#crosshairs transformers

[saritamanyalu]

random drawing that i did while class

Drift, Crosshairs (c) Hasbro

[fandomsniper]

omg?!!!?? what the fuck 😭😭😭😭 what kind of rizz this is lmao

[drunkenmantis]

Doodle requests

[startheskelaton]

If Sparkplug existed in the Bayformers movies (Say she gets introduced in between 3 and 4), how’d you think she’d change things?

Ngl, it’d be funny as hell if the Decipticons and Autobots teamed up to defeat Fraser and the military industrial complex (like the secret plot of the fourth movie is US black ops teams eliminating any transformer so America has a monopoly on their tech), or at the very least her trying to do Couples Therapy between her Dad’s New Body (is that her dad? Her Uncle? Her half-brother? What the FUCK is galvatton to her)

Besides her canonical list of friends, I think she’d like (or hate) Hound. He’s designed off of a 45 year old retired Marine, smokes a cigar and loves the smell of Napalm in the Morning. It entirely depends how she views violence to non-Transformers

I image shed first be in the group of hatchlings that Megatron was feeding in “revenge of the fallen” I think it’s that movie.

I like to think she’d make friends with the female leads and be they’re equivalent to bumblebee. Her original purpose being shaped by Mikaela’s kindness to her and with her help, forming a better relationship with Optimus.

I think she’d actually shine the most in Age of Extinction. She and Optimus would be a narrative parallel to Cade and his own daughter. Seeing that Optimus is also a father trying his hardest to make a world that’s safe for his daughter would create a stronger bond between the two.

[idontknowanyonesblog]

How I think the bayverse bots would react after having an argument/ disagreement with there s/o

This one includes Drift, Crosshairs, Bumblebee, Hound, Hot Rod and Optimus

Cade calls reader kid a few times but he literally calls everyone younger then him kid so don’t worry😭

Drift:

Drift was stressed. He felt like Optimus was relying on him more and more ever since the TRF came after the autobots. Meditating was something Drift did to calm himself down so that’s what he went to do. He sat on the far side of the junkyard trying to clear his thoughts before you came over to him to tell him something before he interrupted you and went off. You just looked up at him bewildered that he would blow up at you for no reason at all. You scoffed at him before speaking in a hurt tone “well if you wanna be alone then we can arrange that!”. It literally took him like 10 seconds to realize that he shouldn’t have done that but you had already walked away. You decided to give him the silent treatment for a few days. It was hard for him to watch you walk right past him and not even look his direction. Once he finally decided enough was enough he cornered you and gave you a genuine apology. “I’m so sorry my precious flower I didn’t mean to yell at you, I wasn’t thinking clearly but that still isn’t an excuse.” He said to you as he kneeled down and bowed his head in shame. How could you not forgive him? Especially as his bright blue optics were full of guilt. He looked like a kicked puppy. “It’s okay Drift, I understand. You just were really stressed out.” You said reassuringly to him to make sure he didn’t feel TO bad. He still felt super guilty and took you out on a drive through a really nice country area and told you how much he loves you and loves being with you.

Crosshairs:

We all know Crosshairs can be a rude jerk (once in a while tho) so it’s no surprise you two finally had an argument. He just being snapping, rude, irritated for no reason and just overall an asshole that day. “What’s your problem Cross? You’ve been so…bitchy to me all day! If I did something wrong just tell me!” You said in an annoyed voice, finally having enough of this. Your words just seemed to piss him off more. He looked at you and went off about how you never leave him alone and how everyone is always on his ass etc. You huffed and walked away not wanting to deal with him anymore. It had been a few hours and he still didn’t come looking for you which actually kinda hurt. You assumed he just didn’t care or felt no remorse but that quickly changed when Cade came over to you. “Listen kid, you needa go make things right with your hissy fit boyfriend over there cus apparently you two got in a fight and now he won’t talk to anyone!” Cade said slightly out of breath from running across the junkyard. You were shocked. Not only because of what Cade told you but because Crosshairs literally never told anyone anything so it was a bit of a surprise he told Cade you guys had an argument. You sighed and went to look for him and when you finally found him he was facing away from everyone with his arms crossed like a child that had just been sent to time out. It was actually kinda funny but this wasn’t the time to laugh. “Crosshairs…I’m sorry that I said you were acting bitchy. I-I didn’t mean to say it like that, I just wanted to find out why you were so rude to me today…” You said in a soft voice as you stepped closer to him. “No, it’s fine. I’m the one who should be apologizing, I didn’t mean to yell at you love.” He sighed and turned to look at you. You smiled at him and walked up to him. He picked you up and placed you on his shoulder and proceeded to tell you how much he loved you for the next 10 minutes.

Bumblebee:

Arguments with Bee were extremely rare like EXTREMELY rare, but that doesn’t mean they don’t happen from time to time. It was late when the two of you got back to the junkyard and to say you were pretty pissed was an understatement. He was being reckless and dangerous with you so you scolded him (and yelled in a very angry manner at him) until your throat was sore. He made a sad little wiring sound and slumped forward, clearly ashamed of himself. You left without saying a word. You woke up the next morning to the sound of something tapping on your window. You groaned and got up to open the curtains and when you did you saw Bee kneeled down and tapping at your window. You sighed and went outside so you could see him fully. You put your hands on your hips as he looked down at you with his light baby blue optics. “Bee listen, I-“ before you could finish he cut you off with a static sound. A few moments later the lyrics to careless whisper started to play out of his radio.

“So I'm never gonna dance again the way I danced with you~

Never without your love~

Tonight the music seems so loud

I wish that we could lose this crowd~”

A small laugh escaped your lips and you let out a little smile at him. You rolled your eyes playfully at him. “Okay okay, I forgive you Bee!” You chuckled lightly. “Good-I love you” his radio buzzed out between crackles. Just as you were about to go back inside his radio buzzed once more. “Love me, love me, say that you love me~” The cardigans, nice band choice. You turned to look at him with a large smile. “I love you very much Bee.” He made a happy little clicking and wiring sound as he bent down to you. You placed a hand on the side of his muzzle and gave him a small kiss before going back inside.

Hound:

Hound was know for being reckless and making poor decisions and this was another one of those poor decisions. The day started off fine until Cade said he needed him to come with him to check out a demolished town about a two or so hours from the junkyard. You heard Cade say something about “traces of energon” and you automatically knew this wasn’t going to end up well. Hound and Cade left the Junkyard for over 6 hours which you made you worry. A twisted sick feeling in your stomach as you prayed that they would come back unharmed, and well they did come back, they didn’t come back unharmed. Cade explained how the TRF found them and how they had to get out of there. Cade was scratched and bruised everywhere and Hound looked worse than you’ve ever seen. After patching up Cade and fixing Hound they got the scolding of a lifetime. Cade went inside his trailer while you decided to walk away from Hound and settle this more in the morning. The next day you went to go find him and went off about

how reckless he was being. “I just don’t understand why you have to always put yourself in these situations! I-i was worried sick a-and I thought you weren’t going to come back!” You said in distress. Hound looked extremely guilty and regretful. He knew how much you worried for him. “I’m sorry Y/n, I really am! I didn’t think twice about it but at least we got out alive. Damn fleshy no good back stabbing humans…” He muttered the last part. You sighed and looked up at him. “It’s fine Hound, I was just really worried. Just please try not to be as careless next time.” You said softly to him. He met your gaze and nodded. “I won’t, I promise. I love you Y/n.” He said. “Love you to Hound.” you said with a light smile.

Hot Rod:

This takes place at Sir Edmontons castle when Bumblebee and Cade arrive so like reader lives at the castle with Sir Edmonton.

Hot Rod was acting strange around you. Giving you short replies to your questions and barely speaking to you ever since Cade and Bumblebee arrived at the castle. It upset you that suddenly he just stopped talking to you but there was only so much you could do. You decided to take a walk through the gardens to clear your head and on the way you found Bumblebee. The two of you chatted a little bit until you saw Hot Rod in the distance and waved to him. He waved back and looked like he was about to come over until he noticed Bumblebee standing next to you and turned away. So that’s the problem. He was mad about you and Bumblebee spending time together. Bumblebee made a small wiring sound and shrugged as he looked down at you with a confused expression. “It’s nothing personal Bee, I’ll go talk to him…” you sighed and went in the direction where Hot Rod was going. Once you caught up to him you realized you were walking near the edge of the cliff that met the ocean. The sunset casting a beautiful orange glow onto the castle grounds. “Hot Rod, what’s wrong? You aren’t speaking to me lately.” You asked him softly as you walked next to him. “There is nothing wrong Amour.” He said a bit irritated. “Don’t lie to me, I saw the way you looked at Bumblebee. And it’s no coincidence that as soon as he shows up you stop talking to me so please just tell me what I did wrong!” You pleaded in a hurt voice. Hot Rod sighed before coming to a stop and kneeling down in front of you. “I’m sorry chérie, I just feel like as soon as Bumblebee came you stopped speaking with me as much and I got jealous so I stopped talking to you.” He admitted in a remorseful tone. You could see the guilt on his face as he refused to make eye contact with you. You felt just as bad, it was never your intention to ignore him, you were just curious when you got to meet another autobot for once. You placed a hand on the side of his face gently. “Hot Rod, I’m so so so sorry. I didn’t mean for it to seem like I was uninterested in you, I was just curious about finally meeting another autobot. I would never try and replace you my love.” You said to him with a soft expression. “ I you didn’t mean anything by it Y/n, it was irresponsible of me to act like I did. I love you more than anything.” He said as he placed his hands around your waist and lifted you up. “I love you to Hot Rod.” You giggled before kissing him gently.

