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fireflysymphony · 3 months

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Oh my god your Aventurine x Bodyguard!Reader so good I have to give you so many praises for that! But I have to ask… if you can may I please hear your thoughts on Aventurine with a Reader that he adores to take with him to the casinos as like a lucky charm but in reality he just absolutely loves to show off that they are partners, if that’s alright please and thank you! I hope you have a wonderful day today!

Aventurine showing off reader

A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! I really enjoyed writing it, and seeing someone else appreciate it makes me really happy. Here are some of my thoughts! I just love this man an unhealthy amount. I hope you enjoy this <3

Word count: 1.6k

Content Warning: GN! Reader, suggestive but mostly a crazy blond and some fluff, mentions of alcohol, not proofread, hope you enjoy <3

Headcanons

Long before the two of you began to date, he’d take you to his casinos with the intention of scamming you out of your money and possibly getting you drunk and taking you home with him later that night.

He got it in his head that it would end up like one of those sexy pornos where once he gambled you out of all your money, he’d seductively lean down and whisper in your ear “All your money’s gone, a shame angel, but let’s have one more round, yeah? If I win again, you’ll have to pay me back with something more… intimate.” And then he’d win and take you home with him to get his “payment.”

It never ended like that though. You were either too smart to gamble with him, or your teary eyed, defeated face once he won for the third time in a row would break his heart in a way he didn’t like or fully understand, so he’d stop himself from sucking you dry of anymore cash. And the next day you would find the money you lost plus some extra back in your bank account. He hoped you never found out that your tears were the only thing to melt his heart in a long time.

If you so much as mentioned not going with him one day, you’re in store for another one of Aventurine’s famous tantrums. This is when the phrase “good luck charm” started getting thrown around. You jokingly told him to get another person who throws themselves at his feet to be his lucky charm, and he lost it.

“No, no, no! It’s you that I want with me, nobody else! You're my good charm, singular! Please, come with me, angel, please!”

You didn't know why because you thought that’s what he was doing anyway since he often canceled your casino dates. In reality though, when you weren’t with him at night, it was because of dangerous work he didn’t need you getting involved in.

Most people who visited the casinos regularly already thought you and Aventurine were dating for multiple reasons. He always had some part of him touching yours whether it be a hand on the small of your back or him leaning on you whenever he was a little tipsy or bored of a game. He never let you pay for anything while you were with him, and despite being a rich man who could definitely afford two cocktails, he’d much rather hold his up to your lips and watch you drink from his glass. Aventurine wouldn’t let anyone approach you, especially if it was someone he had to confront for work that night, and if anyone tried flirting with you, they’d be out of luck, out of money, and out of a life depending on Aventurine’s mood. He didn’t like things that belonged to him being touched or stolen.

Safe to say, most people had pretty good evidence to conclude that you and him were together.

As you can imagine, this only got worse when you became official partners since Aventurine didn’t have to hold anything back. Your seat wasn’t the one next to him anymore, it was in his lap. He didn’t need to hold himself back from kissing you, and conveniently he mostly did it when other people were watching him. Before each round of poker, he’d ask you for a good luck kiss to bless his hand which lasted a little too long for everyone’s— but his— comfort.

Pretty much everyone knew that you weren’t just a good luck charm but a prize for him to show off, and he wasn’t letting you go anytime soon. Anyone who knew what was good for them backed off from trying to pursue you, and those brave souls who didn’t were in for a treat because Aventurine LIKED having them stare…. When he was in a good mood anyway. Bad mood, jealous Aventurine was a different story, but he’s for another day.

“I like it when they look at you, dove.” “But they look at me like you do.” “Exactly. But I’m the only one who gets to have you, pretty thing.”

Right after kisses, his eyes go straight to find the men he knew were into you, wanting to see their disappointed faces. He’ll even let them chat you up before pulling you onto his lap and kissing you. To him, crushing them emotionally was far more entertaining than outright killing them. This only goes for when you’re dating though. As stated before, Aventurine hated the thought of someone taking what he owned, and since you didn’t know you were his yet, he had to dispose of anyone who thought they had a chance.

It hurt him that the only place he could show you off was at the casinos. He owned them, so nobody was going to try to harm you unless they were prepared for the weeks long torture he had in store, not even the IPC spies he knew were around were safe from his wrath. To the IPC, you were nothing more than one of Aventurine’s ordinary flings, and he wouldn’t let anyone see past that facade, even if he wanted to rub his relationship in Topaz or Ratio’s face.

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“You always win, so I don’t understand why you need me here every night, wouldn’t you rather bring someone who’s unfamiliar with your tricks to scam?” You asked him one night before the two of you were officially a couple. He took you up to one of the VIP rooms, a few people mingling and chatting over cards around you. The two of you got a couch to yourself, yet Aventurine had an arm around your waist, not allowing an inch of personal space despite the size of the sofa. Aventurine was bored of the easy fish at the casino tonight. The card shark didn’t like his prey to fall too easily unless it was you, but you weren’t interested in losing any more money to him tonight..

“No, I’ve told you before! You’ve never seen me lose before, doll. Isn’t it obvious why? Because you’re lucky!” He answered, taking a sip of his third glass of champagne. He acted a lot more honestly when he was tipsy, his conniving grin never left his lips though, so nobody could tell how serious he was. That was if he let himself get tipsy in front of anyone but you— which he didn’t. You were the sole one who got to hear his slightly slurred speech and, on particularly rough nights, his lack of inhibitions.

“If I’m so “lucky,” why haven’t I beat you yet?” You hummed, shivering at the amount of money he’s coerced you into betting, yet somehow you’re more well off now since you met him than ever before.

“Because you’re my good luck charm, you have to find your own; I’ve sucked you dry of all your lucky, so nobody else can have you.” He waved his hand in the air like it was the most obvious explanation in the world before leaning his head on your shoulder, his glasses sliding down his nose and letting you see his pretty shining eyes. “You’re only mine to have, do you understand that?”

All you could do was sigh and fix his glasses. He was prone to say stuff like this when he was drunk and when he was sober too but it was worse when you had a little alcohol in his veins. Aventurine’s normal flirting was so teasing that you could chalk it up to him being just that, a teasing flirt who did this with everyone, but when he was tipsy or drunk, a serious edge pierced his words, a large contrast from his usual over-the-top teasing. You couldn’t trust that either. “You’re drunk, Aventurine.”

“Maybe so, but you still don’t understand, doll.” He took off his glasses, tossing them next to his empty glass on the table. He laid himself down on your thighs, his head turned away from you to face the rest of the room. When he was normal sober Aventurine, you didn’t take his advances seriously, and when he was drunk, you still didn’t take him seriously. It was annoying! Did he just give up? Was this a bet lost?

