#divus x reader

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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,

[globalrebrand]

When you Deny Them Staff Edition: Crowley and Crewel

Warnings: Light not sfw

Crowley

It's inelegant to say the least. Crowley likes his feathers ruffled at least thrice a week during the school year and even more on vacation. He's never had a problem getting you into his bed before. Whether you've been together 10 years or 100 years nothing has stopped this regular pattern of intimacy except for grave emergencies.

There are several key ways you and Crowley like to like to initiate your sessions. Usually a mutual coming together at the end of a long day, or when you walk into his private office in your shared home and he turns around with a wide smile to greet you patting his lap affectionately. A kiss or two quickly ends up with the two of you tangled in each other in the bed, on his office sofa, or even on the desk.

So imagine his surprise when all of the usual warmth and affection he's used to receiving from you becomes only chaste pecks and stoic caresses. He loses it. Breaks down instantly, but he tries to keep a brave front but he can't stomach not having your full affection.

His first impulse is to consult his teaching staff. Trein advises that this is a matter entirely inappropriate to discuss with the school's teachers, but as a veteran of marriage suggests that Crowley try to engage in affection with you where sex isn't the exclusive result. Just some cuddling or snuggling without pressure for more. Trein also advises Crowley to just talk to you about the changes in your intimacy levels but Crowley in all of his infinite wisdom thinks that would come off as a bit desperate. "As if you didn't reek of desperation already, Dire" (Trein's words not mine.)

Crowley sees the sense in that but would prefer faster results so he goes to Crewel who plainly tells him that he dresses like an Edgar Allen Poe inspired 19th century brothel owner and suggests that he dress a bit more modern and less garish. (admittedly this is rich coming from Crewel) This Crowley does try, he walks in one day after work in a beautifully tailored midnight colored suit and like a moth to a flame you come over and press your hands to his chest and lapels, telling him how handsome he looks, but then if you end up liking it too much his feelings are hurt and he reverts back to his old sense of dress. You liked it before! (cockblocks himself)

Vargas tells him that he needs to bulk up. He's too spindly and that you're probably creeped out by his spider like physique. Crowley considers building some muscle, but when Vargas says it will probably take about 3 months to see any meaningful gains Crowley doesn't even let him finish talking before moving on.

Naturally Sam suggests gifts and this really resonates with Crowley, so soon you'll wake up to a cadre of silver and gold glittering gifts on your vanity in the morning and a cheesy grin from your husband encouraging you to try things on. You like the presents well enough but are incredibly offended by the assumption that because of these gifts you should want to immediately jump his bones as repayment. He understands the optics look bad but that's not what he meant!

If none of these questionably implemented strategies work it takes maybe a month of cold interactions and failed seduction attempts before he's coming to you in your shared bed, already sniffling as he tries to get to the bottom of the situation.

"Please tell me what's the matter my love. I know you wouldn't withhold yourself from me for anything less than being in complete and utter despair. As your husband it is my job to shoulder these burdens with you."

Crowley is absolutely shocked when you say nothing is the matter and that you're just not in the mood. Insists you need to get to the doctor, because obviously something is medically wrong even if you feel fine. If you insist you're ok, he starts full on sobbing asks if there's someone else. He promises he'll forgive you just tell him the fucker's name.

The good news is that as long as you're honest and open with him there's really no reason for there to be an extended period of abstinence. Crowley is using all of the creative problem solving skills he doesn't use at his job to solve the problem of why you don't want to rail him anymore.

If you want to try something new, he'll do whatever you ask. If you're tired and stressed he's trying to figure out how to take things off your plate. This silly little birdman will do anything for you. He can't tolerate even 10% less of his normal daily dose of intimacy and affection from you. Now with that understanding out of the way, go to him. He needs you desperately.

"Darling there's no need to let anything come between us. I will always do my best to please you, there is no one for me but you. Now, spread your legs."

Crewel

Indignant, but demure. He's really not used to you saying no to him. Of course he respects your right to say no, to him, but you really seldom do. Crewel honestly doesn't know how to react when he draws his hand up your thigh and you stop him in his tracks and tell him not right now. What do you mean? Are you going somewhere? Doing something? If you're not busy and not sick, what gives? The occasional no is tolerable if a smidgen disappointing, but a habit of rejection however, that won't do at all.

Of course Crewel doesn't externalize those thoughts he just respects your wishes, but he's not exaggerating when he estimates that you both have sex nearly everyday. You both might tell the another not now, but more certainly there will be a later. Normally you and Crewel can't keep your hands off of each other. You both thought it was a honeymoon phase, but its been years at this point and you two just don't...stop... going at it.

Your relationship isn't only physical of course. Crewel loves you body and mind, so he's more than willing to adhere to your boundaries. He promised to love you in sickness and health, through thick and thin.

Early into the change he'll ask you if anything is wrong, and if there's anything he can do to help, make you feel more comfortable or reengage with you physically. If you open up to him and have a discussion about what's bothering you so much that you're withdrawing from him then you two can quickly get to the bottom of things together and resume intimacy with little issue, however, if you wave off his concerns all he'll say is that you're a "stubborn pet," but that he's there for you no matter what.

But he does actively try to seduce you in the mean time, and admittedly he gets really into the task. He's really unused to rejection so the opportunity to prove himself is a welcome challenge, to deliberately attract your gaze and demand your attention kinda turns him on. It's been years since you've played hard to get with him and he's more than up to the task or turning your head. He's too proud to beg so simple seduction is just what it is.

Crewel starts off simple, he walks around the house shirtless, maybe unbuttons the top few buttons of his dress shirts after he's home from school. He'll make sure to wear the clothes and sleepwear you find him the most irresistible in. But then he ups the ante by cooking you meals whenever he gets a chance.

Imagine Crewel in your kitchen, you sitting at the island, both of you splitting a bottle of wine while he works over the stove, his shirt a bit unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up to expose strong forearms and an apron tied at his waist. Then he comes to you cradling spoonful of sumptuous sauce and putting it to your lips asking you to tell him how it tastes. Now I personally would just have to give him head right then and there but if you're still not swayed he has a few more tricks up his sleeves.

(It's important to note while he tries his hand at seduction, Crewel has no expectations. He's just doing his best to make you want him and he's an alchemy expert so he's very good at trusting the process and not rushing results, even if his instincts his brain's internal nonstop directive to jump your bones and make you submit are telling him otherwise.)

Now maybe Crewel perceives that the reason you're not connecting with him physically is because your burdened with either your job or housework. Managing the latter is no problem, either he hires a maid or sets up some magical systems that help to tidy the house. Sure it's tedious but absolutely worth it when you ask him about how everything go so spotless and he tells you that he's handled it. The look of gratitude and awe on your features is so alluring to him. Oh he just wants you so bad! He's impatient to have your again but tries to remember good things come to those who wait.

