#tfrb vore

[sillyromance]

Heres a fun request. How about heatwave being stubborn and clingy to his prey?(aka the reader?)

Good day, dear anonymous!

I'm really sorry that it took so long to write this - I was emotionally burn out, so it was hard to force myself doing anything... However, finally, It's finished!

Hope you enjoy!

The deal.

- Hey, let me out!

-...

- "Earth calls Heatwave!"

- Nope.

- Heatwave, it's not right! I can't sit here all day!

- I said "No"! You'll stay in there as long as it's needed. You're grounded after all!

You kicked the wall in front and frowned, crossing your arms.

Pumpkin head! He won't get away with this...

You almost fell into the fire while helping him and Kade to put it out from a building in the center of the town that morning. You was caught just in time, coughing out smoke getting into your lungs and violently eating your eyes. Though you didn’t quite understand what happened because literally at the next moment you were thrown into the pitch darkness. Something big and wet was moving quickly underneath, efficiently coating you in sticky liquid rapidly pouring into the room. That was a minute when you figured out the situation. But, before you could even think to protest, the bot's glossa bent deftly - you shrieked, sliding down like a skier via icy snow. Your legs and torso were unceremoniously dragged into tight, humid space with a powerful, demanding gulp, your arms securely held to your sides. So, the only thing that could do was to grunt in irritation as your huge robotic partner forced you down his throat, tracing a moving bulge passing through his thick neck and chest - and feeling as you were wriggling grumpily.

You arrived in the fueltank. Being released from the uncomfortably strong grip of the esophagus, you stretched your arms and legs, then curled up, allowing the organ to give you its usual snuggly "check-up". Frankly, it wasn't so bad; you relaxed, adrenaline leisurely washing away from your veins and your pulse normalizing. The walls gleamed with soft blue glow; its deep, calm hue was the best treatment for your sore eyes. Cool air flowing around Heatwave's internals healed your poisoned lungs. The living metal kneaded upon your tiny form, harmless gurgles and confident, measured sparkbeat being soothing and luring as always. You even gave yourself a chance to pass out for a half of an hour or so; this short sleep session refreshed you perfectly after the great distress you experienced.

However... As you woke up, you began to wonder. Time was passing, and so impatience was slowly growing in your chest. Of course, it was good to take a break from everything, but you had never been a lazy butt! Peace, when it lasts for too long, is demoralizing and fatal for a person, especially for as energetic one as you were. So, finally, you couldn't wait any longer. And even if you wasn’t so active – everyone could get bored sitting cooped up and thinking if they were getting out at all!

That was when you two had this short conversation.

You knew, he was just too caring even if he didn't want to admit it. Heatwave could be deadly annoying and irascible, sometimes even rude; despite all his positive characteristics all the people around were absolutely agree on the point that he had an unbearably "hot" temper.

Regardless, no one else could be as thoughtful and caring as he was to those he loved, especially to you. No doubt, dating someone like him could cause terrible headaches... But these relationships truly worth it.

And still, that time he crossed the line.

- Jerk... - You crawled away from the front wall as far as you could and sat down in the corner, hugging your knees. You saw the silhouette of his servo searching for you from the outside, but you was too exasperated to let him touch you now.

Slight swaying of your chamber stopped; he stood still.

- I can hear everything, you know? - The mech grunted; it was simple to recognize he was insulted.

- Very glad to know. Live with it. - You hissed. Temptation to hit him once more was strong, however you kept yourself from this action. There was no need in pushing the limits of his patience.

Heatwave just snorted and continued… whatever he was doing. You could only catch muffed sounds of your friends' voices laughing and chatting outside. Though, it was clear that the building would require modernization; well, Boulder and Graham would be glad to provide good help with that. The fire was gone, all people were safe and sound...

Suddenly, you recalled the moment when that damn board cracked under your feet and you almost collapsed right into the flame. You didn't even have time to get frightened back then. However, the vivid memory made your heart skip a beat. The suit wouldn't let your body to get burnt instantly... But it didn't mean you could escape easily either. What if you was alone? The wall was high enough as well as the risks that you would break an arm or a leg if you truly fell down. Toxic gases, heat, injuries and tormenting death were the real things which awaited you at that hell. So, didn't your lover do the right thing encapsulating you here? Of course, it seemed a little bit extreme. But his reaction was purely logical after all.