Optimus Prime:

Because Optimus wasn’t really in the last knight that much until the end of the movie I’m just gonna stick with the junkyard for this one sorry guys🙏

Optimus was tired. He was tired, stressed, sore and exhausted from everything. For months he had been protecting the autobots, you and Cade. He had been protecting his friends. His family. You noticed how tired Optimus was and you barely ever saw him anymore. You wished he could catch a break but he always overworked himself. One night he looked rougher than usual and that’s when you finally spoke up. “Optimus, you need to rest. You’ve been working your ass off day and night to keep everyone safe and happy but you don’t take the time to make sure you’re safe and happy.” You said as you paced around in front of him. His deep gravely voice braking you out of your trance. “I’m not a child Y/n, I know what I need and I do not need to rest.” His comment made you clench your fists. You were simply trying to look out for him and he gives you some snappy little comeback. You knew it wasn’t his fault, he was exhausted and obviously frustrated with everything going on. A sigh left your lips as you muttered a small goodnight to him before walking away to get some rest yourself but all night you couldn’t stop wishing that he was at rest to. Optimus watched as you walked away, a feeling of guilt ate away at his spark. You were trying to do what was best for him and he pushed you away. After talking a bit with Cade about the little argument he decided to finally get some rest and deal with it in the morning. Once morning finally came Optimus spotted you walking to the auto shop in the middle of the junkyard. You heard his loud thunderous footsteps and looked over at him, your expression a bit gloomy from what happened yesterday. He kneeled down to you and looked you deep in your eyes. “I’m so sorry for talking to you like that the other night my sweetspark, I didn’t mean to snap and you were right, I do need to rest.” He said in a deep tired voice. He looked so guilty but only sincere with his apology to you that it made your heart flutter. You smiled softly at him before speaking. “It’s okay Optimus, I’m just glad you’re starting to realize what’s best for you.” He nodded and gave you another apologetic look before standing up again. “I must go out with Cade, he needs me for something but I will be back shortly. I love you Y/n.” Optimus said before transforming into his truck mode. “Love you to Optimus and be safe.” You said back to him as he drove off towards Cade. You couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend.

OK THATS IT BYE❤️

[randofics]

Being able to reach where the bots can't

The men on base couldn't pull something out of Optimus's engine block. It was deep inside, wedged in the cables and framework. Without thinking, you offered to try removing it. They stepped aside, and you slipped underneath Optimus's bumper. The men watched incredulously as your body disappeared inside the engine space. You wriggled between the frame and the giant engine with a small light clenched in your teeth.

Your body pressed into the warm metal around you as you searched. When you spotted the offending piece of debris. You ever so gently twisted and coaxed it out of where it had been wedged. You felt him shake around you when it popped free. Dropping it to the concrete below with a clang, you wriggled your way out. Your clothes and hands had stripes of smudged grease and other remnants of vehicle fluids all over.

You popped your back after you slid out from under him and patted his hood. "Good to go, Optimus."

He'd never admit it, but having you pressed against the inside of his engine space felt... well, it made him feel things, to say the least. He thanked you, of course. It was the gentlemanly thing to do, but the thoughts running through his processor would've made him blush if he were able to.

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Crosshairs could feel that something was off as he moved. Almost like when humans get a stitch or muscle cramp. You noticed him moving to try and free whatever may be stuck or out of place. "Hey, Cross you, alright?" He looked up as he was feeling under his chest panels. "Something feels off, but I can't tell what or where it is."

"Can you transform? Maybe I can find it." He did as asked, transforming. "Where can you feel it in this form?"

"My engine space as far as I can tell." He pops his hood, and with a small flashlight, you look over parts of his engine block that are visible but can't see anything out of place. You lean over the side, looking between the frame and block. Something blue catches your eye, and you bend over, slipping your hand into the small gap. You feel Something wet and remove your arm to look at your fingers. Drops of blue enerjon color your skin and you hiss. "Looks like something cut one of your cables. Not all the way through, but you are leaking some enerjon. I can help stop the bleeding with some electrical tape if you want?"

"Please do. It can take a while for cables to seal on their own." You grabbed the electrical tape and practically climbed into his engine to reach the cable deep inside. Your chest and face were pressed into his engine so you could reach. As gently as you could, you wrapped up the leaking cable. Pushing up into a sitting position on your knees, you breathed a sigh of relief. "Just come get me when it feels like it's sealed up."

You closed his hood and walked back to do whatever you'd been doing beforehand. He watched your hips sway as you left. The feeling of your hands on his cables and block lingered long after you left, and he couldn't help the shiver that ran down his back strut.

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Bumblebee could've sworn he felt something in his undercarriage as he was driving with you to run an errand. When he ran over a bump, it stuck him like a thorn. He spoke his concerns over the radio, and you offered to take a look when you got back to base.

Later, you had him drive up onto a pair of car ramps. With his undercarriage exposed, you slid underneath him to search for anything that could be problematic. Nothing in his front half stuck out to you, so you slid further back, and almost at his rear axel, you spotted something shiny and out of place. It was lodged in the crack around his gas tank. "Bee, I found it! I'll try to pull it free, but you can't move, ok?" A beep and wirr was all you got in response, so you took it as an ok.

Lightly, you touch the underside of his tank, and he shakes at the contact. Your other hand grips the edge of the metal object and gives it a light tug. It shifts a bit but doesn't pop free. With more force, you tug and wiggle the piece, and it pops free. Bee jumps an inch but stays on the ramps, and you slide out from under him. A deep male voice from an old show speaks over his radio. "Thank you, love, you're a life saver!"

You give him a pat on the hood and examine the metal in your hand. "Looks like a piece of tin roofing. Good thing it didn't cut any cables or your tires."

The feeling of your hands on his undercarriage stayed for a while after you left. He wondered what it would be like to have you wash him by hand rather than going through the wash station at the base.

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Ratchet lost an important piece of the machine he was working on in a crack just small enough that his didgets couldn't slip through. He would've had Arcee help him, but she was still out on patrol. He looked over to you, sleeping on the couch. You were the only human on base at the moment, and he really needed that piece. Reluctantly, he walked over to the raised platform and called your name a few times.

You stirred and turned over to sleepily look at him. "Mmh, I'm up. What is it?" You stretch and yawn while still laying down. "I apologize for waking you, but I need your assistance with something." Standing you rub your eyes to clear them. He takes you in his servos and places you on the floor before the gap in the wall. Looking up at him questioningly, he finally tells you what's going on.

With him shining a light into the gap, you slip through all the way till your wide hips stop you from going further. The piece is thankfully within reach, and you just have to angle yourself to grab it. Your rear stuck out in full view, and he tried looking away, but his gaze kept slipping back to you as you reached for the object.

When you stood up holding the object in hand, he picked you up and placed you on the platform again. He thanked you but couldn't look you in the eye. You smiled up at him, none the wiser of the thoughts running through his processor.

[lemonomelette]

Day 2

[earthsparkwriting]

HOW I MET YOUR SPARK

Drift (Transformer) x F! Reader (Human)

Word Count: 6.3K (yayy)

Warnings: +18!, SMUT, kinda rough sex, kind of 'friends with benefits', Drift has late ejaculation problems, lots of teasing, kinda edgy Drift, dirty talk, vaginal sex, awkward Drift, fluff, sweet

Author's Note: English isn't my first language.

You and Drift were something else.

He used to be hostile and aggressive against people, but after spending so much time with them, his attitude altered. You all spent your time in the junkyard until Optimus Prime returned. He had disappeared to find his creators, which was a big if. You and Drift spent a lot of time together, resulting in connecting with one another.

Before leaving Earth, Optimus Prime ordered Drift to keep watch over you; thus, he had to follow his "sensei''s" instructions regardless of his personal feelings for you. He didn't take the order well. When Optimus gave him instructions about protecting you, you could still see the look of frustration on his face. You had, after all, repeatedly 'betrayed your own people' to rescue Optimus and helped them.

But your friendship with him was a little unusual. Despite your best efforts to cause trouble and irritate him, you gradually changed your attitude and became more playful around him, genuinely lighthearted.

You can still clearly recall the first time you teased him. When you asked Drift, “Why do you sit like that all the time, Drift?,” he seemed taken aback. “Manspreading before me like that all the time? I could assume that you want me to climb up on you and bounce.”

He stopped humming about how humans were the most awful creatures in the galaxy that he had seen eventually. You nearly chuckled when you almost mocked him because he was so easily distracted. Drift stated you needed to learn how to behave appropriately around a samurai mech because you were disrespectful to him, but based on how tense he has been acting lately—as if he was ready to take action— but you chose to continue your attitude, get under his metal.

You didn't know at the time if his kind had... However, you learned about it. Two weeks prior. You teased him that day about riding him and what his fluid was like if he had something between his legs so much that he finally showed you his thing, leaving you in awe.

After revealing his ‘spike’ and opening the panel between his legs, he remarked, almost angrily, “See?” Under the stars, you were far apart from the others, thankfully. You had to sit on top of a rusty car to be in optical level with Drift.

He had stepped back to show his spike to you. Even though he was a bit bashful at first, he appeared quite pleased and confident when you looked at him speechless and he realized you were captivated by his thickness and length. His spike was average, but he was absolutely thick.

Then you pressed your legs together and said, “I didn't know you were hiding such a huge thing between your legs.” You bit your lip recalling how many times you told him that you could ride him if he was being tense and how it would stop him from acting like a jerk.

“Now you know,” said Drift, examining your face intently.

You glanced at his spike and said, “Is it hard or soft?” without wanting him to think you were now being shy and that he had won the little fight. His optics became a little off-balance, clearly stunned by your filthy remarks, just as you were ready to laugh out loud.

“No!”

“What?” You looked at him like a puppy and said, “Drift, I don't understand.”

You could touch him if his face was near enough, but instead you placed your hands on each side of the car you were sitting on and waited for a response while he replaced his spike inside his panel. You let out a sigh. It looked aesthetically pleasing, nice.

“Not...hard,” he said, his optics narrowing. He pondered for a while before a little, cunning smile appeared on his lips. “There's no reason for my spike to get hard.”

You smiled at him again and replied, “Oh, that's a pity.”

