For You A-holes!

[Indie Tyran Crosshairs] [Rp only in TF fandom- Selective] [Tracking triggerhappyjerk]

[steelandslobber]

Round two...

[steelandslobber]

Turning and ducking beneath the brush she wound her way around the small thicket, soon there would be no more shelter and her only option would be to make a break for it.  Another round a bullets flew near her helm one striking her rear flank causing her to yelp.  

She could not stop to lick the wound Crosshairs was closer then she thought. Ducking behind a tree her frame heaved, definately getting a run in for sure. Seeing that the trees were thinning she decided to make a break for it, half way across the thinner section the loud thumping noise of a helicopter was coming form behind her..not good. That damn Drift, she forgot about his second mode.  Pushing a burst of speed she weavee back and forth hoping the mech was not armed in this mode.

[triggerhappyjerk]

Relaying information from above to the grounder rushing through the trees below, Drift followed along just behind the techno organic. Following the Steeljaw's signature, he guided the snarking paratrooper through the organic mess until they were once again on tree-less ground– or at least until another opening presented itself.

Rushing through the unsurprising tight knit area– feeling tree branches and other organic matter whipping past and scratching against his frame– Crosshairs did his best to catch up to their elusive target. Vision and aim impaired by the trees, he wasn’t able to take a clear shot at the beast's bounding form. That fact irritated the sharpshooter to no end, but he continued onwards. The last time they had an encounter, he’d followed Drift’s advice and let the mutt live. This time, if he had a clean shot, Lockdown’s pet would not receive a second blessing.

::Oi, Drift, is there any clearin’? We need to get this lil’ shit outta ‘ere so I can fuckin’ shoot.::

::Hai, Crosshairs. A little further.::

Drift dropped in lower, causing the trees to begin bending downwards, branches whipping back and forth from the rotaries of the helicopter. As soon as he'd locked onto her approaching form, gunfire erupted.

[neworleansdarling-archive-blog]

Repetition. Endless cycles, of smiling, laughter, and down  into screaming. A rollercoaster taking her heart high and  dropping it, only to catch it once more. Stealing coherent  thoughts from her head and the air from her lungs, and  she only pulls him closer, flush against her body. But  never close enough.  She is an earthquake. Shaking him to the core, and he a  tsunami- crashing down upon her in waves. Knocking her  off her feet, and leaving her grasping him as tightly as she can. Back against the wall, and lips busy with his own,  some consciousness at the back of Desiree’s mind loves when he gets like this– and she wants it all. She wants to  take it out on him, and she wants to feel it. Nipping at his  lips and pulling him down closer, tugging at his shirt and  dragging him as close as she can.

[triggerhappyjerk]

Two forces of nature collide, trying to outdo the other in their furious dance, only to fuse together in a symphonic beat. He pushed her, and she pushed him back; Crosshairs thrived off of it, her unwillingness to back down. It was enticing, luring him in and never letting him go even as their argument dissolved into a heated lip-lock.

Gone were the soft caresses and gentleness he exuded before, born were the underlaying roughness and uncontrollable passion that consumed his thoughts. As her hands gripped his navy blue shirt, demanding him closer, the gunner obliged and pressed her firmly against the wall. While one hand remained buried in her hair, the other found its way up her side. The hologram’s lips broke from their intense kiss and he begun moving down Desiree’s neck, rough stubble brushing against soft flesh.

[cosmicrepairs-a]

+ triggerhappyjerk

[cosmicrepairs-a]

“Soooooo, THIS is the infamous robot boyfriend Des has been telling me about.”

[triggerhappyjerk]

“An’ who the hell are ya?”

[arrow-fanatics]

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[neworleansdarling-archive-blog]

triggerhappyjerk

[neworleansdarling-archive-blog]

It’s something trivial– it usually is, that starts these storms. Careless words thrown about become tinder, and both fires in human form don’t take long to lose control. Angry words  fly like lightning strikes, screaming and yelling like thunder  that rocks the whole house. Soldiers on the front lines, as  they hurt the other, verbally until she can’t hold back and  she physically slams against him. Pushing at his form as  she screams, but time and time again she finds herself  locked against him, and her lips find his faster than he can  spit out a comeback.  Angrily, forcefully. Fingers tangling in cropped locks and  dragging his mouth against her’s, and she wants closer.  It’s greedy, but she needs to feel him, she needs him. He  makes her lose control, yet keeps her head above water  and it’s addicting. 

