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Hello! If you still got slots for requests, may I ask for some soft vore with Earthspark Bumblebee? Hope that’s okay!

It is absolutely okay anon! Earthspark Bumblebee...whatta guy. Personally, he's one of my favorite Bee incarnations, so I really enjoyed writing this. Thanks for the request! Feedback is always appreciated! :D

I wanted to make the reader androgynous when it comes to the environment Earthspark takes place in for the sake of all of you who are imagining yourselves into the story. Just assume you live on the Malto property alongside Bumblebee to help train the Terrans and kids if you wish.

Warmth In Raindrops

Pairing: Earthspark Bumblebee x Human Reader

Warning: This story contains soft vore. If this is something that makes you uncomfortable, then please do not read this story.

Word Count: 1661

You can’t sleep.

  The thunder outside keeps you awake. With every crashing boom, you feel like there are a million trash cans toppling over outside, ringing painfully and causing your eardrums to ache. You shiver, drawing the covers over your head, your body curled up into a ball as you shrink back against your mattress. Lightning flashes through the window blinds. You feel like you are trapped within a haunted mansion despite being in your own bedroom.

  You can’t sleep like this, and if the storm continues at this ferocity, you won’t be earning a wink all night.

  More thunder. A whimper escapes your lips, and you squeeze your eyelids shut so tightly they hurt. You can feel the fatigue weighing you down, all the way from your bones to your brain. It’s quite pathetic to find yourself in this state. Childhood is long behind you; thunder is not something you should fear anymore. Yet, you’ve never managed to get over that instinctive dislike for loud sounds. And so here you are, with no way to escape the anger from the skies above, forced to tremble before their booming might.

  You don’t want to be alone.

  Slowly, you sit up and push the covers off of you. Each careful step you take through the house is illuminated by the lightning and shaken by the heavy drumming of raindrops. You have to dress yourself for the weather before you go outside. Your coat and boots do little to ward off the deluge, and as soon as you walk out the front door, you are soaked. Anxiety is quickly overcome by frustration. You run for the large red barn that sits a little ways off from the house, mud and water splashing in your wake as you keep your hood over your head. The comforting farm scents of hay and horse bring peace to your agonized mind when you slip through the doors and into the darkness.

  There are no animals, not right now. In the far corner of the barn, you see a hulking mass spread out on its back. It is big; bigger than anything else in the barn, the giant robot who is currently taking up residence here is fast asleep. You peel off your coat and boots, throwing them to the side before tiptoeing over to the black-and-yellow mech. Bumblebee is huge, even when he is laying down like this, but you feel no fear when you approach the recharging bot. He’s proven himself time and time again that he would never hurt you

“Bee,” you hiss.

Bumblebee snores.

  You sigh. “Bee.” You shake his arm lightly. “Bee, wake up.”

  He snorts and sits up sharply, optics flickering open with a start. “Huh? Wha…?” His gaze lands on you. “Oh. Y/N. What-what time is it?”

  “It’s midnight,” you reply.

  “Midnight?” He stretches his arms over his head and yawns like a big cat, large incisors on full display while blue light momentarily radiates from his mouth. “Why aren’t you in bed?”

  You look down at your feet and shrug, mumbling out a halfhearted answer that doesn’t form into proper words. He takes the sight of you in and softens.

  “Can’t sleep?” he whispers.

  You shake your head and hug yourself tightly. Bumblebee smiles sympathetically and rolls onto his side, opening his arms wide. “Come here.”

  You don’t need any more convincing. He laughs softly when you practically fling yourself into him. He curls himself around you, hugging you tight to his chassis. “Clingy tonight, aren’t we?”

  “Mm, shut up.” You slap him lightly. He laughs and coos, nuzzling his nose into your hair. “Cute little one,” he murmurs.

  More thunder causes you to stiffen. He notices and chuffs questioningly. “What’s wrong?” he asks.

  You tilt your head up to look at him. The glow of his optics is calm, his expression one of soft concern. It’s a bit embarrassing for you, a grown adult, to admit the answer, but the look he’s giving you silently implores you to trust him. You can tell him anything. He won’t judge.

“The thunder,” you reply.

  Bumblebee blinks. “Is it scaring you?”

  You bite your bottom lip and nod, lowering your head to sheepishly hide your reddening cheeks in your arms. The mech’s voice drops to a whisper. “Hey.” He dips his index digit under your chin and tips your head back up to meet his gaze. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I get it, I do.” He rubs his thumb up and down your thigh in a soothing manner and speaks with a honey-sweet tone. “Do you want to go inside?”

  You perk up a little. “You-you mean it?”

