Let's just say that I'm back to business! The ko-fi page is open again, with fresh content to give you more variety. Prices are staying the same. I don't plan to increase them, and I want to give you more stuff to enjoy.
I added three tiers of memberships (which are very cute, inspired by cats). Every tier gives you early access to my work and priority on exclusive requests. That means beyond the included fic, any request you make on Ko-fi will alway come first.
Curious Cat, which will give you one story of 2.5k words per month (SFW and NSFW) - 10$/month;
Strong Cat, which will give you one story of 3.5k words per month (SFW and NSFW) - 15$/month;
Batman, which will give you One story of 6k words per month (SFW and NSFW) - 25$/month.
I also added a shop, where I will upload digital stickers (edited by me) and gender-neutral stories with various prompts, so you can insert any oc and fictional character of your choice (for example, a picnic with your favorite character, like Nanami, Leon or Johnny Cage).
Anyway, I hope you will like it and if you have questions don't hesitate to contact me š¤
Note: I'm aliveeeee (sort of). Let me just say that I crave these reheated nachos so inhumanly much that it hurts. I basically turn into an animal, only instead of a full moon, it's every time I see him. Anyway, hope you like it!
Pair: Zeno x F!Reader
Warnings: NSFW, soft sex, unprotected sex
ā” SFW ā”
ā Dating a man like Zeno is a mix of adrenaline and comfort. You aren't just dating a CEO; youāre dating a man who treats the entire world like a chessboard but treats you like the only piece heās unwilling to sacrifice.
ā Heāll come home after overseeing a transaction, and the first thing he does isnāt pour a drink or light a cigarette; itās finding you. He doesn't grab or demand; he simply stands behind you, hands resting lightly on your waist, and breathes in your scent as if itās the only thing keeping him connected to his humanity.
ā He is very aware of his strength. When he brushes a strand of hair from your face or when he caresses your body, his fingertips barely graze your skin.
ā He knows exactly how much power he holds, so he doesnāt offer empty flattery. When he leans in, the smell of expensive cologne and sterile lab air clinging to him, he whispers, "You've been so patient for me today, darling. Let me return the favor" is a direct hit to your composure. He enjoys watching you melt; itās the one experiment where he loves the results every single time.
ā He is the type of man who pulls out your chair and helps you into your coat. He seeks as many intimate moments with you as possible because his schedule is always demanding, yet he consistently chooses to spend his time with you.
ā When it comes to spending time together, he enjoys reading in silence within the comfort of your home. Whether you are reading the same book or different ones, he loves to hear your ideas regarding the characters and the plot, offering his own insights in return. Zeno is a highly intelligent man, so he values someone who can stimulate his intellect. In fact, he is less concerned with his partnerās physical appearance as long as she can provide the right intellectual stimulation.
ā He also enjoys taking you to museums and cultural sites across the globe. He is a man who values peace, discretion, and taste. He isn't a big fan of PDA, but he has a subtle way of marking his presence. Heāll keep a hand on your lower back while you walk, or heāll adjust your scarf just a little too slowly. Itās a way of telling the world you belong with him without ever having to say a word.
ā As for his style, he leans deep into "old money" aesthetics with accents of modern fashion. He perfectly balances an untouchable flair with the sharp, aggressive confidence of a man who knows his worth.
ā Late at night, when the sunglasses are off and the white suit is discarded, he might let his head rest in your lap. He won't talk about the bioweapons or Elpis. Heāll just ask you to talk about something "normal," like the weather, a book, or a dream. Your voice is his anchor.
ā” NSFW ā”
ā Despite his hulking, monstrous frame, Zenoās touch can shift from brutal to seductive when heās with his lover. In the bedroom, heās a fucking beast, taking charge with a primal need to ravage, but itās all about driving you to mind-shattering pleasure. His massive, scarred hands roam with a rough tenderness, gripping your ass, squeezing your tits, and pinning you down as he growls filthy promises, mapping every inch of your trembling body like he owns it
ā The sheer fucking size gap between Zeno and you fuels some depraved power plays. He gets off on how tiny you feel beneath him, your small frame struggling to take his thick, throbbing cock as he looms over you, stretching your tight pussy to its limits.
ā Zeno turns fucking feral in bed. Heās obsessed with branding you as his, sinking his teeth into your neck or shoulder hard enough to leave deep, bruised bite marks, or dragging his claws lightly down your back to make red lines.
ā Thanks to his enhancements, Zenoās body pumps out potent pheromones during sex, turning every fuck into a drug-like haze of raw ecstasy. The scent of his sweat and musk hits you like a punch, making your pussy drip with need, your head spinning as every touch feels amplified; his rough fingers on your clit, his hot breath on your neck, all pushing you into a euphoric, cock-hungry state. Itās addictive as hell, leaving them both craving more of that animalistic high with every brutal thrust.
