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tinydefector · 2 days

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Hello!!!

May I request a fem s/o who's currently in ovulation and mtmte cyclonus sensing this and just wants to breed s/o

MINE

Info: Guys, I don't write fem, so if I get request for fem they are going to be written gender neutral. Please make sure to read my rules beforehand. If you don't state for the reader to be cybertronian, I write them as human as default.

Cyclonus x human Reader

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: smut, fingering, oral, sex, breeding kink, #Valveplug

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Cyclonus could smell it on their skin, the chance in their hormones, it had become something he was rather aware of over the time he had been with them. afterall humans emitted phenomenons that were rather potent, and it is driving him mad.

His sensors detected the change days ago but each day their scent had just gotten sweeter as the pheromones permeating his lover's flesh grew richer. He could no longer ignore it.

His optics linger on then across the room as they entertain themself with one of the hobbies they are rather fond of. He clenched his dentas in frustration, Cyclonus is a mech of great resilience and patience but this, this was going to send his coding up the wall.

Reason finally snapped when strong arms curled around their waist, hot ventilations gusting whispered pleas against the back of their neck. His engine roared to life as old world coding surged forth in a torrent, demanding satiation through their offered flesh alone.

Turning slowly this chuckle softly. “Hello Handsome, what can I do for you?” They hum within his embrace, Cyclonus lets out an almost snarl like vent, vying for control against swelling passions and desire to claim them right there. Lips met in a crushing, bruising kiss as his talons gripped hips tight. Soft gasp leave their lips against his, head lent back so they could continue kissing him.

Drawing back, Cyclonus uttered one low command. "Bed. Now."

Their eyes go wide over the suddenness of it but are quick to follow his instructions. "Clo what's wrong?" They ask slightly worried, they hadn't seen him, likely this, last time he looked ready to rip something apart was after another scuffle with Whirl.

Cyclonus loomed over the bed optics drinking in their form as they stood there watching him. His engines growled low in mounting need.

“Nothing is wrong," he rasped, talons tracing their form with impossible care. He had always been rather careful and gentle with them, afraid he could break them easily with just the wrong move, over time he learnt they enjoyed the pain too. Each pass tingled their flesh with charged pleasure-pain sure to leave marks that would last solar cycles.

" Your coding demands satisfaction" He pauses for a moment watching and waiting for their reaction. "And I intend to provide," Cyclonus purred, moving onto the berth as he pressed a servo onto their stomach pushing them down onto the softer part of the bed, climbing over their prone body. His olfactories drank in heady perfumes of their arousal, despite Cyclonus being a being of metal their scent clung to his frame.

Lowering his bulk, Cyclonus nipped a sharp line down their throat. "Your scent is driving me mad little love." His plating demanded his ‘mate’, and he intended to reap his reward. “I can smell your arousal seeping through your skin, it's Intoxicating” he mumbles against their throat.

His servos work swiftly discarding their pants, as the scent hits him more he kisses his way down their body. They let out a loud yelp when he discards their pants. "You can smell me!?!" They were almost shocked, didn't even know it was something Cybertronian’s could do. Their back arches as Cyclonus' Glossa eagerly laps at their sex.

Cyclonus rumbled approval against quivering flesh, talons parting their thighs running his glossa's full length in one heady lave. His lover keened helplessly at the intimate invasion,

"Of course I can smell you," he crooned, his lips seal around them gently sucking, and dragging more moans from their lips as one of their legs rested over his shoulder plating.

"Your rich scent screams for a mate, begging to be seeded." Another skilled flick wrung breathless cries from lungs near to bursting. "And I intend to fill you past overflowing, mark you thoroughly, since you seem so eager."

Revving his powerful engines provided vibration another layer of maddening pleasure His glossa ravaged their sex with single-minded focus, them. Only when reduced to a sobbing wreck did he grant brief respite. Pulling away to admire their stunning form.

talons tracing down to their tight entertain, teasingly pressing in and out stretching them and preparing them for himself. Their heads hit the berth as a hand comes up to cover their mouth, legs spread wider for Cyclonus. "Fuck, oh my God, Cyclonus" they yelp as he grips their hips holding them stead so he can driving his glossa into them along with his digits. Their other hand grip one of his horns to steady themself as they rock against him.

