#smooth talk

[filmaticbby]

Smooth Talk (1985) dir. Joyce Chopra

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

My Top 25 First Time Watches of 2024!

1. Love Streams (John Cassavetes, 1984) 2. Série noire (Alain Corneau, 1979) 3. Christine (Alan Clarke, 1987) 4. La morte vivante (Jean Rollin, 1982) 5. The Long Goodbye (Robert Altman, 1973) 6. Les Nuits de la pleine lune (Éric Rohmer, 1984) 7. Quatre nuits d'un rêveur (Robert Bresson, 1971) 8. La prima notte di quiete (Valerio Zurlini, 1972) 9. Céline (Jean-Claude Brisseau, 1992) 10. Angel Dust (Sogo Ishii, 1994) 11. Duelle (Jacques Rivette, 1976) 12. Les chambres rouges (Pascal Plante, 2023) 13. You Can’t Take It with You (Frank Capra, 1938) 14. Smooth Talk (Joyce Chopra, 1985) 15. Lemora: A Child’s Tale of the Supernatural (Richard Blackburn, 1973) 16. The ’Burbs (Joe Dante, 1989) 17. Daisy Kenyon (Otto Preminger, 1947) 18. Road (Alan Clarke, 1987) 19. Drylongso (Cauleen Smith, 1998) 20. Once Upon a Time in the West (Sergio Leone, 1968) 21. Little Odessa (James Gray, 1994) 22. The Company of Strangers (Cynthia Scott, 1990) 23. The Black Tower (John Smith, 1987) 24. Ocaña (Ventura Pons, 1978) 25. Valerie and Her Week of Wonders (Jaromil Jireš, 1970)

(My list in Letterboxd -click here-)

Happy New Year!

[foggyactually]

I have a type and it's smooth-talking "carefree" idiots.

[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.

[titanebaby]

happy solstice! my favorite season <3

[blacknarcissus]

Smooth Talk (1986)

[jdbrecords]

My poem, "Handy Man,” & two others in the Southern Gothic issue of Front Porch Magazine.

All 3 poems are in my poetry collection, RE-ANIMATOR, preorder here.

[sacredwhores]

Joyce Chopra - Smooth Talk (1985)