#trans leon s kennedy

[honeyandbloodpoetry]

Bug Like An Angel

A short Leon S Kennedy X Chris Redfield one-shot. Leon is falling into a deep depression after his run in Spain, and finds himself lonely at a bar trying to numb the pain. Something better comes along.

Leon stared down at the empty glass, his vision swimming. His head ached, his limbs were heavy and yet...

"Another round!" He called to the barkeep. He was sweating underneath his jacket, skin sticky from something more than just the heat.

Whiskey on the rocks. It burnt going down, and made him even hotter once it was inside. Leon gripped the glass as if it were a lifeboat. As if it were all he had.

Images of Krauser, Luis, Mike, Martin--so many people he lost--began to flash through his head. Even the people that were alive felt unreachable. Ada, with her soft curves and easy smile and ice-cold deception, Sherry's watery blue eyes and determination through the worst of circumstances, Claire's attitude and leather and sense of justice, the way Ashley always seemed to make him smile. They felt so far away. Untouchable. He was alone.

The drink was all he had indeed.

There's a bug like an angel,

Stuck to the bottom

Of my glass, with a little bit left.

As I got older

I learned I'm a drinker,

Sometimes a drink feels like family....

"Hey there, buddy." A strong voice said, slipping in next to Leon. The DSO agent didn't even look up. The voice stalled for a moment, and Leon couldn't help but feel the large presence. Everything in the room seemed to gravitate toward the man next to him.

Or maybe he was just really, really fucking drunk.

A gentle hand on his arm. It felt like a hundred pound weight. Like it was going to crush him. Leon slowly looked up and met eyes with the guy bothering him. The gears in his head slowly turned, and then there was the flash of recognition that made him dizzy. Chris Redfield. He met him after the whole shindig in Spain, when he gave the Kennedy Report. Claire's brother. Him and a few guys from the BSAA had taken him out for drinks. It was a good night...nothing like this, drowning in whiskey and gin all by himself.

"Haven't seen you in awhile." Chris said, voice upbeat but his eyes gleaming with concern. "Just happened to stop in here with some of my men and noticed you. Think you could use some company?"

Leon still felt sore from Spain. It had been months. The pain wasn't going away. It made him stiff and bitter. Only drinking seemed to make it abate, if only for a few hours. "No." He slurred, Chris' edges blurring. "I'm fine."

Chris grimaced. "You don't look fine, Kennedy." He suddenly disappeared, and Leon stared blankly down at his empty glass. It should have been full again by now, no? He was loud enough... Did someone cut him off? Irritation spiked.

A few moments later, Chris returned with a plastic cup. He held it out to Leon. The DSO agent stared down at the cup and pointed with one finger, the word loose. "Liquor?"

"No, it's water. You need to sober up, Leon." He pushed the cup closer, a little bit sloshing over the rim. "I got lemon in it and everything, man."

"I'll pass." Leon shuddered when Chris used his first name. It was involuntary, echoing the way Krauser said his name when he killed him and...

The rim of the cup was pressed to his lips. "Wha--"

Chris tilted the cup, letting water flow into Leon's mouth when he spoke. He blubbered on it for just a moment, then swallowed without even thinking. The lemon was refreshing. He began gulping it down, the coolness a welcome contrast to the heat from the whiskey.

Family...

....

Chris was silent, just tilting the cup and letting Leon have his fill. He had dealt with men in places like Leon was in before. Broken. Hurting. Just seeking respite. Hell, he'd been there himself. Probably would be one day again, counting on his line of work.

A little bit of clarity came back into Leon's eyes and Chris smiled. "Attaboy," He said warmly to the younger man. "You'll be alright. I got some sliders on the way too." He pulled the cup from his lips, lingering for a moment on the way the little drops of water that clung to Leon's stubble shimmered in the low light.

"Why do you give a shit?" Leon asked bluntly. "Nobody...nobody except Hunnigan has... Checked... After everything... Raccoon City..."

Chris frowned. Poor guy. He really was drunk off his ass. He heard a lot about Leon from his sister, and it was a whole lot different from what he was seeing.

"Because I know what it's like." Chris reached a hand out and placed it on Leon's shoulder. The smaller man startled, then eased back down. "A neverending nightmare, right? If we have to live through this shit, we might as well look out for each other."

A tray of sliders was slid onto their table by a waitress, dripping gooey cheese and still steaming. Chris smiled at the way Leon's eyes laser-focused onto the food. He did look like he had lost some weight in the months since the Kennedy Report.

"Nobody else will, yeah? So eat up."

...

Leon reached across the table and grabbed a slider, stuffing the entire thing into his mouth at once, most of it falling back to the table. He was clumsy, almost silly in his movements, but once the food hit his stomach he could feel himself sobering up, at least a little.

"Thanks." Leon said. "I don't have much to say but..." His eyebrows rose as Chris effortlessly engulfed a slider all at once. "How the hell does your mouth open that wide?"

"Practice." Chris grinned, speaking through a mouthful of meat and cheese.

Leon blushed despite himself. Fuck. Still off my game... I didn't expect to see anyone here tonight... And yet, he couldn't deny that he was feeling better. More steady. It hit him how alone he'd been since being released from the hospital after his mission and delivering the Kennedy Report.

"Yeah?" Leon said, grinning. "I bet I can fit two."

Chris actually guffawed in disbelief. "Yeah, okay. You couldn't even get one down without spilling it all over the place."

"I wasn't trying." Leon countered.

"If you can do two, I can do three." Chris learned at him, shit eating grin plastered across his face.

"What are you, bro, a snake?"

"Ugh, don't talk to me about snakes... Now why don't we make it a bet?"

....

Leon and Chris stood outside the bar roughly an hour later, the former much more light on his feet. The stickness and heaviness seemed to be gone, the slur in his words disappeared. Chris was pleased, and despite coming over to help the guy out, he had actually had a good time.

"So you really killed this fucking B.O.W. with only eggs?" Chris laughed in disbelief.

"They wouldn't let me put it in the report because they thought it was bullshit!" Leon exclaimed. "But yeah, the bastard was severely allergic to eggs, even after he mutated. The worst part was just trying to nail the aim."

