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[riskyraiker]

Sex pollen

TFP!Optimus Prime x Reader

Everything has been going fine with team Prime since no decepticons were causing chaos and MECH has been quiet as well. The day was supposed to go well, if a pod of some kind wouldn't have landed on earth. Ratchet detected it first on the computer, notifying Optimus about it. Bee was with Raf, Arcee with Jack and Bulkhead with Miko so Y/N was the only one left to tag along. 

“What is the origin of the pod?” You ask Optimus with a raised brow walking through the groundbridge, seeing forestry afterwards. “The origin wasn't listed on the signal, and we don't have any visual of it yet.” Optimus replies and looks for the signal. Walking around, being wary of any decepticons, you spot something. A pod like the signal said. “Optimus, i've found the pod. It isn't opened yet but it has no insignia on it. Should I open it?” You commlink and receive a negative answer from Optimus. “Wait for me, Y/N. It's never clear what's in there.” You wait for Optimus, following his instructions until you hear a click. It was the pod, it's making noise, is it…opening? And POOF some form of gas hits your faceplate and you inhale some of it in shock. “Y/n what happened?” Optimus arrived at the scene, checking on you. “The pod” cough “opened and exploded some gas all over me and right on my faceplate, inhaled some of it.” You cough and hold onto Optimus so you won't fall. Once your state has stabilized, Optimus grabs the pod and contacts Ratchet for a groundbridge. 

“Old friend, would you check on Y/n they inhaled whatever came out of the pod.” Optimus asks, leaving with the pod, taking it away from the others. Sigh “Well come on Y/n. Let's check your stats.” You were about to walk over to the berth in the medbay until everything felt off, it was unbearably hot and your fans went on, working on 60%. “Ratch..I don't feel so great. Like I'm overheating and so much more” Ratchet knew immediately something was off when you froze and your fans were humming quite loudly. He's already by your side, helping you to the berth. He scans you, noticing something was off in your tanks. He checks everything possible until he finds the source of your overheating. “Not good.” Ratchet mumbles and turns around. “Y/n you need to be quarantined for a bit. Go to your berthroom for now, and don't let anyone in! You inhaled some hortuan gas, it makes your processor overwork your frame and crave…interfacing.” Ratched explains more about it for example the so-called “heat” will end if you empty your tanks with interfacing, antide or on its own, which is a month. The medical facts leave you shocked. He shooed you away and got to work on how to solve it. Goddamnit! You were unlucky at least for now.

Retreating to your berthroom, you lay down and try to relax, hoping your cooling system won't overwork itself. After a while you find out it's useless to even try to relax, your processor is now running through every possible situation where you're interfacing with somebody. God, it would be nice. Lubricant was leaking now between your legs, your plates were not able to keep it hidden. If this was the effects of a few earth hours how would the rest of the day be or possibly the whole week? Others were informed of your state and how you wouldn't be able to leave your berthroom for a few days or longer until Ratchet figured out how to stop the side effects. The bots brought you energon time to time and talked with you, except Optimus. He was busy doing research and anything else on his datapad. He was worried about you, of course, he was since he's the team leader, but this was something else. He wanted to help you, to do something but he isn't a doctor of any kind. 

The first day wasn't that bad but after a few days? You're like a zombie with only one thought, craving brains except you were craving sex. A lot of it. And the only bot who you thought about was Optimus. His beautiful hips that you could hold tightly when thrusting into him or his neck cabling that you would bite into. You had enough, you won't wait for any form of antidote or the heat to pass. Walking out of the room searching for a specific door, groaning and rubbing your thighs together while walking. Knocking on the one specific door you hear pedsteps and once the door opens, you check. It's Optimus with a quite surprised look. “Y/n shouldn't you be in quarantine?” He asks while you breathe heavily, staring at the Prime. It wasn't long until you launched yourself straight against Optimus, pushing him down, while the door closed automatically. “Let me have you, please?” You beg still breathing heavily and already grinding against the bot below you. “I've been thinking of nothing else except you. You, you, and you full of..me. Let me have you.” it wasn't a question anymore, more like a demand. If the Prime was against this he could overpower you most likely. Your lips crash against his and your glossa slides right through. Your servos grab onto the sides of Optimus’ faceplate, pulling him closer. You get more aggressive with your movements, grinding harder against Optimus and tugging his helm closer if that's even possible. The making out continues while you lift him up somehow and carry him over to the berth. “Open up, open up, open the plates, please!” You growl against Optimus’ lips and you can hear how his interface plating opens, how lubricant leaks all over the berth. “Oh love, can I taste you?” You ask patiently even though you can barely hold back yourself and your actions. Optimus gasps and takes a moment to answer “You may. Please do.” Even if Optimus is losing his composure he still is polite as always. 

