#rescue bots heatwave x reader

[savvymantis]

Thank you for feeding my Transformers Rescue Bot obsession, take this (gives you a handful of shiny pebbles) 

Anyway I’d like to make a request please! How would Heatwave and Chase (separately) react to a human s/o whose love language, when they’re comfortable in the relationship, is playfully teasing?? 

Like they’re call Heatwave things like “hot” cuz he’s a fire truck with a stupid smug grin on their face, or “big bot/big man” just cuz it gets a rise out of him, maybe even “Mister Leader” if they’re feeling particularly bold 

Or with Chase when they’re doing something silly to get his attention they’ll be all like “What you gonna do? Arrest me” all playful like, and they’ll say stuff like “Sir yes sir/hello mister officer!~” 

And what’s worse, whenever Heatwave of Chase call them out they just bat their eyelashes all innocently pretending they have no idea what they’re talking about

(I wasn’t too sure what kind of things a human s/o could say to tease Boulder and Blades so I didn’t include them in this. Hope you’re having a nice day/night!)

Sweet Cheese

Heatwave:

The moment you come waltzing up to him, arms behind your back and smile sly, Heatwave heaves a heavy sigh. Your hair ruffles in the warm air he vents, which only adds to the mischievous aura you hold.

"What?" Heatwave asks before you can start some long-winded intro to your jestering.

"Don't be like that, big guy." You coo, draping yourself against his leg. The feel of your warm skin both soothes his spark and sends it flaring in his chassis. "Can't a human walk up to a tall, handsome bot and tell him how hot he is?"

Heatwave sputters, caught halfway between a laugh and a choked noise of shock. "Oh, knock it off."

"What?" You ask, all faux innocence that sends his engine revving. Heatwave reaches for you, but you step out of his range, making your eyes all big. "I'm not wrong. You're one tall drink of water, Leader."

Heatwave snatches you off the ground. You cry out, joy and mirth tangling together as the bot growls into your chest, metal warm to the touch and dusted with the blue glow of an energon blush. You're gonna get it later, alone in his hab, but for now you savor his flustered reactions, even if they're buried beneath a layer of gruff.

Chase:

"Hello, officer." You call, waving at Chase from across the bunker. He approaches you swiftly, his spark warm despite his mild confusion.

"You need not address me with my title." Chase tells you, though you just laugh. It's a nice sound, even if he's not sure what you find funny. "As your conjunx to be, I hope you feel relaxed enough to just use my designation instead of my rank."

Oh, he's too cute.

"If I don't?" You question. Chase's head cocks to the side. "If I keep calling you officer, will you arrest me?"

Chase frowns. "There is no law that says you may not call an enforcer of the law 'officer.'" He pauses, and his frown turns into more of a pout. "Are you upset with me? I did not greet you with a kiss, is that why you refuse to say my name?"

"Aw," you coo, reaching for him and smooching his cheek when he automatically picks you up, "no, I'm not mad. Just was teasing you a bit."

"Teasing." Chase repeats, nuzzling into your affections. "Hm. I suppose. . . I do not mind being called officer, if it's you and you are not upset."

"I say it with all the love in my heart."

Chase finally smiles, optics scrunched, pleased. "Good. Because I say your designation with all the love in my spark."

[smallestapplin]

Do you have any headcanons for the Rescue Bots dealing with a drunk human s/o?

I can do you one better and give you scenarios cause I’m in love with this and need you to know so you give me more rescue bots

Also i apologize, my character limit is three so I picked Chase, Heatwave, and Blades, but if anyone wants Boulder lemme know in my inbox!

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Chase

It’s not uncommon for you to spend the night or come over at odd hours, Charlie gave you a key and Chase permission to have you over at anytime, if only to help the bot loosen up and come out of his shell a little more. However when you didn’t arrive Chase grew a little worried, of course he didn’t ask if you would as you have a home of your own, but he likes having you over.

He hates to admit it but his berth feels larger and emptier without you, however he does shoot you a message around one in the morning asking if you had arrived home safe, and yet nothing.

He can’t recharge in these conditions. Until the sound of the door opening reaches his audials, how odd everyone should be asleep by now. Chase leaves his habsuite, flicking the main light on just to see you squinting under the bright light.

“Dear, there you are! I was quite worried about you, how was your friend’s creation day?” Chase makes his way to you, bending over to try and pick you up, only to blink when you stumble forward and practically fall in his servos.

You smell of something his Olfactory Sensor can’t quite determine though he doesn’t find it very pleasant. His spark hums with worry as he gently lifts you up, but blinks confused when you lean against his thumb, looking up at him with such a glazed over loving expression he wasn’t use to seeing.

“You’re pretty.”

His brain module nearly short circuits as you kiss his thumb but keep your eyes on him. He clears his intake, resetting himself from this momentary shock.

“Thank you, as you tell me. But what happened, should I awake the chief?” His scanners show no signs of damage, nothing seems to get harming you.

“Nooo, I..I wanna go to bed with my boyfriend.” You look so sad it makes his engine purr lowly to tr and comfort you as best he can.

“We can go to my habsuite and let you rest-“

“No! I need my boyfriend, I need Chase.”

The bot stands there, optics squinting trying to figure this out, you informed him humans refer to their pre-conjunx endura’s as ‘partner’s or ‘boyfriend and girlfriend so, isn’t that him?

“But that is me, correct? Aren’t I your boyfriend Chase?” He even glances at the calendar to ensure he remembers correctly you two have been together for a little over a year now, it’ll be three months ten days and two hours until your next anniversary.

You blink lazily at him before squinting up at him. Chase tilts his helm in mild confusion at your act and behavior, though it seems all is forgiven when you perk right up, big smile on your face as you reach up for him.

“Chase, I missed you! Come here, please, I wanna smooch my bot.” You try to move closer, but he is already raising you closer to his face.

“I am not sure how you missed me when I have been here with you for the last thirty seven minutes, but I missed your presence too.” He tries to quell the need to bwoop his siren at you, even now he still wishes to show you cybertronian courtship while you smother his metalic cheek in so many messy kisses.

“It is late, may I take you to my habsuite for a recharge?”

“Mhm.” You aren’t even listening just nuzzling your squishy cheek against his like a happy cat.

Once he lays down with you to his chassis you are out like a light, curled up and holding one of his digits sleeping soundly, until of course morning. Chase is an early riser, always awaking with the sun, but that has never been your style, even now when your eyes slowly open and the weight of a migraine hits you.

Your pained groans stops Chase in his tracks, optics swiftly looking for any bruising of injury he might’ve missed or accidentally cause, but you just curl into him tighter.

“Dear?”

“Please….ask Charlie for some migraine relief…and a ginger ale…and water.”

He sets you gently on his berth, making sure the makeshift bed you made here is comfortable for you before rushing off to ask for the exact things you requested. Though Chase is now being told about human drinking and the side effects it causes, which explains your behavior last night.

Though Charlie gives him a few extra things, snacks to get something in your stomach.

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Blades

A little celebration never hurt anyone! Movie night with friends made it even better, what’s the harm in a little drinking after a rough week? You don’t drink often, but it was nice on occasion. Dani was trying to speak to you, but you were already long gone mentally, your elbows on the mini table while your chin rested in your hands, your eyes locked onto Blades.

Dani was struggling not to laugh at how utterly smitten you looked, she swears if this was a cartoon you’d have little hearts surrounding you as you gazed at your big Cybertronian boyfriend. Blades wasn’t oblivious to it either, he could see you and feel your eyes boring into him, it made him flustered for you to do it so openly.

His cheeks flushed blue with energon as he tries to look back at you but he keeps looking away, his thin wings fluttering with his spark thrumming loudly in his chassis. Dani calls your name, and you can barely answer with a hum.

“You know you’re the one who picked this movie, don’t you wanna watch it? Or are you gonna stare holes into Blades all night.” She snorts as you just sigh dreamily.

“But he’s s’cute, Dani.” You groan, your head spinning but you swear you’re whispering, though to everyone else in the room you most certainly are not.

Blades giggles covering his face with his servos, he enjoys your public displays of loving him but he will never get use to knowing you love him so much that you want to show off, and let everyone know just how much you do love him.

“Dani,” you whine your friend’s name, “do…do you think I have a shot?”

“What?” Dani raises an eyebrow at you, devilish smile on her face as she realizes where this is going.

“What?” Even Blades looks at you confused, what do you mean ‘have a shot’ with him? You two are already together? He even did the human dating rituals perfectly you said!

“Why don’t you ask him yourself, I’m sure Blades would love to.”

In your drunken haze you stare at her with a pout before looking to Blades’s confused face, your expression instantly softens at the mere sight of him. The second you stand up you lose your balance, the world spinning a little too fast for you. Blades stood from the couch quickly, easily catching you and holding you gently as he places you in his lap, as he has many times before.

And yet you were staring up and him like he was he worlds greatest hero.

“Are you single?” You breathed out, hushed and airy.

Blades blinks, his yellow optics flickering between you and a very smug looking Dani as he tries to figure out if this is a test or not, is this like the time he asked you if you’d love him if he was a worm?

“No, I’m not single, you-“ blades cuts himself off when he notices the instant shift, how your eyes fill with tears and how you try to very poorly hide how you’re sniffling.

“See, I told you, no bot this pretty would be single!”

Dani pats Blades’s arm with a shake of her head, “You have fun with this, I’ll be sure to have some stuff ready for their pains in the morning, good night!” And with that she leaves him to deal with his drunken beloved.

Blades shushes you softly, placing kisses all over your face until you’re giggling at how ticklish it feels.

