#Dr stone senku

[beepbeepbeeoo]

with you

[dissushka]

[0-foffy-0]

⟡ ݁₊ .Blueberries♡

+Extra - Senku jealous

[stone2stars]

Wow. Astounding deduction. I was actually referring to the rest of the list.

Try to keep up.

I don’t remember if I’ve talked about this buuut

Senku likes ass

Gen likes hips

Ukyo likes boobs

Ryusui likes everything, but likes ass slightly more than everything else

Chrome likes boobs

Tsukasa likes abdomens(bellies, abs, plush or thin, 6 pack, he does not care)

Hyoga likes necks, heads, and hair. (For reasons that are not safe for work)

Xeno likes legs(thighs included)

Stan likes ass

I will elaborate further if prompted to

[contrast-chan]

comes back after months with sengen

[stone2stars]

Let’s reverse it! What’s kissing Gen like?

Tch. Haven’t kissed him.

But hypothetically?

Expect calculated chaos. Glossy lips, faint lavender from whatever bizarre herbal thing he drank that morning, and teeth— Not biting, just the threat of it.

He doesn’t move fast. He lets you lean in. He wants you to think it was your idea.

But the second you’re in range, it’s over.

He’ll smile against your mouth like he knows something you don’t (because he does), and then it’s theory with tongue. He’s testing how much control he can steal without you noticing, until you’re breathing heavier and he’s still barely touching you.

Probably says something smug the second you pull away. Something infuriating.

Something you’ll remember at 2 AM.

But again, just a hypothesis.

[theelegantmentalist]

What is kissing Senku like?

Well… I wouldn’t know. Especially not from experience, no, not technically. But if I did I would assume this is how kissing Senku-chan would be like…

It would start with pressure. Not gentle. Not sweet. His hands, always steady, always knowing, would find my waist and press me back with that unshakable confidence, like he’s anchoring me in place before I even have the chance to slip away. He wouldn’t ask for permission he’d take it. Because that’s who he is. Senku doesn’t entertain doubt.

And then he’d kiss me.His lips are warm and dry, always dry, because he never takes care of himself the way he should but there’s a trembling tension beneath them. Like he’s been holding back thoughts, wants, need, for far too long, and suddenly the dam cracks. He tastes like lab smoke and sleepless nights, like salt and heat and something metallic. It shouldn't be intoxicating but it is. Not because it’s sweet. Senku isn’t sweet. It’s because it’s honest. Raw. Like the first breath after drowning. And the way he kisses me…fuck.

It’s not elegant. It’s not rehearsed. It’s messy in the most deliberate, devastating way. He kisses like he’s solving something like every flick of my tongue, every sound I make, is another part of an equation he’s desperate to understand. And when he finds the rhythm that makes me fall apart when my breath stutters, when my fingers clutch at that wild hair and I give in?

He grins. That sharp, cocky little smirk that tells me I’m his now, and I’m exactly where he wants me.

He doesn’t let me regain control. Doesn’t give me space to retreat behind charm or wit. He guides me down strong hands on my waist, my shoulders, everywhere until I’m on my back, gasping, open. The floor is cold. He is not.

His body covers mine, and suddenly I am pinned not just physically, but mentally, emotionally. Like he’s crushing every barrier I built between us with just the weight of his presence.

And then his lips leave mine, dragging down my jaw, my throat, my collar. He doesn’t just kiss he claims. He bites. He marks. I feel the imprint of his mouth like a brand, and I arch into him without thinking, chasing the burn. My voice betrays me. Soft at first, then ragged. Needful. My name, broken in a whisper, would fall from my lips, ‘Senku-Chan’

His hands slide down to my hips, tightening as he settles between my legs like he belongs there. His grip bruises, possessive, firm. There is no room for hesitation. Only him. Only now. And when he thrusts into me slow, deep, all dominance and restraint clashing in one perfect movement I shatter.

My back arches, breath catches, and any illusion I had of control is obliterated. I’m unraveling beneath him, my mind white-hot and blank as he takes me apart with merciless precision. Every movement is purposeful. Every sound I make is met with a shift of his hips, a press of his mouth, a low, satisfied growl against my skin.

He doesn’t ask. He doesn’t beg. He demands with his body, with his grip, with every inch of him buried inside me.

And I give it. Everything. All of me.

Because when Senku chooses to feel and I mean really feel he does it like he does everything else.Completely. Relentlessly. Brilliantly.

But of course… I wouldn’t know.

Not really.

[i-bakkhos]

[ravna-resta]

If Xeno had chose the simpler method of describing Senku to Stan.

[tetsaii]

My cursed friend’s takeaway after we watched Senku’s and Xeno’s flashbacks in s4 ep7

[ap0llx]

RYUSUI VS SENKUU

[leenosbreadndough]

No but like seriously, why they look like that ?

[dissushka]

[ambdlc03]

Senku having an existential crisis after sending Gen abroad as a diplomat xddd

[iriyaices]

I love this scene so much you have no idea.

Look at my boy. He's so excited. I wanna pinch his cheeks.

[wallyb0t]

fell in love with this anime can someone throw me out to space