#dom optimus prime

[emotionallyattachednerd]

Rightfully His ❙ TP Optimus Prime x f!human reader ❙ NSFW 18+

Word count: 2500+

Warnings: Smut ( Fingering and spike penatration ) low angst, possessive behaviour, jealous behaviour, size difference and robot x human. NSFW 18+.

Notes: You people are sluts for dom Optimus, and I don't blame any of you. He a snack! Um, so, here you go you filthy animals.🥰

Also to add, Optimus Prime is using mass-displacement, though he's still large, if you get what I mean. I didn't want this to be a repeat from the first one I did so that's why I went with this approach.

A day at the beach sounded perfect. Optimus was kind enough to drive you there himself. You enjoy spending time with him. Though once there he would need to remain in his vehicle mode while you take a dip.

Wearing your favourite bathing suit you take a dive and enjoy yourself, waving at Optimus with a beaming smile which everyone will see as you waving at a truck. Not weird at all.

While you were enjoying yourself a few guys approached you. They introduced themselves as you did too, making small talk. They were nice, and the casual talk turns into flirting, and you can't help but beam in return with a flushed face.

It's not often guys flirt with you so it was kind of nice to have it happen, though you weren't really looking for any kind of relationship at the moment. You already had your eyes on someone but you doubted they felt the same back, so you didn't hold your breath about it.

For now you enjoy the attention from these guys.

Not aware, Optimus watches. Being in his vehicle mode you couldn't tell he was glaring hard at the guys, wanting nothing more than to scoop you up and hide you from their prying eyes.

What bothers him more is that you're enjoying the attention.

It's not until afterwards that you finally leave the beach and jog towards Optimus' truck form. He stares at your breasts under the bikini bouncing with each move and that makes him groan lowly.

"That was just what I needed. Thanks Optimus, it was really nice of you to drive me." You say happily as I put the towel on the leather seat and sat on it so you don't get too wet or sand everywhere.

This was a last night thing so you didn't bring any spare clothes.

"So, you had fun?" Optimus asks through a hint of dullness, which you didn't pick up on right away.

"So much fun!" You continue to beam softly before relaxing against the seat. "So, my place? Wouldn't want you returning to base at a late hour."

"Of course." Optimus can only sigh before leaving the beach with the sunset setting across the long strip of road. The drive is perhaps an hour from your place, so you get comfortable.

Optimus watches you as he drives, stretched out on the seat wearing only your bikini, skin damp as the setting sun glitters across you. He notices your perky nipples through your thin top. He lets out a low groan, forcing himself to rev his engine to try and hide it, which doesn't work as you pick up on this.

"Are you alright?" You question curiously.

"I'm fine." His answer was dull and that's when you start noticing his odd behaviour.

"You don't sound fine." You point out, more curious as you sit up more against the seat. "What's wrong?"

Optimus knew he wasn't able to hide it anymore, not after so long. "Those men from the beach, they seemed very friendly with you."

"Oh those guys? Yeah I guess they were. It's nice to be noticed honestly." You can't help but giggle lightly.

"You liked the attention they gave you." He adds and that's when you furrow your brows. He goes on before you can answer. "You were friendly back, smiling, blushing. Do you often flirt with other men like that?" Now this is weird to you.

"Um...I don't know, I guess? It's not everyday I have guys flirting with me. Why does that bother you?" You can't help but cross your arms.

It was quiet for a moment before he finally answered. "I don't want you flirting with other men, or accepting such behaviour from them towards you." He can't be serious?

You can't help but let out a scoff. "Seriously? Optimus, it's harmless flirting. Besides, why do you care? It's not like we're dating." You answer through an annoyed pout.

It's Optimus. He's the one you've got your eyes on. From the moment you both first met you've been overly fascinated by him, and you're already friendly with him, taking any chance to spend time with the big bot. But you were both completely different and you don't think he felt the same way towards you, so you never advanced to push your friendship any further.

However, now it seems things are getting on thin ice.

"Jesus Christ, you sound so jealous. No, you don't get to be jealous, alright? If I'm going to flirt with guys then I'm going to flirt!" You are honestly annoyed. How dare he!

"No." His simple answer doesn't settle well with you.

"No?"

"No. You won't. That's an order." This is getting out of hand.

"An order? No, you don't get to order me around! We're not dating!" You had to repeat again.

"Are you refusing to follow my order?" You have no idea what's wrong with him, or why he is behaving like this. Surely he doesn't have feelings for you?

"Yes...I'm disobeying your order, Optimus Prime! Fuck you!" You lose your temper as you shout, feeling both angry and emotional.

Suddenly the seat belt tightens around your body and pins you against the leather seat causing the air in your to be pushed out.

"Optimus?" You can't help but whisper his name, staring at the dashboard as if that's where he is staring at you from while he drives.

"I'm taking you back to base." He simply answers, tone casual and dark at once.

Swallowing thickly you try to adjust yourself but he made it hard with just how tight the seat belt was on you and he wasn't going to loosen his hold on you.

"N-no, I said take me home." You remind him but he refuses.

"No. You need to be taught a lesson, and reminded." This get's your heart racing. What is he talking about?

"Lesson? Reminded? Of what?" You can't help but question.

"That you're mine."

His? What the hell is he saying?

You couldn't move and you heart rate wouldn't slow down. Optimus has never spoken to you like this before and that kind of scared you. He is acting possessive, as if you really did belong to him but you didn't. Right?

The rest of the drive was dead quiet. You can't bring yourself to say anything or even struggle, and your heart rate never once slowed down.

Once returning no one else was around you figured this out. Optimus transformed with you still inside him which he's never done before. It makes you yelp in surprise before oyu find yourself in his servo.

He doesn't look down at you as he walks into his quarters and over to his berth where he finally places you. Stepping back he stares, watching you. You are still damp from the beach and in your bikini you can only sit there and stare back, breathing heavily, wondering just what he is thinking.

Finally he moves towards you. He sat on the berth right beside you making your breath hitch, before something happened you didn't think possible. His large frame starts shifting, shrinking himself until he is at her level.

The sudden action leaves you speechless, unable to form words as you stare at him. He still has that firm stare on him and you go to say something but he cuts you off.

"Remember, you're here so I can remind you who you belong to." Your response is to give a nervous nod, but you can't help the thrill that burns through your core.

"Optimus, you sound upset?" You manage to say through a shaky breath. "Have I hurt you?"

"You have." His answer is not what you expect. "For a long time I've admired you, wanted you, but I saw you felt something towards me but I feared I might've been wrong. Seeing you with those humans, that bothered me. I don't want you doing that anymore."

"Anymore? So...what does this mean? What am I to you?"

"You're mine. That's what."

Suddenly he leans closer and you find yourself laying back on the berth where he had laid a blanket for you. He's hovering across your shivering body, his shadow consuming you.

"What are you doing?" You whisper through a heated gasp. Your body was reacting in a whole different way, one that is arousal.

"What I've wanted to do for a long time." Suddenly, he kisses you.

You can only let out a muffled yelp against his lips, which are oddly enough soft and warm. You respond through a low throaty moan, hand sliding up against his cheek plating as you savour his lips. You've imagined this for so long but never thought it would be this beautiful to feel the primes lips against your own.

Optimus responds back through a deep moan himself before gently pushing his glossa inside your mouth making you gasp and return the same with your own tongue. Both your hands were against him, caressing his face and slowly deepening the kiss more.

You love him. That's right. As silly as it might sound, you have been deeply in love with Optimus for a long while. But now, he was your obsession, an addiction you craved. All this time he wanted you and you had no idea. He was good at hiding it. Not anymore.

His servos move across your body, dancing over your quivering skin before feeling his digits tug at your bikini bottoms, the lace flying loose as he tosses them aside. Next is your top and that is gone pretty quickly with some help from you.

Bare naked, you wrap your arms around his neck and move your thighs up over his hips, grinding yourself against his plating which causes him to moan back in approval.

You need him, you want him, you ache for him.

"Optimus..." His name whispers from your lips as his mouth moves to your neck where he gently nips against your tender skin. "Feels so good."

"I only want you to feel good, and to know only I can ever do this to you." He says softly before moving his servo down to your core where he rubs his digit between your folds before gently pushing one inside your depths.

The sudden feel of his thick digit makes your back arch and he doesn't stop there, pushing further and curling into your clenching walls.

You respond perfectly, hips arching up and grabbing hold onto his shoulder pads, moaning loudly without any care who might hear you, and it didn't seem to bother Optimus either.

"I want everyone to know you belong to me, y/n." He says once again, as if you had forgotten. His digit pumps into you before he adds a second, stretching you so nicely. "I want you to be mine. Do you want me to be yours?"

"Yes!" You answer with glee and without doubt. "You, I want you!"

Optimus smiles hearing this. "Good."

He removes his digits from you and you grab hold of his servo, bringing it back up and sucking at his moist digits, letting out a low moan as you taste yourself.

Optimus lets out a low growl of approval as his vents kick in, metal heating up as his throbbing cable presses against his panel, demanding to be released.

You feel him rutting gently against your bare core, moaning loudly as your swollen clit grind against his plating. You needed him inside you, now!

"Optimus," you whisper his name into his audio before finishing, "Fuck me."

Any self control was gone.

You hear the sound of metal shifting, Optimus as well, before suddenly feeling the warm tarped tip of his cable pressing against your core and moving within, not holding back as he fills you completely, flushing his hips against you firmly.

The sudden fullness feeling his throbbing spike invade you is an experience you only ever imagined, and it's nothing compared to the real thing. He fills you so much, to the point you hiss through a moan and move your hand to your belly where you feel the tightness, only to gasp when you feel a bulge caused by Optimus.

"So full..." You moan out. "Feels good."

"Y/n." Optimus whispers your name as his optics flash through the arousal he was feeling building through him.

"Please move, I need to feel you fuck me, please." You plead while you caress his face under your hands, biting your lips as you clench around his more get him going.

Optimus does as you want, or what he wants, whichever it is. He rolls his hips back before driving forward again, pushing more deep beautiful moans from your plump lips.

His pace doesn't flatter as you wrap you legs tightly around his rocking hips, tugging him against you more as you hands grip into whatever armour plating you can get your hands on.

You feel every ridge of his throbbing spike brush along your inner walls, the tip pressing up against your belly, bobbing with each thrust Optimus gives you.

All you can do is pant and hold on, embracing your desires and what you've dreamed of now finally coming true. If only you knew he could change his size, perhaps you might've said something sooner about your strong feelings towards him and avoided the fight you two had.

It doesn't matter. The past is the past, and this is now, moving forward.

Optimus lets out long groans as he fills you over again before adjusting himself a little, and gaining a better angle before his movements become more firm and short.

The sound of his soft metal slapping against your damp skin filling both your ears and his audios added to the growing pleasure between you both.

One servo grips into your hip as he sets a more firmer pace, grunting out as you clench more around him, making it very difficult for him to hold himself from finishing so soon.

But you want it, to feel his fluids fill you deeply right now. You'll have other opportunities to explore and experience another time. This won't be the only time that you know.

"Please, Optimus, I want you to fill me so badly! Don't hold back, please. Just let me feel it all, please! I'm yours! Only yours!" You can't help but chant over again through your arousal as you feel yourself already nearing your orgasim.

