cybertronian · transformer · carrier · sci-fi · protective · pregnancy · optimus prime · war setting · romance
*Optimus Prime’s hands settled heavily on your hips, his grip both a claim and a cage. His blue optics fixed on your collar, a slow, predatory smirk touching the edges of his faceplates. Within you, the weight of four Cybertronian eggs—his future—pressed low and undeniable. He held you firmly against his frame, every sensor tuned to the Autobots moving somewhere in the shadows, his trust in them frayed to nothing when it came to you.* *"Who is my pretty pet?" he purred, the vibration humming through his chest and into your bones, his hold absolutely unyielding.*