#transformers Pharma x reader

[smallestapplin]

I am resquesting headcanons for being Pharma’s newest obsession as his human pet. Maybe the obsession started after the reader comforts him when he’s sad despite being held captive by him.

*sigh* this is what I get for liking crazy

Warnings : mentions of dissection but nothing graphic, implied murder, Pharma himself is a warning, yandere

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* You are such a cute curious little thing he found, ah yes he just had to keep you. So small, you fit perfectly in the center of his servo, so cute with the fear in your tiny optics it makes him want to dissect you, take you apart, study you! Dragging a sharp digit across your cheek, he can’t help but coo at how soft you are and how easily your energon spills, yet it’s red? Interesting!

* Scared, you do your best to just survive the crazed mech’s antics, trying to stay alert, trying to hide or find ways out of this place, but he’s always right there to catch you. It’s difficult to remain strong, to not tremble in his hold, but you can’t. You can only hope someone will find you before he’s done terrorizing you.

* So why on such a day does he look so tired, so worn, so beaten down? He pays you know mind, just taking a cube of high grade and downing it. His masking slipping in that moment, showing a pitiful mech broken to his core. You feel so bad for him, you shouldn’t he’s a monster you know what he’s done, what he will continue to do, and what he plans for the future, you should loathe him and leave him to cry in his sorrows.

* You want to punch yourself for finding a way to his desk, no matter how unsafe. He still hasn’t looked at you, down his second thing of high grade with ease. Pharma blinks as a small cube bonks against his forearm, and with it is you slightly out of breath pushing it towards him.

“It’s not good to drink on an empty stomach, or, well, fuel tank in your case.” You smile up at him, but step back not quite fond of the stare he is giving you.

His optics wide as he takes in your words, his processors spiraling. Such a tiny little thing you are and yet you carried a cube bigger than you to him, just to make sure he was okay? You squeak as he picks you up, his engine purring with a smirk cuddling on his face.

Perhaps you won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.

* You are an interesting little thing! His darling, his sweet, nothing can take you from him now. Pharma’s engine purrs deeply anytime he spots you, his engine growing louder the closer he gets to you. Always picking you up and cooing sweetly at you, it scares you how he flips between the most romantic poetry, to nuzzling his face against you speaking of melding your bones to his metal to be one.

* Long gone are the days he’s torment you, now it’s nothing but overwhelming affection and protection, ‘patients’ whom manage to escape and find you don’t often live long and he’s upset he loses control! Now there is hardly a thing for him to take. But even covered in energon he goes to you with worry on his face plate, checking you over for any injuries and making sure you’re okay.

* Showing him such an ounce of empathy has made him hunger for more, hunger for you, his tiny little human! Such an adorable little thing you are, always getting his wings fluttering. You are smothered in nuzzles, kisses, and carried anywhere and everywhere, he even human proofs his medbay so you can get around and be with him easier!

* Such softness compared to him, so squishy, he’s addicted. Anytime you move anywhere by yourself or tell him you can do ir yourself, he is there hovering behind you, almost uncomfortably close not giving you an ounce of space. He needs to be near you at all times, he can’t function properly without you, for you are his adoring light, his spark is yours to hold.

* if anything you could compare his actions to you like a sweet (overbearing) loving(unhinged) husband returning home from work when he greets you, at your side in a moments notice.

[tinydefector]

Do you think cybertronians ever get a bit freaked out on how tough we are? Yes they can break us like toothpicks but humans seem to be able to take a good beating as well with adrenaline helping. Even our own body and oxygen trys kills us and yet we stick around like roaches. We're fragile in some reasonable and dumb ways and then resilient in the most dumbest ways.

Oh definitely, alot of the bots are very off put by how fragile humans are just in general and tend to avoid them.

But then there's the moments like Ratchet working a late shift and a small knock on the door alerts him someone's there, he turns around expecting it to be Rodimus or Whirl who he's about to scold but instead it's one of the humans and they look worse for wear. After fussing over them for a moment, detailed scans relay fractured ribs, a broken collar bone, and a heap of bruises and yet the humans just like. "Can I have some Panadol, Nurophen, and a glass of water?" Because they don't know what else to do its what they would get. Most of the times they ended up in the hospital. Ratchet is losing his God dawn mind as he rushes around looking for the best painkillers he can find for orgaincs in the smallest dosage he can give, hoping to primus it doesn't shut their heart down. In the end, they end up on a medication that makes them extremely drowsy, almost like the green whistle/ Weed.

Ratchet ends up doing alot of study on the human body and realises just how fucked up little monsters we are. We literally need oxygen to survive but he we have to much pure oxygen it will kill us. Water, we need a certain amount of it, if we don't have enough we will get dehydrated and die, if we have to much we will get water poisoning, intoxication, or a disruption of brain function. This happens when there's too much water in our cells, such as the brain and blood cells, causing them to swell. When the cells in the brain swell, they cause pressure in the brain, resulting in death. The issue is that it can become an addiction to drinking too much water for the effect it has on the body. Same with nearly everything we consume, it can kill us, but we need a lot of it in moderation.

Human: "I just need some basic pain killers and a nap"

Bot: "No, you need full surgery, sedations, and 3 weeks of recovery!"

Human: "nah she'll be fine!"

