I'd like to request Aventurine x ftm!reader please
Do anything that you want with that, just like trans fluff or anytging or hcs of how he'd act or dysphoria comfort :3
Or maybe all at once, who knows? :D
Masterpiece in Motion
Summary: Aventurine comforts his FtM partner (you) during a difficult moment of dysphoria. With his characteristic charm and flair, he reassures you of your worth, helping you see yourself through his eyes. Beneath his theatrics lies a deeply sincere devotion, offering the safety and love needed to face the mirror and rediscover your confidence.
Warnings: Brief mentions of dysphoria and self-doubt, Emotional vulnerability.
A/N: sorry if I made the representation (?) or something wrong 😭🙏
The plush atmosphere of Aventurine’s suite was an ironic juxtaposition of opulence and chaos—a scattered deck of cards, a toppled glass of wine, and a table pushed against the wall spoke volumes about the man’s personality. The glow of his eyes softened as they flicked over to you, seated on the luxurious couch with a look of quiet unease.
“Darling,” Aventurine called, his voice lilting with affection. “You’ve been awfully quiet tonight. Are you playing a long game on me, or is something else tugging at those thoughts?”
You sighed, shifting slightly. You hadn’t planned to bring it up tonight. Everything about Aventurine radiated confidence and flair; you didn’t want to sour the mood with your insecurities. Still, the way his sharp eyes watched you—keen and yet brimming with understanding—made it hard to avoid the question.
“I’m just... having one of those days,” you murmured. “You know, when nothing feels right. My body, my voice, everything...”
Aventurine’s smile faltered, just a touch, but the warmth in his expression only grew. He crossed the room in a few long strides, the golden rings on his fingers catching the light as he reached out to gently cup your chin, coaxing you to meet his gaze.
“Ah,” he said softly, “dysphoria, my old nemesis. How dare it trespass on my most precious partner?”
You blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity in his voice. He leaned in closer, his magenta and cyan eyes locking onto yours as if searching for something deeper. “Let me tell you a secret, my love,” he continued, his tone lowering conspiratorially. “Even the grandest illusions—yes, even mine—are built on imperfections. It’s the story behind them that makes them magic.”
You chuckled weakly. “I don’t feel very magical right now.”
“Hmm, then I suppose it’s my duty to remind you.” Aventurine straightened, gesturing dramatically toward the room as though summoning the universe itself. “Every piece of you—the way you walk, the way you speak, the way you dream—has enchanted me beyond reason. That, my dear, is magic.”
His words were absurdly theatrical, but his gaze never wavered, grounding the moment in an honesty that made your chest ache. Aventurine perched on the arm of the couch beside you, pulling off his long overcoat and draping it over your shoulders.
“There,” he said, smoothing the fur trim like it was armor. “Now you look the part of my equal. A strategist, a gambler, a winner.”
You hugged the coat tighter, the weight of it oddly comforting. “You’re ridiculous.”
“And yet, you’re smiling,” he teased, tapping the tip of your nose. “Now, tell me, what’s troubling you? Your voice? Your shape? Or are you simply feeling at odds with yourself?”
“It’s... all of it, I guess,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “I look in the mirror, and it’s like I’m not even there. I’m just... pretending.”
“Pretending?” Aventurine’s voice dropped, serious now. He took both your hands in his, his golden rings cool against your skin. “Let me be clear, sunshine”—a nickname he’d gifted you, playful yet intimate—“there is no pretense here. The world may try to blur your reflection, but I see you. Every day, I see you. And nothing—nothing—will ever change that.”
Tears pricked at your eyes, but before you could reply, he stood abruptly, pulling you to your feet. “Come,” he said, spinning you toward the nearest mirror. “Look.”
You hesitated, but his hands on your shoulders were firm, steadying you. Together, you faced your reflection. It wasn’t perfect, but with his coat draped over you, his confidence radiating through every inch of you, something shifted. You saw yourself, just a little clearer.
“Now,” Aventurine whispered, his breath warm against your ear, “what do you see?”
You hesitated before answering, your voice soft but steadier than before. “I see... someone trying.”
“And succeeding,” he added, his arms slipping around your waist. “Every step forward, every fight, every moment like this—you’re building the masterpiece that is you. And let me assure you, darling, I’m all in on this gamble.”
The tears fell then, but they were matched by a small, genuine smile. Aventurine held you tighter, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Whenever you forget, sunshine, I’ll be here to remind you.”
For the first time all night, you felt a flicker of peace.
I'm typically rather submissive, but lately I've realized I've got a bit of a possessive side(nothing ridiculous of course).
I've been with my partner for about a month.
