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tswhiisftteedr · 3 months

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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.

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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—‘

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reallyromealone · 6 months

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DAY🎃 NINETEEN🎃BRAT TAMING -Crewel

This one sucks a bit ngl

I have small smut burnout

Warnings

Smut nsfw male reader, hybrid reader blow jobs collars spanking

(Name) was always so sweet... Until mating season, the rabbit hybrid was an absolute menace for that two week span and Crewel was tired of his huffy and bratty attitude.

"Count" Crewel said sternly and (name) huffed but yelped when a gloved hand smacked down on his ass "shi--""that's not counting"

"O-one..."

SMACK

"Two!"

(Name) counted every slap till his ass stung to the touch, tears rolling down his face "will you behave now little kit?"

"N-no..." He mumbled angrily and Crewel glared "I see" his time dangerous and (name) felt regret and a horny fear as a collar was put on his neck "since you wanna be so mouthy, we can put it to good use"

(Name)s eyes watered as Crewel used his mouth to his own use, thick and heavy as it fucked the rabbits throat "see that mouth can be useful for something other than being a brat" Crewel said with a smirk while moving (name)s head up and down, a leash attached to the collar.

It would have been tolerable if it wasn't for the vibrator and cock ring on his weeping cock.

He held onto Crewels thighs as the bi colored man moved roughly "you look so perfect on your knees sucking my cock, shame your mouth always says such foul words" he said with a sigh "at least you're good at sucking cock"

(Name) was dizzy from the smell of cock and the sensations down below and let a soft moan "will you behave for me now love? Be a good bitch for me?"

(Name) choked at a particularly harsh thrust as Crewel smiled sweetly to him "though that's not going to get you out of your punishment" (name) struggled to swallow the cum that the man causally shot down his throat.

"Baby boys must learn to obey their masters after all"

#kinktober 2023 #crewel x male reader #crewel x reader #twisted wonderland x male reader #twisted wonderland x reader #smut #anime x reader

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f-smutt-fitzgerald · 1 year

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Night Raven Professor Poll

Who's your favorite professor/staff member at Night Raven? From Crowley to the Culinary Crucible Ghosts, who's your favorite and why?

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onirique-amaranth · 2 years

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⎮Is that a dog collar?⎮

⏤ Characters: Crewel⎮reader

⏤ Including: nsfw (-17)

⏤ Warnings: sub/bottom Crewel, top/dom male reader, jealousy, worshipping, blowjob, mind-breaking, size kink, overstimulation, mention of breeding, creampie

⏤ 5.500 words

You were a new teacher at Night Raven College. The atmosphere of the school was surprising, but it was pleasant. A sort of dark thick fog hiding you from the world, you felt like you found a nice place to enjoy the peace… if you don't think about the students possibly causing new troubles. The Headmage was kind enough to take care of everything before your arrival, preparing your classroom, materials, and books. And like any other teacher, he let you have your own classroom and also one free room, so you could take breaks, it was surprising to have an entire room only for you, but you guessed that the school was big enough for this. He has even got as far as planning to leave an entire corridor for you, which was quickly refused, not wanting to have any preferential treatment for any reason.

You weren't an extravagant man, sure, like most, you appreciated a bit of luxury, but a whole corridor was too much. What could you even do with so many rooms? You could see the pout on the Headmage's face but ignored it. As he was showing you around, you learn about the school's history and notice how most people were avoiding you. Or maybe you were just intimidating, so you keep smiling at them, but they turned red and left suddenly, making you wonder if you were this scary? On the way to your classroom along with Crowley, you met three other professors at a corridor turn.

A strong and burly man was standing in front of you. He looked at you up and down before clapping, giving you a harsh tap on the back after his introduction, saying you were going to get along just fine. His muscular appearance but short height took you by surprise since he looked a bit taller from afar, but he seemed like a nice man. He started to ask you about your routine, what you were eating and what sport you were practising. You managed to answer all his questions with difficulty, his energy overwhelming you.

The second was clearly older, he was holding a black cat in his arms with a stern expression. Sensing it was better to not get on his bad side, you greet him polity, nodding at his cat too. He looked satisfied with your politeness and bowed too. You could see from the corner of your eye Crowley's disbelief. You heard a meow and watched with amusement as the cat jumped from his master's arms to rest in yours. Trein looked surprised but still gave you a weak smile, implying that he could bear your presence. With a chuckle, you gave Lucius back to his master, not without petting the cat a little.

And that's when the third man stepped closer, you felt your heart skip a beat at the sight in front of you. Surely you saw handsome men before in your life, but this one…

Even if he was taller than the two others, his head was still only reaching your neck. You could see him look up at your face, his pointer digging into your chest as he introduces himself. His prideful expression crumbled down when you grabbed the end of his teaching pointer, moving it away from your torso as you kissed the tip, looking at him straight in the eyes with a smirk. If he wasn't flustered before, now he certainly was. You step closer and gently, you held his hand, kissing it over the red gloves, watching as he flushes under the touch.

The tension was palpable until the Headmage moved in front of you, he grabbed your sleeve, and bowed to the three professors before leading you away to show you the rest of the school. You could still feel an intense stare fixed on your back as you walk away. You turn around to send a smile to the handsome man while half listening to whatever Crowley was saying.

Months have passed, and you got used to this school. You easily became the student's favourite teacher, you were easy on the eyes, understanding with the students, and you took your time to let them comprehend everything. It was not uncommon that after some class you found a cup of tea or coffee on your desk and a nice note. You even got a gift from your students on your anniversary and would often find a bouquet of flowers before the holidays.

You were getting along well with Vargas, frequently working out together, and conversing about bodybuilding, since it was Vargas' passion. Surprisingly, not only for you but for all the staff, and students, you had a good relationship with Trein. He would regularly let you participate in some of his classes since you had great knowledge about the history of magic. And even if he never told you this, it was also because Lucius really liked you. And when you were in his classes, it was an excuse for the cat to sleep on your lap.

For Crewel, you had more than a great relationship. The students never saw you away from each other for more than a day. Even in the exam period, you would be seen marking scripts together, sitting next to each other at a table, and sharing a cup of tea. It was also not uncommon to see you lean on the wall beside his classroom, waiting for his class to finish. Students would often greet you or stop for some seconds to talk with you, making Crewel wait inside impatiently since they were wasting your break. Some students even started to talk a bit longer only to see their teacher's annoyed face, especially if he was strict with them during the previous classes.

But they would always run away the second they see him take out his teaching pointer, ready to teach them a lesson. But not all students were annoying since some of them would talk to you, and whenever you were away, they would tell Crewel whatever they learn about you, from your favourite food to what you did during the holiday. And it always remained a mystery to you, how Crewel was able to bring the food you liked during your breaks or would always know about the last city you visited or group you listened to.

Today, after finishing reading a book out loud to your class and making sure they have all understood the topic, you let them go. Both you and your students were working efficiently and so, you were able to let them finish earlier almost every time. It was nice for them, but also for you. It was enough time to get out and buy something for your break.

This day, you make a run for a shop you were visiting regularly, buying raisin butter tarts before heading back to school. If you remembered correctly, one of your students told you it was Crewel's favourite food and so, you planned to enjoy them with him, which explained why you dismissed your students this quickly. You were feeling guilty since he would always bring one of your favourite drinks or pastry, and you wanted to return the favour.

You were waiting like usually beside his classroom, checking your phone in silence as no students were out in the corridors yet. You heard chairs scraping against the ground and as you were going to enter the class, the Headmage stopped you. He motioned for you to come closer, which you did, curious about why he wanted to talk to you. Turns out some students had caused trouble again, and he wanted you to talk to them soon, you nodded, listening to his complaints about the damage they did.

You were too focused on the man in front of you to notice the students going out of Crewel's classroom one by one, watching with curious eyes as you were conversing with the Headmage. And soon enough, every student has walked away, going back to their dorms, or at least most of them. Crewel was surprised when you did not enter his classroom immediately and checked to see if you were just late, but stared at you bewildered, talking to Crowley. He clenched his jaw when he saw Crowley laughing with you, the hand that was resting on his hips moved to hold your forearm.

That's when he noticed the box you were holding in your right hand, surely a gift you brought for him. At least that's what he thought until Crowley took it from your hand with a big smile, opening it with wide eyes. Crewel clicked his tongue, showing his irritation openly as he got back into his class, tidying up his desk before getting ready to leave. The students outside were chuckling at his behaviour, how he was not able to conceal his jealously. Everyone noticed the obvious tension between the prideful teacher and you. After all, he was always buying things for you, as you were always waiting for him, replacing his coat on his shoulders or simply spending all your breaks together.

Meanwhile, you promised to the Headmage to take care of the students before bowing, watching as he was walking away, satisfied. You head to Crewel's classroom, knocking since the door was closed, but you did not get an answer. You stand there for some seconds before knocking again, annoyed, you just opened the door, jumping a bit when he stood there just in front of you. He had put his coat on and was ready to leave, you looked at him a bit confused.

“Did I get the time wrong? I thought you had a break too.”

You're even more surprised when he did not look into your eyes, saying he had something else to do. He was going to walk forward until he saw how you haven't moved out of the way. The handsome man sends you a glare, ready to make a fuss as he points behind you.

“Thought you were busy. Don't let Crowley wait-”

He stopped in the middle of his sentence, noticing how Crowley wasn't here anymore. He opened his mouth only to close it back, confused at what just happened. Weren't you offering something to Crowley just a second ago?

