Currently on the market for a car and my brother and mom were joking about my brother getting a Volkswagen Beetle and I think it's a genius idea for me! Now I need a Volkswagen Beetle! Preferably yellow with a black stripe but I'm willing to get it wrapped. Just NEED it to look like TFA Bumblebee so bad 💛🖤💛🖤
[There's no actual sex but it's meant to be like. analogous to it. Avoid this if you're the type who cringes at girls shipping themselves with cartoon villains because that is exactly what this is. Open the read more if you're into girls and robots getting creative with it when they get busy]
Boredom. Monotony. The only sound the quiet clicks of Shockwave’s claws as he typed, and the subtle hum of electricity between his antler-like antennae as Daisy reclined atop his head, lying on her back and staring at the ceiling. The ceiling which, despite how high up she already was, was still quite far out of reach.
Daisy sighed. “How long is that going to take you?” she asked irritably.
“It’s hard to say,” Shockwave replied plainly. “Perhaps another…’hour’, perhaps more. Perhaps ‘all night’, as you’d put it.”
Daisy sighed again, more exaggeratedly this time. Normally, she’d just offer to help to make the work go faster, but he’d been quite clear that this was something she didn’t yet have the knowledge for. Which meant she wouldn’t be getting his attention the way she wanted it--undivided--anytime soon.
Unless…
Daisy sat up, feeling the magnets upon the back of her jumpsuit (the ones that kept her from slipping right off and falling several stories to the floor) unstick, and looked at the antennae to either side of her. A mischievous thought crossed her mind. She crawled towards the left one on her magnet-padded knees and hands.
Once she was within an arm’s reach of it, she took her gloves off. The magnets weren’t nearly strong enough to interfere with his processor normally, but his antennae were much more sensitive, and she didn’t want to take the risk.
Slowly, she reached out with one bare hand, feeling the mild static electricity the antenna gave off. Then, she touched it, placing her palm upon the smooth metal.
Shockwave instantly paused his work. She’d gotten his attention.
Then, he slowly shook his head, like he was trying to shake off the feeling without shaking her off. “I hope that was an accident,” he said to her. “You shouldn’t do that again.”
Oh, I shouldn’t, should I? Daisy thought deviously. She touched the antenna again, and this time, teasingly ran her fingers down its length.
He shuddered and made a soft noise like a cry muffled into a groan. “I--I would strongly recommend--” Shockwave began to stammer.
Daisy smirked. She gave the antenna another gentle caress, and the shudder that went through him this time left her extremely grateful that her jumpsuit had magnets built into it.
“O-Oh--!” Shockwave cried, leaning forward onto his desk as though he’d momentarily lost his balance. At this point, Daisy figured he needed a moment to recover, so she took her hand away.
“I…” he trailed off at first, almost as though he needed to catch his breath. (“Almost”, seeing as he didn’t actually breathe) “I…am sorry, but I need to focus. I can’t work like this.”
Daisy thought about it for a little while. She didn’t actually want to bother him too much, and she definitely didn’t want to keep doing this if he wasn’t enjoying it. But…
“...Is that your only reason?” she asked him. “That it’s distracting?”
“...What are you getting at?”
“I’m asking you if you like it.”
He was quiet for much too long for the answer to have been a simple “no”. Daisy leaned forward, anticipating his response.
“...It--it was quite…,” he stammered again. “Enjoyable…but my work--”
Daisy scoffed. “Yeah, yeah, your work takes priority.” She leaned fully forward, which resulted in her lying on her stomach with her head held upside-down just reaching Shockwave’s single red optic. Putting her within his field of vision. “Look, I know you have a job to do, and your boss isn’t exactly the forgiving type. But all you do is work for him! Ever since you got back in space, back with your crew, it’s been non-stop work! Doesn’t that bother you?!”
“...” He faltered again with a question he would have been expected by his superior to simply answer “no” to. “...” The thin, vertical slit pupil that was the only indication of where he was looking--moved downward and to the side, away from her upside-down face. “I…it still has to be done.”
“So you admit it, then?” Daisy pressed. “You’d rather let me keep doing that. So why not? Forget the work for a while! Satisfy your own desires for a change.”
“...But if Mega--”
“Tell him there were technical difficulties or something! You can pick it back up later.”
“Have you lost cognitive function?!” he cried, his pupil snapping back to look her dead in the eyes. “You’re suggesting that I LIE to Lord Megatron?!”
“Yeah,” Daisy replied plainly. “I am. What’s the big deal? You’ve been lying to your ‘superiors’ for 50 years. You can tell your real boss one little white lie.”
“I…I’m not sure…”
“Okay, what if I take the fall for you, then?”
“You--you would do that?!”
“Yep. He already doesn’t respect me. And I’m technically still a research specimen. You could say I got sick or something and you needed to spend a while making sure I wasn’t gonna just die and end the whole experiment.”
“...”
“I mean, take your pick. They’re both pretty good excuses, I think.”
“...I don’t understand,” Shockwave replied. “You don’t get any pleasure out of stimulating me. Why go through so much trouble for it?”
“First of all--I am absolutely getting pleasure out of it,” Daisy said. “And second--because I care about you. And I think you should get nice things sometimes. Clearly, you don’t get them often enough.”
Another moment of silence. Then, slowly, Shockwave pulled his clawed hands away from the computer. Then, he settled himself into a sitting position. “Very well,” he said, a noticeable edge of anticipation in his voice. “Your proposal is…logical. Please proceed.”
Daisy smiled wryly. She turned and crawled back to the antenna she’d been giving some “attention” to. She reached out and pressed her palm to the smooth, mildly staticky metal once more.
Again, he shuddered and made a soft sound of pleasure. “Y-yes…,” he said, sounding surprisingly breathless for a being who didn’t need air. “Yes…like that…”
She adjusted her grip, gently rubbing her fingers against the metal in a slow, smooth motion.
“A-ah~!” He started fidgeting, moving his legs and claws involuntarily. “Yes! More…”
Daisy kept it up, slightly increasing her speed. Funny, she thought, how their species were alike in the most surprising of ways. And fortunate, too, that Shockwave had apparently never been touched like this before--she probably couldn’t have impressed a more experienced bot.
“Hahhhh…” He was starting to scratch shallow grooves into the floor with his claws.
And then he did something she hadn’t been expecting. One of his arms extended upward towards his other antenna--the one Daisy wasn’t able to give any attention to. Gingerly, with the same care that he used to handle her relatively fragile body, he began mirroring her movements with his claws.
“Mmmhh…more…keep…going…”
Daisy found herself wishing she were recording those noises of his. She hadn’t thought a robot could moan like that. She’d certainly commit them to memory at least, for…later use. Really, it left her wishing there was something he could do for her, besides giving her those sounds.
It kept up like that for a while, both of them gradually increasing their speed. Eventually, it seemed he was close to--well, whatever the robot equivalent of a climax was--and Daisy opted to do something different. She stopped caressing the antenna, and instead, leaned forward and kissed it. A surge of electricity passed through her as Shockwave threw his head back and cried out--but the electric surge wasn’t strong enough to hurt. For a moment, it felt as though she were getting a taste of what he was feeling. And it felt damn good.
At last, Daisy pulled away, and Shockwave relaxed, slumped over somewhat and the red light of his single optic sensor dimming significantly.
Daisy sat back up, smoothing down her hair, which the surge had set standing on end. She crawled back over to the edge of his head, and once more peered down into that red eye. “So--how was that?”
“I--incredible…” he replied, still shuddering slightly. “We…we must do it again…sometime…”
She smiled mischievously. “And maybe in the meantime, you can figure out how to repay me.”
He chuckled. It was a sound she wasn’t at all used to hearing from him. “And now here I am, too weary to continue my work. What am I going to do with you?”
“You could take me to bed with you,” Daisy suggested, still smiling.
"I could fix him" this. "I could fix him" that. He could fix ME! I need him right now! I need to kiss him, cuddle with him, watch cartoons together, make kandii bracelets together, and to love each other! 💛🖤💛🖤
☆ F/Os: Tfa Bumblebee, Tfrid Sideswipe, and Tfrid Jetstorm.
About this blog: This is a sideblog from my main blog, @emotionalsupportgoblin420 , where I post about my Transformers selfships. Mainly to post art and gush over my beloved giant robots.
DNI: Anti-selfshippers, haters, pedos, and drama starters.
