#night rails

[opikiquu]

[ahyuggg]

titled these files “domestic gays” 🦚🛁

[earthtooz]

jealous ratio bc i wont him, inspired by the simulated universe occurrence, banter about marriage hehe

"Dr. No. 5 asked me to be his research partner today," you mumble half-heartedly to Veritas. It was an ordinary night, you're curled into his side with your phone in hand, watching the latest series you've been invested in whilst he occupies his mind with a book, held by one hand whilst his other is wrapped around you.

However, when he registers your confession, he tenses, slightly scrunching the pages of his book as the arm around you stiffens, muscles contracting.

"And what did you say?" He asks, feigning collectedness.

"I agreed."

His book slams shut and he shoots upward to a sitting position, baffled by the nonchalance of your tone. How cruel, you have betrayed him in the most despicable of ways, do you not care? Agreeing to be someone else's research partner is akin to that of spitting on his heart and stomping it flat, have you no respect for the laws of academic loyalty (there is no such thing), or is he the only one in your relationship devoted to it?

An idiot. You will be working with an idiot and you somehow see no flaw in that, where is your integrity as his lover?

"What does that fool have that I don't?" He all but cries, yanking your phone from your hands and setting it on his bedside table.

"What are you blabbering about?" You ask, looking up at him with inquisitive eyes, confusion shining in your irises.

"I'm supposed to be your only research partner, I cannot believe that you've gone and betrayed me like this."

"Pray tell, Veritas, how is this a 'betrayal'?"

"I would never choose to be anyone's research partner if I'm not yours, but today I've discovered that my devotion is not only unreciprocated, but unappreciated! How unfathomable."

The purple-haired turns his muscular back to you, giving you the cold shoulder. Slowly you sit up and lean on his toned body, hand resting on his deltoid and you can already see the way he tries to fight the effects of your touch. "Dear, you wouldn't be anyone else's research partner because you think majority of people are 'idiots' and aren't worthwhile academics to invest time into."

"Precisely why I cannot believe that you have agreed to work with No. 5, who is undeniably, irrefutably, and undoubtedly, a simpleton!"

You bite your tongue when it threatens to spill that you think No. 5 is not as bad as Veritas assumes, but that would outrage the scholar even more and you do not want to spend the better half of your day purposefully ruining it.

"The pay was good," you reason, daring to place a kiss to his neck. "But you are still superior in my heart, Veritas. Do not fret, if I am to seek a research partner, you would be my first and only choice."

"How long will your project span for?" He asks begrudgingly.

"6 months of research, writing, and editing. After that, I am not too involved with the publishing process."

"Oh how it stains me picturing your name beside another imbecile's."

You sigh, sitting up straighter to wrap both arms around his neck. "Your name could be beside mine permanently if you got down to one knee and presented me a ring, but alas, perhaps I shall be waiting another few research papers for that to happen."

You can't see the fond smile on his face, but you yelp when he turns around suddenly to push you against the comfort of your mattress, his lips claiming yours.

© EARTHTOOZ 2024, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

[shunsuiken]

cw. mdni + afab!reader + he eats you out + no thoughts no nothing my clit wrote this, goodnight!

for some reason jing yuan hasn't stopped running his goddamn tongue over your clit for the past thirty minutes. you're lying there. tits out, pussy on display and your lips swollen from so much biting (and a make out session that he'd teased you criminally with for who knows how long).

"a- are you not satisfied yet?" you can barely whisper, your throat dry and your vision blurry from the edging. "i wanna cum, yuan," you whine softly, throwing your arms over your face—either to muffle out how pathetic you sound or to hide how fucked out your expressions are from just your lover's tongue.

