#ken/reader

[tweedracer]

Hi! I saw you wanted some barbie prompts so I had a idea.

What if Ken meets someone in the real world and he instantly found them attractive, they end up complimenting him which makes him want them even more to where he forgets the whole patriarchy ordeal and just wants them to love him because they didn’t just ignore him.

💖 Meeting RG!Ken in the Real World 💖

(RG!Ken x Human!Reader)

💖 SO YOU DEFINITELY MEET THIS GUY WHILE HE’S IN DAVY CROCKETT MIDDLE SCHOOL’S LIBRARY. You’ve been working there a few months as a librarian and while it wasn’t exactly your passion it was something that filled your schedule and kept half-decent food on the kitchen table so you wouldn’t complain.

💖 “Hi! Would you point me in the direction of the Horses and Patriarchy section?” The cheerful voice made you look up from where you were hunched over at the painfully old computer- double checking that all of the due books had been checked in.

💖 “Excuse me?” You said, completely flabbergasted by both the words and looks of the man who stood opposite your desk. He was tall; with golden blonde hair and sun-kissed skin he would be strikingly handsome were it not for the ridiculous cowboy outfit he was donned in. (Who were you kidding? He was still ridiculously attractive even with the costume).

💖 “Would you point me in the direction of the Horses and Patriarchy section of this library” he repeated with another charming smile, leaning forwards to rest his chin in his hands.

💖 “That’s…” you started slowly, brows furrowed in a way that made his chest feel weird and tingly. “We don’t have a section for Horses and the Patriarchy.” You explained as gently as you could, eyeing around in hopes of finding the poor excuse for a security officer that usually took his lunch in here despite the obvious ‘no eating in the library’ signs posted around.

💖 The man’s handsome face wilted a bit and for a moment you felt a little guilty for not being able to indulge his ridiculous request. “Oh! Silly me- could you point me in the direction of the Horse Section first? I’ll go to the Patriarchy section after” He said, chipper once again.

💖 “We… don’t have a just Horses section either..” you said again, watching as the man seemed to actually wither, crumbling forwards till his head was against the cold wood of your work desk.

💖 “Do you have a Patriarchy section?” He whimpered, looking up at you from where he’d half collapsed dramatically against your desk- blue eyes glassy and filled with so so much emotion considering the circumstances.

💖 When you shook your head he nearly wailed, sinking further till he was almost entirely on the floor- fringe out of place and hat askew. You stood up to peer over your desk, looking down at the handsome man near-crying on your library floor.

💖 You glanced around, thankfully it was lunchtime for the kids so almost everyone was outside enjoying the sunny Los Angeles afternoon, leaving your room mostly empty. You gnawed on your lips nervously for a few moments before making a decision.

💖 “I can help you find some books on horses though.. and the patriarchy?” You offered, not entirely sure what you were getting yourself into as he jumped up, smiling eagerly and leaning forwards till his face was a few inches away from yours.

💖 “You’d do that for me?” He said with so much awe and amazement you’d think you offered to hang the stars for him.

💖 “…Yeah?” It was your job after all, even if this man was definitely not a student or staff member as far as you knew. Maybe he was a substitute teacher (yeah… right)

💖 But the way his whole face lit up joyfully at something as small as helping him find books made your heart give a little skip in your chest.

💖 You guide him around, pointing out a few books that were somewhat relevant (though he really only seemed interested in grabbing the ones with lots of pictures). Standing next to him you noticed he… really didn’t have a sense of personal space- the man would lean close everytime you spoke up to offer your help in locating relevant books, big baby-blue eyes staring into yours as he hung on to every word you said, nodding enthusiastically.

💖 You felt your cheeks and ears warm go warm at all the attention, occasionally stumbling on a word or two and chewing on your lip nervously between sentences- eyes darting around to anything but the absolute ray of sunshine in front of you.

💖 “Why are you doing that?” He asked innocently, leaning forwards into your space again with only the flimsy spine of Horses, by Ryan Bessin to protect you.

💖 “Doing what?” You said, trying to sound collected and professional though your gaze was still elsewhere, skimming over the names and authors. You jumped a little when you felt him reach out to gently prod at your lip, freeing it from the grasp of your teeth.

💖 “You’re chewing on your lip” he started, unconsciously mirroring the action on his own face. His blue eyes were focused so intensely on your lips and he felt that weird flutter in his chest again. What was that? A side effect of the real world?

💖 “Oh sorry I do that when I’m” you waved your hand vaguely for a moments, waiting till he finally looked away from your mouth to meet your gaze. “Nervous.”

💖 His head tilted in confusion and you were unable to look at him and not see an absolutely adorable, floppy-eared golden retriever puppy. “You’re nervous? Why?” He sounded so genuine and you swear to god he needed to stop looking at you with so much kindness and interest or you may just explode.

💖 “You’re just” you grip tight to the book, “-you’re very… handsome” (and intense) you started again, cheeks warming even more when his face seemed to light up like the Fourth of July- a huge grin splitting his face. “I think there’s another book that might interest you over here!” Frantically you change the subject, thrusting the book forwards and trying (and failing) not to notice just how solid his abs were.

💖 He followed you eagerly, still smiling at you with those weirdly perfect teeth and that shamelessly attentive expression. “Thank you so much, Barbie!”

💖 You looked over your shoulder at him, bewildered. “That’s? Not my name?” You said with a confused but genuine smile. Was it supposed to be some type of weird compliment?

💖 The man blinked, baffled for a few moments before he seemed to remember something. “Oh! Sorry! Force of habit” he laughed, looking bashful as he fingered the pages of the book he held.

💖 (And you definitely didn’t let your gaze slip to those deft, elegant looking hands. Broad and masculine but spared any callous or freckle- his tanned skin nearly perfect)

💖 “So… why exactly are you looking for books on the Patriarchy and Horses?”

💖 He blinked a few times at your question, looking down at the books in his arms as though he’d forgotten they were there for a moment. His smile brightened marginally, and he picked up one of the books at random- The Origins of Patriarchy, waving it loosely in front of your face. “Oh! So I’m learning about this super awesome thing called The Patriarchy”

💖 He almost immediately noticed the slight downward tilt of your lips- and the resulting twist in his chest was not like the fluttering sensations from earlier. No this was… icky- this feeling was unpleasant (something he didn’t actually have a lot of context for) and all he could think of was getting that look off of your face as fast as possible.

💖 “But- uh that’s beside the point!” As flippantly as possible he tosses the book over his shoulder with a bashful laugh. You winced, knowing you’d have to put that up later, but the man didn’t seem to notice; too busy looking at you with those big blue eyes and leaning against the bookshelf.

💖 “O-Okay?” You said, blinking rapidly at him as you chewed nervously on your lip again, trying not to squirm under the pure fascination in his gaze, completely unaware of the rapidly shifting priorities of the man in front of you.

💖 “Oh my name is Ken! Hey- what size rollerblades do you wear by the way?”

[whisperedfantasy]

The Sweetest Sounds: Chapter 1

Pairing: Ken/F!Reader Genre: Idolverse, Romance, Slow burn Rating: M (eventually) Word Count: 3,277 General content warnings for whole series: misogyny(a little, as a treat), possessiveness, alcohol use, sexual themes, (eventual) D/S. More warnings will be added if applicable.

Description: You and your good friend Jaehwan are cast in the upcoming musical Rodgers and Hammerstein's Cinderella. Little do either of you know, the romance is not exclusive to the stage. In your line of work, where reality often blurs, will your feelings come to the surface or remain fiction? AN: This piece of fiction is loosely based off of Ken's appearance in the 2015 production of Cinderella. All depictions of real people are based off of public personas only and in no way reflect real life. Please be warned that although the chapters start off PG-13, the plan is to delve into more mature themes. i.e. smut. ---

You

While cleaning off your goopy toothbrush, you hear your phone vibrating on the end table in your bedroom. Irritated, you rush back in. The first meeting of the day wasn't for another hour or so. You yawn and rub your eyes while picking up the phone. You see his name as they adjust. Jaehwan Oppa. "Hello—" "Good morning, Cinderella!" You rip the phone away as he belts into your ear. Delicately, you ease the phone back up and you clear your throat. "Alright, what gives? Since when are you coherent at this hour? And don't you mean Sleeping Beauty?" The man on the other line chuckles, returning to a more expected volume. "No, Y/N. I mean you booked the role, for the musical, Cinderella."

