KENJI SATO MASTERLIST

KIWII’S MASTERLIST

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KENJI SATO - ULTRAMAN RISING

- ken sato needs extra help taking care of a 20 foot baby. who better to help him then you!

DOUG DAVIS - COOTIES 2014

- don’t eat the nuggets!! avoid the children! stick with doug and the rest of the teachers and don't die. i repeat, do NOT die.

OTHERS !!

andrew neiman - whiplash 2014 drabble

sid the zombie - dorian: love me dead drabble

Hi I was wondering if you could do Ken sato x reader head cannons about how it was like the first couple of months him and reader dating please🤭. It could be like them trying to impress the other or getting comfortable with cuddling and holding hands. (Holding hands kinda scare me idk😭) Anyways I hope you are having a good day, evening or night💕.

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this is such a cute idea! getting into a relationship/situationship is always so nerve wrecking so i could see this :3

i tried incorporating your fear of holding hands so it felt more realistic - i hope your having a good day, evening, or night too!

kenji sato headcannons!

kenji would be all over the place

even though he comes off as charismatic and flirty, he’s so nervous when he’s near you

he’s tripping over himself whenever you look his way

he would honestly ask you out with those GIANT bouquets and would stutter the entire time

definitely see him falling down with the bouquet cause of how huge it is

when you give him a kiss on his cheek as a ‘thank you’, he breaks down and starts panicking from his love butterflies in his stomach

the first time kenji goes to hold your hand, you can’t help but get scared of it

he was so understanding, instead he decided to just play with your fingers to coerce you into being more comfortable

he always wants you to feel safe

your first date, you end up getting really overdress, you can’t help but panic thinking you went too crazy with you look when you hear the doorbell ring

you can’t help but giggle opening the door and seeing kenji standing their nervously with a tuxedo on… to your simple lunch date

the both of you end up laughing the entire day at your efforts to look good for one another

the second month, you both decided to cuddle for the first time - you were a mess as he held you in his arms, your heart pounded like crazy, it was too the point that you couldn’t watch the movie at all

on the other hand, kenji is a babbling mess when he holds you and is scared he’s hurting you with his grip

he goes to hold your hand while cuddling you, the both of you smiling like a pair of lovesick teens

on christmas, he goes crazy with its gifts… it’s a good thing you did too

it isn’t till it’s four or five months into dating, that kenji kisses you, he’s so gentle making you turn into a pile of goo

he just really wanted you to feel comfortable and didn’t want to rush any of your guy’s first times

every day all day

david edit 4 u tumblr people cause tiktok wont let me post it 😞😞

i don’t usually reblog stuff but i need to NEVER lose this video, it’s my holy grail now - just KNAWING AT MY PHONE *alpha growl and barks*

(god i need help. this my pookie fr)

Adam, Specs, and Doug thats my holy trinity

someone please request some spec fisher or adam stanheight stories from me pls because omgosh im drooling (i might just do it myself without the requests)

submissive, petite, fertile, breedable, you get the idea.

mommy’s here // ken sato x reader

Chapter One

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the sound of feet slammed against the floor. a yell tearing the air. the city lights flashed around their eyes as they held their head in their hands. the body lunging forward with as much force mustered.

his breaths were shaky as he fell to the ground. his body trying to compose itself as he rushed away from where the KDF were attacking the kaiju. the kaiju he could not defeat. this wasn't his first time running away from the fight.

he didn't even want to be there. he just wanted to play baseball, but this is what he gets for coming back to japan to help his father. his father that wasn't even there, that lectured him, that left him and his mother alone. he hated this.

he knew it was wrong of him to run from the scene but he couldn't avoid it. he held his left arm that now stung with pain, running to his motorbike that sat hidden in the dark. 

"ken, the KDF seem to be using excessive force. shall i plot a course back to the battle?" the voice of mina rang through his ears. his eyes following drones that flew by him. "you know what, imma punch out for the night. let the KDF handle it." his smirk that graced his sharp features quickly morphed into a frown as a call from his dad showed on the inside of his helmet.

