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"hate. let me tell you how much i've come to hate drawing kibble since i began to draw. there are 387.44 million strokes of my pencil on the hundreds of canvases that fill my ibispaint. if the work 'hate' was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of strokes it would not equal one-billionth of the hate i feel for drawing kibble at this micro-instant. for kibble. hate. hate."
convinced my friend to stop working on assignments and write me a fanfic, i am a great influence!
(also also, i drew them in the wrong pose here hehe)
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my swindle just so happpens to have his robo pawbs out in display. oooo lockdown you wanna touch them soooo bad oooooooooo
"... I thought those were for his inbuild reader-scanner?"
(I know cybertronian technology is more advanced than an old Earth calculator and that they probably had their own numerical system but I COULDN'T RESIST THE STUPID JOKE)
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Jets like cupcakes..?
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Watched Tom Holland’s Spiderman with my partner today and now all I can think about are the memes
#that one ‘can I walk? no I can’t’ meme to be precise#and the one where the guy’s power is minutes left to live lmaooo#I love it
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little texaid a la @archie-sunshine ‘s knightformers au because it put worms in my brain and i cant stop thinking abt them =w=
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Some First Aid and Pharma.
The poor bot got lonely on Delphi so he had to ask Pharma for some help.
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To all of you still waiting on chubformers drabbles: I’m still writing! Things have slowed down quite a bit lately in regards to writing, but I am still accepting requests and still plan to get to them as soon as possible!
Thank you all for your patience and support 🙏
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drift mommy kink 100%. ratchet says "do you wanna cum for mommy" one time and it rewired a part of drift's processor and he's never been the same since. he would do literally anything if it meant that ratchet put on that suave voice again and whispered in his audials. he spends his off shifts cockwarming his mommy for fucking hours all while ratchet does his datawork
drift finds himself having wet dreams about ratchet after he gets exiled from the lost light and he genuinely almost slips up and calls ratchet mommy when the medic shows up to take him home
hgngngngngn i need drift to spend hours sucking on ratchet's tits. i need him to fucking get those thangs lactating and he just sucks to hard and goes a little cross eyed while humping his valve against ratchet's thigh armour.
he gets so overwhelmed from ratchet giving him a tit job that he starts wailing and sobbing all while ratchet just gives him the most cold stone expression
drift should be more desperate and needy is what i'm saying
-burnt ice anon
oh. the mommy kink…
Ratchet thinking it would be fun to tease Drift and calling himself mommy in bed and Drift immediately overloads so hard he’s gasping for ten straight minutes afterwards and Ratchet is pretty sure Drift would like to tell him something about himself.
hgrhhh Drift sucking on Ratchet’s titties so often he activates the refineries and one day his mommy’s tits squirt tasty energon right into his hungry mouth. Drift humping Ratchet’s thigh the entire time, squeezing and kneading his titties while trying to conceal his overloads so that mommy doesn’t call him greedy and make him stop<33
(As if Ratchet couldn’t feel Drift’s valve convulsing and gushing against him over and over again, or see his optics blink out in pure bliss everytime he cums…)
Drift completely losing it when he looks down at Ratchet on his knees, fat refiners swollen with milk and so warm. He ends up bucking his hips into those warm titties until he’s crying with his overload, spike spurting transfluid all over his mommy’s chest while he tells his mommy how good it feels. Ratchet is very amused with the effect he has on Drift…
Drift should be more desperate. I want him crying in his mommy’s lap as he’s forced through countless overloads, his legs obediently wrapped around Ratchet’s waist as he keeps on bouncing on his spike despite his poor valve begging for a break, unable to get enough of his mommy’s spike <3
oOooh, Drift eating Ratchet out sloppily, getting his whole face covered in lubricant, array dripping onto the floor as Ratchet pets his head lovingly and tell him how good he’s being for his mommy, and it only makes him more enthusiastic, needy tongue lapping at mommy’s node until he squirts into his mouth… hgrhhh i can’t keep going on about this, my penis will fall off.
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✨reblog if you are a massive nerd or if you have a breeding kink✨
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- where is my life going?
i dont know bro
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Psst… you guys wanna join my chubbyformers server?
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Don't let the propaganda fool you. Being a perverted sex freak is good and healthy actually.
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There’s Always Room for Dessert
Have a little t/c x rat/chet Drabble. I am not on word nor have access to grammarly, so only simply edified.
The secret lovers meet up at a Buffett, and eating ensues. Chubfic.
Feeling the table press into his swollen gut was both satisfying and annoying. Another unplanned meet-up with the blue see/ker resulted in fine dinning at a local buffet. While the food may not have been top notch, it satiated one’s desire to pig out. And now Ratc/het sat back in the booth, rubbing his swollen gut.
“Don’t tell me you are full already,” Thunde/rcracker grinned, eyeing the massive belly. “I still haven’t hit up the dessert table.”
