Had some NSFWish Thoughts™️ inspired by your ken stuff (I thought rygos as ken was too dehydrated and orange before I read any of it you've rewired my brain chemistry) 😩
Ken (s in general) calling his partner (read: whining) Barbie when he's getting sucked good or just generally having a good time - not because he wishes it was classic Barbie, he loves you - but because in Barbieland every 'woman' is Barbie and the kens are just kinda hardwired like that because the most important woman to them romantically is usually their barbie. It's kind of like their way of saying ily or a really intimate term of endearment since they don't do it on purpose but it signifies in this case how attached he is to you? Idk, he's a little confused, but he's your Ken and you're his Barbie <3
Anon!! I’m so glad my writing made orange dehydrated Ryan Gosling seem appealing to you lmao. If it helps to know this, part of the prep for actors in Barbie involved drinking a lot of water every day as well as the tan lotion, so he might have been orange but at least he wasn’t suffering 💕
Ken not being able to get the Barbie and Ken mindset out of his head after leaving Barbieland is so strangely sad. It only slips out during those moments where he’s feeling something really deeply — like the overwhelming pleasure of his soul being sucked out of his dick, or just having a nice time with you where he feels loved and wanted and safe!
During the former, he will cry it out, kind of strangled and very breathy, with his fingers gripping at your hair. The latter, he will sigh it on a gentle breath, almost inaudible.
However it’s being said though, it’s really his way of expressing the way he feels about you. About the way you make him feel: complete.
hello,, i loved your goslings x physically affectionate reader headcanons 🩷 they’re all so cute and very real to me..
if you’re willing to write requests could you do some headcanons or something for Ken being really clingy or just obsessed with his s/o in general.. i feel like he’d freak out if he actually got into a relationship and would always be thinking of them
tysm for this request!! this was SO fun and silly to write! i tried to make everything extra ridiculous lmaooo :P it makes me happy to see how many ppl enjoyed the ken portion of my last post bc he deserves alll the love-- poor bby is trying his best
ken dating hcs!
⤷ it wasn’t until his 384th time of asking you to be his girlfriend that you finally accepted
⤷ his previous proposals were truly elaborate– boombox outside your dreamhouse, playing guitar at you, and the one he really thought would swoon you: him absolutely destroying the other Kens in a beach off
⤷ instead of falling head over heels for him, you just touched his hand, told him “good job!” with a dazzling smile, and walked away
⤷ yeah, he didn’t wash that hand for a few days after that interaction... he's down baddd
⤷ he even set up an elaborate scheme to make it look like he saved a cat from a tree– instead, he ended up with a swollen, scratched face and barely a second glance from you
⤷ so now, after many failed romance attempts, he’s at your doorstep again with a huge humble bouquet of roses because he absolutely refuses to give up
⤷ when you open the door, looking as stunning as always, he rushes through the words he’s said a million times by now
⤷ “please please please be my girlfriend??”
⤷ he scrunches his eyes closed as he shoves the bouquet towards your face with one hand, while his other hand has two fingers crossed in desperation
⤷ you’re not sure what it was, but something about his hopeful, adorable persistence made you have a change of heart– so, you gave him a chance
⤷ you smile, “sure! pick me up tomorrow for a date. 7 pm.”
⤷ his jaw drops. did he hear that right?? you? on a date? with him?!
⤷ he would’ve dropped the bouquet too if you hadn’t taken it before shutting the door
⤷ he quite literally couldn’t contain his excitement– this boy is running around, skipping down the street, doing acrobatics (is that a trail of sparkles behind him?)
⤷ of course, he also took a minute to have an epic monologue speech about how he’s “waited for this moment his whole life” and that he’d “like to thank his parents,” etc etc
⤷ and now… oh boy, be prepared for what you’ve just unleashed into your life
⤷ the first time you went out together, you swore you saw hearts in his eyes the whole night
⤷ one time, you casually reached out to hold onto his arm while walking, and he internally exploded
⤷ he actually started floating off the ground at some point out of giddiness, and the only thing anchoring him was you clutching his arm as you continued to walk down the street
⤷ when he first got his hands on a cowboy hat, he thought it’d be very manly of him to activate his suave southern charm and plop the hat onto you
⤷ instead, he just got flustered and forgot whatever cringey pick up line he was gonna use because of how good you looked in his hat
⤷ also, he’s genuinely willing to do anything and everything to impress you
⤷ one sunny day, Ken and the other kens decided to play some beach volleyball while you lounged under an umbrella with the other barbies
⤷ at game point, he saw his opportunity– he was gonna score that winning point!! the ball was set to him, and the circumstances were perfect
⤷ he pointed at you, gave you a wink, and yelled: “this one’s for you!!!”
