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[ open ] IN MY DAY
Who: Galvatron and open
Where: Deceptibase, around the city??
When: pollen times
What: Galvatron being old and judgmental and horny
Warnings: NSFW and violence??
This heat coiling through him is becoming infuriating. At first Galvatron didn't mind the pleasant buzz of charge and warmth pooling through his frame, finding it nostalgic of a time when he was young and Cybertron was still active with its whims, but after enough time of being aroused constantly even he was beginning to find it a nuisance. Pleasure by himself wasn't as satisfying and there were few on this planet he has desire to lie with; they were too soft, too stupid, too organic.
After a while the frustration turns into aimless anger, Galvatron's already short temper is exacerbated by the sexual frustration. Between rounds of self pleasure that gave him no satisfaction, he roams the corridors of the new 'Decepticon' base, looking for other ways to vent his restlessness. He thirsts for a good fight-- these mechs were soft and sparring ended quickly, but it was something to keep his mind off the endless boredom and charge rippling through his frame.
Where: Deceptibase, around the city??
When: pollen times
What: Galvatron being old and judgmental and horny
Warnings: NSFW and violence??
This heat coiling through him is becoming infuriating. At first Galvatron didn't mind the pleasant buzz of charge and warmth pooling through his frame, finding it nostalgic of a time when he was young and Cybertron was still active with its whims, but after enough time of being aroused constantly even he was beginning to find it a nuisance. Pleasure by himself wasn't as satisfying and there were few on this planet he has desire to lie with; they were too soft, too stupid, too organic.
After a while the frustration turns into aimless anger, Galvatron's already short temper is exacerbated by the sexual frustration. Between rounds of self pleasure that gave him no satisfaction, he roams the corridors of the new 'Decepticon' base, looking for other ways to vent his restlessness. He thirsts for a good fight-- these mechs were soft and sparring ended quickly, but it was something to keep his mind off the endless boredom and charge rippling through his frame.
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Yeah, Sentinel. You shouldn't keep your back to a potential enemy. Galvatron is up in his personal space mere seconds later, standing behind him close enough to be uncomfortable.
"The smell in the air reminds me of my youth when Cybertron was still young."
There was a lot of fucking. Many baby robots were just learning all the fun stuff they could eat, inhale, or inject to make them trip balls.
"You wouldn't know. Too young."
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"Congratulations on being entirely too ancient," he says, optics narrowing. This guy is weird, what the hell does he want? "Did you stop by for me to applaud you?"
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I hope Sentinel likes turning to look directly at crotch because that's how close Galvatron is to his face. He unfortunately doesn't like the mech's tone at all, so he reaches to grab that huge gold headfin and yank it.
"I'm intrigued by mech's apparent unmoved by the world around them. Are they oblivious are strong? I'm less inclined to speak and more likely to throw you off this cliff now though."
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"Throwing me off the cliff will certainly show me how much more advanced you are." he says, trying to shift slightly so his robot spine isn't bent awkwardly.