#naughtywave || heatwave

[gladiatorsteamroom]

( ✧ ― @naughtywave || melt into me ― ✧ )

Heatwave/Chase “Look how pretty you are when you're about to overload~”

Chase peeked one of his optics open to look up at Heatwave as he groaned; his arms around the other's neck and face flushed blue while his hips pressed up against the firefighter's servo three digits deep and pumping, thumb brushing against his anterior node.

Heatwave wasn't wrong, he was so close to overload it hurt - the pleasure was sweeping all over his frame and he could really feel it in his abdominal plating and thighs...

"Heatwave..~"

[coetusmachina-a]

( ✧ ― @naughtywave || inside ― ✧ )

“Do you want to feel me inside you?” [wildcard]

Chase stared at Heatwave for a moment, as if he hadn't quite heard the firefighter correctly while his vents stalled temporarily. His frame had already been heating up previously, but this had taken it to another level. It was barely a klik before he stepped closer to Heatwave and put his servos on the other mech's waist.

"I want nothing more."

[coetusmachina]

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

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎🔥[Heatwave and Chase]‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

"Heatwave... Primus..!"

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

[coetusmachina]

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

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎🔥[Heatwave and Steamtrack]‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

"Frag.."

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

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

[gladiatorsteamroom]

( ✧ ― @naughtywave || xxx ― ✧ )

XXX Heatwave/Chase

Chase writes erotica as a private hobby. Heatwave discovers it, and reading Chase's works reveals the unplumbed depths of Chase's sexual imagination. The idea that Chase even thought of some of this stuff is incredibly shocking and exciting to Heatwave - who now has to get up the nerve to approach Chase and ask if they can re-enact a certain scene from Chase's work.

Chase... wasn't entirely sure how he had started on the path of this type of writing when he had been so much more tame before. However, if he were to be completely honest, he couldn't say that he regretted anything he wrote — in fact, it was one of the best ways that he had found that really let his thoughts out in a way that didn't embarrass himself or leave him pent up and feeling like he couldn't tell anyone.

Especially with some of the scenes he wrote... he was relatively certain that no one would be interested in those with him

[gladiatorsteamroom]

( ✧ ― @naughtywave || xxx ― ✧ )

XXX Heatwave/Steamtrack

Steamtrack rides Heatwave hard, skin slapping, thighs straining, and all Heatwave can do is hang on for the ride, encouraging Steamtrack to make themselves cum.

Steamtrack vented heavily as she continued to slam herself down on Heatwave's spike, her servos clutching his shoulders as her optics were shut tight. Primus, having him inside her again like this after the twins felt like heaven, and she was beyond thankful that they were away and taken care of for a time while the two of them got... reacquainted.

Plating clanking against one another, paint transferring red and blue on their thighs and the way that each time she pushed down on him felt like sending sparks of pleasure up her frame.

"Oh frag —— Heatwave..!"

[gladiatorsteamroom]

( ✧ ― @naughtywave || wall-fragged ― ✧ )

“Wall Fucked” Heatwave/Chase

Chase had been wondering where Heatwave had gone to, having looked all over the place for the firefighter when he found him stuck in the middle of the wall of one of the old tunnels. His optics blinked for a moment before he went over to rest his servos on the other's hips.

He couldn't lie.. seeing him like this made him feel... criminal. He shook his helm, trying to clear thoughts that wouldn't leave - not noticing how he pressed up against the other and gently rolled his hips against his as he leaned forward to call through the wall.

"Heatwave - are you alright?"

[gladiatorsteamroom]

( ✧ ― @naughtywave || mind reader ― ✧ )

MIND READER Heatwave for Steamtrack Heatwave for Chase

"Since the bitties were sparked, all I can think about is him pinning me down and absolutely filling me to the brim and then some."

"One thought that has occurred has been having him beneath me, cuffed to the berth as I hold his legs up toward his helm while filling him."