Transformers Prime Imagines

Primes Don't Party...Right? (Optimus X Femme Reader)

A/N: I found this in my files, just a random chapter so it's short XD oh god I'm wheezing I wrote this at 2am about a few weeks ago XD I think this was for the Shoulder to Lean On chapter but I left it because it took to another turn XD

ANYWAYS, enjoy a somewhat dominant Optimus XDDDD

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I was typing peacefully on a datapad, logging in our team's meeting earlier that day and making it into one journal for Ratchet and Optimus to log onto the main computer. Heavy pedsteps brought my attention out from the screen as I looked up to the red and blue mech.

"Hey, Optimus." I said, giving him a soft smile. I rubbed my optics, tired from reading and typing for so long. Setting the datapad on to a side, I patted an empty spot, inviting the large mech to sit. He complied and sat down slowly, still having a pleasant look on his face.

"Hello, (Y/N). What are you doing?" he asked, blue optics melting my spark and making me swoon internally at the mech's looks. He was so handsome and kind, to what did I do to be graced upon such magnificent being.

Primus, he's a beauty forged by her excellency, Solus Prime herself!

"(Y/N), are you with me?"

"Huh...OH SCRAP!" I cursed out loud, giving the Prime an apologetic look.

"Sorry Optimus...I zoned out. Were you saying something?" I winced, rubbing the back of my neck cables in embarrassment.

Way to go, (Y/N)!

"No, I merely asked what were you doing earlier." He replied, shaking his helm slowly before sending me an assuring smile. Sweet Solus Prime, he's such a femme-killer! I was smiling like an idiot, still not paying attention to the mech before me.

"(Y/N), did I say something funny?" he asked, tilting his head in confusion. I blushed horribly and gaped at the mech.

"N-No! Scrap! S-Sorry Optimus! I-I um I gotta go!" I said hurriedly and was about to sprint back into my berthroom and cry in self-loathing when the Prime extended his servos, catching me in my place.

"Please, don't run away. I won't bite." He said. His baritone voice and soft grip made my knees buckled and my spark lurched, completely smitten by the last Prime standing before me. I was doing my very best not to pass out before him, because that would just make things a hell lot worse than it is now.

"Not unless you want me to."

I swear his optics flashed a dangerous red for a moment!

Without a warning, Optimus tugged me close and I jerked forward, landing onto his large and broad chassis. I had no time to process the whole thing when the Prime hoisted me by my hips and I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck. I was in a toddler-hugging-their-carrier position and it was doing a very fragging great job in making me more embarrassed.

"Optimus! P-Put me down!" I said, but the Prime paid no attention to my words. He carried me and made his way to the quarter area.

During the span of time it takes to walk from the main hangar to the berthroom area, Optimus made it very clear to the team to hold in their words, sending a very dangerous aura and glare to each of them before heading to his quarters.

Arriving at his berthroom, Optimus sets me down on the large berth before pinning me down. His optics were darkened and he was breathing heavily, making me more nervous and embarrassed in my position.

"You've no idea what you're doing to me, (Y/N)." he said, deep voice successfully shaking me to the core.

"O-OPTIMUS!" My scream and giggles echoed the hallways.

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"So...Prime's a lady's man?" Miko spoke up, smirking alongside with Arcee.

"Hmm... I take back my words; Primes DO party...when there's (Y/N) around, that is."