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Hello! Not a request per say but something I wished to share to someone who also loves Zeno: Zeno with the song “The Perfect Girl” or “Spectral Tease” by Mareux. Him being seen through the eyes of the reader not as an imitation but as something to be admired and adored. The man being idolised by someone who can give him what he yearns for.

Fri, 05 Jun 2026 11:47:57 -0400

Hii :3

I would love to see how he deals with this news, but Capcom cut it short 😭

That moment when all his confidence suddenly vanished and hesitation appeared in his eyes... maybe even disappointment.

I want to hug him so much and tell him that he is not an imitation but his own person. 🥹

I'm excited to see that the creators have noticed the positive reception to Zeno and are planning to expand his character.I hope this will be his backstory because we don't even know when his birthday was. 💔

His relationship with the reader would be like

She fell first but he fell harder

Your eyes told me “Girl, come ride me”

Fri, 05 Jun 2026 06:12:48 -0400

Your eyes told me “Girl, come ride me”

character: Zeno Wesker (Resident Evil 9)

synopsis:Zeno comes home from work tired, and you decide to take care of him. You’ve been thinking about him since morning.

pairing: Zeno x Female!Reader

content warning: nsfw (18+) mdni!,smut,ofc cowgirl position, reader is somehow in heat lol,plot? what plot?,dirty talking

words count:1729

a/n: I opened the document and god left the chat.

requested by anon here

tags: @indiebat @falsevacuum @morganroot92

Zeno came home tired, but you’d been craving him since morning. Usually, you didn’t have time for even a quickie, so your moments of tenderness quickly vanished. It made you both feel irritated, so you decided to change things. You made him dinner and then planned a warm bath so he could relax. You greeted him with a hug. He laughed softly and placed his hand on your head.

“Someone here missed me, huh?” You looked up at him and buried your face in his chest again.

“Are you surprised? We’ve had so little time for ourselves lately…” You almost whispered, but he immediately answered you.

“I’m a little tired, as you can see…I should have the weekend off.” The problem was, you didn’t want to wait. With each passing day, you felt like you couldn’t handle the growing sexual tension inside you anymore. You tried to regulate it in your own way…but that was a temporary solution.

“You don’t have to do anything…let me take care of everything, okay?” You kissed him on the cheek and led him to the table. “And after dinner, I invite you for a bath.” You smiled a little.

It was rare for you to be in control in bed, because he loved being on top… But today, he wouldn’t mind being underneath you.

You felt your high libido finally being sated, and for that reason, you almost immediately followed him to the bathroom. A warm, foamy bath was already waiting for him there. And inside, the distinct scent of vanilla wafted through the air. At first, he hadn’t expected you to come, but he calmly exhaled.

“You’re not letting go of me, are you?” He laughed, and your hands moved forward, starting to unbutton his shirt.

“After all, since you’re so tired…you certainly don’t have the energy to wash up, do you? You wouldn’t mind if I helped you?” You giggled almost in his ear, and when you finally got his shirt off, your hands landed on his smooth chest. Your hands gently moved further and further down, finally stopping at his belt. Instead, your lips kissed his neck. You knew this was his weak spot, especially when him began to tremble slightly.

“You still react the same way, like it was the first time.” You laughed softly and slowly pulled the belt out of his pants. Then, of course, you took them off. You felt a sudden warmth spread across your chest. He didn’t resist your movements; quite the opposite, he even liked the way you were undressing him. When he was finally naked, he stepped into the tub, immediately resting his head on the edge. You just smiled and quickly stripped off your clothes. He closed his eyes for a moment, so when you sat on his lap, he opened them.

“Like this?” He probably thought you wouldn’t come in, but since you had time to yourself now, you wanted to make the most of it. You nodded and immediately reached for one of the nearby bath gels. Already having some of it in your hands, of course, you began to spread it over his chest. Despite his exhaustion, a slight smile remained on his lips. He couldn’t have asked for more… the pleasant warmth of the water and your hands on him was just what he needed today. You were so close that your breasts were practically at his eye level. He moved his hands to your hips, adjusting you on his lap. You giggled softly, but you finished washing his chest and then reached for his hair. Since it was short, it wouldn’t take long to dry, and you knew he almost loved it when you touched it.

“What did I do to deserve such royal treatment?” He laughed softly to himself as you began massaging his wet hair.

“I finally saw how tired you were back today…I wanted you to relax a bit.” You explained and looked into his eyes for a brief moment before giving him a quick peck on the lips.

His hands gradually moved a little higher than your thighs, but not yet on your breasts. While you were tending to his hair, he was now curiously exploring your naked body with his hands. You couldn’t hide the way your nipples reacted to his gentle touch there, hardening as a result.

“Someone seems impatient here.” He said with a light laugh, and you quickly rinsed the suds from his hair. You felt your cheeks flush a little, and you quickly revealed it.

“…You know, I did it today thinking about you.” It suddenly felt embarrassing because you had never mentioned to him that you had masturbated while he was at work.

Hearing something like that, a mischievous smile immediately appeared on his face.

“Who would have thought? My not-so-innocent little girl.” He placed his hand on your cheek and immediately said, “ Show me how much you missed me.”

For a moment, you felt as if he’d been visibly woken up by the whole bath. You quickly got out of the tub, barely drying yourselves with a towel, and then you found yourself in the bedroom. You were immediately close to him, starting by kissing his lips. The first kisses felt like they were your first time, but with each subsequent kiss, they grew bolder.

“Let’s start with kisses…and then,” you said between them, and then your lips were on his neck. His hands found their way back to your hips, where he gently gripped them. When his hair was wet, you felt like he had a completely different look…one that made him look even more alluring than before. If that was even possible.

You gently pushed him onto the bed behind you. He didn’t resist at all, but instead settled himself even more comfortably on the bed, placing his hands behind his head.

You smiled to yourself, noticing how stiff and ready his cock was. Instead of getting straight to the point, however, your mouth was now caressing his length, your hand hovering near his shaft, clenching slightly. As you did, you gazed into his eyes with an innocent look. This was just the warm-up for the best. You didn’t know why you’d been acting this way lately, so it would be best if you didn’t let him out of the bedroom all night. He didn’t seem to mind as your lips gently caressed his member. Your goal wasn’t to take him in, however, but you soon found yourself straddling him. You spread your legs a little wider and slowly lowered yourself down. You held your breath for a moment, feeling the pleasant stretch. You placed your hands on his thighs, leaning back slightly, and began to slowly move your hips back and forth.

“If I were to show you how much I miss you…We wouldn’t have enough night” You replied with a laugh, looking into his eyes.

“But today I’ll try to limit myself…don’t count on anything like that again.” You laughed quietly, and one of your hands rested on your hip.

“That’s brave of you… I can’t wait for you to do it.” He smiled. Usually, he was the dominant partner, but today he enjoyed the role of just lying there and surrendering to you.

You quickened your pace a bit, immediately lying on top of him to whisper in his ear.

“I can’t promise I won’t come to your work someday and we won’t do it on that damn clean desk.” You admitted and started licking his earlobe.

He gave you all the control, and his hands limited themselves to placing them on your hips, gently stroking that spot.

“I didn’t think you were so needy…I think I’m starting to like it.” He admitted with a smile.

You immediately placed your hands on his cheeks, beginning to kiss him passionately on the lips. You didn’t wait for things to heat up, but your tongues immediately touched. Despite this, your movements were so fast that you felt yourself running out of air a little faster. You felt like you could hear the bed creak slightly with each movement. This turned you on even more, moving your lips to his neck instead. You didn’t think much of it and simply left visible marks of your teeth, and he seemed to wake up from his trance, induced by these sensations on both sides.

“Are you marking me? You know I’m all yours and you’re all mine .” He said with ragged breaths, now focusing all his attention on your bouncing breasts.

“You look even better with them.” You replied quickly, cupping your breasts, which were already aching from all the bouncing. Unlike him, you had more energy at that moment and saw him close his eyes for just a moment.

You smiled to yourself, and when you were leaning towards him again, you moved his hands to your buttocks.

“Just hold them there…” You said, feeling your orgasm begin to approach, and it probably wouldn’t be your last today.

He might have been tired, but he still listened to your commands, even sinking his fingers into your delicate skin. You squealed softly, lying against his warm chest. He might not have been doing much, but small beads of sweat had already formed. You’d been moving at a near-constant pace the entire time, feeling yourself even more aroused after your first orgasm.

You needed to do something with your hands, which were on his body again, resting on his shoulders. You bit your lower lip, and your hips moved so quickly that wet sounds echoed throughout the room. You could increasingly see in his face that his own climax was approaching. He tilted his head back slightly and did the same with his eyes. His hands only tightened their grip on your buttocks… almost possessively.

You were panting heavily against each other, feeling almost sticky. You didn’t mind, just brushing his wet hair aside to kiss his forehead.

“I told you I’d take care of you…But now we have to wash up again.” You laughed, closing your eyes briefly, your head resting against his chest, listening to his racing heartbeat.

He placed his hand on your back and smiled a little.

“We’ll be going soon…let’s leave it like this for a while.” He said in a near whisper, trying to calm his ragged breathing.

Good morning love & happy Thursday!❤️ I hope you have a good day & keep your chin up🙏 Btw, I loved your recent fic❤️

Thu, 04 Jun 2026 12:19:11 -0400

Hii :33

This is really good because I'm starting to finish the requests and they should be up soon

I hope your day went well too ✨

I just love snow leopards, they're like a big kitten hahah

Never planned that one day, I’d be losing you

Mon, 01 Jun 2026 05:01:34 -0400

Never planned that one day, I’d be losing you

character:Albert Wesker (Resident Evil)

synopsis:It’s been a few months since Albert’s death and you still haven’t come to terms with it, just like your son.

pairing:Albert x Widow!Reader

content warning: None but angst

words count:3728

a/n: I don’t care about the chronology (it’s definitely a bit off here) but I still think it turned out pretty angst. This one hurts. you’ve been warned.

requested by anon here

tags: @indiebat @falsevacuum @morganroot92

It’s only been a few months since Albert died, swallowed by a volcano. You never thought the grief would grip you so deeply. Not a day went by without you thinking about him, and what if he had survived? It was difficult for you, but what could your son say? You didn’t wait long to hear the news that his father was dead. After all, you couldn’t bear those innocent questions about where he was. From the moment he knew, there wasn’t a night that he didn’t sleep with you. He’s a painful reminder of your deceased loved one, because he’s like a carbon copy of him. You knew he wasn’t a completely good person, but only for you could he show a completely different face. You felt special because he could only smile genuinely with you, but now you’d never see that again. Now you were a single mother with a child and be a widow. You had to be strong, even for your son, who finally had only you. He was old enough to start preschool, yet he still needed your constant attention. When you were at work, Albert usually took care of him, but now you were taking him with you more and more often. At first, you were a little skeptical about the idea; after all, Rhodes Hill was no place for a child. Your boss also had a similar worldview to yours. He was surprised when your son was too quiet for a child his age. This pleased him, but you were quite the opposite, because you saw the reason behind it. You couldn’t leave him alone for a moment, because he immediately looked for you. It was the same this time, as you took the stack of documents in your hand and sat him down in your chair.

