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Right, the Rowen story is back in production, we are so back

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Writing Tips

Punctuating Dialogue

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➸ “This is a sentence.”

➸ “This is a sentence with a dialogue tag at the end,” she said.

➸ “This,” he said, “is a sentence split by a dialogue tag.”

➸ “This is a sentence,” she said. “This is a new sentence. New sentences are capitalized.”

➸ “This is a sentence followed by an action.” He stood. “They are separate sentences because he did not speak by standing.”

➸ She said, “Use a comma to introduce dialogue. The quote is capitalized when the dialogue tag is at the beginning.”

➸ “Use a comma when a dialogue tag follows a quote,” he said.

“Unless there is a question mark?” she asked.

“Or an exclamation point!” he answered. “The dialogue tag still remains uncapitalized because it’s not truly the end of the sentence.”

➸ “Periods and commas should be inside closing quotations.”

➸ “Hey!” she shouted, “Sometimes exclamation points are inside quotations.”

However, if it’s not dialogue exclamation points can also be “outside”!

➸ “Does this apply to question marks too?” he asked.

If it’s not dialogue, can question marks be “outside”? (Yes, they can.)

➸ “This applies to dashes too. Inside quotations dashes typically express—“

“Interruption” — but there are situations dashes may be outside.

➸ “You’ll notice that exclamation marks, question marks, and dashes do not have a comma after them. Ellipses don’t have a comma after them either…” she said.

➸ “My teacher said, ‘Use single quotation marks when quoting within dialogue.’”

➸ “Use paragraph breaks to indicate a new speaker,” he said.

“The readers will know it’s someone else speaking.”

➸ “If it’s the same speaker but different paragraph, keep the closing quotation off.

“This shows it’s the same character continuing to speak.”

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An enthusiastic prisoner

So the other day I got this idea in mind that was basically "lol imagine getting eaten and the pred is trying to be all cool and threatening about it then the prey just goes BEST DAY EVER from inside them and the pred's like wtf" so me being me I made this about my selfship lol

Also an additional doodle I did, not as details but it's nice I suppose

FIRST TECHNICAL POST ABOUT VORE WOW. So like I don't do comics often and I've never rendered stomach inners before so please don't be too hard on me, doing my best guys :')

anyways hope y'all like my first attempt at some vore art. Maybe I'll make more idk yet

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Old Vore story 1 (Transformers Prime)

Keep reading

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100 Dialogue Tags You Can Use Instead of “Said”

For the writers struggling to rid themselves of the classic ‘said’. Some are repeated in different categories since they fit multiple ones (but those are counted once so it adds up to 100 new words). 

1. Neutral Tags 

Straightforward and unobtrusive dialogue tags: 

Added, Replied, Stated, Remarked, Responded, Observed, Acknowledged, Commented, Noted, Voiced, Expressed, Shared, Answered, Mentioned, Declared.

2. Questioning Tags 

Curious, interrogative dialogue tags:

Asked, Queried, Wondered, Probed, Inquired, Requested, Pondered, Demanded, Challenged, Interjected, Investigated, Countered, Snapped, Pleaded, Insisted.

3. Emotive Tags 

Emotional dialogue tags:

Exclaimed, Shouted, Sobbed, Whispered, Cried, Hissed, Gasped, Laughed, Screamed, Stammered, Wailed, Murmured, Snarled, Choked, Barked.

4. Descriptive Tags 

Insightful, tonal dialogue tags: 

Muttered, Mumbled, Yelled, Uttered, Roared, Bellowed, Drawled, Spoke, Shrieked, Boomed, Snapped, Groaned, Rasped, Purred, Croaked.

5. Action-Oriented Tags 

Movement-based dialogue tags: 

Announced, Admitted, Interrupted, Joked, Suggested, Offered, Explained, Repeated, Advised, Warned, Agreed, Confirmed, Ordered, Reassured, Stated.

6. Conflict Tags 

Argumentative, defiant dialogue tags:

Argued, Snapped, Retorted, Rebuked, Disputed, Objected, Contested, Barked, Protested, Countered, Growled, Scoffed, Sneered, Challenged, Huffed.

7. Agreement Tags 

Understanding, compliant dialogue tags: 

Agreed, Assented, Nodded, Confirmed, Replied, Conceded, Acknowledged, Accepted, Affirmed, Yielded, Supported, Echoed, Consented, Promised, Concurred.

8. Disagreement Tags 

Resistant, defiant dialogue tags: 

Denied, Disagreed, Refused, Argued, Contradicted, Insisted, Protested, Objected, Rejected, Declined, Countered, Challenged, Snubbed, Dismissed, Rebuked.

