#domestic mechs

[raqi-marr]

mech pilot who got separated from their mecha when their civilisation was domestication and their military got dissolved. despite all attempts to help them, they still have persistent phantom sensation from the limbs that they used to have but no longer do; constantly missing the feeling of a rifle in hands that don't feel the right size, feeling blind and deaf without all of the enhanced feedback from sensors capable of a hundred times greater acuity than their own body

eventually, however, one particular affini reads their medical file and comes up with an idea. she files a notice of intent on the pilot, then swiftly heads over to their hab and whisks them away the next morning. they don't even bother resisting; having long since given up hope that things will get better, and unable to imagine any way they could get worse

the affini takes them home and lays them down on a surgery table, promising them that soon, everything is going to feel right again. they expect nothing, presuming her to be lying to them, but they feel a great weight behind their eyes, and a moment later, they fall closed.

it feels like they've only blinked, but when they reopen them, everything is different. every sense that was missing is suddenly there again. they look down at their arms to find them just the right size; their body no longer one of flesh, but of gleaming white metal plates, pulsating with thin green lines of a material they don't recognise. it takes them a moment to realise what it is: under their metal skin are muscles and tendons made out of vines, their former optical sensors replaced with sight blossoms, and their rifle woven back together from a mixture of bark, chambered with rounds made of amber

most of all, they are no longer alone. they could feel their mech before, but it's different this time; as if the sensation surrounding them isn't quite their own, but a body that is both theirs and not. a faint, slow pulsing that shifts in time with every movement, guiding them to know exactly where to look, and what to do. moments later, they hear a voice whispering- not into their ear, but directly into their mind, just like their onboard AI used to:

"Good morning, my precious little Pilot."

[okayest-rogue-mech-pilots]

Affini will take any opportunity to make something or someone cute, won't they!?!? Go ahead and feminize someone during surgery to replace limbs without the patient's knowledge, because why not???

You complaining?

Fuck no this is amazing, but why???

[r0ryy]

Aria and Jacqui my original otp for ship bingo 🙏

I LOVE THHHEEEEMMMM!!!! The way they find family in each other makes me WEAK

[rik0shii]

Hello! (＠＾＾＠)／

I saw on your post asking for requests that it was tagged with Love and Deepspace, if so....

Would it be possible to request a Sylus x mc/reader who had just gotten off a long shift and is absolutely exhausted? Like she just wants to collapse on the sofa and sleep forever but he refuses, insisting on taking care of her before finally curling up together in bed for the night.

(^-^) Bonus Points if Mephisto curls up with them.

Thank you so much!!

“Rest, My Love”

Exhausted from a long day at the Association, you barely stay on your feet before Sylus catches you, refusing to let you collapse. He carries you to bed, his touch gentle as he helps you get comfortable. Just as sleep pulls you under, Mephisto moves closer—his metal frame curling up beside you, silent but watchful. Between Sylus’s warmth and Mephisto’s quiet presence, you finally feel safe enough to rest.

(Sylus x Reader | Featuring Mephisto | Hurt/Comfort & Fluff | Exhaustion, Soft Domestic Moments, Gentle Caretaking, Protective Mech Crow)

hii thank you for requesting!!! i hope you like it, reposts and comments are appreciated <3

By the time you step through the door, exhaustion is a physical weight dragging at your limbs.

Your body aches, your head is heavy, and all you can think about is sleep. Nothing else. No shower, no food—just collapsing into the nearest soft surface and letting unconsciousness take you.

You barely make it three steps before your legs give out.

But before you can hit the couch, strong arms catch you.

“Woah, there.”

The deep rumble of Sylus’s voice is the only thing grounding you as he effortlessly pulls you against his chest. One arm steadies you while the other slides under your knees, and in one smooth motion, he lifts you into his arms.

A tired sound escapes you as your head leans against his shoulder. His warmth is immediate, seeping into your aching muscles, and for a moment, you just let yourself relax.

“Was it a long day at the Association?” he asks, voice low and gentle.

You manage a sluggish nod.

Sylus exhales, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Figured. You’re dead on your feet, sweetheart.”

From somewhere nearby, there’s a faint whirring sound.

Through half-lidded eyes, you catch a flash of red optics perched near the doorway.

Mephisto.

The mechanical crow sits silent and still, his unblinking red eyes locked onto you.

He doesn’t make a sound. Doesn’t move.

Just watches.

Normally, Mephisto would be somewhere high up, observing everything from a distance, keeping an emotionless, mechanical eye on his surroundings. But tonight, he’s closer.

Watching you.

Sylus doesn’t spare him a glance as he carries you into the bedroom. His grip is secure but gentle, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.

