Oh my god I'm going to get pregnant from this prompt alone!!!

CW // kidnapping, murder (mentioned), cheating (mentioned), nonconsensual blowjob

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This wasn't how the night was supposed to go.

Tonight was his and his girlfriend's anniversary, he was supposed to have clock out early and celebrate it together with her, but what had greeted him the moment he came home was how dark their shared apartment was. He hadn't thought about how odd it was, merely chalking it up with his girlfriend yet arriving home.

Then the next, he had been struck from behind and everything went black.

When he came to, he found himself strapped to a chair. Then the next thing he sees is a pair of two-toned eyes staring into him with, dare he say, mild interest. Downturned lips stretched into a wide smile upon watching his prey rouse awake and struggle in the realization that he had been caught by his enemy.

"I'm so glad you're finally awake, detective!" The man says, ignoring how Veritas continues to struggle against his bounds. "I admit, watching you sleep was fun, but I think it's much more entertaining to have you awake and... well, scramble about like a rat caught in a trap."

"You," Veritas hissed, "...Aventurine of Stratagems."

"The one and only." Aventurine grinned predatorily. Veritas can only swallow the heavy lump on his throat as he tries not to show how disturbed he felt to be pinned down by those Aventurine’s lightless eyes.

Then Veritas recalled his last memory before he was kidnapped. They had access to his home.

"What did you do to her?!" Veritas demanded, body surging forward in a vain attempt to intimidate. Since Aventurine or his men had access to his home, they must've seen the multiple photographs pinned to the walls of him and his beloved. Veritas knows entirely well how they handle their problems; Veritas couldn't be blamed that he worries they could’ve taken his girlfriend hostage.

Aventurine's interest waned, his eyes drooped at the mention of Veritas' lover, his grin quickly replaced by a frown. "Ah, yes, whatever her name was... the correct question is, what haven't I done to her."

Veritas' heart raced at the suggestive remark.

"She has a lovely voice, that woman— her only saving grace."

"What did you do?!"

"Now, now! There's no need to get too excited. I only bumped into her, coincidentally of course, and gave her a cheap bouquet. She was the one who decided to climb into my bed."

Veritas refused to believe what he was hearing. He and his girlfriend had been together for a couple of years. He wouldn't have thought that she'd easily betray his trust like this. Of course, this could've been a mere mind game. A lie, constructed to break him down.

"You lie!"

Aventurine laughed, evidently enjoying their interaction so far. It must’ve been entertaining for him, to toy around with someone’s feelings. Veritas could only deepen his frown as he bared his teeth.

"Say, do you know how much trouble you've caused me for the past few months? Your feat was impressive, nonetheless it gave me nothing but headaches for a whole month just so I can stop my pockets from bleeding out!" The captor stands from his seat and approaches Veritas wolfishly, stalking in slow strides much like a predator closing in on his prey. "I don't mind, of course, because at the end of the day I found a pretty little toy to play with."

Aventurine leaned down towards Veritas, causing the detective to lean back against the chair he was trapped to in retreat. Yet Aventurine chased him, anyway, pushing forward until their noses were but inches apart.

"Do you know why your leads have led you nowhere for the past few months? Your beloved was responsible for it. She was such a blabbermouth, and all of the sudden I've acquired all of your intel! It was amusing to see you running around like a headless chicken with nothing to show for."

Veritas flinched when he felt a hand on his thigh. Aventurine looked at him with playfulness at his reaction, his other hand moved to cup Veritas by his cheek.

"Friendly tip: you should start locking your study or else who knows what she'll spit out of her rotten mouth next! That is, if you’ll have a chance to..."

Veritas gasped— the hand on his thigh traveled daringly towards his crotch, and in retaliation he charged his head against Aventurine's, resulting in a loud blow that had the other man stumble backward.

"Ow, ow! My dear, I didn't know you like to play rough!" Aventurine whined, but his face showed nothing but delight.

"Keep your hands to yourself, bastard!" Veritas spat.

"But that defeats the point of taking you here!" Aventurine sulked, "I've planned for so long just so I can invite you here, in my own abode, so we can get to know each other!! I even got rid of that woman so you wouldn't have to think about other people than me!!"

The implication had Veritas stopped on his tracks, eyes widening as his heart beats faster against his ribcage. “Stop playing games with me! What have you done to her?!”

