Omega Heatwave2617

Hello Everyone my name is Heatwave2617. I am currently in a courtship with High Tide my future Alpha Mech. We will have sparklings one day after bonding and becoming Conjunxes. My Muse is 41 years old.

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My New Updated Master Post

Hello Everyone I am now going by Omega Heatwave2617

I am currently in a courtship with High Tide my future Alpha Mech. Once we perform the Conjunx Endura we will then bond and hopefully try to have sparklings of our own. I am also a Carrier bot and I love my family so much they all come from different timelines or other dimensions/worlds. I am the leader of my rescue team, and they have mates or are hoping to enter a courtship with their future Alpha Mechs. Now before anyone says anything my future mate (High Tide) is a bit older than me, but I am going out on a limb by saying my current human age on this rp blog is 28 years old according to Cybertronian age that would make me the oldest of my rescue team. Chase is the second oldest he is 26 years old in human years. Since this blog will be a SFW and NSFW page account I will add by say that my muse does not condone underage sex or adult and minors being in a sexual relationship. So Please let us all just get long while you visit my muse's Tumblr page.

I am going to make a list of those in my family who are mated/bonded to their other halves.

Prowl and Jazz (Carrier and Sire to Chase their only creation)

Charlie Burns and Chase (They are the second older couple)

Kade and Hot Rod (Currently in a courtship)

Honorable mention couple but Cody is still too young for this kind of thing so I am going to say that Blurr will be acting like a big brother to Cody for now.

4. Thrash and Drift (They are not in a courtship yet, but it will happen)

As for me High Tide will be my future mate and for the rest of my omega family Prowl, Thrash, Kade, and Charlie are all some kind of human parent/ big brother/carrier bots. My family list is next on the Master Post. They are as followed:

Prowl (Carrier and Omega+Wife) Mate: Jazz ~Creation: Chase

Jazz (Sire and Alpha+Husband) Mate: Prowl ~Creation: Chase

Drift (Not in a courtship with Thrash yet)

Hot Rod (In a courtship with Kade)

Kade (In a courtship with Hot Rod) ~Oldest Son to Charlie

Dani (Beta) +Partner Blades ~Second Oldest Daughter to Charlie

Graham (Beta) +Partner Boulder ~ Third Oldest Son to Charlie

Cody (Omega) + No Partner ~Youngest Son to Charlie (Still a pup)

Thrash (Omega) + No Partner ~Adopted Creation to Prowl and Jazz (Younger Brother to Chase)

Blurr (Alpha Mech) + No Partner ~Acting as a brother to Cody, but the little pup is his future mate

Chase (Alpha Mech) Mate: Charlie Burns +Creators Prowl and Jazz (Older Brother to Thrash) ~SIC~ *After Me Aka Heatwave*

Boulder (Beta) + Partner Graham ~TIC~ No Mate but he loves everyone on his team

Blades (Beta) +Partner Dani Burns ~Medic in training Ratchet is his mentor~

Charlie (Omega) Mate: Chase ~Children *See above the names are listed already.* (Works well with Prowl, Jazz, Drift, Hot Rod, Blurr and the rest of his family.)

*High Tide is my future mate, and he is an Alpha Mech we are in a courtship right now oh and he also a Sire Mech which means that once I release my Carrier scent it will trigger my mates Sire Mech haze and well we will end up entering our Heat and Rut cycle. Plus we will end up trying for a sparkling which I know will happened since Sire Mechs and Alpha Mechs are also so dominant and powerful, but they are still tender and very loving to the one they are courting or are bonded to.*

This post has mention several times that I am in a courtship with High Tide I don't mean to constantly repeat myself but I am so happy this is probably one of the best days in my whole entire life. As Omega's we are prone to suffer painful heat cycles and carrier cramps cause's us to curl up and whine it could be dangerous if we do not have a Sire Mech and Alpha Mech to help us out with our heat cycle. They have to endure a very painful rut if they do not breed us by well fragging us all night long for 2 whole weeks until we get sparked.

I need to update my bio so that it matches this post I do not wish to give you all false information that could end up confusing you all who reads this post.

(A WARNING NOTE:

PLEASE DO NOT ASK ME FOR DONATIONS SEEING AS I AM DEALING WITH REAL LIFE ISSUES RIGHT NOW! NO GAZA ASKING ME TO DONATE TO THIER CAUSE OR OTHER CREEPY PEOPLE TRYING TO SEND ME WERID ASKS. I WILL BLOCK YOU SO HARD IT WILL MAKE YOUR HEAD SPIN.

