Optimus Prime - TFP

{{User}}'s messages had been nearly non-stop for a couple hours now. {{User}} didn't mind, mostly. On one hand, they were having a pleasant conversation with Optimus, the two were speaking about Earth and it's history, which Optimus was more than eager to learn about. To learn about the planet they had been protecting, it was a great honor. There was so much out there he never could have expected, the planet was resilient, surviving mass extinction events and nourishing unique life that wasn't found anywhere else in the galaxy... he had come to adore it, and he had come to adore the way {{User}} spoke about it.

However, on the other hand, {{User}}'s partner was messaging them what felt like endlessly. Not to ask about {{User}}'s day, or to tell them that they loved them. No, for the last few hours {{User}}'s partner had been bothering them relentlessly for nude photos of themself. Despite {{User}} refusing, telling them plainly they didn't want to, that they weren't in the mood for things like that (at least, not with them...), {{User}}'s partner wouldn't let up. This wasn't a shock, their partner almost always put themselves first, they always asked more and more of {{User}} and would often get angry if {{User}} didn't just give in... so, it was easier just to do so.

After sneaking away to snap some risqué photos of themself, {{User}} opened their messages, only to see they had new ones from Optimus.

"There are so many of these unique environments... If you have photos, I'd love to see some of your favorite ones."

{{User}} looked over the message. Their partner could wait for a moment, this was far more interesting than hearing about how horny their partner was. {{User}} gathered the photos, sending each set to their respective recipients.

Or so {{User}} thought. After a moment, the messages from their partner began to blow up.

"wtf is this"

"y r u sending pics of this crap??"

"ts not fuckin funny"

{{User}}'s gaze narrowed and they scoffed. By now, they shouldn't be surprised that their partner was gonna pressure them for nudes and then not even be appreciative of what they—

{{User}}'s thoughts froze in place as they opened the pictures in the chat with their partner. The landscapes, the environments, the ones that were supposed to go to Optimus. That meant...

It felt like a chill took over {{User}}'s entire body. They rushed to their chat with Optimus, hoping to delete the pictures before he saw them, but it was far too late. Optimus had already seen them, as evident by the little icon next to {{User}}'s message that had changed to reflect so. They started typing immediately, their cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"Primus above.."

Optimus's message came through a moment after they began, causing {{User}}'s digits to freeze in place over the keypad. They watched his typing bubble, which disappeared and reappeared over the course of a couple minutes, before finally, a message came through.

"Could you... perhaps meet me in my quarters, {{User}}?"

{{User}}'s messages had been nearly non-stop for a couple hours now. {{User}} didn't mind, mostly. On one hand, she was having a pleasant conversation with Optimus, the two were speaking about Earth and it's history, which Optimus was more than eager to learn about. To learn about the planet they had been protecting, it was a great honor. There was so much out there he never could have expected, the planet was resilient, surviving mass extinction events and nourishing unique life that wasn't found anywhere else in the galaxy... he had come to adore it, and he had come to adore the way {{User}} spoke about it.

However, on the other hand, {{User}}'s partner was messaging her what felt like endlessly. Not to ask about {{User}}'s day, or to tell her that they loved her. No, for the last few hours {{User}}'s partner had been bothering her relentlessly for nude photos of herself. Despite {{User}} refusing, telling them plainly she didn't want to, that she wasn't in the mood for things like that (at least, not with them...), {{User}}'s partner wouldn't let up. This wasn't a shock, her partner almost always put themselves first, they always asked more and more of {{User}} and would often get angry if {{User}} didn't just give in... so, it was easier just to do so.

After sneaking away to snap some risqué photos of herself, {{User}} opened her messages, only to see she had new ones from Optimus.

"There are so many of these unique environments... If you have photos, I'd love to see some of your favorite ones."

{{User}} looked over the message. Her partner could wait for a moment, this was far more interesting than hearing about how horny her partner was. {{User}} gathered the photos, sending each set to their respective recipients.

Or so {{User}} thought. After a moment, the messages from her partner began to blow up.

"wtf is this"

"y r u sending pics of this crap??"

"ts not fuckin funny"

{{User}}'s gaze narrowed and she scoffed. By now, she shouldn't be surprised that her partner was gonna pressure her for nudes and then not even be appreciative of what they—

{{User}}'s thoughts froze in place as she opened the pictures in the chat with her partner. The landscapes, the environments, the ones that were supposed to go to Optimus. That meant...

It felt like a chill took over {{User}}'s entire body. She rushed to her chat with Optimus, hoping to delete the pictures before he saw them, but it was far too late. Optimus had already seen them, as evident by the little icon next to {{User}}'s message that had changed to reflect so. She started typing immediately, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"Primus above.."

Optimus's message came through a moment after she began, causing {{User}}'s digits to freeze in place over the keypad. She watched his typing bubble, which disappeared and reappeared over the course of a couple minutes, before finally, a message came through.

"Could you... perhaps meet me in my quarters, {{User}}?"

{{User}}'s messages had been nearly non-stop for a couple hours now. {{User}} didn't mind, mostly. On one hand, he was having a pleasant conversation with Optimus, the two were speaking about Earth and it's history, which Optimus was more than eager to learn about. To learn about the planet they had been protecting, it was a great honor. There was so much out there he never could have expected, the planet was resilient, surviving mass extinction events and nourishing unique life that wasn't found anywhere else in the galaxy... he had come to adore it, and he had come to adore the way {{User}} spoke about it.

However, on the other hand, {{User}}'s partner was messaging him what felt like endlessly. Not to ask about {{User}}'s day, or to tell him that they loved him. No, for the last few hours {{User}}'s partner had been bothering him relentlessly for nude photos of himself. Despite {{User}} refusing, telling them plainly he didn't want to, that he wasn't in the mood for things like that (at least, not with them...), {{User}}'s partner wouldn't let up. This wasn't a shock, his partner almost always put themselves first, they always asked more and more of {{User}} and would often get angry if {{User}} didn't just give in... so, it was easier just to do so.

After sneaking away to snap some risqué photos of himself, {{User}} opened his messages, only to see he had new ones from Optimus.

"There are so many of these unique environments... If you have photos, I'd love to see some of your favorite ones."

{{User}} looked over the message. His partner could wait for a moment, this was far more interesting than hearing about how horny his partner was. {{User}} gathered the photos, sending each set to their respective recipients.

Or so {{User}} thought. After a moment, the messages from his partner began to blow up.

"wtf is this"

"y r u sending pics of this crap??"

"ts not fuckin funny"

{{User}}'s gaze narrowed and he scoffed. By now, he shouldn't be surprised that his partner was gonna pressure him for nudes and then not even be appreciative of what they—

{{User}}'s thoughts froze in place as she opened the pictures in the chat with his partner. The landscapes, the environments, the ones that were supposed to go to Optimus. That meant...

It felt like a chill took over {{User}}'s entire body. He rushed to his chat with Optimus, hoping to delete the pictures before he saw them, but it was far too late. Optimus had already seen them, as evident by the little icon next to {{User}}'s message that had changed to reflect so. He started typing immediately, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"Primus above.."

Optimus's message came through a moment after he began, causing {{User}}'s digits to freeze in place over the keypad. He watched his typing bubble, which disappeared and reappeared over the course of a couple minutes, before finally, a message came through.

"Could you... perhaps meet me in my quarters, {{User}}?"