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annqer · 3 days
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Knowledge is the measure of all things. It reveals truth... and falsehood.
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jqnehr · 12 hours
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i told my mum about dr ratio and she called him a cad. so i wrote a drabble about it.
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“I told my mother about you,” you say, quietly watching Ratio work away at the papers he was marking. You watch as he circles a big, fat ‘0’ in red in the top right hand corner of the paper, before putting it aside. He looked up at you. “And what did she say?”
You pause, dropping your gaze to the table top, unsure of how to go about this. "...She called you a cad."
Silence. No scribbling pen, not even a sound of an inhale or exhale from the man sitting in front of you. The table top is the most interesting thing you've ever laid eyes on right now. Ratio is so still, you'd think he'd have turned into one of those sculptures he made and taunted enemies with.
"...We...I haven't even...met her." For the first time in all the years you've known the man, he's utterly unable to formulate a single coherent sentence. Looking up, you see him staring at you wide-eyed, slack-jawed, and he looks devastated. "What did you say?"
"I—! Nothing! Nothing incriminating! I just told her that your life's purpose is eradicating idiocy and that you..."
Okay, I did kind of tell her that you're massively self-assured and that you walk around with an alabaster mask on all the time. But you don't want to break his heart too much. And that I hated you so much I love you.
His eyes narrow into slits. "Let me guess. You told her I throw chalk at people."
The ceiling fan's patterned movement is suddenly very fascinating.
"Aeons, woman, are you trying to get your mother to break us up?" Ratio drops his pen and stands, his hands on his hips. "I can't believe it! You probably made me sound like some lunatic that impales his students with sticks of chalk when they get a question wrong!"
"You..." kind of do. But pointing that out probably wouldn't be wise. Fumbling for something to say, you come out with, "I just told her that you need to be humbled! And that I'm...in the process of humbling you! Nothing too bad."
He rubs a hand over his face in exasperation. "Darling, please don't tell me you told her I drop a pillar on my opponent when I'm in a battle."
"I..." Yes, I did. You probably should've kept your mouth shut. And then your mother exclaimed, 'so he murders people!' and you had to scramble to explain that he kills aliens and such, not people. She didn't have a bar of it.
"Wonderful! Now she thinks I go around crushing people with columns for fun!" You had a feeling Ratio's reaction wouldn't be good. But not this bad.
"It's okay, maybe you two can meet and you'll put on your best behaviour and won't call her an idiot." You get to your feet and pat his arm comfortingly. "Treat her with respect, and she'll like you."
He actually looks like he's about to cry. "It's hopeless. Your mother probably hates me now. She called me a cad! A cad! All because you told her I hate idiocy."
"You're not going to...leave me for this, right?" Your voice is small, and you're suddenly very afraid that you really took it too far. "I'm sorry..."
"No! I'm leaving you over this. I just...need to think of a way to convince her that I don't run around stabbing people with chalk." The papers he was marking are now forgotten and he begins pacing. "What does she like? Cookies? Macarons? Apple pie?"
"My mother likes wine and cheesecake," you respond, watching him walk back and forth, back and forth, back and forth in quite the tizz. "White wine. Likes champagne, too. Um...and she loves chocolate. She'll force you to marry me if you give her chocolate."
"Perfect! Well, then, ask your mother if she is alright with meeting me, and I'll come along with gifts of champagne, cheesecake and chocolate. How about it?"
Good thing my father wasn't in the room when I smack-talked Ratio to her. It would've been much, much worse. "Uh, yeah, alright. Just beware, though, you're going to have to woo my father, as well."
Ratio gave a long-suffering sigh. "What does he like?"
And suddenly the Doctor of Idiots was running around collecting all these gifts for your parents. Perhaps it did work out for the better, since now you're sure he's desperate to stay with you.
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rninies · 18 days
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✮ lockscreen
౨ৎ veritas ratio x reader. fluff pure fluff, gn!reader, modern!au, ratio kinda shy ngl — wc: 348
notes. i love veritas sm
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“am i your lock screen?”
