Hey hope you having a lovely day :D
Could I may have request with optimus x reader (your choice if you wanna do nsfw or sfw im perfect fine with any ^^)
Ý đĽ. idw optimus prime x human fem reader 18+
-> warnings/tags: minors dni. themes of jealousy, oral, rough-ish sex, some dirty talk. 4k words.
hello angel!! pls take some optimus crumbs, i couldnât get this scenario out of my head đ¤˛
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The great and mighty Optimus Prime stands tall and proud in the centre of a crystalline council chamber, the high and vaulted walls somewhat spirited with slow-moving constellations that depict different worlds within this far reach of the galaxy.
Leaders of allied planets stand before him on hovering platforms, all wearing iridescent floor-length robes.
Your lover stands before on a dais them completely unarmed, entirely intentional. Nothing but the armour on his frame, with bright optics that carry the weight of centuries of war. This is why he's requested this audience, to petition for assistance with the ongoing war.
You stand just beside the dais, your eyes wandering over the constellations moving along the walls to keep yourself entertained. These kinds of meetings are always so boring, and Optimus truly doesn't need your presence to conduct them.
"The Autobots are not here to seek dominion," Optimus says, his tone measured and sincere. "We are asking for alignment. To be allies during this Great War, for if one world falls, who knows which one will be next? War moves towards us, whether we like it or not. I believe we should combine our efforts and coordinate, rather than face the battles alone and undivided."
Ever the sweet talker, this mech is. He speaks of virtue as though it's a concept he created himself. He's inspired millions with his speeches, and after hearing a few for yourself, you're beginning to see why.
Ripples of murmured speech bounce between the delegates of the other worlds. They speak in their universal tongue, and you're left to stare at the ceiling to pretend you're at least finding this whole thing the least bit interesting.
One of the High Priestesses, who has deer-like, slender features, tilts her head slightly to speak first. "Convoth will lend you our aerial battalions, should you personally oversee their command."
She smiles at him, her long eyelashes perfectly framing her galaxy-struck eyes. You take a look at her, seeing that adoration brimming in her eyes. All of it is directed solely towards Optimus. You raise your eyebrows for a beat as you notice her stare linger for what feels like a moment too long.
"Agreed," another member adds. This time, they're mechanical. "Velocitron admires strength above all else. We consider it to be an individual's most attractive quality. And you, Optimus Prime have strength in droves. If you are to be the commander, we will allow you access to our armies."
You blink rapidly at that, snapping your head toward the mech's direction. That was just outright flirting.
Optimus, whether he noticed it and is ignoring it, or is simply oblivious, continues.
"You have mistaken my plea," he speaks, "The Autobots will not command your forces. We will fight alongside them, as one."
"Your reputation precedes you, Prime," the deer-like organic speaks softly, a sly smirk planted on her thin lips. "Your honour is refreshing, and I do hope that our newly agreed alignment will continue long after the Great War has been won."
You roll your eyes. Watching this is starting to irk you. This is unbelievable. They're at an intergalactic war summit, and they're flirting? Most of the time, you would just bite your tongue and move on with it. But right now, you can't seem to stop yourself.
"Perhaps you should make the effort to pay close attention to what Optimus Prime is saying," you voice.
Optimus looks down at you with mild shock. The others along the council also flit their eyes and optics to you, hardly having noticed you from how small you are in comparison.
"You are a human liaison?" Another speaks after a brief moment, this time a pale purple organic with hollowed, onyx eyes.
"Yes," you reply straight.
"Hm," the first organic voices, "The Autobots certainly do pick their allies. Small, yet fiery."
"Their counsel has saved lives," Optimus comes to your defence, "Mine included."
Flashes of surprise decorate a few members of the council, learning in real time that they should not judge a book by its cover.
"So, let me make it clear that Optimus does not fight wars for praise or admiration," you say, your voice steady and clear, "He fights them so that entire civilizations don't burn. So, before you commit your fleets to the cause based on how 'attractive' and 'refreshing' he is, please consider the very real consequences that your planets face from Megatron's tyranny. If you're here to flirt, you are missing the point."
Optimus can't believe what he's hearing. You're standing your ground, speaking on his behalf with earnest conviction.
And to Optimus, there's nothing more attractive than when you take the lead.
You're sitting up against the headboard, fiddling with some of the bobbled tags of lint on your tights as you wear an unintentional pout on your lips.
Optimus sits on the end of the bed, stretching his leg struts out to work out any kinks in his hinges. It's been a long day of liaising, a lot of entertaining that Optimus simply isn't wired for.
He peers over at you, noting your glum demeanour as you play with some fraying fabric. You've been quiet since you returned from the meeting, but sometimes you can be like that after negotiations. Your social battery drains, and you need some time to recoup.
