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or; what itâs like to date the general of the rightâs most devoted soldier
featuring baur zigvolt and a gender neutral reader
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baur zigvolt is not an easy man to get close to by any stretch of the imagination â not unless youâre introduced to him by someone he greatly respects (like lilia) or loves (like his daughter), and even then youâre still going to have a long road ahead of you to make the jump from loose acquaintance to anything close to lovers. especially so if youâre not of fae heritage, and even more so if youâre any degree human. because for as much as heâs grown tolerant of humans in his old age (courtesy of his daughterâs marriage to one), his distaste runs very deep and itâs gonna be an even longer process for you to catch his eye. but with all of that being said, once you do manage to earn your place by his side youâll find the zigvolt patriarch to be a deeply committed, unshakeably loyal, and immensely trusting partner, and one who is more than worth the work once you get to that point
proud old fae that he is, baur leans heavily into traditional courting methods when he eventually starts to reciprocate your feelings â and those methods include those specific to crocodilian fae like himself, and those that hold a great deal of significance in briar valley in general (because he may not be a native but thatâs still the country he thinks of as his home). he is a bit⌠blunt in his approach to both, but itâs sweet nonetheless since itâs clear how much effort heâs putting into it so you canât rag on him too much for it
baur is extremely honest by nature, and rather blunt in his approach to addressing others, and like with his grandson this works both to your benefit as a lover and to the detriment of his reputation because he can, and has, gotten into many arguments with people because he made his distaste for them so obvious. but when it comes to the words of affirmation he gives you â the compliments about your new outfit or hairstyle, the praise for a job well done â his honesty only makes them hit that much harder because you know he will only say things he means with his whole person
his general demeanour is more on the severe side, even with his loved ones, and heâs not all that different around you. and, in fact, unless one of you states it outright thereâs every chance that other people wonât have the faintest idea that youâre together based on just how little his behaviour changes around you â i.e. no pda, talks to you the same blunt but respectful way he talks to others and so on. but to those who know him best, itâs clear as crystal just how much being with you has actually softened the old crocadillian⌠even if it only really shows in small, quiet ways, like him changing around the layout of his house for the first time in years to make it easier for you to manoeuvre around, or him placing himself between you and others without a second thought
acts of service is the main way he actually shows that he cares for you, as indicated in the previous point, and he can go surprisingly far with it if left to his own devices⌠even if he will vehemently deny doing any of these things specifically for you if itâs pointed out to him. think along the lines of always having your safe/favourite foods in stock in his home even if itâs something heâd personally sooner swallow glass than actually eat, making his living area more open to make it easier to navigate around if you happen to have low vision or need mobility aids to move around, running errands for you before you get together because he just happened to be in the area, and so on. itâs sweet, and honestly kind of hilarious how many excuses heâll make to cover up the extent of just how much he cares
his temper may have evened out considerably since his years as a soldier, but he still has his moments where his hotheadedness will get the better of him like it did back then. it just so happens that most of those incidents these days are caused by people blatantly disrespecting you in his presence and him feeling compelled to immediately come to your defence with all the same fire and loudness that he had back when he would defend his general all those years ago
when it comes to the terms of endearment he uses, baur tends to stick to the classics. or, rather, the classics from his youth several hundred years ago⌠and in the old fae language. yes, he can speak common and, yes, he absolutely could use some of the traditional pet names heâs heard used in that language. but he wonât. in fact he almost refuses just on the principle. so good luck learning the ancient fae tongue
as far as kisses go, he will never kiss you in public (or engage in any physical affection in general⌠itâs nothing personal heâs just very old fashioned) and he will only ever kiss you on your lips or on your hands â specifically either your knuckles, your fingertips, or the backs of your hands. he alternates between them depending on his mood and what feels ârightâ
and in return heâs rather simple in his tastes and prefers to be kissed either on his lips or his cheeks â bonus points if you decide to kiss along the scales on his face because thatâs one of the few guarenteed ways that you can leave him truly flustered and speechless. though, again, heâd much rather you keep such affectionate displays exclusive to moments where the two of you are completely alone
it takes him a while to feel comfortable introducing you to his family, especially to his grandchildren, but contrary to any concerns he may have had regarding his late partner and his daughter his loved ones are all super supportive of your relationship. his daughter and son in law were both quick to welcome you into the family, his older grandkids were just happy to see their grandfather happy, and sebek, while initially reluctant, can appreciate how much his grandfather cares for you and has slowly started to warm up to you⌠emphasis on slowly
crush who seems intimidating but is secretly sweet hcs ; jade leech
requested by ; anonymous (25/12/25)
fandom(s) ; twisted wonderland
fandom masterlist(s) ; here
character(s) ; jade leech
outline ; âHII im a little confused if this is considered your inbox but if its not then sorry im new to tumblrđ âŚi was wondering if you could do a Souji Okita (ROR) or Jade (Twst) crush hcs with a gn! S/o who is intimidatingly serious at first but almost poetically romantic in private (fluff)â
warning(s) ; none, just fluff!