Your clit throbbed with excitement as you teased such an enormous and grumpy mech, but you weren't sure whether he was telling you that his spike wasn't getting hard at all was true. His size and terrible appearance were enough to incite wicked thoughts.

Drift stared between your legs, and to your surprise, he became courageous and keen. “Show me your valve.”

“What?”

He responded, “I showed you my spike; now you show me your valve,” as though he could start something at any moment. You would kick him in the balls if he were a human being. But Drift, a mech, was the most grumpy person ever, wanted to see your privates, and his curiosity and lust made your pussy scream with ecstasy.

You shifted slightly. Fortunately, you were wearing a skirt because it's rather hot outside right now. “You want to see my kitty?”

With confusion, he questioned, “What kitty? Your valve. Now.”

“Okay, rusty mech.” You muttered, “Since you're so curious…” gently raising your skirt to try his patience to the limit. He had sharply concentrated his optics between your legs. You couldn't tell if he was interested in your biology or if he was aroused. You changed your plan in order to accurately gauge his reaction before lowering your panties to give him a good show. After spreading your legs and leaning back a bit on the car you were sitting on, you simply used one finger to slip your underwear aside, revealing your pussy to him.

As his optics neared and took a closer look at you, your heart was racing. The tension in the air was so profound that, in spite of your boldness, you were on the verge of breaking. You prayed that no one would interrupt your brief interaction.

You opened your mouth to inquire about his thoughts. You wouldn't be surprised if he didn't like you, given your tiny size. The brief show came to an end when you finally let go of your underwear. You gasped in astonishment as Drift's hefty hand gently touched your underwear without hesitation before he pushed it aside once more before you could react or say anything.

“Is that your valve?” God knows why, Drift asked, half puzzled. He was skilled at posing strange questions at strange times. To avoid ruining the mood, you restrained yourself from giggling.

You wanted to be the cause of that massive mech's spike hardening, but you wouldn't say it out loud. You hoped that he would like you.

“Yes.” When you felt the chill of his metal finger over your inner thighs, your legs jerked with anticipation. He was holding your small underwear tenderly, even though his metal hand was gigantic.

“This is too small,” Drift remarked indifferently. He sounded disappointed and annoyed at the same time.

“Who are you? A valve expert?”

His optics caught you in the act of uttering an impolite remark. With a sudden “You wanna try banging?” he touched your clit

That was how you met his spike two weeks ago. When Drift made such a straightforward suggestion despite your size, you assumed he was only attempting to make you feel timid, as if he could, but he was quite serious. You had no idea that he was capable of shrinking. That was new.

You grinned to yourself as you recalled how uncomfortable you two were, trying not to make noise while Drift was determined to get all of his spike into your pussy like he was battling an enemy. When his spike's crown reached your clit, he was cautious. Since he was still much larger than you, you had whined a lot to try his patience, but he was considerate and did his best not to hurt you. He regained his sour attitude and concentrated just on fucking you after realizing that you were only being a tease. You skipped asking about it that night, even though you were a bit afraid he would get you pregnant or something judging by how much he came.

There was also something else about him.

He was experiencing some difficulties with ejaculation. Actually, a late ejaculation problem.

It took a long time to get him inside of you, which was a little issue even if his spike was quite hard as he fucked you senselessly. Whenever he transformed into his alt mode, you noticed it took him a lot longer than the others, but you were unaware that it was also connected to his ejaculation issue.

Although he was a difficult mech to satisfy, you became more and more desperate and wet for him the more he struggled finishing inside you. You couldn't tell if you were more wet because of the way he moved within you or because he became frustrated when you encouraged him to come already. Most probably second. 

Now you took another look at his optics. Finally, he was back. He and Crosshairs were so busy looking everywhere for a sign from the Decepticons that after that night, you couldn't spend any time together. The sight of Drift caused your clit to physically throb, as if it could sense his presence.

As everyone else shouted erratically and Crosshair urged Bee to start a fight with him, you gave Drift a tender smile. God. You felt pathetic.

Before you got accustomed to Drift's strange personality, you found him kind of goofy for swinging his mega swords like a true samurai. You actually liked him a lot. Really. You've been thinking about him all the time for the previous few weeks, and it was crazy. You hoped he shared the same feelings.

He might want to have sex again, you thought. None of you have brought it up since that night, though. No one knew what Drift and you had done. All right. It seemed strange that you two were acting like teenagers committing crimes.

Since it was now late at night, your heart was pounding with desire.

Drift stood in front of you and gave you a very odd look as you hesitated, “Hey,” clearing your throat.

You sighed when he abruptly transformed without saying a word, which took at least 5 seconds once more. However, when he opened the door and invited you in, you were unable to contain your bright smiles.

Drift only stated, “Come here,” in a firm voice.

Drift didn't care about Hound at the moment when he kind of shouted at him and inquired where the two of you were heading at that hour. He'd had enough of everything.

You confidently stated, “Seems like someone missed me,” wrapping your hands over the steering wheel to establish the physical contact you had been longing for for the past two weeks.

He tightened the belt over your chest as though to say, ‘Me too.’ You were on the verge of bursting with delight and bliss. You were tempted to bite his wheel till it blew up.

You sighed as you rested your head back on the seat and kept your fingers rubbing the Autobot emblem in the center of the steering wheel while he drove. When it came to selecting the ideal alt mode, he had a certain taste. You groaned half-heartedly, “Don't you ever think about changing that alt mode of yours. You're definitely the best.”

Drift paused, with a spark of pride overwhelming him.

“I could transform into any car you would want, just saying.” He wanted you to know that that wasn't the only model that he had the ability to transform into.  Drift liked the way you praised his alt mode. It was a pleasant surprise that you enjoyed it so much, even if it wasn't quite as wonderful as his Cybertronian form.

You smiled at how proud he sounded. You were aware that Autobots become a touch egotistical while discussing their alt modes and functions. Bee was perhaps the most narcissistic of them all; when he was informed "he didn't look good," he became a bit too fierce. Even if they weren't as invested as he was, they were still proud. Drift also enjoyed showing off.

As he sped up, you glanced at the dark road and said, “So, where are you taking me?”

“To Cybertron.” That must be his sense of humor, you assumed.

“Sounds perfect.”

You remained motionless for a moment, perplexed as to why you had driven so far when Drift came to a very quiet halt. Considering the speed at which he drove, it must have been at least thirty minutes. You questioned, puzzled, “Where are we?” and before you could ask another question, Drift began to transform while you were still inside of him

“Uh!” you said, your hands seeking something to grasp as all of his metal moved around you, sending shivers down your spine with a mixture of delight and mild panic. Fortunately, Drift was attentive. You pondered if he found this enjoyable.

You put your palm on your chest and said, “You're going to give me a heart attack one day,” after he eventually transformed. Now you were near his helm, between his enormous, metal palm. In the moonlight, his blue optics glowed wonderfully.

“You're effortlessly excited.” With his palm close against his face, Drift added, “And we haven't done anything yet.” You gripped one of his fingers, afraid of falling.

When he amplified the word ‘yet’ you could already feel naive butterflies in your stomach. You were completely prepared for another... intimacy with him after two weeks of being apart and hardly speaking to one another due to your hectic schedules and rather stressful situation. Since you were both primarily concerned with understanding one another's bodily boundaries and swiftly trying to reach your own pleasure, your first one was a touch hurried and nervous.

The first one wasn't really enough because of your fragility and the fact that his fluid, sharp metal parts and other things occasionally made the fun seem less than pleasurable.

“You're telling me you brought me here to… bang?” you asked directly.

Slowly, Drift's confident smile faded. In spite of his worries, you two really match one another well in terms of enjoying each other's bodies and everything else. Perhaps he should have asked the right questions beforehand, but he had assumed you'd want it too because it's been... some time. The interface had been very appealing to Drift. He was actually unable to quit thinking about it recently.

But he didn't want to offend you. “I should have asked first,” Drift eventually admitted. When it came to the interface, he had no idea how to proceed with things on Earth.

You abruptly stopped when you realized Drift had misunderstood you. “I did not say that I didn't want it. I mean, I really would want that. Our... It was very nice.” It burned your cheeks more the more you attempted to explain yourself. The fact that Drift basically confessed he brought you here to have some fun made it a bizarre situation.

“Yeah?” His deep blue cyber optics looked lovely in the moonlight, and they blinked with surprise, nearly making you moan in despair. You wanted to bite the cords around his neck because of the way they were always moving and the melodic sound they made.

You nodded quickly and continued to hold onto his metal finger. You may estimate if it was a sigh of relief based on the brief rise of the chest plate.

“Good.”

You were staring at the house trailer in front of you after Drift turned around and knelt down. You stepped out from his hand and gave him a confused look. “What's that?”

“Found it.” You stared as though you were unsure whether he had stolen it because it didn't appear to be rusty at all. Your heart immediately melted realizing Drift brought you here to spend time together, even if it was just for fucking. Unlike him, you were easy to impress. As your palm brushed the surface of the house trailer, you smiled to yourself at how much his persona changed and began acting at least a bit more gently.

You didn't look back, but you could hear him slowly shrinking behind you. You walked inside instead. Drift was just behind you. Although it wasn't extremely large, Drift could fit inside. He might get smaller, but his height was still a little large.

“I thought we could spend nice time here.” Drift said. He closed the door. In the corner stood a bed large enough for both of you. Although you were unsure how exactly, you were now very certain that Drift had stolen this. God knows where and from whom exactly. But you didn't want to say anything about it since his bushido pride may splinter at any time.

“All right.” You solely whispered. As he stood in front of you, his optics fixated, unsure of how to initiate, you could tell he was feeling a bit nervous. You enjoyed watching him go through this pain. He looked adorable when he suffered like that.

Drift continued to stare at you, confused as to whether he had said something improper or excessively straightforward. Primus... Human females were a serious and complex problem. He wasn't built for this. Every metal and spark in his body was telling him to act and take what he already needed. But he had the impression that things were not going as he had planned. It was also frustrating because you were difficult to read at the moment.