[triggerhappyjerk]

Consumed by fury and condemnation, whatever self control he mustered in the past to avoid bouts like the one they were currently drowning in, extinguished long ago. Scathing words and snide commentary slipped forth from his holographic lips of his before he could process the meaning behind them. She dished them right back, as expected, and the match escalated until he felt his back pressed against the cool wall, her soft lips crushed against his own. 

Crosshairs immediately pressed back with force; his fingers delved into waves of untamed hair as he flipped their positions and pressed her against the wall with his larger body. The uncontrollable fire that fueled them both was also the passionate heat that melded them together. He was lost within that burning desire, one which could only be summoned and calmed by her.

[txssyeager-deactivated20150807]

After seeing the holoform appear Tessa felt herself her jaw unclench from trying to bear the injury. Muscles relaxed a bit, but the stinging pain was still fixed on her shoulder. “Fine,” she muttered, walking to the house with a hand over the bloody gash. “I don’t know them by the way. So you can forget about chasing them.”

[triggerhappyjerk]

Crosshairs’ only reply as he followed Tessa was an noncommittal grunt. Forgetting about chasing them down, perhaps for the moment. Yet forgetting about it entirely was not going to happen. He still waited to hear who this 'them' was. Opening the door for the young woman, he waited for her to enter the home before he’d follow up behind her again.

[triggerhappyjerk]

Lays on

Sharp tipped digits glided over black shoulder plating. “How ya doin’ old mech~?”

[comin-in-cannons-blazin-archive]

The old mech let out a slight moan when he felt the digits brush over a sensitive wire cluster. He gave a particularly rough nip to the other’s neck before moving to place a kiss on his lips. “Yer not inta sharin’, huh? Guess a threesome is out of the question~” Ironhide purred, nuzzling into Crosshairs’s neck.

[triggerhappyjerk]

Intakes hitching when Ironhide bit roughly on his neck– something Crosshairs enjoyed immensely– he smirked into the kiss. “Damn right, yer all mine.” Without a warning, he flipped their positions and ran his right hand down a strong thigh while his left forearm came to rest to the side of Ironhide’s black helm. “Think I wanna see anyone else havin’ ya like this?” The gunner fixated the Topkick with a heated look before his lip plates descended onto Ironhide’s chassis, kissing up it before they latched onto a larger neck cable, worrying it.

[mslightningprime]

he’s just beautiful <3

[txssyeager-deactivated20150807]

She sniffed, shaking her head while wiping her tears away. “I can handle it.” A hand slowly rubs the hurt shoulder. Blood was already starting to stain the fabric of her white shirt and Tessa had the make sure to wash it good. “If I tell you what happened will you promise me you won’t lose it? That you won’t hunt them down?”

[triggerhappyjerk]

Could he make a promise like that, to reassure Tessa that he wouldn’t go after whomever had harmed her? “I won’t go chasin’em now but if I ever see’em, it won’t be pretty.” It was a grave understatement of what would happen, but those words would suffice for now. 

Witnessing the blood stain her white shirt, and regardless of what she said, Crosshairs couldn’t let the young woman go about patching herself up single handedly. His holoform materialized and he motioned his head towards the house. “C’mon. Ya can tell me as we get ya cleaned up.”

[cxmocxmmando]

✖ || That Crosshairs was willing to stay with him - at least, so far - was nothing short of a miracle in Hound’s view. Especially given how their relationship had stood beforehand.       “If I did, it would be a one way trick, kid.” Just shifting his weight on his wheels was causing more pain, and he tried to hold as still as possible, wanting to mitigate it. The last thing he wanted was to make everything somehow worse.        Transforming may have been out of the question, but maybe he could just try to wait it out? Just a few moment’s rest, and that’s all that he needed. Then he could push on for the 45 minutes left, and he and Crosshairs would be back to safety before any other malicious humans could show up.        He didn’t notice the small trickle of energon - blood, not fuel supply, though it was hard to tell in the dark of night - dripping down over his back tires. 

[triggerhappyjerk]

“Alright, transformin’ is not an option,” he rolled forwards some and that was when liquid touched his wheels. At first, he thought nothing of it, and then when rain was instantly ruled out in the Texas dry heat, the paratrooper initiated his own– shaky– transformation. Compared the commando, it appeared that he’d fared better post the firefight. Fingers scraping against the moonlit asphalt nearest to Hound’s rear tires, he felt the slight warmness of the energon, symbolizing it’s recent internal processing.

“Yer bleedin’,” he muttered as his gaze followed the steadily dripping trail. Though he wasn’t a medic and lacked their careful observation and knowledge, the marksman knew it wasn’t a good sign that internal repairs had yet to staunch the injury till more detailed work could be completed. “What’s yer energon readin’ givin’ out? Don’t tell me yer gonna croak now old mech, we’re almost back.”