"Taking down a giant man-eating monster with eggs. Holy shit. That's Agent Kennedy for you." Chris couldn't stifle a laugh. "I have to ask though...why did you have so many eggs?"

Leon blushed. It was cute. "I was on the field for a long time and got hungry. So I just picked them up in the village as I went."

Chris cocked an eyebrow.

"I didn't waste time! I had them raw." Leon said hurriedly, almost embarrassed. The blush deepened. Ah. So he cared what I thought of him.

"Not weird to me." Chris shrugged. "I pop a couple eggs into my smoothies every now and then. They help." He flexed one of his biceps, keenly aware of how tight his simple black t-shirt was. He was also keenly aware of Leon's eyes darting away before sliding up his arm and across his chest, then back up to his face.

Chris was tempted to hit the younger man with my eyes are up here but decided against it. He seemed skittish and stiff after his run against Saddler, and Chris didn't want to jinx this.

In fact, he wanted to see Leon more often. Just to check up on him and discuss missions of course.

....

Leon felt Chris' hand glide over the small of his back. It sent a warmth up his spine, but it was a heat worlds different from drunkenness. Maybe just as addictive though.

Still not completely sober, Leon leaned into the touch as Chris walked with him to his apartment. Chris didn't move his hand, and for a few moments, Leon felt content for the first time in a long time.

"Steady there?" Chris asked, and Leon could swear he heard the cockiness in his voice.

"Yeah. Still a little woozy." Leon played it cool as they approached the gate to his building. "This is it. Nothing special." He stalled, thinking of inviting Chris in with him. He hadn't been with a man since Jack, but...

No. Not again. He wouldn't get close to someone just for them to...to...

"Are you free next Friday?" Chris asked, dopey smile on his face. "My partner Jill will be on a mission of her own, my men and I've got nothing to do... We were thinking of maybe playing some sports together. I used to do football back in school."

"I can tell." Leon said, immediately regretting it. "Ah...sure. I could use something to pump my blood."

"I thought so." Chris flashed a thumbs up. "I'll come get you. Afternoon, okay?"

"Okay..." Leon felt confused. And flustered.

"It's a promise. Don't break it!" Chris waved as he turned away. "See you then!"

Leon watched him walk away. "See you..."

Maybe things could get better again.

[dyedcomrade]

krauser has such a unique ear. leon having a baby and not wanting to tell krauser and burden him with this as he thinks he is just a booty call (krauser can't communicate his feelings + leon has terrible attachment issues) but the kid having his features and krauser going o°o :3 *melts*

[tomatoart]

doodle page who cheered

[blitzyn]

welcome home

leon s. kennedy x ftm!reader

request: Is it possible for you to do a Leon Kennedy x ftm reader where Leon's been away for months and it's just sweet sex? Maybe a hint of cockwarming(Leon falling asleep while still inside), loads of praise and just in general body worship stuff! - Anonymous

synopsis: leon comes back home after being months away for a mission and he's eager to feel you again

a/n -> this was actually my first time writing cunnilingus i was STRUGGLING but all in all this was exciting to do i had fun. anyways alhaitham next i haven't done him in a while. ALSO. IM SORRY I KEEP CHANGING THEMES AND USERS 💔

wc -> 2.4k

cw -> cunnilingus, fingering, praise, p in v sex, cockwarming, ftm reader - use of the word 'pussy' and 'cunt' for reader's genitalia, brief description of top surgery scars, soft leon (heart eyes), not beta read

It was silent when Leon finally made his way back home, the soft moonlight shone brightly, as if treading a path for him.

He was exhausted, wanting nothing more than to feel the warmth of your body in his arms as he held you tightly, to smell the scent of your hair, and to hear the sound of your laughter that sent butterflies to his stomach no matter how many times he's heard it.

His keys jangled loudly in the silent night as he unlocked the front door, swiftly entering the house to make his way upstairs. He knew you were asleep since the lights weren't on, as made evident by your figure covered in blankets. Slowly, he made his way closer before sitting on his side of the bed, creating a dip in the mattress. Gently, tenderly, he reached out and shook your shoulder, chuckling softly at the sight of you taking a moment to stare at him.

Your drowsy eyes lit up in instant recognition as you sat up eagerly to take him in your arms in a tight hug.

"It's good to see you again, [Name]," he said, burying his nose in your hair to breathe in your scent. "I missed you."

"I missed you too, Leon," you said, relief flooding through your veins, grateful to see him home. Reluctantly, you pulled away, watching the way his eyes darted all across your face to take in your features. "You've been gone for so long. I was so worried you'd..."

"I know, sweetheart," he muttered, cupping your cheeks to gently rub them with his thumbs. "And I'm sorry for that."

You nodded, holding onto his wrists. He took a second to gaze into your eyes before he pressed his lips against yours, cherishing the way they melded together with practiced ease. You sighed contentedly, leaning into him to deepen the kiss.

In need of air, you moved back, only for Leon to follow after you, refusing to take his lips off of you just yet.

"Hey—Leon!" You laughed, trying to tilt your head away from his onslaught of kisses. "I still need to breathe."

"Your lungs can wait," he jokingly said, chasing after your lips. You leaned back far enough to lie down, rendering you unable to resist his affection any longer. Not that you wanted to, anyway. Soon enough, he found himself on top of you, peppering kisses all over your face—on your forehead, nose, eyelids, cheeks, and lips before moving downward towards your neck.

At first, they were innocent, but when he tilted his head and sucked on the piece of flesh that pulled a moan from you, you knew then that neither of you would be getting much sleep tonight.

"Leon," you gasped out, reaching up to comb your fingers through his hair. "You just got back... Aren't you tired?"

"Honestly, yeah," he admitted, sliding his hands over your shirt to caress your waist. "But I'll be fine," he muttered against the column of your throat, pressing his lips to it for a chaste kiss before sitting up.

"The question is, are you tired?" He asked, scanning your expression for any lies you might've tried to hide. "I don't wanna push you."

You shook your head reassuringly despite having woken up not too long ago. "I'm good. Don't worry about me."

