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PLEASE I LOVE THIS FATHER DAUGHTER MOMENT WITH MIC (my oc) AND OPTIMUS

To Be a Father

A/N: I am pleasantly surprised at how well this turned out, and I must say I believe it to be one of the best that I’ve written! Hopefully you’ll think the same, haha.

Happy Father’s Day to all you dads out there. You rock. <3

Title: To Be a Father

Summary: Optimus spends the day with you by the lake.

Words: 3048

It wasn’t often that Optimus Prime got a day off from his duties, but when he did, each time was more likely than not going to be spent with you. In previous years it had proved quite difficult to do so, as you had school to attend and lived with your family in an entirely different state, but as soon as you turned eighteen you took up an apprenticeship at NEST. Your brother, Sam, had also been offered one, but apparently he much preferred the quiet life as opposed to you, who took up the aspiration to somehow be involved in the military as soon as all things Cybertron came to Earth. Of course, Optimus adored the extra time he got to have with you, but he vaulted straight into what Will and Epps had dubbed his ‘Daddy Mode’ any time something even partially dangerous cropped up and completely refused when you asked to join him. You still shivered at how mad he’d been that one time when he’d discovered how you’d sneaked out of the Base to follow him and the other ‘Bots… granted, he’d only discovered you because a Decepticon had somehow managed to slice through your upper arm, and that was most likely the reason why he’d been so mad and refused even more from thereon after… but, still. You’d joined for the whole military experience, and that certainly wasn’t what you were receiving. 

It had come as somewhat of a shock at the beginning when Optimus began to act as though he were your father. After all, who could get used to seeing a robot look after a human as though she were his own? Nevertheless, that shock had subsided almost five years ago. Now, it would be a surprise if the alien Commander didn’t treat you as he did. Everyone had accepted it, and it was practically custom at the Base to expect nothing less than Optimus being the one they go to when something concerned you.

He was your guardian, no doubts about it, and neither of you would have it any different.

“I can’t throw this to you!”

Lake Chelan was beautiful on a summer’s day. The cool, blue-grey water glistened in the evening sun, dancing on the the small ripples of waves as they glossed over the surface. The trees surrounding it rustled in the warm breeze, leaves toppling off and floating down to the grassy ground where they lay surrounded by wild flowers and mounds of dew-dropped blades of emerald.

Both you and Optimus had first visited it when exploring the new Headquarter’s surroundings in Washington. Thankfully, it had been winter at the time, so the place had been empty enough that nobody noticed the thirty-two foot alien robot trekking through the trees with a human sitting on his right shoulder, and the two of you had been able to explore as thoroughly as possible. It must have been on the third trip to the lake that you’d stumbled - and quite literally at that. Optimus had tripped over a fallen log and barrelled straight through a rather large canopy of trees and bushes - across what you’d since dubbed your ‘secret hideaway’. It was a beautiful area of the lake which had seemed pretty undisturbed, housing all sorts of creatures that unfortunately ran as soon as Optimus came crashing through their home. It was overgrown, dotted with flowers which were all the colours of the rainbow, right next to the glittering lake, and it was utterly beautiful. Optimus had done his best to arrange all the trees and such back into the places they had previously been so that it would remain a secret to everybody but the both of you, and, so far, even after four or so years, neither of you had encountered anyone else in that part of the lake. 

Today was one of those rare days in which the Prime has been given a day off, along with many other men at NEST. It was what the humans called ‘Father’s Day’, and those who had children to return home to had been granted permission to do so. Optimus was no exception. He had bustled you into his truck and sped off towards Lake Chelan with absolutely no sign of hesitation, and the two of you had been there for six hours, now. The sun was beginning to set, casting a magnificent glow over the shining lake and painting a gorgeous canvas of reds and oranges and yellows in the clear sky. He doubted the both of you would get home at all tonight, if your complete lack of boredom had anything to say about it, but he couldn’t admit that he cared that much. He did not mind where he was, as long as he was with you, and you were happy. The moment he returned home, work and his duties would slap him right back in the face.

“Of course you can.”

