warnings: fluff, angst/no comfort, spoilers to his character story, reader death, canon typical violence, blood, death, injury description, slavery mention, reader is a galaxy ranger, reader also has burn scars, some mechanical and medical things might be incorrect
notes: i have been spoiling yall too much with the constant fluff and smut. so here throws this fic into your face. divider from @/cafekitsune. a deep thanks to @theblades for helping me find a way to kill reader off😇
word count: 6.2k words
bright sunlight, gentle breeze ruffling through his bi-colored hair and the soft laughter of children. he loved the days spent at the farm, playing hide and seek with his siblings in the corn field, looking after the animals at the farm and taking some out for a walk. if him and his siblings could be sneaky enough, they will be able to snatch a few of graey’s handmade cookies through the kitchen window before dinner time. if not, they’ll get caught red handed, yet be let off the hook with a few soft pinches to their cheeks and one cookie for each since graey was just that soft.
sometimes, him and nick would ride their horses, wilding through the forests and endless fields to lead their cattle to better water and brilliant clouds. nick would sing loudly and proudly — he always does — and soon, he would join in with his young, soft voice pitching out the same song. nick would laugh boisterously, ruffling his hair and knocking off of his hat in the process. he would whine about it, saying things such as his hat getting dirty and being scolded by graey. nick would just laugh and shrug it off with a “sorry kiddo”.
he loved this place. he loved the corn fields he runs through with his siblings, he loved the loud voice of graey yelling out, scolding the kids as they run off laughing like a bunch of menaces, the oldest holding the box of cookies graey keeps on the highest shelf away from them, he loved the guns that nick would pull out from his old box of tools, teaching him how to properly aim and how to shoot the empty cans placed in the distance. and the excited yell of the other kids when he finally manages to knock one down, making him feel giddy as nick congratulated him on his first shot. after he fully mastered the old handgun of nick and shot down all 5 cans in a row, he was rewarded with nick’s old cowboy sheriff medal. the golden, 5 pointed star was old and looked rusty but to little ol’ him, it was the biggest and most treasured gift he ever got.
little ‘loaded gun’ never separated from that medal. he wore it his jacket ever since nick pinned it there for him, proudly showing it off to his siblings and talking about how he will take after nick and graey’s profession in the future. how he promises to nick and graey that he will make them proud, how he will live up to their expectations and become an even better cowboy.
“you sure will, little partner” nick would always laugh and pat his head, re-adjusting the medal. graey would sigh and roll his eyes at nick’s actions before reminding him that he doesn’t have to choose that life if he doesn’t want to. young ‘loaded gun’ would pout, whining that he wants to.
“but i want to be a cowboy! i want to be like you and nick, taking down bad guys, bringing justice and firing big guns!” he would yell, shooting his arms up in the air and jumping around.
“uh-huh. talk about firing big guns after you lose that lisp of yours” graey would chime in, always quick to reprimand him for his missing tooth and lisp as his hands affectionately smoothen out his messy hair, groaning in defeat as the mess of black and white refuse to be tamed.
“but i already lost it! i’m a big boy now!”
“hey graey! am i a big boy capable of firing big guns now?” were the first words he said as he brought back his first successful bounty. the smell of gunpowder and ash clung heavy to his jacket but he didn’t care. the smaller kids ran up to his sides, asking for upsies while his siblings who had already grown up and decided to stay at the farm pat his back and ruffle his hair with affectionate teasing quips.
he did it. he held his promise and followed in the footsteps of graey and nick, the old rusty gun and the sheriff medal being a motivational tool for him to reach his goal. now, all grown up and a master trickshot amongst the cowboys of aeragan-epharshel, ‘loaded gun’ was ready to aim and fire at anyone who dares to harm the innocents. although it had been years since the last time he saw his parents and siblings, everything about them and the old red barn stayed the same. though, the corn field looked a little bit bigger than he remembered.
‘loaded gun’ had done a lot in his life since becoming a cowboy. from fighting bandits in the dusty fields, chasing thieves at the dangerous cliffsides to having a gun fight against rival gangs. there were many times he had narrowly escaped death, breathed nothing but the metallic scent of blood, death and bullets and he still prevailed. although he had lost friends along this deadly road, he had also gained many.
that night, ‘loaded gun’ sat across his parents, seated amongst his siblings as he recalled tales of his adventures. the warmth of his younger siblings’ hugs, the teasing quips of the elders’ back pats and the proud looks nick and graey gave him — he was sure of it; this place was where he was the most happiest.
so when he found a little figure, wrapped in a measly ragtag of a fabric, crying out and lonely, he knew he had to step in and take in the little one. it’s what was right and what graey and nick would have done. a small bundle, not even a month old was left to fend for herself. ‘loaded gun’ carefully cradled the baby close to his chest, trying his best to soothe her cries as much as he could.
“graey! nick! i need some help here!” and ‘loaded gun’ had become a father.
ever since becoming a father, ‘loaded gun’ has experienced everything that parenthood had to offer. sleepless nights of the baby wailing at an ungodly hour, searching for his comfort and warmth. having to change the baby’s diapers and bathe her. checking the temperature of the milk in the bottle before feeding time — everything parenthood brought him, he took it all in strides and jolly laughs.
sometimes, he would put the baby in a small bucket and take her out on the farm with himself. the little baby would laugh and clap her tiny hand together, big bright eyes unknowing of what was happening as ‘loaded gun’ fails to tame a wild stallion, proceeding to get his ass thrown off of the horse’s back. seeing his little girl so happy, how could he ever stop making a fool of himself? he even went far as to carve out a mini guitar for her after seeing her fascination with his old, weathered one.
“from now on, yer name will be clementine. can’t have my little girl going around without a name, right?” he asks, bringing up the white haired girl into his arms and raising her into the air. clementine only giggles, blabbering some stuff as she laughs at the feeling of being in the air. seeing the baby’s innocent wide eyes staring down at him, head haloed by the high sun, ‘loaded gun’s grey ones soften as a teary smile forms on his face. the scars on his hands remind him of his profession and dangers of being a cowboy, but in his heart, he swore that he will keep his little girl safe and to be the best father he can be.
“my little clementine…”
gone... it was all gone.
the corn fields where he used to run through with his siblings when they were young, the old red farm that was in the middle of being repainted, the comfortable warm yet dingy house that him and his family used to live in — it was all gone. the scent of sulfur and burnt bodies hung in the air, ash raining from high above like it was some sort of a rain, turning his already dirtied and burnt clothes into black. there was no sign of nick, graey, his siblings nor the panicked farm animals.
little clementine... where was she? aeons, you can do anything you want to him but please spare his little girl, please by some blind miracle, let little clem be alive. he won't care what he has to do or which burning log he has to push away with his bare hands, just let him hear the sound of his little girl's cries to let him know that she's still alive and he'll do it. he'll do anything to save his little girl.
running through the scorched earth, 'loaded gun' calls out for his family. nick, graey, his siblings and even by their childhood nicknames. clementine, where was clementine, where was his baby girl? his little girl, where—
small red scarf and a burnt mini guitar. that was all he had managed to dig out from the burning farm house of his home. that was all he had left of his little girl, the red scarf that was the same copy of his own and the hand carved guitar with its strings plucked due to the heat of the bomb. those two things were the only things he brought with himself as he travels through the vast galaxies, searching a certain doctor who had made themselves into a cyborg successfully.
on the kingdom of bandits, talia, did he found the doctor. heart heavy, eyes full of vengeance and burnt hands holding onto the strap of his bag that had his little girl's memoirs. the doctor tried to persuade him into thinking over his decisions again, to woo him into staying as a human and not to lose said humanity. but 'loaded gun' was steadfast in his decision. if he wanted to stay as a human, he would have already thrown his body into the fires that engulfed his home.
with a deep sigh and slight reluctance, the doctor fulfilled his wishes. blue colored blood being pumped into his new metal body, no longer warm, scarred flesh but rather a clean plated metal being wired into place. at least his head was kept intact. after everything was over and he regained consciousness, he simply thanks the doctor and leaves his payment on the operation table full of his former human blood mixed with his new cyborg blue ones. he didn't wanted to look at the walls or the floor — it was covered in filthy purple liquids.
"before you leave, will you at least tell me your name?"
"... it's boothill now"
"well, good luck with your hunt mr.boothill"
it has been... how long now? boothill doesn't know. since his 'rebirth' as boothill, he has spent so much time traveling from one world to the other, destroying one ipc ship to the next. it has been a bit too long in his opinion, as the destruction of his home planet has stopped being brought up as the latest hot topic at every bar or saloon he visits. or maybe they never talked about it to begin with. the ipc had friends and slaves everywhere, at every branch or organization or world, boothill wouldn't be surprised if they had ended up covering their filthy work by masking it as an another 'horrific accident that befell a poor world before we could save them' type of thing. the ipc were amazing at their manipulation after all.
"those ipc folk sure have been having some hard time since your sudden emergence huh, cowboy?" a voice rings out to his left, a body covered in a bright red coat sitting down beside him at the bar. gesturing to the bartender, he watches from the corner of his eyes as you order a glass of earl grey and marmalade cooler with extra ice. boothill doesn't know this stranger draped in red was nor did he care. but judging by the way you easily knew of him as the latest troublemaker against the ipc, you have probably heard of the bounty on his head or you just travel the galaxies a lot. or it could be both at the same time.
turning his head just a little bit more towards the side, he looks you up and down, trying to see if there are anything that makes you stand out in any form of way. anything to hint at what or who you were.
old, faded, long, red coat left open at the front, smart by the way you have easily deduced he was a cowboy by just his accessories and clothing alone and ordering anon-alcoholic drink despite having set foot inside a bar and took a seat beside him. he can't see any weapons on your body at the moment and your red coat was covering most of your body too. he'll just have to go in blindly then.
"done checking me out, cowboy?"
by the time he had finished assessing you and had looked up to see your face, you were already staring at him with a nonchalant smirk on your face. for some odd reason, boothill could feel his cheeks heat up and wires zap inside his metal body. there was just something about the way that you easily teased him and wasn't ashamed to hold an eye contact with his target shaped pupils that got him feeling weirdly self conscious. had he forgotten to shine the metal plates of his body today? was his revolver still in place, shiny and strong? what about his bullets? his hat? his hair? oh what if he smelled? can cyborg bodies have any odor to begin with—?
"come on now, don't look away from me. i was talking to you" he could hear you coo out, your hand coming up to turn his chin so you could look at his face. the warmth of your hand touching the only leftover human part of his, the laidback confidence you had in your own self, it all got boothill letting out a steam from his ears like a cartoon character as he quickly turns away from you, his hand pulling down his hat to save whatever tiny drops of image he had.
what a shame, turning into a flustered mess like a high school girl talking to her crush by just the smallest amount of flirting he received. where was his class? his sarcastic remarks? the sassy quips and bites he gives to those who touched him? his tongue felt heavy, cheeks felt like they were on fire and he could just hear the gears inside his body shifting and turning at an uncomfortably fast pace that made him feel like he was overheating. or maybe he truly was overheating. darn, he should visit the doctor again to get some certain things removed.
"a-ahem, didn't yer' parents teach you it's not okay to flirt with strangers at a bar?" curse him for stuttering over his words, he was supposed to appear cool not like a teenager boy dammit! and the way your lips curled upwards even more at the tripping of his words wasn't helping. well he'll be damned, you have a smile that cowboys would kill each other for.
"i'm [name], a galaxy ranger. and you are, dear cowboy?"
idiot cowboys like him would kill each other for.
"name's boothill, sugar"
it has been exactly 2 years and 4 months since boothill first met you and was introduced to a faction called the galaxy rangers. apparently, galaxy rangers are a voluntarily formed group that follows the teachings of lan, the hunt and carries out acts of service, upholding peace and justice. some galaxy rangers are a bit ruthless in the ways they deal with the injustice that happens at some worlds or galaxies, some are a bit more diplomatic, some travel in groups of friends and colleagues while some travel alone.
you were once the latter one; a galaxy ranger that travelled the cosmos alone, a bright red shooting star that shine and never fade till the break of day, bringing hope and destruction at once. were; because it has been precisely 2 years and 4 months since boothill has started to travel alongside you. he had decided to become a galaxy ranger, the voluntary group's ideals appealing to his own sense of vengeance and justice that he wishes to bring to a certain group.