“I’m with you, silly!” He smiles at you, glad you stopped crying but there you go again looking at him like he hung the moon and stars, his spark can’t take it!

“Wow….”

Blades whines, finally breaking from your voice sounding so in awe.

“I got so lucky.”

“Stooop.” Though he can’t stop the giggles that leave his intake, who knew having a drunk partner could actually be so fun and silly? Though he gets the feeling you won’t be pleased about it in the morning, seems your high grade effects you like it does cybertronians.

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Heatwave

Heatwave only asks for one day, just one for some peace, he just wants to spend downtime with his conjunx but since it’s Kade’s creation day (or birthday, as the humans say) his team, you, and the Burns are together to celebrate. the party stretched on, and the second Cody went to bed Kade busted several differen oddly shaped bottles, as far as Heatwave was concerned it was nothing.

Despite having sat in a dark part of the yard watching the chaos unfold, you mostly sat with him on his shoulder, cuddling up to his helm, only occasionally requesting down when you wanted a drink or a snack from the food table. Heatwave clenches his jaw noting you’re taking longer this last time, you haven’t come back yet.

Glancing over to the party goers he sees you swaying but not to the beat of the music, more like you’re going to fall, though Graham is there first, easily helping you sit down, which is enough to finally worry him into going over and making sure you’re okay. Once Heatwave is close enough he can hear your conversation.

“My Conjunx will be grumpy you’re touching me.” You’re pouting angrily, squinting your eyes at Graham as your muddled mind barely remembers a thing.

Though it makes Graham laugh, “When isn’t he grumpy? Please, just stay here and let me get you some water.”

The engineer mutely sighs when you refuse, determined to stand up and find your lover, until you are shoved back into your seat with a single finger. You blink, trying so hard to glare up at the cybertronian that pushed you back down.

“Go get them that water, I’ll keep ‘em here for ya.”

“Thanks, Heatwave.” Graham says, rushing off into the house o get you that cold water.

Meanwhile you are staring up at Heatwave with a less than pleased expression, making him tilt his helm at you.

“Well, don’t you look like a ray of sunshine tonight. What’s got you up in arms?” He teases, smiling as your pitiful glare only grows more fiery.

“Hands off! I need to find my Conjunx, he’s probably worried by now.”

You are far too cute for your own good, do you know that? Heatwave will remind you of that when the high grade wears off, or whatever humans call it. Though he can’t help but chuckle, at least he knows you’d fight people off with a stick if you must. The large bot crosses his arms, smug smirk on his face.

“Oh yeah? Tell me about this Conjunx of yours. Must be a great guy to land a little thing like you.” His voice purrs in tune with his engine.

You finally smile wide, your eyes sparkling under the starry sky as you look so happy to be asked such a thing.

“He’s a big grump with a heart…a spark of gold, I swear I don’t think I could’ve gotten anymore lucky than him. I miss him…I miss him a lot.”

Heatwave cries to hold back a chuckle but fails horribly as he mocks a coo at you, “Aw poor thing, where if your conjunx?”

You flop back in your seat with such a sad whine, “I don’t knooow!…I want my Wavey.”

“Sweetspark, I’m right here, you dork.”

You look back up at him, squinting your eyes suspiciously at the large mech.

“Oh yeah? Prove it.”

Heatwave rolls his optics, shaking his helm at your drunken antics, “Our spark bonding ceremony was last fall, per your request mind you.”

“Anyone could guess that!”

Heatwave stare at you meeting your judging gaze for a solid minute, long enough for Graham to come back and hand you a bottle of water, and leaving you once more since Heatwave is there to care for you. Though you two don’t break your staring contest.

“That ring on your finger was given to you by me, I only had the Chief’s help to get it for you.”

“Mhm that’s what they all say!”

“….If it weren’t for the fact I loved you I would throw you.” He sighs, but that doesn’t stop his playful tone.

You stick your tongue out at him and turn to focus opening and sipping from your water bottle, grumbling how Heatwave would make you do this if he was here. One last ditch effort, you are picked up, much to your loud complaints as Heatwave turns, making sure his back is facing any potential people as he opens his chassis, right to his spark chamber.

Your eyes widen at the dark blue spark glowing, thrumming loudly now you can hear it. The hairs on your arms stand on end as his EM field washes over your body in a silent caress. Heatwave closes his spark chamber back up and looks at your with a raised optic ridge.

“Hi Wavey.” You coo, “I missed yooou, it was awful, I was gonna die.”

Heatwave snorts a chuckle rumbling deep in his chassis as he places you back on his shoulder.

“I’m sure were, but I missed you too, it was awfully lonely without you.” He mutters, optics glowing warmly as you cheer softly and nuzzle into the side of his helm.

You’re so cute, too cute.

The hold you have on him is one he could never explain, even in the morning when you’re pulling your blanket over your head and whining in pain, declaring you’ll never drink again. His cute little conjunx, even when you look at him so pitifully he can’t help but fall in love all over again.

[demiisdead]

i love them sm.

(Chat i just realized the both have the zame VA 😭)

[cyberrose2001]

PLEASE can we get RB Heatwave absolutely DESTROYING fem readers pussy please 🙏

RB Heatwave x fem!human Reader

Yo whaaaaat? A fic from me? It can't be... Slowly getting out of the dreaded writing rut. Anyways, here you go anon, hope you like it!

Warnings: Afab reader, Dirty Talk, Light Dom/Sub, Breath Play

Word Count: 1,841

"Finally." Heatwave grumbles and, in a flurry of desperation and thinly veiled desire, slams the firehouse garage door down with one hand, too impatient for it to finish rolling down. It had been a long day, but with the incentive of the Burn's and his three other bots leaving for a camping trip at the end of the day, it felt like it dragged on for far too long.

Him, you. Alone for three Earth days. He'd still have to answer emergency calls, but Heatwave could not give two frags right now.

He scours the dark room, twitching digits aching to find you. All the lights seemed to be switched off, which was bizarre, but Heatwave was benumbed. His spike is aching just thinking about roughhousing you around a bit because Primus damned if it isn't hard to get some privacy around the others. As much as he appreciates his team, he wants to be with you during the little downtime he gets. He searches some more, and his optics soften as they finally land on you.

There you were, half-asleep on the human couch, a blanket wrapped loosely around you. You must've gotten tired of waiting for him to show up. He's surprised he didn't wake you from slamming the door. Slowly and shaking with desire, he approaches you. He crouches down, folding back the blanket to reveal utterly bare skin, and Heatwave nearly short circuits on the spot.

"Hey," The cherry-red mech brushes a palm across your thigh, caressing it gently. He almost moans at the warmth of your skin, "Look at you, got too impatient, huh?" He mumbles to himself, rubbing his thumb against you.

At the cold chill of the air, you slowly stir awake, eyes fluttering open. Looking around, you realised you forgot to leave the lights on for him; the firehouse was almost pitch black. You give him a lopsided smile, one he finds absolutely grin worthy, "Hi, babe," you stretch out, "Took you long enough."

"Yeah, well, had some messes to clean up. You know how it is." Heatwaves' digits meander to behind your thighs, giving them a squeeze before lightly tracing the lips of your pussy, "Though, I can think of one mess I intend not to miss. You're soaked."

"I know, tell me about it," Throwing the blankets off the rest of the way, you roll onto your back, expectantly splaying your thighs for him. And in the glow of his optics in the dark, your flesh glistens with slick, "Want a closer look?"

Heatwave immediately takes to your openness, moving a shaky digit to your folds and softly rubbing it through them. He tuts softly as he spreads and surveys them, and his engine purrs at the heat from you, "Such a pretty valve, huh? All for me."

You keenly watch him play with your pussy, and you let out a couple soft moans as he thumbs at your clit. If you weren't awake before, you certainly are now, jolts of pleasure shooting through you. But before Heatwave can have all the fun, you push his servo away, much to his dismay.

"As much as I'd love being played with to your heart's content," You sit up and throw the blanket on the ground next to the couch, along with a pillow you snatched earlier. Human beds aren't necessarily made for getting fucked on by a Cybertronian; you learned that one the hard way, "I'd much prefer it if you'd fuck me already."

Heatwave gives you a knowing smile and shifts onto his knees to hoist you off the couch, holding you close to his chassis, "I was waiting for you to admit it."

"Because you won't admit it first?" You cling to him as he lowers you onto the plush blanket.

"Only if you get loud this time," Heatwave grins again and pins your arms above your head with one servo, and you just about whimper, "No one else is here; we don't have to worry," He reaches between to fiddle with his array, letting his aching spike spring free, "You can do that, right, sweetspark?"

You shakily breathe out as he rubs his spike against your slick, and you get the itch to look down as he does so, "Yeah..." It's girthed and lusty and positively throbbing against you. If he wants you to be loud instead of your usual shushed whimpers, lest a servo is covering your mouth, it's loud he's gonna get.

"Thought so." His tip finds your slit, and he pushes past the threshold, a low groan coming from above. He nestles his pelvis further against you to keep your thighs spread and persists in tenderly splitting you open.

With a soft whine and clenched eyes, it's sweet relief as he bottoms out. You feel his spike pulsing and pressing against your walls, and god, if he doesn't start ramming you into the floor-

Heatwave notices your tenseness and soothingly chuckles. He cups your chin with a pistol grip and tilts it up, "Hey, look at me." He coaxes you to open your eyes, and you find his peach-coloured optics beaming down, "Let me feel you."

