Hello, my name is CoupleBeersin. I create mostly transformer content. While I am not the best at writing or drawing, I wanted to make this a place to throw myself into and develop ideas.
While most likely a lot of ideas will not be completed, I am pushing myself to get creative again.
Feel free to send in any asks, I'm a pretty laid back individual.
:)
AO3 Account:
https://archiveofourown.org/users/CoupleBeersIn
Yums đȘ
âïžWanna see my stuff and not reposts? Search for #couplebeersin
Mechpreg
Valveplug
Sticky Interfacing
AUs
Everyone gets to ship what they want
Yucks đ€Ą
Unnecessary Criticism
Making someone feel bad for how they portray a fictional character.
đŁ "Freedom is the right of all sentient beings!"
Rudeness towards free content being posted for your enjoyment.
đŁïž - I want people to have fun, be cringe, and do whatever the hell you want.
Perhaps a shattered glass Skyfire x Starscream for intoxication where Skyfire drugs him into thinking they live a happy little life?
Thanks for the ask! đI'm gonna use you as an example for tumblr posting :3
I'm gonna post the board I'm working off of with this square marked off:
And then here's a little snippet of the fic, with the rest under the cut! For a purely AO3 posted fic, the link would go here. :3
Lastly and most importantly the tags! I'll put a little block warnings here, and then more tags down below for blocking and finding purposes. Remember not to censor words, participants! Censoring words only makes it harder for those who don't want to see to block fic and art.
Warnings for: Mind altering intoxication, implied sexual assault, captivity, implied poisoning.
Intoxication:
There was something amiss.
Starscream peered down at his hands as he stood at his fuel prep station. They were pristine as always, shining white plating and well-oiled joints.
There was something amiss.
His hands fascinated him, the healthy finish, most of all. He felt good, healthy- and there was something amiss with that.
He'd- They'd slept in that morning, but Starscream woke up first, and wanted to do something nice for his âŹïžâŹïžâŹïžâŹïžâŹïžâŹïž- No, that was wrong, Skyfire was his spouse, surely.
Skyfire kept him maintained, worked hard in their idyllic little life to keep his frail frame healthy and work for their living. If Starscream was one for finery outside of Skyfire's preference, he was sure he'd always be dripping with jewels and precious metals.
And that was wrong, somehow, a part of him whispered. There was no part of the planet that should be able to produce-
"Starscream."
Starscream jumped, sending the cube of fuel he'd been dispensing flying and clattering to disperse and spread on the floor.
It was almost devastating, to see the precious resource wasted because of him- but the vice of fear around his spark was worse-
He turned, for some reason feeling a tremble take up in his frame.
"Skyfire-" He started, but stopped, stopped by something, some process. His lover's face was placid, relieved, even if those red optics blazed down at him something fierce.
"You're out of bed." Skyfire said, casually. "Are you feeling alright?"
Starscream felt great, better than he had - had- had before, before what? It wasn't right, he knew he was sick.
He could say nothing, with the grip of dread choking him. Was he really so jumpy? Instead he nodded, not trusting of what his response could be.
Skyfire moved from him briefly to activate the cleaning drone system, and then came back to rest his huge hand in the space between Starscream's low neck and wings.
"Let me get you some fuel." He purred, before directing Starscream to their seating area.
How sweet was he? To soothe his clumsy conjunx, to make sure he was taken care of? Skyfire was telling him all the time he would do anything for him, all he needed to do was relax, and it would all be taken care of for him.
There was something wrong with it all, something askew in his world but just out of his grasp. He was a scientist so he should be able to- no, he wanted to br a scientist? But instead Skyfire was taking care of him?
He looked down at his hands and startled to find them pristine, instead of chipped and dull, and most importantly stained with the life fluids of other Cybertronians.
He could feel the impression of a sword's hilt in his hand, when a cube alighted next to his open palm. Starscream looked up and up, where Skyfire was stood over him, holding the cube between his thumb and forefinger. His optics gleamed their beautiful red, and he watched expectantly.
Starscream looked back to the cube, and took in it's deep hie as compared to Skyfire's own.
His mouth went dry, as he brought both hands to cup around it.
"This is my med-grade?" He asked weakly.
A smile spread over Skyfire's face.
"Of course, my spark." He assured warmly. "I even added that static dissipator compound you like, it should calm the spinning of that overactive pulse for you."
Starscream ruminated as fast as he could, which was glacial as compared to before- When before? Where before?- and looked back at Skyfire one more time.
The huge mech look at him intensely.
In just a split second, his expression softened back out into gentle interest.
"Something wrong, Star?" Skyfire asked placidly.
"N-no." Starscream said, and brought the cube that much closer. "I justâŠ."
Skyfire motioned him to go on.
"Can- I meanâŠ. Could we perhaps go flying after this? I think I would be okay to do a short flight." He glanced down at his cube and froze still, seeing an absolute look of malice pass over Skyfire's expression.
