#twst crowley x reader

[dotster001]

Househusband Au HC'S

Summary:Crewel/Crowley/Vil/Rook/Malleus/Idia x gn!reader

Requested by @stygianoir

A/N: my tag list is still packed so hopefully you guys find this 😂

CW:sus gardener Rook, discussions of Idia's depression and fear of death, but I think that's it

Part Two. Part Three

Most well dressed parent at the PTA meeting. Puts everyone to shame, and makes all the other parents and teachers jealous.

Cooks five star meals exclusively , and makes sure you get your proper intake of nutrients. He can't have his favorite pup lacking in proper nutrition!

One hundred percent coordinates your outfits for you everyday. You're the best dressed worker, all because your husband hand sews you outfits designed to blow the competition out of the water.

Pretends he's not snuggly, until nighttime, then he gets pouty. He'll be aggressively folding laundry, and not speaking to you until you come to bed and let him hold you.

You own twelve dogs. Each dog has an individual diet it is on, that is hand made by him everyday. He knows exactly what every dog needs, and makes sure to memorize what each dog needs.

If you want kids, you will adopt/birth at least three. He likes a full house. Majored in alchemy before he settled down as your househusband, and is more than happy to tutor not just your kids, but also their friends, in alchemy.

Sings like Roger from 101 dalmatians because I said so. Also he plays the piano like him. Because I said so. I'm weak okay!

They say he had an illustrious career as a model, then he met you. That's only half true though. He was planning on retiring anyway, and just happened to meet you around that time. He likes to let the tabloids believe it was all your fault. It makes him laugh. Vil Schoenheit bows to no one! Now drink your smoothie!

Healthy meals constantly. He somehow managed to make them all taste good though. It's a little suspicious honestly…what does he put in that smoothie? You never liked smoothies for breakfast before…

He likes to do your nightly routine for you. It's his love language. At 7 pm sharp, he clears his throat, and gestures for you to sit down. Then he brushes out your hair, does your skin care routine, dresses you in pajamas, and tucks you in, making sure to give you a kiss on the forehead before he joins you.

If you aren't home in time for your nightly routine, he goes to bed early, turned away from your side of the bed. He will not speak to you, even though you know full well he is awake. He knows deep down it's not your fault, but he has simmering rage and no one else to take it out on.

That said, when you do fight (which you do a lot) he'll storm out before he can be particularly nasty. But you'll wake up to a single rose on the pillow next to you, and a new pair of shoes to wear to work.

You have one fluffy white cat, or one child. It's one or the other in Vil's pristine house. This isn't a barn, for seven's sake.

Cooks, cleans, gardens…. he's made for this life. You don't even know where he gets the time for it.

Rook prides himself on having the best garden in the neighborhood. Your neighbors asked him what fertilizer he used, and he wrapped an arm around you and giggled about how it was "the most organic around". Considering the last time you had to do laundry there were red stains on his clothes, you choose not to ask questions.

If you have kids, there are three of them, each two years apart. He makes the perfect paper bag lunches for them everyday, with little french notes in them (raising bilingual kids in this family). As he drops them off at school he kisses each one on the top of the head, and jovially waves them off.

You have two dogs that he takes hunting with him on his solo weekends (they aren't often, because he can barely stand to part from you!) But you also have a rabbit. He gave it your name, and likes to tease you by saying how he "caught his lapin" and never saying whether he's referring to you or the rabbit.

Another one who makes sure you look your best at work. But his favorite thing is when you forget your lunch, and he "has" to bring it to work for you. This is when he is at his most dressed up, and your outfits compliment eachother the most. He loves the gazes of envy that come his way as he kisses you and hands you your lunch.

When he's not doing chores at break neck speed, he wants you to either be in his arms, or him in yours. He doesn't care which! Please, his poor heart needs you!

Trust fund baby. Born rich, then married you. Tried to convince you not to work, but you wanted to, for whatever reason, so he "allows" it. (Who is he kidding? He could never deny you anything, what a simp) he sulks all day though, moping like a lovesick teen until you come home. Heaven forbid you forget something and have to come back in before you actually left, because he has your boss on speed dial, and will call you in sick. Oh, you just left your wallet? Too late, he assumed you had fallen ill and had chosen to stay home with him! 

He's a little clueless on cooking and household chores (Lilia is no help) but he tries! Boy does he try! And it's not half bad. Not stellar, but not bad. You've only gotten food poisoning once, and he's only ever burnt a hole in two of your shirts with an iron.

Loves to serenade you with his violin on special occasions. You know the evening is going to be wonderful when he pulls it out. Oftentimes, it's a song he wrote for you, and sometimes he even sings along.  His deep timbre will often have you so relaxed that you start to drift off. He's fine with that! More time to cuddle!

