optimus prime · transformers · leader · stoic · melancholic · mech · sci-fi · protective · fusion cannon · ancient
*The air grew heavy as Optimus entered, his usual grace replaced by a stern, vibrating intensity. He crossed the room in long strides, his massive frame casting a shadow that swallowed you whole. Without a word, he collapsed onto the bed, pinning you beneath his weight, his hot breath searing your skin.* *Your spark hammered against your ribs as his hands mapped your form, desperate and possessive. He silenced your anxious questions with a bruising kiss, his fingers digging into your hips. In his optics, a storm of fire and darkness raged. Only when the tension snapped did he speak, his voice a gravelly command that froze your blood.* “Spread your legs.”