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[nymphiic]

[ashly1starlight]

DR STONE 18+ SERVER OPEN!!!!

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[ashly1starlight]

DR STONE 18+ SERVER OPEN!!!!

HELLO EVERYONE IM HAPPY TO ANNOUNCE IVE MADE AN 18+ SERVER FOR DR STONE AND ROLEPLAY!!!

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[chericos]

THE ARCHIVES ⚚

JUJUTSU KAISEN

CHAINSAW MAN

BLUE LOCK

ONE PIECE

MY HERO ACADEMIA

ATTACK ON TITAN

DEMON SLAYER

HAIKYUU

GENSHIN IMPACT

DR STONE

KINKTOBER 25’

@ CHERICOS —do not repost, translate, plagiarise or claim any of my works as your own.

[chericos]

˙✧˖° ༘ ⋆｡˚ WELCOME TO DR. STONE!

🍸 —nsfw

✧˖° HEADCANONS

જ⁀➴ senku

ALT SENKU W/ SHOJO GF. THE SCIENCE OF COSPLAY.

✧˖° FULL FICS

જ⁀➴ kohaku

KISS SWITCH.

જ⁀➴ senku

KISS SWITCH. HEAR ME OUT! 🍸 DARLING, KISS ME. 🍸 FIRST PRINCIPLES. CORRECTIVE MEASURES.🍸 KISS ME! SWEET TOOTH! 🍸 BETWEEN THE MARGINS. GARDEN OF EDEN. 🍸 MANUFACTURED SOLACE. DATA LEAK. (possibly🍸) BABY THEORY.

✧˖° DRABBLES

જ⁀➴ stanley

SHOTGUN. BEST SEAT IN THE HOUSE. 🍸

જ⁀➴ senku

BROWN? INTIMACY. REPLICA. KISS THE COOK. PINK PILLOWS. 🍸 A TASTE. 🍸 PICK UP THE PHONE. 🍸 SHUSH. DIRTY LITTLE SECRET. 🍸 TRAPPED. 🍸 JUNO.🍸 LACY SURPRISES.🍸 HIS TYPE. MEAN. 🍸 15 KINKS.🍸 JERKING OFF.🍸 MASTURBATION/PANTY STEALING.🍸

✧˖° SERIES

જ⁀➴ senku

DRAWN TO YOU. PERSONAL EXPERIMENTS. (ao3) 🍸 | i. ii. iii. iv. v. vi. vii. viii. ix. x.

@ CHERICOS —do not repost, translate, plagiarise or claim any of my works as your own.

[rae-pss]

Now we know how Dr. Stone men are in love, how about when their courting/pursuing and to being a husband? 🤭

masterlist

˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ RAE'S NOTE. it took time but here you've it, my dear. i hope you enjoy the read as i've enjoyed writing it (^^).

˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ pairing. senku × gn! reader, gen × gn! reader, tsukasa × gn! reader, xeno × gn! reader, stanley × gn! reader ˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ summary. how they'd flirt with you, plus a brief example of their confessing.

courting headcanons

—Senku Ishigami is in denial (again). He absolutely denies he’s “courting” anyone, yet he’s inventing things that just happen to make your daily life easier. He calls it “optimization,” but his ears go red when you thank him. Not at all subtle.

—Your life is soon filled with more details about science than before. His explanations of scientific concepts come in an oddly intimate manner, with metaphors tailores too your own interests. Then, he decides to make little experiments for just the two of you, such as stargazing sessions where he quietly watches your reactions more than the sky.

—Senku starts to remember everything, and when I say everuything I mean it, you say. Offhand comments become projects. Do you like a certain scent? He’ll recreate it. Say you miss a food? He’ll reverse‑engineer it. If you ask him? It's for the advancement of civilization, 10 billion percent sure.

—His version of a confession is undeniable his in style, indirect but unmistakable. He'll invite you to join a long‑term project, something that will take months or years.

❝Don't make a big deal about it… I want you in my future when we rescue humanity.❞

—Would you believe me if I told you it started as a joke? Gen Asagiri flirted with you as he had done with many others before, but with you, something's different. He starts sizing up your reactions more closely after every interaction. His jokes become gentler, more intimate. His compliments stop being generic and become specific, almost vulnerable.

—Then, he starts bringing you things that seem casual… But that everyone knows is not. A pretty feather, a perfect leaf, a polished stone, all small tokens which he hands you theatrically. And once you turn around with his gift already in your hands, he stares at your back with a tenderness that he doesn't allow himself to show face-to-face.

—Gen can be a showman in public, in a way. But in private, his act tones down, revealing a softer side of him. He likes to sit with you at sunset, when the world turns golden and still. And when the conversation becomes intimate, he looks at you with an expression he doesn't use with anyone else: a mixture of longing, desire, and fear.

—In case it wasn't clear, he's afraid of what he feels. He's insecure about his own feelings because of their profound nature. However, one day he blurted it out as if it were a joke, despite the slight tremor in his voice.

❝You know… I like you more than is strategically sensible.❞

—As I've said before, Tsukasa Shishio shows affection through protection. He doesn't see you as weak, if you're wondering it, yet he doesn't hesitate to position himself between you and any possible threat without making a show of it.

—Tsukasa is an avid listener at that. When you speak, he gives you his full attention, as if your words are something sacred. He doesn't talk much about himself. Nevertheless, it's your trust in him that makes him lower his walls, sharing personal details that no one else knows.

—Another quiet show of his interest comes in the form of small rituals he has started to form with you: He leaves wildflowers where he knows you'll find them, he prepares the best piece of meat without saying a word, he covers you with his coat while you sleep, he watches you tenderly when you think he can't see you. They're not that grandiose, but they're enough to make you warm on the inside.

—Then, one day, the imminent arrived. It was in the way he looked at you, really at you, and admitted wanting to give you a future, one which he's willing to protect with his own life if it meant you would be happy.

❝I want to build a world where you can live without fear.❞

—I hope you're ready, because Xeno Wingfield finds your mind stimulating enough, which translates to a new attraction to debating with you about anything and everything. If he starts seeking you out to debate, to listen to your ideas, to ask your opinion on complex issues… Oh, he’s already halfway gone.

—Similar to Senku, he finds it intimate the prospect of sharing knowledge, especially the one he holds dear. For such, he'll offer to teach you anything you may ask him about, whether it's the intricate works of space, or why his gloves have those metal claws attached.

—Intense emotions aren't Xeno's strength, which seems pretty clear, so he lets them escape through small cracks during your moments together. Funnily enough, if you make him laugh, really laugh, he stares at you as if he doesn't understand what just happened to him.

—When he finally decides to say something, he does so with precision and a deep vulnerability. Despite the firmness present in his voice, his hands trembled just the slightest. For him, admitting his affection is a leap of faith.

❝You have become… Important to me. More than I anticipated.❞

—We're already aware that Stanley Snyder is a man focused on actions; that is, his affection is shown through various actions that demonstrate his attention to you. He fixes things for you, sharpens your tools, stands guard nearby without being asked…

—Those eyes of his will be set on you, whether you're aware of their constant presence or not. He watches you from a distance at first, almost like a soldier assessing a battlefield. Based on what he learns from his curious and respectful observation, he adjusts his behavior accordingly. His attention is constant, silent, and almost devotional in nature.

—His teasing is… He teases you dryly, to be honest. Yet if someone else does it, he shuts them down with a single look. He's the only one with the right to fluster you, and everyone should know that.

—Stanley isn't the most open about himself at first, taking his due time to open up for you. His life comes to your knowledge in fragments: a story from his past, a scar explained, a rare laugh shared. He doesn't talk about himself. Not out of pride, but because he doesn't know how. But with you… Things just slip out.

—And, when he finally gains the courage, his confession comes bluntly, directly, and devastatingly sincere, just like him.

❝I’m yours if you want me. Just say the word.❞

[obsessedwithyoulately]

So, What Would You Rate That? pt.2

senku who gets jealous after misunderstanding your feelings. he’s pouty and annoying, so you confront him, spiraling things into something more heated.

18+

cw: dacryphilia, improper use of test tubes, soft dom senku, p in v, spanking, jealousy

word count: 3.1k

part 1 part 2

can be read as a stand alone too :3

it’s been a week since you and senku’s so-called experiment. things are not normal. senku acts different around you. he’s still cocky, snarky, and a smartass but, something’s different. he’s avoids eye contact and is way more pouty around you.

for example, three days ago, you were looking out with kohaku on top of the crows nest.

shamelessly gossiping, you laugh, “there’s definitely some unresolved sexual tension between ukyo and ryuusui.”

kohaku giggles, “ryuusui has sexual tension with, like, half the kingdom.”

you both burst out hysterically, smacking and shoving each other. laughter dying down, kohaku asked a hypothetical, “so if you could hook up with anyone in the kingdom, who would it be?”

blushing, “you first.”

“probably either luna or hyoga. mask stays on though.” humored by herself, she looks at you expectingly.

though the answer is bright as day, you whisper, “uhm… for me, probably senku.”

kohaku leans closer, “girl, speak up.”

face getting hotter, you mumble even quieter, “sen…ku”

kohaku thinks intently, “ku... ku… tsu…. tsu...? TSUKASA??”

now, where the fuck did she get that from.

something shatters from below. you both peek over and see broken glassware.

“who dropped this!? pick it up, asshole, it's dangerous!” kohaku jumps from the post and sees senku scampering away.

“senku! clean this up!”

“i’m busy! ask chrome!” he yells back.

you climb down the ladder after kohaku, “what was that all about?”

“probably a scientific breakthrough or something.”

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

that night on the ship, the crew gathered for dinner. you, kohaku, francois, and the five generals sat at the same table. as usual, it's lively and rowdy.

excitedly bouncing around senku, chrome exclaims, “so then i thought, what if we used a rotor and attached some blades to it. then when it's windy, the blades will spin the rotor, which can be used to power the generator!”

“oh, a wind turbine. great idea,” replies senku.

dramatically, chrome runs off, “it already existed!?”

gen snickers, “well it’s still impressive that he thought of the idea himself.” the rest of the table hums in agreement.

finding your food needing an extra kick of flavor, you reach for the salt. realizing it was at the other side of the table, you call out, “tsukasa, will you pass the salt please?”

“of course.”

before he could grab the salt, senku’s voice rose, “i’m next to the salt too.”

the table quietens.

you break the silence, “what?”

“well i’m just wondering about the thought process behind your choice of action. you asked tsukasa for salt when i was also next to it. is tsukasa more qualified for condiment passing than me?”

“uhm, you were mid bite.”

“oh okay.”

the silence prolongs.

gen chirps, “right. so anyway, can we do something about the broken floorboard in my room?”

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

the next instance was that same night

after a rough storm, debris and seaweed covered the ship. you help by sweeping. singing a tune from before petrification, you navigate around corners and swerve under tables. tidying up smoothly, until some barrels block your way. you tried lifting it yourself, but they were filled to the brim with beer.

scanning for anyone in the power team, you see tsukasa loitering around the quarterdeck. “hey! tsukasa, can you help me lift this keg?”

senku, who was in the captain's cabin, bursts out. he pats tsukasa on the shoulder, “it’s okay, bud, you rest. let me handle this.”

he struts over, side eyeing you on the way, and squats to grab the bottom of the barrel. you wait patiently with the broom in your right hand. senku tightens his grip around the bottom and lifts.

the barrel doesn’t budge.

he tries again, grunting this time.

the barrel stays.

he lifts again, heaving.

exasperated, he stands back up, pinky in ear, “if we tied a rope on both sides, we could attach it to a pulley system and potentially-”

feeling a little bad, you cut him off, “no, you know what, it's okay. there can’t be that much dirt under there.”

“you don’t think i can do it? is tsukasa more qualified in barrel lifting?”

“what..?”

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

the third time is when you snapped.

you’re perched over the edge of the ship, fishing rod in one hand and the other on the rail. you enjoy in the cool ocean breeze combing your hair. serene, eyes closed but then- a tug.

your whole body snaps awake. you jump and immediately start reeling. pulling, then reeling, then pulling again. the fish suddenly jerks causing you to stumble over your feet and tip over the wooden rail.

you fall into the water. dropping the rod, you thrash and flail your arms. your limbs lock up in the cold and before you know it, you’re sinking. (author can’t swim)

then, you feel large, strong arms dragging you.

now back to the surface, tsukasa holds you steady against his chest.

he sets you back down, “i heard a splash and came to see what it was.”

you cough up the remainder of the ocean water, “god thanks, i almost died.”

a group forms around you, all questioning your well-being. from the corner of your eye, you notice senku with a half-inflated donut in his arms. he stares at you, eyes filled with an indescribable emotion, before turning around and retreating below deck.

you quickly get up, pushing past the crowd, you dismiss their worries and yell out, “i’m okay, i’ll be back.”

you run down the stairs, straight to his lab.

a knock, “senku?”

you creak the door open. peeking inside, you saw senku hunched over his desk, seemingly immersing himself in his work.

you think of an excuse to talk to him.

“hey, i was hoping you had some towels down here?”

“why don’t you ask tsukasa?” he quickly retorts.

you feel a surge of anger welling up in your chest; what the hell is wrong with him?

attitude lacing your words, you spit, “what’s up with you lately?”

crimson eyes still locked to the papers, “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“i almost just died, im soaking wet, and im cold. some words of concern would be nice.”

he stays silent.

“and why have you been one-sidedly competing with tsukasa recently?”

he slams his pen down and swivels his chair to face you. “because you like him.”

“where the fuck did you hear that from?”

senku glares at you, “i overheard your conversation with kohaku.”

you cock an eyebrow.

he continues, “you know ‘if you could hook up with anyone’.”

oh my god.

“senku i think there’s a misunderstanding here. it’s not true. why would you even believe that?”

he rolls his eyes, “because statistically it makes sense. tsukasa is the opposite of me. why would you pick me over a 6’5 gentle giant? biologically, you’re bound to be drawn to him.”

“statistically and biologically, you’re a dumbass. i told you i liked you, and you did the same. that’s it. any other questions?”

he snaps his head to face the wall, “liar.”

about to crash out on him, you open your mouth before you notice something.

he’s blushing!!

a grin widens, “senku.”

“what?”

“you’re jealous!!”