While such thoughts were circulating in your head, the atmosphere outside calmed down. Quite soon it became obvious you and Heatwave stayed alone. He was walking; considering the distance between the area of the accident and the location of the base, you felt even more grateful to him for not transforming into the vehicle mode - though it wouldn't do you any damage, such experience couldn't be called pleasant since you would be thrown into the walls for a hundred times...

You gave the fueltank a softer look. You did come here often, actually. This wrinkly, warm room turned into your private spot where Heatwave sometimes hid you from the rest of the world. He wasn't a fan of going out like other couples did; he must be thinking it was ruining his authority and the image of a severe, stoic bot he always tried to be. However, you two found a way to satisfy your great need in cuddles without Heatwave feeling embarrassed – and going even more red than he had already been.

... That was the reason why there were moments when you "disappeared" from the station. Although, everyone knew (or predicted) where you could be found.

It was like a piece of cake to forget about all the troubles while lying in the bed of alive squishy flesh and listening to the sounds of complicated work happening around. The mech didn't admit this, but he liked the sensation of your weight moving around his fueltank and giving him some nice internal rubs; your presence stabilized his thoughts, made him confident and calm because he was "in charge" of the situation. Losing control was Heatwave's the greatest fear. But feeling you inside him, under the layers of his thick armor, in the place no one could reach you provided him with a comforting knowledge of full responsibility. Nothing could go wrong – he wouldn't allow it.

Protection. All the autobots had sworn to protect humanity, but here was an exceptional situation. You inevitably felt that it was safe to rely on the red bot since the very first day of your partnership with Heatwave. He did everything in his powers to defend you no matter secretly or officially. As he was opening up for you and you both were carefully growing feelings for each other, one day it appeared he was constantly nervous about you could suddenly... die. It wasn't a maniacal obsession with the idea, but more likely a hyper-cautiousness. There were so many threats around people who were so small and fragile. Marota's machines reminded him of the war his brothers in arms had to fight in... It was similar to how he watched after Cody. Surely, such attitude seemed offensive to you from time to time - you weren't a child after all! But he was genuinely worried. That made him swallow you in a sec that time too.

And that shall be respected.

You crawled out of your gap and moved closer to the front wall again. Once you gently stroked it with your lap, the place shivered and tightened around you, the fueltank giving you a lovely hug.

He noticed the change.

- Heatwave...

- Hm?

- I'm sorry.

The sparkbeat above you fastened up, though the bot didn't answer. Fighting with anxiety rising deep inside - apologizing was definitely the hardest thing in the universe - you continued rapidly, still caressing slick, blue muscles holding you.

- I really am... I shouldn't have behaved like that. I know you're mad at me being such a clumsy person - I will be more careful next time. Please, don't go crazy about what happened. I promise, I can stand for myself.

The giant remained silent for some more time; his large hand slightly poked at your tiny figure, then laid firmly at his waist – you could sense its comforting pressure from the outside. Heatwave softly chuckled.

- I know. I should apologize too. You're not a baby, you know... Just, watch where you step. Deal?

- Deal.

You smiled, nuzzling into the flexible flesh wrapping you entirely like a thick blue blanket, and didn’t notice as you dozed off again, snuffing peacefully while sleeping...

[yuco-the-alien116]

I know this isn't abt your charries, but I just found this blog and am Looking at your predcrush list with my Big Ol Eyes. Is there anything specific you'd be willing to share about the bots (I, myself, am a sucker for robots) you listed?

HELL YEAH!

Ok so were so I start- I guess when I got into transformers.