He finds other activities to fill up your time together, maybe you start going to the gym, or reading together just things to make sure that if you aren't having sex, at least there's other form of connection and intimacy happening. And of course he looks insanely hot in gym clothes, which doesn't fail to make you blush and seeing other people eye him makes you want to stake your claim. And coincidentally, the books Crewel wants to read with you are all vaguely or intensely erotic in nature which has certainly gotten you hot and bothered on occasion.

And you'll honestly be so surprised as his willingness to give you space sexually that it's likely you who comes up to him about the missing intimacy in your relationship.

Honestly your knowledge of his playboy past has you thinking he might have found someone else. You see how often he gets hit on by perfect strangers when you're literally right next to him. It wouldn't be hard in the slightest for him to find someone else to meet his needs. But then you realize that he's hardly away from you, if anything the two of you are continuing to connect with each other.

When you apologize to him about not being more in the mood and not initiating sex he's genuinely taken aback. It hasn't been more than a few weeks. He'll tell you that you have nothing to apologize for, though he appreciates your awareness. He understands that everyday is a bit much but is happy to work with you to find middle ground.

"Oh puppy its my fault for tiring you out. Nearly everyday for years...perhaps we were due for a reset. How about you tell me how you'd like things to go from here on out? Speak now or forever hold your peace pet. You know I'm seldom willing to make changes, but for you and this beautiful body, I do just about anything."

[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

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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.

[wakacchi]

"Itterasshai~" (-ｪ-)｡o

Get the full kareshi sensation at my ko-fi!

[twst-shenanigans]

twst Incorrect quote #336

Vargas: “Hey Crewel. What would you like for Christmas?”

Crewel: “A f*ckin break.”

Vargas: “I meant for the secret Santa…”

[twistedwonderworm]

Beg for it (TWST NSFW)

Pairing: Divus Crewel x M!reader

Warnings: Begging, orgasm denial

Word Count: 383

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It was so easy. So very easy to make Y/N submit like the good little dog he was. Here he was, alone with Divus and sitting in his lap. The edge of the desk pressed into his back but the pain mixed pleasantly with the pleasure that the teacher was giving him.

Divus was lazily stroking Y/N's cock, teasing the head with his thumb whenever he could.

Y/N whined and tried to buck into Divus's hand but whenever he did so, his lover would completely remove his hand. Y/N's whines brought a smirk to Divus's face.

"I'm sorry, puppy," the older male said, though he didn't look or sound sorry. "But all dogs need to be trained to behave. Just because you submit to me doesn't mean you're trained. You are still a bad puppy sometimes."

Y/N whined, his cock was painfully hard and was twitching when Divus wrapped his hand back around it, "P-please let me cum, s-sir~" it hurts so much~"

Divus licked his lips, slowly teasing a single finger around Y/N's tip, "Do you promise to be a good boy if I let you cum~?"

Y/N nodded, biting his lip, "I'll be so good for you and I'll do what you say, so please let me cum, sir~" He begged shamelessly.

Divus started stroking his lover again, looking like he was going to take pity on his lover. However just as he was about to push him over the edge, Divus stopped and Y/N nearly started crying.

"Darling, as much as I love hearing you beg, I want to hear it more so you're in for a long night." Divus smirked cruelly.

[egurt]

"daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird"

Trein,Crewel,Sam (separataly) x gn!reader

summary: reader is tired, they noticed. basically father figures headcanons¿

‼️ English isn't my first language (⁠・⁠–⁠・⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ strictly platonic!!!!reader is yuu. this is my old draft i hope it is as good as i remember

To be honest, all of this was starting to irritate you. Your friends' endless overblots, their indifference to your problems… Hell, they don't even ask how you're doing! None of them! And you're practically fainting from overwork and poor nutrition. Although it's not their fault that you have such a disgusting daily routine and lifestyle, right? But they could at least ask for the sake of decency.

The inaction of the Headmage was also getting on your nerves. This useless parody of a principal was diligently (no) trying to pretend that he was trying to find a way to get you home, but you seemed to have completely resigned yourself to the fact that this would never happen. And Crowley still had the courage to call you to his office every Friday, ask how your studies are going, knowing full well that everything is terrible, give you three and a half yen for living expenses and forcibly throw you out of his office! By the way, you haven't heard from him for a long time.. Is he on vacation again!? What a jerk-!

In general: You are tired. Very. Very much. It's like your friends don't care, you will never see your family again, and you have two hryvnias and one kopeck for living expenses.

Although, even if you think that no one notices your exhaustion, you are wrong.

Someone did notice.

Mozus Trein.

The old man has a nose for teenage problems, he is a real father, one of the few teachers, if not the only one, who has children

who had..

in general, he knows how depressed children behave. Experience!

"Perfect." - a male voice, this time imbued with a previously unfamiliar warmth, tears you out of your stream of thoughts. You raise your head only to see that you are left with your precious professor all alone in the classroom. It takes you a few seconds to realize that they are talking to you and that the room is empty.

The professor looks at you, the tense frown on his face softens when your eyes meet. - "It seems you spend too much time with Kingscholar, he is a bad influence on you, you are already starting to fall asleep during my lectures." - Trein shakes his head, but his tone is light, as if he is trying to joke.

"Ah…" - you straighten up, rubbing your eyes, trying to get rid of a horse dose of fatigue. - ".. I'm sorry, Professor, too much workload lately."

Trein puts his fingers on his chin and closes his eyes. - "Let me ask what kind of workload? I can't remember me burying you in too many assignments? Is Crewel being too harsh with you? Maybe I should figure it out-.."

"No, absolutely not!!" - you rush to interrupt him, waving your hands. - "Professor Crewel is not to blame for anything! It's Crowley who is piling a lot of work on me."

"Hm."

After that, you very clearly felt the difference between what kind of workload you had before and what you have now.

Unbeknownst to everyone, Trein was softer, more gentle and affectionate towards you: He praised you more often, called you to him after classes just to chat and relax, to talk about your problems.

It's so warm and cozy next to him, as if you were sitting by the fireplace under a fluffy knitted blanket, sipping ginger tea with milk.

He's your outlet, the one you can come to in any state and he will give you that parental love and care that you so lack.

Oh, how he misses his daughters.

10/10 ideal father figure.

Divus Crewel.

"Pup, come to me after class." - Crewel's voice, like a whip, cuts through the concentrated silence of the classroom. His tone sounds like a threat, a question rushes through your head: what have you done? Your classmates cast sympathetic glances at you, as if they have already sung the last verse for your soul.

But you silently fulfill the request, as always. When the classroom was empty at the end of the lesson,Crewel with some suspiciously serious and displeased look, which looked too much even for him, crossed his legs and looked at you so persistently and intensely that you could practically physically feel a hole being burned inside you.

"You… wanted something, Professor?" - you ask, awkwardly playing with the sleeves of your shirt, which is unforgivably big on you.

"I'd like to know what's going on with you." - Crewel begins. - "When you first came here, I could write off your shortcomings and mistakes to the fact that you're new to this world and just adapting, but now… You've been here for two years and you still make the stupidest mistakes in my lessons." - The professor leans back in his chair, twirling his pen between his fingers. - "But you're not stupid and I know it. So the only explanation for your sloppy approach is… fatigue." - The man concludes, looking at you with either condemnation or regret, it's hard to say.

