#mtmte pharma x reader

[ikkosu]

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-chartered fic but my commitment could never. could be a series ig.

my darling medic doodles

[i]

Pharma doesn’t know what to say.

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.

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?”

He doesn’t know; he might never will.

[years before]

You scroll aimlessly through the datapad.

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."

"Will do, doc bot."

[ii]

Pharma doesn’t want to open the door.

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.

[iii]

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.

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

”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.

[iv]

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.

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[pleasantspark]

i will survive by Brxkxn_Fxxth

Fandoms: The Transformers (IDW Generation One)  

Teen And Up Audiences

No Archive Warnings Apply

F/M

Tags:

Pharma (Transformers)/You

Pharma (Transformers)/Original Character(s)

Pharma (Transformers)

You

Reader

Implied/Referenced Abortion

Discussion of Abortion

Abortion

Based on that one 'Zootopia' comic

Name and all

This was a plot I had in my head for awhile now

I Stayed Up At 4AM To Write This

Summary:

a transformers rendition of the most infamous zootopia comic. you find out you were pregnant, you tell pharma, but it leads to a conflict to brew.

Series:

Part 38 of Transformers 

Part 26 of Transformers MTMTE

"But it's important." You say. 

"Is it important enough for me to get pulled away from my job?" Pharma asked. 

"Yes." You replied. 

Pharma sighs, "Can I atleast take a decontamination shower, before you decide to ruin my day?" Pharma asked. 

"Fine, go ahead." You said, Pharma drops the datapad and you waited at the living room for Pharma to return back. 

"Ah, nothing beats a brisk shower." Pharma says, plopping down on the sofa, "So what is it you want to tell me?" 

"I'm pregnant." You said, simple and straight to the point. Pharma laughs. 

"Oh, nice one (N/N). You're really pulling my tailpipe it's impossible for this to happ–" Pharma began before he noticed your eye twitching. 

"Your eye's twitching... That means you're serious..." Pharma said, you nod slipping the test over to Pharma who looked over it. 

"Oh! (Y/N)! You made me the happiest cybertronian alive!" Pharma said, picking you up and hugging you. 

"Pharma– Put me down–!" You said. Pharma places you down, and wiped his tears away. 

"Oh, sorry. I didn't hurt you did I?" Pharma asked. 

"No, look. I decided I don't want the baby." You say, Pharma frowns. 

"Why would you say that?" Pharma asked. 

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[michaela-o]

AH IM NOT DEAD GUYS- Nah srsly i apologize for dissapearing but i was having some fun time over at Temple of Primus server !!

Here is some g/t content with Pharma having fun time with his lil' female human🙇‍♀️❤️

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[callsign-relic]

YAYY! i caught your requesting time :D♡

If it's not too much i'd like to request IDW Pharma (gotta love crazy doc) first contact au with female human reader where she gets caught and he goes to study perhaps every little detail on the human physiology since she is such a interesting lil creature. You know like how the little hair on her arms stand when frightened or how the human pupils adjust to light every milisecond and details in humans in general like that. <3

Also could be a little horror-themed for the human reader since halloween is near :]❤️ you can write it in anything like a story or drabble or headcanons any you feel like writing since i'm not really sure about the differences sorry! :(

Thank you so so much for letting me request <333❤️❤️❤️

Hi!!! I’m so happy to write this for you! Thank you for being my first Pharma request, it was fun to learn how to write this evil man >:) also I must say, your art is beautiful, I love it so much!!! I’m honored to have received a request from you <3

Lowkey might write a sequel for this myself honestly HAGSHAHA

Warnings: Suggestive (towards the end, otherwise SFW), First Contact AU, Fem!Human!Reader

“Now, what have we here…?”

The warmth and humidity of his breath washes over you with every incomprehensible word as you dangle before the doctor’s face, his forefinger and thumb clinging to the scruff of your shirt as a grin you could only describe as sinister spreads across his faceplate.

“A little pest, it seems, has scurried its way out of its burrow. A human,” he hums, pulling closer towards his face. “Never understood the appeal of these fleshy little organics. But, seeing as I have the opportunity…”

Your world suddenly shakes, and Pharma shifts his fingers from above you to curl in from behind, pulling you up from a dangle and into a loose fist. You can hear the sound of his joint hydraulics as his blue digits curl around you protectively, but as you’re brought down to his chest, he doesn’t seem to make note of how the natural sway of his walk throws you about. You have to cling to his curled fingers to maintain some semblance of balance, and even then, his fingers twitch and shift at your touch, making the ride all the more unstable.

Eventually, Pharma crosses the room, and you arrive at a medical slab that is all too large for your tiny body. He places you down at the head— well, he might as well have thrown you— and he turns his back to you to face a rolling table resting the side.

Now that he was looking away, this was your chance. Despite the pains that stung all over, you scramble to your feet, whipping your head around to try and see if there was some way out of here.

The medical slab was like a football field of cool grey stainless steel, maybe even bigger, that much is clear from how long it took you to walk from the center of the top to the edge of the side. You could see the bot-sized door at the end of the room, but unless the physical sensors would pick up your human body, that might as well have been another wall. Your best bet was to look on the ground, maybe you could find some crack in the wall or in the floor you could squeeze yourself into—

“Ah, ah, ah.”

A sudden weight forces itself onto your shoulders from behind, and you’re pushed face forwards onto the slab. Sucking air in through your teeth, you manage to turn your head, and all you can see is the massive length of Pharma’s arm as he pins you down with a fingertip pressing down on either of your shoulders.

“When did I say you could get up?”

The weight of his fingers suddenly releases itself, but you don’t have a moment to breathe before his fingers move down to your foot, pinching them once again and lifting you till you’re upside down. You quickly tug down at your shirt, but as the world moves around you in a nauseating blur, you can barely manage to keep your eyes open as the medic carries you back to the center, as if you were light as a feather.

“Pesky little thing,” you hear above you with a scoff.

You’re flipped onto your back, but before you can make another move to get up, another pressure lands upon you— on your chest, this time. A cool metal rod, made of the same steel as the slab you laid upon, if you had to assume. The weight isn’t enough to crush your lungs, thankfully, but you certainly do have trouble getting enough air in.