“No, I can’t. This is Will’s ball, and I’m not gonna return it to him, completely squashed, with a crappy explanation like ‘I threw it to Optimus and he burst it’.” You gave the ‘Bot a look, hugging the blue blow-up ball to your chest, and Optimus chuckled. He was sat on the ground, one leg stretched out in front of him while the other was bent at the knee, and both arms braced on the grass behind him. He was the most relaxed he’d been in quite a while, and most stoic generals who marvelled at the Autobots every time they visited NEST would more than likely feel faint at one sight of the position the stern and battle-ready robot was currently in. 

He shook his head. “You over-estimate my strength,” he told you, and you scoffed.

“Nobody can over-estimate your strength.” You turned and threw the ball in the air. “We’ll have to find a bigger ball.”

“One that is not plastic.”

“And one that won’t burst at a slight touch of your finger.”

Optimus smiled. “We best get to searching once we return, then.”

You mirrored his smile, throwing the ball once again. A bird flew over you, followed by a couple of what you supposed to be its babies, and you couldn’t help but laugh as Optimus immediately moved his head, not fancying another case in which birds attempted to nest on him. Waking up with an itching feeling and reaching his hand up only to pull back in surprise when the ruffle of feathers and cacophony of chirping reached his audio receptors was not something he wanted to experience again. You had not stopped laughing for at least half an hour after while he sat, back resting against a tree, arms crossed over his chest and the most ill-tempered look on his face.

You threw the ball up once again and quickly clasped your hands together, bouncing it on your fists when gravity pulled it down. One of those hands immediately came up to clap over your mouth as the ball flew straight towards the Prime and hit him right in the optic. He made a shout of both surprise and discomfort, one of his flapping arms covering where it had hit. “Ow…”

“Optimus, I am soho sorry,” you apologised, though the giggles spilling from your mouth did not aid at all in moving that apology along the right path. “I didn’t- Ihihi didn’t mean to do thahat.” 

Optimus grumbled something in Cybertronian under his breath. “When do you ever…” he muttered.

You shrugged. “At least it wasn’t the birds.”

The ‘Bot narrowed his optics and immediately made to leap up after you, causing you to squeal, turn around and dive into the water. Optimus’s mood changed immediately and he frantically shook his head, leaning forward and making a grab for you, but you were already completely submerged. “Those are the only clothes we have with us, Y/N,” he lightly scolded as you reached the surface and gasped for air, hair plastered over your grinning face.

“I don’t care! The water’s warm!”

“That is what you said the last time before you proceeded to come down with the influenza.” He heaved a sigh and leaned back, seeing that there was nothing he could do now. If you suffered through another nasty sickness, then he couldn’t say he hadn’t tried to stop you. 

“I’m gonna swim to the other side,” you told him, and he rose an optic ridge.

“Are you, now?”

Biting your lip, you swam up to the edge of the lake and crossed your arms over on the grass, resting your chin on top of them. “Optimus,” you said, gaining a very sweet smile, “can I swim to the other side of the lake? Pretty please?”

The Prime smiled. “Yes, but be careful out there. If you drown, do not expect me to save you.” He winked, cobalt optics twinkling mischievously, and you laughed.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.” Before the Prime could question what exactly that meant, you were off. He shook his head fondly and gazed out across the lake, marvelling at the mountains in the distance as the slight wind breezed over him. His silent peace was swiftly interrupted, however, as he noticed an incoming call. Frowning, he accepted it quickly. “Optimus Prime,” he said as way of greeting, sitting up.

“Optimus, hi. It’s Ron. Ron Witwicky.” The ‘Bot visibly relaxed at that, having previously been worried that it may have been Ratchet or somebody back at Base, telling him he needed to return due to an emergency.

“Good evening, Mister Witwicky,” he said. “How may I help you?”

“Ah, I was just wondering if Y/N was anywhere nearby? I tried calling her mobile but she won’t answer.” Optimus glanced over at the backpack you’d thrown by a tree a little way off. No doubt your phone had been going off in there for a while, but when you were faced with nature - especially when you were with him - electronics no longer became a thing of existence to you.

“Yes, she is here, though…” He turned his head slightly, noticing how you were still splashing through the water. “I am afraid she is quite far out in the lake as of now.”

He heard Ron chuckle. “At Lake Chelan, are you?”

“We are, yes.” 

“Typical. Said she’d ring me this afternoon to wish me a Happy Father’s Day and it’s, what? Six pm, now?” He breathed a laugh, and Optimus could imagine him shaking his head fondly. “That girl, Optimus, I swear to God.”

