#IDW Prowl

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Stand Too Close

IDW Prowl x Reader

• Mouth sliding against his, you’re liquid fire in his lines, thrumming through his spark as your little tongue traces the seam of his lips and he growls as he lets you in. Taking over the kiss, servos tangling in your hair as he claims your mouth, demanding and letting out all of his frustrations in the feel of your mouth under his, glossa sliding against your tongue. Knowing just how terrible an idea this is, but needing to feel someone touch him even if there’s no affection in that touch. Shifting against you to pin you better when you try to wiggle in his grip, hooking a leg around his hip, little fingers catching the jutting blade of the chevron on his helm and tugging.

• He makes a low guttural noise where his mouth is still on yours, hips pinning you more firmly. The hands not buried in your hair finally letting go of your other wrist, sliding along your side and gripping your hip, your butt in his big hand. And then he bites your lip, the little sting making you gasp, his optics so much less icy as he actually smiles down at you, the twist of his lips cocky. “I hate you,” you hiss, tongue darting out to check to make sure you’re not bleeding as he slides down your body, venting against you.

• Hate? He almost laughs, hands sliding under your top, pulling it up over your head. Those angry eyes dark with need, looking up at him as he runs a palm over your exposed skin. Mapping you out with his servos. “How much do you hate me?” He growls, servos fumbling with the closure of your pants, before he just yanks them down over your hips. Needing to know if this is possible, because you’re his. Servos sliding over your hip, spreading your thighs and finding you slick for him, his spike aching as he frees it. Sees your eyes widen as you suck in a breath, then his mouth is on your hip, denta biting and nipping as he cups you. Spearing a servo into that wet, welcoming heat. “Tell me,” he demands between nips, leaving the imprint of his denta in little crescents on that soft skin, not biting hard enough to break the skin, but enough that you’ll have little reminders that you’re his.

• Shuddering as he strokes that servo inside you and presses another bite to the curve of your hip, you’re aware of the noises you’re making. “Hate everything about you,” you manage, hips lifting as he curls that servo, still stroking to send your thoughts scattering. “Your stupid, growly voice, your big hands.” Cupping you, spearing you with that servo. Head falling back when he fucks you a little harder, a little faster, with that servo, still curling it to stroke deep as your hips buck. Needing more. “You’re awful.”

• That throaty noise you make when he slips his wet servo free, the way you glare up at him, breathing raggedly he wants to remember how you look sprawled under him, face flushed and needy. Taking his spike. Shifting himself between your thighs and feeling you shudder when he slides the length of himself against you, finding your core and sheathing himself deep, loving the way your silken heat grips his spike. “Look at me,” he demands, servos tightening on your hip. “Eyes on me.”

• Lips parting as he cups your chin in a big hand, tipping your head with his thumb on your bottom lip as he rocks himself against you in a slow slide. Making you meet his optics. “Fuck, I hate you,” you moan, feeling every bump and ridge of his spike before he’s driving back into you, thumb stroking over your lip, bumping your teeth and you bite him. Feel him shudder against you, door wings trembling as he looses control completely, hips snapping against yours. And you bite down harder, tongue sliding against him as he braces himself and ruts against you. Those optics never leaving your eyes, his denta bared in a snarl.

• Those teeth and that tongue on his servo as he bucks into you, hearing those lovely noises you’re making even with his thumb in your mouth mixing with the wet sounds of your body taking his spike. And those defiant eyes glaring up at him, dark with passion and need. Hating him, wanting him, needing this connection just like he is. Understanding you, because you’re just as awful as he is. The only difference? You don’t care, you can say the things he has to bite down on, do the things he can’t. What would that freedom be like? Body trembling under his as your hands cling to him, you fist his spike, head falling back with a cry and he chases after, hips pumping as he slumps onto a forearm over you, burying himself deep to release inside you. Those eyes still staring up at him and he has no idea what you’re thinking. If you regret what you just did. “Fuck me,” you groan, throwing an arm across your eyes and a startled laugh escapes him as he eases more of his weight against you, hips settling in the cradle of your thighs, mindful not to crush you. And rests his own forehead against your arm, his rough venting mingling with your ragged breathing. Wanting to curl himself around you, but afraid you’ll push him away if he tries to hold you. Not quite enemies, but not friends either.

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[ikkosu]

Can you please rant about your favorite Prowl imagines?

I have so many. Prowl is a perfect box of delicious imagines. (Mild nsfw)

His personality, for starters, is really interesting if he ever had a person he liked. There's two ways I'd like to think how prowl would react.

Realistically, he'll consider you to be a weakness and does what he always does best when it comes to weaknesses — he avoids it. It's tempting to imagine he'll act cold to you, give you the cold shoulder and douse you with his icy-cold glare. You'll never know why he acts that way and he'll make sure you never find out. (His pride and misery depends on it. )

But, and this sound crazy, can you imagine a prowl not being cold but instead accepting of his feelings? Like, the moment he starts noticing and realizing why he acts the way he does around you (Door wings more expressive, face plate pinched in a way he's more focused, and the biggest giveaway : his sparkrate picks up.)

