#sub dr ratio

[plaguechyld]

Your hands are pressing his to the mattress so possessively...

It's sinful how loud he moans when you stop him from grabbing onto you, pinning his scrambling and twitching hands to the soft sheets of the bed he was being fucked so mercilessly on.

"Pl- Pleasheee!~" he cries out for you and calls your name soon after. His voice is broken, desperate and a clear representation of his debauched self.

The many hours he had spent under your body, receiving the mind breaking pleasure that you had to offer him had already turned his pretty little head to mush.

Oh, but he should've known better, right? Known better than to flirt with that whore at the bar. But he just couldn't get enough of your jealously filled roughness. It was truly divine, pushing his body well past its limits.

"Hic- 'm SORRY!!~♡ Re-really am- HNGH~" his voice is breaking, it's pitch is so high and whiny as he pleads for a break, for you to slow down. But he knows he doesn't really want that, he wants to be fucked brainless, turned into a stupid little slut, your stupid little slut.

Your thrusts continued their harsh pace, bullying your darling's hole just right. You kept hitting the poor thing's bruised and throbbing prostate, driving him to orgasm for the nth time that night. But.. did you give him permission? No, you didn't.

"Wuh-wait! No 'm sorry- pleashe forgive m-me! AHN!-" his little babbling apology is cut short by yet another hard thrust and another mean bite to his already tender neck. He's biting his lip as you squeeze his pretty hands tighter and pin his body down with an even firmer grip.

No matter how much the pretty thing pleads for you to stop he never uses his safe-word, only screaming out your name like its going to make you forgive him. Well.. you already have forgiven him, but were you going to pass up the opportunity to have your baby crying and begging? No, you weren't. So he's just going to have to take it for a while longer.. ♡

KAEYA, CHILDE, dottore, kaveh, boothill, DOUMA, sunday, DAZAI, NIKOLAI, zhongli, HAWKS, wriothesley, alhaitham, dabi, dan heng, jing yuan, AVENTURINE, dr. ratio, your favs...

[livelaughlovesubs]

hello! do you write for ratio? if yes, I would like to request for Ratio + the beg prompt from the event.

Thank you in advance, have a nice day.

Ratio and begging? That’d be such a treat hehe.

Dom!reader x sub!Ratio

Warning: teasing, degradation (a little only), begging, flustered veritas~

Anniversary event

Dr. Veritas Ratio was a smart man. In fact, he’s borderline a genius. At least that’s how he’s known to the outside world, and how he’s described in various papers. When you two were alone, you’d always call him—

You leaned back against your work desk, hands flat on the wooden surface as you held yourself up. The room wasn’t special in any sense, the only eye catching thing had to your visitor, who was currently disturbing your work. Veritas groaned in annoyance, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, crossing his arms before his chest. He shoot a rather serious glare at you, before squeezing the bridge of his nose and mumbling, “listen, I won’t repeat myself, I just-”

“I don’t think you can give me that attitude when you barged into my office.” You scoffed, tapping the table with your index finger impatiently. “Now try again.” The male frowned a little, then sighed, “I want to know when you get off work today..” he trailed off, gaze fixating on the decoration around the room, as if he didn’t want to meet your eyes.

Such a weird person, he’s intentions are so easy to read, yet his actions don’t match up. Does he himself doesn’t know what he wants? “Why do you want to know?” He blinked, staring back at you now. With some dreadfully obvious hesitation, he answered, “if you don’t want to tell me, it’s fine.”

Yes, he knew he was acting like a fool, and that his reasonings didn’t make any sense. It was so different from his usual self. Can’t you take some pity on him and stop looking at him with these judging eyes? “Why don’t you make up your mind first before coming here, doctor.” You said, getting up from the furniture and taking a few steps forward, until you were inches away from him. There, you leaned forward, and he instinctively back up as you basically insulted him, “after all, only an idiot speaks before thinking.”

“I did make up my mind.” he snarled, the blush on his cheeks deepening at the closeness. Yet the expression on his face was more like a grimace, as if he’d seen a bug. “So? What do you want, doc?” You wondered, even though you knew the answer, and he knew that you’ve seen right through him as well. “I want us to meet later—”

“no.” You cut him off suddenly, reaching one hand out to tug his hair behind his ear, cupping his cheek. “Not that. What you want us to do once we meet. Gosh, I thought you could read between the lines.” The words you uttered were clearly mocking, but he wasn’t offended, all he did was furrow his brows as a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead. All this was ridiculous, he blamed it all on that swaying, stubborn heart of his. The reason why he’s here in the first place.