"right on time, here comes the guilt trip." he sighed. "he's already left 10 messages." mina's robotic voices spoke out as calls of his dad flashed on his screen. "nope! no thanks, i've had my butt kicked enough tonight. please silence all calls, mina. i need some me time." he said focusing on the road ahead of him.

"after your interview with miss wakita, of course." mina briefly mentioned. his figure shot up quickly while still riding. "wait! with the same lady from the press conference?" "yes ken, the same lady from the press conference. and your an hour late." he could only shift down, but looked up and sped up his bike, zooming past cars as he switched lanes like nothing.

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"i heard you're really good at avoiding hard questions." ami's voice spoke up in the dim lighted room, as kenji only slurped at the noodles in front of him. "mmm! these noodles are killer. want some?" the irony of the situation being him avoiding the statement. "i'm okay. thanks. mind if i record?" her soft voice spoke up as she lifted up phone in front of her.

"mm do your thing." he said, uncaring of the situation. "so you've had an impressive career." she started off. "gold glove. silver slugger. tea?" he spoke up picking up the kettle near him as she dismissed his offer with a wave of her hand. "and yet you've never won a championship." she responded back.

he could only put down the kettle and let out a breathy chuckle. "wow. right for the throat." "it's just an observation." she said calmly. "'just an observation.' sure. you know, there are lots of great players who never won titles." his voice laced with defense as her words. "yes. and some say you're better than all of them."

"some?" he could only chuckle while pulling his cup away from his lips. "you have seen me play, right?" he said leaning in tauntingly. it wasn't hard to deny the cockiness that came with his words. his pride was biggest feature besides the skills he boasted about.

"420 batting average. 624 stolen bases." ami responded sitting confidently, her hand lifting in the air, "but?" kenji inquired as he stretched out the word. "but personal stats don't win championships." "so my ego is holding me back?" he assumed as he poured rhetorical sauce from a cup into his noodles, all while aggravated.

"i didn't say that. and to be honest, i'm not here to discuss stats." her voice was loud, laced with confidence but slight annoyance at his behavior. "then why are we discussing stats?" "because players are more comfortable talking about stats then themselves." she remarked back.

"hey i'm happy to talk about me." "great! because i want to know why. why you avoid most interviews, why you keep your teammates at a distance, and why you left a city that loves you to..." her strong tone slowly went quiet as she saw what the man in front of her was doing.

"you know, your supposed to dip your noodles in the sauce." he could only look at her, his eyes peering out from his sunglasses. "i like doing things my way." he could only tauntingly pour the sauce into the noodles. "okay, let's remind. earlier, i asked about your mother."

the interview slowly passed by as he could only zone out from the questions being asked. he felt himself disassociate from the conversation, his whole body on autopilot till the moment he was back home. it was the one place he could relax and get away from those that pestered him.

he could only stand in the holographic life size park that mina loaded onto the room as his body moved forward, swinging his bat as it slammed against the ball. he could only watch as it shot back into the sky at his force. "yeah! that's what i'm talking about!" he yelled excited. it was short lived as pain erupted from his shoulder, reaching out to hold it from the pain.

the robotic sphere known as mina flew down, scanning his body. "ken, it appears that you have sprained your rotator cuff during the battle." the hologram of the park faded away, resulting back into the usual metal room. he walked away as she trailed behind him through the doors. "yup, that's what i get for saving lives."

"ken, it is your duty to save lives." mina said as she hovered behind him. "yeah well i prefer to save my arm and leave the kaijus to the KDF." he said as he walked towards a long couch. "you know what happens when you leave it to the KDF." he could only chuck mockingly as he sat down.

"yeah. i have a double-double, a chocolate shake, and a good nights sleep. now stop trying to be my mother." he said staring mina down. "i am as i was programmed." he only looked down after, tapping his foot against the bottom of his couch.

a cabinet popped out, almost a cooler, showing drinks inside that rolled around. he could only scoff in shock, looking up surprised. "coconut water?!? mina, did you throw my fancy fizzy drinks?" he interrogated.

"healthy choices, healthy body." he could only sigh as he opened a can of coconut water. he took a sip only to clear his throat in disgust. "mmm, taste just like a fart." he said annoyed. "ken, i wonder if you might consider taking a break."