  “I wouldn’t have offered it if I didn’t,” he chuckles. “I know how sensitive your ears are to loud noises, and even though I can be quite…noisy…” He presses his a servo over his midsection, and you can hear an eager growl echo up from beneath his plating. “I know you would rather listen to me than the thunder. So c’mon.” He opens his intake, casting you in the cyan glow of his biolights. “You want in?”

  You hesitate, casting an uneasy look into the massive robotic mouth that’s so, so close to you. Warm air that carries the slight scent of gasoline wafts around you, beckoning you forward with hypnotic warmth. You’ve never allowed yourself to be…eaten by a Cybertronian before. You are aware of their capabilities, of how they can swallow a human down into their tank. You wouldn’t be digested. You’d be…warm…

  Bumblebee senses your nervousness and tries to soothe you with low purrs. He bumps his nose against you again. “There’s nothing to be afraid of,” he murmurs. “You’ll be safe. I promise, I’ll always keep you safe.”

  You inhale shakily. Warmth. Safety. You’ll take both over the thunder. So you sit up and reach your arms forward to carefully press your hands against his tongue.

  It’s soft, squishy. It doesn’t have a fleshy feeling to it, but rather its texture is like silicone, allowing you to sink into it with little resistance. Bumblebee looks down at you with a twinkle in his eye. Slowly, he shifts your hands to the side by curling his tongue up to taste them. The sensation of it rolling underneath your palms causes you to giggle. “T-That tickles.”

  “Does it? Sorry. You just…you taste really good.”

  “I…I do?”

  “Yes.” He presses his tongue up against your palms with more force. “I can definitely see myself craving you.”

  You giggle again. “I don’t know whether to be flattered or disgusted.”

  “Ehh, maybe both.” He laughs. “But I’d prefer the former over the latter.”

  He nudges you forward. You comply and allow him to guide you into his mouth. Climbing over giant teeth, you flop forward, biolight washing over you as you peer down his throat. He lifts his tongue to slide you further in. He’s patient with this; there’s no hunger in the way he draws you in, no sense of urgency or possessiveness. He lets you go at your own pace, and only when you are completely inside does he close his mouth. The sound of the thunder is barely audible now. You nestle in and close your eyes, soaking in the heat, content to remain like this for the rest of the night.

  Bumblebee hums. His tongue rises only a little, and you inch closer to his throat. Though he doesn’t gulp you down, from the way saliva is practically dripping from every surface of his mouth right now, you can tell he desperately wishes to swallow you. Not wanting to torture him any longer, you give him the all clear. “It’s okay, Bee. I’m ready.”

  Another hum is what you get for a response. He gives one last little lick to your face before he swallows.

  It’s a slow journey down. You close your eyes and let his esophagus carry you further into his body. All around you is the sound of his purrs. When you finally do slip into his fuel tank and sink into the thick, squishy cables that close in to hug you close, you feel such an intense level of comfort that it makes you want to beg him to keep you in here forever.

  “Y/N?” Bumblebee whispers for you. “Are you alright? Can you hear me?”

  “Mm.” You make a soft, relaxed noise. “M’ okay, Bee. I can hear you.”

  “Is it alright in there?” he asks. “Are you warm? Can you see?”

  “Bee, trust me, I’m fine. I’m very warm and I feel very happy.” You lay flat on your back and stare up at the tank’s “ceiling.” All around you, his biolights shine. It’s like a light show that feels so good to look at. “I don’t know why we haven’t done this before.”

  “I didn’t think you’d want to do it,” he says. “I haven’t done this with a human in…oh gosh, I want to say years, but it's probably been a decade.” The tank walls squeeze you in one big bear hug…or, bot hug, you think humorously to yourself. “But I’m glad I could do it again with you.”

  You smile and close your eyes. “You are such a sap.”

  “What can I say?” He squeezes you again. “I’m always a sap for you, little one.”

  You murmur incomprehensible noises and turn onto your stomach, squirming with a flustered feeling rising within you as your cheeks turn red. Bumblebee coos and cuddles you, wrapping his arms around his midsection to hold you tightly within. You say nothing else, and yet, you know you don’t have to. He understands. He always does.

  There is no thunder here. Only gurgles and purrs and his sparkbeat. You find yourself slipping off into sleep before you know it. Your rest is deep and undisturbed. It’s safe here. You are safe here. With him surrounding you, protecting you, there is no reason to remain awake.

I love this trip so fucking much it makes me wanna sqeeell

God I need to see more alien abduction fics where a human is taken by aliens to be studied but not in a weird way but in a “We honestly just think humans are really fascinating and we want to understand your species” way and the human is absolutely TERRIFIED and the aliens don’t want them to be and it’s just a constant give and take of the human and the small group of aliens studying them of gradual trust-building through scenarios of hurt and comfort.

