Chubby Robo

26yo. Currently just a lurker blog to like posts, haven't actively reblogged/posted in a few years and don't have plans to become active again. I just read stuff and leave. You can DM me if you want but it could be a few weeks until I notice.

[chubbyrobo]

Hi

Do you still answer asks? Because I wanted to know if you've ever made any posts involving tfa

If you dig far enough, I think there's a few about tfa Shockwave

This ask is a month old so you probably found that already lmao, im only on this account when the mood strikes me

[soverysoft]

I think I am a mattress

[pretentiousfork]

For anon again~

[belleeb8]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Turns out Pentious likes Italian.

[chubbyrobo]

Oh finally, some Hazbin belly kink fic! 😍 I've been longing for some. Loved this!

[chubbyrobo]

*gets unflagged by tumblr*

*writes a n / s / f / w fic and sticks it in a couple of tags*

*post doesn't show up in tags*

Hmm. Maybe it contained some keywords that made the search algorithm hide it? So we're gonna try to advertise this fic another way:

If you wanna read about Godzilla and King Ghidorah doing things that you shouldn't be reading about if you're at work, click this link.

[chubbyrobo]

you know you want some godzilla/ghidorah banging

I see your “MonsterVerse titans rigidly follow A/B/O fanfic tropes that determine everything about their sexual, romantic, and parental roles, such that the biggest & strongest is always a top, always dominant, always aggressive and controlling, and always the fathering party” and I raise you a “but, instead of that, what if the biggest meanest most dangerous bastard in the galaxy desperately wants to get choked a little and take it up the ass”

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Godzilla was slammed to the ground, his entire view filled with massive wings and writhing golden scales, crushing a low building underneath him; but the tackle was wild and Ghidorah couldn't get their teeth in, so Godzilla had no trouble using the momentum of the tackle to roll Ghidorah over and kick them into the river.

While Ghidorah was flailing in the water, trying to get off of their own wing and back on their feet, Godzilla lunged for the suspension bridge, grabbed one of longest cables, and ripped at it. It tore out of its supports; the bridge shook and sagged, and as Godzilla took up the cable in both claws and turned toward Ghidorah, the bridge splashed down into the water.

As Godzilla lunged onto Ghidorah from behind, looping the cable around their center throat, he had only one word on his mind: Strangle.

Ghidorah, on the other hand, had one very different word on their minds: Leash?

Which made it a hell of a shock to both titans when Ghidorah's automatic reaction was not to snap the cable between their jaws, jerk it from Godzilla's hands, turn around, and counterattack; but to let their wings give out from under them, drop their chest in the river, arch their back, lift their tails, and press their haunches back against Godzilla.

Godzilla froze.

The moment of hesitation gave Ghidorah a chance to snap out of it. Two-thirds of Ghidorah, anyway. Ichi, mouth half open and eyes half lidded and brain half oxygen deprived, was still entirely focused on the sensation of a cold hard cable twisted securely around his neck, and only started to come to when Ni and San got their wings back under them. The outer two heads turned to snap at Godzilla's face until he let go of the cable, and they darted down the river.

Or they tried to, at least.

Chest down ass up was a difficult position from which to get back to any sort of nimble position; before they could get out of range, Godzilla flung himself on them again, knocking them over. Although they were taller than Godzilla, his central body mass was larger; and pinned chest down, they couldn't use their wings, couldn't use their legs, and could only barely use their heads against him. Their only weapon was their spiny clubbed tails. Which could certainly do a lot of damage if they brought them down on Godzilla's back.

But this time, when Godzilla got both ends of the cables in one hand again and jerked back sharply, he wasn't surprised when Ghidorah froze, tails still raised to strike. With a lunge, he got them pinned down too underneath one foot. He inadvertently pulled the cable tighter in the process; he felt the cable vibrate as Ichi let out a low groan, although the sound was constricted into a hot wheeze. Godzilla tried not to think about what effect that cable might be having on parts of Ghidorah that were currently, blessedly, underwater.

There was still a chance that Ghidorah could throw him off if they tried. But they weren't trying. Godzilla could feel Ghidorah trembling under him, muscles tensing and loosening, like they were battling with themselves rather than Godzilla. Ni and San were both hissing, twisting to try to gnaw at the cable; but neither one went for the hand holding the cable, and every once in a while they cast looks at him that were heated with something more than just hatred.

He didn't give Ghidorah another opportunity to change their minds about their situation. He pushed his full weight on top of Ghidorah's back, dug the claws of his free hand into a vulnerable fleshy space just above where their spines joined into one—Ni and San hissed in pain, while Ichi was openly panting.

"This ends one of two ways," Godzilla said. "I kill you now—or you yield."

He wasn't sure he could kill Ghidorah now. He had access to a vulnerable spot, yes, but he didn't think he could reach a heart through it. At best, he could maim, and Ghidorah might still escape or turn the tables on him.