"Excuse me?" Your brain buzzes as if it's on a dial-up connection. Suddenly, the questions pour from your mouth before you can think of them. "Why isn't my manager telling me this? How did you know I even auditioned?" Your eyes roll as you hear the most overacted disappointment Jaehwan is capable of. "I know, wait till Seokjin hears about this too. He'll be just devastated." The dork's final word stretches to impose guilt. The corners of your mouth perk up. He always knew how to make you smile. Good thing this wasn't a video call. "Oh my sincerest apologies, but you've both been busy with your recent comebacks. Care to answer my other question?" His voice perks up again, drawing out his words to build anticipation. "Well, I just got out of a meeting with my manager, casting director, the like. They broke the news to me that they had put you down after your audition—" "Why—" "Can I finish?" His voice rises to a shriek, your phone once again briefly rips from your ear. "Go ahead." "I was having this meeting, because I've been cast as Christopher. I just found out myself, and they told me who my opposite is gonna be." He pauses. "You. We'll be working together on stage!" The plush texture of the carpet nearly kisses your jaw. Feeling the silence linger, you feel the need to fill the space. More questions spill from your mouth. "What?! How did you even find the time to audition? I mean don't get me wrong, I'm happy for you—for both of us—and I'm sure you nailed the audition, but—" Jaehwan's words seem to catch you. "Y/N, it's okay, slow down," he says, a warm giggle in his voice. "My manager saw how much I enjoyed acting in Chess and thought this might be a nice break from my normal schedule. And an opportunity to challenge my oh-so-charming voice." Despite the hyperbole, he isn't wrong. He's still early in his career and already has one of the best singing voices in the industry. Guess this is only fitting for someone with his kind of talent. The two of you have bonded over the stage plenty of times as well. This would likely, hopefully, be a good experience. A sigh of relief slowly exits your body. If you had known you landed the role, you might have gotten a bit more sleep. "Well, I suppose that's what my meeting was gonna be about. Thanks for that. I'm sure we'll work hard and have plenty of fun with it." "You bet. I could hardly contain myself, but try to fake a surprise for your team though, huh? For my sake?" A nervous, forced laughter comes from your phone speaker. He clears his throat. "But uh, I was gonna ask. Would you be free anytime today or tomorrow to talk about the show a bit more? I wanna hear about your audition and talk game plans." "Game plans? Uh, yeah, I should be free in the early evening. Only have a few things on the calendar today. You wanna come over?" You pause, considering. "Around 4:30?" He hardly lets you finish before popping back in. "I'm there! Say, what size shoe do you wear?" "Goodbye." You hang up the phone and throw it onto the bed.

The news hits you full force. You did it. You booked. You're going to be playing Cinderella. And Lee Jaehwan is going to be your prince.

As the latter realization hit, your shaking hands begin to cover your face. A pathetic attempt to hide. A small, ever-conspicuous part of you exploded with butterflies. Then, familiar and engrossing nausea. A nausea you've barely repressed since Jin introduced you to Jaehwan's sickeningly sweet smile three years ago. And his deep, piercing eyes you could drown in anytime they caught you in their crosshairs. And—

Letting your thoughts wander wouldn't help you get through the day, or this role. After slowly peeking out between your fingers, you do your best to shake it all off and finish getting ready for your meeting. Who knows how you're going to fake a surprise in this state. Fuck. --- Alright. Clothes changed, makeup removed, you don't smell. The polite amount of snacks are spread across the coffee table. Your fellow members are otherwise occupied. Surely this is the best case scenario. Except it isn't. If it was, you and Jaehwan wouldn't be playing love interests on stage. It shouldn't be a big deal, you've appeared together on the job. You've spent your free time together, both with others and alone. This should be as normal as normal gets in your life. So why don't you feel that way? You know why. Ever since he emerged fresh from his debut you've admired him. 4:28. What if he got caught up at work? You start tapping your foot with your breath caught in your lungs. What if he got in an accident? What if? God, why am I asking myself all these questions? I'm so annoying. That's probably why he isn't— Bzzzzzzzt. Your phone again. Is he here? You snatch it from the coffee table.

Nope. It's Seokjin. Worldwide Oppa: Y/N! So ecstatic to hear you got the part! I always knew you were a princess in disguise. And don't worry, my wounds are healing just fine. ;-) 4:28PM What a goof. You: Ahaaaaaaaa. Thanks, appreciate the support as always <3 Truly beside myself to hear about your damages, but I guess I just lost track of time. >;) 4:28PM Worldwide Oppa: Oof. My ego. Nah, that's alright. I get busy too. Already have my front row ticket for opening night though, gotta be there for you two. All part of the job, of course. 4:29PM You shake your head. Jin's a pillar of sincerity and loyalty. Well, they both are. It feels nice to have that. You: lol well we don't even have scripts, so there's definitely no tickets for sale yet. But Oppa and I will pull as many strings as necessary for you to sit exactly where you need to. :) 4:30PM Your muscles begin to loosen, if only for a moment. You have some damn good friends celebrating you. A loud banging invades your eardrums accompanied by a startling "Y/N-a," somehow echoing through your dorm despite coming from the hall. "Let me in, please!" ---

Jaehwan Jaehwan repeatedly thwops his head onto the seat rest. "Can't we go any faster?" He forces an exaggerated sigh.

Hakyeon crosses his arms. "How much faster do you expect us to go in bumper-to-bumper traffic? How long have you lived in this city?" Here comes the lecture. "I wish you were as timely about work meetings that don't involve her. Are we not pretty enough for you? Hmm?" Jaehwan stutters. "I'm just excited about being on the stage again. Can't a guy dream?" His senses are overwhelmed by the sheer amount of metal death traps outside. "I thought you'd be happy about my work ethic. My opportunities." His leader shoots an evil eye in his direction. "I am, but you didn't have to wake up the whole dorm this morning while serenading your opportunities." Brushing Jaehwan's shoulder with his own, he smirks. Hyuk chimes in. "You know, you might have Y/N fooled, but we see through your pointless facade." His eyebrow raises, ready to pounce. "You really should just plant one on her before someone else does. She's a cutie." Jaehwan's whining becomes a yell as his insecurity flares. "Shut up!" He startles the driver, who truly should be used to this by now. Maybe he did like you? Was that a crime? So what if his heels rise every time you enter the room, it's good for stretching! "Enough." Hakyeon warns, trying to avoid a car wreck. Hyuk buries himself into his seat and mumbles just loud enough for others to hear. "Chicken shit." Jaehwan taps his foot. "Look, hyung, we're practically at her dorm now, can't I just bounce here?" He says, relenting his due respect. "I have my mask, sunglasses, everything. No one's gonna see me." Hakyeon shuts him down. "Absolutely not. What if someone follows our car? Are you going to take responsibility for that, brat?" Taekwoon waves his hand dismissively. "Just let him go, it's fine." Hakyeon grows quiet. Jaehwan sneakily opens his door at the next red light. "Gonna take that as a yes, see you guys at home!" His heart is thumping in his ribs before he even starts to run. He's not even late, time has just been dragging all. day. long. Guess it couldn't hurt, he thinks, passing a flower shop on the way. He wouldn't be late. Not this time. Jaehwan addresses the shopkeeper on his way out. "Hey, thanks again! She's gonna love them!" He hurries towards his destination. He's all smiles, at least until he enters the lobby. Instead of VIXX's Ken, he envisions himself as Prince Christopher, standing on the steps of the palace with a slipper made of glass in his unsteady hand. If it were to drop, things would surely change for the worse. He's survived on a diet of stolen glances and regurgitated confidence until now. His members know it, Seokjin knows it, he knows it. The masked idol drags his heavy chest into the elevator. He can't admit his feelings, not until he improves. He has to be the man you deserve. Do you even feel a sliver of the way he does for you? Would you even bother waiting for him, if so? Or will he always just be silly, goofball Jyani? The doubt seems neverending. Jaehwan and his chest stumble onto your floor. Just a regular hangout. He asked for this. He stands at the door for what seems like an eternity. Frozen. "C'mon, Jyani, get a grip!" He takes his mask off before his palm begins slamming against the door. "Y/N-a! Let me in, please!" ---

