#yandere optimus prime x reader

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damn, will you continue that soft yandere Optimus Prime or leave it there? it was pretty good 👀

Optimus Prime - The Soft Yandere PART 2 

The war had ended, and the Autobots had made Earth their home. It had become much calmer without the chaos of the Decepticons’ wrath- though there were still a few of them out there trying to keep the fight going. They were certainly a lot weaker than Megatron, though, so they weren’t as hard to take down.

You and Optimus had a blooming relationship, but lately you’d tried to take time alone. You loved him, but he was suffocating you with affection. While you were injured and couldn’t do much for yourself it was fine, but now it’s just too much. 

You heard a honk echo in the street and you sighed. You turned around to see the all-too familiar semi truck. With a huff you made your way to it and got in. “Damn it, Optimus! I told you I wanted to walk by myself.” 

He was taken back. You almost never cussed- especially at him. “What’s wrong, my love?” 

“I wanted to walk! Why did you pick me up?”

“Decepticons are still active. They may use you to get to me and the others.”

You rolled your eyes- another thing you rarely did. Your attitude has been a huge issue with him lately. “There hasn’t been a sighting in THREE months! I can’t handle this right now. I’m walking the rest of the way.” You moved to the handle of the car, trying to get out. The handle wouldn’t budge. “Optimus, open the door.”

“No.” A simple answer left the radio as the car began its drive to your house. 

You started to pull more at his door. “Optimus! I said let me out- now!” A panic began to overtake you. He’d never acted like this before.

“Have I done something to upset you?” He sounded like a kicked puppy.

You lowered your arm, feeling a little guilty. “Optimus… I feel suffocated. I just want some time alone, and I don’t understand why you won’t leave me alone for a little while. I love you- but you’re scaring me.”

Optimus was silent for a moment. He said nothing as he slowly opened the door. You scrambled outside and gently laid a hand on his side. 

“Just a few days, please. Please.” 

Optimus said nothing as he drove away, leaving you in the dust. You felt guilty- but you’d be lying if you didn’t enjoy the time alone. You finally felt free. 

It was only three days, but you realized that you may not love Optimus like you used to. He used to be so sweet and kind, always giving you the space you wanted. Now he was controlling. You weren’t allowed to go anywhere alone because the now disbanded decepticons might get you, however unrealistic that was. 

Optimus wouldn’t even listen to Ratchet’s advice, who advised him to take a step back. Maybe it was for the best if the both of you went on a break to see how things would go. You called Optimus to meet at your house tonight. 

“What is it you wanted to speak about?” Optimus held out his hand, which you climbed onto. He sat you on the roof so you’d be at his eye level. 

You shuffled your feet nervously. “Optimus… I think we should take a break. We’ve had a… tense relationship as of late and I-”

“No.” You were stunned into silence as he continued. “I love you far too much to allow you to just abandon this relationship. We can work through it- we will not just leave it.” 

It was almost impossible to speak with the weight of the conversation. “Optimus… this is the problem. You’re far too controlling.”

“The Decep-”

You held your hand up. “Let me finish. The Decepticons haven’t been an issue in months. Every Time you do find one, you defeat them easily. I wanted it to just be a break, but now I’m thinking we need to break up instead.” Tears filled your eyes. It was for the best you said this, though. 

Optimus scooped you up and held you in front of his faceplates. “You’re just confused. I understand- but you will learn with time.” He smiled.

“Optimus, put me down. Please.”

Optimus instead transformed around you. You tried to do anything- kick the door, kick the glass. Nothing worked. 

The Prime got tired of you kicking him and wrapped the seatbelt around you tightly. Any attempts at a struggle would make the belt tighten, so you quickly gave in so as to not be deprived of oxygen. 

Soon, Optimus pulled into a base much like the Autobot’s. It would be confused for it, actually, if not for the spiderwebs and lack of tech. Optimus transformed and placed you on a platform. 

“Where are we?” You looked around. 

“Your new home.” You looked up at him in confusion and fear as he just smiled at you. “I know it’s not much now, but we’ll make it a great home. I have gotten you a few things to make your transition easier.” He gestured to a large stack of items. Books, clothes, furniture. Everything you’d need to survive was there.

Backing up, you whimpered. “Optimus, this is crazy. Take me back home- you’re scaring me. I can’t stay here!”

The tall bot merely pat your head. “You will learn to love it, and relearn to love me. You will be safe here, I promise. You will never want for anything.”

“I want to go home!” 

Optimus frowned. He knew this was hard for you- but you had to stay with him. Don’t you know how much he’d done for you? “You’re staying here, and that’s final.” He leaned down to kiss your head. “I love you. I have to go now, but I will be back soon.” With that, he was gone.

You ran around trying to desperately find an exit. Nothing would open. Every door was sealed tightly and no matter how much you pushed, pulled, or slammed into would make it budge even an inch. 

You fell to the ground in exhaustion and defeat. You were never going to get out of here, and you were always going to be with Optimus. You didn’t have a choice.

[callsign-relic]

Hi! How are you? Sorry for my rudeness early, but I was so excited when you open your request that I kind of forgot saying at least hi. Anyways, can I request the continuation of your story about Optimus Primer/humanF reader First Contact ?👀 It was a very interesting plot. And I certainly want to know more about it.

Wow, two people asking for a sequel of the same fic!!! You guys must have really enjoyed it HAHAH. I’m more than happy to write it for you both :) for those who haven’t seen it, here’s part one! Hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: SFW, Fem!Human!Reader, Yandere, First Contact AU

When you next awoke, you didn’t recognize any of your surroundings.

As you laid flat on your back, eyes slowly opening as they adjusted to the light, you saw the expanse of the room’s ceiling stretch out high above you— farther than you could ever reach, and much higher than the ceiling to your bedroom. Head pounding, you sit up, and even as that little motion gives you vertigo you try and push through the pain to try and figure out where you were.

Your vision finally clears up, and you grimace at the sight of the drab brown walls that surrounded you. The place was huge, yet from where you were standing, it all seemed relatively eye-level… Just what was this place? How did you get here?

Then, you hear the sound of metal. Clanging rhythmically behind you, slowly becoming louder and louder until it’s heavy echoes are all you can hear.

You turn around and, suddenly, all of the memories come flooding back to you.

Two giant robots, one falling dead at the other’s feet.

Your life flashing before your eyes as you thought it would all come to an end under the pede of an oblivious mech.

Only for that mech to notice you and whisk you away to lands unknown, as you passed out before you could see how far he had taken you.

And the mech whose name you would soon learn is Optimus Prime.

“Ah, you’re awake, little one.”

The gigantic mech leans down before the platform you quickly realized was a table, leveling his face before you. The blue glow of his optics reflect in front of you, and that also makes you realize that glass surrounded you at all sides. You were trapped in a giant cage.

Now, some morbid part of you almost wishes you were crushed that day.

The glass ceiling slides open with a smooth click, and a black servo suddenly encompasses your vision. Instincts kick in and you stumble backwards, landing on your bottom, kicking yourself further and further back until you bump roughly against the wall.

Optimus’ warm smile fades the tiniest bit. His optical ridges furrow as he huffs a little sigh. “I understand. You’ve certainly been through a lot these past few hours. But I can help you.”

