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if emi ever shrunk down

The way i screamed and cryed a little, i love this so muchhhhhhhhh

ULTRAMAN, I WON’T LAST! kenji spice w/ v

kenji gets nasty w/ u … but in a form he’s 135 meters tall in.

cw. kenji is so BIG, ultraman form! kenji, consensual, kenji is lowk a perv, kenji may be 50+ meters tall but that wont stop him from fingering u, praise kink intended, size kink, BASED OFF REQUEST FOR ANON so we’ll be seeing this idea again. thinkg of it like a sneak peak. pretend kenji can actually fit a little bit of himself inside of u pls. i am never beating the ultraman fucker allegations

notes. don’t look at me. infact, dont even read this

thinking about kenji fucking you in ultraman form…

kenji was yours. in every aspect, angle, and perspective possible— kenji sato was yours. he admired every trait you had like it was religion, adored all your flaws like they were perfection—loved you so much, it tore through him. he noticed every little thing about you; every little tic, every little sparkle in your eyes? it was only ever you.

only ever you.

when you first saw kenji in all his ultra-glory, you expected him to be a bit awkward. it was a big step for the both of you; kenji revealing that he was ultraman was hard for both parties, especially because of just how relied on he was. every kaiju attack led to yet another article on ultraman, and just how amazing he was. amazing, but unreachable. until now. now, he was standing right infront of you—sitting on his knees, looking down on you. all alone.

the jourwould kill to be in your spot right now.

his hand comes to rest onto the floor next to you, and you feel his gaze tightening—settling on you.

a target locked, and an arrow shot.

“come on, baby. come on—yeah, baby. yeah, like that. so good.”

a target locked.

his finger curled inside of you, and you shook even harder. “god, kenji—“ you cried, looking up at the gigantic man who had you stripped down bare while he, humiliatingly, kept not only his gear—but his ultraman form, too. your back arched as he tried to plunge in deeper.

“oh— oh my fucking— kenji.” contrary to your belief—kenji didn’t even have the tip of his pinky stuck inside you. he only had a quarter of his nail, and it was already tearing you apart. “kenji, i migh— i might… i might break—“ you babbled, and he tilted his head. you were sitting in the palm of his hand, literally, with his pinky finger’s nail (or where a nail would be) tearing you open and rendering you far more fucked out than you thought you’d be, making lewd noises in a place you’d never thought you’d make lewd noises in, and lastly—getting fucked by kenji in his ultraman form.

he pumped in, and out; your brain rewired itself.

suddenly, you couldn’t think anymore; not that you minded.

you knew kenji would take care of you.

he leaned in, his simple face practically towering over your entire person, and watched as what fit of his pinky worked you over and had you babbling.

“i’ve dreamed of this moment.” he says, to particularly no one—because you are so gone, you can only look up at him—“of seeing how much of me you could take in this form.” he continued, “i admit, i didn’t even think you could take my pinky or any part of my body at all. you passed my expectations, baby.” whether you were being mocked or not, you didn’t know or care. you feel so fucking full. “you feel small baby?” he asks, and then from there on—it’s just his voice.

“i asked you a question. you feel small, baby? always acting so high and mighty—always bossing me aroundd… guess you just needed to get fucked huh? wanted to be taken care of? i’ll take care of you. i’ll take care of you, baby. you don’t gotta worry.”

a target locked, and an arrow shot.

yes the author mentioned me xxx, could never be you

-@kenjioharashotspot

xoxo,

Bee

Pictures and videos Kenji Sato has/took of you on his phone (baby daddy edition) — PT. 2

tagging my lovelies: @mysterious-gworl / @slay-thou-pookie

The sixth video he took of you was when you gave birth to your baby girl and he surprised you at the maternity hospital with a huge pink tulip bouquet adorned with dainty white baby's breath flowers.

The seventh video was sent to Kenji from Professor Sato while he was taking a break during a conference meeting. It showed Emi, meeting the baby for the first time. You were holding your baby girl while Emi's cute excited sounds echoed through the luxurious containment area.

The sixth photo Kenji has of you is a picture Professor Sato took of you and his granddaughter wearing matching baseball jerseys with Kenji's last name (SATO) and number (7). His cheeks would turn a dusted shade of red every time he saw that picture!