The medic groaned, rolled his optics, and stifled a burp. “I ain’t no whelp. However, I think dinner is done.”
“I’d say so.” The see/ker’s hand reached over and gave the paunch a playful pat. “Shall I select you something tasty from the cake section?”
“You better, or else.”
“Or else what?”
“Or else I’m going back to my room and sleeping this off.”
Thunder/cracker pouted. The pair didn't spend a lot of time together- being in the middle of a war had several drawbacks. And what little time he had, the ‘Co/n wanted to make last.
“Don’t you worry, my sweets. I will serve you the best tasting desserts available.” The see/ker rose to his feet. “Well, at least the best this place has to offer.”
“You better make it worth the wait.” The medic barked, a devious grin appearing on his face. While the flier loved watching the Auto/bot devour plate after plate, that gruff attitude always shown up if that mouth wasn’t full.
And Thunderc/racker loved it! That biting attitude, while always in jest, just really proved how playful the other could be. Because we all know under that hardened exterior, Rat/chet was such a softy.
Well, as of late, the medic’s protoform under his plating was growing soft as well.
But soon enough, a heaping plateful of cake slices, brownies, chocolates and ice creams were set in front of the medic.
“You better put your money where your mouth is,” T/C deeply growled as he took a seat next to the stuffed mech.
Ratc/het only responded by licking his lips and rubbing his belly as he looked over the mountain of scrumptious sweets in front of him. All the chosen foods looks so good! How could he choose which to consume first?
Turns out, the decision was made for him as a forkful of the rich, chocolate brownies was pressed to his lips. And just how could one deny such a decedent treat? The medic’s mouth opened and as soon as the warm, gooey mess hit his taste sensors, his engines rumbled.
And as soon as servo’s rubbed at his swollen tummy his cooling fans clicked on.
In fact, Ratc/het didn’t know what was better- being fed by his secret Decep/ticon lover or getting those belly rubs! When it came to attention, the see/ker never skimped. Nor let down. It was as if the fattened mech’s body was an idol, and T/C was the devout worshipper. And when it came to tending to needs, T/C had all bases covered.
“Here,” The See/ker held up a tall glass of cold ener-melk. “Tell me this doesn't hit the spot.”
Rat/chet didn’t need to take a gulp to know this beverage went well with the brownie- or any of the other desserts. He took a gulp before opening his mouth for more food.
And more came. Bit after bite of sweets were fed. Swallow after swallow sweets were devoured. It only took half the deserts being consumed for that belly to growl out in warnings of the upcoming belly ache. But Rat/chet did not stop. The food simply tasted to good to say no!
That, and Thunder/cracker did not relent with shoving food into his maws. Of course, Ratc/het didn’t stop him.
But as the medic began to slow down, that servo rubbed with more purpose at that rounded paunch. The touch was soft and gentle in the beginning, but now, the pressure of the touch built. Every little rumble of a belly quake was chased down and messaged. And that added pressure did something within that spare tire.
Something tickled deep within his tanks, causing minor cramping before rising upward. Upon those digits pressing firmer, the sensation grew, and soon, something traveled upwards. Rat/chet was happy he had time to close his mouth as to at least save some dignity and not let a monster of a belch escape full blast!
At least this one was muffled.
“Tum-Tum feel better?”
Rat/chet nodded and opened his mouth for more. There was no way he was finished. At least, he wanted those touches to his beach-ball sized belly to continue and he knew if he kept eating, T/C would keep rubbing.
Even when breathing became hard and swallowing became such a chore, the medic pressed on. Just hearing T/C’s words of praise and those caresses of encouragement gave him strenght to polish off cakes, pies and ice cream. All too soon, that monster of a belly no longer could fit any more snacks inside. Nor could it fit within the booth!
Nearly sweating, the medic leaned back, rubbing his own servo‘s over his overstuffed and sore belly. He panted to catch his breath and wished against wish to just lay down!
“You are so well for me tonight,” T/C cooed, giving the belly a playful pinch. Anything else catch your fancy?”
“The berth,” Rat/chet boldly stated.
“Hmmmmm… How presumptuous of you,” T/C deeply hummed.
“I want to lay down.”
“Do you need further soothing?” A smile appeared on the See/kers lips.
“You know, I do expect some royal treatment after that feast I consumed for you…”
“Allow me to tend to your desires….”
And Ratchet could help but smile at that. He knew just what this evening had in store. All the tummy tickles he could want- as well as other things getting special attention.
See, there was always room for dessert.
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Don't let the propaganda fool you. Being a perverted sex freak is good and healthy actually.
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i love the completely baseless assumption that first aid has a thing for helicopters, its so good sometimes i forget its not canon
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Thinking about Combaticons… it’s helping me get through the shift today 🙏
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