He let out an amused huff through his nose, the corners of his lips quirking up in a smirk. "No promises." He gently tugged on your shirt in a silent request to take it off, swiftly pulling it up and over your head as soon as you nodded.

"Christ, Leon, your hands are cold!" You let out a surprised yelp, arching your back in a futile attempt to get away. He only laughed, sliding his hands all over your stomach mercilessly to use your body heat to warm them up until you finally relaxed.

He leaned down again, gently biting on a spot over your collarbone as he ran his tongue over it soothingly. He moved again, kissing a trail down your sternum until he took one of your perky nipples in his mouth, rolling it between his teeth. You bit your lip, watching him toy with your chest, running his fingertips along your scars. A heat pooled in your stomach as he slid lower, finding himself slotted between your legs. He watched your face intently, burying his thumbs underneath the waistband of your pants to slowly pull them off upon finding no disapproval from you, his breath hitching at the sight of your cunt.

"Fuck..." He whispered, blowing a teasing puff of air onto your clit, lips quirking up when you shivered. "Missed you and this pretty pussy," he groaned, hiking your thighs up and over his shoulders. Electricity shot down your spine when he looked up at you and gave it a quick kiss before encasing his lips around it, sucking gently.

You sighed, reaching down to comb your fingers through his hair. He hummed in response, curling his arms around your thighs to keep your legs open, squeezing the swell of them with his calloused hands. He moved down to give your pussy a long lick from your hole all the way back up to your clit and down again, savoring the taste of your juices on his tongue. He looked up through his lashes to gauge your reaction, feeling his cock throb in his pants as he softly ground his hips against the mattress.

You let out a moan when he pressed his face firmly against your cunt, eagerly sucking and flicking his tongue up and down your clit. Pressing your heels against his back, you rocked your hips, tightening your hold on his hair as you tugged on the strands.

He let go of one of your thighs, pressing two of his fingers against your hole, swiping upwards to gather some of your wetness before pushing them inside, groaning against your nub when you clenched around them. He curled them, searching for that one spot inside you that'll have you cumming in no time.

A subtle grin lifted his face when he saw you jerk, legs twitching, before diving back down to your clit. He was gentle but relentless at the same time—a blend that had you reeling for more.

"Fuck, Leon," you moaned, squirming. Your belly heaved as you looked down with half-lidded eyes, meeting his.

"That's it, baby," he muttered against your skin, giving it a harsh suck. "Moan my name just like that."

He pulled away slowly, his lips and chin glistening with your juices as he raised his free arm to drape it across your hip and inner thigh. The fingers inside you stopped, pressing against your G-spot while his other hand spread your pussy lips. Leaning over your crotch, he spat on your swollen clit before rubbing it in tight circles with his thumb. You shuddered, tightening around his fingers as his saliva mixed in with your fluids.

"You taste so fucking good," he mumbled, licking his lips. He began moving his hand again as he stared up at you with heat evident in his eyes, watching you toss your head back in ecstasy. "I could stay here for hours."

He curled and crooked his fingers, listening to the sounds of your sopping pussy around him, squeezing and trying to suck him back in whenever he moved away. "You're so wet f'me... This how much you missed me?"

"Uh-huh." You groggily nodded, rocking your hips against him. Your cunt throbbed—you were sure he could feel it—with the need to cum, legs writhing just a little bit more. You bit your lip, whining and gasping as you tensed, inadvertently trying to close your thighs around his head.

"No, don't do that," he said, taking his hand off your pulsing clit to hold one thigh open while his tricep kept your other one down. His arm ran across your lower abdomen, gently bobbing up and down with every labored breath you took. "Keep your legs open... Let me watch you cum 'round my fingers."

You could only nod, utterly drawn to the rasp of his voice and the undeniable authority in his tone. You whined when he latched back onto your sensitive clit, flicking his tongue up and down, eager to make you orgasm.

"That's it, baby," he muttered, giving your nub a firm suck. "You're so close... C'mon, give it to me." He groaned, grinding harder against the mattress as he moved faster, pushed deeper, until finally, you came around him with a loud moan.

"There we go..." He nearly came in his pants as he curled his fingers into the special spot inside you, helping you ride out your orgasm. "You did so good, sweetheart. Missed watching you do that for me." Sighing, he sat back up and pulled his fingers out of you to lick them clean, staring straight into your eyes.

With a grunt, he flopped beside you, turning your body so your back was flush against his chest as he ran his hands along the side of your thigh. His painfully hard cock was pressed against your ass, grinding against you leisurely.

"You wanna go all the way?" He questioned against your ear, his hot breath fanning against the shell of it to bring shivers down your spine. Even when the throbbing between your legs hadn't subsided yet, you couldn't find the need to decline.

"Thanks, baby," he said. You could hear the faint smile in his voice as he shifted around behind you, listening to the sound of rustling fabric and the jangling of his belt buckle. He tossed his pants to the floor haphazardly before swiftly pulling his cock out of his boxers. It throbbed fervently, leaking with precum and leaving your skin slick when he dragged it along the inside of your thighs.

He grit his teeth as he rubbed the shaft of his dick against your pussy, mouthing at the back of your neck before he slowly pushed his way inside you again. The two of you let out satisfied noises, savoring the way he stretched you out so perfectly.

"You're so tight..." his voice was strained as he spoke through gritted teeth, roaming his hands along your body. "You were made to take my cock like this, huh?"

"Mhm," you signed contentedly, eyelids fluttering shut. "Couldn't touch myself without you here."

"Poor boy," Leon teased breathlessly, snaking an arm under you to toy with your nipples, ghosting the tips of his fingers along your top surgery scars every so often. His free hand moved down to rest on your belly, gently pressing down to feel himself thrusting inside you. It was far too late at night to do anything intensive, but both of you were satisfied with just soaking in each other's presence. He held you close to him, whispering those sweet words that you've been aching to hear ever since he had to leave for his mission.

He was already on the verge of cumming just by eating you out, and it was no secret to either of you with the way he twitched and throbbed. He spent countless nights fucking his fist trying to imagine it was you, but his calloused hand could never compare to your soft and warm cunt.