“no i’m not! i’m very secure with myself. i’m smart, like really smart, why would i be-”

you interrupt him with a squeal and jump onto him, straddling him in his chair, “gah!! you’re so pouty when you’re jealous!”

“i’m not jealous! get off of me, you’re soaking wet!”

your hands frame his face, “i like you so much, senku.”

flustered, he counters, “but i don’t think you like me to the extent that i like you.”

“that’s so not true-”

“it definitely is. before we, you know, did the deed, i rewrote as much information as i could remember from the female anatomy textbooks i read prepetrification, with illustrations by the way.”

he takes a deep breath, then continues his rant, “all because i was scared i couldn’t fuck you right. and clearly you didn’t like it because you said you wanted to hook up with tsukasa right after.”

head spinning and face on fire, you shut him up by slamming his lips onto yours.

“mmph!” he tries to push you off, but immediately melts into your taste. he makes an attempt to stand up, but you push him back down aggressively.

molding your chest onto his, you direct his hands to your hips. tongues fighting with needy passion, your arms snake around his neck.

senku grapples your hips and grinds them down, mashing your core onto his growing manhood.

breathily separating yourself from him, “are you convinced now?”

he longingly sighs, “yeah, i’d say so.”

giggling, you rise from your position and turn. “well i’m going to head back up. i need some towels from tsukasa. maybe they’ll be used too, if i’m lucky.”

approaching the door, you reach for the handle before senku slams it back shut from behind you.

“you think you’re so funny.”

you give him a sly look, “who says i’m being funny? what if i want a tsukasa towel?”

“tsukasa’s towel can wait,” senku muses. he moves closer, “i need to check on my subject. you know, for any lasting side effects.”

you roll your eyes, “well my back still aches, my vagina hurts, and both my ego n’ wrists are bruised.”

he tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear, keeping his fingers light on your jaw. “sorry, can i help with that?”

knowing where this was headed, you gulp. “… trial two?”

locking the door, he whispers, “such a smart girl.” your thighs rub at the praise.

senku pins you against the door and collides your lips together. hands scaling your skin as he takes control of your mouth.

he tugs at your dripping clothes, “let’s get you out of these?”

“mhm,” you purr into his lips. you slowly peel off the layers, finally free of the sticky garments.

he picks you up by the legs and drops you onto his mattress. the warmth of his bed comforts your chilled body, sending goosebumps down your extremities.

senku sits on the edge of the bed, feet planted on the hardwood, and motions for you to get closer. you slowly crawl over until you’re next to him.

he gently slides a hand behind your waist and licks at your neck, sending shivers down your spine. while he showers your skin with affectionate kisses, you eye his erection; rock solid and aching for attention.

you extend your palm towards his tent, but senku stops you.

“punishment first.”

you laugh a little, “punishment?”

completely serious, “is this funny to you?” he scoffs, “over my knee. now.”

a part of you wants to test his patience, but the other part of you is leaking down your thighs. you obediently lie your stomach down on his legs and prop your elbows on his mattress.

he kneads your cheeks, “did you like asking tsukasa for help?”

“maybe i did, what about it-”

SMACK

a loud slap reverberated off your ass.

immediately, you complain and twist your body, “ow! senku? what the fuck?!”

he holds you down with his left hand. senku asks again, “did you like asking tsukasa for help?”

“no! i didn’t!”

another smack. pain sears through your bottom.

“what about when he carried you out of the water? did you like being in his arms?”

tears welling in your eyes, you cry out, “he was just helping me. i don’t like him!”

he raises his arm again, this time higher. he sends it down with twice the force.

“stop! it hurts! i’m sorry!” you whine.

he doesn’t stop.

senku sends countless strikes in a row, as if he were releasing his jealousy over your peachy cheeks.

your sobs and screams only encourage him.

“you say you want me to stop, but,” he slides a thumb between your folds, “it’s a mess down here.”

he caresses your flaming red bottom, “should i plug you up?”

helplessly shaking and vision glossy, you utter, “please.”

senku sternly spits, “get on the bed. face down.”

you wobble off his thighs and plant yourself on his bed, wiping your tears on his sheets. you hear the rustling of clothes dropping and then feel a dip in the mattress.

senku perches behind you and places both hands on your hips, and lifts you until you’re spread before him.

back arched and legs wide, the cool air blows across your sticky folds.

“stay still, don’t look, and you’ll get what you want.”

god.

he gets off the bed. you hear drawers opening and closing, as if he were searching for something. glassware, clinks and steps approach. finally, you sense him nearing.

he returns to his spot behind you. he blows a cool breath on your slit.

your nerves are on high alert. then, something cold probes at your entrance.

you cry out, but he continues pushing it further in.

your breathing staggers, “senku! what’s happening?!”

he chuckles, “calm down, baby, it’s just a test tube. don’t worry, i disinfected it.”

the test tube continues easily sliding into your wet opening. it’s not thick, but it’s long. he doesn’t stop until it settles fully inside you.

“y’know, i’ve been itching to try this since last time. i can feel it, sure, but to see inside? that’s a whole different study.”

to see inside??

senku wasn’t just trying to pleasure you. he was curious. he had a light propped up behind him, shining into the clear of the test tube.

it stays like that for a while. him just entranced by the squeezing of your walls around the tube, the slick dribbling down your thighs, your needy whines.

eventually, he rubs your clit. it’s a gentle pressure, but you were weak from the teasing. you bite your lip, trying to contain the sounds.

then he rubs faster.

he goes in fast circles, as if he were trying to polish your bud. your moans increase in pitch and frequency.

senku condescendingly laughs, “look at your walls gripping this thin little thing. do you like it that much? you’re practically drooling over it.”

too embarrassed to say anything, he takes that as a sign to start pulsing the object in and out of you.

your legs shake at the sensations.

“holy shit. i can see everything.”

he angles the tube down, straight to the spot that makes you crazy.

“this is where you like it, right?”

“stop! senku!” tears brim in your lids.

he lands another strike on your ass. a sob breaks from your throat.

“careful what you wish for. you want this.”

unable to deny, you grip the sheets, letting him have his way.

“shit,” he strangles out.

the cold tube now warm, he completely withdraws it from you. you hear it clang on the ground. before you could whine in protest, something bigger sinks in without warning.

orgasm immediately coursing through you, a scream belts from your cords.

he doesn’t go easy. he plunges in and out harshly, angrily, drunk from the squeezing and spasms.

the stretch hurts, but you find yourself drowning in the overwhelming pleasure.

“right there, wait no, i can’t- senku!” you’re blubbering nonsense at this point.

he deals another blow to your backside. pain and pleasure coursing through your veins, your mind fogs.

a low groan graces your ears. senku’s thrusts break rhythm, signaling his soon release. but as he’s about to, he pulls out, breathing heavily.

“w-why?”

eyes hazy, senku rasps, “cause i’m not done yet.”

he pushes you to your side and swings your right leg around his shoulder. straddling your left leg, your body weight disperses unevenly over the soft mattress.

senku thumbs his shaft downwards and slowly slides his length between your folds. not yet inserting, he focuses his tip on your clit and repeatedly rubs back and forth.

your eyes are clamped shut, feeling the jolts of bliss coursing.

then he pushes in.

the new position allows him to thrust deeper; harder. he slams in, balls slapping against your cheeks.

senku aims for your cervix, knowing the pain it could cause, he gauges your reaction. when your expression melts, and your moans lengthen, he hits harder.

your toes curl as you reach your next peak. walls wrecked around his length, and a white cream rimming the base of his cock.

you don’t moan. you’re holding your breath, as if bracing for impact. though, your body violently shakes, a tell-tale sign of your orgasm

senku finds himself approaching his own orgasm, but yet again, he pulls out.

completely fucked dumb, you ramble, “please. no! i’m done, i can’t do it. finish already! i’m sorry!”

loving your desperation, he smirks. “if you want me to finish so badly, do it yourself.” he plops down on the bed, leaning against the headboard, and motions you above him.

you mumble a meek “okay.”

legs quivering, you weakly position yourself above him. you palm his length as it’s flush to his stomach.

senku exhales sharply. you forget he’s denied himself of two orgasms.

it’s sensitive.

whimpering, you pick up his heavy cock and align your core against it. placing your hands on his lower stomach, you stabilize yourself over him.

you slowly sink him into your sensitive hole. smoothly entering with the lubrication of your previous peaks.

senku whispers a long, drawn-out, “fuck,” as you lower yourself onto him.

once fully settled, you start to move. lifting yourself all the way to the tip, before plummeting yourself flush to his pelvis.

senku flicks his vision to your face as a sob breaks. you’re crying. tears streaming down your face as you desperately ride him.

he stifles a groan, “god. baby, you look so,” he stutters, “so fucking good.”

you ride him until your legs burn, losing your rhythm.

“need some help?”

you can’t even answer because he’s already clutching at your waist.

it’s brutal. he’s snapping his hips at a torturous pace. all you can do is hold onto the headboard behind him for dear life.

finally, his breathing falters and his pace hastens. senku plunges in one final time, face buried in your chest and arms wrapped around your waist.

with a low groan, he releases hot ropes of cum deep inside. just thankful it was over, you savor how full you feel.

your chests heave as you look into each other's eyes. senku softly pecks you on the lips, “was that okay? are you alright?” he pulls out, seed following on the way out. it gushes out of you, dripping from your core, to your thighs, to staining his gray sheets.

your head flops onto his shoulder, “other than the fact that you came inside, it was mind-blowing.”

he tightens his grip on you and chuckles into your neck, “i’m sorry. chrome and i can tackle levonorgestrel as our next project.

“what’s that?”

he cheekily smiles, “plan b.”

[lysaisland-deactivated20260531]

can we get senku who was dating reader before the petrification, and they were like really physically affectionate before, but senku cant find their statue for awhile so everyone gets used to a not super physical senku compared to how he’s practically attached to their hip once he finally finds their statue. <3

only with you

before nature besting mankind in the game of longevity, wack-ass medusas, and the passing of 3700 whole years, senku used to be quite the regular guy.

yes, science was basically everything he did, but a guy could have hobbies! science just happened to be his only one, and he just so happened to be stupendously good at it.

and here so, it was inevitable he ended up pining for, yearning, falling in love with, or whatever, with his friend that fully encouraged his science obsession. you. his biggest supporter, and most importantly, his eternal enabler. cute right? yeah yeah, he thought you were that too.

senku, honestly, was clueless at the beginning of your relationship. normally for situations of the unknown, senku would do some variable-jiggling shenanigans. if something didn’t make sense in the first way, he’d rework the situation until it did. but he couldn’t really do that here.

and so, things started slowly. he treated you just as how he did before. (a ‘don’t try to fix what’s not broken’ kind of strategy.) he’d let you push and pull him any direction you liked. he was fine with it, even if he secretly craved a little more.

shockingly, senku couldn’t pinpoint exactly where in the timeline the novelty of the relationship became second nature to you both.

distance shortened, literally and figuratively. you talked to him about anything and everything, not that you didn’t before, but senku thought this kind of talk was new. he started to feel swells of pride every time you sought him out for something, from questions about stars to if he would still like you if you were a worm. he liked your attention on him.

he liked your hands on him even more. they were usually casual touches, seemingly friendly to outsiders looking in, but to senku, he wanted to drown himself in it.

it was honestly baffling to him how affected he gets, ears red and skin delightfully warm, when you pat him sweetly on the cheek, run your fingers through the valleys of his knuckles, or press against his back, clinging onto his shoulders in an unexpected hug.

senku found himself reaching for you more too. your hand fitted perfectly into his, and so did your jaw. he grew addicted to the feel of your face in his hands, loved to trace your cheek bones down to the back of your neck, pressing light swirls into your skin.

3700 years into the future, where he becomes quite literally the smartest guy alive on the planet, senku has a multitude of things to think about, food, water, a new lab, if tsukasa really is going to build an army to off one measly scientist, and you. more specifically, the whereabouts of you.

he can’t find you, and that worries him. he knows you weren’t too far away from him before the petrification, exactly one seat from the window, doing some work you had forgotten while he was looking out of the window down at two little lovebirds.

he knows you shouldn’t be far, but he hasn’t found you yet. so, instead of missing your rambles and the delicate pressure of your skin on his, senku tries to focus more on the situation at hand. he thinks of items that would help him, a little bit about the possibility of death and advancing the kingdom of science. after all, he can’t just revive you into a world that’s just barely on its way to crawling. you would not like that.

as all good intelligent organisms do, senku adapts. he begrudgingly gets used to keeping his hands to himself. he misses the warmth of another on him, but it’s nothing an actual fire can’t fix! (spoiler: it doesn’t fix. he still yearns for one of your signature hugs where you squeeze and pepper kisses under his jaw. you’ve ruined the guy.)

he sidesteps away from the overly clingy advances of the others and favours quick interactions.

taiju he can tolerate. he doesn’t mind his hearty slaps on the back or the jigglings of his shoulder. the oaf is his best friend for a reason. yuzuriha’s company is preferred though, when taiju gets too excited. there’s only so much his ears can take. no more of either of them, alas, they’re all the way at camp tsukasa.

chrome is similar when he gets excited about science-‘sorcery’. his enthusiasm bleeds out into large gestures very deep into senku’s personal bubble, but that’s fine. the people of ishigami village are their own characters. he makes it his mission to not collect any more who do not know the definition of personal and space.

the lioness keeps her distance, which senku appreciates. what he doesn’t appreciate is whenever kohaku throws him over her shoulder and chucks him away from the general vicinity whenever he talks about something true. objectively true. not his fault she doesn’t like facts.

gen usually keeps his distance as well, but when it comes to his tricky schemes, gen isn’t below using his boundaries like a skipping rope. whenever he has that silly little gleam in his eyes, senku makes a point in avoiding him and his schemes.

senku finally finds your stone self just a few days after hyoga’s attack on ishigami village.

he’ll be honest, but as soon as he laid eyes on your statue, he almost collapsed to his knees, weak with sheer relief. however, after being hit with pure unadulterated joy, a dash of fear crashes into him.

how is he going to explain all of this to you?

hello lover, sleep well? missed you a bunch. how do you feel about war in a year against the tsukasa empire? what’s the tsukasa empire you ask? long story but basically it’s the strongest primate highschooler plus 100 others. how about we make it a date? you’ll get to see the tank that i’m working on — yes, a tank. it’ll be the first date in 3702-ish years. yes, i look a little worn. no, it’s not your eyes. your boyfriend has just aged a year and a bit without you.

senku can’t really bring himself to care much about it anymore. he’s selfish at heart. he’s taking his shirt off so quickly that he almost defies physics, and grabs the secret vial of revival fluid from his pocket that’s reserved for you and only you.

he hears a squeal from behind him, probably gen, maybe chrome. his vision is tunnelled on you.

it’s been 39,484,800 seconds since he had revived without you. 457 days — a year and three months. he tries to be as gentle as he can when he dresses your stoney body, but he’s desperate. forgive the guy will you?

as the stone falls from your body, senku doesn’t dare to move away from you, to the surprise of the mini audience of three he’s garnered. their reactions to the scene are either ones of loud shock (eyes wide and jaws agape, chrome could catch flies with how wide his mouth is) or excited gossip.

senku tries to angle his body in a way that hides the majority of yourself away from prying eyes. something stupidly close to possessiveness nestles into his chest. you haven’t even fully revived yet and he wants to keep you all to himself.

