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[E] Port Mafia, Armed Detective Agency non-requested! pm execs n ada x reader — children mention ﾉ f!reader, fluff and smut, song. in depth descriptions, use of 'yuu,' p in v, making love, praise, slight nipple play + lactation, missionary: fukuzawa. use of 'rintatoru,' not listening to doctors orders, mention of labor, cunnilingus, breeding kink, lactation, praise: mori. fingering, use of 'tetsuo,' soft sex, p in v, whimpery male, missionary, overstimulation, teasing: kunikida. teasing, doggy, p in v, choking, he says "shut up," creampie: chuuya. teasing, fingering, slight dumbification, spooning: dazai. reader is called a bitch, doggy-ish, over a counter, bondage using his gift, p in v: akutagawa. about the artist! havin' technical difficulties, so formatting and headers r gonna look different for a couple of weeks. gunna post dis rn n do atsushi n hirotsu tmmr

FUKUZAWA, KUNIKIDA, DAZAI, 'N ATSUSHI !

YUKICHI FUKUZAWA never openly accepted the idea of having children, though he never rejected it either. Perhaps seeing you be so motherly and caring towards Ranpo and Yosano had sparked a bit of feeling inside of him. That's exactly how you ended up with two children, scratch that—three children running around your home because Ranpo had joined in. When Fukuzawa walked through the door of his home, he definitely wasn't expecting this. Though the sweet sound of your laughter brought a smile to his face, along with how you carefully tended to your hyper active children. "Oh? Papa's home! Go bother him," you whisper to the twins, one boy, one girl. "You might as well go too, Ranpo." You chuckle and ruffle the boy's hair as a faint blush appears on his cheeks. He listens to you; although, his approach to your husband was a lot calmer than the 6-year-olds attacking his legs. Fukuzawa notices the soft look in your eyes when he pats Ranpo on the head, picking up his little girl who blows a raspberry at his little boy. It's not too long until it's bedtime. The kids must've gotten their rough and hard sleeping from you as they're knocked out 3 minutes after you both tuck them in. Ranpo says goodbye, looking at Fukuzawa strangely before leaving. The second your husband closes the door his hand rests on your waist, "We should have another." Slightly taken aback, you question his words to be met with a kiss. "I know I'm getting old, but let's try for another, yes? I miss your stomach and seeing you play with them...I just- I want to put another inside of you." You chuckle, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Yes, yes, just bring me to bed." 0:34 ─●──────── -4:35 Your whimpers and moans are music to his ears. He feels your delicate hands ghost along the many scars implanted into his skin. Amazement always filled you when you felt and saw no scar on his back, he was a true swordsman in the eyes of many. But he simply loses that title with you the second your nails cast temporary wounds onto his skin. Bumps and redend skin follow the path of your nails with every deep thrust into your cunt. His mouth his pressed to yours, tongues entangled in a dance to (unfortunately) keep those lovely sounds of yours from your children's ears. "Yuu, Yuu!" you sigh his name, chest lifted in the air with each thrust. "Shh, shh, you're doing so well for me, darling. Just a little longer," he coos, lips latching onto your breasts, as if he didn't speak those words rounds ago. "I c-can't! No more," you whine with glossy eyes. Fukuzawa detaches from your nipple, snapping his hips to your. "I promise, it'll be all over. Just one more time. Let me fill you one more time," he whispers soothingly, pressing his lips to the tears that slip. Your heels dig into his lower as he peppers your face in kisses. You've never felt more love than now when he touches you so gently, lips, hips, and fingertips. "Oh, that's it. That's it darling, I can feel you," he whispers into your neck with his calloused hand pressed to your tummy. You nod feverishly, whimpers escaping your parted lips. "Come with me?" Fukuzawa whispers, speeding his hips up a bit, "Cum with me." There's a slight growl in his voice that you notice, one that sends you over the edge, clamping harshly around his cock. "Thatsitthatsitthatsit! Oh, good girl," he whispers, dumping yet another load inside of you. There are chuckles and rough breathing in the air as you both come down. "Lay down, let me clean you up."

