#gladiatorsteamroom

[viciousbite]

@gladiatorsteamroom asked:

Steamtrack is calling his name, motioning to Darkfang and positioning herself spread out on her knees and leaned forward to have her aft in the air with her panel open to show her valve glistening with lubricant "Darkfang~"

The sight, her vocals, it's enough to send a full course of overcharge crackling through his frame. He audibly whined, as he quickly abandoned the sticky pillow to crawl face first into that bared valve. Outright growling at the scent and the taste, when he pressed his glossa between her folds.

Yes, Yes, Steamtrack, so sweet. Each arm wrapped around her thighs, to lift her aft higher up, until her knees abandoned the berth, and he gained a better angle for his goal. His glossa pressed against her node, before his derma enveloped it, to hungrily suck the sensitive nub.

[hellishlemonspens]

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⠀ ( little spoiler wags . he was just thinking the same thing . except, he's more on the down low about it . trying to be nonchalant with his arms crossed . it's cool to be edgy and mysterious . )

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[naughtywave]

1B for Heatwave/Chase

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Heatwave had been teasing Chase all day. ‘Accidentally’ brushing his aft against the policebot’s panels while they did routine maintenance on the Sigma, sending him naughty messages over a private commline, and randomly giving him little kisses and touches throughout the day.

It hadn’t taken much to convince Chase to bend him over his berth when the policebot had innocently come to talk about a schedule glitch… Or maybe not so innocently… He’d locked the door behind him after he’d entered, after all.

Heatwave was biting his glossa to keep from moaning out loud as Chase’s spike stretched his valve wide open.

:;Frag yes! Please take me hard, Sir~:;

[spark-took-flight]

Send me “Wall Fucked” + reverse for the your muse to fuck mine while they're stuck in a wall @gladiatorsteamroom asked: Flame Nova and Heavy Iron

Flame Nova grumbled to himself as he kept pulling and trying to free himself from the unfortunate predicament that his own temper had gotten him into. He had been given permission that- instead of attempting to start fights with the other Cardbots- he was allowed to take out his frustrations on any abandoned buildings and other sites. Which had now led him to his current problem at hand.

Putting his excavator arm through the wall of an abandoned warehouse with all his might had thrown his balance and sent not only his arm, but his entire upper half through the wall, bringing it down on top of him. And not only that, his excavator arm was then pinned in a very weird position, so he couldn't even free himself, even as he was able to get himself back up onto his pedes.

Then he could feel someone come up behind him. He wanted to look back, he wanted to tell them to leave him be, but the words were stolen when he felt servos on his hips. He stiffened under the tough as he felt the presumed owner of those servos come up and press against him. "Whoever you are, release me and back away." The only thing he could tell was that this was another big bot like him.

[ashen-howl-archive]

"Hey, Scorch, do you have a..."

Steamtrack stepped into Scorches room, looking down at a datapad while being so adamantly ignoring her own heat, and the moment she was close enough - the smell hit her before the sight did. Her optics widened and her engine gave an involuntary rev. The sight of Scorch on her berth causing a wave of arousal to flood Steamtrack's circuits.

"O-oh.. I - I, um.."

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"Steamy!" The femme shifted, wiggling and turning enough to see her better. Her tail wagged faster, fin on the end lightly smacking against the berth as she grinned.

"Hi!" She had shifted enough so her spike bobbed into veiw, hard and leaking with prefluid, piercings lining the underside and doting the tip. Her thighs were a mess, covered in her own fluids, voice high and desprate.

"What did you need?" Green optics were glittering with equal amounts of need and excitement, sharp teeth bared into a smile.

[viciousbite]

There was a soft crackle of his comm link before a familiar voice came through..

« Hey fangs... was wondering if you'd like some company? If you, um.. know what I mean. »

There's a hint to her voice that she may be struggling with something very similar to what he was going through..

( @gladiatorsteamroom )

@gladiatorsteamroom

The voice startled him enough to cause his tail to pull and toss the false spike out of him, with such speed that it pounced across the room. Noooo, so far, scrap. Whining with needy vocals, straight into the comms. Servos loosely pressing along his freshly emptied valve, feeling the mesh pulse beneath his digits.

.:Please, scrap, I need it, I need you.:. The heated fog in his processors made him unaware of the meaning of his words, of how needy for a frag he was.

.:If you come here right now, you can ride my spikes as much as you want.:. He added after a long pause. Ah, thank Primus for Steamy. Wait... why had she sounded so, strained in the other end? Was she affected too?

[viciousbite]

"Darkfang? You okay?" Steamtrack's voice came from outside his habsuite, wanting to check on him and make sure he was doing alright since she found him and began helping him.

She ignored her own heat, vents blasting almost obnoxiously as she knocked before entering- concerned as she hadn't heard anything beyond the door.

( Feral au? / @gladiatorsteamroom )

@gladiatorsteamroom

Servos curled and uncurled along the torn blanket and pillows. Moaning breathlessly at the sound of Steamtrack's voice. Vocals muffled by the fabric stuffed between his fangs. Hips stuttering and twitching with each roll against the pillows. Can't stop, won't stop, not even when Steam entered.

Each brush of his sensitive node along the pillow caused him to hiss and growl between moans, frame trembling in pleasure. With how wet and dirty the berth was, the Snake had overloaded a few times by now. His arrived companion, didn't get the usual hiss from the Snake, instead he continued rutting slowly against the pillows. Tail shifting to the side. His drenched valve came into view before being hidden partially as his servo pressed against the pillow beneath to push it tightly along his node and folds, and against his leaking spikes.

What Steam got, was a few quiet chirps and whines of knowledge and a further lift of his aft as if tempting her to approach and rub this painfully pleasurably itch from his frame.

[viciousbite]

@gladiatorsteamroom continued from xXx

Steamtrack moaned, laughing as she bit her lower derma, shifting her hips and let her helm roll back on her shoulders as he pushed the false spike all the way inside. Her valve cycled down against it, the vibrations stimulating her inner nodes deliciously. Her vents coming heavy as she reached down to rub over her valve and the base of the toy - a shudder went down her backstrut as the way he tapped it. The moment that his servo pulled back, she let her panels shut with a snap. She leaned forward, wrapping a servo around the back of his neck and pulling him into a kiss, a grin wide on her derma, "Do we wanna put shanix on how long we can last before having accidents?" Her grin turned into a smirk as she peppered a few kisses over his neck while momentarily increasing the vibration of his false spike.

Leaning in close, into the kisses. His glossa lapped at her derma, with servos resting on each side of her waist. Stroking along her plating while pulling her lower derma between his own, gently suckling on it before releasing with a pop. The increasing vibration, made him softly moan. His frame twitching, with each unfortunate vibrating brushed over sensors.

"Oh, yes. A hundred, a thousand? Mmh, I bet you can't last five joors without your thighs getting slick with lubricants." He purred, pressing his thighs together, as he pulled away. He knew, if he staid there any longer, he'd want to push her against the nearest surface and grind her thigh until he's a whimpering mess. No, stop, thoughts-

He bit at his bottom derma, increasing the vibrations in Steamtrack's toy in return. Sweet revenge. Oh, and additional function, of the vibrations changing, from between pulses, to constant vibrations. "So... together the whole way, or are we risking to go out and do our work, mmh?"