“Just to get you still,” Pharma assures you, and then he leans down from high above to where his face is just about all you can see. The blue light of his optics almost stings your eyes, but there’s not really much else you can look.

“Hm… its pupils react to light in a strange way.” As he goes on, he pulls his head away for just a moment, and you squint as your eyes have to adjust to the overhead light. Then, his face covers the light once more, lowering towards you again. “Dilation, it appears. Interesting…”

You gasp as a sudden coldness shocks your arm, and you look to the side to see Pharma’s fingertip pressed against your forearm. The cold touch of his metal contracted to the warmth of his breath causes you to shiver— and your hair sticks on end as goosebumps spread across your body.

At this, the mech’s eyes widen. “Now, what’s this…?” Slowly, he drags his finger up the length of your arm, feeling each and every one of the little bumps across it. “What could this be a reaction of? A defense mechanism, perhaps? Hm, not that it does anything…”

There’s another flash of blue as the bot pulls his hand away. “Is this sensation only localized in your arms? Or, does the rest of your epidermis share this… reaction?” You eye the medics fingers carefully, watching as they shift down from your arm all the way to your navel. Pharma grabs at end of your shirt, threatening to pull it up and away with ease.

Your heart races as your eyes blow open, and thanks to the sudden rush of adrenaline running through you, you manage to lift your legs high enough to kick his digits away.

“Ack!” The bot hisses, pulling away from you instantly. The weight of the rod upon your chest is lifted for a moment, and you do your best to bring yourself up again— only to be pushed down all the same.

Another scoff echoes from above you, “Fine then, if you want to be so testy. I can explore other parts of you…”

And even though you can’t understand the words emerging from his intake, based on the way a smirk cracks up the side of his faceplate as he runs a finger down your body before it stops at your waist, you have a feeling you’re in for a much longer observation than you wanted.

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it's been a long while since i've written on tumblr. I lost my last account, but I'm hoping to get back into writing fics or oneshots again. Mainly going to be Writing Transformers.

Transformers Live Action -knightverse, ROTB. On occasions I may make Bayvesre content.

Transformers Prime

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- 1 character per request if you want a longish one shot fic.

- you can make requests for multiples with scenarios but but I tend to keep them short with a few headcannons added in.

- Specify if you want a continuation of a previous fic.

- I will do both human and Cybertronian and occasionally Experimental monster readers.

-if requesting Cybertronian for smut, they have both a valve and spike as I write all Cybertronians with both parts

- your more than welcome to ask for NSFW, SFW, Angst, fluff and all sorts. I'm pretty chill. All Smut and NSFW content is marked with #valveplug

I write: gender neutral, or Male characters, (I'm not good nor do I like writing fem character, I'm a guy, if I do get fem readers I'm going to write them as gender neutral)

I will do:

- Scenarios

- Yandere and possessive.

- family content

-disabilities (human only)

- Fluff/Angst

- fearplay, mouthplay

-Vore: soft vore/ light vore (may experiment, but very light)

- NSFW, kink:

and Dub-con/ consensual Non-con

size kink 

skin fetish 

hair pulling 

Scent/ smell/ pheromones

Sex pollen/perfume.

silk and ribbon play

cum inflation 

breeding

pet play

Predator/prey

(On occasions will write Alpha/Omega/Beta, I write it rather differently to the classic AOB. But I will only write it on very rare occasions)

vore

fluid play and consumption (paint, energon, oil, cum, spit, lubricant,)

spiking warming

Heart and spark syncing 

new spike and Valve modifications to test on their human lover

(Just ask pretty much)

-Pregnancy

- death request are alright just keep it civil I won't go into details on the deaths.

- The AUs:

First Contact PotatooftheLand

Tasty AU of @callsign-relic

Energy fluid AU - (my silly energy drink transfluid ones)

Human pet

I will NOT do:

-Incest

-Pedophilia

- Self harm

-Minors (exceptions if they are children of the Bots and reader but only exception)

- Don't get angry if I'm not willing to write fem characters, I'm a guy, and I tend to stick with trans content, M/M, or gender neutral, but I'm leanent but respect my boundaries.

Slightly iffy:

- death of parents (I recently lost my mother in an accident so please be aware I that things one's sometimes I won't do due to my own feelings on these fics, while other time I may because it gives me comfort)

I enjoy making silly little one shots or even just sweet little things. I will eventually do up a master list for links once I make more stuff. (Pretty much anything you can think of up that alley I'm more than happy to do)

If you want a request of one who's not on the list, please submit it. These are just all the ones I can remember off the top of my head, people enjoy.

Ps I love writing silly little things too outside of the fics and even enjoy making art to go along with them when I feel up to drawing.

So nothing is too silly ask away over all the strange little things you want to know.

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Tiny art dump

My little spot for art

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Random Works

Transfluid headcannon

Non Ship works

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Character list and links:

Beachcomber

Breakdown

Bumblebee

Bulkhead

Cyclonus

Drift

First aid

Ironhide

Jazz

Knockout

Megatron

Mirage

Optimus Prime

Perceptor

Pharma

Prowl

Ratchet

Rodimus

Rung

Starscream

Skyfire

Skids

Swerve

Soundwave

Shockwave

Tailgate

Tarn

Ultra Magnus

Whirl

#transformers #megatron #rodimus #transformers idw #transformers x human #transformers lost light #transformers megatron #transformers prime #transformers x reader #bumblebee #breakdown #bulkhead #cyclonus #drift #Ironhide #jazz #Knockout #mirage #optimus prime #perceptor #pharma #prowl #transformers ratchet #ratchet #mtmte starscream #starscream #skyfire #mtmte swerve #soundwave #valveplug

[starliights-shining]

Hello! Could you write some relationship headcanons for IDW Pharma and Sunder (separate) with a human s/o? Btw, nice writing and have a good day!

I tried by best, I don't really know Sunder or Pharma like that, SOOO if it feels a little OC-ish then thats why. ALL I DO KNOW IS THAT for a while and I mean like jsut a few minutes ago, I thought Sunder was a very cute yellow robot, UNTIL I WAS LIKE THEY ASKED FOR PHARMA WITH SUNDER, something isn't right. ANYWAYS, I hope this is what you were expecting and looking for, anyways ENJOY :)

Characters: IDW!Pharma and IDW!Sunder

Pharma

He likes you? like slightly likes you? Likes you little bit? Enough to get his spark going? Noooo it can't be! He's in denial, He doesn't want to believe he has caught feelings for such a small fragile person. He simply just doesn't belive it, and never will.