Cyclonus growled in approval against flushed flesh, engines revving like thunder at their moans. Never had submission so thoroughly captivated him - their writhing form clinging to his plating, he glimpsed all that he and his race had lost since Cybertron's fall, and how he relished having them under his form.

His glossa delved deeper, curling talismanic strokes along pulsing inner walls. Their ragged moans stirred coding that had never stirred within him before, the hellbent need to breed them.

They choke out on needy cries as their orgasm struck in shattering waves, rolling their hips to meet his mouth. Once satisfied he drew back,loomed over their limp form glistening with aftermath, optics afire as he studied the heavy breaths their heave in. His spike pressurised, merciless heat radiates from his body against delicate thigh.

"You are mine ," Cyclonus rasped, nipping sharp approval upon kiss-bruised lips.

They lay there, tears of pleasure slowly running down their cheek, legs twitching as Cyclonus releases his Interface panel letting his spike pressurised, teasingly pressing it against their much smaller form.

He rumbled deep in approval at their limp, ravished state "So willing and eager," he praised, nipping fierce approval upon kiss-swollen lips. His spikehead teased their lubricant slicken entrance with torturous circular rolls.

"Only you could stir my coding so, teasing me like this" Cyclonus rasped, increasing pressure just shy of breaching weeping limits. Gripping their hips in an unyielding vise, Cyclonus peered down at them. “you would rather stunning with my sparkling, little love” he presses in slowly, sheathing his length to hilt in a few deep thrusts.

They moan out loudly as Cyclonus sinks into them, clinging onto him, fingers digging into ridges of his armour for stability. "Fuck, fuck!" They gasp out, eyes shut in pleasure. "Sy," they whine.

Cyclonus growled into their shoulder, Talons gripped their flesh in punishing vice, determined to mark them until they bore his branding. His powerful frame began pistoning deep, slow thrusts. "Mine," he snarled against kiss-bruised lips, increasing the tempo of grinding pumps as transfluid steadily flowed into their smaller body.

Their willing flesh was his to claim without restraint, his to breed. And he intended on that, it mattered not to him that humans and cybertronian’s DNA and Cybertronian nanite, coding and protoplasm won't mingle. He was hellbent on breeding his human, and they were eager for him. He craved to see them round with a sparkling, to feel the pulse of their spark, to feel their field and they grow in his human. Never before had he craved to spark someone as he did his lover.

Sinful moans fall from their lips as transfluid drips from them as Cyclonus continues thrusting into them. They clench around him each time he thrust deeper, driving the bright pink fluid further into their willing form. "Cy, Cy! Fuck, fuck please so good so good!" They call out into his plating.

"Mine, mate, my little love" he purrs out, the loud rumble against their body makes them clench even harder. His grip is unrelenting upon their waist ploughing into them steadily against the berth. His spike flared within weeping walls, pulsing transfluid poured possession upon deepest recesses of their body.

"You were made solely for this," Cyclonus growled, increasing brutal tempo sure to grind fragile flesh to rapture's shining edge. When they are struck in shattering waves of their next orgasm, he drinks in their keening cries, intent on searing his brand upon their body.

They shuddered through aftershocks' radiance, his spike continued pulsing torrents meant to swell their much smaller form beyond capacity. his very coding, yearning for a small hope that they may at some point gift him a new spark. Whines spill from their lips as they go limp on the berth. Their abdomen bulged with his spike and fluid, they look stunning. Bright pink transfluid leaks onto the bed. They look thoroughly fucked. They clench around him desperately as he grinds into them trying to rut his fluid deeper. Soft little keens come from them as they cling to Cyclonus.

"My little light, my little love," Cyclonus rumbled, field swelled, he cradles their quivering frame. looming over their sticky, limp form painted inside and out with evidence of him.

