Seated comfortably in Brainstorm’s lap it was easy to forget about the film playing on the screen in front of you in favor of focusing on the mech behind you. You were watching some holiday movie you’d seen plenty of times before but you still appreciated that Brainstorm had gone out of his way to get it for you on the Lost Light. It was practically background noise though, over the sound of his internal systems so close to you. The soft whirring of barely active fans and hissing of pistons deep inside his frame a comfort to you.
You feel him shifting to press a gentle kiss on the top of your head before slowly moving down. You giggled softly as he moved to kiss and nuzzle at your neck; slightly ticklish. Brainstorm’s engine purred softly at your quiet laughter as he continued to kiss and gently nip at your neck. You had noticed his frame heating up behind you but ignored him, which he clearly hadn’t liked. You feel your own body start to heat up at the feeling of his denta pressing against your skin again and again.
“Was the movie boring?” You asked with another barely concealed laugh. His engine rumbled softly again.
“You’re more interesting. You’ve kept me waiting all day y’know,” Brainstorm murmurs between kisses. His servos gently poking and prodding at your body, running along your sides and thighs. You sigh dramatically.
“You’re so needy Stormy,” you say with amusement. You wriggle in his grip to turn around fully to face him. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you cup his face with your hands. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” You say with a smile. His wings twitch up in a happy flick. You lean in, and cover his lips with yours. One of his servos moving to cup the back of your head gently as you open your mouth for him. He’s quick to push his glossa into your mouth. He whines against your lips as you gently pull away to breathe.
“Babe,” He whines. He’s very cute when he’s needy, you decide. “I need you, please.” His servos tugging gently on your clothes; insistent but not forceful. You giggle and push his servos away gently for a moment. Quickly you are stripping for him, the movie long since forgotten.
“Brainstorm, you’re so cute when you get like this,” You coo, adoring his flushed face. His wings flick happily again before his ailerons fan out in a gesture you have learned to interpret as flirty. His servos are all over you again once you lean towards him. You steal another kiss, this time shoving your tongue into his mouth. He moans enthusiastically as his servos pinch lightly at your skin.
Brainstorm gently urges you backward until you’re laying on your back, underneath him. You wrap your legs around his waist again, pressing your crotch against his. He grinds his hips into you, and you can feel the heated panel that hides his spike press against you. You moan softly as he continues to kiss you deeply and grind slowly. “Stormy please,” You beg quietly when he lets your mouth go. You grind your hips against his harder when he still keeps his panel closed.
“I thought you said I was needy,” He teases with a smug grin. You roll your eyes. He chuckles before letting his panel retract and his spike pressurize. His optics shutter for a moment as he moans mutely. His optics open again as he feels your smaller hands brush against his spike. “Go on,” he whispers encouragingly. You wrap one of your hands around his spike and slowly stroke him. He shivers, his plating rattling slightly. You move your hand a little faster, swiping transfluid from his tip down the length of his spike for an easier time. His engine purrs as his hips twitch forward. “Let me frag you,” he says, moving his servo to your wrist, stopping your hand.
“Fine,” you say with feigned exasperation. You release his spike from your grip and wiggle your hips expectantly. Brainstorm wastes no time shifting his hips and thrusting into you. Mercifully, he goes slowly, allowing you to accommodate him. He groans loudly as he bottoms out, and he starts a slow pace. “Stormy… more please.” You moan as you move your hips against his. He obliges you enthusiastically, pulling you into a more comfortable position for the both of you.
“Oh Primus babe,” he pants as he thrusts. His wings twitch erratically. You moan out his name and practically scream it when one of his servos finds your clit. His mouth crashes against yours, pouring a heated kiss into your mouth. “I’m so close, frag!” He growls as he thrusts harder.
“Brainstorm, fuck!” You howl as you feel yourself coming undone. You only last a few more moments before you feel a wave of pleasure wash over you. He continues thrusting, chasing his own pleasure.
“I’m so close, frag frag frag!” He practically wails before he overloads. You feel the rush of his transfluid filling you as you slowly come down from the high of your orgasm. Brainstorm lowers himself carefully until he is laying on you, spike still buried inside you. “I love you so slaggin’ much,” he whispers. You reach out to place your hands on his helm and pet the top gently.
