How to Get an A+ (Night Raven College Professors Edition)
an: I have become obsessed with Twisted Wonderland and this is my contribution to the fandom (I just really needed to write for Divus 😿) and whilst this title might imply the reader is a student, I have not written these thinking that. The reader is very much each professor's lover and is equally age appropriate 🙂↕️
pairings: Crowley, Crewel, Trein & Vargas x female reader (separately)
warnings: kinks listed with each character's section but warnings for breeding kink, overstimulation, edging, light degradation, discipline, pet play, praise kink, mark making, impact play, exhibitionism/voyeurism (kinda, does a mirror count?), brat taming, toys
praise, mark making, edging
The tears leaking eagerly from your eyes only brought him closer to the edge. Salty and delicious, he caught them on the tip of a clawed fingertip and brought it to his lips. The illuminated depths of his eyes were a misty haze to you; the mask still in place as you had to come to expect, but you saw how they flared at your taste.
“Oh, my precious little darling... look how good you’re doing for me,” Crowley cooed, leaning in close to inspect your flushed features.
You wriggled on the bed, pinned by his weight like a butterfly mounted to card in a museum. Split wide at the apex of your thighs, the crescendo of your impeding orgasm sneaking closer and closer. It wasn’t the first time you had neared divine bliss, but you hoped—prayed—that this would be the time that your dark lover would allow you to freefall into the pleasure.
As if sensing your thoughts, Crowley sat back and gave a lazy thrust. He chuckled at your whimpered moans, barely decipherable variations of his name on your plump, kiss-swollen lips. With delicate care, he traced the path from the hollow of your throat over the peaks of your breasts, down to your quivering soft stomach and ended at the aching bud being rubbed by the neat thatch of hair at his pelvis.
Your body was a roadmap of where his claws and mouth had been. Welted lines ran across your ribcage and decorated the sides of your exquisite breasts. Purpling marks from the ferocity of his mouth adorned your hammering pulse and various points along each collarbone.
Crowley had wrung you out thoroughly—your limit was fast approaching—and he knew it.
“You may come for me, my jewel. Yes, like that... aren’t I the most gracious man? Of course—don't fight it—feel it. All of it.”
The dam finally broke free, and your crying intensified as the long-denied pleasure finally surged through your body. You clenched, dragging a guttural groan from Crowley as he lost his own fight with his release. He shuddered above you, praising words falling from his lips like prayers offered by a devote worshipper.
Each compliment lit you up inside, warming your heart and soul, and extending your high. You were going to be sore tomorrow, but it was worth it to see Crowley sigh in satisfaction, his smile reaching his masked eyes for the next time in days...
brat taming, impact play, light degradation
“You really are so very easy to read, pup... my my, what am I to do with you?” Crewel asked, not expecting an answer. Not that you could give one when you were desperately trying to catch your breath.
The skin of your backside and inner thighs throbbed with delicious heat from each and every strike landed by his diligent hand. You’d struggle to sit come tomorrow, but given your earlier mood, it was a necessary evil.
You sniffled and shoved at your tears as if that would hide them from him. “... ‘m sorry. It was only a joke,” you lied, the taste of the lie thick on your tongue and equally as obvious to the man standing over you.
Crewel swatted his implement of choice—a wide black paddle with a white handle—across his gloved palm. The sound of leather being struck caused you to twitch, as if anticipating the hit yourself. His shirt sleeves were rolled to the elbows, the tail of his red tie tucked between two shirt buttons, and a high flush stained his handsome cheeks.
“So funny that I forgot to laugh,” he drawled, eyes towards the sky. “I suggest you refrain from further lies, I can smell them as easily as I smell the scent of your cunt on the air. Greedy little thing is begging to be touched, isn’t she?”
You whimpered and hid your burning face behind your palms. Your insides were molten liquid, and what was worse was that he was absolutely correct. The shame burned, but not as hot as your lust for him.
His demeanour softened as he took a step closer to you, your body bent over the couch in his personal study, ass high and on display. A gentle hand ran along your spine from the small of your back until he reached your neck—each divot caressed with adoration and unspoken devotion.
Crewel took your chin between finger and thumb and carefully tilted your head until you were locked into his sultry grey eyes.
“Your body never lies to me, not like your dirty little mouth. Such a shame that you haven’t yet learnt that you can ask me for anything, there is no need for this charade every time you want to feel the sting of my hand on your delicate skin. You like to be put in your place, you love to hear me call you my filthy slut... admit it.”
Crewel spoke steadily, though you had grown to understand the subtle nuances behind the words. He was as turned on as you were, and if you were brave enough to reach for him, you knew you’d find him hard and straining.
“Only if you’ll admit that you like when I deliberately test the boundaries,” you countered in a moment of madness.
He smiled, and the rest of the afternoon was a blur.
discipline, pet play, toys
A pair of tufted felt ears sat atop your head, they twitched with the right amount of magical influence, as did the long luxurious tail at your butt. The plug filled you nicely—the depth and fullness—making your movements loose and languid. Feline.
Two long fingers reached for the pretty bell attached your bejewelled collar, flicking it gently to hear the tinkling sound and then trapping the silver accessory to silence it once more. Trein gave a hum of approval, your eyes flicking upward in awe at the noise, for it was so rarely heard.
“Tch... don’t spoil it so soon, darling.”
Your hands spread, palms up, on your thighs whilst you blew out a subtle steadying breath. It was getting easier with each time you adopted the position that was requested of you. No longer did your thighs tremble, your palms didn’t sweat, your posture remained perfect with the allowance of those feline movements that he liked so very much.
He stroked a hand through your hair, the corners of his mouth tilting upward when you affectionately nuzzled at him. Your eyelids fell low and sultry, a purr building in your chest at being so carefully pet. It made you feel loved, which was all you ever wanted.
The toy inside your panties buzzed to life and it took all your willpower not to mewl and lose your focus. Vibrations assaulted your clit, your skin prickling with goosebumps and every hair on your head tingled like live wires.
Trein watched from his study chair, one ankle crossed over the other and his spine rigid. If not for the ruddy colour of his cheeks and you might think him entirely indifferent, but this was not your first time dancing this particular waltz.
Your chest rose and fell whilst the muscles in your thighs burned with exertion. How badly you wanted to clamp them shut and increase the friction at your core, but should you give in then the toy would stop altogether.
Licking over parched lips, you spoke. “Please?”
“I suppose I should reward your diligence. Tell me how badly you want it?” he asked, tilting his head and tapping the arms of the chair in a gentle, practiced rhythm. “Does kitty want to come?”
The fluffy tail swished with a mind of its own, curling around your waist and batting lazily at your stomach. You watched as Trein’s eyes narrowed then grew hazy, the pupils dilating until the grey was completely eaten by the black.
Your ears twitched. Trein squirmed—he visibly squirmed.
“Oh, so badly... I tried so hard to please you.”
“And you have, darling girl... you’ve done marvellously,” he confirmed, showing you the small remote as he turned it on to the max.
The full-length mirror reflected a scene that even the most sexually open person might blush at. You were held tight against a barrelled chest, skin flushed and sweaty, a hand groped leisurely at your breasts.
Slick arousal dripped down your thighs to stain the sheets. Your cunt stretched by a thick cock decorated with coarse black hair speared into you over and over. Your lover wore a look of utter pride, eyes gleaming with voracious approval.
“Taking me s’well,” he slurred, pushing a hand into his hair to tame it before returning his bruising grip to your hip. He could feel your walls squeezing him again, and he gleefully awaited your next orgasm.
Vargas was going to paint your insides white, fill you over and over until you were leaking his seed. Except he wasn’t going to allow that, oh no, there was no way he’d let that precious commodity escape your eagerly awaiting womb.
Thoughts of you round with his child clouded his vision. Growing life in your stomach whilst your body adapted to nourish his child—the first of many. It was his greatest dream, to ensure the continuation of his robust bloodline. That was why he stopped himself from releasing before now, you weren’t ready. Your body needed to be properly warmed and prepped if he was going to make this stick.
Each orgasm stroked his already inflated ego, and he indulged in the sight of watching you taking him, of him being strong enough to keep going and going. He surely was the epitome of man. Strong. Virile. Masculine.
“I-I can’t take...much...more.” You wheezed out every word, body lax with the accumulative pleasure of hours being bent into every feasible position and listening to Vargas’ fantastical ideations of how he was going to breed you over and over.
Vargas grasped your chin and brought your gaze up to his in the reflected surface of the mirror. Never had you ever hoped more that the host of the magic mirror couldn’t suddenly pop up and see you looking perfectly ruined.
“See?” he said on a thrust. “Your body is made for me.” He smoothed a massive hand down your front, cradling your stomach. “This will swell soon, and so will these.” Vargas cupped your breasts and thumbed your nipples until you yowled.
“Fuck... fuck. You’re milking me, baby. That’s... it!” he roared, finally unloading into you with such force that your eyes rolled over.
You hoped for a break, but Vargas had other ideas as he pulled out and remounted you once you were splayed out on your stomach.
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The thought of a moody af staff member who is protective over any student who even shows a hint of being upset or sad
I hear you anon and I see you anon (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧
This would be a perfect ship for Crewel lowkey
N E ways-
MotherGoose!Yuu who unintentionally becomes the mother figure for the student of NRC. Since Crewel is more like the father figure. Who constantly looks out for their students and makes sure everything is running smoothly. Who also has the best acting students, only because the students are to scared or respect you to much to disrespect you.
Out of all the teachers and staff members, the students run to you the most whenever they need to talk. It feels as if every day you have a new student sitting at your desk at lunch. It can be annoying sometimes, but usually they’re nice and respectful. Sometimes they may even bring a sort of ‘peace offering’ as a few would say.
