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[simpingforbots]

unwilling prey fic idea. (One that works best in the 3rd person :> ) A group of human trying to steal while team wasn't in the base for a mission. Ratchet finds them all, catches the closest human, eats them, scares the living crap out of the other humans who scurry and hide anywhere they can to (MAYBE because they think Ratchet's purpose was to nourish himself off their meat) no avail as Ratchet finds every single one of the humans and eats them. (What happens next is free for you to decide!) ((I suggested Ratchet, but it can be anyone, really! If you feel uncomfortable with anything I mentioned above, feel free to change!))

Everything not bolted down

Using a moment when all autobots were on mission, a group of trouble seeking humans quickly snuck in to base. Yes, the war between two faction is no longer a secret, becoming a world wide issue for government to deal while some humans sought out profit, selling guns or try to steal parts from dead bot they can get their hands on. Right now there was a tip of about the base of autobots being located in this area and this group humans could not pass the opportunity. Pulling up to the base, they all got out of their trucks, cutting tools in hand, sneaking in to base and begun walking all over, trying to get anything that was not bolted down.

Hearing commotion, quiet, but loud enough for him to hear, Ratchet put down his tools he was cleaning up, getting ready for bots that would return wounded, surprised to hear anything at all. All humans under their protection were either in schools or work, so this was not right and to drop it on sounds from the ship was absurd. So someone was at the base, some one uninvited. Groaning, bot left his room, listening closely to the noise and sniffing the air. Group of three natives sneaking around and with what he can hear a faint cutting sound. Oh pit no! Running, he followed the noise, slowing down by huge room and sneaking to not scare humans in mid act, need to catch them in action. Carefully glancing over the corner, med bot let out a loud rev as he saw humans steal the stupidest of things imaginable – part of table, quickly stopping in their track and turning around at loud noise eyes wide and immediately running for their life. Oh hell no! With a loud siren, he ran after the slowest one, still pulling behind him a slab of table, to greedy to give up, gaining quickly on him and snatching human up, them squealing loudly and swearing him out.

“They got Dave!!!” sliding on metal floor at sharp turn, Bob stared with shock, worry and fear as huge metal bot easily caught up to the youngest of their group, poor lad not able to catch up to the rest as he refused to let go of precious metal. The huge red and white bot easily caught up to the lad, wrapping his huge palm around the kid and quickly lifting him of the ground, kicking and screaming. The rest of the group had no idea what to do, hoping that kid wont be hurt, but who knows. The giant robot stared at the kid, who by now dropped the bag of metal and was punching the hand of the bot, screaming and swearing while the bot just stared. Then he was suddenly lifted up, the bot changing to hold by the back of his clothes, poor young man instantly grabbing on for his collar to keep his neck from being strangled, furious anger replaced by confusion as he was lifted higher and higher, just above metal head. The metal humanoid then licked his lips and opened its jaws, dropping the human in to every ones horror. It didn’t even took the robot a seconds to gulp human down, visible distortion moving down its neck and then it turned to them. “Oh God, it ate ‘im!!!” screaming on top of his lungs Bob bolted first, the rest of three man crew close behind, dropping everything they had just to get away.

Gulping first human down, Ratchet quickly turned his attention on the rest of three men crew, groaning to him self. Right, this will be hard of they split up, which he fears might happen, opening panel on the wall and pressing a button, activating lock up protocol, main entrance and every vents closing down, cutting any escape routes for humans, rumbling deeply with excitement for a hunt. It is boring sometimes to seat in his med bay, constantly fixing bots, getting fed up with Wheeljack constant visits, so maybe a bit of action is a nice treat. Licking his intake, feeling first human he caught wriggle like crazy in his tank, medbot begun his hunt. As he suspected the rest of the group split, running different ways – more fun for him. Following fain trail of second human, bot kept sniffing the air, and listening closely to any noise, coming in to Prowls office. This law obsessed maniac really needs to get a proper rest and maybe clear his table up, which now served as a hiding spot to a human, that attempted to hide its presence with mouth covered, but still loud enough for him. Staying quiet, bot snuck up to the spot and quickly grabbed the human, them screaming and kicking. Opening his intake, he shoved human in, tilting his helm, savouring the flavour just for a moment before sending him down with few strong gulps, letting satisfied rumble when human joined their partner in crime and moving more wildly, riling the previous human up and sending pleasant chills down bots spine, rumble growing deeper. Now for the last human... maybe he can toy with this one a bit, make then squirm more.

Running for his life, Joe slid on metal ground, scattering up to his feet as he ran in this endless maze of hallways, looking for the escape. The main gate they all came through was now locked with huge metal slab and no matter how much he banged on the door, it didn’t budged at all, forcing him to look for another way out. Came here to get some metal to sell it in scrap yard so that they all can pay for their moms medical bill, knowing just how much this otherworldly metal goes for. They thought all bots be out, fighting, but no, there was someone left behind and now this robot ate Dave. Had no idea that bots needed meat so this is scary. If he gets out he needs to warn others about flesh eating bots. Sliding on another ground, he stopped, listening to every thing around him, the echo of his own heart deafening him, gulping air hungrily. Looking around with fear, he looked for a spot he can hide in or a hole to squeeze and get out of this wretched place. So far, everything he tried was locked up and he has no idea were to go now. Hearing thunderous footsteps, man panicked and ran again. He ran in to a room with huge table and big shelf, seeing small enough hole to squeeze in, running for it and squeezed him self in, praying to god that this thing wont find him. It took a few minutes for the bot to slowly walk in to this place, its footsteps heavy and sounds of steam hissing in the air, making man squeeze him self further in to the hole and try to force him self to calm down, even if his heart was loud as drums. He can hear the bot wonder about, moving things, thumping things.

“Come on, human, come out from where ever you are and you wont be in much trouble, promise.” The voice was stern and firm, reminding Joe of his dad when he would scold him and his brothers for something stupid “Breaking in to base, trying to steal. That is not such a good behaviour” the voice grew closer and Joe went still, eye peeled on opening, swallowing nervous lump in his throat. It went to quiet all of a sudden, stillness hung in air like deadly poison, man fearing that it found him, fearing that it can hear his heartbeat. All of a sudden a sound of footstep begun moving away from his hiding spot, letting men sigh with relief, slumping down a bit, calming down. Right, best to find a way out. Shuffling forward, Joe climbed out, leaning on his knees to catch some breath, eyes down... that’s a to dark shadow huh. Before he can react, red metal fingers quickly wrapped around him, sending his heart to his heels and scream scratching his throat as ground beneath his feet disappeared. This thing tricked him, made him believe it left in reality it was here all along. “Nice hiding spot, but I cant exactly let you go. Stealing from base is not a good behaviour" he was being lifted higher and higher, can see the face just below him, soft smile on strange metal face. “Can’t leave you just like that"

“Don’t eat me! Please! I ain’t gonna tell anyone” the man yelled, kicking as hard as he can “Please! I’ll stay quiet"

“What fun in it" the bot smiled wide, showing of the metal teeth. Opening his jaws, Ratchet dropped human in, snapping his intake shut and keeping human inside for a moment, feeling them struggle before he swallowed them down, putting a servo on his neck to feel them slide quickly down and join others. Well maybe he over did it, error popping in to his view, which he dismissed quickly, placing servo on his torso where fuel tank was, bringing another servo to his intake and letting out a huff. The movement inside his intake was still wild, but with how much space there was now, it was harder for humans to move freely. Flexing his tank a bit, he made sure to take more space away, letting a pleased sigh as faint pain subside and humans were forced to not move as much as they could. Letting out another sigh, bot headed in to his medbay, returning to his work.

Coming back to base, Optimus was a bit shocked to see a strange civilian car outside the base, not recognizing it at all. Going in he can smell faint trails of humans, not his, different, which shocked him a lot. Letting his team rest after fight and wanting to find out who broke in to base. The smell was faint but he can trail it just fine and was lead in to medbay, where he found Ratchet on the same medberth he saw others on, red and white bot laying on his back, servo on his fuel tank, letting out groans. Right, found the humans.

[softsnugglystomach]

Just realized that if we go with the “Cybertronians can’t digest organic matter” angle for safe vore, any poor bastard that gets eaten with their phone is going to be in for a not-so-fun surprise.

Imagine if one of the Autobots eats a human (probably in a hurry to keep them safe from smth) and then there’s this yell of “AUGH!” from their tank, and so they’re obviously like “are you ok what happened?!” only to receive the response of “MY PHONE IS GOOP NOW!”

[crazyredfeatherlover]

Are the autobots gonna pay for it or make them a new one?

[softsnugglystomach]

I think they make a new one, bc then they can install ✨extra features✨ to keep their lil buddy safe. And also I don’t think they have money in some continuities, since they’re hiding from humanity.

The extra features may or may not include a tracker. Just in case.

