#prowl x reader

• “Of course,” Prowl mutters, door wings lifting. Where else? It’s the most prestigious bit of real estate to be had. Ignoring Barricade, he carries you inside and heads for the fountain at the center of the lobby so you can see the deep energon pool there. And your neck cranes upward. Following your stare, he rumbles as he notices the skylight high overhead. “The floors ring the empty central space, but the suites are spacious,” he assures you as you bite your bottom lip. Why are you making that face? Like you’re about to lose it? ‘And the big guy doesn’t mind that we’re in here?’ You ask, voice strained.

• “It’s his purpose,” Barricade growls, venting as he watches the energon bubble and fountain up into the air before settling again. And you’ve got your hands over your mouth, shoulders shaking. Being weird, but then you’re human so he doesn’t really expect anything less. “Titans shelter and protect.” Striding over to the elevators, he turns and frowns at Prowl. “What floor?” The other mech joining him and shouldering past with a growl to jab a button instead of just telling him. Still irritated that he has to share you.

• You’re wrong. Have to be. So what if the tower is a little suggestively shaped? Lots of things are. Like eggplants. If you say something about it, Prowl’s just going to give you that long-suffering, disappointed look of his. Barricade will probably laugh. But they’ll both decide you’re just immature and you don’t want to embarrass yourself in front of them. Shifting in Prowl’s hand as he steps out of the elevator and walks along the ring-shaped balcony edging that dizzying drop to the fountain below, your head lifts to squint at the narrow slit of a skylight. Sliding out of his hand when he lowers you to the ground, you wait for him to open the door and then you dart into your new home. And he wasn’t wrong. It is spacious. Two big rooms on opposite sides of a big main area, a closed door that’s probably the wash rack tucked in a corner. Drawn to the big windows on the far side of the living space, you walk over to look out.

• Turning as you start wheezing and cackling, Prowl frowns. Exchanging a look with Barricade before the other mech shoves past him. “You broken, human?” Barricade asks and you point out at the vista of the city sprawling below. And you’re laughing so hard you’re crying and coughing, slapping a hand against the window as Barricade looks out and his door wings stiffly lift. What? Moving closer to look, he stills. Realizing the Titan is partially in his bot mode now. ‘We’re living in Metroplex’s thang,’ you wheeze, sitting in the floor and laughing hysterically. “It’s a spike,” Barricade growls and Prowl’s lips press into a thin line as he slowly nods. ‘It is. I think he has a caretaker.’

Ironhide is the fastest out of these mechs who snaps first in this scenario. Now, don't get it twisted. Ironhide lasts much longer than other autobots not included here. (Sunstreaker, Skyfire) But out of the other contenders here, he snaps near immediately compared to the rest of them. It starts with soft brushes of your em field when passing each other and you don't react. And Ironhide can see the shape of your aft while your bending over to help fix teletraan 1- and it cultivates when you accidentally run into him and his servos fly onto your frame to steady you not realizing it's you- and your frame is pressed right up against his own and your servos are on each other- and then Ironhide can't fragging take it anymore!

Ironhide drags you into their equivalent of a storage closet before you can protest. It's a heated and frustrating blur, but Ironhide does remember yanking the manual release on your modesty panel- Next thing he knows, he's pounding into your valve from behind where you're both standing. Ironhide curses when you squeeze down on him while you groan against Ironhides' servo. Ironhide had covered your mouth when he yanked you in here. While the back of your frame was pressed right against his front. There's a soft clank of his windshield glass getting hit on your armor every time he bottoms out inside you again.

Primus- you little- You didn't mean to do it! Ironhide knows- he's just a filthy fragging pervert who can't help himself! Every muffled cry out of you only makes Ironhide snap his hips harder and harder. The heavy want in his core only getting hotter and hotter the longer he's fragging you silly. Primus- Ironhide fantasized about this so many times, and the press of your frame against his and your valve taking his spike like this didn't even come close to his own dirty little thoughts. You're so good- taking his spike so good- not struggling too much against him neither- Ironhide lately wishes he'd dragged you in here by your front because he really wants to taste your glossia right now.

