. He wonders what colors they've decorated their frame with. And what color their optics are. And if they like music. He hopes they like music. He could sing for them.

He thinks about them far too much some would say. Obsessively checking every bot they off to make sure they aren't the one. Not that he's opposed to murdering his sparkmate if they're an Autobot or defector, but he can't help but feel a tinge of sadness at the thought of the bot made solely for him being his enemy.

He wants to know the euphoria of having his other half by his side. Someone to hold him on those long, lonely nights aboard The Peaceful Tyranny. Someone to protect. To conquer. To playfully tease in the privacy of his habsuit. Someone that loves him.

He sighs, turning to leave the room. Ever since they boarded this Primus awful ship crawling with Autobots he's had this... feeling... that the one he's supposed to meet is here. He wonders if there's a chance they're locked in the holding cells. Some Decepticon prisoner that wandered into these fools' path and found themselves at their mercy.

That wouldn't be so bad. Then he could free them himself. They'd be completely indebted to him then. They'd have no choice but to be by his side and-

He stops in his tracks noticing you standing there with a blaster aimed at him.

Human.

These Autobots and their love for organics... it's disgusting! Letting one of you live amongst them. Disgraceful. What a pathetic little thing, trembling at the sight of him despite your fighting stance. Your little arms can barely hold that blaster up and they're shaking too bad for you to even get a clear sh-

Hold on...

He squints, examining your trembling arms. They're shakey but he swears- he swears he can see the word "Damus" on it. His eyes grow wide and with a swift step he snatches you off the ground causing you to drop your blaster. You scream and struggle and try to hit his hand to make him let go of you but he brings you to his face to examine you.

He raises his other hand and between two digits, violently stretches your arm out causing you to cry out in pain.

Damus

And it looks like the word "Glitch" is faded behind it.

"No." He whispers. "No. No. No! No! NO! NO! NO! Each no getting louder an more desperate as his grip starts to tighten around you. You manage to yank your arm free from his grip and try to pull yourself up out of his hand.

"Human, what is your name?" His eyes narrow.

"Like I'd tell you!"

Defiance. Even in the face of danger, even within his grasp that could easily end your life you refuse his simple request. He tightens his grip again, causing a sharp pain in you as you gasp and huff for air, "Tell me!" He demands through gritted teeth.

You comply this time and his grip not only loosens, he nearly drops you as he falls to his knees.

This is joke. This has to be. A cruel prank by Primus! There's no way his sparkmate is organic! This is a mistake! You can't be the one that is supposed to love him no matter what. You can't be the one he's wanted to hold and cherish for so long. You can't be the one he's been waiting for all of his life. You can't! You can't!

"Tarn?"

The sound of Tesarus' voice down the hall snaps him back into the moment. He stares down at you trying to pry yourself from his hand so you can escape. He closes his fist around you once more and opens his chest, placing you inside. He uses the wall to help himself back up.

"You ok?" Tess asks, running up beside the mech.

"Yes. I just... I think I need to go outside for a moment. I'll be back soon." Tarn turns away and staggers down the other end of the hall towards an exit

"You want us to put the party on hold for you?"

"No. Kill everyone find. Do not leave even one spark intact." Tarn reponds.

He just has to clear his head. Some fresh air will do the ventilators good. He'll figure out what to do with you once he can think straight again.

#transformers #maccadam #macaddam #Tarn #The DJD #Transformers IDW #IDW Tarn #my writing #soulmates #soulmate au #reader insert #Tarn x Reader #sorta #neither party wants the other really

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emotionallyattachednerd · 5 months

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Darkness Lust | IDW Helex x f!robot reader | NSFW 18+

Word count: 2300+

Warnings: Cnc, Smut, ( oral, rough interfacing and semi-public ) and size difference. NSFW 18+.

Notes: Order up! So, this took a completely different turn. Unsure if it got weird along the way, but here it is, and I have no regrets. Wanted to move into darker themes with my writing so hope this turned out. Added cnc into the warnings just to be safe. Another thing, know the request states for them to almost get caught but I had to let them get caught. Hope you all enjoy.🥰

Cnc - Consensual non consent

☕ Coffee

Helex saved you, at least this is what you keep telling yourself over again, and you felt you owed him for this. Your escape pod from a ship had crashed onto an unknown planet, and it was by chance that he found you, injured from the crash but alive. You're brought back with him and when you are online again you find yourself in an unknown place and your wounds are patched.

When you first meet Helex he terrifies you. His enormous form is at least three times bigger than your smaller figure, multiple arms latched on his frame, and a cavernous torso where you can feel his internal heating elements boiling even from a distance, his own personal smelting pool.

You knew who he was but only from horrifying stories. A member of the Decepticon Justice Division, a group of torturers employed by Megatron to hunt down and deal with traitors.

You're an autobot though, they were only interested in decepticon traitors, right? You don't want to find out the answer you decided. All you can do is thank him politely and ask for a safe return back home. His answer is what seals your fate.

"You're home."

Helex wouldn't let you leave and the one time you did try to escape you don't get far, and it's his enormous figure, intense gaze, and the threatening glow from his torso that reminds you to not anger him, otherwise things won't end well for you at all. So for now, you stay put, much to your misery.

Now, here you are, trapped in a place you wanted to be far away from. You weren't threatened, you weren't hurt, in fact you were provided with average care, Helex never let you starve and made sure you were comfortable, at least as best as you can be in such a place.