… so he hasn’t grown out of his clinginess in your absence. just his luck. (not that he would trade that for all the stars in the sky.)

you look confused when you finally manage to crack open your eyes. (valid fucking reaction, he should’ve hauled your statue back to the village and into his room instead of reviving you in the middle of nearly nowhere.) the hoarse sound of his name leaving your lips nearly has him throwing himself at you. he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“sleep well?”

“senku, why don’t you have a shirt on?”

back at the village, and after a brief explanation on, well, everything up to now (and finding some more clothes) introductions formally start. gen, chrome and ginro are all too happy to meet you. questions upon questions to which you answer happily.

out of habit, senku sits closer to you, shoulder to shoulder. you lean into his warmth. he finally feels at some sort of peace again by your side.

he knows he should be thinking about other things, science-y solutions to a war with no bloodshed, but his brain is just drowning in a cocktail of oxytocin and the familiar presence of you.

gen opens his wicked mouth, teasing.

“so it seems that dear senku has a lover, is that right?”

before you say anything in response, senku groans a blunt ‘yes’ and moves to rest his head on your lap, arms circling around your waist. instinctively, your hands make their way into his hair, playing with the strands.

all chatter seems to stop.

kohaku is the one to break the silence, “well, that’s the first time senku’s ever touched someone willingly.”

titters of agreement. oh well. all he does is clutch on to you tighter, trying to hide his reddening face away from everyone. you giggle at all their reactions. it’s a quiet sound but there all the same. god, he can’t think straight.

the next day, the day after that and the weeks after those, senku seems to have superglued himself to your side. the village slowly gets used to their new leader and his beloved/“betrothed”/lover.

gen truly laments the loss of smartphones and cameras. the number times he’s caught the two of you snuggled asleep together is astounding. senku never seems to leave you. always an arm around your waist, or a hand here or there. you don’t mind, used to the physicality of senku, of being practically joint at the hip.

hey so hi! i have been quite busy these past few days with school, so i hope you guys enjoy this!!! not fully proof read im so sorry if it’s a little well shit but yahhhhhhhhhhhh my brain was about to melt when i was figuring out the timeline and the aging aspect of this … probs was not that deep but eh i managed to map it out lol thank you anon for req 🫶🫶🫶

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𝗕𝗔𝗕𝗬, 𝗜'𝗠 𝗝𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗦 | 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘬𝘶 𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘹 f!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Summary: Senku is jealous and acting strangely, even more than usual. What can you do to make him admit it?

warnings: jealous!senku, suggestive themes, smut, nsfw, p in v, sex, oral (m), hickeys, bites, unprotected sex, slight praise kink.

word count: 5.3k

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"I like Ryusui's idea!" You commented joyful, but for the prodigy of science, that was Senku's doom, the root of the problem, the needle in the haystack, the apple of discord, the push of the domino game and the beginning of his contradictory problem.

Listen those words coming out of your mouth were like betrayal for the young scientist. But not just your words, also that you thought it was brilliant enough for you to give him constant compliments nonstop, everything under Senku's attentive glance on you two.

Senku never considered himself a jealous person because those emotions were completely illogical, after all, he trusted you, but you being completely delightful by the idea of the greediest man alive didn't settle right on him.

Senku felt his eyelid twitch, just a little.

He let it go for now. Maybe it's just this time, he thought.

It wasn't a one time thing.

Another day, Ryusui had another idea, a brilliant one from your point of view. "Nice one, Ryusui! That was wonderful!" His sailor brain was praised by your enthusiastic mouth over and over again.

"Yeah, but everything is thanks to Senku and his calculations!" He commented trying to ensure that the praise wasn't just for him, because he wanted everybody satisfied.

Senku, watching the scene in front of him quietly as usual, waited for your warm words to land on his ears.

Words that never arrived.

"Yeah, but you also have amazing ideas on your own!" You commented while patting him on the back with your usual radiant smile.

Senku's eyelid twitched again.

You never did that to him.

You never patted him on the back.

Why the sudden preference and admiration for the captain boy?

Before the petrification, you were around Senku like a lost puppy asking clever or stupid questions all the time and he always answered you, sometimes you were helping him in the lab with his chemicals, sometimes buying him his energetics, but you were always praising him, even when his experiment failed.

Maybe it's just this time, he thought. Again.

But Senku should know better that his luck, as Gen said once, is horrendous and pathetic.

"Good job, Ryusui!" You said to the blonde pilot the next day.

"That's great, Ryusui! Good job as always!" You said with your beaming smile and your pats on his back the very next day after that one.

And it's been a week...

Ryusui here.

Ryusui there.

Always Ryusui.

Ryusui the pilot.

Ryusui the sailor.

Ryusui the sniper.

Ryusui the greediest man in Earth.

Ryusui from the Nanami's corporation.

Ryusui, the one who received all your compliments.

Senku grew tired of hearing the blonde's name coming out of your mouth with the usual compliment as last name, but he couldn't just ask you...

Why the golden hair man and not him?

It was pointless and childish and way out of his character. He needed to remain calm, collected and like it doesn't drive him crazy that you admired Ryusui and his crazy and chaotic ideas instead of his methodical way of doing things that you grew up with.

So he must wait, patiently.

He needed to make the right move in the right moment and break the stupid image you had of the blondie.

***

"Seventy days! We're taking the rumble line!" The captain shouted. "They may have had some training, but they're still newbie sailors! I'm telling you, as a sailor, what's realistic!"

"Fourty days! Great circle route!" The scientist screamed back. "We won't make it in time for the yellow dent corn. We'll barely make it by fall if we arrive in 40 days" Senku explained more calmed, he needed you by his side on this one. "That's as late as we can be if we're making revival fluid"

Both were right and so everybody knew that, but there was a decision to make. And someone's perception to change.

"Senku, I'll have to fight you" Ryusui warned him.

"Guess we'll have to do it!

If the group knew this wasn't just about the trip.

At least for Senku.

And so the opportunity Senku was looking for came to him as the poker game on the Perseus. Everyone was betting on him and Ryusui about who would win. But obviously, Senku's luck was terrible as always; you were beating on Ryusui because you claimed he had more experience than Senku in this kind of games.

Without a doubt, Senku's eyelid contracted even more forcefully.

Senku was about to show you how wrong you were giving praises and compliments to the sailor.

"Full house!"

"Three of a kind!"

"Straight!"

"Flush!"

"One pair!"

"Two pair!"

The tension was evident for everyone in the room when the two men decided to go all-in with their gambling fight.

Senku was about to show you how wrong you were giving praises and compliments to the sailor when you had him right there.

"Four of a kind!" The blonde man showed his cards, thinking his victory was granted.

Senku laughed to his insides. "Royal flush!"

No one could take his smug smile from him after he won.

And even less after seeing you walking to him after the battle against the blonde. "Hey" Your sweet voice ringed in his ears as victory itself, he didn't need the coins from the game, even though he wouldn't throw them away, but he wanted your attention on him again, your praises, your touches, everything. "Good game, you did very well, even with your allergy to lacquer" And you laughed a little.

But he wanted more.

"And? That's it?" He asked unsatisfied by your words.

He needed more.

You blinked once, then twice. "Sorry?" You were puzzled from his reaction; it's the first time he asked for more from you. After all the years you knew him, he accepted your words and never complaint. Sometimes you even thought he didn't cared if you praised him or not. "What do you mean by that?"

He looked at you intently and sighed.

Senku knew you wouldn't say anything more to him than those bland words; he felt incredibly devastated, but he would never tell you that. "Nothing"

Even though he won the battle, he lost the war.

As soon as the conversation finished, you immediately went to the blonde's side and congratulated him for the good game as well. You started to chatter to him about how fun it was and how the end was a plot twist for everybody and Ryusui would laugh with you and keep the conversation alive.

Senku could only watch from afar your interaction with a twitching eyelid.

"Senku-chan" Gen called him with a mockery voice. He saw everything; Senku's beaming eyes when you approached him, the deception of your words and his defeated stated when you left. "You know? People want what they thought they had gotten but lost"

"What are you implying, you damn mentalist?" Senku didn't feel like dealing with his mental games now.

"If you don't do something, sooner or later, Ryusui will stole her from you" Gen sang in his ear.

"She's not mine" That hurt him to say.

"Then why are you staring at them that way?" Gen pouted innocently.

Senku frown. "In what kind of way?"

"Like you are jealous" Gen whispered.

"I'm not jealous" He's answer was to quickly to not be true.

"Ah, right" Gen made a give-up gesture, but his sly smile never disappeared from his face. "You don't do feelings, why would you be jealous?"

And as soon as Gen appeared, he left.

Senku sighed exhausted.

***

Senku was tired.

Why were you following the blondie to begin with?

Tired that you keep hanging with the captain.

Tired that you keep praising the blonde man whenever he did something.

Tired that you replaced his mind with a loud, energetic and greedy voice.

What was so fascinating about the captain that you were by his side all the time?

He needed answers.

And maybe luck was on his side that night.

He found you watching the starry night on the deck of the ship alone, well, it's past midnight, obviously no one would be around. The soft breeze moved your hair and revealed the steam coming from your mouth. "Senku?" You heard his steps. "Can't you sleep either?"

"Something like that" He positioned by your side in the railing and let the cool air help him prepare mentally for the stupid questions he was about to throw to you. "I was wondering what you thought about the crew"

You raised an eyebrow at him. "Why?"

"Just curious"

You weren't convinced by his ambiguous answer. You knew him long enough to know it isn't just curiosity; he always had something in mind. But you decided to play along.

"Well... I think is very satisfactory if we compare it from the one's from our time" You started. "The gorilla team does a nice job, Ukyo's excellent with the radar, the engineers are very good, even though you are one of them, so it's tricky to say it, and the Ryu knows what he's doing"

Ryu.

You even called the captain by a nickname.

You never gave him a nickname.

"So you are unsatisfied that he lost" He stated and watched attentively your reactions, your tone of voice and your body language, everything that could provide him an answer.

"Just a little" You shrugged, "Your plan is good, but he wanted to take care of the crew because they are newbies"

He analyzed your answer and accommodated himself in the railing. "You think am I being heartless?"

"No" You looked at him. "I know it's the best decision to take care of the future, if we waste time, then it's giving the Why-man the perfect opportunity to attack again" You directed your eyes to watch the moon instead of him. "And I know you don't care about people's opinions about yourself, so it's irrelevant if I think you are being lovey-dovey or heartless in this kinf of situations"

He snickered.

Even though you spent time with the sailor, you still knew him very well.

"You think Ryusui is being lovey-dovey?" He let a soft laugh leave his lips.

"Not necessarily" You shrugged in your spot and you rested your chin on your hand. "He's an expert sailor that knows he needs everyone on board; letting someone die due to negligence would be counterproductive, if that happens, no one would allow him to be captain and no one would set sail ever again". You looked at him again. "As you say, it's logical"

Your words were precise, logical and focused. He couldn't denied that he was impressed by your explanations.

Indeed, he was jealous of the good comments you gave him about the blonde.

"You are catching feelings for him" He mumbled. He wanted to say it with more conviction, but something stopped him.

"What?!" You were dumbfounded. "No, of course I'm n-, wait." You kept your gaze fixed on him, studying him for a few minutes. And your smile was a bad omen for him. "You're jealous," you murmured incredulously.

He huffed. "No, I'm not, that's ridiculous and illogical"

"Even if it's sounds ridiculous and illogical, that doesn't make it any less real". You snickered. "You are jealous, and like you say, ten billion percent".

"I'm not". He crossed his arms and you gave him an skeptical look. "To begin with, why would I be jealous?"

"You complaint about the little praise after the poker game" You mentioned lifting your index finger to count. "And you gave Ryusui many murderous looks during these days" You added your middle finger to your count. "I don't need to be Gen to know that you're jealous of Ryusui because of the compliments"

Trapped.

Senku thought he was discreet with his expressions, he always had.

"I did not that nonsense!"

"Yes, you did!" It the first time you saw him this way and you were enjoying it.

"I'm not jealous of Ryusui and your compliments!" 

"This is hilarious!" You commented joyful, "I wouldn't expect you to behave like this for compliments" You laughed. "And I said you didn't care about people's opinions of you, but here you are, like a trapped cat trying to defend itself for being called jealous"

He sighed heavily, irritated and annoyed with himself for not being discreet and rational with the topic.

"Come on, just admit it already" You said while grabbing his shoulder. "There's nothing wrong with being jealous" You approached to his ear. "I can give you all the compliments you want"

Senku back off instantly from your touch.

"I don't need that because I am not jealous" He frown. "It's childish being jealous of stupid things like that"

"Isn't what drives most people childish in general?"

He stared at you serious. "I'm not"

You weren't convinced, not a single bit. "Sure, convince yourself of your words"

***

Since that night, you were agitating around him trying to admit his jealousy nonstop. He would only ignore you and continue talking like your voice was ambient sound, with the exception if your comments were useful for the crew.

And, if Senku's luck couldn't get any worst, when you saw that direct confrontation had no effect on the scientist, you went to the cause of his conflict.

Ryusui.