one of jadeâs many responsibilities as the vice housewarden of octavinelle is performing extensive research on any and all potential dorm members or clients for the housewarden â which means that itâs very difficult to actually hide any major part of yourself from him once you become a subject of interest for himself or for azul. and once you actually catch his attention to the point of him developing feelings for you? yeah heâs going to see through your outwardly intimidating and serious demeanour so quickly it may very well give you whiplash
granted he did have an inkling that your initially intimidating mannerisms werenât all there was to you back when you first met â after all, he wouldnât have survived for long in the coral sea if he just took everyone at face value â but he never took the time to research you in any particular depth before he started to catch feelings for you
but after those feelings start to take root? youâll be seeing a whole lot more of jade, and he will get to delight in seeing more of you than most anyone else at night raven college
and to say that heâs most pleased with what heâs learned would be quite the understatement as the stark contrast between the serious act you put on around others and the soft romantic side you show when in private is more than enough to pique his endless curiosity and provide ample amusement for him too⌠in addition deepening his feelings for you somewhat as you two slowly get closer (through a great deal of overly polite insistence on his part, naturally) and he gets to know more of your true self, but that truly does go without saying
he starts to almost engineer more situations where the two of you can be alone with the specific purpose of seeing more of your softer side â and these situations vary from more subtle to so blatantly obvious that youâd have to actively try not to notice that jade is making a real effort to get close to you⌠such as:
sleepovers at his dorm room where floyd has to stay elsewhere at the last minute for reasons that he just about manages to pass off as being due to a change in his twinâs mood⌠so he can experience what youâre like at your most comfortable and relaxed and natural before you fall asleep and first thing after you wake up (which might be a tad unsettling if you werenât already used to jadeâs particular eccentricities at this point)
guilt tripping you into attending a hike with him for his club, because heâs so terribly lonely you see and itâs so difficult fetching all of the specimen heâd like to study back down the mountain with just one person⌠so he can observe how your more romantic side comes out surrounded by the great outdoors (and so he has an excuse to indulge in his main interest with the person heâs most interested in, but thatâs neither here nor there)
and even arranging for you to take a shift at the lounge and then using his authority in the dorm to ensure youâll be spending all of the afternoon in close proximity to him⌠so he can observe the switch in your personality up close
oh but if you ever try and confront him about it heâll deny and turn the whole thing around on you with an impressive degree of skill
the fact that he gets to see a side of you that so few others know exist is something that appeals to his pride and ego in a very specific way, and you can bet that heâs not going to be telling anyone just how much more there is to you than just the way you act in public â well, not unless theyâre willing to make a deal with him anyway⌠heâs never been the type to give things away for free, after all
So Iâm no longer active in the MHA fandom, I just kindaaaa fell out of love for it entirely. Not sure what happened there. BUT I have a lot of drafted fics I never got around to finishing or posting. I kinda wanna share it as one last piece before I move this blog away from MHA centered posts.