Without regard for your panicked state, Optimus’ servo approaches you anyway— long, thick digits wrapping all around your form. You can only let out a breathy scream as the world shrinks around you, the mech pulling you out from your containment into the big new world that surrounds you. The pressure around you then releases all at once, and you’re left sitting smack in the middle of his palm. Despite your better judgment, your fear of heights suddenly takes over, and you scramble over to cling to Optimus’ thumb.

“It is alright, little one, there’s no need to be afraid,” the mech assures you, running the tip of his free digit on the top of your head all the way down your hair in slow, methodical motions. His whispered comforts escape you, however, as the alien language he speaks only instills a deeper fear within you. No matter how much you try to pull away from his touch, the mech’s finger always finds its place on your head again.

Eventually, you lurch forwards once again as Optimus carries you forward across the base. You want to shut your eyes, pretend none of this is real, hoping that in the next moment you wake up and this was all some messed up dream— but you can’t. There’s too much adrenaline running through you to do so. Not to mention, the constant reminder that Optimus was there, taking such gentle care in your tiny human body.

“Ah, I see it finally woke up,” a different voice calls out. Your head perks up at the sound, but your stomach drops at the sight. Another one of these giant aliens— thankfully slightly less menacing in appearance. Boxy in its frame and painted in white and reddish-orange.

“Indeed, Ratchet. My little human seems to be doing much better now, thanks to your expertise.” Optimus’ digit finally pulls away from you, if only to gesture as he spoke with Ratchet.

The medic huffs out a scoff. “Well, it was certainly a challenge. Figuring out an entirely new alien anatomy is not something someone can typically cram within the span of a few hours.”

“All the more reason I could only trust you with such an important task, old friend.”

Ratchet resets his vocalizer, disregarding the compliment for the sake of continuing his report. “Besides its sudden power down when you brought it in through the ground bridge, all of its other vital stats seem relatively normal,” he explains, turning fully away from the computer module to face his companion. “If all goes well, you’ll be able to return it to its natural habitat in no time.”

While the movement was imperceptible to Ratchet, from your view, you could notice Optimus’ fingers twitch at the news. Curling inwards ever so slightly, hiding you away from the world the slightest bit. Pulling you closer to him, and him alone.

“That may not be necessary, Ratchet,” he decrees in that all-knowing voice of his. Though Ratchet blinks in surprise, Optimus continues. “I first encountered the human during a battle with the Decepticons. Though I emerged victorious, the Decepticons may now be searching for the human as a result. In order to secure her safety, I find the best course of action to be that she stays by my side until the threat level decreases enough for her to be safe on her own.”

The older bot sputters for a moment. While Optimus wasn’t exactly wrong— any life lost by the hands of the Decepticons was bad, and if they could intervene in any way, they should— but, still. Something about the Prime’s insistence felt… off. Ratchet almost wanted to argue further against it, see how he would react— but he knew he didn’t have much standing ground for a decent argument. At least, not yet.

“…alright,” the medic finally conceded, and a soft smile spreads across Optimus’ faceplate. “Only until the threat level dies down. Then, we’re returning it home.”

“Thank you, old friend.” The blue and red mech reaches out a servo, landing it softly upon Ratchet’s shoulder playing and staring kindly into his optics.

All the while, Optimus’ servo shifts around you. No longer did it serve as a platform hanging above the air, but it pulled in closer towards his frame— pressing you right up against his spark. The powerful energy throbbed and hummed beneath you, the deep reverberations filling your ears entirely. You couldn’t pull back from it if you tried, as his curled digits surrounded you like a brick wall.

“I will ensure she doesn’t leave my sights.”

[yandere-wishes]

The more I study electronics the more I'm positive whoever came up with Transformers smut terms was studying something in the electronics engineering field.

[yandere--stuck]

Hello! I wanted to say AMAZING job on that platonic yandere autobot post- yandere posts with the kids in them always put a pit in my stomach but I can admit you wrote it really well!

Though that makes me wonder what would happen with others that are either new and don't have a 'sparkling' or ones that have already been there (Ratchet and Optimus) who technically don't have a sparkling of their own? Like I know it's unlikely but I can't stop imagining smokescreen or wheeljack randomly snatching a human in their mid 20s and going "this is my kid" and no one fighting them on it

Aaaa thank you so much!! With Wheeljack I can see him and Bulkhead being like omg twinsies!! when they realize they both took in a 'human sparkling'. I hope you like these ^^

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I think if it's a situation where the 'sparkling' isn't taken care of by the whole team, Ratchet would be the most overprotective of his human sparkling. Like, you're not going anywhere without him there. You're not leaving the base even. You're lucky if he trusts the others to take care of you, or else he may just lock you in his resting quarters while he's away.

It's not that he means to punish you. You have to understand. He's just… Terrified. He loves you so much and it's terrifying. He can't lose another one. Please. He can't lose another child. It'll break him. Please, please, just understand. He loves you too much to let you be hurt again.

And it's not all bad! He loves to pick you up and hold you in his arms, pressed against his chassis. It's one thing he misses most about losing his little ones… He also enjoys playing games with you or indulging in interests and projects. He loves nothing more than to see a smile on your face and know how much you and your passions mean to him. Though, he has the tendency to go a bit overboard.

If he's delusional enough, he may believe you're somehow his child or grandchildren reincarnated. He'll tell you the memories he has of Cybertron with his family to try to jog your memory.

Despite his unconditional love for you, Ratchet is a grumpy old mech and has a tendency to be stern when need be - and even if not. He may raise his voice at times, but is quick to apologize and swoop you up into his arms.

Optimus' affection is more reserved than Ratchet's, but that doesn't mean he loves you any less! His adoration is usually expressed through praise and words of encouragement. I imagine The Matrix would try to curb this increasingly possessive parental attachment toward you, but perhaps Optimus can simply… Bend the rules just a bit?

It's only natural to see you as a sparkling, is it not? You were significantly younger and smaller than him and he'd taken on a protective role toward you, if anything, it'd be odd if he didn't see you as one. And it was his duty to protect the lives of humanity, especially against the Decepticons. He was doing this because he must. He must keep you safe. You're so small. So fragile. So young.

If he must keep constant communication with you to assure your safety, so be it. If he must disrupt your daily life to protect you from Decepticon attacks, he will do it gladly. And it hurts him to do so, but if locking you within the base is what stops Optimus from losing you, it is the price he is willing to pay. 

At some point, something glitches. Why should he be remorseful for his actions? You were family, after all. His sparkling. And he would do anything to keep you safe.

This glitch in his Matrix may also extend to Bumblebee, but perhaps less so because Bee is much less fragile than you. Optimus would love if the two of you began bonding. Not just to cement you as family, but it means another set of optics on you, as well.

Love the idea of Wheeljack either randomly being like "my baby now" with you without realizing Bulk was doing the same, so when they both go to show their kids off they get so hype because !!! Same wavelength! OR Jackie seeing Bulkhead getting his own Sparkling and being like 'hell yeah this planet has free kids' and zooming off to get his own.

Jackie would try to be as fun a caretaker as possible. Would love to joke around with you, play games, let you climb on him or sit on his shoulders. Also likes to tease you, usually about how small you are compared to him.  What? It's cute!

But, his patience can wear rather thin if you keep begging him to let you throwing tantrums, and while his punishments aren't physical in nature, they can be rather cruel.

For instance, if you're so insistent that he let you go, surely you wouldn't mind him driving you out into the desert and leaving you there, right? I mean, its basically the equivalent of what he'd be doing if he abandoned you when Cons and other dangers are everywhere on this planet! He'll drive out a couple miles before circling back and asking, rather smugly, if you got everything out of your system and were ready to come back to him.

