#aventurine honkai star rail

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖. 🍒 HOW THEY COMFORT YOU AFTER HAVING SEX WITH THEM .ᐟ

༄.° Paring : Phainon, Mydei, Aventurine, Fei Xiao x gn!reader

༄.° warnings : nsfw/smut, a lot of fluff, strap, (gentle) spanking, daddy kink, after-care, hickeys, thigh gripping, body worship, implied that reader is chubby. Over all there isn’t much warnings.

༄.° note : not proof-read sorry!

－୨ৎ PHAINON ；

The aftermath was quiet, save for the sound of your unsteady breathing. Your body still trembled, overstimulated and spent, the echoes of Phainon’s thrusts lingering like a phantom ache deep inside you. His cock had filled you so completely, stretched you open with a slow, deliberate cruelty that left your legs weak and useless beneath you.

Phainon exhaled a soft chuckle, voice smooth as silk as he traced lazy circles over your damp skin. “Worn out already?” His touch, so firm moments ago, had turned delicate—fingertips ghosting along your spine, pressing warmth into the lingering soreness. His other hand smoothed over your thigh, massaging away the tension he’d forced into it.

He shifted beside you, pulling you closer, his bare chest solid and warm against your back. “You take me so well,” he murmured, lips brushing the shell of your ear. His fingers drifted lower, skimming over the bruises his grip had left behind. “Should’ve been gentler.”

His tone was soft, but there was something almost pleased in the way he kissed your shoulder—like he loved seeing the evidence of himself on you. Still, he took his time now, easing you down from the high he’d dragged you to. He adjusted his position, letting you rest more fully against him, his cock still slick and heavy where it pressed against your thigh.

“Breathe,” Phainon murmured, stroking his hand through your hair. “I’ve got you.”

Your breath was still shaky, body still thrumming with the aftermath of him. Phainon held you close, his arms wrapped snug around your waist, his touch a stark contrast to the way he’d handled you just moments ago. His cock still rested heavy against your thigh, slick and warm, but he made no move to continue—just held you there, pressed against him like you belonged nowhere else.

You swallowed, voice coming out soft and tired. “You really wore me out,” you murmured, resting your hand over his where it lay against your stomach. His fingers twitched, then curled slightly, as if savoring the plushness of you beneath his palm.

A quiet chuckle rumbled in his chest. “I could tell,” Phainon murmured, his lips brushing against your shoulder. “You always try to keep up, but by the end, you just let me take what I want.” His fingers traced idle patterns over your skin, following the curves of your waist before dipping lower to your hip, where a faint bruise was already forming beneath his touch.

You huffed, shifting against him just enough to glance back at his face. “You don’t have to sound so smug about it,” you mumbled, though your voice lacked any real bite.

Phainon smirked, his grip tightening ever so slightly. “Can’t help it.” He shifted, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your shoulder before trailing his lips along the side of your neck. “You’re just too good for me.”

You sighed, letting yourself melt against him. His hands roamed lazily, smoothing over your soft thighs, ghosting over the marks he’d left on your skin as if he was trying to memorize every inch of you. He always did this after—touching, tracing, holding you close Like he never wanted to let you go.

His touch was different now—gentler, reverent, like he was savoring you instead of taking you apart. His fingers pressed into your softness, his palm spreading over your stomach again, rubbing slow circles against the plush skin. You felt his breath against your neck, warm and steady, grounding you in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

“You okay?” he murmured, his voice softer now, the teasing edge from earlier fading into something more tender.

You sighed, relaxing further into him. “Yeah… just sore.” Your hand found his and gave it a small squeeze. “You really don’t know how to hold back, huh?”

Phainon chuckled, low and pleased. “Not when it comes to you.” He shifted slightly, pressing his lips to your temple, his other hand continuing its slow, wandering path over your thighs, your waist, anywhere he could touch. “You can take it, though. You always do.”

You scoffed, though you couldn’t fight the warmth creeping up your neck. “You say that like I have a choice.”

Phainon smirked against your skin, nipping lightly at your shoulder before soothing the spot with his tongue. “You could tell me to stop,” he murmured. “But you never do.” His hand slid lower, squeezing the soft flesh of your thigh, as if to emphasize his point.