⤷ it all happened in slow motion. literally.
⤷ he leapt, took a huge swing, and then– wham. Ken is facedown on the floor, his hit completely blocked by Rival Ken
⤷ you rushed over to his side, checking for any injuries and totally fussing over him
⤷ he just stared at you, dazed. the sun perfectly illuminated the back of your head and made you look absolutely ethereal
⤷ “hello, beautiful angel”
⤷ he tried leaning in for a romantic kiss, but you just giggled and helped him get to doctor barbie, glad that he was conscious
⤷ he insisted that your smooches would be enough to cure him of any ailment, but you were stern about getting him checked by a professional (you gave him a kiss as a reward though!)
⤷ if he’s ever in a mopey mood, his first instinct is to crawl into your arms and stay there until he feels better… spoiler alert: it normally doesn’t take that long. he’s always happy with you
⤷ sometimes, you have to wear the pants in the relationship. it doesn’t bother either of you though– Ken’s just happy to be in the same room as you
⤷ speaking of the same room, he almost stopped functioning when you asked him if he would stay the night in your dreamhouse
⤷ he jumped into your arms as soon as the words left your mouth, and you carried him like that all the way up to your bed
⤷ you guys fall asleep in your matching pink pajamas! please cuddle him to sleep, it would make him the happiest doll in all of barbieland
⤷ in sum, Ken thinks of you 25/7. when he sleeps, he dreams of you. when he’s up, he’s trailing you around like a lost puppy. even when he first wakes to greet the sun, he sees you and your blinding smile instead
⤷ he’s always trying to be kenough for you, and you love him for it
This is my first time writing in a while, so forgive me if I’m rusty! Been obsessed with the Barbie movie, so here’s some Stereotypical Ken x Reader headcanonssss
please feel free to send ken prompts/asks i am so bored!!
(also, i wrote this in like an hour so there’s probably some typos and ken is probably ooc or something i’m sorry 😭)
You and Ken had been dating for a month now, the two of you in the human world
dinner dates
He doesn’t really have a concept of indoor voices, so he kind of talks at a normal volume.
which would be fine, except you’re in a formal restaurant where everyone is basically whispering.
If you gently point it out, though, he’ll go extra quiet and only talk in a whisper for the rest of the dinner.
He’s just paranoid that he’s embarrassing you or something.
When the bill comes, he definitely tries to pay it (assuming he has money).
If you get to the bill first, he gets really pouty, though he’ll forget he was ever upset if you give him a kiss.
“Y/nnnn, let me pay. It’s the least I can do," Ken begs, pulling out the puppy-dog eyes.
"No," you respond. "You try to pay for everything. Let me treat you once in a while."
It takes a great deal of self-control, but you can't stay away from his eyes long enough to pay for dinner. After you hand the check back to the waiter, you glance back at a now-sulking Ken. He looks almost sad.
With an affectionate eye roll and a smile, you lean across the table and press a small kiss onto his lips. Immediately, he melts into it. And when you pull back, he’s all smiles before he remembers that he’s supposed to be mad at you.
If he gets to it first, he pays, and he smiles at you triumphantly, clearly proud of himself.
After dinner, he insists on walking you home because he doesn’t own a car.
At your door, he thanks you for taking him out and kind of stands there awkwardly.
You have to lean in and initiate the goodbye kiss, but he more than enjoys it.
Study dates/coffee shop dates
Ken didn’t go to college, or school at all, really, so he didn’t quite understand the concept of the date you were currently bringing him to.
However, he sat patiently in the coffee shop while you got your stuff together and opened your laptop, just smiling at you like an idiot.
He takes the time to admire you in your element.
When you ask him what coffee he wants so you can get it for him, he cocks his head in confusion.
"There are, like, different kinds?" he asks innocently, glancing between you and the sigh with different options he had previously failed to notice.
You have to stifle a giggle at his reaction.
"Yeah, there’s a bunch. Come on, I'll recommend you some."
Ken tried a latte.
He didn’t like it.
However, he sipped on it periodically, mirroring your actions as you looked through your work.
