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Will they ever find out who is this mysterious biker?

MANIFEST

MANIFEST

First baby steps🐥

PH Dynamight visits teacher Deku after some time...

A needed hug.

Request from Twitter/X

Ice skater Bakugou / hockey player Deku !

"I guess I thought... we'd be competing... and I'd be on your heels... for the rest... of our... lives..." - Kacchan of the Bakugou's

a different version and then close ups if y'all wanted that

But anyways, I'm gonna be sappy and say how grateful I am to have been here watching and reading this story for years. It means so much to me, it was one of the first anime's I ever got into, and has helped push me to improve my art. It's made such a big impact on my life and I am thankful that I got to witness these characters grow and develop as I grew up with them.

Thank you, Horikoshi, for this work.

Thee kiddos

🧡💚

barkudeku

sirius black heard “mama, didn’t mean to make you cry…i sometimes wish i’d never been born at all” and fell to his knees in a walmart

it’s a wrap!!

Mama🤲

Sleeping beauties

KENJI SATO ✰ 10:43

“Working overtime really doesn’t suit you, Sato.” The teasing sentence made Kenji grunt in disapproval, slumping against his couch.

“Wow, I didn’t notice. Thank you for that valuable input, [Name],” he says, rolling his eyes at you. 

He can’t help the sarcastic reply. Kenji’s schedule was all over the place. His life has been all over the place ever since his return to his home country, Japan. And now he not only has to take care of himself—which, in his defense, was fairly simple when he just had to worry about himself—he has to worry about an infant Kaiju!

What a wonderful (not) icing on the cake.

“Ken is really appreciative that you made time to fulfill his request, or, shall I say, cry for help, [Name].” Mina’s familiar voice flurried from a distance, closing in to your right in a breeze. 

“Hey! It was not a cry for help—it’s more like a... Asking a friend for a favor,” Kenji says, trying to ease his brain with what’s coming out of his mouth (like it was on autopilot, scrambling to defend himself and the pride he had left).

“Uh huh. And the favor is? I don’t really think there’s anything I could do to her containment unit or any repairs that’re needed in this place.”

“I just need someone to watch over her.”

(“I just need someone to talk to” is a much fitting phrase.)

“Doesn’t Mina already do that?”

“There’s only so much a supercomputer like me can do to entertain a living being, [Name].”

On cue, Emi croons at the video of you singing on stage. A part time career of yours, because when you’re not developing new tech that boosts the economy, you might as well indulge in your hobbies. 

Kenji wouldn’t admit it, but he has a vinyl or two—or even a whole collection of them—that he considers as priceless as his one-of-a-kind sports car displayed in the basement.

“Would you look at that? She likes your singing.” 

He watches as you take a step closer to Emi, observing how she delightedly squealed at the soft melody being played on the holograms. This 20-foot-tall baby Kaiju reminded you of the time you took care of children at the daycare center.

“I just...” he sighs. You didn’t even notice that Kenji was already beside you, offering you a canned drink. 

“How do you do it? Juggle everything?” He murmurs. “You’re the busiest person I know. Working on your thesis, performing at various concerts, taking on charity work, and whatnot. Hell, if you could run for president, I’m sure I’ll be seeing you in the elections, too.”

A quiet laugh was returned. “It’s not easy, that’s for sure. But within time, you’ll learn just what you need and what you can handle.”

“Mm. Don’t you ever just want to run away from all the responsibilities people place on your shoulders? I can barely take care of this young lady,” he chuckles, though it doesn’t hold even the slightest ounce of humor to it.

“I wish, but then I’ll remember the kids who're so happy to see me whenever I drop by,” you say. “They may be a handful at times, but you’ll be surprised to know just how smart and caring they are. How they take in their surroundings and attempt to figure out who they are. We’re all what they have. The least we could do is give them our time and love all the same.”

Kenji lets your words sink in. Simple and touching. The kind that gets the gears in his head to start twisting.

