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IRON GIANT Series

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Love’s Train

Chapter Ten: 2021, Spring Break: In For a Pound

Warnings: getting drunk, smut, bad flirting.

Word Count: 6.4k

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As a sort of apology for last night–early morning, rather–Nate had their friends make breakfast for Quinn. Of course, they made some food for themselves but the picnic they wanted to have was for Quinn. She did let them into her house while her parents were away for the week and they’d started off on the wrong foot with the Autobots. The notion of breakfast immediately put Quinn in a good mood when Miles woke her. They walked together outside and Quinn had to rub her eyes at the sight in front of her eyes. Bumblebee, Optimus, and Ratchet were sitting outside near the table where all the food was set on while Ironhide stayed inside the barn. It looked like a feast. When did Quinn have this much stuff in the fridge? 

“Looking good, Captain.” Bee winked as he sat back, his feet swinging from side to side. When did her friends meet Bumblebee? Maybe it was during the fiasco from last night. Quinn didn’t remember. 

At the comment, Quinn glanced down at her clothes. They were her regular sleep clothes–a pair of soft shorts and a bra that looked sort of like a crop top. Nothing special. She cocked her head at Bee before she saw Optimus. Who was staring right at her.

Oh.

Oh.

Quinn immediately crossed her arms over her chest and sat at the table with her friends. She forgot she threw off her shirt after Andi and Liza left her room so Optimus hadn’t seen her like that yet. Or at all. Her friends were already digging in with Miles only having a taste for toast, Nate gorged himself on bacon and sausage, Liza had a healthy balance of everything on the table while Andi had some eggs and toast. As Quinn started to take her first few bites of her meal, conversation started up.

“So… we’re using that pool at least once while we’re here, right?” Miles asked, a piece of toast in their mouth as he looked around at the table. 

Andi nodded as soon as the words left their mouth. “Why have a pool in the first place? Actually… We should totally hang out in the pool tonight.” She suggested, winking at Quinn. It was like she knew where Quinn’s thoughts were going. 

Optimus was most likely going to be watching over them while Bee joined in on the fun, much like a father would with his children. Except that meant he would also be able to see Quinn in a bathing suit. It wasn’t the first time but that time wasn’t so deliberate. Andi would make sure this time it would be deliberate. To put Quinn in a bikini or something that showed as much skin as possible, it was fair to assume Optimus was like most men in that regard. He just happened to be thirty feet tall and made of metal. Wasn’t that big of a difference. 

“Agreed.” Liza said quickly with excitement in her eyes. She couldn’t wait to use the pool and just lay back in the water, floating.

The light of the day came and went, signaling when it was time for the humans to party. And when a party happened, it was customary for them to get drunk as hell. Except for Andi, she usually didn’t drink but it sure was fun to watch her friends lose their minds and act like children while intoxicated. Under the intense suggestions of her friends, Quinn did wear one of her more revealing swimsuits. An orange and green tropical patterned bikini with the bottoms having heart cut-outs at the hip while the top had string tied around Quinn’s neck to have it stay properly in place. She tied it a few times with the intention of not wanting to accidentally flash anyone. 

“You look positively dashing, darling.” Liza joked in a British accent, adding a wink at the end as she saw what Quinn changed into. She wore a simple one piece in a deep blue. It was like those ones a lifeguard would wear, more akin to a bodysuit than something worn for swimming. 

Miles beckoned them all outside, “Your brother got us all the good stuff.” They waved a hard lemonade in the air with a smirk on their lips.

Quinn shook her head as she crossed her arms, looking around at the scene outside. Nate was on a floatie with a red solo cup in his hand as the floatie drifted in the water. Andi was in the middle of a talk with Bee about…. Well, bees and Liza ran past Quinn to jump into the pool, making a big splash. Nate pursed his lips as water sprayed on his body, agitation making itself known in the pools of his dark eyes. 

Her friends were having fun so why shouldn’t she? Quinn grabbed a beer from the cooler and twisted the cap open, throwing it in the trash before she took a sip. 

As soon as the first drop hit her tongue, something shifted within her. 

She’s had alcohol plenty of times before, she’s twenty-two now so that gives her legality to both purchase and drink alcohol. This was different. The times Quinn would drink, it usually wasn’t for the purposes of getting drunk or to do something she’d regret in the morning. It was just because her friends were and she needed to retain some level of sobriety to watch over them. She was pretty good at it.

Now that Quinn wasn’t the one having to watch over others, she could care less.

When music started to play from Miles’ speaker, something inside Quinn’s mind started to buzz. She could barely even register her body starting to move along to the beat until Andi and Liza started to cheer. As the upbeat song ended, Quinn found herself laying on a pool chair and staring up at the night sky with a beer bottle sitting next to her. 

“The moon is so pretty.” Quinn gushed, her hands sitting folded on her stomach. A buzzed flush was starting on her cheeks, leading all the way down to her chest. She had quite a lot of beer. “I wish I could kiss her.” She pouted.

Andi chuckled off to the side of her and nodded. “You wanna kiss the moon? Not Optimus?” She asked with a smirk.

It was fun to Quinn like this. She was naturally funny already but to see her so plastered that she didn’t think before she spoke was even more hilarious. Quinn was usually so calculated, anxious that if she said anything wrong the person she said it to would despise her for the rest of their finite life. There was so much lurking behind those glasses and layers of miss matched tattoo ink.

“I want to kiss Optimus!” Quinn whined as she shook her head then giggled. “I want to do more than just kiss him, though.” Now this caught the attention of Liza and Andi while Bee just laughed as he listened. “Y’know, Ratchet said there’s ways we can fuck! He did say ‘safe.’ But if I’m gonna have sex with a thirty foot robot who has a voice that does things to me then I’d rather he would rail me into oblivion.” She hummed. Looked like Quinn was a horny drunk, huh.

Quinn’s little spiel made everyone start laughing. Except for Nate who just looked disappointed, letting out a small laugh after he couldn’t contain it anymore. And well…

It just so happened that Optimus chose to leave the barn and make his way to the pool while Quinn was in the middle of her tangent. He was standing near the far end of the pool, away from where Quinn was but he could hear everything as clearly as if he was standing right next to her. Andi lifted her hands to her mouth while Quinn cocked her head at her friend, not registering what had her looking so shocked. 

Then Quinn followed Andi’s line of sight and saw Optimus. He was standing quietly, the only noises he was emitting were from the mechanisms whirring inside him. “Oh hi, Prime!” Quinn waved happily. Her embarrassment filter left her when she was drunk. Maybe that was a good thing or else Liza was sure Quinn would have died on the spot if she was sober. Slowly, Optimus approached the human. His human. He knelt down behind the pool chair and watched as Quinn bent her neck to be able to see him as she layed. “You’re so tall.” Quinn hummed, catching his gaze in her own eyes. “I wanna climb you.”

Andi buried her head in her hands as those words left Quinn’s mouth. Maybe it was time to cut off Quinn for the night, they had been at the pool for a few hours at that point. 

Optimus looked around at the others in the pool. “I suggest all of you go inside and get some sleep. I’ll deal with this one.” He sounded like a father at that moment, scolding his children for having a party while he wasn’t there to watch them. 

Without any complaints, each of them retreated into the house while Bee transformed into his car form and drove to the front of the house. Whatever was about to happen, he didn’t want to be anywhere near them when it happened. Quinn, on the other hand, pouted. 

“But my friends!” Quinn whined, reaching out for Andi as she disappeared inside the house. 

Optimus picked Quinn up from her pool chair with both hands, one underneath the other while she sat up a little and frowned. At least she remembered to readjust herself so she wouldn’t fall from his grip. “You and your friends have had enough. Your blood alcohol content level is well above the acceptable level.” Optimus explained, optics running over Quinn’s figure as he made his way to the barn that he inhabited. It seemed as if she had other plans before getting sidetracked by her intoxication. A shame, really.

Quinn groaned in response, leaning into one of Optimus’ fingers. “I’m not a kid.” She complained with her arms crossed. 

“I know, soul spark.” Lord, did Optimus know that a little too well. His optics flicked from Quinn’s face to her chest. The bikini did nothing but enhance her chest and Optimus couldn’t not look. “But part of being soulmates is taking care of each other, is it not?” Quinn already did her part in full. She gave him and his Cybertronian brothers freedom, it was only fair Optimus would spend the rest of their lifetime together trying to live up to that. 

Quinn yawned, feeling her body start to shut down now that she wasn’t continuously having beer. “I guess so.” She hummed, eyes drowsy. Not more than a few seconds later, Quinn fell asleep in Optimus’ metallic palm.

“Should we leave?” Ratchet asked while in the middle of recalibrating Ironhide’s cannons. They were having a bit of trouble appearing when he wanted them to. 

Optimus could tell what Ratchet was insinuating. He did have certain plans that he wanted to enact that day but it wasn’t meant to be, it seemed. The Autobot leader shook his head as he turned to the small loft Quinn put a bed on. She mostly used it when she was working on cars or Cybertronians alike and it started to get late, it was far closer than trying to sneak back into the house and running into counters or tables in the middle of the dark. Optimus set Quinn on the bed as gently as he could, lifting the covers over her.

Ironhide let out a small chuckle and looked up at Optimus with a sly smirk. “You really do like this human huh?” He teased.

“Of course he does, what’s your head made of? A bag of bolts?” Ratchet smacked the back of Ironhide’s head. Even though Ratchet was the doctor of the Autobots–literally an ambulance in his other form–that didn’t mean he had the patience to deal with his colleagues. “They have the marks to prove it.” He pointed out.

Ironhide grunted in response to the smack, rubbing the back of his helm. “You really need to work on your anger issues.” He countered.

“You need to stop messing up your cannons so I don’t need to keep fixing them anymore.” Ratchet hissed.

Optimus raised his hand, suddenly stopping all their bickering. “I would appreciate it if both of you remained quiet for the rest of the night.” He growled in a whisper, glancing back at Quinn to see if she was awake. She did shift a little but as far as he could tell, she was still asleep. “Both of you act as if you were sparklings yesterday when you’re together.” He rolled his optics as he shook his head in frustration.

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Feeling as if something was wrong, sun sifting through the shades in small strips, Quinn slowly opened her eyes. She felt wet? Not exactly wet but that feeling after not properly drying yourself when you’re in water for a long time. Her hair felt heavy against her head. As she gained her consciousness, her eyes darted around her environment. This was not her room. But at least it was familiar. Quinn let out a relieved breath as she realized she was inside the barn. Her barn–well, it was more like Optimus’ barn. She sat up hesitantly and grimaced when she saw that she was still in her swimsuit. 

No wonder she felt wet. 

Quinn tried to stand but her legs felt wobbly. What did she do last night? Her head felt dizzy, a hand was there to keep her upright though. “Optimus!” She squeaked. How did a thirty foot tall robot with loud mechanisms sneak up on her? 