When he sets you down on the bed, the mattress embraces you immediately, soft and warm.

But just as you’re about to drift off, Sylus’s hands gently pull you back.

“Not yet,” he murmurs, voice softer than usual. “We’re not sleeping until you’re comfortable.”

You groan weakly in protest. “Too tired, Sylus…”

He chuckles, a low, affectionate sound, before slowly removing your boots, fingers brushing over your ankles as he works. “I know, sweetheart. That’s why I’m helping you.”

Normally, you’d insist you could do it yourself. But tonight, you just let him.

He takes his time, replacing your outer layers with one of his oversized shirts. The fabric is soft and familiar, smelling faintly of leather and something undeniably Sylus. The moment it touches your skin, a deep sigh escapes you.

Before you can sink into the mattress again, Sylus disappears for a moment—only to return seconds later with a warm cloth.

You try to mumble something—some weak protest—but he shushes you gently, his movements careful and deliberate as he wipes away the exhaustion clinging to your skin.

His hands are so gentle. Reverent. Like you’re something fragile.

By the time he’s done, you feel so much lighter.

There’s another faint whirring sound near the bed.

Through half-lidded eyes, you watch as Mephisto shifts from his usual perch on the headboard.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, he moves closer.

He doesn’t hop. Doesn’t flutter his wings. He just moves.

Closer.

And then—

He curls up beside you.

The mechanical crow tucks himself neatly at your side, his metal body pressing lightly against you, just close enough for you to feel his presence.

He’s… warm.

Not like Sylus, not naturally, but some part of him emits a faint, steady heat. Maybe a built-in function, maybe just a side effect of his systems running. Either way, the sensation is soothing.

His red optics blink slowly, scanning you, monitoring.

Guarding.

Your chest tightens at the realization.

Mephisto—who always kept his distance, who never showed concern the way Sylus did—was staying close.

Watching over you.

Protecting you.

A deep warmth curls in your chest, and even though your body is too heavy to move, you let your fingers brush against his metallic frame.

Mephisto doesn’t react.

But he doesn’t move away.

Sylus notices but doesn’t comment. Instead, he slides into bed beside you, pulling the blankets over both of you before wrapping an arm securely around your waist.

His warmth immediately surrounds you, his presence grounding.

You barely have the strength to move, but you nuzzle closer anyway, pressing your face into the crook of his neck.

Sylus lets out a slow, satisfied sigh, his hand rubbing small circles against your back.

“Sleep, sweetheart,” he whispers against your hair. “I’ve got you.”

Your body is already giving in, exhaustion pulling you under.

The last thing you see before sleep fully takes you is—

—Sylus, holding you close.

—Mephisto, curled up beside you, his glowing red optics blinking in slow, rhythmic intervals.

Still watching.

Still guarding.

And for the first time today—

You feel safe.

And then—

You sleep.

[raqi-marr]

mech pilot that gets deployed to fight against the affini, having no clue what they're up against. before they know it, vines have wound around their main gun and bound it in place; and because their senses are linked to their mech, they can feel it as if the vines were touching their own flesh. at first they're just surprised by how little it hurts and how comfortable the texture of the vines is, but mostly too busy struggling to try and escape to really notice. things only change when they chamber a round with the intent to fire it, but before they can get it into place, another tendril slides inside of the barrel of the gun to block it from firing

the affini doing all of this is very confused when the mech suddenly collapses to its knees and its head tilts upwards, robotic fingers twitching and hull lights flashing erratically, but she's pleased to have seemingly succeeded in pacifying the cutie

[emelinstriker]

May you share your TFP Decepticon headcanons 👁️👁️

If you want specifics, then their domestic lives? (Or what one can achieve akin to a domestic life in time of war 💀)

I did NOT expect to see any ask regarding TFP- Or at least till I switch fandoms again- So like I can't really think of many X Reader headcanons right now. So I just wrote down like 3 for each. I'm also not quite sure how to condense domestic points, cuz I suck at general fluff when my hyperfixation is elsewhere- So sorry if these don't feel like they're really in the domestic direction fhgnfhg

Only doing some Decepticons though-

☆ ~ Headcanons ~ ☆

☆ Megatron

He do be a busy mech, so he doesn't have too much time on his servos. Therefore he cherishes it whenever he gets to have private moments with just his human and no interruptions.

Likes to carry you around on his shoulder pad- It just generally makes it safer for you, in his opinion, and more comforting for him.

Any that would merely look at you weirdly would face the wrath of Lord Megatron. You can tell him not to punish the other Cybertronian though. He does listen... sometimes.

☆ Starscream

Mans refusing to show affection towards you around other Decepticons, especially Megatron. But he's just melting around you when in private.