“You don’t need to play dumb, dearest detective! You know exactly what I mean. Unless you wanted to know how exactly I got rid of her. Well, since you insist…” Aventurine shrugged and approached Veritas again, this time his hand shot against Veritas’ neck to keep him in place. His fingers dig a little against Veritas’ veins, but not enough to cut off the captive from breathing. “...I lured her out a couple of hours before I went to get you. Did you know how happy she was when I called— how she dropped everything to see me? Detective, I’ll be honest, I’m insulted on your behalf. You were such a model citizen, loyal and kind— you don’t deserve this betrayal! So, I did you a favor and slit her neck, somewhere across…” Aventurine stroked Veritas’ neck with his thumb, drawing a horizontal line, “...Here.”

Aventurine tilted his head to the side with faux innocence, as though he didn’t just admit to murder. "But well, isn't that natural? She's outlived her use, after all. She has always been a means to an end. You, however, are invaluable."

The grip on Veritas’ neck loosens, quickly changing its target towards his mouth. Aventurine shoved his thumb inside of Veritas’, pushing down on the tongue and forcing his mouth ajar. “I’ve never truly thought about courting anyone before, but you’ve made me change my mind, detective— ah, no I should call you Veritas, instead. After all, we will be lovers from here on out!”

Veritas tries to protest, but with Aventurine’s thumb blocking his tongue’s movement, his words become nothing but incoherent babbles. Aventurine responds in giggles.

“You look cute like this, but you’d be even more adorable spread on my bed… legs apart, stomach full of my cum… Hm, I quite like that image.”

Aventurine dives in to steal a kiss from Veritas’, nibbling on Veritas’ lips— licking and sucking on the flesh like a man starved. His tongue snaked in, in time with him pulling back his finger, his hand now placed at the back of Veritas’ head as Aventurine sucked on his tongue. The grip against Veritas’ head was rough, forcing Veritas in place so he couldn’t run away.

Just as Veritas thought he’d be devoured alive, Aventurine pulled away, with a string of saliva connecting their lips. Aventurine licked his lips, delighted at his recent spoil.

“Oh, Veritas, you look so appetizing… Did anyone tell you that you look beautiful like this, debauched and gasping for air?”

Veritas refuses to reply, and instead looks away as his chest rises and falls rapidly while he tries to catch his breath.

“You’d look even better with my cock in your mouth.”

Veritas feels a hand on his scalp, gently rubbing him in a petting motion, before suddenly tugging against his hair upwards, forcing Veritas to look back at Aventurine. Veritas felt his heart stop for a moment as he beheld the impressive girth of Aventurine’s cock, and— when did he pull it out? Was he so preoccupied that he hadn’t even heard Aventurine unzipping his pants?

Either way, Veritas feels even more in danger. If Aventurine plans to go through with his words then he intends to force Veritas down his cock… but it’s unlikely he can, his mouth can only open so far…

“You look beautiful even when scared!” Aventurine commented. Not at all helpful to ease Veritas’ racing heart. “Don’t worry, dearest, you don’t have a choice.”

Then Aventurine forced his cock down Veritas’ throat without preamble, making the poor detective gag and sputter against his shaft. Aventurine hissed at the mix of pleasure and pain, from Veritas’ warm heat and the teeth scratching against his cock. Still, Aventurine decides to pull his cock to the tip before pushing it once more down Veritas’ mouth, all the way to the base.

Veritas gagging was music to his ears. The sob, the muffled scream, it was heavenly. Aventurine couldn’t find himself to stop, he had settled for less just so he could claim Veritas to himself after all.

No longer will Aventurine touch himself to tape recordings or candid photographs of Veritas, he can have the real thing now— flesh and all.

“You feel so good, Veritas, I’m—” was all Aventurine could manage before he came into Veritas’ throat, causing the man under him to widen his eyes as he’s forced to swallow lest he drown.

Aventurine pulled his cock off of Veritas’ mouth, shooting a few ropes of cum on Veritas’ face. He watches the debauched detective cough out what remains of his cum that he couldn’t swallow, then those amber eyes look at Aventurine with nothing but hatred. It sent shivers down Aventurine’s body.

Taming his beloved will be a thrilling adventure, one that Aventurine can’t wait to begin.

“Enough appetizer… shall we move on to the main course, ‘love?”

