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glitchyalchemist · 2 years

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A fic where Brainstorm has been uh...a bad fish?

honestly this was something I wrote on a whim for @elmonstro's art (NSFW) back then and I don't think I have the brain to finish it so I just cleaned it up a bit and here it is. probably too unfinished to be posted to ao3 so uh, enjoy secret tungle content?

collection: mermaid au - not canon for that au rating: nsfw cw: D/s vibes, sadomasochism

The subtle line of the plating seam was almost impossible to detect under his digit, and if he hadn't known that this was where the mermaid's modesty panels lied he would have never found them. But even the soft touch of brushing his finger tip up and down the seam was enough to have Brainstorm shivering in his hold, leaning harder back against his chest with his arms on either side of their forms gripping for a hold from the edge of the pool.

"Is this what you wanted?" Perceptor asked in a low voice right next to the mermaid's audial. "Is this why you've been swimming into me with enough force to knock me over? Because you wanted attention?" The low timbre of his voice was enough to have Brainstorm squirming even more, his field broadcasting fluster and arousal like he had been caught for some horribly embarrassing secret.

Which it probably felt like too, because the mermaid was never one to directly ask for what he wanted, instead dropping subtle and not so subtle hints whenever he wanted something that he was too embarrassed to ask for. Getting all huffy and pouty if Perceptor wasn't immediately picking up on his hints.

"Well, you've been ignoring me..." Brainstorm argued weakly.

"I was working. I can't always play with you," Perceptor said, but he didn't sound at all like he was genuinely scolding the mermaid, and more just teasing him for being so needy. Honestly he thought that it was adorable. Even the flush on Brainstorm's cheeks now was adorable, and the way his long frame was squirming in his hold was making him look good enough to be devoured.

Perceptor made the next downward brush of his thumb over the seam harder, more demanding.

"Well, aren't you going to open your panels? I can't help you if you don't let me in."

Brainstorm made a choked little sound, but right after the panels under his fingers were transforming away and Perceptor could press two of his fingers over the thin slit of wet mesh that was already starting to feel plush from arousal. He drew them gently through the thick lubricant, spreading it all the way up to Brainstorm's little node that was pulsing under his finger tips.

"There you go. Poor thing, have you been this turned on the whole time?" Perceptor asked as he rubbed slow circles over the slick pearl, and the mermaid was leaning even heavier into him as the sudden pleasure made him tense up with little shivers.

“Hha, I was trying to tell you,” Brainstorm gasped and tried to argue, but in exchange for his sass he only earned a pinch of his anterior node that had his optics fluttering shut and mouth falling open in a moan.

“No, you were trying to frustrate me,” Perceptor corrected him firmly, and the mermaid either couldn’t or wouldn’t even try to argue with him about it. Probably because he knew it to be the truth, or because Perceptor was gently tugging on his node before it slipped from between his slick fingers, and he returned to the slow circular motions again to soothe the sting on the poor abused thing.

“You were trying to get my attention in the only way you know apparently, by pushing and pulling me. But I’ve told you before that you need to use your words because I can’t read your mind,”

“I think we need to practice that some more. How to use your words to ask for things that you want. So tell me Brainstorm, what was it that you wanted from me?”

—

Brainstorm kept squirming in his hold, his sharp little claws digging into the back of Perceptor's palm which was holding his valve lips open. While the fingers of his other hand kept pumping into the mermaid's wet valve and drawing out those sweet little whines of his with every rough movement. But he had still not gotten the answer that he wanted, because Brainstorm was avoiding the question, probably hoping that Perceptor would be distracted by his cute and needy act.

Which wasn't an entirely wrong assumption since he had gotten a bit distracted and indulging, even when this was supposed to be an educational moment.

Perceptor drew his fingers out of the plush valve with a flick that had Brainstorm flinching with a gasp, and without the rough stimuli that had him squirming the mermaid was now hesitantly melting bonelessly against his chest again while trying to catch his breath. But with the fingers of his other hand that were still holding Brainstorm’s valve open with a firm V Perceptor could feel it pulsing needily under his touch, and see fresh and thick lubricant roll out from the abused canal with every push.