“You really are a charm with your words; did you know that?”  

“Thanks; I try my best.”

The night continues with Kenji and Emi playing baseball on a simulated field with you by the shed, cheering on from a safe distance. Kenji doesn’t remember the last time he’s been this genuinely happy after his return to Japan. It’s a refreshing feeling that he wants to get used to again. To see the baby Kaiju successfully hit the ball with a swift swing after watching after him is a sight that tugs at one’s heartstrings.

Just like a proud father.

“Come on, girl! We gotta run the bases!”

And as the two celebrate their moment of triumph, the baby Kaiju stomps toward you and giggles happily as she hoists you in the air without much warning. You took it all in you not to shriek and absolutely lose all composure, but when you’re up in the air and are being held to a bear hug like some sort of teddy bear by a Kaiju that could probably crush your bones if not careful, it’s hard to not just scream for your life.

“Oh, ok—ok. Baby, put me down gently, please,” you chuckle nervously. 

“It appears that the little one sees you as her other mother,” Mina adds.

Kenji laughs at the sight, pulling out his phone to take a picture. This is definitely a memory he’d want to remember.

“This is not funny, Kenji. Tell her to put me down.”

“Aw, is Baby not listening to her Mommy?”

“Again, not funny. This is like an out-of-the-blue co-parenting a child with you. With you being my annoying ex-husband.”

“Specific, eh?”

“Shut!”

When you’re just about to leave for the night, Kenji suggests that you sleep over. There’s a lot of spare bedrooms in their manor, he reasons. He also doesn’t understand what came over him to offer, but he doesn’t take it back.

But it could be because he’s missed you. And he’s somewhat afraid that this may be the last time you see each other in a while due to your clashing schedules.

“You’re such a girl dad, Kenji,” you tease.

“Haha, good one,” he says, rolling his eyes at you. He took a couple of blankets from the closet and placed them on the bed.

“Just saying.”

“Whatever you say, Mommy.”

“Oh hush, Daddy.”

That ringed out a laugh from him. “Bleh, that sounds so embarrassing coming from you.”

You shrugged. “Hm? Don’t you think you’re embarrassing too?”

“I’m not.”

“Are too.”

“Am not.”

“Are too. I will not be going back and forth like this with you anymore, Kenji Sato. Good night!”

Kenji can’t hide the smile that appears on his face. Yeah, he definitely missed this. 

Definitely missed you.

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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.

The Kenji Sato brainrot is taking over my brain. May I request a fiancé reader and a jealous!ken. In which one of the opposing players hits on his girl during a game and he shows off by hitting a home run or something. afterwards he takes his jealousy out on her in the locker room. Im in need to a smutty kenji fic (also pls mention breeding bc i love dilfs) 😭 ur work is so fire thank u

𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓇𝓊𝓃

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ ᳂ jealous!kenji sato x f!fiancé!reader

warnings: smut. hint of possessiveness. rough kenji. breeding kink. daddy kink, spanking if you look hard enough, kinda proofread…kinda sorta

ngl i squealed seeing this request snsnsbjxis i hope this cured your sato rot 🫶🏻🫶🏻 also, if anyone wants to give me some constructive criticism on this i would love to get some feedback to hopefully better my writes for the future!

It was the Giants versus the Tigers.

The Tigers being your fiancés least favorite team to go against in the league..and it just so happens your seat had been put right next to the opposing teams dug out, and you would’ve taken it up with someone upfront but you didn’t want to be one to complain especially when you got a good view of your team. Though it was getting real hard for you to hear all the hateful comments being thrown around about Kenji.

“He’s such an arrogant asshole…”

“He shouldn’t be playing baseball..” they’d say, causing you to squirm about as the fury built up within you being the protective spouse you were, but before you could even give them a piece of what you had to say the shrill cheers of “Sato! Sato! Sato!”, made you break away from it.

