FicsForGaza Kinktober 2024

FicsForGaza Kinktober 2024


ORIGINALLY WRITTEN: October 2024

NOTES: A part of the Fics for Gaza Kinktober event! This event raised nearly $500 for Palestinian relief, contributing to the over $4,000 raised overall. This fic was a request for GN/Transmasc Reader x Leon Kennedy (Resident Evil) with the Pegging kink. I incorporated Bottom!Leon and Death Island!Leon into this prompt, because frankly I believe older men deserve to be pegged too.


Greying hair never looked as good as it did now, falling against flushed features. Never looked as good as it did as it did now, with your hand entangling itself in the long, shimmering locks, brushing them back and out of the agent’s face whilst hazy eyes found themselves upon your own features. Leon wasn’t expecting you to beat him back to the hotel room, but considering the circumstances of his latest rendezvous with the rest of the team… The surprise is rather pleasant.

And little did he know his evening was about to get even more pleasant from here on out.

“Don’t tease…” Leon breathed out, trying his best to mask the needy tone with a charming grin and the subtle massaging of your hips.

“But I’m not,” You cooed, more than happy to lean back and encourage him to give chase; he did. “I’ve got you right… where… I want you.”

The emphasis in your tone was enough to raise his suspicions, but not enough to warn him of the way you’d casually pull him into another intense kiss. Hands wandered, though this time the garments were shed as the two of you vied for your position on top. Needy moans meshed with breathy laughs, lips eventually wandering away from each other and across newly exposed skin. Leon’s were the first to traverse, leaving hickeys across the taut muscles in your throat and staking his claim. Yours mirrored the actions and grew confident at the realization that what you left behind would peek over his shirts; announce to the rest of the world that he was yours, even if the matter of ‘who’ remained a mystery. Strong, calloused hands wandered down your frame, grasping and kneading eagerly. Yours followed, sliding across his torso and lightly scratching at scarred flesh; taking the time to admire all the uniquely shaped tissue beneath. Lips grow more and more enthused in their own exploration’ yours find themselves wrapping around Leon’s cock, his normally focused eyes lidded as he watches you sink down beneath him.

It doesn’t take much work to have him unwound, all but begging you for more attention.

You give it to him in the form of nudging his legs with your shoulders, encouraging him to sit back and allow you to slip wet fingers against the outer portions of his anus, teasing at the delicate bundle of nerves before slipping in to stretch him around you. Gently as you could, you worked at him with your fingers, all the while continuing to use your mouth, creating an exhilarating mixture of sensations that effectively erased any lingering tension within Leon’s body. His moans grew breathier, chest heavy with want as he sunk against the sheets and lazily entangled his hand in your hair.

“Just like that…” He panted, tone wavering as he’d bit back a hopeless whine.

You pull back, as if not to speak but to coax that whine through his tumbling fortitude. It works; he whines your name.

“You think you can take me?” Your fingers continue their rhythmic motions, thrusting in and out. Emphasizing each thrust in with a subtle curl to brush against his prostate.

“I—Mnn…. I know I can.” A lopsided grin forms on his lips; he’s challenging you.

You accept it. You withdraw easily, giving him a coy command to stay in place whilst finally pulling your own bottoms off. First your outer layer, which sheds to reveal the comfortable bulge in your underwear. The pair is tighter than you’d normally wear, but you’d known the emphasis would be well enough to capture his attention.

“That a gun in your pants, or…?” He snickers as your expression falters. Your eyes flicker to his.

“Really, Leon?” You almost wish it was, despite the amusement in your tone.

You can’t help but roll your eyes as you give his leg a playful nudge with yours, pulling back before he can retaliate and stepping over to your nightstand to retrieve the small bottle of lube you’d purchased on your way back. As you stepped back to the emptied space between his legs, he’d sat up on his elbows and held out a palm. Curiously, you slid the bottle to him and watched as he sat up to squirt the liquid into his hand. Wordlessly, he ran calloused fingers across the skin-like surface of your packer. Rubbed his palm against the subtle curvature in a way that naturally adjusted the prosthesis to a more erect position, allowing the beaded up lube to slick the shaft and sprawl across the tip.

Once the packer was sufficiently lubed, Leon couldn’t help but tease you; attempt to get payback for the miserably needy state you’ve put him in. He leans back on the bed and dramatically poises himself for you. You all but pounced at the opportunity, aligning yourself to him and sinking in. Immediately any remaining fortitude faded, your chests pressing together as you’d made him take every inch of you. He was eager to receive it, though, as his hands found themselves rested on your waist as you’d established a rough, rhythmic pace. His lips parted, unable to press together as he’d given in to his pleasure. Moans and whines filled the air between you and traversed through the thinned hotel walls, but neither of you cared. Not then; not when your own mixed in as the rutting sensation against your t-dick became prominent. Your head found itself buried in his neck, lazily pressing uncoordinated kisses to the marked skin.

“So, what was that about a gun?” You teased, words barely able to escape you as your head grew dizzy with pleasure. And from the broken up laughter you’d received in response, it seemed Leon was in a similarly intoxicated state.

Was, like you, teetering on the edge of enjoyment and climax. And quickly as your rendezvous began, it ended explosively. Lips connected and breaths were taken as the sensation choked your nerves, only to slowly subside as the two of you came to rest beside one another.