"boothill, it's time to wake up" you call out, having always been the early morning bird out of the two of you. walking towards the bedside of the asleep cowboy, you poke at his eyebrows and nose, pushing his lips into random emotes, snorting at the slight hint of drool on his lips. despite having an all metal body, the cyborg was still very human at heart. you've seen the way he helps the elderly cross the roads, entertaining the kids of your stop of the day by teaching them how to properly hold a gun or to shoot one, how he pets a stray dog or a cat, how he sits down at the bar with you after a successful mission, a guitar in hand as he starts to sing in an unfamiliar language. how he looked sad as he regularly cleans the sheriff medal on his jacket, how he stares at a certain picture that he keeps in his jacket pocket.
or even the ways he calls out to a little girl with white hair, addressing her as "clementine", before apologizing and patting the girl on the head to say "be careful, kid". you've seen it all, or what you like to think of as all of boothill.
"fuck meeee, it's still early dawn sugar" the cowboy groans out, voice groggy due to his voice bank having been on resting mode and just restarted. reaching an arm out, he manages to grab a hold of the back of your shirt before you could escape, pulling you down onto his bed as you let out a shriek. grunting at your flailing limbs and attempts to escape his clutch, he only tightens them, climbing on top of you with a cheshire grin on his face.
"that's what ya' get for trynna wake up a cowboy, sugar. ya' get put in time-out" boothill grins at the red of your cheeks from laughing too much, a surprising flare of cuteness aggression coming over him as he leans over your face to gnaw at your cheeks with his shark-like teeth.
"on-nom nom nom nom nom, i'm gonna eat up yer' mochi cheeks, sugar!" the cyborg says, making an overdramatic munching noises as he gnaws the sharp edges of his teeth over the soft fat of your cheek. you could only laugh, throwing your legs back and forth as you try to escape his hold.
"boothill! you're a whole damn 700 kilogram of pure metal alone, get off of me!" you shriek out when the mischievous cowboy starts to gnaw on the skin of your neck and chin, akin to a baby kitten throwing a temper tantrum. as if to spite you, he only rolls his body over yours more, squishing you flat down onto the bed with a menacing laugh.
it was usual to start the day like this between you and boothill. he was not a morning person, you were and usually you would have to end up paying for being the early bird as he squishes your body flush against his own metal one. sometimes you two would end up just falling back asleep, with you being held hostage in boothill's grasp and boothill comfortably squeezing his face into your body. sometimes, you two would end up like this, just laughing and having a harmless prank time together. other times, you two end up with a bunch of ruined pillows, the feathers dancing in the air as you try to get at least a hit on him. but somehow, boothill was always better than you when it came to pillow fights.
"now what happened 'ere, sugar?" you could hear boothill ask, finally managing to get a deep breath in as he finally lifts away some of the weight he had on you. a cold, hard metal tenderly ghosts over where your neck and shoulder met, over the old burn scar you had. oh right, you forgot of that little fella there.
"ah, that. it's just some old burn wound from one of my earlier days as a galaxy ranger. there's nothing to worry about, don't worry" you hum, bringing a hand up to run through his mess of a bi-colored hair. his hair was always a mess no matter the circumstances, it was honestly a wonder how he doesn't have urges to cut his hair short. not like you were complaining, the long hair suited him perfectly and you wouldn't want him to change his looks.
as you lay there on the hotel bed, looking up at the ceiling, thinking over where to go next or what route you two should take during this next new mission of yours, boothill was busy remembering an old memory. an old memory that he wished to forget so vehemently.
red and orange — that was all he could smell all around him. the burnt down farm that was in the middle process of being renovated, the burnt carcasses — it wouldn't be right to call them carcasses, there was nothing much left remaining to even properly call them as that — the corn fields burning down. sulfur and death — that was all 'loaded gun' could smell as he dug into his burning home. the heat that scorched his face or licked away at the skin of his hand didn't bother him. all he wanted to do was to find his daughter, his little girl, his little clementine. please, let her be alive by some miracl—
"boothill?" your voice echoed in his head, snapping him back from the dreaded memory lane he accidentally made a trip down towards. looking up at your face, he could see the furrowing of [c] brows over your [c] eyes as they stared at him with so much concern, affection, wonder and care. he takes in the details of your face as his breath gets stolen, seeing the way the [c] locks circled around your head as you reflected the perfect image of what he thinks aeons looks like. by the mighty aeons, you were gorgeous. and how his breath is found once again as you run a hand through his hair, blunt nails lightly scratching at his scalp. you stole his breath away as easily as breathing it back into him.
leaning close into you, he felt the way your breaths mingled with his own, how if he were to try and reach out, he could feel your body heat against his only remaining body like an anchor, like a long awaited lover returning home. there was warmth in your eyes that was missing in his cold, metal body. humane marks that was reflected onto his own vibranium plates that tried to imitate human flesh. there was humanity in you that boothill feared he lacked in himself.
"[name]... i want to taste your lips" boothill breathed out before he could even catch whether he was imagining his words or was outright saying it. and he did get what he politely asked for, your split lips connecting with his own intact ones. he tasted life that he was sure that he had lost on your lips, a memory of something old and tender that had been burned away in the fires that scorched his home and your body. he felt something move and beat rhythmically within the confines of his gears and wires, convinced that he had somehow, by some way regained his heart. regained his human body. regained his humanity.
you breathed life into him and he found himself asking for one more when your lips left his own, and one more, and one more. and one more.
"boothill, when was the last time that you went to the doctor to have your body checked over?" you say, turning your attention away from sharpening your sword to his body. even from such distance, you could see some screws getting a bit looser, some little wires or the ends of wires peeking out from behind the plates of his body. from what you could remember, the last time your partner had told you of going to the doctor to have himself checked over was... perhaps a year ago.
as galaxy rangers, you two now constantly get into fights and battles. especially with the ipc as the corporation has added you to their list of wanted figures besides boothill's growing dead or alive bounty. in an order to be ready for any ambush or unplanned fights that may take place, you and your partner must be ready for any sort of fight that may come your way. which also means making a trip to the kingdom of bandits and thieves, talia, a bit often to see the doctor.
something that boothill insists doesn't have to be done after every fight or to have you follow him. the cyborg insists that it's for your own safety but you know that he just doesn't want you to see him being taken apart and put back together again like... like he has lost his own sense of self. despite his flair and bright smiles, you always knew that boothill had a deep sense of problem with his body. you know, since you were always the one to collect his breaking consciousness into your awaiting warm arms to place him back together again. peace by loving peace, you were akin to a warm candlelight that soothed his worries and shooed away any fears that might dig its claws into his wires.
"uhhh... dunno sugar. maybe a year? or even over a year ago..." the cowboy replies, looking up from his own weapon that he was cleaning. seeing your eyes narrow at him and shoulders become stiff, boothill quickly places down his revolver, waving his hands as a form of self defense from your already approaching lecture.
"h-hey hey hey! but don't worry, i'm genuinely doing fine, sugar! if anything, it should be nagging you for not resting and properly taking care of that shoulder wound!" the cyborg was quick to defend himself, instead pointing a finger towards your direction. more specifically, your shoulder.
"it's just a small cut, boothill! i've already gotten it cleaned and wrapped in bandages" you raised your arms in a surrendering motion, now taking on the side to defend yourself from his words.
just as boothill was about to retort back with something smart-mouthed, you two suddenly fall silent as the familiar sound of the heels of an eerily familiar corporation uniform resounds in the hallway boards of the inn. those footsteps and the light click! clack! of their weapons told you two everything you needed to know. silently, boothill puts on his hat, reloading his revolver at a terrifyingly fast pace. meanwhile, you shrug on your signature red coat, newly sharpened and cleaned blade ready to slice through the ipc's weapons.
waiting patiently behind the doors of your inn room, you two wait with bated breaths until a very quick clicking of the door opening is heard. before the door could even creak open on its old hinges, boothill has already taken the first shot. without needing for words to talk about tactics or which side to take, you rush out, the sharp edge of your blade cutting through the ipc's every weapons. behind you the sound of gunshots and bodies hitting the floor follows.
it was simple, really. you disarm the ipc and boothill takes care of the rest. surrounded at all sides? you will always take the east side while boothill takes care of the ones on the west. and if there's a ew weapon or a surprise in your way, boothill will just blast it high into the sky with his arm canon and you can make the rest of them into thin noodles at record time. a deadly duo you two were, gutsy as you stood against the ipc in its whole with no fear, only excitement at what new weapon you'll come across or who could get more hits in. perhaps that's precisely why the ipc decided to send battalion after battalion after you two this time. perhaps it was the bounties on your head that caused the inn owner to betray your trust and rat you two out.
either way, nothing could exactly stop in your way. weapons cut, guns exploded due to bullets meeting inside the hole, armories torn apart and ipc managers blasted. there was nothing that could stand against a hurricane of two galaxy rangers. a red coat flashing past the ipc, a grey shine that took down a panicking soldier standing kilometers away. but there was a little problem. boothill's loose wires had connected with the wrong ones, causing him to stay in his lock 'n loaded state. target shaped pupils now bright red with the grey of his irises now bright red that perceived all those with a weapon as an enemy.
after the final ipc manager fell apart in a heap of metal and wires, you heard the sound of a gunshot still being fired towards the west. was boothill ambushed? was he okay? rushing over to where the sound is the loudest at, you couldn't help but gawk at the state of the corpses and remains of some of the robots. the large gaping holes were not normal, if anything it looked more like a canon bullet with how the entry holes were bigger and the exit holes were smaller. why was boothill using his arm canon at every chance he got? what was happening?
"boothi-!" a bang rings out just as you make it to where the gunshot was the loudest, bullet wizzing past your ear, nipping at the shell of it. the wound left ringing in your ear as you hold up a hand to cover the injured ear, looking on in fear as the red iris and white pupils of your partner looks straight back at you. you could see your own reflection in his eyes and boothill didn't look happy to see you.
eyes that used to stare at you with fondness and sea of affection now stared dead into your own pupils as if you were an enemy. a threat.
"whatcha' lookin' at, scum? come on, let's see ya' dance" this was not your boothill, this wasn't your beloved, this wasn't the same sweetheart whose eyes turn into heart shapes every time your own gaze meets his. this was not boothill.
dodging a bullet by a mere graze, you duck behind an overturned table. shit, think [name], how do you get him out of that state? you briefly remember him telling you that he briefly goes into lock 'n loaded state when he has a stand-off duel. but what more? he was locked in that state of his, ready to kill anyone that comes close. do you have to duel with him to make him snap out of it? but you don't know how to shoot a gun.
but... what if it doesn't have to be a gun duel?
"hey!" you call out, sliding on the floor to hide behind another chair that was flipped over when the canon bullet of boothill shoots through your old coverage with no mercy. "how about a duel, cowboy? you think you can be a faster draw than me?" you can hear his gun click, knowing that now he needs at least a few seconds to reload. maybe 5 seconds at best, boothill was fast in his reloading. you hear a soft scoff as you hear his gun open, the soft clanks of his bullet entering the cylinder resounding in the empty room. one, two, three -- all six bullets in and the soft clink of the hammer of his revolver releasing indicated that boothill was ready for a draw.
"hah, what do you think, sweet cheeks? think you can keep up with me?" you can just hear the taunting in his voice, goading you to make the first move. deep breath in and out, your hand holding the sheath of your sword, ready to draw. silence takes over the room as you speedrun any plans or ideas to catch him off guard. any idea to make him snap out of it. you can be the faster draw but that won't promise you a win if your life is going to be lost.
a steady hand is what you need. just a steady hand to knock some sense back into boohtill... a steady hand to knock some sense.
"come on, fucker. what's taking ya'—" the table he thought you were hiding behind is abruptly flipped over towards boothill, taking him by a sliver of surprise before he aims and pulls the trigger. once, twice and the table was split into half. a chair was next, a single explosive bullet causing the woods to splinter and cover your form as you dash through the room, straight at him.
"'atta you fuckhead! packing some guts, i see!" boothill laughs, aiming straight at your head and pulling the trigger. the bullet doesn't hit, you managed to draw your sword in time to cut it in half. a grin matching the sense of a maniac high spread across boothill's face at the clinking of the two bullet pieces hitting the floor. all you had on mind was to get near him at this moment, nothing else. another bullet is fired, getting cut apart in the middle before his revolver joins, being split apart by your expert swordsmanship.
close enough, you can do it, you can snap him back into his senses.
the sound of broken revolver and dulled blade hitting the floor is disregarded the moment you lean in close to him, hand raised, fist reared back, ready to knock some sense into him. at the same time, boothill's left arm raises towards your abdomen. time seemed to slow and all you had in mind was to deliver a sharp knuckle sandwich.