"from drinking farts?" "from baseball." kenji could only look up at mina in shock. "give up the one thing that puts a smile on my face? sorry. no. tv please." mina listened to his command, the tv turning on in response.

the screen showcased the scene from where he had fought the kaiju from above. "more destruction today as the KDF and ultraman battles neronga. as one witness told us..." the news reporters voice quieted down as the news now showed an older lady.

"i love ultraman. always have. he's done so much good in the past." "thank you citizen." kenji told the tv as he rained the coconut water in a cheer. the older lady began to talk. "but he's been gone for months. and now that he's back, it's like he doesn't really care. i mean look at this."

kenji could only sit and stare. "i didn't even want this gig. and now everybody's coming at me." he said getting ready to turn off the tv. until something caught his ear. "but it wasn't all bad. i thought the situation was a lost cause when ultraman bolted from the scene. until someone else came in."

kenji could only stop in shock, confused at what she was referencing. "they came out of nowhere, helping to stop neronga. i don't know who it was but they were just as big as ultraman himself. thank you new hero, thank you."

he stared at the tv as it displayed scenes of someone fighting neronga. 'who was this? where were they this entire time?' another metal hero ran towards neronga, slamming into the kaijus body as they wrestled them down. grabbing its horn, they pushed it down, the kaiju roaring out as a laser shot from its mouth.

the new person summoned a shield as they jumped away from the attack. they could only crouch down in response, jumping into the air, only to land on its back. they grabbed their horn once again, small cracks showing from the force of the heroes grip.

wrapping their arms around its torso, they lifted neronga up. kenji could only watch as they flipped them over with intense strength, body slamming neronga to an already destroyed building, knocking them unconscious. the hero could only stand up proudly, only to jump away from the cameras.

the footage ended there as he stared in disbelief. "who is that? where the fuck did they come from mina?!" he yelled as he turned the tv off, his hands raking through his hair. as far as he knew, he was the only hero here. the only person that had this duty passed down to since his fathers injury. right?

mina could only stare at his face of shock, examining the situation. "ken, please calm down. letting your emotions react this way will cause you to undergo stress, affecting your strained shoulder."

he could only huff out intense breaths, slowly calming down as he moved to sit back down on his couch. 'what was that? why am i barely hearing about them now? why did they only show up after i left the scene? do they work for the KDF?' his head produced question after question, trying to think of what could have been happening.

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soft footsteps walked up stairs till they stopped in front of a door. the source of the noise raised their hand, knocking on the door there times. the door opened slightly, leaving a small crack open. the person behind the door took notice of who knocked. quickly the door opened, shushing them inside the room. "good job on finishing your task (y/n), i am proud of the progress you have made."

they could only smile softly at the praise, giving them a bow as a sign of their gratitude. "thank you professor sato. i could not have come this far if it was not for your help." the pair sat down, slowly getting lost in new tactics that they could use for the next battle.

hi. this is my first time requesting anything but i have a request to make. it's an idea i thought about while trying to sleep. is it ok of you can do Ken Sato x Singer! Reader? if you don't want to that's okay.

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this sounds like a wonderful idea! i would love to write this for you! :3 i hope you’re okay with the storyline! i’m not the very best at writing stories without long descriptions 0-0

propmt: mina sets up kenji with an interview. on the way there, he instead ends up running into up-and-coming new singer y/n.

kenji fumbled with the zipper of his jacket, the pulse of his heart increasing as he ran around his home. he had just got back home from a mission, having to deal with another hectic kaiju that destroyed the city, and with the even more bothersome KDF.

upon getting home, mina had informed him of a interview she had accepted on the behalf of gaining more publicity on kenji’s rise as a more cooperative member of the giants baseball team.

“fuck mina, how many minutes till the interview starts?” kenji basically barked out, grabbing his keys off the side table, along with his phone and motorcycle helmet. “you have about 15 minutes to get there, along with another 20 minutes on preparing yourself for the interview itself.” the robotic orb responded, hovering near the slightly tanned skin asian.

his hand raked along his hair, pushing any fly away strands back into place. “good, i should have a couple of minutes to spare then.” he said throwing on his helmet, all while making his way to his front door.