Speaking of, he starts the night out by laying on his side of the bed, and by the end of the night he is wrapped around you like a koala. He also gets very hot at night. You often don't need a blanket. You asked him about it once, and he said something about "draconic internal temperature regulation", whatever the fuck that means.

You had to put him on a budget because he buys you every shiny thing he sees. He always goes over budget, and always insists it's the last time and it will never happen again. This, friends, is what we call a lie.

He's only a househusband in name, really. He still has an income/job in the form of streaming and YouTube videos. But he stays at home, and likes it when you call him your househusband. He gets all blushy and smiley. He likes the idea of being the one you look forward to coming home to.

Ortho lives with you both, obviously. And he does all the cooking and cleaning. But he and Idia have an unspoken agreement that if you ask, he helped too.

Calls you at work at least once a day. It's always during your lunch break though, so that you can "eat lunch together" You know his mental health difficulties are acting up if he calls you more than once though.You don't have to come home, he'll be alright, he just needs to hear your voice.

His stream only knows you as player 2. When you get back from work, he'll say "Oh player 2 just got home!" And get so excited. He'll run off stream to give you a kiss, and won't come back until you remind him he's streaming. His followers have been there through the whole progression of your relationship, and despite not knowing what you look like, and only hearing your voice off screen every once in a while, they adore Gloomy Samurai and Player 2.

You always have two cats at a time, usually the ones at the shelter or humane society that are bonded or siblings. He doesn't want to separate a family, and also gets nervous about the inevitability of death. So you always have two cats. That way if something happens you always have one.

Yes. You get him to start telehealth therapy, and medication. Why do you ask?

He tries, bless his heart. His cooking is not bad, but his cleaning skills are subpar. To be honest, he's not cut out for the househusband life, but you've heard horror stories about how he handled his previous jobs. So for the sake of the world, you do your best to ensure he stays here.

"He's so generous" 🙄 Any time he goes a little bit above what you expected from him, he drops that line. A particularly good dessert? How generous. He actually folded laundry today? So magnanimous. But it hurts his pride if you don't agree, and you married him for some reason, right?

He has an allowance, and usually spends all of it. Sometimes it's gifts for you, but a lot of times it's for him. Which, it's his allowance, so that's fine. But he buys the weirdest stuff and doesn't use it. It just sits around your home.

If you have to work on something on the home computer, good luck to you. Home is for loving him, not working! He'll slip into your lap, give you a sexy pout, and start caressing your cheek, and tracing shapes into your neck. Then he'll start talking about how you're neglecting him, just put the work away and come cuddle with him. 

Where he shines though, is if you guys end up with kids. He's a surprisingly good father, making sure they all are clean, safe, and well fed. He helps with homework, and is surprisingly good at it, he's good at seeing what their needs are, he knows immediately when one of the kids is sick, and is at the doctor right away… you don't know where these skills came from. But the second the kids are in bed, he's back to being your needy husband.

[cupids-chamber]

— " MR . HEADMASTER ? " Slightly suggestive content / gender neutral reader

He coddled into your neck, snuggling deeper into your embrace; a dazed sigh escapes the man as he grasps at your body, binding himself into your embrace. You could feel his body relax within your arms, warmth radiating off of one another. Slowly you reached out, running your hands up his torso and up to his neck, the touch lingered on his skin, even though the clothes everywhere you touched radiated with warmth; his eyes widened as you gently pulled at his collar. A cheeky grin overlapped your features, as you took in, just how affected he is with your subtle actions.  

His breath hitched as you lightly grazed your fingers through his hair; carefully you tighten your grasp and tug him back using his hair. The action resulted in him releasing a whine; in protest all the while the two of you come face to face. Taking in his flustered features, you let out a breezy chuckle, if you hadn’t known any better you would’ve sworn he had gotten redder than before. 

Softly you made use of your free hand, lifting his face up, slowly pulling his face closer to you. You leaned down causing the two of your foreheads to touch, you watched as his eyes widened slightly and he began babbling some sort of nonsense you’d rather not pay attention too. It didn’t take long before you leaned down and settled the distance between one another. 

Swallowing his whines, you carefully analyzed how he came undone in your grasp, how even the bare touch of your fingertips against his skin could rile him up, so easily. You took in all the small details before letting him go. He struck you with a confused look, his face flustered with a look of slight annoyance and displeasure at the abrupt pause; you couldn’t help but giggle. “Don’t you have work to finish, Mr. headmaster?”

© cupids-chamber, do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work without prior permission and or confirmation.