You rush to come up with empty excuses, to tell the professor that everything is fine, that nothing bothers you, that it seems to him, but he covers you up faster, before you can utter a word: - "Let me guess, a ragged parrot is unable to take care of his most valuable student?" - He sees how you immediately quiet down, confirming his point.

"I see. So, listen to me, pup." - Crewel says,a little softer than his original commanding tone. - "If you need anything, then don't be shy, come to me."

He worries about you, sincerely worries. But what angers him most is the fact that Crowley is the reason for your fatigue.

Crewel almost killed Crowley after your conversation, he was ready to rip out all the feathers of this pigeon, for the way he behaves.

Why does Crowley avoid you when he sees you next to the professor?

He will not treat you in any special way in class, at least, he thinks so.

Crewel himself does not notice how he speaks to you much more tenderly and softly than to the others. The way he unconsciously ruffles your hair like you're some little animal, the way he turns a blind eye to some stupid mistake while checking your test, for which he would mercilessly take a couple of points off if it were another student.

You like chatting with him, especially gossiping. He turns out to be a very good friend, haha. But his advice, despite all his tenderness and warmth towards you, is quite harsh and firm.

"You need to be firmer." or "Don't let them treat you like that. You're not some kind of dirty mutt, right?"

8/10 great father figure, but maybe he shouldn't coddle you in front of everyone, it's not professional! Although, who cares? 10/10.

Sam. why doesn't he have a card yet(

You stood at the counter, looking as pathetic as you could, staring at your planned purchases - tuna for Grim and a couple of packs of instant noodles. You didn't have enough money. You really didn't.

Sam could have sworn he almost burst into tears right there on the spot along with you, just from looking at your saddened face. - "Hey, hey, wait-!" Sam reaches across the counter to grab your sleeve before you can leave without buying anything. - "I'll give it to you for free!"

You blink at him, not quite sure if he's serious or not, because well… it's Sam. But he's dead serious. - "Really..?"

The man exhales, completely taken aback by your innocent charm. - "Yeah, really." - And at that moment Sam was ready to give you all the treasures of his shop, just to see how a spark of joy flashes in your eyes, how a bright, sincere smile blossoms on your lips, and how you, infinitely grateful, shower him with gratitude.

He would like to see more often how your tired face lights up with a smile.

Sam knows firsthand about your money problems, the fucking bird does not give you enough!

He is ready to offer you a part-time job in his shop.

Believe me, he will pay you much more than Crowley.

He absolutely gives you generous discounts, and when he feels especially generous, he can even give the goods for free, if it is a food item. (Just don't tell the other students, otherwise they will get even more impudent!)

Sam thinks that he can do little to help, not imagining how happy you are that you can eat something other than miserable noodles.

He's too young to be a father! At least that's what he told you. But he's willing to put up with being an older brother or a cool uncle. So 7/10 father figure, 10/10 cool uncle

[22ayla21]

A Little Muse in a Big Workshop

He was accustomed to order and discipline, but when his daughter inherited his design talent, he had to reconsider his views on creativity and chaos.

Divus Crewel always valued order. His workshop was a temple of discipline, a place where every ribbon, every button, every fabric had its strictly defined place. Symmetry and refined style reigned here, where everything was under the control of his aesthetic eye. But his daughter, a little darling with bottomless eyes and a restless spirit, turned this perfectly organized corner into her personal kingdom of chaos.

From the very morning, Divus realized that he wouldn't be able to work in silence today. As soon as he entered his workshop, he was met with something resembling a battlefield between a couturier and a natural disaster. Scraps of expensive fabrics lay scattered on the floor, colorful ribbons were strewn everywhere, and his best collection of buttons was scattered all over the room, like a mosaic of chaos.

And in the center of this madness, proudly perched on one of his work tables, was she – his daughter. She held a piece of golden fabric in her hands, wrapped around herself like a dress, and with a serious expression on her face, she examined her creation in the mirror.

"Daddy, do you like it?" she asked, genuinely admiring her own work.

Divus took a deep breath, fighting the inner desire to immediately start cleaning up, but then he looked at her shining face, her eyes burning with enthusiasm – and his strict heart trembled. He knew this fire. He himself burned with it once, starting his journey as a designer.

"It's... unusual," he replied cautiously, coming closer to examine her "creation."

She nodded enthusiastically.

"I wanted to make something amazing! Look, you can add feathers here, and buttons here!" she grabbed another skein of threads and deftly wrapped it around her waist.

Divus Crewel, the legendary fashion designer, a man who valued order and style, realized that he had lost. His workshop no longer belonged to him alone. Now it was a place where his little daughter was exploring the world of fashion, where her boundless imagination was tearing his perfectionism to shreds. And he couldn't be angry.

Instead, he sat down next to her, took the scissors, and carefully trimmed the fabric on her outfit.

"If you've decided to go into design, you need to do it right," he said with a sigh. "Let me show you a few tricks."

Her delighted squeal was the best reward.

That day, Crewel's workshop didn't drown in chaos – it simply found a new life.

[syerra-637]

The warmth of Winter (Divus Crewel x reader)

A/N: I wanted to write this story for a neutral reader (GN reader), but since French is a highly gendered language (even objects have a gender ☠), and I write my fics first in French before translating them, some passages might give the impression that the reader is a woman. If you find any, please let me know so I can correct them. Trigger warnings: Honestly, none, just fluff. Synopsis: It’s winter vacation, the holiday season has passed, and you and your partner are enjoying a quiet morning before having to return to work. Word count: 1.5k

Divus wakes up gently, as usual, between 7 and 8 a.m. His eyelids open slowly, allowing his eyes to adjust to the dim light that envelops the room. The heavy curtains drawn shut plunge the bedroom into a peaceful, almost timeless darkness.

He remains still for a moment, lying on his back, listening to the muffled silence surrounding him. Then, with deliberate slowness, he sits up, resting on the edge of the bed. His gaze naturally drifts to you, still asleep, your face half-buried in the pillow. A soft smile spreads across his lips.

Taking care not to disturb your sleep, Divus carefully moves the thick blankets covering him and places his bare feet on the cold wooden floor. The contrast of the chill makes him shiver slightly, but he doesn’t mind. Yet, just as he’s about to get up, he feels a pressure on his arm.

Surprised, he turns his head to find you, half-awake, eyes half-closed, your hand wrapped around his wrist. Your lips move to murmur a few words, but your mumbled speech is indistinct, lost in a sleepy breath. Divus watches you for a moment, a look of amused tenderness in his eyes.

“Darling, I can’t understand you. Can you repeat that?” he whispers softly.

Divus pauses, amused by your pouty expression, as you seem to gather your strength to speak a bit louder and clearer. “What time is it?” you finally ask, this time distinctly.

