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Who: Brainstorm and whoever
Where: His lab, around
When: sex pollen
What: giant nerd virgin
Warnings: smut

If anyone were to pass by Brainstorm's lab, they might see a sign posted on the door in large letters and a very unwelcome looking Brainstorm emote.

GO AWAY.

Anyone who knew how friendly and outgoing Brainstorm is likely wouldn't be surprised.

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Goodness, coolant and energon set in front of him practically makes his tank rattle with sudden hunger. Evaporated coolant freely drips from his vents, and he puffs a cloud of steam from the slits in his much as Spinister loosens the rope. He's hesitant to move his arms for a moment, joints aching from the strain, but after a moment he wiggles his wrists to loosen it more.

"I thought you tied me up for that?"

That wasn't a yes or a no. He wasn't turned on by being tied up and pushed around. No not at all.

Brainstorm moves his hands, the rope still dangling from his arms as he opens up the fuel intake in his wrist and pushes in the funnel. It's not the most satisfying to take his fuel, but it is one of the quickest. Almost as soon as he starts pouring the energon in light buzz runs through his frame and his wings are allowed to droop.

[triggerhappycopter]

"I did," Spin concedes as he inspects Brainstorm's wing joints for any potential damage. "But do you want to be tied up for it still?"

Sorry Brainstorm, the guy is just not a fan of playing guessing games in this particular department. In fact, he just straight up hates guessing games and has possibly shot his teammates when they'd tried it on him.

On several occasions.

Because Misfire is apparently has a deathwish.