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[sonderveiil]

Sacrilege | Angel Ratio x Demon Aventurine AU, a snippet

Sometime next week I’ll probably repost Sacrilege, an AngelDemon!Au featuring Ratiorine, and a made up worldbuilding that I hope to expand in the future…

My Ao3

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- sexually explicit content

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“What happened to you?” Aventurine muttered.

“I failed to kill a demon and was cast out of Heaven. I was an executioner.”

“For God’s sake,” Aventurine breathed. “And what were you doing in a casino?”

“I was looking for someone like you. My sin cannot be redeemed. All I want now is to atone for it—and you can help me. Kill me.”

Aventurine released him with a curse. He sheathed the dagger and turned away.

“Oh no. I’m done. I’m starving, and you’re wasting my time.”

Ratio staggered forward and caught his thigh, looking up at him with pleading eyes. Heat surged through Aventurine.

“Please,” Ratio whispered. “If you won’t kill me, then let us continue what we began.”

“Intimacy with an angel? Christ, you really are deluded. Let go.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“And for all I know you could still be trying to trick me. I told you—I want nothing to do with an angel’s games. Let me go.”

“I would never lie,” Ratio said softly. “Angels never lie.”

Despite himself, it was true. Angels were incapable of lying, not even fallen angels, with the possible exception of Lucifer. It happened automatically. His tail darted between his knees and rested on Ratio's lips. Confused, the latter lowered his eyes, but showed no sign of letting go. He opened his mouth and licked the tip. When their eyes met again, Aventurine felt his cheeks burning. The tail was the most sensitive part of an incubus. Ratio took it in his hand, caressing the tip with his thumb, from which golden blood spurted. The angel paid no attention, continuing to massage the area before taking the tip into his mouth. He was panting with desire, the fool. He licked the underside first, rubbing the slender protuberance of the tail with his other hand. Aventurine felt his legs go weak, like jelly, and a hot shiver ran through his private parts, straight to his pussy.

“Stop it, R-Ratio, for God's sake, stop it,” Aventurine ordered, pulling his tail out of his mouth. A trickle of saliva connected the tip to the angel's thin lips. “If we're going to continue this, get undressed and lie down on the sofa. You're drunk as a skunk, little angel.”

“Are you going to ride me?”

Aventurine blushed, if possible, up to his hairline. He nodded slowly, trying to regain some pride. The view from above—a fallen angel, big and muscular, yet pathetic and tipsy—shocked him. If all angels were like this, he told himself, it was time to be redeemed. Who knows, maybe in heaven they had kinks that suited him. He liked to dominate and be dominated, but Ratio seemed to be on the other side. So be it, then.

He watched Ratio get up and unbutton his jeans on the edge of the sofa. Aventurine towered over him, massaging his head with a lazy flick of his wrist. “Tell me,” he said, tilting his head. His eyes were actually focused on Ratio's fingers, working to get him down to his underwear. The swelling of his penis was impressive. “Is it true what they say? That you angels have some kind of block that prevents you from sticking it wherever you want?”

“You mean my...?”

“Yes, little angel. I'm talking about your cock. Does it have wings too?”

Ratio swallowed. He couldn't tell if the blush was due to drunkenness or desire. “It's not a rumor.”

“Let me see,” he insisted, caressing his jaw. “You're already trembling, and I've only just touched you... How long has it been since you gave in to lust, darling? Oh, right. You never have. Such splendor, fallen from the sky, and now between my legs. You really are an angel... how did I not notice before?"

When Ratio revealed his cock to Aventurine, there wasn't much to see. Small wings were wrapped around it, like a shield. Aventurine held his breath sharply, the color fading from his face for a moment, immediately replaced by a wave of dark, intoxicating heat. That was... something he had never seen before. Aventurine licked his lips and knelt down, forcefully opening Ratio's thighs. The wings, as if endowed with life and consciousness of their own, tightened even more. The incubus laughed heartily.

“God...” His eyes darkened to a stormy, predatory purple-blue, and he almost growled. “Those little wings are damn adorable, angel.”

“Be careful. From what I know, it's not easy to get them to let go.”

“How do you know? Have you tried?”

Ratio looked away, stammering, “Be quiet.”

“You're not as pure as you say you are.”

“I am blinded by sin, demon.”

“Call me sweetheart, and that makes two of us. Sin excites me.”

“That's not what I—”

Aventurine grabbed the wings, which immediately resisted— he tried to tear them off by force, then gave up. Ratio hissed through his teeth, perhaps in pain. There was no way to remove them, he was right. He made a low, feline, satisfied sound as his hands reverently traced the small wings wrapped around Ratio. He tried again, tracing the feathers with his tongue and saliva. A tremor ran through them, and Aventurine kissed them. At that point, they loosened their grip, and one of them even stretched out to massage his jaw. He could see the veins running through Ratio's dripping cock, only half erect, and smiled mischievously. He grabbed the member, not without caressing the wings first. It took patience, undoubtedly, but in the end he managed to get the better of it. The wings opened, giving him the chance to lick the tip, just the tip, bringing Ratio to a full erection. He sucked, just to elicit a moan from him.