Veritas clasped one hand over yours, as if worried you might pull away and leave, and he whispered, “I want you to… do that to me, again.” You hummed, teasing him, “what is it again? I don’t remember~” in response to your playful comment, he squeezed your hand, glaring at you with gritted teeth and a flushed face. Was that too much for his poor pride? Right, he was a sensitive man, you had to take it slow with him.

“Fine, I won’t tease. But if you want something, veritas, shouldn’t you ask nicely?” You tried to not smirk at him, though you weren’t sure if your body cooperated. He didn’t reply for a while, his free hand clenched into a fist before he tried again, “will you do that with me again? Err.. please?” Definitely nicer than he usually is. This boy really has such a foul mouth. “I’m not sure I have time today.” You acted as if you were deep in thought, thinking hard about it.

At least this time, he knew the implications behind it, you weren’t satisfied with him. This time, he was the one who closed the distance between you two, your noses almost touched as he asked with an expression anyone else would mistake as anger, “can you please, uhm.. please hold me like last time?” He was almost shaking with humiliation and embarrassment, why did he have to be this unsightly whenever he was in your presence?

You smiled, still not agreeing to his request. “I beg of you…?” Ratio pondered if these words would work, he wasn’t used to asking others for favours in this manner. One because he never thought it’d work, and two, most of the time he only did business transactions where both sides would get mutual benefits. When he sah the corners of your lips twitch, he was sure of it, this shameful display actually worked.

“See? It wasn’t that hard.” You stroked his hair, eating up that delicious expression spread across his features. It’s not everyday you get to see him like this. “You could have saved so much time if only you did this from the beginning.” He opened his mouth, probably about to argue. Now that he got you to agree, you can’t take it back anymore anyway, so he didn’t have to act all pliant anymore.

But you beat him to it, grabbing his collar and yanking on it, whispering with pure amusement, “—such a dumb little puppy.”

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

dr ratio seems like the type to piss you off just to make you manhandle him and have your way with him, after all he'd rather die than admit he fantasizes about you fucking him until he's nothing but a dumb little slut <3

dr ratio is a haughty, know-it-all asshole that sees himself as above these carnal desires. he's far better than the idiots who throw themselves into meaningless relationships just because of a few sloppy orgasms and getting inebriated on dopamine, endorphins, and oxytocin. he prattled on and on about the idiocracy of those around him, and you're his new favorite target, it seems. everything you do, he finds a new way to patronize and look down upon you for doing it "incorrectly" as he put it. even if you solved a math formula with a different method but ultimately got the correct answer, he'd snottily chastise you—it was unfair, he never did this to anybody else but you! it isn't until dr ratio corners you in an unused room, that you decide he needs to learn to stay in his lane and shut his mouth for once.

"don't—hic—i-i can't take—" he stops babbling when you push yourself further into his ass, mouth hung open in a silent scream as you continue to press his oversensitive walls in all the right ways. enough to snap dr ratio from his stupefied daze to suck in a sharp intake of air and start moaning like a dumb little slut. he's loud, moans rising in their pitch—nearly to the degree where you knew he was getting off being manhandled like some cheap toy. with a hand tangled in his soft locks and pulling hard—he cries louder when you do that and wiggles his hips in that cute needy way. his head's spinning, but it feels so good. he's being utterly violated by you like a whore, but it feels so incredible. he shrieks when he feels the stinging slap of your palm against his bouncing ass, and even more blood somehow rushes to his dick. he's losing his fucking mind right now, the nerve of you—! "you, i-i'll get yo—oh! right there, right thererightthererightthere..!♡" dr ratio feels his soul leaving his body as he cums with a loud shriek of your name, thick load being shot out so fast that the aftershocks feel painful. he can't think, he can't think about anything at all. he can only think about the thick weight of you inside his walls, and that he needs to fucked until he's a dumb little slut. just, just one more round wouldn't hurt...♡

[bloodfiendarling]

𝓫𝓪𝓭 𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓪 𝓫𝓪𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽

pair — rich student!reader x lecturer!ratio

wc — ~600

contains — dom reader, sub character, cock can be seen as a strap, written with mtf reader in mind, porn with little plot, college au, blowjobs (reader receiving), teacher x student (both adults), blackmailing, dubcon, power imbalance, picture taking

i cant get him out of my head all week .. oh my god . i need a hot lecturer to suck me off bad .. euhg ... gomen ... ive been staring at pics of him .. and now i cant sleep because of him . ratiosama , youre so pretty .. please let me hit . pleas eplease please please plea

you flip through the pages lazily, looking bored out of your mind. the book you were reading.. agh, how boring. you couldn’t understand why ratio found it so interesting. and ah — seems like you found the page he left himself off on.