He brought the cube to his mouth and drank, feeling strongly- wrongly -SURELY wrongly, that this was his only safe motion.
It was delicious- tasted good like a drop of fuel after a long period of starvation (Why would he know what anything like starvation was like??).
He couldn't help but drink deep.
Skyfire was serene and pleased with him when he looked back up, with half the fuel down.
"Finish your fuel." His lover prompted. "And if you feel properly energized after, I would love to take you on a flight. It's a good day, when you're feeling better."
There were already prickles of discomfort sliding through Starscream's lines somehow, but for some reason so much was already less alarming, his spouse's behavior included.
He felt warm, and the warmth spread in frame in his next mouthful.
Another gulp, and the world was prettier. One more, his frame felt that much heavier, and he was relaxing, frame sunk into his luxurious couch more and more.
What could've been wrong? The cube dissipated as he finished it, and his levels pinged him back a cheery full. Skyfire took his hand in both of his, and when Starscream looked at him, he saw only beneficence.
"How are your tanks feeling?" He asked, and Starscream knew the smooth calculation in that voice was pure care, he'd never allow anything bad to happen to him.
"A little unsettled." Starscream said, though part of him felt far away, dreamy.
There was nothing amiss, Skyfire would take care of him.
"I want to fly." He admitted, and his mouth felt looser, but he felt safer. "But I don't think it's a good idea." He didn't know why he didn't think it was a good idea- probably because he was sick.
Skyfire leaned in and nuzzled his face, nipped at his jaw with unsaid suggestion. Heat flashed through his frame.
"No, my darling one." He murmured, and Starscream leaned into the contact. His interface systems could prime in a moment, for his love.
"As tempting as it is to let those filthy Deceptions peek from their holes see you so well cared for- you're all mine. Forever."
There is a light and dark side for all sorts of tastes. Feel free to send in ask requests, follow, or even join and submit your own works. It's a free event for everyone, just make sure you follow the rules and TAG YOUR STUFF. đïžâš
Dead Dove Summer 2026, a casual bingo fan event for kinky, dark and taboo topics! Run By StarlightCaptivator- Strictly 18+ ONLY
Square- Objectification
Couple - Starscream x Bumblebee
Warning: Objectification, implied dark themes, mind control/manipulation, Stockholm syndrome.
The waiting was the worst part.Â
Despite knowing he shouldnât, Bumblebee couldnât help tapping the tips of his fingers together. The little âTink! Tink! Tink!â helped sooth his nerves in the dimly light habsuite. He had already gone through the usual self soothing ways to try and combat his twitchy nerves. Counting ceiling tiles, there were 56. Tracing the rivets on the floor that ran from one side of the room to the other. Reciting the Cybertronian Gylph Grid back to front.Â
Short of just sitting up and taking a walk, Bumblebee waited on the cold ground in his âspotâ. It was the spot he knew to lay down in when his Owner wanted to play when he got back. The other would be disappointed in him if he didn't obey.
His fingers stopped their tapping as a new sound filled the room, it was the habsuiteâs door lock. Stopping his fidgeting, Bumblebee let his body go limp, side pressed against the floor as he let gravity pull his full weight down. The door opened with a âFwooshâ, signaling a figure entering the room. A pair of thruster decorated feet entered, stopping at the entry way.
There was a click and the lights brightened, causing Bumblebee to squint and blink to readjust. But as the feet started across the room and the door closed, he willed them to stop, holding his breath. A sort of nervous energy shot like lightning up his body, causing his spark to spin faster. One of his fingers twitched.Â
âWhat the-?â The feet stopped just an arm's length away. If Bumblebee reached out he could capture the foot, wrap his hand around the ankle and pull the individual onto the floor with him. But he waited, holding his breath as the figure crouched, pushing his side so his face turned upwards.
âI swear, if someoneâs been touching my thingsâŠâ Starscream scowled as he reached down and picked the fallen Bumblebee off the ground. He held the smaller bot in both hands at arms length, examining the stock still autobot for any damage.Â
âThey should know better than to mess with my âStuffyâ.â The flight commander purred and pulled the yellow bot close, wrapping his arms around the prone figure and humming to himself. Starscream felt warm, his body heat quickly warming Bumblebee from his long wait on the cold floor.Â
âItâs alright, Iâm here now. Iâm sorry you had to sleep on that cold cold floor. Here, let's get you back in bed.â Starscream lightened his hold as he adjusted the smaller bot, carefully placing him on top of the duvet that covered the sleeping slab.Â
When this had all first started, Bee had been enraged by the treatment. Picked up and moved around like nothing more than a toy. Forced to play by Starscreamâs rules or suffer. Thinking back on it now, waiting was actually not the worst part. The loneliness and cold used to be the worst. Back before Bumblebee knew how to play the game.
