#pussy vore

[mychlapci]

https://www.tumblr.com/mychlapci/767597320417230848/cogless-d-16-stuffed-inside-megatronus-pussy?source=share

Oughhhhhh,,,,, idc if the centipedes come out of this somehow I just need to do something about this

Megatronus feels so awful about the poor bitty he found outside, lost and confused and with a gaping hole in his chest. The little one was going on about time travel and mining, clearly he was delusional from being separated from his family. His gift from Primus was so small, clearly he was too new to be away from a mentor or carrier to provide him any milk. D-16 is put on a strict routine of feeding at least 6 times a day. He's so confused on how he even got into this situation, but when his hero is cradling him in his arms and letting him drink the sweetest most comforting energon he's ever had and telling him how loved he was, he was not going to question it. He had a big cozy berth all to himself in Megatronus' chambers, the primes all seem endeared by him, and there was no hard labor to be done. Dee could enjoy the nice luxury life they always promised a retired miner after all their hard work.

While D-16 rested, the primes would talk about him. In particular, Alpha Trion was concerned that Megatronus' little mech still wasn't growing after finding him cycles ago. He clearly wasn't a minibot but he was still so small, and that's not even to mention the elephant in the room of his missing cog. Whatever animal ripped the cog out of a defenseless sparkling should be facing the worst punishment they could offer, but Dee is always insistent he was made like that. Megatronus says that if he just keeps D-16 on track with feeding he'll show more signs of recovery, but Solus offers him a better idea on how to get little D-16 what he really needs. Megatronus retired to his chamber after their meeting with much on his mind about his sparkling.

The primes met in the morning for council, noticing Megatronus still hadn't arrived. Normally Dee would at least be up and about earlier than even the primes themselves, but it didn't look like either had left Megatronus' room. Either he heard them gossiping or he had perfect timing, Megatronus rounded the corner slowly and announced his presence with an apology for being late. His servos were holding up his giant belly, and the biggest prime seemed to be slow on his feet. Solus was fast to pick up on Megatronus' condition and rushed to support her dear prime.

The two had made it back to the prime council meeting, Megatronus having to keep his chair pulled out further to make room for his active belly. The primes didn't know where to start with addressing Megatronus, except for Solus, who knew exactly what had happened. She smiled and kept a hand on Megatronus' belly, feeling the small movements and shifts inside his forge. Megatronus had done exactly as she suggested, and it already seemed to be having a positive effect.

Micronus' theory that D-16 was just an ordinary minibot didn't hold up when his frame was inspected, which led to Solus' pitch that D-16 was an early emerger. Very early emerging in fact that the little one was so excited to meet the world that his transformation cog hadn't fully developed. There wasn't much any normal mech could do if a mech pulled themself from a hot spot early. It was very rare and the bot typically wouldn't make it, but clearly their little D-16 was a survivor. It explained his confusion and his insistence he was born cogless, it was the only thing that filled every gap. Yes, no ordinary mech could fix Dee's stunted growth, but a prime could work a miracle. If D-16 was re-entered into a Prime's forge, he could finish his development like he was supposed to so he could finally start growing. It was just what Megatronus had done the night before. While D-16 was still sleepy and calm, Megatronus forced him up his valve and into his active forge. In just a few megacycles Megatronus would be able to safely deliver his sparkling again to be perfectly healthy, at least if Solus was correct.

And of course, come to find out after much time, Solus Prime was right as usual. Zeta Prime and Alpha Trion had held Megatronus' servos as he grunted and huffed out hard ventilations. Quintus was holding his legs open while Solus coaxed the helm out of Megatronus' valve. Clearly her plan worked, D-16 felt so much bigger coming out than going in. Megatronus squeezed his closest friend's servos, feeling like his valve was going to split in two around his bitty's helm. Alchemist and Solus encouraged him as they sat at his legs, but he couldn't very much see them over his bump. He let out a strained whine as Solus played with his anterior node, trying to get more lubricant in his valve and encouraging an overload to help combat some of the pain signals charging through him. Things moved faster once Megatronus overloaded, Dee's helm had fully emerged and his chunky shoulders were squeezing their way out of Megatronus. The typically strong and quiet prime cried out as he was stretched, his sparkling felt too big to even be coming out of him. He pushed hard, he just wanted it over with so he could have his bitty in his arms. It took another several hours until finally, Solus held Megatronus' fully emerged sparkling.

