Bills Dread Era Definitely Makes Me Feel Something….

He ain't single he has me ‼️

single father duties 🏖️

girl what, who's searching up his address 😭😭

On IG.

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𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬. kenji sato x m!reader.

A/N: i’m sorry if I make grammatical mistakes, English is not my first language. Really thank you very much for the support in the last one, I had honestly uploaded it with the idea that I would delete it later, but it was too nice to know that some people had liked it. Thank you very much, again. 🫶🏻

Damn, I must admit that it is quite complicated to translate writings into another language, more so because certain words are lost in the translation. In a nutshell, I burned the two neurons I had trying to make this understood well and perfectly, I'm sorry if it's not what you expected. A kiss to all those people who translate their writings.

➛ CONTENT; Fluff, too much in my opinion. ➛ m!reader It contains a couple of headcanons(? and two short stories, mention of a baseball reader, mention of a private and practically secret relationship, silly and very cloying romance. (I love that, I'm sorry 😔)

Kisses over here kisses over there. Sato LOVES kisses, uniquely and specifically from you. He would die without them.

Kisses on the forehead, kisses on the neck, on the cheeks, on the hands, eskimo kisses, french kisses, butterfly kisses, any type of kisses and anywhere. He would make sure to discover and experience all of them with you. Without really reaching anything sexual, just a sweet moment shared between you two.

The tip of your nose brushed against Kenji's, and you both stood still, looking at each other. There's not much to say; you knew perfectly well what he wanted just with that look, and Kenji knew perfectly well that you would refuse, not because you didn't want to, but according to you, this was not the right place. Not with a lot of people around. At this point, you were grateful that, right now, you two were a little further away from the rest of the team. This distance shouted danger wherever you looked at it. "Kenji, no." you hurried to say "just one, please" he answered at the same speed as you, begging you with his eyes as if he were a poor hungry puppy "please, you always say the same thing. And it never ends up being just one" you whispered, laughing as you leaned away from him "please, please, it will be so fast that no one will see it, I promise" he took you by both hands, preventing you from moving away. He brought you back to him with short laughs, looking for your gaze. You looked at him carefully, observing how he had unconsciously licked his lips. One of his hands moved away from yours to take the visor of your cap, lifting it a little so that he could look at your face better "stop looking at me like that, you make the situation more difficult" he murmured almost in a whisper. You snorted as you looked at him with irony "that is my usual look, Ken"

His lips sometimes taste like coconut water. The first time you noticed that you couldn't help laughing a little at him until you admitted that you liked. Since then, strangely and by pure CASUALTY, his kisses sometimes tasted like that flavor more than usual.

Poor man, he didn't like that drink at all but he would do anything to see you smile.

You licked your lips, savoring once again that subtle coconut flavor that had been impregnated in your mouth after your kiss with Kenji. "so... coconut water, huh?" you quipped, casting a playful glance at the boy beside you. Kenji only rolled his eyes while his smile spread. He hadn't realized how much he had been drinking that particular beverage until its flavor had remained even in your mouth. "Mina has been making me drink those things for days!" Kenji replied, making sure to emphasize the last word in an exaggerated tone, you let out a laugh while you stopped at the foot of the stairs. "Well, give my biggest congratulations to the chef for an incredible dish"

He has something with the kisses at the corner of the lips; they are not his favorites, but he doesn't hate them either. Those are perfect if you both want to give each other a quick kiss in public and secretly. The way you make them so sweet when you give them to him is magical. The kisses on the forehead are given more by you than by him. His heart melts when you take him by the cheeks and bring him closer to you to plant them in the sweetest way possible, so sweet that he would probably fall into a diabetic coma. He loves to kiss you many times on the cheeks and observe how, little by little, they turn slightly pink. He likes to annoy you with that because the way you try to deny it and hide your face (failing in it because It's impossible to erase your huge smile) makes him smile like a complete idiot in love. There is a special kiss that he likes a lot, one that goes on the back of his neck. You usually give them to him when he's turning his back on you or you hug him from behind. You know it tickles him and that's why it's one of your favorites. He likes it when you slide your hands around his waist, but it's a secret.

The first time you two tried to give each other a French kiss it was a COMPLETE DISASTER. I don't think there is much need to give details. I'm just going to say that the situation was not so uncomfortable thanks to you and your optimism, that only ended up as a funny memory and most of the time you two make jokes about it. Eskimos kisses are another of your favorites, they happen frequently whether intentional or not. They usually happen before a normal kiss on the lips. You like to use it to make fun of Ken by making him believe that you are going to kiss him, but in the end you only rub your nose against his. It's quite fun to see him change his expression so quickly.

Oh the kisses on the hands, both of you love them. Sometimes he gives them unconsciously when he has one of your hands and the same thing happens with you too. He thinks that your hands are very pretty. Unlike his, you tend to have a softer hands. 

Butterfly kisses usually happen when you are very close to one of his cheeks or your face is hidden in the hollow of his neck, your eyelashes tickle him, so you usually snatch one or three laughs from him. 

For that reason, you love these kisses.

By the way, feel confident to correct me with certain words that I have used wrong and give me a couple of tips, I have no problem with it as long as you do it in a respectful way.

Take good care of yourself! 💗

I need to see charles be in redbull and in a red bull suit and livery asap

Charles: *puts a sticker to Max's back with words* Carlos: What's the words in the sticker? Charles: 'I love Charles and I know it.' Carlos: Ok then. Just hope he didn't get angry when he finds out. *2 days later* Carlos: How the fuck the sticker has not yet removed?? Charles: He probably found out already, but he likes it.

EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU SOUTA YAMAZAKI!!!!!

YEAHHAHAHAHAHAH

TOXIC GAYS IN CASTLEVANIA WE'RE SO BACK BABY I BELIEVE IN GAY RIGHTS AND GAY WRONGS

I MIGHT, be able to make this 🙏🙏🙏🙏,but I'm still busy with school 😔

Is it too much to ask someone to write a lestappen fic based on “Agora Hills” by Doja Cat? That song has been all over my fyp 😭

Like one of them really wants to get caught kissing and wants to show the other off too 🙏🏻 maybe max wants to do it after the pics we got of Charles from the Ferrari gala in NYC.

WHY WOULD U THMIK OF TGHAT MAN 😭😭😭😭

THINKING ABOUT how when you are together with hsr men, every time you both go to the air port, you'll always had earphones plugged in. Blasting music as you scroll through your phone or lean against his arm. How they will gently pat your shoulder or stand up when the speakers announce your flight number. Taking your luggage from you even though you insist on taking it.

THINKING ABOUT how you will sit quietly in the airport, phone in your hand as you scroll through your social media. The AC too cold for your taste. The noice of the bustling crowd and planes taking off passing over your head. And as your flight number is called, you stand up. Dragging your suitcase as you walk towards checkout. A moment all too familiar yet ever so unfamiliar, no earphone plugged, no hand holding yours and no seat to share with someone.