As the days went by they continue to drag out, and you lost track of how long you've been there. A lot of the time you get bored and try to keep yourself busy however you can, but it's a struggle, mentally.

Often you would hear the echoed screams, and that's when you needed to truly escape. You didn't want to hear them, and the only place the screams can be blocked out is in the medic bay. Nickel allows you to clean the bay often, showing some pity you think, and it also keeps you distracted from everything else.

Now, in the medic bay again, you do your best to find even the smallest of things to tidy or clean up. You honestly don't know how long you've been at it, but you feel the thundering quacks slowly increase, and glancing up towards the door you see Helex entering. Nickel must've told him where you are.

He's silent, as you are too, no greetings offered from either of you. You never know what to say to him, and you've unsure what he is thinking either. He moves towards you, causing you to grow nervous as he gets closer before stopping beside you, your optics focused on the bench in front of you where you had just cleaned.

"Are you afraid of me?" His sudden voice cuts through the air.

"Sometimes." You answer through a shaken whisper before meeting his fierce gaze. "Do you want me to be afraid of you?"

"I'm not sure." He sounds confused, and his answer doesn't really help calm you. "You're intriguing."

You're unsure what to say to that, and so you turn your gaze back to the bench just to avoid his piercing gaze. Yeah, you're scared of him, but he hasn't hurt you, not yet at least, and you're fully aware what he was capable of which is why you don't push him.

Helex continues to stare before he moves again, this time moving his large servo towards your face and using the back of his broad digit to caress against your cheek plating. The contact causes your venting to hitch, followed by a soft whimper out of fear. The affection is new and you're unsure how to react.

"I don't want to hurt you."

"What do you want?" You can't help the tremble in your vocals.

"I want you."

You turn your helm at him and he's suddenly on you, firm broad lips latching onto your own fiercely causing you to let out a startled whimper, muffled by his lips as he lifts you up onto the bench and pins you down onto the surface. Your hands push up against his chassis, giving weak attempts to get him off you, but it's pointless. His size and strength prove that, and you feel vulnerable and helpless as he forcefully kisses you.

His second pair of arms suddenly tug your legs apart, giving him the opportunity to press against you more and deepen the kiss. You feel his glossa push between your lips and coil around your own. His glossa isn't like others, much longer and hotter, a magna bitterness lingering as he fills your mouth and explores, causing you to let out a choked wince. Is that energon you taste? Did he just consume energon? Something told you that you don't want to know the answer. He shows no intention of stopping, and in fact he seems to be liking it as he lets out a low moan against your lips, his strong servos pinning you still as his second pair roam across your thighs and waist areas.

Your fighting attempts cease and you're left with no option but to let him, and much to your confusion your entire frame starts warming up from his intense actions. This shouldn't be happening, you shouldn't be enjoying this, yet you find yourself moaning lowly, your mouth full of his extended glossa.

Helex removes himself from the kiss, followed by his glossa that descends out from your mouth covered in saliva. You let out a forced vent and stare at him with wide optics, a bit stunned by his action, and he is only getting started.

He lifts your bottom half up making you gasp out loudly, leaving you to hang upside down just about from the berth you sat upon and you grip your servos across the edges. You feel his hot vents against your legs and panel, servos holding you tightly, right before feeling his snake glossa sliding against your covered valve.

"W-what are you doing?!" You're scared, feeling the hot texture against your closed panel and inner thighs, and much to your shock you're slowly growing more warm, whimpering in pleasure as he holds you hanging there, right before you automatically feel your panel retract on its own due to your growing desire.

He likes that, and takes his chance to latch onto your valve and devour you, thick glossa already sliding in deeply as he lets out a lingering moan tasting your fluid sweetness.

Another startled mewl erupts from you as you feel his glossa reach far deep through your channel, further than any spike before you've had. This shouldn't be real, yet it's happening, and reality sinks in as he starts to frag you with his glossa, sliding back and forth through your depths.

Your body responds through shivers of growing arousal, your valve building with fluids as you can't help but clench around his sliding glossa, letting out lingering soft moans as you crumble under him. Helex enjoys your taste and your reactions, letting out a vibrating satisfied groan against your valve that rocks through your frame.

The angle is strange, being lifted half off the berth leaving your shoulders and helm to barely rest against it while he holds you up by your spread legs and waist to hold you against him.

Constant weak mewls erupt from you over again as his glossa plunges through your channel, thighs spasming violently while you servos grab hold onto the edges as you feel yourself start to roll your hips against his glossa. You can't help yourself, it feels amazing!

This leaves though when you feel him pull away, glossa leaving your valve causing you to whimper in protest lightly. His hold is still tight as he lowers you back down, only for you to realise than that his panel had retracted, revealing his ridiculously large pulsing spike, tapping directly onto your valve, and this is when your fear quickly boils up again.

"W-wait, wait, you're too big-!" You're bluntly cut off when he ignores you and presses his spike against your valve firmly, the fat tip slowly breaching and invading your channel, thickness stretching you widely while he continues to press forward.

Your servos grip at his broad ones firmly latched against your hips while his second pair hold your legs apart, holding you in place, leaving you with nothing but to accept his spike that slowly fills. Letting out a choked sob you feel the burning pleasure build at your valve, every pulsing ridge rubbing forward and creating a bulge that slowly expands against your valve and lower soft armour.

Taking so much of him surprises you, you didn’t think your smaller frame could take so much.