The eighth video he took of you was when he admired you as you were breastfeeding the baby while singing a melody Kenji's mom used to sing for him when he was a baby. Kenji would always fall in love with you, over and over again.

The seventh photo he has of you on his phone is a selfie of yours back when you were super pregnant! Your chubby cheeks matched your round, soft pregnant belly. He called you his "cute little puffer fish".

The ninth video your husband Kenji has on his phone is a security camera footage of you, holding your baby girl in your arms as you dance in the living room to Swan Lake by Tchaikovsky, wearing your wedding dress. Kenji's eyes would flood with happy tears when watching the video.

The eighth photo he has of you, he took it while you were sleeping. He had to wake up early for practice and when he saw his two princesses sleeping so peacefully, so beautifully, Kenji couldn't resist but to take a picture. He's eternally smitten...

The tenth video he took of you was when you guys went to the mall to get some toys for the baby and he filmed you girls pouting your lips at him as you asked him if he could buy more teddy bears.

The ninth photo he has of you on his phone is back when you were experiencing morning sickness and he caught you making some silly faces as you ate some of the things you loved eating before you got pregnant. He still laughs gazing at those pictures, you looked so cute and confused.

The tenth photo he took of you was when you were getting ready to go out with him. Your smile while looking at the phone camera made Kenji a bit shy as if it was the first time he was meeting you.

wrong answers only-

xoxo,

Bee

I mean 🤭

YUMMIEST THING IVE READ EVER ITS SO OH MY GOD

YOUR EYES TOLD ME, “GIRL, COME RIDE ME !” kenji sato x fem!reader

you never could resist kenji’s eyes.

cw. oral (m receiving), overstim (?), mild dumbification (kenji doesn’t like thinking when it comes to you), kenji’s highkey obsessed with you, sex toys (vibrator that reader pulled out of god knows where), sub!kenji & gentledom!reader who’d do anything for him, alt synopsis: you and kenji fuck NASTY, aftercare, mina cameo, kenji and reader are equally obsessed with eachother. porn with barely any plot

notes. i’m releasing all my inhibitions just posting this; it’s incredibly self indulgent 😭🙏 this is my first time writing & posting smut, so i’m sorry if there any errors. this’ll likely be the first and last time i’ll post smut ever . chat i am literally so embarrassed this is not what i stand for . this is also good for a select audience; the ppl who get it, get it😄🙏

you never could resist kenji’s eyes.

it’s funny, you were the one to ask him out—you took a chance and decided to be brave, and when kenji heard the words roll out of your mouth, the expression that made its way onto his perfect face—god, it took all you had in you not to take him then and there. his eyes were so big, and he was just so cute, and the both of you were so very flustered, but as he smiled and accepted, you knew that you were in for the long run with him. 

his eyes pulled you in at every possible moment.

they pulled you into bed at night, and out of it in the morning. all kenji really needed to do was look at you the right way and you’d give in to every one of his whims, no questions asked; you were his. as much as you wanted to tell yourself you had him wrapped around your finger, because you did, it didn’t compare to just how much you’d risk for him. you were his, through and through. just looking at kenji did things to you.

you never could resist kenji’s eyes, especially now.

did he know what he was doing? in those sweatpants, that white shirt that accentuated his biceps just a little too good—the way his mouth hung open tiredly, the prettiest soft lips—in his hand, some of that ‘damned’ coconut water mina had given him. he must’ve been so tired to just settle with that. he was sprawled out on that weirdly big sofa of his, head thrown back, resting against the arm of the chair and legs spread—already enticing enough. you trailed your eyes from his tired body, to his eyes.

oh god, his eyes.

kenji’s hooded eyes raked across your form, then back to your face. His pretty eyes seemed to stare into yours for a little longer, almost needing—longing—to be paid attention to. 

you caved.

kenji’s breath hitched when you had suddenly straddled him, embarrassment evident in your face along with hints of poorly hidden lust. “baby?—“ he had tried to give you a proper greeting when you walked in, but you had foiled his attempts. now, he just looked at you cluelessly. you were breathing heavier than usual. “whats got you so perked up?” he tried to tease, but you shushed him. “you’re so — you’re so fucking stupid —“ you whispered. he raised an eyebrow.

