#rodi/mus

[starscoffeecreamer]

Nzklwlskkd i’m so happy i found this account!!!! *sobbing*

I hope you don’t mind receiving my asks!

I am in LOVE with Rodimus getting bred by Drift and Ratchet or Deadlock & Ratchet!!!

Here’s this loser prime thinking the two don’t want him because they only frag when drunk or when they two want to spice things up in the berth. Which is how he finds himself sick every night cycle because his forge bolts failed and now he’s sparked.

The two know nothing of his problem but they do notice he’s acting different and when they bring him to the bar it’s confirmed when he doesn’t drink.

Its even odder when they try to bring him back to berth and notice he’s gained a significant amount of weight but only on his tank and hips.

They get so embarrassed by how horny it makes them they don’t even think of why Roddy suddenly has a frame like this. All they think about is how good he looks and how good their spikes feel inside his tight hot valve.

oh my GOD DRATCHROD BREEDING IS MY FAVORITE.

let the two old men breed their prime, whispering loving words in his audials as they pound him with their spikes til he's fat and preggers

[withoutalice]

Biggest thought, big bc of rod/imus being big and having dinner in bed

He would totally have bots bring his meals to his hab

omg he totally would-

even before it becomes impossible for him to move without help literally he's already lazy in general lol

he's always using his comm to contact his favorites to bring him foods; especially Magnus. he's always contacting him every few minutes until Magnus decides to answer him and listen to him whine about how hungry he is. magnus just rolls his eyes and sends the next bot he sees to go to Rodimus xD

[remvamp]

guess who learned how to render on procreate...

[siberat]

Hear me out: one of the medics velo/city Maybe being a closeted chubby chaser and Well- struggling to keep their optics off of a pretty hefty rodi/mus 👁️👁️

So, you kind of got a 2 for 1. Me and @mr-miss-anonymous worked together for this. I did some art, they did the story, which is under the cut!

It had been a smooth, uneventful day before the comm came in. Velo/city didn't expect anything awful, but a request for her assistance—and hers alone—seemed strange coming from their captain. From someone who skillfully evaded weekly check-ins on a good day, to start the morning off with an outright request for assistance seemed... well, it seemed odd.

There were no hints, no information given to just what exactly she was going to be walking into. He was in his quarters, he'd explained, sounding breathless and ashamed. It wasn't an emergency, per se, but-oh, slag, could she just come and help him? Quickly?

Velo/city was certainly worried, but she was also rather curious. A spout of unprofessional thoughts and potentials filled her processor, and she found herself picking up the pace, her faceplates flushing with shame. She needed to focus, not delve into her own personal fantasies. She was on the clock, and Rodi/mus needed her.

She needed to get there fast, both for Rodi/mus’ sake and her own.

The door to his habsuite was closed, and Velo/city gave it a tentative knock before entering. There was a faint sound of a struggle inside, the squeak of pedes against the floor and the creaks of straining furniture accompanying what she believed was—

No, she could not let her mind wander there.

With a deep breath in and a quick internal pep talk, Velo/city pushed the door open.

"Rodi/mus?" she called out, slowly creeping around the berth, alert for any signs of danger.

"Rodi/mus, are you there? I received your message."

There was no sign of him just yet. Velo/city huffed, starting to wonder if this was all just some ridiculous prank on his part. He couldn't have known about her sudden rising interest, but at the same time...

"Rodi/mus," she called again, making it to the washracks without a single sign of his presence. Too irritated to bother knocking by now, she simply swung the door open. "I'm serious, what's going on? If you're hurt, I-oh!"

All too quickly, Velo/city’s simmering frustration was replaced with a rush of panic and embarrassment. Too startled to speak, Velo/city simply stared with wide optics at the sight that greeted her. Of all the things she could have expected to see... she was certainly in over her helm now.

Rodi/mus' wide smile and bright optics were overshadowed by the pudge covering his face, and with a chubby servo wielding his shower brush, he waved her inside. He was quite incapacitated, it seemed, with legs spread wide to accommodate a massive hanging belly and chunky everything to match.

Velo/city hovered in the doorway for a moment, nervously nibbling at her lower lip as she took in the view. Pri/mus, she was probably quite the sight herself. She could practically feel the heat creeping into her cheeks, and it took everything in her not to fumble over what would have originally been a very awkward start to their interaction.

"Um," she began, hiding her flushed face behind a shaky servo. "I... were you... oh, Pri/mus. What can I do to help?"

"Glad you asked," Rodi/mus said, a breathless chuckle following the obscene slap of a wet servo against his belly rolls. "What do you say we start down here, then work our way up?"

Velo/city gasped, watching in awe as he hefted his upper belly up from his lap, exposing the slick, sweaty mesh underneath Rodi/mus seemed unbothered, merely happy to have the help he needed, but Velo/city was already counting on this being one of the best days in her career.

"Oh," she stammered again, her bottom lip going raw between her teeth.

It took a good bit of effort to delve into her programming and keep her professionalism separated from the charge building up behind sealed panels, but once Velo/city had realized she was just standing in the doorway, ogling the way his frame dwarfed the shower stool he'd planted himself down on, she quickly regained her bearings. Rodi/mus was still her patient, after all, no matter the circumstances.

Never mind her untimely feelings. *His* untimely loss of self-sufficiency demanded her attention, and she had to suck up her hesitation and do her job.

Easier said than done, of course.

Velo/city cleared her throat and held her helm high, stepping forward. After retrieving the shower brush from painfully chunky fingers, she asked, "How much have you gotten done so far? I'm sure it's, ah... uncomfortable, having all that buildup underneath, but we should make sure that everything is tended to before moving forward."

