#dr stone scenario

[caligvlasaqvarivm]

I used to despise Eridan and think he was the absolute worst character (barring Cronus ig) but you have shown me the light and completely turned my opinion around and now I think he is such an endearing little freak <3 I read your whole blog already but if you've got any more thoughts on eri or anyone else then I hope you post them bc I'd love to hear more abt it!

i have sooo many controversial opinions about the dancestors you have noooooo idea

[junosmindpalace]

Im in love with your senku x reader writings

They are absolutely adorable🥺

Ive been sick for a whole week now and i still feel terrible

It made me wonder how Senku would act with reader being sick and bedridden?

And Senku is just near her side, watching over her?🥺

Maybe y/n collapses during all the hard work in the stone world, and turns out having a strong fever?

Watching her fall asleep, keeping her tucked in, handing her water etc

I think they would be the absolute cutest 🥺🥺

thank you so much for your request and patience! i hope you were able to recover quickly (me and my horrid timing…)!

--! warnings: sickness, anxiety(?)

--> wc: 1k

The shift from living in an advanced civilization to the stone age was massive and required a lot of adjusting. 

You were fortunate enough to exist in a time where everything you could ever want and need was easily accessible, from all the knowledge in the world at your fingertips to all sorts of items at your disposal. All your basic necessities could be easily met with a short walk to the supermarket. 

So when all of that turned upside down, it was a challenge to keep up.

The petrification took a large toll on you when you awoke from your lengthy slumber. You were powerless to save the people you loved and who brought you comfort. Most of your time was spent attempting to accommodate your new living circumstances, physically and mentally. 

Anxiety and panic was a constant in the back of your mind with so much unknown about the potential attack on mankind, and you were unable to soothe yourself with the hobbies you once enjoyed. Your physical health also suffered. Your diet had changed drastically, you were forced to take on a lot of labor in order to stay alive. 

But throughout it all, Senku made adjusting easier by helping you learn everything you needed to know to help you survive in your new environment. The two of you worked together to hunt, build shelter and tools and fashion clothing. Senku’s determination and upbeatness despite such a traumatic life altering event helped keep you sane. You didn’t need to strain yourself as much when Taiju and Yuzuriha later joined the group either, especially with Taiju’s endless stamina. 

When you and Senku split from your friends in order to establish alliances with other potential survivors, you came along a small village that also helped in terms of labor. You befriended and recruited many strong and resourceful people to help the both of you with your mission. Still, you were doing a lot. Your body didn’t have the time to gradually adjust to your new lifestyle. 

For a while, you were able to push through. For the sake of your survival, work took priority. But eventually, sometime after Ruri was cured, you couldn’t keep hitting ignore on your exhaustion, and eventually you felt the consequences of this action catch up to you.

It seemed that there was always something to do in Ishigami Village, which was unsurprising considering your circumstances. It was a particularly harsh sunny day, the sun beating down at the villagers who tried, futilely, to rid themselves of the discomfort the sun’s glare brought them.

“Particularly hot out today, huh, Senku?” Gen panted out from beside his scientist friend, the two both sharing uncomfortable looks on their faces. 

“It hasn’t been this hot in a while! We should make sure the children and elderly are alright.” Kohaku commented upon overhearing, putting a hand over her eyes to shield the sun’s rays and survey the villagers. Senku mimicked her not far away. 

“We won’t get much work done under these conditions. We should probably-” Senku had started, but a thud interrupted his train of thought. Everyone turned toward the sound to find you had collapsed and lied unconscious on the ground. 

Immediately your friends were at your side, the strongest villagers, Kohaku and Magma, carrying you into one of the huts in the village. After Senku assessed you, he realized to his horror that you had come down with a strong fever. In the modern world, a cold was nothing to stress over, especially at your age. But with the change in…everything, it was a lot more concerning, especially since Ruri had almost died of pneumonia.

Luckily, the Kingdom of Science’s sulfa drug was successful, but the downside was that it needed time to create again. In the meantime, your friends did everything they could to accommodate your sickness, Senku being at the forefront of it all.

Kohaku delivered spring water like she did in order to help with Ruri’s sickness, and Chrome, along with Suika and other villagers, would collect various supplies Senku advised him of to help with your recovery- food, materials for medical tools and the like. Senku stayed by your side throughout it all, making sure to assess you regularly and work to get the panacea done as soon as possible.

It was uncomfortable enough being sick in the modern world, but with the amount of pain you were in from your fever along with not being able to enjoy your old comforts, the fever took a higher toll on you than expected.

Senku stayed by your side to soothe you the best ways he knew how. He used his knowledge of science to create whatever forms of entertainment he could, and having another person from your time was also a comfort. He did his best to make you laugh and help keep you out of your panicked mindset.

At the peak of your illness, and when your anxiety was at its highest, Senku stayed by your side and watched over you until you fell asleep, sometimes lingering in the house or setting up his own sleeping bag beside. He convinced himself it was for your peace of mind, but deep down, being near you and able to quickly respond to anything alarming also helped put his heart and mind at ease.

“You’ll be okay, Y/N. You’ll recover from this, I’m ten billion percent certain of it. Get your rest.” He’d tell you with all the confidence in the world, and it was hard not to believe him when his words were so firm and full of certainty. 

Senku would lean over and tuck you in, insisting that it was important that you kept yourself warm. He helped you drink water when you were too weak to do so yourself, and encouraged you to sleep a lot in between meals.  

Your sickness put you out of commission for work for a while before the medicine was finished, and even after taking the medicine, your body still needed to adjust after having been used to more modern ones. 

Eventually your fever symptoms slowly started to lessen, and through the hot spring water, food and other things, along with Senku’s assessments of your condition, you were back on your feet feeling reborn. Senku made sure to continue monitoring you from time to time, and told you to come to him if you were ever feeling down again, both physically and mentally (because as much as you wanted to avoid worrying him, his attentive eye and big heart always manage to see through you).

[alexxuun]

I want these bitches to interact. They could form a “high hair club” or something.

[narrators-journal]

20$ make a fella holla

I don’t know if it’s obvious, but I can never describe Senku’s fucking hair. It’s just...how do you describe that shit??

Regardless, I hope this is a fun read, I just kinda had fun with it, tried to make it amusing to read, just a lil fake dating romp <3 Hope the romantic tone is there though at the end! I thought it was a pretty cute lil moment, at least.

Some people loved weddings, with the belief that they were the perfect time to bask in the love of your partner and joy of your family. Some, believed the events to be garish, stressful, exhausting nightmares for everyone involved. Which, was more or less the group you fell into.

Though, of course, you had no real issue with weddings, and someday may also wish to be married to your own future partner. But, that didn’t keep the sudden invitation to a family friend’s surprise nuptuals from coming out of left field.

So, befitting someone in your panicked position, you scrambled to find a date to accompany you to the event. Someone, anyone who could make sure you couldn’t be paired off with a complete and total stranger for pictures, and that no well-intentioned aunties, or eager, nosey grannies could offer potential dates and suitors.

Alas, your boyfriend had dumped you a month before, and none of your friends were free to attend with you. “When does this crap end? I’ve got a project to get to.”

Desperate times called for desperate measures.

“Senku, will you please quit complaining already? Do you have zerofucking social skills?” You hissed back in a similarly quiet tone your date at the reception table. Aka your roommate, Senku Ishigami. A slightly eccentric, odd-haired 19 year old science prodigy on his third year of college, and your last fucking nerve at the moment.

But, your annoyance seemed to simply bounce off of your ‘boyfriend’ as his crimson eyes glared back at you as he muttered quietly, “I do, but this is damned boring. Plus, this tuxedo is itchy as hell. I did my bit, why don’t we just leave already? The ceremony’s over.” “Because that’s passive aggressive and rude, Senku. Have you never been to a wedding?” You asked back, but before your ‘boyfriend’ could shoot back with some explanation about the useless nature of such events, one of your tablemates asked, “So, how long have you two been together?” in an attempt to start some less hissed and angry conversation. “Oh! Uh, about…” While you scrambled for a good answer, Senku jumped in to save you, “Going on two years soon. A little under a month before that marker, actually.” He answered, his boredom well hidden under his usual cool, unbothered demeanor as he spoke, but it still irked you.

Almost as much as his claim did, honestly. God, why am I not surprised that he doesn’t give a singular fuck about the plot holes I’ve gotta patch up if someone asks for details?You mentally fumed as your expression remained politely chipper and joyful as the woman across from you continued to ask questions. “How ever did you two meet then? I hope I’m not rude, but you two don’t seem like eachothers ‘types’.” She hummed, but before you could toss out some bland, cutesy meet-cute plot, Senku spoke once again, “Oh, kinda creepily, actually. She needed a room mate, I was just the person to take her offer.” Why not just admit I’m paying you to be here too?!“We didn’t like eachother at first, I usually don’t like super extroverted girls surrounded by dramatic friends and shit. Which, at first, that’s what she seemed like. I mean, jeez, let loose a machete-wielding maniac on campus and she’d have been prime ‘hot bimbo victim’ material.” Oh my fucking god, Ishigami, what next? Calling me ‘the old ball and chain’? How is this supposed to be believably romantic?!But, of course, the man continued regardless of your attempts to psychicly blow him up. “But, a month or so in, I realized my assumptions were wrong. She’s actually quite a funny, charming girl, with a good head on her shoulders, and some intellegence to her. And...well, y’know, I asked her out from there. Though, I have no clue why she agreed to date my ass, but she did! And I’ve held onto my title since then.”

As he spoke so easily, you were stuck with a nerves-laced smile the entire time. Only able to muster the occassional giggle to try and sell the romance in his take on your actual situation. Because, what else were you to do? Correct your boyfriend on your meeting story? That’d just out how fake the two of you were in an instant, so you mostly focused on your bland wedding reception food and tried not to give your room mate dirty looks as he spoke.

Thankfully, though, the woman across from you two seemed at least a bit charmed, or at least amused by the romantic twist on how your initial meeting with the odd-haired scientist. So, you could let out an internal sigh and redirect the conversation away from your ‘love story’ before Senku could cook up any other questionable tales. But, as you sat there in polite conversation as you ate your fillet mignon and mashed potatoes, Senku’s story was able to settle into your mind. Allowed to stew and marinate as the reception continued.

Why the hell would he got down such a weirdly honest route? He seems more the type to claim we met on tinder, not that weirdly sweet tale of growing to like me from an awkward set up. You asked yourself. Because, in the two years you’d had the man as a room mate, he had always favored blunt honesty over sugar-coating anything, so, it was odd that he had such a long-winded lie at the ready. And it you couldn’t explain it away as him having ‘prepped for the role’, you had to fight him just to put on a tux and pull his gravity-defying hair into a ponytail so he didn’t look weird in any wedding photos. He wouldn’t bother with that type of preparation. So...what? Was he being...honest?

It wasn’t an entirely comfortable realization to come across. Even if Senku had his moments of being attractive, and he was a pretty good room mate, he had the tact of a brick, and a blatant love for science over any living person, least of all you, right?

God, get a hold of yourself, girl.You chided yourself with a small sigh, only a glance thrown to your date to briefly study how he sat and ate his food, that glint of boredom back in his cherry-colored eyes. This isn’t some rom-com fanfiction. Your roomie hasn’t been harboring some deep love for you for two years unless your a beaker of nitroglycerin. You reminded yourself firmly, the flustered butterflies in your belly squashed coldly as you returned to the food in front of you.

Though, after a moment, you did dare another glance to your pretend boyfriend beside you, and this time, those crimson orbs looked back at you. And, as if the scientist had suddenly learned to read your mind, he leaned over until you could feel his warm breath tickle your ear when he whispered, “What’s with the weird looks? Surprised the unfeeling scientist has a heart?” in a playful,flirtatioustone that was almost alien to hear mixed into his voice. A tone you had heard plenty of time in your life, but still managed to cause you to gasp, and choke on your own spit. Like a true charmer.

“Oh! Oh shit, are you choking on something, hon?” Senku asked, instantly on his feet as you coughed on your surprise, “Jesus, maybe this is a good time to go. With your luck, dear, you’ve got a cold brewing.” He said, at least decent enough to fabricate some form of a lie before he took his opportunity and almost drug you from the reception hall just as you got your breath back. I’m going to kill this bastard.

[slut4stansny]

Can you make a nsfw scenario for Stanley ? I'm crazy for him very much 😭

Can u guys pls specify the gender of the reader first so I know 😭 (if it’s gender neutral tag it as GN tyyyy)

Tags: [MODERN] college au, nsfw

It wasn’t uncommon for you to make breakfast for your boyfriend. Letting him sleep after grueling training hours at the academy and sleepless nights to prepare for a marksmanship exam the next day pretty much had Stanley spent beyond belief.

On this particular morning, you woke up as usual to find him resting beside you, his fingers lazily tracing your hips and his head resting on your shoulder. You kissed him gently, and got up from your shared bed to head to the kitchen.

You were always quiet in the morning, making sure not to wake Stanley from his well needed sleep, but to your surprise, he was up right along with you.

“G’mornin’.” He yawned and walked into the kitchen, sporting only his boxers and dog tags as he took steady strides to greet you.

You felt his arms wrap around your waist from behind as you cooked, and felt him press up and nuzzle against your neck.

“You don’t have to make me breakfast, baby.” He mumbles, but you know he’s grateful either way.

“Im almost done anyways. You can’t survive off cereal every morning, Stan, you need some protein.” You respond, feeling his hands move down to grope your ass slightly.

He scoffs. “I’m doin’ just fine. I ain’t a recruit for nothin’ y/n.” He continues to feel up your lower body, and jolts of arousal soon start filling your chest.

He eventually starts to tease at your chest, sliding his hands torturously slow up your stomach and towards your chest, circling his fingers on your skin and teasing your nipples through your shirt. At this point, you’re doing your best not to let out any kind of satisfaction.

When he presses against you again, you feel something hard grinding against your ass. Deft hands and thin fingers squeeze your sides as he continues to try and get off on you.

The touch of his hands and grinding of his hips eventually become too noticeable to ignore, and you find yourself turning around to meet his mouth in a sensual, yet incredibly desperate kiss.

He grins and slips his tongue into your mouth with ease, then glides his fingers down into your underwear to tease you further.

You moan against his touch, and feel him lift you up onto the counter, propping you so your legs wrap around his body as he bites and sucks on your neck.

“The walls here are thin, baby. Think you can keep quiet?” He murmurs, inching your underwear off of your legs and spreading them with a tight grip.

You lean your head back as he forces his fingers into your mouth, urging you to suck on them.

He then replaces his fingers with his mouth, shoving his tongue further down your throat as his now lubricated fingers tease at your entrance.

Quiet expletives release from your mouth as he pushes a slim finger into you, pumping in slowly while he undoes his boxers.

His cock bounces upright as he finally removes the straining fabric, and strokes himself with the precum already leaking from his tip.

You can’t deny how you love the way he looks, the way he touches himself so erotically, making lewd noises as he tilts his head back.

He lifts the hand working on your groin back up to your face, and crashes his lips into yours again. He then lines himself up with your entrance, and lets out a breathy moan as he moves into you.

“Fuck y/n….” He groans and begins to grind into you. You’re endlessly thankful for the stability of the countertop as you moan his name while he grounds into you. He fucks you senseless like he’ll never feel your touch again, and rails you into the counter while keeping a steady grip on your throat.

Heat soon pools all throughout your body, and you feel the coil in your belly just about to snap. Stanley notices it too, and takes that opportunity to slow down his pace.

“Be good and hold it, baby. You cum when I allow it.” He whispers sinfully into your ear, making it that much harder for you not to release then and there.

“Please…” you beg, clawing at his shoulder blades and moving your hips desperately against his dick to try and gain some sort of pleasure. He holds you in place, which is no problem considering how strong he is. He continues his deathly pace, making you partially regret ever letting him express his kinks to you.

You moan and beg him once more, to which he finally responds and quickens the pace again. You bounce on his cock with ease, the coil in your belly finally snapping as you let out a guttural moan. He pulls out and lets you ride out your orgasm on his fingers.

Once you’ve finished, he pumps his cock and hold your head steady, pushing himself into your mouth. You oblige, and it isn’t long before he cums, shaking and moaning as he chases his own high. He pulls out of your mouth and closes it.

“Swallow.” He tilts your chin up, gazing down at you with half lidded eyes and a sensual tone of voice. You crave for him inside you again as he does so, and follow his demand.

He grins and kisses you, tasting himself and providing you with some stability of the mind as your post orgasm fog clears up.

He wipes your lips with his thumb and pulls his boxers back on, then carry’s you over to the couch for a well deserved nap.

[takalzuoom]

senku + depetrification

There was something about the night sky. Something so beautifully isolating.

Where the more you gaze at it, the more it gazes back at you. Reminding you that all your troubles are nothing in the grand scheme of things. That you're just a speck in the great beyond. That you were nothing but an ant to orbiting planets.

There was something so lonely about being with you, silence enveloping you both as only the whipping winds that traveled through the summer leaves were the only thing he heard.

He was so used to being around everyone. Always in the center of their questions and piques. In the center of their battle plans and strategies. In the middle of their joy and laughs. It gets tiring.

So- he comes up to you. Frozen in stone, leaning against a weathered tree stump, knees to your chest and face hidden. Oh, how he misses staring at your face. Eyes full of stars and smile like marble.

He should have unpetrified you the moment he woke up. Should’ve looked for you before Taiju and Yuzuriha, instead of Tsukasa… but, uncharacteristically of him- he chickened out.

Never able to make contact with your stone self. Not once tracing the cracks and crevices of your skin. Felt the warmth of your sun-soaked self as you sat, as you waited for him. As always.

And that's what led to this. Led to you sitting alone under the school’s cherry blossom tree. Weeping your heart out all because he forgot about your date, about the promise he made of finally showing up.

But as the afternoon turned to sunset, and the sun finally kissed the earth of the ground, he had finally realized what had happened- or hadn’t.

…but that was a long time ago.

And a long time has passed since he got annoyed by your constant quips or smothered in your ‘gross’ kisses, and it's definitely been a while since you’ve pulled him away from his work, begging him to take a break and join you in whatever task you were doing. As he now finds himself going days without sleep to simply bring back humanity, to get everyone out of the stone age and into the modern world faster than fate had intended.

But there was something so wrong when he thought about doing it without you. Something wrong about sailing the seas with Ryuusi when you weren’t there to point out every marine life you’d encounter, something wrong with not having you try on Yuzuriha's new clothes, something wrong with not introducing you to all his friends, to eventually be pulled away to someplace private so could shower him in love, just like how you would at school.

He can't have you distracting him with your long lashes, curious eyes, and soft touches. Couldn't stray away from whatever task he had at the chance to humor your daydreams, couldn't stop mid-experiment to make you a gadget.

…

Slowly, he lowered himself so he was on his knees, the sun setting as his fingers toyed with the vile in his pocket. Other hand caressing your hard hair, how he missed the softness of them…

Carefully, he removed himself as one would remove themselves from the fireplace on a cold December night and pulled his cloak off, the one he had Yuzuriha design, especially for you when he thought the time was right.

A huff escaped him as his fingers dug through his pocket again, finding the now heated vile, he unscrewed the cork. holding the yellow liquid to the sun, the chemical glimmering in the vile like how a potion would. Shimmering and shining, the glass creating crystal-like gloss to it as he stood, vile over your head as he started pouring.

The golden droplets felt like they were suspended in air, slowly falling as gravity guided them towards your head.

Breaking his trance-like state, he gazed at the sun, noticing how it tried to stay above the ocean line to catch a peek at their reunion. But the moon, greedy as ever didn't allow it. Wanting to watch the best part of the show as the painting of the sky changed.

He just couldn’t stop staring at it.

So much so that he missed your groggy eyes searching for his as you finally searched yourself out, back cracking from the slightest movement.

“Senku?”

[bowandcurtsey]

Aine's Little Map! —ฅ/ᐠ. ̫ .ᐟ\ฅ —

NSFW are all under the cut with warnings before them! Minors please dni. 

Please do not repost my works / ideas without permission and credits!

Treat Aine to a Kofi (*ฅ́˘ฅ̀*) ♥

✴ Updated:  20 MAY 2023 ✴

☘ Black Clover

❀ Haikyuu

✲ Dr Stone

☾ Jujutsu Kaisen

1700 event

[atomic-rena]

once again more stone in boom au!! :D so for my au i want sonic to convince knuckles that they should start “dating” to try and see if eggman will come out to them once he see that sonic is okay with just the existence of gay people. amy tells them not to do this but they do anyways cuz no one ever listens to her!! 

knuckles being a himbo is now convinced that him and sonic are dating so he takes this very seriously, this leads to sonic having his own bisexual awakening even if he doesn't realize it yet </3 

they do break up later on and knuckles is very relived (i will draw this). 

[berryflyy]

Hello Everyone!

So this is to announce I've decided to do something with my account (finally).

I'll use this account to write about various things which range from reviews (shows books,anime,movies) and simuntaniously write headcanons and scenarios.

So feel free to send in any request you have :D

Make sure to go through the Rules °-°

Please note that for now I would only be taking headcanon requests for the following anime/games

>Diabolik Lovers

> Fairy Tail

> One Piece

As for anime reviews send in any anime/anime character that you would like and I'll write my opinion on it to the best of my ability

Please keep in mind I'm a beginner who definitely has a lot of free time for the next couple of months and I'm learning to be a better person.I have a long way to go so please be patient with me ^-^

[outlawssweetheart]

Part of me wants to write a Scream VI rewrite where the killers are Dr. Stone, Danny, and Ethan (my original theory). I love Murder Family, don't get me wrong, but this scenario eats away at me.  I'd have to still make them family, though, I can't take that away.

What I want in a rewrite is a story that could fit with everything we knew about the characters the movie leading up to the film’s release (trailers, character descriptions, etc). That's my intention for my Scream 5 rewrite... wouldn't really work for Scream 6.

The family wouldn't act unrelated in this version (though I'd have them pretend to be unrelated to Richie, even though they love him because... yikes), Ethan would never hurt Quinn, so there wouldn’t have been any (false) talk of her being a victim (which isn’t to relevant the fanfic anyway); and so, of course, the apartment attack scene would’ve been different because Ethan wouldn’t actually hurt Quinn, and she’s not a part of it in this fic. Etc, etc...

[zaimta]

100 FOLLWERS EVENT!!

i hit 100 followers! and as thanks im holding an event! the rules are simple pick one prompt and one character, if a prompt has been used already it will be crossed off. regular rules still apply and prompts are below!

the event will last for 2 weeks meaning it ends on july 8th.

prompts:

'' i've been wanting to kiss you for a while.''

“i don’t need saving!” “what if i want to save you?” acnologia

“how did you even get up to my window? my room is on the second floor.” “romeo finds a way, juliet.” joker (fire force)

“who DO you like, then?” “why do you think i talk to you so much?” nami

''mind explaining why we're changing the sheets at 2 o'clock in the morning? '' '' there was a spider. '' law

“hey, hey, it’s okay. it was just a bad dream. i’m here.”

“are you jealous? cause it’s really cute.” doflamingo

“you’re so fucking kissable right now.”

“are you like, sexually attracted to danger, or something? because i can’t remember a single time i’ve hung out with you that i haven’t risked my life.” “and i’ve always looked incredible while doing it.” gojo

“you do realize we just got locked in here, right?”

“i really want to kiss you right now.”

“i can’t concentrate with you looking at me like that.” “good.” kid

“i think i love you…”

"I see sleeping beauty has finally graced me with their consciousness."

''friends don't kiss each other that way.''

“would it be a bother to sleep with me tonight? i know how that sounds—i just mean, i feel safer when you’re lying beside me.”

 “i used to feel like my stomach turned when you walked into the room. turns out that wasn’t because the sight of you made me physically sick...” 

“i called in sick—so i’m all yours today.”

"just say it was an accident!" "You kissed me!"

“you want to kiss me, don’t you?” megumi

[c0mbatchameleon]

@jegulus-microfic March 12, prompt: retire, words: 953

Aka optometrist reg au (part 1? maybe) loosely based off of this post

James is having trouble breathing.

The problem is, he can’t quite remember how to do it right now. His brain, rather impressively, emptied of all of its contents the moment the optometrist opened the door.

Right off the bat, the man had been straight to business; swift stride into the room, eyes glued to the clipboard in hand, a curt “hello” and introduction before he sat down and uncapped a pen with his goddamn teeth. James could only stare dumbly, mouth agape as he stumbled over half-sentient responses to the all routine eye exam questions (“See okay with your current prescription?” A black curl falling over the doctor’s otherwise perfectly framed face, cheekbones carved by the sea, like stones.

“Uh huh.”

“Taking any current medications?” Beautiful silver-blade eyes meeting his expectantly.

“Uh-“ James coughing and clearing his throat, “no. No medications.”)

Now, he's at least regained his ability to form sentences. But as James watches the doctor fiddling with machinery, silver rings glinting in harsh, sterile lighting, he is finding immense difficulty in breathing like a normal human being.

“So,” James begins, leaning to rest his elbow on the table and swelling his chest ever-so-slightly. He does his best to smooth out his voice as he speaks, going for casual with just a sprinkling of something sultry. “Dr. Black, did you say it was?” He may not be able to fully function but God help him if he can’t still flirt.

The doctor's eyes flick up for only a split second, but James counts it as a win. “That’s correct.” He maneuvers what looks like an avant-garde torture contraption towards where James is sitting. “Rest your chin on the platform.”

James does as he’s told, holding back from an absurd urge to respond with a Yes, sir. He's definitely not conjuring a medley of alternate scenarios in his head in which Dr. Black orders him around. “And what might your first name be?”

“It might be of no relevance to the matter at hand, Mr. Potter.”

“Call me James, please.”

Regulus sits on the other side of the torture-machine and begins turning dials. “You should see a red X on the right side, James,” he replies flatly. Still, the sound of his name on the man’s tongue is fucking intoxicating. It's echoing around his skull--James James James JamesJamesJames--he wants to hear it a million more times, every minute of every day until his last.

James usually hates these appointments. Hates the big machines he has to stick his face in, blowing air and shining bright lights in his eyes. Hates that stupid picture of the house that they make him look at a million times over while some old man who looks just about ready to retire asks “One or two?”

But Dr. Black is not some old man.

He’s new—James has been coming here for years and has certainly never been graced with the sight of this angel-fallen-to-earth before. He's young, too; despite the way he carries the poise of a man with years of experience under his belt, cool and confident and collected, there’s no way Dr. Black is old enough to be more than a couple years out of school. All sharp edges and smooth skin.

And god, his skin. It looks impossibly soft, stretched over slender hands and freckled cheeks, strong nose and cut jaw. As James runs his eyes hungrily over the landscapes of peach-pale skin--hills and valleys spanning the doctor's face and neck and fingers and knuckles--he considers how easy it would be to reach out and touch it, find out for himself if it's really as smooth as it looks.

“James,” Dr. Black's voice cuts sharp through his fantasy, one brow raised where he's clearly caught James drooling over him. “Please look into the eyepiece.”

It’s not like James can help it. He’s a bit entranced by the way the doctor maintains such a stoic expression, posture rigid and cold eyes unwavering, especially now. It’s all the beauty of a pointed blade, glittering in the sunlight, begging to draw blood.

But James doesn’t miss the light blush now in full bloom across the man’s cheeks. Silver-clad fingers have begun tapping a sporadic pattern on the table as storm cloud eyes sweep down and back up James' face, quick as a flash of lightning, and isn’t that just curious? Suddenly, James wants to know what it would take to get that stone-cold cast to crack.

He shoots back a sly grin. “Sure thing, nameless doctor.” He looks into the contraption. “Oh would you look at that. A red X.”

The doctor lets out a muted sigh. He fidgets some more with the dials and buttons on the other side of the machine as James watches the X shift in and out of focus. He breaks the silence only when it's stretched for just a moment too long. “My name is Regulus. There’s gonna be a bright flash now.”

Immediately, a blinding white light flashes directly into his eye, burning a goddamn hole into his field of vision. He swears he can see the inside of his pupil for a moment.

But James doesn't care. Once the shock subsides, he finds himself grinning ear-to-ear.

Now we're getting somewhere.

He looks back up from the eyepiece to where the doctor, Regulus, is still intently focused on the computer and equipment. Evading James' gaze. Cheeks still pink.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Regulus.”

[junosmindpalace]

Hello! Just a quick comment, I adore your work. It's really great! On that note, may I request a senku ishigami x fem! reader, where they are married in the future modern world (after they rebuilt civilization), and everyone (the media) questions both senku and her about their relationship status as a married couple, since even though they are married, they still look like they're just besties and don't really act like they are married. And some other people (mostly acquainted businesswomen) swoon over senku and start asking the reader if they did that and some other mature and vulgar questions that makes the reader uncomfortable, so she snaps at them, returns home, and she tells senku about it and he comforts her. If it's too detailed, IGNORE!! take care!!

hi anon! thank you for your kind words and for your request! i've had an idea to write something with married Senku for a while now so thank you yet again for indulging me. i hope you’re doing well and taking care of yourself!

warnings: implied nsfw language but nothing descriptive + some slight manga spoilers

wc: 1.8k

Nobody ever expected Senku Ishigami of all people to get married.

What was even more surprising was that he married you- not because you were disliked, but because you were quite the opposite; a genuine person with a kind heart, a curious mind and a passion for learning. With common goals and mindsets, it was easy to befriend Senku, and soon enough, a close friendship between you, Senku, Taiju and Yuzuriha was formed. You had been with the Kingdom of Science from the very beginning, being one of the first people to break free from the stone and proving to be incredibly resourceful. Throughout the Kingdom of Science’s missions, victories and roadblocks, the feelings you and Senku had for each other started to develop into something more than close friendship. 

Your friends could scarcely believe it when the two of you revealed you were dating. There was no loud announcement or big public displays of affection that gave it away, but rather a comment that slipped from you referring to Senku as your boyfriend. They all turned to Senku, looking for confirmation, who simply stared dumbly at them and said, “yeah. Didn’t you know?”. The two of you weren’t the type to make your relationship obvious, but once it was out, your friends were shocked at how they didn’t catch onto the flirting banter, loving gazes and acts of service sooner. 

Time went on, missions continued, and the two of you only grew closer, but never excessive when it came to physical affection. And just as you both never announced your change in relationship status the first time, you didn't announce your change in relationship status when the two of you got engaged, and later, married. One day, when civilization was finally on the road to revival, rings suddenly appeared on your fingers, and it took a surprising amount of time for anyone to notice due to all the busyness. Needless to say, when your friends found out about this progression in your relationship, they were more than happy and more than surprised, more so for Senku than for you. 

When the news eventually leaked to the media, the press went wild. Interviews were constantly attempted to be organized and there was even the occasional ambush out in public. It was irritating not only to you and Senku, but to your family and friends who were also interrogated on the matter. All of you had mostly done a good job to avoid the press, but today, they had caught you particularly off guard on your way to the lab. As soon as you stepped out of your car, a wave of reporters with microphones and notebooks flocked toward you. Flashing lights and overlapping voices overwhelmed your senses instantly. You were getting sick of the constant intrusiveness, so you figured if answering a couple of questions would get the press off your back, then what was the harm?

You smiled and nodded politely at the crowd, deciding to spare a couple of minutes before meeting with Senku and the rest of your science team. “Y/N! Is it true that you and Senku Ishigami are engaged?” You held up your right hand to show off a silver ring with a small, glittering jewel on your finger. Though Senku wasn’t big on tradition, especially considering humanity’s reset, he couldn't deny the warmth that bloomed in his chest when he stared at his own wedding band. “Married, actually. For a month now.” 

“Was a wedding ceremony held?!” another reporter cried out. Senku was weary about it, but your friends and family insisted on a wedding. It was nothing grand, but vows were exchanged, you tossed a flower bouquet into the crowd (and a disappointed Luna caught it with conflicting feelings) and you were surrounded by your loved ones. It wasn't yours or Senku’s style, but you undeniably had a good time. You remembered Senku complaining about Taiju insisting on tradition when the two of you retired to bed that night, and then contradicting himself when he suggested a double wedding between him and Yuzuriha and Senku and yourself, which made you laugh at Senku’s disgust over the idea. “A small one, just with our closest friends and family. Senku was especially skeptical…but we had a good time.”

“Have you two had any intimate time together before or after you got married?” 

You couldn’t tell who had asked this question, but you subconsciously drew your eyebrows together and squinted your eyes, the smile on your face dropping for a brief moment. “Senku and I, along with the rest of our team, have been very busy…the wedding was a nice break from work but we spend plenty of time together in the lab.” You laughed awkwardly, and before anyone else could comment or ask a question, you felt a pair of hands suddenly rest on your shoulders.

“Sorry everyone! Y/N has somewhere to be!” A familiar woman’s voice spoke up from beside you, and you were relieved to see two business women you and your team worked closely with interrupting the impromptu Q&A session. Both you and Senku were well acquainted with the women, and you knew them to be very friendly people.

As the two steered you away from the crowd and into the building, you sighed as the noise from outside grew muffled behind heavy walls and turned to thank your saviors. “Really didn’t expect reporters to be so nosey about a scientist’s private life.”

“You’re working on big things! Any sliver of humanity you two show, they’ll report on.” One of the women chuckled, and you smiled exasperatedly.

“But it does make me wonder…have you and Senku had any? You know? Alone time?” You glanced uncomfortably at the other woman, instinctively inching away from her. “We’ve been busy…as I said to the press.”

“Yeah, but you know! You’re a married couple now! You’ve got to have some action by now, right? What’s he like?” 

You stopped walking alongside the women and shot them a dirty look as they stared at you confused. “Why is it any of your business what my husband and I decide to do in our free time?” The women eyed each other and then looked you up and down. “You don’t need to get so worked up, Y/N! I mean it’s Senku! You of all people should understand why we’d be curious!” 

“It’s none of your concern. Thank you for excusing me from the crowd back there, I now need to be heading upstairs.” And with that, you walked past the business women and toward the lab.  

All day Senku could tell you were in a foul mood, but he could also tell that you weren’t up for sharing what was bugging you. Considering the two of you were at work, he decided it would be inappropriate to ask in front of your team and would wait until everyone clocked out for the night. The two of you were always the last ones to leave the lab anyway. Still, it didn’t stop him from glancing over at you from time to time and observing your behavior throughout the day. 

After a long day of work, you exchanged goodbyes and goodnights with your fellow scientists as they slowly left for the day one by one, until only you and your husband remained working away. There was no more busy chatter and bustling activity at this hour- just pen against paper, the gentle whirring and clicking of machines and an overall sense of ease as you winded down for the day. 

As you were about to suggest consulting with another scientist for your project to Senku, he suddenly spoke up, asking you, “is everything alright?”

You were caught off guard by the question and you looked up from a paper to Senku, who was leaning over a short counter, writing up notes. “You seemed to be irritated by something this morning. Don’t want whatever it is to affect your work.” He lightheartedly teased as he turned to look at you, but his grin slowly faded as he took notice of your tense face.

“Just some weird questions asked about us this morning.” 

Senku eyed you as you turned away from him, hunching over your own set of papers. “Those two business women?” 

You turned toward him again in surprise, seeing Senku with his eyes shut as if he were thinking hard, now leaning against the counter with a hand on his chin, the other supporting his elbow. “Can’t remember their names for the life of me.” He says as if he doesn’t work with them. You rolled your eyes while he opened his and looked down. “They’ve been acting real chummy with me recently.”

You stared surprisingly at him upon this revelation. These exact women have also been badgering Senku?

“Yeah, they’re a real pain. I obviously told them to bug off, but they seem to be pretty persistent. Must’ve gone to you when they realized they hit a dead end with me.” He leaned against the counter and crossed his arms with a frown, but then he turned to you. “We could get rid of them.”

“What?! You want to fire them?!”

“Calm down, I just mean we can get them to leave us alone. Relocate them or something.”

You stared at Senku as though he had grown a second head, and you thought hard until you were startled by his cackle and wicked grin. “I mean it’s not like they’ve been doing their jobs all that well! They’ve been too busy gossiping like school girls to realize how unprofessional they’re behaving; we’d have a valid reason for letting them go!” But he stopped and turned toward you when you suddenly placed a hand on his shoulder. “We don’t…need to get rid of them. You can threaten them or whatever but…all that isn’t necessary.”

Senku turned away from you and chuckled, his voice softening once again, but still holding on to a little bit of firmness. “They made you uncomfortable, Y/N. That’s more than enough reason to do something about them.”

It was occasional instances like these when the passage of time really hit you, when the growth you two have undergone really shines. The teenager you met all those years ago wouldn’t have turned away an ally because they were bothersome to one or two people. Before civilization was running, there was always a potential threat, some great obstacle that required monumental amounts of work and help to overcome. But no matter what, you and Senku had the most absolute faith and trust in one another. There was no challenge you two couldn’t overcome, and that proved true even today, with society back up. Senku is still the same old him- the logical guy who covers up his sentiment by finding a logical reason to justify it. 

“And…there’s no way to fully get the press off our backs...but we could always amp up security, you know?” Senku gave you a sly smile. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck as you stepped forward to hug him, giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek that you hoped conveyed the gratitude you felt for his words.

[themissinghand]

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. 

★・・・・・・★

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.

[narrators-journal]

YAY YOU’RE BACK!!! So Ik I asked for this a while ago as a mistake for halloween….but since your asks are re-open can I ask for Stanley Snyder x fem reader car sex? Thank you if yes but feel free to delete if it’s too much!! 😋

This is no offense to you, I wrote car sex for hxh, and I’ve written Stan a lot (obviously), but I HATED writing this scenario, man. Or, not WRITING it, the smut came pretty easily, but finding the set up was hell. But you've been waiting so nicely to resend this ask, so I had to push through to get SOMETHING out.

I had so many ideas for this one to really shake things up. I originally wanted to make this some flavor of yandere? But I couldn’t figure out a good way to do that with the whole car sex prompt that I liked. I originally wanted this to be monsterverse, but that came with even MORE trouble keeping the car sex prompt in there. Then I had trouble feeling like I captured Stan well, and all around I was just. Very indecisive. Then, y’know, I got sick. Sickness fucked everything up, man.

So! I tried, but I don’t know how I feel about this one. I feel I’ve been skimping a lot on these scenarios, but I just can’t cook up a big ol’ set up for them recently. Regardless! I hope you enjoy it at least a little bit, sorry I took soooo long to write this shit.

CW: car sex, that’s basically it this time. I kept it p simple.

The marines were probably the scariest branch of the military a person could try to get into. Yet, your boyfriend was determined to join. And, after years of research into the cost and cons of the choice, he was probably the most prepared anyone could be for the hardships and trauma of the american military. Which meant, all you could really do was give him a good, american send off to ensure he had enough strength to fight and come back to you.

So, you did your damnest to do just that.

With one hand on the car door, and Stan’s warm hands on your hips, you rocked your body against his. His strong chest pressed to your back, your breasts bouncing slightly, just like you were sure his car slightly bounced in the darkness of where ever you had him park, and his cock buried almost to the hilt within your cunt for you to grind down upon. Each movement aimed to draw out a new grunt or hum from your pale-haired partner, but also aimed to at least slightlystoke the embers sat in your belly.

Moans slipped from your lips freely as Stan’s rough hands squeezed your hips to encourage you while you rode his cock as best you could in the minimal space between your bodies and the steering wheel. “You sure do seem to be enjoying yourself,” Your boyfriend chuckled against your neck, his lipstick’d mouth pulled into a coy grin as you moved your hips to try and get as much friction as possible. Only able to breathe out, “Shut up, S-Stan.” as you moved.

With your back against his well-muscled chest, and such little room in your car, the air was thick with heat and sweat. Worsened with each quick breath either you, or the soon-to-be Marine let out. Yet, at the same time, the confines of the limited space made it hotter. The way the cloth of the car’s upholstery stuck to the back of your thighs, the steering wheel that forced you to keep your hips ground against Stan’s, which in turn forced you to keep his healthy-sized cock buried almost entirely within your drooling cunt. If he hadn’t been on the list to ship off to boot camp soon, you would have allowed yourself to indulge in the whoreish, needy voice in the back of your head that screamed God, ride him like a pony! Milk him dry! Have his god damned babies already!

But, he wason that short list for the military. So, instead of letting that torturous heat that simmered within your belly win, you forced yourself to savor each drag of his length against your walls. Each brush of the head of his cock against such sensitive parts of you, earned a new shudder or sigh from your lips.

However, when Stan gave your neck a nip, your willpower nearly melted like butter under the hellish heat that lapped at your skin while your stomach churned and tightened like a spring. The spark of measured pain almost had you giving in to that feral side of yourself. But, you held out. Instead, you let your hips stall in his lap, the break long enough to allow you to enjoy how his muscles twitched ever so slightly in time with his throbbing length. “Why are you drawing this out so much, darlin’? With how you’re squeezing around me, you’re already close.” Stan hummed, his voice far huskier than it had been before, the rumble of his words felt down to your core while you tried to gather back your restraint. “I don’t want this to just be a rushed highschool hook up, Stanley. I want to...enjoy you before you get shipped off out of reach.” You panted back, able to feel his laugh against your back before he continued with a more amused, but still gruff, tone, “I’m a bit offended you assume I can only go once in a night, darlin’~”

[slut4stansny]

Hey, can I ask a scenario where Stanley comes home from a mission and escalates to NSFW with the reader? Thanks!