He glances at the clock on the wall. The dim light makes it hard to read the hands, but he estimates the time. “Around 7:30,” he replies calmly. “Go back to sleep.”

You grumble a faint, “You don’t have to tell me twice,” before turning over and closing your eyes again. Divus watches you for a moment, a tender smile on his lips. Your peaceful figure, nestled under the blankets, warms his heart.

Finally, he rises cautiously, careful not to let the floorboards creak under his steps, and leaves the bedroom, closing the door gently behind him.

Descending the grand marble staircase, he is greeted by a sight that draws a silent laugh from him: the two Dalmatians bounding joyfully at his appearance, their tails wagging energetically in the air. “Good morning, you two,” he murmurs, kneeling to pet them. The dogs press against him, their infectious enthusiasm making him smile even more.

After a few moments spent cuddling them, Divus stands and heads to the kitchen. The faint scent of polished wood and yesterday’s cold coffee lingers in the air. He begins preparing breakfast, rummaging through the cupboards for bread, fruit, and eggs. He also fills the dogs’ bowls, adding a small treat that sparks another wave of excitement from them.

After finishing breakfast preparations and feeding the dogs, Divus takes a moment for himself. He heads back upstairs, takes a quick shower, and dresses in something comfortable yet elegant, ready for the day.

He then makes his way to his study, a cozy room with shelves full of books, a large window letting in soft light, and a sturdy wooden desk. Settling into his chair, he pulls out a stack of papers to grade.

The first few minutes pass without incident, but soon, a grimace forms on his face. “Oh, dear,” he thinks, reading a response riddled with errors.

He sighs and continues his task, though each paper seems worse than the last. The thought of writing constructive comments fills him with mild despair, but he perseveres.

Then a familiar sound catches his attention: light footsteps descending the stairs. A smile forms on his lips. You’re finally up. He imagines your still-sleepy look, the dogs joyfully trotting behind you.

Minutes pass, and as he expected, he hears footsteps again, this time climbing the stairs. Accompanied by the clicking of the Dalmatians’ claws on the floor, you head straight for his study. Divus lifts his head from the papers just in time to hear three soft knocks on the door.

“Come in, darling,” he says warmly.

The door creaks open gently, and your face appears, radiant despite your recent awakening. The two dogs rush past you, eagerly resting their muzzles on Divus’s knees, hoping for more pets. He chuckles softly at the scene.

“Well, did you sleep well?” he asks, setting down his pen and turning fully to welcome you into his little haven.

“Mhm,” you nod softly, settling into the chair across from his desk. Crossing your legs, you gaze at him for a moment, your head slightly tilted.

“Are you planning to spend the whole day working?” you finally ask, a hint of disapproval in your voice. The thought of him staying cooped up in his study doesn’t sit well with you.

Divus lifts his head from the papers and gives you an amused look. “No, I’m almost done,” he assures you, a smile spreading across his lips.

Satisfied but not entirely convinced, you stand and move closer to him. Standing behind his chair, you rest a light hand on his shoulder and lean slightly to glance at the paper atop the stack of graded work.

Your gaze lingers on the red marks scattered across the page, circling words, crossing out sentences, and occasionally leaving sharp comments in the margins. You can’t help but smirk. “Wow, this one’s going to get a terrible grade,” you murmur, pointing at the paper.

Divus chuckles softly, a deep and warm sound. “Trust me, it’s well-deserved. Sometimes I wonder if they even read the instructions or just make them up as they go.”

Shaking your head, amused, you continue to scan the corrections for a moment.

“I think I’ll take the dogs out for a walk. Just around the block, maybe to the park,” you say thoughtfully, bringing a finger to your lips as if the idea just crossed your mind.

Divus glances up at you, his expression half-serious, half-amused. “In this cold? Be careful with them; I don’t want them coming back with frostbitten, damaged paws.”

You nod, smiling at his protective tone. You crouch down to Perdita and Pongo, your two Dalmatians, who had settled near the radiator, basking in its gentle warmth.

“We’re going for… a walk?” you announce, pausing deliberately before the last word to build a little anticipation.

The moment the word “walk” escapes your lips, the two dogs leap to their feet, their overflowing excitement manifesting in joyful barks and frantically wagging tails. You laugh at their enthusiasm and quickly head downstairs, the dogs bounding ahead of you with boundless energy.

In the entryway, you pull on a thick coat and boots, trying to calm the dogs enough to attach their leashes. Once ready, you step out into the crisp morning air.

The walk is peaceful, the streets still quiet, and the sharp cold leaves a rosy tint on your cheeks. The dogs trot happily beside you, sniffing every corner with curiosity. Everything goes smoothly until their eyes lock on a cat nonchalantly crossing the street. In perfect synchrony, Perdita and Pongo lunge on their leashes, ready to give chase.

“Oh no, not this!” you exclaim, tightening your grip and managing to hold them back with some effort.

Thankfully, the cat quickly disappears, and the dogs eventually calm down. You finish the walk without further incidents and return home.

Stepping inside, the warm air instantly comforts you. Divus is in the living room, comfortably seated on the couch, his eyes fixed on the TV. He turns his head upon hearing the door open and smiles as he sees you, accompanied by the two dogs joyfully trotting beside you.

He gets up to greet you, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. “So, how did it go?” he asks, glancing affectionately at Perdita and Pongo.

You recount the incident with the cat, which draws an amused laugh from him. As he listens, he bends down to pet the dogs, who seem delighted by the attention. “You two are absolutely incorrigible,” he murmurs to them, his tone filled with fondness.

Straightening up, he hands you a cup of tea he had prepared while waiting for you. “Here, to warm you up.”

You accept it gratefully, savoring the thoughtful gesture and the warmth of your home.

You smile as you watch him head toward the kitchen, his movements relaxed and his demeanor full of tenderness. “What do you want for lunch?” he asks, glancing back at you, his eyes sparkling with affection.

A wave of warmth washes over you, contrasting with the biting cold still lingering outside. This house, these moments, these little daily rituals… they form a cocoon that shields you from the world’s storms.

You glance at the dogs, now curled up near the radiator as if their boundless energy from the walk was a distant memory. The house’s silence is punctuated by the familiar sounds of Divus in the kitchen, the clinking of plates, and the soft whistle of a kettle.

And at that precise moment, a pure, unshakable joy fills you. An infinite, indelible joy, as though nothing and no one could ever extinguish this inner light. You close your eyes for a moment, etching this scene into your memory.

You know life is never perfect, full of ups and downs, but here, in this bubble of love and tranquility, everything feels exactly as it should.

[littlegaalaxy]

Teacher's Pet

♡⃕ Relationship} Divus Crewel x Student! Fem! Reader

♡⃕ Summary} "You are Divus' pet"

♡⃕ TW.} Student and teacher relationship; Age gap (Reader is 18 and Divus is 32); Sub/Dom Dynamics; Light pet play and suggestions for oral sex

♡⃕ Notes} English is not my first language, there may be mistakes. This is my first fic, so it's simpler

It was an afternoon like any other at Night Raven College. The hallways were silent, except for the sound of hurried footsteps as some students ran to their classes. [Name] walked slowly towards the Potions room, the place where she spent most of her time. She was shy, almost invisible to her classmates, and even with her small and harmless appearance, there was something about her that no one suspected.