One of the students you see the most would be Epel. He was in your first year class at the beginning of the day. It was as clear as day to you. The way he was sad whenever someone mentioned his dorm. The way he acted completely different from the other first years in Pomefiore. The way he seemed to light up whenever you asked him to grab a few chairs for the class (iykyk). It broke your heart seeing how he was forced to be someone he’s not. It seemed there was only one proper solution to all of it.
“Epel,” you called to him after class. You watched as he seemed to whip around from where he was walking to the doorway. How Ace and Deuce looked over as well, most likely to see if he was in trouble.
Epel walked over nervously. He stopped in front of your desk and looked down at where you were sitting. “Yes, Professor?” He asked cautiously, not knowing if he was in trouble or not. To his surprise, you stood up and beckoned him to follow him. Without asking, he followed you as you lead him to the PE field.
Once the two of you arrived, the view of the Spelldrive practice came into view. It was a few weeks before try outs so there weren’t that many students. The two of you stopped at the sidelines. A few students flew past you guys as they tried to get the disc. Epel watched in awe as he saw the sport, feeling a sense of want growing within him. He was about to ask you something when you suddenly spoke up.
“Leona,” you called out to the third year. You watched as the housewarden turned around and beckoned him closer.
Without question, Leona walked over to the both of you. Stopping a few feet in front of you, he looked at you tiredly before asking “Need something, Professor?”
You simply nodded as Epel looked between the both of you. Suddenly, you pushed him forward gently with a hand on his back. “I have a student here who would like to join the team. This is Epel.”
Epel jumped at your words and started to protest when Leona cut him off. “Is that so,” he asked lazily as he eyed Epel. After what seemed forever, he sighed and turned around. “Well, come on then.”
You watched as Epel followed after Leona. Epel never did tell you how he felt, but you could see the way he seemed to be happier ever since joining the team. Another student saved.
—
Another student you seemed to see a lot was Idia. The third year was just too shy in your opinion. Almost never coming to class in person, he was a social as rock. It hurt something within you, screaming at you to make him feel better.
You sat at your desk as you took attendance, your students working together in different groups for a project. You almost marked him as absent when you suddenly saw the bright, fiery blue hair being hidden under a hood. He sat there awkwardly and alone, much to your dismay. With a sigh, you called him over “Idia.”
He practicing jumped two feet high in his seat when you called him. He stood up awkwardly before making his way to you. Other students watched as he walked past, some even whispering. After what felt like an eternity to him, he stopped in front of your desk.
“Here,” you spoke softly as you handed him a stack of papers. He took them hesitantly and eyed them warily. “It’s the solo version. I figured you didn’t want to work in a group but you still have to work on it in class.”
Despite the fact that his face was hidden under the hood, you could tell that he was happier. He gripped the papers tighter before mumbling quietly “thanks, Professor.” He saw your nod before he walked back to his desk, eagerly getting to work.
You smiled to yourself at the thought of helping another student. Even if he was still awkward, at least his was happy and that all you wanted.
—
But of course, there were some people who disliked your motherly attitude. Once person in particular: Crewel.
You stood in the teachers lounge as you prepared your drink. You were grabbing a napkin to make sure there were no spills, when you suddenly heard the familiar sound of Crewel clearing his throat behind you. It felt as if almost every week he had a new comment on your students. It was no secret that Crewel took pride in his reputation of good students. Only, you were his competition since every student suddenly became an angel when they stepped into your class.
“I only had five detentions this week,” he said proudly. Walking over to stop next to you and make his morning coffee. It was the end of the week, the perfect time to start comparing your guys performance. “How many did you have?”
You hummed quietly as you put a lid on your drink. Despite your caring reputation, it seemed to disappear with the staff members. They were old enough to take care of themselves, older than you were that is. “Let’s see,” you pretend to think to yourself. You tilted your head before giving him a casually shrug as you walked away, “none.”
Crewel froze as he watched you walked away. Despite him wanting to feel mad at the fact, he felt proud. Proud in you, surprisingly. He quickly pulled himself together before walking out of the teachers lounge.
The door closed behind him, letting all the tension out. Sam leaned against the counter as he looked watched the two of you walk out. “So, are they dating?” He asked curiously.
Trein shook his head as he read the school newspaper. Sipping some of his own tea, “no one knows.”
＃divus crewel and dire crowley x fem!reader : you thought it would be an ordinary session with crewel, but you end up being walked in on before the two of you could get any further. unluckily for you, your boss seems to really want to watch and join. (not repost, header is just cause this is late)
mdni. cws: adult content, heavy pwp, threesome, you are referred to as “dog” twice, spitroasting, fingering, anal, ass plug, light spanking, rough face fucking, cum swallowing, cum on face. more under the cut. nav. kinktober m.list
“mmph!” a moan escapes your trembling lips, sighing breathily as the large plug was finally removed from your ass by crewel’s fingers. he had put it up your ass with little warning this morning, and it was hard to even focus on teaching or anything that happened afterwards, the plug an unspoken promise that once classes ended the two of you would continue what he had started. your fingers clutch at crewel’s desk, casting a gaze over your shoulder, feeling a sense of loss after the plug had been stretching you all morning.
you were sure crewel was about to say something teasing, something that would have you melting like a puddle beneath him in seconds, yet it’s another voice that interrupts. “what a wonderful sight! i’m heartbroken neither of you had let me in on this sooner. to think, i was the one who was so generous to hire you in the first place.” crowley says through faked sobs, ruining the mood you had going on with crewel. it was an accident, really. he happened to walk in well after all the students were gone and the two of you were alone, and instead of an expected reprimanding, or even a flustered attempt at pretending he saw nothing, he ended up staying and encouraging the two of you to continue. you always knew something was wrong with him the day you, a magicless and grown woman from another world, exited the ceremonial coffin and he hired you under the table—to avoid being sued for magical malpractice, but you never expected him to be this much of an open pervert.
“if you were truly generous maybe my salary should be the same as the other teachers here..!” you try to retort, but instead find yourself squirming as the headmage presses a pinch to your ass, a smile plastered on his face as crewel removes it, casting an agitated glance at him. many times crewel had defended crowley to you, although he didn’t always sound convinced, but now was far from one of those times. in fact, as of right now he was more annoyed with your boss than you’d ever been, and you’re the one who’s suffered the most from his put-it-on-someone-else’s-plate attitude.
crewel massages your ass momentarily before tearing off his glove and prods his fingers past your lips, watching as you eagerly suck on them. “any punishments directed towards my dog are given out by me, and only me.” crewel reminds crowley, who seems to nod along with zero actual intention of abiding by the rules, more intent on watching and joining in the festivities he was never invited to. crowley watches as your attitude shifts as its crewel giving you instructions, your tongue swirling and sucking down on his fingers, making sure they’re nice and coated as you partially gag on them, feeling him push them deeper down just to keep you own your toes, to watch your eyes roll a little and water before he pulls them out.
crewel’s fingers prod at your stretched ass, and you comply by giving him moans and whimpers of encouragement, toes curling as he preps your eager hole. it was almost enough for you to forget about the vouyerist in the room, almost. his gaze locks onto your mouth, drool peeking out the corners as his fingers move towards his pants, a large outline forming. you try to ignore it and focus on crewel’s perfect touch, feeling your pussy clench around nothing as he plays with your ass, but crowley is anything but quiet. he’s groaning loudly, annoying the both of you as he watches, stroking his bulge and masturbating to the scene before him. you’re tempted to tell him to shut up, yet it’s you who ends up having your mouth shut instead. you aren’t sure how it happened, yet in a matter of a minute both crowley’s pants and boxes were discarded and you were repositioned to being on all fours between the two men.
crowley’s cock was nothing to sneeze at, it was surprisingly long and girthy, he had a bit of a reason to be so full of himself after all. you’re sure crewel just gave up on trying to get crowley to behave and you weren’t exactly angry at what was happening much longer, after seeing the size of the headmage. fuck it, might as well enjoy it if nothing else. your tongue licks and trails at his cock, feeling his vein’s pulse against your muscle, squirming against it as you feel crewel remind you of who was really there to fuck you, his leaking tip prodding at your prepped ass. his cock slowly pushed through, your nails digging into the flesh of your palms as he went deeper, making you feel stuffed. unhappy with your brief pause in ministrations, crowley jerks his hips, his cock slapping against your cheek to urge you to continue, that he was oh so kindly waiting with patience for you to take his cock down your pretty throat. you press a kiss to his cock, his fingers making their way to the back of your head to guide and press you down on his cock, making your eyes roll.
crewel’s cock was halfway in, yet you were moaning like a dog in heat. your moans sent jolts of pleasure down crowley’s dick, his hand shoving you further down as you struggle to adjust to his length, trying your best to breathe as you take him deeper. “i always knew you were talented, since the first time i saw you!” crowley praised as his breathe hitches, your head bobbing as you cling onto him, your warm and wet mouth working overtime to not only fit him, but to pleasure him as he keeps your pace steady with his hand. your eyes were watery, but you managed to suck the headmage at a steady pace, only to feel a smack on your ass. crewel wasn’t happy being ignored, and once he got his whole cock sheathed in, the main event you were promised all day finally began.
your knees were weak as his hands clasp around your hips, his cock pulling out then ramming back into your ass in a quick rhythm, your eyes seeing stars as crowley’s cock hits the back of your throat with every thrust, pushing you down on it. your arms and legs were weak, but both men spitroasting you kept you in position, not that you would even know anymore as your eyes rolled back, blinking tears from the immense pleasure of having your sensitive ass fucked, crewel’s hands leaving red imprints on your ass every so often with a loud smack, all the while crowley’s cock was burying itself in your throat, his grip on you only turning you on further. you couldn’t really think or even breathe at times, but it felt so damn good. your pussy clenched harder around the air, one of crewel’s hands snaking down as his other hand maneuver over to begin rubbing at your clit, making you squeal and send further vibrations to crowley’s throbbing cock, twitching and greedily filling your mouth, his cum exploding out with zero warning as he keeps your head in place, shooting thick ropes of cum to the very back on your throat.
