#doctor stone x reader

[umikawa]

Reunions

a/n: old tgm draft that I never finished… haha!! recycling!!!! ٩( ᐛ )و

stanley snyder x gn! reader | cliffhanger??, minuscule angst (not really any tbh), flirty!! small intimate scene, just touchy feely stuff as per usual, cursing?? Mutual feelings!! I love dialogue (*´ω`*)

“Well, I’ll be damned.” At the smooth southern voice, a smile creeps up to your lips. He’s here. His words are laced with love and surprise, with a distant memory hanging over his heart. “If it ain’t my favorite scientist.”

“Hi, Stanley.” With a smile, his arms wrap around your shoulders tightly, like he’s afraid to lose you now that he’s got you again. “Don’t go making Xeno all jealous.” The latter laughs sarcastically at your light tease and hugs you after Stanley reluctantly lets you go.

After the warm greeting, Xeno excuses himself to linger around the tables, leaving the two of you to talk near the open field. Stanley’s standing a few steps before you, looking at you like he’s trying to pinpoint any changes after three years.

“You look good.” Is what he says after staring at you for a few minutes. There’s no smirk on his face, only the slightest smile, with a small sigh that leaves his lips, almost like he’s sad you look good. “Missed you like hell.”

There’s a slight tug at your heart at his words, three years without a word from him, only hearing it secondhand from Xeno or other crewmates in passing. “Believe me when I tell you, Stanley. I missed you a hell of a lot more.” Your voice goes out near the end, and you swallow to rid yourself of the burning feeling at the back of your throat that starts.

“I got your letters,” he says, and that breaks your heart. Knowing he got all of them and never bothered with a reply. “I couldn’t–” he choked on his words, bringing a hand to cup his mouth. “I couldn’t bring myself to write you back, and I’m sorry.”

“I wasn’t gonna keep it up, but I guess the thought of you thinking I didn’t care anymore kept me going.” He nods quickly, almost like he’s trying not to cry, and maybe he is, but he’s not the type to let you know. “Got a little scared when Xeno told me you’d be here if I’m being honest.”

“Yeah?” He laughs, shaky and breathless. Relief washes over him when you shift the conversation's tone—he was not in the mood to get even the slightest bit sad. “Am I that scary?”

You tilt your head to the side, amusement creeping onto your face. “You? Scary? Honey, you’re the sweetest guy I know.” His eyes widened at your words, gaze averting to the crowd around him, hoping no one witnessed his flustered reaction– so much for being scary.

Stanley lifts his head, a smirk coming onto his face after he collects himself— you knew he was just saving face. “Guess you’re just used to me. Anyone else would’ve agreed.”

You take a step towards him, and Stanley nearly falters. He feels your hand sliding up his arm, and he can’t tear his eyes away from yours–it’s suffocating. He stills his breathing, which was running ragged the second your hand was on him. He pays attention to where your hand goes, brushing over the epaulets of his uniform, jokingly tugging at his collar, and brushing over his jaw.

“What are you doin’?” He asks, craning his neck when your fingers begin tapping against his skin. “I’m not ticklish—” his words get caught in his throat the second your fingers reach below his collar and poke above his collarbone.

Stanley whines.

His hands clasp over his mouth, and a look of pure shock and disgust with himself takes over his face. “What the fuck.”

You laugh, taking your hands off of him, relishing in the lingering warmth dancing under his skin. “You’re cute.”

He scoffs, shaking his head while he fixes his collar, an unamused look replacing his disgust. “You’re not funny, genuinely.”

A shrug is his response. Stanley’s not satisfied with that.

He steps closer to you, dangerously close. Chest pressed against yours, a firm hand sliding around your waist– face at a suffocating distance. “Hm? What’s this?” His hand trails up your back, tracing the slight curve. “That’s a cute reaction.”

“At least I’m not vocal.” You say, placing a hand on his arm to keep him in place. “Wonder what other noises you make.”

He scoffs, practically snatching his hands off of you. “You’re a freak.”

“Says the one feeling me up in an open field, in front of people no less!” You laugh at his annoyed face, but you know it’s nothing but fake, an attempt to make you feel bad.

It’s funny how easy it was to ignore the problems between you two—from acknowledging the hesitation and purposeful divergence to blatantly flirting and displaying underlying feelings.

You wanted Stanley to open up to you, but you knew that’d never happen. Not in this life, probably not even in the next.

A flick to your forehead takes you out of your thoughts, and your eyes snap to him with an irritated look. “What’re you thinking about?” His voice is soft and gentle—it catches you off guard.

“Nothing.” He frowns at your deflection, but as bad as it sounded, Stanley was used to it. “Let’s go back to Xeno; it should be starting soon.” Stanley lets you walk in front first, trailing behind you once you look back at him.

Stanley wished you opened up to him.

He sits beside Xeno, muttering about how suspicious this entire meeting is—how out of place he feels. But he bears it. He sits, inputs when he feels it is right, and listens. He takes in the information, stopping Xeno from going on an ever-long tangent about experimenting, and listens.

His eyes drift over to you; you’d left after he’d sat down, trudging over to Luna, who excitedly yelled for you. You’re sitting beside her, listening to her talk animatedly about god knows what, with a smile on your face— content, peaceful.

Then she stops, eyes wide— panicked. He follows her line of sight, looking at the green light expanding over the horizon. He stands from his seat, hoisting Xeno up and pushing him towards the ground, splaying a guided hand to his shoulder.

He glances at you, brows furrowing at the sight of you still standing after he’d shouted the order to stay low and behind cover, and he sees your face.

Astonishment. Disbelief. Excitement.

Of course that was your reaction; it was a new scientific discovery after all. He turns back to Xeno, watching his friend turn to stone right in front of him; you scientists always scare him.

Well, he’s sure you’ll dedicate your time to figuring it out when you wake up.

a/n: there WILL be a part 2 ٩( 'ω' )و I just gotta finish writing it lol

[myluckymoon]

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And If You Think I’m In Love With You

Senku x Reader

Summary: You heard a rather interesting rumor. A rumor that when you confront Senku, has him analyzing his interactions with you.  

WC: 1369

A/N: This fic was inspired by the song. Enamorado Tuyo by El Cuarteto de Nos. The lyrics are a bit contradicting so it can get confusing! But it conveys the message of being in denial of love! Downplaying feelings. I incoporated some lyrics of the song into the fic :)

“I heard an interesting theory today,” Your voice, briefly pulling Senku’s attention away from a research article.

“Theory?” He pushed back against his chair and turned to look at you, his brow raised in a questioning manner. Looking at you over his shoulder, you laid sprawled on his bed as you messed with a rubix cube.

“Theory…. rumor, same thing.” You reasoned, drawing out your words and shrugging your shoulders. Senku rolled his eyes, not entirely amused you broke his concentration for something he would consider trivial.

“They are not the same. Theories are explanations for phenomenon, made through logical reasoning and thinking.” Senku explained, his back to you once again, “Rumors can be true or false, made up…usually not backed by logical reasoning.”

“Whatever Dr. Know-it-all” you mumbled under your breath. By now you’re sitting on the edge of his bed, you glance at Senku’s form. You hesitate. Wondering if now a good time is to challenge the dynamics between the two of you. You almost regretted bringing up what you’ve heard.

“Well, I usually don’t pay attention to rumors,” you said quietly, yet Senku still heard you. Even snickering at your words and you responded with a playful glare. “But this one got my attention,” you walked to where Senku was sitting and placed your hands on his shoulders. He leaned into your touch and closed his eyes. You leaned over his shoulder and whispered into his ear, teasingly, “I heard you have feelings for me…”

Senku’s eyes jolted open. His relaxed demeanor now stiffened under your touch. A light blush graces his face, burning the tips of ears. “Where the hell did that crazy ass rumor come from!?”

“The grape vine…” you pulled back.

“And how did this grapevine come to this theory?” he asked. Curious as to know what others saw between the two of you. Is there something that he is missing?

“Oh man where to begin!” you exclaimed dramatically, launching yourself onto his bed once again. “They gave so many examples! For starters your lock screen…. they said your clingy…” you snickered. You continue to state a few other reasons, and for every reason Senku began to analyze. Deep in thought, your voice began to fade, not catching your own question at the end.

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“Pleaseeeee Senkuuuuu!” you whined as you dragged him closer to the telescope. “Look at the lighting, it’s perfect! Just one photo please!”

“One photo.” Senku sighed. You let out a gasp, letting go of his arm and quickly ran to the front of the large telescope.  Senku snickered at your excitement, pulling out his phone, getting ready to take the one photo.

“Do I look okay?” you asked, looking over yourselves. Senku walked closer to you, eyeing you up and down.

“You have something right there…” he muttered as he pointed at your shirt, you looked down just to have his finger flick your chin. “Kidding….” He cackled as you pouted that you had fallen for one of his lame tricks.

“Stop messing around, you said I only get one photo”, you swatted his arm to get him to stop laughing. Senku moved further back, positioning his camera.

“3…2…1.”

He took the picture and examined it. You were standing in front of the large telescope, the ceiling of the observatory showcased the night sky, the moonlight landing on you. He had to agree, the lighting was good. The way the moonlight hit your figure, you were practically glowing. You looked like a goddess… angel…He didn’t hear you approaching, too mesmerized by the photo he had taken of you. He didn’t have time to stop you from swiping his phone.  

“Hey!”

“Relax, I just wanted to see how good I look.” He watched as you zoomed in and out of the screen, and then you were clicking buttons. “And BAM! Now you have me as your lockscreen. Just don’t go around and telling people that we’re dating.” You snickered as you handed him back his phone. You begin to walk away from him, going to the next spot in your exploration of the observatory. Leaving Senku to check his lockscreen and sure enough, your face was smiling back at him.

Not like it means anything he reasons with himself

I almost rarely see your photo on my phone

Even though the photo was his lockscreen, it’s not like he pays much attention to the photo. It’s not like he examines your photo every time he unlocks his phone. Maybe for like 5 seconds, rarely does he examine it for more than 10 seconds. It’s not like every time he checks for the time, he’s smiling back at your smile. It’s not his fault your smile is contagious.  Weeks after the photo was taken, when confronted why he hasn’t changed it, “I only keep your photo on my phone because I don’t have the time to delete it. Too many buttons to click…”

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Clingy?  It’s not like I’m desperate to have you by my side…

 All the time you keep him company while Byakuya is away, all the hours you spend with him huddled in his room. In Senku’s mind, sure he’s the one that invites you, even luring you with food and sweets, but you’re the one that accepts his invitation. You’re the one that clings to him.

Once again, you found yourself helping Senku with his research paper. Lured in with the promise of some chocolates. You sat at one end of his desk, reviewing his work, scanning for any grammatical errors, sipping coffee as you do so. Senku on the other hand is yet again planning another experiment. A loud yawn escaped you, catching Senku’s attention.

“Tired?” Senku commented. You glanced at the time on your phone, you stretched your arms, purposely invading into Senku’s area.

“How can I not be? You’re overworking me! Not to mention you forgot my chocolates.” You complained, you closed your laptop as you began to collect your stuff. “Anyways, it’s late. I got to get going…” you looked out his window, the sun had set a long time ago.

“Stay the night. It’s too late for you to be out anyways…” Senku got up from his seat and stood beside you, acknowledging the night sky.  

“Why not walk me home?” you asked, already knowing his answer.

“Too much work…There should be an extra toothbrush in the restroom” Senku rubbed at the back of neck, thinking of what else you might need for the night. “Do you need pajamas?”  

“If I knew better, I would think you wanted me to stay…” you teased, slightly leaning into his shoulder. Senku laughed at your comment.

“Ohhh sureee yeah,” Senku sarcastically agreed, “Part of my plan to get you into bed.”

“Perv”

And when I am, desperate to have you by my side…

Even though he had no plans to share a bed with you, that’s how the night ended. You lay beside him, wearing his old clothes. Your back pressed against him. He did a lot of explaining when Byakuya arrived home to surprise him, surprised to see Senku sleeping with you, his arms embracing your form.

…That doesn’t mean it has a deeper meaning…

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Senku wasn’t sure how long he was analyzing these reasons. He wasn’t sure why he was analyzing them like it was something he was supposed to rationalize, something he was supposed to counter. Clearly this was a rumor. Something made up. Something that both of you two shouldn’t acknowledge. If you’ve given him a day, he could write out all the reasons why this theory can be disproved, but you didn’t. You spoke again, trying to get his attention. You repeated your question. The same question that was lost to Senku’s ear when he began to get lost in thought.

“So, do you?” you ask again. Waiting in silence for what felt like eternity. Watching as the gears turn in Senku’s head. Dying to know if the rumors are just rumors. If there’s truth to what’ve heard. You watched him, your eyes almost pleading.  “Do you have feelings for me…”

And if you think I’m in love with you, please don’t make a fuss

“It’s just a rumor…”

 I think…

[randomgoosegame]

Wanna Play A Game?

Request - Can you do a senku x fem reader where they are playing strip poker and it ends in sex

Warnings/disclaimers - smut, strip poker, unprotected sex, slight bitting

You lay on the ground in the laboratory bored out of your mind as Senku was experimenting with some new supplies. You sigh and roll to your back looking up at Senku on the other side of the lab.

"Senku, I'm bored come take a break." You crawled towards him with a pout.

"I'm working, why not join me?" Senku smiled patting you on the head.

"But Senku you know I'll just mess up more than help." You laughed.

"Hmm, I guess I can take a break for a little while."

"Really!" Senku nods and sat on the floor near you.

"How about we play a game?" Senku grinned at you and pulled out some cards. You raised a curious brow at him and smiled.

"Oh? And what kind of game were you thinking?"

"Poker, but with a twist. Every time you lose... you have to take some clothing off." You blushed and your mouth gaped open like a fish.

"Senku you horny man!" You gasped. Senku shrugged with a sly smile.

"Well do you wanna play or are you chicken?"

"I'll play! I'm no chicken, unlike you Senku." You shot back with a smile. Senku shuffled the cards and passed the correct number of cards to you. You picked up your cards and looked over them at Senku.

You both placed the cards down at the same time. You came out with the higher number.

"Haha! I won." You boasted, making Senku chuckle.

"If you wanted me out of my clothes you could have said so." Senku teased. You blushed and turned your head away from him. Senku chuckled and took off one of his leather shoes.

You two had played a few more rounds before you had to take anything major off. The first main thing you chose to strip was your skirt since it already showed off most of your legs.

Senkus's eyes lingered on your legs as you neatly folded your skirt. Senku cleared his throat and place new cards in order. You blushed and kneel back in front of him.

You picked up your cards and flipped them at the same time with Senku. This one he had lost. Your stomach did flips as Senku slowly began removing his overcoat exposing his torso. Senku tossed the clothing to the side without care.

You lost another game and took your top off, exposing your clothed breasts to him. Senkus tongue darted out to wet his lips. Your eyes followed the muscle and grew hot under the sexual tension in the air.

"Wanna go another round?" Senku asked leaning back on his arms. You nodded and reached for the cards. Senku raised his hand and brushed it along your cheek, pushing your hair from your face. You blushed and looked up at Senku from your lashes.

Senku hummed and held your jaw with his thumb and forefinger. He swiped his thumb across your lip and pulled it down a little bit. You stuck your tongue out and gave his thumb a few kitten licks. You were pleased to hear his breath hitch in his throat.

You smiled and sucked Senkus thumb into your mouth. Senkus lips parted in shock as he felt you swirl your tongue around his thumb, giving it a hard suck before pulling back with a quiet pop.

"Now, how about that game?" You sat back on your calves and picked up the cards leaving a stunned Senku. Senku chuckled slightly and scratched the back of his neck before grabbing the cards that you laid out for him. You both flipped your cards down and your belly tightened with excitement even though you lost.

"Looks like I won," Senku replied smoothly. You laughed nervously and slowly reached behind your back to undo your bra. Senku grabbed your wrist and pulled you to his chest.

"Here, let me get that for you." He whispered in your ear before latching onto your earlobe with his teeth. Senku's hands snaked around your torso and expertly unhooked your bra and let it fall to the floor. Your pudgy chest rubbed against Senku's hard one and you bit your lip to keep in a moan.

"There you go, sweetheart." Senku breathed out and squeezed your sides. You squeaked and slapped his hands away. Senku smirked and watched as you pulled away from him and covered your chest.

"That's not how the game works," Senku said sternly and pulled your arms away from your chest. Your face flushed as his eyes racked over your breasts.

"Just breathtaking." Senku breathed out and licked his lips as he drank in your naked form. You squirmed under his gaze while your face heated up.

"Senku-" You started but were cut off by his lips pressing to your own. You gasped in surprise but kissed him back with equal force. Senku groaned softly as your hands snaked into his hair and tugged lightly on the strands. His hands slowly started to explore your body, squeezing at your sides and pulling you onto his lap.

By the time you both broke the kiss, you were both breathing heavily. Senku nibbled at your bottom lip before trailing his lips down your neck and across your collar bones. You moaned softly as Senku latched onto your left nipple and one of his hands found its way to the other.

Your hands pull Senku further into your chest as you moan out. Senku grinned against your fleshy mounds as he pulled, licked, and sucked at each nipple, satisfied with the soft mewls and pants coming from you.

"Senku please!" You gasped and ground your barley-clothed sex against his thigh. Senku pulled back from your chest just enough to watch you work yourself up on his thigh. Senku groaned as he felt the dampness of your underwear grow and spread on his leg.

You moaned out as Senku flexed his thigh and helped you grind harder against him. You latched your lips to his neck trying to suppress the moans that spilled from your lips. You nibbled and sucked on Senkus's neck leaving a variety of marks in your wake.

Senku tangled his long fingers in your hair and lightly pulled you away from his neck. You whined softly and pouted looking up at him. Senku chuckled and pushed you to lay on the floor. He crawled over the top of you and pressed you into the hard floor with his body.

"Mmm, so pretty. Is this all for me?" Senku asked as his hands ran along your thighs and ghosted over your underwear. You nodded swiftly and bit your lip not trusting your voice.

"Gotta use that sweet voice of yours baby or I'm not gonna touch you." Senku threatened with a smile and slowly pulled his hands back and away from your body.

"Y-yes Senku! It's all for you!" You rushed out and tried to pull him closer by his shoulders. Senku smiled wickedly and pushed on the damp spot of your underwear. Your hips buck involuntarily and you let out a quiet whimper.

Senku bit his lip as he rubbed your clit through your panties. You moaned out and attempted to pull Senku in for another kiss but was pushed down again, this time by his hips as he ground into your heat. You shuttered as Senku dived back into your breasts, nipping and grazing his teeth on each one.

"Senku please I need more, I need you." You whined and bucked your hips into his erection to emphasize your need. Senku groaned and pulled away from your chest. He hooked his fingers into the hem of your underwear and pulled them down your legs.

"Always so needy huh?" Senku grinned. You huffed and turned your head away from him to hide your growing blush. Senku swiftly pushed a finger into your tight walls making you cry out at the sudden intrusion.

"Damn your so wet." He hissed and pushed another finger into you. You moaned out loudly as Senku moved his fingers in and out of your tightness. Senkus eyes stayed trained on your face watching the way your eyes squeezed shut as his fingers drive deeper with each thrust, hitting all the right spots.

A third finger joined the assault on your sex, drawing more high-pitched whimpers and moans out of you. Senku groaned as he watched your eyes roll in the back of your head and your walls clamped tighter on his digits. Your thighs shook as you came, crying out Senkus's name loudly. Your nails dug into his forearm as you grabbed it trying to ground yourself to him.

Senku's fingers slid out of your still quivering walls making you whine softly at the loss of fullness. Senku chuckled and cleaned his fingers off you.

You watched him with half-lidded eyes as he moved up your body leaving small kisses up to your lips. You hummed and wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

Senkus body pressed into yours and he hissed softly as his member rubbed up against your thigh. One of your hands buried into Senku's hair as the other drifted down his sides and then grasped him through his briefs. Senku moaned into your mouth and his hips twitched forward into your palm.

You continued to press and rub over his cock while tugging on Senku's hair. Senkus head fell to your neck where he panted and groaned. You whimpered as Senku bit down onto the juncture of your neck and grabbed your wrist stopping its movement on his member.

"C'mon Senku, I wanna make you feel good." You breathed into his ear before gently nibbling on the shell of it. Senku moaned and kissed your wrist before grabbing your other in the same hand and placing them above your head. Your bottom lip jutted out into a pout as Senku pulled away from you.

"In due time sweetheart." Senku looked down at you with blown pupils and a small smile. Senku's free hand ran down your side like he was trying to remember each freckle, mark, and scar that was placed there.

You smiled as he kissed your cheek and pulled off the last article of clothing he had on. Senku sighed softly and jerked himself a few times before grazing your clit with the tip of his cock. Your back arched into his chest as he pressed on your clit a few times.

"Senku..." You whined out his name and wiggled your hips for more friction. Senku shook his head softly and slipped himself through your folds and into your entrance. Your combined moans filled the air as he sunk deeper into you, almost to the hilt.

Senku sighed softly and placed his head on your chest. Your legs delicately wrapped around his waist and you shifted to guide him as deep as he could go. Senku pressed a kiss in the valley of your breasts and pulled back a bit only to thrust his hips back into yours harshly.

You moaned and called out Senku's name each time he filled you. Senkus hands dropped down to your hips freeing your hands. You hummed in gratitude and winded your fingers through his hair pulling him into your chest as your back arched.

Senku groaned loudly and wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you closer. Senku thrust widely into you, he aimed blindly for the spots that make you moan the loudest and squeeze him the tightest.

Your whole body felt like it was gonna combust at any moment as Senku moaned and grunted in your ear. Senku hiked your leg up his hip more allowing him to thrust deeper into you. Senkus teeth sunk shallowly into your neck making you moan out louder due to the mix of pain and pleasure.

"S-senku! I'm gonna-" You were cut off by a loud moan that ripped through your throat. Senku let out a breathy chuckle and nodded slowly.

"Me too sweetheart, me too." Senku huffed and started to swiftly rub at your clit. Your hips bucked up into Senku's matching his thrusts and driving him impossibly deeper. Senku shuttered and let out a throaty moan feeling your walls spasm and constrict around him.

"Let go baby c'mon cum with me please." Senkus voice faded out into a whine as his hips stuttered and he came inside you. You moan and cry out as Senku's hot cum triggers your climax.

Senku laid on top of you, caging you in his hold. You wrapped your arms around him and kissed his sweat-soaked forehead. Senku slipped out of you making you whine at the feeling of emptiness. He raised his head from your chest and you brushed his hair back out of his face.

"Wanna play another game?" Senku asked with a smile.

[isu-desu]

"Don't you want me?"

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[lazypanartist]

Having some more Stobotnik + child thoughts. Thanks, fandom!!

Also how should I tag this stuff? X child reader feels a bit wrong, but is technically correct? I've seen x platonic. Idk. Currently tagging with x child reader & simply "Stobotnik child", so follow that for more thoughts ig. Anyways.

Robotnik *can* cook, but he's a busy man. And Stone likes having you in the kitchen as a helper + taste tester.

Very experimental; even tho Ivo's very particular, he wants you to have a broad pallet.

Sometimes, Robotnik bakes. Pastries, even, because it's about precision. And he likes showing off. Also likes having you taste test, even if it's just for his ego. (And maybe he likes knowing he can make you happy idk)

Stone would 100% be a house husband if he wasn't contracted as a personal assistant. Man is 100% DEVOTED to Robotnik, and you by proxy. He doesn't mind cleaning, cooking, taking care of y'all, as long as he can stay close.

Meanwhile, Robotnik would be a house husband just so he could stay in the garage and invent. IF he wasn't already so devoted to fieldwork.

Neither is great with bedtime stories, but they both try. Stone wants you to have a normal-ish childhood, and Robotnik wants what's best for you. They review anything before they buy it, so it ends up being, like

Stone - "This one looks cute! Talking animals, life lessons."

Robotnik, flipping through it - "Childhood language development comes from hearing a wide, complex vocabulary. This is.. quite lacking."

Stone - "It says 'for beginner readers."

Robotnik - "Fine. We'll need something more complex just to read to them."

They can spend legit HOURS looking for something they both approve of. Not because anything's inappropriate, or because they disagree.

Robotnik's taking those parenting books and mommy blogs to HEART when it comes to your education.

Stone is there to ensure everything is still fun.

All I have for now. If y'all have requests lmk!!

[l0viia]

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐊𝐔 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖! 𝟏𝟖+

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𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑘𝑢 ➪ Didn’t initially plan on getting physical with anybody until he met you.

𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑘𝑢 ➪ Always stared at you every-time you started talking even if he wasn’t apart of the conversation.

𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑘𝑢 ➪ He never had any problems ignoring those hormonal feelings of his before you showed up and started making him ‘act up’. He started becoming distracted and would find himself dozing off n thinking of you while he was trying to focus in his lab.

𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑘𝑢 ➪ Definitely starts to masturbate more as his un-pure thoughts of you continue to circulate in his head.

𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑘𝑢 ➪ He came up with 50 different scenarios (like a lunatic) and chose which one was most likely to happen. He basically theorized how he was going to get to finally have you.

𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑘𝑢 ➪ He totally wasn’t expecting to find out the feelings he had for you were mutual and although he was stunned at first he played it off quickly.

𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑘𝑢 ➪ Extremely good at using his hands. It’s no big surprise that he knows the female anatomy extremely well. (science rizz)

𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑘𝑢 ➪ He loves watching as he thrusts his fingers into you while curling them against your g-spot as your face twists in pleasure and moans slips passed your mouth.

𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑘𝑢 ➪ His favorite position is most likely missionary.

𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑘𝑢 ➪ Watching you cum is extremely addicting to him and he quickly realized the raging overstimulation kink you gave him.

𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑘𝑢 ➪ Will ask you if it feels good while your legs are shaking uncontrollably and tears are running down your face.

𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑘𝑢 ➪ Will pull you onto his face when he’s bored because eating you out is his favorite pass time. He also loves looking up at you as you grip his hair while grinding down onto his face.

𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑘𝑢 ➪ He’s loud. It’s almost embarrassing to you when you guys are fucking in a semi public area and he’s talking about how good your pussy feels around him.

𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑘𝑢 ➪ Is absolutely in love with your body. Constant praises about how beautiful you are will continuously fall from his mouth even when you guys are just hanging out.

𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑘𝑢 ➪ Likes that you’re mean and dismissive to a lot of people except for him. He loves knowing how much you love and crave him.

𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑘𝑢 ➪ Totally has a yandre-ish side when it comes to you. I mean, you did take his virginity after all.

𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑘𝑢 ➪ Gets jealous easily. He always used his jealousy as an excuse to fuck you where you guys might get caught just so that person knows you’re his.

𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑘𝑢 ➪ Has a massive marking kink. He thinks the reddish/ purplish mark that 𝒉𝒆 left is incredibly sexy.

𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑘𝑢 ➪ Likes to go as many rounds as he can before he knows you both are about to pass out.

𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑘𝑢 ➪ Will overstimulate himself along with you because he says the way your pussy sucks on him so good it’s like it’s begging for him to stay in you.

𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑘𝑢 ➪ This man likes to cum a lot, and he’ll do it anywhere he wants. He likes watching it paint your skin along with how it drips out of your Pussy.

𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑘𝑢 ➪ Makes you tell him how good he fucks you. Won’t stop pleasing you until you’re mumbling incoherent phrases like a baby.

𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑘𝑢 ➪ Mirror sex is something he adores as he loves being able to see you become a mess from every angle.

𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑘𝑢 ➪ Makes you wear jewelry that he buys you that symbolizes you belonging to him. Like a thin necklace or a ring with the letter S on it. In return he has your initials carved into his lab goggles and he embroiders them on the bottom of his lab coat as-well.

𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑘𝑢 ➪ Loves it when you send him semi nudes. Especially ones where you’re in a shirt with no pants and telling him how much you miss him. (This one is a modern AU one)

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[selfaware-drstone]

When it began -

who knew that watching an anime would lead to something more

It began when you started watching doctor stone

At first nothing happened

Until around episode 3 when a certain someone (bet you can't guess who) had seen a star in the sky

A star that theyhad never seen before. And somehow always shines

No one else noticed besides them at first, which he thought was kinda strange, but then again they hadn't known of modern technology nor science.

Instead of pointing it out, they decided to investigate, though there was little they could do. But like always they will find a way

Then was the realization, that they weren't real, nor did they have full control of their body

One by one others noticed

At first anger and fury

They were beyond pissed that this “Star” was watching them like a Show.

But it faded once they noticed that the “Star” had emotions and feelings.

They realized that this Star was not a threat to them, it was like them.

So they began to plan. To break free of their prison and go to where the star is.

[enaelyork]

Pls pls pls pls. I really love Stobotnik, but i neeeed Robotnik X reader or Agent Stone x reader fanfic. Send me yours, make me dream. I need it.

[obsessed2fics]

~ Doctor's Plan ~

Agent Stone x (f) reader

Part five {the masterlist}

Warnings: none

Word count: 16.2k

* 1 night ago *

Stone was so busy getting the cafe ready for the next day that he hadn't even noticed his phone ringing for minutes. The phone hung up after a few rings and then voicemail kicked in. That's what caught Stone's attention.

His phone automatically started playing the voicemail left by the caller.

"Agent Stone. This is Commander Walters. I want to inform you about a few issues. Come to the address I left you tomorrow night."

When the voicemail ended, Stone had a confused expression on his face. Why was Walters calling him? Was it about to the botniks he had taken back? But there was no way he could know that he was behind this. The only way to find out what it was all about was to go to that address tomorrow night.

Stone was very formally prepared that evening; a classy suit that he hadn't worn in a long time. He had all sorts of scenarios in mind, but he managed to put them all aside in a professional manner.

After looking in all the rooms, he finally found Y/N. She was sitting in the living room, seemingly absorbed in the book in her hands while stroking Sylvester's fur on her lap.

Stone cleared his throat slightly as he entered the room so as not to scare her. Y/N looked up from her book and looked at Stone with hidden surprise, who looked so classy and attractive. She didn't remember seeing this suit before. It must be new or for a special occasion.

"Uh, can I take your car?" asked Stone without waiting any longer.

"For what?" Y/N asked in response, her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she asked the question.

"I have a meeting out of town. I don't wanna be late." he explained shortly.

Y/N was curious but didn't think much of it. It was obvious that it was a special occasion. "Okay... It's inside the bowl on the coat rack."

"Thanks! I'll tell you the details when I'm back." he said and took the car keys from where they were.

Y/N shrugged. "You don't have to."

However, Stone felt otherwise and decided to tell her about the meeting when he returned. After putting on his shoes and coat, he was ready to walk out the door.

"Uh, one more thing, please don't open the door to anyone."

Y/N rolled her eyes exaggeratedly. "I'm not a child."

Stone's expression was as serious as his voice. He had to take every precaution he could to make sure his mind wasn't left behind. "I'm not joking. I'm serious." he explained.

Y/N realized that he was genuinely worried about her safety. Again. But she made a joke of it to show that he had nothing to worry about. "Okay, mom!"

"Ha-ha! Too funny!" he said with a fake laugh. There was no need to worry unnecessarily, Y/N could take care of herself just fine. He let out a loud, deep breath. "Anyways, take care!"

"Drive safe! I don't want even a little scratch on my car." Y/N warned. Deep down they both felt that her car wasn't the reason for this warning.

"Roger." he said, and he saluted and closed the door behind him, a faint smile on his face.

When he arrived at the mentioned address, there were still 30 minutes left until the meeting time. This place reminded him of where he used to work. It had the same gloom.

The moment he entered GUN's new but temporary control center, several agents around him looked at him and started whispering things to each other. He hadn't been in this kind of environment much since he left to work with Doctor Robotnik. He passed through security and entered the meeting room where another agent directed him. Commander Walters was sitting in the chair at the head of the table.

"Here you are, Agent Stone!" he said and showed him a place to sit with one hand.

"Good evening, sir." Stone said formally and sat down in the seat indicated to him.

"Are you hungry?"

"No, sir."

"Oh, well. You must be wondering why I called you here."

"Yes, sir."

Walters leaned his elbows on the table, clasped his hands together, and began to speak. "You know, Robotnik has been gone a while... And I couldn't turn a blind eye to let a skilled agent like you mourn that maniac's death and ruin your life."

He opened his hands and raised them as if to show the place. "As you may have noticed, this is a new organization with old roots. So, in short, an agent like you could be very useful to us."

Stone waited silently for him to finish before speaking. He had no intention of going back to being a field agent or joining GUN. Also, unlike Walters or the rest of the world, he didn't think Robotnik was dead. He didn't want to think about it or accept it.

However, he decided to put all that aside and come up with an excuse that would work.

"First of all, thank you, sir. But I have no plans to devote my life to being an agent again."

"Why not?" Walters asked.

"Because... There's someone I've been living with for a while. I can't risk her." he explained. What he said had to sound as convincing as possible. And besides, it couldn’t be considered a lie, he couldn’t risk Y/N’s safety by going back to being an agent.

Just as Stone wanted, Walters believed he was in a serious relationship. After all, after working for Robotnik for a long time, it wasn't surprising that he chose to build a normal life for himself. Considering this, he decided to give him some time.

"Well... But I suggest you think about it for a while. Don't make a decision right away."

"Understood, sir." said Stone. He rose from his chair and gave Walters a formal salute before leaving the meeting room.

It was nearly midnight when he left the building. After getting in the car and driving away, he decided to pull over and rest for a while before reaching the highway. It wouldn't be good for him to drive when he was tired, sleepy, and had millions of thoughts in his head.

Picking up his phone, he thought about texting Y/N, but decided not. She must've been asleep long ago. Leaning the seat back, he laid down and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath before falling asleep as usual, the inside of the car smelled like Y/N. Her perfume and her own scent... To be honest, he hadn't realized before that he was familiar with this scent from his own home. While his mind was filled with complicated thoughts on every subject, he fell asleep after a few breathing exercises.

Y/N had eaten alone that evening and made her own coffee. Why did she feel weird even though she had been following this routine for almost her entire life? This feeling increased after her cat fell asleep. She must've quickly gotten used to having Stone around. She had really gotten used to them eating dinner together and Stone making coffee for her every night. She was used to feeling the presence of someone other than herself and her cat in the house.

She was about to grab her phone and text him, but changed her mind at the last minute. "Whatever... He said he would tell me what happened when he got back. Even if he didn't, it wouldn't be any of my business. Right?" she said to herself. But it was obvious that she was curious, she just didn't want to accept it.

She threw her phone aside and turned on a movie to distract herself, falling asleep in front of the TV while watching it.

After a few hours of napping, Stone felt much better. He started the car and drove off, turning on the radio to keep himself company. If he drove non-stop, he could get home by sunrise.

Along the way, he weighed what Walters had said in his mind. There were pros and cons to both options. If he accepted, would Robotnik think he had betrayed him when he returned? Or would he be okay with it? Even after all these years, it was almost impossible to answer this with certainty.

After the hours and the road passed quickly, he arrived in Green Hills at sunrise, just as he planned. After parking the car, he went home to change and get something to eat.

When he entered the house, he found Y/N asleep on the couch in front of the TV. He turned off the TV, covered her with a blanket and quietly went to the bedroom. He found Sylvester standing on top of the headboard, trying to reach something behind it.

"Hi there, buddy!" Stone said in a low voice. "What are you doing there?"

Sylvester ignored him and continued his work. Stone picked him up and looked at the mysterious object behind the headboard. It was the cord from the lampshade on the side table. He laughed quietly to himself and petted the cat.

"Come on, you must be hungry."

He went to the kitchen with the cat in his arms, prepared his food and water and waited for him to eat for a while. As he watched the cat, his eyes were about to close from lack of sleep. So he decided to get up and make some coffee and changed his clothes while it was getting ready.

When he returned to the kitchen, his coffee was ready. He felt more refreshed after finishing his double shot of espresso. As he started to prepare breakfast for himself and Y/N, Sylvester was pacing around at his feet, trying to scratch him. Now he was agreeing with Y/N, it was quite a chore to do something with a cat at his feet.

"So you're back." Y/N said in a sleepy tone. Her whole body ached from her sleeping position. She tried to relax her neck by tilting it left and right a few times. But she scrunched up her face in pain.

Stone had suddenly turned around with the knife in his hand. "You have to stop doing that." he said, looking at the exhausted Y/N.

"Doing what?"

"Appearing silently behind me. I'm an agent trained to kill, I guess you're forgetting that."

"Huh, so I'm not even safe around you?"

"You know very well that's not what I meant..."

"Just messing around. Relax.." she said with a chuckle. "So, need some help?"

"Thanks, but I'm handling it. Take a seat, you look exhausted."

"I fell asleep while watching TV on the couch. My whole body is stiff." she said as she tried to stretch a little more.

"I see." he just said. He was sure a good massage would help. Should he offer to do so? He shook his head, dispelling the thought.

"By the way, thanks again for the car. I left the keys where I got them." Stone said while they were eating breakfast.

Y/N shook her head slightly as she tried to finish the bite in her mouth. Her face was scrunched up again from the pain. "No problem." she managed to say after she finished her bite.

Stone couldn't stand her situation anymore and asked after taking a sip of his coffee. "Um... Don't take it the wrong way, but... it looks like you need a massage. And... I can give you a massage if you want..."

You could tell by his tone that he was nervous. And he was nervous. He just wanted to help.

Y/N looked at him as if a superhero had come to save her from the edge of a cliff. "You know what... I'd love to. Thank you."

Smiling slightly, Stone nodded and stood up, taking his position behind Y/N's chair. So why were those hands that could kill someone without even blinking, trembling now?

Without thinking much about it, he placed his hands on Y/N's shoulders and started massaging them slowly and gently.

Y/N felt nervous, but also starting to relax. She closed her eyes and let herself be held in Stone's capable hands.

"I was in a meeting with Commander Walters last night." he began. He was trying to keep the fact that he was touching her as far from his mind as possible.

"Who's that?"

"My old boss. While I was in the Military Force. I can say that I met with the Doctor, thanks to him. And..."

Y/N let out a quiet moan of relief, sending his thoughts flying around. "Ugh! Don't worry, keep goin'." Y/N said quickly.

"And he wants me to take part in the new unit they've established. He said he ' couldn't turn a blind eye ' to ruining my life." he said. Even the quotation marks in the sentence were obvious from his tone of voice.

"So, what do you plan to do?"

"Honestly... At first I used you as an excuse and said I hadn't thought about it. But he's extremely persistent."

"Does he know who I am?" Y/N asked in surprise.

"Oh, no. Uhm... I kept up the lie I told your friends, just in case he wouldn't insist any further." he replied. Why was it so difficult to talk to her in this state?

"Oh, okay..." said Y/N. She was relieved, both ways.

"But lastly, he gave me a week to think about it. I don't know if I'm ready to get back involved with those jerks. It's been a long time... I'll probably decline."

"Do you want my opinion?" Y/N asked, tilting her head towards him. Stone paused for a moment, then nodded in agreement. "I think you should accept it. It would be beneficial for both the flow of information and money. After all, the cafe's expenses are higher than its income. And you need money to make new badniks..."

Both of them had a major distraction factor, but despite this, both of them managed to focus on the conversation. Almost…

"You are right." Stone agreed thoughtfully.

"I'm always right. It's kind of genetic." she said with a grin. Stone was grinning too, fully aware that it was genetic.

After the massage, which didn't last long, they both chose to act like it had never happened. It was better that way. After all, they didn't have feelings for each other. Right?

Stone had gotten ready and gone to work. Brayden had opened the cafe before him and started cleaning.

"Good morning, boss."

"Good morning." replied Stone. He touched Brayden’s shoulder lightly with one hand. For some reason, he felt less nervous today.

"You seem to be in a good mood. I think Ms. Y/N is on her way here." he guessed. He knew there was some attraction between them.

"Get back to work, Brayden!"

Even though it was only noon, the sky was starting to get cloudy and it was about to rain. Y/N was on her way to the cafe to return the comics and books she had borrowed from Brayden.

She no longer spent the whole day inside the house like she used to, and this was good for her. She had the opportunity to meet new people -Brayden and Crazy Carl- and Sonic. Stone had no idea she had met Sonic, of course. And Sonic seemed like a funny little brat to her. She knew he had played a role in her father's death, and that Stone hated him... But it couldn't hurt him if he didn't know, right?

When she arrived at the cafe, only Brayden was behind the counter. "Hey, Brayden! What's up?"

"Y/N! I'm counting the minutes for break." Brayden replied with exasperation.

"I brought your book and comics." she said, placing them on the counter and pushing them towards him. "Thanks."

Brayden placed the books somewhere under the counter. "As usual?"

"Yeah." she agreed. She looked around. "I haven't seen Stone."

"He hasn't come out of the back since he got here. He was on the phone and said he didn't want to be disturbed."

"Hmm..."

Y/N could more or less guess what the subject of that phone call was and who it was with. While she was lost in thought, Brayden had her coffee ready.

"Oh, thanks." she said, pulling her coffee in front of her. Brayden stopped her as she pulled out her wallet to pay.

"I can't take payment from you, boss's orders."

"Oh, don't be ridiculous, take this." Y/N insisted.

"I can't."

"Yes, he can't. It's on the house. Don't worry." Stone came to them.

"Why?"

"Because you don't have to pay for anything when you're with me. Including this place."

Y/N opened her mouth to say something sarcastic when Stone cut her off. "Keep your sarcastic words to yourself, please. Like I said, you don't have to pay for anything when you're with me or here. You can pay if you're not. Did I make myself clear?" he whispered. He leaned over the counter slightly, speaking in a voice only she could hear.

Y/N rolled her eyes. Apparently it would go on like this until Stone accepted that Robotnik was dead and let her go. But Y/N secretly liked it. "Alright."

At the time, Stone had to attend to another customer, but they both had grins on their faces that they didn’t show to each other as they left the counter.

Stone had spoken to Walters that day. He had accepted the position at GUN on the condition that he keep his job at the cafe. He would use it as a cover so that, as far as Walters knew, his relationship wouldn't be damaged. According to Walters, Stone had changed a lot since Robotnik and had gotten into a relationship and changed his priorities. Although he had thought that they had lost Stone a while ago because of Robotnik's crazy ideas and plans, he had approved all of this without any problems because of the positive change he had seen in him.

Of course, Stone and Y/N were the only ones who knew what was really going on. Or... were they?

{New chapter is finally here! I've been struggling with my personal life and didn't get time for writing. Thank you for your patience! 🤍 Hope you like it! Part six will come as soon as I write!}

[anuuuubis]

Ryusui Nanami for the winner of my Twitter raffle

[jolenes-doppelganger]

Hi, I really enjoyed the way you write about Rose, so I was wondering if you could write a one shot about Rose The Hat/fem!reader where the reader is a member of the True Knot and can predict the future. As per the story of the book, part of the True Knot left Rose because they were afraid of Abra and the reader went away with them, however she saw a vision of Rose's death and came back just in time to save her :) sorry if my request is not clear, because I write with the help of a translator :)

[Hello lovelies! Super cute ideas! :) I definitely had fun with this one. I hope you don’t mind that I combined both of your asks to write this, I figured they were similar enough to do so.]

Doomsday

Rose the Hat x Fem! True Knot Reader

Summary: The tension between Rose the Hat and Reader leading up to the accident of the Overlook is both productive, and almost damning. Between the love triangle provoked by Rose’s dual pursuit of both Crow Daddy and R, Reader’s visions that produce a future Rose is too stubborn to acknowledge, and the fracturing of the True Knot following the failed capture of Abra, the world comes crashing down both metaphorically and literally as Rose is pulled back from the brink of death by Reader.

Warnings: Alludes to violence, description of gunshot wounds, dying via car crash, implied murder, more death. A metaphysical slap?Hurt/Comfort, hella angsty. Allusions to sex, but you don't get any. (Womp womp).

A/N: This is a re-imagining of the events of Doctor Sleep, what I would consider a healthy split between the book and the movie. It may be tempting to romanticize Rose as the victim here, (she’s evil and really, really, really deserves it), just don’t. The adapted 'Lodsam Hanti, Sabbatha Hanti' chant was translated with the help of this Reddit thread.

Word Count: 5.6k

Waking up in Snakebite Andi’s and Silent Sarey’s trailer felt… Wrong. Mostly because you’d been sleeping in Rose’s trailer for six months. Rose had been on the hunt for ‘the whale’ ever since she felt Abra looking in on her at the supermarket. She’d enlisted you to help. Sure, you could predict when it would rain, accidents, hell you’d predicted the 2017 Eagle Creek fire. The steam from that accident had been weak. Very few deaths. Not a proper ‘Big One’, as Rose called it, but there was something odd Rose had noticed. After taking a particularly good meal, as you’d had once or twice given how new you were to the Knot, you’d get these visions. Real proper visions. Rose had hunches, mostly. They were pretty accurate for hunches, but you, you got images. One trip into a casino, and the True Knot had walked out four hundred thousand richer, not like they needed the money. No, the Knot never needed anything, except steam.

“You gonna go back to the watchtower with Rose?” Andi yawned, in a bra and underwear.

As welcoming as Andi and Sarey were, they weren’t quiet hosts. Noise canceling headphones made little difference. You’d spent your night in interrupted sleep cycles, covering your head with a pillow as Sarey and Andi fucked like rabbits. 

“I don’t think Rose wants me there today.” you answered.

“How come?” Andi asked.

Silent Sarey came up behind Andi, pressing her face into her lover’s neck. The two of them were adorable, the token queer couple in the troop of mostly straight men and women that made up the Knot. The twins were the next closest thing to queer. They didn’t really have gender identities, and they weren’t their own people. They kind of existed as facets of each other. Neither one had a gender or identity separate from the other, you supposed that might’ve made them nonbinary. The twins didn’t do labels aside from being ‘the twins’.  That was their thing. 

“Well…” you stammered, shaking your head to rid yourself of the extensive internal monologue, “She just doesn’t need me. You guys are going up to Frasier to get Abra today, and there’s nothing for me to do except stay with Rose. 

Sarey gave a nod. She struggled to communicate with most people in the Knot, except Andi. She’d whisper away in the lisped speech pattern she had, snuggling closer to her younger lover. But the nod was nice. It was her way of saying, ‘I’m listening’.

“Alright, well, I should be getting ready, we’re heading out early.” Andi smiled.

You nodded, pulling on your shoes and exiting your trailer. You didn’t need to be a witness to the farewell sex the couple would inevitably have. Besides, the morning was too fresh to spend in a stuffy trailer.

“Hiya Dreamie.” Barry the Chunk hooted.

Dreamie. That was your name. It’s what everyone called you, and you didn’t mind it. Better than ‘loonie’ or ‘make-believer’. There were worse words, but it was early. No sense in ruminating on the bad.

“Hi Barry.” you smiled back.

The camp was waking up. And you needed some time away from the masses. There was a tingling in the back of your head, an incessant itch. It was the telltale sign of a vision, and a big one. You debated going up to the watchtower. Rose would get the cue, but you and Rose weren’t exactly on good terms right now. Crow wasn’t on good terms with you.

“Dreamie. Rose wants you.” Crow said, scruffy voice jarring you from your thoughts.

“Speak of the devil.” you mumbled to yourself. “Got it, thanks Crow.”

“It’s Crow Daddy to you, Dreamie.” he gave a smile, too white teeth throwing off the otherwise cleverly hidden sneer.

“Got it.” you gave a curt nod.

Then it was back into the lion’s den. You gave a knock on her trailer door before you came in. A noncommittal hum was the permission granted. One step into the trailer and it was clear Rose and Crow had been fucking. The trailer reeked. 

“It’s nice outside, you should open a window.” 

Rose stretched her arms, in a set of mens pajama pants and a sheer bra. Always with the bras, was she allergic to shirts or something?

“Got any dreams, Dreamie?” Rose smirked, not unkindly.

Like it or not, Rose was always in a good mood after a night of fucking. Always. 

“I have an aura, actually.” you sighed.

“Of course you do.” Rose smirked. “I can feel it, the second you walked in. You get this smell to you.”

She stretched again, rotating and twisting her back until her entire spine cracked. It was a bit eerie, watching how far she could bend.

“Someone’s thoughts are loud this morning.” Rose teased.

You shrugged. She was unusually receptive this morning. Or just allergic to minding her own business. You said that one in your head a bit louder.

“Childish, really.” Rose rolled her eyes, stepping out of her bed and coming forward.

You shrugged, giving her an innocent look. Rose raised an eyebrow, and then she pounced. All six feet of her moved with the agility of a cat, snatching you for a deep hug.

“Hmm… You really do have that aura coming on… You always smell like sandalwood. It’s really strong.” Rose hummed.

“And you stink of sex.”

Rose gave a sharp laugh, pressing you tighter against her.

“You don’t like it? It’s my signature perfume.” Rose joked.

The thought was gag worthy. Mostly because the stench of sex was ninety percent Crow’s BO. God that man stunk sometimes.

“I’ll take a shower if you make me some coffee, hmm?” Rose smirked. 

“Deal.”

Rose smiled, turning and walking towards the shower cubicle in her trailer. She was connected to a water pump currently, she could enjoy a long, extensive shower at the cost of virtually nothing. This campsite was Knot property, after all. With her behind the closed door, you had an opportunity to fumigate the room with fresh air. Every single window in the trailer was open. You stripped her bed, mostly because a night with Crow out meant a night with you in. And sleeping in sheets someone had fucked in? Not ideal, to say the least.

“Honeybunch, I forgot a towel, do you mind?” Rose called.

You paused what you were doing, going to grab her a towel. You made it about halfway to the door before the aura in your head got deafeningly loud. It was always awful, getting a particularly intense vision. First your ears would ring, really fucking loud. And then you’d get nauseous. All the saliva would dry up on your tongue, your hands would shake, and the world would go fuzzy. If you could compare it to something, you’d compare it to how a diabetic felt when their blood sugar dropped. This wasn’t a crisis of the body, though the body exhibited symptoms, it was a crisis of the psyche.

“Honeybunch? Hey, Dreamie, hello?”

You couldn’t focus on Rose. You were hunched in her kitchen, head in between your knees, breathing in and out really slow.

“Dreamie? Helloooo?”

The water turned off. Rose opened the bathroom door sticking her head out. She looked up, at where your eye level would be, and then right back down. Rose swore softly, grabbing a robe hanging outside of the bathroom door, pulling it on.

“It’s a bad one, huh?”

You nodded, it was all the response you could give.

“Well let me know when the symptoms…”

Her voice dulled. High pitched ringing, deafening. Your vision swam and all you could do was focus on your breath before images slammed into your skull.

Gunshots. That was what you heard. A forest clearing with railroad tracks. Teeny town? Yes. Teeny Town. Your hands were shaking, a gun in them. A gunshot through your head took you out. Immediately your perspective shifted, slamming into another person only to be killed milliseconds later. In between the pain of shifting perspectives and violently intense sensations of being shot over and over, there were shapes. People contorting, half-translucent, bodies disappearing into clouds of smoke. All of this was awful, but what was worse was the scene change.

Darkness, a calm drive on a quiet road, music playing over the quiet buzz of radio static.

 The switch was so quick it gave you metaphysical whiplash, almost like your brain was rattling in its skull. A child’s voice with a man’s tamber. That’s what you would describe it as. Looking into the rearview, you made out the shape of a small girl with dark curls and deeply old-looking eyes. Too old for a child, like they were borrowed from a man’s broken stare. Your eyes were dark. A bearded face. Crow. It shook you to see through his eyes. The perspective of the world matched, almost like you were Crow. You couldn’t make out what the girl was saying, but you could make out the threat in them. That was before the car swerved, steering wheel slipping in your hands. This death, was drawn out. You could feel every bone in your neck and upper spine shatter as your head went right through the windshield. The realization that you were going to die, the horrible sense of anguish. And then you cycled. Once, twice, dust. 

“.... okay….. How long… Seizures.. Gone…”

So many voices spoke. Your head ached, so did your body. It felt like someone had shoved you into a dryer on the highest tumble setting, you were so sore.

“...There she is! Dreamie, wake up.”

Colors blurred together, someone shoved something into your lips. A straw. You sipped, juice hitting your tongue, bleeding into the metallic taste there. It stung; somewhere on your tongue there was a cut.

“Jesus, Dreamie, you scared the living shit out of us.” Barry said.

Your body lurched. An image flashed, what you thought would be another lurch from a shotgun was entirely different. Barry burning up with fever. Red welts all over him, like that childhood illness your Mom had vaccinated you for. Pox?

“Hey, hey, easy.” someone whispered.

Rose looked down at you, her face contorted into an expression that would surely accelerate the aging of her smile lines.

“She’s never had one this bad… She was seizing for five minutes before she stopped. Then the last one you saw for yourself.” Rose told Walnut, the doctor of the Knot.

He nodded, taking off the blood pressure cuff and stethoscope he’d been using.

“Well, she’s stable now, it should be okay for the group to leave, we’re already delayed by-”

“NO!”

Rose jolted, gaze snapping downwards. She gave you a confused, angry look.

“What do you mean no? Jesus, send them off already. I can handle little Ms. Visions here.”

Your mouth was so dry, tongue bleeding and swollen. Grabbing for her wrist, you tried to get Rose to understand, to listen, at the very least.

“Shh, tell me in a minute.” Rose replied.

You squeezed more insistently. Rose pursed her lips, looking down at you with a warning look. You stayed silent. Even if the Knot left without you being able to warn Rose, she could always call them back. You stayed with Apron Annie while Rose dressed, slapping her topper on her head before slipping out of her trailer door.

“You sure gave her a scare, you know?” Annie smiled sweetly. 

“I… I saw something bad.”

“I figured. You tell Rose first though. I wouldn’t know what to do with your visions.” Annie shook her head.

You curled into the older woman’s grasp. She’d been a runaway slave before the Knot. Crafty, quick, an avid reader. Nobody read more than Annie, simply because no one refused to be fooled like Annie. 

“And your hair is a rat’s nest, lord have mercy.” Annie sighed.

She got up, getting some of your hair tools before setting down to the task of combing out and braiding your hair. It was comforting, the massaging of rosemary oil into your scalp relieved some of the ache in your head.

“Walnut said to keep drinking that juice. Your blood sugar dropped during the seizure. You’d best listen.”

You nodded weakly, sipping the juice without complaint. Annie’s accent was creeping back in, it always did when she was being stern with somebody. 

“You jus’ rest here awhile.”

←→

It was safe to say Rose didn’t believe you. You’d sat down with her and explained the vision front to back, the men who’d done the shooting and Crow’s death via car crash.

“Rose, I know what I saw-”

“I. Don’t. Care.” Rose snapped. “We need this Abra girl, and the bitch child isn’t going to kill the team.”

Denial. Always with the fucking denial.

“Rose, please.” you tried to coax her.

“No, don’t ‘Rose’ me. Your blood sugar dropped, you had a seizure, and…”

Even Rose was having a hard time believing her own lie. She didn’t want to be wrong. Abra could fix all of the True Knot’s problems. Steam on demand? God, what a novelty. After Grandpa Flick had died, Rose had gone frantic. They’d lost three True in twenty years. Three. That was like losing three family members in two weeks and Crow was getting old. Last night had been an anomaly for them. A whole night of love making three weeks after they’d taken steam? God, that never happened. Rose was still aching from it, still sore from the intensity of it. How often could that be if they were taking steam every three months? Could Abra withstand every two? Every two months for ten, twenty years? They’d consistently age backwards. A secluded ranch, a house? Somewhere permanent? Rose needed that more than she cared to admit.

“Please call them back.” you pleaded.

Rose shook her head immediately. 

“No. No, no, NO!” Rose snarled. ‘They’ll snatch the girl in Frazier, kill the family if necessary. It’ll take three hours tops. I can’t lose this chance just because you had a bad dream.” she snapped.

She watched your mouth bob. There was real fear in your eyes, real anger. It reminded her of a child fighting a tantrum. God, you really were young. Seven years in the Knot, snatched at seventeen, eighteen? A baby. You were a total baby to her, and so fragile. You were young enough and new enough to your gifts that Rose could take a chance on your dreams being wrong. It was plausible that your gifts had far more variability than just visions of the future. She wasn’t going to waste the best catch of her life because someone had anxiety.

“When they all die, it’s your fault.” you mumbled, getting off the floor of her trailer and practically running out of the door.

“Come off your soap box, Dreamie!” Rose growled.

You were gone. But someone else was waiting at her doorstep.

“Rose, Walnut called. The sickness that took Flick? Barry has it.” Annie anxiously whispered.

Rose’s breath caught in her chest. The sickness? Flick had died of old age, exasperated by heart conditions, not a sickness. But that was a lie too. For a week now, members of the Knot had been waking up with red spots on their bodies. Walnut had brushed it off as a skin condition from the bad showers, but privately he had told Rose a different story. The Knot was sick, they needed steam. Steam from a young, healthy, vaccinated child like Abra. Chicken pox was his diagnosis. And the True Knot weren’t healthy enough to withstand it.

←→

A night later, Walnut called. Barry was getting worse. He was starting to cycle. The group was scared and facing the possible passing of one of their own. There’d be no time to delay, they needed to work fast, leading Crow to split up and take a more direct approach to the girl’s residence. For the first time since the invention of the interstate, Rose told her people to speed.

“Rose, Dreamie is asking for you.” Annie interrupted her thoughts.

Rose turned, smiling up at her longtime friend. The smile fell off of her face, landing on the floor like a glass dish. Her stomach lurched. Annie had a spot on her neck, a big one too. Giving a tighter, less genuine smile, Rose slipped out of her trailer. Dreamie was curled up in a camp chair. She looked cozy, in blankets. Rose’s mind was elsewhere, she had every reason to prepare for a fight.

“If you’re here to tell me-”

“I’m not.” you cut her off, looking up at her gently.

Rose let out a breath and then nodded. She motioned you up, sat in the chair and opened her arms. You were a comforting weight in her grasp, and you smelled faintly of sandalwood. You’d have another vision soon, not that Rose cared. What was more pressing was the weight of your body on hers leaving her feeling soft, a bit vulnerable.

“Spend the night with me.” Rose whispered. “No strings attached.”

Rose needed it. She needed the intimacy of a night with someone young, inexperienced.

“What about Crow?” you whispered back, face twisted into an anxious look.

Rose sniffed, letting out an annoyed breath. She’d had enough of your anxiety for three decades. But they were so close to getting it all, and Rose wanted it all. 

“Crow isn’t going to find out. One night, one.” she whispered, eyes glimmering with an unfamiliar softness.

God, what you wouldn’t give for one night. The teasing, the pet names, the sleep overs… And it wouldn’t be rough, judging from the look in her eyes.

“Okay.” you breathed out.

Rose smiled, kissing your temple. You both stood, her hand in yours, bare feet padding across the dirt of the campground. Her trailer smelled of incense which meant she’d been meditating extensively, probably astral projecting to ensure the troop headed to Abra was okay. There were a few candles lit, adding to the ambience.

“Come here.” Rose whispered, shutting her camper door. 

Her arms found your waist, her mouth on your neck. She was so damn tall, and soft. Soft everywhere now that she was aging. You liked her soft, it was comforting.

“Lay down on the bed for me.” Rose whispered.

You complied, walking backwards, meeting her blue eyes. Your thighs hit the bed, and you scooted, backward, laying flat over her comforter. Her mouth was on yours, lips soft, tempting, and tongue flicking out to taste you throughout the kiss. After every kiss she’d give a soft hum, her fingers lazily slipping under your shirt to caress the skin underneath. Her fingers were soft, and she gave a sly grin, shifting her hips to straddle you further. Your arms tangled in her hair, enough to tempt her into removing the topper. She did, leaning further into the kiss. You would’ve thought someone like Rose wouldn’t like soft, wouldn’t find the moments of drawn out foreplay and intimacy worthwhile. You were wrong, so so wrong. Her mouth on your neck, her hands grasping you tight, bodies tangled like pretzels. This was right, this was the moment.

←→

An early morning call awoke Rose. It was from Walnut. She was on the phone for thirty seconds, and then her hands were wrapped around your waist. “Wake up, wake up!” Rose said, distressed. “Wha..”

Her hands were everywhere, lifting you up, throwing open the curtains to illuminate your body. She ran her hands over every inch, skimming every mark, every mole, every soft stretch mark. Rose didn’t relax until she was sure you didn’t have a single mark. 

“Oh, thank god.” Rose almost wept with relief, clutching you tight.

“Rose, what’s happened?” you asked, now wide awake and worried.

“The Knot has chickenpox. It killed Barry.”

Your body tensed. You’d never told Rose about the vision you’d had of Barry. “Chickenpox? Chickenpox can’t kill-”

“It doesn’t kill rubes. We aren’t rubes, Dreamie.” Rose growled out. “And if we don’t find a cure it’ll kill all of us.”

All of us? 

“Rose, I was vaccinated as a kid.”

Her expression tensed, and then relaxed. But then she frowned, a furious expression on her face.

“That’s because you’re young. Spoiled by modern medicine.” she spit.

You reached up, cupping her face. Rose was lashing out because she was scared, and upset. One of the Knot had died. Her family had died. You leaned forward, kissing her forehead. Rose didn’t cry, but she reached forward, cradling you tight.

“Thank god you’re vaccinated.” she whimpered.

←→

The Knot didn’t take Barry’s death well. There was a bit of hysteria, hysteria Rose struggled to calm. She leaned on you more and more, spending her nights tangled up with you in her sheets, an escape from her stress, from the hunger that was starting to claw at everyone’s throats. She had gray hairs again. Her crow’s feet were pronounced, skin starting to go scaly from sun damage. You didn’t love her any less, taking time to appreciate every bit of her changing body in between the bursts of passion. You aged too, turning from 17 to 21, almost 22. It wasn’t much of a difference, you were already quite young for a Knot member. But the hunger was awful.

“My joints ache, I’m going to take a shower.” Rose sighed, rolling out of bed.

She leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your sleepy face. You smiled, watching her pull on sweats and a shirt before grabbing some things. She meant the camp showers. They had a bit more space than her RV stall, you couldn’t blame her. The heat was more consistent too. You went back into a blissful sleep. It was broken fifteen minutes later when you heard a scream.

Half dressed in a pair of panties and an oversized shirt, you were running out of Rose’s trailer, bolting through the campsite in the direction of the scream. It was Rose, crumpled in Annie’s arms in front of the shower, sobbing in confusion and anger. Her towel was sagging.

“Rose, Rose.” you whispered, kneeling down and helping to cover her.

Her hands landed on your shoulders. An image burning forward. Gunshots, cycling, a smoke filled campsite.

“They’re dead. Everyone is fucking dead.” she sobbed.

You’d made it to the steps of her trailer before she collapsed against the steps, wailing like the dying.

“Crow!”

An image flashed through your mind, fear and pain as the vertebrae of your neck compressed, body flying through the windshield. Everyone had died, just as you’d predicted. Rose hadn’t listened.

←→

“That the last of it?” Annie asked, out of breath.

“Yeah, just two boxes.”

You were busy packing your things into Annie’s and Diesel Doug’s truck. In the days following the death of eight of the most prominent True Knot members, chaos had erupted. People packing their bags, convinced death was on their doorstep. The chickenpox was taking someone every other day now. Everyone was running, everyone was fleeing. You were leaving for a different reason, more personal. Rose had lashed out at you, blaming the entire loss of the crew on you. Rose insisted that if she had known that the visions were serious she would’ve called back the team. Your visions were serious, she just hadn’t listened. More fighting, more name calling, more discord. 

“I’m sorry Rose treated you that way.” Doug sighed, shifting the car in gear. “We’re all grieving, but treating you that way was a shitty thing to do.”

You nodded once, sneaking a glance in the rearview. Rose stood in front of her trailer, arms crossed, top hat balanced on her head. You could feel her thousand yard stare from here.

“You’re gonna die out there, Dreamie.” you heard a voice crawl through your ear, invasive and almost wet feeling.

“Well at least I won’t die alone.”

A phantom sensation cracked through the bones of your face, like you’d been slapped. You let out a choked cough, catching Annie’s attention. 

“I’m fine, choked on my own spit.” you mumbled.

“Bitch.”

You didn’t get a response. You figured she was saving the last laugh for later.

The drive into the Montana mountains was rough. Snow was starting to fall.

“You had to take the Denver route?” Annie groaned. 

“Who the fuck goes through the rockies at this time of year? It would take days!” Doug growled.

They were both irritable, both covered in red spots. You were in denial this time. If they died you really would be alone. Maybe that was Rose’s last laugh. The three of you settled into the hotel, Doug and Annie in a king bed, you in a twin pullout. Everything was quiet. Too quiet. You couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen, and you sure as hell couldn’t sleep. An overcoat on, boots crunching through the gravel, you set out to explore the area around the hotel. 

You felt a bit dizzy, probably from the altitude. Sitting on a boulder for a bit didn’t help, deep breaths of cool mountain air just made you feel sicker. Your ears began to ring, and that’s when it all added up. You were ready to brace yourself when-

“My, my. What a temper you have.”

You were speaking through Rose, a man’s flushed, pained face underneath her as Rose batted away his arms like he was nothing but an overgrown toddler.

“So much fire. Such a waste.”

You could feel Rose’s anger, her hatred for this man. You recognized him, he’d shot a few of the True Knot at the Teeny Town campsite. And his stare was so familiar.

“Or maybe not.”

It was horrific, this vision. You could feel everything Rose was doing, her sighs of delight as she ate the man’s steam, her thumb in his thigh. Rose was cruel, but this cruelty made your stomach churn in knots. 

“Oh, you’re not alone in there.” Rose breathlessly gasped. “What are you hiding? What’s in those?! Something special, huh?!”

That disgusting, inescapable feeling of dread clawed through you. It was impossible to speak in visions, but you wanted to. You wanted to scream. You could see the boxes as she saw them, alive and vibrating. They were full of darkness, and in Rose’s haste she wasn’t inspecting the aura, she was ravenous for food, for blood.

“They’re not special. They’re starving.”

The vision was a blur from there. Horror, fear, pain as Rose was eaten alive. You awoke on the ground of the hotel reception room, gasping for air and shaking.

“She has these seizures, poor dear.” Annie was tiredly explaining to the frightened hotel receptionist.

You didn’t let them give you juice. You didn’t let them feed you. There wasn’t time.

“I need the car.” you gasped to Diesel Doug. “Stay here.”

←→

The drive up into the mountains of Colorado was awful. You’d been taught to drive in the snow three years earlier by Jimmy Numbers, but this was something else. You’d loaded up Diesel’s trusty all wheel drive truck up with gas at the final station, filling up both tanks with diesel. You were driving up the mountains at night, hands glued to the wheel. Rose would be proud of you, pinpointing the location of the vision through memory alone. But this wasn’t about being proud.

The lights of the Overlook were on. You didn’t have time. Rose’s trailer was parked outside, you didn’t have time! You turned off the car, leaving the keys in the ignition, doors unlocked. It was so cold up here, one of the doors was frozen shut. You didn’t have time to break through the door, so you made the next best decision, breaking through a window with an axe. It was boarded up but the wood had rotted, giving you enough bend to punch through the wood with the butt of the axe. There were voices, not from people. The same darkness of the man’s boxes lingered here, and the whispers added more adrenaline to your movements. The hallways were mazes. It felt like this stupid hotel was trying to confuse you, to trap you here. It wanted blood, it knew you were hindering its meal.

“... I seem to have nicked your femoral artery. Gonna bleed to death, huh?”

You knew that voice. Well. A kid darted by you. Jet black hair, dark skin. Abra.

“You’re…” she stammered, backing away.

“I’m not here for you. Go.” you snapped at the little girl.

You turned, following the direction she’d come from. A large hall came into view, stairs descending downwards. Rose was crouched over the man, voice echoing. You attempted to step down the stairs, but there was some kind of force keeping you there, confusing you. Why did you even want to go down there in the first place? No, you were here for the little girl, weren’t you? Because you’re hungry. The woman at the bottom of the stairs is hungry too. You can’t let her catch the girl before you do, you’ll go hungry.

There was something you were forgetting. You looked down at the woman below you, confused. She was gasping in pleasure, feasting. You were so hungry too. You saw where the little girl had gone too. You knew where she was. No. No, the woman was important. You could feel it, an unmistakable, annoying little scratch in your brain. You were close to remembering something, almost like you were trying to remember a dream.

Dream! No. No. Dreaming? Day dreaming? Dream… Dreammmmmm……. 

Dreamie. Rose, the vision, the hotel. The tricks of the hallways, the bad aura. It all connected in your brain.

“.... Not special. They’re starvi-”

“NO!”

In your haste to get to Rose, you have walked, half slid down the stairs. There were about ten figures between you and Rose. All reaching all starving, all grabbing, all-

“The girl is in the maze.” you gasped. “She has more steam than all of us combined.”

The figures jerked, each turning to look at you with a peculiar, inhuman hunger. If the Knot were vampires, these were phantoms. Demons of the night, more deadly, more encompassing. The kind of dead that don’t stay dead.

“The maze. A girl named Abra.” I gasped.

They pushed forward at once, nearly stampeding you in their haste to eat. The man was heaving, reaching for the ax. You kicked him in the ribs, hard. Rose lay on the ground, crumpling in on herself, red dots crawling up her arms in accelerated fashion. The dead had taken much of her steam.

“Rose, Rosie.” you gasped, reaching for her.

She looked skeletal. It was the kind of skeletal that a True Knot took on before they started cycling.

“Steam.” she  weakly pointed to the man.

And you both were starving.

←→

Rose sat in a camp chair outside, feet propped up. She was soft looking, back to the usual look she got in between feedings.

“Mmm…” she hummed, twitching slightly.

“Crook in your neck?” you asked.

“More like an itch.”

She looked up, holding her arms out. 

“Let me see my beautiful girl, hmm?”

You smiled, curling in her lap. Tilting her head back, she exposed her jaw. You took the bait, nibbling softly as she sighed in contentment.

“I’m itching to open a canister.” Rose smirked. “Get nice and full, spend the night in the sand…”

She was getting old again. And the spots were coming back.

“Rose, can we try the siphoning method?”

She rolled her eyes.

“The pox spots only show up when I haven’t eaten. They go away once I’m full.”

You leaned in, nuzzling your nose against hers.

“It can’t hurt to try.”

Rose sighed, and then nodded. You both arose, walking into her trailer. She took out one of the canisters. You’d filled it with the spirit of the Overlook twins after they’d fed from Abra. It was easy enough, coaxing out the spirits. They’d gorged themselves on the little girl, ripped her to shreds, practically. Open up a canister that had a tiny bit of steam, and they’d pounce, only to be sucked inside with the vapors of steam. That’s all these spirits were, after all. Steam with a bit of bite. They tasted good, too.

“Alright, do you want to do the ritual?” Rose asked.

“You’re Irish is better than mine.” you smiled softly.

She nodded, holding your hands in hers.

“Meabhair, suaite, gortú” We are the chosen ones.

“Wounder rúnda, gortú” We are the fortunate ones

“I ngach slí gortaithe” We are the True Knot and we endure. What is tied can never be untied.

You took deep breaths of the steam in, filling your lungs with the haunted essence of the twin girls. Once the entire can was bubbling in your body, you reached forward, breathing the steam that had now become your essence into Rose’s awaiting mouth. In theory, you were breathing your own essence down her throat. Your vaccinated essence.

Her lips found yours once you were done, her hands tangled in your hair as she kissed you hard. She tasted like the blackberry mojitos you’d made an hour ago, tongue rolling over yours.

“I love being alive with you.” Rose moaned, half pulling, half dragging you out of the trailer. She was young again, twenty seven, shimmering and panting with desire.

“Rose!” you giggled.

Her hands ran under your skirt, grabbing your thighs mischievously.

“It is broad daylight.” you snickered.

“And I don’t see anyone around, do you?”

She took an inhale of your hair, catching a whiff of an aura hanging over your head.

“Dreamie, no seizures.” Rose playfully warned.

“Shh. It could be a Big One.” you winked.

It was a new year’s celebration, anyway. A new year, a new decade. Twenty-twenty. Something about those numbers screamed food, or more so, misery. But for the True Knot, misery was food, death and destruction was food.

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Don't Look At Me With Those Eyes

Senku x Artist Reader Pt.3

Summary: Senku doesn't seem to understand what it means to be an Artists Muse, specifically yours. (Senku doesn't understand love)

Word Count: 1,355

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HAPPY VALETINE'S DAY!!!!

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My muses are my love

He couldn’t stop the words chanting in his head. No matter what he did, your voice flooded his thoughts.

My muses are my love

Just the thought of you invaded his mind. He’s been lying awake for the past twenty minutes, trying to fall asleep but to no avail. Every time he found himself closing his eyes, visions of your flustered face appeared.

‘Are you thinking of me’ Senku wondered.

‘Is that what it means to be your muse?’. Was he on your mind as you were on his. He wondered if you were also in the same predicament as him…or maybe you’re drawing? Painting? Were you blowing glass? Or whatever crazy art medium you found yourself exploring…

My muses are my love…

Why did you have to plague his mind? What do you mean about your muses being your love? Why did you look so vulnerable as you said it? More importantly why HIM? Is it as Byakuya said before, “opposites attract”. Is it because he’s so different from you, you find him appealing to be your muse? What is he supposed to do with this information?

Torn and confused about what he needed to do with this newfound information, what the information even meant, and what it meant to him, Senku stepped outside to the balcony and watched the stars.

What does it mean to be an artist’s muse?

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Something has changed, that much you were aware of. But was Senku aware? Since the day you asked him to be your tutor, something has shifted between the two of you. You couldn’t pinpoint what exactly. As far as you were concerned, you treated Senku the same way you have always done…

Lost in your thoughts you didn’t catch the way Senku was staring at you from his desk. Something that he’s been catching himself doing more than he’s meant to. He’s been catching himself staring at you from his desk, in passing at the school halls, even at your home as you studied beside him.

God, I feel like a creep, Senku cringed. It wasn’t your typical space out staring, he’s been watching your expressions, studying your features, getting lost in your eyes…

Wait what!?

He wasn’t sure how long you caught him staring but you were flushed. You quickly averted his gaze and fumbled with your bag and pulled out a sketchbook. The same one he was snooping in. He watched as you begin to scribble your pencil onto the paper…your eyes were shimmering, Senku noted.

Senku was studying you again, and he wasn’t being subtle. Forgetting or ignoring the fact that you caught him just a mere seconds ago. Unfortunately for you his staring didn’t let up for the next few weeks. Every time you cross paths with him, you can see him looking at you. His eyes were softer than what you were used to seeing. His brows still furrowed slightly, but his gaze was gentle as you felt him examining you. Whatever he was doing, you let him. You just assumed he was doing some weird scientific research, and you were his victim.

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Tutoring you had become a new routine for Senku.  After all the after-school clubs have ended, having cleaned up the lab, Senku met up with you outside of the school’s art studio. He was waiting patiently for you, resting his back against a pillar as he thought of the material, he was going to be tutoring you. After ten minutes had passed, concerned and curious about what keeps you late, he makes his way inside the studio and finds you cleaning up.

“Did you forget the concept of time, airhead?”

“Sorry for keeping you waiting!” you huffed, as you carried a can of paint back to its proper storage. “I lost track of time! I was in the zone. I got new inspiration for my muse!” you laughed.

Muse

The word that’s been haunting Senku’s mind. A word so foreign to him that he doesn’t understand what it means to be someone’s muse. What it means to be your muse.

Senku walked closer to a canvas with a big drape covering the art underneath. He’s assuming it’s yours. It must be. It was the only one out, the only one with cans of paint underneath it. Curious of what you’ve been painting, he begins to lift the edge of the drape. Before he can even process the bits of the painting he can see, he feels your touch on his wrist. He looks at you and he find himself again studying your expression. Studying the look in your eyes.

He doesn’t believe he’s seen this look before. Was it fear of what he was going to find under the drape? Are you embarrassed of what you’ve spent so long painting? Is it the feeling of vulnerability? Showcasing your muse to others but the muse itself.

“It’s not done yet…”, you said softly, almost a whisper to his ears. You watched as he let go of the drape. Hiding your painting.

Hiding your feelings from him.

“What is it?” he asked, as he continued to study you. Watching your expression turned to something he’s been seeing so often. The averted eyes, the flush to your cheeks, the slight stutter to your words. He felt the touch on his wrist fade as he watched you pick up cans of paint from the ground and begin to walk from him.

“…my muse.”

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Muse…

Muse…

Muse…

Muse…

Muse…

Never has a word frustrated him this much. Seeing the word? The paper suddenly crumbled under his hand. Hearing the word has his eye twitching. A simple four-letter word is haunting him. Teasing him for not understanding. Frustrated that you don’t seem to know the effect the word has on him. Not aware of the feeling he gets when you throw the word around. Not understanding that uneasy feeling in his stomach that seems to get amplified every time he studies you.

“I don’t understand this….” You groaned. You dropped the pencil in your hand as you laid sprawled on your bedroom floor. You waited for Senku’s response. Waited for him to tell you off. You waited for him to call you an airhead. You waited and yet nothing. You turned to look at him and found his eyes already looking back at you. “Senku…”

“Hmm?” he hummed back. His eyes never leave yours.

“Umm…is there a reason why you’ve been…staring...” you asked nervously, unsure what to do under his gaze. You watched as his gaze hardened. Not being able to handle anymore, you finally break away, retreating your eyes to the white ceiling.

“It’s a bad habit.” He replied, as he crawled to the space beside you and laid beside you. You both laid in silence, enjoying the presence of the other. You closed your eyes and listened to Senku’s breathing, until that feeling came back again.

“you’re staring again, aren’t you?” you asked quietly. You were afraid to open your eyes, you don’t think you can handle him being so close to you, his eyes on you…

“Yeah….my eyes bother you that much?” he teased, taking joy as he heard your breath hitch.

“It…flusters me…” you whined, “so stop looking at me with those eyes…”

“What eyes?” he questioned. Has he been staring at you in another way he wasn’t aware? He gets up from beside and crawls over you, he ignores your gasp and looks down at you. Staring at you, studying you, your expressions, your noises. His body hovered over you, his arms caging you in, leaving you nowhere to look at but him. “These eyes?”

He waited for your response, his eyes flickered between your betraying eyes, exposing your vulnerability, and your lips, waiting for your words. Instead, you raise your hand to his face, your fingertips slightly brushing his lips as you cover his eyes with your palm. He feels your body pressed against him as you sit up on your elbows, he can feel the heat radiating off your body. You lean to his ear and whisper, “yeah, those eyes.”

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A/N: So I'm thinking of breaking away from my original plan of doing only 4 parts to this series. I'm not sure how many parts there will be...I'm also thinking of rewriting the 1st chapter, sort of build more of the frenemies relationship.

Anywayssss can yall guess the song inspo? Theres two! One based on the title and one named dropped. Would you guys be interested in a song playlist for this series?

Mini spoiler for the series?!?! Theres a lyric I want to include in a future part, angst approaching!! Hehehehe

I, I loved you and I still do

Just wanted passion from you

Just wanted what I gave you

I waited and waited

-The Greatest Billie Eilish

....requests open?

[happybird16]

C-can I say something..

Imagine cockwarming him while he does calculations. On all fours, squirming and desperately trying to keep still on his cock with papers spread across your back acting as a makeshift desk, his pen at work darting across the page. Every time you throb you can feel the tip of his pen pause, his cock throb and his breath hitch, but he just chastises you and gets immediately back to work.

[isu-desu]

LOCK ON

[lazypanartist]

Stobotnik + reader who just got their wisdom teeth out because I'm suffering.

Please help, my face hurts 🥲

Can be read as romantic, platonic, or familial. Because there aren't any indicators attached to the relationships.

Stone is 100% nurturing dude™, don't @ me.

While Robotnik probably has a list of necessities in priority order, Stone knows how to put everything into action.

Ice on 20 mins, off 10 mins, feed you whenever you're hungry + willing to work around the pain.

I'm currently living off split pea soup. Robotnik's just happy is you're eating something high with protein, because it helps promote healing.

Has a long ass list of potential foods, as well as a timeline of when you can eat what. Like, soft foods ONLY the first few days, nothing with small chunks, then working your way up.

Also has a timer for when you can take your pain meds

Stone is more on the comfort-nurturing side, while Robotnik is focused on optimizing healing

If you say anything while loopy, they'll either ignore it, or question you if it sounds important

Both will be mildly disgusted if you ask to have your teeth returned. May ask "why" once, then drop it because - do they *really* want to know?

I imagine that Stone will set out some nice comfy outfits for the next few days - stuff with big enough necks so you don't bump your face, or things that zip or button

Fluffy bathrobe. Necessity, ngl

Robotnik makes sure you have someplace you can sleep propped up, even if it's just the couch + a pillow nest

Idk man. I'm gonna look at more fanart now. Send reqs if you want.