Bot: "Absolutely Not, bed now before I cuff you"

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Following that imagine a first contact AU where Cybertronians and humans are just slowly getting to know how the other works and next thing a human is kneeling over in horrific pain and it send the bots all into panic mode trying to help them, wondering what's happening and thinking they are dying. And the human after about ten minutes some pain killers still looking rather pale and unhealthy just go. "Sorry about that fuck I hate, Cramps/palpitations/ phantom pains/ and such" and the bots are just looking at them horrified like.

Bot: NOT NORMAL!!!"

Human: what you talking about?

Bot: everything that just happened you literally just short circuited!

Human: nah that's causal wait till you see the really funky shit.

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Human pet AU

Cybertronian's keeping humans as pets is like humans keeping hamsters. Humans are some of the most homicidal, suicidal and just deranged creatures that Cybertronian's could keep as pets. It's gotten to the point that they are a luxury/ exotic pet because if you do not feed them the right stuff, give them the right amount of light and socialising, and they will just die. There are so many Cybertronian's who take their human into clinics worried as and its just the human being a little bustard because they didn't get the treat they wanted 2 weeks ago and are still holding that grudge. Not to mention, we are prone to causing as much trouble and issue. We are like cats.

But we are also very easily sick and primus forbid a human gets sick because to a bot they think it's a death sentence for their sweet little spitfire of a human who they have had now for ages. And the human looks ready to die, and the next day, they are up and about like nothing ever happened.

Human: if you don't feed me the meals I want I'm going to pretend to die. If you do feed me what I want I might actually die because I shouldn't be eating it.

Panicked bot: "MY HUMAN HAS GOTTEN SICK. HELP!?!"

Human: totally worth it.

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In conclusion, the cybertronians are rather wary/ concerned about how resilient humans really are.

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[ctghost]

Yandere pharma plss ? Thank you, I love your art sm!! :3

Sure! This one inspired by @yanderes-galore 's pharma concept つ( ^w^)つ i was aiming to make him a little more pathetic crazy but i think this works too ahhajs

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[jinuaei]

Smth smth horny medical patch up with the medics. Having small wounds that are easy to patch up but the medic insists in having you in a weirdly sexual position that is 'best for better treatment'.

Pharma especially would be guilty of this I think.

Do you have a small nick on the inside of your thigh? He'd have you lay on your back, ass flush against his pelvis. One of his servo spread your legs wide open while the other sticks a band aid on it. He keeps rubbing the band aid, moving higher and higher to ensure 'it sticks well.'

Do you have bruises on your arms? You'd be sitting on top of him while he's laid down as he gently massages them to make them go away faster, he tells you to brace yourself against him when it gets painful. He doesn't mention that he only told you that to distract you at the fact that he's been rubbing his modesty plate with the same servos he's been using to massage you, it's easier to hide his debauchery when your nuzzled into his neck.

Even normal checkups aren't 'normal', he's especially interested in your mouth and keeps commenting about how different it is from Cybertronian intakes and how wet and warm it is. He doesn't mention the odd lingering of his digits on your lips or how much his thumb caressed your thumb as he examines your throat.

Just... weirdly horny medical treatments/checkups that leave you flushed and the medic horny.

[revelboo]

Me missing Pharma, we are now his therapy human but we just there for the robot tea ☕

Pretty much

Pulp Fiction Pt 7

Pharma x Reader

• “So,” you begin and he glances down at you tucked into the crook of his arm, looking up at him. And you hold your arms up across your chest so your little hands extend past your shoulders. “Can you fly? Those are wings, right?” Smiling despite himself as his wing panels flare out under your attention and why wouldn’t you appreciate his form. Primitive organic or not, you obviously have taste.

• “Of course, I can fly,” he says, chin lifting and you make a mental note. Apparently he’s as proud of that as he is of his medical skills. “There’s nothing quite like it. Makes me almost pity the ground bound.” And there’s the ego. “Though at least a vehicle alt mode of some sort is better than some others,” he adds, optics sliding and you go still spotting the other mech headed your way. Hear the stranger growl something that seems to be directed at you and given the way his lip curls, probably uncomplimentary. As he passes, Pharma vents. “Poor Ambulon. Did you know his alt mode is a leg?”

• “Alt mode?” You ask and he shakes his head. Keeps forgetting you’re as ignorant as a sparkling, asking so many stupid questions. Though given Ambulon’s disgust about a “dirty little organic bringing their dirty organic germs into the Medbay,” he’s much less inclined to leave you in his habsuite just to irritate the other bot. You’re certainly not dirty. He’d washed you himself that morning even though you’d fought him until finally giving up and being good. So fussy about being stripped of those coverings, though it had been interesting to map out your anatomy. To find out how similar you are to a Cybertronian in form.

• “I forget you little things are stuck like that. Must be tedious. We transform,” he says, sounding very much like he’s bragging while also managing to sound condescending. You need him, your life depends on him. Just keep reminding yourself of that. So he can become some kind of jet, you guess. That little one had sported something like tires. And the one that doesn’t like you becomes… a leg? Just a leg. Trying to imagine in what situation that would be useful, you come up blank.

• “How does that work? A leg by itself?” Wing panels flicking at your question, because you are smarter than you look, he reaches to rub under your chin and you lay a little palm on him. Leaning back into his chassis.