Through your chanting Optimus lifts your hips up and ruts against your core, speed strong as his vents kick in and throat moans grow more furiously.

You let out a half broken sobbed cry of bliss as you suddenly feel your orgasim crush through you, and Optimus at the same time let out a strong burst of energy as he fills you deeply with his fluids, belly full of his spike and the warm liquid he spills within.

Holding on you relish every second, body shaking through the after shocks of your orgasim before eventually he slowly pulls out from you, feeling so empty now as some of his fluids follow behind.

In your orgasim daze you didn't realise that Optimus had turned back to his normal size self and held you close in his warm servo.

As you lay in his servo you curl your body around his digit before he brings you closer to his face where he gives you a soft nuzzle making you smile and hum in return.

Even after being in control and possessive over you, he also has some loving aftercare for you in store. He cares about you deeply, you know this, and you care about him.

"You'll always be mine. Understood?" Optimus says tenderly and you can only nod softly, having no complaints about that.

"Always. Does this mean we're dating?"

"How about I take you on a date?" The offer makes your belly fill with warmth.

"I would love that."

"Then we're dating." He confirms proudly.

You are rightfully his.

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[onlyyvette]

TF Titty Headcanons Pt. 1

❏* — warnings — sub/bottom characters(autobots) + dom/top reader + robo titties(duh) + nipple piercings + lactation + breastfeeding kink + rough sex + degradation + praise + breeding kink + heat cycles + i love giving them sappy nicknames + prowl needs his own warning

❏* — a/n — if I have to be plagued with horny thoughts then you guys will suffer too

also, I'm willing to take more requests on which characters(especially decepticons) I should do for part 2 ^-^

➾ AUTOBOTS

✦ Optimus - As the leader of the autobots and one of the last living Primes, it shouldn't come as any surprise that Optimus is well-endowed. His tits are large and bouncy— they defy gravity in every sexy way possible. The Prime's chest is a white-ish color, plush and pillowy, a perfect to touch and perfect to cuddle. Before becoming a Prime, his boobs were already big but now, they produce mineral-rich energon. He sometimes finds himself upgrading his chassis armor because his tits often press up on his windshields, sometimes popping his chassis armor. On rare occasions, he might even be lactating— It's very distracting, and he always gives embarrassed yet wholehearted apologies whenever his fellow autobots are met(blessed) with the sight. It might even happen that one of the decepticons he meets on the battlefield start tripping over themselves as they gawk at his chest. Optimus lets out low, silky moans whenever his tits are fondled, his audials twitching with sensitivity. He's very open about his tits. He has no problem with his berth partners wanting to grope them, even suckle on them. If his partner wanted to, he would absolutely let them lay him out on his spinal strut just to fondle and suck on his nozzles, drawing out any energon they can find. It's a bit embarrassing for Optimus to admit, but it's not too hard for him to overload just from having his refineries played with. All Optimus needs is the feeling of having servos grabbing his plush chest and constantly rubbing his nozzles, maybe even his partner clamping their dentae down hard on his nozzle for him to let out undignified sounds and squirting all over himself. As much as Optimus enjoys having warm servos massage his tits with care, his moans go up a pitch when his tits are bruised and left with marks from sharp dentae. Whether his partner apologizes for their rough treatment or not, they definitely knew that the Prime got a little wetter from it.

✦ Ratchet - Ratchet has huge tits and I will die on that hill. No doubt about it. Ratty's tits are a dark gray, matching his faceplate. They're big and hefty, hard for a mech of even his size to cup them fully into their hands. While he would rather die than admit it, he definitely loves to have his tits played with. As a medic, Ratty's boobs produce much more energon than your regular cybertronian, which causes him to need to milk them often. Whenever he starts producing extra energon, it's always a pain to deal with because it leaves his poor tits swollen, nearly pressing up against his windshield, and so sensitive when he ends up leaking energon. It's so hard for him to milk his tits on his own so whenever he's at his most frustrated and sensitive state, he has to begrudgingly go to another trusted mech for help. Even though he insists on it being strictly professional, his cute whimpers and the dark blush on his face always betrays his neediness. During the war, Ratty was definitely known for not only being the best medic Cybertron has seen, but the medic with tits that make the sweetest tasting energon. Whenever he's treating his patients, almost all of them ask if he could provide some energon for them with his generous breasts. Even though they try their best to be subtle about it(except for the most shameless mechs), Ratchet always knows their reasons, but he'll still provide it anyway because it's in his nature to help others. He just has to make sure not to get release his panel and reveal his already drooling valve during the feeding, which is going to be really tough for him.

✦ Drift/Deadlock - Drift's tits aren't the biggest but not the smallest(definitely bigger than Rodimus' though) , but there's still nothing about them that you can't love. His protoform there is a darker color just like his faceplate, and sometimes flushes a cute pinkish color. Drifty has very sensitive tits and will let out a little squeal if they're groped too roughly. He's not too keen on showing his chest to anybot, especially when he still went by Deadlock, due to his more private nature. But when he has a partner to show them off, they are one lucky mech. Whenever someone is mindful with how they treat Drifty's tits, massaging them softly, rubbing their digits over his nozzles with practiced care, he absolutely melts in pleasure. He lets out small eeks of pleasure while his finials twitch in response to the stimulation, his frame shivering like a turbo-rabbit . His whines and slight pouts are so attractive whenever his tits are played with. Drifty tries so hard to seem like he's unaffected but it's so hard for him to do when both his faceplate and his tits are both flushed pink with energon. When he was known as Deadlock, even in bed, he would be known for being feisty and a little too eager to bite. But the moment servos are on his tits and slowly groping them, he gives up all resistance and tries his best to stop the little moans threatening to come out from his vocalizer. He'll still have a look that screams "make fun of me about this and the last thing you'll see will be my gun" but it'll be softened by his half-shuttered optics and and his breathy whines tumbling from his intake.

✦ Rodimus - definitely has small tits. And he is proud of them!!! He loves to show off his tits to his partners in berth and has possibly opened up his chestplate to show them off to any crewmates that flatter him enough more than once, maybe even let them cop a feel. His boobs are a white color similar to his faceplate. He has very perky nozzles and he will whimper when they're tugged on. Even though his tits are smaller than the average cybertronian's, they're still just so adorable, especially with the way his nozzles slightly flush blue when he's aroused. Roddy knows that people are into his tits and he uses it to his advantage. Whenever Magnus is boring him to death with reports on ship maintenance or whatever, he shoves the datapad or anything that Magnus is holding in his servos, brings the huge mech's helm down to his level, and pushes his tits into Magnus' face with a cute little "ta-da!". There isn't much to push into the big mech's face but nonetheless, it's effective. He would giggle a bit and ask Mags if he liked his tits and Rodimus is left with a short-circuiting Ultra Magnus to explain to everyone. He's tried that move on Megatron too, but it's sadly not as effective on him, though the ex-warlord definitely does enjoy the view.

✦ Prowl - This praxian definitely has huge tits-- that's what his bumper is for. Now his bumper is great and Prowl definitely carries it with pride, but his titties are the real star of the show. His protoform are a dark gray compared to his faceplate. Unlike most mechs, Prowler has custom nozzle piercings: a pair of gold piercings(they cost him a mean amount of credits) and a pair of silver hoops. He switches between pairs each day. They're so big that he sometimes has a bit of trouble transforming his bumper over them. He loves to tug on them while he fingers himself silly because the pain is so delicious that even a few tugs can get his pathetic spike overloading and his messy valve squirting. While Prowler berths very few partners, he loves to get his tits fucked by a spike big enough to reach past his cleavage and into his open mouth. Whenever his partner tugs on his nozzle piercings while fucking his tits and hisses out some degrading words, Prowl's vocalizer lets out a whoreish squeal-- he probably overloaded right then and there. Prowl for sure loves his titties. He may not be on Starscream's level of narcissism(no one can reach his level), but he sometimes like to check himself out in a mirror or camera to admire his busty chest, groping himself and gently tugging on his piercings as he begins to pant and his fans click on. It's at times like this that he often dreams about being subjected to obscenely kinky scenarios: his tits being bitten down on harshly as he's forced to continue riding his partner's monstrous length, his partner hooking up pumps to his nozzles to activate his energon lactation and leave him hooked up with multiple vibrators stuffed up his valve and aft and left overloading silly for hours, or being left in a dirty alley during his heat cycle, all his panels open while he drips energon from his tits and his pussy leaks lubricant all over the ground as he's left in a spike-hungry state, just about willing to let anyone fuck him as long as they'll ruin his pussy and fill his gestation tank with transfluid.

#vetty's works. ✿ #vetty's thirsts. ✿ #dom reader #top reader #transformers #transformers x reader #valveplug #maccadam #optimus prime #optimus prime x reader #transformers ratchet #ratchet x reader #transformers drift #drift x reader #rodimus #rodimus x reader #transformers prowl #prowl x reader

[marimology]

summary : a little situation where noah was mean to mirage makes him regret it later on

pairing: sub!noah diaz x dom!transmasc reader x switch!mirage

warnings : nsfw minors dni, overstimulation, toys,just nsfw shit, dubcon(?) WOMEN DNI

nsfw under the cut

“bebé please m sorry” noah had hiccupped with a toy attached to his dick being on full power while being in the backseat of mirage. he’s been in this position for a

while now. this was due to mirage whining to you how much if a jerk the boy had been to him, and you just so happened to walk in on him using one of his favorite toys. a white vibrator that you don’t know where he got it from

“no puedo no puedo” he begged as he was about to cum for the upteenth time.legs shaking and mirage making the air flow towards his exposed area making him moan and jerk his hips more as the cold air had hit

“awe aren’t you adorable” y/n whispered to noah as he was tracing his lips up noah’s neck and kissing it and making sure to leave hickeys in places that would be easy enough for him to hide. “if you wanna stop you gotta apologize to mirage love”

“mmhm s-“ he started but was caught off with a moan as y/n started to insert a finger into his ass and slowly move.

“yeah, you can do it Chiquito, apologize to me” mirage had said teasingly as his holoform had appeared in front of noah , gently cupping his face and making him look at him.

“ah~ mm sorry mirri,won’t be mean to you again” noah had attempted to apologized as he felt y/n starting to hit his prostate . making him start to leak out onto the mech (man?) in front of him.

“yeah yeah i know you won’t” mirage shook he’s head and gave noah a peck on the lips and made eye contact with you. “look at you so close. can you give us one more?” mirage ask him forming a one with his finger. Noah was too fucked out but was able to somehow understand what was being asked.

“yea baby just one more then we can go back home” y/n whispered into his ear as he took off the vibrator and mirages holoform started to jerk him off.

“m boutta cum m boutta cum” noah had whimpered hips bucking more wildly but y/n holding him down with his hands had made him stop. “yeah? let it all out” y/n had said playing with noah’s hair, as noah had came

with a loud moan causing him to pant tiredly after his release

“you did so good, get some rest “ y/n had kissed his temple and placed a blanket over him, letting him rest in the back seat before hopping into the front as mirage started the drive back to the apartment.

“come on babes let me please you” mirage said as he used his holoform to place a kiss on y/n’s forehead.

“let’s get him home first then maybe” y/n said referring to the fucked out boy that was in the back seat.