Practically jumping out of your seat as you cheer along with the dozens of fans beside you when you see him strutting out onto the field like it was his very own stage. Throwing his hand up causally in a greeting to everyone causing the whole stadium to erupt in a flurry once more and it doesn’t take him long to spot you in the crowd on the other side, giving you a little wink and a cocky grin.

Your feel your heart pining with a rush of excitement as you then shout while cupping your hands over your mouth like your own personal megaphone, “Go get em baby!” He chuckles while shaking his head when hearing that, a sense of pride washing over him knowing that your here for him as he goes up to plate.

You on the other hand couldn’t help but think of how good he looked in this moment with that concentrated look on his face..the way his bat hung over his broad shoulder…let alone how his baseball uniform hugged him just right when he stood in position…

“Hey there sweet thing..”

Your brows furrow as you look around to see who erupted your thoughts, looking down to notice one of the Tigers players had peaked out from the dug out and was giving you a certain look. Scoffing you ignore him as you wanted to pay more attention to Kenji who was batting.

“Awww don’t ignore me..i just wanna talk”

“And i’m just wanna watch the game…” You grumble, crossing your arms over your chest along with legs.

You could see out of the corner of your eye the player was practically gawking at you shamelessly, letting his eyes rake up your now crossed legs. Starting to get uncomfortable you try to zone him out once more when Kenji gets his first strike, seeing the catcher was giving him a hard time.

“Instead of watching the game i could give you something better to watch in private..” His slimy voice comes through your consciousness once more, again trying to ignore him Kenji strikes out again making you frown as you can tell he was getting frustrated with himself and the catcher.

“Baby stop playing hard to get..he’s got nothing compared to what i’ve got right here..” That’s when you see him grab himself suggestively and you completely lost your mind.

“Listen here you disgusting pig! You’ll never be Ken Sato even if you tried…you’re just a low life scumb-”

CRACK

The noise rings through your ears before you could even finish your rage-full tangent as your eyes then land on Kenji who seems more than pissed for someone who just hit a home run. His eyes piercing and flickering between the two of you with looks that could kill as he took each an every base with moxie, the man from the other team looks back up at you letting out a low whistle. “Soooo is that a no?”

*             *             *

Kenji had been stewing on what he had saw after the game, his hand ran through his sweaty hair as a few of his teammates congratulated him on the win as they exited the locker room. He leans his head back to rest against the wall with his eyes closed for a moment, hearing the large metal door swing open of the locker room, not bothering to open his eyes until he hears a soft, “Kenji?”

He sits up slightly at this though the back of his head still rested against the wall, legs spread wide as his hands dangled between them in a lazy display, his face twisting in annoyance.

“Hey…,” you say with a small awkward smile and a small tilt of your head, your arms hugging your midsection. “You did amazing out there..”

“Mhm,” he hums uninterestedly, looking up at the ceiling.

“And a home run too..your dad would be proud..”

He shakes his head, still not bothering to look at you. Noticing his leg starting to jump slightly up and down. “Probably..”

You knew it was inappropriate for the situation, referring back to the thoughts of his uniform and how it hugged him so..the thrill you felt seeing him in front of you now all bent out of shape though he won a game this way was ten times more great. “Y-You seem upset..”

“Ha do i?,” He asks sarcastically with a huff. His tone becoming colder, with one of his hands coming to grip at one of his knees, specifically the one bouncing nonstop. “Anyway shouldn’t you be heading home by now? It’s getting late..”

It was late and Emi probably is giving poor Mina the run around, but your main priority was to get this straightened out first. “This is about that Tiger player isn’t it..”

“No..”

You scoff, rubbing your forehead in frustration. “Damn it, Kenji! Don’t-”

Your words die out on your lips when he reaches out and grabs you by the waist, tugging you onto his lap and holding your chin taut in his grasp making you look him dead in his eyes. “Who do you think you’re talking to like that, Huh?”

You swallow, unable to form words in your mouth, trying to avoid his gaze now as you feel a lump take place in your throat. “m-m’ sorry..” you managed to meekly muster.