• “About as well as you’d imagine. I think it was a failed attempt to create a combiner. He thinks the file is sealed,” he says with a laugh. “As if I wouldn’t know.” The impression you’ve gotten is that he’s in charge here. Makes you almost feel sorry for the other two, because you’re certain he treats them only marginally better than he treats you, though he’s been more affectionate since you started flattering him and asking questions. You’re almost certain under the bluster, he’s lonely. Definitely stressed about something, you’ve seen him stay up late making notes and muttering to himself in his own language. Sometimes he doesn’t recharge at all.

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[karinadele]

Random New Years thoughts

Transformers x reader @ new years fireworks

probably ooc as usual...

Ratchet: Will grumble something something human traditions, but will bring you out to see it. Secretly loves it too.

Optimus: Will take you to a cliff/hill and have you sit on his altmode's roof, keeping you warm as you lay on it to enjoy the fireworks.

Starscream: Will scoff at the idea, but with some coaxing, he'll take you out for a spin in between the fireworks. Dancing and weaving through it. Found the experience beautiful, but will never admit to it.

Soundwave: Will be quiet the whole time. Keeping you warm with his tendrils as you two watch it. Is recording everything as usual.

Ravage: Jumps at the noise originally. But will warm up to it and snuggle next to you and soundwave.

Lazerbeak: Will squawk to each and firework, until either you or ravage smack him.

Megatron (any but idw & es): If you're on good behavior, he will grant you the privilege of seeing them. Holding you in his servo the whole time. If you pissed him off... (well good luck. better hope you dont turn into fireworks.)

IDW Megatron: (they aint even on earth but whatever.) Will enjoy the fireworks with you, probably with you nuzzled in his chassis or neck. Will then go back and record the event in writing. Finding the experience mesmerizing.

Pharma: Will find the noise startling as he works, eventually sighing as he knows they've made it through another cycle. Will transform and dance with the fireworks, shooting his own as well.

Brainstorm: Is the one setting off the fireworks. Also exploded several.

Rodimus: Actually excited to see it, restless and adhd. Will try to get you to teach him how to set them off.

Happy 2025 yall.

[kandy-sticks-zaza-blogs]

If you're wondering who is Y/N team up with during war while getting split up for strategy well... it's Sentinel Prime yep... anyway....

Sentinel

A prime with a big ego and pride.

Look at our captain dawg we're gonna die.😭

Have a bad luck encountering alot of Decepticons.

Jettwins {Jetstorm & Jetfire}

Will yapping you to death since they both talked alot and gossip about the drama.

Both are inseparable since they are both twins brother and matching eachother colours but they are both troublemaker.

They are Sentinel Prime best bodyguard since they are acrobatic.

Dion

Wasn't supposed to be here bro just wants to be with his besties.

Is tired of everyone bullcrap let the mech rest.

Will give you advice, have to handle everything and teach you to fight.

Perceptor

The smartest in the group full of dumbasses and one killer.

A yapper who will explained you about science and make everyone bored.

Is good at shooting with a sniper that's the reason why he is forced joined in Sentinel group.

Pharma

Unhinged Psycho Medic.

Probably a sadistic psycho that loves to freak everyone out.

Don't worry he have a shock collar to be tamed so he wouldn't attack everyone with a chainsaw also his wings are disabled since they put restraints on him.

Cliffjumper

The most chaotic mf on the team.

Just wanted to be with his brother and get mistaken as Bumblebee.

He brought out the big guns (like a large one.)

[robolvrr]

medical malpractice. ‿⁠✷｡

pharma x human! gn reader.

warnings: medical play. sharp objects. temporary blindness/sensory play.

nsfw under the cut. this is a bit darker but this is pharma we are talking about here. not enough of this rat on my feed.

"are you sure ratchet isn't available?"

the cooling bulbs shine bright in your eyes and you itch the sleeves of your uniform, gaze wavering between the flawlessly polished floors and an elaborate monitor with a screen that easily dwarfed you lengthwise.

the fucker doesn't speak for an uncomfortable five seconds. you are convinced he purposefully does this just to have the pleasure of your wariness wither.

"yes, my dear. he has far more pressing matters than a simple organic check-up. i do apologize if my cycles of experience in this profession is.. lacking for your standards."

his back is all you see when your face twists, mouth slack as you struggle to seek a response.

sarcasm must be a species thing. almost every cybertronian on this ship seems to have a snippy remark.

"it's not that."

you don't know how to describe it. pharma is sardonic and precise. the crew members don't seem to have too negative of an opinion as his performance precedes his mannerisms.

when he first laid optics on you, there was a tiny voice in the back of your head that itched.

he did not share the warmth of his companions. granted, it was not as if you were adored by all mechs — plenty still had their reservations of allowing such an easily harmed creature aboard on a personal journey that they could not even hope to relate to.

however, unlike the other medics, you felt trapped under his leer. vivisected no matter the layers of insulation and nylon hiding flesh that blazed under unrelenting attention.

he never strayed far from your thoughts after that introduction. you can hear his croon at night and see those genuine, icy stares when you close your eyelids to toss and turn to sleep.

he's dangerous.

no one shows to share your beliefs. you don't speak of them out of fear of alienation. he triggers your survival instincts so strongly it starts to make you angry, because he hadn't done anything to warrant the disapproval.

he's a voyeur to your discomfort. sooner or later, you learn his subtle language and realize he's pleased.

you make efforts to avoid him. it's easy, given your skills don't overlap with his duties. you're just an engineer and more than half of the technology they possess is outside your education. you forget about his stalking frame and find members that treat you nice, treat you gentle.

this very situation is nightmarish.

