sillyromance

[sillyromance]

Hellooooooo yeah

What do you think of writing some vore stuff about tfp starscream?...😇⚡️🌌

Good day, dear anonymous!

Yes, of course! I remember I was asked about it before, but, unfortunately, at that time I had mental breakdown and couldn't come up with anything. I'm very sorry about that, and if you're the same anon who sent me the first ask, I sincerely apologise for the delay... However, now I finally made it up! Hope you'll enjoy!

Homesickness

Rain. Through the monitor you looked at a wide grey valley disappearing inch by inch as “Nemesis” was flying north, farther and farther. There was something dreamy, nostalgic about that melancholic landscape; pale colors set numbing bitterness in your chest, but it didn’t mean there was no beauty in them… You could almost sense fresh, chilly air and cool heavy drops on your cheeks and neck – rain water has an amazing, unique bouquet combining wild, crazy variety of natural scents: grass, earth, field flowers, mushrooms... All living beings love summer rain – it fills them with peace and hope for the better times. And what an incredible view it is when the sun comes out and the water on tree leaves starts to sparkle like trillions of moon stones.

But it wasn’t the thought lingering in your head. Watching as a wall of piercing, needle-like streams were bombarding the ground beneath, you thought of your loved ones, people that you had to leave behind to be here. Of course, you kept in touch – you texted them every week and they did the same, even more often… But it was impossible to go back, at least any time soon. Conspiracy had to be strictly kept: your decepticon friends wouldn’t be glad to hear that even more people knew about them – it was literally luck that Megatron, their huge scary boss with more scars on his armor than hairs on your head agreed to let you join the crew and didn’t kill you as far as you showed up. After getting some experience you figured out that these big mechanical creatures were not very fond of humans. Well, most of them.

- Nasty weather, isn’t it? No matter what Megs says, I won’t go out until this nonsense stop!

You glanced back and saw a pair of familiar long wings twitching in annoyance and distaste.

- You think so, Starry? I rather find it relaxing.

- Well, you don’t need to worry about rust eating your joints if you get outside…

- Ha! You has a point…

The seeker seemed irritated, though you knew he wouldn’t be like that for long. He loved complaining – everyone has their bad habits, and grumpiness is an innocent sin. He saved your life, he gave you food and shelter – and he became your ally you could count on despite the fact that at first others wouldn’t give a tip of a finger (or a digit) for your partnership to last at least a month.

It had been two years already. And so, who wouldn’t bear some little disadvantages when there was so much to be grateful for?

Starscream stepped closer to you and, in spite of his exclamation, layed his gaze at the monitor, his manipulators clenching behind his back.

- Back at Cybotron, we didn’t have rains.

You lifted your head, now looking at his pointy face, two ruby-red optics flaming on it. They were unnaturally sad.

- Really?..

He nodded.

- And the skies had different hue, and our stars looked brighter and bigger. And the cities! Oh, you must have seen them in their golden days… I miss it. Those careless days.

The rain grew heavier; it turned into a solid white wall.

- Did you have a family?

- Hm?

- I mean… Someone who you would be close with, like… Parents? Siblings? Friends?.. Did you have such connections with someone back there?

Two pines far away looked like shaggy beasts standing in the fog – their hairy muzzles swayed back and forth as if they were arguing about something and biting each other’s long “fur”.

- Actually, we don’t have such concept as… family. But I did have friends. Some were very good ones. I still remember things we did when we were young. And there was one I would even call a brother… Though, all of them are gone by now. Killed, missing…

Something bubbled painfully in his chassis.

- Sometimes… Sometimes I think if I could choose: to become a leader of Decepticons or to make things like they were before - I would choose the latter. I’m not kidding! I… I really would. Even now, it’s so strange to get up in the mornings and realize that you are actually alone on another planet and your… home… is destroyed. Everything is dumb and alien: whatever I see or touch has nothing in common with me. At the same time, I’m afraid to remember… I’m grateful Knockout and you still pay attention to me – if you didn’t, I would most likely crush down on Earth.

He grimaced. His wings lowered. The more Starscream spoke, the less he looked like himself, but you knew – it was him. True him, hiding back in the shadows. Who can tell what he lost? Who can claim him to be heartless? If a vase is empty, it doesn’t mean it wasn’t full. If a man can’t love, it doesn’t mean it has always been so.

And if you fear to look back… It doesn’t mean that you stopped longing.

- I miss home too, Starry. My planet is in one piece, it blooms and lives – I can’t possibly compare your grief to mine. And still… I’m lonely here. I guess, you understand. Though, not that lonely. At least, I have you.

There was an unreadable expression on his faceplate for a minute or two, but then he smiled softly.

- At such moments you fleshy things hug each other, don’t you?

- Yeap! We do. But it would be quite complicated now.

- Agreed. However, not for us, don’t you think?

You lips stretched in a mischievous grin.

- Ha! You think about the same thing I do?

The seeker bent to you and turned his head on a side, examining your artificially-naughty face with only one optic – at that moment he reminded you of a big carnivorous bird.

- Well, tell me, little one… - He murmured, his endless claws suddenly appearing just beside you...

… Sitting in a comparably spacious, slimy pouch of Starscream fueltank, you listened to the quiet noises of his huge body, your heart beating slowly and thoughts lazily crawling around your tired mind. Your muscles still could recall the tenderness of your friend’s long throat and esophagus, gentle licks of the glossa trying to sneak under your shirt and reach the bare skin – and so making you squelch in surprise while your cheeks were getting much, much hotter from slight embarrassment and annoyance; by the way, you and his tongue had quite an impressive fighting session (which he almost lost) before you, content and completely exhausted, let your limp wet body helplessly slide down, in the comforting confines of the warm stomach. At that moment even you couldn’t believe you was able laugh that hard!..

