ᢉ𐭩 their sweet ways of caring for you… ft. multiple hsr men
warnings! none
a/n! here’s a lil hsr fluff for you guys bc you deserve the best n i’ve been slacking off lately LMAO this is super short but please enjoy <3
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mydeimos, who lets you borrow his hoodie or jacket, and pretends not to mind it but he does. whenever you and mydei go out and the air bites at your skin, you end up shivering and nudging him for his jacket. he always sighs, rolls his eyes, and drapes it over your shoulders like it’s the biggest inconvenience in the world, muttering something about how you’ll freeze him to death. but in truth, he finds it unbearably endearing—the way his jacket swallows you whole, sleeves dangling past your hands, the fabric hanging too loose on your frame. he never gets cold, not really, but he makes a point of always bringing a jacket, knowing full well you’ll ask for it before the night is through.
phainon, who brings your favorite snacks or drinks without you asking. you and phainon spend countless evenings curled up together watching movies, shows, or whatever series you stumble upon. and never once does he come empty-handed. there’s always something—a chocolate bar you fell in love with after trying once, a bag of chips he noticed you hoard by your bedside, or even the drink he originally bought for himself but quickly surrendered when you decided you liked it better. you never have to ask for anything; he remembers on his own. every time he goes out for groceries, he somehow returns with your favorite snacks and drinks tucked away in the bags, like it’s second nature to think of you before himself.
blade, who keeps an eye on you in crowded spaces, hand on your back to guide you through. crowded places have never sat well with blade—too many bodies, too much noise, too many unknown hands brushing past. but if you’re with him, he refuses to let you out of his sight. sure, he knows he could always find you, but he’d rather not take the risk. he keeps you close, a steady hand guiding you through the sea of people, his presence a shield against the chaos. if someone dares shove into you, blade doesn’t hesitate to shove back, muttering curses under his breath and throwing sharp, venomous glares at anyone bold enough to complain. all he wants is for you to walk without worry, to breathe without fear—because if you’re beside him, nothing else matters.
boothill, who pulls you closer if it’s cold or lightly adjusts your scarf or jacket. he can’t stand the sight of you shivering, not even for a second. boothill knows you get cold far too easily, so he’s made it his quiet mission to keep you warm. his arm finds its way around your shoulders, tugging you close against him as if he could shield you from the wind itself. he slips your hand into his own, tucking it into his pocket where his warmth can seep into your fingers. he even fusses over your scarf or jacket, adjusting it carefully until your throat and chest are properly covered, muttering little remarks under his breath like some overprotective grandmother. it isn’t dramatics—it’s simply that he cares. he doesn’t want you catching a chill, doesn’t want you sick. keeping you warm is his way of loving you.
dan heng, who always sends a “did you get home safe?” text after you leave. it doesn’t matter if dan heng himself walks you right up to your doorstep, waits until you’ve unlocked the door, and even hears the faint click of it shutting behind you—he’ll still text you later, did you get home safe? it’s never about doubting what he’s seen; it’s about reassurance, about that final confirmation that nothing slipped past him, that you’re truly where you should be. if there’s even the slightest chance of trouble, he’ll do anything to keep any unwanted eyes far from you, making sure the night is quiet and unbothered in your presence. you’ve grown used to his messages, those gentle check-ins, but the comfort they bring never fades. each one is proof that he won’t rest easy until he knows you’re safe—and only then can he allow himself to sleep.
sunday, who notices when you’re stressed and quietly helps. he can’t stand sitting back and watching you wear yourself down. sunday knows you’d rather not pile your worries onto him, that you try to handle everything alone, but he also knows the toll it takes. so he steps in quietly, never making a scene of it—carrying heavy bags before you can protest, running small errands you forgot about, taking care of chores without asking. to him, actions speak louder than words. if easing your burden means scrubbing through a mountain of dishes or cooking enough meals to fill the whole week, he’ll do it without hesitation. because for sunday, seeing you rest—truly rest—is worth more than anything else.
dr. ratio, who listens—like really listens—and remembers things you said weeks ago. you’d think veritas would be too absorbed in his papers, calculations, and endless research to care about your rambling, but he never misses a word. while his quill scratches against parchment or his eyes skim numbers, he’s quietly memorizing every detail of your day. later, he’ll bring them up when you’ve forgotten, reminding you of things you didn’t even realize you mentioned. when you’re uncertain, he offers measured advice, subtle tips woven into his calm responses. he pretends he’s too busy, acts like his work is all-consuming—but the truth is, he’d rather hear your voice than drown in ink and numbers.
anaxa, who checks your expressions to know how you’re feeling, even if you don’t say it. he had always been unnervingly perceptive, able to peel people apart with a single glance—but with you, it was different. anaxa didn’t need your words, didn’t need you to stumble through half-explained feelings or hide behind excuses. he knew you too well, every subtle shift in your expression, every twitch of your brows, every falter in your voice. to him, you were an open book, one he’d studied so thoroughly that even your silence spoke volumes. it didn’t matter if you tried to mask it—he always knew exactly what you were feeling.
argenti, who makes sure you eat or drink water when you forget. argenti had always been unfailingly gentle with you. he was there through everything—steady, constant, a quiet anchor you could always lean on. whenever life piled too much on your shoulders and you lost track of your own needs, he was the one who’d softly remind you to eat, to drink, to pause and breathe. sometimes he’d even press a glass of water to your lips or hold a spoon for you himself, his touch light but insistent. in moments like those, you couldn’t help but think he was the kind of man anyone would be lucky to have—the kind of man you’d never thought you’d find.
aventurine, who memorizes the little things you like and surprises you with them. he had always been so considerate with you, never once forgetting your needs or wants. he’d put on your favorite song in the car without a second thought, humming along just to make you smile. he always ordered your favorite coffee without even needing to ask, remembering the exact way you liked it. he wore the cologne you adored because he knew it lingered on your clothes and comforted you even when he wasn’t around. aventurine’s memory was sharp, but when it came to you it felt like he noticed everything—the little things no one else ever did. and every time, you were left surprised by just how much he cared, how much space you seemed to take up in his thoughts without even trying.
