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mysacredmuse · 2 months

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reader: female anatomy, gender neutral descriptors and nicknames, no pronouns used

tw/cw: nsfw - mdni!, playful bickering (?), degrading, a bit irritated Veritas, slight dumbification, vaginal fingering & p in v penetration, no protection (wrap it before you tap it pls), creampie

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Veritas trying to teach you math as a form of love language while incorporating some other things until one of you loses focus...and the other loses patience. Is he a bit of a sore loser who would fuck you while doing math stuff? Yes he is, but we love him <3

(I need him carnally, it's not even a joke...so many thoughts rn, but I kept this one tame :D)

dividers by @/cafekitsune

• Dr Ratio • Focus & Patience •

Teaching and sharing knowledge was Veritas' love language.

The worst love language that a genius like him could have, if you were being honest. Sometimes you thought that his idea of a love language was actually him simply feeding his own ego and boosting the love towards himself. Right now, you think it's a torture for something you've done terribly wrong in your past life.

"Are you even listening to me?" he asks sharply, distracting you from much more important and interesting thoughts than math.

"Now I am.." you slur the words as you rest your chin on your hand. Your eyes scream boredom as your lips turn into a thin line, not even trying to hide genuine disinterest you were feeling. Veritas bites down a few nasty words he would throw your way before he speaks up again.

"Do you have any idea how important this is?" his tone is so serious as he shows you the problem he was solving.

"Nope. Never cared, never will. Come on Veritas, you know math hardly sparks my interest!" you whine, spreading your arm on the table to serve you as a pillow.

He scoffs as he gives you a sharp gaze. You return the gaze, however to his misfortune, yours is as disinterested as ever.

"You are worse than a child, at the very least, they have curiosity which is deserving of respect." he says in a stern tone, his gaze still filled with determination to persuade you.

"And you are like a child, whining just like one." you roll your eyes at him, sighing in boredom.

He remains silent and you look at him for a few moments, his eyes holding some sort of indescribable emotion that makes your foolish heart soft.

"Ugh, fine! But this is the last time." you note in a serious tone, earning a soft smile from Veritas.

"It certainly is." he nods as he opens his arm, gesturing to you to sit on his lap. Without giving it much thought and without addressing his previous sarcasm, your body simply follows, adjusting yourself on top of him. He slowly wraps one of his arms around your waist and tummy as he uses the other one to point at things as he explains them.

You have no idea how much time has passed, slightly readjusting on his lap from time to time as he keeps explaining stuff you will never think about ever again. At some point, he gives you the pen, encouraging you to try and solve one of the problems by yourself. His hand rests besides yours that was writing with slight hesitancy, but you were trying your best. His arm that was wrapped around you tightens just a bit as his thumb starts drawing small circles on your hip.

"That would be much hotter if we were playing billiards or something, ya know? In this setting, it's kinda lame." you say playfully, following with a soft chuckle.

"The only thing that is lame is your pea-sized brain that even thought of this as a form of coercion. Now, work." he says in a stern tone, earning a face of annoyance from you.

But, you keep working on the problem, even though you truly had no clue what was going on. In the meantime, Ratio slowly unwraps his arm away from your waist and slides his hand down your thigh, keeping it still for the time being.

"That's wrong." he says in his usual, semi-authoritative tone as he observes your solution to the problem.

"You knew that 10 minutes ago, should've told me then!" you raise your voice in annoyance, but he just places a soft, perhaps apologetic kiss on your shoulder.

He sneaks his hand to your inner thigh and starts drawing small circles on your skin using his thumb.

"Just try again." he whispers as his hand trails up your inner thigh, giving your flesh a few rougher squeezes in-between the tender circles.

You aren't oblivious by any means, but this stupid solution is taking up most of your focus and attention. You slightly readjust yourself on Veritas' lap, only to feel him getting harder, his cock pressing onto your ass.

What a damn loser.

He slowly moves his other hand, sneaking his thumb between your skin and your panties as well as your shorts, slightly pulling them down. You turn your head, giving him the look, but his gaze remains the same - lustful and greedy.

"Keep working." he orders in a lower tone as his other hand joins to slide down the fabrics covering your slightly leaking cunt.

You adjust yourself, standing up for a moment, letting the fabrics fall down your legs. You sit back down, softly squirming on his lap as you continue solving the problem...or at least trying to do so.

"Good job. You got the first part correct now, can you do the rest?" he asks in a sly tone as one of his hands slides between your legs, two fingers slowly collecting the precum that was coating your inner lips.

He slowly brings his fingers up, drawing circles around your clit, just close enough to make you a bit irritated. You bite down on your bottom lip, genuinely trying to solve the issue, but with no much fruition.

"Perhaps you need a little reward for doing the first part correctly..., it might motivate you further." he whispers, kissing the nape of your neck as the two of his fingers finally begin to circle on your clit, earning a few soft gasps of yours.

"How am I supposed to work like this?" you whisper in a slightly trembling tone as your pussy clenches around nothing.

"Think of it as...mental gymnastics of a sort." his tone reveals no sympathy for you whatsoever as he continues circling over your clit, enjoying the way your body twitches from time to time.

You roll your eyes as another barely audible gasp leaves your lips, continuing your work. His fingers move slowly enough for you to make some room for concentration, but as soon as Veritas notices that the problem is taking a bit too much of your attention, he speeds up, earning a guttural moan of yours. Your pussy leaks more, the emptiness starting to feel slightly painful.

You can't see his face, but you can sense the satisfaction that he was experiencing for messing you up like this. Although, it's only the beginning.

"You are on the right track." he whispers behind you in a low tone as his fingers trail down, teasing your entrance.

You bite down a moan, a soft muffled whimper escaping your throat as he slides two of his fingers inside your needy cunt, moving them in and out of you at a slow, agonizing pace.

He lets out a mellow sound of satisfaction of his own upon feeling your wet cunt clenching around him as he keeps stretching you out.

Your hips begin slowly rolling in and out, meeting the thrusts of his fingers as he curls them up, pressuring your sweet spot with every movement made. You drop the pen, focusing on riding his fingers and he lets you indulge in pleasure for just a moment. His other hand rests on your hip, gently guiding it without much pressure as soft moans slip past your lips each time his fingers reach all the right spots inside of you. He slightly spreads his thighs, spreading yours along the way, making you more sensitive to his touch and earning a louder moan of yours.

"Don't fuck yourself dumb now. Solve this and I will give you even more." he whispers, but his tone reveals certain impatience and neediness as you continue working in a perfect union.

"Promise?" you ask mindlessly as your hand searches for the pen, eyes rolled back as his fingers speed up just a bit, sending pleasurable jolts through your whole body.

"Promise. Now, focus and patience is what we need." he confirms, his tone becoming a bit more desperate as your pussy clenches tighter around his fingers.

You try to keep your unsteady gaze on the second part of the problem, mind overwhelmed with the heavy knot that was forming in your lower tummy as pleasurable heat spreads underneath your skin. With each roll of your hips, you can feel Veritas' cock getting harder and harder, an originally small wet spot growing bigger with each movement you make, mixing your own precum with his. He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he speeds up his fingers even more, forcing a few louder moans out of you.

You curse under your breath, swiftly dropping the pen as your head falls back on his shoulder, hips still as he continues fucking you with his fingers in a faster pace.

"Focus." he orders in a firm tone, but curls his fingers even more, not giving your sweet spot a single break. You let out a prolonged whimper, shaky breath making it hard to speak up.

"Don't tell me that you are so pathetic that you become a dumb little thing just from this." he continues in a firmer voice, although you notice a subtle teasing.

"Says a guy with a wet spot on his pants." you barely voice your sentence as more moans and whimpers occupy your throat, the pleasure too overwhelming.

In one quick instant, your cunt clenches around nothing, a loud gasp escaping your lungs as your chest hits the table in front of you. A rush of excitement goes through your body, making you needier.

"Who do you think you are?" his tone is low as he leans in, towering over your bent body, lips gently brushing over your earlobe.

"You should lick it clean since you are the one who made it in the first place.."

"Or should I just fuck you dumb since you serve no other purpose in your current state of mind?" his tone is awfully low, but firm, sending shivers up your spine. You remain silent, so Veritas makes a decision for you. A decision that you already saw coming, but he doesn't have to know that.

You can hear the zipper going down and the fabric rolling down his legs. You lay your head on the side, watching his irritated gaze as you feel him align his cock with your pretty leaking cunt. You give him a soft smile, almost feeling victorious for whatever reason, but your mouth quickly turns agape as a guttural and strained moan escapes your lungs once he swiftly slides his cock inside of you. He lets out a louder grunt as his hands fall onto your hips, pressing them into the table. He quickly picks up the pace, sliding his cock in and out of you in a swift and deep manner, stretching you out while reaching the sweetest and furthest spots inside of you.

Your fingers shakily claw on the table, filthy sounds turning your throat dry as he keeps pounding into you without a break. His grunts quickly turn into moans of his own, fingernails digging into your skin as his pelvic area slams into your ass, leaving a burning sensation behind each thrust.

"And you were doing so well...such a shame that you are a dumb little whore who only wants to get fucked." he spits out between the moans, voice a bit shaky.

Your mind feels hazy and all you manage to do is spread your legs just a bit more, greedy for deeper sensation. He quickly picks up on that, spreading your legs further using his own knee as he narrows his hips in an angle that reaches the deepest spots inside of you. You choke on your own sounds, still clawing on the table as each thrust makes your body weaker and weaker.

The burning sensation in your ass becomes even hotter as the angle of his hips changes, the speed of his thrusts making it hard for you to process every sensation that was going inside of your body.

Veritas' cock starts pulsating inside of you and your pussy clenches around him in response, earning a few soft twitches of his. He throws his head back, guttural and deep moans shamelessly slipping past his lips as he keeps you in place, the pace of his hips vigorous and precise.

An intense heat spreads beneath your skin as your thighs become shaky and weak from all the sensations. A string of saliva slips down your bottom lip, but Veritas quickly moves his hand to clean it up, his thumb brushing over the wet spot of your lip.

"How pathetic and unpresentable. Drooling like a dog." his words come out harsh, but the way his cock twitches inside of you just reveals his actual feelings about it...as always.

You roll your eyes slightly, trying to lift your hips to feel more of him if even possible, but the harsh thrusts of his own hips make it impossible for you to move. His balls slap your clit with each thrust, deepening the pleasure, but not staying long enough for you to reach your release. It makes you slightly annoyed, but the way his cock slides in and out of you in such a perfect way, reaching all of your sweet spots makes it easier not to think about it. He lets out a chain of heavy moans and gasps as your pussy tightens and relaxes around him, your eyes revealing a soft plea for him to play with your clit.

"You think you deserve it?" he asks as he leans closer to you, his chest pressing into your back, his thrusts becoming a bit shallow in the process. You nod as the knot inside of your lower tummy becomes unbearable and overwhelming, making it hard to speak or think. All you can do is tremble beneath him as your body becomes more limp with each passing second.

"I don't think you do." he whispers into your ear, a soft moan following as your cunt clenches around him, almost panicky.

A chain of weak and broken pleads slip past your lips, voice desperate and needy. He slows down his thrusts, sloppily grinding into you and slightly giving your intense build up a relief. You grind back into him, his thick cock filling you up perfectly, soft pressure and warmth building up in your cheeks from excitement and arousal.

"Please, Veritas." your tone is desperate and whiny, slightly broken as well.

He can't help but chuckle at a pathetic, yet quite exciting sight in front of him. The sight of you like this makes his cock leak a string of precum inside of your sensitive cunt, sending tingles through your back. It also makes Veritas break easily, giving into your desire as his own release builds up more and more with every mutual grind of hips.