“where’d that come from?—“ 

“can i give you head?” you blurted out and he did a double take. “where is this coming from?!” he asked again, his face heating up—he didn’t seem against it, though. you looked at him. he always looked at you when he talked, even when you didn’t have the bravery to look back into his pretty eyes—he always looked at you. It disarmed you so quickly. “Your eyes are so fucking pretty.” you began. “—Haven’t known love until you looked at me with them.” 

Kenji went haywire. it was so obvious that he was flustered, the blush reaching deep into his neck and the way he tried to cover his face was proof of that. you didn’t let him cover his face, you never did. “too pretty.” you muttered, and he only gave in to you more. “I want you so bad.” you looked into his eyes for what seemed to be the first time in forever. everything in you was just screaming, screaming at you to, for lack of a better word, fuck him. You wanted him so motherfucking bad.

kenji could never really resist your eyes either.

something in the way you looked at him, as you kissed the tip of his cock, did something to Kenji. “Shit.” he cursed, watching your spit dribble down the base—and he jolted up as you wrapped your fingers around him because you were being such a fucking tease. “You wanted me so bad, now you’re teasing me to death here, baby, please—“ he pleaded. you only smiled, your hands, your touch, was so light on him now. he could barely feel it, which made him reasonably pouty. then you unexpectedly pressed the tips of your fingers into him, and he gripped the couch a little bit tighter.

you took the tip into your mouth first, tongue swirling around it as he twitched in your control. kenji’s tip was always so sensitive, it wasn’t a surprise you had decided to go for it first—you wanted him to give in to you, after all. to give all of him to you this time.

it was funny how easy it was to get him to cave; just the bob of your head up and down had him clawing at your hair and pulling you in deeper and deeper. you could feel him in the back of your throat, and as you watched him babble on and on about how every hole you had was made for him (all the holes that mattered, atleast), and how you made him feel so good, you clenched your thighs and chose to be patient. 

you wanted to play with him for a little while.

“please, please, please, please, please—“

“oh, kenji, you’re moving too much. try to sit still, okay?”

kenji never realized his dick could get that red, nor did he realize you ever had any of this in you—you were always so obedient. you did what you could to please him, and he always made it a point to take good, good care of you; he was just so tired today, he didn’t think you’d be the one taking care of him this time. where did you even get that vibrator? how are you so good at handling it? why is he asking these questions? he doesn’t even want to think anymore, he just wants you on him. the feeling of your tongue, planting itself on the very tip of his cock—and the feeling of the vibrator perched upon his base is dizzying, and kenji can’t even speak. can’t talk. 

 it all just hurts so good.

how many times has he came again? he’s neglected counting. you’ve just been taking care of him so, so well, he doesn’t even want to think about any one but you. what does it matter? your pretty face is right infront of him, smiling up at him as you help guide him through yet another orgasm. another orgasm without him inside you.

he almost cries at the feeling.

he just feels so incomplete without his dick inside of you, feeling you clench all around him and watching you sink into his cock, watching it disappear, it’s fucking addicting. you’re fucking addicting. he can’t stop thinking about you, can’t stop saying your name, can’t stop reaching for your body because he just wants to feel you! he just wants to feel you. whatever he can get, he’ll take. 

just let him feel you.

your eyes widen at just how far you’ve pushed him, his eyes are so glossy, and his cheeks are covered in dried tears—his lips, swollen and red because you may have gotten a little too carried away in last round’s impromptu make out,  call out your name weakly. his throat is hoarse and when you stand up, he forces himself off his position in the couch to wrap his arms around your body, his head resting on your stomach. his breaths are ragged, and you can feel his cock hardening against your leg once more. you coo.

“kenji, what is it you want, baby?” you ask him, soft and sweet. he looks up at you, and he shyly mutters something about… ah.

“let—let me feel you.” he hiccups,before quickly adding, “please!”

he wants to be inside you.

that’s so cute. you audibly ‘awww’ at the state you’ve reduced him too, so pliant and willing—eager to please, eager for you to take from him as much as you let him take from you. his eyes are glossy, glistening with unshed tears, and they will likely be that way for a while. kenji looks up at you, his doe eyes making you abandon any and all plans you had for him. 

you could never say no to those eyes, they were just begging you for more. 

and more you would give. 