“so,” you used your leg to push against your professor’s head, making him choke a little before adjusting. as soon as your leg relaxed ratio finally slipped your cock out of his mouth, coughing — you made sure he didn’t move an inch. “what’s so interesting about this book, anyway?”

he stayed quiet at the question. not a talker, huh?

well, you understood his reasons. he’s been failing you for so-called incompetence. purposely screwing you over just because he didn’t like you.. well — at least you managed to get him into his position. choking on your cock in your dorm of all places. maybe not having roommates was a good idea.

all because you had some suggestive pictures of him you got.. with your own ways. not like it mattered how. “sooo, ratio..” placing the book down beside you on the couch, you lean down and grab onto his face, forcing those reddish-pink eyes into a death glare. “you gonna improve my grades or what?”

he just looked at you with that same, pissed off face. the one you’d see whenever you passed him by the hallways. yeah, he really wasn’t a talker. hah.

you sighed, waving your phone at him — showing off those pictures again. you swore you saw his eye twitch. “you want me to spread this, or, like —”

you turned your phone around, adjusting it onto his face — making sure the position was clear as day. dr. veritas ratio, between someone’s, no, his student’s legs to take cock like a good boy. it was almost amusing.

“what are y—” he almost wanted to lash out. but he knew better — not only was his entire career in your hands with just a few pictures, but you had daddy’s influence. you could most definitely ruin his life even more. only blackmailing him was probably a relief with what you could be doing to him. “you gonna comply or not?”

he nods — rather reluctantly. it felt horrible to obey. he wanted to do at least something to somehow defend himself, but it’s not like he can. “so be a good boy, will you, veritas?” prying open his mouth with one hand, the other was tangled onto his dark, purple hair, positioning it better so he could suck you off.

“you pissed me off, you m’gonna make you do more, yeah?”

with those words, you forced him to bottom out on your cock. he choked and coughed — but god did his throat feel good. you could see those pretty eyes rolling back with his brows furrowed, both hands on your thighs to push himself off only for you to get rougher.

you guided his head, bobbing it up and down your dick. even if you could tell he was inexperienced with his mouth — damn it still felt nice. that soft tongue of his swirling around your cock, messily coating it with his saliva. after you’ve gotten a good pace on him, he started doing it on his own accord. it felt kinda nice to be forcing him down your length, but this is fine.

finally — he was able to spit out your cock — coughing again. “aghck– hnnng..♡” suddenly, he looked like he was the one trying to seduce you. looking up with those eyes, drool running down his chin with his tongue lolled out like a pathetic little doggy. you didn’t know — nor care, if it was intentional or not — you could not just pass this opportunity and not snap a pic. was this a prestigious lecturer or a slut? you almost couldn’t tell.

oh you’re sure you’ll be seeing him like this more often.

hsr masterlist ♥︎

[yanderefarm]

i have had this in my brain for ages and i needed to get it out

cw;; DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, noncon, drugging, omegaverse, bitching, dysphoria, cervix penetration, breeding kink, knotting

alpha dr ratio out on a mission getting kidnapped by some smugglers and eventually he ends up sold to your ship where you're in charge. he's brought to you and you decide he's cute and his big chest is too sexy to be wasted on an alpha.

you drug him every day slowly changing his body into an omega but the process can only really be completed by being bred like an omega bitch. veritas is constantly kept in heat his body aching and craving your cock but he's stubborn. he's so certain he'll be saved any day now. you know full well the IPC is never coming but you'll let the horror of that dawn on him.

its months of painful heats in a body that feels wrong and disgusting. months of what feels like torture as he's fed just enough to survive. months of you coming to see him and ask him every time if he wants to submit yet. all he needs to do is agree to become your omega wife and you'll take care of the rest. he still resists but you can see in his eyes that everything is breaking him.