You shivered but stayed quiet, because he was right. Instead, you turned your head just enough to press a tired kiss to his jaw. “You’re so cocky,” you muttered.

“And you love it.” His voice was warm with amusement, but his hands never stopped moving—slow, lazy, possessive.

You exhaled, shifting slightly in his grip. “You’re not gonna let me move, are you?”

“Not for a while.” He pulled you in closer, his cock still pressed against your thigh, twitching slightly despite the tenderness in his touch. “Just stay like this.” His fingers traced over your stomach again, dipping lower, but not with any urgency—just enough to feel you, to keep you close.

You sighed, letting your eyes flutter shut. “Fine… but you’re carrying me to clean up.”

Phainon laughed, pressing another kiss to your shoulder. “Deal.”

✰

－୨ৎ MYDEIMOS；

The warmth of Mydei’s palm lingered on your skin, a soft sting left behind from the gentle spanks he’d given you earlier. He hadn’t been rough—not really. Just enough to make your breath hitch, to have you shivering against him, to leave the faintest warmth on your thighs and the curve of your ass. Now, though, his touch was nothing but soothing, tracing over the spots he’d struck as if to erase them. His cum oozing out of your entrance, as a little smirk formed on his lips.

You shifted in his lap, still catching your breath, your body spent from everything he’d done to you. His cock, still slick and heavy, rested against your thigh, a quiet reminder of how thoroughly he’d ruined you. Mydei sighed, pressing his forehead against your shoulder, his arms snug around your waist.

“You okay?” His voice was softer now, his usual sharpness dulled by the haze of exhaustion and afterglow.

You hummed, your fingers drifting up to play with the ends of his hair. “Mhm… just sore.” You paused, shifting slightly, feeling the warmth of his hands smoothing over your stomach, your hips, grounding you. “You really like spanking me, don’t you?”

Mydei huffed, his breath hot against your skin. “You react too well to it.” One of his hands left your waist to cup the curve of your ass, squeezing gently before rubbing slow circles where he’d spanked you. “Besides… I never do it too hard.”

You scoffed, pressing your face into his neck. “Still stings.”

“Tch.” He clicked his tongue, but his hands never stopped moving, kneading your soft skin, tracing over every mark he’d left behind. “Want me to kiss it better?”

You huffed a laugh, wiggling slightly in his lap, feeling his cock twitch against your thigh in response. “You’re ridiculous.”

He let out a quiet grunt, but you could feel the way his grip tightened just a little, the way his lips brushed against your temple, soft despite the roughness he always carried. “You’re the ridiculous one,” he muttered, shifting you slightly so you rested more fully against him. “Can’t believe you let me do this to you.”

You exhaled, letting yourself sink into his warmth, your fingers tracing lazy patterns over his chest. “You take care of me after,” you murmured. “You always do.”

Mydei was quiet for a moment, his arms tightening around you, his touch lingering where he’d marked you. “…Of course I do,” he said, as if the idea of doing anything else was absurd. His lips brushed against your shoulder, lingering. “I’ll clean you up in a minute,” he murmured, his voice lower now, quieter. “But stay like this for a little longer.”

You sighed, pressing a tired kiss to his jaw. “Yeah. Okay.”

You felt Mydei exhale against your skin, his breath warm and steady as he held you close. His fingers dragged over your thighs, then up to your waist, smoothing over the softness of your stomach before drifting back down again. His touch was lazy now, slow, as if he wasn’t ready to let go of you just yet. You didn’t mind. Being in his arms like this—after everything—felt grounding, safe.

“You always get so soft after,” you murmured, shifting slightly in his lap. His cock twitched against your thigh at the movement, but he didn’t react beyond the slow rub of his hands over your hips.

Mydei huffed, his lips brushing against your temple. “Only for you,” he muttered. His voice was quieter now, lacking its usual bite, like he’d poured out the last of his sharp edges into you and was left with nothing but warmth.

You smiled against his skin. “Good.”

His grip tightened slightly, fingers pressing into your softness before he let out a slow breath, forcing himself to relax again. His thumbs smoothed over the faint marks he’d left on your thighs, his expression unreadable as he traced over them again and again. You could tell he was thinking about them—about how hard he’d spanked you, about whether he’d gone too far.

“I’m okay, you know,” you murmured, tilting your head to press a soft kiss to his jaw. “You didn’t hurt me.”