“Crowley? He wanted me to scold some students I had in my class.

Oh, and I brought raisin butter tarts. Aren't they your favourites?”

You raised the box that was in your hand, enough for Crewel to notice it. You see him freeze on the spot, his eyes going from your face to the box in your hand, mouth slightly open in shock. You were confused. Does he not like these?

“Oh. You don't like these? Sorry, I thought-”

Crewel bit his lips, flustered by the childish behaviour he had just shown. He felt so stupid, he was so confident all the time and still, he got jealous because he saw you laughing with someone else in front of him. You even took the time to get his favourite pastry, and he was ready to leave you there, in that corridor, confused as you were waiting for him to show up. You were so nice to him, he knew you had also a class just before, which mean that you had to run to buy these, just for him.

He was holding his pointer with shaky hands, panicking since he did not know how to explain the situation to you. Your eyes looking at him so softly when he was being horrible, it was one of the first he really felt guilty. He wanted the ground to swallow him. How did the thought of you being a two-timed guy even dare to cross his mind? You weren't even together yet. He noticed how you were wearing the coat and shoes he gifted you, the leather shoes were perfectly shined even though you were wearing them every day. He even heard from one of his students that you were going to the dry-cleaner every two weeks for the coat.

You called out his name softly, trying to get his attention without success. You tried again, many times, watching as he was lost in his thoughts. You could see some students observing the scene, curious, and so you grabbed his waist, dragged him inside his classroom and close the door behind you. You placed the box down on his desk and took off your coat, placing it carefully on the desk too. You thought Crewel would have been back by now, but he was still internally panicking.

You stood in front of him, trying to understand why he became anxious without reason. That's when everything made sense, when he tried to leave and talked about Crowley suddenly. You chuckle as you understand that he was just jealous. You stepped closer to him, your taller frame hovering over the pretty man, as you grip his left hand, your body pressed against him. It tugged him back to reality, and he blinks harshly, clearing his mind.

You raise his hand to your lips, kissing it over the red gloves softly like you did when you met him for the first time. The cold leather sends a shiver down your spine, as you let your kisses move higher. Your lips graze his wrist, finally in contact with his skin directly. He jolts at the feeling, the warm lips on his cold skin, and with your body being so close to his, he feels your warmth and the protective hold your arm had, wrapped around his waist.

You moved even closer, nuzzling your head into his neck, nipping at the soft skin. He gripped your hair, but never tried to tug you away. You were licking and sucking on the accessible skin, but soon, you got more greedy, and you undo his tie, sending it somewhere else in the room before opening the first three buttons of his black shirt. You smiled against his skin, biting down roughly, forcing a moan out of him.

Before you could tease him, he placed his hand over your mouth, looking at the door. He was focused on listening to what was happening outside, as you hear Crowley's voice asking the students if they saw you. That's when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket, you could feel Crewel become tensed against you. And you can't help but chuckle against his glove, while he was distracted by what was happening outside, you let your tongue loll out, licking the skin that was not covered between his gloves and his black shirt.

He gasped, sending you a shocked glare while you could just laugh. You were going to focus back on his neck when he pushed you away, cheeks turning red. You sigh, running a hand through your hair as you head for the door. You simply tell him that you'll be back as you turn the doorknob, planning to talk with the Headmage quickly, so he could leave you alone, but Crewel felt his heart break as he thought you were leaving.

He grabbed the back of your shirt, tugging you backwards, almost making you fall from the sudden force and movement. Crewel refused to let you walk out of this room, especially if it was to talk with Crowley. He lets go of your shirt, sitting on his desk, before motioning with his fingers to come closer. As you step forward, he let his coat hit the desk, his black shirt and vest still on him.

When you finally stop in front of him, he spreads his legs a little, leaving some room for you as he wrapped his arms around your neck, tugging your face to his. Your lips meet slowly, his tongue sensually gliding over your lips as you open your mouth. Your hands resting on his thighs as you can't help but squeeze a bit, earning a whimper followed by a slap at the back of your head. You laugh at his flustered face, the oh-so-proud professor shying away when someone kisses him and start to tease him.

Crewel felt like he had no control over the situation, as you were standing in between his legs, and you looked ready to pounce on him, devouring anything he could give you. The way you were licking your lips while looking at him make his body heat up, he could feel your crotch against his thigh, the way your dick was hardening while just simply admiring him. It boosted his ego, but he was also getting worried, the bulge in your pants was clearly too big. He would never be able to take in something like that.

He thought about stopping right now, but when he heard Crowley outside again, saying your name and your head shot up, the jealousy was too much. You were here, in between his legs but not paying attention to him. He gripped your soft hair, swallowing the surprised groan that flowed past your lips when he dragged you closer. He wrapped his legs around you, making sure you could not leave, he needed all of your attention and affection.

You were taken aback when he trapped you, you could get away if you wanted to, you were clearly stronger than him, but he was too cute to even think about leaving. You kissed his forehead, moving to his nose and cheeks, to his lips and jaw, just peppering kisses everywhere on his face as your hand moved higher.

You slowly unbuttoned his black and white vest, and pull it off of him, as your hand moved smoothly over the black shirt, tempted to just rip it open. The warning tone he used to say your name was clear, he knew what you were thinking about, and he was disapproving. And that's why, you looked down at him with a smile, ripping his shirt open. Your second hand moved too as it hold his small waist, you observed as your hands looked so big as you held him like that. His snatched waist was made for you to grab, digging your nails into the soft skin as the marks on his pale complexion would stay for a while. He was glaring at you as his shirt was lamentably ripped apart, as you did not even care one bit.

“You-”

“I'll buy you another one.

Or… I can let you wear my shirt.”

And suddenly, he was not complaining anymore, saying that he did not mind if you ripped all his shirts open. You chuckle at his shameless behaviour, with his hand now griping your tie, he forces you to kiss him, the door of his classroom still unlocked as he was half naked. He thought you were going to take off his shirt until you kneeled, taking off his shoes, kissing up his ankles. You were groaning against his skin, kissing and sucking, worshipping his body.

With shaky hands, he unbuttoned his pants, letting them slide down his legs until he watches you yank them off. His heart was beating loudly in his chest when he raised his leg a bit more, placing it just beside your head, and swiftly, your hand was under his knee and your other on his ankle, so you could hold his leg up. Your wet kisses became more and more aggressive, teeth digging into the skin, as their only purpose was to make him bleed. He swallowed his saliva sharply, awestruck by how nice your hands felt against him. The way you would hold his leg and his waist perfectly, how you were able to move him around as you wanted, just like a doll.

Your head leaned in, nose pressed against his bulge, his underwear still in the way. The feeling in his stomach grew rapidly as you did not touch him correctly even once, his back arched a little more to let his hips thrust forward, grinding onto your face. You groaned as you could only see him, smell him and taste him, thoughts about him were filling your mind, making you forget where you were.

He struggled to hold himself up as your fingers hooked under his underwear, pulling it off and letting his dick spring out. You gripped his thigh, the only thing you were able to hold to keep you stable as the tip of his dick grazed your lips, your tongue lapping at the sensitive part. The heat was unbearable for Crewel now, and that's when your head dipped down, taking easily most of his length into your mouth. The sudden pleasure made his hand fly to the back of your head, hips jerking up as he buried himself entire into your mouth.

You were groaning around him, the vibration heightening his sensitivity as he spread his legs wider, your tongue wrapped around his length as you swallow him whole. You could not help but let your index circle around his rim, pushing against the restraints a bit, watching with amusement Crewel covers his mouth instantly.

He could feel his fuzzy mind becoming blank, your eyes fixated on his face as your mouth suck him off, spit leaking from the corner of your lips and dripping down his length, wetting the table under him. He could see you struggle to breathe properly, his dick twitching at the back of your throat, tasting his precum. Even with your mouth being full, you looked proud and were still in control, when he tried to push your head down, you gripped his hands, pinning them on the desk, refusing to submit. Crewel's back started to arch, panting harshly as he feels you swallowing around him, almost gagging when he slipped down your throat. His body was burning, legs quivering as the strong pleasure paralyse him, head rolling back as he cums into your mouth. Your throat constrict around him, taking everything he was giving you.

When you stand back up, he was laying on the desk, a hand over his heart as he shakes. He raised a trembling hand in your direction, holding your hand as he comes down from his high. He blushed, even more, when he noticed the cum at the corner of your mouth disappearing as you pass your tongue over it, a satisfied smile on your face. While he was almost naked, you were still fully clothed, the bulge under the tight fabric of your pants more obvious than before. He blushed, glaring at you as you laugh and start to undress, showing off on purpose, but not looking at him to prevent him from being embarrassed.

When you looked back, you felt your body go stiff at the sight, his legs spread apart, feet placed on the desk as he fingers himself. The drawer on his left side was wide open, showing the tub of lube placed there along with some other things. He covered his moans with his hand, looking at your body in admiration, dick twitching uselessly in between his legs, still glistening with your saliva under the light.

You stepped closer, squirting some lube on your fingers before inserting another finger in him, joining the other two already in there. He lets out a loud moan, watching as your hand and his move together to prepare him, the squelching wet noises filling the room. While his finger was stretching him open, your fingers, longer than his were pushing deeper, feeling around and trying to find his sensitive spots. Your other hand started to jerk him off, watching as he was grinding against your bigger hand, the double stimulation sending his mind spiralling.

