Galvatron

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[nosparknofear]

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[nosparknofear]

Sensitive [revenge!]

☣|| He couldn’t believe the hum of his own systems. Or the clicking of the new, improved parts that pieced together this frame. It was both terrifying and intoxicating, and the monstrous mecha leant into the Autobot’s touch. 

His vents choked on air as something buzzed through his foreign frame, optics dimming to a point in which they were nearly out completely. “Please,” he murmured, half-begging (though would never admit it). “Don’t stop.”

[comin-in-cannons-blazin-archive]

“More than an offer.” Ironhide purred, allowing himself to be pushed down to his knees. Better than resisting with the bad leg he had. Not that he wanted to resist. It’d been too long since he was able to do this with anyone. Most mechs were too preoccupied with other things, or they simply didn’t like his frame type.

He nudged his nose against the panel, trying to get the point across without words. He didn’t want to boss Galvatron around too much. Plus, he was perfectly content being submissive. Made things run more smoothly. And, it was always more fun.

His servos moved back to the silver mech’s hips, some digits digging into seams as others played with wiring. Was it wrong he was enjoying this?

[nosparknofear]

☣|| An uncomfortable jolt rattled Galvatron, just briefly, before he bent forward and placed a powerful servo atop the Autobot’s helm. “You can say ‘no’,” his voice rough, something bubbling underneath the emotionless façade--

                                                 --no, he was a sparkless monster now, feelings shouldn’t--

The panel shuddered and retracted at an agonisingly slow pace, mechanisms within rattled and creaked, and the silvery spike protruded from its housing. As sharp and menacing as Galvatron himself was, the upgrade matched the frame to alarming degree--even donning the blue biolights, instead of the previous crimson. 

Though there was still that frustrating heat, there was something almost passive about Galvatron, as he started down at it and the Autobot--

                                                                 --not his, not his, not his.

[nosparknofear]

Sensitive [revenge!]

☣|| He couldn’t believe the hum of his own systems. Or the clicking of the new, improved parts that pieced together this frame. It was both terrifying and intoxicating, and the monstrous mecha leant into the Autobot’s touch. 

His vents choked on air as something buzzed through his foreign frame, optics dimming to a point in which they were nearly out completely. “Please,” he murmured, half-begging (though would never admit it). “Don’t stop.”

[comin-in-cannons-blazin-archive]

“Poor sparklin’.” Hide chuckled, the servo that was not on the other’s hip moving to his crotch. One digit traced along the seam of a panel, an amused engine rumble escaping the Autobot as he did that.

“Hm…. Which panel should open first?” The older mech hummed in thought. “Maybe this one,” he tapped the one the covered the (sparkless, he reminded himself) mech’s spike from view. “But what would I do? Perhaps…” He grinned, resting his helm on the other’s shoulder as to whisper in his audials.

“Perhaps I should suck ya off?”

[nosparknofear]

☣|| His denta bared, he found his frame seemed have a mind of its own. Spiral struts bent unnaturally, hips jolted forward and he ground his panel against curious fingers. A quiet growling noise vibrated through his throat and chest, the blades from within the massive circular design of his chest clicked as they kicked on.

       “Is that an offer?”

And the larger mecha’s servos moved to shoulders, apply pressure to force the other to his knees. Too bright optics swirled downward, then his helm tipped forward to stare down--something almost playful flashed cross his face, before everything about his expression blanked.

Despite the growing discomfort, the panel didn’t open. Not yet anyway.

[nosparknofear]

Sensitive [revenge!]

☣|| He couldn’t believe the hum of his own systems. Or the clicking of the new, improved parts that pieced together this frame. It was both terrifying and intoxicating, and the monstrous mecha leant into the Autobot’s touch. 

His vents choked on air as something buzzed through his foreign frame, optics dimming to a point in which they were nearly out completely. “Please,” he murmured, half-begging (though would never admit it). “Don’t stop.”

[comin-in-cannons-blazin-archive]

“Really now? Ya must be really sensitive…” He muttered, servos wandering over the mech’s frame. “Tell me if ya don like somethin’. Or if ya do.” The Autobot chuckled at his own comment before he placed another kiss on Galvatron’s lips.

One servo slowly wandered down to the other’s hips as he hummed in thought. Why was he doing this? He didn’t even particularly like this mech. He was sparkless. Maybe it was just the thought of getting revenge for when this had happened to himself.

Or maybe our was just the thought of Megatron still being somewhere in there.