"So, what was it? What was it that you wanted from me, Brainstorm?" the mech asked in a tone that had the mermaid whining pitifully. A clear sign that he was close to breaking but still being difficult and shy, not quite ready to swallow his pride and just say it. He had a habit of avoiding having to be straightforward, but fortunately for him Perceptor knew how to make little brats find their words.

"Apparently not me fucking your cute valve with my fingers until you overload on them since you're not saying anything," Perceptor teased, and just to make it a bit harder for the mermaid he drew those fingers roughly over the wet mesh until he reached his sensitive node and pinched it briefly between two digits. Messing up whatever flustered reply Brainstorm had tried to prepare as it turned into another broken moan.

"So if you don't want me in your valve, how am I supposed to help with this then, hm?" Perceptor asked mockingly, withdrawing his other hand and spreading out the V of his fingers so Brainstorm's valve was in clear display now. And the mermaid was groaning as he looked down at the lewd mess of himself with half lidded optics, his face flushed from both arousal and embarrassment, his node twitching in a sign of how this turned him on.

"Am I supposed to believe that you would overload if I just touch you over it?" Perceptor asked and softly placed his free hand over the valve again, running all four of his digits over the lubricated lips as gently as he could in a loving pet. Brainstorm was responding so beautifully, his valve moving against his fingers, his pretty mouth pulled tightly shut to try and stiffe sounds as he was shaking his helm lightly in a no now. Which still was not the verbal answer Perceptor was looking for.

"I don’t know, maybe it could work. Perhaps I just need to touch harder." Perceptor then said, his voice dropping lower just before he brought his palm up and smacked it down in a light but sharp slap right over Brainstorm's node and wet lips.

The reaction was instantaneous as Brainstorm jolted from surprise with a little yelp, but there was nothing but an explosion of arousal and fluster in his EM field as he squirmed and tightened his grip on his lover’s hand and gasped his name. So with his little test bringing successful results, Perceptor brought his hand up and smacked it over his valve again, getting a very satisfying wet sound from the impact. But not as satisfying as the loud moan he pulled out of Brainstorm who flinched in his hold before he was bowing his back, his long tail curling up under the water before them in a clear sign of pleasure.

"Oh, was that it? Were you annoying me on purpose so I wouldn’t be too gentle with you? Does it feel better when it stings a little?" Perceptor mocked him harder, letting himself get excited at the mermaid's reaction to being roughed up like this.

"Phl-please. Percy~" Brainstorm moaned, and Perceptor could feel his whole valve twitching and pulsating against his hand, incredibly wet. And he couldn’t resist the urge to dig his two middle fingers deeper between the lips as he drew his hand gently up and down through the thick lubricant.

"Please what, Brainstorm?" Perceptor asked firmly, because no matter how much he wanted it as well he wouldn’t be indulging this time until Brainstorm gave him what he asked for.

And the mermaid’s tail flicked with agitation under the water’s surface with that flustered little trilling sound he sometimes made, but from his field you could spy that his resistance was cracking from the way of his neediness and arousal. He was finally nearing that edge where instead of attitude the mermaid started to slip into his polite voice because the want overpowered whatever embarrassment he had left in him.

"Please more," Brainstorm then pleaded so cutely, his hips trying to push into Perceptor’s palm as he leaned his chassis back and arched his back, resting his helmet on his shoulder. But Perceptor wasn’t allowing the pleasure. Not yet.

"More what? I want you to say it," he pressed firmly, because he knew that Brainstorm was ready to bow. And when he did it would be delicious.

The mermaid turned his helmet so he was hiding his face in the microscope’s neck, his breathing coming in fast and hot little gasps against his neck cables. And from the tight curl of his tail and the light tremble of his hands you could see how much it took from him to fight the urge to give in. How his field displayed clearly the hesitation of letting go of his embarrassment and control, and the incredible need to allow himself to just fall into Perceptor’s hold. Until he was hanging right on the edge, letting go of the last of his reservations as he spoke in a breathy and openly needy voice.