You Taken by surprise, you hurry to the door. You can do this. It's just Jaehwan. You're used to hanging out without letting your heart bleed. After twisting the doorknob open, you see him standing there, still with his typical makeup and press uniform on. Towering over you. Ignoring that his arms are behind his back, you look him up and down and chuckle. "Thanks for stopping by, Ken-ssi. No collar this time?" He looks puzzled, so you point to his perfectly done hair and makeup. Jaehwan nods his head in realization. "Ah no, had to leave it with the stylist." He shrugs his shoulders before bringing his arms in front of you, bowing his head just a smidge, avoiding eye contact. "These are for you. I hope we work well together in the future." In front of you is a beautiful bouquet of white roses surrounded by baby's breath, wrapped with vibrant royal blue cloth. Arms hugging your torso with discomfort and eyebrows practically glued to your bangs, you move forward to get a better look. "Oh, Oppa, you really didn't have to—" He puts a palm in the air, stopping you. "Nothing a friend wouldn't do when finding out about your new opportunity." He stutters. "It was no trouble, really." You can feel your eyes unfocus into one of the petals. Right. Friends. This is what friends do. Of course. You knew that. "They're beautiful," you say sincerely, before looking up to attempt to meet his face with a gentle smile. "Thank you, just wish I would have thought to do the same. Dinner's on me?" "Sure…" he looks down at the roses, "never gonna pass up a free meal." The already very well-off idol declares. "Gonna find some water for these though, alright?" Humming a sound of agreement, you close the door as he rummages through your cabinets. He's been here enough to know where to look. "Ah—" He snaps his fingers, finding a suitable vase, then filling it with water. After moving the flowers to a nearby window, he motions to the hallway. "You have enough makeup wipes for me to take my face off?" While he's making his way towards the bathroom, you reply, "Yep. If not, they're in the cabinet." "Thank you~" His belting voice echoes through the hallway and into the bathroom. You can't help but laugh. While bringing your volume up to match his antics, you pull out your phone. "How goes the promotions?" Your body rests against the wall, pulling up your favored delivery app. Jaehwan's voice gets even louder to accommodate the faucet turning on. "Pretty fantastic, all things considered." You hear some splashes. "Even the b-sides are getting recognition from the charts, more Starlight babies every day." Chained Up was getting plenty of attention in the public eye, and it wasn't just due to the unexpected visuals. VIXX's talent and work ethic was really paying off, and you were happy to see things work out so well for your seniors. Jaehwan steps out from the bathroom, patting his face dry with a towel. He shakes his hair out of his face before rapidly blinking his eyes. You're relieved the room feels more quiet again. He says something that you don't quite catch due to seeing his bare face displaying his natural beauty. Somehow something so simple, so normal to you every other day, is setting off fireworks in your eyes. "Y/N?" Jaehwan's voice pops your bubble. "What was on you agenda today? Don't tell me you're ignoring me." His plump lips pout a half smile at you before eyeing down the snacks on the coffee table. "Me? Never. You insult my manners, good sir." Dramatically matching his own game with a curtsy, you recover. "Ah, well, aside from that meeting, nothing exciting." You sit down on the couch, him following your lead to the recliner. "Just the typical rehearsal and team meetings." Tossing him your phone to order, you continue, "Jin oppa texted me earlier to congratulate us, which was nice. Him and the boys seem to be swamped this month." "Sounds like Bangtan. He's always got his hands full when a comeback comes around." Jaehwan hands your phone back, and you see a payment confirmation screen.

Staring at it, your face sours and you mumble. "I said I was treating you." "It's not your job to pay for me." He frowns and stares at the floor. "I'm your Oppa and it's your first musical." A few moments of silence go by before he pipes up. "So, what song did you use to bewitch the casting director?" You look back up at Jaehwan's face that just won't give you a break today. "Somewhere That's Green for the first round, then for the callback they asked for In My Own Little Corner." You put your phone onto the coffee table, still a bit irritated by his previous action "About 40 minutes, by the way." Jaehwan nods in oblivious approval. "I like it, sounds like you made the right choice." Tapping his leg, not meeting your eyes, he continues. "I went with Edelweiss for the first round, then they had me do some segments from Ten Minutes Ago but then also Agony from Into the Woods?" He looks back and away from you, hesitating. "Guess they wanted to hear me yearn, I dunno." "Your range lends well to yearning, you shouldn't be surprised." You start fidgeting with your nails while ignoring the heat of your blush loosening you up. "What racks my brain, though, is why they didn't do a chemistry test for the first pair to play the characters." Jaehwan reaches for a drink. "Well, we've done variety together and our friendship is known, so they likely saw what they needed to. And they know we have the talent." He twists the cap off. "Saves them money, too. You know the drill." Corporations being corporations, a practice you knew all too well with the part you play. Still though, was your chemistry with Jaehwan, or Ken, impressive enough to warrant full confidence? The thought lingers for a moment before passing. Maybe others saw what you didn't. Maybe your members comments about him weren't just teasing. Were you dense? You cut yourself off before you slip into yet another daydream. Jaehwan claps his hands together gently. "Anyway," voice perking up. "Since we don't have our scripts yet, shall we practice the songs while we wait? I imagine it'll be harder after we stuff our faces." He pats his stomach and sulks. "Bloated burps will harm my precious charm." Taking a sip of water, you bring up lyrics on the television while chuckling at his sentiment. As if harming his precious charm was even possible. "Probably best to do that now, yeah." After joining him in some vocal warmups, you stare him down for a challenge. "Show me what you've got, Christopher." Jaehwan cracks his knuckles. "Oh you don't know what you just got yourself into, Princess." Princess. You liked the sound of that coming from his mouth. A chill runs up your back, but not quite goosebumps. The two of you practice the expected songs from your upcoming musical. Every note Jaehwan sings, your heart flutters. As your voices swell, your heels rise. His voice hypnotizes you. Your shared craft brings you closer by the second. When your eyes connect, cool glass forms around your feet. Jaehwan's clothes blur into a dashing white cravat and coat. As your armor begins to fracture, the sharp sound of plastic against wood jolts you back to reality. Clearing the blissful haze from your mind, you're unsure if the front desk just ruined your night or saved it.

You go down together to retrieve your spoils. After returning with the bags, he moves the flowers to the dining room table as you sit down. The first few bites in and his muffled lilting sounds express his delight. If he noticed your near-undoing, he doesn't mention it. Once the meal is complete Jaehwan helps himself to your rubber gloves and prepares to wash the dishes. As you clear the tables, you can't help but steal short glances at him. Realizing the gloves are the same shade of blue as the roses were wrapped in, you stare for just a moment too long. Before you know it he's looking your way with a reassuring grin tugging one side of his mouth. Your first foray as Cinderella lingers in your mind once the night ends. Thoughts of being Jaehwan's anything, much less his princess, seems impossible. Your rehearsal replays in your mind over and over again as you stumble into bed. While instinctively gripping the nearest pillow, you allow yourself to get just a little lost before the real thing starts next week. Today has opened a box that you can't close. It was just as glorious as it was terrifying.

[lilaccmilk]

ok but think about….men who get carried away when they kiss you. their breathing gets heavier, grip gets harder, and suddenly they cannot let go of your lips.

Pulling you back into them if you even think about pulling away. Air? Who is she? They kiss you like you’re the last breath of air on earth, kissing you like they’ve been drowning forever, and you’re the first gasp of air breaking through their lungs—a desperate, consuming need.

Their hands roaming over your body, keeping you in place, keeping you agonizingly close. You know that it will bruise, but you don’t mind. How can you when they’re kissing you with such fervor? You try and make some distance, but all you get is a warning nip in your lower lip. But oh, when their hands reach your face, they hold you so tenderly, like you’re a dream they’re afraid to let slip away.

And when it gets too much—their teeth pulling your lips, chasing after you in a guttural groan, you try to pull away. To just breathe, even if it’s for a second. But as soon as you do that they dive back in, pulling you flush against them, almost whimpering, mindless babbles.

“no no, no. pretty you don’t get to do that, don’t go away. come back here. i’m so, so fucking lucky to have you. so sweet, you’re so sweet for me.”

And then they finally pull away, a saccharine string of saliva connecting your lips to theirs. It’s honestly filthy, but all you can think about is breathing, and you’re breathing them in, their scent clouding your senses. Their forehead resting against yours and then they smile. They smile as if they haven’t completely mushed your thoughts.

“I love you, pretty girl.”

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Narrow the gap between you and me Our breath briefly touches, true up Faster in this sweet space- Taste // Lee Know, Felix, Hyunjin

Yuji Itadori, Yuta Okkotsu, Satoru Gojo, Rafayel & Sylus (L&DS), Ken Sato + your favs!

also: merman boyfriend (because duh.)

[jupitereleven]

new obsessions unlocked: ken sato.

[pixelscutz]

THINGS JJK MEN SAY IN BED ❦ !

GOJO SATORU

aw, you’re so cute when you’re slutting yourself out for my fucking cock, baby,”

“awe come on don't go zoning out on me now~"

“ahhh- don’t hide that gorgeous face, i wanna see ya,”

“f-fuck.. your soso nasty, aren’t ya?”

“w-woah.. such a- fucking- slut..”

“hell-yes.. god..”

"come for me baby,"

"i'll cum in you and if it spills we can start all over again." “oh - fuck yes! i’m gonna - c-cum into you -”

“i wanna see my wifey get all dumb ‘n stupid while she’s ridin’ me, heh.”

CHOSO

mngh- you’re squeezin’ down on me, baby. don’t think ‘m gonna last.”

“right there- ooh! k- keep fuckin’ me there, baby.”

“god- when you whine my name, ‘s so hot,”

m gonna fuckin’ cum. s- shit, your pussy’s gonna…..fuck.”

“fuckmefuckfuckmeee,

“mmmph.”

“f- fuck,”

“you can be a little messier, baby,” .“

‘m cummin’ baby. hah- cum with me, be my messy girl.

c’mon,” ‘m gonna stuff you fuller,”

"w-wanna do this all the time. every day, baby,"

RYOMEN SUKUNA

"such a good girl, you're a natural submissive, aren't you? or maybe you just loved being fucked like the slut you are."

"gonna fuck you like this till I’ve had my fill, got that?"“fuck- what a mess,” “attaaaa girl,

“hah-look at how dumb you get,”

“wonder who’s nastier. youor this sloppy worthless pussy. hnnnm.”

“mng- ‘s fuckin’ good. ‘kuna fuck me, fuck m—mmph,”

“y’er a nasty one,”

“mhm. keep that pretty mouth shut. all i wanna hear is how fuckin’ messy you get under here,”

“aw, your legs are gettin’ weak. tappin’ out, princess?”

“i want to break you, i want you to be nothing but a shell.”

“ffuckkk - coming !”

“but while we’re at it, little one. let’s see if you can squirt with two of me in you.”

KENTO NANAMI

“such a pretty thing. even prettier inside, ‘s like she’s trying to answer for you,”

“fucking—shit, angel, slow down,”

“n-no need to go so fast. let me guide you instead, princess,”

“there it is, that's right, let it out.”

"fuuuck, you're so warm... I'm gonna cum soon..."

"You look so pretty like this, yeahhh, one more, you can do it."

“that’s my girl,”

"aw, is my wife cumming again?"

"show your husband how much you miss him."

" 'm gonna make you mine— my wife."

“ i love you, my wife."

[holeforzenin]

A/n wrote this at 5am so I apologize for any errors! <3 also it's poorly written but I hope you guys still like it.

Yk what fucking drives me crazy the most?

Sweet innocent looking men that treats you so well, I'm talking like he writes you cute poems, follows you around everywhere like a lost puppy and gets all flustered and shy when you want to go to Victoria secret to get new bras and panties but he still goes in with you anyways with his hand clinging onto your arm instead of just leaving because anything for you!!. The way his face melts into your hand whenever you'd cup his cheeks, looking at you with those innocent puppy dog eyes then he places a gentle kiss on your hand. Like he's just such a cutie you know? He'd let you do his makeup and let you baby him and feed him. Literally just anything you want he'd do it and lets you do. Whatever makes you happy.

And that same sweet innocent guy would have you against the wall, his strong arms holding you up, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as he slams his hips against you, each thrust pushing you higher and higher against the wall as he let you drop back down on his fat cock after, and he's even noisier than you are, loud whimpers and groans escaping his lips as he stares at your face, feeling satisfied and happy that his thick cock is the reason for your cute fucked out expression and sweet moans that are like music to his ears. Your nails leaving long red marks on his shoulders and back that he's sooo proud of having, he loves it when you do that, it's like a reward to him for making you feel good. His big strong arms pressing your legs back even further up so your knees raised up by your shoulders, giving him a deeper angle as his cock brushed against the right spots inside you that made you see stars to the point where you can't even think straight.

"O-oh fuck! baby, need you to cum ple-ase, fuck! please, wanna see you make a mess on my cock please I'm begging you princess", his voice cracks as he whimpers it out to you. The sweet and innocent needy tone in his voice compared to his rough pounding like he fucking hates you and had to prove it was all it took for you to cream around him, nails digging deeply into his back as he's practically making out with your neck, kissing and sucking on the tender flesh, leaving a bunch of purple and red marks that's definitely going to make him all fluttered and shy when he sees them in a few hours, remembering about what happened earlier. His eyes rolling back when he feels you coating his cock with your cream and dripping all over him.

"Ngh! Oh fuck, Tha-nk you! Thank you so much, gon-na cum!". He cries out. Your toes curling as he sped up his pace, hammering his cock in a reckless pace into your poor cunt, his thick cock head kissing your cervix with each one of his deep thrusts as he greedily chases his orgasm. He made sure to have his cock so deep inside of you to the hilt so he can fill you up full of his cum as he painted your tight walls white, thick ropes of cum spurting out of his cock, stuffing your hungry cunt full as he lets out a shaky groan while planting his face in your neck. He starts breathing heavily, panting against your neck as you felt his cock twitching inside of you. And you know what? He slowly pulls it out of you, being sooo careful that he doesn't spill any cum as he grips on your thighs even tighter before getting on his knees and eating all of his cum out of your filthy stuffed cunt like the good boy he is, after all its his mess and well, yours also but he doesn't mind! he just wants to make it easier for you to clean you know? :(

Choso, Izuku, Armin,Yuuta, Zentisu, Kirishima, Yuuji, Kaneki, Toge.

[shari-berri]

Ken would 110% say “This one’s for you Barbie”, shoot the basketball, and end up knocking himself out somehow

[mukbangg]

Ken sato drunk...?

I imagine he's a clingy pouty drunk.

(I wrote this after a whole bottle of red wine)

Kenji Sato, legendary baseball star, Ultimate hero of Japan as The Ultraman, and....currently tearing up while clinging to your waist.

"Keeennnn!!"

You huffed, waddling with the extra weight on you to the bedroom you both shared.

"Baaabbyyyy!!!"

He whined back in the same tone, face rubbing into your warmth as if he wants to merge with you.

He's been babbling on about his team, his work, Emi, his dad, crying for your attention for the last thirty minutes since he got home reeking of beer.

All while you attempted to get him to the bathroom.

You've tried coaxing him, sweet-talking him with honeyed words and promises of cuddles, of breakfast in bed and as many kisses and attention he wants but....to no avail.

"Stoop pushin- me- awaayy- "

The man himself whimpers, nuzzling into your side, teary eyes squinting as his face scrunched and his ridiculously plump lips pouted in a way that tugs at your heart.

"You hate me!"

His brows knits, weight falling completely onto you as he topples you onto the ground.

"Kenji,"

You deadpanned, rolling onto your back, arms folded across your face.

One, two, his wet sniffles.

You glance down in defeat as he crawls up the length of your body, whimpering something under his breath, and buries his face into your neck.

His warm tears wet your neck and you rub his back, sighing.

"We need to get your cleaned up, ken,"

"I missed you baby- hic- so much- so mu-cchhh-"

Your fingers scratched at his scalp, running through his hair.

"Its just so- hic-hard- I missed you- I miss-hic-"

His muffled wails vibrates against your neck, lips sloppily kissing up to your jaw.

You let him whine for abit before tugging gently at his hair.

"I know, Ken baby, I know. But let's get you a warm shower and bed hmm?"

You craned your neck to peck at his hairline.

"I'll give you all the cuddles you way, 'kay?"

He lifts his head groggily, lidded eyes brimming with tears as he swallow hard.

There's a long pause as he tried to deduce your sincerity, before he purses his lips and drags himself off you like a petulant child.

"....mmkay,"

You sat up, offering him a gentle smile as you ruffle his hair.

"Good boy, Kenji,"

[eraserbread]

PART 2 OF THE POSTPARTUM FIC PLSSSS UR WRITING IS AMAZING

click 4 context ✧

→ sexually explicit, f!receiving oral, pillow talk, ken's weird obsession w pregnancy, squirting

you click the door shut, and the sound is so featherlight it's almost lost on you

finally, after five attempts, your three-week old daughter is asleep, sprawled out on her stomach in her bassinet. you and kento don't utilize her room very often, preferring she sleep in a bed-attached cradle so she's always close.

tonight, though, you had intentions.

intentions she had to be dead asleep to accomplish.

intentions standing shirtless at the kitchen sink, cleaning after cooking dinner.

