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mci-writing · 10 months

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heyy~ may i habe, hcs nsfw of senku, tsukasa, and gen fucking their s/o in the kitchen? like senku you guys fucked up something and waiting on an order, tsukasa takes you while youre making breakfast or something, and gen uses cream from a pastry youre making to lick it off your body? thank you ily i hope i did this right lol.

This has been years in the making, huh?

Sexy Kitchen Times (w/ Senku Ishigami, Tsukasa Shishiou, and Gen Asagiri):

TW: smut, modern/no petrification/post petrification au, small bit of bondage in Gen's part (he ties reader's wrists to the bedpost), no beta whoops, overstim in Senku's part, Tsukasa fucks his s/o next to a still hot stove 🤷🏾‍♀️

Ishigami Senku:

You had tried warning him from the get-go that substituting the recipe's ingredients with chemicals from his lab would be a horrible idea (esp when he pulled his Bunsen Burner seemingly out of thin air), but nooo he wanted you to trust the science process bc he was more than 1 billion percent sure it would work

Now you were standing in the middle of a nearly destroyed kitchen while ordering from the noodle place down the block, sending your lover a glare he knows a little too well when science experiments that involve you go horribly wrong

He hugs you from behind after cleaning up most of the mess, burying his face in your neck as he pulls you closer to him

This was what your friends deemed the affection maneuver, a move Senku only makes when he knows he might be sleeping on the couch for the night

"Y'know, it's so sexy when you get mad like this, dragonfruit" He'll teasingly whisper along the shell of your ear, pressing soft kisses into your skin while his fingers rub sensual circles into your hips

And for the moment, you completely forget about the kitchen debacle when his lips meet yours, turning you in his hold and helping you settle on the counter. He tugs your top off between kisses, nipping at whatever skin he can reach while his one of his hands happily move to fondle your chest

And, like always, it ends with you riding his cock (bc his stamina maxed out smh), your hands gripping onto his thighs for dear life as his tip nudges at a certain sensitive spot while he times the delivery guy through calculating the speed of your rocking and the pitch of your moans, who is definitely 10 minutes late this time

Your brain is mush by the time the food does get there, Senku happily coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of you with a sweet "Just one more? So I can make it up to you?". It's the closest he can get to you forgetting the whole conundrum and he gets to watch your face shift in overstimulated pleasure

He does still sleep on the couch later that night, but it's only for a couple minutes before you cave and make him eat you out as payback (which you both know is just going to lead to a round of competitive sex, but I'll mind my best)

Asagiri Gen:

You'd already had an idea this would happen when Gen kept making innuendos about the glaze you'd made for your donuts earlier in the day, but a part of you wasn't really taking his words seriously until he'd told you to wait on the bed

I mean, you couldn't really go anywhere with your wrists tied to the bedpost, but you could hear the small happy pep in his step as he made his way back to you with the icing bag nuzzled snuggly in his hold

"Baby, look what I've got," He eagerly coos as he towers over your body, setting his knee beside you as he slides in closer on the bed. He holds the tip over your lips, squeezing enough for a little bit of the sweet concoction to spill out.

After your tongue swipes the small bit away, he gets to work setting a small dollop on each of your sensitive parts, stopping to admire his work once he finishes

He ensures that you've been licked clean of any stick sweet residue by the time he's finished, keeping track that you're thoroughly prepped before nestling into your welcoming heat

And he happily covers certain areas of your body with the cream again before fully allowing himself to go to town, enjoying the way his cum mixes with the sugary substance on your skin

Shishio Tsukasa:

"Ts-Tsukasa..." You manage out in an airy tone, tightly gripping the counter as the head of his cock nudges at your entrance. The small sounds you make as he pushes the head all the way in only make him smirk

He leans forward as he pushes fully inside, taking the time to cut the stove off before his hand softly grips your hips and drags you back against him.

"You shouldn't have teased me so much," He softly states into your ear, tugging on the lower back tie of your apron so it hangs freely from your body by the tie around your neck. His right-hand moves to grab at the plush fat of your ass, a smack sounding as he brings his heavy palm down and squeezes as soon as he gets a good grip on it

He easily slides in and out from the perfect combination of spit and lube, the tight hold on your hip allowing him to push and pull against you as he pleases

Each spill of his name from your lips only encourages him to go faster, the breakfast you'd been hard at work creating forgotten with each deep thrust he made inside, stars clouding your mind

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ilydeku · 7 months

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HELP i mean part 3 of senku text hcs oops

what it'd be like to text senku pt.3

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leewritestoomuch · 25 days

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I’m sorry for all the requests but Dr.stone brain rot is killing me 😭:

May I order a headcanon (once facking again) where their s/o’s family was extremely poor in the past, so when Ryusui made currency they spent the least amount of money, rarely eating out of habit and trying to not make the same mistake their family did before?

If there was a Tsukasa part I believe that would only fuel his anger more for the rich and greedy ngl 😭

Anyways, if you do my request once again. Thank you from the absolute bottom of my heart! And remember to always take care of yourself pookie <3

- Sincerely, 🍙 Anon

Reader’s Family was Poor in the Past

Hi!!! Thank you for the request! :) and do remember to take care of yourself too! Sorry this is so late to when you sent this in 😭 there is so much in my inbox, I jump around.

I chose Senku, Gen, Tsukasa, and Ryusui for this.

Senku Ishigami

He wasn’t too concerned with what everybody was doing, but your behavior doesn’t go unnoticed.

He watched as you picked through almost thousands of drago and only spent a few, and it almost seemed like you were scared to.

Ryusui had practically thrown drago at you because you were nearby and he complimented you and gave you plenty of money, so why were you spending SO cautiously like you were down to nickels and dimes? (I know nothing about Yen so I don’t know if there is an expression equivalent in Japanese)

You have nothing to really save the money for, so why were you debating so hard over spending it on a shirt. You wanted the shirt, didn’t you?

Eventually, he’d found out from somebody that knew you that your family was poor. He had thought something like that must have been the case, but now he knows for sure.

He’d likely encourage you to spend a bit more. Either that, or he’d bluntly tell you there is no reason to keep the money so close to you anymore.

Gen Asagiri

If he had that much money, he’d be blowing it.

You had thousands of drago that Ryusui had just handed you. And you were clutching onto it like you’d be robbed of it and be left for dead without it if you loosen up just a little.

You hesitated to get cotton candy, despite how much you said you missed the taste.

He watched you and soon noticed your behavior was like those who were less fortunate to have to ration to survive.

You didn’t need to do that here, the money isn’t that important. At the end of the day, the hunters in the kingdom of science would bring home food rather people paid them for the meat or not.

The community doesn’t run off of money, so your behavior is unnecessary. So he’d probably talk you out of it.

He’d come stand beside you, talking to you softly.

“Money isn’t that important here. You don’t need it to pay for a house. And the beasts of people we have here do the hunting for us, and never once have they asked for money. Nor would they deny you food if you couldn’t pay. You can save some… but maybe spend half? Plus…” he leans in to whisper, “Ryusui would gladly pay for you if it ever came to it. I’m sure a man like him will never run out of money.”

Tsukasa Shishio

Dragos have been around for a while, but you’re still clutching onto them like it’s life or death.

Francois doesn’t make you pay them for food. The hunters (him, Hyoga, etc) don’t make you pay them for meat or anything.

So your behavior has got to be engraved into you.

He might be on the side of kingdom of science, but deep down, this rise of currency and capitalism bothers him.

watching you struggle to let go of money makes him angry.

The world they used to live in had brought you to this point, and that pisses him off.

He knows what that’s like. He fought for money. He became famous for money. All for money for Mirai. Just so his sister would live.

He had to pay people to keep his sister alive.

And old men paid for the rights to land and he had no grounds to even do anything about getting beat down by one for picking seashells. That man OWNED those seashells.

He doesn’t know exactly what you went through, but he’s got an idea.

He doesn’t say much, but he makes sure to give you plenty of food and he’ll buy things for you and give them to you.

Honestly he’s so sweet.

Ryusui Nanami

Spend money, get bitches. Yk. (This man would hate the word bitches for sure. But I had to say this. Like side note, but he’s an advocate for the word to be offensive when leaving a man’s mouth)

Ryusui gave you thousands of drago and stepped back. He expected you to spend it, give to the economy, etc.

But you held onto it like you were gonna need it soon.

He doesn’t really know what that’s like. He’s always had lots of money.

Well, once he had a smaller allowance, but even that would be a lot to most other people. He doesn’t realize this so much, not until he sees you.

He’s confused at first.

What else is there to do in life than get all that one wants when they want it? Get your money up, keep your money up, spend your money up. Yk. The 3 pillars to life. (This is not what they are)

He gives you more money.

But you try to deny it.

He insists. Then he watches you clutch onto it like you’ll need it all in an hour.

He probably goes over to encourage you. Telling you to see things how he sees it.

And then you probably explain why you just can’t. You’re scared you’ll end up like your family was as a kid.

He begins to see what you mean, and he’ll probably spend some money on you.

“Don’t be scared. There isn’t anything to worry about money about here. Even if everything had a cost soon, I’d pay for whatever you needed. And all these people would surely do you a favor even if.”

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leavingsunsets · 3 months

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"ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ ᴀᴍ?"

[ɢᴇɴ ᴀꜱᴀɢɪʀɪ]

"What kind of flower you'd be?" you ask, giving him a confused look.

"What's with the sudden question?"

Gen merely tilts his head with an amused expression. "I'm just curious. You've been looking at flowers lately, haven't you?" he queries, but still keeps his gaze on the shimmering surface of the water.

"A little birdie told me you're well versed in flower language too."

Your eyes roll in exasperation. "I bet it was tattletale Chrome who told you."

"Maybee~" he teases.

Sighing, you plant your hands on your hips. "Listen, I'm not an expert at it, I only know the few basics. Like roses, sunflowers, orchids, and stuff like that."

"That's still sufficient enough, you know? Besides, I'm not asking for a whole arrangement. Just one, one you think would describe me the most." he assures, smiling at you patiently, and tucking his hands into his sleeves.

The way he springs up this question out of nowhere is weird, but not too odd. Maybe he really is just curious? You put that thought aside for now and focus on thinking of flowers instead.

"I think..." you mutter, cupping your chin pensively in thought. Your gaze lifts up to the clear sky while you sift through your memories.

"....A Gardenia."

Gen blinks, eyes widening slightly in surprise. "A Gardenia...?"

Then, he breaks into a awkward chuckle. "How does a Gardenia make you think of me?"

At this question, you turn your head away. The reasoning was quite embarrassing, but you knew that you couldn't leave the mentalist unanswered.

"Uhm, clarity... hope, and... yeah." you mutter out, sweating.

"Hm. I don't really know what a 'yeah' is." the man drawls, amused.

"You... You get what I mean!"

"Mmmm. No, I don't."

Scoffing, you cross your arms. "Liar. Weren't you the one who started going on about flower language in front of Hyoga?"

"Well, there's just sooo many flowers... Can't you remind what Gardenias mean again?" he says cheekily.

Groaning, you bury your face in your hand. "C'mon man. You know."

"I'm afraid you'll have to spell it out for me." the mentalist says with a smug smirk on his face.

At this point, you're tired of the roundabouting. Groaning even louder, you turn your head to the side, away from him.

"...It means 'you're lovely'." a dust of pink coats your cheeks in embarrassment as you say this.

"Aweee, was that so hard to sayyy~?" Gen teases loudly, going all up in your side. "You could've just went on and said you liked me~!"

"Wh- I DIDN'T SAY THAT!" you nearly screech at him, face erupting in a bright shade of red as you stumble back. The man cackles at your reaction.

"Ohh, but you're mushy enough to tell me I'm lovely?" he leans in, sporting an even more smug look.

You roll your eyes in exaggerated exasperation. "Don't inflate your head over it. It was just a random pick."

"Ho, you say, but the fact remains that that was the first thing you thought of when asked what flower I reminded you of, the most."

"Okay, and?" You argue, feeling defensive.

"A red Camellia."

His voice suddenly changes, turning a little softened, though still confident in tone. This makes you pause, raising a brow. "What about red Camellias?"

"It reminds me of you."

It's silent, for a little while. Your face is blank, staring. Gen seems to get even more hesitant as the seconds tick by, a tint of regret in his face.

"Uhm, and they mean...?" you speak up, breaking the silence.

Gen blinks in confusion, as if he hadn't expected you to ask. "O-oh, you don't know what they mean?"

"I did tell you I only knew some floriography."

He nods, in a daze, as if in realization. "Oh... I see, I see..."

If you weren't mistaken, his expression seems to be a mix of relief, but also a tinge of disappointment. Though, he quickly shakes it off once he snaps out of it.

"Aha, well, I would tell you! Buuuut I think I heard Kohaku calling for us already! Seems Senku's got another session of grueling labor awaiting us, huh?" he rambles suddenly, shifting the topic. His gestures are weirdly exaggerated, but you dismiss it for the bigger topic.

You groan, already getting flashbacks to the torturous furnace pumping.

"Ghh, please, just let it be something else, like an announcement or something..."

Gen shrugs, already sauntering off, back to the where the others were. "Well, we have to get back to find out. C'mon." he beckons.

With a big, defeated sigh, you trudge after him, stepping off the rocky riverbank, and to the dirt path.