His heated vents hit you, almost a burning sensation, as he firmly presses himself against your valve fully, able to stretch you fully while letting out a deep groan release from his chassis. Your optics shutter close while letting out soft winces followed by moans of desire rushing through you. You feel his entire length pulsing rapidly through your channel, expanding through the bulge created before you manage to online your optics to look at him.

He's staring right back, scorching gaze piercing through your small figure. He's so powerful, dangerous. There's no love or care in his face, only hunger and the growing arousal through him. This is only for pleasure, whether he intended for you to enjoy it you don't know, but you still enjoy it.

Helex gives a blunt thrust, shaking you against the berth as another choked sob leaves you, surprised by his sudden action as you grip your servos into his own even more, digits digging into his soft armour that will leave dents. He does it again, and again, slowly, feeling that broad spike moving through your channel thoroughly, before you feel his movements pick up as he tugs you by your waist against his movements, shaking the berth and yourself while you let out repeated gasps and moans.

Your sensitive node is stimulated against his rough armour while you continue to let out outbursts of desire rocking through your frame, clenching around his thrusting spike and feeling him buried deep within you. Despite your position, who it was, you don't care. You love the pleasure boiling through every inch of you and the tight hold he possessed, claiming and using you for his pleasure which you find oddly arousing.

His movements increase, forcing out stuttered vents from you over again, legs spread wide by his secondary arms and the heat radiating from him clouding your trembling frame. You feel his spike pump into you fully over again, twitching violently, vocal sounds growing louder, and you know he's about to overload, and it's no surprise to you that you feel yourself growing close to crashing through your own.

Moving your servo you rub at your node as you're unsure if he would care if you overload or not. Doing this causes your back to arch and accept every rough thrust against you, mewling loudly as you feel your overload coming crashing through you while clenching around his thickness. Helex lets out a deep groan that erupts from his chassis, feeling you clenching hard, giving a couple more jerky thrusts before spilling his thick trans fluids deep in you.

You feel the warm sticky fluids filling you to the brim, filling your chambers, channel and expanding up with his spike against your lower half. Some leak out with nowhere else to go while you hear it drip onto the floor, only low whimpers as the afterburst of pleasure continues to linger.

Helex keeps himself within as he admires and savours every moment, rubbing his primary servos across the bulge against you. He drew out a lot of your energy, and you silently admit it was a pretty good frag, your overload was quite marvellous. You're both lost the moment you don't hear someone entering the room.

Nickel clears her vocals to get their attention, making you both snap your gazes on her as she tads her peda against the flood with crossed arms, not impressed by the scene.

"Seriously? You two have your own private room to fool around in. I don't understand why you insisted on letting it happen in my medic bay."

All you can do is gasp and look away, feeling horribly embarrassed that you've been caught in such a way. You wince a little as you shift, still feeling him buried deep in you.

"Sorry, Nickel." Helex says softly. Despite her size, she somehow put the other members of DJD in their place, and learned to respect her.

"Well, chop chop, get cleaning. I don't want to be stepping in either of your fluids. Place better be spotless when I return." She turns on her pedas and heads out.

Letting out a low groan you feel his spike start to leave you, and flop out leaving your valve gaping and leaking your mixed fluids. Your optics are fuzzy but you feel his hot frame leaning across and sharing a surprisingly tender kiss with you. He tucks himself away, sharing one more glance with you, before turning and leaving the room.

You're left alone, sitting up against the berth as you give yourself a moment to gather your thoughts. It seems you're left to clean up, of course. Venting out deeply you do your best to clean yourself, close your panels, and start to wipe down the berth and floor.

Helex confused you, but you shouldn't expect too much from the large mech. You don't know what to expect anymore, or if you were ever going to escape. A part of you doesn't want to though, just so you can keep Helex's spike all to yourself.

#transformers #valveplug #helex #idw #mtmte #djd #reader insert #helex x reader #fanfiction #smut #writing #sugarrusheag

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rowiewritesstuff · 1 year

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Yandere Tarn from MTMTE pls?

MTMTE Yandere Tarn X Reader

Tarn detested humans- so for you to get his attention you’d have to have something helpful or interesting about you.

The DJD was visiting a bar after a day of refilling their supplies. They weren’t going to go, but Nickel said that they should cut loose once in a while. There, a human tackled Nickels’ bottom half with a hug.

Tarn was instantly protective, but a surprising hello from Nickel to you had him backing off. You looked up with wide eyes to see Tarn.

“HOLY- Wow! Tarn, it’s an honor to meet you!” You grinned up at him. “I’m a huuuuge fan of your work!” All of the DJD was stumped by your excited behavior.

Nickel face palmed and pushed you off. “DJD, (Y/N). (Y/N), DJD.” She looked up to Tarn. “We met on the colony forever ago. They were one of the only humans there- who for some reason was attached to me.”

They looked confused and Vos spoke up in his language. You answered, surprising everyone yet again. “Yeah, there was a weird explosion thingy and now I’m kinda old. I think I’m like… a few hundred years now? I don’t know. I heal quickly now so it’s hard for things to kill me.”

Vos asked you how you knew the language. “Uh, I dunno. I just learned it over time. I can’t speak it though, our voice boxes are different from each other's”

The DJD spent a longer amount of time there than they had expected so that you and Nickel could catch up. While Nickel pretended to be annoyed by you, she was actually really happy to see you. You were the only organic she ever tolerated.

The rest of the DJD got along with you pretty well too, despite them being off put by your fleshiness. Tarn had a hard time however, as he hated organics a lot more than most of the others.