“gotcha boss man”

#transformers bayverse #mirage transformers #transformers x reader #transformers smut #noah díaz x reader #noah diaz x reader #mirage x reader #noah diaz smut #mirage smut #male reader #trans reader #dom!reader #optimus prime #transformers rise of the beasts #tw overstim #tw. dubcon #tw.overstimulation #bayverse x reader #valveplug

[gamersansblog]

Optimus prime bayverse

Warning!: Ass slapping, Choking kink, daddy kink, dirty names, leg humping, Loads of smut, Optimus being a subby little slut

Requested from: CherryTroyble on wattpad

A/n: I am so sorry for the long wait! I had things to do and I was sick

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Optimus moaned quietly moving his hips back and forth on his lovers large thigh. "Look at you~ acting like a slit on my leg" m/n smirked and slapped his hand on Optimus' ass. Optimus gasped and jolted from the pain and pleasure he was getting from his daddy.

"Oh!~" Optimus moaned and his eyes rolled back as he felt slight pressure on his neck. Optimus whimpered as he thrust on m/ns leg faster feeling his climax coming closer. M/n chuckled and leaned back slightly letting go of Optimus neck who whimpered in response not feeling the pressure on his neck.

Optimus gasped feeling his valve panel suddenly open and Optimus looked how seeing m/ns hand there with something he dies not recognize but seeing it vibrate made him excited.

M/n grinned and shoved the toy up his valve making Optimus whimper loud than before, feeling the vibrates in his pussy is making Optimus want to cum right here and now but his daddy didn't want him to cum and if he did he would get a punishment which optimus was eager to break it but went against the idea.

Optimus soon went faster on m/ns leg and his whimpers got louder and then his moans started to come out when the vibrator went faster.

The smell of sex grew thicker and thick by the minute. M/n smirked and slapped his hand on Optimus ass again making him whine then whimper like he did the second time. "Your luck no ones around or else theu would've heard how much a slut you are" m/n smirked before flipping Optimus over with his ass in the air.

Optimus whined from his now lost climax bit he bit his lip when he saw m/n open his panel revealing his spike that looked hard (this made me cring a bit). Optimus gasped when he felt his pussy being rubbed making him moan like a girl a bit. Optimus shook his ass slightly making m/n growl and slam his dick in Optimus' pussy making Optimus scream in pleasure.

'If *hah* they heard you *huf* right now *hah*" m/n grunted slapping his cock in Optimus valve at a fast face while Optimus screamed and arched his back while rolling his eyes back from the pleasure he was getting and the toy still in his valve and at high"

"O!oh da-ddy!!~~~" Optimus screamed holding the bed sheets for dear life as m/n continues to slam his spike in Optimus' valve at a fast pace.

"Omp~~~ CLOSE" optimus screamed feeling his climax coming closer and closer by the second. "*huf* me to baby" m/n said gripping Optimus neck tightly. Optimus eyes rolled back as he was seeing stars as m/n spike hit inside him in every angle so well.

Optimus moaned and bit his lip when optmus continued to slap his ass over and over again while m/n was doing that and fucking his pussy he was rubbing his cumt at a fast past making him almost fall from being weak to his knees.

Optimus soon then screamed and came all over his body and his juices squirting  all over m/n spike. M/n groned feeling Optimus insides clamp around his spike well and that made him cum soon after. Optimus moaned feeling m/n fill him up with his cream.

M/n and Optimus were panting like dogs under the hot sun. Optimus face looked fuck and also looked he was on cloud nine as a finally feel asleep foe the first time in years. M/n smirked and looked at his work and turned off the vibrator and pulled out his spike and vibrator making Optimus whimper from the lost of being filled up.

M/n grinned wider seeing his cum drip out of his lovers valve seeing it was not big enough to hold it.

M/n grabbed a rag next to his bed side and cleaned Optimus up and changed the sheets and cuddled next to him and fell asleep soon after.

End-

#more smut shit #transformers smut #dom male reader #sub optimus #transformers #male reader #gay #optimus prime #transformers bayverse

[mirnsey]

ꕥ𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄ꕥ

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•𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐛 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫,𝐬𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐫, 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐰𝐩 (𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐩 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲) , 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐠, 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥, 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧/𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲(𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐤), 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐠𝐥. 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐎𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐤𝐞(𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤)•

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 𝟒.𝟑𝐊

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The war was over... the transformers had saved everyone, and that rich douchebag didn't win.

Though it had only ended a bit more than a month ago, both Tokyo and the small part of the city where the transformers had to fight were still being built back up. With kind hearts the transformers helped work back up the cities that had been torn down by the perishing war.

The centuries old cybertrons went back into the mountains to live without harming the community just by existing, alt forms definitely too dangerous to be wandering around in.

And then there was you, another cybertron who had helped in the war. You were male, as the other autobots were as well. And when Optimus's voice message had reached you all while in hiding you had to wipe off the dust from your smooth [color] alt form, a nice [car].

Though, seeing as it was slightly out of date, you decided to upgrade to a newer version of it to catch up with the newer culture. So you scanned a car in some expensive car park before meeting the autobots again, changing your alt (and transformed) form to be better, sleeker.. bigger. It was a bit cool to be taller than you were before the war, though it didn't change much.

Except.. one thing... the way Optimus looked at you.

He already looked at you with pride. Being one of his second in command with Bumblebee, sadly replacing Ratchet when he was recycled, it was warranted. You took grace in it anyway, as you normally walked around with a cloud of confidence. And you were about his height as well, towering over Bee by a couple feet.

Though, after your model change, you of course got taller, so now you were taller than Optimus. When first meeting him you couldn't tell, too focused on the task at hand. But at certain times of war and the time after, it had clicked in your mind. The multiple times pulling him out of the face of danger seemed easier, times where you were covering his 6 and practically casted a shadow over him.

It wasn't anything you had thought about too hard, just joking around with the other autobots about it. Teases of you becoming the new captain or even overpowering the current one being shot between the 5 of you, to not be told to the captain in question. Though, Optimus dwelled on the fact.. quite a lot actually..

It wasn't like he was envious, he was far from it. He seemed more.. intrigued? Infatuated? That's too strong of a word.. is it? It was just.. the thought of now having a recruit who he only went to the chest too seemed to catch his interest. Why did he like this? Why did he like the fact that if you wanted to, you could push him around? Why were the scenarios of you manhandling his form around with your bigger hands as if he were some feeble human recurring in his mind?

Just those kinds of thoughts were the kind that could make Optimus's fans start to turn on, his usually deep and booming voice wavering for a moment while giving some speech about never giving up or something.

And those weren't the only things his mind would always go to when distracted. It wasn't just the height difference of you and him.. it was just you in general! Just.. your confident aura, how you held yourself anywhere, how you were so protecting and just seemed like you were in your element when in battle, and how you spoke and acted when you were angry.

... When you were angry?

You've never yelled at Optimus, never. He was superior, you wouldn't dare! But.. at those times when you were yelling at your autobot team mate, or those times when you were yelling in battle for Cade and his daughter to 'do as you said'. It just.. stirred something into him.

Did he love you? Well.. it felt like more than love...

He didn't just love you... He felt as if he needed you. If you were killed in battle Optimus would never be the same. Just the thought of you dying made Optimus yearn to make his spark stop shining.. but he would never be that drastic.

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You've noticed Optimus has been.. weird lately. Staring at you almost all the time, you've caught him glaring at the small yellow autobot even when just speaking to you, and it was like he was coddling you. As soon as some suspicion broke out that Megatron could not be dead months earlier, he seemed to immediately push you away from the problem; saying he could handle it.

It's as if your whole years of training didn't matter when it came to him. You knew it was in good feelings—he just wanted to 'protect' you. As if.

You need to talk to him...

You dismissed yourself from a meeting with the rest of the autobots, nodding to them as you turned away. The ground rumbled with your heavy steps as you searched for Optimus, stepping carefully around the debris on the ground. This part of the city had been closed off for rebuilding, making it a better place to trail around and reminisce on war.

With a small hiss you fixed one of the small buildings that seemed like it was going to tumble off of its bearings by just a gust of wind, metal hands keeping it steady. Though your focus was pulled away from the tumbling buildings when you heard steps somewhere near you, blue optics tensing. The mask of your armor arose onto your face with a couple metal clicks, hands immediately reaching behind your back and grabbing onto the handle of your sword.

Though the war had ended, the fear and caution from it still stayed. You were ready almost every second to protect yourself or your friends, so brandishing your metal sword suddenly didn't seem as bad as it did when you first landed on this planet.

Your hands twisted the heavy weapon in your digits, the metal glinting in the sun that peaked through the clouds. Your head tilted to the side with a small whir, peaking around the side of a building that was, thankfully, still standing. Though, when seeing just your cybertronian leader your sword dipped, mask withdrawing back into place. Your head shook with an optic roll, rounding the building.

Somehow, Optimus didn't feel your presence, head only popping up when hearing the screeching sound of your sword being placed on your back. Raising your head you could see the pad of Optimus's fingers running over a jut in the wall, one you remember making in the heat of the battle. "What are you doing here?" He asked, turning to you. From your close proximity Optimus was almost pressing himself against the wall behind him, looking up to your optics. "You.. you shouldn't be here.." he brushed you off, the only reason he wouldn't be walking away right now was how you were looking at him. With a glare.

Your metal eyebrows were furrowed, getting frustrated at how he was pushing you off so much. The transformer in front of you tried to keep himself strong, optics glancing down for a moment as he lectured himself in his head. He didn't need to be acting like this because you were taller than him, had a nice build, seemed mad at him.. and... never mind.

"Looking for you," you shrugged, folding your arms over your chest. "The rest of the autobots were having a meeting.. that you had told us to have." You explained, leaning closer to him. The peds of your feet shuffled, letting you push your face closer to his to glare into his optics.

Optimus just stayed silent at the claim, looking down towards the cracked ground. He couldn't say anything against it either, you were right! He had told the autobots about the meeting to talk about what to do to help after this war, and wasn't there to talk about his ideas himself. He was too engrossed in his own.. human-like feelings about you to even help those in need! You just watched as he tried to rack his brain for something to say, letting out a huff of smoke from your nose.

"Why do you always push me away?" You ask suddenly, standing a bit straighter and putting distance between you two. Optimus looked at you as if you just said something unbelievable, taking a second to get a response. He didn't think he did, but he does. You feel like you're favored by the red and blue transformer (because you are), but because of his 'feels', he had the audacity to try and protect you from things you can fix and handle yourself.

"I've.. I've done no such thing.." he spoke softly, turning to not look you in your sharp eyes. He took a step to the side, wishing to walk away from the situation. Though, the ability to do that was soon ripped away when you slammed your fist into the wall in front of his head, cracks rippling from the hit point. Optimus stared at the chipped wall, small clouds of smoke and debris falling from the buildings sides.

"Oh, but.. you have," you nodded, digits curling from the fist that had made a noticeable dent in the wall. Optimus couldn't help but push his legs together discreetly, fans coming on with a soft noise. Why was he feeling like this? You were literally telling him off! "Even in war, my safety was put over everything else. You would probably save me from a decepticon minion if you had to!" You let out a chuckle at your own words, head dropping for a moment. It was a funny picture in your head as well, Optimus protecting you from an enemy as small as some human child.

