Here's my finished piece for @huntersmarkzine! I'm so glad I got to draw Video Game Husband my favourite guy killing his wife <3 I had a blast. Go check out the rest of the pieces!
You knew better than to ask any specific details about Zeno’s work but there was truly no sensible way of denying where you were currently headed as you glance out of the window of the helicopter and take in the ruined city which is rapidly approaching far on the horizon.
“We’re going to Raccoon City?” The surprise in your tone is palpable, mind whirling with sudden concern over lingering radiation and the urban legends of monsters still lurking within the quarantined walls. Raccoon City had been back in the news recently, the government deciding to extend its quarantined state for safety reasons which came across as vague at best.
“Victor and I will be attending a short bit of important business below Raccoon City,” Zeno answers, barely looking up from his encrypted tablet as he loosely waved a palm towards the silent Victor who had adopted the role of pilot and was quietly guiding the helicopter to their shared destination. “You will be remaining above ground in a safe hold until we are ready to leave.”
A safe hold? Shit. Maybe there were monsters in Raccoon City.
“Worried about me? That’s sweet. Should I be worried about…anything?” The prying is unsubtle, your tights rubbing together and skirt hiking an inch as you cross your ankles on the floor below.
“Not at the moment. The paperwork I would have to file to explain the circumstances of your consumption by a mutated spider would be tedious so I have ensured the safe hold is adequate.”
Seriously hoping that his words were little more than a tasteless joke, you bury your anxiety deep and instead project the easy confidence which you know Zeno appreciates as you smile over at him, “Killjoy. Maybe I want to experience a little bit of danger. You’ve got to learn to have some fun, Z.”
A wicked idea nips at your thoughts and, estimating that you have enough time, you choose to tease him a little before the descent towards the ground begins. Freeing your right foot from your shoe is simple enough, what proves trickier is slipping down far enough in your seat to reach your target as you slowly reach across the space and glide your foot up the inseam of Zeno’s suit pants as you teasingly work your way up towards his groin.
His body stills at the contact, the tablet immediately being placed down on the empty set to his side as he fixes you with a thoroughly irritated look; his nose flaring and lips thinning out into a straight line.
“Stop that.”
You shake your head as a playful smile tilts up the corners of your lips, “You’re a strong guy. If you wanted me to stop, you could snap my poor little foot like a twig.” His face appears to consider the option for a moment and you roll your eyes at his posturing, “But I know you like it.”
Your foot finally reaches his concealed cock, the length only half hard against your foot as you rub him roughly through the fabric. The texture of your thin tights makes it easy, the material allowing you to slide across the bulge of his cock with little difficulty.
Zeno’s voice is tight as he replies but he makes no effort to move away from your teasing, “You vex me.”
“That’s not what you say when you’re buried between my legs, begging me to let you touch me.”
Zeno’s eyes flick to Victor with the faintest hint of panic, curious if your hushed conversation could be heard by the focused pilot. You tilt your head to the side too, confident that Victor is too engrossed in his own, no doubt incredibly fucked up, thoughts to give a single shit what the pair of you are up to.
“Factually incorrect,” Zeno mutters in a vaguely suffering tone, “as you will recall, I do say it then.” He delivers it deadpan but the slight humour in the words alights heat in your chest as you know you have him wrapped around your finger once more.
“Yeah, you do.” You purr, rolling the ball of your foot over his cock, feeling the length growing harder with every passing moment.
Looking past you for a moment, Zeno calls out to the cockpit with a voice of forced nonchalance.
“Victor, are we steady?”
“Yes, Zeno.” Victor’s soft voice answers from the cockpit after a pause, his thick fingers audibly flicking at some unseen buttons. “We will land within the half hour.”
“Excellent.” Zeno confirms, his head snapping back to you with such speed that the motion was practically a blur. His expression is filled with a sudden heat, arousal making his features tight as he stares at you with something so decidedly predatory that excitement thrums through your groin and your thighs squeeze in anticipation.
Without warning, Zeno makes his move and his enhanced speed is such that one minute he’s in his own seat, glaring at you, and the next he is kneeling roughly between your knees with his hands spreading your thighs to allow him to press in close enough to your body that you can smell his familiar cologne.