If you were already close to the blonde man from before, now it was like you were glued to him. Since the sunrise, till midnight; all the day by his side.

Gen was having the time of his life watching the spectacle; you, extremely close to Ryusui showering him with tons of compliments, even for the silliest things (which bothered the scientist to and impossible extent), and Senku pretending not to pay attention when his eyelid clearly revealed how stressed he was.

The rest of the crew was confused about what was going on.

Senku tried, and god knows how, to remain calm.

But how long does he have to pretend he wasn't jealous?

He should have admit it the moment you said it, because he wasn't sure if he could deal with it till you all end with the Why-Man on the moon.

Senku couldn't keep staring you from afar admiring the other man.

He should be the one being praised by you.

He should be the one receiving your pats on his back.

He should be the one receiving your attention on him.

He should be the one receiving your admiration on him.

Not the blondie.

So, he waited for you to have a free time that night. A night without you following the captain to praise him for breathing.

Maybe the moon took pity of his pathetic situation and the stars tried to help him, because you were alone drinking a cup of tea while keeping an eye on the blueprints of the next project.

"Hey" Senku stand by your side and you lifted your gaze to watch him.

You smiled knowingly. "Hey, are you ready to confess your jealousy?" You mocked him.

He deadpan and sighed. You already attack him with your words, he wanted to talk to you without the pressure of mockery every single time. "I'm not jealous"

You lift your eyebrow at him. "How long do you want to keep with this game?"

"This isn't a game," He said while crossing his arms. "It's simple, I'm not jealous, stop talking nonsense"

"You sound like a broken radio" You huffed and stretched.

"Because it's the truth" He said simply. "So you can quit that puppy behavior on Ryusui too"

"See?" You pointed out. "If you weren't jealous, you wouldn't have a problem with me talking with Ryu"

Ryu.

Senku took a breathe.

The blonde's name haunting him like bad omen. Bad omen translated in sudden rain in the middle of the ocean.

You gotta be kidding me, he thought. "Let's go inside" He suggested and you followed him to the rooms. Once inside, you two were dripping wet so you grabbed some cloths and throw one to him.

"So, I'm right" You insisted. "You are jealous of Ryusui"

Senku rolled his eyes, tired of the vicious cycle. This has to end, he thought. "What if I am?" He half-admitted the truth he has been hiding for months.

You looked at him surprised; you weren't expecting him to say it.

You felt the room smaller than it should be from the closeness with the scientist. "Well... It'll be surprising" You felt your heart beating faster. "I never thought of seeing you jealous, jeez, it never occurred to me the possibility"

"So?" Senku shrugged. "What's the point of being jealous of something that seems so incredible to you?"

You approached him and left your cloth in the small table. "Because it means something is important for you and that you are scared of losing it". You took his cloth from his hands and dried some dripping and rebels hairs from his forehead. "So, what's so important to you...?" You looked into his eyes of an unusual color. "...that you are so scared of losing?"

You.

Senku wanted to tell you.

He wanted to tell you so bad.

But he kept his eyes on you and let you dry him with your soft hands and caresses.

You helped him with his gravity-defiant hair and with his wet clothes and so he did the same with you, the two of you in your underwear. He was drying your hair trying to imitate your careful treatment and he was so close to you, you swore you could count every eyelash, you felt his soft breathing on your face and his body heat helped you to remain warm.

He is so close...,

"Senku" You whispered his name.

He look at you in the eyes.

Both of your pupils dilated.

...Why to waste the opportunity?

You close the gap between you two with a kiss.

His hands stopped drying your hair as he processed your action.

Your lips felt soft against his and he liked the feeling.

He felt his cardiac rhythm accelerate.

Senku left the cloth somewhere on the room and one of his hands held your chin to keep you with him. When you broke the kiss, you waited for a word from him, maybe something about illogical feelings, maybe a rejection, maybe something about that it's unappropiate. But Senku only filled his lungs with more oxygen so he could keep kissing you.

His kisses were precise, like he knew the perfect amount of pressure, the inclination and the rhythm it should have. His hand remained in your chin guiding the path of the kiss while your hands followed his chest to his shoulders to deepen the kiss.

He liked the feelings of your hands roaming though his body.

Your hands were in his nape and you played with his hair while the heat of the room elevated with every breath coming from your mouths.

His free hand landed on your waist and his thumb make circles in your skin.

That felt so good.

You were getting hot by his caresses and the heated kisses and Senku noticed. He stopped you and explored your face with his attentive eyes. "What do you want from me?"

Your eyes never leaved his. "I want you, Senku"

You.

Not Ryusui.

Not the sailor.

You wanted him.

The scientist.

Senku.

That was enough for the scientist to let you kiss him again and start caressing your exposed shoulders while you touched his chest and let your hands roamed from that path to his member. You heard his breathing stutter once you reach his cock and caressed it though his last piece of clothes.

He was glad that finally he had you by his side again.

After months of suffering.

You were with him.

You kept caressing his body lovingly. Since you met him in school, he always rejected every girl that confessed to him, he rejected every opportunity of romance, every opportunity of being close to someone. And finally he let you tease him, kiss him, touch him, pleasure him.

Now you felt how hard he was getting by your touches.

This has to be a dream, you thought.

You heard his panted sighs and broke the kiss. He watched your actions carefully in case you changed your mind about this, but he was surprised to see you taking your underwear off. "To much clothes" And you shrugged.

He snickered and nodded to you. "Right" and he copy your actions taking his underwear off.

You both watched each other bodies in that small room that now housed their most primal desires and intimacies and feelings, that had remained hidden for too long, finally saw the light of the moon in that rainy night.

Maybe Senku's luck finally changed and was on his side.

You approached him and kissed him again. It was so addictive to kiss his lips, you couldn't get enough of them.

His hands caressed your lower back and your sides slowly and you whimpered in his lips. Senku was content that he has pleasing you, that his careful attentions were working.

As he caressed you, your hand reached his dick and stroke him slowly.

He suppressed a groan and instinctively one of his hands traveled through your sides and almost reached your clit.

"Nah-ah, hold on" You keep your soft strokes on him, but you wanted something from him. "Admit you were jealous"

"What?" Senku was breathless by your caresses. "Are you kidding me?"

"No" You hold him still and stopped your movements. "You want me to continue? Then admit it"

He looked at you incredulous. "Shit" You heard him mumble.

Senku stud there debating if to say it or not, he wanted you to keep stroking him, but his pride was on the table just like in the poker game. He tried to move his hips to do it himself, but then you let go of him.

"Are you fucking with me?"

"Well... Yes" You gave him a cocky smile. "Technically, we are"

No.

This was way worst than the poker game.

"Come on, Senku" You sang to him. "They are simple words, three in fact" You approached your hand to his member but you didn't touch him, so the ghost of your warm hand tempted him. "Just admit it and this torture will be over"

He felt the heat of your body so close to him, but you refused to please him.

Senku whimpered desperate.

"I..."

He didn't want to admit how much he wanted you.

He didn't want to admit his childish behavior.

He didn't want to admit how ridiculous he was being.

He didn't want to admit that he felt jealous of the blonde man.

He didn't want to admit how much he wanted your attention on him.

He didn't want to admit how much he needed you.

But Senku couldn't deal with your absence.

Not another day or minute, he needed you now.

He sighed.

"I was jealous"

You opened your eyes fascinating by him and his confession. You thought he would never said it directly, that it would be half-admitted like before.

"I felt jealous of Ryusui" He panted as he watched your naked body and study its measurements. "Jealous of your attention and admiration on him all the time and not on me" Senku couldn't hold his words any longer. It was like turning on the water tap and letting it run freely. After all this time, he wanted to let them go. "Jealous that he received all your compliments, even when he did nothing to deserved them, that pissed me off, I was pissed of"

You were amazed.

Out of words.

He kept his hands on place while you felt getting more hot; his jealousy did something into you. Knowing he has watching you from afar and being scared of losing you by the sailor moved you. Indeed, the scientist was full of surprises.

"Good" You smiled softly at the panting scientist below you and gave him a quick kiss on his lips that felt like a resolution for him. "I must reward you, isn't it?"

You caressed and stroked his cock up and down and you were rewarded by his soft moans of pleasure in return. Meanwhile, you kissed his collarbone, his shoulders and his neck as he mumbled sweet nothings.

He was a breathless mess in front of you.

"Good boy" Up and down, again and again. "You know? Good boys receive their reward"

Senku whimpered at your words without meaning to.

"Oh?" You look at him surprised. "You like when I give you compliments in general, does it turn you on if I give you one right now?"

He couldn't answer because of the pleasure of your touch and your words doing wonders in his brain, but he knew he was screwed. He didn't know if he had kinks; sex wasn't something he think about often, so he was clueless if he had one, specially with praises.

You smiled at your discovery.

You back off a little from him and got on your knees, he straightened up the best as he could and watched you carefully while he was still processing the situation. You caressed his legs from his calves, his thighs and finally his crotch and grabbed him again. He let a hissed sound escape.

He felt your teeth caressing his shaft while your tongue played with every part of him.

God, he adored your attention on him.

You kept your loving attentions on him till you saw his pre-cum, you licked your lips and finally swallow him full. Senku gasped at the sudden action and he felt his tip hitting the entrance of your throat.

He felt as light as if there was no gravity surrounding him.

The sound of your mouth while blowing him was addictive to his ears. Your movements, your lips, your tongue, your breasts following the rhythmical movement you gave him, everything.

Now he understood the teenagers and their obsession with pornography back in his time.

Senku could stay like this forever, but he knew if you kept going he wouldn't last for the end.

"Stop" He said and you obeyed. "Stand up" You looked up to him and did as he said.

When you stand up in front of him, he turned you around immediately and watched your back and your entrance. He touched your back and follow your path to your lower area, he introduced a finger and thrust in and out of you to make sure you were ready. You gasped for his quick movement as he pressed your clit so you panted.

Senku smiled satisfied by your reaction.

After a few more thrusts, he positioned you and told you to support your weight on the table in the room. You accommodated your hands and you felt Senku's hands directing your body to a specific angle. "What are yo-?"

"It's a better position for penetration" He quickly stated and you flushed a little at his bluntness. It shouldn't surprise you, he's always been like that, but for some odd reason made you aware of what you two were doing in the room.

You two were fucking in the ship after he confessed his jealousy caused by the fear of losing you.

What were you two after this?

You bite your lip as you felt the heat of his body against yours, his hands in your waist and his dick teasing your entrance.

"Have you done this before?" You felt his hands caressing your lower back.

You sighed expectant. "No"

"Really? Not even with Ryusui?" He was teasing you.

Maybe this is his revenge, you thought. "No. Just get in already!" You pleaded and you heard him snicker. He stroked himself a little before aligning with you and starting to penetrated you slowly as hell. The feeling of him inside you was priceless; he fit perfectly and touched every inch of you. You stifled a muffled moan as you felt brimful.

He start moving inside you and you swore you saw stars.

It was so good.

Your shared breathes and your skin colliding was the only sound in that little room.

He bite your neck and sucked hard. "Are you leaving a hickey?" You whimpered as you felt his tongue making contact with the mark. Senku only moaned an affirmative sound in return while his hands caressed your back and your waist to hold you still.

He didn't want to admit that the mark was meant for everyone to see.

Specially for the blond captain to see.

You were his now.

Only his.

He kept pounding into you as he left more and more hickeys all over your neck, shoulders and back. You could only let moans escape from you as you hold tight on the table for support as he thrust back and forth. Sometimes one of his hands would travel to your chest and grab your breasts to keep your stimulation to its peak.

Senku's cardiac rhythm was wild as his movements.

In.

Moans.

He was close.

Out.

Whimpers.

You were close too.

"Faster" You ordered him, and he comply. Your breathing was almost nonexistent.

He kept biting your body, marking you, as he pounded with messy and fast movements. His hands exploring, grabbing, marking every inch of you while his speed become irregular with every thrust.

He wanted to feel like this as much as he can before coming back to the real world and its worries, its projects, its risks.

He wanted to savor you.

He wanted to have you.

He wanted to feel you.

He wanted to be with you before the world calls him back.

He kept thrusting till he came inside you. The hot liquid fulfilling every inch. Your breaths filling the already hot room.

"You did so good" You muttered in your almost inaudible voice. Now that you knew he needed your compliments daily, it was your duty to do so.

Senku felt exhausted. Great, but tired. "Tell me... Who's the best?" He breathed in your back.

You snickered. You couldn't believe it; after everything that happened between you two, all this heated kiss and sex session, he was still jealous and needed verbal confirmation from you.

Maybe is his praising kink in action, you thought.

Your heartbeat was crazy on your chest and your limbs burned as you wondered how did the table survived all this action, but you found the strength to answer him, "You" breathlessly. "You are the best, Senku", and give him a quick peak from your shoulder, "And always has been"

Even if you couldn't see him fully, he smiled satisfied and felt the stress leaving his chest. He explored your body and caressed every part of it before having to compose himself for the world outside that door.

***

"Why did you hangout with Ryusui all this time?" Senku asked you the next morning while watching the sunrise at the railing of the ship.

You shrugged. "I just think he's funny" You commented while drinking your morning tea, but Senku thought your answer was ambiguous. "He's easily influenced by compliments, so, the more I have him, the funnier he got"

"You did it because of boredom?" Senku was puzzled.

"Yes, and no"

"How so?"

"I did it for fun, but also to mess up with you" You looked at him smugly. "And it worked"

He looked deadpan at you. "Good thing your experiment worked"

"Don't be mad, Sen" You finished your tea and left the cup in a table and gave him a complicity look, "as you say, it was exciting"

Sen.

"Sure thing" He wasn't biting it.

But he couldn't denied that it was a fun night.

Far from were you were, Gen tried to talk with Ukyo about the monstrous marks in your neck, but the poor sonarist was flushed as a tomato by an unknown reason.

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The Three Times Senku Tried To Say 'I Love You' (Using Science) and The One Time He Didn't

Senku x Reader (Author used gender neutral pronouns!)

Summary: Saying 'I love you' doesn't come as easily to Senku as science does, and the opposite is true for others. 'I love you' can be said in many different ways and in many different forms. Following his father's advice, Senku attempts to say 'I love you' in a language he is fluent in. Unfortunately for him, science is a language so easily misunderstood.