one day he wakes up no longer in his cell. he's in a warm bed of silks, soft fabrics and a sweet smell make him feel like he might be free. maybe he's been saved. and then the heat starts to get more painful than ever. his formerly alpha body is craving an actual alpha, he needs it so badly. he's shaking as his fingers start to reach for his slit. and then you come in the door, your scent strong. the horror that he's not free can't even get to him he's more glad to see an alpha.

its like he can't control his body anymore. he picks himself up and presents to you. his voice doesn't sound like himself as he asks needily "alpha please."

you're so pleased with the sight. your thumb spreads his slit as you grab his ass. "omega, will you become my wife?" you ask for the 100th time.

veritas can't think about it anymore, you're so close to his cunt and his body is screaming to be bred. his stomach hurts with how empty and needy he is. "yes, yes, yes, alpha please. please make it stop. please-"

you have your answer. now you're going to enjoy using the bitch's new cunt and flooding his virgin womb. and veritas enjoys it too. he's so happy when your tip pushes into his virgin hole. he's even happier when you start slamming into him, oh yes it hurts but the pain is relief from the constant pressure of the heat. his cunt squirts when your cock knocks against his cervix.

you're not gentle with him at all. you've been waiting to break him in for so long and he's so tight and warm. when your thick cock hits his cervix you realize that you can fuck his womb directly. oh yeah he screams and cries and tells you it hurts but that just turns you on even more as your cock bullies his tight cervix. you slam into him, your tip pressing into his cervix until finally it gives. another few inches and your knot is pressing against his cunt. at this point your cute little bitched omega is absolutely sobbing in pain and pleasure, his sloppy cunt leaking down his thighs.

"you're mine." you whisper in his ear.

you pull your hips back slightly, your teeth lining up with his little bitch scent gland. you slam your hips down as you sink your teeth into him. your knot and fangs marking the pretty bitch as yours so thoroughly his body is forced to accept that it's an omega now. he's fully an omega and his bulging stomach is being pumped full of cum as your thick ropes saved up over months flood his womb. it'd be a surprise if he didn't get pregnant.

after you're done you'll go to sleep painfully buried in your cute bitch wife while veritas is left to sob and grapple with his body forcefully changed against his will and stretched past reason to accommodate you. he'll learn to be happy though.

[vowheavypiety]

𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖲𝖤𝖠𝖱 𝖮𝖥 𝖥𝖫𝖤𝖲𝖧 𝖨𝖲 𝖬𝖮𝖲𝖳 𝖯𝖫𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖠𝖭𝖳 𝖶𝖨𝖳𝖧 𝖸𝖮𝖴

You decide that your darling husband has been overworking himself too much, thus you decide to plot a whole day's worth of trouble for your lovely scholar.

—🎕 wc ; 2.2k

—🎕 CW ; Middle-aged ratio, transmasc ratio, written with both ratio and reader as old, but imagine what you want, nipple sucking, pussy spanking, fingering with gloves on, incorrect use of glove(used as a plug I suppose), semi-public sex, office sex, praise, sadist reader, hickeys on the top surgery scars(ratio receiving), edging(ratio receiving), breeding(attempt at your own discretion considering this economy), slight dacryphilia (if you squint), dumbification, temperature play(brief mention)No gendered pronouns used for reader and can be read with a strap in mind, no beta we die like real men, writer is asexual, English is not my first language and ion mean that as a flex in grammar meaning this might be cooked. If I missed any, do tell.

—🎕 my first post is fucking smut I'm so fucking cooked bro like not even a hello?? I digress; this is best read with Southbound by Artemas in the background

Veritas Ratio was a smart man; most would consider him a paragon of intellect. He was an erudite scholar known for his knowledge in broad subjects, seeking to spread knowledge to the vast galaxies. So why was it that he was so easily dumbed down?

"Professor, Good evening," You spoke, a slight fondness in your tone, "Something the matter?"

As if you haven't been taunting him for hours. Like you weren't turning the already grey strands at the root of his scalp even whiter.