When Nickel asked if you could travel with them, Tarn said no. After a glare from Nickel and a few convincing words from the others, you packed up what little belongings you had and made yourself at home on the Peaceful Tyranny.

Tarn had avoided you for a hot minute, but everyone else learned that you were an amazing person. You helped Nickel patch them up after fights, and even upgraded some of their weapons. Vos loved your input on his experiments, even if he’d never admit it. You often put together what he failed to.

Eventually, you and Tarn were in a room alone. He noticed you were reading ‘Towards Peace’.

“Is this your first time reading that?” He asked you.

You didn’t even look up from your book as you mumbled at him. “No, I’ve lost count how many times I’ve read it.”

Tarn grew a little respect for you then. “What do you think of it?” He sat up in his chair.

You finally looked up at him with a small frown on your face. He didn’t expect anything good from your expression. “I love it. Its words are weaved so intricately, and these are words everyone should live by. Megatron, though? He should die for betraying the Decepticon cause. He’s a traitor and should be treated as such.”

Tarn’s eyes widened from behind his mask. While the DJD read the book, you seemed much more dedicated to it. From that moment on, you and Tarn would often have political discussions. You both would argue about small, odd wordings in the text. You were actually the only one who was ever allowed to disagree with him on wordings, because no matter what you still had the same general ideals.

Tarn had realized that despite being organic, you were honorable. He looked up files on you in the Decepticons’ database only to find that you were a simple clerk for the Decepticon cause. You were an honorary Decepticon- though not technically one at all. Tarn began getting closer to you, often being seen carrying you on his shoulder.

One day, the Peaceful Tyranny docked on a Decepticon-Friendly planet. You were in awe the entire time at the pure beauty of it. The sun was similar to Earth’s, though the sky was a pale purple. The moss that coated the ground was a pale blue, and the animals were adorable.

You bumped Nickel a little bit. “I think this is where I get off, Nicks.”

She smiled sadly at you. “I figured. You always were one for simple beauty. I’ll help you pack up to go.”

You packed your bags quickly, only having three to begin with. When you entered the main room you saw the rest of the DJD. You grinned up at them. “Well, thank you guys so much for your hospitality. I’ll hopefully see you guys again.”

Everyone seemed a little sad to see you go. Right as you began your departure from the ship you were scooped up into a servo.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Tarn’s crimson optics looked down at you. “You have become part of this ship, and it would be so unfortunate if you were to leave so soon.

“I’m sorry, Tarn. I never like to stay in one place for too long.” You frowned.

“My apologies. I didn’t mean to make it seem like you had a choice.” This caused the room to feel cold. You looked up at tarn with a nervous grin.

“Th-that’s not funny, Tarn. Put me down please.”

Nickel glared at the tall bot. “Tarn, put them down.”

Tarn glared back at Nickel and to you. “No. You will remain aboard this ship- it’s dangerous for Decepticons off board these days.”

Kaon tried to speak up for you, but a simple glare was enough to silence him.

You tried to jump down but he tightened his grip on you. Everyone felt tense and some even left the room. You looked down at Nickel who only looked away. She could only do so much to help you.

Tarn tilted your chin up to look at him. “It’s alright. I’ll treat you the same as any loyal Decepticon.”

“Then why don’t you let me go?” You felt tears building up in your eyes as the large bot petted your head gently.

Tarn hummed at you while beginning the trek to his berthroom. “While you are a loyal Decepticon, you are still an organic who doesn’t know what’s best for them. Don’t worry- you’ll be taken care of. Unless, of course, you’re a traitor?” His eyes left you paralyzed. All you could do was stutter a quiet ‘no’ out. “Good. You do know what we do to traitors, after all.”

#mtmte #yandere #yandere transformers #transformers mtmte #yandere tarn #tarn #djd #nickel #kaon #vos #yandere mtmte #maccaddam #transformers #tarn x reader #yandere tarn x reader #tw threats #tw yandere #tw implied kidnapping #yandere mtmte tarn

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lost-light-incorrect-quotes · 6 months

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Red Flags meme but it's you and your favourite lunatic (affectionately) cybertronian s/o

#listen i feel like tarantulas would LOVE human centipede #cus hes a creep like that #tarantulas x reader #tarn x reader #kaon x reader #vos x reader #helex x reader #tesarus x reader #the djd are here cus you know why #pharma x reader #trepan x reader #shockwave x reader #transformers #maccadam #transformers x reader #uhhhh idk anymore characters so feel free to add in more in ur tags or the comment section

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robokisser2000 · 2 days

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PUNISH AND ENSLAVE:

Summary; sparing a autobot gets you in trouble, and not in the way you think.

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Your optics were solely focused on the metallic flooring beneath your chair, only further shying away from Tarns broad stare.

He glared down at you, his red ruby optics casting a faint glow on your much smaller frame.

The faint tapping of his clawed digits against the metal desk was the only sound in the tight office, it resonated off the hollow walls, bouncing around the room with each coordinated tap.

He watched you like prey, studying how you squirmed in your seat, and averted your gaze, waiting for you to submit, admit you were in the wrong and he was right, but,, that’d come at a later time, for now, he’s focused on delivering justice.

“Tell me,, did you really think that I wouldn’t find out,,? That I’d give you a simple pass, leeway, if you will. If you begged nicely,,?”

He paused, his dark and obscured face glinted as he shifted in his seat. The chair creaking under pressure as he leaned forward a bit, wanting a closer look of your fearful gaze.