He's paid off a lot of people to get his way, so his first thought is you've been sent here by someone, to gather info or just be a spy. He is NOT vibing with the Spy S/O.

I feel like he just has far to many trust issues to even think that someone likes him, let alone that he likes you! This causes problems, hands down, the roughest and hardest part of the relationship, will be getting him to actually open up and shii. He'll suspecct you of everything, but then go back on it a bit later, simply because how could he be mad at you, the only person whos ever actually loved him.

He has the same thing I feel like most people have when theyre a docotor and their S/O is another species. HE WANTS TO KNOW MORE ABOUR HUMANS. So i feel like he'd ask a bunch of questions, he'd push you or watch your do somehting and be like, "yes dear, Now how are you feeling?" ya know? He asks all types of things, do you have three stomachs? how long can you run? Do you breath willingly?? Or is it something you HAVE to think about to do? He jsut wants to know.

He doesn't mind you knowing about what he does, unlessssss its during Delphi, he doesn't want you being a part of anything at Delphi. But if its before he won't care or mind, he'll show you different things about Cybertronians and answer any of your questions. He likes knowing youre interested in his people and their anatomy

One more thing about Delphi Pharma, this is the only version of him that will consecutively lie to you, no matter what is happening. He WILL lie, for anything. It does not matter, it'sd just something he'd do.

I feel like he's the kinda of mech to let you sit on his shoulder, or he carries you around on his servo when he's not doing anything important.

He enjoys your touch, really enjoys your touch. I love the idea of just the warmth of your hands are what drags him in soooo thats what we're going with. He likes being able jsut to feel that warmth and the weight of you. It somehting he never gets tired of, sooo he often has you taking naps on him.

He just gives guy vibes, like he's here and does his job and then delphi hits and everything goes down hill for him. SOOO he's just a normal person in a relationship, hes touchy but careful, he loves you but also doesn't belive you actually like him back. He has no traits that are like THIS ONE IS CRAZYYYY, not like Sunder, Overlord, or Trepan at least.

Sunder

THE LAST MF ANYONE WAS EXPECTING TO GET INTO A RELATIONSHIP

Since he's like uhh idk crazyyy, He doesn't know what a normal relationship is like, escpecailly since youre human. SO I want it to be known he doesn't do normal things

His "Bonding" time is just staring at you. Optics wide and empty as he studies every inch and mucsle on your body.

NO TOUCHY TOUCHY, I feel like he freaks out over being touched. If its really early in the relationship he's just like no, nope, not today, but if its late he's okay with the occasional hand resting on him when youre talking to him. Just so you can get your point across. He may not be big on it, but he does slightly enjoy the warmth form your hands. PLUS he remembers everytime you've ever touched him, so it works out in the end

Since he like worked with memorys and all, I feel like the right thing to say is he'd fuck with your memories, but I just don't think he'd do that to his S/O. I feel like since youre different, he's fascinated with your brain and memories. He has datapads on datapads about your life, your memories, the way your brain works. He loves when you tell him newer stories, or when you have one of those "this reminds me of" moments. HE'D STOP EVERYTHING JUST TO HEAR YOU.

He has strong ass urges to do the things he's done to other on you, just so he can see what's going on in your small fragile brain. He gives those vibes of always wanting to know what someones thinking, he just has to know if you thinking about him, or a memory you hold dear, or if youre thinking about somone else, He just HAS to know!!

I feel like he would lie to you, LISTENNNNN LISTENNN. He'd do it jsut to keep you away form whatever he's doing, Meetings with primus knows who, nah I'm just going for a session, ill be back. Killing someone, nope just meetin with some old friends. He DOES NOT want you knowing what he's doing, he likes the perfect little image you have of him in your head, so why shatter it now.

Okay, one more! He can get very yandere like. If you're with someone he doesn't like or he knows they are not good or have good intentions. SOOO WITH ALL THIS OTHER STUFF, I'm giving him basic yandere traits, He loves you dearly, so don't screw this up, He doesn't have his entire life to spare for you, even if he wanted too.

#stars hcs #transformers #transformers x reader #tf x reader #tf idw #idw mtmte #transformers idw #idw pharma #idw sunder #sunder x reader #tf sunder #tf pharma

[bloodmoon-bites]

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

[hunterwritesstuff]

Mtmte Tarn x Trans (Ftm) bot reader hcs? Like him helping them feel comfortable about themselves <3

TARNNNN MY BELOVED <3

🎵 Tarn is a classy mech, so you bet your aft he's gonna make sure to refer to you properly!

🎵 Constantly calls you 'handsome' or other masculine terms!

🎵 He suggests getting Pharma to do your surgery(DON'T DO IT HE'LL STEAL YOUR T-COG), but you get the final say in the matter! It is your choice to make, after all!

🎵 If you turn down the offer with Pharma, he'll try his best to find another option!

🎵 If he catches anyone misgendering or deadnaming you, they're getting a firm talking to, if you catch my meaning.

🎵 He supports you through the whole journey, as you are his beloved, after all!

🎵 He may not understand fully, but he does get wanting to become comfortable with how you are presenting!

🎵 Whenever you're having a terrible day with gender dysphoria, he'll ask whenever you walk into a room "how's the handsomest mech I know doing today?" to try to help alleviate it a bit!

🎵 He'll do anything in his power to make sure his beloved boyfriend is comfortable with himself!

Hope ya enjoy!

#mtmte tarn #mtmte tarn x transmasc reader #mtmte tarn x male reader #hope ya like! <3

[mycarhasasecret]

Hi preceptor i-i was looking at your writing btw if you do mtmte x reader can I have the hole delphi crew x flying fem cybertronian if not just g1 ratchet love your writing ~ preceptor~

Yeah, I can do both

Mtmte

First Aid

Being stuck on Delphi for so long sucked royally. He’s always kind of envied those with flying alt modes because he saw them as having more freedom, even if that wasn’t necessarily true. He’s not too keen on flying, himself, he just likes the thought of being able to get the fuck out of dodge any time he likes.

