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tinydefector · 6 days

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Is it too much to ask for a follow-up on the Human' Effects fic?

This is more just some more information of headcanons I have and how I like writing the bots. So I hope you enjoy it. This one's more on the differences and similarities between humans and Cybertronians.

Word count: 2.5k

Warning: mentions of reproduction, and exploration of body's. Valveplug.

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So this is just a continuation for Human effects. This one also delves into some more information on biological, cultural and different frames and how they interact with each other, humans and other organic Creatures.

Biological Humans and Cybertronians are vastly different even with quite a few similarities.

Sparklings and children

There is a very big difference in the body function of Humans and Cybertronians. Size for one but also Organic DNA and CNA. There are many things which can Line up with the other species but also function very differently

Such as.

structure and organ comparison

Plating - skin

Helm - head

Processor, brain module - brain

Faceplate- face

Audio Receptors, Audials, Receptor orifices - ears

Nasal ridge, enstril, olfactory sensors- nose

Optical ridge - eyebrows

Optics, visors - eyes and glasses sometimes visors are used as optics

Intake- mouth, throat or a breath.

Denta, denta plating- teeth

Glossa- tongue

Mandibles (insecticons) - jaw

Vocalizer- voice box

Chin or chin plating are the same

Chestplate, chassis- chest and higher stomach (abs area)

Fuel tanks- stomach.

Backplate, back struts, binary system, bipedalism - back and spine, spinal cord.

Servos and digits - Hands and fingers

Sounder plating - shoulder blades

Pede - feet

pump and Spark - heart and soul

Energon lines - arrays veins.

Vents - lungs, breath.

Pelvic plate - pelvis

Aft, tailpipe, skid plate- butt

Interface panel - covered reproduction organs

Spike - penis

Value - vagina

Carrier chamber, Gestation chamber - womb

Helm and head

With the fact one is filled with circuitry, coding and wires and the other is filled with flesh, fluid and other organic matter. Humans' heads are covered in hair most times. And even those who aren't their head Is still rather soft and smooth. And the bots love playing with human hair and facial hair when they are allowed too.

It also leads to humans giving the bots head scratches, and it's something so man you the bots had never thought of and they love it. They will lay their head in their human lap and just enjoy the gentle touches to their Finial, audials, and helm crest. It becomes. Causal thing of the humans using soft little microfiber cloths to clean out dust and dirt from the small crevices in the bots Plating. Head pats and scratches really becomes something that Cybertronians love alot and it makes a lot of humans consider the bots large cats.

Faceplate and Faces.

One of the things which is very different between humans and Cybertronians is how they show affection to each other. Cybertronians do a thing called a helm hold. Where they each hold their partner's helm in their servos while looking into each other's optics, it's how they show how much they care, because they are focusing only on that one person. And it means alot more after the war, to focus all your attention on just one bots servos shows a lot of trust, affection and love for someone.

While humans have Hugging, kissing. So the bots are rather confused the first time they are hugged, tensing up not wanting to hurt their human. And they nearly short circuit when the human kisses them it's more out of fear.

“Do you know how dangerous that is! What if I crushed you!” The bot hisses in panic while looking at their lover. “not to mention the fact that is my Energon Intake! Do you know what energon can do to Humans!” It nearly sends the bot into meltdowns as they hold their lover's face staring into their eyes trying to show them how much they love and care for them. It would break their spark if they accidentally hurt them.

“it's called a Kiss, I was kissing you” the human tries to explain, their hands cupping around their bots servos.

“a kiss?” the bot inquired. “Yea I'm sorry if you didn't want it, it's just I thought we were in that part of our relationship” the human begins rambling out of anxiety thinking they had messed up. In the end they both settle for a small gesture in-between. Pressing their head and helm, together as they cradle the other.

Eventually they will come around to accepting kisses but it is only for very special occasions. Because the bot will make sure that there isn't a trace of energon in their system for their partner's safety. Over time it becomes them pressing soft kisses to each other's noses.

Skin and Plating

These are all the parts which somewhat are similar to humans, but also work vastly different than the human body does. So with this listed here are many of the things that vary with the similarities.

Plating and skin are vastly different due to one being metal and the other being flesh, it's one of the things a lot of the Cybertronians love is how soft Human skin is. They really enjoy just fondling their human companions, pulling their checks, and enjoying how their skin moves. How pliable, warm and squishy they are. Cybertronians finding out about human breasts really takes them by storm.

“What are those?” the bot asks while pressing a finger to their breast feeling how soft and squishy they are.

“breast, boobs, tits they have a lot of names”

“What are they for?” The bot continues to just slowly play with them out of curiosity, not knowing what the human would need them for.

“they are used for feeding babies, they fill with milk, it's not a constant thing and not everyone's do but they are for feeding babies.” the human tries to explain and it just leaves the bot shocked.

“You're with Sparkling?” The bot asked as they began fussing over the human more, gently pressing their digits to the human's body more.

“no, no I'm not pregnant!” They laugh out loud while rather embarrassed. “‘but wouldn't they deflate?” The bot shoots back as their digits begin needing the flesh which makes the humans sigh and lean into the touch. “human babe, don't have the same functions as you.” They tease softly.

It ends up with one bot having their human lover back pressed to their Chassis. The bot's servos just cupped around their partners breast slowly massaging them as the human leans back just enjoying the feeling because it takes the weight off their back and the cool touch of the metal feels delightful against their skin.

Heart and spark

The difference between a human heart and spark aren't that different at all. They both pump blood/energon to where it's needed, it's the life provider of the body. Each has a beat or pulse. And the said beat and pulse sounds different. A human's heart beat feels like a thump but to Cybertronians it's an echo. Each beat they can feel and see like A beating light. And they love how it feels laying against them, their spark will actually fall in tune With their heart beat as a way to calm the human. While for humans a Cybertronians spark pulse feels like electricity dancing across their skin it's like the build up of static but it doesn't zap. The vibration of a spark is like energy building and releasing, the buzzing sound that just resonates through their body as they lay against their bot.

olfactory sensors and nose

Unfortunately humans don't have the enhanced scent sensors that a lot of other species do, and Cybertronians have one for the most advanced ones, they don't just smell it but they can break down the chemical compound to its base and are able to tell humans emotions based on how they smell. It also leads to bots becoming rather touching with their lovers when they can smell their cycle. It also leads a lot of bots realising they have a breeding kink after being with a human, because the moment they can feel their partners change in hormones they are hovering. It becomes an even bigger thing when they smell the scent of a young spark, they feel the EM Field.

carriers and pregnancy

There is a major difference between human pregnancy and cybertronian pregnancy. Humans can only be born from reproduction. a new spark can be formed in multiple ways.