As he almost screamed when cumming, you kissed him, swallowing his moans as there were still students outside. He looked so pretty with his flushed cheeks and teary eyes, fighting to keep his noises in as the voices get louder outside. He felt his stomach turn, his release dripping into your hand and the desk, eyes almost rolling back as he was near again. He sobbed into his hand, as it was becoming too much for him, but before he could let it go, you stopped everything, as far as tugging his own fingers away.

And Crewel was full-on crying now, hiccuping as he gripped your shoulders, begging for his release. It was as if his mind made a sudden turn and the only one that could touch him was you, not even himself. You were going to make fun of him until someone knocked at the door. You clasped your hand over his mouth, pushing your fingers in to shut him up.

Your other hand raised his leg to wrap it around your waist, tugging his body forward, ass and legs not touching the desk as you place your dick in front of his hole, rubbing the tip against his rim. You observed his face, waiting for him to nod at you. It was painfully hard for you to wait, your patience was running thin, and you felt you were going to combust. Your hand leaving his mouth to grasp the edge of the desk, tensed muscles keeping you sturdy about him, not looking away from his eyes, so you could resist the temptation. He inhales and exhales softly before nodding, closing his eyes as he waits impatiently.

The tip got in, the warm walls squeezing you, he could feel every inch scraping his inside. He was almost too tight around you, it could snap your dick in two with how much pressure he was applying. He was clenching like a vice around you, forcing you to go deeper and deeper slowly, you could not even think about going fast with how his body overheating under you.

When you felt the base of your cock hit his ass, you finally snapped out of your daze, slowly you looked up, the bulge appearing under his skin, chest heaving up and down rapidly, your hand that unknowingly moved to his neck, choking him. And his face, his cheeks were a perfect shade of red, pretty lips parted to take in as much air as he could, his eyeshadow and liner smudged over his eyelids as it seemed like he was crying black tears. His pupils were blown out, hair dishevelled as he chokes on his moans, gasping as his inside got forcefully stretched.

He was one step away from losing his mind, you were far too deep into him for him to remain sane. His body looked unusually tensed as you watch his cock twitch, just some drop escaping the tip, he just had a dry orgasm. You chuckled at the sight, pull out slowly, moving your hips at a soft pace, afraid you would break him. Wet squelching noises filled the room as every time you would pull out, you could see some lube escape his body, sliding down until it pooled on the ground. As this soft movement continues, you feel his hand grip yours, intertwining your fingers, and you can't help kiss his palm again. Your eyes focused on his expression, to make sure you weren't hurting him.

As you were going to speed up, your phone vibrated again. With a scoff, you grabbed it, answering with an annoyed tone, asking Crowley to make it quick. He sounded confused over the phone, not understanding why you were so mad.

“Shut up and listen.”

And at the same instant, you snapped your hips forward, a loud moan following that surely could be heard outside, and Crowley was behind the door. He stuttered over his words, but you just told him to call you tomorrow before turning your phone off. You snapped your fingers, using your magic to lock the door before gently grabbing Crewel by the waist, and flipping him around.

With his torso resting against the wooden table, hands gripping at the edge of the desk and his teeth biting into your coat, you started to move more freely, your rough thrusts making him jolt, and the desk moved, creaking under his weight. He did not have time to say anything before you were fucking him roughly, uncaring about the noise anymore. You gripped his leg, holding one up to hit deeper into him. His lower half being kept up by your strength only, your deep groan and his muffled whimpers filling the room, with the loud sound of skin clapping.

As you went to grab his hair to hold him up, something caught your attention and with a smirk, you unhooked the collar from his teaching pointer and clasped it around his neck. One finger gripped the loop to tug him against your body, his back arching until his head was resting on your shoulder, at this point, you were just holding him up and slamming your hips against him. His dick rubbed against his desk, sending painful shocks of pleasure through his body.

Crewel was a mess, teary-eyed and babbling uselessly as he clings to you, losing the notion of time and reality. You were practically impaling him on your cock, fucking him dumb as in the heat of the moment, you managed to find his mouth, biting and kissing, entangling your tongues. Your body was burning, almost as if you were working out, abs tightening as you kept yourself from cumming, you needed to see him lose it.

You moved one hand, grabbing his dick and jerked him off, Crewel almost mewling as you show his cock some attention. He was chasing his own orgasm with newfound strength, helping you fuck into him by moving his hips, clenching around you on purpose. His pulsating cock was leaking onto your hand, and when you speed up, his head slammed back onto your shoulder, screaming at the top of his lunges. His voice broke, as it became a noiseless scream, coming all over his desk. The tightness around you, sending your mind spiralling, cum flowing into his hole. He whimpered, thanking you over and over for breeding him and if now he could be your wife since you filled him up. Since he wanted to get bred, why couldn't you fill him up a bit more?

Crewel's eyes completely rolled back, he was too tired to even make a sound at the end of the afternoon, your break was over a long time, but you never left his classroom. His insides were now moulded to your liking, his body could only be used by you. You came into him so many times that you forgot for how long you've been here, Crewel passed out at one point and woke up a while ago. His neck was bruised because of the collar that you kept tugging at, and his stomach and the ground were covered in his cum, but you both did this for so long, that he was not able to cum anymore. His dick twitched uselessly, barely even able to get hard as his body was forced past its limit.

You weren't in a better state, your legs were giving out, your back hurt with how deeply he racked his nails onto it, mind fuzzy as you weren't far from passing out. You were more than overstimulated, barely able to comprehend what he was telling you. When finally, you came one last time, filling him up to the brim. You fell forward, catching yourself with your hand on the desk, you quickly let Crewel sit on it before you fall on your knees, on the ground.

You blinked harshly, trying to stay awake as your head was resting on his thigh, also covered in fluids. His shaky hand running through your hair, lulling you to sleep, and you closed your eyes for a second.

When you woke up, Crewel was out of light, passed out on the desk, all the papers ruined and your coat was stained. With a sigh, you enveloped him in it, since his clothes were ripped. Thankfully you were much taller than him, and so your coat was able to completely hide him. You cleaned everything and got dressed, holding Crewel in your arms as you walk to your room, avoiding all the students.

You washed him up and changed him into your clothes, which were clearly too big for him, before tucking him in your bed. You were going to leave to scold the students, so you could sleep in peace just after, but he grabbed your hand, half asleep, whining. And with a sigh, you throw your coat away, sending your shoes somewhere else before lying down beside him, holding him protectively and nuzzling into his neck. And before you knew it, you were asleep.

The next few days, the students were surprised by how close you were, almost acting lovey-dovey in front of everyone. The students that made a bet about you saying that you will both end up together were more than happy. Unsurprisingly, Crowley was avoiding you, everyone noticed that the second you were in his field of vision, he would leave quickly, cheeks burning an impressive red as he wasn't even able to look at you in the eyes.

Crewel was spending all his breaks with you, cuddling into your body and sometimes coaxing you into cancelling one of your classes to stay with him. Soon enough, your dress was filled with his clothes, and it was almost scary how you dressed the same way. After all, Crewel showed up with everything but shirts, and you were forced to buy more because he would always wear the one you wanted. He was also never seen again with the red collar on his teaching pointer.

Crewel also started to always take the time in the morning to do your liner, refusing to see you without it, so you could match. At some point, you ended up with all your clothes having duplicates, so Crewel could choose what both of you would be wearing in the morning without struggling about a missing vest, or a shirt that you both wanted.

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Sfw and nsfw headcannons for crewel and Crowley (seperately )? With female reader plz

SFW/NSFW for Crowley and Crewel! Hope you enjoy!

Fem Reader Insert

MDNI 18+ ONLY. Nsfw will be under the read more line.

Sfw:

Dire Crowley:

This man is cheap, Like expect that during this relationship, however fear not! For he is so humbly gracious to have lavish vacations with you at the expense of the student body.

Though for my fellow Crowley hoes out there, Crowley can be romantic. Crowley is doing his “best” and honestly it’s kind of endearing how this man flounders at trying his hand at “wooing” you. Expect plucked flowers and shiny things on your pillows, and over the top letters he has stuffed under the door of your room.

True to bird fashion, has attempted to make a nest for you and ngl it is pretty comfy.

He has horrid fashion taste, never let him pick out your clothes.

Crowley absolutely loves it when you stroke his hair, but really melts when you stroke his back, he covers you in his cloak like a bird covers themselves in their wings.

The more time you are with him, the more he trusts you enough to take his mask off. This is a serious matter, he even drops all pretenses of his goofy persona. You’re one of the few people in all of Twisted Wonderland who has seen his full face, that is something he can ever truly be grateful for.

He totally gives you sweet pecks throughout the day, though probably not in front of the students lol. He totally would in front of his staff members, likes to rub it in that he in fact does have an S/O

He totally humble-brags about you.

His hair is actually pretty nice to run your fingers through, and its unfair how nice it is.

Smells like parchment and ink, with a bit like a sharp wind from above. Bury your nose into him, and smell the soft scent of the forest.

Divus Crewel:

HUSBAND MATERIAL

Fuck, okay, he is actually the most reliable man here and competent as hell.

A real gentleman, and pretty respectful of your boundaries.

A day starts with a morning kiss and ends the night with a goodnight kiss. His mouth was made for kissing and he's the type to kiss you slow but deeply.

This man will spoil you, clothes, dates, a stimulating conversation and he’s genuinely invested in you.

You get to wear his coat and it's so smooth under your hands. You feel fancy as fuck wearing it. Smells like him.

Unfortunately due to his job, and Crowley's malarkey, dates tend to be in between what little time you two can make for yourselves. However, even simple little dates between you feel sweet, and the vacations leave them quite…enthralling.