Ambulon

Ambulon thinks any alt mode is better than his alt mode. Poor Ambulon, resigned to turning into a leg. You probably have a cool alt mode, a useful one, like a jet or a helicopter or something. And a cool name to go with it. Better than Ambulon, anyway. He tries not to be a sourpuss, but he’s really jealous.

Pharma

He kind of doesn’t give a shit. It’s an alt mode. There’s a lot of jets, or helicopters, or whatever. It’s cool watching you do tricks and stuff. Just don’t stray too far. He likes to keep things ship shape and you’re no exception. You’re not locked down super tight, but he definitely keeps his optic on you.

G1

Ratchet

Flying Autobots are not unheard of, but in the early days of the Autobots’ life on Earth, it’s more of a Decepticon day. He considers you an asset. Just don’t go and get your stupid ass hurt! Primus knows he’s going to have to be the one to fix you. Not that he won’t be able to. Far from it. But your repairs will take priority on his todo list because you’re so valuable. It’d cut into his leisure time! (He’s actually super worried but doesn’t want to admit it.)

#transformers #maccadam #mtmte #g1 #mtmte first aid #mtmte ambulon #mtmte pharma #g1 ratchet

[deadendswife]

Lmao imagine Pharma with a human s/o that calls him "Pharmasan cheese"

#mtmte pharma #imagines #tranformers #mtmte #idw transformers #transformers x reader #x reader #omfg lmao

[ikkosu]

DRABBLE

a/n : teeny tiny horknee pharma drabble (I still have life a full-on chapter fic to write) but I can Imagine being pharma’s little pet and him using you. like post delphi Pharma would be unhinged yandere I swear. nsfw below. this is like,,,not really polished

warnings : a bit of nsfw, robo-cock, pharma, bad pacing n description

the datapad flares your face, straining your eyes as the texts, mingled with the white, skims across and disappeared with every scroll. you sag visibly. paperwork’s taking a toll. a cry for home’s sweet cushioned bed is a desperate need.

but that's fine, only a few more reports and—

your habsuite door swishes open. you freeze, nobody knew your pad lock key. when you whirled around the open air is no longer warm as your nose punts against hard, cold metal.

“Uhnf—“ you stumble, back against the edge of the desk, rattling the clutter, one palm clutching the burning pain.

you swivel up to the perpetrator : pharma, who's peering over the crook of his nose, a wide-chesire grin fueling what you could only assume was his manic induced episodes.

you sputter. "pharma, wait!”

you’re shoved against the desk, two servos clamped onto your shoulders.

“It’s sir.” he cuts you off with a sudden venom, clutching your face, leaning close. his hot breath fanned your face. “have I been away for too long, my pet decides she can neglect her position as my plaything?”

"mmfh!—" you open your mouth, but his thumb forcefully parts your lips, pressing the digit against the teeth, hard, unable to allow you a response.

"ah, ah, ah. don't be so feisty yet...." he croons abs smears the collecting saliva across your lips, down to your chin and the digits dances along your the cleavage of your lab cost, down towards your abdomen until his servos curled around an ankle, the other servo, a fucking chainsaw, is pressed against your belly.

“please, don't do this.” you breathe out, steadying your breath.

if your chest heaved a little too much, it grazes against the cold blade, the sharp metal bound to cut you up at any moment. It revs slightly as he chuckles, a low daunting croon. not a good sign. he leans back, padding his cheek against the sole of your foot, nudging it with his nose.

“did you hear what I asked?”

“please—"

“no, no, no, no. don’t answer that, darling.” his tongue shoots out, swirling around the flesh on your ankle. he pressed a gentle kiss to your heel then trails his lips down your calf.

“somethings been bothering me. just a tiny, little inkling. I've seen the way those…mechs were looking at you. I don't blame them. In fact, I don't blame any cybertronian who looks at you with desire.”

he archs over you, the servo now griping the edge, nose brushing up against your thigh and hikes up the hem of your shirt, a gentle kiss plops on the flesh of your stomach. You fidget, uncomfortable. The only thing keeping you from lashing out is that chainsaw now nudging the underside of your chin. you stilled, muscles sore from not moving too long.

please, please, please, oh my god—

“how could they not want to own a pretty pet like you? soft, easy to use. a spike sleeve when I'm down. you're mine and mine alone. my property, my little slave, and I'm going to make sure to remind you that each and every time I see fit."

pharma pulls back, the chainsaw retracts and whirls around to slump into the office chair, haughty much as a king does when he claims his throne. he stares down at you from above, scrutinizing your form on the desk.

“well? on your knees, pet.”

you gather yourself, elbows perching your body up. “you can’t just—“

“use you as I please?” he laughed, incredulously and he leans on his fist a look of adoration creases his features. “you’re joking and while i'd consider it a splendid kind of humor.you should know I don’t much like jokes. and wheb I do these, as you say they were, ‘jokes’ would have to please me in some manner."

his grin turns into a slight snark. "now, you’re not. you’re disappointing me. is this something I’ll have to discipline you for in the future little pet?”

your eyes instantly fell, downcast. you're shoving down that last grip of pride for your life. who knows what this sadist could do to your dead body, so you settle on, “no. not at all, sir.'

he seemed satisfied, tipping his chin up. "get to it, then. On your knees,”

you slump to the ground, folding your legs until the heel pressed against your ass. you lean over, hands primly folded over his thighs.your eyes peer under your lashes, attempting the most submissive look you can muster to stop yourself from strangling the jet.

it appears he adores your internal seething mind, humming and putting a servo on your head, thumb against the hairline. his modesty panel retracts and pharma groans, spike at attention, striaght to the brim, already pressurized. it’s throbbing, red bio lights saturated much as his lust.

“I won’t have to teach you again, no?” his body thrummed, much like an overheating generator.

you glare at him and somehow he encourages that by pinching the fat of your cheeks. "…no, sir.”