They lay there intertwined with his much larger form, Panting. "So are we going to talk about it?" They ask softly. fingers dancing along his plating. Cyclonus rumbled low in approval at how they looked, massaging tender flesh. "There is nothing to discuss," he replied gruffly, though palming their swelling abdomen with unexpected care. His coding pleading that the seeds taking hold within his little lover.

"You are mine to claim, your body called out for me and I provided." His engine rumbled deeply. "Cy baby I love you dearly but, you can literally smell me!, omg have you been able to smell me when I get aroused?" They are rather embarrassed over the new information. Cyclonus huffed an impatient ventilation, grip tightening faintly on their pliant form pressing deeper into them making sure they didn't part.

"Of course I can discern your body's tells," he grated, thumbing their swollen belly with newfound gentleness. "As all sensors can detect subtle changes auguring fertility in potential carriers/sires." He presses a gentle kiss to their forehead, pulling away and exposing clenched denta in feral smirk. "Your aroused state demanded satisfaction I could no longer deny." Taloned digits trailed up their frame, Crimson optics seared into wavering gaze. "Does this truly trouble you?" Cyclonus nuzzled closer kissing quivering lips with uncommon affection.

" can everyone else smell me?" They ask in a whisper softly before the look of horror crosses their face. "Oh God, can they all smell us right now?!" They nearly squeal as he presses his hips more flush against theirs, they lean into his touch head rested against his chassis.

Cyclonus chuckled deeply at their fluster, massaging skin writhe against his ample frame with slow assurance. "Lower your voice, my little light," he rumbled, optical ridges creasing in a rare approximation of humour. Crimson optics shimmered with banked passions barely leashed once more.

"While our scents may linger, the others are very much aware you are my conjunx '' Cyclonus assured, engines purred as he nuzzled feverish skin with surprising care,

"And should you demand further... satisfaction," he rumbled, gripping their willing form flush to pulsing arrays. "Only this room's walls will bare witness” he teases lightly.

#transformers #transformers x reader #transformers x human #transformers idw #transformers lost light #valveplug #transformers cyclonus #cyclonus #Cyclonus x reader #Cyclonus idw #mtmte cyclonus #idw transformers #tf idw #mtmte transformers #tf mtmte

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fishleeks · 8 hours

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drew this just over one year ago as a present but it's actually too good to not have on this account. Did you know this was my first piece of transformers fanart ever? I don't usually call it such, because i actually didnt know anything about transformers when i drew this, but it technically was!

#fishleeksart #fishleekstf #transformers #soundwave #transformers idw #roughly like i said i didnt know transformers back then so i didnt know what the different continuities were

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am1ca · 1 day

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Prowl panel redraw number like 8 million 😔 im trying so hard to break myself out of artblock guys

#transformers #maccadam #clip studio paint #procreate #fanart #transformers prowl #prowl #transformers idw

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1244950 · 2 days

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Bay! Optimus in the comics has a wildly different backstory then compared to other versions of Optimus (and had a better characterization then in the films). In the IDW! Bayverse continuity there was no Orion Pax. Optimus was literally always called Optimus just without the title of prime. He was hidden away from the Fallen because he was the last of the dynasty of the primes so he grew up knowing nothing about who he was.

Cybertron during this time was already a desolate wasteland with little to no life with cybertronians being separated into tribes. Sentinel Prime finds Optimus and recruits him into his "autobots" alongside Elita One, Megatron, and Shockwave (Ironhide joined way later). Their goal was to find the allspark and restore life to Cybertron. They succeeded and the planet was reborn.

It was here Sentinel revealed Optimus's true heritage and that he was destined to succeed him as leader of the Autobots. Optimus being the noble leader he is turned down this position and decided to uncover Cybertron's artifacts. Megatron however had overheard this conversation and of course history repeats itself. (You can read the wiki to learn more its super interesting!!)