✦ summary : hsr valentine's special! how your faves would go about spoiling you this holiday.
✦ content warnings : none, a lot of fluff. find your love language, and see which characters would do the best at giving you it! — part two 'what are their love languages' coming march 14th
WORDS OF AFFIRMATION
They've always held you in high regard. Their partner is wonderful in so many ways words alone can't explain. But they'll find a way to worship you with them anyways. A coy smile on their face or a heartfelt expression is what you'll see as they shower you with compliments and minute things you didn't know they kept track of.
ft. jade, anaxa, CIPHER, feixiao, WELT, sparkle, SUNDAY
PHYSICAL TOUCH
You thought they were physical before? Oh you haven't seen anything yet. Valentine's morning, and they'll have a hard time letting you go. Your Valentine's with them is filled with cuddles, holding and kissing at every moment. They've given you their heart, and they can only hope to be closer to yours.
ft. topaz, BOOTHILL, constance, FIREFLY, guinaifen, MYDEI, kafka, ARGENTI
GIVING GIFTS
That odd device you mentioned a month ago? Merch of characters you told them you liked? They'll find a way to get you it. And don't get them wrong, their presents are passionate. Handmade crafts, considerate keepsakes. They'll either surprise you by sheer quantity or quality. Each gift is a fraction of their heart.
ft. ruan mei, AVENTURINE, phainon, CYRENE, serval, sampo, DAN HENG
ACTS OF SERVICE
They spend the whole day doting on you. Like it's their life's purpose to make sure you're not stressed, hungry or unsatisfied. They'll make you breakfast, massage your neck, get you your favorite drink. There's no uncertainty that you'll be able to feel how much they care. This day is all about you, and they're determined to show how infallible their love is.
ft. veritas ratio, HIMEKO, jiaoqiu, MOZE, gallagher, ROBIN
QUALITY TIME
They wish they could have all the time in the world to stay right by your side. Forever is a thing that's hard to imagine. But they don't have to worry about that as long as you wake up and go to sleep together. Whatever date night they planned ends up soothing their heart because you're there with them, busy schedules aside, they'll make dedicated time for you
ft. ACHERON, aglaea, CASTORICE, march 7th, JING YUAN, blade
no matter what, your faves love you in just the right way you need.
𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚 i'll say a hundred and fourty times, | various hsr men x gender neutral reader reader
💌 — ; i think about you or something like that ! you remember your first date with your husband like it was yesterday, what exactly did they do to convince you that they were the one?
love mail — these vary in length cus bless my heart i js cant 💔 i picked the characters who are super popular on this account + mutuals faves so if urs isnt on here am sorry (ノ´Д｀)ノ posting this early hi i love u guys!!!! thank you for so much love and a platform to write as a other yr passes 4 me and i turn 17!!! this is actually so long im going BANANAS 🩷 proper post tmr ! (anaxa, mydei, phainon, caelus, dan heng, boothill, sampo, blade, ratio, jing yuan, gallagher, sunday in that order)
what anaxa had done to seal the deal was fairly simple; he asked for a second date. the professor had somewhat of a reputation, many saw him as a cold man, soulless when it comes to romance. but what you didn't know was that anaxa had been thinking about what to wear the night prior, something he saw as 'trivial' and 'not an important thing to consider'. or how your hand lingered a bit too long after he gave you your favorite coffee/tea/drink (his treat), little and seemingly insignificant details were becoming more and more important to him as the day of the date was building up, and he wasn't sure why.
it wasn't until after the long date—you grabbed his hand, told him that everything he arranged was perfect, and smiled at him so sweetly he was sure he'd wake up with a toothache. the gesture was unfamiliar yet not unwelcomed, it was then he realized that he didn't want to let this go, that he wanted this.. for the rest of his life.
and he got it <3 hooray!
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what intrigued you about mydei was his idea of masculinity. it wasn't toxic, you were VERY relieved at that... he was surprisingly a very gentle man despite his intimidating appearance! his first date being at his place was a bit off putting, but he just wanted to bake you a fresh batch of cookies. he's halfway through the process when you suddenly ask; "what's your favorite thing?" it seems you've brought the crown prince of kremnos into a bit of thought, as he thought long and hard of what to answer. "butterflies, i like butterflies. i don't remember if i've ever seen one before i escaped the river of souls. they're beautiful.. delicate, something i'll never really get to be."
the night goes on and you've gotten close enough to lean on his shoulders while you sit on the couch, enjoying a series in silence with a plate of warm cookies on the coffee table. the lack of conversation isn't awkward, rather welcomed, then it was interrupted by what has been probably the sweetest thing ever told to you. "you uh.. remind me of a butterfly. you possess beauty that is.. otherworldly to me, you're someone i've never seen before and i'd be honored if you.. gave me some more time to bask in your existence. let me be gifted with your ethereal charm."
100% spent the night cuddling together, made you laugh at how nervous mydei was to hold you since he didn't wanna mess up 🙏
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before real dates became a thing, phainon's FAAAVORITE excuse to spend one on one time with you was study dates. was there any actual studying going on? yes, but was phainon listening? absolutely not! how could he? not when you're trying your best to tutor him yet he still fails this one specific class (enrolled cause you were in it) despite your teaching.
you didn't mind the fact he kept coming to your door, he was your best friend before your 'student'. but it was getting to a point that if you explain a complicated concept one more time, only to see him staring at you and absolutely not listening you're about to pull his pretty blue hair off.
which you did tell him. hair ripping threat and all, and naturally the nameless hero—who dominates battlefields and comes out victorious, is quick to confess his true motive for these frequent visits to your dorm. he just likes looking at you when you're focused, passionately discussing your favorite topic from your favorite subject and he gets to be a part of that experience for you.
he wants to emphasize; he gets to be a PART of something greater that you're DEEPLY passionate about, and understand you more as a person. (when he should be understanding the class but wtv)
taking you out on a date-but-never-officially-called-that date as an apology, which worked in his favor. it turned out so good that you told him you wanted to go out again, which he was ecstatic about by the way!!! super gratful he almost failed that class if it meant you two got together 🩷
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caelus is a big eater at heart, so of course it felt only right to take you out to a nice dinner, all on him! welt even got him a nice outfit to go along with it, very classy and formal.