Also! Two dads for the price of one! When he knows he's gonna be going down some dangerous roads and needs someone to watch after you, Bulkhead is the mech for the job!

I feel like Smokescreen would be more of an older sibling figure! No less protective of you than the others, but more of a different dynamic.

For instance, he really, really wants to impress you. He'll go out of his way to do tricks if it means your eyes are on him and smiling up at him. He loves to know you're happy and being the one to make you smile. He hopes you can look up to uim the same way he looks up to Optimus!

And for that, he's also hit very hard at any sign of conflict or disappointment from you. He doesn't really like the idea of punishments. You're far younger than him, you don't know what you're saying. You're confused and upset and so you're lashing out. It's okay, Smokescreen understands. If he ever does feel like you're purposefully trying to hurt him, he'll simply give you the silent treatment.

He loves scooping you into gentle hugs or holds, carrying you around the base. Also loves taking you out for car rides and just talking together.

And if any Decepticons even think about laying a claw on you, he'll make them wish they never existed <3

[jazz-miester]

Yandere Bayverse!Optimus x Decepticon Mech reader smut?

Also, I wanted to say that I LOVE your works! Especially that one Optimus x reader one.. it has me in a chokehold. Anyways, feel free to ignore!

Hung Over You

Pairing: Bayverse Optimus x reader

Reader type: Decepticon Mech

Song: Lady Lie- Rainbow kitten surprise

Warnings: I'm gonna put Dubious Consent here as a warning. I. Honestly i'd rather be safe than sorry yall. And please please for all that is holy. Get absolute consent from your partners before doing anything. If the yes isn't given whole heartedly and said with everything the person has to offer. Don't do it. It's not worth it.

An: Aww you're too sweet! I'm glad that you like my stuff so much! Hope that this is what you wanted lol. I'm not to familiar with the yandere thing so im lowkey just winging it. Also putting this under a read more because this came out to be 4186 words long lol.

Tags: @rawmeknockout hope you don't mind me tagging you in this lol.

You have caught his optic. Which honestly is the most dangerous thing you have ever had happen to you. There has been. Rumours that have spread from out of the Autobot ranks. But they had been rumours. Right?

Primes don't do that. They. They don't.

Not once did you truly worry though. When would you ever see him? You were one of the few medics that the Decepticon army had left. Most others had defected to the Autobots.

Really. It made sense. They left so they could work in a slightly safer environment where you were less likely to be offed by your patients. Still, even with how long you've been with the Decepticons you find yourself wondering why. Why have you stayed for so long despite the Decepticons going so far out of the ballpark of what they once stood for.

It was becoming less and less often you would find that reason to stay. And at this point you were only finding it in the older mechs. Those who were forced into their casts by the functionists all because they transformed into something other than a silly little microscope.

They were the ones that still fight so they would no longer have to risk their lives on a job that they higher nobles where to afraid to do. They stuck with the original Decepticon ideals so that their future younglings wouldn't have to live the harsh and horrid lives they did.

They are the reason you kept going. Kept doing what you did. They were he reason you still had a flicker of hope for the Decepticons. That Megatron was truly fighting for your peace. That he would lead Cybertronian kind into a new era. One of peace and prosperity in the way they never had before. A life where your frame didn't dictate how and who you would be.

You lost that little ember of hope on a Decepticon battlefield. Every attempt you made to help the others. To heal, to mend. All of it in vain when the bombs began to rain from above.

Again and again you went out dragging in bots and cons alike to some semblance of safety as the bombs screamed in the sky. You were forced to quit when an Autobot. And old and ancient mech stopped you and pulled you into the shelter. It was his rust colored paint that filled your vision as he gave you some sense of solace.

It was with him you grieved the loss of any hope you had left.

All of this. The wrought and ruin of his own troops, supplies, territory. All of it destroyed for a blind assault on the chance he could kill his enemy.

All of it because Megatron was to much of a coward to face Optimus Prime himself.

You did all you could. Tending to the injured. Helping even the Autobots. Or at least all that would allow you to.

It felt like a life cycle for the bombs to quit falling. Longer still for the metal of Cybertron to settle. And longer for the air to become ventable once again.

You did what you could to lead the injured up and out.

A lot of Decepticons turned their back on the cause after that. Most choosing the neutral path. Not willing to chance facing their brothers and sisters. Friends. Lovers.

Some, like you, pledged yourself to the Autobot cause.

It was on that battlefield that you saw him for the first time.

Optimus Prime.

There was a million and one warning bells going off in your helm the closer he came.

"Are you here to fight, or to stay?" His voice rumbled like distant thunder just before a storm of acid rain. This was the same question he had asked every con before you.

"Stay, I suppose." You spoke after a moment. You had long since torn away the Decepticon insignia. You could still feel the distant ache in your sparkchamber.

A botched job for what should have been the greatest moment in your lifecycle.

It meant nothing now.

"I have heard you helped my troops mech. Is this true?" Blue optics looked you up and down then stopped on your own. For the briefest moment you wondered if he could see you. Truly see you. As if the matrix gave him some supernatural ability to pick apart your very spark.

Cybertronians used to worship Primes.

"I did." You answered. "And I will continue to do so. If you allow. Optimus Prime." A grin split his lips when you were done speaking.

"If you are willing then yes.." He trailed off.

"Y/n sir." The Prime tilted his helm. Mouthed your name.

"Y/n." Something about the way he spoke it sent your spark pounding. Your takes turning.

Megatron sounded like that once.

Just before everything went to slag in a hand basket.

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That wasn't the last time you saw the Autobot leader. And it certainly wouldn't be the last.

"Y/n! Mech! Pay attention slaggit!" Ratchet's voice was right in your audio receptor. His servos moved with more efficiently than you have ever seen in any mech or femme. It was supernatural, almost, to watch.

The two of you were elbow deep in a mech. The damned frontliner decided to play hero.

You could have sworn you had seen Optimus. There in a window that the assistant has forgotten to close.

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"He's damned good. For a con." Ratchet would both praise and poke at you at the same time. "I'm glad he's on our side though."

You were proud with where you were at the moment. You had built a reputation for yourself. Worked in a place that made your skills worth something. You worked with bots that wouldn't have your helm for just venting wrong near them.

You caught a snippets of Ratchets and Ironhides conversation from where you were organizing field kits. Restocking and filing inventory on this had fallen to you after a while.

Well. You were until Optimus came spilling in. Energon flowed freely onto the floor where it really shouldn't have been.

Two mechs carried him in. You were quick to clear a med berth off. Already you were in the process of cleaning when Ratchet began barking orders

Time to show Ironhide those skills Ratchet was bragging about.

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Sometime later and what seemed like an obscene amount of energon, Optimus was deemed stable. Currently he was sleeping off the anesthetics.

"Will you keep an optic on him and tell me when he wakes kid?" You looked up from the data pad you were typing on when Ratchet spoke. "I have some reports I need to finish and I need to plan some care for when he wakes up." You waved a servo.

"I've got it Ratchet. Go do what you need to." With a heavy sigh he left. Muttering about Primes being stupid and self sacrificing for no good Primus damned reason.

You went back to restocking field kits. You needed something to do with your servos while you waited for him to wake up.

Which wasn't much longer after you finished. The Prime woke with a start. Bolting upright as he took in where he was. Some part of his processer still stuck out there on the feild.