Sensing an incoming tantrum you set your hand on his hair, playing with his blond locks. You bit your lip, already regretting the ego boost you were about to give him. “…Now that I think about it: maybe I do have a good luck charm.”

The way he jolted up gave you an idea of where this was going, so you braced yourself for the storm about to hit. Shit, pouting might have been easier to sit through.

“D’awwww! Lovemuffin, do you mean it?! Really?! Say it again! Come on, say it to me again!” He somehow wormed his way onto your lap, poking at your cheek in eagerness. His legs straddled your waist, and everyone in the small quiet space turned their heads to look at you.

“What are you doing? Stop, get off of me! no-no it isn't you!” You shrieked, batting his hands away from your face as you shook your head. Now you really regretted saying anything. “You’re making a scene!”

“Sure it isn’t! Aren’t you just the most adorable thing, such a sweetheart to little ol’ me!~” He threw his arms around you, resting his head in the crook of your neck. He took back everything he previously thought. No matter what you were going to be his! “But if I am your lucky charm, I don’t think I’m working. You always lose!”

“Shut up, Aventurine!” You grumbled, hugging him back with a tenderness your words didn’t hold. Was it possible his words weren’t all faked?

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this more fluffy Aventurine post! Whether it be the sexy or scrunkly menace, I hope you enjoy him! <3 thank you to the requester for this idea

Requests are open!

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fireflysymphony · 3 months

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I was randomly browsing Tumblr and came across your Aventurine posts and can I please just say I'm coming for you because I'm sitting here like the "I'm no longer mentally ill" meme but the "no longer" is crossed out 😭

I’ll be sure to lock my doors then <3

But seriously, thank you so much! Compliments like these mean so much to me. So far my experience on here has been nothing but pleasant, and I appreciate all the kind people who have even just taken time to read my stuff.

Look out for more Aventurine content soon! If everything works out, I might have something posted later.

And once again, thank you, anon! ily

#thank you #<3 #ily all #idk what to tag this as #just thank you

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fireflysymphony · 3 months

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Aventurine w a fem! bodyguard reader smut... 👀

Aventurine x fem! bodyguard reader

MDNI 18+ content ahead

A/N: thank you for the request! I really like the concept. I wrote it as a mix of headcanons and a quick drabble at the end. I hope you enjoy it <3

Word count: 2.7k

Content warning: Fem! Reader, slight exhibitionism, pet names, fingering, teasing, praise, needy lovestruck Aventurine, slight degradation, slight begging (on his end), pretty soft sex, Aventurine’s daddy kink strikes again, I have a lack of gun knowledge but just roll with it, not proofread

Headcanons

Let me make this really clear: HE’S not the one who needs protection right now; it’s YOU.

The second he met you he was sizing you up with that cute little smirk of his, making it pretty obvious that all professionalism was lost the very moment he saw such a pretty number was working for him.

You should have run then.

What was the IPC thinking when they hired you for this? Is this some type of wrath from the Aeons? What did you do to deserve this punishment?

From the very beginning, he’s a pain to deal with, but you don’t have the authority to talk back, only giving him tight smiles and apologetic words. He knows this and takes full advantage of the situation.

“Y’know, princess, if you’re going to be with me all the time, shouldn’t I have a prettier view? I don’t like having to leave everything up to the imagination. Do you think red or blue is more your color? Ah~ I’ll buy both.” And you’re sitting there seething as he taps away on his phone, seemingly oblivious to your displeasure. Was he just joking? What was he doing?

The VERY next day you see Aventurine holding up not one but two skin tight dresses with fabric only hiding your more intimate areas. It was more like lingerie than a dress like something you’d see on a stripper.

He evidently wasn’t just teasing you.

As politely as you could, you told him it would hinder your fighting ability if anyone were to attack, so you absolutely couldn’t wear it. He made some futile comment about how he’d love to see you try so he could get a peek up your skirt to, you know, “negate the traumatizing experience of him being attacked.”

In the end, you won the argument, and Aventurine threw a tantrum, muttering something about giving them to a woman who’d actually appreciate a gift like that. You told him straight to his face that he should just give it to the many women he brought to bed each night then.

The surprised and hurt look on his face will forever be carved into your memory.

After that, he actively stopped calling you by his nicknames which, deep inside, you missed, or it might just be the guilt of seeing his usually inalterable flirtatious self turn into a sad kicked puppy of a man. You held onto your pride though and forced yourself to bite back any apology or reconsiderations of his request you may have had. The man should have known your job was on the line, and his insensitive acts of fickle flirtation could not sway you.

The very next day he was up to his usual antics, and you got the impression that he only seemed upset to try to guilt you. Asshole. It only made you more upset with him. Did he like playing with your emotions?

Did I mention he loves it when you say his name? Sometimes he’ll ignore your presence just to hear you say “Mr. Aventurine? Boss?! Sir, I’m talking to you.” In your signature annoyed tone. It makes his heart melt. The only thing he can think of is imagining how your little pants and sighs of his name sound while he’s on top of you. How would you sound if you weren’t constantly annoyed at him? If he brought you pleasure?

Honestly, he was whipped for you from day one, and his actions might sound annoying and overly flirtatious, but that’s just how he shows love.

I could tell you so many things that this man has done for your attention, but that’d probably be the length of the Holy Bible. There are so many places this could go, but I think this instance of his sticks out the most amongst many akin to it.

—

You were used to casinos at this point. The loud blaring sounds of people playing the slot machines and thick, suffocating smell of alcohol were background sensations at this point. You couldn’t even bother to give them a second thought, not when a gun was pointed at the man you were supposed to be protecting. Safe to say the poker game was ruined. Champagne soiled the cards, shards of glass from the glasses littered the floor and table, and Aventurine, stupid Aventurine, had his hands raised in the air, his signature smirk pointed at the assailant like his own brand of deadly weapon.

“Hey, hey, now. This isn’t the place to have one of those, is it? Look, you ruined the cards!” Adventurine laughed, making a circling motion with his hand as if trying to gesture to the table of cards which were now soaked a yellowish brown color. Your hand rested on your gun, ready to fire at any sign of him about to pull the trigger. “Can’t we talk this out? I’m sure with a little persuasion you be happy to hand over-“

Your pistol fired later than his. Shit.

All that registered in your mind was the crying of two men, and Aventurine hunched over with a pained expression as he gripped his stomach. You were trained for this, but in your state of panic, you ran to him instead of making sure the attacker was dead. You scooped him up, struggling to carry him with your gun pointed at the now surrounded shooter while retreating from the casino. You wished you could make sure he was dead, but attending to Aventurine’s injuries were your first priority.

“You idiot. I told you to stop provoking people and look where we are!” You scolded him, Aventurine now quiet and clinging to your shoulders. You were too panicked to question his unusual behavior after just being shot in the stomach. “..If you’re worried, you won’t die. I got you.”

