🤎🧡Ares🧡🤎

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:

TW/CW: sort of kidnapping but nothing really triggering

"Darling," the giantess smiled, leaning down to kiss your cheek with her red-stained lips. "Why are you out in the cold? It's freezing out here." She gathered your tiny body in her arms, carrying you at her hip.

"You're such a pretty girl," Alcina gazed upon your face, her yellow eyes softening as she took in your chubby cheeks and bright eyes. "Come now, darling. Let's go home." The tall vampire trudged through the growing snow, but her only focus was on the darling girl in her arms.

"Sweetheart...oh, my darling..." she sighed as she opened the castle's doors. "Cassandra! Daniela! Bela!" She called out to her daughters. You whimpered, afraid as flies began infesting the room, swarming right in front of you until they transformed into young women. "Yes, mother?" Asks the black-haired woman before she notices you in her arms. "Is that...?" Bela didn't finish, reaching out and gently touching your cheek.

Despite being in the harsh cold, Bela could feel that you were warm and pulsing with red-hot life. "We're not eating her, are we, mother?" Cassandra asks, worried. Alcina let out a hearty laugh, unlike her normally elegant self, and shook her head. "No, no, dears. She's your new sister."

The sisters gasped in shocked but soon found themselves cooing over you. "I need you ladies to show our newest family member a bath. Look at how filthy she is!" It was true, you had been surviving in the wilderness for so long that you had gained your fair share of dirt and grime.

"Yes, mother!" Chirped Daniela, scooping you into her arms. "We will get you nice and clean! Yes, we will!" She spoke to you in a baby-voice, rocking you in her arms.

Trans Karl smut!!

TW/CW: A bit of misogyny, afab x afab, magical bottom growth, mother miranda is used in place of "God"

Karl was frustrated. That bitch Mother Miranda was becoming too powerful too quickly and she was going to leave him to rot, to waste away in the mud and the filth like all the other lords Ethan was killing. That's when you came into the room.

"Darling?" You rubbed your eyes, the lantern in your hand your only defense against the darkness. Karl looked at you and smiled, sharp, white canines illuminated by the lantern light. "Ah, mein schatz!" He greeted, dropping his hammer to the ground, opening his arms for a hug. "You look absolutely lovely tonight, dear! Absolutely lovely!"

Karl knew what he wanted. His yellow eyes gazed down your simple white gown, and all he could think was to tear it off like a feral animal with his bare teeth. "Karl, you're up at midnight. Go to bed!" You scolded him while rubbing your eyes from the sandman's touch. Karl buffered for a moment, caught off-guard by the sudden un-sexy reprimand.

"Not tired," he teased, crossing his arms. "I'm a bit too awake at the moment...schatz~" the man purred, gaze lingering down your body. You rolled your eyes, knowing what the man you married wanted.

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You had been tied to the bed, at the mercy of the feral man before you. The room was too hot for a cold winter's night, the sound of moans and grunts echoing through the factory. Yellow eyes peirced through your soul as the man desperately ground his sopping wet cunt into yours.

It felt surprisingly good, your core pulsing with need as your lover stimulated it beyond reach. "Oh...fuck!" Karl groaned, on the tip of another orgasm, "don't you dare stop!"

Karl often got like this very easily. Despite not having a penis, the metal-bending lord would often try to mount you every morning, as though he would be able to penetrate you. Little to you know, this is going to be the night he does.

"Wait... wait, mein schatz..." he stopped, leaving your poor aching body panting more. "I...I got this," he pulled out a bottle of strange liquid, swishing it around with his hand. "It's going to allow me fuck you properly. Completely organic." Before you could ask what he meant, the man was downing the bottle like it was candy. Karl felt hot, too hot, his clit pulsing as it began to lengthen in size.

Your eyes widened as you realised your husband has bought a potion of some kind... to grow a dick. It was, in all actuality, simply a 5-inch-long clit, but it was shocking to see nonetheless.

"Now," Karl began, "to fuck you proper."

You were untied from the bed only to be flipped over as Karl entered your ready pussy. He nearly howled at the pleasurable shock as your cunt squeezed his homemade penis. Karl took a minute or two to calm his screaming nerves before he began thrusting. It was inhumanly fast after only two minutes, he was holding you down and growling in your ear. Your hips rolled to meet his thrusts, causing the poor man to dig his claws into your hips.

"It's...Mother, it's too much..." you were moaning and screaming like a whore as the knot in your stomach snapped, clenching around your husband, milking his orgasm as well as yours. You could tell he was about to go again, but you stopped him, "Wait!" He paused. "I..." you panted, "I need a break... just a few minutes?"

Dad Wesker again!!

Wesker looked at the papers with a cynical gaze. He had a kid, alright. And a bratty one at that. He wanted to connect with you, but all you ever did was run away to hang out with your friends. Albert was sick of it.

"Where were you this time, dear?" He said, annoyance dripping fresh from his voice as you both ate. "Out at a party? Or perhaps sneaking around with your friends?" You didn't respond. You both sat in uncomfortable silence for this dinner.

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."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Don't mind the tags, it's mostly for reach!!