One of those mega breeding aus where we select Tarn as the one who goes through a sudden heat/rut cycle, fucks a bunch of mecha in pwp fashion, and whoops!! All pregnancy!!
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Overtarn mechpreg where Tarn is the one carrying and inevitably the one to want to Strangle Overlord for getting him pregnant with an ununtrium enhanced baby that was not at all as soft as a sparkling should be when full term came
I want Tarn to have a spike forced down his throat so big and suddenly it has him gagging and moaning on it, maybe a little optics watering behind the pulled up mask action too
Thinking maybe a bot much bigger than him, so a "it's proportionally upper-middle average for them but scales up fast to smaller bots" situation (maybe Overlord, but there's other nice options in the size subclass too)
Love the idea that the spike's plating rubs against his vocalizer funny, and by the end of this his voice is staticky and ruined because they were that bit much too rough with him (maybe even it leaves temporary effects on his Voice ability too~)
Little gorgeous noises with every thrust as the tapered tip bullies the little intersection between mouth and throat
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Regular colored versions of the pride edits. Done to figure out what colors I want to use for them in the future (and also to mess around with a new lineart method I've been trying)
A month later and he was so worth the wait!!!! Would you take him as an offering for some crumbs for the djd?
Sure! He looks so good!
Clingy Pt 2
Tarn x Reader
• Going through your stretches and as many yoga poses as you can remember, you can feel him watching you over the top of his datapad. Had started as you being bored, but now it’s mostly because you love the hungry way he watches you. That he likes being reminded how flexible you are. Arms over your head, you walk over to your cooled storage box and dig out a bottle of water. Know he can synthesize water for you, but it never really tastes right to you. Straightening, you unscrew the lid and glance his way. He’s still watching you, idly spinning his stylus through his servos as he meets your eyes and heat spills through you.
• Venting deeply as you stare at him and he catches the shift in your scent, his lips twitch behind his mask. “Come here,” he growls, letting his voice dip to a low rumble and the flustered way you meet his optics has hunger spreading through him. Crooking a servo at you, he watches you slowly come closer across the top of his desk. “Sit. Be my muse,” he murmurs, gesturing at his datapad and you give him a bemused look before sitting cross legged on the edge. ‘You mean, distract you?’ You tease and he smiles indulgently behind his mask.
• Watching him jot a note in his strange glyphs on the screen, you study the image on the datapad. “Who is he?” You ask, gesturing with your bottle before drinking. ‘A deserter,’ he says, optics studying you, not the screen. ‘He renounced the Decepticon cause and paid for Autobot protection with privileged secrets. I intend to let the others take out his guards first while he watches. Then I’ll have a little talk with him.’ Skin prickling, you know the way his voice dips with the promise of violence shouldn’t be a turn on. Flustered, your eyes drop as you peel the label on your water.
• “Do you disapprove?” He asks and you exhale, eyes lifting to meet his optics. ‘He’s a traitor to the cause, right?’ You counter and he reaches to lift your chin with the tip of a servo, venting and scenting your need. “Treachery must be ripped out at the source,” he murmurs, setting aside his stylus as he splays his hands on the desk on either side of his datapad. Hauling himself up and mass shifting. And you look up at him as he walks closer. “It can’t be suffered to exist,” he adds, reaching out a hand.
• “It would spread like a poison,” you agree, laying a hand in his palm and his servos grip you, tugging you to your feet. Stepping closer as his other arm hooks around you and pins you against his chassis, you trace your fingertips over the lines of his mask as his baleful, red optics watch you. ‘Just so,’ he purrs, head lowering to rest his masked face against yours so you can feel the warm air when he vents against you. Shivering as he brushes the hard edges of his mask against your jaw and neck, you know he’s going to leave it on this time. Watch you from behind his mask as he claims you so he can stay in character. So he can do the hard, necessary things like dealing with traitors.