You dive in between the Prime’s legs and start devouring the wet valve, not having enough so you suck on his external node. The stimulation makes Optimus clench his thighs and wrap them around your head, making him groan. Sticking your tongue into the wet warmth, you can't help but moan at the taste. The lubricant gushing and squirting everywhere, as you eat the Prime out, gives the air a sour odor. You felt like you were…high? It's the gas or the fact that the Prime was holding your helm between his peds. “Ugh! Ray, please do not stop, I'm about to- nghh!” Optimus groaned and like on command your intake is filled with cum. You eat the mech out a little more since you don't want to waste any single drop. That taste is so heavenly and you need more of it. The click of your own interface plating opening makes Optimus glance at you only to be bit gently on his neck cables. The stimulation on his cables distracted him so much that he didn’t realize you were pushing in, the sudden stretch in his valve made him moan and throw his head back while you leaned your helm against Optimus’ shoulder bottoming out. The moment your spike has completely vanished into the Prime’s warmth, he shrieks. Your spike touched Optimus’ ceiling node perfectly, while you were loving the sounds Optimus made he was embarrassed and covered half of his face with his battle mask. “No. Take it off. Now.” You growl and start thrusting hard right into the mech's ceiling node. You can hear the sound of the mask deactivating and you grin that lust-filled smile until you kiss the prime again. The clanging of metal continues as you two make out, both close again to overloading. The moment you reach your climax, a few seconds after Optimus, you pull out, flip the Prime over, and push back in. You growl of pleasure (Fucking animal…) and pull the smokestacks located on the Prime’s back, which surprises Optimus who gasps at the sudden force. Now his back is pressed against your chest you nibble at the sensitive cabling, you remained the same since you walked through the door, while Optimus’ act has completely fallen. His calm and strong mentality was broken to nothing except moaning and whining since his legs shaking with too much tension and hips meeting your thrusts. It takes a while until your thrusts and stimulation make both of you overload, but this time Optimus is starting to get overstimulated while you continue. “R-Ray..Agh! Too much.” Optimus whines as you tug harder at his smokestacks. “I assume Ratchet tol- ngh! He told you about my condition and how it stops. Well, I’m no- ahh. I’m not stopping until my tanks are empty and spilled into you, sweetspark.” You whisper into his audio receptor and bite the little piece of it. Optimus knew that you wouldn’t stop, driven by the bio-gas in your system so he tried his best to endure the overstimulation, but after his fourth orgasm, he couldn’t bear it anymore. You hear the whines and pleas of stopping, but you’re so close to emptying your tanks. “One more, sweetspark. One more.” And you go on with deep yet painfully slow. As your climax arrives the seventh time, Optimus overloads one last time which is his fifth. While Optimus has tears bubbling in his optics and letting dry away, you’re gasping for air. Your tanks are empty so the effect of the gas goes away, and the moment you become conscious, you tense up. Seeing the prime in such shape and you were the one who caused it made you feel awful until the Prime understood the state you were in he talked you back to reality. “You do know I could’ve stopped you if I didn’t want it.” The words almost went through your other audio receptor until your lips met Optimus’. He kissed you to bring you back of your head. 

The two of you clean up and head out of the berthroom to inform Ratchet of your well-being. You both also know if you tell Ratchet he will know what you did. While walking over to the main area Ratchet does recognize Optimus’ walk pattern so he starts to talk. “Optimus I’m almost done with the antidote for Ray.” You cringe in embarrassment and cover your face while Optimus surprisingly chuckles. “About that old friend. We’ve come to inform you of Ray’s well-being.” Ratchet heard Optimus just fine, but does his research a few seconds before turning around, spotting Optimus and… you. “Ray. Don’t tell me you did what I think you did.” Ratchet whispers. You snicker and blurb it out “I couldn’t handle it, marched over to Optimus’ room, and finished what I started!” Ratchet just groans since he is close to finishing his project on the antidote. “No wonder Bumblebee mentioned metal clanging in the hallway.” The medic mumbled just loud enough for you both to hear. While you laughed at the new statement Optimus was the one embarrassed this time. “I hope it was just the clanging he heard.” You whisper and snicker once again.

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[weirdlookingreptile]

I don't know, I think I'm funny

[lemongargler9000]

💦Winner of the 2024 Bottom Bot Brawl: TFP Optimus Prime💦

Alternate version under the cut:

[primergon]

flustered , optimus/reader

Summary : You knew how Optimus wanted to tell the team properly, but in between Decepticon attacks and the usual team trouble, the two of you just haven't found the right time to do it. It wouldn't be ideal if they knew by walking in on you smothering their leader.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning : Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category : F/M or General

Fandoms: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers: Prime

Relationship: Optimus Prime/You

YOUR smile widened when the roar of his fans grew louder, whirring in the background as you nip at his bottom lip.

You have to admit kissing a forty feet Autobot was easier to do in your head and perhaps you should have let him finish his work in peace.

He did promise that he'll make use of the mass displacement to spend time with you this evening - even if Ratchet has prohibited the team from using such Energon consuming abilities for recreational purposes. But Optimus finds it very difficult to say no to you, especially when you go around showing him just how impatient you can be.