Greyish cobalt walls kneaded you, squeezing your tiny frame in strong, affectionate embrace. Hints of red and blue lights ran across them like shooting stars in August. Forgetting about your miserable weight, you floated in your personal small piece of cosmos, rubbing it gently and receiving low, pleasured purr from above, vibrating in your bones.

Rain. It doesn’t rain, but pours. But it’ll be better one day, if you stay strong.

If you stay together.

#soft vore #extreme cuddling #safe vore #transformers vore #transvoremers #willing prey #tfp vore #comfort vore #willing pred #mouthplay #starscream vore

[sillyromance]

Good day everyone!

One idea that has been stuck in my head for a while is of a pred who decides not to hurt a prey, though they intended to before. And here I mean not only physical, but mental damage. For example, there is a pred who works as a police detective who has to interrogate people, like, every day. He hates it, and his "victims" - usually the worst people in the world - feel it very well as their wiggling forms get crushed by his throat muscles (if nothing else works on them). The pred spits these guys out when the job is done, though neither of the sides feels better about it because of this. Criminals spend unforgettable hours of emotional torture while the detective's conscience and his own body cry about how wrong it is to do such things to others - and to himself.

One day, he comes into the familiar room with two chairs and a table - and who does he see there? A teenage girl, barely an adult.

She is terrified. She is alone. And she knows who stands before her. The pred predicts all this. The only thing he doesn't know is that a girl thinks she isn't coming out of here alive: she was told stories... Which were the worse the further from the truth.

In the beginning the detective acts as usual - he saw even more innocent-looking people turning out to be dangerous monsters. But the longer it goes, the more clear it becomes that he was wrong - about most of the things. Her case isn't a big deal; it is likely she was just immature - and dragged herself into trouble without thinking. The scare she got definitely taught her a lesson. Relieved (honestly, it would break his heart if he had to do that to her too), he stands up and puts away the papers, preparing to say final goodbyes. Suddenly, his actions are met with fear and tears; the girl is visibly shaking. He hears a whisper: " No matter what they say... You have... kind eyes. Please, be kind to me... please". He quickly realizes what she is talking about.

Chills of horror run down his spine.

Slowly, the detective goes to the girl - and hugs her tightly, yet gently. Panicking, she starts struggling, however, as she feels his hand petting her forehead, she breaks and even melts to his touch. Perhaps, when it's over, he will swallow her - for therapeutic needs. For now, nevertheless, it's a great time for a simple hug.

#extreme cuddling #vore mention #scared prey #unwilling prey #gentle pred #kind pred #detective pred #unwilling pred #vore angst #hurt/comfort

[sillyromance]

I like the idea of pred lying covered with a warm blanket, gently stroking his rounded and full tummy and already starting to fall asleep, while the prey wriggles inside, doing a small abdominal massage for pred, thereby calming them, and making them feel more comfortable

#safe v0re #safe vore #sfw vore #soft vore #comfort vore #tw vore

[sillyromance]

Good day everyone!

WARNING: willing fatal vore tropes; personal information (mentions of abuse).

Recently I've become fond of willing fatal tropes - and I've been asking myself why. There was time when I was sincerely afraid of fatal, however these days I don't mind it - so, I have been concerned about such twist of preferences. But one day I suddenly figured this out.

As I said before, I was constantly traumatised mentally by one of my relatives - by my father, actually. When me and my mom lived with him in one flat, he did many things which hurt me. And one of them was criticizing me; almost everything I did or said. I always had to be better than I was - and this continues now, though we don't see each other much anymore and I don't allow him to take control over me again. I even had writing issues: I couldn't complete my school essays in time because I was too nervous wondering about what he would say if he read them... So, I think, one of my basic desires now is to be enough for those who I love and respect. I want to be accepted as I am, without questions or excuses. I need to be absorbed entirely, being helpful and good for someone who will really value me. Who will be kind and understanding to me. So, in this case I see digestion as a way for a pred to say: "I acknowledge you, I like you as you are, I need you. Come here - I want to take you". Even if it's painful, even if it means the end. It's comforting for me to imagine myself broken down by someone who deeply cares about me because it's the greatest sigh of love and acceptance from both sides. That's why my preds are kind and gentle in ANY scenario; and that's why my preys can be a little too submissive...

#willing fatal vore #personal #vore philosophy #tw fatal vore #digestion mention

[sillyromance]

Hay I'm not having the best day

May I request some soft comfort vore with transformers prime breakdown please I can understand if not. :)

Good day, dear anonymous!

Of course! Here you go - and I hope it'll be better for you soon!

P.S: I wanted to finish this story today since you were feeling sad... So I didn't really had the time to check it properly. I really hope there are no bad mistakes - and that you'll forgive me if there are... Good luck and take care!

The way to sort out problems.

- ... And then I threw him over the wall.

- Primus!.. I almost regret I haven't seen all o' that. You should definitely take me with you next time.

Breakdown and Knockout were going down the corridor, chatting. That time the medic had to stay on board to complete a specific task, so his big blue friend went on a mission alone and spent outside all day. Catching their loud laughter shaking the ship, you smiled, but very soon your eyebrows frowned again, your head titling down. The carmin mech wasn't the only one who missed the bulky decepticon.

That day wasn't the greatest. Everything seemed sucks, and without your friend it was even worse since there was no one who could cheer you up with their clumsy jokes. Surprisingly, you had grown fond of Breakdown quite fast. The first time you saw him you thought you wouldn't get out alive, and now... You learnt he was the best pal anyone could ask for: caring, fun, ready to listen to you any moment. And unlike other decepticons, he was very tolerant to humans - as well as his mate Knockout. Those two protected you and made sure you had everything you needed. The medic was a bit annoying at times, especially while playing flirty, but it was bearable, moreover that your favourite decepticon was around too.