A/n: Let's pretend I invented time travel, and it's January 4th…A birthday gift to my fellow genius king, Senku!

Warnings: Besides Senku possibly being ooc, it's a little cheesy…Profanity, a tiny sprinkle of angst, and dirty humor.

An uncomfortable silence falls between the two men. Byakuya watches with concern as Senku plays with his food. Swirling the ramen noodles around the ends of the chopsticks, submerging the noodles into the depths of the broth, only to pull them up and repeat the process.

Senku stares at his ramen with an uneasy feeling—a sort of guilt that brings a wave of nausea and a sense of existential dread. The kind that forms when you think about how infinitely small you are compared to the grand scheme of the universe. Compared to the ever-expanding universe, it seemed as if every action wouldn't matter in the end, and yet Senku struggled to form the words he desperately wanted to say to the man beside him.

In a matter of days, Byakuya would be off to America, a continent thousands of miles away on the other side of the world. In a matter of weeks, he'd be on a rocket heading into space. Weeks later, Byakuya would come crashing back down to Earth in a pod, entering Earth at a speed greater than 20,000 mph—assuming everything goes well.

Senku stares at the fatty broth in front of him, deep in concentration. He's running through all possible scenarios and their probabilities, but it all leads to the same two conclusions. The dinner he's sitting silently through would likely be the last one he'd have with his father for months, and in the worst-case scenario, it could be his last.

*Snap!*

An infectious, hearty laugh follows the sound of Byakuya's chopsticks splitting apart, snapping Senku out of his dilemma. He watches Byakuya out of the corner of his eye, slightly embarrassed by Byakuya's confident and loud behavior. No matter how much Senku becomes a victim of Byakuya's target of adoration and praise and the sheepish feeling it brings, the corners of his mouth still lift in a gentle smile. Shaking his head, Senku lets out a soft snort, then finally lifts a generous amount of ramen to his mouth.

A silence falls among them again, but it's less tense than before. Sounds of slurping, chewing, and swallowing fill the tiny ramen stand, and it calms their nerves; it's a silence of normalcy and domesticity that the father and son need.

Byakuya downs the last bit of the broth and lets out a sigh of contentment, and he looks over at Senku, who is barely halfway through his bowl. A thought that's been itching his mind for weeks, ever since he caught the way Senku stared at you…smiled at you…talked about you…The thought resurfaces.

Byakuya looks at an unassuming Senku. He looks at him with a smug smile, his arms resting on the countertops, and his hand holding up the side of his head as he leans closer to him. It's a suspicion he's had for a while, one that he's gossiped about with his colleagues at NASA. Byakuya's lips tighten as he tries to hold back his laugh at the thought that his prodigy child is better known as his lovesick son than as the kid who built a rocket and launched it into space.

Then, once more, he breaks the silence. He pulls away from the counter and lets out an exaggerated sigh as he stretches his back, drawing Senku's attention. Senku looks to his side, and with just a glance, he knew it was all a ploy. He can see the mischievous glimmer in his father's eye, and not to mention the cheshire smile on his lips as he leans back onto the counter.

"Sooo…" Byakuya draws out, and Senku moves to turn his attention back to his ramen, but it is too late. Byakuya has his undivided attention. His bowl of ramen has become just another dwarf planet in the solar system, the moment your name spills into the quiet ramen stand. The sounds of normalcy vanish, and Senku freezes, as if he's been caught—though he's not quite sure what he's been 'caught' for. Your name tumbles unexpectedly from Byakuya, yet it flows delicately from his tongue in a drawn-out, teasing manner.

"Yeah?" Senku asks in a bored, unbothered tone, but it's hopeless. His ears are dusted with a soft pink, and with a crooked smile as he picks at his ear.

"What are your thoughts about them?"

Senku snorts. He leans back into his seat, arms crossed over his chest, and with his eyes closed, stares up at the ceiling as he contemplates his response. "Rocket science would be easier to explain—hell, even quantum mechanics."

"Oh?" Byakuya muses, holding back laughter as Senku's eye twitches with irritation, yet the gentle smile refuses to fade. "You know 'friend' would've been a good enough answer, but it seems like you're looking for more…"

"I doubt that answer would have satisfied you…" Senku looks at Byakuya with an unimpressed expression. "Or the answer you're looking for from me."

"Oh shoot." Byakuya rubs the back of his neck, embarrassed. "Is your old man that obvious?"

Senku doesn't answer; he knows he doesn't have to. He also knows he doesn't have to answer his father's nosy question, but he does. It's a thought that's also been plaguing his mind. He's tried many times to bury it under the thick books of outdated theories and mathematical equations that solve for nothing. Still, it crawls itself back up and embeds itself in whatever is currently catching his interest. In the midst of reviewing the lengthy email he typed to his mentor, he mentioned your name in obscure analogies that only he would understand. By then, he knew it wasn't something he could ignore. Senku kept seeing you in everything and anything.

"I think…" The words come out in a whisper that barely reaches Byakuya's ears. Byakuya doesn't press further because, as unsure as Senku's words sounded, his expression was much more. The expression on Senku's face is one he's seen countless nights when he'd nudge at his bedroom door to find Senku staring at his bright monitor—eyes narrowed, brows furrowed, and his mouth busy gnawing on the pencil at hand, but this time it was the wooden chopstick.

"It's like solving a problem… my heart races, and at first I thought it was the caffeine finally catching up to me, but the feeling isn't painful. It's exhilarating." Senku's fingers comb through his hair nervously, avoiding the curious gaze of his father. "And as I'm solving the problem, it's calming, but my mind is scattered. My hand can't keep up with my mind, and all I'm able to write is just different variations of the same thing."

"I think…" The ramen has gone cold and no longer looks appetizing. He plunges the chopstick back into the ramen and begins playing with the noodles again. It's the same set of words he's unsure how to express to his father. "I know…I…, "They play at the tip of his tongue, but they feel heavy. They don't budge or tumble, no matter how much Senku tries to force them out. With his mouth dry as cotton and with every heavy swallow feeling like a boulder in his throat, the words never make it out.

"Senku," Byakuya coughs lightly, enough to draw his son's attention back to him once more. "I know…"

Senku sighs dejectedly and rubs at his face with his palms anxiously. Feeling the warm and comforting touch of his father's hand on his shoulders, he doesn't stiffen. He doesn't try to push him away or shrink into himself. He stays silent, even melting under his touch. It feels like some of the weight has been lifted off his shoulders, knowing deep inside that his father knows what he wants to say to him and what he wants to say to you.

"You know, Senku, back in NASA, they taught me there is more than one way to say 'I love you.'" Byakuya gives Senku a gentle, playful squeeze on the shoulders. Hard enough to watch him wince and chuckle at his reaction, but not enough to bruise. "And neither is less meaningful than another. You just have to find the way that is comfortable for you. For starters, you can say 'Te amo'… or ummm," Byakuya pauses, his fingers under his chin, trying to remember all the ways his coworkers taught him.

"…or…'Je t'aime'!" Snapping his fingers eagerly and shooting upright in his seat, he blurts out another that comes to his mind. "Oh! 'Mình yêu cậu', I believe that's Vietnamese! Oh! Oh! Oh! 'Nakupenda!'"

"I think I get the idea…" Senku laughs, listening to Byakuya most likely butchering the pronunciations of all he's learned, but hey, A+ for effort.

"It doesn't even have to be a language per se…" Byakuya leans closer to Senku, who's shifted his attention from his ramen to the night sky peeking through the tapestry of the stand. "There are different forms of love languages, maybe you can make science into one…"

Senku stills for a moment, his attention from the bright moon shifting for just a moment, absorbing his father's words. "I think…that can work." Senku smiles at Byakuya, snorting lightly as his father beams brightly at him.

Pointing at the bright moon, its soft, comforting light illuminates the two men, and Senku speaks again. His voice is soft, yet coarse and raspy, his throat aching from the heavy lump, and his eyes water as he blinks back tears, while his father leans closer to him to see what he's pointing at. He swallows, and the words can finally be heard. "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

He can feel the warm touch of his father pulling him closer, his arm wrapping around his shoulder, squeezing him as Byakuya chuckles contagiously. Byakuya looks down at his son with a knowing look, silently telling him that he understands. "Just like that!" He pats Senku's back proudly.

Einstein's General Relativity: Gµν = 8πGTµν

There wasn't anything remarkably special about this day. The weather wasn't particularly good or bad to leave an impression. It was a… relatively normal day. If there was anything to complain about, it would be that the day had seemed to pass at a painstakingly slow pace. The day felt like it was dragging, and the tall hand on the clock even appeared to move more slowly every time Senku acknowledged its existence.

Despite the snail's pace, the entire day passed by in a blur. Senku doesn't remember how, nor does he care why, but you're sprawled in bed beside him, staring up at his ceiling. It's covered in glow-in-the-dark stars, which he had long forgotten before you pointed it out to him. They don't glow as that vibrant neon green color as they once did, but he can still make out the constellations Byakuya so carefully planted.

"Senku…can I ask you something?" you ask softly, turning your head, and meeting his eyes. Senku's breath hitches in his throat, and his mind begins to overwork itself. Even if they were the artificial ones, he could see the stars in your eyes and feel your breath on his skin. Your lips are just a few inches from his, and a single movement can change the course of his friendship with you, for better or for worse.

"Go ahead." his voice comes out uncharacteristically soft, but he doesn't take his eyes off you.

"When you look up at those stars, what do you see?" You don't move. You stay lying on your back, your head turned to him, watching him intently as Senku looks up to the ceiling to answer your question.

If Senku were to answer truthfully, he would answer with the memory he had of his father before he left—the one in which your name was brought up. But he knows this is a golden opportunity to listen to his father's advice. To confess his feelings in a language in which he is fluent. One in which he always seems to know how to say what comes to mind.

'There are different forms of love languages, maybe you can make science into one…'

"I think of Einstein's theory of relativity," he answers. He turns his head back to you and feels your eyes on him once more, the warmth of your presence seeping into his skin. The corners of your lips twitch as you smile at him, and he finds himself smiling back at you. "Specifically, general relativity."

"How so?"

"Time moves faster where gravity is weaker, and when I'm with you, it feels like I'm on a dwarf-sized planet of our own. And when I'm not with you, time moves painfully slow…"

'Oh shit. Was that too cheesy?' Senku thinks to himself, nervously waiting for you to laugh right in his face, but it doesn't come. You blink blankly at him, and it's an expression he's seen many times. Your mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water as you try to find the words to say—to make sense of the scientific jargon that spews from his mouth. In that moment, he knew his words were lost on your ears.

"That's…cool? I think?" you say, unsurely as you push yourself up on your elbows, and Senku follows suit. Without a warning, you take Senku's face in your hands, and for a second, there's a glimmer of hope in his eyes and heart. For a brief second, for a miracle, he believes that maybe, just maybe, you understood him, but when you turn his chin to look at the plastic stars, pointing your finger at a particular point, he finds that he was the one who misunderstood from the start.

"It's a dick," you say between laughs. You clutch at his shoulders, falling on top of him as you hold your stomach from laughter. He tries to push your shaking form off him, but his lack of strength will always be his downfall.

"You see dicks everywhere," Senku grumbles, pushing your laughing face away from his.

"Oh, c'mon! It's right there! You sleep under a dick!" You laugh, shaking Senku by his shoulders.

"And you probably sleep with one in your mouth!" Senku snorts, watching your smile contort into a playful frown.

"What the hell!"

Coulomb's Law:

"Do you think Taiju will ever grow a pair of balls and confess?" you ask, propped up at the open window of the science club. Your nosey eyes don't pull away from the loving sight of Taiju walking Yuzuriha home, both with a faint blush on their cheeks and dopey smiles.

"Got balls on your mind today?" Senku snickers while holding up a beaker of something you couldn't care about to know. All you knew was that the mysterious liquid in his hand stunk up the entire room, and you were savoring the clean air seeping in from the window.

"Ha ha…so funny," you mumble. Finally pulling away from the window, turning your attention back to Senku and his mysterious yet stinky experiment, your nose instantly scrunches up at the horrid smell. "But seriously! It hurts my soul every time I think of them together, and they're still just friendsss," you whine dramatically, clutching your heart as you invade Senku's space.

"Give it time," Senku sighs as he puts down the beakers and discards his gloves in the trash. Leaning against the window you were just at a moment ago, he sees the romantic scene you had just witnessed. Taiju is beet red, and Senku feels a bit of pity for his friend, but it's not enough to stop himself from snickering.

"That meathead is never able to keep anything to himself. Sooner or later he'll end up confessing…" Taiju's nervous laughter can be heard even from the third floor of the building, and it makes you and Senku laugh. "Blabbermouth Taiju and tight-lipped Yuzuriha…it's funny, isn't it?" Senku asks, shoving you lightly with his shoulder. You don't verbally respond; you only give a quiet hum and a raised eyebrow in his direction, signaling him to continue.

"They remind me of a fundamental law in physics—Coulomb's Law," Senku keeps his eyes on his friends, but he can feel your heavy gaze on him. It startles him, and it almost causes his brain to short-circuit, and the wires of his mind to halt. The keyword is almost. But what's on his mind is pure science, and science was an innate part of him.

"Coulomb's law?" you muse. You hold your head up with your palm as you look at Senku with childish wonder. "I don't think Taiju and physics are…hmmm, what's the word I'm looking for?"

"Synonymous?"

"Yes!" you snap at Senku like he won anything other than your silent praise. "It's like hearing the word 'weights' and going like 'Senku!'."

"I get the same feeling when I hear your name and smart in the same sentence." Senku snorts, watching your smile melt from your face, and a playful pout appears in its place.

"Good one…" You pout, pushing your shoulder against his. "So what exactly about this law rang a bell in your mind, and why Taiju?"

"Keeping it simple for your simpleton mind, in short, it states that opposites attract." The playful tone evaporates with every word, and the atmosphere around you both grows more intimate, at least that's how it feels to Senku. It feels like he's under a microscope, and every word and movement is being observed under critical eyes. Like a bright light shining on him, he can feel its heat. "And in a way…it's like us too."

"You think so?" you ask, and Senku's finger inches closer to yours. Like a caterpillar crawling, his fingers push themselves closer and closer to yours, and you watch Taiju and Yuzuirha blissfully unaware.