He had brought some books on Horses to look over while you were doing your thing, but he couldn’t really focus on reading while you were right there.
He placed some random sticky notes on the pages absentmindedly as he watched you with wonder in his blue eyes.
If you get frustrated at all, He’s quick to ask what’s bothering you and decides that he’s going to help you study. Whether that involved holding your extra papers or helping you with flashcards,
When you wrap up, you notice how little of his latte he has drank.
When you ask about it, he quickly downs the whole thing, plastering a fake smile on top of his look of disgust.
movie dates
This one was Ken's idea.
There's a movie theater in Barbieland, so he knew the basic premise of a movie date.
Although it took a while for him to figure out how to buy the tickets because in Barbieland they were free,
She definitely picked The Little Mermaid.
It seemed like a safe option to him, considering that everything else was either sad-looking or a horror movie, and he can’t really handle either of those.
The plan was to meet at the theater, so he waited outside for you to get there.
When you did, you two went inside and ordered a large popcorn, but Ken let out a little gasp of excitement at the other snacks on sale.
He ends up buying a pretzel, a bag of chips, and a bag of cookies.
All of which he insists on sharing with you.
When you finally go into the theater, he gets a confused look on his face.
He’s never seen movie ads before, so he assumes they're part of the movie.
"I thought this was about a mermaid."
After explaining it to him, he nods vigorously and blushes a bit in embarrassment.
When the movie finally starts, he smiles really big and turns to look at you.
Ken gets HEAVILY invested in the movie.
He definitely cries during Part of Your World, and he’s horrible at hiding it. That results in him clinging to your arm and the people next to him giving him weird looks.
When it’s over, he has a look of faraway wonder in his eyes.
As you two walk out of the theater, he can’t stop gushing about how cute Ariel and Eric were. And how he wanted to watch the original animated movie. And how you two should have matched Little Mermaid Halloween Costumes
Before you leave to go home, Ken gives you a bone-crushing hug and a thank you for spending your afternoon with him.
Which leads you to kiss him.
Which makes him unable to stop blushing as you say your goodbyes for the night.
A/N: I have so many ideas about Ken exploring the Real World I don't think my notes are big enough for it…
Summary: Ken plays Uno for the first time, and the Real World Reader helps him out.
Word count: 657 words;
Have a good reading!
Ken never played board games. Of course, in Barbieland he had… Cards that had to be placed on top of other cards of the same type without any rules? Well, I think everyone will agree that this is a bit outside the scope of the conventional notion of board games, so the bottom line is still the same: Ken has never played a real board game. And you, as his Real World tour guide, decided to fix that by starting with elementary Uno.
"Ken…" You tried your best to hold back the urge to look at Ken's cards that he had so naively put on display. And also laughter. Because his carelessness could not but cheer you up. "You need to hide your cards or I can spy on them and beat you easily."
"Oh".
Ken turned them upside down in an instant.
"You didn't get to see them, did you?"
You finally opened your eyes and looked unhindered into Ken's worried face.
“No, don't worry. I'll win in a fair fight, so… And now it's my turn.'
You didn't have a choice, so you laid out the color selection card. In fact, you stuck it out until the very end because you knew for sure that Ken…
“Ah, this is the card you were telling me about, isn't it? This, um…”
…will have some problems with this.
“This card means I can now choose any suit for the next card. And I choose…"
You thought for a moment, although there was no need for it. You could normally say the color you have more of, or just the first color that comes to mind. But it was not difficult to notice that Ken, or rather his game, was in a bad situation... This was evidenced by at least a dozen cards in his hands. You didn't want Ken to lose and get discouraged in his first Uno game, so you decided to play along with him a little. Sometimes breaking the rules can serve a good cause.
"…Blue!"
Ken's face immediately darkened. He frowned and you realized that, it seems, in your efforts to do the best, you only made it worse.
"No! I'd rather choose... Green?"
Ken's face lit up and filled with pride, not hiding his sincere emotions at all. And you were finally able to exhale.
You played for a while longer, and you did your best to push Ken to victory. And now, at the most decisive moment, when you both had only one card left, you were quite ready to give this win to your opponent. However, it seems that Ken had other plans.
He decisively threw a reverse card into the deck. You're about to take a breath to shout out congratulations on his first victory, but...
"Oh, I think my card is the wrong color... I'll have to take more, am I right?"
You stare in confusion at the other card in Ken's hand. But a moment ago he had only one!