While fully seated inside you, he takes a moment to appreciate your beauty. He doesn't move, not an inch. While you're sure he was teasing you, the soft grunts he makes and the way his hips twitch against you tell you he was more or less teasing himself. Usually, Heatwave wouldn't hesitate to start pounding you. With the knowledge of having all the time in the world for once, you suppose he's being deliberate in feeling everything your soft body has to offer.

"Heatwaveeee," You whine and tremble, to his amusement. All he does is chuckle and press an unchaste kiss to your lips. He readjusts himself, one servo clutching your hip, the other against the floor next to your head.

"Relax, sweetspark," Heatwave brushes his dermas against your neck. He slowly draws out of your tight pussy with a sneer, "Heatwave's gonna give it to you."

Before you can draw a breath, Heatwave slams himself back in, setting a rough pace that jolts through your body like a zap of electricity. There's no mercy with each thrust he gives you, pressing his spike deep within you that hits the sweet spot and makes your toes curl. A silent cry tries to leave your throat, but you're left with nothing but your own tongue to choke on.

Heatwave growls, his grip on your hip growing tighter to pull you into him in sync. The servo claws at the ground next to you, and you swore you could hear the blanket fibres splitting underneath. With his face still against your neck, he takes the opportunity to nip softly at it, a stark contrast to the brutelike treatment of your pussy.

"Frag it, Y/n-" He pants into you, travelling down to your collarbone to attack the skin there, "Love the way you take all of me, just like that."

You stutter and whine, arching your back as he sucks at your skin. Heatwave was always the one for dirty talk; he knows it gets you clenching around him, but you never get to really hear him, always hushed and soft. You've never been so grateful for an empty firehouse.

"Fuck me, Heatwave," You decide you'd join in on getting vocal, moaning louder than he's ever heard you. You're pleasantly rewarded by a few sharp thrusts that make you sputter.

"Ohh, do my audial receptors deceive me? Hm?" Heatwave peels himself from your neck and sits on his knees, both servos immediately gripping the thick of your hips, "You sound so pretty when you beg like that. I told you you could get loud, didn't I? Bet it feels good, doesn't it."

You don't have the mental capacity to respond to him, only giving him some drawn-out wanton moans. The wet, raw slapping of metal on skin becomes louder before thrusting into you at an almost neck-breaking speed. His optics stare down at you, half-lidded and entirely focused on your face.

You cry out, reaching to clutch on the blanket below you. The knot forms in your stomach as you feel yourself reaching the upper limits. Sweat beads across your body as Heatwave drags you within inches of the finish line. In an act of desperation, you reach out to a servo and tug on it. You need one final something to help you out, and you're positive Heatwave would enjoy it.

"Whatcha doin', gorgeous?" He groans out, letting you lead his servo to the base of your neck. A soft gasp leaves his vocaliser as he recognises that you want it wrapped around your neck, and he almost chokes himself.

You gaze up at him in the filthiest look you can muster, and you almost cry in delight as he curls his digits around your neck. He gives only the softest squeezes, enough to make your head spin and drag you further to the edge. With your aching pussy clamping down on him, he pounds into you, not unlike an animal, and you shove it to the back of your pounding head to remember this for next time.

"You're a dirty thing, you are." Heatwave moans wantonly, fucking into you roughly a few more times before pressing a thumb to your clit, rubbing aggressive circles as he gets caught in this newly discovered fantasy, "You gonna overload on my spike? Yeah, you are. Just look at yourself. C'mon, sweetspark."

Not once did he break eye contact, even through your weeping eyes, as the coil deep in your belly rips and tears you apart. Your walls clamp down on him, and you let out a half-strangled scream. With your orgasm making you tremble, Heatwave strives, grunting as he sends one last thrust deep inside. Gushes of hot transfluid fill you to the brim, leaking out onto the blanket below. He pulls out soon after, milking the rest onto your stomach.

"Whoa," Heatwave flops onto the empty space beside you, breathlessly chuckling, "Been a while since we had that much fun, huh?"

You're speechless at this point, still crashing down from heaven. And without another word, Heatwave reaches and slides you closer, and you immediately snuggle in. Sticky and wet, though both of you don't seem bothered by it.

"Wasn't too rough on you, was I?" Heatwave brushes a hair from your face, staring down at you adoringly.

You shake your head, face flushing at the sweet gesture. He's always been attentive with you, but thinking about how those digits were just wrapped around your neck, now feathery soft against your face, sends a jolt straight to your core, "No, not at all. It was... really hot."

Satisfied with your answer, he leans down and kisses your temple warmly, "Good," He lightly touches your chin again, tilting it up with a digit, "'Cause we've got all weekend, sweetspark; I wanna see what other filthy fantasies you've got in that pretty head of yours."

[solar4seekstron]

New Recruit

TFRescue Bots!Heatwave x Cybertronian!Femme!Reader

Introduction Movie/Series Oneshot Masterlist

Content: 16+, Heatwave is a bbg in this because he’s my bbg <3

TW/Tags: Reader is adorable, mention of gender transition, couple characters ate homophobes, heatwave and reader are being school crushes to each other. Better love story then i did lol

Notes: We all know Hightide and Optimus are good friends so Heatwave is pretty young. At least in here if I’m wrong. So how cool and interesting would it be if reader was Hightides daughter but she chose to be neutral and just visited the Rescue Bots to check up on them. But ends up falling in love? Hehe. Reader is a couple inches shorter then Heatwave.

It was like any other day for the Burns. The Rescue Bots doing their usual job while Heatwave decided to one day go out on his own.

The city already knew about him and the others being alien robots.

So driving around and people waving at him when they passed by was still something he was getting used to.

So imagine his surprise when he sees a femme but.

A femme bot who had no insignia of Autobot or Decepticon. A bright smile on her dermas while giggling at what a lady with her child was saying.

Yes, he was staring at you with an open intake out of mostly shock and surprise.

You had a few good scratches in your frame. You had a long sword in the holder on your hip. Your frame is bulky but also slim at the same time.

He can tell you’re both strong and fast. Your colors a bright red mixed with green. Somehow making it work.

He stared at you from behind one of the large buildings. It was a good distance since you were at the beach.

A bright smile on your dermas even when you waved goodbye to the woman and her child.

You pulled your mouthguard and visors back on. Which made you look a little intimidating. You start to walk towards the city.

Heatwave got fully behind the building. Feeling his spark race a little.

He then looked down when he noticed a couple staring up at him. The man with his husband then chuckles before speaking.

“Don’t worry. I got scared and nervous too when I saw my first love.” The man said turning to his husband at the last word.

The husband smiling. He too speaking. “You got this buddy.”

The couple then walked away. Heatwave just watched them walk away while remaining still. He then looks forward with wide optics while his mind races.

Both were unsure of what the two meant while at the same time understanding what they meant. He got a bit lost in his helm until someone poked his cheek gently.

“Hello?” You asked casually.

Making him flinch and back up with his arms and cervos up ready to fight.

You then put your cervo to your chin. Your other cervo was on your hip while your mask and visors remained on.

S smirk of course under your mask. Heatwave then since stood a bit straighter before soon gathering himself together. Placing his cervos on his hips nervously as he cleared his throat before speaking.

Only for you to beat him to it.

”You must be the one called Heatwave. Correct? Name’s Y/N. You might’ve met my Sire Hightide already?”

You said casually. Heatwave was taken aback a little. “Uhh.”

He looked you up and down. You’re his sparkling?? He thought to himself.

You let out a soft chuckle that caught his attention once more. “My Carrier always had a taste for “larger bots” if you know what I mean?”

You continued. Before looking around then back at him.

Heatwave just blinked. You tilted your helm. “So, was I correct. Heatwave?” You were about to poke his cheek again until his cervo held your wrist.

Catching you by surprise a bit.

He cleared his throat once more before finally speaking. “Yes, I am Heatwave. And if you are Hightides er- sparkling.

How come you two look nothing alike? Besides optic colors.

He kept holding your wrist while you just stared at him. You let out another chuckle. “Well, you see heatwave.” You politely pulled your wrist away.

”It’s called a transition.” You started to walk towards the base. Already know thanks to Optimus. Heatwave realized this and started following you. Standing in front of you up to when you finished talking.

”I was once a big and bad mech just like my sire. But primus was it tiresome to just be that. It never felt right anyway. So changed up to what made me more comfortable and do what I do. Which is fight when I need to and travel to where ever boss bot needs me to go.”

Heatwave spoke. “So that’s why you….oh. I- I’m sorry I-“ You interrupted.

”Now what are you sorry about? I’d say my new look is pretty great. Wouldn’t you say?”

You said the last sentence while both your visors and mouthguard came off.

You looking at him with soft optics. Heatwave felt himself almost blush. Before turning his helm away and his cervo covering his face as he spoke. “N-nothing. Is there a reason you’re here? Like actual? I-I mean uh.”

“As usual when Prime is too busy, he’ll send a bot to come help out the Rescue bots whenever he can. Which I’m sure is a constant thing for you and the others.”

You said in a bit more of a serious tone. Heatwave responded.

“Yeah, so you just visiting or will…?” You let out a soft chuckle. Giving him a warmer smile.

“Like me already hm? We’ll see. I’ll be staying for a few days if that’s alright. Not sure if I’ll see Hightide while I’m here. But we’ll see.”

You said the last part with a bit of discomfort. Heatwave raised an optic ridge before realizing why you said it like that. You noticed and let out a deep chuckle.

“I’m a neutral. Never wished to join whomever. We’ll all end up at one place at the end of one day at some point. Something my sire wasn’t too happy to hear long ago.”

Heatwave just stared at you. Then gets an idea. Slowly he placed a cervo on your shoulder.

A small smile on his dermas. speaking once more.”Well, I’m sure the team will be happy to meet you. Even if it’s the first time.”

