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Hii, i hope this doesnt sound too weird or anything (im really new to requesting), but can i request a safeword scenerio for dr Ratio? Maybe he is uptight because of some idiots he had to deal with, or nervy because of overworking, and in bed he starts to talk and move harsher than usual, making his s/o safewording. If possible please also how he would take care of them afterwards, thank you :D!

A/N: Thank you for your request! I do hope this is what you had in mind :) Implemented some of my own hcs into this, so I do hope Ratio isn't too OOC. I just don't see him as mean or harsh with his s/o as I see some people portray him as- Gosh I can ramble sm about him, I'll stop here. Please send more Dr Ratio asks/requests in, I'd love to ramble about him

Content: NSFW, mdni! Ratio being a secret sap inside(?), gn reader but can be hinted at female anatomy, no pronouns used

Fervent thrusts of his hips into yours knocked the air out of your lungs, sending your eyes rolling back into your head as shameless moans flew from your mouth in a torrent. Veritas seemed completely insatiable, groaning into your ear and whispering dirty things.

“You’re so tight, did it take so little to get you all wet and worked up, hm?” It was like he was scolding you.

You could’ve guessed how his day has been, judging solely from the bruising grip he had on your hips. You would’ve asked about it had he not all but cornered you and stolen your breath away with an onslaught of kisses and nips to your neck and chest. Clothes were torn off from you and him all the same, but somewhere along the lines it became apparent his frustration began to blur, work anger seeping into this intimate and vulnerable moment as his hips pistoned into yours with little regard. It wasn’t like him, in all his stubbornness and in all pursuit of knowledge he’d never treat you like a piece of meat. He had made a mess of you, a heap of flailing, boneless limbs and hickeys and bite marks along your collarbone and chest.

A lewd squelch accompanied the slapping of skin as his cock rammed into you. “Ve-Veritas-” you panted, hands moving from around his back to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin and leaving behind red crescent moons. “Slow down, ngh-” Those words fell on deaf ears, your moans and small whimpers being the only thing echoing in his mind. One of his big hands unlatched from your hip and came up to your throat, his fingers squeezing lightly on the sides until you felt yourself getting dizzy with pleasure, but it was all too suffocating, too overwhelming and so overstimulating, you felt your heart race and cold sweat break over your skin. 

Veritas groaned into your ear before sinking his teeth into your shoulder, bottoming out inside you over and over and over again until he felt you squeezing his shaft and fluttering around him. 

“Y-Yellow! Yellow!” 

Veritas quickly lost his hold on your neck, his body reacting faster than he had time to process it. All he knew is how uncomfortably tight his throat became when he heard you squeak out the safe word, his whole stomach churning as he pulled away. And only then did he really see how reckless he had become.

Your teary eyes stared up at him, your chest rising and falling with quick breaths to quell the fire within your lungs. You swallowed thickly, averting your gaze in what you could only understand was embarrassment but as he stumbled over wordless questions, his mouth opening and closing as he slid himself out of you and all pleasure forgotten, you couldn’t help but look back at him and open your arms in a silent plea for a hug. "Just hold me.."

He obliged without a second thought, his big arms enveloping you in a warm embrace, but he was hesitant to touch you after hearing the safe word fall from your mouth. 

He rolled onto his side, dragging you with him and letting your curl up against him however you wished as you hid your face in his chest. One arm was safely secure around you while the other hand absentmindedly ran through your hair, soothing your nape in hopes to bring you further comfort.

“My.. dearest.. What have I done? Are you in pain? Did I hurt you?” his tone, much softer and so full of concern, licked at your ears and sent a shiver up your spine. He sounded more hurt than you.

Once you regained your breath you broke away from his chest and looked up at him, all disheveled and messy with eyes still glassy. 

“I’m sorry.. But you were.. quite overwhelming- You came home and you wanted to be intimate, and that’s okay. But you were starting to take out your frustrations on me, Veritas..” you told him earnestly. There were no lies between you, and Aeons knew he’d know if you lied to him. He grimaced at your words, not because you said them, but because he couldn’t believe he allowed himself to fall that low. You felt him huff, felt his warm breath against your skin and he pulled you closer. 

“There’s nothing for you to apologize for- It is me who should be saying so. And I am so sorry.. I.. I don’t know how I lost myself so..” he trailed off, his eyes swallowing you in their plea for forgiveness or perhaps they were telling you to scold him - he really didn’t mind, as in his head, right now he felt as if he betrayed your trust. His facade of perfection crumbled as he gave into these animalistic urges and he hurt you along the way.