BANG! CRACK!
your sharp punch landed straight across his face, making his hat drop to the ground. if this was any other bar fight, you would have laughed in his face as you witness his red iris turn grey again, paired with the signature marksman symbol pupils. you did it, your plan worked and boothill was back. when you wanted to point at his face and scold his ears off, all you managed was a weak wheeze. strange...
the world spun around you, the horrified face of boothill catching your attention alongside the sharp pain at your side. you didn't even knew that you fell to the ground as boothill cradles you up into his arms, holding you like how he always does as his metallic fingers gently hold your cheek. his mouth was moving, bi-colored hair falling like a curtain over you two as if to keep this moment hidden from the prying eyes of the corpses in the room.
what was he saying? there was a permanent ringing in your ears and you couldn't be more annoyed about the timing of something more than now. you wanted to listen to his voice, the gentle rasp as he apologized for now listening to you, the hidden tenderness as he calls you an idiot for getting too close to him. breathing became harder for you, black dots appearing in your vision, hindering you from seeing the way boothill was desperately holding you tight against his body. you must have hit your head pretty heard when you fell.
"... i told you... to have yourself checked o.. ver..." you barely manage to say, your voice dying in your throat as you try to talk to him. shaking hand comes up to cradle his cheek, trying to wipe away the tears that streaming from his grey eyes. why was your hand bloodied? it left stains on your dear boothill's cheeks and he will surely complain about it as he tries to wipe it away with his own metallic ones like a cat. you felt cold from the inside, you couldn't move your legs and even holding up your hand felt like a chore.
perhaps a nice rest will help you relax and gain your strength back. and when you wake up again, you will be back in the inn's room, your favorite cowboy by your side, clinging to you like a lifeline as he snores open-mouthed, wiping his drool all over your shirt. when you wake up again, your favorite cowboy won't be covered in blood. when you wake up again, there won't be this annoying sharp sting at your side that felt like your whole intestines were spilling out.
"sugar...? sugar, no, don't close your eyes! [name] wake up!" boothill yells, shaking your bloodied body as he tries to make you regain consciousness. you can hit him all you like, put pink ribbons in his hair, steal his hat, scold him for all you want, just please don't close your eyes. please don't fall asleep. please, don't leave him alone.
"... i'll get lost again if you leave me..." there was no pulse. your body was cold already. and the cyborg wished he could cry again. at least one last time.
Thinking about being sandwiched between Argenti and Boothill.
Your legs wrapped around Boothill’s waist while he pounds your pussy, metal fingers gripping into your ass so hard you’re sure they’ll leave bruises the next morning. His ribbed silicone dick rubbing against your walls in rhythm with Argenti as he fucks your ass with his long thick cock. Argenti’s large hands cupping at your breasts and tweaking your nipples as your mind goes dumb on their dicks, breathless moans leaving your lips and fingers clinging onto Boothill’s shoulders as he assaults your neck with kisses and hickeys.
With Boothill’s teeth buried in your neck and the feeling of both the men’s cocks inside of you, you’d almost failed to notice one of Argenti’s hands dip from your breasts to your pussy reaching between your legs to rub at your sensitive clit, eliciting a loud whine from your lips as Argenti buried his head into your back, kissing it tenderly, his fingers pinching your hard nipples as your back arches from the pleasure.
“Shh, it’s okay darlin’ we got you,” Boothill coos as you clamp down tightly around his cock when Argenti snaps his hips against yours in a particularly mean thrust, a groan leaving his lips as your head lolled back, eyes glazed over with lust and unshed tears, senses overwhelmed with the smell of roses and gunpowder and the noise of skin slapping skin that made every thought of this ending soon blank out of your mind.
Husband!Ashveil who comes home late from another weird case, his white suit a bit rumpled but still sharp under that cowboy hat. You hear the door click open and rush to greet him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He chuckles low, pulling you close with one arm while leaning his wolf staff against the wall. "Missed you, baby," he murmurs, his voice smooth and teasing as he tilts your chin up to kiss you soft and slow.
His lips linger on yours, tasting like mint, and you sigh into the kiss, your hands sliding up his chest. He's so much taller, his body blocking the light as he bends down to deepen it, tongue slipping in to tease yours with slow swirls. “You always know how to make a man forget the day,” he says, nipping your bottom lip gently before pulling back just enough to look at you with those knowing eyes. You tug at his jacket, wanting more, and whisper, “Stay close tonight.”
He grins,l, and scoops you up like you weigh nothing, carrying you to the bedroom. His hands are warm through your shirt, fingers tracing lazy circles on your back as he walks. “Oh, baby, I plan to stay real close,” he replies, laying you down on the bed and hovering over you, his hat tipping forward. He shrugs off the jacket, revealing the dark shirt underneath, and you reach for his belt, heart racing. Ashveil catches your hand, kissing your knuckles softly. “Eager, huh? Let me take care of you first,” he teases, his voice dropping low.
He pins your wrists above your head with one big hand, his grip firm but not tight, and you squirm a little, loving how he fills your view. His free hand slides under your top, pushing it up to expose your breasts, and he cups one gently, thumb brushing over your nipple until it hardens. “Look at these, so pretty for me,” he says, leaning down to kiss the soft skin around it. You gasp, “Ashveil... touch me more.” He hums, taking the nipple into his mouth, sucking slow and wet, his tongue flicking the tip over and over.
You arch up, pressing closer, and he switches to the other side, lavishing it with the same attention, his teeth grazing just enough to make you whimper. “That's it, let me hear you,” he murmurs against your skin, releasing your wrists to trail his hand lower, fingers dipping into your pants. He pops the button open, sliding them down your hips along with your underwear, leaving you bare. “Spread for me,” he coaxes, and you do, thighs parting as he settles between them.
His eyes darken with want as he looks at your pussy, already wet for him, and he traces a finger along your folds, collecting the slick. “So ready, huh? All this for your husband,” he teases, bringing the finger to his mouth to taste you. You nod, voice breathy, “Yes, for you... please, Ashveil.” He chuckles softly, dipping his head to kiss your inner thigh, then higher, his breath hot against your clit before his tongue licks a slow stripe up your slit, savoring every inch.
You moan loud, fingers tangling in his hair under the hat, and he hums in approval, the vibration buzzing through you. He laps at your pussy steady, tongue circling your clit with gentle pressure, then flattening to lick broad and flat. “Taste so sweet, can't get enough,” he says, sliding one finger inside you, pushing in deep and curling it against that spot. You buck your hips, “More... give me more.” He adds a second finger, pumping them slow, stretching you as his mouth sucks your clit lightly.
He builds the rhythm, fingers thrusting in and out while his tongue flicks faster, watching your face for every reaction. Your legs tremble, breaths coming short, and you grip his hair tighter. “Ashveil, I'm close... don't stop,” you plead. He grins against you, sucking harder now, fingers curling quicker. “Come on, soak my fingers,” he urges, voice muffled but full of that teasing warmth, pushing you right to the edge with each precise movement until your body tightens and you clench around him, waves of heat pulsing through you.
He kisses your thigh softly as you catch your breath, then strips off the rest of his clothes, his cock hard and thick against his stomach. Climbing back over you, he lines up at your entrance, rubbing the tip through your wetness. “Ready for me inside?” he asks, eyes locked on yours. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him closer, “Ah—Yes, fill me up.” He pushes in slow, inch by inch, stretching you full with a groan. “Fuck, you're tight, baby,” he breathes, holding still once he's deep, his forehead against yours as he starts thrusting gentle but firm, each one hitting deep and drawing out your moans.
when you approach ashveil for a particular favour along with the promise of generous pay—it's a win-win situation for him: he gets to pay his monthly rent and fuck a beautiful girl.
wc: 1.2k, x f!reader, squirting, a bit of exhibitionism (u don't get caught), he's lowk a tease, p in v, creampie, pwp. ib this voiceline "if you ever need anything done, just hit me up! i'm flexible on the price.”
tldr -> basically u n ashveil doing it in his office.
ashveil is more than happy to fulfill your service of course, especially for a sweet thing like you.
his cramped office is less than the ideal place to have sex, but who are you to complain when his thick cock is rubbing back and forth on your folds, teasing it like a sly wolf toying with his prey?
your thighs, surprisingly pliable, are lifted high, hooked over his arms as his bare chest presses to your back, the rough texture of his skin a delicious contrast to your own.
a soft, involuntary squelch accompanies each slow drag of his cock against your cunt. perhaps it's the lack of experience, or the illicit thrill; but you're already wet, dripping even.
it was a strange, exhilarating surrender, your body instinctively arches backward, leaving yourself completely dependent on his strength.
he continues the slow, torturous rhythm. “please, mr ashveil,” you whimper, a breathless sound catching in your throat. “i-i can’t do this anymore…”
"can't you?" he slurs with that sultry voice of his. "or won't you? hm?”
“beg for it, darling. beg for what you really want."
his grip tightens around your thighs, pulling you closer, the pressure firm enough to make your breath hitch. “come on, use your words,” he coaxes.
"fuck—” you gasp, your hands clutching at him. "i want...i want you inside. n—need more of you!”
a quiet, satisfied hum leaves him, like he’s been waiting to hear that.
“yeah?” he teases, letting the anticipation coil tighter and tighter between you. “that what you really want?”
you nod helplessly. he’s so mean, the head of his cock still teasing your entrance like there's no tomorrow.
“wanna fuck you so bad too, sweet thing.” he brushes a slow kiss along your neck, his hair grazing your skin and sending a soft shiver down your spine.
“please mr ashveil, f—fill me up…!”
that’s all it takes.
with a sudden, powerful thrust, he finally plunges into you. a deep, satisfying splurch sounds out as your bodies meet. eliciting a long, drawn-out moan from your lips.
you can feel his hot breath fanning over your cheeks as your head tilts back against his shoulder, his thick length stretching you oh-so-perfectly.
“shit,” he hisses. “your tight little cunt’s suckin’ me in.”
a sudden knock at the door jolts you both—your body spasms around him in surprise; he lets out a sharp groan at the sudden clench of your pussy.
“you're on full display f’me like a perfect little slut, yeah?” he murmurs. “anyone opens that door, they’ll see exactly who owns this pussy.”
and he’s right. if someone walks in, they'll be greeted with the most perfect sight of ur greedy cunt swallowing down his cock.
“ashveil?” a voice calls from outside.
his jaw clenches. he can feel how wet and hot you are wrapped around him—the pulse of your arousal only making it harder to think straight.
“are you there?”
“im busy, come back later.” he answers curtly, unapologetically turning away the visitor.
yet the interruption only seems to fuel him.
he manhandles you—lifting your body slightly off his cock before repositioning both your thighs and hooking them securely across his right forearm. your legs dangle helplessly over his forearm, hips angled at his mercy.
“ah…!” you gasp as he drives back into you with a sudden thrust. it’s almost like he did that because he wants to hear you unravel in his arms.
the cruel and mean detective then slides his free hand down to your clit, circling small strokes over your swollen bud. his touch is electric, relentless, turning your whimpers into desperate moans as he works you just right.
“you’re so sensitive,” he growls in your ear.
“but sir! it’s a new commission!” the voice insists from outside.
you’re absolutely mortified; so full of him, clinging and clenching as he pinches that sensitive nub hard. pleasure shoots through you like lightning as you gasp, body trembling around his cock.
“i said not now,” ashveil snaps—and finally, silence falls on the other side of the door.
it’s quiet again. except for the wet slap of skin on skin… the filthy rhythm of you being taken apart piece by piece…
you feel so lewd, the dirty squelching echoing off the walls of his office making you even more shamelessly wet.
your pussy clenches violently, pulsing as you gush over him, squirting your liquid all over; coating his thighs, dripping onto the floor… some even arcing up to stain his bulletin board. his "self portrait" is soaked in your essence now—ruined by your pleasure.
and still, he doesn’t stop. his hand stays between your legs, gently rubbing circles over your swollen clit through the aftershocks.
“haaah… yeah, that’s it sweetheart. your pussy’s leakin’ all over me.”
your pussy is still fluttering from the intense pleasure when he suddenly pulls out, leaving you feeling empty.
you whimper, the sudden emptiness making you ache—only for it to vanish a heartbeat later as he presses you down onto his desk, papers sliding everywhere and pens clattering to the floor, but neither of you care.
in one smooth thrust, he’s back inside, grunting at your tight heat adjusting to his girth again.
you try to keep your legs open for him like a good girl, but they tremble too hard to stay apart. with no patience left, he can't help but exert a bit more control, forcing them wider apart to accommodate his size.
overstimulated and raw from the high just moments ago, you squirm helplessly beneath him.