“Ratchet has informed me you may be experiencing ‘hangover’ symptoms after the amount of alcohol you ingested last night.” Optimus explained as he took his hand away when he felt Quinn was well enough to stand on her own. “It would be wise to not make the same decisions tonight.” He said softly, his optics softening their gaze.

Quinn let out a breath and nodded, with the headache that was starting to form behind her eyes…. She’d have to agree with Optimus on that one. “I… I need to shower.” She sighed before the Autobot helped her down from the loft by cradling her in his metal palm. Quinn began to walk out of the barn before Optimus stopped her.

Did he look nervous? He coughed after a moment while Quinn looked up at him expectantly. “I would like to take you on a date tonight.” Optimus finally said, kneeling down in front of her. “As it is customary for Earthlings to do before they have sex. Would you be agreeable to that?” Quinn blinked at his words, almost coughing from the shock. As far as she knew, not many people announced to their partner that they planned to fuck them later. It was as if it was the most normal thing in the world to say for him. 

“Um, I would.” Quinn nodded, feeling the heat rush to her cheeks. She was thankful no other Autobot was in the barn with them or else that would make her all the more flustered. 

The human quickly scurried out of the barn after that conversation, causing Optimus to let out a small chuckle. Quinn was such a cute and beautiful little creature but she also exhibited such strength and intelligence, whether it was in a council room filled with sides that opposed hers or being able to recalibrate an alien weapons system that was far above anything she’s ever seen before. Yes, Optimus was thankful to the universe Quinn was his soulmate. He couldn’t wait to do things to her, he would do anything to please her.

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“I can’t fucking believe you’re going on a date with a truck!” Nate exclaimed as he paced around the living room. He cared for more than Quinn’s brother did, but he knew Optimus for a longer time than any of her friends so he trusted the Autobot. 

Andi let out a light laugh and shook her head. “I mean, have you looked at him? He’s hot.” She argued with a shrug while taking a look at Quinn.

Quinn was cleaned and showered, her hair still a little damp from the water. She usually liked to air dry it. At the moment, she was wearing some sweatpants and a loose t-shirt. Nothing too fancy but she wanted to tell her friends to try and get some sort of advice. She’s never been on a date before or done anything intimate with another person before. In Optimus’ case, a robot. They wouldn’t have much knowledge about that but all of her friends have been on some sort of date. That’s where she needed the most help.

“He’s still a truck.” Nate narrowed his eyes slightly before he shook his head. “Does he even have a dick? I feel like we would have seen it already with how massive he is.” He hummed, his eyebrows furrowing in thought. Quite a weird thought.

But it seemed to raise the same question in the minds of everyone else in the room, their heads turning to look at Quinn. Out of all the humans on Earth, she would know.

Quinn stared blankly for a second and pursed her lips. She didn’t know for sure, she has had a few hints at the possibility though. “I dunno–I mean, Ratchet has kind of dropped hints but I–I’ve never seen it.” She admitted, averting her gaze from her friends. 

“You guys always forget that you can please women in other ways. You don’t need a dick.” Miles spoke up, rolling their eyes at the naivety in front of them. Straight people were always so…. Dick-orientated when it came to sex. They never were that creative. 

Liza cocked her head then nodded, “Yeah, that’s true.” 

Feeling the embarrassment starting to reach peak levels, Quinn slid down the couch in hopes that it would eat her alive. She did ask for this. She told them about Optimus’ plan though even she didn’t know all of the details of what the night would entail. Just the general act of sex which could mean a lot of different things. Even more so when an Autobot was the one who made the plan in the first place. Maybe Quinn was naive when it came to the topic of sex regarding any sort of Bot, she knew about their anatomy but not that well it seemed. Ratchet, on the other hand, was sure they could copulate somehow. That’s when Quinn remembered Ratchet referred to something as an ‘attachment’.... Could that mean–? Yeah… huh.

“Either way, we need to get Quinn ready for this date. Or, uh, as ready as she can be.” Andi chuckled, pulling Quinn up from her spot on the couch. It was the middle of the day already so they needed to work kinda fast in order to get her ready in time. 

By ready, Andi did not mean mentally. She couldn’t really mentally prepare to get railed by a three story tall robot with a hand that could comfortably hold her if she sat in his palm. Instead, Andi, Liza, and Miles took it upon themselves to sift through Quinn’s closet to see if she had any clothes that screamed ‘I know you wanna fuck me and I wanna fuck you too.’ In the end they settled on a hot vintage-goth style, every piece of clothing happened to be black. Quinn’s friends waited outside as she changed until the door creaked open and she appeared from behind it. Her outfit consisted of a black corset top with short sleeves, a pair of black high-waisted bell bottoms with white stitchings, and simple black heeled boots. Her makeup was of a similar vein, smudged eyeliner with a white shimmer in the inner corner and a deep red color graced her lips.

Miles nodded, confident their work was satisfactory. “Hot.” They winked with a sly smile. One thing about Miles is that they will flirt with practically anyone even if their relationship with a person was purely platonic. 

Liza hummed in agreement, “If I didn’t have a strict no ‘friends with benefits’ rule, then I would try with you.” She admitted with a slight shrug.

They were really trying their best to boost Quinn’s ego. Nothing else worked that well. This didn’t work well either besides having Quinn laugh, letting a bit of relief off her shoulders. That helped her let loose. Not by much but any sort of lightness was welcome. 

“I don’t think any of us have a chance against Quinn’s literal soulmate.” Andi rolled her eyes, crossing her arms as she looked at her fellow friends. “Not to mention he has the deepest voice I’ve heard and it… That’s hot.” She admitted before she glanced at Quinn, “Sorry.”

Quinn let out a light laugh and nodded in agreement. “No, it’s okay. I agree.” She shrugged with a chuckle.

Being with her friends, being able to joke about her love life just felt… normal. For once in her life, it felt normal. No more hiding in her room whenever Optimus called her or avoiding the ‘boyfriend’ question with her friends. Not anymore. That didn’t necessarily mean she would stop being shy about it though. Just for tonight she’d be exempt from that flustered feeling and exchange for some sense of confidence. Soon, they could see some bright headlights shining through the window.

That had to be Optimus. 

“Looks like your ride is here.” Andi teased, sending Quinn an over exaggerated wink. Like one that would be seen in a cartoon or a really cheesy rom-com. 

Quinn gave Andi a disappointed look as she shook her head even when a smile managed to crack on her lips. “I’ll get you back for that.” She narrowed her eyes as she began to make her way down the stairs and out of the house.

Optimus was in his truck form, evident by the fact that his headlights were on and at ground level. And, well, you can’t not see a truck. Especially in such vibrant colors. His driver door was already opened, awaiting Quinn to climb inside. As she climbed in, the door automatically closed behind her. The sight that awaited her was one she didn’t expect. In the passenger seat of the truck sat a bouquet of colorful flowers and a heart-shaped chocolate box.

“I heard it was customary to bring gifts on the first date.” Optimus spoke through the radio but something was off about his voice. Was he… nervous? He had teased Quinn for months at this point and now he was nervous? Maybe it was just the fact that he wanted this night to go as smoothly as possible, for the both of them.

Quinn grabbed the flowers and breathed in the scent as the truck began to move. They seemed to be fresh with how good they still smelled and that they weren’t wilted. “Where did you get these?” She asked, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. A robot-truck simply couldn’t just walk into a store and buy these things and if Optimus did decide to do that then it would be all over the news by now. Unless he had some sort of hologram he could make, something like what Starscream or Arcee had. It helped them blend in better when driving–or in Starscream’s case, flying. 

“I had Sam and Bumblebee pick them up.” Optimus said simply, not wanting to explain anything further. She should have guessed as much. Either way, it was nice to know Sam and Bumblebee got over the shit driving them apart. They remained quiet for a few minutes, unsure how to continue until Optimus spoke up yet again, “You look quite… attractive.” He could have said the million other things inhabiting his processor but that was the most tame out of all of them. 

The things this human did to him–he didn’t think they were possible. No one, Cybertronian or human, has ever affected Optimus to this degree. Perhaps his mind was so concerned with the civil war of his people that he was too distracted to even try to have a romantic life. The safety of his world and other worlds across the galaxy was deemed so much more important than his own life that he forgot the most important thing about his fight. To be able to truly live. Quinn awakened that in him and he couldn’t thank her enough for it. 

“I could say the same for you, Prime.” Quinn chuckled softly as she caressed the leather of Optimus’ steering wheel. She always loved that the Autobot insignia was in the center in a bright silver color. “I mean, your mask…” She trailed off, a vivid image of it in the forefront of her mind. She would think about it constantly, more than she would ever admit to anyone. Anyone who wasn’t Optimus himself.

Optimus went so silent at the comment that Quinn started to get worried that his processor had shut off but if it had he would have stopped driving. “... I’ll keep that in mind.” He finally said.

Well, shit. He was definitely gonna use that against her.

Soon, the truck looked as if it was going to run into a grassy mountain but before Quinn could even think to shield herself, an opening appeared to a tunnel that led inside the mountain. She leaned forward to look around at the surroundings. It looked like an old military bunker… with some added upgrades. As Quinn exited the truck to let Optimus transform, she took her gifts with her and looked around. Everything was super-sized. Perfect size for Cybertronians like Optimus. Wait. 

“Is this… what I think it is?” Quinn asked as she turned back to Optimus to look up at him, holding her flowers against her chest.

Optimus nodded, helping Quinn up to a ledge that could make her level with him. She set her things on a desk to grab them later. “As much as I appreciate your parents' hospitality, I can tell my friends have become restless sitting around in that barn.” He explained softly, caressing Quinn’s cheek with his metallic thumb. “This way, we can carry out any missions regarding Decepticons. Or any other sort of threat to the Earth.”

“Sounds wonderful but you don’t have governmental clearance for this, do you?” Quinn asked, crossing her arms as she looked up at Optimus’ face. Even though she was on a raised platform, Optimus’ face was still a few feet taller than her. 

The Autobot shrugged guiltily, “Not exactly. Colonel Lennox knows and has notified some of his superiors but no, the government has not given us permission for this.” Optimus let out a fabricated sigh and tilted up Quinn’s chin a little more. “Either way, with permission or not, I will not have this planet destroyed because some humans do not see us as a valuable asset.” Keeping this planet safe from any Decepticon threat was one thing, but to keep it safe for Quinn was an entirely different thing. Optimus cared for the humans–most of them–but now he had an emotional tie to one of them. 

Quinn smiled, a light chuckle escaping her vocal chords. That sounded like Optimus. She wouldn’t have it any other way. Optimus narrowed his optics in fascination as he moved his finger to sit underneath Quinn’s bottom lip. There were moments where all he could think about were her lips, the deep shade of pink they usually were but not then. The red color they now were made them look all the more enticing. 

Optimus leaned his head forward, catching Quinn in a deep kiss. One that made the cooling fan inside him whir to life. The human had to cup his jaw with both her hands to try and anchor herself. Taking a breath, Quinn pulled away from Optimus’ lips. Optimus, on the other hand, had a different plan. He pulled Quinn closer to press his lips against the expanse of her neck and shoulders instead, he was planning on leaving bruises. The prospect of it made Quinn gasp, grasping onto the sides of his face plates. With the way Optimus was cradling her in his hand and dragging his lips along her shoulder, it was starting to do things to her. She could feel a heat igniting within her. The kind that made her want. 