I donât know if thereâs anyone on my following list that still reads my posts bc itâs been a very very long time, but if anyone wants to vote, they can. I may not post all my drafts but definitely ones I think would serve well for the fandom. If it doesnât have any votes. Welp. Iâve only done this to myself lol. This was always a blog meant to serve me anyway.
note ; going a little bit canon-divergent here for obvious reasons lol
warning(s) ; some canon-typical angst, but mostly fluff!
given the nature of his curse â of the demonic destrudo and his intense (and tragic) awareness of it â beelzebub is not an easy person to get close to, in fact following lilithâs slaughter he closes himself off to such an extent that courting him becomes a borderline impossible task for even the most determined suitors to undertake. which is by design, of course
not to say that it isnât at all possible to earn his affection, his admiration, and even his love if youâre patient and stubborn enough â just that he wonât make it easy for you. in fact heâll start doing everything in his power to drive you away and further isolate himself from the moment he realises that heâs starting to feel even remotely fond of you
but letâs assume you find a way to, some how, combat and work around the restrictions of his curse and are able to enter a romantic relationship with him without triggering the demonic destrudo and getting slaughtered in the process â in that case youâll find beelzebub to be a partner who is nothing short of loyal, protective, and a complete and utter gentleman
loyal in that youâre the only person, god or otherwise, that he can freely adore without consequence or fear. loyal in that he would sooner tear out his own heart, fall victim to his own curse, than ever step out of your relationship and lose you. loyal in that the only reaction he gives to anyone who tries to flirt with him, or you, is a look so blank and dark that it always leaves them scurrying off with their tail between their legs. loyal in that he starts to view himself in relation to you before anything else â before his work under hades, before his role as a demon, before his identity as a god, before it all â and he starts to prioritise things that are important to you even to the detriment of his other endeavours (because you matter far more than anything else to him)
protective in that he will weaponise his reputation and the rumours around his curse to keep people away from you lest you fall victim to an attack. protective in that he always positions himself between you and any other god youâre talking to, even if he himself isnât involved in the conversation, just in case he needs to act. protective in how the most emotion anyone had seen him show in centuries was attributed to him threatening someone for belittling you in his presence. protective in that his first instinct was to cut you, his first friend in millennia, off completely the second he found himself falling for you â to isolate himself completely, to remove the one thing bringing light and happiness back into his life, the person who gave him a reason to keep on living, rather than run the risk of him becoming too enamoured with you and losing you to his curse
and a gentleman in the way he always holds open doors for you and pulls out your chair so you can comfortably sit down. in how he makes his home more comfortable and accessible for you the second you two get close, even long before those feelings started to become dangerous for him. in how he wouldnât hesitate to carry your bags or shoes or even you around if you started to get tired or achy during a trip around valhalla â after all, he may not look it at first, but he is remarkably strong.
heâs also very touch starved and very receptive to physical affection as a love language⌠even if it takes him a while to feel comfortable enough in the knowledge that you truly are safe with him to accept it from you without flinching away or stiffening up
youâre also the only person who gets to see a side of him that isnât emotionally detached and quiet â because with you he feels comfortable and safe enough to open up a bit more, to be vulnerable, in the same way he was with lilith and his first three friends long before you came into his life
he has reoccurring nightmares of you falling victim to the same fate as lilith, of him suddenly snapping back to reality and being covered in your blood and⌠yeah⌠so if you wake up to him cuddling you with what looks like tear tracks drying on his face, donât bring it up, just hold him tightly until he wakes up and tell him how much you love him when he finally comes to
his favourite places to kiss you are your lips and hands and neck, and his favourite places to be kissed are his lips, his hands, and the tips of his ears. beelzebubâs kisses are also deeply passionate, with even the briefest of pecks carrying the unspoken weight of a love only eons of self imposed isolation can conjur
he tends to lean towards terms of endearment that are either more traditional or that denote belonging â like âmy loverâ, âmy heartâ, âmy dearâ, âmy lifeâ, and so on. and for his part heâs not overly bothered about whatever you choose to call him⌠just so long as you keep anything more playful to settings that are private (like your shared home, for example)
Beloved Daughters of Cain around the world, coming soon to a record store near youâŚ. At very long last, the tale of Ethel Cain will be told on vinyl. Itâs been a long journey to get here, so Iâm beyond excited for you to all hold it for yourselves. Thank you again to Matthew Tomasi for helping me bring this record to life, Marlee Kula for carrying it with me since, and everyone else on Team Cain for making this possible. Love you all endlessly, Iâll never stop being proud of us and this project.