“t-too much! mr ashveil—it’s too much!”
he smirks down at you, sweat-damp hair falling over his brow.
“too much? weren’t you begging for me to ‘fill you up’ earlier?”
he turns up the pace—deep thrusts that make your breasts bounce with each snap of his hips. one particularly rough thrust makes you cry out and rake your nails down his back, leaving red trails.
his mouth latches onto one of your nipples in response, sucking hard while his fingers twist and pull at the other. his tongue swirls tight circles around the peak before biting down just enough to make you yelp.
“drench my cock more, c’mon darling i know you got it.”
as if his words were law, the coil inside you snaps a second time. you see stars while your walls clench around him as another wave crashes through.
and just like that, he’s coming too—hot and pulsing deep inside as he fills you up to the brim.
you milk him greedily with every flutter of your pussy until white ropes begin to seep from your swollen slit, dripping slowly down the curve of your ass… and onto the scattered papers beneath.
eventually, your breathing returns to normal. he pulls out—his eyes dropping to the evidence of your activities slowly leaking out onto the desk, making a mess on the floor.
“i hope you realize,” he says, voice low, “you just cost me a very important commission.”
you blink up at him, still disoriented—wondering what he's getting at.
"surely, you'll come back to make up for it, right?"
you can only offer a meek nod at his suggestive words.
(you’ll definitely be visiting the ashen detective agency often now that your pussy craves the satisfaction of being completely filled up and claimed by him.)
dr ratio likes his pillow princesses, all pretty and perfect just for him, taking everything he has to give.
he loves it when you're so, so obedient, clutching at the sheets helplessly, whimpering "veri... veri, please..." over and over again when he goes slow.
and when he goes fast, the smacking of your ass against his balls goes perfect with your desperate cries and moans, but you never ask him for anything, and you never protest.
he grunts as you tighten around him, walls fluttering so quick and your eyes rolling. your pussy is puffy and red, your eyes teary from overstimulation, but you're still so good for him that even veritas begins to feel bad.
"good girl," he whispers, brushing your tears away with a thumb. "such a good princess for me."
your eyes widen. praise doesn't come easy from him, and you clamp down so hard it draws a low groan from his chest.
veritas chuckles, drawing you closer into him so you squeak and whimper. "okay, okay... i'll make you feel good, yeah? yeah?"
you nod, each 'mhm' rising sweetly in pitch. your hips begin to jerk and shudder, that lovely knot in your tummy tightening.
"good girl," he praises again, then reaches down to rub your sensitive little clit.
the knot snaps. "veritas!" you cry, walls spasming around his hot, heavy length. "veri, veri, please, ah-"
amab version has been posted on both ao3 and tumblr as well!
cw: ! NSFW ! , AFAB!Reader, established relationship, b0tt0m!sub!reader x d0m!t0p!ratio , fluff and smut, soft dr ratio, he's called veritas, oral F recieving, light cursing, hot spring freaking, aftercare, lmk if I missed anything
w/c: 2.8k
a/n: the long awaited part two to the dr ratio fic!! probably not what you guys are expecting but i like myself some soft ratio content too so ... also i apologise sincerely for any formatting mistakes, I decided I would post tonight, fell sick, still decided to go to my pc and post it and then . my pc stopped responding . so now I'm on phone rip,, anyway I hope you enjoy!
NSFW BELOW THE CUT
After your impromptu romp together, you somehow managed to get all the questions right—but not without significant struggle. Every wrong answer had earned you a “punishment” that left your cheeks burning and your body aching in ways that were both mortifying and thrilling. The aftermath of your study session was a blur of sore muscles, a tender lower half, and your boyfriend’s sheepish but endearing attempts to make amends with a parade of apologetic gifts. Which eventually led the two of you to decide to escape the chaos of your work lives for a while, booking a short trip to the Xianzhou Luofu.
Reaching there was easy enough, with Veritas’ connection to the IPC, a shuttle was already booked and the hotel reservations were made well in advance. The hotel was nestled in a quiet corner of Aurum Alley, the Luofu’s vibrant culinary street bustling with tantalizing aromas and lively chatter. It was Veritas’ first choice for a good reason—the hotel was renowned for its luxurious indoor hot springs, a favorite among tourists visiting the Luofu for the first time. Veritas, ever the planner, seemed thoroughly content ensuring everything was perfectly set for your stay.
On the day of your arrival, you were promptly escorted to your rooms, where the welcoming scent of fresh herbs and subtle incense greeted you. The two of you wasted no time settling in, quickly changing into swimsuits to prepare for the highlight of the trip—an exclusive session at the indoor hot spring that Veritas had, unsurprisingly, pre-booked well in advance. The thought of sinking into the warm, sparkling waters after a long journey made you feel a little more relaxed already. As you adjusted the straps of your swimsuit, you couldn’t help but notice Veritas’ smug smile, clearly proud of his meticulous planning.
As you stepped into the indoor hot spring area, the atmosphere immediately shifted to one of relaxation. The air was warm and thick with a gentle mist, carrying the soothing scent of eucalyptus and jasmine. The space was softly lit by lanterns with intricate designs, their golden glow reflecting off the rippling water below. The hot spring itself was a stunning centerpiece, its natural stone edges blending seamlessly with the room’s tranquil aesthetic. The water shimmered with a faint blue-green hue, its surface occasionally disturbed by the gentle flow from a carved stone spout. Surrounding the spring were polished wooden benches and plush white towels neatly folded, ready for use. You spotted a wooden tray with a different array of soaps placed on the stone, presumably for the people that enjoy bathing in the springs. The walls were adorned with elegant scrolls depicting scenes of the Luofu’s rich history. Overhead, bamboo slats covered the ceiling, allowing air to easily pass through the porous wood.
It was quiet, save for the soft trickle of water and the occasional hum of wind from vents designed to maintain the perfect balance of warmth and freshness. Veritas practically lit up as he stepped into the steamy room, his usual calm demeanor giving way to excitement. His sharp features, usually composed in a stoic expression, softened as his gaze darted to the shimmering surface of the hot spring. A smile spread across his face as his eyes met yours.
He shrugged off the towel draped over his shoulders, revealing the drool-worthy cords of muscle, well-defined shoulders flexing at the action. His movements were quick but unhurried, like someone who had been waiting for this moment and couldn’t hide his eagerness any longer.
He shot you a glance over his shoulder and without waiting for an answer, he stepped into the steaming water, his breath hitching slightly as the heat lapped at his skin. A contented sigh escaped his lips as he sank deeper and deeper until the water skimmed across the solid expanse of the middle of his torso, resting his back against the smooth stones of the spring.
“This,” he declared, his smile widening as he tilted his head back to enjoy the warmth, the tips of his violet curls getting soaked in the process, “was definitely worth the trip.” There was something infectious about his excitement—it was rare to see him so unguarded, and you couldn’t help but smile as he gestured for you to join him, splashing the water lightly in your direction.
You stepped cautiously to the edge of the hot spring making sure you didn't accidentally slip and make a fool of yourself, the warm mist curled around your skin as you adjusted the straps of your swimsuit one final time. The heat of the water brushed against your toes as you dipped them in, drawing a soft inhale from you. Slowly, you eased yourself into the spring, the silky warmth enveloping your body inch by inch.
As you sank into the water, your muscles immediately began to relax, the tension from the journey (and the ridiculous tutoring you had) melting away. You let out a quiet sigh of contentment, leaning back against the stone edge and letting the soothing heat seep into your skin. It was only then that you noticed Veritas’ gaze.
He was watching you intently, dark copper eyes trailing over the curves of your form as the water lapped gently around you. His expression was subtle but unmistakable—his lips curved in a small, appreciative smile, and there was a glimmer of something deeper in his eyes.
“Enjoying the view?” you teased, arching an eyebrow at him.
His eyes met yours, as if he were a deer caught in headlights, his ears turning a light shade of pink as he looked away.
“Always,” he replied, his voice low and smooth.
“But don’t let me distract you from relaxing... you’ve earned it.”
You narrowed your eyes at him, he wasn’t looking at you but you knew he could feel it.
“Oh, you bet I have.”
Casual conversation continued, drifting from shared jokes about the eccentricities of your trip to softer, more personal topics. Veritas’ voice was calm and steady, yet it carried a subtle warmth that made every word feel closer, more intimate. You found yourself mirroring his energy, your responses playful but tinged with sincerity.
With each passing minute, the distance between you seemed to vanish without either of you truly noticing—or maybe, neither of you wanted to admit you had. After a playful round of splashing water back and forth, the mood shifted. In a sudden, fluid motion, you found yourself in his lap with his palms holding your waist in a possessive grip.
“Comfortable?” he asked, his tone light but his gaze intense, the flicker of a teasing smile playing on his lips.
“Very,” you replied with a smile of your own, feeling emboldened. “Why? Are you nervous?”
His laugh was soft, almost too casual. “Not at all. Just making sure you’re not planning any sneak attacks.”
“Oh, please,” you scoffed, but you couldn’t help the way your smile lingered. At one point, you tilted your head back to laugh at something he said and he grabbed it as an opportunity to lay a kiss on the column of your throat.
“You know,” You began, flashing Veritas a charming smirk as an idea formed in your brain. Under the water, you placed your hands atop the ones already resting at your waist, pushing them lower and lower to the band of your underwear. Veritas’ eyes widened slightly in response as his eyes darted down to the water and back up to your eyes. His thumb twitched against your side, as if he was almost itching to peel off your clothes.
“You said that I should be grateful for this trip, right?”His eyes narrowed at your question, softly applying more pressure onto your hips as you shuddered.
“Not today,” Before you could blink, your body was met with the cold yet smooth surface of the stone behind you, Veritas had turned the two of you around and lifted you onto the rock so that only your calves stayed inside the water. The water sloshed around your heated bodies at the sudden motion, splashing your knees and his torso.
“Veritas!” Your reaction was instant, hands frantically gripping strong shoulders with goosebump-ridden arms. The man in question simply hooked his thumb under the band and teasingly rubbed circles on the wet skin as he observed your reactions.
“This trip is about you,” Veritas spoke in a hushed tone as he tugged lightly. Your ears burned in embarrassment as your swimsuit clung to your wet body. From this angle, you had to look down slightly to look into Veritas’ eyes, his face dusted with shades of red and you weren’t able to tell if he was blushing or if it was the heat from the hot spring. Another tug at your underwear had you snapping your legs shut in even more embarrassment.
“Veritas! Over here? Are you out of your mind?” Your voice is hushed as you frantically look around as if people were inside your very private room.
“Yes and no,” Another tug at your strap, “May I?”
Well, to be fair you had the room booked for another hour or so if you remember correctly. The door was also locked because you were the last one to enter and you didn’t want someone accidentally walking in while you were half naked and with your boyfriend. After weighing your options, you nodded your head shyly as you caved in to his request. “You are so lucky I love you.”
Veritas only smiled at you, finally tugging your underwear down to the middle of your thighs and slowly off the length of your legs, throwing it off to the side on the rocks as he knocked your knees apart with a firm, warm hand. He was in-between your legs before you could react, kissing you like a starved man. His left hand curled around the back of your waist as the right cupped your cheek to angle you downwards.
You gasped as his tongue swiped across the seam of your lips, the hand cupping your cheek slowly travelling down your torso. He stopped at the base of your chest, giving a gentle squeeze and a swipe over your nipple with his thumb and then moving lower until he reached your pussy. You shook as you felt a thick finger slide down from your clit to breach your entrance, pushing it in till it reached his knuckle before making shallow thrusts with it. You moaned softly at the sensation and Veritas took the opportunity to kiss you even more deeply.
Fuck.
All at once, his lips and his finger left you. A whine built at the back of your throat at the sudden loss of heat as you glared at Veritas.
“Oh, don’t give me that look.”
The doctor was back before you could voice your complaints, bending lower and hoisting your legs onto his corded shoulders. Veritas got to work immediately, like he had been waiting for an opportunity to present itself. His hands settled underneath the back of your thighs and his thumbs spread your lips open. He licked a long stripe upwards, dipping his tongue lightly inside you before bringing it up to your clit. Loud sounds of slurping filled the steam-filled room as your boyfriend lapped around your vulva. A loud moan was ripped from your throat as Veritas captured the nub of your clit into his mouth and sucked it gently. You grasped his hair at that, pushing his sweaty bangs back as the two of you made eye contact, you smirked, whispering as you spoke, “So, this is how you get the great Veritas, hah, Ratio to shut up, huh?”