It was only after he swing his legs over the side of the berth did you walk towards him.

"Prime. You need to stay laying down. If you get up now you could re open the welds me and Ratchet placed." Your voice was low. Soothing. The same voice you have used a thousand times over for Decepticon coming out of general anesthetics. At least this time you were greeted with a look rather that blaster fire.

Really. Megatron should have implemented some sort of psychiatric treatment for his troop.

Optimus said nothing as you walked up to him. Slowly you placed one servo on his shoulder. "I need to check on the welds before I go and get Ratchet. Are you ok with that or do you want me to get him to do it?" You always gave them the option. Some still didn't trust you. Former Decepticon and all.

"You may." The Prime leaned back slightly. His legs spreading further apart as he balanced himself. You said nothing other than giving him a nod before going to check the welds across his abdomen.

The welds looked ok. And they were still holding up despite the fact he decided to spring up off the berth. You took the opportunity to glance at the ones on his arms. Then checking the cabling at his neck that had become undone.

You froze for a moment when he leant forward. Slumping as if suddenly overcome by fatigue. Out of reflex you caught him by the shoulers. Bracing him as he fell forward. Optimus's helm fell on your shoulder. His servo brushing against your hip and thigh.

"Slaggit! Prime are you ok?" You pushed back on him. Righting the blue colored Prime. "Are you dizzy? Any pains that we were not aware of?" You looked over his face plates. Looking for the drain of nanites and fuzzy unfocused optics.

Nothing.

"I am fine. Just." He paused. "Apologies, Y/n. I did not mean to cause concern." There. Again. That same look he gave you on the battlefield sometime ago.

"Are you sure? It is no issue. I can go get Ratchet. He wanted me to get him after you woke anyways." A slight flicker on his face plates. A sort of, annoyance? Then.

"Get him if you must. Ratchet is my CMO for a reason." It wasn't until you pulled away did you realize Optimus's servo had been on your waist that entire time. Only did you know when you pulled away and his digits grazed along the dark grey plating.

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You felt like you were going insane. Someone was leaving you gifts. It wouldn't have been so bad if it wasn't for the fact it was inside your habsuit on your berth.

They were the things you liked. Sweetened energon candies. A very specific polish you thought you would never find again. There was even a praxian crystal rose at one point. Who would give that away to a former Con you would never know. After the fall of Praxus they had become scarce.

You saw Optimus a few times after he had been discharged from the med bay. He came a few times afterwards to keep the welds in check and to make sure the new cabling in his throat had took.

You had been the one to check on the welds after a while. And to make sure the Prime had proper movement in his left arm. The one that you were now currently holding and moving to ensure fluid movement in the shoulder joint.

There was that look again. Like he was staring into your very soul. You felt that if you bared your spark chamber you would feel less exposed.

"And this? Any pain, aches?" The Prime rumbled out a laugh. Not once had he looked away from you.

"No. Truly, it is fine. You've done a very good job." You could feel your faceplates warm. Not use to any type of praise.

"It was hardly all me. Ratchet did the bulk of it." Optimus humed. Pulling his arm away. His digits brushed against your chassis before they settled in his lap. He flexed his palms and you couldn't help but to look.

Only to sputter a cough before he looked up. Almost getting caught ogling the Primes thighs.

"Still. You have done good. I am grateful to have such a skilled mech on our side. Your skills are valued here, y/n." He spoke your name with an intensity.

The two of you locked optics for a moment. The Prime almost drawing you in. He servo rose and hovered next to yours. You swore he almost would have taken it in his if it weren't for Ratchet calling him to his office.

The look that covered his facelates looked almost murderous. You had stepped back when he did that. And the look had fallen almost as quickly as it had came. Filled with a different, almost fearful look at your reaction.

The Prime rose and left. Giving you one last look before going to meet Ratchet. When you glanced back down to the berth you felt you tanks turned.

There, in the center of the berth, was a singular Praxian rose. The one that twined the other currently beneath your berth.

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You said nothing about it to anyone. Instead quickly taking it and placing it within your subspace before Ratchet or any of the other medics or assistants could notice.

When Optimus left he had caught your optic then glanced at the berth the rose had been on. When he noticed it was gone and how quickly you had looked away. He smiled.

That night you had went to your habsuit shaken. Placing the rose with the other things you had been given.

Was. Was Optimus the one doing this? It would make sense seeing as how he would be one of the few with the proper codes to get into your habsuit.

But why? Why you? And was it really you?

You didn't fall into recharge that night. And you were in a daze for the next day cycle. Ratchet having reprimanded you more than once for your forgetfulness.

You nearly dropped the glass vials holding nanites when you saw him in the window looking into the supply closet. Optimus had studied you briefly before leaving.

You didn't move for many klicks. Servos shaking as you tried to calm yourself.

The next few days went the same. Catching Optimus in the corner of your optics every time you turned. It made you jumpy. Skittish. You began to pull away from the bots you had made friends with. Even to Ratchet who seemed to be concerned. But he said nothing. Did nothing other than lay his servo on your shoulder and give you the most sympathetic look you had ever seen.

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"Y/n. Prime needs you in his office." You glanced up dumbly to the femme that had called your name. You had been in the rec room watching some old holo vids Toptwist had put on. A chorus of oohs had filled the room. Most of the bots acting like you had just been called to the headmaster's office in the academy.

Instead you swallowed thickly and nodded your helm at the femme.

You're frame is shaking the entire walk down the hall. Your mind was racing.

Did you do something wrong? If so then what? As far as you knew you were doing everything Ratchet needed you to. You didn't cause any problems with the others. No matter how much you wanted to throttle some of them when they wouldn't stop fragging you over just because you used to be a Con.

Is that why? Did some mech of femme complain about you being a former Decepticon?

You didn't want to lose what you had here. To much. It. You had finally found a reason to keep fighting. The Autobots they held up the ideals that the Decepticons used to have.

You don't think you would be able to quit this. Not without some consequence on your mental health. You needed this.

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You stopped before the door to Optimus Primes office. You didn't know if you should com him or knock on the door. In the end you chose the latter. Fisted servo hovering before the engraved metal door for a klick before you knocked.

Ice flooded your frame. Something. Something spoke to you about this being a bad idea. That you should turn. Run.

Instead you ignored that millennia forged instinct.

"Enter." Optimus's voice sounded from the other side of the door after you knocked. The door sliding open and closing behind you quickly when you stepped inside.

His office was quaint. Small. There were odds and ends decorating shelves. A few organic plants here and there that looked well taken care of. It was such a rare sight to see. The war on Cybertron and rendered all organic life null. Unable to grow in such an hostile enviroment.

There were data pads from floor to roof on one wall. Suddenly you remember that the great Prime was just once a simple archivist in Iacon.

"There's no need to stand near the door, dear Y/n. I promise. You are not in any trouble here." Your helm snaps from the shelves of data pads and towards the Prime sitting at his desk. It was cluttered with data pads and reports. A few trinkets here and there. There was even a floating holo screen of what you assumed was him and a few other bots in one corner.

"I was told you needed me sir?" You strode to the center of the room. Just before the Primes desk. He smiled and shook his helm before rising from his seat.

"Please. There is no need for formalities here. I am just Optimus. " The Prime rounded the side of his desk before leaning against the side of it. Crossing his arms over his chassis.

