kaesa shattered yandere lover

She/Her || 18+ || Transformers || REQUESTS OPEN

[kaeso4ka]

Hey, everybody!

I understand it's customary on Tumblr to make a post with the rules, so here I am :)

My main nickname is kaesa. English is not my native language, so you may encounter strange turns of speech in my texts. I apologize for that.

I like dark content and writing eroguro. I really love yandere. I have NO restrictions on tags. I write literally anything that is not prohibited by the site rules. I love NSFW.

I write in the Transformers fandom. I've read all the comics, watched all the cartoons and movies, and played all the games, so I'd be happy to take requests on any Transformers universe!

My favorite character is Optimus Prime from TFP and Optimus Prime from the shattered glass universe. Well, and Optimus Prime himself as such in any of his incarnations. But I don't mind writing on other characters and peirings as well.

I like to write Optimus/fem! human! reader, but I can write something else as well, depending on the request.

I'd be happy to receive requests, ask from you, as well as chatting in person.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/FaustaDea

[kaeso4ka]

Pygmalion ver of yan optimus making his love only for the creation to reject and flee from cybertron?

Orion Pax was not a creator. He was just a humble archivist: he sorted through gigabytes of information, absorbed it, but never created it himself.

Optimus Prime was a creation himself. A creation of Primus, but made for war. Optimus Prime's task was to win, to summon other people's Sparks for the good cause of the Autobots, but not to create.

And it would have gone on like this if Prime hadn't met you one day.

You were beautiful in your human form. You were perfect. You were…

Unattainable.

Exactly. You had everything you could dream of and want, but it wasn't absurdly enough, because you couldn't belong to Optimus Prime.

And then Prime decided to create. As Primus once gave him a new body, Optimus decided to give you a new life. You had to put aside the weaknesses of the flesh to accept metal.

Optimus worked for a long time. He created an image, created a construction, created a form. And it was all empty until your consciousness passed into a new metal body.

The fragile human consciousness.

Prime didn't expect any thanks, but… Escape? Are you leaving Cybertron at the first opportunity, should the doors of the Optimus compartment remain open? Are you hiding among the stars and planets, knowing that Optimus Prime himself - and his Autobots - are looking for you?..

Poor stupid weak man. Even the new metal form has not stripped you of the vices of the flesh.

Well.

Optimus Prime has already created the perfect body for you. He gave me eternal life with him.

There is only a little left: to create a new ideal you in your head, in your mind and Spark. The one who reciprocates Prime and shares the bonds of Cybertronian connection with him.

Even if you never wanted to.

Because Optimus Prime has not understood for a long time that creation sometimes brings much more harm than destruction.

[kaeso4ka]

My friend @bessart707 drew one art for me: Optimus Prime for Shatterd Glass. I love it ❤️

[kaeso4ka]

Praise kink with yandere optimus but Mc has stoclkholm and tries to never escape

That shock collar worked too well.

Optimus loves you. He knows it, he believes it, he's sure of it. Optimus's love for you made him commit morally questionable acts, but on the other hand, is that a bad thing? Are there any bad means to achieve a good goal? Prime didn't think so.

That is why, after a long time, the need for a necklace disappears by itself. Your organic brain does all the work for him. Now you don't need to be controlled from the outside, because you are… You love your Prime.

Yes, you do, but with a strange kind of love. Optimus studied the human psyche and learned that the human brain can deceive itself in extreme situations. It can make you love your own captor.

Optimus is offended. Prime doesn't agree with your beautiful human brain. Optimus didn't hurt you at all! So why can't you really love him, but use mental protection for this love?

But it doesn't matter. The main thing is the result, and it is there.

"You're perfect, my Spark."

Perfect. If there were things more perfect in this world, in this universe, and on this planet than you, then Prime is ready to challenge them on your behalf. Optimus has seen a lot in millions of years of his life, but he hasn't found anything more perfect than you.

"You're beautiful, my Spark."