Veritas took his mouth off your clit with a loud pop, licking his lips like he had a delectable meal as he challenged you right back, “Only for you.”
You could only gasp in surprise as he went right back to eating you out, some strands from his slicked back hair falling in front of his face as he gently bit down before kissing your clit, flicking the sensitive flesh with the tip of his tongue. Your orgasm was quick in approaching, you held onto his hair as you pushed your lower half into his face to ride it, the bridge of his nose bumping your clit as he moved lower to prod your entrance with his tongue.
“Veritas— I’m co—”
Your head fell back as you orgasmed, the prickling sensations rushing through your body as sweat rolled down your chest and forehead. The stones were cold, the water was hot and the room was heated which you realised, made for a wonderful sensory overload combined with Veritas’ ministrations. You rode out your orgasm as you ground your pussy on his face, tugging at purple strands as he swallowed everything you released.
Veritas finally let up when you released the grip on his hair, coming up from in-between your legs to gather your cum on his fingers, swiping it over his tongue as he swallowed all while making eye contact with you.
You were the first to speak, staring at his disheveled appearance as you spoke, “Holy shit.”
Veritas narrowed his eyes at you as he frowned. “Language.”
“Oh, don’t give me that after what you just did!”
Veritas moved his leg uncomfortably at that and you glanced down to note his half-hard dick in his trunks. Your gaze moved upwards as you caught your boyfriend blushing again. “Need help with that?” Your voice was a low, sultry purr as you moved to stand up but Veritas’ hands were on you in an instant, pushing you to sit back down.
“Not today. Let me take care of you.” Veritas sounded almost exasperated at your insistence so far.
“You already have! I doubt I can go again, Let me—”
“No. It’ll go away naturally. I want us to relax and enjoy this.” Veritas frowned at you this time and you knew you had lost. There was nothing harder than trying to talk to a stubborn scholar. Especially if it's your stubborn scholar.
“Fine, If you insist.”
Veritas chuckled softly at your reaction, turning to retrieve the herbal, non-toxic soaps neatly arranged on a wooden tray at the edge of the hot spring. With an easy grace, he returned, his movements steady and sure. Without a word, he leaned down and effortlessly scooped you up from where you were sitting on the rocks, cradling you as if you weighed nothing. His touch was firm but gentle as he carried you back into the warm embrace of the water, his lips curving into a soft smile as he watched you get settled back you down. You sighed as your cold body heated up once more, the now stiff muscles of your lower back unwinding and relaxing.
Veritas used the small pail left by the staff to take some water from the spring and gently rinse your hair. Then, he carefully poured a small amount of shampoo into his palm, the subtle aroma of lavender and eucalyptus filling the air as the steam enhanced the soothing scent. His fingers worked the shampoo into a rich lather, and he gestured for you to tilt your head back slightly. You complied, closing your eyes as the warm water swirled around you both.
His hands moved with a surprising tenderness, running through your hair in deliberate, gentle strokes. His fingertips brushed against your scalp with just the right amount of pressure, sending a wave of relaxation through your body. He took his time, working the shampoo into every strand, his touch both meticulous and unhurried.
“Looks like the hair oil I gave you has been working.” he murmured, his voice low and teasing and you could hear the faintest smile in his voice, even without opening your eyes.
“Only because someone insists on a strict self-care regime,” you replied with a quiet laugh, though you couldn’t deny how soothing his touch felt.
As he moved to massage your scalp, his thumbs pressed lightly against the base of your head, kneading away the tension you hadn’t even realized was there. His fingers traced slow, circular motions, and you couldn’t help but let out a contented sigh, the combination of the warm water and his careful attention melting away any lingering stress.
The intimacy of the moment wasn’t lost on either of you. His actions felt deliberate, as if he was pouring an unspoken affection into every gentle stroke and touch. When he finally rinsed your hair, cupping the water with his hands to ensure it didn’t get into your eyes, you opened them briefly to catch his expression.
His gaze was focused, softened by something unspoken, and when he caught you looking, he smiled. “Relax,” he said quietly, his voice carrying both a command and a reassurance. And after a long, long time, you let yourself do just that.
Jing Yuan, Dr Ratio, Wriothesley, Zhongli x fem reader. [Inspired by Mydei version]
cw: smut, soft dom, praise, size kink, Zhongli having draconic features, breeding kink for Zhongli, fear of pain during intimacy. [back to m.list]
Not suitable for minors!
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Jing Yuan
Patient, gentle, warm. Jing Yuan has been always like this with you, and the current situation didn’t make him any different. Struggling under him on bed, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, he felt a sense of duty to help you deal with his size—especially when you were crying out for him like this.
“Jing Yuan… it won’t fit!” you whined sadly, your legs tightening around him, as you felt frustrated that he could have fitted only the tip of his fat cock into you so far.
Jing Yuan chuckled, the lightness of his laugh meant to tell you that the situation is not as bad if he’s here, gripping your hips gently. “Is this how little faith you have in me?” he teased with a warm smile, before he leaned down to press a kiss onto forehead. “I’ll take care of you, don’t worry, my dear.”
Holding an eye contact with you in this position, he attempted to get you to loosen up for him, by teasing and stirring your wet entrance and folds with his tip, while peppering your face in little presses of his lips. Gently moving his hips back and forth, Jing Yuan was keeping the tip caught in your hole, drawing out even more arousal from you. Just his tip made your tight hole feel parted away for him.
You were given a messy, sloppy kiss while he kept relaxing you with his cock like this, until he was finally able to push inside, letting you feel the fullness and stretch you desperately missed for the moment prior; even if now Jing Yuan’s cock felt as if it was splitting you apart. He wiped the kiss drool off of your now dazed face.
“See? You opened up so nicely for me… just leave the rest to me,” he reassured with a tighter grip on your hips. Jing Yuan started with a slower pace to let you get used to him even more, but kept the strokes nicely deep and strong for his beloved, cursing quietly at how much pleasure your tight heat was giving him already. He even lowered his heavy body on top of yours, to let his weight reassure you further, and for him to enjoy the warmth and softness of your own body.
Dr Ratio
“If you won’t stop squirming, it won’t really help your case, you realize that?” Veritas sighed. He was lying behind you on your side, on your shared bed, one of your legs bent forward to uncover your pussy for him, but you just wouldn’t let him do his job. Veritas knew you had a tendency to unnecessarily stress yourself out during intimacy, worried about his size even if he had proven you many times that there’s nothing to be stressed about. And while Veritas could be patient and methodical if needed to be, he required your cooperation too.
“What are you even so worried about, hm?” he asked more quietly with a gentle press of kiss onto your ear, the low timber sending a chill through you. His left arm was under your body, wrapped around your torso and letting its hand fondle your breast. The other hand, kept that leg forward steadily.
“What if it doesn’t fit this time? Maybe I’m—“ you said worryingly, but he didn’t let you finish the sentence. “I’ll make it fit, as I always do,” he hushed you sternly. He did not mean to be rough with you, but sometimes it was needed to bring you back.
His heavy cocked rubbed itself against your slit, right between your lips, making you stop your talk and moan instead. The glide was smooth, with the extensive foreplay Veritas has given you a moment ago… it was just your anxiety holding you back. But him playing with your breasts like that, his cock frying your nerves or your slit and rubbing against your clit too, you were giving into the pleasure instead.
“Veritas…” you moaned out, throwing your head back against his hard chest. “Yes, I’m here,” he said more softly. His hand on your breast slipped down between your legs instead, now circling on your clit with more pressure than just strokes of his cock. He kept his right hand on your thigh steady, its strength not letting it close under the sweet stimulation.
Soon, he was slipping his cock into you with ease as his arms held you caged, and your worries were now replaced with you spilling out whines for more. So full of Veritas, feeling a prickling warmth of having your walls stretched for him, needing to grab onto the bedsheets ahead of you… even breathing was getting difficult, entirely overwhelmed by the pressure of him inside your pussy.
“Now, no need to whine anymore… you’ve taken me so well after all,” he said with a pride at his results, and his hand lifted itself up from between your thighs to turn your head to the side, by your chin, and give you a heated kiss. It was then when his heavy thrusts began, and he pressed his body tighter to yours, tightening his jaw as you were provoking him to be too vocal for his own liking. Veritas buried his face in your neck, muting his low-toned moans, as he set on the challenge to have his balls slap your skin hard with his fast pace and strong force, forcing your folds to spread for his wide girth each move.
No stress was left in you, other than the one of you wanting to come.
Wriothesley
You were impaled on Wriothesley’s fatness of his cock already, resting on top of him with his hand on your hips and giving him such a perfect view of your lovely body, but… you were too scared to move. Wriothesley filled you up so nicely, you could feel him put a pressure on your cervix and still not be inside fully, base remaining unwrapped by you; but you didn’t have a mental fortitude to move when you were so full.
“No… Wriothesley, I can’t do it like that!” you cried out. “You’re too big!”
“I’m too big?” he said cockily, with a rub of his hand on your thigh, meant to be calming. “You say that almost every night, and yet here you are again, all nicely filled up by me?” he feigned confusion.
The hand on your thigh went up to your clit, circling it around, even more when you moaned. “Y-yes, but… it’s different in this position. I feel like a skewered meat,” you said shakily with a whimper at another roll of his fingertip.
“Should I help my beautiful girlfriend then?” he inquired lowly, his eyes once again going up and down over your bare and impaled figure on top of his body. Seeing you so full of him… he wished he could abandon any duties and fuck you for the rest of the weekend on this bed, in this room in the fortress.
When you nodded eagerly, he grabbed your hips again with his big and scarred hands. “Alright, anything my princess demands…” he teased with a laughter ending up breathy, because when he started to grind into you to help you ease, the squeeze of your pussy was bit too much for even him and he groaned. He rolled his hips back and forth, letting your walls be teased in pleasurable ways with his cock grinding inside of you, making you both crazy. Suddenly, it didn’t feel that scary. Not when you he was hitting against your g-spot with grinds like this.
It felt so good, you didn’t even notice when Wriothesley was lifting you up a little, and helping you with small thrusts. Your pussy swallowed his size eagerly, and you felt stretched on him to the maximum, but it was no longer unbearable.
“There we go, all ready for me…” Wriothesley praised, and lifted you off of his cock by your hips even higher, before forcing you down on his cock more harshly. You let out a silent scream, but felt gladder than ever, and had to quickly grab onto muscular chest to hold onto, as he took you for a ride.
Zhongli
Your lover was more on a leaner side, so the first time you gave yourself to him, you didn’t expect his size to be… that. Dragon physics, almost disproportionally big to his size, were a problem for you even years later.
Your bottom hanging in the air, your face down onto the pillow—it was a position as if Zhongli was being meant to breed his mate. The spread of you like this was very enticing to him and his nature. Even when you squirmed and cried, telling him it will hurt.
“Will hurt?” Zhongli asked with a small amusement, his hands rubbing your sides as he was behind you on his knees, just the tip of his thick cock inside. “Hurt”… as if Zhongli would ever let this happen. As if he didn’t always make you desperate for more.
“My love, I always make myself fit into you in the end. You can relax by my side, I won’t let it hurt,” he said calmly, before he lowered his head to kiss between your shoulder blades. It made you feel more comfortable, but you still were anxious by how your hole kept trying to force his cock out with how tight your pussy felt on him.
“But it’s too big…” you complained with a sniffle. “It won’t enter!”
“Shhh…” Zhongli kept his tip out and in, moving his cock like that, and put his finger into your hole, right next to his tip to help you make space inside your sweet walls. You mewled at additional pressure, but his finger quickly rewarded you with a rub against your best spot. “Zhongli…” you whined, feeling fuller and better.
“You’re doing great…” he praised, leaning to kiss your nape, making his body lay on top of yours in result. When your pleasure and wetness grew even more, Zhongli started to finally push his thickness into you with his finger now out, making you gasp. “Yes…!” you were so relieved, even if even more overwhelmed by your walls being forced to accommodate for Zhongli.
Your hips up in the air wriggled, your tears stained the pillow with your face below, and with a sight as erotic as this, Zhongli had no choice but to start fucking you roughly. He thought of how you, soon, will be full of his seed dripping out of you, and was fantasizing that one day, it’ll turn into something more—in any case, your belly will be left bloated in both scenarios.
His hands on your hips, he snapped your lower body against his abdomen back and forth, his balls slapping against your clit. “You took all of me. Now you’ll let me have you properly, won’t you?” he asked through teeth, hissing at how much your pussy squeezed on his cock.