and while you two ate, drank, and laughed the night away—caelus was quick to notice that you were getting full. you and him had chosen the same meal (he wanted to try to understand and adjust to your food palette in case of a second date), but you felt bad that you couldn't finish it with so much still on the plate.
the trailblazer, who had already bulldozed almost the entire meal, laughs at your frown. only to switch the meals around, where there was only a little left and he had the bigger portion. "don't want anything to go to waste, y'know?" he flashed that charming smile at you, and it made you chuckle. not for such a sweet gesture, which you really did appreciate, but he had a piece of leaf stuck in between his teeth. it gave off the whole charm he had, effortlessly kind and unintentionally funny. you liked that.. liked that a lot, actually. (enough to spend the rest of ur lives tgt <3)
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for a portion of your childhood life, you found it hard to be heard. your voice was never loud enough to stand out from a crowd, and you felt ignored. that you weren't good enough to be listened to.
so going on a date was extremely nerve-wracking. you decided to make sure to never try to assert yourself too much in a conversation, just let them take the lead and not try to disturb with your 'uninteresting' input.
halfway through the date, holding hands and talking about your favorite place to visit-you are very quick to realize that you've taken up most of the conversation. and it isn't in a bad way either, since dan heng was adding his own little comments.. adding his ideas in the conversation. but he hasn't.. stopped you. he let you speak comfortably, let you be heard. "sorry, did i give you a weird look? i didn't mean to.. i just.. i really like listening to you. please don't ever stop talking."
your now husband loves to tell the people that said his quietness would never get him someone.. that he has a ring now and a very lovely spouse that has a matching one !
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boothill doesn't usually have time for dates, always moving on the road and hopping around penacony. but when robin set him up with a good friend of hers, he didn't want to decline. the cowboy was quick to realize you were really cute and interesting, so he didn't mind taking a day off... until it wasn't a day off.. and had to handle a quick bounty a couple of hours before your date.
"don'tgetdistractedandthinkofthemdon'tgetdistractedandthinkofthemdon'tgetdistractedandthinkofthem" is what he repeats to himself before he gets distracted, imagines how you smiled at him yesterday and expressed how excited you were about the date.
got his shit rocked :-( but he still trudged his malfunctioning arm and scarred face to your place. "sorry." he strained a smile as he falls into your arms, grunting. "didn't mean to make ya wait. darlin'.. would never try to leave ya alone on such a pretty night."
his selflessness made your heart soften. he was so uncaring for his wounds, and he was even muttering that he was sorry for getting so much of his bleeding oil on your clothes. the date didn't end up pulling through, at least not properly. since you brought him in to care for him, and honestly just ended up to you flirting all night.
you're more than happy to have a real date when he's all fixed up.
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sampo had finally gotten one upped. HE got scammed by YOU in an exchange of information. it wasn't even anything out of harsh feelings, you had always been his informant, giving him what he needs for a good pay and go. but tonight, you decided to mess with him a bit. after receiving the money you charged to find whatever he needed on some random, you never sent it. left him waiting at his laptop and blinking at his camera, knowing damn well you were watching.
this became a normal thing, the back and fourth 'scams'. and soon your time together became less for a transaction, more just wanting to spend time with each other. which you told him from the very first day that you couldn't care less about anything as long as he had money (you didn't know his name till 3 months of working together).
so one night, expecting the usual "oops! sent it to the wrong number!" or "hehe, maybe i forgot a few zeroes and sent you like 5 coins!" you get an actual message.
"what a coincidence, i'm paying in full but it all went towards a restaurant near your place with the best table for two and your favorite food. it would really be a shame to let it go to waste.."
you agreed. and this went on long enough where one day his payment became a ring and a promise to love you forevermore.
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two stellaron hunters slowly growing to be interested in each other is a rather entertaining sight. kafka was quick to catch on, the lingering glances and subtle touches of affection that would slip the average persons gaze. what was unexpected-was blade's initiation of these gestures. how he'd have a protective stance over you during battle, despite your capabilities likely being on par with his. how he allows his hand to be taken into yours, treating his calloused hands gently after a long day of fighting with his sword, or even just the way he looks at you. it's soft, warm, with a hint of tenderness and admiration. despite his nonchalant face.
this becomes more obvious when he finally asks you out, and he's genuinely caring the whole time. he's interested in your discussions about life, entertains him when he asks you for any other details, and you don't make him feel alone. that's the most important thing. and he makes it clear how much he appreciates you with how he tucks your hair behind your ear, murmuring if he could have the blessing to kiss you. it isn't on the lips-he's not pushing his luck.. but just the cheek. it was something small, but for him? an absolutely huge step.
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the date with the ever so well known dr. veritas ratio had gone well enough that you agreed to go home with him. he was quick to clarify that this wasn't to sleep with him, he wasn't that kind of man to push something so early on in what he described to be: "a relationship that may be something greater than i could ever imagine" but instead to take care of you. it seemed as if you were exhausted from the travel during the date, and a nice bath would usually help.
nice bath was an understatement, the guy had scented candles, soft music, the right ratio from bubbles to water, snacks for you to enjoy and had a whole selection of books to choose from.
your fate was sealed the moment you walked into his bathroom because a man who can care for himself and still have the room to care for others is FOR SURE a keeper. even invited him to stay in the bath w u but he wanted to be respectful 🙏 (caved eventually)
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jing yuan was the whole reason you got back into dating. after your first relationship fell apart, you found it hard to want to start things from scratch, learning favorite colors and life dreams all over again. but jing yuan swayed you, something that wasn't easy but he always makes sure to tell you he doesn't regret.
he was introduced to you through yanqing, your former apprentice before he was taken in by the cloud knights. he found out you and jing yuan were around the same age, so the blondie tested out his luck playing cupid <3 so even if it wasn't an immediate yes to his shenanigans, jing yuan started slowly. he could see you had walls and he wanted them to go down upon your own hearts decision, rather than bulldoze through them.
that care never went away. not even years later when he tears up at how far he's come, watching you walk down that aisle and knowing you're his forever.
