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DO tell me more about Tarn cucking the others after being neglected for so long...

Not edited DOING THIS SHIT RAW!!!! 2.7k words

Warning: straight up filthy valveplug

Mostly Tarn focused

It's not fair to Tarn, it was him who worshipped you first, it was him who devoted his whole life— as Damus, as Glitch, and as Tarn— to you! So why are they the ones who get to touch you in such a way? Why do THEY have the right to worship your body when he has worshipped everything about you?

It's not right… it was supposed to be him that should be underneath you, caressing your body, adoring it in reverence. Which is why, after days that felt like years of neglect, he approached you, not in anger, but in desperation.

And you… his kind deity, his beloved master has given him permission to worship your body, just him, and nobody else. Just as you promised, he entered your room, you alone and him alone, nobody to bother you, and nobody to steal you away.

The moment you open your mouth, he's already on his knees, looking up at you with such reverence in his optics you almost stopped breathing. As you look down on him, his face bare and uncovered by his mask, Tarn almost cried. For days he hasn't been able to worship you, always being cockblocked by Rung, Fort Maximus, and Overlord… Especially Overlord.

But now, it's all about him, and everyone be damned if they try to stop him from tasting you this time. Which he does and by Primus you taste amazing. The weeks of celibacy made him needy, made him want to stay beneath you for hours and he feels like he could overload just by tasting your delicious fluids. Somehow, perhaps by sheer will, he doesn’t, but he does moan in pleasure after feeling your affectionate touch on his helm.

You must have enjoyed what he’s doing as he can feel your hips slightly grind down on him. He wanted to stay down there, he really does, but when he heard heavy footsteps walking towards your room he stopped, growling in frustration. He could not help but sin in your presence, the flames of greed and envy flaring, growing hotter and hotter and quickly manifested in him hunched over you, hiding your body under his as his servos gripped you tight against him.

The first thing the group, which consisted of Overlord, Fort Maximus, and somehow Rung saw was Tarn’s back. What made them pause was not him, but the demeanor he’s showing. It was like a feral dog, guarding his property, and perhaps in this moment — he was.

Overlord—like the bold mech that he is— tried to step closer, saying something about letting him play with you two but Tarn merely said one phrase and Overlord felt his frame grind to a stop.

“You are not getting them,” he says with a growl, his possessiveness peeking through.

No matter what Overlord does his frame wouldn't move, frozen, or perhaps paralyzed by Tarn’s voice. The other two were no better, they themselves paralyzed by his voice.

“Who is it, Tarn?” Your voice can be heard from underneath Tarn, who in turn cooed at you in reassurance, nuzzling his nose into your neck.

“Nobody your grace, it's just those pests that pleasured you without worship. Like you are merely a toy and not a deity made to be worshipped,” he mumbles, his breath tickling your neck.

Tarn started kissing you, from your forehead, to your cheek, and down to your neck. He whimpers when he feels your hands caress his helm. It's sweet, intimate, and he realized how much misses being held and touched by you, his beloved deity.

That moment didn't last for too long before Overlord interrupted the intimate display.

“So…Can I–”

“No!” Tarn snaps at him and all you can see is purple as he curls in even closer to you, “Get out! It's supposed to be my turn! Mine! They're mine!”

Of course, Overlord didn't like that and he spewed curses at Tarn, unable to use his body to attack him. Another growl rips out from Tarn's intake before it abruptly stops, a thought crossing his processor and a grin, which you thought was adorable—or as adorable as a giant war machine can be. You opened your mouth to ask him what he's doing but he beat you to it.

“I'll let you watch, just as you have let me watch you take my deity. This is my generous act, to you, and to my beloved,” He nuzzles his faceplate back into your neck, leaving one kiss before you find yourself sitting on his lap but still facing him.

“You will not be able to see their face, as it is my time and I want them to only see me. Do you understand? If not, get out, you do not deserve to see my deity like this.”

Overlord grumbles but reluctantly agrees, as well as Fort Maximus and Rung. They settled in their respective areas, choosing to sit in front of the berth to get a clearer view, Rung to the right of Overlord and Fort Max to his left.