“I think that’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me, Princess.” He laughed, setting his chin on your shoulder. Sensing something was off, you turned down an alleyway and skidded to a stop. He wasn’t screaming in pain nor were his cheeks stained with tears, even the adrenaline wouldn’t keep him from crying out, right? “I’m surprised it took you this long to catch on. No, I’m not-“

Before he could finish his sentence, you dropped him to the ground before crouching down and lifting his shirt up. No wounds in sight.

“Getting rather intimate, aren’t we? You should give me the chance to do this to you.”

“Shut up! What did you do, Aventurine?!” You demanded, yanking his shirt back down before leaning back on your haunches. He looked satisfied with himself as he shuffled to lean against the alley wall. His hat and glasses were gone, probably from the scuffle. He’d have her go get them later.

“Uh-uh, remember who you’re talking to, beautiful.” He smiled, running his hand through his hair and covering his right eye, the other one illuminating his face well enough to be able to see his features in the darkness. “But since you haven’t figured it out, I simply hired someone to shoot me with a blank which, by the way, hurt like a bitch still. I might still need you to kiss my booboo.”

He saw you were about to open your mouth again and placed a finger to your lips, shushing you. “And before you ask: I replaced your bullets with blanks too, so you didn’t shoot an innocent man. I’m not that cruel.”

“You’re cruel to me.” You murmured, knocking his hand away from your face. He smiled and gave you a little shrug, just like a mischievous toddler who was proud when he colored on the walls. “You're impossible. I can’t believe I was actually worried for your life!”

“Worried? I make crazy bets all the time, princess. Gambling my life is no strange feat to me, you should know this.” He smiled again, this time actually touching your lips with the tip of his finger. Your lips parted, the fabric of his gloves sending you spinning. How soft were his actual fingers? What did they look like under those gloves? Were they long, slender, and delicate, or did they have some edge to them, all calloused and rugged? You imagined the former; Aventurine didn’t do much. “But, I have a pretty good hand right now. I bet you won’t stop me from playing it and showing you my cards.”

“But you’re gambling with my feelings too. That’s different. I don’t like being used.” You steadied yourself against the wall, trying to rid your mind of thoughts about his hands. Wait, when did he get so close? You were backed against the wall now, Aventurine caging you there with his lanky form.

“And I’ll make it up to you, just relax, babydoll. I just needed to be close to you. I couldn’t take it anymore.” He placed his forehead against yours, squeezing his eyes shut. His hand fit perfectly with her cheek as if their bodies were crafted for each other. You weren’t so sure, but the way you were feeling right now wasn’t professional.

“Let me take care of you instead for a chance.” He left featherlight kisses on your forehead, trailing down the side of your face. Each kiss grew longer than the last, his lips unable to pull away from you. He cupped both of your cheeks, his lips nearly touching yours as he spoke. “You aren’t pushing me away. I did all this for a moment alone with you, away from prying eyes. Now the IPC can’t punish you if you indulge a little. Please, pretty girl, let me have this. Let me have you.”

You shuddered from his warm breath on your mouth, months of his teasing and antics festering inside you. Defeat was so easy in this moment, the taste of another person’s lips a fleeting memory ever since you got this job. His constant advances would only get worse the more you rejected him. Aventurine always got what he was due. Always. Whatever it be you warming his bed one night or taking you in the back of an alleyway, he’d get it. Deep down, you loved being chased, but now the hunter finally cornered its prey.

“Not again. Never again after this, okay? One time so you make it fucking count.” You grabbed him by his shirt collar, smashing your lips against his, the taste of champagne filling your mouth. He knew what he was doing and held the back of your head, tangling his fingers with your hair. Your actions caught him off guard though; he prepared for the crushing reality of you pushing him away, but you didn’t. Now he just needed to act like he knew you wouldn’t all along.

The softness of his lips lulled you into a daze, your hands aching from how tight you held onto him. Each time he pulled back for a breath, you didn’t give him much time to rest before your lips were on his again, asking for more which he provided with no hesitance. His teeth grazed your bottom lip, taking the delicate flesh between his teeth and playing with it before letting his tongue mold into yours.

“Someone’s a little needy. I could tell by the way you act that you’re pent up, but this is bad.” He fully pulled away with his face flushed, binding your wrists together and holding them above your head with one hand. He left open mouthed kisses down your neck to your chest. Not bothering to waste anymore time, he used his teeth to free your chest from the buttons of your blouse. “Fucking me in an alleyway like this? You must have wanted me from the beginning. Please say you’ve always wanted me, pretty girl. Please… please… fromday one, I’ve always needed you…”

He pulled down your bra with his teeth, kissing and sucking at your breasts with a hunger similar to that of a starving man. His tongue flicked over your delicate buds, moaning at the feeling of your warmth in his mouth. You were starting to think he was right. He acted like he really did need you. As you saw him buried in your chest, eyes filled with lust and desire, all your second thoughts faded to dust.

“Mr. Aventurine…” You tugged on his hair, blond locks soft as the finest silk. Of course he was soft and so delicate; he felt like he could break with one wrong move from you. How was he so torturous and annoying yet the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?

Aventurine’s heart stopped at the sound of your whiny cry of his name. The sound he’s been craving was more beautiful than he could have ever thought.

“I got you, my princess. You’re so beautiful, so fucking gorgeous.” He held up his free hand to his lips, biting at the fabric a few times before getting a hold of the glove and slowly pulling it off. He kept eye contact with you as he did, giving you the impression he was trying to be seductive about it. Before you could say anything about it though, he was already back to your body, hands roaming down to the waistband of your pants.

Within moments, your pants and undergarments were bunched at your knees, and Aventurine got straight to abusing your clit, your already slick folds acting as the perfect lube. “You’re so wet for me. What a naughty, naughty girl you are. So bad, you couldn't hold back that professional facade for long. Were your panties always dripping when you got home? Did you touch yourself and think about me doing this? What a fucking slut.”

He chuckled and collected the slick before shoving a single finger into you, letting out a louder moan than you. He loved the way you felt around him, how tight you were squeezing just one finger. “Fuck… so tight. Can you even take another?” He managed to get another finger into you, stretching you out as he twisted deeper inside of you. He worked at a slow pace while also kissing your neck and chest, selfishly leaving marks in his wake. Eventually, he sped up, losing himself as he pounded into you with another finger.

Your body convulsed, hiccuping in pleasure. “Fuck! Fuck! S-sir-! Shit, I’m gonna- gonna...” You leaned your head on his shoulder, biting down hard to silence your moans and other noises. What had been but five minutes, and you were already falling apart.