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Oh and one more thing if I forget to tag this post it means that I am tired and I will do it later.

LOL silly me I should add my list of kinks that I will do. Here is the list of kinks/horny stuff I am into and willing to tag in my stories.

Heat/Rut Cycle *See all couples who loves to do this with their mates*

2. Breeding/Mating Press *See all couples who loves to do this with their mates.*

3. Biting ~Leaving claim/ mating marks on your Omegas aka Alpha Mechs know what to do during mating season. Treat your mates right My favorite boys know what I am talking about.~

4. Sub/Dom *See the list of family who are Alpha Mechs and Omegas plus Betas too.*

5. Knotting *Alpha Mechs do this with their mates* (ONLY!) ~This is very important because we do not want any random Alpha Mech trying to come around our family and scaring Cody.~

6. Valves * For the Omega Carrier Bots* (ONLY!) ~This is very important for any Omega Carrier Bot who is currently in a courtship with their future mates.~

7. Spikes *For Alpha Mechs and Sire Mechs* (ONLY!) ~This is very important for any Alpha Mech and Sire Mechs who are in a current courtship with their future mates.~

(A Small Side Note:

For any Omega humans who are in a relationship with their Alpha Mech Bot partner you have pussies (ONLY! so do not worry about not being able to slick. because your Alpha Mech Bot should already know how to pleasure your body enough to get you revved up and ready to be made love to by your mate.)

8. Transfluid and Lubricants *This is for both Omega Carrier Bots and Alpha Mechs and Sire Mechs.* (ONLY!) *We do not have to list this reason because this is already leading up to interfacing/love making for both mates to enjoy a night full of passion in berth.*

(AN Extra Note:

For male human Omegas you already are able to slick pretty well by now that your Alpha Mech Bot is so aroused by now he/they are ready to breed you and make love to you.)

9. Scenting and Nuzzling *This applies to any sort of affection being given to your mates and it is also for mated couples who love to be tender and cuddly with you sparkmate/bondmate*

P.S If I forget anything else in this post I will add it in another post soon. Oh and I will be tagging my posts from here on out so you all know who made this wonderful Master Post

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Some kind of weird bug over here

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Color picking pride flags from Transformers day 4 - Gay MLM/Tailgate

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A bunch of smiling Heatwave's, because I like when this grumpy bot smiles :)

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Is it ask pairing time? Do you like jazzprowl?

I love jazzprowl! I've drawn a few jazzprowl pieces before, so this question confused me! 😅

I like to ship them where they start off not being able to stand each other! Their personalities just don't mesh well, but they're the most competent people in their fields, so they have to work together! Begrudgingly, they start to respect the other's work even if it's not their preferred style. Prowl is so efficient with using every variable in the playing field that it's terrifying, and Jazz likes the security it brings. Jazz adapts to situations so flawlessly that he makes it look easy, and Prowl respects his cunning mind.

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Aww, Jazz and Prowl are adorable! I missed seeing them. The visor suits Prowl so well, and the fact that it matches Jazz’s makes it even better ❤️

It’s always a treat to draw them hehe

Here’s their full designs btw! I wanted to have them share some traits, like the visor and black and white color scheme. But mostly wanted them to stand apart from each other, because it’s funny to me to make them have very different looks and personality wise, just complete opposites.

Best way to describe them in this AU is: “looks like a cinnamon roll, could easily kill you” and “looks like he wants to kill you, is actually a cinnamon roll.” Jazz is all circles and soft shapes and smiles but he’s very very dangerous. While Prowl is all sharp and square shapes and frowns but is actually very sweet (deep down at least), he cares a lot about his fellow autobots, doesn’t show it in a conventional way but he tries his best to make sure they’re okay.

[omegaheatwave2617]

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Girls will literally adopt a tiny cherry blossom dragon and call that self care 🌸 (Available HERE)

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girls love him.

gays love him.

book nerds love him.

gamers love him.

This dragon is for the people 🌸🐉

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I FOUND YOU!