DOPPO KUNIKIDA is not bold, he's blunt. It was funny how long it took him to talk to you. It was obvious that he was falling and falling hard for you, hell, you found solace in his idealist ways. You laughed and agreed with most of the things inside his notebook. When Dazai showed you Kunikida's notebook, you couldn't help but chuckle at how...extreme the 58 requirements fit a spouse were, but also at how you fit every single one. Hence, it wasn't a surprise when you started dating, or when he got down on one knee, or when two little boys are chasing their younger sister around. The oldest is 7, the middle being 6, and the baby girl being 5. The door clicks and the children instantly stop. "Daddy!" your little girl shouts, (surprisingly) dodging her brothers like a pro to reach the door. The second it opens three children attack Kunikida's legs making him fall over. A gleeful chuckle leaves your lips at the sight, and it was like music to his ears. He struggles to get up trying to pry the children off of him to no avail. "Boys! Baby girl, come here!" you kneel, outstretching your arms to be met with your children. Kunikida couldn't help but smile at the sight, watching as you easily usher them to the bathroom for the bedtime routine Kunikida carefully crafted. "Welcome home, dear!" he hears you shout. He couldn't help but blush at how well you handled them, organizing the rowdy children. "Your an excellent mother, my love. You could've let me help," he whispers when you close the door to their shared bedroom. "It's alright, dear. You do enough," you press a loving kiss to his lips. "You know... because you're such a good mother, why don't we try for another one?" he hesitantly whispers looking at the wall. A soft chuckle leaves your lips, "I thought that was against the ideals in your notebook." He hears the tease in your voice. He sighs with a smile, "It can change." 0:34 ─●──────── -4:35

"A-Ah! Tet-Tetsuo!" You whine his name, thighs trembling around his forearm. His fingers curl into just the right spot, having your cunt spasm in his fingers, coating it in another layer of cum. "Fuck," you sigh, sniffing in overstimulation. "Shh, darling. Breathe," he coos, with a kiss to your lips. His fingers slip from your heat, tips to his lips before he cleans his hand of your cum. Your eyes travel to the red tip peeking from his black boxers. Pre-cum beads at the head, rolling down to stain the fabric. "Need it," you whisper, lips locked onto yours. "Need it." Kunikida shushes you with another kiss, sliding down his boxers carefully. "I'm giving it to you," he whispers, lining his tip to your entrance. Kunikida near whimpers when he slides in to the hilt. Your pussy gripping him like a vice. You could swear he almost came from it. "Ah, you feel so good, my love." Your fingers grip onto the flesh of his biceps, taking his slow yet deep thrusts like always. An uncharacteristic whine leaves Kunikida's lips when your heels dig into his back, pushing him deeper into you. "Oh, fuck—" you curse, "Come on baby, you have more stamina than that." You feel him shudder above you, fingers tangled in his hair. "Come on baby, come on," you coo, desperation filling your voice the more you speak. "I am, I am," he whisper, letting out a shaky moan. Kunikida's hips speed up, his breaths coming out in sighs and huffs. "Another. Are you alright with another?" Kunikida whimpers. You feverishly nod, "Mhmmhmmhm!" Kunikida hisses as he cums, teeth gritted in pleasure when you yank his hair. Rough pants are heard you both come down from your highs. "Really want that baby huh?" You tease Kunikida. He smiles kissing your cheek. "We'll have to try a couple more times, my love."

OSAMU DAZAI shouldn't have kids. He of all people having kids? Plural? It's a recipe for disaster isn't it? Yet, he's somehow seduced a beautiful woman like you (much to Kunikida's surprise) who accepted him, and even gave birth. Dazai was never one for showing weakness, even the possibilty of it was enough for him to abstain from...activities (without protection at least). You stand in the kitchen, cooking dinner as your three children run around the house. Dazai, and your two boys throwing toy balls and invisible bullets at one another. With a sigh you bang a metal spoon into a pot. "Come on, soilders! Time to eat!" Dazai smiles, clapping. "Go sit down! Mama mad us dinner," he smirks, chasing them to the table. "What's for dinner?" Dazai smiles, sitting down at the table. "Your favorite! Canned beans," you set down the can in front of him, he bites his lip, looking up at you. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding," you set down the day's dinner, smiling at eager the kids are to eat. After dinner, the kids rush to their rooms for their bedtime routine as you clean. You feel Dazai's hands glide along your waist. "Your touchy today, what do you want?" Dazai frowns in fake offense, "Ah~ I'm appalled you think something as simple as touching you means—" You glare at him, making him stop his sentence. "Dazai?" He sighs, rolling his eyes, "Okay fine, your—" Then the kids yell from their room for you to come tuck them in. "We'll talk about it," you whisper. "Sure! Talk..." 0:34 ─●──────── -4:35 Dazai inhales, smelling the scent of the soap you use. "Mm, you smell so good!" he whispers into your neck. Your bare back is to his chest as you lay down in your shared bed. Your leg is lifted as his lithe fingers explore the insides of you, slick coating his hand. A whine in ripped from your lips as his fingers curl inside of you. He chuckles when your hips jolt, "You alright? Can't handle it?" You huff at his teasing, "I want more. You know that, please." Dazai kisses the back of your neck. "Come on, beg. You know how to do it," he whispers. "Baby, please. Please, I need your cock," you plead in a whisper, eyes glossy as his fingers remain filling you. "Please?" You hear him hum, then the sound of a zipper follows. You feel his mushroom tip rub between your folds. "Osamu Dazai, stop playing with me," you curse, only to moan when Dazai's hips buck up against you. "Oh! Fuck—!" Dazai pats your thigh, "Quiet. Don't wanna wake up the kids, do you?" A whimper leaves your lips as Dazai's arms wrap around your waist, hips smacking your ass. You feel your stomach tightening, hips stuttering at Dazai's thrusts. One of his hands moves up to play with your nipples, driving you closer to an orgasm. A light whimper leaves your lips as your thighs quiver, forced open by your lover's hand. "Baby, I—Oh shit," you curse, eyes crossed and lashes fluttering. You cum hard on his cock, rolling over on your stomach. Dazai smiles at the shaking of your body, your eyes unfocused and clouded with lust. He lifts your hips with smack to the sore flesh of your ass. "Come on girl, we're not finished."

ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA

MORI, CHUUYA, AKUTAGAWA, 'N HIROTSU !

OUGAI MORI isn't—wasn't, exactly suited for the role of father. An underground doctor like him with such skills and ideals aren't meant for the eyes and ears of children. Nor is a mafia boss willing to do any and everything. And yet, when he saw you coming to him for help, he couldn't help but think of the future. And when he touched you so delicately, you couldn't help but think of the future. It was a surprise, a good one, but a surprise nonetheless. His hand touched your swollen belly, rubbing it softly as he whispers to your baby. He'd never admit it, though he was extremely excited for the child you call your son to be born. And the day you went into labor was a hectic one, he was hesitant about allowing the knowledge of you to even his trusted subordinates, but he did. You rested in the room hidden behind his office, suffering through labor as an ungodly amount of security was put around the 'Mori Corporation' building. Then there was a cry, and then he smiled. Your son was only 3 weeks now. Handling a newborn was certainly a hassle, but handling your husband was much harder. His eyes never left the pudge you have, nor your breasts when it was time to feed your child. "Six weeks, Rintarou. It's been three and a half," you huff at his fake pout while he soothingly rubs your sides. "Aw, come now, dearest. You're perfectly fine! Just—Just the tip?" he pouts, earning a glare from you. "You look too good!" And then there was an insane amount of skepticism on your part. "I look "too good"? Your baby has made my body...this. I'm in sweatpants, Rintarou," you speak bluntly. The look of disbelief and offense on your husband's face surprised you. "Oh no, that's not going to work. It seems I'll have to convince you to take that thought back. May I? Dearest." 0:34 ─●──────── -4:35 "A-Ah! Rin-Rintar—mmph!" Your fingers are tangled in his jet black hair, nails raking against his scalp, his lips mouthing at your pussy. "We're supposed to wait!" You whine, thighs tightening around his head. Mori is fully aware its typical for women to wait 6 weeks before engaging in intercourse, but unfortunately, he couldn't wait. You look gorgeous, and he hates that you believe otherwise. His lips kiss your tummy, teeth nipping at the skin. His gloved hands knead your plush skin. Mori's tongue dips between your folds, lapping up the slick your cunt can't help but produce, that nose you love so much bumping against your clit. He lifts his head from in between your legs, grinning down at you. His lips press a kiss to your wrist; a satisfied sigh leaves his lips when your fingers carefully tug the hair tie from his hair. "Do me a favor?" His left hand cups your cheek, his thumb ghosting along your lip before your teeth hook onto the glove, tugging it from his skin. "Thank you." Mori's lips roam around your body as if inspecting it for the first time. His right hand trails down to your vulva, teasing the wet folds. Every kiss, every squeeze, every touch, he whispers praise. "So beautiful," he whispers, lining his cock to you; he rolls his hips into you, his cock sliding into you.

Those violet eyes roam your trembling form, locking on your breasts. His hands cup the mounds of flesh, squeezing them gently; the look on his face suggests he's relishing in your reactions. Mori leans down, his lips encasing your hard bud, running his tongue along it carefully. "Ah! Rin, your gonna—!" A whine leaves your throat when he sucks on your nipple, the familiar feeling of milk being pulled from you. The cream colored liquid streams from you into his lips and onto his large hand. He hums at the taste, his eyelashes flutter closed. The way you whine and clench around him almost made him cum right there. Perhaps that altered his brain. Possibly having two mini you's running around isn't so bad. His eyes are clouded with an animalistic lust, hips rutting into you in desperation. "Oh, we have to make another one."

CHUUYA NAKAHARA didn't think he'd even remotely get to the 'settle down' phase. He definitely didn't think there'd be a mini ginger giggling in his arms while he attempts to grab his hat. "If he gets your height, I'm crying," you'd tease, earning a glare from him. A chuckle leaves your lips at his expression, though your voice soon quiets as you watch Chuuya admire his son. Hands carefully touching his cheeks, ghosting over his light eyelashes, and comparing hands. The baby giggles, looking up at his father with wide and curious eyes. "Don't grow up too fast on me, little sheep." His voice is a whisper as he playful puts a fist to the baby's chin, "Or I'll beat you up." With a smile, you walk up and kiss Chuuya's cheek, then your son's forehead. "No fighting boys." Chuuya shrugs, "We're not fighting, mommy. Are we?" he looks down at the laughing baby. "He says no." Chuuya walks after you carrying the 5-month-old in his arms. "Speaking of fighting, momma. I think we should try...I don't know...a little fighting in bed?" You chuckle and turn around, opening the door to the nursery. "Really?" You smirk. Chuuya shrugs, "We haven't done it in a while. Y'know, we could try while the cockblocker is asleep." A hum leaves your lips as you easily slip the baby from Chuuya's grasp, laying him down to get ready for nap. "Mm, if you ask nicely," you whisper, patting the baby's back. Chuuya sighs, "Please." 0:34 ─●──────── -4:35 "Shit—" Chuuya curses, face buried in your neck. His hands are beneath him, rubbing along the sides of your arched back. His hips snap into your ass. A breathy moan leaves your lips, "Tryna fill me up, huh?" Chuuya laughs into your skin. "Gotta make my baby's mama feel good. I'm not the only one who's—fuck!" Chuuya's hips stutter, balls tightening when to clamp around him. "Come on, pm executive. You gotta have more stamina than that," you tease, fingers entangling in his messy and long hair. You hear a 'tch' come from your lover before his hips speed up, thrusts harder and faster as you yelp in surprise. "Oh? That surprised you didn't it?" Chuuya laughs, pressing sloppy kisses to the back and sides of your neck, "Trust me. Your gonna learn what it's like to deal with a Port Mafia executive." You let out a breathy moan, attempting to keep up the teasing, "Yeah we'll see shortly," you chuckle, "Get it? Cuz your a shorty and we're cumming—" You feel a hand wrap around your neck, interrupting your words. "Shut up," he whispers, lifting you up to his chest, enjoying the choked moans leaving your plump lips. He turns your head, lips connecting to yours. He sighs as your eyelids flutter closed, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. "Chuu—Chuuya," you whisper into his lips, cumming hard when his hand presses down on your lower stomach. As you squeeze around him, trying to milk his cock for all its worth, he cums, thrusts slowing until he lets you fall into the pillows. His softened cock slips from you, though he can feel arousal pooling as he watching his cum ooze from your pussy. He leans down, lips on the shell of your ear. "Ready to take this "shorty" again?"

RYŪNOSUKE AKUTAGAWA hadn't expected for you to get pregnant. Hell, he didn't think he'd have a girlfriend, much less sex. Gin teased him about his shocked reaction when he found out. Nevertheless, he's a nervous father. He didn't even pick up the baby for the first day until you forced him to. He's bold, but somehow he got timid once his little girl was born. Well, when she was first born. Now that she's one, he's gotten a whole lot bolder. "Mama, look!" Your little girl runs around, burning this energy from an unidentifiable source. Neither you, nor Akutagawa have this much energy. Perhaps it was just because she was a child, but it's exhausting nonetheless. "I'm looking!" You shout, 100% not looking, though you feel as if she's about to her herself using your "Mommy Instincts," Akutagawa calls it. "Babe," you call, seconds later you hear his voice groan "Rashomon!" in slight annoyance. When you look over, your daughter has a black strip wrapped around her middle, the little seconds away from running into the TV stand. "Thank you," you whisper, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Akutagawa sighs, setting your daughter down to play. You get up, cleaning the kitchen so not to build up mess when cooking dinner later. Then two arms wrap around your waist the "scary gangster" of a baby daddy you have resting behind you. One of his hands dips under your pant line. "Ryu," you whisper, "The kid." You hear him hum. "Said kid is knocked out on the floor," he whispers back, kissing your neck. "Doesn't mean she can't wake up soon." Akutagawa huffs, "She's a cockblocker, one who's asleep. And who's also, a hard sleeper." You turn, glaring at the man. "Are you serious?" 0:49 ─●──────── -3:50 "Bitch, bend over," he curses, pushes your front down on the counter. "Let me bend over, damn!" You whisper-shout, "And you call me a bitch again, I'm stabbing you with that kitchen knife." Akutagawa grunts, mumbling a 'whatever' and he pulls down your pants, letting them pool at your ankles. You feel his tip push into you and whine. Before you can cover your mouth, Akutagawa goes it for you, rasping "Rashomon," before strips of black wrap around your mouth and hands. Your eyes water from the situation, though you don't ask him to stop or slow down. He buried himself to the the hilt, hisses at how you clench around him. A muffled moan leaves your lips. "What was that about this being a crazy idea?" he whispers with cold lips pressed to the shell of your ear. Akutagawa grunts, eyes trained on the sleeping toddler in your living room. His hips smack against your ass, his length reaching all of the right spots. "Ryu!" You whine although it's muffled. "Ryu!" he almost laughs at the desperation you have in your voice. "Ah~" he whispers, lithe fingers digging into your sides. He begins to curse in your ear, hips speeding up as your toddler shifts on the floor. Your feet flex, knees buckling in pleasure. "Fuck—" he curses, biting into your shoulder as he cums. The bite sends arousal through you, drool pooling out of the corner of your lips, your cum coating his cock. Your little girl sniffs, getting up off of the floor as Rashomon quickly disappears. "Mommy?" She looks at the two of you with confusion. "Just lay down baby, gimme a second."

RYŪRŌ HIROTSU

PREMIUM PACKAGE USERS: none :(

ARTIST MESSEGE: "can u tell i luv fukuzawa? and (mori) ahem atsushi? sum of dem i had 2 cut short n stuff and i wasn't going all out. but fukuzawa is by far da best of da bunch. i luved makin' dis. never felt so gud abt ma ritin'! i also used da real names of da irl counterparts. esp. kuni cuz saying doppo is kinda weird n i don't wana call him by his last name cuz their married, sooo. i think a most bsd men have slender/long cocks instead of thick ones. esp. aku."

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dragonquesttbh · 5 years

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For @thechavanator and @elfo98 !! (No spoilers, just El havin a naughty dream)

10. Dreaming of each other

Erik dropped his knife to the ground and wiped sweat from his brow. "Thanks man, you really saved my ass back there. Um, in fact..." He strolled over to El and closed the gap between them, hand stroking his cheek. "I think the Luminary deserves a reward," he breathed.

El gasped as their lips were crushed together– Erik's mouth, on his, effortlessly tearing his composure apart piece by piece with each swipe of his tongue.

Erik laughed mischievously, breath brushing El's lips as he drew back. "Don't act so surprised. I've wanted you for so long. I've wanted to snatch you up ever since you pissed me off in that cell."

El swallowed then dutifully parted his lips, whining as Erik greedily took possession of his mouth. An expert thief– unapologetically taking exactly what he wanted.

Not that El would ever want him to apologise.

"Me too," El gulped between breaths. "I want you so bad."

Erik flashed him a cocky grin, hooking a finger into his mouth. "You liked that, huh? You want some more?"

El nodded and let himself be shoved to the ground with a thud. Erik pounced on top of him and kissed him ferociously, a demanding hand tugging at his hair, bending him to his will.

His head thumped against the ground. He groaned, seeing stars as he searched for that familiar mop of blue.

Erik bent over him and pressed a finger to his lips.

"Shhh."

He stole El's hands and pinned them above his head, dipping his head down to El's to take his mouth once again. He licked a trail over his lips then sucked at the soft flesh of the lower one, mercilessly yanking at his hair as he sank deeper into El's mouth.

His other friends became a distant blur, irrelevant, as he drowned in a sea of tangled hair and unspoken promises.

His eyes fell shut, back arching up against his partner. A whimper spilled from his lips.

Bliss.

Then opened to a new blue, an endless horizon. His clothes, now soaked through, clung to him as the warm desert breeze soothed his skin, the edge of the oasis just tickling his ankles.

He gasped as a familiar lop sided grin crept up into his vision.

Gone was the green tunic, the blue trousers, replaced by.... considerably less.

Erik peered down at him in a seriously disheveled version of Serena's dancer's costume, the top half long since discarded, the reflection of the oasis bouncing off his bare chest. Damp blue flopped into his face, and El couldn't help but reach out to stroke it from his eyes.

Erik grinned and ran his hands over El's drenched shirt, feeling the outline of his muscles as the fabric stuck to them. "You're all wet," he whispered, lowering his mouth to El's ear. "Might as well finish the job."

El whined as Erik sank his teeth into his neck, fervently nipping a line down to his chest. He cried out, falling victim to his disarming touch.

Erik laughed and licked over the wound.

El desperately fumbled for a handhold, settling on Erik's hips then slipping an experimental hand under the visible line of his underwear.

Erik brought his head back up to El's and pressed their foreheads together. "Cheeky," he panted. "I like it."