“So fast and easy. Cum then, you fucking whore, cum all over daddy’s fingers.” He demanded, slamming his fingers deeper inside of you. You threw your head back, crying out profanities you hope nobody passing by heard. Your walls clenched around him, a wave of pleasure crashing through your body as you coated his fingers in your pleasure.

“There you go, just like that. You feel so good squeezing my fingers like that, good girl.” He pulled out of you after helping you come down from your high, his long, slender fingers covered in your release. He didn’t waste any time in getting rid of the evidence, moaning at your taste as he licked himself clean. “So good, I love you…”

He hoped you didn’t hear that last part, biting his lip to silence the words he just spoke. Thankfully, you looked too dazed to care. If you brought it up later, he’d tease you until you didn’t think it happened.

He let go of your wrists and embraced you, cradling your head against his chest and letting you put yourself back together. He kissed your forehead, mumbling any praises he could think of in your ear. He wanted to savor this moment because in a few minutes, he knew he’d be pushed away again. No matter how good he made you feel; you’d make it clear to him that you’d never fall for one of his traps again. That’s just the woman you were, and he didn’t make bets he knew he couldn’t win.

A/N: this kinda got out of hand, and Aventurine bangs his bodyguard turned into Aventurine becomes a menace (again). If anyone likes this, I’d be happy to make a part two with more detail on how they got together. I apologize to the requester if this isn’t what you had in mind, but I still hope you enjoyed it! <3

Requests are open!

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fireflysymphony · 3 months

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Kinks I think Aventurine would have

MDNI 18+ content ahead

A/N: I wanted to make one for Aventurine too since he’s the love of my life. Hope you enjoy this little menace <3

Word Count: 1.9k

Content Warning: I tried to make it as gender neutral as possible but phrases like “princess,” “pretty thing,” and “good girl/boy” are used as well, possibility of female anatomy being mentioned, Aventurine refers to himself as “daddy,” bondage, a lot of pet names that are both praising and degrading, mirror sex, exhibitionism, don’t tell Aventurine but he has a bit of a DDLG/B complex, body worship, dom/sub roles, mentions of spanking, not proofread, let me know if I need to add anything else <3

Pet Names

ANY nickname is fair game. One moment you're his princess, pretty girl/boy, good girl/boy, etc. and then like five minutes later he’s calling you his bitch, whore, slut, and whatever else have you. It’s always a 50/50 chance on what you get, and no, these pet names aren’t solely for the bedroom. You could be out with Aventurine, minding your own business, when you hear him say “yeah, they’re just my whore, aren’t they the loveliest little peach you’ve ever seen? ^^” And you just have to sit there wondering what made you fall in love with him in the first place. And those are only the slightly suggestive nicknames. He’ll pull out the most embarrassing or babying nicknames he can think of ALL THE TIME, but that’s a discussion for another time. Like everything with Aventurine, a give and take is a must. Just like the debt collector he is, he’s making you pay him back for giving you such cute and unique pet names, despite your protests that his names are in fact not unique and some aren’t cute. When you do eventually agree, You’re in luck since Aventurine has the perfect nicknames already picked out for you to call him. Why don’t you start calling him daddy? He’s not subtle about the title he wants to be called and may whine about it if you refuse to address him as such. You can appease him by calling him some other authoritative nickname. Mr. Aventurine or my dear sir are two of his favorites. One day though you decided to be a little shit and call him Mr. Bossy Pants, and he pouted for a good five minutes before bending you over his knee and teaching you a lesson. He can get pissy about the smallest things. Even as the “dom” in the relationship, he’s more of a whiny needy bitch than anyone. (Bonus: he’s probably tried to call you pookie before too).

—

Aventurine stomped his foot against the ground, wearing an annoyed glare as he gave you a look like he was waiting for you to say something— or more likely waiting for you to apologize for what you just did. You couldn’t help but snicker, not addressing Aventurine with a nickname was almost if not worse than fucking him over in a game of cards.

“What’s wrong, Aventurine? You look like you want to say something.” You cover your mouth to hide your smile which is when he grabbed your wrists, holding them with one hand and using the other to pull you closer.

“You know what you did, princess! I don’t even go that far.” Aventurine pouts harder, lowering down to kiss your neck as if that would suck the pet names out of you. He didn’t understand why you were doing this. Did you want attention, or was it…

Oh.

You were trying to provoke him. He could see it in the way your eyes crinkled and sparkled whenever he looked at you. Devilish little thing, getting off on being punished by him.

“I get it now. I think you need to be taught a lesson for disrespecting me, naughty thing.” He smiled innocently, a teasing lilt to his words as he nuzzled your nose with his. His hands wandered down to your ass, and he yanked you flush against him. “Do you think you can handle it? Because I’ll have you screaming ‘daddy’ whether you want to or not.”

Mirror Sex

He’ll love this ESPECIALLY if it embarrasses you. He likes making you watch yourself and showing you how good he makes you feel. Even if you're bratty or mad at him, you can’t escape him and will come crawling to him on all fours if it means you get another taste of him. He will also either hold or tie your hands behind your back to stop your from covering yourself. If you force his hand, he’ll even tie your legs apart, so be good and keep them spread because that’s a hassle! He’s not at all patient with a shy partner either if that wasn’t easy to tell. If you have any bodily insecurities, then you probably shouldn’t tell him because then those are the body parts he focuses on most. He has a big thing for body worship, particularly your body, but if you’re really uncomfortable with it, he’s more than happy to talk through it with you and lighten up. Back to the body worship, as I’ve mentioned before, everything is a two way street with him, so he expects you to worship his body back, but that can always be saved for another day.

—

“Look at you, such a pretty thing.”

He positioned you on one of his knees, both legs spread apart and his hand playing with you between your legs. Your wrists were tied behind your back with a piece of silky rope, Aventurine using his other hand to keep your face pointed towards the mirror. “You can’t wait to get fucked like this, huh? I know you like seeing just how pretty you are as you get filled with my cock. No, no, princess, don’t try to look away now.”

He dug his nails into your cheeks to keep you still, kissing you along your neck and collarbone. He nibbled on the soft bits of skin he knew would elicit a noise from you, bruising the spots he knew people would see. Sometimes, he thought about wearing lipstick just so he had a map of places he kissed on you. If there weren't lipstick smears everywhere, he wasn’t doing his job right. But since he didn’t have any on, he’d just leave little love bites everywhere!

You watched him do this, the warmth of his fingers between your thighs sending jolts of pleasure through your nerves. It was difficult to believe that the person squirming and whining in the mirror was you, and it was getting more impossible to want to look away. Seeing yourself drool like this while you loll your head back against Aventurine’s chest was almost surreal. You bucked your hips, watching the motion with an agasped look. Being Aventurine’s little whore on display was starting to feel not so bad.