"Fuuuck..." Leon drawled out, fucking you a bit faster. "I'm so close..."

"Already?" You laughed quietly, hissing when he pulled about halfway only to ram himself back inside in response before resuming his relaxed pace. "Okay! Sorry, sorry."

You bit your lip and let out a pleased sound when his free hand shifted itself to pat your clit before massaging it, lifting your own arm back to run your fingers through his hair again. You turned your head, connecting your lips with his passionately. You moaned into his mouth when your sensitivity from earlier began pooling in your abdomen again, earning a beautiful groan from the man behind you when you tightened reflexively.

Breaking away, you lazily pushed against him in sync with his thrusts, eyebrows furrowing in concentration when you could feel the heat burning brighter in your stomach.

"Fuck... That's it, sweetheart," he panted, tugging you closer, fucking you just a bit harder. "Cum for me again. Please, pretty boy, I wanna feel you cum." He rubbed your clit with just the right amount of pressure, brushing up against your G-spot with every thrust. He sucked and licked and kissed the skin of your neck, littering it with hickeys and shallow bites.

"Shit, Leon, 'm gonna... gonna cum again," you gasped, your hips jerking. You could feel him nod in response, but he was in no rush to get you to orgasm. He maintained the pace until he felt you squeeze tight around him and let out a loud moan, your body tensing and convulsing for a moment. The sight and feeling of you cumming sent him right over the edge as he swiftly pulled out with a wet squelch, pressing your thighs around his slick cock to fuck the plush flesh.

With an audible groan, milky white ropes of cum spurt out of the tip of his cock, landing on your skin and the bedsheets in front of you. He pressed himself flush against your body until his cock stopped throbbing and jerking before finally relaxing with a satisfied sigh.

"That was so good, [Name]," Leon praised, nuzzling into the back of your neck. "You did amazing. Like always."

"I know," you responded swiftly, feigning arrogance. But you could hardly keep up the facade, softly laughing at yourself. "But you did amazing, too."

"I know," he parroted playfully, giving you a quick kiss to the nape of your neck when he suddenly shifted to push his softening cock back inside your hole. He caressed you reassuringly when he felt you tense, explaining that he wasn't going to move. Not too much, at least.

"Now go back to sleep," he instructed, exhaustion taking root in his voice as he pulled the covers over your spent bodies. He wrapped his strong arms around you in a comforting embrace, listening to the sound of your soft breathing. "We'll clean up tomorrow."

You rolled your eyes with an exasperated huff through your nose. "Fine." Your eyes fluttered shut, feeling your body relax. "Goodnight. I love you."

"I love you, too."

cross-posted on ao3

[mackjlee9]

trans leon pussy worship amen (sorry i’m not sure how to request something so crude in a professional manner)

*unholy thoughts intensify*

FTM!Leon Kennedy x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

Warning; somnophilia, pussy worship, cunningulus.

Masterlist.

Resident Evil 6

(M/n)'s body and mind jolted awake in bed, heavy breathing and sweat dripping down his face. He had a pretty intense dream, but he was slowly calming down, clenching his jaw when he realized something that had happened while he was still dreaming, letting out a sigh.

"Fuck..." He groaned at the feeling of his underwear pressing on his throbbing cock, and he sat up on the bed, rubbing his face in frustration and thinking of maybe going to the bathroom to jerk off, but before he could move to get up, he felt movement next to him.

Leon had turned around from facing away from him to being face up, legs slightly spread open and one of them was bent a little bit. His shirt rode up to his belly button, showing that blond happy trail he was so proud of.

Images of his dream flashed inside (M/n)'s mind, filling him with desire and making his mouth water, damn, his tongue kept moving in his mouth, squirming like crazy, needing something to satiate his sudden hunger.

He shifted on the bed, holding Leon's hips and moving him slightly so he was positioned more in the center of the bed. He leaned closer and began leaving a trail of kisses down his abdomen, dragging his tongue up his v-line and nibbling on his hip bone as he made his way further down to his clothed pussy.

(M/n) bumped Leon's clit with his nose, pressing his mouth over his folds, feeling the blond shifting his hips on the bed. Parting his lips wide enough, he lapped his tongue over Leon's boxer, groaning as he felt him getting wetter through the fabric. His cock twitched in his underwear, leaking pre-cum as his hips unconsciously bucked against the bed.

His fingers reached up and hooked on the waistband of Leon's underwear, slowly pulling them down his long and strong legs, leaving gentle bites on his thighs, his eyes locked on his dripping cunt, making him swallow the saliva that had gathered under his tongue, skillfully removing his underwear and throwing it somewhere else.

(M/n) made his way up Leon's thighs with kisses and bites, teasing him by staying away from his pussy, watching how he bucked his hips up, quiet whines escaping past his parted lips.

"So eager..." He mumbled to himself chuckling as if he wasn't eager himself, he just wanted lavishly lap at his wet, dripping pussy, feel his mushy walls pulsing around his tongue, toy with his clit until he was crying out his name, cumming all over his face.

Fuck, thinking about it made him so fucking horny, he could definitely cum just by making Leon cum with his mouth.

Taking a deep breath, (M/n)'s eyes almost rolled back at his scent, holding his folds spread open and licking a long strip from his hole to his clit, swirling his tongue around it a few times, moaning at his addicting taste. Fuck, I could stay here forever...

With the movements of his tongue speeding up, his need to taste more of Leon's slick grew bigger, his hands wrapping under his thighs and holding tightly onto his hips, keeping Leon's pussy pressed to his mouth, moaning and groaning as the feeling of his walls pulsing and clenching around his tongue just like he wanted.

"Fuck- you taste so good," the slurping noises got louder as he buried his face deep in Leon's pussy, eating him out like a starved man, "I can never- get enough- of your sweet pussy-" he mumbled against him, sending vibrations to his clit with every word he muttered.

Leon's body squirmed on the bed, his hands gripping and pulling on the sheets, his back arching as louder whines and whimpers escaped his mouth, mumbling his name over and over again.