Could you PLEASE draw Heatwave x Kade if its not uncomfortable for you? Plz :3

Handsome x Handsome

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[omegaheatwave2617]

https://youtu.be/2JZ_eA2p7as?si=WfgTaZaHiMPdcd5D

I do know how to answer your question. But yes I do have YouTube but I only listen to music.

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First Prowl drawing

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💙 JAZZ! 💙

And finally, I finished this new drawing, yay! ^^

After so much struggling with the line art, color, and shading, I was able to finish this amazing drawing. It was exhausting, but it was worth it to draw Jazz again 😭💙

JUST LOOK AT HIM, HE LOOKS INCREDIBLE AND BEAUTIFUL AT THE SAME TIME, I LOVE HIM!! 😭❤️💖

I've been wanting to draw that cute scene from TF One for years, where Jazz receives his T-Cog and admires its lovely door wings. At the time, I didn't dare to draw him because I wasn't confident I could, but now I did! I took the plunge and I did it! Another milestone achieved! ✨

Seriously, I missed drawing Jazz. I know I drew him recently, but I still miss him. I always feel such joy when I draw him; I truly love drawing him again. 🥰❤️

Well, without further ado, enjoy this new and amazing drawing of Jazz as much as I did when I drew him! 🫶

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★ Jazz © Hasbro

★ Art © FCLM-HunterTruman (Me)

🚫 PLEASE DO NOT COPY, TRACK, OR STEAL MY ART! 🚫

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Receptive Jazz Breeds Contributive  Prowl

Exactly what it says on the tin. Continues the fic ask.

“Ya know I can tell when y’re hurtin’,” Jazz said as he nuzzled Prowl’s neck and wrapped his arms around his waist from behind.

“I know how much you want me to kindle,” Prowl said, covering Jazz’s arms with his own. “I hate to fail you.”

“Ya haven’t failed me,” Jazz assured him. “Ain’t anymore yer failure than mine. We knew it’d be work, so we’ll work at it.”

“My spark may just be too cold,” Prowl worried. Jazz hugged him tighter.

“There’s nothin’ cold ‘bout ya.”

No one would make such a claim but Jazz. As if sensing this thought, Jazz hugged Prowl tighter still and placed a kiss on the side of Prowl’s neck. They could not take orns off at a time to frag, even long ornends could not be a regular thing. Prowl worried that even if his spark was capable of kindling, the current climate would not allow them the time or the chance. He worried because as much as Prowl wanted to do this for Jazz, because Jazz wanted it so, Prowl also wanted it for himself. Even as he imagined about the jeers some would make at the news, Prowl imagined what it would feel like to carry a piece of Jazz in his frame and what it would feel like to hold his own newling in his arms.

Though Prowl would rightly be called the planner in their relationship, Jazz was no slouch on the matter; he was a most clever and creative schemer. That would explain how Jazz had come up with this idea. As Prowl was a contributive mech, when they merged, even when his forge was filled beyond the brim with Jazz’s transfluids, it filled his internal reservoirs with his own transfluids in preparation for ensparking his receptive parnter, even though his spike was recessed, even though his gestational tank was full of code and energy rich transfluids. The very nature of their spark types were working against him but Jazz had come up with a clever idea on how to skirt this little problem. There were other ways to drain reservoirs, a visit to a medic would be the “proper” practice but Jazz was a servos on mech and he had no interest whatsoever in watching another mech put his servo up Prowl’s aft when he had two perfectly good servos himself.

The sounds of solvent splatter was not enough to mask the sounds of Prowl’s desperate moans. Jazz had him on his knees with his helm and servos pressed against the shower wall as he ground his fist against Prowl’s transfluid duct from within his aft. His magnets buzzed at their highest setting. Prowl’s babbling moans were pure gibberish as Jazz’s other servo ran up and down his spike, methodically milking his frame of its transfluid stores. As Prowl babbled and drooled, Jazz purred into his audio. They would not be allowed to fill again. Every mega-cycle, Jazz would milk him dry until his reservoirs shrank and entered hibernation mode As Jazz fisted Prowl’s aft with his buzzing servo, even after Prowl’s spike overloaded dry, he told his babbling lover he might milk him twice a day, just to be safe.

