Heyy I Love Your Oc And Id Like To Know Her Abilities? Like Can She Shoot Like Stanley? Cause In The

omg hi!!! i saw you take requests so…if you’re comfortable and willing too, could you pretty please write a smutty fic about stanxeno in a throuple with the reader? thank you sm! love your writing!

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StanXeno x fem!Reader

CW: mild smut, language, sexting (i did not go into as much detail as I could have for the sake of getting this done in a decent amount of time)

The cold breeze nipped at your bare arms as you leaned against the balcony railing of your apartment. The city was awash with light, chasing away the heavy darkness of the late night hours, the sounds of the people and cars below making it seem just a little less lonely. 

If you cared to check your watch for the seventh time, you’d see that it was passing 1am. If you cared to check your phone for the fifteenth time, you’d see the confirmation text of another late night, your love apologizing for not being able to make it on time again. 

You were used to this, honestly. Between one lover being a NASA scientist, and the other being a Special Forces soldier, you ended up home alone more often than not. It wasn’t that you didn’t understand, their jobs were both incredibly demanding and required their full attention; but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. 

Being outside, you don’t hear the front door of your apartment open and close, nor do you hear the kicking off of heavy boots and padding of socked feet searching for you. It’s not until a soft tapping on the glass behind you sounds in your ears that you even realize someone was there at all. 

It makes you jump, whirling around with a gasp and a curse, your body immediately relaxing when you recognize the man leaning against the doorway of the balcony with his arms crossed, his uniform jacket long abandoned inside, leaving him in just his pants and an undershirt. 

“Jesus, Stan!” You huff, pressing a hand to your chest. “Way to scare the life out of me!” 

“My bad, baby,” He hums. He uncrosses his arms and lifts one, signaling for you to take the handful of steps towards him and sink into his arms. 

He reeks of smoke and gunpowder and travel, but he’s as real and warm as when he left several weeks ago. You just lean on his chest, letting his arm drape around you, holding you against him lazily for a long, quiet moment. 

“Where’s Xee?” He asks, after a while. 

“Work, I think. I texted him like two hours ago, dunno if he’s gotten back to me or not. I left my phone inside,” You mumble unhappily. Stanley lets out a hum that mirrors your annoyance, his arm tightening around you in a much firmer hug. 

“Guess we just gotta celebrate my comin’ home early without ‘im,” He says, heat in his tone. You huff out a laugh, shaking your head and looking up at him. 

“It’s late,” You say.

“And?” 

You laugh again, deciding that he makes a fair enough argument. 

“Kiss me.” 

“Yes ma’am.” 

You missed his lips against yours, the way his hands roam without restriction. For a man who seemed so distant to others, he was always so touchy with you and Xeno. 

You wish you’d known he was coming home, you could have pulled out that lacy little number that drove him crazy, instead of your current sweatpants and sweater combo. Not that it seemed to matter to him at all, since he was hellbent on taking it all off of you anyway. 

He drags you inside, letting go only long enough to slam and lock the balcony door before he’s back on you, pressing kiss after kiss into your lips. His arms wrap around you, lifting you with the kind of ease that only comes from experience, and he carries you back through the apartment and into the bedroom, where he dumps you unceremoniously onto the bed. His impatience shows in the way he pins you, clothes going whichever direction he tosses them.

Quick, desperate sex was normal for Stanley after his deployments, regardless of whether they’re a few days or a few months, and you had absolutely no qualms with that. It showed that he’d missed you just as much, that he was just as miserable without you as you were without him and Xeno. 

So when he works you up until you’re an absolute mess and then stops, you think maybe he’s lost his mind a little bit. 

“Don’t move,” He says, kissing you hard before sliding off the bed and vanishing into the hall. You wait in frustrated confusion, your whole body vibrating with need, for him to come back and finish what he started. 

He returns in a flash, your own cellphone in his hands. He says nothing as he climbs back over you, situating himself between your legs, one of his wicked smirks growing over his face at the way you squirm and whine, aching for more. 

“Xee’s on his way home,” He says, voice thick with mischief. “How ‘bout we send him a picture? Show him how fuckin’ pretty our girl is when she’s like this so he knows what he’s missin’.” 

A giggle bursts out of you, your head nodding wildly. This was definitely a first, but you were into it. You can imagine Xeno’s expression when he opens the text Stanley is sending him via your phone. The picture of you, bare and desperate, would have his face flushed, and there was no doubt that he’d, as Stanley would put it, get his ass in gear, and speed home to you.

The message is sent with a soft whoosh, the phone is tossed onto the side table, and Stanley wastes no more time in getting what he wants. 

Time becomes meaningless when he’s making love to you like this, every touch making the desperate race to pleasure hotter and more intense. 

Unlike when Stanley arrived, you hear very clearly when Xeno slams the front door open, the sound of his racing footsteps loud against the floor as he races down the hall and into the bedroom. Stanley sits up, keeping himself seated inside you, and looks over his shoulder with that same smirk from earlier.

“Look who’s finally home,” He hums. “We thought you’d never make it.” 

Xeno laughs, sounding mildly delirious as he stares with wide eyes at the two of you.

“If I’d known it was going to be such a party, I would have made myself more available,” He says, slinking into the room. Stanley simply hums in reply. 

“Xee~” You reach a hand out to your other lover weakly. “C’mere.” 

“Shall I, my love?” 

“Better make it quick, we’re almost done,” Stanley shifts, sending a shudder and a whine through you in order to make his point clear. 

Xeno chuckles again, eyes dark and filled with want. 

“Very well, if you insist.”

Senku with a totally unhinged partner

Thats it that's the post

All of the requests from yesterday/this morning should be finished and posted here soon!!

I have so much fun doing this stuff seriously I love it

Hi Hi hi!!!

I'm sorry but I CANNOT STOP READING WHATEVER THOUGHTS YOU HAVE ABOUT SENKU!!! I'd love to hear more about ur oc and Senku together 🥹🥹 <33

(but ofc- it's up to you if you wanna share lmao. I love your fic on ao3 too!! Thank you for reading this!)

AAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

I have so many thoughts about these two I genuinely don't know where to start.

Pre-Stone World, Odie lived in a pretty bad place, and had very little in the way of a support network.

The one person you'd think would help her ran off as soon as he possibly could, so she had to deal with the brunt of it alone.

She is 100% Stan's biggest hater and it's his own fault

But then she gets assigned this little pen pal project in the Japanese class she's taking because her school just happens to offer it, and ends up picking Senku as her partner by chance (his class sent the first 'hello' letters.)

He doesn't give her much to work with, just a name and a generally polite greeting.

So that's all she sends back. Her name, and a generally polite greeting.

And that makes Senku curious. All the other kids in his class got long, drawn-out letters, so why didn't he? What was different about her?

They vibe together shockingly well, once they start actually communicating.

Once phone numbers are swapped, it's almost non-stop

He's a certified yapper and she's a listener, and he takes full advantage of that.

She has sat through several multi-hour science lectures without complaint. You think Yuzuruha and Taiju are strong willed? They've got nothing on this depressed American teenager.

Has, on more than one occasion, purposefully texted him a hyper-specific science question out of nowhere while he was in school just to see if he'll answer it

(He does. He texts her the most quick and dirty explanation, then goes into details about it on the phone later that night.)

She also skips school and pretends to be sick a lot, and Senku will always answer a text from her (unless he's in REM sleep, but he'll always reply to her as soon as he's up)

It doesn't matter that Japan is 16 hours ahead of the United States, if they're both awake, they're probably talking

Things like this are pretty common.

Senku is the one to bring up the idea of doing video calls with their computers instead of just regular phone calls.

She bullies the hell out of him and honestly he kinda likes it (not like that I swear)

He likes that she makes jabs at him, but isn't trying to actually hurt him

And he'll shoot it right back at her, so it was totally fair

I, too, am a certified yapper and I love these two so much I am so excited to have them have their reunion in my fic. A tiny spoiler, it doesn't go well.

I cannot stress enough the happiness I feel when a rp blog uses my posts for something because I used to do stuff like that a long time ago and it feels so nice getting to see it still happen in real time 😭

Hi! I'm the anon that requested a while ago the Xeno/Stanley/jewel maker asexual. Loved the story you made for it, thank you so much ♡

If you feel like writing, my request would be Xeno and/or Stanley spending time with their gn!reader romantic partner, who's spending time in party or somewhere where there's a lot people. For a moment they get separated and then they find them being kissed and being far too close to someone.

Despite the smile and laugh reader does, the person is total stranger for them and trying to keep the stranger rather talking than kissing them. The reader is feeling very overwhelmed and silently pleading someone to get them out of the situation because they are afraid ro tell no and leaving is hard from the tight hug the stranger has them in and they don't want to resolve in violence.

After the intervention the reader would very much want to be more close to Xeno/&Stan and have more familiar closenes and affection after that unpleasant attention.

This request could be a follow up for the previous story but this can also be entirely it's own thing. I just wish to read Xeno and/or Stanley being protective over their romantic ace partner and soothe them calm with hugs and soft kisses ;w;

Am I happy with how this turned out? No not totally. However, I got it done and that's a good thing right?

Potential content warning for harassment

The car was silent. 

There were no words spoken, no music playing through the speakers, nothing. Just pure and tense silence. No one knew what to say, where to even start, or if they should have a discussion at all. It hadn’t been your fault, that much all three of you knew. But even still. Stanley did just beat someone near to death in front of so many people.  

The party had been going so well. You’d been having fun being out with the two of them, drinking and just being merry. But then you’d gotten separated, and someone had taken advantage of that. He’d pulled you aside, clung to you, and even kissed you without your permission. You’d tried to be calm and casual, tried to laugh off his actions as something done because he was totally inebriated. But no matter how hard you’d tried, he hadn’t wanted to let you go. 

You’d made eye contact with Stanley, who had been looking for you, from across the room. He’d seen the building panic in your expression and snapped, rushing to your aid and putting the other man practically through the wall. It was easy to forget how viciously protective he could be sometimes.

A long sigh breaks the silence that had been sitting between you all for the past several minutes. 

“Before you start-” Stanley speaks first, but gets cut off.

“Just what were you thinking?” Xeno asks. “There were better ways to handle that situation.” 

“Heat of the moment,” Stanley says, earning himself another long, frustrated sigh. Xeno hadn’t seen what happened, but he’d been made aware of it.

“Regardless, you should have known better,” Xeno says. 

“Yeah, I got it. I won’t do it again.” 

You stay quiet in the back seat, just staring out the window until the car parks at your apartment, and the three of you head inside. 

You get Stanley an ice pack for his bruising knuckles, moving around your shared space to keep yourself busy. You didn’t want to think about what had happened, or what could have happened, if someone hadn’t stepped in. Sure, it could have been handled non-violently, but at least you were safe. 

Stanley’s voice calling your name startles you a little. He was sitting on the couch, one arm thrown over the back of it while the other rested on one of your throw pillows. 

“C’mere,” He says, waving you over. You shuffle to his side, plopping down next to him when he pats the cushion next to him. He wraps the arm that was once on the back of the couch around you, and pulls you close. “You okay?” 

You hesitate to answer the question for a moment. Were you okay? The man from the party hadn’t harmed you in any way. At least, not physically. You weren’t bruised or even had a single red mark from where he’d been grabbing at you. All you really suffered was the unwanted kissing and invitations to “take this upstairs.” 

“I don’t know,” You admit softly. “I didn’t know what to do the whole time I just…” 

“It’s alright,” He presses a soft kiss into your hair. Featherlight, like he’s worried he’ll break you. 

“Thank you,” You murmur. 

“Anytime,” He says. You curl into his side, feeling safer than you had all night. Stanley was always good at helping you to feel secure. Another body drops on your other side, Xeno scooting close as well. 

Sandwiched between them, something new builds in your chest. The numbness that had been there before was fading into realization. You’d been scared. So scared. And now that you were home and safe and with the two people you loved most, your relief was flooding out of you. Tears form in your eyes, and though you try to will them away, they still fall down your cheeks. 

Xeno shushes you gently, Stanley hugs you closer. Neither of them tell you not to cry. 

“You know what I think?” Xeno asks. “I think we should get cleaned up, and get into bed.” Stanley nods in agreement, shifting so that he can stand. You’re pulled to your feet as well, and marched towards the bathroom. 

They don’t shower with you, mindful of the boundaries you’d placed at the beginning of your relationship, but once you’re done they tuck you in bed first with some snacks and a bottle of water before going and cleaning up and changing as well. 

While you wait, you think more about tonight, wondering if there was more you could have done. If you’d been more firm, maybe he would have left you alone. Maybe he wouldn’t have tried to force himself on you.

It wasn’t your fault. You had to remind yourself of that. You hadn’t asked for him to bother you, and you’d tried to direct him away when he started getting too friendly. The situation wasn’t on you, it was solely on him. 

Your loves join you in bed finally, each laying on opposite sides of you like always. They liked sleeping together like this with you, liked just getting to be close. It had taken some time for you to get comfortable with it, but now you weren’t sure you could sleep alone unless you absolutely had to. They never asked for more than what you offered. 

They let you pick whatever you want to watch on the little bedroom television, and the three of you just veg out together for a while. Stanley holds your hand in his bruised one, running his fingers lightly across your palm. Occasionally, Xeno presses a featherlight kiss to your shoulder or head. It’s soft, quiet affection that they give. Whispers of promises that no matter what, they were always there. Always by your side. Always willing to step in when you were scared.

so do u only do x reader or generally dr stone stuff? because if its generally could i get like, platonic senkasa fluff or angst or hurt/comfort? or just like affection? anything tbh XD

SenKasa is such a vibe tbh.

Cause like, here's the thing.

Tsukasa is one of those people that I firmly believe would have ended up at Senku's side, even if the world hadn't turned to stone (Gen also sits on this list, but that's a different post).

Think of how well they fit together almost immediately. How they match each other's wavelength from the moment Tsukasa wakes up, and how even after Tsukasa believes Senku is dead, he still carries the weight of their relationship. Of what could have been, had Senku just looked the other way.

Whether romantic or platonic, they were made for each other.

Anyway, now that I've rambled about that, have whatever this is as a little treat:

Platonic SenKasa

Tsukasa trusts Senku without question.

Sure, there are some things that he'll raise an eyebrow at, but in the end, if Senku says it, Tsukasa is rolling with it

This goes both ways

Senku will look to Tsukasa for his thoughts on a lot of things before going to anyone else.

Because Tsukasa will listen.

He will sit and let Senku talk until he works out the solution to whatever the problem was

Senku trusts Tsukasa with his life almost more than he does Taiju, and that's because he knows that if he needs someone to fight for him, Tsukasa will do it without hesitation.

They could almost be considered soulmates, if either of them believed in things like that

They aren't very physically affectionate with each other

Their platonic affection typically comes in the form of words and deeds

Tsukasa will often carry Senku on his back when he exhausts himself while scolding him for overexerting himself

Senku just rolls his eyes, and reminds Tsukasa that he also goes too far sometimes

Tsukasa is the person who gets the side-eye from Senku when someone says something objectively stupid/hilarious but no one is allowed to laugh (we all have had those moments you know what I'm talking about)

On nights when Senku can't sleep, Tsukasa is there.

"Late night, huh?" "Yeah." Neither of them speak for a moment. "Do you wanna talk about it?" "What, are you my therapist or something?" "No, just a friend." Senku huffs out a laugh. "You ever just want to go home?" Tsukasa thinks about the question for a while, taking his time to consider what Senku is actually asking him. "If I went home, I wouldn't get to spend time with so many great people," Tsukasa says. "I'm blessed to be here with you, Senku." "Gross, you sound like you're in love with me." Now Tsukasa laughs.

Not me reading an old My Hero Academia fic I wrote in 2020 and realizing that I wrote an extremely similar fic for Call of Duty in 2022.

Damn. Am I unoriginal, or do I just have a type?

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Heyy if that's okay could i request Gen crushing on Senku's sibling? But unlike Senku who's obsessed with science they are a huge history nerd/historian? And they love to randomly infodump with the weirdest, crudest, freakiest history "fun" facts they know lol, them and Senku are menaces togheter lol

I will try my best! I cannot claim to be big on history, myself, so I had to do research and hope for the best.

Gen x Reader

Gen liked you. 

He wasn’t so proud as to not admit that to himself. You were Senku’s wild-eyed sibling who had a head filled with history on so many different places and peoples, it never failed to amaze him what you did and didn’t know. What also amazed him, was how much of that history was gruesome murders and bathroom habits. It weirded the others out just as much as Senku’s long-winded science lectures exhausted and confused them. 

But there was something in the way you spoke, the way you would get more and more excited about what you were talking about. While Senku tended to stay pretty relaxed when lecturing, you’d start talking with your hands, words coming faster every third sentence until you were nearly unintelligible. It could get a little concerning when you and Senku shared tangents together, though. You fed off each other’s energy, and could keep going just between the two of you for hours if not stopped. 

But Gen liked to listen. Mostly to you, of course, as he found your miniature lectures far more interesting and easy to follow than Senku’s science courses. He also liked the way your face lit up when someone asked for more information on whatever topic you were talking about, liked how your eyes seemed to glitter and your smile grew wider. It made his heart leap in his chest, his stomach twisting in anxious knots.

“What are you thinking about, my dear?” Gen’s voice startles you a bit. You blink out of your reverie, looking at him as he slides to the empty spot next to you. 

“The moon,” You say, turning back to look up at the great glowing mass beyond the stars. 

“Because that’s where we’re hoping to go?” 

“Mmhm. Well, sort of. I was lowkey wondering if Buzz Aldrin’s piss was still floating around up there.”

Gen chokes on his own spit at your mumbled words. 

“And…why would that be?” He’s a little scared to ask. 

“The part of his suit that collected urine busted, so he ended up peeing himself while he was up there,” You say with a shrug, as if it’s the most basic knowledge in the world. 

“I would think it floated away a long time ago,” Gen says. You give another little shrug, shifting to lean into his side a little. You liked to do that while you were thinking, though he’d noted recently that you only did it to him. 

“Maybe. But how funny would it be if our stone world astronauts got a face full of it while they were looking for Why-Man?” You snort and laugh, the sound of it so purely infectious that he can’t help chuckling along with you. 

“You certainly know all kinds of things,” Gen says, his gaze on you warm. 

“I was bored at school a lot.”

“Tell me something else,” He says, his heart trying to jump from his chest when one of those smiles brightens your face. 

“Medieval Europeans used to put animals on trial,” You said. “The little criminals had lawyers and everything.” 

“What would be the point of that, exactly?” 

“To maintain peace and order.” 

“Ah…of course.” 

You giggle at his skepticism. 

“Here’s one Senku likes,” You say. “Scientists weren’t always called scientists.” 

“Right, they were alchemists, I believe.”

“Oooh,” You lean a little more on him, the heat of your body making his face flush. “So close, Gen. Alchemists were sort of like ancient magicians. Scientists were actually called natural philosophers, sometimes savants. The word Scientist itself wasn’t coined until the 1830’s.” 

You stand back up straight, turning to face him, and Gen knows he’s in for more. 

“It was created by William Whewell. He was a historian. The word is supposed to pay homage to the word artist, which honestly makes perfect sense to me. Science is an art. Oh! Speaking of the 19th century, did you know that they used to do full on seances in the white house?”

“No, I didn’t,” He’s pretty sure he’d read that somewhere, but you looked so excited, he couldn’t bring himself to stop you. 

“Yeah! So, when President Lincoln’s son died in…” You pause, searching your mind for the correct date before moving on. “1862, if memory serves, his wife totally lost her gourd and hired people to come in and try to contact the dead. Which is totally bogus, by the way. If ghosts existed, they’d be made of purely energy, so I’m not sure they would actually be able to speak in the way we think.” 

“Is that so?” He’s leaning on the railing of the ship now, head tilted in a way that he hopes tells you he’s interested, rather than calculating. 

“Mmhm! Oh! Speaking of ghosts-” 

Your name is called, Senku waving at you from the doorway leading down into the lower floors of the Perseus. 

“Hey, quit flirting with the mentalist and come here, will ya?” Senku calls, sounding bored and a little disgusted. 

“M’kay,” You call back, leaving Gen reeling a bit over the small fact that you hadn’t corrected Senku when you’d been accused of flirting with him. 

You turn and start towards Senku, who lets you move past him down the stairs, pausing before following. 

“By the way, mentalist,” Senku calls. “If you’re gonna make a move, just make it already. I’m tired of watching you two dance around each other.” 

Gen lets out a chuckle, feeling rather embarrassed. Of course if anyone had noticed his growing feelings for you, it would be Senku. 

“I have no idea what you mean, dear Senku,” Gen says, lifting his eyes to look at the moon. He hears Senku scoff, but the scientist says nothing else.