This made you feel a little better. You glance down at the ground for a moment before looking back at him.

A small blush appeared on his cheeks. he turned away again and let out a deep chuckle.

“We should start heading to the base now. It will be dark soon.”

You just nodded when he looked back at you.

You both walk over to the base. Getting to know each other along the way. He then helps introduce you to the others.

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A couple of months have gone by since then. You’d help with missions. You and Blades got along very well. Between then when you met Heatwave.

Chase seemed to like you because you’d watch those comedy shows he likes. And Boulder..

You two were pretty chill.

One day though. While you and Heatwave were hanging out in the base as the others were out for patrol.

Both you and Heatwave sitting on the couch. Having finished speaking to Optimus on the TV earlier about your mission.

You sat casually and more like a typical lady would. Your cervos on your lap while you watched this action movie Cody wanted you both to check out.

Something about two witches becoming friends. The songs were good you’ll admit.

There was some good distance between you both. You kept watching with a smile. Not noticing the glances Heatwave would give to you.

His cervos were originally on his lap before sitting on the couch on his sides.

Your smirk grows a bit wider. Yes, you had a small crush on the guy. And thought why not give this relationship a try. Maybe he likes you back.

Casually, well as best as you can. You placed your cervo a bit close next to his own.

His optics constantly glancing from the TV back to his and your cervo. He tried thinking fast. Maybe starting up a conversation will calm his nerves.

”So uh, what do you think of Griffen rock? Pretty nice to live at.” He turned his helm towards you. You then look at him.

“Yes, I really like it here. Optimus never told me how entertaining it can be when hanging out with the bots. Along with how kind the humans of this planet are.”

You continue to glance at Heatwave. “I might even start calling this my new home. If your bots will have me?”

Heatwave rubbed the back of his helm as a small smile appeared on his dermas.

”We’d….”He hesitated. Looking at your cervo next to his. And so with a deep breath. His cervo went over your own gently. Looking into your optics once more as he said.

“We’d love to have you stay with us.”

You faced him fully. Your smile grew wider as you both just stared at each other, both with smiles on your dermas.

After what felt like minutes was suddenly interrupted by the sound of the alarm.

Causing you both to stand until you both got a call through the comm by blades.

”Sorry for the alarm guys. But uhh we have a Decepticon issue in the city.” You and Heatwave looked at each other. Heatwave then responding. “We’re on our way.!”

You both making it into the city together.

Soon you both see what appears to be a pink decepticon. Wait is that? Oh no. You thought to yourself with an annoyed expression.

Standing there fighting against the others while the humans evacuated was no other Glowstrike.

A femme you weren’t too happy to see. Your visors and a mouth guard soon on. Heatwave glanced at you while his fists were up. He then asked.

“Old pal of yours?”

”Something like that.” You responded. She was able to easily put the others down with causality. That is until she noticed you and Heatwave.

Making her way over. You then spoke, only loud enough for Heatwave to hear.

”Heatwave let me handle her. I’ll be fine but you won’t. She always has a trick up her sleeve.” He glanced at you as he responded. “Y/N what are you talking about? I can’t just leave- “

He’s interrupted by the pink femme.

”My my I’ll admit. Having all these mechs to yourself on this island makes me a bit jealous. Too bad you have them much longer femme.”

Good, she doesn’t recognize you. Heatwave was a bit confused. “Y/N we can take her, I’ve seen you fight before!”

”Y/N?” She looked at you confused. Then recognize your optics. Her expression soon turned angry. “YOU! So this is where you went?! And why do you look like that!?” You just rolled your optics.

”I got a makeover. To look better than you!” You ran throwing in the first punch. She didn’t block it in time. You then yelled telling Heatwave.

“Heatwave call for Bee. Tell him one of his Decepticons got here.” He nodded ding say while you kept Glowstrike down. Luckily her being surprised seeing you caught her off guard.

She started to yell slurs and tried to get out of your grasp. But you had a strong grip like you did before your transition.

Heatwave calls Bee while he puts her in cuffs and this neck cuff to weaken her.

You both waiting for Bee and one of his team members to come get her. You then help the other up. Boulder and Chase heading back to base.

She did hit them pretty hard. Blades shooting to stay so he can see Bee.

As your three wait. Having knocked out Glowstrike. Heatwave started speaking, his voice full with a little bit of concern.

”So..if you don’t mind me asking. How did you and this femme know each other?”

Your visors and mouth guard go back so your face shows. You then spoke to him with your sweet tone as always.

“We were uhh…exs before my transition. She too was into bigger bots..” You giggled nervously. Heatwave just stared at you with a soft smile.

”She… didn't wish to change her ways after the war.” You let out a small sigh. “Pretty much.”

G

You looked away for a moment unsure of what to say. Heatwave's smile went away as he looked away as well. Until he noticed blades with an angry expression at him.

Blades then gestured towards you for Heatwave to do or say something. Being the wingman that he is.

Heatwave took in what the humans said a deep breath. His face shows determination as he turns to face you fully.

“Y-Y/n I know it’s been only a couple of months. But I was w-well wondering if you’d.” He let out a groan. You have turned to face him as well. Your optics connect once more.

”I-I wish to ask if you’d like to.” He’s then interrupted by a booming voice. “Well, well look at who decided to come to my island!”

Hightide yells in a not-so-excited tone. Walking out of the water so casually. You, Heatwave, and Blades looking at Hightide's direction. Heatwave noticed your expression.

You were trying to keep it together as you crossed your arms.

Hightide made his way with his usual frown when he looked at you. Getting close enough once he spoke once more.

”Let me guess, Optimus sent you here to help out the Rescue Bots. Out of all the bots.” You remained silent. Hightide only got more upset. “Still giving the silent treatment. Something a part of your true self as well?-“

”That’s enough Hightide. They’re here to help us out. Is there an actual reason you’re even up here?” He stood fully next to you. You glanced at him a little surprised.

But a small smile soon formed on your dermas while Hightide then spoke.

“Just had to see how much smaller my sparkling decided to make himself. I see as small as his carrier.” His words hurt you. Though you did your best to not show it,

Heatwave only got more and more angry. Talking over Hightide with a more angry tone.

“You don’t speak to her like that! She is a femme and you should respect that!” Hightide was taken aback. “If you have such a problem with her being here with us to help out.

Then take it up with Optimus Prime!”

Hightide was confused. “I never said anything about-“ Heatwave has made his way to stand in front of Hightide. His voice was rougher showing his anger. “Take it. Up. With. Optimus.”

Hightide just stared down at him before looking at you. Then looking back at Heatwave. Letting out a huff after a moment and turns back.

Walking over back to the water without saying another word to you. You watched as Heatwave turned around and walked back to you and Blades.

Blades having a fan moment. That’s when Bee and Strongarm finally arrived to take away Glowstick.

You and Heatwave remain quiet with each other. At first, he thought you were maybe mad at him. But when he glanced at you while Bee and Blades didn’t flirt with each other.

Heatwave noticed a smile on your dermas. You were looking at him before looking back at the others with a smile.

All that’s needed is to tell Heatwave that he did good. The day carried on as it days every day after that. And that there was just a good start to your friendship taking the next step to become even more.

This was going to be a good year for you both.

This is SO fun to write. I can honestly see Heatwave being a little nervous bit and I enjoy that first love at first sight trope, sue me. I hope you guys enjoyed this sorry to Hightide fans for making him a bit of a jerk here. It just fits with the Tory.

Anyway, I hope to see you guys in the next posts, and as always a repost is always appreciated! And hope you guys have a good rest of your day! See you all Tuesday!

[localrobotfragger555]

Oh laWTEEE PLS HEAR ME AAOUTTT🛐🛐🛐🛐

[ithecrystaldragonheart]

Rescue Bots Incorrect Quote

Blades:Hey Y/N, what'cha thinking about?

Y/N:Heatwave's voice sounds so familiar, but just can't place where I've heard it before.

Heatwave:What're you guys talking about over there?

Blades:Y/N's trying to remember something.

Y/N, suddenly whipping out their phone and typing madly:There's no way, there's no way...

(A video starts playing on Y/N's phone, and a voice that does indeed sound remarkably like Heatwave speaks)

Y/N:You sound like Heatblast from Ben 10!

Heatwave:Uh, cool, I guess?

[quirekey]

I love your writing so much! Can I request how heatwave would react to his little human gf when she gets the chance to babysit Cece for the Greene’s and she’s literally like a mom? Even the Burns would be surprised at how good reader is acting with little Cece. Kade would fs tease heatwave as well, saying something like, “she’s loves kids, heatwave. Take notes on that.”

We all know that heatwave secretly loved robo baby in that one episode, and I feel like he feels the same for cece ngl.

Sorry if this seems too descriptive 😞 tysm tho!💛

AWWW THIS IS SO CUTE!! I’m so sorry for coming late, Christmas and stuff! I’m so glad I can write freely now. I’ll do a small introduction as an apology for my late answer >:]

(ALSO TYSMMM GAH)

[ HEATWAVE ] x [ FEMME!READER ]

[ heatwave x human!femme!motherlike!reader ]

INTRODUCTION

You were first introduced to the Rescue Bots due to Kade’s trust in you. You both were really good friends and you somehow had the tolerance to stand Kade on a daily basis. Kade with his loud mouth slipped and told you about the Rescue Bots, Heatwave specifically. Because of this, you met the Rescue Bots and got to know them on a personal level.