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gallagher's wasn't even a first date. but you were on one, or supposed to be. till you got stood up and wanted to drink your worries away.
you've been in the bar from the very first hour it opened till now.. aka 3am. and the bartender himself was growing a little drowsy. but you were going strong, probably your 8th bottle of the night, which was starting to be a concern.
one of many, really. for one, gallagher was wondering who could ditch such a person. you clearly fixed yourself up nicely, your outfit was gorgeous and you were so friendly to him up until you realized you were stood up, and the pretty face that made his bar a little brighter went quiet. he couldn't have that.
by the time his shift ended, he slid a drink to you with a napkin. "take care of yourself, alright? come by tomorrow night, and you'll get yourself a real man to go on a date with."
he leaves and the napkin (cliche enough) has his number and name. "gallagher." you say to yourself, making a note in your drunken state to return same time tomorrow.
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sunday totally took you out with vip seats to robins concert. did he have to do a LIIIITTLE bit of pursuading to have robin hand over these tickets? no.. but she did tease him for finally catching a date after all this time! and as much as he is a big admirer for his sisters work, the whole concert he couldn't take his eyes off of you. how you effortlessly glowed in a sea of people, how your passion for something as simple as music could rival his dream for eternal rest to penacony. he has dreamed of you, he's sure of it. someone so carefree and kind, a soul opposite to his, yet perfectly fills the other half of his empty heart.
he wrote poetry about you, robin found it, turned it into a song and had to awkwardly explain why robin's song that she specifically clarified to be written about someone he liked included descriptions of your physical appearance and hints of your personality.
found it very sweet, and insisted your next date should be something more personal so you can learn more about him the way he's learned so much about you without even needing to talk to you to do so. (was just happy to go on a second date)
Can I request Anaxa, Jiaoqiu, Jing Yuan, and Ratio with a reader who is able to boost other people's powers and abilities by letting them basically use their energy in addition to the characters' own (like a living battery almost), but is unable to use any kind of powers or abilities themself? If the healers are running out of juice, they will immediately offer themselves up as a power source. Their own limitations are not even considered. There are people hurt and they want to help however they can.
To Burn and Be Bright
Tags: Anaxa x Reader, Jiaoqiu x Reader, Jing Yuan x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Power Sharing, Self-Sacrificial Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Soft Angst, Fluff with Emotional Depth, Mutual Respect, Protective, Existential Themes, Slow Burn Elements, Emotional Intimacy.
Warnings: Burnout From Overexertion, Non-Graphic Self-Harm (Magic Exhaustion), Battlefield Trauma, Mentions of Death and War, Medical Distress, Emotional Vulnerability, Power Imbalance (Non-Abusive), Philosophical Themes, Mild Romantic Implications.
Anaxa slammed a scorched tome closed, its golden filigree burning beneath his fingertips.
"The soul-thread is too weak."
Blood dripped from his lip where he'd bitten it, frustration overwhelming calculation. Around you, wounded scholars writhed in agony, their essence destabilized after his reckless experiment to siphon divinity.
“I can help,” you said.
He didn't look at you. “No.”
“But I—”
“No.” His voice was sharper now, cracking like ice across old stone. “Your body wasn't made for this. Your energy isn't refined. You'd burn out.”
You stepped closer, kneeling beside the blood-drenched cipher altar. “And what? Let them die?”
He finally turned, and for a moment—just a moment—his eye glowed behind the gold-etched eyepatch.
“You think I haven’t run the probability? You think I haven’t seen the consequences?” His voice dropped, bitter and fractured. “You're not a tool, damn it.”
You reached out and placed your hand over his.
“I’m not a tool. I’m a choice. Let me choose.”
Anaxa closed his eyes.
Seconds later, the room pulsed with arcane light. His voice chanted in forbidden tongue as your body trembled beside him, energy rushing into his system like a star being born inside his veins.
You blacked out halfway through the ritual.
When you woke up hours later, his coat was draped over your body. His gloved hand clutched yours tightly. His voice, just barely above a whisper:
“Don’t ever call yourself powerless again. Without you… there is no proof. There is no me.”
The tent reeked of blood and ash, and the healing grid was already flickering.
Jiaoqiu’s hand trembled as he stirred the alchemical cauldron, nine distinct broths bubbling in a complex pattern. He was running out of energy—his tail low, ears pinned back, chest rising with every restrained breath.
“I’m here,” you whispered.
His eyes opened—painful, cracked—and though he normally kept them closed, he held your gaze.
“You always come when I’m weakest.”
You smiled. “That’s the point, isn’t it?”
“No,” he murmured, setting down his fan. “The point was to protect you from this. Every time I let you give me your strength, a part of me worries you’ll burn out. Like a candle for everyone else’s fire.”
You didn’t hesitate. You sat beside the cauldron and reached for him.
“I’d rather flicker than watch you break.”
With a solemn sigh, he intertwined your fingers with his, guiding your energy into his own. The broth glowed brighter. Soldiers outside stopped groaning. The battlefield quieted.
His voice trembled, even as his wounds healed. “One day, I want to heal you too. Not just your body. But the part of you that thinks it’s only useful when it's giving.”
You leaned into his shoulder as your strength faded, smiling.
“Then we’ll keep going until you do.”
“General, the formation’s collapsing!”
Jing Yuan stood at the edge of the shattered ridge, blood dripping from his blade, cloak shredded in the wind. A dozen injured Cloud Knights groaned behind him. He had minutes. Less.
Then he felt it—warmth against his back. Familiar. Steady.
You.
“Don’t,” he said immediately, voice like rumbling thunder. “You’ve given too much today.”
“I can give more.”
He turned, his eyes tired. Not from battle—but from worry.
“You’ll collapse.”
“Better me than them.”
His fist clenched, and he looked away. “You do this every time. You rush into my shadow and light it with your soul.”
You touched his arm gently. “Because I believe in you. And because you’ve never once let that light go to waste.”
He didn’t respond for a long moment. Then he gently placed his hand over your heart.
“Promise me something.”
You blinked. “What?”
“When all this is over… when there’s peace… let me carry your burden for once.”
Your lips curved faintly as your energy surged into his form. The storm around him reignited with luminous force.
“I’d like that,” you said softly, before the light overtook you both.