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(a/n: sorry i couldn't write the sex scene, i'm still too inexperienced haufahsdwa)

cw // somnophilia, 2.1 msq spoiler

veritas ratio remembers clearly what his dearest gambler told him before his untimely demise. in the privacy of aventurine's hotel room, aventurine told him that whatever is left of his body in reverie, it will be veritas' to use– a corpse is, after all, of no use for the IPC other than to pressure the family. aventurine joked that, should veritas wish to, he can also use his body if that's what he truly wanted.

the scholar has nothing to say about the offer, merely scoffing and stormed off the gambler's room.

and now here veritas stands, back within aventurine's room, eyes fixed upon the very same man who orchestrated his own death within the dreamscape. veritas was present, though far enough to not become a collateral damage, and witnessed as aventurine was torn into shreds from an inhuman power. he saw with his own eyes as aventurine's body disintegrate into dust– leaving nothing but the chaotic aftermath of his lamentable attempt of a grand exit.

yet here, within the reverie, aventurine's body remains pristine. his skin is clear of all blood and grime, hair perfectly styled with not a single strand out of place. it was as if everything that happened in the dreamscape was but a... dream– a nightmare.

veritas knows better.

aventurine is still lying on the pool. he doesn't respond to anything. he likely won't be, until he finds the way back– if he finds the way back.

the gambler's body doesn't react even as veritas steps into the pool. it doesn't twitch as veritas unfastens his sash, doesn't shift from the rustle of fabrics and splashes of water from the clothes being unceremoniously thrown into it. aventurine is completely unresponsive.

despite so, veritas opens his mouth anyway. "you've finally made your grandest gamble," he says as he lowers his now naked form on to aventurine's lap, "and in turn i have casted my die. my bet... is that you will return, alive and well."

the scholar has never indulged in his base instinct, or at least not before aventurine. it had been a simple curiosity at first from a scholar's perspective. simply because veritas wanted to know, to understand why men chase after them mindlessly. then it slowly festered into a bottomless want, to be claimed and caressed, to be worshiped and desired. it's fascinating what doors could be opened with the right people, and for veritas, aventurine was the one who held the key. veritas hadn't want to acknowledge it more than necessary. sure, he caught feelings, but the was no need to pursue it.

then aventurine /left/ and now veritas finds that his heart grows fonder for him. he begins to long for that man to come back– yearning for the gambler to open his eyes at this very instance and gives veritas his dashing yet aggravating smile.

veritas waits for nothing. he claims aventurine's lips with his own. veritas slides his tongue across aventurine's lips, feeling his heart begins to beat faster in the wake of touching a man deep asleep. but veritas doesn't shy away, instead he begins to suck. full teeth, nibbing against aventurine in an obsessive streak; to mark and claim before he lost his only chance.

veritas' hand shot towards the back of aventurine's head as he slips his tongue inside of aventurine's mouth, pulling the other man deeper into the kiss. veritas' other hand snakes up towards the crook of aventurine's neck, his fingers pressing against skin in hopes of leaving something– anything at all that could prove that veritas had laid claim to aventurine, much like aventurine had claimed veritas' heart.

his body is pressed flushed against aventurine's by the end of the kiss, but only veritas was left breathless. aventurine remains unaffected.

it would have left a huge scar on veritas' pride if veritas was of sane mind. he hadn't been quite sane after meeting aventurine.

then he lowers his attention towards aventurine's trousers. he makes short work of it, unzipping the pants and pushing down aventurine's boxer without pause. even soft, aventurine's shaft was nothing short of amazing in size.

veritas sucks on his own fingers to coat it with his own saliva– not too much; he doesn't have time to waste, he doesn't have much patience to even consider his own comfort.

veritas, always an efficient man, goes down to take aventurine's dick in his mouth as he spreads himself on his fingers. he had practiced fellatio many times before, aventurine as his sole target practice. he knows just how aventurine likes it, some few rolls of his tongue against aventurine's slit, a long lick to the base of his cock. if veritas feels a bit bratty, he could bite a little on aventurine's cock. it usually makes aventurine laugh menacingly and push veritas deeper into his cock. veritas feels like doing so, pressing teeth against flesh, not enough to hurt but most definitely enough to feel.

aventurine doesn't respond.

so veritas punishes himself, pushing him deeper on aventurine's cock enough for it to press against the back of his throat. enough for it to make him gag, but not enough for him to stop. he chases on the imagination that aventurine's hand was holding his head, controlling his movements so veritas would choke on his cock.

veritas pulls away before he could come from swallowing aventurine's cock. his body had adjusted too well from taking aventurine to the point that he could come without touching his own cock, a second longer with aventurine in his mouth would've send him over the edge. but that's not what veritas wants. veritas wants to come undone with aventurine's cock inside his ass.