The Prime smiled. “I apologise on her behalf, Mister Witwicky,” he said. “I shall remind her to call you once she gets back.”

“Yes, you do that, big guy. Tell her her dad’s been spending the day drinking beer and watching her mom’s channels on TV. Make her feel guilty.” 

Optimus threw back his head and laughed. “Oh, I will,” he said. “Where’s Sam?”

“With his girlfriend, I expect. He called in this morning, which was great, but it’s pretty tough not having a Father’s Day hug from my little girl for the first time ever.” Ron’s voice drifted off a little, and Optimus nodded to himself, completely understanding. You were, after all, his only daughter and youngest child. To have you living hours away from him must be extremely trying, for both you and your parents - and Sam, at that. Primus knew how difficult it was for him to cope when you had to leave to go back home and he knew that he would not see you for another few months. He could only imagine how your family felt.

“Of course,” he said understandingly, “though she will be visiting fairly soon, remember that. She misses you and her mother, also, as she does Sam. I am sorry it is proving hard for you.”

“Oh, don’t be sorry. She’s eighteen - I sometimes forget that’s how old she is - and she’s gotta go out and make her own way at some point, right? I’m damn happy she has you with her. If she didn’t… let me tell you, Optimus, both Judy and I would be worried sick. But the simple fact that you’re keeping an eye on her means the world to us.”

The Autobot smiled. “I assure you, Mister Witwicky, I am keeping both eyes on her. She is safe, and I’m sure it will give you great relief to know that she is very happy. She gets on tremendously well with the rest of the men, and, as you know, my ‘Bots are every bit as much her protectors as I am.”

“That means a lot, pal, thank you. It really does.”

“Hey, Optimus! There’re fish out here!” The Autobot glanced up as your voice echoed around the lake, and he smiled when he saw you out in the middle, treading water while you spun around, seemingly following the fish beneath you.

“See if you are quick enough to catch one for your dinner!” he called back, and if he was close enough he was positive he would have seen you roll your eyes. He heard chuckling on the other end of the line. “I assume you heard that?” he asked, and Ron’s laughter grew.

“I did, indeed. You wouldn’t think she was eighteen, would you?”

“No. She still has that flare of innocence and complete youthfulness that I remember seeing in her all those years ago.”

It was silent for a moment before the man spoke again. “We did good with her, didn’t we?” he said, and though Optimus sub-consciously frowned for a moment, wondering what he meant by ‘we’, he nodded.

“Yes,” he replied, “I believe we did.”

“You know, this is as much your Father’s Day as it is mine, Optimus.”

Ah. That must have been what he meant. Optics widening the smallest bit, he opened his mouth to speak before shutting it again and waiting a moment. “It… is?”

“Yeah, pal, of course. You’ve known her for as long as she can remember! You’re her guardian, her protector… she considers you her family. Hell, we all do. That kid wouldn’t be half the person she is today without your help, Optimus. You keep her out of trouble, both when she’s with you and when she’s here at home.” He paused for a second. “Do you remember that time she got so moody just because she missed you? She was fourteen, then.”

Optimus’s face softened as he immediately plunged back into some of the sweetest memories of his life. “I do,” he said. “Sam called me up and asked me to talk some sense into her, and I told her not to be upset on my account and to simply think about the fun we would have when she came to visit in the summer.”

“And she cheered right up,” Ron said, smile evident in his voice.

Optimus weakly shrugged. “Patience is not one of her strong suits.”

“Yeah, definitely not,” the man said with a laugh. “Look, what I’m trying to say here is… you are a father to her. Whether you like it or not, whether you meant for it to happen or not, you are, and you’re a pretty amazing one at that. I’m thankful for you, Optimus, really, I am. You’ve shone a light on our girl’s life that I would never have been able to put there alone. You devote a lot of your own life to her, even though you’re busy as hell, you reprimand her, praise her, look after her when she’s sick, teach her what’s right and wrong… sometimes I’m learning from you. You are what it means to be a father.”