“what?”
“am i on your lock screen?” you asked once more, leaning closer to veritas. he instinctively leaned back, hiding his phone behind his back. “what? why are you hiding your phone from me?”
veritas clears his throat, straightening his back. he pushes you using his free hand, phone still behind his back. “nothing. i’m not hiding anything.”
“you liar!” you exclaimed, crossing your hands over your chest. “i can’t believe you. i put you- well us, on my lock screen and you don’t? do you not love me?” you asked dramatically, placing a hand over your heart.
“stop, don’t be dramatic.” veritas scowls. “you’ll live. not being my wallpaper doesn’t mean it’s the end of the world.”
you gasped. “don’t say that! what if i suddenly disappear one day and your wallpaper is the only thing that reminds you of me? what if all the photos in your gallery suddenly vanished and your wallpaper is the only one in there?”
veritas' lips twitched. “you’re being ridiculous. none of that will ever happen.”
“remember that one time your phone suddenly switched off by itself and won’t turn on anymore?” you start picking your nails, ignoring the way veritas' face changed. “and all your photos and data disappeared?”
veritas sighs. “do you really need to see my lock screen that bad?”
“yes!” you stretched your hand out, patiently waiting for rin to place his phone on your hand. instead of doing that, he holds his phone before you, clicking the power button so it turns on.
his lock screen is a picture of you on one of your first dates with him. it was in an amusement park and you were wearing one of the headbands they were selling there. it’s a blurry picture of you since you were moving in that picture, but you can faintly see the smile on your face, remembering how happy you were when the date happened.
“aw, veritas! i didn’t know you were such a sap! do you love me that much?” you teased.
“shut up, y/n.”
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moonsaver · 2 months
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Thinking ab Yan!Dr. Ratio in arranged marriage.. in whichever setting, I dont know
He doesn't like the idea of it at all. He opposes it until he can't. It would have to be a painstakingly limiting situation for him to even marry anyone, especially someone that's arranged.
When it comes to actually talking with him and setting out boundaries – he's not interested at all. He doesn't want to know you, he doesn't care, and he thinks it most likely won't change, and he'll remain uninterested..
If it weren't for the fact he's so damn touch starved.
He finds out by a lazy morning in the kitchen, your hands accidentally brushing each others as both of you carry on your routines in your own world. He doesn't realise ‐its just a brief feeling of nice. And his hand subconsciously tilts a bit to touch yours again, to emptiness. Your hand already moved away. And Aeons, he just can't get the feeling out of his head. He loved that brief moment where you both touched and he hates it.
And neither of you actually realises just how clingy he is, because he builds up to it so slowly. He pulls you along to some of his lectures, and sometimes you protest. He grabs your hand, and secretly relishes just how good the contact feels. He says there's something on your face with an annoyed tone, and brushes it off, his fingers lingering near your lips a little longer than they should. Whenever you walk by him, your scent practically intoxicates him, his head whips up from whichever book he fancied that day just to find the source of the scent, which he knows deep down, very well, it has always been you.
And it infuriates him. You have such a grip on him that it drives him up a wall.
And Aeons, he loves the feeling so so much.
He forces you to take a bath with him, telling you to keep the bathrobe on if you want to but it is a must that you join him. He tells you to move closer with a stern voice, impatience bubbling inside of him, all covered up with his signature scowl. The water sloshes as you move and his hand almost eagerly snakes around your waist, holding you snug against him. He fills the noise by asking you all sorts of things, calling you an idiot, and going on a ramble about some or the other complicated topic, trying so hard to not just hold you and bite into your shoulder, arm, neck, wherever his eyes can see your skin. You're practically driving him feral.