Beauty on Cybertron is difficult. But they despise organics on Cybertron. Even among many Autobots, there are those who are not ready to put up with the fact that their Prime loves organics. But it doesn't matter, because Optimus sees the true beauty enclosed in a protein body. Optimus sees your essence, and it is more beautiful than all the stars and luminaries in the world.

"Primus blessed me when he let me meet you."

God himself allowed Prime to find your arms after thousands of years of terrible war. Without them, Optimus would have disappeared, disappeared, died. But he's ready to live and fight with you for a few more eternities. For your sake. For the sake of your future together with him.

You look at Optimus and listen with bated breath. The collar is no longer around your neck, but you don't care. Your mind is trapped in a terrible disease that you mistake for love. There is no way out of this prison.

You're not complaining. Optimus is happy. You both know that this is the best outcome. The best ending, your happy ending.

"And I love you, Optimus."

You let him touch you, tell you all these wonderful things, and you don't skimp on compliments yourself.

After all, all people praise those they love. And the Cybertronians, too.

Mutual love is beautiful, isn't it?

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Yandere Optimus hypnotic collar pt 2 bt character snaps out, but it gets back to working

You've been tricked.

You know that. You understand that. This is the most disgusting deception in your short human life.

You… You don't understand why Optimus did this to you. A collar that suppresses your will? Seriously?

It would be better if he just threatened you. It would be better to use force. It would be tolerable, but not mind manipulation.

You hate that beautiful necklace. You can't take it off, but it's stopped working. Your mind is clear and sober. Now you have to connect all your acting so that Optimus doesn't suspect anything.

You should be nice to him, kind and courteous. You have to respond to his touch so that Prime doesn't ask questions. You have to do everything to keep your freedom.

You have to. You're scared. You have to.

God help you. You hide your tears by putting on a smile. The necklace is suffocating you. Not physically. Morally. You touch the precious metal and want to rip the collar off yourself. But you can't. Not when Optimus is looking at you.

"Is something wrong, my Spark?"

“No. I was just thinking."

You're lying almost sincerely. You almost manage to convince Optimus.

"What's bothering your mind?"

"It's a necklace… It's beautiful, Optimus. But maybe you could give me another one of these?"

You're hoping that Optimus will take off your collar. And then you'll run away. You'll hide where the Devil himself won't find you. May Prime give you at least a small chance, at least one minute of freedom. You'll take advantage of it.

"I'll give you hundreds of these necklaces. Would you like something specific?"

"Something more mundane."

"I understand. I'll make it especially for you. The necklace will be whatever you want it to be."

You nod gratefully, but there's only one thought in your head: your acting is too bad.

You're a bad liar.

That's why, after a couple of hours, all your silly human suspicions disappear under the power of your necklace. It never broke, no. Optimus was just checking on you. I was trying to figure out if your true attitude towards him had changed. But… You disappointed him.

It's not a big deal. You'll have millions of years to really change your mind. Or you'll spend your whole life in an illusion created just for you.

[kaeso4ka]

Congratulations! You are the Conjunx Endura of Optimus Prime on post-war Cybertron. But there is a problem. You never wanted this.

Pairing: yandere! Optimus Prime x human! reader

You're looking at someone else's sky from someone else's window. And your gaze is sad. Cybertron is beautiful. Its two moons, its incredible sky, its beautiful architecture. It's all just great. It affects the human brain like the best work of art.

But it's not yours. No. Not yours. It will never be yours.

Your beautiful Earth, your beautiful home, your beautiful family… Everything was left behind, thousands of light-years away from Cybertron. You'll never come home. Because now you have a new home and a new family.

That's what your Conjunx Endura tells you. Optimus Prime.

Being human is a modest fate by the standards of the universe. Being a human who was appointed as a partner by Optimus Prime himself is something that countless beings dream of. Many. Except for you.

You hate Optimus. And your hatred is so blatant, so open, that no one doubts that if you had the strength, you would have killed Prime. Unfortunately, Optimus is almost impossible to kill. Even a great warlord like Megatron couldn't do it. And you're just a stupid weak organic person. Your punches, even on a Spark, won't do any harm. They won't do anything against this mighty metal body.