“That’s not how I work, I deliver justice, not mercy. But you knew that already,, didn’t you,,?”

You did know that already, and you knew damn well not to waste his time on petty things like this. You swallowed down your collected saliva, feeling dread bubble in your lower chambers with each word he spoke.

He kept a polite tone, keeping himself proper as he thought about what to do with you. You weren’t a fighter, no no not at all, you were a meek thing, small and had no fighting experience. It was,, laughable, to him at least. To watch you squirm under his scorching gaze, his stare alone bothering you and making you scoot away from him.

He studied how you breathe, taking note and eyeing your chassis, watching as it rose and fell with each shaky and labored breath of yours. And yet, you still refused to look at him, to ashamed too.

He drank up your fear, enjoying your anxiety and dread as he sat before you. With another creak, he shifted to rest on his elbow joints, his helm resting on his mechanical knuckles.

You tried your best to swallow your fear, because if you didn’t, Tarn would eat you alive. And that was a fact, something you tried desperately to avoid. He feeds off of your fear, taking pride in the fact he’s the cause of said emotions swirling and settling inside of you.

He tilted his helm, taking in your features as time clicked by, second by second, he only eyed you up. He caught himself glancing at your chassis more than once, taking in the mold and curves of it, every single intricate detail.

Perhaps he should,, shift the punishment a bit, feeling a small change of spark as he started to appreciate your build a bit.

With a heavy sigh he pulled back, leaning away and letting you breathe for the first time since you stepped in. He sat up, all proper as he glanced behind you, at the door.

“You were put on the list with the intention of learning your wrongs, so clearly you know why you are here, yes,,? You’re here to learn, and to indulge in your mistake, to make sure it never happens again.”

He paused again, taking a breath and relaxing a bit, now having an idea on exactly what he wants to do you.

A dark grin tugged at his dermas, going unnoticed by you of course, being obscured by the fear inducing mask of his. He wanted to see you break, to beg for redemption and forgiveness by his servo.

“Of course,, there is,, one way, to be forgiven.”

He went silent again, noticing the way your frame perked up when he uttered those words, hope started to brew in your spark at the mention of redeeming yourself.

If only you knew exactly what the cruel mech had in mind.

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It was wrong, so very wrong. and Tarn knew that, but he hadn’t an ounce of care about it, more interested in indulging that frame of yours.

He moved like an experienced mech, you thought he was, with the way he touched you oh so confidently, acting as if he’s done this countless times.

Tarn quickly tugged you over, pulling you and pinning your much smaller build against his broad one, burying his faceplate into the crook of your neck to catch your musky scent.

You scrambled and squirmed in his strong hold, petrified that this, was well- the only option he gave you to redeem yourself.

He only pressed harder as you fought back, scared at what he wanted, to punish you is one thing, but to tear away your innocence is another.

Tarns reasoning for such harsh treatment and pressure, was that he simply wanted a taste. The pressure building up in his lower abdomen as he grew excited about it, eager to get a slice of heaven, just for himself.

Tarn pulled back, giving you a moment before he took things a step further. Watching you catch your breath and shudder, disbelief wracking your frame as you settled down, last thing you wanted was for Tarn of all people to start talking.

He quickly grew satisfied with you, pleased that you were slowly but surely submitting to his whim. Tarn pressed your frame into the table, coaxing you to lay on your front, exposing yourself further for him.

He let out a satisfied purr as you did, pleased by your obedience so far. Tarns servo wrapped around your hips, pulling your aft to grind against his groin panel, eliciting a groan mixed with a chuckle at your sudden squeak from the oh so bold action.

You kept still, trying your best to focus your breathing as his clawed digits traced your frames curves, dipping into the small details and watching as condensation built up in a trail from his ghostly touches.

You, you would do perfectly.

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Your servos dug into the metal of the table, scratching and clawing as you gripped at it, wanting to stabilize yourself and find a better grounding.

Your valve burned as he pushed in, aching and pulsing as Tarn slowly pressed in with a sigh. Your calipers clenching down and squeezing his spike, trying to force out the sudden intrusion. The head of his spike poked through the last seal, muttering profanity about how tight of a fit you were under his breath as he hilted finally.

His spike was heavy inside you. the ribs only dragging at your valves sensitive and velvety walls. You felt full, your legs spread fully as you desperately tried to steady your breath and focus on adjusting to the sudden stretch.

His ribbed spike deliciously pulled on your valves tight walls as he pulled out, the tip of his spike still pressed inside as he shuddered in pure pleasure at the feeling.

With a slow grind he slowly pressed back in, eliciting a deep moan from deep inside his vocalizer. Your warm and wet valve only welcoming him back in, greedily swallowing him whole.

The head of his spike kissed at your gestation chambers entrance as he hilted again, his thighs shaking at the fullness and feeling of your valve sucking him back in.

He held your hips still, the lewd smack of metal resonated throughout the room as his Hips met your aft in a swift thrust. A squeal escaped your intake and dripped down your glossa as he repeated the motion again, and again.

His thrusts were steady and languid, more determined on keeping pace and keeping his thrusts heard and slow. Your digits dragged across the table with each buck of his hips, the burn melting in searing hot pleasure deep inside the pits of your abdomen.

With each steady buck it sent your frame jumping higher up the table, moaning out like a Turbofox in heat. Pleasure overrode the feeling of guilt, your module blank as you attempted to recall exactly how you got in such a lewd position, but couldn’t really find yourself to care about it.