“Mom will go take this to Victor. Will you wait here for a moment for me?” You said calmly, gently stroking his blond hair.

He nodded, and then, a little hesitantly, you left the room. You were increasingly concerned about how withdrawn he was. Any other child in his position wouldn’t have been able to sit still. You knew you had to take that first serious step take him to a psychologist, but you felt it might be problematic. Sometimes it was hard for him to open up to you, let alone to a stranger. You knocked on Victor’s office door, waiting for a message from inside. As soon as you heard the quiet invitation, you entered. As usual, he sat at his desk, focused. You’d been seeing more and more new people at the center lately, and it wasn’t just the doctors.

“I brought the documents you asked for.” You said, placing them gently on the already somewhat crowded desk.

He seemed in a trance for a moment, looking through one single patient chart, then replied.

“Thank you…I feel like if it weren’t for you, I’d definitely be lost.” You rarely heard a compliment from him, but when you did, you remembered it for days. You didn’t want to disturb him, so you immediately left and noticed your son calling a man in white “Dad” in the hallway. He, on the other hand, had no idea what he was supposed to do, so he became a little unsure.

You walked closer to him and gently grabbed his hand.

“Honey…he’s not dad, and I’m sorry, sir, it’s been happening more and more often lately.” You said, clearly embarrassed by what had happened. Few people knew about your problems because you thought that if anyone found out, they would consider it a weakness. You lifted your son into your arms, who immediately snuggled into you, starting to cry softly. You placed your hand on his back and looked at the stranger. The only thing he might have in common with your late husband was dark glasses and a similar-looking face.

“Nothing happened… I understand how hard this might be for him.” The white-haired man replied, adjusting the cuff of his white suit.

***

You two were barely talking, but just as you were about to leave for home, you noticed your son was gone again. You tried not to panic, believing you’d soon find him somewhere nearby, pacing the hallway. Once again, however, you found him close to the white-haired man. This time, however, he clung to his leg, refusing to let go.

“Mom, I found Dad,” he said, clearly pleased, to you. You sighed loudly at the stranger’s expression, probably trying to explain it to him.

“You don’t have to apologize for him.” He said before you could even open your mouth.

Your son clearly seemed to ignore what you were saying to each other, because he continued to speak to the man as if he were Albert. He even used his first name.

“Honey, let’s go home…it’s late.” You said to the boy, trying to grab his hand, but he was too stubborn.

“I’m not leaving until Dad and I get back!” You didn’t want to bother this man, especially since he was about to leave.

However, instead of getting angry, he replied with calmness in his voice.

“Let’s go… Mom’s getting a little nervous after all.” He decided to play his game, though, which embarrassed you. Only now did you notice that his eyes were the same color as Albert’s. It couldn’t be possible… You didn’t believe in reincarnation. He’d never mentioned having a family before, and this man looked so similar. Your son seemed happy, but you hadn’t told him yet that you were going to a psychologist tomorrow. It would be better if he didn’t know. After all, how many times can you stand it when he finds some tall, blond guy in the crowd and calls him “Dad”? You sighed quietly, and when you were in the car, the man said:

“There’s still some work to do… but promise me you’ll be good,” he said to him, and you wouldn’t have expected him to want to help you at all. People usually passed by indifferently.Not only were you still stuck in the grief but you also had to watch your child, because he could cling to a strange man.

But he rubbed his eyes, tiredly, looking up.

“I missed you so much… Dad, but if you have to.” He replied quickly and you immediately sat him in the back of the car, fastening his seatbelt. You closed the door behind you and immediately spoke to him.

“Thank you for what you did…and you didn’t have to, because I understand how it might have been a little awkward.” You admitted, folding your arms.

He simply shrugged, and you noticed how his facial expression was quite limited. It was hard to find even a hint of embarrassment in the whole situation.

“You realize you can’t do this forever? It’ll only destroy him even more… I know you’re protecting him, but you’re hurting him even more.” He explained, and you got the impression he could say it from experience.

“Of course, yes…thanks again and see you soon.” You replied, and in a moment you were in the driver’s seat. This was all starting to get weirder and weirder.

Now you were in the psychologist’s office with your son on your lap. You’d been here before without him, though, because the doctor needed you to outline the situation. She’d expected him to avoid hearing what she were saying. Now, even while you were here, she tried to encourage him to talk while they played. He was focused on drawing on a nearby piece of paper, and the words seemed to fly past his mind. You patted his head. You didn’t want to pressure him because you knew how difficult this might be for him, but you were optimistic nonetheless.

“What was your dad like?” she asked, smiling a little, and then a breakthrough occurred. He set one of the crayons aside and looked at her.

“The best…he rarely smiled, but when I was around, he smiled almost every second.” He explained, feeling tears welling up in his eyes at the memory. “He often told me how proud he was of me…I loved it most when he came home late and lay down next to me and Mom on the bed.” He looked away, immediately burying his head in the crook of your neck. You placed your hand on his back, wanting to give him the support he so desperately needed right now.

The doctor across from him nodded and wrote something down in a small notebook. She waited patiently until he had calmed down a bit before speaking.

“I see…and now you see him everywhere, like this?” He couldn’t speak, feeling his eyes water again, but he just nodded.

“It’s not your fault that this happened… and we’re here to help you.” A gentle smile appeared on her lips again. The entire visit went like this: he sat on your lap and answered the woman’s questions. Maybe not always completely correctly, but you were still proud that he wanted to share his feelings with her. You hadn’t thought you needed help before, thinking you could deal with your own grief on your own, but at the end of the visit, the doctor suggested therapy for you. You never saw it that way, trying to keep all those emotions bottled up, but clearly your child was absorbing all those moments like a sponge.

You felt like you were finally on the right track. When you got home, he immediately collapsed into bed, exhausted, and you had a moment to yourself. The image of that mysterious man came back to you. Why did he look so similar to him? You didn’t think you’d start to see similarities in him, just like your son. At first glance, he looked like a complete stranger… but the longer you stared at your wedding photo, you began to notice the similarities Albert had with this man. You set the frame down, immediately stepping away. You felt a sense of loneliness creeping over you. Before, you could have snuggled into his muscular arms, but now… that wouldn’t happen. The mask of strength that had held it all so well finally slipped away. You found yourself on the couch, burying your face in your hands. Tears began to slowly fall from your eyes. You’d thought about moving out more than once, because this place brought back too many memories, but it was a struggle. Not only did you have a job here, but also preschool for your son. It could certainly be additional stress for both of you. You sat in silence, but you felt as if you heard Albert’s voice behind you. It wouldn’t be the first time something like this had happened, and at first, you sincerely believed it was really him. Now, however, you were certain it was a figment of your imagination, missing him so desperately. You glanced up toward the kitchen, where the image of a blond man dressed in black cooking flashed before your eyes. He usually did it because, as he said, he liked to have control over what you ate. You could say he was a bit obsessed with healthy eating, but he never forced you or judged your choices. You remembered your last moments together, how he told your son he was going away for a while but promised to return soon. He never returned, and then the news of his death was overwhelming, even to this day. Someone up there clearly wants you to suffer even more by sending someone so similar to him near you. You didn’t consider that it might be him, just in a different body… that would be pretty weird to ask him. You don’t even know his name.

You knew you shouldn’t, but still, whenever Zeno appeared in Rhodes Hill, you felt relief. It was as if Albert were with you again. A bond, almost like a friend, had developed between you. With each passing day, you noticed the similarities between them more and more… and perhaps that was why you felt so at peace in his company. You never saw him raise his voice, and perhaps that was what drew you closer. You saw your son talking to him more and more often. His calm aura seemed to affect him too. He never called him “Dad” again, despite all the therapy you’d been through together. He should have been disappointed that he wasn’t who he thought he was… but it was surprising how gentle Zeno was with him. At first glance, he looked like someone who disliked children and considered them loud… yet you felt as if he recognized himself in your child. You knew each other a little, but sometimes you felt like you didn’t know him at all. He was very reserved and mysterious about his past… he never mentioned his mother or father. He always showed up at Rhodes Hill alone and left alone. It’s very strange that two of you, who are alone people, found each other. You felt like there was a connection between you from the start.

Today, as usual, you showed up at the center completely distracted. You showed up again with your son, who was very close to you. Through these meetings with the psychologist, you managed to control his emotions somewhat, and he stopped telling Zeno he was his father. While you were busy with work, he sat in one of the armchairs, drawing in a small notebook he usually brought here. However, this apparent calm was suddenly interrupted by Victor’s intrusion, who immediately turned his gaze to you.

“I know it’s unexpected, but I need you to go with me to another city as my assistant.” He explained, then looked at the child. “Do you have someone to leave him with? It’ll probably take us all day, and you won’t have time to take care of him then.”

You sighed quietly and immediately stood up, speaking.

“I’ll call his nanny right away, okay?” You knew refusing such an offer wouldn’t be the best for your budget. You needed the money, especially since you were a single parent. You had a nanny friend who already knew your son a bit. However, when she answered, she said she couldn’t come today because of a cold. It sounded serious, as it probably did, and for a moment you felt a bit lost. You couldn’t leave him with just anyone, and you were running out of time to decide.

“Easy… I still have one person left.” You replied quickly and, somewhat reluctantly, dialed Zeno’s number. He would be the last person you’d suspect of taking good care of a child… but contrary to appearances, he got along quite well with your child. Other adults would talk to him like a child, but he always saw him as an equal. It was hard for you to imagine him speaking in such a charmingly annoying way. He only answered the second time. Your offer surprised him a bit, as this wasn’t how he imagined spending his day off from work. He agreed and even said he could come pick him up at the center. You were still unsure whether you should. Even with that nanny, you had moments of hesitation, wondering if you were really doing the right thing.

You walked your son to the parking lot and before he even got into his car, you hugged him tightly.

“Remember that I love you very much, right? I will try to come back as soon as possible.” You said, looking into his eyes.

He nodded and simply kissed you on the cheek. You didn’t want to prolong the goodbye, but then you remembered you didn’t have that much time. You reluctantly let him go, and Zeno closed the door after him, but before getting into the driver’s seat, he spoke to you.

“Remember, if anything happens, you have my number, right? Don’t worry, I won’t blow up your house.” He tried to joke. This attempt at humor, however, didn’t help you at all.

“You’re not comforting at all… if I’m not back by tonight, make sure he goes to bed early.” You instructed him, and he just rolled his eyes. You watched him drive away for a moment longer, then went back inside to grab the necessary things for today’s conference.

Meanwhile, at your house, as soon as they arrived, Zeno did something he shouldn’t have. He expected you might not like it, but he still needed to light up. He didn’t do it right next to the child, but rather leaned halfway out the window. He tried to pretend he wasn’t smoking, but your son was a bit smarter and commented on it immediately.

