#( Leon || musings )

[little-sw33tie]

I LOVE TRANS PEOPLE

I LOVE SKINNY TRANS PEOPLE

I LOVE FAT TRANS PEOPLE

I LOVE MUSCULAR TRANS PEOPLE

I LOVE DISABLED TRANS PEOPLE

I LOVE TRANS PEOPLE WHO DON’T OR WANT TO TAKE HORMONES

I LOVE TRANS PEOPLE WHO CAN’T TAKE HORMONES

I LOVE TRANS PEOPLE WHO TAKE HORMONES

I LOVE TRANS PEOPLE WHO HAVE AFFIRMING SURGERIES

I LOVE TRANS PEOPLE WHO DON’T WANT OR NEED AFFIRMING SURGERIES

I LOVE TRANS PEOPLE WHO CAN’T HAVE AFFIRMING SURGERIES

I LOVE TRANS PEOPLE THAT ARE APART OF SYSTEMS

I LOVE NON-HUMAN TRANS PEOPLE

I LOVE TRANS POC (THIS INCLUDES MIXED POC OF COURSE!)

I LOVE TRANS WOMEN

I LOVE TRANS MEN

I LOVE TRANS PEOPLE OUTSIDE THAT BINARY

I LOVE PEOPLE WHO CALL THEMSELVES TRANSEXUAL

I LOVE STRAIGHT TRANS PEOPLE

I LOVE GAY TRANS PEOPLE

I LOVE AROMANTIC SPECTRUM TRANS PEOPLE

I LOVE ASEXUAL SPECTRUM TRANS PEOPLE

I LOVE NEURODIVERGENT TRANS PEOPLE

I LOVE BEING TRANSEXUAL

I LOVE HOW DIFFERENT WE ALL ARE

I LOVE TRANS PEOPLE

[anininas]

Screenshot redraws because I'm being nice to myself today

[comatosebunny09]

kindle | leon k.

genre(s): romance, friends to lovers, modern au

warning(s): language, mutual pining, soft boi leon, stream of consciousness

Leon does these things that confuse the hell out of you while you’re on missions or around the office. You’re his partner—work partner—but sometimes you feel like a little more. More than the younger sibling caught beneath the shadow of an overbearing brother. 

You don’t really know where things are going because he’s made it glaringly obvious in the past that he doesn't mix work with pleasure. However, something’s clearly shifted in your relationship as of late. Yet, you can’t, for the life of you, pinpoint what it is or when it happened. 

Oftentimes, you catch him gazing at you in your peripheral, a fondness inhabiting his eyes like you’ve never seen with the slightest quirk to his lips. That softness remains when a battle-worn thumb swipes blood from your cheek or rubs grime from your jaw. 

Sometimes, he holds your chin between his fingers and tilts your head this way and that—much to your chagrin—to make sure you’re devoid of injuries. Though, you never miss how his irises glitter like the sunset against sea waves, and his lips part a little as he relinquishes the softest, most relieved sigh to the air. And sometimes, you stand like this for eons, confused yet enamored, until the wet garble of a zombie springs you two apart. 

You never miss how a cautious hand finds the small of your back while you’re hunched over paperwork at your desk. How it burns through the thickness of your blazer, causing your heart to work overtime. And Leon beams so boyishly, bowing over to swaddle you in his warmth and cologne as he quips how “you’ve got your work cut out for you.” Yet, as much as he hates filling out reports himself, he stays until the moon sits high in the sky to help you finish. 

He always walks you to your car afterwards, arguing that, shit yeah, you can handle yourself. You suplex the undead for a living. But he’d fling himself off a cliff if his dear partner got snatched up in the parking garage. And he always lingers around a little longer after you pull off, a tender smile cresting across his lips in your rearview mirror. 

But he’s your partner. He’s supposed to do things like that, right? 

Like, he’s supposed to bring you food when you forget to eat—which is quite often. He’s supposed to show up to your apartment to check on you on your days off, promising his company, booze, and terrible romcoms. Supposed to hold you in your bed until you surrender your consciousness to the pretty little girls of slumber. And maybe, just maybe, it’s standard for your partner to kiss you quietly behind your ear and embrace you tighter when you squirm and chuckle and sigh wistfully in your sleep.

