The First Chapter Of My Senku X OC Fic To The Moon And Back Is Almost Done. Have A Treat

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

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StanXeno x fem!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s late,” You say.

“And?” 

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

“Kiss me.” 

“Yes ma’am.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shall I, my love?” 

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

Xeno chuckles again, eyes dark and filled with want. 

“Very well, if you insist.”

UPDATE: Did not cry over Senku, but Stanley is definitely crashing out over my oc and I am living for it

Writing angst for an upcoming chapter of To the Moon and Back today.

Who wants to bet I make myself cry over Senku?

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

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

Gen x Reader

Gen liked you. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gen chokes on his own spit at your mumbled words. 

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

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

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

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

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

“I was bored at school a lot.”

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

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

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

“To maintain peace and order.” 

“Ah…of course.” 

You giggle at his skepticism. 

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

“Right, they were alchemists, I believe.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mmhm! Oh! Speaking of ghosts-” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hi!!! can I request smut/first time hcs with Gen ? 🤭

Only if you want me to fall in love with you ♡

NSFW Headcanons: Gen Asagiri (gn!Reader)

Gen, despite all his gravitas, has no idea what he's really doing in the beginning

He has the general idea, but he has no practical experience

So you have to help direct him a little

You encourage him to explore your body

To touch and be touched, and find out what both of you like

He's a quick learner

He notes every time your breath catches, or your eyelids flutter

He memorizes every moan

Picks up very quickly exactly which tone of voice to use to turn you on the fastest

A total switch

Is happy being either top or bottom

Loves toys

Loves to use them on you, loves it when you use them on him

Surprisingly vanilla

Likes his classic missionary and cowgirl positions

He just likes to look at you (He's a romantic what can I say)

Once he's fully comfortable being intimate with you, he becomes an absolute menace

Will come up to you at random parts of the day and whisper to you using that voice to get your attention

"Shall we take a break, dearest?"

Likes to help you bathe afterwards

He likes the softer intimacy of washing you after he's been buried inside you (or had you inside him)

A cute little reminder that my requests are always open for Dr STONE related fics/headcanons/idle thoughts

You can ask me about anything, up to and including my OC

I can also do other fandoms too, so long as I'm at least somewhat familiar with it :3

sigh.. recently got into stanxeno x reader.. more so stanxeno x reader where it's like.. highschool sweethearts yadda yadda.. sobs.. ..can i have even just hcs i am this desperate . (also if i forget to unanon this pretend you dont see what account this is because im an rp blog)

(not me being lowkey jealous of you being an rp blog I haven't done something like that in so long-)

StanXeno x Reader as high school friends turned sweethearts is everything to me, I am more than happy to indulge you.

You end up standing up for Xeno in the beginning of your freshman year when he's being bullied by your friends

They all roll their eyes and turn their noses up and tell you that he's a loser who isn't worth your protection.

You've gone to the same school as him your whole life

You just never ran in the same circles, so you never got to really talk to him before

But even still, you argue that he's actually pretty cool, and didn't they know he was your friend too?

Yeah, you totally hang out all the time when you aren't with them

Oh, prove it? Um, well, uh-

"He builds rockets!" You shout it after a quick, panicked scan, where you see a NASA pin on his backpack.

"We-we were even planning on setting one off this weekend!" You add, face burning with mild embarrassment.

You just hoped you weren't making things worse.

A teacher ends up breaking everything up, and sending you all on your way

After rushing out an apology, you practically run from him.

Your friends refuse to let you sit with them at lunch, leaving you flailing for somewhere else to go that wasn't already full

That's when a hand grabs your elbow, startling you.

Stanley Snyder, objectively the most beautiful boy in your grade, is who stands there.

"Sit with us," He says, giving you a little tug.

You let him drag your bewildered form away from the table of scowling former friends, all the way to the other side of the lunchroom.

Xeno looks up from his lunch when Stanley drops his stuff onto the table and sits across from him.

You hesitantly join them, sitting to the right of Stanley, just off from being directly across from Xeno

When you ask why they invited you to sit with them, Xeno raises an eyebrow and says, in the most casual way possible,

"We're friends, aren't we?"

You flush, but you don't argue.

You had been the one to make that claim

And never once, in the days that follow, do you regret it

You do, in fact, set off a small rocket that weekend

You find out, about a year and a half later, that that had been the day Xeno fell in love with you.

Stanley's affection came soon after, since you started spending every day with the two of them

There is an intense Mario Kart battle between the two of them that you don't know about that decides who gets to kiss you first

(Xeno won, though Stanley insists he threw the match on purpose)

I just know Ryusui's desiring your storytelling abilities lmao

How would you adjust? Would it be easy or hard for you? And would you be happy about scientific/societal progress as in restoring the old world? Would you say you're 100% on the side of Kingdom of Science or do you also vibe with Tsukasa's or Hyoga's or Xeno's (or anyone else's) philosophies?

Ryusui can desire more if he wants I mean *ahem*

Anyway.

I would not adjust well.

I have a lot of really bad sensory issues, which have the potential to be a huge problem in the stone world.

I'm pretty pro Senku and the Kingdom of Science, but I would definitely share concerns about old world corruption as society gets back on it's feet. Plus, the Earth just got back to her old self, and I'd worry about how quickly she'd get destroyed again.

Me? Promoting fanfics on Tumblr just to get new readers?

It's more likely than you think.

If it's not too personal, may I ask what your zodiac sign is?

I'm an Aries :')

Wait you do oc x cannon-

I can, yes!

I may just have questions about your oc!