“You are reckless.”
His voice echoed down the marble corridors of the ruined observatory, each word a jagged verdict.
“Don’t start,” you muttered, stumbling from exhaustion. “They needed power. I had it. You would’ve done the same.”
“I wouldn’t have nearly died doing it four times in a row,” he snapped, for once not hiding behind metaphor or philosophy. He pulled you into a chair, unwrapping your burned palms with maddening precision.
“You always say knowledge must be used, Veritas.”
“Yes. By minds capable of wielding it rationally. Not by idealists burning themselves like inefficient fuel rods!”
Your laughter was faint. “You sound scared.”
“I am,” he hissed. “You are the one equation I cannot balance. The one constant I cannot afford to lose.”
You softened.
“I don’t want to be an equation,” you whispered. “I want to be your choice.”
He paused. Then, for the first time, removed the alabaster mask himself.
“I’m not good at emotion,” he said simply. “But if I could rewrite this universe’s formula…”
He leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours.
“You’d be the center of it.”
You passed out moments later, spent.
But when you awoke, his coat was around your shoulders, a steaming cup of nutrient broth on the table—and a newly published thesis titled:
“On the Strength of a Soul that Gives Without Asking: A Dedication.”
Characters: Aventurine; Veritas Ratio; Sunday x Dom!Reader
Word Count: 595
Warnings: Smut? It talks about intercourse, but it doesn’t go into detail, just how they feel about it and stuff. But just to be sure: MDNI.
A/N: Is it obvious that I ran out of what to write? Maybe. And btw, this is the first time I’ve ever written NSFW (or in this case, something close to NSFW). So… hope you like this piece?
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❧ It took some time (more like a long time) for him to let himself just… be vulnerable in that regard, but he eventually got comfortable enough to give himself to you.
❧ He expected rough treatment, he expected degrading behavior, but that’s not what he got.
➥ Hand holding, soft praises, gentle movements; all of it was gentle, never too much. You were so painfully aware of his comfort zone that it made him cry.
➥ Even his crying didn’t change anything. Instead, you were even more gentle with him because of that. His pleas to either stop or to slow down were taken to heart. You didn’t tease him, you listened and made sure to adjust.
➥ This just proves to him how much he means to you, how much you love him; why wouldn’t he fall more in love with you after this?
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❧ Just like Aventurine, it also took time for him to be vulnerable. Partly because he doesn’t want to show vulnerability, but also because he just… doesn’t want to engage in such acts. He finds it unnecessary due to his busy life. You have to be the one to bring up the idea and wait for him to accept.
❧ Intercourse with him is… how should I put this? Quiet? There’s a lack of noise… at first. Of course, he’ll still tell you what he feels, and if you need to change something. But other than that, it’s kinda quiet since he’s not really used to being in this position.
❧ Only after you two have done it a few times does he let himself be vulnerable. During the first few minutes, he won’t be particularly loud, but he’ll let all those houses out freely after you get him to feel comfortable.
➥ You’re not gonna judge, right? So what use will it be if he doesn’t let you know how good you make him feel?
➥ He’ll cry most definitely, I think. Sure, he’s a stern man, but he’s still a man, he’s not immune to feeling emotional when the love of his life, his heart, shows him care and gentle treatment. But he’ll be very shy and embarrassed about it, so it’s up to you to tell him that it’s okay for him to cry. After all, this is a moment meant only for you and him; being emotional is alright.
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❧ Dang man, what’s up with the men and their reluctance to show vulnerability in Hoyo?
❧ Anyway, he’s gonna need some time to let himself let go of control as well. He wants to stay composed, he wants to stay in control (even after temporarily joining the Astral Express, it’s not easy to let go of his past habits and beliefs), but he’s willing to try for you.
❧ At first, it’s also gonna be quiet. Maybe cause of shame, maybe because he’s on guard, I don’t really know if it’s one or the other (or a mix of the two). He just feels so humiliated and so human.
❧ It’s gonna take a lot of time to let him give up control (control here, control there, everyone wants control), but it’s still possible for him. All you need to do is give him the time and patience to let him get used to this.
➥ He’s obviously a crier (cause I said so). But even with him letting you take control, he’s still gonna be hesitant. You will very likely be told to give him time, slow down, or just stop altogether. Thankfully, you’re an amazing, splendid, kind, respectful, beautiful person (love you pookies), so you respect his wishes.
You dipped in and out of consciousness. Well, not in the dying way - at least. You were tired as absolute hell. The book you held barely stayed in your hands, askew. Just a few minutes ago, you struggled to read the same passage, even after 15 times. Fatigue had conquered you completely. No, scratch that - you weren’t even capable of forming such a coherent thought. Your mind was a fogged window, and all you wanted was to tumble headfirst into dreamworld, - for life's sake!
"You know, you're not hiding your exhaustion very well. I told you to head asleep without me." He voiced out, his steady tone snapping you awake once more. You groaned.
"Nope. Nada. No chance. I want to stay with you." You mumbled, book having completely falled out of your hands. You saw him scoff slightly from your peripheral vision.
"What, are you still scared of monsters at night?" He approached you and took the fallen book, inspecting it briefly before putting it back in the bookshelf you grabbed it haphazardly from.
Suddenly, you felt a sharp tug on your cheek. Your eyes shot open and quickly maneuvered its way to him. Mhm. Just as you had suspected.
He's pulling your cheek.
"Come, we can go back now. I'm done finishing up things. You can go to sleep soon." He said casually, as though he wasn't pulling your cheek like it was a game of tug of war.
"You - ugh! I'm not even sleepy anymore! Couldn't you have told me that without doing this?!" You sputtered, arms flailing in protest.
"Doing what?" He inquired, feigning cluelessness.
"What do you mean, 'doing what'?!" You barked (not in that way), glaring daggers at him. He only chuckled, unbothered, his hand still firmly tugging at your cheek. He's not stopping anytime soon.
Not when he thought you were this cute.
a lil something to fill in the space while i take my time to write other things 😋
aeons blessed . VERITAS RATIO .
your boyfriend has always been incredibly big , as if he was blessed by the aeons themselves .