#transformers #transformers bayverse #optimus prime #megatron #ironhide #elita one #shockwave #maccadam #ratchet #bumblebee #bayformers #bayverse optimus #tf idw #transformers idw

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shroombell · 2 days

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im really normal about these guys i promise

progress shots below!

my lines arent the greatest on this one (because if i do proper line, my probability of completing something decreases by like 50% lmao) but if you wanna have a go colouring them, go ahead! just make sure to credit me for line if you post it <3

#transformers #shroombell binary stars au #transformers au #transformers fanart #shroombell art #maccadam #transformers idw #sideswipe #sunstreaker #sideswipe and sunstreaker #transformers sideswipe

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ikkosu · 2 days

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Listening to Nicki Minaj and David Guetta song called hey mama gave me ideas....

Beginning 2000'. Ur a sport car racer in the city of ur choice and ur kinda known in town to be very good.

Imagine one day u found an abandonned race car that has a yellow orange red paint job and decide to repair it and use it to do races (u know, like the one in Tokyo?). Because like, the car has a unique design u've never seen before, not even for a rally. And is in perfect condition.

The day of the race, u arrive and everyone is quiet bc wow, that car is new, shiny and beautiful. They all stare at u, including others competitors.

In summary, u start ur race, and praise the car asf like "yeah baby, give me all u've got", "show them what u can do", "that's right, go on, don't stop","such a perfect engine revving to prove them we are the best"... and u notice the car litteraly has no speed limite, is doing an outrageously good performance and seems to be enjoying the race. The adrenaline running through ur blood make u ignore the fact that the car seems to react and live the moment.

Because of this, u win every races and end up beating every records. Nobody has ever made such an impressive performance.

To avoid having people touch ur new jewel, you leave quickly after recieving some prices and go back home. You blast some music to celebrate.

Back home, u decide to wash the car when u notice some weird pinky liquid coming out from under the car.

If u want u can eventually write what happen next (it's midnight and my brain is nwjfifishs) but i kust wanted to share this idea with u :))

Have a nive day/night ~~~<3

gosh!! that is such a good idea omg. I always like the idea of bots going along whatever their new humans are taking them to, preffering to remain silent while the human just,,does whatever they want to do lmaoo. Only escaping to their bases at night then returning the morning after like they hadnt left.

Given the human is a racer I can imagine they would manhandle the car a lot,,,,and Cybertronian are naturally sensitive on the driving wheel as well as the joysticks (and the pedals, too. Especially, the pedals) which leads to several pent up 'frustrations' from the bot themselves....👀👀

Doesn't also help the way you keep praising the car, touches always so rough yet soft when you knead the joystick or swivel the wheel....

I don't have much to add but,,,,

—CURIOUS, you hunch over, other hand pointing the mouth of the hose to the crevices of the wheels. They rolled across enough dirt already, but you miss impatient skidding of the the wheels back and forth.

Whatever strange substance that was, it had a tangy smell to it — almost pungent, yet also a little sweet?

You curled out a finger and dipped it into the viscous liquid. It was strangely cool to the touch, yet the tip of your skin flared with a mild burn a only a balm would induce.

Moreover, the crush, candy color were reminiscent of the cherry flavored Gatorade, you hoard often from the shops. Is this some new kind of fuel? If so, then why weren't you informed? Trends these days....always so discreet. But, how did it end up here?

The thought of shoving your finger inside your mouth, going against all ethical hygiene practices for a taste to satisfy your curiosity, is short-lived the moment the engine rumbled.

But it wasn't just a rumble....almost like a whine. Did it just breedle? Did it talk?

You yelped and scrambled on your back when the car shifted : a blur of mesh metal parts, churning and transforming into shape. Then, a shadow loomed above you, caging you in. Chuffs of steam heaved, like breaths of a a beast and two blue flaring lights for eyes, fervent and desperate...

#transformers #maccadam #transformers x reader #transformers idw #ikkoasks #suggestive

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nightrazor3242 · 2 days

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Show me your Transformers OC, I want all your info dumps on them, rant to me about them, tell me their back story, I need the angst, I'm not asking I'm threatening you <3

#transformers idw #mtmte #oc art #transformers #art #your ocs #maccadam #tf idw

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freakedknight · 9 hours

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Prowl WIP might change some things

#transformers #prowl #transformers idw #maccadam

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colormatic · 1 day

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WTF IS THIS THEIR CHILD? AKHHHH

#mtmte #transformers #transformers mtmte #transformers idw #more than meets the eye #brainstorm #perceptor

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transingthoseformers · 2 days

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Megatron : and I was thinking that— who is that?