Drift's digits formed a fist.

“Let's go back,” he stated abruptly.

You reached for his chest plate and moaned, “And why on earth would we do that?” Even though you loved seeing him like this much, your clit was creaming there while he was in such pain. “Plus, it seems like you put so much effort into this.”

Considering that he was still somewhat taller than you, you raised your head and gazed innocently at his optics. However, Drift's careful optics caught you.

“You're enjoying this, aren't you?” When his servo finally contacted your chin, he nearly groaned. Your entire body trembled instantly.

“I don't even know what you are talking about, Sensei.”

A cunning smirk appeared on his lips as soon as he heard the term. His nerves were being touched by your playful demeanor, and his spike was pulsing with thrill. Drift made you lie on the bed after softly pushing you back to it. You felt your heart racing. “I think you know pretty well.”

“Yeah? Sensei, perhaps I need a lesson.” When he got on top of you, you kept teasing him. You wondered if he was comfortable with a little foreplay at that point or if he simply wanted to sink his spike as soon as possible.

During your first one, you hadn't even shared a proper kiss. A brief moment occurred when he touched your lips, but it ended there. Like you, Drift was more focused on getting what he wanted at the moment. However, one of the reasons was the worrying about other Autobots could interrupting you at any time.

Now it was just you and him, though.

As you began to undress, Drift was observing you with wonder. To get rid of your jeans and everything else more quickly, you pushed him a little back, but he didn't move you at all. He was just examining every single bit of your physique. You felt as though you had never been with him before. There was no need to hurry, and there was more light to look at each other. You could spend as much time studying each other's figures as you like.

This time, you felt a bit awkward as you finally removed everything, including your underwear, but you hoped Drift wouldn't notice your expression. The spike from his panel was the only thing he had to remove. Still, it was unusual, but in a cute manner.

As if to remind you of the disparity in power imbalance, he placed one of his servos on your chest, causing you to tremble and feel the cold metal against your tender flesh. “You feel soft. Very nice. I like it a lot.”

“Uhm, thanks,” you said, smiling shyly at him.

You shifted beneath him and attempted to settle onto the bed as his servos cautiously and slowly stroked your flesh. Your body was swiftly stilled by Drift as though you were disrupting him.

You really wanted to kiss him. Badly.

“May I touch you there?” you asked instead.

That caught him off guard. “Yes!”

Drift tried to sound cool, but he couldn't help but come off as a bit eager. After all, he had been preparing for this for a while, and now he could finally give his spike the treatment that it had been begging for for weeks.

He moved slightly on top of you and exposed his aching spike by opening his panel. On its round crown, prefluid was already visible. Weeks ago, you were unable to view him up close, but you know you take a better look at him now. Regardless of how you had previously taken him, you were unaware of his size.

You felt the silver prefluid on your fingers just when you put your hand around its head. Drift widened your legs and pushed you farther on the bed as a result of your daring behavior. You noticed that at the moment, he wasn't really fond of foreplaying.

As you gazed in wonder at his silver spike, you said, “You look bigger than I remember.”

Drift's denta was on your neck with a quiet snarl when his servos brushed your chin. You moaned with ecstasy as your fingers tightened around his spike in response to his abrupt motion. Because of how sharp his teeth were, you both knew he could potentially harm you, yet you trusted Drift with your life and wanted to make it perfect for him, making him suffer in a sweet way and fall deeply like you.

Drift's sucking ceased as your hand began to pump his spike, and he growled as he withdrew, peering expectantly between your legs.

“Are you wet?” he said, eagerly, gently moving your hand away from his spike and taking himself between his metal fingers.

“I don't know. You wanna check?” you teased him once more.

Drift grinned and, without hesitation, gingerly pressed one of his fingers against your entrance. Both of you groaned at the unexpected touch. You bit your lip as you gazed at his intense optics with a mixture of pleasure and anxiety. His digits were sharp, unlike his spike, and he couldn't possibly finger you. Even if you were soaking, it would still cause harm to your internal organs. Maybe he could do some modifications on himself later on.

This time, you moaned in agony as Drift pressed his sharp digit a little too much. “Drift, wait, wait!”

Drift instantly stopped with a worried expression on his face and removed his finger from your insides. With a pang of guilt, he said, “Primus... I didn't mean to.”

You quickly said, “It's alright,” so as not to ruin the moment. “I guess your spike can do a better job than your digits, huh?” You added to lighten up the situation.

Instead of using words, Drift's lips moved toward your sparkling face before he genuinely placed them on yours. At first, the kiss caused your lips to curl, but then you wrapped your hands around his neck and caressed the strong wires there. It was strange, but pleasant, to feel cords and metal beneath your fingertips rather than soft skin. When your kiss became intense, you pushed your tongue between his lips and wrapped your legs around his thighs, not fearing injury, because the metallic flavor of his lips was just making you want more of him.

Drift was struggling to keep from losing himself when he saw how hungry you were underneath him, so he wanted to push his spike into your valve quickly. But you didn't need to hurry.

Every functional part of his body was heating up due to the softness of your tongue, but Drift knew he needed to use his denta very carefully, so even though he wanted to bite you hard, he let you take the lead and use your tongue however you pleased while his servos touched you and trailed around your body.

You didn't object even though he was applying a bit too much pressure with his fingers on your thigh and ass. It felt nice to be a bit bruised. In fact, you wished Drift would somewhat lose himself for you.

He retreated a little and eventually took himself in hand as you lifted your hips to meet his spike. When he moved on you and positioned himself between your legs properly, your heart was thumping hard in your chest. Drift gave himself a few more pumps before beginning to shove his spike in your entrance, which caused you to groan in pain once again because he was eager and had forgotten how little you were in comparison.

“Frag! Sorry!” He stopped right away and looked at you with an expression of panic.

“Just... take it slow. I guess you're still a big mech.” As you spoke, you continued to lift your hips to express your desire for him to enter.

Drift nodded to you, and when he pressed his spike again, this time extremely gently, his optics took a careful look at your face. You were only able to take its head two weeks before, but now you felt prepared to take him farther.

Drift grunted in response to your little whimpers before pushing forward. Because of his unusual thickness, you groaned out when he inserted his spike a little farther, this time yanking one of the wires on his neck brutally with delight. He nearly opened his spark chamber dangerously as a result of your abrupt action, but he controlled himself. His entire body was moving erratically, which made the procedure more enjoyable and somewhat challenging for him. When you were tugging the most delicate cables on his neck without understanding what it was doing to him, it was difficult to get him to calm down.

When you whimpered again, he paused and said, “You okay?” You were relieved that he was taking his time and allowing you to adjust his size.

“Yes, I am.” With your fingers clenched on the cables around his neck, you moaned. “Just give me a moment.” Your leg was a little sore from the plates and wheels, but you didn't voice any complaints. That was normal. “I feel so full.”

Drift made a noise. You couldn't tell if it was a deep chuckle or something like a sigh. “Not even halfway.”

Of course.

The way you were squeezing his spike with your tight walls wasn't helping him at all, but Drift was allowing you enough time to adjust his size properly. All he wanted to do was speed things up and begin aggressively pounding you.

He asked abruptly, “Are you comfortable on this berth?”

Drift knew he should have taken action because of how uncomfortable you felt during your very first interface and how much you shivered after it. He didn't want you to think poorly of him or feel that you were being used. He was an honorable Autobot. He cared about you.

You nodded quickly to him. “Yeah, it's very comfy.”

Under its chamber, Drift's spark was about to burst. He grumbled, unable to contain his mixed feelings any longer, “Can I frag you now?” If he didn't move quickly, the way your walls were tensing up around his spike was going to drive him insane.

You mumbled as you drew his helm nearer to your face. “Yes, Drift. Fuck me. Please.”

Drift drew back his spike and thrust in ruthlessly before you could complete the sentence, making you bite your lip. He put his servos pressed on the sheets on each side of your head. You were unsure of which of you was groaning more loudly. There were simply too many repressed feelings and desires since you had to remain silent the first time.

“Your valve is so tight, so good!” Drift nearly let out a moan and quickened his movements. The sounds of his moans and obscene slaps on your flesh filled the trailer.

You had only just begun, yet you were already getting closer. He had exceptional strength and weight, though you lifted your hips to keep up with him.

As his helm approached your face, he swallowed your moans for a moment, and he planted a quick but strong kiss on your lips in between his brutal thrusts. Knowing that his neck was extremely sensitive, you tugged the precise cable he liked being touched with harshness. For a brief while, it caused Drift's optics to become unbalanced, and he positioned one of his servos beneath your ass, raising your hips and banging you with greater force.

He let out a nearly indignant moan. “You like teasing me, don't you?”

“I like it so much,” you said. “I like being the reason your spike gets hard.”

Drift's denta followed your neck after you admitted, biting you very gently as though to warn you. “Do you like me fragging you like this?”

You would have giggled if he hadn't been fucking you senselessly and losing control, but Drift's little bites and glossa on your neck were driving you insane. “Yes! Drift, just fuck me more! Harder, please!”

Drift slowed down a little after hearing your request, but he started fucking you more firmly and pushed his spike a bit further even though you were already feeling full. You needed to make him lose control for you, show him how much you liked and craved him. The way he began moaning that sounded almost painful was intense and overwhelming.

You moaned into his audials, “You're so, so good, Drift,” as your hands touched the sharp swords on his back before moving on to every metal object within reach.

Drift gave you quick, hard kisses in return for your praises. Your warm reactions were directly igniting his passion. He was making every effort to keep his systems from overheating and cooling down as he was constantly hammering you, or else he would shut down before filling you. Your back arched as your walls began to spasm violently around his spike. Drift also felt it. Despite how hard his spike was, he didn't feel like overloading anytime soon, even if he wanted you to overload with him.

“Look at me when you overload around my spike,” Seeing that your eyes were going to close as your climax approached, Drift gave you rigid instructions. Your legs were shaking with delight as you wrapped them around his thighs. “Overload. Now!”