Honestly, Crewel helps pick out your clothes and upgrades your closet. Will respect your decisions in the end, but low key judges crimes against fashion. *aka Crowley*

Will make anything you want. Man has a binder dedicated to ideas he has for you. Seriously, color coded and seasonal outfits.Strolls through the town with you, fingers laced together. He presses a kiss on your knuckles that make you swoon.

Adores the hell out of dogs, so hopefully you like them too, or else this ain't gonna last long. If there is a dog near by you bet your sweet ass he's gonna pet it. Wait one day, he's gonna show up with a box of puppies and you can't even stop him.

He smells like expensive cologne, a hint of musk, leather and a subtle spice you can't name, but God does it make you wanna bury your nose into his skin. To his displeasure, he can't always get rid of the scent of potions on him.

Nsfw:

Dire Crowley:

Okay, I'm gonna be super honest with you. I cannot see this is starting, than a hot hate-fucking in his office.

Birdman is submissive.

You're gonna have to pull the reigns here, he does top occasionally and ugh he's pretty good at dirty talk. He's into edging can you even belive the audacity of this man?

If you love marking, recieving or giving, he has lipstick for it you know. Just saying is all.

He has a cute dick, better than he deserves. Its smooth and girthy, and Crowley is pretty pale so is his dick. But his head is cute flushed pink. His balls are sensitive and he loses it if you suck on them.

This relationship started as a hatefuck to a romance

Despite Dire's shady self, he truly does care about you. Wants to make sure your needs are also being meet, having you cum around him, screaming his name makes his wing flutter in pleasure.

Why he is so generous, he's more than willing to surrender himself to you as your toy to use. Tie his hands back and bounce on his cock till his balls are empty and leave him there dirty with his cold cum dripping down his balls.

You have his heart all in a twist when you grab his face to kiss him deeply when he cums in you.

This man has a fucking humiliation kink I just fucking know it. He praises himself too much, but the insults have him leaking crying "yes yes tell me how bad I've been! Spit on me!" Degrade him, step on him, call him useless, just as so long as you remember to reassure him he's still wonderful and that you love him.

Divus Crewel:

This man doms and there is no questioning it.

Dom/sub play have you seen that whip and collar. No way that man doesn't have that kink.

Mod is frothing at the mouth

He isn't into gagging as much as one would expect him too. Oh he totally is into it, but he perfers hearing your moans and pleas unfiltered as you try not to cum agaisnt his orders.

He has a big cock and we all know it. Thick at the base, the head a beautiful red hue, with this thick vein under it that feels good to run your tounge on. Curves slightly to the left. His balls are well rounded, and a bit heavy. Cums comes out pretty thick.

Loves watching you hump his leg to get off, though he might have to punish you to "behave" better.

He has so many toys for you, though getting a dildo of his own cock is a gift in itself and have to work for it. Plays with those vibrator with a remote, watching you squirm trying to find relief by squeezing your thighs as he presses the button for more power.

He's really fantastic with aftercare.

He gives you that hot kiss, tounge sucking when he presses his hips into you, cock hitting the spot that has you rocking into him for more.

He has custom lingerie made for you, the types that make you feel like the sexiest being in the world. This man will fuck the living daylights out of you.

Scratch his scalp, tug his hair makes him buck relentlessly in you.

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twistedwonderworm · 1 year

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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.

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twsted-kinks · 2 years

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Janitor!MC at NRC (a smut series)

Part 1: Crowley & Crewel

>Minors and ageless blogs DNI<

Series Content: Noncon/dubcon, forced stripping, unsafe sex, public sex, coercion, somnophilia, forced to wear skimpy clothing, bondage and other BDSM things, forced eye contact, biting/hickies, blood, weird dick shapes, watersports, forced prostitution, gangbang, spanking, forced exhibition, (may add more)

Parts: Crowley & Crewel (you are here), Ruggie & Leona, Idia, Rook, & Vil, Lilia & Malleus, Floyd & Jade & Azul, Che'nya (and a possible bonus part)

All characters depicted are 18+

Crowley

I think we all know that when you suddenly appear in NRC, you are wearing nothing underneath those ceremonial robes. But, with you already being a bit of a problem, Crowley surely can't leave you all alone in his office, so he'll have to stay with you once he gives you some clothes to wear. Oh? Wouldn't it be easier for you to change later and return the ceremonial robes later? Well, there's no guarantee he'll get those robes back, you see! So you must change now and do it in front of him! Plus, he will have to thoroughly check to make sure you haven't brought any contraband onto his campus!

Once you finally begin stripping, Crowley is sitting behind his desk, eyes studying every bit of skin revealed to you. "Those robes are quite expensive." He warns, "You should be more delicate with them. Take your time." Urging you to go slower and not just rip off the robes to get this over with. If you look at him, glaring or gazing up with worry, you can see a soft pink dusting his cheeks as he licks his lips.

When you're finally unclothed, he gets up and stands between you and the door. He makes you hold your arms out as be feels around your chest, just checking to make sure you haven't snuck anything onto his campus. But his hands linger, feeling up your chest, and his fingers brush against your nipples again and again. His hands venture lower and trace your hips. He tells you, "Put your elbows on my desk for me and spread your legs. I need to check one more place."

With you now bending over for him, he lets out an audible groan. His hands trace up your back and back down to your hips. You feel his hands spread your ass cheeks and knead the flesh. At this point, he removes his gloves and brings one of his hands to your mouth. If you're reluctant to accept his fingers into your mouth, he reminds you that you're in a new world with nothing to your name. He's been so kind to you, offering you shelter, food, and even a job. Won't you help him out in return? You've already come this far with him. It would be wrong to stop now and leave him this... flustered. But, he'd never 'force' you! No, no, no! Of course, you're free to leave right now if you wish. Though, if you won't do the bare minimum for him, why should he give you so much? Just spend some time with him, and he can give you everything you need. Plus, if you leave, he can't just let you take ceremonial robes with you, and who knows what will happen to you if you walk out of here nude! Who knows how the other faculty and students would behave seeing a nude, magicless person wandering all alone.

You finally give in, opening your mouth and sucking on his fingers just how he tells you. Once he thinks they're lubed enough, he pulls then out of your mouth with a pop and brings them back, rubbing circles around your hole. At first he's slow, pushing only one finger inside of you. But his impatience gets the better of him and soon another finger is added and then another. Three fingers stretch out your hole, preparing you for him. If you're moaning, crying, or just remaining silent, it doesn't matter to him. Just the feeling of your tight hole pulling his fingers in is intoxicating enough. He almost feels regret when he pulls his fingers out of you. When he pushes his cock in, he has no control over the moan that escapes him. He gives you no time to adjust. His hands are already on your hips, holding onto you to the point you know there will be bruising, and he's rutting into you like a desperate animal. He doesn't care if you're getting off to this or not. You're just a warm hole with a sexy body, his new toy to play with as he pleases. If you cum, he'll make you thank him for it. If you don't, well it isn't his problem. The only this that matters to him is your warm hole, the way it keeps pulling him back in. He pounds into you harder and harder, pushing you and his desk back with each thrust, until he finally goes still with his cock shoved into you all the way to the base. He absolutely fills you, rope after rope of cum being emptied into your hole. After a moment, he pulls out of you, tucks himself back into his pants, and fixes his clothing all while you're laying there, collapsed onto his desk with his cum dripping out of your hole and down your thighs. He doesn't bothing cleaning you up. He just tells you to stand and hands you some clothes to change into. He escorts you to the Ramshackle Dorm once you've dressed. I'll leave it up to you if you notice the stares you get from the beastmen you walk by. Either way, you don't realize yet that they can smell Crowley's cum running down your legs.

The next day, you get your uniform, a maid dress. A fucking maid dress, thigh high stockings with garters, a pair of short heels, and no underwear. The poofy skirt of the dress reaches down to your mid-thigh, so just standing still means you're covered just fine. There is still a threat of flashing someone from bending over too far or a strong gust of wind, but at least it isn't shorter. (Also, if you have larger breasts, the top can barely hold them to the point your boobs could easily fall out if you weren't pulling the top up every couple of minutes.)

Your first day is hell. Crowley makes you blow him and swallow his cum before you get started, and, once you finally start your day as the new janitor, so many eyes on you as you trudge around the campus. You try to just continue your work anyway. You know there are people staring at your ass constantly and every time you walk up a flight of stairs there is someone way to close behind you. Thankfully though, no one touches you. No one catcalls you. You hope it fucking stays that way.

Anyway, this is your new life. Being used by Crowley every morning and evening before and after work. Sometimes he cums inside your holes and makes you walk around campus with it dripping down your legs and into the floor. Those mornings you save the carpeted places to be cleaned last because getting the stains from his cum out of the carpeting is both frustrating and leads to a lot of eyes on your ass. Sometimes Crowley cums on your face or on your chest and doesn't allow to to wipe his cum off. On those days, people tend to get more bold and have even walked up to you to get a up close picture on their phone. You've learned ways to try and convince Crowley to cum down your throat because it's just so much easier to deal with, but he still has his moments where he can't help but make you walk around campus with his cum dripping from somewhere on your body.