It must have dawned on him then, because Velo/city could almost *see* the gears turning in his helm. Rodi/mus let his belly drop, the splash of shower suds and lukewarm water making an absolute awful sound.

"Hard to say," he said, "so... what do you say we give it all a good once over, eh? Make sure everything's nice and squeaky clean?"

Pri/mus have mercy on her spark. Velo/city nodded past burning cheeks and a strained smile, shaky servos tentatively reaching out to fondle-no, *scrub* soft, jiggly mesh.

If she made it out of this with her dignity still intact, it would be a fragging miracle.

link to writer’s post:

[mathiasriverus]

Na rođendan se uvijek sjetim priče kako je otprilike tjedan prije moga rođenja, bratićev djed rekao mojoj trudnoj majci neka rodi 7.-og da ima sa kim slaviti rođendan. I tjedan kasnije u zoru 7. sam se rodio, dva tjedna prije termina :) i eto ostvarila mu se želja. Barem je desetak godina imao sa kim slaviti. Možda jednog dana i ja tako nastavim tradiciju.

[tklpilled]

& is strictly platonic, / can be platonic or romantic. bolded are my favourites. if there's a rarepair you don't see on here, feel free to ask!! i'm a multishipper and i like exploring different character dynamics :)

fandoms are in the same order as on the fandoms list, with the exception of genshin being last bc there are so many lol

bungou stray dogs:

chuuya/dazai

atsushi/akutagawa/lucy or any combination

jouno/tecchou

chuuya & dazai & atsushi & akutagawa or any combination

sigma/dazai

sigma/fyodor/nikolai or any combination

dazai/fyodor

ranpo/poe/mushitarou or any combination

ranpo/yosano

dazai/yosano

kenji & chuuya

kenji & atsushi

kenji & junichirou

junichirou/atsushi

atsushi & kyouka

gin/higuchi/tachihara

gin/tachihara

gin & akutagawa

oda & dazai

mushitarou/yokomizo

hunter x hunter:

killua/gon

leorio/kurapika

killua & gon & leorio & kurapika & alluka or any combination

amane/canary

pitou & youpi & pouf & meruem or any combination

kurapika/chrollo

fullmetal alchemist:

roy/riza

ed/ling

ling & lan fan

ed & al & roy or any combination

fruits basket:

tohru/yuki/kyo or any combination

yuki/haru

yuki/kakeru

kyo & momiji & haru or any combination

tohru & momiji

tohru/rin

haru/rin

ayame/shigure/hatori or any combination

tohru/uotani/hanajima or any combination

my hero academia:

bakugou/izuku/todoroki or any combination

toga/ochako

aizawa/yamada

momo/jirou

jirou/kaminari

izuku/shinsou/kaminari or any combination

p much any class 1-a pairing lol

dabi/hawks

dabi/shigaraki

sk8 the infinity:

reki/langa

joe/cherry

reki & langa & miya or any combination

the case study of vanitas:

noe/vanitas

domi/jeanne

noe & domi & louis or any combination

vanitas & mikhail

noe/jean-jacques

dante/johann/riche or any combination

roland/olivier

trigun:

vash/wolfwood/meryl or any combination

vash & knives

milly/meryl

jujutsu kaisen:

gojo/geto

yuuji/nobara/megumi or any combination

megumi & gojo & yuuji & nobara or any combination

nobara/maki

yuuta/inumaki

yuuta/maki

choso & yuuji

gojo/utahime

utahime/shoko

gojo & geto & shoko or any combination

chainsaw man:

aki/angel

denji & aki & power or any combination

denji/yoshida

power/kobeni

denji/asa

buddy daddies:

kazuki/rei

attack on titan:

levi/hange

eren/mikasa/armin or any combination

ymir/historia

sasha/mikasa

jean/armin

jean/eren

jean/connie/sasha or any combination

pieck/porco

pieck/hange

annie/armin

annie/mikasa

reiner & annie & bertholdt or any combination

annie/hitch

demon slayer:

tanjirou/inosuke

tanjirou & nezuko

mitsuri/shinobu

shinobu/giyuu

genya/muichirou

akaza/douma

mitsuri/obanai

heaven official's blessing:

shi qingxuan/he xuan

hua cheng/xie lian/yin yu or any combination

hua cheng/xie lian/feng xin/mu qing or any combination

yin yu/quan yizhen

qi rong & xie lian

south park:

tweek/craig/kenny or any combination

stan/kyle/kenny or any combination

kenny/butters

spiderverse:

miles/gwen

miles & gwen & hobie & pav or any combination

miles & peter b

six of crows:

kaz/inej/nina/wylan/jesper or any combination

nina/matthias

the raven cycle:

ronan/gansey/adam/noah/blue or any combination

henry/gansey/blue or any combination

breath of the wild/tears of the kingdom:

link/revali

link/zelda

link/sidon

mipha/zelda

daruk & urbosa & mipha & revali & link & zelda or any combination

link & tulin

honkai star rail:

stelle/march 7th/dan heng

bronya/seele

jing yuan & yanqing

firefly/stelle

aventurine/dr ratio

gallagher & misha

dan heng/jing yuan

boothill/robin

boothill/argenti

dan heng/boothill

kafka/himeko

kafka/blade

stelle/kafka

blade/dan heng

sampo/gepard

sampo/stelle

acheron/black swan

serval & gepard & lynx

arlan & asta

lynx/pela

ace attorney:

apollo/klavier

phoenix/edgeworth

apollo & trucy

franziska & edgeworth

franziska/maya

maya & phoenix

nahyuta/blackquill

apollo & athena

athena/blackquill

franziska/adrian

dead plate:

rody/vincent

the magnus archives:

jon/martin/tim/sasha or any combination

jon & georgie

georgie/melanie

basira/daisy

gerry/michael

genshin impact:

kaeya & diluc

chongyun/xingqiu/gaming or any combination

aether/xiao

ei/yae miko

cyno/tighnari/albedo or any combination

childe/scaramouche

aether/scaramouche

cyno/tighnari/alhaitham/kaveh or any combination

lyney & lynette & freminet or any combination

furina/neuvillette

arlecchino/furina

lyney/aether

scaramouche/albedo

scaramouche/lyney

kaeya/albedo/aether or any combination

fischl/razor/bennett or any combination

barbara/noelle

barbara & jean

diluc/venti

aether/venti

jean/lisa

mika/noelle

rosaria/kaeya

xiao/venti

beidou/ningguang

chongyun & xiangling & xingqiu or any combination

hu tao/yanfei

yanfei/yelan

hu tao/xiao

xinyan/xiangling

zhongli/venti

zhongli/childe

gorou & kokomi

kokomi/sara

ayaka/thoma

ayaka/lumine

shinobu & itto

kazuha/tomo

kazuha/aether

kazuha/scaramouche/heizou or any combination

ayaka/chevreuse

candace/dehya

dehya/nilou

nahida & scaramouche

navia/clorinde

navia/furina

chlorinde/wriothesley

furina/lumine

childe/kaeya

childe/diluc

shinobu/heizou

ayaka/chiori

chiori/chevreuse

[poeticlicense12345]

SREĆA-DA SAM SLOBODNA OD ŽELJA

Živimo u neprestanoj, histeričnoj pomami za srećnim životom. Život je, u načelu, sveden na tu potragu za nekakvim srećnim životnim okolnostima. Dosta nam se toga servira pod tim imperativom da budemo srećni, toliko toga da nam, na kraju, sreća, i ako je postignemo, ne predstavlja ono što smo verovali da jeste dok smo za njom jurili. Da ne bude da otkrivamo toplu vodu, poznati su nam stihovi– „Sreća je lepa samo dok se čeka"

Ovde smo se već, iz nehata, obreli u jednom ćorsokaku. Ako je sreća lepa samo dok čekamo na sreću, nismo li, onda, svi već srećni, budući da niko od nas i nije srećan kad mu se sreća realizuje, nego samo dok čeka na to da mu se realizuje. U tom čekanju na sreću često nismo svesni da je ona već tu, a mi je ne prepoznajemo, jer ne shvatamo da je ona u malim stvarima :u nečijem prisustvu, u spoznaji da ste nekom potrebni I da je neko potreban vama.Često mislimo da se ona podrazumeva, šta god činili, dobro ili loše,a, onda, u nekom trenutku, shvatimo, da tu nema neke zakonitosti.Roditelji su mi nametnuli shvatanje da uvek dobijamo onoliko koliko dajemo. Nažalost, život mi je često dokazivao da mi, zaista o tome sanjamo, , a znamo da se svi snovi ne ostvaraju.

Pokušavam nekada da ustanovim koje su to pretpostavke sreće. Sreća je, možda, stvar društva u kojem je srećan pojedinac imao priliku da se rodi i živi kao čovek.. Sreća je, dakle, stvar društva a ne stvar pojedinca.U antičkoj Grčkoj srećan čovek je bio onaj koji je uspevao da razvije svoje vrline.i da živi u srećnom društvu.

. Možda bi trebalo da razlikujemo dva pojma sreće. Sreću kao unutrašnje stanje nekakvog blagostanja, nekog pojedinca, i sreću kao srećnu okolnost koja nas snađe kada nam se desi nekakva sreća, odnosno neočekivana, iznenadna dobit (ne samo materijalna), koju nismo mogli da predvidimo i na nju da utičemo, iako smo je, negde, intimno prizivali ili smo joj se nadali. Igre na sreću su dosta dobar primer ovog drugog poimanja sreće.

U današnjem društvu postoji, dakle, imperativ da budemo srećni, i to u ovom prvom smislu pojma sreće – da svi postignemo nekakvo stanje blaženosti i duševnog blagostanja. Današnja društva nam za taj cilj – srećan život – sugerišu i odredjena vrednosna i idejna rešenja, prema kojima je put do sreće, manje više neminovan, ili, bar, jednostavniji.

Medjutim, koliko god da nam se sugerisalo kako je sreća moguća i kad smo lišeni posedovanja i uživanja u luksuznim dobrima ovog sveta, ipak bi se gotovo svaki tragač za srećom opredelio za onu sreću koja bi podrazumevala i uživanje u ovim dobrima. Ili bi bar svaki tragač za srećom, dok sreću sanja i traži, sanjao je u nekakvom carstvu uživanja u luksuznim dobrima ovog sveta. Ruku na srce, postoje i oni, doduše retki pojedinci koji su odlučili da svoju sreću potraže izvan ili mimo nekakvih vlasničkih i imovinskih odnosa – u „iskrenoj“ ljubavi sa drugom osobom, u odnosima sa ljudima koji bi bili lišene interesnih očekivanja, Drugim rečima, ovakva koncepcija sreće podrazumeva odnose čoveka prema drugom čoveku, a ne prema stvarima, i to one odnose koji ne bi bili isposredovani ekonomskim činjenicama aktera tih odnosa. Tako, na primer, ne nailazimo retko na pouke tipa da je čovek srećan ukoliko ima „prave“ prijatelje, koji su opet retkost jer su pravi, i jer nisu uz nas iz nekakvog interesa, nego jer su „istinski“ uz nas, dok su svi drugi, tu, uz nas, uglavnom jer imaju nekakav interes da tu budu.