Hearing Leon's sounds made (M/n) moan, his tongue fucking his mushy insides, his fingers digging onto his hips, kneeling In the bed, and raising Leon's lower body with him.

"Please please- please, baby, cum on my tongue- cum all over my face- I need it, please-" Reaching his hand around Leon's hips, (M/n) started rubbing his clit, groaning at the feeling of his thighs trembling and wrapping around his head. He watched with lidded eyes Leon's expression, watching how he frowned and hearing him release all those pretty sounds, he saw his hands moving around, trying to find something to hold onto.

(M/n) saw how Leon moved his hands for a short while, until his fingers sneaked under his shirt and he started playing with his nipples, releasing louder moans and cries of his name. (M/n) whined when how much Leon's walls were twitching around his tongue, and he made sure to go faster, heavily breathing through his nose, groaning as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

"'S so good- so fucking good-" he babbled absentmindedly, too lost in the taste in his mouth, too focused on Leon's sounds and reaction. He really could be in between his legs forever, he could never get tired of his pussy, always so willing and eager to feel him, whether it'll be his fingers, his tongue, or his cock, "Fuck, please-"

He heard Leon moaning his name out loud, his legs wrapping around his head and keeping him there, buried deep in his cunt. (M/n) cried out as Leon came all over his mouth and face, his juices dripping down his chin.

He couldn't help it. His hips jerk forward involuntarily as he filled his underwear with his warm cum, tears filling his eyes as he slowly backed away, taking a deep breath through his open mouth, gasping for air as he came down for his high, slowly lowering Leon's body back on the bed.

"(M/n)...?" He heard Leon's voice whisper as he took deep breaths to even his breathing. (M/n) looked at him with enamored eyes, and leaned down to press their lips together, making Leon whimper as he tasted himself on (M/n)'s tongue.

"Your pussy is so fucking good, baby," he mumbled while grinding his hips down on his, his still hard and dripping cock rubbing in between his soaked folds, stroking his throbbing and sensitive clit, "Could never get enough of you, fuck~"

(M/n) wrapped his arms around Leon's waist, nuzzling his neck with his nose, releasing quiet whines against Leon's sweaty skin.

"I want to be inside you, please- I need to have my cock deep inside your pussy, baby, please," well, he certainly couldn't deny him when he sounded so needy and desperate, begging for his wet pussy.

[chosokamolvr]

cheap plastic

leon kennedy x ftm reader

- nsfw under the cut

leon's moans and whimpers sounded throughout the room as [name] pounded him from behind. skin slapping, squelching and everything else just echoed off of the walls.

"fuck.." [name] mumbled, keeping a grip on leon's hair. "can't believe you're whining this much over some cheap plastic.." the male chuckled, keeping a steady pace with his thrusts.

it was leon's idea in the first place. he suggested to [name] that they should try using a strap on. of course, [name] agreed. he just couldn't wait to see how pathetic leon looked getting fucked by his (plastic) dick.

[name] continued to thrust, the movement of his hips gradually becoming harsher and faster. leon was tearing up into the pillows underneath him, his dick red and sore as he felt close to cumming.

"i can't imagine how you'll be when i get bottom surgery.." [name] huffs, panting heavily as he kept thrusting into leon's tight hole. "you'll probably be 10 times worse.." [name] chuckled.

leon couldn't reply. the poor man just moaned into the pillows even more, his drool and tears coating them entirely. he loved what [name] was doing to him, even if he couldn't say it verbally right now. all he could do was take what [name] was giving to him.

a loud smack was then heard throughout the room. "you're such a slut. such a dumb slut for this plastic dick aren't you?" [name] scoffed, a smirk on his lips as he gives leon another smack on the ass. "can't even reply to what i'm saying because this plastic has made you so dumb, hasn't it?" [name] cooed, tightly holding onto leon's hair.

[name]'s thrusts started to slow down and get less rougher. he was still hitting leon's prostate, wanting his boyfriend to cum soon. all of [name]'s movements were planned just to make leon feel pleasure and to make him cum.

"you're gonna cum, aren't you?" [name] leaned down to whisper in leon's ear. leon just whined and he nodded, not knowing what else to do or say.

[name] smirked and one of his hands trailed down to leon's cock. he teased the tip, running a finger through leon's slit. heavy amounts of precum had already fallen down leon's dick and onto the bedsheets. it was a sight.

"go ahead, slut. cum for me." [name] hummed, stroking leon's cock as he continued to thrust and grind the strap on against leon's prostate.

leon mewled and his back arched. all of his senses were going into overdrive. [name] stroking his dick, fucking him from behind and hitting his prostate over and over? it was all too much for leon.

leon shut his eyes and he finally came with a loud moan. it was sure to alert the neighbour's and possibly wake them up. but, that was a problem for the morning to deal with.

[name] smiled and he removed the strap on from leon's hole, halting his thrusts all together. [name]'s hand was now covered in leon's cum as he let go of leon's hair.

leon turned around on the bed. he was panting heavily and his heart was racing. he looked at [name] with teary eyes, looking fucked out like the slut he was.

the other male smirked and he brought his hand up to leon's mouth. "go on, taste yourself." [name] said, almost mockingly. leon hesitantly let his tongue slip out of his mouth, taking a few licks of [name]'s hand.

[name] chuckled and he shook his head. "i can't believe you came from some cheap plastic so quickly.. no wonder why you suggested that i fuck you like this earlier." [name] laughed, pressing a kiss to leon's forehead. leon just huffed and he rolled his eyes at [name].

they were definitely going to do this again.

[dammjamboy]

silver linings 🏳️‍⚧️

[grilde1chesse]

hey king u dropped this

[lkhafel]

Why is it so hot outside

[dat-is-i]

saw a transfem version of this meme from @transmemesfortransqueens and i had to make a transmasc version especially since my boy leon s kennedy is on it

[wisecrackingeric-2]

Happy Trans day of visibility <<33 🏳️‍⚧️

[honeyandbloodpoetry]

They Were Both Alone

Leon S Kennedy is invited to Jack Krauser's personal quarters. His heart is pounding somewhere between anticipation and fear, but there are many surprises to be found within the Major's dorm...

