#crosshairs transformers

[monstertreden]

ᯓ DEFINITELY NOT ᯓ

-Reader: FEM reader (it's a tie between Platonic and Romantic, you choose) -TW: None, just some cussing and yeah, Crosshairs -Character: Crosshairs (Transformers Bayverse) -Summary: Crosshairs won't admit he started to show he has a soft spot for a certain human. -Word count : 1552 -A/N: I'm watching the Bayverse movies for the plot grrr. Had this in the drafts for a while, :) smash.

That night the normally bustling streets were eerily quiet, save for the distant hum of passing vehicles. In his vehicle mode, Crosshairs remained stationed behind an abandoned pile of metal junk, blending  seamlessly into the urban decay. He remained vigilant as he monitored the warehouse Y/N had previously disappeared into. All his sensors were heightened, ready to snatch her out of there should the situation took a turn for the worse.

There are too many… many unknowns. There are too many ways this could go sideways.

Besides, Crosshairs wasn’t known for his patience, pfff as if. He preferred his work to be quick—in, out, job done, anddd gone. So why the frag had it been—what? Ten minutes now??

His vents hitched, irritation creeping in as his comm crackled to life.

"You’re takin’ your sweet time in there, squishy," he muttered through the radio, tone sharp, like he was scolding her. "Hope you’re not lost. ‘Cause I ain’t got the patience to come dig you outta that maze."

The words came with a buzzing sound through Y/N’s earpiece. Inside, the warehouse was big and almost endless, resembling a maze where one could easily get lost. Fortunately, it seemed there was no one else inside of it. A few meters away Crosshairs continued to maintain close tabs on the whole situation, checking in on her every few nano-clicks. Right now,  Y/N was an unknown variable lost in an old Decepticon-infested warehouse-like maze.

"Careful now. I’d rather not have to swoop in and save your skin... Not that I’d mind the heroics, of course, you know me”

The massive warehouse stretched endlessly into shadowed corridors and towering steel boxes, one of which contained exactly what they were searching for: a piece of Cybertronian tech that would provide the Autobots an advantage against the Decepticons still roaming the Earth. Thus, for this mission, both Crosshairs and a human ally, whom the Autobots had come to rely on, were perfect for the task. However, it would only take one wrong turn, just one for her to get lost in there for hours.

"Yeah, yeah, I got it. I suppose it won’t be that far… You sure you don’t wanna come and hold my hand too?" The crackle of the radio carried her amused tone, a thin attempt to ease her overwhelming tension, though it did little to soften the weight of the situation…

Crosshairs scoffed, his engine roaring from behind the pile he was hiding. " Oh. please. If I held your hand, you’d surely never wanna let go." A few nano-kliks passed and his ego made him resist to make another call. No, no way, especially not when she’d just been teasing him.

Despite his words, he was keeping far closer tabs on her than he would care to admit. He told himself it was just strategy—just ensuring the mission ran smoothly. After all, if she got herself killed, he’d have to waste time looking for a new partner.  And worse of all? He’d have to sit through one of Optimus' long, exhausting and utterly boring monologues about duty, teamwork and yada yada.

Primus forbid.

He was better off alone, depending and checking on others was a waste of his precious time.

Not because he gave a damn about some squishy human.

Definitely not.

Something cut off his train of thought, a faint creak echoed through Y/N’s earpiece, sharp and sudden against the stillness of the warehouse. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but Crosshairs caught it immediately. Wasn’t she supposed to be alone in there-It was supposed to be an abandoned old base. The air quickly became heavy and uneasy.

"You still there?" Crosshairs asked casually, masking his concern.

There was a beat of silence before her voice crackled back through the comm. "…Still here. Thought I heard something, but it’s just an old vent."

"You better be hearing things," he muttered lowly, his voice laced with annoyance. Crosshairs meant it as a joke, but the thought irritated him more than it should. "I’m not babysitting you through this entire thing, squishy. Keep your head straight, find that tech and immediately get out of there,.. I’ll have your back."

He wasn’t used to this—caring, he quickly reminded himself. It was just because of the mission. She was useful. That was all. Right? Yeah, that was it, nothing more mh hm. After all of this, he would return to the quiet of his small hideout unbothered, back to his usual routine: no one to care for. No distractions.