As he sank down into the plush material, processor going a little gooey from the warmth of the otherâs frame and now the softness of the covers, Bee knew he had made the right choice in giving in to the Starscreamâs demands. He desperately wanted to reach out and pull the Seeker down with him, but he had to wait. That wasnât how this game was played.Â
Starscream busied himself with adjusting the material around Bumblebee, grinning as he made a mockery of a proper nest around the âStuffyâ. âThere we go, all nice and cozy.â He reached down and gently tapped the tip of Beeâs nose. âOh, I almost forgot. Canât forget your accessories.â Starscream reached into the nightstand next to the slab, pulling open a drawer filled with all sorts of things. Most of which made Beeâs mouth water. The seeker pulled out a grey and black ring, a stasis collar.Â
Bee held his breath as the collar was fitted around his neck, locking into place with a soft âclick!â. Instantly he felt his body go limp on its own, limbs dragged down until they were flush to the bed as he now found them too heavy to lift. Fuzzy feelings started to lick at his processor, a familiar buzz ringing in his ear as the collar reached full power before going silent. He was unable to lift his limbs, his hips, even his head. All the while Starscream was grinning down at him, drinking in the sight of the now helpless autobot.Â
 âNow with that settled, stay right there and donât move while I wash off, itâs been a rather long day.â Starscream reached back down and gently turned Beeâs head, directing his eyeline to the closed private washrack. A clawed talon slowly slid down his cheek before it left, making Bee feel cold and alone once again despite the plushness surrounding his frame. He wanted to reach out and take that warm hand again, nuzzle it, but his body couldnât.
Starscream turned and walked to the private washrack door, itâs door swishing open to reveal a decently stocked washrack. It had taken a while, but Bumblebee still felt pride swell up in him as he thought back to the day Starscream trusted him enough to have access.Â
The washrack door stayed open, giving the yellow bot a glance inside. Starscream quickly stepped under the nozzle, tapping in a few buttons to get it to the temperature he preferred before solvent began to pour out.Â
Steam quickly rose from the shower as the solvent hit Starscreamâs body, rolling off that tri-colored plating. Bumblebee could only lay still and watch as the other bathed himself, taking a rag to buff and wipe at his armor. Moisture began to accumulate in the autobots mouth as he watched Starscream twist and turn to rub at spots along his frame. How his hands worked in between the seams from his arms, down to his feet. Bending over to give an enticing view of his back plate from across the room.
Bumblebee could only stare as the other popped his spike plating, giving a breathy moan just loud enough to be heard over the splattering solvent. Star took his spike in hand and worked the rag up and down, giving it a few lazy teasing pumps before pulling away to wash at his thighs and back up to his chest. Following the rag, Bumblebee felt his face heat as he caught a glimpse of that coy grin the seeker was trying to hide behind the cloth.
By now Bumblebeeâs valve was well lubricated, his spike pinging request after request to pop out from behind his panel. But the stasis collar wouldnât allow it. This wasnât how the game worked.Â
Bumblebeeâs entire body gave an involuntary shutter as the shower was turned off. He tried to focus on the wall to Starscreamâs right as the seeker dried himself, making sure none of the solvent followed him out. By now the room was warm, creating a cozy contrast from earlier.
âA quick polish and time for bed.â Starscream spoke aloud, Bumblebee unsure if it was being directed at him or the seeker himself. The sound of the polish buffer filled the room along with the heavenly aroma of the Seekerâs typical polish. An almost fresh pine mixed with lavender, Beeâs favorite. The aroma mixed with the warm atmosphere of the room, tucked into the nest of blankets, sent the smaller botâs head spinning into a warm mess.
His body tightened, valve the only thing able to twitch as the stasis collar kept him at bay. Oh how he wanted to spring up and barge into the wash rack, bury his face into the seekerâs chest and never come back up for air. Put his hands on those devilishly divine hips and take Star up against the warm wash rack wall, burying his spike into that plush valve. Maybe if he was a good Stuffy he would get a treat later? Starscream as always in a better mood after a few overloads.
The buffer powered off, itâs slowing âwhiiiirl!â bringing Bumblebee out of his lust filled day dream. Bumblebee made sure to relax his body as Star exited the wash rack, its door closing behind him. His eyes tracked the seeker as he pittered around the habsuite, flicking on a soft dimmed table lamp, going back to the door to turn off the lights, and picking up a data pad before slipping into bed next to him.Â
âFinally, some alone time. Primus knows I donât get enough time to read trying to keep all of Cybertron from imploding in on itself.â Starscream chuckled as he got into a comfortable position, back and wings pressed flat against the wall, resting on top of the duvet cover with a thigh barely touching one of Beeâs hips. The seeker turned on the datapad and dropped his hand, idly petting the top of the still prone scoutâs yellow head.
With the mix of gooey processor and gentle pettings, Bumblebeeâs mind was a complete mess. all earlier nerves and thoughts gone as he laid there, prone and immobile. He didnât even notice his engine began to rumble, desperately wanting to lean into the the seekerâs petting. Starscream must have taken note of the rumbles as his hand came to a full stop, shifting as he peered down at the yellow mech.
âNow, what's this? Stuffyâs donât make rumbles.â Bumblebee froze, rumble dying as the Seeker set his datapad on the night stand. With the lamp casting a shadow over the other from this angle, all Bee could make out were his red optics and outlining of his helm. Hands were on him in an instant, the yellow bot unable to even make a sound as he was man handled into the otherâs lap. He sat in Starscream's lap, back pressed against the seekerâs chest.
âHow odd, I donât remember putting a vibrator in this Stuffy.â Bee felt the nerves back as a clawed fingertip slipped under his chin, forcing his head back to look up and gain eye contact with Starscream. The other smirked as he gently moved his clawed fingertip, scratching the yellow scout under his chin.
âMy sweet Stuffy.â Starscream purred, putting his face closer to the smaller botâs. Those red optics were hungry. Â
There was a flurry of movements as Starscream flipped them, pushing the yellow bot into the plush fabric of the duvet, looming above him with his wings fully extended.
âAh, look at how sweet my Stuffy is. Waiting for me all day. Iâm sure it gets so lonely without me here.â Starscream cooed, using his clawed fingertip to once again go under Beeâs chin, but this time slowly dragged it down the autobotâs font. He would dip and brush any seam along the way, searching for any spots that had yet to be discovered. Finally, it stopped on Beeâs modesty panel, rubbing gently against the warming metal.
âWhat a wonderful little doll, I definitely made the right choice in getting you.â The seeker gave a wolfish grin as he moved his claw around, digging into the seams between the modesty panel and the scoutâs legs, searching for something.
Bumblebee felt his frame was on fire as the seeker explored, eyes welling up with unushered tears as he couldnât so much as lift an arm to try and stop the other. To beg him not to tease. Finally the claw snagged something, sending Bumblebeeâs panel open with a loud âShink!â. Both his valve and spike popped out of their housing, the air cooling his overheated array.
Bumblebee felt his body give a small shudder, closing his eyes to try and will himself to keep still and be quiet. Be quiet, donât move. That's how the game worked. Followed the rules, get rewarded. Break them and be alone. He knew these rewards and consequences well.
âOh would you look at how darling that is. Such a cute little spike.â Starscream chuckled, using two fingers to gently circle the tip, running them down the underside and stopping at the outer rim of the valve. âAnd such a naughty looking valve. Those toy makers should be ashamed of themselves.â Star used a single digit to gently push one of Bumblebeeâs valve lips aside, gently blowing air into the now exposed protoflesh.
Bumblebee felt his face and body explode into flames, processor still caught in that gooey feeling from before and now downright shame. Starscream was calling his spike âcuteâ, degrading it to nothing more than an extra feature. And his valve, now completely soaked and twitching, was on full display. Shame filled him, making the yellow mech wanting to move his hands and cover his shame. But the stasis collar kept him still and compliant, like a good toy.
âItâs okay now. You're my Stuffy, and I take care of my toys.â Starscream promised before moving further down the bed. He got between Bumblebeeâs thighs, idly stroking the spike as he played with the twitching valve. Bee felt his processor start to melt further, the nerves from before now fully blown away. That's right, Star took care of his toys, he would take care of him. He would be taken care of.Â
A finger gently pushed past his wet lips, breaching the inside of his valve. Bumblebeeâs vents gave a stutter as he was taken by surprise by the sudden intrusion. Starscream stopped, finger heavy and warm inside.
âOooh, did I find the ON switch?â Star slid the finger in deeper before curling it, pushing against the valveâs ceiling. Beeâs frame jerked, trying to gasp but nothing came out. The clawed talon hooked inside, tip threatening to pierce the ceiling. Tears began to well behind his eyes, wanting to beg. But he wasnât sure if it was to stop or stop teasing.
Starscream finally uncurcled his finger and worked it in and out. He reached for the autobotâs weeping spike, firmly grasping the base and working it like he had his own in the wash rack.
The curling was in time with the pumps he gave Beeâs spike. All the yellow bot could do was silently cry, a few whimpers able to break through. As a second finger slipped in with the first, his frame gave another jerk, hot white shame and bliss flooded Beeâs processor as he overloaded. His valve cycled down, trying to suck the finger deeper as his spike spluttered, shooting thick globs of lavender with enough force to hit his own chest, cover Starscreamâs hand, and run down both their plating in lazy rivets.
Bumblebee wanted to cry and trash as that deliciously warm hand left his spike, the seeker bringing the soiled hand to his face. Starscream examined his hand and leaned forward to give it an experimental lick, running his tongue over lavender stained digits. Bee stared wide eyed at the lewd scene, wishing desperately he didnât have the collar on so he could also get a taste.