TAGS . dom ratio , fem bodied reader , size kink / difference , dumbification , a little degradation , dacryphilia , vaginal penetration , a little bratty reader hinted , creampie , reader is mentioned to be on birth control at the end , not proofread currently !
WORDCOUNT . 1.3k words .
ANASTASIA . fleshing out a little giftie i wrote last year . . did you know i used to be a veritas girlie ? ? aha . . nervously laughing . . ☾
your boyfriend has always been incredibly big. whether he'd used that spiteful determination of his to work for it or not, he's always been bigger since aeons knows when. you've only ever known him in this buffed form, unable to consider veritas as skinny for even a moment - there's no way your boyfriend was ever the nerdy, lanky type.
he never explicitly works out. not unless he's going to a gym without telling you and that's what bewilders you more about the huge physique of your own partner.
sometimes you tease him. sometimes that lands you in sticky predicaments.
like right now, with veritas towering over you, his form hunching a shadow over your smaller body that can only helplessly bounce into the mattress with every brutal thrust the doctor has to give; as if he's drilling the concept into your head, the idea that you should listen to him for once in your bratty existence with that whiny tone, prying into every fibre of his being in ways he was never prepared for.
aeons if he isn't a sight to behold - broad shoulders blocking out the afternoon daylight outside that your nails can only helplessly claw at for some form of premise, something to hold onto; the pecs littered in claw marks - your claw marks - and deep purple hickeys you'd left in a needy, desperate wake and that thick, dark purple happy trail that leads directly to where your hips connect, accentuated by the lewd slapping of skin that fills your bedroom.
it's early afternoon and veritas has an extensive list of things to do today; paperwork, research studies, meetings with students that he could give less of a fuck about... you was not on that agenda. not until later at least.
that's not to say doing you is not a top priority, in fact it cancels out any buzzing feeling to accomplish his to-do list in time for an early night's sleep. it voids any reason within him that nags him to send out emails excusing his absence, assuring those stupid fools that he'll reschedule meetings and any other lacklustre tasks that's throwing to the wind.
veritas' ever-observant eyes watched the way your gaze had trailed down his toned body, the abs that you could wash clothes on and how it lingered in certain places as you admired him blatantly. he simply cannot help that low, smug chuckle that rumbles from his chest, leaning forward to lean on his forearms beside your head with a persistent roll over his hips.
the sudden movement essentially folds you in half beneath the large man, muscles rippling with every slow thrust, agonisingly slow so he can watch the way your face contorts, body trembling purely because the head of his cock is now kissing your cervix and- oh fuck, how is he still reaching deeper?
"what, don't tell me you're struggling," he mumbles above you, hot breath fanning across your skin, lips tempted to bite at the plush neck presented to him when your head falls back, "i know you can take more, can't you?"
large hands grip at the curves of your hips tightly, determined to drive his cock precisely where he wants like it's just another one of his calculations. he knows exactly how to make you go dumb on his length, just the way he likes you.
your lips part, kiss-swollen and bitten from minutes of forceful kisses earlier and yet no words come out. you stammer, choking out on moans so sweet veritas thinks he might get ill from it all. they fall from your lips like a melody no amount of well written composer could hope to mimic.
"look at you, too dumb to even form words. if you can't take all of my cock, i suppose we'll just have to push your limits-" it's a deeper thrust this time, one that drills directly into your spasming cunt. a wail of his name falls past your lips finally, it's coherent but followed a string of babbles that even he can't make sense of- "oh, do we have a new outcome?"
his pelvis presses against your sensitive clit, rubbing it indiscreetly. you keen, back arching off the bed for some semblance of relief. it's an overwhelming feeling that brings sparkling tears to your eyes and blurs your vision. yet you can still make out your boyfriend's huge form above you, a shadow that won't shrug every time you try to blink the tears away.
"poor thing.." veritas coos but it's twisted, accompanied by a knowing smirk on his chiselled face.
he'd never admit his weaknesses aloud, especially not to you, his loving partner. the one who irritates his mind with incessant backchat that drives him insane daily. but he loves that pathetic look on your face when you cry, when globs rivulet down your warm cheeks and trickle down your neck.
and the look of you now, trying to resist veritas' strong grip on your hips to buck your hips up against his.. it drives him insane. you're so soft, pliant.. dumb.. babbling for mercy underneath his big body that you make no attempt to hide how much you love.
"p-please- veri- s'too much!" you go on to beg, hands scrambling at his shoulders above you as he drives his cock into you again and again. it swamps you and your thighs begin to shake, cunt twitching and spasming like a telltale sign to let veritas know you're close.
you're in the palm of his hand, figuratively and literally. just the way he likes you, forced to submit to his every whim and unable to retaliate with that unruly tongue of yours.
"too much? ah, i suppose you have done well today.." it's a moment of praise but it doesn't last. tussles of deep purple hair hang over your twisted face, crying out with every push to the edge he gives you. amber eyes rove over the drooling mess he's reduced you to, pride fuelling the movement of his hips as he drills into you, assuring his cock kisses your cervix every time.
it only takes moments, seconds until you finally come. it's brutal, racks your whole body as you tense beneath him. he leans down to devour your lips in a kiss, to drink every scream and cry that falls from your lips. your cunt squeezes him like a velvet vice he can't escape, the intense waves of your orgasm massaging his thick length to his own orgasm.
veritas groans against your lips, fingers splaying across the skin of your waist as he holds you down as ropes of virile, sticky seed paints your womb. for a moment, he considers what life would be like if you wasn't on birth control. if he finished inside you unprotected, if he attempted a life with you.
he shakes the thought from his head as he bottoms out completely in you once more. it burns, the way his thick cock hilts to the brim to plug you up like he wants to keep his seed from escaping.
your vision blurs, darkens slightly as you blink up at him. his skin is clammy, littered in red welts and dark marks from your feral, all-out display. veritas hums in amusement, taking the time to place a gentle kiss to your nose.
a hand comes up to cup your cheek. it's warm, thumb soothing over your tearstained skin like a comforting blanket. you may marvel at the way veritas is built, the muscles that cause everyone to stare but he marvels at you likewise.
you truly are a sight to behold, even more so when he's had to fuck that impudent behaviour out of your system. now you're complacent and so is he, maybe he really should write those emails before someone has the grit to scold the doctor veritas ratio for his own impetuous behaviour.