What he was hoping, though, was that Ghidorah's priorities were currently out of order enough that they wouldn't think of that.

The two heads that were still breathing properly exchanged a look, and silently elected Ni as their temporary spokeshead. "And what happens if we yield?"

"You're mine," Godzilla growled.

He did not, in the slightest bit, want possession of a three-headed flying space lizard that wanted to destroy his planet. But he'd fought Ghidorah often enough to know that every attempt at a fight to the death had equal odds of ending in a draw, Ghidorah's deaths, or his own death—and right now he thought he had better odds of persuading Ghidorah that they didn't actually want to destroy the world after all. 

At Godzilla's growl, Ni and San looked at him like he was crazy; but Ichi, his throat right next to Godzilla's face, let out a breathless whine and a shiver that Godzilla could feel against him as it traveled the entire length from Ichi's neck down to Ghidorah's tails; and then Ni and San were looking at Ichi like he was the crazy one.

But as Ichi's panting continued to get heavier—head so low it was almost in the water, mouth totally open and the tip of his tongue extended, twisted just enough to see Godzilla over their shoulder—Ni and San's disbelief wavered, turning more toward consideration, and then hunger. He could feel the moment they caved: their twitching and struggling muscles stopped moving beneath him, their wings and shoulders relaxing while their lower back and haunches went taut. It was no surprise when Ichi hissed, "We yield, we yield!"

"Good," Godzilla snarled—which earned him another shiver from Ghidorah—and he found himself wondering what, exactly, he was supposed to do with his newly-claimed... er... prisoners? slaves? pets??

They attempted to get their feet under them and push up against Godzilla's weight, pressing their haunches into his thighs again. Ni lowered himself near Ichi, watching Godzilla closely with jaw clamped shut tight but nevertheless beginning to breathe heavily; while San gave him the most open leer he'd ever received and said, "What's our prize for good behavior?"

Right. Of course. He had to seal the deal, didn't he? After a moment of hesitation, he shifted his weight off of Ghidorah's back and onto his feet, and unpinned Ghidorah's tails. They shot straight back into the air, allowing them to press back against Godzilla's groin with...

He actually wasn't sure what kind of hole that was. It was hot and it was wet, but it had just been underwater, and "hot and wet" didn't even narrow down all the options on Earth, who knew what a three-headed freak who'd fallen from the sky could be bringing with them?

Godzilla would take his chances. Just as long as the hole wasn't full of acid or fangs. He lined himself up and leaned over Ghidorah. "And you're going to keep behaving?"

"Yes, we swear!" Ichi said, which Godzilla didn't trust in the slightest, because neither other head looked in the least bit interested in the declaration and Ichi sounded very much like someone saying whatever he had to to get laid.

But Godzilla would take it. If nothing else, it ended this battle. And he'd ended battles in worse ways.

He tightened the cable again and slammed in, watching with some grim satisfaction as San's eyes crossed, Ni let out a long shuddering hiss, and Ichi's eyes rolled back as his tongue lolled out. Then he looked at the sky and pretended the body under him had large back plates and a nice thick tail.

Ghidorah, it turned out, was a shrieker.

[kaibutsinko]

Listen, we're all very familiar with Ghidorah being a top right? I see it in every fanart and fanfic, Ghidorah fucking Godzilla, Ghidorah fucking Rodan, etc.

But hear me out. Ghidorah, as in all 3 of them, is a top.

But Ichi?

*leans to the mic*

Ichi's a fucking bottom.

[chubbyrobo]

First Godzilla-themed post on here and I can think of no more important a one to kick off with than this one.

Thought: Ghidorah and Godzilla in battle, Godzilla gets Ichi in a headlock, and Ni & San are viciously fighting Godzilla off while Ichi is trying to hide the fact that he’s one tight squeeze away from popping a boner.

[chubbyrobo]

WORTH A SHOT.

WORTH A SHOT.

[chubbyrobo]

*UGLY TRIUMPHANT LAUGHTER*

[chubbyrobo]

WORTH A SHOT.

WORTH A SHOT.

[fuchsialilypads-deactivated2022]

prowl dump for the night. 

[birdenden]

忘れないうちにらくがきをアーカイブするのである。 しかしすげえ温度差の2枚だこれ。

Please give me Deadlock x Hot Rod. PLEASE.

[birden-den]

Hotlock意外とリブログされるのでまた描いちゃう

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(↓Original image)

…Finish!

Thank you ❤ and reblog for previous Hotlock roughs~~ IDK the background story of this picture. You just have to wonder……

Anyway, hotlock PLEASE.MORE.