His eyes flicked down to you, golden and unreadable for a long moment. Then, he clicked his tongue, his fingers giving your hips a small squeeze. “You’d tell me if I did, right?”

You nodded without hesitation. “Of course.”

Mydei studied you for a moment longer before exhaling through his nose, like he was only half satisfied with that answer. Still, his grip softened again, his hands trailing over your body in slow, grounding touches. “Good.”

Silence stretched between you for a while, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. You let yourself relax against him, your body still tingling from everything he’d done to you, from the aftershocks of pleasure that still pulsed through your limbs. His cock was still there, pressed heavy against your thigh, but there was no urgency left in either of you—just warmth, just the quiet hum of shared exhaustion.

“…You like seeing the marks, don’t you?” you murmured after a while, your voice laced with amusement.

Mydei stiffened for a fraction of a second before scoffing, turning his head slightly so you couldn’t see his face. “Tch. Don’t start.”

✰

－୨ৎ AVENTURINE ；

Aventurine’s touch was slow, teasing, as he traced his fingers over the faint warmth he’d left on your thighs. He had spanked you just enough to make you shiver, just enough to leave a lingering sting that had you clenching around him, whining so sweetly for more. But now? Now he was all indulgence, all slow, soothing touches as he massaged the tender spots, rubbing circles into your skin as if he hadn’t been the one to mark you up in the first place.

His cock still rested heavy against you, still slick with everything he’d done to you, but he made no move to do anything else. He was enjoying this part—holding you close, letting his hands roam over your softness, feeling you tremble under his touch. His voice was smooth as silk when he finally spoke.

“You always get so needy after, don’t you?” he murmured, pressing his lips to your temple. “Clinging to me like you can’t get enough.” His fingers dipped lower, smoothing over your stomach before sliding back up again, appreciating every inch of you.

You huffed, shifting slightly in his lap. “You’re warm,” you muttered, your voice muffled against his chest. “And you feel nice.”

Aventurine chuckled, the sound vibrating against your skin. “I do, don’t I?” His palm smoothed over your stomach, fingers spreading out to squeeze the soft flesh there before drifting lower, rubbing gentle circles into your sore thighs. “You’re so warm too, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “So soft… you fit in my lap perfectly.”

You huffed, squirming just a little, but he only tightened his grip, keeping you snug against his chest. His cock twitched against your thigh at the movement, still slick and heavy, a quiet reminder of how thoroughly he’d taken you. He let out a slow breath, nuzzling into your neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin there.

“You were such a good thing for me,” he murmured, his tone deep and sweet, like honey drizzling over your skin. “Taking everything I gave you, letting me leave those pretty marks on you.” His fingers trailed over the spots where he’d spanked you, pressing just hard enough to make you whimper. “Bet you’ll feel them tomorrow.”

You shivered, leaning into his touch, heat pooling low in your stomach despite how exhausted you were. “You were the one who kept telling me to take it,” you muttered, voice still breathless. “Daddy.”

Aventurine groaned softly at the title, his grip flexing over your hips before he chuckled, low and indulgent. “That’s right,” he murmured, his teeth grazing your ear. “And you were so good for me. So sweet. Letting me spread you out, take my time ruining you.”

You whined softly, pressing your face into his neck to hide your embarrassment. He loved this—loved drawing out every little reaction, loved making you squirm even after he’d already had his fill. His fingers continued their slow, lazy path over your body, tracing the curves of your thighs, your waist, your stomach—anywhere he could touch.

After a moment, you sighed, your body melting further into his embrace. “You’re gonna clean me up, right?” you mumbled.

Aventurine smirked against your skin. “Of course, sweetheart,” he purred. “Gotta take care of my precious thing.” He kissed your jaw, lingering, his hands still roaming, still enjoying you. “But let me hold you a little longer first.”

You exhaled, sinking into his warmth, letting his hands and voice lull you into a hazy, blissful calm. “Fine… but I’m not moving.”

Aventurine chuckled again, kissing the corner of your mouth before resting his forehead against yours. “Didn’t expect you to, darling.”

✰

－୨ৎ FEI XIAO ；

Fei Xiao’s fingers traced slow, thoughtful patterns across your thighs, her touch featherlight as she smoothed over the warmth she had left behind. The soft sting of her palm lingered, a quiet reminder of the way she had handled you—firm, teasing, always in control. You could still feel the weight of the strap resting between your legs, still feel how deep she had taken you, but she wasn’t moving now. Just holding you, feeling you, her breath steady against your skin.

She hummed, the sound low and pleased. “You always go so quiet after I fuck you,” she murmured, dragging her nails lightly over your stomach before flattening her palm, rubbing slow circles into the softness there. “What’s on your mind, sweetheart?”

You swallowed, shifting slightly in her grip. “Just… tired,” you mumbled. “You really did a number on me.”

Fei Xiao chuckled, her arms tightening around you. “Did I now?” Her lips brushed against your shoulder, teasing, but there was something softer beneath it, something warm. She rolled her hips slightly, just enough to remind you that she was still inside you, still filling you even now. “You took me so well,” she murmured, almost to herself. “Made the prettiest sounds for me.”

Heat pricked at your skin, and you nudged her with your elbow. “You always have to tease me, don’t you?”

She only laughed, shifting to kiss along the side of your neck, her lips dragging slow, deliberate paths across your skin. “Wouldn’t be any fun if I didn’t.” One of her hands slid lower, smoothing over your thigh before squeezing lightly. “But I mean it—you were perfect for me.”

You sighed, letting yourself melt further into her touch. “You gonna clean me up, or are we just staying like this forever?”

Fei Xiao grinned against your skin. “Tempting.” But she was already pulling back slightly, brushing her fingers through your hair, tucking you against her chest. “Just a few more minutes, then I’ll take care of you.”

You huffed, but you didn’t argue. “Fine. But you owe me a massage after.”

Her laughter was rich, indulgent. “Anything you want, sweetheart.”

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[dailyaventurinedoodles]

aventurine real or cake

173 - yeah.. idk go ahead

[honeybeeproud]

he promii (he would never lie)

[applealchemist]

i'm literally going insane i've been searching for this one specific ratiorine comic for an hour but i can't remember the artists name for the life of me... it was this one where aventurine walked into a hotel room i think and ratio was there and aven had like a cut on his next from a mishap during a bet and ratio started bandaging it up for him while lightly scolding him for being reckless i think and aventurine said something about how there was nobody who would mourn his death and that he stood to gain more then lose more so he had no reason not to and ratio told him that he'd mourn aventurine's death if he died

[maidflowery]

Fortified Wager ♠♠♠ 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 12

♦︎♦︎ Aventurine x Reader ♦︎♦︎ 𝕀𝕝𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕

🄱🄰🄲🄺 🅃🄾 【Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ １１】

𝕋𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕗 ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥

Goodbye, My Favorite Gambler

╔══ ≪ ♣♥♣ ≫ ══╗

“Aventurine—! Watch out—!”

You pulled him, not knowing where the strength came from. In the next moment, the position was reversed, with Aventurine beneath you. Even he was surprised, his eyes widening. You shielded him, desperate to protect every inch of him.

“BOTH YOU AND THAT WORTHLESS SLAVE CAN DIE TOGETHER—!!”

Please, just not Aventurine...!

Such was your heartfelt prayer as you clenched your teeth, bracing for the impact.

Instead of bone-wrecking pain, you felt an arm wrap around your back, pulling you into a tight, protective embrace.

Then, you heard him speak, right beside your ear.

“Fortified Wager.”

“WHAT?!”

You heard Big Baddie screaming for some reason, but before you could figure out why, there was a piercing bang, followed by the loud crash of something splintering apart.

And yet, there was no pain, only a relentless, blinding light that pierced even through closed eyelids. There were gasps and murmurs, mostly out of admiration.

“L-let go of me—!!”

Amid the commotion, you heard Big Baddie screaming in protest.

What is going on...?

You tried to get up, but the arm around your back refused to budge, pressing you firmly against his chest.

...Right.

Now that everything had settled down(?), you became increasingly aware of your predicament—namely, that you were trapped between his rock-solid embrace and a hard place.

Okay, maybe not so hard. The refreshing and familiar scent of pine and ripe fruits filled your nostrils. Your face was enveloped in firm, supple tenderness all around. Amid the gentle rise and fall of his chest, you could hear the rhythmic beat of his heart. Despite the growing noise around you, his heartbeat was the only sound you could register.

...Along with your increasing suffocation.

“Haa! ...Uh! Haa...! I—!”

It was only when you were gasping for breath, lightly but rapidly tapping his chest, that he finally let you go.

“Pwah! What on earth just?!”

You instantly sat up, turning around.

“...Wow—!”

Nothing could have prepared you for what you were about to witness.

The darkness of the night stretched endlessly beyond the window, yet all around you was bright, as if it was in the middle of the day. Even more brilliant than the moon shining in the sky was the second sun in front of you—a radiant golden shield. Light pulsed from its translucent surface, which shimmered like the facets of a gem.

At that moment, you realized what it was—magic. Or at least, that was the term used here on your humble planet, Aerth, where the majority of the population were non-magic users.

Beyond the shield lay the scattered remnants of the poker table, with bottles and glass shards strewn everywhere. Big Baddie sat not too far away, with his arm twisted behind his back by a tall man with stone-gray hair—the Dealer.

“Let go—!! I said, let fucking go—!!”

Big Baddie struggled with all his might, but to no avail. In contrast, the Dealer simply maintained his friendly smile while restraining Big Baddie’s arm with one hand. Seeing a huge guy being held back by a man half his size was such a comical sight.

He’s POWERFUL, alright!  

Amid all the thrashing, you couldn’t help but notice that Big Baddie’s nose was as red as a reindeer's. A few shallow cuts criss crossed his face. According to the law of physics, when an immovable object meets an unstoppable force, the strongest one prevails! (Source: Trust me, bro.)

A simpler explanation was that he probably got hit by a chunk of the table and flying glass shards. The whole place was a mess, anyway. Wood chunks and glass shards, ranging from tiny to large, littered the nearby floor. And yet, none of it even scratched you, all thanks to someone.

You gleefully turned around, your heart brimming with gratitude.

“Aventurine, thank yo—hya!”

But the moment you laid your gaze on him, your eyes went wide as saucers, and your jaw almost fell to the floor.

Violet-cyan eyes narrowed tenderly, shimmering with festive, colorful flash of lights

“Shouldn’t that be my line?” he spoke in a mellifluous voice. “Were you trying to protect me?”

A delightful grin tugging at his slightly parted lips. It was neither the smug smile of a lucky gambler on a winning streak, nor the playful grin of a flirt who teased you endlessly, nor the cold, calculating smile you never knew he had.

Be it his gaze, smile, or voice—they were all dripping with sweetness, like honey.

Under normal circumstances, you’d have exploded instantly.

B-but, this is just...!

Wildly tousled blond hair, gleaming gold in the light. A long, golden scarf lies carelessly across the carpet, abandoned in the heat of the moment.

After falling to the floor, calling his attire disheveled was an understatement—his shirt was wide open!! Rather than “protecting” him, it just looked like you had pushed down your idol and pounced on him!!

Moreover, not only did you get a full view of his broad, firm chest, but also the lipstick mark planted right in the middle!

Goddamn it! Whose brilliant idea was it to put so much lip tint?!

That was right: yours. Wanting to go above and beyond as Aschenputtel, the bad girl waitress, you applied more lip tint than usual to achieve a flaming shade of red.

Not wanting to be known as ‘that one rabid fan who defiled Aventurine’, you instinctively reached toward the mark—i.e., his chest, but your common senses prevailed at the last second.

Hold on, Sister! What are you trying to do there?!

The only thing that made this an accident was the lack of intent behind it. Had you succumbed to your impulse, it’d have become a full-blown assault case.

What am I supposed to do?!

You were panicking and screaming internally. If only someone—anyone—would tell you what to do next! Heck, you’d even consult an online forum at this point!

Help! A Fangirl Seeking Advice

Hey everyone,

So, a totally embarrassing situation happened, and I need some advice! 😳

Circumstances (totally not my fault, I swear) led me to push down my idol—I know, right?! 😱 Anyway, when I finally sat up, I realized I’d accidentally smeared my lipstick all over his chest! What am I supposed to do now??

Should I:

A. Casually reach out and wipe it off? (Maybe pretend it’s no big deal?) B. Feign obliviousness and just play it cool?

Help a girl out—what’s my next move? 😅

“Leave it be.”

Your idol’s husky voice, rich with smooth allure, pulled you from your reverie.

“H-huh?”

What does he mean by that? Leave WHAT be? It couldn’t be, right...?

When you sneaked a peek at Aventurine, he was grinning ear to ear, glancing at the same spot as you.

Busted. Your idol caught you staring respectfully at his chest.

You turned red from head to toe, like a lobster simmering in a pot.

“N-n-no!! I didn’t mean to!!”

“You can leave it be. I’m honored, actually,” he spoke like a true gentleman, utterly sincere.

“I'm honored,” he said, despite the shame you had brought him. And of all moments to flash that angelic smile, he chose now! He looked just like a sheltered rich heir, bewitched by a rowdy woman on his first-ever night out at a club!

As you were tormented by guilt, you realized something.

Actually, yeah—besides shame, what else did you bring him?

That’s right!! Nothing!!

You had brought him nothing but shame!!!

You crashed his poker game, sat semi-willingly on his lap, made a grand public confession, and, above all, punched his opponent while he was still there, dragging him into the mess. Then he saved you—twice—once after the fight and again during your attempt to save him, reducing him to this hot mess—sorry, mess. Just mess.

Everyone must be ogling him right now! I can’t let this happen! It’s the only right thing to do!

Your urge to wipe off the lipstick was quickly replaced by the urge to cover him up—namely his chest, his chest, and his chest.

—No, that’s not it! I should be thanking him first!

“Above all, I must say, I’m glad the shy and demure Aschen is back. Had she been here the whole time, I might have actually made it through the night without a dozen near heart attacks.” Aventurine smirked, this time openly teasing you.

‘Aschen’...

Your heart fluttered ever so slightly. Gosh, it wasn’t even your real name! What was wrong with you?

Aventurine went on.

“I have plenty to say to you. Now, don’t look so anxious. Naturally, I’d want to fully express my gratitude to my benefactor.” He offered a reassuring smile before tilting his head slightly in invitation. “Shall we find a seat first? Or do you prefer this arrangement? Either works for me,” he said with perfect courtesy, like a gentleman reserving a dinner for his date.

...Wait. ‘This’ arrangement?

—OH, FUCK!!

You'd heard of selective perception before, where someone blocked out shocking details, leading to an incomplete or altered perception of the scene

In your case, it was the fact that you were straddling him—both legs on either side of his waist.

How the fuck did I not—oh, fuck!

A new dark chapter of your life had been released!!

“S-sorry!”

“Haha!”

As you scurried off him, you could hear him chuckle.

...You had to admire the way he casually lay on the floor as if everything were just as it should be. Then it occurred to you—you should have helped him up. Heck, you should have done so from the very start!

You instinctively reached your right hand forward.

...Ah, right.

Only then did you realize your hand was still wrapped around the gems he had given you. Clutching them tightly had become second nature by now.

You opened your palm, presenting it toward him. “Aventurine, I’d like to return these—"

Then, for the second time that night, you saw his ever-present smile vanished without a trace, his violet-cyan eyes widening slightly.

Wondering why, you glanced at your hand.

“Eek!”

Even you couldn’t help but shriek. 

Perhaps because you had been gripping them as if your life depended on it, the facets of the gems—especially the emerald—cut into your palm. They were shallow but still bled, staining the gems with blood.

Gross!

How could you return your idol’s belongings in such a sorry state?! No wonder he was so shocked!

You hurriedly wiped them on your skirt, even polishing them to make them shine again. Then, you examined them under the light.

Okay, as good as new!

“Here!” you smiled as you presented them to Aventurine.

“Keep them, I insist.”

Perhaps thinking you were rejecting out of politeness, Aventurine gave you a coaxing smile, persuading you into accepting his gifts.

Honestly? Every fiber of your being urged you to keep the gems. Who wouldn’t want to be rich? You’d be set for life! You could wash your hands of this traumatic incident, college, tiring part-time jobs—and just go on a trip somewhere! You even pictured yourself buying a mansion with a swimming pool. Let’s not forget a car or two, so you could finally kiss your old work scooter goodbye!

Like, seriously, who could say no to that? Anyone would understand! And he insisted so strongly, rejecting him would’ve felt like an insult!

“I can’t accept these.”

Hearing you said this firmly, Aventurine furrowed his brows in confusion.

“Why? As far as I could tell, you didn’t seem to dislike them.”

“...But they mean the most to you, don’t they?”

You still remembered his words: "This is the most precious item on my person right now."

Hence why you held onto them so tightly.

“...!”

Aventurine seemed to recall that as well. This time, his eyes widened completely in shock, leaving him speechless.

While Aventurine was still stunned, you took his hand, placing the emerald and the sapphire collar pin on top of it.

“That’s why—I can’t accept these.”

Since they were his most valued possessions, they deserved to go to someone he cherished just as much—not someone who relied on liquid courage to offer a few words of support or hid behind a mask to confess.

Naturally, this was just your personal sentiment.

A pair of violet-cyan eyes studied your expression, silently asking, "Why?" before shifting to your scratched-up right palm, as if asking the same question again.

He looked just as lost as when he first asked why you refused them. His hand, where you had placed the gems, remained open.

“—Why? Because a slave gave them to you?”

“Ms. Aschenputtel, I may be worth only a few measly coins, but I can assure you that my gifts are not.”

Back then, despite knowing he had given you these gifts with the utmost sincerity, despite knowing his background, you couldn’t say anything due to sheer panic.

But now, after confessing to him through hell and back, you finally felt you could say it. No, you had to say it while you could.

“Aventurine...”

You locked eyes with him, and he gazed back just as intently. At that moment, it felt as if you two were the only ones in the world.

You gently took his hand in both of yours. “Everything about you is precious to me.”

For a brief moment—ever so slightly—you saw your dear idol’s multicolored eyes falter as myriads of emotions flashed across them.

You were closer than ever, yet impossibly distant.

You, Aschenputtel, a girl who didn’t even exist.

How would he react when he realized that wasn’t even your real name? That you were merely posing as a waiter? That you had been lying right under his nose this whole time?

Surely, once he found out, even the words you were about to say would be dismissed as just another lie.

Aah, truly...

Yours was a meeting not meant to be.

You and he came from two different worlds.

Try as you might, there was a boundary you couldn’t breach—a line you couldn’t cross.

Smile. You had to smile—because tonight would be the last.

“I’ve always been your fan, and I often watched you from afar.”

Amidst the dazzling, shimmering sea of gold he racked overnight, you were akin to a speck of gold dust; drifting, vanishing before you even made your presence known.

Yet, you thought, a glimpse of that pair of cyan layering on violet eyes would suffice.

A fleeting glance on a passing night—for an everlasting dream.

He was an unattainable hope, and you dared not wish for more.

You could no longer see his expression through your blurred vision.

“—Just being able to see you and cheer for you already made me so happy!”

Goodbye, my favorite gambler.

A faint, warm sensation traced a slow path down your cheek. It landed on the emerald in his palm, making the gemstone glisten.

In the next moment, the jewels disappeared from view as he reached toward your face. Your vision cleared at that moment, allowing you to catch a glimpse of his expression.

Was it unwillingness?

“—IT’S THAT BITCH OVER THERE! MAKE SURE YOU CAPTURE HER FIRST!”

Surprised by Big Baddie’s roar, you let go of Aventurine’s hand and turned around.

“Eek!”

“Hey! Watch out!”

In the distance, the crowd murmured in protest as a group of rowdy-looking men in leather jackets forced their way past them. You could tell at a glance that they were Big Baddie’s lackeys.

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🄾🄽🅆🄰🅁🄳 🅃🄾 【Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ １3】

[aven-of-spades]

— aren't you grateful you survived?

[ufofrommarss]

Aventurine of Stratagems ♠️

[aventurineswife]

Hearts Are the Riskiest Suit

Summary: On a luxurious honeymoon cruise, you find yourself caught in Aventurine’s endless game of flirtation and high-stakes gambles. But beneath his charming facade, you know his tells—the subtle cracks in his confidence that only you can see. When a quiet moment turns into a battle of wit and desire, you decide to raise the stakes, and Aventurine, ever the risk-taker, is more than willing to go all in.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Mild Spice (Suggestive Themes), Established Relationship, Playful Banter, Teasing & Flirting, Emotional Depth, Aventurine Being a Smooth Talker

Warnings: Mildly Suggestive Content (Flirty dialogue, close proximity, lingering touches, and an intimate kiss, but nothing explicit), Aventurine’s Emotional Guardedness (Hints of his deeper struggles and vulnerability), Gambling & Risk Motifs (Used metaphorically in their relationship).

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @lixhizy, I hope you love this!! 🥺💖

The luxury cruise liner glided through the cosmos, its crystal-paneled decks shimmering under the soft glow of distant stardust. The honeymoon suite was nothing short of extravagant—floor-to-ceiling windows revealing an endless sea of constellations, the bed adorned with deep emerald sheets that matched Aventurine’s signature hues, and a private lounge with a fully stocked bar for the couple’s indulgence.

Aventurine, ever the showman, had spared no expense. The moment you had stepped into the suite, he had tipped his hat with a playful smirk and gestured toward the lavish setting as though presenting a grand prize.

"Welcome, my dearest, to our little slice of paradise. Care for a wager? How long until you fall hopelessly in love with me all over again?"

You had only laughed, rolling your eyes at his theatrics—but now, hours later, sitting across from him at a private table set for two, you were finding it impossible to ignore the intensity in his gaze.

He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand, eyes glinting behind the tint of his rose-colored glasses. His other hand idly toyed with a poker chip, rolling it between his fingers with practiced ease.

"You’ve been rather quiet, sweetheart," he mused, voice velvety smooth. "Lost in thought? Or just lost in me?"

You scoffed, spearing a piece of the dessert he had so smugly presented earlier. "If I were lost, I’d know better than to follow you. You’d lead me straight into a gamble I can’t win."

His grin widened. "Oh, but that’s the fun of it, isn’t it?"

There was a glint of something deeper beneath his teasing—something almost vulnerable. Though he wore his confidence like a second skin, you had come to know the subtle cracks in his armor. The way his fingers sometimes hovered over his choker, the way he hid his left hand behind his back when a gamble truly mattered.

Like now.

"You’re holding something back," you murmured, setting down your fork.

Aventurine’s smile didn’t falter, but there was a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze. He leaned back in his chair, spinning the poker chip once more before flicking it onto the table. It landed perfectly upright, balanced on its edge.

"Am I?"

You stood, moving toward him with deliberate steps. He didn’t move, but you caught the way his breath hitched ever so slightly as you leaned down, resting your hands on the arms of his chair.

"I know your tells, Aventurine," you whispered. "You might be able to bluff the entire universe, but not me."

For a moment, he simply looked at you—analyzing, calculating, debating whether to let you win this particular round. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he reached up, slipping his fingers beneath your chin.

"And yet," he murmured, tilting your face closer, "you still play the game, don’t you?"

The space between you vanished.

His lips brushed yours with the barest hint of pressure—just enough to tease, just enough to leave you wanting more. His breath was warm, tinged with the faint taste of wine and something decadently sweet. When he finally pressed in fully, it was slow, indulgent, a calculated risk met with an even bolder reward.

Your hands slid to his shoulders, fingers tangling in the soft fur trim of his coat. He hummed against your lips, pleased, smug, and utterly intoxicating.

"Careful, darling," he whispered against your mouth, "or I might start to think you're letting me win."

You pulled back just enough to smirk. "Who says I’m not?"

He chuckled, low and knowing. Then, in a single fluid motion, he pulled you into his lap, his hands settling at your waist, fingers tracing slow, idle patterns over the fabric of your clothes.

"Shall we up the stakes?" he murmured, voice dipping into something more suggestive, more dangerous.

Your heart pounded, but you refused to back down. "What are you wagering?"

His grin was wicked as he leaned in, his lips ghosting over your pulse point.

"Everything."

And just like that, you were all in.

[pxvonine]

[dailyaventurinedoodles]

aventurine except he's an even rawer gemstone

Day 174 - he doesnt like to go out of the house unless hes polished so be nice

[seafoamweed]

what have i done. every time aventurine comes onto my screen, i’ll say, “get out of my way, gay boy !” and now he’s infesting my dashboard. i am so sorry, gay boy. not really. get out of my way.

[slutforsnow]

yall ever just sit and realize shit

like Aventurine is HSRs Finnick Odair and I need people to talk about it

[yaoyaobae]

Cowboy Comin’ Through! 💥

[haejjoon]

i think we as a societyshould make aventurine smile more

[ahakiwili]