A strangled noise, muffled but still audible, escapes your throat when Ironhides free servo grabs your spike and practically starts fragging you right into his own fist with the force of his thrusts. Your spinal strut arches back against his own frame, where you're flush against one another. Your frame is trapped between ironhide and his own servos, and you overload on his spike. Valve clenching down on him and a muffled but used sound escapes you when Ironhide only speeds up. And Ironhide groans and stills to finally overload inside you.

You groan against his servo and Ironhide just continues to softly rut against your aft. Riding out his own overload and making sure his transfluid is stuffed in your valve proper. Your spent spike is twitching in his servo and Ironhide pushes his em field out to praise you- His dang glossia wasn't cooperating with him right. So instead he's pushing his field to wrap around your frame like the rest of him was. the Good, good, you're doing so good. that Ironhide feels in his struts caresses your softly twitching frame.

Ironhide pulls his servo away from your mouth, and you pant in greedy vents. Ironhide then gags you with his digits next- The flat of his digit pads pressing down flat on your glossia. His own glossia dragging along the covering of your audial- Ironhides spike twitching inside you when you whine around his digits. Ironhide had a good amount of pent-up tension he still needed to get outta himself concerning you.

He's lucky you were so understandin' to his predicament...

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Prowl didn't know what else he could do to avoid the new influx of- unsavory imagery infecting his proccessor whenever he would see you. He'd chalked it up to it being because he'd seen you as he had in the hallway self servicing. And now he could not get the imagery out of his helm. And then new... fantasies continued to turn in Prowl's processor. His logic center continued to randomly calculate subduing measures. He'd now made a habit of dismissing them and keeping his servos behind his own back when you'd have to be near one another.

Prowl is coming out of his habsuite, and you suddenly crash into Prowl, and you both end up on the floor in a tangle of limbs. You're practically straddling his lap- you apologize and sit up and in the process your aft grinds down on Prowls modesty panel. Prowl is hit with the sequence of moves he'd need to take to knock you on the floor and get on top of you instead. And he dismisses it, and he forces himself still. In fact, he's so still you look down at him in confusion and ask if he's alright.

Then your em field of all things brushes against Prowl, and there's a hint of- playfulness? It makes Prowls logic center run, and it runs into a conclusion. There was a thirty percent chance you'd been doing this to Prowl on purpose. Every little pose and stretch- the longer Prowl recalled incidents, the chances had jumped up to forty percent. And then Prowl does something he loathes to admit- but he reacts without thinking. He follows through with the take down sequence prompt and swiftly knocks you off of him. And before Prowl knows it, you're on your front, with your wrists bound in the stasis cuffs he always carries in his subspace.

After a heated few klicks, Prowl grabbed you and dragged you through his doorway into his habsuite, the door closing behind you both. What he was doing to you- but Prowl knew- Prowl was following his intuition. He was trusting his intuition that said the forty percent was correct, and he was reacting accordingly. (Never mind the fact that you were incapacitated-) and he snapped open your modesty panel and your valve was dripping on his digits in less than a klick and the percent shoots up to fifty percent and Prowl (this was wrong- this was wrong-) takes that chance and spikes you right there on his habsuite floor.

Prowl rarely cursed. It just wasn't a habit- but he's muttering curses under his vents when he enters you and promptly bottoms out. You felt- wonderful. Prowl thrusts hard and fast- he never punished you for self servicing in the ark hallway- this was for that- nothing else! Prowls pace doesn't falter when you start moaning and grunting every time he bottoms out. And his door wings don't fan high when you start saying his designation against the floor where your faceplate is pressed. (And he's certainly not fantasizing about pulling you onto his berth after this and fragging you senseless-)

Prowl notices that you're drooling on the floor. (His stasis cuffs having taken function of your fine motor controls.) Prowls servos move from your waist to your pauldrons and he's pushing you down further and thrusting into you harder. Your valve clenches down on his spike and you're murmuring his designation over and over- Prowl overloads with a sharp invent of your designation while pressing down on your back. You're twitching around him and panting lazily against the floor. His cuffs still preventing you from doing much else. Prowl gets the inappropriate thought of kissing the back of your neck and he does not follow through with it.