But this isn't the same, and Optimus can tell.
"What's the matter, Little Locket?" He asks, dropping your nickname that rolls so easily off his glossa.
"No?" He tips his helm, "Then why are you pouting?"
"I'm not," you counter shortly.
"Tell me, what's happened?" He asks. Only he could be so intelligent yet so oblivious at the same time.
You sigh with a small shake of your head, averting his optics, "No, nothing. I just didn't realise that talks of war strategies came with complimentary stares, flirtatous praises and attempts to recruit you into a political marriage."
Optimus cocks his helm, looking at you with a slice of confusion. You don't say anything else to help clear up anything, which leaves him pondering on it for a few moments.
"Oh, are you jealous?" Optimus asks with a smirk behind his mask.
He grabs your ankle, pulling you further down the bed so that he can crawl and hover above you.
Your tongue clicks against the roof of your mouth as you roll your eyes, pushing back up the bed a couple of inches to free yourself from him.
"My sweetspark," your lover coos as he brings his servo up to stroke against the side of your face. "My loyalty is not negotiable. If it's of any reassurance, their attempts to woo me completely failed."
"I just wanna go to sleep, Optimus," you say, not gracing his question with an answer. Optimus doesn't let that slide, instead grabbing onto your shoulder to pin you down.
"To sleep?" Optimus parrots, "You wouldn't rather I show you how much I'm yours? Show you exactly why you have no reason to feel so jealous?"
You roll your head against the bedding, looking up at him abashedly, still stiff in your responses.
"I think you would, isn't that so?" Optimus says as he retracts his mask, revealing his perfectly carved face. He dips down, aiming for your neck, before he brushes a soft kiss over the column between your ear and collarbone. "I could make sweet, hot love to you all night. We could keep going until you've completely forgotten about what upset you in the first place."
You whimper at the promise, your body betraying you by bucking your hips gently. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, aiming to keep him locked onto you.
"It's my duty as your partner to reassure you," he says against your skin, "To lick you and make you orgasm until you have no doubts about much I love you."
"I know you love me," you mutter back, "That isn't my problem."
"Then what's wrong, my love? What is it that bothers you?" He asks between kisses.
"I don't⌠I don't like it when they flirt with you, it's not you that I don't trust. It's them," you voice your feelings.
"And you think that any of them could ever hope to compare to you?" Optimus replies as he grabs your top, tugging on it to free it from the elasticated waistband of your skirt. "You think any of them could turn my helm?"
You make a meagre noise at the back of your throat, the pit of jealousy still planted firmly in your stomach.
"They couldn't," he answers his own question, "You're so perfect for me, you're everything I could ever ask for and more. My optics are for you only. My spark is yours."
You lean more into his gentle kisses, humming softly before letting him pull your top up some more. You make a move to sit up, which Optimus recognises. He sits back on his haunches, letting you follow him up before slipping your top over your head. The Prime flings it off to the side, his optics honing down on your tits, so perfectly supported by your bra. He has a bit of a lingerie kink, but tonight, he wants you completely bare.
"Your beauty is beyond any words I could come up with," Optimus compliments before hooking his servos behind your back to fiddle with the band of your bra. You feel your cheeks heat up at his loving words, noting how they're making you feel marginally better.
He undoes the clasp with deft digits, the skill coming to him like a second nature at this point. He pulls it from you before he throws it to follow the same path as your top.
He moves onto your skirt and tights next, making sure to bunch the waistbands of both before tugging them down your legs. You collect your legs to help get the clothing off, before he drops them off the edge of the bed.
You make the next move, slipping your thumbs through the sides of your underwear before pushing them down. Optimus takes over, grabbing them by the seat before he yanks them from you.
At long last, he has you exactly how he wants you.
"Now, if you would be so kind," he starts as he places his servos on your knees to push your legs apart, "Please allow me to enjoy my meal."
He lowers himself, bringing himself into the perfect proximity to release his glossa from his intake so that he can start licking. He buries his face in between your thighs, humming delightedly as he focuses on your clit.
You breathe a hot moan into the air, your hands gliding down to grab onto his audial fins. He moans, he actually moans at the feeling. He works his tongue back and forth, up and down and through your cunt. He circles your clit at a pace that only a robot could, so consistent and strong.
Optimus enjoys the sounds of your little squeaks, fighting to keep quiet so that you can be respectful to any Autobots who might be roaming the halls.
That fight is soon lost when Optimus unwinds one servo from your thigh, bringing his digits forth so that he can stuff two right in your swollen, dripping cunt.
He pumps his digits, making sure to curl them on the pull-out so that he can drag against your needy walls. The blessing of his digits and glossa embeds itself deep within your muscle and bone, making sure that every atom of you understands the message he's trying to convey.