You hate your weakness. Because if you were at least a little stronger, you would be able to refuse Optimus. Optimus Prime is for you… He was blackmailing me. Oh yes, it was vile blackmail, unworthy of Optimus Prime, the leader of the Autobots and a fighter for the freedom of every living being. Optimus told you that either you're with him, or the Autobots won't protect Earth. It was a personal conversation. It was a difficult conversation. It was a conversation that resulted in you saying yes. Not because you were scared by Prime's threats, but because you knew they weren't threats. He's really going to do it. He refused to cooperate with humanity and the Decepticons destroyed the Earth.

You didn't want this to be the end of your planet. To all those billions of wonderful people. They shouldn't have died just because of your pride. Your fate, your life, your honor, meant nothing compared to the life of an entire civilization.

You hated your fate. Because your life with Optimus Prime is fate, an evil fate. There was nothing you could do. Should I say no? … no. Could not. That's why you're here, thousands of light-years away on Cybertron. Are you waiting for your Conjunx Endura in your shared compartment and thinking that maybe you should kill yourself? Why: it's an idea. If you die, you will no longer suffer for the whole world.

But you are too weak to end everything here and now. Too weak. Criminally weak. And you wait, like a devoted dog waits for its master.

Precisely! Master. That's who Optimus Prime is. Your master- and may he never accept such a designation of your relationship, you know it's true. Once Optimus says something to you, asks you for something, you will do it without asking unnecessary questions.

Not because you want to. Because you know the true price of rejection.

You didn't know why one of the most noble and high-ranking Cybertronians in the universe turned out to be the most primitive… A xenophile! A pervert! A nobody who directly threatened someone who was billions of times weaker.

But it was like that. Probably, everyone in this world had their own sins. And even a holy being like Optimus Prime was no exception. I wonder if the Decepticons still existed, would they use this situation for propaganda? Probably, yes.

The automatic doors open, and the only person who could enter the compartment enters. The blue optics of the Optimus Prime shine with a soft, calm light. After the Autobot victory in the war, Prime was… He's calm. Almost peaceful. He's always been like this. You've never seen Optimus Prime angry.

"My Spark."

You hated being treated like that. Actually, it was one of the most intimate love affairs on Cybertron. Literally, "my Soul." Literally "my everything".

You would like Optimus Prime to consider you just one of billions of people.

But he called you his everything, and you nodded good-naturedly, welcoming him.

"Optimus."

I wonder if Stockholm syndrome has developed in your organic brain? Optimus has never beaten you - if he dared, you would have died at the same moment. Optimus has never insulted you - if he had, you would have been morally destroyed. Optimus… He behaved very well. Respectfully. Except for the moment he took you into fucking slavery.

"How was your day?"

Optimus asks, coming closer to you. There's greed in his eyes. Prime shouldn't be greedy, but because of you, he's just like that.

"Just like anyone else. You know."

Of course he knew. Because you were under round-the-clock surveillance. Because you didn't have a chance to escape at all. Not even hope. Even…

"I've read the story of Cybertron. Thanks for the translation."

"It's the least I can do for you."

You hate him. You hate it because Optimus Prime doesn't behave like a typical rapist or maniac. He's behaving very well, but you know that's a lie. And the others? Do others understand this?

"My Spark…"

"Please don't call me that. I have a name."

Name. Not an animal's name.

"I know about it. I'm just honoring you as my Conjunx Endura. Don't you understand that?"

Optimus comes closer, looms over you, and you realize that you have nowhere to run. Your knees are shaking, and you're ready to cry.

"I'm sorry. I… don't deserve these honors."

"Nonsense. Who told you that? They always honor their partners on Cybertron. I, as Prime, do it too."

Metal fingers touch your back, lifting the edges of your clothes. You hate it. You're afraid of that. You know you're going to enjoy it, but at what cost?

"Optimus, I'm tired. I don't want intimacy, I…"

"Be quiet."

And you're silent. You keep quiet obediently and cowardly. Optimus looks at you carefully, almost getting his eyes under your skin. Into the very Soul.

