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in1-nutshell · 4 months

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Hi, How are you? I Hope you're doing fine

Could i get parent Animated Blitzwing with bot buddy made from an allspark shard who follows him around because he's the first things they saw? Their alt mode is a duck, so looks like a baby duck following it's mom.

They are very curious but also scared of everything, buddy helps Blitzwing by alerting of potential dangers but doesn't fight that much, normally opting for hiding or biting the autobots and then hiding.

Could i get a normal lazy day with those two?

I fully see the sparkling having the duckling fluff on them.

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy the sparkling with a duckling alt mode with Blitzwing: Slice of Life

SFW, Platonic, Hinted Familial, Cybertronain reader

TFA

Blitzwing doesn’t care about the jumpy sparkling.

Nope, not one bit.

He only allowed the sparkling to follow him seeing as Lugnut could accidentally crush them, Starscream would try to get them to become unloyal to Lord Megatron, and there was no telling what that technorganic spider would do to them.

He could have them stop following him at any time.

Anytime he wants it…

Starscream walking up to Blitzwing.

“Blitzwing I need the report from last week’s evening patrol.”--Starscream

Blitzwing hands him the data pad but pauses when he sees Starscream looking down.

“Starscream… the data pad?”--Blitzwing

Starscream smirks at him.

“You have a little… a little something on your pede Blitzwing.”--Starscream

Blitzwing looks down to see Buddy nuzzling his pede looking up at him with those big happy optics.

“Honestly Blitzwing it looks like you’ve gone sof—”--Starscream

Blitzwing freezes Starscream’s servos.

Starscream shrieks running off before the triple changer could freeze anymore parts.

Blitzwing looks back down at the duckling, who only sneezed and puffed up before going back to the nuzzling.

The sparkling loves following him around.

They are especially fond of using their fuzzy alt mode.

Icy says he’s indifferent about the small sparkling… but he doesn’t mind their company though. Better than having Starscream or Blackarachnia on his neck.

Hot head finds Buddy cute.

Too cute.

So cute that he wants to punch everything in sight, especially when they poof up.

Random loves having the sparkling perched on his shoulder or helm.

Blitzwing decides to take it upon himself to teach Buddy the ways of the Decepticons.

…

First attempt: Evasive maneuvers at high altitudes.

Blitzwing holding Buddy in the air.

“All right Buddy, you are going to copy everything I do, okay?”--Icy

Buddy happily quacks and nuzzles on one of his digits.

Icy is repressing the squeal Random is trying to make and the urge to punch from Hot head.

“Now observe.”--Icy

Blitzwing lets go of Buddy and transforms doing some light exercises.

“Did you see that—Where did you go?”

He looks down to see the sparkling falling while panicky quacking is heard.

The triple changer quickly dives down and catches the sparkling.

“…Note to self… sparkling wings don’t do well at high altitudes…”--Icy

Buddy cuddles up to Blitzwing’s chassis slowly calming down.

“Maybe that’s enough training for one day.”--Blitzwing

Blitzwing ends up taking the sparkling to the pond in a nearby park.

He just settles down near as he watches the sparkling play around with the other organic ducks and geese.

Blitzwing doesn’t trust some of the geese, especially the one that was trying to get Buddy to come with them to their nest.

After a while the sparkling comes back waddling up to his servo and just falls asleep on it.

He gently strokes the top of their helm while watching the sun set over the horizon.

#transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #tfa x platonic reader #tfa x reader #tfa blitzwing #tfa blitzwing x platonic reader

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house-of-kolchek · 1 year

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Dress (18+)

Leon Kennedy x Reader

gif is not mine but I'm still obsessed with it.

@chaosandbubbles I take your Taylor Swift prompt and raise you: "But what if it was angsty?"

Pls be nice I wrote this and did not edit it :')

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“Leon.”

He turned, clearing his throat, eyes searching for the familiar face belonging to that voice. You greeted him with a smile, your eyes bright as they found his. Leon grinned back, taking a few steps towards you, and stopping to look you up and down.

“You look great!” He reached a hand out, offering assistance in getting up to the stairs. A perfect gentleman.

Your ears burned, your cheeks growing pink, and you hoped that either your makeup, your hair, or the dim lighting of the hall would be enough to hide it from the man as you hooked your arm around his, allowing him to lead you into the party.

Leon himself was dressed very well, just toeing the line of appropriate for a work event. He was in a fully black suit, rather than the usual navy and white set he sported in the white house. His silky button down was open, showing off the skin of his collarbones, leading down to the first hints of his chest.

