whats up uh. person. i lowkirkenuinely NEED dick hcs w ur favs. im curious
𓏲ּ𝄢.ִֶָ𓂃 spike headcanons
ft. optimus, tarn, soundwave, shockwave and windblade
ougghhh anon, i loooove when ppl come into my inbox asking me to talk about my faves <3 u feed my soul!
optimus prime
Now this guy is the definition of BDE. He walks around knowing he’s wielding a weapon of mass destruction, but he’s humble about it. The first time you saw it, pulsing with light, bobbing between his legs at an outstanding 8 inches, with a girth you can only just about grab entirely, you were speechless. Its length is blue, with a red tip. There are two strips of biolights that run vertically on the underside.
Intimidating, but mouthwatering. He isn’t a Prime for nothing, after all. Don’t worry, he’ll make sure you’re prepped to take him.
tarn
He’s got a fat, chubby spike that bullies through your walls. His tip is thick and drags wonderfully against your most sensitive spots. He always needs to go through a lot of prep work to get you ready for him, otherwise your tightness practically chokes him. He has his digits and glossa squirming and scissoring inside you until you’re sobbing and begging for him to fuck you.
His pink biolight spiral down his black spike. It always looks so pretty when it’s lit up. Watching it slip in and out of you is addictive. It curves downwards and sits at roughly 6-7 inches.
soundwave
6 inches, perfectly sleek and efficient for your needs. It fits nicely in your hand, making it easy to pleasure every part of him. He knows how to use it, that’s for sure. It’s dark blue with yellow accents flickered up the length to make it look like a missile.
He’s also incredibly leaky. He dribbles prefluid all the time, he just can’t help it. He overloads more than anyone else on this list. It stands pretty straight, but sometimes droops downwards if he’s got a lot on his mind.
shockwave
Monster fuckers, come get y’all juice. If you’ve read my chemical desires series for Shockwave, you’ll already know what I’m about to say. This freak has his spike decked out with all the most mouthwatering features. Barbs, ribbed textures, a knotted base. It’s your personal toy, catered perfectly with you in mind.
It’s dark purple and without any biolights. He spares no centimetre for such decorations, not when the space could be better utilised with other features.
It’s thick, but your fingers do touch when you wrap your hand around it. He can adjust it accordingly (in line with what you need), but it’s naturally about 6.5 inches. It curves upwards, so he always knocks against your sweet spot when you’re in missionary.
Shockwave, logically, only sees his spike as a tool to please you. That’s all it does for him, anyway. So, he sees to it that it has every addition for you. He makes you cum in no time, and always strives to pull multiple orgasms from you each session.
windblade
Like the rest of her, it’s extraordinarily pretty. Another one that curves upwards, is about 7 inches in length and slender. It’s a cherry red, with blue centre panels that run parallel up the topside. The underside has strips of blue biolights which remain static. There are silver accents that separate the panels. She’s always polished and shiny, she takes a lot of pride in her spike and maintains it beautifully.
Hi, could I request idw tarn x (romantic) non binary reader who is depressed/not having a great time mentally? Thank you so much!
☆ Melody For a Remedy — Tarn x GN Reader Fic ☆
Genre: Fluff || They/them pronouns for reader || Warning for mild themes of depression
A/N: Tried to balance Tarn being eerie and comforting so I hope it comes across well- (also this contains Cybertronian/Deception Reader for context)
──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ──────
If anyone were to seek something akin to warmth from the DJD leader, all they'd find was heat in the form of smelting. He was a shadow on the wall to even fellow Deceptions, a highly feared enemy, and an unsettling ally. All being said, the way you'd carved yourself a home in his chassis was unexpected to even the leader himself. Something foreign and warm followed you, seeping from your voice and resonating in his processor. You had proven far from incompetent, not only worthy of Tarn's gaze, but his attention as well. All this light you brought was his to hold. Which is precisely why he noticed the second it was missing from his routine
He had barely seen your face yesterday, and not once today. Despite himself, something twinged uncomfortably in his spark at the absence. The moment there was a pause in orders, he began making his way to your habitation suite. He didn't entertain any of the confused or fearful looks he got as he strolled past, smooth on his path towards you. You'd given him the code needed to enter a while ago, which he quickly input into the door. It slid open, revealing you resting against the berth within. Not expecting any visitors, you turned your head to look over your shoulder. Your disinterested gaze widened at seeing Tarn of all bots in the doorway, and you sat up a little. "Tarn! I almost didn't hear you come in- Is there a mission I need to report to?" You asked, hoping against hope itself that he wouldn't notice the waver in your tone