"You're beating me up, my Spark. Did I hurt you? Did I offend you in some way?"

Yes! Yes, yes, yes! You want to scream that Optimus raped you, that he enslaved you, that you hate this planet, these creatures and this Prime, but… But instead, you just lower your head like a guilty child.

"It's hard for me to get used to Cybertron. And our interaction. This is human psychology, Optimus. I can't adjust to Cybertronian standards so quickly. I'm sorry about that."

You don't have to apologize, but you do it over and over again. Like an obedient trained animal.

"I understand. I'm sorry."

The touches don't go away. Optimus touches you more boldly, more strongly, more dangerously. You can hear the inner hum of his mechanisms.

"I'll help you adapt. Will you let me?"

Tears are streaming down your cheeks, but you nod convulsively. You take off your clothes yourself: Optimus never tears them, but you can't let him take them off you. It's humiliating.

"Thank you, my Spark. You'll never regret it."

You're already regretting it, but you still obediently spread your legs and let Optimus Prime call you his Conjunx Endura. Because you don't have a choice.

Probably, Optimus Prime with his madness has no choice either.

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Hi, is anyone here...ha ha Well, I just wanted to tell you that I had a question, how about SG Optimus × Decepticons Reader?

You knelt before the throne. The throne room of Prime's palace looked gloomy, befitting its eternal owner.

The flasks containing the remains of the Cybertronians who had once displeased Optimus Prime instilled animalistic terror in the Decepticons' sparks.

But not in yours.

You looked only at Optimus Prime's face, and there was no fear in your gaze. There was a silent challenge.

“Kill me and let's end this.”

Prime laughs at your words. You don't find it funny.

You were tortured for hours before this meeting. Your wings are broken and your T-gear is destroyed. They tried to humiliate you, but even on your knees, you have more self-respect than those who tortured you.

“You won't die. Not today.”

“I can wait until tomorrow.”

You are defiant, but Prime only smiles even wider at your insolence. He finds it funny.

“What do you think, should I leave you to the Destroyers? I think they'll continue the conversation they didn't finish in the torture chamber.”

“They got bored with me after five hours.”

“You didn't scream?”

Optimus sounds interested. He wants to know more about your pain.

No, you didn't scream. You shut off any sound that could escape your throat. The Autobots weren't supposed to enjoy your pain.

“Your hand-held maniacs are too weak to make me scream.”

It's a challenge, and Prime understands it correctly. He rises majestically from his throne, a quiet chuckle escaping his lips.

“Wonderful, my little Decepticon. Just wonderful.”

You try to dodge Optimus Prime's touch, but he squeezes your neck. You can no longer turn away.

“I think we can come to an agreement.”

You didn't know what Optimus Prime wanted to agree with you about.

And you didn't want to know.

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Yan Optimus hypnotizes human to love and connect with him?

Hypnotic collar

“It's… cute, I guess.”

You wanted to say that it was very strange. Very strange when a huge, centuries-old robot gives you…

“Is it a necklace?”

“A type of Cybertronian jewelry.”

“Are you giving this to me?”

Your fingers involuntarily stroke the smooth metal of the jewelry. It's beautiful. Damn beautiful.

“Yes, it's a gift for you.”

You don't really want to accept this gift from Optimus, but your soul quickly surrenders to the pressure of those blue optics.

This necklace looks too good to say no to. Even to Optimus Prime. Your partner, and…

"That's very sweet of you. Thank you."

As Optimus carefully places the necklace around your neck, you think about how it's too small for a Cybertronian piece of jewelry.

And you think about how the necklace looks too much like a collar. Beautiful and expensive, but a collar nonetheless.

And then any thought that would cast doubt on Optimus Prime disappears from your mind.

***

You involuntarily stroke the metal of your necklace. It looks beautiful on your neck. You'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't like it.

You like pressing your body against the warm metal even more. Optimus lies beneath you — so huge and beloved — and you can't help but close your eyes in bliss.

The collar warms your neck, but your love for Optimus Prime warms you even more.