9. Confused Tags 

Hesitant, uncertain dialogue tags:

Stammered, Hesitated, Fumbled, Babbled, Mumbled, Faltered, Stumbled, Wondered, Pondered, Stuttered, Blurted, Doubted, Confessed, Vacillated.

10. Surprise Tags

Shock-inducing dialogue tags:

Gasped, Stunned, Exclaimed, Blurted, Wondered, Staggered, Marvelled, Breathed, Recoiled, Jumped, Yelped, Shrieked, Stammered.

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Ok so... I had a dream about knock out months ago after binging TFP... I've been wanting to write it myself at some stage but I also really want to share it since I came across your recent post.

Reader is a fan of street racing and has their eye on a particular red car that seems to frequently show up. So imagine their surprise when they see it parked Infront of their work after a super long shift. They take some time to admire it before they hear a voice.

"Admiring?" He asks. They're flustered, not realizing someone was in the car. They can't see through the tint of the windows. It's a back and forth of flattery before he offers them a ride. They're hesitate but can't pass up the opportunity and get in only to see no driver but it's already too late.

ooo this aligns so well with the daydream i’ve got goin most days! Street Race Enthusiast Darling who can’t really afford to participate cuz those mods are EXPENSIVE but they’ve recently been seeing one car at every if not every other race they go to. Maybe it’s coincidence, maybe not..

Ahh street racing, truly an exhilarating hobby.

A thrilling watch, never knowing if these unsanctioned races will take a fiery turn, who’ll win, who’ll throw the first punch.

Lately, however, there’s been one continuous winner at most of the races you attend, a red beauty who’s driver never shows their face. You have no idea if he even collect the reward money after, you’ve never seen the trade off personally. Usually one of the losers try to start a fight, and you typically don’t want to stay around for the ending in case any weapons are drawn.

Most nights it works out, leaving just before things get too hairy and making it home in time to get enough sleep for work in the morning. You’ve never noticed how that beautiful red blends in so well with the shadows of back alleys and side streets.

KnockOut, however, is well aware.

Of how oblivious you are, of how many of those degenerates like to follow after you when you’re not looking. But he’s always right behind you, so you never have to notice just how much a darker crimson blends in better than his red.

Which means, it was a night like any other. Biking home late, unaware of the unworthy meat sacks that followed, and sleeping peacefully under your secret protectors watch. He didn’t have to speak to you to know that of course you’d be grateful, especially after all he’s worked to get for you.

Waking up to your bike missing, however, he may have to,, acknowledge it was a bit,, much.

Sure, it meant you were late to work,, again, but he would take care of it all, don’t you worry.

After just half a shift, your manager had to give you the unexpected news that you were being let go.

Apparently, a few customers had called to complain about you specifically. You try to argue that it must be a mistake, that you’ve done nothing but be a good employee, but the decisions already been made. The idea that someone might have it out for you crossed your mind, you have been a frequent at some of those shady races. But what or who could possibly have a problem with you?

You sigh as you exit early, grumbling under your breath and trying to figure out how to make this paycheck last, before something catches your eyes.

A beautiful, freshly waxed double of that race car you’ve been seeing lately. A low whistle escapes you as you exhale, glancing around as you casually stroll closer.

With no one in sight, you really take a look. Maybe leaving early wasn’t too bad, they might have left before you were able to get a peak.

Slowly, you admire the side closest to you, taking in all the details while making your way to the front of it.

“What a beauty..” You exhale, crouching down in front of the bumper to lightly trace your fingers over all the little details.

Suddenly, the lights turn on and the engine rumbles, startling you off your feet and back onto your ass.

“Like what you see?” An amused, self satisfied voice sounds from, what you can only assume, is the drivers side window.

Turning almost as red as the paint job before you, you quickly get to your feet. Like a deer in headlights you look back at the windshield, trying to find a face to speak towards at least.

The tint is so thick, you can’t think it’s legal, even as you shuffle back to the drivers side.

“Haha, I uh, yeah, sorry,” You laugh sheepishly, embarrassed a bit at just how slack jawed this stranger must have seen you, and how flushed you must be right now, “Your cars a real beauty is all.”

You make your way to the driver side door, keeping a respectable distance as he lowers the window a crack. You can’t see anything inside, despite your best, discreet, efforts.

“Why thank you, you’re not too bad yourself~” He muses, making you laugh awkwardly as you avert your gaze for a moment, “Where is someone like you off too at this hour? Can’t be much to do.”

You shrug, shifting on your feet as your eyes drift back to the car. Could it be..?