Optimus was, quite honestly, a little lost for words. Of course, he had always seen himself as some sort of father-figure to you, but to hear your actual father say it himself meant more to him than he could ever have imagined. He’d always worried about it - about how much time he was spending with you compared to how much you were spending with Ron. Would he ever be jealous? Upset? Angry, even? That someone else had stepped into your life and was now sharing his role as father? He would never wish to take that away from either of you, but to completely give up this role would have been torture for him, so he hadn’t. And yet that thought had always been nagging in the back of his mind. Nevertheless, to hear that your father was, in fact, one hundred percent grateful and, in actuality, relieved for the support in raising you gave peace to his entire being.

A smile spread across his face, and he couldn’t help but sigh in what could only be relief. “I cannot explain in words what that means to me, Mister Witwicky. I hold what you have said very close to my spark, and I can only say that it is my absolute honour to be able to share this with you. I love helping in looking after your daughter, and I love her. More than I will ever be able to say. Thank you.”

“It’s nothing but my pleasure, Optimus, honestly. Who else can say they share fathering duties with an alien robot, huh?”

Optimus chuckled, turning his head to gaze out at the lake yet again and easily catching sight of you continuously diving under the water and resurfacing seconds later, apparently trying your luck at catching a fish. His smile widened. “Not many people, I would assume,” he said.

“She still swimming?”

“Yes, though I can call her back if you wish to speak with her now?”

“Oh, no, no. I want her to spend this day with at least one of her dads. I’ll call her later.”

The Prime nodded. “Alright. It was nice speaking with you.”

“And you. Happy Father’s Day, Optimus.”

Looking back across the lake once more, Optimus was surprised, to say the least, when he saw you splashing around in the water, a fish struggling in your hands. He rose an optic ridge, lost for words for a brief moment, before he blinked and shook his head, breathing a soft laugh.

Ah, the joys of fatherhood.

“Happy Father’s Day, Ron.”

Happy Prime Day Optimus Prime!!!

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What’s Species is Optimus Prime as Animal?

A wolf or A deer or any animal?

I really want to draw him as animal. Just let me know!

2017-2018

I want to hang this art on my wall and look at it everyday

Loving their faces(awkward,surprised,disappointed,disgusted...)

Optimus into the prime verse <<<pre tags not mine

Damn bro, you got the whole squad laughing

A fanfic I made on ao3

Everyone was sitting in a circle. Well, almost everyone. Ultra Magnus, Miko, Jack, Raf and Ratchet weren't there. Ratchet had work to do in medbay, Magnus simply didn't want to participate and the kids had to go home for the night. But other than that everybody was sitting in a circle playing truth or dare.

"Bee, T or D?" It was Arcee's turn to ask

*TRUTH!!*

"Why do you like that video game so much?"

...

*It's just fun idk why*

"Ok, Bee. Your turn now"

*... AC-12, Truth or Dare?*

"Dare"

*Next time we see Knock Out, insult him to see his reaction*

"Alright, alright good one Bee, my turn.. uuuhhhh.... Optimus! Truth or Dare?" AC said in a somewhat sing-song tone, having something up her non-existent sleeve. Optimus took some time to choose. Took a minute but he made up his mind

"I choose dare," Optimus, with a innocent, kind expression turned to confusion when she took a little but more time just so she can catch him off guard with her dare.

"I dare you to put on an outfit of my choosing while in a closet with another bot" AC had a devilish, sinister look. A little worried and curious, Optimus followed into her room and waited by the door. Meanwhile, Athena convinced Smokescreen to follow her. "Come on~" she almost sang her words.

Smokescreen was locked in a storage closet that is ever so conveniently connected to AC-12's quarters.

"WHAT THE- " shoved into a closet by himself is one thing but being in a closet with Optimus is another.

"Smokescreen?! Are you alright..." his words trailed off to nothing realizing what he was in.

He was in an explicit bunny suit.

Both Smokescreen and Optimus were silent, both for the same reason. Optimus was in an explicit outfit inside of a closet with a younger member of the team.

"Uhmm... is this apart of the dare or..." Smokescreen tried break the silence but it ended in even more silence from Optimus.

...

The silence felt kind of suffocating. Smokescreen wanted to scream 'what the fuck-'. Seems human swear words are sticking to him. Optimus decides to break the awkward silence between them.