Crewel

That pointer Crewel carries is the bane of your existence. At first, it was just a single light spanking on your hips or ass if you walked by him slouching or he found you bending over to far. It was annoying but you could deal with it. But, of course, it got worse over time. The spankings got harder and more... humiliating. It went from an annoyance that would happen when you two just happened to walk by each other to becoming a daily occurrence where you are dragged into his office as he makes you count every time he strikes your ass. Everyday it seems like the list of wrongdoings gets longer and longer. You're sure students have been telling Crewel every 'wrong' action you do each day, but you have no real evidence to confirm this. And Crowley just encourages this, giving Crewel the responsibility of any disciplinary actions relating to you. You know it's just because Crowley likes seeing the marks Crewel's canning leaves on your thighs and ass.

When you finally got your hands on some underwear, you thought you could finally walk around with some modesty. (Someone left a package of panties that look like they were taken from a fanservice ridden anime at the Ramshackle Dorm, and, while you'd normally not accept this type of gift, you didn't exactly have any options for underwear right now.) You still didn't want to flash people what's under your skirt, but at least now there was a layer of fabric between your crotch and the hundreds of eyes trying to gawke at you. You should have known this sudden change in uniform would cause problems.

During your (now daily) spanking, Crewel orders your hands on his desk and for you to stick your ass out for him. When he's greeted by patterned fabric instead of your bare ass, there's a short pause of silence followed by a deep chuckle. You hear a soft ringing sound and hear Crewel speak. "Hello, Headmage, I have a bit of a... Well, our little dog seems to have made a little addition to their outfit, and I want your input on this matter." You gulp. You've deal with Crowley plenty, but never with Crewel there too. Dealing with both of them will be hell. Here you are, standing straight and tall with these two men standing before you. "Go on." Crewel gestures to you. "Show Headmage Crowley your new addition." You're hesitant, but do as you're told, lifting your skirt to reveal the panties underneath. "Ah, I see." Crowley hums as his eyes bore into the fabric. "We haven't discussed a punishment for such a discretion, have we?" The two men speak a bit more and reach a final decision.

You don't know what potion Crewel made you drink, but you've never felt so horny in your life. You absolutely need cock and both of these men have one. You quickly undo the zipper to Crowley's pants and desperately pull out his hardening cock. You hear Crowley chuckle as you eagerly take him into your mouth, his hand resting on your head as you begin bobbing your head up and down on his dick. You reach your hand down to touch yourself, feeling so happy when Crewel doesn't stop you, but, of course, when you get close to cumming, he pulls your hand away. You want to protest, but Crowley's cock tastes too good to leave your mouth. Crowley only pulls your mouth off his cock so he can cover your face in his cum. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue, and Crowley rewards you by shooting a couple of ropes in your mouth. You eagerly swallow it and moan at the taste.

Crewel pulls you up and drags you to on of the chairs in his office. He sits and has you sit on his lap, facing him. You spread your legs wide open, your panties now see through because of your fluids, and grind on Crewel's hard bulge. Crewel pulls out his cock and slaps is against your crotch. You quickly pull your panties to the side, line up the man's cock, and sink yourself onto him. The moan that escapes you is deafening. You waste no time and ride him like a bitch in heat. Praise after praise of his cock escapes your lips as you hold on to his shoulders for support. Crewel takes the top of your dress and rips it apart, freeing your chest. He takes one of your nipples into his mouth and bites, hard. It hurts, but you can't help but moan and ride him faster. The only thing that stops your hips in their tracks is Crowley's hand holding you still. You feel Crowley line his cock up (either same hole or different one depending on what you have/want) and shoves himself into you. You curse and moan the feeling. You begin to move your hips again with both of the men rutting into you as well, their cocks pounding into you and stretching you out. It doesn't take long before you cum. Your tight hole(s) clamping down on the cocks inside you has the two men soon joining, both of them groaning and coating your insides with their cum.

You don't know how long you three fuck or how many times people have cum. All you know is that, by the end of this fuckfest, your maid dress is torn to shreds you're covered in sweat and cum, and your soaked panties have ended up in your mouth as a makeshift gag. Crowley drags you up, making you stand on wobbly legs, while Crowley encases you neck in a red collar. You go to take the panties out of your mouth, but a swift spank to your ass stops you. "Did you really think that was your punishment?" Crewel asks. "That was simply a reward for us catching your insolence. You're punishment begins now, my little bitch. But, since you were so eager in letting us indulge, I will allow you to walk on two feet instead of four tonight."

The moon is high in the sky and the cold wind bites at your skin. A silicone buttplug with a short upturned tail sits in your ass. Crewel walks ahead of you. The leash in his hand yanks you forward as you fall too far behind him. You keep looking around, to see if anyone is seeing this, but you keep finding no one. You don't see that there is indeed a pair of eyes, the eyes of a hunter, who is very much enjoying the scene. A pressure has been building in your bladder. You try to keep your legs closed as you walk, trying to just hold out until you can get to a bathroom, until you finally try to get Crewel's attention. You try to mumble around the panties in your mouth, but Crewel stops you, saying, "Ah, behave. Muzzled dogs don't speak." You whimper in response, and he raises one of his eyebrows. "Oh, you don't need my help, do you? You're free to pee in the grass or on the tree. After all, that's what we're on a walk for." You look at him with petrified wide eyes. "Now be a good dog and do your business." Crewel says and lets more of the leash go so you can walk into the grass. You stare at him, then at the tree, and back to him. You whimper again and he sighs. "You really are an dumb puppy sometimes. Fine, I'll help you, but, if you act up anymore, we'll have to try this again during the day."

Crewel walks up to one of the trees, pulls you along, and commands you to sit by him on the grass. Crewel opens his fly and pulls out his dick, aiming his tip at the tree. "Now, watch and learn, you dumb dog, this is how bitches like you mark their territory." Crewel releases steady stream of piss, soaking the bark of the tree. You flinch when the splashback hits your skin, but you stay in place and wait. Once his stream ends, he shakes the last droplets of piss from his cock and tucks himself back into his pants. "See. It's simple." He tugs you towards the tree. "Dogs like you smell piss and then mark their as well. Now sniff it." You reluctantly move closer to the bark and smell it. You gag at the acrid smell. "Hmm, strange reaction for a mutt, but you'll learn how to behave properly. Now do your business." You go to stand, but Crewel stops you. "Ah, no you don't." He tugs you back. "Stand on all fours and lift you leg." You look up to him with tears in your eyes. He sighs. "If you don't go now, we'll have to try again in the morning, and I don't hink you're ready to do this around other mutts yet." Reluctantly, you rest on your hands and knees, and you lift your leg next to the tree. It takes a couple of moments, but finally you let it go. Piss rushes from you and splashes against the tree. "Now, that's a good little bitch. Such a good dog." Crewel pets your head as you tremble. Once the stream of piss dies down, a trickle of urine runs down your leg. You bring your leg back down and look up to Crewel who's smiling down at you. After that, he walks you back to the Ramshackle Dorm, undoes the leash, and wishes you a good night before he leaves. Once you're inside your room, you go to the bathroom to clean yourself up, but, when you go to take the collar off, you can't. There's no physical lock, but you can't undo the buckle. You groan, stupid magic collar with a fucking magic lock. You still clean yourself up and pass out on your bed soon after.

The next morning you wake up to a new uniform and a note. Apparently, you're now allowed to wear panties with your uniform, which would be amazing, if the maid dress wasn't even skimpier! The skirt is ridiculously short and doesn't even cover your crotch. Just standing still has your panties peak out of the bottom of it. You could try and pull the skirt down but then your nipples would be free for everyone to see! (And, if you have larger breasts, the top band of the dress desperately clings to your boobs with your areolas peaking out the top. You make one wrong move and your boobs are falling out of the dress.) You sigh. Well at least you can wear fucking underwear now.

Bonus content:

It seems like everyone and NRC appreciates this new uniform much more than you do, not much to your surprise. They especially appreciate it when Crewel decides to make your daily spanking a public affair. People crowd around to watch you bend over a table while Crewel spanks you with his pointer. That's when the catcalling started. Them regularly seeing the wet spot on your underwear from getting spanked and seeing your chest get regularly exposed when you work has definitely boosted their confidence. You hear "Show us that chest/those tits again," "Why don't you bend over and give us a show," and similar things regularly. Still, none lay a hand on you, which you're thankful for.

Your nightly escapades where Crewel walks you on a leash and makes you pee before you can head back to bed aren't too frequent. But it happens at least twice a week and one time even five times in a week. You're pretty sure no one has caught you in the act, but you know that many fonthe beastmen know. The day after each one of these nightly activities, you catch a beastman, sometimes even multiple beastmen, taking out their cocks and pissing on the same spot you pissed on.

At least all that is outside though, and you can get away with not having to clean any of that. However, inside the buildings themselves, the bathrooms are horrendous. Just knowing you have to clean that space means they're purposefully making a mess. With you running around with barely any clothing, you know there are so many men jerking off in the bathroom stalls. Hell, you've seen guys watch you, get hard, and runaway to take care of themselves. At least some people are decent enough to aim for the toilet bowl or clean up their mess, but so many more just jerk off and don't care where their cum lands or they purposefully cum in a weird place for you to clean. You've been in the bathroom, heard moans from behind a stall you just cleaned, and had to clean cum off the door a fucking second time. Why the fuck is this your life?