“Ah, ya know, just.. walkin around,” you hum, surely a street racer would keep his winning ride somewhere unseen. Was this guy not afraid of being caught?

“Would you prefer to drive around?” He asks, the undertone of eager anticipation going unnoticed by you in your thoughts. The offer itself, however, is enough to snap your attention to the window though.

It catches you off guard. Go for a ride? In this thing? It’d truly be a dream come true but you haven’t even seen this guys face yet!

Noticing your hesitation, the car inches just a small bit forward. “Come on, live a little! I’ll drop you off wherever you want~?”

You bite your lip, mulling it over. For the past few years the only thing exciting in your life was the occasional street race. You’d yearned to drive one of those beasts, and here was an offer to at least ride in one. Sure, stranger danger, but.. you mindlessly reach into your pockets, slowly fingering the can of pepper spray you kept on you. Maybe… Maybe you could do this.. just this once! You’ve been smart and responsible, you deserved a bit of fun especially after being fired for something you didn’t even do.

Slowly you nod, a small smile creeping up on your face. “Okay… okay! I mean, if it’s alright with you.”

You nervously, excitedly, jog to the other side, your smile growing as the door pops open a crack so you can swing right in.

In your excitement you buckle first before facing your hopefully new friend. That wide, shy grin dropping instantly as you see an empty drivers seat.

Your hand flies to the handle even as you hear the sound of locks clicking into place, you panic and push hard at door, or at least try to before the seatbelts have you in a vice grip against even the head rest. Tears form as you struggle, a soft voice coming from the dash area as the lights flicker slightly with each word.

“Hushhh, you’ll be safe now,” that same voice from before drawls, you can hear the curl in his lips as something leaks from the air vents. It’s becoming harder to breathe.

“Just close your eyes and when you wake up, we’ll be in your new home.”

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obsessed with the idea of season 2 finale megs not wanting to let his secrets leave the base, so when the bots demand sum/dac back, he just scoops the human up and is like

“you want your precious professor?” *GULP* “come and get him~”

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“5.3 standard units.”

“I could have told you that.”

He lifts her, disregarding her snark, away from the stadiometer. She wriggles, pawing at the jagged digits curled around her figure.

“Listen, Shockers, if you wanted my medical records, I could’ve just given ‘em to ya!”

She is dropped unceremoniously into the scale’s dish, the air rushing out of her as she lands on her back. She feels the mechanism sink under her weight, the cold, sterile metal as unfeeling as the massive red eye burning over her.

“90.7 cyberkilos.” There is a pause, like a breath hitching. “...Impressive.”

“Is that supposed to mean something to me?” she groaned, rubbing the back of her head to soothe where it had hit the plate.

“No. Meaning is not the purpose of this experiment.” Those claws delicately envelop her body again, lifting it to the blinding eye. She glowers at him. No response, other than a curious twitch of the antennae.

“...so, are you going to tell me why you’re doing this?” she ventures, legs dangling uselessly.

His hand rocks her slightly, the slight movements of his head following her body. Or, rather, his singular optic seems trained on her midsection—watching the pudge sway back and forth with the motion.

“I see no logical reason to tell you anything.”

“Then what are you going to do?”

“That is a much simpler matter.”

His optic’s crimson lens darkens and slides away, retracting into the recesses of his head. In its place is a cavernous intake about the eye’s circumference, glossa snaking around in the blackness.

“I’m going to fuel myself.”

She freezes, fleshy hands resorting to clawing his arm with her own short and useless nails. “You can’t be serious—!”

Hardly a scratch. The captor’s hand lifts her methodically, head tipped back to align her kicking legs and his intake. The inquisitive glossa laps at her feet, the human crying out in revulsion and jerking them away.

“Shockwa—!”

His designation is interrupted with a yelp as she as plunges into the abyss. And then—suspension. The glossa seizes her small body and sizes it up. It rakes it tip over every inch, measuring, analyzing, tasting—and the oil-drenched cavern rumbles softly.

He’s never tasted anything like it.

There’s scarcely time for her to protest it. Finished with its surgical but curious indulgence, the glossa shoves her to the back of the intake—and she disappears with a GLURK. He’d underestimated the size, though, he notes—the bulging plating in his throat slides up and down, the flesh creature fighting its way back to the surface. No matter. He sets a sharp digit on his throat and gives it a cursory stroke. It’s enough to dislodge the blockage, and the lump slowly moves behind his thick chest plating and into his awaiting, gurgling tank.