He does, however, lean to the side of your audial and speak. "Consider this- punishment for your habit of self servicing outside of your habsuite." Your vent hitches at Prowl's words. Prowl realizes he still needs to punish you for playing with him so inappropriately- Prowl didn't consider this nearly enough punishment for your misgivings.

Prowl is running through what else he's going to do to punish you while he drags your frame upwards.

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Frankly the only reason Ratchet doesn't snap before Prowl is because he took measures to try and keep you safe from him. Which was limiting his interactions with you unless absolutely necessary. Which was working- to a degree. Ratchet keeps thinking about you and the few interactions have left his frame hot and his engine wanting to rev. It's getting harder for Ratchet to continue to convince himself to leave the room when you enter- and then you walk right into the medbay and Ratchet has no where to go- you see him and walk right up to him- and Hoist is off base and he's not gonna be able to handle this- and you'd come in with a visible limp so Ratchet can't just kick you out without seeing you. (He should! He should do just that-) And you ask if Ratchet can realign your leg pivot.

That was simple- Ratchet should be able to do that at least... So you're lying back on the medical slab and Ratchet has a hold of your leg and his other servo is on your pelvis and he just- Ratchet pushed up and to the left and feels your leg realign and you audibly groan in relief. Ratchet found himself staring at how your plating all slacked after the action. And Ratchet takes much too long to realize he hadn't moved from his position and still had your leg propped up. His other servo still on your pelvis' when you're on your back looking up at him.

Ratchet needed to move now.

So Ratchet leans forward forcing your other leg to the side and his servo reaches for your throat- and you stop but you don't panic because you trust him- (He was your medic of course you trusted him-) and one of the multi tools in his digits zapped you right in the throat. Your own sound of surprise is cut sort because Ratchet just shorted your vocalizor. Your optics go wide, and you jerk backward and start trying to use your voice- but nothing comes out. And nothing would sound out of you for a few klicks. Ratchet realizes that whatever is seriously wrong with himself might not be fixable when Ratchets first thought is to feel bad for shorting your vocilizor- not because he might have hurt you. (Or because it's a gross violation of your trust-) But because now Ratchet won't be able to hear what sounds you'd make.

Ratchets yanking the manual release on your modesty panel and climbing up onto the medical slab too, and before he knows it- He's spiking you right then and there in the middle of the medbay. Ratchet savors the reaction of you arching off the medical slab, mouth open but no groan or moan to accompany it. Ratchet pulls back and re enters you slow and watches your valve open up to accommodate the girth of his spike. You grit your denta, and your own spike pressurizes properly, and Ratchet doesn't hesitate to grab it and stroke you off languidly. His grip tightening at your spike tip and giving you a gentle squeeze at the base every pump back down-

Your hips jerk against his own and his servo, and Ratchet actually feels gratified when your valve clenches down on him- (he shouldn't! He shouldn't! It was a basic reaction to him servicing your spike! Ratchet knows better!) Ratchet groans and starts snapping his hips and fragging you proper on the medical slab. His optics are trained on your faceplate- watching how your optics almost shuttered closed- your optical ridge furrowed. Your optics are as bright as he'd ever seen them. Your mouth closes and opens with no sound coming out of you still- Ratchet really wishes he hadn't shorted your vocalizor! Ratchet needed to hear what sound you'd make right now- how you'd sound taking his spike- how you'd sound overloading on his spike- How you'd sound begging for him-

Your spike throbs in his servo, and the only sounds out of you are the slick sounds of your pre lubrant in his servo and your valve when Ratchet bottomed out inside you. You arch against Ratchet, and he jerks your spike in quick pumps and watches you overload all over your chassis and on his spike. Ratchet then rushed forward and locked his derma against your own. His glossia lapping against yours while he snapped his hips. And Ratchet overloads right in your valve while sucking on your glossia.