Following after him, you still grumble about how sore your arms would be after working, again.

"I should treat myself to like, 10 fruits after this, as reward." you keep on mumbling to yourself, not taking notice of the man's unusual silence.

Meanwhile, walking ahead of you, the mentalist lifts up his sleeves, attempting to cover the burning red that coats his cheeks.

[P.S. A red Camellia can symbolize love, passion, or a deep desire for someone.]

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nishayuro · 3 months

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✿Dr.Stone Masterlist✿

A/N: Here is the masterlist for my works for Dr. Stone please do tell me if there is something wrong with the links.

Fluff (🥰), Hurt/Comfort (💕), Crack (😂), Angst (😭),

Headcanons (H), Oneshots (O), Fics (F),

WIP (✏️), Completed (🔒), Nisha’s Favourite (❣️)

➸ Masterlist

Ishigami Senku

Nanami Ryusui

Saionji Ukyo

Chrome

Asagiri Gen

Nanami Sai

- Sai with a crush on reader in the stone world (🥰, H, O)

Stanley Snyder

- Celebrating his S/O's Birthday (🥰, H) - Stanley as your Mentor (🥰,😭, H, O) -Stanley with a teenage crush (🥰, O) -Being Stanley's Best friend (🥰, H, O)

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portfolio-of-dreams · 2 years

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but i wanted you… | asagiri gen x gn! afab! reader

warnings: some plot, explicit smut, dom! gen, jealousy, slight possessiveness, oral (f! receiving), cunnilingus, slight choking, marking, dacryphilia, kinda exhibitionism, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink (if you squint).

w/c: 2.8k

Asagiri Gen was capable of being a patient man. After all, it took time to persuade others to do his bidding. He was cunning and could use his quick wit to get what he wanted. That was the fun of being a ‘mentalist’. He’d tricked Chrome a few times into doing tasks for him and always messes around with sleight of hand magic tricks to distract Kinro and Ginro. He doesn’t like to brag but he’s a pretty skilled manipulator- uh persuader. His three step plan has always worked.

One: Stand by them and create a sense of comradery. Standing opposite of your target person makes the conversation feel adversarial or conflicting.

Two: Give inaccurate information relevant to the conversation. This forces them to correct you and tell you the correct information, which could be useful in the long run.

Three: Order them to do the opposite of what you want them to do. This is the use of reverse-psychology. Humans naturally want to refuse an order so they end up doing the opposite of the given demand, which is what you actually wanted them to do.

But you- you were different. Always saw right through his attempts of manipulation, shrugged off his tricks and ignored him to a default. He tried to insert himself into your conversations in hopes you would acknowledge him. He saw the way you looked at Senku, the way you laughed with him. The soft curve of your lips and the tightness of your cheeks when he agreed to your ideas. That was something he couldn’t stand to see. Today, he would make sure you knew his feelings towards you- no matter what.

It was an overcast day in the Ishigami Village, the sun shielded by dark clouds that enveloped all light. A chilled breeze blew through the trees and waved the flag above Chrome’s hut. Right below it was where Gen found you, with Senku. It irritated him that you were always with him, always around him. He should be the one to make you smile like that, to make you laugh, to touch you. That was the advantage he had over Senku- there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that he could make you feel better than Senku ever could.

“Y/n. Come here for a moment, indulge me just this once, won't you?” He spoke with false innocence dripping over his lips. His lowered eyes speaking of the lies he would tell you just to have you close to him. He knew his normal techniques wouldn’t work on you.

You exchanged glances with Senku before looking back at him. “Fine, Gen. But be quick, we’re so close to finishing the calculations. And no funny business!”

“I’m wounded you would think such a thing, darling y/n.” The words flowed so effortlessly as he batted his dark lashes at you.

You took carefully calculated steps towards him but he quickly grabbed your wrist to drag you away from the scientist. His actions startled you but curiosity killed the cat so to speak, so you followed him blindly to his small makeshift house on the outskirts of the village.

“Welcome to Chez Gen!” He extended out his arms on either side, proud of his small achievement of a hut. He’d obviously had some of the villagers “help” him out because it wasn’t falling apart.

You casually rolled your eyes and followed him past the makeshift door. You looked around but didn’t take your eyes off the slender man, whose face was contorted into a smirk as he moved closer to you. You narrowed your eyes and looked at him- waiting for him to say something about why he brought you here. He knew you were busy with Senku and the calculations for creating the proper metal mix with black clay to create the katana for the counterattack against Tsukasa. Didn’t he know how important that was?

You took a step back in tandem with his steps forward, until your back was almost against the stone clad walls. He held two clenched fists in front of you, the tops of his hands visible and his thumbs tucked underneath. Lowered stormy gray eyes and raised eyebrows stared at you as he waited for you to pick a hand. An exasperated breath fell from your lips as you tapped the top of his left hand. He turned it over and opened the palm to reveal there was nothing in his hand. Confused, you picked the other hand which also had nothing in it. As you stared at the newly opened right hand, his left hand flew up to cover your mouth as he roughly pushed you against the wall. His right hand trailed soft fingertips up your thigh and lingered just below your growing heat.

He leaned in close, hot breath fanning against the shell of your ear, smelling of Senku’s cola, “You know how I don’t like to share, and I think you’ve been spending too much time with the dear old scientist. It’s not fair.”

You huffed and grabbed at his wrist, able to pull it down enough to speak “Gen- if you’re jealous just say so. This little act is embarrassing.”

He roughly pressed his hand against your cunt and slid the other down to your throat “But I wanted you.”

“We’re still in the vicinity of the village…” You barely choked out between moans.

“Then I guess you better keep quiet then.” He growled lowly as his teeth worked the sensitive spot on your neck.

The heat of his lips caused your head to roll back, hitting the wall behind you. He smirked as he continued to kiss and suck at that sweet spot that made you moan his name. He would no doubt leave a mark, the two of you weren't exactly together but he was possessive over the things he wanted- including you. Your hands moved up to run them through his hair but he quickly grabbed them, slamming them above you with one hand wrapped around your wrists. You inhaled sharply as he rubbed his hand harsher against your clothed cunt. Your moans became more apparent, echoing in the space. The hand he had on your throat, moves to cover your mouth as you hear villagers pass through on the forest path. He stands there, staring into your eyes, continuing to grind his hand on you. He slides a finger into the tied cloth you created as underwear. A gentle touch moving just over your clit.

“Shh, little thing. We don't want to be found” A smug look crosses his face.

He picks you up easily, and walks you over to the quilted blanket Rumi sewed as a thanks to him for helping Senku and the village. His lips are rough against yours- needy and desperate to taste you. He slowly lays you down, open mouthed kisses litter your collarbone as he sucks at the skin creating harsh reminders that you should be his. He quickly slides the sleeves over your shoulders and pulls down your top, exposing your already perked nipples. He breaks apart from your neck- a trail of saliva connecting still. His eyes travel down as he kisses down your chest. He looks back up at you, your face so beautifully contorted in pleasure- pleasure he’s giving you. Not that overly confident scientist. He rolls your nipple between his fingers before taking it into his mouth. His tongue swirls around the hardened bud as the hand that's snaked around your waist, grabs at the plush of your skin. Your moans become louder, only slightly muffled by your desire to be quiet. Your hands, finally free- run through his hair, pushing his mouth further onto your chest. He continues to nip at the bud as pulls down the rest of your outfit. His hands move down your curves. One grabs at the plush of your thighs as the other rubs harsh circles onto your clit.

“More. Need more.” You groan and you move slightly in his grip.

“Aw, look at you. A mewling mess in my touch. Tell me who’s making you feel good...” He speaks against your skin, licking down your stomach to your hips.

You gasped and bucked your hips up, digging your nails into the skin of Gen’s shoulders. He hissed and stopped his finger’s movements, pressing down harshly onto the little bud of nerves. You whimpered and swiveled your hips, seeking release. A soft chuckle resounded from his lips as he danced his tongue lower. He stopped at your hips where he kissed along the spanse of your waistline before continuing on to tongue at the soft area where your hips met your thighs. You withered below him, gasping and pulling at his two-toned hair, whimpers and begs falling from your lips at high speed in an unintelligible manner.

He grabbed the bends of your knees in his hands and pushed your legs open, spreading them as far as they could go. Finally he dragged his tongue between your wet folds, using just the tip to tease you for a while. He moaned against your sweet slick, before plunging his tongue in at the bottom and ran it up, letting it dip into your entrance and all the way up to your clit. He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked lightly, pulling a low sugar-coated moan from your throat.

“You taste even better than cola.” He mumbled against your clit, flicking it with the tip of his wet muscle. Slowly, he spread your lips apart, and leaned back to take a good look. You squirmed and grabbed his head, urging him to continue, but he just smirked and blew on your clit, laughing out loud at your gasp.

“Look at you. So wet, you're dripping from your cunny. Who’s making you this wet? That arrogant scientist? Is he on your mind right now?” He said, incredulously, dipping his finger in before pulling it back and licking at it as he turned his attention to your eyes.

Gen bit down on the soft skin of your thigh. You gasped and shoved at his head, trying to push him off, but he pinned your hand to the side. “I’ve asked you quite a simple question. You know I don’t like to repeat myself, it’s too much work.”

You moaned and tried to pull your hand out of his grip, but it was no use. You huffed and wiggled your hips under his grasp “I- I’m only thinking about you! I promise!” Your eyes became slightly wet as you begged him to continue.

Within moments his mouth was upon you again, licking at your slit sloppily and sucking crudely at your growing arousal. You gasped and bucked your hips up wildly, needing more and more of his mouth, but he pinned down your hips, only responding to your whine with a flick of his tongue. You couldn’t be subtle about the feelings he was eliciting from you, screaming out obscenities. His tongue was like a drug and for the first time in your life you were proud to say you were an addict. He was slamming into you with his tongue and you could feel yourself getting closer to your nirvana as the seconds ticked by. You reached down and grabbed at his hair, trying to get him to release your clit from his harsh movements as you began to succumb to the overstimulation. Gen could be a patient man, but he certainly didn’t like being ordered around. He grabbed your hands and pinned them to your hips, holding you down effectively. You gasped and arched up at a particular deep stroke of his tongue and tightened your thighs around his head, yelling out as felt a wave of pleasure wash over you. Your walls tightened and clamped down on his tongue and you screamed out, nearly sobbing at the intensity.

He finally pulled back and grinned at you, his lips swollen and a deep red. His thumb circled around your sensitive clit, and you jerked back, groaning. He stared at you for a moment- admiring his work. Your face so turned in pleasure, the curve of your lips shining with drool, your body covered in his marks and your pussy oozing out your cum. He moaned out loud at just the sight and threw off his clothing. You gasped at the sight of his slightly toned stomach and down to his hardened cock. You quickly scrambled up to reach over and grab at his dick, running your fingers along the thick vein along the underside of his cock. His jaw dropped open and he threw his head back as you pumped his length, quickening your speed. Once his tip blushed a red and his arousal seeped from the slit, you pulled away and looked up at him- waiting for a reaction. He growled and pushed you back so you were laying against the blanket again. He climbed above you and lined himself up with your entrance.

“I’ll fuck you so good you’ll forget all about Senku. Your only thoughts will be me, and how good I make you feel.” And he plunged into you, quickly bottoming out. “Look at that, a perfect fit.”

He smirked as he began to thrust into you. You gasped and squinched your eyes, tilting your head back in a silent moan. He pulled out and rocked back into you, dropping his face low so the tip of his nose was just touching yours. He started slow, looking into your eyes but the minute he tried to turn your face away, he grabbed your chin and growled “Look at me.”

He looked at you with a fire in his eyes, an almost possessive glare. He attached his lips to yours and dug his teeth into your bottom lip, suddenly slamming into you faster than you thought possible. You choked, breathing in heavily and yelling out his name. He could almost laugh at how fucked out you were starting to look, his pretty thing, moaning and clenching on his cock as he fucked you senseless. You rolled your hips up, trying to keep up with the speed he was going at, but ultimately failing. He swirled his hips down harshly against yours as your pussy throbbed and gummy walls clenched down, coating him in your juices. He snaked his hand up around your throat and pulled upwards, so you looked into his eyes again and he slowed his movements.

“Come on, use your words. Let’s hear you say it…”

You cried, hot tears running over the apples of your cheeks “Please let me cum, Gen. You’re the only one who can!”

A smug shit-eating grin showed on his face as he quickened his pace once again. He pulled almost all the way out before quickly circling his hips down into you. His grunts became louder and his pace and thrusts started to get sloppy. The grip he had on your throat loosened and his hand slipped off to move between your sweaty bodies and rub circles against your clit. You felt your orgasm approaching as he continued to chase his high. Twinkling lights flooded your vision as you felt the knot in your stomach again. A sound of approval escaped his parted lips as you contracted down on his length, so tightly he could almost not move. Your back arched up and your head lolled to the side as you came around him. Blinding lights blurring your vision as you felt him release his heat into you- thick white ropes coating your insides as he continued to thrust into you, making sure you don’t let a drop escape. You winced when he finally pulled out and collapsed beside you. He pressed a lazy kiss to your temple and watched you attempt to stand on wobbling legs.

“Now if you’re done being jealous- I have work to get back to.” You spoke in breathy tones, trying to catch your balance enough to get dressed.

