#Monster!Senku

[narrators-journal]

Blue roses

On the socially aware side of things, I know I shouldn’t just surprise an asker with teratophilia (monster fucking) content, yandere vibes or dom/sub stuff after taking an eternity to answer an ask. But at the same time, I...I assume my freak ass habits are well known at this point. I’m left to assume u thirsty little goblins see my tastes and don’t care if you ask me to go to Arizona and I end up in India lmao. If this is too far off the path tho, I’m so sorry, I REALLY hope you don’t mind and enjoy it regardless despite the time it took to get out. I at least kept the spirit of your ask in there, I just also went very very insane.

CW: Teratophilia/monster fucking, weirder monster genitals this time, aphrodisiacs, dubcon is also VERY lightly there, but I feel like that often comes in a package with aphrodisiacs. Also this is! Pretty public sex. Like, they don’t have a crowd, but they also aren’t all that secluded lmao. There’s also some light mention of belly bulges, so size difference and a lot of cum.

Botanical gardens were probably one of Gen Asagiri’s favorite places to be in the world. Maybe not at the top, but they were definitely on the list. He loved the lust plants and colorful, sweet=scented flowers, the serene atmosphere, and the simple ambient thrum of life that wasn’t the squeal of fans and shouts of managers and co-hosts. He also enjoyed the chance to see so many varieties of flora and butterflies when the gardens cultivated or preserved them. So, when he spotted a stray blue rose grown amongst snowy white variants that grew at the edge of the dirt path, he naturally stopped in the warm noon sunlight to give the bush a sniff and inspect the odd duckling of a flower.

Though, a gentle brush of his finger tips over the sky-blue petals proved that it wasn’t fake, and a sniff or two proved that it wasn’t some odd plant that mimicked the pale roses. No, it smelled just the same as the other flowers in the bush. Even if its fragrance was a bit more syrup-y than the others. Yet, when the magician checked the blue rose’s stem for any sign of transplant, all he found was that it was connected to a thin vine that had tangled and wound itself into the thorny branches from somewhere further into the shrubbery.

And, despite how the ravenette knew better than to follow odd plants or people into the woods, basically, he stepped off of the path to do so anyways. That oddly thick scent still in his nose like some ghost from his past. Which, was a ghost that only seemed to grow more prominent and heated with each step.

Until, with a heavy blanket of mental fog in his skull, and an ember of heat ignited beneath his skin, Gen found the source of the impossibly-colored flower. Which, didn’t quite register in his fuzzy brain for a long moment. He stood there, his blue-grey eyes able to drink in the thick mat of vines, leaves, and roots that the blue rose had seemingly sprouted from, the bare humanoid upper body that was seemingly grafted onto that nest the same way a mermaid transitioned into a fish’s tail. But, it took far too long for him to really accept the smug smile the monster wore as his crimson eyes looked Gen over.

Huh, that’s not a...normal flower.A drowsy part of the magician noted before the more reasonable voice in the back of his mind slapped him out of the trance. What flower do you think that is?! That’s a monster! Bushes don’t have human faces! “What the fuck are you?!” The magician squawked once the fog lifted slightly. All while the off-colored upper body lazily tried to get a few wilted leaves that made up his leek-like hair to stand up like the rest. “A plant.” “You are not a damned plant!” “I photosynthesis, I need water, I can root myself to the ground, and I grow like a plant so...I’m a plant.” Was the simple shrug of an explanation that the dark-haired man got along with an almost evil grin that seemed to thicken the fog in his head and feed that needy ember. So, when he met those crimson eyes again, he wasn’t in any spot to decipher the amused glint he found there.

In fact, as he stood there and looked over the way that the somehow-pale humanoid upper body of the...man? Darkened into the normal green of the plantlife around him, the thick mat of vines, roots, and leaves that his upper body sprouted from confirmed the impossible. Whatever was in front of him wasn’t at all a person.