Months pass and seemingly Heatwave has been pushing Kade away, bringing himself to be with you more often. You saw him as a gentle soul and he appreciated that. After a while, the little love confessions happen and you both got together. (let’s say he confessed first, bluntly)

Ever since then, you both were lovers. Unfortunately you did not have any training in the field and only knew some medical procedures, so you stayed behind or went with Chief in-case of emergencies or injured civilians.

Mr. Greene trusted you a lot due to your kind and trusting nature, so overtime, he wanted to adjust you to Cece, his daughter. You adored her so when you got to babysit her, it was definitely a fun time for you. That day was a quiet one, so you and Heatwave decided to take care of Cece during the time you guys have together.

HEADCANONS

- When you brought Cece to the department while Cece slept in your arms, the Rescue Bots were definitely surprised. Boulder was the most happy with her appearance due to a past emergency where he was her little frog-plush (something that you can never get over). Chase and Blades didn’t mind too much, but Heatwave did.

- Heatwave was not fond of Cece. Having a fragile baby near massive sentient robots doesn't seem safe, but you assured Heatwave that you can keep her safe.

- You tried to get Heatwave to get along with Cece, constantly getting him to help you take care of her. You even got him to hold Cece, in your vision of course.

- After a while, you picked up Heatwave’s true feelings about little and young sentients (or technically babies). He seemed to be pretty comfortable and fond of them, he seems to be more relaxed with the knowledge that he’s taking care of such a fragile being. You think that he thinks that Cece is pretty wholesome, annoying but fun.

- Cece really likes Heatwave. It’s common that babies enjoy those ‘hard to get’ types of people, knowing deep down that they still care. You saw this so you got Cece to hang around with Heatwave more often than you, and they got along pretty well. Heatwave was too afraid to hurt her so he didn’t do much, trying to make it look like he doesn’t care when he really does.

- You do all of the chores when it comes to taking care of Cece. Changing her nappy, feeding her and bathing her. Heatwave does the comforting and rocking her to bed type of chore. Though you could easily do that yourself, the sight of Heatwave being a parental figure always warmed your heart.

- Though he’s afraid to admit it, Heatwave does get jealous of Cece. Though it’s an absolutely embarrassing secret, when Cece is around, she takes all of your attention away from him. He doesn’t care but the bitter jealousy does linger over him when you are babysitting Cece.

- You enjoy getting Heatwave to turn into a firetruck and driving you and Cece around. Cece giggling and looking outside the window is an adorable sight and Heatwave is way slower and careful when you guys do this. Doing this does help Cece sleep too. Being rocked in a Fire Truck while you told her a story is luxury in her eyes.

- I do agree, Kade does make fun of Heatwave for this A LOT. When Heatwave is helping Cece fall to sleep by telling her a story he was told in Cybertron, Kade always poke fun. He’s usually teasing and snickering at the sight, saying how much of a softie Heatwave really is. All Heatwave could do is keep rocking Cece and ignore Kade’s antics. (Or Heatwave would just tell him to shut up.)

- You gained a deeper understanding of your lover when Chase told you about the time when the Rescue Bots were assigned to take care of Robo-baby. Chase thought it’d be important to mention that Heatwave does enjoy the company of babies and that you can trust him with one. Not like you did before but it was nice to have some reassurance.

[monotonesmile]

Hello! This is my first time requesting to you so I hope this makes sense😣

Can I request RB heatwave with a fem reader that has a tiger as her alt mode?? I think he’d be suspicious of her at first, but he’ll start to REALLY like her when he realized how strong she is🤭

Hope this works! Tysmmmm💕

Distrust

[Heatwave X Femme!Tiger!Reader]

[Word Count: 2904]

[Warnings: N/A]

[Note: I’m sorry this took so long!! It took me a while to get a proper idea but I hope you enjoy this!]

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The news of a new addition to the rescue team shocked everyone, especially when learning that this new addition wasn’t a rescue vehicle or even had a vehicle alt mode, they had an earth animal as their alt mode, a tiger. So when Optimus brought them along to meet the rescue bots, they were reasonably surprised when they saw how large this femme was, clearly a strong bot with a calm aura around her.

Heatwave doesn’t trust her, almost immediately after seeing her, it’s not that he wouldn’t trust a non rescue bot, it's just the fact she’s never been apart of a rescue team that he doesn’t trust, especially a bot without a vehicle mode, sure, she’s strong, but that will only get her so far, as leader of their team, he has to think about his teammates strengths and weaknesses, as well as the safety of his team, and this new bot has far too many weaknesses in his optics. Yet, he says nothing about it, not wanting to go against Optimus, especially since the Autobot leader seems to trust this femme, so she can’t be that bad if Optimus seems to think she belongs on their team.

As Optimus leaves, he glances at Heatwave, recognizing the look in his optics, he knows the rescue bot doesn’t trust the new bot, but he has the suspicion that’ll change in a few weeks of them interacting. He gives a curt nod and a “good luck” to the team before leaving through the ground bridge, leaving the team to their own devices and the new bot.

Cody, ever excited to meet a new bot, runs up to the femme, a thousand questions running through his mind as he introduces himself to her. “Hi, I’m Cody!” The child was more than happy to help this new bot adjust to their new environment, like he did with the rescue bots.

“Hello Cody, I am Y/N.” The femme looks down at the small human with a small smile on her face, almost instantly feeling a need to protect the human boy, which she assumes is due to the fact he’s so small, like a little sparkling.

She looks up when the helicopter, she now knows as Blades, practically bounces over to her with a wave and smile, his own questions on his glossa. “Have you ever watched human tv? It’s hilarious, you need to watch it sometime!”

“I have not, I suppose you will have to show me sometimes, Blades.” She hums, returning his smile with a soft one of her own, watching as the others start to ask her questions, she chuckles softly as she answers them with the best of her abilities, not yet noticing the optics glaring at her back.

Heatwave continues to glare at the femme with suspicion, he has his own questions but he refrained from asking them now, just watching the others interact with her, he is glad his team seems to be happy with the new teammate, that much he does recognize and care for, he wants his team to be happy. Now, he does notice that the way she's treating his team and Cody is with true care and an almost motherly aura surrounding her as she speaks with a gentle smile and voice.

Heatwave vents heavily before pushing off the wall he was leaning on to go introduce himself and make his status as leader known. He walks over to them with his arms crossed, a stoic expression on his face as he stops just before the crowd of his teammates surrounding the femme, noticing her glancing over at him before she had fully turned to face him.

“Heatwave. I’m the leader of this team.” He held out a servo to properly introduce himself and see where this femmes respect stands in this team, more importantly if she returns the handshake if she respects him.

“Y/N, I hope to do well on your team.” She shook his servo in return, she has a strong grip, clearly she does hold a lot of respect for him, that much he could tell, it does a little to ease his suspicion and distrust.

Heatwave nods before backing off and walking away, letting the others continue their questioning and conversation. He still has his distrust and suspicions but he says nothing for now, leaning back on the wall with his arms crossed and a heavy vent. He perks up slightly when Chief walks over to him, standing up straighter when he looks down at the human.

“Don’t trust her, huh?” Chief had leaned against the wall next to the mech, his hands in the pockets of his trousers, watching his family happily introduce the newcomer to the things in the bunker.

“No. I don’t see how she can be helpful during missions, she’s not a rescue vehicle, if anything, she’s more closely related to predacons than rescue bots.” Heatwave grunts, his shoulder’s heaving as he looks back at the team, watching her with narrowed optics, he can tell she has no malicious intent, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t a threat.

“Don’t worry, Heatwave,” Chief chuckles a little, watching his family with fondness. He's glad they’re getting along with their new friend, who seems to be quite fond of them as well. “She’s a good person, and her alt mode will definitely help us with rescues that are on more difficult and challenging terrain that you can’t traverse easily. Also, from what Optimus told me, she’s incredibly strong as well.”

Heatwave sighs, yet he argues no further, begrudgingly acknowledging that she would be the best in a rescue with difficult terrain, it’d be useful that she’s also strong enough to hold her own if she needed. He continues to watch her with narrowed optics though, he can acknowledge her strengths, but that doesn’t make him trust her more, he’s still struggling with accepting anyone new to the team.

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It’s been a few weeks since Y/N joined the team, and Heatwave still doesn’t seem to trust her fully, he’s appreciative of her help on the rescues that he and his team can’t reach, specifically in forests and the mountains, she definitely has the advantage in that field with her tiger alt mode, she quick and strong, he can respect that.

But currently, the team is batting down Griffin Rock as a large storm rolls over the island, their human companions are pulling sandbags over to buildings so water doesn’t flood underneath the doors, Heatwave and the other bots are moving large storage containers away from the docks and properly stacking them while their metal frames are pelted by the rain coming down, Chief was about to call the bots back so they can return to the firehouse, but a deafening crack of lightning split the sky and crashes into an old, unstable building, forcing its foundation to crumble and crack, the building tipping over and falling.

The initial shock forced most of them to freeze as they are still recovering from the loud crack of lightning, but they’re taken out of their shock when Y/N broke into a sprint, quickly placing herself between the building and the humans, holding the building up, offering the only support to the broken building, planting her pedes firmly on the ground so she won’t budge at all despite how heavy to building may be.

The team started to try and find a way to fix the damage so she doesn’t strain herself holding it up for so long, if she were to release it, the building would crumble and become debris that the storm could fling through the air, but it was too severe, the foundation wouldn’t hold no matter how much they tried to find a way to repair it, but as the rain grew heavier and the winds grew stronger, it was growing too dangerous for the humans to remain outside without the threat of being injured.

“Get out of here, I’ll be fine, I’m more than capable of holding the building up until the storm is over!” She digs her claws into the brick of the building, remaining steady as she tells the others to retreat, she doesn’t want them to risk their lives when she’ll be able to hold out until daybreak.