He slides his hand between your lower tummy and the table, the two of his fingers begin to draw small circles on your clit. You let out a gasp of relief as Veritas slightly straightens himself, chest no longer pressing into you as he quickly picks up the relentless pace from before.

The room fills up with a mixture of both of your moans and whimpers as he keeps pounding into you without a break while his fingers move in a slower manner, creating a perfect balance. Your legs become unsteady and shaky as the knot inside your lower tummy becomes heavier and heavier, the first waves of your orgasm washing over you in short and quick spams.

His cock twitches more, applying more pressure to your g-spot as he slides his cock in and out of you, making your pleasure overwhelming. You let out dry moans as his fingers keep up the slow pace opposed to his cock, making your pussy leak more around him. He lets out breathy moans and whimpers, cock pulsating as he edges closer to his own release.

Your hand shakily grabs the edge of the table as Veritas keeps up his pace, narrowing his hips just a bit more to send you over the edge. You feel intense warmth spread beneath your skin as you become lightheaded, loud gasps and moans escaping your lungs as the knot inside your tummy finally unravels. Veritas mutters a few curse words as your cunt pulsates and twitches around him, his fingers becoming shaky on your clit as your orgasm reaches its peak.

He lets out a sharp groan, gasping quickly afterwards as he reaches his own release, a thick whip of cum spreading inside of you. Your eyes roll back as your eyebrows furrow in unbearable pleasure, legs barely keeping you up as your orgasm slowly melts away. Veritas moves his fingers away from your clit, hand quickly pressing your lower back into the table as he rides out his own orgasm, thrusts messy yet quick.

A few moments pass and he finally slows down completely, remaining still inside of you as his breathing remains erratic and heavy. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your body from the intensity, gradually becoming a bit sleepy from everything.

Veritas, however, has a different idea as he pulls you by your hips, cock softening inside of you as he sits back on the chair and placing you on his lap...just like that. You squirm a bit as his cum slowly slides down your sensitive cunt, mind hazy and ready for a good nap. However...

"Now, the second part of the problem." he breathes heavily, yet there is a seriousness in his tone.

"Are you kidding me?!"

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cherrylovelycherry · 2 months

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Valentine's day

pairing. Dr. Ratio x gn!reader cw/genre. angst, ratio is somewhat selfish tbh, (real situation TT), disinterest, early disappointment. ruined thoughts. summary. he doesn't care about holidays. masterlist!

"Not now, I'm busy," Veritas mutters, rejecting your request for quality time once again, his eyes not leaving the pages sprawled before him. He's always been a man of science. To him, every moment is a precious resource to be spent pursuing knowledge.

"I can't afford distractions," he says curtly, without looking up. It's clear where his priorities lie, and it certainly wasn't you.

"Uh, I know."

You had been thinking about this date since the beginning of the month, you were waiting to see if he would say something to you, but since there was only half a day left until it would be that special day, you decided to ask, knowing that he would tell you the same phrase as always. everyone who was in his world; 'I'm busy'

"I just wanted to ask you something." You said while you had your phone in your hand, looking at the calendar app again.

"Oh?" Ratio looks up with a slight frown, eyes briefly searching yours for answers.

"What is it?"

The tension is palpable. He sits up straighter in his chair, sensing your hesistance, but also eager for any conversation that would divert his attention from his latest research project.

Your question is simple enough, but the unspoken feelings beneath it threaten to destabilize his carefully crafted persona. Despite being an intelligent man, he feels utterly lost when it comes to reading your emotions.

"Uhm…are we doing something for Valentine's Day?" You asked, a slight hesitation in your words.

A pause.

"…Are we?" Ratio's expression remains impassive, his eyes gazing past you, his mind focused on the question at hand.

"Yeah, like going for a walk, going out to eat, I don't know.." You responded, his reaction disappointed you, you knew what he was going to tell you next.

Ratio's brow furrowed, and a brief moment of hesitation passed before he spoke. "You know I don't celebrate such insignificant days," he barked, a tinge of annoyance creeping into his voice. "I have more important things to do with my time than waste it on frivolous festivities dedicated to superficiality."

"And, honestly, who came up with that date anyway? It's so arbitrary."

You can't help but feel disappointed, once again. Ratio's dismissal had hurt you in an instant. He had always dismissed such occasions in the past, but you had hoped that this one would be different. He'd never celebrated Valentine's Day, but this year, he would make an exception for you.

The thought had comforted you in your loneliest moments. So many times when you wondered if he even loved you at all, you found solace in the belief that he would make an exception for you. But this time, he didn't.

"Look," Ratio sighs, seeming slightly exasperated, "I care about you, I do, but what does celebrating one day of love prove?" His frown deepers.

"Besides, wouldn't it be better to spend the entire year doing all the romantic things and just ignore that one day? It's not like Valentine's Day means anything anyway." He shrugged, not giving your opinion much weight.

This was supposed to be your special day, a time for celebrating your love, yet it seemed he was intent on letting it slip by once again. How could he be so nonchalant? As you glance down at the calendar app, you can't help but feel hurt and neglected.

"But it's important to me, Veritas."

You were very excited about this type of festivities. But with his response everything went to waste, you thought he would be something more understanding this year.

"I told you, it's just a silly waste. Why does one day have to be more special than any other?"

He shrugs dismissively again as he returns to his studies, returning to his world of data and information, shutting out everything else around him.

"You know how I feel about these things. Why can't you just respect that?" Ratio's tone was now sharp, as if he had become irritated with your repeated attempts to draw him out.

As Ratio's words sink in, you're left with a bitter taste in your mouth. It was as if you were talking to a stone wall. There was no emotion behind his words, just cold logic. It was a side of him you were used to, yet it still hurt that he couldn't make just this one exception. It wasn't even about the holiday itself, it was about you.

Your eyes narrow in response to his growing annoyance.

"Yes, I do," you replied curtly "I understand perfectly well that these kinds of things are not important to you." Slight pause. "But I thought you might make an exception for me…" A hint of accusation glinted in your eyes. But Veritas remained unmoved.

As he continued to glare back at you, that familiar sense of loneliness returned.

"If you just wanted me to take you out on a date, you should have said that. Or better yet, if you want to do something romantic, you don't need a special day to do it."

He didn't seem to understand. It was more than just about taking you on a date. It was about the emotional implication, the symbolic gesture. It was about making your time together mean something.

You're still unable to hide your disappointment. And worse, this was not the first time he'd dismissed events just because they didn't have a point. He's missed out on many things because of this attitude, things that could have brought you closer together. It hurts that he doesn't realize how important they are for you.

"Can't you just humor me this one time? Don't you care when it's important to me?" You looked back at your phone, the box that marked the date '14' was adorned with hearts, then you turned off your phone, looking at it again.

"Yes, I care about you." Ratio spoke softly, the first words of kindness he had uttered thus far.

His eyes flit away momentarily as he thinks for a moment.

"Look… let's do this. Just for your sake. How about I take you out on a date this weekend? No special occasion, just a fun evening to enjoy each other's company. And I promise we can do something romantic."

The little hope you had was completely thrown away. You let out an inaudible sigh, feeling your mood drop immediately.

"…it's okay, I guess." You nodded in agreement, feeling a bitter taste in your mouth. What could have ended up being a nice valentine's day for tomorrow, ended in disappointment and a pending date for the weekend. A date as if it were a consolation prize.

"Now if you'll excuse me." He said somewhat irritated, he thought he had wasted a lot of time talking about "nonsense". So now he would continue with what he was doing before you came to ask him something.

You went numb in your spot, feeling a lump in your throat, moving away from where he was sitting.

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almonds-nsfw-world · 17 days

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It's Doctor to you - Veritas Ratio

.ೃ࿐𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 : ̗̀➛ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈

-‘๑’- summary -- Despite your acclaimed 'idiocy', Veritas still cherishes you despite your flaws though he tends to use his knowledge on biology and science when it comes to pleasing you, perhaps it's his way to show only he could ever make you feel that way~

-‘๑’- pairing -- Dr. Ratio x gn! reader

-‘๑’- status -- pre-established relationship, even though he can be quite the prestigious dick, he won't stop reminding you he does in fact care for you, even if he shows it in a unique way.

-‘๑’- situation -- fucking you in a bath, degradation, has some power play, reminding you you're his idiot, having you call him Dr. Ratio instead of his name, slight masturbation.

"Do you really need me to remind you how many idiots there are out there?", his red eyes shimmered in their usual yellowish hue. His pupils could only sharpen due to the narrowing of his eyes, the warmth of the water slithering across his skin. You couldn't help but flush from his words, sinking yourself further into the foam as you tried to hide your embarrassment, "I know." You bit your lip, glancing up at him before a floating bubble caught your eye, "I didn't mean to try and justify-" "You're an idiot too", he scoffed, leaning back against the smooth white of his tub - lazily resting his arms on the edges, "but I suppose you're my idiot."

You narrowed your eyes, scoffing before you slid over to him, pressing your hands against the pale skin of his chest, allowing your thumb to trace circles below his collarbones, "I'm not an idiot, I just do not have the knowledge you have, every person is different, Veritas, we each have our own speciality - it does not mean we are lesser than the person next to us. It just means we're unique within our own way. No one is perfect." You pouted as you then shook your head, raising a finger to run it through his violet locks, feeling their softness along your fingertips. "I'm perfect." He scoffed, sharpening his eyes towards you, "do not forget that."

He placed his index finger beneath your chin, staring into your eyes as though he was studying the very soul that resides in you, "only an idiot would make an excuse for idiocy. But just this once, I'll let your words slide for within them holds a slight truth. Though, it's still no excuse."

He sighed, be it in content from your touch or the exhaustion of this conversation, you wouldn't know as Veritas is a hard man to read depending on the mood. But he couldn't help but close his eyes, feeling the way your fingers slide up and down his skin, tracing the depths of his collarbones before you lowered them down to where his nipples were peaking out from above the bubbly water.

You couldn't help but slightly smile from his words, feeling his finger slide down your throat, "Though, know that I did not mean to offend. I listen to your ideas - no matter how stupid or reckless they may be, I'll listen to them", his voice was hoarse, watching the way your eyes became hooded from his touch alone and the way your skin prickled beneath his fingertips.

"Veritas", you whispered his name, cupping his cheek, "if I'm your idiot, then you're my smart ass." He snorted, the tips of his lips curling upwards as he cocked a brow, "You're funny, to lower me to just simply being 'smart' is outrageous. I'm a genius, one of the best there is. Do remind yourself, little flame of mine." His finger trailed down your skin and into the water, leaving a fire in its wake as it pressed against the centre of your chest, "nevertheless, I think all this talking is making me bored." His eyes searched your own for any resistance or hesitance from his calculated advances - when he saw none, the tip of his index finger trailed along to the side, sliding over one of your nipples.

"I'd prefer something else", a flicker of desire and lust shimmered across his beautiful eyes - especially from the way your fingers had curled themselves into his shoulders, feeling your muscles tense before applying a slight pressure near the tip of the bud, "Veritas-" "It's Doctor to you, my little flame", his eyelids narrowed, "Dr. Ratio."

His fingers left your nipple to grab your chin, causing the warm water to ripple around both of you and for the white foam to float upon the tiny waves. "Dr. Ratio", you softly repeated, sliding yourself closer as your fingers moved down to the center of his chest to stabilize yourself before staring into his eyes unyielding. His eyes were sharp, calculating your every move, your every emotion and the way your stimulation caused a shiver to slide down his spine.