He grinned as he watched you struggle. Throwing your outfit back on and smoothing out the wrinkles in your hair. He stood up to get dressed as well, just watch you saunter back over to the table with Senku. Your legs shaking, top hanging loosely off of your shoulders and covered in him, smelling like him. The thought of it made him giddy. Senku leaned over the table with his back to you, only turning once he heard your footsteps approaching.

“Finally, y/n. Where have you been?”- he looked at your messied state before shaking his head- “Nevermind, don’t tell me. Just finish this equation while I work on the mixture.”

You silently nodded your head and stole a glance at Gen who just shrugged and offered you a thumbs up. Useless as ever, that cocky mentalist.

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kaigarax · 6 months

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A Shattered Reflection of You

Asagiri Gen x Reader

Quote: "Fall in love with someone you know." & "Fall in love with someone you'd chase after."

Someone You Loved Featuring: The Mentalist

Asagiri Gen never thought much about death.

Sure, he’d been to funerals before and known people who had died but those had all been older individuals who had lived fulfilling and full lives. The full weight of death had never truly impacted him or the people around him.

He hadn’t realised how close to death everyone around him truly is. How fragile and delicate life actually is.

Truthfully, he’d never thought much about death. He’d never thought much about death until you.

They say the wise young die young.

That the most beautiful flowers are picked first.

That there is no fairness in life and death.

At least, Gen thinks, you will forever be remembered in your youth. You will never have to see your brightness slowly diminish and disappear. You will forever shine bright in the minds and memories of those that have loved you. Of those that have ever gotten the chance to know you or be graced with your work.

There’s a large group of people here. Larger than yesterday.

Yesterday’s service was meant only for those deemed closest to you. Your family.

Today’s service is filled with beautiful and handsome faces. Those with startling features and brilliant views of the world. Or at least according to you they all were. Why else would you have chosen them to have been your muses at one point if not because you saw admirable features within them? Your muses.

Gen finds himself wondering if any of the other muses had attended the day before. Had any of them gotten to see the girl behind the lens? He thinks that at least one of them was close enough to you but… you had always been rather fond of your personal space.

Unlike other funerals Gen has been to there are no traditional funeral decorations. Instead a white venue has been chosen with large photos plastered and framed against the wall. Most of the photos aren’t of you, though that’s likely the way you would have wanted. Afterall, you’d always told Gen that you believed the worth of your life wasn’t your appearance but what you had been able to do.

Upon the instructions no one dressed in black or white. In fact it seems that most of the muses had chosen to dress in the colour which you had assigned to them. For Gen, it was ‘a royal purple that was meant only for those of the highest caliber.’

Gen had always liked purple, though he formed quite the fondness towards the specific shade you’d picked. You, unsurprisingly, always had quite a good eye for matching people to colours that matched them. Colours that seemed to bring the deepest parts of them to the forefront and surface.

Even at a young age.

The frame closest to the entrance holds a photo of a young boy. His expression is a mix between a scowl and a smile. As though he’d been trying his best not to laugh. The boy’s eyes are tired, as though he’s already seen too much in life.

Gen wonders what a boy would have had to see to have such tired eyes.

He doesn't ponder on it for very long as he moves onto the next photo.

The photos have a tendency to blur into a mess of colours the longer Gen stares at them. Like the view out of a moving car as you stare out a window.

Eventually though he finds himself at a loss as he stares at the portrait of him.

He’s dressed in casual clothes, resting the side of his head on a dark table as he stares into the camera. And Gen’s surprised for a multitude of reasons. He doesn't recall ever seeing this photo before; the dim lighting and background reminds him of a bar that he just can’t seem to remember the name of; but the thing that surprises him the most is his expression. Gen doubts that there’s another photo out there that holds such a raw and genuine smile from him.

His chest flutters.

Was this how you saw him?

It’s alive, real and strangely magical.

Gen has always known that he’s good looking but he never thought it possible for someone to see him like… that.

You saw such mystical things in the faces of others, but what did you see in yours?

The sound of a man blowing his nose catches Gen’s attention. He turns, surprised at seeing such a familiar face.

“You’re that boy from the earlier photos, the Soldier, aren’t you?” Asks Gen, despite already knowing the answer.

The Soldier is dressed in a forest green suit, his military badges pinned over his heart. His hair is slicked back in the same manner as it was in the photos you’ve taken of him as a child. He turns to face Gen, his expression mirroring the feelings in Gen’s chest.

He looks just as Gen imagined he would. With eyes that have seen too much and a mouth that seems to be perpetually frowning. You always smiled so brightly whenever you’d talk about him and his frown. Did you ever talk about Gen with that same smile? Did you think about him as much as he thought about you?

“Yeah.” the Soldier gives Gen a slight nod, “how’d you know? Most people are surprised when they learn it’s me in those photos.”

Gen smiles, “you have the same eyes.”

The Soldier raises a brow, clearly suspicious of Gen’s motives and actions. Gen, admittedly, has never come off as the most friendly and harmless person. But that was always something you liked about him.

“And the same expressions.” Adds a newcomer.

The pair turn to see a white haired man. The Athlete. He’s a white haired man whose hair has been cut short. He’s a lot shorter than Gen would have thought, especially being an Olympic athlete and all. In fact, he’s shorter than Gen. Not that height ever really mattered to you in the first place.

Gen raises a brow, “the Athlete?”

The Athlete flushes, “I was never really a fan of that title.”

“Why so?” Asks Gen.

“Because it always felt so…” the Athlete trails off, looking into the distance towards a photo of you.

You look quite young in the photo. Not quite as young as you were when you met him but not old enough to be something recent. Your hair’s still short in the photo which means it was probably a little after your break up. When was the last time Gen had seen you smile in such a way? When was the last time you smiled at him in such a way? With so much warmth and excitement?

“Different from who you felt you were?” Suggest the Soldier.

“Yeah.” says the Athlete, not bothering to look back at Gen or the Soldier.

The soldier’s gaze follows the Athlete’s towards the photo of you.

Gen had never really been sure of the nature of your relationships with your muses. He knew that they were people you admired. People you thought were brilliant. How you tried your best to capture the brilliance you saw in them through photos and words. He knew that the relationship between the two of you had always been kept at an arm's length.

Close, but never close enough to be something more.

Close enough to capture the essence of someone. To capture the thing that brought their attention to you in the first place.

Of course, you never seemed to realise that the way you captured them wasn’t in your art but through your personality. Afterall, why else would they all have been here in the first place?

“You know,” Gen begins, “those are titles she picked for you. I think she would have wanted you to look a little deeper into it.”

The Soldier scoffs, “and what’s yours supposed to mean, Mentalist?”

“Well, I’m a magician, aren’t I?” Gen gives one of his best performance smiles, “she was always very impressed by my extraordinary mental prowess. Though… When she said it, she always meant eccentric. Considered calling it ‘the Mad Man’ at some point.”

Gen’s words seem to strike a chord with the Soldier, as his eyes soften and the corners of his mouth turn up, “she wanted to call mine ‘the Brat.’”

Gen and the Athlete share a chuckle.

Of course she would have wanted to call it something like that. It certainly would have been quite a fitting title for the young boy in those photos. Sometimes, Gen can barely believe that you took those photos when you were still a young girl. They seem to capture so much of the personality of the Soldier. In fact, if Gen didn’t know any better, he would have believed that you had gone back in time when naming and taking each of those photos.

The Athlete clears his throat, “did you two know her well?’

“Not as well as I’d like to.” Says Gen.

“At one point,” the Soldier shugs, “did you?”

“I’m not sure.” Answers the Athlete.

Poor thing. Though that has always been your nature. Always sweeping others up in so much adventure and mystery that they forget that they barely know anything about you in the first place. Gen would know it all too well, afterall he had been one of those very people. Getting swept up in the storm that is you.

“Well you’re here so you must have meant something to her.” Says the Soldier in an attempt to cheer up the Athlete.

Gen smiles, “and she must have meant something to you.”

It warms Gen’s heart in a strange way to know that there are other people in this world that cared about you just as much as he did. Especially knowing that he wasn’t there when…

“So, what’s ‘the Athlete’ supposed to mean?” Asks Gen.

“Oh,” the Athlete flushes, “well it’s actually a bit of an inside joke, I think.”

Gen turns his head to the side, “you think?”

“Well, she always talked about how she admired athletes. Talked about how she loved the way they ‘sparked’. Honestly, I’m surprised she chose me in the end.” There’s a small smile that forms in the corner of the Athlete’s mouth, “I guess she couldn’t help but be impressed when she watched me play.”

Gen feels laughter bubble up in his chest.

He can already see you blush. You always blushed when others said things like that. And you always did seem to have a knack for finding people that knew exactly what to say to make you embarrassed.

“Have any of you talked to the others?” Asked the Soldier.

The athlete scratches the back of his neck, “the others?”

Gen looks around the room.

People have sorted themselves into different groups, similar to what Gen and his companions have, likely based on their interest. Though, Gen can’t really tell what it is that everyone here might have in interest with one another apart from you.

Perhaps you would know the difference.

Everyone allowed in here has photos of them displayed within your final exhibit.

“The other Muses?” Asks Gen, a knowing look on his face.

“Oh,” the Athlete flushes once again, “no. Honestly, I’m not really familiar with anyone else here. She never really spoke about the other… muses. I’m basically a stranger to everyone else here. What about the two of you?”

“I’m in the same boat as you.” says the Soldier.

Then they both turn to look at Gen. He shrugs in response, “she always did like to keep her distance.”

The distance between you and Gen was one he could never quite bridge. So he could only ever love you from afar and wonder what it might be like to hear you call out his name. After a long show; or in the midst of a photo exhibit when you introduce him to someone new; in the morning before you leave to work; and after when you come home.

Fall in love with someone you know.

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A Shattered Reflection of You

‘Beep’

Asagiri Gen stirs, his head pounding and his eyes puffy from the night before. The Mentalist finds it hard to recall what exactly happened the night before but quickly decides against it in hopes of not aggravating the aching wound in his chest.

On any other day Gen would have just laid in bed, thrown his phone across the room and let the world continue to move on without him. If it lasted the night without his presence then surely it can survive the morning as well.

It was definitely stupid. Drinking himself into a drunken stupor and crying his heart out. But alcohol had always been the only way for him to truly let his emotions loose. And Gen definitely needed an outlet before today. Afterall, you deserve nothing but the best from him. His best appearance, his best attitude and his best mood.

The Mentalist pulls himself out of bed, and stares at his reflection in the mirror.

His hair is a mess, the strands of black and white tangled amongst each other with a cowlick standing upright at the top of his head. His eyes are just as red and puffy as they feel and it makes him wonder just how long he had really spent crying the night before. There’s a weird stain on his shirt and he seems to have lost his shorts at some point between his choice to get drunk and waking up this morning.

The suite he’s pulled out for himself is wrinkled; creases and folds plastered in places where they shouldn’t be. And… is that a stain? He could have sworn that he had specifically picked this one because it wasn’t dirty!

You deserve nothing but the best, but this will unfortunately have to do.

The itchy fabric hangs loosely off Gen’s shoulders.

He supposes he could change though he doubts there’s anything much better than what he already has. There’s the dark blue suit he wore to the convention last week but it would be far too tacky to wear the same suit in such close succession. Then, there’s the black suite but it’s way too predictable. Gen pops his head further into the closet and oh-

There’s that purple suite. The same one he wore to your… and there’s the aching again.

Does that feeling ever really disappear or lessen?

The logical and calculative side of his mind says ‘yes’. Every emotional impact dulles and lessens with time. Some just happen to take more time than others. Yes, that’s it. This emotional wound just happens to be one of those that’ll take a little longer to heal. Yet, the irrational and emotional part of his heart says ‘no’. That nothing will ever dull this horrible pain that’s seemed to consume and possess him in his entirety.

Eventually, Gen decides to wear the purple suite.

It looks good on him despite having lost some weight.

Well, purple has always been his colour.

The dusty mirror seems to smile at him from the corner of his eye as Gen attempts to button up his suite. It’s a flickering action. Something that he would have missed had he blinked just a millisecond sooner.

He rushes to push the clothes hanging off the top of the mirror off before leaning in towards it. As if staring closer will make something happen.

Then it flickers again and Gen is almost certain he sees you in his reflection. And that flicking is the nail in the coffin. Gen now knows for certain that he’s gone crazy.

Gen momentarily debates jumping into the mirror but he hasn’t gone that crazy yet.

He presses his finger against the glass hesitantly.

And… nothing happens.

Of course. What was he expecting anyways? Gen didn’t believe in ghosts and even if he did he doubts that your ghost would have wanted to visit him. This must be the result of waking up early while being hungover and sleep deprived.

What was it that you said about ghosts again? Gen can’t seem to recall much and what he does manage to recall is nothing but a feeling deep within his stomach. A rumbling of laughter mixed in with a warmth of remembrance. Quite the strange mix of feelings, huh?

Eventually, the Mentalist manages to stumble his way out of his house.

Has it always been this hard to get out of the house? He can’t seem to remember and truthfully doesn't care enough to figure it out. Not when he’s already out the door.

Now, what else was it that he needed to do?

He vaguely recalls needing to bring something but recalls exactly why and exactly what he needs to bring. He doesn't even remember why he’s going in the first place just that it’s somewhere you would have wanted him to go. And Gen, being the love struck fool he is, agreed.