Photography by @silkenweinberg , vinyl packaging designed by me. Look for it in stores on January 17th.
My tumblr experience would be greatly improved by the inclusion of those little DeviantArt journal doohickeys where you can include what youâre watching, reading, eating etc. at the time of writing the post
character: boothill
notes: i just rly, genuinely think boothill would be obsessed with feeling every fucking inch of you, thatâs all c: | title credit: body like a back road by sam hunt
warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, fem reader, thinly veiled body worship, mentions of scars + implied stretch marks and cellulite, marking (biting and bruising), implied multiple orgasms, tiny bit of angst right at the end
words: 830
boothill knows your body better than he knows anything else in the cosmos.Â
boothill knows your body better than he knows his ownâbetter than he knows his scorched, excavated homeland, better than he knows the smooth metal ripples and ridges, cold curves and contours of his own so called âbodyâ, better than he knows his cherished 9mm revolverâthe ivory grip, pretty pearlescent nacre shimmering up at him delicately from between the gaps of mechanized fingers, stamped with that gilded eagle sigil; the artfully notched cylinder, embossed with decorative arrowsâsix, one for each chamberâand the angular hammer, piped with shimmering aureate; the golden barrel, intricate inclinations carved to sharp, exquisite perfection.Â
boothill knows every curve, every dip, every edge of your formâall of your lines and dimples and scars, and could map them out with his eyes closed and recite each corresponding story: a single metallic fingertip tracing along the jagged strikes of silver etched into your skin; his hard thumbprint pressing into the dents peppering your thighs, a cool knuckle skimming over that scar on your knee.Â
and boothill loves appreciating them, appreciating you, appreciating how it all comes together to create one of the most magnificent masterpieces heâs ever had the pleasure of touching, the privilege of loving.Â
itâs become somewhat of a ritual now to take his sweet time admiring your figure before he fucks it, feeling every part of you plush and pliant beneath his grooved palms, revelling in the soft gasps that stutter your chest and dainty shivers that ripple your flesh as he kneads it.Â
he fills his touch with it, grabs healthy handfuls and squeezesâso soft, so suppleâalternating between harsh groping, iron fingers sinking into your thighs, your hips, your tits, and gentle caressing, bullseye gaze watching with sheer wonderment as his palms glide over your silhouette, slick lips parted and damp with panted breath.
sometimes heâll just let his hand rest on your ribs, observing the way it rises and falls with each of your quiet breaths, feeling oxygen expand your lungs as it flows in, then feeling your chest depress with every exhale pushed up your throat.Â
he loves to experience the thrum of your pulse beneath his fingertipsânothing more than a faint fluttering pressure against his receptors, but present nonethelessâan undeniable confirmation that you are indeed here, alive, his.Â
so beautiful, he murmurs from between your thighs, one large hand pressed flush against your heart, his chin resting on your stomach. a work of fudginâ art, baby, I swear to the stars.Â
it all gets him going so goddamn easily, instils a hunger in him so ferocious that it chews on his wires, zipping through the cables in sparks of desire until it devours his brain, gorges every thought and notion until all he can conceive, all he needs, is you.Â
he canât help but lick and kiss and bite and suck, desperate to leave his own impermanent marks on this gorgeous canvas. bruises blossom in the shapes of his fingerprints, sprouted in clusters of five across your form. engravings of razored teeth litter your thighs and hips, his gnawing just a hint shy of too strong, leaving behind wide crescents of thirty-two little crimson pinpricks. petals of thick saliva dry hard and stiff on your stomach and neck and collarbone, planted into your skin by puckered lips and chaste kisses.