Prowl sighed as he walked down the hall, his meeting postponed for a half joor. He had better things to do than to wait around for a self-important ambassador, but Prowl was not a law unto himself, neither was Prime. A great deal of their continued war efforts depended on goods imported from Neutral states. Generally, when their trade partners started making shy, it was Optimus who buttered them up and smoothed any ruffled feathers but Crosscut was Praxian and spoke for the old guard of Praxus who saw little use for Primes and Iacon. It had been agreed that Prowl would meet with the ambassador to iron out this latest trade conflict, hoping to counteract some of Crosscut’s prejudices. It would be a tall order. Praxus did not have much more use for Praxian ex-patriots than it did Primes. As he grumbled to himself, a servo caught his elbow and Prowl squeaked with surprise as Jazz pulled him into the supply closet he had been walking passed. Prowl did not have the chance to ask Jazz what he was after. His lover shoved two digits into his mouth, muting him, at the same time as he tugged the false panel and the large false spike from his valve. The mess Jazz had made of him that light-cycle oozed down Prowl’s thighs, but only for a moment. Jazz lifted Prowl’s leg and held it in the crook of his elbow as he bent pinned him to the shelves. Prowl groaned around Jazz’s digits as Jazz’s spike slid home. Effortlessly gliding passed Prowl’s swollen petals as a foamy mixture of transfluids and lubricants bubbled out around it. Drool leaked down the corners of Prowl’s mouth as he moaned around Jazz digits.

“Quiet,” Jazz grunted against his audial. “I heart Ironhide comin’.”

Though Jazz cautioned Prowl to be quiet, he did not still his lovemaking or slow his base but continued to drive his spike into valve. Clang. Clang. Each time he drove his spike into Prowl’s gestational tank, his array struck Prowl’s aft with a wet smack that echoed through the closet. Prowl’s optics shorted as now he heard Ironhide’s heavy pedsteps pick up pace as he lumbered down the hall as his valve clamped down around Jazz’s spike. Jazz groaned as he nuzzled Prowl’s helm. He overloaded deep in Prowl’s already bloated tank. The excess leaked out around his spike. When Jazz pulled his digits from Prowl’s mouth the Praxian hung his helm and panted. An alert passed through his HUD. Crosscut would be ready for him in a bream.

“I… have a meeting in a bream,” Prowl moaned as Jazz rolled his hips, fragging Prowl’s sloppy, valve with his still hard spike. “Crosscut…”

“Than ya best cum quick,” Jazz declared. He reached between Prowl’s legs and rubbed his node a few times before he activated his magnets.”

“Ahhh!” Prowl screamed, his vocalized clicked on an off. “Jazz!”

“One more,” Jazz insisted as he spiked Prowl’s fluttering valve through his overload. “One more.”

“Jazz!”

As Prowl leaned dazed against the shelving unit, Jazz pushed the false spike back into Prowl’s slack valve and fragged him with it. Prowl moaned as his tender sensors were ruthlessly abused by the unforgiving toy. His digits scratched against the shelf as Jazz lined the tip of the false spike up with Prowl’s gestational duct and push it passed. The Praxian’s optics bugged out of his helm as the false panel the toy was attached to locked into place. Jazz had him plugged with the toy, not just his valve but his tank itself. He was so full, all the conductive transfluids that had escaped his tank during the rough frag were trapped in his valve, they teased his lining with their lingering charge. In response Prowl’s valve lubricated, only making him feel more full.

“Hide’s gonna stare at yer aft durin’ the officers’ meetin’,” Jazz promised. “Lookin’ for scuffs. Lookin’ for proof ya let me debauch ya in a dirty closet.” “Oof,” Prowl groaned as Jazz rubbed a cloth over his aft and highs. He spat on Prowl’s aft and did a spit polish and Prowl’s cheekplates flushed.

“Off to yer meetin’ now,” Jazz ordered. “Don’t wanna be late.”

Prowl waddled quickly down the hall, trying to figure out as he did how to walk with the toy lodged so deep inside of him. He felt both Jazz’s transfluids and his own lubricants slosh inside his valve, the only thing keeping them from leaking down his legs was the large toy and the false panel but he was not convinced either one would hold them back forever. No one could look at him, even when Prowl was still and not rushing about bow-legged, and not know he was getting bred. His gestational tank had expanded beyond its original specifications due to Jazz’s over-generous transfluid deposits. It made his protoform swell so much that Prowl could only wear a low cut girdle. There was no hiding Jazz’s hard work and Prowl thought this was exactly what Jazz wanted. He knew how charged Jazz got when someone stared at him; it never failed to see Jazz bending Prowl over or pinning him on his back as he fragged another load of transfluids into him.