“Don’t do that. It’s freaky as hell.” You huff, quickly overcoming the startle of his inhumane movements as you sink into his presence and enjoy the strength which emits from him like a strange aura.
Ignoring the criticism, his gaze remains hard as he slowly snakes his hand up to wrap his gloved fingers gently around your neck, pulling you down until his lips can dip up to greedily press against your own. He tastes like cigarettes, a habit he refuses to kick despite his inability to grow truly addicted to the nicotine within.
“Don’t leave me alone too long.” You warn him, pulling away to drop your hand and rub your palm into his groin, smirking as you feel his hard cock twitch at the touch. “If you do, I’ll fuck myself and make you watch. No touching.”
Zeno inhales sharply, the sound almost a gasp as you fall into your playful roles with ease.
“If you can ditch the corpse for a bit,” your tone dropping even lower, you flick your thumb over your shoulder to indicate Victor, “then we could have some real fun before you have to disappear on me again.”
The conflict in Zeno’s eyes is beautiful to watch, white suit crinkling as he remains kneeling between your legs. On his hip hangs that obscenely long, engraved gun which he was very precious about – something in its unique construction making him incredibly possessive as he took it everywhere with him. The design was beautiful, as flashy as the man himself, and you shift your shoeless foot to stroke along the lengthy barrel in tandem with your teasing hand.
“Not possible. The company-” Zeno begins, his voice strained as his fingers leave your throat to roughly begin to massage your thighs with an almost mindless rhythm.
“Your choice, Z.” Running a hand through his brilliantly blonde hair, many of the strands so pale they were practically a mixture of white and silver, you tilt your head down at him, “But remember, if you take too long then you’ll have to wait until we’re back on home turf before you get any kind of special reward.”
The Zeno fuckers and the Gideon fuckers we need to be like best friends and go on double dates and we can bond over our evil fictional men while they beat each other to death in the background
This was actually in the works for awhile, but after hearing the cries for Bloodborne Leon, I caved, and I'm posting it early! So here's Leon fighting Father Gascoigne!
Obviously Leon gets plucked out of his reality and into the world of Yharnam by the Moon Presence and made into a hunter after the events of RE9. He's tasked with the responsibility of killing a BUNCH of monsters, along with another Eldritch entity before he's allowed to go back to his own world. ((Basically the same at the Elden RIng AU, but Bloodborne flavored, and with only Leon.))
((OH, There's also the fact that Leon has to depend on using Blood Vials to heal himself, which is actually what's causing the people of Yharnam to turn into monsters, and it's also addictive. So, surely there won't be any consequences for using this or anything.....)))
Posts keep reminding me of Bloodborne. You could say it's a disease. The cure is the old blood turning them into silly edits. More to come most certainly (they didn't all fit here).
Thinking about RE2R!Werewolf!Leon thrusting into you from behind while he is in rut, he would let out a howl like growl as your tight and warm heat wrapped around his aching cock, his tail is swaying erratically behind him as he moved his hips, your shared bed creaking under the motion.
His swollen tip dragging across your sensitive walls making you moan and arch your hips up, His arms were either side of your head, caging you in but not crushing you.
"Leon I'm too sensitive." You would whine softly but Leon would just apologize while his hips kept thrusting slowly, listening to the sound of your breath catching when he pressed the top of his knot to your entrance. "I know baby, I know." *he cooed softly as he pressed kisses to the back of your neck and your shoulders.
If you truly wanted him to stop and said your safe word cupcake, then he would stop and slowly pull out, help you shower and make sure you where tucked into bed and comfortable before dealing with himself. But by the way you where clenching around him, trying to pull him deeper and pushing your hips back against him, he knew you wanted this as much as he did.
"It's going to be a bit of a stretch baby." He says kissing your shoulder, before he felt you nod your head, he knew this wasn't easy for you and that there needed to be alot of prep, but every time you took his knot it made him feel so proud of you.
When he heard you take a deep breath, he slowly started to push in, showering your neck and shoulder blades with kisses and nuzzles, while praising you. "Such a good girl." "So proud of you." And once he is fully inside, hearing a soft suction noise that is where he would stay for hours, just knotted inside you....
AN: I know alot of people see rookie Leon as a soft boy, but I think he has always been a soft switch, I understand people seeing him only as a sub but I feel there would be times where he wants to take control, the man loves his partner but he isn't no push over.
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