you struggle but swallow what you can, coughing as he pulls away, his cheeks, or what you could see despite the mask, painted with a faint dust of red as he lets out a shaky moan of his own. you thought that was it, but he pumps his cock a few times and even more strings out, coating your face as you squeeze your eyes shut, nails leaving crescent shapes in your flesh as you could feel crewel was close as well, his finger ministrations speeding up. “gonna cum!” you beg him to cum, more so warn as there was no way you’d actually be able to stop this orgasm from coming even if he stopped all of his motions on the stop.
crewel gives your ass one last smack, your whole body pushed forward as your face basically smushes to the ground, his cock buried to the hilt in your ass as his cum fills up your hole, your whole body shaking and trembling as your orgasm rips through you, cum leaking down your legs as your collapse, feeling exhausted. your body and mind were at its wits end, eyes fluttering shut as you vaguely hear the two men above you “discuss” when this can be done again, only to hear crewel give a firm rejection, before going in for a reprimanding on touching other peoples’ dogs without permission that you refused to stay awake to listen to.
tagging: n/a. i’m happy with the result. also is this my second fic with anal? third one just happens to be next kinktober. writing anal is hard, but in the end this was my favorite version. is it obviously i struggle with writing anal?
Well, Crowley hasn't paid you your weekly allowance in a bit, because he had forgotten, and since even a world of magic works on a capitalist system, you need money to make sure you and Grim can have the basics of life, like tuna and other foods that aren't tuna.
So, you got looking for part time jobs because you both still have school. Though, without an ID, magic, or anything else finding a job is really, really hard and even the ones you do get interviews for ghost you after said interview. You just wanted to scream at this point because the money you have is running out and no matter how many times you hassle Crowley about your allowance, he won't pay up.
Then you were hanging out with Idia, watching some anime about a team of girls who gain magic powers from each of their respective colored gemstones. He loved and ypu had to admit, it was fun to watch. So, when you returned to Ramshackle that night you looked up the anime on the hand me down cellphone Cater gave you a while back, and when you did something odd popped up. Clicking the link you say a job ad from a pop up maid cafe themed around the anime.
"Why not, I'm desperate," you said to yourself.
You filled out the application and went to bed, figuring you would get another rejection email. But much to your surprise you got a congratulations email instead, telling you to get there on Saturday for your job training. So you do and the next thing you know you're dressed as a the pink haired main character in a maid costume, hoping and praying to which ever God may or may not be out there that none of your classmates see you. Well, they did in fact see you but they thankfully didn't ever use it to embarrass you. However, the only people that never knew were those who saw themselves as your guardians and you were happy to keep it that way.
But, your luck only went as far as to make sure your classmates didn't make fun of you. Instead, you get spotted by Night Raven's resident dog mom, fashion expert, and one of your many new "dads", Divus Crewel.
You see, the pop up maid cafe was in a shopping center that he happened to frequent often and on this Saturday, he just happened to be doing some shopping, ironically the clothes he was buying were for you, and he just happened to be looking around when he saw the cafe.
"Oh, that must be that gimmick cafe the boys are talking about. Teens these da- Wait... is that my puppy?" He thought as he looked through the window.
So, hoping that his eyes were lying to him he got closer to the window and saw you, and you also happened to see him at the same time.
"Oh crap! Maybe he won't recognize me with this wig and makeup?" You hoped.
But, he did. Because he can always recognize his little puppy. So, he walks into the café, gets in line, and waits to be seated at your table. You go through the routine you do with every other customer, but Crewel told you to stop and he asked why you were working here and you explain the situation with Crowley and your money. Crewel doesn't say anything, he just pays, leaves you a giant tip, and leaves without a fuss all the way until he gets back to Night Raven. Once there he storms into Crowley's office, where Trien and Vargas were.
"Ah, Crewel, what brings you here on a Saturday my friend?" Crowley asked from behind his desk.
"Crowley... have you been paying MC their allowance?" Crewel asked.
Crowley says yes and asks why Crewel is asking and Crewel explains what he saw. That makes the room go dead quiet and everyone turn on Crowley, asking about your allowance, leading Crowley to admit that he had misplaced the money set aside to be your allowance. Crewel resisted the urge to strangle Crowley.
"Because of your incompetence, my puppy has had to take work at a maid cafe of all places!" Crewel exclaimed.
"A what?" Trien asked.
Crewel tells them all everything he saw and Trien almost chokes on his tea and Vargas on his own spit. Crowley also looked upset as if it wasn't his fault you had to work there. Trien asks for the name and Crewel gives before asking why Trien wants to know.
"I will be picking up MC," he said as he walked out of the office and to his car with Lucius.
So, when you leave for the day you see Trien's car and he all but forces you to get in and let him drive you back to Ramshackle, where your withheld allowance is neatly stacked on your pillow with a note that demands you quit the maid cafe. Now, if you loved the job you wouldn't even think of quiting, but you didnt, in fact you were looking for an excuse to quit.
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or; how crewel’s strict nature eventually gives way to a more paternal side when it comes to his favourite pup
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now while crewel may be a notoriously strict teacher when it comes to how he treats his ‘pups’, he is also far from heartless and does always do what he can to make sure all of his students are set up for success. both in his class and, begrudgingly to an extent, in all of their others. tough love, with a lot of lectures on proper lab safety and plenty of detentions sprinkled in because why in the sevens’ names did you think it was a good idea to throw your potion at your seat mate, trappola?
and your particular case — being dragged in from an entirely different world, being forced to rely on crowley for survival and a way home which you both know he’s trying to get out of helping you with, being entirely devoid of magic in a magic-centred school and society at large, and having absolutely zero knowledge basis for everything you’re being forced to learn at night raven college — when combined with your endless enthusiasm to learn about your new home is one that softens his heart the most, even if he doesn’t exactly show it in how he treats you in class. he’s always had a thing for the helpless ones, and the ones who fight against all the odds to succeed, but he also refuses to show any unearned favouritism so good luck catching onto his soft spot if the only time you see him is during class hours
but that’s not to say that his favouritism towards you doesn’t ever impact how he treats you. because, in fact, it really, really does and you don’t even need to look all that far to see that
because it shows in the way he frames your ‘punishments’ compared to your friends and classmates even if you’re all in trouble for the exact same incident — assigning you simple tasks that allow you to better memorise the names and appearances and scents of the various ingredients utelised in alchemy in a safe environment, while your friends get assigned cleanup duty after his most messy class on record. not to say that painstakingly gathering plant matter or reorganising his surprisingly sizeable walk-in ingredients cupboard is easy, per se, as you’re still gonna come out of it with an awful crick in your neck and some lingering pain in your joints, but it’s still worlds better than the other option
it shows in how much kinder his written feedback is phrased whenever you get handed back an essay or exam or homework assignment for his class — his words less sharp, his spelling corrections softened with an unspoken understanding of how foreign these concepts and terms all are for you, his critique given with some praise sprinkled in when he can tell you’ve clearly understood the subject at hand but can’t quite figure out how to describe it on paper, and so on. he doesn’t grade you any kinder than your classmates, as that would be terribly unfair of him and he wants to treat all of his pups equally, but there is a clear air of leniency in how he writes and corrects you, even in the fact that he offers more written feedback on your work than most of your fellow students (because, after all, he wants to make sure you fully understand the grade you received and he wants to cover his bases to try and bridge the gap between your experience back home and here as much as he can… and this was his best solution)
it shows in how much more patient he is with you when you’re struggling with the very basics of his subject — offering his corrections patiently, warmly encouraging your enthusiasm for alchemy (and being internally very proud and very smug that it’s his subject that caught the interdimensional traveler’s eye over trien’s, even if he won’t say as much to you due to the sheer unprofessionalism of it), and offering additional lessons for you to attend just to make sure you’re able to fully grasp what you’re doing. leniency provided that no other student could dream of, if only because he knows you would have had no way of learning all of this before ending up in his class (you didn’t even know about the great seven at the start of the school year, for their sake!)
it shows in how he goes out of his way to provide you with what you need to get by, all while disguising it with either sharp critique or blatant dismissal. e.g. throwing new clothes at you with a comment about how you need to better represent your institution, directing you towards the textbooks you need and pretending it’s just homework (despite him never assigning it to the other students), making sure you always have enough food on your plate under the guise of making sure his students don’t collapse mid-lab because that could be very dangerous, and so on
and it shows in how much attention he gives to you after and between lessons. small conversations where he encourages you to be honest no matter what, where he makes sure to check in on how you’re doing mentally and physically and makes mental notes of how he and the other staff members can better help you. and that’s not even to mention the very long one-to-one he has with you right before and immediately after any school breaks as he wants to ensure you have everything you need to tide you over until everyone comes back
all signs of affection and favouritism that come across as borderline paternal sometimes in ways that, frankly, crewel had never even imagined himself being, that you don’t really need to look all that hard to see. and that some of your close friends may even pick up on if they bother to look beyond the surface of your interactions with him
but who can blame him for taking a liking to a wayward pup who he can tell is both eager to learn and consistently trying their best? after all, isn’t that precisely the mindset any good teacher should be reinforcing from their students? crewel certainly believes so. and it really, really, shows — and you, lost and out of place and alone in a world so far beyond your own, get to reap the benefits of that. lucky you!
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father figure hcs for nrc staff/faculty x fem!yuu/reader, if i may ask?