“That’s what i thought..” He growls, giving a light slap to your ass with his free hand causing you to squeak in surprise. Taking advantage of your mouth slightly being open for the moment he practically assaults it with his own in a hungry frenzy. Your lips trying their best to keep up with his face paced movements, especially when his tongue practically swallows yours in your own mouth and all you can do is moan pitifully.

He almost chuckled at the sound and pulls away for a moment from you with a string of saliva still connecting your lips, taking in your state of a breathless haze that he found quite endearing. “You wanna play? don’t you baby..” he coos huskily, rubbing his thumb along your now puffy bottom lip disconnecting the string and letting it slip down your chin.

You nod innocently at his ask, eyes big and doughy. Your sweetness not faltering what he was about to do to you. Completely loosing his patience and changing positions from the chair to having you bent over in front of him on all fours, removing your panties from under your skirt in one swift motion with his long slender fingers skimming down your thigh as the lace fabric hits the floor. Your thighs quivering now just from that simple touch to only have his erection pressed against your silk, instantly wetting the fabric of his baseball pants. “Pretty pussy already making such a mess on me..”

His tone awfully too low for comfort that it made you clench around nothing. “K-kenji please…”

He blatantly ignores your pleas as he takes his time taking both his pants and his boxers off making you whine until you finally hear them clatter to the floor. “Whose is this?” he mutters, letting his tip tap against your leaking entrance tauntingly earning a gasp from you. His other hand goes to grip onto your hip with some of your skirt bunched up in his hold when he lets his tip then tease your folds. “Tell me..”

“Kenji- ah.. I-”

“Not quite..” he says almost disappointed as he pulls his tip away making you feel lost without him against you, he was insinuating something specific when through your muddled brain you fine the answer.

“D-daddy’s” you assure him almost panting, and before you could overthink what you said he thrust himself into fully and you both moan in unison.

“F-Shit say it again..” he orders, head falling back with his hand pulling you into him by the hip as he stretched you out. Already getting consumed by the feeling of being inside you that he starts picking up the pace causing you to mewl out a daddy without hesitation.

Your ass clapping with each connect of his hips that were becoming more brutal with each passing second, tantalizing delicious force that can probably be heard by anyone outside the room. “S-slow down K-kengi!.. i-i can’t hah-“

“Shh, yes you can baby..Jus’ need to fuck you full of my cum..maybe make you pregnant before I marry you..” those words alone about made you fall forward on your face though his grip on your hips don’t let you only causing him to chuckle.

“Oh you like that don’tcha? Mmm..yeah you like the thought of that huh? Fuccck princess I’m gonna breed my pussy so good…” he rabbles on, getting more possessive and vulgar with it as he goes on, taking a quick glimpse at him from behind you as he was just as focused at making you feel good like he was focused on the field hitting that baseball moments ago. Fucking so deep inside you till you start clenching around his cock.

“h-gh i’m gonna..”

“That’s it..so fucking good, baby,” he encourages you and you let out a meekly whimper, as his hands reached down to rub at your clit. You start to squirm against his touch, eyes squeezing shut at the movement and to add to it he reaches down to pull you up by your throat till your back is against his chest, reaching deeper places, still relentlessly pounding away with sweat coating both of your bodies and ecstasy riding up on you. Honestly you didn’t want it to be any other way than how he made you feel. “So good frrme…Tell him who you belong to and you can cum baby…Be a good girl for daddy and let that dumb motherfucker on the Tigers and the rest of this stadium know who owns you..”

“Kenji Fucking Sato!”

[ hsr | ratiorine ] pt. 2 followup to tiny kakavasha and ratio; gg aven 🥹💀🔥

I'm here.

bodyguard x singer bkdk for a request ^_^

can I still be a hero?

The Sillies

i know the sane assumption is that aventurine was hallucinating but i dont know. something about a baby running around the dreamscape is funny.

“Well, hello there.”

This was for celebrating 3K on insta! :D

Memento Vivere

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