[kaeso4ka]

My friend @bessart707 drew one art for me: my original character and Optimus Prime for TFP. I love it ❤️

[kaeso4ka]

Your usual conversation with Optimus

Pairing: yandere! TFP! Optimus Prime x human! reader

If only Optimus had realized that…

Buying you was impossible. Optimus offered immortality, and you refused. He offered power over countless creatures, and you refused. Offered luxury, knowledge, wealth, and you... You didn't want it.

“So you want to bargain for my love?” came out of my mouth one day.

“No. I wish to earn it.”

You wrinkle your nose and realize how hard it is. How hard it is to explain to another that there are no feelings. There is no price for which you will sell your Soul to your Devil.

“You can earn it. Leave me alone forever, and then, so be it, I'll love you.”

“You'll forget me.”

You chuckle. Forgetting Prime is simply impossible.

“Don't flatter me, I don't have such a bad memory,” you now look at Optimus with extreme openness, ”need a price for my love? Then so be it: freedom. That is that price.”

But Prime says nothing to that: it's the one thing he can't give you.

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part 2

You could say you have a choice. At least between joining the Prime Squad on Earth and being a loner. As it stands, you're still an unreliable element.

Then you could try to move on to the Decepticons, but their position is not credible. Megatron now seems distraught.

Which is why you find yourself back in a confined space with Optimus Prime. And while the Prime Palace had room to maneuver, the human base does not.

You run into Optimus in the corridors, in the main compartment, on the observation deck… And one day you even see him in your compartment when you wake up from a nightmare. You don't pretend to feel Optimus sitting beside you; he pretends not to realize you're awake. You're in this position for long hours.

It's creepy. Prime can't seem to believe he can see you here, so close to him, after millennia. You can't believe it either.

Eventually Optimus leaves. And you realize it's time to run. Your gut screams that over millions of years of war, Optimus Prime has changed too. And if he was willing to engage in bizarre judicial machinations before, what might he be willing to do now?

You just go out on patrol and then you don't come back. You've got a supply of energy, you've got the ability to navigate. It all depends solely on your skills.

You know you don't have a lot of time. Ideally, you should fly off the planet and get lost among the stars. There's only enough time to go to the moon.

The moon is peaceful. The lifeless rock reminds you of Cybertron. You're almost getting your life back together.

You're running out of power, but you're in no danger of returning to Earth. You see a Decepticon ship a couple times, but you don't signal. Pretty soon, you fall into stasis.

… and then you wake up on Earth in the medical bay. The Autobots have a space portal. I wonder if Prime ordered it for the Decepticons or for you.

The answer comes quickly. You're a prisoner now. Prime lied to everyone around you and your former sororities think you're a renegade.

They won't let you off the base anymore. In fact, Optimus won't let you out of his compartment. He tells the others that he can keep an eye on you.

Before doing so, Arcee suggests that they imprison you in one of the empty cells and put you into forced stasis. Prime's idea seems dubious, but who are they to argue with that decision?

You rush around the compartment. The walls are pressing down on you. You made a big mistake. You should have run during the mobilization, become neutral.

And then Optimus Prime shows up. ⁃ Optimus tells you that you should finally talk. You nod. A conversation is really needed. ⁃ Prime comes in from a distance. He says some strange and wild things. Talks about how you are destined for him by Primus; that you are a brave warrior in his ranks, but deserve a higher status. That he truly loves you and his offer of conjunx endura still stands.

You interrupt Optimus and repeat your answer. “No.”

Prime is silent.

You are silent. The battle protocols scream of danger from someone who is supposed to protect the Cybertronians. The one who has become a symbol of freedom during this war. The only good thing is that you've never been fooled.

Ultimately, Optimus nods. He tells you that you have a lot of free time on your hands. There's a war going on, Prime still has limitless powers, and you… And you're living with him now, in the same compartment. You sleep in the same bed. Eating the same food. You sleep next to him.

One day you'll have no choice. One day you'll break.

And even if you don't, the mnemosurgeons know what they're doing.

Optimus allows himself a weak smile and walks away, leaving you to ponder.

Yes, that's definitely what they call fate.

