#brainstorm x reader

[rungssparemodelpieces]

Human: “Percy, would you love me, even if I was a worm?”

Preceptor: “A worm’s brain lacks the complexity to understand emotions such as love and though I might love you, you would be completely incapable of loving me in turn so it would be futile of me to love something can’t comprehend love or reciprocate complex emotions.”

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Human: “Brainstorm, would you love me, even if I was a worm?”

Brainstorm, working in a device that can turn human into a worm: “How about we find out?”

[revelboo]

got a bit of a silly one for you; which bots would get a kick out of hearing or making their human laugh so hard that they gigglesnort?

I think most of them would be amused, especially if the human is a bit embarrassed. A few would just go out of their way to try and make you do it again

Messing With The Human Headcanons

Trailbreaker

• Loves to make you laugh so hard you’re giggling and your eyes are leaking. Because you’re laughing with him, not at him like everyone else. Knows they whisper about him behind his back. That he’s just the “force-field guy.” Useless unless they need his skills. Overlooked a lot of the time by everyone but Hound. Like that’s all he’s good for. But you don’t care about what he can do, just like him for him. Sure you’d had a rocky start, at odds with each more than you got along. All his fault, every mistake and short-sighted decision all him. But he likes it when you laugh. Loves that smile.

Waspinator

• Leaning over your shoulder to vent against your neck and stir your hair, he huffs and his antenna perk up. Sniffing your coffee. Like he does every morning. Sighing, you hold out the cup. “Want to try some?” And those antenna immediately flatten back to make you think that he doesn’t actually like the way your coffee smells. “Try a bit,” you insist, grinning and he twists his servos together, clearly uncomfortable as you lift it to his face, watching his mandibles pull together and fidget before he reluctantly leans forward. Still find his mouth unsettling as his mandibles spread to reveal his actual mouth and those sharp denta as he obediently takes a drink. And his wings flare out, antenna flattening back. “Good, huh?”

• Not good. Dirt water. Nasty, bitter, dirt water. Whining helplessly at you as you start laughing and point at the sink. Giving him permission to spit it out and you’re wheezing, as he spits and fumbles with the controls like he’s seen you do until he can tip his head under the faucet, get a mouthful and spit again. Why would you drink that? “Waspinator doesn’t like,” he manages, shaking his head and you’re doubled over, snorting and laughing. At him. Can’t even be annoyed with you as your amusement spills through him to warm him. Likes that happy sound even if it’s at his expense.

Brainstorm

• Irritated that you’re laughing at him, instead of impressed. “Wait-is this to impress that other guy? Do you have a bro-crush on Perceptor?” When he doesn’t answer, you crack up, snorting and giggling. And okay. It’s a tiny bit cute. Even if you’re quite possibly the most obnoxious creature he’s ever met. “You do, don’t you? You just want him to notice you. Senpai, notice me!” You’re wheezing now, eyes leaking and he’s changed his mind. There’s nothing cute about you, you’re a little pit-spawned demon sent to torment him and if you breathe a word of this to Perceptor, he’ll offline and take you with him.

Swerve

• “Stop-stop, I can’t breathe,” you gasp, smacking at his servos. Almost screaming you’re laughing so hard and now your eyes are leaking. “You’re awful.” And heads are turning along the bar to stare at you both. Probably wondering if they’re the subject of your amusement. Which is fair enough because he’s been dredging up every bit of dirt on every other crew member he can think of to keep you entertained. Turns out you enjoy gossip as much as he does, but not as much as he loves your snorting laughter and giggles.

TFP Megatron

• “You really think you can make demands?” He growls, carefully hooking a servo through your glittery harness and tugging so you stumble forward a step. Expecting you to become indignant or just angry. Not to reach and carefully remove his clawed servo, patting him.

• “You honestly think I’m the one on the leash?” You say, grinning broadly up at him as he scowls. “I’m the one that’s settling here, because let’s face it. Anger issues and no impulse control even when you’re not on drugs? You’re not exactly the Nemesis’s most eligible bachelor.” There it is, optics narrowing and sharp denta bared in a sharklike grin. “Some of those Vehicons are kind of adorable,” you add, laughing at his expression. Because no matter how much you piss him off, there’s not a thing he can do about it.

• Servos slowly clenching and unclenching, he growls, but knows you’re teasing. Even if he despises your sense of humor. And the more angry he acts, the funnier you think it is until you’re cracking up at his scowl. Little brat. Knows you’ll make it up to him later and that you at least know not to dare voice such things if anyone’s around. Really, he spoils you letting you get away with your attitude. Anyone else would be torn limb from limb, but he enjoys your laughter.

[dinoformer]

I already lost

She/her, Brainstorm, Lost Light spoiler. I am still writing the requests I got, sorry is taking too long.

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As a scientist she came to admire the innovation and technological advancement the unmentionables brought and at the same time feeling certain curiosity as to what disturbed mind executed the construction of such artifacts, but as member of the Ethics committee she agrees that limits were necessary to maintain the integrity and safety of populations.

Brainstorm was a name that could the stayed on the back of her mind ever since meeting in Kimia, she worked along him and Quark sometimes during the war. She was just a friend to him at that time even though her feelings towards him started shifting. She would argue that it was his intellect what attracted her the most, but also the conversations they share on their breaks and creating weapons together in the lab.

For her loving Brainstorm was hard, even harder when he mentioned to her that he loved Quark, and his happiness was more important to her. When Quark was capture and killed Brainstorms was devastated, she was mourning him too, but she needed to be present for him. She knew he was going to shine again and push forward, is just that not in the direction she thought.

She tried to support him as much as she could but eventually with the ongoing war she was sent to a different sector, it was better for her to take some distance, now she can focus of her well-being and maybe when they see each other again she can tell him about her feeling and hopefully give it a chance to be together.

So, per Rodimus request she joined the Lost light where she met Brainstorm again. She spent a lot of her time with him just like the old times, she also befriended Swerve and Perceptor and she believed that finally everything was going to be better.

Everyone on the ship could tell that she only had eyes for Brainstorm so after   convincing from Chromia she felt ready to confess to him how she truly feels.

She asked him to meet her on a secluded area of the ship telling him that she has something important to tell him, he answered her that he also need to talk to her about a serious private mater.

Everything was going to be fine, but it was not.

‘This has to be dream’ she murmured to him in disbelief. He just confesses to her that he was planning to go back on time to save Quark, that he still loved him.

It must be dream because she was about to give up.

‘I can’t simple forget about the person I loved’ he said, ‘and If I can bring him back wouldn’t it be great?’

‘What about me?’ she feels like she lost ‘What about me? I am still here.’

She also wanted to be Happy.

It must be a dream.

Maybe Chromedome can help her wake up,  

She will shine again but not for him.

[deliriousbug]

it will be possible if i ask about babies with holoform! crew lost light and human woman?

Thank you ❤️

Sorry for the wait!

Megatron

The very concept terrifies him. It takes a lot of convincing before he lets you even try for children. He is 100% smothering during the pregnancy, and very possessive. He’s scared even to hold the infant, and it takes slow progress to prove that he won’t hurt them. The baby actually adores him, and isn't scared of him like he feared. He’s a very anxious parent and has to be reminded to release his hold on control every now and again. 

Swerve

He’s honored that you would even think about having his offspring. And boy does he put his all into the process. He nearly faints when a pregnancy test finally comes back positive. He’s nervous about being a sire —in any form— but he refuses to be anything but a present parent. And you know you’re gonna be the fun parents on the ship.

Brainstorm

It would be an experiment for the history books, truly. But he will take this as seriously as he possibly can, whilst taking the most thorough of notes (for repeat trials of course). But the second the little bundle is placed into his arms, all science poofs from his mind and all he can do is stare in amazement. 

Ratchet

He may say he’s in no shape to raise a child, be it human or Cybertronian, but excited isn’t a big enough word for how he’s feeling. And he’ll be damned if you go a moment without being medically monitored. He’ll make sure you have an extra nutritious diet and constant checkups. But his favorite thing to do is lay in bed with you, his head in your lap, ear against your belly, listening to the little one. Once born, he loves to take them to work, swaddled against his chest while he explains everything he does. 

[jellymind]

Conjunx Gifts

So, while reading MTMTE and the scene where Tailgate gets inner most Energon from Cyclonus, it got me thinking....

What if, because Energon is dangerous to humans, but the act of giving inner most Energon is seen as very romantic, the bots find a workaround.

Introducing the glow sticks!

Really it's just tubes, but man would I prefer to call it that. Anyway, the idea is simple and both the humans and bots get what they want. It's like a wedding ring for the humans and the bots get to give their love a gift. Furthering this idea, all of the tubes are hand made and designed differently to reflect the bot who gifted it.