ā Zenoās voice is loud as fuck, spewing raw praise and filthy demands as he fucks her senseless, whispering, "You're so goddamn gorgeous, taking my cock like that," or snarling, āI fucking need you right now; that's it, keep squeezing meā right against your ear, his hot, heavy breath making you shiver as he pounds into you.
ā Beneath his monstrous shell, Zeno hungers for a deep connection that spills into your fucks. Even as heās slamming into you, heāll pull you close, crushing you against his chest, whispering soft words like "You're mine, only mine to fuck and hold.ā His thick cock buried deep, heāll lock eyes with you during the most intense moments, the vulnerability in his gaze cutting through the brutality as he spills every ounce of his seed into your trembling body.
ā Part of his enhancement is a high level of endurance, letting him go round after round without breaking a sweat. He can fuck you for hours, switching positions, bending you over, flipping you onto your back, or hoisting you up against him until you're a whimpering, overstimulated mess, your pussy raw and dripping with his cum. He loves pushing you past your limits, growling, āCāmon, baby, one more for me; I know you can take it,ā as he drives into you again, relentless and insatiable.
ā Zeno's cross piercing is more than just an accessory; it's a fucking weapon of mass seduction. He loves using it to drive you wild, dragging the metal across your sensitive skin. He will trail the cool metal over your nipples, down your stomach, and between your thighs, making you whimper and beg for more.
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Zeno had no idea how touch starved he was until he met you.
At first, It's hard to believe someone would love him with no ill-intent behind it and not as a way to use him, but simply because they care. So, when he eventually loosens up around you and decides to let his guard down, Zeno allows his heart to slowly open up to you.
Gradually, small kisses turn to longer, lingering ones, either on your knuckles, lips, neck, cheeks, temple. It doesn't matter, his lips will brush, stroke and kiss each patch of your skin, any part they could get to, just so he knows you're there. His usual quick embrace turns to frequent tight hugs, desperately holding onto you like a lifeline, calmly inhaling your sweet scent, a stark contrast to the tobacco aroma stuck to his expensive clothing. His golden eyes always seem to follow your figure anytime you're around, somehow entranced by the way you make his thoughts cloud. More times than one, when you two are in public, he makes sure to protectivey keep a steady hand on your waist or lower back.
Zeno adores the pout you give him when he unexpectedly ruffles your hair, often laughing at your annoyed expression, which doesn't last long since he would rather go through hell than have you be mad at him, so he places a soft peck on your lips with an almost quiet apology, before his deft fingers thoroughly fix your messy hair. It's innocent moments like this that make him seem like a completely different man. This side of Zeno reserved only for you.
However, there are times when the urge to be as close to you as possible drives him to request certain physical intimacies, mostly for the need for comfort over pleasure, like when Zeno can't help but ask you to cockwarm him, which you delightfully agree to.
Today it feels longer than usual. Maybe because your memory blurred between the moment you walked into his dimly lit office, up until the point where you're straddling his lap right now, your skirt slightly bunched up, barely hiding the closeness of both your bodies, the way his full lengh is buried deep inside you.
Zeno is focused on his work, tranquilly reading a pile of documents he has little to no interest in. His hands aren't even touching you, yet you silently crave for them to roam your body. It's intoxicating, having to stay still like this, aching for any type of friction. Your eyes blink, your head nuzzles deeper into his chest, already dazed. The delicious feeling of him stretching you out is purely maddening as your walls tightly clench around Zeno's throbbing cock. You wanted to do this for him, you wanted to be patient, but he makes it so difficult.
"Sweetheart, stay still, please.", he whisprrs, his deep, velvety voice going straight to your core, and he can feel it.
Zeno knows how sensitive you can become in a position like this. He can't deny dragging out your pleasure is one of his favorite things. Allthough he likes to pretend hs isn't affected by the way your pussy perfectly wraps around him, his composure teeters on the edge of breaking nearly betrays him. Unexpectedly, Zeno's self control briefly falters the second his ears pick up the smallest whimper coming from you and his breath hitches, a blazing heat suddenly washes all over him, his cock excitedly twitches inside you.
"Fuck, Zeno.", you mewl, fingernails digging into his shoulder, your hips weakily thrust forward, the familiar tingle of his cockhead hitting that sweet spot inside causing a breathy moan to fall from your lips, back arching.
"How impatient you are.", a low growl escapes him. Zeno sharply inhales, his voice softens. "Baby, please. I still have a lot of work to do.", his tone deepens. "I promise there is a reward for you afterwards."
Roughly biting your lower lip, you try to steady your erratic breathing, the pounding of your heart. You try to fight the urge to rub your clit, knowing it would only lead to punishment and no satisfying reward. You close your eyes, mind attempting to linger on the pleasant pressure buildimg in your aching core. Even when you feel his length swell up inside you, you eagerly resist the impulse to selfishly stimulate yourself.
Hazily, your eyes travel upward, looking up at him with a lust-filled gaze.