It wasn’t anything you hadn’t seen before, but it still had you practically buzzing.

“New dress?” Leon whispered as you made your way into the crowded banquet hall. The interior was lit in a dark wood, creating a warm, inviting aura. “I haven’t seen that one in the rotation before.”

You nodded, deciding against elaborating any further. The woman at the shop had complimented your appearance when you tried it on the week before, noting that it was just perfect for the occasion. The slit along the side rode up to your mid-thigh, exposing the strength in your legs and the flash of the complimentary heel you’d chosen. The dress made you feel strong. You would even dare to say it made you feel sexy.

Leon’s gaze hadn’t left yours, and you found yourself stuck in it. You’d found yourself caught in looks like this more recently. The softness in his gaze, the flicker of movement in his focus that was so quick you’d convince yourself you’d only imagined it. His looks like those made you feel special, like you were the only thing he was seeing.

And at the same time, his arm broke away from yours.

Your smile barely faltered, and you stayed put as Leon travelled throughout the room. In all technicalities, this was a work event, and so you found yourself seated at a random table with some other agents you recognized.

Taking a seat beside Ingrid, you greeted her with a smile, blushing as she raved over your dress. Idle conversation passed between the group, and you remained generally silent, listening in and chuckling at all the right moments. It was quiet enough and only slightly boring.

“What’s this whole gala celebration for, anyways?” one coworker of yours - Beth - asked. Her cheeks were rosy, clearly having been through a few drinks at that point. Ingrid pushed a glass of water in her direction.

“To recognize the accomplishments and importance of all the DSO agents,” she recited, remaining fairly monotone. You couldn’t help the snicker building in the back of the throat. Even Ingrid thought this was stupid - and that was saying something.

That itchy feeling of being watched washed over you suddenly, and you drifted away from the conversation. Lifting your head, you swerved back and forth until the offending pair of eyes were found.

Leon was standing in another group, all while his eyes remained focused on you. It was clear he was ignoring every word, as his lips twitched, and he flicked his fingers to the side in one of the ‘secret gestures’ you’d come up with over the years. Nodding your head, you watched his grin widen before he excused himself from the conversation.

It didn’t take long for him to arrive at your table with a drink in either hand. You took your designated cocktail from him, offering your thanks and stealing a sip of his whiskey. Leon rolled his eyes, moving to elbow you softly in the side, though you dodged away at the last minute. As you turned to face him again, you noticed his eyes flicker back up, from where they had been studying… something.

You raised a playful brow, willing the onslaught of heat to stay away from your face. It didn’t listen.

“How many of those have you had?” you asked, walking with Leon across the room. The conversations were starting to exhaust you, and you hadn’t even been present for an hour. You took a generous sip of your drink, allowing the gentle burn of the alcohol to warm your throat.

“This is only my second, mom,” he teased. You raised your hand up in surrender, before poking him in the side. It was easy, poking fun at each other and sharing those closer, tender moments that others wouldn’t even dream of.

As the night dragged on, Leon drifted between your side and a few feet away. You lost count of the mindless conversations, the bored jokes from the other employees who didn’t want to be there either. You had only made it through your second drink, glancing over to notice that your friend was on the tail end of his fourth.

He seemed a bit more loose - as loose as Leon Kennedy could get at least. Some of the smiles, the laughs he shared with other guests seemed even genuine. It was a pleasant sight to see, one that others didn’t get very often. Genuine, carefree smiles like that were even an uncommon occurrence with you.

You hummed as Leon’s hand found your back, gently interrupting your conversation. It drifted lower as he settled beside you, forcing some of the breath from your lungs. In that moment, you wondered if he knew the reactions he elicited from you, if it was a game, a sign, or if he was just innocent and clueless.

You didn’t get the chance to find out, as another man in a suit bumped into Leon’s arm, sending the last few sips of his drink spilling out of his glass, and straight onto your dress.

“Hey!” Leon snapped, turning to reprimand the offender as you muttered a silent curse, taking in the darkening amber stain against the pale fabric of your dress. Leon was quick to notice the stain as well, letting out a curse of his own as he searched for a napkin.

“Shit - I’m sorry.” Your name fell from his lips, his focus on removing the stain until you rested a palm on his shoulder.

“It’s fine, Leon. I can just get it dry cleaned,” you soothed, and he stopped his ministrations, though there was still a furrow in his brow. You glanced around the room, taking in the thinning crowd. “I think I’m ready to take off anyways. Are you good to drive?”

Leon paused for a moment, and you could see the gears turn in his head as he contemplated his level of sobriety.

“Probably not,” he admitted, letting out a weak chuckle. At least he was honest. You shook your head, bidding your coworker a quick goodbye and making your way towards the exit doors.

“C’mon, you can crash at mine.”

Leon followed behind you, muttering a quiet thanks as you lead him to your vehicle. It wasn’t the first time you’d let him sober up at your place overnight, though it was nice to see that he wasn’t overly drunk. He still seemed to have his wits about him.

Though he did seem particularly fond of staring at you while you drove.

“What is it?” You sent a glance to him from the corner of your eye. His gaze finally flickered away, towards the oncoming road as his lips pursed together. He seemed to be deeply in thought, and you glanced towards him a few more times before you stopped anticipating an answer.

You weren’t too far from your house, anyways.

“I’m really sorry about your dress,” he said again, and a quick glance confirmed he was looking at you again. You sighed.

“I promise, it’s okay.”

Leon was quiet, but his brows were twitching and there was a small frown on his face, as if he was truly upset about something. After a moment, you let out another breath. Maybe it was the way he’d been staring at you through the car ride, or at the gala. Maybe it was the little bit of alcohol in your own system. Or maybe it was just this build up of feelings you felt towards your friend of many years. The man who’d kept you sane, been alongside you at every achievement and fall.

“I only got this dress for you anyways.”

As soon as the words came out of your mouth, you begged God to return them. The silence felt loud, your clipped breathing turning into what felt like a scream.

“What do you mean?” Leon asked, his voice was low, growing raspy. Conveniently, you’d just arrived at your home, and you pulled the car into the driveway before you could meet his eye.

Were you really about to admit your feelings for the man? In the car, clad in a stained dress that you’d bought purely in hopes of silently catching his attention?

“You’re my best friend…” your words were tight, the rest of them dying on your tongue as you met his gaze. He was looking so intently at you, blinking slowly, his own mouth moving as if he were running a list of thoughts through his head.

And maybe he understood the words unsaid, because the next thing you knew, he was kissing you.

…

Leon had seen your room before. Many times, even. In the years you’d known each other, grown closer, Leon had seen nearly every aspect of your life. He’d seen your hungover mornings, your nightmares and your raging bedhead as you searched for coffee. He’d seen you fall apart and pick up the pieces to put yourself back together. Leon had spent many nights on your couch, even in your bed - on opposite ends with at least two pillows stuffed between you two.

But Leon had never been in your bed like this before. Not with a lusty look in his eyes and his shirt split open to the last button. He propped himself on his elbows, watching as you kicked your heels to the corner of your room. By the time you’d made it to the foot of the bed, he was sitting up, gathering the skirt of your dress and bunching it upwards as he wrapped his arms around your lower back.

“God, this dress. It’s driving me fucking crazy,” he whispered against your jaw. You had no time to be concerned by the slur between each word as his mouth found yours, capturing your lips in the messiest, sexiest kiss you’d ever received.

Your hands flew around his neck, streaking up into his hair. He hissed between your lips as you tangled your fingers between the darkening strands, scratching against his scalp and tugging at the ends. His teeth tugged on your bottom lip, his tongue briefly meeting yours before his kisses fell back to the corner of your jaw.

Leon pulled you forward, and you all but fell into his lap, the unexpected motion causing you to tug particularly hard at his hair. His head snapped back, but he made no indication of any pain. He merely groaned, tilting his head before he moved to suck a harsh mark into the side of your throat.

“Fuuuuck,” you breathed, letting your hands slide down over his shoulders, resting against his biceps. You felt them flex as his hands slid further up your back, dragging the fabric of your dress with it.

“Arms up,” he growled, and you listened. There was a brief loss of contact as the dress was pulled over your head, and as your arms fell back down to his shoulders, you couldn’t keep the blush from dusting across your cheeks. You opened your eyes, waiting to see Leon’s reaction.

But his gaze wasn’t on your breasts, your panties, or even the exposed skin of your stomach. His eyes were on yours, a little bit glossy and heavy with lust, but they held that glimmer; the softness that had been skipping your heartbeats for months, years.

You heard the fabric pile to the floor, and Leon’s warm hands rested on either side of your ribcage. And then he leaned forward to kiss you - gentle and warm compared to the searing ones he’d been offering to you all evening.

And only after that did his attention finally fall to your chest. His gaze darkened again, growing even hungrier than before as he wrapped one arm around you, using the other to brace the weight as he spun you to land on your back against the sheets. He leaned back, finally shedding the button down and offering you a moment to just look at him, clad in nothing but messy hair and a pair of black dress pants.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him back to the bed.

Leon fell over you, supporting his weight on his forearms as his lips attached to your collarbone. He left a mark just under the bone, trailing his lips downwards until he reached your breast. He ran his tongue flat against one perked nipple, tweaking it with his fingers before giving the other the same treatment. One of your hands returned to his hair, the other reaching under his arm to run your fingers along the strong muscles in his back.

He dropped his hips, grinding his core against yours and drawing a gasp from your lips. Your sounds only seemed to spur him on, as he repeated the motion, his lips faltering on your breast as a ragged moan cut through his throat. Instinctively, you drew him closer, meeting his hips, and digging his face further into your skin.

With a growl, Leon bit down on the spot just above your breast. You whined, throwing your head back into the sheets. His hand traced down the length of your abdomen, teasing at the skin of your waist, the line of your panties, until finally, two fingers circled your clit through the fabric. You let out a long breath as his tongue prodded against your skin, your senses catching as he pushed the fabric of your underwear aside to trace along your entrance.

“You’re such a tease,” you murmured against his cheek as he leaned up to kiss you again. You felt his grin on your jaw as one finger curled into you, wasting no time in prodding against that rough spot within you. You rolled against his hand, your clit brushing against the heel of his palm as he snuck another finger in, twisting and curling them together until you were panting, breaths hitching in your throat.

Leon’s breathy laugh warmed your throat, as his lips traced and sucked deep marks into your skin. Your grip fell to his shoulders, digging your nails in which each curl of his fingers. Your hips jerked to meet his hand, driving yourself further into a pleasure-seeking daze.

You muttered his name, and Leon tilted his head up to look at you. The lighting was dim, but you could still see the glassy, dazed look in his eyes. His gaze flickered across your face, landing on your parted lips, before his thumb curled against your clit, and you threw your head back as your release washed over you.

Leon looked absolutely drunk on you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, his hand stuttering in its movements before finally pulling away from your core. With a whine, you curled further into him, brushing the top of your thigh against the front of his pants. He groaned, his teeth sinking into the corner of his lip as you traced your hands from his shoulders, down along his solid chest. You traced the ridges of his abs, your stomach twisting again at the hard edges in his muscles - you’d seen Leon shirtless countless times before, but never had you been able to appreciate his dips and curves in his kind of way.

His patience seemed to fall apart at the seams, because the next thing you knew he was bucking against your thigh, digging his face into the junction of your neck and shoulder. He reached for his belt, freeing the buckle with a surprising swiftness and shimmying straight out of his pants.

“Can I?” he breathed against your neck. He was already prodding against your entrance, running the tip along your folds, your clit. With a gasp, you nodded, and he groaned. “Use your words, baby.”

Baby.

“Fuck- Just do it already!” you whined, and he wasted no more time in entering you.

Leon started with shallow thrusts, inching in deeper until he finally went flush against you. With a long exhale, he stalled for a moment, allowing you to adjust to the intrusion, and based on the scrunch in his brows, to hold himself back from the edge he was teetering on. And then he fell over you, caging you in between his forearms, and his hips started moving again.

Your senses were full - almost too full - because it was Leon. It was Leon and he was looking at you like the rest of the world meant nothing, and his lips were brushing against your shoulder and he was with you in the most intimate way.

And you let out a breath in his ear that sounded a lot like a confession.

—

When you opened your eyes, your senses felt like they were fuzzy. It took a moment to fully recollect the events from the night before. A stain on your dress, Leon unable to drive home, the sight of his clothes falling to the floor.

An arm tightened around your waist, bare and incredibly warm.

You felt Leon’s steady breaths against your hair, his nose digging between the strands. One of his legs was tangled between yours, and his also bare chest was flush against your back. He was still asleep, muttering incoherent gibberish under his breath as he seemed to snuggle further into your form. And it felt amazing.

You stayed unmoving and quiet in that position for a long few moments, your mind going over and over the night before, until Leon’s breath stuttered as he fell out of his slumber.

Your eyes were still closed when Leon shifted, a quiet grunt catching in his throat as he stretched. With your back to him, you could only hear the sharp intake of breath, feel the way his fingers brushed against your arm.

You heard the silent “Fuck,” under his breath.

There was something in that word, something with more substance. It was strained and low as if he was fighting against something. It sounded like that time he approached the president, laced with guilt over the bad news he was about to share. It reminded you of the time he’d really fucked up. Admitting to you how he’d thrown himself needlessly into a firefight, almost losing his life in the process. That guilt in his voice had your heart plummeting into your stomach. So you didn’t open your eyes. You didn’t move, regulating your breathing to the best of your ability.

Leon sucked in a breath, gently detangling his arms and legs from your own, and snapping the threads of your heart with them. You felt the soft structure of a pillow against your back as his warmth left the bed, and the sheets fell flat beside you. There was a flurry of steps around the room, another whispered curse. A short rustling of clothes and the ring of his belt.

Another long, pensive breath.

You stayed firm. You didn’t open your eyes until you heard the soft click of your bedroom door shutting.

And you didn’t hear from Leon for six weeks.

@obsessedwithtoomanythings hi I love you

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil

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that-damn-fouth-chaosemerald · 1 year

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝟏 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 (+ 𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥 𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫)

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×A/N×

Hi! I really wanted to write some LiS stuff, because I didn't write awhile of this fandom. 😅

I still love them very much! 🥺😭💕

Btw I will definitely do this with LiS 2 as well-

×❢ About my work ❢×

fluff!, everybody is kind, no assholes, really, just fluff, petnames, no pronouns used for Y/N (The Reader), the reader can be in a relationship with them!

Fandom: Life is Strange 1

Character(s): Max Caulfield, Mark Jefferson, Chloe Price, Warren Graham, Nathan Prescott, Victoria Chase, Rachel Amber, Frank Bowers, Y/N|The Reader, Pompidou (mentioned)

Ship(s): Y/N | The Reader x the characters

Type: Headcanons

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(The gifs, pictures are not mine! Credit to the original creator!)

𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈: by your side by flatsound

“Counting weeks

Getting more familiar with how you speak

While you're away from me

But I don't want to say goodbye

Because it's safer when I'm by your side”

Max Caulfield

Physical Touch

• she saw that something bothers you

• you are frustrated

• you opening to her with tears in your eyes

• she will definitely give you a tight hug and little kisses to comfort you

• and won't let you go until you are finally feel comforted

Rachel Amber

Quality Time

• chatting, playing on a train what nobody knows where it goes

• dancing in the sunlight

• going out in the middle of the night

• sneak into cinemas to watch free movies

• hiding and listening songs on the junkyard

• drinking and shooting ✨😌

• just feeling free with Rachel Dawn Amber

Chloe Price

Acts of Service

• if somebody hurts you

• she will definitely fuck that person up

• or at least threat them

• when you are feeling down, she will bring you to your favourite snack to cheer you up

• she even does the dishes as well 😳

Nathan Prescott

Physical Touch

• i know

• he doesn't seems that type of touchy people

• but trust me

• hugging each other as tightly as you two can

• it will definitely give both of them some comfort

• you guys won't need any words

• you just need each other close

Victoria Chase

Receiving Gifts

• almost everyday she surprises you with something

• some netro but cute pencilcase you saw and liked? No problemo

• want to wear matching outfits with your bestie but it's over 300 dollars? Where's the problem?

• You are really appreciate it

• but you often say that she don't have to do this

• but she just shrugs because she knows that you are happy from it

• and she loves it when you are happy

Mark Jefferson

Acts of Service

(i would give him the reveiving gift as well, but no sugar daddy mark yet-)

• he doesn't have that much time because he is a teacher ofc

• and there's the dark room as well

• but even if he is tired he does the dishes

• cooks you breakfast when he wakes up earlier than you

• (with a soft kiss!)

• when you are tired or sick he take cares of you

• makes your bed

• when you are tired he carries you to the bedroom

• helping you with the school projects

• (plus: kisses and sleeping together while watching a movie)

Warren Graham

Physical Touch

• I belive that this guy is the BEST at the comforting!

• will hold your hand to give you some motivation and strenght

• and will squeeze it to show that he is here with you

• for comfort he hugs, kiss and holds you

• "You are not alone Y/N. I'm here for you."

Kate Marsh

Quality Time

• study together

• drawing doodles on class when the teacher is not looking

• and giggling of them

• watching a movie or sleeping together after a long day

• listening stories from her of the Bible (even if you don't care, you just know that it makes her happy)

• helping her with the book writing

• writing cute messages on class for each other• bunny petting time

• just talking peacefully in her room about some random things

Frank Bowers

Words of Affirmation

• "You are too good for me, Dear."

• will hug you for comfort while whispering sweet and encouraging words in your ear softly

• he will listen you quietly

• will use Pompidou for the comfort and for the cuddles

• saying "I love you!" multiple times on a day

• "I love you, hon!"

• or

• "You look stunning as always, honey!"

• petnames all the time

• sweety, honey, babe and etc.

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