“Dad said smoking was unhealthy.” He stared at the back of his head, holding a teddy bear in his hands. “And Mom will probably be mad if she smells that…”

“Maybe it is, but when you grow up, you’ll understand why people sometimes do that.” He replied without turning around. As if he were afraid that even a speck of smoke would drift inside.

He shrugged and sat on the floor, hugging the toy closer to him.

“How long does it burn?” He asked with a curious tone in his voice, like a child.

“Easy, I’ll be finished in a moment… do you want to play something?” Your son was still his first contact with a child, so his playtimes usually looked rather stiff. As he spoke, he immediately covered up any trace of smoking and sprayed his clothes with a sample of the perfume he usually carried with him. He closed the window tightly and noticed the blond boy on the carpet, spreading out his toys. They were various cars, from police cars to military ones. There were also some appropriate action figures nearby. Zeno watched him for a moment, seeing him find something to do, but then the boy has spoke.

“Which one do you prefer?” He lifted the two cars slightly, giving him a choice. He would have preferred to avoid that, because somehow, watching the child was easier than engaging in play with him. The way your son’s childhood was so happy, despite the loss of his father, pained him immensely. He couldn’t quite remember what his own was like, but he was certain he’d never met his parents. He couldn’t count on behaving like a normal child back then. Seeing the anticipation in your son’s eyes, he seemed to snap out of a trance.

“Let’s have this one.” He pointed to one and carefully lowered himself to the floor. He felt strange about it. After all, as an adult, he should know what it was like to play… but now he looked embarrassed, holding that car in his hands. Your son, on the other hand, drove around in a police car while talking.

“Mom said dad used to be a policeman, is that a hard job?” He asked with childish naivety, tilting his head slightly to the side.

At first, Zeno thought about all the negative aspects of this job, but then he remembered that a child should not listen to how a police officer can even die during an intervention.

“It’s really hard work…you have to be very brave to do something like that, it’s another danger every day,” he explained, starting to shyly drive his car across the floor.

He nodded, but then immediately picked up one of the figurines, beginning to play the role of a policeman. Zeno was silent for a moment, unsure if he should react at all. It seemed embarrassing to him to speak for a toy, but seeing your son’s wide eyes, he couldn’t refuse. He knew that if even a hair on his head were to be harmed, he certainly wouldn’t have time to hide from your anger. He wondered what it felt like to have someone in the world who loved him as completely and selflessly as his mother. He began to envy your son again, a little, that he could experience this love every day and not have to earn it.

The next few hours passed quite peacefully, and he was getting better at taking care of him. Playing with cars was just the first stage he had to go through. Finally, after a long day, your son collapsed, exhausted, while watching a movie with him. He hadn’t expected a child to sleep so deeply that a gentle touch on the shoulder wouldn’t make him go and lie down in his room. And now he was leaning against his shoulder, breathing calmly. He tensed up at the feeling of his head on him. He had never been used to someone being so close, so he tried to keep his distance. He decided to gently ease him into the couch. He didn’t even react much when he moved and laid him down next to him. He immediately covered him with a thin blanket and placed a stuffed animal he seemed to be bonding with. For a moment, he stared at the picture as he slept peacefully. A few minutes later, you arrived home. You were tired, but seeing that the house was still intact, and most importantly, your son was fast asleep on the couch. You said to Zeno in a whisper.

“Thank you very much…I hope there were no problems?” You asked, taking off your coat.

“I was surprised that children could be so…” He searched for the right word in his head, but before he found it, you answered.

“Loving?“

“Let’s say something like that.” A truly subtle smile played on his lips. What you did next was something he hadn’t expected at all. You hugged him gently, and as soon as you pulled away, you said.

“Zeno… I thought that as a grown man I didn’t have to keep an eye on you, and your perfume couldn’t mask the smell of smoke.” You said it with a serious tone, but then you laughed quietly.

“Next time, I’ll buy a stronger perfume.” He merely snorted softly under his breath. This time, he was the one who initiated the hug. He felt like he’d needed it for a long time but was too embarrassed to ask. Now was the perfect opportunity.

so i have another request and this one is more silly. so basically you and zeno are going on a rare date, and you managed to get ready first for once, and watch from the bathroom as he faces the mirror getting ready. and boy is he so hot without even trying, putting on a suit. you then get a great idea after seeing his leather belt and decide to give him a few playful whips and he doesn’t even move or flinch. and he doesn’t even mind at all and is like, “what’re you doing an sweetheart” and “you should put that down” and when you say make me and run out the room he uses his powers to get to you instantly and tie your hands behind your back. he guides you to your twos bed and sits on the edge legs wipe and bends you over his lap and spanks you and you love it lol and he doesn’t stop, making you count until you apologize. he then pulls your dress back down fixes you and himself and you go on the date, and on the date he does a complete 180, acting a total gentleman, as if nothing happened which makes you more turned on knowing your gonna get it once you get home and boy does he teach you a proper lesson when you get back home.

Sun, 31 May 2026 06:02:03 -0400

When I started reading it I was like "hahah that's actually quite funny" but then I was like "oh shit Zeno and spanking? I guess that's my weak point"

Pillow princess Zeno. That’s it. That’s the prompt.

Sat, 30 May 2026 14:06:58 -0400

Hear me out Zeno is totally the type who would love cowgirl position prove me if I'm wrong 💋

Take me back to the night we met

Sat, 30 May 2026 04:25:21 -0400

Take me back to the night we met

character: Zeno Wesker (Resident Evil 9)

synopsis:You witness your husband’s death and you are unable to come to terms with it.

pairing: Zeno x Female!Reader

content warning: Only angst

words count:2634

a/n: I’m from Capcom, trust me, what I wrote is the canon ending.

Requested by @forbiddenmonumentinfiltrato here

tags:@indiebat @morganroot92 @falsevacuum

Your wedding to Zeno was a quick affair. It wasn’t a huge party for over a hundred people, but that didn’t bother you. You increasingly saw him immersed in a project at work. You knew from the start what he was doing, because you would never have believed him if he’d lied about being just a financier. They might have judged you, but you knew you couldn’t have turned against him. You supported him in what was supposedly meant to make him even stronger. By your standards, he’d already fallen significantly short of the average person, for example, with his surprisingly quick reaction time and stronger grip. That’s why, whenever he wanted to embrace you, he tried to match his strength to yours. One day, he told you he’d have to go away for a while because Victor told him he’d found the key to this whole Elpis thing. You didn’t know what you’d do alone at home without him for so long, so you agreed to go with him without hesitation. You only knew his business partner from his stories, and everything he said about him was true. He looked like a madman, but you had a feeling that no one else but him would finish his master’s latest project? You’d stayed as close to Zeno as possible the entire time, especially when you moved to the ruined Raccoon City. You’d never been here before, but you’d heard nothing but bad things about the place. It wasn’t much different in person; it was essentially a ruin teeming with strange undead creatures. But he looked so composed, as if he walked here at least every day, doing his morning jog.

You weren’t alone, because with you was that terrified FBI analyst, Grace Ashcroft, who was supposed to be the key to solving the Elpis mystery. You felt sorry for her, especially when your husband presented her with the evidence that Emily was one of the clones. Finally, she connected the dots, and the ground seemed to shift beneath her feet. The moment of apparent peace didn’t last long, as Leon Kennedy, the one who had made it his mission to hunt down Zeno, showed up. With his superhuman abilities, it wasn’t a big deal for him to avoid all the shots Leon fired. He made it clear he shouldn’t follow him any further, and when you left the police station, you were sure the DSO agent would take a long time to deal with whatever was your husband’s bodyguard. Eventually, that led you to the ARK lab, where what he had long dreamed of would happen. There was only one small problem left…

To free Elpis, you needed a password that only Spencer could know, but apparently, Grace knew it too. The four of you were here now, unsure what to expect, because as soon as she entered the password, nothing happened for a moment. Strangely enough, Victor wasn’t there there who had known all along. He immediately took one of the vaccine doses, which seemed within arm’s reach. The blonde tried to explain something to him, but he firmly refused. He looked as if in a trance, not even noticing you. He hadn’t noticed it yet, but you had. The dark spot on one side of his face was slowly fading, and his eyes were taking on a more human color. You could see from his expression that he was angry… very angry, even. After all, something that had made him feel invincible had actually made him an ordinary person. He wanted to attack Grace, but you blocked his path with your hand.

“It doesn’t make sense…” However, he managed to push you away and walked quickly towards the girl who was leaning over the barely alive Leon, injecting him with the golden liquid.

While he was so focused on the other two, he didn’t immediately notice Victor himself appear. He was looking your way, clearly amused. He dropped his mask, and for the first time, you saw his full face. His skin was dull and covered with delicate cracks, and his eyes were a similar shade to Zeno’s a moment ago. You immediately retreated closer to him. As if he had just woken from a trance, he focused on Gideon.

“It’s so cute that she came here with you.” He chuckled to himself.

“Unlike you, I have the gift of persuasion.” He replied quickly, then stood so that he was protecting you with his body. This body, which now lacked accelerated tissue regeneration.

“Spare me the chatter…I’m about to fulfill my master’s dying wish, so you’d better stay out of my way.” He said with a smile, approaching the large platform.

“You call this guy a master? He created a hopeless vaccine that was supposed to be a weapon, not deprive you of everything!” He laughed, looking ironically in his direction, now without his glasses, which he no longer needed.

“You clearly don’t understand his vision…which is a shame, because I really sometimes felt like you were more than just a mere imitation of someone better…someone who wouldn’t care about anything in your place.” He shifted his gaze to you. “And most importantly, he wouldn’t succumb to the greatest weakness in this world…that is, love. You made one mistake, and it will cost you dearly.” He said, not even giving him a moment to respond, as one of his long tentacles quickly found its way to the nape of his neck. For a moment, he stood still, but then his body went limp, as did his head. You stood in shock because it happened so suddenly. When you regained consciousness, you felt a lump forming in your throat. You lifted his head carefully, feeling the anger at Victor growing within you. You knew that if you had tried to attack him, you could have died just as he had. You couldn’t hold back your tears any longer. You simply burst into sobs so loudly that you were sure you could have heard them in the next room. You clutched his head tightly, feeling it still retained its warmth. You could especially feel it on his cheeks. You ignored the surroundings next to you, where the other three were currently fighting Victor.

