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G1 Optimus Prime x Femme Human Reader

NSFW minors DNI

Fem human reader

Reader is pretty gorl 💅

May or may not make GN l8r 🤔

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Blasters firing, ricocheting, and hitting frames ring in your ears. Large metal feet stomp around, crunching the dirt and grass beneath them as you run around looking for something useful. Starscream takes flight, Sunstreaker banging his fist onto the glass of the seekers cockpit. Some laughter from triumphant Autobots and evil giggles from powerful Decepticons. Metal colliding with metal, groans, and grunts of pain as mechs punch each other full force. A bot flies overhead, thrown by their opponent into a wall, concrete, and bricks crumble under the tolerant frames. Through the chaos, you hear one voice that stands out among the rest.

"Give it up, Megatron. You always seem to fly a little too close to the sun." Optimus scolds at the grey bot. You feel anxious; if Optimus sees you, you're toast. He told you to stay at headquarters. You, even Spike, for that matter, were not allowed to go. Megatron had made another warp pad thingy and two trips to cybertron for two humans was more than enough already.

You nearly trip and fall onto your own face, "shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot!" You fuss under your breath. You gasp as a larger than normal control deck is in front of you. You can possibly overload it and make it explode. Yes, that's what teletran-1 would tell you, and that's always Spikes' plan no matter what anyway. Okay, press buttons and sneak away, press buttons sneak away. A sharp, angry hiss at your right scares you and stops you in your tracks. Ravage jumps in front of you and hisses and growls at you rudely as a threat.

Slowly, he stalks toward you, metal paws softly making a pat sound against the smooth concrete. "Outta my way, you steel furball, I'm on a mission." You say sternly. He hisses loudly at the insult and jumps at you, but you duck, and he goes flying above you into Thundercrackers back. Your sneakers slide against the floor for but a second but gain traction and zip towards the control table. Your tiny hands smack and punch and pull at buttons and levers.

Sparks and electricity build up above the pad of the warp machine, the electricity cracks, and spits. You watch in awe at your hard work, "cooool~," you whisper. You screech when you're attacked, a big black kitty pounced at you when you had your back turned. "Hey, guerilla warfare is illegal fuzzball!" You smack and punch at the feline who's growling at you. He lifts a paw, but it never strikes. The warp pad explodes, and the grounds are quiet, not a single sound uttered from anybot as the explosion lights up like a small sun. A gust of wind pushes against your side, and when it's over, you snap your head up at the kitty. "Ha! We win!"

He growls deeply and swings a paw at you, scratching you on the left side of your face, pulling a pearl earring out. Making you yelp in pain, he lifts the other to do the same on the other side but is hoisted off of you by Jazz. "How 'bout you pick a fight with someone your size." He throws Ravage roughly, who in turn hisses at the striped mech.

"Ravage!" Soundwave calls to his companion, one last growl in your direction, and he bounds away into his masters chest. You watch the Decepticons fly away in defeat until Jazz helps you up and tries to dust you off. You put a hand to your ear and see some blood. You don't feel your pearl and sadness swells in your chest. Those were special.

"Jazz, what's going on?" Optimus approaches.

"Duh‐uhhhh, nothing Optimus," you try hiding behind Jazz legs, "Ravage was being a sore loser and was biting some ankles." He scratches the back of his head. Optimus looks at Jazz quizzically, making the smaller bot anxious and shift around on his pedes. Absent-minded, he reveals a part of you to the prime, who shakes his head and softly pushes his friend out of the way.

"I thought I told you to stay with Bumblebee and Spike at Headquarters." His voice rumbles.

"I needed to help." You look up at him. Your face dusted with soot. Sweat and a small amount of blood where Ravage clawed your face shine in the sun. Rage bubbles up in his tanks at the sight of you, your quiet voice droning on in the background as thoughts race in his head.

"I told you. To. Stay." He says sternly, cutting you short in your rambling. "You promised you'd stay there." There's no excuse you can give. Nothing you can say will change his mind. You lied and went back on a promise. While you feel sad and disappointed in yourself, you let anger build up too. He just doesn't understand, you don't care.

"I don't care!" He's taken aback, so are the others, "I don't care that I lied or any of that, I wanted to help, and I needed to help."

"What if you got hurt?! I couldn't live with the knowledge that I let you get hurt or worse." He shakes a fist.

"I can handle myself!" You ball your fists at your sides in defiance.

"No, you can't. You're not strong enough!" Your face changes, and you flinch. Immediately, he regrets his choice of words. He knows things, you've told him before how you feel, how others have made you feel. How he has made you feel. Without another word from either of you, he watches you stomp over to Prowl to get him to take you home. While prowl changed and started slowly driving away, Optimus looked down at his feet and saw something shine on the floor.