T4T Leon and Krauser smut with heartbreak and complicated relationships. Enjoy!

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48017554

They Were Both Alone

Leon had never been in Major Krauser's personal quarters before--he knew he shouldn't have accepted the invite, but his heart had gotten the best of him. Now that heart felt like it was about to pound clear out of his chest. He was still wearing the clothes from their training, baggy shirt clinging to his back muscles from the sweat. He knew he could've used a shower first, but his mentor's dorm wasn't exactly the pinnacle of clean scents. His room was expertly tidy, almost minimalist, but it was thick with musk. It made Leon's nose crinkle, but not in an unpleasant way.

He watched as Krauser opened up a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. He took two small glasses, pouring both of the men a share. Leon studied him closely, watching the muscles along his arms ripple powerfully as he moved--even though his movements were languid, each one was purposeful, planned out. Leon both admired and liked that about him.

"You like whiskey?" Krauser grunted.

"Yes, Major Krauser." Leon answered obediently, back stiff.

"Call me Jack, rookie." Krauser rasped, turning around. "I invited you to my damn room, after all." He held a glass of whiskey out to Leon.

Leon didn't say anything that time, simply taking the whiskey and tossing it back. He let the liquor burn down his throat, and when he opened his eyes Krauser--no, Jack--was staring straight at him. They held each other's eyes before Jack took his whole serving in a single gulp.

"Do you know why I invited you here, rookie?"

Leon did everything he could to hold his gaze--their proximity in this close space was almost suffocating. The older man's entire presence was suffocating. And just like the whiskey, intoxicating. He wanted to let his eyes wander, both over his senior officer's body and his room. Anything to glean a little bit about what might lie behind Jack's scalding reprimands and forceful commands...and every ounce of his sharp-tongued praise.

"I'm not sure, sir. Did I do something not up to your standards in training?"

The corner of Jack's lips quirked up in a sneer. "Smart mouth on you, pretty boy. We'll have to work on that. But no. I've had my eye on you. You're a trustworthy man, rookie. Thought we might be able to talk. Relax together."

Leon felt the whiskey loosening his muscles. "If I have to call you Jack, maybe you can call me Leon, hm?" He smirked, the "pretty boy" ricocheting in his brain making him feel stupid.

Jack's sneer split into a toothy grin. "I see the whiskey helped you relax. Good." He took a step forward, his combat boots heavy against the wood paneling. Loud. "You know, Leon, you're a smart boy. You know how to listen. But also..."

Leon gripped his half full glass of whiskey. Jack was mere inches away. He could see the man's cold blue eyes, almost like glass, his full lips, soft jawline... Somehow, despite an army of hard muscles, his face was so soft. Not delicate, but gentle.

The young man felt a fresh sheen of sweat drip down his shoulders.

"You talk too much. You question things. You challenge." Jack's ocean-glass eyes hardened. "It's a pain in my ass, boy. But... I like that. I don't get a lot of men like that here. Makes my life a little bit more interesting." A pause. "Makes you a good soldier. You'll do some great things. I don't know what I'll do when they take you away from me. Be bored, mostly."

Leon gulped down the rest of his whiskey. He was burning somewhere further down than anywhere the liquor could reach. He had always had trouble reading signals, had even less experience with actual intimacy, but even he could feel the electricity lancing between them, alive and starving.

"Though, I don't know if I'll ever be finished training you." Jack looked Leon up and down, setting his whiskey glass a little top forcefully on top of a file cabinet. "You gonna say something or just stand there and look like a dumbass?"

Leon felt his head swim. "I dunno, Major Krauser. Are you ever gonna do anything besides just talk and act like you're better th--"

Jack was suddenly in Leon's face, a large hand resting on the younger man's shoulder. His face was next to Leon's, their cheeks inches away. Leon could smell cologne underneath the sweat, notes of bourbon and oak.

"One day, being pretty ain't gonna be enough, rookie. And I told you...it's just us. Call me Jack."

"I'd like to think that I've proved I'm more than that. And you know the deal, Krauser." Leon pressed his hand to Jack's chest, feeling the swell of muscle. "What's my name?"

Something soft bubbled up in Jack's throat. "As far as I'm concerned, you're just the boy with the pretty blues in my room."

Leon met his icy gaze, sure that Jack could hear his pounding heartbeat. "I could say the same about yours, Jack."

The Major stared down at him, face impassive. He moved one massive hand down and grabbed Leon's wrist, guiding those hungry fingers away from his chest. "I don't play games, boy. I want you." He turned around, beginning to peel his shirt off. "Tell me, Leon. Do you want me too? Or have I just imagined the way you've stared at me in training? Or the way you've tried to cop a feel, eh?"

Leon felt himself shaking. He remembered his first longterm girlfriend back in 1998--his coming out, the nightmarish break-up because of it, the apocalypse that followed. He never recovered from that breakup or the Raccoon City incident.

Still, as much of a bullheaded dick as Krauser was...he was an honorable man. He had admirable integrity and a drive to protect others. He was trustworthy. Leon did not feel unsafe around him.

"Yeah, Jack. I want you." He started to unzip his fatigue pants, fumbling with the zipper. Might as well rip the bandaid off as soon as possible.

Jack wasted no time. His shorts and boxers dropped to the floor. His shoulders flexed, his hands clenched into fists. Leon stared at the wall of a man in front of him, mind racing. His own pants and boxers were pooled around his feet, but he was so consumed by anxiety that he was having difficulty pulling his shirt up over his head. It felt like an impossible task, now that his bare pussy had nothing to hide it.

Jack turned, stoic, to meet Leon, his eyes opening wide as he laid eyes on the half-naked agent in front of him. He looked as if he had been ready to say something, but the words had been stolen right from his throat.

Leon felt his pulse shoot even higher until his eyes carved a path down Jack's body...to the faint, almost ghost-like scars across his chest, the forests of pretty blonde hair that ran down his belly, and down to his pussy, a t-cock significantly larger than Leon's own clearly erect and sticking out from the labia.

"Oh!" It was all Leon could say.