“good. show me just how much you learned, my darling little pet.” he drawls.

with one last curse to his god your hands latch out to cup the length. his thighs tensed for a moment, straining a sigh. for someone so smug he's incredible vocal when stimulated. you didn't much care, though, lips kissing the beading tip, suckling on it like a honeycomb, salty to the taste. bitter, even.

you feel the chair creak as pharma leans against the cusion, helm against the headrest, chin jut to the ceiling. his servos are a vice grip on the armrest and you take it a go-sign, tongue swirling around the leaking precum, lapping up the slick. you pushed the tip against the inner flesh of your cheek. his digit curls into your hair, gritting his teeth, strained.

“mhhn, hah, now, I think it’s time you take it whole, yes? open that pretty, little mouth wider darling,’’

#transformers x reader #pharma #pharma x reader #idw pharma #valveplug #mtmte pharma #mtmte oneshot #maccadam #transformers #transformers idw

[aktosage]

Ahh I’m happy you’re happy!! Sending virtual hugs :D

AND YOUR DOODLES ARE SUPER CUTE!! Your elita in the tfp style one was super pretty omg

Question! For your adding more characters to tfp au (does it count as an au?) where do you think characters like Pharma and First Aid would fit into this? I reckon the whole Delphi fiasco would be different in some ways, or maybe it didn’t happen at all!

I think that Pharma is a super interesting character, and there’s a lot of potential for world building centred around him, if that makes sense? Like he was able to make a plague that was originally transmitted via sound and only activated when the host transformed, and for a darker setting like the tfp continuity I think he would be able to fit right in!

I’m so sorry for rambling I just think he’s a really interesting character!! I hope you’re having a good day, and thank you for taking the time to read this :D

*hugs*

AAAA THANK YOU!!! She’s one of my fav characters omg it hurts how little there is of her in canon. And I’ll do more doodles in 2022! I’ll try to do more with this

Oooooh I’m two steps ahead of you, I have the Delphi, Red Rust, DJD and all that alll ready for you👀 I’ll first write briefly what I think happened, then I’ll throw in some headcanons about Pharma and FirstAid like I do for others :p

Pharma was one of the leading medic’s back on Cybertron and took many apprentices. Him and Ratchet were close like in the idw, they worked together, opened a clinic for the lower class as well (which wasn’t legal off course, but hey you can’t punish your greatest medics especially if they don’t drag attention to themselves and if their cause actually HELPS calm down the situation) and repaired what they could.

The difference between the two, is once again one follows the humane limits the other one does not. Eventually the two broke apart because of that with some hard feelings ofc but overall nothing serious. It still affected both mental and created rivalry —> the better medic would be better known —> if Pharma js better he will surely break the limits and harm someone.

Ratchet wasn’t as nearly as skilled at Pharma because Pharma had a lot of experience and a natural “thing” for being a medic. Ratchet was all brains, passion and a L O T hard work, nothing fell from the sky right into his palms. (This is important trust me)

So.

Pharma kept doing his experiments, Firstaid staying with him because it was a secret between the two. Ratchet did NOT want FirstAid to loose a chance of learning from the best, so he stayed quiet and said that he’s leaving for business. Eventually, Pharma mutated the old Cybertronian plague because his plan was to eradicate those who he considered harmful for the society👀 (Ratchet had a soft spot for ‘the harmful’ ones and for Pharma, Pharma did not. Thus in TFP Ratchet lost his soft spot in a way to not let a mistake happen again.)

^^adding the DJD. Pharma also did it to keep himself safe later in his research. He was found very quickly by one of Megatron’s men, and while his plan was to harm ONLY the ‘harmful’ ones he had to form an alliance. His virus was to be spread fast but it also ought to be fairly easy to stop or avoid for those who knew about it. He worked with Shockwave on a proper cure, and the files were transferred to Megatron (so Pharma only had a batch of it for himself and maybe FirstAid to stop him from overproducing it) Also the usual supplying the djd with parts and such.

Fear and threats got to Pharma and he eventually turned mad because he realized how bad it had gotten. He wanted to be a medic to save people and teach younger bots his work, the younger bots who were dying under his servos.

He was doing all this right when the war was about to start, around the time when Orion became Optimus. But it transmitted TOO well and too fast, but Pharma wasn’t scared because “less people, less problems, less mouth to feed, less poor, people would eventually start getting more careful and focus on finding a cure rather than startinfg a war”.

Pharma eventually fled the planet to ‘organize a refugee center’ on one of Cybertron’s abandoned colonies (cold weather like in Delphi, rather hard to reach…)

To the battle at Tyger Pax. We all know that Ratchet blames himself for Bumblebee’s loss of speech, or rather for not being able to FIX it. Pharma could’ve. Pharma could’ve.

So when Optimus got the plague back on earth from that ship, it hit Ratchet especially hard👀 It was yet another mistake he had to fix but couldn’t. And that’s why he INSTANTLY knew what it was back there, he knew everything about it but the cure.

I just realized how much I wrote oh god, so if you’d like headcanons on the three medics pls do say😭

I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS! I really try to intertwine canon from both to fit into TFP unuverse (which is very messy? The alligned is practically just flecks of content scattered around but there are multiple posibilities? Okay)

Anyone is welcome to ask more, seriously this is phenomenal for me I get so excited when I can share whatever this is :D

I have 3 (I think) more asks to do BUT.

I’m going on a trip tomorrow and will be traveling for a long time so I could use some asks👀 or even fanfic requests (I write this is my AO3 heh https://archiveofourown.org/users/Aktosage/pseuds/Aktosage ) I especially like my OpLita fic but it is kinda sad I think 💀

Oneshots are a-okay!

Fanfic promts as well

Nsfw ONLY. O N L Y 18+ and will be posted only there for now IF I do it :p

Any universe seriously

OCs are eeeeh okay? I just don’t know how well I’d be able to tackle a character I couldn’t research first hand :p

Headcanons are mwah perfect

Human x [insert fella] are also okay!

#ask #I HOPE I DID GOOD SERIOUSLY #THIS WAS VERY FUN #I ACCEPT CRITICISM #transformers #maccadam #tfp headcanons #transformers fanfiction #writing request #transformers headcanons #pharma #ratchet #transformers x reader #^adding tags because I don’t know how to use them really omg #tfp #transformers prime #mtmte

[snowheartwriting]

At first he was sweet, kind, one hell of a charmer. You sort of expected that from a bot of his skill to be confident and the one who preformed a fourway open spark surgery while being one of the patients was just that.

