Heatwave’s Naughty Corner

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[naughtywave]

Pushing deep, Heatwave leaned forward to gather the cabling that hid High Tide’s faceplate from view and drew it back with a tug that was firm enough to raise his helm.

“Take a look at us, Tide~ You’re gorgeous when you’re taking my spike like a good mech.”

[sinnedseamech]

That firm tug at his cabling made High Tide’s spinal strut quiver underneath the firebot, gritting his dentae to hiss a moan out as his valve clenched. Unfocused optics tried to look away, but everytime he felt that tug on his cabling or even that spike pushing deep it made his helm shot back up with a whine, his armorless back flush against his chest.

“Nnhggg... H-Heat-- Ah!~” He couldn’t properly form a sentence almost, tail thumping on the floor almost rhythmically with Heatwave’s thrusts.

[naughtywave]

Heatwave used his free servo to delicately trace the scars along his sparkmate’s torso. “I love every bit of you…”

Feeling the vibrations from High Tide’s thumping tail, the firebot sped up his hips. “Don’t look away, Sweetspark…”

[naughtywave]

Heatwave smirked, slipping a servo between his sparkmate’s legs to teasingly rub against his panel.

“Well, if you want a ride, all you have to do is ask~”

[sinnedseamech]

High Tide’s thighs quivered at the tease on his panel, nearly squeezing the datapad in his hold as he tried to hold back a noise. His gaze fell on Heatwave again, albeit slightly shy now.

“Ye really think ye can handle my weight like... this? I seriously doubt it.” He was a bit tempted to try it, though...

[naughtywave]

“I’m trained to carry twice my own weight…” Heatwave stretched up slightly to press nippy little kisses into Hugh Tide’s neck cables. “Besides, if you’re riding my spike, you’ll be using those strong thighs of yours to keep your weight off me… and your hips moving… and that tight little valve of yours driving me crazy~”

[dragvnsovl]

XXX [Heatwave/Roddy]

Send in "XXX" and I'll generate an NSFT prompt for our muses!

    After a particularly hard day, it's obvious Heatwave needs some special attention and reassurance. Rodimus takes them to bed and gives them long, emotionally gratifying comfort sex.

It had been a rough day for Heatwave, that much was obvious with how haggard he looked. Of course, Rodimus wasn't going to let that stand.

So here they were, the Prime absolutely pampering his lover and peppering adoring kisses over his face, gently thrusting into his valve with such tenderness. His servos roam over the firebot's frame with kneads and massages while he gave praises and encouragement.

"Doin' so good, Heats. Such a good rescuebot.. So good for me. Just relax and I'll take care of you."

[naughtywave]

Heatwave moaned softly at the treatment, lifting his hips slightly to meet Rodimus’s thrusts.

“Mm~ so good to me Roddy~” The firebot’s field wrapped around his lover’s as he tilted his helm to catch those elusive dermas with his own. “You feel amazing…”

[sinnedseamech]

XXX

@naughtywave

NSFT generated prompts

Heatwave fucks High Tide in front of a mirror and makes them watch as Heatwave takes them. Bonus points if High Tide has a hard time looking and Heatwave grabs them by the hair or face to make sure they see themselves getting railed.

It took some convincing, but Heatwave got High Tide to use the Minimizer on himself a second time just so they could have some more fun like the other time. That the sailor didn’t mind, he liked whenever his sparkmate took control and topped him. But of course Heatwave would have a better idea on his mind.

He had to bite at his lip to contain his own moans, clawed servos grasping at themselves whenever he felt that heated spike hit a new cluster of nodes. He didn’t even dare to look up from his position, knowing that right in front of him there was a cleverly placed mirror that showed his heavily scarred self and the cabling hair that conveniently hid his faceplate.

[naughtywave]

Pushing deep, Heatwave leaned forward to gather the cabling that hid High Tide’s faceplate from view and drew it back with a tug that was firm enough to raise his helm.

“Take a look at us, Tide~ You’re gorgeous when you’re taking my spike like a good mech.”

[sinnedseamech]

“My ideal body weight is yours on mine.”

@naughtywave

MORE CRINGY DIRTY & FLIRTY PICK-UP LINES SENTENCE STARTERS !

