Was stuck in a god awful bachelorette party all weekend and not a good brain cleanse lol
Maybe some Needy Heatwave part 2 as a palette cleanser? 🤤
Sure! 🔞 MDNI Mass displaced mech 🌶️
Needy Pt 2
RB Heatwave x Reader
• “You want me to beg,” he growls in your ear, hips snapping against you as your fingers fist in the sheets. Can hear the sounds you’re making as the headboard thumps against the wall. “Is that it?” He grunts, driving deep and grinding against you as you gasp his name. Every ragged vent stirs your hair, the hard edges of his heated frame draped against your back and probably leaving pressure marks on your skin as he groans. Leg sliding against the outside of his, you can’t move the way you want with him pinning you. Can’t push back to find a better angle.
• Growling in your ear when you don’t answer him, just moaning his name, he’s rolling his hips. “You think I won’t?” He growls, hips pumping to make you squirm under him. “That I can’t be a good sire?” Your head turns, eyes hooded with need to meet his optics. And he doesn’t blame you. Knows he’s rough around the edges. Not a soft mech like Boulder or Blades, but he’s never wanted something like this. Seeing you with a bitlet had unlocked that need. Rumbling as your fingers grasp his servos, you’re flushed. ‘Don’t stop.’
• “You want everything?” He growls, hips rolling lazily and you can feel every ridge on his spike stroking inside you. Know what he’s asking and you’re not at all sure either of you is ready for that. But that doesn’t stop you from wanting it when you imagine him holding a sparkling. ‘Don’t stop,’ you gasp again and he’s moving more urgently against you, hips pumping as he growls and you feel his plating shift against your back.
• Groaning as he snares you in his spark, you moan his name and tremble under him, fisting his spike. And he’s driving deep, hips rolling while he shudders against you. Overloading hard, his mouth brushes your shoulder, denta gripping you as he growls. Wrapping himself around the warmth of your light, he can feel his spike swelling to lock inside you as he coaxes you. Asking. Feels your uncertainty cascade through him, before you finally answer.
• Whimpering as that pull sings through you until you’re trembling under him, that coaxing becomes almost overwhelming as a sense of losing something of yourself echoes through you. And he’s everywhere, cocooning you in his mind and memories as that coaxing shifts into a question. Accepting as you feel his denta gripping your shoulder, you groan when he lifts up enough to break the contact with his spark and you both inhale at the tug of his spike inside you. And then he’s easing down at your back again, rumbling softly. “I think I was promised some begging,” you mumble as his glossa drags against the back of your shoulder to make you wonder if he broke the skin, unable to really care.
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I love writing the RB bots with a war trauma. I've never Rescue bots ( only seen RBA), so I don't I know the cannon outside of bits and pieces and what is shown in RBA Speciffically Blades, though cause he's orange. Imagine you live in a war-torn hell. It's been this way for thousands of years and showing no sign of getting better. And then boom! You wake up on a strange planet, and the war is over. Years later, you meet some kids. It's your job to teach them. They weren't around for the war. Some of them don't even know what a decepticon is. ( except Wedge ofc. Even still, he wasn't around for the war. Hotshot has heard of decipticons, but it seems at first he understood them a "boogey man" more than a war faction) Lives not scarred by war. Children existing when you thought your speicies would fight themselves into extinction.
I like to think Blades is just a little bit insane about the recruits. They all are. In little ways, like double-checking the locks. Standing outside during the night in case of a sneak attack. Or just simply watching them refuel and smiling because the recruits will never know the fear of that possible being the last time they have energon.
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Hey revel, is it as hot for you, as Its Here in Germany? Sometimes, working in a bakery aint working Out in my favor, i feel Like im being soft boiled Here, Theres Not even ac, its Just 30-40°C for 7 hours+ until i can go Home. And my period started Yesterday too. Im in agony. Can we get Some heatwave helping the caretakers with the heat? (Or any firetrucks haha)
Oh yikes! We’ve not gotten that high, but I think we’re hitting 90 F in a couple of days again. Alex Milne did a Heatwave for a commission back in 2020 and look at him. He’s just gorgeous. I love how this man can make any Cybertronian just so yummy. I still need to get my hands on HMO 1 & 2
Soft AU- Heat
Heatwave x Reader
• Primus, give him strength. Had been against this. Against being reduced to a glorified lawn sprinkler for a bunch of overheating humans, but then you’d asked while wearing next to nothing with your sweat-slick skin on display and his resolve had failed him completely. It’s embarrassing how quickly he’d caved. Staring at you stretched out on a lawn chair as he keeps up a steady, gentle rain for you and the other little humans, he shifts uncomfortably. Staring at that thin material that’s hiding all your mysteries. Plating heating from more than just the sun, he rumbles irritably.
• Relaxed as the cool water swings lazily over you and the others hanging out on the lawn, you rest your chin on an arm while you lay on your front. Glancing over at your assigned mech, he’s staring right at you, those optics intense when you meet them. Flustered, you look away. Uncomfortably aware of him when he looks at you like that. Like he’s starving and has his alien spark set on you. And you’ve flirted with him from time to time. Like his gruff humor and how blunt he can be, but you’ve yet to cross that line.
• Rumbling as you turn away, his fans cycle on. He’s tried being good. He’s been patient. Wanted you to come to him. Seek him out. But patience has never been his strong suit. And right now? You’re trying him when he’s dying to smooth his hands over you like you do him when you’re washing him. Keeps coming back even though every time it gets harder to keep his hands to himself when your own hands are all over him. It’s like you’re trying to see how far you can push before he loses control.
• Know a few of your coworkers have been sampling the exotic fare, though. Have heard the whispers. The rumors. Sneaking another glance at him, he’s still staring at you as he lazily swings his arm to keep the water raining down on everyone. As you watch, his optics narrow and his lip lifts to show his denta as he deliberately mimes biting. Flushing, you look away and you hear him chuckle. What was that? A threat? It feels like a threat as a shiver of heat and interest lift through you.
• Maybe he should start pushing back. See how you like it. Smirking as you steal glances at him, he stares you down. Daring you to say something. You touch him all over, leave your scent on him, and then just walk away. Fragging with him. Teasing him. Like you think there won’t be repercussions. Or maybe you want him to make the first move? Maybe that’s how your people court. Cutting off the water, he ignores the dismayed noises the other humans make as he walks over. And you meet his optics, expression uncertain as you tense. Like you’re thinking about bolting. Rumbling a warning, he reaches for you, picking you up chair and all as you nervously say his name. Asking what he’s doing like you don’t know as he carries you toward the habsuites.