She handed him off to Megatronus, and he instinctively held his little one to his chest. D-16 lost his dark greys and was a bright and shiny silver. His red accents seemed brighter, and he had a hard panel covering where the hole once was in his chest. Megatronus opened it carefully, and felt his spark flutter as he stared at D-16's new transformation cog. Everything was perfect and his little one was finally healthy. His chest panels popped open to feed his new spark, and he cradled Dee just as he had before. His mechling had been reborn from his sickly state and was now the proper offspring of a prime, his dear little Megatron, who all the primes would love and care for together -🌱

aaaaaah god i thought i lost this, somehow. could not find this to save my damn life. god yes. this is how time travel shenanigans are to be used. poor D16, he just wouldn’t grow no matter how much milk Megatronus fed him :( poor thing, torn from the hot spot too early, confused and lost. a grown mech shouldn’t spent the rest of their life without a t-cog, it’s cruel.

hgrhh D16 is so small, though... Megatronus would only have a small bump at the start, constantly stroking his growing belly until his baby is born again. to D16, he simply went to sleep one night, had a very warm, hot dream, then woke up wet and cogged, cradled to Megatronus’ full chest...

[valve3nthusiast]

https://www.tumblr.com/valve3nthusiast/763696287679922176/i-love-it-when-something-is-just-like-living

This is actually how I imagine Bayverse Soundwave's Casseticons work

They just live in his pussy until it's Go Time

I don't know anything about bayverse Soundwave (other than that he was a satellite at one point I think?) but I fucking love the idea of Soundwave's cassettes living in his pussy

Cassettes having to crawl and squirm all the way through his valve to their docking stations... the real reason they keep giving Soundwave childbearing hips in new continuities is because he has to birth out all of his cassettes constantly

Soundwave's tiny terrors don't care about entering their dock in public, so sometimes in the middle of a briefing, or in the mess hall, or really anywhere, Soundwave spreads his legs and lets his cassette into his pussy in front of any number of random Decepticons

This may excite a few of them into trying their luck, but none them ever manage to succeed. If they did, they would quickly find that if their spike goes too deep, a very angry sharp beak or toothy maw will start to bite. The cassettes don't want any nasty transfluid getting in their docks >:(

Of course, the cassettes will make up for the dry spell by playing with the ceiling nodes in the back of his valve... when they feel like it...

Let's just say that it's a good thing Soundwave has a built-in poker face >:)

[puppysdummyaccount]

original got fIagged so here's a reupload with a couple filters on it!

another oldie from 2020!

uncensored: [part 1] [part 2] [part 3]

[vaniIIa alt]

[voreporn]

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[the-sussy-imposter2]

I thought Will would like messing with louise sometimes. Louise doesnt seem to like his sense of humor, though.

(Characters are will and louise from @peachnewt 's story, getting in deep !!)

[mychlapci]

optimus hobbles back to the warehouse sometimes on slightly bent legs smelling like pussy and ratchet just knows what their leader was doing with the enemy… such a shameful autobot, he likes hearing megatron’s muffled scorn about his perversion while he’s fully inside him…………

ouh god he smells like PUSSY. drenched head to toe in PUSSY Juice. Optimus loves it when Megatron shoves him into his huge valve and ridicules him for his hard little spike. he gets so dizzy inside of Megatron's warm, wet body that he almost forgets he's anything but a living sex toy for his huge evil wife. And he literally can't properly wash the pussy smell off of himself, either. always has something to remind him of Megatron, wherever he goes. bad, perverted autobot.