He looked up, panting slightly.

“You're sensitive.”

“I'm afraid if you don't hurry, I'll have an... an orgasm.”

“How direct we are!”

“You're doing something to me. I can feel it.”

“Other than making you hard as a rock? Maybe. I'm sucking some of your life energy away. Not enough for you to collapse.”

“Are you going to kill me?”

“No—not today. Not tonight, at least. You have a lot of questions to answer. But first, feed me.” He stood up, opened Ratio's mouth without further ado, and spat into it. “Swallow.”

Ratio swallowed. The wave of heat that washed over him was visible to the naked eye. “What...?”

“My saliva contains an aphrodisiac. It will make you feel better, and perhaps less drunk. Did you get yourself into this condition because God kicked you out of paradise? How cute you are.”

“Stop it,” Ratio repeated for the second time. “Please ride me.”

“Your wish is my command. Now lie down, little angel.”

Aventurine went back to rubbing his cock, his other hand busy unfastening his shorts. He let out a deep, satisfied grunt when he felt Ratio tense and swell under his touch, and at the sight of his wet sex.

“And to think I haven't even started yet,” commented Aventurine. He bent down again to lick. His tongue slowly and deliberately traced the thick vein on the underside, before circling the crown with the lightest of touches. The wings around his hand fluttered nervously. His tail slowly wrapped itself around Ratio's wrist as he straddled him. He raised his voice. “How I wish you were a demon. We haven't even started and I already want to do it again.”

[samcsao3]

romance

[effemira]

i collaborated with enigmaticfool on ao3 on a new ratiorine work! i made some art and they wrote a lovely fic to go along with it, which you can read here.

[sonderveiil]

Sacrilege | Angel Ratio x Demon Aventurine AU, a repost

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A demon and an angel meet in a casino.

An AngelDemon!Au - set in a supernatural retelling of “Honkai: Star Rail”’s world

Rating: E

Chapter: 1/1

Words: 4k — COMPLETED

No archive warnings apply

Main tags: Top Dr. Ratio / Bottom Aventurine | Power Bottom Aventurine / Pathetic Top Dr. Ratio | Shamless smut | Porn with Plot

⚠️ READ THE ADDITIONAL NOTES BEFORE YOU START!

[xsoarenx]

[sonderveiil]

BRUTALIZER | minor update, Ratiorine fic

Hi! I reposted Chapter 6 after spotting minor mistakes and things I really didn’t like (don’t worry, you won’t even notice it).

Added: Sexual content at the beginning of each chapter

Read here!

[ttr777gg]

[sonderveiil]

As a writer I’m really frustrated about not being able to see private bookmarks on ao3… lemme in !!!!!! I wanna see all of y’all names !!!!

[On a serious note it’s always very important for us writers to see our fic getting publically bookmarked, it warms our heart <3]

[effemira]

public/private life

[bothpalms]

undoing

[mc-frick]

HOT BOY SUMMER!

[ttr777gg]

Aventurine × Sanrio

[sonderveiil]

BRUTALIZER | Ratiorine fanfic — Motorsports!Au

CHAPTER 6 — THE END.

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“In life he has no certainties and fundamentally believes nothing is equal to anything else, but this is tangible and gives him a meaning. Veritas’ lips on his skin. Aventurine tightens his legs imperceptibly. Or at least he hopes so. It feels like a leap into the void, fastening oneself to love.”

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MotGP!Au - set in a modern retelling of “Honkai: Star Rail”’s world

Rating: E

Chapter: 6/6 - “Swingarm”

Words: 80k — COMPLETED

No archive warnings apply

Main tags: Top Dr. Ratio / Bottom Aventurine | Power Bottom Aventurine / Service Top Dr. Ratio | Toxic relationship | Angst with a happy ending

⚠️ READ THE ADDITIONAL TRIGGER WARNINGS BEFORE YOU START!

[sonderveiil]

BRUTALIZER | Ratiorine fic, a snippet

Link to the entire fic 🔗

From Chapter 6 (no spoiler!) — soft Ratio x soft Aven 🔞 w bl0wjob ~

[ Modern Au — Rider Ratio x Manager Aventurine ]

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In the first days of October, returning from the hospital after a final check-up, the two of them spend their days almost entirely at rest. The next important race is in November, but before that come the selections, intermediary races, press meetings, and work dinners with sponsors. Since they have a week before all of that begins again, Aventurine allows himself to grow complacent, and Veritas does the same, spending most hours in bed, keeping each other company. Aventurine works at the computer only four hours a day, and Veritas answers emails to help him with management.