“D’aw, pretty baby, you’re getting all needy, aren’t you? It’s barely been five minutes and you’re already ready for me to fuck you dumb?” His fingers left you, drenched and soaking from your juices. You shivered, both in shame and satisfaction as you watched him lick them clean, taking his time as his tongue swirled around each finger as if he was savoring the taste of you.

“Mhm…please daddy, f-fuck me. I wanna see you do it…” You whispered, hovering your hips slightly off his lap. He grabbed your hips, stilling you before beginning to gently rock you against his clothed dick.

“You already know what daddy wants to hear. I can’t tell if that makes you my good girl/boy or just a common slut.” He groaned, feeling himself grow harder through his pants. “I’ll give you what you want, babydoll. I want you to see how drenched my cock is when we’re through. You’d like that, yeah? Show both of us how good it feels to be daddy’s little toy.”

Exhibitionism

He’ll take you out to casinos with him and call you his “lucky charm.” During rounds of poker, he’ll keep you on his lap with a hand on your thigh, laughing and chatting along with whoever he’s playing against that night. Only you and him know that the real reason he’s here is to collect some minor debts from people, but since when did that stop him from having a little fun along the way? During these nights, you can always tell what he’s up to since he always requests you wear something with easier access to your nether regions. If you refuse him, he’ll still paw at you through your pants or pull them down all together. It’s your funeral if anyone sees, not his. He was even kind enough to advise you beforehand! He likes the thrill in watching you squirm, and you always know when he’s enjoying himself because a little twinkle appears in his eyes when a little noise slips from your lips. For a man who always wins his bets, that twinkle is rare to see when an ordinary poker game is going on.

—-

“I heard that, you know. A little whore like you can’t even keep your moans quiet in a place like this? I’m not even touching you yet either!” His chin rested on your shoulder, and though his words were whispered and only for your ears, the possibility of someone else hearing him sent a shiver down your spine. The way he had you on display was already suspicious enough— in his lap with one hand constantly under the table. Aventurine made it a point to kiss your neck and nibble at your ear whenever someone around them glanced your way. Everyone in this damned casino had to know what he was doing. Aventurine probably paid them off to keep them quiet, right? You knew him best and that was the only explanation as to why everyone was acting so normal.

“Relax, pretty girl/boy, you’re trembling and not from my fingers down there.” The warmth from his airy chuckle fanned over the back of your neck, your hairs standing up. He continued caressing your thigh, his fingers climbing dangerously close to your nether regions— enough to make you stiffen and your breath hitch— before they returned to their usual place. His nails dug into the skin of your inner thigh, pinching and kneading at the fleshy skin. “I’ve got you, my sweet good luck charm. Our little secret under the table is safe unless you really want me to stop.”

His hand left your thigh, resting on the table near his half full glass of champagne. You bit your bottom lip, squirming to try to relieve the ache between your legs. “Careful, if you keep moving like this, everyone will know how much of a slut you are. You didn’t want that before, so-“

You couldn’t take much more of his teasing, so you grabbed his hand and set it back on your thigh. “Keep going, now. I need this.” You gritted your teeth, leaning your head on his chest. Hopefully, the rest of the casino goers saw it as you being tired and resting on your boyfriend instead of what it really was.

“Tch. I didn’t hear a ‘please sir’ or a ‘da-“

“Please, daddy, I want you to fuck me right now in this casino. Just… I fucking need you! So hurry.” You whined, and you swear you saw that damned twinkle flash in his eyes for a split second. How was he having fun with this?

“As you wish, but you’ve made these past few minutes rather difficult. I couldn’t focus on the game.” His palm pressed into your clothed private parts, pressing down harshly before beginning to rhythmically paw at you. He thumbed the band of your bottoms in preparation for what’s to come. “If you end up coming from this and ruining th in e nice outfit I bought you, I hope you know what fate awaits you when we’re home.”

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First Time Headcanons: Fyodor and Kunkida

MDNI 18+ content ahead

A/N: my motivation to write today wasn’t that high but please enjoy these short and sweet BSD headcanons!!

Word count: 1.4k

Content Warning: GN! Reader (descriptions of female anatomy and possible use of more feminine nicknames), corruption kink, oral (both parties receiving), mentions of breeding kink, orgasm denial, slapping, mentions of bondage and choking, praise, degradation, mentions of religion and using religion to manipulate, Fyodor is mean, soft Kunikida, not proofread, let me know if there’s anything else <3

Fyodor Dostoyevsky;

Firstly, this man has a definite corruption kink. The idea of having you first and ruining you for anyone else is his main motivation for taking you to the bedroom so fast. Of course, he’ll plant the idea of you two sleeping together into your head first with not so innocent accidental touches and passing comments, nothing too meaningful, right?

Also side note: if you’re not a virgin, he won’t believe you and tells you that “he’s the only one who’d ever want to be with someone like you let alone sleep with you.” Slowly, your previous sexual encounters start to feel like flukes because who would ever want to fuck someone as disgusting as you? You’re lucky Fyodor took pity on you!

Anyway, if his touches don’t get you to approach him on the topic of giving yourself to him for the first time, he’ll start making himself more obvious. You’re dense, so even if he’s blatantly up front about his needs, you wouldn’t get it. He takes to dropping lectures about how, according to god, it’s a partner's duty to give themselves over to the partner who is the provider, to relieve his stress whenever possible, and how can you fulfill your duty to him as his lover if you’re not giving him your everything, inside and outside of the bedroom? You must not care about him at all, maybe you weren’t the right choice for him. He could get anyone to be by his side, yet he chose you.

He’d even go as far as saying “if you refuse to do your job, I might have to get my satisfaction elsewhere, won’t I?” You can’t even tell if he’s lying or not.

No matter the method he used, you end up coming to his room, teary eyed from either how pent up you are or from feeling like you’ve failed him as a partner. But expect more degrading from him if you approach him because of “lustful urges.” How sinful you are for wanting to satisfy your desires. No matter, he’ll fulfill his duties as your lover accordingly.

So, onto the actual sex, Fyodor is a selfish and greedy partner normally, and it just gets worse when he has sex with you. Everything is for his own pleasure, not yours. He expects you to cater to him even if it is your first time. And he’s not gentle about it either. It’s your duty to serve him as he so often reminds you.

Fyodor sees sex as a further way to train you into being his perfect little lover which is why even on the first night you’re on your knees getting his cock shoved down your throat. Beforehand, he probably shoved his fingers down your throat to test your gag reflex before pushing you to your knees and using your mouth as his own personal fleshlight. He’s not even nice about it either…

“You’re already fucking crying? Use that tongue better. No… god you’re so useless, can’t even make me feel good without having me tell you how to do it…” He probably ends up slapping you if you do something he doesn’t like too.