"None as of now. Relax" Tarn responded coolly. He stepped in, making sure the habsuite door slid closed behind him. Seeing his sharp red optics sweep across your room did very little to calm the anxiety your spark was suddenly filled with. He stopped just short of the side of your berth, gaze sliding up from a corner of the room to meet directly with yours. "You haven't tended to any of your duties today" Was all he said. You did your best to straighten up, trying to look presentable. "I'd talked to the medic, and they decided that I was to be bound to my berth" You responded simply. Tarn's helm tilted ever so slightly to the side. "Feeling ill, then?" He asked "You seem just fine to me"
"Well-" You couldn't help but falter "It's not exactly a sickness. I was deemed mentally unfit for service". A small huff left Tarn, something that was almost a soft chuckle of disbelief. "You're one of the few bots left with any semblance of a good bolt in your helm. Why are you put temporarily out of commission when others aren't?" He asks. Before you could respond, Tarn leaned down, his masked face directly before yours. Your spark gave a pulse, faceplates threatening to tinge with blush at the lack of distance between you
"I've seen much lower bots than you walking around today" Tarn said, low and carefully precise "So tell me honestly. Where were you?". He was being cautious. His voice was, as always, almost a whisper. He knew the power it held, and was careful not to hurt you with it. The only weight it held now was being dangerously disarming. Low, deep, and much closer to your audio receptors than usual. It was unfair and he knew it
"I am being honest" You responded, keeping your voice as sturdy as you could muster "My job requires precision. The medics settled on letting me have today to myself. Besides, I'm about a deca-cycle ahead of my work". "That you are" Tarn agreed, pulling back to stand straight, as if he'd never moved at all. "Is something troubling you, then?" Tarn asked next. You paused for just a beat, enough to confirm the suspicion. "I haven't been in the best condition... mentally" You admitted, supporting what you'd mentioned earlier. Why, you had no idea. Tarn wasn't exactly known for his tenderness. But he was your superior, in a way. You figured if anyone, he deserved an honest explanation
"Not any doubts, I hope," Tarn said. "No, none" You responded immediately "I firmly hold onto my belief for our cause. But… these days I find it increasingly harder to leave my berth. To even find much fight to muster up". Tarn gave a single nod. To say he never experienced struggle would be a lie. He was a Cybertronian, just as any other. But his mask— both literal and otherwise— saved him from appearing as anything other than completely aloof. "I may have just the remedy you need" He offered. You practically did a double-take. "You- you do?" You stammered, too surprised to come up with a clever reply
"Oh, don't gape at me like that" Tarn said sharply "I won't allow you to succumb to this. You've made it out of much worse before". "...Thank you?" You said as more of a question, not entirely sure if that was meant to be encouraging or not. "Just lie back, and let me do the rest" Tarn replied. It wasn't exactly an order, but you followed it just as swiftly. It was hard not to with Tarn's commanding presence being just a few short feet away from you
Tarn went to a box on one of the corners of your room, clicking it on. A holographic screen appeared that he scrolled on, before a digit selected a specific item. The screen closed itself, and the soft startup of music began. Tarn's digits tapped a matching rhythm onto the surface the music-maker was held on. Once sure that he was satisfied with the choice, he turned to face you once again. "It won't heal what ails you, but maybe it'll assist in your recharge" He noted. You could only give a short nod. The music was classical, of course. Smooth and soft, a subtle balm for an aching processor
You closed your optics for just a second, trying to attune your senses to soaking up the sound. Right as you vented out a comfortable puff of air, you felt a cold servo on your helm. You opened your optics to see Tarn resting his palm across your forehelm. His gaze was as stoic as ever, but his voice had a lilt of something not entirely cold. "I'll go and recharge for the night, and come to check on your status tomorrow. Don't strain yourself. Let the time take its course"
"I- yes, yes sir. I will" You stumbled to say. Tarn pulled back, smoothly changing his gait to exit your habsuite. Once the door slid closed, all the embarrassment crashed down over you all at once. Since when did Tarn check on his employees like that? Or get that close to them?? Was it just you, or- no, no, it couldn't be. Maybe you could ask the other Justice Division members? That would certainly get a laugh out of them. Who in all of Cybertron would believe Tarn would come to check on you, much less actually show a degree of care?
Warring with your shock was a warm fluster. To think for even a moment that he could care, and about you, no less? It was… comforting. Maybe you really had been sensing something between the two of you all this time. Your thoughts were louder than the music in the room, but you left it on for the night as you closed your optics once again. For now, this could be kept between just you and the DJD leader