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kisses4lao · 11 months

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Wiggity wack yo(🍋Crewel x Fem! Reader x Sam🍋)

Real not click bait

OKAY AHHHHH so I was told by my boyfriend that tumblr is gonna think im a bot for a bit I can assure you I'm not so im offering this for peace

Okay uhm now back to the fic LOLO

♧CW!! Fem reader, fem pronouns, fem descriptions for body parts, sex with older sexy men yummy, READER IS NOT YUU!!!, reader is like staff or some shit idk make your own shit up i dont care, penis stuff, what stuff? Idk yet your guess is as good as mine, anal AND vagina sex, at the same time btw, threesome or however you spell it M/M/F, yeah you're getting them both at the same time crazy shit ik, I can take them both, what? In a fight? Who said anything about a fight? We get praised, bc my biggest kink is being loved, I love these two, im used to Ao3 im so sorry for how this is formatted, also I hella ship crewel x sam and they will be together in this fic dont you dare think they won't.

Okay so yeah the CW does have a lot of jokes in it but im nervous bc this is my first fic thats like this but it does have actual warnings btw so please read them

NOT PROOFREAD!!!

Okay now onto the fic. Enjoy, you horny goblin.

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♧It had been two months since you came to NRC for the first time.

Crowley hired you to be a counselor for the boys in the school. He decided that having a housewarden overbolt every so often wasn't worth the trouble and they needed a shoulder to cry on. And that just so happened to be you.

Crowley had made it apparent he wanted you, telling the agency you worked with that it had something to do with "women being better at comprehending emotion." You didn't mind, the pay was generous and the students were sweet enough to make you want to stay.

You already met most of the students by now, having all the housewardens in every other day just to express their family issues was something you had to deal with. Having the vice housewardens in afterwards wasn't very pleasurable either, but you had to make do. Sometimes Crowley would come in just to see how things were going, he'd say it was to "be generous", he brought you food Sometimes too.

You found yourself getting very close to the married couple of the school, Sam and Crewel. They were very sweet to you, complementing your style when you'd come in, hang out with you during break, Crewel would even bring you snacks from Sam's shop when he had the chance. You would hang out with them a lot, and though you didn't want to admit it, you did find both of them attractive, but you would never hurt their marriage.

Every once in a while, Crewel and Sam invited you over to their house. You'd have drinks, play games, get into really deep conversations about how Crowley sucked, the things friends do.

You didn't want to admit your feelings. You didn't want to admit how you'd slightly blushing when they were being nicer than usual. You didn't want to admit how your heart would beat out of its chest when Crewel would stand behind you, snaking his hands over yours to guide them to teach you how to make a margarita. You didn't want to admit how you'd get so excited when Sam would willingly buy your favorite snacks and have Crewel deliver them to you. It wasn't worth losing two amazing friends over two simple crushes.

You had just gotten done a long day of counseling all the first years, Ace and Deuce to get their counseling together. It was just as hectic as it sounded, taking up almost 4 hours of your time with other students coming and leaving when they realized how long the wait would be. You needed a way to relax and get your mind off this job. Luckily, Crewel came into your office at the end of the day and invited you over for drinks.

This was the perfect stress reliever, hanging out with your two amazing friends and having drinks sounded perfect after a long day. Crewel quickly noticed how tired you were, your disheveled appearance quaking from the little sleep you had. He decided to schedule the meet up for later in the day so you'd get some sleep beforehand. "We don't want you falling asleep on us, now do we?" Crewel gives you a small chuckle and a wink before bidding his goodbye and leaving.

Getting up from your chair with an exhausted sigh, you pack your notes into your bag and leave your office, locking the door behind you. Crowley said to always lock your office when you aren't there, something about the students being nosy and may snoop around. It didn't matter though, it was the end of the school day and the start of the weekend, who would spend their Friday snooping around in a counselors office?

Finally getting to the chamber room and walking through the mirror, you're at the part of campus where all the staff lives. Medium sized houses in a nice circle with Treins house being the biggest and in the middle. Unlocking your front door, you sigh and take off your jacket while laying your keys down on the table next to the door. Going upstairs and into your room, you take your bra and skirt off, climbing into bed after setting an alarm.

Crewel was nice enough to set the meet up back a few hours, scheduling it for 10. Giving you a nice 4 and a half hours to catch up on much needed sleep.

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After being asleep for around 4 hours, you awoke to your alarm going off. It was 9:25, giving you 30 minutes to get ready.

Getting out of bed you hop into the shower to get washed up. Using the lovely sugar scrubs you usually do and washing your (H/L) (H/C) hair with a wonderful smelling shampoo and conditioner. Getting out of the shower, blow drying your hair and figuring out what to wear.

You finally decided on a nice (F/C) dress, not too skin tight, but leaving enough to the imagination to make it desirable. Luckily it wasn't out of the ordinary for you to wear something like this, so they wouldn't think anything of it.

It was getting to the time of leaving, so you quickly pack your things and head out. Closing the door behind you, you walk across the empty street and make it to their door. Since they lived in the same house, you would often catch them walking out early in the morning. It was convenient to say the least.

Knocking three times before the door opens with enthusiasm, you're greeted with Crewels smiling face as he greets you. He holds the door open as you walk in, taking your bag and coat off and putting them on the hangers near the door. Sam greets you from the kitchen, beckoning you to come and see him.

When you do, he has a bunch of machinery on the counter. "Sam used to be a barista before he started working here. He stopped a long time ago, but his love for coffee didn't. We decided to invest in some machinery to indulge in his hobby. Expensive, but worth it to see him happy." Crewel says as he walks behind you and gives you a smile.

"I've always loved working with coffee, the pure smell alone is enough to drive a man, me, wild. Come here, I'll show you have to work an expresso machine!" Sam says with a huge smile on his face. Something tells you alcohol isn't being involved tonight, perhaps its for the better.

Walking over to Sam he steps behind you and guides your hands to the different cups and powders to make a shot of expresso. Did Crewel and Sam always have similar ways of teaching? They aren't like this to the other staff..

After making the expresso, Sam grabs some coffee he brewed earlier. Pouring it into a mug and the expresso on top, he starts the foam art. Watching him pour the foam in different directions was almost mesmerizing, and soon enough, you had a little foam kitty! How cute!

Sam had finished his and Crewels coffee and you sat down at the coffee table with them. They were silent, more than usual. Their eyes would dart across the room, occasionally landing on you but quickly shifting focus. It seemed as though they wanted to say something, but couldn't figure out how to put it.

"Is something wrong? You guys are awfully silent tonight, I hope I didn't upset you in anyway-" you trailed off, trying to figure out what was going on.

"No, no! Its not you at all!" They both practically shouted while jumping from their chairs, spilling some coffee in the process. Grabbing some tissues and sitting down, they clean themselves up.

"Look, we've been meaning to ask you something- its just- we don't know how to exactly ask about it." Sam says, Crewel still trying to dab some coffee off of the vest hes wearing.

"We think that, maybe, we can open our marriage, but, just to you. We want to try things with you, see what we like, experiment a little." Crewel adds with flushed cheeks. He must be pretty nervous about this.

Sam takes a nervous sip of his coffee before continuing on what Crewel had just stated. "We trust you. We think that you're the only person that could be fit for this, and we're willing to help you explore that side of you. The 'nastier' side, so I've heard the kids say."

Well that was a lot to take in, a bit too much actually. You had felt your entire face heat up as you realized what they meant. A sort of rush of adrenaline creep in. Was this actually happening? You've wanted it bad since you first met them, but you never thought it would actually happen.

Sam and Crewel looked at you as you completely space out. You could feel the tension in the air, their stares getting impatient as their cheeks formed new colors you'd never seen on them.

"We completely understand if you don't want to do this, we won't force you into anyth-" Crewel chimed in after deciding the silence was too much, but was then swiftly cut off.

"I'll do it. I mean- I want to, that is. I've been wanting to, I just didn't want to make you guys uncomfortable. I mean, you're always so sweet to me, I thought we just had something platonic going on, but I had no clue you guys felt the same." You say while practically being out of breath. Pressing your thighs together as an instinct, Crewel quickly switches his gaze to a lovely house plant as his cheeks heat up more.

"Are you sure you want to do this? We'd never force you into anything, but we do want your full consent." Sam practically sighs out. Crewel is still red, but now is occasionally sparing glances at you.

"Yes, im sure. You may do whatever you please." Chuckling, you say with a smile directed to them. Sam gives you a soft smile while Crewel stands up from his chair.

"I'll get everything situated. Sam, if you want to take her into the bedroom and get her situated, that would be appreciated, I'll be in as soon as I'm done getting everything ready." Crewel says while walking out of the room, giving you both a wink on the way out.

"Alrighty then! Let's get you ready!" Sam yells while taking your hand and leading you to the bedroom. When you walk in, you take in the beautiful scenery. Large king sized bed, beautiful red curtains, their bedroom is huge! "Dont be intimidated, Crowley decided to give us extra space. He says we're his 'little gay friends.' We're not even completely gay! Wiggity wack, yo!"

You were so grateful that Sam knew how to break the silence and make you comfortable you didn't even notice he had left your side to go to one of their personal cabinets. "We had been planning this for awhile, we just didn't want to scare you away is all. Crewel and I had picked up a few sets of lingerie for you. You can try them on while we wait for him to get back! No pressure of course. I just figured you may not have expected something like this to happen and you wanted to change into something more... fitting... for the occasion."

Then, it hit you. You were wearing such normal panties, it hurt! Shame on you, shame on you!

Going to the cabinet, you skimmed through the sets of lingerie. None really caught your eye, until you landed on a lacy white two peice with pearly accents. Sexy, baby!

"Oh, you like that one? Thats Crewels favorite. Hes gonna go batshit crazy if he sees you in that! Personally I dont give a shit what you're wearing, you'll be naked and in my arms by the end of the night so it doesn't matter." He says with a smug look on his face. Was that... a threat? Why was it sexy for him to say if it was? He was leaning with his arms crossed on the cabinet, looking for any sign that you were uncomfortable. They really were putting your needs above theirs.