"Ken, didn't you already have Uno?"
"No, I had two cards! Uh-huh… Yeah."
Ken was a lousy liar. He couldn't even keep a straight face during the game, and then there was the lie, so you easily uncovered his little scam. It looks like you weren't the only one who wanted your opponent to win.
You smiled to yourself, enjoying Ken's sweet act. Even though he didn't know much about the game, he was still trying to help you. Your smile became all too obvious as you realized this.
"Okay... I propose a draw, what do you think?"
"Does that mean we both win, or does that mean we both lose?"
"It means that we ended this match on equal terms. And now we can go eat ice cream as a prize."
Ken smiled broadly, unable to contain his feelings. His smile was even happier than if he had just won the game.
But what would you do if I went to touch you now?What would you do if they never found us out? What would you do if we never made a sound?
🤭👀🦋
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You appointed your sous chef to run the restaurant while you wanted to work the first few months to get the school lunch system in order. The kitchen facility was much less advanced to what you had access to before and the menu needed a revamp. None of the kids were getting any nutritious meals in and upon further research it was easier to understand why not many students were willing to have their meals here. For the price they were paying, they did not receive food they liked.
The benefit of being from an established restaurant meant you got your own office within the school and it felt empowering. To have your own corner. It felt like as the days passed, your sleeplessness was getting worse and all you could think of was how hard it was to try and be anything else other than what this world expected women to be. You wanted to quit your job or resort to being comfortable with just being in the background.
It was like a new wave of bitterness and futility that had taken every woman by a storm. A few of them were like zombies, not lively as they had once been before. The hallway chatter had died down, a lot of companies began to struggle, all over the world it was becoming more apparent. That if women were taken out of the system, it began to fail on itself.
But through this you were facing another unique challenge on your own. You had asked for time with Ken, to contemplate on that friendship and process his return. You had at minimum expected him to have popped up into your life again to remind you he needed an answer, or buy his way in with treats and flamboyant gestures to convince you he was trying but none of that happened over the past week. He was firstly busy with his schedule but then he never went out of his way to find you. But even if he had done so you would know because you were avoiding him, only out of the need to observe him from afar.
Once the meals for the day and week were sorted all that you needed to do was oversee the execution and make sure the pantry was stocked with the required ingredients while managing the budget. Which gave you a little extra time to snoop around.
You opened up your phone to start the first step, to check if he had any social media presence and your search came up with nothing. He wasn’t anywhere online. He would turn up to school 10 mins early just to be there to welcome the kids who needed to come to library to study and some days would surprise them with a box of donuts.
When you walked down the corridors you would always here the sound of children laughing and him making jokes. The more you observed him to try to find a characteristic that could label him or show you that deep down he was just as bad as any other guy, you couldn’t. There was no flaw.
Come lunch time, he would sit alone to have his meal, his eyes occasionally catching yours when you stood behind the counter and before he could initiate a conversation you would leave, to hide inside the service area.
It was just that when you’ve wanted to be right so badly, admitting defeat to being proven wrong made you feel a lot more humiliated.
You were walking back to your office post the lunch rush when you could hear him down the hallway. His voice animated as he narrated a story and it drew you towards the library door. From the glass window in it, you could seen him, wearing a paper crown while all the other children were gathered around him wearing some form of character related clothing, all taking part in the story telling.
The smile on these toddler’s faces caused you to smile too. But there was one issue that you couldn’t resolve. How was it that he had brought forth a change in himself while you were struggling for it?
even after having visited the real world before you did.
“God, he’s so good with kids. It’s unbelievable.”, someone slid up next to you. Turning to see who it was, you found yourself standing next to the school principal.
“He just turned up at my doorstep one day. I was skeptical cause he had no work experience but look at that face.”, she smirked.
You weren’t interested in listening to her take, it astonished you that most failed to value him for his character and only chose to exploit him for his physical beauty.
“Who can stay no to all of that?”, she gossiped but your eyes could only focus on him.
His sandy blonde hair turning golden as it caught the afternoon light, the pastel pink shirt he wore reminded you of where you had come from. It made you feel special, that wherever you were, you and him had that special connection to exist in a world of your own.
“He’s more than that.”, you said confidently to which she hummed half heartedly.
“But just between us girls though. I believe he already has a girlfriend. I tried to kiss him once and he let it slip.”, she shrugged her shoulders as if her comment was well intentioned but it was rather a way of letting you know that you didn’t have any more chance than she did.
“But hey, until I see a ring on that girl’s finger nothing is set in stone.”, she laughed as she patted your arm but you couldn’t find the humor in her statement.
Every day you learnt something new about this city and this place. But to take a step back from your own problems, you only found more. To understand that just as vulnerable as you were, he was too.
As you looked into the class again, his eyes were on you as he settled the kids into their nap time. He stood up, beginning to walk towards you. The hair on your arms stood up with the shameful feeling of having been caught. You weren’t brave enough to stay, to face him. So you bolted the other direction annoyed with yourself that you were behaving like a teenager.
The day was almost over and you were at ease knowing that since today was friday evening, if you snuck out without him knowing, then you had the whole weekend to yourself without this constant gnawing crush feasting on your mind. You couldn’t put yourself through it again, to have him infiltrate your mind. You knew how it went last time, so why try again. You just wanted to snuff before it consumed you whole.
You put away your folders and stepped out after making sure there was no one around. You locked your door and quickly began to walk towards the school entrance, throwing glances over your shoulder keeping a vigilant watch for Ken.
But suddenly you felt a warm hold around your wrist and then a firm tug, which altered your course of direction from the school's entrance to the Janitor’s closet. You were going to scream, absolutely convinced this was an abduction when a hand wrapped around your mouth. Your back rested on his chest as he shushed you, just by the softness of his touch you could tell it was the one man you were trying to hide from.
He watched the crack beneath to door, only to watch a passing shadow and the sound of clicking heels against the floor tiles. But all you could focus on was how his muscles were taut beneath his shirt, his warm breath slipping down the back of your neck and the rhythm of his rapid heart that beat in sync with yours. It was sureal, hearing his heart beat for the first time, it reminded you that he was real.
As the sound faded, he relaxed and let go of you. But you were grateful for the dark, he couldn’t see how deep your cheeks were flushed.
“What were you thinking?”, you whispered quickly.
“I wanted to talk to you.”, he responded.
“You don’t kidnap people for that.”, you gestured around you.
“No, I’ve made sure you don’t take off running again.”, he narrowed his eyes at you.
“Yeah, I see you and your little schemes.”, he continued knowing you remained silent.
“Schemes? What schemes?”, you mumbled as he drew closer, there was no where else to run now, because he had his arms on either side and a mischievous rumble in his voice.
“You’ve been avoiding me, Briella.”, he tilted his head so he could maintain eye contact.
Your palms were sweating, your heart was beating faster than it should, your knees felt weak and some part of you wanted to pull him in closer.
You wanted to deny it so as you thought of an excuse, you opened your mouth to say it but he placed his hand over your lips again. Hearing the sound of the Principal’s heels coming closer again. This felt like a secret mission, that for the first time since setting foot here, you felt the rush of adrenaline. The space was getting a little stuffy as you breathed in sync with him. His eyes finding yours again as you both waited, afraid she was going to open the door and discover you two here, huddled together in a rather compromising exchange.
But the fear turned into a thrill as he grinned and you knew, that there was no use fighting this. He was going to take residence in your mind once again.
warnings: fluffy fluff (ken just loves your hugs & kisses!)
a/n: WHERE THE SIMU!KEN FICS AT DAYUM (ok but you can actually read this as Ryan!Ken too!)
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Ken loves your hugs. Like, if hugs were illegal, he'd probably face 32 years in prison for just how much he adores embracing you, and he'd do it again, no regrets, no questions asked.
He especially loves it if you're just passing by while doing your own thing, only to wrap your arms around him while he's sitting down. He'd rest his head on your tummy or chest, looking up at you as though you hung the moon.
The moment only gets sweeter if it's a rainy day; just the sounds of rain pitter-patter against the windows and the neon lights of the busy road coming through it. Not that he'd ever decline your affection on any other days, but the gloomy showers that he's not exactly used to since coming to the real world only makes your presence, let alone hugs and kisses so much more meaningful.
The best part is getting to hear you giggle whenever he nuzzles your tummy. He won't let go, not even if you try to take a step back—imagine a comical imagery with his ass remaining seated while he stretches his body because letting you go is not an option.
You'd cradle his jaw, stroking the apple of his cheeks with your thumbs before giving him a kiss the tip of his nose, then one on his left cheek, then another on the right, another one on his forehead. Ending each peck with a loud smooch!