High Tide’s gaze shifted from the datapad in his hold to stare at the mech now seated in one of his thighs, optic ridge shooting up with a bit of a chuckle. It did made him a bit flustered, double points for that!

“Oh really? Ye really think so?” Peridot gaze shifted back to his datapad, almost if certain of what he was going to say. “The way ye said that implied that ye can handle my frame when I’m both fillin’ ye up and ridin’ ye. So far ye only managed one of those feats.”

[naughtywave]

Heatwave smirked, slipping a servo between his sparkmate’s legs to teasingly rub against his panel.

“Well, if you want a ride, all you have to do is ask~”

[coetusmachina]

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎( ✧ ― @naughtywave || no intro required ― ✧ ) ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎🔥[Heatwave and Chase]‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

"Heatwave... Primus..!"

Chase groaned as he laid back on the berth, vents coming heavily as he braced his pedes against it and tightened his grip on Heatwave's hips as he bucked up into him lightly. The idea had been to give as much of the control to Heatwave as possible, but, Primus, it was getting harder and harder for the policebot to think clearly with how good the other felt wrapped around his spike.

[naughtywave]

Straddled over Chase’s hips, Heatwave bit back a moan as the policebot’s spike penetrated deeper without warning. Frag, it felt so good… but it wasn’t what they’d been going for.

Lifting himself just enough to let Chase’s spike slip free, the firebot leaned forward to press his dermas to a navy blue audio receiver. “You’re not following the rules, Sweetspark~ You wanna just forget them and frag me into the berth?” He shifted to give Chase a proper kiss before sitting back and rocking his hips to let the policebot’s slick shaft glide between his valve lips. “Or do you still want me to ride you at my own pace?” Heatwave hummed as his anterior node was stimulated.

“Either way works for me~”

[coetusmachina]

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎( ✧ ― @naughtywave || no intro required ― ✧ ) ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎🔥[Heatwave and Steamtrack]‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

"Frag.."

She panted softly as she looked down at Heatwave laid out on the berth beneath her, vents coming heavily as she pushed into him. Since the twins, they had decided that she'd give her valve a break for a bit. And, honestly, there were no complaints from her. Looking down at him, she couldn't help but grin and lean over to start peppering his jaw and neck with kisses as she started to start a steady pace, one servo holding his hip while the other held onto his thigh at her waist.

"Primus, almost forgot how pretty you looked taking my spike, Heats.~"

[naughtywave]

Heatwave moaned, gripping the blankets beneath him as his beloved pushed into his already dripping valve. Opening his optics, he found Steamtrack grinning at him before the kisses began to land everywhere but where he wanted one the most. Not that he wasn’t fully appreciative of the ones he was receiving, he simply wanted to feel those soft dermas against his own.

His train of thought, such as it was, broke the moment she began moving inside him.

“I don’t think I could ever forget how beautiful you look when you’re taking my valve…” He let go of the blanket with one servo in order to guide her dermas to his for a sultry kiss. “But you should definitely do it more often, just in case~”

[naughtywave]

“You want a surprise huh? I think I can do that…”

Heatwave positioned himself between his sparkmate’s thighs and knelt on the floor. Leaning forward, he swiped his glossa between swollen valve lips.

“Mm, forgot just how good you taste~” Silver digits came up to spread that deep blue valve wide as the firebot plunged his glossa deeper, twisting and curling to find the most sensitive node clusters hidden within.

His free servo stroked lovingly against a dark thigh for a while before shifting over to give the sea mech’s neglected spike some attention.

[sinnedseamech]

High Tide shuddered when the cold air against his valve was replaced with his sparkmate’s glossa, letting out a soft little groan as it clenched around nothing a few times.

“And I nearly forgot how good yer glossa feels... Ngh!” He nearly bucked his hips when Heatwave sank his glossa in, legs visibly shaking a bit as puffs of steam emerged from his intake.

Vents hitched at the attention given to his spike, holding onto the sheets while trying to keep himself stable to appreciate the view between his legs with a shaky moan.

“Nn... Ye always make me feel so good~”

[naughtywave]

“I could say the very same about you, Sweetspark~” Heatwave purred quietly to add some vibration against High Tide’s array before pulling back slightly and turning his attention to pristine thighs. Running his free servo over the surface, he stuck his lower lipplate out in an exaggerated pout.