You swallowed thickly. Finding yourself falling into a parade rest. "I was told you needed me, Optimus?" You repeated the question with his name instead. He gave a small laugh when he looked over at you.

"I meant it when I said there was no need for formalities Y/n. Please." Optimus pushed himself away from the desk as you made an attempt to stand comfortably. It was a little awkward.

Optimus stopped before you by less that a foot. You had to raise you helm to look him in the optics. You were not exactly a small mech but you reached just below the Primes chin.

"But yes. I did want you down here. I wanted to discuss something with you." His servo rose. The palm of his servo hovering just next to your helm before settling firmly on your shoulder. You couldn't help but look to that servo. Then to him as he began talking once again. "I have heard you've done good work here. And i'm proud of the fact that you are." The servo fell then digits hooked just below your chin.

Your spark began pounding in your chest. "I expect you have met my gifts well?" You optics widden and you pull away from those digits.

"That was you?" Your voice rose slightly at the end. At least that was a conformation. Whether or not it set you at ease was debatable to say the least.

"Of course. I'm sorry I couldn't deliver them in person though. I didn't need the others thinking I was playing favorites." His optics looked your faceplates over. His glossa darted out to wet his lips. "I find you to be the most brilliant mech I have had the honour to have in my troops yet. Y/n I have been hung over you since the moment I saw you." His servos cup either side of your helm. The size of them almost engulfing you.

"There is something addicting about you. I have yet to lay my servo on it. But. I wish to have you, if you will." His thumb brushed along your bottom lip. His optics following the movement of his thumb as he did this. "Of course we will have to keep this secret for a while. But I do not mind." His voice was low. Almost rattling in your chassis from how close he was now.

Chassis to chassis. Touching. So close. If the two of you were to slide the metal away. Surely your sparks would touch. The gesture here. Now. It was intimate.

Suffocating.

"Sir we can't. Its." Optimus's face darkened.

"Optimus. Please. Call me Optimus." His servos fell and once reached down to grab yours. He brought it up to his lips and layed a kiss on your scarred knuckles. His optics were on you the entire time. Blown wide with. Attraction? Lust? "And we can. The others will learn to deal with it."

Something pleasurable flooded your field when his wrapped over yours. Your processer fogged and you didn't know what to do. "Optimus I." You stopped when that pleasure flooded over you again. You legs shook and before you knew it you were moving. Your legs hit the desk and one moment you were standing. The next you were sitting. Optimus's servos wrapped around your thighs as he lifted yo up and onto it.

For a moment the fog lifted and you looked up to see a loopy grin on the Primes faceplates.

"Oh you look stunning just like that. I wonder if I could make you make that face again." He was between your legs. His servo traveled from your thigh and over your hip. It sprawled out over your stomach plating and up your chassis. His digits dipped in seems and pulled at wires that had a heat pooling below.

You whimper when his lips finally connecting with yours. Shivers running down your frame as he moves fervently. His servos cradle your helm as he does this. Drawing you in close. You servos find his wrists. You didn't know if you wanted to pull him away or hold him there so he would keep going.

He did leave you those gifts. It. It makes sense that he wouldn't do it in person. Right?

Right?

The two of you pull away with heated breaths. A string of fluid following your lips before breaking apart.

Your faceplates felt hot. Your vents where going rapidly. Trying to cool your heated frame.

Optimus lent in again and again. Laying kiss after kiss until he found your neck. Nibbling and sucking along the cabling there. You shiver and shook at the assault. Your frame reacting pleasantly to what he was doing.

"Such sweet sounds you are making. I wonder if you will sing the same while on my spike." His hips rolled as he said this. His servo landed on top of your interface array. "Please? My Y/n please?" Optimus spoke breathlessly. His helm pressed to yours. Your nose bumping against his as he moved to press another kiss to your lips. "For me? Please?"

And you did. Your array springing open and revealing your spike and valve to the room.

"The. The door. Is it locked?" You asked.

"Mmm? Yes." Optimus told you. His digits fluttering over your valve. A whimper left your lips as he teased you. Digits skimming over your valve. Your aching node to tease your weeping spike. "Look at you. Is all this for me?" He pressed a kiss to your chin.

"Yeah." You spoke. "Yeah. Just for you." A low moan left you when he sunk his digits within you. Digits curling as he pumped them in and out of you. He moved slowly. Gathering the fluid that left you and spreading his digits apart to slowly ease you into taking his spike.

He didn't want to hurt you after all. Not after waiting for so long. And not with you being so nice and willing.

You almost cried when those cleaver digits left you. Only for you to give a shudder when he put those same digits in his mouth. Glossa working around and between his digits tasting everything you had to offer.

"You taste sweeter than I thought you would be Y/n." He humed as his own interface array pulled away. He gave is own spike a few languid strokes before placing it between your shaking legs. "Relax. I will not hurt you." The tip of his spike pressed into you. "Relax my y/n." He guided himself within you. Moving slowly. He briefly pulled back at one point before sliding forward.

Optimus paused when he was fully seated within you. Giving his hips a few experimental rolls as he watched you come completely undone beneath him.

He was absolutely enthralled with the way you threw your helm back when he began to move. He happily complied with your pleas of more. Harder. Just like that.

You were being so good. So kind after all. How was he not to do what you asked when you were doing such a good job. He even told you as much.

"Look at you. Being such a good mech for me. You are taking me so well my y/n." His hips stuttered when he felt you squeeze around him from the praise. "You are taking my spike so good. You pretty valve feels so nice. So good. Gripping my spike so." He paused when he felt pleasure rack through him when you squeezed him once again.

Optimus was sure to note this in the back of his helm for future fragging sessions.

He could feel his overload coming and coming quickly. And if the way your were keening and moaning. Chanting his name so sweetly. Well, he knew yours was close as well.

Optimus rolled his field over yours and watched as you threw your helm back. Static spitting out of your vocalizer as you overloaded and over loaded hard. Your frame falling pliant under his servos.

Optimus found his soon after you. Pulling you close and leaning on your body.

He was sure to bring you into his habsuit. Cleaning your dirtied frame. Optimus took in the welled energon on your neck cabling. The slight paint transfer around your thighs from your coupling.

He'd be damned if he was letting you leave anytime soon.

[sho-shof]

Imagine Optimus seeing you with someone else laughing at a joke and immediately getting jealous af

gufgwyfgw ok forgive me if this is bad, its my first time writing like this. this might not actually completely fit the ask so if you want I can make another one to fit it

Yandere optimus prime being jealous(old)

Pairing: romantic

trigger warning: possessive behavior, stalking, manipulation/threats, mentioned violence, jealous.

I think that optimus would be a soft yandere like in the beginning he'd try to ignore his feelings but he'd hate to see you with anyone else.

especially if your human, he'd go to great lengths to avoid you before realizing just how much it hurt to be away from you.

after that he'd probably become just a little delusional thinking that you to were destined to be together.

when it comes to him being jealous i don't think he'd hurt them if they were an autobot, it's a complete didnt story if they were a con.

it also depends on who you were joking with

if it was bumble bee he probably wouldn't be upset, he'd most likely be happy you two are bonding

but anyone else would get a long lecture, that lecture would mean him threatening them.

i think it would take alot before he got to the point of ever hurting them if they were an autobot. he'd most likely try to contain himself.

you'd start to notice that everyone would avoid you or leave quickly when you finally got to talk to them. the only people not being optimus and bee.

you would have confided in them, asking if you were annoying or why everyone seemed to hate you so suddenly.

optimus would tell you that they just weren't good enough for you and couldn't see just how amazing you were.

he didn't mean to make them avoid you but he has no complaints against it because it only brought you closer to him.

there were still those few people who would talk to you, thats what really made you notice certain things about him

how he'd glare at them, or complete push them out of the convo.

when you did confront him about it, he just told you he was looking out for you and that they didn't deserve you that they were going to hurt you like everyone else.

this would keep going on until you started to push yourself away from everybody, that's when you started to get paranoid

you had this every lasting feeling that you were being watch, when you told optimus about it he told you that it was all in your head and that everything was fine

but it continued and you could have sworn you saw optimus watching you

Its not stalking if he's just making sure people continue to keep their dirty hands off you.