Ratchet pulls away from the messy kiss and huffs in heavy vents. You're venting harsh, and in the middle of your soundless vents, your vocalizor resets, and Ratchet can suddenly hear your quiet cursing. Ratchet rolls his hips, and you audibly keen- your valve twitching around his spike. Primus- Ratchet was going to need to hear how you sounded overloading on his spike a second time... and maybe a third and maybe a fourth-

Ratchet uses his credentials to lock the medbay door via his HUD and then sends a message about closing the medbay temporally.

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Optimus is suffering. He's suffering. He is suffering! He has not known peace since his infatuation with you. And he's not known sanity since he's noticed how even more tantalizing you suddenly seemed to be. But Optimus may look- even though he has to yank his gaze away. And Optimus may fantasize- even though he doesn't let himself indulge in those thoughts. Optimus does not "snap." He may be suffering and wound terribly taunt, but you didn't need to suffer because Optimus was a filthy pervert- this was his problem, not your own! (A prime example and the only bot on earth who keeps it together yandere or not!)

Then you're in his office for something, and you ask to examine his desk- and Optimus is confused about why you would possibly need to examine his desk? But like most things involving you, he finds he can't deny you the simple request, and Optimus scoots his chair back to allow you in front of him. And then you promptly sit down right in his lap!? A startled sound escapes Optimus and his servos hover right over your frame. You're on his modesty panel- and you say you didn't think Optimus were this dense. Dense about what exactly?!

And then you admit it. Admit that you'd been purposely teasing Optimus- because you wanted him to proposition you?! Then Optimus's servos fly onto your hips when you rock on his lap. And you tell him he can throw you out If he isn't interested- and Optimus can't let you assume that so his panel is pulling back and he's pulling you upwards so his spike can pressurize correctly. The sound of just your own panel pulling back excites Optimus much more than he'd imagine it would.

Optimus's digits find your array quick, and he vents when he can feel how your valve is already wet and your spike pressurizes in no time at all. And then you ask if he wants to spike you and Optimus abruptly realizes he hadn't asked he'd just assumed you'd be willing to take his spike- After scolding himself a bit for getting caught up in his own needs- wants, Optimus asks if you'd rather spike him. Optimus's engine purrs in his chassis when you say you wanna get spiked by him right now.

Optimus has to take his time prepping you- he has to, his spike is admittedly rather large. By the time he gets two digits down to his knuckle in your valve you're squirming and making all sorts of noise in his lap- and every sweet sound out of you is going right to Optimus's spike and he's dripping pre lubricant on himself- But Optimus just savors every little reaction he gets out of you while opening you up for himself- and then he believes you'll be fine at least taking half his spike. And you're asking him to spike you, and he can't deny you when you want him almost as badly as he needs you. It's a task and then some but you've got at least half of Optimus's spike in your valve and Optimus figures he should show you how much he wants you- Show you what you'd wanted from him with all of your teasing.

Optimus starts fragging you up and down his length (it doesn't matter if you're in his frame class or maybe even bigger he's strong and he's using his matrix enhanced strength to frag you down his spike like a toy.) And Primus you feel amazing squeezing around his length so perfectly- and every noise out of you is music to his audials. Optimus is muttering praises and cooing over how darling your expression is while he's stuffing your valve with all you can take of him. (If you're big enough/trained enough that Optimus can actually bottom out inside you, he's groaning hard. And his engine revs loud.)

Optimus's em field brushes flush against you, and he's telling you how good you're being for him. His spike throbs when your optics noticeably brighten under the attention. (Sweet - you were so sweet for him-) And he starts pulling you down his spike faster and faster- You overload on his spike with a groan, and Optimus follows right after. His spike throbbing and pumping thick amounts of filling transfluid into you. His transfluid starts spilling out of your valve and into his own lap.