You could have only nodded into the pillows in ecstasy.
the doctor finds himself extremely aroused by your casual nudity
cw: afab!reader, fingering, pussyjob, spooning -> prone bone, creampie, slight overstimulation, bro is jealous of a game, usage of ratio's first name
ratio just cant help himself.
how do you expect him to act, when you kick your legs in the air while laying down on your stomach, swaying your hips as you played on that infernal console of yours?
why werent you dressed yet, anyway? shouldnt you be in your pajamas by now? either way, ratio lets out a dreadful sigh as he begins disrobing himself. you dont look up from your game as you called to him. "hey hun, rough day?"
"yes," ratio replies, joining you in bed and pulling you close to him, scowling when you adjusted your body so his chest meets your back, effectively making him spoon you.
you and that stupid game- dont you see that he wants your attention as well? "must you play so late in the night?" he muttered, nibbling your neck as his hands began to roam your body. he gripped your hips, palmed your legs- and yet you continued to play.
"i just got to the final level, veri." you replied, seemingly unaffected by his touches. ratio huffed. the hands on your hips began to move again, this time towards the intimate space between your legs. your breath hitches as ratio cups your pussy, squirming when he keeps his hand there.
"veritas-" your grip on the console nearly falters when ratio's middle finger began rubbing your clit, legs trembling from the sudden pleasure. ratio groans into your ear, grinding his hips to your plush ass, a hard pressure poking you. it isnt all that often ratio initiated intimacy with you- whatever happened must have really pushed him over the edge.
"ill give you a challenge," ratio whispered, his breath tickling your ear. "if you can finish that game despite my actions, i'll let you continue in peace. but-" you whimper as he dipped his finger inside your folds, feeling your warmth flutter around the digit and wetting it with your juices. "if you lose, you'll have to answer to me the whole night. are we clear?"
you won't lie, it turns you on to feel the neediness emanating from your boyfriend. you nod. it wouldnt hurt to play along.
the next minutes or so went smoothly at first. despite ratio's fingers pushing in and out of your cunt, you managed to play up until a decent chunk of the level. however, ratio starts getting a bit impatient. you let out an 'eep' when he suddenly removes his fingers and lifts up your leg, sliding his hard length over the lips of your pussy. ratio sighs and groans, feeling the warmth and wetness of your cunny coating his cock in slick. the console in your hands nearly slip at the newfound sensation, body trembling as ratio deliberately teases himself. he wont stick himself inside just yet, theres still a challenge to win.
its not like you can concentrate that well at the moment, however. feeling ratio's length rub against your cunt, the tip just barely grazing your clit-
"v-veritas!" you cry out, your console slipping out of your grasp and falling onto the mattress. ratio wastes no time, slapping the tip against your clit a few times before aligning the head to your entrance. ratio lets out a loud groan as he immediately plunges deep inside, one hand nearly crushing your hip while the grabs at your neck. the walls of your cunt quickly get stimulated by the rough pace set by ratio, his cock barely leaving your warmth as he groans all sorts of filth into your ear, making you gush around his cock. your moans are drawn out of you as you near your climax, ratio's length consistently hitting that one spot over and over again.
ratio groans when he feels your walls constrict him, a creamy ring forming at the base of his dick as you moan and cry out his name. "see what you do me?" he growled, stuffing himself deep inside and rolling his hips. you gasped in short breaths, barely having time to relax when ratio pushes you back on your stomach and starts pounding into you again, his hips smacking against your ass in a lewd cacophony of noise. you grip the sheets as you wail into the pillows.
"mine, all mine- hnngh~" ratio gritted out, gripping your hips tight as he watches his cock disappear into the gooey warmth of your pussy. "you'll come apart for me over and over again," a sharp thrust into your pleasure spot has you seeing stars. "ill make sure of it- ugh~"
"veritas, i'm gonna-! i-i'm!"
"together-" he gasped out, leaning his whole body over you, hips a bruising pace as he chases both of your highs. a loud groan spills from ratio as his release coats yours walls, nudging his cock deep inside your pulsing warmth, your own orgasm covering his lower abdomen with an abundance of slick. ratio flips your positions so you end up laying on top of him, his cock still nestled deep inside. though your lungs burn for air, you cant help but messily kiss his flustered face. going all shy after fucking your brains out... thats just like your silly boyfriend.
"why were you naked, anyway?" ratio asks after you both catch your breath. you shrug.
"i dunno, i just felt like it. but if youre going to do this everytime i decide to be nude for whatever reason, then maybe i might just do it more." you giggled, tracing a heart on his chest.
ratio doesnt answer, instead holding you close and thrusting his hardening cock into your sensitive pussy.
not a continuation post but more like a horny extra sideplot you're welcome you freaks /j
in which our aeon ratio has come to learn that he, too, has human desires. he's perhaps a little too fond of his emanator, and perhaps his emanator is a little too pretty for him to be able to control himself.
my aeon ratio plot here
tags : face fucking, mind break, power play, mind control, consensual nonconsent that turns into to consent, painful sex, womb penetration, dacryphilia, asphyxiation, begging / whining / crying, use of the term 'girl', religious imagery sorta, ratio has a huge dick and it hurts, he also doesn't know the limits of the human body and pushes you way past yours, coercion almost, obsession, mention of stalking, yandere ratio, reader almost loses consciousness twice, struggling, afab anatomy, finger fucking, possessiveness, mean ratio calls you a failure once
god x disciple
word count : roughly 4000
the aeon of dissemination has taught you plenty while you were underneath his tutelage. so many whispers of the cosmos that others would fail to hear, so many secrets untold, shared only by those in the know. an all-powerful being with much more power than you could ever hope to know, yes, and yet.. during your private lessons together, you found yourself bearing witness to his more human side more often than not. your time together was much less a deity whispering incomprehensible knowledge to his devout pupil, and much more a civil conversation between humans. almost.
you were his emanator, which meant that you derived your power directly from him. this caused you to be able to reach heights previously unknown to you, but it also became your shackles. you were bound to his word, for his word was law. if he told you to bark, you would bark. you had no choice in the matter. if he told you to, by any chance, strip down and worship naked at his feet, well, you couldn't deny him that, either.
ratio had grown to enjoy his time with you. no, rather, he had grown fond of you. you learned quickly, you asked the right questions, you were beautiful, and kind. you were everything he wished for in a companion. even aeons get lonely too, surely you understood that. he found himself curious about you while you were away from him, often opting to lose his corporeal form and watch you from the shadows. he had always preferred doing things from the shadows, anyways, so this was nothing new.
you were beautiful. not just in your mind, but your body, too, something that ratio hated to admit. he had assumed, wrongly, that he had no attraction to human bodies, only human minds. but yours.. it stirred something in him, made him question himself. his motives, his.. desires.
and he desired you. he wanted that to be clear, and yet he bided his time, waiting patiently in the shadows of your home for the next time he would summon you before him, something coming up rather soon.
as you arrived within his domain - a huge, expansive, never ending library filled from top to bottom of books on everything in the universe. no matter how obscure, you could find the information you were seeking in front of you, from the tiniest of details of the most unknown planets to the biggest complexities of the cosmos.
" dr. ratio, it's good to see you again, " you called out, approaching his throne, sat in the center, surrounded by bookshelves covering every side by the front. there, ratio was sat, his legs crossed with an old book in his hand. " i pray you're doing well ? "
" i am, " he nodded, his demanding gaze flickering from the book to you, taking in your every single move. ratio snapped his book closed, his eyes never leaving yours, leaning forward in his throne. " i have been reading about human pleasure. it has been a subject previously untouched by me, but as you know, one must encapsulate all things to be able to full grasp the complexities of life. "
you stopped in your tracks, stunned. he had been reading about.. human pleasure ? you swallowed thickly, allowing yourself an awkward, small laugh, your hand coming up to the back of your head as you tried to figure out what to do with yourself under his gaze. " oh ! i.. see. it's surprising that you've just uncovered this now, considering your knowledge in human psychology. "
" would you say that those two things overlap ? " he asked, the book resting on his lap now, completely forgotten about now that he was in your presence, the human that had made the aeon of dissemination question himself.
" well.. they're definitely related, " you started, thinking about how to properly explain yourself before you said anything further, a quality that he admired. " human desires are just the culmination of inherently desirable qualities in a partner, right ? those who take a more submissive role often desire dominant partners in all aspects of their life, not just in the bedroom. of course, there are exceptions, but it could be used as a rule of thumb for understanding how humans interact with one another in a romantic and sexual sense. "
your explanation earned you the briefest of nods. " would you say that you yourself are in this broad generalization ? or are you an exception ? " he asked, his words low and gruff, like he was waiting on your answer to his question. " you, who dominates so much of your life. you teach the willing, guide them towards knowledge. not many would be above you in status, i presume. would you consider yourself in need of a partner who you can take control of, too, or would you rather.. be controlled ? "
you hesitated, something that he noticed. were you not willing to share such details with him ? was it because of his status, or simply because of your nature ? you were rather introverted, although not necessarily completely since you could command a room with just the tone of your voice. well, almost every room. this was one room that you had no control over.
you were confused, but mostly, you were curious. why did he want to know ? what was he gaining from learning such private and intimate details about yourself ? this was the first time that he had asked such revealing questions to you, although you weren't unaware of his recent curiosity with your life outside of the walls of this library. this was the first time he had actually shown any type of interest in you, and to be quite frank, it unnerved you a little bit. but if ratio asks a question, it gets answered. that much, you knew. " i.. find myself leaning towards the submissive role in bed. i prefer if my partner could.. command me, sometimes, and take control whenever possible. "
dr. ratio didn't say anything for a while, his eyes narrowing slightly, his legs uncrossing as he examined you from top to bottom, taking in your attire, and taking it off in his mind. he needed to know why he felt these desires towards you. he needed to know why you, specifically, out of everyone that he had interacted with within the cosmos, earned his gaze in a way that no others did. he didn't even know that he had these baser, more carnal instincts.
" now, who would be able to control you ? you, an emanator of the dissemination, a being with knowledge vast beyond most mortal comprehension, " his eyes sparkled with something as he beckoned you forward, signaling for you to get on your knees in front of him, something that he very rarely did. and yet you complied, and his interest in this situation only grew. " who could control you.. other than myself ? "
kneeling down in front of him, and looking up at his eyes, you sucked in a breath, your heart beginning to race in your chest as you thought about the implications of his words. were you truly interpreting his words correctly, or was this another one of his many wise warnings that he often bestowed upon you when you have strayed too far away from your chosen path ? and yet, you could see the smirk on his otherwise stoic face, and you knew that you weren't misunderstanding his words.
" strip for me, girl. " you felt that throbbing pain in your head that momentarily disorientated you, your hand rushing up to grab your forehead as you swayed slightly. you swore you could feel every single nerve in your body standing on end, a warning for what was to come. yet, this was not the feeling inside of you that you got when he was commanding you to do something that you had no choice in the matter of, you knew this for a fact because he had done that to you a few times while trying to guide you towards the correct path. you had no idea what this was, other than to perhaps remind you of his power over you.
nevertheless, even while bursting with embarrassment, you obliged, first taking off your purple blazer, undoing the buttons of your white dress shirt and slipping it off of your shoulders, before finally your skirt, something that made you more nervous than revealing your chest in front of him. you stood up onto your knees, bringing yourself in between his legs as you pulled your skirt and underwear down at the same time, letting the fabric pool beneath you at your knees.
" good girl, you're such a good girl, " he whispered, his hand reaching out, gently petting your head before combing through your hair, his gaze revealing nothing about his intentions, only the hunger inside of him. you'd only ever seen this look in his eyes whenever he was learning, and perhaps, in a way, he was learning something. " come closer. i trust you're experienced in this area, or should i teach you the basics ? "
you shuffled closer, your hands on your thighs as you didn't dare touch him. " i.. have a little experience, but not a lot. my apologies, i.. my lifestyle doesn't exactly allow me to often indulge in these kinds of.. activities with others. " you were just inches away from him, your face so close to his body, his crotch. you had so many questions. was this all just an elaborate test of sorts ? did he truly intend to teach you how to pleasure him ?
did he even have the anatomy for such a lewd idea ?