"Much better", he mumbled, approving of the use of his title, finding it incredibly arousing as he felt his cock stir and his breath deepen, "pleasure me. If you do it well, I may reward you." Your cheeks flushed, "And what would that reward be, doctor?" Your eyes glanced up at him through your lashes, your one finger sliding up towards his neck. "Patience", he mumbled, closing his eyes as he sighed, leaning back against the tub, "being impatient is a trait belonging to idiocy. You'll know when you need to."

You pouted from his words, making your cheeks flush even warmer before you pressed a kiss against the skin where his neck meets his shoulder, feeling the way his muscles slightly tensed. "You're always such a dick", you softly whispered into his ear, causing his eyes to snap open and stare into your own, "Excuse m-" your lips pressed against his own, knotting your fingers into his hair as you silenced him through his simple, meaningful act, making his eyes close and for his body to relax into you.

Your tongue swirled around his own, earning a rumbling moan to spill from his throat and for his hands to slide around your back, trailing them up and down your spine while your lips molded together like a sculpture of perfect dimensions. The way your lips seemed to align with his own caused a hum of satisfaction to escape him.

"Distracting me from your insult with using your beautiful lips to captivate me...quite a bold move", he mumbled against your mouth, his fingers trailing downwards before they cupped your rear, squeezing your cheeks gently. He closed his eyes when he felt your nose brush against his own. "For someone who didn't want to talk, you're being awfully vocal", you teasingly whispered, a cheeky glimmer flickering in your eye as you gently bit your lower lip.

Your hands dipped down into the cooling water, tracing the lines of his muscles as they slowly found themselves along his v-lines. Your thumbs trailed circles along them, hearing him curse beneath his breath and gently throw his head back to rest it against the ridge of the tub, "...perfect."

His breath hitched and his hands tightened themselves around the edge of the bath, feeling his eyes widen at the sudden touch of your index finger down the vein at the base of his dick, earning a breathy moan of delight to echo out from his lips.

Your fingers kept on teasing it, gently rolling his foreskin around the pulsing vein before applying a slight pressure to it. His adams apple bulged from his swallow, eager to have your fingers wrapped around his veiny thick length, showing him how much you treasure it for being able to please you so amazingly. His knowledge on knowing the pressure points that could make you cum far quicker than ever filled his ego beyond normality. The very thought of having his finger deep within your wet hole made his jaw clench, imaging curling it along your spongy wall, the way you would squirm against him and moan his name like a desperate whore every time he applied a slight pressure against your g-spot, made his fingers tighten around the edge.

Your thumb ran over the tip of his cock, slowly sliding your fingers around it while your lips were pressing themselves against his neck with little kisses - only for your teeth to graze the area that made his hips slightly pivot from the pleasure that ran through his system, having you worshipping him like this...making him feel as though he deserved every bit of it for being the acclaimed genius he is.

"Fuck", he whispered, pulling your hand away from his dick and wrapping his other around your throat, pinning you against the tub as his lips devoured your own, having his tongue swirl around your wetness while he let go of his grip around your wrist and allowing it to slip into the water, causing it to splash around you and onto the white of his tiles as his fingers traced around the entrance to your tight, loveable hole, "bend your knees." He whispered firmly against your lips, leaving you with no choice but having to as his middle finger slid up and down your wetness before sliding it into you.

You arched your back, bubbles floating around you as his finger fucked your cunt, making it curl around your walls and slowly straightening it out again. Your moans were cracked, your eyes closing from the intensity as his lips found your own again.

When you felt your walls tighten around you and for your juices to surround his finger, he pulled out of you, glancing into your eyes with a hooded gaze as his red eye-makeup became slightly smudged, his tongue slithering over his lower lip, "Tell me no, if you don't want this." Your eyes widened as you felt the tip of his shaft prod against you. "Just know I want this", he mumbled, narrowing his gaze as though he were studying you, tightening his hold around your throat.

He enjoyed the sight of you below him, relishing in his beauty and perfection while being nothing but a fucked out mess drooling for his dick.

You could only nod, your mind a mess from the intensity he had just displayed, but his pupils narrowed into slits, his lips down turning, "Use your words, my little flame. Your vocal chords exist for a reason - despite your ability to abuse that will."

"Y-Yes", you gasped out when he loosened his grip around your neck, "I do." You panted, glancing up at him through your lashes with a dazed expression, feeling his thumb trail down your throat, "Good. Now spread your legs for me and let me use you."

When the tip of his shaft slid into you, he didn't stop, not letting you take a breath as all you could do was dig your nails into his back - watching how he pried them away, forcing you to grip the bathtub instead before his hips suddenly snapped against your own.

"You're always such a wet mess for me", he growled out into your ear, pulling out of you slowly before slamming himself balls deep against the stop that caused you to cry his name, water splashing onto the tiles, "Always so fuckable, no matter how stupid. Let me hear you say my name."

You knew you wouldn't last long, not like...never like this.

"D-Dr. Ratio!"

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generalsdiary · 2 months

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gn!reader x Dr. Ratio

warnings: none

word count: 600~

a/n: pure brainrot, not beta read, jamming to sparkle’s theme

description: you do his eyeliner, drabble (fluff)

„hold still“ you dictate under your breath, your hand holding his chin in place.

he sighs. „I am very still-“ „yapping means you are not being still, I'll mess up the line, Veritas“ causing a glare from him. your other hand was resting on his cheek and attempting to make a perfect red line on his eyelid.

it looked... good enough when you were done. you moved your hand away, placing the brush on the nightstand and relaxing your posture. „there“

Veritas brings a small mirror to check your work, „hmm... I've done better. of course I do it every day“ his eyes leave the mirror and catch you glaring at him, „it was a bonding moment, Doctor Ratio“ your tone of voice revealing sarcasm and a hint of annoyment.

„that doesn't clear you away from criticism, especially if you wish to improve.“ his hands pull you back onto his lap, his eyes, the color of an eternal sunset, turning soft, „which would be good for you, you could then do it more often.“ Veritas smiles showing the gentle reasoning to his somewhat harsh sounding words. his swift change in behavior catches you slightly off guard.

„so hot and cold“ responding in a teasing tone.

„ah, I'd say I'm more hot than cold right now, aren't I,-“ his hand cups your chin, „my dear?“

a smile is apparent on your face, as is the eye roll, „and cocky it seems“ making him scoff at your words and look away. „don't worry Veritas, that is one of the reasons I... tolerate you“ you communicate those words in the form of a kiss on his cheek. Veritas' expression relaxes, his eyes closing.

„who's the hot and cold one now?“ his voice but a mere whisper. „unlike yourself, that isn't one of the reasons I like you.“ he waits for a response, patiently scanning your face to see if you'll try to guess. „then what is?“ guessing game isn't worth it at this moment, Veritas very obviously has a specific reason in mind and you feel excited to hear it.

„your kindness. and tolerance, towards... idiots“ to him, those words are completely true, despite his aloof character and at first glance rude behavior he cares a lot. he made sacrifices that benefit… well the whole universe; solving an energy crisis, creating serums, fixing centuries-old issues, and to him, most importantly, he continuously tries to make knowledge available to all people. of course, Ratio would appreciate those same qualities in his partner, not seeking a ‘genius’ necessarily, but rather just a humanitarian, sensible person.

Veritas' words don't fail to make you laugh and ruffle his silky soft violet hair, „and you! are my favorite~“ you exclaim proudly, with a shit-eating grin on your face, knowing he will react to the provocation.

„oh?“ he smirks as well, his hands moving from your sides to your back, he lays back and pushes you with him, making you gasp sharply. „what was it- I didn't catch that, what am I?“ he teases, his voice playful.

„an id-“ Veritas doesn't let you finish your thought, his lips crashing against yours, and when you start enjoying the kiss and the sweet taste of his lips - he pulls away, keeping it painfully short.

„hm... you were saying?“ his hand goes to the back of your head, rubbing your nape.

you frown, how dare he limit the kisses, „an idio-“ once again Veritas doesn’t let you finish the thought, pulling your lips onto his again. you can't help but chuckle and softly mumble between your lips meeting, „my favorite~“, „you mean the only one“, a laugh bubbles up your throat, even in a joke he wants it to be factually correct… or is it a hint of jealousy? doubtful, he isn’t a jealous man to your knowledge. food for thought perhaps.

„yes, the only one.“

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angelltheninth · 17 days

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the way i was shocked when u see all types and sizes of condoms made me think about myb hsr man (Jing Yuan, Dr ratio and Gepard if i had to choose lol) would prefer in their sexy time, like normal od do they experiment with “em- i want to hear your thoughts!

Oh yeah, there are lots of types of condoms, it's mindboggling.

Pairing: Gepard, Jing Yuan, Veritas Ratio

Tags: nsfw, smut, condom use, flavored condoms, playful sex, blowjobs, marathon sex

A/N: Funny what we humans will invent for sex.

Gepard gets shy when you show him all the different types of condoms you wanna try. He had no idea there are so many kinds but his curiosity is piqued. He's eyeing the flavored ones in particular, there are some flavors he himself likes but as always you get to go first. And maybe this will help him hold it in better, you can go through multiple ones until he finishes, you'll be at it for a while.

Jing Yuan already has many condoms to choose from, he usually buys them himself because he knows what size he needs. You can choose any one of them to start. Plans to go through multiple ones anyway, maybe not in one night but he does want to try them all. Eventually you settle on a few favorites, for both of you. Buys mostly those ones but if any new ones arrive he'll buy those too.

Veritas Ratio is someone who will always want to try out new things, never thought it would be these things. Experiments are fun on his own but for this one he does need a partner, no one better then his lovely girlfriend. Asks you what you enjoyed most about each type of condom but always has to make you finish. Which gets to be a lot after a while because he insists on trying one from each box.

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gay-dorito-dust · 10 days

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I have been binging your work!

I don't know if this breaks your trauma rule or not, but (with the guys of your choosing as long as Ratio is there) how would the guys react to losing reader (they haven't confessed feelings yet) during a mission and thinking they died. Then, the reader reappears a week later bandaged up, but alive. Maybe spouts their confession first? ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

I adore your writing. Thank you!

This is way too fucking long, so be warned. It’s like I rammed 4 mini stories in one but got lost at some point cuz I left this ask to collect dust. Also thanks for enjoying my writing it’s much appreciated. :) 🦦🐿️

Sunday:

The moment he got news that you’ve been assumed dead in the aftermath of a dangerous mission, he looses composure really quickly.

Loosing Robin was one thing but loosing you on top of that was the straw that broke the camels back.

He originally doesn’t believe that you were gone, he refuses to as he practically tears his office to shreds in a fit of anger and grief before forcing himself to regain composure and clean up after his outburst. He needed to in order to keep up the illusion that he was the levelheaded leader The Family needed in these moments of chaos and mistrust.

Even if he himself was breaking down internally alongside everyone else, hellbent on finding the culprit for your death and punishing them so severely that they’d beg for death. He’d avenge you in anyway he could, even if it meant sending out the bloodhound family on a wild goose chase that only ends in dead ends, he would get you justice no matter how it may come.

His heart had died alongside you that day.

So when a week passes and he finally has you back in his arms, all the while being carful with your wounds as his eyes searched you over in a way you weren’t use to.

‘You’re alive.’ He breathes out in relief as he then begins to laugh and rest his head against yours, breathing you in deeply as he relishes in this long awaited moment. ‘Of course you’re alive.’ He mutters.

‘Sunday,’ you began but Sunday was quite to cut you off.