His spike bullied your ceiling node, abusing it as he sped up a bit, enjoying the pleasure from such harsh blows, each thrust only knocking the air out of you.

He muttered unintelligible praises under his breath, appreciating of your compliance as he had his way with you.

Before you knew it, you felt the knot deep inside snap, unwind as your frame shuttered and shut off for a nano-klik, your frame slump against the desk as your juicy valve fluttered around his spike, milking him as you came down from your high.

He gave a few lazy thrusts before finally coming undone, his spike tensed and twitched inside you, shooting ropes after ropes of thick trans-fluid into your valves canal. It was warm, and heavy inside of you.

Your optics clicked back on, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm your poor frame. Tarn on the other hand was in cloud 9, having had the best first frag ever. He reluctantly pulled out, not wanting to finish the fun yet.

He was mesmerized by the flood of trans-fluids, he watch in amusement as the thick and sticky fluids dribbled out of your stretched out valve, globs dribbling down your thighs and dripping onto the floor with small little taps. Your legs shook a bit, shuddering each time a small clump of the thick fluids leaked out of you.

Tarn gave you aft a small pat, retracting his spike back into his groins panel. He sat back down in his seat, taking in the sight of your pretty fragged out state. Your fans and vents on the highest setting to calm your poor frame down, the condensation slowly drying as you sat there, a bit unsteady.

Tarn was pleased, greatly so. You’ve earned your name being cleared from the list, so good job on your part. Tarn will make sure you,, slip up a bit more, so he could try this again.

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UHM yeah

#Tarn #DJD #transformers #transformers idw #x reader #valveplug #SO UH #THIS WAS ABOUT THE IDEA I HAD THE OTHER DAY AND

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decepticononline · 1 year

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MTMTE! Tarn x Femme Reader

Author's Note: I fucking love Tarn bro. This is extremely self-indulgent for me. He's literally so perfect.

Summary: Tarn is not in the mood for your games. (May or may not make this story a series.)

Warnings: spike in valve sex, dub con, hints of non con, implied polygamy, implied reverse harem, voice kink, masochistic reader, size kink, breeding kink, trauma from reader being human converted to cybertronian, Megatron never joins the autobots here, and there's surprisingly some fluff.

"Your frame....your mind....your spark....your entirety. It all belongs to me."

You couldn't disagree whatsoever with what he proclaimed in between forceful thrusts. When he said 'entirety' you could feel your spark flutter, he was playing with it like it was a toy. He knew and cherished the effect his voice receptor's modification had on cybertronian sparks.

Shockingly his voice afflicted you all the same before the transition when you were human too. This transition happened when Shockwave experimented on you and the other 'pets' owned by various Decepticons. It was a sick and twisted fantasy the mech dreamed up and was permitted by Megatron to act upon.

The experiment started with twelve of you and only four remained when the transition successfully concluded. The other eight perished miserably. You were given a new body, a spark, processors, and just about everything else that made you now completely cybertronian. However, you were still a pet at the end of the day.

The only thing that's changed since your transition was your relationship with the DJD, your owners. When you were human they regarded you like an actual pet. Nickel thought you were so adorable, that was the only reason Tarn kept you alive. Those days he would tell you just how much he wanted to splatter you onto the deck plates and turn you into a complicated red stain.

He'd tell you how much he wished you'd try to escape so he could torture and murder you. He loved to mention how he longed for the day he'd get to hear your screams of misery. He'd speak to you with his voice modifier until it felt like you were going to have a heart attack. He was completely and utterly abusive, but you loved it.

After you became fully cybertronian the treatment you received from each DJD member was so different. They were far more interactive with you, to say the least. The looks you received from each member ranged from pity, adoration, and disgust were now more twisted and dark. They looked at you with lust, hunger, and malevolence.

Thankfully you weren't completely naive and knew how to navigate their urges. You played coy and unknowing of their advances meanwhile, you kept a mental note in your processors of everything they did. The sexual tension aboard the Peaceful Tyranny was so thick that it couldn't be cut with a knife.

You were given no weapons, very little armor and no training as a precaution to defend yourself if needed in case one of them tried to force themselves on to you. Their behavior completely reminded you of human men.

Here you were now, however. Pinned down, armor stripped off, and at Tarn's mercy. He had a knack for punishing you like this whenever you did something wrong. You weren't sure how the relationship between the two of you got so sexual, it all happened far too fast.

The way the bright blue orbs of your optics rolled to the back of your helm was something to be marveled at. The harsh clanging noise of his hip struts meeting yours with a steady unwavering pace completely overshadowed the lewd slick noises that your valve made.

Every portion of his spike that he slammed into you only made your hole squirt and dribble lubricant around his length. Your valve quivered like an engine with every intrusion of his thick length His large servo sat firmly around your neck cabling. He wasn't strangling you, surprisingly, but forcing you to look at him while he did this to you.

He had his visor on during this, it always had an emotionless deadpanned expression. A dispassionate visor is what you were staring up at while your valve was stretched and used to its limit. You've been with the mech for so long that you've learned to read his emotions with the visor on.

Every moment that you got glances at the red orbs within his optics you could see the excitement within them. He was enjoying punishing you like this, to him his greatest accomplishment wasn't breaking you but it making you enjoy being broken.

The way his servo held your neck cabling made you feel so...tiny. His servo covered your entire neck cabling and the very upper portion of your chassis. The size ratio between both you and him was startling. You weren't the size of a mini bot like Nickel but you were still much smaller than him and he enjoyed that.