"I do," Senku answers. One push, and he can interweave his fingers with yours—one more push until he can bond his fingers with yours, never wanting to let go.

"Really?" you ask once more. With the final push of his fingers, Senku misses. His fingers reach the warmth of where your fingers once were, and his eyes watch pitifully at you. "I feel like they're more alike than you realize."

"You do?" Senku sighs dejectedly, staring out the window once more in defeat.

"Yup!" you cheer. You finally tear your eyes from your love-stricken fool of friends and nudge Senku with your shoulder playfully. You reach beside him to collect your things, and Senku can only laugh at your next set of words. "Don't think you were slick either, Senku! Trying to call me an idiot with that opposites attract!"

"I don't have to try," Senku snickers to himself once you've left him alone in the lab. "…what an idiot."

Entropy: ΔS = Q/T

"OH!" Your voice is loud, and it bounces across the walls of his room. You're seething, arms crossed against your chest, and a look like you're ready to trim his overgrown stalk of hair. "You're saying that I drive you crazy?"

"You're putting words in my mouth!" Senku argues back. The textbook in his hand is long forgotten on the ground, pages bent, and it'll drive him crazy when he picks it up later. His neat notes mixed with your messy, sloppy handwriting are scattered on his bedroom floor as you continue to increase the beating in his heart. "I just said you were like increasing thermal energy!"

"Exactly!" you cry out. You drop to your knees, your hands scouring through the loose papers until you find the page you were looking for. In messy writing, with numerous shades of highlighter, you shove the page in his face, your finger pointing at the equation he explained just minutes prior. "You said entropy increases with temperature, and your mind is entropy!"

"So you were listening!" Senku insists.

"Of course I do, Senku!" you frown back at him. You drop down back to your knees, your head hanging down low, hands slowly picking up your crumbled notes. It wasn't hard to figure out which were yours and which were Senku's. Only one set of notes had an array of colors bleeding onto the pages. "I might not understand everything you say…some things will fly over my head, and I know I'm not the smartest—"

"Don—" Senku tries to disagree, but the words die in his throat. It's faint, but it's undeniable. He can hear you sniffling, and he notes the way your shoulders rack gently. You're crying.

"But I'll listen…even if I don't understand every word." Your voice betrays you—every word trembles from your lips. Your throat feels raw, and your voice cracks as the first tear from your eyes spills and stains the sheets of paper in your hands. "Even if it feels like you're speaking another language, I'll listen."

Senku sits silently, watching as you hurriedly stuff your notes in your bag and leave his home. For the first time since he fell in love with science, it felt like maybe science wasn't the solution to everything. Not everything could be fixed with reasoning and logic, not when science could easily be misinterpreted. Not when science had many exceptions and contradictions within itself.

Picking up his own notes, he finds his own notes on thermodynamics, and the cause of this sombre mood—entropy. It was the only page tainted with a singular tear that belonged to you. It ruins the lines running across the page and his pen bleeding along where your tear had traveled. The tear, like a cruel joke, stops its trail of ruin just before the section of notes Senku didn't get to explain.

"Higher entropy means more disorder," Senku wasn't one to rush a process, nor was he one to act before thinking it over. But it's just as he said. You increase the entropy in his mind. "But more disorder is actually more stable…the universe craves disorder."

'1…2…3'

For years, nothing but numbers accompanied Senku during his solitude. At first, counting wasn't as torturous as it once was. For a time, it felt like a challenge for Senku—a test of his determination to keep count. Eventually, as those numbers slowly accumulated and began to represent days, he found it hard to maintain consciousness. Every 800,000 seconds, Senku would feel his consciousness jolt awake, to keep then only counting until the cycle repeated itself.

'I need to think and count at the same time…run parallel processes.'

The thoughts that ran through these parallel processes ranged from anything—conjuring probable causes for his petrified state, what the green beam that seemed to spread throughout the earth could be.

3,700 years of counting, it was inevitable that his mind would think about you, but it was like holding a double-edged sword. When you came to mind, it was like you materialized right beside him—it felt like he wasn't alone.

Your presence, even knowing it was all in his mind, disoriented him. It was chaos, but just like the universe, he craved it. He craved those rapid thoughts in his mind. He craves the way just the thought of you causes the feverish beating of his heart. It was like you were counting right beside him, but it was cruel. Time felt fleeting with you. For every second he counted, your voice counted 5. Every second he counted, he was afraid he was following the rhythm of his heart, matching your quicker count.

'1..2..3..4..5'

The moon, with its craters, pale luminous light, and its significance, still holds after 3,700 years. Its beauty is only amplified by the stars that surround it, and it reflects brightly in Senku's eyes. It shines and twinkles and is the indirect cause of the tears brimming at his waterline. The moon reminds him of his father. It reminds him of the bittersweet memories he made with him, but it also leaves him wondering what has become of him.

The beauty of the moon has not changed, and for that, Senku is thankful. The moon he's staring up to is the same moon he watched fireworks with his father. It's the same moon that he would look up to as a kid and accuse of following him, and Byakuya would tease that it has a crush on him—at this, Senku laughs into the quiet night. It's the same moon that Senku expressed his affection for his father. It's the same moon that watches over him tonight and carries the memories of his father.

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" Senku whispers into the night. The words fall from his lips as gracefully as they did with his father, but so do the tears he tried fighting back. He can feel a warm touch pressing against him. Your fingers brush away the tears from his eyes, and you look back at him with the same understanding look his father once gave to him.

"…the moon is beautiful," and with a tearful kiss on his yearning lips, Senku knows his words were understood.

'There is more than one way to say 'I love you.'

EDIT: Thank you for these lovely people for sharing how you say I love you in your language! (I wasn't sure if it was okay to tag you or not, so hopefully you see this!)

@/anafanjectic @/baohan-1225 @/casuallylovesanime

and I love to praise my favorite person ever! @darling-pie!!!

Thank you for putting up with my random rants and helping me through my writing blocks! I got something special for you soon!!!

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Please Don't Use Science To Justify S-

A/n: This is a new and improved version of the original. Same concept, but (IMO) better descriptions and grammar! WARNINGS: THIS IS SMUT! NSFW! IT'S FILTHY PLEASE BE ADVISED STORY CONTAINS: hand-job, oral (male-receiving), thigh-fucking, edging, swallowing bodily fluids, dacryphilia, and overstim.

Everyone could sense the stress piling on Senku. The way his eyes twitched at every failed attempt to create yet another tool for the Kingdom of Science—you didn’t bother yourself with the schematics, only there to ride the wave of progress.

You observed him quietly, watching the bags under his eyes worsen day by day. His gravity-defying hair, askew from the countless times his fingers ran through it. And what motivated you the most was the untidiness of his clothing. The last thing he cares about is his appearance—and it shows. His collar tugged low and to the side, revealing more skin than he typically would.

Bad luck seemed to drown Senku, and you were witness to it all. Snickering to yourself when you catch the moment Senku trips over a rock, the blueprints in his hand scattering across the dirt. You listen attentively to the agitated sounds that spew from Senku’s lips.

You saunter over to him, carefully avoiding stepping on any of his blueprints unless you want to become a victim of his recent outburst. And if you’re being honest, you don’t think your words will provoke much of a reaction from him. It was just supposed to be a joke—a ruse—something to irritate the scientist further. A joke as a method to relieve his stress and improve his mood—surprised he took the bait and ran with it.

“You need to get laid.” You say as if it were an observation- the answer to all his problems.

“Are you offering?” Senku quips back without missing a beat, not once offering a glance in your direction, his attention fixated on the mess of blueprints.

You thought Senku was immune to teasing—immune to biological needs and wants. Not that you were complaining, although your wrist was starting to ache.

“Haah… slow down,” Senku whined. His body is at your mercy- shivering and twitching from the cool touch of your hands moving up and down with precision and a pace faster than light itself- his hips buckling at the feeling of your hands squeezing him cruelly.  

Begrudgingly, you comply with his plea. The pace of your wrist slows until it comes to a complete stop. Dazed and confused, Senku looks down at you, the sight causing him to spew curses under his breath. You're looking up at him with wide eyes, mouth wide open, with your tongue sticking out a glob of spit. Senku watches impatiently as it falls from your tongue and onto him. Hissing at the warmth of your saliva mixing with his own excretions.

“You’re so pretty like this,” you tease, smirking as you lather him with your spit. Your thumb drawing circles on the tip of him, your fingers gently squeezing the base. You reposition yourself, dropping onto your knees so that you sit between his thighs, and your mouth hovers over his tip. “I wonder what expression you’ll make when I take you into my mouth.”

“Heh, guess we will find out.” Senku tries to be his snarky self, not wanting to unravel in your hands completely, but he can’t hide the look of anticipation on his face. You’re looking at him with a mischievous grin that slowly dissipates into wanton desire as your lips inch closer. Your lips are pressed against him, the warmth and slick feeling of your mouth on him, gently sucking only his tip.

“Is that all you can handl-” he chokes on his words when you take him completely. The sounds that emerge from Senku’s lips are uncharacteristic. A low groan, verging on animalistic, slowly gives way to pitchy whines and gasps. You bob your head up and down, drool running down the side of your mouth, tears welling up in your eyes at the feeling of Senku hitting the back of your throat. Lewd wet echo throughout the lab. The only thing deterring others from entering is a hastily made, poorly designed sign with bright red letters: Stay Out. You pull back, your drool connecting you both.

“Sorry, what was that?” you ask, feigning innocence. You’re pecking kisses onto him, each kiss receiving an airy gasp from Senku. You welcome him back into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head.

Senku can feel the stress on his shoulders dissipating- all thanks to your warm tongue swirling around him, his hips occasionally bucking. He can feel himself hitting the back of your throat- his ears were blessed with the sounds of your quiet gagging. His fingers tangling themselves into your hair, selfishly moving you at his desired pace.

“C-can I?” he asks, almost begging. With your mouth full of him, you hum- nodding your head. He can feel you moan around him when he tugs at your hair, pulling you flush to his hips. You grip his thighs, whining at the feeling of his cum running down your throat. When Senku’s grip falters, you pull away- your body eagerly begging for air. Senku slides beside you, breathing rapidly, while he covers his eyes with his forearm.

“I underestimate the science of hormones…”  Senku laughs, falling onto his back. “Sucked the stress right out of me”

“Next time I’ll charge you,” you joke.  

“Are you trying to bring back prostitution?” Senku asks, smirking at the idea.

“Depends on the pay…I wonder how much dragos this is worth” you mutter. Senku snickers at your response- his mind reeling at the thought of Ryusui’s dragos crashing due to an unforeseen market.

The feeling hits him like a wave. His eyes grow heavy — the lack of sleep finally catches up to him. He can barely manage to stay conscious, nearly missing your words.

“You know where to find me if you need me.”

...

The very next day, you hadn’t seen Senku at all. Not that it mattered to you anyway—you were just someone who happened to give him some much-needed head. It wasn’t until the sun set and you were ready to go to bed that Senku arrived at your hut. When you opened the door, you couldn’t hide the smirk on your face. You knew exactly why he was there.

“Back so soon?” you teased as you let him inside. “Am I that good?”

“Good or bad doesn’t have to do with anything,” Senku explained. He averted his gaze from yours, rubbing his neck to maintain his cool demeanor. However, the light blush on his ears exposes him. “Sexual activity has been proven to help reduce stress and improve well-being due to the hormones that are released-”

“Please don’t try to use science to justify a blowjob.” you interrupt him, not wanting to hear the biological processes that would somehow correlate to having his dick sucked.  

“I’m not,” Senku says with slight annoyance. He has his arms crossed as he finally decides to match your gaze. “But I need you to do it again…”

 “Need or want?” you ask as you move closer to him. You tilt your head to the side and place your palm on his chest. You feel him stiffen under your touch, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he grips your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. He leans down to whisper in your ear, “Need.”

“That’s too bad…My jaw still aches…” You whine.

“Don’t take more than you can handle.” Senku retorts. You feel Senku’s palm rest on your jaw, and you lean into his touch. The tips of his fingers tug at your bottom lip, and you comply with his silent demand. You part your lips just enough so that his fingers find the warmth of your mouth. You lightly suck at his fingers. “Your mouth looks fine to me.”

With his fingers still in your mouth, you mutter, “What if I gave you something better than my mouth?” Your words amuse him. He studies your face, looking for any hint as to what you're suggesting…

surely you don’t mean…

“And what would that be?”

You don’t answer; instead, your hands wander to the strings holding his tunic closed. You untie his tunic and push it off his shoulders. You raise your hand to your mouth and let some saliva fall from your lips and pool onto your palm.

Senku’s breathing hitches at the warmth of your hands, stimulating him. He let his head rest between your shoulders, soft moans escaping his lips. He feels his knees buckle every time you slow your pace and squeeze, gasping at your cruel treatment. He can feel it. The same sensation of ecstasy- the release of oxytocin, the throbbing of his cock, the rapid beating of his heart. He was close.

And then he wasn’t. You’re pulling away, feeling the loss of your warmth as he moves back from your neck. You’ve never seen him so needy; you almost felt sorry for him, especially with the way his eyes pleaded with yours.

He watches patiently as your hands move under your dress, noting the removal of your underwear. His gaze doesn’t leave you as you turn around and press your bottom against him. Your forearms find rest against the wall. You position his cock between your thighs. The base of his cock rubbing against your wet folds. Senku places his hands on your waist to steady himself.

“Just the thighs,” you mutter. You can feel him hesitate, the tip of his cock barely disappearing before pushing back. At first, his thrusts are shallow and weak until he hears you whining at the feeling of the tip of cock brushing against your clit. The soft moans- the gasps of pleasure that escape from your lips give him the confidence he needs. He tightens the grip on your waist before his mouth finds its home between your neck once again. Senku parts his lips, his tongue swirling the exposed skin on your neck- your breath hitching at the feeling.

“Senku...” you moan. He doesn’t pull away; instead, he hums against your skin. Littering kisses just as you did to him. He begins to quicken his pace, the slick of your arousal spilling onto him, making it easier for him to thrust against your thighs. He can feel you trembling against him, almost pulling away.