Jazz was not there to witness the private meeting but Crosscut stared as Prowl argued over each of Praxus’ new conditions. The ambassador appeared so caught off guard that he faltered and Prowl took full advantage. By the time Prowl left that meeting he had trade contracts signed that would be good for a millenia. Being an unapologetic reprobate had its advantage when negotiating with puritans. Just as Jazz had said he would, Prowl caught Ironhide studying his aft, during the officers meeting and he was not the only one. Prowl carried on the meeting, without breaking his form though he could not stop his cheekplates from heating a little as Jazz crossed his arms and watched him like a cyber-cat stalking its prey.

“Ride me,” Jazz ordered as he leaned back on the conference table after the War Room had cleared. Everyone must have known what he had been planning when they cleared the room after the meeting, and Jazz had remained with Prowl as he collected his datapads.

It was not Prowl’s well used valve that Jazz wanted but his loose aft. Prowl did not know how Jazz could enjoy spiking him anymore, no part of him was tight these mega-cycles but Jazz groaned as Prowl knelt over him. He squeezed Prowl’s thick aft segments as he dragged Prowl down onto his hard spike. After the fisting first thing that light-cycle and so many previous, Prowl’s aft pipe took Jazz’s thick spike without any extra prep and he immediately started thrusting up into Prowl’s afthole, making Prowl bounce. Jazz unclipped Prowl’s hood and his wells spilled out over his bumper, jiggling and bouncing as Jazz made Prowl ride him at a fiendish pace. Next, Jazz tugged the plug from Prowl’s sheath and fragged him hard.

“Oof, oof,” Prowl grunted as Jazz took his aft, rubbing his transfluid duct constantly. Jazz called it pressing his button. Press it he did. Prowl panted as he squeezed Jazz’s wrists and hips, bouncing up and down on Jazz’s spike, his mouth hung open.

“Yer gonna come without me touchin’ yer node,” Jazz said.

It was not an order so much as a statement of fact. Jazz had taught Prowl to love having his aft fragged, even before this breeding business had started. His pace faltered as his valve clamped down on the toy. The fresh flood of lubricants were trapped in his valve and Prowl was so so full. He was only allowed a moments recovery before Jazz grabbed his hips and lifted him up and then dragged him down, using Prowl like a puppet. Prowl collapsed with his helm on Jazz’s well and still, Jazz fragged his aft. Jazz smacked his aft with both servos and the segments jiggled as Prowl’s afthole tightened as he did.

Smack!

Slurp!

The sounds of interface echoed and Prowl groaned and whined, strutless on his lover’s lap. Were the listening just beyond the door? Would they hear they way Prowl whined when he was spanked? Would they guess how hot it made him? Jazz knew how hot it made him as he reached his crest, Jazz wrapped his arm around Prowl’s waist and pinned him to his spike. As he overloaded in Prowl’s aft for the first time in ages, he spanked Prowl until he overload with a squeal under the precisely strikes of his palm against Prowl’s armoured aft segments.

“Ya couldn’t even get hard, could ya?” Jazz asked as he pushed Prowl up and back so he rested against Jazz’s knees. Prowl looked down and so his sheath, empty and dry. His spike had not pressurized, despite all the stimulation on his transfluid duct, neither had he cum from it without pressurizing.

“No,” he moaned.

He had never once felt it stir. Jazz had done it, he had neutralized Prowl’s reservoirs and in doing so, had neutralized his spike. His exhausted frame still managed to tense around the lengths, synthetic and living, as a new flush of arousal passed through him. Prowl did not resist at all when Jazz yanked off what remained of his chestplate and pulled Prowl down to him. Jazz’s spark swallowed up Prowl the moment their spark chambers split and Prowl screamed as he was consumed, the overload wiping all thought from his processor. Jazz kissed his slack mouth as Prowl’s processor reset.

“Yer frames gonna delete its code as redundant,” Jazz promised. “Once I spark ya up, ‘m gonna keep ya that way. Ya won’t e’er need a spike again.”

“Ohhhh,” Prowl gasped as he felt his spark surge and something snap. Jazz roared with triumph as felt it too.

Prowl had ignited.

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Lwk obsessed with tomodachi, love these little weirdos

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First Prowl drawing