Warnings: professor!ratio, student!reader, age gap, dom/sub dynamics, dubious consent, blow jobs, pet names, cum swallowing, praise kink, degradation kink, doggy style, missionary, vaginal sex, sir kink, cervix fucking, and creampie
A/N: Is this basically literary porn (especially with a title like this)? Yes. Yes, it is. I do not regret anything. Lmao, I put a LOT of effort into this (more than I thought I would)
Also, maybe consider signing up for the 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐦!!
Your philosophy professor is among the most conceited and arrogant people you have ever met. Whenever he gives a lecture, he refuses to slow down when asked and expects everyone in the class to understand what he has just taught. He’s an impossible teacher. At first, you were excited to take his class because it’s hard to get into (since you need special permission to attend). Not to mention his striking good looks, which at first captivated everyone. However, his personality did not make up for his good looks.
Your grade isn’t good, and you need a way to improve it. Dr. Ratio didn’t give any extra credit opportunities, but maybe if you meet with him, he’ll change his mind.
Please wait until after one class to speak with him. Usually, you would email him, but he’s not the most reliable with that, meaning cornering is the only practical way.
As everyone files out of the lecture hall, you walk over to him. His deep eyes look over the notes he showed earlier as he huffs a bit. His long fingers grip the thin paper as if he’s handling a soft feather. You’re starting to rethink your decision, but by then, Dr. Ratio had noticed you staring at him.
“Miss Y/N?” he asks. You look at his face, and his eyes watch your face change to one of embarrassment and insecurity. “Is there something you need?”
“Uh, I…wanted to ask…” Your nerves make it difficult for you to speak up. His expression shows boredom. His eyes tell you that time is precious. You take a breath, trying to gain some confidence. “I wanted to ask if we could meet to discuss some things.” Your voice was faulty, but you made your point. Dr. Ratio gives you a small smile.
“Is that right?” he asks.
“Yes,” you say more confidently. “I’m willing to meet at any point whenever we both have the time.”
“I see,” he says and leans back away from you. He thinks for a bit before saying something. “How about now?”
“Huh?” You’re shocked by his presumptuousness.
“I have nothing more today, so we can talk in my office now. If you’re free, I’d hate for you to miss your other classes,” he says. His eyes burned bright under his shaggy blue hair.
“I’m free now,” you reply almost meekly.
“Perfect. Why don’t we head to my office then?” he suggests. You nod and become flustered while walking behind him, following him. You didn’t expect him to agree just like that, not to mention you’re going to be alone with him in his office. He leads you up to his office and opens it to reveal a quaint little space. There are two bookshelves on the back wall, across from the door; a desk with two chairs that lean against the window; and a small sofa on the other side of the room, across from the windows. He uses his hand to gesture inside, which you do. You hug your bookbag and sit softly on the chair facing the windows. Dr. Ratio closes the door before sitting across from you at his desk.
“So, what would you like to discuss?” he asks, his hands clasped together on the desk.
“Well,” you start. “I wanted to ask if I can get some extra–” he cuts you off.
“I don’t give extra credit. I said that on the first day,” he says matter-of-factly.
“I-I know, but I really want to get my grade up and pass with a decent grade,” you plead. “I don’t want my GPA to drag down.”
“Well, I’m sorry, but–” you cut him off this time.
“Please, I’ll do anything. I really need to pass this class,” you plead still. He chuckles.
“You really should not use the phrase ‘I’ll do anything,’” he tells you. “It might give someone the wrong impression.” Your face grows hot when you realize the implications he’s talking about. You think about it briefly, concluding that no way would even work.
“You’re right. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make things…” You trail off, making the awkward silence even worse. You look down at the desk, contemplating how to drop his class without making it affect your transcript. Dr. Ratio eyes you for a bit; your innocence intrigues him. Your presumptuousness not only caught him off guard initially (in a good way), but now your lack of conversational expertise in his presence is amusing in its own way. He laughs again.
“How about this…” he gets up from his desk and walks closer to you. He stands right beside you before continuing. “You can try with everything you have to try and really convince why you deserve a higher grade, hmm?” Your eyes widen largely at his proposal. “And I mean everything.”
“I…” you can’t hear the shakiness of your words.
“Of course, you don’t have to, but who’s to say you’ll get a better grade?” he says, half joking. Everything up til now has seemed to be happening so fast. However, you do need this grade desperately. You look up at him, and his frame seems much taller now that he’s so close. Your embarrassment and cute demeanor really are quite something.
“What do you want me to do?” you ask. His gold eyes stare down at you, the cogs in his mind turning to figure out what he would like you to do first. After some deliberation, he figures it out.
“Why don’t you use that cute mouth of yours?” he asks. You look up at him with surprise.
“Al-Alright,” you agree, put aside your bag, and slowly slide off the chair onto the floor. You make eye contact with him again, and he gestures to you with his chin for you to do what to prepare. “Professor?” you ask meekly.
“Yes?” he replies.
“Shouldn’t we lock the door?” you ask.
“Smart idea, Miss Y/N,” he compliments, making you grow warm. He swiftly moves to the door and turns the latch on the lock. He notices your reaction to his compliment. “Oh? Like being praised?” Even warmer now. “How cute.”
He returns to you, and the tent in his pants makes you a bit nervous, but you are not turning back now. You take his belt off and unzip his dark blue pants, revealing his boxers. You cup his bulge and prepare yourself. Your professor lets out a husky breath when he feels your hand touch him. You move his cock out from his boxers and let his clothing fall to the floor. His cock leaks tiny beads of precum, and you lick your lips. You shift in your position, your thighs clenching. You look up at him as you begin to lick the tip. His gold eyes look down at you, his dark hair almost covering his eyes.
You swirl the tip with your tongue and watch his face grow red and his eyes close.
“Don’t tease me,” he mutters. “You’ve got to earn that good grade.” You hum in response, and the vibration of your mouth makes your professor shudder a bit. You open your mouth more and take his cock farther into your mouth. Your eyes prickle with tears as his cock reaches deep into your throat. You motion back, and his tip is at your tongue again, causing you to tease the tip again. You use your hand to jerk him off while your tongue is preoccupied. Your professor smiles darkly and clicks his tongue.