"put it down, i'll finish it later." you're crowding him, pulling his warm, soapy hands out of the water and into yours.

"why?" your husband purrs, voice low and lost in the dampness of the shared air. you're pushing for attention, nuzzling in his hard back, kissing the bare, warm skin.

"because rin is finally asleep, and i want you." you're kissing him again, damn near humping the bulk of his thigh. "it's been so lonely without you all day."

kento is leaning back into your touch, humming soft vibrations through his body. when your kisses land on his shoulder blade, he peeks over at you. "really?"

"mhm... i want it, please."

kento takes your intertwined hands, crossing them over the front of his waist. he's guiding them against his dipping pelvis, across his faint happy trail until they're settled over the deep bulge pushing his loose pants. you're fucking moaning into his skin, clawing at your treat like a stubborn child.

"it's so wet." kento's eating you alive in bed, cradling your leg over his shoulder, blankets helplessly bunched up around your wrecked, naked body. it's hard to focus even now with the baby monitor at the bedside, ringing red every time rin shifts in her crib.

but still, you're tugging at his sweaty hair, clawing at his hand, back arched as you cry his name. his tongue is doing somersaults over your sensitive clit, sucking it between his lips and dipping down to ease at your hole.

kento's not sure he's noticed it before, but you're different after birth - naturally so. your pheromones are stronger, it's like your cunt is softer, more pillowy and warm against his lips. he growls into it, the thought of him changing your body inside out lighting some fire inside of him. fingers digging into your plush thighs, nose dragging across your slit, he's taking you like he'd never taste you again.

it's that fervor that has you crying and cumming buckets on his tongue, tears already leaking from your eyes as your core spasms and loosens over and over again.

it's like you're on fire—you can't find a breath of cool air, sweat is pooling, cum is still leaking. it's like a waterfall down there, and when kento surfaces, his face is red and visibly soaked. like a wet, lewd puppy. he licks his lips.

"i may be incorrect, but i believe you just squirted for me." he's mumbling, making sure he's staring right into your blown eyes as he pulls his cock free. he's so hard—pulsating and dripping just like you are. there's something on his face, a look you couldn't pinpoint in your daze.

"n-no, never..."

"it's only natural..." ken pauses, pulling your thighs open, situating over you in sensual missionary. he wanted to see your face this time around. "that your body changes after child."

"you're really passionate about that, aren't you?"

"about your body? It's the best thing I've ever touched." punctuating his point, your eyes flick back in your skull as his thick, warm length gradually buries itself inside of you. you're so slick with want this time, that your cunt swallows him up like a meal, spasming with the girth—you're whining. "best thing I've ever felt, tasted, been inside, dreamed of-

"ken," you're reeling, grabbing fistfuls of the thin sheets as he sits inside of you, buried to the hilt, cervix spasming. "p-pull... out, just a little bit. 's sensitive. so, sensitive."

"my poor little pussy," he's purring, can't stop as he drags out of you, lips pursed in focus.

your eyes fly open at his unfamiliar choice of words, stifling back a laugh that falls into a tiny moan. he looks up at you. "what are you... talking about?"

"shh, love... lovely. gonna cum, hav'to focus..."

so you look at at him, his screwed eyes, fine lines, flushed face. he's breathing so hard, fucking into you sweetly with precision he's mastered by this time. you let your eyes fall shut again, whining again when his cock slams against your cervix.

"ken..!"

"god—i know, i know. can't help it." he's holding onto your thigh like you might fade away, crystalline chest gleaming in the dull bedroom light. you toss your head back, then he fucks you. actually—no mind, no mercy.

hips slapping against skin, a symphony of cries and pleas—names melting into each other, drowning in slick, drowning in presence. it's the mixture of everything you pull out of each other with devotion, and by the end of the night, he's pulling so much out of you, that you're actually squirting all over his bare body.

you're hot with embarrassment, fading in and out of consciousness and denying the messy claims. kento doesn't care about the mess—he's proud of you and him. impossibly, he feels closer to you.

so close, that when rin cries awake three hours later, he silences the monitor immediately so it doesn't wake you up, and goes to feed and change his daughter with the fondest smile on his face.

[nishiyako]

After A Long Day (NSFW)

Paring : Kenji Sato x Reader

Tags : Doggy style, Vaginal penetration, Make outs, praise , after care, Fluffy ending, Reader has some type of long hair, established Relationship, Kenji has some sort of complex.

Summary : After a long day of work, Kenji comes home to his lovely girlfriend with a surprise, merch she got of his jersey. Seeing his name and player number on you does wonders to his already inflated ego.

Kenji Sato was everywhere, his face and name of hundreds of billboards and products, it dose something to someone's ego.

He loved the support from fans, the attention from media but most importantly, he loved coming home from a long day of interviews, events, and partiess to you.

Simple and lovable you.

He parked his bike outside before entering his mansion, placing his helmet and keys on the dinner table before seeing you sitting in the living room on your phone while the TV was running.

He made his way over to you, your eyes looked up from your phone screen to see him suddenlt infront of you, you can't lie that you got a little startled but you were more happy he was back before it got too late,

He bends down and plants a soft kiss on your forehead, tucking a stray strand of hair away from your face in the process. He sits beside you as he unzips his biker jacket, "whatcha' watching?" He asks, wondering what's got you so focused this late at night, throwing his jacket to the end of the couch promising himself he'll clean it up later, throwing his arm around your shoulder, pulling himself closer.

"It's a tie between the TV and my phone if I'm being honest" you giggled placing your phone down, you met his loving gaze, placing your hand on his chest, softly kissing his cheek "how was your day sweetheart?" You asked softly, almost as a way of apologizing on you being so voided.

"Good, busy as always." He said like he was waiting for that question all day, meeting your hand on his chest, moving it, holding it while it rests on his lap "Well, it was mostly interviews and shooting for promotions for the team, after that we had a few drinks."

You listened intently as he got into the details of his day, complaining mostly. Giving your thoughts and opinions whenever he asked.

"That's about it. What did you do the whole day?" He asked after wrapping up his day, "Nothing really, just watched TV and cleaned up here a bit, " you said plainly before you stood up from the couch.

"Something I ordered came in the mail though," you said with a smile on your face. "Yeah? What is it?" He asked, as your smile peaked his intrest.

You took his hand, pulling him over to the bedroom, perverted thoughts alredy entering his mind, thinking you probably ordered some slutty liengre and wanted to show him.

You sat him down on the bed as you escaped into the bathroom, asking him to wait for a moment as you closed the door.

As soon as that door shuts he alredy started imagining what you're gonna walk out wearing, probably wearing something tight and strapy, an idiotic smile alredy appearing on his lips from picturing you in something that small.

But he remembered you weren't the type to get something like that, maybe a new dress? Something light for summer. His past thoughts still lingering no matter how cute the dress would be, imagining just lifting it over your hips and fucking you dumb.

His hands covered his red tinted face from just imagening it, sexual frustration just from you keeping him in suspense, "Ken? You ready?" Your voice through the door snapping him back to reality "Huh? Yeah, yeah." He said, a slight stutter from his voice.

You creecked the door open, as he took a deep breath, he opened his eyes.

You wore an oversized jearsy with his team's name on it, it looked simple enough, He thought it was cute, swing you show support for his team, practicly his second family.

Until you turned around, moving your hair to the side and there he saw it, a big 7 and his last name on your back.

You couldn't miss it either, it was right there, black bold lettering on the thin white fabric. You walked closer to him as his eyes were fixated on the way it hugged your body and how your thighs were peaking of out of the fabric just bearly.

Straddling his lap as he still couldn't find the strength to move a muscle, until he did.

His shaky hand going under the jersey, rubbing your bare hip, as you kissed him, your hands running through his hair as his hands creeped up your thigh looking for some panties to pull down, truely a perfect way to end his day he thought.

A giggle exits your mouth as he pulled away from the kiss, a puzzled look on his face before he felt you push him down on the bed snapping him back to attention suddenly, your mouth alredy leaving marks on his neck eagerly, seeming like the both of you werent even on the same wavelength.