. Otvorili smo pitanja biti srećan, i doživeti srećnu okolnost. Onda smo u pitanju srećnog pojedinca, našli dve varijacije – srećnog pojedinca koji je srećan jer posedije luksuzna dobra u kojima uživa, ili svoju sreću zamišlja u tom posedovanju i to posedovanje, onda, postavlja sebi kao cilj; i onog pojedinca koji je srećan jer ima i želi da ima iskrene prijatelje i odnose sa ljudima, i koji se opredeljuje za ovu vrstu sreće.

Stvari se ovde dodatno komplikuju. Obično je onaj kome je regulisano svojinskim pravom raspolaganje nekim dobrima – luksuznim kolima, stanovima, kakvim god drugim oblikom imetka – onaj neko ko preko tog i takvog regulisanog odnosa prema stvarima upravlja i ljudima i njihovim medjuljudskim odnosima (banalan ali ilustrativan primer jeste i taj da dete koje poseduje luksuzne i lepe igračke najčešće diriguje i samom igrom i drugom decom koja te igračke ne poseduju). .

Od pitanja lične sreće smo stigli do pitanja ličnih sreća za one koji su imali ili nisu imali srećne okolnosti da se rode kao bogati. Iz ovoga se samo nameće da postoje i različite koncepcije sreće. Oni bogatiji najčešče su vaspitani u sasvim drugačijem idejnom i vrednosnom poretku, koji je takav da se njihovo bogatstvo ipak nikada ne dovede u pitanje, odnosno, koji vrednosni poredak I da je u svojoj suštini takav da se očuvanje i umnožavanje tog bogatstva stavi kao prioritet. Za njih tipično poimanje sreće je ono koje je do kraja u vezi sa ličnom, pojedinačnom, njihovom srećom. Srećom u vlastitoj ostvarenosti, karijeri, uspehu, imetku. Dok je, s druge strane, sreća koja je više svojstvena običnim ljudima ona koja podrazumeva odnose sa ljudima i kvalitet tih odnosa. Imamo danas, dakle, dve oštro suprotstavljene koncepcije sreće, koje su tipične za odredjena društva. Jedna je lična sreća, koja se postiže istrajnim radom i uspehom u sferi u kojoj smo se opredelili da se ostvarimo, druga je lična sreća u odnosima sa ljudima, koja ne podrazumeva uspeh i ostvarenje nekakvih profesionalnih ambicija, koliko negovanje „neposrednosti“I bliskosti u tim odnosima. Sreća koju nam današnja društva intenzivno nameću kao jedinu „istinsku“ sreću, jeste ova prva, sreća u ostvarenosti i uspehu, sreća u postizanju nekakvog cilja. Ova druga vrsta sreće, sreća u „neposrednim“ odnosima sa ljudima, jeste takodje sugerisana organizacijom društva u kom živimo, ali se nekako smatra za naivnu I efemernu. Oni koji se još uvek romantično zanose mogućnošću takvih neposrednih odnosa, smatraju se da žive u zabludi.

Čitav zaplet je, medjutim, u tome što se histerija oko srećnog života nikako ne tematizuje iz perspektive srećnih okolnosti – da se rodimo u bogatom društvu, ili bar u bogatoj porodici – već se svodi na nekakav lični trud i angažman, na količinu istrajnosti koju smo spremni da uložimo u vlastito samoostvarenje. ,Mnogi smatraju da se od „iskrenosti“ u medjuljudskim odnosima ne može živeti,da je zabluda biti istinski srećan, samo zato što imamo nekog ko nas takvim čini. Sreća je, ipak, subjektivna kategorija, koju je teško definisati. Ja, nekako, znam da sam srećna , kad nešto nežno , tanano zaigra negde tamo, duboko u meni, I kad ne znam šta mi je, ali sam tako neopisivo luda da bih zagrlila ceo svet.

Kada sam ovo pisala, sad znam, bila sam srećna. Sada grlim one koji su me činili srećnom u sebi , u srcu, u sećanju.

text author: Tanja Petrović Krivokapić

[maxwants2fragrobos]

what if cyber/stronians *coughs*rodi/mus*coughs* carried for really long?? like like image them just being preggo and huge for years and since they just keep eating to support the lil ones they grow massive

That is a thought 👀👀

I would imagine him grow, be grouchy when the little ones roll over or when they kick his internals. But you're thinking constantly, perpetually pregnant? Interesting indeed. Somehow that makes me think a kangaroos and other marsupials.

And come to think of it, although he's not a large Mecca to begin with, the production of sentio metalico would take a while. I would think that it would be par for the course that gestation would take years if we're thinking in teran terms.

Everyone would see him and just think it was a normal occurrence. Constantly lumbering about, catching his breath, eating to maintain the growing bitties. He could easily be the size of a small moon. I bet his partners and even the crew would do their best, subtlety and some not so, bringing extra snacks and fueled to maintain his girth.

Maybe all the extra snacks lead to his thighs and is aft becoming plush. Soft with a little bit of give. Definitely something fun to grapple a hold of. Could make his breasts ratio with his growing tanks. I mean after all, his body would assume that he would need to feed younglings. Of course they would grow large as well.