Rodimus for example, makes his have flame etchings that are like his plating.

Drift's has old hymns in Cybertonian, and while you might not be able to read them, the meaning is still the same, because he picked ones about devotion and love.

Even wilder ones, Brainstorm, design theirs with features. Brainstorm makes his like his early warning alarm so that his human can get to safety when it gets crazy.

Tarn puts a message in his that will kill any Cybertonians that get close to the his human when activated.

Soundwave's plays music.

Just to list a few ideas.

And to add on, it's fashionable for the humans! They can be created to be worn like necklaces, or designed to be a belt, or even a ear ring. A reflection of both partners and a show of devotion and love all wrapped into a glow stick!

[megtrns]

not to sound insane but i'm bedridden at the thought of being intimate with these giant bots — no, not interfacing (although that's also great), but rather the nervous brushing of fingers against servos, the firm press of skin against metal, the bend and curve of muscle to cradle the shape of their armors. 

fort max, who came to life in the crux of war and violence, wiping a stray eyelash from the corner of your eye, servos faintly trembling as they tentatively cross the space between your bodies. unsure and afraid of hurting you, he tries not to exert too much effort, constantly reminding himself that just because his mass was displaced doesn't mean he didn't have the strength to tear mechs apart with his bare hands. his optics, garnet red under the distant starlight, soften the moment you lean your cheek against his open palm; the skin under his touch, smooth and organic and alive with a warmth he didn't know existed. 

brainstorm running his digits playfully over your face — tickling your nose, your chin, your ear — causing you to giggle against the pillows as he conducts a thorough examination for the purpose of 'science', using it as an excuse to 'stimulate your nerves' and make you smile. here, face to face with him above the mattress, with laughter embracing your bodies like a weighted blanket, you let him gently trace his servos across your lips. the scientist, drunk on studying you. 

swerve letting you throw your arms around his neck — body melting against his chest plates, nose already buried at the crook of his neck cables to express your sympathies. you were one of the few people who see through the chink in his optimistic armor, always trying to cheer him up even before he even realized he needs the comfort. and how can he not feel better already, when you were looking up at him like he hung the stars for you? 

perceptor catching himself in awe of human irises and the myriad of colors they take after. he thinks it's beyond fascinating that, for some, the eyes reflect the color of their seas, cerulean blue dissolving against white foam. and other times even the forest, their strange and halcyon woodlands dense with emerald trees that sway with the wind. but most curious of all, he thinks, is the color of the earth : darker than rust yet radiant like the sun — a shade that doesn't naturally occur on his planet, swimming like liquid gold behind your eyes.

megatron, elusive and distant, anchored by the delicate weight of your fingers above his servos. when he saw your hand sliding across your lap from under the metal table — using the distraction caused by whirl in the middle of a crowded night at swerves — to move closer to his, megatron had thought about stopping you. he thought about retracting his hand to excuse himself back to his hab-suite. but the ex-warlord is tired and worn, powerless against the sight of your affections. so he let it happen — and it was fleeting, only a brush and barely a touch. yet it went straight to his spark like a jolt of electricity. just like that, under your fragile, tiny hands, the mighty has fallen. 

[justarandomweeb]

Yandere Brainstorm and Perceptor

Tw: uuuuh suggestive-

Ngl this is a very bad drabble, I am currently running in sheer will and caffeine that I can't sleep. We fall like men no beta read.

"Sigh... Brainstorm, what contraption have you put Liaison in now?"

"Oh Percy, don't give me that tone. In fact liaison is at fault this time. You see they were attempting to escape again, luckily Skids and Red Alert caught them and restraint them before they could even reach the floor of the escape pods. Now we had a quick meeting how to... well... 'show' our dear liaison that they are safe and deeply loved by our sparks. Others suggested to give them a cuddling skin-to-plating session, small group suggested to cut off the limbs but that was quickly shut down, others suggested to put them in a state of statis, others suggested a spark bond, of course they all fought who should be sparked bonded to our darling here. Tarn ripped a limb off Overlord, Fort Max pincered bullets on Drift's and Megatron's armor plating, Rodimus went overheat and burn a lot of mechs and parts of the hall Rung, Whirl, and Powerglide being named in his group of burnt victims."

"Of course, as to be expected from them. However, Megatron and Drift? All of them are definitely getting an big lecture from Ratchet."

"I can't blame them, I too would do anything to be spark bonded with liaison. So I asked Swerve for his 'Earth' collection for research, he of course was reluctant at first, but when I told him it was for liaison. He gave me a folding data pad made from Earth, it was quite small so I had to mass shift to use its keys, Swerve told me to use it as the search engine that connects to all of the knowledge available on Earth. And I have found the perfect solution from that."

"And that solution was?"

"Overstimulation, the human kind of overstimulation. I have found that with enough stimulation to their valve or spike, they become docile and in some be in a state called 'sub-space' after a carnal satisfaction, so I quickly sent a proposal to Ultra Magnus and give it a green light, and drafted a prototype and asked donors for their spike fluids for liaison and the donors indeed delivered the set goal."

"So a three spike shaped contraption, one for each of the lower two valves and one for the intake, with spike fluids was your solution?"

"Of course its still in prototype, however, I monitored Liaison for a while now, and they indeed are getting docile and becoming in a state of sub-space. I still need to do more testing and create more 'functions' for the prototype."

"Hmm... I'll help you out then."

"Haha, I knew I can count on you Percy."

Drawing only undercut.

[scribblecon]

Could I request romantic headcanons for Whirl, First Aid, Brainstorm with gentle human reader who constantly praises them? 👉👈

Oh man this is such a cute concept 💖

SFW, fluff, GN reader

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Whirl

At first you make him kind of uncomfortable. So soft and gentle, both in appearance and personality, yet you aren’t scared of him. You remind him of what he used to be like, what could have been, and he doesn’t know how to deal with that so at first he rejects you.

Over time though, he warms up to you as your kindness and fragility slowly breaks down his walls. He becomes protective once you’re together, keeping you by his side whenever possible, either having you perched on his shoulder or tucked inside his cockpit. He still intimidates others and causes trouble, but with you around he becomes less violent. Won’t say it out loud but he doesn’t want to risk hurting you.

He likes to rest his helm on whatever surface you’re sitting or standing on while you pet and compliment him, peppering kisses along the side of his head. Play with his antenna and he is practically purring from your affections.

Sometimes he will return your affections by gently bonking his head against you, or, if your hair is long enough, using his avatar so he can braid it for you. He likes using his avatar when you’re alone together in general; he likes how he towers over you and can pick you up at will in his regular body, but using his avatar allows him to be more tactile and gentle with you.

Once the relationship hits long term and it’s clear you really aren’t going anywhere, Whirl will surprise you with a gift, left for you to find next to your bed in the morning, in the form of a watch. It’s relatively plain in design, but you can tell it took a lot of work and craftsmanship for Whirl to make for you. It can’t be easy for someone as large as he is to make something so small and delicate, especially with his claws.

When you thank him for the gift, showing him how it looks on you, he’s quiet. Staring down at you with his single optic, his expression would be unreadable to anyone else, but you can tell by the soft glow emanating from his single eye that if he could, he’d be smiling right now.

First Aid

After working under Pharma for several years, it’s nice to have someone around who appreciates First Aid and how much work he’s put into being a medic. He’s bashful at first, not used to the affection, trying to brush it off as just doing his job. But he also wants to hear you say more nice things about him.

You act as a sounding board for him. When he thinks he’s found a new breakthrough on medical research, he talks his work through with you. Knows you don’t understand all the medical jargon, but being able to voice things out loud helps. It also doesn’t hurt that you give him endless support and encouragement.

You aren’t the only one giving out praise. First Aid is going to acknowledge your own accomplishments and skills too. Not one to lay it on thick, but he’ll let you know when you’ve done a good job on something or just tried really hard and his compliments are sincere.

After a long or stressful day he likes to hold you against his chassis, running a finger up and down your back while you tell him all the reasons you love him. Some of his past actions weigh on him. The patients he couldn’t save, what happened at Delphi, Ambulon, Pharma… needs you to help keep him grounded in the present, remind him that he’s on the right track and doing enough.

Brainstorm

The first time you call him a genius in a quiet voice, he pretends he can’t hear you. Leans down to your level, servo to his audial, asking if you could repeat that for him please? Thinks it’s super cute how your face reddens and you can’t make eye contact when he’s so close to you. When you shyly look back and call him a genius again you could swear he makes a tiny squeal of delight in response. You’re just too cute!

Would love it if you stayed with him in his lab, so he can show off his creations and watch your reaction as he explains and demonstrates what they do and how they work. Your curiosity and excitement whenever he manages to make the impossible, possible warms his spark to no end.