-Forged.

-Cold construct.

-split spark

- Sparked

Forged new sparks are bots that are formed in hotspots across cybertron and on occasions sparklings can also be formed from these hot spots.

Cold constructs are bots that have been made by others for a purpose and were originally classed as 2nd class citizens, miners or lower than other bots,

Split Sparks made from splitting your spark into another form. It was very rare due to multiple laws being inplace against it.

Sparklings were formed through spark merging with another and creating enough energy to form new lifeforms. A carrier would then have to host said spark in their Gestation chamber until the spark could grow its own protoform. Then from there they are moved into the carrier chamber where they learn off their carrier's coding, and also receive food, coding and personal information from their Sire via Transfluid. As sparklings are still not able to consume normal energon and it has to be processed down enough for the sparkling. (Similar to how humans breastfeed) from there once they are ready the sparkling will be ‘birthed’ and from their they will need to be carried in a spark chamber until they have fully developed but gives them time to learn the world around them but still have the safety of a parent to protect them.

This leads the bots and humans to both be horrified at the differences of the others' reproduction. The bots are horrified over the fact a human's pelvis bone breaks just to birth a baby. But also the fact that humans can carry more than one child. They eventually watch a documentary over human birth; it makes a lot of bots short out and crash.

Humans on the other hand are shocked over the time it takes for a bot to have a sparkling. 100 years is longer than a lot of humans ever live but it's how long it takes for the full process of a sparkling to be formed and born. That's without all the issues with CNA, temperature, spark energy, energon. A Lot of Cybertronian pregnancies don't make it to term due to these factors.

So when by some chance a human gets pregnant by a Cybertronian it has the whole planet up in a tissy. Not just the fact of how genetically different they are but how it happened. The first human Cybertronian sparkling is a miracle watched by man and documented. And it turns out the human womb is actually the best possible hosting spot for the start of a sparkling, it's the perfect temperature, and it's not a temperature a lot of bots can keep their own frames. The human womb actually short cuts a lot of time over the birth Due to the sparkling Not needing to be shifted from one chamber to another. It comes down to being pregnant for 3 years. It's a long time for a human but it's decades Less than what it normally takes for a Cybertronian if they made it through the full progress.

And when the sparkling is born it's discovered that the sparkling doesn't have any human traits, defects or appearance. Due to the human body mainly working as a host, the CNA and DNA don't mix when it comes to creating a sparkling but they work perfectly in sync When it comes to helping the sparkling grow. And it also turns out humans are able to sustain more than One sparkling.

That also brings me to the function of spike and Valves. For Cybertronians spikes and Valves aren't how Sparklings are created, sparklings are created from two sparks merging together and creating enough energy for a sparkling but interface is needed to start the process of how they form. Sparkling needs Transfluid to begin and that is what Cybertronians use interfacing for outside of sharing memories, information and emotions. Most times Cybertronians interface for fun, feeling close, sharing information with a loved one, or to help feed a sparkling the necessary data, fluids and programming.

so When a Cybertronian and human interface it has a lovely mix of a 50/ 50 chance of getting pregnant due to how the human and cybertronian heart and spark link in a frequency that is almost essential Spark merging. And a human doesn't even need to interface with a Cybertronian to get pregnant.

Here is a list of ways humans have gotten pregnant/ a bot has gotten pregnant.

-interfacing

-spark bonding

-a human touching a bots spark.

-having enough hated for another you get them pregnant by sheer Anger

- spark And heart syncing

-A human being on their cycle will make a bot pregnant.

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Megatron entered the medbay of the Lost Light, feeling unusual warmth and pressure in his chest. "Ratchet," he said gruffly to get the medic's attention. "Something is...off. I feel as if I have consumed fool's energon again, but I know that is not the case."

He looked down at the medic, his optics betraying slight concern beneath his usual stern demeanour. "Examine me and determine what ails me. I need to be at full function." His pride did not allow him to admit weakness easily, but he trusted Ratchet's skills.

Ratchet nodded to First Aid and They as they stood ready to assist. He turned back to Megatron with a scrutinising gaze.

"When did you first notice the symptoms? Any other anomalies in your systems?" he asked gruffly, scanning the Decepticon warlord from head to foot with a diagnostic tool. The scans showed unusual activity in Megatron's Gestation chamber.

"Hmm...it appears your spark is pulsing more rapidly than normal. And the pressure you described suggests a buildup of energon flow." Ratchet paused, analysing the data. "This could indicate...no, it's not possible. Or is it...?" He leaned in closer, inspecting Megatron with keen optics.

"We'll need a more detailed scan. Over here, lay back - this won't hurt but may feel peculiar. First Aid, fire up the resonator. Ambulon you're in charge of monitoring vitals."

"What's wrong, ratchet he was fine this morning?" The human asked in concern.

Megatron lay back on the medical berth as directed, his massive frame dwarfing its size. his expression softened ever so slightly. As the detailed spark scan began, Ratchet's optics widened in surprise. "By the Allspark...it can't be..." He motioned First Aid "Look here. What do you see?"

First Aid peered at the monitor in amazement. "Two distinct spark pulses...but how is that possible?" Ratchet glanced over at Megatron, then back at the others. "It would seem Megatron himself is carrying sparkling. The increased energon flow and pressure were signs of protoform development beginning."

He chuckled wryly. "Well Megatron, it seems that fool's energon was not to blame after all. Congratulations...you're going to be a creator." Megatron's optics widened in disbelief at Ratchet's announcement. Carrying sparkling? It made no sense as far as he knew, spark merging could only occur between cybertronians and he had only been intimate with a human.