NRC staff as your father figure :]
Masterlist
I hope you don’t mind but I’m gonna do just gn Yuu since like a lot of my ideas aren’t strictly fem
• when he noticed that you saw him as a father figure he was all happy for exactly two seconds
• then the feeling of guilt crashing down on him he could feel his organs hurt. I mean all he’s put you through??? And you still glance over when you’ve done something good to see if he noticed??? IT HURTS SO BAD
• in the school holidays he does offer to get someone to go do work on the dorm since he just so happened to find room in the budget! And you get to go see your friends! How benevolent!
• once he does start feeling more paternal towards you he seeks you out, not to pester you with more jobs but because he wanted to keep an eye on you! He’s a doting guy to those he cares about and he wants to make up for lost or misused time
• if anybody gives you grief they are getting the horrors unleashed but he just says he gave them detention
• he brings back souvenirs for you from his holidays too!
• also we know he doesn’t give two fucks so he has dragged you out your class before so you can come on errands with him and you just so happened to stop for a nice lunch in the town! Coincidence for sure :]
• he might be a little awkward with your emotions but he does try to be there for you
• you’re his little pup.
• he knows the state ramshackle is in and is probably the one who got you your uniform you needed!
• he also gave you a basic wardrobe just so you don’t freeze or die of heatstroke, he also knows that even if you wash your clothes everyday you will probably feel dirty after a while wearing the same thing
• he probably began to feel so paternal because he made you stayed behind in lessons the first month so you could learn the basics
• also, back when you were a janitor for a very brief time he made his students clean the classes very efficiently because he didn’t want you struggling without magic to clean it up
• the EASIEST to blow his lid at Crowlys mistreatment of you.
• also, I’m stealing this from something it was a while ago but yeah , you become a model for him or just inspiration BUT that’s just the excuse he gives when he wants to get you new clothes.
• you’re his precious puppy and you won’t be caught lacking.
• if he finds you overworking yourself you are going to “help” mark papers with him. You will just sit and relax
• he has asked you to help him with his dogs and they all ADORE you
• he wants to make sure you know that you always have a home with him even if he doesn’t say it aloud
• I feel unintentionally he would already be showing you some unconscious bias.
• like you’re alone in the world defenceless with some of the most dangerous people around and your only hope is this school and a headmage who doesn’t give two shits if it doesn’t affect him.
• so if you’re ever upset or need reassurance he offers extra lesson. He even recommends library book that while rudimentary are perfect for you since they give you the basics and so you’re able to just get by in his class even if it’s by one mark.
• if you ever need help Lucius sits on your lap purring like a loud motor while he goes through the content
• if any other students give you trouble he handles it with swiftness
• also. In the glorious masquerade event when you went around with him and grim in the city he spoiled you and made sure you kept quiet about it.
• he only realised that he truly sees you as another one of his children when he’s at a dinner with his daughters for one occasion or another and he wondered for a moment where you are. His daughters caught on and laughed their heads off about it and now call you their mystery sibling
• also, he definitely argues with Crowly to help you get better funding for ramshackle and once it’s finally repaired he’s so happy for you but doesn’t show it. A little housewarming gift and some extra money does show up at your door. You only know it’s from him since it’s practical things you mentioned to him about planning to buy and some of Lucius’ hair that has shedded onto the basket the gifts came in
• he’s fun, he’s so much fun
• I don’t think he ever has a big realisation that he sees you as like a child to him or you see him like a dad it more slips in!
• it all started when he heard you complaining about the lack of good food at ramshackle and how you’ve been living off the same really not good food from Sam’s shop because you don’t have the money for anything else
• Cue him practically manifesting out of thin air as he tells you not to worry! He will help.
• your meals are taken care of from there. He sorts out meal prep that’s easily done up so you can focus on study.
• he gets others wrapped in because he casually mentions what he’s done when they were mentioned how you look more alive recently
• he more patient with you, more willing to give you a little break but he pushes you for greatness all the same
• whenever he finds you feeling down he begins to ask you about fun things form your world like sports of games they can play. He knows it’s not the solution that will fix all your problems but he hopes he can make a little piece of home for you here
• he also makes sure you’ve got practical clothes for the weather (they had to be approved by Crewel first so you don’t look shite)
• he’s less father and more fun uncle/big brother
• he sneaks you food , lets you work in the shop for money even if you just sit in the back room and get homework done as he runs the front. But hey, you’re getting paid!
• he probably is the easiest person to warm up to since he is just very non judgmental honestly
• if anybody tried to mess with you suddenly they have a ban at the shop. How strange. And they’re being heckled everywhere they go like something is coming after them?? Crazy ig
• definitely gets stuff in for you that you like and what he think you’d like!
• he also would let you and your mates loiter in the shop or just outside it if yous wanted. He just trust you to choose good friends tbh
“Thatta girl. Move your hips just like that.” Your husband grunts in your ear. You whimper into the pillows, trying to muffle your indecent sounds. Crewel’s hips continue to snap against yours, pushing you down so your back arches further. “Fuck. There you go.”
“D-Divus, s’too much,” you whine, tears trickling down your cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure. His cock made you feel so full. With his hands on your waist, he bullied his length into your messy cunt from behind, doggy style. Each thrust had his cock dragging against your gummy walls, pressing against where you’re most sensitive.
And oh how your cruel husband relished the way you felt around him, despite your halfhearted pleas. How you tightened around him whenever his tip hit your cervix, and though you tried to pull away, with your hands pinned behind your back by a fuzzy pair of handcuffs, you didn’t escape very far.
It stirred a deep primal desire within Crewel, making his cock throb, so hard he could burst. How easily it was for him to dominate you. And how willingly you submitted like the good girl you were.
“Hah…fuck…doing so well for me,” Crewel pants. His nails dig into your skin. You keen back against him, begging to cum. “S-shit. You feel so divine. Fuck. I’m close…hah.”
Pinning you to the mattress with his weight, Crewel chases his release, fucking into you harder until the bed creaks. He covers your mouth with one hand, your squeals muffled and you grow lightheaded from lack of oxygen. Crewel’s throaty grunts and groans fill your ears, his breath laboring as his pace grows sloppy.
“Fuck…cumming…” Crewel moans out your name as his hips still. You cry against his palm, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your orgasm washes over you. You feel your clit pulse, the tingles tickling all the nerves in your body. And your needy cunt eagerly clenches around his cock, milking him dry as he fills you up with his cum.
You feel dizzy. Your husband holds you in place for a few moments, his strained breathing heavy in your ear. “A-ah t-the cuffs…” you whimper, trying to catch your own breath. You feel Crewel shift behind you and seconds later, your hands are free, albeit a bit sore. “Divus—“
Immediately, your husband pulls you into his lap, pressing his lips against yours. You melt into the kiss, cupping his cheeks to deepen it. Crewel’s hands work up and down your body, massaging where he had been too rough.
“Are you alright, darling?” Crewel pants, breathless. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? Oh dear, your wrists are red. Why didn’t you say something if the cuffs were too tight?”
“No. I’m okay…” you mumble before kissing him again. And again. You sigh into the kiss, and Crewel once again tries to fight for dominance. But this time, you don’t as eagerly reply, choosing to be a little bratty when his tongue swipes against your bottom lip, begging for access.
Crewel huffs, disapprovingly. His hand comes down against your bare ass hard, making you yelp. He forces his tongue into your mouth, groaning at your taste. Your body presses flush against his, fitting perfectly against him, as you greedily try to take in more. You teasingly bite, prompting him to squeeze your ass cheeks in warning.
“Such a naughty pup…” Crewel mumbled, biting your lip. His hands settle on your waist once more, pressing you against his cock. He was beginning to get hard again. “Should punish you.”
“M’sorry,” you say playfully.
Crewel grins, wicked. “No you’re not.”
He holds his cock as he aligns himself at your entrance, pushing you down with ease thanks to the slick from your prior release. You moan as the stretch of him fills you to the brim. Tears prickle your eyelashes. And you rock your hips, your fluttering walls struggle to suck him in. Crewel swears, feeling dizzy from pleasure.
“M-move,” you beg, placing your hands on his shoulders. “D-Divus move.”
Crewel doesn’t, instead pressing kisses down your jawline towards your clavicle. “Ask nicely,” he says.
“D-Divus~” you whine. He holds your waist to keep you from moving on your own. Sevens he felt so deep already, but you wanted—no needed—him more. “Divus, move…please.” You push him just a bit further…just to get under his skin. A little misbehaving if you would. You teasingly bite the lobe of his ear, whispering, “haven’t I been a good girl for you?”
Crewel flushes, a strange choked sound coming from the back of his throat as the last remnants of his control snaps.
Your husband flips you onto your backside. You gasp as he roughly thrusts into you, his cock hitting your sweet spot. “Good girl,” Crewel purrs into your ear as you tremble underneath him. “Was that so hard?”
He kisses you again before you could respond, fucking into you once more. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, legs locking around his waist to keep him pressed as close to you as possible. “A-ah—f-feels so good. Fuck.”
Crewel hisses through his teeth as you clench around him. He could already feel his orgasm budding back up again, the coil of pleasure tightening around his stomach. “Fuck…y/n…” He groans, head dipping into the crook of your neck. “Fuck. You’re so good for me. Such a good girl.” His hips stutter in pace and he pants out a series of ‘I love yous’ before he’s cumming hard. “S-shit.”
His weight collapses against you, his cock thrusting into you deep. You cry out as you cum, toes curling from pleasure. Crewel heaves a few breaths. His eyes scrunch shut as he tries to regain his composure, the post-orgasmic bliss leaving his body buzzing.
“Darling, are you okay?” Crewel asks, cupping your cheek. The kiss he presses against them is sweet and gentle this time, tenderly caring.