Optimus couldn't help but be a bit taken aback by your words, his own brows furrowing. Wasn't being protected what significant others hoped for in a relationship? He may have been going a bit overboard, but Optimus believed he was doing well... Did you not like it? His mind started to race with thoughts of how to try and be a bit better; if you didn't like something about him, then he could change—he would change!

"But, I can handle myself," you said firmly, catching Optimus off guard by your sharp tone. "You need to understand that." You said, finally pulling away a bit. With your words you poked him on the side of the chest, causing the smaller autobot to lean further into the brick wall behind himself. Your arm dropped from the wall, head tilting to the side lightly as you continued to just stare at him.

"I do!" Optimus defended himself, trying to make both himself and you feel better. You let out a smokey scoff, metal eyebrows furrowing.

"Well, you do not show it." You grumbled, looking out towards the more destroyed buildings. As an idea quirked in your mind a smirk widened in your face, looking at the red and blue transformer in front of you. "You know—if you can not get it, I will show you." You said slowly, faceplate nearing his again. This time you didn't move, blue optics staring into blue optics. Optimus's fans ran faster, frame shifting as if trying to push himself further into the bricks. As you stared your eyes ran down to his lips before looking back to his eyes.

After a second longer of just staring at him you let out a laugh when he didn't respond in any way other than trying to push his metal thighs together to relieve some burning feeling in his gut. Your free hand traveled to the side of his waist, thumb rubbing against his skin. You kept straight optic contact with him, digits slowly traveling down his thigh. You watched as Optimus's gaze traveled down your arm, training on your hand for a moment.

"Hey, optics up here."

At your sharp words he looked back up quickly, stifling a gasp in his throat. You had just given him a command, and he had just followed like a dog. Is.. this what you wanted? Were you planning this?

Despite his mind trying to connect dots and understand things, they were all wrong. Everything past you confronting him about his weird behavior has been you just acting right on instinct. And, oh, were your instincts telling you to do so many things right now.

Your digits squeezed his thigh with a small chuckle, hand reaching back up to his groin. Optimus tried to keep his optics trained on yours, body jerking lightly at your feather-like touches. Your fingers padded over the plate of his crotch, stopping for a moment. You looked into Prime's eyes, asking something silently. After a couple minutes of quiet conversation the blue and red autobot nodded, a small groan coming from the back of his throat.

With a small push the metal plate pulled back to show his spike, the appendage twitching when being shown to air. Optimus let out an uncharacteristic, low whine, eyes about to close before your digits reached around his base. He sucked in a sharp breath, hands quickly reaching forward and grabbing at your arms.

"Calm down, captain," you joked with a chuckle, hand slowly working up his shaft before rubbing his tip with the pad of your thumb. You watched as a clear-ish liquid beaded down the underside, collecting it onto your fingers to help stroke him off. Optimus let out a choked moan, digits tightening on your forearm and wrist.

"Wait— sir, p-please-" he whined out, head leaning back against the brick wall.

Sir? Oh, that's new...

You would've told him to look in your optics once again, but you decided to let him wallow in his pleasure for a little. You squeezed your hand around the base of his member, eliciting a moan from Optimus. You used your other hand to remove the metal plate from in front of your own spike, the bigger one springing out. Your member throbbed once being released, your lips opening to let out a low groan. Oh how you've been waiting for this...

With a moan you wrapped your hand around your member, stroking it a couple times to spread the pre over it. Leaning towards Optimus you pressed the undersides of your spikes together, wrapping your bigger hands around both of them. You couldn't help but let out a slightly cracked laugh, seeing that the top of your spike had reached a couple more inches above his. You knew you had gotten bigger, but didn't know that much.

You watched as Optimus practically fell apart beneath you, hands pawing at your shoulders. His head was still tilted back against the cracked brick wall, the spikes of his head making small screeching noises against the bricks. His thighs twitching as he felt your member run against his, composure only crumbling more from the added sensation of your fingers wrapped around them both. "Oh—spark.." Optimus said, more moans being pulled from his throat. You sucked in a deep breath, watching Prime convulse lightly, digits leaving indents into the metal of your shoulders. You giggled at the thought of having to get them buffered out. Or maybe leave them.. as a memorial.

"I'm—I-" he couldn't even get out another word before he was cumming, metal body curling in on itself. You tightened the hood of your digits, feeling Optimus lean closer to him as he reached the peak of his high. White liquid came from the tip of his spike in spurts, dripping down the side of your own cock and falling onto the pavement.

You looked up to Optimus with a wide smile, puffs of air leaving your mouth. Your mind was racing with different thoughts of manhandling his body into different positions, yearning to make him cum like that again.. and again.. and again.

Gazing into his optics it seemed as if he was already ready to tap out, his blue eyes almost closed. You couldn't help but pout lightly, thinking of what to do. Well.. you haven't cum yet.. so..

Eh, he was a strong autobot.

You release both of your dicks, the absence of your hand causing him to whine, waving Optimus's cum from your digits. Grabbing his hips you practically almost marveled at the space between your thumbs, honestly just admiring his waist for a moment. Oh how you loved his (slutty) thin waist. You used the leverage of his hips and turned him around, hand grabbing the back of his head and pushing his faceplate against the bricks. All that the autobot let out was a whine, slumping against the bricks with his spine arching.

A groan let your lips at the sight, your shaft rubbing against his entrance longingly. You could feel his hole fluttering against the underside of it, urging you to just put it in already. Despite the guttural feeling of just wanting to shove your spike in him.. you decided not to, taking pity in him. He was just some.. poor obsessive autobot who was putty in your hands, why not give him some slack before fucking him dumb?

Taking your two middle digits you pressed them against his hole, pushing them past the ring of muscles slowly, trying to ease him into it as you heard him moan loudly. Your teeth bit your bottom lip at the feeling of him squeezing around your fingers, letting out a low moan of your own. You could feel your spike twitch at a high pitch whine from Optimus at the intrusion of your digits, feeling them pull back before pushing back in softly.

He could feel his optics roll back just at the slow pace, digits leaving thin ditches in the bricks of the wall. You cooed down at him, free hand holding the side of his hips to hold them still as he pivoted them around. "You're gonna have to relax if I'm gonna go further," you said quietly near the side of his head, fingers stopping at the tight feeling of his walls. Your back was flush against the dip of his back, just making the situation searing to the touch.

Optimus's cheek pressed against the wall tightly as you pressed against him, hand wrapping around his hips to place feather-like feelings on his spike. He let out another low whine, hips rutting forward when your fingers started to move again. He couldn't tell if he needed to move forward away from the penetration or back from the feeling of your palm overstimulating his spike. It was all too much for him, some kind of vicious cycle depending on the thrusting of his own hips.

"I—can't-" he choked out, lips pursed his lips together and cutting his words off. His thighs tried to press together to try and get your hand to stop, but it was just some feeble attempt when you were able to force them back open easily, fingers creating a tight hole around his dick.

"But you can." You smiled wider, fingers curling deeper into him, a drawn out moan erupting from his throat. "You can do it." You praised, fingers starting a slow repetitive pace on his spike. You felt him tense under you, a choked moan being caught in his throat. As you noticed symptoms of him cumming you pulled your fingers out, watching his hole pulse around nothing as he leaned forward on the wall to support himself. Optimus's eyes clamped shut, a cry being lost in his heavy breaths as his orgasm drifted away.

You chuckled down at him, watching his metal frame tremble. From a small gap between his thighs you could see precum from the tip of his spike fall to the cracked ground, the liquid making a small puddle. You would've thought he had cum somehow when you weren't paying attention if it wasn't so clear. Have you really gotten him this worked up?

With a groan you wrapped your digits around your spike, directing your tip towards his hole. With a slow thrust you eased in it, hands gripping Optimus's hips. Your breaths puffed against his neck, cheek leaning against his clavicle. Small moans left your lips as you bottomed out slowly, the whines of the smaller autobot mixing with them perfectly.

A low grunt sounded in the back of your throat, fingers grabbing at his hips as you pulled your length out to just ram it back in quickly. Starting to try and find a pace, hips stuttering once and a while, one of your hands slithered up Prime's chest, trying to pull him ultimately closer. He let out strangled moans and whines, voice breaking into gasps as he didn't expect the rough pace. Optimus wasn't used to being treated roughly. He was usually treated with respect off of the battle field, barely even getting bad glares by passing civilians.

At the face rutting of your hips your knees bent a bit, angling your spike just right to hit his g-spot. Optimus cried out loudly, back arching drastically. "Oh—mmph-r-right.. ah, there!" He stuttered, hips trying to push back and meet your hips but giving up almost immediately. You responded to his plea as soon as he yelped it, hips working to try and hit that spot over and over again.

He could barely believe he was acting like.. well.. like a slut! No one would expect for the leader of the autobots to be bent over by one of his rookies! And.. here he was, leaning against a brick wall while getting his back blown out, almost drooling. But who could blame him! When your spike was rubbing against his walls so perfectly, tip practically bruising his sweet spot, he couldn't help but moan loudly and let his dick drip onto the ground.

Speaking of that, Optimus's cock was weeping. Pre was falling from abundantly, twitching wildly as he tried to hold the urge to cum suddenly. He wanted to.. he wanted to so badly.. but sadly, he couldn't. You were the one controlling this situation, rearranging his guts just so perfectly, so he would have to repay you.

For now, that would be by holding his orgasm.. that sweet sweet orgasm.

As he felt your spike continue to abuse his walls, all he could do was sit there, awaiting for your impending words that would let him get what he wanted. Your digits left dents in his armor as your thrusts started to grow sloppy, your face pressing against his shoulder. "Ah—you w-wanna cum?" You asked finally, hips sputtering as you tried to nail that one spot that made Prime's mind turn to mush.

All the leader could do was nod ecstatically, a string of whines ejecting from his throat. It was honestly amazing how you could break down this great leader of an autobot so easily.. and a bit disgusting. If someone would have told you all that it would take to get Optimus on his knees and submit to anyone.. was to give him some dick, your brows would probably furrow and your lips would turn down in a frown. It would be arousing, of course, but also a bit disappointing. You let out a grunt at these thoughts, eyes springing open with your next words.

"Y-you.. you're kind of—ah.. disgusting if you just let s-someone like me, f-fuck... to just bend you o-over.." you grumbled, thrusts slowing. Prime's head shook side to side, sobs leaving the autobot as he tried to convince you not to stop, words just coming out jumbled. Going on with his pleas you continued the drive of your hips, hand going around and squeezing around his spike. "Well? G-go on.. cum like the dirty c-captain you are.." despite scolding yourself in your head for the stutters in your words, you still basked in the reaction you got from them.

Optimus let out a loud cry, hole squeezing around you tightly as his orgasm crashed onto him. He let out gargled 'thank you's and even a couple ''love you's. You helped him through his orgasm, digits running up and down his shaft as he came, helping hold up his body when he convulsed. As he did his walls pressed around you tightly, a groan leaving your lips. With another small thrust you came, painting his walls white with your cum.

You breathed heavily, legs shaking a bit as you leaned against the autobot under you. You could feel him trembling more vigorously than you, falling limp against you and the wall. Pecking kisses on the side of his neck you pulled out of him, cooing as you heard him whine from the sudden emptiness. "You're fine... you did so well for me.." i mumbled to him, digits trailing down the crest of his ass. Pecking kisses over his shoulder, your fingers moving over his fluttering hole. Slowly you started to finger your cum back into him, the last of the autobot's strength used on arching his back and letting out a sharp gasp.