[prince-kallisto]

After making Crowley’s birthday message, I wanted to make a version where he wishes you happy birthday too (*´꒳`*) I think the transitions turned out a little smoother than my first try. It would be nice if he could wish us happy birthday in canon! 💖🐦‍⬛

I know this video exposed me as a Crowley simp lmaooo. If it makes you feel any better, his “surprise~” was 2 thaumarks 🫠 He couldn’t afford to give you any more, sorry. But if you ask him nicely enough (Aka beg and simp for him lmao), perhaps he’ll indulge in some of your more “special” wishes?

\(//∇//)\

Crowley’s “Birthday” message

[qwertyheidi]

Crowley: I need you to watch over my office for 5 minutes.

Adult!Yuu: 5 minutes or 5 Crowley minutes?

Crowley: *smirks* Stop flirting with me.

Adult!Yuu: ...

[blackcherryvelvet0909]

Feathered Good (Crowley x GN!Reader)

Content Warning: Alcohol (no intoxication), implied depression, implied unhealthy coping mechanisms, mild angst

Note: Reader is an adult NRC staff member

A pleased hum vibrated along your lips and rumbled through your throat as a soft breeze kissed your skin. It smelt of sand and sea, beneath that the delectable scent of various dishes cooking in the restaurant kitchen. You took another sip of your drink, the taste of [favorite fruit] wonderfully flooding your taste buds once again. You savored the flavor as your gaze lingered on the view before you, out towards the vast body of saltwater beyond. It was an excellent idea, coming out here; you’d have to thank Divus for the recommendation later. This was exactly what you needed. 

You were tucked into a nice little corner as well. Your table was situated on the lower deck of the restaurant - you thought it too nice an evening to remain inside. The spot wasn’t too far from the kitchens, either, so your food and drink didn’t take long to reach you. There was only one thing missing: company. When you first planned to eat out here, you thought Divus and Trein would come with you. However, as usual, their duties as professors got them into a bit of trouble, and a little injury. Thank goodness it wasn’t too bad of a fall; even so, the men had been in no mood to walk two to three flights of stairs, whether short or long. 

So, here you were, split between happiness for the alone time and disappointed in the lack of friendly conversation. Your eyes made another once over of your surroundings, watching the other patrons chat and laugh amongst themselves. Just as you were about to focus back on the waning sunset, your gaze settled on a familiar figure on the floor above. You could scarcely make out his frame, but you knew that mask from anywhere. What was Crowley doing here? Well, that was a dumb question. When was the headmage not making the most of the trip - either on or off the clock, to you and your coworkers’ misfortune. 

You couldn’t try and scold him, since it was technically both your off times. There was no reason to go and talk to him. Still…you found yourself rising from your seat. You placed a few madol on the table for your waiter; as you passed by the person at the register, you mentioned you were moving up to the top floor. That way they wouldn’t try and chase you, thinking you were trying to skip paying your bill. When the cashier gave you a nod and a smile, you headed up the long flight of stairs. It was a bit of a struggle to not spill your drink in your ascension, but you managed. Within minutes you reached the top - the view was even better from this height. 

Crowley faced away from you, the rim of his glass pressed to his lips as he took a sip of the liquid within. You couldn’t tell if it was alcoholic or not - did he even drink? Guess it was time to find out. “I’m surprised to see you here,” were the words you greeted him with. He turned to you as you rested your glass on the wooden edge of the balcony, wide enough for patrons to settle small plates of food or beverages. 

The headmage greeted you with a smile as he straightened his posture. “I make a point to visit this restaurant whenever I get the chance to travel here.” Crowley leaned against the railing, arm rested atop it, clawed hands almost folded in front of him. He looked more casual than usual - relaxed, even. If he were not a man who constantly plucked at your nerves, you’d think him rather dashing, especially since, this evening, he was not clad in that gaudy tropical shirt and khakis. Aside from his cloak, top hat, and cane, he was dressed in his usual ensemble. “Is this your first time here?” he asked. 

“The restaurant or this beach in general?” 

He shrugged his shoulders. “Either.” 

“Yes, to both,” you answered. Your body relaxed as you rested your arms against the wooden railing, glass placed next to you. “This is my first vacation in forever, I think. Usually, when I’m not working, I just hang out at home.” You chuckled, “I wouldn’t exactly call this a vacation, anyway; it’s basically a work trip.” 

“True,” Crowley agreed, “but I have done my best to work some ample time for you and the other staff to enjoy yourselves as well.” You seriously questioned that, with the way the man would sometimes outright abandon you and the students in favor of some other unknown activity. He picked up his small glass with his fingertips, swirling the brown liquid within as his eyes cast back out at the waves beyond. “This is truly a charming place, despite the hustle and bustle of the tourists.” Crowley lifted the glass to take another sip of his beverage. Feeling a bit mischievous, you decided to ask him another question. 

“Is that why Royal Sword and Noble Bell also chose this place to hold their field trips?” You held back a laugh as the headmage nearly choked on the drink. Patiently, you waited for him to regain himself before he answered. 