“You’re not going fast enough, darling,” he tells you. The pet name makes you wince. “Don’t make me fuck your mouth myself. I won’t be as gentle.” With his words, you find a new confidence and once again lower your mouth so his cock goes deeper. “That’s a good girl.” You moan at his words again and use your hand and mouth to begin a rhythm of going up and down his cock. His husk is breathing, and low moans are urging you on. The sound of his cock reaching your throat makes your head spin. You can’t help the moans that are coming from you.
“Jesus, fuck,” your professor curses. “Talented, aren’t you?” His head tilts back, and his hand grips the edge of his desk. You don’t stop your motions even when your spit begins to leak from your mouth and onto the floor. His cock begins to twitch within your mouth, and you know he’s about to cum. He grabs your chin and stops your mouth. He motions for you to open your mouth while you spit strings along his wet cock. Your hand pumps his shaft as he shoots his load into your eager mouth. His smile is dark as he inspects his cum in your mouth. “Swallow it,” he commands. You do so without any more prompting. Your throat stings while your seating position makes your thighs burn.
You catch your breath as you stand up. Your professor clicks his tongue again.
“You’re not done, you know,” he says. “I intend to take you in more ways than just one.” You didn’t expect him to say that. “Turn around and lean against the desk.”
You do as he says and lean your palms against the cold desk with your plush butt out for him. He fondles you before grabbing your shorts and panties and swiftly pulling them down.
“You take direction so easily, don’t you?” he asks from behind you, his words beside your ear. “Maybe you’re dirtier than I initially thought.” He moves his hand to the front of your body, traveling down to your exposed pussy. He rubs two fingers over your pussy lips, finding it dripping with wetness. He kisses your neck and holds your hip with his other hand, and thrusts his cock into you. You knock slightly forward from the shock, but your professor’s strong arms hold you steady. “My darling little slut.”
You moan, feeling his cock inside you and his hand on your clit.
“Pro-Professor,” you moan.
“Call me Veritas,” he whispers.
“Veritas,” you repeat. Hearing his name fall from your lips is almost like the perfect aria.
“That’s a good slut,” he says, and the combination of words makes you quiver. He moves his cock out of you and slams back into you with his waist clapping against your ass. You whimper at the feeling. Veritas wanted to get you used to his cock, but he wanted to fuck you so badly and make you his. He grips you tightly and begins his fast assault of thrusts. You cry out, feeling his cock going in and out of you at such a rapid pace. The sound of his snaps snapping into you becomes louder with every thrust.
As you moan loudly, Veritas curses behind you.
“Fuck,” he says. “You’re so hot and tight, shit.” He can’t help the moans that slip from his mouth either. “You feel so fucking good.” His fingers begin to circle your clit, almost to a similar rhythm to his thrusts.
“Ah! Ve-Veritas,” you moan. Your thighs start to spread to give his cock and hand more access to you. You seem to love his cock as much as he loves your pussy.
“Feels good?” he asks, amused.
“Mm! Fuck, yes!” you cry. He circles your clit faster, expert fingers playing the bundle of nerves easily as if he’s playing an instrument he’s all too familiar with.
“Want to cum, darling?” he asks. His thrusts shift, and he can hit a spot within you that weakens your knees.
“Ye-Yes! Please! Please let me cum!” you beg. His chuckle feathered your neck.
“Then cum all over my cock,” he tells you. His fingers pinch your clit, and your elbows shake. You quickly cum all around his cock, coating it sweetly. You loosen from his grip and fall to the desk under you. Your heart is beating a mile a minute with heavy breaths, and your pussy is still gushing your orgasm. Veritas admires your fucked out self. You shift your body so your back presses against the desk and see your professor’s expression. He is obsessed with how he made you feel and how you made him feel. You notice his hand is gripping his still-hard cock that is covered in your essence. His hair stuck to his forehead, giving him a glow. You want him even more.
You grab your top and force it off yourself. He watches you remove your clothing, eyeing you like his prey. You remove your bra just as fast, and he loves how willing you are. He leans down and kisses you for the first time. His fingers find your nipples and rub them, making you moan into his mouth. He breaks the kiss and begins to kiss your neck and shoulder. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling on his button-down shirt.
“Dirty, dirty girl,” he whispers. His cock slowly pushes into you like before. Your pussy quivers at the feeling of cock pushing through its overstimulated walls. He kisses you as he moves his cock to pick up a rhythm for you both. His kisses are wet and needy as his tongue explores your mouth with precision. You hum and moan as you feel Veritas reach deep into your pussy. His hands continue to grope your chest and pinch your nipples. He’s so good at everything. One of your hands finds his blue locks and clutches them desperately. You feel your body heat up from everything. He breaks the kiss once again as he moans in your ear.
“Ah, shit, your pussy’s so hot,” he says. “Fucking Christ.” You hug your legs around his waist, keeping him close.
“It’s all for you, sir,” you say between broken moans.
Oh. Sir? That changes everything.
“Call me that again,” he commands, and his thrusts cease immediately.
“S-Sir,” you mutter. He kisses you again. His hips move back up again, and every thrust kisses your cervix, knocking you back. The sound of your hips meeting and the sound of your wet pussy getting fucked fill your ears. More than your or Veritas’ moans. His pace becomes erratic, and his cock begins to twitch within you. His hands grip your body tighter as he chases his orgasm. He bucks his hips deep into you once more and cums hard inside you. His low moan resonates despite his mouth being preoccupied.
You both pull apart from the kiss to bask in each other’s afterglow. Both are looking into each other’s eyes. Still hardly believing what just transpired truly transpired.
After a few minutes, your professor pulls his cock out of your pussy, making you both wince from the loss. His cum drips and drools out of you when his cock is entirely out of you. He caresses your thighs and hips.
“Did I do well?” you ask. He chuckles before answering.
“Most certainly,” he replies. “Though if I’m being honest, I think a few more private sessions like this would benefit your grade highly.” You giggle.