The most lube you’ll get from him is his spit between your legs, or if he’s feeling more sadistic than normal, he’ll use your tears or just pound into you with no warning— during those occasions your screams of pain are what get him off most. During most rounds, you go until he cums unless he’s feeling generous.

Depending on his mood, he might not let you cum either. He sees release as a reward, and for a bitch like you who can barely take his cock down his throat, why would you deserve to cum? If he happens to be feeling generous, you’re allowed one orgasm which you’re required to clean up afterwards.

Speaking of afterwards, aftercare is nonexistent with him. Your first time he might act a little more lenient, but you’re still being trained after all. He won’t give you much, maybe a kiss on the forehead or a gentle massage before he’s ushering for you to go prepare a bath for him and then clean the sheets even if your ability to walk is limited.

Overall, Fyodor wants a doll more than a partner; someone who will listen to him unconditionally and do what he says. The only reason you haven’t been turned into an Ivan is because he finds the challenge of taming you the greatest thrill.

Doppo Kunikida:

Kunikida is similar to Fyodor in the sense that he has a bit of a corruption kink disguised behind strong morals. Unlike Fyodor though, he’s not interested in ruining you for anyone else. The notion of saving your first time for someone who you plan to stay with forever is just a more romantic sentiment to him. He's like a middle aged white man.

However, if you’ve had sex before, he won’t be too bothered since most people now don’t save themselves for marriage or even get married. It’s just one more ideal you don’t fit which is annoying, but he can’t stop loving you despite the 45 of 58 ideals you don’t fit. Maybe he needs to rethink that damned page. Back on topic, he tries hides his embarrassment towards you though. The idea that you’re more sexually experienced than him is frightening, and he’s scared to disappoint.

Luckily, he has six years to do his research! Dating until marriage gives you time to think over things like how to properly please your partner, and Kunikida has a strict six years until marriage agen- what… you want to sleep with him now? The poor man short circuits from the embarrassment and flusteredness he feels upon your request.

Whether you’re experienced or not, you’re going to have to approach Kunikida on the topic of intimacy. I doubt even when married he’d be able to face the subject at first. Whether or not you wait until your wedding night to do the deed, he’s like a robot who’s low on battery leading up to the events. On the outside, he looks like normal, stern Kunikida, but on the inside he’s panicky. What if you're dissatisfied with him in some way? Then what…

If you catch on to his internal panic or share any similar worries you have about this night, he might be able to calm down, and you guys take it slow for the night.

Kunikida slowly learns just how much he loves your body, mumbling praises about how beautiful/handsome you are. He’d never dare degrade you, the only things spilling from his lips are softly spoken praises and encouragement that you’re doing so well.

“You’re my good girl/boy, aren’t you?” “Yes, that’s right, just how I like it; you’re so breathtaking when you take me this well.” Etc.

After a few times together, he realizes just how much he loves giving you oral. His favorite position is when he’s on his knees while you’re either sitting or laying on the bed, just any position where he can look up and see all the facial expressions you make. He just likes to please you and will spend the majority of foreplay with his mouth between your legs. He’s not big on receiving oral since it just doesn’t get him off the same way giving it to you does, but if you’re insistent, he’ll let you give it to him.

Kunikida isn’t the most kinky lover and prefers to be more loving and gentle during sex, so most things like toys, degradation, etc. are kept out of his sexual arsenal. If you ask though, he’d be hesitant, but he won’t be opposed to choking you with his tie or tying you up with any soft ropes. He might not be into it, but seeing you happy and satisfied, as we’ve discussed, is his biggest kink. Under no circumstances, however, will he degrade, hit, spank, or choke you hard. That’s a big no-no for him no matter what.

Oh, did I mention that no matter what gender you are Kunikida has thought about breeding you? Well now I have. He’s too scared to bring it up, especially if you can actually get pregnant but do with that information what you will.

As for aftercare, out of all the characters in BSD, Kunikida is one of the best to go to. There’s a step by step guide both of you must follow, including a nice warm bath together and a sweet cuddle session. Kunikida takes notes on what he can do better.

Overall, a very sweet and caring partner who just wants you to feel the most pleasure he can give to you.

Requests are open <3

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fireflysymphony · 3 months

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Dance of the Lotus and Wandering Dandelion

Nilou x fem! traveler! Reader

A/N: I wrote this for a friend a few months ago, and I think there needs to be some more Nilou love in the world. If you’re a Nilou fan, ily and have the best day! <3

Word count: 1.4k

Content: pure fluff, can be read as platonic or romantic, not proofread.

The lush greenery of Sumeru shimmered with a fresh layer of dew as the chirping of birds broke the early morning silence, welcoming the sun and rest of the world with song. Some believed daybreak to be a mystical time of day, not only is it a gateway between dark and light, but it also blurred the line between sleep and awareness— or dream and reality.

Nilou was accustomed to dreams, her nights were usually full of them, but ever since the Sabzeruz Festival. Not even her pre-sleep relaxation methods were working! She couldn’t remember much from that day. The memories were fuzzy. Was it the worry that got to her and blocked it out? And she thought she was doing good at controlling her stress levels too!

All she could remember clearly was her dance. It was magical! No, no she wasn’t trying to be arrogant, but her performance that day captured all the emotions she wished to convey— her love, devotion, and passion all on display for her audience. Everyone stopped to watch her, not a soul could take their eyes off her! It wasn’t the attention or fame she craved, but the knowledge that she conveyed her message through that dance caused a flutter in her chest.

This pleasant flutter kept her going even when nights were rot with lack of sleep or when she woke up in a cold sweat. No gloomy days could stop her as long as she had dance and her passion for it! She would stay positive, active, and not waste time thinking about sleepless nights.

Which is what led to the frizzy haired, barefoot girl being out here at sunrise, a blanket under one arm and a basket of goods in her other one. She hummed a silent tune, letting the dew covered grass soak into her feet. Her eyes widened slightly when no bloom cores sprung under her. She expected it at this point despite her nonexistent activation of her vision, and the grass wasn’t infused with dendro either. Her recent relentless training gave her these insistent fears.

Surprisingly, dance and fighting weren’t so different, especially since Nilou could never see herself dawning armor and being the center of a fight. If she could, she’d rather appease her opponents with her dances, but from the stories her friend told her, that wasn’t an option when it came to actual fighting, so when her days were full of practices and dances, she filled her sleepless, empty nights wielding the power of hydro, trying to make it bend to her will.

“You’re here!” Nilou gasped, her face breaking out into a large grin. She dropped her basket and blanket, quick to throw her arms around the girl standing alone on the hillside, basking in the rays of the sun. “I didn’t think you would. It’s so early.”

She pulled away, taking her hands between her own and pulling her along to the spot for the picnic. She sat now and patted the spot next to her with a weary smile. “You’ve probably seen all kinds.of views like this, haven’t you? It’s not much, but I like coming here.”