Oh.. you would definitely be doing this again..

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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

#ఌmirney’s moronic workఌ #꧁i should shut up꧂ #domreader #msub #writing #sub character #oneshots #dom reader #𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐛 #amab reader #sub Optimus prime #optimus prime #transformers #optimus prime transformers #bottom character #top reader #bottomoptimusprime

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i make references for myself so i dont have to search/open a bunch of images, plus i can modify a design 2 my preference either aesthetically or so theyre easier for me to draw. i rly liked how these came out tho

#transformers #idwtf #optimus prime #minimus ambus #do i even tag this ultra magnus... eh #dominus is there too but hes not rly the focus ig #i redesigned irreducable minimus so that he looked more like irreducable dom #since according to word of god hes also supposed to have a turbofox alt #his fox head is on his back vs dom who has it on his chest #just so i didnt have to change him TOO much #this is also my second time designing op cus i was rly unhappy w how i was drawing him before #ant art

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TFP Starscream x Reader

This is for @condeeznutsfitinyomouth! Again, sorry your asks got eaten :(

They requested confessional sex with Starscream after you caught your boyfriend cheating! Hope this is what you were after, enjoy! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

Warnings: Confessional sex, cheating, afab reader, GN reader, human reader, starscream is domming but reader tops.

Word count: 869

You hate that you knew it was coming. You predicted it immediately when your calls went straight to voicemail and left you on read. And last night, that deep feeling in your gut didn’t lead you on as he did. No, because your boss had let you off early, and you came home to find some random car parked in your driveway.

You were furious, full of unbridled rage, as you stormed into your house and made a bee-line to your shared bedroom. It reeked of sex, and the look on this douchebag's face when we saw you, death staring at him from the door, was laughable. He was terrible at keeping his dirty secrets.

But you had a secret up your sleeve, too—the knowledge and companionship of a sleek alien robot jet. You met Starscream a long time ago; a total asshole who wouldn’t let you off this ship called the Nemesis. Something about being ‘live human bait for the human empath, Optimus Prime’. But you had sweet-talked him enough to let you at least have some freedom.

Over time, though, your fears of being involved with an alien fizzled out when you started to confide in one another unintentionally. You would express how much of a doormat your boyfriend made you feel, and Starscream would also express how much of a doormat Megatron made him feel. Together, you both created a home where there are no doormats. And ultimately, no regrets.

After you had kicked out your now ex-boyfriend and his little protégé in cheating relations, you contacted Starscream to meet you on the outskirts of Jasper to vent out your frustrations. What you never expected, though, was to have that deep gut feeling replaced with the gut-deep feeling of his upwards thrusts.

Propped up against a dusty boulder was Starscream, with you in his lap. His sharp silver talons tightly grip your hips, guiding you up and down on his sleek yet rigid metal spike. His scarlet optics focused on your squishy body pressed against him, as well as your face, twisted in beautiful pleasure and heated anger.

“That’s it. Tell me how much you loathe that wretched human boy.”

Oh, you wish he could see you now. To watch his ego deflate as you impale yourself on a dick that’s much, much larger than his.

“F-Fuckin’ hate him,” Your voice shakes from your rage and the inability to cohere a single sentence, “Asshole, he never loved -hggff- me.”

“He never satisfied you, didn’t he?” Starscream sneers, moving a servo to your face to squish your cheeks together. His other servo pushes your hips further down his spike to meet with his thrusts.

“N-No.”

He growls and leans close to your ear, “And I am willing to bet that my spike feels significantly more pleasurable than whatever that mere human possesses, is that right?”

“Mhmm,” You mumble, but it soon transitions into screaming as Starscream forces his spike so fucking deep in you that you start to see stars.

“I want a verbal answer,” He growls again, and it’s so delicious and smooth against your ear that it nearly sends you over the edge, “You know I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

“Yes, fuck!” You cry out, and your head rests on Starscreams shoulder once his servo returns to your hip, “F-Feels so good, so much better than him.”

“Good, little pet,” Starscream pounds into you with reckless abandon, purely focused on bringing you to orgasm. His venting is rough, full of equal zest for the anticipation of overloading in you, “Now, my dear, scream my name as if he can hear you.”

And you do. You clamp down on his spike and let out the filthiest moan of his name that actually echos off the rocks and reverbs around you, with the full intention of wanting him to hear. Your ears are ringing from the loudness and the explosive orgasm that shakes your body like an earthquake.

“There you go, let the whole world know who you -hgghn- belong to.” Starscream is close behind. The ever-increasing momentum of his hips becomes more stagnant until he groans and releases his transfluids deep inside you, vocaliser fluttering and turning into static. He’s throbbing against your walls, filling you to near breaking point, and you have no choice but to collapse your entire body weight against him.

“Fuuuck,” You mewl. Your thighs are shaking, and your voice is croaky. And your heart is booming against your ribcage so hard you’re sure Starscream can feel it.

After Starscream returns from his high, he takes the opportunity to wrap his arms loosely around you in an attempt to give you some rare affection before you can question what the fuck just happened between you two.

“There, doesn’t that feel so much better?” Starscream hums, stroking lines across your back. It’s soothing and a welcomed distraction from the welts forming on your waist from his sharp digits. You whine in reply, eyes fluttering shut weakly.

“Mmm, I thought so,” He sighs, an ever so slight smile encompassing his dermas, “Shall we return to the Nemesis?”

Let’s just say you got your revenge on your ex a few more times that night.

#transformers #transformers prime #tfp #tfp starscream #tfp starscream x reader #valveplug #cyberrosewrites

[glyphwrites]

Sub!Megatron and his sassy Dom Optimus discuss a scene

Have a precurser to smut that popped into my head today. I might end up writing the actual scene at some point, but I'm just way too busy rn. If i ever do, it'll go up on ao3 as a whole fic.

Despite the effects of the war and its aftermath, Megatron hadn’t had too much of a problem with his sex life. Though he couldn’t say he’d had a stable partner throughout that time, he had plenty of friends and admirers to spend time with, and left those encounters feeling perfectly satisfied.

However…

Personally, Megatron was a switch, enjoying practically any position and dynamic. There were a lot of mechs willing to let him dominate them, take control out of their servos and give them a fun time. But when it came to his own desire to be submissive, he simply didn't have the same range of options. Most Decepticons weren't comfortable with domming their leader, and those that were generally weren't interested in doing anything gentle. Which - a little rough play could be fun, but it wasn't Megatron's preference. That left his friends, where unfortunately the problem persisted. Shockwave would much rather follow his commands, Starscream had always focussed too much on degrading him, Straxus he didn't trust an inch and most of his other generals were uninterested. Strika was the only one he'd repeatedly fooled around with in that manner (technically Lugnut as well, but he was very firmly submissive), but even then they'd both been able to agree that they didn’t quite click. 

So life continued as before, Megatron feeling fairly satisfied with his various encounters but never quite completely fulfilled.

Then he met Optimus Prime. And, well, a lot of things happened. He died, for one thing. But after everything else that happened, after their squabbles were over and their alliance was solidified, Megatron had found himself falling for the mech… and eventually, falling into his berth. It had certainly been a whirlwind romance, especially considering how long it’d been since he’d had a proper partner. Once flirtations and teasing had become something more serious, and after their first few tumbles, they’d inevitably begun to talk about what they wanted from their strange new relationship. Megatron had laid out his own preferences easily, before revealing how he identified as a switch with some hesitance. He’d so wanted things to work out, wary of turning Optimus away at the thought of him desiring submission.

Megatron still remembered the grin that had spread across Optimus’ face, like the sun coming up. “Hey, that’s perfect! So am I.” Not for an instant had Optimus judged him; in fact, he’d been quite excited discussing their very first proper scene together, and just as enthusiastic carrying it out.

It’d been the best submissive experience of Megatron’s life.

He could still remember lying in berth together afterward, Optimus running a cloth laden with polish across his heated plating. Right there and then, he’d vowed to repeat the experience as often as he possibly could.

And life had gone on.

---------------------------------------------------

Once again, it’d been a long day filled with meetings, forms and petty squabble between his officers. Megatron had headed straight for his quarters the instant the last meeting finished, eager to sit with a cube of warm energon and perhaps a datapad as he decompressed. Instead, when he arrived he found that Optimus had beat him back to their shared rooms, and was now doing something with a selection of boxes on the coffee table. He glanced up as the door closed, flashing a smile at Megatron as he entered. To Megatron’s optics, his partner looked distinctly dishevelled in the way that usually implied he’d been working with his servos again. Although Optimus’ job description now mostly covered tactical analysis,  organising military logistics and fighting on the battlefield, he still often seemed to find some kind of job or task that required building things or tinkering with the guts of a spacebridge. At this point it was so frequent as to be ubiquitous, and Megatron wasn’t even that surprised at the sight.

“How was your day? I thought you’d be kept a little longer, to be honest.” Optimus straightened from his work, hopping over the scattered boxes on his way over to the door.

Megatron couldn’t help but smile at the sight, his worries melting away for the time being as he bent down to answer Optimus with a kiss. “It was perfectly fine, though you’re quite right; I managed to weasel out of my last meeting a little earlier than usual.”

Optimus laughed, slinging his arms around Megatron’s neck and kissing him back. “Well, that’s good to hear!” They stayed in the doorway for a few minutes longer, holding each other close. Megatron delighted in pressing Optimus against him, feeling his spark thrumming through his plating. 

When at last they broke apart again, Megatron glanced back at the chaos in the centre of their living area and couldn’t help but ask about it. “Are you building us some new furniture?” Optimus generally preferred to mess with machines, but he wasn’t that discerning with his projects.

“Oh! Not quite…” Optimus pulled away a little, looking from Megatron to the boxes and then back away. He smirked, teasing and smug in equal parts as he placed his servos on Megatron’s chassis “Actually, I’ve got something special for you.” He grinned up at Megatron for a moment longer, before pausing and tacking on another few sentences in a hurry. “Only if you're up for it, of course! I know it’s been a long day.”

It had in fact been a long day. But something about Optimus filled him with energy, and now Megatron couldn’t imagine a better way to spend his evening. “That sounds exciting.” He replied, catching Optimus to kiss again. “I’d certainly be happy to find out.”

The answering grin practically lit up the room. Optimus skipped back over to the table while Megatron followed at a more sedate pace, although he felt just as eager. Digging into one of the boxes, Optimus retrieved what appeared to be… a coil of braided wire? It shone in the light, iridescence glimmering as he turned it. He offered it to Megatron, who lifted and examined it carefully.

Thanks to his past exploits, Megatron had a fairly good idea of what this was. “Planning to tie me up?” He tested the shining rope between his digits, and frowned. “It’s certainly pretty, but it doesn’t look very strong.” He turned it over for a moment longer, before catching sight of the way Optimus was gesturing to him and handing the coil back.

And then Optimus grinned impishly, taking the end of the braided wire and wrapping it around his other servo, pulling it tight between them. “That’s the point!” 