"Okay, fine.", you give him a sly smile. "But hurry up or I won't last long."
"Brat.", Zeno huffs out a laugh, a smirk painted on his lips.
Fandom: Resident Evil
Wordcount: 907
Characters & Relationships: Zeno x You
Additional tags: SFW, Humor, English Is Not The Author's First Language
Content warnings: ducks
"He wants to make an appointment where? Seriously? Is he completely lost his damn mind?" Zeno was genuinely trying to figure out that idiot's motive.
"I'm sorry, sir, we offered all of our best offices for the meeting, but..."
"Very well. Don't waste the time. Prepare guards and assistants."
"Yes, sir." The unknown on the other end of the phone call was clearly relieved. Zeno snorted and threw the phone onto the table. He shrugged wearily and turned around in his office chair, staring out the large window. The weather was... Acceptable. Maybe it was a good opportunity to stretch and get some fresh air. He reached for his cigarettes.
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You were sitting in the park, propping your chin on your hand, mindlessly throwing seeds to ducks and other birds that eagerly rushed to the food. The park was great. The beginning of summer, the shining fresh leaves and the gentle warm wind. Nothing bothered you. You buried your chin in your hand even more. Your breathing slowed, and your eyes stared into space. Good.
You were glad of this respite, even if it felt a little empty. It was much better than the previous flow of events, you didn't want to think about.
You threw the seeds even further, attracting the attention of new birds. Relaxing in the park. Like all normal people do.
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Zeno was storming forward, forcing the guards to run after him. What kind of normal person would make such an important appointment in a damn city park?! His assistants looked paler than him, clutching frantically at the papers, praying they wouldn't be blown away by the wind. He almost pitied them. He felt terrified as well, imagining how secret data flew away like wild ducks. Damn it all, it was a batshit circus.
Zeno stopped, making a call and giving the guards a chance to catch their breath.
"Yes, sir?"
"An order. Pay the bonus and schedule a day off for the assistants from today's meeting."
"Yes, sir."
He put the phone away, turning his head towards the main gate, when he suddenly froze. A woman was looking straight at him, no, through him. For sure, a bunch of people in business suits looked ridiculous in the park, but it wasn't surprised stare of the bystander.
Interesting.
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You were so deep in your blissful trance that it took you a moment to realize that someone had joined you on the bench. You blinked and turned your gaze to the nearby birds, who happily pecking their food and preening their feathers. You didn't want to look at a stranger. It was certainly a man, you sensed a massive a body and the smell of cologne and tobacco. Not unpleasant, though.
"Don you mind if I smoke?" the stranger asked with a little breathy voice.
"It's OK"
There was a rustle of clothes and the sound of a lighter. You smelled bittersweet smoke and, for some reason, vanilla. Flavored cigarettes? Hmm. You threw more seeds.
Some time passed, but the stranger didn't say anything more. Good. You relaxed your shoulders and returned to your strange meditation... Until a couple of ducks started fight in front of you.
"Stop it you two" you poured all the seeds right in front of them, hoping that it would distract the birds, and it worked, they eagerly rushed to eat.
"What a greedy creatures." Him again. The voice wasn't young, but not old either. Middle age, most likely. A calm tone, but with a little sneer.
"Better eat, than fight."
"Hmm... Agree. Good tactic."
"Tactic?"
"Let them eat and make them do what you need of them, without affecting your goals."
"I see." Some businessman who stole a moment of peace, plain and simple.
The birds finished their treats and scattered around the park, leaving you alone with your neighbor.
"And what about you?"
"...What?"
"Would you like to have dinner or..?"
You turned to the stranger in disbelief and froze with your eyes wide open. A mafia guy! Like in those Internet novels! The tall man, wearing a white suit, (white, your ass!), casually draped in a black raincoat, with shoulders the width of a damn bicycle. Expensive sunglasses, stylish platinum hair, an earring, and a smirk.
The man seemed to be pleased with the effect he had on you.
Wait, was it a gun holster? You were completely confused and all you managed to do was to straighten up and exclaim in the most strict-old-lady-voice you could:
"Young man, I can see your gun!"
The man stopped grinning and immediately looked at his fly, and only then covered the holster.
You lost it. You giggled, and then started laughing hysterically at this absurd situation, and expression on his face.
The man smiled wryly, frustrated with the loss of first impression, but then chuckled too. He shifted, sitting closer to you.
"So what about dinner tonight? The best places have tables reserved for us."
"Mmm, what if we have a brunch in the cafe nearby? All their hot chocolate are reserved for us."
The man hummed, lowering his head and nodding in agreement.
"Cafe it is." He stood up and offered you his arm. You took his hand and squeezed the warm leather of his glove. Gloves in summer, what a poseur.
"I'm Zeno."
"Hello, Zeno."
"May I have you name?"
"No."
"Hmm," for some reason, he smiled contentedly. "Very well"