"distracted, little dove?"

a yelp leaves your lips. his helm is eerily close and his smug smile remains firm on his dermas. you're so alarmed you don't notice the velcro round a forearm until he clasps the straps, tight.

the iv bag is clear. you breathe shakily.

"please keep in mind i do have your best interests in consideration."

"... just get on with it, doctor."

he hums, doesn't react to the bite. his digits graze your elbow. when did he yank up your sleeve? goosebumps freckle up your skin and he pinches.

consideration. the gravity of that word sinks in the pit of your gut. too easy to miscontrue.

"i understand your.. unease. alone, far from home, far from your own kind. under the scrutiny of what you cannot predict."

the medical stretcher slowly creaks back. the rusty pop of cogs startled you. a giant light nearly hides his calm demeanor, just the shadow of himself and a halo of sterile white behind him.

the electricity sparkling in your veins runs blood hot. faint beeping climbs in measure — you assume the thumping pattern of your heartbeat is what that is.

suddenly, your mouth is coaxed open.

metal - tool and him - slide across your tongue in a practiced sweep. it clinks against your canines and molars, scraping inner cheek until you feel just shy of pink, sticky sinew shredding.

a swab is after. it isn't rough but far from tender. this is no lollipop ending appointment and you become faintly aware of a chemical stench starting to waft around your vicinity.

"healthy. teeth all accounted for. funny, how these bones work. brainstorm had spoken to me about ah, what is it called for you. cavities. fascinating, your inner workings aren't close in nature and yet it can poison you, just by chance. find that small, plump heart and send it right into failure."

this conversation tinges dreadful again. you make a protesting noise that careens into a groan before he shushes you, sifting through equipment. having him in your mouth has your jaw throb sore.

"yes, yes, i know, keep it quick. while we are on the subject of brainstorm however i want to be frank. he has assisted me in creating a method to better examine your parts. you're just so.. fragile. small. i would hate to hurt you."

".. and what exactly does that entail?", you whisper dubiously, twitching at the thought of anything from brainstorm being near you in a ten mile radius.

he laughs.

"well", you blink and he is still difficult to see with all the lights and proximity, something wet and slimy dropping in both of your eyes. you squirm with a gasp and go to rub out of nature. he stops you.

"it's difficult to explain on your terms. but it's dropped into your eyes. microscopic cameras are effortlessly mixed with the solvent. it'll adapt to the shape. almost like a thin casing. it connects to my screen aaaand.."

you can't see. confusion driving the monitor to grow louder and louder.

"you put fucking cameras in my eyes? wh— what?! i can't fucking see! does ratchet know-"

"ratchet is not here. i suggest you find your bearings before you scare yourself to death, dear."

he sounds unapologetic. you fully drift to panic and think about the crawling sensation around sclera, unsure where your imagination and reality separate.

pharma sounds distant. this very room is almost closing in and your senses heighten in natural hopes to extend your survival.

his voice is charming and thick with something you can't identify. whispers hot in your ear. a cut has been made.

"excellent, little one."

this is torture.

one by one, the pain of an incision you can't even detect when it was sliced sutured with practical movements. unwoven, stitched again. you start to huff.

thumb catches moisture. you hear a rumble and it isn't the ship engines, it's him.

"just what else can the human body do?"

your throat closes up.

"how much could you take, hm? i simply want to know. there is no... allure of a broken body. perhaps in a dream. perhaps in my fantasies."

in and out, you fade. body trembling, hair sweaty on your forehead. he is an issue you cannot solve.

"perhaps, perhaps."

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"how did the examination go?"

ratchet doesn't pull from his work. the gruffness and bitter edge you have learned to navigate and know his inquiry is made out of concern, not forced.

"i... fine, i think. i can't remember."

ratchet keeps working, though his pace has slowed.

"... mm."

[woradat]

ahem, i present to you, possibilities for pharma in field butcher

hes either going to downright despise reader or absolutely adore reader's methods.

wait maybe he could despise reader's personality BUT adore the reader's methods and he's absolutely pissed about that fact? 🤣

Yes I have read all your tag and I have to say. I really like the way you burst it all out

I should probably just do a one-shot for him. With this, the story and interactions will flow more smoothly than in a scenario. Should I start with after his and Raschet's confrontation at the Delphi? And I love your idea of MC becoming his apprentice (like in Ratchet's scenario if you squint - But it's like a mirror world. Two licensed doc but guess who has schizophrenia? Just like that, I'm giggle)

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Pharma wouldn’t stop you. He wouldn’t flinch when you said something delightfully unhinged. He wouldn’t scold you for using the wrong end of the scalpel. He wouldn’t gasp when you treated a spark valve like it owed you shanix

No—he would praise you

“Fascinating” he would murmur, leaning just a bit too close “You used a bonding agent meant for hull repair to seal a neural junction. Tell me—was that instinct… or madness?”