[noa-ciharu]

Jebem mu pičku materinu kad se ko žensko rodi, prodaću matericu na ali-ekspresu za dva soma, ne mogu ustanem sa kauča od bolova

[violetwonder]

Někdy v roce 2017 jsem pojmenovala svý alter ego Violet Wonder. Fialový Zázrak.

Měla to být hlavní hrdinka příběhu plného démonů. Sama se stala démonem, protože k ní byl život krutý. Aniž by něco tušila dostala se do dimenze, odkud pocházel rod, ke kterému se připojila. Nebe bylo rudé a sakurový sad kvetl po celou věčnost. V sadu byl bílý altán a u sídla, které bylo přepychovější a rozlehlejší než kde jaký zámek postavený lidskou rukou, stál obrovský skleník.

Ve skleníku bylo jezírko a lavička. Spousta květin a Ona Violet, tu poprvé potkala černého kocoura se zářivě modrýma očima.

V sídle byla taky obrovská knihovna. Nacházela se v odlehlém křídle, které bylo téměř zapomenuto. Sedal tu na všechno prach a osazenstvo celého domu sem nikdy nechodilo. Ona byla první, kdo sem po letech vstoupil. Ona a jedno z dvojčat, které jí chtělo zabít.

Mezi těma dvěma bratry panovala nevraživost. Možná to bylo proto, že Violet převzala moc po jejich milované sestře, která jednoho dne zmizela. Možná to bylo proto, že jeden ji miloval a dobrovolně propojil svůj život s ní a ten druhý mu to nemohl odpustit. Nenáviděl ji. Už nevím. Ale zatím, co jeden by za ni položil život, druhý jí šel po krku.

Violet v t�� knihovně objevila staré svitky a když rozklíčovala neznámé písmo, dočetla se o válce mezi démonickými rody. Celé to sahalo až na počátky samotného pekla.

Nakonec musela ze sídla odejít. Hlava rodu. Muž, který ji miloval jako dceru o kterou přišel, pro ni otevřel portál zpět do lidského světa. Buď by zůstala a musela zemřít, nebo se měla schovávat a žít život nesmrtelné bytosti mezi lidmi.

Odešla a myslím, že se objevila někde na útesech v severním Irsku. Nakonec se měla dostat až do Londýna. A tady měla potkat jinou dívku. Jinou hrdinku, jiného příběhu. Nikdy se tam nedostala. Nikdy se nepotkaly.

A dneska je někdy v roce 2023. Přemýšlím nad ní. Nad Fialovým Zázrakem a kam se dostala. Kdo je. Kým je. Jestli někdy dostane dopsaný kapitoly. Jestli se někdy dostane z mý hlavy.

*

Tenhle koncept Fialovýho Zázraku a proč vznik jsem rozklíčovala až nedávno. Mý jméno mě proklelo a já potřebovala do něj vnýst trochu barvy. Vždycky to byla fialová. Stejně jako to muselo být číslo 7, nebo B které je připomínkou toho, kdo tohle začal. Vesmír je šikovná mašinka. Trust the process.

Je to jako když pečete. Vy mu dáte seznam ingrediencí a on vám z toho upeče. To že je výsledek něco jiného, než jsme chtěli, není vaše chyba. Příště dejte i postup, ne jen ingredience. A možná, že dostanete, co čekáte... Jenže pozor. To co ukuchtil napoprvé není nutně chyba. Někdy je to o mnoho lepší. Někdy to je celej svět zavřenej v jedný velký bublině. 

[starscoffeecreamer]

Rodimus letting Minimus drink from his breasts.

He let him do so as Ultra Magnus and the mech now being Minimus is no different. Roddy is a carrying type mech and his frame no matter becoming prime is still meant for emerging new sparks into the world.

It’s another thing he hates about himself. No one but a servo full of bots know and Ultra Magnus being one of them was an accident. The mech walked in on him with his chest plates off, breasts out, engorged and sore because he was about to go into heat.

Roddy didn’t know what to expect but Ultra Magnus shutting the door and getting on his knees blushing asking for some and to help was not what he expected.

Ever since they’ve had secret meetings where Magnus now Minimus drinks from his breasts when they become too full and the load bearer drains him of all substance.

Only problem is Drift and Ratchet keep trying to court Roddy who dodges their attempts because he doesn’t want to get his spark broken and he doesn’t know how to tell them his status or the arrangement he and Minimus has that neither want to end.

oughhhhh yesss Mini/mus helping Rodi/mus with his heavy achy boobs, draining them to help with his back (mini/mus has a lactation kink, 100% scientifically proven I googled it)

dri/ft and rat/chet trying to court him during all this? icing on the cake, imagine they find out and are just like "that's cool we'll still take you as our bf" and Roddy's just shocked at how much mental turmoil he was in just for them to be fine with it

then they alllll get to help with his achy, leaky tiddies as they fuck his holes into oblivion

[withoutalice]

Hear me out, chonky rod/imus

oh??? my interest is piqued...

when I think of Roddy becoming chubby my first thought is that it's because he's competing with Dri/ft's thiccness lolz

[humaimutiah]

Air Mata

Pada malam yang syahdu, lauk telah berjajar rapi diatas meja makan. Makan malam bersama keluarga adalah rutinitas. “Lagi capai yah? Nafsu makanmu ga seperti biasanya.” Tanya sang ibu. Tiba-tiba, sebutir demi sebutir air mata tumpah, suaranya menggelegar, tangis anak laki laki itu pecah di rangkulan sang ibunda. Hati dan pikiran yang telah lama sesak itu, akhirnya tertuangkan.