Overlord My husband, now-

Megatron: is that Trepan?

Overlord:

Megatron: did you marry Trepan?

#maccadam #transformers #I've got opinions on overpan with megatron finding out #this is for our one earthspark au #tfe overlord #tre trepan #honorary tags #tfe megatron #who still has bad history with trepan #transformers earthspark #transformers idw

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xenoisbarkingintothevoid · 1 day

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Yo did anyone else see the Transformers One trailer, see D-16, and just smell the IDW in the air? Or was that just me.

Like yes there ARE absolutely elements of TFP too but THINK ABOUT IT Y'ALL--

#If op and megs don't have a “the system is bad we need to fix it” “the system is working as intended and so we need to destroy it” moment #I will be Very Very Sad #transformers one #transformers idw #Maccadam's old oil house #maccadam #transformers prime #megatron #optimus prime

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idwtransformers-vibe · 2 days

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(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠) a fluffy fic with idw prowl, maybe (fem.reader) them having to share a habsuite because they're transferred to a different facility. so, one berth. prowl, after mass displacement, begrudingly sleeps next to the human and reluctantly submits to the cuddles (human is too soft not to cuddle.)

Heya! Hope you don't mind me using my Soul-Spark Airways idea in this! If you want, I can tag you in it!

Now, onto the one berth trope (my favorite tbh)

IDW Prowl sharing a berth with fem!reader:

"Are you serious?" Prowl glared at Optimus and Soul-Spark Airways maintenance manager. "What do you mean I have to share MY hab with (Y/n)?" He demanded an answer. He does not like the thought of sharing his space. He loved his space. Never once had he ever had a roommate, not in his personal quaters, at least. The war is over. Why should he share his space with a human?

"Prowl, it is only temporary. Unfortunately, her documents got mixed up, and someone at the badging office deactivated her badge by accident. She is not allowed to be alone on Cybertron until her badge is working again, and since it's not working, she can't be alone without an escort... You are the only one available with the authorization to escort her." Optimus explained apologetically. He knew he was asking for a lot with these terms. While he didn't want to force Prowl into this, he would hate for the woman to get stranded somewhere on Cybertron.

"We'll try to get her badge sorted as quick as we can and try to relocate her documents." The maintenance manager chimed in. He felt bad for both his mechanic and Prowl. Mainly for the mechanic, though, as this was sheer bad luck.

Prowl glared at the human who stood on the table before him. He glared down at the fragile yet resilient being. "Why not find the IDIOT who deactivated her badge and the IDIOT who lost her he documents?" He seethed.

"Well... The badging office is a different company-" The manager was soon cut off by an irritated groan.

Prowl has met (Y/n) before. She had done heavy maintenance on him after he had gotten into a pretty bad battle. At the time, she was the only mechanic available and performed emergency repairs on him. He hadn't seen her since then, though. But, he has spoken to her before through comms. She had always helped him with getting things delivered. "Fine. She can stay with me." He huffed. His optics narrowed at the two as they both seemed to have a look of relief on their faces.

"Thank you... We'll have someone pick her up."

"You better have someone alright." He grumbled.

A few hours went by. He figured (Y/n) was having to go through strict security protocol as she no longer had her badge.

Soon, he heard a knock on the door. He left his desk and went to open the door. There she was, in her mechanic uniform with a bag full of clothes and necessities. She gave him a smile, quite happy to see him again. "Long time no see." She smiled.

"Indeed." He moved himself out of the way to let her in.

Once she was in, he shut the door behind her. She seemed to be admiring the cleanliness of his hab. "Nice place." She complimented.

Prowl didn't respond. He only carefully moved past her to go back to his desk. (Y/n) tried to see what he was looking at on the datapad, but was too small to see. She heard him grumble in his language over something. She can understand Cybertronian somewhat, but only enough to greet someone or to excuse herself.