"Go! Try it on! I wanna see Crewels face when he comes back!" He lightly shooshes you away with a hearty laugh that made your cheeks red. After showing you to the bathroom, he leaves you to the privacy of the semi cold, hard floor room. Getting changed, you heard the door open and Crewel walk in. Sam and him were talking about something you just couldn't hear what. Putting the panties to the lingerie set on, you had realized they untied at the sides. How convenient! Stepping outside, you felt their eyes practically rip you apart.

"Hot diggity dog! I'm so sorry, that sounded so weird oh my god." Sam slaps his face before cupping his eyes in embarrassment. Crewel sent him a death glare before looking back at you with wide eyes and completely red cheeks.

"Uhm.. we should uh.. go over safety precautions. Our safeword is going to be, 'blue', understood?" Crewels voice was shaky and he was clearly avoiding your gaze, but he did sound serious. Shaking your head yes, he continues. "Alright. Remember, any time you get uncomfortable, or you want to stop, or anything, just say the safeword and we'll stop immediately. As for everything else, I got some things for us. Just to make everything a smoother process is all. Lube, vibrators, simply just things to have your body relax. As for protection, both Sam and I can't have kids. In our defense we didn't think something like this would happen."

"In short, you're gonna be fine. We'll make sure you're treated nice and good, don't worry. Crewel and I are, as the kids would say, 'freaks in the sheets', but we'll wait until later dates to actually try those things with you. If you're comfortable, that is." Sam smiles at you. It was comforting to see all the precautions they're taking.

"I'm okay with anything really, I mean, I dont have very much experience but im willing to try things out! It's just, im a bit nervous is all.." Sam looks at you as though he's seen something so otherworldly gorgeous he can't explain it, and he gently takes your hands.

"Hey, dont be scared, okay? We'll go as slow as you want, and if at anytime you want to stop we will. We just want you to have a good time." Sam winks as he gives your hands a gently squeeze of reassurance. Crewel was silently taking off his coat all the while looking at the way the lingerie was hugging your body. Blush was covering your cheeks as you take your hands out of sams grasp and cup them together in a nervous fashion.

"Thanks.. its just this outfit im wearing is starting to be a bit uncomfortable." You say while looking away from their prying eyes.

"Well let's take it off then." Crewel says with a grin on his face while making eye contact.

"Mhm. I agree. If its making you so uncomfortable we should take it off." Sam says while giving you his signature grin. He takes your hand and leads you to their shared bed, sitting you on his lap in the middle of the comfortable mattress. Crewel followed and crawled towards the two of you, while landing front of you and spreading your legs gently.

Sam slowly leans into the crook of your neck, "I'm gonna take these off, okay?" He whispers in your ear as he places the strings of your panties in his fingers. Nodding in agreement, he gives the shell of your ear a soft nip, earning a small yelp from you, making the men giggle.

He slowly takes his fingers and pulls on the drawstrings, Crewel in front of you, watching in anticipation. Shyness taking over, you instinctively shut your legs close when Sam begins to take the peice of loose fabric off.

Crewel places one hand on your inner thigh and pries them open, clicking his tongue while shaking his head in light hearted dissapointment. "Ah-ah, no hiding sweetheart, cmon, you'll be begging to be touched more by the end of the night, we have to start somewhere, dont we?" Crewels voice was laced with last, you had never heard him act like this before, but God you wanted more.

You you began to crawl up Sams lap in a stroke of nervousness, to which he only gave a soft smile at. "You'll be a good girl for Divus, wont you? You'll be so good for him, let him eat you out, right?" Sam says from behind you in a teasing tone, while Crewel waited patiently for your response. Nodding yes, Crewel dove between your legs like a starved man.

A loud moan escapes your lips from the sudden burst of pleasure, earning a chuckle from the man behind you. Placing both hands on Sam's thighs in an attempt to keep your balance, you only ended up digging your fingernails into his skin. Leaving harsh, painful nail marks on his legs, Sam groans at the sudden pain. He takes his hand, interlocking it in Crewels hair and pulling him forward so he can reach deeper parts of you. You moan loudly at Crewel being able to hit spots no one else could, and Sam takes his hand out of Crewels hair and places two fingers on your clit, making circular motions with light pressure.

With all the stimulation, it doesn't take long for you to cum, which you do with a loud moan. Crewel licks all of your juices up and swallow them in a single motion. "Delicious, as expected." He says as he softly caresses your cheek for comfort. Sam begins to rub slow circles into the flesh of your thigh, giving them light pinches every word often.

Crewel begins to unbuckle his belt with one hand, the other still stroking your cheek. "Are you alright with taking us both at the same time? Its alright if not, we can take turns if you'd like." Crewel makes eye contact with you as he asks, making you swallow hard in anxiety. As you begin to think, Sam lays his head in the crook of your neck in anticipation.

"I'm alright with taking you both at the same time, its just please be slow, im a little scared is all... this is my first time doing something like this..." you say as a small chuckle comes from them both. "Of course we'd be slow silly! You're our main priority, so we just want to make you comfortable." Sam says as he kisses your neck and slowly retreats from his resting place on your shoulder.

"I'd suggest you prepare her for... well, anal. You're alright with that, right?" Crewel asks with concern in his eyes. Now THIS was something you didn't expect tonight, but not unwelcome.

"I'm okay with it! But please, please be gentle, I've never done this before." You say as you look behind you at Sam. He gives you a smile before ruffling your hair. "I know I know, I'll be gentle I swear." He says as he begins to let his slender fingers roam to you ass. "Get ready, okay? This is gonna feel weird and possibly hurt for a minute, but it'll get better."

Taking a deep breath, you nod your head. Sam takes one finger and begins to slowly inch his way in, letting you stretch out. You slowly grown out at the alien feeling, gripping Sam's thighs harder than you were before.

He begins to curl his finger in you, slipping in another one as you start to loosen up more. Crewel could sense the way it hurt, he leaned down and started kissing and rubbing your thighs gently, hoping it would help you ease.

Sam could feel you loosen from this, to the point he was able to slip a third finger in, earning a moan from you. He began to curl his fingers upwards as he kissed and sucked on the sensitive skin of your neck. With the stimulation, you ended up cumming after a few minutes.

As Crewel lapped up your juices again, but gently this time as to not overstimulate you, Sam began to praise you more. "Look at you, doing so good for us, taking us so well. I cant wait to have you coming undone on us." Sam said as he placed a light kiss on your cheek.

Crewel took the rest of his clothes off, leaving him in just his boxers, letting you stare in awe at how well built he was. He took your hand and let you sit in his lap. "Just a second doll, Sam needs to undress himself." He says as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, placing sweet kisses on it. After a minute, Sam was done and was also in just his boxers, guiding you back onto his lap.

"Which hole ya wanna take? Rock paper scissors? No, thats too cliche.." Sam rambles on. "I'm fine with whatever, what do you want, y/n?" Crewel tags into the conversation as he scoots closer to the two of you, holding your waist in the process.

"I'm okay with the position we're in right now, with you being in the front, Sam in the back.. it seems fine like this." The men smile at how genuine you're being, voicing your concerns, ect. Its cute to them. They nod and hum in agreement as Crewel grabs a bottle of lube.

"I reckon I won't have to use this as much as you will, Sam. Take it slow, hurt her and I'll beat the shit out of you." Crewel says with a smile on his face, sort of whispering that last part.

"I am gentle! I'm always gentle, some would even call me a gentleman!" Sam says with a playful scowl, taking the bottle from him. You begin to giggle as you see Crewel slowly take off his boxers, reveling his already, very hard member.

"Sorry love, you looked too cute, couldn't help it, yknow?" He says, giving you a wink as his breath speeds up. You feel Sam shifting under you and you feel him take off his boxers, throwing them to the side.

Oh no, they're both huge! Crewels is long, around 7-8.5 with reasonable girth, while Sams is 6.5 and a lot thicker. How are you gonna take them both at once?

"I know what you're thinking, you'll be alright. We'll take it slow, build up speed with time." Sam says as he places a quick kiss on your temple. He squeezes the lube on his hand, rubbing it together to warm it up before putting it on his cock. Earning a hiss from him, he sighs and places both hands on your waist. Lifting your body up, both him and Crewel line themselves with your holes, and wait for your confirmation.

Placing both hands on Crewels shoulders, you nod your head before they begin to slowly sink themselves into you, stretching you out more in the process. Moans from all three of you fill the room as they lower you down more and more.

Once they are fully in, they both huddle close to your body, singing you praise after praise as they wait for you to let them move. After a few minutes pf being out of breath and simply just panting you give them the go ahead.

"You can move, I'm okay now." And with that, they pull their torsos away from you and place their hands on your waist. Starting at a slow pace for you to get used to it, they slowly and gradually add more speed as they both bounce you on their cocks.

Sam rests his head on your shoulder, panting in your ear as his grip on you tighten and his muscles tense. Crewel doing the same, but while bouncing you, he begins to thrust upwards when you come down to make a larger impact, earning a loud moan that makes you tense around them.

Ssm gets jealous of how Crewel seems to be fucking you better, so he starts to do the same, meeting his thrusts with your timing. You were all moaning messes and by the looks of it, none of you could last very long.