(Name) shook her head, accepting Nilou’s offering of pudding with a grateful smile: “The views in Sumeru are my favorite. I like this place.” She glanced around before meeting Nilou’s gaze again.

“Really? Any view with you would be a nice one though. No matter what!” Nilou smiled, stretching her limbs out on the picnic blanket. The clouds covered the sun and then parted, Celestia’s glow warming Nilou’s skin as if in soft encouragement. This picnic wasn’t just a sweet gesture. Well, it was, but Nilou wanted this opportunity to speak alone with the girl.

“Speaking of, I heard you’re leaving Sumeru soon.” She whispered, breaking the contented silence which had fallen over them. She didn’t break eye contact, fidgeting with her shaking hands. No amount of training could stop her when she began shaking like this, not even her optimism could even though it compelled her to hope this would go well. “You’re going to Fontaine and then Natlan, both sound like scary places…”

She trailed off, and (Name) nodded, glancing away too: “I am. I love it here. Sumeru feels like my home, but I need to continue my journey to meet the seven Archons.”

(Name) wouldn’t dare ask for Nilou to join her as much as she had grown to love the dancer. Despite their bond, (Name) knew Nilou had duties to Zubayr Theatre and making sure the Akademiya couldn’t touch it. Likewise, she had duties too. Their fates couldn’t mix, and what kind of person would she be if she tried to redirect Nilou’s future?

Nilou was having a similar debate. What if (Name) didn’t need her? What if she’d only be a hindrance on her journey? Nilou knew she’d never be the strongest, never be the perfect partner in face of danger, but what would she be if she let all her hard work and training go to waste? She couldn’t live with regrets, not this one anyway.

“I want to go with you.”

She winced, but she couldn’t look away, her eyes burnt with passion and longing as she looked at (Name)’s shocked face, trying to pour all her emotions in one single look. In her shock, (Name) lost hold of her padisarah pudding which Nilou caught.

“Excuse me?”

That reply wasn’t what Nilou was expecting. She flinched away, taking on the facial expression of a kicked puppy. She played with the rim of the pudding bowl, trying not to let her disappointment be too obvious. She knew the answer would probably be a “no,” but that confused tone and exasperated wording wasn’t what she wanted. “My apologies, I was too forward, wasn’t-“

“No, I was just surprised. What about the theatre? Your dancing? Would you really leave it?” She gestured towards the city of Sumeru as if to make her point more clear. “I don’t want you to leave that all behind, not for me.”

“It won't be forever; I'll come back, but I’ll have dancing forever. I don’t know how long I’ll have you.” Nilou’s heart sounded like drums in her ears, the fear of rejection eating away at her. “Will it be a year before you leave Teyvat? Two? Five? How many more times will you have the opportunity to visit Sumeru before you go beyond Celestia again? How many of those times will you get to see me? I’ll be dancing for years to come, but I won’t have you for nearly the same amount of time. Will I?”

(Name) stayed silent, picking at the grass around the picnic blanket. She wanted to assure Nilou that she’d be back, but she just couldn’t know for sure. Sumeru was her home away from home, and all the people she met were so special to her in various different ways. Would she ever get to say goodbye to any of them when that faithful departure day came?

“I even learned how to fight.” Nilou added, her cheeks getting rosy from the admission. “I’m not as good as you, and the foes you’ve faced would make quick work of me. But with your connection to Dendro and my hydro vision, I think we’d make a good team, don’t you?”

She couldn’t help but smile at that, her face breaking out into a wide grin before nodding. “Okay! If you’re sure, I want you to join me.”

Nilou’s face became a mirror of (Name)’s as she let out an excited cheer, wrapping her in a tight hug and nearly popping her neck off. “Really? Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” The stress, the excitement, the sleepless night all combined and collectly faded as the relief set in. Nilou yawned, falling away from her.

“Thank you.” Nilou mumbled, a content smile on her face. Her eyes fluttered shut, long lashes brushing her cheeks and her hair sprawled out around her. “I think my sleep can be peaceful now since I have you around.”

The last part of her sentence came out mumbled, quiet snores racking her body. It was as if she was a doll instead of a person. Her sleeping form held a sense of elegance her dances could never capture, the grace of stillness only found in someone who is constantly moving.

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Kinks I think Veritas Ratio would have

MDNI 18+ content ahead

A/N: I’m new to honkai and only started playing because of Aventurine, but I fell in love with this asshole along the way.

Word count: 1.9k

TW: GN! Reader (descriptions of female anatomy), bathtub sex, degradation, humiliation, hitting, spanking, spitting, non consensual explicit photo and video taking, pet / puppy play, caning, collars, Veritas being an insensitive asshole, not proofread, let me know if I need to add anything else <3

Bathtub Sex

I think this one is the most obvious, which is why it is first. If books and bathtubs are already his favorite things, why not add his least favorite to the mix too? His idiot partner! So he grabs his favorite idiot and drags them into the room with him. Making them watch as he disrobes and gets in the tub, the ghost of a satisfied smirk on his face as he gestures to them to come close. He knows what he’s doing and regrets it being a simple and mediocre way of getting what he wants, but you’re an idiot like everyone else. His expectations for you are even lower than most of the mediocre imbeciles he sees on a daily basis, so he doubts you’ll catch on as to the real reason he wants you to join him. You might think he just wants to spend time with you, but since when did the great Veritas Ratio willingly associate with idiots without something to gain? He wanted your body, but he’d make it look like you were the one who was horny all along.

—

The water was warm, almost steaming, and you wondered why Veritas wasn’t as flushed as you. He looked as perfect as ever, and despite what he thought, those Greek-like statues he crafted of himself would never capture the true essence of his beauty. Your innocent thoughts of his calculating amber eyes and the delicateness of his fingers as he flipped to the next page of his book soon turned vulgar. You wanted those eyes to only be focused on you, and those fingers to reach the deepest places inside of you. Those thoughts only worsened as your eyes fell past his waistline and past his hips.

“Veritas.” Your body squirmed, the warmth of your core growing as his eyes found your face. Only for a split second were they like the content and focused gaze he wore moments earlier while reading before they turned much harsher and stern, much like how he normally regarded you, but unlike normally, he managed to stare at you longer than a few seconds.

“Are you going to finish your thought? You’re lucky I’m giving you the opportunity to share your idiotic thoughts.” He demanded, his eyes retreating to the pages of his tome again. “Silence yourself. I don’t have time for the musings of someone like you.”

“But…I just…” you didn’t know if Veritas even saw you as a partner because you certainly weren’t an equal in his eyes. The way he conducted himself around you told you were like everyone else to him, but then he went and did random romantic things like sharing a bath with you or letting you sit on his lap while he tried to read. And admittedly, the sex was good too.