Sighing, you pushed yourself up a little until you could peck his cheek. His lashes fluttered as he took in the sight of you, blinking at you before leaning in to press his lips against your, the palm of his hand resting on the small of your back and pressing you against his warm body.

“Are you hurt?” he asked again, looking into your eyes. 

“Sore.. probably gonna turn into a plum later from bruises-” you tried to lighten the mood with that little joke but Veritas instead let out a sound bordering between a sigh and scoff, clicking his tongue as frowned, angry at himself. “I’m sorry…” he whispered as his arms dragged you along with him and his other hand pressed at your nape to pull your head to his lips. One, two, three, four and many more kisses fell all across your face, making their way all around before reaching your lips, upon which he placed the softest of kisses.

“I’m sorry.. I'll.. You stay here while I go and draw us a bath. I’ll be quick” He’d say as he pulled a blanket over you before sliding from underneath you. 

“Don’t forget the bath salts” you smiled, teasing him and holding onto the fingers of his hand, not allowing him to peel himself away from you just yet, and this prompts a smile to tease his lips but he is not yet ready to really forgive himself until he has soothed your bruises away.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes while his cheeks flushed as he pulled away after nodding his head firmly in return

“When have I ever forgotten the precious bath salts?”

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dear doctor 🗿

>>ruemxu

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this came to me in a dream

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This scene is so inaccurate and @gracethyomen and I were cackling about it but ITS SO HOT

So here y’all go.

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This scene is so inaccurate and @gracethyomen and I were cackling about it but ITS SO HOT

So here y’all go.

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Theres good reason Halsin never got Tadpoled

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it's the regency era. before you are three baldur's gate bachelors. which one would you dance with at the ball? 😳🌹

(i wanted to take a break from comms but went out of my mind. as you can see. also i might do a version w the girls if ppl wanna see it :3)

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AAstarion and BatConsort!🦇

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shhh she's sleeping!!!😠 Batstarion х Batconsort Sangvia

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Gale and Tara during his time stuck in the tower He's got that grand piano set to play faerun's version of "just the two of us" on repeat

Based on this vid

(just wanna mention, I saw Mlarty redraw this first with their lovely durge and batstarion🙏)

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"Proud as a peacock, but... my little love."

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I just love that in every way, Gale's backstory is a Greek myth, down to being a cautionary tale about hubris.

He's a prodigy whose talent drew the attention of a goddess, who took him as a lover until he dain question her and seek to claim a mere fraction of the power she possesses. So, he must be punished, cursed, a reminder to all that the gods are ultimately fickle things whose favor is easily lost.

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gotta be one of the funniest genres of barbatos scenes

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Anti Solomon league

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A seductive Astarion? Yes, please.

PRINTS AVAILABLE HERE: https://www.inprnt.com/gallery/anaguimaraesart/astarion-ancunin/

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Pouty Viking!Simon smut…

Like imagine breastfeeding this mountain of a man. Like I wanna see and hear this man just break underneath his pretty little wife, cooing kind words and such.

He’ll never speak of it again once he’s healed but- he’ll loom over his wife whenever he wants it.. to happen again.

god yes please this is so very important to me

c/w: lactation kink, breastfeeding, handjob

straddling his lap and telling him to sit still so he doesn’t hurt his shoulder, pouring some scented oil into your hand and lubing up his angry cock. your nightgown is slipping off your shoulders and he can see your nipples leaking through the fabric, clinging to your supple tits

he watches you with a sulky expression on his face, brows furrowed and lips curved into a frown. all you can do is coo at him, fingers wrapped tightly around his cock as you stroke him is swift fluid movements

the slick sounds echo throughout your quiet bedroom, mixed with his quiet grunts. one of his monstrous hands reaches up to yank your nightgown down, revealing your breasts to him

he doesn’t ask for a taste, instead he just leans forward and wraps his lip around your raw, aching nipple. his warm tongue soothing over the nub. he gives no warning when he sucks harshly, letting your sweet milk paint his tongue and throat as he gulps it down

you whimper and moan his name, picking up the pace of your stroking as his hand grips your breast tightly. fingers roughly massaging the flesh to help stimulate your milk flow

he’d carry on until his cock erupted all over your fingers and his tummy, his previous sulky expression now replaced with a tired one. he’d roll over in bed, letting your fingers run through your hair until he falls asleep :(