Slowly he, leans down to get a closer look. Your pearl. He picks it up carefully and stands back up tall to look at you and Prowl as you get smaller and farther away. After that day you've never come back to him or the team. That was the last time he ever saw you. For years he has been thinking about you, been having thoughts and feelings when he's alone. Slowly he has realized he's become obsessed and jealous for no reason.

"Spike, is everything alright?" He turns to look at the small human, not as small as you were, are you still as small as you were?

He always had feelings for you, always wanted to keep you at his side, wanted to keep you in his chest, locked away and safe with him. You're his, you've always been his but you're not there now and he can't control who you're around, the people you're seeing. He's mostly upset that he never told you how he felt, how much he actually loved you. And he imagines how it would be if you were here right now, would he still be beating around the bush or would he have you with him.

"Optimus?" A small voice interrupts his thoughts.

"-and (y/n) said-"

"What?" He interrupts, "What did you say?"

Spike is suddenly at a loss for words, he feels like he was spun in circles. "Uh, I said uh, (y/n) called me earlier today and said she was going to come and say hi." Optimus stares at his friend, jealous, how long have you been calling Spike for? You've been speaking to Spike on the sly and he hasn't said a thing. He hums out loud for spikes sake. "Well; I just thought I'd let you know she's coming by soon." He turns and walks away slowly, he knows the drama, you left because you both argued on a battlefield. You told Spike some things about it, you were still vague with things but you told him some or it.

Your hands are sweaty, knees jittery, and mind racing. You're hoping that you won't have to say much of anything to the Prime other than hello. You've practiced for this, practiced to say hello in the calmest way possible. You can do it, you can get it out as normal as possible, "I can do it." You tell yourself.

"We've really missed you (y/n). How've you been? I noticed you got just a little bit taller, or is it your shoes? You look really pretty though, you've aged well, I like the shade of your lips and the matching eye coloring stuff." Jazz is buzzing with excitement that you're here. He's missed you so much, and his comments are so sweet.

"Thank you Jazz. It's eyeshadow, I wear it a lot now, my office work is difficult sometimes so I like looking like I'm okay, y'know?" You smile softly at your friend.

"Ohh, don't wanna look like you're gettin' run down huh? I respect that, never show your weakness, keep one over on everybody else." He hypes you up, even after so long, he still thinks so highly of you. How you've missed your dearest friends. You can't wait to see Ratchet, and Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, and Hound. Omega-Supreme! You hope your friends have missed you just as much as you have them.

Hands, big hands everywhere, none of them want to hand you over, none want to share. For 5 minutes, you've been held and squeezed and pulled on because all of the Autobots want to hug and hold you. They have not given you a second to say hi because they all immediately babbled at you. New fenders, new achievements, new mirrors, or new tires, new bots. Voices and hands and feet and metal making noise around you, spinning you around and shaking you.

Once Ratchet gets ahold of you, though, is when you finally go inside the ship. Teletran-1 says hello for a brief second before you are taken into the new medical bay. "We got new everything in here, too. Being able to go back to cybertron so much has allowed us to upgrade massively." He beams about his beautiful medical bay. While you look around at all the new stuff, the shiny new tables, and cool looking tools, you don't realize some of the bots file out and leave. Slowly behind you, Optimus creeps in. Ratchet nods towards you and walks out after touching his shoulder.

"This is real nice, Ratchet. You said you went all the way back to Cybertron for it?" You turn around to look for the white and red bot, but instead of finding a red chevron, you see cat ear shaped finials. The red and blue mask clad leader of the Autobots stands before you, shoulders slouched with uncertainty. It's quiet, so quiet you can hear your own blood rushing to your face. In this cold room, you shiver from how hot your body feels, still so upset and sad but so angry. Seeing the red dusting your cheeks and feeling the awkward tension makes him want to shift on his feet.

He scans you up and down, new silver jewelery wrapped around your wrists and fingers, glossy paint coating your long nails. Your outfit makes you look so adult and shapely. Your earrings dangle. Last he saw you, you had one pearl earrings in your left ear. The scar. Ravage clawed you in the face and left a good scar on your cheekbone. That was his fault, too.

He takes a step toward you and traces the scars with his index finger, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you, and I'm sorry I hurt you. I never intended to hurt you so badly; to ruin your trust in me." His eyes are sad. You know he's remorseful. You slowly open your mouth to say something to him but stop and instead grab his finger to pull him down to your eye level. You both stare in silence for a moment or two, each waging in your heads if you should say or do something. Eventually, you make up your mind and pull him to you for a small kiss.