“Why did it have to be you?” You sobbed to yourself as if he could hear you. You hugged his severed body part to you, sobbing, almost chokingly. You could barely see, but it reminded you of the time when he could regrow his wounds. You hadn’t logically considered that since he was human, placing his head where it had been severed wouldn’t magically revive him. You sobbed even louder when you saw it didn’t work. You stared at his limp body, feeling like a part of you had died. You didn’t want to leave him, even if it meant you’d die too. The thought of living alone after something like that never entered your mind. You were so focused on crying over his corpse that you didn’t even notice when the entire platform collapsed, and you finally found yourself on a lower level. The shock and headache from the fall caused you to lose consciousness almost immediately. You were still clutching Zeno’s head tightly, as if someone from Connections would do something if they found you. You only just woke up when a bright flashlight began shining directly into your eyes. You were exhausted from all the crying and physically exhausted, feeling your own injuries. Something must have happened to your leg, because you could barely move it. Connections soldiers found you. As soon as they hadn’t received a message from Zeno for a while, they decided to show up.They weren’t expecting it. With the help of one of them, you stood up, feeling a noticeable limp on one leg. The entire time, you held his head close to you, even though your arms were already tired from bearing the weight. You felt so awful that all you dreamed of was that it would all turn out to be one big nightmare. You vaguely heard one of the men call a helicopter to take you and Zeno’s body away. You had no idea what they planned to do with them, but you knew one thing. When they try to bury him, you won’t give them that option… after all, there has to be a way out, right?

The flight seemed to last forever, and you sat in one of the seats, leaning against the wall, your eyes half-closed. You needed rest, but you couldn’t sleep, not now, when everything was so uncertain. Being in the hospital, which belonged to the Connections organization, they’d first insisted on taking care of you. In fact, if it weren’t for the bloodstains on your shirt, you probably would have forgotten anything had happened to you because of all the emotions. They practically forced you to undergo tests, and in doing so, they took away your most precious possession. That was your husband’s head. Your last hope that you’d ever be able to hear his voice again, saying, “Good morning, sweetheart, how are you feeling?” You began to sob again, feeling your eyes red from crying so much. Your voice was so tired you couldn’t even shout to the men in scrubs who were taking his body away.

Reluctantly, you submitted to tests, and nothing serious came up, except that you were incredibly lucky. Only a few centimeters were missing, and one of your broken ribs would have punctured your lung. It didn’t comfort you at all. The feeling that he died protecting you was truly devastating. You’d always known that what he was doing wasn’t good, but he never behaved around you the way he did with other people. You found yourself in a room under observation because they wouldn’t let you move. And now you were lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. The moment Victor decapitated him replayed in your head like a broken record. It had happened so quickly, yet in your mind, it was like slow motion, so you could see every single step. Gideon knew what he was doing. After all, by doing something like that, he could be sure you’d be so absorbed in Zeno that you wouldn’t even try to get close to him. And now you lie here alone, feeling the pain hit you just now. Before, with all the emotions, you hadn’t even felt it. You wanted to believe they’d find a way to make things like before.

A short film of your time together flashed through your mind, one of which was when you went to a painting auction. It sounded a bit like a date, but neither of you called it that back then. You were only with him because he was mostly the one bidding. You’ll never forget that moment when he smiled, looking genuinely happy. Just like it was a surprise for him, it was also for you that he was a copy of someone you had no idea who the original was, but honestly, you didn’t care. After all, Zeno was one of a kind, and nothing and no one could change that. You fell asleep after a really long moment of staring at the ceiling and thinking. When you opened your eyes, however, you noticed two men near the door, clearly waiting for you. You rubbed your eyes and felt the pain in your chest even more intense. Not so much from a broken rib, but from the fact that your perhaps broken heart was metaphorical; it hurt like a real one.

“Someone is waiting for you,” one of them said, standing still as you, with some difficulty, walked closer to the door.

You sighed softly and allowed yourself to be led. They didn’t speak, just walked forward. You were still a little limping on one leg, but you tried to keep up. You felt like you’d walked through the entire building, so sterile that the smell made your head spin. Finally, you found yourself in the room where you assumed the cloning took place. You’d never really gone into detail about what it was like, so you looked around cautiously. But that wasn’t your destination. Another door opened before you, and you saw Zeno lying on the bed. Now his head seemed to be an integral part of his body, and he wore something like an oxygen mask over his face. The room was filled with the calm sounds coming from the small screen that monitored his heart rate. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. You had to rub your eyes in surprise. One of the men explained how they’d even done it. Apparently, his memories had been transferred to the body that had become his clone. You felt tears welling up in your eyes again. At that moment, you didn’t even think anything could be wrong. They’d left you here alone with him. You sat down in the chair next to him and gently grabbed his hand.

“…I thought I had lost you.” You whispered, feeling your vision begin to blur with tears.

He wiggled his eyebrows slightly as he opened his eyes. You could see how weak he still was, but most importantly, he was alive. He stared at you for a moment, then said.

“But who are you? I don’t remember you.” That sentence broke your heart once again. They hadn’t said anything about him suffering from amnesia, but was it even safe to transfer someone’s memories into another body like that? At first, you panicked a little, feeling a lump growing in your throat.

“It’s me… your wife, do you really not remember this, Zeno?” You asked with a trembling voice, observing his expression closely. He looked in your direction as if trying to remember, but then shook his head.

“I will do anything to make you remember…” You said with determination in your voice and gently ran your finger over his silver wedding ring.

“I think I have an idea for how you can remind me who you are.” He suggested, and before you could answer, he lowered his mask to his chin and then gently kissed you on the lips.

You had absolutely no idea what had just happened, but seeing his mischievous smile from under his mask, you knew.

“I should be mad at you for something like that…do you know how worried I was about you?!” You practically screamed at him.

“How could I forget you? You really do take up quite a bit of my memory.” He laughed a little and settled more comfortably on the bed. “I guess a lot happened… I don’t remember anything after that damned lab.” He explained quickly.

You wiped away the newly formed tears and lay down next to him on the bed. You rested your forehead against his.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again, okay? Because next time you might get a slap in the face instead of a kiss.” You huffed, pretending to be outraged, but then your hands found his, intertwining your fingers.

“I promise… and there won’t be a next time, I finally got a second chance, and I’m not going to waste it.” He replied, then moved closer to hug you. You immediately felt your body relax under the influence of his warmth.

“I love you, Zeno.” You whispered to him, tightening your grip on his back.

“I can’t imagine life without you… I don’t want to know what would have happened if Gideon had done this to you instead of me.” He admitted, closing his eyes as a few small tears fell. You immediately wiped them away and said with a calm voice.

“Let’s focus on the fact that we are here together.”

Silly-ish prompt request: You’re out shopping with Zeno and notice that he keeps eyeing an antique shop. You ask if he wants to check it out, but he admittedly denies it for stupid reasons. So, you drag him there and are genuinely surprised that Zeno’s vibrating with excitement

Sat, 30 May 2026 02:53:36 -0400

It's really funny because I was writing with someone about how Zeno would totally love places like this antique shop 👀

And then I see this request... hahhah

I see that you’re taking requests! I wanted to ask if you could please do a reader x zeno where the reader is an introvert and just a simple pencil pusher in Connections. She’s not higher up or well-known. Just a simple worker bee in a sea of other worker bees keeping their big bosses happy. She simply comes to work, collects her paycheck, and goes home. However, her life takes a turn when Zeno, the golden boy of Connections, takes an extreme liking to her, and the reader slowly but surely returns his affections. They keep their relationship secret because of office politics, but zeno is just happy to be with his introvert and keep her all to himself. Reader is also near-sighted and wears glasses.

Fri, 29 May 2026 09:52:06 -0400

Another workplace romance?

Sounds fantastic to me...and do you live in my walls?

This description reminds me a little too much hahah

I saw you was taking requests and I was thinking of a female reader who’s a higher up in the connections and Zeno’s boss and she likes to tease him relentlessly, not in the mean way but in a playful way and maybe one day it leads to something spicy 😗 sorry if this is too vague feel free to ignore if you want to

Fri, 29 May 2026 03:46:25 -0400

Okaaaayy sounds good

Office romance is probably one of my favorite themes Plus, she's his boss? I'm totally into it. 😝

has anyone done this yet

Thu, 28 May 2026 11:48:28 -0400

wumblified:

has anyone done this yet

You’re such a bad girl everyone talks about

Thu, 28 May 2026 06:07:25 -0400

You’re such a bad girl everyone talks about

character:Zeno Wesker (Resident Evil 9)

synopsis:You’ve been caught red-handed stealing and a handsome policeman has to search you.

pairing: Zeno x Female!Reader

content warning:nsfw(18+)mdni!-smut, handcuffs ofc ,power imbalanace,degradation,oral sex (Zeno is receiving),deep throath ig

words count:1802

a/n: I know Albert is more suited to the policeman scenario, but Zeno is also a good fit. I was inspired by people from one the Discord channel, and the photo above was also an inspiration, haha.

tags: @morganroot92 @indiebat @falsevacuum

Okay, it was stupid to go and break into a store at night. But leaving you there all alone was worse. Everyone had already evacuated as soon as the police sirens started wailing, and you hadn’t managed to escape. On your way out, you were met by a dozen or so police officers who didn’t believe your excuse that you were there by accident. Now you couldn’t help but wonder how people you considered friends could just abandon you. You’d resigned yourself to the fact that you’d gotten handcuffed and ended up in the back of a police car. Two officers were in the car, one of whom, with white hair, glanced back at you. For a moment, you thought you saw amusement in his eyes at the whole situation.

“What’s next for me?” You asked quickly. You wanted to believe his colleagues would find your fake friends and face them consequences. It was supposed to be just a stupid prank, and not wanting to stand out from the rest, you decided to go with them. And now you were going to the police station alone.

“I’ll have to question you,” he said firmly, his gaze once again focused on something in front of him.

At that moment, you wanted to lie down in your warm bed and forget you’d ever been drawn into this. Some people told you this wasn’t the right company for you… It’s a shame you found out so late. No one spoke the entire ride, and the only sound was the police radio.

Once there, it was the same man who’d spoken to you in the patrol car who grabbed your arm, leading you toward the interrogation room. He sat you down in a chair and sat across from you. The room looked almost standard, with a metal table in the center and a lamp hanging above it, flickering slightly. He looked you straight in the eye and then spoke.

“So, listen, how did this happen?” Considering the situation you were in, he was quite composed. You weren’t sure if that scared or reassured you more.

“I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.” You kept to repeat that you were there by accident. The entire time, he was staring at you intently, as if he have a polygraph in eyes.

“Maybe I’ll ask you a different question then. . Why would you be at the store in the middle of the night? It’s too late to be shopping.” He said firmly, refusing to be lied to, but you still stuck to your story. You didn’t know what the consequences would be, because not only had you stolen something, but you’d also broken in with others.

“Maybe I was sleepwalking, why didn’t you think of that, officer?” A slightly cheeky smile appeared on your face. Actually, it wasn’t the first time you’d done something like this, only this time the police had managed to catch someone. They’d prepared you for this kind of situation, so you weren’t even going to tell him whose idea it was.

His eyebrow rose slightly, and you sensed he wasn’t going to be easily unnerved.

“Don’t tell me such nonsense; you’re wasting my precious time, unless I can somehow encourage you to talk?” His voice was still calm, and he continued to look you in the eye, as if he wanted to exert some influence. Hearing something like that, you laughed briefly to yourself.

“So the good cop is finally coming to an end? Well, I’ve grown to like him already.” You sighed a little. There was no way you could have said who the leader was.

“You’re not trying to make me angry; you’re making things worse for yourself…the longer you continue to resist, I’ll make sure you get a whole bunch of community service hours to think about your behavior.” You took a deep breath, feeling things starting to get serious.

He stood up from his seat and reached for your still buttoned hands to unbutton them, but then he spoke.

“I need to search you, so stand up and spread your legs slightly and spread your hands wide.” He instructed you, and you stood up, waiting for him to do it. You wanted to get it over with. He was touching your body through your clothes when he suddenly stopped, feeling a protruding part. He didn’t want to dive under your skirt, so he gently moved it, and a moment later, a pink vibrator was on the floor. He lifted it and, before placing it on the table next to him, said.

“If that’s the situation, you’ll have to take off your clothes… I need to check everything thoroughly.” He said firmly, and you rolled your eyes. Trying to escape was pointless, so you just sighed loudly, starting to undress. A moment later, you were in front of him in your underwear, which you’d somehow managed to put on so quickly, still with the tag on it. He chuckled softly, and now this attempted search felt even more… imminent.

“You’re clever and quite agile.” He commented slightly, squeezing your bra as if he expected something hidden there too. You stood still, your back to him.

“You speak as if you’ve never seen a thief like me.” You answered him quickly, and his hands immediately moved to your hips, where he accidentally brushed his hand against your panties.

“If underwear is stolen, you should take it off.” He said, sitting down across from you, and you felt like it was probably too much. The room was small enough and certainly soundproof. You slowly realized where this was going and decided to use this fact to your advantage.

Very slowly, you stripped off your underwear and placed it on the desk where the silicone toy lay. He looked at you closely, tracing your body, and then stood up again. He moved your hair to the side, gazing down at your bare breasts.

“I’m surprised you haven’t hidden anything here, but I’m sure you’ll surprise me with something else.” He admitted in an amused tone and reached his gloved hand into your pussy. He slid two fingers in, beginning to move them slightly, as if he expected a small toy hidden there. You bit your lower lip, feeling a pleasant shiver run through your body whenever his fingers touched your sensitive spot. It didn’t last long, as he immediately pulled them out of you.

You remained silent now, adopting this as your current tactic. He quickly understood and took your wrists. He re-cuffed your hands, leaving you completely helpless. You were so helpless now. But it still wasn’t enough to make you speak. The silence was so quiet you could hear your heart pounding in your ears when you suddenly heard him undoing his belt. At first, you didn’t understand why, but when you heard a loud snap, you immediately saw what he wanted to use it for.

“How can I convince you to talk?” He asked, seemingly not expecting you to answer, and in one swift movement, he scooped you up and placed you on the desk. You were dangerously leaning towards him, completely exposed. You smiled to yourself and glanced at him over your shoulder.

“Are you going to spank me, officer? I’m afraid that won’t make me talk.”

When he heard this, his expression remained serious, and he only used the strap on you once, leaving a long red mark on one of your buttocks. He wasn’t gentle, but you didn’t mind at all. You still acted confident, a smirk on your face. He didn’t like it, and he grabbed your arm again, finally bringing you to your knees, level with his crotch.

“I’m giving you a choice…You do as I tell you, you won’t have to reveal any names, and the punishment will be more lenient, so the deal?” He grabbed your chin, looking down at you.

He didn’t look like he was lying, and you didn’t even wonder for a moment if it was even legal for him to do so.

“I guess I’ve just hit my lucky day, huh?” You said with a slight smile, biting your lower lip. He didn’t answer, just stripped off his dark police pants and underwear. He was now half-dressed in front of you. His stiffening penis was centered a few centimeters from your face. He leaned back against the desk, and since you couldn’t use your hands, you started to satisfy him with your mouth. You’d never done anything like this before. His hands were immediately on the back of your head, forming a small ponytail, which he used to move your head as he desired. You hadn’t expected anything like this. For a moment, he stopped watching as saliva dripped from your chin along with his pre-cum. Your chest was heaving, and you were gasping for breath. He ran his hand over your wet lips, looking into your eyes.

“You’re a naughty little one, but you take my cock like any other whore.” That was probably meant as praise. You didn’t have time to respond because your head started moving back and forth again. You felt the tip of his cock hitting your throat more and more often. Maybe at first, it was an uncomfortable feeling, like a gag reflex. It went away on its own. During that time, you stared into each other’s eyes. After each long moment of him literally fucking your face, he gave you a moment to breathe, and the area beneath you became truly wet from the amount of saliva dripping from your chin. In some strange way, the way he used his position affected you. Your mascara smudged slightly around your eyes. Your body trembled slightly, and once again, his cock almost entered your throat, only to slide it out again. He didn’t finish in your mouth, but somewhere on your exposed breasts.

“This is what you deserve, to be cummed on like a common slut,” he said with amusement in his eyes. You breathed heavily, but your gaze drifted to the floor. You began to get the feeling that degrading you must be some kind of fetish of his, or that he was truly abusing his position as the good cop.

He lifted you far too gently for someone he’d just called you a slut. Your hands were still cuffed, but now he propped your butt against the edge of the desk.

You looked at him with a mysterious look in your eyes.

“I wish you would never steal again…but then you wouldn’t be brought here for questioning.” He joked, taking his hands on either side of your hips.

“You can always ask me out, cop…I promise not to take your wallet unless you really annoy me.” You also joked.

I saw requests were open, but I wanted to ask are you comfortable writing angst and/or silly prompts first?

Thu, 28 May 2026 02:52:54 -0400

I love angst as you can see from the previous requests and when it comes to something silly, it depends on what you mean

So i have a request for Zeno x reader. If you could make one where he gets beheaded like he did in requiem and for whatever reason his wife (you) is there and sees it and immediately breaks down crying and holding his head and his body and trying to reattach his head in hopes his powers will work but it doesn’t, and it’s a really heart broken scene. Then the connections soldiers come and take you to the connections building where they keep monitoring you as you’ve almost died from heartbreak and then they call you in to a room and this room is filled with clones and take you to a smaller room where there’s a clone of zeno in bed asleep and they explain how they had a backup of him and his memories are updated until his death and leave you with him. He then wakes up and your beyond happy crying and you cuss him out a little and he cups your face and you both say i love you and you rest your forehead on his and brush your noses together. and then idk just very sweet fluff.

Thu, 28 May 2026 01:25:32 -0400

Another angst? I must be in heaven… when I read this, I was hoping he'd have amnesia and not remember his wife...more angst heheh

I will be happy to write this because I can already see the vision.

"And then I read that Zeno is dying and his wife wants to put his head back in its place"

Hii dear, hope you’re taking requests! I’m thinking about Wesker’s widow working with Victor (let’s say Albert died just a few months ago). She has a 7- or 8-year-old kid with Wesker, and the child ends up dangerously close to the whole investigation. Zeno goes to Victor looking for results, and the kid sees him and somehow mistakes him for their dad 😭 And suddenly Zeno is stuck spending time with this sweet, innocent child while dealing with all the emotional mess that comes with it.

Wed, 27 May 2026 16:23:19 -0400

Hiii thank you for your request :3

I like this trope where Reader was in a romantic relationship with Wesker and then sees Zeno that sounds like ✨holy angst.✨

I started writing it and I think I'll be able to finish it soon

Stay tuned!

This is me planning this fic haha

I finally did it to make this blog clearer.

Wed, 27 May 2026 09:57:20 -0400

I finally did it to make this blog clearer.

My requets are open.

But before you send me a request, here are a few of my rules:

In this blog I mainly focus on the characters of Wesker and Zeno and I feel comfortable writing them.

I can write female reader and male reader and I have nothing against writing wlw or mlm (only x reader)

I’d love to write fluff, but also smut or something completely platonic and sweet. I’m also like to write something family stuff.

It might take a while for me to get to your request. But trust me that me not answering the ask doesn’t mean I’m rejecting it. If I want to reject your request I will answer it right away.

My hard NO:

Non con

Dub con( but it depends on the scenario)

Incest (yes, even step-anything incest)

Underage (age gap is welcome when two people are adults)

Some kinks (Kinks related to extreme sadism or knife play. Consensual somnophilia and dacryphilia.That’s probably not all but you can always ask and I’ll see what I can do.)

All my fanfictions and headcanonns:

🩷-sfw

❤️-nsfw

Resident Evil:

Zeno Wesker:

Sugar daddy series:

He love me, he give me all his money

He love me he put no one above me

Cause you’re a one in a million there ain’t no man like you

Vampire series:

There’s a darkness at the heart of my love

Oh, late at night, I’m thinking ‘bout you, ah-ah

Dark romance series:

Every breath you take and every move you make

Oh, can’t you see you belong to me?

Rebel Zeno as son of Albert series:

So, baby, pull me closer in the backseat of your Rover

Guys my age don’t know how to treat me

Mafia au:

I’ve always liked to play with fire

They say, “All good boys go to Heaven” but bad boys bring Heaven to you

Male reader series:

Maybe I just wanna be yours

Oneshots:

I like you best, when your head’s between my legs

The winner takes it all the loser has to fall

Only thing we share is one last name

Sfw Headcannons part 1

Even when the night changes it will never change me and you

You look like a million dollar man so why is my heart broke?

Drooling like a dog, were you one of Pavlov’s?

Baby, am I your little secret?

You’re such a bad girl everyone talks about

Take me back to the night we met

Your eyes told me “Girl, come ride me”

Albert Wesker:

You know our love would be tragic so you don’t pay it, don’t pay it no mind

Oh, late at night, I’m thinking 'bout you, ah-ah

So, baby, pull me closer in the backseat of your Rover

Guys my age don’t know how to treat me

Never planned that one day, I’d be losing you

My most honest reaction when I saw this

Wed, 27 May 2026 04:14:01 -0400

falsevacuum:

urban-mutt:
messy hairs and stubbles
my eyes have been blessed with zeno and albert with facial hair 😭😭

My most honest reaction when I saw this

They say, “All good boys go to Heaven” but bad boys bring Heaven to you

Tue, 26 May 2026 11:48:15 -0400

They say, “All good boys go to Heaven” but bad boys bring Heaven to you

character:Zeno Wesker (Resident Evil 9)

synopsis:The wedding with Zeno is fast approaching, but you are increasingly beginning to realize that you feel something more for him.

pairing: Zeno x Female!Reader

content warning: nsfw (18+) mdni!,smut, Loss of virginity, teasing , sex in water, biting, kink of virginity,age gap

words count: 7164

a/n: I don’t read mafia romances very often because it’s usually about a poor girl being kidnapped by a mafia boss. However, I think you’ll like my interpretation of this genre :3

tags: @morganroot92 @indiebat @falsevacuum

Months passed, and your relationship developed into something more like friendship. Sure, you still you were teasing each other from time to time, but you were starting to see the benefits of being his fiancée.