"Smokescreen, are you alright? You seem embarrassed." *WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT OPTIMUS?!* He mentally cursed at himself for asking a DUMB question. Smokescreen didn't realize there was a light energon blush across his faceplates

"Y-yea I'm fine... just- uuhmmm..." Optimus must have been thinking the same thing, "The outfit of Centarus' choosing, yes... but we are here for just around 20 Earth minutes." As if that's gonna help.

...

Here is the awkward silence again! But with a hint of arousal as Smokescreen's optics traveled around Optimus' frame all around until he met his modesty panel just barely even covered with the fabric. 'Scrap' internally cursing and scolding himself for thinking about it. He thought his modesty panel and his hips and chest looked slightly provocative and hot in the bunny suit. Optimus might have noticed as his cheeks started to turn neon as well.

"Uh... Smokescreen... what are you doing?" Shit- "OH- uhh... uhm... I- um- don't- knoww...?" OH MY FRAGGING PRIMUS!! I AM SUCH A GLITCH Smokescreen cursed at him mentally.

Optimus took a little time to think about his next words because he didn't want to make things worse than they already are. "Well... umm... your- uhmm- I saw your optics, uhmm, eye at- my.... uhm- body" Well now I've made it worse! Way to go Optimus!! Way to fraging go. It seems both were internally cursing at themselves as there was more awkward silence with a hint of arousal and a strong tinge of embarrassment.

The embarrassment in the room was strong you almost smell it. Both Optimus and Smokescreen were far too embarrassed to even make a click because of the slightly aroused air sitting between them. But what's even worse is that Smokescreen could feel his spike up against his modesty panel and his valve aching for some form of friction.

Meanwhile Optimus is cursing himself silently because his valve also craves for friction. Both want to frag but both know that it is kinda wrong and they don't know if the other is fine with fraging just this once. Smokescreen, not liking the silence, speaks up.

"Soo... uhmm what are you gonna do after this??" Damn it me!! "I do not know."

Meanwhile, in AC's room, her and Athena are silently giggling and just waiting for action, they planned this just ever so perfectly for them to be awkward dorks who don't wanna do it. "Hah! They think they're gonna stay there for 20 minutes?? Pfft hilarious" Athena nodded in agreement to AC-12's statement. Both giggled slightly in excitement, waiting for one to pull the trigger.

In the closet, however, Smokescreen is now muttering curses to himself and did not realize till Optimus spoke up, "What did you say, Smokescreen? I couldn't hear you." Smokescreen didn't respond as his arousal is getting strong and starting to cloud his senses.

"Smokescreen? Are you okay? I think you're overheating!!" Smokescreen, unintentionally, makes a needy whimper.

When Smokescreen realized, his entire face went a deep, energon blue along with Optimus'.

"Uuhhh... umm... I- did not mean to doo... that.." his faceplates a neon energon color, become even deeper, if that's possible, along with Optimus.

"I- uhm- S-smokescreen, um- w-wha..? Uhm-" Optimus, struggling to find the right words to say, constantly opens and closes his mouth a few times just to settle on being silent in trying to not make things more awkward, failing.

While these two are horny, embarrassed messes AC and Athena are giggling and waiting for things to happen. "When will they FUCK?!" Athena asks impatiently. "Soon, girly, soon." ... "Wanna shove them on top of each other?" "YES!" While AC and Athena whisper and wait and plan something Smokescreen is trying not to whimper AGAIN. "Smokescreen, are you okay? You are awfully quiet." Optimus asks with concern laced into his voice, 'cause he has been very quiet after he made a very embarrassing, high-pitched sound. "HUH?! Oh, yea I-I'm fine." Then Optimus got shoved from the door connecting the closet and AC-12's room.

Optimus lands on top of Smokescreen, right on his array. Both Optimus and Smokescreen are as blue and neon as can be with their interface panels touching and hot from arousal.

Optimus, array touching Smokescreen's can't hide his humiliation. Smokescreen looks up to see a very neon Optimus. Both wanna get off but they can't find the will to do so. "U-uhh.. Op...ti...mus..?" Optimus, snaps back to reality and looks down, unintentionally slightly grinds his array against Smokescreen's. Both end up making a high-pitched sound, almost like a squeak of arousal. Smokescreen's louder than Optimus'. Optimus opens and closes his mouth several times, trying to find words but can't get them out.