まとめたかったのでリブログにぶら下げたけど、めちゃくちゃ長くなってしまうな…あと最初の記事に適当にくっつけたdriftrodが浮いてる感半端ない。 しかしこの画像怒られたらどうしよう…えっちな絵ではないはずだが。 誰ですか「信じて送り出したホットロッドが」とか言ったのは。何にもドハマりしたりしません。多分。

[alyonian-deactivated20200314]

@gemmaroses

[chubbyrobo]

Hey this isn’t actually a kinky post this is just me talking about my personal preferences in kinky fiction, because where else am I gonna talk about this?

One of my personal... not quite a turn off, not quite a pet peeve, but something that I don’t enjoy in kinky fic is when the story is placed in a setting where Everyone Is Doing The Kinky Thing.

Like if it’s a pregnancy story and It Seems Like Everyone In Town/In The Country/In The World Is Getting Pregnant Lately, Or Perhaps Everyone Has Always Been Really Pregnant All The Time Because That’s Just What People Are Like, Or If You Go To This College/Job You’ll Get Knocked Up Because Everyone At This College/Job Does.

Or if it’s a weight gain story and There Is A Cruise Where Everyone Gets Fat, Or Everyone Who Works At This Place Gains Weight, Or This Restaurant Makes Everyone Who Comes In Keep Coming Back And Gaining Weight, Or Everyone In This Town Gets Fat.

Or a wide variety of other kinks, but those are the two I’m using as examples because they’re the two I most commonly talk about on this blog—but I’ve seen it with lots of other kinks.

I get the sense that these stories come from a sense of “the fantasy Platonic Ideal for humanity (or, in many cases and very skeevily/uncomfortably, for women) is to be [this kink].” And I get that the authors, and the readers who like those stories, are probably into the idea of everyone either being actively engaged in the kink or else passively shaped in kink-compatible ways. I guess because like, it means that in this world it would be easier for them to IRL find someone who matches their personal preferences than it is in this world?

But, that goes directly against what I’m into in such stories. When I look for kink stuff, I like the idea that the main character I’m following is unusual, unique, an aberration—that they’re the star sex object of this piece, on a stage with a spotlight, the One doing the hot things. the contrast between the focus character and the rest of the mundane cast is part of the appeal. it’s like, “if everyone’s sexy, then no one is sexy.” if the ENTIRE cast has the Unusual kinky trait of the story, then it’s not Unusual. it’s just normal, in that setting. the Unusual-ness is part of the appeal.

And beyond that, particularly in stories where only women (and by that i mean cis women, because in such stories trans people typically don’t exist) get the kink treatment—and PARTICULARLY particularly in stories where the writer goes out of the way to HIGHLIGHT that only women get the kink treatment—it gives off this uncomfortable “All Women Should Be This Way (i.e., sexually appealing to me)” vibe that I, with my uterus that I didn’t volunteer for, Do Not Enjoy One Bit. And we veer off from “this doesn’t turn me on at all” into “i am now actively fighting to suppress my distaste because even marginally passable content is hard to find and maybe if i power through they’ll shut the fuck up about How All Women Are Like This and get back to the one singular main character’s story.”

I enjoy “this one woman decided to be and/or was made to be [kinky state] because that’s how her personal circumstances or personal proclivities drove her,” but i can’t enjoy “this woman became [kinky state] because it is woman’s inherent or ideal state to be so.”

[chubbyrobo]

I am so mad that I didn’t find your blog before the purge bc this is fucking excellent and exactly the TF stuff I am here for on this hellsite thank you!

THANKS ANON... I’m considering transferring my stuff to AO3 and continuing there, but I’ve gotta decide if I wanna make a new account or add it to my main account and out myself for all the weird kinks I’m into lol. If/when I do make up my mind and move to AO3 I’ll put up a post here saying so.

I also might remake here on a clean account that isn’t flagged. since i don’t post images and the transformers fandom dirty words don’t ping tumblr’s flags, i should be able to get away with business as usual for a while on the clean account without getting flagged.

Anyway I’m still around, even tho I only log onto this account once in a blue moon. you’re still welcome to send me asks and questions and prompts and shit.

[chubbyrobo]

oh thank god, my blog still exists

[chubbyrobo]

harutemu

I WAS WONDERING

harutemu

you liiive!

HAHA YEAH i’ve been doing nanowrimo and haven’t been keeping up with my dash the last few weeks

[berrygrope]

vos would look great with a tightly stuffed belly, one that’s still really firm from a feeding binge so it’s just big and round and all he can do is lay down on a pillow pile and let one of his teammates massage his swollen gut

[maxwants2fragrobos]

And between rubs Vos is forced to swallow up sweet fuel. Panting and moaning as his belly grows more and definitely in need of more rubs.

[berrygrope]

vos ends up being totally pinned under the weight of his bulbous belly, completely unable to sit up by himself, not that he really wants to at the moment. the feeling of tender hands massaging his growing tummy is just too good.

[chubbyrobo]

If you search kingkaard or kingofspades you might find more stuff!

bless you anon

[chubbyrobo]

oh thank god, my blog still exists