“Never better,” you respond. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close before you whisper, “happy anniversary,” and kissing his lips.
“Happy anniversary, my love. Here’s to many more years together.”
Synopsis: The Prefect gets hurt due to Crowley's negligence.
TW: Injury, Stitches, Medical Stuff, Prefect gets caught under a collapsed Ramshackle
Part 1 (here), Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14
Tick Tick Tick Tick
The room would be completely silent were it not for the ticking of the clock on the wall.
The environment was more comfortable than your usual medical setting, but it still felt cold in a way.
The door creaked open and in stepped professor Crewel. "Hey, Pup." His voice lacked its usual stern tone one would hear in the classroom; instead, his voice was gentle and almost hoarse.
The hoarseness was no doubt a result of him screaming at the headmage in a roar you shiver even recalling. He had spent hours tearing into the man for his gross negligence and irresponsibility.
"Pup?" His voice became more worried when you failed to answer.
"Sorry." A meek, rasped voice leaves you throat. Your throat burns with dryness despite the 6 glasses of water you already drank, and it feels like every syllable echoes through your head and causes an intense, throbbing pain. You don't recognize the voice that claws its way out of your throat as your own.
You hear the soft scrape of a chair on the floor next to your bed. "No. Don't apologize, Pup." Rocking your gaze slowly over to him its clear to you, with the way his jaw clenches and unclenches while his eyes search the blanket covering you, that he wants to say something, but isn't sure what.
You slowly rock your head to look forward again. "Everyone's been in such a panic. . .and it's my fault, I-"
The man cuts you off as you choke on your words: "Pup. This is not your fault."
"But-" Your throat feels like its been given a massage with a thousand razor blades. The coughing your attempts to speak cause only make the pain worse.
Crewel quickly grabs another glass of water and holds it up to your lips for you to drink. "But nothing, Pup- Keep those arms down or you'll re-open the wounds. That old building was bound to collapse at some point. We all knew it. If the fault is on anyone it's on us staff. Crowley made you stay there, and we didn't stop him." The glass cup clinks slightly too harshly onto the nightstand as he sets it down.
Silence falls between the two of you.
Tick Tick Tick Tick
The ticking of the clock numbs your thoughts. You force your mind to stop focusing on the pain radiating from every inch of your body and instead listen to the steady ticking of the clock. The only other sound that can be herd is the occasional hurried footsteps outside the door as the other staff do their best to take care of the situation.
Your injuries have already been treated by a specialty team sent from STYX the moment the news got to them. They were the only ones aside from Grim, Leona, and the staff that had seen your mangled form before you were wrapped up like a mummy. You didn't have to ask how bad it was. Seeing Crowley throw up at the sight of you was enough to tell you it was bad.
The STYX team had spent nearly a whole 24 hours stitching you back together like some ragdoll and rearranging the many pieces of you that had been ripped and jostled out of place. If not for them. . .well, you don't want to think about it. If you looked like a mummy on the outside, you were sure that under the bandages you looked like Frankenstein's monster. There really wasn't a single bit of you that got out of that death trap unscathed.
You were kept in the school infirmary instead of being carted off to some high-tech STYX facility only because they needed to operate on you as soon as possible and didn't want to move you too much after the initial procedures. They made do by shipping a ton (literally speaking, more like 3 tons) of medical equipment to the school, most of which was now littered around the infirmary in a rushed yet professional way.
Despite your closeness to your friends, the only people who had come to see you were the staff. It's not that none of your friends wanted to see you, but that they weren't allowed to. The doctor's worried having them in so soon, when they were still full of hysteria from the news, wouldn't be the best idea. They weren't able to text you either as your phone had been crushed in the collapse.
"How's Grim?"
Professor Crewel hums: "Physically, he's pretty unscathed. He just has a few scrapes and bruises. Mentally, he's a bit traumatized."
You supposed that made sense. You didn't remember much, but what you did remember was Grim's voice. He had been returning to the dorm from after school detention when he found the building in shambles on the ground. He called out to you but your lungs were filled with debris and your torso was being crushed by layers of rubble. The dorm ghosts met Grim at the edge of the junk pile that used to be a dorm and confirmed that you were inside and that you needed help. The ghosts talked to you as you laid there, not being able to physically move anything off you themselves. They kept you awake and assured you that Grim was getting help.
Not long later you heard shouting. Two of the ghosts stayed with you while the third went out to meet the staff and fill them in. You were told after the fact that that's about the time they called up Leona to use his unique magic so they could get you out as soon as possible (that was the first time many saw the lion run).
You were blanking in and out of consciousness when they found you, but you remember them finding you. The feeling of the weight of the rubble lessening as it was methodically turned to sand and removed (in order to not end up crushing you with sand instead), the small grains dripping on your face, and eventually, the full force of the pouring rain battering your face as the last of the rubble was removed from above you. You remember Leona's manic eyes turning horrified, Crowley puking, and worst of all, Grim's face.
"STYX sent over a few trauma counselors. There are ones assigned specifically to Leona and Grim as well since they saw some of the worst of it." Crewel finally broke the silence again.
"And you? You and. . .the other teachers were there too. . .and Sam."
"Calm down, Pup. We've all had evaluations done to assess how we're handling it. We'll be fine.
"What about. . ." Your voice trails off, but from the look in your eyes, Crewel can tell what you were about to ask.
"What about the headmage?"
You nod, wincing slightly when the motion disturbs an injury on your neck.
"He's under investigation." Crewel responds after a brief pause. He knew that you surely couldn't be all that fond of the crow, but as you saw it, he was probably also your only ticket home. Crewel looked up to gauge your response, but your face remained neutral.
"And you, Pup? I obviously know you aren't doing particularly well physically right now, but what about mentally?"
"Hm?"
Crewel hesitated, not wanting to dig around in a mental wound and make it worse, "You were. . .under there for a while. I'm sure it must've been. . .scary."
You think for a moment before responding: "Was I really under there that long? It didn't feel like it. . .I think I passed out a few times." Your mumbled words put Crewel at ease in a way. He's not happy that you had been passing out, but he was at least glad that you weren't stuck under there fully conscious and feeling every second tick by as if it were an hour.
"Hmm. I see." Crewel nods. "I ought to let you rest now. A counselor will stop by tomorrow to talk to you about what happened." He stands up as he says this, his knuckles still white from how tightly he'd been gripping the fabric of his pants. "Rest well, Pup."
You simply nod, this time more carefully as to not disturb your wounds, and watch him walk out. When the door closes you swear you hear a choked sob.
☆彡 in which professor crewel judges your relationship with the NRC boys
nrc boys x reader (minus ortho)
word counter: 4.8K (200+ per character)
tags: reader is prefect, crewel is your father figure, established relationship, possible ooc
a/n: oh this was by far my most requested work. people wanted father crewel!! i held off on writing this for a while because i felt like i had such a weak grasp on his character. i did my research for this but sorry if my interpretation is off. nonetheless, I hope you enjoy :>
ace trappola
Very against this. It's just one bad influence after another with you, isn't it? First Grim, now this guy. You attract the absolute worst pups, don’t you? You’re lucky you’re his favorite. That’s not stopping Crewel from being crazy strict with both of you though. Expect to get seated across the classroom from your boyfriend. There are plenty of well-behaved puppies in the litter, why are you settling for one who barely knows how to sit? Ace and Crewel are NOT getting along. It’ll take Ace trying to improve himself (i.e. not getting in as much trouble) for Crewel to start being more accepting of him as your boyfriend. If he sees Ace attempting to be a better student, he's more than happy to start extending some grace. He isn’t that cruel… And then Crewel finds out that Ace cheated on a few tests and he’ll get detention for weeks. In detention Crewel is going to make him write a 12 page essay about his bad behavior; standing over his shoulder the whole time as Ace writes this. He'll crack his whip against the boy’s desk if he slows down while writing… Yeah. So much for not being cruel. These two are going to be bickering CONSTANTLY. With time, they’ll mellow out and their arguments will get more playful. (i’m imagining it like Meemaw and George from Young Sheldon) But don't expect him to stop punishing him. It's what bad pups get after all.
deuce spade
Believes you two are adorable together! You two puppies can bounce off and learn from each other. He’ll push Deuce to follow your example, especially if your grades are better than his. He is an educator above all else and takes his position very seriously. Though, as your self-proclaimed father figure, he will be watching Deuce closely. Yes, the pup is good intentioned. But he also has a tendency to get in trouble and still has a long road ahead of him. Crewel will be getting more strict with Deuce, but it isn't as strict as he is with Ace. He's more willing to let some of Deuce's mistakes slide because he sees that he genuinely wants to be better. But those mistakes are in terms of academics. If he makes mistakes in your relationship? Oh that pup is getting whooped. No questions asked. Crewel will not tolerate him hurting you and he has made that very, very clear to Deuce who accidentally got a closer look at the professor's whip. It's not that he thinks that Deuce will hurt you. He's just making sure. He sees it akin to putting a leash on a puppy as they play to make sure they don't get rowdy with the other dogs. Deuce is simply being kept in check by him. Perhaps under Crewel's watchful eye, he will shape up to be the perfect pup for you! He believes Deuce has the potential. It's just a matter of unlocking it.