As you expected, soon your paths crossed. Breakdown waved his huge manipulator in a greeting gesture.

- Hello, Y/N. How is it going?

- Fine... - You smirked, rolling your eyes. - As always.

- Well, I wouldn't say that. - Knockout's faceplate grimaced. - At least not after watching you wonder around the decks like a ghost since the noon. Perhaps, you will throw some light on their behaviour, Breakdown. I have tried, but pharmacy seems to be helpless here!

- Shut up... - You scoffed, turning away. A one more thing that you hated about him was his disgusting habit to stick his nose in others ' businesses.

- Well, then I gotta go, Knockout, sorry. See you in the lab tomorrow!

- Sure thing, Breaky!

You trailed the skinny mech dancing away and vanishing behind the nearest wall. Bastard!

- So, what did happen?

The blue cybotronian's yellow optics were staring at you with confusion and concern; he bowed, offering you his hand. It didn't take long before you climbed on it.

- That's... Uh.. Just a bad day, you know.

- I see.

- You must be worn out. I think you should get a proper rest, not to...

- I'm not going to sleep or anything until my friend is OK. Got it? - His voice was soft and soothing, though it was possible to feel some serious notes rumbling deep inside. - Let's, head to our room. I think you might use some... Special treatment, don't you?

It would be hard not to blush.

- Well, I guess so...

Without further discussion, he put you on his shoulder and started going.

The lights went deem due to the late our. While still on the move, Breakdown told you about his adventures from the beginning, definitely trying to distract you from the bad thoughts occupying your mind. It was... Nice. Finally, your big teddy bear was here with you. His low, husky baritone appeared to be best treatment for your aching nerves to settle.

- Home, sweet home...

At privacy, at last.

Breakdown made his way straight to the berth. It was a pity to leave your cozy nest beside his neck, but a thought about the place even better where you would soon find yourself convinced you to keep your complaints unsaid. Sitting on his palm, between his thick fingers, you suddenly realised how small you actually were - it wasn't like you didn't know it before, but such situations still hit you hard. And so the more heartwarming it was for you to know that, being so gigantic, he didn't ever tried to cause you pain. And something was telling you he never would.

- Ready, Y/N?

- Yeah... - You got up and laid a quick smooch of gratitude at his red cheek. - Thank you, Breakdown.

- Don't mention it. - He smiled softly. - You would do the same being on my place.

After that his mouth opened before you, awaiting. Sighing, you ducked right into the warm, pulsing grey cavern. Now you could truly relax.

The glossa bent down to make it easier for you to get comfy inside the maw. Tingles of pleasure were wandering around your back as it was gifting you with careful, gentle licks. Dump air weighted your body with lazy drowsiness while sticky transparent saliva soaking in your clothes made you nice and slick. As it often happens before sleep, your brain unexpectedly came up with an idea that if your relatives could see you now, they would all instantly fell unconscious. And it was the first thought which finally made you giggle.

The muscles came to life, pushing you further, to the dark entrance of the pharynx. You laid limp as they affectionately hugged you, tugging you forward... Breakdown swallowed. What a nice feeling - to be dragged into a warm blanket of your friend's throat! His muscles could turn your bones into dust in no time. His dents could chop you into bloody mess back at the watering chamber above, but you was cared for, adored... loved. Every gentle contraction of the flexible metal muscles signalled about it. You was sliding down, down, down... Thumping sparkbeat was booming calmly somewhere nearby, white noise of engines was ringing in your ears...

You had been already at pure bliss as you arrived inside your friend's spacious fueltank.

- I hope the ride was good. - The mech's words reached you, distant, yet close like echo. - I'm going to recharge too. Don't hesitate to wake me if you want out.

- I think, it won't happen any time soon, big guy... - You mumbled, curling up in a ball and cuddling with glowing walls surrounding you. It was already extremely hard to not doze off, especially with those lulling, happy gurgles and groans burbling around. - Sleep tight.

- You too, Y/N...

It was the last thing you heard before falling into the peaceful world of dreams...

#soft vore #extreme cuddling #safe vore #transformers vore #willing prey #willing pred #transvoremers #tfp vore #vore breakdown #comfort vore

[sillyromance]

Hey um sorry I’m asking this again but without the angst could you do Optimus vore one more time? Please

Hello again, evelyntyecrqzy!

I'm sorry that I haven't answered you for so long...

Unfortunately, I'm not sure about that. I'm really sorry that I couldn't write something that could satisfy your needs, but I also can't force myself to do something if I don't feel like it. Perhaps, I will write something with Optimus in the future since he's a very good character for such scenarios, but I don't have any suitable ideas for now. Still, thank you for you ask. Take care - and sorry...

#vore asks #sorry

[sillyromance]

Hi, not to be rude or anything. But do you think you could put your stories under a read more? Just to prevent them from clogging up dashboards and tags with their length 💖

(Honestly everyone should be putting their stories under a read more for that reason, you just seemed nice enough to approach)

Hello, dear anonymous!

I think it's a good idea but, firstly, I should figure out how to do that😅. I'm not a very active Internet user, so I don't know many things which, perhaps, I should have. But, surely, when I have time and energy to learn, I will make what you advised. Thank you! Have a good time!

#ask #vore blog #you are very good person #take care! #thank you

[sillyromance]

(WARNING: angst (a person abused in the recent past), one strong word)

Please, don't hurt me. I don't wanna pain anymore. I'm cornered and exhausted. I beg of you - don't make me suffer, I didn't mean anything wrong! Please...

- I won't. I promise.

It is a flash of light reflecting from you teeth and then - nothing but humid darkness. It feels...oddly comforting. Soon I stop struggling and let you devour me, lulled by warmth and softness of your internals. Every long, powerful swallow sends me deeper into you, and I can't help but feel grateful for how gentle you're with me. I'm so fuckin' damaged that your attention to my needs seems unnatural to me - I think I would let an assassin to cut me open if they treated me as a person just for a little bit. Well, actually, that what I do...