Tarn doesn't like how close they are but at least they listened to him.

“My deity…”

He starts off slow, kissing you all over your face but not on your lips, too afraid to boldly kiss you. However, you didn't seem to like that as you firmly grabbed his cheek to fully kiss him, his frame shuddering in pure love.

Tarn loses all his dominance as his servos roam all over your body, clinging, almost clawing at your skin as he tries to ground himself with your flesh. His pelvis twitched eagerly, pressing his intake deeper into the kiss.

When you pulled away from him, he whimpered which then caused Overlord to mock him, but he is left ignored when Tarn gently grabs you and moves you to straddle his faceplate while he lays down.

“We didn't get to finish what we started earlier, your grace… so please, let me taste you…”

Tarn's engine roars loudly as you give him the gift of your mercy and have him taste you again. His modesty panel clicks open and the three bystanders get a full face of his array, his valve leaking and his spike standing tall in attention. He started thrusting into his servo as his glossa licks you and sucks you, his eager moans loudly echoing around the chamber.

Fort Max, unable to hold himself back any longer and not having any choice, opened his array as well, fingering his valve and squeezing his spike to the debauchery.

Overlord follows through, playing with his valve as he makes an o shape with his servo and starts licking it, imitating him licking your hole.

Rung on the other hand is still reluctant to indulge in his lust, but underneath him pools his own transfluid, which he tries to hide with his thighs.

Tarn continues with his worship, his pelvis thrusting upwards to fuck his servo. He can feel your fluids dripping down onto his faceplate which his glossa tried to catch.

Within moments, your climax came, and it caught him off guard when you put your whole weight down on him. Of course, he greedily gulps down the climax as his own transfluid drips down his spike. He did not overload, no, he can't, not without your explicit permission.

It was your moan of pure pleasure that cracked Rung’s self control, and in the end, he found himself hunched over himself, on his knees, bouncing on his own digits shoved inside his slick valve. He keeps muttering about how sorry he is, which Overlord just laughs at and pushes Rung's aft lower, forcing his digits deeper into himself. But even when tormenting Rung, he doesn’t stop with his own enjoyment, his servo moving from his valve and up to his spike, teasing the tip by pinching it.

The third mech was no better either, Fort Max crawled closer to the berth, stretching his neck to peek at your arched back with your head slightly tilted back to face him. He felt jealous seeing your eyes rolled back in pleasure, muttering about how it should be his whose faceplate you’re riding.

When you start getting overstimulated by the constant pleasure, you lightly push down on Tarn’s helm, fighting against his neediness to taste you. He folds easily to your will, panting and whimpering as he licks the excess liquid around his intake. Tarn waits for you to calm down from your high, spike in attention, ready to bust after his meal. The others stay quiet, or as quiet as Overlord can be considering he seems to be having a great time squeezing his spike. When you turned to look at them they displayed different emotions. Overlord chose to tease you by licking the air, as if showing how better he is at using his glossa than Tarn. Fort Max looks at you with adoration in his optics, so patient yet so needy for you, his spike twitching in his servos. Lastly, Rung is truly ashamed of what he is doing, he sat up quickly as if to hide what he was doing, but his servo is still shoved down his array, not as subtly grinding down on his digits.

Finally after a beat, you looked at Tarn and waited for him to move again, which he took as his cue to sit up and prepare for the finale, your back facing the captivated audience while you yourself faced Tarn. Noticing their hungry optics, Tarn started caressing your back which made you arch closer to him, your ass grinding on his spike.

“Tarn…”

When Tarn didn’t heed your warnings, too busy taunting the other mechs by roaming his servos across your body, he did not notice you preparing yourself to take him. The sudden pleasure overtaking his spike caused him to bend at the waist, almost toppling you both over as he braced himself against you. That shut him up, well, not really as he is now moaning his spark out, so happy after weeks of celibacy.

The other bots must have loosened your hole because he slipped in quite easily, though not without a slight struggle. You moved to raise yourself but his embrace kept you there, him begging you not to move. He admits it’s because he’s so close to overloading just by having your warmth around him.