[nosparknofear]

☣|| “Don’t taunt me over a glitch,” the former warlord grumbled, trying to keep the whining to a minimum. Though it proved difficult, as his frame grew warmer and not even his cooling systems seemed to help. It felt as though acid coursed through his fuel lines, and by the Unmaker’s grace, it was painful.

      But it wasn’t without its pleasure either.

The returned kiss was that of aggression, yearning--long and hard, and when the protector pulled back, he shuddered and chose to guide the Autobot’s roaming servo across thick but sharp lines of his torso. “There is nothing you could do that I wouldn’t like,” came his static tone. “Do what you must before I overheat and fall into stasis.”

[nosparknofear]

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[musesgonnamuse]

On the battlefield – when everything is CHAOS && you have nothing but the way you f e e l  your s t r a t e g y && a s w o r d You just think about the life you’ll have – TOGETHER after the war …

                                         && then you do it for THEM …

[nosparknofear]

“It’s just a headache, I’ll be fine.”

☣|| He scowled down at the samurai, optics narrowed. “I somehow don’t believe you,” he grumbled, beckoning the mecha closer. “Allow me to be of assistance.” 

[nosparknofear]

Sensitive

☣|| As massive and deadly as he was, the Decepticon lord released a keen of need, slowly lowering his frame to a kneel before his soldier. Sharp talons reached out, cupping around the mech’s hips–seeking to pull him closer, to silently beg for his underling’s attention to his heated frame.

Fiery optics faded into darkness, he leant his helm forward to come to rest upon the other’s torso. He rumbled his engine–quiet and stern, and wanting.

[barricade2007]

He saw his lord and master kneel before him, and he released a surprised chirp, unsure of what to do. He felt the heat radiating from Galvatron’s frame, and he hesitantly leaned into him, servos gliding across the heated plating on his back.

He rumbled in return, nuzzling into his neck as he heard the needy keen escape Galvatron, and quietly murmured to him. “How may I assist you, Galvatron?”

[nosparknofear]

☣|| Fiery optics lit up once again, helm turned and sights focused on the warrior. He’d tried to shush his systems, but roaming servos had prevented any hope of that. “Don’t stop,” he rumbled, talons latched onto hips trembled.

“Just touch--something is wrong, a glitch most likely, but this feels right.”

[nosparknofear]

Sensitive [revenge!]

☣|| He couldn’t believe the hum of his own systems. Or the clicking of the new, improved parts that pieced together this frame. It was both terrifying and intoxicating, and the monstrous mecha leant into the Autobot’s touch. 

His vents choked on air as something buzzed through his foreign frame, optics dimming to a point in which they were nearly out completely. “Please,” he murmured, half-begging (though would never admit it). “Don’t stop.”

[comin-in-cannons-blazin-archive]

“Oh? An why not? What do ya need? Tell me.” The mech smirked, leaning up to lightly brush his lip plating against the silver mech’s. This was fun! Playing with this mech was more than entertaining. Was it wrong he was hoping this would happen again?

“Jus’ tell ol’ Ironhide what ya need.”

[nosparknofear]

☣|| His systems buzzed and joints creaked as he leaned in, just to return the kiss, to make Ironhide touch him. “You,” he growled after the kiss, heat radiating from his frame alarmingly. Too warm, a part of him wished to tear the plating from his form. 

“I think--I think I will overload without interface,” he whimpered, the distaste the Autobot had for him still fresh in his processors. His frame shuddered, trying to keep close, to be submissive for the other mech. He seemed to enjoy that--he wouldn’t leave Galvatron to overheat that way. 

“Just touch.”

[nosparknofear]

Sensitive [revenge!]

☣|| He couldn’t believe the hum of his own systems. Or the clicking of the new, improved parts that pieced together this frame. It was both terrifying and intoxicating, and the monstrous mecha leant into the Autobot’s touch. 

His vents choked on air as something buzzed through his foreign frame, optics dimming to a point in which they were nearly out completely. “Please,” he murmured, half-begging (though would never admit it). “Don’t stop.”

[comin-in-cannons-blazin-archive]

Ironhide chuckled as his servos wandered over the other’s frame. “Sweetspark, I’m barely even touchin’.” He laughed once again and moved one servo to caress over the silver being’s faceplates.

“Maybe I should jus’ let ya handle this yerself…..”

[nosparknofear]

☣|| He hissed lowly, locking his servos onto the heavily armoured frame in front of him. “There must be a glitch in my systems,” he muttered, trying to think logically. Not that it mattered, as his helm tilted into the servo caressing his faceplates.