itâs customary that he murmur sweet nothings into every claim he creates, knowing that his words will seep into your tissues in the form of gentle vibrations, knowing that they will stay, even after his marks fade.
your body is art, too, you tell him softly, after heâs made you cum several times on his cock, iron shimmering with a thick coat of your arousal, slick he refuses to clean off. a tender finger traces along the tears laden across his torso, rough and saw-toothedâscars he refuses to let heal.Â
no, he murmurs, rubbing his mouth into your shoulder as he speaks, eyes closing briefly with a slow, deep inhale. not the way yours is.Â
your body is a storybook of your life, inscribed with tales and memoriesâthe way your body developed as you entered womanhood, too quick for your delicate skin to keep up with, procuring shimmering streaks across your breasts and bum; the time you flipped your childhood bicycle, kneecaps scraping concrete, bloody and raw; that dark dash seared along your inner arm, a constant reminder of an earnest mistake, when you accidentally nudged the rim of a pot filled with boiling water.Â
his body was carved in a lab, too precise to be real, too perfect to be human, constantly torn apart and put back together; rearranged, scrambled, chock full of modifications he never asked for, never agreed to. a true horror storyâa weapon of death and destruction, a film of inevitable demise clinging to the metal.
daddy!Jiraiya asking his sexy but sexually naive daughter to help him do research for his next book by bathing with him at his personal hot spring... pretty please with a pervy sage on top! ;)
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â°â⤠Notes: love DADDY RIAYA SO MUCH IâM GONNA PISS
Jiraiya loves how inexperienced and naĂŻve his little girl is, completely unaware of the filth and sinew that plagues this mortal world.ďżź Even now as a young adult, youâve not yet even kissed a boy. Youâve kissed your daddy, of course, but he says that doesnât count!
He reads parts of his stories to you, he tells you that youâre his biggest inspiration and pinches the big smile on your cheeks
You always fluster so sweet when Jiraiya calls you his muse. âReally Daddy?â Youâll ask with soft, wanton eyes. And heâll coo you and tell you that youâre so much more too. That youâre the dedication on every bookâs first page, that youâre Daddyâs proof of concept.
âI wouldnât know anything about love if it werenât for you, Princess.â
Daddy needs you, youâre integral to his work, so when he asks you to follow him out to the hot spring and spend some alone time with him, you donât think anything of it. He tells you heâs got an idea for his next book, but wants to do some âworkshoppingâ with the plot.
âTwo lovers find themselves at a little inn out in the sticks, itâs secluded, and quiet, and thereâs no one around for miles.â You preen at his words, his fingers helping you out of your fluffy robe and attaching to your bare skin, âDoesnât that sound romantic?â
He tells you that boyfriends are supposed to treat their girlfriends like Daddy treats you. âDoes that mean youâre my boyfriend, Daddy?â Your voice is so pure and clueless, Jiraiya could melt and evaporate into the steam surrounding you.
âOh my sweet girl,â Daddy pulls you into his lap, you can feel something long and thick against your stomach, âof course I am.â
The water and the heat between your two bodies is making you dizzy, and your head falls into Daddyâs neck. Jiraiya strokes your back with his fingers, stopping right before the curve of your ass. His touch makes you squirm, and the light contact becomes a guiding handâ pushing you down to grind on Daddyâs cock.
âDo you want me to show you what else boyfriends do?â Daddy whispers in your ear, and you whimper an answer that only kind of sounds like a ây- yes pleaseâ
When Jiraiyaâs fingers dip down under the water and pinch at your poor little clit, you canât hold in the loud, confused whining. Daddy hushes into your hair, whispering sweet words of encouragement to start moving your hips however feels good. Your movements are clumsy and tepid, but your daddy is a patient man, he can afford all the time left in the world to teach you all kinds of new things.
And heâll dedicate his next book to the sweet little girl from the hot spring.