Little to her knowledge, Prowl was trying to locate her documents herself. But since he does not work for Soul-Spark Airways, he was denied access. He could manipulate the system... But he doesn't feel like facing the consequences of losing this company's trust.

So, he simply set the datapad down and looked down at them. "I'm going to lay down some rules. Do not touch my stuff, do not leave this hab unless I am with you, or until you have your badge back, and do not stick your nose into my business, and once you have your badge, you're out, understood?"

She nodded. She was warned that he was quite prickly. Although, it was go figure for her. He was always stern and prickly when he wanted certain things transported when the war was going on not too long ago.

Later that evening, after (Y/n) had her dinner, and Prowl had refueled. One got ready to turn in for the night while the other was looking at more data files. "So... Where will I sleep?" The woman asked.

Prowl sighed and looked over his shoulder as if she were disrupting him. She wasn't. He's just annoyed about sharing his space. "You can sleep on my berth."

"What about you, though?" She asked with confusion in her voice. There was only one berth here, where was he going to rest?

"I plan on staying up."

"Prowl, I've worked on your systems before. Your tanks don't have enough energy to pull off 24 hours. Not like an aircraft bot, they can do 24 to 48 hours." (Y/n) explained. This earned her quite the grimace from the autobot. He clearly didn't like being told that his body could not handle the 24-hour function.

"Rest." He ordered.

"You know I'm right-"

"And I don't care. Now sleep." He ordered once more.

The mechanic rolled her eyes some. He was still the same stubborn mech. So, she laid on his berth without another word. She tried to sleep, but it was proven difficult. She spent so much time being a Cargo-Runner that she had gotten used to the sound of a bots internal system running. She normally slept inside of her aircraft bot friend. Their system internal system was loud, but soothing to her. So the sudden silence with the only sound of tapping was a bit unsettling to her.

Prowl would tap away at the files. His systems started signifying that it was time to rest. He would defer the warning, but then it would come right back. This kept happening that he just tossed the datapad onto the desk. He turned his helm to look at the barely sleeping human. A part of him yearned for human touch. The plush and soft feeling of them was almost the equivalent of a human hugging a soft plushie, almost.

He carefully stood up from his desk and made his way over to the berth. He stared at her more. The soft hue of his optics glowed down on her figure. He went back and forth in his mind. A part of him says no, why in Primus's name would he cuddle someone, while the other part him wondered what's the harm in cuddling a human? This could help him relax, which is something he really needed. 'Oh, frag it.' He thought to himself. Prowl carefully laid next to (Y/n)

This startled her slightly, a little surprised to find herself being spooned by the grumpy bot. "Prowl?"

"Go to sleep." He mumbled. Prowl was not about to have this conversation now. He didn't want to, and he never will.

She could feel his firm hold on her. It didn't too tight, but firm enough to the point that she couldn't move, but she found a way to shift herself around some enough to face herself towards him. He surprisingly felt comfortable, he felt warm. He felt like something that came fresh out of the dryer.

So, she laid her head on his chassis. There was the sound she craved to hear, they running sound of the Cybertronian system. She could finally feel herself become sleepy.

Prowl was a bit surprised by this, but he accepted it nonetheless. He slowly rubbed her back and entangled his legs with hers. This felt good on his joints, not that he was that old, but it does feel good. He could see why a lot of bots made cuddle buddies out of the humans. Maybe he could make a cuddle buddy out of her? Well... Maybe not... He needs to give it some thought. For now, he'll enjoy this moment. He buried his face into the top of her head and sighed with satisfactory. Maybe this arrangement wasn't so bad after all.

#transformers idw #transformers #idw prowl #idw prowl x reader #hope this was good!

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tinydefector · 6 hours

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Hi hi hi can I please request shockwave (any ) using a holoform for the first time and he can’t stop kissing his human partner because he loves it so much..?