They were all obviously hesitant to leave her alone, they didn’t want to abandon her when anything could happen to her, but Heatwave stepped over to her, a serious expression on his face. “I’m staying.”

“Heatwave-“ When she tried to object, Heatwave cut her off quickly, his tone sharp and serious.

“I’m staying. It’s my job to make sure my team is safe and last I checked, you’re a part of my team.” Heatwave crossed his arms, stubborn and refusing to let her get a word in, he may not fully trust her, but she’s his teammate, he’s not leaving her in the middle of a massive storm.

She stares at him before sighing in defeat and nods, letting him stay with her throughout the storm, no matter what she says or does, he won’t leave or accept her request to get somewhere safer than here. Heatwave nods to the rest of his team, a silent way of telling them to retreat back to the firehouse and wait out the storm before returning when it’s over.

The two of them watch the rest of the team leave, Cody showing the most concern for Y/N as they drive away, leaving the leader and femme holding an entire building up alone. Now they must wait through the night for this storm to end, the raindrops pelting against their frames, causing Heatwave to shudder a bit while he keeps an optic on her, making sure she can actually take the strain of holding a building up for so long.

Heatwave keeps her company, making small talk to fill the little silence the storm gives them, watching the dark clouds blend with the night sky, plunging them in a world of darkness as they speak, as the hours pass, he learns more of her and her past, why her alt mode is so different from everyone else’s, any of his earlier suspicions of her slowly dissipate throughout the night, he has gained a true respect for her when he finally processed that out of any of them, she was the first to move towards the building as it fell while they all remained frozen, she did something he couldn’t, and he can respect that, complimenting her strength and intuition which earns him a soft smile from the femme, causing his own ghost of a smile to appear on his face.

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As the clouds clear and the morning light peeks through the clouds, Heatwave gets a call from Cody, who is quick to ask if Y/N is okay, which Heatwave assures the boy that the femme is more than okay and still standing, even though he can hear her metal frame straining against the building, her optics had shut at a point so she can focus on holding the building up longer. Cody then informs Heatwave that they’re getting Doc Greene to come down to the docks to find a way to get the building out of her servos without destroying it and causing more problems. Heatwave is more than thankful to hear that news, bidding farewell to Cody before returning his focus to her.

He can tell she’s straining, her pedes are trying to slide and move on the wet ground beneath them, her metal farm creaks with struggle as she grits her denta. He knows he has to keep watch of her so she doesn’t fold under the stress of the weight above her, he truly doesn’t want her to get hurt or damaged in any way, he cares, so he waits with bated breath for everyone to arrive.

Heatwave looked up once he heard Chase’s siren coming in their direction, he could hear Blades flying above as well, he heaved a sigh of relief, looking back at her with concern and relief. “They’re here, you’ll be relieved of your duty soon.”

She could only grunt in reply with a stiff nod, she could feel the stress her body was under, groaning quietly as her legs creak with pressure from the building, her arms are shaky, yet she kept her claws firmly stuck in the bricks of the building, refusing to give in just yet.

As the Chase pulls up, Cody practically hurls himself out of the car door, sprinting over to them with concern written all over his face, he skids to a stop in front of Y/N, while the others start to work on getting the building off her safely.

“Y/N! Are you okay!” Cody was obviously worried about the team's new addition, which was so very kind of the little boy, warming her spark for a moment as she gave him a strained smile.

“I’ll be better…once this thing is off me…” Her response was strained, obviously showing how much pressure and stress her body is under as she trembles for a moment, her legs no longer coordinated and unsteady beneath her.

Doc Greene is quick to find the reason why the foundation was so weak in the first place, there were cracks all throughout it which weakened the already old buildings stability, causing it to fall. Heatwave and the other bots are quick to help remove the building off of her, using their combined strength to lift the building before setting it on the nearby grass so it can later be fixed or demolished.

After they set it down, Blades runs over to her, having her sit down in the sun so she can warm up and recover, he was able to recognize her exhausted state, giving her a once over to make sure she wasn’t injured by the strain, luckily he found nothing which made the medic sigh in relief before he got up to return to the others, sternly telling her to take it easy, which makes her chuckle and hold up her servos in surrender before he walked off.

Heatwave walks back over to her side, sitting down beside her, knowing her tendency to try and help even if she’s already injured and in pain, so he’s making sure she stays put, but he doubts she’ll actually try this time, she just looks exhausted from his point of view anyway, he can see the way she trembles and vents heavily.

“Why aren’t you with the others?” She looks over at him with a tired expression, obviously she’d be tired after holding up a building which weighs only primus knows how much, she was curious why he was sitting with her, she really wasn’t going to move much, she’ll probably go into recharge back at the firehouse when they return.

“I…” Heatwave paused before lowering his voice so only she could hear him. “I was worried…when you had caught the building last night…and when you said you’d stay there for the rest of the night, I was afraid you’d get hurt…” He sighs quietly, looking away from her and towards the ground, his arms resting on his knees.

“Awh, so you do care about me, that’s sweet of you, leader.” She grins weakly, teasing him with what energy she had left, she was truly exhausted but now she was also incredibly grateful that he stuck with her throughout the night, she was more than happy to have had the company, she doesn’t know what she would have done if she was completely alone.

“Hey!” Heatwave barks with a scowl, getting a hearty laugh out of her before she shakes her head and looks at him with a small smile.

“But…thank you, Heatwave…really, I’m not sure I would’ve made it through the night without you by my side…” She spoke in a quiet and tired voice as her exhaustion started to hit her at full force now, making her loopy and sleepy.

Heatwave was genuinely surprised at her gratitude, he wasn’t exactly subtle with his distrust of her at first after all, so hearing her actually thank him and say that she wouldn’t have made it through the night without him makes him a bit flustered, his faceplates heating up with a light blue hue as he huffs, and turns his helm away from her with a grumbled “No problem…just don’t do something that stupid again.”

“Of course…” She chuckles quietly before leaning against his side, making him more flustered than he was previously , leaning up to gently plant a small kiss of gratitude on his cheek, before she started to doze off against his side, optics closing with exhaustion, her frame relaxing against his own.

Heatwave grumbles but doesn’t push her away, letting her lean on him as he rests his helm against her own, closing his optics as the stress and anxiety from the night fades away as they fell into a recharge next to each other, his team is definitely teasing him about it later, especially Kade, but that doesn’t matter to him now, they both need the rest, especially her, so they rest, a soft blue hue on his face as he breathes softly while she slept beside him, breathing peacefully as the sun shone down upon the two autobots, warming them and assuring a warm recharge.

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[Requests are open!]

[cheekycheesecake01]

⚠️NSFW warning under the cut. Just a random realization I had.⚠️

So since Griffin Rock is like.... known for its advanced technology... imagine the sex toys? Freaky ass thought, I know, but the thought occurred. I've been watching this show since I was a little kid, and now, as an 18 yr old, the thought came to mind.

Like, the rose toy vibrator and the hitachi wand were already a staple in the sex toy industry. Then we invented a showerhead SPECIALLY made for female masturbation, which was a game changer. Imagine what kinda shit Griffin Rock has?

Do what you will with that food for thought, yall.

[techhiz]

Can I request Rescue bots heatwave with femme human s/o who’s like another sister to the burns family (but isn’t) and is shy at first when meeting him but is very energetic once comfortable?

Warming up.

The sky over Griffin Rock shimmered in hues of pink and orange as the sun dipped low on the horizon. On the island, where the extraordinary was an everyday occurrence, the Rescue Bots were busy wrapping up another training session with the Burns family. Cody had suggested they bring a few friends to the firehouse for a small gathering afterward, just to unwind.

And that’s where you came in.

Being close to Kade, Dani, and the rest of the family, you were often treated as one of them. Though not officially a Burns by name, you’d been part of their world for so long that the distinction didn’t matter. Tonight, however, was a little different.

You had heard a lot about the Rescue Bots—especially Heatwave, the team’s leader—and how they operated alongside the family. However, meeting a giant, transforming firetruck was a bit intimidating for someone like you. Sure, you were used to wild adventures in Griffin Rock, but meeting an actual alien? That was another level.

You shuffled nervously as you stood near the firehouse, hands clasped in front of you, heart pounding. Cody noticed and offered you an encouraging smile. “Relax! The Bots are cool. Heatwave might seem a little grumpy, but he’s great once you get to know him.”

“Grumpy?” you repeated, your voice faint. “I don’t know, Cody… What if he doesn’t like me?”

“You’ll be fine!” Cody reassured. “Just be yourself.”

Before you could respond, a deep, commanding voice boomed from inside the firehouse. “Cody, are you coming in or what?”

You froze, realizing the voice belonged to none other than Heatwave himself.

The ground trembled slightly as the red-and-silver firetruck transformed in front of you, towering over your frame. Heatwave crossed his arms, his optics narrowing as he studied you. “And who’s this?”

“Oh! This is Y/n,” Cody said quickly, stepping between the two of you. “She’s a friend of the family.”

You gave a small, awkward wave. “H-hi.”

Heatwave tilted his head, his expression unreadable. “Right. Well, as long as you don’t mess with the equipment, we’ll get along just fine.”

Your stomach flipped at his bluntness, and you found yourself shrinking slightly. “I-I won’t.”

Seeing your discomfort, Cody whispered, “Don’t take it personally. He’s like this with everyone.”