[kaeso4ka]

Hi... I don't know if you're going to answer, but I want to know what would happen if Optimus met a Cybertronian version of his human. He would be curious about them.

Pairing: yandere! TFP! Optimus Prime x cybertronian! reader

Hi! Thank you so much for the idea for the plot. I really hope I was able to implement it well. I would like to take this opportunity to ask you to send me requests. I really enjoy writing them!

You are a regular resident of Cybertron, somewhat sympathetic to the Decepticons. Your alt-mod doesn't make you the slaggiest of slags, but you still can't even look up to the Senate staff.

When war breaks out, you feel a strange joy. You want to join the Decepticons, but you're not sure you can kill. I suppose you could be a propagandist?

But none of that matters, because your alternate mode is a Seeker, and your city is occupied by the Autobots. Mobilization begins.

Military mobilization doesn't care if you want to fight or not. You will fight for the Autobots, and if you don't, you will be killed and your spare parts will be given to those who want to fight. Maybe that's not what good guys do, but there are no good guys in war.

When there's a knock at your door, you're ready to say yes.

To fight on the side of the Autobots is to betray yourself. But to try to help the Decepticons is to condemn yourself to torture. You're thinking.

And then the years go by. You still don't betray the Autobots, but you don't become an ideological associate. Centuries pass, and you realize that the Decepticons are no longer who they were. Or have they always been that way?

It all comes down to one battle. You're fighting a Decepticon Seeker for some kind of relic. The air battle rattles around, and you think you're going to die.

But you win. It's far from your first victory for this war, but it's one of the most impressive. So it's not strange that you're being presented for an award.

You've been summoned to the capital, Iacon, for this. And it's Optimus Prime himself who's presenting you with the award.

You could have been so gracious and tried to please the commander-in-chief and ruler of Cybertron, but instead, you limit yourself to pleasantries. You don't like Prime's company, you don't like his intense stare or the strange intonation in his voice.

Yes, you absolutely do not like Optimus Prime. You're not enamored with Autobot propaganda, and you know that almost all of the Primes in the history of the planet have been slags.

After the awards ceremony, you want to get back to the front - or somewhere else, away from Iaokon. But suddenly you receive a notification. You are now officially on vacation.

You try to find out the details, but all the bots around you shrug their shoulders. Orders from above, that's what they say.

And then you find some very expensive energon in your compartment. It's a gift. At least that's what the accompanying note says.

The expensive energon goes in the trash. You weren't born yesterday and you know you could be poisoned. Perhaps Decepticon intelligence could do it.

But… No. It's not the Decepticons. The strange handouts continue, and you begin to suspect you have a secret admirer. The gifts seem unnecessarily expensive, but surprisingly more necessary than expensive energon. Most recently, you were given a collection of ancient scriptures that you have long dreamed of.

Your vacation ends, but you don't have time to leave for the front. You are broken into by mechs and detained afterward. You're accused of treason. The reason for this is the old letters you wrote in support of the Decepticon movement.

You're not tortured, but you are put in solitary confinement. No lawyer. No court-martial. Just mute imprisonment.

Solitude doesn't kill you. You just think you should have done a better job of cleaning up your messes.

And then Optimus Prime comes to see you in person.

Your conversation. Strange. It's not a conversation between the accused and the accuser, between a criminal and a judge, between a subordinate and a superior, between a simple Cybertronian and the second to Prime. It's just a dialog on a near-political topic. Prime seems to be interested in your opinion.

You try to answer carefully. You choose your words so that you don't get the death penalty in your sentence.

Instead of a sentence, by the end of the dialog, all you get is an offer to become Optimus Prime's personal secretary.

And it's not so much an offer as an ultimatum. You're still charged with treason.

And you accept.

And after that, you are no longer at war, but living in the Prime's palace, Iaokna.

Your new job doesn't involve mortal danger, but it doesn't make it any safer. The charges against you have been dropped, but everyone around you knows you're an unreliable element.

Optimus Prime alone believes you.

You sense a catch. You could pretend it's okay, but you're not stupid. You can put two and two together.

Optimus Prime is paying attention to you. Quite openly. Quite specific.

Then you understand everything. The expensive gifts, the accusations of infidelity, Prime's strange behavior… You're in big trouble.

You try to hint to Optimus that you're very pleased, very flattered, very embarrassed, but you can't be with Prime. You're even willing to go back to war - or accept a harsh sentence, but definitely not to be paired with that mech.

Because you're still against the Prime dictatorship.

Because you're intimidated by Optimus.

Because, in the end, what you value most is freedom and honesty. Prime has taken both away by soft force.

At the end of it all, Optimus offers you to be his conjunx endura.

You say no, even though you realize that you definitely have no power over your destiny now.

From that day begins a long escape across cities, planets, and galaxies. So long that one day you fall into stasis, and wake up after millennia on planet Earth, inhabited by organics.

And there you meet the one you've been running from for so long.

Isn't that what they call fate?

[kaeso4ka]

You turn Optimus' cabin into your home. Or he does it himself...

Pairing: yandere! TFP! Optimus Prime x human! reader

Optimus' alt-form cabin started to turn into your personal home somehow unnoticed. It started when you forgot your jacket. She remembered about it only when during one of the next trips she noticed it on top of the chair. You wanted to pick it up, but Optimus, begging you hard and not trying to explain himself, asked you not to take the jacket.

And so it was: the jacket became a perpetual attribute of the patrols. You didn't wonder where the jacket disappeared after the transformation, or if it disappeared at all.

The next thing was a scarf. Then a thermos. Next - an elastic band for hair.

The alt-form cabin was actively cluttered, although Optimus assured you that no ndjz thing was in his way. Even if during combat. Never at all.

You only snorted at that: there was no doubt that Optimus was actively satisfying himself while he was holding your stuff. There was no question that you didn't have much money to give your stuff to just anyone.

But it turned out that now you spent a lot of time in Optimus' cabin. Even your own room looked less cozy than that place.

At one point Optimus tried to talk to you about renovating their future shared quarters in Iacon, but you threatened to take all your stuff back to your place.

Prime never brought up the subject again.

[kaeso4ka]

What does Optimus Prime love about you?

Pairing: yandere! TFP! Optimus Prime x human! reader

Eyes. Optimus is incredibly fond of your eyes. They're so beautiful. They don't glow like Cybertronians, but they reflect your soul. Optimus loves your eyes even more the moment you look at him. Only him. Always.

Lips. Cybertronians don't have lips - in truth, they don't have anything so soft and captivating at all. Optimus can't take his eyes off your lips, and he can't fight the indomitable urge to kiss you. There's no kissing culture on Cybertron, but for Optimus Prime, it's now incredibly important.

Neck. Your slender, swan-like neck. Optimus likes to leave bruises on it, red, purple. Anything. Your skin takes on incredible colors under his touch.

Breasts. Prime's touch on your breasts is always gentle but demanding. He loves kissing your breasts, caressing them, stroking them.

Arms. Your palms are incredibly delicate compared to his. Yet Optimus knows how much pleasure your fingers can give him.

Your thighs. Your thighs are perhaps Optimus' greatest attraction. Squeezing them until they bruise is something Optimus can afford.

Brain. Your brain is the most valuable thing Prime sees in you. After all, it's where your personality is stored.

[kaeso4ka]

Prime drinks a large dose of synthetic energon

Pairing: yandere! TFP! Optimus Prime x human! reader

It wasn't that Optimus couldn't approach you without synthetic energon. It was that Prime couldn't remove all the limitations imposed by status, morality, species differences.

Orion Pax never drank for courage. Optimus Prime especially did not. You've changed things.

Synthetic energon is almost like a drug. It removes all constraints, allowing the processor to not think about what comes next. Living in the moment, as they would say on Earth. Even in war, Optimus Prime couldn't live in the moment, but now…

You're scared. There's something wrong with Optimus, and you feel it. You see it. How long has it been since Prime changed his optics to green?

Optimus takes you to his compartment. You're shivering, and Prime is admiring it, albeit unwittingly. You're afraid, and he's ready to protect you from any threat. Except himself. He doesn't see himself as a threat.