"Optimus…." Quinn sighed, it was almost strained. She could feel herself want to whine and she almost did. 

The robot retreated from her skin and hummed, already missing the softness of her neck compared to his metal plating. "Soul spark, I need you. More than words can express in any Earthly language." He whispered as he pressed his forehead against Quinn's. 

"Then… show me?" Quinn asked softly. Similarly to what Optimus did earlier, she ran her thumb underneath the metal plates that made up Optimus' lips. They were far more warm than the rest of his face, perhaps some of her heat transferred to him. She looked up at the optics staring down at her and teased softly, "I did overhear you and Ratchet talking about different ways you could please me as safely as possible." 

A puff of smoke escaped the exhaust pipes from Optimus' back. So that was how he blushed. "Well, I wanted to know how to please you. And Ratchet gave some… educational information." He hummed, not looking at Quinn for a moment.  

Boldly, Quinn cocked her eyebrow with a smirk on her lips, "Was it helpful?"

Optimus narrowed his optic lenses and let out a hum before he scooped up Quinn in his hand. "Perhaps I should show you just how helpful it was then." He whispered with a cocky tone as he walked to a room connected to the main area. His voice gave Quinn shivers that ran down her spine. Compared to that, this room seemed to be a bit less military in nature. He set Quinn on another platform, far shorter than the one in the other room, before he sat on the floor to make himself level with her. "Undress, my soul spark." He ordered, optics fixed on her form.

The look Optimus was giving her made her feel the fire inside her start to rise. Quinn nodded silently and began to take off her shirt first, unzipping it with no trouble at all. It seemed even the universe was on her side, not wanting her to feel embarrassed if it accidentally got stuck on the fabric. She quickly discarded her shoes alongside her socks and shirt before she started to unbutton and unzip her pants. It was sort of exciting, having Optimus staring at her so attentively. A hungry look in his eyes. Quinn stared back at Optimus, clad in just some lingerie. A matching pair in a deep red color, eerily similar to the shade on her lips. 

"I never said you could stop." Optimus hummed softly, leaning closer to the platform to press a finger under Quinn's chest to lift her bra from her shoulders. He had little patience for the 'real' way to take off a bra. In all honesty, he wouldn't have cared if it ripped half under his grip. Quinn gasped as she instinctively raised her arms in front of her chest to cover herself. "There we go." Optimus sounded satisfied before he used the same finger to snap off her underwear without using much force at all. "Much better."

A shiver went down Quinn's spine after being fully relieved of all her clothes. She hadn't done anything like this so she felt more exposed than she thought she would have if she's had any intimate relationship before this. Well, Quinn also hated even being naked in the comfort of her own room. 

As if Optimus could sense it, he gave the human a light smile. "You look beautiful, soul spark." He whispered, his thumb caressing the expanse of Quinn's waist. "As much as I would love to worship every inch of skin on your body, I need you now." This was where Quinn would finally know just what kind of parts Optimus had. 

He scooped up Quinn's naked form and set her in between his legs. She could hear some shifting going on within Optimus. That's when she noticed the extra metal plates covering his crotch era started to retreat into the rest of his body to reveal an almost three foot long dick. The human blinked, unsure what to think. Sure, it made sense. Proportionally. But to actually see such a thing, to have it inside her? She didn't think it was possible. Ratchet, on the other hand, knew of some way for it to be possible or else why would he have told Optimus? Quinn had to admit, the sight made her mouth start to water.

Suddenly, Optimus' mask started to form over the bottom half of his face. It clicked into place, leaving his optics staring down at Quinn. Her heart jumped a few beats at the sight. She knew it. 

"Come here, soul spark." Optimus hummed, his voice sounding much more dark than usual. Possibly because of the mask? He helped the human climb up in between his legs with both hands to then cradle her back.

Quinn swallowed thickly as she glanced from Optimus' cock and his face. "I haven't… I don't think that will fit." She said softly, biting at her lip.

"There's no need to worry." Optimus let out a light chuckle, caressing her cheek with the back of his index finger. 

A bit of steam escaped his exhaust pipes while Quinn could hear the mechanisms beneath her working double time. The length of Optimus' dick started to shorten. She didn't think that was possible but then again, there were still a lot of things she didn't know about Cybertronians. It became a more sensible length for Quinn. A little less than a foot. Still a little more than what the human body could take but better. Quinn pursed her lips and nodded while Optimus caressed her back slightly. He gently guided her down onto his dick, letting out a light sigh from beneath his mask.

Quinn, on the other hand, was going crazy. Her brain felt as if it turned to white noise, she didn't know what to think. Well, besides the fact that she felt so good and wanted so much more. "Fuck." She whined softly. She fit as much as she could, a few inches left out but it seemed Optimus was in as much bliss as she was so he didn't care. His cock was so hard too–a given since it was made out of metal much like the rest of him. 

"Good girl." Optimus whispered softly, his fingers spreading across the expanse of Quinn's back as his optics ran down her body. "Beautiful." He hummed as Quinn started to move as well as she could. His voice sent goosebumps down her back. Optimus could tell what his voice did to her. 

Quinn panted softly as she planted her hands on Optimus' thighs to ground herself. "Optimus…! Fuck." She whined softly while Optimus ran his thumb in between her chest. Quinn could feel that fire inside her start to roar, centering itself in her stomach. 

For the first time either of them have done something like this, Optimus had a handle on everything. He treated Quinn so gently, simply admiring her body with soft caresses and small whispers of how good she was being for him. It made her heart melt, as well as making her head feel all fuzzy with the praise. Sure Optimus had given Quinn compliments before, usually on the way she'd handle a council on a particularly hard day for her but nothing quite like this. As they both started to reach the peak of what they could take, Optimus' exhaust pipes began to continuously expel some of the steam building inside him. At the same time, his cooling fans started to work double time. They were so loud Quinn could hear them. She would have thought they were endearing if she wasn't riding Optimus like her life depended on it. 

Eagerly, Quinn moved faster as she felt her orgasm approach. "Fuck… I'm…" She moaned, panting as her heart was beating fast. Breathing was hard but not in a way she didn't like. 

Optimus used his other hand to softly cup the side of Quinn's head. "Let go, soul spark." He whispered. Who was he to deny being able to see the height of Quinn's pleasure? If he did it would be like denying the universe the ability to create life. "Cum for me." 

His voice reverberated inside Quinn's body as she whined in response. Something about how deep it was just… it made her feel, made her want to do whatever he told her. "Fucking hell…" She breathed just as she felt her orgasm hit her, a loud moan escaping from her lips.

"There you go. Such a good girl." Optimus hummed in appreciation, brushing a few of his fingers through Quinn's hair.

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It wasn't until the middle of the day when Optimus and Quinn returned to her home. She exited the truck, her legs still feeling awfully wobbly from the previous night. Optimus quickly transformed and held her upright, a smug look in his optics. Bee was outside, arms crossed as he stared at the pair. He shook his head and walked into the barn, he didn't want to see either of them until the thought of them fucking wasn't at the forefront of his mind. It was… weird to think of it.

"Please rest today, I have a feeling I still went hard on you without meaning to." Optimus said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of Quinn's head. 

Blushing, Quinn nodded with a light laugh. She didn't know of many people who had to take time out of their day to recover from having sex. And certainly not with an alien species. "I will." She promised before making her way inside the house.

She was met with her friends sitting on the couch, prepared to ask some questions. They wanted to know everything. While Quinn wanted to keep some things a secret….

[raileurta]

I was reading some transformers fanfiction and it's a solely underutilized idea to have humans and Cybertronians be in a symbiotic relationship. In nature all the time big animals will rely on smaller animals' help.

For example humans could give repairs, clean them, and help them reach smaller places. Cybertronians can give transportation and protection of course. They're emotional benefits too; humans are really nice soft things to touch and humans like having big robot friends :3.

So I'm imagining transformers realize how useful it is to have a human partner around so they start going around trying to get one. Anyways this leads to shenanigans of course and a lot of cracky moments.

Suspiciously nice looking car in a driveway with its door opened: ....

The random human who owns the driveway: ...

Human: *turns around* Screw that! I'm not becoming part of the human distribution system today, no sir I am not.

Cybertronian: *sad beeping noises*

[mskenway97]

Bot in flames

I have been wanting to write this for a long time and I started thinking about heat cycles in robots.

My mind was focused on bayverse optimus prime and I came up with all this.

Forgive me but I couldn't help but want to XD.

Bayverse Optimus Prime X Fem!Human!Reader

Summary: You are a new mechanic working at NEST after the problems in Egypt, you became very close to the autobot leader, until one moment he started to avoid you, the rest of autobots warnning to you. Until you find out why.

Occurs between revenge of the fallen and dark of the moon.

Words: 2,451

Warnings: heat cycles, belly budge, cumflation, masturbation, multiple orgasm, size difference,possessive, g/t

You had always been interested in technology, you had gone into mechanics although many people would not take you seriously in what you were doing. Until you started seeing something that caught your attention, the Mission City events.

A lot of people said it was a lie, a hoax… Other websites said they had witnesses and testimonies about giant robots. You tried to see more images but nothing.

Everything seemed to be a lie until a giant robot appeared on your TV telling you that you were not alone, that there were more beings in the galaxy. That even though everyone was scared, you were more interested but you were just a mechanic, no matter how much you wanted to meet them you were not going to find them, until you received a letter because of your knowledge, they were needed at the base of NEST.

They blindfolded you and put you in a black car without asking, like the movies, the ride was a bit long until you got to an interrogation room, showing if you had a criminal record, not to reveal the information here without ending up dead. Once finished they took you outside a huge hangar and put you on hold, until a middle-aged man who seemed to be the general, came to pick you up in person.

-Y/N, General Lennox we have seen that your knowledge in mechanics and your project of coexistence between machines and humans is unique. I'm just telling you try to stay calm, you're going to be surrounded by autobots. The first time is usually a surprise.

He wasn't lying when he took me to another hangar with huge beings of different sizes looking at you. I had a feeling of nervousness, butterflies and above all that he would not try to give me a heart attack. It was one thing to see fuzzy pictures on the web sites you had seen and another to see them in person…. Besides your height was not the tallest, you literally understood how the ants felt.

You saw the biggest of them all approaching, it seemed to be the leader, with red and blue flames, with what looked like parts of a truck, despite your situation it seemed interesting to you.

-Y/N, my name is Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots…. It is a pleasure to meet you, we read your project, it caught our attention, in part we need more human allies that promise us their commitment. If you decide to leave I will understand your motives but if you stay you will be apprenticed to one of our best doctors as well as learning about the coexistence you seek. Do we have your word?