Smokescreen looks around, doesn't know why but he does. Just to look at anything other than his idol. Meanwhile, AC and Athena are just sitting by the door, waiting. And it seems luck is on their side as Smokescreen gathers up whatever courage he has to speak of the heat between them.

"Um, Optimus, your, uh, panels is kinda warm, you ok?" He tries his best to looks just even a little smug, but behind it just nothing but embarrassment. Optimus, gets even more neon so much so, that his shoulders start to have a tinge of blue to them. "U-uhh.. p-pardon?" "Yeah, your, uh, array feels hot, are you alright?" Smokescreen, now have even more confidence, waits for his response, having his own up is non-existent sleeves.

... Silence takes over once more but the arousal is stronger and the embarrassment starts to fade away just ever so slightly. Optimus, feel so embarrassed yet so horny and turned on by this, he can't quite say anything. All he does is stare back at Smokescreen and see his expression of confidence and some slight embarrassment. He tries to say something but fails, as if though his words are caught in his voice box, his throat and he can't force them out.

Smokey, seeing this continues, "Would you like some help with your problem, Sir?" Now that almost made him rev his engine, he called him Sir, and not so innocently. There was lust intertwined in his words, and kinda likes it. Optimus is now fantasizing at what he can do to him, filthy fantasies. "Optimus? Your getting hotter. Your fans are on." He didn't know when his fans clicked on but they did, and he wants, needs relief of the uncomfortable, wet feeling in his valve. "S-smokescreen.." he wants to say he wants it, but doesn't want to sound so needy, like sparkling for energon. Smokescreen, looking for an answer, doesn't quite do anything, yet. "U-uhm.. p-please..." His attempt at sounding not as needy for friction, ultimately fails as he's very, very turned on and needy and wanting some form of friction.

"You seem like you can use some help down there Optimus." Scrap, his voice sounded hot, but also yet a little cocky but just ever so slightly. He very slightly grinds his hips into Optimus' and is rewarded by a very soft, yet needy moan, "Ngh!" Optimus wants to say something but Smokescreen is still lightly grinding his panels into his and he can't think straight. "O-ohh..." Optimus bites his bottom lip plates to try and muffle the sounds he keeps on making, but when he does, Smokescreen stops.

Optimus wants more, he tries to satisfy himself by moving his hips but Smokescreen stops him, he grabs his hip plates, ultimately leaving his idol horny and upset that he can't get release. "S-smokescreen... nng... please... let- u-Ah!" Smokescreen move both his and Optimus' hips into each other just a little. "EEEEEEEEEEE! ATHENA! LOOK LOOK LOOK LOOK LOOK!!" AC whisper-yells. "Yesss!!" Both of the girls are happy SOMETHING is happening and they get to watch.

"Sir, I can't help you if you can't tell me what you want~? Okay, noe Smokey has fuckin gone cocky as fuck but yet, Optimus can't quite find the energy to say anything about it. But he does have the energy to do is show him what he wants. Optimus raises himself up a little just ever so slightly, it could be barley noticeable, and he retracts his modesty panel to expose his dripping wet mess of a valve, his valve started lubricating a little bit ago but when you are turned on to the max, you get really wet.

Smokescreen notices and looks down, seeing all of the lubricant coming out of his valve. Hoping that he'll retract his panels Optimus tries to grind his hips into Smokescreen's but fails as Smokescreen catches him. Instead, he moves Optimus off of him and places a diget right on the outer folds of his valve. Waiting for consent, Optimus nods saying he can, he shoved his diget in just slightly to work his way in and stretch him out a little. Although he isn't quite big, both know it's been awhile since the last time Optimus has done this and there with still be some slight tinge of pain to it.

"O-ohh.. hah" when Smokescreen's diget is halfway in, he pulls is out and thrusts it back and repeats this over and over again. "Oh... Ah" panting, Optimus slowly starts to grind his hips into Smokescreen's diget, "N-nnggh! Ahh!" Smokescreen adds another diget and slowly starts to scissor him open. This rewards him with more moans and sounds of pleasure while also getting louder. "A-aahh! Oh...nn" Smokescreen then shoves his digets in deeper, and hits one of many nodes in his valves. "GAH-AHH!" He focuses on that one spot and assaults it. Optimus throws his helm back. Oral lubricant starts to drip down the corner of his mouth, and to Optimus' surprise, Smokescreen, taking a risk, puts his mouth on Optimus'. Optimus returns the gesture and kisses him back. Smokescreen then withdrawals his digets and breaks the kiss.

