Hi So My Nsfw Headcanon For Senku Is That He Is Ever So Slightly, Like Really Low-key Sadistic. Overstimulating

I saw someone say that Senku probably counts to keep from falling asleep out of pure anxiety and I can't find the post now but how fucking dare you put that idea in my head while I'm trying to write a fanfiction.

It's bad enough he's horrendously touch starved and desperately lonely.

I'm just rambling now as I'm thinking how equally cursed it was when everyone was turned in stone but after learning that the petrification can fix people's injuries and apparently their illnesses as we saw happen to Tsukasa's little sister, it can also be seen as blessing for those who also were permanently ill or injured so badly that even modern world doctors and experts aren't able to cure or even make the pain much easier for those who need to live with chronic pain and pain attacks or those treatments are so expencive that people can't afford it. The petrification and reviving process could literally perhaps fix even allergies or things like autoimmune disease and that could be seen as a blessing and-

...oh... I actually only now while writing this realized that the first petrification wave and the medusa device could become a subject of being worshipped as a saviour or start a cult in the new world among with people who don't know everything about the petrification device but people would DEFINITELY notice on their own how they are again back to health after being revived and make their own decisions to try to capture the medusa device for themself or when ever people are in need for miracle cure they want and get it to work.

The more people revived, the more likely someone would take it as their life mission to get their hands on working medusa to give cure for people and that power could lead to another interesting plotline if the one doing the good deeds would be someone who just wants people to be in dept for them and own a favor/material for them as a prize for the miracle cure.

I read the word cult and have immediately stamped my approval.

There is guaranteed to be a group of people who worship petrification and the medusa to an almost frightening degree.

After your horror post I though what if during the sailing to america KoS met up Sirens that started to lure others into the sea but they fail in the end as Senku doesn't give even one millimeter interest to Sirens and barely manages to save his companions!

Oh but you see

Senku can be affected. He very nearly is.

They offer him answers. Not love, not sex, answers. They sing that they know the secrets of petrification, that they can tell him anything he wants to know. They sing that if he just took their hands, they'd show him all the secrets of the world.

But that's also what saves him. Because Senku does want those things, but he wants to discover them for himself. He doesn't want to take the easy way out, because then he wouldn't get to have fun, he wouldn't get to do the one thing he loves doing most.

That's what snaps him out of it, milliseconds before one of the creatures can convince him to fall into the water.

When he lays eyes on a Siren for the first time, he has no idea what he's even looking at. He'd never considered the idea that something like this could happen. But then again, Sirens and Mermaids have been in human mythology for thousands of years. They had to come from somewhere. And though he'd prefer if they were just drunken hallucinations from ancient sailors, there's nothing he can do about it now.

Because he's looking a scientific anomaly in the face, and she and her sisters want to eat him and his friends.

His mind races, digging through memory after memory, trying to remember all those stories, searching for the way to defeat them without killing them.

Senku ends up running down to where their radio is, and uses it to shout across the ship as loud as he can, hoping to drown out the sound of the incessant song in the air, and manages to startle Taiju out of his reverie. Senku tells him to plug his ears, and help him herd the rest of the crew into one of the lower parts of the ship that didn't have windows.

That's where he gets his hands on Ryusui, who he literally has to shake until his eyes snap back into focus with one of his trademark laughs. The captain of the Perseus tells Senku that Sirens are tricky. That, assuming the things outside were the same ones from ancient myth, getting out of this wasn't going to be easy. Just because he broke free of their spell once, didn't mean they couldn't entrap him in another.

These things worked outside the realm of science and fact, so the only way to defeat them was to play the game by their rules. So Senku clogs his ears with some spare wax, and leaves Ryusui and Taiju in charge of looking after the rest of the crew.

He heads up to the deck, only to find the world silent.

No more singing, no more pretty words and false promises. His eyes scan the horizon, searching for the wing-ed women who had been attempting to lure him and his friends into the depths.

"I know you're still here," He says. "No way you gave up that easily."

Something like a laugh, muffled by the wax, then a body drops in front of him, crouching on the railing of the ship.

It's easy to ignore her nakedness when she's covered in feathers.

"There you are." Senku can't stop the grin that spreads over his face. She was frighteningly beautiful, all sharp claws and birdlike eyes.