‘Do you know how I felt thinking you were dead? Driving myself insane to prove that you were still alive anyway I could as not to bear the idea of walking through this life without the one person I love so dearly.’ Sunday takes a brief pauses in his monologue, feeling out of breath after having put everything out into the open before continuing. ‘I thought my heart had stopped beating that day and now I have you bad in my arms.’ Sunday then chuckles darkly as he gripped you tighter. ‘I’ll ensure that I’d never have to revisit that part of my life ever again.’

‘Sunday-‘

‘Shhh.’ Sunday cuts you off once more, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he holds you close to his chest, rubbing your back soothingly. ‘Just know that what I do after this, I do out of my love for you.’ He says against your forehead before pressing another kiss there for good measure.

Jing yuan:

Loss wasn’t new to Jing Yuan.

He has experienced it in multiple forms throughout his life, but that didn’t made the news of your death any less painful for the General.

While his mind might’ve made peace with the fact that you were gone, his heart however did not as he would find himself in the places that you often vacated to in moments of stress, or to just be left alone for a while with your thoughts. So to no longer see you in any of those hidden spots -waiting for him to find you like you usually did- only worsened the grief he felt in his heart as he sat himself down and allowed the memories to pass over him in waves.

You were both so happy together and felt a sense of fulfilment that could only be achieved when you were within the other’s presence; A feeling that was uniquely yours and yours alone that could never be replicated, ever. For no one could ever come close to replacing you, nor the companionship you and he had for each other that many assumed would blossom into something more; Jing Yuan also shared the same sentiments as they did, but just as he built the courage to push that boundary between the two of you, you were taken from him before he could utter a single word.

So when a week passes and Jing Yuan found your battered and beaten form in one of your secret spots, back resting against a tree with your eyes closed.

‘Y/n?’ He called out and your eyes opened upon hearing his voice and looking at him with a weak smile. ‘Hey General, miss me?’ You said as you struggled to get up to your feet, only to stumble forward and into Jing Yuan’s chest as his strong yet gentle hands hold you in place.

‘More than you could ever hope to know.’ Jing yuan said as he focused on how you felt beneath his hands, warm and alive.

‘I’m sorry I kept you waiting.’ You muttered against his chest as his warmth made you realised just how tired you were from everything you’ve experienced this last week alone. ‘I never meant to keep you waiting in fear that you’d forget about me if I don’t stay in your life long enough.’ You admit and Jing Yuan instinctively presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, holding you protectively.

‘I could never forget about you my beloved.’ Jing Yuan reassured you as he looked you deep into your eyes. ‘You’ve managed to carve your place within my heart and soul, so much that there isn’t a day where you aren’t all I think about, regardless of whether or not your by my side or far away.’ He finished by pressing a gentle kiss to the gauze on your cheek, chuckling upon seeing your cute attempts of burrowing your face into his chest.

‘How long have you’ve been waiting to say this.’ You asked, thankful that he was the one to admit his feelings first, as you would’ve had a hard time articulating your words as fluidly as he could.

‘For a very long time.’ Jing Yuan replied with a small smile as he then proceeded to lift you into his arms, cuasing you to squeal in surprise, as he made sure to be carful of your wounds and began walking to the nearest medics to make sure your wounds weren’t going to be trouble later on.

Aventurine:

He didn’t know what to think when you were pronounced dead, all Aventurine could feel in that moment was an overwhelming numbness that encased him entirely.

The only light left in his life had been snuffed out, plummeting him into utter and total darkness he had once been well acquainted with until you came along, giving him a reason to keep looking forward despite everything.

You were no longer here to hold onto his left hand before he could even think of hiding it behind his back out of habit, you were no longer here to be his reason, his comfort, his safe place. You were taken away from him unfairly and once again Aventurine found himself asking the same question he has been asking himself for a long time; why everyone was born into this life just to die.

So when a week passes and Aventurine finds himself sat on a bench somewhere, still not dealing well then than he was the week of your assumed passing, lost in his own thoughts when someone took a seat next to him. Aventurine was just about ready to tell them to go away, when he saw just who was sitting next to him; you.

‘I know, I look like shit but you don’t have to look at me like that.’ You spoke upon feeling his eyes gaze upon the gauze on your cheek, then towards the array of bandages that littered the rest of your body.

‘I thought you died.’ He hissed, emotion was heavy in his voice as his eyes became bleary with unshed tears as he felt his breathing become heavy with the reality that you were alive. He didn’t know what was real and what wasn’t in that moment as his mind raced. And it wasn’t until you reached out to grasp his left hand and intertwine your fingers together, squeezing, did everything finally became clear to him.

‘I thought I was too at one point but there was something that kept me from journeying over to the afterlife.’ You admit, looking over at him and smiling sweetly, wanting nothing then to calm his thoughts and reassure him that this wasn’t a dream.

‘And what was that?’ He laughs humourlessly as he stares back at you, wanting to hear what excuses you could come up with for faking being dead for a week. ‘Willpower? Determination?’

‘You Kakavasha.’ You replied straightforwardly and his breath hitched in his throat. You rarely used his actual name unless it was absolutely serious. ‘You were all I thought about as I pushed through my injuries.’ You told him as you continued. ‘Kakavasha is waiting for me was just about all I could think about for a week straight.’ You finished as though you didn’t just confess that he was your soul motivator in staying alive.

‘Really?’ Aventurine said softly, finding it impossible that he could possibly be your reason for anything. ‘Why?’

‘Yes really.’ You chuckled, pressing a kiss to his cheek as you rested your head against his shoulder. ‘As for why, it’s because I like you more then did let myself admit, but i just wanted you to know incase anything truly bad were to ever happen to me-‘

‘No.’ Aventurine cut you off suddenly, squeezing your hand as though he were afraid. ‘Nothing is going to happen to you, not now. not ever. I just got you back.’ He adds resting his head against your own in a desperate attempt of feeling more of your against him. ‘Just stay with me…please.’ He begs you in a whisper as he nuzzled further into you. ‘and don’t go anywhere I can’t follow. I don’t think I can bear the thought of loosing you again.’

You smiled softly as you just whispered back against the skin of his neck. ‘As long as you don’t go anywhere I can’t follow. I like my crush to be alive and close by even if he can be a pain in my ass sometimes.’

Aventurine chuckles, his heart becoming whole again as he made you cuddle into his side, kissing your head once more as you took this moment to familiarise yourselves with each other. ‘At least I’m a pleasurable pain in the ass.’ He teased and you pinch his side, causing him to flinch, but his smile remained and this time his smile was genuine.

His light has came home.

Ratio:

Fully believed that he’d see you when the mission ended, knowing just how talented and dedicated to the craft you were, and having faith that this would be a measly walk in a park for you.

Only to receive word that you were one of the many who were assumed dead when you weren’t found amongst the living nor the dead.

Veritas tries to remain as levelheaded and logical as possible during this time and continue life as normal. However found himself retracting from everyone else and going none contact, more so specifically with the people you were once associated with, and instead focused heavily on his studies and academics to an unhealthy extent.

A week passes and Veritas feels as though he’s seen a ghost the moment he saw you in his peripheral vision, bandaged and dressed in ripped clothing but still somehow finding it in you to smile.

‘You idiotic Buffon!’ He exclaims as he walks towards you.

‘Well that’s a nice way to greet someone you care about.’ You replied as you readied yourself for a massive rant about how stupid you were and so on, but instead you were held against his chest as he burrows his head into your neck.

‘I thought you died.’ He says in a whisper as he breathed you in. This went against all logic but in that rare moment Veritas didn’t care, you were alive but he still couldn’t let go of the fact that you didn’t tell anyone you were still alive. ‘Why didn’t you tell anyone that you were alive, send a signal, anything.’

You shrugged as you made yourself comfortable in his strong arms. ‘All communications were badly damaged or completely cut off.’ You told him. ‘I was on my own for a long while before finding my way back to you.’

‘Me?’ Veritas asked, pulling away from you. ‘Why not a medial facility for a proper treatment of your wounds? Have you hit your head so hard that common sense had been left on the back burner when making that decision?’

‘I wanted to see you first you dickhead!’ You exclaimed, shutting Veritas up rather quickly with your confession but you didn’t care. ‘is it so wrong of me to let the man I love know that I’m okay? So go ahead and call me an idiot all you like but that won’t change the fact that I felt more fear about not telling you how I truly feel then dying on some stupid mission.’ You finished your rant.

‘You’re insufferable.’ Veritas said after a moment of silence and you couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed at this that you didn’t notice that Veritas has began to close in the distance between the two of you.

You scoffed. ‘Oh sure call me insufferable as if you-‘ Veritas cuts you off by cupping your cheeks and planting a sweet short lived kiss against your lips before pulling away with a smirk.

‘Glad to know that the feelings are reciprocated.’ He says, taking enjoyment of rendering you speechless as he gently guided you to medical, and remaining by your side for the remainder of the day.

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rninies · 10 days

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✮ one bite

౨ৎ veritas ratio x reader. fluff, gn!reader, ratio has bad taste in ice cream (sorry not sorry), modern!au, ratio is a model here LOL — wc: 465

notes. i love my silly tsundere also, if i open a taglist for hsr fics would anyone want to join? </3

going out with veritas on dates is a rare occurrence, especially since he’s busy 24/7. the only few times you could go on one is when it’s either a public holiday or just a rare free day off his manager gives.

today was one of those free lucky day off. veritas has booked a restaurant in advance, so here you are, sitting in an ice cream shop after eating in a fancy restaurant (you wanted dessert and veritas couldn’t say no).

“can i get a bite of your ice cream?” you asked veritas after receiving both of your ice cream orders. “i wanna try it.”

“no,” veritas raises his ice cream cup higher so you aren’t able to reach it. “i’m not going to give you a bite because i know you’re not going to like it. then you’re going to ask me how the hell i like it, and i don’t want to listen to that right now.”

your jaw drops in disbelief. “how would you know i don’t like it?! i haven’t even tried!”

“i know your taste, and knowing what type of food you like and stuff, you will hate the ice cream i chose.” veritas points out pretty obviously.

you frowned in response, eating your ice cream in disappointment. “you’re so mean to me sometimes, i hate you. so stingy.”

“stingy?” veritas repeats, sounding offended. “i’m just trying to save myself from your nagging on my food tastes,” he gives you a smug grin, and you were so close to just slapping the grin away from his face. “plus, you have your own ice cream.”

“you know how much i love taking small bites from yours! just one bite, i promise i won’t complain about how disgusting it tastes,” you swear, placing a hand over your heart to show your sincerity (or at least you tried to show how sincere you look).

veritas stares at you for five seconds straight and lets out a begrudging sigh. “fine, but if i hear one word of complaint escape your mouth i am taking away those chips you love.”

you nodded quickly, taking veritas's ice cream in your hands. you observed it for a while before taking a small bite — veritas was right. you hated this, but knowing that he will get angry at you for complaining, you kept it to yourself. “mm… delicious…” you hesitantly veritas, handing veritas his ice cream back.

he looks at you with a weird look. “really? are you sure you like it?”

you nod, not wanting to say anything else because you know you’re going to complain. veritas leads you back to the car, driving back home.

“...that ice cream tasted so disgusting.” you ended up saying in the middle of the ride.

“i fucking knew it.”

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moonsaver · 2 months

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You find silence to be quite fearsome, as of late.

There are many occasions Dr. Ratio comes back home in a bad mood, irritable to no end. Always passing snide remarks, commenting on the "gap" between yours and his intelligence, subtly jabbing and snipping away at your self-esteem until it's enough to pamper his own ego.

Half the times, you can only sulk away. You unfortunately had the experience of finding out it is extremely hard to argue with someone who manages to twist and make passages out of meager comments, driving you into a corner, and ultimately delivering the final blow to your ego.

