An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Dr. STONE (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Stanley Snyder/Xeno Houston Wingfield, Asagiri Gen & Ishigami Senkuu, Ishigami Senkuu & Kingdom of Science Ensemble
Characters: Stanley Snyder, Xeno Houston Wingfield, Ishigami Senkuu, Asagiri Gen, Chrome (Dr. STONE), Ruri (Dr. STONE), Suika (Dr. STONE), Chelsea Childe, Ibara (Dr. STONE)
Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Mystery, Adventure
Summary:
Xeno was dying. He was smart enough to know it without a doubt. He drifted through the darkest depths of the sea, the faint glow of the outer dome providing just enough light to watch the blood from his wounds bloom into the water. Shadows moved through the murk, circling ever closer as his vision blurred. A flash of gold caught the dim light. Certain the deep-ocean predators had found him, he closed his eyes and surrendered to unconsciousness.
Hey y’all. I did a thing~ It’s StanXeno-centric and ridiculously slow burn.
I'll just use 3rd person, but imagine if Stanley gets blackmailed—and it's not about himself, it's about Xeno. Just something that would permanently ruin Xeno's career forever, so he gotta cooperate to save his bestfriend.
The condition? Have sex with the blackmailer for a year, every night no matter where. Halfway throughout the year though he found out the blackmailer never meant to target Xeno, but him.
Biggest twist tho? They're a fucking yandere, obsessed with HIM and making up delusions about fucking him everyday for the whole day.
So now Stanley isn't just dealing with a dangerous person who could technically send Xeno to hell with a snap of their fingers but also a lunatic who will never let him go, stalks him and uses his best friend for leverage.
Honestly I'm dissapointed in myself bc I've been dragging this project for soo long TT But anyway your Ryustan request is out, this is my first time writing full smut so I hope its not too cringe for your taste (ｰдｰ)
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The silence of Stanley's quarter was triple the amount of his confusion. "What do you think you're doing?" He asked, frowning at the man on top of him.
"Being considerate?" It was a simple answer, but to Stanley—that was the ultimate bash of his ego. Why is this idiot touching him like that? "Are you fucking with me? Don't treat me like glass, Nanami."
Ryusui didn't seem to mind the soldier’s snappy tone, words against words—after all, Stanley was the one challenging him to be the top, doesn't that mean he gets to decided what they do?
Both were operating in silence, but the tension was thick enough to replace speeches itself. Ryusui cautiously move his fingers along Stanley's abs, absorbed in his own pace to notice the impatient amber eyes staring at him.
Perhaps it was fate—or a twisted game he was tangled up into that had caused him to hook up with his co worker. Either way it's too late to go back, might as well embrace the sensation.
Time was moving so slow, so slow that it seems far off from the clock. He finally reached the belt, with a fluid motion—unbuckling it like the million times he'd done with himself before.
Stanley's hips gave a little twist—an invitation for what's underneath. Careful as it is—Ryusui finally got to the last layer, pulling the trousers aside, just down the soldier's thighs, paused, then slipped it off completely.
"Can't ya be quicker?"
"Don't rush, I want to make this enjoyable."
"Fine then, whatever you want…"
He lifted Stanley's legs, getting both into position. "Tell me if it hurts, m'kay?"—"… Ok.". Ryusui coated a generous amount of saliva onto his fingers before testing and teasing the entrance—with a decisive movement, plunged into him.
"There's no lubricant, this'll do." After settling in and around for a bit—Stanley's originally tightened state quickly relaxed. Ryusi took the sign well, thrusted in a second finger. The process was agonizingly slow, but wasn't as bad as Stanley had imagined.
Maybe the Nanami isn't bad after all…
"Mhm… t's good now." He rumbled, softly batting his lashes. "Well then,… may I?" Ryusui—from when he couldn't have recounted already had his cock out, just waiting for the words. Stanley furrowed his brows, another wave of confusion hit him.
"Just go— Y'know there's no one here to act for.."
"As you wish." Ryusui was seemingly unfazed by the man's hostility, removing his fingers first—which were already missing the warm and soft place of Stanley's body. Then he aligned himself—cock entering slowly and whilst making sure they settled in comfortably. "Should I go further?"
Stanley scowled, "Just go, you're wasting my time.". He breathed a heavy sigh as he felt the pressure moved back an inch, then plunged in again—deeper. The pace started fairly slow, with Ryusui holding his hips like porcelain and thrusting in and out in a steady rhythm.
His eyes batted—the first thing that hit him wasn't no flushed face, but Stanley's narrowed gaze. "Go faster, it's not stimulating enough." He ordered, despite being the reciever, his natural habit of taking the lead—even being pinned never changed.
"You're considerably grumpy today." The pace, still controlled but noticeably faster. None spoke much, the rhythmic sound of skin slapping and their occasional heaves were the only audible occupation in the room.
Stanley wrapped his arms around Ruysui's neck, pulling him closer for the first kiss. Unfortunately—one can only last so long before they both had to pull back, leaving a single stubborn string of saliva linking both swollen mouths.
"I know you're holding back—tryna be a gentleman?" He rasped out, gazing up through his long eyelashes. Ryusui didn't answer, yet the shift was clear. His breathing grew heavier, face flushed a shade of crimson only at this moment—did anyone ever see.
Stanley's prostate was induced in a relentless cycle of pleasure especially now that the sailor decided he wasn't holding back either. "Fuck…" It could be barely recognized as a whisper, he could smell the fleeting scent of woody warthm—probably from whatever fancy incense Ryusui's induced before the sex and himself as their skin rubbed together.
Stanley’s fingers bit into the fabric of the sheets, his nails bunching the cotton as the cadence shifted. The initial frustration of being handled with care—of Ryusui treating him like someone who might break under pressure—dissipated into the heavy, grounding reality of the man actually listening to him.
Ryusui didn’t yield his ground entirely, but he yielded enough to let Stanley dictate the intensity, a delicate dance between the sailor's natural desire to conquer and the soldier's absolute refusal to be diminished.
Stanley let out a rough, half-strangled sound of his version of a groan, pulling Ryusui down by the nape of his neck until their mouths crashed together again. It wasn't the gentle, hesitant press of before; it was bruising, urgent, and heavy with the spiced wood scent that seemed permanently anchored to Ryusui’s skin.
For a moment, the room narrowed down to the friction of skin, the ragged sync of their breathing, and the dizzying realization that neither of them was going to win this tug-of-war—because neither of them wanted to let go.
When the sharp, white-hot peak finally caught up to them, it took the fight right out of Stanley's chest, leaving him gasping against Ryusui’s shoulder with his eyes squeezed shut.
Ryusui went still above him, chest heaving, his weight a heavy, comforting anchor in the quiet dark of the room. He eventually pulled out, fresh—hot cum flowed out of Stanley onto his thighs, coating the sheet. Neither spoke for a long stretch of time. The clock on the bulkhead ticked on, indifferent to the storm that had just passed through.
Ryusui eventually shifted, sliding carefully to the side without breaking the line of contact entirely, his thumb brushing a stray lock of damp blonde hair away from Stanley’s forehead.
Stanley didn’t swat the hand away. He only opened one amber eye, glaring half-heartedly at the ceiling. "Don't look at me like that."
"Like what?" Ryusui’s voice was laced with a quiet, infuriating satisfaction.
"I was just thinking... you're a difficult man to please, Snyder."
"Shut up," Stanley muttered, though his arm moved just enough to keep Ryusui from drifting any further away. "Just... go to sleep, Nanami."
Art cred: Mao from Pixiv (omg I highly recommend themmm)