Oh dear, he swears he doesn't care about you. He cares even less about your personal life and whatever daily affairs you carry on. It's none of his business and he doesn't want it. But seeing you talk and become so chummy with another man boils a kind of anger he's never experienced before. As if to prove him wrong, Veritas tells you to sleep beside him at night, not answering your "why"s and shutting you up in an instant with something or the other. The summer heat is bad, but it's even worse with Veritas practically sticking himself to you, the direct skin-to-skin contact creating an absurd amount of sweat and humidity under the covers. His arms just tighten their grip around you if you ask him to get off. He won't. He needs to prove to himself, that bumbling buffoon won't ever get as close to you as he can. He will make sure of it.
And suddenly, he starts presenting just how possessive he is behind doors. He always keeps an eye on what you're up to from behind you, telling you to stop overthinking and to just come to him, that it'll take you months to understand this concept, and to just let him help you instead. Who else would tolerate you as well as him? Just let his hand keep it's deathly grip on your thigh, or arm, maybe even your waist. Its a fair exchange, and he's being generous, when it really comes down to it. Ugh, you're testing his patience too much. Just.. let him shut you up with a harsh kiss, don't ask, and let him continue. Keep listening, or he'll test you, and he won't go easy on you if you get those questions wrong. He has a lot of pent up frustration about you, anyway. You'll only give him a reason to take it out on you.
Don't bother going outside. Just invite your friends here, instead. You'll waste more than half your break-time just travelling alone. Maybe your idiot friends can join in on the study sessions, so Veritas knows what kind of people you enjoy surrounding yourself with. Of course, he isn't amused at all. Idiots, the lot of them. Is this who entertains you? He scoffs. Perhaps letting you talk to them in the first place was a mistake. Yes, of course.. just talk to him, instead. He's much better than them. You'll only waste your time around them.
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anantaru · 3 months
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do you have any spicy dr ratio headcanons?? 👀👀
cw. [ex]plicit, the man the myth deserves it all, spits on your cunt, he calls you pathetic once, fem! reader
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dr ratio purses his lips together in anticipation, through his eyes watching the grace in your every move as he pulls a low, graveling groan from above you when he slowly brushes his swollen tip all against your puffy cunt— without surprise taking his time, of course, smirking when he repeatedly smacks his cock-head on the sensitive skin, catching your quivering legs threatening to give up on you.
"open, don't close your legs again, you understand?" he commands sternly before letting go of one big, filthy globule of saliva to drizzle on your folds, turning your body into a hefty shivering masterpiece.
and you do as he says, with pleasure, attempting to divide your thighs for him further while desperately anticipating his member to fill you up already— it's almost embarrassing by how much you wanted this, and with a man of his caliber, it was like a lightning strike when he touches you, kisses and toys with your clit.
a sudden realization shakes you to your core when you notice just how deeply you were drawn to him already.
before you know it, veritas slopes his body against yours as he grunts out through a snagged jaw, feeling your soft walls mold around his shaft as he drags his cock in you— not only making you feel good, but scratching at the most sensitive spots you never believed he would be able to find, immediately causing you to shadow your fingernails over his muscular back as you mark faint, red lines over his pale skin.
"ugh, you make it feel real good," veritas shoots you a grin, grinding his hips into you, "real good indeed,"
your walls were tightening and twitching around him, squeezing around his throbbing shaft like you're supposed to make him cum now, like your pussy was trying to milk him for all he's worth— you're responding to his utters with your cunt instead of words as it pulls him into you through harsh sucks, the slight ache of being split apart making you gulp down the assembled saliva in your mouth as you moan in little sobs and cries.
"what's that? you look so pathetic, dear," for one hot and sizzling second, veritas halts his hips before tenderly sweeping a thumb against your bottom lip while locking his gaze deep into your eyes.
"so pretty, yet so pathetic," he grunts again when you pout your lips at him, cursing through a rasping voice when you tighten around him once more.
his lips find yours like a blazing fire, burning brightly and fiercely, fighting for entrance with his tongue as unspoken words of love manifest in every kiss.
a filthy look plaits his face, lust burning in his gaze— and veritas hips draw back each time before pistoling his length into you harder, so hard your tits were beginning to motion the pace he had on you, with his thick shaft being concealed down your sore walls as he forces you to feel and taste each throb and thickness of his veins pumping around the underside of his cock.