Jack suddenly tilted his head back and let out a rumbling laugh that faded out into choked guffaws. "Son of a bitch, rookie! You know, I had no idea. I was working myself up for nothing."

Leon blushed, but couldn't keep back a laugh of his own. "Yeah... I wouldn't have guessed. You're so big. I..."

"I work hard for my body. Get a little...chemical help every now and then." Leon raised his eyebrows at that, but Jack continued on. "Been stealth many years now. I do good work for our country and it's never been an issue." He ran a hand down his chest and down his belly, over the abs and slight swell of his obliques. His hand rested above his pubic mound and the soft golden hairs that ran wild there. Jack definitely wasn't someone who kept things trimmed. "Because of that, I'm very selective with who I bring home. After all...living like this, you have a lot of secrets."

"I get that. I'm careful too." Leon felt compelled to continue. Krauser drew out his empathy in a way no one else had before. "I lost my parents when I was young and... I ran away. From the crime scene. I got help and met good people, transitioned early when the truth came out. I was lucky. But it always seems to come back and bite me in the ass when it comes to people." Slowly, Leon pulled his shirt over his head. He hadn't had top surgery, wasn't planning to. From an early age, he had spent years working out the muscles in his chest, but there was still a soft swell that irritated him.

After what happened in Raccoon City though, he couldn't imagine being out of commission that long to recover. Unable to defend himself. If anyone ever commented, he just said it was gynecomastia, and then worked out even harder. The older he got and the more testosterone did its work, the more comfortable he felt, but it was still a source of dysphoria.

Leon stood there, dropping the sweaty shirt to the floor. He was muscular, but nowhere near as strong or beefy as Major Krauser. The older man also had about four inches in height on him. Leon was altogether smaller, softer looking than him. That and his chest made him feel vulnerable. More naked than just removing his clothes entailed.

"I know how that is." Jack grunted. "You must've felt real scared coming in here. I know I'm a real piece of work, but it's safe with me. You don't have to worry about me telling anybody." He came closer, until Leon could feel the warmth of his body heat. "You look good, Leon. You're a handsome young man."

"I... I like when you call me pretty." Leon whispered.

"You wanna be a pretty boy?" Jack hummed. His thumb met Leon's chin, tilting his face up. "Wanna be my pretty boy?"

Leon's brain short circuited. This was going WORLDS different from anything he could have imagined. The anxiety and dread inside him was replaced with excitement and curiosity. He had never met another man like himself before. He looked up at Jack and couldn't speak, only nodded.

"Speak up, soldier." Jack's usual bark of a command was now crooning, a tease. "Use your words."

"Yes." Leon gasped. "I want to be yours."

"Good boy." Jack's other hand trailed down the small of Leon's back before guiding him to the bed. He guided Leon down, the sheets slightly scratchy but nothing unbearable. He climbed up next to him, on all fours and facing a very red-faced Leon. "I feel like we've lived very different lives. But I'm glad that we've met. Almost feels like fate, doesn't it?"

Leon shrugged. "I don't believe in fate."

Jack grinned. "Then a gift." He reached out and ran a thumb over Leon's cheek, making him shudder with pleasure. "Leon... I'm only eight years older than you, but I've had a hell of a load more experience than you. Probably with being transgender too. I'm not sure what you've been through, but if you ever need someone to talk to, to help you, you let me know. You're one of my men. Thank you for trusting me."

Leon blushed. He had never seen Jack so... open, kind. He felt this was a side of the Major that few people rarely got to see. He walked in here stressed out and hoping for a quick fuck with the senior officer he was crushing on, but now... There was a sense of camaraderie and understanding that hadn't been there before. That Leon hadn't felt with anyone else. So much of it unspoken, the gaps filled in with Jack's reassuring rumble of words. Promises. Want.

"I feel like you're trusting me, too." Leon finally answered, keenly aware of the large hand cupping his jaw. "I..." He stumbled over his words, choked up.

"Come on, boy." Jack leaned forward, face hovering in front of Leon. His breath smelled like whiskey, his body still musky from training. "You have to tell me."

"Isn't that your job?" Leon couldn't help himself.

Jack breathed hard through his nose. "You want me to tell you what to do, then? Alright rookie, on your back." The hand on Leon's jaw became firmer for a moment before sliding away. The emptiness left a fire behind.

Leon wanted to play coy, but the dangerous edge in Jack's voice made his cock twitch, and he eagerly laid down on his back. Without being told, he spread his legs. He had a little body hair, and while it was darker in color, it was nowhere near as thick as Jack's, the latter being covered in fur head to toe.

The older man looked down at him, almost like a predator preparing to strike its prey, before saying softly. "Where do you like to be touched? Any limits?"

Leon held a hand to his chest. "I think I'm okay with anything right now. Just..." He paused. "Be gentle. With my chest." Leon has to gasp the words out. He could see the eagerness in the Major's eyes, but it was tempered with responsibility. Krauser was pretty fucking abrasive, but...he was a good leader. Maybe a good lover too.

Jack nodded firmly. "Alright." He leaned down, letting his full lips hover over Leon's shoulder. "Feel free to let your hands wander." He pressed his lips to Leon's skin, and Leon bucked, his arms wrapping around Jack's shoulders. Jack trailed fire up Leon's neck, whispering over Leon's jaw before crashing into his lips. The Major was a sloppy kisser, but passionate. His lips were full and starving, his tongue parting Leon open and exploring him.

Leon was shocked at the force of him for a moment, but eagerly leaned into it--their tongues battled for dominance as Leon brought his thighs up and began grinding against one of Jack's tree-trunk thighs. His t-cock became engorged, rubbing against Jack's muscles as Leon's pussy left the older man's skin gleaming with wetness.

Jack lifted his leg, pushing and flexing the muscles into Leon's cunt. He drew one hand up to Leon's head, stroking, almost petting him, before grabbing a fistful of his pretty hair and jerking him back, a rope of saliva still intertwining them together even as Leon moaned into the air.

Jack sneered, a low growl thrumming in his throat. "Good boy," he hissed into Leon's ear, licking a line up the side of his neck. He grinned, enjoying the way that Leon shivered. He licked his lips, considering making the young man...