I slide, and slide, and slide... And, finally - curl up into your noisy stomach. It groans so loudly, so impatiently that I feel guilty for making it wait for so long. I have been expecting it to squeeze me immediately to brake my bones and melt me down for your body to process. However...

- You're safe. No one and nothing will harm you here. Trust me.

I don't believe my ears. I hesitantly paw squishy wall around me, but there is no acid. The organ hugs me gently; your hand fondles me from the outside - your light touch reaches my back and draws soothing circles on me. I embrace my knees and cry again, but this time, these are tears of relief. Your stomach keeps bubbling and growling, though I'm not afraid. I know that you tell me the truth; I want to trust you so, so bad... And perhaps, it will destroy me again, but I will.

Thank you.

#soft vore #first person pov #safe vore #extreme cuddling #vore angst #unwilling to willing prey #gentle pred #ptsd #digestion mention #comfort vore #protective vore

[sillyromance]

Good day everyone ! (A little bit self-indulgent thoughts...)

I like when in stories a pred's belly growls for a living snack, and while the big guy is too shy to ask for help, so they just wince and try to hide their urge, their prey just comes close and says: "You can have me". I think there is so much love in it. We all have demands which are quite important for our well-being, but sometimes we ignore them because we think that "it's not the right moment" or we "want too much", especially if it comes to relationships and spending more time with someone we love. The predatory instinct, this painful hunger can be translated as a cry for affection and a wish to hold someone you cherish as close as you can - it's interesting, but since I accepted vore as a part of me I have a much better understanding for such feelings.... We lack deep connections; society is still quite unweloming to those who don't wear a mask of cold stone. And so why it's really important to remind each other sometimes that it's fine to want warmth and love. And, personally, I would feel much more pleasure being tucked away if I knew that it would satisfy someone who had a great need for it. It would be so nice to see them smile softly and nod, open their mouth wide to put me in, and I would feel their shaky breath on my cheeks and strong yet comforting pressure of their throat muscles contracting around me; to hear them letting out a content sigh as I would slowly slip in their stomach, filling it just right and immediately easing the pangs they suffered from. They would run their hand over their solid belly and smile as it would then groan with pleasure kneading me gently...

It is so good to make others happy.

#soft vore #extreme cuddling #safe vore #willing pred #reluctant pred #willing prey #definitely not thinking about dr strange as a pred here #doing exactly that... #damn I'm a weirdo

[sillyromance]

Good day everyone!

I know it's kinda late, but I wish you all Happy Valentine's day! I hope it was a beautiful one for each of you. For this special data I have made a small picture of one of my Transformers couples which I didn't post since the start of the blog: Megatron and Alexa! For those who don't remember - Alexa is a daughter of my leading OC Sara Branton. Although my story takes place in TFP universe, I've decided to draw Human! Earthspark Megatron from one of my previous posts since I like how he turned out. As for the girl, I think I'll upload some more information about her later. As for now...

Be happy and may the love be with you this year ❤️!

#soft vore #extreme cuddling #safe vore #transformers vore #transvoremers #willing pred #willing prey #tfe vore #oc #alexa branton oc

[sillyromance]

Can you make comfort vore? From Optimus?

Hello, dear evelyntyecrqzy!

Sure! Here you go!

P.S: there is angst and one heavy word in this work. Also I've written it from the first person's perspective... I really hope you don't mind it.

Have a good day and take care!

***

- How do you feel, little one?

It was late evening; almost all the lights were gone, the only bright area was Ratchet’s lab: the old medic was staring at the big green screen, typing aggressively on the panel and mumbling something inaudible. He was too busy to pay attention to anything else. The rest of the team left to their quarters after they had brought the kids home. No body had shown any signs of life since then.

I was lying on the couch, curled up in a tight ball. My head felt heavy and hurt; I felt cold and lonely. It was hard to hold back sobbing, but I didn't want to attract unnecessary attention - nobody cared anyways. Why would they? Were my problems that important?

I squeezed my eyes shut, tears running down my cheeks violently as my shoulders started shuddering...

And then I heard his deep, gentle voice.

"How do you feel, little one?" - I turned my red face to the huge mech behind me. Optimus Prime, my guardian. Through the cacophony of my thoughts I hadn't heard him coming. His blue optics far above glowed with concern.

I hurried to wipe the tear tracks from my face and stand up, mumbling something like: "Sorry" or "It's fine, don't bother yourself..." But as far as I did this, his large servo wrapped around me and very soon I found myself sitting on his plain rough palm, being swirled with his kind, sad gaze. I felt nothing but guilt, though the only reason for it was my depressing mood. I couldn't look straight at him, turning away over and over, rubbing my hot cheeks in attempt to get rid of the tears. I hated myself for the mess I had become – I waited for him to throw me away as far as he would get a good look at my ugliness. However, Optimus didn't seem disgusted with me at all.

- Did someone offend you? - The mech asked again with the same sincere tenderness in his tone.

I shook my head negatively.

- Is it something in your body?

I closed my face with both hands and shook the head even more violently, crooking.

- No...

- And what’s about your soul?..

I sniffed silently; choking sensation dug its claws into my throat as it let out a pathetic "Mm-gm..." and I nodded. Everything in me just fell somewhere down; I felt my poor heart beating hysterically in the stomach. There was a crazy mix of panicking fear and complete indifference. I was trembling, wishing to be left alone. But even more, I wanted to be comforted. I wanted someone to embrace me and whisper soothing words, to say that it was going to be OK, to stroke my hair as if I was just a kid. But wasn't it too much to ask? I didn't dare to believe Optimus would bother himself to spend time with such a puny, pathetic creature.