“I love you too Stormy,” you murmur. You nudge his helm and he takes the hint to roll over, pulling you with him so you’re laying on your sides facing each other. You lean forward to kiss him gently and he smiles contentedly when you pull away. You fumble for the tv remote, turning it off so the room is only lit by his bio lights. “Goodnight, Pretty.” You say, watching in amusement as his wings twitch happily again. You close your eyes and curl closer against him.
Summary: You pet Brainstorm's wings before bed and he likes it
Gender neutral reader, fully sfw
He sighed contentedly, melting further into the berth. The feeling of feather-light finger tips gently brushing over his wings helping to relieve tension he hadn’t even known about. He was only dimly aware of the weight of you perched on the middle of his back, knees on either side of him. Even mass displaced, his wings were still far enough from you that it was a bit of a stretch to reach. You still continued your light petting of his wings because you felt he deserved a chance to relax. You could feel his plating shift slightly below you as he vented another relaxed noise and moved to more comfortably pillow his helm on his arms.
You could hear his systems slowing down as he neared recharge. You shimmied further up so you were nearly between his arms to reach the top edges of his wings. You pet along the top edges of his wings before slowly moving down the outer edge before smoothing your palms over the center. His wings drooped down slightly so the tips were just barely touching the berth and you could see the light from his optics dimming. The room was primarily lit by his scarlet biolights, which pulsed slowly in the channels in his wings.
Slowly running your palms over his wings to the channels of red lights you dip your fingers in and run them along the seam between the rest of his wing and the glowing metal. You see the yellow light of his optics blink out as he shuttered them fully with another content sound. At some point he’d started purring, his whole frame vibrating softly. He reminded you of a cat, purring when pet, and just as cute.
“Why’d you stop…?” He questioned in a sleepy voice, not opening his optics. His wings twitched hopefully into your touch again.
“Sorry sweets, I was just reminded of how cute you are,” You admit with a soft giggle. You press your hands against his wings and resume petting them again and he purrs louder.
“Mmph,” He mumbles in response. His wings drooping down again as his helm thunked against his arms. His purring only increased in volume as he shifted again and you resettled on his back. You slowly finished your massage of his wings and climbed off of his back and walked around his arms to his face. He slowly opened his optics the tiniest bit to look at you. “You’re ready to recharge now?” He asked, words slurring slightly.
“Yeah Stormy, I’m ready to go to sleep now. How do you feel?” You asked while he shifted to lay on his side and leave room for you to lay beside him.
“Much better now, thanks.” He murmured as he tugged you to lay flush against him. You wriggled around to be facing him in his loose embrace. You stared into his pretty yellow optics and listened to him purr for a few moments before leaning forward slightly to press a kiss against his lips. You pulled back enough to see his soft smile and dim optics again.
“You’re so pretty Stormy,” You mumbled with a smile of your own gracing your lips. “I love you.” He preened at the compliment, his free wing flicking happily as he continued to purr.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” He grinned. “And for the record, I love you too.”
If I recall correctly, IDW1 Brainstorm is written with some sort of British accent, but there's a part of me that desperately wants a version voiced by Charlie Day.
Perceptor in this scenario is of course voiced by Burn Gorman.
I fixed the design after studying multiple femmes (mostly my queen Anode) her name is Abyssal (Bessie to her friends)
I kinda wanna say she’s a hydro bot but idk if they have specific lore I don’t know about and the only one I do know is Riptide also I’ve only read mtmte so lmk if there’s more to them
Please send me any and all pictures (from the comics) of brainstorm I need them to make an edit and I’m way too lazy to go thru every issue and ss like 20000000 pictures
Help I’ve read like every short/one shot simpatico fic on ao3 I need recommendations on like any platform for more I need more of them I love them dearly (also any Whirlstorm or whirlaid fic recs would be appreciated)
I’ve noticed some things about myself and likely other people who think soundwave or most of his iterations are hot: it’s the mask/visor and voice
Yk who also has a mask/visor and similar enough voice? Darkwing in tfo
I’m begging for someone to write something about him, even just one smutty fic of him and a miner who he really likes picking on and decided one day to call her into his office(?) and basically use her
I just need one fic and if anyone writes it pls tag me
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