You were trying to calm down when you saw that huge being kneeling in front of you and the rest of them looking at you, seeing that your nervous system was somewhat altered by the situation. Trying to calm down until you felt Lennox's hand on your shoulder as they were waiting for your answer.

You nodded as your mouth had gone dry trying to speak, the giant black robot was amused by your nervousness, he moved closer showing his cannons causing you to stumble to the ground, making him laugh.

-I like this squishy…. I'm going to like working with you

Well in the rest of the news they started to introduce you to the rest of the team, you already knew names like Ratchet, Optimus Prime, Ironhide, Sidewispe, etc. And the rest of the facilities, they put you in charge of working with Ratchet.

The weeks of adaptation were somewhat curious, as you were startled by every scare the twins and Sidewispe gave you.

Ratchet carefully taught you the systems of a robot to take care of them carefully: you learned the different parts of the body of a cybertronian, Ironhide taught you the workings of the weapons although his demonstrations still scared you so much firepower that you reflexively hid behind his leg.

Your favorite sessions were with Optimus, even though he was the biggest of them all, he was very nice to you… You started to get a little more trusting as you told each other about different experiences. He told you about his culture, his planet… You were more and more interested, he was also interested in your customs, your history. Besides, I know that his way of treating you was to carry you in his servos with care, sometimes he was contemplating, with his finger he touched your cheek, it was a strange contact but you felt quite comfortable. He had also put you on his shoulder. You didn't know if it was friendship you had with this bot, but you were happy to finally have a confidant.

You had been in NEST for a few months now, you learned quickly but there was something that had been bothering you in the last week about the behavior of a certain autobot leader.

At first it seemed to you that he was stressed out from the missions in order to find Megatron but every time you were near an Autobot he would get sideways and also with the humans you were working with. You don't talk like before either, every time you tried to talk to him alone he would disappear saying he had something else to do. This was starting to bother you a lot but with the meetings you didn't have the time or the moment.

-Y/N aren't paying attention to the lessons…. - Ratchet said as he tapped me on his digit.

-Sorry, Ratchet, I just had something else on my mind.

-You should be focused on where you are right now. Although I guess it's about Optimus right?

You were surprised to see that the doc bot had guessed it. Seeing your expression, he laughed at you a little.

-It's obvious, everyone at the base is aware of you… The truth is, we haven't seen Optimus happy with someone in millennia.

You sighed as I grabbed the tools and went to work on one of Ironhide's weapons.

-I don't understand his behavior lately… He's been acting so strange, I'm worried.

Ratchet cleared his throat as he became serious while forcing you to look at him with his digits on your chin - This business you should stay out of, y/n. He'll get over it, just try not to be alone with him.

You didn't understand why Ratchet gave you that advice you tried, he looked at you again - Believe me y/n, it's best to keep your distance from Optimus for now.

There was something you didn't understand about what was going on, you asked the rest of the Autobots about it, almost everyone gave you fuzzy answers about what was happening to the autobot leader, until you got to Ironhide who gave you another warning that left you even more surprised.

-Squishy, there are some things you shouldn't meddle with no matter how curious you are. Although if you solve your doubts I wish you luck so you can get out of it - said Ironhide

You were thoughtful about everything you had heard from the autobots, you missed Optimus since the last few months you had felt an attachment to the autobot leader that went beyond friendship with him. You admitted that you had fallen in love with that big guy with blue optics, his kindness, his authority and obviously his height and figure.

Although you were still curious about what was going on, you decided to follow the advice of the autobots not to be alone with the autobot leader for the time being. You were succeeding but every time you entered a room his gaze followed you everywhere. You literally felt like cat and mouse, there would come a time when cat would end up getting what he wanted even though you didn't know what.

Until one day when you were almost ready to leave because you had overstayed your welcome at the base, you heard a noise in the hangars.

Lennox and the military team explained to you that the farthest hangars of the base were for storage or special equipment for both autobots and humans. Something in your instincts told you that you should not go there but you decided to go out of curiosity, you opened the big door carefully, that place was dark so you stepped carefully not to touch anything dangerous.

Your nerves were on edge and the adrenaline was the only thing that kept you moving, you were getting closer to the source of the noise, at the same time you were seeing that there was smoke around, making this put you more alert than before, it was clear that you were not alone in this place.

You came to see a dim light at the back of the warehouse, it was difficult to pass with so many boxes around but you passed as you could. Finally you arrived carefully at the origin where you were surprised to see who was there.

It was Optimus, with his exhaust pipes producing smoke while on a large part of his body there was a pink liquid around his body.

You were about to approach to see if he was okay but you stopped when you heard him…

He was moaning?

He was at the same time rubbing what seemed to be his spike, while there was even more transfluid.

You remembered certain lessons that gave you some embarrassment from Ratchet. You were trying to remember but seeing the leader like that made you tingle. You shook your head it was clear you were not supposed to be here. You were going to tread carefully until you heard him moaning your name….

You tried to leave carefully until you bumped into one of the crates making a lot of noise.

-Who's there?" growled the autobot leader.

You tried to hide quickly only to feel a servo around your body. You closed your eyes, you were trembling at the sight.

-Look at me...

You opened your eyes to see how it was caressing you with its digits. - How long have you been here? - asked the autobot leader.

That tone made you shiver, it didn't seem like Optimus was the one he was talking to.

- I haven't seen anything, I'll leave without bothering...

-No... I've been avoiding this situation for the past few weeks, feeling jealous of the rest that came close to you and what hurts me the most is that you started avoiding me. My y/n... This time, you are going to stay by my side.

You didn't understand what was happening, until two of his fingers were touching your thighs making you shudder.

- You know how much I wanted you, your kindness and curiosity. Your smile, your beauty... and your figure. Oh Primus, my spike was begging to enter your body. To make you mine... I know you want it too

You moaned again, as you felt the pressure on your thighs... you were starting to feel hot I knew you should stop but at the same time you wanted to know where I wanted to go.

His optics were watching you seeing a smile on your face.

-Well I see that you agree....

Then you felt his glossa lick your neck and then kiss you while continuing the pressure on your thighs. Right now you were reacting to several streams of pleasure that you never thought was possible.

His digits removed your pants while he kept kissing you and you felt his glossa tasting your taste.

You moaned as you felt a digit around your entrance.

-I'm just preparing your body for the best part... let yourself go, my little one," he whispered in your ear as you felt his digit touching your insides moving up and down making you moan in different ways for the leader's pleasure while he whispered how much he wanted you, he loved you madly but at the same time he didn't want to scare you away.

You moaned again as you looked up at him.

- Then you too... - you said between moans as he digit around your walls.

-Yes... I love you and I need you...

You climaxed as he pulled out his digit and licked it. He smiled at you as you caught your breath. You thought you were going to rest but you saw he was bringing his spike closer.

-We're not done yet... I want to feel you more... Mine all mine

You were going to protest but you felt his spike enter inside of you and saw a big bulge through your body. He started to move slowly.

-You are so tight

As you gasped as you tried to take it, it overcame the digit. Once he adjusted to your body he began to move faster and faster and you both gasped at the same pace. He was about to climax, you fell in as he could.

-Wait I can't... ah! It's going to be too much.

-Ah! -Easy... i can't out! Ah! Oh Primus! - gasped Optimus as well.

You both climaxed as you felt your body fill with the transfluid.

Your belly completely swollen as he carefully removed his spike while some transfluid fell out.

-That was... Intense - you said while touching your belly - What happened to you?

Optimus kissed your forehead as he placed you close to his chest.

- We have heat cycles something your species would say in heat, I couldn't take it anymore.... I should have done it sooner though, my little one.

You smiled and I snuggled close.

-Then I won't move away next time.

Optimus chuckled and held you close.

You had learned a lesson from the heat cycles, something that was not to be the last time.

[sometimes-you-write]

[ Look at my DNI before interacting with my blog, please ]

[ Transformers Animated, human!reader ]

Reader: Well, aren't you smoking hot?

Optimus: I don't smoke though?

Reader: …

*later that day*

Optimus: Oh, Primus *covers his faceplate with his servos*

Ratchet: What?

Optimus: They were flirting with me.

Ratchet: …

Optimus: …

Ratchet: Congratulation, you're officially the last one to know.

[darkastarte]

[magnimoon]

MORE OPTILILY MOMENTS

I wanted to make a prequel before "Heather" becomes sober once more, she's right in the middle of it.

This is a prequel to this post

It got too popular, which motivated me to make an HD version

Now... I don't know what to do next, feel free to ask anything about my OC or the fanfic!

Here's the picture without the Tumblr text

[starspice-y]

Bedtime cuddles :)

[tinydefector]

IRON GIANT 2

Optimus prime x human

Warnings: none.

Word count: 2.3k

Is this becoming one of my favourite pieces? Yes, it is. So enjoy more of the dadimus agender.

Optimus prime Masterlist

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It's nearly a week later when the sound of little footsteps echo through the forest again. Optimus had taken to using the cave as a sanctuary, he was away from people, war and causing anymore harm; it was his peaceful spot to coexist with the life of earth. He had taken to watching his step a lot more. 

"Oppy!, Oppy!" The voice of the child calls out in the forest from different areas of the small meadow. Optimus onlined his optics slowly as familiar foot fall neared, accompanied by an eager call he had not expected to hear again so soon. Unfurling from his rest against the cave wall, he peered out into the dappled forest light just in time to see the youngling break into the clearing, they continued calling out. 

"Here, little spark," he rumbled gently, not wishing to startle. His chassis gave a rumble of quiet amusement as they raced over to grasp a digit in childish enthusiasm, peering up at him through delicate facial features wrought only for joy and new discovery. 

"Oppy! I knew I'd find you!" they declared proudly, patting his hand. Pars working, I come to play! You wanna see berris? I picked pretty colours for you!" Bright optics shone with innocent invitation, as if this massive metal being was not so different from the little one smiling up at him. 

Settling back with a faint creak, Optimus regarded them fondly. "I would be honoured to see your findings, little one." The child slowly rummages through their pockets pulling out crumpled flowers, berries, rocks and dirt, eagerly showing it to the Large bot who's hand they sit on. "Oh look, look! I drew this for you!" They exclaimed as they pulled out a drawing. It's a crude yet adorable child drawing of Optimus. "It's You!" They state proudly.

Optimus gingerly accepted the well-worn offering, optics crinkling with gentle humour and affection as he examined the unmistakably drawing of himself, however simplified.

"You have quite the artistic talent, little spark," he rumbled warmly, carefully stowing the drawing within his chassis to keep safe. "I shall treasure this." 

As they continued showing findings, however, his sensors pinged softly, noting the absence of their guardian. Brightening optics subtly scanned the trees, playing drones searching for any signs of the guardian... but none appeared. 

A faint thread of concern wove through his field. "Little one, where did you leave your carrier today?" he asked gently after a moment. "Oh, oh! Pars at home. Just the other side of the meadow!," another toothy grin spreads across their face. 

Optimus is more worried about the young child wandering off without their guardians knowledge, he slowly walks out into the sunlight with them in his hand. anxiety rising though his systems. They were too young yet to wander so freely alone in the forest unguided. 