Blue optics widen and glow brighter at the contact. Confusion and worry are washed away with warmth and a sense of security, you've forgiven him long ago. All you've wanted was to experience this moment with him. To be with him, feel him, treasure him, save him from himself, and save yourself from despair. Anxiety became a close friend, but now you know it will never be a problem ever again. Cool treats steam from the corners of your eyes, cheeks red and hot. It feels as though your tears release steam as they roll down your face.

He pulls you from him to look at you, your sad face so red, eyes wet. He wipes the tears away and gets a strong sense of the need to protect you. He picks you up and holds you close to sit down on the cold table. Your thick thighs are warm and squishy against his own, setting his frame on fire as he sits with you in his lap. A servo around your waist as you lean forward against his chassis crying. "Frag, not now." He chastises himself, feeling his spike pressurize behind his modesty panel. Subconsciously, his servo travels down your waist to your butt and takes hold firmly.

He lifts you up and adjusts you, making his spike twitch. You notice the movement, and your face flushes. You've thought of more between yourself and Optimus but never thought any of it would actually happen. You realize what positions he's got you in and...his hand! Your breath is caught in your throat. Oh god. Your mind races. "Optimus?" You ask softly.he says nothing for a while and then moves, leaning down and lifting you up at the same time. Curiously, you look up and come face to face with the bot. Eyes and lips connecting in a sweet embrace. He kisses you deeply, perhaps even roughly, silently praying that you are entranced that you stay with him instead of running away as he fears.

Without a second thought, you deepen the kiss, moaning lightly into his lips. Your small hands caress his cheeks, pulling at his face to kiss you even deeper as if it were possible. You grind your hips against his chassis, the tough metal giving enough friction to stimulate your clit making you moan into his mouth again. "Optimus." You whisper wantonly, thus pushing him over the edge. He slides his modesty panel away, revealing a huge spike. Carefully, he pulls at your clothes, trying to take them from you. You unbutton your shirt and unclasp your bra, setting your breasts free. You're able to remove your stockings and panties with your skirt pulled up on your tummy when he's waited long enough.

Carefully, he lifts you up to his face. His battle mask slides away, and his lips part. His tongue stretches out and licks your soft lips between your legs. His rubbery tongue does wonders for your nether regions. The slick wetness gliding smoothly against you, this feels so much better than your pillow. The shock and pleasure make you take hold of his nose. You look down and see him stroking his spike. The ridges and lights make you fuzzy and hot. "Optimus!" You watch amazed at his large member bobbing up and down in his hand. He pants as he pulls you from his face, making you whine from the loss of stimuli. He pulls you down and rubs the tip if his spike against your sweet pussy. Slippery and wet from his tongue. "Too big!"

"Shhhh, I know, trust me." He assures you as he lays you against his palm to stroke you up and down his spike, rubbing your clit against the ridges and biolights. "If this is the only way you can feel me, then so be it." He groans as you tighten your legs around his hard spike. His thumb rubs your breast and flicks at your nipple.

Megatron:

I am my father's Child, and I'm his favorite

You have a mission, given to you by your father...find Cybertron, watch over them for however you see fit...and do whatever you please with them once things get boring for you...

As you lie on a clear night among the grass, staring at the stars with fireflies dancing around you hear him in your head... beneath the soil, Your Father Unicron well-

He is more like the father of humanity you suppose tho hardly anyone knows of his existence, you only found out when you got into an accident and got metal poisoning when you were exploring in the creek, tho it wasnt just any metal it was a peice of unicron still connected to the earths crust, he always been aware of humans around him and was in his way proud of the chaotic new race he accidently created. Still, you are becoming aware of him and even hearing his thoughts; even he couldn't predict it...

Young!Y/n:Father...

Unicron: "Yes, my child?"

Young!Y/n:FATHERI CRAVE VIOLENCE

Unicron: "...GOOD"

So once he saw you were a little bit, as you put it, "Insane in the membrane"...he deiced you needed POWER to hold your self against the creations of his twin brother back in cybertron giving you abit of his own powers to wield them...when he saw how you wanted to create something ...and it turned into what you called "Scraplet" he head a GOOD feeling about it-

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B27*Is still in sub level 50, in his knees, servos together, praying to Primus again* It's me again. I need someone to be my friend... someone who won't run away. Maybe send me an angel... the nicest angel you have

But what B27 and the rest of Cybertron yet didn't realize was that the "falling star" is actually your spaceship cruiser. You come out of the wreckage with sinister laughter and move away from the fiery green glow. You look around, sniffing the air. As you scurries across the road to find civilization-

I had this idea for AWHILE now...and thanks to @tinyfroglove, for getting the idea going-