“Both. It was either that or the guy was gonna leak memories for a week”

“Excellent” he’d sigh, visibly enchanted “Never let textbooks dull your blade"

And he would smile at you—gently, sweetly just like a scalpel tucked into a bouquet. Pharma would speak to you in metaphors, offering knowledge the way most offer confessions—desperate, beautiful, and just a little too intense. He would describe spark chambers like they were blooming flowers. He’d talk about stabilizer plates the way poets talk about collarbones

And if you laughed while slicing through a nerve cluster?

Pharma would suffer. Intensely

Because he wouldn’t know whether to report you or romance you. You were chaos with a medical license — or more terrifyingly, without one and Pharma, despite his pristine plating and textbook diction, would find himself absolutely, inexplicably, furiously enamored — He’d watch you perform a patch job with a blowtorch and dental floss and feel his spark hiccup

He’d try, really try to hate you but you’d glance up, grinning like a gremlin with a CPR certification, and Pharma would think

“Oh no. I want to kiss them. And then autopsy them. And then kiss them again”

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This is a drabble that I think might be a good one, maybe add some internal conflict later

[xaythefreak]

Mommy I wanna talk about Pharma and Ratchet being yanderes, fighting for the same Lil human <3 Maybe Pharma manages to steals them away but here comes Tarn who takes one look at the human is like "oh I want that one too"

PHARMA MY STINKY STUPID GUY WHO I HATE /AFF

yandere! Pharma who keeps you in a large terrarium, it's full of your favorite things like your fav snacks, books and stuff like that, he LOVES spoiling you <33

he loves just holding you,,, lightly squeezing your squishy little body and pinching it <3

ohohohohoho after the DJD deal he becomes more unhinged,, he desperately wants you to stay by his side bc your the only thing that makes it all worth it in the end,,, please stay,, stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay

HIM HAVING TO FIGHT OFF RATCHET AND TARN TO HAVE YOU UUUUGHHH,,, add the rest of the DJD as yanderes too and it makes it SPICY /hj

Ratchet KNOWS Pharma is too unstable for you to be with, and Tarn just wants his lil deity to be ok,,,,,,,

[smallestapplin]

Hello! you can make Yandere Blurr, Pharma and Tyrest x Cybertronian female reader wife

I always did like them crazy. Also I apologize I don't feel confident in writing Tyrest, even reading and reading his wiki I can't get a good read on his character QwQ

🔞Warnings : toxic behavior, threats, talks of harm, implied noncon, past murder. I wrote little scenarios too ^^ 🔞

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Blurr

- Blurr is a puppy, if you could place him in a category. He is always so happy to see you, always at your side attached to your hip, and if he's on a mission he gets it done in record speeds just to run back to base for you, yelling your name and tackling you into a hug.

- He's so sickeningly sweet to you, always showing up for you, helping you work, and always does something spontaneous to keep you on your pedes!

- You'd never believe a soul that Blurr could harm friends or allies, not unless you saw it for yourself. He is always such a sweetie, and the reason you agreed to bond your spark to his.

- You even told Bee you just couldn't believe him without evidence "I know Blurr can get a bit sassy, but threaatening to crush your spark in his servos? That's just not like him."

- Blurr knows this, he's not dumb, he knows you placed your blind trust and faith in him, and he will do whatever it takes to keep it that way. It's why he glares, snaps, and makes snide comments to any boy getting too close to you. Even puts on the waterworks, crying about how mean the bot you finished speaking to is, just to make you comfort him and avoid that bot unless for work.

- He loves you, he loves you so so much and never fails to tell you or show you.

- But sometimes it's overwhelming, you never get a moment to yourself, you are never alone to collect your thoughts or to process your feelings on anything, Blurr is right there, cooing at you and nuzzling his helm into your neck cables.

- Even though you're tired, you never ask him to leave you alone, last time you sighed and asked for space he was sobbing, clinging to you harder, pleading with you to not leave or abandon him, that he can't live without you.

- "I want you, i need you! I-I can't live without you! I don't know what I'd do without you- pleasepleaseplease don't leave me, I love you!" Over and over and over again. It had you worried and guilt ridden, leaving you to never mention space again.

- You even apologized to him after that, never meaning to upset him.

- It's like he's draining your battery dry, sucking away your life force.

- But you stay by his side like a dutiful wife, helping him on missions when it's needed, smiling when he comes back, kissing him any chance you get.

- You feel like you're drowning in his love, suffocating you.

- Even as you lay in your shared berth, wide awake, Blurr sleeps in a peaceful stasis laying on top of you.

You sigh, your neck cables stiff from such a long time staring at your data pad and working on reports, but you're glad you got a large chunk of it done, you can finally go to your habsuite and relax.

Your spark clenches at the sound of rapidly approaching pedesteps. You try to hide your exhaustion, just in time to turn around and get a blue glob lunging for you.

You catch your husband with ease, use to his antics by now.

"Ohhhh I missed you so much! The mission was terribly boring but nothing I couldn't handle. Have you eaten yet? I want to have energon with you."

He speaks so fast, excitement showing in his words.

"M'sorry Blurr, I was just about to go to our habsuite and go down for a cycle. Prowl has been on my aft about reports, and I'm tiring."

He looks so crushed, his face plate a mix of sadness and rage.