So here you are now, kneeling on his chassis - both hands across his helm lips desperately trying to cover every surface of his face. You were relentless, devouring every noise he made and were they  obscene .

The little gasps grew into whines, and you were on the verge of making him  moan .

Who knew Primes could be so vocal.

You were an average kisser, but after some time it was hard to miss just what makes him tick. You know how he likes to be kissed, you know just when to use your tongue to catch him by surprise and you know just when to tease.

You pull away, breathless. " How are you holding up, Prime?"

He visibly swallowed, his lips glossed and eyes wide. Under your palms, you can feel his heat up, the same way your face is turning all shades of red. The Nevada heat was enough to leave the two of you panting - and he doesn't even need to breathe. Yet, his breathlessness must have been your own doing, considering that the servos holding you in place slightly began to wobble.

" Perhaps we should -" His voice was cut off as you place your lips on the cables by his neck, nibbling along the column. You hummed for him to continue, but he keeps getting caught off - leaving you to smile wickedly. He calls out your name a few times before you pull away, " Do you want to stop?"

He struggled with the words, staring mutely at you. You savored this moment, in this small bubble of yours - the war doesn't exist, the team was out on patrol, Ratchet was off to pick up Raf from school. You, a human, have single-handedly rendered the  mighty  Optimus Prime breathless and under your mercy. If that wasn't an ego boost, you don't know what is.

" Perhaps," He sighed, " We should.." You placed a fluttering kiss above his cheek, " We should continue this..for another time."

His fans whirred louder as you missed his lips, kissing the corner, " Oh? Okay...just one more then?"

" One last.." He scolded, but it came out as something you can only place as a grunt, " Before we stop."

You grinned, diving in, " Okay."

He ran a finger through your hair, petting it and you responded with more fervor.

His fans rumbled, whirring to the point where you can feel it’s vibrations against your skin.

You slipped your tongue inside, grazing his denta and he pulled away, exhaling. He placed a hand on your mouth, a sign that he needs to collect himself before he loses control - oh but you were tempted to make him snap.

Overcome by adrenaline, you  licked  his palm.

“  HONKKKKK  “

You shrieked at the noise, pulling away so quickly that you nearly fell off his palm if it wasn’t for his quick reflexes on catching you with the other.

” I apologize !” He pulled you up to his face.

You exhaled, clutching your chest,” Did- did you just honk at me ?”

” It was not my intention,” He trailed off bashfully,” I was simply... carried away.”

You blinked in surprise, before bursting into laughter. You got him so excited that he  honked  at you! The relief of not having crossed the line or hurting him allowed you to once more crawl towards him.

” You can make it up to me,” You whispered above his lips,” By-“

” Optimus is everything alright ?”

Shit .

Ratchet’s voice caused you to pull away, but Optimus was quicker, his sub-space parted and you fell inside.

” Nothing is amiss, old friend.” Optimus turned around, trying to muster a straight voice. “ Why did you ask?”

The slight waver in his voice didn’t go unnoticed, and you could hear his fans whirring gently in the background.

You can imagine Ratchet’s expression, his eyebrows raised in question while Optimus is trying his very best to conceal the fact that a few seconds ago, someone  had been tongue deep in his mouth .

“ Perhaps you’ve been working too much, your fans are telling you to rest!” Ratchet nagged. Optimus shifted, causing you to hit your elbow against the wall - causing a loud thud.

Ratchet’s movements halted, and in the dark, you pray that the medic didn’t hear that.

” Optimus,” He asked,” Where is she?”

” She went for a walk to clear her head.”

Silence, before Ratchet ultimately accepts the answer. Raf was there too, telling Optimus about his day in school and you prayed that the boy hadn’t seen them. Ratchet would  definitely  throw a wrench at you for tainting his apprentice.

Once they were gone, you tapped against the walls lightly. He let you out, where you took in a gulp of fresh air.

" I think that's enough for today," You joked, " I'm feeling a little breathless."

He tried giving you a reprimanding look, but it only withered to an amused one. " We should be more careful next time."

" Okay, okay," You chuckled.

You knew how he wanted to tell the team properly, but in between Decepticon attacks and the usual team trouble, the two of you just haven't found the right time to do it. It wouldn't be ideal if they knew by walking in on you  devouring  their leader.

You could still see the faint traces of bashfulness on his face and out of impulse you reach out to kiss it away, meeting his lips.

" WHAT THE FRAG?"

The two of you pull away, watching as the return party stood by the entrance with their mouths agape. You winced, watching as Optimus look away.

" Surprise?" You waved lamely - and that's when the chaos erupted.

A/N :  I love Optimus, I can't resist making this one shot of him after I saw a similar prompt on here where reader! accidentally activates Ratchet's sirens caused she got him so riled up hahaha - if you know who wrote it, please comment below, I'd like to credit them here <3

You can find more of my work in AO3 under sirensangel ! 

AO3 link : Flustered