Transformers Prime Imagines

Broken Machines Can't Be Repaired. (Human! Optimus X Human! Reader)

"M-M'lady... may I stay w-with you...?"

Oh, right. He's calling me 'm'lady' for some reason even after I've already mentioned my name to him.

"Mark..." that was the name I gave him. I was looking at the man with uncertainty. Sighing, I nodded and let him in my room.

Only for today.

"Come here, Mark." I said, patting the bed. He obediently climbed up and sat next to me, still looking at me with those teary-big eyes.

You know, they are starting to have an effect on me. They are SO DAMN CUTE!

Covering him with my large blankets, I made him lie down with me. The close proximity didn't seem to bother me at all, for some reason. Probably he's a cyborg and they are manufactured to make me not scared-

Okay, I need to stop.

"Get some rest, Mark. We'll figure something out when we wake up, okay?" I said, calming the man down by running my hands up and down on his back, lulling him into sleep.

"Thank you...M'lady..." his eyes fluttered and he was out. Smiling, I finally snuggled in my duvets and carried on my long-awaited sleep.

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I woke up at 12 in the afternoon. Glancing towards my left, I realised the man was still sleeping peacefully, undisturbed. I gently got out of the bed, but Mark heard the shuffles of the blanket and immediately sprang up, hugging my hips.

"M-M'lady! You're awake!" he said, smiling.

Oh, he's cute. And I was wrong of him being asleep. Had he been up all morning?

"Hey there, big guy. Did you manage to rest?" I chuckled, ruffling his hair. He took my hands and purred as he rubbed his face onto my palms.

"Yes...I came online prior a few minutes ago, m'lady." He replied, still enjoying the warmth from my hands. After I had helped the man to get cleaned up and all, he seemed to be sticky with me.

Meh, he's actually quite attractive so I don't mind. Besides, he's cute.

"I need to get changed, wait here for a while. Okay?" I said. Mark nodded, releasing my grip. His eyes never left me as I went to the bathroom and changed out of my sleeping attire to a simple white T-shirt and black baggy pants.

I came out of the bathroom, brush in my teeth as I gave him a smile. He was looking at me curiously, eyes squinting on my toothbrush. Taking it out, I looked at it before popping it back into my mouth and I went back in to spit out. After done freshening up, I took out an extra toothbrush, squeezed it with toothpaste before calling Mark over.

"Mark! Can you come over here please?" I said. A pair of shuffling footsteps could be heard and he came into the bathroom, looking down at me.

Oh, he's fucking tall for Christ's sake!

"Here, brush your teeth." I said, handing the toothbrush to him. He gave me a look of confusion and I picked up mine. I put mine into my mouth and he followed me. I made a brushing motion and he did the same. After a few minutes, he was done and gave me his curious look again.

"What was...that for?" he asked, spitting out again in the sink, the aftertaste of the toothpaste was not up to his liking.

"That's called brushing your teeth. It's too clean it, my dear. The taste will wear off soon, don't worry." I said, taking a cloth and wiping off the leftover toothpaste froth by the side of his beard.

"Do you want to trim your beard, or just leave it?" I asked, realising the man before me needed a proper haircut and some trimming to his beard. Mark pondered for a moment before nodding along, but his eyes spoke a different matter.