"you amuse me, beloved,” he chuckles, voice hoarse as your wetness coats his chin. “earlier you admitted that you were in need of some assistance down here—” he licks a long stroke upwards on your bud and it makes your thighs close around his head instinctively. “—and how could i refuse my darling little sparrow?” he lowers his head again, letting his tongue roll over your bud again, keeping a sharp eye on how your mouth opens and closes, mewls spilling from your lips.

earlier you claimed that you were in need of attention… a different type of attention. one where jing yuan would need to be slotted right in between your legs in order to placate the feral feeling. he remembered how you waved your hands offhandedly, desperately trying to conceal how you needed him by shrugging it off. you didn’t want to burden him with something trivial like this! it’s not like you can’t do it by yourself (as you have done for yourself, plenty of times).

however, when jing yuan listened to your reasoning, he couldn’t help but lock in on the way your lips moved, the way your eyes darted to all corners of the bedroom, the way you played with the tips of your fingers. you poor little thing… you were just nervous to ask for his help! so with a little kiss on your forehead, and one chaste kiss on your lips, he gently coaxed you onto your shared bed. his hand caresses comforting circles on the small of your back while his other hand rises to push some hair strands away from your face.

“look at how radiant you are before me, beloved mine, you need but simply ask for my assistance whenever it is required,” he had told you tenderly, adoration dripping in his tone as he observed your expression—an expression heated in the cheeks, slightly embarrassed by his wording but the relief that sparkled in your eyes was a no brainer to the general.

you can only huff a pant and a small ‘okay’ as his sturdy hands keep your thighs open for him, licking the velvet of your folds, allowing you to enjoy the high of it before reaching your peak.

[haliaiii]

Please tell me I’m not the only one who sees this

[thegroundhogdidit]

pre-relationship loumand is so funny like louis visibly hated armand's theater production but he kept going anyway because he wanted to fuck him. badly.

[robasarel]

[yandere-romanticaa]

I like to imagine that Sunday likes to watch you enjoy simple, every day activities.

Be it cooking, cleaning, dressing up, applying makeup, absolutely everything you do is positively enchanting to him. Frankly, it's embarrassing how much you have the head of the Oak Family wrapped around your little finger.

His one saving grace is the fact that he is impeccable at holding himself back. Yes, he wishes to caress the soft skin of your neck. Yes, he wishes to ravish you in a way someone of his status has no business of doing so... But that makes it even more tempting, doesn't it?

The cherry on top is that you do not have a single clue about his true feelings.

Those same feelings start to impact his work. He loses focus on meetings, misplaces his items all over the manor. It becomes so bad that the Watchmaker himself goes so far to ask him what is wrong with him.

Sunday coughs into his hand, deep scarlet staining his pale cheeks. He dismisses any and all accusations but the Watchmaker is having none of it.

"Just take what you want young man." said the Watchmaker.

Those words stuck to him like glue.

Perhaps he should. But will he?

Sunday continues to indulge in your company far more often than he ought to. The guilt he feels is immense, unbearable even. However, if he were to ever see you in the arms of anyone that was not him...

He shudders. His throat is dry and he feels himself heaving, the raging heart in his chest might just give in to the scorching hot pain.

Sunday comes to the decision that he would rather die than to see any other outcome.

[pasharuu]

both of us already know who it is

fish stealing incident

[b1adie]

[illiaccrest]

You know what else Aventurine needs is a nap buddy.

[dark-night-hero]

Imagine being Jing Yuan significant other.

Imagine stirring awake in your sleep as you slowly register the heat of the morning sun entering the room. Brows frowning, you open your eyes gently, being mindful of the sun, only to be greeted by a hand shielding you away from the sun. "Good morning sleeping head." It was your lover in his deep, husky morning voice. Squinting and staring at him, you move only to get close and snuggle close to him earning a huff and a laugh. "Alright, let's sleep some more."

Imagine slapping him by his arm when he wouldn't stay still as you dress him. "Darling! Stay still!" At this point, you might end up poking him by his accessories. "But dearest, I don't want to go" He whine like a child causing you to slap his arms once again in disapproval, also earning a groan from your lover as well as a pout.

Imagine standing there behind him, hands crossed on your chest as you look down at the car snuggling into your legs. Smiling at the little guy, you turn your attention back on your lover as he water the plants. And suddenly, he was looking at you. "Hello dearest." He smiles gently at you in which you return. "Hello darling. How's your day going?"