[valve3nthusiast]

What if the Magnus armor's valve was an emergency entrance and exit that Minimus could climb through in irreducible form?

[bichambered-reservoir]

guess who discovered they don't rock with 90% of their art!!!!! this isn't even a vent post, i wouldn't post vents, this is a ramble and an unnecessary announcement that i will be posting more, and posting cringe.

A lot of the art i post on there, i will not deny, it was extremely fun to make. i will not doubt that for a Moment. I have created so much neon, eyebleeding D,J,M,M v,ore paraphernalia and knowing the amount i have ruthlessly inflicted upon the world brings me much joy. However: i have realized that most of these do nothing for me.

How is it that with all this D,J,M,M v,ore, barely any of it feeds the purple, glowing, gaping maw in my soul? . I've just been making shit for this blog because i need to draw d,j,m,m v,ore to maintain my internal reputation of d,j,m,m v,ore guy. I think it looks good, but that's not the point, the point was making my heart flutter and i have FAILED. It's probably why I've only been posting like, once a month now. (that and bc of h,omo mousike)

Comet and Fritz are back on my mind with their weird explicitly v,orey bullshit along with them, and I am going to draw it. It's going to be dimly lit, neon-colored, and be about the exact same thing like I'm a broken record and only i will like it

[iowaisms]

Just to warn everyone, we are going to be MASSIVELY INSUFFERABLE when Fakin' It All Night Long comes out, solely because our favorite white woman (Cookie Masterson) is in it

[primordialwhale]

ooo 35-40 for spotify wrapped 🥰

35

Turns out I'm living in a horror film Where I'm both the killer and the final girl So who, who are you?

36

I won't atone for debts I paid for in full Hang up my shame on display for you (for you) I'm not the same, and you don't get to decide Who gets replaced, who gets to live and to die

37

'Cause I know if you could switch this You'd be dishing out the same shit Saying sorry, but I don't feel bad

38

Bling-bling, you look so good underneath me Floss my teeth with your G-string Bling-bling, gettin' fucked in every time zone G-string, yeah, the whole pussy rhinestoned

39

Will we remain stuck in the throat of gods? Will the pain stop if we go deeper?

40

Can't say I'm mad, this is entertainment But I want what they have, and I'm gonna take it And I'm so sorry if I'm cynical, my water's full of chemicals I don't know what I'm made of anymore

[eleemosynecdoche]

OK, reading some good Laird Barron horror stories that frolic merrily at the edges of bimbofication and vore is fixing me.

[cacaitos]

testament to things that could've been solved with a handjob.

[mychlapci]

Alright apologies my liege this is just sending a whole fanfic in the ask box but the centipede has given me the power to write pussy vore, glory to the kingdom or whatever

After a long long day on duty, Minimus finally makes it back to his hab with a stack of datapads in his arms ready to start his post-work work. It was a hard and mostly thankless job, but it had to be done by someone, and thankfully to Minimus, the one person who did thank him for his dedication was sprawled out in their berth with his modestly playing already removed. Minimus glanced at Megatron as he set his datapads down before he turned his head once again to take a full look at his conjunx. That's right, he thought, he and Megatron did plan on interfacing after Minimus' late shift. It was even on Minimus' schedule.

All the commotion reigning in dumb scuffles and listening to Rodimus talk his audials off had Minimus totally blank on his plans. It feels bad to let down Megatron and it feels even worse to deny himself his own needs, but Minimus promises Megatron he would make everything up to Megatron the next evening, but now he was falling behind on his reports and needed a little peace and quiet. Megatron is disappointed of course, but he knows Minimus would never let his duties slip. He's a big mech though, a big mech with high charge. He can entertain himself without Minimus.

