boyfriend's dad wesker hcs (18+)

you're sweet and kind, and your boyfriend's dad is... not.

a/n; reader is in their 20's/in college with wesker's kid, jake. wesker is a good dad just not here though! reader is dating jake muller-wesker. albert is a major perv here guys sorry. based on re5 wesker -`♡´-

cw; afab!reader, dom!wesker, lowkey size kink, nonconsensual recording, wesker being a creep, major age gap (12+ years), mentions of smoking and drinking, stalking, breadcrumbing as a manipulation tactic, eventual sex (clit stimulation, fingering, p in v, unsafe sex, cumplay, creampie), dubcon, cheating, grooming (technically), praise and degradation, slight daddy kink (if u squint),

petnames (reader received); dear, darling, sweet girl, dolly

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who has never cared for anyone younger than him, let alone someone as young as his son.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who takes interest in you after his darling son, Jake, brings you home in a hurry to get to bed. he's working in the living room, waiting for his son to come home.

he's not surprised to see his son rush through the front door, but he is, however, surprised to see he brought someone home. he moves his laptop from his lap to stand up and introduce himself the moment he notices you're there. the look on your face is one he's seen before- desire and the unmistakable reddened scleras from smoking weed, all directed at his dopehead son.

"jacob-"

"later, dad." jake rushes you to the basement, where his room is, and you're gone in an instant. it's clear you're just as high as your little boyfriend, gone off a blunt and some vodka. for some reason, that irks him.

he walks over to jacob's door and leans against it, ready to knock with his knuckles just an inch from the door when he hears something come from you. a moan, then a hushed whisper from jacob telling you to be quiet, and another, softer moan from you.

so maybe his face goes red and he sits there for a moment, focused on the way you sound and how loud you get when you cum. he's just as quiet as he was when he approached his son's room while walking away, forgoing his work and retreating upstairs to fist his half-hard cock.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who has a knowing look on his face the next morning, up early as hell just to catch you sneaking out of the house because your dumb boyfriend's still asleep. who's sitting on the couch and sees you looking a little rough, hickies covering your neck and your clothes messed up from your rush to get them on. you're a hungover wreck.

"good morning," his voice startles you, of course it does. you hadn't even noticed him, a residual high from smoking so much weed the night prior making your mind foggy. instead of running, like you want to, you approach the couch, your nerves aflame. why does he look so smug?

"mr. wesker, i-i'm so sorry about last night, it was so rude of me to not introduce myself…" you're blushing. you're intimidated by him and he loves that. he gives you a charming smile and reassures you that it's alright, dear, just hurry to class. he sends you on your way with a pat on your lower back.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who asks his son about you later. jake tells him all about you, just as wesker was hoping. while jake is in class, he installs cameras in the house- invisible to the naked eye, of course. he'd hate for you to feel surveillanced and scare you off.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who tells jake he's working late tonight as an excuse to sit in the parking lot of an abandoned building and watch the cameras from his phone. he pays special attention to the one he angled at the couch as he palms himself to the video feed of you, so cutely sitting there and talking with his son. he doesn't even have to try to spend time alone with you because you're always at his place, anyway.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who adores it when you blush from something he said or did, who wants you all to himself, his son be damned. he compliments your outfits, your hair, your perfume (how can he smell that when you're three feet away?) when your boyfriend isn't around. he'll brush a hand through your hair and murmur something about how soft it is, leaving you red in the face when your boyfriend comes back.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who knows it's wrong to want you and doesn't care. he loves the way you give your full attention to him when he's talking, how you pretend that you don't see the looks he gives you, or that you're not affected by the subtle touches and unspoken promises of more. a hand on the small of your back as he passes you, one on the back of your neck as he gives you a tour of the home- something his son neglected to do- his gaze lingering too long on the curve of your throat and waist, his imagination running wild.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who finds a pair of your panties in the wash, presumably forgotten, and takes them for himself. uses them to get off, his tongue on the gusset as he imagines your taste and how you'd clench around him when you cum.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who tells you that his son isn't good enough for you. who plants seeds of doubt in your head and waters them religiously. you're too oblivious to notice what he's doing, because mr. wesker is so nice, he would never do that to your relationship, right? who tells you that an older man would treat you right, much better than his stupid son.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who waits for you to get into a fight with his son about something so he can comfort you after his son storms out of the house, leaving you crying in his bedroom. you don't know what to do, don't know who to turn to, and like an angel, he's there for you. he pulls you into his lap and lets you cry it out, rubbing your back the whole time and whispering sweet nothings in his ear that leave you confused and in need of more comfort, because why does your boyfriend's dad make you feel better than your boyfriend ever has?

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who loves the way you wrap your arms around his neck, and in your vulnerability, trust him with your life. you're putty in his strong arms, his hold secure enough to make you feel safe. he knows you don't mind when one of his hands moves to your thigh, kneading softly to get your blood running south. he feels your face heat up, your hips shifting slightly to mute the gentle throb of your clit. as if you could get away with such a subtle thing like trying to hide your arousal.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who gently forces your thighs to part to accompany his hand. who's been anticipating this, the way you moan into his neck as he thumbs your clit through your panties. how you press into his hand when he slips two fingers in after moving your panties to the side. the way your hands grab at his shirt, your fists clenched around the fabric like you'd die if you let go of him.

"that's my good girl, taking my fingers so well. i know, i know, this is just what you needed, right darling? your legs spread so nice for your boyfriend's daddy." he croons, his lips just centimeters from your ear. the fanning of his breath against your neck, his long fingers in your cunt and the noises they draw out of you- utterly sinful. you know it's wrong, but just thinking about your boyfriend coming home to this sight has your cunt squeezing and aching for more. he knows you want it just as bad as he does, the way you're gripping his fingers like they're his cock. you're close already and he wonders just how long it's been since you've been fucked properly.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who kisses you to keep you from whining when he pulls his fingers out of you to undo his belt and pull his cock out from its cloth confines. who hisses slightly when you stroke him, slightly inexperienced but for him, you're willing to learn. who's so encouraging, holding your hips as you pierce yourself on his cock with little pushback. whose tip nails your cervix and he's not even fully inside. who's fine with that because as much as he wants this, he doesn't want to hurt you. who guides your hips in the way he knows you enjoy, because he's watched your boyfriend move you the same way.

"just like that, dolly. your cunt feels perfect, gotta ruin it for everyone else, don't i? mold it to my cock so you can't cum any other way. you'd like that, right sweet girl?" his nails dig into the meat of your hips, bouncing you at a steady pace. you nod dumbly, the pleasure melting your brain into nothingness. you could get addicted.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who doesn't pull out to cum. he keeps you brainless on his dick, forcing an orgasm out of you as he rubs that spongy spot inside of you. he grins when you moan his name as the pleasure comes crashing through you, your nails digging into his shoulders. he loves that sound.

"t-too much- fuck- please-" you whine, burying your face in his shoulder as he holds your hips steady, thrusting up into you with an unforseen vigor. he's not stopping until you're full of his cum, maybe even crying a little.

"quiet, darling. i'm only doing what's best for you." he hisses, his hips stuttering with stifled groan. you moan in unison, his thick, sticky seed spilling in you, but he doesn't stop fucking you.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker who fucks his load so deep inside of you, you're worried it might actually take. who strokes your hair as you remain on his lap, recovering when he's satisfied with himself.

"you're not going to tell my son about this, are you darling?" he runs his fingers through your hair until you're alright to sit up.

"no."

"good girl. come here." he kisses you again, sweeter this time, but you get the feeling that he's never going to let you go.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who refuses to let you out of his grasp, even if you break up with jake. you're not escaping him that easily.

♡ — 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐑𝐄 | 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘'𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃!𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐑

— TW: smut, praise, dark themes, age gap, leve yandere, age gap, friend of your farher!albert wesker, v!sex, manipulation, nsfw, distorted mind, oral, afab anatomy, blackmail, recorded sex, daddykink, no pronouns used besides 'you'.

♡—Wesker was a sick man, he knew that, but Albert's darkest desires could not be ignored for long. He was your dad's co-worker, and to tell the truth, he hated the man, however, there was something about your father that interested him... You.

♡— Wesker, unfortunately for you, laid eyes on you, it was just small glances behind the dark lenses of his glasses, but soon after, you were already in the scientist's darkest thoughts. He thought you were a precious thing, a little pearl that needed to be protected by him, so he decided to get even closer to your dad, it was so easy to manipulate the man and infiltrate your family that Albert found it pathetic, but he needed you... Being close to you, you were eating away at his mind with every bitter second that passed in the older man's abjacent solitude.

♡— Wesker could just get rid of anyone in the worst way possible and lock you up in a place isolated from everything and everyone, make you his untouched little doll, lock you in a glass dome and watch you all day — he could force you to loving him, worshiping him like a god, he wanted to make you walk on the ground he walks on and see your tongue lick every drop of his seed, things escalated very quickly for him, but he didn't care, in the blonde's head, he was a superior being, and could do anything he wanted.

♡— Wesker researched every strong and weak point of your personality, in a few days he had a folder and raw files of hours and hours of recordings of you, either with the wiretap he secretly placed on your cell phone, or with the cameras hidden behind home — which he put it when he went to your house, to drink some wine and hand over some papers from the umbrella to your dad — or for the hours he spent stalking every post of yours on the internet. He knew everything about you... Absolutely everything, you were his obsession, you were his property and his alone... It didn't take long for you to realize that.

♡— Wesker began with calm touches, as if he were watering a flower, wetting your petals of desire with the nectar of hot, forbidden touches. He would pay you so much attention, wearing the best smile behind his serious and cold face, his lips would always have an expression of comfort for you — He would always shower you with sweet nicknames, telling you how proud he is of you always giving your best to you. college grades, or how good you were. He would divert your father's attention just to visit you in your room, giving you expensive gifts that you had wanted for a long time. "— I just remembered you baby, it suits your eyes, don't worry about the value sweetheart." Albert would speak in a hoarse tone, placing the emerald necklace around your neck, brushing his fingers for too long on your skin and leaving soon after, leaving you with a confused feeling in your chest and a heat in your core.

♡— Wesker has been mentally writing down the best nicknames he can think of. "— My Prince/Princess, My doll, My baby boy/baby girl, My little gem, My good boy/girl, honey, darling, dear, sweet little thing." And all of them are accompanied by mischievous phrases and smiles. " — Good job prince/princess, you did well... Keep it up." " — you really are a cute little thing, aren't you? Making Daddy happy." The scientist would purr in your ear, away from your father's eyes... Not that he cares much, but he loves the feeling of adrenaline, seeing your face blush, you would be a mess for a simple compliment or word of affirmation... It was so cute to him, like a stalking prey, a deer lost and beautiful in the snow.

♡— Wesker knew that resisting his charm was never an option, and it wouldn't be. He is a man who knows how to play his cards right, and it wouldn't take long for him to trap you in his web of manipulation and possession, he would make you his body, mind and soul, break you to the breaking point.

♡— Wesker would have luxurious dinners at his penthouse, calling his family, an excuse to see you again. He would get your dad drunk enough to pull you to some corner of the house and pull down your clothes, slapping your ass hard as he knelt kissing your clit, forcing you to lean against the cold wall while he fucked you out. "— Fuck imagine if your father comes in here and sees his sweet son/daughter like that? Fucking his friend?" Albert smiled mischievously, as he inserted two thick fingers into your hole, stretching you to the sides, leaving you well prepared for him. He would hold you with his strong arms, taking you to the table where your father slept drunk, fucking you in front of the man's sleepy body. " — Fucking h-hell Mmm- imagine if he wakes up? Seeing you like this? Seeing that you're nothing but a fucking slut." He babbled, pushing the base of his dick into your cunt, while you covered your moans with your hand, feeling your eyes roll back into your head with pleasure.

♡— Wesker will fuck you in your own house, making an excuse for your father who needs to recommend some colleges to you, while he aggressively beats you on the mattress, tying your ankles with his tie, while overstimulating your pussy, inserting his shaft repeatedly into your uterus, he'll just take out even the tip and put it all in at once with a sadistic smile on his thin lips. "—I could fuck you like this all day."

♡— Wesker would say such dirty and sweet things to you while turning you into a dumb mess. " — Your sweet little pussy is made for my cock, isn't it?" His free hand reaches down to caress your breasts, pinching and pinching your sensitive nipples, eliciting more moans from your lips. He continues to tease and torment you, pushing you closer to the edge of orgasm before pulling back, prolonging your agony - and his, you could beg and whimper, as he takes a cell phone out of his pocket, focusing on your wet, abused hole. " — Oh, you little slut," he grows. " —I love the way you look when my cock stretches you out like this Ah- Fuck sweetheart-" And just as you're about to fall, he slows down once again, prolonging your ecstasy, the buildup almost unbearable. "—Not yet, my dear," he whispers in your ear, his voice filled with wicked delight. "—You will come when I say so. Only when I give you permission."

♡— Wesker will take several photos of your body covered in semen, in compromising positions and with his dick in your mouth, videos, gifs or any digital media available, he will manipulate and chat you so that you are always his, always stay on his side.

" — You will never run away from me, my little pet... Or else... Your father and all your family, friends... They will know what a whore you are, so just be good and keep your mouth shut, pretty boys/girls don't think."

©𝙔𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙇 2023

꒰♡꒱─ 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓

TW: afab anatomy, dub con, dark themes, ftm reader, v!sex, sub!reader, stepson x stepfather, dilf!wesker, praise, smut.

─ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐫 - who always takes care of you, always sending you large amounts of money, regardless of what you ask for, he will give you his black card so you can spend it on whatever you want, he will just want his favorite stepson to a little kiss and spend some time with him... especially because you both know that he only married your mother to be close to you.

─ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐫 - who manipulates you to keep you away from your friends, he just wants you for himself! You're his sweet boy, so don't be surprised to see Wesker using his money and powers to keep you trapped at home, keeping you like a cute, cuddly doll that he can control and twirl around his fingers, like a beautiful marionette.

─ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐫 - who considers you his only weakness. Wesker would destroy the world for you, he would destroy everything he built throughout his life just to have the guarantee that you would stay by his side forever, regardless of the price it would cost - and when he completes, all his plans, you will live forever next to him, beautiful and molded perfectly by his hands, his pretty boy.

─ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐫 - who takes you to the most chic and private dinners, with businessmen from the 'umbrella corporation', introducing you as their precious stepson. He will pamper you with expensive suits that adorn your ass for him, getting possessive if any guy tries to flirt with you - he would probably pull you into some room or take you out of the building, throwing you on the expensive leather seat of his BMW, towering over you as he took his hard, throbbing cock out of his pants, while you could see his red iris glow behind the dark lenses of his glasses. "-Are you going to act like a brat and let others take what's mine? Are you really going to do that boy?" Wesker would growl angrily, as he ripped the fabric of your pants, exposing your pussy to him. "-Daddy will teach you a lesson... after all, bad boys don't get rewards."

─ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐫 - who fucks you with all your desires and dark fantasies, he loves to fuck you in the most expensive hotels and the best panoramic views of the city, making you doggy style and pounding your cunt from behind, while pulling the rope of a collar of diamonds you wore around your neck - obviously given by him "-I could fuck you like this all day..." Wesker grunts in response to your sweet moans, slapping your ass. His thrusts become stronger, bringing you closer to the edge of release. And just as you're about to fall, he slows down once again, prolonging your ecstasy, the buildup almost unbearable. "-Not yet, my dear," he whispers in her ear, his voice filled with wicked delight. "-You will come when I say so. Only when I give you permission, you can do this, right? Like the good boy you are to your daddy hm?" He begins to move, establishing a rhythm that exposes you to the fullness and power of his thrusts, filling you completely. "-Such a good boy, accepting me so well, squeeze those thighs and stick out that fucking ass more! Yes baby boy, exactly like that..."

─ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐫 - who fucks you all over the house, while praising you for handling his dick so well in your little cunt. "-Such a beautiful and cute pussy, just for daddy's cock isn't it?", "-atta boy, do you feel that, angel? it's all for you... take my cock like a good boy.", "- Fuck-! I love hearing you beg for more... I'm going to make you cum so hard, baby boy...", "-You better get used to this my little boy... Because from now on on. Your life will revolve around me... And I will always make sure you are satisfied, whatever the cost..." Your body responded to his touch, arching into him as pleasure washed over you. You could feel the tension in your body growing, your pussy clenching around his dick as you neared the edge of orgasm.

─ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐫 - who would lock you up in one of his mansions, in a beautiful golden cage, he would cut your ties with your mom... friends and even normal civilization, nothing exists beyond him now, you are just his, he will leave you just there , for him and for him. "-You will always be my doll boy... won't you?" Wesker would smile darkly, as he handed you the clothes he wanted you to wear. "-You'll never get rid of me... I'm your daddy forever... right my prince?"

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 ©𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 2023. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞.

Dumb-fucking your dear Doctor

Dottore x top. male reader

The second harbinger, the doctor, being known for his knowledge and power but also for the cruel experiments. What a joke. The man before you is none of that anymore, he’s just a needy, dumb whore.

“Pathetic” your voice was harsh, throwing another insult at him and crushing his pride even more, not like there was much left of it at this point. Dottore wanted to snarl at you, to insult you back but he just wasn’t able to think of anything, to dumb at the moment.

“You like that, don’t you? Being reduced to nothing?” A mocking laugh slips out of your throat, which gets you a whine from the harbinger beneath you, “of course you do, why do I even ask. You’re nothing more than some slut begging to get fucked.” Oh how your words hit him but oh how he wants to be degraded by you even more.

Dottores nails dig into the desk, whimpers coming out of his mouth as he was trying to form some words. “o-only for you-“, he manages to croak out, lips tugging into an dumb grin to which you just let out a half-hearted chuckle. Fingers digging harder into his hips.

You just felt so, so good, the way the tip of your cock kisses his prostate in all the right places, making him see stars. His brain can’t focus on anything expect for the pleasure you were making him feel.

Normally the doctor would have turned, whoever would even dare to think about him in such a way, into one of his subjects but you, oh you, he would close an eye this once and all the other times.

Noticing that your dear doctor seems to be in his own little world, you decided to grab his swollen cock. Giving it a squeeze and starting to rub it in the rhythm of your thrust, making him let out a loud moan. His eyes roll to the back of his head once again as he wraps his legs around your waist even tighter, his hole also clenching around you.

“Getting greedy?”, you ask him, but it sounded more of a fact than an actual question, not like he would notice it. Seeing that you won’t get a respond back, you clicking your tongue in annoyance and let go of his dick while pulling out until only your tip is still inside him.

Blinking in confusion, dottore slowly regains some of his mind back, tilting his head up to look and probably snarl at you for stopping, only to slam it right back and arch his back as you enter him once again, even harsher then before. His moans get louder and he starts to drool, as you once again start to fuck him. It doesn’t take long till he comes for the nth time with a loud moan of your name, you joining him shortly after, filling him even more with your warm sperm.

Finally slowing down, you give Dottore the chance to catch his breath, his stomach covered in his cum while some of your own was dripping out of his used, little hole and onto the floor. Letting out a chuckle, you lean forward, pressing a soft kiss against his forehead before leaning your own against his.

After a while, you both manage to catch your breath and you pull out of him, your cock now semi-hard as you help him sit up. The harbinger head hands low, with his gaze on the ground as he sits in silent. “You bastard.”

Seems like he is able think and speak again. Just for how long, until his, all knowing, mouth gets to annoying?

I haven’t written anything for a while, so I hope it’s alright, and please inform me if there are any grammatical mistakes or if you have any tips for writing, it would be very appreciated.

WARNINGS: power dynamic, gn!reader, reader is sick but never really exudes illness, dottore dgaf, unprotected sex, bondage

WC: 517

He prefers tying you up more than anything. Even it's just your hands or wrists he gets off on the amount if power he has over you, then shoving his gloves in your mouth while you protest about how unfair he is. Though that's the whole point of this.

You're letting his do you like this just to get your labs back quickly, you're sick, there's so little time to solve your problem you said you'll do anything it takes. Now here you are, doing anything. It's been going on for weeks, said he lost the sample and now he has to get you through the list again, you know he's full of shit.

Not worth arguing though, not when he's stuffing you full if his shit. His long, veiny shaft filling you til your squirming just to be able to yell his name. It's a pain you didn't mind taking, forcing yourself to take down your throat, but not it's something you can take with (relative) ease.

He's got you wrapped around his finger, always "loosing your labs during a clean up," or "loosing them in the chaos" He'll say with that voice of his, feeling it rumble and tear it's way through your body as he digs his fingers into your thighs, parting them while his tongue works it's magic.

You wanted to dig into his hair, slap his face, but you're restrained. He sees your want, your need to give him something that's coming for him, that's when he pops his mouth off of you and stands are his full height. Eyes peering down at you as you kick your legs at him, eventually you got daring and even started hitting his chest gently with the sole of your feet.

Dottore just rolled his eyes, sighing and bringing your hips to his. Undoing his belt and throwing it to the ground, you noticed the way he gripped it was a little stronger than most days, maybe he was actually pissed. He yanked the saliva soaked glove from your mouth to cast it aside with his belt, a wet slap heard on the cold marble ground.

The harbinger uses one hands to part your thighs again, (seeing as you pressed them together as hard as you could,) and the other to land a harsh slap to your ass. "Flip" He commanded, you gave him a look, glading a bit. "Where's my labs."

His long pale fingers caressed his nose, pinching it as they dragged to the tip, seeking like he wanted to peel his own skin off. "I don't give brats their results" Dottore hurriedly shoved down his pants, stroking himself while keeping harsh eye contact with you.

You merely let your body go slack, keeping your eyes on him. "Yea, but I'm your brat at this point, that's gotta count for something."

His eyes squinted at your quip. He then lowered his head a bit as he let his hips meet yours, raising them a bit and letting your ankles dangle overbhis shoulders. Letting out an exhausted breath, he looked at you. "You'll live."

Sugar Daddy

⁃ Sugar Daddy! who is always cold towards you and barely spends anytime with you. He would give you money and never expected anything in return, even if you told him that you were willing to do something for that money.

⁃ Sugar Daddy! who would watch from a distance as you happily try one outfit after another. When you decide to ask him what he thinks of the outfit he will always respond with an “It’s alright.”

⁃ Sugar Daddy! who will clench his fists tightly together when he sees you laughing with another man, looking as if you had no care in the world.

⁃ Sugar Daddy! who starts to look you up and down, gaze staying on you way longer then it used to be. Something about you seems to get his attention.

⁃ Sugar Daddy! who will find his mind full of you, he thought you were like his past sugar baby’s… so why can’t he stop thinking about you?

⁃ Sugar Daddy! who takes you always with him no matter what, may it be to a meeting, a business trip or just meet an friend. Yet he always keeps his distance and barely talks to you

⁃ Sugar Daddy! who will slowly starts to let you do small things for him, like getting an glass water, massaging his shoulder, sometimes even letting you keep him some company.

⁃ Sugar Daddy! who lets his man watch you everywhere you go, what you do and with who you talk. He’s only trying to keep you save, nothing to worry…

⁃ Sugar Daddy! who starts to asks you about the new things you bought. How about your give him a small fashion show? After all it’s still his money that you used. He will sit back on his couch with a glass of wine in his hand as he will watch carefully.

⁃ Sugar Daddy! who starts putting his hand around your waist and pull you closer to him when one of his business partners gets a bit to close to you after an meeting.

⁃ Sugar Daddy! who lets his man put some cameras into your bedroom without your awareness. It’s for your protection, you’re such a pure and innocent soul, he doesn’t want anything to happen to you.

⁃ Sugar Daddy! who will sit in his office, leaned back in his chair as his gaze is fixated on his computer screen. He only wanted to see what you are doing in your room but it seems like he went to check the cameras while you were changing. His hand would grip tightly onto the desk before he sucks in a sharp breath and forces himself to turn his computer off.

⁃ Sugar Daddy! who seems to make sure that you don’t grow to close with any of his men. He doesn’t need you to distract them from their job… it’s not like he’s jealous

⁃ Sugar Daddy! who can’t help himself from watching you through the cameras. It’s not that bad, is it? He just wants to take care of you.

⁃ Sugar Daddy! who keeps giving you more and more money for no reason, even if try to deny, telling him that you can’t keep accepting so much for nothing. He will insist that you take it and he definitively won’t stop until you give in, which you do after a short while. He just wants to make you happy, alright? Just stay with him and be good.

💞🔫

You’re my favorite Zwerg 💞

Monster!Dire Crowley x gn reader (nsfw)

⁃ You knew that you could top him normally but now… like what the hell even is he now? Some kind of monster?

⁃ Nah topping him isn’t an option anymore, just pray that your legs aren’t entirely destroyed afterwards.

⁃ Crowley would chuckle in amusement when he sees your shocked and terrified expression when he turns into his more animalistic and inhuman form.

⁃ Seeing you try to crawl away only makes his cock harder, you’re so small and pathetic compared to him. He could easily break your body as if you are nothing more then a stick but don’t worry he will be careful or at least he will try, he can’t promise anything

⁃ His claws dig into your waist while you straddle his lap, not even half of his giant dick is inside you and your already letting out pleading whines and whimpers, repeating “I can’t take any more” and “it’s to much” over and over. Yet that only seems to turn Crowley on even more as he lets out a low growl, his patience is running thin, he truly try’s to stay calm but the way your warm walls are sucking his cock in is just to much and before you can stop him he slams you down onto his dick. Hands gripping onto Crowley shoulders as a loud moan/yelp escapes you, eyes watering a bit, small tears even running down your cheeks from both, pleasure and pain. Crowley will softly kiss or lick your tears away with his black, snake like tongue. He then lays you back onto the bed, cock still deep inside you, eventually he will starts to move in and out at a slow and steady pace while whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

⁃ Eventually when you got used to his inhuman size, he will start to move faster. Hips slapping against yours at a rapid speed while his wings flutter happily, small whines leaving him as his hold on your waist tightens.

⁃ When he’s about to cum he will bury his head against your neck, placing soft kisses and small bites on it while your arms are wrapped around his back, holding onto him for dear life. Eventually he will fill you up, you both are breathing heavy as he pulls a it back but lets half of his dick still inside you.

⁃ The sight of his cum dripping out of your pretty, little hole is making him hard again. Your eyes snap open when you feel him start to slowly move again, trying to push him back to no success. Instead he covers you with even more praises that make you give in to him.

⁃ He’s making you feel so good, isn’t he? So just let him make you feel even better.

For @prince-kallisto, eat up dear

Professor Pantalone x College Student gn Reader

You have worked so hard for this exam yet you failed it once again, no matter how hard you worked and how many tutorials you watched, you still fail your math exams. You don’t get it, at the beginning you did just fine and then your grades in math started to go down and when you think you finally understand the theme and even manage to solve the questions, you still fail the tests. Not wanting to fail your math class, you decided to ask your math teacher, professor pantalone, for help, after all your professor is always willing to help students who want to improve themselves.

It was just a question of time when you would show up in front of pantalones Office, looking all nervous and embarrassed, like a little puppy. Pantalone had to hold back his grin when he saw you, after all he had already expected you. When you started to rant about how you didn’t know how you kept on failing your exams, pantalone had to bite his cheek and cover his mouth with his hand to not start laughing. You looked so pathetic, so helpless and desperate and how nice of your professor to sacrifice some of his free time to help you.

“I understand your problem and I gladly would help you, after all you are an hard working stundet but…” pantalones voice becomes more silent at the end making your happy expression turn once against nervous. “But what…?” You asks nervously. A small smile, that seems to try and comfort you but in reality is just hiding the mocking smirk behind it, slips onto pantalones lips. “This semester is nearly over, there’s no change you will manage to get enough good grades not to fail this class.” Pantalone felt almost sorry when he saw the way you froze and your eyes widen in shock and slight horror at the realization. For a while it’s completely silent in his office until your voice breaks it “Is-Is there really no way I can fix my grades? Really none? I- I do anything, just please help me, Professor.” And with that pantalone knew that his plan worked and he had you right where he wanted you.

“Ah~” a satisfied groan escapes pantalone as he leans back in his chair, his eyes closed and one hand resting on top of the head under him. “Just like that my dear…” pantalone softly moans, his grip on your hair becoming a bit tighter, urging you closer. You let out a few choking sounds when his dick is pressed even further down your throat, hands pressing against pantalones thighs for some support. Pantalone couldn’t hold back the amused chuckle at your pathetic state, you look so small in front of him, on your knees with your pretty lips around his cock, sucking him off. “Good, good, don’t stop my dear student…” pantalone groans as he urges you to speed up your movements. “Oh fuck… you’re so good at this. Taking my cock so nicely. Shit… im gonna-“ when you glance up at him with those glassy, pleading eyes he couldn’t hold back any longer and came into your mouth with a loud moan. His cum filling your mouth and throat, with a small ‘pop’ he pulls his dick back out of your mouth and ruffles your hair. “Be good for me and swallow.” Pantalone says with a big grin, you need that A so who were you to deny him? After hesitating a bit you eventually swallow his release, the salty taste and the slimy consistence making you cough to which pantalone only laughs again. “Alright we are done… for today. I will make sure to change that D to an A but it will still take a lot of work to pass this class. For now, you’re dismissed.” Quickly you grab you stuff and make your way to the door, right before you were about to open the door, pantalones voice fills the office once again, making you stop. “I expect you here tomorrow, same time.” Pantalone watches as you quickly nod your head, fix your hair a bit and leave his office. The corner of the Professors mouth tug up into a smirk. He knew it’s wrong but oh my, how charming you are. It’s just to hard to resist you and… it’s not like you have to know that he let’s you fail his class on purpose.

Trans!Crowley x male Dom! Reader

The sight was almost pathetic and the sounds were like the ones of a whore. “Come on Crowley, where’s that feisty mouth of yours, hm?” Yet no respond came back expected for more slutty moans. “Is that all you can say? You’re like a fucking whore. What would the others thing if they saw you like this, dear headmage?” The mockery in your voice was clear as day yet Crowley was in no right mind or position to give a comeback. Black nails dig even more into the bedsheets as Crowley bites a pillow to keep his moans a bit down. “Answer me you whore.” Crowley jerks up when you suddenly spank his ass so hard, probably leaving a red hand print of your hand on it. Yet Crowley could only moan even more at the pain which adds even more to the pleasure, making him nearly cum again. You groan when Crowleys walls clench even tighter around your dick, greedily taking you. “ Oh fuck…” you sharply breathe out through your teeth. For a moment you stop moving your hips and pull out, only leaving the tip in Crowleys pussy, making the headmaster let out a whine of protest but he knew he was in no position to give you any commands or requests. “So pretty… so nicely wet and such a nice pink…” you mumble as you stare at Dires pussy, studying how its silky walls made a small ring around your tip and the base of your cock. Crowley moves a bit under your intense stare. “Please…” the bird fae whines out, glassy , yellow eyes staring at you with such an lustful and pleading look that made you want to slam back into him. “Oh so now you decide to speak?” Your tone slightly irritated yet it couldn’t hide the lust in your voice or the twitching of your cock. “Please what? Use that nice mouth of yours dire.” Hearing you call him by his first name made him let out a small moan, hips thrusting a bit back to try and get more of your dick back into his pussy. Crowley takes a shaky breath, trying to calm his racing heart with no luck. His cheeks flush even more, his grip on the bedsheets tighter. He knew his request would be full filled and he knew that it may be a bit risky but he was sucker when it came to you and you knew it. “…bre-ed me…” Crowley quietly mumbles, you let out a low chuckle grabbing his hips again and kneading them softly. “What did you say? You gotta speak up Crowley, normally you nearly yell around in school.” You heard him clearly the first time but it’s so much fun to see him get even redder, embarrassed by his own request but you will make sure that he will be to dumb fucked to feel embarrassed. “Breed me.” Dires request was more of an command than an request, making your lips tug into an even bigger grin. “Everything for you headmaster~” Before Crowley could prepare, you slammed back into him, you chuckle once again when Crowley lets out a small yelp, eyes widen and back arching at your actions. Sloppy sounds, skin slapping against skin and Crowleys moan fill your bedroom. The air is thick and hot but it’s just how you like it. Crys of pleasure keep on spilling out of Crowley mouth like music to your ears while you continue to abuse his sweet spot brutally. “Ah fuck…” you groan, leaning forward and burying your head against Crowley shoulder, placing soft kisses on it. You both were reaching another orgasm, dire leans his head back, eyes rolling back in pleasure as you slam one last time into him, burying yourself deep into him, filling his pretty little pussy once again with your cum. By now both of you are panting heavy, you press a soft kiss on Crowleys head as you start to pull out but get stopped by Crowley grabbing onto your hand. The sigh of Crowley laying there with messy hair, ruined make up, flushed cheeks, glaze eyes and droll on the corner of his mouth makes your cock grow hard again. “Please… again…” The headmaster mumbles with a raspy voice, you don’t even know how many rounds you already went but who are you to deny such a please? Especially when you get to see such a beautiful sight, only for you and only you.

Here’s a compilation of Crowley sounds, Aka him just humming, clearing his throat, crying, etc. I tried containing it to non-speaking voice clips, but sometimes he emphasized a word SO ODDLY that I had to include it. @snakevsnis …use this wisely 🫡

Audio warning for Crowley screaming every now and then 😭 I pulled clips from the entire main story, Culinary Crucible, and the exam voice lines. If you have any requests for a Crowley voice compilation, hit me up! 🙆💞🐦‍⬛

But I have a confession to make 😭 I literally JUST realized how weird this is 😭😭😭 who IN THEIR RIGHT MIND records 95 VOICE CLIPS and puts them together like this 😭😭 I swear it wasn’t for any creepy reasons 🧍it’s just that I already posted about his odd mannerisms before, like his humming and voice changes…I’m already hours into this project so might as well upload it 🤪 but now I seem like a pervert 🫡 the struggles of an irredeemable Crowley simp…

I plan on making a massive video one day compiling ALL of Crowley’s voice lines from all sources…if you know a strange source where Crowley speaks (e.g Twst commercials,, Twst website) please let me know! ^_^ 🐦‍⬛

Obsessed Vampire

It was another night.

Outside the wind was howling loudly and the tress were shaking while the rain was pouring down against the window and roof. Yet despite the horrible weather, he would still come, after all he wouldn’t dare to miss the opportunity to get to taste another sweet drop of that blood. After all he wouldn’t dare to miss the opportunity to feel their soft and warm skin against his own, cold one. After all he wouldn’t dare to miss the opportunity to hear their voice, the way it would chirp so sweetly like a beautiful bird ones, especially while he would caress their body with his sharp claws. After all he wouldn’t dare to miss the opportunity to see the way their eyes would close, the way their eyes would become teary and would roll back in pleasure that HE brings them. After all, who was he to break their little deal? Even if it was far over the deal they made. Yet every time he comes again, every night he shows up, he keeps saying that it’s just because of their deal but it’s a lie and he knows it and they also start to realize it. A lie to hide the way he’s drawn to them. A lie to hide the fact how addicted he is to their blood and touch. A lie to hide the way he is starving for their touch and their sweet voice. A lie to hide the fact that he feels butterfly’s in his stomach every time they laugh. A lie to hide the way he becomes more greedy for them.

It’s just a deal. Nothing more… right?

Dire Crowley x gn reader

He had planned to come over and check on the prefect(to give them more work) and Crowley being Crowley decided to show up unannounced. Crowley was making his way to the dorm, the path beneath him is uneven. The sun is completely gone by now and instead replaced by the moon and the stars. The soft sound of the wind shaking the leafs is heard and the clicking of a pair of shoes that is accompanied by a soft humming of an unfamiliar melody. Eventually the clicking of the shoes stops and also the humming. Crowley is standing in front of the ramshackles door, the door still looks old but not as bad as it did before the prefect and grim moved in. Puffing out his chest a bit and fixing his, already well kept, hat and tie, Crowley lifts his hand to open the door. The feeling of the cold metal embraces his palm, the headmaster was about to push the handel down before he stops himself. He’s unannounced and maybe the prefect is already asleep? So Crowley lets go of the door handle again and instead walks around the building. With careful steps the headmaster walks through the grass and dirt and towards the backside of the dorm. From one of the windows, on the second floor, a light is coming, meaning that the prefect was still awake. In the blink of an eye, Crowley flys up to the old tree that is standing right near the building. One of its big branches has grow towards the direction of the prefects window, skilled he walks over that branch. A little scare won’t hurt, right? The shadow of the prefect could be seen in the room and just as Crowley was about to open the window, he stops. The prefect was now completely in his sight and not just their shadow. Crowleys gloved hands were still holding onto the window sill, his grip on it becoming a bit tighter as he stares at the prefect. The prefects back was facing the window as they were pulling off their shirt and clothes, the room was dimly lit by a lamp on the desk. Crowleys mouth hangs a bit open when the prefect turns around and walks over to their clothes, in nothing but their underwear. The headmaster knew how inappropriate this is yet he can’t pull his eyes away from them. The way their hips move when they walk, the way their skin looks so soft and delicate in the dim light. Their hair was a bit messy. Oh how he craves to run his fingers through their hair and grab it while they blow him off. Then the prefect also takes off their underwear and crowley leans a bit closer to the window. His breath stuck in his throat as his pants start to feel way to tight. Crowley has to bite his lips to not let out a small whine, he lets go of the window sill with one hand and instead presses it against his clothed cock, which is throbbing a bit. The sight of the prefect without any clothes makes him drool yet he has to restrain himself from opening the window and breaking into their room like he had planned before seeing this. He knows it’s wrong, so wrong yet he can’t help it. He can’t help but let out a small whimper when the prefect puts back some new underwear and clothes. Yet the way their thighs look in these shorts makes him thrust his hips against his hand a bit. He feels so hot… so desperate and all that just because of the prefect. It’s kinda their fault. So shouldn’t it be fair if they helped him…? Once again Crowley bites his lip and without even thinking, of what consequences all this could bring, he opens the window gets into the room. The prefect snaps their head towards the sudden ‘bump’ only to see Crowley. The headmaster is standing there, or rather leaning against the wall, his claws digging into the wall a bit. His breath heavy, desperate and he looks a bit messed up. Then there is his look, it’s like the look of a crow that just saw something shiny and valuable and they definitely don’t plan to let it get taken away. “Crowley what the hell? What are you even doing here? It’s so late.”

But before the prefect could say more, they were grabbed by their waist and pulled against Crowleys chest. Instinctively Crowley buries his head against their neck, inhaling their sentence greedily, as if he was a starving man getting to eat something after weeks. “Oh prefect…” the headmasters voice sound low, breathless and almost pleading. “You’re just too beautiful to resist… it’s already hard to watch you in school but now that I saw you like this… I’m meant to be domed.” The headmaster softly whispers into the prefects ear while he softly nibbles on it and runs his hand down to their hips. “I’m starving… won’t you feed me, my little bird?” “Crowley, what the hell is up with you? Are you drunk?” Despite trying to stay serious, the prefects face turns a bit red at crowleys touch. “Apologies… I planned to come over for a little visit… I decided to come through your window but instead…” It took the prefect a bit to realize what Crowley was pointing at and when they did, their face turned into a deep red shade to which Crowley chuckled in slight amusement. Then the headmaster takes the prefects hand, their hand feels so soft and despite wearing gloves, Crowley can still feel their warmth. He softly rubs their hand for a bit before he guides it down to his erection. “Do you feel how exited you made me feel… how… desperate I am for you…” Crowleys breath hitches when the prefects hand comes in contact with his clothed dick. A low whine escapes him as he desperately thrusts his hips against their hand. “Please… please don’t leave me like this… I can’t hold it any longer without your touch…” Crowley was now turned into nothing more then a pleading puppy, which only made the prefects face turn redder and their own arousal grow. Soft, pleading kisses were placed against their neck and they slowly moved further up to their lips. It didn’t take long and soon Crowley pressed his lips against theirs. The kiss was passionately and lustful, it’s as if he was trying to devour them completely. A small moan escapes the prefects lips and immediately Crowley pulls them closer against himself while he pushes his tongue into their mouth. This lips interviewed as their tongues are wrapping around each others. Their hands are exploring each others body’s and Crowley quickly takes his hat and coat off as they continue to kiss. Eagerly he pushes them onto their bed, for a few seconds they pull apart to catch their breath. Silently staring at each other with a dazed expression before they are back on eagerly making out and touching each other. The tension in the room is thick, the air is hot and the only sounds are the kissing noises and clothes ruffling. Crowleys was opening his belt while they still kiss when suddenly the door to the prefects room opens. In the blink of an eye, the prefect pushes Crowley off themself, making him fall off the bed and onto the ground. They both are looking towards the door where grim stands with a confused expression. “The hell is the headmaster doing here? And why does the air smell like that?” The prefect just quickly makes up a lie which grim seems to believe. Crowley on the other hand is pounding while he gets off the ground. Now their fun was interrupted by the cat-weasel and because of that Crowley will make sure to give grim some extra work or detention.