You still rolled your eyes at his irritating calm and his obsession with controlling everything within a mile radius, but something new had developed between you. Less constant proving who would win every fight.

And, to your own dismay, Zeno actually started helping you. Not as a fiancé.

Not as a man trying to seize power.

Like… a mentor.

Although you’d sooner swallow glass than use that word out loud.

You first realized this when you were negotiating with the Santoro family. Your idea of pretending you weren’t a woman was starting to feel unnecessary; after all, it was official that you were engaged to someone from the Wesker family. So this time, you were completely unmasked at the meeting. Only men, including Zeno, began to appear in the room like shadows behind you.

You entered the room with a confident stride, the scent of a freshly extinguished cigar filling your nostrils. Behind the massive desk sat the elderly man you were supposed to talk to. At his knees rested a dog with perky ears, baring its teeth at the sight of you for just a moment. When you sat down,

Carlo glanced at you briefly, then at Zeno standing behind you. You knew that look that said, “You’re too young, and you’re a woman, too. You hadn’t even spoken yet, and he already thought you were weaker just because you weren’t born a man. He started politely, though you still felt it wasn’t sincere. He shook your hand, and his grip was far too firm, as if he were testing you. You returned it without even blinking, and you sat down again. For the first few minutes, everything went smoothly. Transports. Territories. Profits.

You spoke matter-of-factly, calmly, keeping the conversation exactly where you wanted it.

Until Santoro leaned back slightly in his chair and said:

“How many people do you intend to allocate to port security?”

You opened your mouth, but the answer wasn’t even directed at you. He shifted his gaze to your advisor, Valentine. He hesitated whether to respond, and you felt a slight twinge of irritation.

"Twenty.” You replied coldly, looking in his direction, even though he himself was looking somewhere behind you. Over the months, you’d learned that sometimes male pride could be annoying. They always preferred talking to your people instead of you because you honestly had no idea how you were inferior to some male leader. Maybe it was because in these structures, women had always been treated as inferior, merely as helpers for their husbands.

“Twenty?” He asked, looking pointedly at Valentine.

The air in the room felt heavier. You really wanted to bang the table and tell him what you thought, but you couldn’t give him the satisfaction. You just straightened up.

“Twenty-five,” you corrected calmly. “And an extra night rotation.

Santoro finally glanced at you. It was for maybe half a second. Then he turned to Zeno.

“What do you think about it?”

There was silence, seemingly a short moment, but incredibly uncomfortable.

You felt your jaw tighten. This guy was getting on your nerves more and more, clearly unable to accept the fact that a woman was running one of the mafia families. You fought the urge not to turn to your fiancé. Santoro knew exactly what he was doing; after all, undermining someone’s position was an old trick. Prove to everyone in the room that men make the real decisions anyway.

Zeno calmly removed the lit cigarette from his lips. He didn’t answer immediately. He simply looked at Santoro. Then at you.

And only then did he say:

“I think the question has already been asked of the right person.” He, unlike all the men you’d met, didn’t treat you as inferior. He was perfectly aware that you could be just as dangerous as he was. You felt grateful for his support, though you wouldn’t say it out loud. One of his men shifted slightly, and Valentine lowered his gaze. Immediately, the boss across from you raised his eyebrows, as if surprised.

“Didn’t I ask you?” Zeno, on the other hand, remained strangely calm, even for such a tense situation.

“No. You asked my opinion on what the future head of the Wesker family said.” You felt yourself freeze for a moment, having never used that term before. He wasn’t referring to you as the daughter of a deceased boss, but as a separate person who had managed despite everything. You were so proud of yourself that the corner of your mouth quirked up slightly for a moment. The man across from you snorted softly, amused.

“She is young.”

You replied before Zeno could open his mouth.

“And yet I came to negotiate in person, while your people have been unable to secure their own warehouses for three weeks.”

The entire office fell silent. Valentine moved his head slightly, as if in acknowledgement.

Santoro looked at you for several long, appraising seconds.

You felt your own heartbeat in your ears, but you didn’t look away, not today.

Finally, Carlo slowly smiled, but it wasn’t a pleasant smile.

“You have your father’s temperament.” He reached for a cigar, lighting it immediately.

“I have more patience than my father.” You replied quickly, even though it was very risky.

Santoro was silent for a moment.

Then, finally, for the first time since the beginning of the meeting, he addressed you directly.

“Okay, so what are your conditions?”

And you almost didn’t allow yourself to feel that small satisfaction.

Almost

Even though your relationship had largely improved and you didn’t hate him as much, you still avoided his touch. Even the casual, non-romantic kind. You knew he wasn’t the type of man who wouldn’t wait until marriage for sex. You avoided him, offering various excuses; one of them was your period. He seemed to understand, but it was a solution for a few days. You didn’t want him to discover your embarrassing secret. Your father scrutinized every boyfriend you had, if any. There were so few that you could count them on one hand. Because of your father’s control, you didn’t have the opportunity to have sex with any man. This was all the more embarrassing for you, because after all, you had an aura about you, as if you’d at least had it all behind you. This made you even more stressed, as the wedding preparations were getting closer.

Today’s highlight was supposed to be choosing your wedding rings. You tried to convince him you didn’t have to go there, as you could do it online. But he insisted it was better to see them in person. That was the last thing you wanted to do today. But now you were in a jewelry store, where the prestige of the place was palpable from the moment you entered. The floors were made entirely of marble, complemented by gold accents. The first thing that caught your eye was the display cases with dark cushions, displaying individual rings. The sheer number of them made you feel dizzy for a moment. Zeno gently tugged at your hand, leading you to where an older man sat behind a desk. He looked as elegant as the jewelry he offered.

“Mr. Wesker, it is an honor—”

You already knew how this conversation would go.

Of course, the man turned fully to Zeno.

“We have prepared several proposals for your fiancée”.

He didn’t even look at the jewelry tray.

“You’re talking to the wrong person.” He said curtly, and the jeweler froze slightly. Zeno calmly pointed at you.

“She will be the one wearing her wedding ring. Please ask her.”

It wasn’t a big deal, but you noticed it immediately.

Because over the past few months, you’ve been watching too many people look past you at the nearest man in the room.

The jeweler quickly regained his professional smile.

“Naturally”

“Wonderful. Social progress,” you muttered under your breath. However, you were sure Zeno heard it and merely chuckled.

The man across from you pulled out a tray with a multitude of rings, one of which could probably cost as much as a car, or maybe even a pretty large house. You’ve never been a big fan of showing off your money , preferring a quiet elegance. You searched around uncertainly for the perfect ring while Zeno did the same. Finally, you found the most distinctive ones, and perhaps that’s why they immediately caught your eye. It was a silver ring, delicately adorned with small white crystals.

“This one?” He asked, also holding a silver ring in his hands.

“It’s practical.” You admitted and tried it on, admiring how it looked on your hand, especially compared to the engagement ring. He practically shouted that your fiancé had way too much money. The one you chose suited you better.

“That’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said about jewelry.” He said, a little amused. Maybe he was hoping for a little more enthusiasm from you.

“Shut up.” You said curtly and took the ring off your finger for a moment, putting it back in its place.

The jeweler smiled cautiously.

“Excellent choice.”

You glanced at him, admiring his choice. His ring had absolutely no crystals to embellish it. Yet, despite its ordinariness, it simply looked good on his hand. Far too good.

For as long as you can remember, you’d dreamed of going to choose a wedding dress with your mother, but when she wasn’t there, you had to forget about it. Living in such a male-dominated environment, you didn’t have much choice. Sometimes you just want to talk to a woman who would surely understand your concerns. You didn’t want to go alone to find the perfect dress for your arranged wedding. Valentine looked surprised at first by your sudden proposal, but he didn’t mind. You wanted to pretend you were choosing dresses, and your future husband jaw will be on the floor. And then you’d live happily ever after with a bunch of kids and a hamster. In this world, maybe it’s better without kids… but a hamster is a must. You felt your heart pounding far too hard from the moment you entered the bridal shop, certain your bodyguards were waiting for you outside. Since your father died, Valentine has started to act as your father’s replacement. He sat on a couch, waiting for you to choose something with the help of the woman who worked here.Maybe it was foolish to choose a dress a few days in advance, but you hadn’t had time for it lately, and besides, you thought that the longer you waited, the wedding wouldn’t happen. The blonde looked you over carefully and then led you to a rack with a multitude of different dresses, most of which were in shades of white.

“I think a tighter dress would suit your figure rather than a princess-style one.” You agreed, as you wanted something more modest, and a big white dress with lots of tulle certainly wouldn’t suit it. She showed you some that fit that description and pulled one out.

“Please follow me… I’ll take you to the changing room.” She did, as she said. Inside, you felt strange. People your age would surely be finishing college or having their first child, but you were the leader of your late father’s mafia. And you were about to get married. You realized how often you’d been hiding someone afraid of emotional commitment behind the mask of a mean, unavailable girl.There was still a part of you that insisted that, during your marriage, love would suddenly erupt and you would live happily ever after. But life wasn’t a fairy tale. You sighed loudly and then carefully put on your dress. The first glance was yours, and you stared uncertainly at your reflection. Instead of seeing a happy girl, you saw someone afraid of the future. After all, after a wedding, there’s usually a wedding night, and then your shameful secret might come to light. You could already picture him mocking you. You tried to focus on how the dress looked on you. Of course, it was tight where it needed to be and had a rather modest neckline. The hem of dress, however, was made of a delicate material that shimmered in the light. You took a deep breath before even going out there to see Valentine.

When you got there, you felt strange when he didn’t say anything for a long time, just watching.

“How does you feel in it?” He simply asked, still not taking his eyes off you.

You shrugged. The dress was pretty and all, of course, but you didn’t think it suited you.

“It feels like something’s missing.” You admitted, adjusting your strap. You glanced at the rack of dresses, and in an instant, something seemed to dawn on you. It might have been controversial to many, but a black wedding dress seemed better than this. At first, you hadn’t even considered that color, which you associated with funerals.

You signaled the woman to find a really nice black dress and all the accessories in that color. You slowly walked back to the dressing room. You wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. With each passing moment, you felt more and more uncomfortable. As if you didn’t belong here at all. Before you could even fully undress, the blonde had hung the dress you’d mentioned on a hanger. It was also tight-fitting, but it had long sleeves. The train seemed longer. Instead of delicately shimmering material, the dress hem was laced with roses. A black veil in a similar lace pattern topped it all off. After putting it all on, you felt it suited you better than that perfect white. After all, what color could suit the current mafia boss better? Even though you were more of a yes-than-no about the dress, you went out to show your advisor. His eyes widened. He’d probably expected another boring white dress, not something like this.

“This is completely different…it suits you better than the last one.” He commented, watching you immediately feel more confident in it.

“You might be great at being the boss’s advisor, but not so great at helping with choosing a dress.” You laughed, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

“You’re just nitpicking ” He replied in an amused tone, standing up to walk closer to you.