Overlord’s laugh cuts through the intimate bubble, prompting Tarn to glare at him, but Overlord did not stop there, he spoke up, intending to sway you to take him instead, “Hah… why don’t you come to me instead darlin’? He doesn’t look like he’d last long enough to make you feel goo–”

Your sudden moan cuts off Overlord, followed by the wet squelching of Tarn’s spike repeatedly entering you.

“Shut up.”

Overlord freezes again, but this time, he takes it with grace and smirks at Tarn, he waits for the ability to pass but Tarn continues his dialogue and by then Overlord knows he can’t do anything, not even play with himself.

“You think you are better than me just because I have self control and do not act like a beast in front of my deity, just because I would not pounce on them if given the chance. No, I am better than you, because I can follow orders and I can wait for my deity’s commands, you cannot. And that makes you no less than a beast.”

Tarn starts kissing your neck, wanting to feel your blessing on his lips and serving his body for you to consume. Rung and Fort Max stayed quiet, already knowing not to mess with Tarn when he’s in this state, they know you could control him but seeing you in such a state of pleasure made them pause, not wanting to disturb such a blissful expression.

“This will be your last warning Overlord, taunt me again and you will be forced out. You are lucky that I am most merciful today, so I won't kill you, not when I am supposed to be worshipping my beloved deity,” he slows down his thrust, now only grinding himself inside of you, he prefers it this way, feeling the two of you fully connected to the base.

“Now stay quiet and observe.”

Considering Overlord knows Tarn would keep his promise, he finally stayed quiet, choosing not to provoke Tarn for the last time.

He kept the slow pacing of his thrusts, this is not the usual pace that you're used to, being railed fast and hard by the other mechs, with the exception of Rung, and occasionally Fort Max. (Or how frequently you interface with the others and the pace they set and how much you cum from each bot, he knows, as he's always been there to keep you safe.)

He wants you to know how much he adores you with his slow pace, showing you that he is not there to just use you but to worship you. He's taking his time to make sure that every thrust counts and every climax of yours will be by him and him alone.

Speaking of climax he feels himself on the edge of his, and he follows through with asking you if he could overload inside you to which you said yes. Finally after a few more shallow thrusts, he overloads inside you, his transfluid gushing out your hole at the sheer amount, yet he doesn't stop moving, even when overwhelmed with the pleasure he did not stop.

“Hah! Tarn, what are you…?”

“Y-you did not overload, need to… need to make you feel good hng…” he pants out, optics rolled back as his pace quickens, “Forgive me.. I- I'm a baaaaa-ah–!d servant, didn't make you overload… need to…hng–!”

Another overload rolls through his frame and freshly spilled transfluid pools underneath you both. Both of your moans are accompanied by 3 others, the rest of the group in different states of pleasure.

Rung is drooling on the floor with his cheek pressed against it, optics rolled back as his digits work hard to fill his valve, the tip of his spike catching the floor every time he grinds down on his servos.

Fort Max is on his back, thrusting upwards into his fists as he moans out your name. He keeps staring at both Tarn and you, enjoying how Tarn is making you feel good.

And finally Overlord, who was closer to you both crawled even closer, ignoring the laying mech’s yell about blocking the view. He moves his faceplate close to where you are connected and starts licking the spilled transfluid, hoping to taste a sliver of you amongst the pool of Tarn. He moves higher, now licking the base of Tarn's spike and swallowing the fluids there.

Luckily for Overlord, Tarn didn't notice the filthy behaviour Overlord is doing to his spike, too busy (and perhaps a bit sex drunk) to kick him off him.

Tarn heard you warn him about your impending climax, your voice cutting the haze of his 3rd? 4th? Overload. He tries to reply to you but all that comes out is a whimper, but as soon as he feels you tighten around him he makes sure his next overload will be timed with yours.

“Tarn I'm going to–!”

“Ahn… m-me too…!”

Tarn pressed your hips down onto his spike, the sticky fluids gushing out for the final time that hour. You both take a breather after that intense fucking, resting your head on his chassis while his engines purrs to comfort you.