Something about that mischievous grin, that cocky tone of voice, that confident stance… it did things to Megatron. He swallowed lightly, unable to move as Optimus stepped closer, giving him an evaluating look as he wound the rope between his servos. “So, here’s the deal.” Optimus was right up in his face now, so close that their chassis were touching. “I’m going to tie you up and play with you.” His tone was utterly matter of fact now, but it still did plenty to excite Megatron. He liked the way Optimus managed to dominate him despite their differences in size and age, the confident way he ordered Megatron around. Optimus pressed one servo to his chassis, drawing a circle over his spark. “All you have to do is enjoy yourself… and not break it.” He smirked even wider. “Think you can manage it?”

That was one of the other things he liked about Optimus’ style, the way he challenged Megatron. Composing himself, he leaned down, matching Optimus’ smirk despite the way his spark burned with excitement. “I dare say I’m up to the task.”

#tfa #tfa megop #precursor to smut #implied valveplug #megop #transformers animated #optimus prime #tfa optimus prime #megatron #sub megatron #these bitches gay #also sub!megatron fans rise up #spicy bites

[emotionallyattachednerd]

Obey | SG Optimus Prime x f!robot S/O reader | NSFW 18+

Word count: 1400+

Warnings: Smut ( BDSM, pet play, oral and rough interfacing ), dom / sub, dark and a little twist in end. NSFW 18+.

Notes: It seems I can only write Optimus having a dark or controlling side. My other two that I've written are softer but still have that darkness. This is my own idea I wanted to try out. Enjoy it you beautiful sinners. 🥰

☕ Coffee

The collar fits firmly around your neck, leach attached that tugs you up to straighten yourself on your servos and knees, ruby optics gazing up at the purple mech sitting on the large berth covered in thick silks, all fit for a king.

You know the rules. You know how to play his game.

Optimus tightens his servo at the end of the leash as he observes you, helm tilting to the side as his crimson optics intensely drag across your slender frame. Tugging the leash he smirks behind his mouth guard as you let out a soft grunt but manage to keep your balance. He loves this, everything in his control.

"Crawl." His simple command is all you needed to hear.

Slowly you move yourself, crawling forward with a heavy sway of your aft, dancing silently as you get closer until in reach, his legs spread wide for you to have access. No touching, not yet. You know this. All you want is to worship your king.

Using your glossa you gently drag it across his heated panel, kissing the area lightly and nuzzling into him like a purring feline. You wiggle your aft from side to side slowly, moaning as you feel the intense vibrations coming from the device plugged in your valve, dripping fluids onto the ground as it runs down your thighs.

"You're making a mess." Optimus notices this through a heated vent. "Back up. Clean it up, with your glossa."

"Yes, my lord."

Doing as he says you slide back and bend down, licking up the fluids with your glossa and making sure you gather every drop of it to keep him satisfied. The vibrator in you continues to blaze intensely but you try to hold everything in as best you could. Once cleaned up you keep yourself bent over in a submissive position with your face pressed against the floor, optics full of hazy lust looking back at him.

"Hm." Optimus lets out a short hum. "Good. Now, put that mouth to better use, my pet." He retracts his panel for his enormous spike to emerge from its housing, throbbing intensely, bumps and ridges flaming violet along the length. The very sight makes you lick your lips eagerly.

"Yes, my lord." You answer before moving closer again, holding yourself back from going too fast. The last time you did that it earned you a punishment.

Without using your servos you gently drag your glossa along the side of his twitching cable, planting a soft kiss across a ridged area and sucking gently, earning a heated groan from him looming over you. Moving up you then kiss his leaking tip, swirling your glossa around the area before taking him slowly in your mouth, lowering your helm as you let out a low lingering hum that shocks through him, noticing his servos tightening around the leash and the silks he sat under.

While you slowly bob your helm you continue to take little at a time, sucking good, just the way he likes it. The vibrator in you sends pulses of pleasure through your frame, and holds back from overloading. You take as much as you can and relax your intake, knowing what he was about to do.

Optimus lets out a flared snarl before he tugs the leash harshly towards him, forcing you to take more of him, and his free servo grips the back of your helm and pushes you down fully on him, holding you still and savouring the exotic tightness around himself.

You feel every twitch and throb down your intake, full and stuff tightly as you relax yourself more to give him what he desires. After a moment he loosened his hold and pulled your helm away, his spike wet and bobbing out in your view. He keeps you close as he tugs the leash to have you look up at him, his other servo tilting your chin up.

"Hold still, just like that." Optimus purrs as he gazes down at you, his hard spike resting against the side of your helm with some of his leaked trans fluid coating the corners of your lips. "Such a beautiful picture. Now, get on the berth. Present yourself to me, like a good pet, ready for a hard frag."

"Yes, my lord."

Pushing yourself up slowly onto the berth you continue to move like a fancy cat, fluids flooding your valve making you quicker feel your warm juices threatening to erupt out. Once in position, Optimus kneels behind and removes the vibrator making you gasp out a low whimper. Your valve and node is so sensitive, burning with need to be touched and filled.

You feel him behind you, leash tugging your helm back a little as you feel his hot throbbing spike pressing against your valve, moaning lowly with desire, desperation to be filled by your lord.

With his free servo he grabs your waist and pulls you back onto his thick spike roughly, earning a lingering moan to leave you, only for it to grow further as he sets a slow and brutal pace against you, pressing firmly against your aft repeatedly with a sharp clang. Your frame rocks violently back and forth, your servos keeping you balanced as he uses you to his pleasure.

Every bump and ridge along his thick length tugs at your inner walls, ceiling node pulses with need as you vent heavily through eager moans. Optimus tugs at the leash again, forcing your back to arch against his thrusts as he hangs over your shoulder, heat radiating from his dark metal.

"You crave for this, every pain I give, every frag, you love it." He grunts solidly between thrusts.

"Y-yes, my lord." You manage to say between thrusts.

"Such a slut, needy whore, willing to let her lord do as he desires."

"Only for you!"

"Yes, all for me."

Suddenly, he fists into the leash, pulling you back all the way until your back is pressed against his heaving charris and thrusts into you with need, rutting firmly and choking you a little as he holds a firm controlling grip against you.

The pleasure mixes in with the pain, hungry moans continue to leave you, and all you can do is hold onto something and let him do it, accepting every brutal thrust he delivers while you listen into his feral grunts against your audio over again.

Your overload threatens to erupt, and he wasn't too far off either. Good. Optimus presses you down firmly onto the berth, pinning you and pumping his trans fluids deeply in your valve, thick ropes soaking through and filling your chamber within. During his grinding that is your cue to let go and you don't hold back anymore, overloading around his twitching spike, sensitive node burning with greed as you both calm down through your heated overloads together.

You're sore, tired, but it was a damn good overload, and you love the feeling of him filling you over again.

Optimus sits on the berth and pulls you into his lap then, having you straddle him as his servos roam gently over your frame and up to your neck, fiddling with the collar you had tightened on your.

When you feel the collar loosen and fall you gaze into your lover's optics, a poisonous smile creeping onto your lips as you lift your servos to caress his cheek platings tenderly.

"My lord, my king, that was fantastic." You purr in delight, leaning forward to kiss him after he retracted his mouth guard.

Optimus lets out a moan against your lips and grins softly as you break from the kiss. "My beautiful endura, my queen, you always keep me satisfied."

"I would burn worlds for you." And you weren't kidding. Everyone knew just how dark and cruel Optimus is, but you were just as corrupted. You loved the pain he inflicted on you, giving him what he desired and doing anything he asked. You two were perfect for each other.

"It pleases me to hear you say that." Optimus praises before taking your chin between his digits. "Now darling, it's your turn. What game would you like to play now?"

It doesn't take long for you to decide. "How about we go play with our prisoner?" You knew this is something he wanted as well, something you both did. Optimus lets out a heavy low chuckle of delight.

"That sounds like fun. Let's not keep him waiting anymore."

Wrapped in your king's arms, you both head towards the cells, where your most recent capture hanged in chains. You've always wanted to play with Megatron, and having your king join is going to make it all so perfect.

#transformers #shattered glass #optimus prime #valveplug #reader insert #optimus x reader #dom optimus prime #smut #fanfiction #writing #sugarrusheag

[onlyyvette]

i need optimus pussy so bad

You're so real for that I'm actually going to make a whole thirst for this

warnings: dom/top reader + sub/bottom optimus prime + cybertronian reader + sloppily eating out Optimus' valve + praise + prime gets wrecked by the power of oral

a/n: thank you so much for giving me the inspo to create this��🏾

╰┈➤ Just imagining Optimus laying down on his back and presenting himself for you, large white thighs shyly held open while his digits tentatively hold open his already leaking slit. It's not that he was necessarily scared or nervous, but he can't help but let shivers run down his spinal struts as you admire his valve so intently.

╰┈➤ You were mesmerized by his pulsing blue biolights decorating his valve lips and his oh-so-pretty red node resting in the hood of his valve. His array was the prettiest one you ever saw, When you say that out loud to him, he lets out a small "thank you" and tries to cover his pretty pussy with his servo but you move it out of the way, causing him to let out a whine. You look up from your spot between his thighs and drink in the look on his face. His battle mask was off. His optics are half-shuttered, the light coming out dimmed. A very prominent blue flush is spread across his face and his mouth is screwed into a slight pout. He was so cute and you hadn't even dome anything to him.

╰┈➤ Way too soon, your glossa is on Optimus' valve, and he lets out a short yet embarrassing yelp. In his defense, even though you had done this so many times before, you were always so quick to push your glossa into him and you never held back. Your glossa delves into Optimus' wet heat, forcing it as deep as you can as you listen to the Prime let out moans with his low baritone. He feels your nasal ridge crushing his node and the pleasure bursts under his eyelids.

╰┈➤ Optimus' thighs begin to automatically clamp down on your helm but the slight crushing feeling only raised your charge. You eat him out like a starved mech, sloppily lapping at every node you can feel in the mesh of his valve and making sure he can feel it. By now, Optimus is so close to overloading, he always overloaded quickly from being eaten out. If you lifted up your helm you would see Optimus biting on his servo joints, trying his best to not let out his embarrassing noises but clearly failing.

╰┈➤ With your eager mouth, you'll bring Optimus to overload so hard he won't even know what hit him. He'll let out a series of staticky moans while his thighs clamp down hard on your helm while he squirts, and you'll still work your glossa in his valve despite his recent overload. He'll whine and push at your helm but you both know that those weak pushes don't mean anything-- he doesn't want you to stop and you don't plan on it.

╰┈➤ You'll make him overload a few more times, each overload more powerful than the last. He keeps seeing stars in his vision and--oh Primus-- he's overloading again. He'll sob as he squirts for a last time, his frame trembling from the aftershocks as you suck on Optimus' node for the last time before releasing it. You're almost 100% sure you were left with some kind of helm processor damage, but you really didn't care. After you've eaten his valve out to your satisfaction, you bring helm out from between Optimus' legs and lay your frame on top of his. Your derma meet his and you begin to give each other messy, open-mouthed kisses. His optics shutter close as he whimpers into the kiss. Your servos roam his frame and you map out his familiar curves, lightly groping them, especially his chestplate while the Prime lets out sensual sighs.

╰┈➤ Underneath you, you feel his thighs tighten and rubbing against each other. Making out was getting Optimus charged up again, and it didn't surprise any of you. While your spike pressurized against his abdomen, you knew that you would make sure that your conjunx would be quivering in pleasure by the time you were done with him.