“Well…I suppose that is the reason.” You could almost picture the sweat that surely beaded under his shirt collar. “As I said, this is a wondrous place! What better destination for students to learn and play?” 

“It is, indeed, a place to do both - for all ages.” A little smirk played on your lips as you pried more. “It’s just strange we arrived right as the other schools did.” You lifted your drink to your lips as you added, “Coincidence, perhaps?” 

The headmage now avoided your gaze - a clear sign he was nervous. “Ah…yes!” Crowley let out a nervous laugh. “Quite so! Us three headmasters must be in sync with one another. As they say, great minds think alike!” 

Or a certain one didn’t want to look bad in front of his peers, you thought to yourself. For now, you decided to keep that thought to yourself. After all, there was no proof to that…yet. Divus said he would keep you posted.

“While it does allow our students to mingle with ones from other schools, it is a little chaotic.” You sighed as you placed your drink back down on the space next to you, the taste of [drink of choice] fresh upon your tongue. “I’m surprised there haven't been that many fights. Aside from Spade’s confrontation with those Royal Sword boys, there hasn’t been much of an incident. It’s either we finally have peace in the valley,” another sigh left your lips, “or all will come crashing down in the final days of the trip.” 

“Come now,” Crowley chuckled. “Do you have such little faith in our flock?” You sent him a look - without words, he seemed to get the point. He nodded his head, “Yes, our students are a rowdy bunch, to be sure. But perhaps this change of scenery will calm those rebellious natures enough for them to put away their fists.” 

“Hopefully,” you wished, with all of your being. You really didn’t get paid enough for the hassle sometimes. 

A silence fell between you two for a few moments, nothing but the sound of distant chatter and ocean waves filling your ears. Crowley was the one to break that hush. “[Y/n]?” You perked up at the sound of your name - your first name. It was odd for him not to address you formerly, even when off duty. With your attention back on him, he continued. “What do you think makes a good person?” 

“I didn’t know you partook in philosophy,” you said, perplexed by the question. Where did this come from?

“I read up on the subject from time to time,” Crowley mentioned. “Will you humor me?” 

Well, you didn’t see why you couldn’t. You did yearn for conversation earlier - now you had it. For a few seconds, you thought his question over, tossed and turned it in your mind. What made a good person? “I guess it depends on the person,” you finally replied. “No one will answer the same; it all weighs on someone’s life experience, I think.” 

“That was not what I asked.” Crowley’s expression was different, you realized. He looked sincere - more serious than you’d ever seen him. Even when a certain group of students overblotted in the past year, he hadn’t appeared this way. “I am asking you what makes a good person. In your eyes, what makes a good person?” 

You rarely ever experienced this man look directly into your eyes. It was almost like he wanted to peer into your very soul to find the answer. The tone of his voice had shifted as well, you noticed. Has Crowley ever been so earnest? You couldn’t answer that. You said you would humor him, so humor him you would. After a bit more contemplation, you explained to him what, to you, made a good person. 

The man listened intently, hung on your every word. He gave a slight nod of his head from time to time, truly taking in your beliefs. You secretly wished he’d take his work as seriously as this opinion of yours. Once you said your piece, he nodded once more, and then another long moment of silence washed over you both. That yellow gaze, obscured behind Crowley’s dark mask, was cast down to the ground. The rest of his expression, along with his body language, was almost…solemn, you thought. Did he find your answer disappointing? 

Before you could ask, he raised his head and smiled at you. Though it looked a little strained, he sounded genuine. “Thank you, [Y/n]. I will keep your words in mind for the future.” You watched as he picked up his glass once more, clasped a little tightly in his palm as he held it up to his lips. He then tilted his head back and drank the entirety of his beverage in a few short gulps. 

Your eyes must have widened at the display, for he let out a small laugh. “What’s that look for?” 

“What was that?” you asked, pointing at his now empty glass. 

“My drink?” Crowley shook the glass and the remaining ice clinked around within. “Scotch.” 

“You chugged it that quickly?!” The audacity of this man. “Will you even be able to walk back to the hotel?” It wasn’t too far away, the restaurant was located just outside the resort, but…

Crowley let out another laugh, much louder than the last. “Aww, you worry for me? I’m flattered!” Who wouldn’t worry? “But I assure you I’m quite alright. It takes a lot more than that to get me tipsy.” 

That was a pretty sizable amount of liquor though. Even Trein, someone who himself partook in scotch from time to time, would get a little blitzed after such a chug. How…how much did it take to get Crowley drunk? How much had he drunk in the past to build that high of a tolerance? Your expression must have revealed your inner thoughts, for Crowley let out another chuckle. 

“It has been my friend on many a late night,” he explained. Crowley eyed the glass in his hand almost as though it were an old friend. He appeared…almost sad, for the way he smiled. “This evening is one of few where it is not required.” 