The other half times, his words eventually end up getting to you, no matter how hard you try. Throat constricting painfully to hold in sobs, eyes watery with anger and vulnerability, voice shaking from the pain of his comments jabbing straight into your already bruised heart.

Sometimes, you wonder if he finds it enticing. He argues endlessly with you, droning on about how he's not entertaining this with an idiot like yourself, but still persisting and breaking down each and any arguments you have.

Until you finally break into sobs.

He huffs, almost groans, after silently watching you sob for a minute. He walks over to the bathroom, and prepares a bath. After a few minutes of tinkering sounds from the bathroom, a collusion of sloshing and the dripping on water on the tiled floor, he peeks out. He drapes his eager hand around your waist, guiding your face into whichever body part you decide to fit it in, and comforts you in a rough, coarse manner. Alright, fine, why don't you just join him for a bath? Let him take care of you just as always. You're pathetic, and he supposes he's even less than that, caring for someone as weak as you.. though he won't even deny you're quite possibly his only and favorite weakness.

Those meaningless thoughts only warp and distort and swirl endlessly in your mind, as both of you share silence in the bathtub, his arm always around your waist, snugly holding you well in place. It's almost obvious, the way his hand traces the curves of your body, occasionally tracing the outline of your collarbone, the coarseness of his hand poorly hidden by the hot water and faux gentleness, burying himself into his book, as if his skin doesn't practically crave to intertwine into yours.

And that's how things usually end. Quiet nights where he gives you commands, positions you however he pleases and massages whatever products and body oils he fancied for himself, hoping you don't notice just how needy he is, as he presses a chaste kiss to your jaw, and huffing. He goes to sleep shortly after.

Sometimes, however, it's worse.

Veritas comes home quiet.

He doesn't speak. He doesn't announce his presence with a huff or a groan or a complaint. He steps in quietly, dropping whatever things he carried near the doorstep, as he stares at you from the unlit hallway. His eyes are piercingly quiet, almost tearing through the tense silence as they drink in your silhouette, anxiously waiting for a word from him.

At night, you hear noises from the other room – one which you are completely denied access to, tightly locked to the point it doesn't budge a milimeter.

Clacking, constant clacking sounds, tinkering, tinkering, and a few coughs. A few rare moments of soundly running water, then followed by abrupt silence as the process continues. He returns to bed quietly after a few hours, even deciding to skip his shared bathtime with you, choosing to simmer alone with his own thoughts.

Of course, it still takes a while to clean the absolute ludicrous amounts of dust that emanates from the room, even if it's just a bit that leaks from the bottom slit.

He won't tell you – or rather he doesn't feel the need to. You are his muse; he had told you once already. It's your fault if you didn't pay attention. Fortunately for you.. it's not a lesson you need to remember. At least for now. His fingertips gently run along the clay face, outlining the details of your face he has felt with his own fingers, closing his eyes as he imagines it as you. A muse. A subject. A desire. Whatever it is, he plans to embed it into clay. This time.. he was working on a larger piece, the clay imitating the curve of your waist as he had felt it thousands of times before in the bathtub, the crook of your neck, the eyelashes of your pretty, pathetic, teary eyes..

Perhaps.. You'd remember what he said. Someday. For now, it's his past time, whenever he needs to blow off steam.

He returns to his usual demeanor in the morning.

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catscidr · 2 months

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Dr ratio and student (adult) reader who tried really hard to study but she is kinda failing? 😭 I once had strict teacher like ratio and he was softer to me, so Idk if ratio would be the same or even more mean

this is a little different from what you asked. BUT. i Do think that he wouldn't be mean n would help u study because it means you're trying to not be an idiot and his whole shtick is trying to make people less dumb. ykwim. i might've projected a littol bit... times r tough what can i say <(ㅍ _ㅍ)> cw: blurb/headcanon format (?), hurt/comfort technically because ratio is a little mean. it's not that bad tho trust, university setting includes: gn!student!reader, professor!veritas ratio, can be read as either platonic or romantic (or favoritism lmao) wc: 1k

-ˋˏ I think he would be pretty frustrated at first. How come all your studying did little to nothing to change your less-than-ideal grades? Especially when he’s the one teaching you, at this point it’s an insult to him and his teaching skills!

-ˋˏ ...but when you showed up to his office with your lips curled down in deep a frown, downturned brows and meek eyes that refused to meet his gaze for more than three seconds and reflected just how embarrassed (and almost ashamed) you were, he could only sigh and wave his hand to gesture for you to come in.

-ˋˏ You took out your textbook, your notes and the study guide he had made specifically for the final exam. They felt heavier in your hands than they usually do, since now he could very well take a single look at your messy, scribbled notes and turn you away for “wasting his time” like you’ve seen him do with other struggling students. You couldn’t afford failing this exam though, so you place down your things on his (now cleared) desk and sit at the edge of the chair he had across of him, silently praying to whatever god to grant you some mercy.

-ˋˏ His first reaction was... not good, for lack of better words. Your notes were a mess and there were splotches of black all over about five pages— the result of an unfortunate accident where your pen exploded in your hands during an all-nighter. He was tempted to turn you away or to, at the very least, scold you for being so disorganized, but he wouldn’t be the infamous Doctor Veritas Ratio if he did. One look at you and he could tell that you hadn’t slept properly in God-knows how long, that you hadn’t eaten a proper meal in just as long, and that you had the drive to study, but for a reason unknown to you, simply couldn’t. Or, at least not in a way that made you retain the information you tried to hammer into your brain.

-ˋˏ You'd sit there; hands folded in your lap, eyes refusing to meet his, silently waiting for him to say something, anything lest you implode on the spot. Ratio would gloss over your notes, eyes lingering on the little doodles of yourself you drew in the margins of the page with a little speech bubble saying ‘help’ right above it, and would hold in a sigh. Crossing his arms over his chest he would lean back in his chair and tilt his head, burning holes in your skull until you lifted your head up. He wouldn’t say a word, he’d be as patient as he needed to be, waiting.

-ˋˏ When you finally looked over at him you swore you felt your heart drop to your ass (how long had he been staring?) as you forced yourself to not grab your stuff and dip. “Um-” you started speaking but he promptly shut you up by interrupting you with a question of his own; “Do you honestly think you can study adequately in such conditions?”

-ˋˏ (Of course he’d notice, you scold yourself internally. There’s no way to successfully hide the dark circles under my eyes.)

-ˋˏ You’re taking way too long to answer, too absorbed into your head to speak, and it’s starting to get under his skin. His frown seems embedded onto his face, the absence of his plaster head making you quiver in fear from the sheer amount of frustration he must feel because of you. Unfortunately, you’re nowhere near as observant as he is— because if you were, you would have noticed that his frustration wasn’t aimed at you, but at himself. How did he let it get this bad? He’s supposed to be a teacher, and teachers are supposed to care for their pupils

-ˋˏ (It might seem like he couldn’t give two shits about his students, but he does care— in his own harsh way. He considers kicking people out of his class a blessing; if he didn’t care about their wellbeing, he would have let them stay and feel stupid as well as let them be completely overwhelmed as a result of not understanding the content of his lessons and the workload he assigns. Of course, he doesn’t want people to drop his class, but if that’s what it takes for people to not go insane then so be it. He’s made peace with it.)

-ˋˏ “When was the last time you were able to sleep for longer than eight hours consecutively?” he asks, intense gaze unfaltering as your eyes dart all over his office in a poor attempt at avoiding the inevitable. Finally, you look at him sheepishly, and mumble a number that was far from satisfactory in his books. He clicks his tongue and unfurls his arms, grabbing your books strewn across his desk and shuts them, sliding them over towards you. You sit, puzzled and flustered that you’ve gone all this way just for him to kick you out. If he was going to be an ass, he should have just dismissed you as soon as—

-ˋˏ “Your assignment is to get a good night’s rest. Do not come into my classroom if you haven’t slept for 8 hours minimum. If I see you work dark circles as prominent as the ones you have right now, I’ll drag you to the nearest bed or couch myself.”

...Can’t say you expected that kind of response.

-ˋˏ You can’t even get a word in before he beats you to it, already knowing what you were about to say. “I’ll let you retake the exam if I deem your health to be unacceptable when you arrive in the lecture hall for the exam.” You shut your mouth, unsure of what to even say in response. You really felt like you were being scolded.

-ˋˏ He would gladly help you study when you come back looking (and feeling) refreshed, though. Not that he’d show it with his body language, but his actions said everything. He’d bring energy bars for you to snack on while he explained material you struggled with, would be patient when you’d ask seemingly dumb questions (one time you asked him why he hadn’t kicked you out of his class yet, and that was the first time he actually scolded you. Because that was the first dumb question you asked him).

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Dr.Ratio x Student!Reader

Word Count͟͟͞͞➳❥ 6.6k (One-Shot)

Reader is gender neutral !afab // Not proofread

A/N͟͟͞͞➳❥English is not my first language so I apologize for any grammar errors. I've never properly written NSFW before as I'm violently Ace. I'm also more used to writing longer stories so I apologize if anything feels rushed. I've tried my best. This is purely self-indulgent

Cw ➳❥ age gap (reader is 25, Ratio is 30), porn with plot, dubcon?, P in V, masturbation, mutual pinning (they’re in denial), slight OOC, Cunnilingus, licking, Dr.ratio being mean, Ratio being referred as Veritas(towards the end), mentions of private parts, softcore porn, soft dom, kinda slow burn?,

Summary ➳❥ When you arrived at the academy, you immediately caught the eye of Dr.Ratio. The genius felt both amazed and irritated by your methods.

Dr. Ratio was thought to be free of carnal emotions. The man pried himself on being free of idiocy, free of impulsive thoughts and actions. Everything he does is meticulously planned. From the way he teaches to the way, he bathes in the evening. He was known to be one of the strictest and hardest teachers in the guild, his class barely making the 10% pass mark. Not only did you need to figure it out yourself, but you had to prove you wanted to learn. His reputation was kept up carefully and preceded him. Even though he wasn’t liked by the majority of students in the academy, everyone knew better than to disrespect him. He’s earned his attitude, to everyone’s misfortune.

Every day was the same for Dr.Ratio. The same idiotic student asking the same idiotic questions, the disappointment he felt towards his coworkers, and the stability of his reputation keeping its ground. Only when you arrived, that his foundation start to crack. You weren’t special at first, simply a new arrival to the academy. Your attitude was over-optimistic and light-hearted. He hated the way you were carefree about your teachings. It didn’t take long for him to indirectly target his attitude towards you. For what you had in personality, your intellect deceived it. Every time he came at you with an impossible equation or theory, you would calmly come out with multiple answers, no matter if they were wrong or not. He’d berate you for your ‘’stupidity’’ as he said it. You stayed unfazed, simply stating:

-’’ You can’t succeed without failing, that is the process of learning.’’

He was both annoyed and somewhat impressed by your calm, carefree answer to his berating. He scoffed before leaving you alone for that day. The interaction gave you some attention from classmates who were more afraid of him. Over the next few months, you became more popular with the students in his class, even tutoring some of them. You had a more gentle approach than Ratio when explaining material to your fellow students.

Ratio heard about your little tutoring work and decided to observe from afar. He stood away from the table you and the student you’d be helping that way were seated. His plaster mask was on his complexion to hide his expression, helping him concentrate on the work you were doing. He listened as you talked calmly to the student who was having a hard time. He was expecting you to just give the answer away, like any other idiot would to make another idiot shut up, but you didn’t. As the student looked distressed from the assignment, you stayed optimistic asking questions to direct the student in the right direction without giving them the right answer. You listened to the student as they spewed an egregious amount of terrible theories. You never lost your cool, explaining the equation as much as you needed to. When the students apologized for being stupid, you shushed them.