He tossed El's belt to one side, the half-cape at his waist quickly following it on the sand. El quivered as he snuck his hand into his pants, thieving fingers moving swiftly to unravel him.

Erik bit his lip and smirked, casting his eyes up El's body. "Thoughts?"

El almost choked at the sight– Erik half naked, glistening under the sunlight, touching him.

"I need you."

Erik laughed softly, bringing their mouths together with affection.

El's eyes fluttered shut.

Then Erik's mouth ghosted away.

When they opened, his vision was no longer dazzled by blue, but clouded with pale pink.

Cherry blossom..?

He jolted up, then groaned. Of course: Hotto.

But where was–

The air was stolen from his lungs.

Erik, standing at the edge of the cliff, red silk kimono blowing in the wind.

He cast a wanton look back at El then beckoned him with a single finger.

El lurched to his feet and scrambled after him.

Erik laughed then disappeared around the corner in a flash of silk.

El's eyes darted around desperately.

A giggle from behind.

Red silk came over his eyes. Then lips against his cheek.

The silk fell away, and he was inside, gazing at the vision before him.

Erik, lying on his side on an inn bed, leg cocked up so a sliver of pale flesh peeked out between the vibrant red of the kimono– begging to be touched.

Then El was on him, kissing him, touching him, feeling him. Erik's legs wound around his back as he cried out in ecstasy.

"Yes," Erik gasped, writhing underneath him.

El closed his eyes as Erik moaned, losing himself to the sound of his cries. He buried his head in Erik's sweat slick neck, tasting salt.

"You're perfect."

.....

El groaned loudly as he grasped onto Erik tighter, burying his clammy face in his chest. His constant wriggling had meant that the lacing of his tunic had come loose and his cheek was pressed up against Erik's bare torso.

"Shh," Erik whispered, stroking a thumb over his silky hair. "You're okay, you're safe."

Sylv gasped excitedly and clasped his hands together. "Ooh! Somebody's getting a morning snuggle!" he sung, taking little consideration for the rest of the sleep-addled party members, who were gradually peeling themselves off their bed rolls.

"Hey, don't wake him, he's sleepy," Erik hissed, putting a protective hand over El's exposed ear.

Serena squealed. "Look, Veronica, they're cuddling!" she gushed.

Veronica rolled her eyes and flopped back onto her bedroll with a huff. "No shit."

Erik ran a gloved hand through El's hair as he squirmed. "Shh, it's okay. It's just a nightmare. You're safe now, you're with me, Erik. Your best friend."

Jade glanced at them and chuckled. "I think you mean boyfriend."

"We're not– fuck sake," he groaned, gently patting El's back. "He sometimes gets cuddly in his sleep and I let him, coz he's been through a lot and I want him to feel safe. That's it. He probably thinks I'm his mum or somethin'."

El shifted further on top him and grasped a handful of blue hair. "Eri–h!"

Veronica sniggered.

"Hey it's okay. Whatever it is, you'll be alright." He glanced up at Veronica, who was shooting him an obvious I told you so look. "Shut up..."

El pressed his cheek against Erik's, face tightly screwed up.

"Hey, what's wrong, partner? You in pain? What's wro–"

El rolled on top of him and Erik felt a hard press against his thigh.

His dagger? He reached between them and scrambled for the worn leather sheath.

His hand paused.

Oh.

That dagger needed a whole different kind of sheath.

Erik blushed heavily as El groaned on top of him.

"Ah, hah, s-someone's happy." He patted El's back and turned away from his sweat sheened face, straining to keep his eyes on the tent canvas.

"What's wrong honey? Your face has gone all red." Sylv leant over him and pressed his hand to his forehead with concern, frowning.

"He's, he's got..."

Sylv tipped his head to the side.

"Morning wood," he murmured.

Sylv giggled and clasped a hand to his mouth. "Are you okay?"

"Mm-hm. Nothin' I can't... handle," he muttered, feeling El's fist tighten on his hair.