Stars- you were amazing...

It takes a few klicks, but eventually, Optimus shifts you up and then drops you back down again. Optimus can't help but enjoy the sight of how your spinal strut arches and how you squeeze down on him. When you question him, Optimus points out how you'd wanted this- all your hard work of teasing him was for this- so Optimus was going to make sure you were satisfied. Completely and utterly.

Was it selfish and almost completely for Optimus's own desire? Yes. But Optimus felt justified being just a touch mean to you. Especially when you'd been purposely making Optimus stress over, apparently nothing for multiple cycles. He's just- punishing you a bit. He was justified doing that. Now, wasn't he? Optimus wondered exactly how much he should punish you- but he guessed he could decide when he got there how much was too much for you, now couldn't he.

Optimus was going to make sure you were satisfied enough that you'd never try and tease him like you had again. He could do that much for you at least.

(Spoilers but Optimus frags you so hard, and so many times your frame ends up entering a forced stasis to recover.)

The Autobots and Decepticons turned around to look at the back of the room, it had been Soundwave who spoke the loudest he had ever in his life. He had snapped out of immobile state.

“They are our Conjuxes! They take care of us! They have accepted our gifts, our rituals! They have been close to our sparks and even bonded with us!”

And as he walked towards the monitor, his voice became more distorted, glitching. All the memories he had with his conjunx were overflowing his processor. He had been one of the few who had bonded with their arranged conjunx and he could feel you to an extent. But he understood the purity in your heart, and that, he won’t believe it's not real. Not unless you tell him so. 

 “Don’t you dare lie about the bond they have with us! It's pure! It’s sacred!”

He reached where Megatron was standing and his leader put a servo on his shoulder, making him stop. They share a profound gaze. For the first time, Soundwave noticed fear in Megatron’s optics. Terrified. Not for him, but for what could happen to his conjunx. Soundwave stopped talking. 

“What do you wish for?” Megatron asks Silas, Optimus next to him. “Our technology? Ammunition? War intel? Valuable or materialistic  items?”

Silas stays quiet for a second before speaking again.

“When the General reached out and told us that the Cybertronians were in love with some humans, we couldn’t believe it,” Silas said. “We didn’t think it was possible but today' s display of affection proves that not only do you love them … you cannot live without them, correct? Is in your system … like a virus that infected your entire program.”

They had fallen into a trap.

“When Soundwave mentioned ‘bonded’ do you mean it's possible for a Cybertronian and a Human to share intimacy?” Silas kept asking questions even though it felt like he already knew the answer. “From such intimacy … In theory, could a new being be created?”

“No, Primus, please, no–” Soundwave thought.

“We’ll run all the necessary tests to ensure if any of the Caretakers have signs of cybertronian life in them,”  Silas said. “Until we make sure of the kind of cargo we have, we won’t make any negotiations. Please, wait for further instructions … We’ll reach out to you again, soon enough.”

‘No! Wait—”

The video call ended.

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“Alright, who thought it was a good idea to fuck a giant robot?”

Everyone turned to look at Caretaker 69, aka Soundwave’s caretaker.

“Oh, please! You all act as if I was the only one!”

MECH kidnapped them. Plain and simple. But at least they allowed them to be together in one room. Of course, all of you were watched all the time by security cameras. 

“I just know Starscream must be going crazy, he almost destroyed the entire facility when I didn’t show up because I was sick,” said Caretaker 92. “We are so getting fired.”

“Is that what you really are thinking about? Didn’t you hear Silas? The General sold us!” Shockwave’s caretaker, also known as Caretaker 10 said. “I knew I should have quit the moment I heard the Cybertronians were just horny robots.”

“Mine wasn’t,” said Caretaker 77 as they looked into their broken arm, wrapped in a cast. “My Ratchet was kind … He took care of me. He must be so worried.”

Everyone looked at Ratchet’s caretaker in silence. Until, from the group of Caretakers, one stood up. Number 100, aka Optimus Prime’s caretaker. 