"Please do that again. Please, Percy. Slap it. It felt so good, please."

“Good boy.”

Satisfied enough with the answer Perceptor gave him exactly that, bringing his soaked hand up before he brought it back down in a sharp slap. And even when Brainstorm was still jolting and arching his back with a broken moan, Perceptor was already slapping his valve again, and again.

The sharp little claws of the mermaid’s hand were digging into his left one with every slap, his whole long frame twitching from the sensations as his cries and moans got only louder. And his EM field ebbed and flowed between pain and pleasure that were mixing together, his white helm trashing from side to side as if trying to say no even when everything else about him said yes.

#maccadam #simpatico #brainstorm #perceptor #nsft tag #mermaid au #not canon for my au #this one is smutty #tag for my writings #please look at elmonstro's art too like what the fuck #attacking me in broad daylight

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icepopstar5105us · 4 months

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“Hey. Uh, Johnny?” Danny said awkwardly, “What does it mean when one of the older ghosts calls you their favored and why does it freak people out?”

Johnny 13 gave the halfa a bewildered look, “Dude. Didn’t you listen to Death? At all?”

“Death?” Danny scrunched his face, “What do you mean? I don’t…”

“Wait.” Johnny straightened, “You’ve talked with Death, right? She explained-?”

Danny shook his head, confused, “Was I supposed to?”

“When you first died, she’s supposed to appear. She gives a whole spiel and then transfers a bunch of information.” Johnny frowned, “She did it for Plasmius, so it’s not a halfa thing.”

“Oh.” Danny looked down, “What if… What if someone died and came back a few times very quickly? Would that… Would that cause any problems?”

Johnny stilled, horrified, “Ok. Look, do you want to talk about your death? Because I’m not asking if you don’t, but...”

“I guess…” Danny said, “So you know that my parents made the portal, right?”

“Yeah.” Johnny said.

“They’d been trying to do it for a long time. Plasmius actually worked with them for a while back when they were in college. It’s why all of their tech is similar in design.” Danny explained, “They built the thing, plugged it in, turned it on… and nothing.”

“But it works now.” Johnny frowned.

“Yeah. It does.” Danny nodded, “But remember my friends? Sam and Tucker?”

“The edgy emo and the computer geek?”

“As Sam’s friend, I am obligated to inform you that she is goth not emo… but yes, those two.” Danny smiled sadly, “My mom and dad were upset. They left the house and Jazz was working her shift at a library. The whole house was empty and I was… you know. A normal teenager home alone.”

Johnny snorted at that, “Ah yes. A completely normal teenager

“Yeah, yeah. The point is, the first thing I did after being left home alone was call my friends over.” Danny rolled his eyes, “Told them what happened and… It was Sam who suggested we go down there first — she’s always been into ghost and occult stuff — and look around. Tucker was down, because it was tech even if we didn’t think most of the tech would work. He wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to mess around with it. Jazz had given me some lectures on lab safety — my parents don’t usually follow it themselves — and I had a bad feeling so I put on the Hazmat suit.”

“That’s not a superhero costume you came up with?” Johnny asked, eyes widening.

“No, um. It’s a hazmat suit. The only way I changed my form was the insignia and even then that was Sam’s idea.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, but um….” Danny paused, “We wound up standing outside the portal. It wasn’t working or anything, but there was a big spooky metal hole in the wall. You know, the kind of thing you’d expect in sci-fi movies. Sam dared me to go in and I was nervous. That bad feeling just intensified, but again — fourteen. I wasn’t being smart about it. So… I went into it. I kept going and it was dark. I was turning back when I tripped and I flailed. Accidentally hit some button that was on the side and it turned on.”

Johnny took a sharp breath.