His glossa licks around the rim of his intake, its purpose fulfilled, and retreats. His optic’s casing slides back into place, the familiar red glow returning.

There are muffled shouts and curses and frightened, half-hearted threats, but the satisfied rumbles of a sated tank overpower them. More than sated, even. Somehow, the little thing had bloated him a bit. The purplish protoform layer pokes out of his plating, a result of the tank expanding beyond its usual limits. A hand rounds the curve, a measuring instrument of his own. He rubbed up and down, left to right.

The perfect curvature was mathematical beauty.

“As your usefulness to me remains to be seen,” he rumbled, paying no heed to the yelps and weak blows from the inside. “I will inform you that Cybertronians process organic matter very slowly. The process could take several solar cycles.” The servo remains rested on the apex of his barely-twitching tank. “I will decide whether or not you possess inherent worth beyond those cycles.”

A thumb idly rubs over the gurgling gut, feeling the futile wriggles within.

Why waste a perfectly good subject when he could run several more trials?

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Good day everyone !

There are Sara (OC) and... Naga Ratchet (TFP)!

Recently i have seen a lot of good content about nagas and transformers as nagas, so I've decided to create some stuff about it too. Moreover, after posting my previous comics, I understood quite soon that i don't have mood or inspiration to continue it, so I need to make something instead - and here it is.

P.S: I'll reveal Sara's story a little bit later - unfortunately, now i don't have much time...

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Hi hi!^^ I was wondering if I could have your thoughts on a chunky Pred! Megs. Love your writing 🫶

Good day, dear anonymous!

I'm so happy that you like my works! Thank you very much!

I've been thinking about your ask for a while... It's a bit intriguing 'cause when I wonder about bots like they really are in cartoons and movies, I always consider only g/t vore which wouldn't affect them much. Honestly, any serious deformation of their bodies would give me a scare. However, I have some thoughts about chunky human! Megatron. If you're interested in them, here they're!

P.S: I hope you'll like it. Of course, it's a little bit different thing from what you expected, but I'm not sure that I can do my best being out of the comfort zone... And I apologize for the delay.

Human! Megatron:

I think a human Megatron would be robust and big-boned; his torso would appear stout and thick, although not too plump - leader of the decepticons needs to care about his strength and mobility. He is not as large as his robotic form (though I can still call him a giant), so a human he swallows will make a visible lump on his stomach, soft and perfectly round. It is incredibly nice for him to feel how a good prey stretches his insides and slowly passes his collar, then fulfills his awaiting, hungry belly almost to the max. Megatron is shown quite differently in media, so there are endless opportunities for various scenarios with such pred. Personally, I prefer soft/ safe plots with him where vore is used as a therapy for an aching soul, a way to defend someone or just for pleasure of being close with a friend. I love Earthspark Megs; his character has a well-balanced combination of strength, severeness and true kindness which I absolutely adore. I imagine he wouldn't mind an entertaining prelude or a play before the "supper" if his companion is in good mood; meanwhile, he would be supportively quick and understanding when his darling turns out to be upset or worried. Megatron is very gentle with someone he gulps down; when you reach your destination, he will caress his growling and bubbling middle, being in pure bliss, but also wishing you to be as happy as he is. He will address you some short, but heart-touching phrases and pat his stomach slightly to reassure and make clear that he is with you and he loves, appreciates you.

Also, I suppose sometimes here would come a wholesome, painless digestion with following reformation. It could be a way of comfort for both included; moreover that Megs has had his own dark pages in the life which remind about themselves from time to time. If his partner is OK with the idea, he will ask them for a favour when things get too tough - and lovingly send them down his throat to the stomach which already expects its guest to stay much longer. At this particular days Megatron would be extremely cautious because he knows that, although nothing bad is gonna happen, his friend can get nervous and start panicking - the decepticon is ready to spit them out immediately if they suddenly feel frightened. In case of everything was fine, Megatron would lay down and keep both hands on his voluminous growling middle, fondling its tight surface, feeling how his dear prey peacefully breaks down under the skin and gives him satisfying, overwhelming warmth, while the small one themselves would take a good nap, insensibly melting away and resting from the world. After every session Megs' waist would get a little softer and wider than usual which would become a constant reason for jokes from both sides; regardless, Megs would never forget to sincerely thank his small teammate for the great meal.

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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...

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Hello! Uhm, I'm kinda awkward when it comes to asking, but I was curious if you had any thoughts on earthspark arcee? You dont have to answer if you dont to, and I do wish you a good day/or night ^^

Good day/night, dear anonymous!