âWhat a mess Iâve made. Not only do I have to clean this up now, I have to refill my Stuffy.â Starscream tutted, clearly talking to himself and ignoring Bee who laid beneath him, blue eyes brightening at the word ârefillâ. Bee felt his processor fizzle as two fingers, still deep in his valve, gave an exploratory curl.Â
âI wonder, where is your fluid intake? Canât have my Stuffy running on empty.â Starscream hummed as his fingers began to slide back and forth, this time slower and more methodical. The digits smoothed and glided around his valve, touching nodes deep in him. After coming off his first overload Bee was feeling the world slip away, the stimulation lulling him back into that warm fuzzy haze. Everything felt warm and fluttery, the slight pressure sending him deeper into his own processor.
Yes yes, he was a good Stuffy. He was Starscreamâs Stuffy. Starscream took care of his toys. He would take care of him.
Bumblebee choked on a silent moan as a third finger was added, the digits now pressing firmly into the ceiling of his valve. Right on a spot only they knew, one the sadistic seeker loved to toy with like the buttons on a remote. Pleasure shot through Beeâs array, spike inflating quickly like a balloon as his valve gushed a new wave of lubricant down his channel and coating the otherâs fingers.Â
âThere it is. Now let's see the best way for me to get my spike in.â Starscream turned Bumblebee onto his side, straddling one leg and throwing the other over his shoulder. Bee was unable to turn his face away from the plushness of the duvet at the new pose, feeling his air ways being constricted by the new position. Starscream stretched the leg fully to have it hooked over his shoulder, using both hands to pull the prone autobot closer all the while grinning as his spike lined up perfectly to the now gaping valve.Â
âSo cute and sweet, just for me.â Starscreamâs engine gave a rumble, using his thumb to rub a circle into the smaller mechâs hip in a soothing manner. The words sent Bumblebeeâs frame to relax in the hold, vision starting to swim as the gooey heat came back full force. Beeâs eyes rolled into the back of his head as the spike slowly breached his valve, pushing past the lips and sliding in almost hilt deep in one go. His prone body was jostled as Star jerked his hips in, making sure his spike was fully inside.
âThats it, take it all. Oh by the Thirteen.â Starscreamâs moan came out breathy and low, hips swirling to make sure the spike nestled nicely inside the gushing valve. Moving a hand up to the lifted leg, the seeker used the leverage to pull his hips back before giving a sharp thrust back in. Bumblebee was able to open his mouth at last, drool pooling out to wetten the fabric scrunched beneath his head.
The yellow mech wanted to sob as the spike started to move, Starscream finding a rhythm that stimulated Beeâs insides. The tri-colored seeker above him grunted, rolling his hips in time with his pulling on the leg, making sure to drive deep. The wet squelching between them sounded obscene, the hot flames of shame once again trying to lick at Beeâs mind.
âSuch a mess my Stuffy made. But you are nothing more than a toy, so what else did I expect? Just laying there all day for me in bed, waiting for me to come home and use you. Just for me, all for me.â Starscream picked up the pace, his wings providing that extra power to thrust until their hips fully met, smearing the fluid now pouring out of Beeâs valve between them.Â
Yes, he was Starscreamâs toy. His little Stuffy. Not useful for anything but to wait in his bed all day and be used. His little spike is nothing but a cute extra feature and valve warm and wet for the Seekerâs use. His use, only his.Â
Bumblebee shuttered out as he came to his second overload, fingers spasming as he tried to get them to work. He wanted to hold something, to grip something solid and ground himself to reality. But without that ability he was left with a buzzing processor and more drool pooling beneath his head. Starscream gave a few more powerful thrusts before grabbing the leg and hugging it to his chest, pulling the yellow bot impossibly deeper onto his spike as his transfluid shot out. Bee twitched and whimpered as the warm thick liquid filled him, valve cycling down to try and hold the spike in place as it pumped. Starscream was claiming him, inside and out. Just as it should be.
Despite his best effort, Starscream slipped out with a wet squelch before gently unhooking his leg, making sure to massage the hip joint as he lowered the appendage back down. Star cooed and spoke warm words as he massaged the joint, but Bumblebee couldnât make out what they were. His processor still buzzing with the afterglow of his second overload and coming down from the warm gooey feeling still lingering in his mind.Â
The seeker said something and moved away, Beeâs spark spun faster as he saw Star leave. Why was he leaving? He wanted to go after him, to whimper and cry out, but he was a Stuffy. Stuffys didnât speak or move. They just laid there and waited for their owners to come home. Good for nothing but laying there and being what Starscream wanted, whenever he wanted. Bee closed his eyes, trying to focus on evening out his breath instead. He would wait, he would wait for Starscream. Star would take care of him.Â
A warm rag between his thighs and gently cleaning his valve brought the yellow scout back, snapping his eyes open to look down at where Starscream had his hand. The other was soft and gentle, wiping away the mixture of transfluid and lubricant. Warmth seeped back into his array, but Bumbelbee didnât have it in him to get his spike hard again, valve cycling slowly. He was used up.Â
âThat's my good Stuffy. Lets move you away from the mess.â Bee caught that, only able to brace himself by stiffening up as Starscream lifted him and set him on the other side of the duvet, on a clean side. The seeker busied himself with folding the sheet and placing another blanket down, transferring the still prone Bumblebee back over and onto the clean one. The soiled sheet was shucked to the floor, forgotten for later.Â
After a quick scrub down of himself, Starscream quickly climbed back into the bed, circling himself around the still prone autobot. He nudged his arms around Bee, taking the smaller mech into his embrace. Bumblebee found his face smushed into the Seekerâs chest, now able to fully inhale the scent he had smelled seeping from the wash rack. Pine and lavender. It took every once of strength he had left but he was able to snuffle his face closer, breathing that pine and lavender scent. This was where he belonged.
At some point Bumblebee must have fallen asleep, curled up in the Seekerâs arms, safe and warm. When he came too there was a gentle movement running up and down his back, sharpened fingertips tracing glyphs into the back of his armor. He gave a test twitch of his finger, able to now finally use it. Reaching up he checked his neck, unsure how to feel about the stasis collar, his âaccessoriesâ missing from it. But a gentle push of hands had him sinking back down into the bed, Starscream petting his side before going back to tracing his back plating.
âWhat are you spelling?â Bee knew his voice came out staticky, mind still fuzzy but slowly coming to. He couldnât feel any shame for how he sounded, too tired to care now.
âMy Love.â A series of glyphs were traced. âMy Spark.â Another set gently gilded and curved into the still sensitive metal. âMy World.â This time the glyphs were accompanied by a kiss to the top of his helm, making his frame sag back strutless into the freshly changed out duvet. Bee felt his spark spin a little faster, the words lingering in his head like a mantra. Where before he would have cringed at the possessive words, he now found comfort in them. Starscream took care of him, it was only right he got to claim him as well. Spark and mind.
âYou sure like claiming what's yours, donât you?â Bee chuckled, sighing as he got another kiss to the helm. Starscream tightened his hold, those claws digging into his plating. But Bee felt the warmth seeping between them calming his spinning spark. This was where he belonged, this was who he belonged to. As Starscream said, he took care of his toys.Â
Starting my card for @meridianbarony's Dead Dove Summer >:D
I'm a bit on the lighter side but I will have fun with it! If anyone else still wants to join it's a super low key event that will take art and fic into a collection, hosted here https://www.tumblr.com/deaddovesummer
Welcome to Dead Dove Summer! A casual 18+ fanwork event!
The purposes of this event are as follows:
Present a list of prompts that are kinky, dark and/or taboo.
Present a casual timeline of creation to take the pressure off of creating something immediately.
Have fun and share our stuff with each other while keeping everything labeled. Think of this like a cake convention. If you don't want red velvet, don't take a slice ;)
In the next few days I'll be posting the bingo boards and some basic guidelines/ideas for how people can do this event. As the mod, I plan to be participating myself, so I will be fairly hands off save for answering asks, posting submissions to this blog and maybe creating a collection on Ao3.
Possible FAQ:
First and foremost: This hasn't been a question yet but works generated by AI are not welcome in this event.
People dreamed and created works Only.
Q: The mod is StarlightCaptivator? Does this mean this event is Transformers fandom only?
A: Nope! Though I don't expect this event to go much further than TF fandom. TF is a fandom ripe for dark and kinky topics explored in a way that is much more palatable for some folks. Do what you want though, I'm not your mom.
Q: So is this a Fanfiction only event?
A: Nope! Fic or art is welcome. Of course, being hosted on Tumblr means we have some.... visual restrictions, but as long as the links are above board, links to bluesky, pixiv or other sites that host content tumblr doesn't are cool. Or try on tumblr, still not your mom. (another perk of tf fandom, to be honest)
Q: What If I don't want to tag stuff?
A: Then this event may not be for you! It's literally on the bag! Tags within chapters are cool, Art will need to be tagged by the artist, not just tossed into submission willy-nilly. I'm trying to have fun here too you know.
I'm sure this will grow as we go, I'm looking forward to what everyone will be making!
I'll be participating in Dead Dove Summer. I'll be posting some snippets about the works I'm doing and post their links from AO3 on here. Send in any requests and I'll see what I can do! âïžđ„
hate it when you see something in media that has great kink potential so you skedoodle post-haste to ao3 only to discover there's none fic left beef and then you have to sit there going oh I see I'M the pervert weirdo I'M the problem with society and everyone else in the world is going to heaven with a hundred innocence dollars preloaded onto their ole fashioned wholesome funtimes themepark fast pass card like fuckin oath man
#particularly when its something you're not even actually into but its just so Obvious how could it Not be on ao3#but then it isnt. do you have a duty to place the fic in its rightful ecological niche just because you have the vision?#do you have to track down a perv of the appropriate disposition and gift it to them?#do you leave well enough alone even though you can See the absence like a wound in the side of Truth?
"There's a famous cover to Quasar #29 where he's depicted as pregnant but IN THE ACTUAL COMIC IT'S JUST A COCOON FETUS IMPLANTED IN HIS BACK by a beautiful trans woman and so basically i just want to impregnate him for realsies this time. he's such a sweet soft boy he was kicked out of SHIELD for not being aggressive or murdery enough he used to keep an alien god entity in his garage."
[Drift]
"Look at him; he's got childbearing hips. Fanfics [1] and [2]."
"drift wants a way to prove they can be a good person. that they ARE one now. that they're different. if you gave them a kid they'd try so fucking hard. they'd be overbearing sure but drift would really try. i think they'd see a kid as a chance to prove they're redeemed while being nervous that they might break this one too. maybe they'll think of wing... that they get a chance to do something good. to help someone become the best version of themself. i think drift would want that."
Adding Fanfic Drift Mpreg Propaganda of him and Ratchet being cute at the beach. Drift needs this guys!
âRatchet, will you stop worrying? I can do this, I wanna do this.â Drift waved off the hail his Conjuxa Endura sent across their shared comm link. The two alt mod vehicles were cruising down the scenic highway side by side, traveling at a leisurely pace. Ratchet had him towards the outermost lane, taking the middle in case âsome boot head wasn't looking where they were goingâ. Ever since dropping the bombshell revelation that he was Sparked, Ratchet had been a bundle of nerves and sire protocols.
The ambulance had fretted that he was too old, never imaging himself potentially chasing after a little ambulance of their own one day. Would he be able to keep up? Be there for the Sparkling when needed? He even thought about quitting his job at Iacon hospital to help baby proof the domicile. But Drift would coo and tease him, reminding the Autobots CMO he wasn't that old and he loved his job. A little bitlet wasn't going to completely upturn their lives. As long as they had each other, things would be fine.Â
Drift let his eyes wander to the coast they were cruising along, taking delight in the solvent breeze and smell of silica sand wavering up from the shore. It was a perfect day, the best type of day to spend down at the beach. Well, it would be if he couldn't feel his spark mate's worry still creeping through the edges of their bond.Â
âDrift, I know you can do this, but you really shouldn't in your condition.â Ratchet tried to reason, getting an exasperated groan from his husband.Â
âRatchet, I am carrying, not dying. And First Aid said we have at least 3 more weeks until I can't transform anymore. Come on, I need this before I'm stuck in root mode and too fat to change back.â The flashy white and red muscle car sighed, already feeling sluggish and big. He wanted to get out while he was still able to, the prospect of âmaternity leaveâ, as Rodimus had put it, was heavy on his mind. Along with other things.
âDrift, you ain't fat. You're carrying our sparkling.â The line between them went quiet for a moment before Ratchet spoke back up. âFine, I'll stop harping on it. Just don't come crying to me if we get stuck out here because you can't change back.â Ratchet tried to act indifferent but the Medic was clearly still filled with worry. They came up on the turn off, pulling up to where the sand met the pavement. With a few quick transformations the two were back on their feet.
Drift stretched his arms above his head, groaning as the new weight around his front pulled against his back plating. In a few more months they would meet the little one and Drift couldn't wait to be rid of all the symptoms that came with carrying. He never put any blame on the bitlet, but you could only wake up so many mornings with Energon reflex, sore plating, and destabilized axle joints before you got tired of it.Â
Looking over to his husband, Drift smirked as he caught Ratchet looking up and down his frame. He turned at an angle to better accentuate his showing belly, hands splayed under the extended front. Drift popped a hip, revving his engine at the medic.Â
Not caring at being caught, Ratchet smirked and leaned in. Placing a light kiss on his Conjuxaâs cheek plate. Driftâs head finals wiggled, trying to keep himself from giggling like a youngling at the open display of affection.Â
âCome on, sooner we get in the sooner we can get back and I can pick the sand out of my seam.â Ratchet snorted, leading the way onto the beach. With it being a work day it was mostly empty, the citizens of Iacon slaving away behind their desks and stations back in the city. A few small families milled about, younglings screaming and running amuck as they chased each other in and out of the water, their creators watching from the safety of their umbrellas or chasing right after their little mini clones.
Ratchet found a good spot, quickly pulling out the umbrella and two lounge chairs from his subspace. As his husband set up their staked out claim of turf, Drift couldn't help but walk to the edge of the shore, letting his feet get wet in the tempered solvent that crashed upon the sand. The horizon was a soft blue, its surface calm despite the ripples as it crashed to the shore in small shows of strength. Turning back around, Drift's smile quickly turned into a huff as he saw Ratchet already laying out on his lounge chair, shaded from the sun with a pair of sun shades plopped on his face.Â
âRatchet, as much as I appreciate you finally taking up my suggestion on taking a break, we came to get in the water.â Stalking back up to shore he placed both hands on his filled out hips, letting gravity bend him at the waist so he could look the other in the eye. Ratchet tilted his head, staring at Drift from over the top of the rim.Â
âI don't remember agreeing to that. Take a break before jumping in, it wonât - Really?â Ratchet sighed as Drift turned back around and matched himself straight into the ocean.Â
Once past the small waves and halfway emerged in the solvent, Drift gave a groan of relief as the weight pulling on his back plates was lifted, allowing his frame to feel relief for the first time in weeks. Lowering both hands to his extended front, he hummed at the fluttering in his gestation tank.Â
âFeels like floating doesn't it? Don't worry bitty, you and me are gonna have all the fun with or without Ratchet.â Chuckling to himself Drift waded further out, eyeing a particular silica sand bank he wanted to explore. But as he moved further in the water, coming up chest deep, all of a sudden he had a hard time gripping the bottom.Â
âWoah, what the-!â A flare of panic went through him, an equally panicked one responding back on shore.Â
âDrift? What is it? Are you and the sparkling okay?â Ratchet called over their comms. Drift flailed for a moment before he found himself floating on his back. Confused he tried to swing his arms and legs to get back right side up. But he just floated right back to his earlier position, now staring up at the midday sky.Â
âUuum, yeah. We're okay.â Drift grunted as he tried to swing himself around, but only succeeded in looking back towards the shore and seeing Ratchet quickly making his way towards them. Reaching an arm out towards his Conjuxa, Ratchet chuckled as he took the perplexed speedster into his arms, providing an anchor in the calm water.Â
âAh yeah, I forgot about this.â Ratchet eyed his stomach, pushing a gentle hand down on the bump. He dipped and came back up instantly. Drift whipped his head around to look at his husband, still confused about why he couldn't sink back down all of a sudden.Â
âThe bitlets act like a natural buoy. Even though there are around 2 tons right now, you got air trapped in your tank.â Ratchet kept a hand over the belly bulge Drift was sporting, trying not to laugh too hard at the pout the speedster gave.Â
âVery well. We shall have to find alternative means of transportation.â Twisting around Drift latched onto Ratchet, wiggling his fingers into the seams of his Enduraâs outer plating like a rust barnacle. The medic raised an eye ridge, opting to stay silent as he scooped Drift up in both arms, more so holding the floating mech close so they didn't drift away.Â
âOnward.â Drift pointed towards the silica sand bank he had been trying to get to earlier, finals wiggling as Ratchet began slowly pushing them towards it.Â
âWhat's the difference between this spot and the one on the beach?â Ratchet grunted, digging his feet into the wet sand to propel them forward. Drift turned his head to lay it across Ratchetâs shoulder, snuggling closer to the love of his life as he mulled over the answer.Â
âIt's an adventure?â Drift hid his grin in Ratchet's plating as that got a laugh out of the medic.Â
âGonna admit, I think I'm all adventured out.â The two fell into a silence as Ratchet pushed them along, the solvent gently lapping at them both. Drift blew a few droplets out of his nose before pulling his face back to look up at the mech carrying him.Â
âAre you sure you don't got one left in you doc?â Drift lifted a hand to rest across his extended stomach, giving it a rub to show the other what he meant. Ratchet had reach the silica bank, stopping just short of being out of the solvent high enough to let Drift back on his feet. The medic smiled down fondly at his Conjuxa, bending down to catch Driftâs lips in a warm kiss, tightening his hold.
OP, this is a VERY common scam in the pet fic industry right now! Fic ideas are marketed as "teacup" one-shots, and unsuspecting writers take them home not being told that they're actually juveniles!
Most alleged one-shots that supposedly cap out at 5k words are only a couple weeks old or severely malnourished, and once they start receiving proper care and writing sessions, they'll blow up to 25k, 50k, or often even 100k or more. This is perfectly normal and the size they were always meant to be!
But sadly, many writers don't have space in their homes & lives for such a long fic, which is why it's a shame they're often presented as one-shots.
Unfortunately, the industry being what it is, sometimes it's safer to stick to drabbles until you're absolutely sure a fic idea you've had your eye on is fully grown.
Why did they give Kup such good thighs? I mean come on... we be talking about Drift's thighs but not Kup's? Look at his thighs, they did not need to do this.
Might I add the way the panels look certainly do not help... they knew what they were doing with Kup.