But with time he changed. He wasn't the same after he was sent to Delphi. You weren't one to give up on people easily however this new attitude of his... You tolerated when he was a bit of a control freak in the office. You might have found it hot even, but it was a different thing when he wanted to keep tabs on every single thing that you did outside of it. Who did you talk to? What did you say? When did you eat? and so on. One day you had enough "What happened here?" He gave you a look, one you never seen before on him. A wide grin and flaring optics that burned straight into your very spark "My darling. It is best if we don't discuss these things". He kissed your servo and you took a deep breath "But we have to" "Very well" that expression dropped, becoming much more serious "Only because it is you, I shall"

He started off by telling you this was why he asked all those questions. He had to know what you were doing so you would be safe from him. He told you about the awful, awful things he did to keep this place afloat. The energon he spilled, the comrades he killed, all to supply a monster with his T-cogs. You held him tightly "It will be ok! We can work things out" "Can we? I am in this too deep. If word gets out, either the DJD kills me or I get excuted. This is why I didn't want to tell you" he stroked your cheek, that chilling gaze returned again "But now you know~ I guess I should also tell you that I have aquired a certain taste~ The way they screamed was just so... funny~" Even his wings twitched in joy. He didn't allow you to pull away "What will you do with this knowledge my darling~? I hope it isn't leaving me. Because if it is-" he crackled "I could show you and the rest of the bots here what it is I do with my chainsaw these days~" He trickled down your spine with those skilled fingers "Or you could kiss me. Which I know you will~ After all, you still love me...Right?"

#yandere #mtmte pharma #pharma x reader #transformers

[buggytron]

Not a request justbsome interesting info, did you know that humans have stripes and are bioluminesent. Both traits are too weak for our human eyes to pick up on, but what if the bugformers could see these patterns? I think it would make courting more intresting. You?

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This knowledge feels powerful and ancient like we are secretly eldritch beings trapped in bodies of flesh and our essence is trying to escape.

Anyways...

Yes I feel bugformers would be enamoured with how humans glow and their secret patterns. Spots stripes and lines. It's all beautiful. When you explain you can't see your markings and don't understand what their talking about their fascinated.

I feel they could stop seeing your patterns and glow if they wanted. If you didn't like talking about it or just wanted them to stop mentioning it since human culture isn't so forward than they'd stop. If the colors annoyed them they could just adjust their vision to stop seeing it but most of the bugformers are absolutely enourmored.

Brainstorm, Preceptor, and WheelJack take an interest because SCINECE. They have different reasons for wanting to know why you glow but their curiois if this glow can change colors or patterns. They might poke you and ask serveral questions or try and make you feel different emotions to test their theories. Be prepared.

Nautica is half way. She's nerding out over the possible scientific possibilities but she takes one look at you and her gay brain goes p r e t t y. She would love to just gently trace your markings while asking you questions. If you can't answer them she'll ask for you too tell her a story instead as she cuddles you close studying you. She won't mention them if you ask her not too.

Drift thinks it's beyond pretty. Te colors are tranquil to him and just so beautiful and different. He can't put your markings into words but he loves them and will trace the patterns against your skin if you let him. He often compares you to Primus and tries his best to explain how amazing you look. If it makes you uncomfortable he has a hard time keeping from talking about it but he'll do his best.

Rodimus loves to paint his own body with berry juice and crushed up plant parts. He has a thing for showing off so he loves the artistic side of your skin. Your a canvas and you don't even know it. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker would love to paint or otherwise model with you. They want you too see what they see and hope you feel as beautiful as you look.

Megatron is curious about your glowing. He compares your glowing marks to the night stars and assures you that you look majestic. If it makes you uncomfortable he won't mention it again. He's very understanding and does his best to try and understand how you feel.

Rung finds your patterns fascinating. He explains to you how bugs sight is different and that it's just something they can see. He assures you that no one thinks your ugly and bugs are staring because it's new to them not because your gross.

Whirl for the most part ignores it. He doesn't really know what to do or say about it. Sometimes he'll be an ass and call you spotty, stripey, or glowly but otherwise he doesn't really bring it up. He doesn't do well with teasing anyone about looks. It makes him feel uncomfortable since he's deformed himself.

Ratchet, Ambulon, Pharma, First Aid, and Velocity all take a medical intrest to it. They want to know what inside you biologically causes such markings and if they can change shape or color.

Bumblebee and Smokescreen like feeling your skin. It's soft and colored??? Amazing!!! They like stimming against your skin and tracing your patterns. They constantly tell you how awesome they think you are and love to nuzzle your smooth skin.

Prowl is indifferent towards it. He notes that humans have this trait but otherwise tries to ignore it. He can't ignore how beautiful ot is.

Jazz thinks it's groovy. He doesn't care about looks but he has too admit your patterns are gorgoues. He often tells you how pretty you are but if that makes you uncomfortable he has other ways of saying he appreciates you.

Arcee tries to ignore your patterns but they are very distracting. She often switches her vision to keep herself from staring as she finds it rude. It doesn't always work but she tries.

Elita is attracted to pretty things and tends to hoarde them. I mean look at her pod and tell her she doenst have good taste. So when she sees you and your pretty patterns she wangs to have you. But it's more than your patterns that draw her into you.

Optimus finds them quit pleasing. He's not very vocal about that but if your ever alone he might pay your patterns attention and give you some compliments.

Getaway has an eye for anything exotic or strange. One look at you and he's all over it. Your soft smooth pretty patterned obviously you were made to draw in mates. His wings always flutter when he's around you and he flirts very frequently. Be prepared for a grabby bug with mating on his mind.

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[tinydefector]

Yandere Pharma Mtmte x cybertronian reader,there may be Breeding kink

Medical Malpractice

I had alot of fun writing this one, turns out I may have a thing for the medical bots ^///^

Pharma x cybertronian Reader

Word count: 1.8k

Warning: smut, breeding kink, medical malpractice, valveplug, workplace relationships, mention of a Corpse.