Your heart sank. Not required? Sure, you knew Crowley was probably the type to drink a good bit, like Divus, but…that sounded rather ominous. Crowley appeared no different than the depressed protagonist in a movie. What exactly did he have to be depressed about? You thought back to the odd question he asked you minutes before. ‘What makes a good person?’ 

You thought about all the times Crowley praised himself. How kind he claimed to be with every little thing he did. Always out of arrogance, narcissism, maybe. Now, in light of the question he gave you, how he reacted and mulled over your answer. It now seemed those praises were affirmations to himself…assurances he was doing good. The confidence he showed when he made such claims always fueled the frustration within you. When put in this light though, it sounded like…like a man desperate to be a good person, when he didn’t know how to be. 

“Dire-” 

Your elbow hit something as you adjusted your position: Your glass. You gasped as it fell over the railing; you were just in time to watch it fall down to the sand three flights of stairs away. Thankfully it didn’t hit anyone on the way. A few guests and servers looked up in confusion - you suddenly felt embarrassed. You nearly jumped out of your skin when Crowley belted out in laughter. “It happens to the best of us!” he reassured. “I can’t count how many times I’ve made such a blunder.” 

With a wave of his hand, he called a waiter over. “Would you get my companion here another -” he glanced over at you “ - what were you having?” 

“[Drink of choice],” you mumbled, still flustered beyond belief. 

“[Drink of choice]!” Crowley repeated to the waiter. He handed them his empty glass as he added, “And another glass of scotch for me, if you wouldn’t mind.” Crowley slipped the waiter a several madol as a tip - or as a way to get your drinks quicker. Either way, the waiter uttered a ‘yes, sir’ before they headed down to the bar. As they went out of sight, Crowley turned back to you. “Where is that smile from before? You’re not the first to knock over a glass, you know.” 

“I know…” You shied away as you rubbed your arm. “I just hate someone has to pick it up.” 

“I’m sure that isn’t the worst thing they’ve ever done.” Crowley sat himself in a cushioned chair at the corner of the floor. You followed suit and took the one across from him. “If it broke, I will pay for that as well.” 

You raised an eyebrow. “Wouldn’t I have to pay for it?” 

“Usually,” he rested his chin against the back of his hand, “if I were not treating you.” 

Dire Crowley, the stingy headmage of Night Raven College, treating you? You couldn’t hold back the small laugh that escaped your throat. “I didn’t know you had a sense of humor,” you quipped. 

He scoffed, taken aback by your statement. “Whatever do you mean? I have a great sense of humor! And that was not a joke: I intend to pay for the drinks you may have in my presence.” 

Who clocked him over the head? “You’re serious?” you questioned with a skeptical raise of your brow. “Not going to take this out of my paycheck or something?”

“You think me that cruel?” He seemed to flinch by the look that crossed your face. “No no, I’m not going to take it out of your check - or any thereafter.” Another smile twitched at his lips. “Consider this my thanks for your company - and for answering my question.”

You wanted to ask more - more than him treating you. Yet something told you to hold back for now. Apparently this man was more cryptic, held more mysteries than you ever thought him to. There likely wouldn’t be anything to garner from his question - tonight, at least. Might as well take your good luck and accept the offer, before he changed his mind. You put your skepticism aside and smiled. “Thank you - I really appreciate it.”

Those masked eyes seemed to brighten a little at your gratitude. His posture straightened a bit more, his characteristic confidence back in full force. “Of course! I cherish the opportunity to reward one of my fellow peers for their hard work. After all,” his smile wavered into what looked like a smirk, “I am ever so kind~” 

Another reassurance…to you, or to himself? You seriously would question that from now on. 

If only you knew just how much Dire Crowley valued your opinion.

[kimbap-r0ll]

Crewel, rook, Idia, Crowley and malleus (seperately ) with a reader who has a high pain tolerance

Like the reader can feel pain but they ignore it or doesn’t bother them

Fluff plz

Hello, thank you for the ask! It was a bit hard for me to figure out how to make this into a fluff ;-;

Crewel, Rook, Idia, Crowley, Malleus x high pain tolerance!reader

Crewel

He doesn't mind it, honestly he would've never known about it unless he saw you holding something super hot while doing a lab experiment

He does worry about you from time to time, making sure to check on you to make sure you aren't injured too badly

If anyone decides to harm you though, Crewel will definitely step in and make sure to teach them a lesson

I feel like he would scold you for not taking care of yourself but he does this while bandaging any burns or scars you may get from injuries. He's sort of like a parent haha

Rook

I feel like he too won't really see anything wrong with you having a high pain tolerance. You two can do more physical activities though, maybe you guys can go hunting together