You ask what happened. Optimus barely smiles. That smile makes goosebumps run down your back. Primes don't smile - you remember that.

Optimus isn't harassing you, no! He just runs his lips over your body, tearing your clothes and trying to get under your skin. Too bad he's too big and metallic for you.

There's a lump in your throat. You want to call for help, but you can't. Somehow you realize that none of the Autobots can help you.

The synthetic energon won't wear off for many hours, and your night with Prime was just beginning.

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You send Prime into the shadow zone, but getting rid of him isn't so easy

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You opened your eyes slowly. The night landscape of your own room, shrouded in the misty twilight, made it hard to tell whether you were asleep or awake.

You hardly wanted to get up late at night, but it wasn't your body's urge - or even your nightmare - that decided it for you, it was the quiet trill of the phone. You didn't have any newfangled ringtone; it was the most classic ringtone. Quiet, unobtrusive.

And yet, it woke you up. At two o'clock in the late night.

You didn't know what kind of smartass wanted to call you. Even if something had happened - and it's been a long time since anything could have happened - you'd have been disturbed personally.

The caller's number was unidentifiable. There were several calls, all a few minutes apart. You woke up on the fourth call.

Slowly swiping the notifications, you were half asleep. She would have fallen asleep with the phone in her hands if the fifth call hadn't come at that very moment.

“Hello?...” you cleared your throat. “I'm listening to you.”

There was silence on the other side. There was silence in the receiver. You even moved the phone away from your ear to make sure the call was going through.

“Is the connection bad?” you asked into the void. “Hi?”

Just as you were about to drop the call, there was a beeping sound on the speaker. Unpleasant, loud, long.

“Bitch!” and the call was finally dropped. “Fucking jokers,” the phone rang quietly again, announcing another call, but you quickly canceled the call and turned off your cell phone.

Sleep didn't come for a long time that night.

***

Optimus turned his helmet to the side, moving his arm away from the audio sensor.

It had been so long since he had heard his Spark's voice.

How long had it been since he had been imprisoned in the Shadowzone? How long had it been since he had wandered between those ancient Earth rocks, not a click closer to freedom?

Prime couldn't remember anymore. The processor had only one task: to find its way back to you, back to you.

After all, Optimus had to talk to you about why you shouldn't have opened two dimensional portals close to him.

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Optimus is assembling the constructor. But there's just one thing

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Optimus crouched lower, scrutinizing the alien's inner workings. Much was still missing - the work was by no means finished - but the mech felt almost a sense of excitement. It was interesting. It was… Anticipatory. Optimus was anticipating, not so much the result of his labors, but your reaction.

You're gonna love it. You're gonna love it, even if you don't show it. It was always so hard for his Spark to be grateful - if only for the sake of appearances! - But could a mech stay mad at you for long? No, he couldn't. He couldn't at all. Not for a minute, not for a second.

Now more than ever, Prime wished he had been a medic. Medical upgrades were missing from Optimus's body and now it was a problem: he had to work manually, using third-party tools. Of course, Prime had taken advice from Ratchet. He had long offered to work on the project himself - or at least together with Optimus - but everything was decided on the fact that the medic only supervised from the outside. Observing, guiding, but not touching with his manipulators to….

Optimus himself decided to assemble a Cybertronian hull for you. Ratchet was against it: assured that only a Cybertron-built hull could withstand a real Spark after cyberforming, but Prime couldn't agree. You deserved better. Primus could give you any corps he wanted - including one that would cause an unstoppable wave of rage in you.

Prime didn't want to feel his anger anymore. That's why he assembled segment after segment of the new Seeker hull. Perfect. Beautiful. It wouldn't have weapons, but it would have wings. No Cybertronian angularity, but human-like shapes.

When the time comes, you will see this hull. Maybe you won't be able to appreciate it right away. Maybe she'll resist it for a long time. Maybe. But it doesn't matter. Optimus is patient. He has many millions of years ahead of him - and so do you.

Soon.

Very soon.