So, did I just walk into something I shouldn’t have? Was that flower a lure? Bait? Am I going to be eaten? The rational side of Gen fretted as he mindlessly moved forward to take a closer look at the monster and the odd protrusion at the edge of the monster’s transition into roots and leaves. A protrusion that the dark-haired man could only assume was his groin.

From the get-go, there was no way that someone could confuse the monster’s member for a human’s. It more resembled a long fern frond that hadn’t entirely unfurled yet and had been circled by two thinner vines. Thicker at the bottom than the top that leaked a syrupy thick...nectar? That seemed to ooze more of that invasive, fog-inducing scent as the dark-haired magician climbed up to straddle thethe monster’s stomach and wrap a curious hand around it, it sure smelled like a honey suckle’s nectar, but more logically it was some other fluid simply thickened with pollen or something similar.

Either way, though, it let his hand slip up and down the odd length easier with only a slightly sticky feeling on his lightly-tanned skin when he pulled his hand away to get his pants off. I shouldn’t do this! I’m in public! This is...something not human! The more reasonable remnant in the ravenette’s head screamed as the monster’s hands joined his own in the fight to get his pants and boxers off and keep the magician on top of him. This is so inappropriate. This is deranged, and I could be eaten right after! Snap out of it!Yet, that logic and reason fell on deaf ears. Instead, Gen thoughtlessly turned himself around to face the smugly attractive demi-human plant monster while the ravenette lined himself up and sunk onto the monster’s member. And, thankfully, that thicker fluid that oozed out and had been spread by his hand to coat the length was just enough to make that process somewhat painless. The oddly shaped member slid against Gen’s overly-sensitive walls easily despite the blunt tip and the small bumps that went down to the base. The most discomfort that came as the magician sunk lower was from the increased stretch.

Not that the pain would’ve stopped him. The fog in Gen’s head was too thick for the concerns and rationale to overwhelm the heat that welled up beneath the man’s skin as the monster put his hands on his hips to begin a slow, steady rhythm. “It’s okay to enjoy yourself, pretty boy.” The monster assured, his words equal parts teasing and full of comfort that seemed to give the magician permission to let loose the moans that bubbled up into his throat as the furled tip of the monster’s member brushed his prostate. It also seemed to give the final nudge needed to break that final strand of common sense in the ravenette’s head, because after only a couple of movements, Gen took control of the pace.

So, the plant monster’s hands simply squeezed Gen’s hips while the man moved. No care given for the way that he clawed into the monster’s chest. His head was foggy, his mouth felt as if it were full of sawdust, and his belly bulged slightly with the monster’s length, but the fires of need kept him going. Kept him in motion with lewd moans to fill the air and the lascivious shlopand slap from his movements. The odd phallus of the humanoid plant creature able to drag against every inch of Gen’s walls as he sloppily chased the release he craved. “Jeez, you’rereallyinto this. More than I expected you to be with how you approached” The monster teased, his hands on the magician’s hips and a smile on his lips as flustered words tumbled out of the magician’s mouth. “Sh-shut up! Just shut up!” Breathless, overheated, and loopy with the desire that pulsed through him every time he pushed the monster’s length deeper into himself. Each drag of the creature’s odd length on Gen’s walls accompanied by an escaped moan and a flutter of his belly. As if the well-known magician wasn’t in the middle of a public botanical garden under the intense summer heat of the noon sun.

Thankfully, the plant didn’t say anything else after that. He simply grinned like a villain while he watched the magician’s cock bounce against the small bump his member made when he sunk down. Instead, he let Gen work himself further and further into a frenzy until, at long last, the bubble popped and unleashed a tsunami of euphoria that briefly washed the magician’s vision white.

When his senses dialed back in, the ravenette found himself collapsed onto the demi-human’s chest like a boneless ragdoll. His muscles weak and shakey as he gulped down air and slowly registered the warmth that gushed into his belly and increasingly squished his cock between his stomach and the monster’s. Even when the magician tried to push himself up with a drowsy, “What the…” before the odd plant monster pushed him back onto his torso. “Relax, you’ll be fine.” He hummed, circles rubbed into the small of Gen’s back as he was lightly pinned down. “I don’t think men can be fertilized, so you won’t get knocked up, pretty boy.” “What the fuck…” still came out of the man’s mouth as he melted against the monster and let his consciousness fade to the sound of the plant monster’s amusement.

