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(On Hiatus) Rated M. Five years have passed since Suguru Geto defected from Jujutsu society. Now adults, the three lovers find their lives entwined together once more as Satoru and Miho attempt to navigate their complicated relationship with the infamous Curse User while taking in students of their own.
Omfg, you wrote that Zeno x fem!Reader fic so well... We need more Gideon cameos in these, you also write him so well TwT
My request is: A smutty oneshot of Zeno fucking Reader on the security cameras in the Rhodes Hill maybe? Gideon obviously acting as if nothing happened... But when they leave the room, they see a tent?
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EEEEE thank you sm😭 thats so kind of you to say, I'm so glad you enjoyed it!💖💖 This was so fun to write! I decided to go with a masturbation scene because I thought it'd be so hot to see👀👀 I hope that's okay!
Also homoeroticism? In my fic? It's more likely than you think
Thank you so much for this request!
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ZENO x f!Reader x VICTOR GIDEON
CW: Masturbation (M!), voyeurism, maybe dubcon/noncon? (in the form of watching someone have sex without them knowing) Slight homoerotic tendencies, doggy, biting, bitemarks
You and Zeno really think you two are slick. Your first mistake is believing that you can sneak into a spare room to fuck without anyone noticing. Your second mistake is thinking that Victor doesn't have the entire Chronic Care Center littered with surveillance cameras.
Zeno is rough with you. He must be pretty pent up. You're bent over the cot, skirt completely disregarded, ass in the air as he pounds into you relentlessly. You're posed so perfectly in front of the camera hidden on the bookshelf across from the bed. Everything is displayed on screen; The way your eyebrows draw up in pleasure, the rippling of your skin at the impact of Zeno's hips snapping forward, the way you claw at the sheets.
Victor leans back in his chair. His large hand strokes his equally large cock, slowly squeezing it at the base. The sounds dripping from your mouth dart up his shaft in the form of tingling pleasure. You sound so pretty, so delicate. Like you can't possibly take what Zeno's giving you, even though evidently your greedy cunt is swallowing him just fine.
"Cry for me, pretty girl," Victor murmurs, even though you can't possibly hear him.
God, the things he'd do to you. If only you knew. If only Zeno wasn't so possessive. He knew damn well how hard you made Victor. He could see clearly through those sunglasses of his.
Victor tilted his head back, closing his eyes to the sound of you growing closer and closer to your climax. Precum drips down his shaft and he starts a tempo just in time to your moans.
"Oh--oh fuck--"
Just like that. Filth spills from your mouth, asking him to fuck you, begging him to stretch your cunt until you're sobbing. He can only imagine you riding him, breasts jiggling with the motion, small hands grasping at his chest to tell him to slow down. But you don't want that-- You're begging him to fuck you harder, faster, and he happily obliges.
A low groan slips from Victor's lips and he breathes in deeply.
A change in your voice makes him open his eyes.
"W-what if-- ah! What if Victor w-walks in?" You ask, looking up at Zeno over your shoulder and giving Victor a fantastic view down your half buttoned shirt.
Zeno's golden eyes flicker from you to the camera. For a second, its as if he's staring directly at Victor. A smirk cracks across Victor's face and he scoffs. Son of a bitch.
"Let him watch, then."
Zeno's gaze drops from the camera to you. He grabs a fistful of your hair to kiss you roughly, making you whimper. His pace is brutal, deep and fast, enough to shake the bed. You crumble under him in sensual bliss, fingertips tracing the bedsheets as he pulls you against his chest.
Victor's hips thrust up into his hand. His eyes wander from you to Zeno.
Those golden eyes of his are staring forward. Crinkling in desperation. He's struggling to keep his gaze on the camera while losing himself inside of you. Electricity darts up Victor's spine and he catches himself stroking faster, tugging himself further and further to the edge. How delectable.
Zeno's head drops down into the crook of your neck and you gasp in pain.
"Z-Zeno, I'm-- I'm coming--" you sob, squeezing your eyes shut.
Zeno slams his hips into you, releasing you from his maw; He's left an angry bite mark on the junction between your throat and shoulder. He moans as he empties himself inside you.
Victor's cum streaks across his hand, painting his desk white. He slumps in his chair, breathing heavily. The three of you, separated by the walls of the care center and brought together only by the camera, remained still for a moment. Victor raises his head as you laugh shyly.
"Round two, huh?" You bite your lip. Zeno turns you to face him, kissing you as he lifts you onto the bed.
He doesn't say a word as he slips into you. Your moans fill the room once more, full to the brim with wanton need, but Zeno isn't watching you anymore.
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The two of you try to pretend that nothing happened. He nods to you as you enter his office, blissfully unaware that he'd been jerking off to you in his own time. You wave a file at him.
"Good morning, Doctor Gideon!" You chirp. Your smile is dead opposite of the stone faced man behind you. "Are you ready for this week's financial recap?"
Zeno says nothing as he sits down in one of the leather chairs. Redemption is unsheathed at his hip. Interesting.
"Of course, darling. I look forward to seeing you every week," Victor says gently, smiling at you.
You tuck your hair behind your ear shyly as you bend closer to him to point out specific notes in the file you brought. Your hair falls over your shoulder. His eyes trail from your face to your neck. Your skin is still purple and yelloe there, healed enough to look like a random bruise and not the bite mark of your lover.
Even the thought of sinking his teeth into your soft flesh, especially in front of Zeno, makes Victor's cock harden.
He reaches up to gently trail his fingers over your throat, hiding his intentions under the guise of brushing your hair back. You stiffen, but he sees the flush reddening your skin.
"Sweetheart, it almost looks like you've been bitten," Victor muses. "Do you need something to help soothe that?"
"Oh that? Its nothing!" You try and laugh it off, rambling off some excuse he didn't listen to. Victor keeps his hand on your shoulder, drinking in the warmth of your embarrassment.
He chuckles to himself at the metaphorical daggers Zeno shoots his way. Tension in the air is thick-- what Zeno wouldn't do to march across that room and snatch Victor's hand off you. But doing so would ruin your little secret. And since he can't use that menial little firearm of his, he's sending a nonverbal message. A sign of who you belong to.
That's quite alright. Victor doesn't mind sharing.
I am so so excited to post this amazing OC collab with @a-writer-with-anxiety! I had so much fun exploring my OC June and her OC Ophelia here.😭😭 Mayhaps we'll see the two of them together again at some point???👀👀 Maybe even a part 2????👀👀👀
She's cooking up something so delicious I'm foaming at the mouth for it😩
CW: Drug use lightly mentioned
Victor Gideon x f!OC, Leon Kennedy x f!OC
A low humming droned on in June's ear, rousing her from her deep sleep. Her head weighed thousands of pounds, foggy and bleary. She groans at the bright red light flashing overhead, slowly blinking until she could open her eyes all the way.
The ceiling above her slowly warped and moved until it settled back into place. She shook her head in an attempt to clear it, moving her deadweight arms.
Something metallic clinked next to her ear. Cold metal bit into her wrists as she tried to pull her arms close. She turned her head.
Handcuffs tethered her to the bed frame.
"...What the fuck?" she asked herself groggily. She tugged on the handcuffs, panic pushing down her fatigue and forcing her awake. Her voice rang out into the empty room. "Victor! Victor, what the fuck is happening?"
Silence. She sucked in a deep breath.
Only God knew where she was. From the way the room was outfitted, it had to have been a patient's room. Red light flashed slowly from a beacon in the corner of the room.
The emergency lights only meant one thing.
Shit, Victor, what did you do?
June gritted her teeth as she rolled over the side of the bed. Her lethargic body thumped to the ground uselessly and she swore. Victor had completely tangled the handcuffs around the bedframe. She was too exhausted to break them.
If the emergency lights are on, its safe to assume most people in the building are dead, June thought, biting the inside of her cheek. She sat up and tugged the handcuffs hard. The bed was too heavy to move. She looked down. Barefoot, just as she had been when she last talked to Victor. He'd come to her room to speak with her about...Elpis? She was still wearing her oversized t-shirt and jeans, at least. Where the fuck is my phone?
Footsteps echoed outside the room. She snapped her head up, ears straining to listen. Voices. Soft, heading towards her room.
"Hey-- Hey!" June shouted desperately, "Hey! Help me! Help!"
The door knob jiggled. June gasped, "Hello? Who's there?"
A woman's voice resounded from the other side. "Hello? Is anyone in there?"
Adrenaline rushed through her. A staff member? "Yes! Yes, I'm trapped in here, I can't get out!"
The door shook as if someone was trying to get in. A mans voice echoed out.
"Stand back!"
The door splintered inward with a loud crash. June shied away, hiding her face from the shrapnel.
A woman came barreling in, rushing to her. June paused for a second.
These people weren't clinic staff. June watched them warily.
The woman wore a green flannel and a leather jacket. June shifted away as the woman approached. Her concerned blue eye gaze flickered quickly across June's body, searching for injuries. A man followed close behind her, quickly sweeping the room with a gun in one hand and a flashlight in the other. He was tall, built, and considerably handsome. Not exactly her type, but handsome nonetheless.
"Are you okay?" The woman asked, reaching out to her. When June didn't respond, she smiled gently and said, "My name is Ophelia. I'm with DSO. It's alright now."
Fuck. This is bad. June screwed up her eyebrows in feign confusion. "D--DSO? What the fuck is happening? Where am I?"
The man behind Ophelia watched June like a hawk. He came up close behind Ophelia, protectively looming over the young woman. Interesting. June watched the way he glanced towards Ophelia, how his eyes softened just slightly when she looked back and smiled at him. There's my leverage.
"You're at the Rhodes Hill Chronic Care Center. Do you remember how you got here?" Ophelia asked.
"S--someone kidnapped me," June lied and shook her head, sputtering. "I just woke up here."
Ophelia's kind gaze hardened. "We're getting you out of here. Leon, can you break these cuffs?"
Leon? Like Kennedy? Like Leon Kennedy? June stiffened as he approached. Fuck, this is bad, this is really bad. Leon Kennedy, standing in front of her in the flesh, was the absolute worst case scenario. He knelt in front of her, inspecting the handcuffs. His eyes darted from the cuffs to the dark, black bruises littering her right arm. He said nothing, pulling a hatchet from behind his back.
"Turn away," he rumbled.
June did as she was told, stretching her arms out as far as she could. Ophelia grabbed her shoulder, shielding her from Leon as he struck the handcuff chain. The chain shattered and June fell back. Ophelia steadied her, kneeling down to grab her gently.
"Are you hurt?" Ophelia asked.
June shook her head, glancing at Leon. "I'm fine. I think."
"Let's get you out of here," Ophelia said, taking her by the elbow to guide her out of the room.
Leon's gaze traveled her face, carefully taking an inventory of her person. June recoiled under his piercing gaze. As she reached for the doorknob, the sleeve of her shirt tugged upwards. She looked down. The constellation tattoo on her bicep was clear and visible.
Seconds pass. June quickly analyzed her situation.
Ophelia didn't notice her tattoo. She was a rookie. Still relatively new, probably not as well informed or trained like her senior was. She'd barged into the room without checking for enemies or surveying the area. Her sights had only been set on the poor woman chained to the bed.
She had two firearms and a hatchet attached to her hip.
Leon was also armed in the same manner. He was older, much more experienced and likely knew exactly who she was. Leon did notice her tattoo. His reputation preceded him. June watched his eyes narrow in recognition.
"Ophelia, get back," Leon said suddenly.
As if he had flipped a switch, Ophelia was on guard. The speed at which she flip-flopped from off-guard to defense was stunning. Ophelia spun, pulling the large monster of a gun out of it's holster. June gritted her teeth and grabbed the barrel, shoving it into her mouth.
Ophelia paused for just a second, eyes widening. June took that second and pulled the barrel from her mouth. The palm of her hand came up fast, striking the underside of Ophelia's arm. Her grip loosened-- June wrenched the gun from her and twirled it in her hand. She grabbed a fistful of the back of Ophelia's shirt, yanking the young woman in front of her.
Leon froze, gun raised. He held the same giant barreled gun she had just pressed to the back of Ophelia's head. Must be special issue. Ophelia stood stock still, hands raised cautiously. June pressed her mouth to Ophelia's ear. The young woman arched her back at the contact.
"If you aim to shoot, make sure you kill," June hissed. To Leon, she said, "Drop it, big guy."
"Leon, don't--" Ophelia began.
June quickly checked the gun's chamber and shoved the barrel of the gun into the base of Ophelia's skull. Ophelia shut her mouth.
"Let's be reasonable," Leon said slowly. He gently dropped his gun and pushed it away with his foot.
"Do as I say, unless you want your girlfriend dead."
"He's not my boyfriend," Ophelia said quickly.
June opened her mouth to speak. Then closed it. Then she screwed up her eyebrows.
"If you have to tell me he's not, he definitely should be," she said.
"We're just partners," Leon and Ophelia echoed each other.
June looked at Ophelia in disbelief and then shook her head.
"Really-- Whatever. Get on your knees."
Leon did as he was told, slowly lowering himself to his knees with his hands raised. Despite Ophelia's calm demeanor, June could feel the fear quaking under her skin.
"Sumara--" Leon started.
That name made her nauseous and she shook her head. Too many memories were tied to that name.
"It's June," she quickly corrected him. Leon nodded.
"Alright. June. They told me you died in Racoon City."
"Listen. I'm not in the business of blowing people's heads off," June began, "Let me go and she lives, yeah? My life for hers?"
"That can be arranged. You know Victor Gideon?" Leon asked.
June shook her head. "You're not in any position to get information."
This was not an ideal situation. June was not cut out for combat, and she was presently in a room with two people who had vastly more experience than she did. Neither of them were fully unarmed. All she could do was haggle.
"Grace Ashcroft," June said suddenly. Ophelia stiffened at the name. "Grace is here, somewhere. Keep our meeting between us and you'll find her."
Leon's eyes flickered with recognition. He glanced at Ophelia.
"Where is she? Where is Grace?" Ophelia asked. Her voice was strained.
"I don't know," June admitted, "but you won't find her if I splatter your fucking brains across this floor."
Ophelia gritted her teeth so hard June heard them grinding against each other.
"What do you want?" Leon asked, arms carefully raised above his head.
"I'm going to release her," June tapped the back of Ophelia's head with the barrel of the gun. "You're going to let me walk through that door. You didn't see me, and I didn't see you. Deal?"
Ophelia made a noise of protest. Leon nodded. "Deal--"
A scream erupted from outside. The room shook with the sheer volume of the shriek, an ungodly combination of pain, anger, and agony. The three of them turned to the direction of the sound.
Ophelia threw her head back into June's as hard as she could. June fell back, stumbling on her feet and clutching her broken nose. Two sets of hands made a mad grasp for the large gun. June shoved it towards Ophelia, barrel first, kicking her back into Leon before taking off towards the door.
"Hey!" Ophelia shouted after her. She scrambled to her feet as June raced into the hallway.
June's mind raced. Okay, fuck, where am I-- She sprinted down the hall, bare feet slapping the cold tile loudly. She'd attract every infected in the building if she wasn't careful. Half of her thought perhaps that wasn't the worst idea.
The lobby was just ahead. June burst into the huge foyer. She waited, listening for the sound of footsteps and shouting. Silence greeted her. June slowed her pace, breathing heavily. She pulled Ophelia's smart phone from her pocket.
The phone's screen was locked, but she could see the number pad wear on the screen protector. Doesn't look government issued, but probably has some kind of tracker. That didn't really matter to her. June unlocked the phone and typed one of only two numbers she knew into the phone. If these two fucks get traced, it's their own fault.
June listened to the dial tone as she approached the west wing door.
Victor's deep voice on the other end both enraged and soothed her.
"Darling--"
"Don't 'darling' me, you son of a bitch," June snapped, "Where the fuck are you?"
"I understand that you may be upset--"
"Upset? Upset? Victor, you drugged me and handcuffed me to a bed. I'm fucking pissed, are you kidding me?!"
Adrenaline pumped through her. For once in the years since she'd arrived at the clinic looking for help, June was glad that she couldn't find him. In that moment, she would have killed him. Or died trying.
"I did it to protect you, dear," Victor said. His calm voice remained unwavered by her anger.
Despite her thumping heart, June felt a pang of guilt. Victor's patient tone ate away at her hard exterior. He had a way about him that just made her melt. She gritted her teeth.
"There's DSO agents in the building. Leon Kennedy is here," she said, dropping her voice to a normal level. "I barely got away."
"Interesting. By any chance, was there a young woman with Mr. Kennedy?"
June paused. She looked back at the door she had fled from. Ophelia's worried face flashed through her mind. Why the fuck does he want to know if Ophelia is here? Ophelia had quite the strange reaction when she mentioned Grace's name. When June spoke, her voice shook.
"...No. No, it's just Kennedy."
Victor hmm'd thoughtfully. She heard the rustling of fabric on the other end of the line. "Come to my office immediately. And June--"
"Yes?"
"Do take care."
The line went dead. June closed her eyes, gripping the phone tightly. She wiped the blood from her nose and shoved Ophelia's phone in her pocket. She breathed in once, twice. In her nose and out her mouth. June looked back the way she came once, then pushed through the doors to the west wing.
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"She took my fucking phone," Ophelia said exasperatedly, patting her pockets. She ran her hands through her hair. "Shit. Shit!"
"Hey-- Hey, look at me," Leon said, gently grabbing her arms.
Ophelia paused in her mild panic, staring up at him.
"Everything's gonna be fine, okay? We'll find her," Leon reassured her gently, rubbing her arms. "If Grace is here, she probably wouldn't be able to answer you anyway."
Ophelia nodded, pinching the bridge of her nose. Leon squeezed her shoulder comfortingly and she sniffed. She gestured to him.
"I didn't hurt you did I? When she pushed me into you?"
He shook his head. "Don't worry about me."
"Who the fuck is she?" Ophelia asked. She wiped her sweaty hands on her jeans.
"Sumara Dean. She's a special grade bioweapon. I guess she's going by 'June' now," Leon said. He peeked into the hallway, watching for infected. "She's been missing for twenty years. Sherry warned me she could be here."
"We should report her, right?"
Leon pursed his lips thoughtfully. Ophelia stepped closer to him, tilting her head at his hesitance.
"For now, let's just focus on looking for Victor and Grace. We can deal with June later."
Ophelia nodded. She picked her gun up off the floor and checked the chamber. It was empty. Relief flooded her and she took a deep breath. Was she actually going to kill me? Did she know it wasn't loaded? Leon's hand on her shoulder brought her out of her thoughts. His touch was warm even through his gloves and she leaned into him before realizing what she was doing. Ophelia cleared her throat and tucked her hair behind her ear.
"W--We should go," she said.
Leon cleared his throat and nodded, pulling his hand back quickly. He took the lead, glancing back at Ophelia as the two entered the hallway.
I am so so excited to post this amazing OC collab with @a-writer-with-anxiety! I had so much fun exploring my OC June and her OC Ophelia here.😭😭 Mayhaps we'll see the two of them together again at some point???👀👀 Maybe even a part 2????👀👀👀
She's cooking up something so delicious I'm foaming at the mouth for it😩
CW: Drug use lightly mentioned
Victor Gideon x f!OC, Leon Kennedy x f!OC
A low humming droned on in June's ear, rousing her from her deep sleep. Her head weighed thousands of pounds, foggy and bleary. She groans at the bright red light flashing overhead, slowly blinking until she could open her eyes all the way.
The ceiling above her slowly warped and moved until it settled back into place. She shook her head in an attempt to clear it, moving her deadweight arms.
Something metallic clinked next to her ear. Cold metal bit into her wrists as she tried to pull her arms close. She turned her head.
Handcuffs tethered her to the bed frame.
"...What the fuck?" she asked herself groggily. She tugged on the handcuffs, panic pushing down her fatigue and forcing her awake. Her voice rang out into the empty room. "Victor! Victor, what the fuck is happening?"
Silence. She sucked in a deep breath.
Only God knew where she was. From the way the room was outfitted, it had to have been a patient's room. Red light flashed slowly from a beacon in the corner of the room.
The emergency lights only meant one thing.
Shit, Victor, what did you do?
June gritted her teeth as she rolled over the side of the bed. Her lethargic body thumped to the ground uselessly and she swore. Victor had completely tangled the handcuffs around the bedframe. She was too exhausted to break them.
If the emergency lights are on, its safe to assume most people in the building are dead, June thought, biting the inside of her cheek. She sat up and tugged the handcuffs hard. The bed was too heavy to move. She looked down. Barefoot, just as she had been when she last talked to Victor. He'd come to her room to speak with her about...Elpis? She was still wearing her oversized t-shirt and jeans, at least. Where the fuck is my phone?
Footsteps echoed outside the room. She snapped her head up, ears straining to listen. Voices. Soft, heading towards her room.
"Hey-- Hey!" June shouted desperately, "Hey! Help me! Help!"
The door knob jiggled. June gasped, "Hello? Who's there?"
A woman's voice resounded from the other side. "Hello? Is anyone in there?"
Adrenaline rushed through her. A staff member? "Yes! Yes, I'm trapped in here, I can't get out!"
The door shook as if someone was trying to get in. A mans voice echoed out.
"Stand back!"
The door splintered inward with a loud crash. June shied away, hiding her face from the shrapnel.
A woman came barreling in, rushing to her. June paused for a second.
These people weren't clinic staff. June watched them warily.
The woman wore a green flannel and a leather jacket. June shifted away as the woman approached. Her concerned blue eye gaze flickered quickly across June's body, searching for injuries. A man followed close behind her, quickly sweeping the room with a gun in one hand and a flashlight in the other. He was tall, built, and considerably handsome. Not exactly her type, but handsome nonetheless.
"Are you okay?" The woman asked, reaching out to her. When June didn't respond, she smiled gently and said, "My name is Ophelia. I'm with DSO. It's alright now."
Fuck. This is bad. June screwed up her eyebrows in feign confusion. "D--DSO? What the fuck is happening? Where am I?"
The man behind Ophelia watched June like a hawk. He came up close behind Ophelia, protectively looming over the young woman. Interesting. June watched the way he glanced towards Ophelia, how his eyes softened just slightly when she looked back and smiled at him. There's my leverage.
"You're at the Rhodes Hill Chronic Care Center. Do you remember how you got here?" Ophelia asked.
"S--someone kidnapped me," June lied and shook her head, sputtering. "I just woke up here."
Ophelia's kind gaze hardened. "We're getting you out of here. Leon, can you break these cuffs?"
Leon? Like Kennedy? Like Leon Kennedy? June stiffened as he approached. Fuck, this is bad, this is really bad. Leon Kennedy, standing in front of her in the flesh, was the absolute worst case scenario. He knelt in front of her, inspecting the handcuffs. His eyes darted from the cuffs to the dark, black bruises littering her right arm. He said nothing, pulling a hatchet from behind his back.
"Turn away," he rumbled.
June did as she was told, stretching her arms out as far as she could. Ophelia grabbed her shoulder, shielding her from Leon as he struck the handcuff chain. The chain shattered and June fell back. Ophelia steadied her, kneeling down to grab her gently.
"Are you hurt?" Ophelia asked.
June shook her head, glancing at Leon. "I'm fine. I think."
"Let's get you out of here," Ophelia said, taking her by the elbow to guide her out of the room.
Leon's gaze traveled her face, carefully taking an inventory of her person. June recoiled under his piercing gaze. As she reached for the doorknob, the sleeve of her shirt tugged upwards. She looked down. The constellation tattoo on her bicep was clear and visible.
Seconds pass. June quickly analyzed her situation.
Ophelia didn't notice her tattoo. She was a rookie. Still relatively new, probably not as well informed or trained like her senior was. She'd barged into the room without checking for enemies or surveying the area. Her sights had only been set on the poor woman chained to the bed.
She had two firearms and a hatchet attached to her hip.
Leon was also armed in the same manner. He was older, much more experienced and likely knew exactly who she was. Leon did notice her tattoo. His reputation preceded him. June watched his eyes narrow in recognition.
"Ophelia, get back," Leon said suddenly.
As if he had flipped a switch, Ophelia was on guard. The speed at which she flip-flopped from off-guard to defense was stunning. Ophelia spun, pulling the large monster of a gun out of it's holster. June gritted her teeth and grabbed the barrel, shoving it into her mouth.
Ophelia paused for just a second, eyes widening. June took that second and pulled the barrel from her mouth. The palm of her hand came up fast, striking the underside of Ophelia's arm. Her grip loosened-- June wrenched the gun from her and twirled it in her hand. She grabbed a fistful of the back of Ophelia's shirt, yanking the young woman in front of her.
Leon froze, gun raised. He held the same giant barreled gun she had just pressed to the back of Ophelia's head. Must be special issue. Ophelia stood stock still, hands raised cautiously. June pressed her mouth to Ophelia's ear. The young woman arched her back at the contact.
"If you aim to shoot, make sure you kill," June hissed. To Leon, she said, "Drop it, big guy."
"Leon, don't--" Ophelia began.
June quickly checked the gun's chamber and shoved the barrel of the gun into the base of Ophelia's skull. Ophelia shut her mouth.
"Let's be reasonable," Leon said slowly. He gently dropped his gun and pushed it away with his foot.
"Do as I say, unless you want your girlfriend dead."
"He's not my boyfriend," Ophelia said quickly.
June opened her mouth to speak. Then closed it. Then she screwed up her eyebrows.
"If you have to tell me he's not, he definitely should be," she said.
"We're just partners," Leon and Ophelia echoed each other.
June looked at Ophelia in disbelief and then shook her head.
"Really-- Whatever. Get on your knees."
Leon did as he was told, slowly lowering himself to his knees with his hands raised. Despite Ophelia's calm demeanor, June could feel the fear quaking under her skin.
"Sumara--" Leon started.
That name made her nauseous and she shook her head. Too many memories were tied to that name.
"It's June," she quickly corrected him. Leon nodded.
"Alright. June. They told me you died in Racoon City."
"Listen. I'm not in the business of blowing people's heads off," June began, "Let me go and she lives, yeah? My life for hers?"
"That can be arranged. You know Victor Gideon?" Leon asked.
June shook her head. "You're not in any position to get information."
This was not an ideal situation. June was not cut out for combat, and she was presently in a room with two people who had vastly more experience than she did. Neither of them were fully unarmed. All she could do was haggle.
"Grace Ashcroft," June said suddenly. Ophelia stiffened at the name. "Grace is here, somewhere. Keep our meeting between us and you'll find her."
Leon's eyes flickered with recognition. He glanced at Ophelia.
"Where is she? Where is Grace?" Ophelia asked. Her voice was strained.
"I don't know," June admitted, "but you won't find her if I splatter your fucking brains across this floor."
Ophelia gritted her teeth so hard June heard them grinding against each other.
"What do you want?" Leon asked, arms carefully raised above his head.
"I'm going to release her," June tapped the back of Ophelia's head with the barrel of the gun. "You're going to let me walk through that door. You didn't see me, and I didn't see you. Deal?"
Ophelia made a noise of protest. Leon nodded. "Deal--"
A scream erupted from outside. The room shook with the sheer volume of the shriek, an ungodly combination of pain, anger, and agony. The three of them turned to the direction of the sound.
Ophelia threw her head back into June's as hard as she could. June fell back, stumbling on her feet and clutching her broken nose. Two sets of hands made a mad grasp for the large gun. June shoved it towards Ophelia, barrel first, kicking her back into Leon before taking off towards the door.
"Hey!" Ophelia shouted after her. She scrambled to her feet as June raced into the hallway.
June's mind raced. Okay, fuck, where am I-- She sprinted down the hall, bare feet slapping the cold tile loudly. She'd attract every infected in the building if she wasn't careful. Half of her thought perhaps that wasn't the worst idea.
The lobby was just ahead. June burst into the huge foyer. She waited, listening for the sound of footsteps and shouting. Silence greeted her. June slowed her pace, breathing heavily. She pulled Ophelia's smart phone from her pocket.
The phone's screen was locked, but she could see the number pad wear on the screen protector. Doesn't look government issued, but probably has some kind of tracker. That didn't really matter to her. June unlocked the phone and typed one of only two numbers she knew into the phone. If these two fucks get traced, it's their own fault.
June listened to the dial tone as she approached the west wing door.
Victor's deep voice on the other end both enraged and soothed her.
"Darling--"
"Don't 'darling' me, you son of a bitch," June snapped, "Where the fuck are you?"
"I understand that you may be upset--"
"Upset? Upset? Victor, you drugged me and handcuffed me to a bed. I'm fucking pissed, are you kidding me?!"
Adrenaline pumped through her. For once in the years since she'd arrived at the clinic looking for help, June was glad that she couldn't find him. In that moment, she would have killed him. Or died trying.
"I did it to protect you, dear," Victor said. His calm voice remained unwavered by her anger.
Despite her thumping heart, June felt a pang of guilt. Victor's patient tone ate away at her hard exterior. He had a way about him that just made her melt. She gritted her teeth.
"There's DSO agents in the building. Leon Kennedy is here," she said, dropping her voice to a normal level. "I barely got away."
"Interesting. By any chance, was there a young woman with Mr. Kennedy?"
June paused. She looked back at the door she had fled from. Ophelia's worried face flashed through her mind. Why the fuck does he want to know if Ophelia is here? Ophelia had quite the strange reaction when she mentioned Grace's name. When June spoke, her voice shook.
"...No. No, it's just Kennedy."
Victor hmm'd thoughtfully. She heard the rustling of fabric on the other end of the line. "Come to my office immediately. And June--"
"Yes?"
"Do take care."
The line went dead. June closed her eyes, gripping the phone tightly. She wiped the blood from her nose and shoved Ophelia's phone in her pocket. She breathed in once, twice. In her nose and out her mouth. June looked back the way she came once, then pushed through the doors to the west wing.
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"She took my fucking phone," Ophelia said exasperatedly, patting her pockets. She ran her hands through her hair. "Shit. Shit!"
"Hey-- Hey, look at me," Leon said, gently grabbing her arms.
Ophelia paused in her mild panic, staring up at him.
"Everything's gonna be fine, okay? We'll find her," Leon reassured her gently, rubbing her arms. "If Grace is here, she probably wouldn't be able to answer you anyway."
Ophelia nodded, pinching the bridge of her nose. Leon squeezed her shoulder comfortingly and she sniffed. She gestured to him.
"I didn't hurt you did I? When she pushed me into you?"
He shook his head. "Don't worry about me."
"Who the fuck is she?" Ophelia asked. She wiped her sweaty hands on her jeans.
"Sumara Dean. She's a special grade bioweapon. I guess she's going by 'June' now," Leon said. He peeked into the hallway, watching for infected. "She's been missing for twenty years. Sherry warned me she could be here."
"We should report her, right?"
Leon pursed his lips thoughtfully. Ophelia stepped closer to him, tilting her head at his hesitance.
"For now, let's just focus on looking for Victor and Grace. We can deal with June later."
Ophelia nodded. She picked her gun up off the floor and checked the chamber. It was empty. Relief flooded her and she took a deep breath. Was she actually going to kill me? Did she know it wasn't loaded? Leon's hand on her shoulder brought her out of her thoughts. His touch was warm even through his gloves and she leaned into him before realizing what she was doing. Ophelia cleared her throat and tucked her hair behind her ear.
"W--We should go," she said.
Leon cleared his throat and nodded, pulling his hand back quickly. He took the lead, glancing back at Ophelia as the two entered the hallway.
Hi hi! I was tagged by @shesmycollaarr to do a little work in progress post💖💖 i absolutely love tagging posts like this!! I had to get started on something right away🤭💖 needless to say, this request I'm working on is so hot I had to put a little Nero twist on it🤭🤭🤭
Prying Eyes is coming soon...like tomorrow🤭🤭
CW for sex, voyourism💖
I'm gonna tag @a-writer-with-anxiety, @hopeless-vt, and @kate-writes if that's okay!💖💖💖
This is def not my excuse to get a peak at what yall are writing bc I love your stuffs👁👄👁
Part ll of Spanking Session is heeeerrreeee. 💖 Poor little Chris hehehe I imagine he's still young and puppy dog eyed here, much different from how he'll be in my Leon x Reader x Chris fic 😏 Enjoy!!!💖💖💖💖
🌑-nero
CW: threesome, power imbalance (boss x workers) deepthroating, facial, spitroasting, cuckholding, Chris watching his best friend get fucked by Wesker, slapping, walking in on them
STARS!Wesker x f!Reader x STARS!Chris
Disciplinary Action
You and Chris have done it again.
It was Chris's fault. Really. It was his idea to pull yet another prank on Wesker-- As it turned out, the Captain did not find the googly eyes Chris glued all over his office to be as amusing as you all did.
Unfortunately for you, however, you and Chris are considered around the office as a set pair. Meaning if Chris was up to something, you were likely just as guilty.
"You should definitely go check on them," Jill says, grabbing her jacket.
The rest of the STARS team had already left for the evening, sending you their silent regards as you remain in Wesker's office for a tongue lashing. Chris rubs the back of his head. He hasn't even packed up for the day.
"She's been in there with him for like thirty minutes," Jill reasoned, "It was your idea, anyway."
"Maybe I can reason with him," Chris says, looking towards the Captain's office door.
"Good luck and Godspeed," Jill bid him farewell on her way out with a wave, leaving him alone in the STARS office.
Chris sighs. He couldn't help it-- Wesker was so uptight, it was fun watching him get irritated over stupid shit.
Chris has a little theory. A little...haunch. After the last time you two had gotten into trouble, he began noticing something no one else did. Wesker began acting odd. Chis noticed the lingering touches, the long talks you two would have in his office. If he has to guess, he'd guess that Wesker had a teeny crush on you.
Chris knocks on the office door lightly.
No answer.
He frowns, hovering his ear close to the door. It was impossible to hear anything. His hand hovers over the doorknob. If he interrupts, it could make things worse for you both. But Jill was right; He needs to at least apologize on your behalf.
Chris turns the doorknob, peeking his head through the door.
"Captain Wesker, I'm sorry to interrupt--"
Chris pauses. Wondering for a split second if he's seeing things correctly.
Wesker is sitting in his chair. You're on your knees in front of him.
Chris knows the throaty sounds of someone giving head when he hears it.
You moan around Wesker's cock, head bobbing up and down the length of his shaft. Wesker slaps your face, chuckling at the sounds coming from your mouth. He looks up from you to Chris.
"Chris. It's rude to interrupt," Wesker says.
You gasp and turn to him. Your face is bright red, saliva coating your mouth. Chris's gaze slowly travels the line of your body, from your pink lips, to your wrinkled, half unbuttoned shirt, your heaving chest spilling out from your bra-- Chris pulls his gaze away from you, swallowing thickly.
"Come in and close the door," Wesker's command is simple.
Despite himself, Chris does just that. The door closes behind him with a quiet click. The sound of your gasping breaks his gaze to the floor. When he looks up at you, its to see Wesker grabbing a fistful of your hair. Wesker leans down to you, kissing you roughly. You melt into him, cupping his face.
Every sound hardens Chris's cock. He stiffens, watching silently as Wesker traces your lips with his tongue.
"What-- What's happening here?" Chris asks.
"Disciplinary action," Wesker says simply, pull away from you. You look back at Chris, embarrassed, but biting your lip as if you enjoyed it.
"Are you okay?" Chris asks you gently.
You nod, smiling. "I'm fine, really."
That's a relief. Chris breathes easy and runs his hand through his hair.
"Take a seat, Chris."
You both look at Wesker incredulously. Wesker sits back in his chair, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
"You came in here to apologize, didn't you?" Wesker's scoff is smug. "I don't accept apologies. You'll suffer instead."
"S--suffer, sir?" Chris asks, hesitantly taking the seat on the other side of the desk.
"Don't try and tell me you've never once thought about fucking her," Wesker traces your ruddy cheek with his hand, gently cupping your face. "I can assure you, she feels just as glorious as you imagine."
Chris swallows. He's...he's considered it. Never acted on it, though, out of respect for your friendship. Seeing you in such a disheveled state is making his head spin.
"Up," Wesker commands you.
You obediently stand, bending at the waist over the desk facing Chris. Wesker slaps your ass and you bite your lip, swallowing your moan. He rubs your ass cheek, marveling at your soft skin.
"Tell me, Chris. What sinful things have you thought about seeing her do?"
Chris can't answer. He's too focused on the way your face draws up in pleasure, how you bite your lower lip to keep from moaning, the way you shamefully look away from him. Wesker grips your hair, pulling your face up to look at Chris directly.
"Answer the question," Wesker says smugly.
"I--" Chris begins, but he just can't. Heat floods his face and his cock strains against his pants.
"Cat got your tongue? A shame. She would've enjoyed hearing the things you've touched yourself to."
Who was this guy? Was this really Captain Wesker? Chris had always assumed Wesker to be a huge prude, not... whatever this was.
"If you can't answer my question, Chris, you'll just have to watch," Wesker says simply.
He moves behind you, crouching down as he tugs your pants down the swell of your ass. You whimper; Your skin is still raw from a previous spanking session, but Chris's wide eyes make it sting so much more. Wesker spreads your cheeks, admiring your body and the curves that make it up, jiggling your ass cheek just to watch it move. He plants a kiss just at the junction of your thigh and cheek, slowly moving up until his face is firmly planted between your legs.
Pleasure spikes through you and you arch your back.
"Oh fuck," you moan, lowering your head. The pleasure is blinding-- the pressure of Wesker's tongue on your cunt, his hands gripping your thighs, the desk biting into you from below, Chris' wide eyed gaze as he watches you fall apart in front of him.
You grind your ass onto Wesker's face, earning a satisfied sound from him. Without thinking, you reach forward. You need something to hold you down to Earth, to keep you from losing your mind. Your outstretched hands find Chris' and you lace your fingers with his, tightly anchoring yourself to him.
Chis watches you as if you're the only person in the room. He brings his face closer, pressing his forehead to yours gently as you whimper.
"Do you feel good?" he whispers, fighting the urge to fist his cock to the sounds coming from you.
"Y-yes," you gasp close to his mouth, "So good-- Fuck!"
Wesker pulls away from you to swat at your cunt. You stiffen, crying out.
"Such a good girl," Wesker praises, slipping his fingers into you, "You take so well to punishment." To Chris, he says, "She's marvelous, isn't she?"
"Beautiful," Chris murmurs. Your nails bite into the back of his hand.
You kiss him hard as your orgasm crashes over you. It takes Chris a second to fully react, but then he's pushing his tongue past your teeth, moaning into your mouth as you fumble with his belt. Wesker stands, watching you with an amused look as you desperately pull Chris' cock from his pants. Chris sits back in his chair, breathing heavily as you pump his shaft up and down.
"Did I give you permission to act?" he asks, slapping your ass hard.
Your pussy gushes at the impact. You stutter a response. "P-please, Captain. I've been a-- a good girl, haven't I?"
Wesker considers it. His hand absentmindedly roams your skin, thoughtlessly dragging his cock against your cunt. You have been very good.
"Very well," he concedes, pushing the very tip of his cock into you. With a strained voice, he adds, "The second Chris touches you, this ends."
The sound Chris makes is pathetic, melting into a whimper as you eagerly take his cock into your watering mouth.
"Wes--Sir--" Chris protests, but Wesker's scoff stops him.
"You really think I'll let you touch her after the stunt you pulled earlier? Sit there and suffer."
Wesker snaps his hips, fully pushing in you. You gasp, feet dangling over the floor as Wesker pulls your hips up to fuck you deep. The motion shoves you further over the desk, sending Chris's cock deeper down your throat. Chris throws his head back, moaning loudly. Fuck, you are heaven. Every night he'd ever spent quietly cumming to thoughts of you doing this very thing is nothing compared to the real thing. Your moans are a mix of cries and gurgles, a symphony of beautiful sound he never thought he would hear.
You are in absolute bliss. Wesker fills you so completely, hitting every delicious spot as your cunt molds itself to his shape. His usual nasty mouth is clamped shut, eyebrows furrowed as he thrusts you both closer and closer to the edge.
Chis grips the arms of the chair tightly. What he'd give to run his hands through your hair, to fuck your mouth with complete abandon. But he knows as soon as he tries that Wesker will pull you away. It's torture trying to restrain himself.
You pull yourself off of Chris's cock, pumping him fast as you look back at Wesker.
"Oh fuck, yes!" You whimper, face flushed, "R-right there--"
Wesker slaps your ass hard and you drop your head to cry out.
"Such a filthy thing. Not satisfied until you're completely stuffed-- Shit-"
Wesker's hips grow sloppy and he moans, low and gutteral, as he comes inside you. You clench around him as your climax slams into you again. Your hand keeps working Chris into a frenzy-- Soon he shakes his head as he moans your name.
"Fuck, I-- I'm gonna--"
You open your mouth as he cums, white streaking across your face and into your mouth. Chris collapses back against the chair, breathing heavily. You rest your head on the desk. A soft sound escapes you as Wesker gently pulls out of you, rubbing your hip comfortingly. Chris raises his head just in time to see Wesker adjust himself back into his pants, pull a tissue from a box on his desk, and wipe your face for you. It's almost surreal, seeing him like this-- it's almost more intimate than fucking.
Wesker grabs a file from the corner of his desk and plops it onto Chris' chest.
"...The hell is this?" Chris asks, turning in his chair. You raise your head to watch Wesker as he walks to the door.
"A citation for disruptive behavior," Wesker said, grabbing his coat. He looks back at you two, each thoroughly fucked out and exhausted, with a satisfied gleam in his eyes. "Clean up in here when you're done. I expect it to be spotless."
The door closes behind him. You and Chris look from the door to each other.
"...What the fuck just happened?" Chris asked.
"I think... I think we just had a threesome with our boss," you say, groaning as you push yourself up off the desk. Your thighs are definitely going to be bruised from pressing up against the desk.
Chris hastily adjusted himself back into his pants and jumped up to help you dress. He dodges your gaze as you pull up your uniform pants. Chris runs his hands through his hair, blowing air from his mouth. You tilt your head at him as you button your shirt.
"What's wrong?"
"I can't believe I saw Wesker's dick and still got wrote up."
Hiiiii💕wondering youre doing requests right now for wesker x reader x Zeno?
Hi baby!💖💖💖💖
My requests are closed right now, but don't worry! I do have at least two Wesker x Reader x Zeno requests coming up, including:
Established relationship!reader x Zeno, ex husband Wesker finally comes home after years of the reader thinking he's dead (this will likely be sfw angst!)
Wesker x Reader x Zeno where Wesker and Zeno compete to see who can make Reader feel better (definitely going to be nsfw!)
My requests will open up again sometime once I'm finished with the ones I have!💖💖
For the last two months, I've been debating on quitting writing all together, fanfic and my own published works. Depression and all that😥
I have a very wonderful support system I turned to during this time, and took a break from writing while I focused on fun fanfic stuff.
Within those two months i got so many sweet messages, both privately and in my asks from you all🥺🥺🥺 Your very kind comments, dms, and asks have lifted me up from a particularly dark place you didn't even know I was in.😭💖
You've helped my confidence in a lot of ways. Thank you for being so kind 💖😭🥺
Can I request a one-shot of Zeno x Reader, where they're making out and reader kisses his neck, and the man goes from 0-100 real fast 🙏
You absolutely can, baby!💖💖💖💖 I realized I've never written dry humping on this blog, and suddenly I desperately needed this man to come in his pants 😌💖 this is a little short cause I'm just now coming back from vacay, but I hope you all enjoy!💖💖
🌑-nero
ZENO x F!reader
CW: dry humping, sex with clothes on, cum spreading🤭💖
0 to 100
Zeno is a much gentler lover than his stoic personality lets on.
You're straddling him on the couch in his office, mouth pressed hotly to his. His hands roam your bare thighs, darting under your pencil skirt, squeezing the soft skin there. Despite his severe look, he often only held you gently. Your hands creep around his neck to hold him close.
He's been so stressed lately. You can see it in the way he sets his jaw, feel it in how tight his shoulders are. The closer he gets to finding Elpis, the busier he gets. Days of back to back meetings, running back and forth from the Chronic Care Center; It's been ages since the two of you had any alone time. Even still, he seems to melt under your touch, completely swallowed by your scent and weight on top of him.
"You've been so busy lately," you pout. You knew he couldn't help it. It still sucked not seeing him as often as you'd like.
Zeno traces your cheek with his hand, golden eyes flickering around your face.
"Surely you can forgive me," he murmurs against your lips.
You 'hmm' innocently, grinding your pelvis down onto him. Zeno stiffens beneath you, swallowing thickly and gripping your hips tight. He's growing hard under you. Zeno thrusts up into you and you bite your bottom lip at the electrifying sensation. After so long of not being together, you're almost too desperate to even take your clothes off-- you need him now, clothes be damned.
You kiss him softly, trailing your lips down his face to his neck. Zeno exhales, tilting his head back to give you more access. You smile against his skin. All these years, and yet your touch still gets him so hot and bothered.
You kiss his neck and explore the soft skin there. His voice rumbles up from his throat in a low moan. An open mouth kiss here...An open mouth kiss there...
Now, where is that spot...
Your teeth scrape against the skin just at the base of his neck. Zeno gasps softly. That delicious sound goes straight to your cunt and you moan against him. His fingers grip your thighs tight and he thrusts his erection into you. You tremble above him, grinding your hips down onto him as you moan against his throat.
Zeno captures your mouth roughly. The room spins-- One second you're on his lap, the next he has you pinned to the couch. Zeno's weight bares down on you and you moan as he lifts your leg over his shoulder to drag his thick, clothed cock against your panties.
"F-Fuck, Zeno," you gasp, throwing your head back against the couch cushions.
"You tease too much," Zeno says lowly, kissing you again deeply.
God, he's rubbing your clit just right. You cover your mouth, eyebrows drawing up as Zeno picks up the pace. He clenches his jaw, grunting softly as he kisses you over and over. He presses his forehead to yours. His hips are sloppy, desperately rutting against you as he chases that high for both of you.
"Don't stop," you beg, "Don't stop--I'm--I'm so close--"
Zeno stills suddenly. His hips stutter, cum soaking his pinstripe pants. You follow shortly after, digging your nails into his forearms as your orgasm crashes over you. You lay there for a moment, chest heaving, breathing deeply, trying to gather your bearings. Your eyes snap open at the sound of Zeno's pants unzipping. You lift your head. He's pulled his cum-covered cock from his pants, slowly pumping it as he watches you with a dark gaze.
"Let me make up the last few months to you, sweetheart," he breathes. His eyes follow your hands as you shakily pull your sticky, soaked panties to the side.
His cock slides against your cunt, spreading and mixing your cum until he pushes the head of his cock deep inside of you.
POV: Chris walks into the STARS Captain's office to try and take the blame for your most recent misbehavior, only to find that Wesker is already disciplining you.
Your punishment is getting fucked senseless. Chris's punishment is watching.😌💖
POV: Chris walks into the STARS Captain's office to try and take the blame for your most recent misbehavior, only to find that Wesker is already disciplining you.
Your punishment is getting fucked senseless. Chris's punishment is watching.😌💖
Tags: No Use of Y/N for Reader-Insert; AFAB Reader-Insert; Zeno Lives; Angst; Hurt/Comfort; Love Confessions; Self-Esteem Issues; Insecure Zeno; Showering Together; Kissing; Comfort Sex; Cunnilingus; Vaginal Fingering; Missionary Position; Gentle Sex; Praise Kink; Premature Ejaculation; Simultaneous Orgasm; Creampie; Prone Bone; Multiple Orgasms; little bit of Cock Warming; Spooning; Post-Coital Cuddling
Word Count: 4,162
Summary: While Zeno is busy with Elpis, Grace, and Raccoon City, you stay behind in the apartment Zeno bought you, surrounded by a life Zeno has given you, worrying about him. He hasn't been answering texts in a week and the slow realisation that you don't know anything about him - not even a friend or family member you can contact to check on his well-being - hits you in his absence. You can't let this go on the way it's been for the past four years. You need more from him.
Chronological order of events: Do you feel my heat on your skin? -> isn't this enough? -> need you, want you, love you
Also on Ao3: Here
a/n: Fun fact bc I was looking for it since I didn't remember if he gets axed in the shoulder only during the bad ending or in the good one as well: there is a continuity error in the final ARK scene bc Zeno's suit jacket sleeve is pristine and whole when, realistically, it should be bloody and severed after Leon already tried to chop his hand off during their first face-off on the ARK. Either that or the game wants us to believe Zeno had a spare jacket he stashed behind the computer or sth and changed while he waited for Leon and Grace to come back lmao
Alternatively he is made of mold too (remember Ethan's nifty hand reattachment that somehow ALSO healed his jacket sleeve??) which means he survived losing his head (figuratively and literally HAH) after all <3 come take some copium with me 😊
You haven't seen Zeno in weeks. It's not unusual for him not to visit in person for that long, what with his fancy mysterious job he still won't tell you about even these many years later, but it is concerning when he doesn't even answer your texts. You're not one to push him – if he's busy or in a mood, you'd rather he ignore you than get pissy with you and ruin your mood. But usually those moods last a day or two at most. Usually he makes time to at least send you a ‘busy, can't talk now’ text. Usually he doesn't go AWOL for an entire week.
Frustration bubbles to the surface the longer he goes without a sign of life. You have no way of knowing if he's okay – what if he got in a car accident and is lying in a hospital bed halfway across the country right now? What if the plane he was on crashed and killed him on the way down? You don't know anyone from Zeno's life either, have no one to contact to find out; no parents, no siblings, not even coworkers. You don't even know if he has any family, always so tight-lipped about his life outside of the bubble he's created for you and him in your apartment that you feel as if he randomly spawns into being only when he visits you.
The thought that he might have gotten fed up with you and is just ghosting you doesn't even cross your mind. You know Zeno better than that. You've been doing this, whatever the hell it is between you two, for too long to think that Zeno is the kind of man who'd just up and cut off all contact out of nowhere one day with no explanation and no word of goodbye.
But that doesn't make the agonising wait and frustrating lack of ability to get your answers elsewhere any easier to bear.
You're worried. And perhaps worse than that… You miss him. It's been happening more and more lately – this visceral need to have him close, to spend time with him, to hold him and kiss him and just… be with him. Not even fucking or doing anything important; just him and you and the quiet contentment of sharing a space with another person. Dangerous territory to tread, you very well know, but you can't help how you feel.
Your association with Zeno has been going on for years now – years of having no partner but him, of always being available when he calls, of losing yourself in his touch and presence and feeling like you're teetering on the edge of something monumental. Is it really any wonder that you're falling in love? That you perhaps fell in love a long time ago and have just been ignoring the writing on the wall for fear of spooking Zeno and sending him running the entire time?
Fuck… You really hope he's alright.
After yet another unanswered text that you stared at for entirely too long, your mind is drifting in that hazy place between sleep and wakefulness, body fitfully tossing and turning as you try to slip into unconsciousness and stop stressing, when you hear keys jingling in the lock and the front door opening then closing heavily. You snap awake in an instant, heart beating in your throat, and scramble out of bed to reach the entrance and see who you know is in your house but still can't bring yourself to hope for.
The noise that escapes you when you see Zeno's heavy shoulders facing you as he hangs up his coat by the door and begins pulling his shoes off one by one is not one you recognise; it's pain and longing and relief. It only takes one look at him to know that something's wrong, that something happened while he was gone – something bad.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Zeno greets wearily as he turns to face you but a surprised, pained huff gets wrenched out of him when you barrel into his chest and cling to him like your life depends on it. “Hey, hey. It's okay. I'm fine.”
“You're not,” you protest, your voice muffled by his vest. You know him better than this, he can't fool you. “But you're here.”
Zeno sighs and wraps his arms around you, holding you just as tightly as you're holding him. His lips find the crown of your head without hesitation.
“Yes, I am.”
You linger in that embrace for long minutes. Zeno rubs his hand up and down your back, breathing you in, while you try to convince yourself that nothing too terrible happened to keep him away from you for so long, that he's clearly just fine, standing right here in your arms. But when you pull away and glance up at him, you see it: the beautiful black marks you once traced reverently with your fingertips on your first night together – gone. Only scars remain now.
“Zeno, what…”
“It is nothing,” he rebuffs, as he always does, and lifts his right hand to take yours away from his face, already reaching for his cheek as it was, but that has the opposite effect of deterring you.
“Is that… blood? Zeno, what the hell happened?” you gasp, looking at the usually pristine, white suit jacket sleeve now stained with blood that has long since dried into the fabric beyond any hope of salvation. If you squint, you think you can even make out where the fabric is only held together by the caked up blood, the sleeve having been severed by some kind of blade.
“I said it's nothing. Leave it.”
Zeno's voice is gruff and low, clearly upset and exhausted and in no mood to hash this out, but you know that if you don't push now, he'll never tell you. He'll just bury it all under distractions and sweet talk and banter, like he always does. Like he has been doing for the past four years.
“No.” Your voice is pure steel and when you step away from Zeno firmly, wrenching your wrist out of his hold, you can tell that his eyes widen behind his lenses at your attitude even if you can't see that yellow glow you know so well tracking your body. “You don't get to keep doing this. Not anymore. Not after going MIA for an entire week with no explanation only to show up in the middle of the night covered in blood and looking different! I can't do this anymore, Zeno! I can't!”
“What exactly are you saying?” Zeno questions, sounding agitated and looking almost frantic when he pulls his glasses away from his face and lets them drop to the floor with a careless clatter.
“I'm saying that I've been patient, Zeno. For years. I've held you through your darkest times and never once pushed to know the reason behind your tears, just did what felt right and comforted you. Because I fucking love you! I care so damn much about you and it hurts to see you keep pushing me away after all this time! I don't want to pretend anymore, to act like it doesn't kill me to wake up to an empty bed every time you stop by, that I don't miss you when you're gone, that I don't worry when you don't answer a text!
“Do you know how agonising it was to sit here and wonder if you were dead and I just didn't know it? How would I ever know, huh? Nobody knows about me, I don't know anyone in your life! Who could let me know that I need to stop waiting?!”
You don't realise you're yelling and crying until the silence rings loudly in the wake of your final scream as your voice breaks on a sob. Your chest shakes with anger and grief, with terror and love, and when Zeno pulls you back into his arms and threads a gloved hand through your hair and tucks you under his chin, you only thump an angry fist against his chest once before you sink into him and grab fistfuls of his clothes instead.
“I can't do this, Zeno,” you sob, holding onto him like he's your lifeline, like if you loosen your hold just a smidgen then he'll slip through your fingers like sand. You don't want to lose him, you can't. But you'll let him go if he can't bring himself to let you in for even an inch after all these years. “I understand if you don't love me like I love you. I'm not asking you for that. But you can't keep coming here and taking from me if you can't give me even an inch of yourself in return.”
“I'm sorry,” he murmurs, carding his fingers through your hair and not letting you move an inch. “I thought… I thought I was doing you a favour, sweetheart. Protecting you. Sparing you. Take your pick.” Zeno's voice chokes up the more he speaks and it breaks your heart into a million little pieces to hear it, to hear his pain, but you know that you need to let him get it out now, that he needs this just as much as you do. “I've been hating myself for the past four years. Every time I came here and disrupted your life. Every time I got dressed quietly and left your warm embrace. Every time you welcomed me back as if I had done nothing wrong.”
“Because you didn't,” you protest immediately, unable to let him talk so badly about himself in spite of your resolution to stay quiet. “I knew from the start that what we had wasn't serious, Zeno. I knew what I was getting into. It just… stopped being that simple after a while. And maybe I should have said something then before it escalated into this, but I'm selfish too, Z. I preferred to have you emotionally unavailable than not at all.”
Zeno huffs at your words and his hands are gentle when they grasp your face and pull you away from his chest just far enough to look him in the eye. It's weird to see him with regular eyes but the pale blue, almost grey of his irises pulls you in like a siren's song. He's still so fucking beautiful it leaves you speechless – you doubt he'd ever look anything less than perfect in your eyes.
“Oh, I've been available. From that first night.”
“Really?” you ask, genuinely surprised. Sure, you felt a connection then, something that pushed you to try to keep him in your life instead of getting your fun for the night and moving on like you usually did, but your feelings didn't start growing until much later.
Zeno hums and moves his hand so that it's cupping your face right under your jaw and he can trace your lips with a gentle thumb while he gazes down at you with so much feeling it makes your heart squeeze in your chest.
“You were the first person I ever shared a bed with. The first person I ever slept next to. The first person I ever wanted to keep,” he confesses quietly, with a simplicity in his tone that baffles you – as if he's not giving you earth-shattering news, as if he isn't revealing something horrifying and deeply concerning. But before you can express your horror at this revelation, Zeno bends down and plants a quick peck on your lips before he pulls away. “I'm sorry I've been keeping myself so distant. I should have realised I can't keep you out for long and still get to have you.”
“You don't need to apologise for the past, Zeno. Just… tell me now,” you beseech, your voice thick with emotion.
Zeno closes his eyes and sighs heavily, as if coming to terms with something or trying to finally let go of something that has been holding him back for years. Then, as his eyes open back up and look down at you with fear and something else you can't quite parse out, his shoulders slump as he nods.
“Very well. I will. But not… not tonight, sweetheart. Can you do that? Can you let me have one more night before I tell you everything? Before I flay myself open and let you judge my insides?”
You smile at his dramatics, wet and tremulous, and give your own nod in return as you cup his clear-skinned, lightly scarred cheek in your palm and trace the patterns you could draw from memory with your thumb even now in their absence.
“I could never judge you,” you say instead of making fun of him for being so extra about everything like you really want to. “I meant it, Zeno. I love you. That will never change.”
His smile is weak under your palm when his lips stretch to accommodate it, but it's real and that's all that matters.
“I love you too,” he murmurs the confession and accepts your lips on his when you lift up on your toes and kiss him deeply. You pour every ounce of feeling you have into it, every bit of comfort and safety you are capable of, hoping that this stupidly gorgeous man in front of you will understand that he has a home in you – that he always has and always will.
When you pull away from the kiss, still lightly chasing his lips because you can't get enough and delighting in the breathless chuckle that escapes Zeno, you grasp his hand gently in your own, ignoring the blood stains on his suit, and tug on it to get him to follow you. Zeno lets you guide him, stepping out of his soiled clothes when instructed, getting into the shower stall when you gently push him towards it – big enough to fit three people easily, much more spacious than that pathetic little thing you had when you first showered with Zeno in your old apartment – and letting you clean his hair and his body with methodical but gentle hands that map his body like they're memorising its shape or checking that everything is still there.
It doesn't surprise you when Zeno discards the towel you draped over his shoulders as soon as you retreat to the bedroom, nor when he herds you towards the bed and climbs on top of you until he's burying his face in your chest with a contented sigh. You hold him like you always have and ignore the silent tears dampening your shirt as you shush him quietly and dry his white strands by carding your fingers through them.
You don't push. Not tonight. You can grant him that much even if your heart breaks at the proof of his misery, even if you yearn to know what has hurt him so deeply. But when he finally lifts his head and starts kissing you intently, pressing his lips against your mouth like he needs you to survive, you open for him without a fuss and accept him into your mouth and into your soul like he's always belonged there. Because he has.
“I need you,” Zeno murmurs desperately between kisses, nipping at your throat one moment and invading your mouth with his hot, insistent tongue the next. It's like even he can't figure out what he wants to do more – keep kissing you or explore the rest of your body?
“You have me,” you tell him, sighing when you feel his erection poking into your thigh while his left hand squeezes your butt and pulls you against him. “I'm yours, Zeno. No one else's.”
He makes a sound like a wounded animal as he goes down your body, mouthing at your throat and collarbones desperately, right hand bunching up your shirt so he can grope your chest hungrily. You thread your fingers through his hair with an adoring expression, lips parting on a sighed moan, and encourage him to go lower. You lift your arms and let Zeno pull your shirt off entirely then massage his scalp while he suckles on your nipples, laving his tongue over the hardening buds and moaning around his mouthful while he looks up at you with so much emotion in those gorgeous eyes it makes you want to cradle him in your arms and never let him go.
He moves on further down your body eventually, pulling everything off until you're entirely naked under him, then attaches his mouth to your pussy that's been craving his touch for weeks now.
“Ah, Zeno, babe, yes! Right there. Fuck that's good!”
His tongue is perfectly warm and wet as it swipes through your folds, flicking your clit and flattening against it before he sucks just right. You open your legs even wider to give him more space to work with and it doesn't surprise you when his fingers find your opening and wiggle inside two at a time. You moan at the wonderful feeling of being filled, squealing when Zeno crooks those fingers inside in the exact spot he knows makes you go crazy, and smirks against your cunt while never stopping making out with your clit.
The squelching of your pussy around Zeno's fingers and his messy eating of your cunt makes your head spin. But you don't want to come like this – you want to do it on his cock.
“Ah, gonna come too soon if you– fuck!– if you keep that up,” you warn, gently pushing Zeno's head away from your legs.
He lets himself be moved with a raised eyebrow while his fingers go still in your pussy.
“Got other plans, sweetheart?”
You huff and roll your eyes.
“I wanna come on your cock, stupid. So how about you come up here and fuck me instead?”
Zeno's eyes dilate at your words and it's such a fascinating thing to observe when his eyes no longer glow, when his sclera is no longer pitch black. He looks normal now but in no way ordinary – he's still the devastatingly handsome man who charmed you before he even met you, even if he looks younger and more vulnerable without the black marks and dark eyes giving him that severe look you know was mostly a facade.
You welcome him into your arms as Zeno settles between your open legs, arms slipping under you to hold you close, his lips sealing over yours without pause while his cock slowly sinks into you. You moan and sigh and relax into the mattress as he sets a slow, intimate pace that feels so deliciously agonising it makes your toes curl. You wrap your legs around his waist and hold him close.
“You feel so good, sweetheart,” Zeno murmurs when he pulls away, lips seeking your jaw and neck, peppering kisses and biting down occasionally just enough to make you hiss and tighten around his shaft. “Always so good for me. I don't deserve you.”
“You do, you do,” you rebuff sternly and moan even louder, breath hitching and quickening rapidly, when Zeno's fingers seek out your clit and rub it almost desperately as he clearly intends to make you come as soon as possible. “You're the only one who deserves me, Zeno. The only one I want.”
Zeno whimpers in response to that and his hips jerk as he fills you up suddenly, cum spilling into your cunt without warning just as your back arches off the bed with your own orgasm. You whine at the feeling of your pussy milking Zeno's twitching cock, knowing how messy it is when he comes inside but loving every single second of it nonetheless, and when you open your eyes to look up at him, you find him looking at you as if he's seeing you for the first time – vulnerable and awed and grateful all in one.
This is the fastest he's ever come since you've known him. It pulls a fond smile out of you as you lift up a hand and cradle his cheek, rubbing under his eye for a moment while you bask in the feeling of him still hard inside you, plugging you up nicely while you come down from your orgasm.
“Didn't know I was that good, rich boy,” you tease but it's light-hearted and harmless and not meant to embarrass him.
The tips of Zeno's ears redden instantly, which you find so unbearably endearing, and it makes your smile widen as he buries his face in the crook of your neck to hide his embarrassment.
“I'm sorry.”
“Don't be,” you reassure as you card your fingers through his hair and tighten your legs around his waist. “Do you wanna keep going? You're still hard.”
“Yes, please,” Zeno mutters and pulls out of you after one last peck on your lips before he flips you on your stomach and slides right back in without missing a beat.
“Oh, fuck! That feels good!”
You groan when you feel your pussy squelching from Zeno's cum and your own release, gasping when he bottoms out deep into your cunt, all the way up to your cervix. You've never considered yourself a size queen until you met Zeno and realised that yes, actually, size really did matter sometimes and you had a thing for Zeno's big dick bruising your insides on every thrust.
The mattress groans under you while Zeno snaps his hips against your ass over and over again. He pants and moans above you, worked up and clearly enjoying how wet and tight your pussy is, and you claw at the sheets and bite the inside of your cheek as a way to release some of the tension in your body. It feels so good to be fucked like this – deep and powerful but unhurried, as if you have all the time in the world, as if Zeno isn't going anywhere any time soon.
It surprises you when Zeno's hand slides over the back of yours and intertwines your fingers together as he keeps fucking you into the mattress, but the tender, intimate gesture coupled with his harsh breathing in your ear, occasionally interrupted by his own overwhelmed whimpers at how good it feels, makes you moan and tighten around his cock even more. The sight of the veins in his hand standing out as he grips your hand while yours grips the sheets is so incredibly arousing.
“C-can you say it ag-again, sweetheart?” Zeno stutters in your ear, his rhythm faltering slightly at your stimulation. “What you said– ah, shit!– earlier?”
Immediately, you know exactly what he means. A smile blooms on your lips even as they part to let a groan escape your mouth at the way he hits your g spot perfectly. You're more than happy to oblige.
“I love you, Zeno,” you moan, feeling him twitch inside you and his hips falter again as soon as the words are out of your mouth.
“Again,” Zeno begs, fucking into you harder now, more hurried, as his desperation mounts.
“I love you!”
“Again.”
His hand slips under you, fingers finding your clit like a heat seeking missile, and his cock spears you so completely that you feel delirious from it. Your stomach tightens and your legs twitch under Zeno but you push the words out through the continuous moans that won't stop spilling from your lips.
“I love you more than anything, Zeno!” you scream, body locking up as another orgasm hits you, and that must trigger his own because he follows you not long after, stilling above you and coming inside once again. You whine quietly, overwhelmed but feeling so happy and content you could fly, and you wish you could purr in satisfaction when Zeno doesn't pull out – just maneuvers you so you're lying on your side, him spooning you with a hand on your stomach while the other cushions your head.
His arm slides up your body until he has you in a lock, trapped against his front and caged perfectly in his arms. You sigh contentedly and let him trap you – Zeno's arms are the only prison you'd gladly surrender yourself to.
“Thank you,” he whispers, voice thick and heavy with emotion, as he plants a featherlight kiss on your shoulder.
You lay a hand over his much broader one and squeeze tightly at his fingers in reply.
“Don't ever scare me like that again, Zeno.”
“I won't. I promise.”
You hum, happy with that for now, then let yourself drift off in the warmth of Zeno's arms, feeling full not only with him but also with happiness. Whatever tomorrow brings, you know you'll still have this at the end of the day – Zeno's love and devotion and his body next to yours in bed. Things may change but it will always be just this: you and him and the safe haven of your apartment. And that is more than enough.
For a hot minute, Zeno totally thought that after losing his powers, failing to bring The Connections their desired weapon, AND barely surviving getting killed by Victor only bc he felt weak in the knees and stumbled right when that bastard tried to decapitate him, he is also about to get broken up with on top of all that (nevermind that you're not officially together lmao) and have to lose you too. Just for a second there 🤭 I am evil to the characters I adore ❤️ put that white boy in the Torment Nexus
Also i think this is a wrap? Unless something goes loose in my head and I get the urge to write sth more for this. But for now, this is it.
i NEED more stars wesker and reader who is friends with chris please🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
Oh baby love I am planning on it!!💖💖💖
I just hit 300 followers so my next follower special (Chris x Reader x Leon) will be coming up soon 😘😘 but I have a sequel to Spanking Session in the works too, and trust that Chris will make an appearance 😘🤭🤭
Me writing my reader insert as a smart, hot, sexy baddie with several educational degrees who isn't afraid to put some of these RE men in their places because all of my readers are smart, hot, sexy baddies:
