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I love to think that Aventurine would tie a strand of his hair (i mean its like gold already) around his beloved's ring finger as a silent engagement ring...Literally... Imagine coming to him crying that it ripped and him laughing telling that there are way more from where it came from as he detaches another strand and double ties this time just as a reassuring :') [feel free to use the idea if it inspires you im just so obsessed nowadays]
Ties that Bind Us
Summary: After a delicate strand of Aventurine's hair, which he had tied around your finger as a silent engagement ring, breaks, you approach him feeling emotional.
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Light Angst, Comfort, Established Relationship, Suggestive(nothing explicit), Intimate Moments, Playful Teasing, Emotional Reassurance, Soft Romantic Gestures, Vulnerability.
Warnings: Mild suggestive content, Emotional vulnerability, Brief crying, he calls you âLoveâ (because you are the love of his life đŤś).
A/N: THIS IS SUCH A CUTE IDEA, INSTEAD OF GETTING AN ARTIFICIAL THING, YOU GIVE YOUR BELOVED SOMETHING GENIUNE AND OF YOUR OWN đ BUT MAN HE'S GONNA GO BALD IF HE KEEPS OFFERING HIS HAIR!!
(Keep those requests coming, I love writing about them! Perhaps send something slight spicy(don't ask me for full smutđ) or gorey too if you dare that is ;))

In the dim glow of your shared home, a soft breeze rustled through the open window as you watched Aventurine, or Kakavasha as you privately called him, sit at his desk, deeply engrossed in his work. His sandy golden-blond hair fell in perfect waves, shimmering under the gentle light. You smiled, fondly remembering how, just days ago, he had tied a single strand of that very hair around your ring finger.
A silent promise. A commitment so personal, it felt more intimate than any grand proposal.
But now, that golden thread had snapped, the ends frayed where the delicate piece had worn out over time. You felt a tug at your heart. It wasnât just a strand of hair, it was the bond you two shared â fragile, tender, and impossibly beautiful.
Approaching him quietly, you stood at his side, fingers fiddling nervously with the broken piece in your hand. âKakavashaâŚâ you whispered softly, breaking his focus. His magenta and cyan eyes flicked up from his work, softening when he saw you.
âWhatâs troubling you, love?â His voice was rich with warmth and affection, though laced with his usual playful charm.
You showed him the broken strand, lips quivering slightly as you murmured, âIt⌠it snapped. Iâm sorry.â The weight of your emotions caught you off guard, and you blinked back tears, feeling silly for crying over something so small.
But Aventurineâs expression didnât change. In fact, a gentle chuckle escaped his lips. His signature smile spread across his face as he reached out to cup your cheek, brushing away a tear with his thumb. âOh, my dearâŚâ he murmured, his tone both amused and deeply affectionate. âThereâs plenty more where that came from.â
Before you could protest, he reached for a new strand of his hair and, without hesitation, gently wound it around your ring finger again, this time doubling the loop to ensure it would hold longer. He kissed your hand once he finished, a light peck full of promise. âSee? All fixed. Stronger now.â
You couldnât help but laugh softly through your lingering emotions, touched by his gesture and the way he made light of what had seemed like a disaster to you. âThank you.â you whispered, your heart swelling with warmth as you looked into his eyes.
He tilted his head, studying you in that way only he couldâreading every nuance of your expression. "Crying over a single strand, hmm?" he teased, leaning closer, his breath ghosting over your skin. "Itâs like you're trying to tug at my heartstrings."
Your blush deepened as his thumb stroked along your jawline. "What happens when it breaks again?" you asked, though the question came out in a more breathless tone than youâd intended.
Aventurineâs smile widened, his voice dropping into something more intimate, more his personal self, Kakavasha. âIâll keep tying new ones,â he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear as his hand found its way to your waist, pulling you close. âOver and over again. Until thereâs no more hair left to give. And even thenâŚâ His lips found your temple. âIâll find something else to bind us together.â
You shivered, not just from the cool breeze that swept through the room but from the way his words wrapped around your heart, anchoring you to him in a way that felt unbreakable.
As you rested your head against his chest, your heart pounded in sync with his, your body relaxing into his embrace. The warmth between you grew, soft and inviting. His fingers played with your hair now, lazily twirling a few strands, but there was something unspoken in the air.
"KakavashaâŚ" you whispered, your voice trembling with something more than just gratitude.
He chuckled low, the sound vibrating through your body. "Cracking already, are we?" His fingers slipped beneath your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. His eyes shimmered with mischief, but there was something deeperâsomething more vulnerable, peeking through the cracks of his usual playful facade.
Aventurine cracked, and Kakavasha peeked out.
The depth in his gaze was unmistakable now, and your breath caught in your throat. You could feel the shift between you twoâthe teasing banter giving way to something far more intimate. His lips hovered near yours, barely a whisper away, his warm breath mingling with yours.
âAnd if you break againâŚâ His voice was a low, sultry murmur, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along your spine. âIâll be right here, fixing it every time, love.â
His lips brushed yours, gentle at first, as if savoring the moment. But soon, that gentleness gave way to something more passionate, a deeper need igniting between you. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer still, until there was no space left between you.
And in that moment, as his kiss deepened, you knew â no matter how many strands might snap, or how many times you might fall apart, Aventurine, Kakavasha, would always be there, ready to tie them back together.

#aventurine x you#aventurine x reader#hsr aventurine x reader#hsr aventurine#x reader#hsr#honkai star rail#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#fluff#suggestive tw#light angst#fanfiction#fanfic#comfort#established relationship#intimate moments#Playful teasing#Emotional reassurance#Soft romantic gestures#vulnerability#Brief crying#Mild suggestive content#emotional vulnerability#kakavasha hsr#kakavasha x reader#kakavasha
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15 sweet/romantic gestures !!
(feel free to use!! the lover girl in me when writing this > <)
occasionally pressing soft kisses to ur temple or cheek [melting]
caressing their cheek and they nuzzle into your touchhhhh T T
their eyes fluttered close even after the kiss has ended.
^ their gaze that meets you is full of pent-up longing and affection !!
a hint of shyness creeping into them when u tease them [đłâźď¸âźď¸đłâźď¸đł]
hugs where they nuzzle their face into your chest
^ "can we stay like this forever?" tears
intimacy of eye contacts, slow kisses, cheek touching !
a quiet, whisper of "i am so proud of you" âŻ
"you take such good care of me," is mumbled as they look up at you, drying their hair, their eyes shining with unshed tears, love and adoration. (CRY WITH ME PLEASEEEE)
tucking a small flower behind their ear <33
when they bury their face in ur chest while cuddling !!!
"I am falling in love with you every. single. day." âĄ
a flustered "you smell like me.. oh god, it's driving me crazy..." mumble as they pull u closer into a hug [ksksjdnsks]
"marry me, my pretty baby." but u r cuddling and giggling. "I'm your pretty baby now?" they ask, shyly smiling. "yea, u always been." AAAAH
#writer prompts#otp prompts#dialogue prompts#urfriendlywriter#romance writing#imagine your otp#writeblr#writing prompts#writing inspiration#romance prompts writing#showing love#soft prompts for lovers#soft dialogue prompts#soft prompts#soft gestures#romantic dialouge prompts#romantic tropes#romantic prompts#romantic gestures#writing romance#writing ideas#imagine your ocs#writing inspo#writing prompt#otp drabble prompts#writing drabble#otp writing#otp ideas#prompt list#smut starters
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Appy slices đ
I like to think the neighbors sometimes come into Howdyâs shop and just hang around while he does other things. Like a cafe! Though, heâd probably tell them to leave at some point. But they may also leave on their own since Howdyâs such a chatterbox! Ha!
#my art#art#fanart#welcome home#digital art#welcome home arg#welcome home fanart#wally darling#howdy pillar#ah yes#the inherit intimacy of hand feeding someone you love#platonically or romantically#itâs a small venture#itâs ALL about the small gestures!!#drawing#all the soft quiet moments!#sketch
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No love grander than mine

đŽ More fluffy Syslus hcs to flood your TL đŽ
Iâve said it before: Thereâs really no such a thing as small gestures when it comes to Sylus. Hereâs some romantic hcs heâd likely do to spoil you.
⤠Tags: fluff, established relationship, alcohol tw, Sylus x gn! reader,
⤠Word count: 365
⢠Every mission he letâs you join ends with a romantic getaway in a neighbouring city
⢠Though some may call it clichĂŠ, heâs the type to clutter the room with rose petals, candles, balloons and the biggest bouquet to cheer you up on bad days
⢠Shopping sprees are light work. Online wishlists? Taken care of. The only top you like at the boutique is a size too big? Heâll buy it and schedule a fitting with his tailor. The purse you want has a waitlist? Heâll quietly step forward to show the associate his platinum card thatâs under a different alias and youâre magically on the top of the list
⢠Even better, he takes note of the sold out vintage pieces you saved on a few reseller apps and uses his network to get everything you werenât able to bid for
⢠Fine dining. You eat at Michelin restaurants, pâtisseries, or have professionally home cooked mealsâ no in between
⢠Treats you to champagne and dessert on his yacht to end the night on your birthday. You later come to find out youâre at the very spot you first saw fireworks with him (Nightplumes) and soon enough, a light show of your own appears
⢠Persistently accommodates to your living preferences when you stay at his place. He makes note to adjust to things like room temperature, food brands, thread count sheets, home fragrances, etc bc he wants you to associate familiarity and a sense of home with him
⢠Helicopter tours that eventually lead to a private island seaside dinnerâ or rooftop dinner
⢠Private concerts booking some of your fav artists
⢠Horseback riding along the sunset beach for a late picnic
⢠Buying out restaurants, salons and movie theaters to truly have alone time with you
⢠On every anniversary, he (privately) publishes a small book of sonnets and poems from his collection that remind him of you
⢠Premeditated vacations at wine cities to pigĂŠage and find the perfect wine & champagne you both like. Though heâs not a complete wine snob, he knows every good bottle has a story. And taking his soon to be fiancĂŠ to make/test the wine served at their wedding would make quite the story, no?
ę¨ď¸ A/N: Thanks as always for reading the whole way through! I know his love is beyond the materials. At its core, these grand gestures are an elaborate way to spend time together. Iâm just pushing myself to write more. Iâll have to come back to the pure, non-flashy ways heâd express love, bc heâs so incredibly sweet. I just need to get into the habit of writing more and taking the Lâs as they come.
⤠Additional fic dividers by @/Saradika-graphics!
#dividers by toastray#i wish he was real#an annual booklet of love poems would make me sob#I also don't know much about wine so that 'every good bottle has a story' part could be bs#i couldn't think of a fancy enough equestrian romantic gesture but ik for sure they'd do something with horses#also who doesn't love a rich man with no strings?#minus the bon part but you know what I mean#sylus love and deepspace#sylus fl#lads syl#sylus x reader#sylus x mc#lnds#my headcanons#soft sylus#sylus l&ds#love and deepspace#lads x reader
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i can bet that when Charles and Erik got together Charles would spoil him rotten with gifts and dates at fancy restaurants and Erik would genuinely appreciate it but at some point he'd sit Charles down to have a conversation with him because he would feel like he needs to (and he would really want to) do the same for him, he just can't outdo his billionaire boyfriend (he can't even do it on the same level) and it's kind of stressing him out, making him feel that he isn't putting as much into this relationship as Charles is (and also afraid that Charles may think he's only with him for those things he gets)
Erik: you need to stop doing this i don't know how to take it
Charles: but i just want to show you that i love you
Erik: Charles you're a telepath i can literally feel your love. you don't have to do all of that, i know that you love me and i love you too, regardless of gifts and dates. now please stop
#charles: i guess could limit it#erik: i can put up with that just please don't buy me another car#erik lehnsherr#magneto#charles xavier#professor x#cherik#x men#xmen movies#this is another fanfiction idea.....#help i have too many of those#but i really love the idea of Erik not knowing how to deal with being loved after years of being alone convinced he was a monster#Charles does a romantic gesture and Erik is left both blushing like a twelve year old and with tears in his eyes because wdym it's for him#i'm rambling again but i guess it's whatever#i actually love rambling in the tags#sighhhh#save me soft cherik save me
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about astarion and love
"astarion would never buy flowers for you like wyll or wax poetry for you like gale" etc. etc. blah blah blah
i hear people say this all the time and they always say it as if that's a bad thing.
like have you considered that not everyone wants traditional grand romantic gestures? astarion doesn't offer a fairytale romance, declaring his love from the rooftops of a burning building but he does offer a loyal companionship, a soft gentle romance that's just as meaningful.
you can yap yap yap all you want but i got the line "i'll be here when you're ready. i'll always be here, my love" in the final camp scenes which, yes, does show his committment and loyalty to you. he doesn't kiss you in the epilogue but he does hold your hand and he says that whatever the future holds, you'll be facing it together.
because astarion needs a companion more than a lover and honestly if you say that he needs a friend more than a lover after he confesses to you in act 2 (before you defeat ketheric in moonrise), his reaction is so much more meaningful than if you select any of the romance options (imo at least). he cares more about your companionship than he does your romance so no, he doesn't do traditional grand romantic gestures that you see in fairytales but that does not mean he cares about you or loves you any less than any of the other companions do.
soft astarion does exist canonically in the game so it's not ooc. his softness isn't like the other companions because astarion's trauma is vastly different to any of the other characters in the game. and no this softness is not infantilising him.
if you choose to romance astarion then you've chosen a lifelong loyal companion, who yes, will sometimes most likely kiss and tease you, flirt and sleep with you but that is not the main takeaway from that relationship. he probably won't even tell you that he loves you that often (like in the actual game itself) but it will be in his actions and his other words.
even in the game, astarion tells you that he wants you to see him as more than sex because he has a very difficult relationship with sex and romance. hence why he will decline having sex with the drow twins, hence why he's fine with you sleeping with halsin and he even asks if it's because the two of you haven't had sex in a while etc. etc. there are so many other examples i can list here. and furthermore, if you do choose the "you need a friend more than a lover" option after his act 2 confession, he says that he's had countless lovers but he cannot remember ever having a single friend.
i personally headcanon astarion as demisexual and demiromantic (yes i'm largely projecting but shhh) maybe even aroace so that your relationship is more of a queer platonic relationship because his post-game scenes are focused more on your companionship than your love or sex life (and because of all the other examples i used). me having this headcanon does not mean that i am infantilising him either by the way, you don't have to have sex to be an adult.
anyway, i'm rambling at this point but astarion is so dear to my heart so it upsets me so much when people just boil his character down to "hot sexy flirty vampire" or say that his romance is boring compared to the others because he doesn't love you like the others do etc. etc.
soft astarion my beloved <3 and yes he does exist (and no for the third time, this is not infantilising!)
(fyi i am only talking about spawn astarion here, ascended astarion can go rot in a coffin for all i care)
#i wrote this because i was sick of seeing people compare astarion's romance to the other companions#and treating his lack of traditional romantic gestures as a sign that he doesn't love you#soft astarion#that's it#that's the post#bg3#baldur's gate 3#baldurs gate 3#baldur's gate iii#baldurs gate#astarion bg3#bg3 astarion#astarion#astarion baldurs gate#astarion ancunin#escxelle#elle's interests hyperfixiations and shenanigans#and yeah i'm an A!A hater#fuck that guy#added some edits because some people were saying this is infantilising for some reason
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Let's talk about the caffeine addiction - Kirishima x reader
Kirishima and Y/N navigate an evening of tension and care. Despite struggling with a caffeine withdrawal headache, Y/N resists drinking coffee to preserve their breakfast date the next morning.Â
Requests are OPEN!
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No one had ever really paid attention to your struggles before. You knew caffeine was an addiction, and the headache youâd had all day was definitely because of the caffeine withdrawal. But it was 7 p.m., and you couldnât have coffee. Kirishima had planned a breakfast date for the two of you tomorrow morning, and you didnât want to mess that up.
As you massaged your temple, Kirishima glanced over from the driverâs seat while waiting at a red light. His concerned eyes studied you, taking in the tension etched across your face.
âI have to stop at the gas station. Need anything, baby?â he asked, his voice a soothing rumble.
âNo,â you replied softly, trying to muster a reassuring smile.
He raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion, but didnât press further. Once he parked at the gas station, he got out of the car without another word. You closed your eyes, leaning your head back against the seat, wishing you could skip the party. But you knew he was excited about it. It was a reunion of sortsâa chance for his old class to be together again after so long. You didnât want to dampen his excitement, even if you felt like curling up in bed instead.
The car door opened, and the cool night air rushed in. Before you knew it, a cold bottle was pressed against your cheek. Startled, you opened your eyes to see Kirishima holding a glossy bottle of iced coffeeâvanilla, your favorite.
âWhat?â you muttered, taking the bottle from his hand. It felt cool against your fingers, and you bit your lip, hesitating.
âYouâve been nursing that headache all day. Youâre the one who wanted to come to the party,â he reminded you gently, his crimson eyes filled with concern.
âI canât. We have breakfast tomorrow, and you havenât seen all your classmates in forever, Eiji,â you protested, your voice wavering.
âIt can be breakfast for dinner. Please, drink it,â he urged, his tone sincere and caring. He reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch comforting.
You looked at him, a smile slowly spreading across your face. His thoughtfulness warmed your heart. You unscrewed the cap and took a tentative sip, the sweet vanilla flavor immediately soothing your headache.
âThank you,â you said, your voice soft with gratitude. âYou always know how to make things better.â
Kirishima grinned, his sharp teeth flashing in the dim light. âThatâs what Iâm here for. Now, letâs go enjoy this party. And if youâre still not feeling great, we can leave early. Deal?â
âDeal,â you agreed, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. With Kirishima by your side, you knew you could handle anything, even a caffeine withdrawal headache at a party.
#My Hero Academia#MHA#Boku no Hero Academia#BNHA#Kirishima Eijirou#Kirishima x Reader#Kirishima x Y/N#Fanfiction#Fluff#Romantic Fluff#Caffeine Withdrawal#Supportive Boyfriend#Class Reunion#Thoughtful Gesture#Soft Kirishima#Relationship Goals#Headache Comfort#Fandom Writing#comfort fanfic
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Bad Batch Headcanons â Soft Romance and Some Dating Stuff
I canât get these thoughts out of my head. SFW and safe for all ages. Anyway, here you go:
Hunter
This man is the master of braiding hair. (Have you seen his hair? Of course he is.) Hunter is tactile person, a byproduct of his heightened senses. Braiding your hair (for events, before bed, or whenever) is a quiet thing between you and a little ritual.
Cuddles on a porch swing together in summer time (listening to the cicadas in the trees and watching the sun set) as you unwind from the day.
Enjoying a thunderstorm rolling through while counting the seconds between lightening flash and thunder clap to guess the distance. Itâs always a game to see if you can guess the closer distance by counting the seconds versus Hunter using his advanced senses.
Dates at ice cream parlors and cafes are always entertaining. Hunter has opinions on the flavor combinations. (Itâs adorable.)
Crosshair
Quietly sitting together in front of the fire in the evening. Maybe you talk, maybe you donât. Just being together without any pressures is nice. If you wind up slowly snuggling together under a big soft blanket, he doesnât mind. Crosshair likes having someone around who doesnât have insane expectations of him.
Charcuterie boards and bottles of wine while you read together or listen to music. Snarking about and commentating on the otherâs genre choices inevitably happens. (His humor is dry and very specific.)
Paintball target practice (some punk kids at the local range as âvoluntaryâ targets are optional). You donât need to be as good as he is with the paintball gun. Just record him gleefully (and mostly playfully) merc-ing his targets and laughing at the reactions.
Concerts and movies in the park are go-to date options. He likes not worrying about high pressure situations. Plus, you both get to people-watch while youâre at it.
Tech
Documentary marathons, book festivals, and museum tours are regular date events. Tech has a pathological need to learn things. He also takes into consideration things you might enjoy as well when planning these outings. (Itâs sweet of him, really.)
Hanging out in the driveway while he works on your cars. Making sure your car is running at optimal levels is one of his love languages. Youâre there to remind him to eat and/or take a water break on occasion, provide shade, and pass him tools as needed. He likes it when you put together an interesting music or podcast playlist for background noise.
Swing dance classes â a surprise, I know. He knows that dancing is a traditional romantic thing, so he leans into taking classes as a way to romance you. Somehow, swing and its numerous stylistic sub-groupings are right up both your alley. Turns out Tech has a decent sense of rhythm and enjoys using dance and movement as a way of silent communication with you.
Crafting is a team project now. Tech is good at planning the layouts for quilts apparently. He also agrees with you that knitting and crocheting is very meditative and relaxing.
Wrecker
When you bring up cooking and baking together, he is on board. Food and sharing it is one of his big love languages. Wrecker loves being in the kitchen with you, either as your sous chef, cookie decorator, or test taster. Eventually, he starts finding more recipes that you can try together. Building out a binder of recipes you like is a testament of your relationship.
Perfect date night â big picnic spread in an open field at dusk followed by sparklers and fireworks. He loves food and things that go boom. Combining them together makes Wrecker so happy. (That fact that you put them together in one date â thatâs the best and biggest declaration of love anyone has anyone has ever given him.)
Hanging on the couch in comfy clothes while playing video games together. Wrecker is the reason the household has a wide selection of thematic oversized adult onesies. Those always get broken out during Mario Kart tournaments or when playing PokĂŠmon or Legend of Zelda together.
Wrecker is a Dungeons and Dragons nerd and a surprisingly good DM. Acting out a story is right up his alley. He gets so happy when you want to learn about the game and join his group.
Echo
Projecting movies into a sheet in the backyard while chilling on cushions and blankets and eating popcorn â simple and low pressure. Sometimes, Echo needs that when his prosthetics are acting up. (He also likes that you always wind up curled up next to him on these nights. It feels nice, no matter whether or not he has his prosthetic limbs on.)
Heâs a great pub crawl buddy. Seriously, Echo somehow knows people who work in every bar you walk into, and that is an impressive thing. You get free drinks and fun cocktails wherever you go.
Sunday mornings are for farmers markets. Walking through the stalls, buying fresh bread and produce, and buying assorted other wares is fun. Echo finds your enthusiasm endearing and engaging. (Guess who invested in one of those two-wheeled carts for your haul? This guy.)
Road trips to thermal hot spring baths and a nice little B&B are the go-to romantic weekend trips. Soaking in a hot spring bath does wonders for Echo, especially when he gets to have a hearty dinner with you afterwards.
#these boys and soft romance#just imagining what their romantic gesture would be#star wars#the bad batch#hunter the bad batch#tbb hunter#hunter tbb#crosshair the bad batch#tbb crosshair#crosshair tbb#tech the bad batch#tbb tech#tech tbb#wrecker the bad batch#wrecker tbb#tbb wrecker#echo the bad batch#tbb echo#echo tbb#arc trooper echo#tcw echo#bad batch headcanons
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oh sometimes i'm overcome with the realization of just how sentimental a bitch i am
like i really am straight up just playing make-believe with these characters like they're digital barbies
okay so in Iona's inventory, i've had this necklace
since very early in act 1.
it was in Aradin's chest at the Grove, and it was the first thing "we" managed to get with the "I distract them with conversation/busking and you steal everything that isn't nailed down" act/trick I had thought up for her and Astarion. I thought it'd be kinda cute for him to, at the end of this test run, present it with a ~theatrical flourish~ once just out of earshot of its original owner, and for her to ~graciously allow~ him to drape it around her neck, as a hamfisted and silly act of mock-courtship they both know is false. (it was kind of a... "we both know what this is all about and where it's headed, but wouldn't it be fun to play make-believe and pretend it's something entirely different" type of thing.)
I thought it'd be cute, if a touch bittersweet for her to keep it, just slotted away in her little "sentimental items" pouch, like.... next to the dog toy, her old wedding band, and the other useless junk she couldn't bring herself to throw away or sell.
and then today, i found this as I was selling stuff in the Glittering Gala.
it's the same design. and i like to describe Iona's eyes as "amber" when I write about them (they're kind of a reddish/yellowish, pretty medium brown). and she looks much better in golds and reds than she does in blues and silvers.
so. um.
guess who got this bloody thing "sneaked" into her inventory at the long rest.
if you think i won't 1.) exit a trading screen abruptly, 2.) switch controlled characters, 4.) buy a silly and utterly useless junk item AS that character (thought about just picking her pocket but.... we have 35k gold. why would i.), and 4.) keep it in that character's inventory until it "seems like" the PC isn't "paying attention", and then 5.) drop it into their inventory "unnoticed", all for LITERALLY NO GOOD REASON other than just to act out a silly little gesture and support the little fanfic in my head, well.
you'd be very wrong.
((and i was grinning and giggling downright embarrassingly the whole time too))
#squirrel plays bg3#oc: iona raedir#âastarion isn't the type to do romantic gesturesâ false#âhe does big thoughtful acts of courtship and sweeps the pc off their feetâ also false#it is my belief that he isn't the type to do Big Flashy Romantic Things#and is also not the type to be vocal about them#my headcanon is that he'll do the Big Declarations and Theatrical Displays when he's taking the piss in some way#as in he'll joke and play at- and exaggerate courtship when it's all for fun and show and means nothing or very little#but when it's supposed to actually MEAN something; when it's REAL; then the ways he shows love are both small#and done without fanfare or expecting acknowledgement#not even making the slightest effort to keep hands to themselves even in public is fun of course; but the love?#that's in... a pilfered piece of that fruit she likes found randomly in her pack. a swift dagger batting aside a blade meant for her ribs#a small scratch of a pen's tip subtly marking a sweet passage in the book she âborrowedâ from him#or in this case; it's something that she found among her things and put on without making a fuss about it#at least not beyond a knowing glance shared; a soft smile exchanged; and her fingers absently fiddling with the stones throughout the day#if she wasn't wearing the guidance-amulet (useful) i'd probably actually equip it on her like i did the silver one for the longest time ngl#because like i said; i'm a sentimental bitch playing make-believe with my little toys
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a lil snippet from a romantic suguru fic iâm working on :â)

#itâs for one of the stories on my suguru valentineâs day wip list!#i think the utter devotion of kissing oneâs knuckles is second to NONE#like he knows whatâs coming and he LOVES it#methinks itâs the ultimate way to make suguru blush :3#and i think suguru should ALWAYS be on the receiving end#suguru⌠if you were MY man⌠just know iâd treat you SO right#i think suguru needs to be w someone whoâs so utterly devoted to him the way heâs devoted to them#soft romantic gestures + sweet words + acts of service⌠little gifts as well. i want to make him feel so loved <3#also. i LOVE me an italics. i really do#snippets#personal
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hmmmmmmm how about an aventurine x reader where like itâs an established relationship but like theyâre still a new couple yâknow and like reader surprises aventurine with like the perfect gift for him or like something homemade thatâs super cute idk and he gets all emotional and all cause itâs like the first time he gets a special gift from someone for Christmas???
Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
Summary: It's Aventurine's first Christmas in a relationship, and the season feels both exciting and unfamiliar. As someone who has always used charm and theatrics to mask his insecurities, he's unaccustomed to genuine displays of affection. You, his thoughtful and creative partner, surprise him with a heartfelt, homemade gift that reflects their deep understanding of him. For the first time, Aventurine is left speechless, overwhelmed by emotions he can no longer conceal. Amid the soft glow of winter lights, the couple shares a tender moment that brings Aventurine closer to the concept of vulnerability, warmth, and love.
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Established Relationship, First Christmas Together, Gift Giving, Emotional Vulnerability, Fluff and Angst, Soft Aventurine, Romantic Gestures, Winter Special.
Warnings: Brief mentions of Aventurine's traumatic past, Emotional themes (processing unfamiliar feelings of love and gratitude), Mild angst with a happy and comforting ending.

The moonlight danced on the windows of the lavish penthouse, casting long shadows on the sleek furniture. The holiday season had arrived in full force, and despite the extravagant dĂŠcor adorning every corner of the city, Aventurine found himself in a rare moment of peace. For once, he wasn't scheming or plotting. For once, he could almost pretend that everything was... fine.
He had spent most of the day in his usual flamboyant style, charming his way through holiday parties and meetings, but tonight was different. The festive atmosphere in the air felt more alive, as if something unexpected was about to unfold. And, of course, it did. But not in the way he thought.
"How do you feel about surprises?" your voice echoed from the doorway, breaking his thoughts as you stepped into the dimly lit room.
He turned, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "I thrive on them." he replied smoothly, his voice carrying that usual enigmatic quality.
You smiled, but there was something different in your eyes tonightâsomething tender and full of warmth. "Well, this oneâs for you." you said softly, walking towards the small table where a beautifully wrapped box sat, tied with a delicate red ribbon.
Aventurine raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "For me? I must say, Iâm intrigued." His tone was light, yet his eyes betrayed a flicker of uncertainty, a crack in his otherwise confident facade. He had never been one for receiving giftsânot because he didnât want them, but because they reminded him of a past he had long buried. Still, he couldnât resist. He picked up the gift, the wrapping smooth under his fingers.
"You didnât have to," he murmured, but his voice lacked its usual flippancy, a subtle vulnerability hiding beneath his words.
"It's Christmas," you said, settling next to him, watching as he untied the ribbon and peeled back the wrapping to reveal a small wooden box. It was simple, unassuming, but the craftsmanship was evident. The box had intricate carvings, faint patterns that almost looked like a game boardâspades, hearts, diamonds, and clubs, all etched with care. He traced his fingers over the delicate design, feeling the weight of the gesture.
Aventurineâs smile faltered for a moment, and he turned to you with a softened expression, his eyes a mix of confusion and something deeper. "What is this?"
Opening the box revealed a set of finely crafted playing cardsâeach card an artwork in itself, featuring symbols from his past, his journey, and the games he had played. There were intricate illustrations on each one, personalized to reflect his life: the destruction of Sigonia, his rise to power, and his inner turmoil. The Ace of Spadesâthe symbol of his Cornerstoneâstood at the center, an ornate image of the desert, evoking the harshness of his origins.
"It's... perfect..." he whispered, his voice strained as if the weight of the gift had physically struck him.
You watched him, carefully noting the subtle way his gaze softened, how he looked at the cards as though they were a bridge to something deeper within himself.
"This is the first time anyoneâs given me something so... personal," Aventurine admitted quietly, his usual swagger absent. The mask he so often wore was slipping, revealing the haunted man beneath. "You know, Iâve never been one to believe in fate or luck. But this... this feels like a sign."
A sudden vulnerability surfaced, one that even he couldnât hide. His eyes flickered to you, the sharpness in them dulled, as if he was searching for reassurance. "Itâs been a long time since someone... cared this much," he murmured, the words laced with an unfamiliar emotion. His voice cracked ever so slightly, a fleeting admission of the weight he carried alone.
You gently placed your hand over his, grounding him in the moment. "I care," you whispered, your voice soft and steady. "I know itâs not always easy to accept, but... I care about you. You deserve something real."
Aventurineâs breath hitched as he stared at you, his usual façade of control slipping away. His gaze lingered on your face, the sincerity in your eyes disarming him. He had been playing his own game for so long, but here, in the quiet of the room, he realized that this was a gamble he was willing to take.
He wasnât sure when it happened, but somehow, in the midst of all the games and risks, you had become the most important prize.
"Thank you," he said, his voice low, almost reverent. "I donât think Iâll ever be able to express how much this means."
In that moment, Aventurine, the master of manipulation, the calculating strategist, was just Kakavashaâa man who had found something far greater than any gamble he could ever win.
You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek, a soft promise that no matter how many risks he took, he would never have to face the game of life alone again. The warmth of your embrace surrounded him, and for the first time in years, Aventurine allowed himself to believe that there was something more to life than just surviving.
As the night stretched on, the city lights twinkling outside, AventurineâNo, Kakavasha, the man who had mastered the art of riskâallowed himself to savor this one moment of peace, this one moment of real connection.
And, for the first time, he didnât feel the need to gamble with fate.

#x reader#honkai star rail#hsr#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#hsr aventurine#aventurine x reader#hsr aventurine x reader#aventurine x you#established relationship#first christmas together#gift giving#emotional vulnerability#fluff and angst#soft aventurine#romantic gestures#winter special
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prompts that has me lying on a highway:
(feel free to use <3 10, 15, 20 are my favs omds. yall tag me when u writeeee I'd love to read :))
"I'm glad you were strong, love."
"i notice the little efforts you make for me.. and i just want you to know i appreciate it." whos cutting onions
SMILING during a kissss >>>>>
the gaze that softens as soon as it lands on you.
hand holding, twirling in their arms, slow dancing > <
telling a joke just to see them laugh
"love.. isn't a word enough to express what i feel for you."
"you were my bestfriend, before you were anything else, love." <333
hugging. especially if they're not much of a hugger, but they keep hugging you because you feel down. (this is my bestfriend aaah ilovehersm :( )
"tell me what you want, baby." in the deepest, nearly inaudible murmur AAAAH
when they always feed you their last bite
"give me a hug."
"i can't even act mad at you, love."
flirty BANTERS!!!!
"I'll come over there and make you shut up then." "you can try."
"i love you." "say it again."
caressing one's cheek (the one in the face.)
running into each other's arms after barely surviving
enemies but one is admitting, confessing and crying to the another after almost losing them!!!!!
collecting your injured lover,
^ "don't you dare die on me, [full fckn name]." "i won't, my love, i want to live for you... with you. for a long time." they strain but their smile after makes you cry.
"this is so wrong," "if so, then stop me, love," "you tempt me, [name]-" cue a KISSSSS "-and you drive me insane."
being curled up together on the bed, their face buried in your chest.
"i like how you did ____ today/that day."
forehead kisses. cheek kisses, knuckle kisses.
#writing inspiration#writer prompts#otp prompts#dialogue prompts#romance writing#imagine your otp#writeblr#writing prompts#urfriendlywriter#romance prompts writing#soft gestures#soft prompts for lovers#soft prompts#soft dialogue prompts#romantic gestures#gestures that says i love you#prompts that has me lying on a highway#my best friend does most of thsse to me. the platonic ones AND i think my standards r wayyy above the level lmao#otp writing#otp drabble prompts#writing inspo#writing ideas#writers of tumblr#women writers#writing prompt#how to describe love#romance tropes#love prompts that melted me#love prompts#enemies to lovers trope
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I am bursting out with MY LOVE for him
#playchoices#blades of light and shadow#tyril starfury#his every gesture feels so romantic and soft đĽš#you can feel how enormous his love is through his every action
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"Soft romanticism equates somewhat to sentimentality, being maudlin, puppy-dog eyes, gazing at your lover over candlelight, hallmark cards, sweetness, baby talk, cuddliness, cute talk and so on. [...] Hard romanticism equates to putting your life on the line, living on the edge of death, intensifying experience to the utmost to feel alive, tempting death, tempting love, spitting in the face of love."
Source.
#uncategorized#matters of the heart#romantic#romanticism#the dichotomy!#Personally I like hard romanticism because it's almost never replicated in real life I think#And so we wonder:#What ever happened to the stuff of myths? The grand sacrificial gestures?#Yet I think the real answer is that they never were#that almost every time we see hard romanticism#it's only a depiction.#Think:#orpheus and eurydice#Meanwhile#soft romanticism can seem performative and conveniently non-committal by comparison because it's so...#overwhelmingly modern and easily executed.
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Yearning to kiss fwb!Ghostâs lips, but he doesnât take his mask off around you.
Youâre not very subtle with your staring, unapologetically gazing at where his lips would be, admiring the protruding of his plush lips on the fabric of his balaclava. You imagine how theyâd feel on your lips. On your body.
Would they be soft or chapped? Youâre not sure, but you desperately want to find out.
Simon notices â again, youâre not very subtle. However, he finds the ordeal amusing. He doesnât purposefully hide the lower half of his face around you, but ever since he saw the neediness in your eye for a taste of him, he canât help but tease you a bit.
When he finally has you on your back, his cock moving in and out of your wet cunt all you can do is stare at his parted lips, only the thing fabric of his mask preventing you from kissing him.
Itâs like routine when you two fuck. Youâre both still partially clothed. Your cargo pants and underwear are on the floor somewhere while his pants and boxers are pulled down mid-thigh, the material stained with your juices as he thrusts into you. Your nails dig into his back causing him to groan loudly, pressing further into you. His face is even closer to yours. The position is oddly romantic for fuck buddies.
Heâs drenched with sweat, his black tee clinging to his toned body. With half-lidded eyes, you focus on his face despite it being hidden beneath his mask. You admire his gorgeous eyes as he attempts to keep them open, occasionally rolling into the back of his head when you clench around him.
Simonâs mouth is ajar as he lets out loud groans, his lips straining against the fabric. Impulsively, you grab the back of his head, bunching up the mask in your palms as you press your lips to his.
Heâs startled by the sudden gesture, his fingers digging into your hips. Your nose bumping into his as he tilts his head to kiss you harder. The cotton is soft on your lips, and drenched as you press your tongue on it, attempting to taste Simon, instead tasting tobacco clinging to the fabric.
He moans into your mouth when you come undone, your velvety walls spasming around his hard cock. Your eyes flutter close, whimpering as he fucks you through your orgasm.
Simon decides to put you out of your misery, pulling back to lift his mask up so the lower half of his face is exposed. His other hand grasps your cheeks to ensure youâre focused on him. His lips were revealed â kiss swollen, and covered in your shared saliva.
He leans down and kisses you properly, his hips thrusting into you. The feeling of his lips pressed to yours is overwhelming. You cup his jaw, the stubble on his face tickling your palm. You finally get to fucking taste him, and you think itâs just as addictive as the cigarettes he smokes.
When he comes, his lips are still pressed to yours, swallowing your whines as he fills you up.
#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x you#ghost x reader#ghost x you#simon riley smut#ghost smut#cod smut#cod x reader#wrote this on a whim
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Hope They Catch Us - G.S.
Synopsis. When youâre on-screen, itâs always a rivalry to see whoâs best - you just never thought that it would be the same struggle in bed.
Pairing. Actor! Gojo Satoru x Co-Star! Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, rivals-to-lovers, co-stars to lovers, unprotected, oral (fem receiving) slight exhĂbitionism (stuff with cameras), marking, praise, Satoru is actually down BAD, cĂşmplay, tabloids, lowkey fluffy at the end, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 5.5k
A/N. YA GIRL IS BACKKKK ;D Also happy belated three months to this blog hehehe.

Lights, Camera, Drama: Gojo Satoru and Leading Ladyâs Off-Screen Feud to SINK Box Office Darling?
âTheyâll Kill Each Other!â Insider Source Spills All on the Royal Rivalry Between Hollywoodâs Hottest Bachelor and Bachelorette.
Enemies of The Century or Publicity Stunt? Recent Cast Outings Sets Fans Speculating!
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You hated him. Oh, how you hated him. All because of a red-hot rivalry that had sparked ever since the two of you took the industry by storm. And everyone from Hollywoodâs bigshots to your adoring fans knew that no matter where Gojo Satoru goes, you were sure to never be within a ten-mile radius.Â
Well, usually.Â
âIâŚshit- Iâm in love with you.âÂ
Because avoiding Gojo like a plague really isnât saying much when said plague was currently sitting right next to you. Eyes boring into yours, signature smirk plastered on his face while he rattles off a disgustingly sweet confession - all on the set of your latest movie.Â
Somehow, in a cruel twist of fate, your co-star.Â
And to add insult to injury, this wasnât just any movie - it was only set to be the biggest romance film of the summer. So not only did you hate to tolerate Gojo, you had to pretend to be in love with him.Â
Perfect. Great. Wonderful. If only the check wasnât as tempting as it was, you think he wouldâve successfully driven you to an aneurysm already. Especially considering that the scene tomorrow was-
âCUT!âÂ
That snaps you out of your little reverie, bringing you back to the still very ongoing film shooting. You risk a glance at the disgruntled director, cheeks aching from the sappy fake smile you had to hold for this scene.
âSomething wrong?â you bat your lashes deceivingly innocently. You knew exactly what was wrong. And one look at Gojo - dressed to the nines and huffing sulkily at being interrupted in the middle of his monologue - told you that he did as well.
âIt just doesnât feel real.â The director shuffles his script, voice dropping to a sigh at your confused gazes. âThe spark, it doesn't feel real.â
âWhat?â you silently thank your years of acting for keeping your voice steady. You squirm in your seat the longer the silence stretches. This cozy little cafĂŠ they rented out too tight, Gojoâs fingers intertwined with yours too hot. Too soft.Â
âCâmon. You are in the perfect romantic set-up.â the other man gestures wearily at the cafĂŠ, at the dim-lighting and the proximity of your seats. âSo why do you two look like you want to just- strangle each other?â
âOoo kinky~â
Itâs the first time Gojoâs spoken up since the scene was ended early and honestly that was enough to have you fulfilling the directorâs suspicions.Â
âThat.â you give him a pointed stare. âThat is probably why.â
And that just draws out such an infuriatingly light chuckle from Gojo, as he sprawls all over his chair with the audacity of someone that owned this entire set. âLighten up. Youâve told us, nâ in the next take Iâll fix it. Easy peasy.â
If only it was that âeasy peasyâ. The director was anything but satisfied, running a hand through his hair frustratedly. âItâs not just me, even the public is worried whether your âfeudâ will get in the way of such intimate scenes. You-â he jabs a finger your way. â-better pretend like you want to kiss him senseless and you-â whirling now to Gojo. â-better act like youâve wanted nothing more for years- Not to mention tomorrowâs sex scene-â
Ah, right. The sex scene.Â
How could you forget? It might not be a walk in the park to giggle and make heart-eyes at Gojo, but to actually pretend to have sex with him? All on camera? Curse whoever wrote this damn script. You couldâve almost laughed at the universeâs absolutely awful sense of humor if it hadnât been for your paycheck - and the next words that tumble out of Gojoâs pretty mouth.Â
âWeâll ace it, you just watch.âÂ
You hurriedly snap your eyes to meet Gojoâs, sending him a look that says âbehaveâ, in a way that very much makes him not want to. Twinkling with such dangerous mischief that makes your stomach flip as he hums, âOr- Iâll ace it.â
God, was it a battle to remain professional. The only thing stopping you from snapping back being the way he squeezes your hand mockingly reassuringly - to which you send him a death grip back, of course.Â
âOh? Care to elaborate, Mr. Gojo?â the director asks, eyes flitting between the two of you. And you canât even laugh at the rest of the staff for almost toppling out of their seats in an attempt to hear his answer - because you are, too. Mind whirling as you lean closer, wondering just what nonsense would come out of Gojoâs mouth.Â
âWell, you could sayâŚâ he trails off suspensefully, like the smug bastard he is. Looking right in your eyes as he flashes an unfairly pretty smile your way. âIâm irresistible like that.â
Exactly the type of nonsense that would come out of Gojo Satoru, of course. And one glance at the director told you he was thinking the same thing. He was going to be the death of you. You canât help but breathe out shrilly, âYou fucking-â
âMy apologies, director, but our leads have a scheduled interview soon. Rest assured, we will be early on set for filming tomorrow.â
You were definitely giving Nanami a raise after this.Â
Because if looks could kill then Gojo would be six feet under and youâd be dancing on his grace already - and you let him know. A little over twenty times, actually, as the both of you are hastily escorted away from the set for an âemergency interviewâ.Â
It was a flimsy excuse, you both knew, but Nanami hadnât exactly felt like cleaning up a crime scene today. Instead, settling for a swift escape, the director calling out after you two to âLook like youâre gonna rip the clothes off each other tomorrow.â
Rip the clothes off each other, huh?
With the way things were going, you couldnât be surprised if you ripped him a new-
âCâmon, sweetheart~â Gojo gets out through giggles, that familiar cackle echoing in the narrow hallway leading to your trailer. âYâknow I was just having a little fun with that olâ man.â
He saunters unhurriedly behind your brisk pace, easily blocking the way you swing the door shut in his face. Letting it shut with such infuriatingly smooth nonchalance.Â
âFun?â you scoff, jabbing an accusing finger right in the middle of his sculpted chest.âDo you even realize the mess you couldâve made?â
âEasy there, mânot insured for these pecs just yet.â Gojo clasps your hands together. Some strange little part of your skin burning at the touch in- anger? Something else? But you donât think too hard about it, because heâs plowing on, âBesides, a little teasing never hurt anyone.â
Such a shame he was so pretty with the stupidest mouth.
âA little teasing? You practically declared to everyone in that room that weâre gonna fuck this up.â you move to pull him down by the collar instead, clearly unimpressed.
But oh you shouldnât have done that - because heâs so close now. Too close. Hot breath fanning your face, looking so smug as he murmurs unrepentantly, âDo you?â Chuckling lightly at your little head tilt, âDo you think weâll fuck it up?â
You clench your jaw, trying to keep it all together. â...No.â
âExactly. Weâre good then.â he winks.Â
âNo. Weâre not fucking âgoodâ.â you grit out. Wondering exactly how difficult it might be to bother the director into completely recasting the male lead for the movie. Looking up at that million dollar smile and- yeah, it would be very difficult. âYouâre so insufferable. I donât know why they cast you.âÂ
âMy good looks? My charisma? The way Iâm the-â he trails off with a sigh at your glare. âWell, youâre not exactly a ray of sunshine, sweetheart.â
âAt least I can act and-.â
He whines dramatically, cutting off your rant. âMe too!âÂ
This conversation was so ridiculous - but, hey, the great Gojo Satoru always did bring out the worst parts of you.Â
âNuh uh.âÂ
âYuh uh.âÂ
âThen why are you so stiff when acting like youâre in love with me?â
Somehow, that makes Gojo shut up. Mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water - gasping out a strangled little, âB-because- well-â And if you didnât know any better youâd say that was a light blush dusting his ears.
Only for a split-second, though, because heâs grabbing you gently by your shoulders, more seriously than youâd ever seen him. âFine. Listen, we both want the same thing right? To have pretend-sex and ace this film to win like five Oscars?â
And maybe at the heat of his newfound proximity, maybe at the way he was looking at you so goddamn intensely - you feel something hot and prickly pooling in your stomach. Swallowing thickly, you manage to get out, âIâll be the one winning the Oscars...but yes.â
Gojoâs gaze roams all over you - from the quirk of your eyebrow to the dress hugging you so sinfully tight. âThen weâll do it. Ace the scene.â
Traitorously, a shiver runs down your spine. And because the universe loves to play jokes on you, Gojo notices - of course, he does. Eyes lighting up with amusement and something you really didnât want to decipher as you blink up questioningly, âHow?â
âMethod acting, silly.â he rolls his eyes, as if he wasnât implying something that wasnât seen in even the cheesiest of romcoms. âThink of it as running lines.â
If there was ever a moment where your life flashed behind your eyes then this just might be it.Â
âYou-â you gulp, so hot all over. âYou better shut the fuck up and pray your face is insured because-â
At this, Gojo throws his head back and laughs - loud and boisterous. And usually youâd have a thing or two to say about keeping his voice down so as not to let anyone outside hear, but shit you were mesmerized. Damn, a weird little part of you kind of understood why directors loved him onscreen.Â
âFeisty,â he muses. âBut how can I shut the fuck up when theyâre second-guessing the two best actors in the game?âÂ
âThe best? Me, maybe.â you lean in closer, mouth as bitchy as ever - even when youâre so obviously crumbling bit by bit under his gaze. And he knew that. âBut not you.â
âWell, only way to find out is with tomorrowâs scene, right, sweetheart?âÂ
He drove you mad - everything from his heady cologne, to the way that overpriced button-up clung to him like second skin. But, donât pull away - how could you? Not when he inches closer ever-so-slightly. Not when he lets those overpriced glasses slide down his nose, eyes locked so heavily on you.
Fighting to keep your words steady, âThereâs nothing special about that scene, just fake moan in front of the camera, right? We donât need anyâŚâmethod actingâ.â
Gojo only raises a brow in amusement, lips curling into a grin that really makes you too aware of his little dimple by the corner. âThen whyâŚâ His eyes flicker down from his hands, searing on your shoulders, to yours - still grabbing his collar, just grazing the soft skin of his neck. Not pulling away. â...canât you let go of me, sweetheart?â
And then youâre kissing him - or maybe heâs kissing you, you really donât give a fuck. The only thing running through your mind being that shit this was Gojo bane-of-your-existence Satoru, and he tasted soâŚsweet. Like those cheap lollipops he often snuck on-set. Strawberry, you think.
But you donât get to confirm, because suddenly heâs pulling away mere millimeters. Whispering hotly, absolutely dripping with something dangerous, âSooo, is that a âyesâ to running lines?â
âUgh, shut up.â your lips ghost his. âAnd just fucking kiss me.â
And, well, Gojo doesnât have to be asked twice. Because it only takes a split second for his lips to find yours again.Â
Yeah, definitely strawberry lollipops.
You hadnât filmed any of the kissing scenes just yet, but damn you didnât expect him to be so hot and messy - like he was drunk off of you. Licking at the seam of your candied lips, groaning softly like he wanted more more more-
âSh-shit, Goj-âÂ
âCall me âSatoruâ when weâre fucking.â he cuts you off. âOr, my bad. When weâre ârunning linesâ.âÂ
Shameless. Though, you guess you werenât any better - not as you press yourself closer running your hands all over his sinfully thin shirt, feeling every bump and curve of his abs. âYou talk too much, Toru.â you hiss, muffled against his lips.Â
Oh that cute lilâ nickname had all the blood rushing to Satoruâs cock, you were so unfair.Â
âYou little minx.â Like a little punishment, heâs biting down on your bottom lip, tugging lightly at your surprised squeal. âYouâre gonna regret that.â
âHmm, I doubt it.â
And then your back is hitting the couch before you can react, bouncing lightly at the sheer force. And youâre so swept up in him - the way he hovers over you, arms looping around your waist, his knee wedging between your legs - that it almost hurts for you to pull away.
âPatience.â you huff out a laugh at Satoruâs disappointed whine, eyeing those pretty pink lips mere inches away from you. You just wanted them on yours. So badly. But no, there was something more important you had to do right now. âJusâ thought we should record our little rehearsal, whaddaya think?â
âRecord it?â
âRecord it.â
âRecord it, hmmm?â heâs whispering, more to himself than you. Fumbling with the zipper of your dress. âSo youâre sayinâ we tape it, let the camera see how pretty you look all fallinâ apart fâme.â Kissing down your neck, letting the flimsy fabric fall down, âNâ then we improve for the pretend sex. Shut all those snobby directors up by giving them the best fucking sex scene theyâve ever seen.â
âY-yes?â you mutter, as he starts tweaking your hardened nipples through your bra, clearly having way too much fun with this. âUnless-â
âFine by me.â
The fabric hits the floor before you even realize whatâs happening. Head spinning too much from the idea of being fucked on camera - by Satoru of all people, it takes you a second to realize that this bastard fucking ripped your dress off.Â
âYou probably broke-âÂ
âIâll buy you a new one.â muffled, as he kisses down your navel, blindly fumbling with his phone.Â
âIt was expensive.â
With an impatient sigh, Satoru sets the camera up on the coffee table beside the couch. âFive new ones.â Angling it just right to perfectly capture you - in all your disheveled, horny glory, and Satoru, smugly seating himself between your thighs.Â
âReady?â he asks, finger hovering over that damn red button.
Well, itâs just for rehearsal, right? Right?Â
âDo it.â you manage to get out, voice getting stuck in your throat at the faint ding! that rings throughout the heady room. âFor my Oscars?â
âFor my Oscars. Nâthe cameraâs gonna know.â
And whatever retort on the tip of your tongue dies when he rocks his hip against yours, grinding his cock against your soaked panties. Rock-hard and so damp with precum already - so big that any and all rational thinking flies out the window.
Which is probably why youâre letting out such a pretty gasp, âS-Satoru, I want-â
âWhat?â And Satoru only flashes you a devilish grin, hands spreading your legs as far as theyâd go on the couch. âThis?â
He licks a long, long stripe up your inner thigh, all the way till he just meets the hem of your drenched panties. Teasing. So hot and depraved in the way he breathes in your scent.Â
âOh fuck, sweetheart.â Satoru grunts, looking down in awe at the damp fabric, so flimsy and see-through with your sweet juices. You slick beading through so sloppily, just a hint of the state you were in. âYou donât know how you drive me mad.â
Rip!Â
Heâs so fucking starved that heâs just tearing your poor panties clean off. Throwing them behind him to God-knows-where before spreading your swollen folds with his thumb, showing off just how wet you were for him.Â
âYouâre a tease.â
âAnd youâre fucking addictive. Look how fuckinâ wet you are. For who, huh?â he slurs, breath hot against your cunt. Circling your entrance just barely with his fingertip, teasing you like he was addicted to those frustrated moans coming out of your pretty lips.Â
âSâfor you-â you whine, âAll for you, Satoru.â
âExactly what I wanted to hear.â
And thatâs all that needs to be said before heâs burying himself nose-deep. Drunk off your pussy as he licks long, languid movements. And it wasnât enough - never might be, actually, because only one taste and Satoru was like a man possessed.Â
Bullying his tongue between your folds, just dipping into your sloppy hole in a way that had your slick smearing all over his pretty face. Letting out such deep groans that had you clenching around his hot tongue.Â
Shit, if you knew that this was the way to shut up the great Gojo Satoru then you wouldâve done it a lot sooner. Because for one in his life, Satoruâs too entranced with something else to run his mouth, so fucking satisfied between your thighs.Â
âFuck- hah- think I like you better w-when hngh- youâre like this, Toru.â you purr, breath hitching as he bullies his tongue between your folds.Â
Maybe you were an idiot - maybe you were a genius, because that only sets him off more.Â
And suddenly Satoruâs pulling your body closer onto his hot mouth, like you were weighless. Pushing himself so impossibly closer while he makes out deeper with your wet cunt.Â
âAh! Hngh- Satoru-â you keen, tugging at his soft locks. As delirious as Satoru was pussydrunk. Drinking in all your cute lilâ whines of his name, angling your hips to lick all over like he couldnât decide between fucking your sloppy hole or toying with your poor, ravaged clit.Â
âMhm?â he murmurs, the vibrations making you squeal. Eyes rolling to the back of his head as lets your sweet juices slide down his throat. âYa like this?â Stretching you out on his tongue, thrusting in and out of your sloppy hole. Over and over- âLike when I tonguefuck your pretty pussy?â
âNgh- love it- sâgood. Ah fillinâ me up sâgood.â you squeal, bucking your hips desperately into his pretty face, broken little whimpers leaving you at each rough push of Satoruâs tongue.Â
And oh Satoru thinks he wouldnât mind being on his knees every day if it meant he got to taste you like this. âTell the camera too, sweetheart. Practice how youâll come around my tongue.â
Those words send a jolt up your spine - or maybe it was the way Satoru was sucking harshly on your clit. âF-fuck off.â
âMhmmm, nâ this is why Iâm the better actor..â
Ugh, this fucker. And with that you fight to turn your head - looking right in the camera. Feeling so fucking lewd as you let out such pornographic moans.
âYeah- feel sâgood.â you whimper, âWanted this for so long, ever since I first saw- ngh- you-â
And shit were you so fucking evil - at least warn a guy! Because that has Satoruâs heart lurching, almost jumping up from between your legs before it hits him with a pang - ah, right, you were just quoting your characterâs lines. Of course.
Well, two can play that game.
âYeah?â he mutters into your folds. Two fingers plunging knuckle-deep in your pussy, massaging your plushy walls. Roaming around for that one spot he knows will have you falling apart so deliciously. âCanât believe I waited sâfucking long. Yâknow how hard it was to hold back? With you wearing all those slutty skirts fâme?â
Your body is jerking violently, both at his - practiced - words, and the way he was devouring you like you were his favorite meal. His favorite taste.
So eager and in-character with the way he was setting such a dizzying pace on your poor cunt. Slick trailing down from his fingers, all the way to his wrist. So sloppy and- Pressing down. Hard. âFound it.â
And you can only sit there and take it, such cute little whines of Satoruâs name leaving you as he leaves no mercy. Jaw grinding deeper and deeper, maddening. Aching as he rolls and swirls his tongue against your clit over and over. And you were so-
âClose?â Satoruâs grunting and smacking his lips against your own. Truthfully, he didnât even have to ask - if the way you were trembling and squeezing so fucking tightly around him was anything to go by. âGo on darling. scream my name. Show off fâthe camera like you do best.â
âSh-shit. Toru- fuck yes-â youâve got an iron-tight grip on his hair now, pulling and angling him as you pleased for more. Barely able to let out those strained lilâ moans, definitely not with the way heâs dragging your sloppy pussy all over his face. Fingers cramping up from how rough he was going - but still not stopping.Â
âGo on. Cum fâme.â
And then you are. Letting out such a teary, strangled moan of Satoruâs name as you cum all over his face.Â
And itâs not just for the camera either - because this orgasm is probably the best one youâve had in a while. So hard that you donât even realize youâre arching and rocking your hips into Satoru, white-hot pleasure behind your eyes, blood roaring in your ears. Using him.Â
And he doesnât stop you. Why would he? You were so pretty falling apart all because of him. He wishes he could see this more oftenâŚ
âS-Satoru.�� you mewl, overstimulated. Jolting with each flick of his tongue, trying to close your legs but you canât - he wonât let you. Greedily lapping up all your sweet juices, everything that you give him.Â
âNope.â he drawls, finally pulling away, delicate strings of your slick snapping as he does. Looking so fucking drunk off of you that it makes your cunt quiver exhaustedly. âCâmon now, sweetheart, you were sâpposed to say my characterâs name. Sâhow the scene goes.â
Oh. Shit, you got too caught up. But one look at Satoru - eyes half-lidded, hair disheveled, your juices glistening all over the bottom half of his face so prettily - tells you he was much the same.Â
âWellâŚâ you huff, voice shot. âAccording to the script you were supposed to stuff that-â pointedly eyeing the achingly hard cock straining his pants, â-in my mouth first before eating me out. So here we are.â
With a chuckle, he rises slowly. âTouchĂŠ.â Looking you straight in the eyes - and probably into your very soul - as he pops his fingers into his mouth. One by one. Groaning at the taste of your sweet sweet juices while he sucks them clean. âBut I donât think Iâd last one second with those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.â
And it almost makes you want to tease him for it - one of Hollywoodâs biggest It Boys but you canât handle a lilâ blowjob? But all of that gets stuck in your throat as Satoru starts peeling off his shirt ever-so-slowly.Â
Shit, you think. All mouthwatering curves and dips, all the way from his toned, milky shoulders down, down, down to those neat tufts of white peeking out from the hem of his underwear. Sculpted like he was handcrafted so meticulously - a fucking masterpiece, you had to admit.Â
One that made you wish you took a longer look at all those shirtless magazine covers instead of throwing them out. One that had your thighs squeezing in such anticipation.
And Satoru seemed to be admiring you just the same, eyes locked on your pussy, the way it glistens and clenches around nothing - so ready for him. Distinctly aware of how pathetically needy you were being in front of the blinking camera, you crane your head to glance at it. Was it really capturing-
âNow now, first rule is to never look at the camera during this scene.â Only for Satoru to squish your cheeks together, forcing you into an embarrassing little pout as he turns you back to face him. âLook at me.â
And oh you canât not look at him.Â
Especially when he tugs his pants down, just enough that his throbbing cock springs out, so fucking long and pretty. Smearing glossy precum all over his abs, flushed your favorite shade of pink, rock-hard and so so angry. Shit, he was so hard it looked like it hurt.Â
âSatoruâŚâ you breathe, legs wrapping around his slutty waist to pull him closer. Only needier despite that little nagging voice wondering how the fuck youâd take his sheer size.
âSweetheart?â
âI remember he didnât do a lot of waiting in the script.â
And God were you right - but Satoru doesnât think he couldâve kept this act of restraint up any longer even if you werenât. Too impatient, too starved, his sanity dancing away from him with each second his fat cock wasnât stuffed inside your pretty cunt.Â
âMhm.â he purrs, one hand reaching down to drag his fat head up and down your slit. Heavy balls squeezing painfully at the way your lip wobbles in frustration. Up and down up and up and- âYouâre right.â
And then itâs like something snaps.
Because it only takes a split-second for Satoru to start splitting you apart on his massive cock. Big fat tears pricking at your eyes at the feeling that he was pushing all the way into your lungs.Â
âSh-shit, sâfuckinâ tight-â he lets out a low grunt at the slight resistance, taking everything in him to not just fuck into your snug pussy and use you like his little plaything. âYou gotta hah- relax, pretty girl.â
You needed to relax more - to breathe maybe, just something. You werenât even in the right state to wonder whether that little nickname was in the script - and God was Satoru thankful for that. Because all you can think of is how you never imagined what the bane of your existence would look with his cock stuffed in your dripping cunt - but now that youâve seen it, you think youâll imagine it for many lonely nights to come.Â
âHey, now. Donât get camera-shy just yet.â Satoru gives your ass a playful smack. âAfter all, this is only the best- part-â
Each word is punctuated with shallow, mindless little thrust to fit himself inside your dripping pussy. Such cute lilâ whines leaving your swollen lips that he really canât help but tease you a bit. Leering down at your fucked-out face with a smirk, âOr- my bad. Forgot such a scene would be hard for a rookie.â
Oh, did he know how to press your buttons just right.Â
Because immediately, youâre blinking away the delirious haze in your eyes, voice so adorably shaky - but determined - as you grit out, âBring it on, you B-list wonder.â
Thatâs all that has to be said before heâs finally bottoming out inside you, mercilessly. Inch by fucking inch. You gasp as his twitching balls smack your ass so lewdly, feeling his veins beat in such a slutty lilâ thump! thump! thump! against your heavenly walls.Â
âT-Toru- big- ngh- too fuckinâ big. Mâgonna break mpf-â his lips claim yours. Partially because itâs been way too long since heâs kissed your pretty lips, and partially because Satoru might just cum right then and there if he let you run your mouth.Â
So he lets his hips do the talking instead.Â
Cooing into your mouth at each little ah! ah! ah! every time he stuffed you full of his dick, quick, experimental thrusts to try and find that one spot he knows will have you falling apart so prettily.
âSounds so beautiful, sweetheart.â rocking his hips faster into yours. So hard you were sure heâd leave marks. âNo camera in the world can pick up how fuckinâ perfect ya are. Canât ngh- pick up those cockdrunk lilâ heart eyes.â Angling your chin just so that your sinful expression is caught on camera, âShit do ya even know youâre doing those? Might just make me lose it for real tomorrow. Might just make me sneak you off to the dressing rooms nâ-â Manicured fingers digging into your hips while he fucks you in jagged, purposeful strokes. Hitting that one spot. Hard. âFuck you all over again.â
You flinch as he uses you like some object. Dangerously liking it more and more as he smugly hits that magical spot over and over-Â
And it was so sloppy - so filthy with the way Satoru still had remnants of your slick all over his lips, matching the way you were soaking his cock. Fingers moving down to draw erratic little patterns on your clit, making it even messier.Â
Close - too close.Â
So, so desperate and debauched.
âCâmon. Show the camera. Tell the camera how much you love it.âÂ
âNgh- f-fuck you.â
âOh? Whoâs fucking who now?â heâs laughing at your absolutely wrecked state. You can feel Satoru twitch inside you as you mumble out such delirious little praises to the camera - were they coherent sentences? Youâll never know, because the next words that fall from his lips have your mind reeling.Â
âGod, mâaddicted to you, my girl.â
âThatâs not- ah- in the script, Toru.â you hiss. Close.Â
âI know. And neither is that.â he leaves such uncharacteristically gentle kisses down your neck. Miles away from the relentless place on your poor, abused pussy, fucking you deeper and rougher every time despite already bottoming out. âDoes it have to be?â
âTh-that doesnât ngh- make sense.â you gasp into his open mouth.Â
âDoesnât have to.â
Maybe itâs the way Satoruâs panting those words against your lips. Or maybe itâs the way heâs looking right in your eyes while he says them - like it would kill him to pull away. Maybe even that fleeting little kiss he leaves against your lips.Â
Because before you know it, youâre cumming and cumming so hard that you wonder whether youâd make it out alive. The only thing you can do is throw your head back and take it, thighs quivering, Satoruâs names spilling from your lips in such broken little whines while he thrusts so sloppy. Once. Twice.Â
âAh- this is gonna have me fallinâ, huh?â And then heâs letting out such a low, muffled moan of your name, filling you up with rope after rope of his cum.Â
What?Â
Itâs so messy - his cum overfilling your poor pussy, spilling out and coating his twitching balls. Shit, you canât even worry about whether it would stain that overpriced couch below you. Not when Satoruâs whispering out sweet- lines from the script?
âFuckinâ beautiful underneath me. Always was.â Hips still fucking into you - not even thinking at this point. âAlways will be. Such a vision onscreen, sweetheart.â So thick and hot, and dribbling all the way down your legs with every movement.
And then Satoruâs lips are finding yours again, tasting so unfairly sweet while he drinks in all your cute breathless gasps. âSuch a vision fâme.â
Those werenât from the script either.
Something soft. Something scary. Something that has you looping your legs tighter around his waist, letting him collapse onto you. Pulling him closer, in fact, because now that you know the weight of his body on yours, it just felt so right.
It takes a moment of silence for you two to catch your breaths, the still rolling camera being the last thing on your minds. Neither willing to speak first, because shit Satoru mightâve gone to countless red carpets and film sets but this - you are what strips him away from all the glamor and fame. Until he was just, well, embarrassingly Satoru.
The Satoru that was now shifting shyly in your arms, trying to get up. âUh- Hell of a way to run lines, huh? Better check the camera nâ see where to impro-â
He might be one of the biggest actors in modern Hollywood, but Satoru didnât fool you - not one bit. So without a word, youâre tugging him back to rest against you. Heart lurching just a little bit as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. Like a little hideaway - from the camera, from the world, hell, maybe even from you.
âYâknow,â he flinches ever-so-slightly at your teasing tone, giving you a playful bite. âI have one area of suggestion and it might just be that youâre too good at ârunning linesâ.â
â...Good enough to win those five Oscars?â
âNo.â
âThen guess I better prove it to ya, huh? Is the camera still on, sweetheart?â
Just then, some weird little part of you thinks that, hell, maybe you donât hate Gojo Satoru after all.
Not anymore, at least.Â
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