The first transformers I watched were the movies (big mistake), and I really liked it (very big mistake). I then found out they had TV shows when I was like 14 and watched Transformers Prime,which is a show I would suggest to watch. It was also around the time I questioned my sexuality and was soon confirmed to be a part of the Lgbt. It was by our favorite gay robot. Knockout. Idk why I was drawn to him, but he was a great way to express myself and show everyone on who I was. And people weren't surprised. It wasn't till the second time I watched the whole series that I started to fall in love with breakdown and all the other characters. Breakdown is by far my favorite now, but knockout still holds a big place in my heart. I then found out about rescue bots, and yeah, that show explains itself.

So yeah....that all I really have yo say....also just....big robots

[sillyromance]

All i want is Blades calming down a distressed reader. The rest? Surprise me.

Good day/night, dear brownhood69!

So, I have finally managed to finish the story!

Hope, you'll enjoy!..

🛩️Blades

A giant space monster.

- Oh, Y/N! I'm so excited! We are finally going on a date! Can you imagine that? I have never thought I could be that happy...Well I have, but...

Dani was turning around in front of a mirror; her dress's skirt plainly floated in the air, slightly waving; white fabric with bright red spots on it suited her perfectly, tightly wrapping around her slim strong body, thin belt beneficiary marking her beautiful tiny waist. She truly seemed to be on cloud nine...

You, however, couldn't share this delight with her.

That day wasn't so pleasant in your case, although it would be hard to say what exactly went wrong. It just grew from something small - perhaps, the coffee was too bitter in the morning, or it was too hot outside, or the chief acted too impatiently with you - it wasn't unnatural since five robberies happened in Griffinrock that month; poor police officer was boiling like water in a teapot. So, who knows? Anyways, everything seemed to be out of normal way of going, and the longer you were watching how Dani was preparing herself for the meeting with her boyfriend, the harder it was for you to keep yourself from bursting into tears. You tried to be nice and respond with congratulations and recommendations, but soon you gave up on this and just sat there with red eyes, lowered shoulders and weak smirk which were brilliantly unnoticed by the young woman before you.

At last, she turned back to where you were, shining like a star; a rope of pearls perfectly emphasized her elegant white neck. She was too far in her thoughts, so you didn't even hope she would recognise your state; in order to that, you continued playing along: hugged her, said some reassuring words and then looked, standing in front of the window, as she disappeared in a taxi. Well, at least now you could be alone with your grief...

You fell on the matras, wiping salty streams from your burning cheeks.

However, crying didn't bring you any relief. Squinting at the blinding-white sphere of the chandelier and listening to the monotonous, heavy ticking of clocks hanging above your head, you decided that lying on a bed in an empty room and starring at the dull grey seiling weren't good options for you too. You harshly got up, left the room and started pointlessly wandering around the station, hands in pockets.

The halls were cold, dark and lifeless. Evening light colored the walls into deep purple, wine red and smoky-blue; they ghostly, grumpily glowed at you as if the house got abandoned decades ago. The kitchen looked unfamiliar, messy. Or was it just your upset imagination creating an illusion of sadness and sorrow consuming the place while it was spoiling only your soul?.. Some questions was impossible to answer - and unnecessary either.

You didn't remember how but you came into the transformer's living room. It appeared the bots were somewhere else as well as their human partners...

Well, not everyone.

Blades was watching TV, the head on his fist, faceplate being unusually strict, almost angry. When you took a closer look, it wasn't hard to see his spirit was just as low as yours.

- Hey, Blades...

He flinched - and widened his optics in surprise as you approached him.

- Y/N! I thought you left with the rest...

You climbed on the couch and took a spot right beside him, his huge leg touching yours. The mech hesitated for a sec, but then his servo fondly embraced you.

- I wasn't even going to... And how about you? Why have you stayed at home? I thought Dani would like you to make her company on the way to the meeting...

He exhaled, slowly tapping on an armrest.

- Well, I thought I would be an extra one, you know... It's her date after all. Sometimes, we should understand when it's required to refuse doing something, so others can feel better.

You nodded, nestling deeper into his enormous palm.

- Sure.

Silence came once more. The TV was showing some meaningless old comedy with a lot of singing and dancing; it wasn't even funny. Anyways, neither Blades nor you was really interested in that, although none offered to cut it off. Something simply had to fill the air to keep ears occupied.