The Siren mimics his grin, showing off equally sharp teeth.

She leaps from the railing to stand at her full height. She was his size, maybe a handful of centimeters taller. Her hand lashes out, grabbing his face and tilting it to the side, eyes narrowing at the wax in his ears. Her claws dig into the softness of his cheeks, drawing blood.

"Cheat." She spats, shoving him away hard enough to make him stumble, and before he can fully steady himself, she's closing the small distance again, her wings folding neatly behind her.

"Let's play a game," Senku says quickly, backing up more. "Things like you like games, right?"

She pauses, tilting her head.

"What game?" She asks.

"A question game. Whoever can't answer the others question first loses."

"What happens to the one that loses?"

"Easy," He says. "The loser has to do what the winner asks."

She lets out a thoughtful hum, head tilting the other way not. She truly looked like some kind of humanoid bird.

"Fine. Your question." She says finally.

"What are you doing here?" Senku asks.

"We have always been here," She says, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "My question. Where did you go?"

He blinks, then understands.

She and the rest of her sisters hadn't been affected by petrification because they weren't human. So as far as she knew, humans just suddenly disappeared for thousands of years.

"We turned to stone," He says. "How have you survived without humans? If I remember my stories, you usually eat us."

She rolls her eyes.

"Humans stopped being good food long before you 'turned to stone'." She says. "How did you come back?"

"Science," He says. When her eyes narrow, he continues. "The stone I was trapped in was eroded through contact with nitric acid, which came from the caves near where I was stuck." It was best to keep it simple for now.

"How do you convince humans to jump into the water?" He asks.

"By knowing what's in their hearts." She says with a shrug. Of course, it was something totally natural to her, just like breathing. She probably has no other way to explain it.

It was her turn now, but instead of shooting off another question quickly as she had been, she takes a moment to consider.

"What is your name?" She asks, finally.

"Senku," He says. "I'll ask the same question. What's your name?"

She gives it, but it's in a language he's never heard, spoken with an accent that makes him dizzy. He doesn't try to repeat it.

"Where are you going?" She asks.

"America, to get what we need to start saving more humans from their stone prisons." He catches the way her expression shifts, just slightly, at his words. She seems pleased.

Senku sucks in a breath, it was time to end the game, and he had the perfect question.

"Why did the Why-Man turn humanity to stone?"

"Cheat!" She snaps, baring her sharp teeth at the question he knew she couldn't really answer, despite what had been promised to him in the songs.

"The rule is that you have to answer until you can't anymore. I never said the questions had to be something you should already know," He grins at her.

Her eyes widen, her feathers puffing out and he knows he's pissed her off. She makes a noise, something similar to an angry trill.

Then, she laughs.

"You win." She says. "I do not know why your Why-Man took humans away."

"That means you have to do what I say now," He reminds her.

"Tell me, Se-en-kuu. What you want."

"To study you. I want you to stay with me and my Kingdom of Science, and let me learn everything about you."

Her eyebrows raise.

"Is that your true desire, Se-en-kuu?" She asks. "I know you want more."

"Sure, I want plenty of things. But this is what I'm asking you for," He says. She makes another trilling noise, this one less angry but still annoyed.

"Fine. I will stay with you and your people."

"No trying to eat anyone," He says. "I need every person in good health."

"That is more than you asked for."

"Wanna play again?"

She scoffs.

"No. You cheat. I will not harm your people."

"Good Siren."

"You are, as I have heard it said, treading on thin ice."

gnawing at the bars of my enclosure as I debate posting a soft touchstarved Dr STONE characters x reader headcanon list

Stanley Loverboy Snyder is girl dad material

I know it's been said already, I'm just repeating it

But Xeno is just as bad if that man had a daughter he'd be a menace

Tomura Shigaraki has OCD

Tomura Shigaraki has OCD

Tomura Shigaraki has Obsessive Compulsive Disorder

Tenko Shimura compulsively scratches whenever put under high stress situations, meaning its a soothing action not a logical one

Senku is not physically or athletically inept, and yes I will elaborate.

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Can you do a touch starved tsukasa x a male reader

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Tsukasa x male!Reader

The first time you touch him, he freezes, his whole body tensing at the sudden and unexpected contact. 

It had been such a nonchalant, casual thing for you. A simple hand on his arm while the two of you were talking. You hadn't even thought about what you'd done, or why you'd done it. It had just felt right in the moment. But you catch how still he goes, how startled he seems behind his usually calm expression. 

You mumble an apology as you pull away, earning yourself one of his small smiles and nods, along with a soft assurance that it was alright. 

"I'm just not used to it," He says. "Usually when I touch someone, it ends in violence." 

The second time you touch him, it's more purposeful. More cautious. You offer him your hand when he’s exhausted from training and slumped on a tree stump, telling him it was time to eat. 

He pauses, considers your hand, then takes it. 

The third time and fourth times you make contact, it's his decision. 

His hand comes down on your shoulder a little harder than he'd intended, startling you and causing you to almost mess up what you were doing. You look up over your shoulder at him, face flushing, the warmth of his palm heating your whole body. 

“Sorry to startle you,” He says, looking a little sheepish. “Mind if I join?” 

You nod, shifting over a bit so he can sit beside you, spreading himself just enough to let his knee bump against yours. Not that you minded, of course. 

“What are you working on?” He asks, leaning closer than one would expect from him. 

“Oh, uh, it's just a little personal project,” You say with a chuckle, turning the paper in your hands for him to see. 

His eyes flit across the page, taking in every line scrawled across it. 

“How impressive,” He says softly. “You must have a good memory to be able to do things like this.” 

You laugh, completely missing the way the sound lights up his expression for a moment.

“If you're impressed, then I must be doing a good job,” You say, grinning. 

“I agree.” 

He leaves you not too long after that, with a hesitant hand pressed between your shoulder blades for the shortest of moments before he walks off. 

The fifth time you touch, there's blood. 

It's everywhere, yet he looks so calm. You keep your hands pressed into his side, eyes wide, as you try to process what happened. It had been so fast. One minute, you were collecting herbs for Senku, the next Tsukasa was next to you, taking a bite to the ribs directly from a wild animal that had snuck up on you. 

Nothing but rapid apologies spill from your lips. You should have been paying more attention, should have noticed the danger before it got too close. But you were exhausted after too many long nights staring up at the ceiling begging for sleep to come. All you could do was thank the heavens that Tsukasa had been nearby, otherwise it could be you bleeding all over the place right now. 

You insist that he lean on you as you head back to get him treated, so that he doesn’t agitate his injured side. He chuckles, reminds you that he’s had worse, but does it anyway.

You don’t know what exactly changes in him after that, but every time you make contact afterwards, it feels almost like he’s come to find your touch as a new comfort. Something he not just wants, but needs. 

Whenever you sit or stand close to him, you find him shifting closer, letting his shoulder or knee press lightly against yours, he becomes the first to offer you high-fives when you do something cool, and whenever he approaches you from behind, he’ll press a hesitant hand to your upper back so as to not startle you. 

It becomes so constant, yet you just can’t get used to it. He stays physically distant from everyone else, so what exactly was it that made you so special? Had you done something? Did he just like you more than everyone else? 

If only he wasn’t so hard to read. You could ask him, you suppose, but how exactly do you bring that up in casual conversation without accidentally causing him to distance himself from you again? 

You rub at your face with a sigh. Your head was killing you, and your vision was starting to get hazy. A nap would be perfect right now. Some sleep might just help you put your thoughts in order. 

“Whoa-hey!” A pair of hands grabs you, catching you just as your knees give out. You blink several times, looking up at your savior. 

“Tsukasa,” You say, more to confirm it to yourself that it was him looking at you with a worried expression. 

“Are you alright?” He asks, still holding on to you. 

“I think so,” You say. “I’m just tired. I was gonna go try to lay down for a minute or ten.” 

“Let me help you.” 

“Oh, no, Tsukasa I’m fine-oh!” Your breath catches in your throat when your body is lifted with ease. Tsukasa situates you in his arms, holding you close to his chest like you were a prince in distress. 

“I don’t mind,” He says. “Carrying you like this is easy, and I’d much prefer to know you made it to bed alright.” 

You just nod, flustered and red-faced. As he carries you towards your sleeping quarters, you catch sight of Yuzuriha, who gives you two thumbs up, silently rooting for you. 

Senku raises an eyebrow at the two of you as you pass him, and you swear you see Gen grinning like some wicked fox.