The evening passed, and while the others laughed and mingled, you remained on the outskirts, quietly observing. Heatwave occasionally glanced your way, noting how reserved you seemed compared to the lively Burns family. Despite your nervousness, you couldn’t help but admire his dedication to his role and the way he interacted with the others, even if he was gruff.

Eventually, Cody convinced you to approach Heatwave, who was standing near the firehouse, scanning reports on a data pad.

“Uh, hi again,” you said softly, feeling your cheeks heat up.

Heatwave glanced down. “Something you need?”

You hesitated but shook your head. “No, I just… thought I’d say thanks. For, you know, everything you do to keep the island safe.”

Heatwave blinked, momentarily caught off guard by your sincerity. “Oh. Well… you’re welcome, I guess.”

Over the next few weeks, your visits to the firehouse became more frequent. While you were shy at first, Heatwave gradually noticed your personality shining through as you became more comfortable.

One evening, after a particularly chaotic rescue mission, you burst into the firehouse, practically bouncing with excitement. “Did you see that?! The way Boulder lifted that car out of the river? And Chase—he’s so precise with his movements! Oh, and Heatwave!”

Heatwave, who had been cleaning his equipment, raised a brow. “What about me?”

“You were incredible! The way you coordinated everyone and handled the flames—it was amazing!” you said, your eyes sparkling with admiration.

Heatwave was taken aback by your enthusiasm, a rare smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “It’s just part of the job.”

“Still, you’re amazing at it,” you insisted.

From that moment on, your energy became a constant presence around the firehouse. You cheered for the Bots after successful missions, cracked jokes with Kade and Dani, and even started joining in on strategy discussions when Heatwave allowed it.

Though he’d never admit it out loud, Heatwave found your energy refreshing. You had a way of bringing lightness to even the most serious situations, and over time, the two of you developed a close bond.

One day, after a particularly tough mission, you sat beside Heatwave, your usual cheer subdued. “I don’t think I’ve ever thanked you properly for letting me hang around.”

Heatwave glanced at you, surprised by your tone. “You don’t need to thank me.”

“No, really. I know I can be a little… much sometimes,” you admitted, rubbing the back of your neck.

Heatwave’s optics softened. “You’re fine, Y/n. Honestly, you remind me that there’s more to all this than just work. It’s… nice.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and a wide grin spread across your face. “Thanks, Heatwave. That means a lot.”

He nodded, his expression warm. “Just don’t tell Kade I said that. I’ll never hear the end of it.”

You laughed, the sound filling the firehouse and making Heatwave’s spark feel a little lighter.

[savvymantis]

Heyo I’m so stupidly excited someone writes for the rescuebots. Do you have any headcanons of the four main bots being smitten with a human s/o? Just before dating, like their inner thoughts and acts to try and make it subtle or get it across?(you can ignore this if you wish, I love your writing either way!)

Oh So Smitten

Chase:

Chase is soft for you, but it can be hard to see sometimes. He doesn't act too different around you, but there's an obvious need to be around you that he carries whenever you're near. He lingers near you, minding his business but ready to be your helper should there be anything you need. And if that thing is just a conversation? He has many conversation starters saved up for such an occasion.

It needs to be said that while Chase doesn't act too different around you, he does act different around others. Both his team and Charlie have to hear about you near constantly. Chase has a lot memorized, trying his best to parse through his own feelings and what your own might be. He also wants to try and woo you, if possible, so he discusses his plans at length with his other, taking them as serious as a rescue.

Heatwave gets sick of it quick, but Boulder and Blades find it romantic enough that they do their best to keep up with Chase's intricate plans to show himself as a good partner for you. They even offer their own ideas for gifts to give you, but be careful. Chase cannot cook. He can, however, suss out the perfect gift based on everything you have ever said. Just don't be too put off by what he says as he gives them to you; he's still practicing with Blades on making his compliments more flattering instead of sounding like he's studying you like a bug.

Heatwave:

Heatwave is smitten, but you would never know. If you never hung out around him, that is. Heatwave likes to think he's got a good lid on his innermost emotions, but it's not hard to see how he relaxes whenever you're around. His voice softens, his posture slouches, and he smiles far more than he does whenever you're away. It's easy to notice, if you know what you're looking for. Everyone else has noticed, at least.

Given Heatwave's tendency to be, well, grumpy, it's easy to tease him about his crush. And tease his team does. Boulder coos and swoons over how in love with you Heatwave is, while Blades talks on about spring weddings and saying yes to dresses. Chase is more practical, showing off his relationship and dating self help books, trying to get Heatwave to do what they suggest. Heatwave doesn't, instead shouting at his fellow bots until they scurry off snickering.

What they don't see is his own plans, written down on a datapad he keeps on hand constantly. They're not very extensive or detailed, just small notes on things you like or activities you'd might enjoy. Heatwave is confident enough in himself to be okay without every detail being written down, and he knows you'll have fun together, whatever happens.

Boulder:

Boulder is the most laid back of all the other bots, and thus he's the only one that is really hard to guess where his feelings lie with you. He's adoring and sweet to everyone, always interested and curious of humanity. It takes the family and even the other Rescue Bots a while to realize his interest in you is more than just platonic, and that's only after they discover carefully drawn sketches of your profile surrounded by hearts in his habisuite.

Any teasing is to no avail, for Boulder isn't ashamed of his feelings. He understands that they're as natural as can be, and you're lovely, so why would he be ashamed? Teasing thus turns into encouragement to confess, and it's there where Boulder hesitates. While he's assured of his own feelings, yours are less known, and it's not confirmed you'd date a bot, much less him. Luckily, his team is nosy helpful, and figure out that you wouldn't mind a big, strong, handsome bot as a partner

With more confidence in his chances with you, Boulder steps up his game. He brings you flowers and drawings of the natural wildlife around the island, which eventually evolves into those sketches of you being shyly passed along whenever you're hanging out alone together. He compliments you too, so sweet that it makes you blush, which he wants to capture on canvas one day. If you're agreeable.

Blades:

Blades is the most obvious about his crush, which surprises no one. He's bashful and chatty at the same time, wanting to talk to you about everything, but also so shy that his face plate seems permanently stained blue. His rotors flutter a lot too, sometimes taking his pedes right off the ground when you make him flustered or excited. It's extremely obvious, but also extremely cute, so you don't mind.

It's easy to tease Blades about his crush, since he frantically denies it like you can hear him from across the island. Still, since he's a little hopeless and a little too reliant on movie tropes, the team does their best to help him along. And that goes about as well as you would expect, so not very well. While everything seems to fall apart, their attempts at nonchalant dates are nonetheless very fun for you, especially when they end with you in Blades' arms as he flees some danger.

Movie nights are a must, but also a way for you to add you own romantic opinions for Blades to hear. He points out courting rituals to you, eager to hear your ideas, and keeps them in mind as he grows more determined to woo you. Each date he tries to casually spring on you gets better and better, until you're both practically dating without anyone even saying anything.

[smallestapplin]

A spark to a flame

Commissioned by @c-estlamour ! Who’s such a sweetheart, thank you!

Transformers rescuebots Heatwave x gn!afab reader!

Warnings : interrupted once, caught masturbating, belly bulge. Reader gets called ‘firecracker’ ‘spitfire’ and ‘sweetspark’

Mdni! Adults only please!

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The air in Heatwave’s habsuite is thick and heavy, filled with the messy wet sounds of you nearly choking on his Glossa that he shoved into your mouth. Your body quickly heats up, struggling to breathe but so desperate for more! His servos holding you close, thumbs teasing just under your shirt pressing against your soft skin and slowly inching upward towards your chest teasing your nipples with his warm metal digits. You tremble against him, hands on his face plate to push him away as you tilt your head back gasping for air. Heatwave groans, missing your mouth the second it’s off his dermas. A thin strand of saliva connects your kiss bruised lips to his only breaking when Heatwave moves closer, pressing his dermas to your neck, lavishing any exposed skin with his affection.

“Heatwave..” You breathe out his name, feeling his denta lightly biting at your neck, marking you as his for all to see, even if most of the town wouldn’t know it was him, they’d at least know you have a lover.

He wants the world to know you are his.

“I got ya, sweetspark, just relax for me, yeah?” Heatwave coos at you, chuckling at how needy you are squirming for him, trying so hard to grind against the servo he has you held up on.

Just as he pulls his helm back intake open, ready to tell you to take your shirt off, an alarm blares throughout the base as Chief Burns’s voice echoes declaring an emergency and everyone is needed. You groan pitifully, looking up at Heatwave with a pleading expression, silently begging him to not go, though you both know it’s useless. Heatwave sighs, optics narrowing at nothing in particular before setting you down on his berth. You huff, crossing your arms as you are still feeling so much need but know good and well it’ll be ages before he comes back.

Heatwave chuckles, kissing the top of your head.

“Sorry, I’ll be back as fast as I can, okay?”

“Okay, but you better be safe!” You try not to let it show how upset you are, you know he can’t control the chaos that is Griffin Rock’s residents.

He smiles, his thumb gently rubbing across your cheek, “There is my little firecracker. You have my word, I’ll make it back to you.”

And with that he leaves. You sigh heavily and flop back against his berth, trying not to sulk in the silence of the base. You already miss his warmth, miss his servos on you, miss his impassioned and heavy kisses. Every time without fail something always comes up, always stops you two just short of actually finally fucking and it’s beginning to drive you crazy! Always so close, always just about to feel his Glossa on your dripping pussy, or just about to get his thick fingers stuffed inside you, ready to stretch you and prepare you for his leaking spike, you always only manage to see it pressurized from between his legs, freed from his modesty panel, but never able to touch or lick it no matter how much you want to!