I've finally been able to finish your ask - I'm sorry that it has taken so much time to complete it. Also I apologize if it's not as long as you wanted - so, I can come up with ideas on a specific plot if you wish!

Hope you enjoy!

🔥Arcee

At first this young fem appears "on the stage" as a reckless teenager, but, objectively, she is an experienced warrior and a brilliant psychologist. Despite her energetic, hyperactive character she knows when it's time to slow down and act seriously. So, I think she can be a good comforting pred; of course, in the beginning she will try to cheer you up with some ordinary methods, but, if it's clear that the situation has already gone too far, she won't ask much - Arcee will just let you climb on her hand, lift you up and gently swallow down her fueltank (the robotic girl is always very caring and thoughtful with her prey). Then, when you're ready, she will speak to you with no one else around and work on the trauma, stroking her middle - or just holding a servo on it - to soothe and reassure you. Her voice can be too loud and harsh sometimes and Arcee undoubtedly knows that - so, she will turn it down a little while you are inside of her body. Although, as far as your spirit gets up, she won't resist some innocent joking and teasing, but they won't ever be even slightly insulting.

Also, the fem loves to be given rubs and compliments about her "inner space" - Arcee gets all flustered then, and she isn't shy to express it, returning the favour and thanking you for such a nice attitude. But I think her fueltank is quite sensitive and ticklish, so it's better for a prey to be careful if they don't wanna make her feel sick.

She is not as protective as other bots - I think, it's because the fem is able to recognise when someone is in shape to handle a trouble by themselves; so, I suppose, devouring someone for defence would be a rare thing in her case. Moreover, being inside Arcee during a battle wouldn't be a pleasant experience - the way she moves doesn't give a prey any chance to stay safe and sound while she's jumping, running and fighting like she usually does...

However, she has a great potential for being a playful pred. The fem will definitely guble you up as a prize for winning the game you both played! Also, she don't mind some specific games like a chase or hide-and-seek - these ones are good for training... and for appetite. At such moments she will definitely enjoy herself, shamelessly tasting and tossing a prey around in her mouth, sinking them into slime, giggling and humming as they wriggle on her slippery glossa; after they are securely tucked in her "stomach", she will praise them with some cute, humorous phrases, like: "Mmm! Humans are much better than energon - perhaps, we should eat you instead, ha? Just kidding!.."

Arcee wouldn't be be too open about where her partner is if they are inside her fueltank - she wouldn't reveal anything until it appeared to be necessary; or until you made her so annoyed that she wouldn't be able to ignore you messing any longer without some comments. She simply doesn't see any point in bringing up the situation with no reason, moreover, that it could make you feel embarrassed or unsafe among others later. But everyone will notice that Arcee refuses to show her full speed and force and behaves too cautiously on days her human friend doesn't seem to stick around...

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Happy Vore Day everybody!

For this special data I've decided to reproduce my yesterday idea in comics. For now here is only a part 1 - I will finish the work a little bit later when I have more free time and powers. Hope you enjoy my drawings!

P.S: this is the first time I celebrate 8/8 - it's so exciting to know that such day exists!

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Starscream with a random human

Tw vore

Starscream had once again gotten punished by Megatron, he transformed and left the ship, landed on Earth, and then threw a few things around. A human had been going for a hike when they heard some loud sounds so they walked over, they spotted the Decepticon and tried to quietly get away but they stepped on a branch causing it to snap. Starscream snapped his helm up to look around, he spotted the little human then he grabbed the human "What a cute little fleshling you're perfect for what I need~" he teased as he held the human rather tightly. "You're such a weak little thing~" he watched as the human struggled for air, he loosened his grip after a few minutes. He started ranting at the human for a few minutes before he went back to teasing and playing with them. He started to toss the human in the air and then catch them which caused them to scream and panic, but he was having too much fun messing around with the weak human. He got bored of that after a few minutes and decided to dangle the human above his mouth, the human started to struggle "Careful little one I'll drop you if you struggle too much~" he teased as the human kept struggling. "Oops~" he purposely dropped the human in his mouth and wrapped his glossa around them. He started licking and sucking on the human as if they were an energon sweet after he got bored of that he tilted his head back. Once he felt the human slide halfway into his throat he swallowed them into his fuel tank "I think I'll keep you as a cute little pet~" Starscream transformed and headed back to the Nemesis

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Nibbles, In a Bee

please be kind, if you do not like, please move on from this. short that takes place roughly after mission city

To be honest, the young man had not expected to be waking up. The last days had been a constant state of panic, stress and worry to the point Sam was pretty sure he had been having a heart attack.

All that alien crazy, All Spark energy that seemed to vibrate in him.