After this cut through my head, I couldn't keep myself from crying anymore – I literally burst out.

- Hey, look at me, Y/N.

Hesitantly, I obliged. I was ready to see disappointment or distaste, but instead...

- There is nothing to be embarrassed with. Do you want to talk about it?

I wasn't sure if I heard him right. Did he really... worry about me? Of course, as my guardian, he should have, regardless... Wasn't I dreaming?

- W-what d-do you m-mean? – I replied indecisively.

- I thought, perhaps you could share your pain with someone. Sometimes it helps. - A small, understanding smile appeared on his faceplate. - I'm sorry... It hurts my spark to see such precious little thing crying.

I lost my ability to speak for some seconds.

- Does it r-really? W-why?

Prime's eyebrows lifted up in surprise.

- Because you matter. You're my friend, Y/N. Friends help each other, don't they?

His gravely voice had already had its way with me. My shudders calmed down and though my eyes were still wet, I couldn't help but smiled back at him.

- Thank you... for this... But I don't want to talk right now...

- It's absolutely fine...

- ... I'm very, very tired, though. - At the moment I said that, my spine weakened and I collapsed at the flat, warm surface of Optimus' hand.

Something childish, basic, something from the abyss of my wild, subconscious core suddenly arose inside me and escaped my chest with barely audible plead.

- Please... Don't leave me here...

A quiet sigh rambled beside me; my entire figure was washed with warm air of his exhale.

- Don't worry, Y/N. I won't.

His digits closed over my tiny form. I wasn't able to see a thing anymore, but I could say for sure that we moved away from the place.

Quite soon the sounds of Ratchet's work faded away. Optimus opened one of the many electric doors and walked into a somewhat room - I heard a soft "whoosh" as the panel shifted back to its place. My guardian set me free on his berth, and only then I understood that we were in his private room. Sitting down beside me, he spoke even gentler than before:

- You are out of energy. And so do I. But still, I don't want you to stay alone...

Do you trust me?

I nod, already predicting where he was heading to. Cybotronian friends committed this small ritual with humans regularly; many were fond of it. However, I had never tried it with him. I couldn't claim that I was completely inexperienced too, but those previous times were emergencies which I couldn't truly like – they were harsh and distasteful like a rotten fruit. Now... It promised to be much more intimate. And it depended only on my wish.

I glanced at him through my eyelashes - I was too sleepy to keep the eyes wide open - and murmured:

- I do.

Optimus nodded. I was lifted up again - straight to his mouth.

Slowly, controlling every his movement, my guardian guided me inside his maw and laid my feet on his squishy glossa - there was a faint blue light twinkling at the back of his depthless throat illuminating a humid, warm chamber. Thanks to him I didn't even touch the sharp dents – their deadly blades loomed right above me, but stayed harmless, serving simply a reminder of what power Optimus actually had over me. The glossa curled around my legs as soft, thick blanket, then released them and I was pushed further to the glowing entrance of the esophagus.

I stared down, processing what was about to happen. I appreciated the leisure pace Optimus chose with me; his gentle licks and steady, rhythmical ventilating brought me nothing but comfort and peace. I sensed my toes in his pharynx and waited for inevitable with dull thrill - to be unceremoniously drugged into misty, humid confines of the muscles’ trap, to be deafed and choked. That what I was usually met with before, every time I was gulped down. However, when Optimus swallowed, his artificial, metal flesh contracted just slightly, pulling me so carefully inside that I almost missed the moment. It was like... A hug. The next swallow was just a little bit stronger - I gasped as he let his hand go off me and my tiny being got engulfed into his soft throat. It felt better than anything I knew before. Surrounded by the pulsing alien flesh, I finally felt protected and loved – the state I sought for so desperately all that fuckin’ day.

For some time he just held me there, his head titled back. I didn't make a move, trying to avoid hurting him. Living heat of his soaked into my bones and made me so drowsy that I thought I would fall asleep. However, at that moment the muscles came to action and lovingly tugged me deeper. The light grew brighter, though it didn't bother me at all; I was easily slipping in a long wiry tube constructed from the smaller ones, thinner and more solid, poured with viscous, bubbling energon – I was watching little sparks floating in there as I was passing by and a weak flame of forgotten happiness flickered in my soul once more.

Finally, I arrived at his fueltank. Its walls greeted me with a friendly squeeze, forcing me to curl into fetal position. I didn't cry anymore; all my worries and demons disappeared long ago, at the second I heard: "How do you feel, little one?"

God! I was so horribly wrong. I thought no one needed me, that I was lost, abandoned... And still, there was someone who couldn't bare me cry.

I felt Optimus' servo laying down on the lump I must have made on his waist, caressing me. I rubbed my head against the spot where I could recognize the pressure and smiled.

I did matter.

#soft vore #extreme cuddling #safe vore #transformers vore #transvoremers #willing pred #willing prey #tfp vore #optimus prime vore #hurt/comfort #comfort vore #angst #vore angst

[sillyromance]

I read your knockout headcanons thing and uh, you wouldn’t happen to have any for flamewar would you??

Hello, dear cybersoldier82!

Thank you very much for your ask! I'm sorry that I haven't answered you straight away. Actually, I'm not familiar with the character since I have never read any comics where Flamewar appears, however, I've done some research and figured out her personality (more or less). I really hope that you'll like my writing. Have a nice day!

Flamewar🗡️

Flamewar is a fem who is difficult to be around. She can be cold, sarcastic, even cruel to her partners, especially, if they don’t share her beliefs and ideals – then, considering her hot and wayward temper, she will make sure their lives turn into pure hell. So, the only possibility to co-exist with this ruthless fire lies in being the most loyal friend and supporter for this transformer. Of course, it won’t save you from her bold commentaries and rudeness, but, surely, she will think twice before sacrificing your life for whatever goal she has.