Stepping carefully out into the dappled sunlight, he turned optics down to them and rumbled in his gentlest tones, "It is not safe for you to wander away from their carrier's care, little one. What if you stumbled upon dangers I was not near to help?." His voice is ever soft as he talks to them.  Shifting his hand, he lifted them up to optic level and tapped their tiny nose softly with a digit. "Let us return you home swiftly, less your guardian finds you missing." striding with utmost care and speed towards where he remembered the meadow lay. 

A set of eyes flicker up as they hear their loud steps, the crunching of branches and the loud voice of their child. They look up from working in a garden, planting vegetables. They look up worried for a second before seeing their child with the large red and blue robot. "Baby I told you, no going into the meadows without me!" They call out as they stand and begin walking towards Optimus. They are covered in a mix of soil, mulch and fertiliser. 

Optimus bowed his helm apologetically as the youngling's carrier approached with concern clear upon their features. Stopping a respectful distance away, he carefully lowered his hand and helped the little one slide to the ground between them. 

"Your child came to my shelter with gifts of drawings, yet when seeking their guardian’s presence I discovered them wandering alone and brought them swiftly back." He explains. 

They slowly check their child as they pull their cheek lightly. "No wandering without me baby, I mean it, what would have happened if Optimus wasn't there and you got hurt?" They ask the child. The little one just smiles at them without a care or worry. "Thank you Optimus, sorry they seem to have a skill with disappearing and finding trouble" they state with a sigh.

Optimus vented quietly, field radiating amusement. "No apology is needed," he rumbled gently. Turning down to the child now regarding him with less enthusiasm, he continued in a rumble barely louder than a murmur but meant only for young audials, "Your carrier speaks wisdom, little one. These forests hold wonders, but also perils for ones as small as you. Promise you'll not stray from home again, hmm?."

Rising once more to his full height, though still kneeling, he paused watching them together, there was something about this that made his spark ache. "Go have a bath bub" they state to their child giving them a quick kiss to the forehead. “ahhh par you are stinky!” They squeal and take off running into the house. "Bath!, bath!, bath!" They yell in excitement. It makes their parent sigh with a shake of their head. "Don't use all the Hot water!" They yell out.

Optimus' optics crinkled with gentle amusement as the child raced off squealing. his plating shifted in a subtle shrug. "Younglings possess a boundless energy and curiosity it appears," he rumbled. 

They slowly try wiping dirt off their face. "Can I get you anything, I'm not sure if you eat or drink but is there anything I can get you?"

"You know you don't have to stay in that cave, you're more than welcome to stay in the barn if you wish" they hum with a smile. For a moment Optimus was surprised by the thoughtful offer, not used to such easy generosity. His optics softened earnestly even as his sensors subtly noted details of the little homestead and its assorted life - taking in the moment watching the small farmhouse and barn, a small collection of many animals linger on the property.

"You are too kind," he rumbled gratefully. Although space within his plating felt... empty, lately, in ways repair and recharge did not mend. He lingers watching as They head inside, helping their child wash up. “ You know one of these days you're gonna get yourself in real trouble you know that kiddo” They huff as they scrub their back. Small giggles leave the child as they throw bubbles back. “But Oppy was out there I wanted to say hi!” They state. 

“and what would happen if he wasn't there, baby. You could have gotten hurt” they sigh. Slowly drying their kid off before letting them race around the house. Making dinner and getting them set for the night is a chore in itself. It's only when the phone rings do they let out a tired sigh, answering it. 

 "Yea, yea I can do that Murphy, I'll be in, in 30 just let me get dressed and put my kid to bed" they state. After the phone call they move around getting dressed quickly. "Baby I've gotta go to work, remember the rules about what to do if I'm not home?" They ask the child. "Mmhmm! I stay inside, lock the doors, don't answer for anyone but you, Par! Can Oppy stay and watch me please?" the little one asks with the biggest pleading eyes, still towelling off damp hair. "Please par? I promise to be good, and not wander, if Oppy watches till your home?" 

"I will ask him but you need to go to bed soon it's getting late" they state while pressing another kiss to their forehead. They are quickly out the door. "Sorry I've got to go to work, would you mind just watching them to make sure they don't wander" they ask softly to Optimus. As they head out to their car. 

"It is no trouble," he rumbled gently, bowing his massive helm in easy acceptance. Settling just outside where his pedes would not disturb soil, Optimus' optics dimmed in contentment as he slowly sank to sit beside the house. "Oppy, watch a movie?" They ask while moving the TV so Optimus can watch through the window. 

his optics flicker gently toward the tiny gaze regarding him through the transparent barrier. "As you wish, little one," he rumbled softly, dipping his chin in a nod. Adjusting his massive bulk carefully so as not to shake the dwelling's foundation, he folded his pedes aside and rested intake against powerful arms, 

 The starting of the movie, excitedly showing him the Iron Giant. “Look look its you!” they say excitedly while pointing to the metal man on screen. " He comes from space just like you!" They state excitedly. Orion's optics brightened keenly as the child excitedly guided his attention to images upon the screen, quickly parsing scenarios and recognizing similarities between fictional depiction and aspects of his own frame and past. 

"Fascinating," he rumbled softly. Looking down with a gentle tilt of helm to meet shining eyes gazing up at him in awe, his field pulsed with warmth. "It would seem he and i are in similar situations." 

Turning audio receptors attentively back to the story unfolding, great hands carefully gathered tiny one closer within his palm, sheltering them in one massive digit as together they watched adventures of the unlikely bond between alien visitor and human child unfold. 

As the movie plays on they continue explaining things to Optimus. The large bot focuses in as the movie shows a little boy saving the large bot from a power plant and how their friendship slowly evolves. It makes him see the parallel with his own situation. As it gets to the scene with the Deer, it makes Optimus' spark ache, remembering what had happened only a week ago when he had stepped on a deer. “ Ah I see why you refer to me as the Iron Giant” he states ever so softly.  Within some time the child is asleep on the couch. Optimus can feel the rain clouds rolling in and decides it's time to retreat into the barn for the night. Transforming down into his alt mode, systems powered down into minimal low-energy mode as the rains began. The little one had drifted into recharge as intended, and his duty for now was fulfilled.

It's a peaceful night until the thunder starts. Cries break through the air. Setting Optimus fuel lines a blaze with true terror hearing the child crying out.

Optimus systems roared instantly back to full alert status at the first crack of thunder and subsequent crying, Transforming smoothly and silently into root mode once more, he began querying sensors for signs of harm - but quickly pinpointed the source as the small one rightfully frightened by nature's fury. The small patterns of foot fall along the wet ground echo's as they run into the barn, meeting his blue optics in fear. 

 "Little one, it is alright. Its only the sky." Holding out palm upturned, 

"It's scary, it's after me!" They cry out.A pang of sorrow shot through Optimus core at the terror in those tiny words, and he responded without pause - tiny arms had barely reached him before he folded massive digits as gently as his construction allowed around them, lifting and tucking them close to his broad chestplate in a cradling hold.

"Shh, little one," he murmured, the steadfast thrum of his own mighty spark resonating against their frame. "The thunder cannot harm you, I promise." he leaned carefully back against the barn walls, free hand coming up to form a shelter around them as the storm raged on outside. "Listen to my sparkbeat," he whispered through the noise, They pull their stuffy and blanket closer. Pressing themself into Optimus’ chest flinching every time the loud thunder echoes in the distance. Snuggling closer to him hoping he will chase away the monster in the storm.

Optimus core ached anew at each flinch of tiny form against his own, Curving lithe digits ever-so-carefully around the little one and their favoured possessions, he cradled them close as any carrier would. 

 "Listen to my pulse, little spark," he murmured softly between cracks above, voice a low, calm anchor in the chaos. "No monster dares face a Prime. I have you." Dipping his helm, Optimus brushed a tender kiss of metal against their head, They eventually fell back asleep snuggled against his form. He powers back down. Locking his systems so that no harm would come to them by him moving in recharge.

When dawn's light broke anew over gentle fields, his core pulsed gratitude for the reminder that life went ever on, even in darkness' wake. And as tiny optics fluttered open to his calm regard once more, he knew true purpose and solace would await wherever innocence required shelter and guardians stood watch.

It's very early morning when they finally arrive home, drained as the head towards the door keys in hand. When they go to open the door only to discover it's unlocked. Cold fear runs through their veins, they move towards the barn with speed. Optimus systems powered alertly at the barn door's opening, yet he remained as still as possible, not wishing to disturb the little one's recharge. Lifting weary optics, A digit raised gently to his intake. “shhhh” he calls out softly. 

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Love’s Train

Optimus Prime x Quinn Harlow

Optimus Prime Masterlist

Fic on AO3

× SOULMATE AU ×

Summary: Ever since Quinn was little, she was different from her peers. See, most of her friends started getting their soul mark around 14, when they meet the person they’re supposed to be with for the rest of their life. At 18, she was a part of Cade Yeager’s little team of rebels when Quintessa tried to join Cybertron and Earth together and still had no soul mark. She was an inventor who helped create better weapons for Bumblebee, Drift, and Hound.

After the danger passed, she was chosen by the Autobots to be a representative of sorts with the humans. They wanted to co-exist as peacefully as possible with humans but that meant Quinn had to put her dreams of going to college on the backburner. The most peculiar thing about it was that when holding a council with the Autobots, her soul mark started to burn on her inner forearm. A deep blue in cybertronian font.

General Warnings: Smut, bayverse story oops, includes bumblebee (2018), definitely not good descriptions of Cybertronian customs, Optimus is barely in here oops.... college shenanigans.

ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR. FIVE. SIX. SEVEN. EIGHT. NINE. TEN.

[astraanti]

Yeap

One of my drawings of Optimus prime bayverse doing indecent things to my OC. :-)

NSFW +18

Mass displacement

[mskenway97]

11 with Optimus 👀

Oh ikko, this one came to me as a quick idea, I had another scenario prepared for a fic I wrote with Synth En

11. “Louder. Let me hear you.”

Warning: Size difference, valvelplug, g/t content, g/t, smut, oral

You only felt the movement of his digits on your body, making you feel shivers with every metallic touch he was giving you. You knew you couldn't run away, better to keep Optimus calm when he was under the Synth En effect. Those green optics were looking at your body, with a smug grin.

-Enjoying my attention? - Optimus said as his digit moved up to your thighs. You were trying to keep the moaning as controlled as possible since being in his room you didn't know if the rooms were soundproofed. But the heat in your legs was increasing and you were finding it harder and harder to stifle them. Optimus kept you lying on his bed as he watched your face keep the moans quiet.

-Are you afraid they'll hear us? It's just you and me," Optimus said as he teased your sex through your pants making it hard for you to stifle your moans and moved closer to your ear, "Give me what I want, I want to hear your voice so it stays stored in my processor. You gasped as you felt him pull your pants off and couldn't react fast enough to see his face and his glossa come closer to your sex.