Will carry you on his shoulder when he can, thinks it’s adorable how you react to his PDA, face flushed and buried against his neck cables when he coos over you in front of other bots. He’s an absolute menace. A handsome, affectionate menace.

In private, Brainstorm will mass displace so he can cuddle up to you properly, faceplate nuzzling against your neck to make you laugh when it starts to tickle as he gets you to list all the things you like about him between giggles. He might also sneak his digits under your top to tickle your sides if you aren’t paying attention, making you shriek in surprise as he asks you what else you think of him, besides the fact he’s a super handsome, ultra charming genius?

[tom-foolery-incorporated]

Bluetooth Connected

IDW Brainstorm x reader

Gender neutral AFAB, racially ambiguous, oral, clothes tearing, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, wireless dildo connected to Brainstorm’s spike, size difference

“Here come look!”

Brainstorm covered your eyes by placing a servo over your face. His other servo held onto your lap to keep you steady as you sat on his shoulder. The position was a little awkward but it was a bit better than Brainstorm holding you like a Panic Pete doll in his excitement.

You hummed a little cautious of what he was planning on showing you but still very curious.

Brainstorm has become somewhat infatuated with you. The little human aboard the Lost Light so much smaller than a minibot. It was a shock to everyone when he approached you one night at Swerve’s. He just rambled and talked while you listened. It was kind of endearing in a way.

He always seemed to find an excuse to pick you up, carry you around, spend time with you, or touch you in some way. It was honestly making Perceptor a bit nauseous watching his lab partner so lovey-dovey.

You returning his affection only made things worse. It seemed like little hearts were constantly floating around Brainstorm’s helm. It also didn’t help that Perceptor had found human pornographic magazines under one of Brainstorm’s project.

“It’s for research. When my partner and I reach that point in our relationship, I want to make sure I know what I’m doing!”

To Brainstorm’s credit Perceptor did find an actual human anatomy chart and a couple papers on human sexology with the dirty magazines but the magazines outnumbered the other items by a Long shot.

Perceptor would be working then feel the aroused pulse of Brainstorm’s EMP field as the teal bot was staring off into space. Primus help him.

It was no secret that Brainstorm wished to move your relationship past its current point. As lovely as your innocent kisses are, he couldn’t stop thinking about you spread wide on his spike. The sounds you’d make, how warm you’d feel around him, how tight your little body would be gripping onto his spike.

That was actually the biggest issue.

You barely came up to his knee plate and yet you were somehow expected to take his spike? It’s not that he doubts your abilities but he’d rather not have to go to Ratchet “I didn’t major in organics” of Vaporex to see if he can sew a human back together again.

“Ta-da!”

Brainstorm took his servo away from your face to show you what was basically a large dildo mounted on some smooth electronic components on Brainstorm’s personal desk in his habsuite.

You felt your body heat up in embarrassment. Why did he want to show you a sex toy?

“I know: too impressed to speak! I didn’t think it could be done, well I knew it could but I didn’t expect to finish it so fast!”

You slowly turned your head to face Brainstorm, a horrified and confused look on your face. He only stared back with excitement in his optics. You then looked back at the dildo.

It was the same teal and white as Brainstorm with a tapered tip and a thick middle that slimmed out near the base. It looked to have a sort of metal chord like texture to it.

Then it hit you.

“Is that your dick? Did you make a smaller version of your dick?”

Brainstorm’s engine revved in excitement at your realization. “Not only did I make a smaller you-sized version of my spike but it’s also wireless! You can take it and use it wherever you go.”

You squeezed your thighs together and covered your mouth with your hand. Brainstorm wasn’t the best at communication. He simply dove into his ideas and whims while holding you in his servo and it seems like him asking for sex was no different.

“Use?” You cautiously asked trying to make sense of what Brainstorm was insinuating.

“Yes! For vaginal, anal, and oral penetration or manual stimulation.” Brainstorm wiggled his optic ridge at the last part.

“Did you make me a dildo of your own dick?”

Brainstorm seemed almost offended by your description recoiling a little bit and putting a servo to his chasis. “Dildo? This is more than a primitive toy! As I said, it’s wireless so it’s connected to my interface panel without me having to modify my frame. Anything you do to it, I will feel.”

You flipped your attention away from the toy back to Brainstorm. His face plate was flushed blue with energon as his grip tightened on your lap. You could practically feel his spark thrumming in excitement.

“Could I try it?”

Brainstorm couldn’t help the delighted rev of his engine. The vibrations making their way through his frame and to your core. “I made it with just that in mind.”

He slid his mask off, sitting it down on the desk away from the toy before moving to kiss at your face. You guided Brainstorm so his top derma was pressed against your lips. The pliable metal surface all too familiar under your mouth. Your tongue peeking out from behind your lips to lick at his derma.

“Frag I need you so bad,” Brainstorm groaned against your mouth. He swiftly grabbed you off his shoulder before scooping up the toy from his desk and flopping on his berth with you on his chasis.

You squeaked at the sudden change in position earning an appreciative chuckle from Brainstorm. “Make more of those sounds,” he teased guiding you back to his intake.

You reached out your arms to hold his cheeks in your much smaller hands. Your lips rubbing across his dermas teasingly before finally giving in and pulling him into a passionate kiss.

His servos rested on your hips where he begun guiding you to grind your clothed pussy against his chasis. “Primus I can’t wait to feel that val-vagina,” Brainstorm corrected himself trying to use human terminology to talk about your body. You only choked out a laugh against his dermas at his verbiage.

Brainstorm pulled you away from his intake with his pride clearly bruised at your giggle.

“Is that not what your human valve is called?”

“It is but that’s like the clinical term,” you said rubbing his face plate tenderly. Brainstorm seemed to relax a little but was still a bit upset that he had gotten the phrasing wrong.

“You don’t have to try to use human terms, baby,” you said peppering kisses across his face plate. “It’s fine to call my pussy a valve.”

Brainstorm groaned having you cover him in such innocent affection while speaking about your own genitalia so casually. He’d remembered seeing nude models spreading their legs, bent over, and getting fucked in all sorts of positions within his ‘research’ magazines. Every time he imagined they were you spread out and gaping from taking a spike too big for your hole. All wet and leaking from cumming only to have your pussy plugged again by either his digits or his spike.

“I need you to get these off before I tear them off,” Brainstorm rumbled while pulling at your clothes. You considered for a minute the idea of Brainstorm tearing your clothes to shreds. While tempting you did not have an extra pair in his habsuite and Brainstorm would be all too eager to show off just exactly what he did to you.

You pulled your shirt up over your head as Brainstorm’s gentle digits ran over the skin of your chest down to your stomach. He pinched at the fat on your hips making you squeal and slap your hands down onto his chasis with your shirt still on your arms.

“You’re so soft,” Brainstorm only continued fondling your hips. “You did that on purpose,” you groaned tossing your shirt at Brainstorm’s faceplate.

Brainstorm only gave you a shit eating grin as he tossed your shirt aside. “No but I can’t say that your reaction wasn’t appreciated.” You huffed grabbing onto his servos with your hands as he fondled up and down your sides simply appreciating the flesh there.

“Don’t look at me with that face,” Brainstorm scolded tightening his grip on your hips. “I have half the mind to tear you apart on my real spike when you look at me like that.”

You couldn’t help the airy moan that came out of your mouth when you tried to speak. Brainstorm started to guide your hips to grind against his chasis. “Is that really all I have to do to make you moan?” Brainstorm teased. “Just say some dirty words and suddenly you’re leaking through your little human coverings?”

You hold onto Brainstorm’s servos as you moved your hips with the rhythm he set. “Perceptor told me he found your porn magazines,” you shot back with a mischievous smile.

Brainstorm’s servos stilled forcing your hips to stop. His optics were wide, he face flushed blue, and his lips parted like he was going to say something. For once you caught him off guard.

“Do you have a little human fetish?” You continued to tease while unbuttoning your pants. “You look so cute right now, Stormy. I wish I could take a picture of your face.”

Brainstorm’s expression changed from one of pure embarrassment to anger. He grabbed the waist of your pants pulling the fabric down your legs so fast you fell backwards. There was a slight tearing sound as he tossed your pants to the side. His servos grabbed your thighs making you spread your legs and reveal the wet spot that was growing in your underwear.

“Shut up,” Brainstorm growled as he dragged you closer to his faceplate. “Perceptor has no reason to speak to you.” His massive glossa ran over your clothed cunt. You moaned arching your hips up to his intake. “You’re mine,” Brainstorm posited his statement with another slow lick to your underwear.