Gen spots a couple walking hand in hand as they exit a coffee shop.

Should he buy a coffee mug? Everyone always enjoys receiving a cute mug.

And there it is again!

Your reflection in the glass. Almost there yet never close enough.

The Mentalist snaps his head around, expecting to see you there smiling at him as you did before, but you’re gone. When he turns back to look at the mirror he sees the reflection of you walk away.

He shakes his head.

He must be really tired today.

A coffee does sound rather nice right now. A little ‘pick me up’ before the big event. And he can get that coffee mug while he’s inside.

His eyes linger on the translucent glass, waiting for just another glimmer or shine.

The barista standing at the register yawns as she asks him for his order.

Gen shrugs, asking her for the specials for the day.

Eventually, after hearing the lost list of drinks from the tired barista he selects the item that he thinks you would have liked the most before asking for one of the mugs they have hanging on the display shelf. The barista types a series of numbers into the register before announcing the number aloud. Reaching into his pocket, Gen pulls out a wad of cash, handing the smallest bill to the barista.

She sends him a strange look and Gen can only shrug apologetically in response.

He didn’t have time to break down his bills.

She gives the Mentalist a yawn as she reaches into the cash register to make change. Gen, usually, would care to make sure he gets the proper amount but gets distracted as he takes a quick glimpse out the window.

Now he knows for certain that he’s gone crazy.

Not because he left behind the coffee, mug and change behind. Not because he ran out without another word. But because he knows for certain that he sees you. Not a reflection of you but your physical being as you walk past the store and down the street. He immediately breaks out into a run, chasing after you.

You seem to catch onto his presence as you break out into a run of your own.

Do you not want to talk to him?

Why are you here at all?

Where have you been all this time?

There’s a nagging feeling at the back of his mind but he can’t seem to remember exactly why he has that feeling in the first place. All he can think about is you. That you’re right there and that you’ve been gone for much too long.

The two of you run past familiar sights. All the places Gen first took you when you first came to the city.

The small bookstore to prove to you that he was actually famous.

The little restaurant you took him to when you wanted some advice for getting into the industry.

The big restaurant that he took you to when you finally made it in.

The ice cream shop that he loved.

The smoothie shop you loved.

And… the park bench where he first met you.

A small bench tucked away behind large sakura trees that seemed to be in full bloom right now. The bushes and vines that have grown over the bench seemed to have been torn away. Sunlight streams in through the branches at just the right angle, casting a spotlight onto you as you stare off into the distance away from the Mentalist.

Gen feels as though everything around him has stopped. That the world could continue on without him as long as he’d be able to have this moment with you.

You smile beautifully as you turn to face him. You pat the seat beside you, gesturing for Gen to take a seat.

His mind feels foggy but his heart feels whole.

“How are you?” You ask.

Gen swallows. There’s so much he wants to say and so much he wants to ask. It feels as though there will never be enough time in this world for him to be able to say everything he wants. But why the rush in the first place? His heart flutters in a way it hasn’t in a long time and Gen wonders if this is what it feels to be alive?

Gen wants to ask you why you left. If you would stay with him a little longer. But he can’t muster up the courage to ask. Instead he answers, “I’m doing well,” because it’s what he knows you want to hear. Because it's what he wants you to hear.

“That’s good,” you swing your legs back and forth in a childish manner, “I’ve been worried about you.”

“Why?”

“You know why.”

Gen turns away from you and towards the horizon, “no I don’t.”

“Of course you do,” you laugh, “you just don’t want to admit it.”

The horizon is beautiful here. The way the lights seem to sparkle in the daylight remind Gen of his childhood and youth. A moment when everything else didn’t matter as much and it was just him. Perhaps that was how life would still be if he had never chosen the path of fame. If he had chosen to live a normal life.

Gen thinks that… maybe he would have preferred a normal life over his own.

No. He takes that back. Gen could have never been happy living a normal life. Afterall, a normal life would be one where he would have never gotten the chance to meet you. And he can barely stand the idea of the two of you never meeting.

Gen sighs, “sometimes, it’s hard to admit how you’re feeling. Especially when it seems like no one else understands what you’re going through.”

“That’s because you never tried to connect with someone.”

“I connected with you.”

Gen notices that your smiles turned into a sad one when he’s turned to look back at you. The horizon is beautiful but it pales in comparison to you. Like a breath of fresh air on an early spring morning. Even when you smile sadly, Gen thinks the whole world stops to stare.

“Do you ever regret agreeing to help me?”

“Of course not.”

‘Why?”

“Why would I?”

“Because of all the pain I put you through.”

Finally, Gen smiles. Of course you’d be worried over something like this. You did always care too much about the opinions of others. But then again, doesn't everyone?

“Rest easy,” says Gen, “because there’s no other way that I would have chosen to live my life.”

And it’s here that Gen remembers why his heart has been aching so much. Why the world has seemingly begun to move onwards while his life has halted. Why it seems as though his world has ended. Why it feels as though the pain will never stop.

This world moves in such strange ways and time is a constant ticking machine. No matter how much we hope for it to stop it never does.

The sunlight feels so warm against his skin. It’s almost as warm as your hand that brushes up against the back of his own.

And this was the distance you always chose to keep. Never far enough away for someone to forget about you but never close enough that you could be something more. Always never just enough. And it’s a shame that that’s how the world works. That it was how you chose to live your life.

Perhaps things would have been different if Gen had been brave enough to close the distance first.

He wraps his hand tightly around yours, “I love you.”

“Thank you~”

Gen pouts, “(Y/n).”

You laugh, “I love you too.”

‘Beep’

Fall in love with someone you’d chase after.

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yuichi-ro · 2 years

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◈ 𝘈𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘪 𝘎𝘦𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

◈ 𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Gen knows an awful lot about flowers

cw: fem!Reader, POV Third Person, fluff, unedited word count: 1.2k

◈ ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ/ʙʟᴀɴᴋ/ᴀɢᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ◈

“A personal favorite, black nightshade.” Gen held up the ironically white blossom sporting a vibrant yellow center, showing it off for the both of them to admire while he twirled the severed stem in his fingers, “One I’d often use in my shows because of it’s meaning. Liar.”

With eyes not set on just one bushel of flowers. The woman next to him took a quiet moment to see more than just what the magician was showing her, “Tell me more.”

Gen’s brows pinched together making him look away from the flower in his grasp, “What?”

She cocked a brow up at him inquisitively, “What? I said, tell me more.”

“About...nightshade?”

His confusion made her snicker but quickly she shook her head and pointed at the otherwise disregarded flowers and plants around them on this miniature hike right at the base of the waterfall, “I already know about that one. Tell me about the other flowers.”

At his disposal was no florist shop he could quickly visit to conjure up the correct species with his words. And yet the renewed world was teeming with some varieties he was quite familiar with around the village of science and it’s inhabitants. Gen’s petrification scar curled up into a grin as his own lips found themselves smirking as well, “One you should know because of it’s popularity, a lily. White for a purity. But the red ones for your final goodbye to a loved one. And if that isn’t enough one bearing the color orange might as well be a gift of hatred to a foe.” Gen dug through his knowledge of flowers and recited them all as eloquently as the day he’d been turned to stone, “A hydrangea, a beautiful flower colored by it’s pH balance, may be given in conjunction with an apology or thank you letter. Collect the blossoms from a falling cherry tree and know those petals mean hope and renewal just like the time of year they bloom. Chrysanthemum very much so reflected the imperial family as it was printed on the fifty yen coin. Though we may never care about that anymore thanks to the stone age. And camellias, specifically those striking red ones, were once laid among the mighty samurais that lost their life.”

“Is there a flower you don’t know the meaning to?” She inquired with quite a bit of curiosity after Gen recited his knowledge like he had prepped for a pop quiz. It couldn’t be helped, the smile growing on her lips as the master of slight of hand and apparently flowers stopped to see his audience hanging onto every word he had. Gen’s cheeks came to life with a dusting of blush that would not be deterred even if he looked away from his audience. Who of course giggled at him and reached over to take the nightshade from his fingers, “I’ve loved flowers since I was a little girl. So I’m sorry if I’m being pushy.”

“No no no.” Gen squeaked a little as he tried to disregard her apology as nothing at all, “An engaging audience makes it all the more fun if you ask me. So-” He cleared his throat and mustered his sanity to stay a foot above his blushing complexion when looking back over at her, “What flower exactly do you want to know it’s meaning of? Warning, I may be a little rusty if it’s not native to Japan.”

What he expected was the classics. Asking about a rose. A daisy like the one school kids made chains out of. Even ready for something a little more difficult like a peony or an iris as he recalled them being popular. What he wasn’t ready for was her to immediately get up. No warning. And really no explanation to it. His brows knitted together in confusion when his hiking companion looked as though she’d lost a contact or earring with the way she scanned the ground.

“Um....what are you doing?” Gen titled his head a little unsure if he should assume she was loosing it or worse ate something and was looking for the suspect to show him.

When there was no answer but a good a-ha moment. Gen was not expecting to see her sit back down with the flimsy singular cone petal of common, over growing and weed like morning glory. One she’d pinched a bit of stem off with. And proceeded to present it to him when she sat back down on the log where they’d taken up residency.

Delicate little blue petals with it’s streak of almost pinkish color leading back to it’s stamen. The look of proud satisfaction on her face was more akin to a cat bringing home a dead bird. And not someone who’d picked one of the most common weeds that previously plagued school playgrounds.

Gen finally broke the silence without a lick of understanding, “That’s uh...”

“Morning glory.” She nodded frankly not sharing in his confusion, “Morning glory, right?”

“Yeah....it’s morning glory.” Gen untucked his hands from his robe and pointed at it almost derogatorily, “You know that’s just basically a weed right?”

“Oh I know.” She surprisingly agreed making him wonder why exactly she’d pick that, “But-” Her eyes softened staring down at the little thing when she twirled it between her fingers, “It’s important and I remember it from when I was a kid. Do you know what it means?”

While morning glory was something he’d of never bothered with in an act. It was pretty common so if she really didn’t know it’s meaning Gen was surprised, “Uh, something like, innocence and love, kids would give it to each other kind of thing. Why, did someone give you some or something?”

“No.” She said somberly which Gen was taken back by. As he stared at the flower in her grasp she took one last look at it before reaching out and tucking it behind the short pieces of black hair around his ear. Making the magician freeze with wide eyes when she sat back to inspect the flower tucked in his ear and the endearing look of worry on his face. It made her laugh all the same when Gen’s face officially blossomed in as much red as some of the flowers around them, “No one ever gave me one when I was a kid. So I hope you’ll let me give you this one now even if we’re technically a few centuries old.”

Gen not realizing he’d sucked in a breath and held it before his lungs were burning. Could not bring himself to break eye contact with the woman staring at him across the log. Only reaching up to touch the delicately soft petals of the otherwise useless weed no one spent two seconds on centuries ago. But now it felt like the most valuable flower he’d ever held in his hand.

Not removing it from his ear Gen couldn’t believe the fast one she’d pulled on him when it was his idea in the first place to try and impress her with this nature walk. Still touching the petal tucked against his ear Gen couldn’t stop the sheepish smile breaking his showman façade, “I’d love this flower so much more, if you were perhaps to have a matching one as well.”

“Well then,” She stood up from the log and offered a hand down to the blushing magician, “Our hike isn’t done yet, lets find another one shall we?”

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lav-bee · 1 year

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Dr. Stone x Reader Headcannons

What they do when they want attention

Characters: Senku, Gen

❤️- read as romantic

Senku

- Wouldn’t come out and say it

- He’s kinda stubborn so instead of bringing it up he’ll get you to do work with him

- Even though you’re not really needed in the planning he still wants you there

- Will try to include you by asking for input

- His love language is quality time so whenever he sees you not doing anything he takes advantage of it by putting you to work in his lab

- He sometimes gets a small urge for physical contact

- And instead of doing the smart thing and just hold your hand

- He shows you how to work small gadgets

- He’ll come up behind you and move your hands to where they’re supposed to be

- If you get flustered from the close contact he’ll notice

- “Am I making you nervous?” He asks with a small smirk, “Make sure you’re still paying attention.”

Gen

- Very obvious when he wants attention

- At first he won’t say anything

- He’ll most likely follow you around if he doesn’t have any work

- Will start with small touches and try to tell you with action that he wants your attention

- If you’re not catching on he’ll come up from behind and hug your waist

- His face will nuzzle itself into your neck

- Won’t Care for a second if you’re talking to someone

- The less responsive you are the more dramatic and touchy he’ll get

- He’ll even start to leave small kisses along your neck

- His last resort is to bite you

- Not hard enough to draw blood but it’ll make you jump

- “Hey!” You look at him and rub where he bit you, “Why are you being such a brat?”

- “Give me some love” :(

#headcannons #x reader #dr stone #dr stone x reader #Senku #senku ishigami #Senku x reader #Senku ishigami x reader #gen #gen asagiri #gen x reader #gen asagiri x reader

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themissinghand · 5 months

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Hello beautiful I hope you’re doing well! If your requests for dr.stone are still on hold then please ignore this message!

if not then can I request the five wise commanders with a s/o who tries to impress them by learning the stuff they are interested in. (Examples can be like Ryusui’s s/o tried to learn about boats or Chrome’s s/o tries to learn about rocks and tells them the stuff they learned.) Thank you so much for reading and I hope you have a good one!😁

Dr. Stone: Painting with Two Hands

Summary: In which the Five Wise Commanders get blown away by your knowledge in their passion.