[court-two-knee]

The theme is neurodivergent anime main characters that would cause hell together

[rickydirigo]

YEAAAH IT'S MERMAY, I HECKING LOVE MERMAY !!!

Of course I have to do some Sengen fish boys first 💕

[indigo-brainspark]

The Apothecary Diaries × Dr. STONE

Jinshi: So, all those tea leaves you two have been using have gone into this glass? Can't imagine it's anything except horrifically bitter. *reaches* Maomao, blocking his hand: You might want to rethink that. This concoction has an extremely high concentration of a psychoactive drug. Senku, nodding along: It can make you paranoid, jittery, dehydrated, insomniac. Maomao: It increases pressure on certain muscle groups. Mess with your gastrointestinal system. Senku: Don't even get me started on the possibilities when alcohol is still in your system when you have this. Maomao: It can raise your heartrate to the point of a heart attack. You just drop dead. Jinshi, thinking: Who pissed them off enough for them to resort to such poison? Senku: That being said... I need to feel alive again. Senku: *starts chugging*

[anafanjestic]

I restarted my Monster Hunter Wilds game, just to make a Tsukasa like and his palico... Senku. XDDD

But now I am dead serious when I say I want TsukaSen in this AU.

Dr. Stone x Monster Hunter, part 1 :

Tsukasa is made for being Hunter, and obsiously Senku a searcher, finding all new countries they explore very exciting. Creating traps, locomotion systems, potions and such to help his lover to come back from explorations alive. Even join him and his palico in such adventure to study lands.

UPDATE : Senku and his palico Tsukasa >:3

Of course there isn't a haircut adapted for this one. So I choose something near from his wet hair.

I laughed because there is one that looks like Byakuya's !

[pyxis-comet]

Also I finally got a successful drawing of Mad Scientist Senkuu

[dreamyeuphoricll]

[hoe-days]

Name a better group of friends

[thecoolguy24601]

Images AI could never replicate

[senku-ishigami-official]

Hi, it’s me from the monster question! Yes I meant the drink! Also what’s your favorite monster flavor?

I liked monster assault. Maybe we could make something similar since we have cola

[stonesparrow]

Every day I wake up and I go “can I make a more niche Dr stone au than the last one”

anyway here’s a monster high au

[rickydirigo]

Learning to draw chibis again with some yokai Sengen 💕

[lucraven]

Thank you once more!!! They're blessed by the presence of Luna

Fanfic anon here- Double checking to see if you got it!! Posted it a while ago, it's the only fic under dungeon meshi and dr.stone I don't want to bother you just dk if you saw yet

I hope you like it! ^^^

YES OMG SORRY for the delay!!! I've been a bit spacey recently but I read it and LOVED IT thank you SO SO SO SO MUCH!!!! I can't put into words how much I appreciate it ;-; And it's such a sweet piece in general hehehe

I'll drop the link here for people to check out too- https://archiveofourown.org/works/65928907

[junosmindpalace]

May I request Senku developing a crush on his childhood friend after the petrification? fem!reader if possible (if not gn!reader is completely fine)

hope you have a good day :)

Something is different. 

Senku isn’t referring to his environment, which is so far removed from everything he used to know and love. Instead of brick buildings and concrete pavements, there is seemingly never ending forestry, green and gravel beneath the heels of his makeshift shoes. 

It isn’t Senku’s clothing, which is only some thin tattered animals skins that he had spent days working to hunt down the material for, then skin, then tan, and then stitch together with whatever he could to make the haphazard, ugly garment he wears on the regular to provide him with whatever kind of protection from the elements he can with the resources available to him. It’s a stark contrast to the color he used to wear long ago. 