Holographic

Shockwave x human Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings; none

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Human eyes linger on Shockwave as he works in reattaching his holomatter device, their head Is tilted as they watch him as he tinkers with the gadget. "whatcha you doing?" They finally ask. They knew Shockwave worked on multiple projects but they didn't know what this one was. Shockwave's optic narrows slightly as he continues his work, focused on the project at hand. He doesn't immediately respond to the human's question, his attention fully absorbed by the task as he re attached it to his arm.

"I am working on a holo-matter projection," Shockwave finally replies, his voice monotone. "I am testing its capabilities and potential applications, as so far I've only been successful with maintaining it for less then a standard human hour." The human takes a step closer, their curiosity evident in their expression, as they linger watching him with full interest. "Holo-matter, That sounds fascinating. What exactly does it do?"

Shockwave briefly looks up from his work, his optic meeting their gaze. "Holo-matter projection involves the creation of three-dimensional objects using a combination of light and matter manipulation. It has various potential applications, such as creating realistic simulations, enhancing visual displays, or even constructing physical structures."

Their eyes widen with excitement as they take in Shockwave's explanation. The move even closer watching him reinstall it into his arm. "So, it's like creating solid objects out of thin air, Can you show me?" Shockwave pauses, considering the request. With a few swift movements, Shockwave activates the holo-matter projection device. This particular application of holo-matter is a deeply personal and significant aspect of his work, one that he has rarely shared with anyone.

"Accessing holo-matter technology for personal use is restricted," Shockwave responds, "However, in the interest of scientific observation, I can provide a limited demonstration." With a series of swift movements, Shockwave activates the holo-matter projection device, and a shimmering, translucent figure materialises before them.

Their eyes widen in awe as they take in the holoform, their hands come up to cup his face. The human avatar looked nothing like they had expected, they were expecting a mad scientist yet shockwave looked rather normal. One of His eyes was a warm ember and the other was sticking ice blue. He looked rather handsome yet nothing like the real shockwave.

"Holoform is a specialised application of holo-matter technology. It allows me to project a visually and audibly convincing representation of myself, enabling interactions with the physical world. Most times it is used for blending in on organic planets, the only flaw in the device is time, they are limited in what they withstand"

Their gaze lingers on the holoform, their fascination evident. "So, it's like a holographic avatar that can interact with the environment?" Shockwave nods, his optic brightening slightly. "Indeed, the holoform possesses limited physicality, allowing for basic interactions. However, it primarily serves as a means for me to navigate and interact with the physical world while maintaining my primary form in a secure location."

Shockwave's ‘eyes’ flickers with surprise as their hands cup his holoform's face. The unexpected touch momentarily breaks through his normally composed demeanour, causing a faint ripple of uncertainty within him. He observes their expression, their eyes filled with genuine shock and curiosity.

"Your holoform... it's not what I expected," the human murmurs, their voice tinged with awe. "You look... different. Handsome." He has never given much thought to his appearance, as aesthetics have always been secondary to his scientific pursuits. The observation of his holoform's attractiveness is a concept that is foreign to him.

"I assure you, my holoform's appearance is designed for functionality rather than aesthetics," Shockwave responds, his voice remaining monotone despite the subtle ripple of uncertainty within him.

They cup his face this time tracing the outline of the eyebrows, lips and just admiring how different it is. The feeling for Shockwave is strange, delightful. "Well if it means anything I happen to rather like your holoform" they giggle pressing a soft peck to his nose.

"You... find my holoform appealing?" he repeats, his voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty. The concept of someone finding his appearance appealing is entirely new to him. The touch leaves a faint imprint on his memory banks, triggering fragmented recollections from a time before, fractured memories flicker.

They continue smiling at him. "Anytime Shockwave, you should use this form more often, it's beautiful" they state, fingers continue to dance across his face. The notion of his holoform being beautiful is a foreign concept to him, but the sincerity in the human's voice leaves a lingering impact.

Before Shockwave can fully process their statement, the human's words are followed by a sudden and unexpected action. Shockwave's holoform leans in and presses a kiss upon their lips. As the kiss lingers, Shockwave's processor races, attempting to process the implications of this unexpected and illogical act of his own.