"You arnt gonna find something down there, I'm not wearing anything" you whisper nonchalantly before continuing to attack his neck with kisses and love bites.

Basically hinting the fact that you're weren't wearing panties.

"You planned this didn't you" he breathed out

Is eyebrows widen in suprise, he takes a mintue sinking it it before accepting his fate before he layed back with stupid smirk, enjoying the free hickies while he undid his jeans.

In a few minutes you found yourself under him, the jersey just slightly above your midriff, his eyes widened. Holy shit, you really weren't wearing anything under that.

His signiture grin on his face as he pulled down his jeans just above his thighs, he swore he saw hearts in your eyes when you felt him press against you.

He had a feeling you've been pent up for a while, he was just too busy to do anything about it, until now ofcourse.

You felt him pick you up and made you lay on your stomach, pulling your hips right against him, feeling him throb in-between your legs, so close yet so far from where you realy wanted it, you felt his hand grip onto the flesh of your hips.

He leaned down, closing the distance between you two, his chest right against your back and his lips millimeters away from your ear "Feel that? All for you babe." He said in a husky tone, right against your ear, a grin on his lips after hearing a whine come out of your mouth hearing those words.

Your body jolted, feeling something familiar prod inside you, His mouth still right against your ear, not changing a single thing. you heard his breath hitch everytime he gets deeper.

Your body shivered from the feeling, you've missed this. You've both missed this.

He held your hands over your head, pressing them against the bed sheets as he gently bucked his hips, moving carefully feeling how tight you were around him yet taking him so well.

He was taking it in, fucking his perfect girlfriend, having her perfect voice loud enough to echo around the house, thanking his perfect self he got a place far from anyone else.

He got to have you, all to himself, after a long work day, wearing a jersey with his name on it.

With his name on it.

He let's go of your hands remembering something, one of them holding you by your hips, rutting in and out of you while the other one tucks your hair to the side of your shoulder, revealing the back design of his last name and player number on your back.

Shit, he felt so egotistical and narcissistic but this was better than any kind of liengre or sundress you could ever buy.

Looked like a scene from a wet dream he could've had.

You felt him pick up the pace, started moving aimlessly yet his tip kept rubbing the perfect spongey spot inside you. Your voice started raising, getting louder than it always was, not like you could say anything from your fucked out state.

His muscles started to tense, getting lost into he feeling of being inside you, spitting out praise.

"You're doing great baby," or "you look so fucking good for me." He'd coo, with just saying how much he loves you, and parts of you like how your hair was a mess, how perfect it looked when his cock would disappear inside you, or just worshiping your ass.

And most importantly that desperate arch on your back, only making it easier for him to hit that sweet spot over and over again.

The room being filled with the sound of moans, skin slapping against skin and the creaking of the bedframe. Laser focused on the overwhelming feeling of your walls around him, fluids dripping down your thigh, staining the bed sheets.

"Fuckk, Kenji, Kenji!" you cried out, making him stutter in his thrusts, hearing his name escape your lips a few times.

Hundreds, thousands, even millions of fans have cried out his name but nothing was quite like that one.

He kept going, this time with quicker, more feverish thrusts making you start to babbel words, "Whyd you stop?" He teased "cmon, who do you belong to?" He said, a sinister laugh following his remark.

"You" you breathed out still being thrusted in and out to, "names baby, I'm gonna need names." He said in a faux pity tone, you didn't even have to turn around to know he had the biggest, dumbest smile on his face right now.

You melted in his grip, you moaned his name again with more passion, feeding that ego of his. Knowing only he was the one making you feel like this, the leg trembling, spot hitting, eye watering kind of sex.

With his player number and last name on your back, he was thinking of finnishing inside and starting a family alredy, making you really his.

But that would be a bit too much to baby trap you, he knew you weren't going anywhere.

Seeing his last name on your back just drove him crazy, sining in the thought that one place, one day, that's gonna be yours too.

He wakes up from his baby fever trance to your voice "Fuck, Kenji... I'm so fucking close" you curse out, your hand meeting his, his other one continually making you bounce against him.

His spare hand layers over yours, holding it against the bedsheets, as he closes the distance once more, his lips right against hers, "Go on, you've earned it." He says before buying his face into the crook of your neck.

At that moment, you started seeing stars

He feels your walls tightening around him and you moan out his name for the final time. Seeing your body tense up and legs shake for him was something he would never forget the feeling of, knowing how good he made you feel never gets old.

His thrusts slow down as you come down from your high. He pulls out stroking his shaft a few times to the view of your fucked out body, using the white opaque liquid as lube, spilling his warm seed onto your curves, some hitting the new jersey by accident.

"Shit, you might want to wash it now." He laughed, you were too tired to make a comment on him alredy cumming on your new jersey.

Minutes pass, maybe around an hour. You see your loving boyfriend bring you your favorite tea "still sore?" He asked, "just a bit.." you reply back.

Now in a new pair of clothes and him snuggling up to you in bed, turning on the TV and putting on both your favorite series.

Truley, the perfect way to end both your days.

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A/N : Haven't posted in a hot minute, I know. Sorry to my followers, I know this is something new, but I swear the bnha fics r coming, there somewhere in my files 😭

A/N : Those who've read in in the first 13 hours actually pointed out there was a typo, so thank you for that <3. I'll try to spell check more diligently since I mostly only write late at night <33

[yzzart]

౨ৎ⊹. BOYFRIEND!KENJI HEADCANONS!

── content warnings: F!reader, mention of Emiko, Emi and Mina, Ultraman form, Kenji being a little needy (once again), fluff, a little something to warm our hearts and minds so dreamy.

── word count: 683!

⭑.ᐟ Underneath, and sometimes over, tight-fitting t-shirts and extremely expensive fabrics, wear a necklace; however, there is something special there. — His promise ring hangs on the gold chain; like a talisman, something that surrounds he with luck and passion. — Staying attached and close to you, even with a small object.

⤷ If he needs to think or try to decide something dramatically important and you're not around, Sato will take his fingers to the necklace and hold the ring; looking for guidance. — Oh, and waking up, before him, and contemplating that shiny and significant piece, which rests on his broad chest, is angelic.

⭑.ᐟ It's not uncommon to feel, in the middle of the night, Kenji's face trying, persistently, on your neck; readily, wanting to harness the huge and strong body between your. — He doesn't care about the grotesque difference in size, just at that moment, and he doesn't give up.

“Kenji, be careful…!” — Your voice, fully, drunk with sleep and maintaining stillness, murmured between the boy's black and shiny locks; who only responded with a snore, more like a purr and clinging even tighter to you.

⭑.ᐟ Sato can't keep his hands off you, no matter what's going on, what you're doing or what simple task you're performing; hands on your waist, kisses on every exposed and revealed part of your body, thin and wide fingers catching on some part of your clothes. — Don't be upset with him, this poor man is in love with you.

⤷ One day, Mina compared him to a sloth and obviously got a frown of disapproval and the adorable Emi observes how her “father” remains so attached to her “mother”. — Even laughing and grunting when he saw a completely sleepy and desperate Ken crawling towards you.

⭑.ᐟ Please, we have, we need to talk about all the times Kenji and Emi train together, most of the time, being just leisure moments, you sit in the stands, virtually, scheduled and cheer for them; accompanied by Mina. — The feeling of nostalgia, remembering an incredible part of his life, is exposed in Ken's chest; remembering his mother.

⭑.ᐟ I can easily imagine Ken pressing his nose against your cheek or neck wanting your attention; also, when he wants to show you the way Emi is sleeping, enjoying the baby's sweetness. — And, together, pressing his forehead against yours during countless moments of the day and night, when you get home after confronting some creature and every time he want to say "i love you" to you.

⭑.ᐟ This man knows you like the back of his hand; no one can disagree or dispute this fact. — Kenji pays attention to your gestures, noticing your body language and, for a matter of seconds, he knows that something is bothering you; and, there he is, dedicating himself, with all his attention, to doing his girl well.

⭑.ᐟ Funny situations, for Ken, between you and his Ultraman form are included in your lives. — Once, while chasing Aboras, he ended up finding you on the street, wanting to go home, and clearly he was distracted by wanting to cause a provocation. — Mina gave the boy a long, and rightly so, scolding.

“Go back to the house, young lady.” — The robotic voice filled a part of the city's environment, wanting to convey an authoritarian image. — “You know…” — He pointed one of his gigantic fingers in your direction, then towards the place he was. — “The streets have been very dangerous lately.” — Oh, you stopped yourself from answering him like you really wanted to.