[daddydevito]

[neworleansdarling-archive-blog]

Her heart seems to stutter within the cavity of her chest,  and she stills for a few seconds. Breath caught in her  throat, and her fingers stop, as those words are whispered  to her. Words she hadn’t had the courage, but it has her  stunned to hear them– because even after imagining  saying them, and imagining hearing them, was nothing  like the real thing.  Looking up at him, she can’t stop the liquid building up  in the corner of her eyes. And her lips tremble as she  smiles. “I love you.”

[triggerhappyjerk]

The liquid build up in the corners of her eyes failed escaping his careful gaze and a tipped digit lightly brushes against Desiree’s soft cheek. “C’mon now Sweetcakes, don’t go pullin’ those tears on me.” The visual outpour of emotions from her he understood clearly, and it made him ecstatic that she felt the same. Crosshairs couldn’t deny that the three words she spoke struck him deeply in his spark; his spark which reached towards the lighter weight on his chassis.

[askblackcomb]

Keep reading

[triggerhappyjerk]

About to protest vehemently at being carried in such a manner, his protests halted on the tip of his glossa to the lips upon his own. Not one to be outdone– and to get back at being carried– Crosshairs pressed roughly back into the kiss until he was deposited onto Blackcomb’s berth. Sitting up, legs hanging over the side of the berth, he rested his right forearm against his thigh plating as he watched the show, fixating on the prize in front of him.

He enjoyed a good show, and it went without saying that his soon to be berth partner performed exceptionally. Crosshairs’ blue optics dimmed in clear arousal with each revealing of the gymnasts enticing form and pleased smirk pulled at the paratrooper’s lips. His gaze trailed over Blackcomb’s form, moving down till they landed on the semi-pressurized spike. The gunner’s accented tone was accentuated with lust, “Fuck yer hot. How ‘bout ya bring that frame of yers right’ere?” Patting his lap expectantly, Crosshairs rose an optic ridge.

[triggerhappyjerk]

Lays on

Sharp tipped digits glided over black shoulder plating. “How ya doin’ old mech~?”

[comin-in-cannons-blazin-archive]

A laugh escaped the mech when he felt Crosshairs smirk. He arched his back unconsciously at the touches, pushing his rear back when he felt the servo touch there. He broke the kiss with a bright, teasing glint in his optic. “Gettin’ possessive, are we?” Ironhide purred and moved his helm to place a kiss on the emerald mech’s neck plating before lightly nipping at cables.

[triggerhappyjerk]

“Can’t help it mate. I like what I like, an’ I’m not into sharin’~” he rasped and angled his helm slightly to the side, giving Ironhide’s mouth more room. Thoroughly enjoying the attention he’s receiving from the older mech, Crosshairs hummed in approval. 

One hand remained on Ironhide’s aft while the other started exploring again. His fingers could not stop wandering over the form above his own however. Each crevice between plating his digits could slide over and slip between to stimulate the wires hidden underneath he did– especially those located around Ironhide’s hip plates and inner thigh.

[txssyeager-deactivated20150807]

“No! ” She shouts, carefully covering the wound. “You can’t tell anyone. No one, okay?” Before she knew it tears were going down her rosy cheeks, afraid she would be in even more trouble if someone else knew. “It was just an accident.”

[triggerhappyjerk]

As soon as the tears formed and rolled down her cheeks, Crosshairs’s mouth snapped shut. Shit. He shouldn’t have gotten that riled up and rose his voice at her. “I promise, I won’t tell anyone Tessa.” Crouching down to her level, the paratrooper’s voice leveled back out as he reigned in his bubbling emotions. 

“What was an accident?” He pressed again. "An' do ya want some help cleanin' that up?"

[haiku-bot]

cxmocxmmando & triggerhappyjerk

[haiku-bot]

        you’re both in SO much trouble.

[triggerhappyjerk]

[uh-oh B);;; ]

[txssyeager-deactivated20150807]

She gulps before lowering her sleeve so he could see the bloody scar on her shoulder. The young Yeager only dared to reveal half of the injury, worried the mech may get mad. “So maybe it wasn’t just a scratch.”

[triggerhappyjerk]

Mad was an understatement, Crosshairs was livid with worry when he saw half of the bloody scar. What did the rest of it look like? “Ya think? The hell kinda scratch is that? That’s a fuckin’ wound Tessa, what the hell happened? I need to get ya to a medic.”