and veritas did just that. he kneaded his ass with both of his hands, spreading it wide and taking in aventurine's cock, now at full mast (surprisingly) inside of him. he knew he hadn't prepared enough to take in aventurine's cock, but he relished in the burn of the stretch. the way it makes his body scream, the way it makes it believable that this is real– that it's aventurine inside of him.

there was no trace of the scholar in veritas as he begins to ride aventurine. shameless moans spill out from his mouth each time aventurine's cock drives deeper inside him, as it continuously rubs against his prostrate. veritas hands find purchase against aventurine's shoulders as he once again dives down to press his mouth on aventurine's, deepening into a searing kiss as he tilts his head to devour aventurine in desperation while his hips continue to grind against the gambler's groin, aventurine's cock never quite leaving before veritas' hungry hole swallows it whole again.

veritas wants– needs aventurine. he chases after aventurine's body with searing desire. it doesn't faze him that all this, at this very moment, are all one-sided; that aventurine doesn't respond to his advances. all veritas do is chase, chase, and chase.

until the point where veritas orgasmed, moaning aventurine's name as he comes. his cum shoots against both his and aventurine's body, smearing them with veritas' spend.

disappointingly, aventurine hadn't come as well.

then it again, veritas had always been the weaker of the two when it comes to endurance in sex.

veritas leans his head against aventurine's chest as he tries to catch his breath, eyes half-lidded as fatigue takes over him. despite taking selfishly from aventurine, veritas was still left unsatisfied. aventurine's voice, touches, and masterful ministration has always been key to the full experience after all– veritas lamented.

but beggars cannot be choosers.

veritas hand takes aventurine's and brings it to his own cheek, reveling in the warmth still trapped within fleshly confines. for now, this will do.

"you best not disappoint me, gambler." veritas whispers.

Veritas Ratio didn't want to admit it at first, but the IPC cornerstone has a scent that makes him a little weak on the knees. Something he's never had an issue with when dealing with other alphas he comes across. It was beginning to become a problem, because the truth of the matter is Veritas is hiding his secondary gender. Not for any malicious purposes, no, but in order to pave a tranquil path towards his goal in life.

Revealing his true secondary gender might bring him attention from places he'd rather not incite. It was better to take scent blockers and pretend he was a beta where no one will bother him.

That is, until now. Veritas can't keep up appearance with how heavy and enticing this scent is on his nose. He feels his legs become weak, forcing him to lean against the wall to support himself. Though Veritas has been detached with his true gender, he knows a little about them. Heats, mating instincts, those type of stuff. He also knows about fated mates, where the universe creates red strings of fate between two people, an alpha and an omega.

He just didn't think he'd be the recipient to such lofty designs of the universe.

From his vision, he sees the blonde walking towards him in huge strides. Veritas can't see the other man' expression, not with the sunglasses hiding his eyes, but he can sense a predator when he see one.

Veritas barely braced himself before the IPC's cornerstone took him by the arm, "Veritas Ratio, you need to get yourself somewhere safe, now." he hissed, then dragged Veritas towards emergency rooms situated around the facility for alphas and omegas who lost control.

Though Veritas expected the worst, but what ended up happening was the blonde shoving him inside the room and instructed him to lock the door, before promptly stepping outside of said room and closing the door behind him.

"Sorry," Veritas hears the alpha's voice from the other side of the door, "I didn't expect you of all people to be my fated mate. Ah, why did I even apologize, it's not like I planned this."

Veritas doesn't say anything in favor of letting the alpha continue.

"Listen, I don't want things to be complicated. I've read your files and none of it mention you being an omega, so I can only assume that you were hiding your gender. I won't tell anyone about this either, so once you recovered, I hope we can put this aside and focus on the mission."

Right, the mission. The Intelligentsia guild assigned him to be the representative, and now he's going to accompany the cornerstone for the mission. The Cornerstone that happens to be his fated mate.

What a disaster.

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Despite all their previous bravado, here they are, within Aventurine's private chamber. Veritas Ratio has been stripped naked, with his face pressed against soft pillows and ass raised high to meet the unrelenting thrusts from the alpha.

Veritas never imagined he'd succumb to his instinct and drool around the feeling of a cock lodged deep inside of his wet cunt, much less enjoying it, but Aventurine has proven to have good techniques that has forced climax upon climax on the unexperienced omega.

At this point, Veritas is incoherent, his words are slurred and most often than not interrupted by constant moans from the pleasure. Aventurine's dick was just perfect, like it belongs to be inside of him.