“Ada apa nak?” Tanya ibu lembut. Pertanyaan itu tak sanggup dijawab sang anak, satu katapun tak mampu diucapkan apalagi keluhan. Sang ibunda hanya dapat meraba dan menebak apa gerangan yang terjadi pada putra semata wayang nya itu. Beberapa pekan ini terlihat murung, makan tak lahap, tidurpun sembarangan, hanya di atas lantai tak beralaskan apapun bak orang yang habis kerja rodi.

"Nak, kalau ada masalah tak apa diceritakan, itu tak akan mengurangi maskulinitas mu, itu juga tak berarti kau gagal menjadi laki-laki sejati. Sang anak hanya diam, suara tangisan nya kini dapat terdengar dari dapur. Sang ibu mengerti bahwa beban yang sedang dialami sang anak itu berat, tekananan jauh melebihi yang sebelumnya. Keluarkan saja semuanya, jangan ditahan. " ucap sang ibu penuh pengertian.

Ia memegang bahu ibu rapat-rapat, sebuah tanda ia butuh tempat untuk mencurahkan kesesakan yang ada di dalam dada. "Mau cerita kapanpun, ibu siap mendengarkan. Kalau ada kesulitan, ibu siap mendengarkan bila itu yang kau butuhkan." Tawaran sang ibu diiyakan olehnya. Tujuh menit durasi yang dibutuhkan sang anak untuk sedikit lebih lega, iya menjawab pertanyaan ibundanya" Nanti malam sehabis rapat, ada yang ingin kudiskusikan dengan ibu."

"Baik," ucap ibu dengan senyuman penuh kehangatan.

Bersambung

[siberat]

Food Makes things feel better

so, good news and bad news. This was originally for a Drabble request- however, jerk me totally missed the mark by my classic quickly reading the request, then spending days writing only to find out it’s not what was asked at all. So, my apologies to the anon requester- you will have to wait a bit longer. Also, I was gonna split this in 2, but I just wanna post it.

good news is here is a rodi/mus chub story. I am gonna do another one for the anon prompt. Cw: chub, weight gain, binge eating, emotional eating.

Life wasn’t fair, was it?

Yes, he knew things would not be handed to him on a silver platter, but he didn’t think the accomplishments he earned would be snatched away from him either. Or forced to share.

Sighing, Rod/imus plopped himself back in his captain’s chair—while he still had it, that is. Apparently, for reasons unknown, he had to share his status as captain with someone else—someone so unworthy of the position, none-the-less!

Mega/tron.

The “ex” leader of the Decep/ticons. All because stupid Opti/mus Pri/me said so.

This was his voyage! This was his mission! And things have been going just fine, so why try to fix something that isn’t broken?

Before he knew it, the urge to do something other than stew in anger arose. Rodi/mus could only take so much teeth-clenching before his helm hurt worse than it already did. He reached to the center of the table and pulled a large dish of mini cakes in front of him. Yes, this was to be for the guests at his meeting, but surely, they wouldn’t notice one missing—there was plenty after all.

Fingers daintily selected a light pink cake with blue frosting and brought it to his lips. The sweetness invaded his mouth much quicker than the actual treat! The first bite was everything he could imagine: moist, decadent, and rich flavor awoken his taste receptors from slumber.

Each bite led like another, and the first cake was gobbled up. And the sheer taste of the food made him feel better. While he was consuming it, all thoughts of his predicament vanished. Rodi/mus didn’t think of the stern looks received from Mega/tron when ideas were disapproved of. Seeing Ult/ra Magn/us discuss plans with the ‘other’ captain vanished from his processor. Feeling like scrap for being deprived of his hard-earned title lifted from his chassis.

At least until the last swallow of the cake, that is.

As the red and yellow mech stared at the plate full of little colorful cakes of various shapes, licking icing off his fingertips, he could feel the brain worms kicking back in.

Was he not good enough? Just what did he do so wrong? He was a fun mech and liked trying fun things! Did his crew mates simply not like him? Images replayed in his processor of ‘bots reactions to him, seeing if there were any tell-tale signs of dislike. Rodi/mus did not see any hints of hate- but perhaps they really did?

“Ehhhhhhhhh,” Rodi/mus grumbled and rolled his optics, truly hating feeling like this. He was a good mech! He deserved to lead this exhibition! Just why did it have to be stolen from him?

Yeah, it was time for another cake. There were still plenty of them left on the plate. The scrumptious little morsels make him feel better, even if just temporarily. When one was finished, and those tormenting thoughts returned, Rodi/mus helped himself to another.

Of course, the emptied plate was hidden before the conference began- his attendees wouldn’t miss what they didn’t know, right? Hopefully, the ‘co-captain’ could hide his noisy belly ache!

… … …

Any hope of his situation improving simply flew out the window. It turns out his crew was much more accepting of Mega/tron than he anticipated. Yes, tabs were kept on him, but as the days turned to weeks, high command appeared to grow more comfortable with his presence on board the Lo/st Li/ght.

And more willing to listen to his ideas and choose the ex-warlord's instructions over his!

Rodi/mus even tried harder to win back popularity votes by hosting parties at Swer/ves. He graced others' presence by making rounds and chatting it up amongst the partygoers. He even let them in on his future festivities, listening to their ideas, even if they were stupid.

Like perhaps an ice cream social would be nice.