"yes, take it like that," veritas mumbles into your mouth, "can't take it like this m-much longer," before pushing and pulling into you until at last, you finally clicked into place.
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kiwicopia · 1 month
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🔞 Dr. Veritas Ratio x Fem!Reader (blurb) 🔞
TW: mean Veritas, degradation, pent up Veritas, fwb/ free use situation, rough blowjob, cum swallowing, slight dacryphilia, hair pulling, against the wall position.
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He loved seeing you like this. On your knees, back pressed against the wall with his cock shoved down your throat. You gagged every time his bulbous tip brushed against the back of your throat, bringing forth tears that only served to further his movements. Such a thing happened quite often, and neither of you voiced any issue over the agreement you both shared.
"Fuck," he rasped, one hand tightly fisting your hair while the other pressed against the wall, keeping himself steady as his dick inched further down your throat. Work left Veritas stressed and pent up to the point where he felt like snapping, but he didn't. Not when he had you. "Look at you, taking me so well. Like the slut I always knew you were."
Your teary eyes met his hungry gaze, hands pawing at his hips for something to hold onto while he continued abusing your pretty, little mouth. Your throat vibrated with soft moans and whines, causing him to groan softly at the pleasure it brought to his cock.
He'd praise you for being such a good girl to him, letting him use you every time he was stressed, but there was no fun in that. The man groaned again when your tongue slid along his length, and he couldn't help but tug your hair, causing you to whine out once more.
"You better swallow," he hissed, his hips growing sporadic with the pace. He was close and you knew it. Your cheeks suddenly hollowed out in an effort to help him cross the line, and Veritas came hard.
The hand he had on the wall quickly left to grip the side of your face, helping the other to keep you steady as he shoved his dick into your mouth one last time, finally spilling himself down your throat. The man panted hard as he leaned his forehead against the wall, not bothering to remove himself from between your plump lips until he knew you swallowed his cum.
You were used to his taste, a balanced mix of salty and sweet. Only when he felt your throat move to gulp him down did he finally pull his cock from your mouth. Veritas couldn't help the smirk that etched itself onto his face. You were a good girl, you were, but you made an even better whore. All for him to do with and use as he pleased.
His eyes lowered when you looked back up at him. Such sweet, pretty doe eyes. His thumb rubbed gentle circles on your cheek, and he made a mental note on when to use you next time.
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eternalnonprofit · 3 months
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Looks like someone isnt too fond of Senior Kaveh's new junior 👁️👁️
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when it got revealed that Ratio has a degree in engineering mi mind immediately went he would love the light of kshahrewar kaveh :D !!!
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adiluv · 1 month
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✦ : ❝ 𝐥'𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐨 !
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꒰synopsis—wc꒱ in which you're dear to him. 415 words.
꒰warnings꒱ reader is a professor of the armed archeologists, self-indulgent fluff.
꒰adi moment꒱ honestly felt like that one stock image of the person breaking their chains while i was writing this—thank you dr. ratio for helping me actually break through my writer's block! ♡ anyway, hope you enjoy! ໒꒰ྀི ˆ ˘ ˆ꒱ྀི১
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Despite the assumptions that one might make upon learning of your relationship with the self-declared "Mundanite," let it be known that Veritas Ratio is not a subtle lover. Far from it, really, at least when you get to know him.
And, for both better and worse, there doesn't exist another being within the universe that knows him just as intimately as you.
Undeniably arrogant, yet painstakingly obvious. Sharp-witted, with seemingly no care for the feelings of those around him, yet, in his own way, surprisingly caring of those plagued with misfortune. He says what he means and means what he says, if only because he cannot bear the inefficacy of beating around the bush, yet it means little when most find themselves in desperate need of a dictionary while attempting to converse with him.
It's contradictory, to say the least. Hypocritical, even, given just how misaligned these traits are. But such is the nature of the man you call yours, a decision that elicits both confusion and envy from students and staff alike.
Admittingly, however, it's rather difficult to bring yourself to care.