The total dominance he had over you and everything you did was invigorating to him. He had so much dominance over you that on one occasion he interfaced with you right there in front of the other DJD members.

They all watched the expressions on your faceplate while Tarn made you take his spike. They listened to every moan and whine you made gleefully. Two of them decided to stroke their spikes while watching you take him. As much as you hated the embarrassment you felt, you welcomed it.

Nothing compared to this though. Being alone with Tarn in a state of vulnerability like this. With a final thrust, he overloaded his transfluid into you. When the mech would overload he'd bury himself so deep inside you just to make sure every last drop of it got into your carrying chamber.

You have a sparkling prevention device installed but for him, the thought of climaxing inside of you so deep and claiming you like this aroused him. It was like he wanted to sire a sparkling with you in his own twisted fantasy.

He pulled his now half-pressurized spike out of your valve only to thrust it back in. He paid no attention to your anterior node this entire time because this was a punishment, you weren't allowed to overload. Your venting stuttered from how forceful the movement of his intrusion was. He used his free servo to slip off his visor and reveal his damaged face plate.

"Are you going to behave now?"

You nodded your helm and Tarn leaned down and put his much larger faceplate against yours. His dermas lightly brushed over your own in what should have been a gentle kiss. When he didn't give you one you went ahead and lifted your helm to push your dermas into his own for a long awaited kiss.

He didn't kiss you back at first but after a while he parted his dermas and let his large glossa slide into your oral intake. You let it explore around before sucking on it gently. You've never had such an affectionate moment with the mech like this and it was absolutely everything that you'd ever dreamed of.

He's never kissed you nor allowed you to kiss him before. He pulled back from the connection and leaned his helm into your neck cabling by your audio receptors.

"I'm starting to enjoy having you here."

#transformers x reader #mtmte #transformers headcanon #transformers imagine #decepticons #decepticons x reader #valveplug #djd x reader #transformers smut #mtmte tarn #tarn x reader #tarn #transformers kaon

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starliights-shining · 1 year

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How would the djd react to a reader conversation with their friend which is

Friend : if u tortured someone what methods would u use?

Reader : the only torture method I would use is humiliation. Which is if the why I go to kill which would be very fucking dumb with others believing they done it to themselves and absolutely no one will not even fake pity towards them because the evil shit that they had done would be way way out in the open.

Hello, I want you to know there are a lot of djd memebers, so for my own sanity, Ive choosen Tarn, Helex, Kaon. I'm not really a Tarn fan, so If it feels off that why. Sorry this is short, Ive got some things in the works and don't wanna rush them!! So I hope this is something similar to what you were looking for! Enjoy :)

Characters: Tarn, Helex, Kaon

Tarn

He just stares you, unblinking, red optics scanning to see if you are being for real. WIth him being able to see you are he's almost disappointed.

You are with the DJD, he would have thought you had some eleborate plan to inact pain to get the answers youre looking for or need. Yet you give that.

Its smart, of course, he thinks it the most anyone has put into making sure someone is tortured.

Which leads to the next point, he has to see it. If you leave after saying all of that and his stupid ass stare then he will let you go. but he will think about it every time he tortures someone for answers, think about you in his exact position, recreating exactly what you said to him, and then thinking about how it would let to such outcomes.

THIS ONE CONVERSATION leaves such a inprint on him, that the next time he has somene to troture he wants you to do it.

He'll give you full custody to do what you need and want, while he just stand there watching.

Once he sees your torture method working, he'll never question you again. He gives vibes of only trusting you to do things along the lines of torture, like hey we just capture this guy, do what you must to get what we need or want form him.

Helex

I don't think Helex would care, not as much as Tarn or Kaon would. He just isn't into that whole like fuck with their brain shit, not when he can use his fist to beat them to a pile of scrap and get his point across better.

He will not allow you to do your plan, giving the excuse of it being dump and doing what needs to be done.

I think that he'll also think youre thinking to much, thinking far to much when your answers are so close to you, HIM.

He would be little your plan and thoughts until he see it, it works well yes, but its nothing compared to what he can do.

He won't evr let you find out or know that he thinks your plan does work well, he has to keep a hard persona up after all.

After he sees your way work better than his may ever, he'll ocassionally let you do your way, he's not completely ill mannered towards it, he just thinks it takes so long.

Kaon

He's creepy about it, thinks you are so smart for thinking that way.

He'll try to get Tarn to let you use our plan more often, either on basic bots and cons or more special ones.

He'll ask you more questions about it, ask for you to expand on other things and ask completely different questions to see how your processor processes.

"Do you think blah blah blah?" or "Would you be able to switch out blah blah blah?" Or "Maybe try blah blah blah?"

At some point it feels like he just enjoys listening to you talk about anything, but you still answer every one of his questions

I truly think he'd want to help you with acting out said torture methods as well. He may be blind but that won't stop him form helping you with these great ideas and methods of torture.

One of your biggest supports on it as well.

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loveofbots · 7 months

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Sfw and nsfw head cannons for tarn please? Reader or cannon don't really care.

Shoutout @starscreamscorpse for calling beloved Tarn ‘mista taint’

I (lovingly) hate tarn so please take this with a grain of salt

SFW:

- Tarn is a loner in all senses of the word. He doesn’t ask for help, not even Nickel. He trusted people before and that led to his empurata, and then his abandonment from the academy, now he simply directs his team without confiding in anyone except Decepticon high command.