He prefers recharging with you lying on him. It's oddly soothing having his human on his chassis.

Tends to look for you as comfort whenever he had a bad day with Megatron.

☆ Soundwave

Despite the amount of work he does and how busy he is, he doesn't really fail at also paying attention to you. He's truly a multi-tasker.

Would let Laserbeak play with you though if his extra appendages and music can't keep you busy.

Very loving towards his human. He may not talk, but he uses emoticons on his visor to display how much he loves you.

☆ Shockwave

Just don't play with whatever materials he needs to conduct his experiments and you're good to go. Play with his antennae and ear fins while on his shoulder pad instead.

He gets easily distracted by his human. He knows it's illogical with the major size difference, and how he should just be able to ignore you. But he can't help it nor explain this phenomenon.

He also also can't explain why he has this urge to gently pat you with a digit.

☆ Knockout

While he does buff himself on his own, or has Breakdown help him, he does enjoy it when you're buffing him instead as well. Especially when he's in his alt mode.

Speaking of which, expect drive-in theater dates. Just don't get his interior dirty with snack crumbs.

Worries a lot about your health. If you're sick, he'll keep you close to him to make sure you're actually alright. But no kisses from him till you're no longer coughing and sneezing. He just buffed himself and doesn't need your sickly fluids on his frame.

☆ Predaking

Tends to pick you up whenever he wants attention. You were talking to Steve? Nah, now you gotta give your giant mecha dragon pets and kisses.

He also enjoys carrying you around on his frame whenever he can. At least he won't have to look where he goes this way.

While he has to go on missions from time to time, it's not a common thing due to his value, so a lot of his time is spent protectively watching over his human.

[revelboo]

begging for the next knockout and breakdown part, the snippet from bottom feeder has me curious LMAO

Sure!

My Favorite Accident Pt 15

Knockout x Reader x Breakdown

• Dangling from Breakdown’s hands, trying to squirm loose, you swear at him, at Knockout, and yourself for getting involved in this alien stupidity. Getting abducted by Knockout’s buddy, maybe boyfriend all because you’d like hanging out with Knockout, liked his attitude and his snark. Getting hauled into their ship. And he’s striding into, what? That looks kind of like a medical table in the center of the room and seeing gleaming tools laid in organized rows in trays on the counter against the wall, makes you sure this must be their alien version of an ER. Knockout had said he was a medic, hadn’t he? “Are you really going to ignore me because I messed with your little squishy pet?” Breakdown growls and you glare up at him.

• “I’m no one’s pet,” you seethe from Breakdown’s hands and Knockout isn’t really surprised when the bigger mech dumps you on the exam table. Watching you from the corner of an optic as you stumble and nearly fall, before looking up at him as soon as you recover. “And as fun as watching you two have a domestic dispute is, I need to go home.” Venting at your anger, his lips twitch. Because you talk big especially when you’re scared and right now? Knows you must be terrified, but you aren’t showing it.

• Bumping the Medbay berth to send you staggering to a knee, Breakdown grins down at you as you glare right back. His smile falters when he notices Knockout staring at him, a scalpel in his servos as he examines the blade. “Unfortunately for all of us, you have an uncanny knack for finding yourself in danger if unsupervised,” Knockout says, dancing the blade over his servos. “Though, it would seem Breakdown’s volunteered to help look after you.”

• Stiffening as the bigger mech’s mouth falls open, your eyes narrow at Knockout when he smiles. “I never said I’d watch your pet,” Breakdown growls, waving a big, dismissive hand at you. ‘Didn’t you?’ Knockout asks, that scalpel he’s playing with a shining blur, reminding you of that cold fury he’d shown before when he’d found you in Breakdown’s hand. Because this Knockout isn’t the conceited, arrogant mech you’d thought he was. Right now, he’s intimidating. ‘Then why did you carry my human all the way to the Nemesis if not to take care of them?’ Knockout asks, voice sweet and sharp as that blade.

• “I’m not staying in alien central,” you protest and Breakdown ignores you to focus on Knockout because he can’t be serious. “Seriously. I’ll end up getting stepped on or something.” Thumping a hand down on the berth, he’s surprised when you don’t fall again, flinching but staring defiantly up at him. To be so small and yet so stupidly brave. Is that Knockout’s fascination with you? That you seem to have no survival instincts whatsoever ‘What a pity that would be,’ he growls, startling back a step when Knockout leans across the berth to corral you with his hand. And you grab onto his servo, turning to face Knockout and ignoring him completely. “I’m not staying here,” you add, the words a demand as Knockout just smiles indulgently and that bitter jealousy burns a little hotter. Because you’re absolutely right about being too small to be on the Nemesis. Anything could happen to one little human.