“mina, tell my dad to take care of emi, please. he should get here in a couple minutes. unlock the door for him when he arrives.” kenji says, giving mina a quick wave as he ran to his motorcycle.

he inserted his keys into the cars ignition, quickly turning the keys, making his bike roar slightly. his hands gripped the handles of his bike securely, with his foot landing in the gas pedal. it wasn’t long till he found himself driving, the cool air of the night hitting his body.

he couldn’t help but sigh from the freshness of the air, feeling a bit more relaxed about the interview. his bike drove through the city, the colorful lights of purple and blue flashing his helmets visor.

it wasn’t long till he found himself in front of the building where the interview would take place. kenji took his helmet off, fixing his hair quickly as he chain locked his motorcycle in place. he sped walked past the doors, pushing them open as his ears were filled with the sounds of people talking and rushing around.

he ran past the receptionist, too tired to deal with check ins. it’s fine it didn’t matter, they knew to expect him anyways. he’s finger pressed at the button of the elevator, his foot impatiently tapping as he waiting for the iron doors to slide open.

a ding sounded out as he quickly got on, not bothering to check if anyone was coming as his finger hastily pressed the ‘closes doors’ button. he sighed in relief seeing the doors slowly waiting, looking at his watch to see he had only about 25 minutes to prep and settle down.

his eyes flickered up at the doors in shock when a hand stuck itself into the elevator doors. the unknown had pried the doors open slightly till them automatically open. kenji couldn’t help his jaw being open from the shock of someone shoving their hand in right before it closed, almost risking an injury.

the person walked in, smacking their hands together to rid of any dust and gunk they might have picked up. you looked up, raising an eyebrow at his face. “you might want to keep that mouth shut pretty boy, a mosquito might fly in.” you say snickering slightly.

kenji closed his mouth, readjusting his posture to look a bit more carefree and relaxed. “yeah, i know that.” he remarked, kind of confused at the interaction at hand.

“did you really? it doesn’t look like you knew that sato.” you say moving to click the button for the floor you were going to, but he stood near it. you cleared your throat waiting for him to move out of the way, but he just stood there.

“you need to learn how to get out of the way.” you say as you lean over him, your body close to his, almost touching, as you tap the button to the sixth floor. “seventh floor, huh?” you ask him, seeing the lit up button as you pull away from his space.

he could help but to smell the scent of your cologne/perfume as he nodded. “yeah, seventh floor. i got an interview i have to be at in a bit.” he says, looking down at his watch to keep track of the time.

“oh really? i do too.” kenji raised his eyebrows in curiosity. he had yet to have heard of you, so his brain rummaged around for what you could be getting interviewed for.

giving up, he just decided to ask. “what are you getting interviewed for?” you turned to him, smiling at his question. “up and coming singer. the media is interested in my ‘sudden’ rise to fame, so i was offered an opportunity to be interviewed, as well as a short performance there as well.” you say, your eyes drifting up to see you were almost close to the sixth floor.

kenji wouldn’t deny his interest. it wasn’t a lie to he enjoyed music. he played it throughout his house every chance he could get. “how long have you been playing for then?”

it made you ecstatic to be asked about the journey to your current present. “i’ve been performing for a couple years now, started off by doing small gigs at a club around the corner from here and uploading videos, honestly just testing my luck.” you say fixing your shirt as you see the sixth floor coming up.

“well, isn’t that something. it’s a good thing you’re here now, practicing really does benefit people.” he said smiling. he was strange, but a good strange. the famous baseball player was undeniably attractive. you were sure you would’ve blushed if it wasn’t for your blood already pumping from stage freight.