You reached your hand out to hold onto one of Brainstorm’s digits as he began eating you out through your wet underwear. His dermas moved softly around your pelvis as his glossa sloppily licked at whatever he could find. “Doesn’t-fuck!,” you moaned out when Brainstorm began sucking on your pelvis area. “Doesn’t change the fact that you were jerking it to human porn on the job.” You couldn’t help but laugh at Brainstorm’s furious optics when they moved to look at your face. “Did you have this in mind when we first met?” You humped against his intake earning a pleased growl from the mech. His vocals vibrated through your entire body making you gasp out his name.

“Fuck! I’m sorry for making you wait so long! Should’ve fucked me right on the table,” you turned your head moaning and panting at Brainstorm’s treatment of your cunt.

Brainstorm moved away from your pussy grabbing the waistband of your underwear between his teeth and tearing them off your body. You had half the mind to scold him for tearing not only your pants but now your underwear but instead you were interrupted by a hot lick to your bare cunt.

“I should have,” Brainstorm agreed mulling over the taste of your pussy. “I should have spread out your little human valve right in the middle of Swerve’s. Humans stretch, if you can push another human out of this hole-“ Brainstorm rubbed his index against your pulsing hole before pushing the tip in making you arch your back and hiss in both pain and pleasure. “You could have taken my spike.”

“You would have ripped me apart!” You moan out while moving your hips against his digit.

Brainstorm looked all too pleased at you as he reached for the miniature version if his own spike. “I really would have,” he grinned. You heard a hiss like a release of air. You tilted your head back only to gawk in awe if the massive appendage before you.

His spike identical to the small version he was holding was leaking pink transfluid. Your mouth watered at the thought of licking him clean.

“Brainstorm, baby,” you said in an airy voice. “Please let me suck you. Fuck your dick looks so good!”

A shudder ran through Brainstorm that made his spike twitch. He released his grip on your legs allowing you to crawl over his chasis and to his spike. It was probably the length of your leg or just a little shorter. You couldn’t imagine trying to take him to the base but your hole pulsed at the idea anyway. Brainstorm watched appreciatively as you stood on your hands and knees just marveling at his spike. Your bare ass and pussy presented to him like a present.

“Go ahead, sweet spark,” Brainstorm moaned as he measured the smaller version of his spike against your cunt. “It’s all yours.”

You practically pounced on his spike your hands rubbing over the biolights as they pulsed the same blue light as his eyes. Your tongue traced up his shaft to his leaky head in worship. Brainstorm gasped out curling his hips forward into your eager touch. Your tongue slurped up as much of his transfluid as you could. Brainstorm nearly dropped the miniature version of his spike at the feeling of your soft mouth working his spike. It was everything he’d ever dreamed of. Those fantasies and restless recharge cycles spent thinking about your cute lips wrapped around him, your soft pussy leaking in front of him, everything was finally coming together.

Your hips wiggled so cutely in front of him he couldn’t help but press the tip of the miniature spike to your hole.

You gasped pushing your hips back at the feeling.

Brainstorm whined being able to feel both your leaky cunt and your hands at the same time. “Is it too much, baby?” You murmured with your lips trailing his spike. Brainstorm moaned out your name as he pushed the tip of the toy inside of you.

“Keep-“ Brainstorm felt his body glitch in pleasure. “Keep sucking.” He was panting at the simultaneous feeling of your pussy wrapped around him via the miniature of his spike and your lips on his actual member.

You obeyed Brainstorm’s plea kissing and sucking on the tip of his cock while slowly moving your hips against his miniature. “You taste so good, Stormy,” you moaned while licking the transfluid off your lips. Brainstorm’s servo grabbed the back of your head pushing you back down onto his spike. You squeaked out a surprised noise as your mouth engulfed the head of his spike once more.

He slipped more of the miniature into you his intake open and drooling at the feeling of both your pussy and mouth on him. Your tongue licking and teasing his slit while the wet walls of your cunt gripped him.

You squeezed your eyes shut feeling your hole being spread open over the thickest part of the miniature. You whined around his spike trying to push your hips back against the toy. It was then with a wet pop that you were able to take Brainstorm’s miniature spike to the base.

You felt stretched beyond belief. Your hole having never taken something so big. You sloppily licked around Brainstorm’s spike feeling drunk off of his spike. You needed more of him, you wanted more of him. Your hips rose and fell over the toy as Brainstorm held it to keep it steady. You were so soft, so wet. He couldn’t believe the feeling if your soft little human valve wrapped around him while you licked and worshiped his spike.

His eyes followed your pussy as his miniature slid in and out of your greedy hole with every rise and fall of your hips. The wet slapping of your drooling cunt against the metal of the toy was enough to have Brainstorm shivering and humping your mouth with his actual spike.

You moaned, hearts practically in your eyes, letting Brainstorm take from your mouth what he wanted.

“You’re so good,” there was a slight glitch in Brainstorm’s vocalizers. “I don’t think I’d be able to stop. I’m going to keep your valve stretched out like this all the time.” You shivered grinding your hips at the base of the toy. You released your mouth from Brainstorm’s spike with a wet pop as you wrapped your arms around the metal appendage. His humped against your torso while you bounced on the toy. The stimulation was proving too much and Brainstorm couldn’t hold back the cry of your name as he covered you in his transfluids.

Your face and torso were flooded with the glowing pink substance. You stood still in shock not expecting there to be so much cum. You looked over your shoulder at your panting lover. His optics half lidded and his intake open. His vents rushed air in and out trying to cool him down and the sight of your face covered in his release didn’t help.

He could still feel your pussy wrapped around him. Fluttering walls making him whine in overstimulation.

You smirked at his noise as you brought your hips up only to slam them back down. Brainstorm let out an almost pained moan but did nothing to stop you.

“Feel good?” You teased leaning forward so Brainstorm could get a better view of your sloppy cunt slobbering all over the miniature of his spike. Brainstorm nodded and for once was without words.

You eagerly bounced on his toy taking whatever you wanted from him. His optic ridges pulled together as he winced. It was starting to hurt having you fuck him after his overload but the feeling of your walls so wet and tight around him was too wonderful to stop.

“Mmmm,” you moaned arching your back. “I cant wait to use this again. I might keep it in me all day.”

Brainstorm swore under his breath his servos grabbing your hips to guide you up and down the toy. “You’d look so cute trying not to cum in front of everyone,” you teased. “No one would have any idea that your little human was using you like a toy.”

Brainstorm’s grip was bruising. You shivered knowing you’d have the imprints of his servos on your hips for days to come. Your hand wandered down to your clit rubbing the tight bundle in circles. The room was filled with the sounds of panting, gasping, and the wet plapping of your pussy as you fucked yourself on Brainstorm’s miniature.

“Fuck!” You cried tears coming to your eyes. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum all over your spike!”

You screamed Brainstorm’s name as a rush of fluids exited your body. Your squirt dripped down Brainstorm’s teal plating as you rode out your high. Your words were a jumbled mess of praise and Brainstorm’s name. He felt his spark flutter in pure bliss seeing his lover covered in his transfluid riding out their high on top of him.

“So good,” You muttered before feeling your knees go weak. Brainstorm’s servos kept you steady and balanced as he slipped you off the toy. A string of your slick arousal still connected your pulsing cunt to the miniature. He slowly rested your body against his helm as he carefully set the miniature aside.

You panted letting your body rest against his helm with your legs draped over his chasis. Your pussy still throbbing from your orgasm.

“I love you,” Brainstorm panted while stroking up your body with one of his servos. You turned your head pressing kisses to the side of his face plate. “Do you think you could make one of those but it’s my pussy instead?”

You had to hold on tight to Brainstorm’s faceplate as he jolted up in the berth. His eyes wide in excitement and realization. “I bet I could!” Brainstorm exclaimed his mind already running wild with ideas. You giggled holding onto his helm already excited for what he had planned.

[signedaiko]

Hi! Could I uhhhhh,,,, request some MTMTE continuity about a gender neutral human liaison aboard the LL who struggles with social anxiety and has low self esteem, who's been isolating in their habsuite for quite a while because they convinced themselves that the bots aren't really interested in them (or straight up ignoring them). What bots (it's up to you to chose!! :D) would try to get them out of their shell and show them that they are actually well liked on board, and are actually worried about them since they haven't seen them in a while? (Also could it be possible for that request to be platonic?) Thanks a lot!!!

Brainstorm | Fort Max | Siren [MTMTE]

In which you've been isolating yourself, and they try to get you back out there.

Reader is: Gender Neutral | Human | Autobot. Platonic.

Brainstorm

What could this self-centred narcissist possibly notice about anyone else?

Turns out, he could notice the lack of their compliments, especially yours

You used to stop by at least once a day to ask him about his projects and tell him how cool they were, and he's really starting to miss that kick, even just three days without it

I mean, his schedule is slam-packed with... things... to go

But he SUPPOSES a little trip to the humans room couldn't hurt; he could work a bit of overtime today

You're not getting it sweet with him; oh no, Brainstorm is literally grabbing your whole mattress with you on it and taking you to the lab

Even if you protest and try to hide in the blankets, everyone can tell who's there

"Are they okay?' "Oh no, will they be okay?' 'Whoa, Brainstorm! Is that where the human went?'