As a pred, Flamewar can appear in two different positions – terrifying monster and distant, but gentle protector. Obviously, if a human sympathizes Autobots, the fem will bring them the most painful, horrifying death she can; cries and pleas of her unlucky victims give her indescribable pleasure – if you get in her claws, there is no way out...

However, if you are a person who genuinely cares about her, who proved themselves to be the most reliable and competent in their area, Flamewar may open her spark for you one day. And if you make her genuinely smile or laugh – then you can pridefully say that you domesticated a wild tiger.

I wouldn’t call her a comforting type – she is rough to others as well as to herself, so it should be something TRULY serious to make her show just a bit of pity. On the other hand, she definitely doesn’t like TO BE SHOWN pity! That way, if she’s upset or angry, it’s better to leave her be for some time, just being around in case she changes her mind and asks you for help directly (it’s not an easy task for her, be patient; she will do so only if you worth it in her opinion). At such moments, she likes having a willing living creature inside her; it gives her a sense of control and warmth of companionship which Flamewar lacks since she doesn’t completely trust anyone. She will sit motionlessly in the corner, embracing her knees, optics closed, and simply give in to the nice feeling of her human moving in the fueltank, the only person who is allowed to be so intimate with her...

As I said before, Flamewar has a great potential for being a protective pred. The one who will make fun on you, drive you crazy, kick you in the guts all the time – but also the one who will risk their life to save yours and beat hell out of those who would touch you even with a tip of a finger (or a digit). The fem is strong and literally made of steel – where is a better place to hide her precious tiny than her own body? If you’re in danger, she will swallow you immediately. Sometimes everything can happen very fast, without a warning, but she remembers about humans’ fragility – she isn't just a soldier but a scientist, she knows when it’s required to be careful – consequently, the trip down isn't long, but it isn't uncomfortable either. Although, you shouldn’t hope for convenience while she has a fight to win – she may avoid using some moves which can toss you too much, but her body is made for a combat style which doesn’t allow her to stay still for long - there will be some throwing and squeezing.

I’d like to think that her intensities are not that sensitive; they are covered in scars left by serious battle injuries or her not-so-welcomed guests who are now gone for good in great agony… But she appreciates affection from her little friend. Flamewar loves receiving rubs – caresses make her softer and more talkative, though not for long. Take the opportunity while you can! Her fueltank is spacious and active (the organ shows true emotions of its owner no matter how hard she tries to hide them). It has cobalt color and glows with reddish or dim yellow. The fem doesn’t like tickles that much; still, if it’s right time, she won’t mind. As for tasting, she adores mouthplay and often does it for fun or intimidation. Nevertheless, Flamewar doesn't pay too much attention to flavours (she is not picky, war and its difficulties - especially, lack of fuel - are strict teachers after all), although, if she gets impressed, her preys can receive some commentaries like: "Not bad!" or "That's not what I've expected... Intriguing." In general, Flamewar can seem unsociable and grumpy, but if there is something special about you that draws her attention, you'll instantly feel it.

#extreme cuddling #safe vore #willing pred #transformers vore #transvoremers #willing prey #soft vore #unwilling prey #fatal mentioned #digestion mentioned #gentle pred #cruel pred #sorry for the delay #take care

[sillyromance]

Good day everyone!

Recently I have decided to make myself a sona, so - this is what I have come up with! Since this moment you can call me Triana (it's not my actual name, however I really like how it sounds). I think a fairy is a creature that fits my personality well since they are usually portrayed as kind, fragile, artistic, quiet beings. Moreover, I see myself as a prey-leaning switch in vore community, and, in my opinion, fairies are perfect for this role because they can do magic. Changing size and abilities of a body aren't big problems for them, and so - for me now!

As for my cat, her name is Zocya - she is as cute as she looks on the picture, though a little bit grumpy. Despite the latter, she is the most loved creature in the house!

If you have any questions about my sona or Zocya, I encourage you to ask them!

#my sona #vore sona #vore blog #magical sona #my cat #have an awesome day everyone!

[sillyromance]

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Good day, dear anonymous!

I sincerely apologize for my loooong silence! But, unfortunately, I couldn't answer earlier. I'm sure I've mentioned this topic in one of my previous posts. If you still want to know my attitude to it and/or you haven't read about it yet, I recommend you to search through them. Have a good time and stay happy for eternity!

#vore ask #thank you for asking! #sorry for a long pause #take care! #good luck

[sillyromance]

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Hello, dear brownhood69!

Thank you for the new ask! I'm really sorry that I haven't answered it before... However, I think I have mentioned this topic in one of my previous posts, so, if you haven't read it, you're welcome to do so!

Have a nice day and stay healthy!

#vore ask #thank you for asking! #sorry for the delay #take care of yourself

[sillyromance]

Good day everyone!

Recently I've been thinking about an idea of a prey entirely fusing with a pred after digestion but still possessing a mind of their own, though they don't even realise it. It's not about sentient fat or two spirits in one body... But an invisible presence of another life inside a pred, a wave of light energy, gentle tingling on their fingertips. The pred can't communicate with the prey since the latter has become literally one with them - their body and consciousness are absorbed by their friend's systems; however, as far as the little one is reformed, they can easily recall every movement the pred made before they have been separated. The prey's muscles remember tension which the pred experienced while going around the day: writing, drawing, cycling, cooking... Their eyes recreate landscapes, pictures and faces the pred saw; their nose and tongue keep the variety of scents and flavours their big partner smelled and tasted. Feelings, emotions, thoughts, dreams, heartbeat, breath - everything becomes a common property. It seems like the prey has been a source of that all, and still, they have been just a witness, just mute flesh and blood...

