Transformers Oneshots!

🍋 ||REQUESTED|| Tf RB Heatwave x Femme Reader

𝕽𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖞: 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓𝕿𝖍𝖊𝕳𝖞𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖉
𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖐𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌!

  Next week is Heatwave's heating season. You blushed at the thought of his blue face glowing at you with sparkling, needy optics, begging you for entrance.

  When you were first assigned to Rescue Force Sigma 17, you weren't expecting to be the only femme in the team. What caught you more by surprise was that the mighty, hotheaded leader had fell for you. It first began with small signs, before you finally approached him about it. You told him how you felt, hoping that he would crush your Spark into tiny pieces and end a possible love so you could focus more on rescue missions than just staring at his sturdy build. 

  Guess what happened after that? He has been helping you with your heating season, and now it's your turn.

  "(Y/N)?" you hear a deep, sexy voice call out.

  You flushed blue immediately. You weren't expecting him to sound like that so soon. 

  "Y-yeah?" you stammered.

  Heatwave enters the room. He wraps his arms around your waist as he purred softly into your audio receptors. When he realised what he was doing, he quickly pulled away from you.

  "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," he softly cusses at himself. "I came in to tell you that maybe... we shouldn't do this."

  "What do you mean?" you asked, catching a glance of the red mech's needy optics. He looks away.

  "I shouldn't force you to help me," he sighed.

  You weren't sure how to answer. A part of you was afraid of what he might do to you, but a part of you wanted... no, craved for that moment. There were 7 more days, but Heatwave seemed to be more than ready to start.

  "I'll... head back to Cybertron. Cool down for a bit, and come back when I'm fit for duty," he suggested.

  "You don't have to!" you yelled in panic. "The teams needs you here... I need you here."

  Heatwave kisses your forehelm, his hot breath blowing at your helm. You let out a small sigh.

  "I never ever want to dream of hurting my angel on accident," he admitted. "Who knows how I aggressive I'll get?"

  "I can take it," you glanced into his optics. "As long as you're better, I'm satisfied."

  Heatwave smiles. "What would I ever do without a beautiful and considerate angel in my life?"

  You chuckle lightly. Deep down, you were afraid of what Heatwave would... could actually do. What if you can never walk again? Will it hurt? How are you going to explain to Chief (and gulp, Cody) when you can't go for rescue missions?

  "Is something wrong?" Heatwave asked, concerned about your frowning. 

  "O-oh, no, everything is fine," you blurted out.

  "You sure?" Heatwave frowns.

  You peck his cheek lightly in reassurance. "I'll be okay," you smiled at him. "I'm ready whenever you are."

  Heatwave flinches lightly. You could hear his systems starting to heat up and notch up a setting. 

  "H-Heatwave?" 

  He grunts a little before moving to a wall and held it as he desperately tries to remain standing. Based on the datapads Blades had read, Heatwave was starting to show signs of the beginning of his heating season.