Sam jerked, a nearly full body movement inside of his current... Home? Prison? 

It woke the young man up enough to semi remember the night or day before. mostly remember it. It was still hazy as Sam had been breaking down between Bumblebee's legs. 

The chamber around Sam seemed to shift in response to his sudden movements. The hot liquid pressure increased as the chamber flexed, squeezing tighter around the human. Slowly forcing Sam into a smaller and tighter ball. 

For some reason, that helped calm him down. 

Maybe it was the fetal position, but after what might be a minute, Bumblebee's tank relaxed again. The muscle cables on the other side of the tank loosening and going mostly slack. Sam waited a moment and tried to 'sit up' in the tank, back resting on one side, his legs able to cross without resistance. He reached out to run hands over the flex metal lining.

It was a curious sensation, knowing he was stuck in his robot guardian's equivalent of a stomach, yet not... panicking. After the last few days with the deceptions and all spark, all out alien war.... Sam oddly wasn't scared where he clearly was. 

He should be.

Should be worried what was the fluid he's been breathing. Should worry how Bumblebee could get him out. Yet Sam felt… safe. Weirdly, oddly, not in a way that his tired self could put together. For the first time since he saw his car stand up on his own, Sam was oddly… safe. Maybe because he was waking up in the post panic attack numbness. The small space, or that the fluid he was in, was distinctively warm, if not hot.

Maybe all of the above, pulse the strange sensation of knowing he was under who knows how many feet of armor and systems of Bumblebee's frame.

Sam shifted to get comfortable in the tank, the soft/smooth sensation on his body nice. Between that and the heat he was relaxing into the tank walls. There was no sense of movement beyond the tank other than faint small things. Other systems in his guardian, but he was not up and moving.

...was Bumblebee sleeping?

Would this be the first time Bumblebee napped or slept in the whole time he knew the mech. Or whatever the equivalent to sleeping was for him.

There was an odd sensation as Sam reflexively yawned. The need to settle despite how he... well, was settled in the tank. Sam still wiggled a bit, but it was more to feel the warm flex metal on his feet. Having a texture moment before triggering the tank to start tightening again. Once more forcing Sam to curl up tight until he stilled. 

It did not hurt, and maybe this was how Bumblebee got his human out of the panic attack... Stress attack? Something-attack. 

The young man let himself go mostly limp, as his body was inadvertently manipulated by the ripples of muscle cables. It was not quiet, but...kinda was. Like the constant ADHD buzz in Sam's head had been filled with was nearly not there. Maybe he has just been absorbed in all the steady sensations. The muffled sounds of Bumblebee's frame outside the tank. The heat that had long since seeped in. The constant warm fluid, almost water-like sensation. The tank itself goes through a kneading-like phase.

...the nanites that had long since seeped into the human. Giving just enough numbing and blocking of pain from Mission City.

At some point, Sam slipped back into unconsciousness. Perhaps starting as sleep, but shifted into that deeper state. As much as surrendering and trusting his alien guardian, as perhaps being affected by Bumblebee's nanites. 

Sam barely stirred at first as Bumblebee's broken hum vibrated through the human and tank. Altering to a pleased sound as the mech found his human still alive and well. Bumblebee shifted in his spot, stretching, checking his scanners and remote scanners. Making sure he was safe to finish recharging the week away. Ratchet was dozing not far with Ironhide on watch. 

The formerly isolated scout settled down again with a sleepily pleased feeling of being full. Of having that warm bioenergy pulsing in his tank.

Definitely worth the scolding he had gotten. But his human was calm, safe and...safe. no kidnapping a second time.

At least from Decepticons.

Technically Sam was in an odd kidnapped, or abducted, situation by human terms.

Bumblebee rolled over, stretching his joints and back. Not at all minding as Ratchet stooped to check both the scout and his internal systems.

"He's at least adapted to your nanites." Ratchet said in a bemused tone, speaking cybertornian. Patting Bumblebee's head, smiling at the happy churring. "Just take good care of the boy. The lingering AlSpark energy on him is at least helping you heal as well." 

Bumblebee hummed again, more a happy grumble as he was at least glad Sam was old enough to not be questioned too much where he had gone. Optics dimming again in the hidden base as he felt a faint flutter and pulse of bio energy. Mostly alone again, at least externally, Bumblebee patted the rough spot over his main tank. Flexing experimentally until he felt that flutter pick up as Sam finally woke up again to squirm against his tank. 

Bumblebee could not help but chuckle, his voice rough and a bit hitching as he spoke for the first time in a long time as he sat up. "...good ...boy. Little human. Lit-tle friend... My, good boy. Going to stay... In there, for no-ow. Nice and safe."