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[circuitfurscaleandvine]

🔥It makes perfect sense for the Terrans to use Mecha against the Affini after all~ Lets see, what are some good narrative threads…

Physical Atrophy Acceptance: The Pilot struggling to move, unused to her "normal "real" body and barely having any muscles. Scenes of her crawling, first to get away, then toward her affini. The Affini slowly giving her more and more muscle mass, her taking steps and crumpling, until her therapist/affini learns from Class D's that she's more comfortable being weak.

Flesh Dysphoria: Separation anxiety as she spends more time outside her cockpit than she has in years. The pain of feeling too human. The disgust of feeling her own nerves and muscles. puking up even the best cooking. Made worse when they try to remove her plugsuit, her skin's drug-induced hypersensativity to light forming rashes, the lightest wind agonizing.

Addiction transfer: Affini finding out that the pilot is addicted and that, given it will take time for them to synthesize her needed drugs (let alone improved ones), so they have to go back to salvage what's left of her mecha and put her into it regularly. Slowly weaning her off the worst of the drugs, at first aiming to get her off them entirely. Pilot experiencing mixed feelings at sobriety, hating she dependence but hating how she feels sober, eventually choosing/begging for xenodrugs and a constant healthy high.

Affini Revulsion: Scenes of the local affini mechanic looking the mech over, digging in deeper, complaining of all the horrors (both technological and capitalistic) that are contained in it, seemingly crafted to harm the pilot as much as their enemy. Even more horrified when they learn the mechs are often put through bloodsport arena fights, with the pilots never being told whether a mission is to the death or not.

Escape Attempt via Mech: The Pilot's initial escape plan being to get back into the cockpit. She doesn't realize they're putting her back in while she's sedated, kept under while the combat drugs work into and back out of her system, so she doesn't realize how damaged the chassis is. She thinks that if she can /just/ crawl back in, she'll be able to escape. At the escape climax she makes it in, only to find multiple critical systems missing, and stays aware just long enough for her mind to shatter as the worried Affini outside start to break through the cockpit.

Aftermath: chapters showing the pilot in a much smaller armor suit, fully covered except for her face, walking among friends, before finding her affini and being ejected into their vines, revealing her plug-suit-covered form is still too weak to move, held lovingly as her implant shifts from the active drugs of her suit to the passive, accepting cocktail of being a held, loved, incapable

🔥Unfortunately, my system is /completely/ unskilled at narrative writing, so ideas are all I have to share. Hopefully it inspires someone~

I want to write some kind of mix between a mech pilot microfic post i read a while ago (Mech Pilot Care Guide by Heron Knight (I am scared of tagging but if u wanna see its just find @ heron-knight and look up mech pilot care guide, it changed my brain)) and HDG

Like

Feralist mech pilot falls in battle resisting the Affini. They get captured and then it's a story about 1. The affini comprehending just how fucked up feralists are willing to become to fight against them and 2. How the fuck do we fix this thing

They can't just use xenodrugs, they've gotta get the mech pilot drugs out and reverse their effects, they cant tell how they could conflict

They have to teach this pilot how to be human again just to break them back down into a good floret

Idk this is all very vague thoughts but it has potential I think

But I am bad at writing !

So someone else do it ig !

[muletia]

Ok actually. ACTUALLY. Bayverse!Obsessed!Optimus with his newborn sparkling?

Listen ok. You just had the sparkling. Your exhausted, and Optimus is kneeling besides you, silence and holding his little newborn. Hes not speaking in the same way a loyal guard wouldn’t speak. His optics are flicking between the sparkling and you. Checking on the both of you.

You can tell he’s on guard. You can tell that at any moment, he can stand and fight.

But you can tell there’s no rage. No anger or hurt anymore. He’s guarding you and your sparkling because he *loves*. Because all he can feel now is amazement and wonder. He’s not relaxed at all. In fact, he’s actually on extremely high alert as he holds your sparkling and watches over you.

He doesn’t say this because…well it’s Bayverse Optimus. But you can see it in his posture. His optics.

His sparkling is a new vow. A new oath.

He vows to protect. To guard. To keep safe.

he no longer feels so angry or hurt anymore. All he feels is *love*

AAAAA ANON, STOP GASLIGHTING ME INTO LIKING BAYVERSE OPTIMUS BECAUSE IT'S WORKING

I love this concept?? Give this mech a chance to soften up after having a kid. Let him be done with the angst and enter his domestic fluff era (a very chaotic and heavy domestic fluff, because PTSD will keep haunting him at almost every step).