cater diamond
He's fond of the boy. Makes sure Cater doesn't get away with using his phone in class. He'd hate for any bad influences to start coming your way, so he'll ensure that Cater is following the rules to the tee. He isn't afraid to take away or even break Cater's phone if the time calls for it. Crewel's actually been wanting to get to know Cater more since he's heard about his Magicam. The professor is acutely aware of the latest trends and what not but firmly believes that vintage looks just hit different. So, with Cater now being your boyfriend, he'll be more likely to come up to Cater and recommend him fashion brands that most young people probably wouldn't know about. He's going to start buying you two matching couple outfits, enjoying seeing both of you represent older luxury brands. In exchange, Cater will usually talk to Crewel about celebrity gossip or whatever's trending. This will all be heavily scrutinized by Crewel, but the professor just can't stop listening to what new gossip Cater has. He's open to hearing about student gossip too. Crewel is always open to learning more about his adorable pups and makes sure they aren't misbehaving. Cater becomes his news outlet of sorts. Honestly, Crewel is probably talking to your boyfriend more than you. You're still his favorite of course, he's as loyal as a German Shepherd. Cater is his just new gossip buddy.
trey clover
A fine choice, albeit boring in his opinion. Crewel enjoys a little flare, obviously. His curiosity will grow as to how your relationship happened and why you'd want to be with Trey. His attention will be on Trey more often. And being the astute teacher he is, he'll start to notice more and more... interesting comments that Trey lets slip. Crewel will definitely find out about that side of Trey which... he doesn't know how to feel about it. On one hand; flare! Yay! Now he understands his favorite little pup's relationship better. On the other... Trey is a rather bizarre man is he not? He thinks to himself; how did he ever think that Trey was a normal student? NRC has none of those, much to the teacher's dismay. He appreciates Trey's efforts to win him over though; leaving him little treats. It's like watching a dog bring back a bone, waiting for validation. He'll give it to the boy with due time. Though, Crewel would rather see him treat you nicely as opposed to Trey giving him gifts. He's obviously a well-trained pup, especially given his position as the vice-housewarden of Heartsbyul. Though, Crewel is hesitant to say any boy is worth your attention, he doesn't mind Trey and his tendency of spoiling you. It's what you deserve. Crewel really doesn't have any reservations about your relationship. He just has his suspicions on Trey as a person. Especially if you tell him about the teeth thing. Please don't tell him about the teeth thing.
riddle rosehearts
He appreciates you going for an obedient pup. Crewel hopes Riddle will push you to be more responsible, officially assigning him as your partner in all the classes you have together. The professor also asks him to be your tutor after seeing how well you work together. Academically speaking, Crewel believes Riddle is a good pup. However, he wants to make sure you're being treated like royalty in your relationship and isn't afraid to make vague threats to scare the boy a little. He'll say things around Riddle like, "Hm. It's been quite a while since you and the Prefect have gone on a date, hasn't it?" While not so subtly cracking his whip. Fear is one of the best motivators and best believe Riddle instantly took you on a date after that incident. They have mutual respect for one another as they're both sticklers for the rules. Riddle is just a bit... intimidated at times by his professor. But it's all smooth sailing. Crewel just reminds Riddle of the consequences of treating you poorly. A lot. The housewarden is unnerved but uses it as an opportunity to better himself, earning some brownie points in Crewels book. He's always had a soft spot for obedient puppies.
jack howl
Crewel's intensity really gets to him sometimes. He knows it's bad but whenever Crewel's around Jack starts to overthink. "Why is he looking at me like that... What if I did something wrong? What punishment will I have to face?" In reality, Crewel likes Jack. He thinks you picked the cutest little pup ever. Partly because Jack is a wolf beastman with dog-like features. But Crewel also recognizes Jack's grit. He's actually quite charitable when it comes to complimenting him. During class, Crewel will correct and check up on Jack quite a lot. The beastman takes this as his Crewel not thinking he's good enough for you. But in reality it's quite the opposite. Crewel just genuinely enjoys teaching things to Jack. He approves of the relationship, believing you've chosen a well-rounded dog. Strong, reliable, a rule-follower— it appears you've finally gained a good companion. However, as time goes by, Jack can't stand the thought of Crewel not thinking he's well suited for you. Soon enough, he goes to the teacher and spills his guts, saying that he knows he's not perfect but he's trying really hard to be the man you need. Crewel laughs, patting him on the head. "Oh, you silly little pup. You already have my approval." Jack is shocked to hear this, but it does make him happy to hear. All the more reason to be devoted to you in Jack's mind.
ruggie bucchi
He's not fond of troublemakers— a well known fact. So, Ruggie tries to be more subtle with his mischief once he finds out that Crewel's protective over you. As much as he'd like to stick it to the man, Ruggie quite enjoys his life and would rather not play with fire. But Crewel catches on. He always does. And oh boy, he finds Ruggie's under the table misbehavior to be anything but tasteful. His whip is going to be put to good use. Ruggie gets mortified and starts skipping class, making the whole situation worse. You're probably going to have to be the middleman for these two and make sure nothing goes overboard. Needless to say, Crewel is not fond of Ruggie. However, the teacher respects his work ethic. That boy is always on the job, looking to get extra cash. There's potential in Ruggie and Crewel is going to find it. Meaning that he's going to bug you for more information about your boyfriend before pulling him aside and having a genuine talk with the pup. After the talk, they seem on good terms, with Crewel even complimenting Ruggie from time to time! Yay! Little do you know that he's constantly threatening your boyfriend with the whip.
leona kingscholar
He hardly sees the appeal of a lazy cat who sleeps his days away. Leona is hardly in class so Crewel can't even punish him. He'll have a stern talking with you, telling you not to settle for anything you don't deserve. Once you explain that, "Oh no, Leona treats me very well." and maybe throwing in a, "He lets me use his credit card." for good measure, Crewel will be more open to the idea of you two dating. He could always sense that Leona had that side to him, but he absolutely despises his laziness. He'll try to get you to convince the beastman to come to class more often. Crewel starts threatening to punish you if your boyfriend continues to skip. After all, your boyfriend is an extension of you. And if you're boyfriends being a bad pup, then you are too. So basically you're begging Leona to start to come to class again because Crewel does not play when it comes to punishments. Crewel is not holding back any punishments once Leona starts attending classes more. It's extremely frustrating for Crewel— seeing untapped potential in Leona. He doesn't tolerate this pups behavior, but he genuinely wants to see him be better and decides to talk to him after class. Leona is surprised when Crewel isn't being too preachy and instead talks about how he wants to make sure you're being treated right. It kinda pisses the beastman off that his professor thinks he'd ever treat you wrong in the first place, but it does give him some newfound motivation. The two eventually grow to have a mutual respect relationship on the basis that they both want you to be happy. Though, Crewel still thinks dogs are better than cats. And frankly, this extends to your boyfriend. Sorry not sorry.
floyd leech
What spell does this leech have you under!? In what world would he EVER let you date this monster of a man!? This love is forbidden! Crewel will go full Romeo and Juliet style when restricting you two because he is NOT letting you date Floyd! Nope! Not if he has a say in it! Going on a date tonight? Too bad, he's assigning both of you extra homework that must be completed ON YOUR OWN. Floyd dislikes him right back, always complaining to you how Crewel's no fun. Floyd is one of the biggest troublemakers on campus, right next to Grim. Arguably worst. Floyd is going to get really upset about Crewel's attitude about it and, to your horror, he confronts the professor about it shamelessly. RIP your boyfriend. That poor guy is NOT making it out alive. If you make the mistake of asking Crewel why he doesn't like Floyd, oh that man will go on a tangent. He will be talking for HOURS. I don't see this relationship improving either. Floyd has no intention of changing ever; very content with how he is. If anything, he's making it worse by talking back and throwing tantrums. And it's probably going to be your job to calm him down because Azul and Jade do not wanna deal with allat. Have fun!
jade leech
Unsettled to say the least. He swears up and down that the pup is plotting something. Unfortunately Sam tells him he's overthinking it. He will be sitting you two away from each other... A part of Crewel genuinely wants to get to know him and how this relationship flourished. A louder part of Crewel wants to get you the hell away from this pup because he's scheming SOMETHING he can sense it. All their interactions are going to be the most tense thing ever. Like, both of them are going to be staring at one another with the most strained smiles in the universe. As Jade passes by Crewel's desk with his up-to-no-good smile, I can picture him saying, "Is something the matter, professor?" And then Crewel hitting him back with an equally as devious grin. "Nothing that concerns you, my pup." And then they'll proceed to have a staring contest until you inevitably drag your boyfriend away. Hey, at least Crewel is outright disapproving or hostile to your boyfriend? But he does give you several warnings to watch Jade closely. Because no one should like mushrooms that much. It's suspicious. Crewel is definitely paranoid and probably has a bunch of conspiracy theories on Jade but he never really disapproves of the relationship. A win is a win?
azul ashengrotto
As mean as this sounds, Crewel can sense his insecurity. He's just learned how to pick up on those kind of things after being a teacher. And Azul reeks of hidden insecurity to the professor. He doesn't go any easier on him— he'd be damned if he let any of his puppies step out of line. But he's much more open to be complimentary, especially since you're dating Azul. He'll encourage Azul to spend more time with him after class for studies in order to give him pep talks. If Azul was good enough to catch your eye, then Crewel assures him that he doesn't need to put on this whole 'business' facade to win anyones favor. Azul is definitely stunned to receive this kind of talk from his teacher, but decides to take his advice to heart because he really does love you. Crewel doesn't tell you any of this. Whenever you talk about your boyfriend he kinda just nods along and goes, "That's nice, honey." But in actuality, he smiles to himself after hearing that Azul's been coming out of his shell more. Or— in his case pot. He's no love expert, but he goes soft when he hears that his students are genuinely improving.