Do you think that there’s a way for someone to like, make a watertight, waterproof phone case out of materials that Cybertronians can’t digest?

I was going to suggest leather but that’s not fully waterproof, so I looked it up and I think maybe ELS cotton would work? The only issue is how to properly seal the stuff together without any non-organic material.

LMAO they might just have to like, use maple syrup or something to seal the fabric when they get eaten and then cut the phone out of there when they leave.

[void-draws]

what about a scenario where The Suck-up starscream Snatches playfully the reader from a tall building and Uses mouthplay on em?

(I looked up his name, appearrantly he is called Sunstorm)

You were sitting on the rooftop of your new appartement, enjoying the view of the city below, as the sun starts to set. You had moved closer to the heart of the city, in order to be closer to the autobots. It had been quite tiring to always drive for what felt like an eternity each time, until you got to the autobot base. You enjoyed helping them where could, however this had gotten you spotted by one of the starscream clones. You had managed to escape, but you were still a little shaken up by it. You sighed, atleast you were save now.

Or so you thought. Suddenly, you hear the sound of a yet behind you. When you turn around, you see the starscream clone, that had spotted you last time. Sunstorm. You quickly try to run somewhere, just anywhere, to buy yourself some time, but your body quickly gets enveloped by one of the clone's large hands. You struggle and squirm in order to escape, but nothing works. "Good evening, dear organic. You had made a brilliant escape last time, brilliant, so I have taken the liberty to track you down instead." Sunstorm lifts you off the ground, dangling you over his mouth. Before you can protest, the clone lowers you into his mouth.

His jaws close around you, trapping you inside. Suddenly Sunstorm's tongue starts to swish you around, pressing you against the roof of his mouth, rolling you around and generally not giving you any breaks. A few tauntingly long minutes later, the clone stops licking you, instead carefully positioning you between his teeth and gently applying some pressure. He continues nibbling your, in comparison, tiny body. Sunstorm is gentle enough not to injure you, however it is enough to be uncomfortable for you. You try to push his teeth away from you, however it's no use. Your body quickly gets exhausted from the constant struggle against Sunstorm's mouth. This goes on for a lot longer than your body is able to keep struggling.

After what feels like an eternity, The clone gulps your tired body down. "You taste even better than I expected. You've done such a great job with your attempts at escape." He praises you, which would confuse you if you weren't way too exhausted to even move or pay attention to what he is saying, as you continue to slide down his throat.

You eventually fall into his tank with a splash. You are barerly able to muster up the strength to crawl over to Sunstorm's tank walls and press your hands against them. You think about shouting for help or demanding to be released, but your level of exhaustion is too advanced for that. You eyes grow heavy, as the sounds of Sunstorm's body lull you to sleep.

[void-draws]

I'm sorry but can we get some head cannons about the Starscream clones?

I can try! I don't know their names tho..

For the cowardly clone:

-Unwilling pred

▪︎He is too scared to actually willingly nom prey

-He is quite prey coded

▪︎Maybe gets nommed by bigger bots (?)

▪︎Unwilling to willing prey

▪︎too scared to struggle

For the lying one:

-Would tease prey *a lot*

-Definetly does mouthplay a lot aswell

-The constant lying would definetly be confusing for the prey

-Smug pred

For the too pridefull one:

-Would constantly talk about how the prey should be honored that he chose to eat them

-Doesn't do mouthplay

-Maybe teases prey (?)

For the 'suck up' clone:

-Would constantly compliment the prey

▪︎About their taste

▪︎How they feel in his tank

▪︎etc

-Likes internal belly rubs

▪︎He'd probably talk about feeling honored, etc when the prey gives him internal affection

-He is mostly prey coded tho

▪︎He'd definetly ramble about how honored he is feeling, that the other bot chose to eat him

▪︎I doubt he would complain

▪︎Doesn't mind mouthplay

For the female one:

-She is the most pred coded out of all of them

-Teasy pred

-Doesn't care much if the prey is struggling or not

▪︎Doesn't care for internal affection either

[softsnugglystomach]

Chapter 2 of ‘Starscream, Please…’

The first chapter is here, and it’s on AO3 here!

Starscream was still and silent, laid on his back in the pillowy mesh of Optimus’s tank as his mind raced.

The Prime’s ragged venting had evened out moments after a loud crunch had shaken through them both, rattling Starscream’s processor against the inside of his helm, and now the only sounds he could hear were the steady thump of Optimus’s energon pump and the whooshing of air through vents.

He felt strangely untethered, as if the shock had jolted him out of his own frame, as if his body might not move at his command, and he flexed his servos just to prove he could.

“Optimus?” That was Arcee’s voice, quieter than he’d ever heard it, and then there was the crunch of pedes slamming down on gravel, approaching quickly, and Starscream felt a rush of panic.

Optimus wasn’t responding. Why wasn’t he responding?

Outside, Arcee rushed to her leader’s side, optics wide and frantic, kicking up clouds of dirt and pebbles as she ran. As the dust settled, though, she skidded to a stop.

There, atop the Prime’s leg, sat a boulder more than half her height.

She turned back to the groundbridge. “Bulkhead! Ratchet! I need some help over here!”

The two came racing out of the vortex, and Bulkhead gasped at the sight of Optimus laying unconscious.

As he reached for the boulder, Ratchet yanked his arm back, his engine growling.

“Be careful!” he snapped, a scowl etched onto his face. “You don’t want to cause more damage, do you?”

Bulkhead flinched, hesitating to reach forward again, and Ratchet sighed, pursing his derma.

“Just– lift it gently, alright?” His voice was a little less harsh this time, and Bulkhead nodded, gingerly hauling the rock away from the Prime’s injured leg.

“We need to get him to the medbay,” Ratchet ordered.

“What- what’s going on?” Starscream yelped as Bulkhead and Ratchet hoisted Optimus up, careful of his mangled leg, and there was a pause as they remembered that he was still inside the Prime’s tank.

Ratchet sighed. “Optimus is injured. He’s going to need to heal from this, which means you are going to need to leave.” Optimus had gotten by on only energon so far, but now that he was injured, he would need the raw materials metal provided for his body to repair itself properly, and unlike energon, metals needed to be digested before they could be processed.

The seeker went silent for a moment, pressing himself into the far wall of Optimus’s tank. He didn’t want to leave, didn’t want to be forced out of the one place that he felt safe.

“Okay.” His voice was quiet, subdued, and he tried to keep his venting even. He knew he couldn’t stay here forever. He knew that.

It was fine.

Optimus was laid down on the medical table, his helm falling to one side, and Ratchet got to work, fusing torn cables back together, fixing crumpled plating, and welding metal back into place. Hours passed in a blur, the world around him fading away as he turned all his focus to his task.

All the while, Starscream sat still, waiting anxiously for Ratchet to finish the surgery.

Once it was done, he would have to leave. He would have to be out in the world, with his body still too small to fight, his plating too weak to protect him, with people who had every reason to hate him. His wings pressed flat against his back, and he curled in on himself a little tighter.

“Alright, that’s done with,” Ratchet announced. “Out you get.”

Starscream took in a shuddering vent, but didn’t fight it as Ratchet pressed on Optimus’s abdominal plating, pushing him up towards the entrance.

With some careful maneuvering, Starscream was pushed back up the Prime’s throat, helped up by Optimus’s gag reflex, and Ratchet tugged him out of his mouth, grimacing at the slimy feeling of the lubricant that coated him.

He was plopped down inside the sink, and he wobbled for a moment on unsteady legs before he was able to stumble forward to stand beneath the faucet. He felt embarrassment wash over him as Ratchet raised an optic ridge at him– the days he’d spent in the Prime’s tank shouldn’t have been enough for him to have forgotten how to do something as basic as walking.

His wings raised, an indignant scowl on his face. “What are you looking at?” he snapped, fighting to keep his plating from flaring.

Ratchet rolled his optics and turned on the sink, dousing Starscream with lukewarm water. “Get yourself cleaned up, I don’t want you tracking slime all over the base.”

Starscream glared up at him for a moment, but as the water began to wash off the coating of saliva on his plating, he became aware of the way it felt in the cracks between his plating, and he began to scrub furiously at himself, eager to get rid of the discomfort. Only once he was sure that every bit of the drool that had coated him was gone did he step out from under the rushing water.

Ratchet switched off the sink and handed him a towel, staring at him with narrowed optics as he dried himself off.

Once he set the towel down, he was snatched up from the sink, an undignified squawk leaving him as he was grabbed.

“What was that for, you–!”

Ratchet strode down the hall, not even bothering to look at Starscream while he walked. “You’re going to stay with the others so they can monitor you, because I’m not babysitting you after all that.”

Starscream froze.

The others. He’d almost forgotten that they were in the base too.

His wings sank down, and he went still and quiet, something in the back of his processor convinced that if he was silent enough, he might go unnoticed.