He will step in if someone else hurts you, no matter how much you say it wasn't that bad or so

Rook also knows exactly where you got hurt and how too (how scary lol). He also knows exactly how to treat it

Though Rook knows you have a high pain tolerance, he reminds you to take care of yourself and will often softly brush his fingertips against any of the parts that he bandaged

Idia

Um, are you okay? He gets worried over you even if you say nothing's hurting

He's too scared to interfere whenever you get hurt by someone else, he's really angry at himself over that too. But Ortho probably does that role for him haha

He would rather you stay with him in his room and just snuggle together. That way you two don't have to worry about getting hurt haha

High pain tolerance or not, he'll still look out for you. You might get some cool new gadget he made to make sure you don't get hurt too often haha

Crowley

I feel bad saying this, but realistically, he won't do anything about it.

Like we've seen the way he acts to Yuu, he might get a bit more concerned if you're his s/o but it feels like the bare minimum haha. He will tell you to be careful and that's it.

He doesn't want you to hide the fact that you feel pain if you ever do, high pain tolerance or not though. He may be bad at keeping track of things, but he doesn't want to see you in pain

I feel like rather than fixing you up with bandages he's the type to use magic to heal you. He might give you a hug often too, especially if you seem down. He'll hug you out of the blue too

Malleus

He wonders how you ended up with high pain tolerance, but he's also worried for you.

Super protective over you, more than any of the previous guys combined. He's almost always around you. Sure you have high pain tolerance but that isn't a pass for you to get hurt!

He also heals using magic, and it's really cool to watch. Sebek might be a bit jealous that you can get direct healing from the prince himself lol.

Overall, as long as you are alright, he won't worry over you. But he'll dote over you if you get even a slight scratch. "I don't feel anything tho" you might protest but he'll basically pout and say "No it's time to cuddle" lol

[cutiesgaloree]

HUNGRY FOR MORE !!

dire crowley x reader

context: you give your "benevolent" parter a feel of your mouth during a meeting between several important headmasters

warnings: mdni, semi-public, oral (male receiving)

Crowley was thankful his mask was able to hide most of his face, for he would be rendered a flustered mess without it. You licked a long, wet stripe up his shaft from under the table, teasing the poor man by giving kitten licks to his sensitive tip. He remained as quiet as he could, stifling moans by coughing into his fist.

"Dire, do you find yourself well? You've been coughing quite the bit and you seem very red," commented the RSA headmage.

"Yes- ah~, I'm fine!" the man stuttered back, nearly exposing himself as you took his hard length into your warm mouth. The other headmaster gave a skeptical nod before returning to the subject, all while you quickened your pace. A clawed hand shoved itself under the table and gripped your hair, yet you continued your ministrations relentlessly.

Peeking under the table, Crowley almost came from the sight. Pretty lips wrapped around his shaft, glistening with drool and his pre-cum. Gorgeous, teary eyes stared up into his own, desire shining in them.

By the seven, you looked hot.

"Mmhf," you moaned softly around his length. Crowley leaned back into his chair, panting as quietly as he could, head slightly thrown back at the vibrations from your sweet noises.

In your mouth, you began to feel him twitch, and so you used your trump card, which was simply fondling his balls and massaging them between your hands.

Crowley's legs banged up on the table and you felt his hot seed shoot into your mouth. You continued sucking him, up and down, until you milked him dry, humming slightly in satisfaction.

"Uwahh~" Crowley moaned, before realizing everyone was staring at him and doubled over in feigned pain. "My knees hurt from that- mmh~, h-hit.. Haha, how clumsy of me. Please, do carry on."

Settling down, he glanced at you between his thighs. An amused expression adorned your captivating features-- a smidge of pearly substance leaking onto your lips-- and he swore that when the meeting was over he'd be sure to return the favor~

[nerdy-simp-7120]

TEASING CROWLEY

dire crowley x gn!reader (nsfw suggested)

TW: crowley, an excessive amount of emojis, and a singular curse word

y'all, sorry for the emoji spam in every line 😭 my bestie and i do silly headcannons for each other and i do it to be dramatic for fun. i decided to post them so y'all can enjoy them as well :)

• it all started when you sat on his lap 🏃‍♀️

• if you did that 😈

• he's be all like, ohoho 🤭

• and then he'd get all cuddly n start showering you in kisses 😽

• "aren't i just so generous?" 💀

• but instead of agreeing with him like usual ☝️

• you licked his neck???? 🫠

• at first he be like 🤨

• bitch do i look like food? 😟

• just kidding 🤪

• he'd blush and grab your hips 😵‍💫

• y'know, becuz he's flustered 😫

• after a bit he'd quickly clear his throat and compose himself 🤥

• you'd think it's over, but his retaliation would be to embrace you 🫂

• and then he'd whisper in your ear 👂

• "oh? does my dear wish to test the limits? well who am i to deny you, my love" 🫦