This one is SUPPPPER NSFW. So definitely beware

Warnings: dirty talk, mentioning of masturbation, fingering, missionary, riding (whole shebang if you know what I mean)

Stanley Snyder Comes Home

When your friend Xeno Wingfield had invited you out to dinner, you didn’t question his motive. You had been long time friends and were in his bridal party when he got married to his husband, what could be suspicious about old friends catching up?

The restaurant of choice was tranquil and nice, with a spectacular view of the lake in your city, and an almost elegant-as Xeno had put it, view of the antique landscapes that surrounded your dwelling. Dinner was and the conversation that followed was comfortable and left an almost nostalgic atmosphere. You hadn’t seen your fiancé, Stanley, in almost an entire year. You often found yourself resentful of his duty as a military officer, only because the time he spent away from home was honestly making you lovesick.

Xeno carried the conversation with talk of his gizmos and gadgets that NASA was kind enough to fuel his fascination of world dominance with. You added to his incessant ramblings with a few “uh huh’s” and slight chuckles, but you honestly had no idea what he was talking about. Though, you were used to it. It’d been that way since you were kids. The only difference, however, was that you weren’t able to share your confusion about Xeno’s ambitions with a certain blonde marine.

As your mind clouded into a haze of trying to process what scientific knowledge Xeno was throwing up into the air, you felt a firm, yet somehow familiar tap on your shoulder. As you turned your head, tears immediately pricked the sides of your eyes as you saw who had wanted your attention.

Standing next to the table in his suit worn by other military officers, decorated with the parachutist badge on his left breast pocket, was none other than your fiancé himself.

It was a matter of seconds before you were in his arms, holding him tightly and mumbling incoherent “I missed you so much” as you sobbed happy tears into his shoulder. He tilted your chin up towards his face and gave you that cocky grin that had you in love with him since you were teens. He kissed you sweetly on the lips before hugging you tightly again, as if trying to remember your touch and smell.

Xeno watched with a knowing smile- he had planned this little arrangement with Stanley long before his deployment was scheduled to end. After you had your reunion, Xeno was quick to hug his best friend, accompanied by some tears. The rest of the night carried on as normal, the three of you finally in each others company again. Small touches and glances of what could only be described as intimate and longing is what Stanley relayed to you mentally.

As soon as dinner with Xeno concluded, and you were left to go home to your shared apartment, was when that rising tension finally broke.

Unlocking the door to your cozy flat, Stanley kicked off his boots and set his bags down before immediately grabbing your waist and showering your face and neck in kisses.

“You have no idea how much I missed you.” He murmured in between kisses. His hunger for you eventually reached your lips, gripping your ass tightly and pressing you flush against him as his tongue prodded against your bottom lip. Heavy breaths soon turned into dirty whispers in your ear and he sucked and bit along your neck, carefully herding you toward your shared bedroom.

He lays you back onto the plush mattress, pressing his groin in between your legs as he trapped you underneath him. “I touched myself so much just thinking about you y/n.” He mumbles. “I was going crazy without you.”

He dove into your lips again, this time slipping his tongue expertly into your mouth while simultaneously unbuttoning his uniform. Your hands snuck their way under his shirt, feeling the hills and valleys of his defined chest and abs. Your face burnt red hot with passion, your mind now stringing along thoughts of lust as your hands roamed deeper down his body, finding purchase on the buckle of his belt. He stops kissing you and grins.

“Eager, are we?” He whispers mischievously while rubbing himself against your thigh. He’s clearly hard, that much is easy to tell.

You had gone so long without him inside of you, filling every aspect of your gaping hole that your fingers and numerous toys could ever hope to mimic. You knew you missed him. But you missed his dick even more.

His kisses to your neck are sparing as he slowly removes your shirt to reveal your chest, biting and licking down the area, earning desperate mewls from you.

“Stan….please….” You moan out. You’d been without him long enough, why wait any longer?

Seems as though he has the same idea, because as soon as he hears your pretty little beg, he drops the rest of his clothing in a head on the floor, his cock bouncing up to his torso, already glistening with pre. You take no time in smearing his mess across his tip and moving your fingers delicately across his aching cock. He’s yearned for you, and you can tell from the way he lewdly moans, mouth hung open wide, face flushed and wanting, rutting his hips into your hand like a dog in heat.

He eventually takes you by the waist, your squeal of shock turning him on even more as he guides you to sit on top of him.

He spits on his fingers, gliding them down to your entrance and slipping them inside you without warning. Your eyes roll back as he pumps you expertly, pulling breathy moans and gasps out of your mouth as you feel your first orgasm beginning to crest beneath you.

Once he deems your prepped enough, Stanley grabs the fat of your hips and lowers you onto his throbbing cock, the feeling almost instantly pushing you over the edge. With a loud moan, you sink into him and lean your head over his, jostling your hips roughly against his girth as he pounds into you.

“Fuck Y/n….” He moans quietly, the sound of wet skin against skin accompanied by sensual moans bouncing off the walls of your bedroom. He pushes you further down onto him, his tip now striking that spot inside of you that has your head spinning, toes curling, and mouth babbling for him to go faster. He makes no refusal to your request, and slams his hips into you like a man possessed.

“Gonna cum for me, baby? After all this time away I need to see that sexy expression of yours when you do.” He grins and plants sloppy kisses along your collarbones as you struggle to keep your composure on top of him. He bounces you effortlessly on his cock, continuously hitting your G-spot as you chase your high.

He’s close too.

Breathing heavily and eliciting sexual moans as you clamp around him. With a few more thrusts, your orgasm rises powerfully through you, a feeling you hadn’t been able to give yourself in too long a time. Stanley cums soon after, with a quiet whimper and a simple throwback of his head as he fills you with his seed. He continues to milk out as much of himself as he possibly can, enjoying the view of your fucked out expression due to the overstimulation.

He looks down as he pulls out, satisfied with the small suction of noise created by his cum as he removes himself from you. He watches proudly as his cum oozes out of your entrance, and looks back up at you as you try to catch your breath. He kisses you softly and grabs his shirt from the floor to clean you up, before taking you gently in his arms and kissing you to sleep.