He teasingly tapped his armor at the same time as flexing his tank. Until he had a compact ball of soft, warm bio energy. A little ball of soft human trying to wiggle and squirm against his tank, though no bleed of any panicked energy like when Bumblebee first tried his stupid idea to stop his charge from his panic attack. 

It was almost like Sam was enjoying the tight dark space?

Bumblebee relaxed, reaching for the energon that had been left for him. The flutter returned as the now well awake human moved. 

"...good boy." Bumblebee said slowly in english, almost experimentally and was rewarded with another little wiggle at the bottom of his tank. He squinted happily as he realized that even now Sam still responded best to positive words. 

The mech pulled his mask back, pleased as he started to drink his energon. Letting it go to his main tank with Sam, and getting all sorts of interesting squirming from his human. For a good long time as Bumblebee stretched out once more. Playing some music to himself, keeping a theme of reassurance and praise. Optics dimmed as the mech let himself just enjoy the soft movements in his now truly full tank before dozing off into proper recharge again.

He was safe, Ironhide and others were helping stand guard. Bumblebee could let his guard down.

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Could I request some mouthplay/vore stuff with Animated Bumblebee maybe? If it’s okay 👉👈

Well anon, you made me think about this one but something came to me that might help. I'll increase Bumblebee's size a bit this fic. I choose a human reader

Tfa Bumblebee x gn!human!reader

Side Effects

Summary: One of the meltdown tests affected one of the autobots, and he faced the side effect.

Words: 1,131

Warning: soft vore, safe vore, mouthplay, predatory/prey, unwilling prey.

It seemed to be an easy mission, catching Detroit's bad guys was something routine that the Prime team was used to.

Meltdown was waiting as if he had something on his mind. They had him at the ready until Bumblebee once again heeded his instinct instead of Prime's orders, he launched himself straight at the enemy only to be pinned down and feel a jab in his neck from Meltdown himself.

Bumblebee felt funny, until the enemy threw him away.

- What have you done to me? Bumblebee asked in annoyance but only Meltdown's laughter was heard.

-You'll find out soon enough.... - Meltdown said as the rest of the team approached making Meltdown leave.

Bumblebee still felt strange about the jab, he wasn't listening to Optimus' scolding, Bulkhead's words. Ratchet and Prowl noticed right away that the little autobot wasn't acting weird.

They went back to the base and examined Bumblebee, Ratchet had to examine him some more, he discovered there was something different....

Another emergency alarm went off, Bumblebee wanted to go but Optimus told him to stay at the base until further notice, leaving little Bumblebee a little upset. He was an action bot, a little prick wasn't going to bother him.

He watched the others leave and he sat playing the video game console getting dizzier and dizzier, it felt weird as if his limbs were enlarging a little. He fainted soon after, he felt something different... something deep.

Y/N had been able to leave work earlier. He hoped the autobots were.Y/N hadn't seen them in a while, plus had brought a new set for Bumblebee. I knew them from Sari as she was their babysitter, the chics were eager to show Bumblebee. Lively, childish but cute. He was surprised by their knowledge of video games, they were like rivals with joysticks. Y/N always ends up beating him making the situation more fun.

Y/N arrived at the base, which was quiet and there were no lights either. It was strange, Y/N prepared a flashlight... Despite being the base of the autobots, it was in an area quite far from the city as if it were a scary movie.

When he got to the main room, he saw that the TV was on with a video game, that gave him relief. Seeing that Bumblebee was lying on the floor causing Y/N to approach in concern.

- Bee! Bee! What happened? Bee," she said shaking him a little.

Bumblebee reacted to the touch and stood up in front of Y/N with a different expression. Y/N thought to himself, "How big are you? I remembered him shorter."

-Bee, are you okay? I saw you were on the floor and I feared the worst.... Look, I brought a new game. Bee? - asked Y/N. He was starting to feel the chills, something was wrong he was sure. She saw him approach her, as he licked his lips.

- I'm hungry

'Oh was that' thought Y/N

- I'm sure there's something in store....

- No, something different...

Y/N felt something weird going on. Something wrong... It felt like he was looking at her, following her with his eyes.

- Bee?

-I'm sure there's a more appetizing morsel...

All of Y/N's instincts kicked in and he started to run away from it, he tried to catch call someone but saw that Bumblebee was following him. So he ran faster that he dropped his cell phone on the way breaking it. Y/N felt his heart in his chest and hid behind the machinery, having a bit of an advantage being so small.