Or you want to show them that you are someone they can rely on too.

Pairing: Five Wise Commanders (Senku, Chrome, Gen, Ryusui, and Ukyo) x GN! Reader!

Note: Thanks for the request and your patience! This turned out super fluffy and I love it! Each scenario takes place in a different time/place.

Warning: None.

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The Art of Science

“What the hell are you wearing?”

“A lab coat.” Senku looked at you incredulously, with one brow raised and his other hand shaking a glass beaker.

“Okay, how the heck did you even get that-“

“Yuzuriha.” Right.

“And why are you wearing it exactly?”

“Because I look good in it and…”

"I've been studying chemistry," You declared, revealing a notebook filled with meticulously recorded observations.

When you hand him the said notebook, you watch his skepticism turn into fascination.

“Kukuku, I’m impressed, it’s right. You wrote down the formulas for everything. Where and when did you get this?”

“See, I actually listened to all of your scientific rants. I thought they were interesting and super helpful, so I wanted to learn.”

Senku blinked, slightly surprised that you had put in the effort to take notes, listen and learn.

“I thought that we could experiment together."

For a moment, he was silent, but then his lips quirk up into a smirk, and he flicked your forehead.

“Alright, what are you waiting for? Come help me then. Show me what you learned.”

“Wait.” Senku was twirled around and handed a lab coat too.

“I got one for you too.” Dumbfounded, Senku didn’t move until you sighed and helped him put it on. Before you went to fix his collar, he came to his senses.

“I can do it myself.” He quickly turned away from you and put it on properly.

"You look good short king."

You had a smug expression on your face.

"Shut up."

You swear he has a little tint of pink on his cheeks, but you decided to not mention it.

“Come on, we got a lot of work to do.” He extended a hand, and you accepted it as if it was the norm.

“I know Einstein.”

The Art of Exploration

“Chrome! Look at what I found!”

“Be careful (Y/N)! Don’t fall down!”

Chrome ran after you as you skipped ahead and jumped into a flowing river.

“(Y/N)!” Chrome was always worried about your safety and well-being, despite the many times where you proved where you were just as strong as him.

“Don’t worry Chrome, it’s not like it’s my first time out with you! Besides, look, I found this cool-looking thing in the water!”

In your hands was an oddly shaped rock, and while the two of you inspected it, neither of you knew what it was. Until you cleaned it a bit more in the river.

A golden exterior shone through its surface.

Almost immediately, you screamed out in excitement.

“Gold! It’s the thing that Senku was looking for right?” Even Chrome was shocked at your luck, before hugging you from behind.

Even though you both were slightly dirty from running away and exploring all day, neither of you minded.

“It’s gold! Amazing! How did you find that so easily?” Chrome was genuinely curious. After all, from his perspective, he simply saw you jump into a river, bend down, and pick up a random rock.

“Um…it’s kind of embarrassing but…” Chrome cocked a head at your hesitation before you blurted out.

“I’VE BEEN LEARNING ABOUT ROCKS!” It was so loud that the world shook around you both.

"because...I want to go with you more when you explore..." Your voice became quieter and quieter, while you fidgetted with your hand.

Chrome watched your face lit up, before you quickly turn around and make a run for it.

“Wait (Y/N)! That’s so cool! Come back!”

Chrome chased you with a giant grin on his face.

He can’t wait to see what you learned, and how, when the two of you go back to his workshop.

Chrome also can’t wait to brag to everyone (especially Senku) how great you are.

The Art of Communication

“Raise.”

“I’ll play with you Genie, call.” The click of chips being pushed to the center. Gen(ie) winked at you.

Genie was nickname for your little boyfriend, why? Well, man can read minds (probably).

The cards are slowly being flipped over as spectators make their own guesses.

“All-in!” Gen pushed up his sunglasses dramatically (as if he was in an anime) and smirked as he turned to you.

“Sorry dear (Y/N), this is my game.”

You stayed silent for a moment, observing Gen from head to toe.

But Gen of course, remains calm, and confident in his hand.

“All-in.”

Gen raises his sunglasses in slight surprise at your bet.

“Dear (Y/N), are you sure?” Gen was slightly worried, after all, you tend to be more on the conservative side when it comes to gambling. He slides his hand over to you, and you put yours on top of his.

“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.” You returned his look with a forced smile. Gen whistled, surprised at your sudden bold action.

“Okay, I’m going to flip the last card.” Kohaku flips and the room goes silent.

Then he saw a smirk rose to your lips, and felt your hand intertwin with his.

“You owe me babe.” You hold up his hand while his jaw dropped to the ground.

This was the first you had ever won against him in gambling.

“Finally someone gave Gen a taste of his own medicine.” Ukyo rolled his eyes before snickering.

“Wha-how did you-”

"I thought I'd learn from the best.” You winked and stole his sunglasses, making your beloved stutter even more.

“After all, the mind is the most fascinating puzzle, and yours is the most intriguing of them all." You put on his sunglasses with a smug smirk.

“Damn, that was cringe.” Senku commented, which received a nudge from Yuzuriha.

Gen eventually recovered and chuckled, bringing your hand to his lips.

“Oh dear (Y/N), are you playing mind tricks with me now?”

“Of course not dear~ I still have much to learn~”

(Senku of course, fake gagged behind the scenes, but that never stopped you and Gen from doing anything, has it?)

The Art of Navigation

Under the starlit sky, both you and Ryusui stood on the deck of the Perseus, his eyes scanning the horizon.

It was at times like these where your boyfriend was finally quiet, appreciating the tranquility, and the ambience as you two were on a date. Delicious food and wine made by Francois, while listening to the waves rock against the ship, and the laughter from others inside.

Of course, Ryusui is the one to break that silence when he notices the seas changing.

“My love, a storm is coming.” He suddenly stands up, “Francois, follow me after you clean up.”

“Yes sir.” Francois, elegant and efficient as always, quickly retreated with the food.

“Ay ay Captain.” Your little salute made his loosen up just a little, before he held your hand, and pulled you inside as if he was guiding you in a waltz.

Ambitious, confident, and charismatic, that was your love, Ryusui.

As expected, he took the helm immediately, and an excited grin rose to his face as he looked far into the distance with thunderous clouds.

“Love, can you tell them all to get ready!? We need all hands on deck!”

“On it captain!”

With a laugh, you began warning everyone through the speakers, and chaos followed as everyone scrambled to get on desk.

Surprisingly, Ryusui watched you give commands almost effortlessly and matching his pace.

“Furl the sails!”

“We’re going to change courses!”

“Make sure to hold to the ship!”

“Love, you’re perfect.” Ryusui thanks you while he spins the wheel.

“Drop the anchors!”

Then you turn around and slide beside him.

“Love, let me help you - it’s that way - where we have to go right?”

“A little bit more to the left, but love, I see you’ve been learnING-” The ship’s center of gravity suddenly shifts, causing you to lean on Ryusui as you grab onto the wheel for your deer life.

“I love it! The desire to learn is always so endearing!”

“Oh stop it~ All I did was read some maps and books!”

“Hey Captain! Can you stop flirting and steer the ship properly!?” The others yelled while panicking on deck, and with a laugh, both of you steered the ship to safety.

"One more time?" He proposed, and you agreed, much to the displeasure of your crewmates.

The Art of Archery

Sometimes, the kids are loud.

As such, Ukyo and his companion often found solace in the tranquility of the forest. Sometimes they would take long walks, talk about various topics they would not share in front of children, and enjoy the silence once in a while away from the chaos of someone known as Senku.

But one day, you asked Ukyo to learn archery.

Naturally, Ukyo was elated to teach you, after all, it was a way for you to protect yourself.

It began with Ukyo making a bow for you, then arm guard, and even received gloves from Yuzuriha. He wanted to make sure you had the best of equipment he could get, and that you were safe at all times.

The first few training sessions began with Ukyo standing behind you, guiding you with a calm, mellow voice, and helping you with aim.

But soon, you both practiced archery side by side, the twang of bowstrings harmonizing with the rustling leaves.

"Your aim is getting better," Ukyo praised, a smile gracing his lips as he applauded you.

“Thanks, it all because of your help Ukyo.” You gave him a little hug which he returned.

“I’m proud of you.”

“Can I come and hunt with you now?” For a moment he hesitated, but after seeing your adorable puppy eyes, he caved in within a heartbeat.

“Okay, but safety first ok?”

“Mhmm. I know.”

You gave him a peck on the cheek, before he returned one too.

LIttle did you know, not only were your arrows hitting the bulls-eye, they went through Ukyo’s heart too.

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jayden-killer · 2 months

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Greediest man in the Stone World.

summary: you've just being awaken by your old friend and classmate, Senku, in a whole new human era. But, who's this young guy claiming you as his? a/n: waahh, i sincerly apologise if i disappeared...again. i literally forgot my tumblr writing page, and life took a.. strange turn of events(?) kinda. i hope this first ryusui one shot will make me forgive!!!

☆

Dark. And then... a golden beam of light passed through my eyes, blinding me. My muscles began to melt. I felt them sore, as if I had slept in an uncomfortable position all night. Or maybe, for three thousand and fifty years. This was what was brought back to me when I woke up from that sleep I thought was eternal. The first thing my eyes noticed when they hatched was a blinding sun. There was so much green. So much vegetation was not seen even in the well-preserved jungles. Then, a group of boys with familiar and unfamiliar faces. My eyes met his.

"Senku..?"

I uttered that name in a subtle tone of voice, and the boy did nothing but address to me that mischievous grin of his own.

"Yoh, Y/N...we need your help".

[ Time skip...(*ゝω・)ﾉ ]

"So... you need my dexterity in putting these little pieces together so you can build, um... Repeat it, thank you".

"An oxygen tank" Senku rest, without even thinking of getting that smirk off his face.

His attitude hadn’t disappeared after 3,500 years. Not even when he claimed in front of a professor that their speeches were meaningless.

Here we go again...

Between a sigh and the other I immediately set to work, while in the distance I heard Senku arguing with what seemed to be his colleague.

Just in the middle of my work I felt someone touching my shoulder gently. A delicate touch, like that of a… "Child?" The girl in question wore a watermelon helmet on her head, with lenses inserted in the two holes that created a space for the eyes. She made a sound of wonder, her hands to her mouth.

"So, you are new here!" With a confused look I lowered myself to her level, able to have a face-to-face conversation with the little creature. " I suppose so..? And you are...?" That little girl who didn’t immediately show her intentions and courage was pretty to say the least. "Suika wanted to welcome you to the Science Team!" she said clearly, now showing me her hand to shake her. I took her, and with a kind smile, I accepted her request. "How kind of you! Since I am now a new addition to your team, can I have the honor to meet my future colleagues and companions?"

Little Suika nodded happily, running in the opposite direction where I was working. Heck. Maybe it was me who was no longer a child like her, but Suika seemed really fast in the race, not giving me a chance to keep up. I didn’t know where he was taking me; we passed through several huts, erected on wooden structures, running as if someone was after us.

The only one chasing her was me. Looking back to see if we’d actually drifted apart, my foot tripped on a double-sized rock. The collision with the stone made me lose my balance; I was ready to crash on the dirty ground and have some bruises all over my face for a few days. Only that never happened. In the instant that I was about to feel my face against the damp soil, two arms wrapped my waists not too strong, but with determination, preventing me from slipping a second time. I didn’t even realize I closed my eyes. "It’s not even the first day you’re back here on Earth, and you were destined to get hurt. Pff, not very convenient for our team, huh?"

A moment later my eyes sprang to meet his, and those eyes reminded me of an autumn now close to winter. " Well, lady killer, now you might as well put me down. I’m not meant to be your princess." I said authoritatively. His powerful arms let go of my body, and with a little thump my butt bounced off the ground.

What an idiot!

Not only was he now laughing at me with a fat laugh, as if I had just said the funniest joke on Earth, but he didn’t even deign to preseed himself! The blond slightly lowered his head, as I was still on the ground, and with an energetic voice he replied: "Not yet", later going in the opposite direction, with firm step. Oh, what kind of weird I had in front…

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

"Become mine! With all my Drago you would become the luckiest woman in the world!"

Somebody kill me...

It had been two months since I had made my unexpected (better to say, unlucky) acquaintance with blondie, who had the name of Ryusui Nanami. With his egocentrism and sheer avarice, he had proved to be one of the most promising members of the Kingdom of Science so far, with great skills for navigation. Apparently he came from one of the wealthiest families in Japan, and he certainly had not lost the habit of being indulged in everything, even after 3,500 years. And since our first meeting, he hasn’t stopped trying once. On every occasion he would give me his flirtations comments (sometimes shabby), he would become handsy, or he would try to buy me with his stupid Drago.

I was not one of those women who was so easily deceived, especially if a situation was about money. He thought I would give in so easily. I was so determined to prove to him the opposite, during these months, that this would give him up. With a gesture of the hand, I pushed him away. " I’m sorry, Ryusui. As I’ve explained many times before, I’m not interested." I took a dramatic break. ".. to you."

