#skyfire x reader

[rabotimagines]

its my cringe ass nae nae x reader blog i'll post my cringe nae nae drawings to it if i want to. just bunni

[revelboo]

Read Kups soft au about his human trying to learn self defense and the recent work with the bots watching some of the soldiers working out. So a thought came to mind of some of the care takers being there but doin their own lil thing... which is a fight club.

Cute! ❤️ 🤣 but so many of the Cybertronians probably wouldn’t love that or understand

Soft AU- Aggression

Skyfire x Reader

• What’s going on? There’s a crowd of Cybertronians gathered near the human exercise yard. Curious despite himself when he spots Swindle apparently making rounds to take wagers on whatever’s happening, his spark constricts at a yelp. And he’s striding over, frowning as he steps up beside Geomotus to make the smaller mech stumble sideways, his hands nervously fidgeting with something. Staring as he recognizes you, his wings flare when another human grabs you and you both go down, struggling and fighting. You’re being attacked.

• Back hitting the mat hard enough to knock the air from you, you’re driving the heel of your palm into your opponent’s gut and trying for their chin to make them reel back. Letting you break free and try to get back on your feet. Only for them to tackle your legs, arms hooked around you. Breathing heavily as you both struggle, you twist and make them let go to block when you throw a punch. And your opponent screams when they get grabbed by a leg and dragged away, nearly pulling your shorts off with them. “Skyfire?”

• Pulling the other human off you, he ignores the groans of the spectators as Geomotus rocks into motion, but stops short of touching the human who’d been attacking you. Guesses that one is his. Isn’t sure what happened, but hadn’t expected to see humans fighting like this when you’re all so soft and docile. Was this some sort of territorial dispute? “Are you hurt?” He asks, wings flared out aggressively as he offers you a servo to grab onto and right yourself.

• “We were just sparring,” you say, embarrassed as he rumbles a warning at Geomotus, as the smaller mech hovers near his caretaker but won’t or can’t touch them. Just watching in dismay as they struggle to their feet. Haven’t seen Skyfire angry before, but the low noise he’s making is definitely aggressive. Like he’s protecting you and it’s sweet even as it’s a bit unsettling from the calm bot. Hadn’t really thought about how the fights would appear to the Cybertronians.

• Sparring? This is some kind of training then? “Why?” He asks warily, glaring at the other human as they ignore him to reassure Geomotus as the other mech anxiously rocks on his peds. ‘For fun? Exercise?’ You say, sounding unsure. Like you’re nervous and it takes a klik to realize he’s making you nervous. Forcing himself to clear his vents and to stop growling, his wings relax. “I see,” he murmurs, embarrassed. Though really? He doesn’t see at all. You’re all so small, so fragile. Why risk injury to play fight? Is it how your kind figure out your social hierarchy? Had you been asserting dominance and he’d accidentally made you lose standing among the other humans by interfering?

[luxthestrange]

Couple Selfie!~

Pilot!Y/n X One the Trine

Y/n x TFP Arcee,Chromia, TFA Prowl Or Motorcycle Cybertronian partner be like...

AND if you and motorcycle cybertronian get spaekd,You're taking your motorcycle sparkling for their park walks-

Cybertronian*Holding their sparkling, who is identical to him/her*Babe...It's like your genes didn't even put up a fight-

Y/n*Who just gave birth*...

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Military: WE MUST FIND A WAY TO DEFEAT THEM!BUT HOW!?

Janitor!Y/n*Is mopping the floor*I mean, I got an idea...hear me out

Military:?? President:??

THE IDEA TO STOP CYBERTRONIANS FROM FIGHTING IN THE CITY'S

Military*Seeing it work*My god...you twisted son of bitch...

Janitor!Y/n*Just watching the live feed of cybertronians in pain*...heheh nice

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[skeletons-can-draw-too]

Could I request G1 skyfire and y/n? My gentle giant deserves some valentines kisses!

Our gentle giant deserves love too, despite it being very late😭

I’m also letting yous know that commissions will open next week and I’ll post on here when they’re open! :)

[starscreamer5]

He’s just a gentle giant. I love him.

Yes, Lewis sleeps in a giant beanbag in the Autobot base. They like to have him close to keep an eye on him.

[stupidfuckingwindow]

Multi-Character HC // TF

Content/warnings: Human/transformer, transformer/transformer, Galvatron. Reader is largely afab written but I did add/mention alternate genital read scenarios for a few characters. Crying, inappropriate times/places to be fucking, primal/fear play.

Characters: Galv/Megatron (g1), Mirage (rotb), Rodimus Prime (IDW), Starscream (tfp), Jet/Skyfire (g1), Dinobot (BW)

Word count: 527

Galvatron //

-Thigh man. In every sense. Have you seen him? Good lord. He loves when you fuck yourself against his thigh, and 100% makes you do so either in front of his troops- Or Unicron's decapitated head. To add insult to injury, he seems to have a thing for insulting and humiliating you for his own pleasure, and as a result he's completely insufferable.

Mirage //

•Valve/pussy eating KING. And.. An evil tease. Genuine worst on the planet who you want to- and should- wallop over rather helm. He'll make eye contact the entire time, smiling against your skin with an idiot all while holding you down by the hips and forcing you still so you have to rely on what he's willing to give. Mirage isn't all that different when he's sucking off a spike, though- Lazy pumps of the wrist and slow, easy smirks that tell you he knows everything, no matter how hard you try to avoid appealing to his ego.

Rodimus //

•His favorite thing in the whole wide galaxy? Spikewarming. Being ridden. Anything where he can sit back and, if you want or need it, let him take the lead. He likes to claim sitting on his spike while he works helps him focus, but if you were to read of his throwaway report drafts, it'd be a bunch of gibberish and keyspams. He usually breaks after a few minutes and just winds up fragging you on his desk, but being able to relax while he can is something he loves and always appreciates being able to do with you regardless.

Starscream //

-His wings are extremely sensitive, but you can't help reaching up and grabbing or pulling on them when he's giving you the spiking down of a lifetime. And every time you do, he pauses- Hip struts stuttering and vent catching in his intake as he shutters before getting right back to it- If only a little shakier and more vocal than before, but trying to hide it in your neck.

-Pretty valve. Always wet with transfluid when you pay attention to him, even before your hands are on his frame. He'll deny it ‘til the day he offlines, though.

Jetfire //

•Dacryphilia. It's not because of any hidden sadistic tendencies or reason, but because of the vulnerability of it- Crying during sex for one reason or another; You being emotional, feeling safe with him- Always gentle and tenderly wipes away your tears with his thumb before pressing a kiss to your lips and your forehead. Best aftercare out of this list.

Dinobot //

•There's no content for his fans on this hellsite, so I've decided it's up to me to provide. The picture of primal play. Did you think I'd say literally anything else? The mech wants to chase and hunt you down in the forest, tear your strange organic coverings off you, and frag you until the sun rises. What else can I say? It ticks all of his boxes in one go- He always wins, it feels good for the both of you, and Dinobot gets to satisfy his urge to hunt, as well as test himself in his own way.

[em-trashcan]

Thermodynamic equilibrium

Skyfire x reader, nsfw/ valveplug

Aka where skyfire fucks you hard and lovingly, because I need him carnally. Please excuse any editing mistakes, Tumblr is annoying with those.

🔞 Minors DNI or I'll steal your kneecaps 🔞

Inspired by @transformers-spike and @revelboo' s works, hope y'all don't mind the tags!

Skyfire leans over you, caging your body sprawled on the cushions, spike plunging deep.

One of his servos grasps your hips and belly closer to him, adding extra pressure right over the bulge he makes each time he presses in. His other arm serves as elbow prop to keep from putting all his weight over you, while his servos on that arm hold your chin tipped up, one digit teasing inside your mouth and you're all too compliant in sucking it through your moans.

It's a flimsy balance. Pressure keeps building in his struts with the need to go harder, deeper, to claim you thoroughly as he would another cybertronian. But care sets him back, fear of ever harming such a delicate frame. For more delightfully pliant it may be, he'd never forgive himself for harming you. Even if it's increasingly hard to maintain the line.Especially when those lovely sounds keep beckoning him, your pleading tone laced with arousal.

“yes, don't stop, sky!”

Your voice makes him swell with affection and burn with lust, reflecting in the way his engine whines higher, vents blowing hot and sputtered. Primal groans he's never made before spill out of his intake, you're intoxicating.

His thrusts never falter, maintaining a steady rhythm that carefully increases, shifts to adapt to your changes, the pitch of your voice, the way you shudder and curse at a particularly good angle shift.

“F-fuck, there!”

He's happy to oblige, lowering calculated weight over you, pining your body closer to him, adjusting so his chassis doesn't prod uncomfortably. The change seems to be effective as you lean up to him, an incomprehensible whine escaping your soft lips, and the sound goes right through him.

The new position doesn't affect only you it seems, he can feel you closer as your muscles tense and ripple with each of his thrusts, the soft velvety surface a sensation he can never tire of. He can feel you winding, meeting his thrusts with renewed energy. Close.

"You're doing so good sweetspark, this ok?"

He earns a moan in return, having forgotten his digit still inside your intake. He makes to remove it and you follow it, a gentle bite on the joint sending a pleasant jolt to him. He shivers minutely in turn, the change makes him miscalculate his next thrust, too strong- he realizes a nanoklik too late.

But before he can sputter an apology you're tightening around him with a spasm, the feeling so delightful you loosen your bite with a whine.

"More! please sky, please!"

"Didn't I hurt you?"

"Please!"

He obliges, trusting your judgement, quickening his pace to a fast and deep plunge. Your moans increase exponentially and flood his processor with pleasure.

He's close, must last longer.

But then your tiny arm snakes up to grasp his audial and he loses it.

A staticky groan rips out of his vocalizer along with a full body shudder.

"Frag-!"

Is all he can utter as warning before he feels the overflowing charge and his interface sensors overload, triggering his transfluid tank.

That also overflows, unsurprisingly.

Concern flashes him mid pleasure, the servo supporting your pelvis twitching as he tries to massage the increasing bulge there. The moan you let out in turn is melodic in the most carnal sense.

The delightful pressure around his sputtering spike increases tenfold as you meet your peak, sending new jolts of electric bliss.He's half aware of you still grasping his helm, the cushions, legs stretching with each thrust and trembling in your overload.

Primus forgive him, your valve is divine. The way it ripples around him, pulsing hot as he feels your own fluids join his own, changing the dielectric currents.It triggers a second overload, one which surprises you both as you gasp in unison.

The renewed burst of transfluid is considerably smaller, his tanks not fully replenished. Yet, Skyfire can feel the extra excess drip and spurt out from where you're joined, slipping on his legs and your thoroughly wet valve, aft and thighs.. such an utter mess, he distantly notes.

Though by your moans it seems you're not harmed, at least. He continues massaging your belly and softly thrusting until you both calm down and the only remaining sound is his vents and your breathing. You're laid down carefully into the cushions, no wonder very spent.

He murmurs your name as he spoons your back, nudging your head fibers with his nasal vent, enjoying the soft. Your scent is salted and musky, It brings him an odd feeling of accomplishment and possessiveness. He presses closer and you only acknowledge him with a groan, shifting to nuzzle him back.

"Are you alright?" He asks, voice muffled in your hair.

"Wonderful" a minute shudder punctuates your speech.

He rumbles, content.

“We should get you cleaned up”

He carefully pulls out, feeling the remaining transfluid dripping out. Ignoring that, you immediately roll over and wrap your arms around his neck.

"Stay... please?"

"I'm not leaving, dear” he shifts, half sitting half leaning on an elbow, his optics glow warm.

You shakily try to sit after him but he stops you with a gentle hand to your forearm, in the second it takes you to look up his thumb caresses the skin.

“We'll cuddle after” he reassures with one of his smiles, the ones so full of love you can't resist.

"Definitely" you reply, he leans closer and steals a kiss, leaning away before you can reach him with your arms again.

He unsubspaces his cleaning cloths, already damp with 'organic friendly cleanser' as he'd dubbed it.He waits for your nod before gently dabbing it onto your skin, cleaning the rough excess. A second towel takes care of the remaining, and a third clean one, scented suspiciously like your clothes softener, is the final touch. He proceeds to quickly clean his armor with a single bigger cloth, polishing skipped, before gathering you to him.

"Thank you" you murmur to him, not wasting time in reaching for a kiss.

He keeps it chaste despite your prodding tongue. Upon breaking, he can't help the small nib of your earlobe, the soft skin there alluring to him.You both exchange small kisses and questionably chaste gestures until tiredness and sleep catches up to you. Skyfire gathers your sleeping frame close, now on top of his, and unsubspaces your favorite blanket to drape over you both.

He falls into recharge easily, grounded by the steady rhythm of your organic heart resting right above his spark chamber.

[optimusxwbu]

Heyo, beautiful 🤩

I was wondering how you feel about Skyfire (gen 1) with an astronomer scientist reader. What if Skyfire gives them a ride out into outer space. I’m a both a sucker for outer space - especially nebulas - and for this gentle giant who’s “too large to be sneaking around.”

Thanks, ☺️

: ̗̀➛ skyfire x human reader sfw - 1.5k words

hello my love!! i hope you enjoy this, it was fun to write <3 it’s always my instinct to call him jetfire LOL i had to delete and retype his name LOADS djskdnfkdk

It's funny how life has a way of coming full circle.

From lying on the cold grass in your garden on starry nights, tracing constellations and pondering what stories the stars had to share, to growing up to be a respected astronomer. For you, the night sky was never just the sky, it was an entire universe in itself with promises that were bursting at the seams to be fulfilled.

Even though you have made all of your progress in your field, you never thought that something from the sky would actually answer you back.

You found him by pure chance at first. Couped up in your observatory well past working hours, you were tracking an anomalous signal. Whatever it was moved at a speed that was too fast yet too controlled to be something of natural origin, but was hurtling towards Earth nonetheless.

Of course, you'd heard of aliens. You've seen the UFO sighting social media posts, the stories of people being abducted, but you always believed it to be a fantasy or fiction. So when you physically went out and tracked whatever hit the Earth's crust, and your sights landed on something that was definitely of alien origin, you were stunted with surprise.

He was half-buried in sand when you came across him. He was large in stature, and almost human in appearance, except entirely made of metal. He was unlike anything you'd seen before, sleek and perfectly engineered, and too beyond human technology to be manmade.

It was then that you transported him back to your observatory and started to patch him up, repairing him with salvaged parts using your very basic knowledge of this kind of thing.

You've been inseparable since.

Right now, you're packing away different maps and starcharts into a cardboard box on top of your work station, whilst Skyfire sits behind you simply witnessing in silence.

"If you dedicate your life to studying the cosmos, why are you still bound to this planet?" He asks curiously.

"That's how it works for humans, we can't breathe in outer space without the proper gear, which I don't have," you answer.

"A pity. On Cybertron, I was able to explore the stars up close, and traverse many different nebulae," he tells you.

You fold the lid of the cardboard box, about to reach for your tape before you register what he said. You pull a quizzical look over your features, turning around to face him.

"You've been inside a nebula?"

"Indeed."

You huff a short laugh, shaking your head. You should've expected something like that, you suppose. Turning back around, you grab your tape to do up the box.

"What's funny about that?" He asks.

"It just isn't fair, that's all," you answer with no real edge of bitterness or jealousy in your voice.

"Why?" He probes again, genuinely curious.

"Because I've spent so much of my life admiring those things and studying them until my brain short-circuited. But you get to just fly through them," you tell him, again, not intending to sound jealous.

"I could take you?" He suggests simply. He doesn't consider it a difficult feat by any means. He could be up there with you in no time at all.

You slide the box off the workstation, placing it beneath where the filing shelves are before standing again to face him. You study his features, wondering if he's just pulling a joke.

"You would do that for me?"

"Of course. I am capable of orbital and atmospheric flight, so with the proper stabilisation, I can transport you safely. I can also adjust my cabin pressure for you and have oxygen supplied."

In truth, you believe he's mad. There's no way that's safe, every instinct in your body tells you so. It's dangerous, insane, and, not to mention, impossible. But you also once did not put much merit to the alien stories you heard, but here you are standing in front of an alien species. So, maybe not all is what you believe it to be?

You nod your head shallowly, a small smile painting your lips.

"Yes, Skyfire, I'd love to."

── .✦

Ascending into the atmosphere is an experience you will likely never experience again. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and you're savouring every moment. The raw power of his engines ignites with a steady rumble that reverberates into the cabin you're currently sitting in.

Clouds rush past, so quickly that they're mere blurs, like paintstrokes on a canvas. The sky darkens before you can even properly register that you've left Earth, and then, all at once, you're in space.

You gasp as you gaze out of Skyfire's front windows, taking it all in with your own eyes. You've seen these sights through telescopes, but never like this. This is something truly special.

The Earth curves beneath you, and now you can see it for what it truly is. A vast, blue sphere that is home to an abundance of life. It's beautiful from this distance, and now you see why astronauts fall in love with the job. You can't see wars from up here, you can't observe the damage that multi-billion-dollar companies have wreaked over the planet that so graciously hosts you.

This is your home.

Your eyes pull away from Earth, looking to the stars which are scattered across the backdrop. Their beauty is raw and powerful, completely unobstructed by any kind of pollution. You can see them as they were meant to be seen, utterly unmuted. Their beauty is reflected in your eyes, the astonishment dazzling in your perspective.

Without your telescope, all of this feels so real. It was as if you were always looking at it from a fixed point of view, but as Skyfire strolls through the space, you can see constellations warp and shift before your very eyes. It's breathtaking, all of it, and you appreciate Skyfire extending such a gracious offer to you.

"Where are we going?" You ask, noticing that he isn't stopping at all.

"Like I promised, I'm taking you to a nebula. One of my favourites."

If it's one he likes that much, you imagine it isn't in Earth's orbit. Who knows how long you'll be away from your observatory on this field trip?

Hours pass, or perhaps minutes, you can't be too sure. Time feels different out here, it has very little meaning. The stars stretch into streaks as Skyfire catapults through the ether at a speed faster than sound. You feel no effects of it in his cabin, able to admire the universe for all it has to offer from the viewing window.

As he starts to slow, you see a faint glowing light in the distance. You place your hands against his window, focusing your gaze. The colour grows, and grows, it blooms into the darkness as if reclaiming its space. Its rate of growth is magnificent, not ceasing until it finally encompasses everything.

You gasp again, realising that he's flown you both straight into the heart of the nebula. It's a cathedral of colour, myriads of patterns decorating it as though they're the stained glass windows. Vast tendrils of crimson and violet gas curl all around you, cradling you in a sacredness that is beyond your mortal comprehension. Newborn stars illuminate it like lanterns within, the light shimmering as though it's breathing.

"This is… Amazing," you say, struck with awe.

"More than you imagined?" Skyfire asks.

"Absolutely," you reply, still a little breathless. You're committing all of this to memory, you can't believe how beautiful it is up close. You feel imbued with a sense of deific wonder, kissed by something celestial.

"Your telescopes could never hope to fully capture the scale of this structure. Distant imaging simply isn't sufficient," he says. It's not an arrogance thing, or trying to demean your technology, which is light years behind his own, but just a simple fact. One you can't argue with.

He drifts you through it slowly, allowing you to take it all in as it was intended to be seen. To be enjoyed. To be explored and marvelled at. You're witnessing a fundamental process of the universe, creation on a stellar scale.

Skyfire has lent you the opportunity to see the universe for what it is, rather than getting lost in studies and equations. This is something some of your peers could only dream of. Not that anyone would believe you if you tried to tell them about this, but you're happy for this to remain an experience that only you and Skyfire share. It's more special that way.

"Thank you so much for this, Skyfire," you express softly.

"You're most welcome."