He sat up abruptly, almost knocking First Aid over, and glared down at Ratchet. "Explain yourself, medic! How is this possible? The human and I have been intimate but they clearly lack our means of conception." Ratchet held up a calming hand. "Peace, Megatron. I have a theory,"

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jazzy-man13 · 5 months

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Hcs for dating IDW Tarn, Deathsaurus, and Megatron

Tarn: He would only date you if you were a con. No exceptions.

Not a fan of pda, but if some other bot tries to flirt with you, he'll "take care" of them. He'll then proceed to keep his servos on you for the rest of the night to ensure that it doesn't happen again. A servo on your back, an arm around your waist, a hug from behind, you name it!

Would only use your real name around others, but in private he'd probably call you some scrap like "My pet" or "dolly". (Don't ask why. Also, major ick imo)

He won't treat you very differently from the rest of his crew, but he might be a little more lenient when it comes to you completing any assignments. He expects you to work as hard as anyone else would "for the cause" but you're definitely his favorite

Deathsaurus: He'd prefer to date a decepticon, but he's also not entirely opposed to someone from another faction. You'd have to be pretty special though.

Big pda mech! He firmly believes in expressing his love in whatever way possible, usually meaning he'll be found holding your servo or waist. As we all know, he has a strict "no secrets" policy, meaning he'll introduce you to his troops as soon as he can. lowkey just wants an excuse to show you off

He wouldn't admit it out loud, but he loves pet names! Darling, sweetspark, dear, my love, my spark- he's got a bunch of 'em for you. If you call him any of these back, he'll be grinning to no end.

Obviously, if you want to be with him, you'll have to respect his crew and his troops. He won't tolerate you or anyone else treating them like scrap. If you're kind and supportive of his troops, and get along with them well, he'll fall for you so damn hard and fast. He's a sucker for a responsible, productive, and capable bot that'll pull their weight.

Megatron: He's fine with dating any faction, though there might be some guilt lingering in the back of his mind if you're a con.

Not big on pda, or physical affection in general. His love language is probably acts of service, like helping you out with some of your tasks. He's not big on pet names, but he might call you "dear" sometimes. He doesn't mind any pet names or nicknames you give him though.

He'll give you datapads with his poetry sometimes, and he might even recite it out loud for you as you get closer. He'd be helm over heels for you if you're into poetry and write some for him as well- it'll hang on the wall in his room and he'll have it memorized. Even if you're not into poetry, he still enjoys spending quality time with you. It's nice for him to not feel judged or scrutinized around someone for once.

#transformers #megatron #deathsaurus #tarn #tf idw #idw megatron #idw tarn #idw deathsaurus #megatron x reader #Tarn x reader #Deathsaurus x reader #Random burst of motivation? Me? Never!#Uhhh maybe I'll get some requests done before the new year #If not then I'll probably just clear out my inbox and start again

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liaswritesrobots · 9 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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loveofbots · 8 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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robokisser2000 · 23 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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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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ikkosu · 4 months

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MY DARLING MEDIC

(fem.human.medic.reader x pharma)

summary : tarn strikes up a deal with pharma. but when he refuses, the tank takes up a more personal measure to confront him.

warning : angst. fluff (if you look real close💀). blood. this is the DJD what'd you exoect. bro I fucking died writing this. wanted to cut this in like several parts but decided to merge it together. wanted to write this into a multi-chaptered fic but my commitment could never. could be a series ig. lovely headers by @cafekitsune

One moment he's caught Ambulon at gunpoint, then the next he’s scampering down the halls, clutching the vials close to his chassis as he tears through for an exit. The game is up. He should've known better than to nab the easy path. Responsibility purges itself a mile away when confronted at the baseline of his problems. Now, it's got him cornered and Ratchet — who barged into the room — his friend, his oh-so-dear friend, pulls up a blaster.

PHARMA doesn’t know what to say.

Points it at his face.

His own mirth were flaked with rust, crinkled into a grimace, where along the crevices, the miniscule cracks, oozed spatter of crimson. The gun was unsteady; he’s shaking. He's infected. The uncomfortable feeling of your insides twisting punched him back. It gutted him more than he could realize and he’s got no guts, just thrumming circuits struggling, and failing, to prevent the inevitable.

So he does just that— prevent the inevitable.

A, one, two, three BANG of bullets barrage the other side of the room. Disregarding the startled shout of surprise, he stepped round the corner, making a beeline for the shaft. Storms of remorse whirled around his processors as he pulls himself up the ladder. It jostled and creak, much like how his jitter palms does when he's drunk on andrenaline.

He’s made that mistake again. He should’ve known better. He should’ve. Impulse stumps logic and now, he's outside. In the cold. Digits clinched the edge, close to slipping. Close to falling. Ratchet is aboven and where his optics catch below, he can see the fall, the descending vertigo of ire before his eyes.

“Pharma, buddy — what the hell happened to you?”

YOU scroll aimlessly through the datapad.

He doesn’t know; he might never will.

Propped against the armchair, legs crossed and ankle bobbing, the screen flared your face with a soft blue-ish glow as the lines of words blurred together the more you strained to stare.

You're bored. Tired, too. But mostly bored. You were able to rest in your office after a tough match with several unruly patients. They were mechs. Pretty big mechs. And, they were a little, ah, how do you put this, organicophobes?

One of them had a more dire diagnosis : a t-cog malfunction. A type 3 kind. One that involved the t-cog overheating from too much usage, causing it to, in a way if you were to explain in human terms, like an organ, rot. It was deteriorating quick and the metal shards, miniscule ones, had already infected the internal circuitry.

A kind of job that required smaller, steady hands.

In short, they required humans.

You can handle a bit of discrimination — resentment against Organics was normal here despite the rules ensured to prevent so — but it still gutted you, knowing these mechs can do better than to hate another race from their own.

Especially when the said race tried to save their life.

A little bit of acknowledgment doesn't hurt from time to time.