-’’ If you were stupid, you wouldn’t give me answers in the first place. They may be wrong, but it proves you’re thinking. You’ll figure it out soon or later.’’ Your voice was soft, caring and hushed down. A bold contrast to Dr. Ratios's class.

Ratio witnesses the interaction with a seemingly blank face. He didn’t understand how you were able to deal with so much idiocy. You had potential, potential wasted on helping idiots. Nonetheless, a part of him was impressed by your patience and stable emotional state. He didn’t necessarily agree with your methods, thinking you were too soft, but credit is due where it’s due. He left the premises with a wandering thought.

The next class with him arrived and you sat in your usual spot. It took a while for everyone else to arrive. Once everyone was seated, you all waited patiently for Dr.Ratio to arrive. To everyone's detriment, your teacher arrived with an enormous pile of papers. He slammed the stack on his desk making a loud slamming noise before he turned towards the blackboard to write today’s plans. Everyone groaned as the words ‘’surprise test’’ appeared on the board. Some students started to freak out while others just sighed in exhaustion. Ratio wasn’t going to make it easy for you huh? He took the plaster mask off of his face and placed it on his desk before facing the class. He looked unimpressed by everyone’s reactions.

-’’ Today, we’re going to see if you have been listening so far this semester.’’ He beamed loud enough for the whole classroom to hear. ‘’ You have an hour, no more no less, to answer these questions.’’

The whole class reluctantly mutters a ‘’yes, sir’’ as Ratio starts handing out the papers to each student. You reached out to your hand to take the papers. When it was your turn you carefully grabbed the papers but it resisted your pull. Ratio wasn’t letting go of it until you looked up at his eyes. He was staring you down mischievously, piercing your gaze with his gold, crimson eyes. The fainted grin on the corner of his lips. You felt your heart skip a beat as you helplessly stared at his face. He let go of the paper when your gaze reached his.

-’’ I expect better from you, y/n.’’ He states coldly, before continuing his route.

You were left speechless and flustered. You had to force your heart from skipping too many beats. You always thought your teacher was good-looking. You thought his attitude would be enough to throw you off, but your feelings were speaking otherwise. When the test started, you tried your best to concentrate, but the image of his eyes gazing into yours was making your brain overheat. Somehow you manage to write down mostly acceptable answers. You didn’t know how you kept your cool through it all. Not only was the test unprepared, but it was challenging. You could hear the discouraged sighs of your classmates. An hour passed and Ratio hollered the students to put their pens down. As he collected the paper, the tension in the classroom escalated. The students weren’t happy and it showed. When it was your turn, Ratio took your copy out of your hand. He gave it a quick look, frowning but scoffing and placing it on the pile. Well, that’s encouraging.

When every copy was collected, Dr.Ratio announced for the class to be dismissed, to which every student ecstatically ran off. You sighed in relief, ready to walk home and relax. As you pack your bags, a voice disturbs your thoughts.

-’’ y/n, stay here, I want to have a word with you.’’ Ratio exclaimed loudly.

Some of your classmates gave you apologetic looks, feeling bad for you. You gave Dr.Ratio a look, annoyed at the sudden order. You reluctantly sat back down on your chair. By the time everyone left, you were all alone with him. He took his sweet doing whatever he needed to do. You decided to bring out a book from your bag, reading meticulously. After a while, you looked up from your book to find Dr.Ratio grading the papers in front of you. Was he seriously going to make you wait here until he finished grading the entire stack? You sighed, aggravated. You look back down on your book, reading for what felt like hours. Suddenly, a slam in front of you breaks your concentration. You put your book down, only to see a graded paper in front of you. It’s a failed mark. You thought it was your copy until you read the name.

-’’ That’s not my name.’’ You stated calmly, staring up at the man towering over you. Your heart jumped again, but you kept composure.

-’’ Good to know you can read.’’ He says with a scoff on his face. ‘’ Your tutoring student hasn’t learned it seems.’’

You widen your eyes slightly, it was indeed a classmate you tutored the other day. You raised your eyebrow suspiciously at Ratio. How did he-

-’’ I saw you trying to tutor him, it was excruciating to watch.’’

Oh, that’s how. You winced at his with an air of confusion. Then it clicked in your mind. The sudden test happened the day after your tutoring session. Did he seriously prepare an entire test because he felt disdain at your attempt to help your classmates?

-’’ Did you create this test to prove me wrong?’’ You mutter, slightly aggravated.

He looks at you for a while, his eyes piercing deep into yours. You couldn’t help but think how pretty he was even with his dignified attitude.

-’’ How perceptive of you.’’ He grinned, amused by your reaction. ‘’ I wanted to prove to you how unproductive your methods are.’’

Your eyes widen, taken off guard by his bold confession. You couldn’t keep a snarl off your face. He has all the right to be unreasonable with you, but not with people who struggle to understand his teachings. So what if you were softer than him? So what if you had a more empathic approach to teaching than he did? You were more emotionally driven than him, but what is the issue with that? It made you feel some anger at the thought. If it wasn’t for the way he made your heart skip beats, you’d have the courage to tell him off then and there. Unfortunately for you, you folded way too easily to his expression on you. He observed your expression closely, a smirk appearing as he noticed your change in composure.

-’’ That is all, you are free to go now.’’ He says waving you off.

You were left speechless, was he serious? This righteous, prideful asshole. You backed your bag without a word. You were fuming at this point. Hurt and baffled. You stormed towards the door, Ratio watching you leave. You opened the door with force before turning around to face him. ‘’ Just because you’re smart and handsome, doesn’t mean you have the right to bash people on the ground!’’ You exclaimed with a poisonous tone before leaving the room, letting the door slam shut behind you.

Your sudden outburst amused Ratio, before realizing what you’ve said. A look of surprise flashes on his face.

…Handsome?

You arrive at your apartment, throwing your bag on the floor, ready for this day to end. You shower, make dinner and watch the news. Blissfully unaware of what you’ve done. It’s only when you read your book in bed, the clock ticking slowly that you suddenly realize. Oh god, Oh no, You’ve just called your teacher, the man you unfortunately kinda have the hots for. You press your hands on your cheek, red from the sudden embarrassment. How were you going to face him tomorrow now….

...

The next day, you dreaded his class the entire time. You couldn’t concentrate on your other classes with the sheer anxiety you felt. Throughout the day you kept trying to rationalize yourself. Maybe he didn’t hear you. Maybe he did but simply ignored it. Maybe he’d just ignore you for the end of time now, which was honestly the better option for both of you. You couldn’t date him even if you wanted to. He was your teacher after all. Yes, the age gap wasn’t outrageous, but nonetheless. You both knew better than to succumb to these feelings, right…?

It’s finally time for your class with Dr.Ratio and you couldn’t be more dreadful about it. You take a deep breath, composing yourself to ask like everything is fine. You enter the classroom, happy to see you’re not the only one who has arrived. You sit in your regular spot, taking out your notes. The class fills slowly. Hours seem to pass as you anxiously await Ratio to enter and start today’s lesson. You still felt insulted by his game yesterday, the feelings mixing, confusing you further. You couldn’t wait to see him, as much as you dreaded his presence. Your thoughts wander, visualize his eyes, his hair and his chest. Wait, What? You shook your head, brushing the thought off. No, you could let yourself have a crush on him. At this moment, Ratio enters the room, bringing the class to a hush. He looks at the students in front of him, with an air of disdain. His gaze suddenly jolts towards you. Your heart jumps again, unable to tell the emotions behind his eyes. He sighs coldly, turning towards the blackboard to write down today’s subject. -‘’ Today’s lesson is about the basics of combinatory. Do not disappoint me.’’ He states. You couldn’t help but feel as if that warning was targeted at you.

The class ended, and you’re putting away your notes and pencils. You have tutoring planned for after class. Considering the subject you were freshly taught, it wouldn’t be a surprise if multiple showed up. You hurried your pace, rushing towards the door. Before you were able to leave, you felt a strong hand take hold of your wrist. The grip itself was firm, but not too harsh. You looked back in surprise to see Dr.Ratio next to you. Your thoughts exploded, anxiety rising. Did he hear what you said? Did he not forget? You try helplessly to hide the flushed expression on your face, hoping it won’t throw him off. He towers over you, his expression blank, his eyes devouring yours in interest. You gulp silently as you slowly meet his gaze, unable to avoid his muscly chest in the process. He squints his eyes in response.

-’’ I-Is there an issue professor?’’ You manage to murmur out. His grip on your wrist loosens. He gives you a seemingly unamused look.

-’’ Mind if we…discuss before you head toward your tutoring?’’ He asks coldly.

You gulp silently, surprised by this impromptu proposition. You accept reluctantly. A smirk appears on his face. He leans towards you slightly.

-’’ Wait here, while we wait for the crowd to leave.’’ He states with an expressionless look on his face.

Dr.Ratio watches you as you head back to your seat. He watches you as you sit down nervously. Unbeknownst to you, he’s been thinking about your words all night last night. He as always found you attractive from a distance. You’re even more beautiful from up close. The ways your eyes shine, and the way your cheek turns rosy from his attention. Unfortunately, he wasn’t here to fulfill any type of fantasy. Actually, he was going to break your heart. A teacher-student relationship is less than ideal, and you both had a reputation to keep. You weren’t hard to read, especially for a genius like him. Although the thought of making you cry gave him a pit feeling in his stomach, it was the best for everyone. To shatter your wishes, whether you knew they were impossible or not. Keeping you at a safe distance even if it meant never having a chance to rebuild any kind of interaction with you ever again.

His gaze goes back to you once everyone has left. The class is silent as he locks the door. He doesn’t anyone to barge inside, making this hard moment harder for you. He was going to shatter you after all. He walks slowly towards his desk, the sounds of his shoes and your breathing echoing through the room. He calls you over. You put away the book you’ve been reading, awaiting him. You sit up and approach him as he leans on his desk. You stand in front of him, feeling minuscule.

-’’ What do you wish to discuss?’’ You ask, avoiding his gaze.

Ratio studies your face carefully, feeling his dedication falter now that you’re close. He gives you an unamused look, which raises your anxiety. He sighs. He raises his hand, about to speak before you cut him off.

-’’ If it’s about my outburst towards you yesterday, I apologize!’’ You exclaim, your cheeks were rosy from embarrassment. You bow to him in respect.

Ratio is caught off guard, staring at you with widened eyes. You manage to blank his thoughts for a few seconds.

-’’ I shouldn’t have lost composure in front of my superior, I take full responsibility.’’ You continue. Your heart squeezes when you hear him scoff.

Dr.Ratio looks at you still bowed, a conflicted look on his face. He couldn’t help to think how adorable you looked, but he couldn’t help to also fear his feelings towards you. He was here to break your heart, to make you run away from him, but your sudden apology caused his brain to stop for the first time in forever. He finds himself wanting two things at the same time. He wanted you, your lips on his, but inside he fought those thoughts. He couldn’t. It would be unjust for you. He couldn’t let himself play with such a fragile dynamic. His rationality was slowly losing its grip on his conscience.

You stayed bowed, awaiting a scolding or any kind of punishment, but it never came. You feel a gentle hand on your shoulder.

-’’ Stand up y/n.’’ He says, guiding your shoulder up.

You meet eye-to-eye with him again. You notice a change in his expression. He looks embarrassed and conflicted. You decide not to comment on it. Your face flushes from the sight. You both stare at each other like this for what feels like an eternity. After a while, he takes his hand off your shoulder.