“Everyone listen to me,” they said. “This isn’t about the Transformers nor about us. It’s about the world.”

“If there’s one thing we know for sure is that our robots would do anything to get to us. A war might break out again and a lot of lives would be at stake.” Number 100 had everyone’s attention.  “Let's put aside our differences and our thoughts about the bots and think of a way to get out of here, for the sake of the world.”

Caretaker 69 raised their hand and Caretaker 100 pointed at them, allowing them to speak.

“... Have you been sucking on Optimus’s spike a lot? Cause I think his leadership skills have been rubbing off on you–”

“Number 69, if you say another word–”

“Hey, I don’t blame you—”

“Ugh, shut up!” another Caretaker stood up. It was number 1 … Megatron’s caretaker.  “Yo, number 100, count me in. Whatever gets me back to Megatron before 10pm, he gets sad if I don’t listen to his poetry. What’s the plan?”

Optimus' caretaker opened their mouth before closing it. They gave it a few seconds before speaking again.

“... Honestly, I didn’t think I would get this far.”

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There wasn’t chaos. Just pure silence. Uncontrollable sadness. Desesperation and defeat. 

“We apologize … We should have been upfront about the Caretakers situation.” 

“So … All of it? Them feeding us, washing us, taking care of us … All of the courting was forced upon them?”

The HR team looked at each other and nodded.

“Some of them enjoyed it, others were simply doing a job … they never saw it as courting. And for a lack of a better word, yes … Some of them did not enjoy your advances.”

“Oh, Primus,” Optimus whispered to himself. “I can’t believe it, I– I—”

He struggled to find the right words. He can’t believe he courted someone without their consent. What would you think of him now? Do you secretly hate him? You must hate him because not only did invaded your privacy, he had failed to protect you. 

“That’s why they would always call me sir, they were so afraid that they didn’t even wish to call me by my name—”

“But! As Mr.Soundwave said,” HR interrupted. “Some Caretakers formed genuine bonds!”

“Yes and because of that Soundwave’s caretaker might be tested on!” said Thundercracker as he stood by Starscream who looked like he could faint at any time.  “That caretaker might be carrying the first Cybertronian-Human sparkling and we are here! Doing nothing!”

“Thundercraker, please,” Ratchet’s voice could be heard through the main room. He was checking up on Soundwave who wasn’t doing any better. “Soundwave actually spark-bounded with his human. Being parted from a conjunx for a long period of time is hard enough to withstand, if in fact, there’s a sparkling involved in all of this … I don’t know how much longer he can take–”

“I don’t know why we are making such a fuss,” said Prowl, who had been listening to everything from a distance. But his voice still glitched, broken. “You heard them … They don’t want us. Maybe MECH is right … they saved them from us. Maybe that’s what the conju— The Caretakers wanted.”

Mirage wanted to say something, only to look away as he realized that he shared the same sentiment. 

“Whether the Caretakers wanted us or not, that doesn’t matter anymore,” Megatron said. “Like HR said, some of the conjuxe— Caretakers, genuinely cared for us and most importantly there’s  possibility that Soundwave’s conjux might be with sparkling.”

“Megatron is right,” Optimus stepped in, joining the Decepticon leader. “If that’s true, we cannot afford for MECH to have what can be Cybertron’s first sparkling in millennia. MECH will contact us again and if they know what’s best for them, they won’t hurt our humans … but when they do, we must be prepared to attack.”

Optimus then looks at Megatron.

“As one.”

Optimus stretches out a servo towards Megatron.

The Decepticon leader thinks of you. Your smile forever engraved in his processor and even if everything was a lie, even if you didn’t love him … He did. And that’s all the truth he ever needed to know.

For the first time, Megatron shakes Optimus' servo.

“As one.”

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A/N: I haven’t read all of the characters in the Soft AU, so sorry if anything was out of character or if it didn't fit the concept! Again, the soft au concept belongs to @revelboo