#if you see it spelled senku or senkuu just ignore it 🫶🏾

[mci-writing]

Currently vibing inside a dryer, ass out. it's times like these where I wish Senku could get me out😳👉🏽👈🏽 or something👀

As hot as this concept can be, anytime I think of this my cleithrophobia starts acting up and all I could think about was reader being trapped in the dryer. So, here’s some crack in response:

Tw: slight ooc Senkuu, slight adult themes near the end, very very crack fic vibes, there is ass slapping, depiction of cleithrophobia but reader isn’t like full blown huge reaction, just a bit of worrying (they a little too calm tbh), attempted to keep it gender neutral but there may be some accidental gendered language and I apologize for that, no beta at all whoops

Dryer Ass (Ishigami Senkuu x Reader):

"How did you even manage to get stuck in there like that?" You can feel the teasing in Senkuu's tone as he stands over the dryer. It managed to both reassure you and stress you out, a small part of you hoping he’d be kind enough to end your suffering sooner rather than later. The circular interior of the dryer was cramped enough as is, but it seemed to only get smaller the longer you remained trapped in there.

"J-Just get me out of here! You can judge my poor life choices later" Your breathing had remained pretty maintained before you finally caved and called Senkuu to help you out. Sure, your ass was hanging out and your back was uncomfortably arched with the position you were in (only because you attempted to escape on your own prior and couldn't get anything past your backside out without scraping your skin enough to bleed), but that flew over your head when your worry was more focused on getting out. You really should’ve just gone head first so you wouldn’t be reminded of the small area surrounding your body, but it’s too late to worry about the ‘should’ve’ now...

You begin wiggling your body again in an attempt to push yourself out of the hole, yet you only manage the upper half of your thighs before the rigid inner parts of the circular entrance painfully scrape your skin and draw a small yelp from your throat. Senkuu sighs through his nose after the failed attempt, his hands carefully gripping your thighs and slowly guiding them out of the hole better.

“(Y/n), I'm going to get you out. Just trust me,” He reassures, his thumbs softly rubbing over your skin before he pulls them out some more. With enough coaxing, he’s able to get your legs out with little to no further harm to your skin. He’s gentle towards the few bruises you do have from the endeavor, carefully counting them for later note.

It’s almost unbelievable how easily he manages to get your lower body out. Then again, you literally watched him achieve impossible things in a high school science lab. You’d call him magic if he weren’t so insistent on showing the science process.

“Thanks, leek boy, I appreciate it,” You happily state as you push your upper body from the appliance.

Just as your head passes the entrance, back slightly arched so you don’t scrape your upper body, a hand gives your ass a firm smack and causes the fat to obscenely react with a jiggle. The owner of the chuckle that follows the movement isn’t shy in hiding his amusement, his hands moving to softly grip your hips and help you maneuver out of the dryer like he didn’t just happily slap your ass. His tone is coy with a hint of playfulness tugging at it, “Keep backing up, dragon fruit. I gotcha covered~”

Your face warms as you finally remove yourself from your predicament, your lower area bumping into his crotch a few times throughout the process. If anyone had walked in at the wrong moment, it could’ve looked like something else entirely. Even now, the looks on your faces could imply the two of you were up to something a little less wholesome than Senkuu freeing you from a dryer.

“I’m getting my lick back,” You state as the two of you move away from the accursed dryer and to a more safe area. You puff your chest out a little, a confident air to you as your arm hooks with his own.

“As if you’d get the chance,” He responds testingly, a look settling in his crimson eyes as the right side of his lip curls upwards.

….

“We should probably put a sign up about the dryer being broken…”

“…Yeah…”

[mci-writing]

Tw: Spoilers for the last few chapters of Dr Stone

The science lab is quiet as you step through the halls. It’s so quiet, the clicks of your shoes echo through the halls, calling back to you in mantra as you make your way further and further into the lab. The lights have all been shut off for the most part, a single room brightly lit at the very end of the hall drawing you closer and closer.

It’s practically midnight, everyone else already retiring to their homes for the night until the dawn ascends the horizon again.

Except Ishigami Senku, who is tirelessly working on calculations for the science team’s latest big project, a time machine…

It’s almost admirable how many late nights you’ve trekked your way down to the depths of the lab to drag him away for his own health. But it’s also really sad that this is one of his worst habits that remained through pre and post petrification.

You hold back a knowing snicker once you find him hard at work on the machine, talking back and forth with the Medusa. It’s the exact same sight you’d been met with many times prior since the science hall was finally fully up and running.

“Aren’t you supposed to be home by now, leek boy?” You speak up, slowly making your way over to him.

He tenses up a bit at the sound of your voice, only relaxing once you stand beside him. You feel the release of his muscles under your palm as you rest it on his back, a small smirk forming on his lips. He writes a few things down, turning his attention mostly back to his work, “Got held up by a few calculations is all. I’ll be out in a bit- (Y/n)!”

Your arms wrap themselves around his waist, tugging him back against your chest. The motion causes him to drop his pen as he holds his arms out to steady himself. You’re more than sure there’s a grimace on his face as he attempts to flounder out of your hold. He manages to grab hold of the table in front of him, the Medusa chittering out laughs at the two of you. Crimson eyes send a glare it’s way, but the device turns it’s face the other way, “Gen sent me here!”

“That damn mentalist,” He scolds, managing to wiggle out of your hold. He takes a glance over at the Time Machine before taking his clipboard back into his hold. He looks back over the calculations, adjusting them as he sees fit, “I even faked leaving so he wouldn’t know I was still here. Heh, guess I gotta be a little sneakier than that next time.”

“Come home with me for the night like you promised!” You insist, tugging on his waist as you bury your face into his neck. You feel the metal of your necklace press into your skin, the promise at the end of it a little heavier as you continue to speak, “I know the project the science team is working on means a lot to you, but you spend so much time in here… We’re always having to drag you out…”

Senku straightens a bit at that, glancing back at you. He turns in your hold a bit, chuckling a bit when your forehead hits his chest, “I’d say that’s what makes it fun, no?”

You give his arm a small smack at that, an appreciative smile forming at the small ‘Ow’ he releases. Your head tilts up, your (e/c) eyes look into his crimson ones disapprovingly.

“I mean…” You sigh, letting him go as you step back a bit. Your fingers move to fiddle with the jewelry on your neck, thumb and index finger tugging and twisting on the ring at the end. It’s a bit of a habit you picked up since receiving it, messing around with it when you’re bored or nervous, “Taiju and Yuzuriha had two weddings so you guys could come and you still didn’t quite make it… I’m just a little worried you’re missing out on time with all of us by working on your ticket to the past…” You feel your cheeks go warm as the cool accessory feels even more present, “And we promised each other…”

“Yeah, alright,” You jump as you hear the clipboard hit the table, your eyes looking up in time to catch him shrugging his lab coat off. The ends of his lip are curled upwards as he sets the clothing on the rack. He glances back at you expectantly from the doorway, his small smile growing into a grin, “Let’s get going. It’s already late, (Y/n).”

He doesn’t protest when you happily grip his arm and tug him the rest of the way out of the facility, nor does he fight it when your hand finds his. He laces your fingers together, neither commenting when he happens to kiss your hand or his lips linger on your own.