“yeah it is. it’s good to be here, makes it fun to meet new people, just like right now actually.” you say as the elevator makes a ding sound. “well, this is my stop. i should get going. good luck on your interview!” you say smiling as you step out.

kenji watches you from inside the elevator as the doors begin to close. you wave at him smiling, to which he smiles back a bit. right as the doors are about to shut, he watches as you wink, your hand making a ‘call me’ motion as the doors close.

kenji can’t help but blush at your sudden confidence. he would have called you, but he didn’t even get your name, nor your number. he had gotten no information about you at all. he can’t help but chuckle at your attempt, finding it cute.

he watches as the elevator is almost to the seventh floor. he fixes his hair once again from nerves, walking out as the doors open. he confidently struts to the dressing room, having a couple minutes to spare. his hands find their way to his jacket pocket. his fingers hit something in them, it couldn’t have been his keys or his phone, it was too small and thin.

he raises an eyebrow as he pulls out a small card. he looks down, reading the information on it. he couldn’t help but to slightly blush as he read the writing on it.

“call me cutie - (xxx) xxx-xxxx y/n ♡”

he chuckled, smiling softly as he placed in back in his pocket. he opened the doors to his dressing room, taking a seat. a smile gracing his lips as he realized you had snuck the card in his pocket when you had leaned over him to press the button for the sixth floor.

he is definitely going to send you a text when he gets home.

PLEASE

help me… i’ve fallen in love with the cutest zombie ever omgosh so hears this short drabble

click to read ♡ mostly fluff with occasional suggestive flirting, but that’s just sid :3 not proof read!

your hands work against the edge of the bed, your body hunched over as you aggravatingly tidy the bed. a small grunt escapes your lips as you struggle with the fitted sheet, you had always found it to be a pain to set up.

from the other side of the room, a figure walks in, almost too quiet for you to even hear with the way your mind is fuming from annoyance. the silhouette of the unnoticed figure lurks near the shadows of the wall. there chest barely rising as they creep closer on your unsuspecting figure.

with a sudden yell, they wrap their arms around you, their body pressing against your back as you yell from fright, your hands moving quicker then you can comprehend. “fuck!” you stop when you hear the familiar voice, your head quickly looking at them in worry.

“oh gosh sid! i’m sorry, i didn’t know it was you, are you okay??” you quickly move closer to him, your hand finding the spot he hand on the side of his cheek. you softly pull his hand away from his face, your eyes widening with guilt at the scratch on his face.

your ring had cut him. how? you don’t know. but all that mattered was checking on him. he groaned teasingly, he could feel it but it barely made an effect on his body.

“ouch, cupcake, you really know how to pack a punch.” he pretended to wince from the pain, making you gush over him. “i’m sorry! i didn’t see you!” your words jumbled together as you checked him over for any other injuries.

“y’know, if you want to feel me up, you could just ask.” his face held a cocky smirk, the same faint purple blush on his face as his eyes looked you up and down. you blushed from his comment, making him laugh. “you’re so cute, omgosh. i can’t believe you’re mine.”

your prodded at the inside of your mouth, not wanting to get distracted from his, much loved, comments. “shush, let me clean you up.” your eyebrows furrowed as you went over to wipe the blood off his face. “ooh i like that idea.” he wiggled his eyebrows, making you smack him softly on his chest.

“i meant your cut, puppy.” you spoke as you finally wiped the blood off his face with your finger. “lemme see.” he spoke, gently grabbing your finger as he faced the blood to his face. “hmm?” with a quick move, he leaned in, licking the blood off your finger with his blood.

“hm, just like i thought. not good at all.” he said pouting playfully. “gross sid! that’s your blood.” you said grimacing slightly. “oh please, i was just comparing tastes.” his eyes stared you down, almost like he was eating you. “comparing tastes to what?”

your eyebrow raised up in slight curiosity. “well since you’ve so kindly asked.” your questions were answered as he leaned in, his hand grabbing your chin gently, bringing your face closer to his. he tilted, his tongue creating a long stripe across your cheek.

“sid!” you face felt warm at his actions, making him smile and laugh. “i’m sorry, i had to, you’re just so easy to tease.” you pouted at him, making him smile at you. “no sad. not when i’m around at least.” his finger poked at your nose, making you look at him.

“yes yes, i know. cause sid time means happy time.” you grumbled the words out. the wide grin on his face never leaving him. “exactly.” he leans in, placing a gentle kiss on your lips, not until pulling away with a small nibble to your bottom lip. “now let’s get this cut patched up.”

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