-Wait, wait… - you said but as soon as you felt his glossa between your sex you shuddered and trembled as you moaned low. "Damn it, this way I can't…. "you thought to yourself as you felt the slower movement making. He moved his tongue away as you were trembling and gasping for breath looking at him somewhat confused as to why he stopped.

-Don't make me beg… louder. Let me hear you… For my sake…" said Optimus with a seductive tone and innocent optics. You sighed as long as you couldn't resist that look - Okay… Do it - you said while you saw that he didn't hesitate to do it and to feel his glossa faster. You started to moan louder, making him smile as he continued. To the point that he felt your climax, hearing his name. Leaving you shaking as he pat your head.

- You have done well, my human… - Optimus said as you sighed as you thought you were going to rest but it wasn't until you heard his interface system open. You knew what that meant, you were in for a long night.

[prowlspaparazzi]

NSFW, size k!nk, fem human, no-named mech bc i'm a slut for too many of em but i had certain autobots in mind | minors dni

Imagine u and ur fav mech fucking for the first time, they're trying so hard to go slow but struggling because of how good your walls feels, squeezing and stretching all around him. He's trying to make sure you're not hurt while you're whining for more. He wants so badly to give in and give you instant gratification but he's putting your comfort above all else, his huge spike being swallowed by your body.

He can hardly find the strength to pull himself out to push back in. So his thrusts become a little quick, pushing in deep and slow, pulling out quick so he can feel more of you. He runs a cool metallic servo up your back, making you shiver from the contact. His voice calls out to you, with that small digital tone in it, "You doing okay?"

You nod, small tears of pleasure in your eyes. This was finally it. No more barely adequate thighfucking. You called out his designation, and added, "please keep going..." In a quiet yet frantic tone. It took all this mech's strength not to use you like a fleshlight then and there. He kissed your hand, dwarfed in size by his, to satiate the urge to use you. He knows you'd like to be used, but he likes having you safe and out of medbay. His hips are careful, but they find a rhythm. He holds your hip in one hand and the other clenching the corner of the berth underneath.

Being inside a human felt like pure heaven. Your juices coating his spike to take more of him in. He pushed deeper, and let out a soft grunt of satisfaction. He leaned back, looking at your nude body laying on his berth. This was unprecedented. Completely new territory between human and autobot. But it was already so addicting. His digits squeezed at your thigh, and felt the skin squish and slightly twitch in his grasp. He couldn't hold back the small smile forming on his face.

You whined, bringing him back out of thoughts, and reached your hands out to him. He knew you wanted him over you again. You enjoyed the feeling of being safe underneath him. And he enjoyed he made you feel safe. His hips find a steady rhythm fucking you, and he listens to your breathy noises underneath him. Neither of you had climaxed yet, but he knew he was gonna want to do this again soon.

[imagine-darksiders]

Transformers Prime: Optimus X Reader. Chapter 2.

The Letdown.

Part 1

Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Family, Optimus is a big, overprotective worry-wort with a soft spot for humans, Reader has more issues than Vogue.

Let me know if you'd be interested in a part 3 :]

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Optimus has always been an honest mech. Even before he was bestowed with the Matrix of Leadership, Orion-wet-behind-the-audials-Pax was about as good at carrying a lie as Miko is at keeping herself out of trouble.

Not much changed after Orion became a Prime.

Deception never came easily to him. Frank and truthful in all he does, there are times when even the principled leader of the Autobots has to concede that sometimes, deceit is a regrettable, but unavoidable necessity.

That doesn’t mean he’s grown better at it though.

Lying, in any capacity, makes the stoic and unflinching mech feel as if his glossa has been dipped in a coat of lead. To his own audial receptors, the insubstantial white-lie he’d coaxed you with sounded clumsy, even stilted – just two more things unbefitting of a Prime.

The Matrix had bucked inside his chassis when he fabricated the story that convinced you to accept his assistance. It had, however, quickly settled down after Optimus reminded himself that this was a lie borne from the best of intentions.

He may be the most fastidious in following his own self-set rule to remain incognito on Earth, but even a stickler like him could hardly ignore a human in need.

And you were in need, he reflects as he tentatively adjusts his rear-view mirror, angling it towards your face as surreptitiously as he can.

The memory of your desolate, beaten expression is bruised right into the forefront of his processor, where it’s sure to remain for some time to come. Bathed in the dim glow of his headlights, you’d stared up at his grill with the same frightened trepidity of a doe peering down the barrel of a hunter’s gun. You’d approached his open door with such caution, your tiny yet vital pulse rabbiting inside the veins and vessels that pump precious blood through your fragile, little body.

You were afraid of him, and it would be remiss of the great Prime to deny that the realisation had plucked at a tender node running through his spark-chamber.

It felt like a rejection.

‘Really, Optimus?’ He can almost hear Arcee’s cool, bemused ribbing now. ‘One human doesn’t like you, and suddenly your self-esteem takes a hit?’

She’d be right to tease him, of course. A Prime ought to be above such concerns.

Yet still…

A human had needed help, and Optimus’s very presence – once described as a comfort by Jack when the boy thought he couldn’t hear – was enough to almost instil a fear in you so profound, you’d have sooner braved the cold emptiness of a desert and your own exhaustion than accept his aid.

Optimus eases his engine to a constant, steady hum as he drives down Highway 49, his weary passenger secured inside his alt mode. Distantly, he notes how some of his custodial protocols have settled back to lay dormant amongst his codes once again, the same protocols that rear their heads like spitting cobras whenever he sees one of the children in danger.

But for now, there is no danger, and so, contented, the Prime allows himself to cruise at a lax pace towards the distant, twinkling lights appearing on the dark horizon.

Jasper.

You mentioned that your journey ends at the dairy pastures out towards the East of town, where well-watered fields of grass are nestled beneath the shadows cast by enormous, twisting rock spires.

But why are you heading there in the first place?

The silence inside his cab starts to grow stifling. And although the quiet doesn’t bother him in the least, Optimus is conscious of your bouncing leg, and the small, quivering fingers kneading anxiously around the straps of the bag you’ve yet to remove.

It doesn’t look heavy… The note you left on the window of your truck claimed that the vehicle is all you have, and he has no doubt that what little else you might call yours is tucked safely within the leather rucksack that’s currently pinned between your spine and Optimus’s seat.

It may not look heavy, but neither does it look particularly comfortable.

Beneath the shell of armour and metal parts concealing his face, Optimus feels his brow plates twitch in their attempt to furrow gently towards one another.

“Perhaps you’d-“ he starts, only to hurriedly cut the feedback to his voice box when you promptly go rigid against his seat, your drooping, crimson-tinted eyes flying open to roll around his cabin like a spooked equine mammal. “My apologies,” he amends contritely, letting his voice drop to such an unobtrusive pitch, it almost mingles with the purr of his engine, “I only meant to tell you, there is ample room in the footwell for your belongings…”

Leaving an indicative silence in his wake, Optimus regards you curiously as you tighten your grip on the tattered, leather straps slung over your shoulders, though your gaze does flick down to survey the space around your shoes.

You may have traded your name for his, but it’s clear you’re still wound up tighter than a coiled spring.

“Oh,” you eventually murmur, and he’s pleased to see your white-knuckle grasp go slack.

As you begin to slowly slide the bag from your shoulders, every movement stiff and uncertain, Optimus nonetheless lets out an approving hum and returns his senses to the road ahead, though his focus remains almost entirely on the soft speck of warmth shifting around in his passenger seat.

Not for the first time, Optimus is struck by how much larger cybertronians are than humans. Even when you lean forwards and lower your rucksack down towards his footwell, his sensors barely register your presence.

At least your weight is more substantial than Rafael’s, he muses.

Once, during a rare but pleasant occurrence in which he was the only bot available to shuttle their tiniest member from school to the Base, Optimus had tried – and failed – to refrain from checking that the boy was still safely strapped in his passenger seat every ten nanoclicks.

Giving his engine a rev to shake himself from the memory, Optimus speaks again, mindful to keep his volume low this time. “May I ask you something, Y/n?”

He watches as you finally relinquish your hold on the bag, letting it drop with the utmost care into the space by your feet. “Of course,” you say genially, turning less and less guarded as the warmth of his cab envelopes you, beckoning you towards a much-needed rest.

“What brings you to Jasper?”

Small talk is hardly Optimus’s forte, but the nature of your unfortunate circumstances had shifted something deep within his spark and left it murmuring unhappily behind his colossal chassis.

Oblivious to the Prime’s concern, you cast another doleful glance towards the driver’s side, leaning back until your shoulders just barely ghost the fabric of your seat. “Only business, I’m afraid,” you offer, vaguely, “Nothing exciting. What about you? Are you based out here?”

“I am,” your mysterious driver responds just as concisely before he swings the topic back around to you, much to your dismay, “But this… Terry-“ He says the name as if it’s entirely foreign to him, like a word in another language that he isn’t sure how to pronounce. “-Is he a friend of yours?”

Puffing out your cheeks, you raise a hand, pivoting it lazily from side to side. “Not exactly…�� you eke out. After a moment mulling it over further, you let your hand flop down into your lap again with a sigh. “Actually, no, not at all. He’s barely an acquaintance. I’ve only spoken to him once over the phone when he called to offer me a job.”

Optimus is too slow to mute the heavy hum that rolls through him, reverberating across his cabin and up through your seat.

You must pick up on his apprehension because you quirk one corner of your lips and exhale through a humourless chuckle. “I know… Ironic, isn’t it? I didn’t want to hop in a stranger’s truck, but I’ll travel all the way to Nevada to work for a guy I’ve spoken to once.”

Inwardly, Optimus fights back a frown. Soon enough, his cab is once again filled by his rich, mellow tone, just a few iotas shy of admonishing. “I assume you must have had a good reason for coming here.”

At that, you bark out a slightly louder harrumph. “I have a reason,” you admit before dropping your voice and tugging your brows together until they pucker at the middle of your forehead, gazing solemnly out through the windscreen, “Still haven’t figured out if it’s a good one or not…”

Frowning at the distant lights of Jasper, you miss the way the semi’s rearview mirror twitches microscopically to bring you into centre-frame.

The Prime casts his hidden optics discreetly over your strained expression.

Jaw cinched tight… Hands curled rigidly over your knees. Your whole frame is hunched in on itself, shoulders lifting towards your ears as if you mean to hide between them…

He doesn’t need to scan your vitals to know that your amygdala has just kicked itself up a gear.

You’re scared. And this time, something tells him that he isn’t the cause.

“Perhaps,” he starts slowly, waiting for you to unclench your jaw in response to his voice, “I could offer a third-party perspective.”

Snorting quietly, you reply, “To help me work out if I’m doing the wrong thing?”

“It may ease your troubles to share them,” he offers considerately, having to override the urge to send a soothing stroke through your EM field – or lack thereof.

Sometimes, Optimus finds himself stumped for how to connect with humans on the same level as he can Cybertronians. It’s through no fault of their own, nor his. It simply comes down to a difference in biology.