-Come on Y/N, I'll see you.... I'm sure we both like this game...

Y/N on the other hand was terrified, she hoped the autobots would arrive soon, she was trembling. She hoped it was a nightmare, she heard Bumblebee's footsteps approaching the hiding place. She tried to hold her breath, she could only hear her heart beating. He saw that he was walking away until seconds later silence returned, he thought Y/N would be safe. She relied to feel Bumblebee's servo capture her, Y/N tried to resist as best she could but she could barely move but had fallen into his servos.

-Bee, please... Listen to me," Y/N said nervously.

Bumblebee on the other hand licked her cheek and then her neck.

- I love the taste of you... I prefer to enjoy it more inside my mouth.

Y/N was horrified begging and crying but Bumblebee didn't care, despite the resistance he managed to put it in his mouth.

A big glossa starts to lick every part of your body... Giving you some warmth in spite of the fear you were feeling.

- You taste better when you twist it's very sweet of you...

Y/N was feeling small bites on her shoulder from Bumblebee's teeth, she felt her glossa turn this one over, licking more, you could hear it purring as it crushed you a little against the teeth, leaving you a little smothered.

You didn't know if you were living a nightmare or if you were being pleasured.

- You're delicious, sweetie - says Bumblebee moving from one side of his faceplate to the other crushing you a little giving you a gasp at the feel of it.

-Bee, please get me out of here... please," Y/N tried to move but her glossa had her completely immobilized.

-Relax, I'm sure it's a ride you're going to love.

Y/N felt a shiver as she shivered a little making part of the glossa lick the little one more.

-Nervous, candy... relax, we don't consume humans.... So you'll be comfortable in my tanks

Y/N tried to struggle to get out of there but was simply trapped as the glossa pushed it into her esophagus, Bumblebee gulped as Y/N was screaming Bumblebee's name was slowly going down trapped, surrounded and choking a little.

Bumblebee was feeling happy, he was rubbing his chassis as he felt Y/N in his tanks.

Then he passed out again seeing what had happened.

The autobots came back later, to see where Bumblebee was and what had happened to him they also noticed he was more.

Bumblebee had no recollection of what had happened. Then Prowl found Y/N's broken cell phone and everyone was worried about what had happened until Bumblebee remembered certain flashes of what had happened.

Y/N were scared, feeling every part of you in his glossa and finally felt something in his tanks.

Y/N were still there.

Bumblebee was terrified, that was Meltdown's surprise... And/N had paid the price.

He felt a little movement as remorse, it was all over him.

Bumblebee would have to give a long explanation of that night.

A strange one and one that Y/N was not going to forget in his nightmares.

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You know aggressive affection?

Like when we humans find something so adorable that we just wanna hug/squeeze or bite

You think cybertronians (both Autobots and decepticons) also have or feel aggressive affection towards their prey/human?

Like earthspark megs or starscream spending time with their small human friend and then when they make something they find cute they just swallow them down as their own way of showing aggressive affection

Hello, dear anonymous!

I think it’s very possible! Such thoughts could wonder around some individuals’ processors. Although, willingness of a Cybotronian to actually do this depends on the amount of trust they put in their human. No doubt, autobots are the most eager ones, Bumblebee is on top of the list.

However, decepticons are another case…

Starscream is not very tactile; it’s hard to go through his protective shell of cynicism and fear to make him believe you mean no harm. So, if he opens up and starts showing his affection at all, it’s a very important step forward in his relationship with a human partner. But as far as you make it, vore in terms of affection will definetely be a thing. However, the seeker would be teasing and a bit unpredictable about his actions – sometimes he doesn't seem to think if swallowing his partner is actually OK at this moment, which can lead to awkwardness and displeasure of both pred and prey. I imagine his first time has been messed up by him devouring a human seemingly without any reason. His mental traumas have made Starscream quite vulnerable (even though he doesn’t acknowledge it), and being rejected by someone he cherishes is his worst nightmare. So, speaking of agressive affection, he starts showing it as far as he feels confident enough - and it carries posessive undertones.

As for Megs, he is more open to vore, especially because he is a protective kind of guardian (we can often see this when he interacts with Dorothy). Megatron doesn’t have as many intrusive thoughts of putting himself in danger as Starscream has; his main focus is on keeping his partner safe and close. Also, the former decepticon leader is bigger and stronger than many transformers; I feel like he might be hesitant to show affection in a traditional way (like holding someone in his servos or cuddling with them, for example). He knows what he is capable of, how much harm he can cause if not being careful. So, swallowing someone down would be a good solution for him, especially in terms of aggressive affection.