Actually, Rodi/mus didn’t even ask for that—he still had some control over what took place on board his ship! The event was scheduled—and it was scheduled first—and now, he sat in an empty room. Well, it was not completely empty: there were tubs upon tubs of energon ice cream.

Yet only a handful of mechs showed up. And those fraggers didn’t even stay for long! Apparently, after his planned and announced event, Rew/ind and Chrome/dome continued their dumb movie marathon. Guess where every mech went?

So, the red and yellow mech sat alone, staring out the large window. Space was so vast and empty…just like his spark. Alright, that is a bit sappy. But it hurt to have no one really show up. It hurt to feel not important. It hurt to feel ignored.

But seeing all the ice cream and toppings sitting around unused was disheartening. And there was a lot! All the good flavors were obtained: chocolate, vanilla, mint chocolate chip, rocky road, peanut butter cup…. The list went on. And toppings? There was chocolate sauce, sprinkles, candies, brownie bits, whipped cream, and then some. With a spread like this, who wouldn’t want to show up?

Apparently, ninety-nine percent of the ship.

‘No point in letting this go to waste,’ Rodi/mus shrugged, dragging himself to his pedes and scooped himself a heaping bowl of several flavors of ice cream, topped with every topping imaginable. He sat back down with his feast and scoop after scoop fed himself the cold treat.

Oh, how he loved ice cream! The soft dessert's chill and the crunch of the toppings always hit the spot! A lot of foods hit the spot recently. Ever since Mega/tron joined this fleet, energon has provided him with so much comfort, as if it had always been there for him. Always calling his name out from the panty just begging to be devoured! And how could the speedster resist?

Eating cheered him up, relieving him from replaying the bad thoughts in his processor all the time. The pleasurable feeling of consuming something so tasty made his spark swirl with joy instead of rage. And this ice cream was no different—each bite, a new flavor, a new color twirled in his vision, and a smile appeared on his lips.

As soon as the dish was emptied, the co-captain immediately helped himself to seconds. He kept going even when his whole frame seemed cold from eating so much frozen dessert. Even when his tummy, which had grown more prominent over the past few weeks, became taunt and lay heavier on his lap, he kept going.

When his overflowing bowl was polished off this time, Rodi/mus simply snagged two cartons of ice cream. There was no point having to keep getting back up! However, upon shoveling the first spoonful in, he noticed he wasn’t alone and jumped.

“Pri/mus, Dri/ft!” Rodi/mus gasped.

“Don’t use His name in vain,” Dri/ft spoke calmly.

“My bad.” The red and yellow mech stuffed a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth, then motioned to the food table for the other to help himself.

“I’m not here for that,” Dri/ft answered.

“Ah, let me guess.” Rodi/mus spat. “Just stopping in before movie fest?”

 “I’m here to talk with you.” He walked to the table and sat next to the other. “So, how have you been?”

“Fine,” Rodi/mus shrugged, continuing to work on his tub of ice cream. “Shame mech’s don’t know what they are missin’.” His belly clenched, whining out a minor grumble.

“I somehow don’t think everything is fine, Rodimus.” The TIC gently placed a servo on the other’s shoulder. “You haven’t quite been yourself recently.”

“Nonsense,” Rodi/mus bulked, his mouth full. Who else would I be?” Slag, the last thing he wanted was some kind of spiritual talk from Dri/ft. And why the hell did he have to be so nosey? He needed to stay in his own lane.

“Rodi/mus…” His hand moved to the arm, guiding the other to stop eating. “You are not doing well, I can tell. I can help you.”

Rodi/mus sneered, pulling his arm free from the other. What was wrong with wanting to not let all this ice cream go to waste? He spent good credits on this- as well as having to make an unscheduled stop. Why didn’t anybody notice all the work he put into things?

“Just let me be.”

“Let me help you. We can talk- “

“Look, if you don’t want any ice cream, why don’t you shove off?”

“Rodi/mus…”

“Dri/ft…” The red and yellow mech threw an angered glare at the other but regretted it. “Look…. I just… I just want to be alone right now.”

Dri/ft sighed and solemnly nodded. “As you wish. I shall give you your privacy. But I must warn you.” His servo gestured to the now flabbier body. “Your change in habits can have some unhealthy results.”

“Just what the slag you talking about?”

“Your coping mechanism…” Dri/ft bit his lip. “It will catch up to you.”

“You have an issue with me now because I put on a few extra pounds?”

“It's far more than a few extra pounds- “

“What, are you taking measurements?”

“No- “

“Does me eating hurt your inner arura or whatever that scrap is?”

“No.” Dri/ft’s tone grew stern as his lips pressed together to form a line. “I have no qualms about your physical appearance, Rodi/mus. But I just fear the reasoning behind the sudden weight gain.”

“I checked out just fine at my last check-up with Rat/chet.”

“Perhaps you should speak with Ru/ng.”

“Ru/ng?” Rodi/mus snorted. “Look, I aint crazy.”

“No one ever said you were.”

“Then why are we having this conversation?” Rod/imus slammed his fist on the table, and the TIC raised his servos in defeat.

“I just wish to say one thing before I leave you to yourself.” Dri/ft stood up and put his hands on his hips. “Drowning your problems with food is not the solution. Trust me, addiction is the easy way out. But if you keep this up, you’ll be weighed down by more than whatever bothers you. Also, I am here for you whenever you are ready to talk.”

“That was two things you said, not one,” Rodi/mus grumbled, serving himself another spoonful of ice cream. As if angered by the conversation, his belly grumbled loudly.

Dri/ft opened his mouth to retort, but just shook his helm instead. With saddened optics, he watched the other resume his binge eating for a moment before taking his leave.