- You don't seem glad about your decision, don't you?

You rose the head to look at him; the helicopter tried to avoid your gaze, staring at his feet.

- It's rather... Confusing. When I stay on my own like this time, I can't help but think that something feels missing. That's all. Me and Dani rarely go separately. I mean... There was never anything standing between us. But nowadays, she has another life. Perhaps, in the future, when she marries him, she won't even do rescuing any more... And I will be lost...

He sighed once more even deeper, slamming a servo over his knee in frustration. You gave him a reassuring pat.

- It's OK, buddy. Don't think this way. He's her lover - and his importance is undiscussable. But you're her best friend and a work partner - and your role in her life, mayhaps, even greater because, ironically, many people are much more honest with friends than with husbands or wives... Believe me, Blades, he will never replace you - you two are not the same.

The words you said had their effect on the mech; after some minutes the transformer's back straightened up, he smiled at you kindly, tightening his grasp in attempt to imitate a human hug.

- Thanks, Y/N. I should be reminded of that more often...

- You're welcome, Blades. I'm happy to assist.

You got out of his hand and laid on the back of the sofa, folding your arms across the chest. You thought the bot would leave you alone now. And still, he didn't go. Instead, he gingerly picked you up and brought close to his face - you could see his orange eyes peering at you with concern.

- However, it seems you can't help yourself, are you?

This hit hard. He nailed it.

- Maybe, should we help each other?.. What would you say on some "hanging out" with me for a couple of hours?

His soft voice washed over you, weakening the shield you built in front of your heart. The thing he offered was familiar; everyone in the team tried it if not many times but once. However, you was the least experienced of all - especially, due to the fact that you didn't have a personal partner.

When you came, all bots had already had human co-workers, so you was bound to work with everyone, accidentally switching between the duos. It took time for you to get along with everybody enough to be seen as a functional part of a team; and still, you stayed a loaner.

But, meanwhile you were learning more about your alien combats, you found out that you had a soft spot for Blades. He wasn't redundantly sarcastic and hot-tempered like Heatwave, or obsessed with law and rules like Chase, or concentrated on his own thoughts like Boulder. The helicopter seemed to become the most "human" like of his comrades, moreover that he was highly interested in all kinds of Earth pop-colture and seeked to know as much of his small friends as he could. Meanwhile others complained about his childishness and cowardice (which, however, never seemed to be a problem when he was up to complete a new rescue), you accepted them as things that made him - him. And overall, this bot had a spark of gold - the reason which made you love him even more.

You answered on his worried tone with a reassuring smile.

- I think... I don't mind. But... I know so little about this stuff...

He giggled soundlessly, rubbing your head with his thumb.

- Don't be afraid - there is nothing too complicated. All that's needed is for you to stay still and for me - to do what comes naturally... I'll be careful. I promise.

After that, he winked at you playfully and opened his mouth slightly, putting your tiny body in its dark, warm cavern.

Although you knew it was safe, you couldn't help but winced when your skin touched his tongue. You looked over your shoulder; silhouettes of his dents loomed dangerously in the deem, feeble light coming through the narrow gap between his jaws. You could clearly see a piece of the room outside, and it sent shivers around all of your being. It was... strange to be here. Willingly.

Then Blades started closing the maw - in the beginning you seriously feared he could harm you... Only you to be proved that he was really aware of what he was doing: you didn't even get a scratch, though his "teeth" clinged right behind your feet. You felt his glossa begining to move; it was gently turning you on the back, and on the sides, pressing you to his cheeks and to the ribbed roof above... Frankly, it was pretty nice; the muscle was tender, saliva draining your clothes and hair appeared to be not as icky as you expected... Of course, when thinking about where you were, you felt an unpleasant, vertigos sensation coming...

And at the same time, you couldn't deny you enjoyed every moment. There was something unrealistic and fascinating in your state - you didn't have powers to defend yourself now, a much stronger being was holding you in its mouth, licking and rolling you around as if you were just a little candy... And regardless, that creature was so caring, so kind; it loved you...