Now, his spike was reaching the deepest regions in your pussy and striking your most delicate points. Your body obeyed Drift's commands as soon as he urged you to come, and you let out a loud moan when you reached your pleasure. Your spine was shivered by the powerful orgasm. For a moment, your eyes went unbalanced as you fell apart around Drift's spike so strongly that it caused his optics to become stuck. He proceeded to fuck you senselessly without pausing to consider how oversensitive you were as you kept riding your orgasm.

He appeared to be struggling to overload again, even though you really needed him to get within you. Drift was furiously fucking you, and although you knew his spike was really hard, he couldn't finish. He groaned in frustration. His pride as an Autobot was vulnerable.

He appeared to be in need of your assistance.

“Come on, Drift,” you murmured, drawing his helm closer with touching the most delicate wires on his neck. “What do you need me to do?”

He pressed those cables on your mouth without responding. Your nipples shivered as his chest plates were now on your body. You parted your lips and licked the cable that was firmly pressed on your mouth without teasing him. Then you started sucking him there. At first, the taste of the metal seemed peculiar, but you were too aroused to think. Actually, it tasted quite well.

Drift groaned deeply and almost angrily as he felt your teeth on his wires. Being unable to contain himself any longer, he withdrew. He sensed that he was losing control of his body. His spark chamber began to open when his optics came into contact with your lovely eyes.

Frag, frag, frag! She's no cybertronian, he reminded himself.

Close, close!

Despite his best efforts, his chest started to ache from the battle, and ultimately his spark chamber was exposed. All set to mate. His body was begging him to take a conjunx, but he was aware that you needed a spark in order to complete the procedure. Frag. He needed to simply overload and calm down.

When Drift's chest abruptly opened up, revealing his rounded, large, blue, musical, and magical spark on top of you, your eyes widened in awe. You gasped as you gazed at it in wonder. You were totally captivated. You whispered, “Oh my god,” as he pounded you.

He almost told you to open your spark chamber as well, but he avoided doing so. She isn't a Cybertronian.

Your head was up on the bed when you understood that opening his spark chamber on top of you brought him closer to overloading. Without hesitation, you gave his chamber a solid and sincere kiss. You couldn't resist drawing your body closer to it and stroking it as much as you could since it looked so lovely and enchanted with the little tune inside.

Drift felt your warm, soft lips around his spark, but you had no clue what you were doing. He then drove his throbbing spike into you one final time before filling your insides with his thick fluid and grunting loudly. As Drift pumped his fluid into your valve, his optics and your eyes were locked, and his spike began to vibrate violently. Even if it wasn't the most suitable procedure, he felt as though he had taken you there as his conjunx. But it was sufficient for a half-ceremony the way you kissed him, reached for his spark, and caused his spark chamber to open. Better than nothing.

Drift felt at ease, and it was more than fragging and overloading.

You gave him a little smile, pleased that he had finally filled you properly, continuing to stroke his chamber. His fluid was thick and intense. It was simply too much.

Carefully removing his spike, he gave you a gentle kiss without falling over you. Your mixed fluid ruined the bed.

You asked him, “You okay?” when he stopped kissing you. It's obvious that he had been trying to calm down.

He gave a little chuckle. “I should have been asking you that.”

“I'm more than okay.” You glanced at his spark, which was still observable, and murmured, “That was... incredible.” You were taken aback that he left it wide open. “Never have I witnessed a spark so close to me. This is beautiful in every way.” The little noises within could be heard incessantly. It seemed like a reaction to anything you said.

Once again, Drift's spark reacted to your compliment. It was forcing him to make you overload around his spike until you went offline. He would already if you were a Cybertronian, in fact.

“It's my soul,” he remarked solemnly. After spending so much time on Earth, Drift came to understand that it referred to the soul.

When you answered, “Yeah, I wish I could show you mine too,” your tone was almost regretful. Having such a charming soul to exhibit seemed incredible. You weren't hurt by being different, but... You wanted to show him something beautiful like this as well.

Drift's servo was put on your naked chest after his optics detected the sense of sorrow in your words. His fingers stopped where your heart is. “That sounds very lovely,” Drift finally murmured. His use of the word "lovely" warmed your heart. “It pumps more quickly when I'm around you. It indicates that your Spark is also responsive. You see? Not much of a difference.”

“Where did you get the ability to speak such lovely things?” You whispered, your cheeks flushed, “You're going to melt me here, sensei.” Drift was correct; his words had a greater effect on your heart the more he spoke.

You were momentarily shy when Drift winked at you and inserted his spike into his panel. Then he shifted your bodies. Now you were both lying on the bed and staring at one another. You were being held closer to his still-open spark chamber by his servos. As though he wanted confirmation that he did well, he inquired, “It's better to do it on a berth, right?”

You nodded quickly to him. “Absolutely. I loved it. That's bad if you borrowed it for just tonight,” you responded, unsure whether it would be your last time.

“It's ours now. There's a TV, too, you know. I had the idea that we could watch movies together.” Drift blinked his optics and added, “That junkyard... is too crowded, noisy with baby transformers and all.” He was a little anxious and uneasy, but he wanted you to understand that he wasn't just bringing you here to fragging. He believed it would be fun to watch movies with you because he had watched some fantastic samurai films. It seemed like an enjoyable task. Especially with you.

If he was trying to kill you, he was going to succeed. It hurt how much joy your heart was pounding with. You pondered whether that implied a romantic relationship or something. Cybertron customs were unknown to you. You have to ask Hound, Bee, or Crosshairs about it and find out quickly.

“Of course. That would be fantastic,” you said with a shy smile, making an effort to look cool.

Your chest and his spark chamber were now so near that the sound of your heartbeat and the song emanating from his spark were mingling as Drift's servos around your hips drew you nearer. You believed that you may melt at any time due to the intensity of his deep, blue optics. He was breathtaking. How did he see you, you wondered. You wanted to tell him you liked him a lot.

“You look very beautiful. I like you,” he stated suddenly.

You didn't answer. Instead, you grabbed his helm, and, with a single motion, you were on top of him, kissing him frantically.

*BONUS - CROSSHAIRS

For at least fifteen minutes, Crosshairs was attempting to reach out to Drift. He wondered what that sword-dumb brain had been up to when Hound informed him that you and Drift had departed. An Autobot was not supposed to be out on his own. Optimus had, after all, been gone. Only Primus knows when he will return. But you had to take care of each other till then. Crosshairs kept on driving.

He eventually heard voices as he tried to communicate. Then he halted; his audials were filled with Drift's deep grunts and pitiful, nasty, and meaningless groans. That pathetic idiot may have briefly gone online without noticing, but Crosshairs had already heard.

He was on the verge of throwing up all the liquids in his body.

That fucking moron, worthless imbecile... Crosshairs clutched his denta violently. You were being frgged by him. He had doubts about you two, but now he was very certain. On all the primes, Crosshairs vowed to find a female human for himself as well. He was more powerful, handsome, and better in every way. Even that fragbrained idiot found someone to mate with, have fun while Crosshairs had to do all job. Corsshairs kept driving while thinking about how to find a female human for himself.

Author's Note: Let me know what you think please. Comments and reblogs are appreciated!!!! ^^ :****

[leftexpertbread]

Bumblebee after receiving the command of the Autobots because nobody knew if Optimus was alive or not. But he shouldn't be the leader because he can't decide between waffles and pancakes and now he's wondering why the hell the Autobots chose him for the leadership role if he can't even make the most simplest choicest without internally breaking down and Optimus you better be alive or I swear on our dead friends I'm coming for yo-

[solar4seekstron]

Sparkling Trapped

TFBayverse!Yandere!Optimus Prime x Cybertronian!GN!Reader Oneshot

Content: 18+, Soft Yandere Optimus then Possessive Yandere Optimus later near the end. OP is in LOVE with Reader

TW/Tags: A few smut scenes (Will be in red), Bit of Noncon, a little bit of Megatron x reader, Manipulation, Takes place after the events of tf5 (if you want one in another movie instead let me know), Reader is basically who they are but not a knight but still joined the Autobots, mild cursing, smut will be in purple as usual, I think that’s all.

Notes: Before the war- I imagine Megatron looks like he does in TLK and OP looks like his form in 2007. This is connected to my bayverse introduction, but like different alternate universe. You’ll understand once you start reading.

Introduction Movie Oneshot Masterlist

When you and Optimus were much younger, you both met when he was just announced as a knight by the others. But the two of you couldn’t really talk thanks to him being so busy.

You worked in delivery and one days you noticed a certain clerk there.

He really liked his red and blue color scheme.

He didn’t ever notice you there though. So while you made your way to the archives. You saw him he was looking over some data pads and speaking to other archives.

He seems concentrated so you decided you’ll stick around and wait for him to notice you. ..Eventually.

And so you looked over a few data pads and reading over the knights adventures written. Some of them seems like a certain someone named Sentinel told the writers to write certain things in the data pads.

You chuckled as you continued to read over a few. Sitting in a chair sort of in the middle of a lobby. Though don’t hear a certain bot coming up behind you. A few data pads held in one arm as the other is down.

He looked down at you. He’d look at what you’re reading, leaning a bit over you.

You were reading about one of the 12 knights who stayed on earth. He’d soon have a warm smile on his dermas. He never forgot about you.

As he moves infront of you, him passing made you notice him. He soon starts conversation.

”Fascinated by the tales of the fellow brothers are you?”

You’d give a small nod as you let out a soft chuckle.

“You were too busy to ask directly. I wish to learn what happened somewhere from all of these years.” He takes a seat next to you as he listened.

”Well if you truly are that interested in learning about the knights. How about we arranged..a date?” He looked down at you with narrowed optics.

“Date?” You ask curious. Him then letting out a deep chuckle. “A day to meet….of course.”

You did have a bit of a small blush as you looked up at him. He stared at you for a moment. You then nod as you then spoke. “Sounds like a plan. Where to?”

You ask as Optimus smile only grew a bit more as he gently took your cervo and kisses the back of it. Then speaks of the place and date before standing and walking to the other archivists.

He then stopped and his helm turned a bit to glance at you. Blue optics bright. “Until then.”

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The date went as wonderful as you can imagine.

A place of the nicest energon you can eat as he told you of his adventures and stories with Sentinel and the others.

His choice to step down as a knight and to live as a clerk while Sentinel took on the more higher up jobs.

Along with how he also hoped to start a family. You too would tell him of your past and your story. Being a weapon specialist and delivery bot at the same time.

After splitting the check (something you deeply encouraged him to do with you) you both walked out and went for a stroll through the city. Eventually when the night sky was dark, yet so bright from the stars.

You and Optimus stopped your talking and would look at each other. Your night ending with a kiss.

Passionate. Long. A little heated at the end

Until it was time to return home. The two of you planning for more “dates” when you both didn’t work and when Hound and th others didn’t need you. You would go on to meet Optimus closest friends.

Sentinel, Megatronus, Elita-. It was an interesting meet up.

You and Optimus continue to get closer and closer.

Years went by and as your and Optimus courtship soon started.

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You and Optimus were in you apartment. You were on his lap. You cervos against his chest as soft moans and sighs leave your dermas. Optimus under you in the berth as he held your waist. Looking up at you with almost closed optics.

Your valve tightly around his spike. The pleasure almost uncontrollable. He is rather girthy.

His spike twitching inside you as he gets closer to overload in you. Your valve clenching tightly. Causing him to constantly groan and let out rough moans.

Your body moving up and down in a slow but touch paste. His cervos almost putting dents in your frame while your own ceros scratch at his chest. He watched you with dark blue optics.

His helm leaning back against the berth as he closed his optics tightly.

Eventually as you got closer to your own climax you were fast to move the paste. You soon creating louder moans as Optimus does the same. Metal against metal being heard in the dim room.

His larger cervos gripping into your waist tightly.

Almost hurting. But the pain his cervos gave you isnt what caught your attention.

He wanted to overload in you. He wanted you to have his sparkling. Before he can finish inside you. You lifted up your hips. His load landing on his leg and on the berth as you stayed over him.

You’d look down at him. His helm turned to the side as he calmed down from his climax. His arms wrapping around your waist and brings you closer.

Your frame closer to his. Soon flushed against his as your helm rests against between his neck and chest.

One of his cervos on your lower back and the other on your upper back. Your valve against his spike. Almost like a sting since your valve is pretty sentiative.

Your cervos still on his chest as you finally calm down as well.

You knew he wanted to cum in you..but why? You both never talked about it…so why?… He then turned his helm to look at you. Gently kissing your forhelm as he moved the cervo once on your upper back moved to gently hold your chin.

Making you look at him. You slowly opening your optics.

His dermas soon connecting with yours. Both of you letting out soft sighs as you both held each others embrace. When you both pulled away. He’d then put the cervo once on your chin back to your upper back.

He’d then look out the window. Tinted so no one can see inside….He lets out a soft sigh as he feels you softly sleep on him. He almost looked angry. Not being able to load into you.

Seeming almost angry with himself as his arms around you grip only tighter.

But he wont give him…until you are with his sparkling.

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One day though while packing up your deliveries with the twins, Megatronus came to you with an idea he has. At the time he was still named Megatronus.

As you both spoke. The twins excused theirselves thanks to Megatronus looking scary.

“Y/N please if we do this we can make the planet a better place for the lower class! Sentinel and Optimus won’t listen to me. But Soundwave and Shockwave have a plan! With your skills and mind we can create a most powerful cause!”

”Megatron-“ He took the box you were holding and gently grabbed your cervos.

“Please for the children and those yet to be born. Join me!” You just stared at him as he kept looking at you with blue optics. You’d then glance to the side. He can tell you were deep in thought.

“Megatronus..I just-“

“I’ll return to Optimus. Maybe if I say I spoke to you he’ll change his mind! Meet us at the archives once you made your choice!”

He then runs off.

You stood there before looking down at your boxes…maybe he had a point?…

But you never made the choice. You’d make your way to the archives to try to talk some sense to Megatronus with Optimus. But….then the explosions happen..

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Millions of years went by. You and Megtron always fighting each other.

You by Optimus side as you all fought against the Decepticons. Eventually the time came when you and Optimus couldn’t agree with each other.

He chose earth over the planet. You understood but couldn’t rule under him much anymore. You two barely able to see each other anymore. You becoming the one that got away.

You, Hound, Crosshairs, and Drift all staying far from the events including Optimus as you all handle smaller situations on other parts of the world like small towns.

You and Optimus reuniting when he calls for the five of your help at a desert.

There has has his old night look. You with Crosshairs was skeptical about the humans who came with him. Your guard only going down a little when Optimus mentioned they saved him.

Later that night everyone watched the death of Ratchet. You held back your tears as Optimust took a knee in respect of his fallen friend.

You just looked away. Finding it hard to watch your old friend get attacked as he call for helm. Hound placing a cervo on your shoulder to comfort you. Something Optimus noticed but said nothing.

Returning to look at the scene as you stayed close to Hound.

At some point during the night as the others and humans have fallen asleep. Optimus took te first night of patrol. But then you felt a poke at your hood. When you awaken it was Optimus telling you to follow him.

It must be important if he’s waking you up instead of the others.

Once you both were far enough. Making it to the cliff of one of the mountians. He transformed first. Looking down at you as you stay in your alt mode.

”Can you..transform please?” His optics narrow and his voice low. A sigh can be heard from you as you then transformers. Optimus let out a small breath. Your looks still as breath taking as when he first met you.

Your optics sttill shinning as the stars do in his as he stared at you.

The two of you missed each other. But you made you choice when he made the choice to pick earth over your planet.

But you’ll never stop being loyal to him despite everything.

”I..I miss you Y/N …And I’m sorry for what happened between us all those years ago.” He took a few steps towards you. His cervos gently grabbing yours as you stared up at him. He then closed his optics as he kisses the back of both your cervos.

“Optimus I…” He lets the cervos rests against his chests as he looked down at you to let you speak.

“I missed you too Optimus…But I can’t trust-“

He then interrupted you with his voice almost booming. Good thing you two are far from the others.

”I messed things up between us. I realized where I messed up and please. If you can give me another chance then I promise I’ll do better. I will.”

”Optimus we both just gone different paths.” You tried to create some distance betweeen you two. But he didn’t let you pull your cervos away from his chest. His cervos having a firm grip.

”But look. We meet again because our paths are intertwined. We are meant for each other-“

”Optimus.”

”We are meant to be together-“

”Optimus.”

”And you are meant to be my sparkmate.” He said in a bit of a darker tone. One of his cervos still keeping two of your cervos pinned against his chest as his other cervo moves to your waist.

Pulling you a bit closer as you both stared at each other.

”Will you truly deny me the chance to take back what I love? To make your leader suffer more after abandoning your place by my side as a worrior of the Autobot cause?”

”Optimus.”

”You’re place is with me! The view of the humans now is what changed my mind. Showing the true nature of these life forms and how I was wrong! Please you must understand Y/N. Just..one more chance I beg you…”

His optics are hopeful and you cant help shake this large feeling. The feeling of guilt, sympathy….and fear.

His forhelm pressing against yours as he keeps looking at you. You seem to be…struggling to almost breath for a moment.

Your frame only shaking a little as he noticed. Slowly blinking as he then spoke.

”Please….just one more chance sweetsaprk…”

You’d let out a shaky sigh and closes your optics. Slowly nodding. Too scared to even try to pull away. Maybe…it would be best.

Having a soft smile on his dermas. Leaning down as his dermas connect with yours. You had fear in your optics but…you did miss the feeling of his dermas against yours.

Your arms slowly moving to around his neck as his own move around your waist.

The kiss continueing to be more passionate. As the kiss soon got heated he whispered muiltiple times between kisses. His optics slightly opened as yours remained closed. “I Love You”

That night you both bonded. And he made sure you’ll never leave him…ever again…

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You were under him this time. On your knees as your aft sticks up. The upper half of your frame against the dirt as it moved back and forth. Optimus hips slamming aggressively against your aft.

One arm wrapped around tightly around your waist and his other supporting him up as his front presses against your back.

While his thrusts are fast and sharp. He can’t help but to stare down at you. The side of your helm against the dirt as you at times looked back at him. Begging him to go slower.

He lifts his helm up every now and then too be sure no one was watching or aware of you two. It becoming hard for him to focus at times as you valve clenched around his spike. He’d then move his cervo once on the dirt to support him to now wrap around your spike.

Bringing you closer to your climax as he stroked it in a fast paste. Causing you to moan even more.

He has to find someway to distract you. As you both continue he slowly becomes more animalistic. It soon becomes almost too much for you. Between moans you’d speak.

“Optimus please..I need a break!”

You both already went a few rounds before. He ignored you. So he tried a different tactic to shut you up.

One of his cervos gripping your waist as the other grips your hip. His thrusts rough but slow. His intake letting out moans and sighs I his rough voice. When you tried to lift up your helm his cervo once on your hip moved to press your helm back down.

His helm leaning down at times as he closed his optics.

The pleasure being so much for him as it is for you. At times lifting it up but seems to be struggling to think as he continues to thrust deep into your valve.

But once he felt his climax growing closer and closer he moved his cervo from your helm to your upper back.

Pressing you harder into the ground as his thrusts grow rougher but at a slow and rough paste. But that didn’t last too long.

Thrusting faster as he places both forearms support him up against the ground. On both sides of your helm. Since he was much larger his frame completely engulfed you.

His helm past yours forward as he groans. Shutting his optics closed tightly as he thrusts harder and harder.

As his chest is pressed harshly against your upper back.

Both your bodies moving back and forth as he groans above you. You moan his name while his hips continue to brutally slam against your aft. Until Optimus finally released a loud groan.

Pressing the knot forming in his spike into your valve.

His spike completely gone as his hips are flushed against your aft. He stays over you.

Not moving as he feels his legs shake. His frame shuttering against yours as you feel your own climax. His knot giving you both pleasure and pain.

After what felt like almost an hour…He was able to finally pull out of your valve. He was able to lift himself up a bit. Your body was tired. When he pulled out fully your valve was hit with the cold air.

Then you were on your side as you couldn’t keep your lower half up anymore.

Once on your side you were then gently pushed to be on your back as your lower half remains on it’s side on the floor.

He’d move up a little, looking down at you as you stay between his cervos. Before leaning down to kiss once more before he says something that sends a shiver down your spine. “It is Done.”

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You and the others continue with going after the man collecting your fellow Autobots body parts. You being there keeping your gun pointed at the bald man until Optimus gently pushed your blaster down.

Saying they where done here. Ignoring the human as you and hound groan annoyed.

Eventually after everything with Lockdown and the humans ended. Optimus would soon leave to go deal with the creators of your spieces. He made sure to kiss your forhelm before giving his goodbyes.

Aftr he left the others questioned you what was up it’s that. So..you told them.

Hound was excited. Not only were you back with Optimus but turns out you were with sparkling. He was practically your sire before the war. So it made sense he’d want to be the first to hold the sparkling.

Meanwhile Drift and Crosshairs were excited. Seeing their selves becoming the sparklings uncle. Then again the four of you were really close.

Bumblebee said he will train the small one like a cool cousin or something. You always chuckled when he spoke about teaching the sparkling to fight. Crosshairs wanting to teach the ankle biter to shoot. Drift wanting to teach them to be another worrior like Optimus.

Hound wanting to teach the sparkling to be a soilder like him. Only time can tell what’ll happen.

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Three years have went by. Your sparkling was big from a humans point of view.

When you hold your sparkling you two look like a regular parent holding their infant child. You all lived at some junkyard.

Naming the small sparkling after your closest friend before the war. Red Alert. Your sparkling ended up being a girl. She looked like a mix of you and Optimus having your yellow piercing optics.

She was a strong one too. You’ll never forget when Hound and the others first held her.

Hound was gently. But also chill holding the little one with one arm as he would tell his war stories. Red Alert always staring up at him as she would nibble on her own cervo and at times reach at his beard.

Crosshairs didn’t really know how to deal with sparklings. But he wouldnt mind if she wanted to nibble on his goggles whenever she reached for them.

She would get most excited when he would show off his sniper. And with Bumblebee he was a bit more excited about seeing a sparkling. He was pretty young when the war started and never really got a chance to even old a sparkling.

And with Cade- well. He babied the crap out of Red Alert. Telling her and even you at times stories about when his daughter was a baby.

Times when she would be just the cutest baby int he world.

Sometimes he’ll get carried away he would stop himself and look at her. Who just does a frog blink as she stared down at him.

Eventually Cade and Bee left you you stayed with the others and the new girl who came. You sparkling being only 3 years old now and slightly bigger now.

She’s definitely going to be bigger then Optimus once she’s a full adult.

Eventually you and the others get a call to help out bee and Hotrod. Though you and your sparkling had to stay far since Red Alert is too fragile to be on a battle field.

After the battle is over and you all reunite. Optimus and the others choose to leave Earth to rebuild their home world. Bidding goodbye to their fellow humans. As you stood with the others and Optimus waved at Cade.

Red Alert did the same. Making Cade almost tear up as he waved goodbye to her.

As everyone got on the ship they gave you three privacy since he has been gone for a while. But you can feel a pit in your stomach as he approached you both.

When Optimus and you with Red Alert stand at the “lobby” of the ship while the others were busy.

Optimus was able to finally take a moment to embrace you both. One of his cervos resting on the side of your waist as his other gently rests on the back of Red Alert.

Who stared up at him with wide optics.

And keeps reaching for him with her little cervos. He gently kissed her forhelm before leaning to you. His dermas connecting with yours. “I’ve missed you.” He whispered as he looked down at you.

But with a bit of a shaky voice as you responded.

“I missed you too Optimus.” He then takes Red Alert from your cervos. You almost feel…worried.. Red Alert giggled and as reached for Optimus face.

He has a smile on his dermas as he watches the sparkling.

”What did you name her?”

”Our old friend. Red Alert. He would’ve love to have met her.” His smile only grows as Red Alerts cervos started gripping and patting at his chest for his attention.

“You may be here as we rebuild our world my little one but I promise you. You’ll learn the greatness of our planet my little one..More and your carrier will show you how to be one of the strongest and noblest of them all!”

You tried to keep your smile.

Even as he holds her with one arm and his other goes around your waist pulling you closer. His cervo on the side of your waist.

Keeping you close as little Red Alert giggled. You gently holding her smaller one as she waves her other one around. Optimus giving you a kiss on the top of your helm. He was so happy. And you were…..

Happy.

Oh boy there were so many drafts but I honestly like this one. I hope you guys enjoyed and yes I think I’ll do a red alert fic. But I’ll need a good scenario lol.

As always a repost is appreciated and I hope to see you guys in the next post!

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CROSSHAIRS PAST || PART 7 || -Previous - -Next -

Crosshairs, Megatron (c) Hasbro

[inferno-0]

[Purchases] Crosshairs/ Reader /Drift

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Never go to the store with aliens.

(Do you mind transformers on my blog?)

Oh yes, sorry for the English

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You are a really reserved person, always do everything in order and know how to control a few tasks that seemed difficult for others. But no one said that adult Autobots would be much more difficult to deal with.

"When I talked about the need to behave more civilly in public places, I meant silence and not running away while choosing products."

You clenched the bridge of your nose in annoyance, bowing your head, while Drift quietly looked around. He muttered something several times and looked at you, still processing your words in his head. At least he was calm enough not to attract attention. If you don't take into account your outburst of future anger.

"Drift, where's Crosshairs?" With your arms folded over your chest, you focused on the holoform's response as it cleared its throat awkwardly. ─"I think he went to the department where the items for the sparkling are."

"You mean the toy department?"

The Autobot nodded its head in agreement before waiting for your actions. He knew that he had been given an errand that immediately failed. Keeping an eye on Crosshair was like watching a five-year-old child, hungry for a huge truck or worse. Your stern voice called Mecha out of his thoughts, who seemed to be about to apologize to you. Drift nodded again, trying not to say a word.

"So, you say, he went to the toy department?

"Yes. He said he just wanted to see." Drift hesitated and stood up, remembering the last presence of the green Cybertron. He looked ahead, analyzing the signs and the color that had their meaning.

You frowned at Drift and waited patiently, barely holding back an annoyed growl. "Sign with orange color". The holoform's hand pointed to the farthest part of the toys until it dropped abruptly during your sharp stomping on the stone tiles. Drift followed you, hoping that Crosshairs hadn't done anything. This bot was too intrusive and empathetic.

He turns all discontent against others, trying to be right everywhere. It's scary to imagine what Fur can do when he gets into an argument with some human woman, or worse, a salesman who just offers options for a good product.

"I don't know how I decided to take you with me. You seem to be a million years old, adult guys, but I collect them in stores like five-year-olds." You quickened your pace, grabbing Drift by the sleeve, who was staring desperately at the people around him. Your eyes sparkled apologetically when, due to a gust of anger, you pushed away the unsuspecting customers ahead.

"Come on, come on. Drift don't lag behind" The holoform almost flickered as your hand gripped his forearm. Mek quietly apologized as your elbow moved the nearest cart in front of the Man.

"Crosshairs."

You entered the department with hope, casting glances at all things. The green color never caught your eye and you whimpered until you felt a soothing touch on your shoulder. "Drift, I'm going to pay now"

"Don't do it, we'll find it."

"I know that we will find him, I am afraid what the consequences will be if he does not like something."

You looked at Drift pleadingly. The bot was calm and remained as if nothing had happened. Blue eyes looked at you encouragingly, saying that there was no need to worry once again. The whole bad scenario is in your head, just paranoia.

"What kind of junk is lying here?"

You abruptly broke away from eye contact and turned to the source of the voice that belonged... ─"CROSSHAIRS"

The man in the green cloak just snorted at your raised tone.

He would like to ask why you look worse than Cade, who gets annoyed about everything, but remembered a real and important question. "Why are there no bullets in this weapon?" It seems that he really looked at the arsenal of guns for boys, not starting a dialogue with anyone.

You put your hand on your forehead, giggling. Drift grunted excitedly as Crosshairs stared expectantly at both of you.

"Well, will you answer or not? I walked around this place from all sides and examined each machine gun in search of something interesting, and here is only this" - Finger roughly held the trigger. A loud sound of gunfire is heard from the speaker, causing you to snatch the weapon from the holoform's hands. "Because it is a toy. It's for children, not for war, as you thought."

Crosshairs threw the other machine gun on the shelf in disgust.

"Crosshairs."

The silence on Mek's part made me even angrier. Drift did not let go of his shoulder, forcing him to calm down and assuring him that it was better not to argue with him.

You exhaled, giving the fur a long-awaited smile.

"Let's go to the checkout after all."

Crosshairs walked away peacefully, his hands in his cloak pockets, while you and Drift looked at each other again. And yet...

Cybertronians are not so carefree.

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"Well, at least you can help me carry all this cargo." you said with relief, laying out the products on the tape that was moving towards the seller. Drift quietly handed over the remaining purchases until he felt a familiar field near his shoulder.

"He left again. I guess you should thank me for not telling her anything" Blue Fur glanced at you for a moment, not paying much attention to the two men.

"Come on. Sometimes I'm curious to watch her try to teach me a lesson." He chuckled slightly, remembering your past expression and Drift, who stood like a lost organic puppy next to you.

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You turned, distracted by the two holoforms that were discussing something in the silence. Crossheirs solemnly spoke his words before approaching you, moving his belt under his cloak. You raised an eyebrow and coughed as Crosshair pulled a familiar object from under his green cloak. Drift peeked out from under his shoulder and rolled his eyes, squeezing out a pitiful groan.

"Question. Why did you take a machine gun?"

His hands folded on his chest. You stared at Crosshair from under your brow as he sucked in a ridiculous breath to restrain himself.

"You just threw it away like garbage. Why did you take it again?" Drift nodded, agreeing with you. "It's not real, but it's a toy for children"

"It's for Bumblebee."

"You're an idiot?"

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Optimus x reader | Age of Extinction

Ver 1.

[Autobot reader]

[Old draft]

[Not proof read]

Optimus stood with the last of the Autobots, hearing the distant rumble of another vehicle approaching the group. “Who’s that?” Tessa asked, gripping her dad’s arm tightly.

“Well, well,” Hound chuckled, a grin spreading across his face. “Who’s late to the party?”

As you got closer, you transformed from your vehicle mode, the shifting of metal plates echoing in the air. You stretched your body, feeling the satisfying click of joints settling into place, and looked ahead at the familiar faces. Optimus moved forward, his optics widening. “Thank the AllSpark,” he murmured, standing directly in front of you.

You placed your servo on his chest plate, feeling the warmth of his spark beneath the metal, and rested your helm against his chest, a moment of relief and reunion passing between you.

“His girlfriend?” Shane quipped, eyebrows raised in curiosity.

“No…” Cade shook his head slowly, his eyes locked on the tender moment unfolding before him. “His wife.”

“Sparkmate,” Drift corrected Cade, stepping forward. “It’s a connection that transcends time and space, a pure light of love that only comes once in a lifetime. Their sparks are intertwined, destined to find each other no matter the odds. It’s the rarest and most profound connection two Cybertronians can share.”

“Yap yap yap,” Crosshairs waved Drift off. “You didn’t need to go into detail for these pesky people.”

Cade looked up at the green bot and shouted, “Pesky or not, where’s your sparkmate?”

“Where’s yours?” Crosshairs shot back.

“Gone,” Cade replied, his voice heavy. “But out of all that, I got my beautiful little girl right here,” he said, pulling Tessa closer to him.

Tessa looked up at her dad with a mixture of love and sadness, wrapping her arms around him in a comforting hug.

“Optimus…” you sighed heavily, your optics dimming as you struggled to keep your emotions in check.

“I know,” he said softly, his voice a comforting rumble. He gently brought his servo to your faceplate, the touch grounding you in the moment. “I know.”

Optimus turned his helm, his optics scanning the area for any remaining threats before he began to lead you towards the others. His presence was reassuring, a steady anchor amidst the chaos.

As you walked, the weight of recent battles and close calls pressed heavily on your shoulders. You glanced around, taking in the damaged surroundings and the weary faces of your comrades.

When you spotted Bumblebee, his bright yellow armor scuffed and dented but his spirit unbroken. You made your way towards him, your steps quickening. For a moment, you just stood there, staring at him, taking in the familiar, comforting sight of your friend.

Without a word, you closed the distance and wrapped your arms around him tightly. Bumblebee hesitated for just a second before returning the hug. The embrace was a silent exchange of support and relief.

“Glad to see you’re okay,” Bumblebee buzzed through the radio.

“Same to you, Bee,” you replied, your voice muffled against his armor. “Same to you.”

[startheskelaton]

The Energon production and transportation team. I wanted to make the most confusing, dumb and stupid team known to man.

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Guys I’m so sorry for my inactivity, I know that I have a few requests and I’m working on those but I’ve just been super tired lately 😭

As a little apology I’d like to present you my general head cannons for the bayverse bots (AOE and TLK)

Bumblebee:

•Super sweet like I mean this mech would travel galaxies for you. He takes I love you to the moon and back to a whole other level.

•Once he accidentally saw you changing and he literally covered his eyes and ran away while making embarrassed little wiring sounds

•He LOVES taking you out on drives. It’s his favourite way to spend time with you. Drive through the countryside? YES! Drive through the mountains? ALSO YES! He just loves driving around with you.

•He seems like the kinda mech to play some corny ass love song if you’re upset. You could balling your eyes out and he’ll just start playing a song and you just look at him like “Are you actually serious right now?” But it’s okay cus he loves you so much and you love him.

•This one’s just for fun

One time Crosshairs mentioned something about having more “fleshies” around here and Bumblebee through a very large piece of scrap metal at him. Crosshairs literally tumbled down to the ground.

Crosshairs:

•He’s such an asshole like it’s really infuriating. Not asshole in like a mean way but if you do something remotely embarrassing he’s gonna remind you about for months. If you have allergies (like me😕) he’s probably gonna laugh his ass off as you repeatedly sneeze and say something along the lines of “this isn’t funny…” and the fact that your voice is all is all messed up just makes him laugh harder.

•He can actually be really romantic. I know he can’t take you out for a candle lit dinner but he’ll take you to beautiful places in nature and you two will just sit there and talk. He loves to take you stargazing, it’s just so peaceful. Half the time he isn’t even looking at the stars though, he’s just looking down at you with a smile.

•He’ll pick a fight with anyone, like I mean anyone. He even gets into fights with Drift (and normally looses). His favourite person to pick a fight with is Bumblebee though, he just loves to terrorize that poor yellow mech. You have apologized to Bumblebee on multiple occasions for Crosshairs actions.

•He’s actually super lovey dovey but won’t admit it. He’s constantly complimenting you and asking if you wanna spend time with him, he’s always carrying you around and holding you as if your going to disappear if he doesn’t cling to you for dear life

•This one’s just for fun

He stole one of Hounds grenades once and was like “Hey watch this!” and when you told him that it wouldn’t be a good idea to throw a literal explosive at a bunch of old cars he was just like “Nah I got this.” Well he blew up a large quarter of the junkyard that day and Cade was very pissed.

Drift (MY MAN😘😻):

•Drift is everything you could possibly want in a man. He’s so nice, caring, charming, nonjudgmental, handsome, intelligent, considerate, loyal and excellent at listening. However he does have a bit of a temper problem and can be quite stubborn.

•Drift hates seeing you upset, he will never forgive himself if he makes you cry. He’d do anything to make you feel better. If you’re upset he’s there to listen and give you advice.

•He loves taking walks with you, it’s his favourite thing to do and if you don’t wanna walk he’ll gladly carry you on his shoulder. If you wanna meditate or be with him while he’s meditating you better get ready for your wedding day because you basically just asked him to marry you.

•He adores you with all his spark, he thinks that he doesn’t deserve such a beautiful being like you. Get ready to constantly get showered by compliments and poems about how much he loves you. If you ever for once say something about how your insecure Drift will fix that in seconds! He’ll kiss you softly while murmuring praises to you until you have to say that you’re 100 percent fine now.

•For fun:

The mini dino bots were annoying him once and he tried to slice them in half. He almost succeeded until you walked by and all 3 of the little creatures hid behind you. Drift just kinda stared at you with a guilty expression, his sword still high in the air ready to strike. He sighed put his sword back as you scolded him for trying to kill the poor things.

Hound:

He’s not very romantic sorry guys😭

But he tries…sort of. He just doesn’t see the need in taking you out somewhere for a date night. If it bothered you and you told him about then he would actually put in some effort. He wants you to be happy so he’ll put aside his feelings on sappy romance and start taking you out on long drives through the countryside.

He’s really funny so if you ever feel sad just talk to him. He’s also good at giving advice, like surprisingly good at it. He’ll just give you a really good piece of advice and then act like he didn’t even say anything at all.

Sometimes he just drops random lore whenever you tell him story. Once you’re done talking he’ll just say something like “oh yeah that reminds me of the time I once killed 3 decepticons with my bare hands.” And you’ll just stare at him dumbfounded.

For fun:

One time Drift was pissing him off with his haikus and stuff so Hound grabbed his sword and just chucked it as far as he could. Drift just stood there, watching as his sword flew to the other side of the junkyard.

Once they heard the sword crash down into a pile of scrap metal Drift just gave him a nasty look and sighed before walking away to go get it back.

Bonus points because the sword almost Crosshairs.

Optimus:

He’s romantic but not in a cheesy way, more of in a “Let me buy you a very expensive bottle of wine so that we can take it back to your place and drink it over a candle lit dinner.” kinda way. Definitely a gentleman through and through.

He cares about you so much that it’s almost a little too much. He wants to know that you’re safe and sound, that you can sleep peacefully every night without a worry in the world.

He loves listening to you. He loves your voice so much. He’ll put you on his shoulder and let you ramble for hours. No matter what you wanna talk about he just wants to listen and be there for you.

For fun:

One time Bumblebee convinced you to go on a drive with him but he ended up speeding and running away from the cops. You called Cade and told me what happened and of course he snitched to Optimus. When the two of you got back Optimus was not very happy with you guys. Bumblebee got scolded for a good 20 minutes and you just ran away before Optimus could even bring up the situation.

Hot Rod:

Hot Rod is such a cutie, he’s so kind, loving, caring and romantic! He’s the definition of a true gentleman. “Hey Hot Rod can we go on a dri-“ you don’t even have to finish your sentence because he’s already in his alt mode.

He always talks about how much he hates his French accent but you love it. It’s charming, cute and it just sounds so good to you. He knows you love it and he uses that to his advantage. Whenever he wants something he’ll start calling you by amour and chérie.

He’s SO romantic, he could possibly be even more lovey and sappy than Bumblebee. Since he lives in a big ass castle where he can roam freely it gives him a larger variety of things you guys can do.

For fun:

You were in your room once and he came to see you, he tapped on the window and it just completely shattered. You jumped up from your bed and looked over at him and he stared at you awkwardly. For a while you just gave him a disapproving stare until he apologized and said he’ll find a way to fix it.

By the way guys I’m so sorry for not being active for a few weeks, but I promise I’ll get back to writing very soon!