During our more intimate moments, I realized I have a desire to devour him. Just to sink my teeth in and to feel my fingers tips across his supple skin. To hear the lovely noises he makes. His baby blue eyes revealing such desire and want. Oh and such pullable hair.
How could I deny him when he responds so well to me.
After developing a sweet tooth during pregnancy, Maura gets upset when she realizes she ate an entire box of Girl Scout Cookies, and Jane has a suggestion of how she can work off the calories.
Just read Ana’s tags sometimes and you’ll discover gems like:
“You know everytime Lara hurts, he blames himself. He can’t help it. Like he always expects to be here for her. And he yearns for crushing everyone who tries to hurt her…"
Growing up being told your life will only be complete when you find love, and then learning later life is so complex and nuanced yet still desperately wanting that love anyway because maybe it can fix you is an interesting experience for real:3.
So first try at writing smut(in a long time anyway)
any critiques or ideas wanted here:D
Ofc minor DNI
No proof reading yet might do that in the future if this continues
Bit of a slow burn I will mark where the nsft starts
(build up)
It was a long and cold winter day, you had just returned from work exhausted and tired. Groggily opening the door to your apartment you perk your head as you smell the wonderful smell of homemade soup. As your partner or someone special to you sits there smiling letting you know everything was made just how you like it.
As you sit down in the kitchen by the walkway closing the door behind you your special person takes your coat off for you and gives you a gentle kiss on the head. Preparing both of your bowls of soup they walk back toward you leaving your coat on an extra barstool by the counter before sitting by you and asking you about your day and the anxieties of your life. Leaving a feeling of comfort and safety washing away all the worries of the day up to this point.
(nsft starts here)
Later that evening as your special person takes care of everything cleaning the mess of cooking and putting the food in little containers for your work later this week just for you, you notice a carrot on the counter. This carrot had been shaved as well leaving nothing but the fleshy inner part and the end had been rounded and was about 5 inches in length. Your special person noticed this, and gave you a look as you immediately knew what it was for and felt something stirring inside you. Walking to your shared room in the more cramped parts of the apartment you waited with anticipation in your room as you began to strip down. Hearing the water faucet of the kitchen stop and steps only getting closer and closer to the room. You knew what was to come and when you felt the first kiss of many on your lips as one hand held your waist down you almost moaned enjoying every second of it.
(foreplay starts here)
As you felt the lips leave your body you felt the warmth of their breath on your neck leaving light kisses and nibbles as the mouth reached your chest. With the mouth reaching your chest you felt a tongue begin slowly teasing your nipples as the free hands of the special person began making their way to your inner thighs before one finger sank inside you only to begin slowly pressing against your clit. The sensations continued as the intruder began humming on your nipples while sucking, licking, gently biting them using your moans or pleas for more (or less) to guide it. While this was going on, one hand pressed down right above your abdomen making the feeling of the invading finger even more intense as it steadily fucked and pushed against your most sensitive spots. Then suddenly the special person backed away taking the time to savor the taste of your insides licking their fingers enjoying the taste of your fluids leaking off of them.
(foreplay ends here)
Seeing them look above you as you lay their helplessly you couldn't do anything other than shudder in anticipation as you saw the carrot from earlier in their hand approaching your inner thighs. You felt the warmth of their hand again on your thighs as they spread you open to be fucked by the carrot, as you felt the cold vegetable slowly fill you feeling the strong wrapped around it in case of emergency as well as the end of the carrot pressed against the back of your aching hole.
" your doing so good for me, your taking it so well"
Your special person whispered erotically in your ear, as they began slowly fucking you with the carrot. You could feel the trajectory of the carrot change for a little bit before it hit the most sensitive spot inside you filling you with intense pleasure as you could feel the carrot repeatedly fucking the same spot over and over.
"just like that, your noises are so cute when I fuck you brainless with things like this" , they said in a much more extatic tone clearly enjoying the state they were leaving you in as you felt the pace increase of the carrot fucking you a bit faster. You felt the familiar feeling of an approaching orgasm as you began moaning more and grunting wildly tightening around the carrot and feeling it fuck you even more intensely threatening to break it inside you.
" cum for me, be good for me please do it, I want no need to see your pretty handsome face as you cum from your dinner"
Your special person demanded now fucking you even harder now rubbing your nipples with their free hand. Needing you to cum needing you to make a mess all over them. Needing you to mark them as yours even if it was in this small way, as you felt yourself tighten even more around the carrot as some of it broke inside you as you began cumming. The orgasm washing through your body, pleasure striking you. leaving you breathless as your person now began pulling the carrots out and eating them Infront of you before cuddling with you and kissing your forhead as you fell asleep in their arms smiling.