Parading you back to his lab, you are forced to soak in every concern the others have before he plops you right back down on his desk

When you finally peek out, he's waiting for you, holding his newest invention

"Well, aren't you going to ask what I've been up to?"

Fort Max

It wasn't like him to worry too much about the others on board

But he had heard your name whispered by others, mostly in the form of concern and wonder as to where you'd gone

Something about it tugged at him, because he also missed having you check on him

It was about time he returned the favour, so even when you don't let him in, he squeezes himself into your too-small-for-him-too-big-for-you room to poke you out of bed

"Come on, human, you can't just lay there forever."

He's pulling all the lines you used on him back on you, urging you to stop whining and crawl out of the nest of blankets you'd been rotting in for a week

It's hard for him to get personal about it, but he can be strict

"You have ten minutes to get ready, or I'm taking you outside in whatever you're wearing."

Not really wanting your print pyjamas and stained graphic tee to be your reintroduction, you comply

He won't force the issue on anybody, but he will make sure to make it very obvious he's holding you so you receive every greeting possible

"Alright, Max, point taken."

Siren

It wasn't like you to avoid Swerve's so many nights in a row

And while he doesn't remember the last time the two of you spoke, probably because he was talking over you, he misses your company

He's just trying to coax you out of your room with kind words

Doesn't realize you only leave because he's literally yelling and everyone's staring

Earplugs in and noise-cancelling headphones on, you're ready to be in a room with him for even a moment

Siren uses as much of an inside voice as he can manage to ask what's up, and for once, he actually listens more than he talks

No one liking you? No way! You're the coolest! You're a whole other species worth of cool!

Encourages you to clean up and picks out an outfit for you to wear while you shower

Yes, it matches his paint job

Once you feel presentable, you're off; he's racing down halls in his alt, trying to get you to cling to him and jump you outta your shell

When you're at Swerve's, his announcement of your return is hard to miss

Everyone cheers and takes turns coming up to see you again, and Siren never leaves your side

If you feel your social battery run out, he's ready to get you home safely

Author's Note - I actually chose the bots I felt were the funniest/unlikely to try because thats the joy of life, you can do as you like in life!

I also love Siren

[thegrinningghost]

My Oh My Mentality : Transformers Comfort Headcanons

Prompt: headcanons for how different Cybertronians would help someone with a different mental illness/in an emotional state

Characters: Bumblebee, Wheeljack, Evac (Transformers Ride), Brainstorm, Starscream, Soundwave (+Shockwave Cameo)

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Bumblebee

Selective Mutism : an anxiety disorder in which a person who is otherwise capable of speech becomes unable to speak when exposed to specific situations, specific places, or to specific people, one or multiple of which serve as triggers. This is caused by the freeze response

Having lost his voice before, let’s just say the Bee knows how it feels to want to talk but being unable to

He’s just glad that you can talk most of the time

Whenever you get stressed out, he picks you up and walks out with you on his shoulder

Usually you guys head out of the city, whether he’s driving you out of there or walking out

Music is his go-to to calm himself down, but he won’t blast it around you

His playlist has become yours with some edits

Once you guys are out of most bots’ reaches, he sets you down lets you be

You’ll talk when you’re ready

And when you do, he’ll make sure to enthusiastically listen and congratulate you

That takes some serious strength!

Of course, until then, you can do whatever you want

Want more music? On it.

Want to adventure somewhere or simply move around? Cool!

Want to just have someone to hug or something to touch? He’s ready for you.

Bee just really wants to care for you and make sure that no matter what, you know he’ll be there to listen

In the few times where Decepticons have found you two, he immediately fights them off

With you far away somewhere safe, of course

If an Autobot finds you guys, he usually lets them be, but if they try to talk to you, he’ll beep them off

Out of all the bots, he really adores humans, and will do anything to care for you all

And if this is one of those ways to show his support?

Well, he’ll give all the love he can

Wheeljack

Learning Disability : a disability that affects the acquisition of knowledge or skills, in particular any of various neurodevelopmental conditions affecting the learning and use of specific academic skills such as reading, writing, or mathematics

He’s heard that noise before

That frustrated, about to breakdown or destroy something sort-of-noise

But unlike Ratchet, there’s not much you can exactly destroy in a place built for giant, alien robots

But that doesn’t mean you can’t have a breakdown

Obviously he’ll ask what’s wrong, but when you tell him, he’s going to be awfully confused

What do you mean you don’t understand?

Out of all the humans he’s interacted with, they’ve all been able to understand in at least some way shape or form, even if it wasn’t easy or not something they enjoy

But you’re different

And curse this curious, bastardly robot, but he’ll drop any important thing he’s doing to learn more

Trying to save another bot’s life? Not as important as learning about humans

Whether you have Dyspraxia, Dyslexia, Dysgraphia or Dyscalculia, he’s going to try to help you

After listening, of course

He’ll probably just end up doing whatever you’re trying to do for you, but that’s only so you can get to sleep

Staying up all night, he’s making gadgets for you to try in the morning

Very much proud father whenever you make some step towards progress (dad two reference???)

Albeit, he is a bit disappointed when nothing he makes helps, and while he knows he can’t do much to help, he still really tries to

When you start beating yourself up for being different and “stupid” or “illiterate,” he’ll shut you down

Wheeljack has lived long enough to see how that can affect a bot’s processing of themself and others

For humans, he doesn’t want to know how worse it might be

When you try to dismiss him, his anger immediately flares

He hides whatever you’re working on somewhere you won’t be able to reach it (probably somewhere high)

Then he tells the bots to take you somewhere

Bee will take you to the beach

Optimus will take you for a drive

Ratchet will let you continue working, but monitor you to stop those thoughts or help you relax when you start stressing out (don’t tell Wheeljack)

If no one is able to take you somewhere, he’ll take you out for a drive to wherever you feel like

And he’ll just let you rant

He figures you need it, and if you let him, he’ll give his input, too

While he doesn’t exactly get your struggles, he’s incredibly willing to learn

And hey, curiosity hasn’t killed this cat! (yet)

Evac

Social Anxiety : an intense, persistent fear of being watched and judged by others

Being tasked with evacuating the All Spark isn’t an easy job

And while Evac has gotten used to feeling the constant judgment of everyone around him, it still bothers him

When he found out you experienced something similar, it was a joyous surprise

Even better when he finds out it has a name

You two are incredibly socially anxious, and while you have your suspisions on which bots also were, it’s clear that years of war have made it the least possible threatening thing to them

Evac, however, has not faced centuries of war

Neither have you

So you’re in it together

After every mission Evac goes on, he always comes to find you

The Autobots stress him out, so before they can find him to congratulate him, he comes to you to practice talking and manage his breathing

When you get stressed out, you find him

Like I said, you’re in it together

You two memorize what causes the other anxiety attacks so you can better help and comfort them when they’re going through it

You guys even prepare things to help!

Blankets, hugs, fidget toys, etc.[

You each have your favorite haptics

The dynamic you two share is best described as a symbiotic relationship

You help each other in the best ways you can, and honestly

I don’t imagine either of you would have it any other way

Brainstorm

Nervous / Mental Breakdown : a state of severe emotional and mental distress that significantly impairs a person's daily functioning

As a constant overthinker, he gets it

Sometimes you just can’t stop thinking

And while the reaction for him is his systems overheating, your reaction is much more different

Truly, seeing a tiny creature usually full of energy, spunk, and many ideas suddenly get so overwhelmed is weird

You start shaking, maybe crying or holding your head

Throwaway comments are made about wishing to be back in the era where you would’ve been given a autopsy

Brainstorm doesn’t know what that is, but he really doesn’t like the sound of it

When you try to stand to go for somewhere to lay down or curl up and cry, he picks you up

Leaving is not an option

He’ll carry you to the lab (or a desk if you’re already there)

You’ll get all set up with blankets, stuffed animals and ways to communicate with him that don’t force you into being verbal

If you need something else, he’ll get you it, but otherwise he’ll just let you talk or sit in silence while he works

Sometimes other bots walk in

Perceptor usually offers a sort of gentle pat to you

Starscream and his trine immediately leave

Sometimes they come back with random items – like cats coming back with dead crickets, mice or gophers, though that isn’t usually what they bring

Megatron rarely walks in, but on the rare occasion he does, Brainstorm throws something at him

Not really with bad intentions, but more so just to make you laugh

He figures a distraction will help, and bonus points if it’s funny

Though being hit by some random, possibly toxic or mutilated object has made Megatron steer clear

Overall, Brainstorm will always try to help a fellow overthinker

It’s the least he can do while you spend your time on a ship full of giant killer robots

Starscream

PTSD : a mental health condition that's caused by an extremely stressful or terrifying event; post traumatic stress disorder

Let’s be honest here, he’s not fond of you

In fact, he may never be!