Just kisses after kisses, not leaving a single part of his handsome face untouched.
By the time you're done, he has this dreamy look on his face. Blinking slowly with a stupid smile on his face. The embodiment of kicking his feet in the air, like that one GIF.
"What was that for?" He'd asked, huffing a little laugh like a man who had a drop too much.
"Nothing," You'd shrug, grinning, "Just felt like kissing you."
Bonus if you have lipstick on! Doesn't matter what the colour is or if they're sheer, creamy or glossy. Ooh, he just wears them like a medal!
Expect to be paid the same way, but in a more romantic way possible. He'd dip you, sway with you to a soft/city-pop or lofi-ish song, or kiss along your arms before locking his lips with yours.
Being hugged and kissed by you is one thing, but being called 'handsome' as his default petname is just the most delicious buttercream icing on the cake! Like, he could just he vibing and suddenly, you'd come up behind him to peck on his temple before asking, "What're you doing, handsome?"
And he'd melt. Oh my God, he'll just sag in your hold, and once you pull away, he'll chase after your lips with his own readily puckered up.
Impressing you everyday is the key to life, or so he says. Doesn't matter if it's a backflip, serenading, perfecting a recipe of yours or even just surviving the day, he'd do it all, because he has you by his side. Your cuddles and/or kisses of appreciation is the best kind of payment of them all.
And no matter how much confidence he exudes, he can only hope his love is just as meaningful to you as yours does him.
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P.S. In need of some Simu!Ken thoughts PLS DON'T LET MY INBOX GO DRY SEND SOFT THOTS. I REPEAT. WE NEED MORE OF MR KEN LIU 🗣🔊🔊❗
Summary: you always loved Ken, his silly, all so excited personality, wondering over every tiny thing. But recently you noticed something strange. He started to get nervous, fidgety and sad (?) around you.
a/n: lineart is mine🧡 / It was inspired by this quote from Sense and Sensibility-- “Do not let the behavior of others destroy your inner peace. “
tags my beloveds: @ken-dom (let me know if you would like to be tagged:) )
It’s impossible to describe,
How much you adored this Sunshine,
He is the sneaky little Smile,
That bless your face,
During the cold and boring weekdays.
He is loud, jumpy and silly,
Excitement and wonder are part of his personality,
There is not a single day,
That goes without him discovering everyday things,
However he does it with such delight,
It bewitches your heart every time.
Yet recently,
You noticed something unnerving,
His whole demeanor changed,
Self-forgetting disappeared,
And anxious guarded took it’s place,
He become reserved and fidgety,
Not in the way you loved him to be,
His beautiful eyes became glossy,
And sadness was clouding their vision.
You didn’t understand,
What caused this distress,
So one day in Baribeland,
After a 3 days long suspense,
You decided to put an end,
To this gloominess,
“Ken, what’s been going on?”
“B-been going on?— n-noting! Haha..”
“Ken.. “
— you sighed,
While looking at him,
Questions in your eyes.
It was a dreamy day in Barbieland,
Just like every other beforehand,
The sun was throwing his warmth,
The mermaids were singing to its charm,
The beach was hot and comfy,
Kens and Barbies were playing gleely,
Alan was standing alone and cheering,
Even Weird Barbie was joining,
There was nothing out of the ordinary,
So what caused his misery?
You two were sitting under a palm tree,
Away from the loud team.
You glanced at him again,
He looked nervous and uncertain,
He was staring at the other Kens,
With eyes filled with fear and tears.
Yes, you had no idea what's happened,
But how would you?
He hid this knowledge deep,
Sealed with secrecy,
Sooner or later you will see it too,
And you will realise,
How pathetic I am compared to the others,
He thought,
Rocking back and forth.
It was an other perfect morning,
As he was ‘beaching’ on the beach,
Looking perfect and sun-kissed,
While he was drawing something for you,
Lost in concentration,
To make it perfect for you.
He was a cowboy today,
Wearing his black jacket and pink scarf,
Decorated with the most magnificent hat,
And a rope lasso at the belt.
“I have no idea what They see in Him!
He is such a loser at everything”
— Ken heard the voice of his ‘archenemy’,
The Other Ken,
While he was sunbathing.
He was surrounded with other Kens,
Listening to him intensely,
“What do you mean?”
“Haven’t you noticed?!
It doesn’t matter what he tries,
He fails miserably every time.