Imagine visiting during your free time, taking your sweet time before dropping of into his office. Greetings the people as you went on, you finally arrived at his office. Knocking three times, you open the door only to find your lover silently dozing off. There he was living up to his title as the dozing general. Looking around, you silently made your way beside him before sitting down.

Imagine the way you reach out a hand to brush away his hair away from his face when he lean in into your touch. Upon doing so, you had the urge to pinch his cheeks if it was not for your self control. Sighing to yourself, you gently withdraw away from him and quickly scan the paper works left on his desk when the door opened and "gene!-ral?" The man halted upon setting his eyes upon you. Is it urgent? You signed to the man only for him to shake his head, waving the papers in hand. Come here. You signed.

Imagine Jing Yuan finding himself on a rather comfortable position, his head lay down on a rather comfortable and familiar lap causing him to get up if it was not for you caressing his cheek all the way up into his hair. "Good evening sleepy head. Did you have a nice nap?" "You should have awaken me, dearest." "I figure out that letting you take a nap would be a much better choice darling." You smile down at him.

Imagine being Jing Yuan may not be as adventurous and active as you two were once was. Those were, another stories of your youth that has now passed by and carved into ever lasting memories. What's important is that, the two of you were still here, still by each other side. Still in each other’s arm.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2024°

: I came here after the animation, bye.

[ssnapdragoon]

would you give her those three funny numbers on the back of your credit card

[dailyaventurinedoodles]

what if Ratio got tired of Aventurine messing around with his chips so he took Aventurine's chips away :(

123 - ruckus >:(

[aratribow]

For my BELOVED @itsredpaint !! ^^ And a LOVELY snippet from mah waif sarcassie!!

Dan Feng acts as if he doesn’t hear the subtle whisper of fur brushing against wood, nor see the sliver of light followed by a faint shadow as the curtain is pushed aside, nor hear the delicate steps approaching him until…

A tail—two, three, nine—appears in his lap, the fur as brilliant as the translucent traces of a first snowfall, the strands intertwined with the rays of the setting sun.

“And where might you have been?” Dan Feng chuckles fondly, turning the page of a manuscript he has been passing the time with.

Once more, he feigns ignorance as his hair is gathered with a gentle touch, claws tracing the skin of his neck in a featherlight tease. The life of a deity is often dull in its immortality, yet this unspoken game is a routine Dan Feng never tires of.

His response is a soft yet coy chuckle. “Have you come to miss your most loyal priest’s company so soon?”

Deft fingers thread through inky black hair, the movements so masterful it would be nigh impossible to notice if not for Dan Feng’s familiarity with the strokes.

“You are my *only* priest, Jing Yuan,” Dan Feng notes, amused.

“That only makes my words all the truer, does it not? The best—and the only one you will ever need.”

The deity breathes a laugh, which earns his hair a single sharp tug.

“Remain still. You would not wish to ruin my masterpiece, would you?”

“I would never display such disrespect to my most devoted priest.”

Several minutes pass in blissful silence, only interrupted by the occasional turning of a page or the relaxed swaying of a tail. Dan Feng sets to caressing the ones lounged in his lap.

“Are you perhaps attempting a distraction, Dan Feng?”

“I am deeply aggrieved you would accuse me of such a thing.”

Not long after, a pair of braids are let down Dan Feng’s shoulders, a clawed hand toying mildly with a tip.

“Is it to your liking?”

Dan Feng lifts the other braid for an inspection in spite of knowing he would love anything Jing Yuan created.

“Lovely as ever.”

The tails retract from Dan Feng’s hold in a satisfied twirl. The rules of the unspoken game dictate that he remains as he is, yet fond impatience makes him follow the movement with a turn of the head.

Jing Yuan’s ears twitch in the telltale manner they do whenever Dan Feng’s eyes are on him, and a tender smile curves his lips.

“You have missed me after all.”

Dan Feng smiles back. They may be bound by a contract—a deity and a priest, life force shared in exchange for servitude—yet their bond extends far beyond.

“I have, my darling fox.”

There is hardly a need for Dan Feng to be a deity with Jing Yuan.

[n4391]

Here’s the Trailblazer Trio! These are new prints debuting at ACEN next weekend!