It isn’t even the new friends (and enemies) he’s made since freeing himself from his petrified state. A whole village of people, now, who look toward him for guidance and instruction, upon him with admiration and reverence. People who help him against the newfound stakes, newfound work, newfound responsibilities that haven’t in the slightest been easy to take on. 

Something is different, and amongst nearly everything in his life becoming dirt and dust nearly overnight, Senku is referring to something different about you. 

But he isn’t referring to the environment he’s used to seeing you in, a school setting, perhaps a park, maybe his own room. There’s no new observation to make about a change in your room or a decoration in your locker, because like him, those things are long gone. 

It isn’t your appearance, a similar reflection of your new environments and state of the world. Random pieces of tanned skin poorly stitched into something that resembled clothing, a Frankenstien’s monster of a garment. More simple and plain assuming compared to the various designs and fabrics you wore way back when you’d spend time on an experiment with Senku. He watched you mature from one phase of your life into the next, and this was no different.

It wasn’t even the new people you surround yourself with, found comfort within. It wasn’t listening to their stories, the things that made these people, so far removed from your time, human. It wasn’t the small, pleasant things that he knew grounded you when you got too caught up in your head, the new habits you made out of retrieving materials, crafting things to keep your hands (and mind) busy, new skills you learned (or were forced to learn) and previous skills you learned to develop.

But for the life of him, Senku cannot figure out what it is that’s different. He drives himself a little further mad each time he looks on at you. There’s something in his mind, almost like an itch, that intrusively takes hold on the rest of his senses when there’s a moment between the two of you, whether it’s a quiet one, whether it’s one of shared excitement or mutual understanding. There’s a warmth and a chill that wash over him at the same time when your gaze settles on him a little too intensely, or when you say something wise and agreeable. There is something he’s missing, and he can’t figure out what. 

Maybe it’s your laugh that’s different, though Senku doesn’t know why that would be a thing of prominent notice, or notice at all. It’s a little rougher, and at times with a little less heart than he’s accustomed to after so many years of hearing it bright and enthusiastic. But it’s still kind, and most of all, genuine. Perhaps something about that makes it distinguishable from another. 

Or perhaps it was your new approach to, your new outlook on, life. No, perhaps it was the way you applied your already existing approaches and outlooks to your new, unique circumstances. To help cope, to help others, to help him. 

It was something different, Senku was sure of it. However, he hasn’t had much time to linger on what could possibly be the source of such…irritation, for very long. 

Perhaps a more irritating point was the fact that Senku could hardly place a time when he first observed this difference. 

At the very least, he could estimate it to be sometime after the both of you emerged from the stone. 

The simplest solution, perhaps, could be for him to just ask you directly. It’s the easiest way to confirm or deny hypotheses’. He would ask if you had gotten haircuts in the past, ask if you had gotten any sleep after noticing prominent circles under your eyes and sluggish movements. This was no different.

But when Senku finds himself hesitating on an evening when the two of you are working in the lab together, Senku thinks that maybe this is the different thing. For some reason, he’s slower to communicating such personal things, despite it being nothing more than simple, casual and menial conversation. 

You’ve had hundreds of conversations about a million different things over the years, from careers you aspire to pursue in earnest to the more daunting topics about love and loss. He’s seen every side of you, good and ugly, he’s heard every side of you. Every insecurity, every point of pride, about every friend who’s come and gone and stayed behind; and in a more Senku like fashion, you’ve heard the same from him, in that straightforward and logical way of communicating that you’ve always been able to see through from the wavers in his voice to the passionate glints in his eyes. 

But something is different. Something has been different. 

Yet the two of you work away in the lab as if it were any other evening, the twinkling stars in the sky he admires so much hidden away by the walls and bamboo roof. It’s what you’ve been doing since you’ve established some sort of lab to work out of ever since the petrification. Senku has felt quite disturbed by this difference of yours, but at the very least, he finds it comforting that it doesn’t affect this routine that the two of you established early on in your relationship. The content, collaborative efforts the two of you put in to create something satisfying, worthwhile; exciting. 

It’s what he’s always felt with you in your relationship. Thrill to indulge in something he’s passionate about together, thrill to create something with you, thrill to be with you--

Senku pauses his work for a moment. He shifts his gaze from the notes in front of him to where you stand just down the opposite end of the table, completely enamored with the tests you were performing. 

Something is different. He thinks, at that moment, that he’s almost figured out what. 

But the realization he was about to reach disappears from him suddenly, and he can’t seem to become conscious of the conclusion when he stares at you. He tries desperately to recall it, reach for it in his mind, through a frantic look at your features. The warm light against your skin, the gentle movement of your hands, the concentrated furrow of your brows. 

His heart feels like it might burst out of frustration the more he looks at you, and he forces himself to turn away. It’s there, it was there!

(And it still was.)

He’ll figure it out eventually.

[anafanjestic]

Dr. Stone x Monster Hunter, partie 6 :

Okay, let's fight a Balahara one or two more times, then I'll go write some TsukaSen AU Monster Hunter 😤

I have a smut scene in mind to expulse.

UPDATE : I gonna kick a Uth Duna butt before write, it will inspire me for sure.

(I already know the plot is around this monster)

[reomikagekin]

ok,,,,, hear me out,,,,,, so what if the american gang in dr stone also has a pirate lady who recently returned from expedition whos personality is similar to ryusui so he becomes attracted to her.... like she pulls up doing some obnoxious pirate laugh and bro just becomes smitten

"she just like me fr" type shit with heart eyes

Your wish is my command..

She’s Just Like Me, For Real

When the sails cut across the ocean horizon, Ryusui squinted, golden eyes gleaming as a new ship pulled into the harbor.

Not his ship, obviously — nothing could beat the Perseus. But this one had character. Swagger. A figurehead that looked suspiciously like a shark wearing sunglasses. The crew scrambled with practiced ease, dropping anchor and laughing like they owned the ocean.

And then you appeared.

Leaping off the top mast like it was a damn stage, boots hitting the deck with a crack, coat billowing behind you, and a wide, wild grin splitting your face.

“YARRR!!!” you bellowed, fists on your hips. “AMERICA’S FINEST PIRATE IS BACK FROM PLUNDERIN’ THE SEVEN GROWN-OVER SEAS!”

“…Please tell me that’s not who I think it is,” Gen muttered.

Senku blinked. “The hell did we even send her to do again?”

“Expedition,” Gen muttered. “She was supposed to be scouting. What the hell did she plunder, raccoons?”

“LAND-HO, YOU LANDLUBBERS!! PREPARE TO BE AMAZED BY MY GLORIOUS RETURN!!”

From the shoreline, a ship came barreling toward them at an obnoxiously jaunty speed. Its sails were covered in messy sketches of sea monsters and explosions, and the figurehead was somehow a combination of a shark, a dolphin, and what looked like a middle finger carved into driftwood. The mast had a pirate flag — hand-stitched, poorly, with the word “FREEDOM” scrawled under a skull wearing sunglasses.

The ship slammed dramatically into the sandbank, barely slowing down before skidding to a stop.

A lone figure stood at the bow, arms crossed, hair wild, coat flapping behind your like a banner of rebellion. Trinkets clattered in your braids. Your boots were mismatched. And the grin on your face could only be described as “borderline criminal.”

“YARRRRR!” you roared, leaping from the mast and landing with a crack of dust and bravado. “THE GREATEST PIRATE IN THE POST-APOCALYPSE HAS RETURNED FROM HER EXPEDITION—AND I BROUGHT PRESENTS!”

Senku’s eye twitched. “We didn’t send her to plunder, we sent her to scout.”

“Didn’t know there was a difference,” You snorted, tossing a massive sack onto the ground with a THUNK. “Found some old-world rum barrels, three cats, a petrified Walmart mannequin, and—wait for it—gator jerky. You’re welcome, nerds.”