"Ahh... Smokescreen? Why'd you stop?" It's a small break of silence till Smokescreen opens up his panel. "Oh..." Again, Smokey isn't what some would call impressive, he's about average for someone his age, but Optimus isn't a size queen and really care. Optimus then slowly goes down, wanting to see it up close and maybe even have a little taste but he doesn't do it unless it's okay with Smokescreen. He looks up silently asking for permission. Smokescreen doesn't quite want to just yet, instead he asks Optimus if he can open his panel. A little confused he does and his spike pressurizes right in front of him.

Smokescreen, just stares at it. A few moments go by and Smokescreen snaps out of the trance he's been in. He looks up at Optimus, "U-uhm, can I..?' Optimus understood what he wanted, so he laid back and spread his legs a little for Smokescreen to start sucking him off. Smokescreen then gets down and grabs it in the middle, he takes a quick breath and starts to slowly suck on the tip. "Mmmhh" he slowly works his way down before he reaches the back of his throat, he doesn't want to gag on it. As he continues to suck his spike, he starts to bob his head up and down into a rhythm. All while this happens, the sounds Optimus makes gains in numbers, and they get even louder.

"Oh.. ah ah... Hah.. S-smokescreen... Ngh!" Smokescreen took this as an invitation to go harder, and he does. He sucks harder, and bobs his helm faster. "S-SMOKESCREEN!!" Optimus is nearing his overlord and right when he is about to go over the edge, Smokescreen stops and moves away, leaving Optimus' spike to the colder air around them. "Smokescreen? Why did you stop?" "We don't want you to overload so quickly, do we? Don't worry Sir, you'll get what you want." Optimus is confused until he sees Smokescreen lean back. "Oh..." He gets the hint and moves over, just above his spike. He waits for a form of consent. And he gets it in the form of Smokescreen slowly lowering him down. Optimus helps by taking control of his own movements and lowers himself till he's seated completely down. "Oh.. hah" it's been awhile since Optimus has been fragged. They both wait a minute till both are ready.

Optimus slowly starts to ride Smokescreen's spike. Smokescreen grabs onto his hips and spreads his leg slightly for some form of support. Optimus holds onto Smokey's shoulder struts for some support and assistance of pleasureing both himself and Smokescreen. When Optimus found a rhythm, he speeds up. A few minutes pass and Optimus is starting to lose his balance, but Smokescreen takes control and not only does he speed it up s little more he also grinds his hips into the other and this elicts a loud moan from Optimus, "A-AAAHHH~". This continues on for a little while longer and Optimus starts to grind his hips to meet up with Smokescreen's. "Aah.. ooh... Primus.." Optimus moves a servo down to his valve's neglected anterior node. A few more minutes go by and both are starting to reach their climax. "Ah S-smokescreen! I-I'm.. hah.. cl-close- AH!!"

Smokescreen overloads before Optimus and grabs his torso as he fills up Optimus with his transfluid. That was just enough to push I'm over the edge. His own transfluid gushing out as they both hold onto each other and come down from their high. Both reduced to a sticky, panting mess. When they came down from their high, Optimus moves off Smokescreen's spike and transfluids come gushing out of his valve.

"Hah.. that was.." "Amazing? Yea... It was" Smokescreen took the words right out of his mouth. They kiss one more time before they have to clean up. It seems as though the only thing in here is cleaning supplies for them. "Wait... Did AC plan this?" Smokescreen looks up, "What do you mean?"

"I believe she planned this." Optimus realizes why she had a devilish look on her face plates. "She did!" "Well are you gonna confront her in that? And while your sticky??" Both agree that it would be better to take off the bunny suit and clean up their mess before they confront AC-12.

Optimus Prime

Optimus Prime (LUNA-II Original Concept)

I wanted to try to make a comic without the use of words, and see if it could still convey the feeling I wished it would.

Of course, Transformers is my test subject.

The reason I wanted to try this was because I often see comics in other languages, and that's perfectly fine, I just wish I knew what it said. I wanted to see if I could make something that everyone would understand.