“And um. Did you know that the portal takes a lot of electricity to start up?” Danny joked weakly, “Took three blocks worth. Um, lots of ectoplasm, too — from both the zone and the artificial stuff my parents use.” He shuffled, “So um, turns out both those things can revive and kill people. So I just kind of — died and revived a lot until it turned on and basically spat me out into the lab.

“That’s - Kid…”

“So um, maybe since I was dying and reviving so much death didn’t have a chance to fill me in? Honestly, would have like the heads up.” Danny said sheepishly, “I didn’t even understand what had happened until ghosts started coming through the portal.”

“Seriously?”

Danny shrugged, “I mean, I kind of suspected. I was falling through floors. It was hard to ignore, but I didn’t know - My parents are good inventors, but not the best scientists and it made things hard to figure out.”

“What? You bought that whole non-sentient BS?”

“No.” Danny shook his head, “I just didn’t buy any of it — and I mean none of it. I wanted nothing to do with the whole thing. The whole town thought my parents were crazy, they were always in the lab working, and I only ever saw them briefly once or twice a day. Don’t get me wrong. They’re still my parents and I love them, but… they have two big priorities. Their work and their kids. Their work is just… a higher priority to them.”

“Oh.” Johnny cringed, “Oh. Kid…”

“So yeah. Life sucks. Death sucks… but I really need to know what to do and why Ember is freaking out over me being called ‘favored one’.”

“Uh, right.” Johnny paused, “Well, it’s like old ghost language. Um. Basically, it’s like being called a really, really close friend or adopted family. Kind of like… ‘hey, this is my person that I love and protect’. It’s platonic unless they specify otherwise.”

“Huh, okay.” Danny blinked, “That makes sense, but why would Ember freak out?”

“Well… who called you that?”

“Oh! Clockwork and Pandora call me that when I visit.”

Johnny blanched, “What?”

“And now you’re freaking out, too.”

“You’ve been just- Kid! Are you just casually talking to them?”

“Um, yeah? They said it was okay?”

“Do you know nothing about the hierarchy of the- Wait. No. You didn’t get to talk to Death. Of course you don’t-“ Johnny sighed — covering his eyes, “Okay, so do you know what the ancients are?”

“I thought that was just a saying.”

“No, it’s not-” Johnny pinched the bridge of his nose, “The Ancients are the most powerful spirits in the Zone. They’re ghosts, but they resemble ideals more than they do a person most of the time. Practically gods. The ancients are Undergrowth, Frostbite, Nocturne, Pandora, Clockwork, Vortex, and Pariah Dark. Thing is… where most ghosts plateau at a certain power level the ancients can just keep growing in power. Clockwork is one of the strongest — so strong, the Observants bound him to their will.”

“Yeah, I heard about that, but he’s really nice, you know.” Danny smiled, “And he makes really good cookies really fast.”

Johnny stared at Danny for a long moment, “Danny. Do you not hear yourself right now? He’s basically the god of time.”

“Yeah, but if he didn’t want me to visit, I wouldn’t be able to find him.” Danny shrugged, “So he told me if I can see the clocktower, I’m welcome to come in.”

“Kid…”

“Besides. I’m friends with half of those guys and they’re cool.”

“Wha- How many ancients do you know?”

“Um… All the ones you just listed? I’m friends with Frostbite, Pandora, and Clockwork. I fought Undergrowth, Vortex and Nocturne before, but Nocturne likes me now. Um, Undergrowth doesn’t like me, though. Loves Sam, though… Um, obviously I know who Pariah Dark is after the whole thing in Amity-“

Johnny stilled, “Wait a minute… Kid. I need you to answer me honestly here… Did Pariah ever mention a challenge when you fought him?”

“Well, um. I guess? He was all formal speak, though, so…”

“Kid.” Johnny said very slowly, “Did he ever issue a challenge or accept a challenge from you?”

“… Um. He did say that he accepted my challenge or something, but wasn’t that just fight-talk or…”

“I think I get it now.” Johnny sighed, facepalming, “Just… maybe don’t tell people about this and consider asking one of the ancients allies you have about what Pariah accepting your challenge means for you.”