Maybe if he was quiet, they would find less reasons to be upset with him. Mouthing off had only ever gotten him hurt, anyway, so maybe it was time to be compliant for once.

Maybe Optimus would keep being gentle with him if he just endured whatever the others did to him, if he gave them no reason to tell the Prime that he was misbehaving.

Ratchet stepped through the doorway, heading toward where Arcee and Bulkhead were speaking quietly amongst themselves. Their conversation came to a halt as he approached, and they turned their attention to him.

“Is Optimus okay?” Bulkhead asked, fidgeting slightly.

“He’ll be fine,” Ratchet replied, “he just needs to rest for a while.” He placed Starscream on the table between them, raising an optic ridge at the seeker’s uncharacteristic silence. “In the meantime, you two can keep an optic on him.”

Turning back to the hallway he’d come from, Ratchet started toward his quarters, not bothering to glance back when he spoke. “Make sure he stays put, I’m going to rest after all that.”

And with that, Starscream was left alone with them.

Arcee glared down at him, and he flinched, his wings pressing flat against his back. He shook slightly, avoiding meeting her optics.

“Don’t try anything, ‘con.”

He nodded quickly, still trying to make himself look small, desperate to appease her.

He missed the warmth of Optimus’s tank already.

[simpingforbots]

Could you do Megatron (TFP or TFA) eating an unwilling human... (Safe vore) because they find the fear attractive? :3

If possible, I'd prefer the human to have white hair and be feminine (nonbinary)

Game of cat and mouse.

Another mission that ended with Autobots coming on top, leaving Decepticons quite angry and pissed, which they took out on each other, snapping with witty comebacks and engaging in hand to hand combat. Megatron could only let out an angry grunt, watching Lugnut and Blitzwing go at each other, Blitzwing using his slightly smaller size and slimmer physic to his advantage, out manoeuvring rather big mech, whose built was more bulkier, taunting many eyed dumb aft in between swings. An interesting show to watch usually, just not today, making Megatron headache get worse and in the end he decided to leave the base, quietly, without his followers noticing him, wanting to be left the frag alone.

Leaving the cave, he stared at the forest surrounding their hide out – giant century old trees, towering over him with their huge trunks and covering him from unwanted eyes with their crowns, hardly letting any light though, providing a perfect cover for grey bot. Grunting, Megatron moved forward, time to time scaring a local wild life with occasional growl, marvelling at seeing tiny pathetic organic creature run, able to smell their fear lingering for a moment, his fans speeding up just a bit. Something about seeing weak running away, that knows that they have no chance against him, excited him and he wished be could just chase one for fun, so why not. Scanning the forest, still stalking he found a perfect target – rather large quadrupedal, much bigger then the ones he just scared of, with huge horns that reminded him of Shockwave. Should be some fun chasing it right, and blow of some steam after small Prime beat his aft. Crouching, he stayed quiet, creeping towards creature, lazily grazing on grass until it becomes aware of his presence and quickly lift its head, black eyes staring at him, mid chew. It jaws moved again, body tensing as it got ready to bolt at sight of huge bot, staring it down with red optics and a grin. Perfect. Letting out a deep growl, it was a sign for the organic to run, it bolting immediately, ground lifting below it hooves as it ran and weaved in between tall trees. Leader of decepticons gave them a few seconds before giving chase, amazed at how it managed to out manoeuvre him, but not for long. With in seconds he caught up to it, slamming his open palm on it, forcing out a painful and fearful scream, sending chills of excitement through his frame. It even got worse as the creature fought back and wiggled under his palm, still bleating for its life. It was fun, so he lifted the palm and watched the creature run again, rumbling deeply with enjoyment.

You inhaled deeply, struggling to fill your lungs with crisp fresh air after a run. You suddenly got a health kick after you visited your father for Christmas and getting some much needed rest after slaving away at work, giving you a new look on life, so you changed yourself quite a lot and even noticed some things that made you prouder- you can now squat without issue and even feel small muscles form on your arms, the fat on your belly seemed to slowly melt away and the dress you bought on a whim now fit perfectly. Still you are not used running in forest, noting just how much easier it is to run on treadmill compared to actually moving forward, still you pushed forward, making your self run for a bit, walk, and then run again, but you never stopped, taking rest in walks rather then stopping completely. Walking the faint path, you just look around, marvelling at beauty of the nature before you let out a guttural scream and drop down, covering your head as a huge buck suddenly flies over you, jumping over thick bush. You panted, peaking through hands and staring at white tail as it disappeared in to the forest, leaving you confused.

“What the FUCK?!” you panted out in fear, your mind wondering just what in the name of Jesus H Christ what was going on to scare such a huge buck. Suddenly you feel being observed, and not like someone was looking at you – it was something that burned though your souls, making your heart beat faster under sudden influx of adrenaline your brain flooded your system. You body tensed, forcing your muscles to be ready to flee as you slowly turned around, eyes growing wide at site of big grey robot, who was staring you down with red shining eyes and vibes that gave you feelings of serial killer. Your guts grew cold as you recognized the bot in front of you – it was the infamous Megatron, leader of decepticons, who seemed to like to cause trouble and mayhem. Before you knew, you bolted away from the bot, running at such speed u never expected your self to be capable of, lungs no longer burning. You can hear him, his heavy footsteps echoing behind and you just kept running towards city, hopping to get there and just in time for public to raise alarm and get Autobots to save the day once more. It was hard to run through leaves, roots and bushes, but you pretty much wanted to live.

He did not expected to stumble upon a human in his chase, shocked for a moment as they slowly turned towards him, fear radiating from them with such power it paled the buck he was chasing. The scent alone made him even more excited, making him change his mind to chase now running away human. After all something that is sentient is always far more afraid then something that is only focused on making it from day to day. Giving chase after human, he let out a cackle mocking them at how pathetic they are.

“What, insect, scared?” he chuckled, swiping at human, intentionally missing, just to make them more scared. And they let out a shrill the next time he fakes his attempt, jumping to the side and twisting their entire body, slowing for a bit as they dropped some swear, but still were running. Keeping him entertained and able to let his bottled up emotions of anger finally get out. But he also noticed toward where the human was running, so he will have to make them run other direction, interested to prolong this game of cat and mouse. Overtaking them easily with few larger steps, scaring them to run towards other direction, letting loud “Fuck Off!” as they bolted to the side and attempted to run back towards town, so Megatron calculated his taunts to make them run away from city. He had enough of Autobots for today and just wanted to enjoy his game. And take out his frustration. After some time of chasing the human around the forest, toying with them, he can see the spark for freedom, safety and survival slowly dwindling, human tripping more and more, trying to outsmart him, using trees to they advantage and in the end he managed to corner them, using their sloppy attempt to turn to try to trick him to make them basically run in to his open hand. As soon as the body slammed in to his servo, he quickly wrapped it around them, their squishy body pressing against his metal and he can feel the frantic heartbeat.

“Hah! You did well to avoid me this far" not able to hide his excitement, Megatron called, grinning like a sparkling when they get a goodie, tossing human up to force some more yelp out of them, catching them in the palm, “ Impressive for a pathetic organic like you. And no autobots to save you, huh?” he let another chuckle, proud of him self, but the buzz of excitement still was going through him like wild fire, heating up his frame with desire to chase again, yet he can see it be impossible as human was out of fuel, weakly staring at him with wide eye while panting. And to quiet, usually when ever he is in city, causing havoc, they scream like crazy, so did he break this one? “What, nothing to say, human?” he shook them up a bit, hoping to make them at least whimper.

Trying not to hurl, you just stare at big robot -warlord from outer space, not knowing what to say, no words coming to mind that might get you out without you sounding like weak pathetic prey that this robot sees you. Because why in the seven hells he chased you, and why was he stalking that deer, making it run like crazy to a point of running towards you and almost killing you. You swallowed nervously, staring with worry and fear in to the red glowing optics of the bot, your life in hands of his mercy, literally. Being shaken one more time, like a kid shaking the toy to make some noise, you whispered out something that you did not understood your self at the start. “What was that, organic?”

“P-Please let me go. Please" you spoke as loud as you physically can, throat still burning with every breath, staring in to red eyes still, hypnotised by its red glow “Please! I I-I want tell any one! Please!” you manage to bleat out, shaking like crazy. The bot tossed his head back in loud laughter, making you flinch.

“After we had so much fun? Why should I?” laughing, Megatron grinned at them... but at the same time what will he do with them. He won, as always, he triumph in his own little game of cat and mouse, so what shall he do now that he caught his prey. Well he might have an idea. Changing his grip to grasp them by their thin fabric, he dangled human above ground, their legs kicking crazily as they reach for their neck, screaming about being let go and not be harmed. He is not listening to them any more, to focused on sizing them up to see if it will actually work, lubricant pooling behind his intake as he lifted them closer to his face. They froze one more time, just staring at him. Well, no going back. Lifting them higher above his helm, he tilted his helm back as well, opening his intake and stuck the glossa out, the sight of which made human panic, trashing with newly found energy, screaming even louder but he just ignored, swiftly lowering them down, he forced the whole organic body inside, surprised how easily they fit in, snapping his dentas hard and as loud as he could, making them clack. His senses got flooded with information of taste, something moving in his intake and screaming for freedom, inflating his ego with just how pathetic this human was. Pressing them against rooftop of his intake, he swallowed building up liquid, allowing him self to hum at flavour of the prey. Once he enjoyed it in fullest, he pushed the human to the back of the intake and swallowed, easily dragging them in to tube and sending them down, not even able to feel much of them with how week they were by now, to exhausted from running, fighting and being sucked on like an energon lollipop. Letting a pleased huf, Megatron focused on returning back to base, feeling much better now after letting all the steam out of his system, patting the abdominal plating with satisfaction.

You screamed your vocals to raw as you were forced in to the maw of the decepticon, huge and more then probably sharp teeth shutting loudly behind you with a clack, cutting you of from the world. It was tight, humid and wet and what ever liquid it was now was soaking though your clothes, sticking to you. You pushed on the roof with your legs and arms, hoping to force it open but any time you applied pressure your limbs slipped on the slimy surface. You let one more fearful yelp when metal tongue under you buckled, pressing you in to roof and you can feel suction around, making you shut your eyes in fear and only scream, plead and beg to be let go... it was so exhausting, you did not even fought back when the bot finally swallowed you, your body enveloped by something tight that rhythmically and enthusiastically dragged its prey down, down in to depth of the metal monster that you never expected to eat you. It did not take much to be forced in to some kind of open space, hard, but slick and you just laid there, world slowly fading to black. You jolted awake, eyes snapping wide with strange noise that sounded like knocking on metal, blinking a few time to regain your awareness and pushed up, looking around. It was dark, but the ring of faint red circles did give some light, even if it gave of sinister vibes. The memories of what happened flooded you and you jumped up, only to slip and fall hard on your chin, letting an swear in pain. The knocking repeated and something boomed around you, sounding like a voice, heavy and deep. You scramble to your knees, forcing your self in the corner, and just froze up. Megatron actually fucking ate you, you are now in his stomach , alive only probably because he still did not had his fill of torturing you.

Feeling little organic wake up as he tapped on his plating, Megatron grinned, answering to Lugnut report on raiding some oil producing factory, returning with quite a lot of barrels, talking his audio of about how Megatron is great and mighty, feeding his ego even more. The organic he consumed passed out not long after entering his fuel tank and slept through day and night, for a moment worrying him that he accidently killed them, not ready to ask Arachnid to clean the organic mess out of him, fearing what kind of rumours it might spread among Decepticon legion. So feeling them scramble toward corner of his stomach, away from his plating, was a good sign. Letting a heavy sigh, he can feel the pleasant sensation going up his spine, making his plating flare just a bit, before forcing him self to calm down. He does not need his follower wondering what got him so excited all of a sudden. So he waited, time to time checking on the human, shivering deep inside him.

Which left him with a new dilemma- what to do with his catch once he will let them out? Don’t get him wrong, it was more then fun chasing small pathetic organic creature till they were to week to even fight back to their fullest – it was more then fun, intoxicating and the flavours felt so much different then to usual crap they’ve been fasting on this planet, and even more. Plus the sensation of something alive inside him felt amazing, knowing that they wont escape since they are literally inside him. But to keep organic in him for long, knowing just how fragile they are – sounds tempting, but no, he is not keeping them in there. So he will have to let them out and then what? Keep them like professor Sumdac? But what useful information can random human posses that will aid decepticons in their victory. Letting out an annoyed huff, huge warframe closed his optics, deep in thought... coming to a silent conclusion in his own mind, he placed a servo on his frame, focusing just for a brief moment on movement inside. Finally, after hours, he was left alone and he took this chance to leave the base once more – there is no need for his new toy to know location of the hide out, he will always find them. Once far away, he activated purge protocol begrudgingly, his fuel tank folding on it self, which caused tiny organic life form to panic and move quite a lot, probably terrified that he is processing them. With ease he forced them up and in to his maw, waiting for a bit and then spat out on to his servo, staring at them without showing any expression- best to keep his intentions to him self, or this will not be fun

After hours of being cupped up inside giant robot, you were slowly begun loosing hope, not knowing what will happen next. One saving grace is your believe that he wont be able to hurt you – cus there is no way something made of metal would need meat to function. Still you wanted to get out and screaming for your freedom did not seemed to reach his ears. So you just set there, thinking, when your metal prison suddenly constricted, squashing you from all sides, pressing hard. Oh god, where you wrong about him eating meat. Panicking, you fought the best you could, pushing with all might against slippery hard surface, but you were still squeezed. Next thing you know you are forced up, re-entering throat and then the maw. Took a bit for it to open and you fell out, landing on something. The sun was up, assaulting you eyes after being stuck in dark place with minimal lighting, breathing hungrily fresh crisp air, coughing and shivering at how cold you were because of slime. You just set there, taking in what just happened, when deep rumbling made you look up and quickly shrivel, covering your body, feeling naked. The bot only grinned, you have no idea what to expect, tensing and panicking at the smile alone. Suddenly though he lowered you down, dropping in the ground. Looking up, he made a motion with his hand and mattered one word “Run" Yeah... lets hope you can outrun him this time. Quickly scrambling to your feet, you bolted once more, this time a bit more energised and hoping you can get away.

Watching small organic run, Megatron rolled his optics and headed back to his hide out. His final decision was that he will let this one go, after all the hunt is much more interesting when the thing you hunt believes it is free.

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[softsnugglystomach]

This is something I mentioned on Discord about this fic, but I wanna put it here too:

Sometimes when I try to write fluffy scenarios with two characters I end up making them codependent, which I definitely did in the fic.

Starscream is VERY unhealthily attached to the comfort Optimus provides, while Oppy is using having someone in his tank as a way to soothe his constant stress and anxiety.

You can sort of see it in the line ‘One palm cupped his middle and smoothed a thumb across the surface, a little motion that calmed the urge to wring his servos with worry.’ as well as ‘He tried to focus instead on the weight of the little seeker in his tank, the soothing sensation of a warm body in his stomach, and he felt some of the tension fall away.’

In my mind Optimus is constantly stressed as hell, but he’s gotten good at faking calmness and certainty because he knows that if he, as the Prime, is panicking, everyone else will also panic.

*slaps roof of truck* this bad boy can fit so much anxiety

[softsnugglystomach]

Starscream, Please…

Sort of a sequel to Contained, also on AO3 here

Optimus gazed down at the slight swell in his abdomen with furrowed optic ridges, one servo settled atop it as the weight of the tiny form inside moved slightly.

Starscream had been sleeping a lot lately. There wasn’t much else for him to do inside Optimus’s tank, really, and while at first it had mostly been endearing to hear him insist on remaining curled up within, trying to hide the comfort he took in being bundled up in the warm walls, as the days went on and he still refused to leave, Optimus found himself worrying about the little seeker.

It couldn’t be good for him to stay all cooped up like that, no matter how much he liked his confines.

He sighed, knowing that any attempt to coax Starscream out would be met with almost territorial hostility, and gave his middle a soft tap to try and wake him.

A groggy, unintelligible mumble left him as he stirred, shifting against the soft mesh.

“Starscream,” Optimus began, half-whispering to the small mech, and almost immediately, he felt his captive’s servos latch onto his tank walls, a little growl slipping from his engine as he clung tight to the safety of his den.

“What,” Starscream grumbled, his grip relaxing only slightly as he remembered where he was.

Optimus’s spark ached with the knowledge that Starscream was so desperate to have somewhere safe to stay. He’d always been protective of those under his care, and the feeling of such a small creature tucked away inside his belly was like an ember set upon kindling, igniting some part of his processor that urged him to keep the little seeker safe and warm within him.

Still, there were things that needed to be done.

“I need to assist some of the others with retrieving Energon from one of our mines,” Optimus explained. “I am unsure if it would be wise to bring you, as there is the risk of a collapse.”

Starscream only tightened his grip on the soft mesh, wings flicking slightly where they laid pinned against his back. “I’ll stay with you,” he replied, just as he always did.

Optimus took a long vent of air, in and out, trying not to let his tank twist lest his captive feel it. One palm cupped his middle and smoothed a thumb across the surface, a little motion that calmed the urge to wring his servos with worry.

“I understand.”

As Optimus approached the groundbridge, Ratchet looked over at him, raising an optic ridge as he saw the bloat of his belly. “I suppose you’ll be bringing your passenger again, then?” he drawled, his words oozing with judgement.

The Prime had to resist the urge to avoid his optics like a scolded sparkling, knowing what Ratchet thought of this arrangement, and simply nodded at his old friend in response. “I will be.”