-’’ You are forgiven. Go home.’’ He says almost sheepishly.

You nod slowly, taking a few steps back. You could cut the tension with a knife, as you slowly take your bags and head for the door. Ratio watches you. His gaze never leaves your body. When you leave his class without a word, he sighs, dejected. He wasn’t able to break your heart.

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It's the next day, and although today was free, you couldn’t stay inside. As you walk around the guild station, your mind wanders to the events of last night.

When you finally went home after the tutoring session, you couldn’t get Ratio out of your mind. Before bed, you were unable to dissipate the tension inside your body. Shamelessly, you ended up stimulating your clit with your fingers, imagining they belonged to Ratio instead. Pathetically moaning out his name softly out of your lips.

You snapped yourself back to reality, hoping to forget that shameful night. You couldn’t keep fantasizing about him forever, it would hinder your studies, He was way out of your league anyway. He’s your superior, not your classmate. Yet, you couldnt wrap your head about how he acted with you yesterday after class. He was acting strange as if he had more to say. Maybe he felt something that day too? You quickly shake those thoughts away. You end up walking through the academic district, finding a bench to rest on. You quietly observed the trees and the plants around you, enjoying the calm.

Dr. Ratio walked out of his office, plaster mask on his face. He was growing increasingly infuriated at the lack of concentration he was getting. His mind is still on the adorableness of your expression when apologizing to him, unable to decide if he can embrace you or not. You bring out the worst of him, the carnal desires that he so hopelessly tries to avoid in the name of intellect. He leaves the premises, deciding to take a well-deserved walk, surely some fresh air will bring him back to his senses. As he walked through the academic he thought about how his life as been out of balance since you appeared. Your body, your mind, it makes him go insane. He couldn’t keep his gaze off of you in class and it frustrated him. He can only hope to keep his distance from now on. Ratio knew you somehow had some form of attachment towards him. This game was getting more and more dangerous. This isn’t something you’d want so carelessly. Something suddenly caught the corner of his eyes. He turns around and sees you sitting peacefully on a bench across from him. His mind reels. He sighs heavily in frustration, his rationality thrown out of the window.

Your eyes are closed, breathing deeply to enjoy the fresh air. Your mind slowly calms as you find yourself free of thoughts. Unfortunately for you, fate had other plans. You feel the bench shift in weight, someone has sat down next to you. You open your eyes only to be welcomed by Dr.Ratio himself. He sat, his legs slightly spread his profile face to you, His mask was on as he stared in front of him. He doesn’t speak for a while, as if he’s ignoring you. Your mind goes haywire once more, flashbanging you with thoughts of last night and recollections of yesterday’s events. You visibly blush, turning the back of your head against him. Tension sets above the both of you, and an uncomfortable silence sets in.

Your body lit a flame inside of you, once you desperately tried to distinguish. You wanted him, there was no denying it, yet you couldn’t find yourself to admit it.

Ratio finally looked at you, witnessing your overwhelmed behaviour. He called out your name, to which you turned to face him. Behind his mask, Ratio’s eyes widened slightly. Your face was flushed, frustrated. He looked away from you once more, covering the mouth of his mask as if he was pondering. You looked at him curiously, your mind reeling. He groans heavily before grabbing your hand and dragging you away from there. You’re forced to follow him close behind, you try to free yourself from the grip, but he won’t budge. Ratio enters the building with you and barely throws you into his office. -’’ Hey! What the hell!’’ You shouted as he shut the door and locked it behind him.

The mask made it impossible for you to read his emotions or his intentions. He approached you angrily, making you back up until your ass eventually bumps on his desk. Your arms reach behind you, gripping at the edge of the desk to hold yourself. Ratio stands in from of you, towering over you. You stare helplessly at the blank-faced mask. He leans towards you, preventing you from running away. -’’ Confess to me.’’ He blurts out, seemingly unfazed. You widen your eyes, a gasp leaving your throat. -’’ I- Excuse me?!’’ -’’ I know how you feel about me, you’re not hard to read. Quite easy actually. So confess, let me reject you, and we can move on and forget anything ever happened.’’ You stare at him appalled. A mixture of embarrassment and need curling inside your stomach. You felt insulted by the hurtful words, but you found yourself questioning what he meant. If he knew how you felt from the start, why pressure you like this? It’s not like you were planning to confess. You were ready to let these feelings die, so why was he so insistent to reject you in person? It clicked. Heat rises to your face. -’’ You feel the same.’’ You blurt out, sounding less surprised than you intended to.

Ratio’s body tensed. He should’ve known that you would’ve figured it out. You were one of his top students after all. He sighs, unwilling to let this get out of control. -’’ Even if I did, it would be detrimental to the both of us.’’ He murmurs. -’’ I happen to be aware of the same consequences.’’ You whisper, your words rolling out of your tongue.

Your needs starting to exceed your reasoning. The memories of the sins from all night plaguing your mind. The way moaned his name and the way you yearned for his touch. Something has never felt so forbidden to you. Yet, your core felt like it was on fire. Ratio noticed the gradual fissures in your expression. He leans in closer, irritated by both you and the way his body yearned for the same things as you.

-’’ Are you aware of what would happen if-’’ You cut him off, placing your lips on the lips of the masks. You stayed there for a few seconds before pulling your head back, waiting for a reaction from him. Behind the mask, Ratio’s eyes widened. His face felt hot anf his reasoning shattered as soon as he felt the pressure on his lips. He takes a step back from you, waiting to see if you’ll run. The longer you stayed still on the edge of that desk, the more his restraint was crumbling away. He removes the mask from his face. His eyes were furrowed, piercing deep inside your gaze. His face was reddened and startled by your bold move. An almost unperceivable grin on the corner of his lips. Your eyes never left his as he placed the mask on the corner of his desk. He leaned back. You couldn’t tell if he was annoyed at you or not. His lips would graze yours if you moved an inch.

‘’ Not a word about this outside this room. Understood.’’ He whispered dominantly, his breath leaving shivers on your skin.

-’’ Not a word.’’ You whispered shakily, barely holding on to your conscience as it melted in front of him.

-’’ Damn you.’’ He groaned, placing his lips hungrily on yours. Your mouth collapsed onto each other, months of attraction crashing in this moment. You wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. Ratio lifts you slightly, placing you on the top of the desk. His hands wander on your back, making you gasp. Ratio takes the opportunity to evade your lips with his tongue, exploring its every crevice. The kiss lasts for a while until Ratio breaks it. A soft moan escapes your lips as he trails kisses from your jaw to your neck. His hands trail back to your chest, slowly unbuttoning the first few buttons of your shirt revealing your bra and breast. He moves his kisses to your collarbone.

-’’ Fuck, Ratio…’’ You whimpered.

You feel his hand grab your chin as he pulls off of you to look into your eyes. He seemed to enjoy the view, a grin at the edge of his lips.

-’’ Veritas. I order you to call me Veritas in private.’’ He commands you.

You don’t find the words to answer, but you nod eagerly. Satisfied by your obedience, Veritas places his lips on the skin of your collarbone, bruising it slightly where no one would see. A low whine opens your mouth. You could feel his grin on your skin as you sweetly sang for him. He moves one of his legs between yours, passively rubbing your core, making you whimper more as he continues to bruise your skin. He pulls back, observing his canvas with a satisfied expression. Your eyes were watery from the fire burning in your core, and your cheeks were now a deep crimson. You looked pathetic to him and he reveled at the sight.

-’’ Look at you, is this what you wanted.’’ He purred, leaning back next to your ear. His hand slipped inside your bottoms, rubbing on the wet fabric of your panties.

You simply whine as an answer, letting him do as he pleases with you. He stops teasing your folds to swiftly pull off your bottom clothes. Leaving you with only your panties on. His lips find their way back on yours, devouring your mouth once more. He goes back to teasing your folds with his hand while the other trails its way to the clips of your bra. With a swift movement, he unclips your bra, pulling it off your body to reveal your bare breast to him. He escaped you with a pop, making you whimper at the sudden loss of heat. Without rest, he teases your nipple with his tongue. You moan softly at the way he treated your body, your head melting from the arousal you were drowning in. Your panties were now wet and sticky from the stimulation. A low chuckle escapes his lips at the sound of your blissful noises. He separates his lips from your nipple, making them perky from the chilly air.

Veritas traces kisses down your waist to the inner of your thighs. Your body shutters at his touches, boosting his ego as he sees you melt before him. His thumb draws a circle on your clothes cunt, drawing sweet honeyed mean out of you. Your whole body felt hot, your core twitching at the pleasure he was giving you. Veritas scoffs at the slick on your panties.

-’’ You’ve been thinking for a while, haven’t you?’’ He growls, dangerously close to your soaking folds. The vibration makes you whimper lowly in your throat. ‘’Be a darling and take that thing off.’’ He purrs, slipping a finger under the fabric and stretching it before letting it go, slapping against your skin.

You exhale heavily, raising your thighs towards you. You push your underwear away with your head, undressing your cunt in front of him. His eyes glisten with hunger and lust. He can’t help to lick his lips, witnessing your glistening cunt. The gesture makes you embarrassed, causing you to close your legs together slightly. Veritas frowns, grabbing your thighs with his hands, and spreading them. You choke a gaps, feeling the cold air.

-’’ That’s better.’’ He chimes.

His words made you hotter, feeling more slick pooling down your cunt as he eagerly place a kiss right on your clit. You shutter, unable to move your thighs out of his rough grasp. Ratio starts leaving small pecks around your cunt, teasing you as you struggle to keep yourself together. He left a long lap with his tongue between the folds of your cunt as a warning. You barely catch your breath before he dives in, finally devouring you as if you were his last meal. A loud moan escapes your lungs, resonating in the room. Your noises decorate the room as his tongue makes its magic on you. Veritas knows how to make you feel better than you could ever imagine. He closes his eyes as he fucks your hole with his mouth, tracing circles around your folds with his tongue. He takes his time, making you feel your edge as your back collapses on his desk, spread like a piece of art only he can savour. Your juices drip down his chin as he continues to taste your essence. You were about to reach for his hair before he let go of his grip on your thighs, leaning away from your cunt. The filthy display of his chin covered in your slick twist a knot in your core. Your needy walls clench at nothing, making you desperate for some sort of release. He gazes at your expression, like a predator in the middle of devouring its prey.

-’’ Take those legs and hold them there darling~.’’ He whispers, lous enough for you to hear.

You took no time to fulfill his request. You held your thighs close to your chest, freeing his hand to properly treat you. Veritas goes back to lapping at your cunt. He slowly inserts two fingers into your soaking cunt, getting a whine out of you. He pumps them in and out of you at a slow pace, building up your high. Your breaths are erratic, and your mind is completely blank apart from the pleasure you’re receiving. Soon after, Veritas leaves a few kisses on your puffy and reddened clit, giving it a suck from time to time. The sensations make you shiver. Your skin jolts every time his mouth pleases your clit. You mewl pathetically as he curved his fingers, applying pressure to your g-spot. Veritas separates his mouth from your puffy to give you comforting kisses on your inner thigh. He fastens the pace of his fingers, driving you to the edge of insanity. As soon as you clench his fingers, so close to your release, he pulls his fingers out of you. You muffle a cry, the knot in your core loosening painfully. Your body is begging for friction, something to fill and stretch you.

