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@yandere-chocolate
Taking requests!
Will not do:
Incest, scat/watersports, bloodplay, ageplay, mindless violence of children or animals, raceplay
What I MIGHT do (if comfy at the time):
dub-con, excessive gore, violence towards the reader
What I will ALWAYS do:
Smut, fluff, platonic, most kinks, monsters, aliens, etc
Albert Wesker as your dad ficlet
TW/CW: n/a
Albert sighed, removing his sunglasses to pinch the bridge of his nose in annoyance. You came home to his den absolutely filthy, having played rough with your friends in the mud. "I create you. I feed you. I bring you home treats... and you repay my generosity by coming home looking like... that."
You looked up at him with your sad eyes, thinking he would punish you for getting dirt all over his pristine marble floor. Instead, Wesker crouches down to your level, moving a strand of hair from your face. The light touch angered you, but you decided it was best not to throw a tantrum.
"You are... my greatest creation, child. You are meant to be perfect. Do not waste time rolling in the dirt like a filthy pig." With that, the blonde scooped you into his arms and carried you away for a well-needed bath.
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It was later that night, and you were crying to your father about how there was a monster under your bed. "Darling. Sweetheart. Light of my life," Albert began, "no monster would dare try to harm my child. That monster would be dead."
But you insisted there was a monster, so Wesker simply rolled his red eyes, knowing what you really wanted. "You want to sleep in my bed?" He asked, "fine. I will protect you, child. Come, come, to bed we go."
Lady Dimitrescu protects her last daughter (you)
TW/CW: Violence, grief, a bit of angst, mentioned death
You were her last surviving daughter. Her last little girl. Tears rolled down her pale cheeks like rivers, ruining her makeup. You looked up at her with shining, innocent eyes. You tilted your head, asking where your sisters were. It tore Alcina's heart out hearing that question, bringing the giantess to her knees, hugging you tightly and sobbing into the nape of your neck.
"Oh, my darling! I'm so sorry I... I never thought it would come to this! Please... oh, please forgive me!" She cried into your shoulder, white foundation mixing into your cute dress.
You had no idea what was going on. Why was mother crying? Where were your sisters? All of which, you would find out soon enough as the doors opened to reveal... the manthing.
Lady Dimitrescu's blood froze in her veins as her piercing gaze met that of the murderer of her daughters. "You!" She shrieked, instantly growing her nails into claws and pushing you behind her. "Filthy manthing! You laid your man hands on my daughters, now you want to take my last remaining girl, too?!" Alcina was beyond enraged, a fiery determination to avenge her dead daughters sparked in her yellow eyes. "I'll slice you to ribbons!"
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Blood and gore laid the groundwork of death as Alcina, now injured and frantic herself. Her hat was gone, her beautiful black hair was askew, and fresh blood dripped from her lips onto her white dress. The manthing was gone, finally.
Alcina ran straight to you, "Oh, my darling! Are you okay? Are you hurt? Come now, let's get that blood washed off!"
Albert Wesker x afab reader nsfw
CW/TW: Asexual Wesker (based on authors asexuality), god complex, uhhh not much really, everything is safe and sane.
Albert Wesker was a god. No. He was the God. More powerful than any ordinary human, the virus pulsed through his veins like it was hot blood. But even a god can feel affection. All the gods of myth have lovers, at least one.
So what was wrong with him?
Albert never felt anything. He loved you, it infected him and took over his mind, and yet here he was, his beautiful lover nude on a plush bed, and you want to know what he felt? Nothing.
They were beautiful; warm, plush skin that Albert could adore, messy hair spawled over the silk pillow. Albert could admire their beauty, but nothing stirred in his loins upon seeing them. Perhaps it was his age, but that didn't seem right.
"You look lovely, darling," the man's voice sounded like he was appraising your new outfit, not your bare body. Albert crawled on top of you, shirtless. "Yes, very... lovely." He leaned down, pressing your plush body against his hard one, his teeth and lips making quick work of your neck. You moaned, and that seemed to send a jolt of white-hot arousal through him. But still, he didn't feel much.
It all felt awkward. He had done this plenty of times; making a whimpering mess of you at his desk, on the couch, but it's always been because you wanted it.
Albert pulled away and looked into your beautiful eyes. Oh, how he wanted to stare at you forever— you were beautiful. Yes, beautiful.
"Darling, have I ever told you how... captivating you are? You're gorgeous." He trailed down between your thighs and gave your hole an experimental lick, sending pleasure through your body. Your moans, your pleas for more, it all makes him want to do this for you. It's about you, really. What you want.
His tongue explored your caverns and he began teasing your clit with his teeth. He groaned against you as you begged him to keep going. He kept going, faster, harder, even adding his digits into your wetness before orgasm ripped through you, causing you to shake.
"I hope that was satisfactory, dear." Albert laid beside you, looking up at the ceiling, hypnotising red eyes gazing into the dark.
Ya'll want some Albert Wesker?
YESSS!!!
nononoNONONO
Do Leon Kennedy smut!
Another story where Victor Gideon adopts you
TW/CW: snake hybrid Victor Gideon, baby reader, implied starvation and isolation (not towards reader
"Oh," rasped the snake, coiling around the mouse, "what a beautiful little girl." Victor held you in his arms. You were tiny and fat, whining and choking on your own spit every few minutes. This is because you came out... wrong. But how could the snake ever know that? Not when his brain is pumping full of serotonin at just the mere sight of you.
You began crying, but Mr. Gideon knew what you needed. He warmed some formula, his snake-like tail swaying from side to side ever so slowly. "Oh, you need food, don't you?" His silky voice soothed your tiny brain, "Shhh, okay? Papa's going to give you something to eat. You just have to wait." Within a minute, the bottle was heated and ready for your greedy stomach. You suckled intensely, draining the warm milk from the bottle while in the safety of a crazed doctor.
As you drank, Victor began humming a lullaby. Your eyelids felt heavy, and the world faded to black as you drifted to sleep. You were so innocent and sweet, Victor couldn't help but bare his blackened teeth in a grin.
The mad doctor locked himself away with you for days. Days in the ruins of the Care Center, tending to you and all your needs. Victor didn't mind, though. He was entrenched, absolutely lost his mind to you. And you were just a baby. Not even his child biologically, but... just a little girl.
You began crying again, and Victor was helpless to your woes. "Shhhh, shhh dear. Papa's here with you."
Small story of zombie Leon Kennedy being your dad or something
TW/CW: mentions of blood/gore, zombie Leon, forced affection
They took you away. Those bastards, they took you away from your father! Leon's eyes shot open, feeling no pain from the blood pooling around his corpse. He was numb physically, but rage boiled inside him like poison. Like the disease that killed him.
Leon slowly staggered up, scanning the area with glassy blue eyes, still processing that you were gone. "Oh my god... are you okay, sir?" Leon heard a woman ask from behind him. Hunger and rage mixed together whispered dark impulses in his mind, causing him to finally reach lucidity only once the woman was torn apart, half-eaten on the ground.
Warm, red blood dripped down from Leon's cold, cracked lips as he stared down at the body. He needed to find you. God knows what those bastards are doing to you. What they're telling you. Leon's fist came flying towards the wall, cracking it a little. His strength was enhanced. Interesting.
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Leon finally had you in his arms. You were crying and trying to push him away, but he saved you. Blood and gore coated the police station. Didn't you understand he was your father? He was here to save you, to protect you. You screamed and bit into your father's arm, your pathetic little teeth dealing little damage. Leon felt nothing.
Leon tried to talk to you, but his vocal cords didn't work, and all that he could manage was a the a deep groan. You tried to escape with bites, scratches, anything to get away from the monster that took your father's form. But you were never getting away.
Pick a parent! (this us for a fic that's why they're the basic characters)
Lady Dimitrescu
Karl Heisenberg
Leon Kennedy
Albert Wesker
Zeno
Victor Gideon
Grace Ashcroft
Ada Wong
Chris Redfield
Saw your yajuta adopting reader short fic.
Might I suggest what happens when/if reader get's hurt or they are in battle? Does Tiger just make a homemade baby carrier and carry her on his chest while he battles? Plus, I imagine Tiger getting irritated because reader might be at the age where they are small and get into everything on the ship. Perhaps Tiger gets her an alien esk pet to "keep an eye on her". That's all,
thank you and have a good day <3
If your parents return for you, he is not giving you back. Anyone who abandons their child in the dead of a winter forest is not suitable to raise said child. If they insist, he will not hesitate to... put them to sleep. Yeah. That's all.
As for how he carries you in battle, he tries not to bring you off the ship, but if he has to, you're getting similar treatment as Thia from Badlands. He will make a makeshift basket to put you in behind him while he fights.
Just putting this in as an extra fun fact you didn't ask for: say goodbye to your social life, because Tiger does not know humans very well and he will be your only company along with maybe a pet. Maybe. If you're good.
Wow Ares writes another yautja adopting the reader story woahhhh
TW/CW: unethical adoption, mentions of blood and hunting, blah blah blah backstory stuff, reader is a kid abandoned in the dead of winter
Tiger was a skilled hunter, he had to be. But he was also smart. He wasn't a dumb brute destined to die in battle like so many other youngbloods, this man was different. He would prove his clan wrong and the entirety of yautja kind.
The beast cloaked himself, hidden within the shrubbery of the cold, barren forest. He was full of energy from bloody venison he hunted himself and now he was ready to collect a trophy or two. That's when the yautja heard a cry. It was a human, but not one he could hunt with any honour. This human was whiny and pathetic, a snot-nosed gremlin that looked like a hideous creature.
It was a child.
Tiger knew he should just leave you to perish. Humans were good at finding their own, protecting what they had. But something inside him knew no one was coming for you. You were going to die out here.
You screamed as you saw footprints in the snow, an invisible creature walking towards you. But it was worse when he showed himself, a strange beast with pitch-black locs of flesh and white and orange skin with black stripes like a tiger. Its face was grotesque, having only two mandibles at the bottom of its mouth and bright, icy blue eyes. It had a thick, hard, leathery body covered by a leathery fur coat that seemed to be from coyote pelts, but you weren't sure.
"T'hack du tra d'nuk va?" Tiger spoke. Met with silence. Tiger decided to just ignore your screaming and pick you up. Easier that way.
The beast sat you down in his warm ship with pelts and bones from his previous hunts. You would have admired the fact he took down a grizzly bear if it wasn't for your fear. You were crying and sniffling and soon found yourself unconscious from just the sheer stress.
When you awoke, you could smell something cooking. It smelled yummy. Tiger had cooked and seasoned a small piece of his venison just for you to eat. He didn't know if it was a human thing or just you, but you did not have nearly enough muscle by yautja standards. You didn't know the meat was venison, so you were hesitant to eat mysterious alien meat, but you sucked it up at bit into the perfectly salty flesh, especially seeing as you had no idea when your next meal would be.
Tiger watched you and his piercing gaze softened to a loving stare. He felt strangely maternal over you. Like a mother looking after her pup. Not that he would know how that feels. His family was shamed, and he was abandoned.
But so were you. Something ached in hearts he realised another living creature had to go through what he went through. Humans were so fragile, how could anyone abandon from that species abandon their own young?
Tiger watched as you slowly relaxed into the furs he had collected. You were innocent. Ugly by yautja standards, but innocent. Tiger rested his crest onto your forehead, letting out a purr.
He would keep you safe. He is your new home.
Who should I write next?
Wildflower
Tiger
Make a new yautja!!
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Don't mind the tags, it's mostly for reach!!
Fics aside, are you ok? You mentioned in one of your latest fics that you haven’t had your period in almost 5 months and I find it extremely concerning
My doctors say it's just stress, so I'm probably fine. I took a test and I'm not pregnant. Thanks for the concern, though! ^^
Father Leon comforts you through your period
(Written by someone who hasn't had a period in almost 5 months)
Leon heard your whimpers from your room. The door creaked open as the middle-aged man entered your domain, watching you writhe on your bed, making sounds akin to a dying cat.
"Kid?" Leon called out, approaching you slowly, "you okay?" You whined in pain and shook your head. "Need pain meds?" You nodded. "Alright, coming right up."
Leon searched through the medicine cabinet for painkillers, all while his heart broke at your pathetic, pained noises. But he couldn't be the sappy dad right now. Once he got you the painkillers, the older man slowly rubbed your back as you swallowed with some water. "Easy, easy... just wait a few minutes."
Leon gently kissed your temple, cradling your shaking body in his protective embrace. "Shhh, shh... the red river's a bitch, huh?" He gently whispered about how brave you were, how the pain would be over soon. "Y'know... we could always get you on birth control. Wouldn't hurt."
You nodded through teary eyes, clutching your father like your favourite teddy bear. It made him smile inside. "You're precious, kid. Never forget that."
Father Leon Kennedy time!!
Taking you to prom
Confronting school bullies
Leaving you with a babysitter
Meeting your partner
Comforting you during your period
First day of school
Request
Simon Father??
I want daddy Simon
you're going to do this either way...
I just want to tell u that trans Leon now plagues my mind. Thx u ꕤᴗ ᴗ)♡
There will be more.