He received a flat, unimpressed stare, but even so, Ratchet said nothing more on the subject, clicking away at the keyboard to open the groundbridge for him.

Optimus stepped through the whirling vortex with a practiced air of confidence, his spinal strut held straight, shoulders squared, as if he did not feel anxiety burrowing into his spark casing like some small critter, gnawing at his wiring and winding it all into knots. He tried to focus instead on the weight of the little seeker in his tank, the soothing sensation of a warm body in his stomach, and he felt some of the tension fall away.

Arcee’s derma pressed into a thin line as she looked at his middle, optics narrowing ever so slightly, but she led him forward nonetheless, toward the cave that loomed ahead of them like a gaping maw.

He had to duck slightly to keep from scraping his helm on the cavern’s ceiling, dipping down to pass under a particularly low-hanging chunk of rock, and as they continued into the cave, he became so focused on avoiding it that he almost didn’t notice when Arcee stopped, freezing before he could bump into her back.

The dim glow of the energon crystals embedded in the rock to their right lit up the cave, casting long shadows across the walls, and they hurried over to begin extracting it from the walls.

They worked in silence, chipping away at the rock with careful precision, though Arcee would occasionally steal a glance at his stomach, her whole body tense with the unspoken resentment that she held for the seeker hidden within.

Optimus had no doubt that she was holding a great many words behind her gritted denta, well aware that they would change nothing, and he had to stop his abdominal plating from tightening, some base coding in his processor demanding that he shield the fragile frame inside him from her anger, no matter how justified it was.

It would be easy, he knew, to let the protective instincts weaved into his frame impede his judgement, but he was determined to keep a level head.

He ignored the whispers in the back of his mind which said that they already had. He was keeping Starscream there because it was easier to keep him contained this way.

There was nothing more to it.

Lost in thought as he was, he almost missed the way the cave wall cracked as one of the energon crystals was extracted.

He froze, vents stalling, hoping that the wall would hold.

Then there was another crack, and another, fractures reaching out across the rock like branches stretching up toward the sun, and in an instant, both Arcee and Optimus were sprinting for the exit, the crystals clutched tight in their servos as they ran for their lives.

They were almost out, the light of the sun beaming down on them, when Optimus caught sight of a boulder hurtling down towards Arcee, heading straight toward her helm.

He didn’t think– not about himself, or the little weight held in his tank that sat frozen in terror, or even about what the others might do if this killed him.

No, he just moved, lunging forward to shove her out of the way.

He only had a moment to realize what he’d done, his optics wide as he fell forward, before he was crashing down onto the ground, pain ripping through one of his legs as it was crushed beneath the boulder.

He bit back a scream, his jaw clamping down on his glossa hard enough that he tasted energon. His servos clenched tight, and his vision blurred as his optics sparked from the agony.

The last thing he heard before unconsciousness took him was the sound of a groundbridge opening.

[softsnugglystomach]

Keep-Away

Also on AO3

Starscream sat stiffly, his whole frame tensed as your hands, admittedly clumsy for a human’s, yet far more precise than he could ever be, clutched the welder, holding it to his wing and moving it slowly up the cracks in the metal.

He had explained that he wouldn’t be able to fly until it healed, his optics dull as they looked through you, and you had known then that it was only shock and energon loss that kept his voice flat and his expression vacant– he’d told you before that he hated being cooped up on the Nemesis, barely allowed out to fly, but even then he’d had working wings, even then he’d known that the sky was there if he needed to reach it.

You weren’t sure how you’d handle it, if you were him. You could barely even imagine how it felt, to have such a wide range of movement one moment, and then have it stripped down the next.

With a final look over your work, ensuring that you’d patched up as much of the cracked, crumpled plating as you could, you set the welder aside. “I think it’s done now.”

He relaxed, letting out a gust of air from his vents. “I suppose I’ll have to go out to get some energon now.” He glanced over at you for a moment, then looked away, then back at you again.

Despite the situation, you found yourself smiling, warmed by the way he so clearly wanted you to stay by his side. “I can go with you if you’d like.”

He quickly averted his optics, fidgeting slightly, before catching himself and straightening up. “Come along, then.” He set one servo on the ground next to you, and you clambered on, sitting cross-legged in the middle of his palm as he lifted you up to his chest.

The trek to the energon mine was short. In an odd stroke of luck, he’d found a deposit in a nearby forest a while back, a discovery that now had you almost dizzy with relief, thanking every god you could think of just in case they might otherwise take back their blessing.

Without it, he might well have starved or had to risk being caught– even his alt-mode was too conspicuous on the ground to go too far while searching for energon.

You sat down on the grass, watching him work to pry the crystals out of the ground and store them in the crates he’d brought along, knowing you were too small to be of any help with this.

The trees here were old enough that they towered over even him, thick trunks stretching up to scrape the sky, leaves snatching up every ray of sunlight they could. Even so, glimmers of light peeked through the foliage, dotting the grass with little glints of gold, and the sight was mesmerising.

This was some sort of nature preserve, you knew, an old-growth forest that had been here for hundreds of years, and so Starscream had to be careful, sifting through the dirt and avoiding the roots of trees that had taken centuries to grow. He was doing an admirable job of it, delicately scraping soil out of the way, though you suspected that had more to do with how furiously you’d spoken of the logging company that had tried to get at this forest than any real care for nature on his part.

The crates were half-full when the silence was broken by the hum of an engine, moving closer and closer to you.

You froze for a moment, locking eyes with Starscream, before you were scrambling to his side, clambering into his palm the moment he brought it close. With his free servo, he snatched up the crates of energon, hurrying to leave before he was seen.

Before he had taken more than a few steps, though, a sleek blue motorcycle burst through the trees, followed by a green truck that looked like it could survive a crash with a bus. Glancing up at Starscream, you thought you saw a flicker of fear in his optics, but he quickly hid it behind a harsh glare at the two vehicles.

There was a pause, the world seeming to hold its breath as he stared them down, but the tense silence was broken when they began to move.

First it was the motorcycle that seemed to disassemble, pulling apart right before your eyes and reassembling into a thin, feminine form that– does she have boobs? She does! Why? What purpose could that possibly– not important right now, actually, you should probably focus on the situation–

After her, it was the truck, which became a mech that looked even tougher and beefier than he had in his alt mode. Both of them stood poised for a fight, pedes planted firmly on the ground, but it was the blue one that spoke first.

“Hand over the human,” she ordered, pointing a humming blaster at him. The green one’s expression seemed a bit more apprehensive, his optics darting between you and the blaster, but he didn’t say anything to discourage her.

Starscream’s wings flared out around him as if to make him look bigger, and he clutched you to his chest, angling his body to shield you from them. “No! You can’t have them, leave us alone!”

There was a mean look in her optics, and she bared her denta in a snarl, stepping forward.

“Arcee,” the green mech warned, placing a servo on her shoulder, but she shrugged it off, stalking towards Starscream with a sort of unnerving stare you’d only ever seen on wild beasts. “Not now, Bulkhead,” she muttered.

Somehow, you knew she wanted to see him bleed.

You clutched at Starscream’s servo to steady yourself, shaking with fear. “Don’t let her take me away,” you whimpered, pressing yourself to his plating. “Please, Star, don’t let them take me.”

The blue one– Arcee– she terrified you, all sharp edges and vicious rage, and the other, Bulkhead, he hardly seemed like he would stop her.

If they took you away, you might never see him again. You couldn’t bear the thought, not anymore, not now that you knew what it was like to be tucked away inside of him like a precious treasure to be kept safe and hidden. You didn’t think you could live without it anymore.

Arcee blinked, stunned still for a moment, and that moment was all Starscream needed.

“I won’t,” he assured you, and before you could even blink, he crammed you into his open jaws, the world reduced to the dim, damp confines of his mouth in an instant.

The heat of his maw was quick to engulf you, and though he was careful not to damage you, his swallows were hurried, squeezing you tighter this time as he rushed to stuff you into his gullet.

Even through the thick throat cables that surrounded you, you could hear Arcee shouting, and Starscream’s hurried movement jostled you slightly before a final, forceful gulp pushed you down into his tank. You huddled against a pulsating wall, the gentle kneading of the mesh against your body comforting you.

“No,” Starscream was screeching, his stomach tense around you, “I won’t let you take them from me, go away!”

“Arcee, don’t!” Bulkhead warned. “If you shoot him, you might hurt the human!”

You reached out, intending to rub the warm mesh of his innards to calm the frantic venting that bordered on hyperventilating, but drew your hand back, worried you might distract him.

“Spit them out!” Arcee demanded, and you felt your surroundings shake as Starscream was jostled.

“Let go of me, grounder!” Your breath caught in your throat, your eyes wide– what was she doing to him?

“Spit them out, you fragger! I’m not letting you go until you– ACK–” Her words cut off with a yelp as the clang of metal against metal rang out.

“I’m not letting you have them! They want to stay with me!”