You can't, really, as the depths of his adoration become increasingly transparent over the course of your unlikely romance. As the walls he'd devotedly built come crashing down before your bright eyes, alabaster head all but abandoned as he embraces your presence, almost akin to a flower that turns to embrace the Sun's warmth.
No, you can't when he rushes to seek you out the moment his classes come to an end, muscular arms wrapped firmly around your waist as while you grade exams, chin resting atop your shoulder as he scolds the never-ending idiocy of his students. When he comes to dub you as his third panacea, mind and soul wholly entranced by your love, leaving him uncharacteristically tense whenever you're called away for an expedition.
Because it's practically impossible to care when you visit his home after returning, chatting with the man while he works on his latest sculpture only to find that its features come to resemble your own as the evening progresses. When he awakens the next morning, long before dawn, carefully untangling your bodies as he prepares to depart for his daily workout.
When, right before leaving, he presses a chaste kiss to your temple, half-asleep mind barely cognizant enough to understand the words he whispers against your skin.
"Σημαίνεις τόσα πολλά για μένα."
... He's not subtle. Not at all. ♡
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꒰𝟏.꒱ "Σημαίνεις τόσα πολλά για μένα." — "You mean so much to me."
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pfpanimes · 2 months
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⌕ honkai: star rail - dr ratio.
like or reblog if you save/use.
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fivrrral · 3 months
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I love him so much, ha-ha
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ccalxx · 4 months
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HOYOVERSE, I SEE WHAT YOU DID HERE
DR RATIO:
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Why does the ending look familiar? OH. BECAUSE...
ALHAITHAM:
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Both of them confidently leaving before the explosion of enemies.
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s1llyalabaster · 2 months
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A bath cleanses all mediocrity - veritas ratio
Where the alabaster-headed man enjoys his weekly bathing session with his lover. ~700 words, SFW
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Seeing the tips of his purple locks faintly dip into the peony-scented water as he leans down to kiss you, and feeling his slightly fastened heartbeat from the heat make its presence in your ears when you lay your head on his chest. It was everything you desired for and more, just spending some time alone, away from the mutters of fellow scholars and researchers, or the buzzing of mechanisms and new technologies the Intelligentsia Guild had invented. 
The soft swishes of bathwater awoke you from your little daydream. You look up, seeing the peaceful face of the scholar you loved. Veritas’ eyes were lidded with serenity, a rare thing he experienced before meeting you. Though, his lips were still slightly pursed with irritation. It wasn’t easy for the doctor to relax at all. This was a weekly habit of yours, bathing together in much-needed silence. Solitude, even. 
It was intimate, but not in a sexual way, soft hands brushed across your abdomen like how a painter’s brush would delicately dance on top of a canvas, you were the canvas in his eyes. In fact, you were the only thing in his eyes at that moment. With his ceramic book placed aside, he focused all his senses on the only form of lifeform that could purge all mediocrity…
You. 
The same lips that part to say the most candid and cynical words of Veritas Ratio’s now take a softer turn at things, the man himself letting out a low chuckle at the peaceful scene before him. “You seem to be enjoying yourself,” he drawled, intertwining his fingers with yours , watching the ripples dance around your hands while you attempted to sneak more glances at him, pausing when he finally notices. You blushed, taken off guard by his moment of boldness. Veritas doesn't usually show a lot of affection, unless both of you have had a bad day, or when he eventually gets outsmarted by Aventurine and downs a drink with aphrodisiacs slipped in it. Slim chances.
It’s not like he doesn’t love you, he just shows it in his own way. On late nights when he returns home from a trip to his homeworld, he crosses his arms and sighs while rolling his eyes when he sees your sleeping form, freeing one arm to gently flick your forehead as he sets his alabaster headpiece aside, joining you in the covers. On days where you manage to convince him to step away from his studies “for just ten minutes” and go on a date, he reluctantly lets you loop your arms around his own.