Beautifully written, anon. Bayverse!Optimus is a guard dog on steroids, and after becoming a father, it’s only going to get worse

[dimorphodon-x]

Praxian metro raptor

The Praxian metro raptor is a mechanimal domesticated for law enforcement. They are social and intelligent but difficult to keep, demanding a lot of space, enrichment, and fuel.

Metro raptors are some of the few beasts that have vehicle alt modes, able to transform into an odd sort of motorcycle. Their altmodes make it easier for them to keep up with their handlers while on the road, and chase down fleeing suspects. Once they are tasked in tackling a suspect, metro raptors will pin mechs down and try to restrain them with their weight, arms and teeth.

In relation to their long extinct ancestors, metro raptors have soft mouths and blunt teeth that are better suited for gripping. While it their bite can still hurt and require medical repairs, it’s rare for them to be lethal.

—

Prowl had no intentions on working with Praxian metro raptors during his career as a detective, however when Red and Blue (pictured above) were specifically programmed/ trained for investigative work and imprinted to his spark signature, he was stuck with the two. Red and Blue were adept at sniffing out chemicals, spark signatures, spilled energon and so on, and were able to send the information directly to Prowl in real time.

When not working, both of Prowl’s raptors tended to be nuisances, laying in inconvenient places and sticking their noses in things they shouldn’t be touching. Green at least kept them a bit more in line as she made it very clear to them that she was in charge.

[shiani25]

If you are taking requests then my only request is something sweet :). Maybe sweet in a messed up Decepticon kinda way but sweet still lol!

Megatron was not the kind of mech one would call "romantic." Or "affectionate." Or "not a psychotic warlord with a severe case of rage issues." But that didn't mean he didn’t love his mate. On his own twisted way, at least. It just meant that his methods of showing affection were... well, let’s say "unconventional."

It was a quiet day on the Nemesis—by Decepticon standards, meaning only two explosions in the last hour and Knockout was still screaming about someone scratching his finish. Megatron had been pondering ways to surprise his mate, but unfortunately, when a mech like him put effort into being romantic, things tended to go sideways.

He had tried the traditional route once. A candlelit dinner. It ended with the table being flipped, three Vehicons in the medbay, and the ship’s power grid shorting out because he had punched the energon dispenser too hard for being "so fragging slow." Lesson learned: subtlety was not in his skill set.

But today, today was different.

Megatron had decided to do something truly meaningful for his beloved second-in-command. Something thoughtful. Something personal. Something only a warlord in love would do.l

So, naturally, he kidnapped an Autobot.

It was a grand, romantic gesture! At least, it was in his mind. Nothing said I love you like dragging a tied-up Autobot to your mate’s quarters and dramatically declaring, “I have brought this especially for you!"

Unfortunately, the recipient of this "gift" did not share the sentiment.

Starscream stared at the struggling Autobot—who was alternating between swearing and trying to chew through the restraints—then looked at Megatron with a mix of horror and exasperation. "What. The. Frag. Is this?"

Megatron beamed (which, considering his face, looked more like he was planning to commit a murder). "A present! I went out myself and hunted for this wretch. He should be most entertaining for you! I know how much you like science. You can dissect him if you want."

"...You you kidnapped someone?!"

"Yes!" Megatron crossed his arms, looking smug. "Because I care!"

The Autobot stopped struggling long enough to give them a deadpan look. "So, uh… you’re dating that guy? The one who screams about conquest every five seconds?"

"...Unfortunately." Starscream sights.

"Why do you sound displeased?" Megatron frowned. "I am an excellent mate!"

"Last week, you threw me over your shoulder and declared that you were ‘taking me back to our lair’ while the entire Nemesis watched!"

"Yes! A display of strength! To ward off potential rivals!"

"You don’t have rivals, Megatron! No one else wants to date me because they’re terrified of you!"

"Exactly!" Megatron huffed, completely missing the point. "My love is unrivaled!"

At this point, the Autobot had started trying to wriggle away, clearly realizing he was trapped in some kind of domestic dispute. "Uh, guys? I’d like to be untied now?"

Megatron shot him a glare that could melt steel. "Silence, Autobot! I am in the middle of a romantic moment!"

"...This is the least romantic thing I have ever seen."

Starscream pinched the bridge of their nose, trying to summon the patience not to throw himselve into the nearest engine core. "Megatron, for the allspark, kidnapping mechs isn't a love language!"

Megatron pouted. "But then how will you know I cherish you?"

"I don’t know, maybe do something normal? Like flowers?"

"...Flowers?"

"Yes. They’re harmless. No explosions. No kidnappings. Just. Flowers."

Megatron scoffed. "That is ridiculous. I would never—"

The Nemesis was now home to the most horrifying bouquet Cybertron had ever seen. Megatron, in his determination to prove himself a good mate, had personally gathered "flowers" from various alien worlds.