There was a pause, the quiet gurgling of his gut and distant thudding of his energon pump filling the silence.

“What?” This time, it was Bulkhead that spoke, clearly confused.

“He’s lying– he must have threatened them or something, he–” A surge of anger pulsed through you, bubbling up through your throat.

“NO!” you yelled, raising your voice so they could hear you through Starscream’s plating. “STAR WOULDN’T DO THAT, LEAVE US ALONE!”

Outside, Starscream’s expression softened as he looked down at his middle, one servo ghosting across the slight swell of his stomach. He opened his mouth, but then glanced back at the two Autobots and closed it again, returning to the defensive pose he’d held before, clamping the tender words behind his teeth.

Arcee ground her denta, vents huffing hot air. “And I’m just supposed to believe that you’re suddenly all buddy-buddy with a human?” Her fists were clenched so hard her claws scratched marks into her palms.

Bulkhead glanced between her and Starscream for a moment before his gaze finally settled on the seeker, and his optic ridges furrowed as he noticed the servo Starscream had curled over his belly, shielding his gut from view.

“Arcee… I don’t think he’s lying.”

Arcee whipped around, stopping before she could turn her back to the seeker, and Bulkhead winced as her glare was turned on him. “What- when has he ever cared about humans before?” she snapped.

He stepped back, raising his servos defensively. “I’m not saying he did before,” he placated, “but I think he might care about this one now.”

“Seriously? You think he-” Arcee huffed, jabbing a claw towards Starscream, who froze where he had been backing away from the two Autobots, “somehow ended up caring about a human?”

The budding argument was interrupted as Starscream began to transform, his plating shifting and clicking into place until his alt-mode stood in his place.

“Hey! Don’t you dare–” Before Arcee had even finished her sentence, though, Starscream shot off, zipping through the thick tree trunks, and they scrambled to catch up, following him out of the forest.

Once they had left the trees behind, though, the jet was free to speed up, rocketing forward on his wheels, and even without using his wings, he was far faster than either of them, zooming forward until they had disappeared behind him.

“Starscream!” you shrieked, startled by the sudden movement, “Warn me first, damnit!”

The feeling almost reminded you of a rollercoaster, except that you were very much not buckled in, slipping about against the slick walls like you were on the worst waterslide of all time.

“I didn’t have time!” Starscream argued, starting to slow down a bit as he neared your barn. “Did you want them to catch us?”

You sighed, giving the belly wall an apologetic rub once you were no longer being tossed about in his stomach. “Sorry.” You leaned into the warm mesh, and this time, his transformation was much less disorienting, the shifting parts careful to avoid shoving at his stuffed tank as he returned to root mode.

He stepped into the barn, ducking to enter the doorway you’d modified for him, and closed the doors behind him, ensuring he was completely hidden from prying eyes before he sat down against the wall, legs sprawling out across the floor.

His servos came up to rest on his abdomen, the added weight pressing down the mesh of his gut that much more, letting him feel how you were tucked inside, deep within him where nobody could take you away. Finally, his vents began to slow, his whole frame relaxing now that you were both safe.

“Are you gonna let me out anytime soon?” you chuckled, already snuggling yourself into the warmth of his belly to sleep for the hours he was sure to keep you.

“Of course not!” He curled his servos a bit tighter around his middle, squeezing you slightly. “Clearly, you need to be kept safe, and there is hardly anywhere safer for you than inside someone as strong and capable as myself,” he boasted, winglets fluttering.

You smiled, warmth blossoming in your chest, and closed your eyes, waiting for sleep to take you. Starscream kept his optics on his full stomach, feeling the rise and fall of your chest as your breathing evened out, and once he was sure you were asleep, he spoke, a soft whisper into the open air.

“You’re my human,” he murmured, running his claws across his bloated belly. “Mine. I won’t let anyone take you away, I promise.”

[spookurbeanz]

Had a random idea hit me mid task at work-

A human being sacrificed to Devastator K/ing K/ong (the 2005 version) style by other (stupid) humans or Decepticons trying to get on the big guy's/the Constructicon's good side, but it low-key backfires on whomever sacrificed you to the beast as he ignores and/or stomps them, then pours all his attention onto you (most likely after eating you as he just can't help it, had to put human in the safest place his brute processors could think. )

Edit: Oooor, this could be an alt start/ alt plot of the og idea I had where the evil organization kidnaps Devastator's human, and it's the bad guys trying to win over the big guy(spoiler alert: it doesn't work)

[simpingforbots]

Angry Ambulance

Engine rumbling idely, Ratchet could not help him self but glance over and over to the side, eyeing young human under Optimus charge, seating calmly while working on some kind of assignment, chugging a can of store bought espresso, chewing on chips.

Letting out a grunt, Ratchet tried not to sniff the air to much and not let another grunt out at what information was given to him through this kind of intel. From even small distance he can tell just how bed their health is and from observing them his anger rose even more with every sip they took from that damn can. In fact he was upset with every one, but mostly with human who was Optimus’ pet, even if Prime rejected the accusations, hiding his over possessive behaviour behind protectiveness. And constant late night “snacks". Even if Prime tried to hide it, Ratchet knew that they were his “pet" and it be best to keep them in best of health condition. Which human failed to upkeep on their own, choosing to fill themselves with harmful fast food and high dosages of coffee, and then take pills to keep expected headache under control.

“You really should drink some water, Y/N" Ratchet sighed loudly, reminding Optimus human to actually hydrate, glaring at their fifth empty can as they tossed it in to trash can, hands visibly shaking from over stimulation, eyes red and clearly dry from how many times you blinked and rubbed them to try and focus back on the bright blue screen, reaching for another can from the bag “Y/N. Did you hear me at all?” raising his voice a bit to get human’s attention. Finally they reacted, lifting their head, blinking rapidly, letting out a questioning hum

“Huh? Oh sorry Ratchet, I could not hear you to well, I have music in one ear" pulling a small Bluetooth device out of right ear, they stared at him with confusion and at the same time apologetic look, “Sorry, you were saying?”

“You need to drink some water! You can not keep drinking this concoction of coffee and sugar. And for the love of primus get something better then this" finally snapping, Ratchet reached for bag of chips by their side, pinching in between his digits and taking it away from human, who tried to grab it, getting up and jumping to get it back, making Ratchet snort at the pitiful attempt to retrieve unhealthy snack. Finally you gave up and just grunted with exhaustion, leaning on knees to catch breath and closing their eyes from another headache. “I stand corrected, go get some water"

“I will I will” mumbling in defeat, you set back down, focusing back on your homework that needed to be finished “After i finish this page, I promise I will get some water" you sighed, letters swimming in your eyesight, and you can feel your heart beat and echo in your head. Ratchet only grunted with disbelieve, letting air out of his system through his nose, shaking his helm and rolling his optics, walking away to tend to returning team from a mission, helping humans with some kind of political issue. Seeing Ratchet walk away, you rolled your eyes as well, thinking to your self that maybe back on Cybertron, before war, he was chugging something similar to coffee as well before exams, cus you heard rumours how hard nursing schools are. You quietly opened the seal, taking sip of energy, while feeling your body shake. You need to stay awake, stay focused and finish this assignment, even if dead line was far away, you still did not wanted to leave it for last minute and then panic rush it. Letting out a heavy sigh, you dove back in to letters, lost in the meaning and using your caffeinated brain to try and force something intelligent out.

After hours you finally finished it, listening to read aloud going through last letters of your report, leaning back against the chair, bones cracking in your spine with pleasant relief and you got up thinking of something to drink, mouth dry despite finishing last can of coffee minutes ago, staggering toward restroom first and then thinking of visiting the vending machine in faded canteen. You avoided it for a bit after Prime literally pulled you out of it, body panicking any time you were near it for some stupid reason, even if the first “incident" was not the rooms fault. Still it took some time. Walking over to the vending machine, you ordered the same thing as always – chips and coke. Walking out, you only twisted the cup letting trapped gas escape with hiss when you heard it. Angry stomping. Looking up, you saw a very pissed ambulance walking towards you.

Noticing human walking away, after still drinking that poison after he asked them to stop, Ratchet quietly followed them, keeping an eye on what will they do next. Will they follow his advice, or do something stupid, further harming them self. Stepping behind them, he knew well how to hide his presence when needed, his footsteps quite and light, stalking human, optics focused, he can see them go in to restroom, then towards canteen, can hear the machine beeping, something falling and them leaving. And the choice that they made, made his energon boil with anger. After all the warnings he gave them, through weeks of observing, they still chose to continue harming them self, flooding their system with toxins and sugar. Letting out a loud grunt and marching towards human, he can see them jump in their skin, eyes wide, taking one step back, then another, turning and bolting down the hallway, dropping their food, as if understanding why he was angry. Far to late for that. It didn’t take much to catch up to them, in fact only three steps to gain on them and swiped at them. They immediately let out a yelp, gripping on digits and kicking air.