Two of your audience seemed to have also timed themselves with your climax as Rung is fully splayed on the floor as well as Fort Max, panting heavily while their optics glow bright. On the other hand, Overlord is too busy licking the mixed fluids to properly overload himself, but he seemed to be enjoying it so you let him be.

When you moved to pull yourself off, Tarn protested, keeping his servos around you to keep you still. You let him, waiting for his explanation with a raised eyebrow.

“Nooooo…” he whines out, “We still have the rest of the day before the bullies steal you away from me again…”

With that, he slowly starts up again, intending to use the rest of the day wisely.

#I LOVE IT #PLS PLS MORREE THIS IS AMAZING #valveplug #transformers #transformers x reader #yandere transformers x reader #tarn x reader

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cherbee · 3 months ago

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Yandere Tarn x human Reader

Warning: OOC! NOT COMIC ACCURATE I ONLY KNOW A LITTLE BIT ABOUT THE LORE ALSO IGNORE THE TIME DIFF I KNOW ITS LIKE MILLIONS OF YEARS BETWEEN PRE WAR AND POST WAR. Spoilers for Tarn lore?

Imagine being Tarn’s first ever human he has met when he was still Damus, you being a cute human Liaison that follows around Senator Shockwave who also brings you around the Academy. You are an adorable, curious little thing, always so eager to see the different bots’ outlier abilities and wanting to know how it works, and Damus’ ability was the one that caught your eye. And he too is smitten with you from the very first time he laid optics on you, but he respects the Senator so much that he tends to shy away from actively seeking you out.

However, you don’t seem to fear the large bots that could squish you with one of their pedes considering you’ve been persistently seeking him out even when he tries to hide away from you. In the end, he could not escape the temptation that is you.How could he? When you are so persistent in getting to know him, even to the point where you would sneak off to find him —He feels honoured whenever you do so, so special that you chose him out of all the students to befriend— He cannot do much to entertain you, but you seem to enjoy seeing him use his abilities to annoy bots by shutting their stuff off, mostly datapads and what not.

Both of you enjoy each other's company so much, sharing stories and knowledge. He finds himself especially invested in human arts, mainly music, it’s much different than Cybertronian music, it’s softer, less robotic, more organic, it’s so…you. He likes to hear you sing, even when you are humble with your abilities, he thinks of it as perfect. He cannot help but adore music that comes out from your mouth. Ah yes, your mouth, your language’s equivalent to the word ‘intake’. He remembers you saying something about kisses and how humans do it to show affection, but Cybertonians never had something similar to that so he does not pay mind to it. But he cannot deny how much he wants you to do it to him, especially when you mentioned something about it can be ‘intimate’ at times.

His days are always bright whenever you come to visit, your small body tucked close to the Senators frame, so talkative and friendly. He also notices the matching colours of your drapes with that of Shockwaves colour of the week, he observes that he enjoys seeing you in purple more than that of any other colour. Gifts seem to be common for you, as you seem to give him lots of small trinkets, but his favourite is a purple scarf that you gave him after he expressed how much he likes that colour on you.

Somehow, you managed to put in a good word about yours and Damus’ excursions considering Senator Shockwave has approached him himself to entrust your safety to the student whenever he is too busy to show you around. And of course, Damus has taken that role seriously, so seriously in fact that the other students you are also close with seem to avoid you all together whenever he is there. Always watching, always looming over your small form.

But then Senator Shockwave got caught, forced to undergo through Empurata and Shadowplay, and he did not find you ever since. He did not find comfort from your presence when he woke up after being subjected to the same fate as his teacher, stripped from his identity as Damus, now Glitch. But even his faceplate has been replaced, forced to be faceless, to be a nobody, his processor still kept the memories of the only person that knows him, the true him, him as Damus and not Glitch. You…You, you, YOU. His dearest human.

He remembers a conversation about your world's religion, about how many there are that exist on your planet, and how anybody can create a religion by just believing in it. And he does, in you. Creating a religion where you are his god and he is your most devoted follower – a religion where only he is to worship you.