I know, this sounds a little bit one-sided 'cause the prey loses control over things. Nevertheless, in my opinion, such temporary merger would be a very curious thing to try.

#soft vore #extreme cuddling #safe vore #vore reformation #painless digestion #sfw vore #regeneration vore

[sillyromance]

Hello! I don’t know if you know this character well enough, but I’ll try my best. Can you please make some kind of scenario with G1 Sunstreaker?

Good day, dear anonymous!

I'm very sorry that completing this has taken so much time... But, finally, I've come up with an idea for the writing. Perhaps, it has turned out too fluffy...

Nevertheless, hope you enjoy!

Not alone.

- Y/n!

You turned – your eyes locked on the lemon-yellow frame of Sunstreaker. Your big autobot friend had just returned from the mission: his crimson brother was somewhere nearby too since you could hear his loud crispy voice; he was buzzing annoyingly like a big bug in a child's fist. Definitely, boasting again… If there was a battle, those two inevitably found themselves right in the middle of it – and none of the twins was shy to show off, talking about their victories and crazy adventures. Though, that time it seemed like one of the young heroes decided to spend some time with a little human instead…

- Hi, pal! How’s it goin’? – You tried to make your voice sound in the most optimistic way possible, though a careful listener would easily recognise you pretended.

- We’ve fried some ‘cons, obviously! You should have seen how their armor got covered with that appetizing crisp! – He went down on his knee, his blue optics looking attentively in your eyes. – A usual day, really… But I see there’s somethin’ wrong. Mind to tell me?

- It's nothing. Well... I don’t know. It’s not that important. – Your gaze avoided his, your hands going back and forth, rubbing your hips and leaving long white stripes on the jeans.

There were many other bots around. Optimus, Ironhide, First Aid… Of course, they were very compassionate and understanding - but you didn’t want to talk about your problems while it was so crowded. As for Sunny, you felt grateful for being cared about, especially if it was someone who usually cared about himself more than about anyone else… Still, such stuff were not for everyone to know…

There were many things going wrong in your life lately. It would be hard to count them all… However, it didn’t mean you would let yourself act like a baby and cry on a random shoulder – no matter fleshy or steely. The bots and people working with them had a lot of things to do. Decepticons never lost a chance to cause even a tiny trouble – though, honestly, usually it was a complete disaster. It was a war… There was no time for being weak. The world wouldn’t save itself.

Sunstreaker titled his helm on a side and smiled softly.

- I thought of a ride around the base… I wondered if you'd like to join me, huh? I doubt you will reject such a cool guy like me.

- Sure not, Sunny. – You couldn’t help but smirked teasingly at his charming behaviour. - Though, I’m afraid to burn down like those ‘cons. It’s getting kinda hot around here, haven't you noticed?

He laughed lightheartedly, you accompanied him. Then he turned into his vehicle mode. Getting in the car, you heard Wheeljack calling for you two:

- Hey, guys! Where are you going?

- Oh, doc! It's just a little ride!

- Don’t you remember, Streaker – you and Sideswipe are helping me in the lab this evenin’!

- Don’t worry, doc! You know, you can count on us!

- Yeah… I don't think so after the previous time I…

- Whatever, bye!

Before the inventor could say anything else, the Lamborghini drove off the place at full speed, heading to the exit.

Evening air was refreshing; it carried soothing scents of warm sand and wild flowers. Rubby-gold clouds swam in the peach sky; tired ochre sun was slightly touching the edge of the horizon. The bot was silent. It was a little bit surprising, though you was grateful. You didn’t want to chat at that moment.

Looking at the rocky, orange landscape, you sighed with satisfaction. That was exactly that you needed. Noisy and humid atmosphere of the base tired you up; Sunstreaker saw this perfectly at the very minute he spotted you on that corner. He knew you well enough. You two didn’t waste much time on long preludes at the first meeting and got along just fine. The more you hanged out together, the closer you became. So, you quickly reached the point when friends start reading each other’s minds.

He was enjoying your presence, your body lying conveniently on his cushy seats and your hands touching the steering wheel. Though you weren't a cybotronian, you were one of the most important souls in the world for him – after his beloved brother, of course. And your low spirit concerned him much. He really wanted to speak to you there and then, however, he saw it wasn’t a good moment. Well, you would be at your secret place soon anyways – there he would ask…

After one-two kilometers he slowed down and pulled over to the side road which soon made its way upwards a sloping hill. There were much more plants than before; slim and dry trunks of acacias surrounded you, throwing long lavender shades at the car and the passenger inside. Endless blue sea of the heavens was broken into pieces of rainbow glass with thin, blooming brunches. The bot stopped; you hopped out and ran forward to a long pink cliff looming behind the trees. Sunstreaker followed, already on his feet too.

The cliff was a good spot for relaxation. It was calm, quiet, peaceful; a colorful blooming plain and a small bunch of the trees created a beautiful, almost wild landscape. Everywhere you could see was a domain of prairie. Though, downwards, there was a small town in a valley; the streetlights always switched on pretty early, they looked like fireflies sitting on the ancient eastern carpet. At that moment they were shining too – tiny stars floating in the violet air. Tough stone was drowning in plants; yellow grass tickled your bare ankles. The grove on the left rustled softly in the coming twilights; wide waves were walking over the fields.

- So… Now, we are alone. – The bot began, looking at the transparent, smoky moon starting its way above the world. – Maybe, now could you tell me?

You shrugged your shoulders, then looked at your boots – a tiny ant was running around your foot helplessly. You took a long stalk and helped the insect down on the ground.

- I don’t know. It’s… a lot.

The bot chuckled.

- I’m all audio sensors.

- Since when have you become so thoughtful, buddy?

- Since I’ve known you!