" it's okay, " he answered, as if hearing your thoughts, which he likely did. he was a being of immeasurable power, after all. and yet here he was, exerting his control over you and yet at the same time, losing his cool like a lovesick fool unable to keep himself together in the face of a beautiful person. " i'm rather fond of willing students, so don't worry. you'll learn, i am sure of that. you're a very capable being, after all. "
" this body is human in all capacities, " he continued, his hand still on the back of your head, subtly pulling you closer. " i originally believed it to be human in all ways except for the brain, but i believe i have been incorrect. it seems this form, no, i retain many of humanities baser, more carnal instincts. i would like you to service me. you may begin with removing this trousers from me. i will guide you, but i'll warn you, i won't be gentle. "
all you could muster was a small nod, your hands finding their way to his pants, shaking with nervousness, and also maybe just a twinge of excitement. here, you would have an aeon underneath your touch, begging for you. surely this was a pleasure that not many got to partake in. you could see it straining against the fabric of his pants, begging to be released, and you couldn't help but purse your lips together nervously, taken aback by its size.
finally working up the courage, you unzipped his trousers, pulling them from his hips down to his legs, letting the fabric fall beneath him onto your lap, leaving him in just his underwear, his cock pressed up against his leg, the bulge in his underwear now impossible to ignore. you looked up again at him for confirmation, to which he just nodded. " proceed. show me your worthiness to be at my side. take me into your mouth. if you don't think you can do it, i will guide you. "
you bit your bottom lip, your nervousness slowly turning into palpable excitement as you finally pulled his underwear off of him, freeing his cock from its confines once and for all. he was bigger than you'd expected, with precum messily coating his bulbous tip. he was huge, so much bigger than anything you've ever seen before, making all other sexual situation you'd been in before this one become meaningless in comparison. ratio's grip on the back of your head tightened, almost painful as he leaned you forward, giving you virtually no choice but to comply with his demands.
nervously, you kitten licked the head of his cock, one of your hands holding the base of it so you could bring it to your mouth. determination to prove yourself filled you, along with undeniable arousal, but you knew that there was simply no way to take all of him in your mouth without pitifully choking, and he must've been aware, too. you began to bob your head up and down his length, feeling an unfamiliar sting in the back of your throat every time the head of his cock hit the back of your throat.
you continued this for a moment, earning contented groans from his lips, until you found your throat constricting involuntarily at the intrusion. you gagged, pulling away from him completely as you coughed, feeling your stomach do backflips.
if you couldn't take it properly without struggling, he decided, then ratio would just have to force you to take his cock to show you how it's done, even if you gag around him. his expression darkened as he pulled your head towards him, forcing himself deep into your mouth. you gagged almost immediately, your hands grabbing at his thighs as he controlled your head, forcing you to take more of his cock.
" you can't handle my size ? you're pathetic. a failure, " his voice was filled with disappointment and anger, and you could do nothing but look up at him, tears forming in your eyes from his bruising pace as he fucked your face without mercy. you couldn't breathe properly, struggling against him weakly, your nails digging into the flesh of his thighs, not out of disobedience for him, but because when humans feel as though they're dying or they can't breathe, they often try to fight to get their airway back, struggling uselessly.
" i'll show you how to please me properly, " ratio's hand pulled and pushed your head with your hair, his hips thrusting his cock deeper into your throat. your gagging is ignored as you choke around him. " fuck. yes, that's it. take it. learn to swallow my cock. learn to love it, " he threw his head back, groaning underneath his breath. " you can be so good at this, i know you can. "
he wasn't stopping, especially not when he was finally starting to feel good because of you, the pleasure building up inside of him. tears began to streak down your reddening face, your eyebrows creased together as you struggled. ratio fucked your face relentlessly, thrusting inside of your mouth and using you like his own personal fucktoy. finally, the resistance in your throat gave way after a particularly harsh thrust, and he penetrated your throat, his cock so deep inside of you that you couldn't breathe at all anymore. your eyes widened, your heart beating against your chest, the painful lesson beginning to take root.
despite the treatment, your slick was pooling between your thighs, creating a puddle of it beneath you. his rough treatment turned you on more than you'd ever thought possible.
ratio seemed to notice this, his tone holding a hint of amusement as he used your face, your nose pressed up against his pubic bone, his balls resting on your chin. " can't breathe ? perhaps you prefer i choke you completely like this ? you're enjoying it, craving it like a drug now. i must say, i find myself captivated by your abilities, too. "
you could feel your own helplessness, the power that he held over you surpassing even what you thought possible. you understood this lesson, although you could feel your head starting to fog up with the lack of air. you were trying desperately to find a way to breathe around his cock, but he was too deep in your throat, clogging up your airway. his guide on your head became painful as ratio invaded your body.
your eyes rolled back, your hands falling down to your side as you almost lost consciousness. finally, before you could truly lose yourself to the black abyss, he pulled your head up off of him, letting you gasp and choke, all of the spit that he was keeping in your mouth slipping down your lips, covering your chest and lap as you coughed up the air, blinking rapidly to familiarize yourself with being able to breathe again. your stomach was churning, and you damn near threw up everything that you had eaten for breakfast that morning. you felt weightless and incredibly heavy at the same time.
" you're a good girl. you learn quickly, " he smirked, his voice filled with satisfaction as he watched you catch your breath. finally, he stood up, his cock still throbbing painfully, ready to finally take what he'd wanted. " turn around, girl. "
that painful feeling in your head came back, causing you to wince in pain as he commanded you to turn around. finally agreeing, you turned around on your knees, looking away from him. his large hand pushed at your back, knocking you onto your hands, your ass up in the air for him to see. ratio had made himself comfortable with being in between your legs, his eyes admiring your naked form, seeing your pretty folds glistening with so much slick it was dripping down your thighs.
" such a pretty little thing. human bodies are beautiful beyond compare, even in the eyes to an aeon, but yours ? oh, yours is magnificent. truly, you are worthy of being by my side, " his voice was low as two of his fingers penetrated your wetness, testing your readiness for what was to come. he savored the feeling of your tightness around him, the way your muscles gripped his digits.
you gasped, letting out a whiny, pathetic little noise as you moaned, your back arching as his fingers hit that special spot inside of you, caressing it in such a way that had you drooling like a dumb mutt on your knees in seconds. his fingers moved rhythmically, his gaze on where they disappeared and reappeared from your body. the anticipation was building within him, and he found himself fucking you faster with his fingers, enjoying every tiny little mewl and whine of pleasure as it came from your bruised throat.
your cries of pleasure fueled him, the sight of you writhing, begging, and ultimately submitting to him was almost as satisfying as the power he held over you. " that's it. you're such a good girl. " without warning you, he pulled his fingers out from you, your body clenching around nothing as your moans quickly turned into gasps. " you're going to take me now, yeah ? submit to me, and i promise you a lesson that you'll never forget. "
your eyes widened, even though you knew ratio couldn't see it, and you felt your anxiety spike. " y-you can't..! i-it's too big, it'll break me, please ! " you begged, but your voice was falling on deaf ears as one of his hands gripped your hips, guiding his shaft to your entrance.
" your body is resilient, and i'm confident it'll accommodate me, " with a swift motion, he pushed into you, his cock stretching her wide. you cried out, your body tensing as he slowly withdrew and thrust again, just testing the waters of what you could and couldn't take. as his entire length disappeared inside of you, he couldn't stop his hips from snapping up, pounding his cock into you.
your scream of pleasure filled this vast library, a symphony of pain and pleasure. " a-ah, fuck..! your cock, i-its- it hu-hurts, 's too big.. " you sobbed, babbling on like an idiot, your words incomprehensible, your voice hiccupping in your throat. you were feeling like you were being split in half from him, like your body wasn't yours anymore. just like you suspected earlier, no other human man you'd had sex with previously compared to him, and you'd never quite be able to get fucked like this again if it weren't ratio.
ratio leaned down, his body pressed against yours, whispering in your ear, " you love this, yeah ? its painful, but it feels amazing. " his hips pumped faster, your cries echoing through the library with each thrust. your protests turned into pleas, your words lost in your ecstasy. " i want you to come for me. you'll cum again, and again, and again, until you belong to me entirely. you'll cum for me, and say my fucking name, " he promised.
you cried out, your sobs and moans mingling together as you struggled to figure out what you wanted to do, whether or not you wanted to pull him closer or force him away all at once. you were going to cum, and there was nothing you could do about it other than let him fuck you like he wanted to. pain and pleasure mingled together, but not so much as when he slammed into you with all of his body weight, the tightness of your body giving way as the head of his cock breached your womb. " v-veritas..! " you moaned out, and it all exploded within you, your pussy clenching around him as he fucked you through your orgasm, the pain of him breaching your womb and the pleasure of his fucking being far, far too much for you to take.
ratio grunted, feeling your walls squeeze around his cock as she came, milking him, too. the sensation was exquisite, his thrusts becoming frantic as he fucked himself into you as your arms gave out from underneath your, your face planting into the cold tile below. at this point, he was focused solely on his own gratification, pumping into you as your hips met his, your moans like a beautiful lullaby to his ears. " g-goddammit, " he swore, his balls drawing tight, his orgasm imminent at this point. he pulled your hips into his, his cock pulsing deep within you as his orgasm washed over him in waves, filling you completely with his seed, causing you to mewl out pitifully in response.
finally, he pulled out, his cum spilling out from your pretty pussy, dripping onto the floor beneath the two of you. he helped pick you up, cradling your body in his arms as the two of you rest at the foot of his throne together. you were nestled against his chest, your breathing coming out raggedly as you looked up at him, your eyes half closed and your body weak. ratio had breached you completely, filled you up in ways that you didn't even know possible. such was the ways of an aeon, you thought, unable to fight back against him even if you wanted to.
" you've taught me a lot about the human body, " ratio whispered, content just to hold you there, his voice holding a hint of vulnerability. " no, the human body, and perhaps the human mind, too. my own mind. thank you for this lesson, dear emanator. "
perhaps being an emanator didn't always mean that you held all of the power. after all, there will always be a being with more power than you.
Reader is female Established reader x Aventurine, Aventurine is also seeing Dr Ratio after telling reader his feelings for him. You have no problem at first, until you see them together for the first time (well, walk in on them) where you see a very attractive and chiseled physique.
You try to muster the courage to break up with Aventurine, loving him and known deep down, you asked him out. Dr Ratio doesn't like this. I'll say, this is one of my longer fics which tells me I probably need to get a boyfriend ☠️
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"Ah, right there doctor!" You hear your boyfriend gasp, the slapping of skin on skin enough for you to know he's getting plowed into. Opening the door slowly, you see the back of the man who's currently abusing your boyfriends prostate in the most arousing way he could. He's deep into it, and you can't help but watch on in awe until the two finish. You hadn't even realised you were watching before hearing the man, Dr Ratio, apologise for sleeping with your boyfriend.
"Oh, don't worry! He asked me and I'm fine with it." You smile, looking at just how handsome the man is before stopping yourself from staring any longer. You excuse yourself, leaving an exhausted Aventurine and a conflicted Dr Ratio.
It's awkward waiting for your shared room to become free again, but the two leave the apartment at the same time, presumably for work. Upon going into your room, you can't help but cry a little. You were bold enough to ask your boyfriend out, and you were over the moon when he accepted. He asked you if he could see a man he was interested in, and you asked him if it was just the one. He reassures you it is, and you accept it.
So now, here you are panicking that you couldn't stimulate your boyfriend the way Dr Ratio just did. Yeah, you peg your boyfriend, but you do this with a dildo. A cock feels so much more natural, not to mention the fact a cock also cums.
So, you begin packing your bags before storing them in the wardrobe, waiting to speak to your boyfriend about the relationship. You didn't know how to start, but you knew it would need done.
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Dr Ratio was the first one home, to your surprise. You were a bit concerned you were already being replaced in that moment, as this was not his permanent residence. To your understanding, he had his own place.
"Oh, sorry, I'll just get my bags." You splutter out, standing up to get the bags you had already packed. He stops you from going, grasping your hand. "I've overstayed my welcome, doctor, I know."
"You haven't even given me a chance to speak, yet you think you know why I'm here." Dr Ratio looks down at you, jeering. "I'm not here to kick you out."
Confused, you turn fully to look at the man.
"I spoke to your boyfriend about the arrangement after seeing your reaction. From my observations, you are attracted to me." Dr Ratio concludes."
"I don't need a condescending line on how Im lucky to have even had my ex in the first place." You tut, Dr Ratio huffing out of frustration.
"Just listen to me, you imbecile!" Dr Ratio roars, you standing completely still. "After meeting you, I was attracted to you as well. After speaking to our boyfriend, I thought the best course of action was for us to engage in some pleasurable activity ourselves."
"I would be down for that."
