Transformers Lemons 2

MTMTE! Tarn x Femme Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you going to behave now?"

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

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

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

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