It drives you mad when he feasts between your legs, it takes no time at all for him to make you start seeing stars. Optimus holds you tight around the meat of your thighs, making sure you can move an inch so that he can pleasure you without any writhing. You deserve to be pinned down and pleasured, deserve to be restricted whilst he performs the most electrifying acts on you.
You tug on his audial fins, forcing his face further into you. He changes his tactic, moving from licking to suckling on your clit. You gasp, the pressure making you feel dizzy. You want to grind against his face, you want to ride those gorgeous features, but he has you wrapped up too tight. You tug on his audial fins, forcing his face further into you. He changes his tactic in response, moving from licking to suckling on your clit. You gasp, the pressure already making you feel lightheaded. You want nothing more than to grind against his face, to ride those gorgeous features, but he has you wrapped up too tight.
Both his digits and mouth work you expertly, demonstrating such ease that you believe he must've been coded to please you. He's greedy in the way he devours you, demanding every ounce of your sweetness.
He savours your flavour, letting it seep into the panels on his glossa. It's all too much for him, causing his automatic cooling fans to activate. You hear the gentle whizzing, and that strokes your ego in a way that very few other things can. Optimus is not one to fake his enjoyment for the sake of indulging you, so when you hear him whirring and humming just from eating you out, you know it's sincere.
Your brows bunch in a frown as he returns to flicking his glossa over your clit, his digits flexing inside of you to press against that point that has you screaming his name like no tomorrow. You're flustered and panting, readjusting your grip on his fins so that you can still maintain as much control as possible.
The Prime is grinding against the bedding, smearing his leaking transfluid over your freshly washed sheets. He isn't doing it intentionally, the eros being sent across his circuits is making him behave like this on impulse.
He's completely enamoured as he peers up your body, seeing your trembling and breathless form with your nipples pebbled. Whether that's from the arousal or the slightly colder setting of the room is unknown, but for the sake of tonight, Optimus is going to opt for the former.
You can see he's looking at you, his dazzling optics commanding you to maintain eye contact with him. He can have his way with you, divert you down any path, without actively telling you to do so. His optics speak volumes, and you are always more than happy to comply.
A resonance starts to fill your ribs as a climbing satisfaction starts to take hold of your body. Your breaths get shorter and faster paced, losing yourself in the enchantment of his blue optics. Your nerves light as your body answers its desires, allowing you to reach your peak with a shrill cry. Your limbs quake, your head falling back against the pillow as you ride the high out over his faceplate.
The movement of his tongue slows, sensing the tangy taste of your overload on his glossa. He burrs with content, giving one last long, languid lick up your slit.
Your body shivers as he pulls back from you, a string of his oral lubricant still attaching his derma to your cunt. He pokes his glossa out of his mouth to lick away the mess left there before he sits up.
Deciding you want to take the lead, you lean up before pressing your palms against the windows on his chassis. You push against him, nowhere near strong enough to force him, but he gets the hint.
He goes down without protest, deploying his spike as he does so. He watches you with lust burning in his optics as you try your best to pin him to the bed. He'll go along with it for now, if that's what'll make you happy.
You crawl up the length of his frame, mounting him as though you're ready to tame him. He looks between you and his spike, watching how you hover your warm cunt just over his tip.
"Come on, Locket, sit for me," he encourages as he settles his servos on your hips. "Claim me all over again."
That's an offer you're not able to turn down.
You sit, just as he requested, letting his spike push past any resistance your walls may give so that he can be welcomed back in the place he loves so much. When he looks at you, he sees ambrosia moving through mortal veins, an offering gifted to him to earn his favour. And when your cunt squeezes him like it is right now, he has no choice but to engulf your offering.
You let out a breathy moan as you feel him stretch you, and Optimus can't help but watch how your face contorts with bliss. You're the best thing that's ever happened to him, he has no doubt about it.
"Optimus," you moan, rolling your hips in a way that has his hot tip stroking against the spongy pleasure spot on your walls.
"Just like that, keep riding me just like that," Optimus praises as he circles his thumbs over your hips, his optics locked onto how your cunt swallows him. "I've never had anyone ride like you do, I've never known pleasure like what you give me."
Your head drops back as your mouth opens to let out a breathless moan.
There's just something so unique about your cunt, something that has his fuel lines overheating and his processor frying. The mighty Prime, reduced to nothing but a sex slave when it comes to your sweet heat.
"So big!" You wail, feeling your juices platter and soak the inside of your thighs. His spike is so big that it often leaves you aching after a hard session. You walk around the next day with the constant phantom feeling of his spike stuffed inside of you.
"And all yours," Optimus says as he gets lost in the feeling of you, every sense he has now entirely focused on your tight cunt squeezing him.