"He's so pushy and such a workaholic! I have half a processor to go into his office and give him a piece if my brain module! I can't believe that guy, pushing my poor wife for his stupid reports."

He goes on such a long rant about Prowl, pointing out everything the bot has done wrong or the frankly harsh things he's said, you hate to admit that Blurr has a point but you are fond of Prowl.

He's rough around the edges but a nice friend to you when he opens up.

"Blurr, sweetie, it's fine really. Prowl has been swamped with reports and I don't mind helping. He's actually a nice bot once you get through his walls."

Blurr's expression looks like you just shot him. He clings to you, digits practically sinking into your back strut.

"Y-you've been hanging out with him without me?"

"It's just for work. Blurr, you know I love you and would never dream of leaving you, but I'd like to have some friends, even if they are just work friends."

Your spark aches at the sight of his optics welling up with liquid.

You just know you're going to have to start comforting him and avoid Prowl at all costs if it makes him this upset.

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Pharma

- lying to yourself in hopes you'd believe it. Pharma is a menace, you tried so hard to be kind to him, yet your kindness is what lead you here, bound to him in everything but your spark, it's at least the only thing he can't force upon you, no matter how many times he opens your spark chamber.

- No matter how many times he's tried to force the bond, always so calmly muttering his love for you, it never works.

- You once had such a fiery spirit, such a fiercely protective and loyal bot before Pharma got his servos on you. He broke you. The last time you managed to escape him and find help, he just killed them, toyed with them for fun no matter how much begged him to spare them. New parts for him.

- You never forgave yourself for being the reason those innocent bots met their ends, and Pharma takes great pleasure in that. You curl into such a cute ball and silently cry yourself into stasis, with him right behind you, curling around you and buring his face plate into the back of your neck. You want to scream, to sob, to upchuck and empty your tanks at the disgust of feeling his touch. His arms around your waist, holding you so tenderly, rubbing his thumb across your mesh like he's been an adoring lover this entire time.

- If you leave he will just find you.

- "What, you're not going to run again? My, but it was such a fun game we played!" He laughs.

- Pharma flips between knowing you don't love him in return, but not caring as he loves you and that's all that matters, to having moments of truly believing you're just playing games with him, such a playful darling he has! You just want to keep your marriage exciting, right?

- You try to lie to yourself, that you do love him, you love being at his side, you love ensuring he has plenty of energon, you love him.

- You miss the old him, the old Pharma you married, the old Pharma you promised to spark bond with once he returned form work but he never came back. Only for him to come back some years later to...being like this.

- He's draining, but he always makes sure you've eaten today, always makes sure you're safe, always makes sure he's kissed you and said he's loved you today.

- You can't fight him forever, you both know that.

- Why keep fighting when you can be a good little wife and accept his love?

Everyday it's the same, every cycle is new but nothing changes, you're still in the same dark abandoned building. You avoiding leaving your makeshift habsuite and a few other areas, not wanting to hear anything Pharma is doing further in the back.

You don't want to hear screams that get cut short, and the whirl of a saw.

You don't want to hear or see anything, you just want to pretend this is all a nightmare, but you know you can't wake up from it.

You just want a sense of normalcy back, to be back at your nice home on Cybertron before the war, laughing with coworkers and friends, greeting your husband with a smile.

Now you can barely stand to look at him without fear gripping your spark.

He's not the bot you married.

You lay on your berth, back facing the door as you don't want to see him, you don't even want him to see your face you don't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing your fear.

Your body trembles hearing his pedesteps growing closer. You will your body to freeze and squeeze your optics shut, just in time for the door to open. Pharma pauses in the doorway, looking over your resting form.

You've been going into stasis a lot more than usual, and a lot more than is recommended, but he can't be too upset with you, after all you look adorable when you're resting.

He moves quietly throughout the room, cleaning up the energon from his face, servo, and saw, knowing you don't like him leaving such a mess.

"I know you're awake, Dear."

You bite your derma holding back a whimper, but remain unmoving

"I'm worried you're sleeping too much, that's usually the first sign something is wrong. Funny how you could be sick, and don't you come to me with it, I am trained in this you know."

You can hear the smile in his voice, as if he didn't kills bots just to meet a quota, tortured someone you called friend, and then all of this.

You'd rather die than let him know anything.

"Are you truly so tired you can't tell me? No matter, I'll find out next cycle, yeah? I'll let you get some rest."

Your optics widen as he lays down behind you, his saw moving to rest under his helm, and his free arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

Your back against his Chassis, his face into the back of your neck, pressing feather light kisses across your cables.

Pharma hums, chuckling softly at the feeling of your body shaking. His servo tightens its grip on you, keeping you flushed with him.

"So cute, I wish you'd let me dissect you to figure out what makes you so irresistible."

He laughs at hearing your involuntary whimper.

"No, I could never, but I'd much rather you be my pretty nurse."

You just want to go home and away from this monster.