- To tarn, being a Decepticon is a belief. I know we joke about him dick riding megatron (he does) but the Decepticon cause gave him purpose. It gave him someone to believe in, a support system even.

- Advocate for universal healthcare, most likely due to Nickel’s influence.

- Tarn actually likes to sing. Even as Damos! I imagine he sings by himself most days, and actually writes his own music. In his perfect world, maybe he’d be a prodigy and launch Cybertron into an age of art. But of course, his story is one of tragedy.

- Tarn is harsh on the DJD. He may be friendly but he has a short temper, and will easily snap at people he considers his ‘friends.’ He’s also highly critical, as we know he started putting Decepticons on the list for increasingly petty reasons near the end of it.

- He’s probably not as grossed out by us squishies as he tells himself. Although he agrees that transformers are better- he would begrudgingly ‘keep the fleshling alive’ if he was instructed to. Because his singing does not affect humans the same way it affects his own race, he would probably grow very fond of singing to them.

- Tarn’s the type to be creepy at first, but he’s just a lonely, hurt Mech on the inside. He takes advantage of other folks like Pharma to fuel his addiction, a gentle hand would help him by light years. Yet he pushes away (and kills) anyone who tries to help. Citing that they are trying to ‘cleanse him.’ Dumbass.

[NO MINOR ZONE]

- His only lover is his hand. I’m serious he gets NO bitches. Every time someone came on to him he would fumble like a dink. Helix is still trying to give him better pickup lines than ‘I won’t kill you… tonight.’

- For me Tarn is on the ace spectrum. He doesn’t want to participate in interfacing, but he likes to watch. You could probably find him in the corner at some swinger parties.

- Normally he doesn’t have time/is too tired to even try to get off. He runs the DJD he’s a busy Mech. Not to say he doesn’t have his own little fantasies.

- Top all the way. He WILL NOT bottom (unless you ask) Tarn likes to feel in charge, superior, loved. He likes to be serviced and he likes the idea of ‘capturing’ someone and making them obey his every word.

- is actually a super awkward bot. His old self- Damos- comes out when he is flirted with. He’s a bashful Mech that can’t take any praise.

- Likes the idea of his partner getting off to his voice, it makes him feel powerful that his voice alone could make someone so down bad (I am looking at you tarn fans)

- cw: drugs!!! He is the WORST person to give a doobie to, this mf takes one hit if a roach and is coughing all night. On another note, he probably does take medicine to help him sleep thanks to mama nickel.

#transformers #mtmte #lost light #maccadam #tf #idw #headcanons #implied x reader #Tarn #djd #ghost writes #x reader #I didn’t put this in but he definitely has a praise kink #nickel #helix #mista taint #cw: drugs

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yandereskies · 11 months

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"Excuse me? She asked for no pickels."

I am so gay for this woman-

Like good lord-

#transformers #mtmte #djd #nickel #x reader #tf #my art #self insert #please just let me kiss her #please

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harventheblorbo · 1 year

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Oo can I request some headcanons(or oneshots, whatever u prefer) with Rodimus, Swerve, and Tarn? Like they have a cybertronian s/o that’s cute and very expressive with their antennas but is just an absolute unpredictable gremlin

Headcannons for Rodimus, Swerve, And Tarn with a Cybertronian S/O That's Wholesome!

Containing; Rodimus, Swerve, And Tarn

___ is gender neutral and Cybertronian!

Warnings; Mention of the Lost Lights Bar

Rodimus;

Whenever your antennas move, he is so focused on them. Sometimes he just does random stuff with you to watch them move around. He likes watching how they move around and how much it adds on to your emotions.

He loves how expressive you can be and how open you are. He appreciates it that you are open to your feelings with him and can't really hide anything even if you really tried too.

He lives for the moments of whenever you get your version of the zoomies. I feel like it would match with how energytic he is at times. I feel like you two could do anything while you are are just off doing obnoxious things

Omg the amount of pranks that y'all two would do. Everyone one the ship would have locks on their doors. Ultra Magnus is honestly fed up with how much Pranks y'all two do but doesn't say much.

Swerve;

Omg he would crack the funniest jokes to see the antennas move around. He also loves making cringey pick up lines to use on you and see the antennas just move around.

Whenever he can, he touches them and think that they are so cool. Sometimes he thinks that he is touching a nice bulls horn whenever he does. He is beyond fascinated by them.

You two being at the Lost Lights Bar would be so chaotic. Of course you two don't drink much since y'all technically own it and need to do something if emergencys break out.

Not as much pranks as others would have thought. Y'all are decently chill but still can turn into little gremlins. It's mostly you though that turns hyper.

He enjoys watching you reck havoc and have so much fun. He likes to bet with a close friend or two on what you will do today. Most of the time he is right or no one is correct and does something completely knew.

Tarn;

He secretly loves how the antennas just can normally move when you aren't doing anything that much. He enjoys observing them and what they do whenever your doing something.

He takes mental notes on what they do whenever your feeling happy, upset etc. He wants to make sure that you are telling your feelings through and through. He cares about you a lot so he kinda just likes whenever your open with him.

Whenever your really hyper or just excited about something, he let's you rant about whatever your currently talking about and just admires you with such a gaze that shows how much he is in love with you.

I feel like it would be a understatement if he didn't enjoy how much the antennas move around whenever you talk about something your interested in. It's a small detail for you but for him, it's cute and adorable.

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