Either something interrupts you before you can or Heatwave stops you cause he wants to pleasure you first and make you comfortable before worrying about him, but as a result you haven’t even gotten close to the feeling of being bare and pressed against him. The hours tick on and you lay motionless on your beloved’s bed, staring up at the ceiling of his habsuite, with only your thoughts racing thinking of him and everything he could do to you. You squirm, thighs rubbing together to ease the renewing heat as you recall how he touched you some hours ago, his thumb across your cheek, or how his dermas felt pressed so feverishly against your lips, his Glossa needy to taste you.

Shifting you move further up in the berth sitting up against Heatwave’s mesh pillow, reaching down you pull your pants and undergarments down, tossing them aside to free your wet slit. You tremble in the cold air of the habsuite knowing Heatwave would’ve kept you nice and warm, oh more than warm! You sigh, spreading your legs a little more to trail your hand down your body, imagining it was Heatwave touching you or even guiding you to touch yourself as he watched.

You glide your middle and ring finger through your wet heat soaking them in your slick before bringing your fingers up to your clit, rubbing your needy bud in slow circles. You lean your head back with a shaky sigh, squeezing your eyes shut to indulge in your fantasy even if your own fingers are much too small to dream properly. You bite your lip with a pitiful whine as your need grows but it’s not enough, you can feel your pleasure mounting, feel the knot in your stomach tightening as you bring yourself closer to the edge but never able to fall.

You need Heatwave, you can’t cum without him. As if he heard you, you jump up at the sound of hurried heavy pede steps quickly approaching before the door opens and swiftly closes right behind an ex-venting Heatwave, his yellow optics glow brightly at the sight of you making you tremble from your seat as he drinks you in, optics lingering at the wet mess between your legs. Heatwave smirks as he steps closer, easily falling onto the berth and catching himself as he crawls up, servos on your knees and spreading your legs wider for him to lay between.

“Getting started without me? Filthy little thing.”

You open your mouth to defend your actions, you didn’t know how much longer he was going to be, honest! But he swiftly moves your hand away from your crotch and replaces it with his heavy glossa, licking up your slit, gathering all your juices while his optics never once stray from your face. Heatwave chuckles as your legs begin to kick, your hips bucking against his glossa, desperately trying to ride his face. A broken whimper falls from your lips, your hands pushing on his helm as he flattens his glossa against your clit pressing firmly on it with every desperate lap of his tongue.

“Heatwave..so good, m’gonna..!” you cry, trying to warn him just how close you are to cumming.

You sob as the large mech pulls himself away from your leaking cunt, just to gasp as he grabs you by the hips, lifting them off the berth and resting his thick heavy spike against your wet heat. Your eyes wide staring excitedly at his leaking tip, your body trembling as some of his pre-fluid drip onto your skin.

“I rushed that mission, waited hours just thinking about you knowing you were back at base waiting for me, I wasn’t expecting to find you touching yourself, preparing your valve for me, yeah?”

You can feel yourself drooling and he hasn’t even put it in yet. Heatwave rolls his hips, grinding his spike against your puffy pussy, his engine roaring to life at your choked moan.

“C’mon little firecracker, use your words.”

“Fuck me already, please please I’ve waited long enough! If you don’t fuck me now I’ll do it myself.” you pant, giving him a half hearted glare.

Heatwave laughs softly, his engine purring lowly at your words, adoring the fire inside you. He leans over you resting one forearm just above your body to balance himself as he pulls his hips back, letting go of your hips to guide his spike to your clenching hole. You cling to the arm above your head desperate to claw at anything while he slowly pushes his twitching length into you, pausing every few inches to let you adjust to the size of him before pushing more and more into you. The large mech bits his dermas, optics flicking between your face and watching your pretty expression, or watching your cunt stretch struggling to take him, drooling at the sight of your stomach bulging cause he’s just too much.

“Fuck, Heatwave..s-so deep, god.” you drop your head back, gasping for air.

You feel so full, stuffed beyond your limit but it feels so good, too good! Reaching one hand down you toy with your clit, rubbing it in quick tight circles. Heatwave swears under his breath at such an intoxicating sight, but also feeling your organic valve fluttering around his spike so close to milking him.

“Gonna overload on my spike already, I’m only halfway in, spitfire.” he growls, optics brightening and threatening to roll back at just how tightly you’re clenching around him.

With a final firm roll of his hips he bottoms out, grinding his spike deep inside you as he shakes, giving a few deep thrusts as you squeal, your juices coating his spike with each heavy piston of his cock helping your ride out your climax. You fall limp, chest heaving and body covered in a thin layer of sweat. You could cry he is so deep inside you easily pushing against all your sweet spots.

“Slaggin’ pits, let me see you overload again.”

“Wait, Heatwave I just-”

“Do you want to stop?”

“No! No please don’t stop, I just, fuck, feels so good it’s overwhelming- oh!”

The room is filled with the sounds of your addicting cries and the sound of his metal hips wetly smacking against yours, determined to fill your pussy with his transfluid. His movements are rough, desperate, he’s been on edge since he had to leave for that damn mission, and now that he finally has your pussy around his spike he is not letting up until you tell him to.

And with how you are begging, he thinks you’re just as bad as he is.

[demiisdead]

I cant anymore

[my-writings-and-musings]

Hey there.... I'm been literally drowning on college projects and all that stuff, and I'm very stressed....like stressed and sleep deprived asf (and I look more like a vampire with how pale I got, even if I'm naturally fair skinned)

I need a emotional support firetruck hubby, who would remove me from that situation for a well deserved "me-time", and no.... I'm not talking about the lemony kind of, but more of a "I'm gonna draw you a bath and pamper you so much and make you take a nap of 8+ h... whatever you want it or not darling"

I need a purring firetruck hubby that runs like a furnace and dotes on me, cause I at the limit and I refuse to stop....either holo or mass displaced with fem s/o, pls....thanks you very much

I can definitely handle that, anon! I've never written mass displaced bots before but let's give it a try! I hope this helps you relax!!

For those who don't know: if you like my writing style, you can always commission me, and please reblog to help spread my work! Thank you!

Your perception had become little more than a blur of books, notes, and the blinding glow of your laptop, with the occasional sip of a highly caffeinated beverage to keep you conscious. There wasn't a force on Earth that could tear you away from your work, not even the biological need to sleep, no matter how loudly your body called out for it. Adjusting yourself on your uncomfortable desk chair, (which had been chosen specifically to keep sleep at bay), you tried to soothe your aching head with promises of a nap once this particular batch of work was finished. Whenever that would be...

Quite without warning, a solid pair of arms scooped you up like a cat, pulling you from your chair leaving you to flail against a metal frame until you were adjusted bridal style over two solid servos.

"Heatwave!" you cried as scattered papers fluttered about the room, clinging to his mass shifted form as adrenaline surged through your body. Getting more settled in his grasp and securing an arm behind his helm, you allowed your heart to slow it's hammering against your ribs with a sigh before your nonexistent patience snapped and you got quite huffy about the intrusion. "What are you doing?!"

"Do you have any idea what time it is?" he asked, catching you off guard. Looking quite unaffected by your displeasure, he made no move to set you down, not that you had much of a will to fight him.

"No?" you answered honestly, vaguely recalling the clock showing some ridiculous late hour the last time you'd looked. "But it doesn't matter, I need to work-"

"You need to sleep, babe." he interrupted firmly, lifting you closer to his chassis as he maneuvered his pedes over the plentiful papers that had been scattered across the floor. The movement stirred up a weak burst of defiance in you, and you looked back towards your desk as he walked to the door, the sight of your ample remaining work summoning what little energy you had left to resist.

"I don't have time..." you protested weakly, hoping he would look past his stubborn, protective nature and just let you have this. There was simply so much you needed to get done, and the thought of going through the hoops required for an extension made you want to just deal with the lack of sleep. Being in his arms made it hard to care about much of anything, however, especially with the natural warmth of his armor soaking into your stiff muscles...

"I wasn't asking." Heatwave said with protective firmness, holding your head closer to his helm so he could speak in a soothing purr. Having your ear against his chest allowed you to hear the hum of his spark, and it was so unbelievably relaxing your traitorous eyes nearly drifted shut in an instant.

"I'll have to ask the board for more time, and there's no guarantee they'd give it to me." you said, offering one final token of resistance as he walked down the hallway and approached your bedroom. It was the one the two of you shared when he was mass displaced, and the thought of snuggling with your big, handsome fire truck all but eliminated your desire to resist his efforts. The world felt so far off and unimportant as he opened the door to your dark bedroom...

"Don't worry about that, I've got it handled." he said with a small chuckle, sounding quite proud of whatever he'd set up on your behalf. Brief musings as to what he planned on pulling faded when he laid you down on the massive, plush berth that had been designed to comfortably hold the both of you. Sinking face first into the bedding, you welcomed the calming touch of his hand on your back, smiling softly as he traced it up and down your aching spine. "Now; no more fussing..."

His voice faded as he slid his digits up to your shoulders, where he found the muscles rigid and sore from countless hours of stressful hunching.

"Pit, you're tense as a steel rod. How long were you bent over that desk?" he asked as he sat down on the berth with you. Blinking blearily, you tried to reply, but were cut off when his thick digits began to massage into all the places causing you pain. Having his warm, solid touch rubbing soothing circles over your back was all you needed to finally relax for real, and a soft sigh of satisfaction told him to continue.

"Take it easy now, babe." he soothed as unconsciousness came over you like a welcome blanket, your lips curling up in a smile as he pampered you to sleep. "I've got ya..."

[solar4seekstron]

The Heatwave fic is driving me mad at the end here