"Yes, mine! Mine, all for me," you babble, leaning your body forward to place your hands against the grates down the middle of his chassis. You slip your fingers into the space between two grates, gripping on to help give you leverage. "No one else can have you, you're mine."
Optimus moans at the feeling of your fingers in his grates, your human touch so soft that it has pleasant sparks shooting through his system.
"How could I ever even think to want anyone else, hm? Look at what you do to me," he comments, his hips jutting on repeat like it's set deep within his coding.
He loves the sight of your pearly dew collecting as a ring around the base of his spike, it's evidence of how much he turns you on. His skills in the berthroom are not too far behind those of a God's, making sure to give you multiple toe-curling orgasms every time.
"Fuck me harder, Optimus!" You plead.
The Prime grunts, gripping your hips harder so that he can flip the positions. His heavy spike slips out of your hole as he plants your back onto the bed. You bounce slightly from the buoyancy of the mattress, making Optimus' optics lock onto your tits.
Without waiting another moment, he starts to piston his hips at a maddening pace. You scream out, your hands shooting up to grip onto his shoulders.
"Like this?" Optimus asks as he brutalises your cunt.
"Just like that!" You cry back, letting him take exactly what he wants from you. Seeing him lose his composure, rutting into you like a sex driven beast, makes you unbelievably horny.
Without a shadow of a doubt, he is the biggest and thickest thing you've ever taken. He has a spike fitting for a Prime, and it's conditioned you to be somewhat of a glutton for size.
You spread your legs wider in the air, giving him easy access to your cunt. His frame starts to become fully inhabited with a monstrous, deep urge to fuck you until you can't walk. Until all you can do is dumbly babble his name over and over.
He stops his thrusting for a short moment to allow him to grab both of your legs by the calves. He pushes them forward, bringing your ankles up by your ears before he starts up again.
"Oh my God!" You wail, the new position making the impact of his spike tenfold. This is a new one for the two of you, and you're already falling in love with it.
"So tight, your little valve is doing such a good job of taking me," he praises. The ever humble Optimus Prime, but even he recognises that he's fitted with an assault weapon for a spike.
He presses your legs further, causing your hips to change angle. Your eyes roll back as you make strained, high-pitched sounds, feeling his spike bully your cervix. You run your fingers through your bed covers, gripping onto them for dear life as he takes you for a ride of a lifetime.
Choking and gagging on your moans, Optimus feels electricity snipping down his spinal struts at the sound, and the sight of your flustered face. He fucks you like it's all you're good for, nothing but a vessel for his needs.
And you love it. When he's rough with you, dishes out treatment that borders on being unbearable, it's heavenly. Yes, you're all his, just as he's yours, and you're willing to be covered in bruises to prove it.
You can feel him striking against your G-spot over and over, your legs shaking as you pull so hard on the covers that you hear a couple of the fibres rip.
"Even when being fucked within an inch of your consciousness, your beauty is beyond compare," Optimus chirps down at you, "I could never fathom the idea of giving it up."
"Getting to see you every day," he continues, "Waking up with you at my side, getting to be showered in your kisses, being able to ruin this divine pussy any time I like."
He's too aroused to only give loving compliments, unable to take his processor off the track of the lust boiling in the air right now. The bright and undeniable pleasure blooms within Optimus' frame, warmth encompassing every chipset in his inner workings.
"Too much! S'too much!" You babble.
"Is it?" Optimus challenges with an air of disbelief, "Use your safe word, and I'll stop."
To that, you shake your head. "N-No, don't stop!"
"No, I didn't think so. You love it too much, don't you?" He whirs with a playful smirk. Not that you can see it, considering how blurry your vision is getting from an overload of pleasure coursing through you.
"I do! I love it," you reply, your body being fucked so hard that the back of your hair is knotting against the pillows, the slats that support the frame underneath straining to a point of splintering.
"That's my pretty Little Locket," he hushes softly.
Wet would be an insufficient word to describe the sound of him fucking you. It's soaking, splattering and squelching as your walls suction on him, trying to keep him lodged inside.
Your mind bends as your body snaps, a weak cry bubbling from you as he earns your squirting, forceful orgasm that sprays over the grills on his lower chassis. It bounces off, some of it landing on you, though most of it is lost within his grates. Your body feels as though it's unfolding, joint by joint, as your consciousness is subdued by the roaring heat that blazes through you.
"Primus, I'm so in love with you," Optimus says, but he's unable to bat down his rampant libido, "You're so incredibly hot. I think you deserve a thick, heavy load as a reward."
Optimus heeds, slamming his hips a few more times before he presses up against the back of your thighs, ensuring his spike is as deep as it can go.
He lets out a beautiful moan as his release takes him, his pink transfluid shooting from his tip to fill you up.