“Hey- squishy you’ve been painfully quiet for more than five minutes now, the frag you’re doing-“ What Was she up to? Why wasn't she responding? Did she get herself stuck again?

Before he could speak again, he was interrupted, her voice crackled through, almost muffled with excitement. "I can’t believe it-!ah- I’ve found it!”

She was barely keeping her excitement. The tech. They'd been searching for it so long, and now it was finally in her hands. In her adrenaline rush however, Y/N failed to notice a step and almost bumped into a piece of rusted metal debris, her foot slipping as she tumbled forward unceremoniously. Fortunately, she caught herself at the last second, a muffled thud echoing through the comms as she quickly straightened herself, cursing under her breath. “dammit...”

Crosshairs couldn't help but snort. "You call that sneaky? Even Bumblebee's clunky servos are quieter."

It’s not that he despised humans, he was fine with them. They were strange, they amused him. Useful? sometimes. Annoying? mostly. But Y/N…? She was a pain in his aft in the worst—and somehow, best—way.

Primus help him, he was starting to care.

But he’d be damned if he ever admitted it.

Suddenly, a sharp ping from his radar pulled him out of his spiralling thoughts. His focus snapped back to the mission  “Get behind something, now.” Without hesitation he shifted back to his alt mode, making his way inside the warehouse.

“Quietly! Sneak. Quietly!” His words were followed by Y/N who barely had time to react before pressing herself against the cold, rusted metal of a crate, her breath hitching. The warehouse air felt heavier now, thick with dust and tension. Through the narrow gaps between the stacked cargo, she could just make out the silhouettes moving in the dim light—a tall, menacing, unmistakably Decepticon.

It was getting too close. Way too close.

Each step it took reverberated through the warehouse, the heavy clang of metal against concrete sending an eerie chill down Y/N’s spine.  If they so much as glanced in the wrong direction, it was over

His servos tightened in anticipation, ready to spring into action at a moment’s notice, but he hesitated as he glanced toward Y/N’s hiding spot. Primus be damned, he questioned why he felt such a heavy sense of responsibility for her. If he acted too recklessly, they could both find themselves in peril. “Stay put, sweetheart. I’ve got this,” he assured her, trying to keep his voice steady.

“This is exactly why I can’t stand bringing squishies along on dangerous missions,” Crosshairs’s focus never wavering from the task at hand. “Fraggin’ Cons…”

The plan had been simple—stun the enemy, get the hell out. But his thoughts were too tangled up in frustration to process the next step fast enough. Then—CRACK.

Gunfire.

From behind him.

Weapon in hand,she had the audacity to smirk. "What was taking you so long?" she bickered in a hushed whisper, tilting her head with faux impatience.

His helm tilted slightly, optics narrowing as he gave her an unimpressed look before scoffing. "Almost as good as myself." The words were laced with sarcasm, but there was the faintest hint of approval underneath.

Silence followed.

Crosshairs exhaled through his vents, his servos still tensed for another ambush. When nothing came, he finally turned to Y/N, his optics sweeping over her, assessing for any injuries. Satisfied that she was in one piece, he extended a hand, his tone losing its usual sharp edge.

"You all right there, lil’ partner? You’d better be, ‘cause I ain't dragging your sorry aft to your human hospital—"

"Yeah, yeah, stop washing yourself in your ego," Y/N cut in, rolling her eyes as she accepted his digit, using it to pull herself up.

Crosshairs grumbled something incoherent under his breath, but the way his optics flickered with relief was unmistakable. He barely gave her time to catch her breath before his usual bravado shattered, his vents cycling sharply.

Then, like a snapped cable, his entire demeanour flipped…

"Fraggin’ hell!!, you tryna give me a spark attack out here??" He vented sharply, though the relief in his optics was unmistakable. “Let’s get outta here,…cmon.. jump in”

He couldn’t even wait for a response; he had already transformed back into his sleek green vehicle mode, his front door popping open in invitation.

"Aww, I bet you’d miss me if I didn’t."