You've been taunting him for what felt like 5 system hours; A hard grip on his waist, nails digging into his waist here and there, kissing him a little too eagerly in some empty hall when his seminar concluded, and at the peak of your audacity, even pressed your thighs between his legs and pinched at his chest a few times with far too cold hands to be accidental under the pretense of 'Helping relieve stress'. Veritas was well-versed in these games you'd play. At the start, you'd go slow, pacing yourself so that by the end of it, he'd be furious, nerves lit on fire and more bothered than he'd like to admit. You knew to only tease when you were sure no one was there. Honestly, his age has gotten to him and made him far too lenient on fools who run on the dopamine rushes of sex. He was far too lenient on himself and seemed to mimic the behaviour of the individual stated, unknowingly becoming one himself.

"You know what you're doing." Veritas spat, a soft grimace though you knew it was not only light-hearted, and from the looks of the slight tremors of his hands, he was eager. Years of trained composure were lost to searing passion, simmering and boiling for hours, creating a complex flavour of confusion, irritation, and hesitant arousal. "Enlighten me."

So many years spent together, yet you get on his nerves all the same.

Veritas furrowed his brows further before pulling you close, reliving the same song and dance from earlier today and his past experiences with you. Sinking his teeth onto your lips as if you wouldn't bite back once he grew confident, a dance of who gets to outsmart the other was always how you both liked to play things to the point where even a simple kiss turned into teeth and tongue, legs between one another and to a fault, you both dumbed each other down to a level where compared to your everyday selves, would be an insult.

It didn't take long for you to win this game, as at this point, Veritas was too filled with need and eagerness to fight back, but that didn't mean he bit back his arguments any less. "Professor, such a shameless sight. Thighs spread on your co-worker's lap. Don't you have a reputation to preserve?" You'd taunt him as if that'd fluster him when all you've done all day is test his patience.

"For such an established man, you talk just as much as those who are all bark and no bite." He'd return, and that was your cue to stop talking. The formerly idle and gloved fingers dipping betwixt his thighs, trousers long forgotten in some part of your office and one leg held up by your other hand to give you easy access but even then, he was flexible but you can only do so much yourself when you're nearing your fifties. The soft fabric of those gloves of yours easily sinks in with an embarrassingly loud slick sound, soon joined by another finger due to how eager your husband has been. Cooing soft praises into his ear while you stretched him out, perfect cunt responding so well to whispered words into his ear that the scientific part of you sparked the greed of testing waters. Toying with certain keywords, kissing his reddened ear, and studying the reactions as though he was the perfect little toy. While you've done this many times before it's still a wonderful experience slowly coaxing surrender from your beloved Doctor that you can't help but try to make it a game for yourself, how loud can you make him whine, how wet can you get him without letting him cum, all of it.

It didn't take long for your deft fingers to get him to teeter on the edge, and it took even less time to notice his ticks. Reminiscent of the ticks of a countdown timer, for every second passed, a sharp click would sound; for every second inching closer to his release, his muscles would tense up, his thighs would shake a little more, and he braced himself to finish.

Unfortunately, you had other plans, and you swiftly pulled your fingers out despite knowing the consequences of your actions, potentially leading to an irritated husband in the morning if you fail to fulfil his expectations for such insolence.

"I apologise, my dear." You lied, and you weren't sorry for anything. You enjoyed breaking your husband, thoroughly. "The lights will shut off in a few minutes. Would you mind a relocation? Perhaps... somewhere well suited for this?" You asked, feigning a sweet tone and when you heard the soft grinding of your husband's teeth and the opening of his mouth that'd likely release a few whines at best and less than pleasant words at worst. Before your husband could hurl curses on you, he felt a sharp sting. His watery eyes had more wetness from the hot pain, while he could only uselessly let out a strained moan as he was in the middle of a rebut.

You softly massaged his clit, giving the area a bit of respite before landing a couple more hits while you circled the soft bud in between. "Try again," you ordered. "Y-Yes. It's alright." Your husband spoke, adopting a more docile response due to his mind still reeling from the mix of pain and pleasure.

"Good boy, so good to me, only me." You cooed whilst slowly switching places, letting him sit on your desk while you took your stained gloves. The pristine white had now turned greyish and slightly see-through. But that didn't matter; you didn't need to dispose of it now when you had the perfect place to hide the evidence of your passion. "Shhh, my love, my love, settle down. Don't finish just yet." You insisted as you slowly stuffed the satin gloves inside, keeping your beloved Doctor full and warm. At the same time, you licked the excess off, the slick wetness on your tongue to savour the fruits of your labour tasted ever sweeter. At the same time, you watched the expression of your beloved while he panted and tried to desperately look presentable enough to walk out.