Also,
Y/N is so beautiful and confident,
Lovely and intelligent,
I have no idea what they see,
In such a loser as him.
He is always jumping around,
Being the loudest—“
“It’s not nice to talk about someone,
Behind their backs like that!”
“Yes, you shouldn’t say such meannes!”
— Joined the others,
So this conversation lines ceased,
But Ken froze in place,
Only heard the Other Ken’s words.
He gazed down the drawing,
He was working on,
So endlessly and proudly before,
But the warmth escaped from his heart,
Leaving icy marks.
“ … Ken ? Ken??”
— Your worried voice pulled him back,
Into the sunny present,
You two were still sitting under the shade,
Covered by anxious silence.
“Ken, please talk to me.”
He looked at you with huge tear filled eyes,
Streams flowing down both sides,
“I-I’m n-nothing-g.”
— His voice was so quiet and broken,
If you didn’t see him in front of you on the sand,
You wouldn’t believe it was him.
“What is it about?
What do you mean?!”
“I-I’m a loser aren’t I?!
I’m a failure in every task,
I’m always the one in the back,
Who the others laughing at,
Doesn’t matter what I try,
I’m just never enough—..
S-so I understand,
If you decide,
I-if yo-u w-want to leave me b-beh-inde.”
“How can you say that,
It’s not true!
I don’t understand where it is coming from?”
“Yes it is!”
—At this point he was sobbing hard,
An ocean forming in his eyes,
Hugging his knees to tight,
His hands went white,
You couldn’t bare to see him like that,
So you gently touched,
His shaking shoulders,
“Who told you these things love?
“H-hear-d it from t-the O-other Ken.”
— At the word ‘love’,
His head shot up,
Silent pleading in those blue eyes.
“You.. you still want..us to be,
Boyfriend and girlfriend..?”
“Of course I do!”
“B-but..”
“I love you silly!”
— With these words,
You pulled him close,
Holding his shaking form.
“Whatever you heard it's not true,
I adore you,
I love your enthusiasm, your awe,
Your never ending shiny self,
Your astonishment of tiny things,
And the babbling facts coming from within,
I love you the way you are,
Please never change,
And question my heart."
– Taking off his hat you held his face,
Hinting it with kisses,
Which bloomed in teras,
“And what if you fail?
Do you know what's more important?”
“What?”
–Suffocating pain was replaced,
With soft tenderness,
In his voice.
He looked at you,
Like you hanged the Moon on that perfect sky,
Admiring you beauty in the dark,
“You stand up,
Holding your head high,
Smiling to the sky,
It doesn't break your spirit,
In fact,
You try again!
– You placed a kiss on his forehead,
“And again”
– Now a smooch on his pretty nose,
“And again.”
– And kisses on his cheeks,
Which were now burning red.
You two sat there,
In your quiet spot,
Holding each other close.
The sun started to set,
Yet you stayed,
Whispering sweet truths in his ear,
His sobs started to stop then disappear,
Leaving behind dried up rivers,
Which you pet better.
Doting started to bloom,
In his plastic heart,
With a newfound passion and warmth.
He shuffled closer,
If that's possible,
Gently hugging you more,
“I was making something for you,
When I heard them speak..”
– You heard them whisper quietly,
You looked down to see worry rising,
So with a gentle tap,
You encouraged him to continue.
After a little shuffling and careful moves,
He took out a paper from his clothes,
Then gently placed it in your palm,
Nervously waiting for your reply.
You glanced down to see,
A drawing of a happy horsie,
It looked like a child drawing,
But you can't help but smile,
At the thought of him drawing this.
“I like it so much!
I–”
“Really?!”
–Instead of a reply,
You just pulled him close,
Praising every tiny detail of it.
The glow worms' light were in sync,
With the music of yours heartstrings,
From Ken’s mind,
Disappeared everything blue,
His chest was filled with comfort and heat,
With the lovely words,
From your pretty lips,
The night dragged on,
But your pair didn't mind,
Your soul were set in a feeling so sublime.
.
Probably his drawing would look something like that:
ken was supposed to meet you today outside in front of the old sano bike shop. the plan was to head to the mall to shop for a couple things and then head home, but he never came. instead, he called you and told you that he’ll come to your window tonight.
“but ken, my parents-”
“shhh, they ain’t gotta know.” he had told you. your parents didn’t approve of you dating a delinquent, especially draken. they didn’t like his obnoxious haircut or the tattoo on the side of his temple. they despised the people he hung out with, especially baji. despite being of age, they restricted each of your movements.