Request and ask open, read pinned post

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They move around the medical bay, their optics linger on Pharma as they watch him work, the younger Decepticon medic hadn't anticipated what Pharma was like, he was an Autobot after all but he was nothing like an autobot. He scared them to a point with unethical means but if it meant they weren't in his firing line they couldn't careless. He was easy enough to work with, even polite at times when they were both working on patient's. He was a decent boss, that was their main reason for sticking around so long they kept telling themself. 

Pharma pauses in his work, delicately probing mechanisms within another patient's frame, to glance over at the young Decepticon observing him. His visor gleams with cool calculation as his sensors assess the them, noting every flaw and weakness surely embedded within that still-impressionable processor. 

"See something of interest, Decepticon?" he inquires smoothly, every syllable oiled with practised charm. A lesser medic may have snapped at them but he was all too aware of their lingering optics, concerned for battlefield adversaries within their precious medbay was not something he worried about, he knew how to play his assistant well. 

After all, gratitude can work wonders in ensuring willing participation in...certain experiments. And raw fear of him proves such a potent motivator, as well as arousal, as this one's rapid ventilations already begin to show.

His talonlike tools delve within the circuitry once more as he awaits the mech's response, optics glinting cold assessment behind the cordial visor. Few escape unscathed once they catch his notice, his assistant on the other hand was rather illusive and vexing. 

Their optics dart away as they move to the otherside of the medical room, they shift through different items taking notes of stock they would have to let Nickel know they needed, they try to ignore Pharma yet the lingering heat under their plating is beginning to get out of hand.  It makes their plating shutter slightly at the thought of having Pharma bending them over a surface.

They push the thought away before addressing the equipment they would be needing replacements for "Pharma we are going to need more Energon  infusers, welding rods and disk cutters" they call out while taking notes.

"Hmm, we are running through them quicker than I anticipated," replies Pharma smoothly. His helmeted head turns to track the scuttling Decepticon, digits never pausing in their work. "So dutiful of you to keep us well-supplied. I do insist upon only the finest tools for my...experiments."

Those cold optics watch keenly as the young mech shivers under the weight of his intense scrutiny. Fear truly is such a heady elixir for arousal, and one Pharma relishes cultivating with an artist's care.

"Do inform Nickel the list will need amending shortly," he murmurs softly. "Less we have more mishaps, for example..." A swift flick of his wrist, and the patient jerks upon the table, energon jetting from new seams as Pharma smiles behind his visor. He's quick at removing the T-cog. And spark before leaving the body to shut down. His burning gaze settles once more upon his skittish pet project who was twitching from need. "For now. But rest assured, Con,I believe you're in need of a check up" His tone whispers of rapture yet to be unveiled.

Their optics glance at him. "I have a name Doctor" they sneer lightly, they didn't appreciate Pharma's tone. They nearly gasp as one of Pharma's servos wrap around their waist. Whether  he was trying to unsettle them or arousal them, it had left their processor spinning.

"Indeed you do," murmurs Pharma silkily, taloned digits caressing the curve of the smaller Bot's waist. His field washes over them, cold yet stirring, the electromagnetic buzz of a predator toying with doomed prey.

His helm dips close enough that the heat of his vents teases against plating. " I can practically see the Transfluid leaking through your panel darling. Let us simply say you ignite...a passions that science alone could never sate."

With a cruel twist of his grip, he spins the Decepticon to face the operating table once more, pulling them flush against his chassis. His free hand running down their frame to their interface panel, “open it” he states.   

A gasp escapes them as they are pressed against his chassis. Their optics linger on the Corpse on the table that Pharma had been removing parts from. "Sir you will have to try harder" they state,whining loudly as his servos dig into their hips.

Pharma throws back his helm and laughs, the harsh grating sound of grinding metal. His grip only tightens further, denting fine plating as his thumbs press cruel circles into joint lines.

Leaning down to hiss silica-laced words directly against an audial, he purrs "don't tempt me, or i'll rip that panel off myself." They whine even more, bot shuttering lightly 

His free hand caresses up the panel excruciating care. Pharma wrenches their helm back to force wide optics upon the corpse's agonised rictus. "You'll come to understand: you have always, only, ever belonged to me, my dear. You can't even go a full luna cycle without me" He smiles. Lips press against their neck cabling. 

Another cry comes from them as Pharma moves them towards one of the medical berths. "Pharma!" They state optics wide. "Sir if someone walks in!" They try to protest only for him to lean down. Pharma savours each movement against his servos. Their interface panel snaps open, spike pulsing as their valve clenches around nothing.

 their writhing frame an epitome of beauty in unravelling. His engine rumbles in primal triumph to see one so spirited brought to glorious pieces beneath his touch, his digits tease their spike with a few lazy strokes. 

Let them see” he states, not worried. He knew too well that others avoided his medical wing and for good purpose. He drags his digits down their valve pressing in with subtle thrust.  

"Such eager want. your coding sings for me, does it not?" His glossa flickers out, tracing the shell of an auditory sensor. "An apt pupil, to learn so quickly, and taking rather well to the new programming"

Those skilled digits curl within, massaging nodes to wring gasping cries from his trembling assistant. His free hand roams their shivering form with surgical precision, mapping every sensitive wire and line.  

talons messaging cables in their neck before gripping their face. "So needy, and only for me. With how aroused you are I bet I hold your very spark in my hand, and you'd still be a moaning mess for me." His field swells in heady triumph, and he claims their lips in a crushing kiss.

They gasp as his own interface panel snaps open pressing his spike against the plating of their thigh. Their body shutters in anticipation, optics shoot down between their body's as Pharma teases them open more. 

"Primus, Pharma" they call shutter at his words. “Anyone would think you plan on cutting me open” 

Pharma utters a mechanical chuckle at their words, field igniting with surging need at the glorious sight beneath him. Their willing frame laid spread underneath him.

"Tempting, my sweet, rather tempting but no" he purrs, Three of his talons tease their folds, massaging slick fluid as he presses digits deeper before pulling them away. He brings his mouth to their audio, glossa flickering against the shell. "No you belong on my spike, I would have your every sensor calibrated to receive only ecstasy."He shifts, lining himself up. 