Obviously, avoiding you is going to distract him. Even worse, meddle with his work. So, his TACNET proposed he might as well get on with it and confess.

He did spare some mind not bring it out too bluntly, guiding you to the garden then holding your hand. The way he said it made it sound like Cybertron will verge on destruction if he didn't confess (if you also didn't accept) and if it were any other person he'd understand if they slapped the engex out of him and walk away. Nothing good comes out a coerced relationship.

Which is why he was genuinely surprised when you accepted. His TACNET temporarily sputtered, crunching on same words over and over again. "Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes—"

He was like that. For the entire day.

With the confession out of the way, I'd like to think, aside from lumbering through base with his 'Work Personality' turned on, he's unusually gentle with you. He's still prowl. Sassy prowl. Grouchy prowl. Straight to the point Prowl. Table flipping prowl. But he's a lot less that when he's with you. (Can you tell I love grouchy characters with soft spots) . You saw all the times he's calm. All the times he's gentle and all the times he's loving.

Like Earthspark prowl, I want him touchy. I want him handsy. Ratchet notices Prowl actually gets off work on time these past few months. Prowl is quick to stride into your little house and pick you up by the arm does, emulating the way you do with your car, and nuzzles you. He loves the soft touch of your palms on his back, especially the sensitive spot between his door wings. Whenever you press down, his wings flutter and flatten, engine revving into a purr.

He likes the touch of anything soft. That includes your body, your bed that smells like you, and pillows. But the thing is, he's too big for your bed so anytime he comes and stays over, you both retreat to the living room where the entire space is a mattress comprised of all the pillows you hogged from every corner of your house. Prowl liked to press his face into your belly and chess and recharge.

He's got an exceptionally brilliant sense of smell. Which is why you never won at bide and seek. In all of the hiding spaces you used, prowl simply snatched you out like a wet rag with a twist to his lips.

Prowl doesn't care if he has to show affection in public. He'll only do it when he wants to and doesn't care of what people think. Of course, there's a time and place too, he's not that indecent freaky.

I can't help but envision him to be perfect husband material XD

He's straightforward. He might hide some things from you, either becuase it's a safety concern or something else entirely. But hey, you have to trust him on this. The only thing you have to know is that there's a special place in his spark that has you in it.

He learnt how to cook human food, and is incredibly precise with it. He thinks too much or too little of the said ingredient might poison you, while simultaneously using a decade old energon mix to whip up his meal. And, possibly, get sick from it. But his favorite past time is scouring through the Earth Internet and trying to bake sweets. He might even try to make you Organic-friendly Cybertronian food with how insistent you are sometimes.

And when you're all but being cute with him, sometimes he have limits and he'll pinch your chin and tip your head up into a kiss.

It's always fun when he's horny. Mostly becuase he's just awkward about. Like he doesn't know what to tell you how to deal with this raging boner he has .... sit on it, please?

Prowl doesn't want to mess up this relationship like he always did with the many ones he could've had something more. He's tired of fighting against himself. For once he realized he could have something different. Maybe, live a normal life. Have actual people who care about him.

At some point he notices the subtle nuances in his behavior ever since he accepted his feelings. He thinks he might relapse and shrink into his shell again. But with your head on his lap, playing your phone as he reads his report — sometimes things aren't meant for change.

[keferon]

I’m sorry. Slightly. Ahahahahahdjfjjfkfmvcries

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[dezmolad]

u can say a lot about idw Prowl but one thing is sure. he likes his men with visors.

the prefference is strong, loud and clear ok

[staticnonapus]

Just wanted to doodle him

[mellliow]

we're in love.

[hoaxsacrament]

Standoff

Jazzprowl fic based art.

Without text ver;

- Been seeing alot of Jazzprowl fic based art recently, safe to say I might start reading the fics too lol.

[rubski02]

Heyyyy Prowler ✨

[catboyenjoyerdesu]

sorry at this point i just want to post wip but im too scared to put them on twiter

so wip...

[startheskelaton]

Sparkplug AU lore dump

[transingthoseformers]

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Empurata!Prowl?

[npc-prowlstan]

Prowl is Tired™️

[michaela-o]

Pov: Prowl and humans (sound on)

A fun little thing i did while i have some free time :3♡♡♡

[yeagrave]

pretty boy

[tech-obssessed-shark]

thinking about Prowler thinking about how nobody figured out he was being controlled thinking about how everyone sees him as the bad guy even if they’re on the same side thinking about how even STARSCREAM becomes an important figure with (some) allies yet Prowl goes feral because of everything thinking about how the only people to support Prowl were the ones he was forced to mind-meld with thinking about all his relationships ending with others hating him thinking about

[iszapizza]

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