                                                                           “Don’t leave me.”

[nosparknofear]

Sensitive

☣|| The moment the Autobot laid a servo upon his frame, a heat tore through the war machine in a manner so distant but familiar. He whined instantly, leaning his frame into his palm, and optics falling dark.

“You need to leave,” he growled, shuddering and armour clanging with it.

[sxnnydisposition-blog]

    “And if I don’t? What will you do, Galvatron?”

    Skilled fingers wrap around a shoulder, the other servo moved to the mech’s thigh, where the fingers of that one began the careful, calculated touches. He drew curves and patterns in the sensitive armour, blue optics focused on the mech’s face.

    “Don’t leave me hanging, pit spawn. Tell me.”

[nosparknofear]

☣|| A snarl rumbled through the massive mecha’s frame. His optics brightened, fingers clenched and leaving long dents into his palms. “I will gut you,” he said, the venom in his voice lost when cooling fans kicked on. 

He wanted to curse his luck, but instead, glared at the yellow Autobot. “I will crush your spark within my servo and send your pieces to your equally as dreadful twin.”

[comin-in-cannons-blazin-archive]

“Sensitive”

For once, Ironhide didn’t push the sparkless mech away when he tried to touch him. This time? He actually accepted it. His frame let off a shiver and he turned to look at the mech. Well, this was awkward.

“…go ‘way, please….”

[comin-in-cannons-blazin-archive]

His optics shuddered as he peered up at the larger mech. Everything seemed to debate over whether or not to listen and over which panel to open. He didn’t want to give up to much power to the mech but…

The elder mech smiled softly and nodded. “Better not hurt me.” He muttered, a click following as one of his interface panels slid back. “I’m only showin’ my valve cause it gives me more pleasure,” Hide grumbled. “I’m still in charge here.”

Of course he would state so.

[nosparknofear]

☣|| “Dominance is yours to have,” he rumbled against neck cables, watching the Autobot closely for signs of discomfort. Especially so when the servo near his groin moved forward, talons finding their way to the valve in question. 

Those same talons taunted and teased the outer nodes of the valve, curious and quiet now. Though he still nipped at the other mecha’s neck cables once again, systems purring to life and vibrating his frame entirely--fingers included.

“Command me, Master,” he snarled against the cables, a challenge, as a claw dipped past the valve opening. “Tell me what you desire.”

[roleplayaskmemes]

Sickness/illness/injury starter memes - send me one, see how my muse reacts.

Mixture of muses being the sick one.

“Will you take me to the doctors?”

“You don’t look so good.”

“You’re burning up!”

“I think I have a fever.”

“You should really get that checked out a some point.”

“I think I need to lay down.”

“My head is killing.”

“You’ve gone as pale as a ghost.”

“I think I’m going to throw up.”

“I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“Maybe you have a virus.”

“Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

“I’ll look after you, don’t worry.”

“I haven’t eaten in days – I can’t keep it down.”

“Maybe I should take you to the emergency room.”

“Are you sure you’re feeling well?”

“I really don’t feel too good right now.”

“I hope it’s not contagious - don’t breathe on me!”

“Trust you to get sick on a Saturday.”

“It’s just a headache, I’ll be fine.”

“As long as they don’t want to give me shots I’ll go see a doctor.”

[nosparknofear]

I got a good chuckle out of this. 

Thanks by-no-means-a-coward and cowards-do-survive

[barricade2007]

He eyed the mech hesitantly, before nodding. “Yes sir… Permission to speak freely?”

[nosparknofear]

☣|| “Permission granted.” Two simple words, cold as ice and a warning to not overstep boundaries than no longer existed between the two. 

[nosparknofear]

Sensitive

☣|| The moment the Autobot laid a servo upon his frame, a heat tore through the war machine in a manner so distant but familiar. He whined instantly, leaning his frame into his palm, and optics falling dark.

“You need to leave,” he growled, shuddering and armour clanging with it.

[nosparknofear]

Sensitive [revenge!]

☣|| He couldn’t believe the hum of his own systems. Or the clicking of the new, improved parts that pieced together this frame. It was both terrifying and intoxicating, and the monstrous mecha leant into the Autobot’s touch. 

His vents choked on air as something buzzed through his foreign frame, optics dimming to a point in which they were nearly out completely. “Please,” he murmured, half-begging (though would never admit it). “Don’t stop.”