Deep down, he knew Dri/ft was correct. But how could he stop when eating was the one thing that made him feel so good? Despite his belly churning and the tell-tale signs of a belly ache forming, Rodi/mus kept eating. Even when his belly grew so taunt and painful that even his servos couldn’t comfort the beast, spoonful after spoonful of rich, chocolate peanut butter ice cream was shoved into his maws.  Even when it became so hard to swallow, he continued- he would finish this tub of ice cream if it was the last thing he did!

… … …

When did this hallway become so long? Rodi/mus huffed as he waddled his way towards the bridge of the ship. Apparently, today’s meeting was of the utmost importance, so his presence was demanded instead of video chat. And not only did that mean getting himself out of the berth, but it also meant dragging himself halfway across the ship.

And this was simply too much work!

What exactly was the reason for this unscheduled meeting? Rodi/mus whined for hours with Ul/tra Mag/nus about what was so important, but he wouldn’t blab. What, now officers on board his ship could no longer speak to him? No longer tell him the truth?

It was bad enough having unannounced guests visit his captain's quarters over the past month. No one wanted to see him unless they wanted to voice their concern for his weight gain. He still ran this ship, didn’t he?

Well, half-run the ship would be more accurate.

Did he slack off on his duties? No. Did he miss any meetings? No—well, one was missed, but that was because of a too-small shower stall issue—but that didn’t count! His responsibilities of running this ship were still performed.

Yet, in the past several weeks, Ratc/het paid him a visit, bringing with him his medical supplies and grumpy attitude. Tests were run, and while levels came back elevated, they were considered normal range. Which normally was good, but the medic felt the need to drill onto him the warnings of increased weight gain and decreased activity.

Once Rat/chet was shoved off, another medic took his place a few days later. While more upbeat, Ai/d’s help was not desired or needed. Even Amb/ulon’s straightforward, no-nonsense approach was as annoying as slag. All three medics were sent on their way, chided for wasting their breath and his time.

They could have at least brought him a snack!

Not even halfway to his destination, Rodi/mus had to stop for a break. His chest heaved as he desperately sucked in cool air. His pedes hurt. His legs felt like jello. Prim/us, how long has it been since he walked this far?

There really should be some chairs in the hallway!

Instead, the blob of a mech rested against the wall, swiping his servo across his brow. He was sweating like a cyberpig. He'd be a sopping mess by the time he’d make it to the conference room!

This is just great!

He also noticed that his thighs burned as if scorched by a fire. Glancing down and pulling that pillow of a tummy out of the way, he saw the protomesh was pink and raw. Chub-rub. Perfect.

What a way to be seen outside his quarters!

‘Who would be the first to notice?’ Rodi/mus scowled, banging his fists against the hallway as he slowly began shuffling along his way. Would it be Rat/chet and his know-it-all attitude? Would Ai/d baby talk him and try to slather cream all over the massive thigh flab? Or would Dri/ft be all over this whole ‘talk about your feelings’ crap again?

Couldn’t mechs take a hint to leave someone alone for once?

Rounding the final turn, Rodi/mus rested upon the conference room door frame. His chest heaved as he panted to catch his breath. His frame pinged warnings of overheating. Sweat dripped down his face, down his body, and into his many flab rolls. Everything hurt!

He felt lightheaded, as if he was about to pass out. All the red and white mech wanted to do was sit down and relax! Walking this far was challenging; it took all his strength to remain upright and not collapse onto the floor.

 The air conditioning better be one during this meeting!

Once his breathing rate slowed, Rodi/mus palmed open the door.

And what did he see?

Gone was the long table lined with chairs. The room was redecorated into something a little cozier. There was an oversized couch in the center that just called out his name! As he waddled inside, he noted the room’s cooler temperature, which felt terrific against his hot frame!

But what he saw next stopped him dead in his tracks.

There were many mechs sitting around that couch. Rat/chet sat with his arms crossed over his chest, and Fir/st Aid perc/hed on the chair next to him. Ski/ds and Ult/ra Mag/nus were each seated with datapads in their servo’s as well.

“Rodi/mus!” Dri/ft greeted in a soft, kind tone. He walked towards the larger mech with arms open and hugged the other.

“What’s going on here?”

“Why don’t you have a seat, Rodi/mus.” Ru/ng smiled, gesturing to the sofa.

And Rodi/mus didn’t like the look of this. “Why… why are you all here sitting around like this?”

 “A lot of people care about you and have a few things they wish to read to you- “

“What the slag!” Rodi/mus shouted. He couldn’t believe it! Was this real or another bothersome nightmare? “Is this… for real…. Is this an intervention?”

“Rodi/mus, just have a seat,” Ru/ng coaxed, but the words fell upon deaf audials.

If Rodi/mus could spit fire, he would! Talk about being ambushed! “Who did it?” His optics scoured the room. “Whose idea was this?” His pudgy servos clenched to fists as his double chins bounced with each word he screamed. “I swear!”

“Rodi/mus…” Mega/tron’s voice boomed.

And Rodi/mus flinched. “It was you, wasn’t it? This was all YOUR idea?”

“This talk has been long overdue- “

I don’t fragging care! I am NEVER going to have a discussion with you!” Rodi/mus turned on his pedes. “I’m going back to my room!”

“Do you think you will make the trip?”

“Shut your slagging trap, Mega/tron!” Rodi/mus bellowed.

But the ex-con had a point.

Could he make the trip back to his quarters?

[radiogornjigrad]

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