“he isn’t good for you, y/n” your mom said. and ken was well aware. he was aware of how much your parents hated him due to your dad yelling at him in the middle of the neighborhood while spitting on the toman name. ken did nothing but bow and leave like the respectful man he was. however, he wasn’t going to be respectful for long. he wanted to break the rules, invade your space and defile you in your own bedroom.
so that’s why at midnight, ken was throwing tiny pebbles at your window. he kept it up until you finally opened the door for him, throwing a small makeshift rope and pulling him up into your room. once in, ken smashed his lips against yours. hands wrapping around your waist and pulling your body against him. you could instantly feel the hard-on in his pants and you had to keep from moaning when it grazed your clit through your panties. “ke-ken.” you whispered against his lips.
“yeah, baby ?” he responded. his voice was lowered an octave and you knew he was in the mood for something sinful. your kissing got harsher as you moved towards the bed, being sure to lock your door first. “i’m sorry i couldn’t come earlier.” he apologized. “i swear i’ll make it up to you now, princess.”
with that, he pushed you onto the bed. moving on top to capture your lips again as he undressed you from the confines of your clothes. the only time you could separate was when he needed to pull your shirt over your head. at the sight of your bare body, he showered words of love and praise into your ear. “you’re so gorgeous, baby.” he whined. his arm wrapped around your waist as he brought your body closer to his lips. trailing down your chest and kissing the expanse of your stomach. his touch felt like fire and the graze of his teeth felt like a knife, melting you into a pool of love for only him.
his lips kissed your waist and all the way down to your thighs, where he spent minutes just kissing your thighs and sucking hickeys onto you. it felt like he was teasing you, mocking you into think he’d give you what you want. “ken, please. i want you.” you cried. draken looked up with a mischievous grin, making eye contact and dropping down to your thighs once again.
you felt his teeth sink into the plushy flesh of your thigh and a scream had to be held back from your throat. you almost forgot that your parents were down the hall and could hear you if you were too loud. “good, i’ve marked you. now i can start.” he said. wait. start wha-
your thought process was interrupted when your boyfriend tongue was invading your cunt, pressing his tongue flat against you to taste you. one of his fingers were inserting themselves into you and began to pump at a fast pace. all you could see was white as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, unable to respond to his actions. he felt too good, way too good. you lay back and clutched his hair trying to bring him closer to you.
“you wanna ride my face, princess ?” he said. “yes, please daddy.” you don’t know how to word slipped out but it did. maybe the haze surrounding your mind clouded your thought process but now draken was relentless. he pulled away from you, laying right next to you on the bed. “w-what ar-” you started but were interrupted once again with drakens request.
“ride my face.” he said. when you took too long to answer, drakens large hands gripped your waist and pulled you onto his face. you looked away in embarrassment... what a vulnerable angle, you thought. however, it seemed as though draken did not care about a single one of your thoughts because he just pulled you onto his face with no warning. all your weight going onto his face because you couldn’t keep yourself up with the feelings of his tongue pushing inside you like this. his hands were on your waist, helping you ride his tongue slowly.
he moaned in between your thighs, “’s good. taste so fuckin’ good.” the vibrations of his voice went straight to your cunt. making you jolt against him. you almost fell over but he gripped your wrists, not letting you go anywhere. you felt your orgasm approaching and trying to hold in your moans was beginning to get difficult. his lips were suctioned around your clit and wouldn’t stop the torture on your clit.
“k-ken please. please, make me cum.” you breathed. panic settled your body that maybe you were being too loud but the feeling of his lips and tongue took it all away. the knot in your stomach snapped as ken continued to lick your cunt. he felt so fucking good and you couldn’t stop yourself from thrashing around.
your orgasm was beginning to lead into a second one and although your thrashing and squirming was getting worse, ken had not let up. “draken, please ! i can’t take it !” you cried. he ignored your protests, continuing to suck on your clit until you felt a new orgasm approaching. however, this one felt different. you had a hard urge to pee and an orgasm coming at the same time.
“ke-ken stop, i’m gonna-” and with that, your cunt gushed. juices flowing everywhere around your pillows and down the side of his jaw. your thighs were messy with your own slick and cum, so fucking dirty. your breathing was erratic and uneven. you felt like you were going to fall back and collapse but before you could, draken grabbed your body.