El mumbled then shifted entirely on top of him, faces still pressed together, and Erik was suddenly overwhelmed by the heat of his body pressed on top of him.

Sylv held his palm over his growing smirk. "Well, aren't you gonna help the poor boy out? He obviously wants you to assist with his... Wood trouble."

Jade slapped her knee and snorted. "No way... The little shit!" An evil grin tugged at the corners of her mouth, her eyes turning decidedly dark. "Go on, help him. Aren't you supposed to be the Luminary's special little helper?"

Veronica pushed herself up, fighting for breath as she cackled. "Yeah, Eri–h!" she mocked.

Erik growled, desperately trying not to think about El's dagger digging into him. Though, the more he focused on the feeling of it against his body, it started to worryingly feel more like a swor–

El whined softly as he snuggled closer into him, face shifting across Erik's, the corners of their mouths just brushing.

Erik gulped, mouth suddenly dry.

El mumbled and shifted again, lips touching Erik's, groaning against his mouth.

A wolf whistle sounded through the tent. Followed by a cheer.

Erik was powerless to do anything but hold his breath, eyes wide, trying to battle the havoc El's touch was reeking on his traitorous body, particularly in one area.

El squirmed a little more then settled, mouth still resting partly on Erik's.

Erik cursed internally, the problem in his pants now rivalling El's. Various erotic, and slight less so, solutions to the problem ran through his mind, polluting his thoughts.

Erik groaned and peeled his eyes open, barely aware that he'd even closed them, and stroked a shaking thumb across El's cheek.

Don't wake up, not now. Don't–

El opened his eyes with a flutter.

Then immediately yanked his face away, panic flashing through his eyes.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't realise I–!" El jolted off Erik's body in horror and curled up into himself, burying his head in his hands as he rocked.

Erik lay frozen, staring up at the tent canvas, running his tongue over his chapped lips. Then his body finally caught up and he cringed. "Don't look at me..."

He could just make out Sylv whispering some comforting words.

Then a whimper next to him. A familiar one. His eyes darted left. El's curled up form– shaking quietly.

An image that instantly awakened his Luminary-protecting instincts.

Erik bolted upright and shuffled next to him, wrapping a tentative arm around his shoulder. He pressed his lips against El's ear.

"I've got one too, y'know. One that you caused," he said shakily, still reeling from utter disbelief.

El, having an erotic dream, about him?

The thought did instantly alleviate the guilt about the ones he'd had about El, though.

El looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. "R-Really?"

"Yeah," he breathed, planting a kiss over a stray tear. "What were you thinking about? What fantasy can I make come true?"

El smiled and glanced at him bashfully. "You. You're my fantasy."

Erik grinned widely and tugged El closer.

"Aw, you're so damn adorable! And, well, if you're stuck for ideas, I remember I always wanted to..." He dropped his voice to low murmur, one that only El could hear. "...y'know, after we jumped off that cliff together. And then..." He pressed his mouth closer to El's ear, ensuring that only he could hear the utter filth spilling from his lips.

El's eyes widened. "That's... ambitious."

"What are you two whispering about?" Sylv asked, eyebrow arching.

"Nothing!" El stood up brightly and offered Erik his hand. "We're off to Hotto."

Erik gleefully took it and let himself be pulled up, adrenaline coursing through his body as their fingers twined. The opposite of before, he realised, when he'd pulled El up onto his horse at the Door of Departure. Brushing their sides fondly, he glanced down at the birthmark on El's hand and gripped onto it tightly– the hand he'd never wanted to let go.

El looked across at him, patiently waiting for his response.

He ducked his burning face behind a palm. "Sure, but why Hotto?"

El offered him a mischievous smile. "To get you a kimono."

#this is a whole gay mess #El just wants to dress his thief up in various different outfits #is that a crime?#you're welcome for the dagger innuendos #enjoy #dragon quest xi #Luminerik #asks

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