Hc start | Time skip start

His chest is super sensitive. Like if you have cold hands, he'd come so fast. Like the added sensation of cold and if you were feeling nice and sucked and bit on his nipples he'd start whining from how sensitive the temp shifts are. If you don't have cold hands, dip them in ice water and rub your fingers softly onto his nipples, then when you mouth on them with your warm mouth, he'd go crazy.

Speaking of temp play, he'd likely be really sensitive, even tho he's at the age of mid-life crises. He'd love it if you used cold fingers to scissor him open, the contrast of his warmth and your cold hands and possibly your cold tongue on his clit would drive him so insane, poor thing.

Hc end | Time skip end

By the time you both got into your shared spaceship, you both couldn't keep your hands away from each other. Depravity in the way you both could hardly walk without caressing the other and dragging both of your feet. You two could be mistaken for drunks from how poorly you two could keep your balance.

Soon enough, you two arrived in your bedroom, a brief moment of separation from your kiss to shed your clothes, most of it anyway. Veritas had removed his slacks and anything that could prevent your access to his entirety and only left his button up on.

After you laid your husband onto the bed, without even bothering to remove your clothes. You spread his legs, reverence in the way you slowly removed the soaked satin from his noisy cunt before immediately placing kisses on his inner thighs, allowing a small moment of respite that was surely appreciated.

When you received the go-ahead and the proper safety precautions were set in place you finally latched your mouth onto your lover's clit, mouthing expertly on the bud while your ungloved hand, the same one you used to torture him earlier, stuffed him full again earning a more free sound. Inhibitions now long forgotten Veritas freely expressed himself, calloused hands, dry from years of sterilisation and soap now sit clammy on your head, gripping so tightly and lifting his own slightly to grind into your mouth, you allowed him to take control of this, getting off on his own pace as a reward for enduring the walk from your office to here.

You worship in the way you reciprocated Veritas' fervour, not letting a single drop go to waste when he finally came into your mouth, and you lapped it up like it was a gift from the Aeons, like a man in the desert with ambrosia. You switched your mouth for your fingers and vice versa, your mouth savouring the taste while your hands rubbed tight circles around the bud, prolonging the orgasm until your lover let go of your hair and you could properly rise.

Veritas had a fucked out expression, chest heaving so wonderfully and with a head tilted to the left. He could feel the faint pulse of his climax along with the beating of his heart, hammering against his ears from the adrenaline. He bonelessly reached out for you, kissing you and tasting himself on his tongue while you buried yourself deep inside of him, a slow pace despite the preparations made beforehand not to stimulate your beloved thoughtlessly. You instead allowed him to adjust while you parted from his lips and tenderly sucked on his chest, resting him for a bit without ceasing completely.

You nipped softly at the scars on his body; some were bites, teeth, and bruises from previous times spent loving each other, but the ones you paid special attention to were the ones you knew made Veritas cry out. You teethed on his top surgery scars, canines scratching tenderly against the healed flesh and making new hickeys on the scars, decorating it with your marks of affection like verbatim from how often you do this, how much you love this, how you both enjoy this.

Soft whines came from Veritas' lips, what was once a stern and cold professor now laid a boneless mess, mind-reeling from the pleasure, especially when you rubbed at the sensitive and delicately bruising skin, touching just a few inches shy from his nipples and slightly scratching your nails against his flesh, alternating between the pads of your pointer finger and the tip of your trimmed nails until you suddenly pinched and tweaked at the bud on his chest, the delightful squeeze only making his eyes watery and a slight grimace form on your darling professor's face.

You saw a sharp glare get shot in your direction, clearly Veritas' way of warning you to stop playing with him, but it certainly just felt like a far cry from the typical expression your beloved wore that made students nervous. No, you couldn't be afraid, not when you heard the soft whispers of his voice, when he panted, when you saw the way his blush extended to his ears and bridge of his Greek nose.

Situations like this reminded you how beautiful your husband was as if the very sight of his wasn't reminder enough; you thought how lucky you were, having someone who was equal parts the magnum opus and the begetter. It just solidified something for you; if Veritas was an art piece, his artist must have loved him dearly.

His breathing hitched when you began to move, tantalising with the slow pacing you rewarded(tortured) him. Lithe fingers expertly rubbing tight circles against his clit while providing a soft and slow pace, like tired mornings awoken so sinfully with desire and spent together a lazy and yet almost too stimulating pace that had him feeling like cotton stuffed his head and static filled his ears.