Nothing else happens. They work little, cook a homemade meal, watch a film every evening curled up together in bed. Because of the surgery, which involves a very long recovery time, they have not gone very far. Aventurine has allowed himself to be undressed, and the most they have done is watch Veritas come between his thighs—and the sight has, in truth, aroused him. For that reason they have not done it again. Two weeks must pass before he can touch himself.

On the ninth of October, Aventurine makes a decision.

Veritas sits on the bed, reading a novel with his reading glasses. He has been called away several times during the day, during which Aventurine has tried, with little success, to speak to him. Slowly he lowers himself and crawls across the covers until he rests his head against his chest. Veritas accepts the embrace, and for several minutes they remain in silence, reading together.

“Are you happy?” he asks, a murmur.

“Yes,” Veritas replies. “Very.”

“I feel rather calm as well.”

Veritas tousles his hair with an affectionate gesture. “You seem comforted. Though I imagine you must have something to tell me.”

“Is it so strange that I want to hold you?”

“It’s strange that you’re so quiet today.”

Aventurine lifts his head, takes the book, and sets it on the bedside table. Then he leans toward his lips without thinking twice and kisses him before a negative thought can occur. Veritas returns the kiss, his lips soft against Aventurine’s, but the latter keeps his eyes open to look at him. Suddenly he finds his back against the mattress, their positions reversed, Veritas’ hands gripping his green sweatshirt. Instinctively the manager closes his legs around his waist, and now they are very close, so close that their chests collide and their breathing becomes one. Together, now. Together, forever.

With his lips still half joined to Veritas’ by a thread of saliva, Aventurine murmurs, “I wanted to tell you that I’ve been thinking.”

“About what?”

“We should take a break.”

“I don’t understand.”

Veritas moves as though to pull away and tilts his head, but Aventurine draws him back over himself, taking him gently by the hair. “No… stay. Stay here. Please. I mean I’ve been thinking about what you said—that we’re a team. Ever since we met it’s as though we’ve been chasing each other. One moment we shook hands, the next we were having sex in the garage. Isn’t that a little strange?”

“Well… yes. But now we’re different.”

“Different how?”

“This,” Veritas gestures around them, “is different. You’ve never held me like this.”

Aventurine blushes and stumbles over his own words. “It… it’s true. I mean…”

“So? What’s the problem?”

“The problem is that I want this to mean something in the long run. I want the chance to reflect on you, just as you should have the right to decide whether you truly want me. Do you understand what I mean?”

“You want us to follow steps, like in training?”

“Yes. As if we were training,” Aventurine murmurs, his gaze fixed on his lips. He brings his hands to Veritas’ cheeks and strokes the hairs growing along his high cheekbones like the peaks of sharp mountains. “After the surgery I feel as though I’ve been reborn. I spoke to Jade about us—that I was confused, and that my decision to make myself sterile didn’t depend on you but on something I couldn’t free myself from. That’s when I realized our relationship has never had the chance to germinate. Do you follow?”

“Of course. It makes sense. I’ve been thinking about it too.”

“Then would you like to start again from the beginning? Like a team.”

“So that you’re only my manager and I’m your rider?”

“Not only that. You have to understand whether you still want me. You’ve had some terrible depressive relapses over the years, and I want to give you the chance to find an alternative.”

Veritas finally pulls away, and this time Aventurine does not try to hold him close. He kneels on the mattress staring into the void, and just as Aventurine had expected, his eyes redden and he lifts an arm to wipe away the tears that fall freely onto the fabric of his shirt.

When Veritas cries, he does not sob. He is calm, and yet at the same time he trembles like a leaf. “I already made a decision when you fell from the bike months ago.”

“Okay,” Aventurine says. “And what would that be?”

“I want you. But not just as my manager. I can’t give a name to what I feel for you, but I want to spend my days with you. Like today. Or yesterday. That’s enough for me.”

“You don’t hate me? Not even after what I did to you?”

“I can’t,” the rider replies, shaking his head. “We hurt each other. But as for me, I’m still at the station where you left me.”

Aventurine’s gaze softens and he moves closer again. “I’m still in front of the screen, watching you win.”

“I’m in my childhood bedroom, listening to your voice.”

“I’m in the reflection of the aventurine you gave me,” he says a few centimeters from his lips. He is almost on the verge of tears. “I’m on your bike. I’m racing with you. I am—”

It is not clear who does it first, but the kiss arrives, sudden and desperate, and Aventurine steadies himself against Veritas’ shoulders while Veritas wraps his arms around his hips, anchoring him to himself. Aventurine pushes him back against the pillows and now he is the one above him, even though they cannot go any further than that. He must find an alternative, and so he pulls off his sweatshirt, guiding Veritas’ hands to his nipples. Veritas obeys and squeezes them between his fingertips, drawing a needy moan from him. His attention turns to a different fantasy. It is not clear why it surfaces now, but in the absence of penetration it seems an excellent alternative—an experiment, so to speak.

“Tell me, Veritas, have I ever sucked your cock?”

Veritas looks at him, frowning. “What? No… I don’t think so.”

“Yes or no?”

“No.”

“Have you ever asked me?”

“No. Do you want to?”

“It’s been a while since I’ve done it,” Aventurine admits, uneasy. “I don’t like kneeling. Would you mind if we did it while you’re lying down?”

“You want to…?”

“Yes.”

Aventurine works at the rider’s belt while he remains still, watching, still confused. Crouched between his slightly parted legs, Aventurine removes his trousers, stroking the hard cock beneath the fabric. Veritas sinks his head against a pillow and exhales through his teeth. There’s no need for you to do this, he tries to say, but the words emerge as a low grunt when Aventurine kisses the head of the erection.

He unbuttons the remaining buttons of his shirt, kissing his lower abdomen, then lower still, removing his underwear. Naked from the waist down, Aventurine wets his lips. He knows Veritas is well endowed, but from this close it inspires a certain intimidation—so long, veined, and heavy. He fears his hands are too small for it.

“Well, look at you. I’ve never been this close to this thing in five years.”

“Don’t… call it ‘thing’. And don’t point out that—fuck.”

Aventurine takes it in his hand and Veritas bends his right leg, rubbing it against the rumpled sheets in surprise. The last time Aventurine let someone fuck his mouth had been seven years ago, with the brother of the rider Pearl at a party where he had had two options: either drink, have sex, and wake the next day in a stranger’s bed remembering nothing, or spend the night pretending to be cordial toward unbearable guests. Of Sugilite he remembers nothing, except that sucking him had felt like eating a meal that had gone bad a week earlier.

Aventurine looks at Veritas languidly, then at his tense, rigid muscles. Bringing his mouth closer to his member, he says, “Hold onto my head. Guide me.”

Veritas can do nothing about it—and anyway, Aventurine thinks, it’s not as though he wants to escape his grasp. He grips his hair. Meanwhile Aventurine begins by licking the tip. Veritas moans in anticipation, but Aventurine continues to tease him before finally taking him fully into his mouth. An assault on the head, from which a bead of pre-cum emerges; the erection brushes his jaw, heavy on his wet tongue. Veritas guides his head gently, and together they lose themselves in the moment, gradually growing more confident.

It is a new sensation, it’s true, but not embarrassing at all, and Aventurine feels no need to pull away except to breathe. Veritas does not try to force the matter, preferring to let Aventurine decide. Even so, his fingers anchor themselves in his blond locks, as though afraid he might disappear at any moment. Aventurine pulls away only to trace the pulsing vein running from the glans down the shaft; one hand cups his testicles before he returns to sucking.

It is comfortable. Wet, warm in just the right way. For the first time he does not catch himself thinking disgusting. It is as though he is the one orchestrating everything, even now. As though he has the power to decide when it begins and when it ends. As though, given Veritas’ consent, he is free to explore this new experience without any hurry.

“Come here,” the rider murmurs. His beautiful rider, cheeks flushed and breath quickened, who wants him as no one has ever desired him. “Let me kiss you.”

Aventurine agrees, letting the member slip free with a soft pop, imagining that his lips must be very red by now, his hair disheveled as though he has just woken from a pleasant dream. They kiss just as Aventurine feels a warmth gathering around the fingers still wrapped around Veritas’ cock. He comes, biting the manager’s lower lip. And so Aventurine brings his fingers first to his own mouth, tasting him, then to Veritas’, allowing him to do the same.

So that they may be one person, one rider, one last time.

[kepsik]

[ttr777gg]

[sonderveiil]

BRUTALIZER | Ratiorine fanfic — Motorsports!Au

CHAPTER 6 — THE END.

Link 🔗

“In life he has no certainties and fundamentally believes nothing is equal to anything else, but this is tangible and gives him a meaning. Veritas’ lips on his skin. Aventurine tightens his legs imperceptibly. Or at least he hopes so. It feels like a leap into the void, fastening oneself to love.”

- 🏍️ ;

MotGP!Au - set in a modern retelling of “Honkai: Star Rail”’s world

Rating: E

Chapter: 6/6 - “Swingarm”

Words: 80k — COMPLETED

No archive warnings apply

Main tags: Top Dr. Ratio / Bottom Aventurine | Power Bottom Aventurine / Service Top Dr. Ratio | Toxic relationship | Angst with a happy ending

⚠️ READ THE ADDITIONAL TRIGGER WARNINGS BEFORE YOU START!