“I think so, because there’s no need to think twice…you look intimidatingly good.” He smiled, and you didn’t need to hear any more.

Within minutes, you had everything in one of the paper bags carried by one of your bodyguards. You could return home with a sense of peace, as the big day drew ever closer.

The next few days were a real stress buster, because even though it was an arranged wedding, you worried about practically everything. From the simple fact of whether you’d look good in that dress to your personal anxieties. The lack of a single woman in your immediate circle weighed on you even more. Your mother should have been there on the big day, yet Valentine had to fill in. You were in one of the bathrooms, where he was helping you with your dress. You looked in the mirror and saw his concentrated expression. You sighed loudly, starts to play with your fingers.

“Are you stressed?” He asked with concern in his voice and smoothed your dress one last time.

You turned to face him and said.

“Wouldn’t you be stressed? I just imagined this day going a little differently… but I’ll survive, haha.” You said with obvious irony in your voice.

He moved closer, touching your hands.

“I still remember you from those few months when you found out… now you and Zeno have a pretty good relationship, right?”

“Unfortunately, neither of us died in our sleep, so you could say we tolerate each other quite well, but I’m still scared, Val.” You admitted, sighing loudly. It wasn’t even about the fact that this marriage would be with Zeno. You’d recently developed a fear for the future. In this world, long-term plans are rare. You couldn’t think positively about what was coming, even though you knew it might have been the best possible decision. After all, he had more experience in this whole ruling thing and had faced betrayal in his family more than once.

You didn’t have time to think anymore, as you had to get to the ceremony. He must have arrived long ago, as you hadn’t seen him in his grand fortress before. As soon as the door opened, you saw him standing a little further from the entrance, and he immediately turned his gaze to you. You did the same, unable to believe that your colors complemented each other. He was wearing a white, tailored suit with black accents. You’d never seen him in a similar color before, but you had to admit it looked much better than in a dark one. Your wedding wasn’t like any other; after all, such an event would attract the wrong crowd. There was a whole slew of security guards outside, just as there were inside. His gaze roamed over your figure, and he didn’t say anything, simply looked surprised.

“Don’t look at me like that.” You said, moving closer to him.

“How?” His gaze eventually found your face anyway.

“Just like you just did.” You didn’t go into detail. You felt your cheeks were a little flushed, but the veil wouldn’t show it as well.

“And you look like you mistook a suit shop ad campaign for your own wedding,” you replied quickly, wanting to change the subject.

“Thank you.” He said quickly.

“But that wasn’t a compliment.” You corrected, and a smirk appeared on his lips.

“But thank you anyway.”

The people took their seats, and the priest began preparing the ceremony. There was no turning back, and you felt your legs giving out more and more with each movement. He noticed this immediately, and his hand brushed against yours as if by chance, as if to show you I was here.

He leaned in slightly and whispered in your ear.

“You can still escape.”

“And leave you alone in front of a hundred people? A tempting prospect.” You replied immediately, feeling a slightly mischievous smile appear on your face.

“I would consider taking personal offense.”

“You’ll get through this somehow.” You replied quickly, and finally you sat down on chairs in the very center of the room.

Silence reigned for a moment, and you tried to focus on the man before you, but then his whisper reached your ears again. This time, he was completely serious.

“You look…stunning.” That was probably even worse than any flirting, because it sounded sincere.

“You look passable .” You couldn’t admit that he looked particularly good today.

“That’s probably the warmest compliment you’ve ever given me.” His hand found yours, and he gently clasped your fingers together. Your wedding ring gleamed subtly in the light.

“Don’t get used to it.” You replied again, trying to focus.

“Never.” He also turned his gaze towards the man.

The ceremony was surprisingly… peaceful.

Which in the world of the mafia meant that no one had yet tried to poison, shoot, or publicly humiliate anyone, and that was a huge success.

Candles cast a warm light on the dark interior of the hall. Everyone sat still in their seats. Observing. Judging.

Counting the future alliances, influences, and consequences of this marriage.

The priest spoke fine words about marriage itself, but you were increasingly not listening. You felt your hands sweat, knowing that when it was over, the official part of putting on the wedding rings would come.

When he turned his gaze towards you and asked that crucial question, whether he wanted you as his wife, you felt your heart stop for a moment.

He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye with slight amusement, then replied curtly.

“Yes.” He said it so confidently, as if he had accepted it long ago. It was your turn soon.

“Do you take Zeno Wesker as your husband?”

The entire room seemed a little quieter as they waited for your answer. You glanced at the people around you, including the security guards and Valentine standing a few rows back. Finally, your gaze returned to Zeno. He had that irritatingly calm expression on his face.

He tilted his head slightly.

“Don’t drag it out. People will start to think you have more sensible plans.”

A few people in the front row almost smiled.

You gave him a cold look.

“Shut up.”

Then you looked back at the priest.

“Yes.” You said it more forcefully than before.

Definitely more confident.

The priest handed out the rings. Zeno took the first one.

The simple silver metal glinted in the candlelight.

He took one of your hands steadily. Without rushing. You noticed that his hands were warmer than yours.

And for some reason, that’s what threw you off track.

When he started talking, placing the ring on your finger, you already saw what you’d forgotten. After all, there were still the wedding vows.

“I promise you…” Then there was a short pause, during which he looked into your eyes. “To drive you crazy regularly.” A few people held back their laughter, but you felt he was about to burst out with a truly romantic love confession, and he still knew how to surprise. And that wasn’t the end.

“Treat you like a partner. Never like an ornament to my name.” That hit much harder than it should have, and it was subtle.

“And stand by your side… even when you are incredibly stubborn.”

“When?” you muttered almost automatically.

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about.” He gently slid the ring onto your finger. It fits perfectly. Too well.

After that, you knew it would be your turn, and somehow you hadn’t thought of preparing a speech beforehand. So you had to improvise.

You looked at him, taking the second silver ring in your hands. At this man who started as a political problem and ended up as… something much more complicated.

“Zeno Wesker,” you took a calm breath.

“I promise…” You frowned slightly.

“…don’t poison you during your first year of marriage.”

He looked absurdly pleased.

“Generous offer.”

“Don’t interrupt me.” You ran your thumb over the ring.

“I promise to tell you the truth, even if you don’t like it.” You said it more quietly and honestly, adding, “And… to trust you as much as I can.”

It cost you more than anyone in this room understood. You slowly slid the ring onto his finger. The priest smiled faintly.

“I pronounce you husband and wife.”

You knew everyone here expected something from you after something like that. It was one thing to do it behind closed doors, but in front of so many people. But he gently approached and pushed the veil back, placing one hand on your hip and the other on your cheek. Not domineering or theatrical, but gentle. As if he wanted to give you a moment to retreat. But you didn’t, focused on his face, feeling your heart skip a beat. But when hip lips touched yours, you felt a shiver run down your spine for a moment. Your kiss was short and controlled. It should have seemed almost forced, but it didnt ultimately was. When he pulled away, the room practically erupted in applause, and he looked at you with a smile.

“It wasn’t that bad, was it?”

“Don’t flatter yourself; I can always have this marriage annulled.” You replied with a serious face, but then you laughed. You needed to unwind after all this stress.

After the official ceremony, you couldn’t have expected an ordinary wedding. This one, too, was swarming with security guards, and it felt more like a gathering for wine. After all, there was no grand cake, just small snacks. Being there and seeing another ring on your finger, you couldn’t believe what had just happened.

Your “modest” mafia wedding still meant: dark wood, candles, a string quartet somewhere in the background, and tables laden with small snacks you didn’t even feel like eating at the moment. After several hours of ceremony, congratulations, and political smiles, your cheeks hurt from the feigned politeness.

Zeno stood next to you most of the evening.

He was irritatingly well-adjusted to all of this. Finally, one of the men in his family approached him with a clearly urgent matter.

Zeno leaned slightly towards you.

“Two minutes.” You raised an eyebrow.

“Go ahead. I’ll go start a scandal while you’re gone.” You joked, and he immediately responded with an equally amused tone.

“I’m counting on creativity.”And then he left.

You were left alone at the high table, glass in hand, enjoying the few minutes of silence more than you should have. It was a mistake, though, because just as you were trying to relax, one of his men appeared on the horizon. Judging by his appearance, he couldn’t be high up in the hierarchy.

“You shine like the brightest star today.” He said, as confident as he was of the position he held here.

You replied coldly, wishing he would just leave you alone, seeing that you weren’t interested in talking to him.

“Have a nice evening or something.” You didn’t even look in his direction.

“I have to admit… the boss was lucky.” A smile crept onto his lips as if he were starting to envy him.

Before you could even step back, you felt hands on your hips.

You froze, not from fear, but from shock.

Did this idiot just really .You said in your head.

You pulled away abruptly and grabbed his wrist harder than he expected.

The man hissed quietly.

“Take your hands away,” you said icily.

He laughed nervously.

“Relax, I’m just.” He tried to explain it somehow.

“I’m counting to three before I break your fingers.”,

You weren’t joking at all, because if necessary, more than just his fingers would have been injured. He saw it. He should have understood, but alcohol, ego, or stupidity clearly won out. He took half a step closer.

“You don’t have to do it right away-”

“How dare you lay your hands on my wife?”

Zeno’s voice cut through the space calmly.

Too calm. Dangerously calm.

The man turned pale almost immediately.

Zeno didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t make a scene.

Which, for some reason, was much worse.

You slowly let go of the intruder’s wrist, but you barely heard him.

Something else stuck in your head.

My wife for the first time, and a part of you was starting to like the way it sounded coming from his mouth. Of course, there was another part of you that thought differently, but you weren’t listening right now.

“Boss, I just-”

“You choose your words poorly,” he interrupted calmly.

The man clearly didn’t know where to look.

You finally spoke, looking at your husband.

“Zeno.” He looked at you immediately.

“I could handle it myself.” Then there was a short silence. And to your surprise, he nodded.

“I know.”

Simply.

I didn’t have to save you, or Don’t stand behind me.

Only calm certainty.

After the wedding, everyone dispersed, and now you were on your own. You were in the bathroom, staring at your reflection. That stupid fear of what was about to happen returned. After all, your wedding night together awaited you. It seemed like nothing special, but you had the image of him mocking you for still being a virgin. It started to feel like a fear of leaving the bathroom, because you didn’t want to see him lying on the bed, waiting for something you’d so many times refused to do for various reasons.

You were already dressed in a loose red robe and had just finished your bath. You couldn’t prolong it, or he’d surely wonder why you’d been gone for so long. You took a deep breath before leaving the bathroom and opening the door. Your eyes met an empty bed. He wasn’t even in the room. At first, you were happy because everything you feared wouldn’t happen, but you still wondered where he’d gone. It was too late for any conversation. Instead of going to bed, you decided to look for him. You had to talk to him anyway. You searched the nearby rooms, but silence reigned throughout the entire large house. You couldn’t hear anyone’s voice, not even footsteps. Everyone must have gone to bed long ago, or they were so quiet while on guard. This seemed unsettling, to say the least, and you decided that if he wasn’t inside, he must be outside somewhere. You opened one of the doors that led to the part of the hot springs that wasn’t fully enclosed. Zeno lay there, leaning against the shore, as if nothing had happened. His eyes were closed, and he seemed relaxed. As soon as you opened the door as quietly as possible, his eyes immediately opened.

“Why aren’t you sleeping yet?” You asked, standing some distance away from the water where steam rose now and then.

“I could ask you the same thing… but I see you haven’t been able to sleep without me, have you?” He joked and immediately stood up, standing in the water. As you expected, he was completely naked. You tried to pretend you weren’t looking down past his eyes.

“Don’t flatter yourself, okay? I just didn’t think you’d feel like taking a bath in the middle of the night.” You replied, looking back into his eyes.

“You should try it too.” He stood before you so confidently, even drawing some sort of satisfaction, that you looked right there.

You felt that strange, overwhelming warmth around your chest again.

“I guess I’ll thank you, you know.” You replied quickly, but then he took a step towards you. Now he was practically within arm’s reach.

“Don’t stay too long, or your skin will wrinkle.” You added, but before you could turn around, he grabbed your wrist in one swift movement, practically throwing you into the water. Your thin robe immediately became wet and clung to your completely bare skin. You were slightly shocked by what had happened and splashed water directly in his face.

“You idiot, you could drown me!” And he just laughed because his hands had been holding your hips since you hit the water.

“You should relax,” he replied, and his lips immediately found yours. Before you could retort, it happened. This kiss was different from the one you shared for everyone to see. Full of tension. You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting yourself be drawn in completely. Your tongues brushed against each other. You noticed how these kisses suddenly evoked far more emotion in you than you ever expected.

Afterwards, you felt your cheeks turn a bit pink, but maybe it was because of the temperature here?

He accidentally tugged on the robe, covering your shoulder and one of your breasts. You hadn’t yet put on any underwear, so now you were naked before him. It was strangely embarrassing how your body reacted to his touch. His lips immediately began to adorn your exposed cleavage with kisses. At first, he was gentle, but when his teeth joined in, you tightened your grip on the back of his neck.

You tilted your head back slightly, feeling your breathing change. Never before had a man touched you like this. He exposed another shoulder, and now the robe was only held in place by the fact that it was tied at the hips. You didn’t mind that you were soaking wet just standing in the water. You didn’t need to say anything; just a look was enough. Through his lips, you felt your nipples harden, and your body clearly showed how much it craved his touch. That stupid thought popped into your head again: that as soon as he found out you were a virgin, he’d laugh at you. He was so absorbed in that area that you pulled away from him and covered yourself with the cloth again.

“Is something wrong?” He asked immediately in a worried tone.

“No…it’s just that it’s quite embarrassing for me.” You admitted, backing away, your back touching the shore.

Instead of taking a step forward, he stood where he was.

“After all, we are married now…and you yourself said in your vows that you would tell me the truth, even if I might not like it.” He reminded you of your own words, and you wanted to slap yourself in the forehead. Now you had no choice.

“Okay, if you want to know… I’m a virgin.” Then there was a too-long moment of silence, during which you felt your cheeks turn increasingly red with embarrassment.

He just decided to break the silence, still not approaching you.

“Is that a problem?” He asked, not understanding what you meant.

“I thought you thought that because of how I act, I must have that long ago, but I’m completely new to intimacy.” You laughed nervously. People your age probably had do it, but you were overly controlled in that regard by your father.

“It was a bit like that… but when you started avoiding me and making excuses, I connected the dots.” He explained calmly. “If you want, we can do nothing… We’ll just go to sleep because I don’t want to force you to do anything.” It was a surprisingly odd statement, the kind you’d hear from someone who was a mafia boss. Someone who didn’t care what you thought.

You swallowed loudly and took that first step towards him.

“It’s not that…it’s just.” You searched your mind for the right words. “You’re so good to me…and who else would I lose my virginity to if not my own husband?” You laughed a little nervously.

“I don’t want you to force yourself…that’s why I want to hear from you firmly that this is what you want.” He continued to speak in a calm voice, waiting patiently for your answer.

A whole host of thoughts raced through your head. Looking at it from a slightly different perspective, none of your ex’s were cut out to be the one. And Zeno was something completely different… From the start, there was a strange tension between you.

“I want this…with you.” You said, placing your hands on his shoulders, looking into his eyes.

His hands were on your hips again.

“Is there anything else I should know?” He asked quickly, taking your hand where your fresh ring was and kissing it gently.

“I’m on birth control pills…” You whispered, as if you were afraid he would hear it.

He just nodded and once again removed the robe from your shoulders. He went back to kissing your breasts, where you could faintly see the marks of his teeth.

“Remember, I will be your first and your last.” He whispered, looking into your eyes.

When his lips touched your heated flesh again, you felt a soft moan escape your lips. His touch was surprisingly pleasant, and your hands found their way to his hips, tightening as he began nibbling your skin there again. You were so close you could feel his stiff penis against your stomach. You were still half-dressed. Bite marks and hickeys were quickly appearing on your breasts, which was exciting in itself. Your hips moved forward slightly, grinding against his penis. Your previous apprehension was quickly replaced by a growing arousal. He let out a short laugh at the sight and slowly untied this completely soaked robe, tossing it aside. He lifted you easily by your thighs, and you immediately wrapped them around his hips. You looked into his eyes, your hands resting on his shoulders.

“Fuck…” You whispered to him, feeling the overwhelming warmth spread through every part of your body. “Why do you have to be so damn handsome, huh?” You tried to joke.

“You were only able to say that after I became your husband? I guess the heat of those springs really does something to you.” He replied, amused, and then gently guided his cock into your pussy. You tilted your head back, letting out a strangled moan. The first wave of pain, however, caused by his size, completely surprised you. Instead of trying to force it, he decided to wait, and his lips found yours again. The number of times you had kissed in those fifteen minutes exceeded all the affection you had shown each other over the past few months. He was truly patient, wanting you to remember this night as vividly as possible. Your breasts practically touched his chest. The entire time, he held you rigidly between his thighs to prevent you from falling. He stroked yours thighs waiting for you to finally adjust. Because your faces were so close, he watched closely for even the slightest grimace. He calmly pushed in a little more, and a shiver ran through your body. Your grip on his shoulders tightened even more. With each passing moment, you felt it becoming more and more pleasurable.

“It was worth the wait.” He whispered in your ear and began to make subtle up and down motions. You wondered how strong he must have been to be able to do this despite holding you.

A whole new wave of emotions emerged, ones you hadn’t experienced before. You weren’t sure if you should say anything, as you were more focused on letting out moans. With each passing moment, his movements became more confident. You relaxed, but gradually. Instinctively, your hips began to move, which intensified the current sensations even more. Your breathing began to become ragged as he quickened, and your hands found their way to the back of his neck. Your breasts began to bounce more and more as you suddenly shifted positions, now resembling the traditional missionary. He took one of your legs closer to him, draping it over one of his shoulders. When he did, you felt him thrust even deeper into you. His pace was fast, but it was steady. Beneath him, you didn’t feel submissive in any way; it only added to the feeling of intimacy. This wasn’t just wedding-night sex as a married couple who hadn’t liked each other at first. You truly trusted Zeno that you wouldn’t be afraid to show your submissive side. Little things like the fact that his hair was already wet and tiny beads of sweat were dripping down his pale chest only made you even more turned on.

“I’ll also say it was worth the wait.” Was all that left your lips as he continued to pound into you. It probably wasn’t at his peak yet, but you could still feel him deftly taking away your ability to form coherent sentences. Hearing that, his thumb brushed across your lower lip.

“Your virgin pussy was meant for me…no one would even have the right to touch you like that.” He explained, and it took you a moment to understand his words. Maybe your father’s excessive control was really about keeping you a virgin for your future husband?

“How could you possibly think that someone else could be pounding into you like I’m doing now?” When he said that, he was almost all the way in, and you moaned louder, feeling him start to push you apart again. You bit your lower lip a little and said.

“Do you have some kind of fetish for this or something?” You panted at him, making eye contact.

“You just can’t imagine how much I dreamed of a moment like this…I couldn’t let you experience your first time with someone else.” One of his hands moved to your clit, starting to tease it with quick, sloppy movements.

You bit your lower lip, feeling your leg, which was slung over his shoulder, wanting to slip, but he quickly adjusted it. In some strange way, you were captivated by his strange determination. It was definitely different from the other men you’d been with. It might sound strange, but you liked how much he had to work to finally win you over.

Your lips found his neck, kissing it. You wanted to feel him with all of you. You noticed him starting to pant more and more. For a moment, he might have stopped teasing you with his ring-wearing fingers, but then he returned with double the force. You felt your thighs tighten slightly. The water around you began to splash visibly from his movements.

It felt so good, but besides a pleasant, warm feeling in your lower abdomen, nothing else came with it. You should have expected that you might not have an orgasm the first time, which was described as an otherworldly feeling. For a brief moment, you were disappointed that it didn’t happen because then he clearly didn’t give you a moment to rest. He tightened one of his free hands on your hips. He practically began to lie on top of you, so your torsos were touching like before. You wrapped your arms tightly around his back, starting to leave red marks from your fingernails.

You felt like he was practically hitting your cervix. You tilted your head back, letting out another moan, and he took the opportunity to start nibbling the skin on your neck. Despite his gentleness, towards the end, it started to feel like something else. Sounds other than moans escaped his lips. They all resembled a sort of growl. You found it quite sexy. A distinct, deep, throaty groan from him meant he’d had his orgasm. He lay on top of you, pressing your body slightly against the rim of the shore. You were exhausted, but also fulfilled. You brushed his wet hair aside, smiling slightly.

“You didn’t look like a rabbit… more like a wolf.” You commented, referring to that one situation.

He kissed your forehead, and only after a long moment did he pull away from you. Like you, he looked tired but happy. He pulled you onto his lap.

“And you liked it… wife .” He said with a slightly amused smile, his hands running gently over your hips.

“Wasn’t I too harsh?” He wanted to make sure, looking up a little, where he noticed your chest covered in the marks of his teeth.

“It was wonderful… husband.” You somehow liked the sound of those words in your mouth. “Besides the fact that I’ll have to go covered up like a nun in a convent for the next few days, it’s really okay.” You smiled softly at him, holding his cheeks.

“So, are you ready for your new life as Mrs. Wesker?”

You’re Not Invited to My Zeno Themed Party 😭

Mon, 25 May 2026 14:20:14 -0400

arielsupreme:

You’re Not Invited to My Zeno Themed Party 😭

But I like the way he was drawn…so gentle, completely out of character for someone who was supposed to be evil to the core.

Mon, 25 May 2026 14:12:20 -0400

lullabunni: