#divus crewel x y/n

[m00nkissedlover]

・｡rings 💍

you've ordered: a bone-shaped lemon tart! enjoy!

"it's always been just him and me, together."

divus crewel x spouse! reader | word count: 994 words

summary: the students don't know you're married to their alchemy professor 💍 (silly little crewel drabble! :D)

warnings: kinda rushed, not proofread. other than that, none!

note: not my best work, but hey- it is what it is T-T. i will definitely be writing more for crewel in the future! also, i use they/them pronouns for reader. feel free to change them to your preferred pronouns while reading

"did you guys know that professor y/n is married?" ace exclaimed, receiving reactions of utter shock and complete indifference.

"you're just now finding out?" jamil asked as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"wait, you knew? since when?" grim asked, his face stuffed with a meat filled pastry.

"since the first day of class. i noticed the ring when they was handing out papers."

"do you know who they're married to?" kalim questioned, jamil shaking his head.

"all i know is that they're married to a professor. i happened to overhear them talking with another student who asked."

"professor trein's too damn old to be their husband and coach vargas already told us he's not gonna get married anytime soon." deuce explained. "and we've never seen professor crewel wearing a ring."

"maybe he doesn't teach here?" grim mumbled, finishing up his pastry and making a failed attempt to take deuce's.

"look! there they are." ace announced.

the others turned around to see you walking through the cafeteria, greeting students. when you spotted their table, you smiled and waved at them, stepping over. "good morning everyone! how are you all doing today?" you asked, your voice warm and inviting.

the boys all gave pretty halfhearted responses as their eyes drifted to the ring on your finger. whoever your husband was, he was definitely loaded. that diamond was the size of their heads.

you followed their gaze, giving a quiet laugh as you reached you hand out, letting them get a better look at the ring. "before you all ask: yes, i am married."

"wow! that's a gorgeous ring!" kalim exclaimed, taking in the sparkly rock.

"so, uh...what's your husband like?" ace outright asked, earning himself a kick under the table from jamil. "ignore him, professor."

"no, no. i don't mind at all. he's very sweet and kindhearted. he's very passionate about his teaching and wants his students to succeed. he's the best man i've ever met, really." you sighed dreamily, thoughts of your husband filing your mind.

the group found it rather sweet, whispering among each other for another question to ask.

"well, i must be on my way. see you all in class later!" you smiled, giving them a nod as you left the cafeteria and them dumbfounded.

you were currently in your classroom, setting things up for your next class. you taught magical botany and herbalism, a class that happened to go hand in hand with professor crewel's alchemy class.

as you checked in on the various plants growing in your "plant corner" of the classroom (you also used the botanical garden to grow things), you heard the sound of footsteps behind you. turning around, a wide grin spread over your features as you saw the familiar face.

"professor crewel, what a pleasant surprise." you said, a tinge of excitement in your voice at seeing your husband. yes, you were married to none other that divus crewel, alchemy professor and dog lover alike.

"y/n, you know you can drop the formalities when we're alone." he said, stepping over to you. his arms encircled your waist, making you laugh a little.

"crewel, our students might see!" you exclaimed, pretending to scold him despite your arms already wrapping around his neck.

crewel gave you one of his flashy grins, resting his forehead against yours. "so? at least then, the puppies will stop bombarding me with questions."

"what questions?" you mused, having a good idea of what they were.

"like, if i have a crush on you." the alchemy professor said, making you burst into laughter.

"well, we're married, so i would hope so!" you snickered, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

just as your conversation was going well, a few whispering voices could be heard from behind the door. voices you two knew very well.

"stop pushing!"

"shh, they're gonna hear us!"

"did they say they're married?"

you and crewel exchanged a knowing glance, walking over to the door and opening it. in tumbled grim, ace, and deuce, all three of them with rather guilty looks on their faces.

"oh? deuce, this isn't the botanical garden!" ace said, trying to sound convincing (and failing).

"where you puppies eavesdropping on us?" crewel asked, his tone turning stern. you placed a hand onto crewel's shoulder, shaking your head.

"let's at least hear them out."

crewel was about to protest, but nodded his head, letting them explain themselves.

"we were just curious about who professor y/n was married to!" grim blurted, ace facepalming and deuce silently scolding the cat-like creature.

"like he said, we never would've guessed it was professor crewel. he never wears a ring." deuce explained.

you couldn't help but laugh, crewel rolling his eyes at their little display of curiosity.

"the reason he doesn't wear his ring is because he's afraid he'll lose it or ruin it up during alchemy lessons. it also looks weird if he wears his gloves over it." you explained, the boys nodding their heads.

"you do understand that i'll have to punish you three, correct?" crewel said, the three boys hanging their heads.

"oh come on, love. cut them some slack this time, hm?" you suggested, playfully nudging crewel in his side. the students were shocked to see this side of their professors, finding it a bit weird, but also rather sweet.

"fine. but don't let me catch you again."

after the trio left, crewel helped you set up the last of your things. you two were now having one last little intimacy session before classes began again.

"tell you what? after classes are over, let's go have some tea in your office and just enjoy each other's company?" you hummed, reaching up to tuck a tuft of his white hair behind his ear.

"you always know how to take my stress away." he smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"of course i do. i know my husband inside and out." 💍

© m00nkissedlover, 2024

[it-happened-one-fic]

Twisted Weddings: Photoshoot #1 - Quite the Image

Summary: Your first photoshoot was going to be with Trey. The question was whether the presence of the bicycle or exactly how good he looked in a suit was more startling, and the bicycle really seemed to be winning. Either way, you could only hope your first attempt at modeling went pseudo-well.

Type: Female reader/ 800 Followers Event/ Series/ sfw/ fluff/ light-flirtation

Twisted Weddings Series Masterlist

Word count: 1346

“So… A bike,” Trey eyed the bicycle that was leaned against a pole as I shifted. Doing my best to not continue eyeing him. But, to be fair, I’d never actually seen Trey in a suit before. Much less one that was tailored specifically to make him look his absolute best.

I’d been impressed enough when I’d seen the gown I was wearing. A slim-fitting dress with fluttery, sheer sleeves that could get caught in even the smallest of breezes and made for a rather dreamy-looking dress.

And the embarrassing thing was that I knew that both it and I looked nice. Trey’s reaction could have only been so faked.

I could only hope that I hadn’t been as obvious in my surprise at how nice he looked. At the very least, I knew I hadn’t openly gaped at him.

“Maybe we’re both going to be riding it for the photo?” I stepped over next to Trey. Eyeing the lone visible prop for our photoshoot.

An old-looking bicycle.

Trey shook his head though, a slight frown on his face, “I doubt it. Your skirt might get caught in the wheel or something….”

He trailed off, glancing my way with a half smile as he tilted his head, “It probably would be a cute photo though.”

I nodded, quietly agreeing with him as I did my best to ignore the way the slight breeze ruffled my sleeves as he hummed thoughtfully.

“I guess it could be a picture of us walking together while pushing a bike?” He hardly sounded confident in his theory, but I felt myself nod, crossing my arms slightly as I continued to eye the bicycle.

But unfortunately, there was no telling exactly what Crewel had planned.

“Alright, Pups!” Me and Trey both jerked upright as Crewel strolled out of the building and over to where we were standing. Almost as if he’d been signaled by my thoughts that right now was the perfect time to make his appearance.

Trey and I turned together, both looking towards our instructor, and the man who skittered after him with all sorts of photography-related paraphernalia at the same time. And all at once I realized this was actually happening. As if the wedding clothes hadn’t been enough.

I was going to be featured heavily as a model in a photoshoot for Crewel’s latest designs for bridal clothes.

Trey and I briefly exchanged glances before we looked back towards our instructor who stopped in front of us. Almost as if we were thinking the same thing. But neither of us spoke as Crewel began to explain.

“I’m sure the two of you have already realized that you have this bicycle as your prop,” Crewel gestured idly to the bicycle, and we both nodded. With me glancing back at it and idly wondering exactly how this was going to work.

Me and Trey both looked towards Crewel for explanation, though. But both of us knew that Crewel was going to tell us how we were going to be posed and what we were going to be doing.

And he wasted no time in doing just that, “Good. Y/n. You get on the bike first. Trey, you’ll be behind them and actually pedaling.”

Trey hesitated slightly, glancing over at me worriedly before he looked towards Crewel, “But… Professor, won’t Y/n’s skirt get caught in the wheels?”

Crewel’s eyebrows arched at the young man next to me, and I shifted, idly scooting backwards as Crewel crossed his arms and eyed Trey, “Y/n is going to be riding side-saddle, Mr. Clover. Her skirt is slim-fitting and will take care of itself.”

Trey nodded, his eyes widening slightly before he turned, his gaze barely meeting mine as he made a slight face before reaching over and rolling the bike over so that I could perch on it carefully. All while Crewel continued.

“Both of you will need to ignore the photographer. He’s going to be snapping pictures the very moment the two of you are on the bike, but you need to pretend like he isn’t here. Do NOT look at the camera.”

I nodded lightly, balancing myself carefully. And the very moment I was balanced, Trey was on the bike behind me, bumping me slightly as he muttered apologies, and I shook my head. Scooting forward to try and give him more only to almost slide off the seat.

I could hear the camera snapping in the background as Trey caught me with an arm around my waist, laughing slightly as I gripped the handlebars in front of me and he pushed off.

The bicycle wobbled as he pedaled, and I tried to steer us in a reasonably straight path before he reached forward and grabbed the handle-bars as I slowly got tickled at exactly how bad we were doing.

But it was like something as simple as riding a bicycle had suddenly become impossibly difficult now that we were being looked at. 

My arms rested lightly on the front of the bicycle as I giggled, my laughter causing Trey to start chuckling behind me even as I heard Crewel release a sigh of long suffering as we came to a stop. Both of us laughing as the bicycle rocked to the side for what had to be the thousandth time.

I leaned back, sighing slightly as I twisted to see Crewel walking towards us before I glanced at Trey, “Think we’re in trouble?”

He shook his head, a smile still on his face as he offered a only slightly guilty-looking half shrug. But before either he or Crewel could speak, the photographer was piping up.

“Mr. Crewel, I actually got some good shots there!” Crewel stopped, his eyebrows arching as he looked at the photographer with almost the same degree of surprise as I felt.

Nonetheless, the man trotted over, showing Crewel the screen of his camera as he spoke, “All of these pictures show a certain degree of happiness wedding photos don’t often have due to how staged they are. These two actually look like a happy young couple having some fun on their big day.”

Crewel nodded as he looked through the pictures before pointing at one in particular, “This one.”

Apparently understanding, the photographer nodded, “Yes, I liked that one too. The way he’s smiling down at the young lady is particularly nice here, and they are just starting to laugh.”

“The wind also caught both the sleeves and the edge of the skirt nicely too,” Crewel paused, looking up at us with slightly arched eyebrows. “It looks like you’ve both lucked up. There are some good pictures here.”

“So we’re free to go?”  Trey looked about as hesitant as I felt, but Crewel nodded. 

“Since the photos are good, you’re done.” He paused, his gaze shifting to me as he tilted his head, “And how do you feel about going ahead and getting another photo-shoot done today, Pup?”

I hesitated before I nodded, “Yeah, that should be fine.”

“Alright then, and good work Mr. Clover,” I felt myself grin over at Trey who looked at me with a sigh. Like he knew perfectly well to expect teasing.

“Looking forward to becoming a poster boy for grooms everywhere?” I nudged with my shoulder as we both walked back towards the campus proper to get changed. Him back into his normal clothes and me into a different wedding gown.

He chuckled, only slightly flustered before he grinned over at me, a glint of meanness entering his honey-colored eyes, “Not as much as I’m looking forward to getting to see everyone else’s faces at the dorm.”

I blinked, tilting my head curiously at him, “You're heading back to the dorm to show the guys your suit?”

He chuckled again, shaking his head, “No. I meant when they see our pictures. Apparently we cut quite the image as a young couple.”

It was a fight not to shove him for his teasing, but I took it with only a slight bit of embarrassment.

After all, he was just quoting the photographer.

If you would like to read more

Previous

Next

[tswhiisftteedr]

Good Pup ☆ One Shot

☆Mean!Sciences Proffesor!Divus Crewel x College Freshman!Fem!Reader:

After seeing you excel in his class, Professor Crewel interest had peeked. You were not from this world, and your academic knowledge was far too different from what was taught here, too different for it to be considered fair for you to study such material at the college level, a lost cause, he thought at first. And yet, he couldn't help but feel proud as you quickly rose to become one of the top students in his class. One day after potionology you had forgotten your textbook behind, and being the great teacher that Divus Crewel is, he ought to give back to you. After looking around for a bit, then spotting in a hallway talking with your friends, he happens to overhear about your secret thoughts on him…

Based on this ask and poll.

Warnings: Mature Content, Swearing/Explicit Language, Spanking(of ass, thigh, and pussy, by hand and pointer), Choking(on dick lol), degrading names, pet play ig?(just names like pup, dog and mutt but not anything else in that area). READER IS A COLLEGE FRESHMAN AS NCR IS ONE IN THIS FIC SO THEY ARE AT LEAST 18, CREWEL IS CANONICALLY 32 SO KEEP THAT IN MIND BEFORE ENGAGING.

Note: This is sort of a remake of ‘Personal Training’ but instead of Professor Vargas, it’s our dear sadistic Divus Crewel. Like a different Au, so the encounter between reader and professor Vargas didn’t happen here. Also why are all the proffesror mean you may ask, well the answer is quite simple… I like to bullied by authority figures/people in charge and those fics self indulgence 🤪✌️. Also for future request, if not precise what type of behaviour you want for the love interest, i will default to writing mean!dom!character or pervy!dom!character cuz that’s i like lol.

☆ more under the cut. ☆

Ever since starting classes at NCR Wonderland, you felt off about begin your academic journey as a college Freshman. Sure you were the right age for it, but wasn’t it a bit to much of an ask to start with college courses, especially with most of the mediums being different from your world? But at last you had no choice but sucking it up, working harder than any other student in your year to keep up. Though you did enjoy some of the classes, just because they had familiar concept. Magic analysis was like any other analysis class you had taken before the topic was just different, you also had music which was the same as back home, and of course there was Potionology…

That class was your beacon of hope each week. You genuinely enjoyed it, not only because it resembled chemistry, making the 'laboratory process' easier to grasp, but it was also the only class where you could actually use magic! The mixtures you created could do things you could only dream of in your world. Moreover, making such complex and potent elixirs made you feel useful. You felt competent with this world's materials because of it, even if Crowley didn't find a way for you to return home, you possibly could get around. Of course, there was another tiny reason why you loved the class so much, actually it was a pretty significant one. Even in your own thoughts, you couldn't deny that you were practically drooling at your professor each time you entered his classroom.

But how could you resist? That man was incredibly hot, smoking even. And his voice, god! It was undeniably sexy. Plus, the way he addressed you was so appealing: Generally, he would call you a 'pup', 'good girl' or 'good dog' when you did something right or answered a question correctly. He'd say 'bad dog' or 'bad girl' if you made a mistake.

He would also refer to himself as your trainer, at some point asking of you and Grim to address him as "O Great Crewel" or "Master/Master Crewel" instead of "Professor Crewel", as a form of discipline.

And fuck was that hot, honestly that was the primary reason you worked so diligently in his class. Hearing his praise and being able to call him "Master" only served to fuel your fantasies.

You wondered how he could discipline you in a more 'physical' way. Would he use his pointer or his hands on your thighs and ass when spanking you? Would he continue to use the usual nicknames, or would he resort to degrading names like 'slut', 'whore', ‘needy bitch in heady’ or perhaps 'greedy pup'? The curiosity from it was driving you mad, to the point where you even considered pulling your panties to the side and touch yourself at the sound of his voice, as taught class unbeknownst to it all.

Naturally, you wouldn't actually do it. After all, even if your noises didn't give you away, the smell certainly would. (You were certain the beastman in your class would detect something like that.) However, there was a certain allure in to the scenario.

Perhaps a classmate would inform your professor, leading to a public reprimand. You picture your professor criticizing your behavior while you stand in an embarrassing position for all to see. Your skirt would lifted and he would be abusing your behind, probably edge you during the spend of the whole lesson. Then right before the bell rang, he would touch your sweet spot one last time, and right around his fingers you would squir-

Oh, right, the bell. Class had just ended. You snapped back to reality and turn to your friends. From their expressions, it's clear they've been trying to get your attention for a while.

Hastily gathering your things, stuff them into your backpack, and follow your friends out of the classroom. Unbeknownst to you, the potionology textbook you need for tonight's homework is left behind on your desk.

You soon reach the hallway where you and your friends usually sat at a break. It's lunchtime, and as per your routine, you start your daily rant about your professor to Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, and Sebek. Grim is also there, but as always, he is so focused on his food that he isn't paying attention.

Meanwhile, Divus was getting ready to head to the teachers' lounge to enjoy his lunch when he noticed the Potionology textbook on your desk.

Even if he didn't know where you sat during class time, he could tell that it belonged to you by the fact that it had small pawprint stickers surrounding your name on the book’s bridge. The memory of you telling him that customizing the book that way was the best resurfaced. After all you were a "good pup, so why not add the paw prints to match the statement.”, you had told him when he inquired about the decorations.

That comment made him chuckle, which brought a bright grin to your face. While it's true that he would refer to his students by such names, at no point in his career did a student use the term to address themselves. To be honest, he finds it cute that you adore the name that most of your peers detested. You simply smile and giggle anytime he uses it to compliment you, and you pout like a real puppy when he corrects you. ‘Truly adorable.’

He actually liked you. Regardless of how your entourage behaved, you were an excellent student who did not cause any problems. You paid attention in class and worked really hard to achieve the highest grades not only in his class but in others, but it appeared to him that you were more interested in the course that he taught compared to the rest. In non-magical courses, you received an average of 70-80, and your sciences marks were in the 90s, slightly higher grades.

Divus also liked how, despite the restricted male uniform, you had altered the uniform to be more fashionable with the consent of the headmaster. Instead of the dull pants that came with it, you wore a skirt that was little longer than mid-thigh but did not reach the knee. It was elegantly embroidered with a swirly thorn pattern, and you wore stockings to match it. A work of art in the man's eyes, which made you even more favourable to him; he adored when someone had a true sense of fashion.

Despite your puppy-like demeanour when he spoke to you, there was a gleam in your eyes, a lustful one at that. You looked at him as if you wanted him to bend you over your desk that very instant, practically eye fucking him throughout the lecture. You may not realize that he noticed, but as a desirable man, he was highly aware of such things. He observed as you unconsciously rub your thighs together, while he chewed you up for a small error; he 'was expecting better from such a bright girl like yourself, this was extremely disappointing'.

Even though he kept it to himself, attempting to maintain professionalism, him still being your teacher and all. Maybe you weren't as horny as he believed, just slightly flustered by the charming way he addressed you, especially coming from a handsome man like himself. However, no matter how sweet you were, you couldn't fulfill his desires. He craved someone he could dominate and control, someone who to basically bully into submission. You were far too innocent and gentle for that. He assumed that if you did have any sexual thoughts about him, your fantasies would be quite vanilla in nature.

‘And oh, boy, was he wrong!’ That was his thoughts when he overheard the conversation between you and your friends, having finally reach the hallway you usually frequented, your potionology textbook book in hand.

A bit earlier,

You and your friends had started eating and you were babbling;

“Okay, lisent, like hear me out-“ you begin,

“I am not hearing, YOU out. You’ve already said enough.” Sebek quickly retorts.

“Valid point, but, but think about it. Hot mean teacher disciplines you with a spanking while degrading you.” You suggest,

“NO!” Sebek tells you horrified.

"Come on, Sebek, don't be so ip tight. I may not be into that kinda of stuff, but Y/N has a point. I don't get the appeal, but Professor Crewel does fit her type.” Ace tells the distress crocodile.

“But he's a teacher, OUR teacher. I don't understand how people can have crushes on their teachers, but openly lusting for them should be prohibited! Also, not discussed like any other normal subject!” Sebek tells the card soldier.

“I agree with Sebek, you should keep such intimate thoughts to yourself.” Jack adds on,

“Ya say that but chur tail be waggin' like an exited puppy. It’s obvious ya like hearin' bout the naughty stuff from missy over there!” Epel comments.

“That’s not-“ Jack begins, but cuts himself off, like Epel said his tail was wagging crazy so he couldn’t deny anything. So “whatever!” was all he said, followed by a huff and a frustrated growl.

"Look, I'm not saying people should go out of their way to fuck their teachers; it's just that the man who potentially would fulfills all of my desires and fantasies happens to be my teacher. And, honestly, he must be aware that his nicknames and actions would turn some students.” You say to the group,

“What? How’s that?” Deuce questions.

“Come on, it's not like you can't go to NCR if you're into things like pet play or bdsm. He must have known that each year would have some students who fit that description. Don't tell me you thought he was completely clueless towards that?” You explain,

“Well when you put it like that, I guess Professor Crewel probably knows about it.” Deuce sorta agrees.

“He’s probably just ignoring it, pushing it to the back of his mind and pretending that it’s not real.” Ace comments,

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking too. But at the end of day, the fact that he’s aware doesn’t change much, I still won’t get him to bend me over his desk” you say with a dramatic sigh, making both Epel and Ace laugh.

“Honestly even if there was some stellar chance that he could be into me, he’s probably in a relationship already. If he isn't married, he is most likely casually dating someone.” You add on.

“Yeah, too bad for ya!” Epel says with a snicker.

Unknown to you and your friend group, the same professor you were discussing was right around the corner, listening in on you thirsting over him.

And truthfully this was a shock to him. Sure he might have found you attractive, but also he had convinced himself that you couldn’t fulfill his desires. Now turns out both of your fantasies aligned, and he was going to make good use of that knowledge.

Now heading towards your group the clacking sounds of Divus’s heels made all of you turn around. Some of their expression where terror, some confusion but Ace and Epel looked like they were holding in a laugh.

Clearing his voice, “Miss.L/n, just the person I was looking for. You had forgotten your potionology textbook in my class, so I went looking for youu in to hand it back, you wouldn’t want to miss tonight’s homework, now would you?” He told, as passed you the book.

“Oh, um, thanks professor Crewel!” You exclaimed a bit distraught, ‘did he hear what I’ve been saying or what?’

“Try again. You know that’s not the appropriate way to address me, now is it.” He states making you rethink your words,

“Right, sorry, Master Crewel...” You spoke out.

“That’s much better. Now come along pup.” He said as he turn around and started walking,

“What- why?” you ask confused. And he turns his head to gaze at you.

“Well isn’t it obvious, you and I got much to discuss. Do not question me anymore today, or any day for that matter. Stand up and follow me right now, otherwise you will suffer greater repercussions than I originally planned to make you endure.”

“Oh, okay.” You squeak out and grab your belongs, now trailing right behind your dear professor Crewel, ‘oh, right, O Great Crewel.’

You returned to your classroom, Divus locked the doors behind you. He had been sitting at his laptop for the past 10 minutes. You were sitting on a chair, on the opposite side of your desk.

"I have magi-mailed your other professors, they have cleared your itinerary for the afternoon. Lucky for us, today was the one I had spares in the afternoon as well." He informs you.

"But if this talk was going to take a while, I could have just come back after class," you say.

"No, I must have a chat with you right this instant.” Divus replies.

You only nod, turning to gaze out of the window to ease your nerves. Of course he noticed, so he turned his lamp desk on, it was bright, then magically closed all the blinds. He moved from his seat to your side of the desk, resting on it as he looked down at you.

“Now, let’s start this talk. Do you know why I brought you here?” He inquires.

“I’m sorry sir I don’t know.” Honestly you weren’t sure maybe he overheard you or maybe this was about something else.

“Not don’t play coy pup.” He told you sternly,

“Perhaps my grades sir…” you croak out, barely above a whisper.

“I guess you decide to persevere in your bad dog act, stand up.” He tells you, sounding exasperated.

“Wh-What?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself mutt!”

Without a word you did as you were, the suddenly felt a had push on your back, not protesting anymore you just expect your fate as you were now folded upon the wooden desk.

“Looks like your not completely hopeless, but that one time show of obedience won’t exempt you from your punishment.” He said, you felt a somewhat thin metallic object glide up your right leg, you guessed it was his pointer. “Spread” was all you heard before the words were followed by a swift whip of the pointer.

You were dazed by the feeling, not completely registering the given order. This seem to irritate Divus, as another strike came down, but this time you react right on impact, now having your legs nicely spread out. ‘Your head was slightly dizzy, was this going the way you thought it was?’

But before you could linger on that thought, you felt Divus's hands remove your panties from your hips, letting them drop to your ankles. Your ass and cunt were now exposed to him. You heard a little shuffling, then his soft breath was in your ear. "Listen, since I'm not going to say it twice. I overheard you being a little slut, talking to your friends about how much you want me to hurt you. So that's exactly what I'm going to do, I'm going to discipline you to never forget how to address me, to never talk so lewdly in front of another man, and to make you incapable of living a functional life without me in it. Now, if you understand, say, ‘Yes, sir.’”

“Yes!..sir—!”

"Good. Now I'm going to spank you, and you must count after each hit and thank me for it, you may only address me as Sir or Master, if anything other than what I've instructed comes out of your mouth or you mess up the count, we'll start over and add 10 more strikes for you to go over. Also, you aren’t to touch me unless instructed otherwise.”

By the time he reached strike 29, your bottom was a of deeper color than your regular skin tone, covered in marks and bruises. Your thighs were quivering from the constant impact of his hand on your sensitive areas. "Twenty-eight... Thank you, sir..." You panted heavily, biting down on your lower lip to suppress any further sounds of discomfort.

Crewel stopped suddenly, taking a moment to admire his work. He ran his fingers gently over your bruised ass cheeks, leaving trails of coolness where they brushed against your heated skin. "That’s wrong," he spoke out, a spank from his hand came down your ass this time. "You already said 28, this means we have to start over. But this time, we’re going up to 40."

You whimpered softly, your eyes widening in terror as you realized what this meant for your already sore ass. "N-No! Please, I apologize, sir! I'll count better!" Your pleas fell on deaf ears as Crewel resumed his merciless assault on your sensitive flesh. Each strike landed harder than before, leaving deep marks that would surely become bruises soon.

"One... Two... Three... Four..." Eventually, you reached number 40. The last blow sent waves of agony coursing through your entire body, and you let out a strangled cry. Tears trickled down your cheeks, streaming down your face as you struggled to catch your breath. "Thank you, sir..." You managed to choke out between heavy breaths.

After giving you a moment to recover, Crewel noticed the wetness between your legs and smirked cruelly. "You enjoyed that didn't you, filthy slut?" he growled, his voice lower than usual, almost seductive.

Grabbing hold of your waist and lifting you slightly before slapping your sensitive folds forcefully. The sudden contact caused a sharp gasp to escape your lips, followed by a moan of mixed pain and pleasure.

"What did you just say, mutt?" he demanded, his voice dripping with malice. "No, don't answer," he continued before continuing his barrage on your sensitive areas, alternating between your lips and clit, ensuring that you wouldn't forget this lesson anytime soon.

After several minutes of relentless punishment, he finally stop the smacking of your privates. Following it by cupping your dripping folds in his hand, rubbing them roughly, spreading your juices over your sensitive flesh.

Than bringing his fingers in view for you to see, sticky liquids all over them."You see how much you enjoy this, don't you?" he growled, his voice low and menacing.

Your body had shook after every blow, your moans had turned into sobs as you struggled to maintain composure. Through tears and gasps for air, you managed to choke out between breaths, "Y-Yes, sir... I love it!" your tone was desperate, pleading for more even though your body ached in pain. You couldn't deny the intense pleasure mixed with the agony.

“That’s it," he praised, his voice dripping with false approval. Reaching between your spread legs once more, he inserted one finger into your tight entrance, stretching you further than you could with your own. Despite the pain, a soft moan escaped your lips involuntarily.

"Now, beg me to cum, you needy bitch in heat," he commanded gruffly, his tone harsh yet somehow erotic. Your mind was a mess of conflicting emotions; part of you begged for release, while another part of you wanted to defy him and deny him what he sought.

You forced yourself to focus on the burning sensation of his finger probing deeper into your sensitive core, trying hard not to move or squirm too Your your body ached everywhere from the brutal punishment you had endured thus far. "P-Please... sir... I need you to..." your voice trailed off as he thrust another finger inside you, stretching your even further.

"More, please!" you managed to croak out between gasps for air. Your hips involuntarily bucked against him, seeking more contact, more stimulation. Despite the pain, the combination of humiliation and arousal was becoming too much for you to handle.

Crewel chuckled darkly, enjoying the sight of you squirming and begging for more. Slowly, he began to move his fingers in and out of your tight entrance, teasing your sensitive spots with precise strokes. "Good," he praised again, his voice laced with malice. "Now, beg me for your orgasm properly."

Ultimately, survival instinct kicked in, and you forced out a broken plea, "Please, sir... I need to cum... Please..." your voice cracked on the last word, betraying both your desperation and submission.

His pace picked up slightly, thrusting faster and harder into your tight passageway. Your moans turned into high-pitched cries of pleasure as you neared the edge of ecstasy. Just when you thought you couldn't take any more, he stopped abruptly, leaving you hanging on the brink of orgasm.

"Not yet, don’t tell me you thought you would get what you want that easily, did you?" he growled, his voice cold and commanding. "You haven't earned it yet." With a final taunt, he pulled out both fingers, leaving your dripping. "Clean yourself up, mutt," he ordered harshly, before turning away from your exposed body.

You were a mess, your body trembling in pre-orgasmic bliss and frustration. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you begged him through sobs, "P-Please, sir... I'll do anything... Just let me cum!"

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Divus turned back to you, grabbing you by your hair and making you drop to your knees in front of him. Reaching down, he unfastened his pants and slid them down, revealing his massive cock, hard and throbbing with desire through his boxer. It flapped against his stomach as pulled his garment down, it was veined and pulsing with need. "Much better," he said coldly. "Now, show me how much you want it."

Swallowing thickly, you raised your head and tentatively wrapped your lips around the tip of his member, taking as much of it into your mouth as you could without gagging. Your tongue flicked out, tracing the head of his cock, seeking more sensation. You began to suck greedily, your throat stretching around his thickness.

Divus groaned, his hands grasping your hair tightly as he began to thrust his hips forward, forcing more of his cock into your willing mouth. Your gagging and choking sounds only fueled his desire further. "That's a good mutt," he praised between heavy breaths. "You take my cock so well, you filthy dog."

You struggled to breathe as he continued his brutal assault on your throat, your eyes watering from the burn in your nose and throat. Despite the pain, you relish the feeling of being completely owned by him, your body becoming nothing more than a vessel for his pleasure. You moaned around his cock, hardly able to form coherent words between the constant thrusts.

As he continued to pound into your throat, your body shook with each powerful thrust. your hands reached up, grasping at his thighs for support as you struggled to keep him in your mouth. The combination of pain and pleasure was overwhelming, causing your mind to spiral into a hazy fog of desire.

Eventually, Divus slowed down, pulling out just enough for you to catch a brief moment of air before plunging back in deeper than before. "Are you ready for your reward, whore?" he growled, his voice low and menacing yet laced with promise.

Without waiting for a response, he unloaded his seed into your waiting mouth, filling it to the brim with hot, sticky semen. You gagged violently, struggling to swallow every drop, your eyes watering from the intensity of the sensation.

He held your head in place until his orgasm subsided, then pulled out, leaving your filled with his essence.

Your vision spun as you coughed and gagged, your body still trembling from the intense asphyxiation. Slowly, you felt your body being raised, finding yourself laying on Divus's desk, your legs folded and spread wide open, exposing your wet and swollen folds to his hungry mouth. Before you good connect 1 and 2 together, he was already between your legs, his tongue darting out to trace along your dripping entrance.

"Oh sevens..." you whimpered, arching your hips upwards, begging for more contact. Pulling away slightly, he teased your sensitive flesh with light touches before finally plunging his tongue deep inside your core, sucking and lapping at your juices voraciously. His fingers found your clit, pinching and rubbing it harshly, eliciting another moan of pleasure mixed with pain.

Your body trembled on the verge of orgasm once more, as he continued to torture your sensitive spots. Your nails scratched at the desk to avoid grabbing his head, you were sure you would get reprimanded for it, the wood was left with white lines shaky lines on it. "P-Please, sir... I need you to—!" you managed to choke out between gasps for air before you was cut off by a powerful moan.

Divus pulled away from your dripping folds, his face covered in your juices. "Mhm is that so," he growled, his voice dark and menacing. "Sadly for you, I don’t feel like letting you climax quite yet, you greedy pup." He teased.

Your body shook with frustration and need, your entire being aching for release. "P-Please... sir..." you begged pathetically, your voice barely more than a whimper. Hips bucking upwards, seeking more contact, more stimulation.

For what felt like a millennium, he continued to tease your sensitive spots, pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy only to pull away just when you thought you could bear no more. Sweat trickled down your back, staining the cool surface of his desk beneath you.

Finally, feeling that it was enough, Divus thrust two fingers back inside your dripping entrance, simultaneously rubbing your swollen clit with his thumb. “Now cum.”

The combination of sensations was too much for you to handle, and you cried out in pure bliss as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over your. Your pussy contracted tightly around his fingers, cumming so hard to be able to see stars.

Smiling down at you, he gave your cunt a small peck. Crewel smirked cruelly yet something sweet behind his eyes. "Seems like you’re beginning to learn your place well, pup," he said before moving closer again, his lips brushing against yours roughly. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, claiming ownership over your mouth once more, as well as your mind. He tongues wrestled violently, your saliva mixing together in a sickening dance, tasting each other on the other’s tongue.

After breaking the kiss, he stood up straight, looking down at you battered form with satisfaction. "Now, go home and get yourself cleaned up. We're finished for today." With that command, he help her up and walk her out of the school building, trying to avoid anything prying eyes. At her professor was kind enough to accompany her out, but she was on her when it came to walking home.

“See you on Saturday in my classroom, Miss. Y/n” was all he said as he turned and left for school once more. Leaving you alone to recover from the brutal punishment she had endured.

You only replied by a weak “See you sir”, but only when arrive at your door front did it click ‘Wait we don’t have class on the weekends, does that mean—‘

Thanks anon for requesting!

©tswhiisfttedr. dn translate, or plagiarize.

Tip Me (Ko-Fi) & And support my art account @maviscarlettie

You can now commission me!

Reblogs help!!! (Request Are Open)

[oepionie]

—"GOTTA ESCAPE THE VOID." overblot mc!

SYNOPSIS: The Ramshackle prefect has a reputation for frequently encountering fatal magical mishaps. And when a magical accident involving Crowley almost kills them, Crewel resolves to take matters into his own hands. But it appears that his impulsive decisions cause the prefect to reach their limit and go off the rails.

⊹ [ cw ] — heavy warnings, please read before you proceed. arguments with father, self-depricating thoughts, mentions of blood, protective parent, thoughts of offing self (only once), overblot mc!, miscommunication w friends, crying, physical fights ◞

⊹ [ tags ] — angst! gender neutral reader, crewel really embodies the 'cruel' in 'cruella', ace gets mad at you :(, deuce tries to comfort you through it all, crowley feels guilt (wow), crewel is vry vry angry and punches crowley, crewel has a mother gothel moment<3◞

⊹ [ w.c ] — 2.5k+◞ | 🦇masterlist◞

YOUR VISION WAS NOTHING, but a myriad of colorful blurs and shapes. Muffled voices spoke to you, but everything was practically just incomprehensible, panicked babbling. The heavy pressure of metal was pressed up against your windpipe, restraining your breath as it wound tighter and tighter. Though, a few seconds later, it vanished as if it had never existed, bursting into bright magical sparks.

The gush and pool of blood surrounds your dirtied, tangled mess of hair, a dark scarlet seeping into the knotted strands. Kneeling before your body, Crowley felt his heart skid to a stop. The sight of your fatigued form writhing around the ground tore at his chest, claws of guilt digging in deep and dragging across thick tissue.

"Prefect…Can you hear me?" The crow murmurs, clawed hands pressing against the side of your pounding head as he guides it to rest atop his lap. Vibrant blooms of red stain the dark fabric of his pants, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

"Dad…it hurts s'much." You slur in hushed tones, your eyes wringing shut from the pain. That was enough for Crowley to put his arms around you.

He shielded your body with his torso, hands clawing at your back as he wracks his mind of what to do next. Hastily turning round, he shifts his gaze to the surrounding students, all of them looking equally mortified.

"What are you standing around there for?! Call the nurse!"

"Y-Yes, sir!"

Drip. Drip

The pungent smell of alcohol and medication fill your senses as you groggily blink awake.

The familiar creaky wood of Ramshackle's ceiling greets you as you pull yourself from dreamland. Looking over both sides of your bed, you smile once you see both Deuce and Ace seated on a nearby couch. Both of them were quick to jump up and approach you, fussing over your bedridden form.

"Thank Sevens." Deuce murmurs, tenderly combing your damp hair back. You roll your head to the side to face him, but wince at the sudden throb of pain in your spine. Ace darts over and hushes you, gently repositioning your head to face front once more, making sure your neck was supported by a pillow. "Hey…It'd be great if you don't move so much…"

“Right. Makes sense. 'Nways…how bad was my injury?” You mutter, your recollections of the past event still foggy. All you could remember was that Crowley had fired a spell, and you somehow got into the crossfire.

“Fucking horrible.” Ace scoffs, looking at you sternly.

"Yeah, take it easy for a bit. The injury was…pretty serious. It was a miracle that the spell missed your head by a thread…" Deuce murmurs as he presses a gentle hand on your bandaged forehead.

Strands of blueberry hair fall loosely at the sides of his face as he stares down at you with worry. "You were out for three days."

"Ah…well—you know, me and my dumb non-magical ass. Always getting into trouble," you giggle, a cheery grin stretching over your cracked lips. Though it rapidly drops when you realize your two friends aren't laughing with you.

Ace shifts his gaze to the floor, hands clasped into a fist. "You're not dumb, prefect…"

"Well—I kinda am," You snort, tugging the blanket closer to your chilly form. "I really have to stop being around the old man's magic shows."

Unconvinced, Ace only shakes his head and scoffs at your jokes. The ginger reclines back into his chair, hands vigorously tugging and pulling at his hair. "You aren't. The real issue here is that deadbeat crow. I mean...hasn't he learnt anythin' from last time? What kind of idiot treats his child—"

"It wasn't his fault, Ace." Pushing yourself off the bed, you immediately interrupt him, voice stern as you rush to defend Crowley. "He didn't mean it. I got in the path of his magic. And—I'm pretty sure he's already beating himself up over this."

Sinking back into the bed, you clasp both your hands together. "It wasn't his fault. Sure, he's reckless and all but…but he's still my dad."

Silence washes over your room.

Ace was visibly frustrated, the blunt tips of his nails dug deep into his skin, nearly piercing past skin. With a final scoff, he stands from his chair and quietly excuses himself from the room.

The door slams shut with a blaring bang as both you and Deuce were left alone.

Sighing, the freshman takes your trembling hand in his, clasping it tight as his body temperature warms the cool skin. He draws your right arm up to press your palm against his cheek, eyes looking deep into yours.

"Professor Crewel is pissed," Deuce whispers as you trace gentle circles on his skin. A pair of shaky cyan eyes meets your concerned ones. "He was planning to—"

Deuce's mouth parted open and close and yet he couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence. You cast a questioning glance his way, but Deuce shakes his head, disregarding your questions.

"…nothing."

Surprise washes over you as you stare down at Deuce's hunched over form. It…wasn't like your friends to be so dismissive.

You, Ace, and Deuce had always been good friends. Sure you had your differences but you always communicated openly with one another. Nobody has ever been this...secretive.

Just…what was happening?

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

The sickening crack of a bone echoes through the faculty room as the rough knuckle of Crewel's fist connects with Crowley's face. The headmaster reels, mask flying off as his hands fly to his bloodied nose.

Everyone in the vicinity quieted as the only noise heard was the potionology professor's labored breathing.

Then, without hesitation, Crewel surges forward. Loud commotion and screaming could be heard in the meeting room as everyone quickly circles around the two. A couple of hands seize Crewel by the arms, but the professor only grows more agitated, attempting to fight past the herd.

"Let me go!" Crewel roars, tugging his arm free as he attempts to swing a fist at the headmaster. "Dire! This is your fucking fault!"

"Divus! Calm yourself!" Trein scolds, arms locked tight around the man's torso. A few more pairs of hands restrain the professor as he is forcibly pushed down onto a couch.

His face was the epitome of unrepressed rage: With his cheeks drawn back in a deep sneer, eyes bloodshot red, and hair a knotted mess.

Trein stands before the younger man, looking down at him with disgust. "Have you no shame? What will the prefect think once they hear of this?"

Across the room, Crowley spits out a little blood, blinking fresh tears out of his eyes. For the last three days, the crow has been suppressing all of its emotions; however, all of a sudden, he is overcome with an unfettered and unhindered flood of shame and rage.

When the headmaster finally turned around, he fixed Crewel with an expression so scathing that the potionology professor felt compelled to charge at him again.

Once, coldly, sharply, and bitterly, Crowley laughed. "It's my fault, you say? You think I don't know that?"

"Oh please—Dire. I couldn't care less about what you think." Crewel seethes, venom practically dripping from his lips. The alchemy professor strides forward, heels clicking against the floor as he grabs Crowley by the collar.

"You're a failure of a father. All you've ever brought their way is danger." The professor cackles kicking the crow's skin.

Digging deep into his red handbag, Crewel snatches out papers and jams it into Crowley's chest. The crow unravels the creased pages to read the text on the document, eyes ripping wide open as he realizes what it was.

"You…can't possibly." The headmaster sputters, hands shaking as he reads the texts again and again.

"Oh, but I can." Crewel sneers, taking pleasure in the look of fear Crowley sends his way. He snaps around, coat billowing up behind him as he briskly walks towards the entryway. "I expect those papers to be signed by tonight."

Before walking out of the room, Crewel spares the headmaster one final glance. "The prefect departs this Monday."

Days after the event were all followed by violent storms that appeared to go on forever. Every night and day, the rain endlessly poured down from the bitter grey skies and roars of thunder echoed through the dewy clouds. Some days, it was nearly impossible to go to school.

It was almost as though Mother Nature herself was upset.

Just like how everyone was.

Crowley and your other friends shunned you like you had the plague. Even bright Kalim greeted you with a deep frown, a flimsy excuse slipping off his lips as he ran away. Only Deuce stayed by your side through it all.

The blueberry had told you everything was alright—that everything was normal and fine— but you couldn't help but be skeptical.

So when Crewel came to visit, you welcomed him right in. Eager to hear what he has to say.

The clatter and click of your father's heeled boots echoed through the walls of the dormitory as he examined the premises, comparing it to his own much more lavish flat back home in the city.

Finally, after an excruciating 5 minutes. his gaze flitted over to your bedridden form.

And the words he utters out next shatter your entire being.

"I'm withdrawing you from NRC."

What.

The glass clasped in your bandaged hands slips from your grip, smashing onto the oak wood of Ramshackle's flooring. You raise your mortified gaze to scowl at your professor, jaw dropped open in shock.

"What?" you breathlessly utter. "What do you mean?!"

"I'm transferring you to another school." Crewel replies, pushing himself off the fireplace and slipping his thick fur coat off his shoulders. The scant light emitted by the candles atop your study table did nothing to help you navigate his form as he strode around your bedroom.

"Now. You might be asking why? For one, look at the…accommodations Dire provided you with."

Crewel kicks a piece of splintered bark aside while making a gesture towards the disorder and wreckage all around you.

In the evenings, you had to use candles because the ceiling lights seldom ever functioned. The flooring had so many tears and holes that they were virtually falling apart. On occasion, you could even see the scuffle of rats beneath. The roof leaked, horribly; You had no money to fix it so you placed a bucket below instead. The front door was broken, barely hanging on its hinges, evidence of all the times your friends visited and never bothered to knock.

All of these problems and so many more were present, but this dorm was with you since the very start. It provided you with a roof over your head…it helped you survive.

"So what?" You retort, leaning back into your bed and sinking deep into the scratchy yet familiar pillows. "I don't mind it!"

"A foolish decision." Crewel sneers, running a hand into his hair. "Your accommodations aren't the only problem. Your self-destructive habits endanger you as well!"

There it was.

Groaning, you wring your hands through your hair, tangling it up. "When are you gonna stop saying that I'm self-destructive!?"

"When you start acting like somebody that actually cares about their life!" Crewel barks out, hands grasping your shoulders. The sudden increase in volume makes you recoil, but you were stubborn and refused to give in just yet.

"But I do care about my life!" You sputter out. "Why can't you just—"

"Remember what happened when Rosehearts overblotted?" He reminds you, "You charged towards a bloodthirsty tyrant with no protection, no magic, and no plan." Crewel then crosses his arms over his chest, addressing you with a pointed glare. "And you have the nerve to tell me you're not self destructive?"

"Riddle is not a tyrant!" Crying out, you slam your hand against your bedsheets, face twisting into an unsightly sneer. "I was trying to save my friend!"

Crewel gets right in your face, returning the expression of anger you sent his way. "Those friends of yours only care about you when you're useful!" he thundered, jabbing a finger into your chest.

That comment immediately silenced you.

Your hand was clasped over your mouth, jaw dropped wide open in disbelief as a sharp gasp escapes your dry throat.

A poisonous and dangerously harmful feeling gripped at whatever remnant the professor had of a heart. It colored his thoughts with regret as he began to feel a twinge of guilt, the weight of words sinking in.

There was a deep sigh of resignation from Crewel before he put a hand on your shoulder and looked you deep in the eyes, voice lowering to a softer lilt. "Why is it that every other person in that dorm had the sense to run away from the blots, but you didn't?"

Kneeling down, your father gazed at you with such vulnerability in his eyes as he murmurs, "Do you know how terrified I was every time I'd get the same message from Dire that you were out fighting overblots again? Putting your life at risk for those rabid dogs?"

The recognition of your destructive habits hit you like a splash of ice cold water. With a guilty and uncomfortable grimace on your face, you averted your attention to the floor. "I just wanted to help."

Slowly rising to his feet again, Crewel casts a deep frown your way. "I know you do, but you're careless with your life and if you're not careful…one of these days, you're gonna die."

"I will not hear anymore disagreements about this, do you hear? I've allowed you to run rampant around these past few months. You will so as I say and I'll have you transferred by the end of this week." He says simply, dropping a pristine sheet of paper clasped in a clipboard before you. Your dull eyes flicker across the title as you grudgingly reach for the pen he offers you.

TRANSFER APPLICATION.

That blank line at the end of the page is swiftly covered by your shaky red signature and Crewel is powerless to stop the relieved sigh that heaves past his lips.

A surge of victory, certainty, and an intense sense of relief overpowers the tangled and conflicting sentiments of guilt that were swimming through his chest.

You were safe, that's all that matters.

With a grieving heart, you nudge the pen and page back to your father dismissively, placing them both atop the bed. Crewel re-rolled the page and tucked it back into his handbag along with the pen.

The professor raises a hand to gently pat your shoulders as he bends down, pressing a kiss atop your head. "Father knows best."

As Crewel quietly takes his leave, he is none the wiser to the formation of impure, tainted tar-like blot dripping from your tears. Curling in yourself, you tuck your head into your knees, a broken sob spilling from your lips.

A sick and twisted feeling arises in your heart as you replay the argument you had with Crewel, and you start to wish that maybe, just maybe, Crowley's spell had succeeded in striking you.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

"Oi…Henchhuman?"

Drip.

—TAGLIST:

꒰ ♡🧷: if you want to be tagged for ALL of my works, comment here!

@keedas @spadecentral @crypticbibliophile @pastellepastary @cassidycampfire @cocomollo @poisonioushearts @kawaiipotatoghost@ramvuda @sweeneyblue1 @the-lost-anime-dad @kyraxiyn @mayaaaeo @fluffimemes @awkwardspontaneity @gussuri @lunavixia @heatofmyexoheart @pianopuppygirl @cross-crye @cerisescherries @teenage-discomfort @cecilebutcher @savanaclaw1996 @msykaroly @a-bit-late @imdevotedtoyou @syl-lithy @solomonslostsock @noidonothavetimeforthis @driftaway27 @supernovaicloud @yevenle @senpaiofotomeome

[kaisers-house-of-desires]

How about some tasty teacher/student sexy times with Divus Crewel (TWST)? Headcanons or writing drabble idc I just need that man FERALLY

Oh ho you're in for a treat, my friend~ We have similar tastes, and I've already got this little drabble in mind that I've toyed around with~

This can be read as either male reader or gender neutral reader as the drabble never specifies the reader.

Title: Private Lessons

Characters: Divus Crewel x m!reader/gn!reader

Contains: Pet play, collar, leash, oral/throat fucking

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI

Reblogs > likes

Sitting at the desk, Divus sighed as he scribbled away at the papers before him, brow twitching at some of the answers the students.

"Honestly, how idiotic can these whelps be...?"

Running his hand through his hair, he took a deep breath, thinking carefully. He reached into his lap, tugging gently on a leather strap that rested over him. A gentle jingle sounded into the air before it was replaced with a deep hum from the teacher. A tint of red adorned his face, standing out from the blacks and whites of his appearance.

"Mm...~ Let's see now...Last paper. Ah...(y/n)'s paper...Hm..."

Unlike the other papers, he took his time with this one, audibly noting which answers were wrong.

"Number three...number six...the entirety of number seven..." He sighed. "I guess we need to do another personal lesson..."

Without looking, his free hand slid under the desk, pressing the back of your head further along his shaft til his tip touched the back of your throat. All of your "personal lessons" from him had paid of in this aspect at least, allowing you to take him as deep into your throat as possible, though you'd still gag slightly when you weren't expecting it, like now for example. You just wished it helped out acedemically, but secretly, you weren't complaining.

You looked up at him with watery eyes, your hands placed firmly on the ground to keep yourself steady. You were so well trained to know where your hands reside when they weren't tied behind you, and the sight of you so obedient only made Divus throb in your mouth.

"Such a good dog~ I'd give you a reward for work here, but I'm afraid you have too many incorrect answers on your paper. Oh well..." He rubbed the back of your head, fingers running through your hair as he placed his pen down. You felt his energy shift when the now free hand joined the one in your hair, and your feelings were confirmed when a devious smirk grew on his face.

You didn't need him to say anything to know your punishment was imminent. The grip on your head was met with his hips thrusting at the same time, a pleasured breath leaving the teacher as the sound mixed with your struggled gulping.

"Th-There we go~ Hah...~ If there's...one good thing you're good at...i-it's having a d-delicious mouth to fill up~"

If any previous sessions taught you anything, it's that you'd get no reprieve until your lesson was learned.

[seishinnookami]

chapter one; Yuu’s sibling!?

Twisted wonderland x Obey me

Yuu’s pronouns; They/ them for now

not on a canon time line

perspective: second “as they turned around.”

It was a warm day, the sun shining through the classroom windows, the teacher’s beloved voice calling out;

”Now, remember to only put one of these into your pot, unkess you want to end up covered in dust from head to toe!”

He warned, dropping the some sort of plant like ingredient into the potion, which glowed int a soft hue, barely visible in the light of the warm sun. Then the colour shifted into a mint green colour.

Yuu stood beside Deuce, nervously following after the instructions. They gently dropped it inside as professor Crewel showed. They let out a sigh when the colour changed into that pretty green. The tense atmosphere of danger Yuu has surround themselves with suddenly broke when the door of the classroom was bursted open.

“It is I~!”

The voice of the headmaster called out, smirking proudly as Crewel send him an unamused glance.

“Don’t worry, I’m only here for the Prefect!”

He trotted over to them, grabbing them by the wrist. 

“Because I am oh so gracious you have been excused this day to help me!” 

The headmaster said, dramatically as always. He turned around and pulled Yuu with himself, but as he did so, the rest of the ingredient fell from his hands, making them pale as they watched two more fall into the pot. 

“The potion-“ 

They tried to warn Deuce, only to Crowley to cut them off again. 

“Haha! Don’t worry about your potion!” 

He rushed them down the hallway, the sound of something blowing up could be heard, making Yuu more willing to follow the man than before. 

“So.. why do you need me exactly, headmaster?” 

They asked in an unsure manner, mostly because whenever Crowley needed them, they most certainly got into danger or almost killed. 

“Someone came appeared on school grounds, they have no magic, just like you! The mirror said that they have no where to return to, just like you! What a coincidence!” 

He laughed nervously, clearing his throat. 

“But why I called you is because I can’t talk to them, they are rambling on about something, shouting at me if I get too close. Even after I so kindly brought them in!” 

He huffed, raising his nose high, clearly offended, but he silently prayed the human didn’t cause too much trouble while he was away. 

“I hoped that you could talk to them, since you were once in the same place.” 

He finally explained why he dragged Yuu out, just as they reached the mirror’s gorgeous hall. 

As the doors opened, Yuu had found themselves watching an another human pacing up and down and just as Crowley said; angrily mumbling to themselves. 

“No! I did not survive those troublesome demons to get dragged- kidnapped AGAIN?! Haha! No way! I’m not going to start a new school, leave all things behind again?! I’m not going through that, AGAIN!” 

They huffed, stopping as they started to feel dizzy. Mc sighed, out of breath, turned towards the stupid bird man who dragged them inside. 

Their eyes land on Yuu. 

“… Yuu?” 

They whispered, eyes wide while a small droplet of tear cascades down their cheeks. They seemed to recognise Tuu, whispering their name in disbelief. Their eyes swam with a lot of emotion inside, some of them unrecognisable.  

Mc’s could help but step closer to the two, cheeks drenched in salty tears.

“I’m sorry.. do i know you?” 

Their step falters, eyes wide as they fall onto their knees. 

“W-what?” 

They sound lost, breathless and confused.

“Yuu? This isn’t funny!” 

Yuu looks apologetic, the person before them looked familiar, but they did not remember them. No matter how hard they tried, there was no memory. They was hit by a sense of longing, missing this person. But there was no reason for them to feel like this. 

This person was a stranger, right?

“Yuu! It’s me, (om)y/n!”

They cried out, hoping this was all just a cruel joke.

“I-i am truly sorry, but I don’t know you.”

Yuu repeated, their voice sounding empty in the air against the cries of the stranger front of them.

they felt sorry for the stranger, how did they knew they name?

they was confused, the sunny day that they had woken up to no longer looking so sweet, seeing the broken person before them. Maybe they wasn’t the one they was looking for? They knew the feeling of stress of the unknown, being woken up in a coffin isn’t funny. They thought about it for a moment, maybe they did know them, but they don’t remember anything from the time before getting here…

the soft steps of Yuu’s shoe could be heard as it echoed through the hall. It danced with the echo of the stranger’s sobs, almost like a dark lullaby, trying to lull someone to eternal sleep.

“I may not know you…”

they whispered, kneeling down before the broken looking body of trembling sobs . Who looked up at them with- lashes sticking together from their tears. (-their skin sparkling with the salty, sad liquid) [< for those who don’t have hair]

“But.. could you tell me who you are? To me?”

“I’m your sibling..”

They answered softly, as their eyes met, Crowley silently made a comment to himself, their eyes were the same shade of colour. The stranger’s uniform was unknown to him, trying to locate any school that had similar uniform.

Yuu was surprised by their answer, their eyes wide in confusion. They did look.. familiar, almost identical.

“… I’m sorry for not remembering you…”

“Why?… Why don’t you remember?”

They questioned whether this was even real, finding their sibling, only for them to not remember.

“I don’t remember anything that happened before coming here..”

Yuu revealed, sighing as they was about to explain, Crowley’s loud voice cut throughout the soft, broken atmosphere that settled on the two siblings.

“You can all talk this out at Ramshackle!”

he decided, grabbing both, which earned him a slap on the hand from MC. Giving him a glare that said “touch me and i’ll bite off your hand.”

Crowley quickly backed off, not liking this more feral version of Yuu. He cleared his throat, putting a hand over his chest, the other onto his hip.

“Because i’m so kind, i’ll let you, an another magicless human stay here! Aren’t I just the best?”

He laughed, turning around and walking away while singing praises to himself.

“Yeah, the best at being the worse… He’s like a worse version of Mammon…”

Mc mumbles, making Yuu chuckle softly. “You’ll get used to it after a while. C’mon, i’ll being you to your dormitory.. if you can call it that.” “Oh dear…”

Yuu chuckled, standing up and offering a hand down to them. “Shall we?”

they looked at their hand, a soft smile edging onto their lips. “You haven’t changed a bit..”

they chuckle, putting their hand into Yuu’s palm.

“We shall.”

With that, the story of the two siblings have begin..

(This is a small part because this is more of a starter than anything. Never the less, i hope you enjoyed it, Reader!)

[askyuuandco]

Twst Incorrect Quotes 25!

Ace: I Cast! Deuce: I cast! Grim: No I cast! OB! Y/N: FUCK YOU! D:< OB! Y/N: I'M NOT GOING TO ANNOUNCE MY FUCKING SPELLS ANYMORE! >:( OB!Y/N: Y'ALL WILL FIND OUT WHAT THEY ARE WHEN I OBLITERATE THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!!! D:< Ace, Deuce, and Grim: AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! OAO'///

-------------------------------------------- My Yuu: And Now A completely normal trip to the grocery store ---not even a second later--- My Yuu: *surrounded by blot creatures* HOW THE FUCK DID WE GET HERE?! ;A; My Yuu: IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A NORMAL TRIP! My Yuu: WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN?! My Yuu: WE WERE JUST SUPPOSED TO GET BREAD! ;m; *crying* ------------------------------------- Kid! Y/N: *crying eyes out because tripped and scrapped knee* Crewel: Now repeat after me <:> Crewel: I'm big. UvU Toddler! Y/N: I'm big ;m; Crewel: I'm Brave. UvU Toddler! Y/N: I Brave ;m; Crewel: I'm Beautiful Toddler! Y/N: I'm booutifullll ;A;

Crewel: Yes Thank you now give me huggies *giving Y/N a hug* UvU Kids! Y/N: *Hugs back feeling a little bit better* -------------------------------- Sam: A room called the doll room with a room full of dolls in it is mundane. =-= Sam: But a room called a doll room that only has one doll in it...that's fresh /UvU/ Yuu: so explain to me why you shop has that one doll in that room Sam: of that's my voodoo doll Paul say hi Paul Paul: Hello :D Yuu: OMO'/// Hi... -------------------------------------------- Mom! Y/N: Give you Mom hug! >w<

Your Fan Kid: Oh Yeah.. okay. *side hugs* Mom! Y/N: I spent 37 hours squeezing you out of my body and this is what I get?... (ꐦ○_○）✧

Your Fan Kid: Oh I just didn't- OnO'/// Mom! Y/N: Give your mother a hug... (ꐦ○_○) Your Fan Kid: O-Okay O.O'/// *gives a full hug*

Mom! Y/N: ^v^ yay! *hugs back* Twst Boy of your choice: Oh dear =v= ------------------------------------------- Sebek: I fear no army Silver: ...then why are you holding my hand? Sebek: Nngnwa- Your holding my hand <.< Silver: No I'm not >n> Sebek: Yes you are! Silver & Sebek: Let go of my hand! Silver & Sebek: *arguing* Silver Owls: ...*sighs*....Open fire. =-= -------------------------------------- Crowley: The plan is kind of changing so were just gonna take you with us... =v= Yuu: Am I being kidnapped?

Crowley: No no no. <:0 Yuu: can I leave? :D Crowley: No <:) Yuu: o.o ...

[local-ground-apple]

how do vil and crewel and silver react to their s/o giving them spontaneous love bites

they leave no mark and only when nobody’s around

again it’s nice to see you come back, i look forward to bothering you ♡

you can bother me anytime🍏💚 andd you picked practically all my favs!

💜 At first, Vil wasn't thrilled.

💜 When you left a spontaneous love bite on him for the first time, Vil was extremely shocked. If it wasn't for his self-control, he would probably jump from surprise. He was opening his mouth to scold you and tell you to never, ever, do something similar, yet you were faster than him,

"Relax, no one's here, besides, I didn't leave any mark"

💜 You rolled your eyes, a playful smile appearing on your lips. You were aware that given his profession as an actor and a model, Vil couldn't have any visible marks on his body. Otherwise, the Internet and his "fans" would probably cancel him. You didn't miss the way he let out a breath full of relief,

💜 Vil didn't enjoy them at first, but he quickly grew used to them. You leave no mark and you only give him love bites when nobody's around, so he doesn't really have a problem with them,

💜 Soon, your spontaneous love bites became some sort of game between you two. Naturally Vil decided to return a favour. Both of you try to surprise each other with them and it turned into competition.

💜 Whoever steals more surprise love bites throughout the week without being noticed by other students, wins,

💜 Given Vil's popularity, it's hard to catch him alone and it's even harder to surprise him, but you are not the one to give up easily,

💜 Both of you are extremely good in this game, so it often ends up in a tie,

🐶 You are a bold puppy, but that's what he loves about you,

🐶 Another man who given his serious and respected profession cannot afford to let you leave some actual marks on his skin,

🐶 Crewel actually enjoys them, but he won't explicitly tell you that,

🐶 He finds your habit quite cute and endearing. You always manage to bring a smile on his face with your fleeting and spontaneous love bites. He absolutely adores this playful side of yours,

🐶 In return, he decides it's only fair if he also leaves some love bites on your skin. However, the difference is that his bites leave marks. Marks that you struggle to cover,

🐶 Crewel got used quite quickly to your love bites and you can rarely manage to surprise him with them. You can probably count on the fingers of your one hand amount of times he actually seemed shocked when you playfully bit him,

🐶 However, he manages 95% of the time to catch you off guard with his love bites. You find it quite frustrating, but well,

,,My, my, you look so adorable puppy"

⚔️ Silver absolutely doesn't mind them. If that's how you like to show your affection towards him, he lets you do it,

⚔️ He quickly got used to you randomly leaving love bites on his skin, mostly on his neck. Silver usually responds with a small smile and a soft kiss to your forehead,

⚔️ Another man on this list that is hard to surprise and catch off guard (you are still trying and failing),

⚔️ This is probably your favorite method to wake him up. You often do it by leaving love bites all over his neck till he opens his eyes,

⚔️ You are the best alarm. Your method works almost every time,

⚔️ You both are glad that you leave absolutely no traces and kiss Silver when no one's around. You two are sure that if Lilia saw any marks on his son's skin, he would immediately bombard you with questions and he would endlessly tease you,

⚔️ Speaking of Lilia, Silver often jokes that your biting-habit reminds him a tad bit of his father,

[twistedauthor]

Prologue out now!

the prologue for ‘A Dragons Mother is now out on Wattpad!

[mkkk12345]

Divus Crewel x Wife Reader How they met

Sorry this took so long to write, I was once again procrastinating lol Feel free to request situations (I write slowly and I’ll be pretty busy for the next while sadly, but please do request if you would like to! I'll do anyone in twst for the most part with your usual restrictions) (side note I got the names for the dogs from the 101 Dalmatians)

1.2K words

------

Oh how Crewel would come to regret what he had done that day, he really should have seen it coming. “Hey! Professor Crewel, tell us how you met your wife!”

This had all started when Crowley had approached him with a challenge. “If you manage to raise the class average of the first years to let's say~ 80 percent? I'll give you a raise! Am I not so incredibly generous? Hahahhahaaaa” He cawed to himself as Crewel walked away absolutely done with the crow mans shenanigans

Rolling his eyes he responds “I guess there is no harm in attempting it”

As an encouragement to study harder he had told his students that if they were able to raise the class average to 80 percent by the next semester he would allow them to ask one question about his personal life. Of course all of the students had jumped at the chance to glance into the oh so mysterious and strict teachers personal life.

And that is why we are here now.

Professor Divus Crewel, now being forced to tell the oh so embarrassing story of how he had met his lovely wife.

“Well it's not the worst question you lot could have asked. I would rather not share this story but if I must I will do so…”

—----

Divus was around 17 when he first met Y/N It was a bright and sunny day, the weather was perfect and it just so happened to be a long weekend, a rare opportunity to visit home in the Queendom of Roses.

It was also a perfect day to take his beloved pet dalmatian Perdita for a nice long walk in the nearby park for some long deserved bonding time.

When Crewel was home from NRC he would often take Perdita to the park. Whether it was actual exercise or for some relaxing time outside to sketch new fashion designs, Perdita never really minded. But today was different, the minute the pair stepped out of the door the spotted dog went bolting in the direction of the park. “Hey! Slow down girl, why on earth are you in such a rush today?!” he said, trying to keep all his sketching supplies from falling to the ground.

Luckily for young Divus, the dalmatian did eventually slow down once they reached the park. “You act as if no one has been bringing you to the park since I left for school.” he said exasperated from the impromptu run.

Soon after catching his breath Divus and his companion walked over to a nearby bench so the boy could start sketching, but right as he put his sketching equipment down there was another sudden tug on the lead and once again they were off “hey! Slow down! What has gotten into you toda-” CRASH he had been cut off suddenly, crashing into another person as Perdita and what seemed to be another dalmatian were running circles around the two very effectively tying the two together.

When he finally pried his eyes away from the dogs he finally realized the full situation he was in, tied up with a very beautiful young lady. “Oh my god I'm so sorry he doesn't usually act like this, Pongo would you stop that already?”

“Don't worry it was neither of our faults really, I guess these two have taken quite the interest in one another” he said as he pulled his arm out of the leashes to awkwardly scratch the back of his neck a blush forming on his face as he looked at a very interesting tree behind her.

“They've actually been like this for weeks!” she laughed as she finally met his eyes, “Oh you must be Divus! Your mother talks about you very often.” He was surprised, not only was this girl absolutely stunning but she already knew him. Although he would never admit it, he practically fell in love with her right then and there, the way she beamed with joy, the slight blush on her cheeks, her laugh even in the strangest of situations.

In an attempt to calm himself he averted his gaze again and began to untie him and his new developing crush from the entanglement of leashes they were trapped in “Oh you must have met mother while she was walking Perdita I do hope she didn't tell you anything embarrassing” a strained smirk appeared on his face, knowing how his mother liked to tell the most embarrassing stories of his childhood.

“Well I cant say she didn't say anything” she laughed softly again drawing Divus’s attention for a moment the blush on his face growing ever brighter.

Snapping out of his short trance he asked “Might I ask for your name then since you already know mine?” With blush remaining on the tips of ears he held out his hand like a gentleman, both with the intention to give her, her dogs leash back but also to lead her over to a bench so they could hopefully continue their conversation.

“Oh my apologies how rude of me, My name is Y/N nice to finally meet you.” She bashfully took both the leash and his hand, walking over to the bench.

“The pleasure is mine”

—-

“And whilst that was all happening I looked over to our dogs, only to find them looking at each other with what seemed to be a grin on their faces like they planned that all out.” Crewel sighed as he recalled how proud those little devils looked. “After quite a long conversation that ended up in me never actually starting a new sketch, we traded contact information and left the park.” he looked up at his students now regretting all his life decisions.

“And that is how I met my wife, now it seems like class is over, please leave quickly so I can question why I ever became a teacher in the first place.”

“But prof how did you ask her out?” “Yeah yeah! Who was the first one to confess!” “How did you propose????”

Frustrated crewel quickly answered “If I recall correctly you were all only given the privilege of asking one question, now if you don't stop pestering me I will be giving you even more homework.” a completely very unnoticable blush began to form on his face.

“Sorry sir!” Everyone shouted in unison, but on their way out the students did not miss the slightest hint of red that dusted their professor's cheeks as he pretended to sort through papers.

Once everyone had left and silence had fallen through the classroom a laughter could be heard coming from the Professors phone. “Awwwww darling, you retell that story so fondly~” Crewel sighed as he finally looked over at his phone

“I honestly can not believe I let you talk me into letting you listen to that.” he said with a hand firmly planted on his face covering any sign of pink that appeared.

“Consider it as repaying me for when I dropped those papers off for you. Now hurry home our two rascals of dogs are looking at me like I should thank them for getting us together.” she laughed nervously

“Yes yes honey see you soon” ending the call with a small smirk as he muttered “I should buy some more dog treats on the way back.”

[savanaclaw1996]

The Lion in the Garden-Leona Kingscholar x Fem! Reader

As you know, today is August 10th, and that also happens to be World Lion Day! And so, we celebrate the day honoring the renowned King of the Beasts, the lion! So here's a little fic to get us all in the mood!

Enjoy!

Word Count: 1,260 words.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You just couldn't believe it. One minute you were on your way towards your next class with your friends, and the next, you were suddenly whisked away by an unseen force.

It was just another day at Night Raven College. (Y/n), Ace, Deuce and Grim had just finished ancient history and were moving on to your next class, alchemy science.

The four of you were just talking and walking down the hallway when suddenly, there was a loud commotion and the students before you suddenly started running and yelling in panic.

"Lion! Lion! There's a huge lion in the hall!" one of the students started screaming. You raised an eyebrow, confused. Ace, Deuce and Grim also looked bewildered. "Huh? A lion? In the hallway?" you wondered. That couldn't be right.

But sure enough, as the crowd quickly parted, you saw a giant lion running towards you, Grim, Ace and Deuce. The lion had uber umber-colored fur and its large, shaggy dark chocolate-colored mane shook as it ran.

To see a wild lion running through the hall would definitely scare the living daylights out of anyone who crossed its path, for you, Grim, Ace and Deuce already started screaming in terror and scrambling to get out of its way.

Then the lion suddenly locked eyes with you. Like a deer caught in headlights, you froze. The lion's eyes were the color of summer, a brilliant green, shining like finely polished emeralds.

Before you or anyone else could do anything, the lion suddenly charged towards you at full speed. "Henchman!!" Grim screamed as he tried to reach you, but he was too late. The beast crashed into you and knocked you down to the floor.

"(Y/N)/HENCHMAN!!!" Ace, Deuce and Grim all screamed at the top of their lungs in horror. You, on the other hand, let out a frightened squeal, too shocked to even scream.

The lion had you pinned to the floor, its large frame covering yours. You stared up at the beast, your heart was pounding hard against your chest. Then suddenly, the lion reached down towards you and grabbed your jacket collar in its jaws.

With a yelp, you were suddenly lifted onto its back and the lion took off like a shot, taking you along on its back. All the while, Ace, Deuce and Grim could only watch helplessly and panic fearfully while you were whisked away by the lion.

"WH-WH-WH-WHAT DO WE DO?!?!" Ace shrieked. "I-I-I-I DON'T KNOW!!!" Deuce screamed. "HE'S GONNA EAT HER!!!" Ace wailed. "I'LL NEVER SEE HER AGAIN! SHE'LL NEVER FEED ME AGAIN! HENCHMAN!!!" Grim cried, fat tears rolling down his furry cheeks.

"Silence, puppies!" a voice suddenly demanded, followed by the crack of a whip. The three boys immediately went silent. Walking up towards them was none other than Divus Crewel himself.

Deuce quickly ran towards Crewel. "Crewel-sensei...! We need your help! T-Th-There was a big lion, and it-!" he stammered. but Crewel cut him off. "Yes, I know. There has been an accident in the lab. Kingscholar was caught in the explosion and had transformed into an actual lion." he replied.

"Eh?!!" Ace, Deuce and Grim all exclaimed, gawking at Crewel before he continued, "Despite having transformed into an actual lion, it seems that Kingscholar-san has still somehow maintained his cognition."

"Even so, it still would be wise to create a potion that'll change Kingscholar-san back to his former self. I will be in charge of creating the potion." He then gave the three boys a stern look.

"In the meantime, you puppies will have to keep an eye on Kingscholar-san and (Y/N)-san. Make sure that nothing terrible happens to either of them." Ace, Deuce and Grim all nodded. "Yes, sensei!" they all chorused.

"Good." With that, Crewel went to create the potion while Ace, Deuce and Grim ran down the direction Leona and (Y/N) headed down to. After 5 minutes of searching, they finally arrived at the Botanical Garden.

"Where are they?" Deuce asked as they looked around inside the garden. Grim turned his head and his eyes widened. "Ah, there they are! I see 'em!" he said. Ace, Deuce and Grim all hid behind the bushes as they looked at the scene before them.

(Y/N) was sitting under the shade of a tree in a grassy area with the large lion lying beside you, his large head on your lap. (Y/N) was softly humming a sweet tune as you gently stroked the lion's mane.

The lion then let out a yawn, revealing its large, sharp canines before it turned his head towards your face. He then softly chuffed at you, and you lowered your head towards his snout, rubbing his cheeks affectionately.

"Leona-senpai. You smell so good." (Y/N) cooed as you gave Leona a little smooch on his nose and another kiss on his chin. Ace shuddered at the sight. "Jeez, kissing a lion like that. (Y/N) sure has some guts."

Meanwhile, Grim was fuming that (Y/M) wa being affectionate towards Leona, giving him pets and kisses. He was supposed to be the one getting pets and kisses, darn it! This ISN'T fair! Grim then hopped out from his hiding place and marched towards (Y/N) and Leona.

"Hey! I want pets and kisses, too, y'know?! I'm your boss!" Grim yelled. Ace and Deuce all cringed. "Grim, you idiot! You're supposed to hide!" Deuce hissed.

Leona's ears twitched as he turned to face Grim. Sensing an intruder interrupting their little session, Leona immediately got up and growled at Grim, making him stop in his tracks.

Leona let out a low, rumbling growl at Grim and bared his fangs at him. Grim's fur on his back stood on end as sweat dripped down his forehead and his little paws began to quake with fear. Grim then realized that Leona was still bigger than him, and if he wanted to, he could easily rip him to shreds.

"Leona-senpai, stop!" (Y/N) yelled. "Don't hurt Grim!" Grim then slowly backed away, wisely giving Leona a wide berth. "F-For-Forget it..." he whispered as he quickly ran back toward the bushes where Ace and Deuce are still hiding.

"Whew! Even as a real lion, Leona is still scary as heck, y'know!" Grim exclaimed. Ace just sighed. "Consider yourself lucky that (Y/N) was there to stop him before he turned you into lion chow." he said.

And so, Ace, Deuce and Grim just watched as (Y/N) and Leona just sat under the tree, enjoying each other's company. It wasn't long before Crewel came in with the potion for Leona. Since Leona won't allow anyone except (Y/N) to touch him, (Y/N) had to be the one to give Leona the potion that will change him back.

And so, (Y/N) gave Leona the potion and changed him back into his beastman self. Leona stretched as he yawned. "Well, that was something." he said casually.

(YN) chuckled. "It doesn't surprise me that you'd still be cuddly even as an actual lion, Senpai." you replied. Leona smiled at (Y/N). "Well, now that that's over, I've gotta get back to the potions class". he said.

Before he left, Leona turned to (Y/N). "Meet me in Savanaclaw later, 'kay?" he asked. (Y/N) nodded. "Yeah, sure! See you there." you nodded. Leona smirked. "That's my girl." he said as he and Crewel left.

(Y/N) sighed dreamily. You couldn't wait to spend the rest of the night with your boyfriend, Leona. Whether he's a lion beastman or an actual lion, it hardly matters. What matters is that Leona will always be your Leona, no matter what.

[it-happened-one-fic]

Twisted Weddings: - Introduction

Author Notes: This is the first part of my 800 Followers celebration event for the Twisted Wonderland fandom. This is just going to be the introduction section for the story itself (which is going to be 9 sections in total). I chose the wedding theme on a whim based on a fic I read a long time ago on AO3 that has long sense gone missing, but no one is actually going to be getting married. Reader is going to be female for the sake of my own ease for this series. I hope everyone enjoys!

Type: Female reader/ sfw/ 800 Followers Event/ Series/ fluff/ featuring Crewel (Note for sake of avoiding confusion: This is not x Crewel)

Twisted Weddings Series Masterlist

Word count: 775

I frowned slightly at Crewel as he sat down across from me, a stack of papers in his hands that he slowly laid out. One sheet at a time.

“I’ve recently finished designing a line of wedding dresses and suits,” He spoke as he fanned the sheets out across the table. Each page had a sketched-out design of a wedding gown that had me blinking slightly in surprise.

Of course I’d known that Crewel was a designer. As if his fashionable nature wasn’t enough to tip me off, then Vil talking about his clothing line would have been. I hadn’t realized that he designed bridal clothes, though. And I certainly didn’t know what these clothes had to do with me or why he’d called me in to look at them.

I slowly glanced back up at my instructor as he continued, utterly calm despite my wary confusion, “I’m wanting to market each of these dresses differently than I usually would though. You see, this is my first line of bridal designs.”

I nodded, shifting slightly in my seat as Crewel eyed me, “I’ve decided that, along with the runaway models, I would do an advertising campaign where I have just one woman model all the gowns with varying different grooms.”

I blinked, already seeing where this was heading but not quite able to keep myself from staring at him in surprise in a way that had him smiling at me, “Of course I’ll pay you for modeling all eight gowns.”

I glanced down at the page in front of me, a picture of a classic wedding dress. Pristine white with a veil and looking like it was directly out of a fairytale. But as I glanced back up at Crewel, I shook my head slightly in blatant disbelief, “But I’m not a model…..”

“That’s what will make these ads more unique. You aren’t a model of any sort, and yet you will be the bride for this marketing campaign and will be far more relatable to prospective brides looking for a dress.”

I had to hand it to him; he’d come prepared. And I couldn’t deny that earning some money was attractive when I considered the state Ramshackle dorm was in.

There was no telling how many repairs I’d be able to manage with whatever Crewel was willing to pay me.

“The campaign will consist of seven pictures for magazines and billboards and one video for television advertising. For each dress, you will be paired with a different groom,” He continued calmly. Clearly explaining his plan for the marketing campaign even as I weigh my options.

“Are the models of the groom’s suits going to be professional?” I tilted my head when I spoke, and he hummed in response before shaking his head. 

How he avoided sending any of his black hair into the white half of his head or vice versa was beyond me, but I didn’t question it as he responded, “Only one. As I said, there’s going to be a different model for the grooms in each image. I thought it would be more interesting to use other fresh faces for this campaign for the grooms.”

I felt my eyebrows arch, “But wouldn't it make more sense to just use one model for the suits since you’re just going to be using one for the gowns?”

Crewel frowned, a flicker of annoyance going through his gaze as his eyes met mine, and I tilted my head slightly, “That was the plan, but the candidates for modeling being how they were made things difficult.”

“And who are the candidates?” I couldn’t help the wariness that slipped into my tone, and Crewel sighed slightly before handing me a stack of pictures that was filled with familiar faces.

“They ended up being the winners. Whether they entered themselves or were entered by someone else,” As he spoke, I sifted through the pictures.

Trey, Ruggie, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Sebek, and Leona.

“Winners?” I echoed him amusedly, and Crewel shook his head. 

There was a perfectly annoyed expression on his face as he frowned down at the pictures in my hands, “Suffice to say they all turned it into a competition.”

I almost wanted to ask exactly how this supposed ‘competition’ went down, but thought better of it as I took a secondary glance at Crewel’s expression.

I shrugged lightly, laying the pictures down on top of the wedding sketches, “Well, I can’t really think of any reason to say no to modeling for you…”

I trailed off and Crewel nodded, back to business as usual as he collected all the papers, “Then we’ll start tomorrow.”

If you would like to read more

Next

[tswhiisftteedr]

PLEASEEE MORE VARGAS/STAFF FICS personal training was UNREALLL 😭😭🙏🙏🙏

I’m gonna work on 2 other request before doing this one. But when I’m done with them (sneak peek: one is a Ruggie work, the other is Che’nya), I want to know what staff I should write about.

[cursedcupcakemaster]

I would like Coffee and Cotton Candy (platonic) with a reader who has a breakdown due to stress (I keep requesting here cuz I love it , can I be 🇳🇵anon?)

Sure you can and I'm really glad someone enjoys my menu

Dad staff is pretty fun

Order; Family size Cotton Candy Frappuccino/coffee with cotton candy

Notes; I do not own twisted wonderland, the nrc staff or the reader,NRC and the staff along with Twst belong to Disney as well as the brilliant mind of Yana Toboso, reader belongs to themselves, this is just my interpretation of how this would go with the characters, reader isn't neccesarily Yuu but if you want to imagine they are you're welcome to, y/n, reader is you

Warnings;mental health problems, Crowley being a huge dumbass, some of these are short

Platonic family staff x reader

Stress is a killer

Divus Crewel

You were showing signs and he didn't have the time to notice

Divus was busy with lesson planning for the naughty puppies in his class and believed you were fine and when that wasn't the case he was designing a new collection

Divus believed if he could do it so could his pup, you were talented yes but this time this time you felt as if you couldn't do it

When Crowley wasn't asking you for favors or you weren't dealing with homework you were dealing with feelings that none of your designs were good enough

Many of the designs you had ended up in the rubbish bin because they were too simple or complicated in your eyes

Your grades were starting to slip as a result and that's when Divus knew he had to talk with you

His scolding hurt, hurt more than when your own thoughts told you, you weren't good enough

"This is unacceptable pup, if I can do these things you should be able to as wel-"

This was the final straw before you broke and cried

This shocked the fur coated man and he finally asked what was wrong and you told him everything

Guilt spread across his face, he didn't realize you were so overwhelmed

The first thing he does is take you out for a father and daughter/son/child day

Takes you to your favorite shop, nails and hair done if you're into that sort of thing, gets your favorite treat

Divus also helps you work on your designs reminding you that some of the greatest designers didn't become famous over night

He may be hard on you but he does love you dearly

Mozus Trein

He isn't your father but rather your grandfather

Another strict guardian but he's a little more lenient with you

Mozus knows you enjoy helping people and it warms his heart espically if you happen to be spoiling Lucius at the time

What you didn't tell him was that everyone was requesting your help every single time you had an ounce for free time

Much like a certain maiden with a glass slipper you always were pulled left and right until you were incredibly dizzy and today was the very last straw

You were overwhelmed from all these favors and in the middle of his lecture something that never happens finally did

You had let out a very loud scream making everyone including your grandpa look at you after the last favor had been asked of you when the student could have done it themselves and you ran out of the room crying

Mozus had never known you to ever behave like that

He told the class to stay in their seats and read pages 378 to 394 while he went to go check on you with Lucius

Mozus knew Lucius would be able to find you easily so he set the feline down before meowing once he got a scent and led the older man to you

He found you in the forest behind the school crying, the sound broke his heart

He allowed Lucius to go to you first with the cat meowing softly to get your attention and rubbing against you

Sniffling you pet the cat before Trein asked you

"What happened to make you cry like that?"

You told him everything including that the stress was finally too much for you

Sweet grandpa mode is activated

He tells you not to accept anymore favors the rest of the week and sees to it that you have time to relax including bringing you to your favorite book and music stores, playing the piano with you while Lucius meows along to the notes

Mozus is old but he's not a fool, he knows even the kindest hearts have their limits so he's always there for you

Ashton Vargas

It really isn't easy being the kid of Ashton Vargas himself

Muscle dad means a lot of discipline

Ashton makes sure you have plenty of protein in your diet as well as a routine to stay in shape

Unfortunately you had signed up for a little competition and while your dad was proud of you there was a bit of a sinking feeling in your chest upon seeing your competitors

You went through your usual routine with your dad but with each match that same gnawing feeling in your belly was getting worse and worse

The crowds really didn't help either with them shouting for one of you to destroy the other

You did win a few rounds but Ashton knew something was wrong based on how your posture was in the last round

You didn't even speak to him as you walked home worrying him even more

That night you ate in silence before going to your room without speaking a word

He thought you just needed time to calm down for a bit until he heard you scream along with a crash

Ashton ran upstairs and saw you crying with your room in a wreck

He didn't understand until you told him it wouldn't be enough, your strength couldn't possibly beat your opponent in the next round, that you weren't worthy enough to attend NRC let alone be related to him

Ashton couldn't believe what he was hearing and hugged you while you sobbed

"You are enough and like it or not you're my child, you are you and you know what that means?"

You shook your head before be spoke again

"It means you're the best, you can win and I know you will"

Ashton attended the match to watch you fight and just as he said you had won

After this he decided you might need a break from all the crazy shit so he took you camping

It was probably your best trip yet

No matter what he does care and knows it's fine to take breaks so you don't feel as if the world is collapsing around you

Sam

Being your older brothers assistant had its perks

You got to see all sorts of different objects some of which were bewitched and the snacks you got with your allowance weren't too bad either

Unfortunately Sam couldn't always help you, and while you had this job, you were still a student

Sometimes you also had to clean up the mess of a certain one braincell trio

They always thanked you but they still got you into trouble

It was a hassle but you dealt with it since you figured there were worse things that could happen

One incident you could think of off the top of your head was a certain flaming haired boy who you gamed with almost dying after nearly being forced to marry some ghost princess

Another was the time your friends got possessed by ghosts and getting there just in time

Unfortunately unlike those incidents, this couldn't be stopped

Some students started fighting and it went from a fist fight to a magic fight

Try as you might you couldn't stop them from wrecking the store until almost nothing was unscathed from the fight

Seeing all of this you started to cry because you knew Sam would be so upset with you

When he did come he wasn't angry with you but he was angry with the idiots that wrecked the store he made them clean up the mess if they didn't want to be banned for life

Sam went over to you and placed a hand on your head

"Hey now darlin, it's okay don't cry I'm not mad at you, you didn't know things would get out of hand" he said

Once he was sure you were calmed down he had the store closed down for the day and made all your favorite foods

The family had taught him long ago good food can always make things a little better

Sam is a businessman but he's a big brother first and foremost

Dire Crowley

Dire isn't the best at parenting, let alone being a headmaster of a school but he does try in terms of taking care of you

Yes he asks you for your help when it comes to the whole "incidents " that had plagued the school for the past couple of months

It didn't really help that your father was often called away for "other matters"

It wasn't just those incidents that made it worse, ghosts, a deranged mage who wanted to get rid of magic and a guy who tried to turn you all into puppets those were just a few of the many reasons your blood pressure went up while your mental health shattered

The final straw was the incident where Grim was transformed by the blot, he nearly died, you all did and you broke down in tears yelled at your father when he tried to comfort you

"You're always running away! Do you have any idea how I feel! It's always me! Always me taking care of these things while you're off seven knows where! ! I'm so tired dad...I'm so tired " tears ran down your face while Dire embraced you

"I'm so sorry my little raven, I didn't mean to make you go through all this alone I promise I won't leave you all alone again" he soothed you as cried out all the tears that had been kept in for so long

After a few days you guys tended a garden you've been raising ever since you were little and once night came, watching the stars pass over the school

Like I said he's not the greatest father but he tries his best and when the worst comes he will always, always be there for you

[wolken-himmel]

In which Crewel and Crowley turn into a dog and a crow respectively.

Thus poor (Y/n), who has to take care of them now, gets two overbearing bodyguards.

Idea by anon.

"Headmaster Crowley should be banned from the laboratories!"

Your face was as red as a tomato as you stood in the middle of an alchemy classroom, still surrounded by a sheen smoke that slowly escaped through the windows. The disappearing mist revealed the silhouettes of two animals — a dog and a crow; in their place, your two bickering professors had stood just a few moments prior.

Grim shared the blank panic written all over your face. "Oh, woe is us, henchhuman!" he cried out and clung to your sleeve once the dog started trotting towards the two of you. The crow, too, took off, only to land on top of your head happily. Once Grim had made sure that he was safe, he exhaled and patted your hand comfortingly. "But fret not, you can do this. Sorry, I'm not good with consoling people when I'm hungry..."

You nodded slowly, the anger on your face slowly morphing into acceptance when the dalmatian rubbed his snout into your other palm. The way his shimmering eyes bore into yours gave you courage that you didn't think you could muster. "Yeah, I can do this..." you muttered under your breath while gently petting the dog. "I already have you as a pet, Grim. How worse can these two be?" An ironic chuckle escaped your lips.

"Hey! I'm not a pet!" Grim yelled, offended. "You got it all wrong. You are my servant, (Y/n)."

Doing your best to ignore him and his shrill voice, you turned away and grabbed the crow from your head that was in the process of building a nest up there. The black-feathered bird let out a playful caw as you stared him down in concentration. "Hmm... you're both adults... you, Headmaster Crowley, not so much..." The crow cried out in disagreement when your gaze shifted to the dog. "But hey, Professor Crewel will be easy to manage, right?"

Sadly for you, you couldn't have been more wrong.

°°°

"Professor, leave poor Ace be!" you screamed out at the top of your lungs while doing your best to hold onto the leather leash.

The dog bound to the leash wouldn't stop his attempts of attacking Ace, who by then had scurried over to a tree and climbed it with the grace of a squirrel. His eyes were wide in horror, and his face contorted into a grimace whenever the dalmatian began barking.

"By the Great Seven, get ahold of your vicious dog, (Y/n)!" Ace yelled out in panic. "What if it has rabies?"

That caused the anger of the dog to worsen again after you had managed to calm him down with head-rubs. As stubborn as he was in the beginning, the dog ripped the leash right out of your hand and sprinted towards the tree. Ace let out a frightened shriek, but luckily was able to pull his leg up just in time to avoid being bitten or grabbed.

Only when you threw yourself on the dog and tightly wrapped your arms around him in a calming embrace did he actually grow quiet again. Once that was dealt with, you turned your attention to your frightened friend. "Excuse me? Of course Professor Crewel—" Your cheeks grew red as you caught yourself about to reveal something you shouldn't. "I mean..." you corrected yourself, "Crewie is as healthy as he could be."

"Crewie?" Ace raised an eyebrow as he climbed down again. "You named your dalmatian after our stinky alchemy professor?"

At once, the dog began barking and growling again.

Your hand frantically ran up and down the dalmatian's neck in order to prevent a bloody accident from happening. "W-Watch out what you're saying, Ace!" you cried out in frustration.

"Why? The dog doesn't understand me, anyway..."

Right then and there, another figure approached the three of you. You craned your neck in order to look past Ace; that way, you found Deuce coming closer towards you. Your heart fell in horror, not wanting another friend of yours to be potentially at risk.

"Oh, hello (Y/n). I've been searching for you," Deuce said shyly and shot you an awkward wave. You returned the gesture with a nervous smile while clutching onto the aggressive dog for dear life. Deuce opened his mouth, about to say something, but stopped in the middle of his sentence. His eyes trained on your hair, he tilted his head to the side. "But wait, you got a leaf stuck in your hair."

"Really?" you asked while frantically running your hand through your hair. "Uh, autumn strikes again..."

"Let me remove it for you—" Deuce offered and stepped closer.

You could feel the dog growing angry again the closer your friend came towards the two of you. It was then that you realised the reason for the dog's aggressiveness.

Just like his human-self, Crewel was trying to protect you from boys...

Gulping down the fear that dried out your throat, you carefully began, "Uh... I'm not sure—" Sadly, you were interrupted when, in a moment of surprise, the dog shook you off and leapt at your blue-haired friend.

Promptly, Deuce fell onto his bum with the dog on top of him, the animal busy swinging his paws at the student. Luckily, no claws were involved, and it seemed like the dog merely pulled this stunt as a warning.

"What?" Ace yelled out in anger. "Get your aggressive dog off of Deuce!"

A frustrated frown on your face, you jumped forward and grabbed the dog by his collar. "I'm so sorry, Deuce..." you cried out while detaining the dog. As Ace helped Deuce to his feet again, you turned your attention to the dalmatian and shot him a reprimanding glare. "What's gotten into you, Crewie..."

And indeed, the disappointment in your eyes made the dog shrink into itself in shame. A soft whimper escaped his maw.

"Uh Deuce, is that your food over there?" Ace asked nervously while dusting the dry soil off the victim's jacket. The red-head's gaze drifted over to the bench where a bento box lay, but his friend seemed too deep in thought to notice.

Deuce smiled proudly, already having forgotten about the assault just a few seconds ago. "Yeah, I made it with Trey today. I brought a few leftovers for (Y/n)," he explained while fidgeting with his hands.

Your stern eyes softened at his words. "Oh, you're such a darling, Deuce..."

The dalmatian narrowed his eyes, but didn't act upon the anger that overwhelmed him.

Deuce shyly averted his gaze from yours, an awkward smile appearing on his face as he did so. "W-Well, if you say so..." he trailed off with a red face.

"Uhm..." Ace interrupted the sweet moment. "I think you should know that a crow is eating your food right about now."

Deuce snapped around at once. "What!?" And indeed, the food he had spent hours preparing sat sprawled out all over the bench, a certain crow picking at the food with his beak. Deuce's eyes fell in sadness, and he could barely stutter out, "But I spent so much time and effort on this..."

"Crowie, bad crow!" you yelled, which startled the bird. His golden eyes bore into yours sheepishly, and he immediately flew over to you. "You should be ashamed of yourself!" He rubbed his head into your palm innocently, crooning soft and ingenuine apologise.

Ace raised an eyebrow. "Your pets' names are overwhelmingly creative, (Y/n)."

"I... I... So it was all for nothing?" Deuce was at the end of his wits. His face grew red in fury, and his hands turned into fists. A low growl escaped his lips as he glared at the crow on your shoulder. By then, he looked just the dog in your arms in terms of anger and aggressiveness.

Your smile adopting a nervous twinge, you exclaimed, "Oh, Deuce... don't be sad— or angry, please." His eyes turned to you, and you mustered the most grateful smile you could. "I appreciate the gesture, I really do..."

You rose to your feet, now that the dog was busy fighting and arguing with the crow. As they cawed and barked at one another, you walked over to Deuce and put a hand on his shoulder, tightly squeezing it.

His tense body loosened up at your words, and his anger turned into disappointment. "I just wanted to cheer you up. You've been so stressed out all day."

"You did cheer me up." Instinctively, you shot forward and wrapped your arms around him. He tensed, and his head looked like it was about to explode. "It worked, Deuce," you murmured and put your head on his shoulder.

Sadly for you, the adorable moment was destroyed when Deuce was ripped away from you rather harshly. The wind was knocked out of your lungs, and upon second glance, you realised that the dog had assaulted the poor boy again — and this time, the crow joined in as well.

Your eyes grew large: Crewel and Crowley working together for once? What a miracle. Yet, you rolled your eyes upon realising that it was for the sake of protecting you from boys; such overprotective parental figures they were... The thought caused your lips to pull up into an amused smile.

It took Ace's yelling and screaming to snap you out of your trance. "Get that crow and dog off my buddy, (Y/n)!"

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yan Azul meeting Crewle daughter when they where children, as the family are out at a beach trip , daughter is out collecting shells till she hears something and see what it is and see child Azul crying at the rocky area as he calling himself ugly ( poorbabyIwannahughimbecause ofthebullyingasIcanrelate )

" your not ugly, I think you're cute " daughter said behind a rock she was climbing, spooking him as being seen

He thinks she's lying till she told him her insecurity telling him " If it makes you feel better I been called dirty blood because I'm half fae with beastmen background, but granny said not to listen to them because they are bad puppies and don't know the value of inner beauty and strength and because they are too insecure about themselves.... My name (name)! " Smiling all happily to him as she is too much of a cinnonon roll for her own good as a child

Aww thats so sweet

Every beach vacation you look for your octopus friend to shyly peek out from his hiding rock 

You’re his crush since forever

And trust and believe he’s going to try and pursue you now that he’s had his glow-up

+100 points if the tweels get in on it

Like closer to your junior years they’ll start wanting to see what's got their octo-boss so worked out

When you find them lingering nearby until you call them over

“Well aren’t you two cuties!”

Then they’re all collectively racing to invite you to the Monstro Lounge 

“A pleasure to see you, again (Y/n)! Care to join me for a drink at the lounge?”

“Ne~ne Princess Beakfish, aren’t you bored hanging around these guppies? Let’s go do something fun!”

“It's been a while since we’ve last spoken.”

“Of course since my last beach vacation. You look well, Zully.”

“T-thanks.”