“For me? What-“

“Just… give it some thought.” Johnny paused, “And- Well, I can talk to Ember for you, yeah?”

“Thanks.”

—

Danny curled up on a sofa as Pandora embraced him with three arms and ran her fourth hand through his hair.

“Pandora.” Danny said softly, “Some of my friends say you, Frostbite, and Clockwork are ancients.”

“They are correct.”

“I didn’t know what ancients were.”

“I noticed.” Pandora laughed a bit, “But you’re a sweet child. You helped me get my box back and did not demand my favor. Perhaps it was selfish not to tell you, but I didn’t want to distress you. You are a kind and humble soul. Is it such a surprise I wish to continue seeing you?”

“You thought I would stop if I did?” Danny asked, confused, “I mean, sure my other friends were shaken up by it, but they don’t know you. Why would I be afraid when you’re so nice?”

Pandora blinked and then smiled warmly — a little laugh pulling from her throat. Oh, the innocence of such a young spirit, “Why, indeed? I suppose I didn’t give you or myself enough credit, did I?”

Danny shrugged, “I don’t have room to judge people for being different anyway. I’m a halfa. Pretty sure that’s even rarer than being an Ancient, right?”

“I suppose that is true.” Pandora smiled, “There are only a few halfas and none are quite like you. There will only ever be one of you.”

“Does this have something to do with why I never got to meet death?” Danny asked, confused, “That’s the only thing I can find that seems all that different-“

“In a way… Yes, but there are many more differences. The main one is that you powers have grown beyond Vlad Masters and they continue to do so.” Pandora said, “You are what we call a ‘Juna Potenco’. Most realms will never have heard of such things, but us ancients do not forget and when faced with a gift like yourself… well, you’ll only see more of us with time.”

“What does that mean? Is it bad?”

“No, no. It is a gift, not a punishment.” Pandora promised, “You are an inspiring soul, favored one, and it seems the realms themselves have seen that.”

“That doesn’t sound right.” Danny pulled away and sat up as he shook his head, “I’m a halfa, but that’s what I am. It doesn’t say anything about who I am. There isn’t anything special about who I am.”

“Everyone else disagrees with that last statement.” Pandora shook her head, “But I will let you in on the secret.”

“Yeah?”

“These are not due to your half spirit nature, but something truly special.” Pandora cupped his cheek, “Danny, do you truly wish to know? As amazing as this is, I am not sure you will be ready for the truth just yet.”

“I’m - I’ve been debating what colleges to apply for, but… I don’t know if any of them will take me now with my grades. I still look fourteen — fifteen at the oldest… and I still feel fourteen.” Danny looked at Pandora with pleading eyes, “So if this would impact my future, I think I’d like to know. Before things get complicated.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Suddenly, everything froze.

Danny looked up to see Clockwork putting a medallion on Pandora while Frostbite gave him a smile.

“I presume you’re here to assist in informing him?” Pandora asked.

“Indeed.” Frostbite nodded.

“Informing me of what?” Danny asked, confused.

“When you went to face Pariah Dark, you stated your intention to fight him.” Clockwork said, “And he accepted your challenge. You fought in single combat, removed the Crown of Fire from his head, and then managed to get him into the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep.”

“Vlad-“

“Plasmius might have locked the Sarcophagus, but you have repeatedly bested him and even when he has gotten the best of you, it has not been in single combat. However, Plasmius at one point claimed your fight was a ‘fun challenge’. You agreed — officially accepting it as such. When you defeated him, he lost any fragile claim to the throne.”

“Claim to the- Wait. What are you saying?” Danny glanced between them, “What? No. No… you have to be kidding me. I’m just me. I was trying to help, not-“

“Child, your soul was always going to be tied to the zone one way or another.” Pandora said, “Mortality is already a fragile thing, but someone so surrounded by ectoplasm at a young age all while experiencing the struggles you did with your parents absence… it was inevitable that you would be a powerful ghost.”