With the latter, he can so clearly convey a feeling or notion through the electrical impulses cast out by his matrix, and the spark housing it.

Oftentimes, he’ll have to brush his field against Ratchet’s when the agitated medic starts kicking out frustration and, so often, despair. He more frequently does the same to Bumblebee if ever the youngling grows despondent from Rafael’s absence. Arcee’s bouts of fury at the Decpticons, and Bulkhead’s ferocious protectiveness over Miko… Prime has felt it all, brought them into his field, and countered with a presence intended to calm and reassure without having to offer a single word.

But humans… They’re more difficult to soothe.

He has to go by tone and expression alone. The children are easier to read, but adults are a different story; masters at hiding their truest and most vulnerable thoughts behind facades they’ve had years to perfect.

How often has he caught himself trying to wrap Jack, Miko and Raf up inside his solicitous EM field before he remembers they’re human children, not sparklings? They can’t feel his energies like a Cybertronian would.

But regardless, he hopes they know that despite maintaining a poised and collected exterior, Optimus has a spark that’s familiarised itself well with their own, precious heartbeats.

He’s pulled from his musings by your soft, sardonic laugh. “What’re you gonna charge me the going rate of a therapist?” you joke, giving the empty driver’s seat a wry smile.

“I would never dream of charging you for anything,” he insists at once, so sincere that you think he either missed the joke entirely or he’s trying to bulldoze through your defences simply by being nice.

“Good,” you hum, “Because I couldn’t afford a minute of time with a therapist, let alone a whole session. Spent the last of what I had on fuel just to get here.”

“If you require financial aid,” Optimus tells you resolutely, “I would be happy to provide it.”

There are responses you’d expect to hear, and then there are those that make you choke on your own spit.

Lurching upright in your seat, your brows shoot up towards your hairline and you whip your torso around to gawk at the invisible driver. “What!?” you all but blurt, throwing an arm out to steady yourself against the dashboard. “What the- What!?”

The vehicle around you seems to churr apologetically.

“Ah… forgive me,” Optimus hedges, sounding uncharacteristically contrite, “Have I offended you?”

Blinking in rapid succession, you flap your mouth open and closed wordlessly for a few seconds, reeling your heat back up from the bottom of your shoes. “Wh-I… No,” you stammer at last, shaking your head, “No, no. I’m not offended, I’m just..”

Cutting yourself off to huff out an incredulous laugh, you press a few fingers to your temple, rubbing at it tenderly. “Christ, you’re a hoot, Optimus.”

A quick search on the internet only serves to baffle Optimus further. And as he attempts to make the connection between himself and a nocturnal bird of prey, you drag a hand down your face and let out another disbelieving little chuckle.

“Scooping me up in the dead of night, and now you’re offering me money… People will talk.”

Flicking the information on Strigiformes from his HUD, Optimus politely returns his attention to you and asks, “Is it unusual to offer money to those in need?”

“Not if that they’re a charity,” you clarify, the smile on your face turning limp as you shoot his seat a glare that lacks any kind of heat, “I’m not a charity, Optimus. I’m just an idiot who can’t keep a job.”

The truck’s engine suddenly kicks out a guttural growl just as it’s driver firmly states, “You are far from an idiot, Y/n. And… my offer still stands.”

“An offer I’m afraid I’ll have to respectfully decline,” you counter, though the frown on your face is slowly being replaced by a tentative smile, “Look, I appreciate the offer. I do. But you’re already going above and beyond to help someone you don’t know. If you keep being so nice to me, I’ll start thinking you came from the sky!”

All of a sudden, the semi’s brakes dip, only a little, barely enough to jostle you from your seat, but enough that you hastily glance out the windscreen to see if he had to slow for an obstruction in the road.

In the background, Optimus’s speakers give a burst of static before he forces out, “I don’t… The sky?”

“Yeah,” you answer blithely, “You know, like an angel.”

A hush falls over the cab as Optimus processes your words. After a time, the only think of any substance he can come up with is a soft, considering, “Oh…”

The same quiet settles itself over your shoulders, weighing them down, and you start to wonder if you’ve inadvertently insulted your mysterious driver by rejecting his offer too harshly. Before you can open your mouth to try and salvage your standing with him however, he clears his throat and utters, “You flatter me.”

“Do I?” you ask, sinking back into the seat and turning to peer out of the window, glad he doesn’t sound affronted, “Sorry if I seem out of practice, you’re the first person I’ve spoken to in… in a while.”

Optimus goes silent again, leaving you to listen to the rumble of his semi’s tyres travelling over the tarmac for several, lonely moments until he speaks again.

“You’re lonely,” he deduces, so gently and so condolingly that something in your chest gives a squeeze. Then, once again, just as you take a breath to protest his assumption, he asks, “Y/n? Why did you leave your home to come here?”

“… Ah…” Sucking a breath through your teeth, you sit up, lifting your back off the comfortable seat, much to Optimus’s private dismay, “Well, that’s… that’s a long and boring story,” you try to laugh.

As if in response, the truck slows down a few notches until the needle hovers over the forty mark. “I’ll wager it isn’t boring at all,” he prompts, “And I’m not going anywhere.”

The tension in your brows starts to cause an ache, and you stuff your teeth into your bottom lip to distract yourself. “It really is a classic,” you chuckle, wholly intent on brushing his concern aside, “You’ve probably heard it a hundred times before. Straight from the runaway’s handbook.”

Softly, the strange but kind man chides you. “Y/n…”

A lump starts to form in your throat but you force another laugh through it, pulling your chin from your knuckles to aim a look over your shoulder, hoping that his cameras don’t pick up your quivering lip. “Wait… Are you actually a therapist?” you joke, “Is that your day job?”

“Please?”

With a single word, your mouth snaps shut.

Swallowing, you try to bristle defensively, wishing you weren’t so hatefully tired and vulnerable that a simple ‘please’ could knock down a wall of indifference. “Come on, Optimus,” you scoff weakly, “I’m not about to offload my baggage onto a stranger. And we both know you’re not really interested.”

Unheard by you, a strong puff of hot air blasts from the semi’s smokestacks.

“I am loathe to contradict you, youngling,” he retorts, briefly throwing you off with the unusual word, “But I am interested. If you are in some sort of trouble-?“

At once, your spine turns stiff and you cut him off with a scowl, snapping waspishly, “-Who says I’m in trouble?”

Somehow, when he falls silent this time, he manages to exude an air of mild objurgation, and you can’t help but feel like a teenager again, slinking home well after midnight to find your parents still up and waiting for your return.

The comparison humbles you, takes some of the wind out of your ruffled sails.

Optimus’s pointed silence sinks over the cab like a thick, cumbersome blanket, too itchy. You want to throw it off.

Sullen, you swivel yourself back to face the window and lean your forehead against the cool glass, frowning out at the silver-soaked desert drifting by. Your mysterious stranger’s semi drives so smoothly, you can’t even feel the bumps.

But you can feel Optimus’s eyes upon you… somehow, as though he’s just waiting for you to make the next move.

Shifting in your seat, you stubbornly ignore the awkward silence, but it isn’t long before that awkwardness evolves into a kernel of guilt that embeds itself under your ribcage.

Here’s a man who so far, has been nothing but cordial and helpful to you. Hell, even downright generous. All he’s asked of you in return is to hear your reason for being here.

And what did you do?

You threw his – likely genuine – interest back in his proverbial face.

But to tell him…-

‘-Oh, don’t be so melodramatic,’ you scold yourself, ‘You’re not that exciting. You could have been through far worse, after all.’

Resisting the impulse to groan aloud, you knock your forehead gently against the window, considering.

For his part, Optimus doesn’t press you, he doesn’t clear his throat or try to change the subject, he just… waits.

And finally, alongside a great heave of your chest and a woebegone sigh, his patience is rewarded.

“You ever feel… like…” Squinting, you work the sentence over in your mouth before pushing it past reluctant teeth, “Like you’re not living up to everyone’s expectations?”

If you had any idea who you’d just asked that question of, you might have realised what the sudden lurch of his engine means.

Chalking it up to the truck changing gears, you peel yourself away from the window and stare down at your lap, fingers absently fiddling with one another. “It’s like… Okay, so, you know how people around you always say, ‘just try your best, that’s all you can do?”

When it becomes clear that you’re actually poised, expecting an answer, Optimus ventures a careful, “I have heard that many a time, yes.”

“And you want to try your best for them, right? You want to be a better person?”

“Of course,” he says far more easily, only to hesitate when you go still and your face crumples.

“But… you don’t want it badly enough...” you eke out slowly.

“…I’m sorry?”

“You don’t want it badly enough to actually put any effort into being that person, you know?”

This time, Optimus doesn’t offer a response.

You almost want to smile. Of course he doesn’t know. Look at him. Picking up a random stranger in the night to drive you where you need to go, offering a sympathetic ear to listen to your troubles, offering money when you tell him you lost your job… If he put effort into being better, they’d have to make him a Saint.

“I wasn’t… giving my best,” you finally sigh at the centre console, “At my job, at home… I knew I wasn’t giving my best, and I didn’t try to. I had everyone fooled into thinking that what I was giving them was all I had…. But it wasn’t…”

Suddenly, your eyes blur over with stinging, salty tears, and you duck your head at once, frowning angrily at yourself, “Not even close.”

Optimus murmurs your name, but you can’t bear to let him try and say anything kind to you now, not when you’ve just plucked at such a tender wound, and kindness would only rip the scab off sooner than you’re ready to let it bleed.

“I was, um… I was late to work one morning at my old job,” you clear your throat, sweeping a finger roughly under your eyelid, “Overslept. That was grounds for firing me. Lost my apartment because I couldn’t make the rent anymore… When I eventually bit the bullet and went home to tell dad, he…”

Your voice fades out, clogged by the memory of that day so many weeks ago, another in a long line of disappointments you’d walked over your parents’ welcome mat.

But Optimus is still waiting, still reserving his judgement until you finish, so you take a breath, remind yourself that all of this is nobody’s fault but your own, and continue. “I think… it was slowly killing my father to see his kid wasting a perfectly good life instead of being the person he thought I’d become.”

You try so hard to remain aloof, but the late hour, the solitary journey, this stranger’s amicable nature… Something akin to a shard of glass wedges its point under the soft tissue of your heart.

And jabs.

Suppressing a wince, you plaster nonchalance into a shrug and sniff, “So, I figured if he couldn’t see me, like at all, he might… be happier.” It’s hard to admit, just as it was when you made the decision to leave your house that night and set out to find your own way in the great, wide world.

Finally, just as the semi drives past a large, green sign that reads ‘Jasper city limits,’ Optimus’s voice rumbles through the speakers.

“You left your home,” he begins slowly, “Because you thought you might disappoint your father?”

Close.

You left because you knew you already had.

Not just him either.

Partnerless, childless, you’ve been drifting through life by yourself on the path of least resistance, and every year, you grow older, and you watched your mother and father grow older too.