While other students struggled to understand the complicated art of potions, [Name] always stood out. Even though she was terrible in class, she always got top marks on her tests. It was something that many murmured suspiciously, but no one ever had the courage to question it directly. After all, how could such a dull girl excel at something so difficult?

The answer lay in the secret that she and Divus Crewel, the strict and elegant Potions professor, kept with extreme care. The truth was, [Name] was more than just a student. When the doors to the room closed and the lights went out, she transformed into what Crewel affectionately called his "puppy." The bond between them went far beyond the teacher-student relationship. She obeyed Divus's every command, whether inside or outside the classroom, like a faithful pet.

Once, after an exhausting class, as the other students left with frustrated murmurs about the complex potions they needed to memorize, [Name] fell behind, as always. Divus gave her a sharp look, adjusting the fur coat over his shoulders elegantly. He knew she would stay. It always was.

"Close the door, [Name]" his voice was calm, but with an implicit order.

She obeyed without question, locking the room. The sound of the key turning in the lock seemed to seal the secret they both shared. When she turned around, Divus was watching her with those piercing eyes that both intimidated and fascinated her.

"You know why you get such good grades, don't you?" he asked, walking towards her. [Name] nodded, her heart racing.

"Yes, master" she whispered, her eyes lowered, avoiding eye contact.

He smiled, that smile of someone who is in complete control of the situation. Divus was impeccable in everything he did, whether in the classroom or how he handled his "animals". And [Name] was his most precious “puppy”.

“Then kneel,” he ordered softly.

Without hesitation, [Name] obeyed, kneeling before him. To the outside world, she was just an ordinary student, but inside that room, she was from Divus. Totally, unconditionally.

<3

[blues824]

But Mc having the holidays blues like really bad(I have them especially since I moves out, and live with roommates) it gets depressing, so instead of the Mc(reader) going with one of the students they go with the teachers and spend the holidays with them at their home!

Thanks for turning on anon! 🙇‍♀️💗

No problem!

You requested: Holiday Blues (slight pun because of my name lol)

Dire Crowley

His apartment was rather depressing, shrouded in black and darker colors. However, you help him decorate appropriately for the holidays. He makes you hot chocolate because he is just so kind, and he is definitely the kind of person to use his magic to lift you up so that you could place the star on the top of the tree.

This man acts like he did so much work, letting out a huge sigh as he sits down on his couch with a loud, dad-like groan. You rolled your eyes before taking his empty mug and washing it in the sink. While you’re doing that, he sneaks off to grab a present, and he slides it onto the counter when he comes back. It had your name in metallic ink, and was written in matte black wrapping paper.

Inside was a small golden locket key chain, and the sentimentality of it was what brought you to tears. You hadn’t received a present in a while, and so tears fell as you kind of just leaned into his shoulder. He didn’t really know what to do, so he awkwardly wrapped his arms around you and patted your back gently, and you just cried softly.

Divus Crewel

If anyone was more likely to take you in like he would a child to help you feel better about the holiday season, it would be this man. You would spend a lot of time with him, shopping and wrapping gifts for the other staff members. He makes sure to keep you distracted so that you have no time to mope about and wallow in self-pity, even if that’s all you want to do.

You help him decorate his apartment as well, and each ornament he has belongs in the color-theme he selected for this year, which was black, white, gold, and a splash of red. He, too, used his magic to lift you up so that you could place it on top of the tree. This is also a time where you learned that Professor Crewel preferred to remain well-dressed even in the comfort of his own home.

When he gave you your present, it had a well-written card on it. He told you how proud he was of you and how far you had come, and you didn’t even get to the gift itself before you started crying. He opened his arms to you, and you ran into them, sniffling your tears away. He placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head to comfort you, holding you as a moment of silence took hold.

Ashton Vargas

His apartment was… unique. His living room didn’t have a couch, but rather was a gym itself, despite the apartment complex having a gym. He claimed that they didn’t have the equipment he needed, and he kept you on an exercise regimen during your stay ‘so that you wouldn’t slack off.’ In reality, he didn’t know what to do about your seasonal depression, but he knows exercise can help, and he offers to exercise alongside you.

There’s not a lot of room to put up a tree, so you instead decorate the equipment stands, and you place the gifts that you wrap onto the treadmill that he owns. His kitchen has a few holiday-themed things, and you put lights on top of his cabinets so that the lights will shine onto the walls. It was simple, but it worked and spirited the place a bit more.

Coach’s gift to you was a few gift cards to a few different places in the town below NRC, as he didn’t know what you or Grim would have liked. He freaks out when you start crying, but you say, through sobs, that it was from being grateful. It had been a while since you saw someone as a family figure, and you were glad that he was the one.

Mozus Trein

When he had invited you to his house for the holidays, you were low-key kind of expecting a dungeon. Lo and behold, it was a small but warm and welcoming house. You met his two daughters, and they were very happy to meet you. They became your older sisters, in a sense, with how quickly they accepted you as their family.

A tree was decorated in the corner of the living room, and everyone sat gathered. Presents were passed out, and you were going about in a circle, unwrapping one present each. You were aware that you would be meeting your professor’s daughters, so you made sure to get them some gift cards, as you did not want to show up empty-handed. Trein told you that they would understand, but you were pretty adamant.

Eventually, it got to you, and you unwrapped the one from Mozus, him looking at you with an amused look. Inside of it were a few books to read in your free time that reminded him of you, and each of them had a message that he wrote within them. One of those messages was detailing how proud he was to call you one of his students, and that Lucius even liked you, and you wrapped your arms around him and started crying. He returned the favor, hugging you as though you were his child, and your newfound sisters joined in on the hug as well. Family hug.

Sam

He didn’t go home for the holidays, and opted to stay at the Shop because there were students who still needed things. That being said, he did invite you to celebrate in the shop with him. He’s kind of like your cousin with how close you two were. Anyway, you decided to help him decorate the shop appropriately, as it was feeling a bit dull in there. Lights lined the corners of the walls and the edges of the shelves, making it more festive.

The back of the shop looked similar, but there was a tree back there as well. His friends on the other side helped him decorate it, as well as you and Grim. It had a bunch of different colors, but it was able to portray the different personalities between the multitude of you. You smiled with nostalgia lining your lips at the star on top, and you had a feeling you were going to make it through this season unscathed.

Sam could tell that this time of year was hard on you, and it wouldn’t do any good for his little imp if they were to feel horrible by themselves. He didn’t really like this season either, but it brought in a bunch of sales, so he wasn’t going to complain. He would just invite you over to the shop so that you both could suffer together, and that suffering turned into joy as you joke around with each other while decorating.

[globalrebrand]

(DILF and DILF in Spirit) Romance Headcanons

Eric Venue and Divus Crewel!