He whined loudly like a little baby, fogetting his money behind to get close to me. "You’re making a mistake!" "I have made many mistakes in my life," I answered sharply. "Then add another to your long list." I nailed him down with my sharp look, sketching a tight smile. Nothing to do. That man would never wave the white flag in the sky. However, it was becoming a nuisance, and having it close to me like a fin was starting to run out. For the worse. I had only one idea that could have saved me in that instant, from a near future in which he was no longer clinging to me like an octopus: make him believe he had a chance with me. A bold idea; nevertheless, it had to be tried. Either it will make it or break it. "Maybe, in the future, you might have a chance…" I implied in a vague tone, already heading somewhere, any, to get him off my back. I could swear to see his eyes shining remarkably with hope, and a new fire, fueled by determination.

He snapped his fingers, his iconic gesture that everyone, by now, had learned to recognize, and if he did, it was because he decided to do something. There were no roads back. "HA-HA!" His laughter seemed to flow throughout the Ishigami village. Even Senku and Chrome turned to us, with confused scowls, to see what was so funny at the time. But Ryusui found nothing amusing in this situation, except a challenge to complete.

"So be it! I’ll show you how much I’m willing to change your mind. Anything to get the chance to become yours!"

Though I did not turn to look at him, once again, his muscular arms clasped my waists, turning my body to meet his. Face to face. "You, damned Nanami, what do you want now?!" That gesture had taken me by surprise, because he was not used to come so near me, but with his cheeky smile, he kissed me on both the cheeks. A quick gesture that made me blush remarkably in my face, almost to feel it burn under the palms of my hands. "What the f...?!" "You don’t know it, but you’re already mine!"

#dr. stone #senku #dr stone x reader #ryusui nanami #ryusui nanami x reader #senku ishigami #senku ishigami x reader #senku x reader #ryusui x reader #anime imagines #anime and manga #anime x reader #gen asagiri #imagine #one shot #sfw

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junosmindpalace · 3 months

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s/o asking dcst characters what hairstyle do they like the best on them? (like braid, low/high ponytail, bun, hair down, etc?) some fluff :)

preferably with senku, gen, ryusui, sai and tsukasa, but feel free to change the characters if you want to ^_^

thank you very much for you request!

a/n: if the premise didn't give it away...reader is implied to have long enough hair for styling in certain ways, but i did my best to be vague ;,)

SENKU: hair tied back.

-He’s not the type to care so much as to have a preference. Consciously, at least.

-But you spend loads of time with him in the lab, doing experiments or just spectating as he performs his own. Either way, most of your time with Senku is spent with your hair tied back.

-Whether it be a headband or hair clips or a hair tie, you’ve gotta have it outta the way when you’re in the lab. So for the most part Senku is accustomed to seeing you with your hair back.

-And as everyone knows, science is his greatest love. He loves doing experiments, he loves learning about science, he loves talking about it, he loves it when people indulge him in his rants and is able to talk about it unfiltered with the person on the other end not only being able to keep up, but add on to the conversation meaningfully.

-And you do all of that.

-The connection here is weird, but bear with it!!

-There is nothing more attractive to Senku than someone who is passionate, and can keep up with him, as his general company usually cannot. Someone who takes an interest in his interests, and are capable and witty--and kind.

-And because you spend so much time with Senku doing science related activities--going to museums, doing experiments, talking about theories, spending time in the lab--that big love of science sort of becomes synonymous with you.

-He starts seeing you just a little differently during all of those times when your hair is back; when you say something witty, when you laugh victoriously at a successful or aweful experiment, when you challenge his views with ideas of your own. When you best demonstrate your intellect and curiosity, all things that Senku finds leave a stirring in his chest and when he sort of views you at your most beautiful, your hair is tied back.

-So even though on the surface he really doesn’t care how you choose to wear your hair, subconsciously, he’ll always find you at your most beautiful when your hair is back, associating it with the thing that made him so attractive to you in the first place.

“I don’t really care.”

“Can you for once not be difficult?” You deadpan from behind your goggles. He doesn’t even spare you a glance when he responds to your question, keeping his eyes trained on the various beakers in front of him as he circles the counter they were sitting on. You huff as you approach the opposite end of the counter, lowering yourself to be at eye level with his engrossed gaze. “I mean--really? You don’t have any style that stands out to you?”

“Maybe if you randomly shaved it all off.”

“So you like buzzcuts?”

“I don’t care.” He repeats back, this time finally looking up to shoot you an irritated look through a slit in between two beakers, and you huff, muttering about how he’s no fun before getting back to the experiment at hand.

But when he’s certain you aren’t paying attention to him any longer, he lets his eyes find you again, and they linger as he takes in your features.

He can’t help but think back to your question as he does so, his mind simulating various styles he’s seen you wear your hair in almost like a makeover game.

They’ve all been nice, every single one he envisions in his mind. Some quirkier and more elaborate than he personally prefers in general, but still; nice.

The simulation ends in his mind's eye and he’s back to present day you, with your hair tied back as it often is with all the experiments the two of you work on, and he can’t help but think he has a certain appreciation he just can’t describe for it. All he knows is that he likes it and that it suits you it in a way that leaves his heart skipping a beat, and if he really had to answer your question, he’d probably say that he preferred this style.

GEN: hair down, framing face.

-It’s a more modern, glamorous preference, what can he say.

-It’s pretty stereotypical, but there’s a reason why it’s so appealing.

-He likes how perfect your hair looks, as if you came out of a dream.

-It just takes his breath away; of course you look gorgeous any time, but when you go out of your way to style your hair all shiny with delicate and elaborate pieces framing your face, his breath gets caught in his throat and he’s staring a little too much.

-It’s maybe because it’s more rare; you’re not always going to have the energy to style your hair so elaborately, so it’s more of a treat that he can’t help but appreciate. It’s a good kind of different. It only enhances your already gorgeous features and he can’t help but grow warm at the sight.

-He’s embarrassing, really. It’s soo obvious he has this preference, but it’s also endearing the way he can’t stop making heart eyes at you. He’s sooo fucking smug with himself when you hold his arm when you wear your hair so elaborately, as if he’s showing off a treasure chest of gold--though not even all the jewels in the world could amount to you.

-Also likes to twirl the framing pieces with his finger. He thinks he’s so slick, he tries to be 100% more charming. You just make him so nervous with how gorgeous you look, he feels the need to make up for his own feelings of inadequacy. Especially when other people also appreciate the look as well.

“So you think I’m ugly, then?”

“I never said that!”

You snort at his horrified expression, crying out defensively when you accused him of only finding you attractive with the glamorous hairstyles he had been dreamily going on and on about since you asked him, with his answer being a lot longer than you anticipated.

“I’m kidding! But really? I rarely style my hair like that.”

“I can’t help what I like.” He replies simply, leaning an arm back against the trunk of the tree the two of you were sitting against as he leans over to tug at the ends of your hair. “It’s grown out a bit.”

“Not like I can get a proper haircut in this era; or a glamorous look.” You state frustratedly, observing both yours and Gen’s primitive clothing slightly distastefully. It could be absolutely worse, but you miss your old, comfortable, stylish clothes along with the elaborate do’s you’d get done for special events.

Gen could only turn his brows up empathically and offer you a shrug, pulling his hand away from your locks of hair. “Haaah…well, what can you do?”

He stares at you from the corner of his eye, however, a playful smile dancing across his lips.

“You don’t need it, though. You look breathtaking all the time.”

You snort again and roll your eyes at the exaggerated compliment, but lean in closer so you could rest your head against his shoulder.

“Wish I could say the same about you.”

“Oh, you wound me.”

RYUSUI: he likes them all…but likes when you accessorize your hair.

-It’s criminal that you'd ask him such a question, really.

-When he absolutely ADORES all of them.

-Each one makes you a different kind of endearing that he just can’t get enough of, from simple, lazier looks to time-consuming and expensive do’s that make you look like you belong on the red carpet--which he always thinks you do, by the way (not to mention he funds all your trips to your stylist).

-He genuinely has to wrack his brain and pick apart all of your looks if you really insist on him answering the question properly. He thinks of all the updos, all the curls and waves and straightening, all the specific cuts…and he STILL can’t pick a favorite.

-Sorry, you can’t get much more out of him than that. He can go on and explain the appeal of each one if that's what it’ll take for you to realize what you’re asking isn’t so easy to answer.

-To satisfy you, however, he does say that he particularly loves it when you accessorize your hair in one way or another. He likes the creativity, and it just suits your hair type so well. Whatever it might be--pretty hair ties, any special head accessories, whatever--, he thinks it only enhances your already incredible look.

“Ryusui, I don’t care about all that. Can you please just answer properly?”

He gets where your exasperation is coming from, truly; after all, he’s the one having the most difficulty answering your question as he illustrates in detail what’s going on in his mind as he thinks, every hairstyle having its own charm that he adores.

“But how can I pick? I love them all!”

You frown at him for a moment before eventually sighing and shrugging your shoulders, putting your hands up in surrender as you sit down on one of the benches in his workroom. “Okay, fine. If you can’t choose, you can’t choose.”

“Exactly!” he says almost relieved, pointing the pencil he was using to make blueprints at you. But even so, he follows and takes a seat on the bench beside you and continues to go through that mental list of hairstyles he’s seen you wear as he leans his head back against the wall and eyes your strands of hair.

There’s a pause between the two of you for a moment before he says, with all the seriousness in the world: “But you know…I especially like when you accessorize them.”

You tilt your head to look at him and raise your brows. “Accessorize? With what?”

“With anything. Any way you wear your hair is gorgeous, but it’s somehow even better with something in it.” and as he says this, he brings the pencil he had been twirling between his fingertips up to your face, tucking it into the strands by your temple. You laugh when he pulls away, and he can't help but smile.

Yup, any accessory.

SAI: anything with a braid.

-He is SO flustered when you ask.

-And even more embarrassed when you insist he gives you a straight answer after he meekly responds that he loves every single one of your looks.

-And it’s the truth!!!

-But you still want a singular, concise answer, so he thinks, nervous that this might be some sort of test he has to pass.

-And like his brother, he truly can’t pick one specific look that he really likes.

-But then he spots a pattern when he reflects on looks that he’s really liked and realizes they all shared a common feature: they all had some sort of braid in them.

-Doesn’t care about the style, length, thickness, whatever. Whether it’s one big one or two small ones framing your face or your entire head braided, he loves them. He loves the variety, and in general he just finds the design so beautiful.

-He doesn’t admit it when he answers your question, but he finds himself even more in awe of your hair if the braids in one way or another are accessorized. A ribbon, a bandana, whatever, he thinks it adds to the look tenfold. But he thinks just the simple braids on their own look gorgeous.

“If this is another one of your tests--!”

“I promise it isn’t! Can you please just answer?”

He stares at you expectantly, and a little bit nervously, as he tilts his head away from yours.

“I mean…” he starts carefully, still not fully convinced by your words. “I like them all…”

You give him a look that tells him you aren’t convinced by his words, and he finds himself getting irritated again from the (completely unnecessary) pressure of the question. “It’s the truth!”

“Yeah, but! Don’t you have one specifically?”

“I don’t know…”

You huff, frustrated by his lack of response, and take a step away from him. He mentally sighs in relief over being free from the hounding. “Not even one?” You try for the final time. He pursues his lips and thinks on your question again.

He likes that one time you wore your hair up; he really liked that one. And then that other time you had a sort of half up half down. And those unique buns were also pretty nice...

And as he continues to reflect on instances where he found himself doing a double take over your hair, he realizes that all of them share one detail in particular.

“Braids.”

“Hm?”

“I like…when you wear braids.”

Not actually expecting a genuine answer, you can only stare and blink at him. His face grows warmer at the blank eye contact, pink rising up his face at your lack of a reaction. “What?!”

“Nothing! I just didn’t expect that.”

But after your initial shock, you can't help but smile at how bashful he is over his answer, and he only grows even more exasperated (and embarrassed) when you now badger him about which specific braid styles he likes best.

TSUKASA: low styles, specifically hair down.

-It’s simple, but it's the simplicity that’s so beautiful to him.

-He likes to be able to touch your hair one way or another, whether by patting your head, twirling the strands or raking his fingers through the locks, and having it in an updo or some sort of elaborate hairstyle means he cannot do that. Doesn’t mean that he doesn’t like them of course! But if he were to have a favorite hairstyle, it’s a more casual one.

-There isn’t all that much to it. He isn’t one to find a specific style uglier or superior, but he likes that this specific style is so versatile; it doesn’t necessarily have to be open either. Whether it’s in a low hairstyle like a bun or a ponytail, he just likes the lower styles better.

“What hairstyle do you like best on me?”

It’s quiet in the classroom the two of you are sitting in, most of the students simply lounging and drifting around as they wait for their next class to begin. You and Tsukasa respectively lean your arm against your heads to bring them closer together, faces only inches apart as you talk lowly among each other. A little break to catch up after spending the busy school day mostly apart.

He watches you as a finger circles around a stray strand of your hair, brows ever so slightly creasing together. “Hairstyle?”

“Yeah, like…do you prefer my hair in buns? In waves? Think I’d look good with an undercut?”

He glances at the hair curled over his finger and framing your face, thinking to himself for a moment as he mulls over the question in his head. “I like your hair right now.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I like it down.” he mutters with a small smile, twisting the soft strands between the pads of his fingers, reveling in the sensation and watching the curl it creates bounce.