"you only need me to protect you, I want your eyes on me and only me"

[osid9edikdwidiwk2kei2i2i2]

🖤❤You are unique... everyone wants to have you for themselves... you are what I call a perfect being and from now on you belong to ME

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So I want to know more about m/n turning into a bot like how would the autobots react to it and is m/n like a viechon or is he some random ass bit

So it's kinda like how Silas captured breakdown but instead, he got his hands on a veichons dead body and kinda saw how some veichon bodies had like come parts damaged but some others that are perfectly intact, so they would take the good parts and take it back to the body they had and repair it, especially after how starscream kinda pared up with mech for a bit it ended up having them research more into Cybertron biology and Silas is just a fucking mad man and bro snatched m/n cause he's like "oh well this kid looks like he got no friends so let me just snatch him for this fucked up science experiment" and geah basically m/n got experimented on and now is a veichon but is still him.

M/n is now being kept in the autobot base after almost killing him because they thought he was a regular veichon till m/n finally got them to realize he is m/n and not a decepticon and luckily prime was also able to see that m/n's behavior wasn't like a regular veichon. Only his heart, and brain are still intact lungs are still intact to keep him alive as others weren't so lucky and yes, Silas experimented on others to get it right so m/n was the lucky one. And breakdown knows cause after m/n was able to live in the veichon so yes breakdown snatched m/n first and explained to knockout that this was m/n and knockout got a new paint job to distinguish m/n from the rest and yeah basically all the decepticons know of m/n's new form and its easier for them to keep him on the ship to get use to Cybertronian customs, plus m/n doesn't know how to transform yet or use his blasters so it's easier to keep him on the ship without him trying to escape a lot cause he can't transform or fight back that easily.

But when the auto bots save him ratchet just does a shit ton of medical exams on m/n cause bro is stressed due to m/n being forced and basically having to live on this new body but luckily they do help him but try to keep him at the base a lot to keep him all to themselves and for safety reasons too but miko wants to bulkhead to at least teach m/n how to transform even if it's a plane or car so he knows his body more, plus Miko spray paints on m/n's decepticon logo to try and make it a autobot logo it's shitty but does make it look like a autobot logo from a bit far away but ratchet doesn't want to try and alter anything on m/n's body till ratchet at least knows m/n is stable in the body before doing anything. Smokescreen thinks this is the coolest thing ever seeing how a human is now a Cybertronian but doesn't knowest how m/n is still really really scared and sad he is basically because he's in this new body and might never go back to his normal life ever again.

P.s. m/n doesn't like the taste of energon, but both the decepticons and autobots gotta force him to eat or drink it, cause m/n will fucking die if he doesn't have it in his system

[mommyhelgayanderelover]

it's just a game of staring

TW! Dubcon, yandere

Pairing: Yandere!Optimus Prime x human!reader

"And… I just have to beat you at staring? Are you kidding me?" you folded your arms across your chest, glaring mockingly at Optimus Prime. "I know you don't blink.

"Just don't look away, my Spark. Let's say five minutes. That's easy, isn't it? Don't get distracted by anything and I'll let you go," the merry tone of the fur left no doubt: you had no choice.

However, is this the first time you've played out of your own free will?

"Alright. I'll stare directly into your eyepieces for exactly five minutes without taking my eyes off you. Then I'll leave."

It sounded stupid. Everything here was stupid.

You closed your eyes for a moment, breathed in and out slowly. Staring into the scarlet optic was scary. Too much emotion could be read in the hungry gaze.

But a minute went by, then another… You just stood on the armrest of Prime's throne while he sat back with his fist propped on his helmet. And watched. Carefully, like a wolf at a sheep.

It made you laugh for some reason, but you could feel it in your ass. It's not like he's gonna keep his promise. You'll win, and then Prime will laugh in your face. How could he let a coveted prey go because he'd lost a silly child's game?

The silence was interrupted by the sound of panels opening. You saw several plugs with your peripheral vision, and soon you felt them on your body. So far they were just barely touching, but there was no doubt: soon they would tear her clothes, touch her bare skin… They would penetrate her.

By your calculations, you had exactly one minute to look through Optimus' optics. A measly sixty seconds separated you from victory, and they were likely to be the longest of your life.

[inhan---inhan]

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O K A Y-

I'm very bored SOOOOOOOO

Peeps that follow me and/or people across the internet, give me something to draw.

It could be your oc's, a favorite character of yours, anything!!

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TFP Yandere Optimus Prime - The Soft Yandere

Ayo, not too good at writing so I made this blog to try and get a little better. :)

If you have suggestions, I'm down- but not looking for a huge criticism. Thanks! <3

Optimus probably fell in love with you because you were kind and had a motherly aura about you. You took care of the kids- helping them with their homework, making sure they were well fed, and caring for their inevitable injuries they’ll get from the Decepticons. 

You were a gentle soul, guiding the kids to do the right thing and teaching them all they would need to know for the future. Any time anyone (bot or human) had a question, no matter how “dumb” they thought it, you would answer with a kind smile gracing your face.

Optimus always thought that you were beautiful from the moment he laid eyes on you- both inside and out. At first, he was content to just have talks with you about human culture. What did this book mean? What are some good books to read? 

Soon, as you had given him knowledge, you wanted some in return. You craved so badly to know of Cybertron. Optimus became your teacher just as you became his.

You both would often go on long drives to beautiful places (that were of course unpopulated) such as rivers, mountains, waterfalls, or forests. The two of you would talk all night about Earth or Cybertron’s histories and culture. Sometimes you both would stay out so late, and you would fall asleep on Optimus’ chest or in his cab. Every time he would so gently take you back to base, making sure to not jostle you. When there, he would take you to his berthroom where he had a human-sized bed to let you sleep on.

Obsession didn’t come until later when you got captured Megatron. Optimus had been careless- he took his eyes off of you when scouting for energon, and you had wandered off to look at a pretty flower. Optimus was so focused on the energon tracker that he hadn’t noticed you were gone until he heard a loud scream coming from behind him. 

He quickly ran through the trees, snapping branches as he went when he saw it: Megatron had his claws wrapped around your much smaller frame, a wicked grin across his faceplate. Optimus looked to you for any injuries, but he could only see the terror on your face. You were trying so hard to look calm, he could tell- but because he knows you so well it was obvious you were just barely holding back tears. 

“Release her, Megatron!” He roared out.

“Hm, you seem fond of the human, don’t you, Optimus? Then again, you’ve liked fragile things since you were a mere archivist.” Megatron opened his hand slightly, with you sitting in his palm. He looked down at you with a sick grin, “It would be so easy to crush you, wouldn’t you agree little one? Then again, Optimus really seems to value you- perhaps I’ll keep you as a pet.”