Warnings: Not Sfw, fluff

Some insight into how these two very sexy men view love and intimacy.

Eric Venue

Background/General

Has been out of the dating game since he had Vil. Sure Eric had the occasional and extremely discreet fling, but certainly not a serious partner. He's very much so of the mindset that he would only introduce a lover to Vil if he's sure they have a future together and definitely not until his son is completely independent

And of course Vil's approval is really make or break in the whole situation. Admittedly Eric is really apprehensive about introducing Vil to his partner because he's terrified that he'll come to like you and even love you and Vil won't approve and then it would have to be over. He takes his responsibilities as a parent very very seriously.

Eric wants a partner who is mature and patient, but also warm and lively. Someone who understands where he is in life and is maybe in a similar position, successful, ambitious etc, but has a good sense of balance between work and play.

Definitely doesn't have a fixation on dating younger people, maybe someone 30 at the youngest, since he's likely in his early to mid 40s.

And while he's totally comfortable with a partner who doesn't want kids, Eric wouldn't mind having another child or two and getting to do the family thing again. Vil grew up far too fast for his liking and he's just sure Vil would be a great older brother!

Eric is very future oriented. Casual relationships don't look good to the press so he avoids them, so if he's dating you its because he can imagine marriage and would like to take your relationship to the next level in due time.

Dates/Activities

Eric will suggest late night dinners at the most luxurious establishments, renting a museum for a few hours after close so you two can have the galleries to yourselves, VIP tickets to concerts, whatever indulgent experience you could want, but he would be just as happy with a casual lunch or walk in the park. It's just that because of his celebrity status those things aren't as easy as they seem.

Movie nights are a big deal in the Schoenheit household, and Eric takes them very seriously. He wouldn't be the level of star that he is without a deep and profound love of film. Don't fall asleep when he shows you one his favorites, but please cuddle up to him. It's been so long since he's experienced physical intimacy like this.

He's very demonstrative in public, nothing that could be considered remotely indecent but he will hold your hand, keep his arm around your waist, kiss your lips, cheeks, nose whatever he can reach. Eric is just so happy to have someone he's so excited about.

When he does decide to introduce you to the public as his partner it's likely when an engagement is already on the table. Paparazzi will have a field day with catching the two of you out getting ice cream and being sweetly sidled up next to each other. Or having a riveting conversation over a candlelit dinner. They'll aspire to catch you doing more provocative things as well, but Eric is incredibly mindful of his public reputation so any remotely lewd activity has to be done far from prying eyes.

Sex/Intimacy (not sfw)

Eric wants to be spoiled. He works tirelessly on producing new projects, acting and being an involved father, having a partner who is happy to be in control from time to time would make him so happy.

He's as generous in the bedroom as he is in daily life (distinctly not in his role as a producer) so he'll be happy to return whatever pleasure you bestow upon him. Eric also likes to be told what to do. He's too old to guess what you want, clear communication in the bedroom his endlessly sexy to him. You want him to massage you? Done. You want to sit on his face? Have a seat. You want to ride him? Make yourself at home. You want him to hit it from the back? Of course. He'll happily do it, you just needed to ask.

However he does love to be worshiped, by his partner. Kiss every inch of his skin, caress his muscles, tell him he's sexy, it drives him crazy. Of course he hears those things all the time from his fans and admirers, but Eric is reasonably humble and takes all of the fan appreciation with a grain of salt. Hearing that he's wonderful and sexy from someone who actually knows him is infinitely more gratifying.

Use him, seven please. Take whatever pleasure you want from him, it makes him so happy to know that he can please someone so throughly. Tell him how good he's making your feel, how much you love feeling him inside you. He wants you to ride him into the sunset really. He works so hard, he deserves to have someone else call the shots. But nothing too rough or intense, his face and body are important assets after all.

Eric loves to see his partner in lingerie being catered to by sexy person in pretty pastel lace is all he wants, so please make his dreams a reality. He's not too hard to please in this regard just make sure it comes from somewhere nice and please don't forget things like garter belts and stockings.

Divus Crewel

Background/General

Divus is stubborn and has problems relinquishing control in a relationship. In theory he wants his equal but he is apprehensive about dating a partner who doesn't depend on him because in that scenario he can't be fully confident that they would obey him completely. Of course he outgrows this need for strict control over his partner, but his initial impulse is to find someone obedient, but he gets frustrated because also finds an obedient partner super boring and gravitates to more established independent people.

Once Divus finds his match, someone, strong, self-reliant confident and unwilling to be dominated by him, but rather challenges him and helps him grow into a more flexible and tolerant individual he'll be absolutely smitten.

Divus needs to be impressed by his partner, not because they're perfect, but because he provides a lot of respect towards the people he admires. In past relationships he the only things be admired about his partner was their ability to listen to his instructions, but not their ability to think for themselves which ultimately made him not respect them.

But Crewel does best with a partner who doesn't directly challenge him, like he doesn't want someone confrontational or intense in the same way he is. Someone who can ask good reflective questions, provide wisdom and make him feel seen is the kind of partner who will have the greatest impact on him.

Dates/Activities

Let him take you shopping please. It will be an all day activity, while clothing, shoes and accessories are naturally his favorite things to shop for he's happy to tag along if you need furniture, appliances etc., really whatever you need Crewel is eager to look with you and make sure you only purchase the best of the best. Divus is indulgent but not frivolous.

Concerts, museums etc. Divus is connoisseur of manner of fine arts, but don't let his fastidious nature fool you. He's just as happy at a rock concert as he is a symphony concerto.

Whatever the Twisted Wonderland equivalent of Formula One is, Divus is a huge fan, beautiful cars racing and maneuvering. You will definitely have to come with him to races on occasion. Don't worry you'll have the most luxurious seats he can buy, don't fret.

If you're a dog person/dog owner then there will be many dog adjacent dates, going to a dog friendly brewery? A day at the dog beach? A hike with the pups? The possibilities are endless.

When you two get serious weekend trips become one of Divus’ favorite things to do with you. Spending a brief stint in a new locale just enough time to explore but not enough to get bored is his ideal way to spend a weekend. If it’s a dog friendly trip, even better!

Sex/Intimacy (not sfw)

He's learning how to be more giving. He certainly doesn't hate reciprocating but he needs to fight himself on the idea that his lover needs to earn their pleasure vs. he should just give it to them freely.

And you do deserve it, he is just used to some intense power play dynamics where he's unilaterally on top and in control. And Crewel finds that the more he likes you, the less he wants to degrade you. Good puppies to deserve pets and treats, in moderation of course so they don't become too spoiled but he can't help but want to spoil you from time to time.

If you happen to be a generous giver it will in turn make Crewel more eager to give. He certainly enjoys to be spoiled and he does indeed believe that he's worthy of your worship. He should certainly incentivize you.

Through his partner he learns that he's ok with not always being in control, especially if you lavish him with praise. And it's important to make the distinction that the praise can't be basic or low effort. Really tell him what you admire about him and he'll be good at returning the favor.