kalim al asim
Okay. Get that money. Crewel respects the grind; going for the richest kid on campus. But he isn't a fan of how reliant Kalim is on Jamil in terms of academics. And now that he knows that Kalim is your partner, he'll be harsher on the boy. Crewel doesn't want you hanging out with non-scholars! You deserve a very intelligent boyfriend who can at least get a B average. So he pushes to see Kalim more after class without his attendant, claiming that he needs to learn how to be independent. Kalim obviously struggles with this a bit due to his upbringing, but is willing to take the challenge! Especially if it's to win the respect of your father-like figure! He's really sweet and does try hard... but it doesn't garner much results much to Crewel's dismay. Nonetheless, Kalim does in fact show the grit that was needed in order for Crewel to approve of your relationship. Though, he does insists that Kalim continues to come after class on his own. Maybe you could tag along and help him. Because somethings that boy just doesn't get, no matter how hard Crewel tries. The professor can't help but smile when he sees how lovesick Kalim is over you. He'll watch from afar as you two puppies hug each other in the halls. If you accidentally make eye contact with him, Crewel will give you a small, approving nod.
jamil viper
Crewel has had his eye on Jamil before the two of you started dating. He could tell that the pup held himself back. For what reason, Crewel couldn't say but once he heard the news about you two, he definitely used it as an excuse to get to know Jamil more. He'll watch how Jamil acts around you, the way he relaxes and becomes more snarky. Crewel finds himself liking this version of Jamil more than the quiet, blend in the crowd guy that he presents himself as to the professor. So, Crewel decides to force him out of it. He'll push him, purposely grading his papers harder so that he'll have to put in more effort. Crewel knows that Jamil is capable of 'A' papers despite only turning in 'C' level work. His solution? He makes it so that, in order to get a 'C', Jamil has to turn in 'A' level work. Call it unfair, but it works. Jamil does get frustrated and rants about it to you. As hard as he tries to bite his tongue, he'll eventually let something slip on accident to Crewel. Now, Crewel hates disrespect. But he knows he purposely pushed the pup to see this side— the true side. He'll tell Jamil that being fake doesn't suit him. So, Jamil drops the act. He isn't stupid, Crewel is basically your father and he isn't trying to get on any of your family's (blood related or not) bad side. And it turns out to be for the better as they actually develop a nice bond with Jamil being more himself. Some puppies just need to be pushed out of their crate.
epel felmier
Crewel is happy to hear you're dating a Pomfiore student! He'd like his son-in-law to be fashionable. Then he hears that it's Epel and he's mildly disappointed. Listen, he genuinely cares for his students so he pays attention. And he's heard Epel slip out his native tongue underneath his breath. He's seen the boy rough play with Ace and Deuce. He knows that this pup is different from the other Pomfiore students. That's why he also gets frustrated when Epel tries to maintain this fake act with Crewel. "Good pups don't play pretend when it isn't asked of them. Drop this act. That's an order." This, naturally, freaks Epel out a bit. The country boy is a bit ashamed to be himself around Crewel since he really wanted to appease him due to your father-like bond with him. But he isn't going to disobey— Epel has seen Crewel's punishments, he's not taking his chances. Although Crewel isn't the biggest fan of Epel's southern charm, he appreciates the pup being his real self around him. Is he good enough to date you? Not in Crewel's book, no. But he'll allow it. Epel knows what the punishments are if he breaks your heart anyways.
rook hunt
What compelled you to want to date this man? Crewel doesn't understand your taste. Rook starts leaving clothing and jewelry from luxury brands that Crewel loves on his desk. The professor has very mixed feelings about this. 1. How did Rook find out what brands he's partial to? Should he be concerned about this? Because he's getting concerned. 2. Crewel doesn't like the idea of being bought over. No matter how much he enjoys the gifts. Because he wants your love to be genuine. Crewel wants to see proof that Rook is treating you right, not another luxurious coat that he'll definitely be wearing later down the line. He takes the fact that Rook thinks he can be bought over as an insult and pulls him aside after class, giving the pup a stern talking to. "Non non! I simply gifted it because it reminded me of you, professor! These have nothing to do with my devotion toward the Prefect." Crewel smells bs and does NOT tolerate that. He'll punish Rook by having him clean the alchemy tools after the freshman class since that class was notorious for leaving behind a mess. Rook knew what he was doing. His hand holds yours tighter and he smiles as you two pass by Crewel, with Rook catching a glimpse of the professor wearing one of the necklaces Rook gifted him. You just sigh because there's no way of controlling this man. His audacity knows no bounds.
vil schoenheit
Oh, Crewel is living for this. Vil might just be the one student he fully approves of, 100%. You dating one of the top alchemy students who is also an actor and model with the best sense of fashion in the entire school? Now that's a good puppy! Crewel almost wants to buy both of you treats with how over the moon he is. Vil, ever so charming, easily woos Crewel over by showing him how caring and compassionate he is towards you while also maintaining good grades and fixing your clothes. The professor smiles wide as he asks you, "How's your boyfriend doing?" And he listens happily as you tell him about the super romantic date that Vil took you on. Vil also seeks Crewel out for opinions on different outfits he plans on wearing to his modeling shoots. Crewel is more than happy to give his two cents. All the alchemy students have Vil to thank for the professor being in such a good, less snappy mood. He's not any less strict on them, but he compliments their work much more as he thrills over the fact that his little puppy is dating the perfect student. There's nothing more pure than puppy love, and he sees it written on Vil's face whenever he's around you.
idia shroud
You're dating the recluse? Now how did that happen? Crewel rarely sees Idia so he hasn't exactly seen how the two of you interact. He urges and bugs you to get your boyfriend to show up to his class. Cause Crewel only has a faint idea of what he's like. And once he does get familiar with Idia... Oh... Oh, puppy, why? Why him? Not exactly the type Crewel would've gone for at all. He'll definitely have to punish Idia a few times. Partly because of his horrendous attendance. Partly because he's heard him say a few sly comments under his breath. But mainly so he'll know the consequences of hurting you. Idia is beyond TERRIFIED of this man. Why does he keep calling him a 'pup'?! WHY DOES HE HAVE A WHIP?! And his fears are justified when Crewel punishes him. Idia will let out a loud sigh as he snuggles against you. "Out of all the staff members to be your fatherly figure... Did it have to be him?" Which is pretty funny because you're pretty sure you've heard Crewel complain, "Out of all the students... you chose him?" Looks like they've got some similarities. Just don't expect Idia to be striking up conversation with Crewel ever. Same goes with Crewel. They just pretend that the other doesn't exist and move on with their days.
sebek zigvolt
Oh, Crewel knows who Sebek is. That pup has a lot to learn. Especially when it comes to controlling his volume. Crewel uses the fact that you're dating him to teach him a lesson. "If you yell a single time in my class again this week, I will have your relationship with the Prefect ended. That is a guarantee." It's not a guarantee since Crewel knows he can't really control you, but he says it to keep Sebek in check. And it works. Nobody knew he could stay that silent for that long. Crewel was pleased with the progress, giving him a pat on the head with a small, "Good pup!" Oh, and Crewel is especially satisfied when Trein comes to complain to him that Sebek's been extremely loud in his class as of late. Crewel shrugs, claiming that he's been nothing but the most obedient dog in his class. "Maybe it's a teaching problem regarding you?" Trein wanted to strangle him when he said that. Crewel found it extremely amusing. The professor honestly thanks you for dating Sebek because this is the most fun he's had in a while. You're just glad that Sebek got Crewel's mark of approval. Because you know he would've been crushed if he didn't.
silver
He isn't a fan of the boy who's always sleeping. Crewel becomes even harsher when he hears the two of you are dating. It's hard for Silver so eventually the student comes to him explaining his condition. The professor is much more understanding after that. He actually tries really hard to help Silver, probably dragging you along as well. He'll have you stay after class for some parent-kid (blood related or not, you are literally his child) bonding while making a potion. Crewel will make dozens of potions, giving each one to you so you can pass it along to your boyfriend. None of them really make his condition go away fully of course, but it definitely helps as he's able to stay awake in class. Silver is extremely thankful for the help from Crewel, making it a point to express his gratitude nearly every time he sees him. With Silver awake more often, Crewel's able to witness the knightly way in which he treats you. Spoiler alert; he loves it. Yes! Live out your fairytale dreams, puppy! Crewel's convinced that Silver was a medieval knight in a previous life. He also offhandedly mentions that Silver should start modeling because that pup is GORGEOUS. (I'm biased because have you seen his eyes!?)
lilia vanrouge
Sure. He's cute.... Wait he's how old? Crewel is NOT approving when he finds out that Lilia is probably older than him. It's funny because Crewel starts to talk to Lilia more like he's a staff member than a student. And Lilia happily goes along with it. It's such a switch when he talks to you and then your boyfriend. "Hello, pup. I'm glad to hear you had a good day. How's your alchemy project coming along?... Oh, Lilia. How's the mortgage." "Quite well, professor. How's the wife? Wait, sorry, I forgot— you don't have one." Yeah, he hates your boyfriend actually. May or may not attempt to set you up with someone else. Only for the person that Crewel sets you up with to be Lilia catfishing as someone else. "Khee hee~ The internet these days is crazy, isn't it?" If you look closely you could probably see steam coming out from Crewel's head. The professor will make it a point to constantly tell you that your boyfriend is the worst. He doesn't even consider him a pup in the litter. He's a rodent who somehow snuck into the box. A rodent that you adopted much to Crewel's dismay.
malleus draconia
Since it was well known that Crewel was your father like figure, Malleus actually made it a point to go to him and declare his love for you. It kinda catches the professor off guard. One minute he's just grading papers. The next some fae pup busts through the door and starts spouting Shakespeare style how much he loves Crewel's unofficial adopted child. Crewel is left speechless by the time Malleus done, barely even registering all that he just spouted. "... You have my approval?" Heavy on the question mark. Crewel might've had no idea what Malleus said, but if he willingly went on a 30 or so minute tangent about how much he loved you— he probably loves you a lot. And Crewel doesn't regret it as he watches the two of you bond like you're in your own little world. He'll start being more open about approaching Malleus, suggesting small tweaks to Diasomnia's dorm uniforms. Your boyfriend agrees with the biggest smile and implants the suggestion right away, loving the fact that he has the favor of your father figure. Crewel likes to watch the two of you from a far and muses how the most unlikely creatures from completely different worlds can still fall deep into puppy love. The universe works in funny ways, doesn't it?