Some were actively trying to eat some Vehicons. One had already latched onto Knockout, who was currently shrieking in the background. Another released a pollen cloud so toxic that Soundwave had to activate a quarantine field before half the ship passed out.

And in the middle of it all, Megatron stood, arms wide, beaming with pride. "Behold, my love! A gift that does not involve kidnapping!"

Starscream stared at the death bouquet in exhausted silence.

"...You know what? It’s progress. I’ll take it."

[smallestapplin]

If Blades is the one to ask his s/o if they’d still love him if he was a worm…

How would Chase, Heatwave, and Boulder react to their s/o (human) asking the same question to them?

I love shit like this so much, I put my bussy into this

No warnings! Just fluff and sillies.

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Chase

You know how your boyfriend is, you should’ve known a question like this would’ve caused some confusion but that was the point, you live for keeping this mech on his pedes. You’re sat so cute in his lap as he reads a manual, ensuring he knows how a new device the Burns got works. You can’t help but look up at him, loving how focused he looks.

Always so cute in your eyes.

“Hey, Chase, I have a question if you don’t mind me asking.”

You love how in an instant he places the book down on his knee to look at you, giving you his undivided attention.

“I do not mind, please, ask away. I am happy to be of service.”

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?” You try not to laugh as he blinks rapidly as if trying to process what you just asked of him.

“Humans can turn into worms?” He asks in turn, bewildered at the concept or mere thought.

You snort at how shocked he sounds, “No, but if I did become one, would you still love me?”

“Do humans spontaneously get turned into worms, is this a realy threat to your kind that I was not aware of? Can worms even feel that level of emotions? I don’t recall worms having high intellegic to experience such complex emotions. Ah, hold on, dear.”

Chase picks you up and sets you down on the couch along with his manual, and walks over to the bookshelf as he begins to look for books about worms and animals in general.

“Chase, just a simple yes or no works.”

“But worms cannot feel what I feel for you, that and from this book my guess would be correct. In fact would you be able to feel as a worm, or would this be a worm with the brain module of you inside it? Or is it that when you turn into a worm, you fully become a worm and lose yourself in the process?”

Chase keeps rambling asking question after question that you can’t seem to keep up with as he thinks of every last possible scenario, and the different combination, and yet asking them so quickly you don’t even get a chance to ask them. You can only watch as he starts pacing the room as he talks unable to stay still for too long.

You smile, realizing this was your own doing, you set yourself up for this fate and now you must listen to him learn more about worms and ask questions about you being a worm in real time.

He’s so cute though.

You might(will) kiss him after he’s done rambling.

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Boulder

Gardening with your big Cybertronian beloved on such a nice day was something you’d never grow tired of, you love telling him about the flowers or vegetables you’ve planted, love how gentle he is with them and helps you moving the bigger stuff. Boulder is a dream, especially as you two sit under a big tree, taking in the nice spring day.

You sit on top of his shoulder leaning against his helm as he enjoys the sight of butterflies and bees moving peacefully around your flowers, occasionally only being broken up but his chuckles as you place a kiss to his cheek. Boulder could get use to life being like this, calm and domestic with you, it makes him wonder if a human and cybertronian can spark bond, he wouldn’t mind this forever.

“Hey, Boulder?”

“Yes, my sweetpea?’

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

You lean away from hos helm to look at him, and to at least allow him to look at you too without disturbing you. Boulder’s optics widen a bit, a worm? Why would you ever be a worm? He’s never heard of humans turning into such a thing, and the idea of anything bad happening to you worries him to his core, but at the end of the day it would still be you, right?

Boulder smiles, carefully raising his servos to grab a hold of you and hold you up in front of him, his orange optics soften at the pure sight of you before he presses a kiss to your face, his engine rumbling softly as you start laughing at how much it tickles.

“I would find the best sized tank for you, get you the best soil I could find and fill it up with so many good and nutritious plants for you, find you little leaves and make your enclosure so pretty for you.” Boulder nuzzles his face against your stomach, smile stretching across his dermas.

“I’d make sure you soil is nice and clean every day, make sure you have plenty of water and natural sunlight when it gets too much. You’d be my little wormy.”

You can’t help but place your hands on his cheeks and lavish his face plate in all the kisses you could possibly give him, making the large mech giggle sweetly under all your affection. He holds you close, snuggly against his chassis. Boulder never wants anything to happen to you, he couldn’t live with himself if you were ever hurt.

But that wouldn’t stop him from doing everything in his power to make you comfortable, to tend to you, to love you even then, nothing could change how his spark felt for you.

Though don’t be surprised when his pet name for you goes from ‘sweetpea’ to ‘wormy’.