Heavy venting is what finally made Minimus turn away from his stack of datapads. He could tune out the, squelching noises of lubricant and the quiet creaks of the berth, but Megatron's breathy restrained moans as he slipped a fat fake spike up his valve made Minimus need to turn. He watched Megatron, already feeling his spike slamming into his modestly panel. Primus, he wanted to be in that spike's place so badly. A quick break wouldn't exactly kill him, it wasn't like Rodimus would even read his daily reports until he was a month behind on them. He couldn't even focus with how overcharged his body was after all, he just needed some time to work through it.

Minimus hops up onto the berth, feeling Megatron's optics on him. Megatron allows Minimus to pull the toy from his valve and set it aside, he wouldn't need it when he finally had the real thing's attention. Minimus' panels were popped open, freeing his hard spike finally. He was on his knees infront of Megatron's much larger array, licking and kissing his glowing anterior node before taking the thing into his mouth. Megatron groaned at that, he could only imagine the sight of Minimus' jaw stretching around the node that nearly fills his mouth. The determination of his minibot lover would always bring Megatron's arousal to another level. He threw his head back and rested a heavy servo on Minimus' back, pressing the minibot into his soaked valve and feeling Minimus blindly thrust his little spike into him.

Minimus was getting coated in Megatron's transfluid, which made it much easier to rut into that soft valve and slip his digits in. He was still busy with lapping the fluid off his conjunx's node when he felt Megatron pushing him once again. Whatever Megatron was doing, and Minimus knew he was up to something when he could hear his t-cog click distantly and feel Megatron shift his mass slightly bigger, Minimus was very on board with. Something was pressing on the back of his helm, making him slip away from Megatron's node and into his plush valve lips. Minimus attempted to catch himself, but Megatron just continued to push him deeper until he had the minibot's upper body fully inserted in his valve.

Minimus squirmed as much as he could in the tight valve channel, which only pushed him deeper into his lover. Megatron's greedy calipers were massaging Minimus' body as his internals tried to pull the minibot deeper inside. Megatron was helping from the outside, pushing Minimus in deeper by the pedes as he continued to leak lubricant onto his small body. He was finally feeling some resistance when his ceiling node was brushed against, causing a full frame shiver. Minimus was drowning in that wet heat and he felt like he never wanted to resurface. With no one to see him act so crudely, Minimus thrust wildly into Megatron's walls, grinding his spike into his conjunx valve deeper than he could ever reach on his own. His helm was pressed into Megatron's ceiling node, letting the captain feel all the wild thrashing from his active little toy.

Caught up in his own overload, Minimus did not see the small port of Megatron's gestation chamber opening. His forge was like a stalking predator, waiting for Minimus to get close enough to be caught. A shift, a reshuffle of his position, and he was caught. Minimus' helm had pushed back in the dark and somehow fell further into Megatron's internals. Listening hard, he could only hear his conjunx's cries of approval as his valve spasmed on Minimus' little body, so clearly whatever he had found was not going to hurt his mate by delving deeper. Minimus wiggled his way into that tighter port, into an even hotter and tighter chamber than Megatron's valve.

Deep inside Megatron could feel Minimus squirming his way into his forge, and it had pushed him over the edge of overload. He wanted his conjunx as deep inside of him as he could be, all his for all eternity where no one could take him from him. It was a horribly selfish desire that Megatron could feel guilty over when he wasn't overloading his processor out, but caught up in the heat of the moment, he would have his dream be a reality for a moment. He reached blindly for the toy Minimus had taken from him earlier, and once found he popped it up his slick loose valve. In his bigger form, meant for keeping his lover from being crushed, the toy had felt smaller in comparison. It would do the job Megatron had meant it for though, he could feel the thing make contact with something that had seemed to move against the tip. He had hit Minimus' twitching pedes with the toy, giving the minibot a slight push further through his gestation seal.