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Could we get overblot boys reacting to reader calling them "baby" or "babe" for the first time in the relationship? Like "thank you baby" after they hand you a book or something? I LOVE YOUR WRITING PLEASE
WHATS A MATTER BABY?
☆彡 in which you call them 'baby' for the first time
overblot boys x gn!reader (separate)
word count: 250+ each
tags: lighthearted fluff, the boys are flustered, I love them their such inexperienced losers
a/n: i LIVE for these kinda scenarios! so cute omg, i love my boys. i hope you're having a good day :>
riddle rosehearts
He's incredibly new to the whole "relationship" stuff. Not too long ago, he had just learned how to be a friend? Now he needs to learn how to be more than a friend?! Needless to say, it was challenging. Though, of course, Riddle would never back away just because something was 'hard'. To his record, he was doing a pretty good job. Reading up on some romance history text books, in no time he was the perfect gentleman. Opening doors for you, making a designated you time, even kissing you when the time was appropriate! However, no paragraph could prepare him for what you did. Bidding him goodbye after helping set up a unbirthday party with a quick kiss to the cheek and casual, "Have fun, baby." Best believe he turned the same shade as his hair. He short-circuited for a moment, not fully processing the pet name until you were gone. Riddle could hear the giggles from the freshman already, causing him to whip his head around and demand they get back to work. The red on his face wasn't the usual anger, but a symbol of the effect you had on him. After the whole debacle, he did end up texting you, "I saved you a tart, baby." Cater was the one who convinced him. Riddle was sweating bullets, literally shaking like the name "baby" was some forbidden word. He seemed to melt further when you replied, "Thanks, babe! See you soon!" Now babe was a ballpark he was not ready for.
leona kingscholar
He hates it. Get that sappy stuff out of his face. Leona can't help but associate it with those really bad romance movies that try to be sexy. The nickname just never lands right and always comes off as trying too hard... Well, that is until you call him it, of course. He's caught off guard when you say it during your normal banter with him as he tries to pull you back to bed. "Professor will kill me if I miss another lecture, baby." Leona was about to retort but was interrupted by an involuntary shiver. After realizing what you said, he shot you a disgusted look. For a second, you genuinely thought there was a bug on you or something. "Baby?... Gross. Go to your 'important' lecture already." He grumbled, knitting his brows together. Ever the dramatic, he even rolls in bed to face his back toward you. That gave you the ample opportunity to come up behind him and tease, asking if he really didn't like the pet name 'baby' that much. Leona didn't respond, simply pretending to be asleep to ignoring your mockery. "Aww, come on. Won't even look at me, baby?" He puts an end to your fun by grabbing you by the waist and pulling you back to bed with him. A small growl leaves his throat. "You're disgusting. Herbivores these days." The annoyance in his eyes and voice was so beautifully fake that you couldn't help but lean in closer, whispering the word "baby" in his ear again. Leona shivers before clamping a hand over your mouth, a scowl on his face. "Call me that again and I'm biting."
azul ashengrotto
He's not at all used to affection like that. Hearing you call him that name genuinely makes his heart start pounding like crazy and he's left frozen. Azul doesn't move for a good minute or two before dramatically shouting, "BABY!?" He wasn't aware your relationship was at that point. 'Baby', in his mind, is old, married couple level. He tries really hard to play it cool, clearing his throat and slicking back his hair. "How bold of you, dear... Is this a trick? Are you trying to prove something?" He doesn't really believe you have ulterior motives, he just says it to change the topic and get the attention off him. That's an incredibly difficult thing to do though when he's blushing up a storm. There's no use in calling him out on that though since he'll just go full gaslighter mode. "Hm? No, I'm not flustered. Why would I be flustered...b... baby?" When he tries to say it, it's all stuttered and messed up. "If anything, you're the flustered one. Didn't expect me to call out your trickery, hm? I'm not falling for these mind games." The mind games in question being the fact you love your boyfriend btw. He'll get used to it the longer your relationship goes on, of course. However, for the moment, he can't process the fact you like him enough to call him by such an affectionate name without any mockery. It's foreign and embarrassing, because now all he can think of is the two of you growing old together, resting by the shore, and naturally calling each other 'baby'.
jamil viper
He doesn't have a huge reaction, but he does get embarrassed. It probably catches him off-guard, especially if he was doing something else at the moment, such as cooking or hanging up decorations. Jamil hears the word slip from your lips and immediately darts his head toward you, quietly processing the fact that you called him that. A small scoff escapes him as he pulls down his hood to hide the light blush dusting his cheeks. He'll murmur something along the lines of, "Whatever, babe." Then get back to work. But don't let this dismissal lead you to thinking he wasn't affected! If the blush wasn't enough, watch him closely as he finishes up whatever task he's working on, and you'll see a faint hint of a smile on his lips. Even as he continues his vice housewarden and royal retainer duties, he can't get your simple pentane out of his head. He knows it's normal for couples to call each other that. Jamil has heard it many times and always cringed. However, it's different being at the receiving end of such adoration. This rings especially true when the person speaking it is someone he fancies. He won't admit anything if you try to call him out on the reaction, simply stating that the Scarabian heat is getting to him or that he's too close to the stove. But both you and this Viper know the truth. He's totally weak to you calling him 'baby'. The name is quick to become the norm for the relationship. Even if you don't say it often, he took this as a go-ahead to begin calling you 'baby' frequently. It's rarely in front of other people, he hates public affection, but in private it's his go-to. Just imagine him in bed beside you, sleepily murmuring, "How was your day, baby?"
vil schoenheit
Unfazed. He's been called 'baby' and has called other people 'baby' before on set. So when you refer to him as such out-of-the-blue, he simply responds as he normally would. Just as you think all hope of getting a reaction out of him is lost and turn to leave, however, he'll grab you by the chin to guide you back to him. "I like that name on your lips. Baby. Keep calling me that, darling. Wear it out to your heart's contents." Ever the smooth. It's almost frustrating just how smooth he is. He'll seal the deal with a kiss as well, leaving his own purple lipstick stain on your cheek. It doesn't matter if you're in public or not. Who wouldn't want to be marked by the Queen himself anyways? Since he's expressed his liking for the pet name, if you try to refer to him by name in a private setting, he'll be pouty. Sure, if it's maybe once or twice you just refer to him by name, it could be a genuine slip of the mind. But if you continuously do so? He'll pout and do things to draw your attention to him in order to jog your memory. Kissing your neck, running his hands down your sides, sitting way too close... If you still don't get the memo, he'll simply whisper into your ear, "What happened to 'Baby'? Did I do something to have the name revoked?" If you're holding out on him just for the sake of teasing, he'll tease you right back, purposefully refusing you his sweet affection till you return the pet name that was rightfully his. What a drama queen, huh?
idia shroud
Oh crud. He's doomed. No warning? No heads-up text that this was happening? No, "Hey, Idia! Prepare to have your breath taken away and thoughts consumed by one singular word!" Why would you do this to him? His flames immediately burst. If he was typing on his keyboard, he stops. If he was in the middle of a game, he pauses almost instantaneously. He doesn't know how to respond. It takes some super extroverted level of charisma to form a proper response to that. Instead, he's left stuttering and barely able to talk. If he does, it's nothing past incoherent murmurs. If you keep calling him it, he'll actually go into a ball; bringing his legs up to his chest to hide. He's so flustered it hurts. Have you no mercy for an inexperienced, introverted shut-in like him? Truly evil... Once he reaches his tipping point, he'll eventually shout out, "ENOUGH! ENOUGH! GAHH!" His heart can't take it. "Talk about a total surprise attack... Super effective. It's brutal using all these advantages to gain the upper hand like this... truly evil..." Eventually, he'll just want to cuddle and hide his face against you. He never does get used to the name. This happens nearly every time you call him 'baby'. He'll rarely call you 'babe' or 'baby' too outside of a joking context. It just feels too outgoing and charismatic for him. Like he's the protagonist of some corny visual novel... if he were, he'd play your route every time. UGH! He can't believe you've got him thinking stupid thoughts like that. What have you done to him...
malleus draconia
Okay, he's not going to get it at first, but he's a fast learner. When he hears the name fall from your lips at first, he looks at you funny. He's clueless, but an amused grin appears on his face nonetheless. "... I am a being far past your years, yet you refer to me as though I'm a toddler. How funny." That's the time where you should explain that, no, you don't mean baby as in newborn, you mean baby as in love of my life. It's no different than his own pet name, 'child of man'. Despite the explanation, Malleus thinks it's an odd nickname, especially for someone of his standing. However, it'll grow on him quickly the more you use it. Hearing you use it exclusively for him, saying it in such a sweet tone, has a him swooning. Every time he hears it leave your lips, he has the urge to just hold you close and snuggle against you. Once you start using 'baby' on him, you're not allowed to go back to his first name. If you do, he'll still respond, but he'll give you such a sad little pout it'll make even Grim start to feel a little guilty. Malleus loves being yours, and you calling him 'babe' is just a subtle way of claiming him. I don't exactly see him using 'baby' back to you, but I think he'll start implementing pet names such as 'darling' or 'my love'. He truly adores you so much and hearing you refer to him in such a way makes his heart swell.
“why would he do that?” because this is my fic where I am in control of what I want to happen, how it happens, how the characters react. and also I made him ✨unwell✨
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