Veritas gets up from his knees, whipping your fluids off his chin with his arm. A pleased grin appears on his face as he watches you lay mostly bare on his desk. You shuffle your weight slightly, feeling exposed by his gaze on you. Your hand is still holding your thigh against your perked-up breast. He leans over you, pressing the clothed prison of his hard cock twitching near your cunt. He forces the fingers he use to fuck your pussy into your mouth. You instinctively suck on them, rolling your tongue on his fingers to lick them clean. He pulls them out with a satisfied look on his face.

He gently holds your cheek within the palm of his hand, moving your face up so that he’s able to plant a soft kiss on your lips. He pulls back, a line of slick connecting you both. His gaze has softened momentarily, observing the now visible hickeys on your shoulder and collarbone.

-’’ You are a magnificent display of art.’’ He whispers, his lips gazing at yours.

You didn’t have the strength to muster an answer, only holding back a soft whine. Veritas chuckles deeply, trailing his back back on your cunt, giving it a few teaseful slaps. You squeal, feeling your hole clench at nothing. You could feel the twitches of his begging cock on your inner thigh. Veritas gets off of you to free himself from his trousers, never losing eye contact with you. His eyes glisten at the thought of fucking you right there on his desk. You shiver in anticipation. His member almost bounces out of his boxers, aching in search of relief. You stare in awe at the display in front of you. You raise your hand towards your face, attempting to hide your embarrassment. Once free of cloth, he leans back towards you, his member sloppily grinding on your cunt, soaking itself in your slick. You gasp at the sudden pressure on your core. Veritas takes hold of your wrist, moving it away from your face to reveal your flushed erotic expression. He hums, pleased with the view. He places a firm kiss on your jaw.

-’’ You’re beautiful.’’ He chimes with a heavy breath.

He positions the tip at the entrance of your cunt, applying minimal pressure to prepare you. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, placing slow and sloppy kisses. You choke a cry, wanting nothing more but for him to spread you. He answers your cry, plunging slowly inside avoiding breaking you. You gasp at the fullness as he hisses in the crook of your neck. You wrap your arms around his back, keeping him close to you. Your pussy clenches around his length as he penetrates you.

-’’ You’re so damn tight, you haven’t done this a lot haven’t you?’’ He scoffs, lifting his head to meet your gaze.

You look dazedly at him, and a few tears drop at the edge of your eyes. He kisses them off softly. You bring your arms around his neck, urging him closer to you as he starts moving his hips into you. Your hands find their way to his cheeks, pressing your lips on his and he melts into it. You both deepen the kiss between stifled moans. The obscene noises of wet skin slapping were melodic to your ears. Your pussy clenching desperately on his cock as he gradually quickens his pace. Veritas takes hold of your leg, spreading them further to fuck you to his liking. His thick cock hits all the right spots, giving you pleasure in the form of friction. He breaks the kiss with a raspy groan, feeling himself succumbing to his high. He raises his upper body, sweat dripping off of his muscles. With a hand, he pushes back the damp hair sticking to his forehead. Such an appealing view brings you close to the edge. He looks inhumanly attractive, like a statue made of marble. He seems to read your mind as you carelessly stare at him in awe. A chuckles escapes him, as he uses his now free hand to apply pressure on your neglected clit. You mewl at the sudden stimulation, but you welcome it, your legs shaking erotically. Veritas continues to fuck you, reaching deeper into you. His thumb rotates gently around the swollen clit. You feel the tip of his length barely kissing your cervix. The knot in your core tightens more and more, feeling like it’ll burst. At this point you can only shutter pathetically, exhaling gibberish begging for Veritas to let you come. Veritas is more than happy to let you, as he continues to bully your clit, slapping his cock deep into you. He grabs you waist, strong enough to leave bruises, slapping your body harshly on the base of his cock. The base of his leg now lines with a white ring of filth. He leans closer, whispering with a honeyed tone, his breathing erratic and hot.

-’’ You’re going to come for me now, right darling.’’

-’’ Ugh~Ah~ p-please fill me~’’ You manage to beg in between hot breath and the mush your brain has become.

Veritas titters breathlessly, amused by your fucked-out behaviour. He wasn’t expecting you to beg for his seed inside of you so easily. As much as he was honoured by the proposition, he was conscious enough to know this wasn’t a good idea. He kisses your sticky forehand gently.

-’’ I’m sorry, maybe next time.’’ He whispers. You feel the knot inside of you ready to burst, moaning loudly with tears in your eyes. Veritas purrs praises next to your ear, encouraging you to come on his cock. He licks a tear dripping down your cheek. The knot snaps, causing your body to vibrate vigorously under him. You grip his back with your hands, leaving marks with your nails. Your cunt clenches tight on his cock causing him to let out a single moan. He releases his grip on your thighs to hold you, guiding you through your orgasm. You whimper softly, your head buried in the crook of his neck. He suddenly let go of you, forcing a cry out of your sore throat. He pulls his cock out of your cunt to pump it with his hand. Veritas moans a swear as he lets his release splatter all over your stomach and chest. His warm come glistening on your skin.

You stare at the ceiling, unable to formulate any kind of thought. You stayed still on that desk for what felt like hours until you felt a humid rag cleaning the filth off your body. You lift yourself with your elbow, witnessing Veritas cleaning you up. In your daze state you call out to him. He turns his head towards you with a soft smile appearing on his face. He’s now fully clothed, his hair still moist from all the sweating. After finishing your clean up he leans to press a kiss on your cheek.

-’’ Let’s get you clothed, darling. We need to discuss some things.’’

You nod slowly, not sure if you understand his words. He gently lifts you from the desk, making sure you're sitting comfortably. You wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him tenderly. He huffs affectionately, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

-’’ Let stay like this a while…’’ You murmur.

-’’ alright.’’

This is bound to be an interesting semester.

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pairing. Dr. Ratio x gn!reader cw/genre. slight angst, fluff, comfort, microwave explosion, use of the word "Idiot". masterlist! requests open!

It was known that his partner was not the brightest star in the sky. One might ask: but how had he come to love this person? After all, Ratio had always claimed aloud that he despised idiots. Well, in short, he didn't see you as a simple, ignorant fool, just adorably unintelligent.

Your partner had a great mind, incredibly knowledgeable, with a memory capable of storing unquantifiable information, or a creativity that no normal human could ever hope to comprehend. But you were still an idiot. Unable to solve simple tasks, too gullible to be left alone and too clumsy for basic security.

And right now it was a perfect example. Ratio stood there, in the doorway of his kitchen that no longer looked like one, for the simple reason that the microwave was in a thousand pieces, black trails rising from the walls to the ceiling, fragments of wood scattered everywhere.

"You're an idiot." Was the first thing that came out of his half-open mouth after contemplating this catastrophe for already two minutes. "Everyone knows that metal in the microwave is a warned and extremely dangerous hazard." Ratio sighed from the depths of his longing, not only because he was exasperated with these wild experiences his partner always brought into his daily life, but also because he was inevitably very worried.

"Oh, I'm so sorry." You spoke in a hurried manner. You felt ashamed of what you always did, this was nothing new, one way or another you always had to get something wrong. Or, as in this case, you forgot that you shouldn't put something metal in the microwave.

""Oh, I'm so sorry" Really? You know what would have been nice? Not to destroy my microwave. He said with a heavy dose of sarcasm and condescension in his voice. "I guess I should at least be grateful that you didn't accidentally kill yourself with this. But still…" he groaned in exasperation, now looking irritably at the broken microwave.

"Besides, what would have happened if you were alone, eh?" He spoke again, running a hand over the bridge of his nose. He was scolding you.

You couldn't find an excuse, he was absolutely right. You had been careless… Again. You bit your lip and remained silent at his annoyance, while he stared at the broken microwave. After a minute, you finally responded:

"It was an accident, I was just trying to heat up my lunch". That was all you were willing to say in your defence. Even if you had tried, you couldn't find a single argument in your favour, so you simply waited in silence as you listened to the man's reprimands.

"It's always the same story! You always do something that puts you in danger, you know you're doing something stupid when you do it, you say you're sorry and you keep doing the same stupid things over and over again" Ratio's tone became harsh and accusatory, his expression changing from frustrated to irritated.

"But at this point, is there really any hope left in that head of yours? Should I just prepare for the day when you set off an explosion that kills us both?"

You shuddered and felt a shiver run down your spine. Was this what you had always been? A fool? A danger to life and your environment? An idiot? You felt all those words echoing in your mind, filling your heart with trepidation. You let out a small sigh, closed your eyes and leaned against the wall. You felt like crying, but you refused to cry in front of him, so you answered quietly, trying not to let him hear your trembling voice.

"I'm sorry…"

The sudden sight of you trying to hold back tears was something he hadn't expected at all, after all, he thought you was used to his harsh words. He felt a pang in his heart, as his mind filled with conflicting emotions.

"Damn it…" He uttered, before letting out a frustrated sigh. But then he looked down and his expression softened.

"Y/N…" he said, his tone suddenly kinder and gentler, just a little.

He walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you, hugging you in a comforting way. His breath caressed the top of your head as he buried his face in your hair.

"I know I can be… harsh with my words sometimes." He spoke softly. "But you must understand that it's tiring for me too." He said, his tone now serious and more vulnerable.

"Please be careful, that's all I want from you."

His words had a powerful effect on you and you could not find a way to respond to it. You simply closed your eyes, silently thanking him for not scolding you anymore, besides his words were comforting in one way or another. But in that moment of peace, a new question popped into your mind. A question you always asked yourself but never dared to ask.

"Why are you with me… Why are you with an idiot who always ruins things?"

A second passed, then another, while Ratio simply remained silent as if contemplating and evaluating what his answer might be. Finally he spoke:

"I love you, with your faults, with all your faults. You're a complete fool, and that's precisely what makes you, and only you, special." Veritas gently pulls away from the embrace, taking your face in both hands and stroking it with his thumbs.

"Hmm… yeah, also, I wouldn't consider the term 'Idiot' good for you, for me it's more 'Clumsy' and 'Adorable'." He finished saying smiling slightly.

His sweet words and gentle caress on your face made you blush, feeling the skin on your cheeks redden. It took you a few seconds to recover and then, with an excited tone, you replied.

"Wait, wait, are you saying that… that you actually like my awkwardness? That you even think it's cute?" you chuckled. "Then why are you always mad at me?"

His expression softened even more as he continued to caress your cheeks, his warm breath blowing lightly against the skin of your face.

"Because I do care about you, and, you know what, it's not really anger, it's more like…. Anxiety…" He confessed, lowering his hands as his gaze returned to your eyes. "I love you, but I'm also very worried about you, see? I'm always afraid you'll get hurt," he added, speaking softly and sincerely.

You remained silent, letting the words penetrate you. You finally understood. His "anger" was more a symptom of his love, more of worry than exasperation.

"Ohhh, I see…I promise I'll try to be more careful." You said, with a bit of firmness in your voice, keeping your words more of a promise to yourself.

His eyebrows arched a little when he heard your promise, as he was impressed by your determination. It was good to know that you were willing to make an effort for yourself and your relationship. Ratio stroked the side of your face again, his thumb gently brushing your lips. He had this expression of tenderness and joy in his eyes, which then brightened as he added in a soft tone:

"But you know, I'm not going to complain too much if you keep messing up. I like being your saviour, you know…"

Laughing a little and with some mockery in your tone, you said; "So, my savior, help me pick up the pieces of your destroyed microwave."

He laughed quietly at your banter. You sure were witty, he had to admit. Then he nodded his head and his gaze softened even more with affection. You were an absolutely adorable idiot.

"Of course, my clumsy princess," he gave you a playful smile, before walking over to the pieces of the microwave. He picked up several broken pieces and looked at you expectantly as he put them in the rubbish bag.

"And let's hope you don't explode your fingers while we're at it…"

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