“What did I tell you!” anger rattled through him, shaking human a bit, seeing their whole body wobble with movement, eyes growing even wider and little hand hammered against his metal fingers, now pleading to be stopped shaken “Are you trying to kill your self!? If you want it so bad I’ll just let next decepticon get his claws on you!!! Primus" turning to side, he lit a loud huff mixed with snort. “I told you to drink water but no! The first thing you do is go for this sugar loaded crap, after drinking the other crap! I need you to be in best health! I I I have no words!!!” finally running out of words to scream at human, all he could do is just stared at them. Without even scanning them he can see just how bad they are right now – eyes still red, with small blood vessels popping, blinking repeatedly with short intervals, heart beating fast and he can feel it thanks to his servos hyper sensitivity, small trembles from to much sugar and exhaustion they were pushing them self through. And they steel had nannites in their bloodstream who were doing god knows who? Yeah, that’s it...“If you refuse to follow my orders I will make sure you get rest you need!”

Lifting them above his helm, he opened his jaws as wide as he could, intending on swallowing legs first, knowing that out of entire body, they had some good legs with all the escapes they have behind their belt. The human immediately started trying to wriggle out, kicking even more and Ratchet swiftly lowered them down, trapping legs against the roof on his intake, pushing body in to intake tube. Swallowing quickly, ignoring please and empty promises to take care of them self, Ratchet felt them quickly slide behind his intake and snapping dentas shut, he swallowed again and again, until entire body was in his throat and sliding down, plating shifting to adjust to prey, that attempt to fight back against him, but he was more stubborn and coding of a medic made him even more determent to send them down as quickly as he could. As soon as their weight got flagged entering his fuel tank, Ratchet let out a heavy sigh of relief. Wiping off a line of lubricant, bot placed a servo on abdominal plating, making his tank form a tight ball, restricting human from any attempts to get out and to finally get rest.

Unlike Prime or Bee, Ratchet was more rough with you, shoving quickly in to his gullet, machinery angrily gripping on your body and restricting any movement as it dragged you down, no matter how hard you fought back. It was to tight, in fact, you could hardly get a full breath and any movement felt like fighting against rubber. Finally you slid in to tank and you manage to get some moment to relax, though not for long. The tubes around constricted quickly, eliminating what ever space you had and wrapping around like a constantly moving weighted blanket. The tubes pushed against, rubbing liquid against you in uncomfortable manner, until it all calmed down and you were just left there, wrapped in tubes, wet and upset. You tried to move, but there is no space to even unwrap you arms from your chest, knuckles pressing in to cheeks, legs folded against your stomach, and you can feel something pressing in your back, momentarily making you suffer from sudden sting. What was going on?! You tried to kick to let angry ambulance know your discomfort, but you just could not, so you grunted and just closed your eyes, not that you can see much besides faint lights. It was far to uncomfortable to sleep, so you decided to stay awake, mentally focusing back on assignments. Though your thoughts soon become hard to follow, slipping through your fingers and anytime you tried to focus, you just lost it again... few time you snapped your self awake, body jerking with force, fighting against sudden sleep attack, yet you kept nodding off.

Walking through med bay doors, Ratchet adjusted the dose of sedative for human in his tank, getting notification on nannites inside their body and what they were up to, letting out a quite sigh of relief at report of them actually doing a good job on trying their best to keep human body alive, struggling with influx of sugar and trying to use it as fuel for them self, which seemed to work for them quite alright. Feeling y/n jolt from injection, Ratchet rolled his optics, picking up a tool, returning to working on some machine, time to time focusing on his midsection to check on how human was doing and chuckle at how weekly yet eagerly fought against anaesthesia, finally losing the fight. Good , they need rest, homework can wait.

[spookurbeanz]

(Another long one)

Tw: Vore(even though it's soft, safe, and sfw)

This is a direct continuation of after the Constructicons get their human into Devastator's tank.

He takes you to wherever they're bunking up at, the humongous combiner then easily spitting you up, placing you on the ground/floor and separating back into his six counterparts. Meanwhile, their human is like,'Holy shit, I'm alive!', amazed that they were ate and weren't melted. Well, actually more surprised that they were let out too.

The Constructicons now just going about their regularly scheduled day. Not even messing with you that much. Maybe it's because you're still a little beat up, you think, perhaps they veiw you like a spoiled banana, a damaged good. This is relieving but also destroys whatever confidence you had left. The crazy bots that were so desperate to eat you, are barely paying attention to you.

That is until bedtime arrives, and you have most of the six big ass mechs fist fighting whilst arguing over whose gonna shove you down their gullet. You're mind reeling as they throw each other around. Too focused on not getting crushed, failing to notice Hook coming up behind you, hoisting you into his awaiting maw in one quick motion.

The others suddenly stopping their roughhousing, you hearing a few of them whine out "Come on!?", "No fair...", or "Aw man, I wanted to eat em." through the plating beyond Hook's belly that you just slid into. The organ definitely not as spacious as Devastator's. Curling up, knees to your chest, trying you're best to adjust, knowing you're gonna most likely be in here all night.

"Oh, shut up, you nuttheads! They've already been through enough scrap!" Hook barks out. Wow. That was not what you were expecting. You thought the medic had just eaten you to get a one up on the others, it not even crossing your mind that he was doing it for your wellbeing. Mainly, because you were a human, but also due to the fact that none of them interacted with you much.

Maybe they were just trying to give you space, but they never have before. Always chasing you down countless times beforehand. What changed? You we're so confused. "What?..." You whisper to yourself, hearing Hook pause his rant on the others.

"You're still beat up, Squishy. And you don't need these aftholes hurting you more, even if on accident. So you'll be in my tank tonight for recharge pile. When you're not injured anymore, maybe you can be the center of the pile without being in one of our or Devastator's tank."

Oh. So, them trying to eat you wasn't just always for some sick enjoyment. Maybe being in their stomachs wouldn't be so bad. It still kinda terrifies you to no end, but you can possibly get used to it. Especially since this seems to be your life now, no chance of them letting you go anytime soon.

With that thought you now start to get comfortable or as comfortable as you possibly can within the confines of Hook's tank, snuggling into the soft undulating walls surrounding you. Your eyes getting heavy, not realizing how tired you really were from earlier ordeal.

Eyes closing as you begin to drift off, hearing them start shuffling about to get into their 'recharge pile'. Feeling it somewhat as Hook's outer plating was pressed down, from what you assume is one of the others laying on him. The last thing you hear before sleep finally takes you, being the steady but peaceful rumbling of six engines.

[tabbyteeths]

Been thinking about this recently but C/ybertronians eating their human crushes to court them (sort of like how certain species of birds build nests to court females of their species), not out of possessiveness but to prove that they can keep their small, squishy partners warm, cozy and overall, safe. Meanwhile, their poor human is stuck in their fuel tank like:

[yummynomms]

Roleplay gone 'wrong'

most of the time when aftercare in vore roleplays is mentioned, its for the sake of the prey/tiny... but sometimes your pred needs a little extra tenderness after a rough session too- don't forget about this just because they are bigger!

sorry for being away so long i hope this makes up for it a little!

[under-the-bunk-bed]

safely going to sleep in someone's tummy but it's been 4 hours and they won't stop watching smosh try not to laugh videos at they keep laughing alot and it's bouncing you around like that rabbids gif

[simpingforbots]

Prime out of controll - bad influence

Audio fins flickering as familiar light passed through his entire body, Optimus could not say anything, even if he wanted, as of right now it would not be the best to even try to explain the situation to Ratchet. Especially when his old friend is letting angry rumble, mumbling something under his breath. Letting Ratchet do his job, Optimus could only watch Bee, young bot nervously walking from one side of room to another and Wheelie, who was hiding behind a chair like it will keep him safe, occasionally poking his helm from behind chair legs and quickly hiding.

"Ratchet" finally speaking up, Optimus did his best not to sound to guilty "I assure you I—

"Yip yip yip, shut it!" yellowish green bot lifted his servo, voice drowning in anger "I... I have no words!!! What was going through your helm to do such thing! To eat a HUMAN!?" Ratchet tried not to scream as to not alert humans walking past the closed doors of hangar "It's already enough of having strained relationship with their government, imagine the panic if they find out what you did! And the risks! What if something get clogged, or they kick something out of place! What idiosity!" Tapping on tablet to see readings, dock fumed and pushed Bee aside as young bot tried to see what as going on, snapping at worried bot as well. On the screen they can see a clear image of tank - wires intertwined to form something that was meant to break metal and energon, with various wires connected to it and in the middle of it a small human form, huddled somewhere far away, arms wrapped around legs in patient anticipation of their release.

"They don't seem to be affected by anything... YET" Ratchet hissed, glaring at Optimus the moment his fins went up, quickly making them go back down "there is no visible harm to them, but I'll have to make sure they are fine once they out, because who knows what is happening in there, your nanites could be swarming them and they won't even realise until its to late... Primus, what do I do with you?"