Ryusui had not moved.

He stood frozen, halfway off the dock, eyes wide, expression unreadable. It was only when you turned to face them directly that it happened.

You threw your head back and let out the most obnoxious laugh he’d ever heard.

“BUWAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

A seagull dropped dead from the air.

Ryusui inhaled sharply like he’d been struck. “She… She…”

“Is absolutely insufferable?” Gen offered.

“Is my soulmate,” Ryusui breathed.

Senku looked at him. “Are you broken?”

“Senku,” he whispered, stepping forward, hand over his chest like he’d just seen the light of the universe. “She’s just like me.”

You made eye contact with Ryusui and squinted. “You! With the smug aura and pretty-boy hair. You the guy in charge here?”

Ryusui smiled, a slow, charming grin spreading across his face like a rising tide. “That depends,” he said silkily. “Are you the kind of woman who can sail a ship through a hurricane and flirt with death at the same time?”

You blinked. Then you let out another obnoxious laugh. “HAH! Damn right I am. What’s it to ya, golden boy?”

He stepped down from the dock, boots crunching sand beneath him, stopping just a few paces from her.

“Ryusui Nanami. Captain of the Perseus. Heir to the sea, the sky, and all riches the Earth has yet to cough up.”

You grinned wide enough to show teeth. “(Y/N). Pirate Queen of What’s Left. Master of Improvisation, Looting, and Terrible Ideas That Somehow Work Out.”

A long pause. The ocean lapped behind them.

“I want to race you,” you declared.

Ryusui’s grin turned feral. “I want to marry you.”

Behind them, Senku pinched the bridge of his nose. “I knew this would happen.”

“Are you seriously into her?” Minami asked, looking vaguely ill.

Ryusui didn’t even hear them. His entire world had narrowed to the woman standing in front of him with salt in your hair and delusions of grandeur burning in her eyes.

You reached into your coat and tossed him something.

He caught it without looking—a rusted compass, one side dented and clearly once used to bludgeon something.

“A gift,” you said. “Found it in a sunken office depot. Thought you might appreciate the vibes.”

Ryusui stared at the compass. “This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh for crying out loud,” Gen muttered. “Now there’s two of them.”

Chrome watched in awe. “It’s like watching a storm flirt with a tornado.”

Suika clapped happily. “I like her! She’s loud!”

“BUWAAHAHAHA! Damn right I am, kid,” you shouted, spinning on one heel and striding toward the bonfire pit like she owned the whole coastline. “Now somebody give me a drink! I’m dehydrated and obnoxious!”

Ryusui followed like a moth to a flame, starry-eyed and dazed.

Senku turned to Gen. “I give it a week before they sink at least two ships.”

Gen raised an eyebrow. “You think Ryusui’s actually serious about her?”

“Unfortunately,” Senku muttered, watching Ryusui enthusiastically try to match her pirate laugh decibel for decibel. “Yeah.”

Minami sighed. “God help us all.”

—

Later that night...

“You’ve got good wind instincts,” Ryusui said, leaning on a driftwood crate beside you, watching the stars. “You knew when to tack even without a proper barometer.”

“Gotta feel it in your bones,” you replied, hands behind your head. “Sky talks to me. Real bitchy sometimes, but I talk back.”

He laughed, genuine. “God, you’re amazing.”

You turned to him, one brow raised. “You always this intense?”

He shrugged. “Only for things I want. And right now, I want to build the greatest ship the world’s ever seen… and have you standing next to me when we sail it.”

You blinked. For once, you looked surprised.

Then you grinned. “You talk big, Captain Goldie.”

“I dream big,” he corrected smoothly.

“You really think we’d make a good team?”

He looked you dead in the eye.

“We’d either rule the ocean… or blow it up in the process.”

You howled with laughter.

“BUWAAAAAHAHAHA!” you howled. “Screw it, I’m in. Let’s make every historian cry.”

Ryusui smirked, feeling his heart flip.

“She’s just like me, for real.”