“But, then, Great One.” Frostbite continued, “You stood fully emerged in the space between worlds and thought of protection and forgiveness — mercy. You did not even consider vengeance or desires of your own. Only the wellbeing of others. It is an act of great sacrifice and not one many can complete so fully.”

“To put it simply, Danny.” Pandora said, “You’re one of us, Juna Protenco. New and young power that will grow infinitely. Though you are far from ancient, you will be with time.”

“An ancient to be.” Danny said distantly.

“The Ancient of Protection, Space, Mercy, and Matter.” Clockwork turned into his newborn form, “The best candidate for king we’ve had in a long time. Though, perhaps I am a bit biased.”

“Does it have something to do with space-time?” Danny guessed, “Because Matter, Time, and Space…”

“Correct.” Clockwork smirked, “Matter tells spacetime how to curve, and curved spacetime tells matter how to move. I guide you and you make changes that I will use to guide you again.”

Dannu blinked, “Oh. I get it.”

“You do?” Pandora blinked.

“That’s domains for you.” Frostbite chuckled and then quickly explained when Danny gave him a confused look, “We all innately understand our domains and their meanings. My domain is progression, society, and advancement.”

“Mine is responsibility, hope, protection, and perseverance.” Pandora revealed.

“Indeed.” Clockwork transformed into the middle aged man again, “But now that you know of your future, we must prepare.” He put his hand on Danny’s shoulder, “Your coronation must happen by the time you turn eighteen. As Ghost King, you will need to learn some diplomatic skills. We will teach you while you finish your human schooling.” Clockwork promised, “You can tell your parents the truth or you can say you are simply leaving for college, but Maddie and Jack Fenton cannot move to the Zone with you. Your sister is welcome. Your friends are welcome, but unfortunately…”

“I understand.” Danny lowered his head, “I don’t think I’ll tell them just yet. Maybe I’ll leave a note or a video, but…”

Clockwork’s eyes glazed over briefly — clearly checking the timeline.

“That is a good idea.” Clockwork nodded.

“Okay.” Danny swallowed, “I can’t -”

“No.” Clockwork said, “Honored as these two would be, they have their duties and people. They cannot. I am both bound by the Observants and a little too prone to acts of selfishness. It is too much power for me. No. It must be you.”

“You’re not selfish. You helped me.” Danny tilted his head, confused.

Clockwork chuckled guiltily as Pandora made a face and Frostbite shifted awkwardly.

“There is a reason people fear me, Danny.” Clockwork seemed more amused than anything by the sudden awkwardness, “I appreciate your trust in me, but I was not so good or kind in life. I hold domain over regret and retribution as well as time. It is a position I earned after giving and getting both in equal measure. I am not a protective spirit by nature. I am one that seeks justice and sometimes revenge.”

“I don’t get it.” Danny frowned, confused.

“Soon, you will.” Clockwork said grimly, “But for now… Trust me when I say all is as it should be.”

“Okay.” Danny said, “I trust you.”

“Now, time in.” Clockwork said. When Danny tried to give him the medallion he shook his head, “No, hold onto it. I believe it goes without saying, but do not lose it.”

“I know. I won’t.” Danny promised.

“Good, now… I believe you have some friends to talk to?”

“Er, right!” Danny said and rushed off.

“He doesn’t know who you are?” Frostbite turned to Clockwork, “And you haven’t told him?”

“… He’ll learn during his studies.” Clockwork admitted begrudgingly, “And it’s best that he come to me after he processes the information than during.”

“Just remember, Kronos.” Pandora glared as she handed over her medallion, “One wrong move-“

“Yes, yes, I am very aware of your opinions of me, Keeper of Hope.” Clockwork held a hand to Frostbite, “Shall I take you back to your people?”

“Er, yes.”

“Good, then-“

“Hey! I was not finished-“

“TIME OUT!”

Pandora sighed as they disappeared, “Ugh. He is always such a petty menace. One of these days…”