You shook like a leaf at his words. The warlord intended to keep you as a pet? You immediately looked to Optimus, eyes pleading with him to save you. 

Optimus could feel the energon in his veins pumping loudly in his audio receptors. In his barely contained rage he managed to get out a few words:  “What do you want, Megatron?”

No matter how hard Optimus tried to hide it, Megatron saw right through him. After all, they used to be friends- and Optimus had hardly changed since then. Megatron could see the rage behind the Prime’s eyes. 

Within moments, Megatron transformed around you. He immediately took off into the skies, leaving Optimus in the dust. 

Optimus yelled in rage as his human was taken away from him. 

For two solid months, the ancient bot refused to recharge as he searched and searched for you. He checked every signal, every transmission he could just to get even a bit of a clue as to where Megatron was. To where you were. 

Optimus was angry. Angry at Megatron, and angry at himself. He blames himself for your capture. If he had just kept you at base, this would have never happened. He should have never even left your side. 

Every single day he imagined what he would do to Megatron when he got his hands on him. He would end the war right then and there- and anyone to dare get in his way would join Megatron in the Allspark. 

Eventually, they found a transmission from an energon mine. Some Vehicon must have forgotten to encrypt their signal- or it was a trap. Either way, they found from the transmission that the Nemesis would be docking there. 

Optimus called all of the Autobots into the main hangar, and then they went through the groundbridge. Optimus was running through the Vehicons like no tomorrow to get to the Nemesis. 

Soon, he found you sleeping in the medbay. Bruises covered your body and your hair was unkempt. He felt anger at your state and immediately took you back to where the groundbridge opened, and demanded one from Ratchet. 

“Arcee, take them to get medical attention right away.” Optimus gently handed you to the blue bot.

“Optimus, aren’t you coming?” 

Optimus began his walk to the Nemesis, “No, Arcee. Return to base, I will be back shortly.”

Hours later, Optimus came back to the base. Dried energon coated his hands- some of it a deep purple. Optimus’ optics were slightly dim as he walked into the base.

Ratchet immediately rushed to him, “Optimus, are you hurt?” 

“No, I am unharmed. How are they?” Optimus’ eyes glanced over to you. You looked much better than when he had seen you. Your hair was wet from being cleaned, and your cuts were bandaged up.  

“They will live. They’re resilient, they will be back on their feet in no time, June believes. Though, they will need regular check-ups for the next few months- medical and psychological.”

Optimus didn’t respond to his own friend, instead walking over to where you laid. He gently combed a hand through your hair. 

Your eyes fluttered open, and you smiled gently at him. “I knew you’d come for me, Op. Thank you.” Tears welled up in your eyes. He gently wiped them away with his digit.

“I will never allow you to be taken from me again. That, I promise.” While you clung to his hand, you failed to notice the darker tone in his voice- or the energon that coated his hand as he lulled you back into sleep.

[callsign-relic]

Hello! Can I get a romantic scenario of First Contact AU with Yandere TFP Optimus and female human? Maybe she's a bystander who caught his optics, and he decided she'd have a better life with him.

Like, look at this human nest he set up for you, right beside his own berth. There's even functioning water system, electricity, and all. Much better than your apartment, right?

Thank you!

Hi!! Thank you for being my first TFP Optimus request! And yandere on top of that?? AND FIRST CONTACT??? You have excellent taste >:)

It was fun exploring this kind of character for Optimus, I hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: SFW, Fem!Human!Reader, Yandere, First Contact AU, kidnapping

The moment Optimus laid his optics on you, he knew a helpless little creature such as yourself needed to be kept safe.

By sheer coincidence, you were caught in the crossfire of a battle between Optimus and a handful of Decepticons. You dodged and weaved between the heavy footfalls of the gigantic metal titans above you, trying to at least find a decent place to hide. Pieces of metallic armor clashed to the floor beside you as Vehicons fell left and right— the booming sound of the Prime’s blaster fire nearly rupturing your ears.

Black and purple obscures your vision as another ‘Con grunt crumbles to the floor in front of you, and you just barely manage to dodge out of the way. The moment you think you’re home free, however, a shadow casts itself over you, and you swallow as you dare to look up.

A grey pede, readying itself to land upon you.

The towering blue and red mech had cleared the area and was merely shifting his stance. He hadn’t the slightest awareness that you were there.

By reflex, you let out a shrill scream, cowering into yourself on the ground and hoping your demise is quick and painless—

But a deep tremor within the earth and the sound of clanging metal mere inches away from you allows you to let go of the breath you were holding.

Apprehensively, you lower your arms from your face and pry your eyes open, and you lock eyes with a steely blue stare. You’re practically directly under the metal titan, as he takes a step or so backwards to properly examine you.

Optimus was not aware that earth was populated with these… tiny, Cybertronian-like beings.

He suddenly drops to a crouch before you, and the breeze from his movement rushes past you, leaving you flinching and raising your arms to protect yourself once more. He removes his faceplate with a tinny click, and you can see his lips purse in curiosity as he tilts his helm. A massive black servo reaches down to your curled up body, and a finger longer than your entire form pushes its way up against you.

Slowly, your arms are forced away from your face, and you have no choice but to stare up at the alien mech with your stinging red eyes. Your chest trembles with your sobbing breaths as the giant above you studies you like you were a bug struggling to free itself from a web.

That massive digit pulls away from you with ease, but no relief comes to you as you watch it instead wrap around behind you. More of his fingers follow suit, and slowly, you’re lifted up higher and higher into the air until you can’t deal with it anymore and shut your eyes, hoping this was all some terrible nightmare that you needed to wake up from already.

Raising himself to his full height, with his free hand, Optimus presses his index finger into your stomach— prompting a little squeak to come from, what he assumed to be, your intake. You were so small in his hold. You rested nearly flat against his palm, yet that was still not enough to cover the expanse of it. And the way his finger only pushed further and further into you the longer he held it there, you were so… soft. Fleshy. Squishy. A texture unlike anything he had seen upon Cybertron.

A new sensation just barely registers itself into the nervecircuits on his finger, and he shifts his attention just a little to see your face. Your eyes were red and your cheeks were stained with an odd liquid trailing down them— that being the thing Optimus must have felt land on him just moments before. You open your mouth and out emerges a series of noises the Prime couldn’t understand. He wasn’t sure how to describe it— squeaks? Chirps? Trills, maybe? Whatever they were, they enraptured him, and the mech paid the utmost attention to how your mouth so perfectly formed around your noises.

You appeared to be so distraught, poor little thing. It made sense, you had nearly been crushed underpede, after all. The terrified look on your face tugged at Optimus spark in the worst way. “I am sorry, little one,” the Prime offers gently, dragging his finger up from your stomach onto your chest. Then, the mech’s optics widen as he sees your tiny hands reach up to grab the tip of his digit.

You struggle with all of your might to push his massive weight off from on top of you. You could barely breathe with such a pressure atop your lungs, and you shouted up at him to let go, or loosen up, anything.

Meanwhile, Optimus only finds himself further enamored.

Poor creature in his palm, finding no other comfort but in the unconventional hold you kept on his finger. He was right, you must have been utterly terrified at this moment. Optimus couldn’t live with himself if he just left you there.