It wasn't long until the two of you were coming, hips stuttering. The loud sounds coming from Veritas were growing loud as desperate pleas along the lines of begging for more and not to stop fell from his lips like shrill whines. At the same time, you could only shush him, reassuring him you're not that cruel just yet until you both came, sticky fluids and a pleasing warmth grew in your husband's stomach, breeding him so well while his overworked head grew empty and hazy. At the same time, you continued soothing him while you rutted your hips, slowing down until you were just barely grinding and prolonging both of your orgasms.

—🎕 Hey chat, I don't really know how to end this, but I really hope you guys liked this, and I'm rlly lonely you guys should deff msg me>, <

[tra1nchi]

Hypnotizing while hes cumming idk?

Aaa I love this cuz I can use this for ANYTHING lololol

I've been on a total rant about Dr Ratio lately, idk if its cuz I've been looking at so many r34 comics of him but I need him hypnotised and bouncing on my dick eeepp

Hypnotised him while he's working,,he already wouldn't expect it so when your soothing voice starts to whisper in his ear,,he doesn't mind it probably expecting you to just be annoying or something

But he felt his mind start to drift away,, his head growing heavy as he slowly lets go off his pen,,Veritas couldn't think any longer and well,,he didn't want to,,why would anyone when you have the option of listening to a soothing voice everyday?

All he had to do was obey,,undressing for you,,allowing you to grope his tits (which jiggle this is canon i said so) and eventually impaling himself on your cock,,bouncing up and down so rhythmically he feels himself going deeper!!

Mindlessly slurring out that he's your good boy,,that he'd do anything to feel this relaxed everyday

When he finally cums,,his eyes roll back and he falls into the deepest trance ever,,it would feel so good for him to let his mind go,,no more stresses about aventurine or dumb people just pure bliss >□<

Now everyone is wondering why The Dr Ratio seems so calm lately or why he asked for a bigger chest window 🤭

[sxducexdxstroy]

Any headcanons/thoughts for giving Dr Ratio a prostate massage????? Fellow tiddie lover?????? :00000

Anon, you have amazing taste. Also yes i am in fact a titty lover, and i feel like my favorite characters reflect this LMAO.

As far as your question goes, i don’t think it’s something he’d ever ask for, but it would be something he’d enjoy when he’s particularly stressed, especially if you pair it with some overstimulation.

Start him off with a massage, making sure to pay extra attention to his tits. Cup them, squeeze them, knead them between your hands. Don’t forget to show his nipples some love, too. Pinch them, roll them, bite them or suck on them, anything to leave his nipples sore and him red faced, scolding you and telling you to hurry up between pleased whines.

Once you’re satisfied with that you can move on to the main event. Slick your fingers with some lube before slowly sinking one into him, wiggling it around a bit just to give him a moment to get used to it. Slowly pump your finger inside him, while ghosting your finger over his prostate just to tease him. At this point he’s going to get snarky and bratty, which makes it the perfect time to shut him up.

Now is the perfect time to insert a second finger, bend your fingers and press against his prostate, rubbing against it in small circles. Any bratty comment he was making is immediately cut off as he throws his head back with a whimper, reaching out to grip your arm. At this point, all your earlier teasing combined with the current onslaught of your fingers against his prostate has left his cock hard, dripping precum onto his stomach.

Grasp it with your free hand, swipe your thumb across the head to gather and smear his precum down the shaft to make the glide of your hand easier. Any semblance of his normal composure is gone- head thrown back, eyes closed, making sinful little noises with every stroke of your hand or press of your fingers, he’s the perfect picture of debauchery.

It won’t take much longer for him to cum, back arching with a high pitched whine. Give him a second to catch his breath before pressing your fingers up against his prostate again, rubbing incessantly against it. He’ll let out the most pathetic, lust filled whimpers, sounds he’d scoff at or deny ever making if he was in the right state of mind.

His legs twitch and jerk at every movement of your fingers inside him, a few tears escaping his eyes. you could stop if you wanted to, he could stop you if he wanted to. But he won’t, because he loves the overwhelming pleasure too much. It’s not often a man like him ever gets to stop thinking for a bit, and he’d be loathe to admit it but when all is said and done his head is clearer than when you started all this. So really what’s a bit of overstimulation if it means a bit of clarity for him afterwards? .