… but this may very well have pushed him closer to empathy towards you than he wanted or suspected

Starscream knows PTSD like the back of his hand

So when you start getting flashbacks, he starts shoving people out of the room

Doesn’t matter if it’s Megatron’s throne room, the lab, or the hallway, it won’t be anymore

Once everyone is out and away, and he’s sure none of them are listening in or spying on him, he’s right down next to you

He won’t be too confident at first, as he’s never done this before, but soon enough, he’ll get that fixed

Afterall, how can you believe a king someone when they aren’t confident in what they’re saying?

After reminding you that it’s all just a flashback, he moves to try to ground you

Well, he doesn’t move at all, but he does quietly guide you towards something you can hold, touch, or hug

Which, sometimes, ends up being him

He seems to hate it, but he gets over it eventually

Star will make sure to audibly vent in the hopes that you’ll follow with your own breathing, no matter how shaky

It isn’t all the time, but after so many times of it happening, he’ll warm up to you enough to crack jokes

They’re really bad, but if it gets a sob-mixed laugh from you, that’s something!

You two will be sitting for a while, and it’ll be pretty nice

Though, he does scold you when you’re feeling better

It’s mostly to retain his status as a fearsome Decepticon, though he also really means it

You scared him when you started going through that

Like I said, when he starts getting more comfortable around you, he’ll open up about his PTSD, too

This causes you guys to plan flights and other activities

Sometimes you convince him to invite the other members of the High Guard so you all can talk, but most of the time you guys go by yourselves

Really, it doesn’t matter what happens afterwards

What matters, is that you have managed to get the scheming, power-hungry Starscream to begin to open up and be kind again

Soundwave

Sensory Overload / Overstimulation : a state where the brain is overwhelmed by excessive sensory input from one or more of the five senses: sight, hearing, touch, taste, and smell

You wouldn’t expect he’d be the best at this sort of thing, considering he processes lots of information on a constant basis

But he does understand

Sort of

Downloading so much data can drain him far too much

Once he passed out while Starscream and his trine were reporting to Megatron

It was a whole deal he doesn’t want to recount

But the point is that he gets how you feel

Nobody on the ship is exactly observant, him and Shockwave especially

They aren’t oblivious though, and no matter who realizes first, they’ll take immediate action

Most of the time it’s Soundwave who leads you out of the room

Taking you to one of their berth rooms, he’ll lower the lights upon entering

He’ll usually launch Ravage and Laserbeak to stay with you as they can have some pretty funky textures

You’ll be left alone until him or Shockwave is done with work, but until then, they’ll send anyone who comes to bother them to you

Mostly just to check in on you and bring you something

Just because they are violent, doesn’t mean they aren’t understanding

In fact, the Decepticons are a large community of very understanding and empathetic individuals, it’s just that years of war has made that side darker and torn

Light hasn’t reached that flower in far too long

Eventually, whoever is done with work first will come sit in the same room with you, and the other will join later

If you need to cry or hug them, they’ll allow it

Sometimes they walk in to find Laserbeak and Ravage cuddled close to you and you fast asleep

No matter the cause or the outcome, you can put faith in them for giving you a place to get away from the world when it becomes too much

Your care will never be too much for them

[fanged-fanfics]

If it's okay, could I request headcanons for Brainstorm and Chromedome from transformers MTMTE with GN artist human reader, who constantly draws and praises them?? :D

☆ Paper and Pencil for Your Optics — Chromedome and Brainstorm x Artist!Reader ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Hey, hey! What's that? Working on something, huh? Can I see? Come on!"

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Brainstorm doesn't know what you're doing at first, but he thinks you're planning something, and he wants in! Until he finally gets shown the pages and realizes that you're just doodling him a bunch

��ᡣ𐭩 He's honestly flattered, more than he can say. You're one of the very few people who genuinely admire his accomplishments, and now he's the subject of your art? He hides how flustered he is by asking if you want him to pose for you sometime

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Every time he finishes up something he runs to show you. You're basically his consultant on everything, mostly because he knows you'll almost always like whatever he's made and he just loves hearing your compliments

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Hm? You've been looking at me a lot, is there something wrong?... What's that you're working on?"

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Chromedome usually doesn't ask about what you're doing, assuming it must be important and wanting to respect that. But he gets curious why you often look at him so much. He's surprised to see you're actually filling page upon page with his image

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He spends quite a while just listening to you describe them, how you use him for inspiration, and what features you love to draw the most. He's so embarrassed at all the attention that he's almost speechless, he's just in awe of your dedication

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He loves taking you along with him everywhere he goes. There are so many beautiful sights to see, and he wants to explore them with you. It's also because your kind words are the perfect energy booster, keeping him motivated when he needs a pick-me-up

[revelboo]

Please, please, please, may I have another snack of Sunder? I beg!

Snack time!

For the bots anyway. 18+ scenarios. Mass displaced mechs 🌶️

Knockout and Breakdown, Sunder, Brainstorm, Krok, and Swerve snippets

Sunder

• “Just a kiss. One kiss, little love.” Not on his life. Watching the hungry way his head turns to track you as you straddle his thighs and walk your fingertips up his plating to make his hips lift and nearly dump you off the berth. Venting dramatically, he wiggles against his chain. “I wouldn’t bite. Not you.” Definitely lying and you play with the seams at the inside of his thighs while you wait him out. Because he’d absolutely bite if you were dumb enough to try to get anywhere near those nasty denta. “You’re so cruel to me.” There’s a wicked glint in his optics, though.

• Giving in as you just stare at him, he frees his spike and tucks his chin to watch you wrap a hand around him and lean forward to slide the flat of your tongue against him before you’re shifting to rock yourself against him. Teasing him. Torturing him as he growls hungrily. Because you never actually take him in that wet mouth, only taunt him with it. That’s going to be the first thing he does when he gets free. Wants you on your knees, mouth wrapped around his spike. Might even do that before he feeds. Optics hungrily watching you reach to grip him and guide him to you, he growls. And as soon as you sink down on his spike, he rolls his hips, moving as much as his chains will allow and hearing them jangle as you ride him. Too distracted with the feel of his spike stretching you to bother keeping him out and he eagerly dives into your mind, tearing into your memories and feeding as you take his spike.

Krok

• Back hitting the wall, you hear the click of Krok’s mask retracting then his mouth is on yours, demanding and almost overwhelming. One big hand cupping the side of your face, servos flexing slightly and then his glossa is sliding against the seam of your lips, delving inside. His urgency letting you know the mission didn’t go as planned. Because normally he makes love like rain falling over you, soft and unhurried. He’s upset right now, his touch almost bruising as his other hand pushes at the hem of your pants. Needing inside you. And you don’t hesitate, shimmying out of your clothes.

• Gripping your hips, he lifts you up higher and you hook your legs around him. Making him struggle to free his spike and line up with you. Can feel you laugh when you break away from his mouth and he chases after you. Finding your wet heat and driving up. Riding into you in urgent thrusts as he pins you more firmly against the wall. Reassuring himself that everything’s okay after the fear and anxiety of a mission gone sideways. Needing you to ground him, calm him as he frags you like his life depends on it. You moan and he claims your mouth again, hips snapping against yours. Everything right.

Knockout and Breakdown

• “Not so rough. You’ll break the human,” Knockout says, servos tunneling into your hair where you’re sprawled on top of him, his spike trapped against your soft belly as you rub against him with every rough thrust from Breakdown. The other con snarling as he ruts against you, spike stroking deep to coax those little noises from you. Feels your lips brush his chin as Breakdown stares down at him, fragging you. Breakdown’s servos interlacing with those of his free hand as his thrusts become more urgent and you squirm where you’re trapped between them.

• Whimpering as Knockout uses a servo to tip your face up and his mouth slides against yours, Breakdown’s denta find your shoulder and bite down, the little lick of pain tipping you over the edge. Hear Breakdown groan, thrusts faltering before he’s burying himself deep, releasing inside you. And Knockout’s mouth slides lazily against yours when Breakdown slips free, hooking an arm around you and Knockout both and rolling so you’re still trapped between them as they lay on their sides facing each other over the top of your head. It had taken some getting used to both of them and their dynamic. You throw your head back against Breakdown when Knockout guides your leg up over his hip and then he’s driving his spike inside you.