Sam grits his teeth as his hands make their way to your tits, softly squeezing and pinching them. Crewel let's his hands wander to your pussy, taking his thumb and rubbing circles on your clit. You dont last long after they begin to do this, and cum for the third time this night, riding out your high as Sam and Crewel chase theirs.

You can feel Sams breath speed up and grow more hoarse as his grip on your thighs and breast slightly tighten. "Shit shit shi-" a loud groan erupted from his chest as he spills his seed in you. Crewel falling seconds after, cumming in you as he thrusts upwards, keeping it in.

You all lay on the bed for a few seconds, basking in eachothers presence while catching your breath. Crewel slowly pulls out, earning a whince from you. He walks into the bathroom and comes back seconds later with a wash cloth.

"Cmon Sam, you gotta get out." Crewel says as he looks at him, with a whine Sam pulls out too, letting both their juices spill out of you. "Such a good girl for us, keeping all our cum in her. You did so well for us dear." Crewel says as he cleans you up. Lightly dabbing the cloth on your now sensitive areas, he softly chuckles at the way your body reacts.

Sam walks to the other side of the room, going into a small fridge and grabbing three waters and a few snacks. "I've got waters for all of us and some chocolates for the girl of the hour." He says with a wink. Crewel is done cleaning you and goes to throw the soiled towel in a wash basket as Sam opens your water and chocolates.

Replenishing your thirst and munching on the surprisingly delicious chocolates, Sam picks you up unexpectedly and moves you to the front of the bed. "What, you didn't think we were gonna kick you out after this, did you?" Crewel says chuckling as he comes back from being in the bathroom.

"Honestly, im not sure what to expect from you guys anymore." You say with a chuckle. Both men chuckle aswell as they make it into bed with you, sandwiching you between them. Shifting the pillows and blankets around until you're all comfortable, you lay in a comfortable silence.

As you all say your goodnights as the lights in the room turn off, you can't help but think of what situation you're in. Having two men who just fucked you into oblivion now cuddling you goodnight? You could get used to this.

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A/N: im lorde yaya im lorde yaya

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland smut #twst crewel #twst divus #divus crewel #crewel x reader #divus x reader #sam twst #sam twisted wonderland #twst smut #crewel smut #twst sam smut #need these men so bad wow #im down so bad for them #crying screaming rolling on the floor

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Call Me Cruel

Pairing: Divus Crewel x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, dom/sub dynamics, collars, dirty talk, fingering, clit stimulation, blowjob, soft sex turns into rough sex, begging, slight breeding kink, pet names, degrading nicknames, praise

Word count: 1.6k

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A/N: I was gonna say that is like Cruella turned into a mob boss but that is kind of what happened in the origin movie. This is commissioned work and yeah it's interesting to see people's tastes, although with Crewel I kind of expected everything that is in this fic.

You knew you were in trouble the moment you stepped into Divus's classroom before class. He liked you well enough as his assistant, that you had no doubts about, but there was another, secret part of your relationship that no one was aware off.

One where you found yourself subjected to his every whim, where he could pull you in for kiss, leave you breathless and moaning as he pushed you against the board, his gloved hand making it's way under your skirt and into your underwear, gently massaging your ass before his fingers dip into your dripping entrance.

"You've been looking at me through the whole morning class. I didn't think you'd be into doing it here. I'm always happy to discover new things about you though, and wouldn't you know each one is more lewd than the last." His hand trailed up your back, fingers squeezing around your neck for just a moment before hooking his index finger on the red collar around your neck.

"What can I say sir?" You smile and moan as you back up, feeling his clothed bulge against you, "I like to be a little daring sometimes. You taught me that."

"Indeed." Divus slowly drew his finger out and then adding another one as he slides them inside, "And I have so many more things to show you."

"Yeah?" You sigh as you bent forward, your legs spread wider to let him move his fingers better. "Is that why you're letting me do this in the classroom?"

Divus chuckles against your neck, "I think I may have ruined you babe. Remember what you were like when you first arrived here? You were so timid. The mere sight of my cock made you blush, a single dirty word whispered in your ear had you whining before me. And now?" You hear him untie his tie, his fingers slowing down to a teasing thrust, "Now you let me do things like this no questions asked." You feel his fingers brushing against your neck as he ties a knot around your collar. He tugs in the tie, angling your head back and making you whimper, his fingers now back to his rougher, quicker rhythm.

"I... I think i just used to being like this with you. Only with you though." You back up against him some more, trying to get him to stop teasing. As much as you love his fingers, you're craving something a bit bigger, a bit thicker.

The way your cunt clenched around Divus's fingers, dripping down his hand, told him exactly what you needed right now. He'd make you come enough times to know exactly what your body needs. But it doesn't mean he's gonna give it to you easily.

"Of course you're only mine. My beautiful pet. Just look at you, legs spread, offering yourself to me like a bitch in heat. You need my cock bad don't you?" You nod eagerly. Divus pulls the tie back and you make half-choked sob, "Use your words my darling."

"Fuck yes, please Div. I've been thinking about it all morning." Your voice is dripping with lust for him.

"I love it when you're honest, makes things so much easier." He thrust his fingers in a few more times before he removed them and slid your ruined underwear down your legs, just under your knees. "I'll tell you a secret sweetheart." He leans in so his breath tickles your ear, "I've been thinking about this all morning too." In your lustful haze you didn't even register the that he undid his pants. The feeling if his naked cock spreading your folds caught you by surprise.

It took everything in you not to roll your hips for him, trying to get more friction. Divus ran one hand up your thigh while the other traveled to your clit, pressing it in tight, slow circles to get you ready for him.

Divus groaned as his cock got wetter and wetter with every roll of his hips. He waited for you to finally snap and grind back into him, "Inside. Please."

"Hm? What is it pet? What do you want?" He could be so damn cruel sometimes, teasing you like this, making you beg, tugging on your collar to tilt your head back.

"Please just give me your dick already, I don't know.. mmn... how much more of this I can take." You gasp as the tip of his cock nudges against you, slowly sinking in. He's good at giving you what you want, he just enjoys making you beg for it first. You know that. And yet you keep playing his game over and over again.

"Oh I know how much you can take." His chuckle is almost sinister as he slides his cock into your tight cunt, slowly, feeling you open up for him, feeling you squeeze around his hard cock. He didn't stop until he was balls deep inside you. You let out a shaky breath at him dragging out and sinking in slowly, until he bottomed out again. "Gods I wish I could just fill you up. Make you drip with my cum. Make you walk around all day with my cum inside of you. Maybe I will. We'll take a day off and I'm gonna spend all of it filling you up."

You bucked your hips into him, every time he pulled out and thrust back in you met him half way, his finger pressing your clit every time his balls hit the back of your thighs.

"Shit." You groan, "I'm... fuck... What if... I really want it?" You look back, seeing his smirk, his teeth almost canine-like, "You called me a bitch in heat. What if I want to be breed?"

"Oh darling I love you so much." Divus leaned forward, his hand grabbing your thigh and lifting your leg sideways so he can sink in deeper, "As soon as we get back to our room I promise I'm gonna fill you up. I'm going to give you so much cum you're gonna be overflowing with it, covered in it."

His cock hit your sweet spot over and over, his words making your head swim with all the wonderful images of his promises. His cock sank in deep, making you scream his name in pleasure, your cunt clenching around him, intent on milking his balls. Divus had other plans however.

As soon as you caught your breath he pulled out, your lips puffy and pink from the pounding he just gave you. He moved back and tugged on his tie, turning you around and pushing you on your knees. As soon as you were on level with his cock you took him into your mouth and sucking. If you can't take him in your cunt then your mouth will have to do for now.

"So damn good for me, my little pet, my little cumhungry bitch." You moaned around the tip, taking inch after inch, your tongue swiping lightly along the underside.

He tugged harder, almost making you choke as you chose that specific moment to sink all the way down.

You could feel how full he was, every pulse of his cock going straight between your legs, making you ache all over again. But you knew you won't have time for another dicking down for at least a few hours. And Divus explicitly forbade you from touching yourself, he was the only one who could make you come.

"I'm gonna come in your pretty, little mouth. Take it! I don't want to see you waste a single drop you understand me?" His groan sounded almost like a growl. You relaxed your throat and swallowed around his cock. He tugged on the makeshift leash one final time as he creamed down your throat. It was so much, he must have been just as pent up as you. You almost couldn't take it all. "You can take it." He cooed as if he read your mind, "You're my good girl, I know you can take everything I have to give you."

You tilted your head back just a little as you swallowed gulp after gulp of his cum.

When he pulled out his thumb was quickly wiping the corner of your mouth. "Good girl, I knew you could do it. I'll make sure to give you a nice reward."

"Please do." You turned your head to kiss the inside of his palm. Even though the glove you could feel the warmth of his touch. "Do we still have some time before the next class starts?"

"Hmm, a few minutes." You nod while tucking his soft cock back into his underwear and zipping his pants back up. Feeling cheeky you pressed a kiss across his now clothed cock. "Although if you keep that up I might call in suddenly sick."

"And what a shame that would be." You kissed him again, making him chuckle. He pulled you up and untied the tie, tying it back around his neck, "Hold still." You straighten it up for him before giving him a peck on the lips, "There. Now you look like the perfect teacher again."

"Thank you." He looked down, your panties still pooled around your ankles, "I wouldn't exactly mind you keeping those off, but you should them pull them up for the students sake." A hot blush spreads across your face as you bend down and pull your underwear up. "You're so damn cute." He pecked your lips again, lightly tugging on your collar as he walked back to his desk and took a seat, you standing next to him as you waited for the next bell to ring.

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