He will like a little bit of bondage on your end, and he's not opposed to trying it but be forewarned he will be an absolute brat about it.

Divus gets very turned on my really nice lingerie, but absolutely turned off by cheap shit. Do not pull up in a tacky or overly vulgar set, he'd honestly tell you that you look like a hooker and that the attire was beneath you.

Shopping for lingerie is like foreplay to him, having you try on set after set, really gets him going. Fun tip, if you match your jewelry to your lingerie he'll go absolutely feral.

He's going to want to spank you from time to time. Not necessarily because you did anything wrong, though that does happen. Often it'll be a way of relieving stress if you'll allow him to.

He’s still a dom, but what he enjoys about domination shifts, he used to really like the control aspect but now he’s a big fan of the fact you trust him so much to let him have his way with your body.

[domxmarvel]

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Prompt:M-Maid

You were a maid for the illustrious fashion designer, Divus Crewel.You were his maid. The best maid he had and his favoritism for you was clear.  Because of that you were often picked on by other workers in his mansion. This occasion,another maid tripped you. She giggled as she walked away. You were on your hands and knees, letting out a sigh.. and then there were heavy footsteps, stopping in front of you.

“Oh, dear. Little puppy, get off the floor, will you? It’s quite unsanitary.” That voice. It was him. Divus Crewel,he reached out his hand for you to take. You stood up,you were soaking wet since you had been carrying a bucket of water when the other woman tripped you. 

"I apologize,I'll clean this up right away"

“Now now, I wouldn’t have you clean up when you were just tripped. You are not at fault here,I’ll send someone else to clean this up” He looks at his watch. “It’s time for your break. Come with me, please.”

"Yes sir" you followed behind him,still self conscious of the water that you were dripping everywhere. He led you to a small room. It was his office. He opened the door for you.

“Please sit. I have some questions.” He sat down as well. He started with the simple ones first. “Now, what were you doing, puppy?”

"The entrance floor was dirty,so I was on my way to clean it"

“And who tripped you?” He asked as if he knew everything that happened in this mansion.

"The new maid,the one with red hair. I don't know why but I don't think she likes me. "You did have one idea,the other maids were always talking about how you had to be Divus' favorite maid. That he always praised you and never once got angry at you. But you didn't want to tell him the reason,it was too embarrassing. He stared at you for a few seconds. He was contemplating his next actions.

“Have other maids treated you this way before?” He wanted to know if this was a recurring problem and if he needed to punish more than one person. His expression did change to a serious one. One you haven’t seen before. You felt like a dog. He was your owner.. your master. The one who kept you in check. Someone you had to listen to.

"No" You lied.

“Hm. I see.” He put his hand under his chin. “Stay here in my office while I attend to this matter.”

"Could I just get changed,I'm starting to get cold" the water in your clothes had become cold and you were shivering. You soon felt something over your shoulders,his coat.

“Ah, yes. Of course you may get changed. My bad, puppy. I should’ve noticed earlier that you were shivering. Here,I'll be back to take you to your room soon” He placed the fur coat he was wearing on top of you. It was incredibly soft. A slight chill went up your spine when he referred to you as ”puppy”.

"Thank you" you weren't sure if you were even supposed to wear his fur coat. Your face turned red,not knowing how to react.

“There. You should be nice and warm now, right?” He asked. His question was a genuine, curious tone. Then he smiled at you. You noticed that his eyes were quite piercing and sharp. No one else was quite like it.

“Yes,but should I really be?”

“Yes.. you can wear my coat. After all, I do call you my favorite.” You blushed even more,you looked up at him,silently asking if he was honest with you. His smile widened to one of amusement. He was aware that his words made you blush.

“Is it a problem.. that I am calling you that?” You just shook your head 

“Good. Little puppy.” He smiled. You were a little taken aback at first, but soon felt a sense of comfort as he spoke to you. The coat was still on you. It was quite comfy and warm. “Now, I am going to go speak to that girl. Please wait here while I do.”  He left and you pulled his coat tightly around your body,you couldn't help but smell it,it smelled just like him. The door closed. You were in his office all by yourself. You couldn’t help but notice how comfy and warm the coat was.. and it had hints of his scent. You weren’t sure what to do next. Should you wait for him.. or should you explore his office a bit. You stayed put,curling your body and covering yourself with his coat. You kept smelling it,his smell was just intoxicating. Wherever he was close to you,you couldn't focus on anything else other than how good he smells. You were obsessed with his smell. Sometimes you'd take one of his shirts when you got laundry duty,making sure to return them before he realized anything was missing. He never noticed his clothes missing,you were careful about returning them without someone seeing you. You were just content in the office, basking in the fact that you had his coat covering you and smelling it every now and then. Half an hour later, you noticed the door opened and he entered. He closed it behind him. His eyes were looking around, looking at you on the other end of the room, before he approached. “Puppy? Are you enjoying my jacket?” 

"Now I understand why you like it so much. It looks good but it's also pretty soft" He smiled at you. He didn’t mind you saying it.

“Oh, but the best part yet is that it smells like me. I am right, aren’t I? You like my scent very much.” He chuckled. He was right. The more you looked at him, the more he was right. Even though you didn’t want to admit it.. you were obsessed with his presence.

"Right" you avoided his eyes for a few seconds "you always smell so good" His nose twitched a little when you said that. You could tell it was quite the compliment to him.

“Aw, how sweet of you, my dear. It warms my heart.” He reached out and placed his hand on the tip of your head. You felt his other arm wrap around you, letting you feel his warmth. His voice was soothing and soft. He made you feel safe. Your back was pressed against him and you couldn’t help but lean into him.

“Little puppy, I have a request to make from you.” He said, looking down at you 

"Of course"

“From now on, my dear puppy, you shall be my personal maid. Just like all the other ones, you are to clean my residence. However, since you are my maid.. you will live here. With me. And you will follow me everywhere I go during the day.” He was serious. He didn’t say it in a mean way or anything. You were just in charge of his everyday needs. He trusted you. He trusted you with his safety. With his life. You nodded,leaning closer to him.He smiled at you. He was quite pleased. He lifted his other arm up, so you were basically hugging him. He started to play with your hair. His fingers slowly went through it and your face went scarlet. “Little puppy.” His voice was so.. intimate. Just hearing it made you shiver.

"Master" you leaned close,moving your head up so your face was close to his

“Good puppy.” You could him. It was sweet and fruity. It was intoxicating.He brought his lips close to your ears and whispered one word “mine.” The word was a command.. but you knew that. You were not to forget who was in charge here.

"Master,if I'm your puppy there's something I want,if I may" You decided to lean into what he wanted and you were so close,his scent filling your nose but you still wanted more.

“Your master is listening. What do you want, my little pup?”

"I want to smell you"

“Oh?” He gave you a slight smirk. He couldn’t believe that you said that. A maid asking to smell her master.. that was the first time he’d heard something like that. “And why do you want to smell me, my dear?”