You hope they were doing well, though.

The silence of the room was broken by footsteps approaching your office. The sliding doors opened with a swish and there you could discern the wide Cheshire grin of smugness amidst the slight darkness of the room. You should really stop shutting the lights, its begging to hurt your eyes. His teeth were practically glowing and was obvious he's quite in a good mood today.

You tucked the datapad inside the cabinet and caved against the cushion of the armchair, tipping your chin up into a smile, brimming with curiosity. One much as a 'whats he gonna pull this time?' type of curiosity.

“Working hard, I presume?” He croons, slinking across the room to your cubicle with several strides.

You quirk a brow; he's got something behind his back but you don’t press.

“Depends on which report you’re haggling me about,” You reply back, a playful smile. “Though, I can’t say for sure which region I am currently hard in, doctor. Would you like a scan?"

It catches him off gaurd for a moment — a simple one, two, three blink of his optics and your smile prods wider upon the not so subtle twitch of his wings. It sags in frustration.

“And here I thought I might have, for once, an appropriate greeting from my darling. I can never grasp your vulgar little mind, no less the entire mapping of your organic, squishy little brain,” His optics twitches as he vents. "But I’m not here to lecture you on prudence, no. I’ve got you a little, ah, herbal gift from my trip off world. The one you adore so much.” Then he adds with a mumble. "So much more than me, apparently.”

You perk up, and if you’re anything like a bunny, those ears would straghten right up to the brim. "What, like tea?”

"Even better, dear."

A ceramic mug is quickly perched onto your desk with a clink. You can't help but to coo in adoration at the utterly adorable little thing. It’s those tiny little teacups with teal blue flowers pasted across. A petite like holder, round and smooth, accommodated the curl of your finger. Nostalgia wrings you nto its clutches, back to teatime with your stuffed animals. You'd always be the princess.

You inhale the drink, warm steam wisps from tea, the color is an emerald-like-ore cadence under the stark white light.

"Since when did they have green tea in Nexus?"

"Earth, apparently. Globalization this, Space-localization that. Ignore the specifics. I'm sure you're better off without another lesson in economy?"

"I'd rather keep my thinking intact."

“Hm, that's a lot less fun. Anywho, I've taken some of my time to make it myself.” He pronounced, optics closed, regarding the cup with a theatrical wave proudly. "In fact, I have purchased the finest, well-endowed tea packet from the best of the best merchants. Never mind the cost, it's a splendid little thing, no?”

You’re still a little stunned admiring the cup but you blurt the first thing to mind.

“Smells fruity, for sure.”

He snaps one optic open, then entire look falls into offense. “Fruity is not what I had in mind.”

Ah, fuck.

"....nice?”

"Not that, either.”

“Ah, er, well — Great....?"

“Try again, dear.”

“C'mon docbot, what do you want me to say?”

”I’ve bought a tea packet that costs more than what this entire hospital is worth and you're describing it as 'nice?'”

You scrambled for words, fishing for the right one until— “Fragrant!" You snap your finger. "Right, fragrance.”

He stares.

You stare.

His rigidness loosens a little.

“One of these days I should really lecture you on the essence of compliments. See there? The mug is a ceramic. I’ve taken much care to handle it. It's from a lovely old organic. Her little shop in Nexus are a must to visit again."

You lean against your palm, eyes crinkled, cheeks round with warmth. “Is this a compensation?"

"For breaking your bed, yes—" you choke a little at that "—Now, go on, taste it.” He bends over to rest his elbows on the table, perching his chin on his two servos like a girl would, kicking their little feet during a sleepover.

“Don’t you have to buy me a new bed to compensate for that?”

He huffs, “ I already did. This is a bonus. Now, stop stalling. I have a patient to tend in a few hours and unless you've not taken a sip, I'm not going anywhere."

"Right, right. No pressure, doc."

"Very much."

You pinch the cup between your index and thumb. A pinkie is jutted out the for dramatics where you caught his lethargic look of disdain to it. And the final act concludes when the rim kisses your lips and you take a sip.

"Well?"

You stare at the ceiling for a moment.

"s'good...woah, real good." You blink in surprise, licking your lips to process the taste. "It's like my mother's! How'd you make this?"

“I was hoping you’d ask that.” He takes it upon himself to sit on your desk, inching close. "It's a, well, how do I put this — an obscure ingredient I am not willing to disclose."

"...You didn't lace this with laxatives didn't you?" You challenge.

"Laxatives?" He almost balks. "No, of course not. Why would I ever do such a thing? Think again."

You squint like that'll help you think. "Vanilla extract?"

"No."

"Oh, come on! Sugar?"

"Not a chance, dear."

"Milk."

"Far from close."

"Salt?"

"Are you serious?"

"What is this, 20 questions? I'll die by the time I cover the whole list of ingredients." You stand up with a huff.

All he does return, however, is a bemused crinkle of mirth from his eyes.He says nothing, only curling out a digit where it prods the area just above your chest. He taps it. Once. Then twice. It took a moment before the cogs turned on its own, and when it does, your cheeks flared up much to your chagrin.Oh. Oh. Your heart. The secret ingredient is—

—love?

You slumped to your chair, clutching your face to fight away the embarrassment at his audacity. You wanted to say it was the lamest, cheap, heart grabbing compliment of all time but you can't.

You just can't.

It's too....sweet.

"I swear Pharma...." If anything, you're reduced to a sputtering mess.

"Pharma? Not so much. I think 'God' would be the latter end. I swear to God, no?"

"Okay smartass."

"I know my rear-end is quite fine. Though, reduce your compliments to the bedroom, please."

"Pharma!"

There was something innately fond with how he’s fixated upon your scrunched up faces and agitated eyes.

Your eyes, they were always so expressive, so bright, much like stars when they flicker amidst the darkest night. A miniscule notion yet so wide in prominence. A haven he could dwell in when plagued upon with sullen days.

He couldn’t resist, and with his digits squishing your cheeks, he pulls you close. The agitation melts the moment you feel his lips against your temple, cheek, nose then your lips.

You glare at him when he pulls away."

"...You’re really making it hard for me to focus my angry molecules into an explosive blast, you know."

“Blast? Please, the least you can do is wield a knife and you're horrible at combat.Also, that's scientifically inaccurate.”

“Oh, shut up.” You look away, faltering at the sight of the door. “....You know what I meant.”

“How about you, as the humans would say, shut me up for a change?" His eyes became playful, tone borderline seductive. You're still fixated on the door. “On the topic of something explosive. Since we’re getting off our shift early today, I was wondering if you’re willing to test the new coils on our bed—“

“….Pharma?” But your eyes on fixed on somewhere else, or someone behind him.

"Doctor."

That isn't your voice.

Pharma’s sensor flares much as his wings did when he whirled around. His spark churned at the sight of the engraved decepticon insignia on his chassis and the gruesome signature mask upholstered on the mech’s face. A mask intended to revel fear, douse the flames of sanity.

Instantly the atmosphere shifted.

It dawns upon him how vulnerable he currently is. How close youre in proximity to the tank. How easily he could tear through the room and kill you. Lodge a knife through your chest. Leave you there on the floor. Skull, cracked. Brains, spooling. Blood agash. A simple red stain on the rag.

Pharma is terrified — he’s terrified of his unpredictability. Whatever thoughts are churning in his head are reduced to a blank slate as his shadow looms over, dwarfing his frame. He's not even moving. Just lingering there by the door. Any second now he could lose his temper and any second later you could be dead. Reduced to atoms. When crimson eyes flickered over, leaning to the side to get a better look, Pharma steps aside to shield you from his gaze.

“I’ll be there, Tarn.” He says stiffly.

The mech regards you for a moment before striding off. Away. The doors swished closed. How'd he knows where he was?

“Who’s that?” You ask, an innocent question he wished he could answer but Pharma pulls you up to your feet, his optics locked on the door.

“No one important, darling .” He replies yet he's already packing your stuff, pulling and shoving everything from your desk. His servos are jittery, wings twitching, brows furrowed.

You follow him around, wringing your hands. "Pharma? I thought you said—“

“Go home without me, dear.” He whirls around after tucking in your jacket into the last slot of your pouch and slips the bag over your shoulder. "It’s late and you have an early shift tommorow, no?"

You deflate, defeated. "Yeah, but i—"

"I have a meeting to attend. It'll be be fine. I won't stay up too late, I promise."

You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. He’s composed but you know he’s not. You know from the twitch of his digits he’s hiding something. He's a cunning deceptive man amidst all the layers but he's never a good liar. You wonder if it’s a reasonable time to press but in the end he’ll just figure out another lie to deceive you.

It'll hurt to leave.

You give him a wry grin. “Don’t stay up too late then or she’ll hog the covers.”

“Fortify the bed for me.” He pulls you for a kiss. "Get home safe."

PHARMA doesn’t want to open the door.

"Will do, doc bot."

Instead, he's pacing the front, wringing his servos, muttering to himself. He knows he should. But the temptation to stride in, get it over with, then walk back out was inviting. An in and out kind of ordeal wasn't the kind Tarn tolerates, much rather, he's mech hiding behind the facade of patience.

He's the worst to impatient.

Steeling himself, Pharma juts his chin up, bearing his usual haughty demeanor and barges through the door. Tarn's imposing presence was enough to halt his circuity but he pulls on the act, pedes an impatient thunk against the floor he rounds the desk, slumping on the chair. Unbothered.

“Make it quick. I have my duties to attend. Another influx of patients up from the east were admitted today. My schedules are full."

Tarn says nothing, regards him for a moment before tossing a deception insignia onto the table. It skidded across, bumping his elbow. By the scrapped off sheen of metal surrounding the symbol, it appears to be ripped out. There’s still energon on it. Barely dry. Pharma pulls away with a grimace. He needed air.

"One of your patients that I've taken care of."

By taken : unruly, unethical forms of torture.

“You ruined a nicely done table in favor of your dramatics.”

“Dramatics to which I prefer not to be taken ever so loosely, doctor." He flicks off a chip fron his talons. It plinks on his desk.

“You’re hiding them here.” He grits, a smooth croon of his voice. So deep, relaxing if not for the fact that he's close enough to snap his neck broken.

“No, I do not,”

“You know better than to lie to me, Pharma. You see, I know everything and it doesn’t take long for me to wrench that truth out of you, I assure you. So, answer me : are you hiding them here?"

“What does it matter to you?"

"A whole lot if you're anywhere close to the ranks of a deception warrior. But, for this circumstance, I will turn a blind eye to it and leave you alone."

Pharma straightens up, surprise. "Impossible. There should be a catch."

He can imagine how smug the smile behind the mask is. A crinkle of his eyes, a gentle prod of his lips — a facade so deceiving it was hard to believe this mech was the cause for all the sufferings they've imposed upon those traitors.

"Yes. And I'll get to the point. I accepted your rejection to your proposal last week because I understood your hesitance. I gave you time to think about it and right now it is dire I require more stocks of the T-cogs. Refuse me and I'll have to take up a more, personal counteractive measure to persuade you."

Pharma stiffens. He tries not to glance at your framed picture on his desk.

"You wouldn't want that would you?"

He narrows his optics. “I don’t know what you mean,"

Tarn shoots out an arm, wide digits curled around his neck cables before he yanks him close, clamping down, choking him. The doctor struggles, clawing at his chest.

“You’re meddling with an organic, Pharma—"Tarn croons, squeezing tighter with every disgust that laced his word. "—That is what I mean and while I prefer not to cut out the pleasantries, she will suffer from the consequences of your actions if you’re not going to concede. So, I’m going to make myself clear. Do you accept that deal or do you not?’’

Pharma tugs on his wrist to loosen the grip

“Please, anything, please, I—“ He holds up his hands placatingly, choking down his last grip of pride. "I'll do it. I'll do it! Just don't..."

Please, don’t hurt her.

"....Just don't. She's innocent. Don't bring her into this, Tarn. She's a remarkable doctor, please—"

Tarn releases his hold. Pharma drops to the ground, clutching his neck.

"I'll send you the list of requirements and a few donors willing to concede. You know where to find me when a problem arises."

Pharma is still on the ground, shaking, pressing his helm against the cold, metal floor. The footsteps disappear much like the diminishing hope in his chassis.He shouldn’t have listened, he shouldn’t have. Tarn and his sweet, sweet lies that’ were always so alluring, drawing him into the abyss.

You're in front of him. Behind was Tarn. He's got a blaster. And from the core were wisps of smoke,

THE tea cup, the one with the flowers painted across were discarded shards on the floor. Fragmented much like the reality he denies as he's wrangled behind. Arms tied. Wrists bounded. He stares, distraught.

”Ph..Pharma…” You’re confused as your palm hover overs the stain, the hole on your torso, the white a crimson red. You look down then up, expression contorted like you're asking him why. “I- I don’t understand…” You ramble and three frantic steps back you collapse, stumbling to the floor.

"What have you done....." Pharma tries to wrench away from Helex's grasp, voice rising to octaves. "Organic internal structures are weaker than a Cybertronians! This blow is fatal, do you not realize she'll die?!

Tarn steps over your body, and marches over to the jet, grabbing his face with a forceful shove. "Think again before you lecture me about those flesh-like scum. Why do you think I've chosen this method of action to condemn your actions with?"

"I couldn't get hold of the corpses in time!" He's frantic, shuffling, leaning aside to peer over the wide shoulders of Tarn. " They're not easy to get when you're a doctor every hour. I couldn't possibly kill the patients, cant I? Please, she needs medical attention, Tarn."

"And it's delayed, much like how you delayed my commodities."

"A deal is a deal. You should know better than to disrupt it."

He should've known better.

Pharma shoots out an arm, he clutches the white jacket, the sleeve, pulling the body. He ignores how heavy, how limp and lifeless you were, compared to the motning when you were just laughing, rolling around on the bed that smelt like lavender, smiling about some pointless joke you scoured from the net.

With each pull, crimson stained and scraped the concrete floor, grime collecting at the base of your body. He doesn't seem to mind. He's too tired. Much too lethargic. When he's got you in his arms, he cradles you, holding you. His digits pinch your cheeks, You’re not warm anymore. You’re cold. Just like his armour, just like the air, just like your eyes. Much like a star, it's doused. The brightness — it's gone. No longer flickering. A mass, the singular speck, gone.

“Pharma, buddy —what the hell happened?”

“Everything. Everything did.”

He cups your jaw, presses a kiss to your temple, your nose, then one last lingering kiss to your lips.

#maccadam #transformers x reader #transformers #ikkosuwrites #pharma #pharma x reader #idw pharma #angst #Tarn x reader #mtmte tarn #mtmte #idw #canon divergent #transformers idw #mtmte pharma x reader #mtmte pharma #mtmte tarn x reader

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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.

#mtmte rodimus #mtmte swerve #swerve x reader #mtmte tarn #idw tarn #djd tarn #transformers tarn #mtmte #mtmte fanfic #mtmte x reader

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tinydefector · 21 days

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Giggling rn cuz when it's too hot for me, i just lay on the floor cuz it's cooler. So imagine laying on your bots cold metal berth instead of the small warm bed they made for you and they'd be all like "??? W-why? I made you a warm place to sleep so you don't freeze to death"

That's the thing pookie, idc if you have the AC on or whatever you have on that damn ship, Im still sleeping on something flat, hard and cold

@delectableworm

I think this is so funny cause I atm am going into winter and am wrapped up in blankets XD.

And like imagine bots could work both ways. The ship runs hot cause they are metal beings and the heat helps them function but it makes the human's on board melt cause it's hitting nearly 40°c on the ship and the humans are just sweating their asses off, plating on any cold surface possible including bots then rolling when said patch gets to hot. The turning sinks and bowls into indoor pools just to fight the heat.

But also, bots run that hot they have the ship on 5°c and humans are just cold. Them constantly latched onto the bots cause they run hot and are the humans' walking heater at that point. You'll find bots with humans piled on them with blankets and pillows to soak in the heat radiating off them. Humans wedging themselves under plating. And it leads to somehow how a human ending up curled around one of the bots sparks at one point and bots freaking out cause spark boding is for Conjunx Endura and can result in sparklings Jokes on them, one of the bots gets sparked up by a human. So now it's the fact of stopping humans from seeking out the warmth of their sparks and risk the chance of getting sparked. Them theres other bots who purposefully seek them out for that reason.

A massive sign gets put up.

"DONT LET THE HUMANS CRAWL IN YOUR SPARK CHAMBER YOU WILL GET SPARKED!"

"CHECK ARMOUR FOR HUMANS BEFORE RECHARGING!"

Bot who got sparked was infact Megatron and not Rodimus.

Closely followed by Rodimus and Brainstorm being a dumbass wanting to know what it felt like for science.

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fandom-go-round · 2 years

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Can I request a Yandere Monster Soundwave x Scientist Female Reader x Yandere Monster Tan Escaped Facility Au

This turned a bit into SCPish so hopefully you don’t mind! Also, I’m assuming you meant Tarn so I’m going with him and Soundwave.

Warnings: Death, Minor Character Death, Violence, Building Collapsing, Harm to Reader (Blood, Concussion), Implied Physical Manipulation, Implied Hypnotism, Talk of Supernatural Powers

The alarms are grating against your senses, lights flashing and making the hallway strobe. The backup power has finally kicked on, but it only lights up small strips on the floor, the white light supposedly leading to the exit. You had been following the lights when the end of the hallway was suddenly bathed in red light and you quickly backtracked. You tried your best to ignore the screaming, hands clasped over your stomach but shaking hard.

The building shakes and you slam into the wall, struggling to stay upright and not hit the floor. A loud ringing begins to fill your ears and you wince, slamming your hands against your head. You know that if the creature making the sound is who you think, it won’t help but it’s better than nothing.

A lower drone makes the floor shake and you stumble again, crying out as your arm slams into the wall. Your entire right side goes numb and it takes you a moment to realize the hallway is silent. Distantly, you think you hear gun fire but it sounds like you’re underwater. A quick pinch proves that you’re not dreaming, even as you watch black tentacles slowly slide into the hallway in front of you.

At first you don’t think they’re real, the flashing lights forcing you to blink more often to stay focused. You’ve never seen them outside of a cell; you remember your notes saying that no one had any idea how long they really were. Purple light pulses between the sections, reminding you that these are metal implements, nothing soft or organic about them. This confirms your worst fears and you turn to run the opposite direction, a band of bright red standing tall in the hall.

You don’t look back, even as sound rushes back to you and you hear the scraping of metal on drywall. It’s not moving fast, just a tickle behind your head but you’re not keen on finding out what ‘Soundwave’ wants with you. You recognize one of the creatures you’ve been studying for months and know that being out of the cell is bad news.

An explosion goes off in front of you, drywall and plaster exploding in front of you. The world goes dark as something slams into your head, vision going white and then blurry. You try to find your footing, but the floor gives out and you fall. The sensation of free fall is too much for your body and you lose consciousness, the sound of metal fading into nothing.

♥

Awareness comes back slowly and painfully, the alarms distant and soft. You try to move and pain flares, causing you to moan and jerk back. This causes another wave of agony and you stop moving, breathing slowly and trying to figure out what’s going on. Finally, you open your eyes and took in the hallway, letting out a hiss.

It’s dark but the emergency lights are still somehow on. The entire hallway is collapsed, the only reason you weren’t dead being a huge support beam above you. It was clearly in the wrong position but had somehow gotten stuck on it’s way down and created a barrier. The rest of the hall wasn’t as lucky.

Looking up sends a wave of nausea through you but you keep searching, distantly thinking that you probably had a concussion. The hallway above you isn’t really in better shape, huge gaps in the floor meaning that even if you get up there, options would be limited. It’s only when you start to move again, your legs specifically, that you realize you’re pinned.

“Fuck.” Even as you whisper it feels too loud, your body freezing for a moment before you begin trying to move the rocks surrounding you. Your leg is caught between two large boulders and it’s a miracle that you hadn’t broken the bone. At least you think it isn’t broken. The sound of movement deeper in the hallway makes you freeze, eyes scanning for anything.

You got careless. You could admit it. It’s hard to stay focused around you when there are dead bodies staring back. One of the people you think you recognize, maybe it was Kara from down the hall? She was always willing to get coffee with you and holy hell this was real and people were dead and –

“Well well.” Your entire body goes limp, every muscle relaxing against your will. Your head hits the concrete slab behind you with a ‘crack’ pain radiating through your spine. You whimper, eyes wide and glued onto the from above you.

You recognize this creature too. Tarn was what the others called him and he was almost the complete opposite of Soundwave. Chatty and willing to talk, he would speak circles around anyone and everyone who would listen. Most of his rambling were full of contradictions but you still wrote them down, needing them for evidence.

You open your mouth to speak and choke, metal squeezing around your throat. You hadn’t realized the tentacle was around your neck until too late, the pressure making you even more lightheaded. Tarn looks over your shoulder at something in the distance, the purple light giving you a clear idea of who it is. He chuckles, the shadows making up his form vibrating and having to reform again.

“It seems we have something to discuss then.” There was no response from behind you except for the metal to squeeze tighter and you whimpered. Tarn turned to you and you swore it felt like he was smiling.

#transformers #macaddam #transformers imagine #soundwave x reader #tarn x reader #tf soundwave #tf tarn #transformers idw #transformers prime #exophilia #yandere #reader x robot #soundwave #tfp soundwave #tarn #soundwave imagine #tarn imagine

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bloodmoon-bites · 10 months

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Alrighty the transformers x reader has won the poll! who do you want it written with?

Xeno's crackhead cafe on Tumblr

#transfomers x reader #transformers idw #transformers prime #Sunder x reader #megatron x reader #tarn x reader #overlord x reader #predaking x reader #pharma x reader #overlord mtmte #sunder mtmte #tarn idw #tarn mtmte #megatron tfp #tfp megatron 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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robokisser2000 · 24 days

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WAIT

what if you do like- a sin, (in decepticon terms- betrayal or unloyal to the cause) and you go to the DJD (specifically tarn) to beg for forgiveness.

like you spare a autobot, instant put-on-the list material. So you quickly go to tarn, to beg for forgiveness.

and tarn is like- a Christian loser, a virgin, his only lover is his hand. So maybe his punishment could be,, ‘interfacing’- ‘punishing’ you and making you atone for your actions

AND your like- really desperate to not, like, die so of course you say yes- thing is, your a virgin too-

uuuhhh- going crazy guys-

#transformers #transformers idw #x reader #valveplug #tarn #DJD #HEAR ME PUT GUYS #HEAR ME OUT

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raven-loop · 1 year

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Fandoms I Write For:

Note: The characters in "[]" are the ones I'm most fond of and will write the most for.

Games:

God of War/God of War Ragnarok [Heimdall, Kratos, Baldur]

The Arcana [Lucio, Julian]

Movies/Series:

Helluva Boss [Stolas]

Books/Comics:

Transformers IDW [Tarn, Starscream]

Note: As I continue writing I will likely add and remove fandoms. Also I know there aren't many fandoms here so sorry about that :') I do plan on adding more in the future!

#Transformers #IDW #Helluva Boss #God of war #God of war Ragnarök #The Arcana #Heimdall #Kratos #X reader #starscream #Tarn

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callsign-relic · 9 months

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Masterlist

Transformers Prime

Optimus Prime

- Optimus x GN!Human!Reader: Optimus knows you’ve been overworking yourself, and takes it upon himself to gently carry you to bed.

- Yandere!First Contact!Optimus x Fem!Human!Reader: After rescuing you from accidentally getting caught in the crossfire of a Decepticon attack, Optimus decides it’s safer if a poor, helpless creature like you stays with him from now on.

- ^^^ Sequel - Yandere!First Contact!Optimus x Fem!Human!Reader: As you finally awake, Optimus welcomes you to your new home— not that you ever agreed on staying.

Ratchet

- Ratchet x GN!Human!Reader: Ratchet helps comfort you after arthritic pains make it difficult for you to stay comfortable.

Arcee

- Arcee x Fem!Human!Reader: You help cheer Arcee up with some cuddles after she's been feeling lost in her thoughts.

Smokescreen

- First Contact!Smokescreen x Male!Human!Reader: Smokescreen comes across you at a street in the middle of the night, meeting his very first human.

Megatron

- Megatron x GN!Minicon!Reader: Megatron brings you into his thrall after you profess your loyalty to him and the Decepticon cause.

- Megatron x GN!Human!Reader: Megatron comforts his pet after you express to him that you’re having a rough time.

Starscream

- First Contact!Starscream x GN!Human!Reader: Starscream crashes your jet, and scours the wreckage for you.

- Starscream x GN!Human!Reader: Starscream realizes he's slowly falling for you, an unwilling captive of the Decepticons.

- Starscream x Fem!Human!Reader: After finding an injured Starscream hidden deep within the woods, you tend to his wounds-- much to his displeasure.

- ^^^ Sequel - Starscream x Fem!Human!Reader: Spending some time with Starscream, he discovers you've been making drawings of him.

- ^^^ Sequel - Starscream x Fem!Human!Reader: After you catch him by surprise, Starscream allows you to stargaze with him.

Knockout

- Knockout x GN!Human!Reader: Knockout admires your detailing work, and decides to bring you with him to the Nemesis. Not without thoroughly terrifying you first, though.

Breakdown

- Breakdown x GN!Human!Reader: Breakdown does his best to tolerate you as you annoy him with your constant affection.

Shockwave

- First Contact!Shockwave x GN!Human!Reader: Shockwave comes across one of earth’s many intriguing specimens, and decides to take you as a sample for his research.

More Than Meets the Eye/Lost Light (IDW Gen 1)

Rodimus

- First Contact!Rodimus x GN!Human!Reader: A six-part series where Rodimus spends just a little too much time with you, and you plan your escape.

- ^^^ Sequel - First Contact!Rodimus x GN!Human!Reader: Now that the two of you can communicate, you and Rodimus explore and establish boundaries with one another.

- Rodimus x Fem!Human!Reader: You cheer Rodimus up after he blames himself after coming out of a mission with you injured.

- Rodimus x Fem!Human!Reader: Rodimus is touched starved, and you give him all the affection he’s missed.

- NSFW | Vore | Rodimus x AFAB!Human!Reader: After an exciting night for the both of you, Rodimus has a unique idea for how he wants to ‘clean you up’.

Ultra Magnus/Minimus Ambus

- Ultra Magnus/Minimus Ambus x GN!Human!Reader: Minimus struggles to process his feelings for you after you accidentally catch him outside of the Magnus Armor.

Megatron

- Yandere!Megatron x GN!Human!Reader: Megatron “rescues” you as the DJD attack the Lost Light.

- ^^^ Sequel - Yandere!Megatron x GN!Human!Reader: Tarn adjusts himself to your presence aboard the Peaceful Tyranny.

- TastyAU!Megatron x GN!Human!Reader: Megatron indulges himself in human tastes after not doing it for so long. He feels bad, but you just taste so good.

Ratchet

- First Contact!Ratchet x GN!Human!Reader: After stumbling across you, Ratchet deems it a good time to run a quick examination on you.

- First Contact!Ratchet + Drift x GN!Human!Reader: The pair of bots find you in the medbay battered and bruised, and debate what to do with you.

^^^ Sequel - FirstContact!Ratchet + Drift x GN!Human!Reader: The two bots try to find out just what it is you are, attempting to gain your trust all the while.

Swerve

- Swerve x GN!Human!Reader: You notice when Swerve begins to distance himself from the crew while keeping up a happy act, and you resolve to confront him about it.

- First Contact!Swerve x GN!Human!Reader: Swerve finally runs into a human after the Lost Light makes a pit stop on earth— and you’re that (un)lucky human.

Whirl

- Whirl x GN!Human!Reader: Whirl meets his very first human, and you have the (dis)pleasure of dealing with him.

- Whirl x GN!Human!Reader: After you’ve had a bad day, Whirl decides to try and help comfort you through the use of his holoform.

Rung

- First Contact!Rung x GN!Human!Reader: Rung adjusts to the fact that he’s tasked with taking care of you, and you become the Lost Light’s (un)official Therapy Human.

^^^ Sequel - First Contact!Rung x GN!Human!Reader: Rung can’t sleep, and you use your skills as the ship’s Therapy Human to make sure Rung feels loved.

Fortress Maximus

- Fortress Maximus x GN!Human!Reader: You run into Fort Max after not quite watching your step aboard the ship, and panic ensues.

Drift

- First Contact!Drift + Ratchet x GN!Human!Reader: The pair of bots find you in the medbay battered and bruise, and debate what to do with you.

^^^ Sequel - FirstContact!Drift + Ratchet x GN!Human!Reader: The two bots try to find out just what it is you are, attempting to gain your trust all the while.

Pharma

- First Contact!Pharma x Fem!Human!Reader: After stumbling across you in his medical lab, Pharma takes the opportunity to learn all about the oddities of human anatomy.

Transformers Animated

Jazz

- Jazz x GN!Human!Reader: You and Jazz have trouble saying goodbye as Jazz has to leave for a mission he’s not sure when he’ll return from.

Megatron

- Megatron x GN!Human!Reader: Megatron is looking for you, and he doesn’t care if he has to destroy a city in the process.

Transformers G1

Note: I do not write for G1 as I haven't watched it yet, but I was inspired to write one piece after watching an episode :)

- Skyfire/Jetfire x GN!Human!Reader: Skyfire rescues you after you find yourself lost in a heavy snowstorm.

- Vore | First Contact!Skyfire/Jetfire x GN!Human!Reader: Skyfire takes you back home, but has to quickly figure out how to hide you when Starscream comes by.

#masterlist #we're gonna ignore the fact that this is my third time making this #:)

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