Not again…

Without a second thought, Senku pushes you both to the ground. You found yourself with your stomach on the ground, your back arched as your moans got louder and more frequent. He has you caged to the ground, one arm over your head and the other slithering under your dress. They travel from your stomach and go further down until they find what they’re looking for.

Your eyes jolt open at the feeling of his fingers rubbing circular patterns onto you, “Senku,” you whine.  You were supposed to be pleasuring him, but instead, you found yourself at his mercy.

“Don’t like the taste of your own medicine?” Senku teases. He lightly tugs at the bud, alternating between a sadistic pinch and a soothing rub. It didn’t take a genius to know you were reaching your end. You were squeezing your thighs far tighter than before. Your hips were trembling, and were you crying?

Your words are garbled and slurred- he can’t quite uncover your words except for the quiet chants of ‘Senku’ rolling off your tongue. You can feel your eyes crossing, your nails rake across the ground, your body thrashing against Senku’s as you feel yourself closer to sweet release.

You feel Senku’s hands find yours, his palm resting on top of yours and squeezing gently. You lift your head enough to look back at Senku. He catches your stare and leans toward you. The sensation of his lips against yours is enough to overwhelm you. Before you know it, something inside you snaps. You can feel it dripping down your thighs, soaking Senku’s thighs along with it.

Senku continues to thrust against your thighs as he feels you cry into his mouth. Feeling you squeezing around him was enough for him to push him to the edge, granting him what you had denied him. With a final thrust, he lays plush against your back as he pumps his cum against your stomach. His cum dripping down below and mixing with your own release.

With his last ounce of strength, Senku pulls you up and moves you away from the mess you created together. You lie next to each other, trying to regain composure. It was quiet except for the sounds of shallow breathing, both of you trying to catch your breath.

Senku breaks the silence with words that make a grin spread on your face.  “There’s a billion percent chance I’m going to be stressed tomorrow…”

“You know where to find me.”

...

A/n: I've been looking over my past work and :0

All I can say is that I think I've definitely improved since I started...

[yummyrevivalfluid]

Please Don't Use Science To Justify S-

A/n: This is a new and improved version of the original. Same concept, but (IMO) better descriptions and grammar! WARNINGS: THIS IS SMUT! NSFW! IT'S FILTHY PLEASE BE ADVISED STORY CONTAINS: hand-job, oral (male-receiving), thigh-fucking, edging, swallowing bodily fluids, dacryphilia, and overstim.

Everyone could sense the stress piling on Senku. The way his eyes twitched at every failed attempt to create yet another tool for the Kingdom of Science—you didn’t bother yourself with the schematics, only there to ride the wave of progress.

You observed him quietly, watching the bags under his eyes worsen day by day. His gravity-defying hair, askew from the countless times his fingers ran through it. And what motivated you the most was the untidiness of his clothing. The last thing he cares about is his appearance—and it shows. His collar tugged low and to the side, revealing more skin than he typically would.

Bad luck seemed to drown Senku, and you were witness to it all. Snickering to yourself when you catch the moment Senku trips over a rock, the blueprints in his hand scattering across the dirt. You listen attentively to the agitated sounds that spew from Senku’s lips.

You saunter over to him, carefully avoiding stepping on any of his blueprints unless you want to become a victim of his recent outburst. And if you’re being honest, you don’t think your words will provoke much of a reaction from him. It was just supposed to be a joke—a ruse—something to irritate the scientist further. A joke as a method to relieve his stress and improve his mood—surprised he took the bait and ran with it.

“You need to get laid.” You say as if it were an observation- the answer to all his problems.

“Are you offering?” Senku quips back without missing a beat, not once offering a glance in your direction, his attention fixated on the mess of blueprints.

You thought Senku was immune to teasing—immune to biological needs and wants. Not that you were complaining, although your wrist was starting to ache.

“Haah… slow down,” Senku whined. His body is at your mercy- shivering and twitching from the cool touch of your hands moving up and down with precision and a pace faster than light itself- his hips buckling at the feeling of your hands squeezing him cruelly.  

Begrudgingly, you comply with his plea. The pace of your wrist slows until it comes to a complete stop. Dazed and confused, Senku looks down at you, the sight causing him to spew curses under his breath. You're looking up at him with wide eyes, mouth wide open, with your tongue sticking out a glob of spit. Senku watches impatiently as it falls from your tongue and onto him. Hissing at the warmth of your saliva mixing with his own excretions.

“You’re so pretty like this,” you tease, smirking as you lather him with your spit. Your thumb drawing circles on the tip of him, your fingers gently squeezing the base. You reposition yourself, dropping onto your knees so that you sit between his thighs, and your mouth hovers over his tip. “I wonder what expression you’ll make when I take you into my mouth.”

“Heh, guess we will find out.” Senku tries to be his snarky self, not wanting to unravel in your hands completely, but he can’t hide the look of anticipation on his face. You’re looking at him with a mischievous grin that slowly dissipates into wanton desire as your lips inch closer. Your lips are pressed against him, the warmth and slick feeling of your mouth on him, gently sucking only his tip.

“Is that all you can handl-” he chokes on his words when you take him completely. The sounds that emerge from Senku’s lips are uncharacteristic. A low groan, verging on animalistic, slowly gives way to pitchy whines and gasps. You bob your head up and down, drool running down the side of your mouth, tears welling up in your eyes at the feeling of Senku hitting the back of your throat. Lewd wet echo throughout the lab. The only thing deterring others from entering is a hastily made, poorly designed sign with bright red letters: Stay Out. You pull back, your drool connecting you both.

“Sorry, what was that?” you ask, feigning innocence. You’re pecking kisses onto him, each kiss receiving an airy gasp from Senku. You welcome him back into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head.

Senku can feel the stress on his shoulders dissipating- all thanks to your warm tongue swirling around him, his hips occasionally bucking. He can feel himself hitting the back of your throat- his ears were blessed with the sounds of your quiet gagging. His fingers tangling themselves into your hair, selfishly moving you at his desired pace.

“C-can I?” he asks, almost begging. With your mouth full of him, you hum- nodding your head. He can feel you moan around him when he tugs at your hair, pulling you flush to his hips. You grip his thighs, whining at the feeling of his cum running down your throat. When Senku’s grip falters, you pull away- your body eagerly begging for air. Senku slides beside you, breathing rapidly, while he covers his eyes with his forearm.

“I underestimate the science of hormones…”  Senku laughs, falling onto his back. “Sucked the stress right out of me”

“Next time I’ll charge you,” you joke.  

“Are you trying to bring back prostitution?” Senku asks, smirking at the idea.

“Depends on the pay…I wonder how much dragos this is worth” you mutter. Senku snickers at your response- his mind reeling at the thought of Ryusui’s dragos crashing due to an unforeseen market.

The feeling hits him like a wave. His eyes grow heavy — the lack of sleep finally catches up to him. He can barely manage to stay conscious, nearly missing your words.

“You know where to find me if you need me.”

...

The very next day, you hadn’t seen Senku at all. Not that it mattered to you anyway—you were just someone who happened to give him some much-needed head. It wasn’t until the sun set and you were ready to go to bed that Senku arrived at your hut. When you opened the door, you couldn’t hide the smirk on your face. You knew exactly why he was there.

“Back so soon?” you teased as you let him inside. “Am I that good?”

“Good or bad doesn’t have to do with anything,” Senku explained. He averted his gaze from yours, rubbing his neck to maintain his cool demeanor. However, the light blush on his ears exposes him. “Sexual activity has been proven to help reduce stress and improve well-being due to the hormones that are released-”

“Please don’t try to use science to justify a blowjob.” you interrupt him, not wanting to hear the biological processes that would somehow correlate to having his dick sucked.  

“I’m not,” Senku says with slight annoyance. He has his arms crossed as he finally decides to match your gaze. “But I need you to do it again…”

 “Need or want?” you ask as you move closer to him. You tilt your head to the side and place your palm on his chest. You feel him stiffen under your touch, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he grips your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. He leans down to whisper in your ear, “Need.”

“That’s too bad…My jaw still aches…” You whine.

“Don’t take more than you can handle.” Senku retorts. You feel Senku’s palm rest on your jaw, and you lean into his touch. The tips of his fingers tug at your bottom lip, and you comply with his silent demand. You part your lips just enough so that his fingers find the warmth of your mouth. You lightly suck at his fingers. “Your mouth looks fine to me.”

With his fingers still in your mouth, you mutter, “What if I gave you something better than my mouth?” Your words amuse him. He studies your face, looking for any hint as to what you're suggesting…

surely you don’t mean…

“And what would that be?”

You don’t answer; instead, your hands wander to the strings holding his tunic closed. You untie his tunic and push it off his shoulders. You raise your hand to your mouth and let some saliva fall from your lips and pool onto your palm.

Senku’s breathing hitches at the warmth of your hands, stimulating him. He let his head rest between your shoulders, soft moans escaping his lips. He feels his knees buckle every time you slow your pace and squeeze, gasping at your cruel treatment. He can feel it. The same sensation of ecstasy- the release of oxytocin, the throbbing of his cock, the rapid beating of his heart. He was close.

And then he wasn’t. You’re pulling away, feeling the loss of your warmth as he moves back from your neck. You’ve never seen him so needy; you almost felt sorry for him, especially with the way his eyes pleaded with yours.

He watches patiently as your hands move under your dress, noting the removal of your underwear. His gaze doesn’t leave you as you turn around and press your bottom against him. Your forearms find rest against the wall. You position his cock between your thighs. The base of his cock rubbing against your wet folds. Senku places his hands on your waist to steady himself.

“Just the thighs,” you mutter. You can feel him hesitate, the tip of his cock barely disappearing before pushing back. At first, his thrusts are shallow and weak until he hears you whining at the feeling of the tip of cock brushing against your clit. The soft moans- the gasps of pleasure that escape from your lips give him the confidence he needs. He tightens the grip on your waist before his mouth finds its home between your neck once again. Senku parts his lips, his tongue swirling the exposed skin on your neck- your breath hitching at the feeling.

“Senku...” you moan. He doesn’t pull away; instead, he hums against your skin. Littering kisses just as you did to him. He begins to quicken his pace, the slick of your arousal spilling onto him, making it easier for him to thrust against your thighs. He can feel you trembling against him, almost pulling away.

Not again…

Without a second thought, Senku pushes you both to the ground. You found yourself with your stomach on the ground, your back arched as your moans got louder and more frequent. He has you caged to the ground, one arm over your head and the other slithering under your dress. They travel from your stomach and go further down until they find what they’re looking for.

Your eyes jolt open at the feeling of his fingers rubbing circular patterns onto you, “Senku,” you whine.  You were supposed to be pleasuring him, but instead, you found yourself at his mercy.

“Don’t like the taste of your own medicine?” Senku teases. He lightly tugs at the bud, alternating between a sadistic pinch and a soothing rub. It didn’t take a genius to know you were reaching your end. You were squeezing your thighs far tighter than before. Your hips were trembling, and were you crying?

Your words are garbled and slurred- he can’t quite uncover your words except for the quiet chants of ‘Senku’ rolling off your tongue. You can feel your eyes crossing, your nails rake across the ground, your body thrashing against Senku’s as you feel yourself closer to sweet release.

You feel Senku’s hands find yours, his palm resting on top of yours and squeezing gently. You lift your head enough to look back at Senku. He catches your stare and leans toward you. The sensation of his lips against yours is enough to overwhelm you. Before you know it, something inside you snaps. You can feel it dripping down your thighs, soaking Senku’s thighs along with it.

Senku continues to thrust against your thighs as he feels you cry into his mouth. Feeling you squeezing around him was enough for him to push him to the edge, granting him what you had denied him. With a final thrust, he lays plush against your back as he pumps his cum against your stomach. His cum dripping down below and mixing with your own release.

With his last ounce of strength, Senku pulls you up and moves you away from the mess you created together. You lie next to each other, trying to regain composure. It was quiet except for the sounds of shallow breathing, both of you trying to catch your breath.

Senku breaks the silence with words that make a grin spread on your face.  “There’s a billion percent chance I’m going to be stressed tomorrow…”

“You know where to find me.”

...

A/n: I've been looking over my past work and :0

All I can say is that I think I've definitely improved since I started...

[whoiskohi]

𝗱𝗿. 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗲

♤ smut | ♡ fluff | ◇ suggestive | ♧ angst

𖥸┈┈┈𖥸┈┈𖥸┈┈┈𖥸┈┈𖥸┈┈┈𖥸┈┈𖥸┈┈┈𖥸

Senku Ishigami

One shots

WILD | ◇ SHAMELESS | ♤ something inside | ♡ LOVE FOR YOU | ♡ the end of the world | ♧ POSITIONS | ♤ angel in the snow | ♡ BABY, I'M JEALOUS | ♤ SWEATER WEATHER | ◇ KISS ME MORE | ♡ i like the way you kiss me | ♤ HER | ♡ PRETTY BOY | ♡ YOU RIGHT | ◇ SIENNA | ♧ EUROPA VII | ♧ alter ego | ♡

Stories with chapters

RIDE OR DIE | ♡ STUCK IN A FEELING | ◇ WHEN YOU GONNA GIVE IT UP TO ME | ♡

[sukianimepookie]

“Let me thank you properly” NSFW

Yet again, this is my first time writing something like this, but let me tell you I enjoyed it A LOT, maybe even too much. I tried to make him as accurate as possible, but I might have messed up a bit (sorry I’m obsessed with pathetic man). Anyway, here’s the warnings:

mdni!!!!!!!

This is pretty clear, but Senku is very obviously not a minor

tw: pornstar!reader x virgin!Senku, teasing, oral (m receiving), fingering, masturbation, premature cumming

I hope I didn’t miss anything ;(

That’s all for this one! Hope you enjoy it, mwah

Who would’ve guessed that the next inhabitant of the science kingdom would be a pornstar? I mean, an agricultor or perhaps even a mathematician would’ve been really helpful, but Y/N Y/S? The famous Y/N Y/S?

But of course, this was the inclusive and progressive science kingdom, in which nor your appearance nor your old vocation were important, just your ability to let yourself be exploited at your new work. Also, Senku didn’t recognize you, something that, coming from him, was more than credible.

“I’ve revived another person. We are always short on manpower so she’ll be much help” said Senku, distracted, as he looked into what you guessed was a map as you walked behind him.