“You don’t like waves, or a cut of some kind or…?”

“I do. But you said to pick one, right?”

And with all the love and attention he’s showing your hair as he delicately cards his fingers through the strands, you can’t help but smile and hum in validation, satisfied enough with his answer. Enjoying the relaxing sensation of your hair being played with, you rest your head down on the desk, and he smiles at your content expression.

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empressgetou · 11 months

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YOU'RE MINE, I'M YOURS

boyfriend senku x reader

hours after both of suika and y/n who went across to shore to the island where senku and the others were supposed to be. luckily for them ryusui managed to throw suika overboard who was cleaning the docks and y/n who was nearby the kid just in time for the petrification by a second.

y/n stayed behind the island to look for senku as suika went back to the ship to check up on the others and just as night the night falls ibarra and kirisame's group came checking up on the ship making the woman worried about the poor girl on her own in the ship.

"the lab!" echoed through the island.

i recognized that voice anywhere, kohaku! senku and the others must be near. as i look up on the side of the island there they were in a gather with a few people i don't recognized, i was about to ran up to them then i saw kohaku kissing senku...

KISSING SENKU??

i was never the type to be the "im jealous" girlfriend, even before the petrification my relationship with senku is actually great than the usual couples around. that's because he never gave me a reason to over something minor. sure, i may or may not have been a little jealous over the whole marriage thing that was set up with ruri back a few months but that was in the past and now i see this? boy you better have an explanation to this too or i might cut your–

i ran fast as i could to catch up, as i can already see the mobile lab who im assuming suika managed to drive through up to the mountains. as soon as the vehicle stopped they too have stopped their tracks and managed to spot me in my place.

"y/n! you're here! you weren't petrified?" gen asked surprisingly and his eyes went to the leek head whom im not naming.

"nahh ryusui managed to throw me into the ocean just in time with suika" i laughed a little remembering a few hours ago how pissed off i was thinking he has even the audacity to throw us like we're a rock or something but im glad ryusui did managed to save us.

"kekeke somehow i had a feeling you survived that thing though i never expected you'd be here on the island" senku already on my side and had a little smirk on. oh how i wanna punch that handsome face so bad right now.

i rolled my eyes, "course i did. m'not really and idiot ya know." i smirked back.

"good job, you two!" praised senku.

we managed to get out of the villagers hair and went to the underwater cave to hide in the meantime while we prepare in infiltrating the harem and well that includes getting kohaku ready for the act.

"the ingredients are simple!"

"honey, lemon and coconut?"

"ahhh you're making a conditioner?"

"that's ten billion points for you, my dearest!" senku pointed at me as if ive won the lottery.

"you mind leaving me some for my hair?"

and then here's amaryllis having the greatest idea i never would've thought i'd come up with. but men dressing as women? specially senku? i never thought i'd see the day.

"pftt"

"yeah, yeah laugh it while you can honey. you don't know what's coming next for ya." he said while having an obvious annoyed face.

gen however pulled it off but his height was a bit much for an average girl. then there's soyuz, yeah i dont even wanna explain how he looks. and then lastly ginro, well he passed, perfection i might add.

"well that's that. obviously we know who is coming to the harem" i said as i was about to go back to the mobile lab, kohaku spoke.

"we're not done yet y/n, you're next!" and managed to pull me to her side.

"waittt! im not–"

"no buts! come on, you're a candidate yourself if i say so myself plus we could totally infiltrate the harem without a problem if both of you and me work together inside."

"ughhh nooo i don't wanna. too much workkk"

kohaku and amaryllis managed to dress up y/n nicely and while doing so senku's eyes never left her figure and her hair specially. he realized that y/n never actually leave her hair down just like before the petrification maybe because they were always busy working back at the village it would be distracting having her long wavy hair in the way, he only saw her hair down whenever she'd take a bath by the river and whenever she would sleep beside him. amaryllis also put make up on y/n and it definitely just made her even more beautiful and vibrant much to senku's pleasure. he was falling all over again.

"looking good there", he complimented

"thanks. i thought you'd never notice", y/n sarcastically said.

"been a while since i've had make up on too. does it look weird?" she asked worriedly.

"nahh you're good. you're beautiful." he said almost whispering.

"alrightyyy y/n, you're coming with us right?", kohaku asked

"huh? but i'm not really needed there right? hehe", y/n tried to convince her friend.

before y/n and her group went to the harem selection she managed to get inside the mobile lab and talked to senku.

"so i was thinking since ya' know could be a few days or weeks before we'd succeed in the infiltration but i just wanna clarify something." fiddling her hands thinking maybe she just misunderstood what kohaku did to his boyfriend.

"yeah, got something to say before you leave me here all alone?" senku joked still doing his science work.

"i saw kohaku kissed you last night." and went silent, it made y/n think maybe she was stupid to even conclude at that idea.

"ah yeah she did"

"what! why?"

"easy tiger, that was unexpected for me as well, we have to get a distraction from the enemy. gen's fault he included me."

silence again.

"but i guess that made you uncomfortable huh?" she nodded still fiddling her fingers.

he saw this and went to holding her close.

"m'sorry if it made you feel bad, i take full responsibility of how you're feeling right now. tell you what i'll give gen an earful about that and maybe after this whole infiltration thing, we spend time more together after, hmm?" trying to apologize the woman.

"mmm, i see.."

"i understand i just want to know why it had to be done." she said faintly smiling.

"m'sorry if you understood that way. there's nothing going on. m'still yours forever and always" he tried to cheer up.

she then hugged him and he immediately reciprocated. silence engulfing them once again while enjoying the company of each other.

"i love you"

"me to honey. i love you so damn much. i'm yours. okay?" reassuring her and gently pushing his lips into her sweet candy flavored ones.

masterlist

"mmm, you're mine and i'm yours" she giggled.

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leewritestoomuch · 2 months

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Hello! ૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝> . <⸝⸝꒱ྀིა

First, can I say that you are absolutely awesome for the Dr. Stone request! 💕

I was wondering if I could possibly have an NSFW for Ukyo x reader with a hint of Gen x reader, where Ukyo been trying to confess to (y/n) for the longest time and can’t seem to muster up the courage to do so and what finally pushes him to do so is Gen mentioning to Senku that he might confess to (y/n), so Ukyo looks for (y/n) only to find her in the hot springs and things get steamy.

A million thank yous!

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Hot Springs- Ukyo x Reader

Hiiii thank you for the request!

Warnings: NSFW, Unprotected intercourse, p in v, doing it while in water.

Ukyo x fem! Reader. (Gen x fem! Reader if you squint and grab a magnifying glass)

He hadn’t ever found the right timing. Something is always in his way; hunting, the work Senku gives him, somebody talking to you or him, etc. There just was no opening. At least, that’s what he tells himself to make himself feel better, but deep down, he knows he’s being a coward.

Everyday he watches you walk around, talk to the others, and he admires you. He admires you deeper than any friend would, respectfully, of course. Every time your lips curve into a smile, he just can’t help but smile too, and maybe blush a little. When you talk, he listens. He can always pick your voice out.

And luckily for him, in this situation, he can pick up on others voices well too. When the sound of Gen telling Senku that he’ll confess he’s got feelings for you tomorrow, his heart drops.

He thinks about backing off and letting Gen go after you, as he just doesn’t want to step on anyone’s toes. But, it eats away at him. He just can’t stand the thought of watching the two of you together. And, unlike him, he impulsively rushes to find you.

He knew you went up the mountain for some materials, so he quickly follows the path he’d often take with you when he tagged along. After a while, he gets to the top of the mountain.

He regrets his decisions immediately when he sees you sitting on the edge of the hot springs, unclothed. You haven’t noticed him yet, and he doesn’t know what to do about that.

Walk away? Make his presence known, possibly embarassing you? Wait and if you notice he’ll be pinned as a creep?

Luckily for him, you look up and meet his eyes. Quickly, you squeak and hide yourself in the water. Ukyo apologizes, but awkwardly approaches.

“Um… sorry, but may I join you?” He’s not meeting your eyes anymore, and he’s definitely blushing, but the heat from the hot springs below where he’s standing cover that up.

You nod and turn around so he can take off his clothes, and you wait until you hear him get in the water before turning around.

“Why’d you come out here?” You ask, leaning against the stone wall of the hot spring. Your arms are up on the wall, pulling yourself up a bit, so the water is barely covering your breasts now. You don’t seem to realize, but he gulps hard, trying to keep his thoughts respectful and in line.

“I was looking for you.” He answers, much too quickly. He realizes he shouldn’t have said that. This was a rare time that he doesn’t think through his words, and he has a feeling it’ll come back to bite him.

“Oh, really? Why’d you come looking for me?” You tilt your head a little, brows furrowed a little in confusion.

“You went out alone. I was just coming to help out in case you needed anything.” He says, not looking at you for most of it, but smiling at you at the end. “It’s safer together.”

You nod, and then it’s silent for a little while. Ukyo mentally weighs his options, and realizes he’ll just do it now, against his better judgement.

“Y/N, can I tell you something?” He asks, already feeling like a high schooler confessing his love. It makes him chuckle a little bit.

“Hmm? Sure. What is it?” You hum, smiling.

“Y/N, I have feelings for you.” He says sternly, and your heart jumps and skips about 6 beats.

“Ukyo, I have feelings for you too.” You blush, smiling at him.

The two of you inch closer to each other slowly, and nervously, your lips meet softly. And maybe it’s the heat from the hot spring, or maybe something else, but the kiss heats up. He doesn’t mean for it to, but he’s half hard and already affected by you. It’s not like you’re much better, practically drooling over what you could see of his body.

So now his hands carefully dare to go lower than the water line, and your hands boldly feel up his chest, abs, and hips. You don’t dare to let your hand go any lower.

The kiss quickly went from innocent to tongues shoved into each other’s mouths, struggling to breathe, and hands feeling each other up. Out of some stroke of boldness, you grind against him. And suddenly your back is against the stone wall as the two of you desperately grind against each other, the water making the friction more intense. His lips leave yours to nibble on your ear, then bite at your neck. He leaves hickeys in his wake as he moves down to your chest, staying above the water.

“I’m sorry… if I’m going too far.” Ukyo says, looking up at you. You quickly shake your head.

“No, keep going.” You look hungry, the fire in your eyes burning for something more than this.

His hand makes its way between your legs, rubbing small circles on your clit. You gasp, clinging on to his shoulders. He keeps rubbing his hand in circles as you begin to come undone in his arms. He can’t help but think you look beautiful like this. A whole new beautiful he’s never even seen before, though he knew you were beautiful, of course.

“Ukyo… please just put it in.”

“My fingers?” He asks, poking at your entrance with two fingers. You shake your head quickly.

“No.” And he realizes, nodding. He breathes for a second before lining himself up.

“Ready baby?” He asks, grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers with his. You nod, and he takes that as he can make a move. He slowly pushes in, stretching your walls a bit as he does. The water makes the friction feel dryer, making it a bit more painful that it should have, but you make it through.

When he bottoms out, you both wait a minute, just heavily breathing with your eyes closed. When he opens his eyes, he strokes your cheek with his thumb, “Is it okay if I move?”

“Yeah, just go slow for a second.” You nod, squeezing his hand. He nods back, beginning to move his hips back, before pushing back in. He finds a rhythm quickly, tip kissing your cervix and length grazing your g-spot with each thrust.

With his hand that isn’t holding yours, he begins to rub your clit again. Both of you elicit low moans, hips clashing desperately. With each thrust, you make a noise; his name, a moan, a whimper. He’s realizing the noises are spurring him on. He makes some noises himself, not entirely silent. He just can’t help it, the moans slipping past his lips.

His thrusts get harder, and you buck your hips up to meet them. Your legs begin to shake a little, finding it hard to stand, so the hand that was holding yours moves to support you. His thrusts speed up as he gets closer to the edge. Your moans pick up, indicating you’re close too.

“Fuck… ugh, I’m gonna cum.” He whispers, hips desperately thrusting into you now, but not losing his rhythm. He doesn’t want to change anything for you.

“Ukyo.” You breathe out a moan of his name. “Me too…”

“Should I pull out?” He asks, and you nod quickly. He nods back to let you know he hears you.

Your walls clench and pulse around him, and he feels then gush on his cock. This sends him over the edge, quickly pulling out and cumming into the water.

You both pant for air, still entangled together for a while. And in this comfortable moment, he realizes his confession went well.

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grapefives · 1 year

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FUN IS LOGICAL | HC

senku x gn!reader

set in ishigami village + volleyball player reader + fluff + light angst + light humor

as we know, senku isn’t very… sporty… fit… mm

“I’M DONE!” he heaves as he lays flat on the ground.

you huff, “we haven’t even started a match! all we’ve done is teach you the stances and-“

you go quiet when you know he isn’t even listening, his body is literally still as a dead body.

with a defeated, glum sigh, you walk away, teasingly walking over him to who knows where.

for certain, he’ll go back to his blueprints and try to please everyone except you.

first he saves ruri, then works night and day to prove how good his intellect is. it’s tiring, being on the side line.

speaking of side lines, you missed doing everything in your power to not have the ball go there.

you missed the thrill of running around, tensing your muscles for the ball’s impact and making up strategies to win

you sigh at the fond memory.

“so,” you jolt at someone’s voice, not having realized you were sitting on a rock and staring into space.