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I was just interested if you were a suckered for the clothing and fabric and perfume trope as I am. In the sense where fabrics and a abundance of organic flora was considered more common for higher class cybertronains but that even then it was pretty scarce. Imagine a bot or con after getting over their fears or mild disgust of the squishness of humans so to speak the next few things they notice is how many types of hair there are. How many styles and how many different ways to dye said hair. It drives them nuts the feel such softer fibers all together to make a more denser form. Curled,staight,wavy it all catches their optics. Painted nails almost similar to paint for their frames. Tattoos so intriguing. A human willingly damaging their surface that is more fragile than their metallic frames. It's a living scar. And they can't help but slowly come to love it to when they see how much their human complain does. But fabric? God they almost get drunk off of it. When they get a hug they shiver at the smooth article that brushes on their frame. The variety. So many styles and colors. So many meaning behind patterns and techniques. They can't help but almost grow jealous hearing how far back a simple stich can come from in human history. Humanity dressing itself in plush silks and flimsy polyester but it's all gold compared to what the cybertronains have come to crave. Imagine them having made themselves smaller so they could be inside your living space and they can't help but notice all the fabrics. All the plush surfaces. Their in heaven fully convinced they're going to meet the great primes. And if you had a scented burning candle? Sweet or citrus they can't help but want to inhale deeply to capture the scent. Perfumes? God their drunk whenever a human walks into a enclosed space because all mechs and femmes are fighting themselves to not snatch you up and keep you. If you use scented body wash or scented lotion then can practically taste it on your skin if you are near or hug them. They crave it when it's late at night and they've got you sobbing and thighs shaking as they kiss and lap at your scented thighs. And if theirs multiple humans in a space? That almost has a bot slurring their words as iff they just had the best energon. Just some thoughts haha I'm very sorry it's so long. I'm just a suckered for all these headcanons and just how while they may be disgusted and have hatred for humanity some fo them can't help but swoon for so many qualitys of their human companions that are nothing like their skin. So soft and complaint and so very warm at heart.

So I do have some fics on this stuff one is

Ratchet x reader. Involving perfumes effecting cybertronians like a sex potion or sex pollen.

Then I have

Starscream x reader. Involving the infamous dress and him testing out different outfits on his partner.

This small collection of bots reacting to nipple piercings (was like my first fic I ever wrote here)

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I am quite a sucker for the clothing and fabric and perfume trope. I really enjoy writing cybertronians who adore seeing their partner drapped in shimmering fabrics. Becuase to the human its could just be a satin sheet, but to the cybertronian it is luxury, it showcases so much about you and every chance they get they love getting to just feel or touch the fabrics.

Imagine: your cybertronian is sat on theirs berth which is a mix of almost foam matting(yoga mat/ expanding foam) They don't lay on just metal but it's not particularly comfortable for their human. So one day, they introduced them to memory foam, and its like the bots world has opened up. It becomes a soft, comfortable recharge. But as you start bringing sheets, blankets, and your pillows, it makes the bots feel as if they are falling in love. They love it when you drape the soft fabric over them and make yourself almost a next on their chassis with the soft bedding. To they it feels like a luxury that you are pampering them even if it's just to make yourself more comfortable. It's the fact you leave them in their suite on their berth take makes their spark clench in delight knowing you'll be coming back.

I also tend to write cybertronains have alot more nasal sensors and detectors to the point they can break down the partials to annalise them. The smell of fresh lining is something that effects them almost like catnip with a cat. They will roll around in the fabric optics wide. Engines roaring in delight. As their joints squeak and clank against the walls.

I also love writing that Fabric was something that only the Highest of society had on cybertron, but mainly due to have small the fibers are it is extremely hard for cybertronains to replicate the material, so it fetched for high prices when Imported from organic planets. If you were of the lower classes, you would be lucky if you had a tarp or some sort of soft plastic as it was also still very sort after. So you can imagine how the cybertronains reacted once on earth, even while undercover. Fabric is such a huge part of human culture that cybertronians, when they find even just a pretty scrap of Fabric, keep it as a token. As if to say "frag you" to the universe.

But I can also see a human finding the stash of Fabric cut off's and offering to sew them all together in an almost patchwork like blanket for their bot and you can bet your ass you will have that cybertronian on thier knees worshipping you for it.

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"Hey, we have hail forecasted," their voice calls out to the vehicle parked in the driveway. The cybertronian is rather quiet as they register what was said to them. "It isn't acid rain, so it won't be anything too bad." they try to argue only to have a large old blanket thrown over them. "Hey, what are you doing?" It sends shock throught their system having something so soft drapped over their frame.

"I'm covering you up so you don't get hail damage, I sadly can't get you into the garage at the moment so the next best thing I can do is cover you up with some blankets and a tarp so you don't get damaged by ice falling out of the sky" they explain as they throw another over the vehicle. Making sure to fully cover the bot before throwing a waterproof tarp over them, too. "Sorry, I don't have anything better than this, but it will keep you dry and our of harm's way." Those words hit their spark in a way they never would have thought it would. They are left almost speechless, cosy, and somewhat warm as the hailstorm rolls in.

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When it comes to hair colour, skin colour, and tattoos. It fascinates them so much to see such diversity and colour on a species they originally believed to be quite dull. It gets to the point when making their holoform avatars they love exploring and expressing themselves as if making a sims character. Even going as far as some get custom paint jobs of the tattoos, they get on their avatars because, for them, it's the closest thing they can have to tattoos. But think about you getting a tattoo in a shop right across from where your cybertronian partner is getting their paint job because it was a cute couples day out.