Veritas always speaks the truth, no matter the aftermath. He believes that praises should only be given to those who deserve it, not out of courtesy or politeness. He’s given more praise to you than all the students combined in his class. Some say he’s a cold and apathetic lecturer who’ll do anything to fail his students; to be honest, you were the first one who perceived him differently. There’s no cliche “love at first sight” story like the ones portrayed in the Penaconian movie theatres between you two; One day, you just decided to sign up for his classes just to get a taste of how “harsh” this new professor's teachings would be. Needless to say, with enough warnings of “unauthorised speaking in lectures” and “frequent displays of mild idiocy” ,you two began to grow closer and closer together. 
A snap of his fingers draws you back to reality again. The bubbles on top of the water begin to disappear, as the petals originally scattered on top begin to slowly drop to the bottom of the tub. Once Veritas finished draining out all the water, you’re once again reminded of how annoyingly handsome his face is. The smug smile that hangs on his face day and night when he isn’t scowling or frowning, fingers extending towards your own as his other hand fixes the towel around his waist. 
“Come on, let’s go tidy ourselves up before getting to work.” 
You smile and place a chaste kiss on his cheek
“...”
“Nevermind, it seems as though my new box of chalk has arrived. I’ll take my leave.”
Looks like he’s still the Veritas Ratio that you know and love.
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rninies · 11 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
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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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Dr ratio in love, in my opinion, would be kind of comical to see.
He's so dramatic about it, groaning, head in hands, papers splayed out on his desk... ugh, why you of all people? He thinks at the forefront of his mind, but oh, Aeons, who else could it be but you? Does he even want that? He's dying to be so loving and soft with you. No one else can replace the reflection of your silhouette in his eyes.
It's like.. you know the overdone tsundere trope in most animes? He's just that. He swears you're an imbecile, harshly rubbing the corner of your mouth with his handkerchief when there's food on it, demanding you to return it to him tomorrow, just so he has an excuse to see you. Whenever you pass by, he sees you from the corner of his eye, he's on your case about your "lack of experience and expertise in practically everything!" Pulling you towards his desk and sending you back with bulks of study materials. He's not pleased that you only end up reading or even learning 2/5ths of the material he sends, but he's also fairly easy on you, telling you that you at least tried. His alabastor head is on once again, as he feels a giddy spark in his chest that you actually made an effort! He's just excited!
He huffs whenever you come around him, his face immediately shifting into a scowl, but no one misses the slight tint of red on his cheeks. If anyone even dares to point it out (ahem, Aventurine), he'll deny, deny, deny, putting it down as just a bit of smudged red paint from his eyes.
And... please don't take it the wrong way. He does like you, as much as it's possible for him to. His heart is stiff and hard but it's so clear and easy to read. Sometimes when you get an answer correct, or show genuine interest and manage to hold a long conversation on a topic with him, a subconscious, soft smile creeps up on his face, the sharp edges of his eyebrows finally relaxing. Sometimes, quite rarely, you might hear him softly chuckle under his breath. Don't point it out, or his face will immediately shift into a forced and harsh scowl. Just savor the moment, instead.
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anantaru · 4 months
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cw. yoru horny, very filthy, fem! reader
veritas ratio who likes it messy, lusts after pumping his load into your hole and crowd you of his milky whites until they merge with your walls, afterwards pushing your panties back up again so his seed wouldn't dare to ooze out. and oh, how important it was to savor each and every drop of him, the man made sure that you do, rubbing two digits over your clothed pussy and smirking when he watches how your panties mix with his cum slobbering all out of you. "i despise seeing it leave you," he bluntly admits, and it's so filthy, how you can feel the wetness that wasn't your own stick to your pussy like that. essentially, pride flutters through him when you sob through the messy feeling on your cunt, using your remaining strength to keep his warm gift all deep inside so he would be very proud of you, okay? towering over your frame as he starts to slowly slide his length across your soused panties again, in between the outline of your folds, turning his breath heavier, cock harder and desire stronger.
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ajaxntg · 3 months
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໒·͜:)𑇓 ׁ     𝅼    🪽    ׁ   𝅼      
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