“Thank you, so much, for the advice, Ultraman.”

⭑.ᐟ There are nights — many, many nights — that Ken spends watching, contemplating you sleeping, peacefully; your face remained full, without signs of tiredness, exquisite and messy locks spread out, this was adored by the player's eyes. — Between seconds of fascination, Kenji longed, dreamed, deeply and painfully, of his mother meeting you; this way, she would have the chance to know the light that raised her dear son.

⤷ Kenji prospers, sometimes praying, that one day his mother will return, safe and sound, and be able to achieve what he wants so much in his life.

[tweedracer]

I love Ken but he would absolutely see that waking up early for work stresses you out so as a surprise he’d turn off your alarm so you could sleep in

No he wouldn’t call in to your work and yes you’d absolutely get in trouble for a no-call-no-show

[whisperedfantasy]

The Sweetest Sounds: Chapter 2

Pairing: Ken/F!Reader

Genre: Idolverse, Romance, Slow burn

Rating: M (eventually)

Word Count: 5,492

General content warnings for whole series: misogyny(a little, as a treat), possessiveness, alcohol use, sexual themes, (eventual) D/S. More warnings will be added if applicable.

Description: You and your good friend Jaehwan are cast in the upcoming musical Rodgers and Hammerstein's Cinderella. Little do either of you know, the romance is not exclusive to the stage. In your line of work, where reality often blurs, will your feelings come to the surface or remain fiction?

This piece of fiction is loosely based off of Ken's appearance in the 2015 production of Cinderella. All depictions of real people are based off of public personas only and in no way reflect real life. Please be warned that although the chapters start off PG-13, the plan is to delve into more mature themes. i.e. smut.

AN: So I've learned that unfortunately tumblr has a character limit, so from Chapter 2 onward I'll be sharing the Ao3 link instead.

Chapter 2

[lilaccmilk]

Jealousy is a disease and he apparently has it chronically. You didn’t expect your boyfriend to get so jealous after seeing you talking with a man who’s obviously hitting on you. Can you really blame him? You’re so pretty and so fucking kind, these idiots think that they have a chance with you. He’ll deal with that guy later but you, oh you should’ve known better. So it’s not really a surprise when you’re laid on your stomach, on your bed and his dick is pistoning into you. In and out, In and out, In and– yeah you get it.

He is so painfully big that everytime he thrusts in he’s kissing your cervix, nudging you deliciously, and you’re so far gone. If he couldn’t guess by your wetness leaking onto his dick, or the way you had him in a vice like grip, then the mindless babbles of ‘sorry’ or ‘more’ definitely gave it away. He’s stretching you out so good, you consider riling him up more often. And his words….god his words.

“C’mon pretty, you can take it yeah? You were being all cheery with that fucking guy, use your big girl words yeah?” As you both reach your climax together, you feel ropes of white hot cum filling you up.

You think he’d stop, but oh, you’re sorely mistaken, he keeps on thrusting, somehow more eagerly now, you’re overstimulated and you try to put some distance between you, but he just pulls you back onto him, “Tsk tsk tsk, no. You don’t get to run away not after your little stunt tonight.” He increases his pace as hot tears roll down your cheeks out of pleasure. There’s a creamy white ring forming around the base of his cock as he drives in and out of you. Wet squelches filling up the room and he is hellbent on making sure you know you’re his. “She’s talkative tonight isn’t she?” he starts, and you know he’s talking about your pussy, “at least she knows, how to talk to the right people.” And he doesn’t stop. Not until he has one more, and another and another and “One more please pretty? You can do it f’me yeah?” and all you can do is nod.

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Gojo Satoru, Yuji Itadori, Ino Takuma, Ken Sato, Theodore Nott, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, Miguel O’Hara, Sylus (L&DS) + your favs!

Let me show you how proud I am to be yours / Leave this dress a mess on the floor - Good for You // A$AP Rocky & Selena Gomez

[melloeyed]

Gaslight District X Mom!Reader Headcanons

Part Two

(Reader is Butcher Ken’s wife and Mel and Breadhead’s Mama.)

• Being the wife of a mafia boss while being the mother of a human and a yeast golem is pure insanity, but when it comes to the love for your family, there’s nothing you cannot handle.

• You mostly spend your days tending to The Whale Belly Butchershop while Ken and Mud are on their missions with the kids, but it’s not unheard of for you to join them.

• Mel would always be the first person to bounce into your arms after a successful killing mission, rambling about how awesome the trip was and how she helped the gang. She would always love hearing your words of praise after putting up with Ken’s endless bickering for her safety.

“…and then I used the chainsaw! Pretty cool, huh, mom?”

“Oh-ho-ho! I wish I was there to see it, sweetie!”

• You would always quickly tend to Mel whenever she was injured after a mission.

• Like Ken, you were severely worried about your daughter’s safety, considering how you and your husband are the only people who know she’s a human. Though, unlike him, you’re not as overprotective.

• And Mel absolutely loves you for that. She would often use you as leverage for winning arguments with her dad when it comes to her safety.

“Mel, I always told you not to-!”

“Oh, c’mon, Ken! You never let me go outside on my own! Mom always lets me!”

“DON’T BRING YOUR MOTHER INTO THIS!”

• Breadhead is a total mama’s boy and will always look forward to at least spending time with you every single day. The silly bread man just loves your guts. You’ve been nothing but sweet to him since he was a bun in the oven and he’s always willing to return the love.

• Anything his mama says, he’ll do it. Do chores at work, he’ll do it. Bring a souvenir from one of the missions, he’ll do it. Cement the man that insulted your cooking, he’ll do it.

• Just like how Mel wants Ken to be proud of her, Breadhead can’t get enough of you being proud of him.

• There was a time when you joined the Smiling Dead on a mission and Breadhead was bubbling with excitement. He was twice as excited to fight with his mama and often turned to you for praise after brutally mutilating a random Rotling.

“Mama, did you see that? Did you see what I did?”

“Of course, honey bun. Mama’s so proud!”

“Heh heh! Mama’s proud of me!”

• Even though you don’t join missions, you’re just as insane and demented as the rest of the crew. Though you do a better job at hiding it than the others. Ken and Mud find you fun to be around because of this.

• Your kids would be busy ripping apart their latest victim and you would be just watching them, unfazed with a calm yet proud smile, completely splattered in the victims purple blood.

• Ken would always plan date nights with you whenever your schedule was open. Slow dancing in the closed butcher shop with soft music in the background was always his go-to for a romantic night.

• You and Ken were the undead Bonnie and Clyde of the town, but better. You, Ken, and Mud were the only members of the Smiling Gang before Mel and Breadhead were born.

• Mud would often reminisce those days. He would always bring up how he missed those good old times when it was just you three and how much more exciting and crazier the missions were back in the day.

“Ah, Mel. You should’ve seen (Y/N) back then when she was in the crew! She was one crazy bitch!”

“Watch it, Mud! But yes, I quite was…”

• Mud often tends to steal your things just to rile you up. He knows that pissing you off is like playing with fire, but hey, what’s more fun than bickering with his sister-in-law?

• Being the wife of a mafia don always has its perks. Ken never stops spoiling you after making a good amount of scarab from work. Dresses, jewelry, custom-made knives, he always knew what you wanted.

• He happily remembered how you squealed with joy and covered his face with kisses after he gave you a torture rack as a gift on your 4th anniversary together.

• And just like Ken, you know how to spoil him too. Cooking his favorite meals, gifting him a new car and weapons, giving him a divine massage after a long and hard day of work, and always being there for him when he needs a hand.

• Ken feels like the luckiest man on earth whenever you have his back. He always tends to solve his own problems when it comes to crooks that try to mess with his family, but when his wife does it for him? He has hearts in his eyes for you.

• There was a time when a random creepy guy tried to grope Mel in the butcher shop. Before Ken could skin the fool, the creep was already bleeding on the ground, shrieking for mercy from you. But his pleas fell upon deaf ears.

• The other residents of the shop nearly pissed icicles from the smiling death stare you gave to the creep while slowly torturing him. Your calm threats to him didn’t make it better either. While Mel watched you slowly eviscerate the creep in excitement, Ken swooned at the sight of his beautiful wife defending their daughter.

“PLEASE! I’M SORRY! I WON’T DO IT AGAIN!”

