#protective pred

[cozytummytime]

Protective boi

Why doesn't He just Look away tho? Lmao

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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.”

[weepingarcadecomet]

I love the idea of a safe vore scenario where a Pred is offended that someone calls their prey food. Like imagine The Pred has eaten a prey and an observer casual refers to the prey as food or a filling meal. The predator than gets all offended at the insinuation.

Like “how dare you refer to this precious sweetheart as nothing more than food? If they were just food, I wouldn’t be keeping them safe inside me! If anything, you should be jealous of the VIP treatment they’re getting!”

I don’t know, I just think it would be so fun to see the pred offended on the prey’s behalf lol

[ravenoftheabyss]

Safe vore concept I thought about:

Autistic prey gets overwhelmed by outside stimuli and the pred gently swallows them down into their safe space. The pred has a hand protectively over his stomach as he feels the prey slowly relax in there, making sure no one else disturbs them

(That’s me, I’m the autistic prey)

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First Post

First post ever so here we go. just kinda giving some random preferences and ideas I've had about vore and the like and really just putting down what comes to mind.

Feel free to ask me any questions. Don't have any OCs really but maybe that will change. cant draw or do anything like that so please don't ask for art. love writing though so i got you for asks and suggestions. I don't think I'm the best writer but honestly who cares. it's tumblr

Don't really do NSFW stuff, just not my thing. Same size vore is also something I'm not too fond of, i always think of the logistics, especially between two humans and even with g/t vore i always like some scientific/magical answer.

I like digestion but, and i know its picky, only with some form of reformation and a pleasant or at least painless digestion process. Similarly i like fear play and angst but usually with a degree of comforting and soothing afterwards. Vore has always been viewed as a form of comfort for me and it rubs me the wrong way when the pred just brushes off making them think they were gonna die painfully.

last thing i guess because I'm running out of steam and ideas, but I've always preferred more monstrous/inhuman preds, especially if they're even just a little bit feral in nature. the weirder the better.

[stickmanvoreblog]

Therapy vore headcanons? It is my favorite and most comforting type of vore.

Alrighty, I'll do my best.

Also this is going to be a list of different characters because my mind is always all over the place.

When someone is like stressed out or like tired i would love to think fusakin would be kind enough to tuck them in inside his belly.(headpats and rubs included)

Fusakin-san is always there if you need to like vent about something or rant about something bad happening to you. Overall he's just a sweet guy.

Same goes to Bachikin who will hide you from the outside world if needed.

And don't get me started with Jeraldy, OH MY GOD! If he realizes that you have the same trauma as he has, he would immediately be overprotective of you. That includes noms outta nowhere, Jeraldy following you like a baby duck(secretly), and immediately snapping out a person who happens to accidentally trigger your PTSD. like seriously, he would hide you from anything that would scare you (Like loud noises, anything related to the Gapanese Genocide, and Sigkin, *especially* Sigkin.)

Well that's all I have for you. I hope you like it.

[cozytummytime]

Idk if I ever posted this here but have some older T Vore art! Including some Aftercare!