Tag: pharma
“Your tongue is your only weapon left. It’d be wise to evaluate who you’re using it against. Now, what do you say, Phar~ma?”
Holy crap Pharma finally decided to let me finish his shiny aft.
This was such a chore Q__Q Well then here he is *throws confetti* ….
It’s done, hooray. 😀
Enjoy the plotless Tarma smut.
More to come at some point, I fear 😛
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Listen to me read this gay ass shit out loud into a microphone. Idk if they want to be mentioned here but THANK YOU dude for linking me this fic! You, yes, you!!
“The truth is, you do like this,” Pharma growled into the side of Ambulon’s head, and his fingers dragged down Ambulon’s body, back between his legs. “No, not what they did to you. Not the wounds they left behind. But the control.” Digits stabbed into pelvic seaming, thrusting relentlessly, and Ambulon keened. “Is that why you agreed to the experiment? Is that why they chose you? Because you were so eager to serve, because you wanted to be used like a tool?” “N-No…!”
“That’s exactly how it is,” Pharma snarled. “You lived a meaningless life in the mines with the rest of your worthless kind, and it was only until you became one cog in a giant machine did you feel suddenly very much alive.” He sneered over Ambulon’s loud whimper. “And oh, how wonderful that must have been – Tossed around like a toy; broken and sewn up again; you liked it all, because it meant you were important, you were worth something.” He grabbed the back of Ambulon’s head, tugged it back fiercely, until they were face to face. The smaller mech’s optics were dim, his cheekplates hot, a line of coolant dribbling from the corner of his gaping, panting mouth. He looked completely defeated, almost a little scared. Pharma narrowed his optics, said in a voice so cold and void of emotion, “But then the reality of the situation caught up to you. The endorphins faded. And you got scared. So you ran away.” He moved forward, lips so close to Ambulon’s. “Just like a coward.”
It took some time for Ambulon to find his voice beneath all the groans and whimpers. Pharma waited patiently, looking so calm, despite the way his fingers tore into seams, both hurting and pleasuring. Ambulon closed his optics; a few seconds later, opened, hooded, fatigued.
“Ph-Pharma,” he croaked, and the doctor could feel shaky fingers grip his working hand. Ambulon cycled more air, moving forward, and his lips brushed against Pharma’s as he murmured, “Use me. Use. Me.” His tongue flicked the corner of the doctor’s mouth. “Like a toy, if you want, do whatever, do whatever, just.” He pushed against the hand, grinding hips desperately into its touch. “Drag me through the dirt as you do it. Make it hurt, make it hurt, please, please.”
Pharma studied Ambulon’s face. Searched his optics. Then smiled. “For once,” he purred, and nipped the smaller mech’s bottom lip, “I’m quite happy to oblige.”
Holy shit this made me uncomfortable. (you’ve gotten a lot better.)
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