• Driving his own hips against you to rock his still semi-hard spike against soft skin, Breakdown drapes a possessive arm over you and Knockout to rest on your leg as Knockout moves inside you. Loves watching Knockout frag, the way he loses himself in it and the wet sound of you taking his spike. Hadn’t wanted anything to do with you at first, but you’d convinced him on your knees and Knockout enjoys playing with you. Their little toy.

Brainstorm

• “Not yet, not until I say you can,” he groans, thrusts faltering somewhat, spike pulsing inside you as you try to buck against him. Teasing himself just as much as you as his servos tighten on your hips to keep you still. Venting against sweat-slick skin where he’s kneeling behind you feeling you clench on his spike. “Ask nicely,” he growls, pulling nearly all the way out just to slowly drive deep again. And you swear at him, at his ego. Startling a laugh from him, because it’s not ego if he’s right.

• “Please,” you hears yourself saying, managing to avoid adding that he’s being an egotistical jerk right now. And he begins to move against you, thrusting deep as he pulls you back to meet every drive of his hips. Feeling that thick spike stretching you as he begins to move faster until he’s losing his composure and control. Growling as he claims you as his.

Swerve

• “Don’t stop, please for the love of Primus, don’t stop,” he groans, servos tightening on your hips like he thinks you’re going to bail if he doesn’t keep a grip on you. Straddling him, you brace your palms on his chassis and ride his spike. Eyes hooded as he babbles and growls, hips lifting and rocking under you. Nearly knocking you off balance more than once. And he’s as needy as the very first time every time, lips parted watching you like he can’t believe you’re real.

• Watches you toss your head back, making those little noises as you bounce on him, taking his spike deep. Claiming him as yours. Sliding a hand up your soft side, he waits for those eyes to open and find him. Holding his stare as he rolls his hips to make you gasp. “Swerve,” you moan, his name a plea and a protest. Tempting him to lift his hips, encouraging you to move faster because he’s so close.

[tinydefector]

Hi, since the requests are open, could you write brainstorm x human or perceptor x human SFW/NSFW at your discretion. I just read your book "Human's effects" and I really liked the way you wrote brainstorm. Have a nice day.

Human effects 11 - Brainstorm

So I'll be doing more of these with characters, and if I have another part asked for Brainstorm on this series, it will be a smut piece.

Brainstorm x Human reader

Warnings: light lust mention

Word count: 2.7k

Masterlist

Brainstorm masterlist

Human effects masterlist

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Brainstorm's optics focus on the data pad in his servos, a hum resonates from him along with a small chirp as he filters through the multiple different subjects he had been doing research on. His processor aches from the amount of engex he had consumed the cycle before while at swerves.  The seeker haphazardly pays attention as he walks down the hallway of the corridors of the ship toward the lab, his optics flicker when they lock on the one of  liaisons, very specifically the Ambassador that he along with many others from the night before hand had been ‘fantasises’ about. 

 

 He had so many questions he wanted to ask them in person about human biology but in honesty didn't know where to start, they were an organic species, bipedal mammals who in many aspects were very similar to Cybertronians. His optics linger on them, taking in their frame type, tone and all up rather visual appeal. He could understand why humans were so sought after on the black market, they were soft and rather plus from what he could observe. 

" heya stormy" they call out with a smile as they make their way over to him. Brainstorm jolts from his musings, systems heating with embarrassment at being caught distracted by his thoughts, his engine lets out a hitched whine as fans whirl. But their smile seems warm, non-judgmental, and he relaxes fractionally, they didn't have the ability to read his processor, he was fine he rationalised to himself. 

"Ah, greetings, Ambassador!” He attempts to mask the fluster that was creeping across his plating, wings twitching lightly. "Lovely sol to find you up and about, I wasn't expecting to see you down in the labs this Cycle." He pauses with a. Raised optic rid wondering why they were down their way, they normally didn't make it a habit to visit the scientist. 

“ picking up some equipment Nautica got for my team, she's been helping a lot with our long range transmitter and also with us getting supplies on Ultra Magnus' request” they hum while carrying a small crate. 

His field radiates enthusiasm, if they were down here at that moment perhaps they had some time to spare him for his own pursuit in knowledge.  "Might I beg for a moment of your time? As Cybertron's chief scientist, I was hoping to inquire about Human biology if you had the time. our records only have some much information on your people and i believe a lot of it is rather outdated, if you'd feel comfortable sharing it could offer insights aiding our alliance." He asked, it was worth a shot and if they Were to busy he could always ask one of the other humans.  

They give Brainstorm another sweet smile as they begin walking beside him towards his destination, they hike their crate of equipment highter as to keep grip on it. "Sure I'm happy to answer questions, it's not like I have much going on at the moment, last I heard Megatron and Mags have Rodimus doing my paperwork as punishment for trying to take Rikko Asteroid surfing.” they laugh as the words fall from their lips. Remembering the look on the speedster face when he had more reports dropped on him. 

“ but if we are gonna play twenty questions you better make it fun!" They tease in a singy song voice. Brainstorm's optical ridges curiously curiously beneath his faceplate at the human's playful jest. He lets out his own amused chuckle at the idea of Rodimus suffering even more paperwork, he didn't envy the Captain and even less so the aching processor he was most likely nursing after the drinks from the late cycle. 

"Scientific inquiry as a game, eh? Now there's an intriguing proposition!" His wings fluttered, promptly intrigued with the idea. Data collection through entertaining exchange sounded rather fun compared to the normal exchange he had with Perceptor. A mischievous lilt crept into his tone as he slowly matched their pace walking together his optics flicker down to them taking in just how small they were compared to him. They just met his knee plating joints. humansWeren't nearly as small as a lot of Cybertronians were lead to believe. He remembered the first time ever seeing them he was quite taken back over their size originally expecting them to fit into the pal of his servo. But seeing them in real life had made him realise a lot of what he believed or old records were rather incorrect over humans, and their biology. 

 "Very well. First question: what gives you energy - nutrient paste, energon, the taste of victory?" His visor gleamed roguishly the last question was more a tease but he found it amusing to watch their reaction. The liaison lets out a hearty laugh at the first question. " hahahah oh by the stars, you really don't get alot of human Visitors do you?. So most of what humans as a whole eat is a mix of meat, fruit and vegetables. We need a mixed diet due to being an omnivorous species, but it varies person to person" they explain, giving his leg a gentle nudge with their elbow. 

Brainstorm cycled his optics,parsing this new data on their nutritional requirements with keen interest, it also gave him more information to jot down later.but he is utterly fascinating that a species derived sustenance from multiple organic compounds rather than a single standardised fuel source. "Meat, fruits and vegetation, you say? Truly extraordinary." He made a note to research Earth's ecological climate zones and harvest periods, he was rather interested in seeing what earth produced, Earth had become one of the largest suppliers of energon when cybertron was being rebuilt as it was a common occurring element on earth, it became the main trade source between the two planets.

"What about cybertronians? Do you guys only consume Energon or do you have other things, i know earth supplies quite a lot of energon to cybertron but do you guys only consume it ?" As they returned the query, he waved a languid hand. "Energon in its various forms comprises the bulk of a Cybertronian's fuel intake, though rarely do we consume it in its raw state. Refining introduces necessary additive alloys and minerals to suit an individual's frametype and occupation. Medics also develop specialised fuel mixes for patients. But we do consume other elements, oils, metals and crystals are other necessary for different platingsor frame types " His wings fluttered in delight talking about the different compounds of energon and how it was used. He was no chemist but did enjoy dabbling in creating different flavoured energon.

 "Recreational enjoyment of other sustenance is not unheard of, however. Certain sensory-inducing additives have been experimented with at social gatherings, such as High grade, energex are a subcategory of energon which has a different effect on a processor compared to casual energon, med grade and such" he hums while explaining the different types of fuel, from the causal to the luxurious. 

“Ah so similar to Alcohol for humans, that's quite amusing actually and explains why Rodimus tends to look like he's hung over” they chuckles again remembering how dead on his feet he looked that morning when they had met for a meeting with the command.

“Oh I wasn't aware humans also had similar, but yes energex and high grade have a rather intoxicating effect and lossens intakes while in group gatherings.” He replies. As they make their way into the laboratory. Perceptor is off in the distance and shoots them both a look as Brainstorm slowly lifts them up onto the bench. Before continuing their conversation. 

“ you mentioned something about chemists, what do cybertronian chemists do?” The Ambassador asks while they place their crate down and begin engaging in conversation once again. Brainstorm felt Preceptor's optics tracking the pair curiously as he began another explanation. “Chemists tend to have a range of different fields, the easiest way for me to explain would be to say that Swerve is a Chemist” His optics shimmer in delight as they trade back Information with the human sitting on the bench. 

“I thought Swerve was a bartender?” They reply with a tilted head, their brows pinch in an almost adorable expression to Brainstorm. He has to keep his engine from making a whine at the adorable look. His EM field dances with interest for them. 

