TW: afab reader, NSFW, praise kink, mirror kink, BDSM, soft dom Zeno, SFW, eat out, angst, trauma, inferiority complex, emotional instability, self-loathing, mentions of nightmares, psychological distress, breeding kink, soft sex, Unprotected sex, AFAB Anatomy, vaginal sex...+
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Being close to Zeno was already complicated, but having a relationship with him was even more so.
When you entered his life, he was still in the middle of a whirlwind of emotions and discoveries. His search to become stronger often blinded him and made him act similarly to Weskerāthough never quite the same. After all, there was still humanity behind that thick shell, like a lamb in wolfās clothing.
Zeno doesnāt just think heās unworthy of loveāhe despises any display of affection or pity directed at him. Even if it comes from you, if he notices the slightest hint of pity in your eyes, heāll snap and storm off in anger.
Zeno has a habit of watching you quietly when youāre distractedāreading, cooking, talking, or even sleeping. Not in a creepy way, but in a disbelieving way, like heās trying to understand why someone like you would stay with him. Sometimes you catch him staring and he immediately looks away and mutters something defensive like: "Donāt get the wrong idea. I was justā¦ thinking."
He hates admitting it, but he constantly compares himself: āIām just a poorly made copy.ā You try to comfort him, telling him that heās a different person from what Wesker was, and thatās exactly what makes him special. But the silver-haired man refuses to listen, laughing bitterly as he says you could never understand what itās like to be seen as a defective clone.
Affection feels strange to him, but it isnāt unwelcome.
He always believed he was unworthy of love, that no one could ever truly fall for him. When you stayed despite his outbursts and his Napoleon complex, Zeno began to realize that what he truly needed wasnāt to be feared by everyoneābut to be understood and loved.
The two of you would spend nights watching the stars together. He would listen as you whispered plans for the future, and every time you included him in those dreams, it became one of the rare moments when he could genuinely smile. āAll of that, little one? Sounds funā¦ weāll definitely do it.ā
The older man would say it in a calm voice reserved only for you. You were the only person who ever gave him good memories, and he was genuinely grateful for that.
Aside from the days when he became obsessively focused on surpassing Wesker and becoming more powerful; Zeno was a pleasant partner most of the timeāespecially considering you had been together for quite a while. He spoiled you with his black card, insisted on taking you out, and helped you with your shopping. And even though he pretended to hate it, he secretly loved when you kissed him in public. To him, it meant you werenāt ashamed to be seen with him. And in that moment, that was the only validation he needed.
Zeno has extremely light sleepāif you're not beside him, he wakes up constantly. But when you're there, he sleeps much deeper; sometimes he unconsciously holds your wrist or shirt while sleeping, like he's making sure you're still there. If you try to leave the bed too early, he pulls you back half-asleep: āSix more minutesā¦ donāt disappear yet.ā
He has a habit of removing his glasses only when the two of you are alone. The marks on his face become more visible, and he lowers his gaze, silently waiting for you to touch them. When you kiss one of the scars, his whole body trembles and he groans softly. āDamn it, darlingā¦ you really know how to make me weak.ā
Zeno also collects the small things you accidentally leave behindāa hair tie, a note, a strand of hairāand keeps them inside an aluminum cigarette case tucked in his coat. Whenever he spends too long away from you, he turns to those little things you left behind: small fragments that remind him he still has a safe harbor to return to, even in the middle of all the chaos.
Despite his superhuman strength, he carries you as if you were made of glass. After losing his powers near Elpis, he still tries to lift you and almost fallsālaughing awkwardly as he says: āSorryā¦ Iām still getting used to beingā¦ normal.ā
If you take care of him during this crisis, heāll be deeply gratefulābut it wonāt be easy. Zeno already had an extreme inferiority complex before (made even worse by Dr. Victorās mockery after he lost his powers). Because of that, he becomes more guarded, trying to push you away, training until his muscles ache and he collapses exhausted on the floor on some random Tuesday.
The silver-haired man wasnāt used to feeling painālet alone wounds that took months or even years to truly heal. For the first time in a long time, he felt fragileā¦ more fragile than he had in years.
Sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat after a nightmare where someone takes you away from him, and he can do nothing but watch. He tries everything he can for youāanything money can buy, heāll give youābut his greatest fear is simply losing you one day.
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When you bite his throat, scratch down his back until you draw thin red lines, or suck a bruise onto his collarbone where his shirt collar barely hides it, he groans like heās been wounded in the best way. āFuckāYes honeyā¦ show to everyone Iām taken... Show I belong to you.ā The validation of being visibly claimed overrides his usual shame.
Foreplay is indispensable for him ā Zeno is the type of man who secretly craves being subtly teased in public. A slow hand sliding up his thigh under the table during a dull business dinner, your warm breath and soft, filthy whispers against his ear while everyone else drones on, or the āaccidentalā graze of your fingers over the growing bulge in his pants as you shift in the passenger seat. Each touch sends a visible jolt through him ā jaw tightening, breath catching, eyes darkening behind those tinted glasses ā but he never stops you. Instead, he leans in just enough to murmur low and rough against your hair: āKeep that up, darlingā¦ and I wonāt wait until weāre home.ā
He used to avoid mirrors ā hated seeing the scars, and the reflection of a face that he wasn't sure if it was still his own staring back. But once you start fucking in front of one, something shifts. You make him watch: watch how your body arches for him, how your eyes never leave his even when he tries to look away. āSee that, honey?ā he whisper while heās pounding into you from behind, one hand wrapped around your throat, the other pinning your hip. āThatās you making me lose my fucking control...ā It becomes a ritual. Heāll fuck you in front of the mirror until he can finally look at his own reflection without flinching ā because he sees you wrecked and blissed-out because of him.
He prefers leather cuffs, silk ties, or his own hands pinning you down over elaborate shibari (too fussy, too vulnerable to "perform"). He loves wrists bound above your head so he can see your face ā every flinch, every gasp, every time your eyes roll back. Heavy restraint makes him feel in total control, but he always leaves one hand free to touch your face or let you grab his hair if you need grounding.
He has a massive praise kink on the giving side ā calling you āmy perfect little thingā āso fucking good for meā ālook how beautifully you take what I give you.ā Hearing you whimper or beg under his words makes him rock-hard. But he secretly craves receiving it too. When you whisper āYou're so strong,ā āI love how you control me...ā or āNo one else could make me feel this safe.ā mid-scene, his rhythm falters ā he grips you harder, thrusts deeper, voice breaking into a rough āSay it againā¦ fuck, say it.ā It's the closest he gets to admitting he needs reassurance.
He likes spanking and slapping (on the thighs or assānever the face unless itās been pre-negotiated), as well as light flogging. He starts in control, building the intensity slowly based on your reactions. The sound of his palm connecting, your sharp inhale, the way your skin blooms redā¦ it quiets the noise in his head. If you safeword or tense up in the wrong way, he stops instantly, switching to soothing rubs and soft kisses over the marks heās left behind. Before he ever hits you in the face during sex, he asks about it at least three separate timesābefore either of you is too turned on to think clearly. And even in the moment, right before raising his hand, he asks again: āAre you sure, darling?ā If the answer is yes, he begins with gentle slaps to your face while forcefully fucking your pussyāHe'll only really slap you hard in the face after a few sessions and tests, and when he finally does, he'll be completely different. He'll make you open your mouth and spit on your tongue, ordering you to swallow while giving you a hard slap on the cheek at the end, all so that after sex he can give soft kisses to the red mark that's leftn in your skin.
He begs to cum inside without protection (even knowing the risks). When you allow it, he enters slowly, holds your thighs open and fucks you deep, rhythmically, groaning hoarsely: āLet me... please... let me mark you like this. I want to see my cum dripping out of you afterwards.ā Every time he cums inside, he stays still, still hard, pressing his hips against yours to "hold" everything in, whispering "D-Don't leave... stay with me... pleaseāyou're the only real thing I still have... I love youāPlease honey... I just love you s-so fucking much..."
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