Through the wispy haze and the grogginess and the darkness inhabiting your bedroom, you shift to gather his cheeks in your palms—maybe you’re awake. Perhaps you’re still lurking below the shadowy depths of sleep. Who knows—and you kiss him. Cautious, but you kiss him. And though he’s initially thrown off kilter by the suddenness of it all, he relaxes against the suppleness of your lips. And his brows furrow as if he’s waited millennia for this moment. And his throat crackles with a quieted, hoarse sound as his hands perch on your hips, drawing you ever closer until your wrists cross behind his neck, and—

And…

Well, this is totally normal. Right?

part 2 >>

[innovatorbunny]

jalter's gonna have some stiff competition against leon s kennedy for white woman of the year award

[lovely-hikari-cosplay]

Abbacchio doodles because I felt like drawing but also did NOT feel like drawing

[choccy-sippy]

Been putting my printer to good use guys

[chronosbled]

{ Not me adding Leon S. Kennedy to the muse roster at some point because Binx ( @angelatelier ) asked me to. }

[olligane]

haha i haven't used this account in so long. doodle dump time. mostly Dante Devilmaycry cause he's been on my mind. hugs and kisses.

[karnakian]

[little-sw33tie]

COMMISSIONS : OPEN

You can contact me through Tumblr, Cara or Ko-Fi!

When/If you dm me to discuss a commission please have a general idea of what you want, characters, pose ideas, references, outfits, ect at the ready! You can send as many references as you want, the more the merrier!

(Please note I do fandom, self-inserts and original characters! I also can’t work with mood boards, sorry!)

SLOTS (1/3)

1- TAKEN

2- TAKEN

3- OPEN

[fashion4standusers]

model Marcus Law

[comatosebunny09]

untitled | leon k.

warnings: smut, loss of virginity, female reader, p in v, language, pet names, soft leon, stream of consciousness, short af

had this mashup on repeat, and i just couldn’t move past this imagery. thank you for reading, lovely. ❤️

He fills the space between your fingers with his, gentle and reassuring, rooting you to the mattress. 

Molten tears prick the corners of yours eyes, brows knit, lips parted with wet exhalations. He chases your tears with chaste kisses, whispering pillow-soft affirmations through the static of your ears.

Doing so good. Taking me so well. My pretty baby. Stay with me, okay?

He’s a hulking shadow of concern, balanced on muscly arms. Paints a pretty cutout of disheveled locks and startling blue eyes amid the room swathed in moonlight. Radiates a blistering warmth that singes your innards whilst sweat gathers on his temple, drip-dropping onto the ruffled sheets.

Breathlessly, he murmurs, “You alright, sweetheart?” Knows you’re not if the shallowness of your breath is anything to go by. If the wince of your eyes serves as any gauge. But you’re a big girl. Stubborn as all hell, but you manage a nod despite the pain coursing through your nether regions. 

His hips stutter as he tries to remain perfectly still. Your thighs shakily wound about his waist, and your heels digging into the divots of his back don’t help matters. But he’s a patient lover. Waited this long to have you. Ravage you. Split you in twain.

What are a few more moments in tortuous bliss?

Through the Gaussian blur of your vision, you know he’s trying his damnedest not to thrust further in. Not to dig a little deeper, spearing you with his delicious girth, dredging the most sinister of sounds from the bowels of your belly.

Your throat rumbles with a pathetic keen as you pulse around the head of his cock, drawing a wet hiss from swollen lips. His forehead finds the curve of your shoulder. He pants there. Fights a battle within, wrapped in the luxury of your womanhood.

“Fuck,” he chuckles, allowing the weight of his torso to anchor yours down. “Keep sucking me in like that, and I won’t be able to last.”

[innovatorbunny]

leon kennedy is so funny because he's the most sexless character in existence but that didn't stop anyone.

[fawnpires]

the cure to my female loneliness is constantly daydreaming ‘bout a big beefy fictional man.

[cuddlypillow]

Inspired by @thebrandywine's recent chapter of love you back

[freeusemuses]

Lucien, given how long it took for you to touch your Auntie Nani in a sexual way, what about her made you want her as your mate?

"Alright, I want this on the record. There's no blood relation between us. But she's been such a good family friend that me and my siblings just call her "Auntie"."

"Secondly, look at this picture, and ask me that again?"