- Really? Ok, ok…

You were talking till the sun sat and the sky got covered in its cute glittering freckles. The wind rose; it was already chilly, almost cold. Thin summer shirt wasn’t able to protect you from the cooling night weather. You rubbed your forearms, trying to regain warmth; Sunstreaker glanced at your shivering figure, worried.

- Are you cold, little one? – He asked.

- Yeah… A bit. I think, it would be better for us to return.

- Agreed… - He responded, transforming…

At base everyone had been sleeping when you came. Trying not to wake the comrades up (especially, Wheeljack), you sneaked inside and turned into one of the corridors, heading to your quarters.

- Are you sure you’ll be all right on your own? – Your friend kneeled and let you climb on his large flat palm. His optics were gleaming softly in the darkness.

- Are there any other options? – You smiled.

- Well… - His voice became shaky. – I could… take you with me…

- It would be uncomfortable for both of us, don’t you think?

He thought for a minute or two, then turned to you, expression of his faceplate showing a mix of hope and... embarrassment?!

- Actually, I have an idea… But I don’t know if you…

- Just say it out loud, boy.

He took a deep “breath”, stabilizing his systems.

- I could… I could put you in my fuel tank. So, you would be safe while sleeping and… not alone as well.

You heart skipped a beat.

- Wait, wait, wait… But transformers’ fueltanks work in the same way human stomachs do, don’t they?

- Still, we can’t process organic materials, remember?

He had a point. You exhaled.

- Right… Nevertheless, it sounds so crazy…

- I understand. So... It’s your choice.

You rubbed your chin, considering the offer. On one hand, you were about to be swallowed(!) alive by a metal titan and spend a whole night inside him without any guaranties that something wouldn’t go wrong. But at the same time, he was your best friend; you could trust him. After all, that all was just a matter of trust.

You met his gaze once again - the bot waited for your decision, though you could see the flames of impatience jumping in his optics.

- I… I don’t mind. I know you won’t hurt me.

You could tell he was happy to hear that; tension released the bot’s figure, he grinned joyfully like a big cat.

- Wow! Thank you, Y/N! I swear it's gonna be the best experience possible for you!

- Fine, big guy! Let’s get it over with…

He opened the door of the room he and his brother were sharing. Sideswipe was snoring peacefully on his berth; he didn’t notice neither of you and didn’t hear how Sunstreaker closed the door and lied on his own bed.

- Shhhh… - He whispered as he saw you trying to say something. – He won’t bother us. Sides won’t open his optics even if the skies crack on two.

You giggled. But the bot’s faceplate suddenly went sober.

- Are you still sure?

You nodded confidently.

- Perfect… If anything scares you, just call for me - I'll stop and let you out. Don’t be shy, Ok?

- Ok.

- Good… Now, please, hold still…

His grip tightened a little as you were lifted to his opening mouth. Your feet were laid on something wet and warm – it wrapped around them, coating you in heavy, slick slime. Tingles ran down your spine as you realized it was his glossa tasting you, and the slime was the drool coaxing your limbs, preparing you for… for the way down. Sunstreaker’s throat produced a silent moan of pleasure – it seemed he liked your flavor! Huh… You couldn’t help but blushed, thinking about you being such a tasty tiny candy.

Meanwhile, the bot very gently pushed you further, to the pharynx. Your hands finally met with the pulsing, smooth tongue which leaned to them eagerly, then slipped behind you back. The servo loosened up; now you were in the bot’s mouth entirely, being held by his long, plushie glossa. Misty, hot air filled your lungs; it was too dark to see, but you could feel your toes wriggling in the open space – the awaiting entrance of the esophagus. Streams of oily saliva vanished in that black hole with loud, delicious sounds of gulps. At first, they frightened you; instinctively, you grabbed the flesh of your improvised bed and made an attempt to crawl away from the danger. However, the very minute you did that, the swallows faded. Sunstreacker froze still, granting you a chance to stop – undoubtedly, it would disappoint him, but he didn’t want to startle his human friend. You took a big breath and forced yourself to calm down. There was nothing that would mean harm to you. The mech wouldn’t hurt you - he loved you! You went through so many things together – undeniably, he was reckless sometimes, but he wouldn’t do anything that would lead to death of those he valued the most.

Hesitantly, you patted the glossa – it licked your cheek playfully, comforting, then bend over, letting you slide back to the throat. Powerful metal muscles contracted around your ankles and tugged you in the comforting embrace of the esophagus.

Trembling, the bot outlined a small round bulge on his neck with his digit as you were fully pulled inside his throat. He swallowed hard, yet carefully, sending your warm, fragile body further down his huge tough body. The mech could still sense you wriggle, moving deeper and deeper inside beneath his chest plates. Some more slow seconds – and you arrived at your destination, being dropped into whining chamber of the alien “stomach”, making a nice little bulge on Sunstreaker’s abdomen.

His servo leisurely traced your path and stayed on the lump, massaging it slightly. Inside, it was gurgly and wet, but cozily warm and soft. You felt your friend’s indecisive caresses and pressed your hand against a thick grey wall permeated with long thin energon cables from the bottom to the top.

- How are you, Y/N? Is it OK?

- Yes, Sunny, it is. Don’t worry so much! You did great, by the way…

- Oh… That’s good to hear, I guess… You too.

- Thanks…

It was awkward to have a conversation in that position, so neither of you said a word anymore. You rested against the plump bumps of the fueltank rubbing at you lovingly; soothing quiet sparkbeat and dim light coming from the walls as well as gentle growling sounds and warmth made its work – your eyelids soon grew heavy, you yawned and snuggled into the squishy metal.

- Sweet dreams, Sunny.

The bot curled up around you, hugging his growling, full middle.

- Same for you, dear.

#extreme cuddling #soft vore #safe vore #transformers vore #transvoremers #willing pred #willing prey #g/t vore #g1 vore #sunstreaker vore #vore fluff #sfw vore