Perhaps if he prayed enough, devoted himself enough to you, you will return, just like how yours has 3 days after his death. But you never did. Still, he prays to you daily, even when under Optimus’ care he did not forget to call for you, and while he uses his spare time to read Megatron's manifesto, he always makes sure to pray to you every day, every hour, every minute, that he has.

He even made a small shrine for you that he carries around on his frame via a small box. Inside are everything that you have ever given him, especially the scarf, and a picture of you both that you took with your Instant camera. He keeps that locked tight, like it’s his most valuable treasure — which as a bot who has close to nothing, is.

That habit of praying to you has persisted even when he adapted the persona of Tarn, even after he has stayed with Decepticons, he does not forget to pray to you every chance he gets. The items that he so carefully took care of are slowly degrading, piece by piece, thread by thread, all the cherished objects are turning into dust. Time does not spare anything from its cruel grasp, the picture that showcased you and him as Damus is slowly fading, his claws scraping off its print bit by bit. He fears that he will destroy the remaining memories of you, just like how he destroys every mech that he encounters. So after the scarf has turned into scraps, your face scraped off, he finally kept that box containing everything that you are close to his spark where it would stay until his end.

However, there is one thing that he cannot destroy no matter how much he has desecrated it, using it during his hunts to please him and his comrades. Music. His love of music is also a show of his devotion towards you, to say that yes, he remembers your music and your voice. And at times, when he is especially in a good mood, he would sing the same songs that he learnt from you to one of his victims. Though he would become aggressive right after the last note – realizing that they do not deserve to hear your song. In that case, he does not talk to them to death, instead he would pummel them into scraps, spilling energon all over him.

Millions of years have passed and his devotion only grew stronger, and oh how his prayers have finally been answered! You have returned! Though it was not 3 days but millions of years, he still rejoices as you are now back! His god! His beloved! And now he does not have to stay loyal to the Decepticons as you are now back with him! But the only problem is… he can see you on the other side of the battlefield, with the Lost Light, with Rodimus, with him– Megatron.

And now he realizes why Megatron has betrayed the Decepticon cause, perhaps like him, he has found his true purpose on the side of the good. But Tarn can never be good, he has done so much in the name of the Decepticons, in the name of righteousness, in your name.

Even so, he can repent, renounce his identity as a Decepticon and come crawling back to you if you so wish. He can start his redemption by killing all of the DJD members right in front of you, or maybe you would want him stripped off of his armour, being laid bare for everyone to see. Whatever you want, he will do it.

So he crosses the field with new found focus, optics trained on you. He ignores all of the weapons trained on him and keeps his pedes from shaking in nervousness. The more neurotic bots shoot at him, but he did not raise his blaster to shoot back nor did he try to defend himself. He only had one goal, and it was to get to you.

Once he finds himself in front of you, being guarded by Megatron and Rodimus, he kneels, unable to hold himself above you, his chassis lowered until his helm presses against the rough terrain. Energon pooled under him from the wounds he sustained.

When he utters your name, you seem perplexed, as if surprised at how this large bot knows you. And he spills everything, about who he is now, his prayers, his shrine, his millions of years of devotion. As he looks up at you from the floor, your face twists into confusion, baffled at this obsessed mech that you have never met in your human life.

Perhaps it was years of not seeing each other, but you looked…different somehow, still similar to his memories of you, but oddly different, it's small, but noticeable to him who has been so devoted to you and made sure to memorize every single part of your face. Nonetheless he did not care what so ever, what matters is he can finally serve you again, he might not be your Damus anymore, but he can be your Tarn.

The mask that he has worn for so long slipped off from his faceplate, and he drops it unceremoniously right next to him. He does not care if the bots think of him as an embarrassment or weak, all he knows is that you need to know about how much he adores you.

His faceplate lowers towards your pedes– feet, as you have taught him ages ago, and kisses it, just as you told him how one would do it, again and again until you can feel his love for you, his longing, his adoration, and his years and years of worship.

Until he repents, until you accept him back into your life. Until all that he has, and all that he is, is finally yours.

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Uhhh uhhh I don't know if this is coherent.

#this shit is so good #the best thing ive read so far #I NEED MORE #transformers #transformers x reader

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