After a brief, lingering moment, Shockwave slowly pulls away, his eyes flickering with a mix of emotions. "I... apologise, that was inappropriate," he says, his voice tinged with an uncharacteristic hesitance. "I... was testing a hypothesis."

The human's gaze meets his, their expression a mix of surprise and curiosity. "A hypothesis?" Shockwave's optic dims slightly as he gathers his thoughts, attempting to articulate his conflicting emotions. "I have been studying the nature of human emotions and their impact on decision-making. I sought to explore the effects of physical intimacy on the human psyche."

"You're more than welcome to kiss me again Shockwave" they laugh, eyes sparkling as they stand in his arms, they were tempted to tease him but decided against it. Shockwave's optic flickers, his processor turning gears as he thinks over their words and the genuine warmth in their laughter.

With a subtle shift in his holoform's expression, Shockwave allows himself to lean in once again. His lips meet the human's in a soft yet lingering kiss, a moment of connection that speaks volumes of the emotions he struggles to fully comprehend, it was as if he had been hit with a train of emotions, many that to him were illogical.

As they stand in each other's embrace, the boundaries that once separated them begin to dissolve further. The scientific detachment that once defined Shockwave's existence gives way to a burgeoning desire for a deeper connection,he craves to kiss them more. In that moment, as their lips remain locked and their emotions mingle, Shockwave finds himself willingly forgetting the stance of logic.

They kiss him back eagerly, hand cupping his cheek as their lips move against his. Fingers toying with his hair. As their lips move against his, Shockwave finds himself instinctively responding, his holoform's arm encircling the human's waist. His own hand tentatively reaches up to rest against the back of their neck, his fingers gently tangling in their hair.

The touch and taste of the human consumes his senses, leaving Shockwave with a mixture of exhilaration and uncertainty. replaced by a growing desire to understand and embrace the complexities of these newfound emotions, to give what he could to them so willingly.

They nearly squeal as he pulls them closer, more giggles leave them as Shockwave continues kissing them. "Shockwave hahahah, having fun are you?" His optics flickers with a mix of surprise and amusement at the human's playful response. The sound of their laughter fills the air, leaving a lingering warmth within him. As they inquire about his enjoyment, a rare hint of a smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

"I... find this experience rather... enjoyable," he admits, his voice carrying a faint trace of amusement. "It is a deviation from my usual scientific pursuits, but I appreciate the connection and the emotions it elicits."

However, his momentary amusement is cut short as the holoform begins to fade away, leaving the human pouting in disappointment. Shockwave's features transition back to their usual stoic expression. "I apologise for the abrupt end," he says, his voice returning to its usual monotone. "The holoform has its limitations, and it cannot be sustained indefinitely."

The human's pout softens, their gaze meeting his with a mix of understanding and lingering affection. " could you lean down so I can give you another kiss?” The ask softly, Shockwave gives in almost instantly, letting them pepper small kisses along his helm.

As Shockwave stands there he debates finally having the empurata reversed. It had never been something that had a logical reason to be done but now, it was only logical if he intended to have more kisses from them. along with finding a way to lengthen the holoforms time limit since they seemed to enjoy it.

"Shockwave you haven't short circuited on me have you?" They ask while looking up at his optics. A smile lingers on their lips. Shockwave's optic flickers as he processes the human's words, his thoughts momentarily interrupted by their playful inquiry. The smile that lingers on their lips tugs at something deep within him, a mixture of fondness and a newfound desire to explore the uncharted territories of emotion.

"I... apologise for the momentary interruption," he replies, his voice regaining its usual stoic tone. "There are matters that require my attention." As he gazes down at the human, his optic flickers with a mix of determination and a newfound vulnerability. The idea of reversing the empurata, of regaining the physical capacity to experience more intimate moments, becomes increasingly appealing. "However," he continues, his voice carrying a hint of hesitation, "I am enjoying this experience and would ask that we continue this arrangement.” They give him one last small kiss before finally pulling away. “I'd be more Than happy with that Shockwave”

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