All this together made you even more will-less and obedient.

Finally, Blades titled his helm back. Your body, richly covered in slime, slowly slipped along his glossa and came to the opened entrance of the throat, your feet now wiggling in his pharynx. But the mech waited - he didn't want to accidentally scare you, moreover that he could easily recognise tension occupied your body again at the minute you got close to the point of no return. He wordlessly asked for the permission to continue.

It was very thoughtful of the bot; you got a chance to look around his mouth once more. Then, you turned back, gazing into the depth of a weakly glowing, squishy tunnel craving for you to duck right in.

You could stop now.

Gooey slime sparkled with light orange on your skin and tender, smooth grey surface of the alien flesh.

Dull pain inside your skull didn't let the brain think correctly.

Two more heavy seconds dropped and disappeared.

Whatever... What was done - it was done. You patted the glossa and forced yourself to relax, laying an aching head on your crossed hands.

And a gentle, but powerful tug dragged you down...

His throat readily caught you in a delicate, plushie hug, and then unobtrusively pushed further. The mech made long pauses between swallows, so you wouldn't get overwhelmed or hurt by the muscles contracting around. His spark pulsed steadily, loudly, but somehow soothingly beside you; his rhythmic ventilating brought peace and comfort. It was easy to focus on all these normal, beautiful sounds of a strong huge body living, breathing... Consuming.

A ridiculous, funny thought came to your mind: you were his meal now; and the deeper you was gliding - the more it seemed to be right. And you smiled, at the first time on that day.

Finally, you was released into a bigger room with yielding, bouncy walls. They eagerly embraced your tiny form with their wrinkles and waves, the fueltank growling quietly at your presence. It was like being in a huge bed of cushions and blankets piled up in a heap; but unlike cloth, everything you touched was a part to a living person. The flesh leaned to you, curiously examining your hands running over it; soft blue light flowed out of the walls from the thin tubes filled with energon which gurgled faintly, running to other organs; muscles massaged your body, exhausted by the recent stress. "Now I see why Dani likes when Blades devours her." - You smirked, submitting to the sensations you were drowning in.

- Hey, are you OK, Y/N?

The phrase came unawares. It could sound strange, but you didn't expect Blades to speak to you after everything took place. People don't usually talk with food they ate. However, it was a pleasant surprise - after all, you were a person too, and it was very nice of the bot to remember this fact.

On the other side - why shouldn't he?..

You shook your head. It appeared your bad mood was influencing your mind in a much worse way than you suspected.

- Sure, don't worry about me. - You responded, stroking the nearest plump bump pulsing on your side. - How are you?

The environment around you heated up a little. Was it... blushing?

- I'm fine, thank you. - He answered with a shy chuckle, starting to fondle his tightened middle - you could easily distinguish his digits rubbing you through the layers of flexible metal. - I hope the slime doesn't bother you too much. Dani said you don't like feeling dirty...

- It's nothing, Blades. I have already got used to it. - The warmth grew even stronger, successfully showing his embarrassed. This made your cheeks go red as well. - Actually, the whole process is very pleasant indeed. Thank you, friend, and I hope you liked that too.

The helicopter laughed quietly in response, making the fueltank quiver. He undoubtedly did.

- You know... - You pressed yourself against the spot where you could feel presence of his servo. - I couldn't get rid of my sadness all day but now it's slipping away... Although, there is still a needle poking into my soul, it's much, much better now...

Suddenly, as it usually happens with people when their mental state is unstable, you broke down. Your legs stumbled, making you crush on the soft floor; you knew that if you continued talking this way, you would obviously begin to sob and whimper.

- Could you tell me some of your tales, please? - You said with a shaky voice. - I don't want to concentrate on this any longer.

The fueltank churned gently, kneading and rubbing every inch of a tiny visitor. Blades pressed harder in attempt to reach you again - your anguished tone hurt his spark like a knife.

- Well, of course... What would you like to hear?

You nuzzled in the wet tenderness of his "stomach".

- Something that ends up with: "...And they were eaten by a giant space monster."

... You both had never laughed that hard in your entire life.