“Indeed, chemists work with making, distilling energon and other substances. So in one way Swerve is a chemist but so is Ratchet but they make very different products” He explains. 

“That's so cool, almost like being a human chemist, baker and bartender in one” they hum as they take in the new information they were learning. His optics linger on their hands for a moment before he decides to change the subject of fuel sources. 

"With your permission, I find human epidermal structures utterly absorbing," he began. "The intricate pigmentation patterns, tactile sensitivity... might I?" A single digit hovered millimetres above a forearm, awaiting the liaison's consent before even the faintest contact. It takes them a moment to register the terms from Brainstorm but once they realised he was asking to examine their arm. “Oh sure just wait a second” reply before rolling their sleeves up, hold their arm out to Brainstorm to look at. It catches Preceptor's attention as he raises an unamused optic at how brasin Brainstorm was being.

 "Also heads up you don't need to treat me like glass, humans are pretty resilient so you're not gonna hurt me by touching me unless you're actually trying" they inform. "My thanks for the clarification, as I explained earlier, a lot of our records on Humans is rather outdated, however I'd rather not cause you harm" he responded gently, servos dancing over their arm gently as he takes in the man different markings, patterns and colours that mark their skin. It's highly fascinating to him and he found another reason he believed humans were sought after. It wasn't a subject of cybertronian history he liked but he was interested in learning why humans were so sought after. Soft, pliable, small and would have mostly been very docile. It sent a rattle up his spinal struts as he tries to push the thought a side. 

A single digit traced the patterns of tactile receptors watching the way the little bumps spread across their skin in a visual response to his touch. "Fascinating... your epidermal sensory network far surpasses initial database entries. I've never seen such colours either its stunning" His field pulsed appreciative curiosity as he traced the lines and marking that look like they are hidden under the Ambassador's skin, it makes him wonder how far the marking go but decided it would be pushing it to try and see more, but he knows he will be fantasising about tracing the markings. 

From the corner, Perceptor cleared his vocalizer. "Yes, human biological studies hold fascinating merit. Brainstorm, do refrain from unnecessary experimentation." The other bots voice calls out as he shoots Brainstorm, another disapproving look. 

Brainstorm dips his helm respectfully as he pulls away lwtting the Liason pull their sleeve back down. "No disrespect intended, Perceptor. Merely exploratory observation. Scientific progress warrants cross-cultural exchange plus we need to also rework our old records on human functions, biology and culture." His visor brightened, dispite Preceptor's tone Brainstorm was thrilled with the new knowledge he had gathered just from this meeting.

"Oh don't worry Percy. I doubt Stormy brought me here to experiment on, plus he's curious. I can't say I'm not also curious about you guys either, Earth doesnt have alot of information on Cybertronians outside of the small stuff we had from when you guys were stuck on earth. So i'm happy trading information because we are both interested in learning about each other's people. " They shoot back at the other scientist. Preceptor's optic ridges pinched ever so slightly at the human's familiar tone, though he made no further protest. If they felt at ease with Brainstorm's studies, who was he to force caution upon willing participants? "See that your... observations proceed responsibly," he calls out, it's aimed at Brainstorm but the seeker does not fret too much. 

The two continue chatting between each other trading information with small jokes between them every now and then. The liaison kicks their legs back and forth on the table. It gives Brainstorm the opportunity to truly look at them and appreciate how soft they are, a lustful thought crossing his mind and EM field pulsing lightly which makes Perceptor snap his helm to look at them again. Perceptor narrowed his optics warily at Brainstorm. :. Brainstorm a word.: the other scientist states through comms which makes the seeker go ridged, wings flickering in discomfort. 

Clearing his vocalizer loudly, Perceptor took a deliberate step forward. "Perhaps we will catch you another Cycle Ambassador, Brainstorm and I have much work to attend to, and we wouldn't wish to keep you any longer" he interjected coolly. For his part, Brainstorm cycled a ventilation and reined in his field, hed just had Perceptor call him out on it and the embarrassment was showing with each flutter of his wings. 

The Liaison gives the two scientists a wave once they are set back on the ground. "Well I'll catch you both another time, I'm going to go talk with Swerve about energon, you have me rather intrigued to learn more " They call out lifting their crate back up while heading to the door. Once they had left the Lab it had Brainstorm shifted warily under the weight of Preceptor's dissecting gaze. 

"The human liaison has graciously undertaken representing their kind aboard an unknown vessel to foster cooperation between species. Jeopardising such an auspicious start through any misguided impulse would severely damage relations." 

Pausing his tasks, Perceptor affixed Brainstorm with a searching stare, optics bright with both caution and care for his foolish yet brilliant colleague. "I need not remind you of one of your talents, the fragility of organic creatures compared to our frames.”

Brainstorm shuffled awkwardly beneath the Preceptor's scrutinising gaze. His usually nimble processors faltered grasping a suitably cogent response, field radiating discomfort through scrambled modulations. How to explain such rash intrigues ebbing his usually steady rationale? "Ah...you raise entirely fair points, as always, Perceptor," he demurred, fidgeting with a gripper. "To be perfectly forthright - and at the risk of sounding like a sparkling with his first crush - there's simply something innately captivating about these diminutive humans! Their resilience, ingenuity, curiosity..." His plating flustered with static. 

"And I'll admit, it's not just my scholarly interest piqued. Even the most stoic among us seem charmed by our new small friends." He cycled stabilising ventilation. Wings fluttering weakly, Brainstorm inclined his helm. "Brainstorm pleas for the love of whatever deity you believe be it primus or else Do Not Frag the Ambassador!, they are one of our heads, they work closely with our captains and if you mess Slag up it will be your helm" Perceptor groans out as he pinches his nasal ridge.

Brainstorm's plating flared hotly at Preceptor's emphatic directive. "I - of course not, you must think me a complete naïve sparkling!" he sputtered, waving his gripper defensively. "Mere scholarly observation was my intent, nothing untoward, I assure you, yes I'm intrigued by Humanity and the liaison is rather charming I'm interested in the scientific study of humanity, to rewrite the small knowledge we have on them!"  

Venting sulkily, he leaned against the bench servos tapping into the metal. "Though I'll note, my interests seem far from singular. Last night's engex-fueled discussions had a few of us a little too invested in compatibility. All I'm saying is curiosity seems widespread! So while your cautions are well-founded..." His plating flustered again helplessly, wings fluttering as they would when he was interested in something. 

 "Brainstorm we are not doing this" Perceptor states as he turns away from his fellow scientists. "Wait just a klik, Percy - don't think I fail to spot tangled undercurrents in that rigid plating of yours," he pushed, emboldened by this newfound insight. Cycling closer, his field pulsed a teasing nudge against his colleague's. "For all your lofty speeches cautioning restraint... could it be you harbour doubts following your own advice?" He teases only to get a nasty glare from the other mech. but decides it's better to just ignore Brainstorm at that point. “you know Swerve has bets on you, says your a dark horse waiting for a chance to sweet the Ambassador off their Pedes” Brainstorm states trying to get a reaction out of Perceptor. It gets a wrench thrown at him. 

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[michaela-o]

Okay okay this has been sitting in my brain for longer time and here's what it is😭

So i just got into reading the (lost light?) Transformers MTMTE and i can't with how the Cybertronians are so cold towards each other and everything is so awkward between them sometimes since yeah again, they have been through very long war and they just don't even walk around the concept of what parenting is (as far as i know) 😭

Just imagine their reaction towards older humans caring for their younger humans. My nieces came over for the weekend and ofc they're small so they have to be hand-fed, washed and helped with almost everything and what makes my heart melt is the way they always ask their mom: "Mommy can Nana feed us please?" It's just- AAAAA-

So just imagine Cybertronians like Brainstorm or Tailgate seeing baby humans being fed by their parents for the first time. Like they would be super confused-

Tailgate: "Why don't they consume their..erm..'food' by themeselves?"

Reader feeding their niece: "They're too small and young Tailgate they need to be hand-fed."

Tailgate: "..."

Tailgate: "But you do it by yourself."

Reader: "Cause i'm not 2 years old?" *chuckles*

Tailagte: "..oh.."

Tailgate: "And that means they have to be hand-fed? How long until they will be able to eat by themeselves? Were you ever hand-fed too??"

Reader's thoughts with the most tired look in their eyes: "Here we go again."

I love imagining how it would be and feel to teach Cybertronians real gentleness. Also they would be so confused aaaaah it's so adorable😭❤️

[rungssparemodelpieces]

Perceptor, Brainstorm, and human walking into meeting

Brainstorm: “Sorry about the tardiness, we were doing experiments.”

Human, looking all razzled up and smirking: “I’m experiments.”