Leaning your head back against the seat, you nearly let your eyes slip shut before remembering you’re supposed to be staying awake, pinning them open to peer up at the blue light reflected off a dark ceiling.

“… Does he at least know where you are?”

You smile sadly, rolling your neck around to your other shoulder and giving the empty driver’s seat a heavy-lidded blink. “He knows I’ll be okay.”

Just then, the seatbelt seems to grow ever so slightly tauter around you, just enough that you can feel it press against your abdomen, but so briefly that you can’t be sure it isn’t your chest hitching.

“He must be worried about you,” Optimus prompts.

Shrugging, you turn back to face the window. “Like I said, he knows I’ll bounce back. I… usually do. I mean I have done so far.”

Another disquieted hum trickles out of the speakers.

“That’s why I had to get to the dairy tonight,” you sniffle, blinking hard as the truck passes beneath the first street-light, bringing you safely within the city outskirts, “I have to make sure Terry thinks I’m worth keeping on as a farm-hand. If I’m late on my first day and he decides I’m not worth it…”  Your hands ball into clenched fists in your lap and you grit your teeth, determined not to let your misty eyes spill all over Optimus’s seats.

“I need this job,” you croak, more to yourself now than your invisible listener, “Not sure how many bounces I’ve got left in me.”

This time, you’re certain the seatbelt tightens. You even spare it a glance when it doesn’t slacken again, and you force your fists apart to slide your fingers beneath the fabric, gently working it loose.

Optimus is barely aware of your touch. “You should try to contact your father,” he says at last, “I’m certain that if he hears of your circumstances, and learns why you left and where you are, he’ll be able to help you.”

He watches you blink, frowning suddenly and sitting up to give his side of the cab a baffled look. Slowly, your expression opens up as a realisation dawns on you, one not yet privy to the mech.

“Oh,” you say, mildly surprised, “You think it was only my decision to leave.”

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Optimus doesn’t know which is worse.

That you could feel like such a burden to your family, you thought leaving would make them happy.

Or the fact that your family had done nothing to stop you from walking out the door.

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There aren’t a great many things that a Prime is permitted to regret.

That does not, however, make them incapable of regret. Only the admission of it.

By the time Optimus’s gargantuan tyres turn onto the long, sandy driveway of Terry’s Dairy, he realises he’s added one more contrition to his ever-growing list. He’s gone behind your back, turned a blind optic to your wishes and invaded your privacy in a way that made the matrix in his chassis squirm and howl.

But it’s all he could think to do for you at short notice, he laments, short of carting you back to the silo and ensuring you get some proper rest. Ratchet would probably take one look at your vitals and order a week of inactivity. Then he’d likely tear Optimus a new finial for bringing yet another human into their fold.

It would be counterproductive, he supposes. After all, the Decepticons aren’t aware of your existence, and affiliating yourself with the Autobots will only paint a target on your back.

No, leaving you here is for the best, he reasons, though he resolves to avoid going behind your back again in the future.

He also resolves to make the drive up to the pastures part of his weekly patrol… Not for any particular reason – it’s possible the Decepticons also prowl along these old roads… And if, on his way by, he happens to cast a glance over and see you, well… All the better.

“Are you certain you’ll be alright?” he asks for the umpteenth time as he trundles to a stop in front of a modest, wooden farmhouse, his headlights bathing the little white porch in their dazzling glow.

Giving a jovial roll of your eyes, you haul your rucksack out of the footwell and reach down to press the seatbelt release, having to jab at it with your thumb a few times before it eventually relents and lets go of the metal buckle.

“Don’t you worry about me,” you tell him stoutly as you reach for the door handle. That too, you struggle to open, tugging at it with no success until the lock promptly goes ‘click’ and the door swings open of its own accord.

Clicking your tongue at the temperamental tech, you arduously slide yourself from the seat and swing the rucksack over a shoulder, climbing backwards down the steps. “You just worry about getting this truck in tip-top shape. Sounded like the engine had a mind of its own.”

Dropping the last foot to the ground, your knees threaten to buckle, but you manage to remain upright, stepping back to smile up into the cab before the door tugs itself shut.

Right on cue, the semi’s idling engine lets out a noisy rev, instantly drawing a laugh out of you.

“Ha!” you grin, “Yeah, just like-”

You’re promptly interrupted by an unexpected commotion from the house.

Whipping your head towards the porch, you let out a yelp as the screen door suddenly bursts open, and from the darkness comes barrelling a short, stocky man wearing nothing but a pair of pyjama shorts, a single shoe, and a ferocious snarl.

But most alarmingly of all, is the shiny, side-by-side shotgun held aloft in his arms, the stock braced against his shoulder and one, keen eye staring straight down the sights.

All the moisture in your mouth dries up when you realise those long, glinting barrels are aimed directly at you.

“What the-!?” is all you can bleat out.

Without a moment’s warning, the truck beside you roars to life and suddenly lurches forwards on its wheels, thrusting itself like a wall of metal into the space between you and the gun-toting farmer.

“Wh- Optimus!” you exclaim, trying to stand on your toes to fruitlessly see over the semi’s grill. “Terry!? Is that you!?”

“I told you sons of bitches,” the incensed man hollers, “F’I ever caught you tryn’a mess with my cows again, I’d-!”

“Terry!” Stepping sideways, you attempt to move around Optimus’s semi, only for the truck to roll forwards, keeping you hidden safely behind its bumper.

“Optimus, stop it,” you hiss, planting a palm on the warm, thundering hood and darting around the front of his truck, too quickly for him to move forwards again lest he squash you beneath his radiator.

Lifting your voice, you hurriedly call out, “Terry, i-it’s me! Y/n? We spoke on the phone! About the job!”

You’re met with a stunned silence as you manage to skirt around to the other side of the semi’s bumper, keeping your hand on the metal as if that alone could keep the ten-tonne machine at bay.

Finally, ‘Terry’ comes into view, and for a brief, terrifying moment, you meet his steely glare through the sights.

Then, just as swiftly, he blinks, and the gun drops almost at once, his face bursting open in surprise. “Y/n? That you, kid?” he calls.

The palpable relief almost brings you to your knees. Taking your hand off the truck’s grill, you step forwards, eyeing the gun warily as it dangles at the farmer’s side. “Yeah, it’s me… Sorry.”

“Goddammit, Kid! You about gave me a damn heart attack!”

“I gave you a heart attack!?” Expelling a shaky breath, you card your fingers through your messy hair and add, “Jesus, Terry. Was the gun really necessary?”  

There’s a line of sweat beading on the farmer’s wispy brow as he flicks his gaze between you and the revved-up truck lurking behind you. After a moment of squinting, he returns his eyes to you. “Can’t be too careful,” he grunts, “This old thing ain’t even loaded. Just use it to scare away some damn kids who’ve been comin’ round here and spookin’ up my herds.”

True to his word, Terry breaks the shotgun’s barrels, flipping the gun around in his hands to show you the empty chambers.

At that moment, as if he’d been waiting to determine that the danger had passed, Optimus puts his semi in reverse, rolling it backwards over the sand as you turn to watch him leave, absently raising a hand to wave farewell as he turns the truck around.

Just before he does, the semi’s headlights blink once, then twice, on and off, a farewell in his own right, before its wheels carry it around in the spacious yard and it begins to drive, leaving the way it had come, back up the lonely, sand-choked track.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Terry breathes, draping a wrist over his forehead and letting out an incredulous chuckle, “The Angel…” Tearing his eyes off the truck’s retreating taillights, he stares over at you, mouth crooked into a lopsided grin. “How the Hell’d you get a ride with the goddamn Angel?”

“I’m sorry,” you sputter, eyelashes flickering in disbelief, “Angel?”  

Terry’s expression morphs from giddy excitement to a wistful, faraway gaze. “The Angel of Highway Forty-Nine,” he says breathlessly, his eyes sharpening once again as he turns them back onto you, “He’s a legend. Just showed up one day in that big ol’ truck of his. Noone knows who he is or where he came from! A ghost, that’s what folks say, who drives his rig up and down the roads around Jasper. Never stoppin’ for gas. Never gettin’ to where he’s goin.”

Suddenly, his demeanour shifts again, and he closes the distance between you, lowering his voice conspiratorially and lifting his hand up to his mouth as if to shield the words from prying ears. Though the only ears you can see are those of the cows watching sleepily from their barn, no doubt awoken by the ruckus. “I know folks who swear, when they drive past him on the road, they look, but not one of ‘em has ever seen a person behind that windscreen!”

“Oh my,” you return, feigning intrigue with a tired expertise, “That’s spooky. But… maybe the glass is just tinted?”

Terry leans backwards out of your bubble, spreading his arms wide and pursing his lips. “Maybe,” he concedes, only to immediately drop his arms again, and you watch in mild concern as his face splits into a wide, borderline-manic grin, “Or maybe… He’s an alien, and that big rig there?” He points the barrel of his shotgun down the farm track at the spot where Optimus had disappeared. “That’s his craft.”

…. Ah.

Paying dutiful attention, you follow his line of sight, eyebrows high on your head and a carefully pensive gaze laid bare for Terry to see.

“His craft?” you echo, “You mean like a spaceship?”

The old farmer’s face lights up and his eyes zero in on you like a car salesman who’s just spotted a clueless customer stumbling into his showroom.

It took twenty minutes for Terry to show you to the little annex you’d be living in from now on. And only another five for you to thank him profusely for giving you this chance, bid him goodnight, shuck off your shoes and rucksack and finally, finally flop face-first onto the bed. A real bed. With pillows and sheets and a blanket. Not the bed of an old pickup truck and a coat tossed over your legs for warmth.

Rolling onto your back, you splay your arms out on either side of you, sending a tiny smile up at the ceiling.

“Alien… Ha,” you laugh softly. Terry’s a character. Decent enough, but the scent of stale beer and hops lingering on his breath when he leaned in close stole some of the credence from his theory.

Now, Angel… you can get behind. Optimus had shown up right when you needed him, after all, even if you couldn’t see it for yourself at the time.

Ah, but Optimus is the good sort. And good sorts tend to drift to where they’re needed, helping out wherever they can. You’re not the good sort. You just muddle on through and go wherever you can, helping out where your help is invited.

You resolve to bite the bullet and just check how much is in your current account. See if you’ve got enough in there to hire a tow, or a friendly farmer with a tractor and a rope…

The passcode screen flicks away, and you’re left blinking tiredly at the figure on top of the page.

You blink once.

Then again, harder.

Then you promptly drop the phone onto the bed with a soft ‘whump.’

Snatching it back up, you gape at the screen, drop it again, then throw your hands over your mouth in abject horror.

There must be some mistake. You’re dreaming, you fell asleep, and this is a dream, surely to god!?

A third check yields the same results, and once again, you toss the phone away from you to the foot of the bed, staring after it as if it might come alive at any moment.

No matter how hard you squeeze your fingernails into your scalp, you can’t wake up from whatever twisted fantasy you’ve stumbled into.

The numbers and words are burned into your retinas, flashing dimly every time you blink.

‘$10,000 has been added to your account.’