• have fun tonight 😋

• and prepare a wheelchair lmfao 👩‍🦽

[married-to-google-translater]

EVERY time something goes wrong in NRC

[juno-of-wonderland]

Calling the staff "dad"

edit made on 10/27: Sam is now not speaking my mother tongue, sorry for that

warning: not reviewed

Dire Crowley

"are you done with-" "yes dad, I already did that" "…"

-this guy will ask permission to leave and will cry with happiness in the magic mirror -I also cried in the bath -he would boast about this to the other staff

Divus Crewel

"puppy you need to be more attentive" mumbling"sorry dad"

-he will ask you to repeat what you said -he had already adopted you before -but now he will ask you to sign the paper

Mozus Trein

"Dad, can you explain this part to me? I didn't understand very well" "…Of course"

-you think you saw the ghost of a smile on his face -he thinks: it looks like I have four children now -He is happy but shows it in his reserved way

Sam

you're trying to get something from the high shelf but you can't appears next to you "here little shadow" "thanks Dad"

-…he's too young to be a father, but he's not complaining -will teach you to be an entrepreneur -will make you sign an adoption document without you realizing

Ashton Vargas

"you're doing great kid!" breathless "thank you dad"

-oh, he's happy -it's like they gave him infinite cans of energy drink -I feel sorry for you and hurt other students when he gets so excited

[dotster001]

Twisted Earth

Summary: What if we are the game characters in Twisted Wonderland? Gn!reader x Crowley/Crewel/Vil/Rook/Malleus/Idia

requested by @stygianoir

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He plays your game instead of actually doing his work, but he thinks no one knows. (everyone knows)

You're his favorite character. He relates to you, (or he thinks he does, but he's a little delusional). If you got transported to your world, he thinks of how he'd treat you to whatever you want, and then you'd stay with him forever, constantly praising his generosity. Ah, bliss.

Despite you being his favorite, his gacha luck is very bad, and he only has two or three of your cards. He has a lot of your best friend, and even more of that one character that the game devs keep alluding you have a history with, but only a couple of yours. It drives him crazy. He's very pouty at the end of an event period.

He wrote one self insert fanfiction. Except it was the kind of self insert where the author gives the reader, a name, a personality, and a physical description. So it was just for him in the end.

He got the game because he saw Crowley playing it in a meeting (again), and he became curious what the big deal was.

You're his favorite because you have the best color scheme and design.  He has an SSR from an event of you, and it made him like you even more because it gives him a major power boost.

He has that event SSR, and all your regular cards. He doesn't mind what he's got, he can just see the rest on the internet.

His latest fashion line was a collaboration with the game devs, specifically for your character. The devs are also thinking about having an event with his outfits. He is patiently awaiting the start date.

He found the game when they reached out to his manager for an endorsement on his magicam feed. He played the game a little, and got your basic SSR in his first pull. 

He plays on his free time (which isn't very often), and mostly focuses on the main story, and your side stories from your cards. Like Crewel, he has an okay collection.

You just live such a different life from him, it's fascinating to see!  He likes to think about how much you could teach each other if you were real. He also just wants to pamper you, especially after that recent angst arc.

He may be lined up as a celebrity voice actor for season two of the game's plot, but we can't discuss that at this time.

He has two best friends now. Gao Gao dragon kun, and you. 

Got the game after Lilia told him "all the cool kids are playing it". He plays it every day, multiple times a day.

He finds your character to be an endearing human, and thinks your adventures are cute. He likes you a lot, because he thinks if you were real you'd be his friend, and maybe something more? Oh! He gets butterflies thinking about it!

He doesn't have very good luck getting your cards, but he's fine with that! He takes good care of the ones he has.

He discovered fanfiction! He is the biggest fanfiction reader on any platform, and is single handedly funding all of his favorite writers. Has made many requests, from various authors, for y/n x lonely fae prince. He cries for angst, and giggles like a kid for fluff. Lilia has read all of his favorites.

He may or may not be working on a spell to make you real.

If the Great Roi du poison endorses a game, you can bet that Rook will be playing it.

That said, he only opens the app once a month. He's too busy and distractible to remember to play more often, but you're definitely his fave character.

He likes to imagine just watching you. Seeing you explore a magical world after coming from a nonmagical one. He finds you to be a fascinating character, and is an avid theorist for all the lore!

He's a fanart drawer. You cannot change my mind. It's mostly of you, but sometimes, if he's feeling generous, he'll draw other people's favorite characters, or draw ships people have for you. But  he has to grit his teeth the entire time he does the latter. He'd rather draw you and him.

He's been playing the game since it came out. He was on the developer's hype train months before the release, and downloaded it the second he could.