"Well,if I'm your puppy I should act like one and that includes smelling you" you buried your face in his neck. His scent was absolutely intoxicating and all you could do was breathe it in. You felt his hand go to your hair again. He started to play with it slowly.

“I am flattered. I have never had a puppy who wanted to smell me of all things. What is it about my scent that makes you want to smell me, little pup?”

"May I speak freely?"

“Absolutely. You know that I want you to tell me everything. My ears are yours, little puppy. I am listening.”

"Your smell is absolutely intoxicating and I could stay in your neck for hours just smelling you" His body shivered at your words. He had never heard anything like that. You had become so infatuated with him that you wanted to be closer to him. You wanted to smell him all the time. To feel his presence. He was in awe of you. He took your hand.

“I am surprised. You are the first to ever tell me that. You are truly a good puppy.. an excellent one.” He smiled at you once more. “Do you enjoy being my puppy?” You buried your face in his neck,pressing a kiss against his neck. 

"Maybe I do," He chuckled. It was quite adorable. You were being playful now. You didn’t care. You just did whatever was on your mind.

“Little puppy, that was quite the kiss.” His arm slowly wrapped around you. He brushed your chin with it. “May I ask you a question, my little pup?”

"Of course master" He stayed quiet. His question really mattered to him so much so he didn’t want to mess up the wording. His eyes were dead focused on yours.

“Would you want me to make you mine, entirely? Body and spirit.” His lips moved into a line in a more serious way. It wasn’t a joke. He wasn’t playing with you. He wanted an answer from you. He wanted to make you his.

"I'm already yours,I have been since I first met you" He smiled at you. To him, those words meant the world. He was happy.. happier than he ever was before.

“And I’m going to make sure I claim you as mine, for the rest of our lives.” He slowly brought his lips to yours and planted a kiss on you, with passion and intent. It made your eyes flutter. You held onto him tightly,he pushed you onto the floor. His coat shielding your body from the cold floor. He slowly moved down to your neck, kissing it. His voice became deep and smooth and you could hear his heartbeat accelerating. It was a tender moment, but it was also quite serious. He started to move up your neck and kissed your lips. It wasn’t a playful kiss, it was passionate. Like this was the beginning of something,something new. Something different. Your hands moved to his cheeks and moved up his hair. Never once breaking the kiss.The kiss intensified by the minute. He didn’t want this to end yet. Your body was touching his and he could feel your warmth. His hand went to your neck, running his fingers around it. His other hand was playing through your hair. Finally, he broke it. His eyes were a little closed, and there were a few strands of hair in front of them. “I have waited a long time for this moment.” He sounded serious, but you knew that this was something he wanted. He wanted you. 

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hello auburn! congrats on 1.8k followers :D

would you mind writing a small oneshot of what it would be like to date crewel or comforting crewel after a long tiring day of teaching? thank you <3

love, siren

hi renren!! this didnt really follow teh rules of the event so i tweaked your request a bit?

once again this is unedited if you see a ttypo ITS NOT THERE SHHHH

THE AFTERMATH OF CAMP VARGAS WITH DIVUS CREWEL (1.8k details)

“And then he forced me into the tasteless costume...my dear, if it wasn’t for those pups I wouldn’t have been caught dead in that thing.” Crewel huffs, head in his hands as he rants about his day to you.

“Of course dear.” you try your best to soothe him, cutting him a slice of the raisin butter cake you’d made the day before, “But you really care about those children. It’s admirable.”

“Thank you, darling.” he sighs deeply.

You set the plate in front of him and watch as his shoulders sag with relief. There’s something so tender in his gaze when he looks up at you, mouth drawn into a tight frown. You sigh too, pushing his bangs aside and kissing his forehead. Divus works hard for the student he calls his pups, and you couldn’t admire him more.

“I’m grateful for you every day.” he smiles softly, motioning for you to take a chair.

“And I, you.” you smile back, sitting down beside him, “Was there anything good that happened on this trip?”

Divus lights up, a rare expression he tends to only show around you. Your own expression softens as he talks, hands slowly growing more animated as he describes the growth each individual student went through on the trip. Familiar names like Clover and Schoenheit and Ashengrotto and Leech are thrown about, and while you couldn’t picture these students in your mind, you can feel how proud he is of them.

“You’re radiant when you talk about your passions.” you say, and you don’t bother stopping yourself or taking it back because you know you mean it.

Divus stops, hands frozen in midair. They sink into his lap and he gives you another soft smile.“And I appreciate you endlessly for listening and taking care of me.” he says, and this time it’s his turn to press a kiss to your forehead.

[twisted-wishing-well]

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To: @notkurokiesimping

From: Anonymous

⋆˚࿔Chocolate Raspberry mousse cake and a necklace with Divus Crewel𓂃۶ৎ

જ⁀➴Message From Divus Crewel:

Dear Ishiki,

It has caught my attention that you have been thinking about me yes? Well I have apologize for my behavior as those puppies are getting very rowdy and needs some lessons about obedience. Now after I am done with those puppies, how about I take you on a date outside of NRC to an very fabulous yet beautiful restaurant? Take this as my treat and my apology. Make sure to dress well for me.

Love,

Divus Crewel

[fairlyabookie]

Obedience

Author's note: A very short and sweet piece~

Content: wholesome

“Explain this, puppy.” 

A stack of paper flutter in front of you as Divus places them in front of you. You peer at the object before you, sheets marked with streaks of red. 

“It’s the papers I’ve graded for you, Professor.” 

You try to keep a straight face, hoping to counter the intimidating aura emanating from Divus. 

“How sweet of you, pup. You didn’t have to do it,” 

He peers at the sheets once more, thumbing through them with a glove. Keen eyes scan for any inaccuracies, snapping as soon as he reaches the last sheet of paper. 

“Well, at least you graded them correctly. As for the future, let me know if you’re helping me out with grading papers.” 

You nod fervently, muttering another apology. 

“My apologies, Professor. I overstepped my boundaries and intruded on your work.” 

Irritation crosses the instructor’s fine features, his tongue clicking. You feel a prompt tap on your head. 

“What did I say about being formal with me? We’re co-workers, aren’t we? Quit the polite speech; it’s not necessary.” 

You open your lips for a protest, only to pause when Divus arches an eyebrow as if anticipating your next move. From his dashing features, just a confident smirk on his lips was all you needed to know about his thoughts. You close your lips and smile back. 

“Good puppy. Keep up the good work. Now, since you’re a great help with grading papers, I’d like to ask you to help me make assignments for class. Can you do that?” 

Divus could see a pair of ears popping off from your head, along with a wagging tail, as soon as you affirm promptly. 

“Good, good. Let us get back to work. I’m fully confident that you can write difficult questions for the little ones?” 

Divus hears an affirmation from you as he heads to his office, your figure tailing behind him in earnest. 

“Very good. I’m counting on you then, pup.” 

You couldn’t resist another smile at his compliment, a pump of serotonin coursing through your body.