Crosshairs let out a low grumble as she teased him while he allowed her to slide into the Corvette’s sleek, leather seat. The engine roared beneath the hood, primed to bolt away from that place

"Sure, keep telling yourself that, kid."

As much as he griped about babysitting humans, this one? Yeah. He wasn’t about to let anything happen to her.

[katocheka]

I finnally ended up doing my crosshairs cosplay (human version) ❤️

I was able to put it on for the first time at angers geekfest 2025. and its my favorite cosplay so far (Sorry starscream)

I'll probably add more to it with time but right now im really happy with how it turned out

Only missing Blue lenses 😔

Silly me doing silly pics help

[saritamanyalu]

random drawing that i did while class

Drift, Crosshairs (c) Hasbro

[fandomsniper]

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

[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.

[quackfallbackhq]

Transformers Autobots Characters Fully Committing To It Now (NSFW DRABBLES?)

Oh, frag.

A whole week—seven nights—of nothing but them pressing you into the berth, their frame caging yours, their voice thick and hungry as they push deep, again and again.

They’re relentless.

Every night, you start off with some strength—but by the end, you’re melting, your body wrecked, your voice nothing but soft, breathless whimpers as they fill you over and over until you can’t hold any more.

And the worst part? You love it.

SMUT - you been warned

The characters are written down below are,, Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Ratchet, Jazz, Ironhide, Sideswipe, Crosshairs, Drift, Hound and Hotrod.

Optimus Prime

Optimus tells himself he should pace it—but the moment he’s buried deep inside you, the moment he feels you clench so sweetly around him, his restraint snaps.

Every night, he ruins you.

His thrusts are deep, deliberate, his servos pinning your hips as he watches your expression twist with pure, blissful exhaustion.

By the third night, your body practically melts into his, too spent to do anything but take what he gives. And Primus, that just makes him want to keep going.

“You asked for this,” he growls, voice dark, lips tracing your heated skin. “Now, take it.”

Bumblebee

Bee started off teasing—but by night four, it’s no longer a game.

It’s a need.

He worships you, his servos gripping tight, his engine revving as he loses himself in the way your body takes him so perfectly.

Every night, you end up a whimpering mess beneath him, your body trembling, unable to move, too wrecked to do anything but let him fill you up again.

And frag, that only makes him want to keep going.

“You’re so fragging good for me,” he groans, pressing his forehead against yours. “You still got another round in you, sweets?”

You always do.

Ratchet

Ratchet knew this was a bad idea—he knew you wouldn’t last the full week.

But Primus, you insisted.

And now?

Now, you’re spent, your frame wrecked, your voice no longer begging for more, but begging for a break—

But does he stop?

No.

His movements are slow, deliberate, his spark pulsing wildly as he watches you tremble beneath him, taking everything he gives you.

“You wanted this, love,” he rumbles, voice thick with possession. “So now, you’ll take it.”

And oh, you do.

Jazz

Jazz thought he’d be the one to tap out first.

He was wrong.

By the sixth night, you’re melting beneath him, your body weak, your voice a soft, breathless whimper as he fills you up again and again.

And Primus, he loves it.

“Too much, babe?” he teases, his smirk dark as he rolls his hips just right, making your whole frame shudder.

But the second you let out a broken moan—

Oh, frag.

He’s gone.

Ironhide

Ironhide warned you.

He told you a whole week would be too much.

But you insisted.

And now?

Now, you’re spent, your frame trembling, your voice a breathless whimper as he presses into you again, filling you completely.

He should stop. He should.

But frag, you’re so soft beneath him, so weak from taking him night after night—

And Primus, that only makes him want to keep going.

“You said a week,” he growls, voice dark as he thrusts deep. “So I’m gonna give you one.” his servos slide between the crevice behind her knees as he fold her nicely.

folding her knees to touch her shoulder plates as his hips snapped towards her valve.

Sideswipe

Sideswipe laughed when you first suggested it.

A whole week? There was no way you’d last that long.

But now?

Now, you’re melting under him, too wrecked to do anything but cling to his frame, letting him take what he needs.

And oh, he needs it.

“Aw, babe,” he chuckles, voice thick with hunger. “You’re so fragging wrecked, huh?”