Once Megatron had found his target, he fucked himself hard with the spike, aiming to keep pushing his conjunx deeper into his forge as he did so. Minimus' hips were just slipping past the tight opening, giving a delicious squeeze to his spike. He frotted into the port, pushing him deeper into the chamber faster. Just as Minimus overloaded, his hips had popped into the forge with the rest of his body, shooting transfluid directly into Megatron's gestation chamber. His legs followed him into the wet channel easily, allowing Minimus to finally curl up in his lover's forge.

Megatron laid in the afterglow of a frame racking overload with a large servo rested on the small bump of his abdomen where his conjunx was. The fake spike had slipped out of him the second Megatron let it go, being flushed out by the still coming gushes to transfluid. As he was still in the high of a good overload, he received a ping on his private comms.

:I do not know exactly what we have just done, but I would like to make this a frequent activity:

A very Minimus way to ask to indulge in a kink, it made Megatron smile. He sent a message back, more to check in than out of any urgency to let his mate go.

:Are you enjoying it in there?:

:In the way of my interface needs? Immensely. It's rather comfortable actually, to speak outside of arousal:

:Is that so?:

:Yes. It's very warm, and quiet too. If you've been trying to speak to me, then I am sorry I missed it. Everything is drowned out over the sounds of your internals, which-:

:Which?:

:Which is making my interface protocols want to reengage. My apologies:

:Do not apologize for my frame bringing you satisfaction, my dear. I'm glad to hear you get as much out of this as I do:

:If you would allow it, could I stay inside a while longer?:

:Of course minimus:

After sending his message, Megatron was struck with an idea.

Getting one of Minimus' tiny datapads in his valve was like putting the pen of his own datapad inside himself. It was small, so to say, and Megatron could insert it into his large frame easily. Using his fake spike, he pushed the datapad further into his valve then his digits could reach until the thing was knocking into the already worked opening of his forge. He knew his idea had gone as he meant it to when he received another message.

:I need a very good reason to not come out right now to punish you for putting sensitive files in your array:

:My forge is quiet and secluded, no one will be bothering you while you work and I can entertain myself plenty:

Megatron was already rubbing his anterior node at the thought of his little conjunx happy and safe inside his gestation chamber, all his and his alone. The comm back was essentially permission for Megatron to commit to his plans.

:Thank you Captain, I understand. I may need a while then to continue my reports.:

:Feel free to stay as long as you need:

Megatron lazily thrust the toy back up his valve as he messaged Minimus. He was free to frag himself stupid while his conjunx worked away. If Minimus was ever taking more breaks to overload into his partner's forge, than Megatron didn't have to know. Of course he did know though, and the idea alone had Megatron's valve squeezing the toy harder. -🌱

ARGH i just keep rereading this, it's so damn good... Megatron's big, stretchy womb is the perfect office for Minimus, so warm and quiet and the horniness keeps him alert. When it starts making him dizzy, he simply jerks off to take the edge off, and continues working...

hrghh what if he got Megatron pregnant like this... usually his transfluid doesn't reach that far up Megatron's valve and even they're getting up to the usual pussy vore shenanigans, he doesn't produce enough to really knock him up... but after hours and hours of cumming directly all over his forge, there's bound to be a spark...

[tuxxydo]

watched jason x again.

[keaghasablog]

Y'all seen my Vore Bird guy yet?

[hypnagogics]

is this vore? /hj. hi. im gonna squeet. and dunk my head into ice water digital footprint pls forgive me. may have wrote this with one hand IM JOKING. this is just somethin quick because i need to get it out of my system ok.

nsfw drabble—biting sev all over ♡ sub!sevika, edging, fingering (all s! receiving), idk what else girl i can't see straight cuz of her...

and there she lay before you, bare and twitching, in a state she's kept very well hidden from everyone—except you.

her lip tucked under her teeth, head thrown back and half-lidded, blown out eyes lazily following your movements; she was laying sprawled on the mattess. she had tried and failed to hold herself up, both arms trembling under her weight until they eventually gave out.

this was the result of you—oh, how evil you were—edging the poor woman for an eternity. in actuality, you had tortured her to such a point she didn't even have the energy to bark orders at you like she usually does.