“You buffed out my bite marks from the last time...” The firebot leaned in and nipped at the dark plating, making sure he could feel that slight give beneath his dentia.

“Guess I’ll just have to rebrand you as mine~”

[naughtywave]

Heatwave gripped the edge of the desk, moaning out praise and clenching as the new angle of High Tide’s thrusts hit different node clusters.

“Frag me til you’re dry~ I’m not going anywhere~”

[sinnedseamech]

“Careful, ‘Wave... Ye don’t want me t’ cause a mess~”

High Tide lowered his helm with rumble coming out of him from the praises, gritting his dentae every time he hit a different node cluster combined with the tightness around his spike. Quickly replacing his servos with a wrapped tail around Heatwave’s waist, he leaned foward to rest both servos by his sides on the desk, quietly grunting as his spike went deeper.

“Ye are a-always so tight... It nearly drives me crazy~”

[naughtywave]

“I don’t? You sure about that?”

Feeling that tail coil around his waist, or any part of his anatomy for that matter, did things to him. Heatwave groaned, clenching his valve to keep High Tide as deep as possible for as long as possible.

“That’s because… I want you to stay inside me~”

He could swear the desk trim was furrowing beneath his clutching digits as that massive spike worked even deeper.

“Frag~ but I also… wanna be fragged… until I can’t feel my struts~”

[themusewhomuses]

Anonymously send my muse a wet dream. Make them feel horny or fluster when they’re awake.

[naughtywave]

Heatwave let Blades ride him for a few minutes before tightening his grip and stilling the helibot’s hips.

“Take it easy, Beautiful. I’ll take care of you, don’t you worry~” He leaned over and pressed a kiss to the side of Blades’s helm. “I always do, don’t I?”

The firebot snapped his hips forward, then slowly pulled back until just the very tip remained within before plunging forward again. “I love feeling the way your valve grips…. Like I belong inside you~” One servo strayed from orange hips to stroke over the helibot’s neglected spike as Heatwave’s movements gained a little more speed.

[subnoctiis]

Blades whimpers low when he's stopped, looking over his shoulder at Heatwave with a heated gaze. Blades hums at the little kiss to his audial, " Y-Yeah, you do. Oh, Heatwave I need you so much~ " he continues to whine and whimper. he really did need the firebot fragging him, like yesterday.

when Heatwave thrust into him, Blades gasped and moaned, servos gripping at the berth as he's pushed forward into it. the drag of his spike in his valve has him venting rather ragged, plates flaring to the max to vent the quickly building heat in his frame. steam escaped his intake with every vent, already really riled up despite the fact they'd just started.

" Ah-! Y-You do! " he cries out as Heatwave thrusts into him again, " You belong in me, filling me up~ " he sighs, before gasping at the touch to his spike. he's biting his lip plate again, bucking into the firebot's touch as his thrusts became faster. his rotos shiver and tremble,

" Please... please, f-faster!~ "

[naughtywave]

Heatwave released Blades’s spike, making sure to bring his servo up to lick the lubricant from his digits before settling it back at the helibot’s hip.

Though the firebot was used to working in overheated environments, his fans were working hard to expel his built up internal heat. He squeezed his beloved’s hips tightly in his servos and leaned forward to murmur praise and dirty talk against an orange audial fin as he finally allowed himself to let go of restraint.

Heatwave’s spike hit fast and deep, soft little moans escaped his lipplates as his rapidly fogging processor tried to keep the litany of praise going.

[naughtywave]

Heatwave chuckled.

“Why d’you think I sent pictures in the first place?”

He came closer and settled onto High Tide’s thigh. “I figured you’d get lonely without me~” Pulling the mech’s helm forward for a heated kiss, the firebot let a servo drop to stroke the proudly erect spike.

“But now… I’m here and you’re here…” He gave those steamy lipplates one final peck before lifting lubricant coated digits to his intake and gently licking them clean.

“So….. You gonna lay back and let me ride you? Or would you prefer ‘help’ by a different method?”

[sinnedseamech]

High Tide gladly leaned onto the heated kiss, frame shivering the slightest followed by a quiet groan at the attention given to his pulsing spike. Given how sensitive he seemed to be, apparently the seamech had been touching himself for a while.