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Heatwave

You think he’d ever let you away from him? Let you out sass him? Please, you don’t even know it yet but he will turn the conversation back around. Heatwave is stubborn and as quick with his intake as he is his pedes, his glossa can be vicious if you aren’t careful, yet he’s so adoring and attentive to you, surely this conversation would go well!

You are laying across his chassis in his habsuite, his optics are closed but you know he’s still awake. A servo on your legs and thumb rubbing slow lazy circles across your back, allowing you to full relax into him, enjoying the gentle touches and warmth of his much larger body.

“Wavey?” Your voice slightly muffled as your cheek is pressed against his chassis and youdon’t feel like moving too much.

“Hm?” He hums in return, acknowledging you but also not wanting to move much, as he’s enjoying having some peaceful downs time with you.

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

All his movements stop in an instant and he doesn’t make a sound for a solid minute before sighing heavily, cracking his optics open just to look down at you with a playful glare.

“Why would you want to a be worm, huh? Just to get away from me?”

“W-what? No!” You lift up on your forearms to look at him better, but he’s not having it.

“Oh so just being in the dirt is more fun than being with me? I see, I see how it is, you hate me and want me dead.”

“Noooo!” You whine pitifully, flopping back down before crawling up higher to meet his face.

Your give him a playful glare, angry pout on your lips while he has a shit eating grin across his face, knowing damn well what he’s doing and what you are asking.

“I just wanted to ask if you’d still love me if I was uselsss-“

“You think you could be useless to me? You really think that lowly of me?”

“Heatwave no, please, you know I love you!”

“And I love you too, so what’s the problem?”

Your head clunks as you drop it back against his chassis, sighing heavily as your stubborn mech of a boyfriend will not back down on this, this is a hill he will not only die on but drag you down with him, you just know it.

“You wouldn’t love me if I was a worm is the problem.” You pout, looking up at him with am exaggerated pleading expression.

Heatwave just stares at you almost wondering how he made it this far with you, until he remembers how dull his world would be without you. He rolls his optics with a huff, as if he’s doing you such a huge favor, though you know it’s mostly played up for the bit.

“You know good and well I’d let this slagging rock burn if anything happened to you, how dare you doubt me.”

“I’m not doubting you.”

“Then hush and try to recharge.”

he leans his helm back and closes his optics again, trying to at least get some shut eye before the morning comes, and with that would be new emergencies. You sudden in getting comfy once more, with him about to put his servo back on you, until you spoke again.

“Heatwave?”

“Now what?”

“Can I get a kiss before bed?”

“You are so lucky you’re cute.” He groans, but that soft smile is back on his face as he sits up a little, moving you to keep you safe and to bring you higher, pressing his dermas to your soft lips, before laying back down again.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetspark.”

He’s so dramatic but you love him for it.

[tinydefector]

Did my fever brain just hit me with another great idea, yes it did so enjoy.

Domestic Cybertron

Imagine another Au where humans take refugees on cybertron. They build a pretty decided coexistence. They have jobs and houses. The only difference is they don't have transport outside of the large public transport systems. Can you imagine running out of your house in a panic after just locking it, basically weaving through your cybertronian neighbours as they cheer you on for your first day in a new job. Bolting down the street in a rush, narrowly missing colliding with another mechs leg as you jump over their pede. Them calling out "Oi watch it !" They getting breathless as they run only for a mech to pull up beside them keeping pace, the mech being a friend of some sort trying to chat them up. "Can't talk! I'm going to be late!" They state only for the bot to let out a rumble. "Jump on I'll get you there quicker than your legs will" winding their window down so you can grab the scare bar as they get you the 3 blocks over much quicker than your legs would have. As they get closer, the bot is still eagerly chatting them up, trying to ask them out for drinks even as they jump off his side and bolt towards the doors to the building. "I'll take you out for Energon after work! Thank you!" They call out as they disappear inside. It makes the mech buzz with delight of finally getting that date with the human before heading off to wherever they were heading.

There's so much potential here. Give me humans living on cybertron with the bots in coexistence, shared work places, jobs. Coming home from work to see the local kids and minibots and cassette playing basketball or street cricket, bots having one of the car nut bros doing their detalinging due to their talent and skill. Mechs car pulling their friend or neighbour to work because they work in the same area. Mechs who have such a hobby collecting human things like shoes as decorations, and humans doing the same with things from Cybertron. Both earth and Cybertron having decent trade.

So yea, another idea I might put into writies in the future. because this is something that my fever brain has demanded

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[pushing500]

Well, it worked... mostly. Lansa is blind in both eyes with dementia and resurrection sickness, but that's nothing some bionics and a healer mech serum can't handle. Tokori is missing his right ring finger, but a finger in exchange for a brother is more than fair in my opinion.