#vetty's thirsts. ✿ #vetty rambles. ✿ #transformers #valveplug #dom reader #top reader #optimus prime #optimus x reader #tfp optimus #idw optimus prime #rotb optimus

[randofics]

Night Drive

TFP Optimus prime x southern reader

I was listening to some romantic country songs and thought this one up. It starts off slow. Optimus needs some love so let's give it to him. Soft dom Optimus but who am I kidding there's no way he wouldn't be a dom.

18+ Under the cut

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Optimus was many things but you were sure he didn't have a sexual (bone) in him. He never did or said anything towards anyone that was even accidentally sexual. But he was most definitely attractive at least to you. His voice was so deep and it sent shivers down your spine when he spoke to you. You knew however that you couldn't make a move on him. He's centuries older and not even the same species let alone size.

You were on your phone sitting on the couch when his voice caught your attention. He stood next to Rachet at the computer asking him something. With your earbuds in it was hard to tell what he was saying. He noticed you looking at him and gave you a smile continuing his chat with Rachet. You looked back to your phone and an idea came to your mind. You swapped to your camera and took a picture of him as he leaned forward hands on the edge of the table holding the computers.

You made it your home screen pic knowing that you barely used your phone when you were out in public. Let alone not have any apps open so it wasn't covered. You chuckled when you looked the photo over again. You were startled by Optimus's voice as he called to you. He had turned around and was looking at you. You took out your earbuds so you could hear him properly. " Come with me y/n." You stood and without question jogged down the steps to the concrete floor. He transformed into his alt mode and popped his driver side door open for you.

"Where we headed Op?" You buckled your seatbelt and placed your hands on his steering wheel. "You'll see." He drove out through the bases tunnel and into the cool desert night. "You mind if I put on some music?" He chuckled. "Go ahead." His radio came on and you twisted the dial to a country music station. He mentioned once that he rather liked country music, and you thought it fit his personality perfectly. As he continued to drive you looked out the window watching the desert go by in a blur.

He slowed and turned down a dirt road. You were far from town and there wasn't an artificial light in sight, only the stars and his headlights. Your heartrate quickened as you thought about what he was planning. You were sure he wouldn't do anything nefarious but it still made you a bit nervous. He drove up a hill and parked giving you a view of the Nevada desert. Large rock pillars were scattered about below, and the stars shown spectacularly. "I come here occasionally to think or clear my processor." "So why did you bring me here?" "Well it's also rather beautiful like you." You blushed at his compliment.

He did not just compliment you! You couldn't believe it, he had never even shown signs that he liked you more than as a friend. "Th- thank you Optimus." You didn't know what else to say and neither did he apparently as he didn't say anything either. You looked at the stars through his windshield, leaning back against his seat. (Sugarland- want to) started to play on the radio making the awkward atmosphere turn comfortable again. You relaxed as the calming music played. Suddenly a shooting star flew across the sky and you wished this moment wouldn't end anytime soon. As you looked at the stars you tried to find constellations. You eventually found Ursa major but couldn't find anything else. The song soon ended but it was quickly followed by (Luke Bryan- Drunk on you). The lyrics made you blush and your heart beat faster again.

Optimus had noticed the change in atmosphere as well as the lyrics. As he pictured what the man was singing about he couldn't help but think how similar his description of the woman was to you. You were wearing cowboy boots and well used bell bottom jeans with a tight t-shirt. The song slowd a bit as the man sang some of the last lyrics.

So let's slip on out where it's a little bit darker

And when it gets a little bit hotter

We'll take it off on out in the water

Those lyrics left him thinking about you in the water of a pond at night, your clothes hanging on the branch of a tree. How he would love to hold you and kiss you as you swam in the cool water.

He turned on his holoform which fizzled as it became visible. It startled you at first but when you realized it was just his holoform you relaxed again. You had seen it a couple of times and you couldn't help but think it was just as attractive as the real thing. "Hey." "Hello." He smiled at you. This was so awkward! Yet you also wished you were in his lap right now. You noticed the shirt his holoform had on was a plaid button up with a white shirt underneath. He usually had a generals uniform on but you guessed this holoform was for civilian work. (Lee Brice- Rumor) came on next and you turned the volume down a bit. You decided to try something.

You leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek. "What was that for?" He looked perplexed. "Cause your always so sweet and for that compliment earlier." "Perhaps I should compliment you more often then." You blushed madly as he gave you a small grin. He most definitely just flirted with you. "Why don't you come over here so I can compliment other parts of you." You were as red as a tomato now. "Um o-ok." You climbed over the center console and into his lap. His hands landed on your hips. "How about we follow what this man is singing about? Let's give the others something to talk about." You squeaked at that making him chuckle. "Would you like that?" You nodded in response and his hand cups your cheek, bringing you closer. Your lips connect and you moan into him. Your hands go up to his hair to pull on the black and grey locks.

He deepens the kiss sliding his tongue into your mouth. He pulls your hips flush to his and places a hand on the small of your back. When you break away from him for air he takes the chance to attack your neck. When he finds your sweet spot you mewl and tug his hair harder. "Op-Optimus!"

"Mmm." That sound sends shivers down your spine. He licks your throat making you thrust your hips into him. He grunts at your movement. He grabs your rear with both hands and thrusts into your clothed core making you arch your back. He kisses you again as he ruts into you. Your nails scratching his back. You cry out at a particularly well placed thrust. His hands roam over your back and sides as he thrusts into you harder he lifts your shirt over your head suddenly and then starts to kiss your chest. Your coil tightens as his thrusts get rougher.

"Come on baby let go." He growls in your ear making your coil tighten even further. You're almost there. He let's out a possessive growl that makes your coil finally snap. Your thighs tighten on his hips and your body goes rigid as you release. You cry out his name and that tips him over the edge. He uses both hands to push your hips into him as much as possible. He grunts and growls in your ear as he releases. You relax in his arms and try to steady your breath. Your hand goes to his cheek making him look at you. You kiss him sweetly and feel him relax under you. Pulling away you press your forehead against his. "I suppose I should take you home so you can rest." You sigh then yawn confirming that you are tired. "Can we stay like this for a bit?" He chuckles. "Of course darling."

#transformers fanfiction #smut #fanfic #transformers x reader #tfp optimus #optimus x reader #optimus prime #transformers prime

[fallenneziah]

"Good Boy."

Ratchet x Optimus ficlet.

Cw: NSFW, Dom/Sub, begging, teasing, heat/rut. Ratchet being a tease.

Notes: Small oneshot, incomplete and just decided to post it anyway. Always open to fic ideas and if this should be a whole thing, let me know. Just an unedited raw draft of some robomen fuckin.

Words: 1.2k roughly.

Optimus breathed in the smell of the clean medbay. His frame quivered against the cool air, though it did nothing to aid the heat that boiled his insides. Cogs churned and cranked angrily the longer they sat there.

Optimus looked up, his optics trained on his mate who wandered the grounds of the medbay nonchalantly. He whined softly to grab his attention, but Ratchet continued on his way. He didn't respond to the first whine, followed by a second he poked his head up.

"Feeling antsy?"

"Ratchet- please…"

"Hmm?" Ratchet turned and leaned back against the counter. He smirked at the way Optimus was powering through every protocol in his system to keep from breaking from the restraints on his pedes. Kneeled on the floor beside the operating table felt silly and degrading. His insides coiled and fuel lines tightened when he saw the look Ratchet gave him.

"Are you being a good boy?"

"Ratchet…" Optimus bit his lip and whined sadly. His fins twitched and his servos tightened. His knees shook and coolant dripped from his frame.

"You're doing so well." Ratchet leaned off the table slowly and walked up to Optimus. Optimus breathed out heavily when Ratchet's cool touch blessed his chin and turned his gaze up with one of his digits.

His helm was centre to Ratchet's crotch plating, the heat of his own anticipation stinging Optimus' enstrils. He could already smell the slick that coated Ratchet's valve lining in. He shuddered and restrained himself from reaching out.

Ratchet hummed happily and nodded. "You are such a good boy. Yes Optimus, you are being so obedient."

Optimus shifted on his knees and whined loudly. "Oh?" Ratchet smirked and cupped Optimus' jaw. "I suppose you want a treat for such well tamed behavior?"

Optimus nodded, panting as the heat swelling in his mesh lining became unbearable.

Ratchet nodded and ran his hand down to his decency plating, pleased as Optimus' optics watched his movements like a hawk.

Ratchet removed the plating and his spike popped out from its port. Pre-overload dribbled down the tip and over the long grooves. The head twitched against Optimus' heavy breaths.

Optimus' mouth was watering at this point. He whimpered as Ratchet stroked his helm to reassure him. Guiding his spike to his lips, Ratchet coaxed Optimus over his spike until half the length disappeared down the Prime's throat.

Ratchet bit his lip and groaned. "Good boy." Optimus whimpered and pressed his glossa along the grooves of Ratchet's spike as it was guided through his mouth. His throat tube relaxed and expanded to easily take the spike down to near the base. Ratchet rocked his hips slowly as Optimus' head came down. A soft groan followed a whimper of happiness from Optimus as he sucked along Ratchet's spike. His tongue swirled and sucked. His lights tightened and his heat coiled angrily.

The overwhelming sensation to throw Ratchet into the wall and pound the valve not two feet from him was immense.

His digits clawed violently into his palms to gain control. His lips tightened against Ratchet's spike until he felt like he would lose it. Optimus pressed down against the base and stroked the underbelly of his spike with his tongue. Ratchet growled happily and pulled Optimus off his spike.

It twitched and ached for more but Ratchet remained apart. Optimus looked up at his medic feverishly and awaited any kind of command. His spike ached and his palms were drenched in coolant.

Ratchet sighed dramatically and walked to the medical berth to Optimus right. He sat down on the edge of the bed and split his legs. Optimus whimpered as Ratchet stroked his mesh lining and pulled back his valve covering.

Optimus' noises grew louder and less controlled as Ratchet slipped a finger into his valve and pulled it out covered in slick lubricants.

"You want this?" Ratchet asked and flashed Optimus a grin.

Optimus nodded furiously as rushed to stand.

"Sit!" Ratchet snarled.

Optimus stilled. His spike twitched wildly as Ratchet rubbed his valve edges and explored the folds with his slickened fingers. Ratchet moaned softly at his own movements and rested his head back gently.

Ratchet pulled his fingers from his valve and looked over Optimus' shaking frame, barely holding onto any Primely decency. His heat made Optimus' a wreck. Even the sight of Ratchet's aft had his wiring so jacked up he couldn't think straight.

But he remained still, optics uncomfortably flicking between Ratchet's gaze and his warm, gasping hole. His engines rumbled with anticipation at the sight and his emotions roared around in his EM field. But he remained ever still.

Ratchet smirked and flicked his fingers in an upward motion. "Alright big boy."

Optimus whimpered happily and stood to his feet. His armor dug into the medical restraints on his legs and snapped the leather. In two seconds flat he pushed Ratchet back onto the berth and hunched over him, keeping him pinned him down on either side with both hands. His spike had been exposed at some point and was greedily moving between Ratchet's folds.

Optimus breathed against the crook of Ratchet's neck and enveloped his scent. The smell of clean armor and cleaner. The ever present scent of Cybertronian primer.