Leon smirked back, grasping for Jack's thick hips and digging his nails in. It was time to work out some frustration.

Jack rutted against him, groaning. Leon's fingers explored the mountains and valleys of the Major's body, still grinding on his delicious thigh, enjoying the way the older man succumbed to his touch. It was giving him a power trip, the way Major Krauser's fingers knotted in the sheets and...

He let out a gasp, almost whimpering when Jack's lips suctioned gently around one of his nipples. It had been a long time since someone had touched him like this... It had been since never he had trusted someone this much.

He pressed his nipple and chest tissue deeper into Jack's mouth, enjoying the nip of his teeth and swirl of his tongue. Jack's hand found the line of his spine and traced it with his nails, enjoying the fact that he was back in control.

Leon let himself loosen, his hard t-cock throbbing, his wetness dripping down Krauser's leg, his mind swimming with oh god, I'm being touched, touch, touch, fuck, that feels so good...

"Good boy," Krauser said again, but this time it was a husky whisper. Leon felt the words curl around him, hot and alive, dragging him under roaring waves.

He crashed against his senior officer once again, and this time, he didn't come back up.

.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.

Krauser sat up straight in bed, his back rigid and heart pounding. The Rookie was next to him, snoring softly and tangled up in the bedsheets. The whole room smelled of sex and... and... Just sex.

Krauser put two fingers to his temples and massaged the tissue there deeply. He was still naked, his hair mussed and falling across his brow. He turned to look at the rookie for a moment, then let out a deep sigh.

It had been a long time since he had jeopardized his safety. Since he had...feelings, ones that couldn't be satisfied with clothes staying on. He had always been fascinated with the younger man--though the years and experience separated them, Leon S. Kennedy seemed to be one of the only men that could actively challenge him, in more ways than one. The young agent ignited something inside him, a grapple for dominance, a hunger he felt he couldn't satisfy.

A fear.

Krauser grabbed a sweat stained tank top off the ground and hurriedly slid it over his head. He needed to leave. He had almost been discharged once before, and he couldn't risk it again.

He's like you. He'll understand.

No. He's not. He's the government's golden boy. He'll get away with whatever he wants. Me...I'm on thin fucking ice.

Krauser slid his shorts up, bouncing on one leg to his messy dresser where he combed his hair back into place, not bothering with gel. He just...needed to go work out. Get his mind off things. Lose his mind completely. Strength. That is what mattered. Not competition, not sex, not...

Strength. If not for strength, he would be nothing.

He didn't allow his mind to go further.

He cast one final glance at Leon, considering writing a note. He shook it off, quietly opening the door. Leon would wake up alone and know to make his leave. If not, Krauser would punish him for it later.

That's wrong.

I don't care.

.o.o.o.o.o.o.

The door shut and Leon opened his eyes. He gripped the sheets in shaky hands, drawing them up to his chin. He let Jack's smell, heavy and musky, curl around him, and for a moment, pretended he wasn't alone.

He pretended that he had known and loved Jack for years, that this wasn't a military base, that Raccoon City or seeing his parents shot hadn't ever happened. He pretended the whole world that was and could ever be was this bed, and that Jack was still next to him.

Just for a moment.

Jack wouldn't be Jack when he left this room. He would be The Rookie and Jack would be Major Krauser.

Ans yet, there would always be something tying them together now. Something special that only two men like them could share, that two men like them would have to hide in the military. Something two men like them knew how to love.

Or hate.

Leon felt his lip tremble, and pushed himself to his feet. He needed to get the fuck out of here.

.o.o.o.o.o.

Krauser should have had a spotter, but he didn't really give a fuck.

Leon could have spotted you.

Oh, fuck off!

He benched an almost dangerous amount for weight, groaning and grunting and sweating as he flexed to left it. His mind emptied out into nothing but strength, but even so, his t-cock grew hard--he wanted to say it was from adrenaline, but the musky scent of the workout room, feeling his muscles burn, and the memory of wetness on his thigh made him come alive. Pushing pushing pushing against the weight. He thought of pretty blue eyes and a soft smile...

"RAAAAAAAH!" Krauser snarled, pushing the weight above his head. It was a mistake. Making him weak. He needed to focus. He had fucked up before and it almost ruined his life. Not again.

Krauser slammed the heavy weights to the side, letting them crash to the floor. He leapt up heaving loudly, enjoying the cacophony of noise. The chaos that suddenly occurred in this small room excited him, and he felt powerful. He panted, face red and muscles bulging. He thudded his fist against his chest and laughed.

Life was about to get very hard for his rookie.

.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.

Leon sat alone in his quarters, loose black shirt, boxers and nothing else. He was freshly showered, wet hair dangling in his face. A simple peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a comfort good, sat on the counter untouched.

He had a small TV in his room and flipped through the channels, bored. So many pictures flashing by were men and women kissing or fucking. It made him remember what it was like to be kissed by Krauser--it felt like an entire ocean was drowning him. Something he couldn't escape from.

And then the bastard left him. All of that, and then gone.

Leon grabbed the sandwich and forced himself to take a bite. He hated the crust, but always made himself eat it. Before his mother died, she would always say that that was where the nutrients were. He was sure it was bullshit, but it reminded him of her, one of the only things that did, so he ate the fucking crust.

He watched an old movie on the screen, he thought it was called Pillow Talk, and leaned back. He wanted to talk to Krauser. Make things better. He...despite what a genuine asshole he was, Krauser had a soft side. A gentle side. The heart of an honorable leader. There was something that made him as shitty as he was, and Leon wanted to find it and cradle it.

The military would make that hard. But he wouldn't give up.

Leon flipped open his laptop, going to write an email to Sherry to try and get his mind off things. But no matter what he did, he couldn't summon a word.

All he could think of was pretty blue eyes and a cutting sneer.

[silentffantasy]

capcom? more like, uh

transcom

[tomatoart]

when ur circle small but yall crazy

[periwinklekryptonite]

Everybody give it up for trans woman leon s kennedy

[kunazz]

playing w re2 Leon’s pussy until he squirts every where is all I dream for.