all she could do, was whine. whines of your name, wordless huffs and quiet pleas were all she could sound out. and every so often she'd squirm under you and break eye contact when you did something so obscene, even she couldn't handle it.

you wore the most wicked of sneers on your face excitedly, using all your strength to push her thick muscular thighs outward, until you gazed upon a sight worth winning wars for.

the torture you faced her with had her pussy throbbing. no, that was an understatement. you could see every individual muscle controlling her shiny lips jump at the cool air, you could see the way her clit was nearly whispering for you to touch it, and not to mention the pooling of pearlescent slick dribbling out of her pulsating hole, making a literal puddle under her ass.

now this? this was a never going to get old. you'd plaster the image of her fucked-out self on every surface, take a polaroid and carry it around with you. you were salivating. drool was almost running down your chin at the sight.

but alas, your blissful trance was cut short, by none other than her gruff voice.

"hey. you gonna stare or am i gonna have to finish this myself?" her voice shook, then her eyes darkened and she spat, "you'd like watching that though, wouldn't you. fuckin'—holy-!!"

you didn't give her the time of day to listen to her bitching about, and you cut her off by lunging forward and sinking your teeth into the soft flesh of her right inner thigh.

her shocked intake of air quickly turned into a pornographic moan, her back arching, her breathing quickening, and her thighs fighting to close around your head.

you knew that was her weakness. your teeth in her skin? pff she was a goner. you used that to your advantage as much as you could, she deserved earth shattering orgasms just as much as the next gal.

her noises were bordering on a shriek as soon as you circled her hole with a digit, grinning into her skin at the way she was sucking you in, legitimately trapping your finger inside her.

you felt the flutters of an impending orgasm tickle your immobilized finger, and with great effort you removed your mouth from her thigh and pulled your finger out.

the look on her face when you did that felt sharper than if she had stabbed a spear right through your heart. when sevika gives one of her famed death glares, the word stops spinning. but you being you, it just spurs you on more.

before she can protest you migrate up and place gentle kisses on the side of her neck, right on her pulse point, as a soothing motion before you did what you really wanted.

you sank your teeth in her flesh as hard as your jaw allowed you to, the tangy taste of her blood invading your mouth.

simultaneously, you brought your hand back down to her neglected pussy, pushed your thumb up against her thumping clit, and slid your two middle digits inside her—within moments finding her spongy sweet spot.

the cries of pleasure were stuck in her throat, and you couldn't see from what you were doing, but you'd bet your entire life's savings that her eyes were rolled so far back in her skull only the whites would be visible.

your fingers were working hard, all in harmony to bring her to that peak she so craved, and luckily it hit her after no time at all.

her whole being tensed, a low groan reverberated through the room as one of her hands flew to grab a chunk of your hair, further pushing your body flush against hers. you didn't move your mouth, it was suctioned against her in such a way that was guaranteed to leave a nasty bruise on her skin the next day, but she loved it. you did as well.

you felt a gush of warm fluid on your palm, and chuckled into her skin while she shook all over, needy, animalistic noises being all she could produce.

you put in the work and made sure she was utterly spent, then lifted yourself off of her to enjoy the look on her face. she looked so at peace, so satisfied and ethereal, you adored her more than words could ever say.

and likewise, she did you. she cracked open one eye and smiled widely, opening her arms and beckoning for you to lay back on top of her in an embrace.

naturally, you did just that. eagerly burying your face in the crook of your neck, you kissed over the bite mark you left, ran your tongue over the indents in her skin and reveled in the little whimpers she made.

she always had more flesh you could lovingly bite, why stop at just one square inch?

sev taglist (not tagging everyone still cuz YALL SIGNED UP FOR TLOU AND IM A PEOPLE PLEASERRRR SORRY): @fizyypopp @luvssliyahh @wizard-pdf @dearangxl @melsmunch