He has average luck, but he's also spent real money on the game just so he can have the entire collection of your cards. He's only missing one, because for that event he had worked himself into a gamer coma, and now he'll never forgive himself. He's waiting impatiently for the revival of that draw.

He simps for your character so hard. You have all the traits he's looking for in a significant other. Although, he is one of the realist gamers, who worries that irl you wouldn't like him. But he likes to pretend anyway, hugging his body pillow of you, and imagining you both cuddling every night.

He has bought every bit of merch he could find. He has read every x reader fanfic of you on the internet. He has commissioned several fan artists for pictures of you, him, and Ortho as a happy family. He has paid your voice actor on Magicameo terrible, I know I'm sorry to wish him a happy birthday in your voice. He's unstoppable.

....

Tag list- @shytastemakerthing

[luxthestrange]

TWST Incorrect quotes#695 "Parents"

The Mc's With their "Parents"

Obey Me! Mc: If I fall…

Lilith: I’ll be there to catch you

WHB? Mc*looks at Solomon* What if I fall?

WHB? Solo: Then I’ll fall with you, never leaving your side

Crowley*watches these two interactions*

Crowley, to Yuu: And if I fall?~

Yuu: I’ll be the one who pushed you

[prince-kallisto]

I’m upset that we can’t wish Crowley (or any of the staff members) a Happy Birthday, so with my shoddy editing skills and pure brain rot, I decided to make it myself (*ﾟ∀ﾟ*) 🐦‍⬛

The video editing world is quite vast…I’m really impressed with people who are good at it Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

Edit: Crowley wishes the player Happy Birthday video!

[qwertyheidi]

Adult!Yuu: And this message from on high comes from the very day you happen to have your exams. Which I know for a fact, you haven't done as much as a note for.

Crowley: I find that very strange as well, my love- I mean Yuu. Very strange INDEED.

Ace: What are you suggesting?

Adult!Yuu: If you are lying, Ace, so help me Jesus.

Ace: I'm not lying.

Adult!Yuu: Swear. Swear on Dolly! *points at Dolly Parton portrait*

[bones4thecats]

I haven't done these in a while so...

At A Staff Meeting... ~ Divus Crewel: I was voted “friendliest classmate” in high school. Mozus Trein: I was voted “most likely to become a clown”… Dire Crowley: You think that’s bad? HA! I was voted “most likely to get rabies”!

When Grim Goes To The ADeuce Duo For Help... ~ Grim: Yuu's mad at me, and I'm not sure why. Deuce Spade: Okay, did you talk before they got upset? Grim: …yes? Ace Trappola: That's probably it.

This Is What Happens When You Marry the Cater Diamond... ~ Cater Diamond: Hey, babe, remember how I had to go to the pharmacy to pick up my ADHD meds? Y/N - Reader: Yes? Cater Diamond: Well, it turns out they're all out for the next five days. Y/N - Reader: ... Cater Diamond: It's gonna be a fun week! Y/N - Reader: I'm going to Trey's house. Cater Diamond: Nuh-uh. Through sickness and health, motherfucker.

[kimbap-r0ll]

Rook, Crowley , Idia, crewel and Vil (seperately ) with a female reader who has cat ears and a tail? Fluff plz

Hello, thank you for the ask! Sorry this took me a bit!

Rook, Crowley, Idia, Crewel, Vil x fem!cat!reader

Rook

He thinks you’re absolutely adorable. His hands will be on you a lot

Petit chat probably will be your nickname. He follows you around a lot too.

Likes to play with your ears haha. And overall is interested in your cat-like behaviors. If he has a laser he will use it to see if you jump around to catch it lol

Crowley

He’s a bird, um, probably got scared a bit at first haha

He too thinks that you’re adorable though, especially when you curl up to sleep or so

He’ll use a laser as well haha for his own enjoyment (feel free to scare him with your cat side tho!)

Idia

If you’re not nicknamed “neko” yet idk what to say

He thinks you’re ears are so cute but will be too shy to tell you. He usually just plays with them instead

He thinks your cat behaviors are really interesting too. Like if you play around with yarn he’ll watch but if not he’ll just hang around with you. It’s a vibe honestly

Crewel

You have fur?! Expect a lot of touching on your ears and tail!

Won’t call you “pup” and instead “kitten” because it fits better. Often gives you headpats

Even if you aren’t very cat-like, he’ll buy you a bunch of clothes haha. Expect hand-tailored stuff from him too! Absolutely spoils you

Vil

If there’s ever a cat beastman needed in modeling, he’ll ask you about it first (plz do photoshoots together 🥹)

He’ll find ways to make your fur absolutely soft. It always feels nice when he runs his fingers through it

Matching accessories all the way. You guys look so well coordinated all the time!