Welcome back to the land of the living, Lansa!

Lansa is still technically hostile at the moment, so he's going to jail until we can get him on our side. Tokori will go sleep off his psycasting coma in the hospital, and then probably go right back to taking back-to-back baths before long. He's such an idiot, I love him.

In the meantime, Ivy has managed to get the jail emptied out so Lansa has it all to himself! Metan and Pegasius, our lovestruck deserter prisoners, have gone to start a new life of domestic bliss at a new outpost called Delsuston. They also have a pet ostrich named Sakii, so they're probably having a grand old time. Good for them!

Last but certainly not least...

... It looks like the end of Season One of this story is fast approaching. Four Jones boys, one android, and one beloved adopted little girl... that's a bit more than five by my count. Wonder what we'll do about that...

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[raqi-marr]

as part of my ongoing attempt to find ways to integrate more kinks into hdg, an idea has just occurred to me: i should add mech pilots to the landamar mobile fleet in my story so that we can have genre crossover stories about mech pilots getting domesticated. that'd be very good i think

[transformers-events]

Optiratch Month 2025

Optiratch month 2025 starts June 1st. (Happy Pride Month everyone!)

However you can post whenever you want. (If you find these prompt lists five years after the fact and still want to post to the collection, or tag this blog then go for it!)

Edit: Here's the Ao3 collection!

Can I mix and match prompts?

Of course! Feel free to mix and match any prompts you want! Not every Safe For Work prompt has to stay SFW, nor do the Not Safe For Work prompts have to stay that! (Personally there's at least one NSFW prompt I plan on writing a tooth-rotting gen, fluff fic for.)

What are the Bonus prompts?

They are extra prompts. If there's a day with a prompt you don't like, you can switch it out with the bonus prompts. You can even combine them with other prompts if you want.

Help! I only found out about this event after it ended. Can I still make things based on the prompt?

Absolutely! You can make posts inspired by these prompts whenever you'd like too! So long as they are tagged optiratch month 2025 I'll try to reblog them. Also, the Ao3 collection with always remain open so anyone can add to it at any point in time.

Below the cut will be written out list of the days and prompts. The NSFW list is also below the cut.

The written out Safe For Work Prompt list:

Day 1 - For him? Always.

Day 2 - Bumblebee thought everyone knew

Day 3 - Injured Ratchet

Day 4 - "My old friend"

Day 5 - Injury Recovery

Day 6 - Medics Hands

Day 7 - Being Parents

Day 8 - Napping together

Day 9 - Domestic fluff

Day 10 - Happy Optimus

Day 11 - Bridal Carry

Day 12 - Secret Relationship

Day 13 - Before the war

Day 14 - Sick fic

Day 15 - Drunk Confessions

Day 16 - Hand Kisses

Day 17 - Rafael already knows

Day 18 - Secret moment(s)

Day 19 - Miko spreads a rumor

Day 20 - Slow dancing

Day 21 - Caressing face

Day 22 - First Meeting

Day 23 - Missing Scene

Day 24 - Healing

Day 25 - Wheeljack called it

Day 26 - Stargazing

Day 27 - Rest

Day 28 - Reunion

Day 29 - Ultra Magnus has questions

Day 30 - Hand Holding

Bonus - Megatronus calls them out

Bonus - Oil Bath

Bonus - Cliffjumper wins the bet

Bonus - Adoption

Bonus - Going for a drive

The Written Out Not Safe For Work Prompt list:

Day 1 - Just let me take care of you

Day 2 - Aftercare

Day 3 - Going slow

Day 4 - Laughing during sex

Day 5 - Praise

Day 6 - Top Ratchet

Day 7 - Comfort Sex

Day 8 - Pinned to the wall

Day 9 - Mating Cycles

Day 10 - Parise Kink

Day 11 - Spark Sexual Interfacing

Day 12 - Sub Optimus

Day 13 - Being used as a pillow

Day 14 - Dom Ratchet

Day 15 - Kink Discovery

Day 16 - Aphrodisiac

Day 17 - Friends with Benefits

Day 18 - Alone Time

Day 19 - Sticky Sexual Interfacing

Day 20 - Mech Preg

Day 21 - Scissoring

Day 22 - Sex pollen

Day 23 - Top Optimus

Day 24 - Heat

Day 25 - Bottom Optimus

Day 26 - Riding

Day 27 - First time

Day 28 - Inappropriate usage of medical equipment

Day 29 - Breeding

Day 30 - Leaving marks

Bonus - Getting walked in on

Bonus - Size difference

Bonus - Medical examination

Bonus - Cunnilingus

Bonus - Having to stop early