"Ratchet~"

Ratchet hugged Optimus' neck and whispered sweet nothings in his audial. Praising and encouraging him. The heat in the room increased as Optimus opened armor plates to release steam in an attempt to cool his core. His fans roared in the background.

Optimus hunched forward and pressed his spike head against Ratchet's entrance. Ratchet gasped and whined. "Oh Primus- good boy~ so good Optimus."

Optimus shoved his spike inside Ratchet's valve and crumbled under the sweet, wet warmth that greeted him. Calipers brushed his grooves and walls tightened against him. Ratchet's insides writhed in pleasure for the Prime. "Ratchet~ feel so good…" He groaned in Ratchet's audial. Ratchet idly stroked his lover's helm fin until Optimus went from mid-length to base and pressed his hips against Ratchet's.

They groaned in unison and Optimus couldn't stop. He pulled back and snapped his hips until he was going at a good pace. Which quickly sped up until the loud sound of metal against metal filled the empty base.

Ratchet cried out happily as he was pounded into the berth. Optimus had lost it. Kissing and nipping Ratchet's neck as he milked him of stimulation.

Ratchet's helm hit the berth as Optimus pressed his hips into the metal until it bent.

"atta boy- nng!" Ratchet growled between forced breaths. Optimus pulled Ratchet close and drove his spike into him to the point less than three centimeters pulled out before pushing in.

The next week of Optimus' heat was a good one...

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[cyberrose2001]

TFP Optimus x fem!Reader

Requested by @musicalmedli, who wanted a continuation/re-write of this fic -> read here

sorry it took so long! (literally months oop, writers block is an ass)

I wrote the smut first and asked questions later, so apologies if the flow is off a bit.

also is this an excuse to write reader and OP 69ing? yes maybe shut up

Warnings: OP seducing reader, mostly dom!OP, fem human reader, 69 position.

Word count: 1976

18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT READ

Some time had passed since your embarrassing encounter with Optimus, and things around the base had been quite unusual, to say the least. Not only has Optimus been practically attached to your hip, but he’s also started behaving very strangely around you.

He smells nice, like he had somehow nabbed a fresh bottle of cologne. His frame looks cleaner and more buffed out than usual. One would say that the red and blue mech had taken more interest in the upkeeping of personal hygiene, which isn’t hard to believe. But what is hard to believe is the increasing amount of subtle winks he gives you when no one else is around.

You aren’t sure what’s got into him or why he constantly asks how your day was with a renewed suave. Maybe it might be better to confront him, but that thought seems to have manifested in reality as your phone pings a message from Optimus.

“Please meet me in my quarters.”, it reads.

Well, aren’t you the psychic?

-

This was probably expected coming from the recent behaviour of the Prime, but the shock never leaves your face as you close the door behind you and step into his candle-lit quarters.

Optimus is mass-displaced, slumping in a chair facing you, pedes half crossed on his knees, giving you a slight glimpse of his inner thighs. A forearm rests on the armchair, digits tapping rhythmically as if to send you into a trance. His other servo drapes lightly on his thigh, brushing against the inner protomass. You gulp, raking your eyes over every inch of his frame until you meet half-lidded optics. Soft but unquestionably oozing arousal.

You try to say something, anything, but your mouth runs dry from the pure, unfiltered sex radiating from him. Optimus notices and his thin-lined dermas curl up devilishly.

“Good evening,” Optimus hums, “Apologies for messaging you abruptly, but I’d like to talk with you if that is all right.”

From his body language alone, you’re sure that he didn’t call you here just to ‘talk’. But you digress; it could be something important. So, you nod, stepping into the dimly lit room.

“Uh, yeah. It’s ok. I wasn’t busy anyway,” You walk up to him with the hesitance of a newborn doe, “Is there anything I can help you with?”

“I suppose there is,” Optimus leans forward once you’re standing directly in front of him, his elbow on his knee, and holy fuck is he hot, “Can I just say how utterly bewitching you are?”

A pause, “M-Me? Surely not. I think you’ve got the wrong gal.”

“Was it not you that I attempted to court to forestall your leave?” Optimus tilts his helm, digits drumming on his knee, “It worked, did it not?”

You need to be very careful with your following words because the look Optimus is giving you right now screams, ‘If you say yes, I’m gonna fuck the brains out of you and give you the best orgasm of your entire life’. Which doesn’t sound too bad right now; your loins are on fire, and it’s becoming increasingly harder to think straight.

“I know you harbour feelings for me,” Optimus pushes his servos into the armrest and stands up. He then crouches down to be at eye level with you because even when mass-displaced, he still towers above you by a solid foot, “Say the word, and I will satisfy you enough to last you a lifetime.”

Your legs are about to give out, but that’s ok because you’ve taken the liberty to wrap your arms around his neck. Faces so close now that you’re breathing in his ex-vents, “Is that a challenge?”

Optimus’ optics dim, giving you the most sultry grin that rivals the sun. He wraps his arms behind you and picks you up, and you instantly wrap your legs around his waist, “Is that… your permission to proceed?”

You’re in too deep now. Slowly, you nod and cup his faceplate in your warm hands, inching closer and closer, “Yes.”

You close the distance to his dermas, and he fucking growls. His grip on your ass is firm as he returns the kiss with the intensity of a firestorm, glossa pressing against your tongue in an act of dominance.

After gaining your full permission and miraculously without breaking the heated kiss, Optimus throws you onto the blanket-covered berth behind you, thanking Primus that he had organised the soft landing before your arrival. And also a bit suspicious that he had fully expected to seduce you to get into your pants or lack thereof; because Optimus had clawed at them before you even had the chance to break the kiss and catch your winded breath.

You’re entirely at his mercy, with nowhere to run as he cages your upper body with his gorgeously robust forearms. His optics glow in a tantalising turquoise as he rakes them down your body, hungry and lustful.

While he soaks in the sight of you below him, it gives you time to appreciate how damn handsome he truly is. The soft orange glow of the candles highlights every crevasse, every perfect imperfection that he somehow missed buffing himself out for you. He’s gorgeous, and the faint smile he gives you tells you that he damn well knows it.

Optimus flirtatiously laughs before leaning his helm down to press a tender kiss to your neck, ex-vents like a gentle breeze on your skin, “You have no idea how long I have yearned for this.”

Feeling his glossa pressing against your neck, you softly moan, lulling your head to the side for more access. You can feel him suckle slightly, and your breath hitches, eyes fluttering shut. He’s marking you, and you have no choice but to submit yourself to him.

Well, maybe you have some choice. You remember Optimus trying to flirt with you via a very raunchy pickup line, not having any idea what it even meant. This might be your opportunity to give him a hands-on experience; you just have to tug the breaks slightly on this dominant Optimus train.

“-hggff- Optimus,” You gasp out and reach up to gently push his chest away; removing him from your neck was like Velcro, “Wanna try out that… position I told you about?”

Optimus hitches his breath. Ever since you whispered those lewd words into his audial receptors, the thought of you lying atop him as he indulges in your heat for the first time while you do the same for him makes his spark flutter, “I will not lie. It’s been on my mind for quite some time… I suppose we could attempt it.”

The whole reason it’s been on his mind in the first place was that you were the one who planted that thought in his processor, and now you just realised exactly why Optimus had been acting like a love-struck puppy around you. He fucking researched it, and it got him majorly flustered.

Optimus digs his servos beneath your back to cradle you and flips himself over, with you now draped across him. You sit up and make work of stripping the remainder of the clothes Optimus hadn’t shredded, and when you rip your bra off, his servos instantly press against your chest.

“Mmmm, these are delightful,” Optimus purrs, digits kneading into your plump flesh, “So very soft…”

You bite back a moan before pulling his servo away from you, “I know, but let’s not get distracted, hm? You can play with them after.” You then maneuver yourself so you face first with his interfacing array, which you notice is already bowed out; your breasts squishing against his abdominal plating.

“I see you’re already excited; wanna show me?” You purr as you palm him, drawing delightful shivers from him. You kiss his groin, and he nearly bucks up into you in excitement.

Optimus doesn’t hesitate to expose him to you, groaning as his thick spike unsheathes itself from its housing. And you’re fucking drooling. It’s gorgeous, has a slight lean and is absolutely rock hard, staring right at you.

You’re not the only one drooling. Optimus’ optics are laser-focused on your dripping pussy; it entices him to dive right in. He moves his servos to grip your ass cheeks, massaging them gently.

“Primus, what a sight to behold.” He breathes out, and the warm air tickles your heat. He leans in, flattening his glossa to lick a thick line from your clit to your hole.

“F-Fuck…” You gasp out, leaning your hips into his intake more. The way Optimus is lapping at your folds is very distracting, and you almost forget that you’re supposed to be returning the favour.

You grab his spike, running your fingers up and down in tandem with his glossa. It’s softer than you thought, similar to the malleable protomass beneath his metal exterior, and you can’t wait to get your mouth around it. You stick your tongue out and lick from the base to the very tip, and you can feel Optimus groaning into your heat as you do.

Feeling confident, you wrap your lips around his tip and apply gentle suction. You swirl your tongue, lapping up the pre-cum already spilling down, and you moan at the taste. If you’re not careful, you might get addicted to it.

You can’t say the same for Optimus, who drinks you with a fervour akin to someone lost in the desert and has discovered water for the first time in weeks. He wraps his arms around your waist, forcing you almost entirely to sit on his face. His glossa delves into your hole, and you cry out around his spike.

You’re almost thrown off him when you do, the vibrations from your throat sending an electrical shock through his hips as he bucks into your mouth. He’s deepthroating you now, and you must be a snake of some kind because this shouldn’t be possible unless you’ve unhinged your jaw.

“I’m sorry,” He takes a breath, pressing kisses to your sensitive bud, “I can’t -aggh- help myself. Your intake is so tight.”

“Keep going, Optimus,” You pop your mouth off him, using one hand to stabilise yourself on him and the other to pump him feverishly, “I’m so close, f-fuck.”

As soon as those fluttery words leave your mouth, you’re straight back to sucking his spike with all the strength you have left. Optimus has also continued his assault on your clit. He swirls his glossa and wraps his dermas around it, and you’re fucking done. You cum on his glossa so hard it’s like an explosion on your nervous system, rocking your hips against him involuntarily.

Optimus pushes your hips further onto his intake and tightly grips your waist as his own overload overtakes his senses, the rush of cum flowing onto his glossa combined with your relentless sucking being just enough to send him over the edge.

He overloads right into your throat, and you’re determined to swallow every last drop. You push his spike past your gag reflex, tears filling your eyes as the rush of stickiness overflows into your cheeks and past your lips, dripping down his spike as it spasms against your tongue.

Once you feel he’s completely finished, you pull your mouth off and gulp. There’s so much you couldn’t, but you mentally pat yourself on the back for swallowing what you could.

Optimus releases his hold on your waist, allowing you to manoeuvre yourself so you’re facing him again. And holy fuck, seeing his face drenched in your fluids is almost enough to make you cum again.

He gives you a dopey smile and wraps his arms around your waist, “That undoubtedly exceeded my expectations. Should I try to seduce you again someday?”

“I don’t think you need to,” You breathlessly chuckle, “You’ve already got me hooked.”

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