“…If you ever try to touch my baby girl that way again…I’ll tear out your spine through your dickhole and mulch your shit body into steaming mush…repeatedly and SLOWLY…”

• And yeah. That turns Ken on.

“Uh, dad? Why are you looking at mom like that?”

“Oh, Mel…your mother sure knows how to disturb the peace…in my pants…”

��AUGH! GROSS! TMI, DAD!”

[zaczenemiji]

I really wanted to ask if you could do like a GN! It can be fem too it doesn’t really matter—

The Reader where like Ultraman can transform bigger too but they're more inspired by Mothra (like a mothra suit). I think it would've been like so cute to see Emi go all awe and clingy to the reader because how bright and heavenly they look💕

Kenji gets all jealous seeing his kajju daughter prefer the reader over him a lil bit. tall parents raising baby monster

Emi’s Favorite

Kenji Sato x Reader

Word Count: 1,546

Genre/Warning: Established Relationship, Family Dynamics, Jealousy (very slight)

Author’s Note: Loved this idea so much, thank you for this first request! Emi with a moth mommy ⋆˚ʚɞ

MASTERLIST

Something about your boyfriend changed the night after Gigantron’s “attack” on Tokyo Dome. That night, you were supposed to help him fend the kaiju off but he insisted he’d do it on his own.

For some reason, you were glad you did not join in because (1) their fight became a pursuit in the sky, and (2) you could not zoom in the air the same way Ultraman does. The only reason you’re able to fly is because of your wings—moth wings on your suit, which would put you at a disadvantage in the case of an air chase.

You were supposed to come over to his place that night to check on him because you were sure that the skirmish had caused more damage to his already injured shoulder. However, your calls were left answered by Mina, telling you that Kenji had already fallen asleep.

Deciding not to disturb him, you simply let him be. But in the days that followed, something surely wasn’t right. He couldn’t focus on his games, he looked so fatigued and restless all the time, and oh good gracious, there were now dark circles under his eyes.

He just looks so stressed and you were so upset with the fact that he didn’t want to tell you what’s going on with him. The time he got into a fight with the other players was the end of the line for you.

You barged into his house, finding him by his bathtub, in front of a TV, watching the news about him. The usually peaceful atmosphere in his house was now charged with tension as you made your way towards him. At that moment, Kenji was praying so hard the kaiju in his basement would keep still.

He still wouldn’t tell you what’s wrong. “It’s not about us. It’s about…” he said, “…something bigger. Something I’m not ready to share yet.”

Your eyes softened at his response, though the ache in your chest remained. You made him promise to talk to you when he’s ready and he agreed. You can’t stand seeing the love of your life like that but at the same time, you didn’t want to force him to do anything against his will. Taking up Ultraman was already enough of that.

Almost two months, after the incident, he seemed back to his old shape. Better, even. And thank heavens, finally, he could now tell you about what happened.

“There’s a what below?!” You asked in disbelief. The two of you were standing in front of the elevator and for a moment, you think your ears are playing tricks on you.

“A baby kaiju,” he replied and went on to explain everything. Still in disbelief, you took in everything with a nod. He placed his hand on the small of your back as he guided you into the elevator.

The moment you saw the big pink baby, you gasped. Emi made happy noises as you approached. However, upon noticing you, she suddenly began to cry.

Kenji was tapping on the glass containment in an attempt to shush her. But to no avail, Emi just cried harder.

“I’m sorry, she doesn’t know you yet,” Kenji apologized. “But I assure you, she’s a sweet big baby.”

Remembering how, at first, Emi only recognized Kenji when he was Ultraman, you decided to try something.

“(Y/n), what are you—“ Before Kenji finished, a soft glow enveloped you, and moments later, you emerged in your giant form. Your wings spread wide, shimmering with black patterns and warm tones of yellow and orange.

Emi’s cries slowed, her curiosity piqued by the sudden change. She opened her eyes, sobs turning to soft hiccups as she stared up at you in wonder. Her claws tapped the glass as she reached out, trying to grasp your wings.

Kenji watched in awe as Emi’s distress melted away. “I think it’s working,” he whispered.

“May I?” You asked, gesturing to the lid of the containment unit. Kenji gave a nod of approval. Carefully, you turned it before lifting it off.

You lowered yourself closer to Emi, your wings fluttering softly as she climbed up her containment. The gentle breeze they created seemed to soothe her further.

Emi let out a delighted squeal, her earlier tears forgotten. She toddled closer to you, her claws gently touching the edge of your wing. She let out a happy chirp, eyes sparkling with joy.

Kenji stepped closer, a relieved smile spreading across his face. “Wow, she loves you in this form,” he said.

You smiled down at him. “She’s just like her dad,” you replied. “She knows a good thing when she sees it.”

Kenji chuckled before he himself transformed into Ultraman. He sat beside you with Emi in between the two of you.

Your wings gently enveloped Emi in a comforting embrace. She was now calm and happy as she traced the pattern of your wings with her claw.

“Gentle, baby,” Kenji said as he rubbed her head.

She continued walking around you and playing with your wings until she tired herself out. She walked in front of you and climbed on your lap, nestling her head on your stomach.

“Awww, baby,” you cooed. You gently picked her up into your arms and gently swayed.

Kenji moved close to you, wrapping an arm around you. You nestled into his arm, head resting on the junction of his neck and shoulders. The three of you slept like that for the night.

The next morning when Emi awoke, she immediately looked for you. Realizing that the moth lady was missing, she cried. Mina was quick to assist her, playing videos of cartoons and Kenji to calm her. To Mina’s surprise, none of them worked.

“Who’s making my baby cry?” Kenji asked as he approached. He expected her crying to cease once she saw him. However, that is not the case.

“Huh?” He questioned. Emi always calms when she sees him. “Mina, try showing her pictures of (y/n).”

Mina did as told and as miraculously as yesterday, Emi stopped crying. “It seems like she got herself a new mother,” Mina commented.

With Emi’s growing fondness of you, you found yourself frequenting at Kenji’s house more than ever. She was just so cute; like a live plushie when you’re in your giant form.

“Hi babyyyy,” you cooed as you transformed into your giant form. You scooped her up, her head nuzzling against you. Her earlier play was abandoned in favor of your presence.

You walked in on Kenji and Emi playing baseball together. And you didn’t mean to interrupt but when you saw her walking towards you, you knew you had to transform.

Kenji smiled at the scene. “She really loves you, you know,” he said.

You smiled back, feeling a warm glow inside. “I love her too,” you replied. “She’s such a sweetheart.”

Emi chirped happily as she climbed up your torso and onto your shoulder where she could watch and touch your wings.

Kenji watched the interaction, his smile fading slightly as a twinge of jealousy crept in. His baby kaiju shows a different kind of joy when you’re around.

He loved Emi dearly, but lately, it seemed like she preferred your company over his. He couldn’t help but feel a bit sidelined.

“She really lights up when you’re here,” Kenji said, trying to keep his tone light.

You glanced at him, noticing the slight edge in his voice. “She lights up when you’re here too, Kenji,” you replied. “She loves you.”

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know, but… it feels like she’s more excited to see you than me sometimes.”

You tapped the space on the floor beside you, gesturing for him to switch to Ultraman. Thankfully, he did not resist.

You moved close to him as he sat beside you, his hand finding its way to your thigh. Your head automatically rested on his shoulder.

“You’re her dad, Kenji,” you said. “She loves you so much. Maybe she’s just fascinated by my wings right now.”

You felt Kenji nod, although the jealousy still lingered within him. “Yeah, maybe,” he replied. “I just want to be enough for her.”

You leaned back to look at him. Your other hand which was not holding Emi on your shoulder, moved up to hold his face. “You are enough. You’re everything to her,” you said. “And to me.”

Emi squirmed out of your hand, gently jumping off your shoulder and landing on your lap. She toddled over to Kenji. He looked down at her, his heart melting as she reached up, wanting to be held. He picked her up, and she nuzzled against his chest, purring softly.

“See?” You asked with a smile. “She adores you.”

Kenji hugged Emi close, his jealousy fading into thin air. “Yeah,” he said. “I guess you’re right.”

You spent the rest of the day playing with Emi, taking turns holding her and making her laugh. By the time evening rolled around, she was content and sleepy in Kenji’s arms.

Before reverting to your original form, you kissed Emi’s head and then leaned in to kiss Kenji. “I’ll be back soon,” you said. “Take care of our little one.”

Kenji smiled, his earlier worries forgotten. “We’ll be here, waiting.”

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