“there, there we go, there we go, yes— yess..” his voice is a husky whisper in your ear as you sunk down onto his cock; you never did get used to the stretch, and kenji can tell, with how you grip his shoulders so tight the hold is almost bruising. he squeezes his eyes shut once more and he hisses, you’re so tight, he’s such a weak fucking man, he has to still himself for a bit—has to hold on to your hips to stop you from continuing, because he doesn’t want to cum, he doesn’t want to cum yet—you haven’t even started speaking yet, he wants to hear you talk him through it.

you’re so beautiful.

“kenji, when can i move?” you ask, you’re so close to his face—he hates to say it, especially since he’s balls deep inside of you right now, and because you’ve been dating for a while already, but he has the biggest crush on you. “you can move now.” he replies. you smile, and press a kiss to his lips. “you’re being so good to me, kenji. you’re always so good to me, i’ll be good to you too. always.”

kenji wonders how you’ll go about that.

you’re going so fast.

he didn’t know you had the stamina for that, and neither did you, but this is kenji sato you are riding—god forbid you waste a single second when he’s inside of you. kenji can’t even speak, kenji can only moan, moan, and keep moaning. he watches you ride him and he swears he’s died already.

this is a view you can only find in heaven.

you’re just so pretty, he’s going to cum just from looking at you in this state.

look at you.

kenji’s mind is gone, and the kisses you share while you ride him are messy—teeth clanging and tongues crashing, but he loves it. he loves it when you get messy. 

“you’re so—”you bite back a moan, “you’re so pretty, kenji, oh my god—” you say to him, and he whimpers. “you make the prettiest sounds, baby, again.” again. again. again. he whimpers and he writhes again, and again, and again, for you. you only look at him in awe, because he’s so pretty when he can’t think. it makes you want to do all the thinking for him.

maybe you will.

“kenji.” you call, “you with me?” and he nods, his eyes lidded. he’s tired, but he’s with you. your left hand grabs his face, squishing his cheeks together. a feline grin makes it’s way onto your face as you lean in, “you always take such good care of me, kenji. this is my ‘thank you’.” and you’re making him pull out, and kenji whines, but he moans even louder when you sink all the way back in and he feels you squeezing him all over again. you take him to the hilt, skin slapping against skin as you watch his mouth part in utter bliss.

“do you want to cum inside me, kenji?” you ask, so very sweetly to him, and he’s so fucked out that all he can do, all he wants to do, is say “please.”

the shit you pull next has kenji dazed. you’re going so fast, you’re taking him all in, he can feel you squeeze every time you sink down and oh my god, it feels so good. “you feel so good.” 

you cum with him in a sea of bliss, and the ring that he can physically feel where you and him connect, has him on a new found high.

“wow.” 

“you really took me by surprise there.” kenji chuckled, now laying on the same couch that probably needed to be deep cleaned—you laid on his chest, smiling up at him mischievously. “i wanted to be the one in control this time. you always take good care of me, so why wouldn’t i do the same for you?” you ask, a rhetorical question that has kenji tilting his head and patting your cheek. “well, i was in great hands with youu!” he hummed, taking your hand and placing a kiss to the back of your wrist. “literally. i was in great hands.” 

you laughed, eyes creasing at the pun—and kenji laughed, too. then, he nodded towards the bathroom. “you wanna take a bath together?” he asks, “that’s about the most romantic thing you’ve ever asked me.”

“well, most is an exaggeration.” he shrugs,

“what other question would have me so happy other than that?” 

“you would know.”

“no, i don’t, wanna say it?” you challenge, a glint in your eye and kenji knows that you know.

“i don’t have a ring yet, babe.” he chuckles, wiping a stray hair off your face. “gotta make sure you get only the best, after all.” 

“well, i already have the best.” you smile into his chest, and kenji looks at the ceiling with a stupid grin on his face, before he calls mina over to tell her to set up a bath for the two of you. she obliges, snickering. as you hear the slow running of water, you feel kenji’s fingers sneak into your scalp. you needed the massage. as you let yourself give into true relaxation, you hear kenji’s voice lulling you asleep. he trusted mina would wake the two of you up once the bath was ready, anyway. 

your eyes close, and so do kenji’s, but he can’t help but reply to you—you say you have the best, but he can’t help but disagree. “i have the best, not you.”

if emi ever shrunk down

Just doodles

I LOVE THEM AND THIS MOVIEEEE 🤧🤧✨

HUMAN AU! 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

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