And the second you let out a weak little whimper—

Oh, he’s not stopping now.

Crosshairs

Crosshairs should’ve known this would happen.

By the fourth night, you’re already spent, your frame trembling beneath him, your voice breathless as he fills you up again.

“You’re so fraggin’ soft now,” he murmurs, his servo sliding over your trembling frame. “Practically meltin’ for me.”

And frag, if that doesn’t make him want to wreck you all over again.

Drift

Drift had been gentle—at first.

But by night three, something inside him snaps.

You’re so soft beneath him, so pliant, your body trembling as you take everything he gives you—

And Primus, he needs more.

“You will endure,” he murmurs, voice thick with reverence, his movements slow but deep.

And oh, you do.

Each thrust send her though pleasure after pleasure, her whines make him increase each gentle thrust into more needy and hard ones, just by hearing her needy sounds made Drift himself snap.

But he shouldn't, not if they both have all week to continue on

Hound

Hound knew you’d be wrecked before the week was up.

But frag, did you look good like this.

Soft. Weak. Too spent to do anything but let him press you down, keeping you full all fraggin’ night.

And the way you melt for him?

Primus.

“You wanted this, sugar,” he rumbles, pressing a slow, deep thrust into you. “So now, you’re gonna take it.”

And frag, do you ever.

His large size makes her feel many things at once, the tight squeeze he feels when he would grind back in makes him full on shudder.

HotRod

Hot Rod thought he was the one in control.

He was wrong.

Because now, you’re so wrecked, so weak beneath him, your body trembling, your voice a soft, breathless whimper—

And frag, he needs to fill you up again.

He should stop. He should.

But with you this soft, this wrecked, he just can’t help but press a slow, deep thrust into you again.

“… Just one more,” he mutters, knowing damn well it won’t be.

And frag, do you let him.

notes - ahhh.. I suck at drawing transformers bots..

[drunkenmantis]

Doodle requests

[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

[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-

[doctorsilverhead]

📱Autobot Chat – 🚨(Private Channel)🚨 Yandere Optimus X Human Reader!

[You]: Okay. I’m just gonna say it. Optimus is acting WEIRD. [Drift]: Define "weird." [Crosshairs]: Oh, I dunno, maybe the fact that he GROWLED at a human who tried to talk to them today? [Bee]: [distorted radio noises] He did not just growl. He also picked them up and carried them away like a damn dragon hoarding treasure. [You]: YES. THAT. CAN WE TALK ABOUT THAT. [Optimus]: Why are you all discussing this behind my back? [You]: … Optimus, how long have you been in this chat. [Optimus]: I am always here. [Crosshairs]: … That’s not creepy at all. [You]: Prime. Buddy. Listen. You cannot just pick me up and walk away when people talk to me. [Optimus]: They were unworthy of your attention. [You]: BRO. IT WAS THE GAS STATION CASHIER. [Drift]: shakes head in ancient Cybertronian disappointment [Optimus]: They were looking at you too much. I will not allow such disrespect. [You]: LOOKING. AT ME. THEY WERE GIVING ME CHANGE. [Bee]: [concerned beeping] [Crosshairs]: Damn, mate. That’s rough. When was the last time Prime let you out alone? [You]: … I don’t wanna talk about it. [Optimus]: It is unsafe for you to be alone. Try to stick around me. [You]: THAT’S NOT HOW THIS WORKS??? [Optimus]: Everything I do is to protect you. And yet you resist me. [You]: resist you?? MY GUY. YOU TRAPPED ME IN THE BASE LAST WEEK. [Drift]: [sips energon like tea] [Crosshairs]: LMAOOO YOU ON HOUSE ARREST?? [Optimus]: It is for your own good. [You]: Y’ALL. HELP ME. [Bee]: [more distressed beeping] [Crosshairs]: Nah, I wanna see how this plays out. [You]: YOU TRAITOR. [Optimus]: Do not worry. No one will take you from me. [You]: THAT’S NOT REASSURING. [Optimus]: It wasn’t meant to be [You]: HELP.--- END CHAT. 🚨

[saritamanyalu]

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

Crosshairs, Megatron (c) Hasbro

[kalixora]

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.”

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