“kohaku,” you say with a gentle smile, not really in the mood to talk to anyone.

“what’s wrong? you seem pretty defeated, did you fight with senku?”

“hm? no, no we didn’t fight,” you shake your head.

“then?”

you turn to stare at her, fondly. “i don’t know man-“

“i’m a woman!”

“-i just miss playing volleyball. the thrill of it all. scraping your knees, your elbows when you fall from saving the ball. knocking into a groupmate and just… spending hours playing with friends… being competitive… i miss that.”

“volleyball…” kohaku mumbles, “is a game? sounds like a battle.”

you laugh, “almost! a battle to win and.. ah man,”

“woman.”

“i miss it.” you say, staring up into the sky. “i ask senku for just a moment…” you frown, “he has his own thing, something he loves. i don’t mind helping him, i know this is the best for humanity but, i just wish i had volleyball as my escape again.”

kohaku frowns, “what’s stopping you?”

you give her a look, “i don’t really have anyone to play with, senku made this ball for me and just gave it to me like he’s trying to get rid of a child.”

“that’s rude.”

“i guess,” you shrug.

“i still don’t get how you to are together,” she says honestly.

you smile, “me neither.”

she sees you sigh, looking anywhere with a saddened smile. “you know,” she starts, “while everyone appreciates the new things senku is showing and providing us, there’s no harm in learning games. after all, it’s something someone invented, right? something for people to also enjoy?”

you stare at her, surprised at this. “well.. yes-“

“then teach us! there’s lot’s of people in the village that would love a good competition! i’m sure sure of us warriors would be up for it!”

“are you serious?” you asks, heart racing with excitement.

“duh.”

and you stand up, following her back to the village. you see senku once more in his little world, a world you barely fit in.

but that’s okay, you’re looking forward to something more.

“volleyball!” you hear kohaku yell, “i dare you all to learn it and play!”

“hey, don’t force them-“ you try.

“it’s a game!” she grins.

“we have responsibilities, kohaku,” one of the warriors said.

“we could take a break,” another one says, “it’s pretty quiet today. “plus, games bring on challenges, no?” he asks you.

“well, yes. absolutely.” you smile, hoping you could at least round up four people.

“i’m down for a challenge!” another pipes up.

and soon, you got your six people, you and kohaku included. it was enough for you.

they were pretty good at listening and executing the practices and the stances. before long, they were ready to play.

it was so exiting, you’re pretty sure you were smiling the whole time, but your face doesn’t hurt.

what made you feel even better was that everyone else was enjoying it! two rounds later and a crowd started to form, mostly kids and teens but there was cheering and clapping.

you were soaring. and your team won.

“alright! guys! it’s getting dark!” gen says with a clap.

“that was great!” you laughed, drenched in sweat.

“water,” kohaku gasped.

“get your water over here please,” gen yells.

“good game guys! y’all learned fast!” you said as everyone ran towards gen.

“or you’re good at teaching,” senku’s voice came from behind.

you tensed, unsure whether to be petty or forgive him for his lack of attention and affection.

“maybe,” you end up saying. you don’t pay him more mind as you try to walk over to gen.

“here,” senku says, grabbing your arm with one hand and the other shoves water in your face.

“oh,” you take it awkwardly. “thanks.”

he stares at you before furiously wiping his hand on his coat.

you spit out the water you were gulping down. “you’re still disgusted with my sweat!?”

he makes a face, “why wouldn’t i be? you’re so sweaty!”

“senku, no one told you to touch me!”

“well i wanted to!” he pauses, “plus, we’re dating.”

“yet you still hate when i’m sweaty.”

“it’s unhygienic.”

you rolls you eyes. and the two of you are enveloped in a slightly stiff silence.

“it’s been a while since i’ve seen you like that.”

“three thousand seven hundred years.” you say casually as you gulp down the rest of the water.

he stares at you, a look you can’t quite decipher. “yeah.” he scratches his neck, looking away. “i’ve always liked seeing you play.” he pauses, “i hope you had fun.”

you stare at him for a second. then you smile, “i did.”

“sorry i suck at that. i know you’re upset.”

“it’s fine, guess it’s just been so long since i’ve seen you that i really wanted to spend time with you.”

“can’t fault you for that.” he says, sparing you a glance. he almost seems ashamed.

“you hungry?” you ask.

he’s about to shake his head but he remembers he hasn’t eaten all day. instead, worked and every now and then watched you play.

as he watched you eye a food cart, he remembers how the two of you would eat at one after school, especially after your practices.

with a smile, he nods and takes your hand, which you grin at.

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ilydeku · 1 year

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sweet, just like you | senku x reader

Winds of the fall guided themselves through the open window as you leaned against its frame, gazing off into the star-speckled night. That telescope that proudly stood next to you. It was a representation of everyone's effort, everyone's appreciation, everyone's faith. All because of Senku Ishigami. You smiled at the thought as you took a glance at its structure. What a truly remarkable man, indeed.

"Hey, you're gonna be totally useless to me tomorrow if you don't go to sleep. I need you to crush some minerals for me tomorrow."

Speak of the devil.

You paid no mind to him, the soft creaking of wood growing closer signaled his upcoming. Senku rested against the stair railing after reaching the high floor, watching you in silence. He figured maybe you wanted to get some fresh air, but something felt off after a few minutes, which seemed almost like hours. Were you mad at him? He didn't remember doing or saying anything that could harm you. Were you homesick? Nah. You weren't the type to get all sentimental. Senku knows you how you are, now more than ever since he first revived you, but there were probably things still unknown to him. The only way he was going to get answers was to ask directly from the source.

"...so what's up with you? It's not like you to stay up this late. You love to sleep and you sleep like a damn rock, at that."

"Pfft," A light chuckle escaped from your throat. "Why do you care, Senku? It's not like you to ask about someone's feelings. You got a crush on me or something?" You teased, slightly turning your head to get a good look at his humored expression.

"Psh. On you? Not even one millimeter." he retorted, to which you laughed at, walking across the room and gazing out the window alongside you. He let out a breathy sigh before asking you again, in a more genuine way. "Really now, y/n, what's wrong?"

The stars in the sky illuminated the sea of night, but right now, they were glowing brighter than ever.

"Hahh, Senku. There's nothing wrong at all."

"Then why aren't you sleeping?"

"If I told you, you'd probably cringe."

"..." He turned to you, curious as to what you had to offer. "Oh, really now?" A warm feeling rushed through your body as you felt your arms touch. Senku joined you in your midnight gaze, allowing himself to be closer to you. "Tell me, what's on your mind?"

"...It's just that..." You took a deep breath in and a deep breath out. "Looking at all this, all these things we've built, sciency things you've come up with...I realized that I've taken a lot of things for granted in life..." Your eyebrows furrowed as your mind remained on the times you've been negative about in the past, guilt coercing through your form. "I never really stopped to appreciate the things around me; the world we live in, the birds in the sky, the people around me, in fact, I don't even remember the last I told my parents I love them..." You dragged your wrist across your eyelids, attempting to rid of any formation of tears. Senku didn't know what to do at the moment. He didn't know whether to give you space to cry or to come a little closer, as he never comforted anyone before, let alone be this close to one. He thought about hugging you, but he felt that that'd be weird, considering that that's just something he doesn't do. So, he did the next best thing.

"..." His hand hovered above yours. He hesitated, just before resting his hand on top of yours. His fingers delicately indented themselves in between your knuckle, rubbing soft infrequent movements with them. He had his head turned away so you wouldn't see the glow on his face. His attempt at intimate comfort made you grin. You looked down at your hands together and back outside over the village.

"...There's just so many things I turned my head from, so many things I miss. I never took the time to just slow down and open my eyes to anything..."

"..."

"...I miss sitting in a classroom, listening to lectures, and taking notes, even if they were boring. I wish I had paid more attention in class." Senku let out a light chuckle, squeezing your knuckle slightly.

"You say that as if you weren't passing all your classes."

"Okay, and? Maybe I could've gotten straight A pluses instead of just As."

"Pfft. You're really something."

"..."

"You know what I do miss though, Senku?..Chocolate. That's something I've really taken for granted. That long process of collecting cacao beans and crushing them and whatever else they do to it to turn it into chocolate. My mom always bought boxes of chocolates for me to snack on while I studied. It'd sit right at the corner of my desk. And every time she noticed the box running out, I'd immediately find it replaced with a new one...haha..." You dragged your wrist across your eye once more. "...I guess she thought chocolates were the source of my intelligence or something. Man, and those chocolates were the good kind too, the ones with different fillings and stuff...I'd love to have a taste of them again...-"

"You know, I wasn't gonna say anything at first because you seemed really passionate in what you were saying and I uh..well, appreciate that you're open to me..." You turned your gaze to him and smiled. You've never seen Senku being genuine before. "...but now here you are being emotional over a box of chocolates, y/n. That's kinda cringe," Senku joked, laughing to himself. Your smile quickly faded...into a smirk.

"I knew you'd say that regardless, but look at you, Romeo," you retorted, referring to his hand. "Seems like you do have feelings for me, Senku. Look how close we are-" He quickly took his hand away and covered his face with his arm, hiding the light redness in his cheeks and taking a few steps back.

"Oh, shut up, y/n." You chuckled softly, standing up straight and stretching your arms above your head. "You should really go to sleep, now that you've got that all out." You kneeled down on the wood floor and readied your clothed blankets.

"Yeah don't worry, I am. Goodnight, Senku."

"Night." He made is way over the the steep of stairs, but before he began making his way down, you stopped him."

"Hey, Senku? Thanks for listening to me. It's not often I get to speak my mind to someone."

"Don't get it twisted. I only listened because you said I'd probably cringe, but...you're welcome. Now, go to sleep." He replied as he continued down the stairs. As you wrapped yourself in your blanket, a smile made its way across your lips as your eyes closed, the memory of Senku laying his hand across yours replaying through your eyelids. Senku fell asleep with a sound thought in mind. Chocolates, huh? Pfft. Alright then.

A few days went by, Senku being right at your side. Staying up with you for a bit had started to become a regular event unestablished between the both of you, chatting about anything and everything. You wondered why he suddenly became so easy to talk to. It's like you've known him for years, well you have, but through those years, you were never really this close and never struck up deep conversations. It was nice. You treasured every second of them, and so did Senku.

The more conversations you had with him, the more and more he learned from you. Every day was another thing he'd find out about you, which would lead him to more things he wanted to know. For the first time in his life, it wasn't science that was embedded in the driver's seat.

One night you arrived at Senku's place early. All the tasks he especially assigned to you were finished, all thanks to your gorilla-like strength as he calls it, which you always shoot back at by targetting his weak little science nerd arms. You figured today that maybe, finally, you'd get to sleep early, but you were caught completely off guard by the small handwoven basket that sat right on the windowsill you first talked over with him that one night. It was draped in leather to cover its contents held inside. On the leather read the words "To Y/n, the original gorilla". You laughed to yourself and paused. You could feel his presence in the room, so you took it upon yourself to speak.

With your eyes half-lidded, you teased, "Senku, giving me gifts isn't going to win me over, but if you wanna date, you know you could just ask me."

"..." No words were needed. You already knew what his reaction was, you didn't even need to see his face. But you turned around anyways and there he was, cross-armed, leaning against the stair frame with his eyes closed in annoyance. You let out a puff of air from your nose and smiled.

"Alright, alright, my bad. But really, what's this? What's the occa-"

"Just open it already."

"Oh? Well if you insist then-" As you swiftly revealed the contents of the basket, your eyes widened in disbelief. "Is this..." Your fingers traversed over the little mounds of brown that were neatly stacked from the bottom up. A smirk plastered itself onto Senkus face as he witnessed your awestruck expression. You looked like you were about to cry from joy and sadness at the same time.

"Heh, it sure is, y/n." You quickly picked up a piece with your fingers and took half a bite of it. The flavors that enveloped your tongue didn't taste exactly like chocolate, but relatively close. What you could taste, though, was the effort and time put into its making and, most importantly, the love.

"...so? How is it?"

"...it's sweet...just like y-" You hesitated, turning away and looking out towards the sky. Your eyes drifted to rest on the warm autumnal colors radiating from the high. "They're good, Senku. Thank you."

"..." He crossed his arms and stared at you a bit. A small frown drooped from his lips. That's it? He felt like he was expecting something way more than verbal gratitude. "Yeah? Well if it stops you from crying over the past, then-" You suddenly pushed yourself onto him and engulfed him in a tight hug. Senku tensed and stood still,

"Really Senku, thank you. You really are a remarkable person. Call it cringe or whatever, but it's not going to cut out the silver lining I see in you." The arms that hung loosely by his sides began to wrap around your form, and his head rested again the top of yours.

"...it's nothing, really..." He replied. He doesn't rub your back or murmur any soothing words. He's definitely not a man of soothing words, it wasn't his thing. And anyway, it didn't look like you'd need to listen to them. You seemed content already just being there in his arms. "Hey, y/n..? Don't say anything about this to anybody. I don't wanna have anyone on my case wh-"

"About what, huh?" You teased, looking up at him from the hug. "That you held me close in your loving arms, whispering sweet nothings and-" Your shoulders were met with his grip, followed by a force that pushed you apart. He rolled his eyes, but there was still a stupid smile plastered on his face.

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