“But what, spit it out. Your charades are pointless!” He slammed his book closed with one hand, the sound of it snapping shut adding to his annoyed tone. He let the book fall to the floor outside of the tub, his attention solely focused on you now. “Now, speak up!”

He snapped in your face, making you shrink deeper into the water until the water’s surface began to bubble. Veritas only stared, unimpressed by the display, so he grabbed a handful of your hair and yanked you closer to him. “If you won’t talk, I’ll put that mouth to better use by shoving your head underwater and giving you a better look of what’s down there. Don’t think I didn’t see how you were looking at me, I already knew what you wanted before you even did, but I won’t do it until you use your words.”

You glanced away from him, lamenting your stupidity. It was obvious he knew, even from your barely spoken words you were so obvious with your intent, your thoughts written all over your face. “Veritas, I want you to fuck me. Please.”

“Unoriginal. Can’t you be more creative with your begging?” He pulled you onto his lap with an unenthusiastic look on his face. He held your hips to steady you before slamming you down on his already hard cock. “Just know, you’ll be the one cleaning up the mess in here once we are through, even if you can’t walk and have to lick the floors clean.”

Humiliation

It’s obvious that Veritas gets off on degrading you, so I didn't feel like an entire section on that would count for much. Along the same lines as degradation though, Veritas is fully aware of his superiority to you in, well, everything, and he doesn’t want the fact that you’re his fucktoy to get to your head. You’re still a buffoon like the rest of them, just more useful than the others that plague the universe. When it comes to humiliation with Veritas, cameras and videos are always a must.

—

His glob of spit ran down your folds, his phone screen flashing as he got a picture. He hummed in satisfaction, his hands kneading at the flesh on your ass as he examined the photo. “Do you have to squirm so much? The picture is blurry now.” He clicked his tongue, smacking your ass out of annoyance, the red mark of his hand already appearing.

“No matter, I suppose, can’t expect much from you.” He grumbled, leaving you bent over his desk and appearing in front of you. From the moment you walked into his office, you wondered why he had a random stand in front of his desk. Your eyes widened with realization as Veritas messed with it, and he turned around just in time to see the situation dawn on you. “Surprised? You really are just another idiot.”

He tilted your head up with his finger, and if you moved your head to the side, you could easily make out the red circle signaling it was recording. He dropped your face, and you were quick to try to hide it from the camera. Once he was back to his original position behind you though, Veritas yanked on your hair and make you look straight into the camera.

“Perfect. Now the world knows the face of the whore who gets dicked down by the doctor every night. Would you care to introduce yourself?” Your eyes widen, wondering if this is being streamed somewhere or if it’s just for his pleasure that he’s doing this. You tried to lower your head and hide your shame, but Veritas again yanked your head back up, your scalp feeling as if it might get pulled off.

“No, no, I don’t! Veritas, stop it. No recording. Please please…” Your pleas fell on deaf ears as Veritas only leaned down, his breath kissing the shell of your ear. “I’m not a professor who gives second chances, but for you, I’ll make an exception, try again.”

His hand descended on you again, this time hard enough to elicit a yelp from you, but you kept your hands on the front of the desk, curling your nails to dig into the wood. You knew you’d be in more trouble if you made a move or if you refused to say the words he wanted you to.

“I’m… I’m your idiot whore who you take pity on each night because I can’t get enough of your cock.” You managed to choke out to your face in the camera, the last sight you wanted to see at that moment. “I’m just a whore for you who wants so desperately to be fucked by you! So please…”

“Not the most eloquently said but it will do.” Veritas hummed, grabbing your reddened bottom and aligning himself with you, his tip sliding up and down your folds before shoving himself all the way inside of you. “But that’s right. You are my whore, my lover whose only true purpose is to be my cockslave. Now everyone knows it, so make sure to perform well for the camera, darling.”

Pet play (and punishment)

Veritas, with you, is more indulgent with his subhuman views of the rest of humanity. Much like how he was in Herta’s Space Station, he’s constantly trying to lead the rest of humanity like a flock of sheep, and what’s a shepherd without his still stupid but slightly more tolerable dog at his heel? That’s right, and you should feel honored to be considered by Veritas as something greater than part of a mindless flock of sheep. It doesn’t mean you aren’t still stupid in his book. Oh no, he’s actually more harsh with you than anyone else. You can’t teach sheep, but dogs can always learn new tricks. As for how to punish a bad puppy, spanking or caning are his go to methods.

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“Kneel.” He demanded, pointing at the hardwood floor under his feet with his cane. When you weren’t quick to follow his random command, he used that same cane to smack the backs of your knees and send you to the floor. In the midst of your complaints and cries, he only stared with that same calculating look. “You didn’t obey my command quickly enough, so you faced the consequences. Get over it.”

He moved to sit down, laying his cane on his lap. He watched you writhe and get teary eyed, and the sight filled him with more excitement. He’d always find the smallest reasons to punish you just for that look of pain and defeat that told him he was in control. “Come here. And crawl.”

This time you were quicker to obey which almost pleased him just as much as punishing you did. Seeing you crawl up to him on all fours made him feel like some type of deity. He set his elbow on his knee, tilting his head in the palm of his hand to look at you. “Cute.” It was probably the single nicest word he had said to you in a week, and it made your heart flutter to hear someone like him say it.

“How do you feel about bells?” He asked, picking up his cane and using it to tilt your head up. You flinched at first but calmed down when he didn’t smack you with it. “I’m adding one to your collar so that way you can’t try to ignore or hide it. I can’t trust your dull mind not to remember that it’s on. This will be an exercise of classical conditioning though I doubt you can even comprehend what that is.”

“No! I don’t want that.” You shook your head. He even made you wear this awful collar in public which was already a nightmare to hide, so the bell would just make it worse! As soon as you got the words out of your mouth though, Veritas smacked the cane against your cheek, luckily not hard enough to lodge a tooth out.

“There’s another lesson in classical conditioning, maybe if I put it in simpleton words you’ll understand.” He cupped your cheek, digging his nails into the already bruising red flesh. He spoke in the voice one would use with a toddler. “Being a bad pet breeds pain, and pain makes you unhappy. Being a good pet breeds pleasure, and you like feeling good, don’t you? I know which outcome you’d prefer:”

He pulled back, patting his lap before leaning back on the couch. “But it doesn’t matter what you want right now. I have to punish you either way, so bend over my knee, pet. I know you're stupid but try to keep count. If you mess up, I’ll start over.”

Hope you enjoyed it! This is the first smut piece I’ve ever written, and I hope to improve with time! I didn’t get much time to write today, and I have plenty of ideas for a part two which might be coming soon. In the meantime, requests are open!!

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