Its cruel thrust that has them fluttering around him, desperate sounds spilling from vocalizers. In one slow, relentless glide, he joins with them, deep groans of satisfaction leave him. Optics go wide as their body ceases up at Pharma's thrust. Doors on their back shutter as they arch into the table. They clench tightly around him as he thrust eagerly into them, pleading moans and static whines fall from them. They bite down against neck cables as they cling to him. "Pharma slow down please" they call out.  He claims their lips in a kiss of domination, firmly cementing your place by his side. Praise be to science’s name. 

Pharma rumbles his engine at their mewling cries, though gentles the punishing pace of his thrusts in deference to the request. His field swells to the envelope of their quivering form. A taloned hand strokes their cheek plate with deceptive tenderness. His helm dips to nuzzle the joining of their neck, glossa flickering over new indentations left by his denta. 

"To think, what scientific discoveries we might forge together," he rasps against your audial. "You seem rather receptive to me after the reprogramming and implant" Overload laps at their consciousness like swelling tidewaters, dragging them deeper under his spell. 

Each roll of Pharma's hips has him pressing deeper into them. He lifts one of their legs angling into them at a better angle, They arch into him. The amount of thoughts that run through Pharma's processor, to fill them, watch them bulge, attempt to breed his assistant, test his theory over sparklings. 

Pharma feels the younger mech tremble helplessly beneath his ministrations, sweet cries spilling like sacred hymns from their lips. Their unrestrained pleasure threatens to ignite his coding beyond all reason; never before has one responded so beautifully to the raptures of the flesh.

He captures their lips in a bruising kiss, glossa mapping their mouth with possessive fervour. "My perfect specimen," he rasps against swollen dermas. "Such glorious fulfilment you grant my research… you'd look rather stunning, carrier coding taking you"  Overload laps their awareness in tidal euphoria until the overload in a flurry of moans and cries.

His spike pressed relentlessly within their port, pulsing transfluid flooding their gestational chamber in thick spurts. Pharma moans, Pulling the quivering mech flush against his heaving chassis, Pharma savours the aftershocks, rocking into them as he breeds them. His field washes over their modified form, his coding commending the first stage of modifications for carrying to fruition.  His field sparks triumph as your gestation chamber swells further with transfluid.

"Let's hope the upgrades take hold, sweetness," he purrs against an audio, talons massaging newly-swollen tanks in languid strokes. His free hand caresses the still-filling chamber in utter rapture. "We might just have this figured out soon." His smiles against trembling lips.

"Exquisite" he purrs, talons digging into narrow hips to meet with one last punishing thrust. "To think, the discoveries we shall unveil."

His spike pulses frantically within their clutching valve, engines roaring. Never before has anything reduced the great Pharma to such feral, worshipful frenzy. 

He pulls their limp frame against his heaving chassis as ecstasy's aftershocks continue rippling through their quivering form. 

He nuzzles their faceplate gently, crooning praises as his field washes comfort and adoration over flushed components. "Rest now." Pharma places a reverent kiss to his assistant's forehead, servos mapping new bulges within their abdomen.

He pulls them up off the medical berth as he carries them over to his chair, he sinks down into it as they rest atop of his body, servos trace their back struts as he hums in contentment. It seemed only time would tell if the new modifications would Yield success. 

#transformers #transformers x reader #transformers x cybertronian #transformers idw #transformers lost light #valveplug #transformers pharma #pharma #pharma mtmte #tf mtmte #mtmte #idw pharma #idw transformers #reader insert #tf idw

[djdlovebot]

i wrote a little pharma x reader fic, because why not? i hope y’all enjoy!! ive only been writing for two years,,, please be nice

“Oh! Can you believe the nerve of him?! Taking my servos! Vulgar!”

“Uh-huh.”

“Y/N! Are you even paying attention?! Hello, dear. The attention is on me, thank you very much.”

Unfortunately, you weren’t. You had one earbud in, and were on your phone. It took you to get used to Cybertron's speed on how fast things could load, such as the internet. But it was interesting, nonetheless. Your...Boyfriend? Is that what you would even call Pharma? He thought such a term was insignificant and always referred to you as his sparkmate. Even though that's a Cybertronian term. Not that he cares. You’re his. Only his. His to love. His to touch.

His to use you for pleasure whenever you both please. Snapping out of your world, you gasped when Pharma you in his new servos, with a desperate attempt to be gentle. But that was difficult with your squirming. “Can you just hold still for once? Primus.” With a huff, he set you in his palm. You crossed your arms, staring up at him with a rather agitated look in your eyes. “How many times have I told you to warn me before doing that?” He rolled his optics putting his servo to his cheek, tapping slightly.

Pharma could always be a bit rude, and a bit dry when he wanted. But that’s what made him more interesting, in your opinion. Many thought very high of Pharma. many thought very low. Sure, he could have prevented such things from happening. But he didn’t. Why? That’s for you to find out. If he lets you.

“Forgive me for that, my beloved. But how many times have I told you that when I require your attention, you’re supposed to listen, hm?” His tone filled with irritation, laced with a bit of curiosity. You frowned at that, knowing he was right. “Yeah, I’m sorry. I just haven’t been able to focus lately.” You admitted, holding onto one of his digits. His digits curled a bit, stroking your cheek lightly and gently. “Well, I won’t pry, but would you like to talk about it? I exist for a reason, my dear.” He chuckled, obviously proud that he existed in your life.

“I’m just nervous, is all. What’s your next plan? I’m just scared something is going to happen to you? You have so many people out for you! Ratchet, Tarn—“

“Y/N, of course I have a backup plan. I have hundreds! Why would I ever put your safety at risk? True, I will admit, we have had some close calls. Especially with Tarn. But the thing is, I would never put you in harms way. Do you understand me?” He then raised you close to his face, making you jolt in surprise. A rare, genuine smile appeared on his face. Not that cocky grin you knew. An actual smile. “Wow, that’s sweet of you. Are you sure you’ve thought of something?”

“Of course! Would I lie to you?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, come on! That was a rhetorical question.”

“I know, I just like to fuck with you.”

You touched his cheek, with a smile on your face. “You’re sweet when you care.” Then that proud grin came on his face. “Oh, I know I am, dear.”

“Don’t get too cocky now.”

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