“Well......” He allowed himself to lay back while keeping his torso supported by his elbows, spreading his legs open a bit more to show himself to his sparkmate with a bit of a teasing smirk. “Surprise me~”

[naughtywave]

“You want a surprise huh? I think I can do that…”

Heatwave positioned himself between his sparkmate’s thighs and knelt on the floor. Leaning forward, he swiped his glossa between swollen valve lips.

“Mm, forgot just how good you taste~” Silver digits came up to spread that deep blue valve wide as the firebot plunged his glossa deeper, twisting and curling to find the most sensitive node clusters hidden within.

His free servo stroked lovingly against a dark thigh for a while before shifting over to give the sea mech’s neglected spike some attention.

[naughtywave]

It was rare that they had a chance to get intimate, but with the firehouse mostly empty tonight, Heatwave had taken the golden opportunity presented, bent over the back of the couch, and whispered a few choice words into Blades’s audio receptor as the helibot flipped through tv channels.

Television forgotten, they’d stumbled into Heatwave’s hab amid heated kisses and wandering servos. Once securely behind a locked door, panels had transformed away and touches had become far more intimate.

Now, Heatwave’s engine rumbled at the sight before him. He slid a servo over Blades’ aft, letting the tip of a broad digit tease at the entrance to that welcoming valve. “You’re beautiful when you’re needy, you know that?”

Moving in behind his beloved, he gave his own leaking spike a few firm strokes before resettling his servos onto white hips and pulling them back. A loud groan of pleasure escaped as his spike was taken to the hilt.

“Ah~ Frag…. Primus, you feel so good~”

[subnoctiis]

Blades might have wiggled his hips at the other, still biting his lower lip plate as he waited for Heatwave to react. a shiver ran down his back struts and rotors as the firebot's servo went over his aft, the teasing digit making a hoarse little mewl leave his intake. they're so lucky that they had the bunker basically to themselves!

he can't help but chuckle breathlessly at the compliment, " I like it when you call be beautiful... call me it again? " he asks softly, frame already running hot and plating flaring to let out the excess heat.

anticipation rand through Blades' circuits as Heatwave came up behind him, standing on his tip toes, really showing himself off. the feeling of Heatwave's spike sliding into his slick valve had him moaning rather loudly, servos finding purchase against the berth as he relished the feeling of his valve trying to stretch over the intrusion. calipers cycling down, he pushed back against Heatwave, trying to gather a little friction to build up a charge.

" S-So do you~ " Blades groaned out, basically fragging himself on Heatwave's spike.

[naughtywave]

Heatwave let Blades ride him for a few minutes before tightening his grip and stilling the helibot’s hips.

“Take it easy, Beautiful. I’ll take care of you, don’t you worry~” He leaned over and pressed a kiss to the side of Blades’s helm. “I always do, don’t I?”

The firebot snapped his hips forward, then slowly pulled back until just the very tip remained within before plunging forward again. “I love feeling the way your valve grips…. Like I belong inside you~” One servo strayed from orange hips to stroke over the helibot’s neglected spike as Heatwave’s movements gained a little more speed.

[sinnedseamech]

[ MORNING ]:  sender  wakes  receiver  up  with  sex.

@naughtywave

*      ―    ﴾  𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠  𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜  ﴿   :    𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘  𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

Usually, whenever High Tide woke up from recharging, Heatwave was already gone for a rescue. But today was one of those days he opened his optics and witnessed that beautiful red frame tangled in his arms after... well, a heaty time last night. And that was a perfect opportunity to wake him up with a little surprise.

The seamech gently kissed at his sparkmate’s neck cables, slightly lifting one of his legs as his free servo slowly made its way through his frame, reaching his array and slowly sliding his digits across his panels. He didn’t want to rush it too much, there was really no reason to speed things up.

[naughtywave]

Heatwave rarely remembered what he’d been dreaming about once he was up and running for the day, so now he felt perfectly justified in letting himself sink more deeply into this one.

Soft kisses were pressed against his neck cables and thick digits that felt almost as familiar as his own teased at his panels. With a wordless hum, the firebot shifted ever so slightly to give the owner of those lipplates and digits easier access to his slowly warming frame.