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In no time, you both have stripped your clothes off before he grabs you and throws you onto the bed. He dives right after you, caging you in between his arms as he begins to make out with you. You can't help but wrap your legs around his wait, his hands flying up to your head to deepen the kiss. You run your hands down his chest, detailing every defined muscle he has before your indecisive hands fly to his back to claw at him. This lights a fire in him, flipping the both of you so he is now the one lying down. In anticipation of what was going to happen mid turn, your legs unclasp from his waist before he breaks the kiss.
"Sit on my face." He demands.
You're worried you're going to crush him if you actually sit fully, so you hesitantly get on your knees and hover over his face, watching for a change of expression. Seeing none, you slowly lower yourself.
"What part of sit on my face don't you get?" Dr Ratio tuts. "Sit. On. My. Face."
Swallowing a nervous lump, you decide to take the risk and follow his command. Upon finally making contact with him, his hands fly up to stop you from easing off as he inhales sharply, making eye contact with you as he begins to hone in on your clit. His tongue was working wonders, but so we're his lips and hands. The reassuring smoothing, the way his lips seemed to be caressing you as his tongue was attacking your bud.
You can't help but gasp, impressed at how quickly he found your sensitive spot. You look up at the ceiling for a moment, only to get smacked on your backside prompting you to continue looking at the man below you. He sucks in harshly, warning you not to do that again as he continues his meal.
All this time, you have no idea where to place your hands. They were on the bed, propping you up, but you were worried about him missing out. You can't locate where exactly his cock is behind you, and he's locked you in place demanding you to keep looking at his eyes as he delves into your heat.
You hear him groaning, and you try to ease off your weight in fear of him getting hurt from you putting your weight onto him like a chair only for him to grip into your sides, holding you in place as you hear him growling into your cunt before you feel the bed shaking, followed by a string of cum shooting up and onto your shoulder.
He's noticed you haven't yet him, so he closes his eyes to focus completely on treating your bud to completion. At one point, you feel his tongue dipping into your entrance several times to get a proper taste of what is to come as he hums to himself, enjoying the taste before finally giving your clit the last loving stroke it needed, you cumming into his mouth and hearing the slurping sounds beneath you. He turns you onto your back, slowly getting up before giving both sides of your knee thighs a few light kisses before he gets up to kiss you on the lips.
"I hope you're ready for a proper pounding. I've heard from your boyfriend he hasn't got the strength to do so." Dr Ratio smirks, rubbing his cock before lining himself up against your folds. Reading your folds, he doesn't go in fully.
You know what he's wanting, and you do want it, but you want him to really drag it out.
"What's wrong, princess? Worried I'm going to wreck you?" He pouts, the tip of his cock kissing your clit earning a light gasp. "I'm going to make you see stars."
You can't help the way your eyes react, clearly indicating you strongly desire that. He gives you one more long kiss, pulling away as he enters you slowly but fully.
By the time he's in, he's looking for you to adjust and give him permission to continue. You lick your lips, nodding enthusiastically to tell him to get going.
Wasting no time, he goes straight to deep and slow thrusts. Giving slow circles to your clit, he looks at you to gauge your reaction. You're pouting, wanting him to go faster and harder. He was wanting to make sure you weren't too delicate, so he begins to add in more rough thrusts, the rough thrusts really hitting a good spot in you even when your clit wasn't getting any attention.
So, he makes the decision to grab your hips and slam you into him, controling how harsh and deep the thrusts are just that much more. You can't stop your eyes from rolling back, mouth agape with praises for the doctor that's thrusting so deliciously into you.
Dr Ratio knew to keep this up. He wanted you to cum first, and it was clear you loved to be manhandled by him.
"What a dirty whore. Aventurine should be doing more to your holes, he hasn't broken you in yet." He experiments with wording, you reply with a meek 'yes doctor'. "Such a slut, letting another man fuck you so hard and nice."
"I-I- you're fucking - my boyfr- my boyfrien- ah!" you give up on words, tears welling in your eyes. "I'm so-close!"
"Good sluts beg for a release." Dr Ratio sighs, continuing his thrusts but still hiding his full strength. "Be a good bitch and beg for a happy ending."
"Please, doctor! Please let me cum!" You plead, tears freely rolling down your cheeks as you're so close. "I'll be a good bitch, please let me-"
He cuts you off, holding you fully onto him as he thrusts upwards harshly and erratically, he feels your walls spasming around his cock, but he keeps thrusting, slowing down to ride your high before he feels his cock about to erupt. Mouth still agape, you seem to know what he's about to do as you stick your tongue out. Pulling out, he has but a few seconds to aim for your mouth as you close your mouth around his tip, swallowing every drop greedily.
"Such a good slut for me." Dr Ratio praises, but before he can pull out you wrestle him down with your arms, showing as much of his cock down your throat as you can.
Cock hungry, you swallow around his length in an attempt to milk his cock of every single drop you could. It's Dr Ratios turn to let out whimpers, grasping at the sheets as you savour his cock for a few more minutes before he gets fully flaccid. One more sick, and you finally get off his cock with a vocal pop.
Now exhausted, you're both wrapping your arms around each other, neither of you aware that Aventurine had sneaked in when you started sitting on Dr Ratios face.
(Also not proofread, idk I'm illiterate or sumthin and I wrote this on the whim)
Listening to those Dr. Ratio Asmrs hit different when studying...like omg.
His voice is so hella deep and accentuated in such a good way...
I mean it's either him or Alhaitham that I AM WILLING TO take EVERYDAY.
Imagine you're just struggling with your assignments and he would literally thrusts into you like–
Every. thrusts Single. Time. You. thrusts Get. It. thrusts Wrong.
<3 Let me cook
Dr. Ratio would be the type to purposely scolds you by whispering into your ear, tickling your inner core. Giving low grunts every once in awhile and soft tchs as you erase.
Again.
And Again.
And Again.
In frustration, your brows furrow, residue scattering all over the desk.
"Enough with the eraser. How can you be so utterly stupid to not understand such simple equations?"
(Basic math yup...totally)
You continued scribbling the numbers until your grip slip, leaving a thin yet disturbing streak across the problem you just finished. You forced out a soft sigh as you instinctively started to eras-
He snaps.
Grabbing your wrist and restraining you to bend over the harsh wooden surface, feeling his warmth succumb you from behind.
A hot breath grazing your neck, forcing your ears to hue red //// !?
"Must I make a mess out of your little cunt too? Since you're bound to casually make my office a horrendous mess, allow me to indulge in ruining your insides too."
"Perhaps that will teach you, yeah?"
You really are a good student no doubt. But he can't help but to enjoy seeing you struggle.
"Just to be clear, are we doing this for fun, or is this an actual experiment you're working on," you ask lazily as you watch Ratio carefully measure the liquid aphrodisiac into two mugs of tea.
"Because if we're both taking it, notes are probably gonna be.... hard."
You leer at him as you make the pun, and he rolls his eyes hard. You can see the small smile tugging at his lips, though, so you're calling that a win.
"You'll drink it first, and I'll note the progress of how it effects you. If all goes well, I'll join you."
He's using his professor voice, that one that comes out whenever he meets someone who actually listens and enjoys it when he ends up info dumping. He's excited about this, and it's endearing as hell.
You slowly pad across the kitchen to where he stands, making sure he's not measuring anything before you lean against his back, wrapping your arms around his waist.
"You should record us," you tell him, smiling when you feel his movements stutter. "You know. For science."
He actually snorts, his voice deadpan as he snarks back. "Ah yes, for science. No other reason." He pauses, tilting his head slightly as he watches the mugs for some kind of reaction. "It's a good idea. Go set it up."
You grin, perking up at the approval despite yourself. Time to go find that fancy camera you bought on Penacony.
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It burns.
You thought, because of it's nature as an aphrodisiac, it would start slow. Maybe creep into a heat. But this? Fuck. It's like standing too close to a fire, like skin raw and blistering, like breathing being hard because of the heat.
There's a hand on your back, blessedly cool, and then Veritas is lifting your head up with a hand under your chin. You make a helpless, pained sound as you lean into him, into the cold. Everything hurts, until it doesn't.
All at once, the heat and pain vanishes, leaving you a panting mess in Ratio's arms. He pushes your sweaty hair out of your eyes, checking yours with visible concern.
"Zero out of ten, can't recommend so far," you rasp, trailing off into a small giggle. Ratio rolls his eyes, but you can feel the way his body finally relaxes. For a man who wears masks (the literal plaster head, the metaphorical professor) he wears his emotions on his sleeve. Relief pours off of him, and you bask in it.
"You were in pain," he states, his brows furrowed as he examines you. "That... was not supposed to happen."
You laugh, falling forward and resting your forehead against his shoulder. He lets you rest, wrapping one arm around you while he uses his free hand to write. Such a nerd. You adore him.
You're starting to feel warm again, but it's a good warm. Napping in the sun and listening to Veritas record lectures, indulging in hot chocolate on a cold day, a purring cat sleeping in your arms.
You barely notice that you've pressed your face against his neck, inhaling his scent and absently rocking your hips. You feel him pause, then his fingers are in your hair and you melt.
"Seem like it worked after all," he murmurs, pulling you fully into his lap. You shudder at the touch, sighing softly at the pleasant tingles it sends up your spine. His hand is on your cheek again, pulling your head up to let him examine you with a small frown.
You pout at his frown, clumsily leaning up to kiss him. He huffs a little at being interrupted but kisses back all the same. His hand slides into your hair and you shudder again. Your cheeks are flushed hot and you squirm in his lap until you can straddle him.
"This is an abnormal reaction," he murmurs against your jaw, his hands settling on your hips. You give him a lazy hum in acknowledgement, nuzzling into his neck.
"How d'you know?" You mumble, distracted by mouthing at his skin. He huffs again, tugging gently at your hair.
"...I read the test notes," he admits. Then, after a beat, "...And the reviews."
You laugh as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling back so you can kiss him. He hums into the kiss, making you smile and catch his lip between your teeth as you pull away.
"My tongue kinda tingles, so maybe an allergic reaction," you offer, and he reaches over to his notebook to make a note of that. "Are you gonna drink yours?"
"Maybe," he hums, experimentally grinding his hips up against yours and raising an eyebrow when you squeak and melt. He slips his hands under your shirt and you gasp at the sensitivity of your skin.
His eyes glint with interest, his hands wandering up to thumb over your nipples, and you jolt in his lap with a needy moan. You both pause, processing the reaction, and then Ratio's gaze turns hungry.
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You can't think.
You sob as Ratio circles your clit mercilessly, working you quickly towards yet another orgasm. You've lost count of how many it's been, the pleasure blending together.
Behind you, Ratio grunts as he ruts into you, long having taken his portion of the aphrodisiac. Your elbows gave out what feels like ages ago, your face presses into the sheets as your boyfriend holds up your hips.
You're nearly dizzy with how flushed you feel, your face so hot it burns, your grip on the sheets weak. All you can do is moan and whimper, sobbing Ratio's name as he forces another orgasm from you.
Cum drips down your thighs, his and yours mixing into a lewd mess, and your pussy is sore and swollen, but you can't stop. You need it, need more. You don't know how many times he's come inside you, thoughts of your birth control far away, all you can think of being how your boyfriend is breeding you.
Your eyes flutter, and then you're waking up on your back, Ratio mouthing at your neck, licking and biting marks where everyone can see them. He's not moving inside you, his cock so deep inside you that you could swear you feel him in your cervix.
You whine wordlessly, turning your head to silently beg for a kiss. Ratio meets you halfway there, practically devouring you between moans. His fingers find your clit again and your vision goes black as your eyes roll.
You wake up lying on your side, Ratio curled around you from behind. His face is pressed against your neck, just breathing in your scent, as he slowly rocks into you. You whine weakly, a wave of pleasure washing over you and sending your eyes fluttering shut.
When you wake up again, your body hurts. You're sore all over, but you're clean, and the sheets you're laying in are clean too. Veritas lays next to you in the bed, just far enough to give you space, writing in a notebook.
He's nude, and absolutely covered in marks. You imagine you don't look much better, though, and when you glance down under the sheets your thighs are covered in bites and finger shaped bruises. It's satisfying as hell, and you can't help but preen a little.
Veritas looks over and you give him a tired smile. He tilts his head and you reach out, making a grabby hand and feeling victorious as he laughs and moves over to kiss you.
"So," you begin, relaxing into the sheets. "I'm not sure about taking it myself again, but as far as allergic reactions go, this one was pretty fun."
Veritas laughs, dropping on top of you and laying there like a weighted blanket. After a moment or two, he murmurs, "I don't want to see you in pain again, but... I'd take it myself, again."
You hum, pleased, and reach up to run your fingers through his hair.
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