"You're, you're going into heat..." Aventurine states, sensing from the smell around him. The once faint smell of sandalwood becoming more thicker by the second. "Crap," he cursed, but doesn't slow down with this penetration. "I'm going into a rut as well."

Veritas with a clear mind would probably look at this situation unsavory. Veritas at present, however, tries to twist his body so he can look at Aventurine, hands weakly grabbing on the alpha's waist for support. "Knot me," he says deliriously, "I can take it. Please, please I need it."

Aventurine growls at that, his inner alpha pushed to the forefront with such a tempting invitation, and before long, his pace becomes even more brutal. Aventurine has Veritas' body folded to the point that Veritas' knees are touching his head, the alpha pressing his hands against the omega's thigh to keep him in place as he begins to piston his cock inside of the omega with wild abandon. Veritas chokes from how deep he feels the cock inside of him, how it feels as though it wants to breach against his cervix. What was left of his rational mind hopes not, it'll be far too painful.

Veritas can only receive what he was given, letting the alpha do whatever he wants with his body, allowing his body to be used for the alpha to chase his own pleasure. Each thrust of the cock punching moans after moans from the omega, and he was far too gone to feel shameful about it.

Then Veritas feels the alpha's cock begin to expand on the base before a generous amount of cum flows inside of him, straight into his womb. It makes Veritas feel far too full, but his inner omega relished in this sensation. It would be even better if the alpha claims him right this instant.

Veritas thought he'd get himself some few minutes of rest, but Aventurine has other ideas. He begins to thrust anew into Veritas, seemingly ready to go for another round. "You feel so good," Veritas hears the alpha say, "It feels like I want to stay inside of you forever."

The omega in his head keens at that. He wraps his legs around Aventurine and pushed his knee against the alpha's back in encouragement. "What's stopping you?" Veritas asks.

The very last coherent sentence he said before they drown once more in carnal desire.

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"So, I may have fallen in love with you at first sight." Aventurine admits, after all things are said and done.

"You're joking." Veritas replies, currently massaging his back after being forced to bend in various ways during their intercourse.

"No, I'm serious! I think I want to court you. Hey, don't look away. Don't you think I'm a good candidate? Don't ignore me, Veritas Ratio!"

(thank you for the prompt!!)

WAAAHHH!!! YES PLEASE!! I think Ratio will look so pretty when he's beaten up, all bruises and blood with his weapon either shattered or thrown off somewhere he can't reach. His armor is barely intact after withstanding so many hits from this monster, leaving Ratio with most of his attire torn (and for plot reason, let's say Ratio's chiseled muscles are now in plain sight). Aven had been merciless from the beginning, having no intention of letting this intruder get away after trying to kill him, but now that he sees how beautiful this man is, the monster is having second thoughts. The body seems well maintained, the breasts are plump and the nipples pink, and the face... well, it's rare for a hunter to possess such beauty! Those amber eyes that dares to stare back at him in defiance despite his obvious losing hand makes the monster a little excited. This man before him has all the qualifications to bear his young!

Now let's imagine a Ratio who's getting dragged by Aven by his legs back to the nest. Ratio forced to spread his legs wide to welcome Aven's humongous, girthy dick. Ratio who chokes every time the thick length punched his inner walls, forcing the hunter-- or should we say the hunted, to receive pleasure upon pleasure. It took a few rounds, spanning across several hours, before Ratio's mind is completely defeated. His legs refuse to close, and his holes continues to gape despite the absence of Aven's dick. All he can think about is to birth the eggs that the monster has generously deposited deep within his body...!!

AAAAAAA I'M SO SORRY I ONLY REPLIED NOW!! The horror AU is actually based on a brainrot in an aventio discord server, I just ran with the idea HAHA

BUT OMG YESSS, HE WILL DEFINITELY DO THAT!! AVEN AS THE MAIN VILLAIN WHO'S TRYING TO TRAP RATIO INSIDE THE MANSION FOREVER AND EVER, SABOTAGING EACH ONE OF RATIO'S ATTEMPT TO RUN AWAY... Aven purposely lets Ratio run only to show up at the last minute and dragging him back by the ankle... Aven who knows exactly where Ratio is hiding but chose to pretend to look around just so he can make Ratio feel a deeper sense of dread from the game of hide and seek... Ratio should look scared forever, it'll be so cute on him. He'll be the prettiest prey for Aven!!