A little organic, scared and alone, suddenly thrusted into a new world and surrounded by things you couldn’t begin to understand…

You would be much better off if you stayed with him. You would be kept perfectly safe under Optimus’ constant watch, never having to fear finding yourself caught between fights you had no place in. He didn’t know much about organics just yet, especially not of earth’s, but he would do the utmost to assure your comfort. You would never have to feel scared again.

And so, Optimus came to his decision.

He pulls his digit away from you once more, and for a moment, you think your pleads have come through to him. Though, you don’t even have a moment to attempt to communicate once more as you can hear the hydraulics of the mech’s fingers behind you suddenly start to shift. Slowly, you’re tilted within his hold as the digits wrap themselves around your body into a fist. Then, before you can even attempt to struggle against it, you’re brought down from his face and near his chassis. The only sight you’re met with is Optimus’ scratched windshield, and past that, the reflection of your own disheveled appearance. A surge of adrenaline rushes through you as you shout in his grip, doing anything you can to pull yourself free.

But as Optimus hears this, his spark only stings more. You were scared to death, and he knew that, the mech only wished he knew how to assure you that you were safe. He was taking you back to the base, the place where you would be safest of all. Actions spoke louder than words, he supposed— once he saw how well he would treat you, he knew you would eventually see a smile on your face.

With his free servo, Optimus raises it to his audial. “Ratchet, I am requesting a groundbridge at my coordinates. Additionally, I ask that you pull up any information we may have regarding organics and their natural habitats. I have one with me that you may wish to see.”

[yandere-wishes]

I'M SO EXCITED!!! MY OPTIMUS PRIME PLUSHIE ARRIVES TODAY!! okay okay, I know I said I would be getting into Moriarty The Patriot (and I may have already started writing a little Yandere fic for him) BUT would anyone be interested in a Yandere transformer fic before that?? Let me know in the comments yes or no. Also, let me know which robot you'd like an x reader for.

[tfwriting]

(TFA AU) She's MINE! :: Merformer! Megatron x Hybrid!Reader x Yandere! OP Rating: T Words: 376

Your father was Mr. Sumdac, you were the eldest daughter of him, often when he needed anything, he would be there for you. You were a Merformer. You lived in a warehouse with them and were able to walk on land, despite being dependent on land, you were quite lonely. Since the other Merformers were helping Sari, most of the time. Your father has since disappeared and that left you even more alone. 

Often, you took walks around Detroit, alone because you were alone. That's when you met the leader of the Decepticons, a strong Merformer named Megatron. He was to be feared, but however, he hadn't noticed you yet. Normally, the con can feel a scent of another, but right now, he wasn't paying attention. He was worried about other things at hand, such as getting a heir for him. If he doesn't he won't be able to live on the cons legacy. 

That's when he noticed you, and his grin widened. 

"Hello there (Y/n) Sumdac." He smirks, taking a few steps forward. 

You gasped, and backed away.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, backing away. Megatron just chuckled and continued walking forwards as you kept going back. Until you were no longer able to.

"W-What are you doing here?" You asked the warlord again, Megatron refused to reply. He continued to come up to you, until he was pushed away by Optimus. 

"Back off Megatron!" He stated seriously, a growl was heard from Optimus as he said that.  Megatron growls back. 

"You back off! She's MINE!" Megatron yelled. Megatron began to attack Optimus and you gasped trying to stop them from fighting but that didn't work and you began to cry. Tears escaped from your face. 

"Stop! Please don't hurt each other!" You begged. They took a look at you. 

"Why? Megatron is a danger to us!" Optimus said. 

"Its because I love you!" You said. 

They blushed and looked away. 

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MASTER LIST

Request are open!

ALLOWED:

●Fluff ●Yandere ●Angst ●Crossovers ●Character x Reader ●Character x Character ●References to other fandoms ●Comfort ●Headcanons ●Reader/Character from one dimension/universe getting sent to a different one (tfp x tfa, trollhunters x zak storm, etc)

●others to be added

NOT ALLOWED:

●NSFW ●Pedophilia ●Incest ●Certain sensitive topics (rape, abuse, etc) ●Other's OC's (I don't have the confidence to do that)

FANDOMS

Transformers

Tfa:

Optimus Prime Ratchet Prowl Bumblebee Bulkhead Jazz Jettwins Ultra Magnus Megatron Starscream (+clones) Lugnut Blitzwing Blackarachnia/Elita-1 Grimlock Wreck-Gar Soundwave Longarm Prime/Shockwave - All It Takes Is A Potion to Show How Much I'm Obsessed With You Wasp/Waspinator

Tfp:

Optimus Prime Ratchet Arcee Cliffjumper Smokescreen Bumblebee - Bumblebee x SG! Cybertronian Reader Bulkhead Wheeljack Ultra Magnus Megatron - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Starscream - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Soundwave - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Shockwave - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Predaking - Decepticons Meets Sparklings 5t3v3(Steve) - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Knockout - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Breakdown - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Dreadwing - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Arachnid Unicron

Tfe

Optimus Megatron Bumblebee Elita-1 Soundwave Shockwave Tarantulas Terrans(PLATONIC ONLY) Swindle Starscream

Tfg1

Optimus Prime Prowl Jazz Bumblebee Ratchet Megatron Starscream Skywarp Thundercracker Reflector Soundwave Soundwave x Cybertronian Reader Part 1 Shockwave Grimlock Unicron Other Autobots and Decepticons

Tfbw

Optimus Primal Rattrap Rhinox Cheetor Dinobot Megatron Tarantulas Waspinator

Tfrid2015

Bumblebee Sideswipe Strongarm Fix-it Grimlock Drift Steeljaw Thunderhoof Fracture Underbite Saberhorn

LEGO MONKIE KID

Mk Mei Red Son Jin & Yin Spider Queen Azure Lion Macaque Sun Wukong Nezha Syntax Huntsman Goliath (Strong Spider) Peng Lady Bone Demon Not Mayor

ZAK STORM

Zak Storm (PLATONIC ONLY) Cece Crogar Clovis (PLATONIC ONLY) Caramba (PLATONIC ONLY) Calabrass (PLATONIC ONLY) Golden Bones

Trollhunters/3Below/Wizards

Angor Rot Gunmar Bular Aaarrrgghh Blinky (Blinkous) Nomura Draal Krel Tarron & Aja Tarron (PLATONIC ONLY) Varvatos Tronos Madu Zadra Zeron Alpha Nari Skrael Bellroc

WHEN REQUESTING (More rules will be added later):

●Include the fact whether or not your request is platonic or romantic; If romantic, is Y/n or character in a relationship, and if not, who is the romantic interest(s)?

●Give me some of the plot of what you're thinking for your request. If you don't, and I don't know what you want it to be about, or I can't think of what to make up- Example:

Optimus x Reader. Angst. Reader is male.

I don't know what the plot should be, or what it should involve. Like, if it's good enough that I can think of what it could be, then yeah, sure, but that will be a rare chance with me. But if it's like this- Example:

Aaarrrgghh x Reader. Comfort. Basically, the reader has had a bad day at work/school, and the two of them just cuddle and enjoy the silence in each other's arms, slowly falling asleep.

Then I will be able to think of how it can go because you gave me what you want to include in your request, but now how, I will be able to get behind that.

● I can make the reader be based off of another character, like- Examples:

-Vox! Reader in Trollhunters

-Reader as Ratchet's little sister in Transformers: Generation 1

Anything! Whatever you want as long as it's allowed.

●If your request involves something that isn't allowed, then it will be ignored.

That's everything for now! Request away!