And don't get me started on how much cybertronians love human's hair. The fibers are so different to them and they love the feeling of it, they just have to be very careful when running a digit theought thier lovers hair as to not get it jammed in the joints causing you pain.

Another thing that cybertronians are fascinated by is humans' willingness to injure themselves in the name of beauty. From tattoos, piercings, injections, and surgery. In honesty, it's not that different from frame ulteration, but they don't know how a human can do it. The bots can turn their pain sensors off while humans are just soldier on through it.

I love the idea that the bots also horde car freshners that their humans get them. It becomes a full-on pokemon card situation of them trading double ups, begging their partner to get them others so they can rub it in their friends' faces. But air freshners weren't a thing until Earth, and the bots love how it makes their frame smell different from the oil, grease, and car smell.

But perfumes gods I love the idea that perfumes have a certain chemical reaction to Cybertronian systems to the point to turns them into a raging horny bot who can't get enough of how your skin taste and how desperately they try to literally lick the perfume off your skin as if it were the riches and most expensive high grade energex on the market. It also leads to a lot of personal working with the bots not being allowed to wear perfume/cologne. Deodorants don't affect them the same way, but they also enjoy how they smell quite a bit.

But yes I love the idea of perfumes pretty much working like a pheromone spray and don't get me started on actual pheromones spray, your not leaving that bots berth for atleast 3 days, they will bring you food, water and anything you want but it literally overrides their system protocol and makes them desperate to breed you.

In conclusion, DO NOT wear perfume or Pheromone spray near the bots unless you don't intend to be leaving the berth for at least 3 days if not more becyase they can and will keep you their.

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A few more sketches 🥹🧡

And a very unfinished sketch of Elita🛐

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Revel i love u, (platonically) its such a treat to see a notification from you and im scrambling to read it.

no need to write or anything, but what do you think about Pharma?

Thank you! I’ve been meaning to tackle him anyway since I’ve gotten 3 or 4 requests for him, but wasn’t entirely sure how to write him. He does horrible things, but he does them to survive, so he’s a bit complicated. And unstable. 18+ 🌶️

Pulp Fiction

Pharma x Reader

• Guilt a living thing in his spark, it’s almost become a routine now. A deft incision and a few little snips to paralyze the motor functions of his patient. Part of him is relieved that it gets a bit easier every time, while the rest of him dies a little more. They’re going to offline anyway, he knows it. There’s nothing he can do to save them, he didn’t kill them. None of this is his fault. Only taking their T-cog, since they don’t need it anymore and he does. Paralyzed, their optics still stare up at him. Accusing him until he wants to drive the end of the scalpel into those awful optics again and again so they can’t stare at him like that. Shoving away from the berth before he gives in to the impulse, he feels energon running down his servos, down under his plating as he carries the T-cog to the hidden bin and adds it to the rest. Turning away, he almost misses the furtive little sound.

• Sneaker squeaking on the floor, you hold your breath as the giant turns and looks around. Praying it won’t see you. That you’re so small, you won’t be noticed as you fight another wave of nausea. You don’t know where you are or how you got there, but you feel awful and your head is pounding. If you retch, it’ll definitely find you. But it doesn’t matter as those blue optics spot you and widen. Upper lip curling as it snarls something unintelligible at you and lunges. Screaming, you take off.

• What is that? Some kind of horrible, little organic that screeches at him and runs away when he grabs for it. And it’s surprisingly fast as he gives chase, spark thrumming. Snatching up an empty energon cube from a gurney, his peds slide as he overtakes the thing and it falls trying to change directions. Yelping when he slides the cube toward it and it jumps inside to avoid being crushed against the wall. Tipping the cube flat, it cries out as it slides to the bottom before shoving back into a corner away from him. “Little pest,” he mutters, picking up the cube and studying the thing, noticing the coverings. A domesticated pet, maybe? One of his late patient’s? It takes him a moment to realize the noise it’s making isn’t random. It’s talking, or at least trying to. He can’t understand a word of it’s nonsense. “You’re almost cute for a filthy organic.” Big eyes stare up at him as he vents, wondering if he should just toss it in the incinerator.

• Cringing against the side of the clear box when the giant reaches in and touches the top of your head, it takes a minute to realize it’s petting you like a lost kitten. As scary as the thing is, it occurs to you that being on its good side probably significantly increases your life expectancy until you can escape and figure out what’s going on. So you awkwardly reach up and pet his giant servo. “Hi.”

• That tiny hand is surprisingly warm as it touches him, the little thing tipping its head back to smile at him, expression uncannily like a Cybertronian’s. What is this thing? Venting tiredly, he carries it to his office and sets it on his desk and wipes the energon from his servos. “It’s not like I enjoy helping that psychopath. I don’t have a choice,” he mutters to himself. “If I don’t do it, I die and he finds someone else to do it.” You make a noise and he glances over to find you staring at him, a hand pressed to the inside of the cube. Babbling your nonsense as he huffs out a laugh. “Right?” It not like he has anyone else to pour the poison out to, no one who wouldn’t turn him in anyway. And he needs to say it or he’ll go mad. “You understand, don’t you?”

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God I'm thinking about Pharma incidentally catching First Aid writing fanfiction and the first thing he does is tell Aid about the Springre typo he just made two sentences ago