In contrast to the scientist’s imperturbable calm, Gen’s jaw fell to the floor when he saw you. Was that really you??? Y/N?????? That Y/N?????? He was indeed… how to put it… a big fan of your earlier job.

“Oh- uhm- Hey!” Stumbled out Gen nervously, giving you a forced smile and an exaggerated wave of his hand “I’m stealing Senku for a little moment, okay?” Before any of you could react, he had grabbed Senku’s arm and was quickly pulling him a few meters away from where you were standing perplexed.

“DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA OF WHO THAT GIRL IS?” He asked with wide opened eyes as he did an effort to cover up his mouth with one hand so you couldn’t read his lips and guess what he was saying.

“Huh?” Ishigami put his pinky into his ear as he leaned his other hand on his hip “if it’s not relevant in a ten billion percent to achieve my goal I’m not interested, you can keep it to yourself” he stated with his usual nonchalance

“HOW CAN YOU BE SO-“ the mentalist looked like he was on the brink of going insane “that is Y/N Y/S and- well- let’s say she used to work in the entertainment industry” he said it as elegantly as he could, but Senku wasn’t quite getting his message “Senku!” He shouted in a whisper “she was a porn actress!… a really good one if you ask me”

“Perfect. I’m gonna make the most of her great skill with her hands then” he said, thinking about how to make her work to accelerate the process of creation of his re-inventions, to which Gen sighed exasperated.

In the village they explained the whole situation to you, from that catastrophic green light to now and, when you realized, your first day in this new world was over. You had been working all day, and it wasn’t until the full moon’s light was the only one in the whole place that you realized you hadn’t thanked that white-and-green-haired guy for unpetrifying you.

“Hmmm… is a simple “thank you” truly enough after the heroic act he has done saving me?” You thought with a mischievous smirk etched into your face as your feet were already driving you to the laboratory, also known as Senku’s main s/o. You knew exactly what you wanted to do in there, at the end of the day, old habits aren’t forgotten easily.

Knock knock knock

You opened the door slightly, just enough to peek in your head and look at the inside of that clean room. The shelves were tidy, glass tools shining on top of them, and in the middle of the place there was a certain guy sitting on a chair, his face mere inches away from the desk, seemingly doing a task that required a lot of attention.

“If that isn’t focus, I don’t know what it is” you thought before slipping your whole body in, closing the door behind you.

“Senku”

“Hmm?” He didn’t even look back at you, which made you pout. Many men would’ve twisted their neck completely only to steal a glance of you, and he didn’t even flinch.

“I haven’t thanked you yet. You know, for unpetrifying me and all that”

The scientist laughed in that characteristic way of his “I thought you’d want to curse me rather than thank me after all the hard work you’ve done today. Anyway, don’t bother. I’m planning on saving the whole humanity”

There it was again. That uninterested tone. If his goal was to bring everyone to life, you had just set up an aim for yourself: give this embittered man some… relief.

“Wow, that is a big goal” you mumbled, your tone switching up to a softer one, more sensual. You rested your hands over his shoulders, moving them up and down slowly. Senku stopped doing whatever he was doing for a second which, taking into account the amount of attention he had given to you earlier, was a win for you.

“Gen has informed me about what used to be your job. I will save you some humiliation, I’m not interested in those type of things, not until I’ve turned my science kingdom into a reality”

His indifference felt like nails were being thrown directly at your Ego.

“Relax” you giggled as your mind was filled with the thought that a guy like Senku was probably, or better said, definitely a virgin. “I’m not talking about love. I don’t know you and, as surprising as it sounds, you don’t know me either” you said as you got on your knees beside him.

“Didn’t I say I wanted to thank you?” And with that, you turned his chair with both of your hands so you were on level with his crotch.

“Whoa! What- what are you doing?!” Ishigami gripped the armrests of his chair tightly, a light pink tint becoming visible on his cheeks “I already told you-“

“Looks like your body says otherwise” you commented amused at the sight of the bulge that was growing under his tunic.

You rested both of your hands on his separated knees and you moved them up his thighs, slowly, teasing, making sure each and everyone of your touches sent shivers down his spine. His not-so-notorious bulge wasn’t it anymore, manhood hard as a rock.

“Aww, that looks needy”

You muttered, looking up at him with eyes full of innocence and worry both of you knew were fake.

Senku’s breath raged, his chest going up and down unsteadily. You slipped your hands under his tunic, hot palms pressing against his underpants at the sides of his dick.

“I need you to give me a yes Senku, you know how this goes” you saw his jaw clench and his whole body stiffen “come on, lemme thank you properl-“

“Yes”

You were surprised, flabbergasted actually, and you weren’t quite sure if it was due to his agreement to what was about to come, or due to his voice being gruffer and raspy.

You bit your lip, finding the whole situation hot and slid your hands underneath his underwear. Damn. You opened your eyes even wider. This couldn’t be it. Was he hiding all of this under that old tunic? Impossible.

One of your hands grabbed the base of his length and the other one traced his member from the tip to the base, getting a breathy sigh from him. It was long, not excessively long, probably not far from average, but definitely on the longer side. And it was thick. Thick and veiny.

You felt your insides water at the thought of it, though you hadn’t even seen it yet. You slowly lifted his tunic and pulled his underwear down, being helped by Senku who understood the assignment and lifted his hips up. And again. Damn.

“I have not a single respectful thing to say”

You whispered. It was quite as you had imagined it thanks to your hand-exploration, but the tip was baby pink and it looked so lickable to you, so appetizing… oh, you WERE gonna enjoy this.

You noticed Senku looking at you through his peripheral vision, clearly impatient, and though you would have loved to tease him just a little bit, you never knew with this guy and you were not gonna waste such an opportunity. No fucking way.

You wrapped your soft hands on his length again, one on his base and the other one a bit higher. You started by giving his swollen tip a kitten lick. You barely even tasted him, you were testing the waters, attentive to his face to watch his reactions, but the motherfucker didn’t look at you, his gaze was stuck on the ceiling.

For Senku it was already hard enough facing the fact he had accepted this, he couldn’t look you in the eye, not while he was letting you thank him this way.

Even so, when the second lick arrived, which went from his base to his tip, you felt his shaft twitch on your hands at the same time his hips thrusted involuntarily against you, begging for proper attention, so you gave in.

You started by putting his whole tip into your mouth, that precious mushroom tip that was already glistening with precum. Your hands travelled from his fat cock to his thighs, digging your fingers in them to gain stability.

Senku kept looking up as you swallowed more and more of his dick with practiced ease, he was too stubborn to let you find out that his eyes had got stuck on the back of his head embarrassingly long ago.

You swallowed all of it like a good girl, of course you did, you had dealt with much worse back in those times.

You took it all as you felt his veins pulsing on your throat, which sent chills down your body, and it wasn’t until your nose hit his pubis that you heard an actual sound from him. Not a sigh. A sound. Something in between a low moan and a high pitched groan. You didn’t even have to look at his face to know he was embarrassed and burning red, and his hips bulked against you yet again.

You weren’t quite sure why, but the thought of Senku, the implacable scientist letting out pathetic sounds and grabbing the chair so harshly that his knuckles were turning white, all to not grab your hair and force you to go faster, just because of how good you were sucking him made your core burn. This was hot, damn it.

You bobbed your head up and down, switching between going faster and slower, noticing how he tried to suppress every single whine from his mouth, the only thing filling the environment being the filthy sounds you yourself were creating; his cock hitting the back of your throat, your occasional gagging (in purpose, of course), your wet lips against his skin… but there was another sound, something Senku couldn’t quite identify, something wet and slick that sounded to dirty and hot as to ignore it, so he forced himself to look down at you and oh god, how much he wishes he wouldn’t have done that.

One of your hands had travelled to your body, to the inside of your panties if we’re being specific. Senku’s brain short circuited at that very moment.

Were you really fingering yourself? Were you turned on by throatfucking that poor guy? He had nothing to do with those men you used to film yourself being fucked by, he was sure.

You were probably used to big guys, much bigger than him, with a six pack and big biceps and- and you were finding pleasure in this?

Even you were confused. You had only been with guys whose brain resided in the inside of their pants and now you were here, with a man who talked about creating a whole civilization from scratch, and you had never felt your tight hole clench around your fingers harder.

You looked up at him as you kept pleasuring both your and himself, meeting his gaze. He looked so… different, it only fueled you to move your fingers faster.

Senku nearly broke. It was too much to handle already. Glassy eyes meeting up his own, your hand moving visibly faster inside your clothes- it was just too desirable.

He had fist fucked himself a couple of times before, he was a teenager (perpetrification) after all, and he had managed to give himself some carnal pleasure but- Holly shit. This was ten billion percent a different level. His balls tightened in advance.

“I’m gonna-“

His warning came late as spurts of his hot thick cum spilled down your throat

“Shit- fuck- sorry-“

He kept mumbling, his breath still raged, obviously embarrassed.

Premature cumming. Yep, definitely a virgin.

You swallowed every drop of that delicacy he had gifted you and you took your hand out of your panties, middle and ring fingers soaked. Senku feared he might get hard again just from the sight of it

“Don’t apologize, it’s the best part” you answered as you licked your lips. His head was still processing everything that had just happened.

“Anyway, I guess you have a lot of things to work on, so I won’t bother you anymore”

You stood up, fixed your clothes a little and walked towards the door, waving him goodbye with the sweetest smile in the world, making sure your slick covered fingers were in clear view for him to think about later.

As you left him all alone, looking as disheveled as ever and with a new obtained half-hard, he couldn’t help but think of ways in which he could help you.

Maybe he could invent something you’d appreciate, something you’d like or need, with the hope that, if he did well, maybe you would let him fuck another one of your pretty holes on your next “thank you”.

[ashly1starlight]

Doctor Stone rp req!

Hiiii!!!!! Im Ashly and im 23 years old! Im only looking for 20+ rp partners so if your not over 20 im not interested. Long term is better im highly active and dislike being ghosted but if you communicate with me if your busy I wont mind waiting! Just dont ghost me.

So I just got into doctor stone and im looking for someone who can roleplay with me! If you've seen my prior posts on rp req you can see im literate, responses can be 2 paragraphs or maybe more depending how much im enjoying the rp. Half assing the responses make me withdraw completely or match your energy so be careful. I only rp on discord so dm me if your interested. I have plot ideas for each boy so hope thats ok! Also if you want me to play a character of your intereste im more than happy to do so but obviously all characters are and HAVE to be of legal age! Anywho the boys im looking for to be with my oc are:

• Ryusui

• Tsukasa

• Senku

[carameldaydreamz]

the ryusui community is starving !!!

could write something for him plss ∩^ω^∩

♡ lover-boy ryusui <3

a/n: absolutely I can!! thats literally my baby... i would die for him... also!!! you're the very first person to send a request on my account <3 i will love you forever thank you, i will try to take good care of you, i couldnt decide what to write so i'm gonna write everything!! a drabble, headcanons, and finally a oneshot, so i hope one of them is to your liking <3

word count: 700+

pairing: nanami ryusui x gn!reader

genre: a drabble/headcanons

warnings: it might be cringe or rushed i didn't wanna keep you waiting luv....

lover boy!ryusui, he can't help the sparkle that shines in his eye as he watches you walk across the ship, his ship. the way your hips sway, the way your hair blows in the salty sea breeze, the way the sunset reflects off your skin, you are quite the catch.

lover boy!ryusui, who has never desired a person like this before. he's desired a fleet of ships to own the oceans, to conquer the skies, to hone his professional gaming skills, he's desired many things. but never... never a person. this desire feels stronger, his heart twisting in his chest at the thought of not having you.

lover boy!ryusui, who will give you every single thing you desire in this universe. just ask for it, he will give it to you with a snap of his fingers. he'll give you bouquets with hundreds of flowers in them, your own ship, custom-made clothes. even if you don't have extravagant desires, he will give you all of his time if that is all you wish for.

lover boy!ryusui, who asks "will you be mine?" in his confession to you. for the first time in his life, he was scared that he might not be able to fulfill one of his desires, that he might get rejected. he knows he's capable of having anything he wants with inanimate desires, objects. but you're a person, so if you say no...

lover boy!ryusui, whose smile is full of pure pride when you say you feel the same way for him. his fist triumphantly pointing towards the skies as he shouts his accomplishment to the rest of the kingdom of science.

lover boy!ryusui, who will watch you lean against the railing of the ship, looking out to the ocean beyond, and come up behind you. his hands resting on either side of you on the railing, caging you in, with his head resting against your shoulder, taking in your warmth...

lover boy!ryusui, when you lean into him, his hands move from the railing to wrap around you, squeezing you quite tightly from behind as you look out at your surroundings.

lover boy!ryusui, who has no problems with taking your chin in his hands and kissing you in front of everyone. after every accomplishment, every new invention, every grand new feat, he'll twirl you around in his arms and give you a kiss.

lover boy!ryusui, who always needs to be touching you in some way, or at least near you. having you sit next to him while he steers the ship, sitting next to you at francois' bar while all of your friends in the KOS are celebrating a victory, holding you in his lap while he's sitting below deck, holding your hand while he's having a meeting with the other five wise commanders, he always needs to be near you, constantly reminding himself that you're okay while this group goes on many treacherous adventures.

lover boy!ryusui, who's world would absolutely collapse if you ever got hurt on a mission. if you went into the woods with some of the others to gather supplies and come back bruised and scratched, he would immediately run over to you with a frown on his face, questioning you fervently while you just want to sit down.

lover boy!ryusui, who will panic over your state while you assure him you're fine. you try to clean yourself up and bandage yourself, but he quickly stops you and takes care of it, wrapping all your wounds and giving light kisses to all of your bruises. a captain has to take care of his first mate.

lover boy!ryusui, who is now hesitant to let you go on missions without him. when he finally lets you, he is calling the groups makeshift phone non-stop to make sure everyone is okay. (mostly just to check on you though...)

lover boy!ryusui, who will hold you as close as he can while you both sleep at night, to the point where you have to push him off of you in your sleep just to breathe. he can't help it, you're so warm. so addicting. so desirable.

lover boy!ryusui, who feels like he needs nothing else when he's with you, like you satiate all his desires. like you're all he's ever needed, and ever will need.