[sinnedseamech]

"I see you're busy"

@naughtywave

Taking a little peek

Usually High Tide wasn’t the type to pleasure himself, even more so that he had some sort of control over himself. But the pictures Heatwave sent to his datapad these past days were surely pushing the mech over the edge, to the point he couldn’t simply ignore it and had to take matters into his own servos.

The sudden husky voice made the mech shiver and instinctively close his legs while peeking over his shoulder plate with a steamy ex vent. Lifting his free servo to clean the corner of his intake, the seamech shifted some on the berth and opened his legs a few, pulling out the lubricant coated digits from in between.

“W-Well, had to keep myself occupied while ye were busy...” He tilted his helm with a slight smirk after another steamy ex vent. “I wouldn’t mind some company... or help~”

[naughtywave]

Heatwave chuckled.

“Why d’you think I sent pictures in the first place?”

He came closer and settled onto High Tide’s thigh. “I figured you’d get lonely without me~” Pulling the mech’s helm forward for a heated kiss, the firebot let a servo drop to stroke the proudly erect spike.

“But now… I’m here and you’re here…” He gave those steamy lipplates one final peck before lifting lubricant coated digits to his intake and gently licking them clean.

“So….. You gonna lay back and let me ride you? Or would you prefer ‘help’ by a different method?”

[naughtywave]

Engine purring at the praise, a soft moan of approval left Heatwave’s vocoder when he felt the servo at the back of his helm.

Wrapping a servo around the base of High Tide’s spike, he began stroking it as he worked the tip deeper into his intake, humming and swallowing around the intrusion.

[sinnedseamech]

High Tide’s frame relaxed some, ridges furrowing in relief as a quiet groan left his vocoder, optics sliding shut for a moment and his helm tilting against the wall behind him. Even though a part of him wanted to move his hips against Heatwave’s intake, he wanted to take it slow as he always did.

“That’s it... just like that~” His voice became lower and huskier, puffing a bit of steam as he steadied himself better against the wall, his free servo gently tracing the underside of his sparkmate’s jaw. “Ye look so beautiful with my spike in yer intake~”

[naughtywave]

Heatwave swallowed a few times before slowly pulling back just enough to graze his glossa over the head.

He shifted his gaze upward to lock optics with his sparkmate. “And you make the cutest sounds when I have your spike in my intake…” The firebot kissed his way down the underside and ran his glossa back up to the tip before slipping the appendage back down his intake once more.

He managed to sink a few more inches inside than he had on his last dip. His engine rumbled with subdued pride while his digits wandered to toy with hip seams.

[subnoctiis]

@naughtywave : “You want on top, or would you prefer being fragged into the berth?”

Blades bites at his lip plate, denta leaving slight scratches in the grey metal. thankfully those would be easy to buff out after, but right now? he was too busy trying to think of which sounded more appealing. the Helibot leaned into Heatwave's chassis, digits sliding down the firebot's sides teasingly, optics dim as he reaches up to give him a rather heated kiss. the kiss lasted a while, before he pulled back and mumbled,

" Frag me into the berth. Please? " he asks, already pulling away to reach over to the berth in question, leaning his round chassis over the edge and showing off his panels as he spread his legs. which were already open; his slightly curved spike dribbling prefluid as his puffy valve dripped lubricant down his grey thighs. he looks over his shoulder, venting pathetically,

"Please, Heatwave...! "

[naughtywave]

It was rare that they had a chance to get intimate, but with the firehouse mostly empty tonight, Heatwave had taken the golden opportunity presented, bent over the back of the couch, and whispered a few choice words into Blades’s audio receptor as the helibot flipped through tv channels.

Television forgotten, they’d stumbled into Heatwave’s hab amid heated kisses and wandering servos. Once securely behind a locked door, panels had transformed away and touches had become far more intimate.

Now, Heatwave’s engine rumbled at the sight before him. He slid a servo over Blades’ aft, letting the tip of a broad digit tease at the entrance to that welcoming valve. “You’re beautiful when you’re needy, you know that?”

Moving in behind his beloved, he gave his own leaking spike a few firm strokes before resettling his servos onto white hips and pulling them back. A loud groan of pleasure escaped as his spike was taken to the hilt.

“Ah~ Frag…. Primus, you feel so good~”