Bonus points if it’s g/t. Bonus bonus points if it’s Transformers. God I just. I just love hurt/comfort fics so so much. Mayhaps I write a series based on this?

I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:

IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.

1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.

2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.

3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”

4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”

5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.

TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.

Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.

Hey I need some help finding a fic ? It’s a Peter Parker fanfic, I read it a while ago and I can’t remember the name now? So Peter gets put into foster care and they put him into a boys home? But it’s in a church kinda and so he lives their and they are super strict and stuff and so he gets on the computer and hacks into Tony’s network just to show how them how to hack and Tony notices tracks them down and gets all the kids , and then he later on discovers that they where being sexually abused? Anyways pls help me find this fic it’s been nagiing me for day

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“Like a Moth to a Flame”

“He knew that he was in way over his head the moment he began to form feelings for a human.”

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Word count: 16,002 and counting

Tags: all characters are depicted and written as adults, all characters are adults, Cannon Typical Violence, alternate universe - AU, Freeform writing, no beta we die like men, Sebastian is still the canonical asshole we all know and love, Infatuation, Stalking, Unhealthy Behavior, one-sided romance, mild powerplay (?), clear power imbalance, Unhealthy Obsession, Reade is a Prisoner (ex-convict) for a reason, Reader is mute, Reader uses sign language to communicate, Reader is gender neutral, Reader's pronouns are THEY/THEM and YOU/YOUR

Chapters: 20/20 and updating

Status: COMPLETED

Chapter 1: All eyes on You

You take a pause, catching your breath for a moment as weary glances are casted over your shoulder.

‘Safe… for now, at least.’ You think to yourself, thankful to have survived yet another encounter with the colossal angler fish entity. Hell awaits you further still and you know that death will not find you in that beast's maw.

For the time being.

Barely out of sight, a pair of iridescent sapphire eyes watch your every move.

You’re hunched over, hands resting on your knees as you seemingly cough and wheeze in an attempt to bring back the oxygen you had lost from running away from certain death. The diving gear attached to your body makes the endeavor all the more tasking as you attempt to stand up, straightening your back in a meager attempt at some sort of relief from all the extra added weight. Your lungs feel as though they’ve been lit on fire.

‘Like a moth to a flame…’ the voice in his mind cooed, ‘eh, Sebastian?’

It seemed to mock him as he continued to stare at you.

‘It’s… not like that...’ he tries to assure himself as he eyes you, his gaze dancing on your form. You’re doing better now, having finally caught your breath, you steele yourself and push forward.

As eyes continue to follow you, you descend to a lower portion of the room you’re currently in as the door which now rests behind you, had been blocked by fallen rubble. As you descend with use of a large metal staircase, movement catches the corner of your eye and you turn your head- half expecting to witness yet another mons..tro…sity…

Your gaze is met with two seemingly glowing orbs in return. It takes you a brief moment, thanks to the murky water that lies just beyond the blast proof glass separating you and the water, but you take notice that the ‘orbs’ belong to what look like a face. One that is currently staring right back at you.

You feel a chill run down your spine, however despite this, you refuse to move, as does the uninvited guest.

With gazes held, you analyze what you’re seeing, and you can only catch a rough glimpse of what appears to be looking back at you. You make note of the large almost serpentine-esque body of which the eyes belong to, however, their glow isn’t nearly enough to make out the rest of the creature’s facial features let alone the rest of its body.

As you stand there, locked in each other's gaze, terrified of what’s to come should you pry your eyes off one another. A familiar sound greets your ears.

Were it not for the ungodly screams quickly closing in, you likely wouldn’t have bolted to the nearest locker, finally tearing your gaze away from your newest discovery.

Taking this as an indication that he should not only move along, but that he has also overstayed his welcome, Sebastian takes his leave.

As he makes his way back, a part of him can’t seem to let go of the face of the human who’d caught his eye.

He chuckles to himself, a smile spreading on his lips.

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Chapter 2: One on One

The sound of encroaching footsteps catches his attention, making his fins twitch at the sound as he swivels around in the compacted room to the best of his abilities. Reaching down towards the air vent shaft, he props the cover open with a long stick.

“Psst!” He calls, you whip your head towards the source and notice the now open vent. Cautiously you approach.

“In here!” his voice calls once more, inviting you towards him.

Though you're rightfully riddled with anxiety due to your recent encounters with the other residents of Hadal Blacksite, something inside you tells you that it's okay to trust the mysterious voice. Steeling yourself, you take one last anxious look at your surroundings before sighing and heading inside.

When you finally make it to the other side, you frown as you look around in the dark, it's quite hard to make out anything that's around you. That is until a brilliant yellow light turns on beside you.

As warm light floods the rather cramped room, your eyes finally make contact with the one who had coaxed you inside.

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