"I assure you, they are quite alright" placing hand on his abdominal plating last of Primes let a huff out "They are ... safe"

From all the commotion outside Optimus body, something was not right. And then the strange noises and every thing else. Hell, you can hear big bots engine growling with worry. But what can you do besides wait and see what is happening outside. Leaning back against wires, unwrapping your arms from legs, letting yourself stretch as much as possible, muscles aching from being locked in one place. Finally the tank moved, giving you seconds to brace for rapid "evacuation". Wires wrapped around you in uneasy tension, pushing up back in to the throat and then up in to Primes mouth. The sudden bright light assaulted your eyes with such force, you can feel migraine forming somewhere in the back of your head. The world tilted down and you slipped out of the maw with every thing else, falling in to someone's hands, because even in dazed state you can tell it was not Prime - hands were far to small and you sure you landed in something soft. They quickly wrapped fabric around you with gentle care, yet restrictive enough if you were to try and wiggle out it would not work.

Catching falling out of Primes mouth human, medick quills begin his assessment, drying them off at the same time as much as possible. Visually they seemed alright, no signs of burning, like red skin, they seemed a bit woozy, limbs far to floppy, and clearly not to well taking to sudden bright light, squinting their eyes shut and letting hushed protest. Still there could be every thing else going on inside them, so he let out a grunt, mentally thanking his momentarily curiosity in human medicine.

"Bumblebee, bring me a barrel of water. And some clothing. You know how humans are about their bodies"

"Are they gonna be alright?" Finally getting out from behind the chair, small bot quickly rolled over, climbing on huge surface to check on human. Even if he hates to admit it, he sort of cares for them – after all who else treats him so good.

"For this I'll have to run some more tests... where is it now?" Looking through huge containers, big bot pulled out comically small container and activated his blade, making sure just to nick small fleshy being to draw enough blood for test. Running them quickly, letting a gentle hum at the results "It seems like they did get some nanites in their bloodstream, yet from what I can see they do not seemed to do any harm. Still it be best for them not to BE THERE" glaring at Primus, Ratchet got things ready for when Bee will return.

It did not take much to find an empty barrel and fill it with water without much attention as soldiers probably thought that he was carrying energon, yet Bee was still nervous, his door-wings flattering with worry. He did not expected this from his leader, to gobble human that He intrusted him to begin with. Yes, he knows that now there is a lot more missions, he still checks on them, so why would Optimus do it... a quite thought quickly crossed his mind. Was this a safer way to keep them out of decepticon’s reach? Did it work? Judging that they still were in one peace even after being kidnapped by Megatron again, it is working. Because a second, no, third encounter with Megatron, and coming out alive again, was a miracle even for autobots. And he did wonder - did they taste different to energon and metal? And with how calm Prime was he can guess its not the first time. When did it started, why would he so eagerly do it, because from how Wheely panicked it explained how hungrily Prime shoved human in, and clearly not the first or maybe even last time. Should he try it??? He kind of wants it now. Shaking his helm, Bumblebee focused back on task and snuck in to one of storage rooms where soldiers kept clothes, snatching the first thing he could get and shoving in to his chest, quickly sneaking out. Returning in to med bay, he can see y/n still in Ratchet servos, still getting examined while covered in what ever lubricant was inside fueltank, slowly getting more aware of situation. Bringing over the barrel of water and clothes, he watched medic slide clothes off, not really in mood to fight them and begun slowly rubbing lubricant off with wet cloth. Clearly human did not liked it, starting to fight back and try to wrangle cloth away, mumbling about something doing it by them self's and not needing help. But med bot ignored them, grumbling about disinfecting them properly and not trusting half confused human to do it. After cleaning everything thing off, Ratchet let them get them self dressed, time to time hosting his servo in front or behind them any time they wobbled a bit to hard.

Optimus can feel Ratchet staring him down every time he interacted with y/n. Even if Ratchet did not agree at first, he reluctantly gave up, yet still glared any time Prime had interaction with human, silently judging Optimus. Though there were days were strange empty filling would spread though put him and pain of hunger nagged at his processor, driving him mad with faint whisper of taste. Those days he could not help him self and thankfully, y/n did not fail to help him. He would hide away in endless buildings of new York and just enjoy it. Sometimes even taking his sweet time tasting human, able to note different flavours time to time, before sending them down with pleasant sensation spilling through his spark.

Humming quietly one of notes he heard on radio - a pleasant tune, Prime glanced at the side, able to see you huddled in the corner, deep in "homework" - eyes focused, time to time shifting slightly from side to side, brows frowned in focused manner and pale lips pressed in to thin line. The stench of strong coffee hung in air, even if humans could not smell it, every faint scentl was very strong to him. You've been seating in same position for hours now, unmoving, for hours and it worried him a bit. Letting a heavy sigh and a bit of smoke though his pipes, he glance to another bright blur. Bumblebee was busy with punching a huge bag that humans generously provided. There was no missions or training assigned for today, so he let bots tend to themselves, do what ever they want. Looking in between two, he called out to Bee over comlink, having an idea. Be good for both of them to have fun again right? Walking over to Optimus, Bee was pumped to be sent on some mission or something, momentarily glancing at you. It's been a while since he hanged out with you, mostly because of missions and you being to busy with school. And when you and him did hangout, it was only for a moment. So it was a bit surprising to hear what Optimus was asking of him. To just make sure they doing anything but homework. Beeping with excitement, Bee trotted over to you and leaned on rails, using radio to communicate his intentioned. You let out a heavy sigh, looking up at Bee adorable face with exhaustion. Your head was buzzing and you knew well that it was fromm staring at the screen for so long, and you did miss Bee and hanging out with him. So fuck it, closing the screen, you smiled softly at yellow bot, asking what he had in mind. Your huge yellow friend buzzed with excitement and clapped his hands, snapping them in to finger guns, transforming and inviting you in. You quickly got down from platform and hopped in, still being careful and let a happy sigh as Bee drove out from the base, finally being able to go somewhere else.

Bee just drove around before coming to a stop in far away place, away from city, out in the field by a huge tree. You breathed in sweet summer air, letting your body to relax and fell on the grass. You can hear Bee transforming behind you and joining in, resting on the ground besides you. It was nice to get away from things and just talk about anything. The nagging question at the back of his processor came again and Bee looked down. Being scout of autobots, he knew things that other might probably wish to keep to them self, like Primes well guarded secret of where he goes time to time, disappearing for hours only to return later, sneaking in his bot mode, carefully cradling middle of his body, alert and constantly looking for someone. And Bee could guess who he was hiding and why. And now the strange curiosity plagued him again. He wanted to try it... it can't be that good that.

You looked up at Bee, who was staring at you with a very familiar glint. You sighed, head rolling back a bit, letting a smile escape you. There is no reason to run from it and so far you can tell, they don't mean harm and most of time Prime does it to calm him self down.

"If you want to you can" you nodded quietly and it seems like there was no need for the question to be even spoken. Bee moved carefully, yet eagerly - his servo wrapping around the body and lifting. You had to question how he would do, looking at the bot with a bit puzzled look. Though answer came quickly.

The round part of the mask came apart and slowly opened, revealing a mouth. Why did it reminded you of snake mouth. Bee eagerly shoved your head in while pushing from behind. Something slimy moved under you and slithered around, far to hungrily. The taste!!! If he knew humans tasted so good, he would... best not to go in there. It might be a bit an overkill, his jaw splitting and adjusting it to fit body and he can feel neck plating stretch to limits to fit HIS human in and his alone. Shoving more, he gulped them down, more and more, shoving last part and closing his jaw around his digits, pulling them out and letting his body do the rest. He can feel human body slide down, deeper and deeper, and he made sure it is slow. Finally y/n reached his tank and he can feel them take entire space up, curling and time to time moving. The feeling was amazing, making him drunk with it and he fell back, his t-cog adjusting the body for new passenger. There is not much space like inside Optimus, that was not a big surprise, considering his size difference to big bot. Your body was forced in to fetal position and just breathed slowly, knowing that it must be a lot on bot as well. So you'll just chill.

Optimus was getting a bit worried after not getting any answer from Bee about where he was, knowing that you had a certain time to sleep which you did not break. So he was released to see Bee walk in, though quickly grew concerned when he fell, wrapping his servos around his torso, letting a whine. Quickly making over, he can see that his body seems different, kneeling, and making sure there was no humans around, rolled Bee on his side. Yep, his midsection is bigger. Sighing heavily, he lifted the bot up.

Bumblebee woke up in med bay with Ratchet over him, pressing on midsection while saying something. He doesn't want to deal with it, he has something else to deal with. His hurting, and yet he is still to greedy, he does not want to let them out, wrapping his servos around him self. Just not yet.